Heathen687

I think it’s a year now since I did this👀

reasoning: part two to yami yugi, sharing his body with the soul of an ancient egyptian pharoah who he would rather LITERALLY FUCKING BURN TO DEATH than be without. also he's pretty gay for his bestie jounouchi check it out:

reasoning: 1. wears a collar as part of his day-to-day outfit. 2. his soul is inextricably intertwined with another man's, who he would do ANYTHING to protect. 3. when that other soul was taken from him, he was fully inconsolable for like 5 episodes straight. supplemental material:

Taken away

Atem/Shadow: @lunaticdoodles 🌙

Yugi/Sonic: @kyuxhtsyu 🌹

Reflecting

Version without fade 🔽

more bey kids /////

beyblade is absolutely awful for consistency re: art style and character design between different seasons (so many eye colour changes… why this), so shoving my fave kids into my own style was a fun lil challenge!!

genuinely why tf did burst steal everyones melanin. like dont get me wrong you can have pale characters but literally almost EVERYONE is pale 😭😭 mfb took all the melanin for itself

someone called lui a mini ryuga so

theyre both haters 😁😁

2 apples tall..... 🍎🍎

Let's imagine for a sec guys..

You thought you did a good job.

You thought you were saving everyone. Thought this was the right thing to do.

Give up your name.

Give up your voice. Identity lost.

No one told you you'd be trapped in stasis. Lost to time. Not a thought to your name.

No. No one had really thought through any of your rule had they? You were young. Naive. Scared. Tired. And yet you served. Like a sheep sat on the dinner plate.

And this feeling seems to build up as you slowly lose pieces of yourself to the endless time in the gaping void of the millennium puzzle.

That you did something wrong. This was your fault. That you don't deserve the love and comforts of a happy, completely carefree childhood.

When you finally get freed from this birdcage you locked yourself in, are you happy? Scared? Angry? Lost? Or just numb?

No one remembers the name of À̸̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̖̖̟̖̙̉̅̍̋̔̇̿̄̃̐̉̅̏̏̾̈̏̎̐͐̏͆́̿̂̅̂̓̿̆͛͐̿͊̈́͆̃̽̂̒̌̎̍̈̍̈͒̅̃͂̄̏̐́͋̌͐̃̅̐́͐̒̆͌͌͂̍͂͊̈̅͋̃͌̓̓͊̆́̇̀̽̈́͌̒͑̾̈́̀̉̀̏̂̆̓̋́͊̀́̐̀́̈́̈̉̔́̏͂́̎̌͌̍̔̈́͋̈͐̌͑̐̔̑̑̊̓̃͛͛͛̿̊̀͐̕̚͘̚̚̕̕̕͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅṰ̷̨̨̢̢̡̧̧̨̡̩͈͚̭̼̱̹̤͔̭̭͙̮̼̠̫̭̦̙̗̣͙̱̙̖̖̹̺͇̻̗̞̪̯̟̝̜̜̬͙̱̻̻̤͚͚̝̻̫̘͚̖̙̭̜̮̺̻̥̳͖͖̪̯̙̟̺̪̳̺͔̮̗̦̱̮͇̰̗̣̫̮͚̔͐̄̿̎̀̽̈́͂̈̃́̅̐̏̕͘͜͜ͅE̸̡̢̢̡̡̢̡̧̨̢̡̨̨̘̤͍̦̣̝͙̲͔̪̱͉̱̠̣̱̗̮͙͍̥͇̥͍̩̟̰͕͎̲̤̜̙͓̥͇̗͖͍̹͍͓͚̲̤̫̞̺̩̬̹̜̪̹̳͈̥̘̱̩̭͎͈͇̫͙͍͇͇͖̯͎̤͙̖̟̩̪̖͉̰͙̻̳͇̫̹̘͖̟̺̳͇̦̪̙̖̙̝͔͇̯͙̜͙̭̤͇̝͎̘̺̼̻͐̂̊̓͐͊̆̅̏͆̀̐̈̽͗͑͌̾̇̏͑̽̇̀̚͘͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅM̵̡̢̢̢̨̨̡̢̡̨̩̫̝̘̥͕̟̺̘̞̫̲̤̙̫̟͈̦̦̞̘̪̱̩̖̠͕̬̗̯̘̮͇͉̜̦̤͚̰̝͚͈̜̹͍͉̙̫̥̻̮̪̗͚̘̜̻̼̙͕̹͚͓͔̪̼͔͇̟̯͇̳̱͚͙̣̰̮̰͍͓̣̘̮̮̭͈̺̙͈̹̣͈̀̂̉̊͐̓̈̈́̾̈͌͌͛̄̈́̽͐̍͐͊̿̀̏̔̆͋̕͜͜͠͝ͅͅ.

The name of H̸̢̢̧̡̢̧̨̢̢̧̛̟̫͉̯̟̣̹͚̬̞̮̖̭̲͇̖̳͚͈̙̺̣̬̼̮̹͚͓͔̟͙͎̤̰̲̦̯͓̝̗͕͍̘̯͕͈̦̻̞̰̗͉̥̹̮͇̳͕̣̟̳̻̺̠̰͉̰̲͇͎̙̻̲͕̟̹̎̊̈́̈́̀̐̊̄́͂̀͌̔͑̅͆̊̇̈̍̆͗́̿̃̑̃̑͗̊̿̔̾̀̊̇̌̈͆͆͌̃͌̉̅͐̈̿̅͆͒͋̅̿̔̐̈́̿̒̏̏̈́̂̌̆̋͒͗̂͆̿͊̉͌̊̀̆͒͗͛̌͆͌̓̌̓̓̏̋͂́͛͂͗̔̓̔̒̈́͆̊͆̀̅̏͌̔̈́̊̆̊͗̈́̂̓̂͌̒̐͑̀́̒͂̌͆̇̃͐͂̌̏̌̍̑̂̍̋̂͗̾͗̈́̑͌̾̈̈́̈́͂̾̒̋̓͐̊̈́̅̓̎̃̊̍̀̂̏̍̄͘͘͘͘̕̕̕͘̕͜͜͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͠͠͝͠͝ͅI̵̢̧̧̢̡̧̨̡̨̡̢̡̧̡̢̡̢̢̢̡̢̛͇͖̻͎̟̝̹̦̭̺̰̲͔͎̜̯̦̙͙̥̩͖̘̹̖̟̟̭̘̝̗̬̣̙̦̫̩̮̩̙͔͉̥̲̜͉̙̦̼̞̙͔͍͈̪̦̥̞̜̙̘̜͈͚͕̬̥͚̹̜͇̥͈̦̥͓̥̰͔̩͖̻̰̝͚̜̬̜̥̙̞̥̗̮͖͎̣̤̣̪̩̱̩̳̙͙͈̜̠̪̮͇̫̞̤̳͇͎̮͇̮̱̱̤̖̦͍̭̜̯̜̼̳̩̟̲̖̭̟̥͈͖̪̱͗̏̋͐̾͗̎̀́̀̃̀̐̎͗̈́̒͐̎̿̏̊̑̄̊́͆͒̇̿̌̂̾̂̈́͒̃̂̋͆͂̐͋̃̓̍̏̉̂̾̓͌̀̈́̑̎̽͋̈́̀̄͗͑́́̔̓̎̎͌͂̐͐̅̓̈͛̽̑̎͆̽̓̈́̎͐̊͊̑͛̈͋͐̌͊͆̉̃̂́̋̏̉̃͑̌̇͆̈́͑̌̓̎́͒̂͋̐͒̃͊͌͑̆̍̓̇̑̍̊̈́̀̕͘͘͘͘̕͘͘̕͘͜͝͝͠͝͠͝͠͝͠͝͠ͅͅͅM̴̧̨̢̨̡̢̧̢̡̢̰̖͔͍̹̰̱̩̲͍͓̻̱͎̖̟̜͓̩̙̦̝̞͈̺̯̘̫̳̞̥̝̫̯̯͔̥͙̘͈͇̱̹̖̦̯̫̳̳͓̳̩̺͎̣͕̱͙͚̖͕̠̭͔̯͙͉̜̭̝̯̺͕͕̣̜̺͎̮̱̳̲͉̜̯̣̣̪̞̰̺͆͑̀̾̀̊͛͊̉̀̓̌͂̑̀̄͘͠͝

Maybe he never existed at all. Maybe he's always just been

Ỳ̴̢̢̨̨̧̺͍͈͓̝̹͚̗̠̫̱͓̟͇̻̭̺̠͍͇̦̘̩̝̬̤̖͈̝͍̹̤̪̟͕̦̘̯͎̌̏̾͗̇́̏͋̀̽͋̓̅̀̔̂̄̋̀͗͆͐͛͒̎̀͗̑̽̃̋͒̊͛̅͂͋̈́̅̔̋̅̃͆̿̍̄̄̃̌̔̆̄͒̏̑́̄̂̂̆̀̏̐͋̔́̈̀̆͗̌͂͐̀̏̔̓̆̿͊͋̇̄̄̾͆̄͌́͒́̈́́͐̎̃̚̕̚͘̕̚̚̚͜͝͝͝U̸̧̢̧̧̡̡̢̧̢̧̨̘̠̺͔̤͎̟̲̰̠̼̳̝̹̺͖̣̳͈̰̰̪͎̥̬̭̤̤̬̮̟̮̱̣͇͍̠͉͙̮̩͙̫͈̘̮̩͉͇̰͇͔͕̳̦̦̪̯̠̳̹͙̜̬̥͓̰̻͎̰̭͉̬͉͈͔͓̮̠̰͇̱̼̗̪̟͙̘̤̪͍͍̪̜̟͉̹̦͉͚̜̯̣͖̬̙̤̻̟͎̯͉̅̏̀͐̈́̃̇̌̓̌̐̽̈́̈́́̃̀̈́̋̆̃̽̀̋̈̈͑͊̽̆̿̇̀̓̈́͐́̇̄̆́̌͐̇̇̔͑̌͂̀́͊̀͋̆̎̂̄́̅̽͌̑͛̇̒̃̔̽̎͑͆̀̉̉̉̈́͋͊̅̉̊̍͌̃͊̊́̑̉̇̈̋̀̾͒̊͒̅̓͑̎͒̉͒͘͘̚͘̕̚͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͠͝͠ͅͅͅĢ̴̢̨̧̡̙̺̟̱̘̻̳͕͉̼͓̫̫̲̝͚̰̦̜̳͓̥̖̦̦̝̻̱̺̪͎̭̬̯̥͎͕͇͙͎͚̣̳̤̩̜̰̟̪̺̙̟̹̖̟̠̖̤͔͕̗̪͖̬̯̭͉͈͚͓̺̭̬͔̞̫̜̙̖̤̼͓̘̯͉̓̒̈̓̒͋̇͑̚͜͜͝͠ͅI̸̡̡̡̧̧̧̨̢̛̠̠̻̭͙̺̤͕͕͎̯̬̖̝͙̦͔̟͍͇̠̱̘͈͖̻͔̯͔̗͉̫̗̥̹̣̖̦̭̪̯̜͉͎̥̝̣̩͎͙̭̖̙̞͇̤̯̺͇̲͇̮̲͉͚̳̬͙̞̺̠̠̾̀̐̈̒͌̒̒͌͒̒͛̐̇̃̐̓̓͒̇̉̋̍̎͒̔̈́̈́̓͗͐̑̒̽̊̈́̒̿̃̊̂̅̎̉̏̈́̍̃̃̒̂̏͊̌͛͊̅̈̈́̀̓͛̐͋̂͘͘͜͜͠͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅ.

Just Ỳ̴̢̢̨̨̧̺͍͈͓̝̹͚̗̠̫̱͓̟͇̻̭̺̠͍͇̦̘̩̝̬̤̖͈̝͍̹̤̪̟͕̦̘̯͎̌̏̾͗̇́̏͋̀̽͋̓̅̀̔̂̄̋̀͗͆͐͛͒̎̀͗̑̽̃̋͒̊͛̅͂͋̈́̅̔̋̅̃͆̿̍̄̄̃̌̔̆̄͒̏̑́̄̂̂̆̀̏̐͋̔́̈̀̆͗̌͂͐̀̏̔̓̆̿͊͋̇̄̄̾͆̄͌́͒́̈́́͐̎̃̚̕̚͘̕̚̚̚͜͝͝͝U̸̧̢̧̧̡̡̢̧̢̧̨̘̠̺͔̤͎̟̲̰̠̼̳̝̹̺͖̣̳͈̰̰̪͎̥̬̭̤̤̬̮̟̮̱̣͇͍̠͉͙̮̩͙̫͈̘̮̩͉͇̰͇͔͕̳̦̦̪̯̠̳̹͙̜̬̥͓̰̻͎̰̭͉̬͉͈͔͓̮̠̰͇̱̼̗̪̟͙̘̤̪͍͍̪̜̟͉̹̦͉͚̜̯̣͖̬̙̤̻̟͎̯͉̅̏̀͐̈́̃̇̌̓̌̐̽̈́̈́́̃̀̈́̋̆̃̽̀̋̈̈͑͊̽̆̿̇̀̓̈́͐́̇̄̆́̌͐̇̇̔͑̌͂̀́͊̀͋̆̎̂̄́̅̽͌̑͛̇̒̃̔̽̎͑͆̀̉̉̉̈́͋͊̅̉̊̍͌̃͊̊́̑̉̇̈̋̀̾͒̊͒̅̓͑̎͒̉͒͘͘̚͘̕̚͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͠͝͠ͅͅͅĢ̴̢̨̧̡̙̺̟̱̘̻̳͕͉̼͓̫̫̲̝͚̰̦̜̳͓̥̖̦̦̝̻̱̺̪͎̭̬̯̥͎͕͇͙͎͚̣̳̤̩̜̰̟̪̺̙̟̹̖̟̠̖̤͔͕̗̪͖̬̯̭͉͈͚͓̺̭̬͔̞̫̜̙̖̤̼͓̘̯͉̓̒̈̓̒͋̇͑̚͜͜͝͠ͅI̸̡̡̡̧̧̧̨̢̛̠̠̻̭͙̺̤͕͕͎̯̬̖̝͙̦͔̟͍͇̠̱̘͈͖̻͔̯͔̗͉̫̗̥̹̣̖̦̭̪̯̜͉͎̥̝̣̩͎͙̭̖̙̞͇̤̯̺͇̲͇̮̲͉͚̳̬͙̞̺̠̠̾̀̐̈̒͌̒̒͌͒̒͛̐̇̃̐̓̓͒̇̉̋̍̎͒̔̈́̈́̓͗͐̑̒̽̊̈́̒̿̃̊̂̅̎̉̏̈́̍̃̃̒̂̏͊̌͛͊̅̈̈́̀̓͛̐͋̂͘͘͜͜͠͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅ...

Let's imagine for a sec guys..

You thought you did a good job.

You thought you were saving everyone. Thought this was the right thing to do.

Give up your name.

Give up your voice. Identity lost.

No one told you you'd be trapped in stasis. Lost to time. Not a thought to your name.

No. No one had really thought through any of your rule had they? You were young. Naive. Scared. Tired. And yet you served. Like a sheep sat on the dinner plate.

And this feeling seems to build up as you slowly lose pieces of yourself to the endless time in the gaping void of the millennium puzzle.

That you did something wrong. This was your fault. That you don't deserve the love and comforts of a happy, completely carefree childhood.

When you finally get freed from this birdcage you locked yourself in, are you happy? Scared? Angry? Lost? Or just numb?

No one remembers the name of À̸̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̖̖̟̖̙̉̅̍̋̔̇̿̄̃̐̉̅̏̏̾̈̏̎̐͐̏͆́̿̂̅̂̓̿̆͛͐̿͊̈́͆̃̽̂̒̌̎̍̈̍̈͒̅̃͂̄̏̐́͋̌͐̃̅̐́͐̒̆͌͌͂̍͂͊̈̅͋̃͌̓̓͊̆́̇̀̽̈́͌̒͑̾̈́̀̉̀̏̂̆̓̋́͊̀́̐̀́̈́̈̉̔́̏͂́̎̌͌̍̔̈́͋̈͐̌͑̐̔̑̑̊̓̃͛͛͛̿̊̀͐̕̚͘̚̚̕̕̕͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅṰ̷̨̨̢̢̡̧̧̨̡̩͈͚̭̼̱̹̤͔̭̭͙̮̼̠̫̭̦̙̗̣͙̱̙̖̖̹̺͇̻̗̞̪̯̟̝̜̜̬͙̱̻̻̤͚͚̝̻̫̘͚̖̙̭̜̮̺̻̥̳͖͖̪̯̙̟̺̪̳̺͔̮̗̦̱̮͇̰̗̣̫̮͚̔͐̄̿̎̀̽̈́͂̈̃́̅̐̏̕͘͜͜ͅE̸̡̢̢̡̡̢̡̧̨̢̡̨̨̘̤͍̦̣̝͙̲͔̪̱͉̱̠̣̱̗̮͙͍̥͇̥͍̩̟̰͕͎̲̤̜̙͓̥͇̗͖͍̹͍͓͚̲̤̫̞̺̩̬̹̜̪̹̳͈̥̘̱̩̭͎͈͇̫͙͍͇͇͖̯͎̤͙̖̟̩̪̖͉̰͙̻̳͇̫̹̘͖̟̺̳͇̦̪̙̖̙̝͔͇̯͙̜͙̭̤͇̝͎̘̺̼̻͐̂̊̓͐͊̆̅̏͆̀̐̈̽͗͑͌̾̇̏͑̽̇̀̚͘͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅM̵̡̢̢̢̨̨̡̢̡̨̩̫̝̘̥͕̟̺̘̞̫̲̤̙̫̟͈̦̦̞̘̪̱̩̖̠͕̬̗̯̘̮͇͉̜̦̤͚̰̝͚͈̜̹͍͉̙̫̥̻̮̪̗͚̘̜̻̼̙͕̹͚͓͔̪̼͔͇̟̯͇̳̱͚͙̣̰̮̰͍͓̣̘̮̮̭͈̺̙͈̹̣͈̀̂̉̊͐̓̈̈́̾̈͌͌͛̄̈́̽͐̍͐͊̿̀̏̔̆͋̕͜͜͠͝ͅͅ.

The name of H̸̢̢̧̡̢̧̨̢̢̧̛̟̫͉̯̟̣̹͚̬̞̮̖̭̲͇̖̳͚͈̙̺̣̬̼̮̹͚͓͔̟͙͎̤̰̲̦̯͓̝̗͕͍̘̯͕͈̦̻̞̰̗͉̥̹̮͇̳͕̣̟̳̻̺̠̰͉̰̲͇͎̙̻̲͕̟̹̎̊̈́̈́̀̐̊̄́͂̀͌̔͑̅͆̊̇̈̍̆͗́̿̃̑̃̑͗̊̿̔̾̀̊̇̌̈͆͆͌̃͌̉̅͐̈̿̅͆͒͋̅̿̔̐̈́̿̒̏̏̈́̂̌̆̋͒͗̂͆̿͊̉͌̊̀̆͒͗͛̌͆͌̓̌̓̓̏̋͂́͛͂͗̔̓̔̒̈́͆̊͆̀̅̏͌̔̈́̊̆̊͗̈́̂̓̂͌̒̐͑̀́̒͂̌͆̇̃͐͂̌̏̌̍̑̂̍̋̂͗̾͗̈́̑͌̾̈̈́̈́͂̾̒̋̓͐̊̈́̅̓̎̃̊̍̀̂̏̍̄͘͘͘͘̕̕̕͘̕͜͜͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͠͠͝͠͝ͅI̵̢̧̧̢̡̧̨̡̨̡̢̡̧̡̢̡̢̢̢̡̢̛͇͖̻͎̟̝̹̦̭̺̰̲͔͎̜̯̦̙͙̥̩͖̘̹̖̟̟̭̘̝̗̬̣̙̦̫̩̮̩̙͔͉̥̲̜͉̙̦̼̞̙͔͍͈̪̦̥̞̜̙̘̜͈͚͕̬̥͚̹̜͇̥͈̦̥͓̥̰͔̩͖̻̰̝͚̜̬̜̥̙̞̥̗̮͖͎̣̤̣̪̩̱̩̳̙͙͈̜̠̪̮͇̫̞̤̳͇͎̮͇̮̱̱̤̖̦͍̭̜̯̜̼̳̩̟̲̖̭̟̥͈͖̪̱͗̏̋͐̾͗̎̀́̀̃̀̐̎͗̈́̒͐̎̿̏̊̑̄̊́͆͒̇̿̌̂̾̂̈́͒̃̂̋͆͂̐͋̃̓̍̏̉̂̾̓͌̀̈́̑̎̽͋̈́̀̄͗͑́́̔̓̎̎͌͂̐͐̅̓̈͛̽̑̎͆̽̓̈́̎͐̊͊̑͛̈͋͐̌͊͆̉̃̂́̋̏̉̃͑̌̇͆̈́͑̌̓̎́͒̂͋̐͒̃͊͌͑̆̍̓̇̑̍̊̈́̀̕͘͘͘͘̕͘͘̕͘͜͝͝͠͝͠͝͠͝͠͝͠ͅͅͅM̴̧̨̢̨̡̢̧̢̡̢̰̖͔͍̹̰̱̩̲͍͓̻̱͎̖̟̜͓̩̙̦̝̞͈̺̯̘̫̳̞̥̝̫̯̯͔̥͙̘͈͇̱̹̖̦̯̫̳̳͓̳̩̺͎̣͕̱͙͚̖͕̠̭͔̯͙͉̜̭̝̯̺͕͕̣̜̺͎̮̱̳̲͉̜̯̣̣̪̞̰̺͆͑̀̾̀̊͛͊̉̀̓̌͂̑̀̄͘͠͝

Maybe he never existed at all. Maybe he's always just been

Ỳ̴̢̢̨̨̧̺͍͈͓̝̹͚̗̠̫̱͓̟͇̻̭̺̠͍͇̦̘̩̝̬̤̖͈̝͍̹̤̪̟͕̦̘̯͎̌̏̾͗̇́̏͋̀̽͋̓̅̀̔̂̄̋̀͗͆͐͛͒̎̀͗̑̽̃̋͒̊͛̅͂͋̈́̅̔̋̅̃͆̿̍̄̄̃̌̔̆̄͒̏̑́̄̂̂̆̀̏̐͋̔́̈̀̆͗̌͂͐̀̏̔̓̆̿͊͋̇̄̄̾͆̄͌́͒́̈́́͐̎̃̚̕̚͘̕̚̚̚͜͝͝͝U̸̧̢̧̧̡̡̢̧̢̧̨̘̠̺͔̤͎̟̲̰̠̼̳̝̹̺͖̣̳͈̰̰̪͎̥̬̭̤̤̬̮̟̮̱̣͇͍̠͉͙̮̩͙̫͈̘̮̩͉͇̰͇͔͕̳̦̦̪̯̠̳̹͙̜̬̥͓̰̻͎̰̭͉̬͉͈͔͓̮̠̰͇̱̼̗̪̟͙̘̤̪͍͍̪̜̟͉̹̦͉͚̜̯̣͖̬̙̤̻̟͎̯͉̅̏̀͐̈́̃̇̌̓̌̐̽̈́̈́́̃̀̈́̋̆̃̽̀̋̈̈͑͊̽̆̿̇̀̓̈́͐́̇̄̆́̌͐̇̇̔͑̌͂̀́͊̀͋̆̎̂̄́̅̽͌̑͛̇̒̃̔̽̎͑͆̀̉̉̉̈́͋͊̅̉̊̍͌̃͊̊́̑̉̇̈̋̀̾͒̊͒̅̓͑̎͒̉͒͘͘̚͘̕̚͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͠͝͠ͅͅͅĢ̴̢̨̧̡̙̺̟̱̘̻̳͕͉̼͓̫̫̲̝͚̰̦̜̳͓̥̖̦̦̝̻̱̺̪͎̭̬̯̥͎͕͇͙͎͚̣̳̤̩̜̰̟̪̺̙̟̹̖̟̠̖̤͔͕̗̪͖̬̯̭͉͈͚͓̺̭̬͔̞̫̜̙̖̤̼͓̘̯͉̓̒̈̓̒͋̇͑̚͜͜͝͠ͅI̸̡̡̡̧̧̧̨̢̛̠̠̻̭͙̺̤͕͕͎̯̬̖̝͙̦͔̟͍͇̠̱̘͈͖̻͔̯͔̗͉̫̗̥̹̣̖̦̭̪̯̜͉͎̥̝̣̩͎͙̭̖̙̞͇̤̯̺͇̲͇̮̲͉͚̳̬͙̞̺̠̠̾̀̐̈̒͌̒̒͌͒̒͛̐̇̃̐̓̓͒̇̉̋̍̎͒̔̈́̈́̓͗͐̑̒̽̊̈́̒̿̃̊̂̅̎̉̏̈́̍̃̃̒̂̏͊̌͛͊̅̈̈́̀̓͛̐͋̂͘͘͜͜͠͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅ.

Just Ỳ̴̢̢̨̨̧̺͍͈͓̝̹͚̗̠̫̱͓̟͇̻̭̺̠͍͇̦̘̩̝̬̤̖͈̝͍̹̤̪̟͕̦̘̯͎̌̏̾͗̇́̏͋̀̽͋̓̅̀̔̂̄̋̀͗͆͐͛͒̎̀͗̑̽̃̋͒̊͛̅͂͋̈́̅̔̋̅̃͆̿̍̄̄̃̌̔̆̄͒̏̑́̄̂̂̆̀̏̐͋̔́̈̀̆͗̌͂͐̀̏̔̓̆̿͊͋̇̄̄̾͆̄͌́͒́̈́́͐̎̃̚̕̚͘̕̚̚̚͜͝͝͝U̸̧̢̧̧̡̡̢̧̢̧̨̘̠̺͔̤͎̟̲̰̠̼̳̝̹̺͖̣̳͈̰̰̪͎̥̬̭̤̤̬̮̟̮̱̣͇͍̠͉͙̮̩͙̫͈̘̮̩͉͇̰͇͔͕̳̦̦̪̯̠̳̹͙̜̬̥͓̰̻͎̰̭͉̬͉͈͔͓̮̠̰͇̱̼̗̪̟͙̘̤̪͍͍̪̜̟͉̹̦͉͚̜̯̣͖̬̙̤̻̟͎̯͉̅̏̀͐̈́̃̇̌̓̌̐̽̈́̈́́̃̀̈́̋̆̃̽̀̋̈̈͑͊̽̆̿̇̀̓̈́͐́̇̄̆́̌͐̇̇̔͑̌͂̀́͊̀͋̆̎̂̄́̅̽͌̑͛̇̒̃̔̽̎͑͆̀̉̉̉̈́͋͊̅̉̊̍͌̃͊̊́̑̉̇̈̋̀̾͒̊͒̅̓͑̎͒̉͒͘͘̚͘̕̚͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͠͝͠ͅͅͅĢ̴̢̨̧̡̙̺̟̱̘̻̳͕͉̼͓̫̫̲̝͚̰̦̜̳͓̥̖̦̦̝̻̱̺̪͎̭̬̯̥͎͕͇͙͎͚̣̳̤̩̜̰̟̪̺̙̟̹̖̟̠̖̤͔͕̗̪͖̬̯̭͉͈͚͓̺̭̬͔̞̫̜̙̖̤̼͓̘̯͉̓̒̈̓̒͋̇͑̚͜͜͝͠ͅI̸̡̡̡̧̧̧̨̢̛̠̠̻̭͙̺̤͕͕͎̯̬̖̝͙̦͔̟͍͇̠̱̘͈͖̻͔̯͔̗͉̫̗̥̹̣̖̦̭̪̯̜͉͎̥̝̣̩͎͙̭̖̙̞͇̤̯̺͇̲͇̮̲͉͚̳̬͙̞̺̠̠̾̀̐̈̒͌̒̒͌͒̒͛̐̇̃̐̓̓͒̇̉̋̍̎͒̔̈́̈́̓͗͐̑̒̽̊̈́̒̿̃̊̂̅̎̉̏̈́̍̃̃̒̂̏͊̌͛͊̅̈̈́̀̓͛̐͋̂͘͘͜͜͠͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅ...

Not the most polished drawing but I wanted to do smth for pride with these three, hope this is alright!

I don’t have a design for Gingka in my AU yet so I just covered him in a big flag lol

+ some none au mfb doodles (Hyoma + Sophie and Klaus were requests) (@yhe-memest dragged me into the Ryugingka fixation, this was purely me drawing Ryuga ooc for the fun of it LOL) + CAT RYUGA I FORGOT TO REMOOOVEEEEE LMAOOOOO