#Carl Flint

[sonicpanels]

Sonic the Comic #124: "The Lump"

Writer: Lew Stringer Pencils/Inks: Carl Flint Colors: Steve White Letters: Gordon Robson

Editor: Deborah Tate Managing Editor: Steve McManus

[downthetubes]

FOLD, Derby's first Zine Fest, debuts next month, call for creators to apply for tables

FOLD - Derby Zine Fest is set to debut next month – and the team behind it has issued a last call for comic creators and zinemakers who may want tables

FOLD – Derby Zine Fest is set to debut next month – and the team behind it has issued a last call for comic creators and zinemakers who may want tables. “FOLD is Derby’s first ever Zine Fest,” artist Carl Flint tells downthetubes. The event will span two city centre venues, Deda: Déda Derby Dance and Derby Quad. “Quad will host stalls for independent and small press comics, stripzines and…

[comicwaren]

From Amazing Spider-Man Vol. 6 #060

Main story by Zeb Wells (W), John Romita Jr., Scott Hanna and Marcio Menyz (A)

“Doctor’s Orders”, by Zeb Wells (W), Ed McGuinness, Mark Farmer and Marcio Menyz (A)

“Team-Up: Part Two”, by Zeb Wells (W), Todd Nauck and Rachelle Rosenberg (A)

“Bubs”, by Zeb Wells (W) and Paolo Rivera (A)

“Same Spider-Channel”, by Zeb Wells (W), Patrick Gleason and Edgar Delgado (A)

“Ride’s Over”, by Joe Kelly (W), Mark Buckingham and Edgar Delgado (A)

[fekatsitra]

Postknight fanart of the Pompon Village merchant, Carle! 😇✨

I'm drawing his design back in PK1 and mixing it a bit with Pk2. The Eolin temple priest design is based on the Caldemount arc when we deliver knightmail to the South Temple. Based on PK2 chat, delivery quest, and event, we've learned that Carle is formerly an Eolin Priest but for some unknown reason quit at athe age of 33 years old. Though fellow priest/priestess seems to still try to persuade him to return?

Also, Merchant Carle is forty years old as of year 1836 in the Postknight sequel Postknight 2. This old man has no right looking so cute and dorky 😤

[borrelia]

this story cute :) i like that it has both sonic caring abt his friends and amy just casually being capable as always. AND "sonic you looked like a nerd." it's obv very silly but well i like those parts about it

[carldoonan]

“Hammer(head) Time” (2020)

[flashfuckingflesh]

Is this EVIL Real or is it a "Deathdream" reviewed! "(Blue Underground / 4K UHD and Blu-ray Combo)

The Nightmare is Here. “Deathdream” on 4K UHD Blu-ray! The Brooks family just sat down for dinner before receiving a personal house call by a military commander, conveying the tragic killed in action telegram of their son Andy during a Vietnam War skirmish.  Very early next morning, Andy inexplicably arrives at their doorstep and the whole family is elated with his return and relieved in the…

[shiliria]

All the artist:

Left wall: Roberto Corona 

Right wall from top to bottom (left to right):

Lew Stringer, Carl Flint , Jonathan Gray, @Kapellosaur , @MORG , Carl Flint (once more) and Nigel Kitching

The rest was me.

[talonabraxas]

“Where love rules, there is no will to power, and where power predominates, love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.” ― Carl Gustav Jung

The Caduceus: Magical Staff of Hermes Talon Abraxas

Today is Wednesday, traditionally the day of Hermes (Mercury).

Moses, with horns, raises the brazen serpent Nehushtan, so that the Israelites could be cured and be protected from dying from the bites of the "fiery serpents".

The LORD said to Moses, Make thee a burning serpent, and place it upon a pole; whosoever will be bitten, and looketh at it, shall preserve life.

Moses made a serpent out of the flint, and placed it upon a pole; and whosoever was bitten by a serpent, and looked upon the flint serpent, kept life. "(Numbers 21,5-9)

[yanxidarlings]

CHARACTERS

HETALIA

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romano, belarus, latin america, mongolia

WILL WRITE FOR

europe

austria, belarus, belgium, bulgaria, denmark, england, estonia, finland, france, germany, greece, greenland, hungary, iceland, italy, latvia, liechtenstein, lithuania, netherlands, norway, poland, portugal, prussia, romania, romano, russia, seborga, spain, sweden, switzerland, turkey, ukraine

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argentina, bolivia, brazil, canada, chile, costa rica, cuba, ecuador, el salvador, honduras, mexico, paraguay, peru, puerto rico, united states, uruguay, venezuela

africa

cameroon, chad, egypt, niger

oceania

australia, new zealand

HARRY POTTER

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slytherins, cormac, zacharias, anthony

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slytherin

adrian pucey, blaise zabini, draco malfoy, gregory goyle, lorenzo berkshire, marcus flint, mattheo riddle, pansy parkinson, terrence higgs, theodore nott, tom riddle

hufflepuff

cedric diggory, ernie macmillan, justin finch-fletchley, zacharias smith

ravenclaw

anthony goldstein, michael corner, terry boot

gryffindor

cormac mclaggen, fred weasley, george weasley, harry potter, neville longbottom, ron weasley

other

rita skeeter, viktor krum

THE WALKING DEAD

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original series

aaron from alexandria, caesar martinez, carl grimes, daryl dixon, eugene porter, gabriel stokes, gareth from terminus, merle dixon, negan smith, owen the wolf, paul jesus rovia, philip blake, ron anderson, rick grimes, shane walsh, simon the saviour

fear

chris manawa, james mcallister, nick clarke, travis manawa, troy otto, victor strand

[sonicpanels]

Sonic the Comic #87: "Easy Target"

Writer: Lew Stringer Pencils/Inks: Carl Flint Colors: Pre-Press Letters: Tom Frame

Editor: Deborah Tate

[daryltwdixon]

The Promise of Us: Chapter 40

You

The sun begins to dip below the skyline, its fading light casting long shadows that stretch across the forest floor. You pause, uncertainty settling in your chest as you try to orient yourself. You’re not even sure you’re headed the right way, the once-familiar path now blurred by time and overgrown foliage. It’s been so long since you were in these woods, yet the memory of being with Daryl is as vivid as ever—so close you almost feel his presence beside you.

Deciding to carry on in the morning, you crouch down beside a tree, glancing around one last time to check for threats, your senses sharp as always. You catch a fleeting moment of disappointment, a small ache that the only comfort tonight is a distant memory, not the cabin you once shared on a run. Nor any signs of the man himself. But you push the feeling down, focusing instead on the squirrel you managed to catch earlier while making your way through the dense woods. Your stomach grumbles, reminding you that survival is more immediate than sentimentality.

You set your bag down, carefully pulling out items from Jade’s pack. A small blanket, a basic first aid kit, and—your breath catches—a piece of flint. It’s an unexpected find, and for a moment, optimism flares in your chest, a brief reprieve from the heaviness that’s been lingering for days.

You begin skinning the squirrel, your hands moving with practiced ease. Daryl’s voice echoes in your mind, a steady, grounding presence from a different time. “Remove the tail and forelegs at the joints… cut the skin from the rear… pull the edges of hide away…” You can almost feel the warmth of him beside you, guiding your clumsy hands when you were just a kid. The memory is bittersweet, a mix of comfort and longing that leaves you feeling both grounded and hollow.

Once the squirrel is ready, you dig a small hole in the earth, your movements automatic. You arrange twigs and leaves into a small pile, swiping your knife across the flint. Sparks catch quickly, but your mind is slower to let go of the past, each strike a reminder of nights spent by fires with Daryl. There’s that ache in your chest—a deep, gnawing sense of absence—as you watch the small flames flicker to life, their light barely filling the void inside you.

As you ready a larger branch to stretch the squirrel’s flesh over the fire, a sudden snap echoes through the darkening forest. Your head jerks up, body tensing. You scan the tree line, eyes straining to pierce the growing shadows. Everything feels sharper, your senses on high alert. You wait, breath held, muscles coiled, but nothing emerges from the stillness. You force yourself to breathe, pushing the rising unease aside as you return to your task. 

The fire crackles softly, its warmth a small comfort against the creeping cold. You stare into the flickering flames, your mind drifting back to the prison, to the faces that once surrounded you. You wonder where everyone is now—Rick, Carl, Maggie, Glenn… and Daryl. Are they scattered in different parts of these same woods? Or have they found each other, a small bit of warmth in this desolate world? The thought makes your chest tighten with a mix of loneliness and frustration. Is everyone just as lost and alone as you?

“Well, lookit here,” a voice drawls, cold and mocking. It comes from behind you, but as you raise yourself up and turn, you realize there are more—six or seven men stepping out from behind the trees, weapons raised and eyes locked on you. You pull your knife free, wishing you had your rifle to point at them instead.

But as soon as the man calls his greeting, another, silky-smooth voice slithers through the darkness. “Claimed.”

Goosebumps rise along your skin, and your grip on the knife tightens. You take a defensive stance, feet shifting instinctively. “What the fuck did you just say to me?” you snarl, turning sharply toward the voice. God, there were a lot of them. Every nerve in your body is on edge as you take in the sight of the men surrounding you.

“Claimin’ the squirrel,” another calls out behind a gun, but it’s forgotten as your eyes land on the one who seemed to think you were a piece of property rather than a human being.

He’s a greasy-looking man with long, unkempt black hair that falls around his shoulders. His beard is scraggly and uneven, and his eyes gleam with a wicked, hungry light. He has a leering grin on his face, eyes fixated on you like prey he’s already claimed in his mind.

“Ooohoohoo,” he jeers, voice dripping with amusement, “I like 'em feisty, Joe!”

Your lip curls, anger and disgust twisting in your gut. You don’t back down; instead, you take a step forward, knife still raised, the blade aimed right at his throat. The man’s grin widens, clearly enjoying your defiance.

“Okay, okay,” another man interjects, stepping forward. He has tousled salt-and-pepper hair and beard, his weathered face lined with experience rather than malice. His eyes are calm, but there’s a coldness in them, a calculating edge. His leather jacket is colorful, the skull and roses embroidered catching the light. This must be Joe, clearly the leader. He raises his hands in a mock gesture of surrender, trying to de-escalate the situation. “Hold up,” he says with a disarming calmness, his voice carrying a certain authority.

But you don’t lower your weapon, your gaze locked on the man who “claimed” you. His hand twitches toward the handle of a machete hanging at his hip, testing you, but Joe’s voice cuts through the tension.

“Len, back off,” Joe orders, his voice steady but firm. “We don’t scare 'em right away. There’s no fun in that.”

“Who the hell are you,” you growl through bared teeth, “You wanna fight, you got one. You don’t get to go around claiming human beings, asshole,”

Joe studies you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. “We’re not here to fight,” he finally says, though the glint in his eye suggests he wouldn’t mind if it came to that. “We’re here to make an offer.”

“Not interested,” you snap back, but the circle of men remains unbroken, their weapons still trained on you.

“Now, now,” Joe continues, his tone almost conversational, “We’ve been keepin’ an eye on you, all alone out here. No one to save you. So, you can put that knife down, and we can all be friends, or you can keep testing us.”

The greasy man, Len, chuckles low and dark, clearly enjoying the standoff. “Yeah, we can be real good friends,” he says, his voice a suggestive purr.

You glare at him, your voice a low growl. “Try me, and I’ll gut you where you stand.”

“Listen,” Joe says, stepping closer, the flames of your fire glowing orange on his face, “You slice into that man’s neck, these boys are gonna drop you several times over. That whatcha want?”

When you don’t drop the knife from where it pricks into the man, Len’s skin of his neck, Joe continues, “Come on girl, suicide is stupid. Name’s Joe.”

“Yeah, kinda figured that,” you say, dropping your knife. Eventually, the men around you lower their weapons, but your eyes don’t leave the skinny, dark haired one in front of you. 

“Now that that’s settled,” Joe says contentedly, “why don’t I tell you ‘bout our rules?”

warnings: I hate the Claimers and they're only going to be worse from here on out

[primordialsoundmeditation]

Have you ever felt like this?

Grounded, fierce, committed, and definitely unpredictable...

It's good.

I hope you get to experience this alive feeling in the best way possible for you.

Something to dream about.

"Emotion is the moment when steel meets flint and a spark is struck forth, for emotion is the chief source of consciousness. There is no change from darkness to light or from inertia to movement without emotion."

- Carl Jung

[Image: Eastern Motive (1875) by French painter Édouard Frédéric Wilhelm Richter (1844-1913).]

Poetry, Tea and Me

Mara Clear Spring Cook

[borrelia]

the nice thing abt doing comics stylistically inspired by stc is that things can look bad ^_^ its okay. sometimes comic panels look bad bc you gotta make a bunch of them! who care! im here to see the funny little sonics

[keiratheraven]

New AI art of Bella Goth and Carl "CJ" Johnson 💃🏻💪🏾

Headcanon: Multiverse between Strangetown (SimNation) and Flint County (San Andreas)

[brokehorrorfan]

The Last House on the Left (2009) will be released on 4K Ultra HD and Blu-ray on August 29 via Arrow Video. Eric Adrian Lee designed the new cover art for the remake of the 1972 horror classic; the original poster art is on the reverse side.

Dennis Iliadis (He's Out There) directs from a script by Adam Alleca (Cell) and Carl Ellsworth (Disturbia, Red Eye). Tony Goldwyn, Monica Potter, Garret Dillahunt, Spencer Treat Clark, Martha MacIsaac, and Sara Paxton. Wes Craven produces.

The theatrical cut is presented in 4K in Dolby Vision (HDR10 compatible) with original uncompressed stereo audio and DTS-HD MA 5.1 surround audio. The unrated version is also included on Blu-ray.

The limited edition version includes a booklet featuring new writing by film historian Zoë Rose Smith. Special features are listed below.

Disc 1 - 4K UHD:

Theatrical cut

Introduction by director Dennis Iliadis (new)

Audio commentary by film critics David Flint and Adrian Smith (new)

Interview with actress Sara Paxton (new)

Interview with actor Garret Dillahunt (new)

Interview with screenwriter Carl Ellsworth (new)

Interview with producer Jonathan Craven (new)

Look Inside featurette

Deleted scenes

Theatrical trailer

Image gallery

Disc 2 - Blu-ray

Unrated cut

When athletic teen Mari Collingwood (Sara Paxton) opts to hang out with her friend Paige in town rather than spend an evening in with her parents vacationing at the family’s remote lake house, it marks the beginning of a night no one is going to forget. The two girls wind up in the company of escaped convict Krug (Garret Dillahunt) and his makeshift family of vile career criminals, who kidnap and brutally assault them before leaving them for dead. Fleeing from the scene of their violent crime during a storm, the thugs inadvertently seek refuge with Mari’s parents, anxious as to why their daughter hasn’t come home yet and primed to unleash the full forces of hell on anyone who would dare to touch so much as a hair on her head.

Pre-order The Last House on the Left.