#manbehindthemask

[asksnowciety]

omg journey hi (shoving hand through bars)

can you share with the class some snowciety specific terms?

Winterbeing: Journey Frost

Occupation: Family Historian

Safety Level: 10

[gelidponies]

"You're not doing it right! They're 'posed to be fighting to the death not kissin'!" I won't lie the end of the lineart here had me like the boss from smiling friends

ANYWAY, this was an idea @manbehindthemask and I have talked about a lot in our AU where January (6) and their oc Jules (12) are (adoptive) siblings. She is not pleased with his lack of imagination when it comes to the many opportunities for spilling equestrian blood. I thought it would be fun to finally do this idea and make her doll shelf a sort of mass cameo for artfight

Ponies belong to:

@melos-magic-ponies

@cornerofhell

@alienlowlife

@bbungle

@lenorethequietbookkeeper @eliteunicorns

@manbehindthemask

"uncommon" is a rarity redesign palette by @scribblyshipping and "spectrum run" is an rd from @lenorethequietbookkeeper

[kindheart525]

Thought I’d post my Smiling Friends crittersona here!

"My last name is Potts but don't call me Miss, I've gotten into some legal trouble."

Name: Tara-cotta Potts

Age: Early 20s

Story: A critter made entirely out of clay, Tara has multiple removable heads (functioning as "lids" to her vase-shaped body) for every emotion that she switches out based on how she's feeling. She called the Smiling Friends hotline because her smiling head accidentally fell and shattered into pieces, and she needed help putting it back together so she could smile again. Charlie and Pim had to go through the very bizarre task of scratch-and-slipping together a fully-conscious clay head that was talking to them as they worked, and just when they thought they had succeeded, they were informed that they also had to help Tara glaze and fire herself. Dipping her into the glaze vat and throwing her body into the kiln technically counted as waterboarding and burning someone alive, and they had to grapple with the fact that they were technically violating the Geneva Convention as they listened to her screams of fiery anguish from outside the kiln. But, as the Smiling Friends policy goes, they have to do literally anything the client requests to make them smile, and this is what Tara insisted upon. She came out with a shiny new paint job and a bright smile on her face, so all the physical agony and legal/moral dilemmas were worth it in the end!

Created with input from fellow Smiling Friends fans @prettyputrified, @manbehindthemask, and @scribblyshipping

[bootleg317]

a tribute to @manbehindthemask

with a lot of help from @frostcorpsclub (she came up with the mashup, meanwhile the Simpsons angle was my idea)

[frostcorpsclub]

this was so much fun bwahaha id love to see you guys do this if you'd have fun with it so I guess I'll make it a tag thing? tagging: @manbehindthemask (who gave me the idea to do this) @kindheart525 @viciouslyfilthy @cornerofhell @lenorethequietbookkeeper

[magpie-masterpieces]

Inspired by @frostcorpsclub and @manbehindthemask with credit to @lepoppeta for the original idea

A song moodboard for Azrael 💀⏳🖤 all songs and image credits under the cut!

Songs

Everywhere, Everything by Noah Kahan (image)

Iridescent by Linkin Park (image)

Shadow of the Day by Linkin Park (image)

Cigar by Tamino (image)

Bells in Santa Fe by Halsey (image)

De Selby (Part 2) by Hozier (image)

Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier (image)

SKIN TO BONE by Linkin Park (image)

[soupbabe]

They gave each other make overs <3

Tagging some Maggie n Carolyn enjoyers: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13, @manbehindthemask, @frostcorpsclub

[lenorethequietbookkeeper]

My pieces for ArtFight this year! I was on the fence of posting these but given this blog is what's linked there it should be Gucci! I love how these turned out I went for a kinda analogue/old VHS tape vibe and while it's kinda mixed in that regard, I still love how these turned out! I think is was my fav ArtFight yet! Go Team Werewolves!

List of characters;

Rotgut (Original OC, @viciouslyfilthy)

Spine Chiller (MLP, @manbehindthemask)

Lilly Pianissimo (Original OC, @/kinoubap on Instagram)

Principality (MLP, @frostcorpsclub)

Shiloh and Jett Blackwell (Original OCs, @/aloisefrench on Instagram)

Spider-Sonata (Into The Spiderverse, @magpie-masterpieces)

Rafflesia (Strawberry Shortcake, @/that_one_dingus on Instagram)

[prettyputrified]

for @manbehindthemask

[prettyputrified]

long term artist (years): fall out boy

long term track (years): sabbath bloody sabbath by the cardigans

medium term artist (6 months): "weird al" yankovic

medium term track (6 months): this kiss by faith hill

short term artist (4 weeks): andrew lloyd webber

short term track (4 weeks): walking on broken glass by annie lennox

tagging @manbehindthemask @kindheart525 @cornerofhell @bootleg317 @neverfilth @musing-magpie @lenorethequietbookkeeper

wait lets use that spotify stats page i want to know what everyone’s long term most listened to artist and track are! mine are the cure + “the river the woods” by astronautalis

[gelidponies]

Here's Sweetheart Chiffon and @manbehindthemask Spine Chiller's fusion!

[frostcorpsclub]

@manbehindthemask

Josephine blinked, her head kind of bobbing subtly as she tried to take in the question and Azalea's backtracking of it. Etiquette and over complicated social structure was one thing but someone caring about being offensive to her was an entirely new concept.

"I don't know, my sister calls us frostbitten, those of us that look like this-"

She wiggled her fingers in Azalea's face the way a turtle does when they're attempting to attract a mate.

"-she's so smart maybe she could get you back home!"

As these words came out of Josephine's mouth she had a thought. Shit, Azalea wasn't a ghost so she was probably SO cold! Layering could only help a warm blooded creature for so long and she had stopped being a bitch, so Josie had ought to warm her up. She grabbed Azalea by the wrist and dragged her up the stairs of the big house. The large doors creaked open loudly and slammed shut with a force that shook the ground. 

Somehow it was colder inside than out.

The main foyer they entered had a tall ceiling, dotted with a grand ice crystal chandelier in its center yet still seemed to stretch up ad infinitum. Right when the girls walked in there was a grand spiral staircase leading up to a second floor, on each side of the top of the staircase there was a string of white double doors. On the ground floor where Jopsehine and Azalea stood they were flanked by archways that lead into two different rooms. 

"You're gonna wanna wait in here." 

Azalea was barely given time before she was lead to a broom closet and urged inside, but it wasn't going to be long. It was for her safety. 

After only a few minutes the door was opened again and Jospehine was joined by a child who seemed to be about middle school age. The same purple affliction as Josephine but with greasy ginger hair. 

"Step out and bend down to Juno, this is Juno by the way!" 

"C'mere!" 

The young one tugged at Azaleas hair, placing their purple hands on her temples and intertwining with her locks. Soon Juno would begin to envelop her in a tingling sensation. Cold crept up her arms and legs and neck, cramping at her core before being ripped out of her. 

Leaving only…warmth? Not searing heat. Luke, room temperature, warmth. 

"Are you feeling OK? Juno let go of her!"

"Why are you makin' me defrost our meat anyway!" 

Josephine pulled her younger sibling off of Azalea.

"She's not meat this is-"

She stopped to let Azalea fill in the blank, smiling as she found it quite pretty.

"Juno here has a special power, you should feel like..well like you're just in a regular place." 

"I could make you drop from hypothermia right n-YEOUCH!" 

Juno exclaimed as Josephine stepped on their foot. 

[soupbabe]

Miss Ambrose 1992 (Magnolia Sinclair)

Magnolia talks to the first runner up after the pageant.

I listened to Linger by The Cranberries all day today and this is the result.

Warning: Angst, no comfort

Tagging: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13, @bugginbeetlew, @manbehindthemask

Staring at the curtain ahead of her, Magnolia's deep and slow breathes quicken in pace. "Hey," her friend, Joan, whispers. A cold hand interlockes with Maggie's clammy one and gives it a soft squeeze. Trailing the olive toned hand up to its owner, blue eyes meet soft brown ones. "You'll be fine- whatever happens, you still proved that you're prettier than half the town." She jokes. "Thanks..." Maggie mumbles, quickly touching her heated face. Chuckling, the brunette leaned down and pecked her cheek. "Good luck Maggie." She whispers, though it fell on deaf ears as the blonde's body went rigid.

"Joan Price just kissed my cheek."

Joan Price. The pretty girl that sits next to her in homeroom. Her partner in biology who laughs when Maggie gets too excited to answer a question. The same Judy Price who slept over the one time Trudy was out of town. The girl that looked so cute in Maggie's pajamas and shared a bed with her. The best friend that she's always thought was prettier than any boy she's ever seen just kissed her cheek.

Just a few more inches over and it could've been a dream come true.

Magnolia didn't hear her name be announced until the bright flash of a camera stunned her out of her thoughts. "Oh my god..." She whispered. The crowd stood in applause as a "MISS AMBROSE 1992" sash was placed over her delicate baby blue dress and a bouquet of roses was placed in her arms. The blonde flushes a bright pink as her second runner up pulled her into a hug, leaving the shorter girl's thoughts run wild.

"Does she like me?" "Do I like her? Is that even possible?" "Mama told me that a man would make me happy one day but she makes me happier than any man could..."

Soon enough, Joan took Magnolia's hand once more and walked off stage with her. "C'mon, Miss Ambrose," her new title danced off her friends words teasingly, "You gotta show off your new crown to everyone!" "Uh, actually, Joan..can I talk to you real quick?" Maggie spoke up, squeezing her hand for reassurance. "Of course." Her focus went straight to Joan's lips. The same soft, glossy lips that made her feel everything all at once with just one kiss on the cheek. "I don't know how to say this...but you make me feel so many things." Maggie breathed out. "When you kissed my cheek, everything just flooded and I didn't even know what happened because I was just thinking about you and your lips and-" her words were cut off by Joan's hands leaving hers.

"Listen," Joan went silent. Her lighthearted tone dimmed, her eyes darted to anywhere that wasn't Maggie's direction. "I'm not..I'm not into you- girls, like that." She confessed. "I think I'm gonna go, my family is waiting outside.." she quickly excused herself and left her by the wing of the stage.

Magnolia took in deep breaths and sat on the steps of the stage, knees to her chest as she reeled in the conversation. Touching her cheek, she felt the residue of Joan's strawberry scented lip gloss. Black streaks of mascara quietly ran down her cheeks upon contact. Faint calls of her name could be heard, but the new beauty queen of Ambrose chose to deck her head in her lap and remain silent.

[prettyputrified]

Back of my laptop rn, some stickers by @manbehindthemask

[gelidponies]

For Artfight, OCs belong to @manbehindthemask / @misterteeth

[frostcorpsclub]

What Kind of Love are You?

Suzette Frost

Charles Napier Kennedy (1852-1898) The artist's studio

Love as a Flaw

Cowering, your love hides in the dark. In shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. Afraid, afraid, afraid of everything. When you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. Your love is a mistake, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this. It’s a problem–– your problem ––and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. Get it out, just get it out now. You don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t afford to be hurt first. Being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. It is to be loved in halves, or not at all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This was a very interesting result and it does make sense in some ways. If she is not in control, if the object-

And yes I mean object

-of her affections is not living up to the perfect standards she expects of them she doesn’t want them. Even her husband who she lives and breathes for could be someone who fills her with disdain and regret if he ever was to improve. Suzy does not believe in unconditional love.

Idea from: @viciouslyfilthy

Tagging: @manbehindthemask @kindheart525 @cornerofhell