mob shots

anonymous asked:

do you have tips on comic compostions and angling/framing of scenes beacuse holy fudge what the actual hell your mob comic is An Expirience

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I’m gonna take this ask as a chance to masterpost about this comic.

Since there wasn’t a set time limit for this comic, I went all ham for it, which means there’s a lot of thought about angles/framing n shit in this sumbitch. (keep in mind i’m still learning this craft myself as i go along so FEEL FREE TO IMPROVE WHEREVER)

I’ll go in depth about it but all of my tips can be summed up with : 

go for the emotion of the scene.

Everything I do, I do to try and heighten the feeling in a scene. Everything I’m about to describe were all choices to try and maximize the emotional impressions.


First off, everything in this comic (with the exception of panels 7-9 on page 4) is from Mob’s POV. Everything is built from there. keep in mind goin forward -

We start with Mob terrified of being spotted, of running into anyone. So I strained the perspective to make it feel too close for comfort, despite how far away his other limbs are. I also used the angle to emphasize the “spotlight”, pushing Mob into further discomfort, like he’s being watched anyways.

Mob fears he just murdered someone ? At his lowest moment in this comic? This is where the camera looks down on Mob the most.

Time for shock and awe that the man’s alive ! So Reigen is angled UP, building his Bigness in Mob’s eyes. Most subsequent shots repeat this, keeping us grounded in Mob’s perspective.

Here, Mob is literally on his knees asking for answers. So I pushed for an angle to make him seem really tiny. I wanted him to look as small as he feels.

In the next few pages, the angles basically level out (and I’ll talk more about why in other sections***) until

Mob has just touched back. This was a direct action on his part, so just as I’d built Reigen with that tilt up, it’s Mob’s turn to share that space.

Once Mob fears for the lives of the police, we shift back to high angles. Using a high angle to make a character seem small isn’t groundbreaking but it’s something to chew anyways.

This is less about the angle and more about how cramped everything is. Mob feels backed into a corner unless he can get Reigen to relent. So the tightness and how Reigen looms reflects this.

And here, I mirrored the very first panel. Once again we have a shot of Mob’s back, walking into the light of a streetlamp. But this angle is gentle in comparison, even if slightly off center. We can see where the light comes from so it ceases to feel less like an omnipotent threat and more mundane. Perhaps even hopeful.


I’m sorry to say I feel this is one of my weak points as a creator. I’d like to improve here the most. Most of my panels can be summed up with ‘slant = energized’, ‘straight = stable’. BUT. I did take a few liberties here and it’s good to point them out.

Broken glass to heighten the ouch on Mob’s part.

Salt man don’t give a fuck. he IS the panel. //adds to the energy of this moment

This break from the panels is meant to make Mob hitting Reigen a more immediate threat.

Same with Reigen reaching around it here. He’s still in danger of being shreddy shreddy at this point.

Sometimes a panel will bleed off, to give a more ‘open space’ feel. I like to use it in subtle “oh” moments. That’s the best I could describe it.

annnnnd nothin like a casual reminder on the edges of panels about what would happen should the police show up.

Staging/Body Language

Once Reigen shows up, he dominates the frame, even in shots where mob is closer to the audience. Again, this is all to emphasize how Big Reigen seems to a scared Mobbu.

Mob pushes himself to corners, Reigen’s given the bulk of the space. 

He stands taller than mob and makes the frame uneven.

Even his hand feels huge in comparison.

***That is, until Reigen has a better perception of what’s going on.

Then his actions and staging reflect this.

Reigen kneels down, trying to make himself smaller both to Mob, and in the frame.

The staging reflects Reigen’s attempts to get on even ground, literally and metaphorically.

Mob’s still pushing himself into corners, but now Reigen has actively surrendered some of the space.

Still just, trying to get some of Mob’s perspective.

And from this point onwards, Reigen and Mob share the space/frame more evenly. 

Even in shots where Reigen’s kinda large, he no longer seems so imposing.

Mob still looks up to him but we no longer have such dramatic shots tilting him up and having him hog the focus of the panel.

And we save the closest-closeup, both in staging and in how close our characters physically feel for last. Because bonding and shit.


Decided to make the use of color sort of uncomfortable. Hinted at in edges but not really a presence of their own. Hard to tell what the color of anything is because it’s all nonsense in ur peripherals.

Until we get to humans. But this color seems more invasive, and doesn’t really touch mob in a positive way.

Till we get to these splash of color, messy and kinda unorganized but it’s exactly what Mob needs to bring some order.

From here we get a muted color wash, there but still slightly dulled.

The first hint we get of the saturation to come is centered around the touch.

We slowly fade into full blown saturation once Mob reaches back.

Fanfic bonus

The name meanings of Jun and Tetsuo, since this is the street where they live and why not ahaha.

There’s a lot of bird imagery in ABoT so I

“Kid, it’s like lifting a feather.”

And even tho Reig gets a cool halo from the streetlights n shit

We all know who the real angel is

Other fun shit

Mob’s outfit is based on Sakurai’s outfit when he was orphaned as a child.

I literally put the streetlight directly behind the hand in this shot because I lack subtlety and love it.

There are 2 times where I cut out a bit of (frankly beautiful) wordage in order to show things better visually. Both times happen when Mob’s stopped paying attention.

First with Reigen’s words just becoming a flood of nonsense pretty sounds.

The second when Mob’s thinking about the possibility of his barrier being gone.

also here u guys can have some behind the scenes shenanigans


Prompto’s Photos, chronologically - 54/?


(Disclaimer: Any beverage works, doesn’t have to be alcohol if you can’t drink yet)

Go into the Mob Psycho 100 AO3 Tag and take a shot for every fic that has the Explicit Rating.

Take four shots for every instance of the un-holy trinity of disgusting shit. (R-I-P Indeed my dudes) (If all three are present, that’s 12 shots)

Take another shot for Major Character Death (Take two shots if that death is Reigen)

Take two shots if Ritsu is a yandere.

Take a shot for every time Dimple and Mogami are doing highly questionable things with little to no consent. (Take two shots for Mob, one shot for Reigen)

Take a shot for every shitpost “fic” that gets posted.

Bonus Game: Take a shot for every time a character is taken completely out of context

Some drawings of Reigen from the Ajin AU!! I redrew him so many times in the bottom one but he still didn’t turn out as nicely as I wanted him to  *cri* also, I cannot draw hands :’) I do, however, love Mob’s black ghost. Now that I’m actually putting effort in, this stuff’s lookin’ good! More headcanons:

>Reigen absolutely hates seeing Mob or any of the other espers die. He knows how agonizingly painful and stressful it is for them and that pains him. His anxiety level goes through the roof whenever it happens, and whenever someone intentionally kills Mob (or the other kids), he flips his shit and uses cuss words (which he normally doesn’t around the kids).

>Reigen does what Ogura does in Ajin S2 and gets Mob to bring out his ghost as if wanting to kill him so that Reigen can see it. Mob was against the idea but Reigen kept insisting ‘trust me Mob I know what I’m doing, I’m an adult’ so Mob caved. Reigen loves the ghosts almost as much as he cares for the kids

>In the bottom one, Mob was shot by an anti-Ajin committee member who suspected he was an Ajin due to Reigen so suddenly taking Mob under his wing. Reigen almost had a panic attack when Mob died in his arms, but Mob revived and that panic turned into serious anger. He said what’s drawn above, but then he takes the committee member to someplace private and has a yelling match with him STOP STRESSING OUT MY STUDENT, IT STRESSES ME OUT AS WELL AND MY HAIR’S GONNA TURN GRAY BEFORE I HIT 40 YEARS OLD DO YOU KNOW HOW ANGRY I’LL BE?! IT’S GONNA BE ALL ON YOU, BUDDY. YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT. YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR MY HAIR PRODUCTS. SO UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE BOUND BY THOSE SHACKLES, STOP IT.”

>Ritsu is still suspicious of Reigen. That is, until he interferes in the fight with the Scars. Then he knows Reigen is a good dude.

Also why does my style change so drastically between the top and bottom images of Reigen???? They’re the same damn picture  (; ̄Д ̄)


Originally posted by baromyuandbreadaddicts


Minsik had been staring at the same paragraphs for the past two hours. No matter how hard he tried to study it was no help at all, but he promised his mom he’d, at least, spend the evening in the library.

It was pretty late on the weekend so the library was pretty empty aside from a few desperate students trying to squeeze in some more homework time.

He got up just to stretch his legs. He needed to do something before he fell asleep. On his lap around the library, he came across you reaching for a book. At first, he didn’t think anything of it, but then he saw you jump for the book. You actually jumped and barely grazed it. In your defense, it was pretty snuggly tucked away.

He hid behind the aisle when he saw you look around. You set down your backpack and stretched your arms before taking a deep breath.

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A Breach of Trust: Chapter 1

(That “Catch 22 AU” I’ve whispered about, that @kikaiz​ coined and that @voix7​ and I have been helping flesh into a full story which I am really, really excited about)

This is a world in which Mob and Reigen’s paths have never crossed, in which 10-year-old Mob found psychic guidance in the form of the aging, retired tv personality Keiji Mogami, in which Reigen followed through on his plans to close the Spirits and Such Agency, in which a cruel twist of Mob’s powers forces him to confront how dangerous he really is.

10 year old Shigeo Kageyama has vanished, his trail instantly cold, and his case gathers dust in police archives as a kidnapping never solved. Four years pass before a chain of events causes his path to cross with that of the despondent, unfulfilled fake-psychic-turned-fake-investigator, Arataka Reigen. Reigen finds himself in over his head caring for an escaped victim of abuse who, for reasons unfathomable, has been taught to believe his very existence is a horrifically dangerous thing…

(Chapter Index: Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13 || Chapter 14)

March came in colder than it did most years. The children of Salt Elementary School walked home bundled in thick jackets and knitted mittens. They made games of puffing out frozen breaths and writing their names into the frost of passing windows. Shigeo Kageyama walked behind two of his classmates, though he did not go home.

Instead he toed along the edge of a cobblestone sidewalk, arms out for balance, off in a direction opposite of home. His backpack bulged out like a turtle shell, heavier than usual. It was packed with the flannel pajamas and a tooth brush Mogami had asked him to bring. Mogami had not given a reason why.

Mob didn’t like the extra weight, but it kept him centered on the cobblestone rail.

The two 10-year-old classmates ahead of him took the right street. Mob continued straight, tracing the stone.

“After this, can we go back to the park?” Mob asked. He wobbled, tilting his head over his shoulder to ask Mogami directly.

“We go to the park every day.” Mogami answered. He walked the sidewalk, thin silver hair catching sunlight and twists of icy wind. The hollow pockets beneath his eyes were deep, but not unkind, intently watchful of Mob who dipped and wavered with each balance-beam step.

“Yeah, because I like it.”

“We’re doing something different today, Mob.”

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The Mayfair Mob

Request: Your husband Jack is a member of an elite, elegant mob. Jack’s status within the mob has earned him quite a reputation, and nobody dares talk back to him…except for you.


“You should have knocked,” he growled.
Well, this was absolutely fucking terrifying. I tried my best to let him know I wasn’t scared. He was like some sort of jungle animal, I always swore he could smell fear, and he fed off of it.

“I’m sorry, Jack. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just thought I’d bring you something to drink,” I turned on my heels as gracefully as my skin tight dress would allow, and headed towards the door.

“Stop.” I stopped. I could feel Jack’s eyes burning holes into my back.

“Sit.” I turned back, looking Jack straight in the eyes, and strode my way to the large, black, crushed velvet chair planted in front of his desk.

Word Count: 3,900

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anonymous asked:

What is mob 100 (or whatever it was called) about? Cause like... Once it looks super funny, but second time it looks so sad and emotional and depressing like wtf

Mob Psycho 100? Oh dear God prepare for a fuckton of info

Ok, so you’ve got your main character Shigeo Kageyama (aka Mob since he looks like a モブキャラクター  or mob character which is a character in the background of a manga) a typical average middle school kid with no aparent strong emotions or anything that makes him stand out in a crowd. Despite his innocuous appearence, he’s an esper. He has a great amount of power that is often linked with his emotions. His emotions tick upwards in numbers. Once he reaches 100%, hell breaks loose.

He works part time afterschool with Reigen Arataka, the self proclaimed  Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century at his consultation firm, Spirits and Such Consultation Office. Reigen specialises in fraud helping people deal with problems of a spiritual nature. He can also give a mean back massage.

So as the story goes, Mob continues to try and live his life as a typical teenage boy, but as he holds his emotions in shakles to try and control his psychic powers, trouble tends to arise. 

All in all, despite the appearence of an action manga with comedy and horror thrown in the mix, it’s a story about emotion. Which is why it’s extremely painful and emotionally taxing to read at times (all fans know that one arc).

I 100% reccomend to read the manga (or watch the anime, but the manga deals with emotion in a rawer state). One is truely a master of emotion, he fantastically portrays emotional turmoil that the characters experience in the series. Definitely give it a shot!

“The Light and the Dark”

‘Mutant scum’ were the words plastered on the front of your house in messy graffiti. You could practically hear the cries of the hooligans that wrote it and, looking around, you could certainly see the evidence of where they had been last night. Footprints trampled the floor so that the front of your house looked like something out of a warzone.
“Well,” you sighed, “there’s nothing left for me now.” Adjusting the strap of the bag hanging on your shoulder, you turned on your heel and left your home of 5 years. The mutant revolution had wasted away a lot of the land here but as you looked around, you could still imagine the scenes you grew up seeing overlaying the destruction. The rubble to your left was once the house of kind Mrs Henderson with the beautiful back garden. She was forced from her home after the discovery that her mutant powers were the reason her garden was so luscious. Your heart sunk when you saw the decaying shrubbery that used to be a sign of her gifts.
On the other side of the street was the house of a man whom you never knew. He always kept to himself and refused to talk when you greeted him on the street – you had at first thought he was very rude. However, you knew his character immediately when he was killed. A little mutant boy was unable to control his powers of invisibility and was the subject of outcry from a group of rioters. The silent man had come to the child’s aid and defended him until one of the mob shot him in the forehead before also killing the boy. You never knew if the man was gifted or not.
Eventually, you made it out of the town and, as the sun escaped from the sky, you wished that it would take you with it so that you would never have to see the place that this world had become ever again. Darkness, your friend, blanketed the land so you gathered some kindling and set up a fire in the desert like field you sat in. Ever since you were little you had been able to control light. Not in the typical sense of being able to spawn light or make a room dark – it was different to that. You were able to manipulate light (if it was already there) like a physical entity. You could move the light cast by a fire and hold it like water in your hands. This was what you were doing right now. Scooping up some light from the fire, you let it run through your fingers and made it fly around the darkened sky. It never ceased to amaze you – no matter how often you did it.
You had spent 5 minutes playing around like that when your fire was abruptly extinguished. It was sudden and unexpected and you struggled to get it lit again but luckily the embers were still hot. As you were returning to your seat not far from the fire, it extinguished again and you didn’t need to be shown a third time that this wasn’t accidental. Extracting the light from the dying embers, you pressed your palm to the ground and watched as light slowly ebbed and flowed outwards. Yet you could see no-one. Nothing that suggested your fire was being put out.

That was until someone spoke.

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