#Owo Attack

[gr8gecko]

“OwO”

Attack for @frollo-owo / frollo-owo on Art Fight!

First time this year in which I created a traditionally drawn attack! It was such a nice break from digital art if imma be honest, much quicker and enjoyable to color 😅

Attack me..if you dare!: https://artfight.net/~Gr8gecko

[blindeyebounty]

Out on the dunes seemed peaceful enough, if not a bit sweltering in the sun, the rays only occasionally shaded by distant towering rib bones. But maybe the heat hardly bothered the demonic cowboy. Until of course it suddenly started to get hotter and hotter, waves of heat radiating off the sand before a strange sound pulsed from under his feet. The sand trembled and shook like an earthquake before the very ground suddenly came alive as the gigantic insect burst out in an ambush! The beast shrieked, maw opened wide to try and devour Butch whole!

The day had started out so calm too, perhaps a little too calm. Sulvric was out for a ride with his horse Bigs, the pair casually trotting over the sand and taking in the sights that he never grew tired of. Especially those towering old bones in the distance. But then he felt it, a shift. A change. Something was happening.

With a click of his tongue, he turned his steed to listen to his gut and ride out into the dunes, following the ringing in the air.

{ @gunslinginnhogtyin }

[smolthealmighty]

Kurogiri used to take walks with Tomura when he was young because he heard about the times Tomura would get ganged up on and he didn’t want AFO’s successor to accidentally die in a gang fight (by which I mean he’s a worried dad who doesn’t want his baby to get covered in more boo-boos than necessary). He made these guardian-ward strolls a “once a week” sort of thing, where they would run an errand or two so Tomura could experience better parts of the city and eventually visit a park to wind down if they neede a break from human interaction.

As he got older, Tomura could take walks whenever he wanted, now knowing locations that weren’t shady back alleys and were actually safer routes so he wouldn’t get dragged into a scene. Even so, he’d always let Kurogiri tag along on Sundays (as long as they get to stop for junk food… ok fine we can go to that park afterwards but the birds better not steal my chips).

[doshiart]

my twi: doshiart

[honkowo]

wet beast for artfight heehoo >:)

yarara belongs to @shuttlecarrier

[65ths]

[obsidian-art04]

Haha, oops

Have an out of context smp content for your enjoyment

[cheemken]

Knight you got to bring in Guaruashipping so I get to bring in the other champions for the Villain Unova Kids AU :)

God just imagine the destruction is being broadcasted and others watching from other regions.

Just Diantha and Lance frantically calling Iris to see if she’s alright and if she needs their help stopping The Original Dragon, but she isn’t answering their calls.

Or Hau trying to catch a flight to Unova to help out his sister but all airlines are shut down for safety reasons. And all he can do at the moment is watch the broadcast until he can figure out a solution

Even Leon cursing himself for not being there at the moment to help Iris and Hilbert, because he knew how stressful and dangerous it is to try stop a legendary from causing mass destruction throughout the region

Imagine some of them are using their Pokémon to fly to Unova since the airlines refuse to fly to Unova while it’s under attack. But during the flight they didn’t have cell service to continue watching the live broadcast, so imagine someone like Diantha makes it to Unova and immediately goes to find Iris, hoping she’s okay and not hurt from the attacks

Not knowing Iris is one of the people behind the attacks

OUGHHFHHFHJ YOUR HONOUR PLS THATS HER DAUGHTER HCJXBDJ

that's fucked up man fucking imagine Dia being so desperate she and Gardevoir teleported to Unova, and when she got there everything's a fucking mess, almost everywhere is a ghost town, it reeks of death and blood and burnt flesh. She's starting to spiral, just where is Iris? Calling out her Gardevoir, both teleported to Opelucid. Imagine her seeing the frozen bodies, the frozen corpses, the dried up blood mixing with the snow, splattered on the ice, the way Drayden's body almost as if it was crucified right in front of the gym. Her heart almost dropped, she ran to Drayden's home, now unsure whether or not she wants to see Iris there, in fear that she might be dead too. Fortunately (or unfortunately) Iris wasn't there.

Diantha can't contact the other Champions, she wasn't sure where Iris was, then she hears a thunderous roar almost sounding from the south eastern part of the region, so ofc, she was worried af abt Iris too, she doesn't know what's going on, but man, she just has to get to her daughter, she has to make sure Iris was safe, so she and Gardevoir rushed to the source of the noise, hoping and praying to Arceus, to whatever god is truly up there, that heer daughter is safe.

But also csnxbjd ough y'know since Iris has no troubles killing off Drayden, what if she does the same w Dia when they finally meet. Like,,, oughghfhcfhdj your honour😭😭😭

Like imagine, once Diantha finds out Iris is the one behind all the deaths, she tries to stop her, despite knowing she's gonna lose, but y'know.... Y'know cjdnchn ough like, Diantha clinging on to what little hope she has left that her daughter will hear her, that she can get through Iris, that she can bring her back home with her and Lance. But ough!! Iris just staring at her, this empty look in her eyes, and suddenly she smirks at Diantha, and Diantha's fate about to be sealed by the Original Dragon's Glaciate.

Can you imagine Lance and the others finally getting to Unova, and just cbdmndj imagine Lance seeing just that tho, seeing Iris about to kill Diantha, and it just fucking breaks him your honour this is breaking me too owo

[altrxisme]

@lastglaivestanding // cont.

Johanne almost didn't hear the other woman's ears from the rush that was going through her while attacking. It wasn't until their blades met once again that storm blues caught the terrified look on Millicent's face that made her stumble back, the other Glaives that traveled with her immediately held her down and kicked her kukri away from her.

Astrals, she was prepared to kill her.

She let her body go slack, the weight of the others' digging her into the ground while some cautiously went to check on Millicent. She turned her gaze away from the other, ashamed of what she could've done to her. The only thing that filled her mind was the sense to protect the ones she'd found, forgetting that there were perhaps others still alive.

There's been so much blood on her hands after the fall. Comrades and friends they thought would have their backs before had turned on them, and she took it upon herself to keep the others from having to deliver the killing blow.

[unlikelywrestlingfan]

ADKWKVKEKVKEOVKEOGIY

THIS IS SO PERFECT

THE IMAGE IS ONE THAT U DID A DRAWING OF AFTER I SENT IT TO YOU, THE COUNTING TO THREE, THE COLORS IT'S ALL AMAZING IM PRINTING IT OUT SO I CAN HAVE IT ON PAPER ILY

THANK U LOVE

[ajjconcertat2am]

thinking about the will wood interpretation of the wednesday netflix show i havent see the show at all but i believe him with every core of my being

like not to talk out of my ass cuz i litterly have not seen the show and only have seen pictures and fanart but i also saw NO negative posts about it till the will wood one today (not saying theyre arent i just havent seeked out stuff for this show), even my sister recommended it to me. i have a bad habit of disliking popular things that are hyped up on social media even when its a show i like just because like.... sometimes fandom brain rot irks me a little and im definitely hypocritical and cringe just like every other mf on this website.

but also ive seen the adams family movie (i dont think its the OG og but the most popular one) where the camp was to 100%, all the characters were unapologetically weird, political, and goth. not only was it extremely funny camp but had a lot to say for its time, and honestly i think movies like that are becoming rarer and rarer. its so mf boomer of me to say it but with how politics are now and we (at least speaking as an American) have succumbed to the idea that corporations hold more power than the average person in politics, we also hold companies to higher degree of pr and well..... 'wokeness' and inclusion. and like dont get me wrong its so nice to not watch movies and shows with random blatant racism / racism stereotypes for no reason and theres been great shows made in recent times.... but its also like.... companies are becoming more scared to do anything wrong or bold. to be political in any manner, to make a bold statement in any manner because they arent JUST appealing to 'left wokism' (sorry idk how to decribe it better) but to the most people in a nice friendly family friendly manner. (like.... im trying to communicate the idea of lemon demons redesign ur logo like... THAT. they are appealing to everyone)

so long story short i believe will wood's review with a burning fucking passion because thats how a lot of media is turning out, especially by repurposed IPs which is a whole nother fucking annoying thing. smaller rant that intertwines, but its just like television, merch, fandom, etc etc are scared of letting something die or letting something be, both companies who search to milk every last cent..... and fandom people looking to psycho analyize every character into cardboard cut out stereotype or their personal barbie dolls to use to draw gay art and writing long paragraphs about some new netflix merged IP is so 'saphic/gay coded' etc etc its gets so fucking annoying. can we have a normal conversation about a show please like adults.

tdlr can we not spend 20 million years destroying the meaning of somethings original message, both on the sides of repurposed ips AND fandom brain rot, to make something entirely new squeky clean and gay teen romance replaying the same scene of first love over snd over again THIS ISNT ART

[ladychandraofthemoone]

✨2/9🪔

“It’s a heavy lift with a gift so humbling,

Always left everyone around him fumbling,

Grappling with magic they all couldn’t understand,

Do you understand?”

So more Kyle cause I’ve never drawn him upset before (his hair gets more unruly unkept, the golden glow and sparkles appear more in his hair and cheeks if he’s stressed or angry or any strong emotion but he’s has a good yet kinda unhealthy reason to why he doesn’t cry or show any emotion other than positivity, lore below:

Don’t worry cure a group of furious narrow gauge gang behind Kyle as Stanley attempts to beat someone up and Duke hits someone with a cane nobody restrains them.

So after being freed from the lamp after 50+ years and figuring out his emotions cause he’s human, it’s messy, it wants to do whats’s he thought was right but also his ongoing arc of putting his own desires first, that’s it’s alright to be a little selfish, that’s it’s alright to say no and he will not be in trouble for it (which is playing in the second scene where he’s being politely asked  gulit tripped and demanding into “helping”which he was with a happy forced smile once word spreads about Kyle’s abilities.

He’s not as powerful as when he was Proteus but still retains certain abilities like healing through his tears,blood and saliva which are replaced with gold dust (one of the reasons he tries not to cry in public, draws attention from his already sparkly golden glow in the dark eyes, pointy gold ears and the scars) And folks wants to harm him for his tears so he breaks down alone cause the magic 🪄 is so deeply embedded into him (his soul) which many folks attempt to exploit him but what they really want to know is if he could grant wishes and if not, give them good fortune cause he was the Lucky Lamp (he’s was able to hear what people were saying about him yet he couldn’t responded which means he hear Stanley losing faith in the lamp, let that settle in..)

Kyle, despite being able to defend and stand up for himself both physically and mentally  from the likes of for example, the other spirits (mainly Alfred and Godred with a huge smile on his face) he finds himself going back to his people pleasing nature of making everyone happy as he has been doing that as a kid, being the perfect golden child, the apple in their eyes that can do no wrong and even during the war, he agrees to the things folks wanted him to be and the praise given to him but manages to use it to help others. 

Yet, he feels he has to try and atone for his “mistakes’ he has made during his time as Proteus cause even though he could teleport anywhere thanks to ““luck instinct/urge”but  he’s only one person (this is canon where he felt as though he failed to stop a crime and a train derailed so Imma go into more detail) and that he could’ve done better cause he used to see the future,  no one could’ve gotten hurt, why didn’t he teleport quicker and done something differently, it’s a lot of what-ifs combined with the last two incidents where he did appear in front of everyone being seen and those ended with folks getting injured(one being Stanley who was near-death and forgetting Kyle was Proteus) which leaves a lot more what-if’s on his mind for an extremely long time.

Tdlr: Kyle doesn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings thanks to his past, the incidents involving people with malicious intentions wanting his abilities which lead to the years he spent alone with only his thoughts for company with no physical contact after those particular incidents which involved injuries causalities despite his best efforts, add in envious spirits and overhearing things during his time in the lamp. Kyle needs a hug 🫂❤️‍🩹

[arcadiii]

old british person that writes the best gut wrenching fanfics that always make me feel emo (/pos)

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HELP???

[scngbard]

@heroesfaded​​ sent:  ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them .// eda with love hee hoo trauma hours

100 NONVERBAL PROMPTS || ACCEPTING!

No. Anything but this again.

Staggering back, Raine stared up at the vile, looming creature. The twisted, horrendous form of bones and muck that perhaps had once been a man, but the bard couldn’t imagine he had ever been anything else. But, perhaps that’s what made it all the more frightening. Knowing a man, whether human or witch, had been mutilated into such a grotesque state by his own merit, his own cruelty and greed.

“Stay away,” Raine hollered, jaw clenched and teeth bared as Belos creeped closer, his form appearing to grow larger with each crawling inch he took. Panic and fear pierced their heart like the freezing claws of a slitherbeast, trembling hands trying to quickly lift themselves up to their lips, producing a sharp, shrill whistle that echoed through the vast darkness that surround them.

It did nothing.

Belos was undeterred. His haunting laugh at their pathetic attempts to defy him ringing in their ears. Again Raine tried, and again their whistle spell failed. Their magic was useless. Leaving them without the chance to fight, without a way to keep Belos away. Powerless. Helpless.

He lunged. And once more, the bard could feel the sticky heaviness of the tar-like sludge upon them. It clung to their side, their skin. All Raine could do was thrash about, try to pull the tangled being off of them, but his form merely slipped through their fingers like mud. Firm yet unable to be grasped. They could feel it in their mouth again, in their nose; the stench familiar in a way they wish it wasn’t. Ingrained into their very senses. Raine could only gasp desperately for air, feeling him tighten his hold around them. Once more the bard tried in vain to push away at the encircling muck at their waist.

A buzzing began to hum in their ears. A buzzing that morphed into muffled shouts from somewhere within the shadows. A voice they knew... Eda’s. Yet, they couldn’t make out what she was saying. Couldn’t hear what she was trying to tell them as they were dragged further into the monster. They wanted to scream and shout to her, lead her to them to help them!

‘ Please... help me... ‘

.

.

R A I N E !

Green eyes shot open, a shouting cry rising through their throat as the struggling bard gasped for air. The space around them was still dark and heavy with shadows, blurred vision frantically trying to make sense of what was around them. He was here. Belos had just been there! So, why had he stopped?

Head whipped back and forth, shaky, straining breaths feeling tight beneath their ribs. So much so that they had failed to notice that something held them in place until that grip lightly squeezed them. Flinching, Raine trying to pull back, arm swinging back as a snarling ‘NO!’ fell from their lips. Hands pushed and shoved against whatever held them, expecting their fingers to sink once more into the filth that belonged to Belos. But this time their calloused hands were met with warmth and something solid, something... that wasn’t Belos.

Their lashing hands slowed, unfocused eyes wide and searching as they tried to make sense of where they were and who was holding them until their gaze finally fell onto Eda’s. Her features were blurred, but they knew hew silhouette anywhere... And they knew the sound of her voice.

“E-Eda,” Raine whimpered, their voice trembling along with every fiber of their being, shaking in the woman’s grasp. “Eda, I-I--”

Their words halted in their throat as they felt something streak down their cheek. Something that trailed the same path as the scars that had been seared onto their features. A strangled cry left them, hands furiously wiping and rubbing at their cheeks, their eyes to stop it, that all too familiar feeling. It hadn’t just been a dream, it hadn’t! It--

Eyes stared down at their hands that remained clean and unstained from the muck. Fingertips were wet, but not with the remnants of Belos, but with tears. Another tear fell from their cheek and into the palm of their hand, the slow realization and final awareness of where they were and what had happened settling in.

But, that did nothing to soothe or comfort the bard. The tears fell heavier, faster. A sob shook the witch’s shoulders as they hunched forward, wheezing through each gasping breath as they realized just how deeply Belos had cut through their very soul.

[honkowo]

1st artfight attack: @eucaliptpizza 's certified little guy aka plushlien

[iamonlybutaneel]

But Kakashi

Yeah

How the fandom treats him like a God and the best character there is was really the pushing force. I could no longer enjoy my favourite character without being unable to critique the way he did things without back lash being like oh but hes the strongest character uwu

In the DA fandom I'm like Leliana has flaws but she's still my favourite and ppl, most of the time, are like hell yeah brother. (Different story abt Loghain or Alistair tho :/)