"You will not survive your injuries. For that, you can thank your mistress. Tell us where she is and your death will take seconds instead of hours!" A little birthday fanart for @CptDaniel , featuring Alina, Irna, and Nathy (and a thug), from his graphic novel project, Her Majesty's Agents! This is only my speculation as to what might happen in the story. If you want to know more, check out CptDaniel's gallery, get on board with HMA, and follow along! Naturally, Alina, Irna, Nathy, and Henchguy belong to CptDaniel. Please do not use or repost without his permission!   https://www.deviantart.com/andibi Reposted by kind permission of CptDaniel.   https://www.deviantart.com/cptdaniel "Respice post te!"

 Dogfight Com   Aralin and Argo in battle. Guess who came back? My old watchers knows him well. Now he is back.    Tarzan and Jane. https://www.deviantart.com/cptdaniel

  E. B. Kemble. Judge Magazine . 1912 It’s no go your maidenheads, it’s no go your culture, All we want is a Dunlop tyre and the devil mend the puncture. From Bagpipe Music by Louis MacNeice. 1938. Ho Ho Ho.  

 A group of frisky 1970's disco dancers! From sketch~ To finished painting~ To video~get your boogie shoes on!

  Wednesday I had to go to the Walmart pharmacy to get my mom her meds.  As I was waiting behind a very old man who was wearing a cap that said Marines on it, I noticed all this greenish liquid all over the floor.  I was wearing my superboots so I touched a toe in this and it was still very wet.  The old man was having trouble, and suddenly he revealed this object the size of a soccer ball.  It was wet and slime encrusted, the same color as the stuff on the floor.  Although I have never seen one, I knew it was his colostomy bag.  That meant that he had been standing in line with that thing dripping, and did nothing about it.  One of the clerks was dabbing at him with a paper towel, while he was going on and on about how he had changed it right before he came up to the store.  I doubt he had and I decided he was senile.  God, how awful.  I felt bad for him, and I wondered when he was at the Chosin Resevoir whether h...

 A mousey girl enjoying the cityscape of Seattle~from sketch~ To finished painting~ To video~no trip to Seattle is complete without seeing the Space Needle or having Starbucks coffee!

  (The National Institute of Co-ordinated Experiments is dedicated to purifying the Earth of 'unnecessary' organic life.  Under the impression that the scientists involved are in control of the institute, they have the severed head of an executed murderer, François Alcasan, which will be used for a supremely evil purpose. There is an elaborate mechanism that keeps the head alive, or so they think.  In actuality the head is for the physical embodiment of the Macrobes, aka the Dark Eldils, malevolent beings who lust for control of the Earth.  The Earth is known as the Silent Planet as it is alone and cut off from the community of God.  There is a barrier that doesn't permit direct supernatural action upon the Earth. But- by allowing entrance of the Macrobes unto the planet, they have also allowed the Other Side physical existence as well.  In the above 3 of the scientists pray before The Head, which drools oils and speaks via an air pump machine.  To...

There was a tremendous difference between the liner and the ferry in Mercer's treatment. On the liner, the attendants made gibes when they brought him his food. "Scream good and loud," said one rat-faced steward, "and then we'll know it's you when they broadcast the sounds of punishment on the Emperor's birthday." The other, fat steward ran the tip of his wet red tongue over his thick purple-red lips one time and said, "Stands to reason, man. If you hurt all the time, the whole lot of you would die. Something pretty good must happen, along with the—whatchamacallit. Maybe you turn to a woman. Maybe you turn into two people. Listen, cousin, if it's real crazy fun, let me know...." Mercer said nothing. Mercer had enough troubles of his own not to wonder about the daydreams of nasty men. At the ferry it was different. The biopharmaceutical staff was deft, impersonal, quick in removing his shackles. They took off all his pris...