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angelamoroso · 6 months
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It's not every day you get to spend a 70th birthday with a legend like Richie Stotts from the Plasmatics but today, tomorrow and Sunday you can stop by CHILLER convention in Parsippany NJ and say HAPPY BIRTHDAY, bring a gift ❤️🎁🥂
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cinnamon-phrog · 8 months
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↳ JACOB BERTRAND IN COBRA KAI SEASON 2
“All right, let me let you in on a little secret. It’s not just a haircut or the back tattoo. It’s a way of life, man. You just gotta feel the energy and just live in the moment, you know?”
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wombocombo4x3 · 6 months
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Birthday gift for this guy: https://soundcloud.com/axel-scaar
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inkstainedtail · 9 months
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Some friends suggested I start playing wow again, since they've been having good luck getting commissions there. So I made a mini ref of my new main, to use as a commission example. Not sure how much to charge for something like this though. Maybe $25-30?
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puhpandas · 4 months
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heres something interesting i noticed about the ruined designs! each ruined animatronic designs of the original evil 3 of SB all have parts of their design that kinda recreate something recognizeable from their original looks.
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chica has a trash bag in her middle to make up for the broken space so it appears she still has her light pink dark pink leotard look. she also has orange/yellow melted cheese on her mouth to represent her beak. the cheese also fills in the gaps with chicas torso to help aid the complete leotard look i mentioned earlier
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roxy has a lot of attention brought to her green strand because it stands out and is recognizeable as roxy. she also has red wiring on her arm to make up for her lack of shoulder pad, and red wiring on the left side of her torso to create the illusion of her shirt, and on top of that the broken plastic on her torso piece resembles the star pattern on her shirt. her pelvis is also singed from the fire in SB and is red to resemble her clothes
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monty is the most far gone from his original personality in his design. the fact that hes only half of an animatronic is enough but also they brought attenton to his mowhawk because its blaringly monty. they also made some parts of hid endoskeleton a lighter rusty color to resemble his underbelly color
my point after all of this is comparing all of these design decisions to ruined Freddy
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with this design, they removed the two most recognizeable things about freddy: his lightning bolt and his face. his head is completely gone, which is a big deal, and the blue lightling bolt is almost completely ripped off.
they chose to stick with fun FNAF 4 refs with ruined freddy with the lack of a head and stomach mouth, and i think that its genius. the callbacks are cool and all, but i think the fact that they removed what makes Freddy look like himself from this design really hammers in how its NOT freddy. our freddy is canonically somewhere else outside with Gregory and Vanessa. this Freddy is only a shell of ours and it shows with how unrecognizeable it is.
with the others, they designed them so you can still see that even after all this damage theyre STILL themselves. but sith Freddy, they remove everything recognizeable he had before, because it ISNT him.
youre not supposed to see him as same old freddy and they removed what makes him himself from this design and on top of that, they gave us cool early fnaf references and also made the one safe place for Gregory in SB super dangerous looking. i just think SW are geniuses thats all
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ilove-masked-men · 23 days
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”How much do her parents make?”
a y/n x Johnny (Soap) Mactavish forbidden love based fanfic
Y/N POV
Arguing about money again, ofcourse they were, my dad loves to start arguments about money when he can’t afford his whiskey because mom payed for the rent instead of cigerettes. It was horrible, you asked him to go to rehab again but he said it “only made him worse” we all knew he was lying. I needed out and immediately. I didn’t want to go into the living room through front door though, they would drag me into the argument. I only had one other way out - my window. Right outside my window was a skip we had hired to clear out the house but we had barely used it, the only thing inside of it were some pillows and old blankets, creating the perfect soft landing. 
I jumped out and down onto it, it hurt, but not as much as it would if there wasn’t any cushoning. I got up and started walking, it was cold, even with my thickest coat on. It was so late too, almost tweleve and i was out walking. I’m asking to be kidnapped.
I was too busy lost in thought to see the man i had bumped into, almost knocking both of our balance. I mindlessly grabbed onto him for stabilty with my eyes squeezing shut in shock.
“What’s somet gorgeous la’hk yo’ou doin’ all about this late at ni’ht?” A heavy Scottish accent asked me, he didn’t seem to mega uncomfortable, but i let go of him without hesitance to make sure.
I realised i still had my eyes closed and opened them up, to be blessed in my vision… i think. He had an uneven smirk on his lips as he looked at me, with an extremely noticable mowhawk and peircing blue eyes. His face was imperfect but in all the right ways that made him something amazing to look at. He had the perfect build, his whole body being perfectly proportioned in his skin tight black shirt and slightly baggy blue jeans, only tight in the right places. 
“Still waitin’ for me answer pretty.” He said with a slight scoff, he was so full of himself i couldn’t help but be flattered.
“Uhm, sorry i was just going for a walk.” I answered directly, looking down.
“At twelve o’clock at ni’ht? Are you sure tha’s it?” He asked, his voice rung with a slight concern in it.
“Oh.. i mean, you know how it is.. rough night..” I explained to him, becoming more and more nervous, which he clearly picked up on.
“Hey, i ain’ abou’ to try and kidnap yo’ou or other stuff. How old are yous? And what’s your name? I’m 18 and me name is Johnny, but yous can call me Soap.” He asked me the questions so gently and he sounded so sincere i fell undee his spell, i made eye contact with him and smiled slightly.
“I’m y/n and i’m 16.” I told him, i felt more comfortable with him now that i had felt used to him.
“What time have yous gotta be home lovie? You wanna walk n’ talk?” He asked me with a kind smile.
I nod and begin talking to him, walking down the road next to him. He bought us coffee at the 24 hour cafê and we got phone numbers, i hope we can keep in touch alot, tonight was amazing - i met him at 12:00 and i got back home at 2:00. He even walked me home, i was writing about him in my diary for ages, filling up 3 pages just describing and drawing him. I slept like a baby after hetting everything off my chest too.
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dovabunny · 7 months
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GhostSoap AU Concept - Three Red Roses
Childhood crush; minor CD; tiny angst; Ghost the florist
When Simon saw a flower he saw more than just petals. He saw lives, emotions, dreams, and sorrows.
After 10 years of working at ‘Midnight Rose’, he knew flowers were more than just pretty - they told stories, shared secrets, apologized, celebrated moments, and comforted in a loss.
He built his little business from the ground up, starting with just two buckets of roses he picked from the overgrown garden of an abandoned graveyard that he sold on the corner of the street when he was 16 - to the booming little flower shop in the heart of Glasgow.
During this time he had gotten to know his neighbourhood by watching what people bought for who and on what occasion. He regarded them all with casual interest, following the twists and turns their lives took them on. He never commented when a cheating husband bought two sets of flowers, only smiled politely as anniversary flowers were bought, and complimented the choices of those who came by once a week to buy flowers for their homes or businesses. He always kept to himself, always kept clients at a distance - all except for Soap. For Johnny.
Soap had been his very first customer. It was his second day standing on the corner after school with his two buckets of roses, holding them out hopefully to every businessman or housewife that passed, but he never got as much as a second glance. Then he spotted the boy approach.
They were classmates, but barely spoke. Soap was popular, handsome, funny, had a terrible mowhak, and his smile was all braces. Simon felt his ears heat in shame, he'd feared someone from the school finding out and picking on him for it, but Soap took one look at Simon' flowers, smiled brightly, and pulled out all the money he had on him to buy three red roses. Simon looked into the shorter boy's beautiful bright blue eyes alight with mischief and honest kindness, flushed and thanked Soap for his business.
A year later, valentines day.
Simon’s little stall had grown from two buckets to two tables in the corner of a popular coffee shop. Soap waltzed in with a big goofy smile on his face. He carefully selected a bundle of daisies in yellow and pink, asking Ghost to tie them up nicely as he had saved a whole month’s lunch money for this. Ghost bit back the unwelcome pang of jealousy and politely asked who the lucky lady was, to which the mowhawked doofus just grinned and blushed, blue eyes sparkling.
The next day at school Ghost rounded the corner when he spotted a familiar bundle of flowers, crushed, tossed at the foot of a dustbin. A gaggle of snickering girls were walking away. Ghost looked the other way to see a familiar back, head down, shoulders slumped, a low sniffle.
3 hours later he watched the same distraught boy walk to his bike, only to freeze when he saw three red roses with a note tied to the handlebar. He read the anonymous note aloud to himself:
“Dear Soap
Roses are red - Violets are blue.
Can you keep a secret? - I’m in love with you.”
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Another year later, graduation.
Their cute class president, Gary 'Roach', stopped by to buy a big bouquet of colourful carnations and pink lilies. Ghost found it odd, he wasn't aware that Roach had someone special, and by now he knew of nearly every couple (public and private).
However, Roach was always kind, selfless and sweet. He handed the flowers over with a smile, hoping it goes well for him.
Later that same day as his classmates took off their robes and said their goodbyes, Ghost searched the crowd for a familiar mowhak and toothy grin, only to see Roach lead Soap to a secluded corner. Roach seemed nervous. As he spoke while Soap’s eyes doubled in size. When Roach finally smiled and handed Soap the flowers, he flung his arms around Roach's neck and kissed him soundly. Simon looked down at his own little bundle of carefully selected and wrapped sunflowers, took out the card that read ‘Johnny’ and handed it off to the nearest person without looking up before leaving alone.
Always alone. Always on the outside looking in.
Flowers became snapshots of Soap’ life over the years. A celebration of a new job, a housewarming gift, an anniversary present, an engagement congratulations.
Wedding flowers - birthday flowers - sympathy flowers - funeral flowers.
Roach's sudden disappearance and murder was mourned by those who knew him, but none mourned as deeply as the young widower, Johnny.
In the few years that followed, Ghost only saw Soap once a year when he bought flowers for Roach’s grave on the anniversary of his death.
Ghost always put extra effort into the bouquet, using gentle and comforting scents and soft colours.
Eventually time passed and Soap’s eyes slowly regained the light it had lost. Ghost watched from afar, his lips quirking every time he saw the man give a genuine smile again.
10 years after Simon made his first sale, 9 years after an anonymous note, 8 years after their graduation, and 5 years after flowers on a casket.
Simon's heart was racing, his palms sweaty. He waited on the bench outside the kindergarten where Soap was to leave work any second.
In his hands, a beautiful bundle of three red roses with a note. Determined to deliver it in person this time.
He stood as he saw a familiar ridiculous mowhak and kind blue eyes lighting up when they meet his with the same brilliant smile he fell for when he was just 16.
“Dear Johnny
Roses are red - violets are blue
10 years later - I’m still in love with you”
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marianatrenchbitch · 2 months
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Some more crude mouse drawings i did
[Three pictures of crude mouse drawings. The drawings are not in colour but the line art is. The first one is a headshot of a person whit a mowhawk their line art both in blue and red. The second one is a headshot of a person whit black line art, the person has semi long hair and a black shirt. The third one is of Starscream from Transformers, he is smirking, his line art is in red. There is an arrow pointing to him whit a text that reads 'Evil']
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s3a0tterart · 7 months
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Fallout ocs pt.16
🧨 Mangle (Portia)
Age: 22yrs
D.O.B: April 1rst, 2265 (Aries)
Sexuality: Lesbian
Gender: she/her/They/them
Height: 5'4ft (160cm)
Weight: 100lbs
Species/Race: heavily mutated human (caucasian)
Eyes: Blue bright (slight magenta around iris)
Hair: Blue mowhawk mullet (medium-long)
Faction (main): Raider: Nukaworld, Hellrider Gang
Alliances: Nukaworld, Goodneighbor, The Combat Zone
Karma/Alignment: Chaotic Evil, Evil Karma
S.P.E.C.I.A.L-
Strength: 10
Perception: 9
Endurance: 8
Charisma: 7
Intelligence: 9
Agility: 9
Luck: 8
RELATIONSHIPS:
Friends: William & Mags Black, John Hancock, Hotrod, Mason, Overboss Leonie & Louie, Hellrider members
Family: Janice (mother), (dead, adoptive father) Girard, Daia (sister , estranged), Kady (sister in law, estranged)
Enemies: Preston Garvey, Daia, Rogue Hellrider members, Gunners, Brotherhood of Steel
Lovers: Akane
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dogwool · 1 year
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Finished this lovely wolf! I'm happy to announce he made it home safe already!
I loved the spots and pops of blue. This is my first suit with freckles and if you ask me, they turned out super cute! This guy also has a squishy mowhawk, which was super fun to do!
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tokillamockingbird427 · 6 months
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What starwars species do you think the ghosts would be? I feel like Neptune would be Nautolan, and I'm stuck between Chiss and Togruta for Keegan
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Funny you say that because now *I* get to use my FAVORITE line...
I have an au for that
EHEHEHE
I have like a whole Star Wars au but I'll just give you the species and that since I haven't worked on it recently and I'll change it lmao.
All the Walkers are human, which is kinda lame of past me ngl. Buuuuut, they're also all force sensitive. (To varying degrees, even the wifey can get vibes.) However, the only Jedi among them is Elias.
Merrick is a Codru-Ji! Four armed species that starts out life as six legged doggies before a lil caterpillar metamorphosis. Also a mandalorian, cus hell yeah.
Keegan is a Zabrak. He even has some tats! Also I give him hair, because I can't stand to make him bald. Lil mowhawk. He is a dark pink/peach color.
Ajax is also human, and he ain't force sensitive. He and Keegan are bounty hunters. (Well he's the hunter, Keegan goes on field trips.)
Kick is a Mirialan, he's blue. (Cue "Why are you blue?" audio.)
Neptune is a Torgruta and they're YELLOW! Orange yellow, but mostly yelllow.
Rorke is a human, cus he's lame. But he's also a mando like Merrick so like, lose some win some.
I really adore the idea of Neptune being a Nautolan though, I could change it... this is a WIP idea. I think they'd be cute if they were teal with purple blushing.
I chose Zabrak for Keegan because I enjoy the horns and also Maul <3 Plus the tats. I should draw him, that'd be fun. I should try to draw all of them tbh but like, small steps.
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sudzymactavish · 3 months
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John "Soap" Mactavish x male reader
You find yourself is Glasgow, a confused tourist.. a nice gentleman helps you around.
This was not how your vacation was supposed to go. 'The one time your shitty job lets you go on a vacation, you chose a random city. Why wouldn't you've have chosen LA or something?' You think to yourself, kicking a rock along the sidewalk. You're completely and utterly lost, clutching to a flimsy map that was from 10 years ago. You have to admit, the sights are beautiful. The blue sky in contrast to the buildings that could be many years old. Stopping for a moment, you look at them. Some tall, some short, but all worthy of appreciation. You keep walking and go into a café, ordering in the best Gaelic you could, and leaving with your drink.
You kept walking the streets late into the night. The later it got, the more evident it was that you were a lost tourist. The man behind you just couldn't help himself. How could he leave this more man? " 'scuse me sir, ye need help?" The man asked politely, trying not to scare you away. You paused, looking at him up and down. He didn't look like a bad guy, his professional clothes and cute mowhawk drew you to trust him, so you nodded. "Yea.. that would be great. Do you know where the nearest hotel is?" You asked timidly, sheepishly smiling at him. He chuckled. "Course. It's just right over there, I'll walk ye." He started to lead the way, your only choice was to follow him. You and him walked for a while, seeing all the shops and little stores along the way. The night sky shimmered with stars you could have only dreamed of seeing back home.
As you both got to the hotel, he checked you in and took you up to your room. "Thanks. Again." You smiled at him, opening the door to the room. He smiled back. "It's no problem. Ye just don't get lost now, right?" He chuckled, and you did too. He was such a caring gentleman.. you couldn't help but thank him. "You're so kind..?" You spoke, waiting for the man to give his name. "John. John mactavish." He chimed with a content smile. You took his hand, putting it in yours. "John, thank you." He blushed, uttering a slightly awkward "nae problem." After he left, you looked in the palm of your hand, where a paper was with some numbers on it.
"Call me."
Bit of a shorter one, but hope you enjoy.
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manoosweebar · 1 year
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Imagery of Steel Inquisitors
[spoilers for Mistborn Era 1, I suppose] Recently finished era 1 of Mistborn last summer (yet to start era 2, trying to pace myself through the sanderson-verse/cosmere thing????) and I just wanna talk about my thoughts behind how characters looked and specifically changed through the story. Specifically, Marsh
Marsh, being Kelsier’s brother, made me reckon they’d be similar. I had in my mind that he was a brunette to Kelsier’s dirty-blonde, mainly an auburn, reddish-brown shade. In terms of build I imagine he’s built well, but not super buff or anything
This of course changed when he became a Steel Inquisitor. I imagined/headcanon'ed these fucking monsters being built like a 40k Space Marine. Huge as hell, almost engorged with muscle in a way that gives them the build of an un-plugged fridge. Dwarfing characters like 5-foot-weighs-100-lbs-soaking-wet Vin and a great deal few heads taller than characters like Ham (HC'd as tall and built like a strongman) and Sazed (HC'd as tall, but more willowy/lanky). At the end of The Final Empire Marsh'd be bald, I HC'd him sporting a bit of short hair growth in Well of Ascension, but I couldn't see him as sporting anything else than wearing a wild chestnut-brown mowhawk and short beard in Hero of Ages. I don't know why. I just did and it was great?
I was advised to avoid fanart for the books until after I read them by a friend (Wise friend, she is). That's when I saw that most depictions are much different than what I headcanoned. Outfits, spikes, and tattoos were good but it was the size that was the most different. They were jacked, ofc, but they weren't as monstrously massive as I had imagined.
I feel like the imagery I imagined... idk, fit more? Mostly on a subtle-body-horror thing going on with Mistborn era 1 and the logic behind some of their powers
IMO, some of the creatures in era 1 are ghoulishly scary. You can see bones of the corpse-eating mistwraiths through their skin. Similarly, Kandra eat people, wear their skins, and (when not wearing people bodies) wear bodies of stone and crystal. Koloss. GOOD LORD THE HULK SMURFS. The baby guys have flabby blue skin that tears and bleeds as they get bigger. And they're all creatures made with Hemalurgy. Steel Inquisitors make due in the body horror with the whole spikes thing, but them being the size of the average dude is not enough. I Need Them to be huuuuuge.
Plus, their immense strength comes from a combo of burning pewter and using the stored strength from feruchemy, right? Specifically with Feruchemy, we see in tFE that when Sazed taps into strength he gets jacked as well. I think hes described as growing taller due to it, but I don't have the books with me to double check. Either way, if they're constantly burning MAD GAINZ MAGIC™, I'd imagine they're roided out the wazzoo
I need more art of Steel Inquisitors to make them MONSTERS. The offical art and fan-art thats out there is (Chef's Kiss) beutiful, but I'd love to see this kind of take on steel inquisitors
[Please no spoilers for the rest of the series, I promise I'm getting through it as fast as I can to enjoy the memes, art and discussions]
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juulz · 10 months
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A little late to the party, but you make Silver look sexy as hell with his hair up in a mowhawk, up in a viking braid and hair down, wild and free. I cannot chose one when my ovaries rocket launch out of my body over all the above.
Ah the absolute look of "oh no he's hot" and "oh shit shit shit I have a crush on this man I've known for less than an hour" Gold has in page 8. Like don't worry my guy, I too would be down bad for a big-cocked, hot, punk badass who casually saves me from some slimy bastards with god-tier fighting skills and then lets me watch him strum some strings with just as much skill. All while barely acknowledging me and being aloof and myserious and just awesome in every way (Me n Gold are in the daddy issues gang).
Blue is also hot as fuck in this one too.
Not at all, the comic did wrap only recently! The viking/celtic braid is def a guilty pleasure of mine, it just suits him so well (and also makes me wanna draw him in a kilt again).
Gold really stood no chance in this one, huh? He’s soon to find out that the big-cocked, hot, punk badass is kind of an asshole. Although given his initial reaction, he already knows that. (Pretty much everyone here is in daddy issues gang. Except Crys).
Blue sometimes makes me regret the amount of details I chose for her design, but she is, undeniably, hot and also gives even fewer fucks than her lil bro.
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burning-sol · 1 year
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Bizly is that way because he had a mowhawk and dyed his hair blue in high school. Hope that helps
This checks out.
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