Got off a video call with my grandma. Asked her what sort of American foods she was enjoying (my dad flew her in from Korea and she's staying with him in Phoenix rn). She said most of the food isn't too impressive but she's addicted to a specific candy, and when she held up a bag of Werther's Originals I started howling
For when "horror monster" is too obvious. As the public domain catches up with more and more of our media darlings' most inaccessible and irrelevant iterations, some variety is in order. Any B-to-D grade movie, game, tv or quick-service-restaurant style-studio/entity/cabal is welcome to use these as jumping off points.
22. Full 1950s style musical with showgirls*.
*non-negotiable.
Comm 🗡️ Study of a portrait of Victor Gay by Alexandre Laemlein
thats pretty reasonable i guess
can we all agree that it's pathetic when so-called "friends" try to sabotage your opportunities? you're clearly jealous that the amulet of eternal darkness chose me and no amount of "please fight it, i know you're still in there somewhere" is going to change that. crab bucket mentality. grow up.
if you could control one fictional character who and why?
Hhhrrrnnnngghhh okay you know what pretty good question anon you got me you got me let me think about this...
Superman
Okay so you have to understand, there's no way I'm taking over the world if I'm only allowed to mind control one guy. I mean sure, maybe if I chose Bruce Wayne I could his money and tech to form an organization to control the government from the shadows, but that's not really why I want to Take Over The World, you know? I'm really going for the relaxing on a beach sipping mimosas vibe, not a hoo hee look at me I'm so clever because I'm technically in charge. Get real. So what's the next best thing? I run the table. Pick the biggest brightest target and have a field day. Make him run amok, rob some banks, do a silly dance. Make the Justice League pull out all the stops to save him. Crucially I dont do anything too evil, so when they catch me I'm just sent to normal supervillain prison instead of the Phantom Zone or whatever. But now see, I'm the girl who took Superman for a joyride. Everyone wants a piece of me. Lex Luthor is fucking dying to know how I did. I have him pay bail and put me on payroll. I'm drowning in villain pussy. I have a coffee date with Poison Ivy at 3. The strongest man on the planet flinches if I look at him funny. I'm living the life baby.
I mean I'd string him along as long as I could, but eventually he'd snap. Then I run off to Superman. (It's fine, he's a boy scout, he'll protect me.)
Before the war they called it flyover country.
After the war they didn’t call it anything.
Tulsa was gone. Nothing but one big, radioactive storm that never stopped, a miles-wide twister of dust and debris. The only things that wandered out of that tempest were rattlesnakes big enough to swallow a radroach in a gulp. Rattlesnakes with arms.
Until the Witness came through.
Didn’t give a name, they rarely do. Under the duct-tape wrapped radiation suit they wore a Vault suit, of a cut we’d never seen. No number. The color was wrong.
We thought they’d wandered into the storm and got lost, at first. They were nearly dead from radiation poisoning, ranting about a hidden city in the eye of the storm, a hidden world. We thought they were mad from rads and exposure. They raved about dogs that walked like men, a city ruled by a living television station, video pirates, auditors for Heaven, the cola wars going hot and a dozen other things that made no sense.
When they finally passed out, we noticed the Pip-Boy they wore. It was made of black plastic, with red buttons and a fake wood-grain panel along the underside. When I flicked it on to see if we could learn the Witness’s name, the screen flickered to life in four of the ugliest colors I’d ever seen. The radio hissed, and the song was like nothing I’d ever heard.
“-is a door to finding treasure in the dark.”
The DJ was some kind of machine we suspected, it stuttered and stammered and made jokes for a moment or two, before its tone shifted.
“-I told the little scamp from the Vault if they walked into the storm they’d be ka-put, but I, was, perish the thought, I was… wro-wr-wrong! Thanks to the kid’s bracelet we’re now broadcasting outside the storm wall. And if the kid could get out, then well, all of you lovely people can get in.”
The Witness turned fitfully in their sleep.
“We’ve got a proverbial land of milk and honey, well, more like New-Nuka and money, right here for the taking, products and pleasure’s you’ve nev-nev-never s-s-seen! So why not walk into that storm and find us… Test Market is waiting, a limited time free offer if you survive the trip to take advantage of it… some restrictions may apply. And now, the Cl-cl-clash!”
I must have muttered something out loud. Could the Witness’s story be true? A strange land of new treasures and resources was just on the other side of the storm wall?
That’s when I felt the Witness’s hand grab me by the collar. They were nearly dead but their grip was like iron. “Don’t-” they rasped.
“It’s real?” I asked, looking down into the Witness’s bloodshot, fear-filled eyes.
“If you’re not paying you’re not the customer-” Their voice was so rough I worried they were turning ghoul in front of me.
“-you’re the product.”
“We’re all the product.”
made in blender, based on a soviet era postcard. this is all rendered in eevee, with the windows and light details drawn with grease pencil. I animated the little people in the windows as well, but maybe I shouldn't have bothered.
I've finished making two life-size Araripesuchus! These little crocs reached around 80cm long!
They're for sale over here: www.palaeoplushies.com
HE’S GAY AND FRIENDLY!
From: ‘Home-made Toys’ The Australian Women’s Weekly, 1960s approx.
For you @appenzellerlouis
• This knitted elephant with his bright red saddle-cloth will bring long-lasting joy to a kiddie. Easy to make too. Just follow directions to success.
Materials required: 3 skeins Sun-Glo shrinkproof or Sunbeam super 3-ply fingering wool, shade No. 347 (grey); 1 skein shade No. 2138 (red), and a small quantity of yellow and white wol; 1 pair No. 11 needles; 1 crochet hook; 2 black shoe buttons.
It is now safe to rotate a kobold in your mind.
book from the sky (tianshu) xu bing, 1989-91
I was so excited to see a copy of this in real life bc it's something I studied in art history. this is a book that was typeset and printed by hand using wooden blocks but every one of the characters was invented for the sake of the piece and does not correspond to any word in the Chinese language
yes. he invented and hand carved 4000 characters. it is a CRAZY project that resulted in an intentionally unreadable book. I love it
Xu Bing you're legendary to me !!!!
I have evil furry convention plans.
let's get ✨vulnerable✨
