#Yes I love it. :D I really do.

[blue-kyber]

Chapter 25 edited.

Here's a part of it.

The introduction of the bad guy with powers, Vitiate Scarin.

(this is Vitiate Scarin, btw. - his face and collar was made a couple of years ago in artbreeder, and then the mask and cowl added, and the eyes repainted in photoshop to be purple. The mask is a mass produced plastic one that can be bought on etsy, and the hood is from a generic picture of a hoodie I recolored and darkened the crap out of and added texture to. I never said I was good. The weapon he uses is called an arclight. It has no power pack. The user IS the power source. I has only an ena crystal in the grip at the center with some tech inside it to focus and amplify their energy into a ring -an arc. Hence the name.)

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A harsh fear scraped its abrasive nails through Yune's insides from head to toe in an unrelenting aggression.

He’d faced the Regents countless times before. He should not be feeling as though a wire of cold terror coiled around his spine, and one tug would sever it.

Curious as to the reason why, he fought that fear to peek out the viewport once more.

That reason strode in tailing the elite soldiers. 

Yune’s thoughts shattered. 

The athletic man clad in black and red carried no weapons. He wore a cowl pulled over his head, a matte black mask hiding the lower half of his face, leaving his bright blue eyes stained with purple visible to pierce through anyone who dared to look at him. His clothing, deep as the night sky, cracked with hints of red as though bleeding beneath. Forearm protectors clamped above his gloved hands, and shin protectors over his knee high boots were the only signs of armor.

A short ebony metal bar like a handle with a grip at its center pulled Yune’s eyes to lock onto it. The handle clipped horizontally along the right side of his belt to make it easy to grab - like how Yune kept his all-purpose tool. It didn’t look sharp, or long enough to be used as a blunt weapon. When held, it looked to extend a mere inch or two from either side of a closed fist. 

Yet despite its non-threatening appearance, it threatened Yune. The glint of light off its scratched and marred surface sent his pulse racing with anxiety. He didn’t have a clue as to what it could be - only something to avoid. 

The stranger carried the air of a being in full control of his abilities, enough to make anyone believe he didn’t need weapons. He moved with the strong, unyielding confidence of an iceberg. The tar-like iniquitous aura oozing out of him mirrored that apathetic fridgidness.

Despite being a couple of inches shorter than the commander, his presence darkened the room, dominated every living thing in it, and made him a dangerous force larger than life. 

This was no ordinary man. 

This was a demon of suffering carved from the deepest depths of the Void. 

Yune quickly ducked down before they could spot him. 

He automatically scooted under the console and pulled his knees up. 

His breathing increased to hyperventilation as his pulse pounded hard, painful, and fast in his chest. A pressure quickly formed behind his heart - one he’d felt many times before - but instead of beginning as a subtle feeling that grew, it shot straight to the edge of threatening to explode. A cold sweat beaded his brow, numbing his thoughts. A rapid flood of adrenaline injected him with the powerful urge to run. Panic clawed through each breath. 

Where the hell did this random trauma reaction come from?

He felt a chill in his soul like it knew - he knew - that this man meant bad news. He didn’t know why, he just did. He knew if he stayed in this location, he would die. And his death would not be quick or painless.

A dissonant sense from the constant presence with him agreed.

They shared an instinctive, primal fear of this stranger. 

Their conversation occurred in a quick succession of impressions, thoughts, and emotions between them. 

Who the tak is that? he managed to get a clear thought through the static in his mind.

The presence answered, ‘Stay down. Hide. You have to hide, now. Don’t let him see you.’ 

Yeah, no kidding.

He wiped the sweat away from his brow, noticing his hands trembling, and clenched them. What is wrong with me? Why did he feel like this? Why did he react as though he were in mortal danger? It made no sense. He’d never met that being before in his life. He had zero reasons for this to whiplash him back to being a kid enslaved on the dark side of the wall, to every instance he was yelled at, punished, locked away - this man revived the abrasive emotions of every traumatic experience he could remember. 

It froze him in place.

Rarely had anything terrified him so much that it paralyzed him while his body simultaneously screamed at him to run.

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[morskisir]

CRAZY EVIL BITCH!!!!!!

[feelo-fick]

miscellaneous au doodles + a VERY self indulgent song lyric comic :D

+ extra evil comic below the cut :

"chil!" "don't look at me like that..."

[autisticaradiamegido]

thoughts on dave and aradia (<>)?

day 356

BIG fan tbh. in this house we love and respect timerails

truly yall read this log and tell me theyre not cute

[cupophrogs]

I wanna know how drew found Daddy Long Legs

"And now he tags along. I think he just wanted someone to care about, I can understand that."

Pops is a silly guy :]

Transcript:

"If we're being real here, Pops found me. I was just coming out of the grinder room. That was... something. "

"I must not've been all there, could barely stay upright! Adrenaline crash, I guess. But, next thing It know, I'm face first through the catwalk with gnashing teeth and a moustache in my face, screaming "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?"

"But he stopped. "Why, you're just a boy!" He said. Then, he pulled me up, and he apologised (Been a minute since anyone did that.)"

"So now, he tags along. I think he just wanted someone to care about, I can understand that."

[sysig]

whoops i asked in the wrong place. would you be willing to do a request of the vargas boys in a SAW trap? thank you in advance <3

Day 2 - Was it not obvious enough

[seyaryminamoto]

Fic-to-Art #39: Gladiator's ELEVENTH Anniversary! (+ BONUS: Fic-to-Art #36...)

And here we are! March 26th arrived and I did not forget about it, but I paid for my ambitious madness with my wrist and forearm. Somehow, I finished my intended pieces on time, but I do not advise that you ever try to make 9 artworks in 3 days. No, sir. Bad life decisions, that's what that was... but this fic, as anyone knows, moves me to do things I never thought possible, starting with writing the fic itself!

It's really crazy every time it hits me that I've been doing this for as long as I have. It's been a complicated, chaotic journey, with its many ups and downs, but ultimately, it has been our journey. For some people, this is just one more fic in the pile: for me, it's been the best adventure of my life so far. Everyone who has ever been touched by Gladiator, who has ever cherished this story, who's looking forward to the big conclusion, who wants to see how the chaotic war is going to end... you're all part of this crazy adventure along with me, and I can only thank you for joining me.

This year, I had no time to make as big a project as I usually go for. Thus, I did a sort of free-for-all edition of Fic-to-Art over at Patreon and challenged myself to draw as many scenes as I could, out of their suggestions. I even sprinkled in a few scenes I impulsively wanted to draw because I loved writing them or because I look forward to writing them... and this is the result!

In order, the scenes are as follow:

Sokka combing Azula's hair, a common occurrence throughout the story.

Azula watching over a convalescing Sokka in the Chase of Jeong Jeong arc.

The outcome of Sokka's final battle in the Superior Gladiator League, namely a moment where Sokka and Azula more or less gave away their relationship's true nature to the public by raising their hands towards each other...

And now, spoiler territory! Some were by my choice, some by Patreon requests:

An important moment shortly after Sokka and Azula reunite.

Azula confronting her father, with a LOT of backup.

Xin Long's long-awaited freedom.

The aftermath of the final battle.

The full-blown confirmation of their relationship to the general Fire Nation populace.

Sokka, Azula and Hotaru's first night together

And the big final one is ACTUALLY Fic-to-Art #36 but hahaha woops I didn't post it here on time because it was super hard to finish since I had a LOT of things going on... but here it is now! :'D it's a glimpse VERY far into the future of this fic's timeline!

Alright, that should be enough talking and explaining. Some things are vague, some things aren't, but ultimately I really hope you guys will be looking forward to the scenes you haven't seen yet, and to Gladiator's eventual outcome.

So now... with all this being said and done, I'm gonna go take a trip down memory lane and watch my Tenth Anniversary video once more! Feel free to do the same thing if you'd like to commemorate the fic, I think it's a good way to experience Gladiator all over again, hahaha.

Thank you if you read all this, and if you read all THAT: 5 million word landmark, here we come! Thanks for hanging out with me across ELEVEN years of Gladiator!

[front-facing-pokemon]

[vargaslovinghours]

And never let you go ♥

Bonus without the overspill lighting:

[oldbirdwithnobrain]

POV: You ask what Pyro's favorite thing is..

Just had the idea of someone asking pyro what their favorite thing is and after struggle to tell, lets say engie in this case, through quick, excited, mummbles and frantic hand movements. They run off. Engineer thinks hes running off to get paper or something to just write down the thing. But instead she comes back holding Miss Pauling akin to how one might hold a curled up kitten, proudly and loveingly. <3

[maskyartist]

AND BAM WE GOT REFS :D now i can draw silly angsty comics with em! hopefully, i aint a comic person but i desire,,,,i yearn,,,,,

more info on the EobE!AU here :D

edit: Forgot to say, the idea of using golf tee's as needles/hairpins is inspired from @heartfall-syndrome's fantastic Vengeance AU! give em a look their art is like rock candy so crunchy so delicious :)

[keeps-ache]

there are a couple changes i would make to the keyboard if i could:

wiggly exclamation mark

bleeding heart emoji

varying snake emojis (more poses would be fun)

question mark with a little heart for the dot bc, well,

more explosions

and that is all thank you

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

NOT SO MISSING ✨ LINK (a Dropbox folder containing images and documents; please don’t forget to read the General info doc) ✨

[emiliosandozsequence]

honest to g-d what do you people have against chani?? especially those of you that have only seen the films??? what makes you stan alia or irulan who are barely BARELY in the film over chani??? we can talk all we want how fandom preferences don't reflect your politics, but really, if you haven't read the books and you prefer irulan, i am going to be side-eyeing you because there's no reason for that beyond the fact she's white.

[theokusgallery]

The problem with my art right now is that 1) the little drawing time I have goes to @daily-basil ; 2) I have phases, and am currently deeply unmotivated ; and 3) when I do draw what this blog is currently about (Arsenic) I draw him in a gay way (because I love him deeply) and not like the unhinged person he actually is. I'm sorry I'm so soft about him right now. Yes I want Sunny and him to tear each other apart but they also need to love each other so so so much first

[cupophrogs]

What would poppet be like if they were a playtime co toy?

The Silly!! Poppet would probably be something of a security protocol! Leading children to and from the orphanage, making sure no one sees something they shouldn’t, and generally keeping the other toys in check. Brainwashed to hell, this one!

I imagine they were made when Poppet’s Traveling Circus was first airing, and Playtime Co. partnered with Charles’ studio to make plushies of some of the characters! Some of the orphans probably saw one, or caught an episode on the tv, and they loved it enough for the company to add our favorite jester to the Bigger Bodies Initiative. Poppet knows every knook and cranny of the factory, and could often be found skipping through the halls, chatting away with higher up employees or other toys.

Close ups!