#black scramble

[digi-lov]

Red Scramble LM-027, Blue Scramble LM-028, Yellow Scramble LM-029, Green Scramble LM-030, Black Scramble LM-031, and Purple Scramble LM-032 by YAMURETSU from Digimon Card Game Special Limited Set [E] / LM-03: Limited Card Set 2024 [J]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

If I was in a lucid dream with a ghost, I would simply impress them with my blunt rolling skills

[adharastarlight]

Reg: excuse you, I'm very normal.

Sirius: when did that happen?

Reg: you know what, fuck you.

Sirius: see reggie, it's not normal to be so aggres-

Reg starts cursing him in multiple ancient langauges

James: *heart eyes*

[softcryz]

RAIN WORLD ART MONTH ;; LEVIATHAN

So remember when I said I should draw all of The Detorrents for Leviathan day? Well. I DID

...I DREW THEM REALLY SCRUNCHED AND SMALL BUT I STILL DID IT!! Depending on your time zone this is probably late (I also got these done a while ago-- Tumblr is just being weird?) but surely you can understand . I had to draw eight of these fuckers

I HOPE THESE ARE ALRIGHT!! Hope y'all enjoy seeing all eight big guys

[daily-deliciousness]

Breakfast burrito

[vikary401]

i love thinking about aus so much you cant even imagine

anyway here is some kind of demonic au we created with besties (we call it witchy sitcom) where some mugiwaras are, shockingly, witches and some are demons they summoned

i hope i will infodump about it later cause i enjoy some of concepts we used, but. well. im always head over heels about zosan so here they are

when they got over 'I Was Trying To Summon Hot Demonic Lady And Not Some Braindead Green Moron' thing they found out they are actually great fighting partners mostly because sanji is the only man who can handle zoro's bloodlust during battles

good for them

[chrliekclly]

omg just asked about the dept you work in on sunny and then processed ur about info after i sent the ask, what do you do in cam? so awesome you work on set i love film/tv and the making of and also sunny is my fav show

in simpler terms:

[eggwishing]

tiger den wipppp.. our design teacher is finally letting us use color…. :]

[icewindandboringhorror]

What would you choose? :0c

(note: original image is from HERE (link) - but I edited it to add a wider variety of options.. also added $3 extra to the total, even though I know that makes it more uneven lol, I thought if you're adding 10 whole extra items, the money to spend should at least be increased slightly, if that makes sense..)

[chrissy-kaos]

Overcome and completely silent now..

[kismetconstellations]

@sockdooe, This is the full original image:

According to the Tumblr post I originally snagged it from, it's an early piece of promotional artwork, meant to depict Keith as the series's central character. Shiro is shoved into the background, presumably to illustrate that he was intended to fulfill a Doomed Mentor role.

[pokemon-cards-hourly]

[deathnguts]

@bartylusmicrofic

Prompt 5: joint

(Sorry this is late)

CW: minors doing and selling drugs (just weed, which was not legal in Scotland in the 70s, but cmon it’s just weed), brief mention of domestic abuse (just a joke about Barty’s shitty dad)

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Barty never really cared about the stigma surrounding non-muggleborn wizards being involved with muggle shit. If muggles made something he wanted, he’d take it. Who the fuck cared who made it? He smoked muggle cigarettes, lit them with muggle lighters, listened to muggle music, and dressed like a muggle punk. Who was gonna stop him?

But what he hadn’t done (yet) was muggle drugs. He honestly hadn’t even thought about it until he found out that the hufflepuff Evan liked so much was selling muggle shit.

So Barty, being the open minded connoisseur that he is, bothered Evan to get him some until he got annoyed enough to do it.

Barty was waiting on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He decided he regretted not going with Evan because having nothing to do but wait was so much worse than having to witness Evan flirt with a guy who probably didn’t even know boys could kiss other boys. But he didn’t have to wait much longer after that thought before Evan strolled into the room and threw a small bag, filled with something that looked like moss, onto his chest with a little too much force to be friendly.

“Woah, no need to get violent, Rosie.” Barty whined as he sat up, watching the little bag slide down into his lap.

Evan scoffed and rolled his eyes, “you can take being beat by your dad, you can take a bag of grass.”

Judging by how sunny Evan was being, Barty figured the flirting had gone very well. But Evan had bought him drugs so he would be quiet today. How sweet of a friend he was.

“Where’s Reg?” Evan asked over his shoulder as he flopped on his back onto Regulus’ empty bed.

“Where do you think?” Barty answered with his own eye roll as he opened the little bag. Regulus could be found in one of two places during his entire stay at Hogwarts, and that was the dorm and the library. It was a little different now that he had prefect duties, but not really.

A smell that Barty had never smelled anything like before wafted from the bag and he had to resist the urge to cough with how it settled in his throat. He’d smoked before, he shouldn’t cough over a sniff of… whatever this was.

“You don’t snort it, idiot.” Evan called.

“I wasn’t, idiot.”

“Well then what were you gonna do, idiot?”

Barty decided to be quiet then, on his own volition and not at all because he couldn’t answer.

Evan chuckled like the bastard he was and rolled over on his stomach to face Barty. “Alright, gimme the bag and a book you don’t care about.”

“… what the fuck did you two do?” Regulus grumbled, tucking his nose under his sleeve to hide it from the offending scent choking up their dorm.

Barty, honest to Circe, could not find it in his muddled brain to answer.

“Just some down time, Reg,” Evan answered for him. He seemed to be handling the smoke a lot better than Barty, considering he could talk all and good despite currently smoking even more than Barty had.

Barty watched Regulus sigh and drop his bag at the foot of his bed, next to Evan’s feet. “You’re on my bed.”

“Uh-huh.” Evan hummed as he took another drag.

“Move, you high bastard.”

“Go lay with Barty. Look how lonely he is.” And then they were both looking over at him and he couldn’t control his face enough to stop staring back. Had he actually blinked in a while? Now that he was thinking about it, he didn’t think so… woah.

“How much did you give him?” Regulus asked as he slipped his fingers into Barty’s hair. When had he gotten close enough to do that? Meh, whatever. Barty wasn’t gonna complain, so he just leaned into the welcome touch. Barty couldn’t help the smile that painted on his face when he nuzzled into Regulus’ hand. He didn’t remember closing his eyes but he was vaguely aware that the only sense that was working was his sense of touch. And hearing. Kind of. Was he underwater?

“I didn’t feed it to him by the spoonful, Reg. He took what he wanted.”

“And that’s unusual?”

“See? You’re catching up.”

“Shut up.”

Barty frowned when Regulus’ hand suddenly disappeared from his hair. Where was he going?

Regulus was chuckling, “oh, calm down.” He grumbled in his own, loving, way “Merlin, don’t pout.”

Regulus’ hand was cupping Barty’s chin and his thumb was running over Barty’s lip ring. If he was pouting before, he certainly wasn’t now.

“He’s on another plane right now, Reggie.” Evan muttered as he took yet another hit.

“You’re on the way.”

“Here’s to hoping.”

There was some shuffling on the bed and when Barty opened his eyes his head was propped onto Regulus’ lap like the world’s greatest pillow. His delicate fingers were combing back through Barty’s hair but Barty wasn’t focused on that anymore. How could he be focused on anything else when he was looking up at his beautiful boyfriend’s beautiful face? Regulus was still talking to Evan but Barty couldn’t hear them. Regulus was so beautiful.

His lips were pink and perfect and Barty knew they were soft. He liked watching them move when he talked. His nose was arched like a Greek god and Barty would offer as many hecatombs as he could if Regulus asked. He had a million moles dotting his milky skin like his own inverse galaxy. BARTY didn’t care much about astrology, but he would if it was about this sky. His eyes were a cold, icy gray that swam with the softest blue. Barty wasn’t an empty headed, drooling flirt or anything, but he could honestly stare into Regulus’ eyes forever and be completely content until he dropped dead and blind. In fact…

He sat up and nudged Regulus to lay back so he could rest his chin on Regulus’ chest and get a better look.

“Oh Salazar.” Piped up Evan with a rumbling laugh deep from his chest. But Barty wasn’t listening because Regulus was laughing too and Barty felt his heart singing in his chest.

“Barty, what-“ he was interrupted by his own giggles. “What are you doing?”

Regulus’ smile was wonderful. The real one. The tight, knowing one that he showed everyone outside his four walls was certainly hot, but he beloved the real thing more. It was private, just for him and those close to his heart, and it was perfect. It bled flush into his cheeks and spread his perfect lips enough that he actually showed his teeth. He was always so careful to hide his teeth, just because he viewed the gap he had between them as unsavory. He thought they were to be hidden. He thought a lot of himself was to be hidden.

Well, more for Barty.

“Looking at you.” He answered far too late with a smile he knew was far too dopey.

Regulus’ laughter continued to shake through his chest while Barty continued to gaze at his beauty like a lovesick puppy. It was nice staring at Regulus when his head was all fuzzy. It felt like Regulus was the only thing he could see.

He liked that. He liked that a lot.

[sunnymainecoon]

Sometimes, every second bluemoon I hear someone complain about the bad Sanses being named the bad Sanses. Which... is completely understandable. All we're defining them as is bad, no matter the interpretation, and it's a pathetic name really.... but I don't think they'd think of a group name themselves. Whether it's the found family or just straight up slaves interpretations they probably wouldn't think too much of a group name. The star Sanses has one, sure... but a group name would be goofy for Nightmare. Probably anyways.

I think the bad Sanses is a sensible name, because it wasn't them who named themselves. The multiverse just decided it. Not very creative, sure, but it gets the point across. These are guys who bring pain and suffering to random AUs, therefore they're bad. They're all Sanses, so it'll be the bad Sanses. Simple and uncreative, but works for their context.

[softcryz]

WE'RE MAKING IT THROUGH THIS ARTFIGHT I PROMISE

https://artfight.net/~SOFT_CRYBABY

[anewp0tat0]

hey hey its time for more @pain-in-the-butler 's Coattails fanart cause it's the fanfic and just in case any dadbastian lover on my blog for some reason hasn't started reading? I hope these may be an incentive.

glad I got these out of the way now, they were really scratching my brain! I just love really visualizing things. this was the wholesome stuff tho, so stay tuned for when I get out something... hard. eventually

also I had planned to draw one moment with Soma but I didn't get to :[ so that'll either come with whatever comes next, or... tomorrow. idk lol

now then, before I go, everyone go wish her a happy birthday!!