26. Would you rather sit on the porch drinking sweet tea or sit by the lake drinking beers? or 51. How many blankets do you keep in your living room?
Definitely the lake and beers, especially if shandy or Dogfish Head Seaquench counts as beer. I am not huge on sweet tea and I’m very fond of lakes.
1-2 blankets. They kinda migrate between the couch and the bed and there was this whole cycle of being gifted blankets of various degrees of shittyness, keeping them on the couch, and donating them for a while too, so it’s been known to be more.
Newly added to my pixel art shop offerings are Custom Graphics*! The first thing in my shop are small animated scenic gifs as seen below: (original size: 100px, these are the scaled up 200px versions, further embiggened by post formatting)
I currently have 2 slots open for custom graphics and 3 open for little pixel scene animations. price varies depending on complexity, see thread linked for more details.
*I will make a note here also that the intention for these are 'graphics' and 'decorations' and not 'character art'! Stuff like Asagiri's animation here which features her in ghostly deer form are ok since she isn't the only thing of note and also isn't very big and/or detailed.
I do have a pop-up art shop if you wanna comm me for dragon art like the portraits i've shared here—currently closed but thinking of reopening next month... gotta save up for new dragons.
(detailed image descriptions under the read more)
[image 1: a pair of deep blue vertical banners with a staggered gradient effect turning darker at the bottom, and with electric blue fringe-like bits at the bottom with gems dangling down - the tops are short spears with blue tentacles curled around them and draping over part of the banners. there are two horizontal dividers, double-ended wooden spears with stone tips. the higher divider has a round dark blue buckler in the center and is framed by tentacles, some of them grasping electric blue gems - one such gem also sits in the center of the shield. nearer to the bottom, at the center, are a line of three identical blue gems centered on small dark blue circles. /end id]
[image 2: an animated gif of a foggy lake scene, with pale yellow background that has a dithered gradient darkening at the bottom, dark off-black deciduous tree to the right, some bushes to the left with a ghostly pale deerlike figure between them. it is animated to look like the water is flowing and a wind is blowing, and the ghostly deer appears to fade in and out. /end id.]
[image 3: an animated snapshot of part of a neon-lit alleyway, with a metal-railing balcony with a glass bottle resting at the top and some leafy pot plant dangling down through the bars. there are three neon light sources in the scene, a blue wine-cup sign at the bottom left, a pink one that reads '44','20', and '80' in stylized numbers, and two pink glowing rounded lantern shapes dangling off a pole attached to the right wall. the animation seems to show the light moving across the scene as the various sources turn brighter and dim. /end id.]
Got behind so I'll be posting 9, 10, and 11 in whatever order I am capable of writing them in.
Meet Archer, she is an emo bitch raised by the Institute to be their perfect killing agent. No wonder she's depressed. She's usually a sniper but that wasn't going to work here.
CW: death, gun violence, alcohol reference, gore mentioned
The alley was a dead end. Brick walls extended upwards, blocking out city lights and functioning as a catch all for the refuse blown by the wind.
Trapped, the target scrambled at the wall, desperate to gain any traction that might boost them out of there.
A cry slipped from their lips as the dark shrouded figure turned the corner, stalking towards them.
It had been a boring night for Archer. Not even a fun target, just some loser with no friends or family who looked a little too hard into the Institute. Idiot even went to the same bar every week, sat in the same fucking spot. There wasn’t any hunt in that.
The target began to blubber as she got closer, falling to their knees. They promised her anything: money (he had $53 in the bank as of two hours ago), information (he knew almost nothing), a chance to get out of whatever deal the Institute had trapped her in (fat chance).
The pistol was a comfortable weight in her hand as she drew it to hang at her side. The silencer doubled the length of the gun. Panic overwhelmed the target. It was embarrassing. They didn’t even think to call for help. They panted, eyes wide like an animal.
“Sorry,” came her stock reply as she clicked off the safety, raising the pistol to their forehead, “I’m just following orders.”
The execution was perfect. The blood painted a sunset on the brick wall. Archer tilted her head, picturing the dripping bone matter as falling stars.
Her silencer wasn’t perfect, not that it mattered much in this neighbourhood, but she left the scene quickly. A quick swipe on her phone dropped a marker for the clean up crew.
Alcohol would kill the boredom. She needed a drink.
+ Have you ever thought of using weed or alcohol as a coping mechanism?
"Alcoholism, yes. Maybe a bit too much. Weed, no. Took long enough to get cigarette smell out of my clothes. Can't imagine weed would be any easier to hide even if I was interested."
