#and it's done before noon

[spiffybits357]

What if every pattern of glazed terracotta was on every colour? (very long post) (Also maybe you would be able to change secondary + tertiary colours but I'm not doing that) (some of them look better than others)

[behemothman]

"it's true that i once had a daughter but she fell to barbarian knives" yeah that's called top surgery

[jey-chan]

Danny, showing up mild meting like he owns the place bc is in space: So i lost a bet with CW and here i am... you! *points to Flash* have lost your time travel privilegies for 3 i told you so, and YOU! *points a constantine* are going to dismand the Anti-ecto laws and in etchange i give you your soul back but with the punishment of doing all the papework that need to be done becuase of fukin soul tax fraud.

And you! *points to the big 3* are going to firm herr, here, and here.

Flas: wtf‽

Constantine: the anti what now‽

Ww: whai does this lokes like international and interdimencional guardenship papers?

Danny: you have seen noting~ :")

[johnslittlespoon]

ch1 of the leaving!bikeriders au done. fuck

[isbergillustration]

Some wips as curated by my studio assistant (pictured above), in the tragically likely case I can’t manage to finish anything before my night shift.

[cutter-kirby]

noone, describing clothes:

me: say it. say it.

noone: ...and a yellow raincoat

[spinach-pine]

one for the money / two for the show

⫷the trek version⫸

[thedemonscrawler]

hey brain

would it be possible for you to like

work BEFORE 8pm? for once?

[thursdayinspace]

new printer refuses to be set up. I have spent literally all morning on this so far. maybe it will work if I throw it out the window? maybe it'll get scared and decide to stop pretending that I have no wifi.

[mercless]

the powder witch contemplates: ' y'ever wonder what it's like to die ? or maybe you know already , since you're so old and got whole libraries in your head . there's gotta've been stories of people like him , right ? died and came back ? they ever say what it's like ? ' a pause , quieter . ' must've not been so nice . if it had been , he'd talk more about it , right ? ' ' do demons like you even die ? sure go down , but — ' a wave of her hand , features pulling into grimace as she begins to regret having raised the topic to begin with . ' ... you know what i mean . ' @windchaser

Weary eyes watching that wavering horizon don't bother turning to the powder witch and her steed walking beside them. Her habit of musing any and everything on her mind was still taking the hellspawn some getting used to. But the deal that hung above them like a glinting blade on a sliver of thread - to be a guide and source of information to these fine folk looking to stop the inevitable - was one hell of a motivator to become quickly accustomed to this prolonged company. It isn't until Rell's words settle around them both, and the possibility they don't even grace her with a response arises, that Talon heaves a breath past their teeth. A tongue close behind the air brushes over the rows, attempting to dislodge that feather stuck in the back to little avail as their otherwise soundless march continues.

"'Libraries'… Bit of an exaggeration. I don't go lookin' for every poor souls story." An encyclopedia of tall tales, misquoted passages, and drunken ramblings felt more fitting a description for their collected knowledge. In their unbias, reliable opinion. "He's not the first gunslinger to ever return to the land of the living. Although, he's far from a revival like her intervention was..." A cough catches in their throat, but it's not long before their dry droll continues over the related tale. She could ask another time, if curiosity lingered.

"Death's been unreliable for a while now, but it wasn't ever the same for everyone either. I've seen it often enough to know what generally takes place." They decide to not state the obvious how, a small attempt to preserve the witch's current mood. Why would they care about such a thing… "When the souls left it's body, there's no more fear. No more joy or curiosity, no hunger for more. No more mortal woes."

"… Then there are those who don't go so quietly. Ghosts, cursed souls, those who've had their fate tampered with…"

A glance at the undead gunslinger bringing up the rear of their merry band is made over Talon's shoulder, giving away that the discussion was about him. It wouldn't be a surprise to Yone, though; when the young witch ever approached the demon, he was always in earshot. A hand ghosting a holster or sheath. "Our companion isn't one for many words, whether they be for recounting wonderous events, or hellish memories." A cant of their head lifts the wide brim of their hat enough for the two of them to meet the other's eye, if either of them wishes. The sun had fallen enough to not blind Talon, hiding behind the plated hindquarters of the metal beast keeping pace with them. There were plentiful reason for her to be on this doomed quest. They would like it to be revenge, but a nagging feeling of it not lasting as the sole reason dampens any potential fun. Something weak in their chest bemoans her to not give time to the thoughts of the beyond. But then, with everything so decayed around them, whatever else was there for a troubled mind to dwell on? "He has a reason for not movin' on. Maybe even he don't know it exactly. Could even change to something else he finds an' takes ahold of. Nothings gonna be gained if the truth is wrung out of him."

Blunt fingers scratch at the red scarf laid across their chest, trying to displace the sprouting growth tangling in the fabric's folds. Scraping the barrel on their knowledge of the beyond, and their half-baked hunches on the gunslinger, left only her last, uncomfortable question. A flash of teeth at the word 'down' was accidental, but the irony found in it pulled at blackened gums. Silently they wonder when they would see those caverns of endless torment and fire again, but it was something they could never share with a soul like hers. It's enough of an awakening from their ramblings to recall what their nature is. What they are. "Demons like me, don't go around kicking buckets." Talon's hunched posture straightens then, head turning over their shoulder as they speak clearly for everyone in the small posse.

"I'm sure you're both eager to find out what does happen, though."

[prontaentrega]

if i were to write a cape comic i would make it referential to prowrestling on so many levels

[whentherewerebicycles]

I cannot survive this day lol

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Man if moon lived in my house he would be pissed at me that I didn't sleep at all

GRABBING You Anon go slp!!!!! Or else!

[theajaheira]

i would just like to assert really decisively that actually putting in the effort to heal and build long-term positive patterns is a fucking bitch and i hate it and i would like to send it back. thanx

[medicallymercury]

wouldn’t normally post but you guys have suffered through my complaining as much as I’ve suffered through the writing

IT’S BEEN SUBMITTED!!!! I am free to think about exclusively Casualty and feel no guilt

[volfoss]

Hold on just realized I've read like 6 books in the past 2 weeks. That's really scary