13/30 and it is the end of the month~ ah well. I’ll just keep on going anyways~
And they call her Stings-and-Kills.
*gets more sloppy to attempt to catch up*
zombie sports! no need to worry about sports injuries, just stitch it back on
Saw Eddie Izzard’s Force Majeure at the Rebecca Cohn last night, he’s a riot <3 Had to try my hand at the Marc Antony chicken with robot legs.
(plz forgive the bad robot legs, I do not draw mechs ;;)
Should I have tagged this “spoilers”?
more sketchy business
I’m horrible at this business of tumblr tags and organization. Juniper Woods from Ace Attorney <33 CASE FOUR, HUP HUP~
Juniper Woods: Basically the… second cutest.
just a bunch of random stuff I’ve been scribbling~
Look at those birds! And at those non-birds.
So my biggest fantasy, honestly?
Don’t tell her I said this.
There’s always a moment now, near the end of the night, when she’s thrashing furiously, when her chin is spittle-flecked, wrists and ankles and neck rubbed raw red beneath the bright metal that catches her too tightly, when she’s breathing loud and desperate louder than the thrashing of the chains. There’s always a moment where she demands with chisel sharp fury from deep in her throat “just let me go”.
And what I really want to do, what I always want to do, just now, and then, is to look her straight in the eyes, smile with how much I know her, and say:
And click, click, click, let the chains fall away one by one, and I watch her go.
(A short story for Halloween. NSFW, blood, harm.)
They tell this story, I think, where you come from.
Here, they tell it a little differently:
In drawing up the walls and firmament of the world,
In deciding what was and what wasn’t,
the Sage of Life, in accordance with commitee,
and following a very exact, precise plan, determined that all those things which were good should
flourish through the world.
And so he, and his adjutants, and the Deer That Grants Spiritual Insight and Humble Wisdom,
— You know, like, that deer? The one what grants spiritual insight and humble wisdom?
Delved deep into philosophy and science and Social Media Optimization and the mathematics of hedonic optimization to determine that which was Good to perfect, unimpeachable accuracy,
And these things were left as they are.
The Sage, examining the next step on his plan, prying himself away from the soft, perfumed skin of one of his adjutants, then set himself to the matter of the things which were Bad, which, clearly, should be dealt with.
And so, after tidying his affairs at that point, he sealed all the evils of the world,
despair, hatred, sorrow, loss, longing, fear, judgement, betrayal -
He sealed all these things into a box, working for ten days and ten nights.
Only, when he finished, there was a knock at the front gates of the Life Optimization Project Compound, and this knock was knocked so mightily that the gates shattered, and the walls buckled, and the knocker —
— She was not ashamed at this in the slightest!
— she said, “Hey, you have something of mine.”
"An evil thing?" Asked the sage, holding that box of the world’s evils. "Because, really, better off without it."
And the caller at the gates shrugged, and grabbed onto the box, though the sage would not relinquish it. And she pulled. And he pulled. And she pulled harder, and he pulled harder,
Until eventually the sage went tumbling back, cradling the box of evils in his arms.
And the caller walked up and pierced the box and sage both in a single stroke, and all these bad things slipped out into the world. And she reached down and pried open the box, and in the box one thing remained, and it was her thing, which was called Hope.
(No one knew how it got in the box with all the evils of the world. Possibly there was a mistake, somewhere along the line.)
The caller, by the way, is known as Stings-and-Kills, because that is her nature, as it shall ever be.
(From Mana, I suppose, though I’m not completely happy with this telling…)
havent done realism for a while
yasaburo shimagamo from uchouten kazoku
always reblog jinglefish
The difference between lizards and buzzards,
Is that liz is liz, and buzz is buzz
If liz was buzz and buzz was liz,
one would never know what a buzzard was!