How They Drew Matt In AA Is Really Just Like So Funny To Me Because In What World Does He Have The Dorito

The continuation of tailor Astarion ✨️

hi bllk tumblr i am returning with more kunigiri angst. (manga spoilers)

so like i am a massive loveless fan and i think their song haunting me is SOOO good in terms of a kunigami pov song post-wildcard. like here here look at some of my favorite lyrics yes?

I could climb another mountain

I could swim another sea

Fall apart again if you were next to me

'Cause it was all for you

It's a brand new day

But I can't even think straight

Got a taste of the bitter in me

Now I keep it just to feel complete

Wish that I could just fall asleep

And not wake up with you haunting me

like. like come on. "i could accomplish all these massive physical feats yet i would also collapse in front of you if you were just here. and all of it was for you." because it was. kunigami going through wildcard not only for his own ego and his goals but to see his friends and loved ones again.

"got a taste of the bitter in me" also known as the understatement of the century. kunigami is barely a person anymore, let alone his own person, he's a shell meant to house the glory of noel noa and nothing more. and of course he is keeping this lone wolf mentality going, he has no other choice. after the hell he went through, maybe it's better to just accept the philosophy that was forced on him. at least it'll make him feel human again. sort of.

and god chigiri is haunting him. it's the way they can't develop entirely separate from each other. it's the way that when we see hints of kunigami's old personality it's either because chigiri is directly there or inspiring the conversation/moment in some way. it's the way that chigiri thinks of kunigami to motivate him. kunigami is trying so damn hard to keep this wildcard persona up but the ghost that is chigiri's presence and his own past are making it such a difficult task.

i need to write kunigiri fic i think .

[2021] snek

choked up

maybe this is the sad angsty drama-loving lil guy in me but I hope Tristamp brings in some of the “this man is an interdimensional horror beyond human comprehension” goodness from Trimax mmmmmmm yes yummy

making myself sad over matt engarde again tonight

will aa tumblr take my matt engarde fanart

posted this earlier but it didn't came up so now I'm re posting it again 💔💔

was experimenting a diff brush than I usually use so dk if I dig it

(also new blog theme wowowwo)

Kinda tempted to write a KuniGiri fic and maybe try my hand at the 5 + 1 style with them? I've been an avid fic writer since 2018 (got my start in 2014) and I know I could do a bllk fic justice and what better way to break into the fanfic community than with something for my fave pairing??

I'd probably keep it as Kunigami centric POV (but I only write 3rd person) and explore like a "5 times Kunigami can't bring himself to look at Chigiri and 1 time he can't tear his eyes away" based on the whole "keep your eyes on me" from the post BM/MC game conversation.

Doing some analysis with post-WC Kunigami would be really fun also, like going into the apathy and self loathing that is always so fun to write. Idk if there's interest but I will write this (at some point) for myself if no one else.

Can we all pause and take a moment to appreciate this Barcha duo.

Love me guys who make random silly noises like them

"snakes go for the ankles (and cats go for the back)", or simply "haikyuu but with knives"

In my NaruMitsu feels so I felt like posting a snippet/sneak peek as to what my next nrmts fic on AO3 is gonna be :D hopefully this'll be done during June?? anyway the preview is in the read more section ! i hope anyone who wants to check it out will enjoy

“I don’t think the artist did it.” Phoenix comments, giving validity to Miles’ judgement of mostly quiet.

“That’s lovely, Phoenix.” Miles mutters through gritted teeth, squinting at the bright screen. “However, you’re not on this case, and this process will be much easier for me if she did.”

“What happened to starting to fight for the truth, huh?” Phoenix prods, half provocation and half genuine curiosity.

Miles peers over the screen at Phoenix, the harsh light from the computer emphasizing the shadows underneath his eyes and cheekbones. “The only existing evidence implicates the artist, and I’m responsible for finding the final nail in her coffin. Your gut instinct doesn’t insinuate absolute truth.”

“Has it ever been wrong?” Phoenix’s brows raise, and Miles’ eye twitches at just how genuine he is. There’s no hint of a challenge in Phoenix’s words, there’s no icy stare or self-righteous smirk. He’s just warm and open and honest and kind, and Miles isn’t sure how to react. He settles for dropping his head in his hands with a groan, thick bangs falling over his fingers.