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yeah im d e a d

Seijoh four Gods Au that i thought of where theyre all based on different gods from different pantheons!!

These r just sketches that I like and find super fun, nothing fully rendered yet tho i dont have the time. But there!!! I personally am rlly proud with Oiks design hahhaahahah

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pretty (dumb) setters

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bro was so embarrassed he forgot he engraved it on his soul so he’d remember in his next lives lmaooooooo 

my comic for In This Life Or The Next, an Iwaoi reincarnation zine! This team was an absolute delight to work with and I couldn’t be prouder of everyone’s work

It’s not too late to preorder! Leftover sales are open for one more week (June 14) 🫶✨

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anyway just a reminder for the myth lovers out there

king arthur was welsh. merlin was welsh. camelot was in wales. the lady and the lake she pops out of; welsh. excalibur; magic inanimate welsh object. etc.

on the way to see family, i drive past a lake that in which is welsh legend, is the last resting place of excalibur.

i’m just saying in my experience a lot of these legends had been so anglo-fied in the past and it’s like, all this cool shit is celtic welsh legend.

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It will never cease to crack me up that Tantai Jin took over the Jing country cause the demon mask voice thing in his head convinced him to, it's your birthright etc etc. - so he arguably took it over for Evil Reasons™ and then Tantai Jin proceeded to use his newfound power to -

Be an amazing fucking ruler. Like, he did an entire hostile takeover thing with his emo gremlin magic, and instead of being a tyrant tHE FUCKING COUNTRY IMPROVED FOR THE BETTER. That's absolutely hysterical to me.

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Made some fanfic writer achievements, might add more later

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Making a shitty one-page RPG called Oh Shit It’s the Killer. The premise is simple: you’re a high schooler spending the weekend in the woods with your besties. The Killer is there also. He is trying to the Kill you

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I think that, undeniably, the funniest part of Harry Potter is the fact that Draco and Harry are constantly taunting each other in the Great Hall, even though they’re separated by the Hufflepuff AND Ravenclaw tables. which means that they’re literally yelling at each other in front of the entire school. here’s a scenario I’m picturing:

Scene 1: dinner in the Great Hall, camera zoomed out, whole hall in view

Draco: *yelling* Hey! Hey, Potter!

Harry: *yelling back, even louder* What, Malfoy?

Draco: Heard you and Pretty Boy Diggory have a date coming up in the Prefects’ Bathroom!

Harry: Fucking YEAH we do, Malfoy! *smirks* Why do you ask? Interested in stopping by?

Draco: You— *blushes furiously* Just wait until my father hears about this, Potter! You just wait!

Harry: Ah, well you can go on and tell Lucius that he’s welcome to join, too!

Draco: *squawks in disbelief, then storms out of the hall*

Scene 2: camera follows Draco running for the bloody hills, zooming in on Blaise and Pansy as he passes behind them

Blaise: *fork hovering halfway to his mouth* Potter is a bloody LEGEND, Pans.

Pansy: *reading Witch Weekly, literally hasn’t looked up in seven (7) minutes* Yes, Blaise. He’s a cheeky little shit. We all know this by now.

Scene 3: camera cuts to the head table, zooming in on Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape

McGonagall: Mr. Malfoy appears to be rather besotted with Mr. Potter, Severus.

Snape: Indeed, Minerva. One can only hope that Mr. Malfoy soon recognizes the error in his throes of unhinged passion.

Scene 4: camera cuts to the Gryffindor table, focusing in on Ron and Hermione whispering to each other

Ron: What the bloody hell was that all about, Mione?

Hermione: *gives Ron a pitying look* Oh, Ronald. They’re clearly interested in each other!

Ron: What are you getting at?

Hermione: They like each other, Ron! Romantically!

Ron: Oh. *pauses briefly* Then why does Harry have a date with Diggory?

Hermione: Honestly, Ron!

Scene 5: camera pans over to the Hufflepuff table, centering on Cedric

Cedric: *frowning at his plate* Hold on... *looking around desperately* I didn’t mean he should take a bath with ME! His egg! He needs to take his EGG in the bath!

everyone: *confused silence*

Scene 6: cuts to Heaven, James looking down at the scene proudly, Lily nearby

James: *tearing up* Oh, Lily! Our boy is worse than Padfoot and I were combined!

Lily: That’s... maybe not something we should be encouraging, James.

James: We’re dead, Lils! We can encourage him from up here all we want! Bloody brilliant, that is!

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Well he’s not my type but he’ll do.

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James: *texting* dkfjwjdnwjsnmw

Regulus: James, what is that? Are you feeling alright?

Sirius: it’s a keyboard smash. means he’s laughing.

Regulus: Ah, I see. Can I try?

James: yea just press random letters

Regulus:

Regulus: 7

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concept: jegulily fake dating AU

james has a really half-baked plan to date reg to get lily's attention (definitely not because he wants to for personal reasons).

lily finds out and decides she's going to get back at him by also pretending to date reg.

they both get super competitive with the scale of the dates and romantic declarations, constantly trying to outdo each other.

meanwhile reg is stuck in the middle like 'I'm supposed to be getting them to date each other instead, how do I do that?' and trying to push away his own feelings

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Hi you! I'd love to hear some more of your Autistic Regulus headcannons!

sorry it took me forever to respond. i had to brainstorm for a little bit

anyways, to the headcannons!

sensitive to fabric textures, like he absolutely hates the feel of velvet. tags need to be cut out IMMEDIATELY

needs precise instruction. if he’s even slightly unsure, he will spiral and just freeze up.

absolutely not a multitasker. he does everything one task at a time, thank you very much

accidentally a teachers pet. for a long time, he didn’t realize that telling the teacher about his peers bad behavior was considered bad. he was just being honest ffs

great vocabulary ever since he was a kid

i feel like he’d have a comfort item. maybe a snitch or a family ring that he brings everywhere

prefers to be self-taught

loves philosophy. is very interested in asking those deep questions about life and death and everything in between. he doesn’t particularly want to answer said questions, but he likes to ponder them

ah yes, social anxiety

that boy is so easily irritated.

gives up on things that he’s not automatically skilled at

people often assume he doesn’t lie because of how blunt and honest he is most of time, but in reality, regulus is a fantastic liar.

i feel like he’d hold a pencil/quill oddly. his friends would notice the way he’s writing and just ??? what the fuck, regulus? how can you even hold it like that?

while on the topic of writing, he has atrocious handwriting. it gives doctor. he can understand it, but no one else can. his friends know not to copy his notes

is he stressed? if yes, then don’t expect any words from him.

has daily routines that he always abides by. his friends would know when he would be where and try not to mess it up. if they do mess it up, that’s where that “easily irritated” trait comes into play

he has a visual stim where he likes to watch the water. spends a lot of time at the lake, just sitting by himself and observing

easily picks up on the presence of people around him, almost like a sixth sense of some kind. he is hyper aware of the people in the room and dislikes when they are too close

he’s a quiet speaker. like, he’s hardly ever loud, on purpose or on accident. that doesn’t mean he’s “uwu shy” he just naturally talks quieter, doesn’t matter if he’s being nice or being a bitch

he played “oddly” when he was little. he would play by organizing his toys or lining them up neatly. he would also set up scenes with his toys, but never actually act out the scene— he just liked setting it up (i did this a lot as a kid lmao. i would make house blueprints out of chalk and not actually play with it)

normally sticks to his friend group and rarely ever deviates from them. he honestly has no interest in making more friends

romance does not come easily to him. not that he isn’t interested in romance (at least to me. i don’t personally hc him as aspec), it’s just difficult for him to navigate

as a kid, he often preferred to talk to older people— older family members, teachers— over kids his age

taught himself how to act “normal” by mimicking the people around him.

struggles to understand when he makes a mistake. he often won’t apologize because he simply can’t comprehend that he did something wrong.

had an imaginary friend as a kid. i don’t have any specifics about it, he just gives me that Vibe

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Bellatrix emerged from the column of black smoke with her wand already drawn, a sneer twisting once pretty features into something manic and cruel, and she spat out the words to a killing curse with purpose, flinging it in the direction of her cousin with a flourish; and Sirius turned, just in time to see the pulse of green come careening toward him-

Only for a weight to slam into his back, tackling him to the ground before the curse could hit, leaving it to instead crash harmlessly against the side of the archway taking up the centre of the room.

The person who had tackled Sirius shoved him over onto his back even as a second figure emerged from behind the tattered curtain, manifesting out of drifting grey light and empty air.

“Circe’s tits, Padfoot, a man would think you’d never cast a bloody Protego in your life! Watch your surroundings, would you? I can’t always be out here saving your arse, you know.” Sirius stared up at the young man crouched over him, at the familiar brown eyes behind round glasses and the broad grin he’d not seen in fourteen years; and James Potter leavered himself and his best friend back to their feet in the same moment that his wife, still as beautiful as the day she died, whorled on Lucius Malfoy, teeth bared.

“What the hell do you think you’re trying to do to my son, Lucius, you prick?” She threw herself at Malfoy as the man gaped at her, and wrestled his wand out of his hand before she hexed him with it; and James, nudging Sirius back in the direction of Remus and Harry, sighed wistfully.

“Merlin, I love that woman,” he breathed; and a third, final silhouette formed from the archway, stepping out from beneath the curtain and shoving a hand back through sopping wet curls, cool grey eyes scanning the men and women scattered around the chamber.

His focus zeroed in on Bellatrix, who stared back at him with an expression of open shock, mouth hanging open; and Regulus Black, still eighteen, soaked through and scowling, broke into a run at her.

It took her a solid two seconds to move, to stumble down off the outcropping of rock she’d been stood atop and stumble toward the exit; but Regulus had been a seeker, once upon a time, and death hadn’t robbed him of that speed, and when he hit her it was with as much force as James had hit Sirius, taking her to the ground and wrestling her wand from her hand even as she screamed and clawed up at him.

“You’re dead!” She screeched, fighting her baby cousin for her wand, and he yanked it fully from her hand before he scoffed down at her, dirty lake water still dripping from his hair.

“Riddle fucking wishes,” he retorted; and then hit her with a curse that manifested in a flash of bright red light, knocking her quite unconscious before he clambered back to his feet.

Back at the arch, James Potter was staring at him with warm, soft brown eyes; and Regulus blushed, cheeks bright pink, and bared his teeth at him.

“Stop gawking and get yourself a bloody wand, Potter, unless you want to go right back where we came from!”

James blinked out of whatever trance he’d been trapped in, shaking his head hard, and then turned back to Sirius with that same grin.

“Sorry Pads, need to borrow this quickly.” He snatched the wand from Sirius’ hand, before - in tandem with Regulus and Lily - pointing it up, at the centre-point of the ceiling.

“Sanguis incarcerous maxima,” Regulus declared, voice even and carrying around the room - and making one or two other people falter, at the familiarity of a voice none of them had expected to ever hear again - and Lily and James echoed him, one after the other, before they each redirected their wands at a Death Eater, Lily at Malfoy, Regulus at Bellatrix, and James at the first one to cross his eyeline, trading curses with Ginny Weasley and Tonks behind where Sirius and Harry still stood.

The tips of each of the wands glowed, a bright pulse of electric blue light; and then there were yelps from all around the room as chains sprang into existence around the Death Eaters, confining them quite effectively and leaving them to thump unceremoniously to the ground.

“Brilliant,” Hermione Granger breathed on the other side of the room, staring at the bound wizard on the floor in front of her; and back at the arch, James let out a whooshing breath, bracing his hands on his knees as Lily and Regulus both moved back to join him.

“Godric, Lils, I know you said it was going to be odd, but this is- this is bloody weird. How long were we dead? Fourteen years? Merlin’s shrivelled ballsack, I never thought having teeth could feel weird. Do your teeth feel weird, love?”

“James,” Lily murmured, wrapping a hand around his elbow while her eyes remained fixed on Harry, half hidden behind Sirius; and it was Remus who raised his wand, pointing it at both of them with an uncertain frown on his face.

“Oh, Circe,” Regulus muttered, and sat down on the edge of the platform; and Remus cleared his throat, and addressed James first.

“The first gift I ever gave to Harry after he was born.” James’ eyes flicked to his, and he looked surprised for a moment, before he sighed, and rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Merlin, Mooney, that’s… I mean the first one I ever counted was the crocheted hippogriff you put in his cot; the lumpy one you cobbled together from one of your mum’s patterns. Original pattern was for a horse, I think you said. The wings were uneven. But I know you saw it as your refusal to be his godfather. So, typical for you two, your first gift to Harry would have been Sirius.” James rolled his eyes, while Remus blinked hard and lowered his wand; and Lily huffed out a soft laugh, leaning against James’ side.

“Idiot. We were always going to make you both his godparents; Mary insisted she’d only be godmother to sprong number two, so she could teach them all sorts of mischief.”

“Because your offspring really need the extra help,” Regulus remarked dryly, looking back over his shoulder at the lot of them; and he locked eyes with his brother, blinking at him impassively even as Sirius visibly ground his teeth together.

“Well? No demands for my proof of identity? You used to wet the bed until you were six. You stole my socks all the way up until you ran away from home. When our mother was pondering marrying you off to Narcissa, you told her you’d rather marry a troll, and walked around carrying the umbrella stand for a week referring to it as Lady Black, until we found out Cissa had been betrothed to Lucius instead.”

Behind Sirius, Harry let out a spluttering laugh, and James grinned at the sound; and Sirius swallowed visibly before he moved to drop to his knees beside Regulus, taking his face in his hands and scanning his face a little desperately.

“Reggie,” he whispered; and it was Regulus’ turn to swallow too hard.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” he told his big brother flatly; and Sirius wrapped his arms around him, tugging him in against his chest for a tight hug while he buried his face in his hair.

His wet hair.

“Why are you soaked, Reg?” He choked out, not letting the teenager go, and Regulus laughed humourlessly even as he wrapped his arms around him in return.

“Miscalculated how the magic would work. We all came through in the state we died in; s’why James isn’t wearing shoes. Idiot.”

Back by the arch, Lily had stepped up to Harry, until she was close enough to cup his cheek in the palm of her hand; and when he tentatively leaned into the touch, she pulled him briskly into her arms, James embracing the both of them and propping his chin on top of Harry’s head.

“He’s not wrong,” James murmured, and Lily laughed tearfully, holding onto her son as tightly as she could without hurting him.

The murmur of voices around them had picked up, Harry’s classmates and the handful of Order members who had come to their rescue shuffling closer; and Regulus pressed his face harder against Sirius’ shoulder while Remus stood between the two reuniting families, unsure which to go to but prepared to keep away anyone who tried to disturb them; and then Albus Dumbledore swept into the room, looking windswept and like he’d just been in a fight, Cornelius Fudge hot on his heels.

“Alastor, what happened?” He demanded, looking around the room; and then froze when he took note of the three unexpected pairs of eyes fixed on him.

“Ah, fuck,” Regulus muttered; and Lily Potter threw herself across the room.

“You son of a bitch!” She cried; and punched Albus squarely in the face.

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James, on a table in the common room: ...and that's why Armenia beat Bolivia in '52. Now, if Choque had used a different chaser arrangement, say The Prague Square, that gave them more support in the fore-field...

Remus: Is he done yet? Its been almost 40 minutes.

Lily, staring at James: Has it really? I hadn't noticed.

......

Later, at Slug Club.

Regulus: ...it's like with wand woods, they all have specific properties. A dogwood broom is good for explosive bursts of speed and sharp turns, but not for more controlled manouvers. Now, mahogany...

Lily: *chin resting on hands watching*

Lily, catching herself: This isn't my type, right? No. Surely that's not what's happening...

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Snippet from my jegulily soulmate au fic

James told himself he couldn't pine away again. He can't do it. He's already done that with Lily once and it was the most painfully beautiful moments of his life. He can't go through that heartbreak again, especially not twice. He won't do it. But Lily and Regulus are discussing a book over a table and everytime Regulus looks away Lily throws small crumpled paper pieces into his hair, and everytime she suceeds she looks towards James to make sure he's aware of the game she's playing, and when Lily turns away to crumple more paper Regulus meets James eyes to affirm, Regulus is fully aware what's going on. He's just letting it happen. For her.

James doesn't know what to do with that knowledge. He cannot go through that sort of pining heartbreak again. He's going to do it anyways. How could he ever look at these two and not completly fall to his knees at their command. They don't even know it, such a simple act as Lily being herself and Regulus entretaining her gets his heart spinning. They're adorable, he' s not gonna get any studying done. Oh please let someone save him.

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Sirius: *Shows James a pic Regulus posted*

James: Smash.

Sirius: *a look of pure horror*

James: Wait, what was the game? Smash or pass?

Sirius: NONONONONONO