This Is All I Can Think About In This Drama 🤣🤣

I’m saying this AS a deku stan. my literal favorite character in the whole goddamn world. what HAPPENED to him?

where is the "kacchan and everyone else" deku…

"what would kacchan do?"

"in the heat of battle I can't help but mimic you because you're my image of victory"

"all might was my hero, but you were the one actually in my life"

“I always chased after you”

"I can't imagine a world in which kacchan doesn't exist"

the "control your heart" deku.

the deku that only ever looked at katsuki with an awestricken, admirable expression. the deku that was so obsessed with katsuki.

katsuki was deliberately targeted by the villains because of this… I liked that deku was flawed in this way. that he prioritized someone in his life that was awful to him in the past. it’s one of the things that made him so interesting! that he was SO hopeful and so determined to be friends with katsuki again. (it added a comedic contrast to their dynamic too. like ‘wow he still wants this guy in his life so badly despite the bullying?’ YES.)

deku fans, deku haters, EVERYONE used to have something to say about his katsuki obsession. it was a repeated, central discussion for YEARS. even in parodies by non-shippers, deku’s katsuki obsession was constantly poked fun at. even if you hated bkdk you couldn’t deny how dedicated deku was to katsuki.

WHAT HAPPENED????

You know what I find interesting? Both James and Sev stopped doing bad things for Lily, but while Sev stopped despite never being able to actually have Lily (first because she still loved James and then because she was literally dead), James does it because he gets to have her. Another difference is that Sev shows that while at first his reason was Lily he starts to do more than the bare minimum of leaving the death eaters and becomes a spy risking his life every day. He also starts to identify with the values of the good side, like telling P. N.Black to not call Hermione a mudblood. On the other hand, we have James who can't even commit fully to not bullying because he still bullies Sev behind Lily's back, knowing she will leave him if she finds out. He only stops because they leave school and Sev is therefore out of reach. And despite Lily actually marrying him and having a child with him he still doesn't grow up for her and still acts like a self-centred idiot like when he sneaks out while they are in hiding (risking his and his wife's as well and most importantly his son's life which they are trying to protect). 

So to conclude, on the one hand we have a guy who doesn't change despite “getting the girl” and on the other hand we have a guy who changes despite never being able to “get the girl” or even save her life (I know Sev didn't completely change and still has a lot of flaws, but most of them are due to trauma, and he needed help to change which he never got. So maybe stop hating on him and start hating on the system he was stuck in and denyed him the help he needed).

Glory and Gore go hand in hand

Can't wait to revisit this series. to absorb everything i can and incorporate it to my art, to my writing. it was just amazing. Glorious if u will.

U can get prints if u want here:

INPRNT

Glorious Evolution, an art print by Aitor Sebastián

This is a gallery-quality giclée art print on 100% cotton rag archival paper, printed with archival inks.

If you were to want the tarot card version just tell me in the comments and i will upload it for you :)

😴💘😴

rei

Severus Snape woke early that day, as if his body instinctively knew the internal clock was marking something different, something dreaded. The faint light of dawn barely filtered through the tattered curtains of his bedroom in Spinner’s End. Outside, the January wind moaned softly, dragging dry leaves and memories he would rather not have. There was nothing special about this day, at least not in the way others celebrated birthdays. For Severus, the 9th of January was just another reminder of everything he had lost and all he would never have.

He rose from the bed, and as his feet touched the cold floor, a shiver ran down his spine. He didn’t turn on the lights. He didn’t need to see the reflection of time in the mirror. He knew his face was a mixture of invisible scars and shadows accumulated over years of internal and external battles. He moved towards the kitchen, where silence was his only companion, save for the creaking of the wood beneath his feet. He prepared a strong cup of tea, without sugar, without milk, just as he preferred, and sat by the window.

From there, he could observe the grey-tinted river, moving slowly, almost as if it too were trapped in an inescapable routine. In the distance, the factory chimneys exhaled their columns of smoke, as if they were the only ones who deigned to sigh for him on this day. The aroma of the tea rose in a fleeting cloud, a brief caress that dissolved before it could be fully enjoyed.

Severus took the first sip slowly, letting the warmth of the liquid spread through his chest. In his mind, memories slid in with a persistence he hadn’t invited. He couldn’t help but return to the days of his childhood, when birthdays were ignored at home, or worse, were days when violence seemed more prone to erupt. His father, Tobias, had never congratulated him, and his mother, Eileen, only cast him a look of pity mixed with exhaustion. Those days taught him that expecting something special was folly.

The clock on the wall struck nine, and Severus stood, leaving the tea half-finished. There was no reason to prolong this inertia. He wrapped himself in his black cloak and stepped outside, where the cold air bit his skin like a reminder that he was alive, though that sensation brought no comfort. He walked aimlessly, letting his steps take him through the deserted streets, past houses that seemed to have surrendered to winter.

He stopped in a small park where he used to play as a child. The metal structures were rusted, and the frost-covered ground crunched under his feet. He sat on a bench and observed the surroundings, almost expecting to see the ghost of his younger self running among the trees, chasing dreams that never came true. Nostalgia tangled in his throat, but there were no tears, only a void that seemed to grow with each passing year.

Around him, the world kept turning, ignorant of his suffering. People came and went, immersed in their own lives, while he, as always, remained on the sidelines, observing but never participating. He wondered if anyone, somewhere, would remember his birthday. Probably not. Even at Hogwarts, his students feared him more than they appreciated him. He wasn’t a man who inspired affection, and he knew that well.

The minutes slipped away like sand through his fingers, and when the sun reached its zenith, Severus stood, feeling he had completed his melancholy ritual. He returned to his house, where the dimness awaited him like an old friend. He removed his cloak and returned to the window, where the river continued its unchanging course.

The day would pass, like all the others, and in the end, the 9th of January would be just another number on the calendar. But, although Severus hated his birthday, he recognised it was part of him, an indelible mark that defined him. He couldn’t escape himself, but neither did he want to. In his pain, he had found a sort of solace, a bitter acceptance that his life was like the river: constant, cold, and always moving, even when it seemed stagnant.

Severus sighed, the sound breaking the silence like a dry leaf underfoot. And then, with a determination he barely understood, he decided that perhaps, just perhaps, next year the day wouldn’t be so grey. But that was a thought for another time. For now, he simply existed, and in his existence, he found a kind of peace.

abandoned wip, but I still find it cute.

tcoptp wolfstar in my head (ff by @motswolo)

I’m scared I’ll never find a work as beautiful as this au IT IS EVERYTHING TO ME

doing sketches like this for 5 dollars on my ko fi rn, i need funds

link here, just leave me a note about what you want