#I’m not re tagging

[myunsaidtruths]

@the-girl-and-her-stars

[daeyumi]

i love it when ppl put kirby into desserts

[tomatoart]

doodle page who cheered

[booplesnotts-art]

A very spooky housekeeper

(I think that if the villagers get to have guns, so should Lucille and she’d use the FUCK out of it)

Lucille is a housekeeper at Castle Dimitrescu but she does a little more than just housekeeping. ‘Cleanup duty’ is what she calls it.

The cleanup duty in question:

She probably dismembers victims she’s dragged into the basement to be made into meals for the Dimitrescu’s because she just enjoys it— quiet time !!😌. She also likes to get some of the maids killed and used for experiments, just because it’s entertaining to her; she’s silly like that.

Real talk, though: Lucille is cold, cruel, and very manipulative; she lacks any sort of empathy and compassion for others and she uses them for her own personal gain/enjoyment. Just quirky !!

Side note; she has a gun because she uses it more in her original lore/my story, but I also imagine she shoots the samcǎ down from the rooftops when they’re just being annoying lol (cause they piss me tf off in the game). She’s a good markswoman, but in the re universe, she likes to use an axe (cause I think that would be neat and I wanna draw that)

[sforzesco]

oh, you know

Plutarch, Brutus 7 (trans. Ian Scott-Kilvert)

this is an older rough comic from my WIP folder I had been planning on redoing from scratch, however I was re reading Plutarch's Brutus (as one does) and came across this line and decided to hit post because it'll be awhile before I can get around to doing a finished version of it, but I have thoughts about Brutus (derogatory) right now

[catsoupki]

你留下的遺憾 / destruction in your wake (bakugou x reader)

Summary: you wonder whether bakugou remembers you: a girl from his distant past; something he’s left behind. you think he’s forgotten all of your touch and the smell of your hair, but to him, you’re still leaving traces on him, and he’ll never escape

Warnings: just kinda angsty actually, the reader is said to have a chronic illness, didn’t specify what tho, wasn’t expecting to post this so sorry for the lack of capitalisation!

wc: 700

now, at twenty five, you see the ghost of your past haunting you. when you pass by the sandbox, you hear the blooming noises of explosions. you hear the stifling tears from fighting bullies and you smell the stench of nitroglycerin. the last time you had seen katsuki bakugou was this morning, when you were making breakfast in your kitchenette with the television turned on. the bleed of morning sun flutters into your studio apartment, inundating your belongings with warmth. the news channel broadcasted an accident from a previous night, in which pro hero dynamight was able to catch and arrest two villains by himself during his night patrol, but still left destruction in his wake.

it’s the collapse of scaffolding, the uprooting of walkways, with soot and burn scars scalded into the walls of concrete. it’s the name of your childhood love plastered over every single surface that exists.

the last time you had seen katsuki bakugou, you were fifteen. wearing a graduation cap too heavy for your dipped head, donning a robe too large for your then small and sickly thin body.

katsuki bakugou had looked at you with something in the guise of disgust. head held high with a kind of dignity you’re unfamiliar with, the dignity that comes with being the best at what you do, the dignity that encompasses his self-assurance. or perhaps it was betrayal, a shattering unbeknownst to you.

a dream too good to be true— two tickets that would allow you to step foot into the heroes’ world, only to have one fall short, in the name of illness.

he had never visited you during your chronic stay at the hospital. but at twenty five, perhaps now you recall the nameless cards that were littered onto your bed-side table before you had even awoken, at the glimpse of dawn.

a promise broken by betrayal— he looks at you, from a pedestal unto the commoners, he looks at you with his head tilted high and leaned back, as if he’s too afraid to get too close. maybe he is. he was never good at deceiving you.

since the day of your graduation, you see the ghost of your past everywhere. when you walk past the convenience store on the way to work, only to be greeted by the face of dynamight on the package of onigiris. and when you go shopping with friends, you'll be reminded of his face on the commercial district billboard for calvin klein.

he is everything you’re not, and likewise, vice versa. you’re everything he’s not. your contact is left to collect dust in his phone but he’s sure you would’ve forgotten him by now. it’s the doing of his teenage self, to push you and your illness away until you recover, until you move on with life, onto normalcy. you won’t ever realise the years that he had used his birthday wishes and new years fortune to pray for your recovery. for you to make it out of the hospital, alive and well, because what is there to being a hero if not for you? what is there to protect when you’re not even there?

but he also won’t ever know the times you’ve knelt in front of the television in your childhood home, when you were sixteen, bowing your head and praying to god that even if he doesn’t show you mercy, he should at least use that to keep bakugou safe, alive and well.

it’s been over a decade. the last time he saw you, you had pale cheeks and barely made it to the graduation ceremony without fainting. your body was sticks and bones, remnants of an unhealed sickness that stole your dreams away.

he sees you now in the flowers he receives. he sees you in the eyes of students in the schools that he gives talks at. a childlike wonder that never got to grow up, a kindness that was killed over and over again until you became a tinder without a fire.

he tells himself: he’s moved on. and perhaps except for izuku, no one will ever notice just how ugly the scar on his heart is. you’re no hero, you’re no villain, you’re something of the in-between, but still, you leave destruction in your wake.

[azrail-has-a-vendetta]

Dick: you’re scamming him?

Jason: I was thinking more like flat-out stealing from him.

Dick: What? No way.

Tim: Why not? We already stole Damian.

Damian: hey, guys.

Dick: No we didn’t. Damian is his own person. He can do whatever he wants.

Damian: I want to steal.

Dick: [Gasps]

has this been done yet?

[puppppppppy]

Macaque possessing MK privileges

@chipper-smol IM STILL ADDING ON TO IT GIMME A MIN

[wishchip106]

i’m slowly making my way through reign of x atm and its like the comics are just remembering they need to feed me or something every now and then

i need more of my favorite bald guy 😭

i can accept magneto every so often BUT ITS NOT ENOUGH EUGHH

[wisecrackingeric-2]

So…… we were all thinking the same thing when we saw THAT dance scene right. Right.

[ghost-bxrd]

Y’know sometimes I’ll get a painful/rude comment on a fic and it makes me sad for all of two minutes until I make myself look at all the positive feedback and remember that there’s equally, if not more, people who enjoyed reading it 💚💚💚💚

[formulapisces]

reblog or <horrific thing will happen to parent>

reblog to get <specific amount of money>

reblog for <luck and something about a crush>

reblog if you aren’t <racist, homophobic, etc>

reblog or else <terrible tragedy happens>

reblog if you care about <obviously a good cause but is baiting you to look like a horrible person if you don’t reblog it>

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[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

Caitlyn literally went to war for the cooch. Caitlyn LOST AN EYE FOR THE COOCH. She set the bar imo.

[cada4us]

animal lover carlos

[caterpillarinacave]

Night At the Museum (1) as pictures I found on Pinterest (Part 1):

The miniatures:

Ahkmenrah in his exhibit (he has been trapped there for 54 years):

POV you just woke up from a little nap at your new job as a museum night guard and the T-Rex skeleton is not on its pedestal:

Larry @ everyone in his life:

The Neanderthals:

Cecil @ Larry when calls for help (he is literally being attacked by a dinosaur):

Basically all the exhibits @ Larry for the first few nights:

Everyone @ Jedediah and Octavius:

Gus:

Teddy watching Larry give his speech to the museum:

Sacagawea watching everyone do dumb shit from inside her exhibit:

Nicky watching his dad try to wake up a T-Rex skeleton when Cecil’s stolen the tablet:

Dexter:

Larry explaining why he’s good at his job:

[snowangeldotmp3]

feel free to specify in the tags where you are from along with yes or no !!