Products of Sunday night insomnia

So that tiiiiiny cat I mentioned a few entries back? The thing that made me even more amused when I moved in with her in May is that during April I was living with the LARGEST cat I'd ever met.

( A few visual comparisons: )

Cats are Butternut (the small), owner of illuminaut, and Sam (the large), owner of eustaciavye, and are used with permission.

This uselessness brought to you by WHY THE FUCK AM I WIDE AWAKE AT TWO IN THE MORNING ON A SUNDAY I HAVE TO BE UP IN FOUR HOURS FOR WORK AUGH.

GIP

From the cracktastic Iron Man miniseries Hypervelocity. Because that was a corner of the Marvelverse which was totally screaming out for crazy-ass high-octane guilty-pleasure cyberpunk. Complete with memories of the Avengers being hacked by a sadomasochistic goth chick computer virus named Absynthe. (Spelled with a y, because it's more annoying that way. I quote.)

There is just infinite cosplay potential in that cover, really. I SO want to cosplay Absynthe!Thor. Or at least make the hammer and hang it somewhere conspicuous.

Hypervelocity, btw, is stupid fun. Cyberpunk crack. One of Tony's crazy-ass overbuilt backup systems misfires (again) when the armor reboots with an emergency AI, copied off his personality, after he's critically injured. Tony himself spends the whole book in a coma; the narrator is the digitized Tonyghost, being hunted by the afformentioned goth chick computer virus. Only more complicated and weirder, because it's cyberpunk.

And the armor steals the Human Torch's car. I shit you not. It's this tricked out purple racecar with flames and the license plate JSTORM--I mean, who the fuck else's car would that be?

Uploaded a batch of icons, actually, including Gratuitous Angsty Tony:


Off to shower and SLEEP. This has been one hell of a day.