#escapism/universe 2

[yaboy-miz]

Screaming and crying and frothing at the mouth I wanna shade my current piece so fucking badly but I can’t because I haven’t done the flats on the background yet T-T

Here’s a lil peek at it because I’m really liking it and I’m itching to finish it up and post it but it’s not done yet

[fundeadasylum]

i had a dream that someone did that "do you love the color of the sky" post but it was a huge poll and they used emojis for the colors i think?

and then when the poll was over someone drew the resulting "sky" which made the post even longer and everyone on this hellsite was screaming

[acebytaemin]

i love him bad

[ezdotjpg]

I’m gonna be honest folks I have a really hard time making any art at all these days 😔 the last 4 months of trying to find new work have just crushed me like a bug

[azuree1733]

Zag😛

[skunkes]

also I guess this is just an observation

but what is it with some pixel art games being so low contrast... I was finally going to give in and try out a farming sim lots of ppl enjoy despite the portrait art being not entirely to my tastes and then the pixels and environment are sooooo low contrast it made me change my mind again....like you do not have to be scared of dark colors and borders. Outlines. Smile.

[rainbow-wolf120]

Cabin Boy: Pages 1-3

The first week on Razorbeard’s ship has been rough. No one seems to be too fond of Rayman. Hopefully he can prove himself worthy… eventually.

(No idea how long or how many pages this comic is gonna be so I shall wing it)

[thermodynamic-comedian]

i cannot stop over-analyzing asoue netflix but guys. do you think that scene in hotel denoument when the baudelaires are trying to get everyone to leave the hotel that all of the side characters' reactions represent their fatal character flaws.

like how olaf's mentors immediately started berating him and calling him a disappointment just because they believed he didn't set the hotel on fire. so their fatal character flaw was cruelty.

and mr. poe and vice principle nero refused to take their blindfolds off, despite the situation, making their fatal character flaw their incompetence, which made them the series' definition of useless adults.

babs and jerome first tried to find a way out, but ended up panicking and staying in one place, so their fatal flaw was cowardice, the original reason neither of them were able to help the baudelaires in the first place.

with esmé and carmelita, it's a little more complicated, since olaf was able to trick esmé because of both her vengefulness and greed (which manifested in her obsession with the sugar bowl), but to some degree it was also about carmelita's stubborness and entitlement (which manifested in her choosing to stay with esmé)

and, finally, justice strauss, who attempts to stop the baudelaires from running away on the roof. i've always interpreted her fatal character flaw as naivety; she believes that all problems can be solved without breaking any rules. she trusts the system too much, which is why she couldn't ever fully understand what the baudelaires were going through, and that they really did not have a choice.

overall, this scene is so important to the story, because it's the exit of all of these characters. it's the last time we see any of them. that's why these negative character traits of theirs were put in the spotlight for this scene; even though these characteristics are flaws so fatal they literally end up being the characters' dooms, they're still aspects of the characters we need to remember in order to understand why nothing went right in the lives of the baudelaires: all of these characters were too cruel or incompetent or cowardly or greedy or arrogent or naive...to be able to help them.

so, as tragic as it is, all these characters end up dying (literally or metaphorically) because of the same flaws that made them useless to the baudelaires in the first place.

[bittersweetresilience]

say hi to me i don't know, i just remembered being so much brighter, i guess

cigarette ash like wildfire burning holes in the nighttime open scars feel like barbed wire white lies flying high like a ceasefire dropping flags on the shoreline this is as far as i can feel right 'cause what you don't know can haunt you

and all we ever wanted was sunlight and honesty highlights to want to repeat let's get away from here and live like the movies do i won't mind when it's over at least i didn't think for a while

don't drag it out living like that doesn't mean a thing

so let's, make a great escape and i'll be waiting outside for the getaway it doesn't matter who we are we'll keep running through the dark and all we'll ever need is another day we can slow down 'cause tomorrow is a mile away and live like shooting stars 'cause happy endings hardest to fake

and i wanna let you know i wanna let you go but i just can't bring myself to speak but this is how it goes the end credits, they roll this bridge was built over kerosene but we can watch it and all i ever wanted was sunlight and honesty highlights to want to repeat let's get away from here and live like the movies do i won't mind when it's over at least i didn't think

so let's run, make a great escape and i'll be waiting outside for the getaway it doesn't matter who we are we'll keep running through the dark and all we'll ever need is another day we can slow down 'cause tomorrow is a mile away and live like shooting stars you can wish away forever but you'll never find a thing like today

[antigonenikk]

I hate that feyd died but im glad he never had see marie being forced to endure the same type of dehumanizing abuse he was subjected to…..

[seaweedstarshine]

RIP Krakoa 🌹 I can’t lie I’ve been kinda behind since midway through Fall of X I’m gonna catch up before my first SDCC this summer but I hear Vulcan didn’t see much action anyway. Anyway my hand slipped and I found myself looking into the eyes of my canonically psychotic son the best Summers brother who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life, (he’s done lotsa wrong things but I love him more for it)

[ajdrawshq]

i can almost guarantee ive said it before but. he would thrive in a zero escape game

[jane-lynndrake-t]

The Hospital Arc Epilogue: The Escape

Jan escapes. Does she flee into another hunter’s trap? Or is it simply a helping hand?

[1077 words] Thanks for making to the end of the hospital arc yall! Next arc is called homebound. Lemme know if you liked it! Send in some asks for the missus!

‘Aren't you a brave one?’

Jan kept her makeshift polearm awkwardly trained at the door, her body tense and heart thrumming as she crouched patiently in front of it.

She first heard those words as a child who stepped into a large dining room to meet her grandparents on Thanksgiving dinner.

It wasn't like anything she had ever seen before. She kept close to her shuffling mother, whose eyes were trained on the floor.

The word “brave" was sneered at them from different directions. They were hungry for the weaknesses of the women in front of them, even if at the time she was only a girl. She kept her head forward—waiting to speak until she was spoken to—keeping her gaze in front of her.

It was a feeling similar to this one; the waiting, the watching, and the knowing she must react at the most opportune time.

So when a sliver of fluorescent light spilled into her room, she pounced forward and caught her target by the shins.

He reached out to grab her as he fell. The pole flung upwards into his face and she twisted away from his grasp.

Swears and yelling nipped at her heels.

She refused to look back, fast on her feet, and hurdled west towards the nearest staircase.

Growing up, she quickly became adept at ignoring people who had nothing of value to say to her. She kept her head high despite her humiliation, and knew when to lower it to escape unwanted attention.

Those skills weren’t transferable when she couldn't hear anything over the beating of her heart.

She slammed into the stairwell doors and was too preoccupied with the primal need to escape to pay heed to the impact.

Shadows raced down towards the stairs entrance and their sudden appearance promptly convinced her to make her descent.

Down the well, she scrambled, wanting to keep her feet light and lithe.

But her steps echoed back to her, in a body that whispered misfortune and experience she had yet to live.

Despite it all she kept moving, her head on a swivel, stomach in knots as she spotted figures above her.

They half hung on the banister, grinning a sneer she lived her life ignoring, and--

Jan was already jumping over the railing, plummeting down a floor, and barely managing a controlled landing onto the foyer.

Gasping, she struggled to her feet.

Her brain screamed at her half second delay, panicked at the different reminders that her body was in fact forty and not twenty in age.

She grabbed the door and pried it open, jamming the pole through the handle the moment she made it out the other side.

The door jolted in its frame, angry faces appearing in the small window.

She was nauseated to turn her back on them without her pole, but she grasped her makeshift shiv and fled deeper into the hallway.

The sound of rapid gunshots ricocheted in the building.

A tremor broke against her feet; the walls shook as if the building was alive.

She was always chasing safety and security, only deciding to get her Bachelors once she finagled a position before she even graduated. Even with the thought of marriage, her first priority was the stability and safety that came with it. She knew that the word ‘brave’ could never be more than a sarcastic title to a scared little girl.

But she could hold on to her wits until she was able to turn the corner and break through the doors for a taste of that security.

A shriek tore itself from her throat before she even recognized that she was being yanked back by the hair.

She slashed wildly, catching nothing, and screeching fire before her wrist was caught and squeezed until she let go.

His mouth was moving, and Jan's eyes went wide.

She almost laughed at how ridiculous he looked with his blue cowl and distended red goggles.

He shook her in the air, demanding her attention.

“Pretending to be a weak and pretty thing, ey miss?” his other arm reached behind him, unsheathing the sword from its scabbard.

She cursed her eyes for going glassy.

“Don't worry, you weren't so bad. Fooled the stupid, sure.”

Jan grit her teeth, struggling in the air.

“And at least you're willing to put up a fight. Well, miss, this wasn't as nearly as fun as I wanted it to be.”

He shrugged and angled the blade, as casual as Gotham‘s businessmen committing tax evasion.

With the last shred of defiance, she looked into his eyes, and saw no humanity there. She smiled bitterly knowing that killing her was nothing to him.

With a flash of burning hot light, they were flung to the floor.

She choked and gasped on the smell of burnt skin, her limbs seizing and trying to claw her in any direction that was away.

Hands grabbed her shoulders, lifting and pulling her away from the smoke. She kicked out furiously reaching and grabbing anything she could.

Muscular arms pinned hers to her side, turning her to face him.

“—alm down! We’re leaving!” It was a voice she hadn’t heard before.

A white male, brown eyes and hair, crew cut.

He’s dangerous. But between him and the growing sounds of fighting, she knew where the better odds lay.

She gripped the man’s arm and followed his lead with gritted teeth.

Her feet picked up when she spotted the doors.

Her ears rang with gunshots and grunts and it propelled her even faster.

He stayed behind her, his guns firing into the smoke.

“Z!” He called out when the door opened to the outside world.

The man threw a black device back into the building before shutting the door closed and pulling her farther into the parking lot.

The building was smoking. Then the door exploded in a blaze of fire.

She sunk to her knees.

“Hey. Miss. Are you okay?”

The concrete underneath her knees and hands was cool and gritty.

“Miss, hey.” A hand waving in front of her. “Damn. I have no idea how to talk to civvies.” He muttered.

Black military boots walked into her peripheral.

“You get him, Z?” The first man asks.

She looked up. His dark skin was splattered with blood, and his green eyes was triumphant despite a muted smile. He spared her a glance before addressing his friend.

“How does it feel to be alive again, Owens?”

Thank you to my beta reader!! And thank you to all of you who participated so far! The next arc is called homebound!!

See you soon!

[deltastorm101]

"He's in deep trouble." - Ilkka Villi, 2023

Behind The Scenes | Alan Wake in the Dark Place

[belleandsaintsebastian]

played guitar for like 2 hrs straight today my fingers were aching my back was aching but also um best feeling in the whole world i was playing sabrina carpenter bad for business like sabrina carpenter herself by the end of those 2 hrs actually....

[spider-man-2o99]

I JUST REALIZED YOUR MIGUEL DRAWING WITH HIM SAYING “i becamed… a vampire” IS CANON NOW! (ignoring reality) that’s exactly what he told gwen when they first met that’s why she’s introducing him as one to everyone else

dbjkbdjCKBJKDBJCDBCJCDJKJKDBCB GOD.,,, miguel voice okay shes like 16 what is the least-traumatic way to phrase the events that transpired when i got Spidered for someone who is both a Stranger and an Infant. uh . shock. okay. so, heyyy, tell me, gwen, have you ever, uh. ever heard of Those Feratu-