#Masterminds

[lightprkdraws]

Once again I've drawn them 💅💖

[literatureloverx]

I’m lying dead on my bed with a fever of 39°C, and the question I’m asking myself is:

Is there a pattern?

Yes. Yes, there is indeed a pattern.

[meep-meep-richie]

Owen in pink

[dudja]

POV: your favorite coworker was late #comedy #funny #work #memes #meme #katemckinnon #Masterminds

[pedripics]

https://x.com/RaulOnDaRun/status/1850277388116246781

[auntymurda]

realhoneyleigh on twitter.

[discolizardx]

this might be a hot take but this could be one of my favorite looks i fear 🧍‍♀️

[venusdear]

MASTERMINDS: the t(wt chat) show?!?!?

✶  — EP 1 | EP 2 | EP 3 |

[pangaladin]

Handmaiden

My Character in another another game of Mutants and Masterminds. All Melee power in a sci-fi setting. She had psychic powers, too, but. Yeah.

[lightprkdraws]

Just chilling

[whatsitzface]

Shout out to the best ship dynamic: Writer x Illustrator. You will always be my favourite.

[cdpdraws]

Recently got into the masterminds series and love your drawing for them :)

TYVM!! I was actually scouring the first book recently for character descriptions aha, glad to know people are still getting into them!

(I really enjoy drawing for books or obscure fandoms, bc even if they don't get a lot of attention they would mean a lot to someone seeking it out, so I really appreciate this message)

[robingeorgegrant]

This Game Show Queen doesn’t acknowledge me or know I’m very interested in her. Brooke Elizabeth Burns. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Though we are 18 years apart in our ages. 1958/ 1976The same birthday as mine. March 16th. I want her. The most beautiful woman in the world. MY CRUSH 😻 . She acknowledges me now. We’ve been together for 3 weeks now

[orianightshade]

Mastertober Day One: Serenity

Eli Friden

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Serenity means the state of being calm, peaceful, untroubled. I looked it up on Google to make sure I understood what it meant perfectly.

And, Serenity is also our home. Well, it was.

Now, it is a lie and a prison.

A prison for me, and ten other clones who were raised to believe that serenity is all there is in this world. That a state of serenity is the only good life.

Maybe that's true somewhere, but not everyone can live in serenity all the time.

I stand in the middle of the street, the sun beating on my exposed neck, sweat making my shirt cling to my back. I stare up at my old house, my eyes squinted. 

The others were off in their houses, looking for clothes that fit them better than what we stole from the Campanellas. I should be doing the same. But I can’t physically make myself move forward. It feels like the soles of my shoes have melted into the pavement, making me a permanent resident. 

Eventually though, I manage to snap out of this trance that I’m in and force myself forward, one agonizing step at a time. My heart beats, my fingernails making crescent shaped cuts in the soft flesh of my palm. 

The sun is replaced by shade as the porch blocks the rays, and I stand, facing the door. My hand stiffly sticks out and grasps the handle, and before I can stop myself, I jerk it open.

The first thing that I notice is the dust. 

My fath- Dr. Hammerstrom - never liked the dust. He had allergies and if he saw the house in this state, I think he’d refuse to come in until it was cleaned. 

I step over the threshold, not bothering to take off my shoes, which was a mandatory rule. I grind my heels into the carpet with a refreshing wave of petty satisfaction rising in my chest as I walk into my bedroom. 

It’s completely destroyed. 

Clothes are strewn all over the floor, my legos and other fidget toys are in pieces on the ground. There’s a hole in the wall next to the door, in the shape of an adult man’s fist. 

I swallow, a dry fear pounding in my heart. 

My fake father did this? Why? Looking for evidence? Out of anger?

I step over messages, trying to find a spot of clear floor as I stand in the middle of the room. The nightmare I had a night or so ago revives. I can see him in my head. 

Dr. Hammerstrom stands in the middle of my neat room. He always made me clean it, morning and evening, saying messy people have lower success rates. 

He stares at my picture on a shelf, his mouth taunt in a thin line of cold fury as his fists clench, before they fly forward, swiping it off in one swift movement. 

A scene from a thriller movie ensues as drawers are ripped out, and toys shatter as he destroys what he’s worked for. A loud, throaty exclamation of pure rage exits his throat in a grating scream as he slams his hand through the drywall, yanking it out as dust poofs out from the newly-made hole. 

He stares at the fine powder on his fist, watching it swirl with each movement before wiping it off on his shirt, straightening up as his eyes lose their bloodlust, turning steely and determined. 

Smoothing back his hair with one hand, he stares at where I’m standing, towering over me. 

“Eli . . . I will find you. You can’t stay gone forever. I’ve worked too hard to lose thirteen years of research.” 

I’m yanked out of my daydream as Tori’s voice echoes down from an open window, calling everyone to come back to her house. A cold shiver runs down my spine as I quickly grab the nearest bundle of clothes, putting them on as I exit the bedroom, back into the living room. 

My shoulders prickle, as I try to rip my father’s image from my mind. But something tells me that if he catches me, whatever he does will not be serene at all. 

Because a prison isn’t supposed to be a place of serenity. 

[oscar-wilde-thing]

Yes I know it's from Masterminds but.....

Evil Ted??????

No, not Led, that's Ted doing a bit. This is mirrorverse Ted where his Dad's death had a very different effect.

[everytaylorswiftsongisaboutcats]

It’s probably just the autumn talking but I really want her to play right where you left me as a surprise song… cause then she can finally gold star getting each lyric right live, make another final record for eras tour, & it’s always fun when she gets excited about a song too!