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[ID: Carlos TheScientist-Palmer, a 40ish fat latino man with long beautiful brown hair wearing glasses, a red flannel shirt and a labcoat, is sitting in his lab, working on his computer. Out of the window beside him, numerous citizens are running away from The Great Golden Hand, while the Glow Cloud is raining animals. End ID]
Happy 10th Anniversary to Welcome to Night Vale (and gravity falls) to everyone! To commemorate this occasion, I joined a bunch of artists to make a anthology zine (Link below), making this little piece for it! I'm working on another stand-alone thing also celebrating this anniversary but for now enjoy carlos :)
Check the zine out here!
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Sun Wukong's assorted lingpai (mandate tokens)
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1) An illustration of the two sides of a mostly rectangular lingpai made of wood. One side reads "令" and the other reads "弼马温", both written in seal script. The bottom of the lingpai is adorned by horses facing outwards, clouds by their feet.
2) An illustration of the two sides of a stone lingpai shaped mostly like a rectangle, but flared at the top and bottom. One side reads "令" and the other reads "美猴王", both written in seal script.
The top of the lingpai is adorned with a dragon-pearl surrounded by flames and clouds. The bottom is adorned with mountains, the sea, and coral. The borders of both the top and bottom are decorated with clouds and flowers. The top is swirled in a way that resembles a lingzhi or a ruyi.
3) An illustration of the two sides of a red jade lingpai, shaped mostly like a rectangle but with a curved top. One side reads "令" and the other reads "齐天大圣", both written in seal script.
The top of the lingpai is adorned by a ruyi with a flower and mountain at its center. Below the ruyi is a lotus flower, which sits on top of the forehead of a Yazi carving. Clouds extend out from either side of Yazi and below him are flowers. The two sides of the lingpai have the carvings of cloud pillars wrapped in a stylized waterfall. At the bottom are clouds which could also be the foam from the waterfall. Lotuses float atop this foam/these clouds. At the center of the bottom is a mountain with a ruyi at its foot. This ruyi also has a flower within it.
4) The lineart for the three lingpai, with accompanying commentary. The one labeled "BiMaWen" reads "carved and burned wood," "simple, only horses and clouds," and "ornamental, basically no power."
The one labeled "Beautiful Monkey King" reads "carved from a chunk of Sun Wukong's stone egg," "customized from Ao family royal lingpai template," and "mostly sea, cloud, and dragon pearl imagery."
The one labeled "Great Sage Equaling Heaven" reads "carved from red jade," "fully custom, in style of an emperor's lingpai but HuaGuo," and "flowers, waterfalls, mountains, ruyi, Yazi, and clouds imagery."
At the side are simple doodles of the three lingpai.
The first is light brown with a yellow cord, captioned "simple cord, no tassel."
The second is grey with a red cord and tassel, captioned "silk cord and tassel."
The third is red with a red cord and tassel, captioned "braided cord," "jade and gold accented."
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chapter 48 sneak peak
Luca was making shapes out of the crack in the ceiling.
His legs were spread to accommodate the man between them; he could see the crack over the man’s shoulder.
It was a bird. A ship. A whale, leaping from white-capped waves.
The man thrust. Grunted. A bead of sweat fell from his forehead and burst on Luca’s cracked lip. His hands on Luca’s waist dug fresh marks into skin so bruised Luca had no feeling there anymore.
Luca wondered if the mouse would visit him today. He’d been saving crumbs from the bread the guards gave him when they remembered. How long had it been? A few days, maybe. It was hard to tell time in the dark. Except by the men. And Luca tried not to count the men.
But it was the mouse he wanted to think about. It had startled Luca the first time, twitching its whiskers against his face and squeaking at him. Luca had been laying so still for so long, he supposed the mouse had thought he was dead. He was sorry when it scampered away.
That was when he started saving crumbs. The mouse trusted him now; it would take food from his hand. Sometimes they ate together, Luca soaking his bread in water first so it didn’t hurt so much to swallow. Other times the mouse took the crumb in its teeth and scurried back to the chink in the wall.
Luca liked to think that the mouse was bringing the food back to its family. He liked to think that it had parents. Brothers, maybe. Friends. All with the same clever eyes and soft whiskers.
It was a nice thought. Luca held it in his mind as the man spent inside of him.
The man pulled out. Wiped off. Left. When he opened the door, a beam of light spilled in.
Then the door shut. The latch clicked. Luca was in the dark again.
Luca was supposed to wash himself after. That was a rule. But he didn’t seem able to move just now. And the water pump was rusted. It took so much strength to work. Perhaps he would just lay a little longer. He doubted the next man would care.
Time passed. The mouse didn’t come.
It was too dark to see the crack in the ceiling. Luca tried to picture the shapes in his mind, but they kept slipping away. After a while, he gave up.
The door opened. Light threw shadows on the far wall. Two shadows. The men took him like that sometimes, in twos or threes. At the beginning Luca would get on his hands and knees for them, but that made the men angry, a slave deciding what position it would be fucked in. Now he just waited for the men to take what they wanted.
But these men didn’t touch him. They were talking. Negotiating. Luca’s head hurt; he couldn’t make sense of the words.
His eyes slid over to the chink in the wall. He caught a glimpse of shiny black eyes.
Footsteps, then. A shadow fell over him. Luca’s legs were already spread, but he tried to open wider, to show the man he would be good. He wouldn’t fight.
The man crouched down beside him. Backlit by the doorway, he was a featureless blur. A cool hand reached down to touch Luca’s forehead.
Luca would’ve flinched once. Not now. He lay motionless as the hand moved to his cheek, palpating the bruise there with gentle efficiency.
It’s not broken, Luca wanted to say. He knew why the man might think otherwise. The bruise was very deep. It throbbed in his teeth, his jaw, the back of his eye. But the bone hadn’t splintered.
He’s stronger than he looks. Aren’t you, Mouse?
Someone had said that about Luca once. Who? Luca was so tired. He couldn’t remember just now. Maybe he would try again later, after the men were finished with him.
Mouse. What a funny thing to call someone.
It would be nice to be a mouse. He could go live in the wall with his friend.
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love t̸̜͊͑͊͝͠h̸̛̺͙͚̣͈̿ͅė̶̢̲͌ ̴̡̣̂̾̈́́͗̉g̴͍͒̂r̶̛͉̱̯͛̚ḙ̴̋͋͑̇a̴̦͊͝t̷̯̼̝͎͙̹́̈̾́ ̸̪̓̋̾g̷̭̅̑̏̽͛ö̴̡̱̈́̿̓̊̕l̸̢̧̮̜̚d̷̫̬͛̂͑̉͜͝e̷̢̙̙̽̂̅ǹ̴̨̤̪̫̯͉ ̶̨̰̭̬̺̈́͋͋̑̄͘͜h̴͔͚̰̪̫̿̎͒͆͝a̸̛͔͓̝̖̦͗͂͊̾̅n̷̲̦̒̀̔̚͠d̷͙̯͖̭͎̘̑͘ no clue what that was but heck yeah
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