#hoooboi

[sabersketchz]

Mmmm yes, an angry himbo

[owlsshadows]

return-tagged by @yikescaninot for the last sentence thing and lemme admit this may not make sense as i am already kind of asleep in my bed and a random scene just popped up in my head and i wrote it down quickly...

But just as how Tsukishima was not the reasonable choice given by conventional methods such as seniority or role - he was chosen based on his common sense, which, let's be clear here, most of Karasuno lacked - the void left by his disappearance had to be filled by someone fit for the role of leader.

can't even count this much...

not tagging anyone this round as i am going to sleep~ good night and be bad 😘💕

[sigfigures]

sigmus, 1, 2 and 19!

     1. Them as a child

When Sigmus was a cub, he was wholly different than how he is now. He had a natural curiosity and eagerness to learn new things that was well reflected in his vibrant, emerald eyes. With that curiosity and want for knowledge, he found himself researching a multitude of magical rites and spells, as he was always enthralled with ghosts and the undead. Even through his ‘bandmates’ disapproval, he continued on reading, researching, and practicing, hoping to prove himself useful to his warband; he wanted to be a competent and respectful force. He was a bit lankier than well-built, almost sickly-like thin, and carried himself close to those he loved and wanted to impress. Which is why his ‘bandmates’ betrayal struck him so hard.  

One night, his ‘bandmates lead him towards an outcrop under the guise of a ‘mission’. The arduous trek’s endpoint being a majority of his possessions upon a bonfire. Questioning his ‘bandmates intentions, something Sigmus never really did beforehand, he asked what they were doing with his personal things. Their reply was not something he was not prepared hear, as they incinerated his tomes and artifacts before him, before holding him down, beating, and poisoning him. intent on leaving their weakest link behind. 

Rejected, and left to slowly die, Sigmus wandered, seeking whatever warmth he may find. His body and spirit ached, as if impurities were being forcefully divided from his being; splitting, rending, tearing, pulling, bleeding, all the feelings assailing him. The poison they left with him was slow acting, and gradually drained his eyesight and strength away, but while he still had some semblance of both left, he powered forward, until collapsing. 

     2. Them several years past their main adventure

Canonically, Sigmus’s Flame Legion arc would be set as his ‘main’ adventure, and I’d tick several years past that as him being in the Order of Whispers. 

Keeping true to the same brutality and ferocity that he was shown in his years serving under the Flame Legion, the Order of Whispers found his character suitable for a position in intelligence-acquisition operations. Together with his natural intuition and spiritual insight, the role of an interrogator came naturally to him. Wishing to be feared by those that cross his order and respected by those within, he sought to instill dread and anguish in the prisoners he procured. 

Given the title of “Tormentor,” he would often underhandedly collect information while simultaneously breaking his prisoners’ resolve. Cursed parchments that subconsciously instill his influence, tainted shackles that immobilize, sadistic searings and brandings to impair and cripple, anything to pilfer the deepest troves of their body and spirit. Interruptions were often met with disdain and fury, his anger turned to the prisoner. When the information he seized was deemed adequate, he would immediately cease, and prepare to retire to his quarters.

On days where work was light, he would often lounge about in Ironguard’s fahrar in Lion’s Arch, and ruminate on his efforts by resting with his pasttimes and acquaintances. (Canonically, he spends about 88% of his time in the infirmary chatting with Nayla and Ifris, and excessively lazing around.) 

     19. Them Drunk

Oh boy. Drunk Sigmus, huh? You’ve gotten this far. You’ve gotten the cunning and stoic Sigmus Sundersoul drunk. I have to applaud you. You are now met with a beast that’s maybe a little too ferociously investigative and is as boisterous as cannon that’s compensating for an asura’s size. Don’t worry though, he’ll break a few chairs, maybe a table, and then you’ll be left with a big, black, soggy, smelly, mass of fur that a couple of sober norn will probably need to throw out. 

[radioactive-milk]

First of all

Ok so I'm rewatching A Bugs Life and it's giving me so much more anxiety and emotion than when I watched it as a child with a straight face

Holy shit when Flick dumped the food offering for the grasshoppers

I died

[transplutonium]

just saw "Joss Whedon called Zack Snyder..." woo that sounds like a wild ride just hearing that first bit

[sailorcrypt]

i got 58$ to spend for the next 2 weeks...

[swivelraptor]

hey!

thanks to inspiration from someone *coughcactuspimpcough* i’m now thinking of actually doing something to do along with my shitposting... setting up a ask blog related to orochi’s heads fucking kill me, kids welp, if you guys want me to, just say so or like this post 

[clusterdino]

Today is day of getting drunk on wine and nOT GIVING A SHIT LET’S GO