#yes I know I'm going to hell

[thistaletasty]

Soooooooo ...

All I'm hearing ...

is that we were

✨Robbed✨

[noonmutter]

Cycle

(Tw: death, grief, generally being really fucking sad. Because of course I did)

It had been a very long day.

Days like these usually were. It hadn't even had the decency to be the appropriate weather; no dreary greys in the sky, no puddles from a slow, chilly rain, not even a peep of distant thunder. The sun was bright, the sky was brilliant blue and clear save for a few fluffy, insulting clouds, the air was calm, and

He wasn't there.

Leon would've loved to prod him about the sour expression on his face; he'd gone to such lengths to look the part and the weather had so thoroughly refused to cooperate. So much black under bright skies clashed horribly with his complexion, he looked like a damn ghost under warm sunlight, to say nothing of the awful effect that light had when it hit the inevitable twin trails of mascara.

There had been plenty of funerals behind him--a musing he would only ever make in private--and there would likely be plenty more. He always wondered if he would stop attending one day. Mourning was a messy process and he'd much rather have it out in the comfort of his own home, cuddling his puppy and making a terrible mess of her fur, and not wasting perfectly good makeup on an ugly cry. Funerals were miserable, dreary affairs, even if there was occasionally a big raucous wake at the end. That part was nice, but there was always the bit afterward, when everyone went to sleep or went home, and it became even more obvious who hadn't gone with him, and it put an awful pall over the remainder of the evening, like morning breath after a night of tavern crawling.

Elegant, dark cloth hit the floor in a rumpled pile, and he thought fondly of what someone might say when the shoes gently thunked on the rack in the oven, but

He wasn't there.

And for a few hours, that was all. It was quiet in the apartment, aside from the puppy's claws clicking on the floor as she trundled along after him, and refused to leave him alone. It was a terribly familiar habit, and that really made it all so much worse. He reflected, during one of his quieter moments, that he should've seen that coming. But then, he'd spent so long avoiding making those little mental connections, lest they become vocal ones, and if they'd escaped from his traitorous little mouth, Leon's face would've done that terrible thing where it became a mask, and he would've kicked himself the rest of the day, and

He wasn't there.

Eventually, the mail came. Probably the afternoon delivery, but it might've been the morning. He'd drawn the curtains and hadn't bothered to open them yet. Tossing the pile onto a countertop, he almost missed the plain brown envelope they landed on.

It'd been pressed into his hands after the procession. He'd almost forgotten about it entirely. The little crow's-head wax seal over the flap tempted him to try and forget about it again, but he knew that wouldn't have been fair. So, steeling himself, he broke the seal, and tipped the contents onto the countertop.

A little piece of something clattered onto it, but knowing where--and whom--the parcel had come from, he went for the letter first.

"Diva,

"I'm sorry. I know there's nothing to be done about it, but nonetheless, I'm sorry that I couldn't stay. I hope that I managed to be one of your favorite chapters. Failing that, at least one of the most interesting, the way I'd once said I aimed to. And if I did... I'm sorry for that, too. But if you were honest about anything, I hope the bit about loving to return to those chapters was one of them. Nothing would please me more than to know that I can still be responsible for it when you smile, even if you're cursing at me through your teeth when you do. Perhaps, sometimes even especially when you're cursing at me. We both know I'm a little shit, but you liked that, too.

"Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for letting me love you. Thank you for taking care of what I can't anymore. Thank you for forgiving me my humanity. Thank you for letting me know you.

"I look forward to seeing you again, however long that takes.

"Yours,

"Leon Elroy Ambroce"

The little piece of something took a bit of unwrapping, made more difficult when he had to keep pausing to wipe his face. Eventually, he revealed his prize: a carved stone crow, nestling comfortably in his palm. Its cool feathers were ablaze in bands of shimmering green and flecks of blue. And...of course Leon had; there was another, much shorter note attached to even that.

"I always liked your window the most"

The next morning, the little crow caught the sunlight beautifully from its perch on the windowsill.

( @celedyn for mentions and ease of yelling at me)

[no-one-picked-maris]

in the apocalypse, do all your cooking at night. otherwise some dumb kid'll see the smoke rising from your chimney and then you'll be running for your life.

[tianaahhhh]

im just a girl🎀

[triglycercule]

explodes them ALL... what time is it??? DESIGN TIME

i got too lazy to color anybody else fully aside from the mtt you can explode me now too

[itsnotacostume]

we as a fandom do not talk about this scene enough. what the fuck is this. why did he feel the need to install this? so he could stare at his boybestfriend all day without having to get up?

[mugiwara-lucy]

ASL Brothers more like Donut Brothers 😂

[catebees]

I've been wanting to draw something in the Inquisition tarot style since I booted up the game for the first time

first card-second card-third card-fourth card

[dipndops]

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

Hi @potahun, I'm your gifter for the Heishin Valentine Exchange and I picked your Ghibli movie prompt and went with Howl's Moving Castle c:

@heishinvalentineexchange2025 Thank you for hosting the event! It has been super fun!!

Close ups and explanations below~

It took me a bit of time to figure out which character I wanted to be who, but I settled with Shinichi as Howl and Heiji as Sophie! I think the idea of Shinichi being an other worldly character like Howl isn't too far off from how he is depicted in canon. From an outsider's perspective, Shinichi seemingly has all the answers to the many cases he comes across. Especially with the way Heiji reveres Shinichi, it's not hard to see him as someone larger than life. (Also Shinichi transforming into a bird creature whenever he intervenes in the war kind of fits with how he transforms into Conan in canon as he investigates the Black Organization)

As for Heiji as Sophie, I feel that putting Heiji in a position where he becomes old can parallel his struggle with his family's (particularly his father) distrust in him being a teen detective. But in this case, Heiji initially fears that growing old hinders his ability to remain a detective. Throughout the course of the film, his fears would be assuaged as Heiji helps end the ongoing war in spite of his age.

Now for the art itself, originally I wanted to pick one scene to focus on so that I could combine this prompt with your Heishin whump prompt. But then I figured it would be neat to take inspiration from the movie's song Merry Go Round of Life. The large ring was intended to mimic the roof and rim of a merry-go-round. Like imagine the roof and then you squish it down (if that makes lol)! The rims on merry-go-rounds often feature a circular frame with images of landscapes within. For that, I recreated backgrounds from the movie.

Given the name of the song, I felt that I should recreate different scenes from the movie to show the progression of Heiji and Shinichi's lives (I would've drawn Heiji much older but I was just struggling on how to execute that properly TT-TT). From right to left the scenes are; Shinichi intervenes in the war; Heiji views the meadow Shinichi shared with him; baby Shinichi cronches on a star; Heiji watches the parade celebrating the war effort; and Shinichi stares fondly at Heiji within the castle.

Anyways, have some bonus doodles I made while working on this piece to keep me sane c:

(^ this is my celebratory doodle that I drew right after I submitted the artwork. I'm going to hibernate now thanks LMAO)

[emmavakarian-theirin]

the way the music died at just the right moment made this so perfect

[johnnyshrine]

★ 114 // “Holographic Sticker”

// This item will be available for sale during THE JOHNNYDROP™, my fundraiser sale to help me move! Drops 05.01.25 on my store.

[tianaahhhh]

[siffrin-gimmick-blog-number-37]

imagine if sif was having a period during the loops and didnt notice until after act 6

daily 16.5: me and my stupid blinding looney tunes gender be like

[that-fish-who-writes]

hello.

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*deep inhale*

KEEFITZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

...uhhhmm.

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what's a keefitz...?

I don't think I've ever heard of such a thing :( sorrryyyy /j

anyways wanna see this cool drawing I made of a certain two characters? :3 !!

[natasha-in-space]

So I'm replaying Ray's After ending rn, and it got me thinking that what I adore so much about Rika as an antagonist is just how damn scary she can be. I always found those who cause harm with good intentions (at least in their point of view) much scarier than those who hurt you with pure intention on hurting you. I think the best example of it is this CG in particular:

Look at that. Such a loving, gentle expression on her face. Probably kissing his forehead. Because she loves him. Heck, without any context, this CG looks even sweet, if you think about it. And yet, all that is while Saeyoung is forcefully sedated on a powerful concoction of drugs even a trained agent like him can't do anything about (and Saeyoung WAS definitely trained to deal with this sort of thing, hence it's mentioned that this is a 'special' kind of drugs). He looks miserable. Bags under his eyes, his expression pained and troubled, even his hair is paler than usual. All that as a direct result of her actions. But she's utterly blind to it. What's scarier, is that she knowingly shuts off her understanding of what's really happening. She's not oblivious to it at all. She just chooses not to see it that way. Simply because she doesn't want to.

Rika is the type of antagonist that will cup your cheek into her warm hand with the most loving of smiles on her face, all while you are getting elixir poured down your throat. Even whispering to you that you're doing great, that the pain will soon pass, and that she can't wait to see you reach the happiness she knows you deserve. I won't be surprised if she even cried genuine tears of compassion during some ceremonies for her believers. All while being the sole reason behind their suffering.

And that's... God, that's terrifying to me. I love that about her.

Rika Kim, they could never make me hate you

[iamfuckingsorry]

"Do you know where we are going next?" I asked ART.

Y'know what, I think maybe I don't need any more Murderbot books. I think maybe ending things here is fucking perfect and as much as I love Wells's writing I'm genuinely not sure it can get better for me.

Like, so much of the books are about MB learning how to be a person, about becoming okay with being a complete individual with everything it entails. The first thing it does once it's actually allowed to decide on its own is it runs away from it all (admittedly to go on a mission to confirm some things about its past, because it genuinely just wants to be *good*). It shoves all its emotions away as much as it's able to. Then shit happens, and it makes its first friends, makes decisions based on these friendships, goes through a lot of emotionally intense situations...

And we get to this point here. MB having zero doubts about going with ART says a lot about its relationship with ART, but it also says a lot about its relationship with its humans - it knows that wherever it goes, when it comes back, the humans will still be there. Its humans actively acknowledge its struggles with being a now-free SecUnit and MB is willing to entertain the discussions to an extent and share information about its deeply personal experiences. Hell, System Collapse ends with MB admitting it might be somewhat broken, but that's okay as long as it can keep doing its job, and agreeing to basically do counselling - this is the guy what would rewatch its favourite TV show again and again in order to avoid acknowledging it even had Emotions a couple books back.

Reading this, I know that MB will be okay. It has hopes and goals and genuinely believes in itself and it has an amazing support system that its willing to lean on for the first time in its life. I'm convinced it'll go on to do great things with ART. And that's really the only thing I need to know.