After tour you and Harry would decide to stay in Italy for a bit at his place…the next morning you’d wake up super early, only in his T-shirt and go out on the balcony watching the sunrise and just reflecting on life😔feeling so overwhelmed with emotion and pride that you just watched the love of your life complete the greatest journey of his life😔 and now you get to spend all your days loving up on him😔 and when you’re so caught up in thought you feel 2 bare arms wrap around your middle and a scruffy face kiss into your neck😔 he’d hold you and not even say anything either because you know he feels the emotions too😔 just staring out watching the sunrise😔 after some time he says “thank you” and you look up at him and say “hm?”😔 and he’d say “These past 2 years wouldn’t have been what they were without my best friend…thank you”😔😔 you’d turn around still in his arms and wrap yours around his neck😔 because of the height he’d lift you up and bit and set you on the ledge to get a proper hug😔your legs around his waist😔

IM GONNA KILL MYSELF WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS THE SOFTEST SWEETEST THING IVE EVER READ OH MY GODDDCNBFHIDJFKCJVHFIRJFNBVHHFIJDKFNCBHJIRKFJNBHJIFJNVBHFHUJIKFJNBHHEJINBFJ PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE THIS IS ALL I WANTTTTTTTT 😔😔😔😔😔😭😭😭😭😭

They got you under pressure, doing overtime 🎶

Pedro Pascal x Star Wars credits

TOMORROW X TOGETHER ✙ minisode 3: TOMORROW Concept Trailer

sorry if you’ve already been asked, but what’s your favorite FNaF game?

I’m a “Pizza Simulator” truther, it’s just the best one, though I’ll be honest “Help wanted 2” has really risen through the ranks for me, its probably my second favourite (that might update if the DLC pops off)

Sister location and FNAF 2 are close behind, they were OG faves

Whenever I talk about Kim and Harry getting married I inevitably get people in my notes saying things like "they wouldn't get married because no one is married in Revachol anymore" which like sure but also that is definitely a doomer hyperbole. Judit is married, plaisance is married, and Billie and Tommy. Lilienne was married too, and so was Trant. Plenty of people get married in Revachol, and besides that, we know that Harry *wants* to be married. He wanted Dora to be his wife. He still refers to her as his ex-wife and is so incredibly disappointed when he finds out she wasn't. Jean said "no one is married anymore" and that's become like some irrefutable Canon people have adopted but you have to remember Jean is one of the most miserable cunts in the game, of course he's gonna be pessimistic about this *especially* since it was said to Harry, the guy he spends most of the game antagonizing.

I guess my point is that I refuse to believe Harry wouldn't want Kim to wife him up first chance they get just because of a grumpy ass comment made by a dude with the world record for largest stick up ass.

me as the pokemiku my friends assigned for me on priv :] NORMAL-type boy who's also a girl with his three porygons

Harveston was a very fun event (that I really wanted to post about before lmao life got in the way)

I never expected this wacky group of individuals to have such a fun dynamic but then again, such is the nature of TWST innit

୨୧ . 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

you need to first believe in order to see.

you’re not "creating" a state of consciousness because they all exist within you awaiting occupancy. the means are not up to you to determine. you're only asked to accept it by claiming yourself to be via I AM.

the outside world will mold to you because it is the only thing it is able to do.

you always need to keep in mind that you don’t imagine in order to change the 3d and get instant results, but ONLY to accept that you have it in the 4d.

doubt is a reflection of your disbelief in yourself.

we are the creators of our own lives and thus, the only validation we need comes from within.

to persist is to continue being how you’ve accepted to be within, despite your outer world, by trusting what you’ve just accepted

whatever you accept to be true has to be physically projected. the mental acts you perform in your mind predict the appearance of the outer world.

Cure Nyammy 👑🩵🐾✨

Concept art by Bill Schwab

ok fine don’t twist my leg but my brain is feeling emotional and sappy so…..you hid your breakup from all of your friends knowing this wedding was coming up. Everyone always saw you as the perfect couple so you know telling them would hurt them just as much and just make for a tense celebration of your friends so you decided to wait until after their big day. you were the one who ended things just out of personal commitment issues. You truly had the perfect relationship which ultimately scared you…but you’re both in the wedding party together, he’d walk you down the isle. You’d sit with each other at dinner and just act like everything is ok. And same goes for when a slow song comes on and everyone is getting up to go dance with their partners. He’d look at you and whisper “we don’t have to….” And you’d get up and lace your fingers into his and say “Its ok” and pull him onto the dance floor😔 you’d wrap your arms around his neck, his around your waist😔 after a minute of just swaying and trying to avoid eye contact because you’re trying your best not to cry, he’s finally the one to talk saying “I thought we’d be next” and that’s when you look at him teary eyed😔 you’d just softly say “harry…” and nothing else could really come out of your mouth😔 and because emotions are so heightened he’d say “We were supposed to be next….I had a ring….I have a ring” and you physically lose your breath for a minute at this confession😔😔 at this point you have full tears streaming down your face. Although you really want to have the conversation you know it’d be impossible to do it there without anybody noticing. You say “Harry we can’t…not right now” and he’d say “We don’t have to. Just know I’m not giving up on you”😔 you’d just put your head on his chest and softly say “Please don’t” because you know you’ll always find your way back to him😔😔😔😔😔

OHHHHHHHHHHHH MY FUCKING GOD..................THIS JUST MADE ME SO FUCKING EMO WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKKKFJNVBHUFJNHFJIDK I LOVE THIS SO MUCH HE WOULD NEVER GIVE UP AND THIS WOULD START THE NEXT CHAPTER OF HIM TRYING TO GET YOU GUYS BACK TOGETHER 😭😭😭😭😭

IVE 'IVE Switch' — Concept Photo #5

i know we don't know much about wriothesley but

con man reader x wriothesley tho

MANNNN that would be, like, one of the most satisfying slow burn enemies/rivals to lovers with Wriothesley ever HAHAH

(I,,,,, got so carried away with this. So very very carried away with this oh my god.)

Like imagine the reader being a con artist, but in a robin-hood esque kind? Like, they scam a lot of the corrupt nobles and the residents of the higher-end of the city that wouldn't even feel a few hundred thousands of mora leaving their pocket, all for them to use it to support the residents of Fontaine that the rich don't often bat an eye at.

And the reader is good at sneaking around and being a criminal (being an antihero, you would argue) but the authorities of Fontaine are also good at their job, and you've been caught once. For your first transgression, you had been sent to the Fortress of Meropide for just a few months. Then, Wriothesley didn't think much of you. You were just a convict under his care for a bit. Attractive, maybe, and perhaps the first time he saw you he couldn't help but think that you're his type. In your time in the fortress, you even converse with him a little bit, and he learns about you and your motivations and who you really are. He won't lie and say that he doesn't enjoy talking to you, or that he won't miss the way you both easily fall into conversation like puzzle pieces. But for your own sake, he hoped that he wouldn't see you in this prison ever again.

But then, when your time is up and you're let out back into society, it isn't even three weeks before news reaches his ears about your newest scam, and how the guards are on the hunt for you once again. When he hears the news, his hand is already reaching up to cover his eyes and massage his temples. He sighs, deep and frustrated at your antics because what the fuck.

You're caught sooner than later, and once more toted back to the Fortress of Meropide, and Wriothesley is there to chew you out for being an idiot and landing yourself back there again, this time with a much longer sentence.

("Oh, don't be so mean to me, Wriothesley. You're going to make me think you're not happy to see me!"

"Well I'm certainly not happy to see you practically on my doorstep in handcuffs. Again." )

But to his utter bewilderment, you somehow manage to escape the fortress. He doesn't know how the hell you did it, and no investigation that anyone tried to do over the coming weeks turned up any signs to how you did it. It's like you just upped and vanished out of the Fortress one day. You even managed to snag your weapon and your vision from their storage room on your way out! If he wasn't so flabbergasted that you pulled it off, Wriothesley might have actually been impressed.

You con more people, you continue to rob from the rich to give to the poor, and Wriothesley reads all about it in the paper. Then you're caught just like before, and Wriothesley is once again receiving you at the entrance of the fortress, though he can't help but think that you look much too happy with yourself to be there.

("Should I be expecting an escape attempt from you anytime soon?"

"I only just got here and you're already planning for my leave? Looks like you missed me much less than I missed you."

"Just–" He sighs. "Can you not escape again? I'm not exactly looking forward to greeting you a fourth time, you know."

"No promises, warden!")

No promises, indeed. You escape a third time, and a fourth, and a fifth, and a sixth, and a seventh. Each time, you do it without leaving a trace and without much fuss. You're just there one day and gone the next. No surveillance or maximum security measures hinders you at all.

Each time you come back, a wide grin on your face, calling out your greeting to him before he can even begin to scold you. Each time you're back, you have new stories to tell him of the things you'd done in your freedom (in-between gathering funds for those under your care, of course.) You tell him of travelling to Liyue and sampling their food. Of going to Mondstadt and learning of their culture. You're even gone to Snezhenaya, and felt the chilly air freeze you to your very bones.

The eighth time you're brought to the Fortress, however, you seem a little different. When you talk to him, it's not about how you pulled off your latest endeavor or your newest discovery in a far-off land that doesn't know your name.

("The people that I provide for... they've told me they're happy now. That I don't need to risk myself for their sake anymore."

Wriothesley remains silent, and you shoulder on. You don't look at him, eyes towards the ceiling of the fortress, gaze locked on some far-off view hidden beneath the miles and miles of ocean that traps you in.

"They told me that I should be living my life for myself now, and that I should look for my own happiness."

"And?" he asks. "Will you?"

You look at him then. You're deep in thought as you stare at him, mulling the thought over in your mind. Your own happiness. For once, the look in your eyes is unreadable. Wriothesley can't make heads or tails of what you're thinking in that moment, all he knows is that this is possibly the most somber he's ever seen you.

"...I don't quite know if i should.")

You escape again, because of course you do. But unlike every other time, there is no word of you even a week after you're gone. No mention in the papers of any of your newest schemes, no indications of anyone in Fontaine having sighted you. The only mention is how you've escaped and the authorities are on the prowl for you once more.

Even after another two weeks, then a month, then several months, you don't pop back up again, and your deeds eventually fade from the forefront of public concern. For some reason though, Wriothesley can't help but still search for your name in the papers every day. Because, and against everything telling him that he absolutely should not hold sentiments for you, he does, in fact, miss you. Quite a lot, actually. But above all else, he's glad that you're somewhere else, hopefully living a better life, hopefully looking for your own happiness now. And secretly, even though he shouldn't, he still hopes that he can meet you again one day, and that you'll regale him of even more stories of what you've been up to while you were gone.

(Years pass. Many of the Fontaine rich have forgotten about you. What you've stolen from them was easily made back, after all. Wriothesley, however, has never once stopped wondering about how you're doing.

It's during a bright spring day in the city while he passes by a new cafe. He's heard this one originates outside of Fontaine, and that had been popular enough to open a branch here. It's still early enough that no one has yet entered, and he thinks to himself that it wouldn't hurt to learn what all the fuss is about.

When he enters the counter is devoid of personnel, and he thinks that they must still be preparing supplies in the back, so he takes his time in looking through the menu.

"The Valberry Black Tea is one of our bestsellers. Just the right flavor combination of the fruity sweetness of the berries while still holding onto the mild bitterness of our black tea. I think you'd like that one."

And there you are, leaning over the counter with a wide grin that's all too familiar to Wriothesley. To his relief, you seem happy. Brighter, even, than before. These last few years have been kind to you, is a thought that brings a smile to his face and a skip to his heart.

"I made that one specifically hoping that you'd try it one day, and that it would be to your liking," you tell him, straightening up and readying all you need to make his drink. Over your shoulder, you flash him a fond smile, and he can't tear his eyes away. "Grab a seat and I'll be right with you. There is so much catching up we have to do.")

Aphrodite

Look I might be aroace but Aphrodite is just absolutely fascinating to me

Concept art by Lisa Keene