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[dd-al-gi-reblogs]

hi i’m ddalgi !!

this is my side blog where I reblog and lurk heheh ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

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be sure to follow my main @dd-al-gi for art and other content from me !! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

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main fandoms: twst, fe, jjk, hsr, pokemon

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!!! MDNI PLEASE !!! I am an adult and like to reblog suggestive content at times ૮꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ა

[lacquerheadd]

tucking a flower behind his ear and getting my hand sliced off…

[belimah]

The Last Of The Real Ones - Ryomen Sukuna art by icord23

[wondeurland]

"𝑜ℎ 𝑚𝑦… 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑛-𝑝𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑟!”

HIDDEN AWAY IN A TRANSFORMED STORAGE ROOM OF THE BLUE LOCK FACILITY...

you'll hear it before you see it. behind a brightened door that lights up the dim hallway leaks a symphony of a worn-out sewing machine's rattle that's done its fair share of overtime, a scathed record player echoing joão gilberto's amoroso album for the nth time, and the not-so occasional shrill "ow!" resulted from the prick of a needle poking skin one too many times.

knock to the first measure of shave and a haircut if you need assistance, then wait for them to call aloud, "two bits!" to enter. you'll know you've found the right place if you find yourself slipping on scraps of fabric upon your first step, so catch yourself properly! they're easy to spot, given their workstation is the centerpiece of it all.

she'll be awkwardly hunched over, most likely scribbling on a new design for one of the team's players' conference looks or re-stitching broken seams of a jersey with utmost concentration before she looks up to give you a look of curiosity and intrigue before breaking out into a grin. she won't ask you what you're here for first—she'll ask you instead if you'd like a cup of tea. don't ask... just say yes.

(there may be a chance someone will be sitting on the nearby couch. sometimes, it may be a rugged, but handsome blonde lounging about before shooting you a suspicious look. or it may be a charming young man cleaning his glasses who you think you've seen before in a fashion advertisement. or perhaps an eagle-eyed gentleman whose sharp features don't do much to soften the smirk he sends you. don't pay them too much mind—they're frequent visitors.)

𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑟!

meow i mean Hi. yayyy bllk!alice is finally home :D!!!!!! and a full reveal of the pfp i definitely do not feel a tad bit queasy about posting this ahhaahhahah :B..... i wanted to initially make a whole sheet abt her lore but in all honesty, the best i can come up with is that she was an apprentice to a small-town designer that eventually left due to "creative differences" (aka the designer was too traditional and a stick in the mud!!!), travelled the world for inspiration before meeting anri in japan, then opportunity to design jerseys and event looks for the players. it’s kind of serving nothingburger rn BUT IM WORKING ON IT (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾! comm is by xirimiwi on tiktok! mar was so awesome and sweet to work with and i was just absolutely blown away with the final result! do consider commissioning her (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧!!!!

[cha3blu]

passing through

[cha3blu]

moin

[cha3blu]

do we fw bootveil

[wondeurland]

"𝑜ℎ 𝑚𝑦… 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑛-𝑝𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑟!”

HIDDEN AWAY IN A TRANSFORMED STORAGE ROOM OF THE BLUE LOCK FACILITY...

you'll hear it before you see it. behind a brightened door that lights up the dim hallway leaks a symphony of a worn-out sewing machine's rattle that's done its fair share of overtime, a scathed record player echoing joão gilberto's amoroso album for the nth time, and the not-so occasional shrill "ow!" resulted from the prick of a needle poking skin one too many times.

knock to the first measure of shave and a haircut if you need assistance, then wait for them to call aloud, "two bits!" to enter. you'll know you've found the right place if you find yourself slipping on scraps of fabric upon your first step, so catch yourself properly! they're easy to spot, given their workstation is the centerpiece of it all.

she'll be awkwardly hunched over, most likely scribbling on a new design for one of the team's players' conference looks or re-stitching broken seams of a jersey with utmost concentration before she looks up to give you a look of curiosity and intrigue before breaking out into a grin. she won't ask you what you're here for first—she'll ask you instead if you'd like a cup of tea. don't ask... just say yes.

(there may be a chance someone will be sitting on the nearby couch. sometimes, it may be a rugged, but handsome blonde lounging about before shooting you a suspicious look. or it may be a charming young man cleaning his glasses who you think you've seen before in a fashion advertisement. or perhaps an eagle-eyed gentleman whose sharp features don't do much to soften the smirk he sends you. don't pay them too much mind—they're frequent visitors.)

𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑟!

meow i mean Hi. yayyy bllk!alice is finally home :D!!!!!! and a full reveal of the pfp i definitely do not feel a tad bit queasy about posting this ahhaahhahah :B..... i wanted to initially make a whole sheet abt her lore but in all honesty, the best i can come up with is that she was an apprentice to a small-town designer that eventually left due to "creative differences" (aka the designer was too traditional and a stick in the mud!!!), travelled the world for inspiration before meeting anri in japan, then opportunity to design jerseys and event looks for the players. it’s kind of serving nothingburger rn BUT IM WORKING ON IT (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾! comm is by xirimiwi on tiktok! mar was so awesome and sweet to work with and i was just absolutely blown away with the final result! do consider commissioning her (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧!!!!

[yourbigsisnissi]

A part of being an adult is living with regret and not allowing it to consume you. The older you get, the more mistakes you’ve made, opportunities you’ve missed, people you’ve disappointed. And every day you have to remind yourself to be kind and forgiving of yourself. You accept and love the you from the past and understand that it’s all a part of the process. Then you move on and live your best life, knowing now as old as you feel today, you’ll never be this young again.

[notahorseindisguise]

the "came back wrong" trope except like... they didnt. like this mad scientists wife died, and so he studied necromancy, brought her back, and she came back and it all worked. like she came back exactly the same as she was before with literally no difference. but the scientist guy is like "oh no... what have i done.... shes Different now!!!! she came back Wrong!!!!" and shes just like. chilling. reading a book. cooking dinner. shes just so so normal but in the guys mind hes like "oh shes soooo weird" but shes just normal

[mysticorset]

Peer reviewed tags from @somanyofthekids

[notahorseindisguise]

NO its a JOKE and YOU DONT GET IT. ITS NOT THAT DEEP

[hiveswap]

While she was dead he put his memory of her on such a high pedestal that she could never live up to it alive

[midnight-revolucion]

alternatively‚ she came back perfectly fine but he thinks she came back wrong‚ because the tragic reality is that he never actually knew his wife

[notahorseindisguise]

im going INSANE thats MY POST.

[marlinspirkhall]

It's your post but the journey to posting it changed it to such a degree that even its closest intimacies are now foreign to you. Sorry dude.

[floryd]

happy birthday to leona and the release of season 2 being december!!!

after a long week, i have finally finished drawing the 3rd years as maids, which i said i would for my 10k special on tiktok, but instead happy almost 3k on there, and a happy 1.4k here!!

[zipzapfrogboy]

Gojo makes one mediocre joke and Homofag McQueer over here laughs his ass off like it’s the funniest thing in the world

[lacquerheadd]

i hate him bro

[lillustrated]

Sketch Dump :D

I started these aaaaaages ago but never got round to finishing them and I'm unsure if I will, but I thought it'd be nice to post them here.

[rinaxs]

thinking about going on a date with sukuna and getting drinks. it should be assumed that the towering man with tattoos head to toe and a mean mug will chug the beer right?

"one frozen strawberry margarita and one large draft modelo, please," you tell the server. she writes it in her notebook and leaves with a smile and a promise to return with the drinks. when she does return with the drinks in hand, she places the margarita in front of you and the beer in front of sukuna. you and sukuna look at each other but sukuna does a much better job of hiding his grin. to save the girl from the possible embarrassment, the two of you order your entrees and wait until she leaves. once she is out of sight, the two of you switch drinks in perfect sync.

after all, it wasn't the first time this happened whenever the two of you went out. who would have thought that sukuna—the personification of scary dog privileges—would enjoy a fruity slush drink over a nice, ice-cold beer?

sure, he could hold his alcohol just as well as the next person, if not better, and before the two of you got together, he was a beer man through and through. he never thought he would see the day where he would prefer a nice pinacolada over a bottle of corona. that doesn't change the fact that the two of you would still do shots together and whatnot. but for some reason, sukuna found it so refreshing to have a margarita instead of a draft beer.

"god forbid a man doesn't want to drink beer for the rest of his life," sukuna complains to you when you poke fun at him for sipping on his margarita.

"oh im sorry, diva," you respond sarcastically. "do you want a cosmo after you finish that?"

"i could still out drink you, woman."

"in margaritas, sure. you've gotten me beat there."

the two of you continue to bicker and just when your server comes back into view, you switch drinks once more flawlessly. making it seem as if sukuna did indeed chug the beer. as an added effect, you take a little sip of the margarita as well. your server puts down the drinks and asks if the two of you need any refills.

"can i have another margarita?" sukuna says. the young girl's face says it all before sukuna quickly adds on, "for my wife, of course."

"and another beer for you, sir?"

sukuna looks at you and watches as you nod your head eagerly. he sighs, "sure, why not. thanks, kid."

once again, a margarita is placed in front of you as your beer sits in front of sukuna. it isn't until the two of you pay and leave that it's revealed who truly drinks what. your server waves you goodbye and wishes you a good day before turning to look at the table and realizing that the beers belonged to you while your rather terrifying husband had three margaritas.

but, unfortunately, no one would ever believe her. i mean, there's no way a man like ryomen sukuna would ever enjoy fruity margaritas... right?

woah im back ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜ sorry i've been mia guys... these past few weeks have been so busy.... but this js randomly came to me after work i had to share!

taglist!! @cttelina @bunbun812 @oksukuna @kriitee @bleepybl00p @sailormarsinanotherlife @sushikuna @icebearcucumber @cheacheasstuff @duckie3801 @alebrasil0101 @blogster-b33 @miaszt @thegirlulike

[oavailius]

.ᐟ ᛝ.˚ 𝑳𝒂 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂

𓃬 𓃮 𓃬 𓃮

Yes, this was meant for his bday but I'm several days late.... But yet, happy bday to my king 🥹🩵 I look forward to another year!

𑣲 🩻 ᛝ Artist's Note: Didn't wanna draw his card this year so I went off and designed my own outfit for him. I mean I did it before in the past, in 2024 so...

But omg! This is the first time I've drawn a full background again and I miss it! I miss it so much! Plz look at my lovely background, I am in love with it myself 🥹

LIKE LOOK. ITS SO GORGEOUS! SHOVES LEONA ASIDE IM SO PROUDDD

[lilithkleia]

because i don’t want to be in anyone’s arms but yours.

your ex boyfriend, sukuna is used to you patching him after games—with you no longer in his life, he can feel his skin start to crawl with you so out of reach. that is until his nephew, yuji, decides to give you a call. ⸝⸝ art :: @/679sinner ⸝⸝ cw :: panic attacks

sukuna could feel his heart trying to thump out of his chest while the referee raised his arm to declare his win. he'd won, again and again, time after time, so why'd it feel so worthless now? he could feel the cut on his lip, the taste of blood lingering on his tongue while a sense of dread settled in his stomach.

because this time around, it wouldn't be a familiar pair of arms cupping his face, it wouldn't be you gently trying to dress his wounds, it'd have to be a blur of different medics and nurses taking care of him. and the very thought had his stomach lurching.

the scent of iodine hit him first—something he never paid attention to while he rushed in the medic's ward, he was used to making a beeline towards you, with his head immediately resting in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent until his mind finally clears. sukuna ryomen no longer had that privilege.

he sat on one of the beds, his wounds getting treated and for a second he felt like crawling out of his skin. because it felt wrong, having someone else see him like this after his matches, dressing his wounds, a job that was once dearly yours, watching them move their hands on him, he could feel pits forming in his stomach.

he wanted to bite something—yell, scream, shove the nurse off of him, absolutely anything to have her stop touching his skin. 

and it was unfair—it'd been months since he talked to you so why was getting bad now? he ruined this in the first place, avoiding you, trying to recklessly ruin the relationship because he didn't think he deserved you. it was his fucking fault to begin with.

and it only started to flood his brain now, how his entire world revolved around you, how you were basically everywhere—in the seat that you always sat at when he fought, in the ward when he finished a fight, and in the corner of the room, talking to his friends, laughing with a drink in hand like tomorrow was always promised to the two of you.

"fuck."

"sorry, did that sting, sir?" the nurse was sitting up, moving the cotton swab away from his face, her eyes filled with concern, and for a second if sukuna shut his eyes he could've pretended it was you. 

he simply grunted in response, holding onto the wall and pulling himself together.

"we're done here, right?" he could barely get the words out, his heart starting to beat a mile a minute while he tried to push through, making a beeline for his car before jamming his keys in and driving back home.

he barely acknowledged yuji on the couch, collapsing in his room the second he walked in, trying to level his breathing desperately while the room started to close in on him.

your presence still lingered—it always did, the way you'd dim the lights, the way the smell of your shampoo would stay on the pillows, now the place smelled too clean. his life was scrubbed clean of you, the sheets were white, your books and figurines were no longer littered around his place and all of it felt so wrong.

his brain was running a mile a minute, trying to reach for any remnants of your presence in the room, barely noticing yuji walk into his room.

"uncle are you okay..?" it sounded like he was walking on ice, and sukuna's breath hitched in his throat, choking on his own words while trying to answer.

"i'm fine, yuji, get out of my room." 

it's almost as if he was helpless without you. because, you, oh you always knew what to do—pulling him closer to your chest, wrapping your arms around him while he forgot about the outside world, but now he was by himself.

stuck in a room that was barebones, tangled in sheets where you once lay, choking on his own saliva while the walls of the massive room moved closer, his lungs barely working, his skin itching in the exact spots the nurse had treated, tempting him to itch them until they bled, just anything to get his body to stop trembling like a leaf.

he tried to stop dissociating, holding onto the sheets, trying to execute the things his therapist had taught him, but fuck, it was harder to focus the more his vision blurred and blacked out, he could barely overhear yuji dialing your number.

—

"hey y/n?" yuji sounded panicked, it'd been months since he tried to call you, ever since sukuna.

"yeah, yuji what's wrong?" you asked, because yuji only ever called when sukuna was in trouble.

"it's sukuna again, do you think you could—."

"i'm on my way."

because no matter what happened, some things never changed, and the only person who could drag sukuna's mind back was you, it always had been you. and that would never change.

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you were there in a flurry, speeding through the roads before barging in, still holding onto the copy of the keys you had to his place.

"where is he."

yuji pointed in the direction of his room, watching you almost sprint there.

"ryo."

you could see him snap out of it, jolting up almost immediately the second he heard you, staring at you with his pupils dialating like a prey animal while you inched closer to him.

"it's been a while, huh?" you tried to make things seem lighthearted, seating yourself at the edge of your bed before he moved you closer to him, moving you onto his lap and crushing you in his arms, wrapping them around your waist until it was almost suffocating but after months, sukuna felt safe.

his eyes were already brimming with tears, with your hands reaching to run your fingers through your hair, with his head rested on the crook of your neck, flipping you over until he was laying on top of you.

his mind was still a fucked up mess, his wounds barely treated his mind just fixated on how he lost you—he could barely believe you were here with him now, holding him like you used you, your expression kind and calm, he had to hold onto you tight enough to make sure you were real. that you were actually here.

he was sniffling against you, clinging to you like a child, the choked sobs leaving his throat while he held onto you.

"i guess some things don't change, ryo."

"don't leave."

"w—what?"

"don't leave again. i'll be good this time, i swear. i'll do everything right, i can't risk losing you again."

and in all the time you'd known sukuna, that was the most genuine he'd ever been. and that scared the living shit out of you. but, there was nothing to lose, right?

did i lose my edge u guys. guys.

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[dd-al-gi-reblogs]

highkenuinely made me cry bc it felt so real but holy moly is this peak