Tbh Kim probably only seems put together bc he's standing next to Harry. He keeps licking his pens. He has a million things in his pockets including several trash bags, rustling everywhere he goes. He spent two days staring into the lobby of a hostel instead of investigating. He's in historic pilot cosplay and calls it his uniform. He does crosswords for fun. He can say anything with a straight face. He starts randomly taking notes during normal conversations. He never takes off his gloves. He thinks he can impersonate a junkie. He talks to his car. He's Kimball. He's the weirdo from the 57th

Oh yeah and this thing hahah

I hate The Nine Realms.

i really like to think that the life series is about martyn and the rest of the members being stuck in a tragic death game loop while the watchers feed on their emotions

and also that etho clone #3068 is just there to do his job (read his lines, be quirky and die) :)

My most recent card illustration, Free-Flying Feathermane, is also set to be released in Hearthstone Battlegrounds 27.2! I don't think I've ever snatched a prompt so quickly. 😊

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The way i'm so filled with hate these days should be studied

The card turned out great!! Thanks again!!

Ahhhh wow it looks so cool :D thank you for sharing!

I have 100+ photos from our weekend of camping and dog activities but this is what I am most proud of her for.

I stopped at a little park for lunch and she just...fell asleep.

thinking about john's multitude of short-lived, often quickly-abandoned apartments for some reason, so a couple details:

although you might expect to find a very wizard-y interior to any place he's currently living at — you know, grimoires, skulls, dust, clutter, etc. — his flats actually tend to be fairly spartan in terms of decor; they've even been accused of looking modern, here and there. he just moves too frequently to really settle in & accrue Things, and has so often had to simply up & leave everything he currently owned behind (with very little chance of getting any of it back) that he no longer attaches much meaning to household objects.

besides the consistent presence of at least one bookshelf with at least 12 books on it, and a sad sprig of garden sage that miraculously hasn't died yet, the one exception to his lack of personal touch is his extensive collection of records + tapes, all of which he has repeatedly & methodically tracked down and bought / bid / traded / stolen / threatened for / blackmailed for / simply taken back whenever an enterprising landlord or new tenant left him the opportunity to do so. his record player itself has never needed to be taken back, since it has always mysteriously vanished from whatever flat he's leaving and mysteriously appeared wherever he's staying; it's convenient like that. his 10th anniversary walkman, however, frequently goes missing, only to turn up again later in a place he KNOWS he checked when he's least expecting it.

lack of home decor isn't to say he doesn't own much, mind: the bulk of his personal possessions — assorted occult paraphernalia, blackmail documentation, miscellaneous crap from his mucous membrane days, and anything he is able to take with him from past flats — are usually stored off-site, in a secure location that can't easily be tied back to him. this guy's been accused of being a satanic killer on multiple occasions, he knows better than to keep all the real shit out where anyone can just swan in and see it.

currently, this storage location (which i lovingly call occult shit central) is an abandoned inner london storefront + adjoining flat that was formerly his old friend ray monde's shop and home, called brick-a-brac antiques. it's decidedly cozier than the last place, (in that there are chairs, plural,) and has fewer bear traps laid out in anticipation of unlucky thieves; in fact, if a person were to visit without already knowing where constantine actually lives, it'd be easy to mistake it as his expectedly-wizardy flat. it's not an ideal location for an occult shit central, too close to the heart of the city and too close to people to avoid drumming up suspicion should constantine attempt any sort of ritual inside, but until chas finally quits ducking the paperwork and signs over his storage lot (which he may or may not be dragging his feet on out of pure resentment for having to do it at all) ray's place is the best option there is.

constantine's previous (and future) storage location was a lock-up in streatham that chas had been letting him use (see: all but surrendered to him entirely) since he got out of ravenscar, but after constantine's sister died, john decided he was done with magic and, in a spontaneous fit of rage, burnt the place down with everything but a few necessities still inside. he regretted this later, when he inevitably returned to the occult scene after just over a year away, and spent a lot of time calling in favors / hypnotizing arson inspectors to try and put together an inventory of everything he'd lost.

in the nearly 20 years since the fire, he's managed to replace or find substitutes for about 2/3 of what he had (occult-wise), and gather enough fresh dirt / do enough favors / orchestrate enough compromising situations to accumulate a little over 1/4 of the political / interpersonal power he once maintained. ( the lack of success in the latter being, in part, because people now in power aren't as familiar with his name & reputation as they once were; in part because people just don't believe in magic as much as they used to, or were otherwise bought by hell / heaven / other parties a LONG time ago; and in part because he's come to absolutely fucking despise most politicians / people in power more than he is willing to work with them, or more than he is able to plausibly believe they won't try to drop him at the first opportunity. )

you would be hard-pressed to find a landlady/landlord that speaks kindly of this man. if he wasn't kicked out for suspicious smells / disturbing noises / sudden infestations / suspected satanic activity, then it's likely that he abruptly up and disappeared in the middle of the night, with no warning and no rent. (on a few occasions, this vanishing act also coincided conspicuously with a gruesome death on the premises, sometimes of the landlady/landlord themselves, although no one's ever been able to prove anything.) frankly it's . . . magic, that people still rent to him.

due to these aforementioned bad ends, he's incredibly lucky if he gets enough time or leeway to take any sort of furniture with him from one place to the next. however, there is one incredibly comfy, wing-backed, sapphire-blue armchair that's miraculously managed to survive every move in the last ten or so years without being reported stolen — even though it has survived every move because it has, in fact, been stolen in the dead of night nearly every single time, by john and at least one of his buddies.

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Hey Aziraphale! I asked Crowley about something- about potentially getting turned into a non-human, and he told me that this was a horrible idea because the only people who can help me are God and a fae person. I just want to be clear Crowley is in no way guilty here.

But I wrote something out...

If I were to ask- and in this situation I would preface this with "I wish", but I'm not going to do that right now just so no one can do this right now before I'm ready, "to be turned into a non-human, yet still humanoid creature, still easily recognizable as myself without having to communicate who I am to people I know, without causing any more bodily pain that I already have and without any curses and major negative side-effects, leaving my mind unaltered, but possibly with extra magical or physical abilities, AND if anything goes wrong by my definition, I will be able to be turned back to my normal".

Do... You think I could possibly get away with minimal consequences?

I see! Well, I personally wouldn’t like for you to allow a fae to change you, mostly because their magic always come with a twist… however… that sounds like a very solid idea!

I think so! You’ve even included a clause to be able to turn back whenever you disagree with the transformation!… Worst case scenario we could convince the fae creature to help if something happened!

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