#all burnt up

[chloesimaginationthings]

Burntrap thought him and Vanny were FNAF homies

[egophiliac]

bring your son to work day

[lilybug-02]

Eimmet High...temmiE high. OMG!

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Next update may take...much longer! I have finals and an internship and not to mention I have to draw- A LOT :')

[welcometogrouchland]

ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)

[devilsmamba]

"It's not Gore!"

[te4k3ttle]

Dr ms momma Bosco dump

[premamelody]

like theyre like siblings part 2 for me

explaination or smth

[gbirrd]

DUN-DUH-DUH-DUUUUHN!

suprise! i've been working as part of ANOTHER Bang! I paired up once again with the delightful @englandamericaitaly to create this piece for their fic as part of the @dpxdcbigbang !

you can read their fic here- a really fun read, and of course I drew the scene with my boy Duke. we gotta step up folks! not enough art of this weird little daylight-loving freak out here!

Image ID:

A drawing of a very dark train tunnel, with a rail track stretching down from the top towards the bottom of the image. At the top of the piece near the back of the tunnel is Duke Thomas in his Signal armour, giving off a strong yellow glow as he is crouched over Clayface, arm raised in a fist to punch him as his head is raised to look up with glowing eyes. Clayface's hand is wrapped around Duke trying to pull him off. At the bottom of the page near the front of the tracks, Jazz Fenton stands facing Duke with a faint green glow. Three shadowy figures stand behind her. In the top right corner there is a close-up panel of Jazz's eyes, in all green, and mirroring it in the bottom left are Duke's eyes in all yellow.

[chalkrub]

unholy night!!

[character-obsessed-fem]

im not sure if going to the theaters to see this film is the best idea.

(i will NOT shut up)

[valentimmy]

finished the sunburnt sephiroth doodles months later

[gunstellations]

rough days

[fraudulent-cheese]

[starry-miki]

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE 🎉🎉

and since 2024 is finally over I would like to start a tradition of show casing everything I learned over the year into one big project (2024 final project) and to release some No longer WIPS from 2024!

More info below!

Oh you thought you would see something cool? YOU WOULD BE WRONG MY 2024 PROJECT NONEXISTENT BECAUSE I DIDNT LEARN SQUAT SO MAYBE THIS 100 ACCURATE (I did have a 2024 project going but p r o c r e a t e….) here is a single screenshot left from the project ;-;

(But don’t worry I suffer my divine punishment from procreate :P)

BUT I CAN STILL SHOWCASE MY 2024 NO LONGER WIPS

⭐️ Up Next! ⭐️

-Raphael and Mephistopheles Animal design (moneki model only)

-fruit based ft. Simeon, barbs, and old man (sketch)

-Chibi style MC readying story to brothers (sketch)

-Santa Old Man sticky note design (flat color??)

-Old man under a Wisteria Tree (sketch)

AND IM DRAG SOME OTHER PEOPLE ALONG WITH ME (of course with no pressure lmao) >:D

@ephie-om @satangcrush @arrowmance @nevvn @once-in-a-blood-moon @sane-omblog @susujelly @rubird--playsotome @avirtualdrive @aspiringtrashpanda @shootingstarrfish @afraidofbee @zuzuzolsstuff @sheepthatgobaa @an1ika @lonely-north-star @another-lost-mc

Im sneak in @cnl0400 I wanna see some of your wips I know you don’t really post often of your works but I still wanna see what you are willing to show 👀💕

OR 🫵YOU! YES YOU🫵 WHO IS READING THIS AND NOT MENTIONED I WANNA SEE YOUR 2024 NO LONGER WIPS TOO OR ANY WIPS IN GENERAL! >:D

(but do tag I wanna see too also feel free to tag other people as well 👀)

BUT LETS TRY TO MAKE 2025 A BETTER YEAR >:D 💕💕

[feroluce]

For me, as much as I adore the theme of travel companions, henghill is more of a "someday" thing in that regard. I love Boothill being a weird loner Galaxy Ranger rather than a Nameless- man is undomesticated and belongs sleeping in the cargo holds of supply ships, threatening silence out of anyone that tries to report him. Let him be wild and free!!

I would LOVE it if Boothill just hitched a short ride off Asdana to whatever the Express' next destination is, though!

Like maybe the Express decides to stick around Penacony for a while, the same way they do other destinations, and Boothill is there anyway to investigate Oswaldo Schneider. It's rare to find a planet where the IPC is present, but doesn't actually have a lot of power; he can't pass this opportunity up!

And in that time, he sees a lot of Dan Heng.

Boothill gets text messages asking him to the quieter parts of the Dreamscape (he threatened and made a scene - it's called standing up for your rights, Dan Heng was given a room with a Dreampool by The Family for helping root out The Order) or mostly to the Express, where Dan Heng curiously asks him about Paths, about aeons and Emanators, The Rangers, all the worlds he's seen and places he's been.

Boothill isn't really surprised the first time they spend an entire night talking and discussing- after all, they'd chattered a lot that first day they met at the bar in the Reverie! But in talking so much, of course the topic of home comes up.

Dan Heng asks about Boothill’s homeworld.

Boothill tells Dan Heng it's gone now, and changes the subject.

Boothill asks about Dan Heng's past, before the Astral Express and the Nameless.

Dan Heng freezes up and closes off, and changes the subject.

In yet another moment of tacit understanding, neither of them ask again.

But this continues, all throughout their stint in Penacony, finding each other and seeking the other out for no reason other than good company. Dan Heng adds ridiculous amounts of data to the archives that Boothill dictates to him. They both know he could get that information elsewhere if he really wanted. Boothill finds he's kinda happy he doesn't.

And Boothill is someone who's hard to keep up with. He knows he is, and he has no problem with it. It's part of what makes him excel as a Galaxy Ranger. But there's something fun about how Dan Heng just rolls with it, and so effortlessly! Boothill finds something shady going on, grabs a guy who was preying on people, and has this dude held up by the collar with his feet swinging while he cackles right in his face, when Dan Heng shows up.

Boothill says they're just having a friendly chat. He makes zero effort to hide what he's actually doing. Boothill's new friend pleads for Dan Heng to help him, please! This guy's crazy!

Dan Heng materializes his spear.

The guy apologizes even harder, tells them he won't do anything shady ever again, promise, promise! Boothill's jabbers at him and shakes him around some more before Dan Heng taps the pole of his spear against the covered metal of Boothill's leg and tells him come on, he's already scared the man witless, they have a date to keep. Boothill drops the guy and watches him scurry off like a cockroach.

"So, now it's a date, huh?"

"...Come on, let's go."

They go to the Dreamflux Reef after that, because Boothill just so happened to totally by coincidence find that shady guy's wallet (read: robbed him blind) and he wants that money to go back to the native Penaconians before anyone else. Dan Heng follows, and stuffs all of the man's credits into the tip jar of the bar they go to.

And even when the Express embarks anew from Asdana (with Boothill hidden away in some corner or compartment, because the IPC finally got pissed enough to start looking for him under The Family's noses skzikske) this continues. The next planet is difficult to get to because of Stellaron activity; so they have to fly manually part of the way instead of warping. Boothill doesn't get his own room since he's only hitching a ride, but Pom-Pom graciously allows him to sleep on a couch-

("Thank ya, Fluffy. No hard feelings about before, right?" "You're lucky my other passengers like you. And no shoes on the couches!!")

-in one of the cars. And it becomes normal commonplace to find Boothill telling stories, and Dan Heng rapidly writing them all down, at obscene hours in the parlor car while Himeko and Welt ask if either of them even slept.

Boothill teaches Dan Heng all about his favorite drinks and liquor in general, how to aim and shoot a gun, how to hunt and track prey. Dan Heng teaches Boothill about a lot of the teachings of Lan and The Hunt from the Xianzhou, what it's like there, some of the culture, some of the fables and old tales.

Boothill still leaves when it's time to go. He's still got things to do and people to kill, after all.

But it never feels like he's very far. The archives are full of him, even if he's never mentioned by name. The article on the Galaxy Rangers is several times longer than it was before. There's new data on multiple planets and worlds.

There's one that's still just a header and title. Boothill doesn't know about it yet. Dan Heng hopes he can fill the page on Aeragan-Epharshel someday and show it to him.

And even if he doesn't stay, he does return. Boothill breaks in stops by any time he happens to be nearby. He's used to traveling without much rest, and only takes what he can easily carry on him- nothing that can slow him down or hinder him. He can't put a bullet between Oswaldo Schneider's eyes if he gets himself killed over something as stupid as being weighed down in a fight, after all.

Dan Heng is similarly sparse. He still sleeps in the archives, with nothing but his futon and old suitcase to mark the space as his.

But there's an old wooden guitar carefully propped in the corner, just waiting for its owner's return.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 6 - Burn

@jegulus-microfic November 6, Word count 324

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James woke up the next morning with the same smile on his face as he’d gone to bed with. Regulus liked him, like really liked him. They’d spent a wonderful evening together. It was relaxed and there wasn’t any pressure on them, so Regulus had been mostly relaxed. 

James got out of bed. He’d found that Regulus, like his brother, would sleep in at any chance he got. James, on the other hand, was an early riser and would only stay in bed on very special occasions. 

He had a quick shower, grateful that the bathroom was connected to his wall and not Regulus’s, so he didn’t wake him. He dressed and went into the kitchen to start on breakfast. 

He decided to keep it simple. He wasn’t a bad cook, but it was a bit hit-and-miss whether or not he’d burn something. 

He’d just popped the toast into the toaster when he saw a flash of creamy skin rushing past the kitchen door as Regulus went to use the bathroom. 

“Morning, love. Breakfast is nearly ready!” James called out as he flipped the bacon one last time and began to plate up. 

Regulus walked into the kitchen, sniffing the air appreciatively. Then his nose wrinkled in the cutest way James had ever seen. 

“Is something burning?” He asked, sniffing the air again. James looked around confused, everything was on the plates, apart from…

“TOAST!!!” He cried, diving for the toaster and ejecting the blackened toast. “Damn it, Sirius!” He cursed as he turned the dial down and put in fresh pieces of bread. He turned back to Regulus and put a wide smile on his face. “Go sit down, love. I’ll bring everything through,”

“Okay,” Regulus smiled sweetly at him before taking a step towards him and pressing a light kiss on his cheek. James watched as Regulus’s face turned from porcelain to a deep red. It was one of James’s favourite things. 

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