#but uhh posting these anyway ig

[bugprinz]

and the crowd goes MILD!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥(doodle dump)

[zosanbrainrot]

zosantober day 12 - spicy

mandatory supplies stop

[bonicedemandarina]

Uhhh here u go vat7k fanart to start the year!!!

Sorry it looks so messy it was supposed to be a lil sketch but it got out of hand very quickly

CLOSE UPS

[hopelesslovebug]

warmth

[do not tag as ship art]

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

a small half-finished comic for my dentist au-i was gonna put more but I got tired

Eclipse notices something's missing, ehehe

(Context is that Sun let Eclipse (V2) go instead of shooting him in to another dimension with star power and kicks him out of the plex-he's out on the streets in the first panel)

[mistykaru]

he wedge (heathen for putting shoes on the couch yes ok move past it)

[ripe-beetle]

Azumi!! 🐰🌟

[noel-levine-fan]

i don't think sirius would really be online much in a modern world, he despises people and doesn't need any more stupidity in his life, i think the only accounts he would have would be like an account that claire made him make so she could friend him that he literally never uses, but if he was on social media, i feel like most of his interactions would go like this

i also think he would take "your mom" jokes VERY poorly

[bachirasbodyguard]

Ok I can't not talk about this for any longer.

What the FUCK is up with Blue Lock chapter 156???? you know the one where Bastard is doing the obstacle course? Please look closely

What the fuck is all of that 😭😭 First of all, where in the actual fuck does it all fit in the building???? based on the fucking size of this shit it takes up like a third of the entire Blue Lock complex and for what reason?? also why does everything suddenly look like the manga takes place in the year 2723??

Also, why did they have to make this room so needlessly huge, like? Why is the ceiling 60 meters tall just for them to run on the ground and then up a lil??

And don't even get me started on this fucking shit.

Like are you actually for fucking real telling me they have discovered how to levitate objects in the BL universe and NO ONE cares?? look at the first panel again. An entire walkway is just suspended in the air on NOTHING?? Like the micro-translators were already pretty crazy but THIS is some fucking Star Wars, Blade Runner, The Jetsons type shit like???

and what would happen to Igaguri if he fell off here (the ground is like 5 stories below)? WOULD HE JUST DIE???

And how many tens of millions of dollars did it cost to build this futuristic ass obstacle course with fucking invisible screens and levitating platforms that was just COMPLETELY unused before this one tiny part of the blue lock players came here

No fucking wonder this institution is going bankrupt like holy shit.

And no one said anything about this obstacle course in character too like hello? is this normal to you????? I can not fucking believe we got this one absolutely insane, bizzare, world-breaking chapter and then just moved on like nothing happened 😭😭

[unknownarmageddon]

What if I told you I was a furry

[i-am-sleepyzz]

Everyone say good job on your first animatic

Or animation not sure witch it is uhhh yea

The song is valentines day by kawaiivocal go check it out!!

I ment to add the lyrics but i forgot

(´ε｀ ) anyway if you want lyrics I'll put them down here

"I am going to confess on valentines day so wait uo for me after school"

"Eh!?"

"Your free after school today right?"

"Mm"

"Be prepared!"

"Okay"

"Why is your face all red?"

"This is basicly a confession.."

"AH"

"Forget I said anything.."

[mourn-and-watch]

Some time after the Blight ends, they're invited to Redcliffe. There's going to be a statue in their honour, the letter says, made by one of the best Fereldan artists — and it needs their approval for some reason. A formal one, of course. “At least they didn't pay Orlesians. Let them stick to their fancy chateaus,” Alistair says jokingly, but he seems excited — and Keeris, well, not that much. She doesn't tell him about it anyway. He deserves to feel like a hero for once. Statues and celebrations and all.

It's nice to see Redcliffe rebuild though. It's nice to see anything rebuild — no more darkspawn and barricades, no more walking corpses and burning roofs. Former wastelands are green and full of blooming spring flowers that cover the ruins of something that cannot be restored anymore, completely destroyed houses and fallen mill wings that no one had time to take away; it's a beautiful sight. She'd better stay here instead of going to the castle. She's, frankly, sick of the castles — and they are probably sick of her.

People inside are still friendly, though. Cheerful even. Keeris sees the shade of nervousness crossing Eamon's face when he shakes her hand, but it's not unexpected, really — he couldn't be that fond of her, not after what happened at the Landsmeet, she's aware of that.

The Fereldan sculptor, on the other hand, is very proud and just can't stop talking — about the greatness of his project and how honoured he is to work on it and set the Heroes of Ferelden in stone. Before he bows his head, he gives her a brief look, a strange one for sure, almost terrified — Keeris doesn't know what to make of it nor she wants to try.

Then, he shows it. The art, the concept. It's a big, big piece of paper full of little sketches and drafts and one glorious drawing of a statue in the middle of it.

For a moment, no one says a word.

“What is that?” Alistair asks and his voice sounds genuinely baffled. There are tones of anger in it, loud and clear. Keeris slightly squeezes his hand.

She's not surprised at all.

The statue is a man and a woman in Grey Warden uniforms standing in pretentiously heroic poses. A man resembles Alistair very well, with the same features and even the way he holds his shield. It's almost like him, really, just lifelessly stony grey.

A woman is slightly shorter than him: her features are smooth and pretty, her braided hair is long and wavy, scattered by the wind, and her ears are flat. Her face is so strangely, unfamiliarly bare.

Oh, it does make her angry, furious even. Just a little. Even if she shouldn't care.

She shouldn't care, a girl with vallaslin and sharp features and sharp ears and hair too short to cover them.

“Somehow,” she says calmly, looking Eamon straight in the eyes, “I didn't expect less from your kind.”

They argue. Alistair and Eamon, mostly — she herself wouldn't waste time on it nor she thinks it would change anything, but now they can't go away and loudly shut the door.

Eamon says something about his gratitude. Something about the gratitude of his people and how they all cherish both of them here. Something about the cruelness of the world around. Something about the vile, vile people, who are obviously not there, but they will come and they will not tolerate an elf standing in the middle of their beautiful human town. They will not let it be.

Of course, they won't. She saw the alienage in Denerim. She saw what Anora did to it after she gave her a crown and was proclaimed a friend. It always ends up like this. All the promises and gratitude — they never matter. She learnt it the hard way.

“Then,” she says finally, “Don't make it. Don't place it here. If not for my people's sake — don't lie to your own at least.”

Nobody dares to object.

They leave in awkward, unpleasant silence: no farewells, no partings. They don't even stay for the night at Redcliffe. Alistair keeps repeating he's sorry, that he never wanted it to be this way, that he was sure his uncle would do better than this — Keeris laughs with just a little bitterness in her voice. He shouldn't be sorry. She was the one who took his statue away, wasn't she? He promises they will get a nice, proper one. Maybe somewhere in Amaranthine.

Another letter comes, informing them it is going to be a griffon. A beautiful creature, a symbol, a compromise, it says. None of them respond.

When they get to Redcliffe a couple of years later, there it is, standing in a square. No faces, no names and no shameless lies.

People here still recognise them. They wave their hands when they pass by and promise to buy them a beer if they happen to be around. An elven servant in the crowd blesses her path with Mythal's name. A young girl throws her a flower crown.

They do not put portraits in the archives of Weisshaupt after all.

At least there is no woman who never was.

[dittydipity]

choosing to believe that reigen saying "keep that on. your school jacket has higher defense points." is the result of listening to serizawa infodump about video games for hours when they've got nothing to do at the office

[lifeonmvrs]

signal samurai trio, my beloved <3

[furrysmp]

decided for giggles to see what dsmp has been up to in the. Two and a half years since I last looked

Anyways so canon is trashfire but the part of me that started sunbringer in dsmp is now stirring to make More stuff. Like a "the universe reset thing but dream is still in prison so it doesn't reach him" thing that I'm trying to remove from brain bc I actually didn't do the catching up via vods and instead looked at fandom reaction for instructions and uhm.

Yeah no I genuinely want to write this it's gonna be so interesting but also who even does dsmp anymore like is there an audience

[cornerdudee]

no context mutant mayhem spoilers