Ok so this intense urge to draw Jason came over me a few days ago, and so I did, but then I ended up getting closer than I have ever gotten to drawing him like I see him in my mind and I just kind of oHMYGAAAAHHHH I DID IT!
Michael Jacobs: This season on Girl Meets World we’re going to
tackle the deeper issues that kids can really learn from. We’re going
to make it all about personal growth and how to adjust to the world as
you get older.
Disney Execs: Cool story, bro. That
sounds lit and shit, but just so you know…we’re thinking about replacing
you with a show about a boy who is best friends with his talking hand.
Michael Jacobs: …Fuck
it. We’re going to bleep the shit out of Smackle while she teaches
Health class and have Cory draw a giant dick on the board, but pass it
off as a foot.
OK SO IN COMING UP WITH MY BACKSTORY FOR ASURA I KINDA WENT EVEN FURTHER OFF MY ROCKER AND I PROPOSE:
THE CORE OF A PERSON’S SOUL IS THEIR MEMORIES, WHICH IS SURROUNDED BY THEIR FEARS, AND THEN FINALLY THEIR PERSONALITY, WHICH IS ALTERED BY THE MEMORIES AND FEARS
IN A KISHIN’S CASE, MADNESS IS LIKE A CALCIFIED GROWTH ( sometimes of fear ) AROUND THE SOUL’S MEMORIES AND FEARS. THIS AFFECTS THE SOUL’S PERSONALITY.
Alright so Death split his soul to form Asura and Kidd, right? But he gave Asura his fear. This, Asura can form memories, and his personality can be shaped by these memories and these fears, but Asura can not form his OWN fears. In Kidd’s case he was not given Death’s memories nor his fear ( Death had none to give, obviously ), but merely Death’s personality. Over years of forming his own fear and memories, Kidd’s personality would have changed. As a newborn, though, he was like a creepy little copy of death.
Ok, so here’s,,, the Issue with giving someone all of your fear: 1) Not only can you yourself no longer feel or form fear 2) Fear can overcome a soul
At this point, the fear acts like madness and, essentially, you loose all personality and become a kishin. Asura’s soul most likely looks like the one above.
In those who have mental illnesses that affect their personality/memories, mental illness appears as a little growth on the soul.
“I’m nuts, baby I’m mad! The craziest friend that you’ve ever had!You think I’m psycho, you think I’m gone! Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong! Over the bend, entirely bonkers, you like me best, when I’m off my rocker. Tell you a secret, I’m not alarmed. So what If I’m crazy, the best people are..” - Mad Hatter, Melanie Martinez
Everyone is mad in wonderland ^^ Wow, what a way to spend seven hours of my life. WORTH IT!
Also he is saying something along the lines of, “Bonjour Princesse.” Idk, but I love him!
there were a million ways bailey could have spent his day off, but what he woke up and got straight to doing was something he had dreamed of accomplishing ever since he was a youngster. all he needed was a stand, a big piece of cardboard, some sharpies, and his b e a u t i f u l presence. he set the booth near the beach, propping the sign he had worked on endlessly for almost an hour on top. it read: ‘ BAILEY COOPER’S FREE KISSING BOOTH! ’ the letters were big, bold, and lined with hearts all around. he figured waiting until february was no fun and it was now or never. hopefully he’d get some memorable smooches, or he’d give someone else a memorable smooch.
he stood behind the counter made of cardboard boxes, rested his palms on their surface, and grinned widely at any people who passed by. here went n o t h i n g, “ free kisses! get your f r e e kisses! i’m a celebrity, y’know! ” it had been a grand total of twenty-two seconds before he took on the persona of an obnoxious carnival game host, “ y o u, over there! yeah, you! don’t you want a kiss from lil’ ol’ me? it’s free and i swear, these lips are not rigged at all, ” he wiggled his eyebrows at the person, puckering his lips.
i’m talking to my classmate on facebook messenger (i know! i fucking know! but you can’t force people to make discord accounts, so sometimes you just gotta deal) and i linked him to a post on my blog (i know. i know, risky, but it was relevant)
and he’s like ‘this page is in german’ and i tell him that my blog is in german
you know, i understand if this is confusing. i’m not a person who would impart the impression of caring so much about the german language that i would go out of my way to make my personal stuff german. so, if you were in my classmate’s place, you might want to ask for the reason my personal blog is in german.
but he doesn’t type out a response, the motherfucker straight up sends an audio clip of himself asking ‘why?’ to drive across, firstly: he is confused and an implicit additional point: i am quite possibly off my fucking rocker