#masked tophat

[michimonie]

The Masked Top Hat - Ultra Heroes Version. When I saw him make this pose in the comics, I felt that there was no other way to draw him. He just looks so sassy.

[radladrobin]

Mystery-Man Layton..

Saw this post about how he's basically built his personality from bits and pieces of all the other people in his life and felt like drawing something...

[justashipperyo]

So I have a TikTok now. I dress like a ring master and post silly things. And my cat is there too. Follow if you're down for that kind of thing 🫡 @hoots11

[kiseendeavor]

Lovely Weather ♡

week 33 "every time it rains, i try to make an effort to go for a walk- whether its cold, hot, windy, or pouring. the rain just makes the world feel more vibrant to me.. makes the air feel fresh, like im really breathing again. calms me, helps me relax. wish i had some people to walk with, but most people dont care for the rain. im sure ill find someone to walk with someday."

super late again, im sorry! power went out and my laptop died- had to drive to somewhere with power and internet, but my family does not take my art seriously, so am like 7 hours late today ;w;. wanted to try for another hollow knight drawing, but i wasnt confident without references, so i just drew a kise.. fluffier wings and beakier than usual. sorry to my hk fans. well, thank you to those who are here anyways- hope you have a wonderful weekend! <3

[yukivee]

Introducing Melanie, the overly-enthusiastic magician!

[minyboy]

Broken, but not forgotten. 

[animate-inanimates]

These few panels took so long, drawing each character individually omg

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[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fic Idea: A little bit of Home

One day, out of the blue, J'onn J'onzz asks if he could celebrate a Martian holiday. He hadn't before, seeing as the pain of losing his people and his home was too fresh, but he missed the holidays of Mars. He felt that if he didn't try to bring back some of his celebrations, then they, too, would be lost to death.

His teammates were happy to celebrate with him; they were touched by his sharing this part of his culture. J'onn explained that all they had to do was bring a childhood food item to feast on. He explains that on Mars, recipes were passed down for generations, and having the ancestral food of friends and family was the second most crucial part of his holiday.

They are then left stunned when he admits that the feast is traditionally held that same night, but he had been too nervous to mention it beforehand. He allows them to change their minds, but no one dares to.

Heroes pour out of the Watch Tower, racing home to begin cooking, and the Martian is told that as soon as they have something, they will return in time for the meal.

No one mentions the tears gathering on the smiling Martian's face. Nor do they say that his humanoid form falls away to his proper form, a rare occasion to witness.

J'onn then starts decorating the Watch Tower as the Justice League members work on what they will each bring.

He places a lot of shimmering rocks in patterns on the ground. They weave and curl through the hallways as members are careful with no stepping on them. He then has Batman help him find different minerals that change the color of sand used in gorgeous art portraits of each member. (The man was more than capable of sending him information while helping Alfred bake cookies)

It took a bit of flying around the world, but he was able to return to the tower a few hours later with all-natural colored sand. (Thank goodness for the teleportation technology Bruce installed)

By then, a few heroes had returned, each carrying a food or drink container.

Those he forms in the cafeteria where the feast will be held. A crowd of heroes stands around, oohing and ahhing, as J'onn uses his telekinesis to move the sands and create all of them simultaneously, putting on a show.

He is singing hauntingly beautiful songs while hanging colorful drapes around the walls in the last few hours leading up to the feast. No one could understand the words, but everyone agreed that J'onn had an incredible voice.

Clark, arriving with three Kent apple pies, smiles. "He sang that at my house on Christmas Day."

J'onn informed everyone that the event would be formal wear- and everyone showed up dressed to the nines. Heroes who still hid their secret identity- like Batman- had arrived in their costumes, but they had added bowties or some other little accessories to make it formal.

Seeing Nightwing fix the tophat on Batman's head while Red Hood was dressed in a lovely suit, forgoing his usual helmet for a red half mask, was..... enlightening.

A few drinks were served while people walked around admiring the sand painting that J'onn had made. He depicted not only the heroes but also multiple parts of the world, then a section of their best missions, and finally, paintings of good memories they had all shared.

It was like a walkable photoalbum.

Spirits were high as members enjoyed themselves, smiling at the memories and chatting with friends in the few peaceful times of their crazy lives. No one could hold in the gasp when J'onn finished getting ready and arrived at the party. He had painted himself in different shades of blue, beaming in pride at the praise for his cultural markings.

He asked everyone to sit, standing to pray in his native tongue. A few heroes bowed their heads, and others merely sat comfortably, waiting for the Martian to finish.

He picked up his cup, raising it high in the air with his hand

"Friends," J'onn started, voicing, choked up with emotion. "I thank you all for joining me today. It means the world to me that you come here to celebrate the King's Feast. May Phantom watch over you all and freeze all your enemies!"

His cup floats out of his hand, turning to the side so the water can fall out and take the shape of a strange D. J'onn bowes his head, crossing his arms and muttering more prayers.

John Constantine, who had been attempting to sneak bites from the steak and kidney he brought, drops his fork. He stares in absolute shock at the flouting water symbol above the martian before Zatanna slaps him on the shoulder. "Don't be rude!"

He points one shaking finger at the Martian, turning to her with a pale face. "The Martians worship King Phantom!?"

She blinks. "Who's that?"

John moves his jaw, but no words leave his mouth as J'onn finishes his last prayer. He then holds up a plate proudly, explaining what it is and why he chose it to share. He encourages every hero to do the same, so voices fill the air one by one as they present their offering and the memory attached to it.

No one pays much mind to the blond British man desperately drawing wards on the ground using his green-colored chalk. When asked what her husband was doing, Zatanna shrugs helplessly.

Likewise, no one notices some of the plates mysteriously lose some of their contents. The food appears on Earth in the room of a very excited Halfa, who feeds on the foods and the emotions weaved into the meals.

J'onn later claims that this Great One Day felt like King Phantom was slightly closer than usual.

[moorland-menace]

sse PLEASE give us fun horse accessories like this

Was anybody going to tell me the Valedale champ horse had GOGGLES or was I just supposed to find out myself.

The right lens even has a little crack running through it!

The steampunk vibes this horse gives off are impeccable.

[kora-kat]

Capcom realeses a new ace attorney game with a gag antagonist character named "Dragon Wong" who looks exactly like Phoenix, except he is wearing a tophat, an eye mask, and a cape. Every time he shows up, all characters react to him like he is a new character - except Apollo. Apollo is like, "Guys.... that just Mr. Wright...." . This keeps up the whole game, with everyone insisting to Apollo that Phoenix and Dragon are separate people. Apollo is like, "Are you all gaslighting me right now????" Then, at the climax of the game, Apollo has had enough and tries to call the guy out. Only for Phoenix to walk in the room. Apollo is done.

[chrimsss]

❥ Mer-Shrimp!Yuu/MC

���You couldn't understand what was happening, one second you were enjoy a nice swim close to your house, deep in the sea, the next you were stuck in a box? You couldn't truly define what you were inside of. Nevertheless, even in this dark, cramped place, uncomfortably squeezing your body and multiple pairs of legs, you were thankful there was still water, allowing you to breath.

Yet, your gratitude was cut short as the door in front of you opened in a swift motion, all the water around you falling out, just like you were falling down, hitting your forehead on the floor. Hushed voices, all around you, was the first thing you heard before looking up. Bright, blue eyes, staring at you as a weird, furred creature stood in front of you, looking curiously at your eyes and more at your body.

As you opened your mouth, it suddenly hit you. You weren't underwater.You couldn't breath.

At the realization, your eyes widened, your lower body and legs clicking on the floor in despair, trying your best to walk, as you put your hands over your mouth, scaring the creature in front of you. Feeling slowly, more and more out of breath. The last thing you could see before consciousness escaped you, was a pair of bluish purple eyes, slightly hidden behind a thin layer of glass.

As consciousness returned to you, confusion followed, noticing how you were laying down on an old bed. Suddenly remembering you weren't underwater, you quickly sat up, before noticing, You could breath this time.

Looking around, the room was dark, almost decrepit, some wallpaper missing and falling apart. Even more confused, you looked back down at yourself, suddenly noticing how different you looked.

Your lower body wasn't like usual. Instead of your soft abdomen protected by an exoskeleton alongside with multiple pairs of legs and swimmerets, laid only two legs. You couldn't help but poke it curiously, shivering a bit at the weird sensation of cramps all over it.

"It will take a while to get used to your legs." A sudden voice said, making you flinch slightly as you look at the room door. A tall guy stood there, a hand over his chest as he walked close to the bed. Something about him there was an air of familiarity. Before you could've said anything, a tall man with a weird mask and tophat entered the room, looking at you curiously, before explaining everything.

As you learned, your were in a boys-only college called Night Raven College, focusing on guiding students to learn more about magic and it's history.

Dire Crowley, as you learned was the name of the man with a weird mask, was the Headmaster. Promising to return you to your world, while in the mean time, you were to help him around the school. Allowing you to live in an old building to which he called "Ramshackle".

Jade Leech, as he presented himself after the Headmaster left, was a 2nd year student. Making a short but curious promise that he would help you learn walk, before walking out from the building, letting you rest more.

While peacefully sleeping, in the middle of the night, a sudden noise caught your attention, making you jump, falling out of the bed with a groan. With great difficulty, you still managed to get up from the floor, your new legs trembling as you walked slowly towards where the sound was coming from.

As you arrived at the kitchen, a small, dark fur caught your attention, sitting on the counter, as it eat the plate Jade had left early. Cough gently, you tried to catch it's attention. The same bright blue eyes, staring in confusion.

Grim was the name of the creature in your(?) kitchen. He talked about his dream of studying in NRC and becoming the greatest mage, and you couldn't help but be intrigued yet inspired by his words.

After the incident in the mines and being an official student;

Ace, Deuce and Grim were a curious bunch when talking about your world. While Merfolk are common in Twisted Wonderland, the idea of a planet with no humans was something intriguing to them, principally since there was no apparent magic in your world.

Jade was also curious about your world. Always asking question when he was in Ramshackle, helping you get used to your legs. A world were only merfolk existed? How interesting...

Something about the way your heterochromatic friend talked, brought some curious thoughts for yourself, but you choose to ignore. That is, until you received an unique invitation;

Looking around the restaurant, you couldn't help but be intrigued. According to the invite you've suddenly received, it was a restaurant implemented in a dorm. Octavinelle, a dorm which followed the Sea Witch's benevolence.

The sight of being underwater brought a nostalgic feeling in your chest, you couldn't help but stop to stare at the view, enjoy as some school of fishes passes. However, something caught your attention. Familiar, yet still different, heterochromatic eyes staring at you, hiding behind the anemones, underwater.

"Welcome to Mostro Lounge." An unknow voice called, quickly catching your attention as you turned around, bluish purple eyes staring at you cautiously. "Looks like our invite was well received, please follow me."

Glancing silently at the anemones, you were quick to follow the gray-haired housewarden, noting that the eyes had disappeared.

Arriving inside the restaurant, everything was quiet, as if it was completely empty beside the two of them. "Jade had told me a bit about you." Azul hummed, crossing one leg over the other as he sat on one of the couches close to the two of them.

The water behind him looked darker than before, almost sinister. "A Mer-Shrimp from a Merfolk only world... How interesting." As he continued, two pairs of heterochromatic eyes appeared on the water behind him, one seemed to mirror the other. The familiar gentle yet concerning smile caught your attention as you looked at the two eels inside the water.

"I believe you have a lot of questions right now." Azul said with a suspicious smile, watching a you were walking closer to the glass separating you and the underwater, your friend swimming close to you, his smile growing at each step you took.

Your eyes widened a bit as you saw the other eel appear beside your friend, looking identically as him yet different. You couldn't help but smile at the sight, almost feeling nostalgic, comfortable at the weird situation you were in.

"As to answer your questions, I'd like to make a proposal." Azul began again, still sitting on the couch as he stared at you, a mischievous smile on his face. "How about a deal?❞

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❥This was supposed to be just short headcanons, but ended up getting too inspired midway in and also found out I can't do headcanons, so I'm sorry- Anyway, first time writing for Twst, hope it was at least enjoyable. Do please tell me if there is any mistake or anything similar. And no, I don't like Octavinelle [INCORRECT LOUD BUZZER]

[michimonie]

The painted Duck Heroes so far. If anyone has any requests or suggestions that aren't painted here or listed below, please let me know. I am by no means an expert on ducks (especially Disney Ducks, since I just got into this fandom like a year ago).

Current Duck Heroes on my list to be painted: Red Bat Red Bat (Ultraheroes) Masked Tophat Masked Tophat (Ultraheroes) Super Daisy (Ultraheroes) Superduck / Duck Avenger/ Paperinik (Ultraheroes) Cloverleaf (Ultraheroes) Whoever the guy is that Duck Avenger got his gear from (Fantomallard, I think?) Dolly Paprika Maybe Stegmutt (he used to be a duck)???

Edit: There's a Donald Red Bat??

[graves-doodles]

Oh no, I have more Link OC's made from the different game files I've had over the years. Introducing: The Monopoly Links Thimble - Beloved, made from Skyward Sword Cannon - Hoping for the best, made from Wind Waker Dog - A good boy, no, THE good boy, made from Twilight Princess Boot - Rude ass cannot stop complaining, made from Ocarina of Time/Majora's Mask Iron - T i r e d, made from og Hyrule Warriors Barrow - Mountain Man energy, you wont see him for weeks, made from Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom Tophat - Made from Link's Awakening remake/Triforce Heroes Racecar/Koridai - I did not play it, but I love Koridai too much you wouldn't even be able to rip him from my cold dead hands. Money - Four equally small chaotic gremlins in a trench coat, made from Four Sword Adventures

[gravitycavity]

Sunshine (Pomni x Ragatha) Chapter 1 - Put On a Happy Face

[Click here to read from the beginning on AO3!]

Cover art by @blukiar

“You’re supposed to $%#&ing smile, Pomni!” Zooble's hoarse scream reverberated throughout the big top. “Are you stupid?! We can’t finish the new intro if you aren’t @#$%ing smiling!”

“Leave. Me. Alone!” Pomni, denied the catharsis of slinging her sailor’s mouth, expressed her disdain with her middle fingers instead. She only ended up seething harder, however, when a pair of other-dimensional censor bars appeared to obscure the rude gestures.

“Oh! So that’s how you want to play it, Puffball?” Zooble narrowed her eyes, limping toward the jester with as much aggression as their awkwardly-constructed body would allow — which, for the record, wasn’t very much.

Ragatha had seen enough. “Relax!” She raised her voice, swooping vigilantly between the bickering belligerents. “Both of you!”

Gangle, moping off to the side, sniveled pitifully. In all the commotion, her comedy mask had been shattered. For the second time. This morning. “Guys…! Please, just stop fighting…”

Jax crossed his legs, reclining smartly against Kinger’s impenetrable pillow fort. “Can it, crybaby. This is the best entertainment we’ve had in years!” He flicked a piece of popcorn into the air and caught it in his mouth. Meanwhile, a vibrating Kinger poked his eyes out from between two pillows, saying nothing and everything at the same time.

Ragatha’s good-natured attempts to keep the peace were all for naught. She flinched out of the way of Zooble’s punch — but before the strike could connect, a floating boxing bell materialized out of nowhere, piercing the air with a shrill shriek.

“Now, now! There’s no need for that!” Caine’s wagging finger appeared beside the bell, followed shortly after by the rest of the entity. He lifted his tophat, and a cheesing Bubble gingerly drifted out.

“Naughty, naughty~” Bubble chomped his teeth.

Caine snapped his fingers, and an unseen force pushed Pomni and Zooble apart. “The Amazing Digital Circus — copyright 1996 C&A Incorporated, all rights reserved — is a magical, marvelous CD-Romp for all ages! Zany shenanigans and cartoon mischief I can abide, but outright violence? Strictly out of the question!”

With a grunt, Zooble spiked their arm against the floor. “What are we supposed to do, then!? We’re on take fifty-seven of your dumb@%$ theme song because poor little Pomni thinks she’s the main character of the universe!”

Pomni responded to that, but whatever she said, it was profane enough to be scrubbed out entirely.

“Yes, well…” Caine crossed his arms, steeped in careful thought. The last hour-and-a-half of unusable footage played back through his mismatched eyeballs in a matter of seconds. “It’s nothing we can’t fix in post.”

Zooble swiped their discarded arm off the ground and crammed it back into its empty socket. “Great. Then you can edit me in, too.” They stormed off, reciprocating Pomni’s earlier gesture. “Eat $@#%, sad sack.”

Jax sighed. “Aw, shucks. Right when things were getting good…”

“Uh…!” Caine skipped a beat. He swiveled toward the five circus members still gathered beneath the big top. “Well, then!” he elbowed his soap bubble companion, “Looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us, Bubble! As for the rest of you, consider yourselves off the hook for the rest of the day — my treat! Take some personal time, get some sleep, and try your darndest not to dwell on the soul-crushing scale of eternity!”

“I have no soul!” Bubble turned upside-down. “So I don’t mind it one bit!”

“You and me both, old pal!” Caine’s laugh sounded forced and unnatural.

There was a pause. Gangle glanced around, then meekly raised her ribbony hand. “But what about—”

“Go on, now! I won’t take no for an answer!” the ringmaster stabbed the air with his cane, “I want you all in tip-top condition for tomorrow’s wacky adventure!”

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It wasn’t long before everyone had gone their separate ways. Jax had slinked off to the digital carnival to terrorize the NPCs, Gangle had left a trail of teardrops all the way to the digital lake, and Kinger, as per usual, had just disappeared without anyone really noticing.

At last, Pomni was alone again. She curled her tear-stained face inward and filled her chest with three shaky breaths. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. Hands tightened into trembling fists, she threw her head toward the sky and let loose a long, ear-shattering shriek.

Why was this happening to her? What did she ever do to deserve this!? She was a person — a human being, for God’s sake — not some stupid, one-dimensional children’s character. How dare anyone expect her to just grin and bear it? She didn’t owe anything to anyone — not even one second of feigned emotion. As far as she was concerned, the moment she forced that goofy smile onto her face would be the moment she surrendered, and she would never, ever, in a million years—

“I’m always here if you need to talk. You haven’t forgotten, have you?”

Pomni flinched, wrenching away from the sudden voice. After the emotional hell she’d gone through during her first day, unexpected noises didn’t exactly put her at ease — nor did anything else in this deranged digital purgatory, for that matter.

“Ah! Sorry!” Ragatha covered her mouth. “I didn’t spook you too bad, did I?”

“You did, actually! Wh-What’s wrong with you?” Pomni gathered herself quickly. She didn’t dare to even look in the direction of the person who had just watched her childish tantrum. The moment she found her footing again, she stormed off like her very life depended on it. “Don’t just sneak up on people like that!”

Silently relenting, Ragatha stepped aside to let Pomni pass. She watched the pouting jester jingle and jangle with every step, stomping with boundless confidence in the completely wrong direction.

“Uh…” Ragatha tilted her head. “Pomni? Do you remember the way to your room?”

“Ugh! What do you care?” Pomni doubled her pace. “Mind your own business!”

Ragatha smirked. “Alright, I guess I’ll just head back to my room, then. Which, for the record…” She pointed behind herself, “…is that way.”

Pomni stared vacantly as Ragatha sauntered off. The doll had read her like a book. Locking herself in her room for days on end meant she still had no clue how to get around the tent — if she wanted to get back to her regularly-scheduled self-pity anytime soon, she would have to swallow whatever was left of her pride.

Pomni grumbled under her breath, fast-walking to catch up. “Hey! W-Wait!”

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There was no ambient noise to dampen the tension; the dormitory hall’s plush carpet absorbed the sound of Pomni and Ragatha’s footsteps. Ragatha led, hands tucked politely below her waist, while Pomni trailed behind.

The complete, unbroken silence wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing in the world, but it was preferable to whatever inane smalltalk would have filled it. That’s how Pomni saw things, at least.

In the time it had taken to walk here, she had managed to cool off a bit — and the unwavering quiet gave her plenty of mental space to reflect on the last few minutes.

She wasn’t sorry. Pomni didn’t care if Zooble hated her — she could hate them right back. Breaking bread with Jax was pointless; that creep preferred to provoke. Gangle was friendly, but to interact with her was to walk on eggshells, and Pomni lacked the patience. And Kinger? Was Kinger.

Arms crossed, Pomni looked up from her big, dumb clown shoes. Her gaze settled on the doll in front of her. Pomni despised everything about this place — but now that she was going through her laundry list of grievances, she had to admit: she had nothing on the redhead.

…What was her name? Ragatha…? She was by far the most mature of the circus’s captives. She was kind. Predictable. An island of calm in a stormy sea.

Pomni’s harsh features softened. Ragatha was the only character who had shown her the slightest shred of compassion since she’d arrived here. The realization weighed down her stomach with more than a few pangs of guilt. Ragatha, of all people, certainly wasn’t a deserving outlet for her angst.

Oh, no — nice going, you idiot. Ragatha was the one thing about this place keeping you anywhere close to sanity, and you’ve already repelled her by acting like a petulant child. She probably hates you now. You know that, right? Actually, it’s not ‘probably’. It’s ‘definitely’. That’s why she isn’t talking. That’s why this is so awkward. That’s why —

“So…what’s under your cap?”

Pomni stumbled. Had the wall not been there to grab onto, she absolutely would have fallen flat on her face.

Stabilizing herself, Pomni gawked up at Ragatha as if the doll had just beamed down from another planet. What’s under her cap? Did she hear that right? It was such an odd, out-of-the-blue question — but at least it had yanked her out of her head.

“I’m sorry?”

Ragatha bent down to Pomni’s eye level. “Your cap.” She said gently, resisting the urge to prod one of the little bells dangling from either end. “It comes off, doesn’t it?”

Pomni blinked. She hadn’t really given it any thought. In fact, until Ragatha had brought it up, she had forgotten that her ridiculous new form came with a hat at all. Doing nothing but hiding under the covers and sobbing for days on end had that effect.

With much bigger problems weighing on her mind, Pomni didn’t really care to check — but something about Ragatha’s expectant gaze possessed her anyway. Very carefully, she hooked her fingers beneath the golden rim. She felt a small amount of resistance as she pushed up, almost as if the headpiece were attached to her body through some kind of magnetic force.

With a just a little effort, though, it popped right off.

“…Huh.” Pomni held the striped cap in her hands. “Look at that.”

“Oh, goodness!” Ragatha tried and failed to suppress a squeal. She paid no mind to her question’s answer, too distracted by the worst hat hair anyone had ever seen. It was certainly a look; a chaotic mess of tangles, knots, and flyaways did as it pleased atop the jester’s capless crown.

“Hey! What gives?!” Pomni ducked her cap back onto her head. A few extra clumps of hair stuck out from underneath. “Why are you laughing?”

“I’m so sorry! Your hair is just…” Ragatha giggled. “Well, it’s a bit messy at the moment. But I like it!”

Pomni leered. “…Liar.”

“I’m not making fun of you! Honest!” Ragatha crossed her hands over her heart. “I love your hair, Pomni. It’s…”

“It’s what?!”

“It’s so cute!”

Pomni’s eyes grew two sizes. That was…not the answer she expected to hear. She didn’t know what to say — just that her face felt a lot warmer than before.

“Obviously, you could use a comb…or three. But who cares about that?” Ragatha’s hand drifted through her own thick, yarn-like locks. “You really lucked out, you know. I’d trade your hair for mine in a heartbeat.”

Despite everything, the smallest of half-smiles lit Pomni’s face.

“I, um…” Pomni took a deep breath. And then two more. Her whole body slumped closer to the floor. Try as she might to keep her personal pity party alive, Ragatha’s radiant energy made her forget her troubles, if only for a moment.

“…Why are you being so nice? And to me, of all people?”

Ragatha just shrugged. “Do I have a reason not to be?”

Pomni gripped her other arm, gaze flicking down the corridor. Her smile faded in the silence.

“Well, um, anyway…” Ragatha glanced at the door behind her — Pomni’s awkwardness was infectious. “You have your room key, right?”

Pomni’s heart skipped at the thought of having lost it, but eased at the feeling of cold metal in her pocket. She nodded.

Gently, Ragatha took the cartoonish key from Pomni’s hand. With a turn and a click, the way to the jester’s room was open.

Ragatha held the door, smiling warmly. “You look like you could use some space. Go enjoy some quality alone time, okay, new stuff?”

“O-Okay.” Pomni didn’t hesitate to do just that — until she did. “Um…” She peeked behind a door half-open. After the longest pause, a simple, stammered “thanks” was all she could manage to get out.

Her door clicked shut. And audibly locked.

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[kiseendeavor]

Boss Battle! ♡

"you stole my bread, and you think purple is MID!? thats it- prepare for a bonking of biblical proportion!"

week 36! wasnt feeling too good this week, so i dug up an old sketch and finished it (artist finishes sketch?? impossible). i know its not the hollow knight art people prefer, but i hope itll suffice til next week. thank you for checking out my work, hope you have a wonderful week! <3

[personwithatophat]

Cutscene Theory

During genloss we see several cutscenes. I don't think a single one should be trusted.

Heres why.

Cutscenes and prerecorded bits in genloss are used generously to give proper effect and punch to the story being told. many being used because it simply wouldn't be feasible to do live, or for comedic purposes.

Dimensional door scenes (forest, beach, hell, slime dimension, warehouse) Cooking challenge cutaways the ep 2 laser room and even the ep 3 button sequence these are all prerecorded. and not just for us, but in the context of the show as well. They don't pretend that scenes arnt prerecorded. in the laser sequence, vinny is thrown across a room, gets hit by an anvil, before ranboo and sneeg get beamed up out of the room. Further, multiple dimension doors are very clearly done on a greenscreen. Showfall prerecorded their scenes. the only people they need to fool are the cast members, and in that case it's brushed off as a "don't think about it too hard" situation. The real question is how this affects the story. and the answer is alot. Prerecorded scenes mean that while cast members are experiencing a silly video like its a wacky and current experience, their bodies are either just going through motions....or as it's highly implied, they get "Paused" during the duration of the scene. Due to sneegs escape attempt, we have proof that the characters can be paused. a stasis where they don't move, don't experience, and don't remember anything happening in front of them. I propose we try to peel behind the presented video and imagine whats behind the camera. I propose that during the laser scene and vinnys "death" ranboo was busy getting guided by an employee to the blacklight room which we know from the mall layout, was on the other side of the floor. I propose that when opening the dimensional door, ranboo kept getting paused before the door would actually open, which is why he still struggles with it when the camera lets him. a detail very intentionally cut from TFC. I propose That from the moment we see ranboo and charlie enter the room with hetch, they don't stand a chance. that there was no reprieve. no chance to think about the place they're in, no grand final determination and chase to freedom. instead, while we were watching the bow to a grand final show.. the real ranboo is being dragged down an escalator. carelessly. mask scraping against and cracking against the floor, being pulled down to the first floor of the mall to be strung into the place reserved for him. the heart of the facility. ready to face judgment. -Tophat