#and the mask obvs

[artbytesslyn]

Loveeee what they’ve been doing with the Darkholme-Adlers don’t get me wrong. but good lord they need to decide what Irene actually looks like

[bunnieswithknives]

Mostly familiar stuff, but I'm doing my best to keep it interesting ! Dorothy was surprisingly hard to draw at first, but really fun and cute once I figured her out :3

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[cozylittleartblog]

lethal company is a workplace comedy

this prank got us All killed. btw.

[dailymaskytim]

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[corxoran]

haunted

[blakbonnet]

Gifmaker's challenge : Reblog this post with one before/after gif just to show people the work it takes to make even the most basic gifs. I'm not even talking about beautiful colouring that a lot of gifmakers put time into, this is the bare minimum editing I'd do for a scene like this 🫶 Gif making takes so much time and effort (and sometimes, funds for external hard drives and screencap software programs and legally getting PS) so I would just like people to see how hurtful it is when gifs get reposted on Twitter and here 🥲

Tagging @bizarrelittlemew @cobbbvanth @seance @djarin @yenvengerberg @michaelsheens @saltpepperbeard @ofmd-ann and any other gif makers out there who want to participate

[riddlemearose]

Okay hear me out.

What if, and I mean this genuinely but also definitely more comedically than anything else, what if Wild's companion in Tears of the Kingdom was the Fierce Deity?

HEAR ME OUT.

It's this big thing in the LU fandom, Wild being in the minority of Links whom didn't have a companion on their journeys (I think Hyrule and Legend ((?)) are the other two). Yes he had wolf-Twilight in botw, but depending on what you think Twi was able to do, he technically doesn't count.

However in totk, Wild definitely doesn't have a companion. There's no Wolfie, no Flora. All you've really got are the Sages' ghostly forms, and I firmly Do Not Believe they count at all.

But we are all overlooking the absolute funniest solution to this, so once again, for your consideration, the Fierce Deity is Wild's totk companion.

Like Wild finds the Fierce Deity mask somewhere in his Hyrule and recognises it. Naturally he immediately goes "yeah this is probably a horrible idea but imma still do it" and puts it on more out of curiosity than anything else. And the Deity, who's spent the last several millenia slowly losing power - both from a lack of physical presence in the world and lack of worshippers of any degree - recognises this dumb idiot and adopts Wild on the spot. He knows this dumbass! His previous host cared very deeply about this idiot, so that means logically the Deity now has to as well. Duh.

The Deity's strength has waned significantly, so He can't offer the same power he had once offered to Time to fight Majora and the moon (read: He can't possess people anymore), but He can give blessings of strength, which is a win in Wild's book.

But way more importantly, the Fierce Deity is 100% done with literally everything that's going on at all times, and makes sure that Wild knows it. Which means that, instead of giving like actually sound advice, He ends up being kinda like Venom except Wild is 75-80% more likely to agree with him.

So totk ends up being kinda like this:

Muzu: *spouting off about how "Zelda" tried to kill Dorephan and brought all the sludge to the Zora's Domain* Fierce Deity *in the back of Wild's mind*: What A Dick -- Wild: *getting beaten up by the first Phantom Ganon he comes across* Fierce Deity: You're Making Us Look Bad! Wild: no I'm not! Fierce Deity: YES YOU ARE! Wild: NO IM NOT! -- Wild: yeah I'm def going to die Fierce Deity: You Are Not Going to Die! *kills everything* -- Wild: *stands at the edge of a sky island* Fierce Deity: Jump. Wild *equipping glide armour*: I like your funny words, magic man

(If you haven't seen that Petite Merde comic by CathianeDraws, you are missing out my friend)

[mintypsii]

PENlS EXPLOSION SPELLLLLLL

more of them because they won't get out of my head

version without the text

[xskyll]

Broke: Painting FU on the bottom of your shoes.

Woke: Painting UF on the bottom of your shoes so you can cross your legs and still convey your message.

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[kinaaaard]

how it feels to appreciate and love bucktommy in the forgiving and warm embrace of fanon

[unfinishedslurs]

every robin gets a freebie

reverse robins in the aftermath of the death of filipe garzonas

A CD was in the mail within the next week, blank but for a note that slipped out when the envelope was opened. You should really trust in your birds more often, B. Learn from your mistakes for once. 

Jason felt bile in his throat. It was body cam footage, blurry and half obscured, of Robin and Garzonas on the roof. Footage that still clearly showed Garzonas taking a too-far step back, Robin lunging to reach him, and then…

But that’s not what happened, Jason doesn’t say. His tongue feels swollen and thick in his mouth. 

Batman takes off the cowl solemnly. “Jaylad,” he says. “Jason. I’m so sorry for doubting you. I never should have…”

He can’t be here anymore. He can’t be in this cave, can’t stand Bruce looking at him like that, can’t stand to even be in the vicinity of the Robin uniform he no longer deserves. 

He bolts for the exit.

“Jason!” he hears Bruce call, but he doesn’t stop. He can’t. Not even when he nearly runs into Alfred, not when Damian tries to grasp his arm, not when Duke asks him what’s wrong or when Tim yelps in surprise and drops his cane jumping out of the way. He just runs, out the manor door and into the night. 

For a split second the figure on the roof is overlaid with Gloria. Beautiful, resigned Gloria, who was so scared of what Felipe would do to her that she would do anything to stop it. 

Then he blinks, and he’s on the rooftop with the Spoiler. 

“Relax,” Spoiler says, “I’m not gonna jump. I'm only three steps into my five-step plan for world dominance. Can’t leave that unfinished. Imagine the paperwork.”

“I dunno.” Jason’s hands are shaking. “You seem like the kinda freak who would enjoy that.”

Spoiler lowers her mask, and Stephanie Brown smiles at him. 

“How did you do it?”

“Do what?”

“You know.” His voice wavers. “You know. You know what I did. How did you…why did you…what was the reason?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes!”

“Call it tradition then, I guess.” Steph sounds almost amused. “Robin’s flock together.”

“But you don’t like me.”

“Who told you that?”

No one, but she doesn’t exactly go out of her way to talk to Jason. He just kind of assumed. 

Tim’s awkward around him. Sometimes they’re fine, like when he wandered into the library where Jason was and asked if he wanted to get ice cream together. Other times he wouldn’t see him for three weeks. Jason tries not to think about the nights Tim has had dreams that left him cackling loud enough to wake Jason up the couple times he’s stayed the night at the Nest, or the things he heard Tim shout about little birds and broken nests when he was fear gassed. 

It kind of sucks, being your brother's biggest trigger. 

(Those three weeks may be a case of mutual avoidance, but Jason will never admit it.)

When he doesn’t say anything, Steph sighs. “How much do you know about when I was Robin?”

“Uh,” he says, caught off guard, “not much, I guess?” He knows that it was because something was going on with Tim. That’s about it, really. He asked once, when he was still new to Robin and the Manor. He didn’t ask again after he saw the look on Tim’s face. 

“Bruce didn’t really want me. Damian didn’t think I was worthy of the mantle, and took every chance he could to remind me. Tim was pissed at me for it. None of them wanted me there, and I tried so hard to prove them wrong. To be the Robin I knew I could be.”

That…can’t be right. The few times he had asked about Stephanie Brown, Tim had nothing but good words to say. Bruce and Damian spent so much time wallowing in their regrets it was insane. For her to say nobody wanted her there, when her absence was a shadow that followed them constantly around Wayne Manor, was baffling. 

Steph looks down at the helmet in her hands. “All I wanted was their approval, and it made me stupid. I overestimated myself. That’s how you get killed in this game, kid. Don’t get too cocky for your britches, and all that.”

Jason is shaking again by the time they get to the Nest. He hesitates at the window, sending a pleading look to Spoiler that she completely ignores ushering him in. 

Tim spins around in his tricked out gaming chair, frown pulling oddly against the wide scars on his cheeks. He flicks his comm off. “Steph?” Then his eyes found Jason. “Jason! Thank God, we were starting to get worried about you. Duke told everyone to give you space, but…”

His mouth is too dry to say anything in response, so he just shrugs. Tim tilts his head, examining him, before looking at Spoiler questioningly. 

She takes off her mask again, lowering her hood and shaking out her hair. “We need some help,” she explains, and nudges Jason forward. 

He stays stubbornly in his place, head tilted towards the floor. Steph sighs. “If you don’t tell him,” she says, “I will.”

He whips his head around. “You promised!”

“My name is literally The Spoiler.” She bares her teeth at him. “I get that you’re nervous, kid, but I do not have time for this.”

“For what?” Tim says. God, Tim’s going to be like a dog with a bone with this. He’s never met a mystery he didn’t want to solve. “Just tell me what’s going on.”

“I killed Filipe!” He blurts out and freezes, moving immediately to hide behind Spoiler. She doesn’t let him, grabbing his shoulder and holding him firmly to the spot. 

Tim gapes at him. “You…” he trails off, slowly turning to Steph, who holds his gaze steadily. “The footage?”  

“I have connections.”

“Of course you do.” He rubs a hand over his face. “How are we playing this?

What?

“We keep going along with what’s been presented to him,” Spoiler responds without hesitation. “B’s paranoid, but he’s also the king of denial. There’s no doctoring on the tape itself, he won’t look any deeper.”

“And Damian?”

“Like he gives a shit.”

“True,” he admits. “Duke wouldn’t care enough to check either way, so that just leaves Cass.”

Steph swears. “Fuck, Cass. Do you think she’ll say something?”

“Yes. Ugh, yes she will. Fuck.”

“Think you can talk some sense into her?”

“Maybe.” He squints at Jason. “I’ll probably play up the ‘ridden by guilt�� and ‘will never happen again’ angle. He definitely reads it.”

“What the hell are you two talking about?” Jason finally says, lungs fighting for air. “I—I killed someone!”

“Not according to Bruce, you didn’t.” Tim tells him. 

“You want me to lie?”

“Yes.”

He looks at Steph imploringly, begging her to explain, but she doesn’t even look at him. “Chill out, kid,” she says, “We all get a freebie.”

“Damian got more than a freebie,” Tim points out. 

“He’d tell you it was his right as the blood son.”

“Stop joking!” He shouts, chest heaving for air. “Just—stop it! Why aren’t you telling Bruce? Why are you making plans to lie to him? What’s wrong with you?”

Tim exchanges a heavy look at Steph, before reaching his hand out to Jason. Jason takes it, trembling. 

“Plenty of vigilantes have to make hard choices when it comes to stopping people the law can’t touch,” he tells Jason gently. “I work with people who all choose different things. When it comes to people like Garzonas, who will keep doing it over and over with no remorse…it’s not a method I recommend, but sometimes there’s only one way to stop them. If Robin made that choice, I wouldn’t blame him.”

He can’t stop the tears from welling in his eyes, because this is Tim Drake saying it. Damian was the first Robin, yeah, and Steph left her undeniable mark with her cheer and wit, but Tim wore the mantle twice. He made it into something new, something a bit brighter in the dark nights. Then, after Steph, he made it into a memory. Bright yellow for her hair. Red for Superboy. Even after they both came back Jason wore their colors, because Robin was persistence, and spirit, and clever words followed by hard punches, and bravery and a million other things, but it was also hope and love and remembrance for the lost. 

He wouldn’t forget that. “Why are you so okay with this?”

“You know I’ve had to make that choice too.”

Jason almost laughs, but refrains. He’s heard the stories. “Never sounded like much of a choice.”

“It was.” His eyes snap to Tim’s at the sudden edge to his voice, and Tim meets his eyes carefully. “I was fully aware of what I was doing. It’s not something I’ll ever do again, but it was my choice, and I won’t have that taken from me.” 

“I don’t think I can be Robin anymore.”

“Well, we all have to give it up sometimes.”

“Are we really doing this?” Tim asks, after he thinks Jason has fallen asleep. 

Jokes on him, Jason doesn’t think he’s gonna sleep ever again. 

“Are you seriously getting cold feet now? I thought you loved lying to Bruce.”

“I don’t love lying to Bruce, it’s just—“

“‘—necessary sometimes,’” she finishes. “Whatever. Like you don’t love the thrill of it.”

Tim doesn’t bother denying it. “This isn’t just lying to B, Steph. This is—are we really going to cover up a murder?”

The room drops ten degrees. 

“If you’re not going to back me on this, we can go somewhere else. Don’t want you getting your hands dirty or anything,” she sneers. 

“You know I’ve always got your back,” Tim says. Jason thinks back to what Spoiler told him earlier about her time as Robin, and wonders if that might not be as irrefutable a truth as he’d always thought it was. “I’m worried about Jason.”

“You wouldn’t need to be if you would just help him out—“

“You saw him. The kid looks like a ghost. He looks like I did. Don’t—no, Steph, I’m serious. I’m worried about him. At least I didn’t have to hide that I killed the Joker. You think keeping this bottled up will be good for him? It’s going to kill him.”

“The alternative is telling Batman that his precious Robin killed someone. You remember how that went last time?”

There’s a long pause, and then he hears Tim hiss an exhalation behind clenched teeth. “Don’t bring that into this. Jason’s not me.”

“That’s the fucking problem. You were his golden boy—“

“Seriously? You think I was the golden boy?”

“I’m hardly his favorite,” Tim scoffs. “Jason is.”

There’s a shocked silence. Then Stephanie scoffs. “You can’t seriously be jealous.“

“I’m trying to tell you it’ll be different from me. Have you seen him with Jason?” He waits, but Steph doesn’t answer. “He laughs. He laughs, he smiles, he’s fucking…happy. Jason makes him happy. I never did that. None of us ever—“

“Jesus, Tim,” Steph says roughly. “You made him plenty happy. Damian, Cass, Duke, you all make him laugh—“

“Not like Jason does.”

“You willing to risk the kid on that?”

A beat, and Tim sighs. “No. But it’s different now. Jason has us. All of us. It wouldn’t be like last time.”

“Jason’s not me.” He pauses, almost like he’s debating what he’ll say next, before he says, “He’s not you, either.”

Steph stays silent for so long Jason wonders if she climbed out the window and left. 

Finally, she exhales. “He’s not you, and he’s not me,” she agrees, “but Bruce is always going to be Bruce.”

They sit in silence for a long moment. Finally Steph speaks up. “Are you really jealous of him?”

“No, Steph. Jesus.”

“You’re such a liar.” It’s affectionate this time, though, clearly poking fun. 

Tim sighs, heavier than the teasing warrants. “It’s not him. It’s not him, and it’s not you, I just…I was never able to give up Robin on my own terms. I never…I never got to feel like I was putting it down. It never stopped feeling like—“

Stephanie doesn’t say anything. Eventually, one of the chairs slides back, and Jason hears a cane clacking on the ground. A cabinet opens. “Did you want coffee?”

“What happened to those awful sodas you were addicted to?”

“I assumed you wouldn’t want one,” Tim responds, voice dry. There’s no indication of their discussion in either of their tones. “Considering the first thing you ever did in this apartment was go through all my stuff and make fun of my taste.”

“Fuck it. I’m feeling abominable tonight, I should have something to fit the mood.”

“Shut up.” The fridge opens and shuts, and there’s a quiet thunk like a hand catching something out of midair. Then two drinks crack open. 

“God, I forgot how awful these were.”

(some undetermined amount of time later)

Bruce: Dick you can’t kill Tony Zucco. Batman and Robin do not kill.

Dick: Steph said Robin gets a freebie >:(

Bruce: 

Bruce:

Bruce: STEPHANIE-

[kattythingz]

Fmabruary day 7: blood

Unintentional timing with that tbh but anyway OSHIETE MOTHERFUCKERS. EDLING TOKYO GHOUL AU

Ft. Ling as our poor Kaneki, an artificial one-eyed ghoul via Greed's transplants; only... the surgery has the unitended side-effect of keeping Greed's consciousness? Aaaand Ed as Touka (sort of!); a natural one-eyed ghoul, working in Izumi's (ghoul) and Sig's (human) butcher shop and eats "vegan", etc etc.

Al was lucky to be born fully human, so he serves as convenient cover for Ed's rarely eating on college campus. The little brother is clearly human, ergo the older one must be as well. 2+2 is fish.

Bonus scene to go with the image under the cut

"You won't starve yourself to death fast enough, if that's what you're bidding for, strange idiot," Ling's blonde, striking savior says.

"W-Who—?" Ling chokes in his haste to both back away from the offered—severed—arm in the blonde's hand and the slumped corpse it once belonged to. The actual cause of that death, the green-haired one the blonde called "Envy" right before saving Ling from them, is long gone from sight. Run away with their tail between their legs, all loud jeering aside.

Ling wishes he can do the same, honestly. It's just him, the beautifully dangerous blonde, and the corpse now.

He feels particularly queasy about the lattermost. The blonde, in contrast to Ling suddenly having to push down bile and turn away his head, snorts at the question.

"You don't even know whose turf you're on? You're definitely new around here. Can't say the same excuse for Envy, though... Motherfucker."

Ling can't help watching, from the corner of his eye, still sick, as the blonde retracts his—limb. Even in backward motion, there's a snake-like aspect to how it slithers back and disappears into the blonde's shoulder. The blood on the tip of it vanishes underneath too. How... convenient, that there are matching cuts in the back of his shirt...

Ling's head is spinning.

"Turf...?" is the first thing his spiraling mind clings to.

The blonde gives him a truly astounded look. "Are you serious?"

Ling swallows the last of his bile hard. "Y-Yes?" he rasps. Shakes his head. "Yes. Please—explain to me." He risks a glance at the corpse again, then yanks his head back up. "A-All of this, if you can. Maybe."

The blonde keeps staring at him. With an added touch this time of working his jaw.

Ling is about to begin contemplating another alley to die in with his hunger and the new, uninvited voice in his head ("Greed" too, bizarre coincidence...) when the blonde finally deigns to close his mouth.

His one red eye fades right before he's closing both to pinch his nose.

"Alright," the blonde heaves out. "At the risk of not making assumptions first, tell me—are you an actual baby ghoul right now?"

Ling answers him with completely honest relief at being understood.

So, he's quite insulted when the blonde lets out a string of curses.

"U-Um—I can... maybe..." explain my disastrous almost-murder with a biker that led to said biker being implanted into me first.

That's quite a mouthful to get out, though. The blonde doesn't let him finish anyway.

"Shut the fuck up for five seconds," he demands before yanking out his phone from his pocket. Ling's heart skips an anxious beat at the immediate ringing of speed dial. "I'm not dealing with this alone."

He mutters the last part as he holds up the receiver to his ear, and Ling can't help the feeling that he should, perhaps, be scared again.

[sasoop]

Sorry I died, here's a week's worth of doodles for Gen LoZ and two Linksmeets aus I rly like

Top middle is @bonus-links Loft and Wolf

Bottom left is @minas-linkverse Legend

They were drawn while trying to follow their respective styles, so if the styles interest you, please give them a read! They're much prettier in the originals!

Edit: fixed the skin colors

[leekwips]

🎵 I'm in love (oh- oh) I'm in love (oh- oh) 🎶

[gece-misin-nesin]

honestly? himiko and ochako's climax and ending (aside from himiko dying obvs) was written great. like genuinely that fight is amazing. i DO think their dynamic wasn't set up anywhere near well enough though. the lines are good and all, but they don't have any buildup, they just come out of nowhere. i don't think their dynamic was established very well at first at all, so even though the later parts of it are brilliant, it has a very weak beginning.

for example, ochako saying "im jealous of your smile"? great. why though. where is the buildup. show me HOW this happened.

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

In other news, I finally found a nice nerdy motif that includes eyes to paint on my mask. I wanted a simple, reasonably beginner-friendly design that would read well on the mesh and that'd be easy to fix when it inevitably gets too badly scratched up by, you know, being repeatedly hit with a steel sword. (And in the meantime it's gonna get cool appropriately silvery details as the paint gets scraped off.)

Progress pics under the cut for those interested.

First, redrawing the symbol from a very low-res old rulebook scan, printing it out, and cutting out a stencil. There is a very nice high-res transparent png of this holy symbol available in the BG3 game files, but sadly it's a very detailed, fancy, redesigned version with way too many complicated thin lines to work for this.

The first step is just black and white primer, airbrushed on, kinda messy and blurry, as expected.

Then, freehanding in both black and white to sharpen it up and bring out all the details. Moonmaiden, guide my hand! etc etc etc.

And there you have it.