Whisper

Artist Edward Gorey’s “The Iron Tonic: Or, A Winter Afternoon in Lonely Valley” (1969) that depicts a cemetery with the words “The monuments above the dead are too eroded to be read.”

“My mission in life is to make everybody as uneasy as possible...because that’s what the world is like.” - Chicago’s very own Edward Gorey, who was born on this day in 1925.

TOON TUESDAY
#ToonTuesday

There is Rustrock and Lava Town, and there is nothing and no one else. Not for many miles, unless you consider the countless ruins and the deadly and diseased creatures that infest them, or the occasional peddler coming to deliver tales of distant civilizations. But here and now, there is only Rustrock and Lava Town. It would be best if they got along. They do not. The Queen, the active volcano that Lava Town takes its nickname from, looks out over all of them. The seasons are harsh. Cass may not have been born in Rustrock, but her loyalty to it is absolute. If she can prove herself by helping the struggling town survive, perhaps she can even earn the reputation that the rumors of her origin give her. But Lava Town's flock of flying marauders seem to be there to thwart Rustrock at every turn, and her secret connection to their leader only complicates things. When mysterious strangers from the north turn up, however, it may be a grand opportunity or an omen of worse things to come.

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Black and white image of fanged, pop-eyed, horned, winged, skeletal demon holding a Friday 13 sign. Headed The Only Official and Accurate Picture of the "Friday Thirteenth" Jinx

Happy #FridaytheThirteenth ! The only official and accurate picture of the Friday Thirteenth Jinx.
( #PhantomsFriday for good measure.)

She is really a gorgeous dog. Has that big winner energy.

Books of Blood vol. 2. Volume 1 was one of my favorite reads of last year and I was letting it settle a little before starting the next batch of stories.

Fiction dead? No one reads anymore? The obituaries they write are their own, not yours! Live más!

At a certain point there's nowhere else to go with it! And they keep killing off main characters but not the right ones.

Keep doing what I'm doing but more more more. 😈

Getting dangerously close to 2026. I think it's honestly weird how new years keep happening.

I hope tomorrow night you are all blessed by the New Year Good Luck Lemon Piglet ❤️...

I appreciate the breakdown! It's very enlightening to see how it all comes together.

Merry Christmas, everyone. Especially you, Mr. Wilson, wherever you are.

jello with a skull in it. text says "i know it was the '70s, but...why would you put that in jello?"

more concept art!

My hound dog does too. I say "she's sitting like a weird little old woman again." But I believe it is the same thing you described. Weird little old woman on a park bench feeding the pigeons

Art collectors: Bongo and other spooky pants signed prints are in the shop now

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Please help, I've fallen down the Temu screaming goat throw pillow rabbithole

they hate me for my girlish whimsy and the cannibalism

Prin

Getting dangerously close to 2026. I think it's honestly weird how new years keep happening.

I don't know man, I think it showed me you were even better at art than I already thought. The black and white stuff is really sick.

gave out old Bluesky invite codes to trick or treaters this year. they set my lawn on fire and called me a bitch

A painting of some creatures in a basket: a violet amphibian, one with a sort of beak and brown fur, one with fur, fangs, and horns, a blue bumpy lump, and a green thing with a tentacle snoot. Acrylics on wood panel.

A basketful of bespoke beasties, arriving exactly when they mean to.
#guild11mysterium #art

I can still sing parts of the My Little Pony and Barbie and the Rockers jingles, so point taken!

Happy to announce that my poem "Perish and Live Forever," which first appeared in MEXICANS ON THE MOON, has just won the @sfpoetry.bsky.social 's Dwarf Star Award for poetry. This award is for best micro poem of 10 lines or less. Many thanks to members who voted. It is a big honor. Much love!

whistle with a skull end

back view of whistle, showing mouthpiece

South German Ivory Hunting Whistle in the form of a Human Skull.
www.finch-and-co.co.uk/artwork-deta...

It seems like the time travelers finally got one.

Can't risk it. Have to go with the molded piece of Wonder Bread. You know, the usual.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I would do just fine in the The Shining hotel, send me to the The Shining hotel, I will get lots of work done, whatever else is going on in that hotel is simply none of my business

I love this! Such a different vibe but it works. Can't wait to see where it's going.

An illustration showing various skeletons and skulls and religious iconography

This extraordinary piece is entitled "Allegory of the Transience of Life," c.1480. It’s an engraving printed on vellum, with hand-colouring, by Master I. A. M. of Zwolle - an Dutch goldsmith and engraver. It’s currently housed at the British Museum.