#my little 🤓

[reinbouxsworld]

first encounters

[hunnybunniie]

[ranmaru-kageyama]

MINIGRAM 61: "Seasonal Sense" Translation

[cicadatree]

the beginning of cicada

[warmsol]

i just wanted to point out me aligning elia with the sun in this shot was intentional because that’s how kai has always seen her. like a light in his life. a warmth that engulfed him, a flame that’s never really faded no matter how hard he’s tried to tame it. he looks at her and sees her radiating glow, always. ah. ANYWAY.

[reesieroo-spark]

Twilight Sparkle should’ve had glasses 🤓✨

Wanted to experiment more with my style, but this time, instead of pokemon it’s poniez

[bobosbillionsknives]

Concept sketch for a Knives planet gunsmoke figure set because I'm completely fucking insane and I'm losing my mind

[drawfee-quot3s]

🤓 the commenters will be Quite Irate if we don't issue a correction post haste! 🤓

- jacob

[tragicotps]

Young Masriel au [part 1: First meeting]: Recently returned from one of his expeditions, Asriel plans to crash one of Edward Coulter's exclusive dinner parties for networking purposes. At the door he's greeted by a mysterious and attractive young woman, who turns out to be married to the party host and coincidentally one of his biggest political rivals.

[roguegona]

Thrawn: "Her Master was General Anakin Skywalker?"

Internally: This bitch was trained by THE Lord Vader? Oh hell nah, I'm not messing with this, as soon as these carcasses are loaded WE OUT.

[andygo34]

A trend of this appeared on tiktok and I just...

The scar talk in a SilveRusso context (+ an appearance by Kenny)😆😆😆

The dojo was completely silent, except for the soft creak of the wooden floor under Kenny's feet as he gathered the training pads. Terry watched from the shadows, leaning against one of the columns. They had spent hours training, but the night was far from over.

"You did better today," Terry said, breaking the silence. His tone, calm but firm, reflected the relationship he had with his student: mentor, but also a figure Kenny respected beyond words.

Kenny gave a faint smile, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his gi. "It's thanks to you, sensei."

"Maybe." Terry's gaze went to one of the windows, bathed in moonlight. A moment of awkward silence passed between them before he spoke again. "You know, I have a scar."

Kenny raised an eyebrow and let the pads fall to the floor with a dull thud. "No, you don’t," he replied, his tone equal parts disbelief and defiance. "You’re practically invincible. You don’t have scars."

Terry let out a brief, dry laugh. It wasn’t his usual laugh, nor his typical tone. There was something in his voice that made Kenny freeze, almost afraid he had touched a nerve he shouldn’t have.

"I do," Terry repeated, his voice softer this time, as if the confession was meant more for himself than for his student. "A long time ago… I loved someone. And one day, I did something I regret every single day. I hurt him."

Kenny stood silent, watching Terry with a mix of confusion and curiosity. He had never seen him like this—vulnerable.

Terry continued, his gaze lost somewhere beyond the window. Images flooded his mind. The stalking. The lies. The wooden dummy he used as a weapon to destroy. The betrayal that consumed everything. But, most of all, Daniel's eyes. Those broken, fear-filled eyes that had been his mirror for years.

"He is my scar," Terry said, bitterness lacing his voice, a bitterness Kenny never would have associated with someone so imposing.

The dojo fell silent again. Kenny didn’t know what to say. But for the first time, he understood that his sensei was more than the invincible sensei he appeared to be. He was human.

All of a sudden, Terry seems to snap out of his reverie. He clears his throat and says, "Well, that’s all for today, Mr. Payne. I expect the same performance tomorrow." With that, he heads toward the exit without so much as a glance at Kenny and shuts the door behind him with a bit of force, leaving Kenny no chance to say goodbye.

[aglitchysylveon]

Sooooo I got bored and doodled more of the crazy horror movie boy, so enjoy him you simps/j

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Wylan: Morning all, I had trouble sleeping last night

Wylan: I’ll be sassy throughout the day and simmering into the evening. Prepare for a possible tantrum around 3pm… and it will be your fault

Wylan: So lockdown the hatches, be ready and stay alert

[katakosmos]

the crouch family

barty, emily, barty, winky, the grandparents

there was nothing bartemius crouch sr loved more than his job, except maybe for emily crouch. their son, barty, was third on the scale of importance. he was part of the family, that's true, but there was a reason he came after emily and his job: emily was his wife and the mother of his son, and his job was what allowed him to support her and the child. barty would never have been born if it hadn't been for these two. therefore, barty was third.

sometimes emily said, jokingly, that barty was married to his job, and that she only got in the way of their love story. other times though, she said the same thing, but angry. or crying. barty wanted to reassure her, but he could never find the words to tell her you are the most important thing to me.

he knew she was right, his job took up a lot of his time. it made him come home late, it forced him to lock himself in his office. it was a big effort, but necessary. and then, once he had shown everyone his commitment and his value, after having defeated voldemort and become minister, he would have had a lot of time to dedicate to his family. first work, then pleasure.

was that what ruined everything in the end? without realizing it, he had put work first. what would have happened if he had come home on time more often?

what would have changed?

emily crouch loved her son with all her heart... but, sometimes, she felt like she was betraying her husband's trust. he had been there before barty was born, she had loved him before their son. so, emily crouch loved her sweet barty with all her heart, but she loved her husband more.

when they met, they were young and immature. he talked to her about his dreams and goals, and she was enchanted by him. he seemed like a serious young man, with a life plan. someone who would give her certainties. it would have been nice if she could marry a boy like that.

on their wedding day he promised her love and respect. and he always kept his promises. it was important for him, who grew up with a violent father and a submissive mother. the horrible and strict grandparents that barty met only once when he was five, and never again. he told her that he didn't want to be like his father, and he didn't want her to have the same fate as his mother. he was always a great husband.

they argued sometimes, they didn't always share the same ideas. but they always found a way to fix everything, they loved each other. he had given her a purpose, emily was not good at anything, neither in magic nor in life. she would have had no future if it weren't for him. she only had eyes for her husband.

was that her mistake, maybe? she should have given barty more love. was she the cause of it all, all that went wrong?

if she had told barty how much she loved him, would anything have changed?

winky was devoted to the crouch family like no one else had ever been. she had deep respect for her masters, she venerated them, she served them with happiness. they were so kind to her, and she was just a house elf.

she served mr. crouch since he was a child, he was very dear to her. mrs. crouch was a wonderful woman. and when little master crouch joined the family, she was so happy: he was the kindest and most polite child she knew.

sometimes she had heard him say terrible things, terrible indeed, that she would never have dared to repeat. that's why she didn't tell her masters. she made a mistake and ruined everything, there was no other explanation. she was unable to protect the family, and when barty escaped from azkaban she did nothing to alleviate his condition. she should have talked to mr. crouch more, persuaded him to be more lenient. he was a man destroyed by grief, but he was forgetting his son again.

had master crouch felt lonely? had he felt unloved? but then, had he listened to her devoted and sincere words, whispered under the invisibility cloak, or had he simply ignored her all these years?

barty crouch jr hated his family. and it wasn't something he tried to hide, even if they didn't seem to understand it. bearing the name crouch was embarrassing and shameful. bearing the exact same name as his father was an insult. what was "family" to others was nothing more than an oppressive group of people to him. they accused him of destroying their lineage, but why would barty feel bad for doing so? why would he pity an absent father and a mother who only loved him when he was weak and alone?

he had to get rid of them to be completely free. and how ironic, after all, hadn't they all sacrificed themselves so that he would be? but freedom wasn't the air outside azkaban, nor his father and winky's desperate attempt to fix everything. freedom was power, control. and his "family" couldn't give him that. they couldn't give him anything... well, except anger and pain.

but, sadly, he already had those.

[totaldramadrawingsandstuff]

I’ve been seeing a lot of aroace stuff on my dashboard so now here I am showing off my aroace sillies

Ignore how much I messed Dj’s hand.

[tyunningcore]

Eldin: Please, Mr. Smarty-Pants was my father