#final battle

[kyalbrownart]

Knock knock, it's Knuckles! 👊💥

[bunnyinfoxclothing]

You know what I’m thinking about?

What if after the battle at Hazbin Hotel as the cannibals clean up the dead angels. They find one that just so happens to still be alive.

I mean I know nifty was going around stabbing some as they landed so it would have to be one really lucky angel.

But picture this.

Vaggie turns around. Intent on heading back inside for a drink. She can’t bare to watch her sisters so ruthlessly torn apart. It makes her stomach turn to see wings torn apart in ways a little too similar to her own.

She feels physically ill. So she walks away.

But then she hears it.

A pained scream.

She runs before she can even think. She’s hardwired to protect. She knows the sound of her sisters and she can’t help the way she throws herself over the quivering body.

The way that dispite being barely able to stand on her own she uses her body as a shield. Offering up her wings to the cannibals in exchange for life.

Knowing the pain that comes with loosing one’s wings and deciding this was the better option than hearing the screams of a slow death from someone she used to love with all her heart.

The way everyone backs up upon seeing her in such a fugue state. Looking to Charlie for an answer.

Charlie who can only look on in confusion then pained understanding as Vaggie rolls off the body then flips onto her stomach, flipping the body over herself then trying desperately to stand.

Weak legs carry them both to the safety of the hotel.

People try to help. Try to take the weight off her. Try to talk to her but the only response they get is an aggressive hiss or bird-like chitter and another step.

Vaggie doesn’t rest until her sister is in the safety of a nest she has never built in all her life. But in this moment of pure feral need to save the only member of her surviving species. The only other down here with her. The only one who can truly hope to understand her. She creates the first of its kind.

[zamadness]

*Final Fight*

Adam : Y-You played me!

GenZ! Reader : *smirking* Like the cheap kazoo, you are!

[frentique]

[malkshayke]

👑The Princess of Hell vs The First Man🪽

Charlie being able to actually HURT Adam was a pretty sick scene, so naturally I HAD to draw it🤩🤩🤩

As rushed as it felt, I actually loved the finale. There’s a lot I could say but I’ll spare y’all for now.💖💖

[a-todd-illustration]

Another tiny fire benders suggestion. Ozai somehow shrinks after Aang removes his bending.

The color pallete was fun to work with!

[queer-cartoons-quotes]

You come at me and my DAUGTHER! dont forguet youre in my house bitch!!!

[vultureboi]

Hear me out!

A lot of bkdk fans want the conclusion in the story to be with a double team up fight. But I don’t think that’s gonna happen. In fact, I think it’s important that it doesn’t happen.

Katsuki has been bossing Izuku around all of their lives. But him falling after taking out AFO? He said “do your best, Izuku.” Which means he trusts him to do it on his own.

Izuku has been told he was useless all his life, the name Deku. But having Katsuki fight with him makes him feel stronger. But I think it’s important that in this fight, Izuku finds his own strength by himself.

Not only has Katsuki been smothering Izuku for years, but Izuku has sat there for the same amount of time thinking he’s not strong enough.

During the vigilante arc, it shows how insecure he is on his own strength. He thinks he has to do it alone to prove that he’s worthy. That if he accepts help that means he wasn’t worthy of OFA in the first place.

So to have this final fight be one where he alone defeats Shigaraki? I think that would be incredible. To have his confidence boost.

And in the relationship between bkdk, it shows that Katsuki believes he IS strong enough. He CAN do it. Finally accepting that Izuku can and will be a hero.

I think this will bring them so much closer together with that added trust!

[cikalys]

⚠️Tears of the kingdom final battle spoilers!

I love this battle

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[myeur-n]

Imagine that the Darkling had just caused the death of his own mother, and he needed to look for you once more

Note:

Purely based on s2 of the Shadow and Bone Netflix series, so some lore might be incorrect

"We've used the last of Baghra's remains for the others," the Darkling's Alkemi informed him, but he remained in his lonely despair in a mind unhinged. He needed a break from all of this planning to expand the Fold and consume the whole of Ravka in his darkness - he needed,

"The Wanderer," he murmured under his breath as his eyes darkened with a new way to beat this grief festering within him.

"Vladim, tell everyone to make use of their new Amplifiers. I'm going to scout ahead for some time," the Darkling pushed himself off his chair and began to march out of his own encampment.

"But General, why can't you just let the others do it for you?" his Alkemi raised a brow.

"That's none of your concern," the Darkling turned back at him, eyes glaring into his very soul while the corners of his camp turned darker. "Do as I say and speak nothing of it?" He ordered again through gritted teeth. The Alkemi pressed his lips hard against each other and nodded.

The Darkling mounted his horse and wasted no time astriding North, knowing what he needed was somewhere in the Fjerdan borders, the last time he had heard of her.

You were knee deep in a river with a ceramic vase in your hand. As you dipped it into the cold yet calm, icy river to collect the cold waters, you carefully walked your way out of river. Looking around your surroundings first to ensure that no one was looking, you slowly heated the vase with your own fire.

"Not very discreet now, aren't we?" A familiar voice suddenly called out from within the darkness of the forest ahead of you.

"Who's there?" You frowned and clenched your fists tight, though you already had an idea whose voice it belonged to.

"Y/n, has it really been that long since we last saw each other?" The Darkling calmly sauntered out of the shadows of the trees, with both his hands clasped behind his back.

"Its you. How long has it been? Half a century, I'd bet," you moved toward him and shoved your vase into his hands.

"Do you not know who I am?" He turned to you with a cold tone, but you've been living in the Fjerdan mountains long enough to know that he was just playing around with you.

"Whatever identity you've taken this time, Aleksander, I don't care. Just don't bother me with your propaganda," and both of you began to walk towards your modest cabin made of wood and steel, blanketed in a thick layer of snow.

"Anyway, what brings you here? This place isn't exactly friendly to Grisha. And I've heard that you're not really popular in Ravka either," you opened the door and led him in first. Just as he was about to sit on your favourite spot and in your living room with his ridiculously massive fur coat, you forced it out of him, which he complied with a light, but bittersweet smile.

The Darkling was usually broody, but you knew that something was genuinely upsetting him.

"How about we sit by the fireplace while I make some tea, then? Just like old times," you offered.

"I'm willing to sit by the fireplace, but I do not wish to drink your horrible tea," he only said as he looked around your plain house. You nodded and went to the kitchen, still within earshot of what your guest would say.

"I didn't imagine that you would live someplace so... small, Little Saint," he remarked on the lack of decorations in your house. "Then again, you're the one who's lesser in ambition between us two,".

"You don't understand, Aleksander. Not everyone lives in your Little Palace, under the riches of the kings that betrayed our own kind," you brought two mugs of hot drinks to the fireplace and settled down slowly next to him, passing one of them to him.

"I told you, I don't want your tea," he groaned.

"Its hot cocoa. And stop complaining like a child," you rolled your eyes.

Cautiously, he accepted it and took a few sips, before he placed it down next to him.

"Y/n, there's something I must tell you," he began.

You didn't answer, but your silence beckoned him to continue talking.

"That is... I wish you could have accepted the title of Saint, y/n. If you had been at the Little Palace with me from the start, you could have kept me in check," he choked out his words.

"I don't think old friends could have changed you. You've turned from the path we used to walk together hundreds of years ago,".

"But with you there, you could have at least - burnt some sense into me, like you've always done," he hissed as his eyes glared into fireplace. "You could have...," he breathed, then your living room began to darken with his shadow.

"Could have what?".

"You could have saved me from killing my own mother," his voice trembled as the confession took place.

"What?" You resigned your comfort in his presence and began to crawl backwards and away from him.

"Its true. I killed my mother-,".

"How could you do that to Baghra?!" You shot upwards, now fully standing and prepared to summon your wildfire to protect yourself.

Had the Darkling came to you to destroy every reminder of his past? Both of you had been comrades since you were children - you were his first friend, follower and soldier. If he could kill Baghra - the very person who birthed him and stood by his side for centuries, then what of you?

"No, no, don't be scared, y/n!" He held his hands out, expression contorted in fear - but not fear of you.

You summoned a sphere of concentrated fire, but then, suddenly the shadow around you began to form a beast of more than 8 feet tall, barely able to fit into your own cabin. The beast brushed past the Darkling and stretched out its dark tentacles toward you, prepared to decapitate you - and you recognised it from Baghra's old stories, that it was a Nichevo'ya.

Only the Sun Summoner could stun this monster.

You spread out your fire into the Cut, prepared to fight against it.

"NO, don't do it!" The Darkling shouted, but his voice drowned out between you and the monster. You took a deep breath, and as the Nichevo'ya stretched its hands towards you for the killing blow, you quickly turn defensive and made a shield of fire.

It let out an ear-piercing scream, and you summoned a beam of fire from your core, before you penetrated it into the monster of darkness.

The Nichevo'ya disappeared into the shadows.

Your breathing was ragged and you needed to take a seat, so you clumsily rest yourself against your own wall.

"Was that the thing that killed your mother?" You let out a tired sigh.

"Yes...," the Darkling only stared in silence at you.

"And it's yours?".

"Yes,".

"How dare you use merzost again! Can't you see that its hurt thousands of people once, and now you've gone ahead and did it to your own mother," you exclaimed at him and rushed to open the door. "Get out and never come back. I can't see you like this," turning your gaze away from his scarred face, you tried to control your breathing.

"You know I never meant to, y/n," he began to unbuckle his knees and slowly approached you, as if he feared both your wrath and himself.

"It was always like that, Aleksander. You weren't a monster when all of this obsession to save our kind began. You were our commander - someone I could pour my loyalty for. But now," you turned your head away, holding back your tears. "You're obsessed with hunting down this Sun Summoner of yours and expanding the Fold. Won't that kill all Grisha too?".

The Darkling pursed his lips and studied your face. Slowly turning to finally meet his eyes once, you realised that he was displeased with your opinions, but made no move to silent you with any threat.

"I promised those that follow my command they will be safe," he added in a low voice.

"And I'll bet that they believed it. However, you know that you can't fool me. I was there with you for hundreds of years, heard thousands of your promises to all of Grisha. And you only brought upon them ruin and death with your ambition,".

Your old friend remained silent and only stared at you, wide-eyed and furious. He shifted his gaze to the door you've opened wide to beckon for his leave. Nodding, his legs slowly brought him outside your house. You followed him out as if you're still attracted to his power of command like all those years ago.

"Aleksander," you said once more, and he stopped in his tracks at the middle of forest. "You're not a monster like what everyone has said, especially your Alina Starkov. If she had seen what the previous kings had done to Grisha, the way that people had hunted us down and refused to provide us any food and water - simply because you requested more from the king, she would have done the same despite what she thought of herself," you approached him and cupped his one metallic hand, and his real one in yours.

You flinched a bit at how cold it was.

"I know I can't stop you once you've started your plans, but please," you began to rub your fingers against his knuckles, warming them up with your fire of hearth. "Don't kill the Sun Summoner. You're already lonely enough, and I can't see you ruin yourself for another century again," your breath trembled.

He nodded, and only looked into your bright eyes of hope with his starless ones. You weren't begging him to promise himself to your words, for you knew that your old friend couldn't break his promises to you - and so his silence revealed to you - that even he did not know if he would kill his Sun Summoner or not.

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his neck and embraced him. The Darkling closed his eyes, held back his breath and only buried his face within your arms.

Something was telling you that this might be the last time you'd see him, and he thought so too.

[21threjectedsoul]

Althought it's one of my favorite pfp I ever made I still don't know if I posted it here. Just like most of my Metal Sonic edits I also did this one in a angry time and oh boy, all Kaiju-like Metal Sonic forms are hella badass but my favorite is surely Metal Overlord. He looks so menacing, unnatural yet something about it look so free. Anyway, gotta end this post quickly since I'm currently on college~

[rion-isnot-an-ai]

Warning: blood and gore

Hanako’s death

She passes away in Iguro’s arms after the final battle

(In the bottom image I added some lyrics form the song “chasing cars”)

(Idk what happened to the quality 😭 it looks blurry 😢)

Hanako’s left arm is torn off while fighting Muzan, and her left temple is slashed by demon Tanjiro. She dies soon after Tanjiro becomes human again.

She dies in the main story (but I have an AU where she survives)

Edit: I did the wrong arm, so I just mirrored the image to fix it- :<

[zamadness]

*Final Battle*

GenZ! Reader : I recognise that the Council has made a decision. But given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it.

From Marvel movie : The Avengers - Nick Fury

[frentique]

[venus-minako]

Usagi’s eternal wish ✧

[theyoterman]

art i dids for REASANS Retribution cover.......... UNDerale YEllow.. 🤠🔫🐦

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