#daedelus

[cchr11]

2025 Deus Ex Halloween Collab! ------------------------------------- ‣ Eliza Cassan drawn by @code1r15 as a spectre ‣ Smuggler and Icarus drawn by @criminalelements, the first as Blade and the second as a jack-o'-lantern ‣ JC and Ben Saxon drawn by suhaib531, the first as a vampire and the second as a chainsaw weilding cyborg ‣ Bob Page drawn by @setttanen as Albert Wesker from Resident Evil, as well as the background ‣ Jordan Shea drawn by artifechs as a zombie ‣ Daedelus drawn by @raynerberg as a poltergeist ‣ Circe, Donovan and Conroy (OCs) drawn by @fr0gery, as a werewolf, vampire and a headless horseman ‣ JC Helios and Paul Denton drawn by yours truly as a spectre and a chinese vampire ------------------------------------- Thanks to everyone who participated, have a spooky halloween!

[disease]

IMPENDING DOOM DAEDELUS ft. MF DOOM [EXQUISITE CORPSE, 2005]

[rustyjoints]

People been rocking with this one a Lot lately🙏⚡️

Much Gratitaah!

[geekysteven]

[gandalfthegreyt]

With A Twist

The bathwater is too hot. My tolerance for pain is low today.

My thighs scream with lactic acid.

My brain began too soon, an occupational hazard.

It’s my soul that aches the most, however. I don’t know how it’s come to this.

Frantically turning pages, faces, popping pills, desperate, suddenly,

Or desperately aware of the hole,

Glaringly aware and digging faster.

A frantic mind quietly digging for 23 years. 28?

34 years of misalignment, compounding and digging and clawing at self,

Clawing to unsee, digging to bury.

Daedelus idly plucking his harp, dutifully at my side for 12,

Gentle soul. He wouldn’t like me either, though he’s liked my comments, dutifully,

Though he might like how his music reverberates off these cogs.

The beast below me is waking, plates and glassware tinkling, conversation rising, gentle whispers of the past,

My past, now another’s present across the veil of Fan pine.

I hear a new sound in this most favorite album reaching out.

This bathwater and these pills are telling little deceptions to my guardrails, letting in the stray spirits of this sound.

This flame, this glass, the Virgin and the Sphinx,

Little nothings all, cheap fill for dwindling interest.

Today we turned the water off on many souls for many hours,

A day of complications and one of sorrow I’ve felt.

This affectation rounding my cup, the cold relief, a gift of luxury, a sign I’m still breathing.

[bug-and-lamp-studios]

Poster wip

[ao3screenshotss]

[calliclassic]

the men in madeline miller's Circe are just........ -chef's kiss-