#I shall save myself

[icewindandboringhorror]

On average, what is the total MONTHLY amount that you spend on dining out*?

*(This doesn't only count going out to restaurants, but also stuff like picking up fast food to bring home, getting a coffee on the way to work, getting a premade sandwich from a grocery store deli during lunch, buying a quick snack from a convenience store or food cart whilst walking somewhere, ordering a pizza or any other food to be delivered to your home, etc.)

*(If you often dine out in groups/as a household: calculate and divide the costs so that you get a Per Person average. This is for YOU individually, NOT the total household/group costs)

(I'm sure polls similar to this have been made before (very common topic), I just haven't personally seen one that I can remember, so, I was curious to do my own! I was discussing this with a group of people today and it was very interesting to see how widely the number varied between individuals. :0c )

(Reblog for bigger sample size if you can, and feel free to explain your answer in tags if there's anything extra to add!)

[m0urn1ngstar]

ngl y'all. There's not enough sugarbaby!gihun fics for my liking...this pathetic man deserves to be taken care of cmon now

[lyqiche]

g

guys

[nathaniacolver]

what it feels like thinking about all the tragedy in arcane, and then remembering the lesbians

[luck-of-the-drawings]

smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.

[persicipen]

you could say my early design exploration is usually just deciding how much of the titties should be out…

[dialalagirl]

Mmh! yes queen you know I'm foaming at the mouth for that Laito angst. My Main man, they could never turn me against you 💚 💚💚 ( god I have horrendous taste 😭😭 )

Laito wasn’t used to this. His gaze flickered to you as you sat across the room, absorbed in your book, your expression distant, cold—so unlike the teasing, warm smile that used to greet him whenever he’d breeze in with his usual charm.

He fancied himself a master of fate—his own, and most certainly yours. The threads he spun—spider, insect he was—were cautious, coy, possibly delicate, but always firm in their trappings.

Since his wretched curse of a mother burned her mark across the mansion’s grounds, Laito had relished control. It was a mask he wore comfortably—an artful costume for his carefully cultivated stage. He played the predator, and you, his beloved, were just another temporary plaything. A little bitch—fleeting and disposable like the others.

But recently, that name—once enough to make you flinch—now sat differently on your lips. It had morphed into something like pride, unsettling him, as though the strings were firmly pulling on his hands, not your own. Puppet, puppeteer—the line blurred, and the recesses of something he’d rather forget forced themselves into the light.

At first, he brushed it off. Like everything else that failed to amuse him, it was nothing. You were just having a moment. But the silence dragged on. And on.

He'd always loved your laughter, the way you’d meet his teasing with a a sharp retort, how you’d pull away just out of reach, your mischievous grin dancing in his vision. But now? There was a stillness to you. You no longer met his gaze the same. Instead, his own reflection in your eyes seemed trapped—much like it had been his mother’s when she took him like a lover as a child.

The shift was subtle, a web spun one thread at a time. He hadn’t noticed it—until now. Too late, perhaps.

"You know," Laito hummed, dropping onto the couch with a lazy smirk, "you've been awfully quiet. It’s getting rather boring, fufu~ What happened to that spirited little minx?”

You didn’t look up. But he felt it—the shift in the air, a tightening like something was slowly closing in around the both of you, suffocating the space.

"I’m just thinking," you said quietly, finally looking at him—but it was different. The way your lips barely moved… it reminded him of the way Cordelia used to speak, when the pretense of affection fell away, and her words became cold, deliberate—a tool.

Laito’s chest tightened. He tried to push it away, burying the thoughts deep within the trappings of his mind, where they belonged. 

"Thinking about what?” His voice was a touch too casual, too light, like he didn’t want you to see the shift in his own gaze. “Planning something fun, are we~?”

You smiled, but there was no humour in it—just quiet satisfaction. "Maybe," you murmured. "Maybe not. You’ll see soon enough, Laito."

There it was again—that tone. His insides twisted, like a familiar knot in his gut. It wasn’t fear, not exactly. But he couldn't shake it. Something’s wrong.

"How rather strange," he said, leaning forward, his voice suddenly low, intent. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve turned into a foreboding little bitch. What plans do you have for us?” 

"Nothing's going on," you replied—too flat, as if your words were set to paralyze. The air seemed to succumb to every movement you made, every breath you measured to take.

Laito’s eyes narrowed. "You're not fooling anyone," rising from the couch and closing the distance between you. He reached for a strand of your hair, fingers brushing against it—a reminder that you were his. 

He let the strand slip from his grasp—until he was done with you. 

Discomfort gnawed at him.

 "I know you, you know. I can tell when you’re hiding something."

But you didn’t respond. Instead, you turned toward the door.  

"I’m leaving," you said, casual. "Don’t wait up."

His mind raced—what the hell was happening? 

“And where do you think you’re going? I am not in the mood to chase you tonight, little bitch.”

You paused but didn’t look back. Your voice lit with the faintest smirk, "Wherever I want. But you’ll be fine. You always are. You’re good at that, aren’t you, Laito? Playing games."

The words hung in the air. 

The moon softly grazed the pale curve of your face and, still, you were a dangerous beauty to behold. It seems you had spun your own web—one that was slowly tightening around him.

"Don't pretend like you don't care," he said. His smirk was gone and its pretence. His soul was an ugly thing, exposed—perhaps it was better you no longer looked at him.

Your shoulders dropped, and your eyes met his with something… almost fond. But soon, that look—and you—were gone.

Laito stood frozen, staring at the door where you had just been. His fingers traced the wooden frame where your shoulders had brushed past. His lips trembled, but he didn’t dare speak. What was this?

The game had changed. Something had shifted. And in sickening clarity, he realized it.

He was the one now trapped in your web.

[xoxoemynn]

There's therapy, and then there's drafting a pissy post that would ultimately be productive, smiling at how accurate it is and how good it would feel to get it out there, and then hitting delete. 😌

[bluesylveon2]

Time to use devil points for them now 😭

[flordivina]

—Silken Petals, & Velvety Leaves From the Florae in the wild meadow to the Tallest of Canopies—

My personal Hcs on most of my Ladies’ height ♥

• In the case of Lest ; Ahri & Aurora; those are from tip of feet to top of their heads; their ears would obviously make it far higher & add a certain amount of extra inches. Lillia is also from the tip of her front hooves to the top of her head; the bloom upon her head adding extra inches too. • In the case of Nami; this is from the top of her head to the (ground) where her tail curls over the everlasting water commanded beneath her form. Her whole length to the tip of her tail fins is almost double. • LeBlanc's height is mainly this one ; yet it may change depending on her disguise & facade. Ex: Madame Selene being closer to Ahri's height more likely ; Lord Evan almost close to Lest's height ; etc. She can alter it fully if she so desires with her glamour; but prefers to stay in her naturally-given one... sometimes just being herself is more delightful after all.

[plumkln]

[kingcygnus]

bro got fantasia'd because i wanted to give him odd eyes after restraining myself for two years for no reason other than shame, but no more i say, my son will have his odd eyes and there shall be a lore explanation for it... i just haven't thought of it yet

[carnivorous-arboretum]

oc refs, clothed this time :P

[satans-knitwear]

Guyyyys. I got us a present or two. To reward me for going out AND getting some. And for a bit of fun ✨

[ryn-halo26]

"Shh, careful of who's watching, Kid" "Of course, Sir"

I spent a total of 4 hours on this, according to Ibis Paint at least. I kinda hate how this turned out ngl

Here's @another-lost-mc 's Belial and my oc, Silver! More of Silver can be found here.

[altarfates]