#elaborate shitpost

[croissantdemonium]

i really hope nobody won me to this joke

[chromatic-starstorm]

My creative writing teacher assigned us to create a comedic comic strip and I may have went overboard.

Very worth it though, my wonderful idea turned out spectacularly

[porcelain-rob0t]

crucifixion commission for @zrythink of firestar from warrior cats

he really is the cat Jesus, he died for our sins

[theebbestboy]

In every man's life, one has to ask a vital question.

Do you fuck more with seals or lemurs?

seals

lemurs

why the fuck are you asking me this get out of my house

Voting ended onJun 6, 2024

[madamegixxysticks]

Consider this an elaborate poopost But this would obviously be the legendary of a dreamy team! The sandman himself! Sandman Chungus!

[katatonicimpression]

Inferno (1963)

[limelocked]

The last two days- he Thinks it’s been two days- has been hell. The magic came back and so soon after he had to retreat to the sandy hell that was his room, eyes burning like they were being unconsensually fried, trying to be passed off as a serving of buñuelos next time he went outside. To say the vision was painful was perhaps an understatement, to say that it was confusing and distressing? Even more so.

He had seen people who looked nothing like anyone he’d ever seen before hold weapons that killed and he had no name for. He’d seen an explosion that reached above the clouds. He saw a man hold a fancy cup and a football. He saw a lot of men in suits who sat in crowded and fancy rooms looking very worried and while Bruno had no idea what they were worried About... well it didn’t stop making him worried.

He saw a woman sit on a throne and receive a crown. He sees a large wall being built. He sees a sweaty man in a cramped metal room. He sees a man in a car die. He sees many happy people with different flags. He sees a festival on a wooden stage.

When he comes down again, exhausted and thirsty, he can’t say any of that though. None of it feels important. Not in comparison to what the papers and the television showed.

“How are you hermano?“ Julieta had asked, not the only one in the kitchen but the only one he could calculate.

“They’re putting a man in space“ he replied as if it would answer anything.

“What?“ from Julieta it sounded like concern but from everyone else at the table it sounded like confusion.

“They’re gonna put men on the moon“ he repeated, more specific this time. “Two men are going to put a flag on the moon, and then they’re gonna come back“ 

He then took his glass of liquid and left dinner.

[snailmotel]

I take art VERY seriously