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[thrythlind]

What's Happening Over There? Fan Art

Some pieces of fanart I commissioned from @art-the-f-up for my Jentry Chau vs the Underworld / K-Pop Demon Hunters fanfic.

Since the Ao3 preview is still not working:

What's Happening Over There?

Each of these are sort of bookend images.

Telling Huntrix she's an Urban Legend

Chapter 10

Huntrix had asked Jentry to do some research and study Rumi's marks since Jentry comes from a different mythology and set of magical rules and they thought her outside perspective would help understand them more. This was one of her first meetings with them after that... and where she let on that she's an urban legend and has a bit of a reputation.

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"Well, thank you for taking this seriously and continuing to look into it," Rumi said. "Is there anything we can do to help?"

"I might want to get more exposure to your sort of magic, but also... and this is a tangent, but I've been meaning to ask," Jentry said.

"Go ahead," Rumi said.

"How am I stuck being an urban legend because of something that happened when I was a child..." her energy slackened a bit as she added under her breath "...and then all the things after that..." Then her voice picked up energy again. "...and you three can punch a demon king in front of thousands and all the reports are about 'pyrotechnics accidents' and 'special effects'?"

"For one thing, you tell pretty much everyone just at the drop of a hat," Moonie noted.

Jentry turned to her exasperated. "Because as this point I'm fine with it. It's just been bugging me."

"Gwi-ma's demons mess with the mind," Rumi explained. "They'll remember us saving their lives, but they won't remember the demons exactly."

"And most people, including the people we save, will just assume they're exaggerating," Zoey said before changing her posture and imitating an enthusiastic fan, "Wow, Huntrix's music like literally saved my life, oh my god." She shrugged casually with a helpless smile. "Stuff like that."

"That was a big enough event that there's definitely people that saw everything and will remember it though," Rumi said.

"Hold on, you said you're an urban legend?" Mira asked.

Jentry's eyes rolled to the ceiling, "Demon girl of Riverfork."

Zoey's eyes widened, "Oh! There's so many videos about you. You have a subreddit and appear on all the American cryptid lists."

"Are the videos mostly by the same jittery middle-aged white guy?" Jentry asked, eyes narrowed.

"About a third of them," Zoey agreed. "He started going from conspiracy theory to hero worship at one point."

"Yeah, that hasn't been any less annoying," Jentry muttered.

First Interview as a public supernatural

Chapter 39

After the supernatural went public, Zoey decided to help Jentry get control of her image and shut down some of the people exploiting her legend for their profit. This led to Jentry's first public interview with Nerdist. For that she dressed up in the outfit she's wearing in some of the footage of her floating around the internet (including a wig instead of dying her hair back to white) and this is her getting her prepped for that.

Huntrix is going on the same stage immediately after Jentry is done.

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"This happened kind of fast," Jentry said, taking a breath.

She stood there in the same outfit as her profile picture and image, a pale-blonde wig worn almost perfectly over her brown hair thanks to Mira and the Huntrix costume department. Past a small army of crew members was a small set depicting a set of chairs and a small, aesthetically pleasing glass table in what was meant to look like an office room overlooking LA.

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Jentry nodded and set the phone back in her pocket as Mira looked her over one more time.

"Everything looks good," Mira said as she bent over looking at the shirt. "This has seen a bit of wear though."

"Yeah, I guess I'm going to have to get a replacement somehow," Jentry said. "I've worn it in a few fights."

Mira glanced aside as one of the crew started walking over looking over a clipboard as they came up to the group. She stepped aside and moved to stand with the rest of Huntrix. The crew person looked up and smiled. "Hey there, I'm Jack. I'm going to be managing the set today. Now do you have any questions about the process?"

"No," Jentry said. "I'll be fine."

Jentry in Therapy

Chapters 48 and 49

Explanation before the pictures this time.

At the end of the fic, I had Jentry start therapy for the various situations she'd faced since she was a child. I looked for a therapist in a pop culture urban fantasy and found Linda Martin from Lucifer. The end of chapter 48 is their first session and the beginning of chapter 49 is a session about four or five years later.

Jentry at age ~16-17 at Dr. Martin's Office

Jentry at age ~20-21 at Dr. Martin's Office

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Jentry sat in the middle of the couch, shoulders loose and open. Her black hair pinned back away from her face and draped down to her shoulders, a teal hair-extension forming a low ponytail down to her mid-back. She was wearing a long-sleeved silk shirt in tea green with pine green diagonal lines downward left to right and the black buttons fastened up to a high-neck collar and silk in forest green that held close to her body, but flared at her knees and ankles. Her three eyes were open with yellow irises. She wore subtle pale-green eyeshadow and light golden blush. She hadn't quite lost the baby fat yet, but she'd gained both height and breadth, hitting a balance that leaned heavily toward her mother's tall and slender build, but still touched by her father's broader shoulders and sturdier build.

"So, you have your degree," Linda said. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," Jentry said, smiling. "It's just a bachelor's. Stella's going on to law school now."

"Two bachelor's. And it's an accomplishment. You should feel proud."

"It's weird," Jentry said. "I thought this would feel like finishing something, but it feels more like I'm getting started."

"That's a common sentiment," The notebook was on the coffee table in front of her and she gestured casually toward Jentry. "And what are you getting started on?"

"For one thing," Jentry said, "I have the time to actually make the consultancy thing a real business instead of picking up the odd task from people who know me."

"On that note, you've had the money to pay your tuition without needing to do any work," Linda pointed out. "But you ended up paying for everything from those 'odd tasks' you mentioned. Was there a particular reason for that?"

Jentry shrugged and thought about it. "It felt better to earn it. I didn't want a scholarship when I already had the money and I didn't want to just sit around and be the idle trust fund kid."

[corvidae-corvus]

For @cyptids-in-my-basement <3

I drew for another fanfic :D

I want this fanfic injected into my veins. I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!! I have so many fanfics I want to draw and am in the middle of drawing I finally finished some! Also I finally used a reference for the second photo. References saving my life fr.

I wanted to color the second one but I didn't realize I was on the back of the first one so...there it is. Also yes I draw traditionally I can't draw digitally to save my life. I am trying though...also you can easily tell I messed up the mask in the second photo...ignore it please. Just imagine the mask isn't black.

Also for the iron Spider Suit, I just imagine the classic red and gold one. I think it looks better than the MCU version. So I just used the comic one instead. It looks more futuristic in my mind

Of course I had to add some of my theories here >:) Dick and Peter look a bit alike y'know....>;)))

(THEY ARE FATHER AND SO- *GUNSHOTS*)

AND a bit of Peter x Duke :3 They're so cute (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

@cyptids-in-my-basement I LOVE YOUR FIIICCC!! I hope you enjoy my fanart, I enjoyed drawing it! (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

[abnormalityrobot]

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[neonnewsfeed]

DC x DP Crossover | Spirit Guardian AU

Ben Doyle never really let go of his fascination with the occult.

And honestly? He’s starting to think his boyfriend’s boss doesn’t do nearly enough to make sure the team comes back alive from their so-called “field trips.”

(Trips. Sure. Let’s not pretend they aren’t missions.)

Ben is so tired of watching Ty Morgan drag himself home covered in bruises, blood, and “just-fell-down-the-stairs” excuses.

So Ben does what any totally rational college student with a minor in paranormal studies would do— he summons a protection spirit.

Something to keep Ty safe when he refuses to keep himself that way.

He draws the circle, lights the candles, and chants the old words. It works. Sort of.

Because somewhere across the veil, Danny Nightshade was just eating cereal in peace— and suddenly, he’s standing in his underwear in a stranger’s living room, surrounded by candles, while some blond guy frantically waves a glowing contract at him.

Danny blinks. “Uh… is this a job interview?”

Ben Doyle

[dynamo300]

Heya! Ever wondered what would happen if Serial Designation N and SCP-1471-a met? No? Too bad!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81683341

Here it is :D

Hey @fandom-hopping, @unknownech0! Told 'ya you'd get pinged with this ;)

[noobiestnoober]

Truth or Dare: The Mikaelson Invasion (Sequel to “Truth or Dare Gone Wrong”)

Here's the official sequel to Truth or Dare Gone Wrong, where Klaus Mikaelson and Co., crashes the next game night—and brings all his chaos with him.

Three days had passed since the truth-or-dare spell incident. Three long days where Damon still refused to look at his reflection for too long, and Stefan pretended he hadn’t recited rhyming couplets for hours on end. You, on the other hand, had finally stopped glowing—but not before Caroline teased you into wearing sunglasses indoors. No one had dared say the words “truth” or “dare” out loud since. It was an unspoken pact, one rooted in the shared trauma of enchanted glitter, magical hiccups, and the sheer audacity of Stefan reciting his own Shakespearean tragedy as narration to everyone’s suffering.

So when the doorbell rang that evening, you were expecting pizza. Something simple. Comforting. Absolutely, undeniably non-magical.

Instead, when you opened the door, you were greeted by Klaus Mikaelson standing on the porch, looking far too smug for someone who hadn’t been invited. He was dressed in dark grey and black, casual but effortlessly intimidating. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his coat, and his smile was the kind that usually preceded terrible ideas.

"Hello, love," he said smoothly, eyes scanning the interior of the Salvatore house behind you. "Word reached me that Mystic Falls had itself a rather... colorful game night. Pink-haired Damon. Rhyming Stefan. And you—glowing like a Christmas angel. Must’ve been a good time."

You narrowed your eyes and crossed your arms. "It wasn’t a good time. It was a near-apocalyptic event in a cozy sweater. And how exactly did you find out?"

He stepped forward just slightly, enough for you to catch a hint of whatever expensive cologne he was wearing—a mix of spice and arrogance. "Damon sent a picture. And a voice message. It was mostly swearing, but the hair really told the story."

You tried to close the door on him, but Klaus, being Klaus, stopped it with a single finger, still smiling as if this were all a charming misunderstanding.

"Don’t be like that," he said. "I brought reinforcements."

The words hadn’t even settled before Rebekah strolled into view behind him, arms laden with wine and something suspiciously like playing cards. She looked far too pleased for someone crashing an evening uninvited. Kol wasn’t far behind, sipping something amber from a crystal glass he definitely hadn’t poured inside his own home.

You sighed. Deeply. From the soul.

"You’re not really planning to crash game night, are you?"

Kol shrugged with a grin. "We heard there were spells, psychological warfare, and bodily transformations. Of course we came."

Inside, Damon must have caught the drift, because he stormed toward the door from the hallway, his hair still faintly pink in the overhead light despite Bonnie’s attempt to fix it the night before. The color had faded to more of a soft rose gold, but the trauma was eternal.

"Absolutely not," he said before anyone else could speak. "There is no way I'm letting glitter-hiccups over there turn this into a circus. Again."

Klaus, with a faux-innocent blink, said, "Damon, I’m hurt. I didn’t even bring Hope this time."

Caroline appeared a moment later, eyebrows lifting in perfect sync as she took in the Originals like unwelcome party guests. Her gaze landed on Klaus for an extra beat, then flicked away.

Elena, behind her, looked wary. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

"No, it's not," Bonnie added from the doorway to the kitchen, holding a bowl of popcorn like it was a defensive weapon. "And I'm not fixing anyone’s magic-induced wardrobe malfunctions tonight. That spell was a one-time deal."

But despite the warnings and the sighs and the collective sense of déjà vu, somehow, once again, everyone found themselves gathered in the Salvatore living room. The coffee table had been cleared, the cushions rearranged into a casual circle, and the dreaded bottle placed in the center like a cursed relic that had never once brought joy to anyone.

Rebekah uncorked the wine.

Kol spun the bottle first.

The game had begun.

The first few rounds were manageable, in the way that any situation involving the Mikaelsons could be considered manageable. Elena was dared to swap phones with Damon for five minutes, resulting in a tense silence as she scrolled and then announced loudly that she would never be the same. Damon turned to Bonnie and muttered something about encryption spells and memory loss potions. Bonnie refused.

Caroline, visibly regretting staying, dared Rebekah to sing the Mystic Falls High cheer in full. Rebekah complied—but only after compelling the stereo to play a background beat and forcing Stefan to beatbox. His beatboxing was, unfortunately, better than anyone expected. That somehow made it worse.

When the bottle landed on Klaus, he leaned forward, elbow resting on one bent knee, his voice slow and deliberate. “Truth.”

Kol grinned immediately, sensing an opportunity to stir the pot. “Is it true that you once enchanted your own reflection to wink back at you in every mirror?”

Klaus barely blinked. “Only when I was feeling dramatic.”

That somehow broke the room into low, hesitant laughter. You watched him closely, unsure what his angle was. He didn’t just come to tease Damon. Klaus never did anything without some deeper motive.

Eventually, the bottle pointed at you. You stared at it like it had betrayed you personally.

Klaus smirked. "Truth or dare, love?"

Everyone watched. You hesitated for only a second too long.

"Dare," you said finally, because pride was a dangerous thing.

The smile that curled on Klaus’ lips was both charming and menacing. "Let Bonnie cast a spell on me. Anything she likes."

You blinked. “Wait. That’s a dare for me?”

He tilted his head. “You dared me last time, didn’t you? I’m only returning the favor.”

Bonnie looked between you and Klaus warily. “You sure about this?”

He nodded. “Completely.”

There was a beat of tense silence as Bonnie stood. Her fingers flexed, magic already humming in the air around her. She didn’t speak the spell aloud this time—she simply moved her hands in a smooth arc, whispered something too soft for anyone else to hear, and let the magic slip into place.

At first, nothing happened. Then Klaus sneezed. And again. On the third sneeze, a puff of shimmering pink glitter burst from his mouth and floated lazily to the floor. Rebekah covered her mouth with both hands. Kol was on the floor, laughing so hard he nearly spilled his drink.

Stefan leaned forward, eyes wide. "Was that—"

“Glitter,” Bonnie confirmed. “Every time he lies. Or gets annoyed.”

“Which is always,” Damon said, practically gleeful.

Klaus narrowed his eyes and sneezed again, the glitter now catching in his lashes. You tried not to laugh, but it was a losing battle. Caroline gave up entirely and started filming with her phone. Elena didn’t even bother hiding her amusement.

Klaus looked at you, eyes still glittering, and said flatly, “This isn’t over.”

You smiled. “That wasn’t a lie. No glitter.”

He sneezed again. A lot of glitter.

“I stand corrected,” you said.

And Klaus, sneezing, sparkling, and still somehow managing to look vaguely threatening, glared at the lot of you as Kol clapped him on the back, laughing too hard to breathe.

Somewhere deep down, you knew this wouldn’t be the last of it. But for tonight? You’d take the win