#tmits

[itsartistickiwi]

Made some fanart of The Man in the Suit as I think it's a wonderfully creative series! Alt version below the cut!

Please do not repost my art, thank you.

[monochrome-cropcrown]

The feminine urge to care for analog horror creatures like my own blood is as strong as the Niagara Falls. The Man in The Suit? The Boiled One Phenomenon? Vita Carnis? They're my children/sweet peas. Oh they're just evil menaces came to earth to doom humanity? They can kill me in 100 brutal and heartless ways? Don't care, didn't ask. I'm still going to cook dinner and read them a bedtime story. I'll dress them up in pretty suits and dresses, help them tie their shoes, maybe even help them with their homework. I might be frustrated and accidentally lash out at them at the dining table, I might expect them to do more than they're capable of, I might expect them to live up to my expectations. But at the end of the day, I'll apologise for not being a good mother/carer for them. I'll tell them the world is full of cruel people, and they should be aware. I'll tell them they deserve everything.

[riotisimperfect]

Here is my take on The Man in the suit!

[backroomskokichi]

Only one comes out physically okay

(Did I add whiskers to Shuichi? NO you’re seeing things)

[ofowlsdinosaursanddragons]

With the new man in the suit coming out tomorrow, I wanted to make a Regional variant and evolution for mimikyu based on it!

Kantonian mimikyu

“the disguise Pokémon”

dark/fairy type

"Due to the different enviroment of Kanto, the mimikyu here have used old suits resembling tyrantitar to scare away others"

"because of the sturdier material of the Tyranitar suit, the fake head doesn't break as often."

Kaijukyu

“the suit Pokémon”.

Dark/poison type

"the pent-up hatred of the mimikyu has caused it to go into a horrifying metamorphsis. with the fake suit becoming part of it's skin."

"an unholy amalgamation of suit and Mimikyu, this pokemon is feared even more than the pokemon it mimicked before it's evolution"

so yeah! Here’s the return of “The Man in the Suit”!

aside from the obvious, Mimikyu and Kaijukyu’s design was based upon rubber suits used for old kaiju and Tokusatsu movies

the color and shape were based on tyranitar and some parts of it’s mega, meanwhile, the colors for its shiny were based on Baxcallibur, another Godzilla-like pokemon.

It also has some inspiration from Shin Godzilla, and the unused berserk Mechagodzilla concept

[pik-zilla-124]

Mothra Concept for The man in the suit analog horror

I decided to add the sharp protrusions to the face of Mothra because of the many American and foreign posters of the original film showing Mothra as a horrific savage beast compared to the relatively cute design that was actually in the movie

Poster from here:

[churchydraws]

some doodles I did while high today. a Little Godzilla, a King Ghidorah (GMK specifically) my Ultraman oc Roe and a Golden Bat redesign (I think this is the one I'll keep! totally won't redesign him again!) SuitGoji, and a Shin! I kiiinda wanna implement SuitGoji and Shin into my Kaijuverse, I already have some ideas, but I need to do some stuff for Mothra and some others first.

[chaselocalyanderefan]

Drawing Internet Horror Characters for a Year

Day 138:

The Man In The Suit

[loyd-silver]

All of my Godzilla stuff! Specifically from a series called "the man in the suit"!

I love my blood and gore, so having an excuse to draw my favorite kaiju in any way is awesome!

Go check out the man in the suit series for yourself! It's super cool! :D

[cavernclaw]

wtf happened to the man in the suit discord ya'll please help

[spitinsideme]

yellowjackets ckntent bwcuse im in love woth laura lee and i HATE tbe show for doing what they dkd so im going to give her extra fanart this is purely for me and makibg me happy .. lottielee becajse god have mercy on then

[lilyofporcelain]

TMIT for Anka:

How do you feel about Andaeros and Laeynna’s relationship?

There was a notion that when one knew to expect something, but didn't know when it would occur or the details that would, inevitably, accompany it, the seeds of anxiety would be sown and eventually would come to flourish. Although Ankalei couldn't exactly claim to experience it in the same way, when she received response back from her twin sister that she'd agreed to their meeting, echoes of that anxiety certainly seemed as if they were fluttering about her insides.

It wasn't really the notion of meeting Laeynna that bothered her. Even knowing she was planning to bring Andaeros along with her wasn't terribly surprising. She was probably using the man as some kind of protective buffer. Ankalei couldn't blame her for that.

She'd spent years tailing her sister, keeping an eye on her, making sure that from a remote, safe distance, if she could provide something to her when she desperately needed it, that she could do just that. She had failed Laeynna when she lived. She had decided so much earlier on that she would not fail her again. Not when she understood that things were so much worse than she'd realised.

What kind of sister ignored the plights of a sibling? What kind of sister prioritised her military service? One could have made the argument that Laeynna had never said anything, and certainly, not all of the responsibility rested on Ankalei's shoulders, but it didn't absolve her from her part in things.

Looking around her sparse living arrangements in the arid climate of Durotar's air, Ankalei dropped herself in a dusty chair, leaning onto an equally dusty table where she'd left a tome open, filled with what she'd deemed to be important events she wanted to go to. People she wanted to see. Most of the notes in it involved Succulent Tart, Nahilvi (though she couldn't exactly understand the draw there), the Horde Expedition, Zaihne, and a list of Laeynna's contacts that she'd made over the years.

As she took quill into hand, she carefully wrote.

— Andaeros Dawnflare —

What did she know about the man, really? He'd been amicable when they met for the first time. Not that she expected anything less of that whole plethora of people Laeynna had come to be spending time with. On the contrary, it had probably been the first time Ankalei noticed Laeynna was developing kinship with seemingly well-adjusted, civilised people, who probably weren't doing a bunch of black market, dirty-handed affairs. Fancy Cakes was an immediate step up from the nonsense Laeynna had been getting herself into when she'd been removed from Quel'thalas.

With a thoughtful expression, Ankalei shook her head. He'd been nice. Too nice, perhaps? No. She didn't know him well enough to make that assumption. She'd seen him. Without a doubt she'd seen him. In tracking her sister down and trying to follow her trail down to the southern continent, Ankalei definitely recognised him. And she recognised that when Laeynna was with him, she smiled in a way that Ankalei had never seen her smile in before.

He'd clearly worried about her when he realised she was missing.

As she reflected on it, however, she didn't know how close Laeynna and Andaeros were. She definitely couldn't say she knew how serious they were either. Laeynna had always been tight-lipped about her personal life, especially when it came to involving herself with others beyond the pragmatic and professional connections she'd built. Ankalei had just barely known of her other romantic affairs or the kinds that even stretched into potential romanticism and so many of those had gone silent just as quickly as she'd gotten slight word of them. It didn't surprise her at all that she found herself in a similar boat with this newer addition to her life.

Sure, she could have asked, but she doubted Laeynna was going to answer and it wasn't a very kind thing to go to Andaeros herself. That was out of the question. After Zaihne had retrieved Laeynna from Azj-Kahet, Ankalei had largely backed off. With her twin relatively safe and sound, it didn't feel appropriate to continue spying on her, even if the intentions behind doing so were meant to be constructive and helpful.

Does he make her happy?

That was probably the most important. Followed closely by the idea of reciprocation. In an ideal world, or what Ankalei imagined an ideal relationship to be like, both sides were happy. Plenty of people stayed in relationships where they weren't for one reason or another, of course, but given how precious life was, Ankalei certainly didn't want Laeynna or Andaeros to feel like either were caught in any such thing.

Does he treat her well?

It was hard not to want to immediately jump in and play the part of the older, protective sister. To grill Andaeros every which way when it came to the emotional and mental welfare of Laeynna. There were several reasons as to why Ankalei didn't do that, however. She knew there was already some preexisting tension where their relationship was involved and though she didn't know the gritty details of it, she could make an educated guess based on what she did know. If she started wagging a finger in Andaeros' face that seemed like it was only going to make things more complicated for them both.

What if something happens and we have a repeat of the past?

That was as much a concern as really anything else was. Perhaps even more so. What was her sister's state like? What if it drastically changed? What if something devastating happened and Laeynna couldn't endure it? How would that impact how she handled things? What if she took it out on Andaeros? Or, what if Andaeros did something awful to her? What if Laeynna never recovered from it?

Ankalei tried hard not to think too hard about that. Things had gotten as bad as they had in the past because she'd not known what Laeynna was going through. If she could begin to rebuild things with her sister, then surely she could invite an open line of communication. If Laeynna could do that, at the very least, just open herself up a little more, then maybe it would be easier to tackle a worst-case scenario.

She wanted to see her twin happy. Laeynna had spent so many years sentencing herself to misery. Ankalei understood why. She got it. But it was excessive and self-destructive. In doing so, Laeynna had essentially stopped herself from living. Now, she was behind in years. If Andaeros could make her happy, Ankalei wanted him to. Laeynna deserved that, she thought.

And if Andaeros didn't... Well. She'd have to have some firm, sisterly words for him. But given the way Laeynna lit up around the man, and Laeynna was not a woman who ordinarily did any kind of lighting up ever, Ankalei was under the impression that if anyone was going to be ruining whatever garden those two were planting together, it probably wasn't going to be Andaeros.

Next to where she'd written Andaeros' name, Ankalei continued.

Laeynna, let him make you happy. Give him that chance. I see a different you when you're with him, a you I never thought I'd see again. I hope you can see how good he is for you. I hope that you appreciate it and I hope you're not taking it, or him, for granted. After all of these years that you've been punishing yourself, maybe try breathing again. Maybe try living. You've condemned yourself enough.

(Mentions: @andaerosdawnflare)

(Thank you, @nahisummerhold!)

[cityofdusk]

TMI Tuesday!

Does he have a favorite spell?

It started as a child, he was playing tag with his cousins, running through the mazes of his parents' estate, perfect white pebbles crunching underfoot. Racing around a corner and right into the path of Mathine, his littlest cousin. There was no way he was going to be able to stop before slamming into her, so he threw up his hands to hopefully catch her instead.�� 

The blue of the arcane flashed between them, a tear opening up, engulfing him in stride and releasing him on the other side of the path, sliding to a stop, his heels digging in, leaving lines behind in the gravel. Mathide turned silvery eyes upon him, “Whoa…” and in her distraction her sister ran forward and tagged her, “You’re it! No tag backs!”  (Thank you for the question @losseignol )

[nahisummerhold]

TMIT - (From Ankalei)

Do you wear hair pieces at all? Jewelled ones, maybe? Butterflies. Leaves. Is that something you'd like, if you don't already do that?

The two women walked along together through the bazaar, Ankalei in her normal armor and Nahi in a long scarlet skirt that hung low on her hips and a topaz colored vest that laced up the front. The soft brush of the performer’s sandals would have been silenced by metal boots if they hadn’t been slightly out of sync with one another because Nahi kept stopping to look at artsy things, or purchase more groceries. 

Food had been the reason she had come out that morning, but the company was what was pleasantly keeping her from her home. The two finally had time to just chat between them, whenever they had spent time outside the clinic others had been there, and often the quieter fighter was overwhelmed in the conversation, not a problem Nahi ever had herself, but it was hard to just enjoy talking when conversation was split off between a handful of people. 

They had just stepped away from a stall selling fried dough with cinnamon and sugar, which Nahi absolutely could not resist, when the pale woman had asked her the question. A small tilt of her head sent ombre curls brushing over a mahogany shoulder. “I do have a number of different hair accessories of different types and styles. I suppose you have seen me with my hair down most of the time though, hmm?” Looking over at the other woman, she smiled, “Although I remember a simple flower that found its way into my hair back in February that served as lovely a decoration as I could find at an artisan’s stall.” 

(Thank you for the question @lilyofporcelain)

[maeskia]

TMIT: Has she lied about anything she regrets lying about?

(Possible trigger warnings)

"I am fine" The words coiled in her throat, fighting down the bile that threaten to crawl up from the pit of her stomach. A lie she told everyone. How could she ask for honest help? It was plain the hatred that other felt because of the outcome. A few knew her darkest secret, what was lost. She lost sleep, forgot to eat, and had little desire to make her way back to any place she called home.

"I am just here to visit family, gather a bit of research, and I will be on my way." The Lady did have a brother and a sister who lived near the stunning Silvermoon city. Yet, she had been threaten several times she woke up in the room of her sisters. There were moments she found herself craving to be wrapped back up into the webs of the neburians once more. To feel their venom in her veins leaving her entranced in a calm, timeless sleep. Let death take her, it was kinder than the guilt and burden she carried now. @turning-through-the-never (Thanks for the ask)

[pik-zilla-124]

Here is the concept with an alternative design for The man in the suit Mothra

Decided to use a painter app to make the design using one of the photos in a book I got

Original image: