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“Agh...Ouch, damn it…” hissed Nathan as they tried to rise. Their sprained ankle uncooperative as the rest of their sore body. Their calloused, rock scraped hands grasped the wooden frame of the humble bed as they remained in the infirmary room. Outside, the sky was a deep purple, the last hints of the sun’s golden glow escaping over the horizon to make way for the curtain of night. In its place the bright stars and pale moon had taken place. The day was ending, and it was another day they would not reach their goal. A tired sigh escaped them, as it often so happened when they vented their frustrations. They turned their gaze from the outside to the ceiling, if only to not be reminded of each moment passing them by. The faint wind was blowing outside, as blades of grass danced to the tempo of the whistling gale, however the natural music was interrupted by the turn of a knob and several steps, the wooden floorboards creaking while the mountain climber turned to see Risa walk in. The older woman walked in with a friendly, if weary smile. It was a look known well by her patients an neighbors as she sat down on a chair not far from the bed, placing upon a night stand a lamp and turning it on. The glow of fire, while not as bright as the sun, kept the encroaching dark and the dire thoughts it invited at bay. Yet, guilt and frustrations remained Nathan’s companions alongside the new arrival. “Don’t tell me you were trying to leave now,” Risa said. “You need a few more days for that ankle at least before you go back.” Nathan remained quiet, grasping the sheets of the bed. Their fist clenched as they tried to avoid Risa’s gaze. “You know, you don’t have to rush it. You get a little further each time, but the peak won’t be going anywhere. You’ll get there faster if you give yourself time to rest and prepare,” she told them gently. They were wise words and probably honest. Nathan was becoming far more aware of their aching joints and the little injuries they had picke…
Bounding forward, Zorro threw a fistful of powder into the eyes of the creature, hearing it shriek and seeing it instantly cover its face. He was about to move in for a sword strike when he saw Abraham rush in, a wooden stake in hand. It was only a matter of seconds before it was driven through the monster’s chest, and it in turn became dust and ash. There was little time for Zorro to be surprised as the second had taken on a similar form, lunging at them both, but his blade was ready, meeting its neck before its body fell, and its head shortly after. The swordsman felt uneasy taking lethal measures first, but to his bewilderment the body convulsed, trying to rise clumsily as if from a drunken stupor. Its head continued to gurgle noises before Abraham staked its body as well. By the time all was done, two piles of ash remained on the ground while Zorro noise of disgust. “Ugh, that scent…” “The ashes? You get used to it,” Abraham said. “I almost forgot how it could be.” “Not that, the garlic powder. It’s rather strong,” Zorro said. “All the better to keep us alive with,” Abraham said before he hid his stake again. He then faced Zorro. “Sorry, I should have thought to offer you one earlier.” “It’s fine. I still wager beheading renders them incapacitated,” Zorro said. “That is the case, isn’t it?” “I hope we won’t need to find out for certain,” Abraham said before he looked ahead. “So is the meeting place around the statue?” “Beneath it is more likely,” Zorro said. As the two of them walked nearer to the monument, they saw a paved set of stones in front of it. It was only once he was close enough that Zorro saw disturbances in the ground near the paved square. Feeling around, he found one was loose and once moved it revealed a set of stairs that went down into the dark. “There. Grab the lanterns and let’s cover our tracks.” “I wager they’ll still know we’re coming,” Abraham warned. “Perhaps, but let’s err on the side of caution. Every moment their guard is d…
(You are?) Diego replied, surprised. When he saw Abraham nod, he went on. (Who is he?) (No one you would know by name, but we need to end him immediately.) (We’ll do what we must,) Diego responded before looking at Bernardo. (Abraham, you said you know this killer? Will he know you on sight?) (I am unsure. I know of him and I imagine he’s at least aware of me,) Abraham told them. (We’ll need to prepare in case.) (Agreed, but it’s best if you keep your profile low. Stay with Bernardo.) Diego then gave the invitation he had been given to Bernardo. (We know there’ll be a meeting later. I was invited, but I won’t be formally appearing) (A different arrival’s in mind?) Bernardo asked. (Yes, just be prepared to back me up in case things go awry. If we’re lucky the killer will be dealt with. We can handle Cruz and this De Ville if need be as well.) Bernardo gave a nod of understanding. (I’ll make sure Abraham and I go about as unseen as we can. We’ll contact you in your room an hour before the big meeting). (I won’t be late.) Diego then looked at Abraham. “You’ll stick with him?” “I will, but we have to gather some things before your meeting. It’s utterly necessary.” Abraham gave an imploring look, as if he was utterly convinced. “If you say it is so, I believe you,” Diego replied. “Is there anything else I should know?” There was a pause, with Abraham’s eyes on Diego, his gaze unsure as he finally formed the words. “Do you believe in monsters, Diego?” “I’ve met many men who behave as monsters. This Impalador is no different.” “No...He is a very different sort of monster. One you can take no chances with.” The man then moved to follow behind Bernardo. “Be safe as you can, Diego. I would like my new friend to survive.” “Your new friend agrees with you.” He picked up a random book from the shelf before giving them a farewell. “I’ll see you both later in the night.” Rejoining the party as he saw Bernardo lead Abraham away, the man soon rejoined the glamour and…
Amazing cover image by: https://bsky.app/profile/kaporiknight.bsky.social Image depicts Zorro and Dracula back to back. Zorro is in all black wearing his signature hat and half mask, his cape flowing and rapier in hand. Opposite of him, taller, is Dracula, wielding a Yatagan, a cruel smile on his face. He's dressed in red with a crimson cape and wielding a spear. Lightning and clouds remain nearby as the ground is lit and rumbling.
Setting from Blade Runner: Blackout (scifi set in 2022, btw) Orange sky and a hellish city is behind Trixie, the anime character in a hoodie
Water. Deep and pure began to pour down into the cistern, giving the temple its usual damp, cool feeling. Justin was well acquainted with it, how it made his robes soggy and heavy, burdensome upon his body, though he said little about it. As it was, he felt nervous as he stood upon the bridge over the waters itself. A few pilgrims who had come in order to witness the idol of Adona the Consecrated. She stood there in the midst of the central pillar, a lone figure upon an island of marble, the statue formed of pure marble. The bridge formed a circle a fair distance away where one could bear witness to her, standing resolute, her hand clinging to a single pendant. It was the one part of the spectacle that was not composed of salt, though legend said it was the one thing in her possession. It had been said that she was once a saint known for exorcism and the sealing of demons, and that for one in particular she had held it within herself until it could be transferred to the pendant. Some said she prayed her body would be made inhospitable to it, others said she had succeeded in the sealing but it had drained her life and turned her into a statue as a consequence, albeit one of purified earth. In any case, the statue was indeed real. Whether it was once a woman of great faith or if the stories were true was unknown. What Justin did know, though, was that his brother was in a similar spot. Walking to the circle outside the statue, he looked at the effigy of a believer, the hand out, holding the silver chain and single pendant. It was well out of reach of others, almost precariously over the holy water. If there was a demon inside, the water would no doubt dissipate it. Every day, people would come to this place, echoing with droplets of water and subtle waves, feeling inspired as they soaked in the experience, but for the twelve years he had lived in this place, Justin felt little other than uncertainty. As he looked at his reflection in the water, a voice called. "…
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Freddy Krueger's Mortal Kombat select screen
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How to turn off Instagram’s new Muse Image AI tool But turning the feature on for millions of users by default means people need to first hear about the change and then dig into settings to fix it. Here’s how: Go to your Instagram profile on the app or website (tap on the bottom right picture of you, not just the home feed) Tap on the three lines at the top right then scroll down in to the How others can interact with you section and tap Sharing and reuse Turn off Allow people to create with and reuse your content (and any other settings you don’t want on) This settings menu actually shows that the permissions you automatically granted other Instagram users were even broader than Meta mentioned in its announcement of the product. Screenshot from original article by: Jorge Branco
Dragon Maleficent breathing green fire at the prince.
Writing Comm add 30 dollars per 1k words 15 dollars per comic page.
Years of being Mega Man had given Geo Stelar countless experiences, and more friends than he could ever imagine. The years since his father’s return had been calmer than his earliest days, but it made it easier for Geo to just focus on time with his friends and enjoying life. Part of that was taking time to enjoy the little things in life, including a virtual concert. While his friend Sonia was off on tour, arrangements had been made to have a projection of her performance sent back to Echo Ridge. The stage was being set up near Vista Point, giving everyone a nice view. He was looking on with his friends, Luna Platz, Bud Bison, and Zack Temple. The group were getting settled with the rest of the crowd, all while others chattered. Amidst the noise, Luna’s voice was clearest to them. “I have to say, this is coming along far better than I hoped,” Luna said with a smile, her arms folded as she watched the projectors get set up. “Sure is, but prez, you say that like you’re managing the event,” Zack Temple replied. “Isn’t Sonia footing the bill for this one?” “If you must know, I actually did contribute to making sure the best equipment was available for this event,” Luna said with a bit of a huff. “Technically, your family contributed the funds, but you did ask,” Luna’s Wizard said. “Vogue, hush,” Luna told her EM assistant. There were a couple snickers from Bud and Zack that were silenced by a a quick glare from Luna. However, she began to realize one voice had remained silent. “Geo? Are you alright?” “Huh? Oh, I’m fine. I was just thinking how it’s been so long since we’ve done something like this.” “Geeze, ya talk like we haven’t been hanging out,” Bud replied. “We have, but it’s just been really quiet. It’s not like that’s bad, but I suppose I almost forgot how lively things could be,” Geo said. “Careful what you wish for, kid,” came a familiar voice. Moments later, Omega-Xis manifested near Geo. “You never know exactly what kind of excitement is gonna come…
Yamcha in orange, being grabbed by Dr. Gero
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The cold creep of snowfall in summer was always a dire omen in Gotham, because it meant Freeze was had a new scheme. A number of cars nearby had been frozen in their tracks, and buildings were engulfed in snow and ice. It was cold and getting colder, which meant the people were in danger. "Why's Freeze doing this?" Batgirl asked as she walked through the frozen wasteland. A single set of boot prints left with every step, soon swept away by her cape. The answer was, as always, for his wife, at least in Freeze's mind. However, Cassandra Cain knew that it was often more complicated than that. "Rumor has it some of the Falcone mob hired him to help with capturing some of their rivals. More than a few of them were joking about putting their rivals on ice permanently," Oracle said over the communicator. "From the intel we picked up, they didn't pay him all they agreed on, so this must be part of his revenge. A lot of Falcone's extended family had gathered in this part of Gotham. My guess is the money's for more research on Nora's condition." Cassandra nodded. It wasn't much of a leap to figure the cold scientist would either hold them until he got his full payment or exact vengeance his own way. If there was one thing other than love he was known for, it was his vindictive side. It was so great that he had employed a localized weather machine just to keep any of their men from escaping either. "How's the Extreme Cold suit holding up?" Oracle asked. "Well." The question was somewhat rhetorical as Batgirl went on, a dot of white in an alabaster scape. It was adapted to keep the wearer warm in subzero environments and combat Mr. Freeze's usual methods and tactics. At the moment she felt as if she was a bit warm, but she could see a few people stuck inside buildings past the ice and frost. Some had their hands to the glass, trying to look outside. "Good. You should be close to the building they're all at," Oracle said. Batgirl was going to reply, but then she saw s…
Yahya as Dr. Manhattan
Stellar Remnant #2 What happens when a teenager with attitude becomes an adult with trauma. The 2nd Issue of the super sentai/power ranger inspired comic!
Rei staring at Patrick
Interfacing from Disco Elysium, a Motorics Attribute. A yellow and black image of a scrunched face and hands reaching down to an unknown mass. Where contact is made, the two become one, even briefly.
There was a heavy clatter as Sable made their way towards the junkyard. Between the payoff for their job at their uncle's and at the rail station, they would be able to get those parts they needed for the Rail City Rally. A simple flashlight was all the rabbit had as they made their way around, their long ears listening as they shined the light around. The junkyard wasn't especially organized, but Rusty usually had the parts they needed. All Sable needed was to find a car that wasn't too bad off for the remaining parts. With what little brightness the flashlight and overhead street lights offered, they eventually came across a surprising sight. In front of the rabbit from Tin Town was an 1919 Panthera, a premier vehicle. It was only a handful of a years from being new and looked almost perfect. The only issues with it were the large, gray scrapes on one side and a broken headlight. Sable wanted to guess that one of the fat cats in town hall had gotten into traffic during their happy hour, but even as disheveled as the car looked, it was probably priced at more than a year's wages. Sable had to look it over again, flashing the light over it to be sure, but it was certainly a Panthera. The hood ornament and logo looked real. A whistle escaped Sable and a smirk, showing off their chipped tooth. "Hello, beautiful~ Who would leave a lovely little number like you in a place like this?" As was true of all cars, it could not respond, but Sable grew amused as they considered, for a moment, fixing it up and driving it over to Tin Town. For a single moment to be seen as the center of attention without being in trouble. To imagine all the stuck up and dismissive people they knew turning heads and gawking. Of course, Sable also knew the repairs would probably be too expensive, and if the wrong person saw the rabbit behind the wheel, it would be a pain. They'd wind up either held up and questioned for driving even a slightly wrecked luxury vehicle or someone else would try…
Your 1st opinion of me vs. your opinion of me now.
Alizetti "Zette" Alarcon (And Woolie the Woolion) from Sun Princess!
I'm just a little guy
Screen shot from: https://www.azquotes.com/quote/652665 Never lose yourself on the stage. Always act in your own person, as an artist. The moment you lose yourself on the stage marks the departure from truly living your part and the beginning of exaggerated false acting. Therefore, no matter how much you act, how many parts you take, you should never allow yourself any exception to the rule of using your own feelings. To break that rule is the equivalent of killing the person you are portraying, because you deprive him of a palpitating, living, human soul, which is the real source of life for a part. Constantin Stanislavski Source: Actor's Work
Mango Sentinel from Mvc2 and Mvc3 Yipes' "YoIthiik of the Yohk Knicks" appears.
Mako Tsunami, the freaky fish guy from OG yugioh
Ugly ass rendition of Donald, suspected t be AI due to mismatched fingers and the beak beiing aligned VERY oddly
Semi-Perfect Cell in Budokaii one, making a diismayed expression
The flow of Mako around Mideel had been a major concern. The lifestream itself, once having gone wild had finally calmed, taming itself. Whether it was the mercy of the Planet or the kindness of a friend who loved it, the area was finally habitable again and able to be rebuilt. Reeve's organization that had risen from the ashes of Shinra had started with those efforts. It was the first stop for both Cloud and Tifa after their work in Corel. "Looks like it's coming along," Cloud remarked, seeing a few of the new buildings go up. He still had vague memories of his stay when he had lost himself. "It is. I think it'll be back where the people can rest easier before long," Tifa said as she walked with him. They watched as goods were given out, the white chocobo local to the place being fed greens by some of the visitors. As they walked along, Tifa saw Cloud join in, smiling as he knelt down to also give it food. She felt more at ease, seeing him smile and pet the large bird while it ate. "Hehe..." "Something funny?" Cloud asked her warmly as he continued to tend to the chocobo. "No, more like adorable. Sometimes I forget how much you dote on chocobos." "What can I say? They're good creatures," Cloud remarked before letting the one he had tended to go on its way. He looked around to survey the area before relaxing. "Well, no monsters in town. At least this means we should check the outskirts." "Lead the way," Tifa said as they went on, heading closer to the wilderness, and the lifestream near it. The both of them could feel the humidity as they went ahead. There were already natural hot springs in the area, but things seemed even more warm. For Cloud, there was an all too familiar taste in the air. Tifa knew it faintly from time living in Midgar and around the Nibelheim reactor, but it was unmistakable as little green wisps flowed in the air. "There's a lot ambient Mako," Cloud remarked. "Should we be worried?" Tifa asked, watching the occasional dot flitter ab…
The bog was heavy with tension, the thick air less than pleasant to breathe even as Lehma Rian waded through the muck. She was adrift as she normally was, the curse to wander leading her far from the place she had called home. To seek but never find, to sleep but never be at rest. A decade of such had made her weary of the world, but she kept on, even as the wooden boards beneath her boots creaked and the mud sloshed. It was at least a miracle she had arrived at the edge of the bog. Worn though the wooden walkway was, there was a trod path on the other side, and a town further out. Sleep and some measure of nourishment waited on the other side. All she had to do was walk a ways more. In her dull gray eyes, she saw the wisches that floated and filtered nearby. Fires of the swamp that began to rise and float around. For a moment, Lehma recalled tales of them from when she was young. Her nan's old, bound book of wonders. It was said then that wisches were spirits of the departed, visiting to offer comfort to those in pain. "If you see enough of them and treat them kindly, a wisches may grant you a boon." Lehma, for a moment, stopped her steps, standing there. Though the air was stagnant, she let the scene wash over her, a cool wind blowing the reeds and tall grass, though the lights remained as if stars fallen from the heavens. She thought of her younger brother who often watched for passing stars in the heavens after nan's stories. How bright his eyes were. She thought of the fresh baked bread their mother would make for them in the morning. The cakes she would gift them with if they did well off on hunting with father. The old man's calloused hands and patient diligence, how he was so focused on practice and rigor. "I wish I was home," whispered Lehma said as she closed her eyes, hoping beyond hope to be there when she opened them. However, instead the muddy vista remained. The only difference was the wisches had disappeared. Sighing, she strode ahead. Step …
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Fate is a curious thing. Something that connects to another. The ties that bind and weigh down the soul. For Belle, she could feel its strain as she touched down in the Pallas. The place itself, divine and outside of time, radiated from the spirit of her classmate. As she opened her eyes, deep and green, she saw the walls, vivid and vibrant. Their many colors fluctuating, showing visions of memories past and ebbed by time. "Looks like this one's not as big as the last. Means it's a cake walk, huh?" asked her guardian. Belle said nothing as Pythia slithered over her shoulder, the thin, serpentine being circling her arm. Belle could see the golden ribbon around the snake shimmer as she became visible, her eyes looking about, unblinking, observing. "And you're sure Terra's going to be a problem?" "You saw for yourself," Pythia snickered, looking her counterpart in the eye. "If we don't stop her soon, well, she'll emerge. We can't have that, now, can we?" Belle let out a small grunt, not wanting to agree, but she had seen the vision. People so far as the eye could see turning to stone, starting to ebb away and turn to dust. It was a world of stillness, a vision of a future their fates were tied to. "We better find her then and unbind her." "You've read my mind precisely." Pythia said praisingly before she gestured to her ribbon with her tail. "Now, perhaps we can find our way beyond the labyrinth?" Belle gave a nod, her delicate fingers gooing to the ribbon and finding a single loose thread. She pulled, watching it come undone, the string glistening and shining before it became a single, long fabric, one that came alive of its accord and began to float and flow forward. Through the maze of memories it zoomed, creating the path. "Good, now we won't get lost on the little moments. Shall we?" Belle said nothing, walking ahead, though once she was between the walls, she heard whispers, a hushed chorus and flashes of what was, all a prelude to an uncertain doom. …
Block list that has me blocked by the creator?
Cloaked Sentai counterpart of the MM Megazord
The quiet of the night was broken only by two things, the cool wind that blew, rustling leaves and grass, and the concert of crickets, echoing all about. Those noises became mere background to the traveler, Jack, as he walked up the stony steps to the hill. Each stone was smoothed by rain and time, ebbing at the rough, uneven surface. In much the same way, the well trod rut made the path to the watering hole more easy to see, even in the pearlescent light of the moon. Each step, though, made the coin in Jack's hand weight heavier. A single bronze coin, worth less than the price of bread, but the value came from the promise of his bond. The green eyed young man had made a promise to his grandfather, who may not live to witness the waning of that full moon. In one of the few moments he had spent awake, the elderly man had entrusted his grandson to go back and wish for his health. It was a long way to go for a well that had gone dry decades ago, though it was maintained as a local oddity. Yet, when he got there, he saw only a mushroom circle, the spores aglow and blowing in the wind. For a moment, he would have mistaken them as fireflies, but he dismissed them quickly. Instead, he opened his palm, seeing the parts of the coin not tarnished shine before he flipped it, letting it fall into the well. "For all the good it'll do you, gramps." As Jack let it fall, he heard it clink and clatter against the rocky wall until... Plip! Jack wondered a moment. It hadn't rained in some time. How did it- SPLASH! The sound was loud, undeniable, echoing up off the stone walls. Jack peered over, swearing he could see something shine...rippling on waves.
A scene from Drogune: Fortune’s Lap vol. 1 Lisie contendedly cuddles to Wynd, who happily reads a book to her. They are elven girls with black sclera eyes. Lisie has a dark complexion and tightly curled hair. Wynd is pale with spiky hair. Wynd: “Right…so…” “”We all live in Galaxant…””
Wack, I mean, Jack Harlow in a Kufi for whatever reason
I feign a smile, just for awhile, my moments numbed by malaise. Ignorant of time’s dial, a life in denial, of the numbered days. Each second passed, just like the last, never to return again. Each job I am tasked, a request asked, an apology in refrain. Perhaps I’ll prepare, and express care, if I push myself more. Mistakes to repair, yet at the screen I stare, as lacking as before. My word’s worth will diminish, at least til I finish, what lies ahead. So my actions speak, as I eye the mountain peak, and leave behind dread. A false grin from my face falls, all while passion calls, moving again my heart. No matter how I stall, I must give my all, and once again start. Breaking old patterns, finding new paths, on ahead I go. Finding my way, on the trail I stay, this in my heart I know.
Buncha cool folks I follow coming to the same conclusion
Archie Era Robotnik playing with puppets of the Freedom Fighters. Sally and Bunnie's dolls speak out of character.
Kingpin about to say something corny before he enacts a horror scene.
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Sable Hare, as drawn by thecongressman here n bluesky. They're a small bunny with a chipped tooth in a janitorial outfit
Thank you all! Campaign Conclusion and Update! user avatar Lorenzo HCreator April 17, 2026 Hey everyone! The funding period for Arisan is over. After all this time and care, we can finally move forward with the first issue. While we wait for everything to clear via kickstarter, you shoould know we won't be wasting a moment getting started. Cal and I are already working on the comiic as much as we can nwhile we tally up what needs to be mailed. As soon as we have an estimate on when each of our promised rewards will get to you all, we'll update you all here. One thing I want to do, though is say thank you. All of you being here to help and sharing the project did so much to make this possible. In a similar fashion, so many people in the creative community came toogether to help us with promotion and production of our work and the premise of Arisan. I can never pay back the care and trust everyone has put in this project, but I can pay it forward. We have plans to make more of Arisan in the future, but the journey has to begin with this first step. Thank you all for making sure we can move forward.
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