This is just a random blog of things that I find interesting, as well as a few creative endeavors here and there.
A Series of Unfortunate Events. Ace Attorney. Code Geass. Disney. Durarara!!. Final Fantasy. Good Omens. Gundam Wing. Harry Potter. His Dark Materials. Homestuck. House of Leaves. Katekyo Hitman Reborn!. Kingdom Hearts. Loveless. Neon Genesis Evangelion. No.6. Percy Jackson. Sailor Moon. The Wizard of Oz. Yugioh!.
Lineart credit to the lovely dakt, coloring by me!
Had SO much fun coloring this in the stream omg.
…stream also being why everyone has funky undies.
savageblow asked you: bone crushing hugs kh trios
sketches for madoka au???
The very first time, he goes it alone. He has watched Sora, the self-sacrificing, make the ultimate decision in the face of it all; to become a witch, or to die? In the end, the choice was the same, but he did not let despair eat him. He hardly let it touch him; and when Riku shouted out in the face of darkness, asking him why, why, why, the answer was simple, with a smile on his face and tired tears in those bright blue eyes.
"If I win here, the world will be safe for you again."
That was the day that Riku made his contract for the Keyblade, and the day he used it to turn the gears of the clock backwards.
The second time, Sora gives into despair. His hair goes dark, his eyes glow orange and yellow and evil, and he just laughs and laughs and laughs, and with the last of the light that’s left in him, he begs Riku:
"Kill me. Please."
He tries. He tries harder than ever to find some way to save him, but he can’t, he can’t bring himself to do it, and before he finally summons up the courage, another keyblade shines through the darkness and puts Sora to his rest.
Kairi watches Riku with tears running down her face and a steely resolve in her posture.
"You’re not doing this alone. We’ll save him together."
The final time, he wants to give up and die. He is weak and bloody and battered, and Kairi is no better, limp at his side. She’s killed more Heartless than he has and it shows, in the way she holds her blade. He teased her at first for it; it’s covered in flowers and sunshine but he knows, now. He knows that it promises her victims an escape, a better life. It’s the last glimpse of paradise before they’re freed from hell.
"Riku, I can do it, I can help—" Sora’s shouts from behind them send shivers up his spine, and he snaps back so hard and so fast that he regrets it.
"No! I’m not letting you make that mistake! We’re doing this for you, Sora!"
Kairi leaps in front of Sora to defend him from an attack. Her magical barrier is good, but it’s weakening; only a few more Firagas flown her way and she might not be able to take much more. He can’t let her die, but he can’t let Sora go either, and he’s starting to see red as blood drips into his face from the onslaught of attacks he’s being forced to try and block—
Then, there it is; he sees it, the flash of light in Sora’s hand. He’s failed again. He’s failed. He can’t win, no matter how many times he turns it back, no matter how many times he tries, he can’t save him, he can’t—
Sora extends his hand to him, lifting him to his feet, pulling the painful weight of the broken ribs away with a simple Cure—no, Curaga, like he’s known it all of his life.
"Come on, Riku," Sora smiles, and he pulls Kairi to his other side, healing her wounds with just as much finesse. He’s a natural.
"This time, let’s all do it together!"
Thinking of you, wherever you are
For those who never made it to the beach