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how many of you remember when i was in the problem sleuth fandom? good times man, good times
(this panel (because i’m rereading it (i still love it (god bless))))
I’ve been enjoying watching you draw even though I’m not in any of your fandoms these days, but I have to admit
This feels like a big payoff for me now.
Wooooooooooo we welcome you whenever you want to visit, dread <3
What a pro detective
picture from here (posted with permission)!!
cosplayer is myself!
behold the Demimonde Semigoddess from Problem Sleuth!
WHOA
HOLY CRAP
it was a double-date uwu
slick and sleuth only start brawling about halfway in which is better than anyone expected
dame and snowman just give up and hook up and call it a win
sleuth passes out on the floor of the destroyed restaurant at 3 in the morning and regrets ever dressing up, slick on the other hand cackles and regrets nothing
but they learn from the experience and decide solidly to keep their dates separate from now on, just as alice will learn to keep her requests separate u_________u
Problem Sleuth was wearing his best suit, the one that tended to hang in the back of the closet and thus avoided getting bloodstains, cigarette smoke patterns, and tea splotches all over it, like his usual suits. Something about it, seeing him clean and shaved, at his most dapper and gentlemanly, still made her heart speed up a little. He always cleaned up well.
Dame’s heart was less inclined to skip beats while watching him promptly cover that lovely white suit with bloodstains, dirt, and wine splotches. He might have been good at getting cleaned up, but he was terrible at keeping his mouth shut. Her salad hadn’t even arrived by the time Spades Slick, living up to his name with probably a whole bottle of grease in his hair and a suit with extra room in the sleeves, threw the first punch.
She sighed, politely, and reached for her handbag. A quick trip to the ladies’ room, she thought. She’d just freshen her lipstick and then break this spectacle up. But a hand stopped her, a delicate, long-fingered hand, with nails so dark green they were almost black.
“Just let it go,” murmured her only remaining dinner companion. “Or at least, finish your drink first.”
Dame tossed a glance at her glass, still nearly full of a dark wine she’d been recommended. She didn’t usually drink reds, but she’d thought she’d be easy on the waiter (he’d have his hands full enough), and just got what the other woman had. It was, to her surprise, incredibly sweet.
A glance to the room at large; Sleuth had a handful of Spades’ Slick’s greased hair and was working to smash his face into the bar. Spades Slick had himself braced against it, and was fumbling in his sleeve, probably for a knife. Diners were evacuating, except for her table, right at ground zero. Her friend pulled over a fleeing waiter, and reminded him of their order.
Well, they hadn’t killed each other yet. She hesitantly picked up her glass, and dropped her handbag.
“These are delicious,” she remarked, maybe ten minutes later. Spades Slick had Sleuth in a headlock, which probably hurt a lot given how skinny and sharp his arms looked. Sleuth had lost his dinner jacket and was struggling to kick Slick’s feet out from under him.
“Croquettes, they’re called,” said her partner, sitting back in her chair with her glass in one hand. “But next time, we should order the spring rolls.”
“Next time?” she asked, unable to stop herself from smiling. It was all so absurd.
“Well, nowhere else in the city gives you dinner and a show,” said Snowman coolly. Dame laughed a moment, and picked up another croquette.
(Source: yinxiing)
When you have to listen to people argue about stuff you don’t care about.
(Source: warpedlamp)
Lindsay and Alex of Baman Piderman opened commissions and then
Pickle Inspector is my favorite though. Real talk.
Ok, so here’s this Bathearst plushie I’ve been working on for like forever and I finally finished! Yay! The cape turned out a little bulky but that’s ok because it’s sort of stuck in a permanent dramatic billow.
There is a pattern below this here cut. Yes, that’s right, you too can crochet your very own Bathearst! Also, I wrote most of this at 6 in the morning after staying up all night, so if you spot any mistakes please tell me before they claim their next victim.
