Poison in the juice carafe / We drank until our thirst ran out.
I pity the fool who asks me "So, how did you come up with (concept/character/thingy) anyway?" Because in most cases I can tell you the answer, but it'll usually involve twenty minutes of rambling and explainy hands and 'Ooh, actually I think it started before that, didn't it?' My brain is a messy place.
Have I posted this one over here yet? I think I just flung it at apiphile and fled. From the Remixverse
"I don't know why you keep fighting about your hair," Pete is leaning in the doorway like the still from some cheesy romance novel, naked to the waist (and then a hideous jumble of red silk boxers - who let him buy those? - and one sock that matches the one still dangling from the doorhandle like a used condom), his eyeliner in streaks and his own hair in deranged spikes.
It's best not to ask, even yourself, what Pete's doing when he's not in the room. Dan was already good at blotting out the sound of sobbing when he ran into them, but then that's prison for you. Doing the federal facility hokey-pokey (in, out, in, out) already taught him to be deaf to other people's misery; Pete's eyeliner tracks are not his business.
And I know I didn't post this one, because the damn thing never got finished. It wasn't behaving. Remix-Gabe and Ryland:
Motley assortment of crappy doodles from yester-night:
Aaaand a random logo for a Big Scary Corporation. Because Joss Whedon has convinced me that Big Scary Corporations are a fun plot device. *g*
Have I posted this one over here yet? I think I just flung it at apiphile and fled. From the Remixverse
"I don't know why you keep fighting about your hair," Pete is leaning in the doorway like the still from some cheesy romance novel, naked to the waist (and then a hideous jumble of red silk boxers - who let him buy those? - and one sock that matches the one still dangling from the doorhandle like a used condom), his eyeliner in streaks and his own hair in deranged spikes.
It's best not to ask, even yourself, what Pete's doing when he's not in the room. Dan was already good at blotting out the sound of sobbing when he ran into them, but then that's prison for you. Doing the federal facility hokey-pokey (in, out, in, out) already taught him to be deaf to other people's misery; Pete's eyeliner tracks are not his business.
And I know I didn't post this one, because the damn thing never got finished. It wasn't behaving. Remix-Gabe and Ryland:
Motley assortment of crappy doodles from yester-night:
Aaaand a random logo for a Big Scary Corporation. Because Joss Whedon has convinced me that Big Scary Corporations are a fun plot device. *g*