I started this post with the intent to laugh about how the bachisagi break-up was too dramatic coz it's not like they won't ever see each other again, but then it hit me... There actually was a big chance they won't ever see again.

"It's all over if we lose again..."

"And if we lose again, you'll be the one who gets stolen. I won't be chosen..."

Isagi was full-on panicking here. If he gets kicked out of Blue Lock, then he really never will see Bachira again. It's why he's so depressed.

The two pages below are really important in providing the context for those panels above

"In that moment, my head still hadn't fully grasped... the meaning of what I lost here that which I now have to chase."

Not including the image, but there's also this line: "I feel like I just lost something important."

Isagi had made the egotistical choice in playing against Rin's team despite knowing the risks involved... But it was only after he lost that he actually understood what exactly he was risking. It wasn't just the threat of getting kicked out of Blue Lock and having his dreams crushed. It was also the possibility of losing Bachira, his friend, as well as the first person who ever believed in him.

Thus, Isagi spent the rest of the second selection arc dead-set on winning Bachira back. He doesn't care about having such an amazing player like Rin on his team anymore. He just wants Bachira back 😭

Yes yes.. this power couple is hot and badass

But what if they found a cat

The fnaf fandom and the tf fandom have a lot in common

-robot fuckers

-mpreg (i do not wish to elaborate)

-guy who’s part robot and part human thats rotting away

incredibly real

So I spoke somewhat about my thoughts on Emanator Sampo here, but I never really thought of it from a design point of view or what kind of powers he would have until just recently. But I actually kind of love leaning into it from a "stage hand" perspective?

Because like. Aha's body in THEIR official art is completely black, giving attention to all the fun brightly colored things around THEM. And that's so fitting for Sampo! He usually prefers to be a side character. He likes to act from the shadows. His is a much more subtle hand.

So I wonder if as an Emanator, a lot of his clothes are actually very dark? Not necessarily plain, still extravagant and needlessly detailed in things like cut and quality with lots of different fabrics and textures and ornamentation, but dark. Or maybe even his skin itself becomes blackened further down his body; his hands in particular are dark, as a sort of sleight of hand reference.

The motif of a lot of straps wrapped around him like in his canon design is still present, but they're all loose and flowing off of him like paper streamers now instead of restraining him or holding him together. He is no longer contained! Or maybe they're still a bit more rigid/heavy, but just draped more like red stage curtains!

And this is like. Fully self-indulgent, but I love inhuman designs, and there's nothing in canon to say I can't do this, so screw it! Go for broke!! Maybe it's not visible to normal people, but Sampo having a second set of arms would be really cool, as further sleight of hand reference. One set is almost normal looking, but his hands are a bright, attention-drawing white, and the other is dark, set almost in the shadows of the first arms, to act less noticeably.

He also has something of a broken heart design to him in canon (the front of his black shirt with its jagged shape down the middle; his coat looks like a full heart shape in the back), and I actually like him keeping that element as an Emanator, because I think it suits him. Sampo says his taste in aesthetics and views on Elation involve human dignity,

and the story he helps create in Belobog involves the long and winding road of resistance and survival and eventual triumph in the face of some very adverse, oppressing odds. (I'm pretty sure I heard he once called Wildfire "artless" though, plus the man acts like he thinks Shame is some kind of dessert, so like ndkdjzjskkd) But the point being!!

I think Sampo is someone who can appreciate heartbreak and angst and tragedy in a story, because it makes the victory at the end all the sweeter. And this would be another thing he shares with Aha, because I think THEY did bless the Mourning Actors partly just to be a little shit, but also because Aha does recognize tragedy as part of THEIR Path, too, and you can see it in some of the game. So a broken heart motif can still suit him, and I like him having elements of both comedy and tragedy. Like his clothing having a happy sun/sad moon (like the moon in Aha's art) or him having both of the traditional comedy/tragedy masks in his design.

And as Emanator, Sampo can maybe play with the stage settings environment, too. Like lights sometimes behave strangely around him, appearing blindingly bright to someone or dramatically dark. Sampo wills it and suddenly there seems to be a metaphorical spotlight right where he wants everyone to look. And when he doesn't want to be noticed, his face seems to be cast in shadow, he seemingly just fades into the background, no one notices or recognizes him and he sneaks away easily. He can create smoke or fog literally out of thin air without his bombs now, too, the air will just suddenly thicken until his stage is obscured, and Sampo can set the scene as he pleases or disappear without a trace.

And in line with being a stage hand, Sampo can direct attention like no other. He was already extremely good at this as a normal mortal, and becoming an Emanator only took it up to 11, past human limits. Sampo points, and all present feel compelled to follow his fingertip. He looks away, and they all follow his gaze. He can even affect the mood of an audience; he can influence everyone to be calm and placid or he can whip them into a feverish frenzy. Sometimes a crowd will start to become unsettled, agitation stirring until it boils over, until it incites a full on violent mob.

And in the middle of all that chaos will stand one perfectly calm figure, face cast in shadow, until they quietly slip away out of sight.

since it's over my dash today, when i draw comics, this is my "divorced" zukka au: That they choose their duties over their personal lives. Sokka out of love and obligation. And Zuko out of love for his people...but also out of guilt and fear that he'll end up like his father. And they got together, briefly, wonderfully, before they had to part ways. It was the culmination of years of pining and worrying about their friendship, and for a brief moment, they think they can have a future before reality and their own choices ruins it for them, and Sokka leaves and Zuko stays. They didn't get the chance to be happy together and now it hurts too much to even be friends. Because all that's left between them is what could have been. And sometimes they'll have to do a mission together and things will click back into place like they were meant to be, just like boiling rock, and they'll be reminded of what a good team they make and how much trust they have in each other. And Zuko is reminded that he hasn't really smiled that way in years because Sokka's the only one who can make him that happy, and that realization comes with a bitter twist inside him because he knows it's fleeting, and it's not fair that he can only be happy with someone who lives across the world. And Sokka remembers what it feels like to have warmth and sure footing. What it felt like to be with the one person he could completely let go with and know he'd be caught if he fell. And how he missed hearing the sound of Zuko's laugher so much he has trouble enjoying his own jokes because it just feels a little bit empty without the person he wanted to spend his life with by his side to hear them.

And then, the mission ends, and they're having to say goodbye, again, and it hurts more and more each time until neither of them are able to face it at all.

"Nothing illegal" in my Fairy Tail fanfiction? girl...what. lmao 60% of that story is a running joke about property damage.

How does it feel to call papang daddiest before only friends 😂

NONONONONONONONONO WAIT HANG ON

I called him the daddest dad, not the daddiest

the most dad, he is very dad, he is a father

don’t put this on my record, please I beg of you

although I must admit: it feels pretty good to have beaten gmmtv in something, so if it has to be this, I’ll take it

hello umm would you draw vladcard & his big boobies?? 🍑🍑

Vlad has fed the boobies the peaches provided <3

Ever wonder what happens to those final girls? After all their plans go belly up and all their weapons fail? After their defenses crumble and they've been shot in the head? After they've trusted the wrong people, made the wrong choices, and opened themselves up at the worst possible moments? After their lives are ruined and they're left at thirty-eight years old with nothing in the bank, no kids, no lover, and nothing to their name but a couple of ghosts and a handful of broken-down friends? I know what happens to those girls. They turn into women. And they live.

The Final Girl Support Group, by Grady Hendrix

living in america is literally just like. yeah i could probably benefit from inpatient mental health services but honestly the resulting medical bills would just make me want to kill myself even more

Tybalt Capulet

Romeo & Juliette 2010 → Mercutio

having long ago made the executive decision to sublimate MUCH more of my rage over all the ways my body identity and personhood have been violated over the course of my life on levels both mental physical domestic and systemic into my writing by the way

me since last night

[chiluc angel au]

lore drop! diluc always wears a translucent veil to cover their face, and bc of magic, it can't be blown upwards by the wind to reveal how they look. it can, however, be blown against them so ajax can see the contours of their features. all this does is make him more curious though.

open for better quality | no reposts | ID under the cut

[Image description: A three page traditional comic of a scene from my Chiluc Angel AU.

On the first page, Ajax washes dishes at the kitchen sink while Diluc sits on the couch behind him, reading a book. "You're always wearing your veil, even at home," says Ajax. "Why won't you show me your face, Master Angel?"

"Mortals cannot comprehend my appearance," replies Diluc.

A tiny Ajax face at the bottom of the page laughs a "haha" with furrowed brows.

On the second page, Ajax says, "Okay, so you're self-confident. But still, not even a little peek?"

"No, what I meant was-" Diluc starts.

On the third page, Diluc finishes his sentence with, "you would literally be blinded."

A serious air and gloom hang over the scene.

Ajax is silent for a moment, and then responds, "You know what? Nevermind then."

"A wise choice," says Diluc.]