#Pom Poison Art

[pompoison]

TRIGUN STAMPEDE frame redraw // rkgk

*Scoff* “You can’t do anything without your big brother…”

[ralofofriverwoods]

Decided today was the day. I bring to you poison mushroom and strawberry crepe as teens! Because I greatly struggle with drawing children lol

Fun fact: I’ve only drawn these guys twice now! Both were on the same canvas, and both were drawn the exact same way(which is to say completely ignoring body anatomy for shroomie, and trying 18 different poses for crepe before I find a good one)

If anyone has any suggestions of scenes for me to draw, please send them to my ask box(or reblog with it. Or comment. Really anything is good) because I am severely lacking in ideas right now, and some assistance would be wonderful

[splitster]

answering more asks!!

featuring pom wraith, pingo, ocs?!, and older art check it out (three's some art 💖)↓↓

THANK you!! ohhh i do have old pikmin ocs... i actually revamped my old captain a while back, i can share him:

i had a whole crew of pikmin ocs who were a part of the S.S. Harmony, they were gonna be SUCH a nuisance to everyone they ran into...

i thought about making a rescue corps oc for fun. hrmm! maybe...

AHHH thank you!! i've seen a shocking number tags and asks from people saying that I'm apparently the reason they like Dingo now? and i have to say that is so mind boggling to me, because when i first played Pikmin 4 I didn't care about him at all!! he was a nothing sandwich to me... but then i drew him a few times... and started thinking... and then things went downhill and now i REALLY like him...

(referring to this post) i think dingo is better when he's withered

(referring to this comic) I HEAR YOU... I HEAR YOU... but if any tear at all would cause oxygen poisoning, i wouldn't be able to draw them all battered and cool :(

i imagine that there's a seal around the neck in case there's a breach in the suit's lining. so as long as their backpack (life-support) works and is connected to their helmets, then they can breathe✨

(referring to this post) Olimar would be horrified because he knows Louie, and if he sees that note there's only one thing it could mean! his coworker tried to eat pom!! if pom hasn't been outed as wraith and Olimar is questioning her, she'd just say Louie bit her and then refuse to answer any follow up questions 💖

Shepherd would be... concerned. she might think they have a weird fling going on and louie's talking about a kiss? she probably wouldn't realize Louie quite literally means he ate something from pom. oops!

that's a really good question... I'll be honest, with a lot of the "when and how did x happen" questions, there's not an official timeline or anything; the pom wraith au is sort of an umbrella with a bunch of different stories and what-ifs underneath it. although there was one story where louie does find out her secret!

louie and pom end up bridging their differences (with the help of olimar), and become good friends while pom is continuing the rescue effort. then there's a very unfortunate incident where pom and louie are away from the base and they're attacked... pom has to reveal herself to defend them and she accidentally hurts louie :(

its fine though, louie doesn't care what pom is. they're both freaks in his mind and that's all that really matters. he does end up having to defend pom from olimar (who's been made vindictive through his trauma with the plasm wraith) sometime later!! here's some older art:

sure

me too! they do NOT get along... louie's kinda pissed at her for chasing him around on PNF404 and beating him in dandori battles when he just wants to stay there and vibe. pom meanwhile doesn't understand him, he pisses her off too! she likes olimar a lot, and as an outsider it looks like louie doesn't appreciate the friendship olimar offers him. to someone who's trying to understand and participate in this whole friendship business, she thinks he's ungrateful and weird. they do not get along!! at the beginning at least...

AHHHH!!! THANK YOU!!! WAHH...🥺💖💖 i'm very glad you enjoy my silly little art style!! i want to make things very squishy so i appreciate that 💖

i don't think that man is going to live!

wait actually if you eat enough maybe you just turn into a wraith. that'd be scary! hopefully olimar's there to stop him

that's a fun thought! he would probably be able to sense that something is off about her. but he'd also probably just think "she's weird like me." honestly, the whole wraith thing doesn't really matter much to him -- the only thing it changes is that pom can now offer her tendrils as a skewer for his cooking at any time and location!

i think i'm gonna call her rose wraith!! and ohh, i didn't know that... i was just gonna call her rose wraith since she has a rose head. i'm creative i promise

(referring to this post i think) AHHH hehe... honestly, when Pom first learns about Dingo's fear of blood, she only tries to keep him from it because it's really annoying dealing with your coworker when they faint. he's like a sack of potatoes when he's knocked out. but yes, as they become actual friends pom will (subtly) do her best to keep blood away from dingo. it's fortunate she doesn't have any!

she might not get phobias, but she understands what its like to have a crippling fear, so she's empathetic!

THANK you. he has sunglasses. he's pretty cool

AHH THANK YOU... i like them a lot... 👉👈

let the marching pikmin give you the energy you need to practice🫡

[party-poison-daily]

art idea: party poison with cheerleading pom poms (idk what they're purpose for the pom poms is, maybe they're cheering on the rest of the gang in a fire-fight)

#24 — ask and i shall deliver: cheerleader party poison

[carriedreamerxx]

"The Pom Pom files": Character concept art | Kieran

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[Kieran and Carmine still do not have surnames - that is being worked on]

It's been a year since Kitakami because a gradual take over is far more frightening in my opinion than a sudden quick one: like a poison "oozing" through the halls even.

Design notes::

-Is covered in cuts and bruises from hard training, his clothes are constantly torn and his hair is much more messy and unkempt. Lacey has heck of a time trying to make this champion look remotely presentable.

-His shoes are constantly untied. This is a guy who really does not care about anything but winning and training. Drayton goes as far as to say it's like an obsession. Crispin' has less diplomatic things to say. It's fine he's still new. He'll "learn".

- No one really knows what's in that weird wooden PokeBall with an aged clasp that is covered according to Carmine in... Protection sigils but it's all nonsense obviously. Where he got it...she genuinely has no idea sure but..ha it's fine?

-Juliana comments on the fact he has a purple blue tinge around his mouth and eyes which is rather consistent with a poison type user [ Atticus Quinley back home has the same ] but as far as she can tell... He doesn't have one? Huh? As Amerys explains - the Underwater ventilation system makes it so gas like attacks such as poison are strictly forbidden from within the Terrarium : Even the poison types few as they are within its walls have been altered to not be able to use attacks such as poison powder or poison gas. It is a safety issue.

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Author note:

"The Pom Pom files" is a T rated verging on new Adult canon divergent retelling of "The indigo Disk" based around the numerous rumors and "what if" scenarios that filled the Pokemon fandom for months. Oh what could have been.

I am working on the character concept art for the entire cast gradually but I figured may as well get the big one done: The Antagonist- first.

You can read it here but please note as it has only just started we have some character set up for the protagonists ( the crater crew) to get through first. I.e. Shoujo hyjinks.

[pitchmoss]

—OCS as OBSCURE REFERENCES

my handle namesake Pom Pitchmoss<3

tagged by: @perpetuagf 💞

tagging: @di0brando @druidgroves @corpo-rat @timdownie @bethesdas @devilbrakers

ANIMAL: opossum, alligator, panther, mososaurus.

COLORS: sage, brown, vermillion, black.

MONTH: august.

SONGS: Minor Feelings by Rina Sawayama, Dying Star ft. Ethel Cain by Ashnikko, Turn To Hate by Orville Peck.

NUMBER: 4

PLANTS: pitcher plant, dahlia, weeping willow.

SMELLS: patchouli, sandalwood, moss, petrichor.

GEMSTONE: moss agate.

TIME OF DAY: high noon.

SEASON: summer.

PLACES: dismal swamp, ricket town.

FOOD: jambalaya, fresh fruit, steak.

DRINKS: plain water, tequila, sweet tea.

ELEMENT: earth, water.

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: sagittarius, capricorn, taurus.

SEASONINGS: red pepper, basil, cinnamon.

SKY: cloudy.

WEATHER: lightning storm.

MAGICAL POWER: druid magic.

WEAPONS: staff, bow and arrow, fists, poison.

SOCIAL MEDIA: tumblr for fun, twitter to yell at people.

MAKEUP PRODUCT: eyeliner.

CANDY: gummy worms, kisses.

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: tree stride, modern setting like, any public transit.

ART STYLE: dark surrealism, keiko nobumoto, rei hiroe.

FEAR: being alone.

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: loch ness monster.

PIECE OF STATIONARY: homemade paper dyed with local flora.

THREE EMOJIS: 🍛🐊🥀

CELESTIAL BODY: snake nebula.

[amekonocternia]

While I'm waiting on ny art tablet to charge for the milk day drawing I might as well take to time to show some cod cookie ocs I drew up starting from the lesst to most info I've made for them

Most simple one atm (her design or at least some of the colors will change), she's the best at negotiation, say some sweet lies and she'll have people in the palm of her hands. Never really drops the act so it's unknown is she's aware of her behavior or not due to that.

Relationship with others

Choco - tension he finds her untrustworthy, she takes that distrust as a challenge

Lico - positive he likes the compliments regardless, she finds how easily he melts to compliments cute

Pom - tension, some odd rivalry that neither know how to describe it's just there

Mush - positive for both she's a good babysitter and she enjoys taking care of kids

Red - tension he likes the compliments but also gets freaked out by it at the same time, she likes all the dogs he has

Lobster - never met

Earl - positive he likes that she's catches the attention of guests, she's neutral

Chess twins - mutual positive, same as mush

Enchantress - never met

Uses sleep magic to well- put people to sleep, it happens very quickly and looks exactly like someone passing out, upon waking up the person can be fine in rare instances but usually experiences stomach issues, vomiting, and other poisoning related side effects. She seems to be aware of this effect and can choose who is fine and not, although she only has specific people she likes as exceptions, she takes an enjoyment in making people fall asleep as she herself is quite a sleepy person

Relationship with others

Choco - Choco's negative since she always makes him pass out when he's in a bad mental state, Rosemary's positive and she think making him sleep is helpful since he can't be in a bad state if he's asleep, neither are aware of the others thoughts on it though. Choco's one of the exceptions

Lico - negative he finds her magic more bad than good, she's neutral and doesn't enjoy his yelling at her, he's fun when he's asleep though

Pom - neutral for both, pom appreciates her magic and the massive help is has and Rosemary's just happy to do her thing

Mush - positive for both, mush finds the sleep magic fun and rose enjoys having another odd individual around, mush would be an exception but as they're immune to poisons it doesn't even affect them in the first place.

Red - tension, the magic makes the dogs sick and he dislikes having her near because of that, rose is negative as she doesn't quite understand why he doesn't want her around and thinks he hates her

Lobster - positive for both, rose has never used her magic on them and they enjoy having conversations together

Earl - tension earl doesn't want her making guests fall asleep and get sick, she's neutral since she doesn't really care for the place regardless as it's too fancy for her taste

Chess twins - positive they play games together and she has some cool bedtime stories she tells

Enchantress - neutral for both

The main healer of the cod, despite her sweet facade she's a major sadist who enjoys messing with her patients. The cod keeps her cause despite the "accidents" she's surprisingly good at her job, no matter how much she messes with them they always leave in perfect condition. She always seems to be smiling, never once having been seen even having the slightest twitch of a frown, you'd think this would be reassuring but it just creeps everyone out. But hey! At least that means she likes her job, right?

Relationship with others

Choco - tension, he goes out of his way to avoid injuries being noticed regardless so her being the healer is just an extra reason to avoid it. Her stance is positive, she finds his avoidance cute in a 'pet hamster stands up on legs to say hi to you' kinda way, choco isn't aware of it but she actually gives him special treatment compared to everyone else and plays along with it despite always knowing that he's hiding it

Lico - Licorice hates her, pretty straight forward his quote would be "HEY! Watch where you're pointing that you could kill someone you know!". Yarrow's stance is positive, Licorice is her favorite to mess with. Her quote "aww come on, you're a necromancer can't you just bring yourself back to life after?"

Pom - they hate each other, pom doesn't let her do any funny buisness on her and yarrow hides poison in her stuff in retaliation since pom can't be sure who did it exactly

Mush - mutual positive, yarrow has a 'no kids' rule when messing around with people, she find PM fascinating and likes to use their mushrooms as expirements on the others, they're just happy someones taking the shroomies

Red - dislikes her, he's glad she doesn't mess with the dogs but he keeps finding dog food conveniently placed in his easily damaged clothes and paperwork, yarrow is positive and she pretend to not know what he's talking about

Lobster - haven't met

Earl - haven't met

Chess twins - positive for both, the kids find her antics funny and she like to have them help her in "pranks" on the others

Enchantress - neutral for both, yarrow doesn't really see enchantress and enchantress doesn't really care about yarrow's antics since she does her job regardless

Being ostracized from society a long time ago Pink Tigar simply wanted to be somewhere she was welcomed, this place just happened to be the cod in which enchantress took him in before being sealed away, he raised red velvet and took the job as the recruiter for the cod when they were low on numbers as it was easy for her to emphasize with others and her own story would be relatable. As years went by he became less involved and took up more of a fighting role. He seems to know that the cod is bad but stays as she believes no one would accept her other than them. Despite that she takes up a mother/father figure for the younger members, encouraging them to find their own path and scolding them for doing anything too bad.

Relationship with others

Choco - Choco is neutral leaning on positive, he sees her like a parent he never had while also being hesitant because of that, his quote would be "I don't need your pity". Pink is positive wanting to give Choco the encouragement he needs to leave whilst wishing he could do more to help Choco at the same time, her quote would be "once you find somewhere you're welcomed, please remember me"

Lico - Licorice is tension, he's hates being scolded by pink and sees her like an annoying parent, his quote would be "GAH! What's with all that holier than though attitude! I'm not a baby!". Pink is also tension, wanting Licorice to do better and not appreciating the rebellious attitude, his quote "If you want to be taken more seriously you have to act more mature first"

Pom - mutual tension, they disagree with each others beliefs and avoid the other

Mush - positive their quote "always accepts my shroomies!". Pink's is protective his quote "This is no place for a child, please stay safe"

Red - velvet sees him like a parent, having raised him after enchantress was sealed away, Pink sees Red like his son and checks in on him multiple times a day

Lobster - idk

Earl - Earl tension, he thinks he scares away guests, Pink neutral, just wants to make sure the twins are being taken care of properly

Chess twins - the twins are positive they enjoy playing games with her and asking all sorts of questions, Pink is similar to mush's and simply wants them to have a safe and happy childhood

Enchantress - enchantress is neutral tword positive, her only issue is pink's neutrality to the enemy, Pink's positive as she was the first person to accept her

[magnetengineer]

Redesigning Pomni because the jester and clown aesthetics happen to be my pet peeve, and I asked myself, "would I like her better if she was something else?"

Idgaf that she is a jester, this is just for fun :] Also I've been feeling like crap, so I can just show off my art to myself. Ily Tax 💚

The others from the main cast were various toys/figurines, so new Pomni for me was going to be inspired by stuff I collected as a kid:

Frog bobblehead Pomni, because 2006 Littlest Pet Shop figurines. I wanted to allow her to remain bipedal though, unlike the actual figurines. Then I gave her a unitard so she wouldn't be naked—Frog Pomni would be more like Jax, an animaly character who does wear clothes; rather than being like Zooble or Gangle, who are pretty abstract and naked. Her colors are inspired by a poison frog's, because Pom would be feeling that her whole situation is poisonous

Hedgehog-mole fakemon type creature. Again, Pom is being prickly about her new home, and would love to dig herself a hole to hide in. or something. Her fur is parted at the back because there are strings there to help hold up her unitard

Fairy doll Pomni. Because Winx and W.I.T.C.H. dolls. Close to the original Pomni in tone—both bodies insult her like, "here's this fake cutesy happy life that you have no choice but to live!" I originally wanted to give her teeny pathetic wings like on the Witch/Winx characters, but that clashed with the rest of her design. She ended up having a rainbow/sky theme, because *holds myself at gunpoint* do it

Now, do I like her better as not a jester? 🤔

➡️ Literally who cares 🥳

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[iamelli]

Leigh Bowery

It's strange for me to write about Leigh Bowery. I have resisted researching him for a while, but people keep telling me my practice has hints of his influence and that I should know about him. So here I am, fresh after watching The Legend of Leigh Bowery on YouTube. If I'm being perfectly honest, I'm still a little resistant, but I can see what people are talking about.

Bowery almost defies description. It's as if costume, performance, dance, fashion and art got together and made a human. There are no barriers between his art forms, he is utterly free from constraint and outrageously himself. As one of his friends said, 'he lived his life as a work of art.'

Fashion and costume were the heart of his creativity. Born in Melbourne, Australia, he moved to London in the early '80s to pursue his love for fashion. It was the height of New Romanticism, where dressing up was an essential part of club life, and Bowery quickly became the king of the scene. He would push the edges of the creative process and burst right out the side well past fashion and costuming into a dimension all of his own making.

Bowery's costumes were so over the top and confusing they were uncategorisable. For him, it wasn't just dressing up and showing off and shocking people; there needed to be some kind of radical element of change within it, something contra. He would admire people's creative fashion but often asked, 'Where's the poison?' Bowery was very clear about not being a drag queen. He was interested in the human body and disappearance and how it can be changed. He loved playing with the tension between pain and pleasure, light heartedness and darkness, the glamorous and the horrifying.

I imagine he was not only pushing against suffocating social norms of how people are expected to dress and behave, but he was also acting in extreme opposition to England's conservative, right-wing politics at the time. His love of getting up people's noses and love of the outrageous help carved out space for queer people living under Section 28, which prohibited homosexuality in the UK up until the early 2000s.

I am deeply inspired and motivated by Bowery's outrageous costuming and phenomenal ability to push so hard that he created his own realm. I hope one day I can push that far. I can see how the costuming I use can hint at Bowery’s outrageousness.  The difference between us is that while I'm interested in pushing against conformity and systems of oppression, I hope to find a sense of empowerment, inclusion and joy in my practice. In contrast, there is a large strain of aggression in his work, a (justifiably) angry fuck you to the world around him that is just not present in mine. 

All images by Fergus Greer.

[seasonofprophecy]

Do you get emotional over how Poison Mushroom views Pomegranate like an older sister and how you can see this in what they say and how they dress or are you normal

[skzskrt]

Drew myself in Pomefiore's dorm uniform because it is *chefs kiss*

Also did one for my friend @i-post-good-trash for her birthday

Go check her out✨

[pompoison]

[pomlivv]

pokemon!!! ♥ most were suggested by ppl on twitter!

chandelure and slurpuff are my first paintings using procreate! i edited them a lil bit on CSP after.

[tessiete]

(art by @rcrisdraws)

AT LAST! It is done.

After ten months, and 200 000+ words I have at last finished my Year on the Run fic chronicling Satine's rise to power, and her romance with Obi-Wan.

It's been a huge part of my life, and I will get to the comments that so many wonderful people have left for me (seriously, the love and depth of engagement people have expressed for this fic has BLOWN ME AWAY. I'm forever grateful for that incredible support!!!) but in the meantime, let me say THANK YOU to everyone who has read along, and encouraged me, and held my hand.

Special thanks especially, to @treescape who listened to EVERY SINGLE chapter breakdown, discussed character motivations and arcs, pointed out holes and found solutions, and was really a guiding light the whole way through.

Thanks also to @pomiar and @the-last-kenobi who listened to be kvetch for WEEKS. Pom, who helped and still helps me figure out how to make it function as a complete novel, who was never afraid to point out something that was out of character, or demand much needed explanations for things that weren't always clear. Her vision is just SO acute and insightful! And TLK whose undying enthusiasm pushed me to the finish line. She's always eager to hear more, full of encouragement, and her utter faith in me was exactly what I needed.

The biggest thanks of all to the Obitine discord, and the wonderful people there. I wrote this to convince @duchess-of-mandalore that we don't need canon, to try and give @the-obiwan-for-me something HALF as wonderful as her fic (SSTW) gave to us, to make @mg024 laugh, and cry, and astonish her as much as she manages to astonish me. And for everyone else there who has been with me. It's for you!!!

You can find the whole thing HERE

And now, because I love process, here are some behind the scenes tidbits...just in case you were curious.

There really is nothing known canonically about "The Year on the Run" except:

1. It was "an extended mission when I was younger. Master Qui-Gon and I spent a year on Mandalore, protecting the Duchess from insurgents who had threatened her world. They sent bounty hunters after us. We were always on the run, living hand to mouth, never sure what the next day would bring."

2. They were attacked by venomites on Draboon

3. Obi-Wan carried Satine when they first met, and he dropped her which resulted in her getting a scar.

That's literally the entirety of what we know.

So, I had to expand on it A LOT.

The whole fic is a re-imagining of The 12 Labours of Hercules. What I didn't know when I started is there is no modern consensus on the morals/meanings of each task, so I had to do a bunch of research to find the most consistent interpretations, and then fill in the rest myself.

The hydra is represented by the nine bounty hunters that chase them the whole way throughout.

By rank: Aden Kast (meaning: wrath) - died by own hand Pre Vizsla - defected Jaro Spar (meaning: death wish) - arrested Bann Dryden (meaning: refuse) - killed by Qui-Gon Prudi Saxon (meaning: shadow) - deserted Paak Saxon (meaning: salt) - killed by Aden Kast Mirala Chorn (meaning: thoughtful) - disappeared Kyric Eldar (meaning: kill/end/death) - banished by DW Trikan Kelborn (meaning: sorrow) - killed by Bralor

Extra bonus: Hercules is eventually killed by the poisonous blood of the hydra, and so, this task is one that kind of defeats him. Pre Vizsla is that poison in Only Hope. He sides with Satine here out of cunning, ambition, and self-preservation, but later is her ruin.

Satine's big thing is pacifism, and it was important to me in telling this story that pacifism not be confused with passivity. And so, I spent a lot of time researching how pacifism as an ideology can be made practical. Of course, I looked to Gandhi.

Using the three pillars of pacifism, I expanded on them within the text to demonstrate just *how* Satine makes this ideology work. Mandalorians are warriors, and she is no different. Only she battles hate, fear, and prejudice instead of people.

Beyond the political philosophies at play, I also spent a lot of time translating things into Mando'a. At the beginning of the story, Obi-Wan does not speak the language, so until he learns it, his POV chapters were FULL of fluent Mando'a.

This meant that I had to make up a ton of idioms, mottos, and myths to fill out the world of Mandalore. Things like these:

I also made up war songs, and beer hall anthems:

Of course, sung by Obi-Wan

And new gods for the old Mandalorian religion:

And about a MILLION Mandalorian names: Nur, Naani, Jori Ast'Atin, Haati be'Murtin, Bralor, Paak & Prudi, Iviinya, Kih'sol, Ta-Ciryc, Bu'ataaka, Rang, Kyric, Trikan, Gamnyn, Kut, Bora-Gaan, and on and on.

And a million cities: Dalabiik, Meshurok, Chorus, Amancitia, Pohja, Jiilma, Antioch the Needles, blah blah blah

And a million words: kalesera, etyc'baar, bo'aka, koryai, etc.

And of course, it wouldn't be a SW story without a ton of Obi-Wan whump.

(art by the incredible @kyber-erso)

Anyway. That's all for now. Thank you everyone for your interest, and love, and support!

- tess

[btsinwonderland]

A Drop of Poison - Ch. 7: Missing

A Loki fanfiction!

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It was your third time getting denied access to the infirmary. You stood there and created such a ruckus that Volstagg, the head of the infirmary, came out of the room to address you.

“What is all this bangin’ about?” he said, rubbing his thick orange beard and looking at you questionably.

The blonde-haired boy at the front desk scowled in your direction. “She was told last night that we are currently not allowing visitors, but she won’t listen.”

You threw him back a venomous gaze and took a deep breath, ready to present your case. “My friend Valkyrie was injured at yesterday’s game and I have to see her! She fell nearly thirty feet and nobody has told me a single thing about her condition. She could be dead for all I know and -“

“She’s over here. For the love of Merlin, please stop talkin’,” he said, leading you into the infirmary.

You smiled at the blonde boy and followed Volstagg through the door, into the infirmary. There were many more beds than you remembered seeing before. It seemed the room itself had elongated to make room for how many injured students there were. They bunked the beds to four levels and house-elves apparated between patients to provide care to those still healing.

There was one boy with a crooked looking arm that frightened you. He was sleeping on the third bunk of his bed group. Another girl had bandages around her eyes and was sitting up, scratching her pet rat between its ears. You gulped at the damage that was done, realizing that you had gotten off lucky.

Volstagg led you to a bed with the curtain drawn around it. It surprised you that Valkyrie got her own little section of the room.

“Thor brought her here in a mad fuss. She broke both her legs but should be fine in the mornin’,” Volstagg said. “You stay here as long as you need to, not a second more, understand?” He looked at you pointedly.

You smiled at him. “Thank you, sir.”

He grumbled away and left you alone. Valkyrie laid there with her eyes closed, and a bit of sweat on her brow. You walked over and drew up a chair beside her and took her hand. Using the back of your robe sleeve, you patted her forehead to get the sweat off.

“Hmmm, Professor?” she said.

You laughed. “Unfortunately, it’s just me,” you said.

Valkyrie smiled, eyes still closed. “I suppose you’re an alright consolation.”

“Are you okay?” you said, petting her hand.

Valkyrie opened her eyes and looked at you. The dark brown irises were rich, though the whites of her eyes had reddened from fatigue. “Oh stop it, I’m not on my deathbed, Freya. Volstagg gave me a mending brew, said I should be all better by the morning! Tastes like piss though.”

You laughed too loud, and it earned you a shush from a nearby house-elf applying ointment to a gash on a student’s arm. “Professor Odinson was quick to get you, though,” you said with a mischievous smile.

Valkyrie smiled. “I can still remember the feeling of being in his arms. Though the amount of pain I was in did block out most of it and made it slightly less romantic than I would have hoped…”

Footsteps approached, and you saw Professor Odinson stop at the foot of Valkyrie’s bed. “Freya! Volstagg couldn’t keep you out, eh?”

“Hell no!” Valkyrie said, shooting you a winning smile. Despite being bedridden, she was extraordinarily beautiful. You smiled back at her.

Professor Odinson reached over and adjusted the blankets by Valkyrie’s feet. She tried to sit up, but he gently stopped her by the shoulder and eased her down. “Take it easy, champ. We can’t have our captain injured again,” he said with a smirk.

Valkyrie looked at him with a devilish grin. “I do carry the team,” she said with a wink.

He laughed, and his gaze lingered over her lips for a fraction of a moment; you saw. You flushed when Professor Odinson looked at you and he cleared his throat. “Well, I won’t keep you two from catching up on your...girl talk or whatever it is you do.” He took out something from his pocket; it was a box of mini cauldron cakes which he shoved into Valkyrie’s hands. “Share these…” he said, leaving. “Heal quickly now Valkyrie, I won’t go easy on you when you return!”

“I wouldn't want you to, sir!” she said with a smile.

You grabbed a cauldron cake and took a bite, watching Valkyrie stare at Professor Odinson as he left. “Oh Professor, I’d love for you to go hard on me,” you said, in your best pleading voice.

Valkyrie snorted. “Shut it and don’t eat all my cakes.”

You both giggled and snacked on the cakes. Eventually, your thoughts drifted to a certain professor you were trying to avoid thinking about, but even amidst a beautiful flurry of chocolate and strawberry jam in your mouth, he still lingered.

After several more minutes of chatting, and another cauldron cake, you left Valkyrie to rest. The entire infirmary seemed to sigh with a sense of relief when you departed and you looked back at them with a scowl. You weren’t that loud...

It was still early in the morning, only ten o’clock, so you grabbed some breakfast before heading to your first Defence Against the Dark Arts class. You met Pom and Mo at the door, and the three of you took your seats.

A middle-aged man in a tweed jacket and a greying beard walked into the room, closing the door with a wave of his wand. “Welcome, students. I apologize for my tardiness this semester. I trust you have all been very well behaved and completed all your readings.”

He walked to the front of the class, through the aisle next to you, and you caught the musky scent of longrass and pipe smoke from him. “My six-month expedition in the Amazon was well worth it, though that is a story for another day. For now, we shall start on one of the spells in your readings. A shielding spell.”

You had not seen Professor Baldur since last year. He had been your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher for half your time at Hogwarts. His demeanour was a cross between strict and friendly, wholly depending on what side of his temperament you landed on.

Professor Baldur opened up his briefcase and took out a brown paper bag. He reached inside and pulled out a red apple. “Now, Darwish, throw this at my head,” he said, passing the apple to Mo.

Mo looked at you and Pom before looking back at the professor. “A-are you sure, sir?” Some students whispered and giggled in the background.

Professor Baldur stepped back, giving Mo enough distance to hurl it and said, “yes, yes, come on now, throw! And someone be sure to catch it, I don’t want my lunch bruised!”

Mo wound up and flung the apple at Professor Baldur. Surely, the fruit would have landed squarely on his forehead had he not flicked his wand in a flash and yelled, “protego!”

The apple bounced off of a blueish glow around the professor and clipped another student in the shoulder, only to be caught by his neighbour. The class murmured excitedly at the opportunity to learn such a powerful spell.

Mo leaned over and whispered, “would have been useful to learn this one before those damned crows nearly pecked my eyes out.”

You nodded back in response.

“Questions?” Professor Baldur asked.

Pom raised her hand. “Does this spell work on more powerful things, like other spells? Can it cover more people?”

The professor took a bite of his apple and nodded with his eyes closed. “Yes, yes, it all depends on the user. Protego can be as powerful as a great wall, protecting an entire community! Or it can be as flimsy as a cardboard box.” He walked over to your desk and leaned over you, Pom, and Mo. “However, protego cannot deflect the unforgivable curses. For those you must block, dodge, or interrupt.”

Just then, someone rapped on the door at the back of the classroom and it opened to Professor Sif. “Everyone head to the Great Hall for an emergency announcement. Classes are dismissed for the day.”

You looked at Pom and Mo, who shrugged. You did not expect this to be a celebratory dismissal, and it caused an anxious lump to form in your chest. The three of you followed the rest of the students to the Great Hall and sat at your table. Pom stood at the Ravenclaw table and glanced around as if she were waiting for someone but eventually sat down.

Once the last of the students and teachers trickled in, the doors shut and the murmurs quieted. You looked at the head table and looked for Professor Laufeyson; he sat beside Professor Odinson with a grim expression on his face. Something looked off, more than usual; he seemed pale and tired.

Headmistress Frigga rose, and there was no trace of a smile on her face today. “It has been a strange semester thus far. From our dear Professor Hubert Rattowl’s passing and the unfortunate incident of yesterday’s Quidditch game. I am sorry to pull you from class today. But it is with a heavy heart I must announce that one of your classmates has gone missing.” There was a rush of whispers across the hall which Professor Sif shushed loudly, as the Headmistress continued. “The teachers and I are up in arms to look for the missing student. And as such, we have deemed it necessary to lock down Hogwarts for the month of October and possibly the rest of the semester. This means no going outside of castle grounds, no trips to Hogsmeade, and there is a new curfew of seven o’clock, post meridiem.”

There were several groans at this announcement. The Headmistress looked down at the students and clasped the edges of the podium. “Any students caught breaking these rules will be expelled and sent home immediately.”

“It’s the Dark One!” someone shouted. Then whispers erupted from every table, talking about his return and some even threw Professor Laufeyson’s name into the fire.

“Silence!” Headmistress Frigga yelled. “I will not tolerate gossip in my school!” She gave a gentler look after silencing the room with her commanding tone. “I know you are scared, as am I. However, we will not get through this if we cannot work together. Now is a time for Hogwarts to be unified and diligent. Take care of your fellow classmates and teachers. We must be both kind and cautious.”

Then, some of the other teachers took turns providing a list of their new schedules, particularly for the students engaged in night classes or other extra-curricular activities. You looked down at the table, thinking about what was going on. First the attack and now a student had actually gone missing. You looked back at Professor Laufeyson, but he was no longer at the table or in the Great Hall.

Professor Hogun walked past you towards the Ravenclaw table. He paused over Pom and put a hand on her shoulder. He then escorted her out of the Great Hall.

“What’s that about?” Mo said.

“I don’t know,” you replied, though the lump in your chest only tightened.

“I can’t believe we can’t go to Hogsmeade! I was looking forward to our annual butterbeer bash,” he said, crossing his arms.

You gave him a look, to which he only smiled and said, “the best way for coping with this distress is to have a nice butterbeer don’t you think?”

“Mo, I don’t think anything is going to calm my distress,” you said with a laugh. The dread in your stomach remained.

As you exited the Great Hall, you noticed Pom at the end of the corridor, with a few students around her. Her face was completely red, and she was sobbing. One of her friends hugged her and Pom buried her face in their arms and cried. You walked over to the crowd and tapped someone on the shoulder.

“What’s wrong? Is Pom alright?” You said.

The student frowned and shook his head. “The missing student...is Pom’s brother, Ken.”

Before you could even process the news, you saw Professor Laufeyson come down the hall. When the student you spoke to caught sight of him, he yelled aloud and lunged at the professor. A girl with braids held the boy back. “It’s your fault! It’s your fault he’s missing!” He nearly spat his words at Professor Laufeyson.

Professor Laufeyson looked grim, but maintained an impartial expression. “I don’t know what you mean. I am sorry to hear about our missing student. I hope they find him.”

“You’re the Dark One’s son! You’re causing all this to happen!” The boy said.

The other students gasped, and for a moment you saw rage on Professor Laufeyson’s face. Then Professor Hogun broke up the crowd and took the insolent student by the arm. “You do not speak to your Professor in that tone, Warren! Minus twenty points for Ravenclaw and detention!” He guided the boy down the hall before throwing Professor Laufeyson a disapproving glance, as if he agreed with the student anyway.

As the crowd dispersed, Professor Laufeyson left, and you hesitated for a moment before you followed him. You followed him down the corridor, past the library, until the hordes of panicked students thinned out to the point you were alone. “Wait! Sir!”

He stopped, arms crossed. “What?” he said, turning to face you. His face was a mask.

“Are you alright?”

He actually chuckled. “Why wouldn’t I be?” he said, shrugging. You walked up closer to him. He gave you an incredulous look, but you could sense something beyond it. Irritation. “It’s nothing I have not heard before. And I must grant that boy a touch of respect since he was brave enough to tell me what everyone else was thinking.”

You looked at him then, afraid to say what you wanted to say.

“And you wonder the same thing,” he said. A glimmer of disappointment in his eyes. “Just like the rest of them.”

That was not fair. “I’ve been trying to help you!”

He laughed again. “What makes you think I need your help?” He turned away to leave and you could not bear the frustration.

Your anger bubbled to the surface. “I saw you die!”

For a moment, his eyes widened, but he maintained his composure. “What?”

You breathed in and exhaled slowly. “I have a...gift, or at least that’s what Heimdall says. I have visions.”

He watched you curiously as you continued.

“I have these dreams, and for a long time, all I dreamed of was that blue cube - the Tesseract you called it - in the lake. It’s in some sort of cavern. I don’t know where. But then, before you arrived in school, I saw you, in my vision. In the cavern, with these strange creatures surrounding you.”

Professor Laufeyson looked at you with a sort of satisfaction, despite hearing of his death. “So that’s how you knew about the Tesseract,” he said, cocking his head to the side.

Your anger flared up again. “Hold on, did you act upset so I would feel bad for you and tell you everything?”

He raised his hands up. “Don’t take it so badly, at least I didn’t use any magic this time!”

You grit your teeth. This man was insufferable. “You just lie, all the time then?”

He walked towards you and put a finger under your chin as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “People lie all the time, love, I just own it.”

You ignored the reaction your body had to his touch and stepped back. “Why do you want that cube? Does it have anything to do with the missing student?”

“You can thank my father for the missing student. I wouldn’t be surprised if there are more disappearances. Times are changing! As for what I want, you should already know that, seer. I can’t do your job for you.” He turned and walked away.

You were so frustrated you could shake him. “But you’ll die if you search for the Tesseract!”

He shrugged. “What difference does that make? Nobody cares.”

“I don’t want you to die.”

He stopped walking for a moment and turned his head slightly. “Then you’d be the first.” He said and left you standing there, alone in the corridor.

[rouge-raccoon]

It has been done *also sorry for the lack of art in awhile heh*

Here is An awesome art collab with my pal an also co partner in the whole dragon AU stuff

@basilgeest and a few extra lil doodles to by me

Mushy is a lil slamander very poisonous , but salamders are immune when it come to cleaning an etc

Mushy loves to eat mushrooms and tends to grow em on there tail , they love to hold onto poms tail if they go out killing or catching dragons for DE arena