#lizard scratch

[lxzardscratch]

What do you do when you have so many alternates of the same character, so to speak? You draw them chilling together of course!

It's a bit old but I couldn't keep the lack of IWBTG and its fangames going. Though, I'll admit I got a few ideas myself but I just can't get to them on programming.

[barksbog]

might open emergency commissions might just dig a hole under the house and never come out again

[arkarti]

Monty was trying his best!!

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[raditzgarden]

frieza studies after a dissociative episode

[canisalbus]

I remember getting nosebleeds every so often last year and it always freaked people out and the only thing I could do was laugh it off while I put a bunch of napkins of some ice cream place to my nose so I absolutely relate Machete in that nosebleed comic

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[evil-wawe-form]

The Birthday Party at Hot Klub on April 2, 1983. Nick Cave (second from right) sings as David Yow (far right corner) watches the show. 

Photo by Bill Daniel

The Day Nick Cave’s The Birthday Party Played Their Only Texas Show in Dallas to 30 People

[yuthanagia]

buzz osborne and david yow having fun time (i don't know the year so if you know lmk)

[killermchann]

hiiii lookin for more noise rock enjoyers. pls interact if u like any of these bands

the jesus lizard / scratch acid

brainiac

cherubs

big black

today is the day

cows

dinosaur jr

arab on radar

melvins

lightning bolt

drive like jehu / hot snakes

sonic youth

unwound

butthole surfers

coughs

other music i like under the cut

primus

ween

kyuss / queens of the stone age

wilco

sleater-kinney

jawbox

bauhaus

nin

alice in chains

helmet

dystopia

pixies

nirvana

smashing pumpkins

radiohead

therapy?

boris

electric wizard

acid bath

system of a down

deftones

tool

i also post about daria, king of the hill n beavis & butthead a lot

thats all ✌️

[gravehags]

thinking about the ghouls and ghoulettes during a full moon going absolutely batshit and scampering around the abbey on all fours, skidding around corners and taking out any unfortunate sibling who happens to be in their way…howling and keeping everyone in the dorms up all night…stalking copia around the corridors with glowing eyes and wide sharp smiles, leaving bloody and mangled creatures at the doorstep to his quarters…feral full moon ghouls forever

[gaytheropods]

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[jacqcrisis]

Okay another thing about this batstarion AU:

The reason Astarion starts recognizing he's developed a little crush is one day Ronan leaves for cleric duties to some fuck off place as he has to do every few weeks for varying amounts of time. With no one paying attention to what the bat is up to, Astarion decides to stretch his legs a bit and visit a village not too far away that's having a festival. It'll be his first time interacting with people as a person with his own thoughts and desicions since even before he escaped Cazador, and he figures it'll be good to remember how to talk to people in a way that isn't a) trying to seduce them to their untimely demise or b) squeaking and clicking at them.

The festival is fine, a little nerve wracking as he's constantly covering his mouth as he laughs, watching the crowd for anyone who could be a spawn searching for him, and the vague flirtations directed his way from strangers grates on him more than it once did for reasons he's not going to examine. As he's just thinking about perhaps this was a bad idea, who does he see just a few yards away but a trussed up liar of a cleric Ronan who most certainly is not here healing the sick or solving injustices or staking vampires as he is watching some performers and snacking on sweets bought with temple funds from a nearby stall.

Astarion pauses a moment too long wondering how he could use this information before he remembers himself and goes to scurry away but Ronan has already caught his eye. Ronan, of course, is not going to pass up the chance to chat up a pretty elf man he's never seen and he approaches Astarion, intent on at least accompanying him around for the evening. Assuming he'll brush Ronan off, Astarion and him have a pleasant first conversation, enough that when Ronan suggests he show Astarion around, Astarion finds himself agreeing as his other option is fucking around alone in the woods or The Drawer, and at least with the dragonborn, he'll have a 7ft tall meat shield if some agent of Cazador's does show up.

And it's nice. Dare say even great. Better than being a bat watching the coming and goings of the Temple or snoozing in a drawer in a nest of stolen linens.

Plus, Ronan's... fine to be around when he's not pretending to be the cleric's dear little bat. Astarion already knew this given he's witnessed more than his fair share of the cleric. He's used to Ronan, albeit in a very one-sided and strange fashion, but there's something to be said when the attention is all on him.

Ronan is quiet, contemplative, respectful with a capacity for taking in Astarion's more sharp comments and turning them back around on him in a dry, observational manner. He's isn't forward like the others had been tonight but he isn't shy about his intentions either, keeping it under a gentlemenly guise of paying for things, genuine compliments, and the familiar, unfamiliar weight and warmth of his touch when he guides Astarion along. It's almost-

Charming. By the end of the odd night, as the last of the performers are beginning to wind down and fireworks are set to light up the night sky, Astarion's in a strange headspace. Ronan doesn't know him; of course he doesn't given this is the first time they actually talked but Astarion feels endeared to him like they've been conversational partners for a while. Ronan makes him feel safer and it's almost like Astarion actually enjoys being around him like this which plagues him as they find themselves alone, in a part of the village away from the festivities and Astarion shockingly reluctantly reveals that he's stayed out far too late and needs to go.

They have a bit of a back and forth about how far away Astarion is supposedly going and how Ronan will not see him again before Ronan asks if he can have a kiss to remember his perfect stranger by. Astarion acquieses and one kiss turns into Astarion chasing Ronan for a second turns into a third turns finding himself pressed against the wall of some house with his arms around Ronan's neck and a hand creeping up his top. It's the first time in possibly forever Astarion's felt any sort of want toward anyone and it's the godsdamned cleric who he has to moonlight as a bat around.

That thought crashes into him, and Astarion abruptly separates himself from Ronan, citing that he really must go. Ronan agrees, tells him that he 'will be thinking of you every day until again we meet' and Astarion flees before he makes a bad decision. He flaps his confused little bat self all the way back to the temple in time for the sunrise where he spends the day sulking in his drawer.

He's got the butterflies in his stomach. His dead little heart is trying to beat. He keeps reimagining the night over and over again.

Astarion finally feels any kind of longing or desire of his own volition since before he died and it's for someone who would stake him without hesitation if he found exactly what Astarion was.

[monkeytrick]

Remember what it used to be like When all we did was eat and fuck I let you shave my pussy You let me paint your dick You were always late for work You said it didn't matter Then after a while I guess it did start to matter

[slintarchive]

David Pajo, Britt Walford and David Yow, Chicago 1989

Photo by Shannon Smith

[sinlizards]

i love your handwriting

[alberta1st]

[shirajellyfish]

Grocery store perils

Things I thought would be a danger to watch out for as a cashier:

Scary robbers

Evil mean customers

General violence

The actual dangers:

Cutting hand open on thick cardboard

Angry pineapple leaves

Being scratched by a bearded dragon