#future era

[whatwouldvalerydo]

It is I, who said they would never write a mini series or a fic again.

Saddle up people because a new crack fic is coming to town. Yup, you heard me. A 9 part mini series will soon be making its way towards you. Friends unite in trying to solve a mystery that creates the most wild theories known to the Wizarding World.

Part 1 - Your mischief is showing (HPHL)

Part 2 - Quidditch tent rumors (HPHL)

Part 3 - Herbology tea gossip (HPHL)

Part 4 - We tell no one (HPHL)

Part 5 - Training camp shenanigans (HPHM - Auror camp)

Part 6 - How to train your dragon (HPHM - Dragon sanctuary)

Part 7 - The girls get it (HPMA)

Part 8 - The merry boy band (HPMA)

Part 9 - The final blow (HP future generation)

All in good fun peeps

[calypsolemon]

actual intense analysis of the situation aside, I love that Steven has only ever professed to truly hate two people in the entire universe. One of them is the dictatorial leader of a society of colonizers who is quite literally the root of all of steven and his gem family's problems and also personally traumatized him by physically ripping a vital organ out of his body. The other is a teenager who harassed him and his friend at a party.

Guess which one he still talks to.

[villowstar]

day 2 - CASUAL

Entry for @glowweek

Out of curiosity of how Steven would look with straight hair, Connie convinces him into straightening his hair. Unsurprisingly, he ends up looking like Greg from the 80s.

I was also going to draw Steven helping Connie dye parts of her hair a teal color, but I had run out of time. might make it later though :D

[kazehita]

[gravityfying]

a future toh AU thing i've been planning for more than a year now (hence my hiatus, among personal stuff in the background) since i've been busy trying to finalize the designs and pre-making some content for it.

[yeye23]

Alright, here is an animatic for the @tapakah0's Comic series Life of Violence Era (aka: L.O.V.E.)

It is a wonderful comic with humor, hope, all most importantly LOVE. There are BEAUTIFUL ANIMATICS to go with the story! Thanks so much Tapakah! For not only having such a fun and touching comic, but also being such a positive force in this crazy turtle community! GO GO! READ THE COMIC!! GO GO!! Life of Violence Era (aka: L.O.V.E.)

Master Post

[erabu-san]

He enjoys being called brother, but...

[This art has platonic intention. Please do not tag as ship thank you!]

A continue of this art I guess 🫣

[4ndeka]

Its my bestie @cc-kote's bday today!! So i did a little codywan for him, as a treat (he also has a kick ass fanfic about them check it out)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 261

“So is no one going to talk about the eldritch space child or…” 

“I mean, do you want to get between a child and Batman? I think the only one who could even get close right now is Superman…” 

“No you’re right, I think- oh my god the eldritch space child is playing with batman’s bat-ears and he’s not doing anything about it what the fuck I thought only Robins could get away with that-” 

[tapakah0]

pt. 14 | pt. 16

Looks like... next part will be final? Also... it was 6 years and I thought that Raph might be very interested in biology...

[whatwouldvalerydo]

Took some liberties with the ask from @drinkyoursoupbitch but I hope it's alright.

I couldn't go on describing Talia without Akira and well, here we are I guess. Been a hot minute since we had seen these two in any shape or form. Akira belongs to @cursebreakerfarrier

Akira Crane, a name not his own, a shadow passing through the darkness of each moving second, years not on borrowed time, but on the souls of others, layers upon layers snuffed out, hallowed from their very chests, erased, never allowed to cross over to where others waited for their loved ones.

Centuries cascading from his dark mane, a lone wolf, restless, never in one place for too long, never letting time catch up to him. Not touching unless it was to cause harm, blood soiling his body, a sea of crimson to wash him in.

Those he saved would not live long to even remember him, mortals faced with the dauting concept of time.

Akira, a face that blended, always watching the world through cold dark eyes. You would never hear him coming, feet steady and agile, body flexible and durable. Chiseled to withstand, molded to be precise. Like a blade. Sharp, cruel, vindictive.

The immortal assassin.

A bystander, rarely taking a step into the light to mix with never lasting events, such was his existence.

And then life decided to play by its own rules and not his, tipping the scale an imperceivable bit, enough to cause the smallest ripple.

It introduced him to her, the fable of immortality born out of the obsession of a cruel father and a mad mother, a child of fire and rage, the ultimate sacrifice. He met them first, mind not even grasping or wondering what they managed to produce together. All he knew of Constantine and Josephine carried little weight. One allowed to live for his invaluable take on immortality, one allowed to exist for she cared little of what destruction lay in her wake. Soldiers of little morals.

Yet he met their child of wonder, Talia Crane.

Dead on the cold Ministry marbled floor, bloody and lifeless, a girl who decided her own fate, took her life, dancing too close to death until finally death leaned in, placing a kiss against full lips and the story of her came crumbling down.

But when her fire erupted and voice broke out like a Phoenix rising from its ashes, curious wide eyes took him in, lips asking for his name and the world tipped further when he granted her the reply in a low, deep voice.

They stood face to face, through years finding each other, be it by coincidence or by cruel fate, both never changing, forever young, yet so broken and raw.

Delicate pale fingers traced his scars, pushing limits and boundaries, turquoise jewels always curious, snatching from him another piece and then another. For she was a cruel vixen, shaped from crueler intentions, scars gathering like a fortress around her heart.

You would have never thought that when they walked inside a room, confidence radiating off their skin like a luxurious perfume, that they have spent most of their existence chipping away at their humanity until there was almost nothing left.

But time was patient if anything else, uniting them again and again.

And when she stood in front of him once more, hair of fire brushing against bare, milky shoulders as she leaned in and asked him to take her life for the reward far outweigh her tortured existence, the scales tipped in her favor.

And it was not out of friendship that he slowly backed down, it was not for love that he refused to go through with it, but something more that managed to calm the beast inside his soul. An innocence he wished to preserve.

She would see in him the last slither of humanity buried deep within and he would find in her the last spark that was the flame of her existence. And he would fan that spark until a raging fire erupted and she would grow to love him for what and who he truly is, not what the world sees him as.

Perhaps they are both monsters, immortal beings with savage tastes and ravenous hungers.

Then so be it, said fate once satisfied, so be it. Let them be a while longer, together finding something more. Mysterious creatures, wearing their scars with pride, like weapons branded just for them.

[8pxl]

it’s rly bumming me out that i have to delete all my art from facebook and instagram because of meta’s fuck ass decision to train AI on all information posted… i worked hard to get followings on both platforms and it really is for nothing :(

[magpiedraws]

So I started watching Once Upon A Witchlight-

[sunkissedlouis]

@louist91: Look at what we’ve created. 🥹 superbloom festival, munich 09.08.24

[toorumlk]

hogwarts middle courtyard, 1972

(and if everyone was happy and normal)

[reunitedinterlude]

cheeky horrible banter