#anyway，pulling plans

[rubys-domain]

... i think i'm gonna pull for arlecchino actually...

[moeblob]

So does he, Gallagher.

[idyllcy]

i wish i didn't know you as you were - leon x reader

"I adore you to no end." Leon holds your fingers between his, pressing a kiss to it as you blink up at him, brow raised at him as he smiles back at you. "I hope you remember that."

"I wish you'd show me by staying." You whisper, tying your handkerchief around the tassel of his sword. "I wish you'd stay rather than go."

"The king has ordered it. It is either I go or I take someone new. I can not do that to you, beloved." Leon shakes his head.

"We can forsake this life of luxury you have earned. I beg of you. Escape back to my home with me, my love." You whisper, head resting on the hilt of his blade. "I fear not of poverty, my knight. I fear a life without you."

"You wish for me to abandon my country? The very thing that I have laid my life for?"

"I will knight you." You pray. "I shall knight you shoulder to shoulder, and you may change your oath to serve me as your lord rather than the king. I beg of you. As your beloved and spouse, I beg of you to."

"And how shall we escape death from the king?"

"Do you not wish for death by me than death alone?"

"I have not the luxury, beloved." He whispers. "I shall return, I promise."

All that is returned to you is a bloodied handkerchief. One that is all too familiar to both the touch and eye.

You wish he listened.

[concidineart]

"I CHOOSE BLOOD!"

[taxinealkaloids]

harrianthe + sewing (variations on a theme)

[keebokuun]

I gave up on page 2 but hope you enjoy anyways <33

[ghastlyaffairs]

for something as trivial and simple those feelings sure are hard to get rid of

also made a gif a version for fun + alt version with no tears under the cut

the gif is in very low resolution...this is a feature (i could make it bigger but that would require saving each frame individually and than glueing it all together. also i feel like low resolution suits it better. aesthetically and fits the mood)

[starflungwaddledee]

Oooo starstruck dee has little stars at the bottom of her feet! Are they just aesthetic or would they make imprints into the ground? (like pawprints)

exactly like that! though she's not the only one...

edit: might need to add some additional dialogue to this to make it more clear, but a clarification in the interim; he knows about his own footprints. he's just surprised to see something similar already there when he knows he's only just landed. he lifts his own shoe to confirm that they're not identical (and also to reveal this to the viewer). seems his stoicism beat off the clarity in this one, sorry 😭

[yuesya]

Ino Takuma gasps, scrambling back to his feet. Shit, shit, shit. Had he just blacked out? How long had he been unconscious? He–

The eldritch, reverberating roar of a cursed monstrosity sounds like a thunderclap to his left, and Ino promptly throws himself into a backwards tumble before even regaining his balance.

It turns out to be the right decision. There’s a searing flare of blue-black cursed energy, then a gigantic, clawed hand that slams down right above from where he’d fallen.

Another sorcerer in his squad screams, heaving up a giant block of fallen rubble from clear across the field –Nishimiya Louis, a boy who’d recently awakened a telekinetic cursed technique– and hurling it towards the cursed spirit towering above them. 

But it’s no use. The cursed spirit simply gives the rubble a careless swipe at a very precise point, and the entire boulder simply breaks apart. And instead of inconveniencing the cursed spirit, now it’s Takuma and the rest of the team who are suffering from the sudden rain of jagged rubble coming down on their heads instead.

Takuma wishes that he could just order a retreat. But he can’t. He can’t!

The outbreak of cursed spirits on a heretofore unseen scale across the globe… there was something in this world that was horribly, irrevocably broken. Entire countries had been wiped out by the endless horde of cursed spirits that kept appearing, manifesting everywhere.

To think that Kenjaku and Ryomen Sukuna had once been the world-ending threats that sorcerers had feared… 

In retrospect, it was almost laughable. The current state of the world… this was what an apocalypse truly looked like.

… But even so, that was no reason to give up and stop fighting. Even as humanity was forced to retreat into hidden bunkers and strongholds, sorcerers continued to fight. If there was perhaps one good thing to come out of this entire mess, it was that a lot more people were sorcerers nowadays. Likely as a direct result of the massive increase in levels of cursed energy across the globe.

And yet–

When will this all end? How many people must sacrifice themselves, for there to be an end to this nightmare?

… Takuma can’t retreat. The Tokyo stronghold is close, and if he retreats from this cluster here, then it would be utterly catastrophic. Nanami-san… he’s sure that Nanami-san wouldn’t retreat, either, if he were the one here right now. Of course Nanami-san wouldn’t. If only he’d–

“Ino-san, watch out!”

It all happened in a single moment.

Takuma had just been ambushed by another cursed spirit, one that he’d successfully killed with a well-aimed Kaichi. But the delay had been long enough that he couldn’t escape the largest and most dangerous threat of them all. And Nishimiya-kun, brave, quick-witted Nishimiya-kun–

The young boy’s eyes are wide, mouth hanging open in a soft ‘o’ that resembles surprise. There are claws hands piercing his torso, running him through.

But he’s…

He’s not bleeding.

Ice-cold horror seizes hold of Takuma at the sight, the moment he realizes what’s playing out in front of him.

No. No no no not like this, not again–!

“Ino-san,” Nishimiya-kun whispers, still staring at him, “Please… run.”

Then, he coughs.

But it’s not blood that comes out.

Rather, it’s a smoky black liquid, saturated in cursed energy; reminiscent of the same sort of wispy darkness that clings to every sorcerer and cursed spirit nowadays. But instead of being light and airy, it’s thick and vile. Nishimiya chokes on the black liquid that he vomits out, and as the cursed spirit’s claws carelessly withdraw from his body, it’s that same dark liquid that gushes out from his puncture wounds too, instead of blood.

The boy collapses down into the inky dark pool, screaming, and Takuma can’t look away. Can’t look away from the snapping bones, warping flesh, so much worse than anything that patch-faced Special Grade cursed spirit had ever been capable of–

Nishimiya-kun stops screaming. The last dregs of his cursed energy winks out, becoming something unrecognizable.

What rises in the young boy’s place, all long, gnarled limbs and snapping teeth and gleaming red eyes that retain no light of recognition when they turn towards Takuma again, is a cursed spirit.

Something in Takuma finally breaks.

…

If it weren’t for Gojo Shiki descending from the skies right as Takuma and the tattered remainder of his team are about to be overrun, he has no doubt that they would’ve all died here.

Gojo Shiki.

Short white hair. Piercing blue eyes. A blade in her hands that can cut through anything and everything.

Takuma closes his eyes. If only she’d been here just a little bit earlier–!

“Ino-san.” The younger sorcerer finally turns towards him, once she finishes killing the last curse. Takuma stares numbly at the dismembered corpse, at the darkness that bleeds from its body to pool around the white-haired sorcerer. Ha, cursed spirit–! “Report the situation. And, where’s my uncle? He’s in charge of this squad, isn’t he?”

“Shiki,” Ino responds shakily. Even to his own ears, it sounds like his voice is coming from somewhere far, far away. But despite how heavy his tongue is, Ino forces his mouth to move and form the words, “Shiki, the curse you just killed.

… That was Nanami-san.”

[ladyofthenoodle]

this christmas i’m thinking about “it’s a wonderful life” and adrien agreste. imagine plagg coming over to marinette’s to talk with the kwamis. he’s concerned about adrien, who hasn’t been himself since he learned the truth about his father. maybe it’s after season 5, and he wasn’t even there to help defeat monarch. and he learns he’s the reason his mother is dead, and now his father too, and his father terrorized all these people to bring his mother back. and he sits on this and thinks maybe things would be better if he’d never been born. maybe there’d be no monarch. maybe his parents would be happy together. and it’s not like ladybug ever needed him, anyway.

plagg came to ask tikki and marinette for help. but it’s fluff who suggests giving adrien what he wants.

immediately, adrien can tell something’s darker about this new world. his mother is alive, but she’s not happy with gabriel. she’s not even in paris anymore—she went back to live with her parents and her sister—who doesn’t have a child, either. his father is even colder than adrien remembers, and he treats nathalie more like a servant than a partner.

still, there’s no monarch. so adrien thinks this world could still be better than one with him in it.

but no monarch means no ladybug. as he walks down the street, he sees mister ramier getting arrested. at school, damocles is nothing more than a puppet that follows andre bourgeois’ orders—which are still chloe’s orders, here, and without adrien or ladybug, she’s crueler than he’s ever seen her. he barely recognizes his friends. nino sits in the back of class and doesn’t speak to anyone. alya reads superhero comics alone with her head down. mlle bustier is gone—fired in within the first few weeks of the school year at chloe’s behest.

and marinette… isn’t there.

he finds out she’s been expelled. no one knows where she is now—alya doesn’t even know her name and no one else has bothered to check on her. he runs to find her, but the bakery’s been shut down—orders of the mayor. he can see the lights on above, though, and that someone is still living there. but when he transforms and lands on marinette’s balcony, its bare. no plants, no decorations, nothing. she’s there in her room though. when he looks through the window he can see her studying with sabine. her desk has nothing but textbooks. no design sketches, no bulletin board of friend pictures, nothing.

when sabine leaves the room, marinette curls into a ball and cries.

that’s when adrien begs fluff to take him back. when he says, “i want to live again. take me back to my lady, please.”

[u-x-o]

Average heist planning with Jamie

Based on this ofc ⤵️💀

I bet this was already made but I had to make my own version hehe

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Hey do you guys want your second horrible news for this month? because I think I'm done with Obey Me...

considering I'm not a big fan of the events most of the time and think Nightbringer has more downsides then ups, I doubt anything can get me re-interested again so there is a good chance I'll drop it for good, but don't worry I'm still invested enough in the characters to keep writing for some time ^-^ and the only time you know I'll stop if I release a really big story I have been planning for a really long while now

[theactualsunshinechild]

The day Honkai Star Rail announces a 5 star Sampo, it's over for me.

[brother-emperors]

so I’m probably skipping this year for an Ides of March illustration, but I do have an Ides of March tag :)

[alaraxia]

finally finished some full body art of vesper and her three main outfit variations

[gxlden-angels]

Bro I hate fundamentalists and culturally-fundie parents they'll say shit like "spare the rod spoil the child am I right haha yea my parents used to have to beat my ass with a switch almost everyday but I sure did learn my lesson" but like??? no you didn't??? you were hit multiple times for something you very obviously did not, in fact, learn

Like studies about how harmful even lightly spanking children is aside, you're literally contradicting yourself?? Some even admitted they got worse as they got older cause they wanted to see how far they could push their parents before they got punished

And studies not aside, you're gonna get child raising advice from the same book that tells you to stone your wife if her hymen doesn't break on your wedding night instead of the decades of research we have now?? Just say you're a bad parent and move on my guy. Skill issue