me, incorrect: everyone is probably sick of me drawing this character by now...
my inner voice, wise: ah, but this cannot be... because I am part of "everyone"... and until I am sick of drawing them... it will not be everyone
me, opening a new blank canvas: ur so right
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omg i just saw this T.T thank you sm!!!!
IZUKU 17TH BDAY TODAYI!! CONGRAAAAAAAAATS!! THANK YOU FOR LIKE, BEING BORN!! I'M SOOOOOO GLAD I GOT TO MEET YOU, IZUKUUUU!! YOU'RE SO MEGA SUPER TOTES ADORBS EVERY DAAAY THANK YOUUUUU!!!!
there's something so compelling about stories where a character's virtues intensify into flaws that lead to their downfall. loyalty and love becoming so all-consuming that compassion outside of them ceases to exist. duty overwhelming any moral compass until order becomes more important than justice. selflessness so intense it becomes self-destruction. let me watch while whatever saved the hero in the beginning destroys them. let me see them fall to their own worst impulses disguised as what once made them good.
so i just finished the heroes rising movie