Sea Of Dream's poster: Spot the sea.
Three-Body II: Dark Forest's poster: Spot the darkness.
Hokusai's dragon legend art: Spot the dragon.
This is a book cover I made for a book I finished writing last month.
If you were to find this within a bookstore, what would your thoughts be? What do you think it's about?
Dick Tracy meets the scribbler in darkness.
Prompted by @klaw-king
Read this r/nosleep recently called The Arkansas Experiment by Jared Robberts. I think there’s something so uniquely charming about r/nosleep stories and I thought this one was pretty good.
Lähetinmies/transmitter-man
Ink and markers
2018
Aurinkoluu/Sunbone
Ink, markers, coloured pencils
2017
Nuoralainen/Cord-fellow
Ink, markers and coloured pencils
2017
Sergeant Blain Cooper: "I ain't got time to bleed." - Predator (1987)
…You got time to shave…?
Introducing The Predator (1987) Tough Guy Grooming Kit: The Razor to use before going out to have you some fun tonight.
…Po' Lil' Predator…
while i do love watching old sci-fi and horror, it really does feel fifty fifty on either “omg this is the best thing ever, why is no one talking about it?” or “ah, this is the worst thing ever, i get why no one is talking about it”.
like i’ll be watching one thinking “this is actually relatively progressive for the time” the all of a sudden there’s a blatant disregard for women’s autonomy and/or consent.
i think more filmmakers should recreate old sci-fi, but like, not racist or sexist. ooo, and make it gay!
Xenomorph in heels 💕👛
I could feel Earth's vibrations coming.
Breathing. Slow motion.
Sky is running out of time. Animals disappear from ground.
Eyes are haunting in the night, flashes cut inside.
The enemy grows bigger as hearts are getting eaten,
eyes swollen, hands shaking from earth's largest power
in Universe- cosmic danger regeneration;
penetration is on, poison sucks on your skin,
tongue freezes,painting the back of your sin,
creating rooms of dust and evil, envy and kill;
hands are tightening the weight of the world,
Earth's shaking, eyes see everything
In a world drowning in madness, faking
all the goodness flying, air dirty, souls dying.
Powerless and absorbed on the edge of regret,
living nightmares with the walking dead,
end is near as our humanity,
in shape-box as hanged pig,
nobody hears the insanity
we've came along to fear.
Hands shaking, Earth's breaking
new dawn is taking our last scene.
World is so gone, nothing's real.