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grotesquegabby · 5 years

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Auntie Tiger

She is here

huehue~

finally x3

She won’t meet everyone right now but eventually she will. Also it’s time for the spider man meme

@post-itpenny Maggie is in here uwu

She had been waiting for so long. She couldn’t just poke her nose into everything though, it her sister knew she was there it surely would have been the end of her. Despite her strength the lights that Thyone had consumed and absorbed had given her more strength. Plus the idea of destroying what was left of their family seemed so wrong.

But the two boys, oh how precious they were. She knew there were more children of her sister Thyones but these two were different somehow. So special, she couldn’t put her finger on it.

This time though she knew, having returned from a hunting trip she heard the news.

Thyone was dead.

As much as it hurt Tilde, it also filled her with relief. She loved her sister but did not love the things she did to the family. Now that she was gone it was time. Time to meet everyone.

Lennie was feeling much better, though he still had a slight dizzy spell from time to time. He was doing so much better than before. He was petting Kala, who had her head laid on her lap. Ula on the floor with Davey and Mana. Davey was asleep sprawled out like a starfish, with building blocks surrounding him. Mana helping Ula building around him quietly. Kala perked up a bit when Lennie’s phone started buzzing. She made a grunt and went back to relaxing, causing Lennie to give a slight chuckle, “No time for such things huh.” He pulled out his phone and saw it was his brother calling. He pressed the button and put it to his ear, “Hey Bro, what’s up?”

“Did the accursed yellow bitch ever mention any relatives to you?”

Now Lennie wasn’t expecting Billy to ever say that. Up until Amaranthus came Billy had only ever been respectful towards their..blood mother. But when his daughter emerged he became very protective and rebellious. But the insults Lennie still wasn’t used too.

“Uhhh...no she never mentioned any to me.” He slipped off the couch and headed towards the kitchen, “why do you ask?”

“Because I have a woman standing in front of me telling me she’s our aunt from her side of the family...” Billy sounded absolutely enraged but clearly was holding it back. He didn’t want to deal with another Thyone, and the pit forming in Lennie’s gut surely meant he felt the same way. They didn’t want another one, “um...what else is she saying.”

“She is saying how much she’s wanted to meet us and shiii..just...”

“Has she...tried anything at all?” Lennie asked worried for his brothers safety.

“......no, but...” his brother sounded hesitant.

Lennie nodded thought his brother couldn’t see it, “I know...I’m gonna call Dad. You just uh....are you in a public place?”

“As we’re all eldritch creatures here and can cast illusions I don’t see why that matters...” Billy replied a bit snarkily though it was clear to his brother he was trying to joke a just a bit.

Lennie stopped and made a face then chuckled, “You have a point but uh...just stay safe. Text me your location and I’ll be there with dad in a bit.” He hung up the phone. Turning around he found Ula with Mana, “Was that Uncle Billy?” “Yeah I gotta go see him and dad for a little bit, I’m gonna go tell mom alright.” He gave her a smile. He was anxious but trying not to show it but also hopeful, perhaps not everyone on that side of the family was...well to put it lightly. A cold hearted bitch. He kissed the top of Ula’s head and headed off to tell Jelly what was going on. She wasn’t gonna like it he was sure of that.

Meanwhile Cecilio was hanging out in the park having a good old lie down in a hammock. It was a public park nothing against hanging out for a while. His eyes slowly started to close, as he lay in the warmth of the sun.

“So peaceful” He mumbled to himself.

Suddenly his phone rang, causing him to jump and roll right out of the hammock onto the ground, “Ah shit!” He stood up and held his back for dramatic affect, “My bones!” he reached into his pocket and flipped open the little phone, “Hello?”

“Dad?”

Cecilio smiled, it was Lennie. He was so happy to hear from him despite the minor pain he just experienced. “Heya boy-o what’s shaking?” Lennie sighed and seemed to take a moment which worried him. “uh...did Thyone um....I think you should meet me at Billys.” He said rather tiredly. Cecilio frowned, Thyone was dead what trouble had she caused from beyond the grave. He just nodded despite Lennie not being able to see it, “Yeah I’ll be there in a jiff. See ya soon.” He shut the phone up and started hurrying.

It took a while, Lennie couldn’t teleport without a source of water. So he had to take a cab, not too big a deal. But it took longer to get to Billy’s. Apparently Cecilio had gotten their before him waiting by the steps of Billy’s home. Lennie quickly got out and ran to him, “Did you knock?” Cecilio nodded and soon enough Maggie had opened the door. She motioned for them to come in. “You doing alright Tweety?” asked Cecilio concerned. She shrugged, “Um....I don’t know. I’m on edge if I’m honest but...other than that I don’t know.” She closed the door behind them.

Lennie motioned elsewhere, “Where’s Billy?” Maggie frowned a bit and showed them to the living room off to the side. Billy was standing off away from the person in his home glaring. The woman sitting on the couch didn’t seem bothered at all and just smiled.

She looked up at the new comers and smiled warmly when seeing Lennie, “You must be his brother. It’s so good to finally meet you.” Lennie had mixed feelings. “I understand your hesitance knowing my younger sister. She wasn’t....” She hesitated but smiled, “Anyway, I’m sad to hear she’s gone.”

“So you’ve come for revenge then..” growled Billy. The woman shook her head, “not at all, I’ve come to finally meet you is all. I knew if I was around it would have made things harder for you all as she never really liked me.”

During this Maggie looked to Cecilio and he had the same expression as her. He just shrugged and used a finger to close his own dropped jaw.

Cecilio frowned the thing happening with this woman was what he had to go through with everyone when he came around though not to this extent, “How...How do we know you are telling the truth?” She looked at him her smile going down just a bit, “Hmm I suppose I don’t have any proof that I’m not like her. Except....Billy?”

Billy hardened his glare on her which only made her laugh, “I want you to think back to a time when you were young. When you were with your mother.” Billy growled. The woman just gave a sad smile, “I know it was a tough time, but I want you to remember. When you were all by yourself in that tiny little room she gave you.” Billy continued his glare on her, his fingers absentmindedly tapping on his crossed arms. “You had a stuffed animal, a tiger. Do you remember that, you named it Mister Bently.”

Lennie, Maggie and Cecilio all looked at Billy. He blushed just a tinge and growled, “Maybe...it doesn’t matter as she destroyed it once she finally found it. How do you know any of that.” “Cause I was the one who gave it to you.” She admitted, “I wasn’t able to do anything except comfort you. If I had shown myself or tried to take you away. She would have killed both of us. I’m sorry I didn’t do anything to help.” She looked at the floor avoiding Billy’s gaze. He held his glare.

Lennie spoke up, “How were you able to give that to Billy without Thyone knowing though...” Even he was suspicious at this news. “I’m able to block my scent from others, but I can’t do the same for anyone around me. Which is why if I took Billy at the time she surely would have found us both and killed us.”

This was all very.....intense news for Maggie. So she decided to delve a little into the future to see if they could truly trust her while the others asked her questions.

Cecilio was just shocked at this point, “Is there....no offense. More of you?” “Me and one more, the others are gone.” admitted the woman. “um well.. I’m Cecilio.” He said with an awkward wave of his hand and a grin. She smiled, “Tilde..The Untamed. Pleasure to finally meet you.” “So were you around when me and her were....” he tried to ask without really saying it. “Oh no...I was wandering looking for the other lost relatives of ours. I was only able to find the one. She’s somewhere else on this planet. Her and Thyone were twins, never got along well.”

“Twins seem to be a thing in the family.” muttered Cecilio. “Definitely, I had a twin brother as well.” admitted Tilde. “Oooh and I guess he’s also...”

“Dead..yes.” She said.

awkward silence ensued.

It was hours later. Tilde admitted to having helped Lennie and Billy on multiple occasions without their knowledge of her. Having only found Billy when he was with Thyone. And then Lennie when he was with the Elder Calliope.

Right as Maggie was about to speak and tell them what she knows. In walked Amaranthus with Mune following behind her. Tilde stood up surprised and Amaranthus stood surprised. Her little eyebrows furrowed and she pointed and Tilde pointed at her with a big grin.

“A grand Niece!”

“A Stranger!”

they both shouted at once, causing everyone to make a face of some sort.

“She’s adorable!” Tilde commented, “Is she yours? She looks like you.” She looked at Billy who continued his glare on her, “...yes.” Maggie stood close by Amaranthus just in case. Tilde kept her distance though she knew she had to show she could be trusted, “Hey there.” She bent down on one knee, “My names Tilde. I’m your great aunt. What’s your name dear?” Amaranthus grabbed Mune’s hand and pulled him into a protective hug, “...Amaranthus.” She said mumbling. “Such a pretty and unique name. I love your friend, did you make them.” Ama shook her head, “My Doll Grandma made him for me.”

“Doll grandma? oh right Calliope...that’s right Calliope. If you don’t believe me, believe Calliope. She knows me!”

Lennie frowned, “If she knows you why hasn’t she said anything to us?” “Because I told her not too, please just ask her.”

Maggie sighed a small smile on her face, “I believe you.” Tilde looked at Maggie surprised, “You do?” “Yes, I may have peeked a little into the future or some of them. Plus with how you talked with Ama, really shows you aren’t like your sister..” Tilde smiled in relief and sighed happily, “oh thank you.” Billy was harder to convince, “I still don’t trust you.” Tilde frowned, “Well then I guess my only hope is Calliope. Anyway...I wanted to ask since little Ama here is around. Are there others? Did you have any little ones?” She looked at Lennie smiling.

“Yeah..I have a daughter and a son. and another one on the way.” Lennie was far more willing to trust than his brother, but he didn’t blame Billy for that. Tilde smiled a big toothy grin, “So many grand nieces and nephews oh my. I can’t wait to meet everyone but...in due time. I assume then that means you have a mate~ What’s their name?”

“Her name is Jelly, she’s...amazing” Lennies face was like that of a lovesick fool but he composed himself and cleared his throat. “You two have grown up so much. I’m so proud, and I’m sorry for everything.” With that she opened the window and leapt out into the forest beyond. Leaving everyone with mixed feelings.

“So...” Everyone turned to Ama since she has spoken up. “I like her! When’s she coming back?”

#Auntie Tiger #and hopefully she gets a real name as I write this #oc #clown #deadlight #Tilde The Untamed

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acompanionsdiary · 5 years

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Merry Christmess

So, I’ve written my first Good Omens One Shot and thought that you may like it. Just keept in mind that English isn’t my first language and I’m not used to writing in it. Do feel free to critizise and correct me!

-Christmas eve, 0 a.c.- (well, at least something around that date, take or give a couple of years)

Crowley made his way through all the farmer and sheep that were standing in front of a small, racked hut. They were chatting and laughing, most of the sheep had started to search for the best spot of grass and from time to time a dog started barking, soon to be joined by a couple more. It was a mess. Crowley was pretty sure that this wasn't what heaven had intended for the arrival of they're king and savior.

He cursed under his breath when a sheep stept on his foot, brutally squeezing his toes in the process. Stupid angel! Crowley would fall from grace if he wasn't the one responsible for this. Well, he'd actually done that already, but you get the point.

A couple of angels were standing around the manger inside the hut, all of them looking around rather confused and missplaced next to the old oxe and an even more confused and very tired donkey. Next to the baby (He had just fallen asleep, but at the time Crowley had arrived he'd still been fully awake, screaming at the top of his holy lungs, because he got scared by one very nosy sheep) was Aziraphael, looking as miserable as Crowley felt.

Some of the angels flinched when Crowley walked by, but he didn't care, his yellow snake eyes fixed on his old rival. „Angel!“ he greeted him in his best 'This-is-completely-your-fault-don't-even-pretend' – voice. „What is that?“ Aziraphael nervously looked over to his fellow angel-collegues, who followed their heavenly order and had started to ompletely ignore the demon, as they weren't allowed to fight him at this holy day. Not that they would've done so on any other day. Crowley was a particullary minor, unimportant demon and angels, well, most of the time they were rather arrogant.

„Well...“ Aziraphael started, avoiding to look at the demon. „I may have confused one or two things.“ he wispered. „Confused?“ Crowley asked way louder, which made the angel look around panicking. „Shhhh! I told them this was on purpose.“ Crowley was stunned. He expected an apology, not that kind of boldness.

„And what am I suppossed to tell my people? 'I'm sorry, but the guy we'd hoped for all our lifes...well, you know, since forever, who was suppossed to be a king, the most powerful human who has ever lived, was born in a fucking stable, not more than a mere farmers boy.“ „He's a carpenter.“ Aziraphael interfered, falling back to silence immediately when he met Crowleys gaze. „You could tell them the same I did.“ he offered. „That it was a smart move. Everyone would think that Christus is a king or something. In that way we can see who truly believes in him and he can take care off all the poor and miserable people.“ Crowley looked slightly surprised. He raised his eyebrows. „Not bad, angel.“ he admitted. „I still think you did a shit job here, but maybe I did underestimate you.“ Aziraphael smiled. „Thanks, dear!“

In the background the archangel Michael started cursing not very graceful as he stepped in some donkeyshit.

-Christmaseve 1990 a.c.-

The Bently drove through the night, just slightly over the speed limite. It was a quiet night, no need to rush. Crowley tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, trying to stay in tact with a very confused Christmas song he'd recorded a couple of years ago at a christmas party in Freddie Mercurys house. The mixtape was constantly trying to transform into Queen, just to realize that it in fact already was Queen. Crowley used to say that this gave the music a very nice, spirituell touch. Aziraphael never heared the difference. But he did notice the little smile that crept on the demons face every time Freddie started singing. He'd always known that his friend had a little crush on the singer.

They'd spent the evening in the Ritz, as always, eating way too much and drinking a bit more, though Crowley insisted on being sober for driving. He was worried about the Bently, especially since this summers events.

„I'm glad the whole 'Apocalypse-thing' didn't happen.“ Crowley uttered. „We would've been fighting each other by now. That would've been a pitty.“ Aziraphael smiled at his best friend. „Yes dear, it really would have been a pitty to ruin that demonic hair of yours.“ Crowley couldn't help but being a little bit surprised by the angel. He whisteled through his teeth. A century ago he hadn't even realized it when Crowley was being sarcastic and now he was making the same sort of jokes the demon used to. „So I do have a bad influence on you.“ „Well, as far as I recall you stole my idea of mixing up the whole 'chosen one – thing'“ Aziraphael answered without missing a beat. For a moment the both of them fell back to silence, remembering the good old times.

„At least I didn't miss the right date.“ Crowley teased, carefully taking the turn. The last time he'd been driving here, he'd nearly crashed into a delivery man, who'd been standing in the middle of street, holding what Crowley guessed was a love letter (As a demon Crowley reacted very sensible to these sort of things. This time his demonic roots came to light with a big sneeze.)

„It wasn't my fault!Gabriel just couldn't decide. He switched dates two times a day, at least.“ The demon took his eyes off the street to look at the angel who was slightly blushing by now. „Just admit that you completely forgot that it takes nine months till birth when it comes to humans, angel! I already knew anyways. What did you even think? That it happens immediately, like when the old man creates something?“ The angel shrugged, turning bright red by now. Back then he actually did believe it. He thought about the day he figured out how it really worked. It wasn't a very pleasent memory, involving a lot of alcohol, a very drunk Crowley and a pregnant pig (Which could have been a goat thinking about it. Like I said, lots of alcohol). „Don't worry, it's kinda cute.“ the demon hissed, apparently thinking about the same incident. He grinned, but it wasn't much of his usual, devilish smirk. More like – happy.

The reached the crossroad. Crowley stopped the car. „You wanna stay at my place tonight?“ he asked, suddenly not wanting to spend the rest of the night alone. It was christmas after all, the feast of love and everything. „End this how it started, celebrate a new age without doomsday coming up, you know.“ Aziraphael grabbed the demons hand. „I'd love to, dear!“

#good omens #ineffable husbands #fanfiction #christmas #neil gaiman #Terry Pratchett #crowley #aziraphael

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emmabebe0906art · 7 years

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///STROBE WARNING!!!///

HYAAAA THIS is finally done!! Everything hurts but it was Worth it Here’s an amv I’ve been working on for about a month or two?? Because I love this song,,, its so good

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCKjrS7tww8

YT Version: https://youtu.be/ZC5v4d82Gxc

story & characters under the cut!! vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv

You can find most of the story here (and more info about the world it takes place in!!): http://emmabebe.deviantart.com/art/Cherry-Ref-563827929

But the tl;dr version is Jake, Cherry, and Lilac were siblings living on the streets who eventually got into crime, & the authorities caught them and erased their memories/personalities and separated Cherry & Lilac from Jake when they were released again.

Jake was found and taken in by Camellia, and Cherry/Lilac was found and taken in by Adobe.

Cherry became second in command in the group Adobe formed, and their goal was to make a safe-haven for plain characters, and kill off the cool looking characters so that their kind won’t be forgotten in the real world as much ( if they are the only ones left to remember ).

On Jake’s side, he’s doing pretty well, him and Camellia are crime partners & are able to be sneaky enough to get away with it.

On Cherry’s side, things go downhill when Adobe goes missing. She gets very paranoid and over-stressed with the task of taking over for Adobe and managing the group. It’s very difficult and she starts to suspect that the group is conspiring against her and that they’re going to tell the authorities they’ve been committing genocide.

She starts killing off people in the group that she thinks are suspicious and are going to rat her out, and the group grows to fear her. Nobody’s allowed to leave, and it becomes a dictatorship. Lilac, her sister, gets fed up with Cherry and decides to try and talk to her about the situation. Cherry, feeling betrayed, angry, paranoid, and scared, lashes out and accidentally kills her. This was the last straw for the group, and it completely disbands. Cherry escapes back to the city, and gets ambushed by three characters, but she easily overpowers two of them, the third one running away. Jake, being nearby, sees the commotion in the alley and goes to check it out. Jake finds Cherry there with two dead bodies, and feels a weird sense of nostalgia & familiarity for her, so he tries to get her to join him & Camellia, and Cherry accepts.

Umm! There’s some guest characters in this amv too btw! I don’t own them I got them from this journal: http://emmabebe.deviantart.com/journal/gimmie-ur-refs-675371816 But here are all the characters in the video (in order of appearance)!!

(mine) JAKE: http://emmabebe.deviantart.com/art/Jake-Ref-585485995 (mine) CHERRY: http://emmabebe.deviantart.com/art/Cherry-Ref-563827929 (mine) CAMELLIA: http://emmabebe.deviantart.com/art/Camellia-Ref-584381156 (mine) LILAC: http://emmabebe.deviantart.com/art/Lilac-Ref-656115705 (mine) ADOBE: http://emmabebe.deviantart.com/art/Upload-Adobe-Refs-609878445 SCRAP: http://poiterghost.deviantart.com/art/my-logic-will-prevail-669760273 INDI: http://lunacaked.deviantart.com/art/indi-ref-2017-667876175 ALT: http://aryprower.deviantart.com/art/Alt-Reference-sheet-655683482 TONY: http://toyhou.se/848518.tony#3094136 MARA: http://lightningclaw13.deviantart.com/art/Mara-672764341 BENTLY (deleted??): http://lunar-lex.deviantart.com/art/Bentley-Ewer-flatcolor-ref-645205425 BRINK: https://toyhou.se/806236.brink#2931477 ABIGAIL: http://midnight-murkrow.deviantart.com/art/Abigail-Floyd-ref-624234096 WINSWORTH: http://chiickenleggy.deviantart.com/art/Winsworth-Ref-621551595 (another deleted one that I cant find?? It was a yellow anthro dog w/ clothes and red cheeks I think) DAILA: http://toyhou.se/917226.daila#3354750 HYENA REMIX: http://toyhou.se/681293.hyena-remix/gallery#2982225 PINEAPPLE: https://toyhou.se/347738.pineapple#1211021

DEVIANTART ☆ http://emmabebe.deviantart.com/ TUMBLR ☆ https://www.tumblr.com/blog/emmabebe0906art TWITTER ☆ https://twitter.com/flopdoodles

#animation #amv #artists on tumbkr #art #oc #ocs #jake #camellia #cherry #lilac #adobe #animated

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itsworn · 6 years

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This 1955 Chevy Convertible is the Ultimate PCH Cruiser

Picture this: you’re sitting at Ruby’s Shake Shack in Newport Beach, California on a typical sunny Sunday afternoon enjoying some fries and a delicious shake. Behind you waves are crashing on the beach and kids are playing in the sand, but that’s not where you’re looking because you’re staring dreamily at Pacific Coast Highway (PCH) watching all the cars ritzy Newport Beach has to offer. There goes a Porsche, a few Teslas, and another Porsche. Ooh a Ferrari. Was that a Rolls Royce? Yep. Bentley, Maserati, Lambo—check, check, check. You’re not even noticing the countless BMWs and Mercedes at this point. Remember, this is a typical sunny Sunday afternoon.

So if you live in coastal Southern California and you’ve got a few bucks to spend on a weekend cruiser, what ever could you do to stand out? The only logical answer is to be completely illogical.

Enter Andrew Gabriel. He wasn’t interested in driving down to the local Bentley dealership and dropping six-figures to simply blend into the herd. No, he had another idea, one that pulled its inspiration from experiences in his youth years ago. As Gabriel tells us, “My childhood friend’s neighbor had a yellow ’57 [Bel Air] that I use to stare at whenever the garage was open. When we were shooting hoops one day after class his neighbor fired it up and drove off and I remember telling my friend, ‘I’m doing to get one of those one day.’”

That first obsession with Tri-Five Chevys stuck with him all these years until his career afforded him the opportunity to make good on that goal. Although he grew up watching his grandfather toil away on Ford Woodies, Andrew wasn’t interested in trying his hand at building or restoring a car himself. He much preferred the idea of having an old car that was built by someone with some real experience. Andrew’s journey toward a ’55 Chevy started with him looking to purchase a car that had already received a full restomod treatment. But the longer he looked, the more he realized that he would never find that perfect Tri-Five for cruising PCH. Lucky for Andrew though, he was introduced to Craig Morrison of Art Morrison Enterprises who, in turn, introduced him to Scott Bonowski of Hot Rods and Hobbies in Signal Hill, California. Trusting his referrals, Andrew jumped in head first and had Scott begin the search for a usable ’55 Chevy convertible.

“I was having a beer with a couple friends,” Andrew recalled, “when Scott called me and said, ‘This is your car!’” The car he was referring to was a 1955 Bel Air convertible in Kansas. Andrew, eager to get the build going, didn’t hesitate to have the car purchased and brought out to Southern California.

With Craig Morrison in the conversation and aspirations of modern ride and handling characteristics, a full chassis from Art Morrison was the obvious starting point for Andrew’s Chevy. The chassis showed up to Hot Rods and Hobbies complete with an independent font suspension (IFS) and a four-link in the rear with JRi coilovers at all four corners. A Ford 9-inch from Strange Engineering is the centerpiece for the four-link and houses 31 spline axels with a limited-slip differential and 3:73 gears. The chassis also came with some serious brakes. In the front live six-piston Wilwood disk brakes with 13-inch rotors while the rear gets slightly smaller 12-inch rotors and four-piston calipers. Braking assistance is lent by an electric booster from ABS Power Brakes.

The next part of the restomod equation was the engine and what better than the power and reliability of an LS3 crate motor from Chevrolet Performance? For even more performance and style, the LS was topped with a Precision Metal Craft intake manifold pulling air through a custom dual intake and two K&N air filters. Hot Rods and Hobbies fitted a Billet Specialties Tru Trac Serpentine System on the front of the LS3 to handle the ancillaries along with Billet Specialties valve covers to match. To keep engine temperatures under control, an aluminum radiator from Mattson’s Custom Radiators paired with electric fans from SPAL are fed by an Edelbrock water pump. The final piece of the puzzle was the exhaust which was made much easier by custom-fitting headers from Art Morrison. The rest of the system was custom fabricated by the guys at Hot Rods and Hobbies. When it was all said and done, the LS3 made a stout but streetable 495 horsepower and 473 lb-ft of torque. Since Andrew’s Bel Air would be a PCH cruiser, an automatic transmission was his preferred choice, so behind the LS went a 4L65E transmission.

With the boxes checked for modern performance and reliability, it was time for Scott and his crew at Hot Rods and Hobbies to focus on making the ’55 stand out visually. Andrew didn’t want to blend into the background while cruising around in Newport Beach but he also didn’t want to draw cheap attention by painting the car in some ridiculously flashy hue. “Picking the paint color was pretty stressful,” Andrew told us, but in the end the color was one of his overall favorite parts of the Chevy. After much deliberation, they settled on a custom mix of midnight blue which Scott sprayed on the car using Axalta paint. “Badass but subtle and understated,” was the goal according to Andrew and if you’ve paid much attention to the pictures, that goal was certainly accomplished.

While the paint itself is quite enchanting, it’s the little details around the car that make all the difference. They cleaned up the car big time by removing all the emblems, the hood ornament, and the gas filler door (which was then moved behind the left taillight a-la-1956 Chevy). The windshield frame was also chopped 1-inch and flattened while both front and rear bumpers were shaved, narrowed, and pulled in tighter to the body. All the once-chrome trim was then sent down the street to Artistic Silver Plating Inc. in Signal Hill, California and nickel-plated to match the subdued look Andrew wanted. Furthermore, custom flush door handles were installed along with a new custom grill. The final touch for Andrew’s ’55 came in the form of Schott Mod 5 wheels wrapped in Continental Sport Contact tires. In the front, 245/45R17 tires were mounted on 17X8-inch wheels while out back, 275/45R18 tires went on 18X10-inch wheels.

In a convertible that would see countless hours of top-down coastal cruising, the look of the interior was almost as important as the exterior. Mark Lopez of Elegance Auto Interiors in Upland, California was tasked with creating a refined and luxurious feel inside the Bel Air. Ferrari tan leather was chosen to contrast the midnight blue paint and covers a majority of the interior from the front and rear seats to the custom dash and door panels. While the seats and dash get a little Ferrari, the carpet gets some Mercedes Benz—Saddle-colored Mercedes Velour carpeting to be exact. Speedhut gauges are located just above the ididit tilt steering column and 15-inch stock-style steering wheel giving Andrew a simple and stylish view from the driver’s seat. In the custom center console is a Pioneer head unit installed by Carlos Rodriguez at Art of Sound in Upland, California which controls a full Rockford Fosgate sound system. Also in the center console live the controls for the Vintage Air A/C along with a Lokar shifter.

When all was said and done, “The most challenging part has been testing my patience with the time it took to build,” said Andrew. It’s been three years now since he purchased the ’55 and his only gripe with the whole process is that he didn’t do it sooner. Regardless of timeframe, he finally has that badass but subtle car that he can pull out of the garage and rip around town whenever he wants. Now on any given sunny Sunday afternoon in Newport Beach, you’re still sure to see plenty of Ferraris and Bentlys, but if you’re lucky, you’ll also see one stunner of a convertible 1955 Chevy Bel Air cruise by too.

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