trying out stuff eh

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I like the color yellow.

messing around with wings! a lot of you gave me some great ideas; I really wanna stick with the bird-wing style but there’s plenty of room in there to experiment. :D

these will probably change drastically later on but eh, still just trying stuff out. I think I like them having different wings based on their cutie marks, although that kinda limits me to Spitfire and Soarin…

man this just reminds me that I really need to figure out a final design for Rainbow’s wings, geeze

I don’t know what’s funnier: the fact that Felix and Locus clearly had a discussion on what color their new armor would be or the fact that they decided they had to match. And, well, since I can’t imagine Locus would care about whether or not they stuck with the tan armor, that means Felix is the one who had a bitchfit and insisted on switching to steel.

What an asshole. What a hilariously vain asshole.

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In closing, I want to thank every single fan. I have learned from you, maybe more than you think you’ve learned from me. My only regret is that I am awful with names and bad with goodbyes. But I never forget a face, or a feeling- and that is what I have left from all of you. 
I feel Love.

I feel love for you, for our crew, our team, and for every single human being I have shared the band and stage with-
Ray. Mikey. Frank. Matt. Bob. James. Todd. Cortez. Tucker. Pete. Michael. Jarrod.
Since I am bad with goodbyes. I refuse to let this be one. But I will leave you with one last thing- 

My Chemical Romance is done. But it can never die. 
It is alive in me, in the guys, and it is alive inside all of you. 
I always knew that, and I think you did too.

Because it is not a band- 
it is an idea.
Love,
Gerard

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i feel like i haven’t drawn in a while so i did a quick attempt at some new coloring stuff… yeah this is sloppy…. 

tinybluehouses  asked:

pbj 54 or 63

“Stop running from this. I know I’m not the only one who feels it.”


“Look, ah,” Bitty says, thinking fast.  The woods around him are dark and his cell phone’s light hinders more than it helps.  “How’s about, you two go back up to the top of the road, see if there’s any cell reception there.  Call 911, and when they show up, guide them back down to me.  I’ll stay here with the body.”

The other two aren’t even listening to him, and this is bad, he needs to get them out of here, because–

“It’s coming back at any moment,” Parson says. “What’re you gonna do, Jack, stick your head in the sand again?”  Jack glares at him, and after a tense moment, he waves his arm and says, “Fine, what the fuck, go run away. Flag down a passing car.  Pretend you don’t feel it. Pretend your help wouldn’t really matter.  Be one of the innocent and let the rest of us hold back the dark.”

Bitty’s heart freezes in his chest.  That wasn’t an accidental phrase.  That was part of the secret oath he swore when he was sixteen, when he took up his first weapon: I will hold back the dark and protect the innocent all the days of my life.

“Fuck you,” Jack says tightly. “Fuck you.”

Then he turns away from Kent, walks back to Bitty and the body, shaking his hand like he’s flicking away drops of water.  Between one second and next black and silver ripples across it, an armored glove glowing with power.

“Bittle,” Parson calls.  Bitty transfers his gaping stare. He can see the faint shine of a sword coalescing, power running into the red stone that shines in its pommel.  “Can you put a ward around the body and call for your local coven? I’m gonna run offense.”

Bitty licks his lips, thinking hysterically, Well, I wondered how fast a senior knight could get here to back me up, and somehow says, “Y-yes, sir.”

Then he looks back at Jack, who is already letting magic spill out of his hands to form the first circle of the ward, and summons his cudgel into his hand.  Uncertainly, he begins chanting the spell for the cardinal points.  Jack doesn’t even flicker a glance towards him, doesn’t acknowledge what he’s doing, but he lets Bitty’s spell shape his own, building the defensive circle together around both of them and the corpse.

“I–” Bitty says, stealing glances at Jack as he pulls out his summoning mirror.  I have spent the last two years trying to keep you from learning about magic.  “I didn’t know you were one of us.”

Jack’s lips compress grimly.  “I’m not anymore,” he says.  “But let’s try to get out of this alive, eh?”