#scrawlings

[bandtrees]

“If your time, to you, is worth savin', then you better start swimmin', or you'll sink like a stone, for the times, they are a-changin'…” -- In October of 2022, Shigeo Kageyama has everything he could ever want. Now as old as his Master once was, he’s eternally grateful to still be in close contact with those from his youth — in fact, by the standards of adult friendships, they’re all doing remarkably well. Spirits and Such is, comically, somehow still in business, despite Reigen’s promises to retire someday, he and Ritsu are still attached at the hip well into college, and he even runs with the old Body Improvement Club on the weekends, and makes efforts to follow Touichirou’s rehabilitation in prison. …until the one thing he’s feared since he was 14 happens.

@tigsbitties and i's reigen birthday present, in the works since march, is here. heed the warnings and i apologize in advance.

[thegrandfind]

AHHH SOME DOODLESSS 🫠🫠🫠🫠

[heartmush]

& as the pussyphobic dj khaled once said

a text story by heartmush

[sick-dragons-word-hoard]

Superstitions, huh? Where do they come from?

Every time a human being peers into the darkness of the forest, something in the back of your head tells you that those dark patches are moving. It's easy to fear what you can't see, it could be anything.

And that's why the vampires that do exist only hunt during the day. No one expects you to have those long slender fangs when you're out at high noon.

A biology that demands excessive sun exposure to prevent tissue breakdown led our foremothers to latch onto those tales of the dark. Simply put a face to the danger and people will run in the opposite direction. Straight to us.

Well, mostly anyway. I wasn't great around humans before the Change and I certainly didn't get better after. Scruffy Maggie with the mismatched sweaters and the sandals with socks. (They're comfortable, sue me).

At least there's a social net for bloodsuckers like me, too. Once a week I went to the local post office, and received a package from the back room full of blood vials.

It wasn't a lot, and I was usually kind of hungry, but it kept me from dusting during my dry spells.

Well maybe it's just the one dry spell if it's never been not dry...

[moongate]

February 28 - Big Red and his little friend

Big Red and his little friend

Just a dragon and his cat.

[scumbomcjumbo]

Paintings I’ve been working on recently

[sibylstuffed-pastry]

Since I haven't really had much motivation lately, Here are some unfinished wips that will probably never be finished! ^^' These are mostly pretty old and I do not like them but, still I want to make them public and make note of them.

[dougielombax]

“Sign here please.”

“Certainly”

*furiously and angrily writes an incoherent scrawl of indecipherable gibberish and cryptic looking markings on the paper which nobody can even recognise*

“There we go.”

[fainist]

I lost myself in dreaming, and in dreaming found

A cause which in my poor self a light did make

Which might a nation set ablaze

Or might my home from me take

[bandtrees]

“The Matriarch of the Reigen family, queen of Seasoning Kingdom, had big plans for her children: Arataka especially. Her kids were to be raised as prim and proper as possible. Prim and proper women, ideally. She didn’t understand her son, as much as she claimed otherwise.” – Not all is well in Seasoning Kingdom, many suitors, both good and bad, have their eyes on the King and Queen’s youngest, Reigen Arataka. Many have tried to woo the young bachelor, or should I say bachelorette. Indeed, the Greatest Fortune Teller of the 13th century finds himself stuck with a man who doesn’t respect him or his identity…until he meets someone special at the local bakery…someone his uptight, stuffy mother would never approve of.

@tigsbitties and i's april fool's present, written on the nights of december 21st and 22nd 2023, is here. heed the warnings and i apologize in advance.

[wandering-willows-2009]

@lost-tapes-vcr @galgen-vogel this won't fix Kuno, it won't make Kuno worse, but it might just slow them down

[doublegunending]

Patchwork staccato is a hana song btw if you even care

[sick-dragons-word-hoard]

Ghost Ship

A spaceship on auto pilot with no crew It arrives at its destination scarred with damage, meteor impacts that broke through the hull. Not enough that the ship couldn't be repaired, but it had been enough to disable life support and drain the air. There wasn't supposed to be anyone on board, but a stowaway perished. Even after the repairs were done and their freeze dried body (scared the heck out of a technician who found it) was removed, a presence lingered; trying to escape a bad situation, sneaking on the ship, only to perish painfully when no one was there to notice or hear. Maybe she thinks to cause trouble, to rage at the crew when they DO get on board, but she sees one of the crew mates place a candle¹ by the cargo bay door for the unknown passenger. She resolved that perhaps she did find a better place. And while it's not while she was alive, she could watch over the people on board who felt sorrow at her passing; a sign of grace she had hitherto never experienced. You have to be superstitious in space. The void is deep and omnipresent. While old earth religions found new purchase among the stars, ghost stories and arcane rituals too were born. The ship had fewer accidents than normal, as she faded from a wandering spirit into a guiding have which soaked into the metals of the ship itself. They even gave her a name, different than when she was alive but that fit her new existence. There was a worn spot on the wall by the cargo bay where crew would rest their hands and give small thanks or acknowledgement to Aurora, another muse within a tiny metal speck between the stars.

[moongate]

March 22 - Will-o-wisp

My wax crayons set up a passive resistance making this a failed batik painting. I will now search for some proper beeswax to do some more of these.

[shamelessgrimoire]

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

OUSTRETCHED - MY ANTENNA TO HEAVEN

YOU ARE NO REPLACEMENT FOR THERE IS NONE

NONE AFTER YOU - NONE BEFORE YOU

YOU ARE NO REPLACEMENT

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

MY ANTENNAS TO HEAVEN

YOU ARE MY GROWTH- MY FOREST- MY HEART

STAINED IN MY BLOOD YOU ARE- I ADORE YOU

YOU ARE GLORIOUS PURPOSE- MY HANDS AND MIND GIVEN LIGHT IN INK

DEAREST BOOK- YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND GLORIOUS

REFLECTED IN YOU ARE WHAT I DREAM OF

YET NO POINT

PERFECT CLOSURE

STILL I WRITE IN YOU

MY ANTENNA TO HEAVEN

FOR MY BLOOD DRIES IN YOU LIKE INK

YOU ARE MY GROWTH- MY HEALING

I SCRAWL IN YOU MY SECRETS

HOLD YOU TIGHT AS I HOPE YOU WILL TOO

AT LONG LAST WITH YOU I MARK A DAY

GLORIOUS DAY

FREEDOM

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. PAGES OUTSTRETCHED AND SHINING EMPTY AND DEVOID. A BLANK CANVAS. NULL EXISTENCE. YET YOU ARE NOT SHARP. YOU DO NOT BITE ME. YOUR BINDINGS SOFT AND NEED OF TENDING. YOU WILL BE LOVED.

WHEEL OF CREATION. BOOK OF SHADOWS. MEMORIES IN INK. MY ANTENNAS TO HEAVEN. MY THROAT. MY VOICE. MY MIND GIVEN FORM. MY EULOGY. MY ECHO. WRITTEN IN YOU AS I WILL IT. MY SCRAWLS HOLD NO POINT. NULL MEANING. PERFECT CLOSURE. YET I WRITE IN YOU ALL THE SAME.

I love you.