#ugh a fool

[peterpcrker]

X-MEN 2000 | dir. Bryan Singer ► bonus: Logan, settling it

[crestedpalls]

THESE TWO ARE GONNA BE THE END OF ME BAHAHAHAHHA

[lollitree-art]

Drew this to hype my friend up for their first time watching Hollow Mind :D

[alissssssaka]

I finally admitted to myself that I like butchlander! love wins 🥰

[notdysfunk]

A small Misuta doodle that I'm in love with ngl <3 Misuta - @venomous-qwille

[thefrsers]

they're just sooooo👉👈

[fisheito]

My villain origin story

[sotc]

I can't stop thinking about how much Spite would've loved Zevran. Take Spite's "Want to? Fly like a dragon?" commentary at Taash to Zevran's "Knives can kill. Even small children, when launched at very fast speeds, can kill." and Spite would've been like:

[allmyzolu]

I'm kinda amazed how fast Luffy's expression changes after he hears Zoro is in trouble.

(and I'm pretty sure this happens over and over bc Luffy doesn't want Zoro to be hurt even when he knows how strong Zoro is but yeah, he needs to rescue Zoro, no matter if he makes a fricking riot he needs Zoro back)

[kk1smet]

Politician!Harry hates Mondays

[wataksampingan]

I'm rereading MILAOWM because of course I am, and I just.

Ep 27:

Ep 79:

we've come so incredibly far and I cannot deal with the amount of progress they’ve made; oh my heart

Seungu how DARE you call back so many chapters like this, to a completely different time when he couldn't trust her enough to even touch his hair

And now he's beaming at her because he knows exactly what she's doing

please be happy you two dorks

[oblivionsdream]

A few side character sketches:

Isolde (the kings sister), Saoirse (one of the lady knights), and Caius (Augustine’s asshole half-brother)

[actuallycassidyiambusy]

ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕, 𝕤𝕖𝕒-𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤.

[sabo-torao]

some weeks old sabolaw drawing i didn't wanna let marinate on my pc

my nephew watched me draw this and asked me if they could "please be at a wedding". so they're officially guests at franky and robin's wedding <3

this is also my official "law is shorter" headcanon post 🥳🥳 cheers to the short king

bonus wips i didn't have the energy to fix/clean of them actually dancing together (or attempting to) under the cut!

they're insufferable

(reference for the first wip here, reference for the second one here)

references for their outfits (and sabo's hairstyle) from none other source than one piece grand collection; here's the link for sabo's outfit, and the link for law's. enjoy!

[m1d-45]

You know, I've been thinking. The stars in our world often look quite dim, especially in areas where there is light pollution. Suddenly, I'm imagining that in the Imposter!AU, the Creator looks at the stars at night, captivated by their brilliance. Perhaps Scaramouche or Mona (Whichever you prefer, you may also just write another character you think fits this scenario :D) find them. The Creator looks at them, then back at the stars.

"They're very lovely, you know? The stars never shine this brightly back home. It's a lovely sight..."

They smile. "I'm happy that I'm able to see them, even if it's in another world. I appreciate you letting me look at them before I die."

Perhaps the character takes pause... And sits next to them.

It's a lovely night.

in the stars

word count: ~1k

-> warnings: violence, blood, both of those in your future so technically you’re not hurt yet, not written for mona mains, sorry, didn’t work with the plot :/ also diona/klee/qiqi/nahida/sayu mains are on thin ice with this one. questionable plot. barely edited.

-> lowercase intended

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie

< masterlist >

the stars never lie.

mona clutches her catalyst to her chest, wide eyes turned to the sky. she whispers to them, hoping they’ll change, shift into something she’ll understand, anything.

they don’t.

her head lowers, inspecting the book. thrilling tales, the spine reads, the cover a simplified dragon with a sword through it. she tries to read into it, to try and pick apart the motives behind the weapon, but all it returns is a simple needlepoint.

a compass. one she’d followed ever since she caved into the pull on her catalyst, one she’d followed out of the city at dusk and into the plains, hiking up starsnatch cliff at its behest. her twin tails had lost some of their curl on the journey, her hat flopping sadly. it was late, later than she’d normally be awake, and she stumbled once on a rock before quickly catching herself, checking to make sure you hadn’t moved.

you, sat at the peak of the cliff. you, surrounded by cecelias, face turned to the stars. you, who turned at her short cry.

“are you alright?”

she couldn’t bring her hands to shift her catalyst into its attack position. her hands, free from their usual gloves, dug into the cover of the book, shaking both with the chill of night and with… she couldn’t tell, couldn’t pin whether it was fear or nervousness, or something else that blurred the line between panic and excitement.

“just fine, thank you.”

her voice was harsher than it should have been. she could tell you were being genuine, the way the water in the air shaped around you like it wanted to cling made that clear enough, the stars shining down on you as if you were the only being on the planet.

the stars never lie. so why were they saying you meant no harm?

you turned back to the stars, your hands shifting back to weave into the grass between the cecelias.

"they’re very lovely tonight. the stars, i mean. they never shine this brightly back home….” against her better judgement, mona glanced up. the sky was particularly clear, constellations shining down unhindered. “it’s a beautiful sight.”

orders from the knights echoed in mona’s head, orders extended from a god she’d never met. she knew the knights wholeheartedly meant what they said, truly believing the words they were told, but you…

hesitantly, she brought her hand in a circle in front of her, scrying for your constellation. you didn’t have one, unsurprisingly, and she relaxed slightly in the knowledge that you didn’t have a vision.. still, there was something strange about the empty space where yours would have been. swapping the sigils and rotating the outer edge, mona decided to read your future.

all the air was sucked from her lungs, the images depicted in the water making her mouth dry. the water warped and bubbled a dark color, as if it itself hated to show what it did.

you were on your knees, tight steel chains wrapped around you and latched onto hooks in whatever you were sitting on. in front of you stood the favored, the creator’s most prized, their weapon drawn. their form was taught with anger, nearly seething. it was strange, so uncharacteristic that it froze the astrologist in place for a moment.

no matter how fiery the disposition, vessels of yours were calmer after being wished upon, heart stiller for being by your side. they, the most prominent on your team of them all, should be at most handling such a severe situation with a tick in their jaw and quiet fury in their eyes, not…

she watched with sick horror as the favored attacks once, your chest caving once, twice with hitched attempts at breathing before you slumped over, blood trickling from your neck. the favored stepped back, weapon dismissed, and mona closed the illusion before it played any further. she hadn’t meant to look all the way to your death, only a few-

…only a few hours.

her hands shake where they’re still clasped in front of her, the remains of her scrying circle swirling in her palms. you didn’t even have a day.

she let the water fall, sending it towards the cecelias around you, willing them to stand brighter as she approached. she couldn’t bring herself to summon her catalyst, not now that she knew what your fate held.

the grass was damp beneath her, seeping slightly into her nightclothes. you didn’t say anything, simply passing her a flower that you had been twirling in your palms. she willed it to heal, restored the color to its petals and the strength to its stem, then passed it back. she had no use for it, not when you…

you chuckled as you took it, staring down at it for a moment before turning skyward once more. mona followed your eyes up, spotting a well known constellation directly above you. nearly perfectly straight up, glowing like a beacon, was the constellation of the favored, six stars making themselves prominent against the dotted sea of night.

“beautiful, isn’t it?”

she swallowed, eyes flicking down to you. you were still watching the stars, probably tracing the shape of the constellation above you. unknowing of what it spelled for your fate, unknowing of the warning written above you.

mona settled into the grass a little more, taking her hat off her head so it wouldn’t fall when she looked up again.

“indeed, it is.”

[yeyayeya]

Will forever be mad that MXTX dropped the fact that Hua Cheng had a female form and refused to elaborate