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Medal and torch kiss when
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(2nd place Medal 6/10)
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mako-neexu · 8 days
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Id chapter is insane. im so stressed even after more than 2 months of its release. because the Class who won for the entirety of Ordeal Call (dare i say it: the entirety of FGO?) so far are the Avengers. (so far... at least for me..lets hope ruler and foreiner OCs are good...also idk read my og tags for this)
its probably just me overthinking... i dont know if sakurai thought this far but its just so good. because... like. the current arc's focus is on the Classes and the recent main story focused on Avengers.
Avengers. heroic spirits. Extra Class. Those who speak of hate yet are born from love and those who speak love yet are born from hate. The basis of each and all of the heroic spirits in the Throne are simply because they are all records. They are spirits and shadows of those who have lived long ago and those are currently living somewhere or those who have still yet to live and are from the future. Either way, anyone summoned from the Throne is what makes them a Servant. A copy of the real thing. Beings made of ether, ghosts who are a set of records and memories given form.
Avengers are the very embodiment of holding onto the past. Oblivion Correction, being able to remember even beyond time loops or universes could be considered more of a curse than a blessing for these flames whose lives burn endlessly from hate and anger and sorrow from towards those who have wronged them. Flames who would burn endlessly and would stop at nothing even should their retribution be at the cost proper human history's ashes.
Records. Human and beast shaped memories given form. They are beings of stagnacy and cannot grow well past beyond their current state. As only those who are currently living have the privilege of being the only ones to grow. Do you understand me? Do you understand what I'm getting at?
Avengers are more records and fragments of themselves - Alters, Innocent Monsters, collective will of hatred from many people condensed into one - beyond any Class of the Throne. As such they cannot grow. They will never grow for they will remain as flames and inhuman creatures that will ultimately consume and burn all that is within their sights.
And yet, the very Avenger considered to be the greatest, to be the representative and leader of the group was able to transcend the impossible.
Only the living have that right to escape their impending deaths, their doom, their fate. Servants, nothing more than familiars, don't have that right anymore. Not anymore as they don't truly exist in the present.
And yet. And yet.
The Count of Monte Cristo claws an eye out, splits his skull open, rips an entire arm out, bleeds himself dry to change himself. Change himself down to his very core and almost every aspect of him, all for the sake of one person alone.
He was able to take a step forward. An extreme impossibility in and of itself to these burning spirits who are broken records incarnate.
Just one step. Look away from the past without discarding it, still carrying it close, still remaining who he is and yet his sights are on the night sky above, to that star twinkling so gently, so brightly ahead of him that there is no helping that feeling of breathlessness he feels.
Far different from choking on smoke, far different from drowning beneath the icy waves of a prison tower by the sea.
To that person who is his fate, who is his star, his light, and fire in this second life, they extend a hand out to him with a dazzling smile.
Oh.
The Count of Monte Cristo, far beyond salvation and absolution, must think, This in itself is poison. This in itself is ambrosia given form.
With a hand, a resolute gaze telling him he isn't alone, Edmond Dantes, King of the Cavern, the Count of Monte Cristo was able to move forward, change himself and turn into a flame that would pave the way for that star which seeks its own wishes to be fulfilled. To that partner, co-conspirator, accomplice who always walked forward and never wavered in wanting to fight by his side, the Avengers won here and now.
Because to be loved is to be changed.
And being able to change, find yourself capable of it, there is growth. And in growth, for these heroic spirits, ghosts, those who have long passed...
What is that, if not, victory to all of the Avengers themselves?
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moonpaw · 2 years
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thinking about how the island where luffy was raised is called Dawn Island and how he embarks from it and 2 years later we’re at Wano where people have been waiting for the Dawn for a very long time and Luffy is here to bring it
#one piece#one piece spoilers#in the tags!!! >> 1044+#also something something about luffy eating his sun related fruit on an island called dawn#anyway with this im expecting where ever blackbeard is from to be named something night related#or some kind of word play like mihawks little island#OH also there's ace and sabo who were raised on dawn and eat the flame fruit#which ace directly calls the sun with one of his attacks when battling blackbeard#so all three are connected through dawn island and the sun#frothing at the mouth with how many times the sun comes into play and i never noticed#the fishman tattoos in arlong park from the sun pirates#shandians worshiping the god of the sun#the giants doing the same but with the sun's cycle and rebirth(?)#enis lobby being an island that is always daylight and this is totally a theory but i think that's where that one lost island from 800 years#ago used to be#blasted apart by an ancient weapon or whatever the fuck imu has going on before slapping his own island down there in victory#but that island is ALWAYS DAYTIME#it's juicy#what else is there#god i need to rewatch one piece and pick everything apart and string cheese it until i have every thread of information#oh luffy clearing the skies after enel darkened them with his stormclouds#probably not REALLY related but considering the sun shines down on him soooo clearly and brilliantly that it shows his shadow down#to the blue sea? i'll take it#skypeia is totally the first nika hint anyway with the sun god being mentioned (in the past) and luffy's shadow during the campfire AND#the drums after enel is defeated#so yeah i'll fucking take it#GOD i love one piece im going to devour the entire series from the ground up
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reddragonraz · 6 months
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it is currently REAL SAFRA HOURS
a collection of sketches cuz i just draw her when im sad
feat. vic with flowers in his hair because he deserves nice things ( @shepspencil )
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heroftruth · 7 months
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Everytime I find an old mutual from another fandom here it is just SO MUCH JOY
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shepspencil · 10 months
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Part four: Vic in the final round of War for Rayuba.
I'm still very happy with this big flashy pose, but I'm very fond of the previous round's ref sheet, too. This last reference was most used for a big 2v2 comic that, on our side, didn't quite get finished, but a fun time was had all around.
I'm not sure how I feel about the sword anymore - it was just intended for this fight - but it's always fun to experiment.
I'm really happy with how the side doodles turned out this time, and overall, this is one of the most cohesive outfits he's had - the "tunic" makes the most sense here, I feel.
This is also my favorite rendition of the "please just call him Vic" joke, too.
In conclusion, Vic has been one of my longest running OCs, and I hope you've enjoyed this trip down memory lane as much as I have.
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neithergodsnormen · 2 days
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Daeron Tag Drop
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class1akids · 2 years
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“You’ll never be like All Might” (Ch 356)
“That’s All Might’s pose, you know.” “No, different arm, he uses his left.”
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Some of yall are pisisng me off so here’s a list of
Actors that could be Xaden Riorson that aren’t the same 10 white guys that are in everything
Alex Tarrant
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Diego Tinoco
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Charles Melton
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Keith Powers
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Alex Landi
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Michael Cimino
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Avan Jogia
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Khylin Rhambo
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Alex Aiono
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Suraj Sharma
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shotattheshow · 11 months
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[PHOTOS] Nita Strauss @ Rickshaw Theatre
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Shots by Jacob Zinn
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Medal, listen to me CAREFULLY. you are a homiesexual. Torch is the homie.
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Medal: ... Dammit..
(2nd place Medal 3/10)
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x-for-a-y · 4 months
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what you need to understand about me is that while i am a big major fan of jake from state farm from doatk i am also "songs used in advertisements" 's biggest hater
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reddragonraz · 6 months
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some people draw their own ocs when they’re feeling angsty, i draw @shepspencil ‘s toaster man because i’m Insufferable
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yeyinde · 10 days
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size kink!King Simon Riley x virgin!reader.
Simon's never fucked a virgin before. never had an appetite for them, really. the type he prefers are easy prey. the ones who'll let him rut his fat cock into them until he cums, who always marvel at how big he is. everywhere. who wimper through the stretch, brows pinched tight and fists balled up, but can't fight the victory in their eyes when they reach the bottom, taking him to the root. proud, then, that they conquered this particular beast. he's fine with what he has. really—
but then he finds you. and it's over when your little fawn eyes fall on him, bringing this massive beast to his knees.
the only problem is. he's too big. much too big for you.
he can't fuck you properly so he pushes his cock against your slit, squeezes your thighs tight together, and ruts you like this. a pale imitation of the real thing, of course. but he gets off on how small you look under him, how he pushes out from between your thighs with each stroke, leaking precum all over your belly. marking you.
sex with you is him breaking your pussy in on his thick, rough fingers. one has you wincing, teeth clenched tight. like you've never been touched before. fuck. sweet as pie, aren't you? then two. a tight fit, but he makes it work. suckles on your clit until you gush around him, pussy knotting up around his knuckles like a vice. three is evidently more than you can handle. you howl into the sheets as he forces another finger inside, tongue laving over the stretched skin of your cunt. makes it up to you by wringing out several orgasms with his fingers pressed inside of your cunt, his tongue glued to your clit. his jaw, chin, and neck are drenched, and he basks in tang of you while you wimper against his chest, little sniffles dying out as he cuts his big palm over your pussy, holding you like that. owned. claimed. (almost) all his.
when he isn't fingering you, or spreading you over the sheets, thighs stretched wide over his shoulders as he buries his face into your sweet, sweet pussy, he likes to tap the head of his cock against your slit, admiring the sheer vastitude of your differing sizes. his cock slides between your thighs in a way that it almost garish to look at. awful. strokes his cock the sight of it as he makes you suck on his fingers, and play with your nipples. cums all over your chest, your face. makes you cum all over his, too. it's only fair, after all.
or it's just the tip—literally—because that's the most he can push inside of you before you're whining his name, little fists pounding his chest, pushing him back, trying to get this battering ram out of your sore, stuffed pussy. so he settles for working you open on three fingers, his tongue. loosening you up as much as he can before pushing the head of his fat cock inside of you until you start whimpering out his name. too much, too much, too much—
and then he leans back on his haunches to watch as your hands stroke along his shaft, letting just the head of his cock shallowly fuck into you, stretching your cunt out around him. it's obscene. lewd. he thinks he can smell brimstone clogging his nose, flaming licking his skin, with each inch he forces you to take. gets off on the sight alone, of him greedily giving you another inch. and then another. another. can already see the bulge in your belly. the heavy outline of his thick cock splitting you apart.
he cums inside of you like this. just the tip, fuckin' hell. cumming in your pussy as you masterbate his cock and whine at the too full, overstuffed feeling of him filling you up.
he can't help but to imagine what it would be like when you finally give in, when he pushes the full length of himself into you, splitting you apart around his considerable girth—
feels his cock pulse in response, spitting more spend out into your drenched cunt, plugged up nice and tight around him.
Simon knows you were made for him (and him alone). it's just that some toys need to be broken in before you can play with them. he'll see to it that you're broken in just right.
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shepspencil · 10 months
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Part 2:
This reference image, and outfit, started in Round 2 of War for Rayuba, and went on for several rounds. I'm still very fond of this iteration of his design. The poncho adds a nice extra color to him.
It went through some changes, as you'll see, but the poncho stuck around in some form or another.
The second round was a big highlight for me, and I'll post the comic of that round sometime soon. I'm still very proud of it, and it was the only comic from the entire tournament that I managed to color in its entirety.
It was exhausting, but WFR was a huge milestone for me overall. I made a lot of friends, whether we've drifted or not, and it was a big step forwards for me personally.
I still think of the tournament as a crucible for my art skills. Drawing so rapidly on a deadline teaches you a lot.
If you know me from there? Hi there! Good to see you again.
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rabbitcruiser · 5 months
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World War II: After eight days of brutal house-to-house fighting, the Battle of Ortona concluded with the victory of the 1st Canadian Infantry Division over the German 1st Parachute Division and the capture of the Italian town of Ortona on December 28, 1943.
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