#asph: doodle

[asphodelis]

kirby characters from memory (except susie i looked her up)

[spotsupstuff]

oh also i love fish inside a birdcage . hope this ms paint doodle is to your liking [text: finally, the- the Wikipedia.org pearl...]

GJKSLDAMVCKLDSGKLDSKMLKS THANK YOU ASPH!!!!!! it most certainly Is to my liking, aye... at last... the lore question of how did he become so smart in so many subjects has been answered... The Wikipedia has graced him with its faultless presence and so the religious nutcase got upgraded to religious nutnerd Amen 🙏

[saintsofwarding]

SAINTS OF WARDING; HUNGRY DEMONS

Chapter 12: Epilogue

"Rose."

She ignored the voice and kept on drawing. Dark pencil smudged the side of her hand, her skin glittery with graphite.

"Hey. Rose. You listening to me?"

"Nah," Rose said.

A hand slapped over her notebook, right over her doodles. Rose blinked, let out her breath, then looked up. The girl standing alongside her library table, one arm full of books, the other currently taking part in obscuring her drawings, smiled down at her. Short and curvy, with hair that was pink on the ends and outgrown black at the roots, Sam dressed like she'd just rolled out of a Goodwill dumpster and put on whatever she'd yanked out with her.

"Hey, Sam," Rose said. Heat crept up her cheeks. Backing Sam were a couple of other kids from their grade, carrying instrument cases, slouched against the high school library shelves like they owned the place. They all must have just gotten out of band practice. As much as Rose wished she could partake- so you can look at Sam all day, you dumbass, she told herself- she wasn't exactly musically-inclined.

She tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, trying to look like less of a huge nerd. "I...uh...I didn't realize that was you..."

"In the flesh, space cadet. Whatcha drawing?" Sam lifted up her hand and peered down at Rose's notebook, the intricate drawings covering both pages. Black vines and creatures with bared fangs, pairs of hands missing fingers, massive bat-winged beasts. Rose's face felt like it might burst into flames as Sam looked them over with thoughtful care.

"Oh, wow," she said. Her voice softened. "These are pretty cool. You should post this stuff online, people would love these-"

"I, uh, I take art classes," Rose said quickly, cutting Sam off. She shrugged to stop herself from fidgeting. "I'm, um, still working on technique, and stuff...I want to be ready, you know, before...before I show anything off, so I'm not, um...embarrassed, um, further down the line-"

She was rambling. Why was she rambling? "I will though. Post them online. When I have stuff. That I want to post online."

"Nice," Sam said, with a quirk of her eyebrow that made Rose's stomach flip over. "Hey, listen. Me and Necro and Matt were talking-"

She indicated her friends with a wave of her hand. "-And we were thinking we'd throw a party Friday night. Just like a casual kind of thing. You should come."

"Me?" Rose squeaked.

"Yes, you. You're cool with us, Rose. Bring your friends," Sam said. "If you have any." She winked.

Rose drew breath to answer, to say yes, yes, absolutely, I'll be there, when and where, you need anything, drinks or snacks or maybe a long, intense make-out session, when deep in the pit of her chest she felt it.

A jolt.

A ripple in reality.

Great.

She stood abruptly, making her chair squeak away from her table. Sam rocked back on her heels as Rose gathered up her books and notes and pencils, stuffing them into her messenger bag with a sweep of her arm.

"You okay?" Sam said.

"Yeah. Yes. I'm...I have to go," Rose said. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" She slung her bag over her shoulder and began away, her heart pounding, her hand clenched.

"You didn't say if you were coming to the party or not!" Sam called.

Rose didn't answer.

She hurried through the darkened school library, the thick treads of her combat boots squeaking on the lino. She weaved past the stacks, shelves stuffed with books, big dirty glass windows allowing the dreary, rippling shadows of rain from outside. Late afternoon, and the light was already fading, winter drawing darkness over the city. As Rose walked, the jolt grew stronger, becoming a rhythmic pulse throughout her whole body; she felt it like a drill in the backs of her teeth, sickening and awful.

She picked up speed until she was sprinting through the library. She raced down a set of service steps lit by a humming fluorescent bulb, to the building's side door. Rose burst through and into the alley behind the library, a corridor of concrete and asphalt half-drowned under the heavy rainfall. Ahead loomed an overturned dumpster, green paint chewed by rust.

In it, half-buried in garbage, was a massive form. Black, glistening skin was stretched and split over muscle packed on top of muscle, like bowling balls stuffed inside a pair of tights. It snarled and scraped inside the dumpster, hunched shoulders rising from the trash, huge bone-spurs stabbing at the air as it attacked the garbage.

Hunting for food, probably.

"Hey!" Rose called through the rain.

With a snarl, the thing swiveled, whip-crack-fast. Multiple pairs of eyes glowed from multiple eye sockets, its head a canine skull twisted and re-formed into an exciting new shape, like a heavy metal album cover artist's darkest and most perverted fantasies. Maybe the thing had once been a dog, some stray exposed to the wrong stuff. Maybe not. Either way, it wouldn't stop at mauling the garbage. If Rose didn't put it in the dirt, someone would be dead by morning.

"Did you sniff me out?" Rose said. She unhooked her bag from her shoulder and dropped it to the steps. "Or is today just your lucky day?"

The mutant's snarl deepened. Gums slid back from a tangle of sharp teeth, black mutagen dripping to the pavement. It shoved away from the overturned dumpster and dropped to the asphalt; the impact shook the ground.

Rose braced back, her teeth clenched, her hands in fists at her sides. This could get messy; good thing tomorrow was laundromat day.

"Hey, Rose, you sure you're okay? There's this, like, goth hobo outside the library, says he's here to pick you up-"

Pink flashed through the rain. Rose went stiff as she registered Sam at the mouth of the alleyway, her mouth hanging open, her eyes huge.

She took in the monster.

She took in Rose, facing it down.

She made a high-pitched sound that might have been an abortive shriek.

"Sam!" Rose screamed. "Get out of here!"

She was too late. The mutant whirled with a bellow and flung itself at Sam; the other girl dropped to the ground, arms raised up as if that might stop it.

Rose flung her arms forward.

Gouts of black mold erupted from the pavement, from the walls; black veins pushed at her exposed hands, pulsing in time with her furious heartbeat. The mold twisted into tentacles, vines of pure, glistening mold. They shot toward the monster, winding around its neck, one of its foreclaws, jerking it to a halt seconds before it smashed Sam to the pavement.

Rose screamed again as the monster wrenched at its bonds; with a slick, fleshy crackle it ripped forward. Sam stumbled back, out of range. The monster's foreclaw came away from the side of its body, nothing but a bloody, gaping wound left; as Rose watched, flesh rippled, knitting together, re-forming. In moments a new foreleg slammed to the pavement, the thing healing itself even as it tore itself apart.

"Fuck!" Sam yelled. She was pressed against the alley wall, the healed monster rounding on her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-"

With a yell, Rose sent another wave of mold at the monster. Too slow. The monster's head snapped forward, jaws wide, ready to close around Sam's skull-

Rose's heart seized, Sam's name trapped inside her throat- she was gonna see her die, right here, right now-

A hum filled the air.

Lightning snapped and arced, filling the alleyway with an eerie glow.

Silver sliced through the rain and impaled the monster to the pavement with the crack of metal in concrete. A stop sign, Rose registered. It pinned the beast straight through the ribcage, its bright red sign wobbling back and forth. It started to vibrate, the hum growing stronger, louder, until it became nearly unbearable, an agonizing high-pitched whine in Rose's skull.

As if anticipating its own impending doom, the monster raked and snapped at the sign trapping it. No deal. Rose knew it was as good as dead already.

As it hummed faster and faster, the metal of the sign glowed, first cherry-red, then orange, then white-hot-

"Cover your eyes, Sam," she shouted, and hoped to God the other girl was listening.

She squeezed her own eyes shut an instant before the sign exploded, blowing apart the monster from the inside out. Glutinous liquid sprayed Rose; she heard Sam's yell of disgust as she got hit by the deluge. Shrapnel pinged against the alley walls, neatly avoiding her, and, she assumed, Sam.

He was good like that.

Silence fell, broken by the sound of rain, the gurgle of the monster's dying growls. Rose opened her eyes. Everything- the alley, the pavement, Sam, her- was covered in a layer of thick, slimy black muck. A steaming lump of flesh and blackened bones was all that remained of the monster, a crater blasted into the pavement around its corpse. As Rose watched, the remains disintegrated into a pulpy pool. No regenerating from that.

Embers glowed past the steam from the monster's corpse, illuminating the hat-clad silhouette standing in the alley mouth. Long coat, beefy shoulders, scuffed-up engineer boots. The cigar's glow flashed off a pair of round glasses and lit up an impressive mouthful of teeth.

"Oh, my god," Rose said. "Timing."

"Let me guess," Heisenberg called. "You had it handled?"

"Just about." Rose flicked her hand, flinging off a few droplets of mutagen and pulverized monster. She made a face, then blinked. "Oh- oh, no-"

Sam was huddled, weeping, her hands pressed over her eyes. "No, no, no," she whispered, over and over. "No, no, I did not just see that, no, no-" Rose hurried over and knelt at her side. "Hey. Sam. Sam, are you okay?"

"What was that? What the fuck was that?"

"Uh-" Rose glanced up at Heisenberg. He gave her a shrug. "You remember that research project we had to do about the history of Raccoon City, right?"

"The town the government nuked?"

"Yeah."

"Okay?!"

"This sort of thing was kind of why they nuked it."

Sam's hands slid from over her eyes, exposing a faceful of running mascara. "The black stuff," she whispered. "It came out of you-"

"...Yeah."

Sam shoved her away, then scrambled to her feet. She seemed to notice the coating of slime she'd acquired and gasped in a breath, like she was about to scream. She didn't. She stared at Rose for a good five seconds, then whirled on her heel and sprinted out of the alley, past Heisenberg, who stepped theatrically out of her way.

Rose watched her go. She shivered. Her abandoned bag lay in a puddle of rainwater, soaked through.

"Dammit," she muttered.

She retrieved the bag, but the damage was already done. All her books, her notes, her drawings, everything, was drenched. Ruined.

Rose sniffed.

"She asked me to a party," she said, hooking her bag over her shoulder and approaching Heisenberg.

"Yeah? You gonna go?"

"I kind of think my invitation just got rescinded."

"So? Find out where she lives. Track the place down. Crash the shindig. Violence. Mayhem." He grinned down at her as they left the alleyway. "Maybe some screaming."

"You are so weird," Rose muttered.

"I just saved your life, kid. Be grateful I didn't let your girlfriend's head get chomped off."

Rose's face flash-cooked. "She's...she's, um, she's not my girlfriend-"

"Sure, sure. No reason at all you blab about her for hours and hours every single day, talking my ear off, oh, Samantha, you're way too cool for me-"

"I don't- I don't talk about her for hours! That's slander! You're slandering me. Besides." Rose scuffed her boot against the sidewalk. "I kind of blew it just now."

"So fix it, kid."

Rose began to voice a retort. She stopped. She sighed, pausing under the orange glow of a streetlamp. She dug in her wet messenger bag and brought out her ruined notebook, still open to the page of drawings.

Sam had said they were really cool.

She'd said Rose was really cool.

She glanced up at Heisenberg. He watched her with his customary slight smirk, unreadable as ever under the brim of his hat.

"Maybe if I talk to her tomorrow," she allowed. "A really grown-up type conversation."

"That's the way. And if your girlfriend's a little bitch about it, remember what I said. Violence, mayhem, screaming."

Rose rolled her eyes as far as they could physically go. "Still not my girlfriend."

Heisenberg drew at his cigar and let the smoke twine through the rainy evening. He ambled from the pool of orange streetlight, continuing down the sidewalk. "Still saved your life. That earns me twenty-four hours without your fuckin' lip."

"You like it when I roast you." Rose aimed a kick at his leg as she jogged after him.

He stepped smoothly out of the way. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll bite. You're not so bad to have around. Almost makes you worth the trouble."

Rose smiled a little. "You'll never get sick of saving me, will you?"

"Long as you have my back, too." Heisenberg flung his arm over her shoulder, pulling her into a one-armed hug. "You know what they say, kid. Us monsters have to stick together."

[marsh-potatoes]

dnd charas for a taz board game :3 !!!

cosmia // void

altair // lb

asph // bee

melys // ness

[mealha]

Leica releases a new limited-edition Paul Smith camera

Leica and Paul Smith have a new limited-edition collaborative camera on the market. (Leica/)

Leica Camera has announced its second collaboration with British designer Paul Smith, called the predictably named Leica CL ‘Edition Paul Smith’. The camera features a bold blue top-plate with an eyeball on it, yellow accents, and a muted tri-color stripe on the bottom. The back of the camera features the standard Leica branding and the phrase “look and see” in the Paul Smith signature typeface—the quote itself is a nod to Smith’s quote, “many people look, but often they don’t see."

The camera’s tech specs are identical to the serial production models of the Leica CL. The compact camera has an Elmarit-TL 18mm f/2.8 ASPH lens. The camera features a 24-megapixel sensor, fast autofocus, 4K video recording capabilities, and WiFI connectivity to the Leica FOTOS App for easy sharing.

The limited edition Leica CL features a blue top plate, an eyeball doodle and yellow accents. (Leica/)

Like all the special-edition Leica’s, quantities are limited, so act fast if you want one. This particular edition includes 900 units and you can get it through Leica stores, boutiques and select Paul Smith stores for $3,995.

The back of the camera has the phrase “look and see” in the Paul Smith signature typeface—the quote itself is a nod to Smith’s quote, “many people look, but often they don't see." (Leica/)

This is the second collaboration that Leica has done with Paul Smith. The first was released back in 2012 and was an X2 that featured a dark green body with orange and yellow accents and a light bulb doodle over the popup flash. That camera was limited to 1500 units.

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[asphodelis]

i want to see the substitutes get lines regardless of whether or not all the gen one women had kids (ง︡'-'︠)ง

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some wips i will never finish but would like to share (its all 2nd gen jugdral)

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low effort jugdral children

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seliph thoughts :)

[asphodelis]

This is late but your Year of the Dragon post, the way you have it drawn as Julius and Julia being real siblings means so much to me. They're healing. Thank you!

im glad you like how i portray them!! twins :)

[asphodelis]

chulainn!faval goes CRAZY

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thank god for low enemy quality in genealogy tbh.

[asphodelis]

there are two impostors among us

[asphodelis]

(through gritted teeth) chapter seven is tolerable

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the king's guests are no longer welcome in the kitchen

[asphodelis]

pack it up fellas see you next year