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[lairofwonders]

Took some time today to read this new book. While I’m not a fan of the art style, this is one of those stories where the writing is a force to be reckoned with. I’m very curious to see what issue two brings and I’m always down for a time travel story! Big thanks to @escapevelocitycomics for their weekly suggestions! #NewSeries #NewBook #ImageComics #TimeBeforeTime #TimeTravel #ScienceFiction #Adventures (at Colorado Springs, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/CO_r4SYBqMG/?utm_medium=tumblr

[thirdeyecomics]

It’s #newcomicwednesday & @declanshalvey & team bring that 🔥 with the new #scifi @imagecomics must-read #timebeforetime issue 1! Wanna order this item for in-store pick up or mail-order? Hit the REQUEST FORM link at the LINKTREE in our profile! #comics #comicbooks #comiccollector #comiccollectors #buythirdeyeordie #newcomicday #newcomicbookday #annapolis #annapolismd #annapolismaryland #maryland (at Annapolis, Maryland) https://www.instagram.com/p/COxoXsuBusE/?igshid=gzfjh8m2iz42

[gustaffo-vargas]

-- The Sketch vs The Final !! You can get amazing PinUps by fantastic artists, including mine in @declanshalvey great Kickstarter Time Before Time: Process Edition!! 🔥🔥 Check it out!! 🤖 #Timebeforetime #pinupart #processart #sketchvsfinalart #sketchvsfinal https://www.instagram.com/p/COiDPb_hULP/?igshid=76sgfdqbu24y

[schxbetta]

@sadderforit​ | ( continued from here. )

Peddling ass on a side-walk isn’t his idea of a Friday night, but hell, hard times call for desperate measures. His father’s been stressed - Peter can sense that - with the feds up their asses and the Chinese stealing all of their business, work’s becoming an effort. An effort the young Schibetta has to keep under wraps and with his pops out of town and his men lacking in the brains-department, that means standing on a cold sidewalk, Friday night, watching tits bring in the money. Why did he always get the shitty jobs? As if extortion and bribery weren’t seedy enough. 

Pimping is hardly his forte either; what did he know about the price of ass and keeping ‘the clients happy’? Fuck, so long as he got a wad of cash by the end of the night - he’d not be complaining any time soon. But still, something about the corner of the sidewalk and the bum vomiting in the gutter to his left leaves a sour taste in his mouth and a frown across his features. Only when a foreign voice calls to him do his eyes turn from the sight of the sickly tramp. 

A brow is raised; hazel eyes turn to see a figure waving the bud of a cigarette at him. The mafioso shifts his gaze between the woman and the street signs. Other than the bum, the road is lonely. He feels his jacket; a stick of gum, wallet, some keys and...shit, a lighter. He makes for a short jog across the road, withdrawing the zippo from his pocket as he does so. 

Peter reaches her, his eyes casting down at her from his relatively-average height. 

“Here” the zippo flickers a flame as he holds it before her “you workin’ tonight or somethin���?” Is she...is she like them? Selling her ass to the night’s strangers? But she looks classy; different. He can’t keep his eyes off of her. 

It’s strange for him to admit, but the allure of the stranger is weirdly undeniable.

[dccomicsnews]

Indie Comics Review: Time Before Time #1

Indie Comics Review: Time Before Time #1 @ImageComics #TimeBeforeTime @declanshalvey @RoryMcConville2 @joepalmerart @ChrisOHalloran @HassanOE @coachbeee #DCComicsNews #SupportIndieComics

Review: Time Before Time #1   [Editor’s Note: This review may contain spoilers] Publisher: Image Comics Writer: Declan Shalvey, Rory McConville Artist: Joe Palmer Colorist:  Chris O’Halloran Letterer:  Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou Reviewed by: Carl Bryan   Summary “I mean there is a reason people are handing over their savings to get out of here.  We are living in one of the shittiest periods in human…

[pinkoshun]

#owo #interdimensionalbeing #interdimensional #timebeforetime #yeye_siju_osunyemi #valeria_watson #ashevilleartist #Pink_Oshun (at Leicester Tailgate Market)

[jaredosborn]

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[doggieofdestruction]

Who am I? To my friends, I am...

known as Mars Ultor by the Romans, Ares by the Greeks, Nergal by the Babylonians, Tyr by the Norse, Huitzilopitchli by the Aztecs, and Horus by the Egyptians.It was said once I was a hero; then I became a monster. A force of nature, untamable, unpredictable and deadly beyond belief. My rage is liable to devastate this world.  I am the sole Roman survivor of the Battle of 300, also known as Thermopylae as with the battles of the Titans, and the War of the Giants. I fought alongside the Samurai known as Musashi, and the Shadowy sisters Aofie and Scathach. I ruled alongside Odin and Thor in the time before time, and fought in battles of the Before. I single handedly fought down the army of the Pharaoh Ptolemy, and the Warriors of Babylon. I faced down the famed Roman Legion, and faced Alexander the Great in one on one combat. I brought down the Tower of Babel, and the took the nose of the Sphinx in Cairo.

[cloudydays-posts]

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[schxbetta]

@reawakenedvesaniae

Rumours. That's all they were. Dipshit rumours spread by superstitious wiseguys. As superstitious as he...as his whole family. A cunning little ploy to rock his father's boat ; to make his pops worry and perhaps break his composure. 

Monsters didn't exist; monstrous men, sure. But beasts? No. The rumour of the animal-like woman was just that - a rumour. Peter Schibetta, son of Nino and next in line for the family wouldn't have another word of it. If it were up to him, he’d have stomped out this crazed rambling before the entire family had gotten into a rut. Hell, he believed in curses and maybe even magic. But this one? He’d not bank on the ‘truth’ of rumours anytime soon. 

Alas; shock upon the very being he saw before him. A woman; adorned with shades dark enough to obscure the majority of her face and for whatever reason ; his men had bought her to him. The rumour. The living rumour. 

“Guess it’s my lucky day” he spoke with a sarcastic disinterest, his eyes hooking onto his henchmen with a damning curiosity. First and foremost, just why in the hell was this suddenly his problem? Just how much money did those ‘supernatural’ bounty hunters think they could get for her? What was she, Big Foot? 

“Heard you make quite the payout...”

[jaredosborn]

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[jaredosborn]

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[schxbetta]

@rogueprinceconsort

He can’t believe this. The cheek of it. The goddamn cheek of it! So he’d pissed off his father, upset his mother and rattled some of the boys. So what? So fucking what?! Sometimes a man had to make himself be heard, even if the noise would be deafening to some. 

When Peter had stormed into that store and began to rough up the clerk, he’d done it with his family on the mind. They would know his actions were legitimate and serious. That he cared for the business as much as them! There was a reason behind his chaos. But apparently his father had not understood that reason and now, Peter found himself stood here. Side-by-side with one of Cruella’s henchman and a job he’d much rather not be taking part in. 

Punishment for ‘embarrassing’ the Schibetta family name. Shit, even the way his father had put it annoys him. 

He offers the man beside him a glance; though Peter’s features are hardly friendly. Hell, he looks like a stuck-up child stood in detention. 

“Hey” he offers a hand “name’s Peter.” A sigh leaves him “and you?” 

[schxbetta]

@rexetignus

These deals were getting easier; easy enough to arouse suspicion but then he was young. Twenty-five and full of confidence. A damn badge could be in place right before him and he’d still be waving those dollar bills as if they were his honour. 

The fact of the matter was that he was proud. Keen to call himself the next man to be made. So, he dabbled in petty crime. Extortion, laundering, fraud and the other dirty laundry of the family but soon enough his skills would be put to better use. He’d become a made man. Making his bones through the killing of another. An enemy. It was only a matter of time. Only a breath away from being commanded by his father. He worried about it. Hell, he was nervous. But really? He sort of looked forward to it. 

The respect. The gusto. A part of him couldn’t wait for the relevance. 

He stands in the cold, his hands gripping at his forearms in an attempt to warm himself. While there were no others about, he’d focus on escaping the cold through light shaking and the odd exhale of air. 

Soon enough, his ritual is interrupted by a woman. His contact. The one with whom he’d be working alongside tonight. Their target? A casino just short of downtown. Real sleazy place; a little more akin to a brothel than a home to gambling. 

He side-eyes her, his exterior suddenly forgetting the cold as he attempts to appear a little tougher before her.    

“Good t’meet you” he wasn’t too pleased about having a female companion...to him, it was as if his family were mocking him “I’m Peter.”

[schxbetta]

@namelessxflowers

He sits opposite her; his eyes squaring her up as he flickers his fingers in order of a drink. Two; two martinis. There's an air of uncertainty to his presence, as if unsure of potential. He'd heard rumours of her exploits but then only few and the loyalty of hitmen (and women) for that matter, could always be bought. Her loyalty to the family would be kaput against the bank notes of another. He knew this and as such, he would tread carefully.

Upon clearing his throat and turning up his lips into a smile; he introduced himself. “Good to meet you...” his voice was rife confidence and strength despite the slender frame of his being. “Name’s Schibetta...” or at least, his son “I heard you’re a lady that can get things done.” He eased his words in softly, accepting the drinks of the bartender between their conversation. 

“That y’pretty connected. Hilde Sternberg, the ‘cyclops’. Do you like that name?” he found himself spinning into a tangent, his hazel eyes settling on her with a smile. Despite his callousness, there was a softness about Peter even he couldn’t deny. It was, after all, something his father had always criticised. 

[schxbetta]

@gnarxta

“So what’dya want? A job or somethin’?” 

The stranger stands somewhat taller than Peter, he looks a little older as well. Probably just younger than his father, but he doesn’t bother to ponder such a fact. He was used to having a stranger before him though. Used to seeing the eyes of another beg him with a question be that a frightened thought or a hope for association. But the truth be told, Peter didn’t know this man, he didn’t have any inkling as to why he should be trusted. This man was as much of a stranger as any other. 

He rests himself against the brick wall of Taylor & Sammy’s Barber shop; it’s a rustic little place. Quint. The sort of place to look unassuming despite having a back room chock-full of cocaine and dollar bills. Peter looks relatively inconspicuous resting against it’s side-alley entrance. The leather of his coat scratches the brick work and the cigarette between his fingers damn-near burns them, but he doesn’t care all too much. Honestly since his mother’s re-diagnosis, very little had been getting to him. Shit, he’d even retaken up smoking. 

“Why’re you here?”