#5 years later

[treason-and-plot]

[previous]

After three hours at the ice rink even the triplets have had enough and are ready to go home.

"Hey, we should catch up again soon!" says Anya to Saffy. "Maybe we can have a girls' night out together after Roy and I are back from Paris? What do you say?"

Saffron can feel her cheeks pinkening with pleasure. She hopes that Anya will think her flushed face is the result of her exertions on the ice.

"Yeah, sure," she says with a shrug. "Text me."

"Oh, and good luck tonight with your dinner!" Anya winks."His parents are going to totally love you."

"Ugh, I don't know about that," says Saffron. "They sound kind of judgy."

"Saffy, what's not to love? You're smart, articulate, and gorgeous. How could any parents not be thrilled that their son is going out with you?"

"Oh, stop," says Saffron with a self-mocking roll of her eyes. Anya laughs and then gives a gasp as Roy grabs her from behind and spins her around to give her a passionate and noisy kiss.

"Ew, ew, ewwwww," says Saffron, clapping her hand over her mouth and pretending to dry-retch. "Your PSA is giving me PTSD!"

#Saffron #Anya #Roy #back to Bridgeport #5 years later #sims 3 #sims 3 story

[itstheinktank]

Episode 1 comes to Youtube on October 16th! until then, you can read the comic HERE

#ben 10 #ben tennyson #ben ten #ben10 #ben 10 series #ben 10 fanart #ben 10 art #danny phantom fanart #dannyphantom #danny fenton #danny phantom #dp #comic crossover #motioncomic #motion comic #5yl art #5yl #5 years later #5yearslater #the ink tank #PhanArt #inktankart #ink tank art #ink tank #kuro the artist #theinktank #kurothearitst #kurotheartist #kuro

[littleevil0ne1]

✨️ 5 years of Improvement ✨️

2018. -> 2023

#artists on tumblr #digital art #art #littleevil0ne #digital painting #painting #improvement #art improvement #5 years later #5 year improvement

[annermations]

And the rest is history! 5 Years of AnnerMations!! Thank you so much

OG comic:

#art #funny #lol #random #comics #web comics #idk #comix #drawing #awesome #comedy #humor #time travel #5 year tumblrversary #5 years later #why were my colors so bad back then #thank you #annermations

[the-friendliest-freak]

2023 | 2018

Woah art by baby freak dropped!!

#the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tsp narrator #tsp #tspud #tsp the narrator #tspud narrator #tsp fanart #tspud fanart #tsp art #tspud art #artists on tumblr #art #fanart #art improvement #before and after #5 years later #5 year improvement

[howlingday]

Jaune: You've been gone five years, and the first thing you do is attack a city?! You haven't changed at all!

Cinder: If you think I'm some one-trick pony, then you have a lot to learn about me!

Jaune: Actually, I was going to call you nuttier than a fruitcake. Does that count?

#rwby #jaune arc #cinder fall #5 Years Later #the ink tank

[kylesart2001]

Danny Phantom vs Ben Tennyson (As Chromastone)

#crossover #nickelodeon #art #cartoon network #fanart #ben 10 alien force #ben 10 fanart #danny phantom #5 years later

[ben10-lostandfound]

User Generated Friday: 5 Years Later - The Motion Comic [Episode 4 and 5]

As of today, two more episodes of the fully-voiced 5YL Motion Comic have been released, with one more coming tomorrow!

This batch of episodes is special to me, because I got to contribute some sound design work! Specifically extraction of archive audio for certain alien-specific sound effects, like in Episode 4, Wildmutt and Stinkfly during Eon's flashbacks, as well as the Ben scream used in the scene that follows. In the following episode, I contributed a custom pack of sounds for use with Galvanic Mechamorph-based characters, such as Ben's transformation Upgrade, and the Orion Squad member GoTro, built and layered from a few different sources, as well as some extracted from the Original Series. I tried to match the vibe of the Original Series Upgrade sounds while giving 5YL's version of the species a bit of a unique identity.

It's been an honor to contribute even something this small to the legacy of 5YL, and maybe this won't be the last time I do so? Only time will tell. If any Ink Tank crew are reading this, thank you. <3

#User Generated Friday #Ben 10 #5YL #5 Years Later #Danny Phantom #Youtube

[luminouslumity]

5 Years Later | Episode 7 | Crossover Series

#the ink tank #ben 10 #danny phantom #5 years later #Youtube

[b-does-the-write-thing]

general incivility, chapter three

                              - a brienne x jamie pride & prejudice retelling -

chapter one l chapter two  l chapter three

Brienne woke,  still in the previous evening’s ill humor. She had forgotten to close the shade and thus was rudely awakened despite seemingly only just falling asleep. She lay there for a moment, knowing Septa Roelle would not begrudge her a lie-in after her evening at the assembly.  For a second, she was tempted to do just that. Lie there, stewing in the memories of Tyrion Lannister’s voice, bordering on admiration but landing in disbelief, and green eyes, dabbling in disbelief but ending, as they always did, in revulsion. 

Instead, Brienne rolled out of bed and laced on her boots. She donned an old threadbare gown before she quietly made her way down the stairs. Faint snores emanated from Septa Roelle’s room, even though the kitchen staff were already awake and seeing breakfast. The scully maid was too busy poking worriedly at the unrising loaf of bread in the oven, so Brienne grabbed an apple from the basket before anyone could see and slipped outside. Mr. Tarth may pay their wages, but Septa Roelle ran the staff with an iron grip, if any of them saw Brienne up this early, they’d have fetched the matron at once. 

Despite the lingering humidity, the early spring air was frigid this morning. It felt refreshing and by the time Brienne had made her way to her gate, she was wide awake and eager to start her day. Taking another large, satisfactory bite of her apple, Brienne meandered down the path to the Colonel’s yard. Having foregone a bonnet, she tipped her face to the cloudless sky to enjoy the warmth against her skin.

“Dinna expect to see you, this morn.”

Inhaling deeply, Brienne lowered her gaze to where the Colonel stood at his gate. “Morning,” she greeted before finishing the apple with another large crunch. Juice ran down her fingers, and she was tempted to lick her fingers clean, but she didn’t dare. Colonel Brandon was a lot of things, but he was also still a man. One more interested in other men, whether for the love of boxing or for another kind of pleasure, Brienne couldn’t say. Nor did she care. 

Forging the pleasures of the apple, Brienne lowered her hand to her side, discreetly wiping her fingers against her skirt. It was ruined anyway; being slightly sticky and smelling of apples was hardly the worst thing to befall it. “You’re finally fixing it?” she nodded to the gate, one creaky hinge slightly off-kilter and causing the entire panel to sag into the dirt of the path. 

“Thought I’d have the time.” The Colonel spat into the bushes as he leaned against the fence post he was repairing. “What with you having had the ball or what not.”

“The assembly,” Brienne corrected. 

“Word is the new master of Morne Manor is the runt of the litter. Any truth to that?” Brienne recalled the mismatched eyes crinkled up at her in solidarity, a queer sort of understanding between two outsiders. “He seems like a good man,” was all she said. 

The Colonel snorted. “Your a’ great deal too kind to people in general, lass. You never speak a cruel word of anyone, including those who deserve it.”

Brienne’s grip tightened around the apple core until juice squeezed between her knuckles to drop to the dirt beneath her boots. “Up for a bit of sport this morning?” Brienne proposed. 

“Most ladies would be talking my ear off about the new lord and his company,” the Colonel observed as he swung the gate open to permit her entry. 

Brienne tossed the apple core aside. “And what would I have to say about the new tenants? Lord Tyrion is shorter than most, this is true- but he possesses no shortage of wit. He danced nearly every dance and conversed with all that approached him.”

“Beggars cannae be choosers,” the Colonel grunted as he dropped into a ready position. 

Brienne followed suit. “He was a deal more pleasurable than his brother or their cousin.”

“Heir to the Rock dinnae have to be pleasurable. A dwarf bastard does.”

“He’s not-”

“Fists up!’ The Colonel had taken a swing at her, and she stumbled to the left to avoid the jab. 

“I wasn’t ready!” she protested in disbelief. 

“Stop your chattering then,” he advised, feinting back before issuing a clean uppercut. Brienne blocked it, and he danced away, giving her a precious moment to compose herself. “Always be ready. Distractions are just that, distractions.”

They fell into a familiar pattern. The Colonel was older, slower, but precise. He waited for her to drop her guard before dancing close. Brienne circled slowly, keeping her fists up. She was careful to keep her feet light, knees bent, elbows close as she watched her opponent. 

The next time he came at her, she was ready. She feinted to the left, and when he followed, she sidestepped neatly. He floated past her, already turning on his heel, but she pressed the advantage. She had him against the fence with three quick punches. He raised his elbows, took the hits, and returned them in equal force.

He was a tall man, maybe as tall as Jamie Lannister, but he had been brawnier in his youth, where the young lion was lean. Now, the Colonel’s brawn had withered away to a hollow chest, leathery sinews, and a weathered face. Still, they both had that same easy grace of a soldier in their movements and in the way they looked at her, sizing her up not as a woman but as an opponent.

The Colonel lashed out, and Brienne, caught in her recollection of the handsome stranger, barely raised an elbow to block him. His punch landed on her chin. She staggered backward, and instinct took over. She pitched forward to offset her momentum, throwing out her left hand wildly to prevent the Colonel from pressing his advantage, but he was already lowering his arms.

“Ah,” he groaned, rubbing his cheek with the back of his hand. “You here or somewhere else this mornin’, lass? I havene got such an easy hit since you were sprouting ringlets.”

Brienne straightened, internally cursing herself for three times a fool. “Here,” she proclaimed before dropping into a fighter’s stance. Boxing was her respite, her haven. Here, everything else faded away to the dance. She was no longer too big, too tall, too strong- here, she was no lady, no one’s daughter,  just a boxer. 

A damn good one too.

Brienne released a flurry of jabs and punches, ducking once, twice, three times before landing an uppercut before spinning away. The Colonel did not follow, taking the time to set back up before she came towards him again. This time, she danced around him in a circle, just out of reach. Her skirt flapped about her ankles, but she paid it no mind. It was nothing to her. Here, she was not the Beauty, the maid of Tarth, or an unfortunate wench. Here, she was Brienne.

As the sparring practice continued back at Morne Manor, the trio of Lannisters were just arriving home. Jamie and Cersei stumbled off to sleep, but Tyrion, still slightly drunk on brandy and good times, made his way to the breakfast room.

The staff had already laid out the morning meal, noticeably less than most mornings but perfectly suited for his needs. There was toast and porridge, a rather large pot of coffee, which he ignored, and boiled eggs. He helped himself to a bit of everything, humming some country tune he had just learned that evening. His legs were cramping terribly, but overall, he was in such a fantastic mood he could barely be bothered to care.  He was free. Free to do whatever he liked, such as throw the plate to the floor, demand more brandy, or fall asleep in his porridge. Here, clear on the other side of Westeros, his father’s shadow was not quite as long. Tyrion had six thousand pounds to his name, an estate of his own, and was quite satisfied with the arrangement as it stood.  

Unbidden, he thought of Tysha and how well she would like it here, but the thought sucked all the joy out of the morning. Tyrion crashed back to earth, all too aware of what he was, what others must have thought of him. He grew somber as he stared out the window across his new garden, where the trees were starting to bud, and dew glistened on every blade of grass. It was shaping up to be a beautiful day, yet his mood darkened. 

Tysha was a sore spot, much like an abscessed tooth. He ought to leave it alone, but he found he could not. How did one forget their first love? Their only love?

A whore, Tyrion corrected with a shake of his head. “I ought to have known,” he said aloud as he looked down at his stubby fingers where they clutched the knife and fork. “Ah, but it was a sweet lie while it lasted.”

Humming the same tune from earlier, he hopped down and made his way towards his bed. He was growing aware of the alcohol leaving his system and the dregs of exhaustion growing too pronounced to ignore much longer. At the top of the stairs, he stopped to look about his manor.

Red and gold hung everywhere, all orchestrated by Jamie in some misguided guise to remind Tyrion he was a Lannister. Poor, dim Jamie had never understood their father did not think of Tyrion as anything more than a cruel jape, a millstone about his neck. 

“Well, father,” Tyrion drawled. “I would have been happy with a cottage in the woods with a whore for the rest of my days, but I suppose I’ll make a go of playing the lord’s son.”

He had not expected Jamie to come with him. He had barely spoken to his brother since Tysha but Jamie had been there at his departure and throughout the journey east. And just as he had always been, Tyrion was somehow comforted by his presence. 

After all, the two had been close as far back as Tyrion’s earliest memories. In spite of all their great oppositions, Tyrion loved his brother even though they could not be more different in temperament or life experience. Tyrion had learned at an early age to charm with wit and quip but Jamie had always been loved for his beauty and brawn and never developed any charm. He was blunt and bold, and people permitted it because he was heir to Westeros's richest estate.

And yet here he was, with Tyrion, attending dances and setting up manors, all things Jamie Lannister hated. 

On the way back from the assembly, Tyrion had pressed Jamie for his thoughts on the Stormland assembly, eager to hear what his brother had to say. “Very pleasant people, these Stormlanders,” Tyrion had declared. Sure, people had whispered and pointed but they had done that in the Westerlands as well.  “And the girls- as pretty as any girl in Lannisport,” he needled, watching Jaime’s face closely. 

Jamie just lifted an eyebrow and went back to watching the horizon roll past as Cersei dozed beside him. He had spent the evening in abject boredom, having found the company dull and vapid. The girls had not been any prettier than any he had seen before, the country fashion far out of style and the dances clumsy at best. The talk had been of weather and crops, same town gossip, and that of the militia coming to town by summer. He had been bored within the first hour of their arrival. 

Though, there had perhaps been one note of interest, that huge hulk of a woman, the one his brother had called the Beauty of Tarth.  He had been taken aback when he had first laid eyes on her. Her strange, homely face had been so open he could read every thought crossing her mind- but then he had seen her arms- capped in ridiculous sleeves and adorned in white gloves- the lace only served to accentuate the tendons in her arms, the curve of the muscle, the only curves she possessed judging by the way her gown fell in a shapeless sack. 

Jamie would have taken odds the horrible excuse for a dress hid a waist as thick as a tree trunk. And by the time he had remembered himself, she had been flushed as red as a Lannister flag, every inch of flushed skin covered in freckled skin that spoke of too many days in the sun. She had somehow managed to disappear into the crowd before he could get another look at her. Surprising considering her broad shoulders and the fact she had towered over even him. 

Brienne the Beauty. Whoever had given her name had been in his cups—there was truly nothing beautiful about that poor creature. Brienne the Brute, Brienne the Bear—he amused himself with the various nicknames, her name rolling around in his mind like wine in a cup—each new alliteration causing him to grin: Brienne the Barbarian, Brienne the Beast, Brienne, Brienne, Brienne.

As he fell into his bed, Jaime stared up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Despite his exhaustion, whenever he closed his eyes, he could only see a pair of rather remarkable sapphire eyes. 

--

AN: I honestly can only blame @butterednuggets17, who commented and reminded me this existed. After that, it would not leave my head, so I wrote some more of it.

#b does the write thing #braime #jaime x brienne #asoiaf #asoiaf fanfic #apparently #I only write when I'm single so that's a fun self discovery #5 years later

[kytrensol]

So you've all spoken, and I have heard you.

I will post the first biology page this coming Saturday.

But I'm going to tell you all this in advance. These bio pages were done for my Ultraman fic, meaning it is a totally different lore altogether than the canon lore from each of their franchises, and that includes aliens not only from Ultraman but also from:

Ben 10.

Invader Zim.

Mass Effect.

Halo.

Star Wars.

5 years later (go check this guy's videos out on YouTube. Y'all who love speculative biology for some of Ben 10's aliens will LOVE this)!

And some other franchises I don't remember now so I will not be naming them, but you'll see them in the tags so...until next time, fwends~

#ben 10 #invader zim #mass effect #halo #star wars #star trek #ultraman series #sergeant frog #transformers #power rangers #5 years later

[treason-and-plot]

[previous]

Saffron and Anya take their coffee mugs to the upstairs balcony outside Anita and Joël’s bedroom, the winter sun blinking clear and sharp and casting cold crisp shadows over the city skyscrapers.

“What an an amazing view,” says Anya.

“It can’t be as amazing as the view from Roy’s penthouse,” scoffs Saffron.

“Well, it’s pretty damn close,” says Anya. She sips her coffee and closes her eyes. “Oh, that’s so good. Another three or four coffees and I might actually be able to function.”

“What did you do last night?” says Saffron.

“I went to a friend's party,” says Anya. “And drank way too much punch.”

“Did Roy go too?”

“He stayed home. He had to pick the kids up early this morning. Besides, he thinks it’s inappropriate for him to go to parties filled with people my age. He thinks he’s going to be judged for being older or something.”

“Not like Roy to care about what other people think of him,” says Saffron.”He probably just didn’t want to go and that was his excuse.”

“Hmmm,” says Anya.

“He probably just doesn’t like your friends,” shrugs Saffron. “Do they like him?”

“Enough about me and Roy, I want to talk about you,” says Anya. “What’s the goss with your married man?”

“No goss,” says Saffron. “I just sort of caught feelings for a guy in my year and…told the married guy that it was over.”

“Oh my God! Saffron, you told me that the greatest thing about being with the married guy was that he couldn’t hurt you because it was just sex and you didn’t have any feelings for him! And now you’re saying you actually have feelings for someone? That’s huge!”

“I’m still not one hundred percent sure I’m not making a huge mistake,” says Saffron. ”It's scary as fuck. But I think he’s worth the risk. And…I’m meeting his parents tonight. They've invited me over for dinner."

“Oh my God,” says Anya.

“Right?” says Saffron.

#Saffron #Anya #Back to Bridgeport #5 years later #sims 3 #sims 3 story

[itstheinktank]

Danny Phantom Screenshot Redraw

#danny phantom #dannyphantom #danny fenton #danny phantom fanart #phanart #5 years later #5yearslater #5yl #sam manson #tucker foley #redraw #screenshot #screenshot redraw #dannyversary #dannypocalypse

[cosmicqueen10]

HAPPY 20TH ANNIVERSARY!🥳

YOU MAD LAD! 🤯

WE LOVE YA! ❤️

CANT WAIT FOR NEXT 5YL EPISODE TONIGHT! 👽

YAS INDEED.

#dannypocalypse #danny phantom #20th anniversary #5 years later #5yl

[ironclark]

BEN 10 KEYBLADES!

TENFOLD -

A Keyblade modeled after the Omnitrix in Ben 10! This Keyblade is designed to have strong combo modifiers! The entire Keyblade is designed after the prototype Omnitrix that Ben uses throughout the series, stylized to have more black and white with accenting green instread of prodominately green, reflecting the alien designs seen in this series. The token is Heatblast.

The world logo is that of the Rust Bucket, where the Tennysons spend their time inbetween alien adventures. The name comes from Ben's power being tenfold with his 10+ different aliens. 

SCREAM STREAM - 

A Keyblade modeled after the livestreaming experience of Halloween Resurrection! This Keyblade is designed to have high thunder techniques. The hilt guard of the blade has several monitors, referencing the streaming theme of the movie, with the teeth of the blade being a recording camera, with a kitchen knife flair. The token is a pumpkin with the ear mounted recording device. 

The world logo is that of the Myers Home, where the entirety of the movie takes place. The name comes from the two major aspects of the movie: Screaming and Streaming. 

HERO TIME -

A Keyblade modeled after the Alien Force Trio from Ben 10 Alien Force. This Keyblade is designed to increase the damage of summons. The hilt of the Keyblade is designed after the recalibrated Omnitrix, representing Ben. The Shaft of the blade is designed after Kevin's Car, representing Kevin himself. The teeth of the blade is a Mana Orb, representing Gwen. The token is Swampfire.

The world logo is the now central location of Bellwood. The name comes from Ben's iconic phrase, "It's Hero Time!"

ULTIMATE PRIZE -

A Keyblade designed after the Ultimatrix of Ben 10 Ultimate Alien. This Keyblade is designed to have high strength. The hiltguard of the Keyblade is designed to represent the Ulitmatrix, the main Omnitrix seen in Ultimate Alien. This design conitinues up the shaft, ending in the Ultimatrix symbol covering the Seal. The teeth is Dagon's tentacles begin freed from said Seal. The token is that of Ultimate Swampfire.

The world Logo is Bellwood again, but with more Ultimate Humungasaur design to it. The name comes from Aggregor's search for the Ultimate Prize. 

OMNIPOTEN -

A Keyblade designed after the omniversal elements of Ben 10 Omniverse! This Keyblade is designed to have high combo modifiers. The hiltguard is designed to have the new Omnitrix wielded by current Ben combining into the prototype Omnitrix wielded by the past Ben. The shaft of the blade has some design elements from the new Omnitrix, but ends in Rook Blanko's Proto-Tool. The teeth of the blade is a stylized version of the new Omnitrix's holographic alien selection mode. The Keychain and token is that of the newest alien Feedback.

The world logo is designed after the newest addition to Bellwood, Undertown. The name came from my friend DreadCaptainClover, adding the pun of Ten to Omnipotent. 

POWER OF TEN - 

A Keyblade designed after the 2016 reboot of Ben 10! It is designed to have stronger electric attacks. The hilt of the Keybade is designed by combining the elements of the Season 2, 3 and 4/5 Omnitrixes seen in the show, with the Season 3 version appearing at the center of the hilt. The shaft of the Keyblade is designed after Ben's Go-Kart, but with elements of the Season 3 Omnitrix color scheme and a Omnitrix face plate combining elements of the Omnikix and Omni-Naut transformations. The teeth of the blade are inspired by the Omni-Enhanced transformation coming from Shockrock, using the rock design with the electrical elements forming the actual teeth. The token is the reboot's version of Heatblast.

The World Logo is the Rust Bucket, as this series again follows the Tennysons in the Rustbucket. The name comes from the ever notable fact that Ben has the power of ten different aliens. 

MULTIVERSAL HEROES - 

A Keyblade designed after the combination of Danny Phantom and Ben 10 in the fan comic by the Ink Tank, 5 Years Later! This Keyblade is designed to have more powerful transformations. The hilt guard of the Keyblade is designed after Danny's Ghost form, using the white and black design. The shaft and hilt of the blade is designed after this universes design of the Omnitrix while in Uniform mode, using the white accents to break up the black and green design. The teeth of the blade is designed after Danny's logo, with the Omnitrix shaft making the P part, and Danny's new flaming hair design making the D teeth. The token is the 5YL logo.

The World Logo is Bellwood, as the story takes place in Ben's side of the multiverse. The name comes from the fact that Danny and Ben are both Heroes in different parts of the Multiverse! 

#Kingdom Hearts #Keyblades #Crossovers #Ben 10 #Ben 10 Alien Force #Ben 10 Ultimate Alien #Ben 10 UAF #Ben 10 Omniverse #Ben 10 Reboot #Ben 10 2016 #5 years Later #5YL #Ink Tank #Danny Phantom #ironclarkarts

[coleskingdom]

Happy New Year! May all of your favorites have an amazing year, and moments that bring you pure joy! My wish is for everyone is to find happiness, love and support in the new year and always!

#happy new year #2024 #AEW #5 years later #hangman adam page #Adam Cole #the young bucks #switchblade jay white #bullet club gold #will ospreay