#other than that i love it

[beezelbubbles]

*Lrrr of the planet Omicron Persei 8 voice* KYBER CRYSTALS DO NOT WORK LIKE THAT

[themoonstonechronicler]

Promised i would show you what i made for this so here you go (definitely still first draft, mostly just to get a vibe of the flow of the scene, feedback is appreciated):

Panel 1:

Beast, yelling down to the kids “TELL ME WHERE THE PENTAGRAMIC POCKETWATCH IS!”

Jack, standing in front of the others, trying to protect them behind him “WE DONT KNOW WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT BECAUSE YOU WONT TELL US!”

Panel 2:

Close up of The Beasts face “DONT LIE TO ME-”

a voice from behind him “Theyre not!”

Panel 3:

a pause. The mask sits behind The Beast, criss-cross-applesauce on a tree.

Panel 4:

In an instant the beast lashes out, one arm growing to a collosal paw, shattering the canopy behind it

Panel 5:

The Mask stands, unharmed, on the exact other side of the clearing, behind the kids. “They’re not lying to you. They might know that they are in a time loop but that seems to be the extent of their knowledge. Its honestly kind of pathetic”

Panel 6:

Ida: “What are any of you talking about?!-” (she is ignored by the gods)

Beast “YOU MEAN WE’VE BEEN HUNTING THE WRONG PEOPLE THIS WHOLE TIME? You knew didn’t you. This was all some wild goose chase so you could get your hands on the pocketwatch before anybody who deserves it could”

Mask “Embarrassingly? No! I was just as sure it was them who stole it as you were. The Reflection may have even found out before I did”

Panel 7:

The Reflection appears suddenly behind Jane, putting an hand on her shoulder, startling and terrifying her “Its true, I did. It really is wonderful how much communication can go a long way”

Amelia gives Jane a concerned look

*a comotion in the trees to one side*

Panel 8:

out emerges kang, flanked by Nigel and Aaron “There they are! Get the-… oh. To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing the three of you with our little band of theives?-”

Mask: “Not thieves actualy!”

Panel 9:

Kang “...what?”

*Booker and Dylan burst into the clearing, guns drawn*

Panel 10:

Booker “put your hands up, get on the ground now! Youre all unde-... You... What the F-!” (they are ignored)

Kang, to the mask: “Whats going on here?”

Panel 11:

Mask: “I mean, whoever did this, whoever trapped us in this time loop, they arent one of those kids. This entire time we’ve all been fighting each other to the death over the wrong people!” (it finds this hilarious)

Dylan, confused “...time loop?” (he is ignored)

Kang + Beast “Then who did?”

Mask “I don’t know! But they're in your town. And there are only so many people in town with the means, motive, or opportunity to do this”

*Ida is the only one who realizes what it means*

Panel 12:

Jack: “…what do you mean?”

Panel 13:

Ida & The Mask: “It means we have an investigation on our hands,”

The Mask: “and whoever finds the culprit first takes it all”

I LOVE THIS!!!!!

the mask being silly(i imagined it moonwalking while talking), booker and dylan getting ignored, YOU WONT TELL US, the reflection being awful.

for characterization: i think its really well done, especially for the gods. i do think maybe more speaking lines from the main five protagonists would help establish what they are like, though maybe you could also convey that through drawings. but seriously i love the characterization. the one that stands out to me is the reflection. with only like one line, we can get the idea of what is going on with the reflection, jane, and amelia

really great job, especially in such a short span of time! i love this and i love your ocs(esp jane and mask)

[spectacularlyignorantt]

I'm loving the show okay? Loving it. BUT does anyone else thinks that the fight scenes are a bit anticlimactic?

[theringleader]

DOES THE MINT DECAVITATOR SOUND LIKE A DENTIST DRILL WHEN U CHARGE FORWARD?????

[cracklewink]

My Mane 6 Redesigns all together! I was going to post them separately but ended up finishing them all before I got around to it lol

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

H... hello billford people...

If I didn't have commissions to work on, I swear I'd be drawing nothing but these two all day. I'd have a fucking graphic novella by now dksjhjskgh

But these are some doodles I've done while slacking off. I really hope you like them, I've honestly been excited to throw my stuff into the tumblr billford pile (seriously, there are SO many of you making artwork, and you're all so talented?? It's wild. It's like christmas every day.)

So.. I hope you like these! I like to think about Ford when he's all gullible and infatuated with his muse... before he wises up to bills bs.

[bruciemilf]

Need a teen! Bruce au where he’s exactly like Justice League! Batman and Battinson in one. That mf put the fear of every god in Ra’s Al Ghul.

Everytime he’s in a room with someone over 30 “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance plays in the background.

Despite that, in his own way, he’s as gentle as can be with his league. Give me a young Diana who’s getting spat on and ripped apart by the media in a way not one of her male teammates get.

And she’s Wonder Woman. She shouldn’t be affected by it. And she is, anyway. Bruce relates to that in an uncomfortable degree.

“When I first became Batman, weak men tried standing in my way, too. “

“And what did you do?”

“I stepped over them.”

He has a tiny Robin he occasionally has to keep on a leash.

Give me somewhat teen mom Bruce who struggles to wrangle his unruly six year old who likes flipping from rooftop to rooftop and thinks fighting Bane is a piece of cake.

“If Tati can do it, so can I!”

“Dick,” he paused, before handing him a handfull of candy. “Wonderful emotional manipulation. Good job.”

“:D”

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.

You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?

Click on their name. And look at their profile.

I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.

"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.

"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.

Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.

Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.

Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.

I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.

Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[junietuesday]

GIRL ITS ALL THE EXACT SAME FACE 😭

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

[hinamie]

spins him around trying to understand the pink mop he calls hair

[kodasea]

Son of Gondor

[tswkento]

whether he’s in the middle of a heated argument or being pissed at something out of his control, nanami won’t ever yell. he doesn’t see any point in it and he doesn’t enjoy the sound of his voice raising, so why would he.

arguments with you always end in a calm conversation even if initially you do yell, unable to keep it in yourself, and it’s okay because it’s a clear indication for nanami to stop whatever the hell was going on and show you that he was really trying to understand you, but was having a hard time.

and the only time kento is seen yelling is when you put yourself in danger.

it’s like he can’t control himself; the fear in him controls him, stepping on every single thing that’s sensitive and fragile, and kento’s mouth opens before he can think about his words properly. his trembling arms grip your shoulders and his usually impassive gaze is wide open in unfiltered terror as if he is trying to make you feel whatever he is feeling.

and the way you stare back at him; with your mouth slightly agape and a vaguely distant, almost foggy look in your eyes as you wheeze with every breath you take.

and he continues drilling you about how stupid your decision was, how you even dared to do something like that when he’s right there, how could you be so reckless — in the middle of an abandoned warehouse with slowly dissolving curse plasma and the faint sound of street ambiance being disrupted by his harsh voice.

he closes his mouth shut only when your weak voice joins his, a small, broken chirp as you start shaking in his hands, “‘m sorry, kento—”

the rage in him dissipates and he lets go of you, the thought of his fingers leaving bruises on you making him step away in fear of hurting even more. he rubs his face roughly as he looks around with newfound wariness, noting his glasses and weapon laying on the concrete surface just like they were when he threw them away in order to get to you.

nanami turns back just in time with your knees giving out; able to catch you and hoist you up against his sturdy body as his worried gaze roams over your features, brain trying to muster up something good enough to calm down your disturbed mind.

your tearful eyes meet his and nanami lets out a shaky exhale as he blinks away the unwanted memories of people he’s let go of in the past decade.

“i apologise for my outburst, i just—” he swallows through the dryness in his mouth, hugging you closer to himself. “i can’t see you die. i wouldn’t be able to take it.”

[chloesimaginationthings]

These clown animatronics in FNAF wild as hell..

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.