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cavalera-eternal · 1 year
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Happy Fat Girl Friday from Jack Cavallería!
( commish done by Groove1121 )
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groove1121 · 4 years
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commission for a client i did earlier this year. i was recently given permission to post it. Niyah from Xenoblade enjoy!
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incredistar · 5 years
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“Rick Gift”
Gift for a cool artist @groove1121 and their oc Rick, who has a pretty interesting design to sag the least :)
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tamtamhi · 6 years
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Here are some more Junk Romace OCs! 
Might and Sol (right & left) are bounty hunters while Vulenn (middle) is a shopkeeper!
Might & Sol were previously owned by @dunesand
Vulenn was previously owned by Akira-Raikou (https://www.deviantart.com/akira-raikou/)
Art done by the always talented @groove1121
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paradoxjh · 4 years
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Here is a drawing commisson that i got from @groove1121 on twitter of my girl Paula!
She is looking amazing, thank you!
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brazenautomaton · 5 years
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some fucking dope ass cover art for Silent Partner, Unfinished Business
by Groove1121
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superbgentlemanwolf · 6 years
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YAY! Remember the ink bust by Groove I posted? This is that bust with colours! Commissioned @groove1121 to add colours and it became so much more amazing!
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gundam-attrition · 5 years
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Also go a commission from the great groove1121 of Mira! Unfffff
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evelynfirewalks · 6 years
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Who is Evelyn E. Sandhamn?
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(Thank you again to @groove1121 and @rileyomalley for the awesome art, seriously!)
Backstory
Once upon a time in a city called Montreal, there was a strange child. This child lived with their uncle, a broken shambling thing of a man who took to drink and tried their best to raise a child all on their own. You see, this child was an orphan, in some sense of the word. The young infant had only known their parents for a few short days before they had returned home from the hospital, any chance of a normal familial environment shattered alongside the cars front window as it veered off the road, cheap metal rending apart and the pair almost instantly.
By sheer chance however, and to the relieved puzzlement of first responders, the infant had survived unharmed, seemingly more amused than frightened. And so the child was sent to live with their only living relative, a man of no real social responsibilties or dedication but who had deeply cared for his sister, vowing to raise the child to the best of their ability.
Unfortunately, this child would prove to be something of a handful.
Perhaps subtly influenced by some memory that dwelled back in the recesses of their mind from fateful day, the child grew to hold an unprthodox interest in all things unpleasant. This child had been a strange one with odd mannerisms, who would play with gutter trash as opposed to the other children who busied themselves with the more practical choice of toys like action figures or dolls or playsets. The child used discarded wrappers and the crushed bodies of birds as their playthings, the soaked and muddied leaves and cold their playset.
Unsurprisingly, due to their macabre and bizarre interests and unsettlingly polite and friendly nature, they became a child who was more often than not shunned, if not outright bullied. It grew to such an acceptance of the broken that the school had to repeatedly step in and try to have the child put under medicines or psychologists or aides to try and correct the bizarre behaviour, make them function properly in society.
Unfortunately, the child was for the most part perfectly and clearly mentally sound—on every level except from what they found to be a properly interesting aesthetic; a central ‘framework’ which couldn’t be altered and which was their crux for good behaviour. To tamper with it was to invite more unhealthy habits, as a few fights found. And so, given a diet of anti-psychotics and other medicines which only lasted for a short time before they weren’t able to be afforded, the child’s mindset only continued, disturbing people with a smile.
Eventually, by the time of their 13th Birthday, it became too much for the uncle of this child, a man forced to drink who had taken the child as their only family after the disastrous accident that had claimed the parents life only days after their birth. Dismayed to see at what had come to be of the only last piece they had to their sister and driven mad by drink, they decided in a fit of rage it was better for his sister to be remembered in memory as opposed to heir legacy being tarnished by this hellish child.
And so, their uncle tried to beat them to death. And the Uncle did, beat them bloodied and bruised and nearly to the point of death, as a glass bottle struck again and again with more force than anyone educated on pop culture would have cared to think it should and without shattering.
But this was not their end.
This near death experience awoke the power inside them, which had claimed the lives of the parents long ago by picking out the faults in a car and making it fall apart at the seams and fatally crash. This was a Stand unlike others, one which yearned and craved out the flaws in something and made it manifest.
This was ⌈Twin Peaks Fire Walk With Me⌋, and it had harbored well in the years of this child. It grasped the head of the uncle, forcing their imperfections—the toxins inherent in their body and soul—and brought them forthwith. He died choking on a volent and vile concoction of foul poison, his organs shrivelling or bursting and his body filled with a vile and foul smelling concoction of yellow-black vile and filth.
In Evelyn E. Sandhamn’s opinion, a moniker they created shortly following this incident, they were only born then—everything before had been merely a walking dream for their true self. The death of their uncle and true awakening of ⌈Twin Peaks Fire Walk With Me⌋ their ‘baptism’ as it was.
And so, they grabbed the only belongings they could find (a raincoat, overalls, boots, and a small collection of food for the trip ahead) and left, their Stand making the building collapse inwards. It would later be assumed to have been a building that had somehow evaded oversight, of a much shoddier construction than what was legally allowed. And Montreal moved on, unaware of what had been birthed and leaving on a bus, a smile on its face.
Personality
Evelyn is a perpetually friendly and upbeat individual with an almost childish outlook on the world and in actions, although that might be in turn an act they use to theow people off their game and make them seem less threatening… or it might be a coincedence. It’s uncertain as Evelyn is very flippant and coy with most personal questions, liking to leave things up to interpretation as to not alienate others and be open to everyone they meet. This is also partly why they identify as Non-Binary, if only because the concept of Gender just feels like too much bother. They don’t care whether you’re Boy or a Girl and don’t think it matters which they are, they just want to be your friend and they yours!
A belief which altough sincere and commendable, becomes deeply and distrubinly ironic given how repulsant their personal philosophy even is.
To Evelyn, Bad Things are Good. So good, that anything bad is to them by definition better than something that is inherently good to almost anyone else. Rotten wood, wet dog, decaying animals, spilled blood, these are all Good; if only because they once were or can be something greater than they are at present, and that sentiment is something Evelyn finds deeply touching. This philosophy is so deeply ingrained to Evelyn that they can find joy and solace in their own suffering or depression, in a strange paradoxical state that often enters a kind of feedback loop. In Evelyn’s opinion, these feelings and belief is the Truest thing in the world, and they see ⌈Twin Peaks Fire Walk With Me⌋ as the greatest possible Stand in the whole world for being able to reveal this ‘truth’ to people.
Admittedly, their own philosophy doesn’t entirely mesh with their own mindset due to some of its complexities, and it is something of a vague philosophy that can shift on their mood, but that’s only even more fun for Evelyn. What’s not quite as fun for Evelyn (which makes it fun to them—it gets complicated) is the fact their personality means its difficult for them to truly befriend people, leaving them to being used with a smile of people being repulsed by them or trying to fight them. The usual reaction, and their own childish curiosity, also means they usually find it difficult to stay in one place for a long period of time, liking to travel from town to town through bus stops or good ol’ walking.
Appearance
Evelyn stands at 167cm and weighs around 53kg. They have short, messily and sharply cut and greasy brown hair, and dark grey eyes with noticeable bags or rings (ironic given their energetic demeanour). They have an assumedly lithe and gangly build underneath their usual attire but this cannot be easily confirmed, as Evelyn is almost always seen wearing a yellow raincoat, artichoke green overalls and muddy grey boots (usually wet from hanging out in the rain), and reacts violently to anyone who would try and make them remove these. If they were to be seen without their raincoat, it would likely be in a unisex and greasy grey swimsuit.
Evelyn, physicially, is somewhere in their early 20’s, although exact details are uncertain.
Stand
Evelyn is the User of the Stand known as ⌈Twin Peaks Fire Walk With Me⌋. With middling Strength and Speed, poor durability and only being able to extend about 10 metres away from its host, the disturbing figure of skeletal and decaying corpse parts hiding underneath a tarnished and dirtied plastic membrane would be a fairly unremarkable Stand all things considered if not for its ability.
Anything ⌈Twin Peaks Fire Walk With Me⌋ touches has its greatest flaws or weaknesses brought forward and pronounced, more severely the longer ⌈Twin Peaks Fire Walk With Me⌋ holds onto it. These can be either physical (i.e Metal rusts, Glass cracks, Flesh decays, etc), something more abstract (if an item is associated with bad luck, it will now be very unlucky in all regards), or in the case of sapient life, by making their own toxic or crippling personality traits become notably amplified. It can also, in a manner comparable to ⌈Under World⌋, make past traumas or ‘wounds’ return to the surface.
Examples of its ability in use include
The family car breaking apart at the seams and being impossible to drive, getting thrown off the road and killing its occupants
Decay of animals and plant life
Making their uncles despair fuelled toxic personalitry traits take on a more literal and physical form
Touching a boat that had once been capsized and stuck in a frozen lake and making it grow a sheen of frost all over, despite the fact it’s in a harbor on a pleasant Spring day
⌈Twin Peaks Fire Walk With Me⌋ possesses a unique and predatory personality, acting on a conciousness for the most part distinct of its User. It can summon itself at seemingly will and act accordingly, although it prefers to bluster and intimidate individuals before making any moves without its Users consent, with exceptions of do-or-die situations. This attitude is questionable for Evelyn, with it sometimes being cute and endearing, other times deeply aggravating at it trying to scare off someone Evelyn was getting along with.
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faalst-sokink · 5 years
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Yo guys, if you could follow my friend groove1121 on his twitter at https://twitter.com/groove11211, that’d be really swell.
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sword-scream · 6 years
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Different versions of my OC
Made by Orahater: https://twitter.com/Orahater/status/1009550125822140418
Made by Groove1121: https://groove1121.tumblr.com/post/175086541506/commission-for-sword-screamtumblrcom-and-their 
Made by Bebecakart: https://bebecakeart.tumblr.com/post/171401486791/commission-for-sword-scream-of-his-new-oc-name
Made by Shinaartificial: http://shinaartificial.tumblr.com/post/174167324740/commission-oc-watermarked-version
Made by Byolith: http://byolith.tumblr.com/post/172482729444/for-one-of-my-dearest-friends
- There’s more versions of her in the works at the moment, or well more so different styles of her. I am looking for someone to do a reference/character sheet of her around september.
- I absolutely adore every version of her and every artist has a unique style that suited her perfectly!
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tamtamhi · 6 years
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Here’s the gang altogether! For now I’m naming the world that they and all others inhabit: Junk Romance
(From top-left to bottom-right): Grace, Zadalee, Fled, Sunday Punch, Knock Out, Janice, Liezel, and Milleo! 
Janice was adopted from @suplexpizza
and Milleo from @3mangos
Art by the amazingly talented @groove1121
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groove1121 · 5 years
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commission for a client
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groove1121 · 5 years
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