#at least you are incredibly pretty

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

i feel bad for not giving a shit abt wyll bg3 but he’s just. he’s so Good. he feels like being at church (extremely derogatory) i can’t fucking stand it lmao

ALSO because i don’t want to spam but i NEED to get the thoughts out:

- i need to do a Good Durge run immediately bc going bad durge has made me so sad in ways i didn’t anticipate

- ASTARION??? YOUR COMPANION QUEST???? like i knew the major plot beats and i had a picture of his backstory but. fuck dude a bit of it is like. painfully relatable and so well portrayed and aaaaAAAAAAUGH i need to take a lap

- i was not expecting to like minthara as much as i do. i don’t know why i ever doubted that id like her. lolth-sworn drow my beloved

- had to make a couple of durge choices that have made me so deeply profoundly sad like i was not expecting to experience genuine real emotional pain at this level

- fuck, dude. fuck!!! dude!!! uuuugjghh

- MIZORA??????

[surreal-duck]

@midoyuzuweek day 7 | christmas / wedding / free day

mdyz christmases you will always mean everything to me. decided to give lineless art a shot again after how many years and it was pretty fun!! also i lied when i said the ghostic piece was my favorite actually cause this was extremely fun to draw

ideally this wouldve been the last day but because i am sick and twisted theres one more tomorrow 👍 beware

[akito-shinonome-daily]

🎤 day 477 🎵

➥ today’s akito is from the illustration by buzz for the mirai 2DMV!!

[uniiiquehecrt]

Voice actors are NOT the same as actors.

It takes a specific kind of skill-set and training to be able to warp and meld the voice. It takes a certain kind of talent and dedication to hone that talent into the ability to meld the voice and invoke emotion with one's voice alone. Actors are used to using their voice secondarily to their body language and their facial expressions. It's all mirrored back on camera. They do have nuance. But it's a different kind of nuance and a different kind of training to produce that nuance.

Voice actors might get their likeness transposed on their character's design, and maybe their mannerisms might seep into the character's animation. But when it's all said and done: their presence is in their voice. They are bringing a character to life, showing that emotion in their voice, trying to keep a specific accent, drawl, pitch, tone in that voice and keep it consistent for their recording sessions.

The voice actor is like a classically trained musician who can play first chair in a competitive, world-renown orchestra. The actor (who fills the voice actor's role) is like a moot who played violin in beginner and intermediate high school orchestra and thinks they can get into Juilliard with that 2-4 years of experience.

This doesn't mean that the HS orchestra moot can't play. They can even be really good at it. Maybe they won competitions and sat first chair. But they are not in the same league as the person who's been training their whole lives and lives and breathes to hone their craft using the instrument and all of the training they've ever acquired to perfect it. They are not meant for the same roles. They are not in the same caliber. You do not hire the HS equivalent when you want to play complex music in a competitive orchestra.

Actors are not the same as voice actors.

And furthermore, actors - especially big name actors - taking the roles of animated characters for big budget films or TV pilots makes no sense anyways when - at least in the case of TV pilots - there's not a point to hiring a big budget actors anyways. That money could be used elsewhere (like paying your animators), and the talent that is brought onto the screen for X character could then be hired on to voice said character no recasting required.

I wouldn't say voice acting as a profession is in danger exactly, but it's certainly being disrespected and overlooked for celebrity clout, and this has ALWAYS been an issue. Shoot, even Robin Williams knew that much - which is why he tried so hard not to be used as a marketing chess piece for Aladdin and got royally pissed off when it happened anyways. People shouldn't go to any movie (but especially not animated films) because "oh famous actor is in it". People should go because it's a good movie and the voice acting is good.

People who honest to god think that voice actors are replaceable because "oh well anyone can voice act" or "I like xyz celebrity so naturally it'll be good" ... Honestly I just wish you'd reassess your priorities because you're missing the point and are part of the problem.

Voice Actors ≠ Actors.

[nyaskitten]

I've watched Inception and The Wild Robot for the first time today. I'm fine! No, truly, I'm fine!

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Chapter 110 is 13 pages long welcome to hell!!! so in a lot of ways this is just more fuel for a theory that I've had for a few weeks now, that's only gotten stronger with each recent season 5 episode, which is that the last episode of the season is gonna end on 110, and that Asagiri/Harukawa and Bones have been collaborating to make this happen, specifically because it's a major turning point that would be the only good place to end the season on.

When we started getting especially long chapters again (like from 25-35ish pages, with the exception of 107.5, the last two being some of the longest we've ever had), at first I just assumed that Asagiri/Harukawa got freed up from some other obligations they'd been having to cause the extremely short/half chapters, like promotional stuff for the anime/Beast movie, or working on light novels. But then 109 happened, with the "supposed" death of Dazai, and heavy emphasis at the end on how literally everyone is at their lowest point right now, and I got to thinking. 11 episodes is a strangely specific number for an anime season -- why not 12, or 13, or even 10, like you'd usually see? Why have we gotten suddenly gotten two 35 page chapters out of nowhere, that's almost unheard of at this point? They're both beautiful chapters, don't get me wrong (as always), and maybe A/H simply just didn't want to cut them in halves because they felt like the full emotional impact wouldn't hit/that there were no good cutoff points in them, but you can't deny that it's surprising, after all the shorter chapters we've been getting. Why has the anime been going at such insanely breakneck pacing for the most part ever since around the Sunday Tragedy chapters, even more so than it has in the past? So much so that it feels dangerously close to overtaking the manga?

Well, maybe, just maybe, it's because..... Asagiri decided a long time ago that whatever happens in 110 is the only point that feels "season finale"-worthy enough, in an arc that still isn't anywhere close to being completely wrapped up, and so both the manga and the anime have been specifically coordinated to reach that part within 2 and a half weeks of each other?

I've seen a lot of people now think season 5 will end with 109, and as much as my sadistic side would find that hilarious, I honestly don't think they'd do that and realistically don't want it to happen; it'd be so cruel to cliffhanger the anime for years like that, and just doesn't feel like a season cliffhanger BSD would do, a series that is ultimately hopeful and uplifting. Seasons 2 and 3 had a positive, conclusive ending; the only reasons seasons 1 and 4 didn't was because they're technically not really full seasons of their own, and are more like the first cour of another "season" that also came out that same year (seasons 1 and 2 both aired in 2016, so they're more like one big season, and seasons 4 and 5 have both aired this year, so they're also more like one big season, again taking into account how episodes 12 and 50 are not satisfying finales like episodes 24, 37, and hypothetically, 61, are). I really can't see season 5 ending with Dazai and Fukuzawa's supposed deaths, Sigma being unconscious and maybe close to death, Atsushi being vulnerable and limbless again, everyone we love still vampires, and the entire world being basically doomed; that's just too depressing and not like BSD at all. However, having said that, if it doesn't end there, there really isn't any good place to end the season before that, either, that feels in any way satisfying or like a finale at all. And so, to me, that only leaves after 109: chapter 110.

I think things are really gonna turn around next chapter. Like I said, everyone is at their lowest point right now, it cannot possibly get any worse, the framing of Dazai, Fukuzawa, and sskk at the end of 109 is telling us that; this is the time for the heroes to finally start winning again, with Aya being so close to pulling out the sword, and for all the thematic reasons other people have talked about to death that I don't need to go into here again. This upcoming chapter being so short again makes a part of me wary of 110 being "the one", so to speak, I won't lie, but at the same time, it's very possible that it needs to be that short because that's all the final episode of the season will be able to reasonably fit in, since it's already gonna be VERY close if they do make it all the way to 109. And at the end of the day, I don't doubt at all that Asagiri and Harukawa can make these the most monumental and game-changing mere 13 pages ever if they wanted to; a chapter does not at all need to be extremely long in order to be an important and impactful one, even if short ones we've gotten in the past haven't felt the most important.

An additional thought I've had, though this is much more crack territory than all this already is, is that since we know from Anime Expo that a Stormbringer movie at some point is highly likely (judging from Asagiri's reaction when someone brought it up), it's possible that chapter 110 and thus the final episode will involve the long-anticipated return of Verlaine and/or Adam, or at least some other major reference to Stormbringer, that would naturally and smoothly lead into a Stormbringer movie to explain things to people who haven't read the novel. It would make a lot of sense, especially since the s4 OP has the Old World sign behind Chuuya, which might be a hint that this has been in the works ever since seasons 4/5 were first in planning with Asagiri. We also know that Dazai and Chuuya's voice actors apparently struggled to record their lines together this season, which probably relates to 101 and possibly 109, but it could be 110 too.... I could be very wrong, as I'm no expert on this kind of thing, but I kinda doubt they would bring Chuuya's actor in for just the vampire growls, and Asagiri placing heavy emphasis on Chuuya's importance this season in that one interview gives me the impression that he's talking about much more than just 101/109. But that's the least solid evidence I have, that's just mostly based on vibes I get.

So basically, I think a lot of factors -- the unusual episode count, how close the anime is to catching up to the manga with three whole episodes left, the seemingly arbitrary recent chapter lengths, and the climactic events of 109 -- can tell us that 110 might be a very, VERY big deal. Again, there's of course no way this arc is anywhere near close to being finished, with so much left to address and resolve, but since it is currently incomplete in the manga, unlike the previously adapted arcs, if the anime was going to adapt it at all, they'd have to find a place that feels satisfying enough to end this season, knowing there won't be more anime for a long time after this, and so I think they specifically planned for that, from both Bones' and A/H's sides. 10 episodes might not have been enough to reach that point, but 12 or 13 might have been too many it wouldn't have been if Bones actually decided to slow down and let the story breathe the way it needs to, but this post isn't meant to criticize the anime, so maybe 11 was just right. And maybe Asagiri and Harukawa specifically pushed to make recent chapters longer than usual, in order to make sure that the manga reached the story content in 110 the monthly release right before season 5 was to end.

Is this just copium? Absolutely. Am I going to look like an absolute clown in two days when this post ages like milk? Probably. But the evidence is There, so let me just enjoy my delusions until Sunday, okay 🥂🫡

[sunb0ts]

About your Mettaton post, idk if it'll help you feel better (and it's ok if it doesn't, this is just my own two cents) but while yeah a lot of the focus on Mettaton might be JUST for the shipping, for at least a decent chunk of people (because I'm one of them) it is that it gives us a new outlet for giving Mettaton personality and using him outside of just undertale !! A lot of Mettatons popularity through the fandom for 10 years has STILL been mostly shipping, specifically papyton.

I was never a papyton shipper despite loving them both, I just never thought they "clicked", so the only enjoyment I got to use with him was his relationships with frisk, alpha, blooky, and everyone else, but no real romance because I didn't ship his only real "option". So finding a ship between him and someone else that I personally think suits him MUCH MUCH more than papyrus, THAT is why I'm so excited about the tennaton ship.

So if it helps any, it's not specifically that Mettaton is only good through a ship lense, it's that shipping was the ONLY way I never got to experience his character, and I'm sure I'm not the only one with this specific view.

WAUGH hi :) promise this ask was really good (and every... other about that post!?!?!?? what do you mean you post things and people see them. and have things to say. on da Internet......) I am just on my way to work so do not know how to respond very well HAHA

but, saying this all with love, I definitely do get it. I mentioned it in the post, but will reiterate here; mettatenna is very good and I like it a LOT. it is a ship I actively care deeply for and find so much joy in seeing the things people create for it. it's also just... my point is not, like. so much that mettatenna is a Bad Outlet for mettaton characterization, not at all. just that I wish it was not the Only outlet people have latched onto now with the hype of DR and the excitement still buzzing. there's a lot of things being said about mettaton that myself and other people have been wishing to see touched on for years, and a lot of wonderful interpretations/writing for his character coming along, but it's almost exclusively through the lens of shipping. it's just a bit of a bummer for people who prefer to have the choice of platonic content; this is not me wishing the ship content was not there, rather just that there was more of a choice between mettatenna content and mettaton content removed from such a big ship right now. this is not me saying that people making mettatenna content are somehow lesser writers or stooping low, rather the opposite. it means that a lot of the mettatenna content we're seeing is incredibly well-written, made with love, and overall wonderful; it's catching the attention of writers and artists that really do have a great understanding of mettaton as a character. it's just a little bit of a bummer that it took a ship for that to happen, and that, because that is how many people found a deeper appreciation for his character, it's the outlet that many will stick with and that (by extension) others will catch onto most. I am an arospec artist and writer that shares this experience with many other people in fandom as a whole, including allo fans that just prefer platonic content over ship; it can be a little sad getting excited about a character and finding joy in said character, while having to scrounge for content of that character removed from the Fandom's Big Ship. I don't mean any ill will to people that enjoy mettatenna (reitterating again and again, I do care dearly for these characters) or to devalue mettatenna when I say all this. it's just a conflicting thing.

that said, there is still clearly a lot of love being put into the art/fics/etc. for these two characters in mettatenna stuff!!! you all are wonderful and your stuff is invaluable waughh..... again. this topic just conflicting for me and I am Not everybody. do not take all this too seriously this is someone's blog online where they talk informally about whatever for fun

thank you for the ask anon! hope you are doing well waughh :)) I am sending you virtual cocoa and bscotch pie while we talk... take care :) (ALSO SIDE NOTE MEANT TO TOUCH ON IT HERE BUT FORGOT. THE FINDING A SHIP THAT SUITS HIM AND BEING EXCITED is very true and real of you 🫵 I am still excited about them AHAHA hoping no one gets the impression that I dislike them overall because they are Very Good and Cute and Incredible... my brain is just full of thoughtfuzz and conflicting things always. hi) (talking about mettatenna with you putting our pngs of that ghost thang and his TV together 👍 HAHAHBSBH)

[undefeatablesin]

Not Yharnam posting, but I need to tell everyone that Phantom in the Rain was fantastic and I have had my brain chemistry permanently rewired since watching it.

[coquelicoq]

just got a promotionnnnnn

[misericorsalvator]

An Epitaph

Henry didn't know where he was. It was cold, freezing, but that was all he could tell, from the sharp chill that tore through his damp clothes, to the frigid air that felt like icicles in his lungs when he breathed. Even if he was someplace familiar, it would have been impossible to tell through the veil of rime in the air, the thick hoar that coated the ground. But wherever he was, he had to find shelter. soon, before his limbs grew any number that they already were and he lost the three fingers he had left on his right hand to frostbite. It took a good deal of walking, trudging through the snow, before he found something resembling sanctuary. A rocky hovel dug deep into a mountainside he hadn't even noticed was there. The crooked mountaintop loomed far overhead like a wind-swept pine tree, towering over the barren expanse and shielding the small patch of land near the cave's entrance from the worst of the snowfall. It was a narrow fit, the opening more narrow than a coffin, but it opened up into a wide chamber beyond, dark, lit only by the little light reflecting on the snow outside.

Panic stabbed at him suddenly. That chamber felt familiar, though he couldn't recall from where. The rockface of the walls was smooth, man-made, and the stalactites hanging from the domed ceiling above were unnatural, all the same length, jagged and sharpened to fine points. But he had no time to waste on the unnerving interior. The weather outside was getting worse, the wind howling like wolves on a hunt, and soon his shelter would be just as cold and dangerous as the outside. He had to think, find a way to keep the warmth in. Henry returned to the entrance. He twisted around in the narrow space as best he could and began piling up snow with his numb hands, stacking it, pressing it into shape, mouthing breathless curses to himself, until he had built a solid wall halfway up to his neck. It should last. He didn't know for how long, but at least for now, until he could catch his breath. It had to last.

Henry slumped against the wall of the cave. The barrier he had built offered some protection, but he could still feel the cold creeping in, seeping through the gaps and cracks in the snow. A damp chill gnawed at his bones, freezing the air in his lungs. He knew he had to keep moving, to do something, anything, to stay warm and awake. He couldn’t afford to fall asleep. Not here. Not now. But his limbs were leaden and his body creaked in protest with every movement. His teeth chattered as he tried to think, tried to remember where he was and how he had gotten there. The harder he tried, however, the more his thoughts seemed to slip away, like sand through his fingers. Panic clawed at his chest once more as he looked around the cavern. The walls seemed to close in, the smooth stone shimmering with a thin layer of rime frost. The ceiling above with the unnaturally sharp stalactites, loomed over him like a mouth full of fangs. He had to get out.

Henry pushed himself off the wall, his legs shaking beneath him. The snow was piling up faster now, further in through the entrance than the wall he had built, and he frantically began to shovel it away with his hands, trying to clear a path through the narrow gap. He shovelled harder, floundered, grappled til his fingers were too numb to move, but for every tiny hopeful opening he made, more snow took its place, as if the storm outside was determined to bury him alive. The cold was unbearable now, seeping into his very soul. Outside, the wind roared, a feral sound that echoed through the cavern and made the air thick with cold. Each breath now was a knife to the chest, each inhale burning his lungs. The snow crawled closer, blocking the entrance fully, and began to cover the cave floor inch by painful inch, forcing the hunter back step by painful step.

Henry's mind was reeling. He stumbled further into the cave, away from the encroaching cold, the bones of his legs creaking in protest. The deeper he went, the more the walls seemed to close in on him, the smooth rock pressing down, suffocating. The quiet there was unnerving, an oppressive stillness that made him painfully aware of his own laboured breathing and the pounding of his heart. The silence of the grave. For what felt like an hour, he pushed himself forward against the stone walls, cowering under the stalactites which were now low enough to graze the top of his head. No matter how far he went, the snow followed close behind, blocking the way back. Henry's movements grew slower, more sluggish, until he could no longer outrun it, and that white frost began piling up around his boots. He felt the fight leave him, his breathing weakened, his heartbeat slowed.

Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw it—a single snowflake, delicate and perfect, drifting down from the ceiling above. His breath caught in his throat as he watched it fall, impossibly slow, through solid rock. It glowed faintly in the dim light and Henry’s eyes followed its descent, almost hypnotized, until it landed softly on the ground. On something dark, something that wasn’t stone. He crouched down, his stiff knees cracking in protest, and wiped away the snow, his fingers brushing against a cold, unyielding surface.

A hand.

His hand.

His breath caught in his throat. He was looking at himself, at his own lifeless body, crumpled and broken, half-buried in the snow. The wounds were horrific—deep gashes and punctures that were draining the life out of him-- and the realization hit him like a sledgehammer.

This wasn't real.

The snow, the cold, it was all in his head, growing blurry as his brain ran out of oxygen. And the cavern wasn’t just familiar—it was the place he was dying, right now, in the real world. The place where his body was lying, bleeding out into the cold ground, his blood darkening the stone ground.

For a third time, panic surged through him, but it was laced with a deep, bone-weary exhaustion. The wind howled louder, and now Henry could make out voices, battle cries, screeching and yowling in twisted satisfaction. The snow now poured into the cave through the solid ceiling above, burying everything in its path. He wanted to claw his way out, to escape this nightmare, but his limbs wouldn’t respond. The snow was too thick, too heavy, pressing down on him from all sides. As his vision began to blur, the walls of the cave pulsed, breathing with a life of their own, in tandem with his own slowed breaths. The snow continued to fall, endlessly, burying him, until all he could see was white. And then, from the heart of the storm, he saw a figure—a tall, imposing silhouette that moved with unnatural grace, cutting through the blizzard as if it were nothing. Henry tried to focus, but his mind was slipping, the edges of his consciousness fraying like old cloth.

His final thoughts drifted to Bran. A deep guilt welled up inside him. He wouldn’t make it home for Christmas this year. He wouldn’t see his boy’s face light up when he opened his presents, wouldn’t hear his laughter echoing through the house. Regret gnawed at him, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. In his last moments, as the darkness closed in, Henry barely registered the sharp pain in his chest—a bite, cold and searing, as if winter itself had latched onto his heart, and his eyes froze over with unshed tears until the world faded and he breathed his last.

In a long-forgotten catacomb in Wales, as the last drop of Henry's blood soaked into the humid ground, something ancient stirred. Beneath the layers of earth and stone, within the crypt that had long been forgotten, a pair of eyes snapped open. After centuries of entombment, something awoke. The blood of the dying hunter seeped into its consciousness, filling it with the remnants of Henry's life, his memories, his regrets. And once the blood had ran dry, the ancient knight rose from his tomb, his eyes burning with a cold, unholy fire.

He tore through the killers, the blood-thirsty beasts who had chased their prey to the ancient tomb, splattering the walls with their undead blood that burnt to ash, until none were left. Then, he looked down at the broken body of the hunter who had unwittingly become his saviour. With a grim sense of purpose, the knight knelt beside Henry’s lifeless form. He whispered words in a dialect long dead, a prayer, perhaps, or a vow. Then, with a reverence reserved for fallen comrades, the knight lifted the hunter’s body and carried him deeper into the crypt, where heroes were once laid to rest, where the knight's own tomb stood, broken apart from within. The hunter was gone, his spirit entwined with the ancient knight’s own, but his legacy would live on, honoured by one of the very creatures he had once sought to destroy.

The knight sealed the tomb with a final, solemn gesture, then left the catacombs behind and stepped out into the warm summer night, into a world which had long outlived him.

[darabeatha]

MY KING

(source)

[fortune-maiden]

Having been reminded of Umineko for a bit, it's honestly wild for me to remember just how many insanely messed up things occur in that series (and also its sister series Higurashi, and likely Ryukishi07's later works) and then also remember that that series was very formative for me during my high school years.

Today's kids could never xD

[louwhose]

Happy Pi Day! Or... is it pie day? White day?

Whatever, today is something and I'm celebrating whatever it is with this ship I'm far too obsessed with for how little screentime they have.

[capper-tan]

Nine (9) this time! Nineee!

Yea I figured I'd just save the final third for one big compilation

And just a little second animation of that one scene from chapter 23

All my love and appreciation goes to @akozuheiwa for this absolute masterpiece and it's been fun celebrating its 5th anniversary with these little sketches

Once again, an honor to see this series get to where it is now, and I can't wait to see what happens next.

[humbletaxidriver]

Sunday Six!

Surprising myself, I'm back! Thank you so, so much for the comments on my previous Sunday Six, you guys are the best. <3 Scooting over to a different WIP today but Sawashiro's definitely still there... Tagging @four-white-trees, @jichanxo, @higharollakockamamie This one's thoroughly inspired by @ladyananas (consider yourself tagged too!) Summary: Ichi and Kiryu have a slightly different conversation on the rooftop of the homeless camp (IW canon divergence)

“So. You and Sawashiro, huh.”

A small gasp escaped Ichi. He hadn’t expected Kiryu to break the silence, let alone ask a question that could have so many meanings. He didn’t know, did he? It wasn’t as though Kiryu had ever seen them together in the same room. “Yeah, what about us?” Ichi asked as neutrally as he could, which was hardly neutral at all. Unable to look at Kiryu lest he give everything away, Ichi leaned forward over the railing and glanced below. No one there. Zhao’s distant whistling was still audible over the gentle evening breeze. Ichi heard the sigh beside him, caught the shake of Kiryu’s head in his peripheral vision. “You really are a sly dog, dating your captain.” Ichi felt heat rising in his cheeks even as a wave of cold anxiety threatened to crash down his spine. No, he couldn’t panic yet. There was a tease in Kiryu’s tone; was he just messing with him? “Haha,” he laughed, all bravado, “me, dating him? Why would you ever think I was dating Jo?” Yeah, he could do this. He could keep their secret, he was doing fine. Just for some extra reassurance that he was succeeding, Ichi looked over at Kiryu. He was right on time to watch the amused smirk form on his lips, and it suddenly hit Ichi like one of those unexpected cars in the road. He’d called him Jo. He’d called him Jo right to Kiryu’s face, not Captain, not even Sawashiro, but Jo! Ichi’s head dropped as a groan escaped his chest. 100 HP lost, easy.

Something something IW but what if Ichi and Sawashiro were together? Kind of in love with the idea of the angst potential here.

[robyntherav3n]

listen i find ariels to be an extremely fascinating character. but at the same time i understand these comments entirely i would fuck her up with a baseball bat for the shit she did to elphelt