#final war

I got nothing better to do so I rewatched Androgynous: Final War for the 100th time and make gifs of Kao again cuz I'm missing him so bad! 🔥😭💘

Ambush Simulation: Final War

“I swear if we die before laying a scratch on him, I’m going to rise from the dead again.”

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Finally the full view of Touya's hammer, elaborated in this post here. He doesn't use it in The Summer Camp Ambush Simulation fic nor have I actually written anything where it is in use, so I don't actually know when, or if, the hammer will even make an appearance.

All I know is they both look ready to smack a bitch.

Also, super thrilled with how the fire turned out in this one. Tried a new a technique and definitely looks better than my earlier attempt in the original comic Ambush Simulation.

In further evidence that I never fully left the Castlevania fandom, this one is inspired by one of my absolute favorite fighting dynamics/animations of all time:  The coordination and cooperation of Slogra and Gaibon. They’re one of the first boss villains you face in the Symphony of the Night video game and I was hella stoked with the Netflix depiction of their iconic fighting style.  There's a lot of animation studios that do badass fight scenes, but nobody does fight scenes like Powerhouse Animation.

my dabi x pierce the veil amv

lyrics under the cut

I have no doubt that the surrendering Bolsheviks would eventually find themselves being used as fuel sources for their machines.

Yes, this includes Vladamir Lenin (Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov), the founder and leader of the Bolsheviks, who later became the first head of the Soviet Union in our own universe.

the last three hashira, stained by the smear of grief, collpasing into each other’s presence because who else do they have? who else can they go to? everyone else is dead. no one else can understand.

thinkin about how sanemi and giyuu would probably be so fragile, so out of it, they wouldn’t be able to live alone anymore. and how tengen would gladly take them in because he knows he can’t handle losing anymore of his people, either.

thinking about their last few years together shared under one roof, about the memories, about the friendships, about the nights spent waking up to screaming, and the subsequent mornings spent praying at overcrowded graveyards.