For Art-October, 2nd Prompt Was Mask. Thought It’d Be Fitting For The Reveal

Saw a post about Mexican Dream being a horrific cryptid under his mask and that got me thinking. Also saw another post about Quackity shapeshifting via masks.

Quackity is a shapeshifter, but can only take on the forms of people he has a mask of or can see at the moment, be they right in front of him, or a picture of them. He can make slight changes, like hair length and color, for example. So hidden away somewhere is the room of masks in everyone’s likenesses. He doesn’t have one for everyone but he can make them if he wanted to. The only one that’s ever been a problem is Dream.

Since Dream always wears his mask Quackity has never seen his face, so without a proper reference for Dream’s face, under the mask is always some kind of horrific Lovecraftian monster. The odd part is Quackity has tried to make the face something else but it never works for what’s under the mask, only the mask itself, Quackity brushes this off as not having seen Dream’s face and his brain is filling in the gaps, but he has a sinking feeling of dread that it’s more than that.

In short Lovecraft style monsters are my jam and it’d be absolutely terrifing if someone like Mexican Dream walks up to you, pulling their mask off to reveal a mess of snapping teeth and eyes.

Ranboo Headcanons!

-Very tall and thin, his proportions are just normal enough that when you look at him you can’t tell why he creeps you out. Long fingers that end in sharp points, with focus he can make the claw tips dull.

-Wears his black and white split mask because he is super self conscious about his mouth. He’s got sharp fangs that poke out of his mouth and his mouth is super big(think Glasgow Smile) and kinda jagged. When agro his jaw stretches open, his mouth opens all the way and towards the end of his mouth strips of skin cross over the lips but you can see through the gaps.

-Very round eyes, like an owl. Pupils like a cat. When agro the pupils become slit shaped and glow very brightly.

-Long twin tails, the tails split about and inch or two from the base. Fluff covered ends, like a lion.

-During Techno’s angsty teen travels, he finds lil Ranboo and teaches him how to fight. Ranboo’s crown was a gift from Techno. But due to the incident that screwed up Ranboo’s memories(is the incident canon still? Never can tell with the SMP), Ranboo doesn’t remember Techno and due to Techno’s own angsty backstory he doesn’t want to get attached to people so he never brings it up.

-Because I Headcanon the Ender Pearl as an Enderman’s heart(like embedded in the chest, acting like the heart), Ranboo has either an Ender Pearl for a heart or the Ender Pearl is embedded in it.

-Real!Ranboo confirmed that when C!Ranboo cries it hurts him because water, also C!Ranboo doesn’t have eyelids. So C!Ranboo has a couple handkerchiefs in his suit pockets to wipe away the tears before they can sting his skin, or too badly at least.

I was drawing Ranboo and had this sudden strike of inspiration.

(Hey take care of yourself! Be safe!)

Happy Birthday Steve Rogers!! (July 4 1918)

Toph could be extremely accurate with her sniping due to her earth-bending abilities but she isn’t able to see things that aren’t touching the ground, like projectiles. And Snake is more than smart enough to exploit her weaknesses. Plus pin point accuracy vs big f-you explosion. So as much as I love Toph, Snake wins this one.

IN ADDITION-

Her abilities take time to get information to her, even if by only fractions of seconds. But the fraction of a second is the difference between hitting someone and not hitting them. So she’s not winning this one, sorry everyone.

Fortnite, are you sure about this? Did you think it through?

Spin this wheel of ~300 AO3 tags three times.

Y’all ever feel like a wet cat

This is a cry for help

Heads up y’all it’s more Mama Puffy angst.

Puffy pacing around, fighting with the idea of her innocent baby being so vile. She’s adamant that it can’t really be him, that something is forcing him to this, that it might be someone that is pretending to be Dream. Yet everyone else is telling her let it go and in a moment of pure despair and frustration she punches a hole in the wall.

She storms off before anyone can say anything. She finds herself at a small pond, she sits down to try and calm down. Yet as she begins to feel more at ease a mother duck and her ducklings swim by. She loses whatever composure she had left.

During a fight with Dream, Puffy tries something risky. She’s standing in front of Dream, she drops her sword and her shield. “My little duckling, it’s me, it’s mama.” The nickname gets through for a moment, “Mom?”, the relief Puffy feels is replaced by terror when Dream steps back, shaking his head, mumbling something in a voice that not his own in a language unrecognizable. Storm clouds brew fast overhead as the ground under Dream withers. Puffy can see his veins turn black from the rips in his sleeves.

Puffy has barely a moment to react when Dream lets out an inhuman shriek and swings his axe at her head. She dodges out of the way, but the axe blade slices her ear.

And with a crash of lightning, Dream is gone.

Somewhere behind her Technoblade mumbles in disbelief. “Dreamon.”

Oak-brown feathers ruffled against the cold breeze.

“Awful day for a stakeout.” The barn owl grumbled. “Sun’s glaring and the wind is freezin’.”

“Precisely why it’s a good time for a stakeout, no one expects to see anything out here.” The snowy owl responded, stepping down from his perch on a higher branch. “Just another hour.”

“Thank Glaux.” The barn owl sighed, hopping up on to the branch.

The forest valley was vast and the two owls had a perfect view of it. More specifically, a hollow nestled in the underside of an outcropping. Supposedly a small group of Pure Ones had been entering here. Nothing of note-

“Looks like we’ll get to see some action after all, Price.” The barn owl said as two owls flew into view, chests and wings painted red.

“Stick close, Firebrand.” Price said, checking his silver battle-claws.

(All I feel confident enough to post right now)

TRANS SWAG

Years ago you came up with a nonsensical code phrase that you would use if you ever went back in time and needed to convince yourself of who you were. You never wrote it down or told anyone what it was. Today a young woman you’ve never met walks up to you on the sidewalk and speaks the phrase.