#It's not super obvious here

[moob-knight]

"Riddler, what are your pronouns???"

[ultravhasart]

shazam!

[turtlecase]

im so sorry that you have to have a body

[firestorm09890]

do you love the city you live in

[isthatacalzone]

me: *seeing people yell about how they did Glintshore & Percy's death in the show*

also me: ..................anyway

[akiiame-blog]

I really love the idea of making a long running Mario comic, but there are,, a couple of things stopping me

1. I'm not a good writer. Especially when it comes to natural sounding dialogue. A lot of my older small comics really make me cringe because of how badly I wrote the dialogue, how did a few of them get so many likes I don't understand

2. I jump between different ideas for art everyday.. I can't just stick to one idea and commit to it long enough to form a coherent storyline with arcs and everything. That's why I tend to stick to small one-shot comics 💀

3. I'm a perfectionist. I would want my first long comic to have a storyline that I'd be satisfied with. That is,, really difficult for me to do 💀💀

[ind1c0lite]

Who killed Gregory Edgeworth'

(timelapse below!)

[t-u-i-t-c]

"You want to help him, don't you, Sakito?"

[kiwibongos]

guys. guys look at me. its ok. comfort yaoi slap

[cowardlybean]

woe, doodles be upon ye

[blighted-lights]

so i've been thinking about these panels specifically a bit more lately and i actually kind of like this scene a bit more than i did before. megatron is offering ravage an out here. and thinking about it, this is likely the first time in a long, long time that anyone has actually cared what ravage wanted when it comes to the decepticons and his place among them. this isn't to say of course that others simply don't care what ravage thinks, but there is no one in ravage's life who would even think to ask him if he wants to be part of the cause anymore. he is ravage; his devotion to the cause is always assumed to be strong simply because of who he is. or at the very least his devotion to soundwave is always assumed. and of course megatron had to be the one to do it, because megatron is one of the few who has said yes to the very same question he's given to ravage.

the other notable example is, of course, when deadlock decided to leave the decepticons and become drift again. ravage's choice to remain seperate from the decepticons isn't as dramatic or complete as drift's or megatron's, but the fact that he chose to remain with megatron on a ship full of autobots rather than to rejoin soundwave's efforts to rebuild the decepticons on earth with galvatron even when it becomes clear that his mission is over... idk. i think it means something. and im not saying "ravage was considering joining the autbots like drift and megs" because you'd honestly have to kill him before he ever did that and he still clearly sees himself as being seperate from the autobots, but idk. im not as against this scene as i was before now that i'm really thinking about it. we're never given a solid reason why ravage decides to stay and it's never expanded upon in later issues, but him using this as an opportunity to "get out" when he's never really been given the chance before to leave (either due to his own obligation/affection towards soundwave, belief in the cause, inability to leave due to the sheer danger leaving the cons would bring him, ect) is Important to Me™️

and he could always claim he was lingering with the lost light to continue keeping an eye on megatron, even though megatron has said he isn't willing to return to the cons and seems pretty damn convinced of it. i still wish we got to see him talk more about the cons in general because of just how intense his intro is:

buuut ravage using this as an opportunity seperate from the cons while using the excuse that he is still watching megatron is a thought that's been fun to chew on for the past little while, so i thought i'd share it.

[youssefguedira]

I wish you would write a fic about irreconcilable artistic differences on a movie set between Joe and Nicky.

not really irreconciliable as in not solvable at all but you know i had fun with this

Joe squeezes his eyes shut, covering his face with both hands, and leans forward. His shoulders tremble uncontrollably. He takes a short, sharp breath, and another, and another, but he can’t quite seem to get enough into his lungs. There’s a lump in his throat and a weight in his stomach. He leans forward with a low, wounded sound and–

“Cut,” Nicky says softly. Then, because it takes Joe a second to hear him: “Joe, stop.”

Slowly, Joe raises his head. Wipes at his eyes and takes a few deep breaths to steady himself. Nicky’s already up, frowning ever so slightly as he looks at the camera. 

“What is it this time?” Joe manages. His voice is hoarse; he has to clear his throat once or twice. Nicky doesn’t look up. The clock on the nightstand reads 01.34, but Nicky’s changed it a few times over the course of the shoot. He has no clue what time it really is, only that it’s dark outside.

It’s just the two of them in the room. Nicky had wanted to keep this one small, just him and Joe and the camera. The apartment they’re in is nice, if a little empty, though Joe supposes that’s the point. They’re in the bedroom, Joe sitting cross-legged on the bed, shirtless, sheets bunched up over his lap, a phone lying on the nightstand behind him. One entire wall of the room is taken up by a floor-to-ceiling window which lets the moonlight in, though there’s a few low lights set up behind Nicky to send bars of silver light across the bed, because the natural light hadn’t quite been strong enough for the effect Nicky wanted. It’s otherworldly; it’s beautiful. 

Nicky still isn’t looking at him, so Joe says again, “What?” It comes out a little harsher than he means it to, but it gets Nicky’s attention.

Nicky runs one hand through his hair. Joe can’t see him well, not with the light behind him and the shadows in the room. “I don’t know,” Nicky says. “It’s missing something.”

Joe has worked with Nicky enough times before. It’s not that he doesn’t like working with him - they’re friends - but he can’t fucking read him, and so after the sixth take of the same scene he can’t help but take it a little personally. 

Joe reaches for the bottle of water hidden just under the bed and takes a long drink, mostly to keep himself from snapping. What time is it? “I can try again, but I can’t do this indefinitely, Nicky.”

“I know, I know,” Nicky says, fidgeting again with the camera, “it’s not you, it’s just–” 

“What else could it be?” Joe interrupts. He’s not stupid. This scene doesn’t work if he can’t get it right, which means the entire film doesn’t work if he can’t get it right. More than anything else, this one depends on him. No music, no camera movement, no dialogue, nothing but him and the camera. And he wants to do it right, he loves this project almost as much as Nicky does, but there’s a hollow feeling in his chest and he’s spent the last however-many-hours having a near-complete breakdown over and over again and it’s still not right. And Joe doesn’t know what it is he’s doing wrong.

“I don’t know,” Nicky says quietly. Now he is looking at Joe, and Joe can’t tell if he’s disappointed, or angry, or – or what. He’s perfectly expressionless, as always. 

Joe loves this job. And he wants to get this right. But it doesn’t mean it’s not one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do, and he’s tired.

“I don’t have much more left in me, Nicky,” he says, and this time he does snap. He wipes at his eyes again, can’t look at Nicky. He’s supposed to be making himself vulnerable, above all in this scene, but suddenly he can’t stand the way Nicky’s looking at him. “Pass me my hoodie.”

“Joe–”

“I can’t. I can’t keep doing this.” He kicks the sheets off and gets tangled trying to do it, grabs his hoodie when Nicky offers it, pulls it over his head in one fluid motion and gets out of there as soon as he can. Thankfully, there’s only Andy and Nile in the other room, Andy lying back on the couch with her feet up and Nile perched on the arm of it. They both look up at Joe as he enters, both look like they’re about to ask, and Joe can’t stand it, can’t be in here a second longer, can’t–

“We are done for the day, I think,” Nicky says behind him, startling Joe. He hadn’t realised Nicky was there.

Andy raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t argue. It’s already the second day of trying to shoot this scene: they’re running the risk of falling behind schedule. 

“We’ll find something else to do tomorrow,” Nicky says. “I’ll look over everything tonight. We will try this again on Monday.”

Andy and Nile look at each other. Nile shrugs. 

“Get some rest, Joe,” Nicky says. 

Joe shoves his hands in his pockets and doesn’t say a word.

–--------------------------------

He doesn’t get called in the next day at all, and he doesn’t interrogate it too closely. Takes the day off, pretty much, because they’ve only really got one scene left to film, and there’s not much more he can do for that. Nicky had wanted to leave it to the last, and Joe had agreed, at the time.

At about nine pm, someone knocks on his hotel room door, which is unusual on a day where they don’t have a night shoot to do. When he opens it, Nicky is on the other side. Joe lets him in without a word. 

“I wanted to apologise,” Nicky says, standing in the middle of the room and looking as uncomfortable as Joe’s ever seen him. “For last night. I was pushing you too hard, and I should not have done.”

Joe closes the door behind him. Nicky fidgets with the sleeve of his hoodie. 

“Sit down,” Joe says. 

Nicky does, settling himself on the edge of Joe’s bed, not quite looking him in the eye. Joe joins him, after a moment. 

“At the risk of sounding cliche,” Nicky says, “it’s not you, it’s me.”

Joe laughs, mostly because the phrase sounds so strange coming from Nicky and also because out of everything he’d thought Nicky might say, he hadn’t expected that. 

Nicky smiles slightly, too. Then he gets up and heads for the minibar. “Mind if I have a drink?”

Joe shakes his head. Nicky gets out a little bottle of wine, glances at the label, and takes a swig straight from the bottle without bothering to get a glass. 

“I can’t seem to get it right,” Nicky says. “You know I wrote almost fifteen different versions of that scene?”

The scene in the script itself is barely a page long. “No,” Joe says. 

Nicky nods. Rubs a hand over his face. “I wanted it to feel real. I thought if I could get it right, it would… help, somehow. I don’t know.”

It’s the exact same reason Joe said yes before he even read the script, when the whole thing was just an idea in Nicky’s head, when they were talking about it over drinks at Andy’s and Joe was in love with the idea almost immediately. He knew exactly why Nicky was writing it; he knows, now, exactly why it needs to be right. But at the same time – “I don’t know if that’s possible, Nicky.”

Nicky sighs. “I know.” He crosses back over to sit beside Joe again, takes another drink from the bottle. “But there is something missing, and I cannot seem to find it. And so it does not feel real. And I know this is not easy for you.”

“It’s not,” Joe says plainly. 

“But you know,” Nicky continues, “I could not have trusted anyone with this but you. If you had not said yes, I would not have done this.”

That, Joe didn’t know: he knows he’d been Nicky’s first choice, but he’d assumed that’s because they know each other well enough already. But it makes sense: the reason Nicky wrote the script is the same thing they’d bonded over. 

Even still, it’s a lot. “I don’t know if I can do it the way you want,” Joe says. 

Nicky looks up at him from where he’s been running his fingers over the label on the bottle absentmindedly. “If you want to stop, I can–”

“No,” Joe says quickly. “But I don’t think it’s ever going to be exactly the way you felt.”

Nicky looks away. “It is a lot to ask,” he says. “I know this.”

Joe doesn’t think; just reaches over and takes Nicky’s hand. “I know,” he says. “Trust me.”

Nicky takes a deep breath. Then he nods. "Okay."

[liebelesbe]

[mintjeru]

close enough, welcome back tsukiyomi ikuto

open for better quality | no reposts

[skeletonfromthecloset]

just listened to malevolent for the first time & decided to relisten and i noticed that some times when john says certain things (answers arthur’s questions?) there’s a sound like a rock hitting a table?? a dice maybe?? does anybody know what this means?? is it a part of the mystery?? is it just like. an audio glitch?? is john literally just like. rolling a fucking dice every time arthur asks him a question to see what he’s gonna answer?? is it his version of flipping a coin?? did he get confused and think they were playing dnd??

[hunter-burton]

Here’s Ship Art I did

I am A gabv1al fan I can deny it no longer

AND DAMNIT I REACHED 30 TAGS.