#03.01.2021

[alicetallula]

Octopunk Advent - January 2021 - Day 23 : MALL SANTA - 03.01.2021

It was a pleasure to participate to the Octopunk Advent and to work on prompts based on the universe of the movies - or the book Paradisa by Michelle Iannantuono - of @octopunkmedia

Day 1 : MISTLETOE / Day 2 : SLEIGH RIDES / Day 3 : DECORATING / Day 6 : SNOWBALLS / Day 7 : NUTCRACKER / Day 4 : UGLY SWEATERS + Day 8 : OFFICE PARTY / Day 9 : FIREPLACES / Day 10 : CANDLES / Day 12 : FAMILY / Day 13 : CANDY CANE / Day 5 : GINGERBREAD + Day 14 : BAKING / Day 11 : SILENT NIGHT + Day 15 : CAROLING / Day 16 : GIFTS / Day 17 : ICE SKATING / Day 18 : HOT COCOA / Day 19 : EGGNOG / Day 20 : NEW YEAR'S / Day 21 : SOLSTICE / Day 22 : SNOWMEN / Day 24 : SCROOGE

Day 23 : MALL SANTA - 03.01.2021

Classic, they have to be Mall Santa and his elves for the DPD.

Done using ink pens, graphite pencils and acrylic paint pens

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Patreon post / Twitter post

[alicetallulaafterdark]

Octopunk Advent - January 2021 - Day 24 : SCROOGE - 03.01.2021

On of the drawing I did for the Octopunk Advent prompts in the universe of the movies - or the book Paradisa by Michelle Iannantuono - of @octopunkmedia. Just on the NSFW side because of Blood and Graphic Depiction of Violence

Day 1 : MISTLETOE / Day 2 : SLEIGH RIDES / Day 3 : DECORATING / Day 6 : SNOWBALLS / Day 7 : NUTCRACKER / Day 4 : UGLY SWEATERS + Day 8 : OFFICE PARTY / Day 9 : FIREPLACES / Day 10 : CANDLES / Day 12 : FAMILY / Day 13 : CANDY CANE / Day 5 : GINGERBREAD + Day 14 : BAKING / Day 11 : SILENT NIGHT + Day 15 : CAROLING / Day 16 : GIFTS / Day 17 : ICE SKATING / Day 18 : HOT COCOA / Day 19 : EGGNOG / Day 20 : NEW YEAR'S / Day 21 : SOLSTICE / Day 22 : SNOWMEN / Day 23 : MALL SANTA

Day 24 : SCROOGE - 03.01.2021

I didn't use the ghosts in the original way ^^'

More like representations of Gavin's fears ?!

Past : representation of Gavin's depression, anxiety and addiction. Present : Him not being able to help and save Nines during a case. Future : His fear of dying all alone if he doesn't get his act together.

Done using ink pens, graphite pencils, alcohol markers and acrylic paint pens

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

(reblogs are unavailable until I scan and edit the drawing and put it through Nightshade)

[painfulcupcakevoid]

The less I eat the more weed I can smoke

The less I eat the more money I can spend on weed

The less I eat the more of light weight I become

Weed cures the pain of not eating

03.01.2021

[hosgeldinhuzun]

Adın ne senin?

[monicagavrilova]

They say a year can change a lot of things...

Някои снимки не могат да бъдат обяснени, а просто почувствани...и тази е една от тях. И знам, че винаги щом я погледна, ще ме обземат чувствата, които изпитвам на нея.

Благодарност, щастие, любов. :)

[deathmaycome]

@hetor location: hm prison pennington date: 3rd january, 2021 time: 11am

Uriel was very specific about the people they chose to join Death.

They could not simply pick up thugs from the street like the Big Three did, muscle that did their work for a price rather than a cause. Their operation was far too valuable for that, their secrets too numerous and too vast. After all, what was the point of forming a secret organisation if you were just going to let any old rabble in? No, the people that joined Death had to be trustworthy, talented, driven. They had to have either a strong sense of justice or a deep-rooted hatred for authority (both was a bonus). A violent streak was helpful, but not essential, as that could always be developed along the way. 

May often heard about people who could be suitable to join their ranks through her work. Old news articles, whispers from contacts, London’s criminal folklore - names would land in her lap on a fairly regular basis. Many of them didn’t pan out, of course, their reputations not holding up under any intense scrutiny, but occasionally there would be a name that she could pass on for Uriel’s inspection.

Hector was perfect. A vigilante, relied upon by his community; violent but with a need to protect; a history of rallying against War; deeply wronged and likely with a desire for revenge. Frankly, they couldn’t have dreamed a better candidate. He was so good, so right for them, that Uriel went to go and see him personally - a rarity these days, when they were so heavily involved in other matters. May had received a text from Uriel shortly after his trip to the prison consisting only of two short sentences. Pick him up at 11am tomorrow. He’s what we need.

She was leaning casually against the black Rolls Royce, arms lightly folded, when the gates opened to reveal the man that she hoped would be their newest recruit, stepping away from the building that he never deserved to be confined in. “Hector Carrasco.” She took a couple of steps forward, away from the car, and greeted him with a smile. “My name is May Nguyễn, I’ve been sent to meet you. Uriel asked me to express his regret that he couldn’t collect you himself, unfortunately he was called away on other business.” For a moment she turned, opening the vehicle door behind her, before facing him again with raised eyebrows and an inquisitve head tilt.

“Would you like to get in? We have a lot to discuss.”

[frezyavari]

Farz et ki dünyayı ayağının altına serdiler Bunun da sonu yokluk değil midir?

[hossweni-ai]

И лишь 3-го января хватило сил на уборку, готовку, протрезвение. Это не моя лень, это энегрозбережение, не иначе😅😅😅

[hayatagci]

Pozitif fotoğraflarda bugün...

[nirrvana]

https://instagram.com/tourmalineye

[alicetallula]

Octopunk Advent - January 2021 - Day 22 : SNOWMEN - Michelle & Austin - 03.01.2021

It was a pleasure to participate to the Octopunk Advent and to work on prompts based on the universe of the movies - or the book Paradisa by Michelle Iannantuono - of @octopunkmedia

Day 1 : MISTLETOE / Day 2 : SLEIGH RIDES / Day 3 : DECORATING / Day 6 : SNOWBALLS / Day 7 : NUTCRACKER / Day 4 : UGLY SWEATERS + Day 8 : OFFICE PARTY / Day 9 : FIREPLACES / Day 10 : CANDLES / Day 12 : FAMILY / Day 13 : CANDY CANE / Day 5 : GINGERBREAD + Day 14 : BAKING / Day 11 : SILENT NIGHT + Day 15 : CAROLING / Day 16 : GIFTS / Day 17 : ICE SKATING / Day 18 : HOT COCOA / Day 19 : EGGNOG / Day 20 : NEW YEAR'S / Day 21 : SOLSTICE / Day 23 : MALL SANTA / Day 24 : SCROOGE

Day 22 : SNOWMEN - Michelle & Austin - 03.01.2021

Michelle and Austin making an Iggy 'snowman'

Done using ink pens, graphite pencils, colored pencils and acrylic paint pens

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Patreon post / Twitter post

[llsonsuzluktabirgunll]

[lamson]

Mỗi thành lớn đều có một hai tiệm ăn sang trọng đặc biệt, nhưng họ làm ăn rất thịnh vượng, vì các đại gia thích tiêu tiền kiểu đó, Ngồi trong một tiệm ăn sang trọng ăn uống, người nào dường như cũng đều có vẻ quý phái hẳn lên, cảm thấy mình ít nhiều cũng là một nhân vật có tầm cỡ. Thật ra, cái món bao tử hầm bán giá năm đồng bạc một phần, so với các tiệm khác mua chỉ một tiền bảy hào, chưa chắc đã ngon hơn. Nhưng đúng là có nhiều người cứ một mực cho rằng hương vị của nó cách biệt rất xa. Nơi y ngồi là một cái quán nhỏ. Khách đến đây toàn hạng người tầm thường, không ai biết y mà y cũng chẳng quen ai. Y rất thích những nơi như thế, tuy có chút cô đơn, có chút hiu hắt vắng lặng, nhưng lại rất tự nhiên, thoải mái.                      x                              x                             x Bao tử hầm ở đây rất nổi tiếng, vì vậy đắt hơn chỗ khác một chút, bởi vì mùi vị quả thật là ngon, người mua không có lời gì để chê trách. Nhưng đợi lúc nguội mới ăn, mùi vị lại chẳng ra làm sao cả, thậm chí còn khó nuốt hơn cả đồ mua ở tiệm bình thường. Y miệng nhai miếng bao tử nguội lạnh, bỗng phát hiện ra một đạo lý trước giờ chưa từng nghĩ tới. Y phát hiện ra, trên đời này không có chuyện gì là tuyệt đối, đã không có đồ nào ngon tuyệt đối, thì cũng không có đồ nào dở tuyệt đối, một đồ ăn ngon hay dở, chủ yếu phải xem mình đang ở đâu, và ăn lúc nào. Vốn là một thứ như nhau, nếu đổi thời gian, đổi địa điểm, không chừng lại biến thành hoàn toàn khác hẳn. Vì vậy nếu muốn nhận xét rõ chân tướng sự việc, phải nhìn từ các góc cạnh khác nhau, tốt nhất là bổ ra từng miếng, rồi ghép lại từ từ.                x                                     x                                x Khi ăn tôm cua, chỉ có chính mình bóc vỏ mới có thể lãnh hội được thú vui ăn tôm cua.

[lgriffiths]

When: March 1st, 2021, late evening

Where: Bellum Nova Warehouse Site

Who: @zachariaswinchester​

The night had started off as quietly as they had been in the nights that followed the explosions several days prior.  Watching the footage on the news over and over again had set a chill to his bones, his ears almost ringing in an echo of the events at the PEST night club magnified to the potential of something much worse. Watching the footage had made him pale, initially. Muting the sound made it a little better, but for once Liam had decided to take an easy night at home with his cat and a nice book. 

He hadn’t expected a text from a fellow power, however, and it wasn’t even the type of summon that he typically had come to expect to receive in the late hours of the evening. It was some thing all too mundane and really, Liam couldn’t believe he’d bowed to the request without protest. Perhaps it’d been the chilly touch of a window pane that convinced him to cave.

Zach: hey, you up? 

Zach: just finished that book you loaned me

Zach: and would really owe you if you brought me and greer a hot chocolate 🥺

So he’d gotten dressed, hopped in his car and driven by one of the few late night coffee shops to pick up the request, a couple of large hot cocoas brewed extra hot to last however long it’d take the make do guardsmen to finish them. He’d even ended up picking one up for himself, but that one stayed in the car when he pulled up to the site where the warehouse had once stood, cup already empty. 

When he stepped out of the car, there was an acrid bite to the air, a tinge of explosives and gunpowder that lingered amidst the debris and rubble even though it had been days since the devastation that had been wrought. It was one thing to see it on the TV, but to get a sense of the sheer level of destruction that had been wrought on the warehouse? It was... vast. Though he couldn’t spot Greer, it didn’t take long to find Zach, and approaching him with drinks in tow, he nodded towards the rubble. “...Well this looks like fun.” He asks dryly, not at all envious of the assignment. “Here,” he says, holding out the drink carrier. “Hot cocoa, as requested. Unfortunately they were out of marshmallows and sprinkles.”