Endgame was so good and made me so nostalgic for 2012 Avengers and my investment in MCU at the time… I miss these guys.
A Loki ACEO I did while at ACen. I think I have four of them now?
I don’t like the Kuretake Fudegokochi because it smears soooo easily, but that’s why I’m trying to use it up. Like ScarJo’s nose isn’t hard enough to draw without my pen being crappy, haha.
“I asked you to help me with Potions, not to sit on my back and play Pokemon,” Bruce said.
Tony might have noticed that he sounded more irritated than usual, but his Flaafy was so close to evolving.
“Tony!” Bruce said, louder this time, but it almost immediately turned into an exasperated sigh. “I regret giving that DS to you. Where did you get it charged anyway? I thought you ran out of battery a few weeks ago.”
“Oh, I meant to ask you,” Tony said, not looking up from his game. “Why don’t we have a generator power thingy set up in our room? Jane has one set up in hers to charge all her Muggle stuff. Electricity is basically what Muggles have instead of magic, seems like.”
“That’s–wait, Pepper let you into the girls’ dorms?”
“Pepper was busy putting out a fire in the common room.”
“A literal one?”
“It might have been breathing literal fire.”
“Only a little!”
Bruce sighed again and looked back at his cauldron, which was bubbling a little faster now as the potion heated up. “So are you going to help me with this homework or not?”
“You put too many cricket legs in,” Tony said, still not looking up from his game. “It should explode in another few seconds and then you can start over.”
“What?” Bruce looked down at his notes, then at the textbook, then quickly at the cauldron again. “Why didn’t you–”
And then the potion exploded. After that, Bruce didn’t ask for Tony’s help anymore.
Happy birthday, Stephanie! Here is, um, kind of a depressing drabble thing for you~. :D;;;
No one pointed it out to his face, but the fact remained that he was the only one in his year that had yet produced a corporeal Patronus.
It was nearly Halloween, and they had long since moved onto other spells and charms in Defense Against the Dark Arts. The professor had agreed to see him for ten or fifteen minutes ahead of each class to continue helping him with his Patronus, but it had been weeks, and there had not been little to no progress. By now Bruce knew what the problem was, but knowing did not help anything, and he was ready to give up on it. He knew the professor would be disappointed, but it didn’t bother him much. It didn’t really matter.
“Well, there are other badass spells you can learn,” Tony said, shrugging. He was quiet on the subject now; Bruce guessed that he’d run through his small stock of awkwardly encouraging remarks some time ago.
There was no time to guess at why a cloud of Dementors was descending over the grounds. The first to notice stood, yelling and screaming, but by the time the rest of the crowd looked up, they could no longer see the sky. The cold hit first. Moments later, black spectres landed amongst them and almost immediately, the sound of screaming shrank away, replaced in many parts with dull groaning and muffled sobs.
Bruce felt goosebumps rise on his skin, but his mind was curiously blank all of a sudden, and he didn’t really feel much of anything.
Here and there, he could see small explosions of white light through the darkness, but they were weak and shrank away quickly. He could hear the voices of his friends somewhere. They seemed far away now. They had been sitting next to him; he didn’t know when they’d been separated.
He couldn’t see anything, just black hooded figures and black wisps of smoke and fog, a black sky. White, for a second, and then black again, and then black again. It was very cold, and it didn’t feel like he was surrounded by people anymore, even though he was sure they were still there. The yelling quieted gradually as long minutes passed, replaced by more sobbing, whimpering.
Bruce was reminded of his mother.
He didn’t remember raising his wand or uttering any incantations, but in the next moment, all he could see and hear was an endless rush of scales rendered in blinding white light and a booming, screeching roar that seemed to split right through the smothering black sky.
It did split the sky.
The Dementors parted for the white dragon – for this mess of wings and claws and teeth, for this screaming, roaring, angry thing – and he could glimpse the pale mid-afternoon blue behind them.
His friends rose around him and stood again, shakily. They held their wands up together and shouted forth a dozen new animals to join his dragon in the sky.
Later on, afterwards, Tony asked him how he’d figured it out – what his “happiest memory” was.
Bruce hadn’t found any happy memory to draw power from. It had been anger, and, he thought, some distant sort of acceptance of that anger. He didn’t really know. He hadn’t thought about it much, and it was impossible to look back and dissect what he’d been feeling.
He did think it was kind of funny, the idea that his anger maybe constituted his “happiest memory,” but he didn’t tell Tony that. He just shrugged and said he didn’t remember, and Tony didn’t press.
No pressure, Bruce!
This was funnier in my head; now it just feels shippy. ヽ( ´¬`)ノ TRALALA~ しかたないよ~. I also spent way too much time on this, dang.
Tony Stark had a lot of owls.
He was always ordering parts and ingredients for experiments and spells, and frequently those items came from overseas or from hard-to-reach places, which would occupy a single owl for days, or even weeks. He also kept correspondences with researchers here and there and contributed occasionally to journals and magazines. It was too much work for two or even three birds to handle on a regular basis. So Tony had a veritable fleet of owls fetching and delivering mail for him.
One of these owls, though, Bruce was not sure was an owl at all, or maybe it used to be, and wasn’t anymore? It was a very old owl, and he assumed that it never carried anything important, because every time it arrived in the Great Hall, it landed by crashing into someone’s (frequently his) orange juice and soaking the letter or parcel it carried. Its legs were far longer than was normal for an owl, and one of them seemed longer than the other. It always appeared ruffled and confused, eyes wide, head rotating around and around its neck in such a tight knot that he wondered if its bones were made of jelly. (It wasn’t impossible.)
Its feathers changed colors, too. It seemed to happen arbitrarily. Sometimes the feathers would shift colors quickly and go through a full rainbow in a few minutes. Sometimes, they mutated gradually through natural owl patterning, or other animal patterns, like tiger stripes or leopard spots. Sometimes, they didn’t change at all. He imagined that Tony had done a lot of experiments on the poor bird over the years, and all the oddities were the result. And yet, Bruce couldn’t imagine that Tony didn’t know how to set the owl back to normal, so then it had to be that Tony preferred it strange?
The owl did not seem to notice or mind though. For all its unusual features, it still acted more or less like a normal owl and would nip affectionately at its owner’s fingers while its owner insulted and threatened it casually over breakfast.
No one else was allowed to insult the owl though. All of the older students knew this already, but occasionally some poor first or second year would make a comment about the bird and leave the Great Hall with feathers coming out of their ears.
Tony Stark had a lot of owls, but Dummy was his favorite.
“You’re not seriously upset about what the little Odinson brat said, are you?”
Bruce shrugged noncommittally.
“Like he’s one to talk anyway,” Tony continued. “He didn’t get his corporeal Patronus until last week, so he’s hardly first in the class (that’d be me, as you know). And there are plenty of others who haven’t got theirs yet, so seriously, you’re not behind!”
“Thanks, Tony,” Bruce said quietly.
“Besides, you’re sure to get a cooler Patronus than that boring raven of his,” Tony chattered on. Bruce wasn’t sure how all the words were managing to leave his mouth in between the bites of cake. “What’s with all the birds, anyway? Barton’s got a hawk. No one’s surprised about that, but then that Coulson guy got that weirdo ostrich thing too. Maybe they should be in Ravenclaw, except they’re idiots. Yours will definitely be much cooler than theirs (but probably not as cool as mine).”
“I don’t know about that.”
Tony shrugged and finished off the rest of his cake. “We’ll see. Betchu’ll manage your Patronus soon enough. Maybe you’ll even beat Rhodey!” He stood.
“C’mon. Are you done? Let’s go. I wanna stop by the kitchens before class. Do you think they’ll have that peanut butter cake today? They’ll probably make some if I ask though…”
Bruce laughed and followed Tony out of the tower.
Uhhh, that doodle actually ended up way gayer than I intended. <_< WHOOPS.
“What are you asking me to do?”
“I’m asking, ‘what are you prepared to do?’”
I’ll be disappointed if his battle outfit doesn’t have a billion spikes on it.
In his third year, Clint got into the habit of watching each of the other teams practice. Just watching was fine, but it frustrated him when he saw the Snitch and the practicing Seeker did not. Eventually, it accumulated in his leaping from his perch in the announcer’s tower, kicking off on his broom, and grabbing the Snitch himself, nevermind that Slytherin had the pitch for practice.
Natasha gave him a very, very dirty look, but she let her captain yell and threaten him.
For one reason or another, this only made Clint want to do it again. It wasn’t about breaking rules as much as it was about being the best. He saw what they didn’t. The Snitch was his. It was always his. Later in the week, Gryffindor had booked the pitch to practice for the evening. Clint watched from his tower. When he spotted the Snitch, he gave Matt a good five minutes to get a clue before jumping in to catch it himself.
And then he flew off with it.
The rumor circulated that Barton had bewitched the Snitch somehow. It came to him willingly, they said. He’d tricked it into coming so he didn’t actually need to find it. The Snitch was alive, they said, and it liked him. He’d swallowed a Snitch as a child, they said, and other Snitches were naturally attracted to him because of that. Students swore that every time they saw him, they’d see the glint of the Snitch flying nearby.
Hufflepuff easily led that Quidditch season, but none of the other teams were getting much practice in – their Seekers, particularly.
In the end, Clint was banned from setting foot in, or entering the airspace of, the Quidditch pitch except for games and his own team’s practice.
But students would still see him around the castle with a glint of gold shining nearby.
Ron had always thought that Natasha was okay for a Slytherin, and especially for a Slytherin prefect. She seemed nice enough and didn’t go out of her way to give him a hard time. He had even thought she was kind of cute. But then he found out what her Patronus was, and that was the end of that. Slytherins. If it isn’t snakes, then it’s spiders. Ew.
I Had a Lot of Downtime at ECCC: Everything Else.
These are examples of the 4×6 sketch card commissions I offer at conventions. They are also for sale.
Nick Fury (Head of the Auror Office, Slytherin, former Quidditch captain & Beater; halfblood) gets things done, but he will get things done his own way. If your rules and guidelines hold him back, slow him down, or are otherwise just stupid, then he will elect to ignore them. In the end though, things get done. Just don’t ask why he doesn’t get a magical eye put in that empty socket of his; in that case, you’ll get a string of colorful profanities and something about how Mad-Eye was an idiot anyway.
Margaret “Peggy” Atwell nee Carter (Head of Gryffindor, Professor of Charms, former Chaser; halfblood) accepted a long time ago that Steve Rogers would probably never wake again, so when it actually happened, she had a hard time believing it. He does not recognize her though: her name is different than what he remembers, and she has grown so very, very old. Probably it’s for the best though, so she makes no effort to reveal herself. He is a student again, and she is his teacher. Again. It is all very nostalgic, but she’ll just keep the memories to herself.
This is my first major divergence from canon, MCU or otherwise, where Peggy remains unmarried. But I really needed a Gryffindor Head of House and this was a good way to do that while still postponing awkwardness with Steve until I have a better idea of what they’re doing in Captain America 2. Now, I just need a Hufflepuff Head of House. D;
I cannot find a good balance between photo ref and how I draw them otherwise.
Sometimes I get really self-conscious that I draw Loki and Thor way too similar to how I draw Zacchi and Niru, especially since I abuse the ever living crap out of duality motifs and diptych compositions for both. But probably there are a billion character pairs that fall into similar design foils? Thin/pointy/dark character VS broad-shouldered/round/light character.
Mehhh. I guess it is really unsurprising that my most persistent OCs are of the same/similar character archetypes I’m always drawn to anyway, both visually and thematically.
I’m gonna be participating in a gallery show whose theme is “comics,” so obviously this is an excuse to draw more Loki (and Thor, because I love diptychs).
Not too impressed with how these are turning out so far, but I am kind of grumpy today anyway, so who knows. Will probably be posting more frequent WIPs on Twitter for this pair, but will definitely compile them all here in the end, if nothing else.
Eric Selvig (Head of Ravenclaw, Professor of Astronomy; halfblood) is unabashedly enthusiastic about the things that interest him. He has no problem burying himself in studies and research for days and days without break, but teaching is a much more exhausting affair, especially when it comes to his own house. Of course Ravenclaw is filled with those who like to learn, but because they are such a learned lot, egos clash frequently and sometimes violently. Still, he likes to think the days his students find themselves awed by his teachings are worth the days Tony Stark somehow sets fire to Ravenclaw tower, the astronomy tower, or both.
Tony landed a bit harder than he intended and threw his broom roughly aside before turning to face the referee, who began shouting at him as soon as he was within earshot.
“Mr. Stark, you cannot just–”
Left is a scraped science bros comic I may rework later. Right is Clint/Nat Seeker shenanigans.
HELLO, all you new people that probably started following me because of HPvengers. :O I’m glad you’re enjoying my silly headcanons. I have a lot of ideas I want to and will doodle and share, but I’ll probably…make a point to spread them out a bit because I have a really bad habit of turning dumb for-fun things into overblown side projects, stressing myself out, and then hating it. :D
So in between subsequent HPvengers-related doodles, please be prepared for daily sketches that frequently contain OCs, various studies, speedpaints, and other such things. You can browse the archive for an idea of variety.
Betty Ross (Gryffindor, 5th Year; pureblood) is the quiet daughter of Thaddeus Ross, head of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad at the Ministry of Magic.
Darcy Lewis (Hufflepuff, 5th Year; halfblood), a prolific gossip, is the lead reporter of the Hogwarts student newspaper, The Golden Snitch.
“I just hope the Captain knows what he’s doing picking Murdock as the new Seeker. If we lose to Ravenclaw on Saturday, Tony will never shut up again.”
James Rhodes (Gryffindor, 5th Year, Keeper, prefect; halfblood) is a versatile fellow. He can be easygoing and he can be serious. Unfortunately, he is not especially persuasive, and all of his friends are idiots.
Sif (Gryffindor, 6th Year, Chaser, prefect; pureblood) seems to spend a lot of time trying to convince Thor that his brother is a little shit.
I’M NOT SORRY.
Maria Hill (Hufflepuff, 7th Year, Quidditch captain & Beater, head girl; halfblood) is so ready to graduate. She knows there’s a Hit Wizard position in the Magical Law Enforcement Squad just waiting for her, and as much as she loves Quidditch, she is pretty tired of dealing with the other players. (And who wouldn’t, with the Stark and Rogers butting heads every other game? Thank Merlin they aren’t in her house.)
Jasper Sitwell (Hufflepuff, 5th Year, Keeper, prefect; halfblood)
just wants senpai to notice him really wants to figure out where he belongs. He is pretty good at everything he does, but still no one seems to take him seriously.
Virginia “Pepper” Potts (Ravenclaw, 5th Year, prefect; halfblood) is frequently frustrated with her housemates. She’s glad Bruce has at least one friend, but wishes it didn’t have to be Tony, who is obviously a terrible influence for anyone, least of all someone as troubled as Bruce. She wishes Tony would act as smart as she knows he is. But mostly she just wishes people would stop expecting her to make up the house points that Tony ends up getting deducted from Ravenclaw every single day. She’s a prefect, sure, but she isn’t Tony’s keeper. Besides, Bruce is a prefect too!
Jane Foster (Ravenclaw, 5th Year; Muggle-born) is a classic sort of Ravenclaw, content behind her books and research and studies. She likes Astronomy the best, but is also fascinated by Ancient Runes and History of Magic. As one of her roommates, Jane often listens to Pepper’s problems and seeks casual advice from Darcy in Hufflepuff, and that’s usually how word of Stark’s exploits starts around the castle.
“Loki, our parents aren’t–”
“Your parents,” Loki snarled. “Face it, Odinson, you’re the only one here with a family.”
“No,” Clint said, looking at him, surprised. “I said we don’t have parents.”
“No one ever said anything about family,” Natasha agreed, also turning.
“We’re not staying here over Christmas because we don’t have families,” Steve said.
“We’re staying here because our families are here,” Bruce confirmed quietly.
“What these saps said,” Tony said with a shrug and another sip of wine.
“Come home for Christmas, brother,” Thor said. “Or don’t. But you have a family either way.”
Thor Odinson (Gryffindor, 6th Year, Beater; pureblood) is the son of long-time Minister of Magic and comes from a very old line of powerful, influential European wizards. He takes great pride in his heritage and traditional upbringing, but remains relatively humble and down-to-earth, if very out-of-touch with the Muggle culture well-known amongst his halfblood and Muggle-born peers. In addition to being physically intimidating, Thor’s raw magic is very powerful. Demonstrations of brute force come easily to him, but spells requiring finesse are more difficult. He is protective of his brother in regards to ostracization and mockery, but will not defend poor behaviour and instead, will feel it necessary to right Loki’s wrongs and apologize on his behalf.
Loki Odinson (Slytherin, 5th Year; Muggle-born) is the adopted son of the Minister. He is particularly talented at Charms, Potions, and DADA, looks down on basically everyone, and revels in positive attention, though he will never admit this. His raw magic is probably equal in strength to Thor’s, but he prefers to wield it more subtly, and the brute strength of his magic has never been tested.
In the summer before his fifth year, he overhears a conversation that leads him to guess at his true parentage. He confronts Odin about it, then essentially disowns himself from his family. Though Thor sometimes disproved of his pranks and though Loki hated all of Thor’s other friends, the brothers got along well until this discovery; after this, they have a falling out, and Loki prefers to ignore Thor and will deny that they are related, though he will not elaborate as to why.
Loki’s birth parents were notoriously violent, anti-Magic Muggles who worked vigilantly to expose and threaten the wizarding world. They led a huge fight against wizards with Muggle weapons which resulted in the deaths of dozens of innocents, wizard and Muggle alike. His birth mother was killed in the battle, but his father remains imprisoned at Azkaban. They have never met. Most teachers already know, but Thor is the only student who does (and has known all his life).
Steve Rogers (Gryffindor, 6th Year, Quidditch captain & Chaser, prefect; halfblood), as a sixth year student in the 1940’s, enlisted to fight in a wizarding war and gained superhuman strength and enhanced magic through a variety of experimental potions. These potions allowed him to help turn the tide on the war, but various side effects accumulated in Steve becoming comatose and physically frozen. He was stored at Hogwarts until a cure was concocted seventy years later.
He continues his studies now, but is confused and isolated in a world where just about everyone he’s ever known is dead. At least the portraits in the castle are familiar, even if the habits of the stairways seem to have changed.
Phil Coulson (Hufflepuff, 6th Year, prefect; Muggle-born) is unassuming and mild-mannered. He has average skills in most magical subjects, but learns quickly and remembers well. His favorite classes are DADA and History of Magic, and as an avid fan of Steve Rogers’ exploits and achievements in the war, Phil is somewhat awkward around the recently revived historical figure.
Natasha Romanoff (Slytherin, 5th Year, prefect, Seeker; pureblood) was raised in a Muggle orphanage after her parents are killed. Relatively adept at controlling her small bursts of magic at an early age, she was able to channel and magnify her abilities through simple sticks and ordinary objects like spoons and forks well before receiving her first wand. She wanted to keep the magic to herself and became skilled at lying to her caretakers. The other children caught on though and came to fear and hate her, frequently attacking her before she had a chance to concentrate on magic. As such, Natasha learned to fight back physically as well. At Hogwarts, Charms and DADA become her best subjects.
Clint Barton (Hufflepuff, 5th Year, Seeker; halfblood), along with his older brother, grew up in the same orphanage as Natasha after his parents are killed. His magic was unpredictable and mild as a child, but his heritage was never a mystery to him. Fascinated by Natasha’s ability, he made a point to protect her from the other kids when she became overwhelmed and got really good at hitting people in the head with rocks. At Hogwarts, in addition to being the best Hufflepuff Seeker in many, many years, Trasfiguration and Care of Magical Creatures are his best subjects.