#open walk

[fosterwh]

[extravapalooza]

pages from 'a world of plenty', a cyanotyped and handbound artist book using cyborgs to explore transness, gender, nature, technology + their intersections (and my last uni project ever !!!) ... gonna be posting more of the pages soon ^_^

[tgcg]

an open fly walking

i didnt like this one but i thought id finally air it out since its been sat in my folders for months now

TG: hey karkat

CG: YEAH?

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TG: you ever noticed you like

TG: walk weird

CG: WOW, OKAY.

CG: HAVE *YOU* EVER NOTICED THAT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT?

TG: pff

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TG: no listen because i got my ears scoping that shit im like a scouter for dude activity

TG: ok maybe me mentioning it to you is gonna fuck up your ecosystem or something but

TG: you have the heaviest feet of the century man

CG: I DO???

TG: just thrust them straight down into the ground like youre trying to homebrew a san andreas fault

TG: viciously tamping on tectonic plates hoping for top score on the richter scale

TG: waging war against solid particles and the basic flow of gravity

TG: i could ID those footfalls out of a million i mean it

CG: SERIOUSLY?

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TG: i mean theres nothing wrong with it but

TG: yeah

CG: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW.

TG: im not fucking with you striders honor

TG: when have i ever lied to anybody about anything

CG: NOT UNPACKING THAT QUESTION WITH YOU TODAY.

CG: BUT SHIT, HOLD ON. LET ME SEE.

TG: yeah take the umbrella go over there and just walk to me

CG: ON IT.

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TG: see you just kinda slam em straight down dude

CG: THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY RIOTOUS FUCKING JOKE OF A LIFE.

TG: dont your feet ache

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CG: MOOT POINT. THIS MIGHT SOUND INSANE BUT I'VE ACTUALLY HAD MY STRUT PODS FOR A WHILE. ANY KIND OF PAIN THIS WOULD'VE BEEN CAUSING WOULD BE TOTALLY FILTERED OUT OF MY SPONGE BY NOW AS BACKGROUND NOISE.

TG: damn i didnt think that through

TG: my shades

CG: ALRIGHT, GET BACK UNDER THE SHITTING UMBRELLA AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME.

TG: look ive fucked myself over here too i dont have shit to clean these with

TG: ugh

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TG: guess its karma

CG: HOLY FUCK. HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THIS BEFORE?

TG: i dunno but im gonna assume having a dad thats a literal crab monster is probably a contributing factor

TG: im guessing thats not a great role model for this kinda thing

TG: just conjecture i mean

CG: YOUR ENVY IS OVERWHELMINGLY OBVIOUS DAVE. AS A DISCLAIMER, HE WOULD'VE ABSOLUTELY KICKED YOUR ASS.

TG: yeah probably

CG: THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER.

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TG: but see bro had me stringent on feather feets

TG: i bet i could slip across a bike horn warehouse with nary a fucking toot

CG: HAHA. ASSUMING YOU DON'T MAKE A TOTAL ASS OF YOURSELF, AS PER USUAL.

CG: IF YOU WEREN'T CONSTANTLY RUNNING YOUR GASH ABOUT EVERYTHING AND BEING AN INIMITABLE CLOWN I SERIOUSLY THINK YOU COULD BE ON PAR WITH YOUR CUSTODIAN.

CG: THAT IS A MONUMENTAL "IF".

TG: well look at it this way

TG: im basically doing you all a favor by being a dumbass

TG: never gonna get caught off guard by the bozo patrol

CG: WOW. GOOD POINT.

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TG: also screw this can i use your shirt

TG: this stupid hoodie is just smudging my lenses up

TG: i cant see dick

CG: UH

CG: SURE, I GUESS.

TG: cool

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TG: so yeah i could be prowling around like a goddamn verbal assassin sniping convos left and right

TG: but no ive got the decency to go bunp in the night

CG: YEAH.

CG: IT'S DEFINITELY COMPOUNDED BY THE CONSTANT INANE RAMBLINGS.

CG: BUT

CG: IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY RELAXING, Y'KNOW? IT HAS ITS OWN RHYTHM.

TG: see yeah i sound it off and

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TG: wait really?

CG: YEAH

CG: I DON'T KNOW

CG: FUCK. HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS WITHOUT WANTING TO CRAM MY FROND DOWN MY PROTEIN CHUTE.

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CG: IT'S LIKE

CG: A SALVE FOR MY AGGRAVATION SPONGE.

CG: YOUR VOICE IS THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF ASPIRIN.

TG: uh damn karkat hold your hoofbeasts i was talking about the rhythm thing

CG: ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT. I'M TAKING US BOTH THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. YOU HAVE REACHED THE BAD END OF THIS CONVERSATION.

TG: you think thatd be heroic or just

CG: IF I WAS STILL GHOSTING AROUND THE RUINS OF SGRUB'S ARCANE FRIGGIN GAME SYSTEMS, THE COMPLETE LACK OF SHIT AFOOT NOWADAYS WOULD BORE ME TO DEATH.

CG: LIKE. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME OUR THERMAL HULL LEVELLED UP, DAVE?

TG: hah

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TG: but uh

TG: i mean we had aspirin on earth

CG: NO, NUMBNUBS.

CG: I'M SAYING YOU ARE MY ASPIRIN.

TG: oh

CG: YEAH, TAKE THAT TO THE BANK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR 20-KARAT ASS.

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TG: heh

TG: well get this

TG: i will literally talk at you forever for free

TG: you got lifetime priority seating for the davealogues

TG: never gotta go to the drugstore again you can just get doped up on my dulcet tones for the rest of time

TG: take that and some of this

TG: im packin punches

CG: OW, FUCK! NO! MY MIGRAINES!

CG: SWEEPS OF VEINCLOTTING AND NERVEFRAYING DOWN THE FUCKING GAPER. BECAUSE OF YOU.

CG: YOU ASSHOLE, THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

CG: AND YOU'RE LAUGHING.

TG: chuckle up it only gets worse from here

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CG: BE HONEST WITH ME. DID FONDLING MY SHIRT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET EVEN DO ANYTHING?

TG: barely but yknow sometimes you just gotta deal the cards youre given

TG: ill just be astigmatic for a while its cool

CG: PFF… OKAY MAN.

[soulmvtes]

i just really love strangers who smile so brightly at you for no actual reason

[obsmiechujek]

anyway hows your day been

[contact-guy]

THE ADVENTURE OF CHARLES AUGUSTUS MILVERTON part 3 (part 1) (part 2) as promised here they are enjoying committing a crime (to quote Watson: "I thrilled now with a keener zest than I had ever enjoyed when we were the defenders of the law instead of its defiers").

Nearly made myself ill drawing them holding hands WHAT IS IT WITH GAY PEOPLE (me) AND HANDS

(This is part of the Watsons sketchbook series!)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

An unbothered queen has entered, and subsequently left.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[skylersprompts]

DC x DP Prompt *32*

This was the ninth- no.... tenths loop. He is eating his breakfast and he is dizzy again. Because Mom drugged his oatmeal, because Mom and Dad knew! Danny stood up from his chair and tried to leave the kitchen. (He knew it wouldn't work, it never worked) His eyes grew heavy and a few steps later he hit the ground.

He wakes up to the same gruesome picture as in the last nine loops. But Danny doesn't beg anymore. Or says anything. It hurts, but it's nothing he hasn't had felt before. It would only take them a week before they would destroy his core again and then everything would start anew. Maybe he could think of something better for next time.

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.

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The last feeling he remembered was an all encompassing pain, as his Dad crushed his core. But he was at the breakfast table again, already feeling groggy. But maybe this time he could get help? He knew that he could fight the drugs for around ten minutes, as long as he didn't stand up.

So instead he got his phone out of his pocket. He knew that neither his sisters, nor his friends would be fast enough, he already tried them, but maybe someone else could be fast enough.

He opened Twitter and started to write a new post, ignoring his atrocious spelling in favor of getting as many information out as possible.

@theoneandonlyflash I'm kinda stuck in a time looop and my parents will koll me in about a werk they druged me so I'll be in they lab in a fee minotes. Pleaase helpp and fins me iin Amyt Park, Illnois. My name iss Dannyy Fentin

He was able to press send, before his vision would become to spotty. Now he just needed to hope that the fastest man alive would be able to help him. Danny's head fell on the table.

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It was the eleventh time he woke up to the same scene and this time he couldn't do anything against his tears. He would die again... and again and again...

Danny's spiraling thought were interrupted by the basement door, that had hit the wall. This was new!

[literaphobe]

You Didn't Tell - Abby S.

[cringefailvox]

alastor is such an insidious dealmaker because he's so reasonable. he doesn't ask for anything outlandish, especially not right out of the gate—he agrees to make a commercial so long as he's never asked to engage with anything tv-related again. he turns down charlie's soul and readily concedes to the stipulation that her favor doesn't have to hurt anyone. from the way husk describes their deal ("when you're down on your luck, you turn to anything to keep you afloat"), it heavily implies to me that husk went to alastor, not the other way around. alastor gets his foot in the door by making himself freely available, and by making it easy to tell him no the first dozen times he nonchalantly offers a deal, so by the time he starts angling for a deal he actually does want, you're less likely to notice immediately how predatory he's being, or how he's backed you into an inescapable corner. he makes himself an inevitability. you know he's a monster, you know that he's manipulating you—but he's also become your only choice, and so you don't even get the consolation of being able to say he tricked you, because you chose it

[thewhoreforhordes]

At Your Service

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!: could i request carl x reader and it’s just a bunch of different moments where he shows acts of service as a love language and how the group notices and teases him or smth?? TYYYYY

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥’𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥’𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐓, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

𝐞𝐫𝐚: 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Carl would DEFINITELY teach you how to shoot a gun if you didn't know already. He can't have you out with walkers without you knowing how to shoot.

It was a peaceful morning in Alexandria, as you sat at your dining table drinking, likely well past expired, instant coffee, flipping through a book you and Carl had found on a run weeks prior.

Of course, your calm period would soon end with a knock at your door. You cock a curious eyebrow at the door before taking one last sip of your coffee and sighing, before getting up to see who it is.

You are pleasantly surprised to see Carl standing there, with a look you can only describe as purposeful. "Oh hey, Carl! I wasn't expecting you today." You beamed with a smile that Carl adored so much.

But, he wasn't just here to gawk over your pretty smile. "May I come in?" He inquired, glancing around the inside of your home behind you.

You nodded suspiciously, stepping aside for him, and shutting the door behind him. "So what's up?"

"I want to teach you how to use a gun, Y/N."

"Okay, straight to the point." You giggle, walking over to him and crossing your arms. "Why, exactly?"

"You need to be safe outside the walls. You can't keeping using your knife, or whatever's available at the time, Y/N/N." He glances down at you, and you can tell he's serious.

Carl doesn't take the safety of his loved ones as a joke.

—ミ★彡—

Which, is how you ended up here after what felt like hours of convincing to Carl, but in reality was about twenty minutes.

He stood so close behind you, you could feel his breath on your neck. "So, I want you to keep a steady stance—" He began to explain, as you felt watching eyes on the two of you. You turn in the direction of the sensation. It was Tara snickering to herself about this situation.

Needless to say, you— well, Carl— never lived that moment down.

"'Oh, Y/N, let me press up against you to teach you how to shoot a gun!!'" One of the resident teens in Alexandria, who was Carl's friend, teased, laughing his ass off.

"It wasn't like that! She just.. didn't know how to shoot one so I.. offered to teach was all." Carl muttered with a scoff.

"Dude, you were totally rubbing up on her!" The teenager continued, tears forming in his eyes from the utter enjoyment.

Carl giving you his flannel when it's chilly outside.

It was a frigid December evening in the gated community, and you walked, travel-cup in hand, alongside the sheriff's boy.

"I totally miss normal holidays. What do you think, instead of evergreen trees we string a walker up with Christmas lights?" You glance over at the boy who's cheeks were lightly dusted with pink, which you could only assume was caused by the cold.

"Good luck finding Christmas lights." Carl chuckled to himself as a cold blast of winter air blows through the town, swaying trees, and causing goosebumps to form on your skin.

You shiver at the icy wind, holding your arms. Carl takes immediate note of this and slides his flannel over your shoulders without a word.

"What's this for?"

"You seemed cold." He shrugged, playing off the gesture like nothing.

But to you it was everything.

Wearing his flannel around after that, however? So. Much. Teasing. From. The. Group.

Having been called to an urgent meeting by Rick, you glance around your living room for something quick to throw on to protect against the temperatures.

After a moment or so of searching, you spot something messily thrown over the back of your couch.

Carl's flannel.

You debate wearing it, realizing the implications it brings and what the group might think of it, although the urgency of the moment causes you to throw all of that out the window, as you snatch it off the couch and race out the door while putting it on.

—ミ★彡—

You stood in the town hall of sorts within the safe-zone, swaying upon your feet, your arms crossed and your eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Carl stood next to Rick as always, scanning the group for all who were in attendance. Soon enough, his eyes fell upon you, for longer than they probably should've.

Were you wearing his shirt?

His face flushed, remembering how you got it. Wow, did you look good. As you spoke to Aaron about plans for recruiting, you began to feel eyes boring into your soul.

Shit, was the flannel too big of a deal? No one had said anything to you about it— yet. You started to run through every thought before looking up and meeting Carl's eyes for a second, causing him to look away embarrassed.

"I think if we take this path—" Aaron paused, inspecting the expression on your face. He assumed you'd stopped paying attention a second ago due to you nodding along to clearly horrible ideas, but he couldn't figure out why you were so unfocused.

Luckily, it didn't take a genius to realize why you were spacey. He followed your stare, ending up at the sheriff's boy, making him chuckle.

Having heard what sounded like a teasing laugh, you snap out of your trance of sorts, shooting a glare to Aaron. "What?" You ask harshly.

"Nothing, just seems like a certain blue-eyed cowboy has your attention, so much so you think walking straight into a horde sounds like a good idea." He barely stifles his laughter.

"Who? Carl? No, no!" You exclaim, desperately trying to explain the situation.

"Isn't that his flannel?" Aaron cocks an eyebrow at you, snorting.

You pause in your tracks, realizing he has a point. You were wearing his flannel, and you were staring at him across the hall.

He had caught you red-handed.

Little things mattered to you, even if they were things you didn't even need help with.

You stood, waltzing around the library a few blocks from Alexandria. Having freshly been de-walkerfied, and deemed safe, you waltzed around between the bookshelves utterly carefree.

Of course, you had dragged Carl along, however he was happy to join, of course. He loved reading a good comic or two, and where better to find them than a safe, undead-less library?

Having found yourself in what was previously the young adult novel section, which is now  miscellaneous books strewn about haphazardly upon a few shelves.

A frown quickly spread on your face, for your favorite section to be in such disarray. You began placing the books back where they belonged, starting from the bottom shelf and working your way up.

Unfortunately for you, once you reached the shelf at eye-level, you realized one of the books needed, was placed on the top shelf. You sighed, and lifted up onto your tippy-toes, and reached as far as your arm would let you, to no avail.

Carl, on the other hand, had found a lovely area to sit and read some comic he stumbled upon, thankfully for you, within eyesight of the young adult novel section. As you struggled to reach for the book, Carl flipped the page, glancing up over the papers, to be met with your predicament.

You stretched and grabbed, only to be met with nothing. Suddenly, the book you needed was plucked off the top shelf and into your hand with one swift motion. You glance up confused, to be met with your one-eyed beauty.

"Here." He says simply, giving you a small smile.

"I could've gotten it, you know." You roll your eyes, with an equally as stupid small smile.

"I know you could've. Just didn't want to watch you struggle."

Of course, he knew that you wouldn't have been able to grab it anytime soon, but who was he to say that?

Author's Note: aahhh!!! you guys this is my first carl request thank you so much!! i hope i did it justice and you guys enjoy!! i'm sorry this took so long i've been so busy with family and friends!! let me know if there's anything else you want me to do! be good peeps! <3

[chalkrub]

been doodling some bri'ish wildlife - love seeing these guys. because they are the classics aren't they?

[cyanastrologist]

❌ Ned Fulmer was fired for cheating

✔️ Ned Fulmer was fired for tarnishing his own brand, and becoming a liability to the company.

[niinnyu]

Red in your hair.

[egophiliac]

What was your favorite of the flashbacks in Silver’s walk?

the acorn bracelet is VERY good, but I really really love Malleus humming (hummalleus? hummus?) to Silver. especially now that the song has Context. >:) we are in a soup of angst and I'm here with a spoon in each hand and a silly straw that leads directly to my brain.

[artharakka]

Beautiful, But Broken