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*update: added the closeup*

I threw out a quick sketch requests in the stream, someone said bread and another said bikinis.
Lewd…

I threw out a quick sketch requests in the stream, someone said bread and another said bikinis.

Lewd…

I had a pretty cool dream this afternoon.

I leave the package that came in the mail on my couch. It’s not important yet.

I’m jumping out of the basement window to my apartment complex into a quiet Manhattan back alley. I attempt a move, a parkour thing rolling over a box and fall flat on my face. I get back up instantly, noticing there was some guy cleaning the facade on the corner store who spotted me. I put on my best cat-that-just-fell-off-the-couch-but-continues-on-its-way-like-nothing-at-all-happened face.

The dude starts laughing, and it’s funny. The moment we break line of sight I burst out laughing too. After walking into the street I get a glimpse of the guy again and we’re both laughing about it. Then he yells out to me, the exact place where they dump unsold newspapers at the end of the day. “You can probably go get one if you want.” I’m not sure why, maybe it’s payment for the good laugh and instant friendship. Maybe he thought I could use the parkour practice.

I get the coffee I was looking for and start heading back home.

I don’t go through the front door. Never really do. I only use the back way through the window. I’ve done this hundreds of times. And yet this is the only time I’ve ever noticed the obvious security camera pointed at the window. It even has a little hand written “Security Camera” on it in half cursive, old man hand writing. Huh? Maybe someone is seeing me. Maybe they’ve seen me a lot. Maybe no one’s looking. Doesn’t matter, I don’t stop crawling through the window.

I get my answers in a moment. A weathered tall old guy with deep eyes, old Peter O’Toole in the humbler guise of building security, comes rushing to meet me. I tell him, “I know I’m in trouble but it’s totally okay.” I don’t know why it’s totally okay but I’m stalling for a better explanation. He tells me he knows. That yeah, they’ve noticed my preference for the window for a while now. It doesn’t matter. He says something like they got bigger things to worry about. He’s just glad I’m safe and inside.

He gives me a copy of my room key, it’s gold, and it’s covered in sweat. He’s nervous for reasons I don’t know and his hands shake as he gives them to me. They’re keys I think. I think I’m supposed to hide out in my place, we are all supposed to. There’s some shit about to go down. I don’t know the landlord too well, but it seems reasonable that he’s the type of guy who gets in trouble with people with guns. I have no intention of sticking around.

I pick up a bag with some of my stuff and the package. It looks like any package from Amazon. Dunno what’s in it but it suddenly feels like that golden briefcase from Pulp Fiction. And I need to jet out of there.

I take the back window out, again. But some shadowy dudes down the street are coming around just before I hear the crack and pop of gunfire. I don’t hear any shots hit near me but I duck my way back inside. Then a voice bursts in my ears, “you don’t really think they’re shooting at you, do you?” Was it someone outside, was it my own voice, was it the package? I don’t know, I just exit the building through a different and higher window.

I jump out the building down to the city sidewalk. I didn’t think they’d shoot through the crowds but I’m only half right. Some pot shots come my way but nothing hits. I’m too fast and the street is dense with stuff to run past. I don’t know if anyone else is getting hit or if the police are coming. I just keep running.

I’m coming up to the Manhattan bridge through Canal Street, I can see that familiar arch. Just below it is a massive demonstration, citizens unhappy about some unfair thing I don’t know anything about. I think the bad guys are still after me. And I just brought a bunch of desperate dudes shooting guns to a civil disobedience demonstration surrounded by ancy riot police.

Then I wake up. My heart is pounding. There’s a text message on my phone. Your Amazon package has shipped.

Is there a larger res version of /co/lette holding Question Duck anywhere that I can save? Literal cuteness overload.
Asked by Anonymous
Whatever happened to that sweet little one-shot you did of Colette admiring a certain couple's Cherno Alpha cosplay? It seems to have vanished. It may not have got much attention from folks on DA, but I for one really enjoyed helping to create those characters in the threads, and seeing such a witty and fun stamp of approval from you on something we hammered out of your livestream work in the first place meant a lot to me. Things kind of came full circle. Sorry to see it go.
Asked by Anonymous

Oh you mean this one?

Heh, that actually wasn’t one of mine. It comes from buddy, Ian Samson and you can check out more of their odd work at that very tumblr.

I really liked those characters to. It’s weird that I have any kind of “stamp of approval” over the /co/ characters though. I never really thought of them like that, though I do use em a bunch.

questionduck:

#296

This is actually a little unfair of question duck to ask, lots of people don’t know the answer yet!

questionduck:

#296

This is actually a little unfair of question duck to ask, lots of people don’t know the answer yet!