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[suzyq31]

Another @jilymicrofics for team Gryffindor! Can easily be a continuation of my previous one. Prompts used: pride and joy.

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The first thing that alerted Lily that things were amiss was the cat racing through the kitchen, ginger tail puffed and making disgruntled yowls. The next was the sound of clattering, and heavy footsteps over the record she had playing softly.

She summoned a towel and dried her hands, moving swiftly towards the direction that Mitsy had come from. Fleetwood Mac faded and the sound of laughter reached her next, easing some of the tension from her shoulders as she rounded the corner into the living room. 

James was chasing after Harry who careened around the sofa astride his toddler broom. The one she had banned from inside use over a month ago. There was also a broken picture frame and glass littering the hardwood floor. Much too close to her son’s socked feet. 

“James!”

Her husband’s head snapped up, a flash of guilt in his eyes. Harry spotted her and the sheer delight on his small face was enough to bring her back from the edge of panic. James was right behind him beaming and waving away the jagged edges of glass with his wand.

Lily crossed her arms. 

“I thought we agreed that the broom would be outdoors only.”

He tugged at his hair, Harry already taking off around the sofa again. “I know…but It’s been raining for days. Poor lad needs an outlet.”

As if in agreement Harry gave a loud shriek of happiness and James’ grin widened. Lily glanced around the sitting room now in complete disarray; tufted cushions on the ground, records spilling out of the cabinet that had clearly been collided with and the last of her summer flowers now strewn across the rug. Last time Harry had knocked over a vase–one of the many Potter heirlooms that filled their home, and Lily had put a stop to the insanity, insisting that brooms were never meant for indoors, no matter how low to the ground they flew.

James’ hands on her waist drew her attention back from the mess and her small child who was still laughing with joy. 

“I’ll clean it up. I promise.”

Her answer was cut off by Harry, who noticed the lack of attention and came barreling towards them. Luckily James' reflexes were quick and with a wave his broom halted right near Lily’s shin. Harry slid forward on the broom, green eyes wide and mouth gaping open. Lily scooped him up before he could fall off and once safe in her arms he gave her a toothy grin. 

“I see you’re inheriting your fathers gift for trouble.”

Harry laughed and said “Da.” 

James smiled proudly, ruffling the matching dark mop of hair that their son had also inherited. “Admit it. You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“He’s likely to shave years off my life,” she sighed, before kissing her son’s pudgy cheek, and tilting her head up towards James. “But you’re right.”

[scriptastra]

[datcravat]

SCIENCE BEGETS TRUTH✨

[blurredcoffeeforme]

[thegreatermassofdeath]

First 4 pages of THE DANCING BONES for #MicroComicSummer 2024

I was secretly working on this comic all winter! It's 64 pages of lesbian horror nonsense. Keep your eyes peeled; the full comic is coming to an internet near you sometime soon.

[frownyalfred]

Eldritch!Alfred finally revealing himself to the Batfamily after decades of service except Bruce takes one look at the claws and glowing eyes and just says "Good God, Alfred, is this about your salary? Do you need more days off?" And the only reason Alfred reveals himself is because he finally snapped and locked Bruce in his beloved Cave and Refuses to let him out, so no, it is not, Master Wayne.

Bruce proceeds to pout by the monitors like he's 16 again instead of 46. He is taking the revelation that his butler/father/friend is an Eldritch Abomination so well he's not reacting at all. It's a non-issue. He sees glowing eyes and claws all the time. Alfred's meddling doesn't even crack the top ten of strange things he's seen this week.

"Alfred," Bruce whines when the industrial laser he was about to use to break open the Cave exit disappears. "Are you still making lemon chicken for dinner?"

Slipping the laser into a pocket dimension, Alfred lets out a sigh from six rattling mouths. Darling boy. Darling boy.

"...Yes, sir."

[ohsleepie]

More au doodles. Jean really likes when Laila does his hair so he just doesn't do it. Unfortunately for her, his hair genetically and psychologically could be straw </3

[tired-all-the-time22]

Hey, man, we all can't be like you -- I wish we were all rose-colored too

{Rose-Colored Boy - Paramore}

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Smashing this song and my headcanon that Dash's dad is in the GIW together to make a fic Idea where the GIW finds out Danny's identity and tells on him to his parents in their hunt for phantom --

Dash's dad leads the operation, him and his team (along with the Fenton parents) cornering Danny after school while he's hiding/running away from Dash, forcing transform in order to get away; unbeknownst to either party, Dash witnesses everything and runs after Phantom to try and help.

Que the two stumbling into and getting trapped in the ghost zone in a confused scuffle while Danny's trying to escape, now on the run from three (3) parents and one (1) secret government organization.

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I kinda wanna use this premise to explore how Dash would progress through learning Phantom is Danny, and then (separately!) becoming a better person--

-- I think he'd be super annoying about it at first; idolizing Danny, pestering him a bunch about how cool it is to have ghost powers, generally acting way too close with him, and completely pushing aside how he treated Danny before the revelation.

Most of the situations we see Dash become friendly towards/respectful of Danny in-show are usually after Danny has shown himself to be physically strong/confident (see: Pirate Radio), and even then, Dash doesn't proceed to do any introspection at all and continues to bully him.

Conclusion: Learning Phantom = Danny would not be enough to trigger a redemption arc for Dash. This boy needs to learn some empathy.

Dash actively witnessing Danny having issues despite being powerful as Phantom (i.e. fearing and having to run from his parents, the toll fighting ghosts takes on his school/life/mental health, etc.), as well as being confronted with how privileged he is himself (having a loving, attentive family, being much better off financially, etc.) would force him into being more introspective.

Throw in him realizing the parallel between how the GIW treats Phantom with how he treats Danny (i.e. indiscriminate & unreasonable anger & violence), and -boom!- it clicks for him

[dyrdeer]

Attack of the 50ft Woman

[raspberrirot]

new hair

[suzyq31]

Alright, here goes nothing. Let's see if Gryffindor has a shot! Written for @jilymicrofics.

Prompt: Horrified

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James' eyes went wide with horror beneath his glasses. “Don’t even joke about that.”

Lily laughed, the now empty bowl of ice cream perched on her stomach shaking with her movement.  “I’m not joking.”

He gave her a mock wounded look, taking another bite from his own bowl. “Well, you’re wrong."

With a sigh she heaved herself up from leaning against the sofa. With only a few weeks left of her pregnancy, nearly all movement was difficult. James sat up, arm extending to take the bowl and waving it away to fly across the cottage towards the kitchen. 

Lily adjusted her tank top and did her best to turn towards her husband. “I didn’t say I was right. Only that it’s a possibility. One you’ll have to resign yourself to.”

He shook his head and placed his hand where the bowl had been.  The warmth of him a stark contrast to the cold ceramic. “What’s that Muggle theory? Nature versus Nurture? He’ll have both. So it’s a done deal.”

She snorted. “I don’t think it’s been used to study the inheritance of Quidditch skills.”

“No. But they’ve got their football teams. I’m sure it’s similar.” 

“So you refuse to prepare yourself for the fact that your son might just not be interested in your favorite sport. Let alone want to play, or have a natural talent for it.”

James gave her the mischievous smile, the one he’d been giving her since they’d met. “I never prepare for the worst.”

“That’s true,” she conceded with a laugh.

His grin only widened. “He’ll be one of the greats. I know it.”

She was about to reply when a strong kick up near her ribs made her wince. James’s eyes went wide again, this time with wonder and a touch of concern. 

“You alright?”

She nodded, moving her hand over his. Months had passed since she’d first felt the fluttering inside her, now much more intense and jarring, yet it never stopped amazing either of them.

“I think that means he agrees with me,” he added.

“That or the sugar is finally hitting.” 

Her free hand found its way to James’ messy hair. More and more these days her mind was preoccupied with what was to come, wondering what their son would be like. If he would look anything like the man she loved, or if he would look like her at all.

James hummed absently, ducking down to kiss her lips, still tasting of strawberry ice cream . “Your sweet tooth and my quidditch skills. He’ll be unstoppable.”

[scriptastra]

[sharpace]

148. Have To

Been really feeling this lately with *waves hand* everything going on.

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[frownyalfred]

“You are way too pretty and smart for someone who gets kicked in the face every single night.”

Bruce swirled his Cab around, not looking up from his glass. The corner of his lip quirked slightly. “Sounds a little like jealousy to me.”

Lois audibly scoffed over her Chardonnay. “Please. I’m remarking on how unlikely it is.”

“You should know how tenacious…” Bruce trailed off and finally looked up, meeting her eyes, “…beauty and intelligence can be, despite the odds.”

“Your attempts at flattery disgust me,” Lois told him.

“Attempts?” Bruce asked, wounded.

“Is this how you talk to my husband?”

“Mhm,” Bruce downed the rest of his Cab, making a face. “We don’t usually talk.”

“Bruce.”

[trialsofthedas]

Rook: *pulls back the curtain while Viago is showering*

Rook: Hey is this - put the knife away, it’s me - is this the normal box of chocolate or is this the one we poisoned to give to our enemies? I have a craving.

[otto-tigtea]

Well, I came with another mini thing and it's not a billford?? o_o (sorry 😔✌🏻)

Bill's therapy isn't going very smoothly, but he's trying...trying to come up with a plan to escape :) And after that he was never allowed to attend joint art classes in Theraprism

And the last picture is again my blue jelly weirdo-therapist, who definitely doesn't like one persistent artist who comes and disturbs with some sketches of everything and everyone)))