#(this is not projection ❌)

[240vo]

playing with stabilisation to ease hand strain

[unknownartiste]

tf2 sketch dump except it’s mostly fem fortress bc i got carried away (^_−)~☆

[mizuribbons]

do you have any headcannons for rui you’d like to drop :3

HXHHXBSBXBJXHSNZHDBSH !!! i have always wanted someone to ask me about my hcs >:3c

okay. first of all. this boy is transgender. there's no way he's cis that is a trans boy right there ‼️ i have a lot of headcanons specifically about that one, but i'll just give one here. if you want more then feel free to ask :3 he named himself after a character from a play who he really loved. and also got gender envy from.

he's also SUPER clingy and it's absolutely adorable. slightly less adorable when you consider it's partially due to extreme abandonment issues, but still adorable. fortunately for whoever becomes the subject of his affection, he gives the best hugs.

we all know he is autistic. so a bit of projection here, but it's called project sekai for a reason: he sometimes fluctuates between being hyperverbal and nonverbal. this actually wasn't intentional projection i just realized it was there later

some may think his hair is very greasy or knotted but actually to me it will always be fluffy., contrary to popular belief within this fandom he Does shower!! he's literally an actor and also. do you think he's going to let the smell of oil and explosions stay on him and potentially harm people's lungs? :< so yeah he can have fluffy hair :3

[project-sekai-takes]

A millionaire, the president of this world, the most influential lyricist, SEGA founder, the author of the US Constitution, the first woman to go to Mars and the person who stopped global warming go into a bar. The bartender asks, “The usual, Ms. Tenma?”

this isnt a take and honestly i dont even know if i can call this a headcanon but yknow what. youre funny anon

[silverteacups]

what would i do with a bandori card if not look at it and put luka there

[cubtales]

did i ever show u this xindi ….

(from kirei’s bond profile in fgo :3c)

ari.............

[duketibbitswaifu]

🌸 ❣️ HAIHIIHHIHIHI~1!!11 😊❣️ I just got this artwork commissioned of my Dukey pookie bear!1!1!!! ✨ IS SO PRETTY!!!!!!!! ❣️ 🫶 It's him under the stars in his truck, 💕 thinking about me <33333 💗 I just love how Dukey came out, hes so cute ^-^ 🍰 I love his beautiful golden eyes, and his nice strong arms 🥰 🌸

💗 The artist utter did a really good job on his truck too!1!! <333 🎀 He actually drives a 76 chevy pickup truck, and it's so sexy 💞 There's just somethin women like about a pickup man 💕 🎶 💗

[saccharinosis]

I was gonna try and scan the hell out of this to look more professional but I kinda liked leaning into the low quality photo

[cirnothemovie]

hello kurotsuba nation

[mistress-riddle]

this might perhaps be a controversial opinion (idk and idc to know) but i could so see (modern?) tom enjoying psychology

[liamthemailman]

Grooming Session

Time flies fast huh?

[steeldmg9375]

Screenshots of, i think a p*rn game she plays and puts the characters in, and talks about it in an inc*st way.

There are worse, more s*xual explicit screenshots of it, I don't want you guys to see it, but you get an idea.

[poor-ciceros-voring-again]

Why did I do this to myself I'm only halfway done lining and.

Well. Yeah I'm colouring as I go what about it—

Ahhhhh Maria <3 beloved

[project-sekai-takes]

heeey it's me again, the guy that made the document with all focus songs! I reemerge with another document, and this one is significantly bigger - here is every single event in the game! organised by character focuses, unit timelines, and then the entire game's timeline.

again, here's a preview to give you an idea of what to expect, this is the leoni section:

thank you! I hope this comes in good use for people who want to dive into reading, but get scared by the daunting amount of events and lack of organisation. have fun and go read!

!!!

[eljeebee]

Anthony Harrison and Priscilla Wuest (formerly Wuest-Harrison, but they're divorcing) stood in the latter's living room. They were left alone by Priscilla's butler. Priscilla faced the fireplace, never looking back at her ex-husband. She knew he's facing her. She can feel it, and see it through her spectral eyes. Anthony looked at her in pain.

"Are you sure, my lo—"

"Priscilla. It's Priscilla. Do not call me that anymore, Anthony," Priscilla cut her off, words spat with hateful poison.

"I'm sorry," he said, voice close to a whisper. "Are you sure, Priscilla? Is there anything I can do to make it up for you? We don't have to do this."

Her head hung low, shaking. "Make it up for me? Harrison, you betrayed me. You endangered the life of innocents! You sold—no—gave the enemies one of our important assets! You know how much shit I got from my bosses, trying to own up your mistake?"

"I did that to save you! It was either you or them — the civilians! If it weren't for me agreeing to send that package then you wouldn't be alive, Priscilla!" Anthony reasoned, voice slightly rising.

Her head snapped to her left, almost looking at him. "This is why I hate working with someone! I have plans, my own methods to follow, and you never follow them! Ninety-six percent of our missions were almost jeopardized by you! How many times did I tell you not to worry about me? I am immortal. Even if I die, this goddamned body heals itself—it never allows me to die! Picking my safety is bullshit!"

"You're important to me!"

"You did that as an excuse because you're a fucking double agent!" Priscilla yelled. The air felt heavy. The ground beneath them slowly shifted. Her powers slightly disrupted the reality.

There was silence.

Anthony took a deep breath, before turning on his heel. He's leaving.

"I'm sorry," he apologized again, and started to walk away.

"What is there to say sorry for, Harrison?" Priscilla shook her head. Anthony paused. She continued, "Was marrying me, getting close to the Top Brass' favorite pet, part of your plan? To steal that asset and gave it to those bastards? Was it all a plan?"

"Did you ever love me, Anthony?" She said, voice soft, close to a whisper. But he heard it anyway. His head abruptly looked back at her. She was still facing the fireplace.

"Priscilla...," his lips hung open. He breathily chuckled. But it was not humorous. He tried to approach her but she stopped him. "Priscilla, of course I love you! You're the woman of my dreams, you—"

"I don't believe you," Priscilla spat.

Priscilla finally looked at him. His face slighlty lit up, but she ignored it. She couldn't care less if he's happy. "Let me tell you one thing, Harrison. During the time we were together, married, I was happy. I loved you. It was genuine. I thought I have someone else in my life that isn't just my mentor and my father figure. I thought you were the one. But it isn't. It was all a lie."

"But I did love you! Priscilla, please, think of this first! I—"

"Who are you kidding, Harrison? You don't work for us. With me. You've been with them from the start," Priscilla scoffed.

Anthony wanted to say something more. To prove it to her. But alas, what she's saying is true.

He looked away.

"Leave," Priscilla looked at him one last time with disregard. "I only allowed you to step foot in here because I knew you'd want to talk. Usually, I don't let my enemies leave this estate alive, but I'm doing this for old time's sake. Consider yourself lucky. The next time I see you, you're dead."

Anthony's head hung low, eyebrows furrowed, the corners of his lips down. He walked away, leaving the room—leaving her forever.

Priscilla looked away from him, her face twisting with a mixture of sadness, anxiety, and discomfort. Her sadness was understandable, but she wasn't sure if she should feel anxious. She feels uneasy; she knew the decision to divorce and cut ties with him is discomforting, but doing so also gives her that anxious feeling in her stomach. Anthony was her first love, in everything. He was her husband—ex-husband. But she have to do this.

She was brought back from her thoughts when she heard the taps of her butler's leather shoes.

"Miss Wuest," he said. Priscilla turned around. He handed her a manila folder.

"Thank you, Albert," she said, opening it and scanning the contents.

Albert clasped his hands behind his back. "The doctor was understanding. He said if you need anything, just..."swing" by at his office. He's worried for you."

She sighed, walking to the bar and sitting down on one of the stools. She placed down the folder, flipping through the papers.

"The madame...and the other council members were disappointed," Albert hesistantly continued.

"But mostly the madame?" Her eyes raised at him.

Albert chuckled. "Yes, mostly the madame."

She chuckled.

He continued, "Everything is packed, too. We'll leave the estate tomorrow."

Priscilla sighed. "Good. I know Harrison would respect me and not set foot here, but we can never be sure. Are the papers ready?"

"Yes, Ma'am. The papers you signed are ready to go."

"So it's over."

"So it is."

Priscilla closed the folder.

"Miss Wuest?"

"Yes?" She looked up at him. He was still standing a few arms' length away from her, prim and proper.

"How do you feel?"

Priscilla looked away.

He took that as an answer.

"No matter what you're feeling, all of them are reasonable. You've spent a considerable amount of time with Mister Harrison as his wife, you've dedicated your work for him, you loved him, so it's understandable to feel...sad, to mourn for the loss of love and connection," Albert said.

"Is my decision right?" She asked, voice small.

"Yes, yes it is."

"Then why do I feel it's not?"

"You're not used to not having him by your side anymore, Miss Wuest. It feels foreign to you."

"He's wormed his way in me," she dryly laughed.

A moment passed.

"This won't happen again, Albert," she said. But these words aren't for Albert, it was for her. "I won't let it."

Albert did nothing but agree. Her face steeled. The facade of a cold, no-nonsense agent returned. Her heart hardened once again, walls high, never to be broken down again. Albert would watch her grow heartless again, and it would take another lifetime to try and anchor her down at least. Be reasonable. But she loved, too much, that everything was replaced by hatred.

[doyl1st]

Hey do y’all like assassin’s creed?