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Crimson Rose by Dana Boulos

“I am young, I am beautiful, but I will fuck you over just like anybody else”


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franzis-frantic-thoughts:angryducktimemachine:Look at them. They can do tricks. [ID: Uncoloured, lig

franzis-frantic-thoughts:

angryducktimemachine:

Look at them. They can do tricks.

[ID: Uncoloured, lightly shaded lineart of characters Azu, Sasha Racket, and Grizzop drik acht Amsterdam from the AP Podcast Rusty Quill Gaming. They are drawn in dark brown and set against a beige background. Azu is a female, black ork, with one broken tusk, a cut in her eyebrow, and a shaved head. She is wearing heart-stylised armour, a belt around her waist, and a confident smile. Sasha Racket is sitting on her shoulders and Azu is holding onto her skinny thigh to keep her balanced. Sasha is a white, scrawny human woman. She is wearing jeans, a leather jacket, and a very wary expression. In each hand, she holds a knife, ready to attack. On top of Sasha is Grizzop, one foot lodged in Sasha’s armpit for stability. Grizzop is a grey-skinned, tiny goblin with a bald head and long, pointed ears. He is wearing a breastplate with Artemis’s sigil and leather arm bracers. He is pulling an arrow back on the string of his bow - which he is holding with the right hand - and has bright blue holy fire burning on the tip if the arrow. The Artist’s signature, reading Ängry Duck Time Machine”, is visible near Azu’s right shin. /end ID]

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princess-of-purple-prose:

spooksier:

the pupil, the messiah

[ID: A TMA playing card of spades with Jon Sims and Agnes Montague. The first version has Jon on top and the second Agnes. Jon is a brown man with long curly hair wearing a nazar necklace. He holds a bloody knife and cries inky tears with a somber expression, and he wears a black crown. Agnes is a white woman with thick red curls wearing a white veil with a yellow circle behind it. She holds a lit candle and looks forward with a sorrowful expression, crying tears like flame. End ID]

atlas-of-galaxies:

if jonny won’t write the flesh attack on the institute then i will

[ID: A long comic of The Magnus Archives, done in grayscale tones.

The first few panels show a shut office door, with only Basira’s head (covered with her hijab) visible in the corner. The door opens, and Martin enters. Basira emits two exclamation marks but stays silent as he turns to one side to place some files in a shelf, the glare of his glasses obscuring his eyes.

Finally, Basira says, “Long time no see.” Martin’s eyes appear as he startles violently and drops the files. Martin shouts, “Oh Jesus—Christ, do you get a kick out of this or something?!”

The camera pans to Basira, who is lounging back in a chair, holding a small book in her hands. She says, “What do you mean?” Martin answers from off screen, “Gh… never mind. What are you doing here, Basira?”

Basira looks up, closing her book with a snap. She says, “I thought you might show up here sooner or later. Figured I’d pass the time in a room I knew you frequent.”

Martin furrows his eyebrows, a small anger symbol appearing next to his head as he says, “Great. So, what now? What’s so important you’d spend all your free time waiting around for me?”

The camera zooms out to show the whole room. Martin is sweating slightly, having regained the files he dropped. Basira leans further back in the chair, raising her eyebrows. She pauses before asking, “How’s Peter Lukas?”

Martin narrows his eyes, a single sweat drop on his cheek as he says, “…He’s fine.” Basira tosses her hands up innocently and says, “Good, good.” Then there is a panel of her sitting up, staring into space, before the camera zooms back out to a view over Martin’s shoulder. Basira inquires with her arms crossed and eyebrows raised curiously, “Feeling… lonely at all?”

Martin reacts with sharp anger and snaps, “Oh for—is that what this is all about?! You think I’m one of his lackeys now?”

Basira looks down, her eyebrows drawing together. She says, “You are his assistant. I just need to know you aren’t…” A shot of her looking to the side, a drop of sweat falling from her cheek. “Compromised.”

The camera pans up to the ceiling. There’s an air vent through which some darker shades are showing, possibly larger slits, possibly something else. Off screen, Martin shouts, “Compromised?! Basira, we’re all compromised! We’re all trapped here!” Basira answers, “Fine. Then I need to know if I can trust you.”

Martin looks shocked for a second, maybe worried. Then he looks away and says, “I don’t know. Melanie sure doesn’t.”

Basira looks unimpressed, a small anger symbol next to her head as she says, “That’s not an answer.” Martin snaps, “I said I don’t know!!”

He spreads his arms and shouts, “Yes!!” Then deflates and scratches the back of his head, saying, “Err—maybe?” Finally, he raises his hands in a conciliatory posture as he says, “Look, I just need to stay close to Peter to figure out what he’s up to—”

The door clicks open. Basira and Martin both look startled, sweating slightly, as Melanie pokes her head in.

The camera pans to behind Melanie’s head as she looks at the two of them. Basira rises from her chair and says, “…Need something?” Martin just looks at Melanie with a worried expression and silence.

Two panels close in on Melanie’s face. It’s possible to see that her eyes, unlike Basira’s and Martin’s, contain a hint of red. Melanie says, “Heard yelling.” She turns her head slightly and scowls: “Thought there might be a fight.”

Martin turns to the side and says, sweating profusely now, “N-no, there isn’t.” A smaller panel of Basira adds with a small smile, “Not physically at least.”

The camera zooms back out to show Melanie turning to exit back into the corridor, wearing a bitter smile. She says, “Heh. Not for long if I stick around.”

Martin stares after her, saying, “Wh…” Then his eyes widen as he cries, “Melanie, wait!!” He exits after her into the corridor, the door swinging closed behind him as he says to her departing figure, “Just hold on…”

Melanie glances back at him, her eyes obscured by the hair that falls in front of her face. She growls, “Leave me alone, Martin…”

Martin says with a concerned expression, “I… I don’t want to fight, Melanie. Things are already hard enough, infighting isn’t going to help—”

There is a shot just of Melanie’s eyes, narrowed in anger, before she wheels and shouts in all caps, “Oh, piss off!” Then: “Since when do you—”

Martin says, “Huh…?” as he backs away from Melanie, who is approaching him step by step. Melanie continues, “—have the right to preach to me?”

The camera focuses on Melanie as she looks up at Martin, whacking her hand over her heart. She says, “You betrayed my trust! You don’t get to talk down to me like you’re the one who’s high and mighty!”

Martin says with a confused and worried expression, “What are you—”

Melanie snaps, “You promised me!” She flings a hand out, the background fading to show Jon lying comatose in a hospital bed while Melanie and Martin stand next to him. Melanie says with tears in her eyes, “After we saw what happened to—to Jon and Daisy and Tim you promised we could kill Elias!!”

The camera fades back in to show Martin staring ahead with a blankly horrified expression as Melanie continues, “Only for you to go behind my back and get him arrested like a coward!!”

Martin looks away from Melanie as he says desperately, “I—it was too risky! We still don’t know if killing Elias would have killed us too!”

Melanie takes another step towards Martin. She shouts, “I don’t care!! At least there was a chance!!” In the foreground, a piece of wood in the floor pries away, and a claw with four fingers reaches upward. Neither Martin nor Melanie notice.

Melanie looks down at her feet, shaking. She says, “But now we’re all trapped here—” Another step forward. “And it’s all—” She grabs Martin by the collar. “Your—” The camera zooms out to show her shouting into Martin’s face, “Fault!”

In the space between panels, someone shouts, “Guys!!” Martin and Melanie both glance away, eyes wide. Then they startle apart as two bangs resound in the space between them. Martin says, “Jesus—” and Melanie says, “Basira?! What the hell—”

The camera zooms out further to show Basira at the end of the hallway, surrounded by unidentifiable smears of flesh on the floor. She raises a gun in Martin and Melanie’s direction and shouts, “Hey!” Then the camera cuts to her expression, terrified and sweating, as she continues, “We have a bit of a problem!!”

Martin and Melanie both stare at her in incomprehension, even as in the background, something huge looms over them. Then they turn to look, and the camera zooms out with them.

Jared Hopworth, in all his five-armed jeans-clad glory, is at the end of the hallway, action lines radiating out of him. Two tiny bullet holes on one of his biceps are seeping blood, but they don’t appear to have affected him at all.

The camera turns back to Martin and Melanie. Melanie is smiling with an expression both terrified and delighted as she unfolds a small knife in her hand with a “shing!” Martin whispers, “oh shit.” End ID]

Creative killings by SorenZer0

galoogamelady:

Spicy commission for @psycrowe​ of Dimi and Knives <3
Thank you so SO much for your patience! :’O It was a pleasure drawing these two again!
(full pic under the cut, since it contains b00bies)

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Gosh, I love these two; my truest of OTPs. Knives belongs to Glitz, of course. Thanks again, Galoo, for another awesome commission of these two!

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but why would you let him anywhere near a kitchen??

but why would you let him anywhere near a kitchen??


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Started out with a Jack the Ripper idea, so wanted dark London streets with fog and of course the vi

Started out with a Jack the Ripper idea, so wanted dark London streets with fog and of course the victim, but somewere this morphed a bit, mostly because I like strong female roles the girl got guns, now its something less obvious, is the dark skined call girl temptress hunting a psychopath or is a dark cloaked vigilante hunting bad girl, you decide?

I also like flipping the media sterotype, so wanted the murderous guy to be white and the original victim to be dark skinned, regardless this lovely girl is going to giving the angry white guy a really really bad day.


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Silver mounted dagger, Java (Indonesia), early 20th century

from Helios Auctions

Parrying dagger uncovered at the Jamestown Historic Site in Virginia, 17th century

Bored waiting on the wife so I got photogenic. Lol. #edc #everydaycarry #edcgear #knife #edccommunit

Bored waiting on the wife so I got photogenic. Lol. #edc #everydaycarry #edcgear #knife #edccommunity #pocketdump #knifeporn #knives #knifelife #glock #edcknife #tactical #a #handmade #knifenut #edm #knifecommunity #tomorrowland #rave #knivesofig #guns #pewpew #bushcraft #knifepics #concealedcarry #pocketknife #spyderco #knifecollection #dj #bhfyp
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Nice little cheap #neckknife #knife #knives #edc #knifeporn #knifelife #everydaycarry #handmade #bla

Nice little cheap #neckknife #knife #knives #edc #knifeporn #knifelife #everydaycarry #handmade #blade #knifenut #knifemaker #knifemaking #knifecommunity #bushcraft #knifecollection #edcknife #knifepics #edcgear #customknives #knivesofig #edccommunity #knifefanatics #customknife #tactical #pocketdump #knifestagram #survival
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