I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky...
Finally got crazy arms and legs from Crazy Bricks (thanks to Kamino Bricks), just in time to join the Based on a Song challenge.
This is also my first entry to the Toy Photographers Bingo challenge.
Prompt: Minimalist ✔️
It is a year long challenge on Toy Photographers MeWe community and includes prizes by Lensbaby. Everyone is welcome to join!
Learn more about it here.
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street photographer ghost who has mastered taking the perfect candid photos without ever getting caught. he just has an eye for subjects, both mundane and unique in style, and he enjoys his work. it's just that simple.
soap is one of those subjects. there's something naturally captivating about him, the way he carries himself and seemingly bends the world to his will all around him, and ghost wastes no second doing what he does best—candids that frame their subject like they're the centre of the universe even when any other passerby might blink and miss those singular moments.
except—as ghost snaps a few more photos and briefly glances at the raw images, he sees that the man he'd been taking pictures of is looking directly down the barrel of the lens by the end of the set of photos, a grin on his face, hand blurred in a wave in the frozen frames ghost had captured.
when he puts the camera down, he sees the man still waving at him from across the street before he's quickly glancing both ways and jogging across to meet ghost.
"almost didn't see you," he breathes.
ghost bites back a that's the point, instead focusing on carefully tucking his camera back into its bag.
"i'm sorry," ghost eventually apologizes. "i'll delete them if—"
"the opposite, actually," the man cuts in. "i wanted to see them."
ghost tenses. the rare times he's been caught out usually don't... result in this. "really?"
"mhm." another bright grin. "i'm soap, by the way. or—john, if you're lookin' to be all formal like."
pulling his camera back out, ghost cocks an eyebrow. "soap?"
soap shakes his head. "don't worry about it." he winks. "unless we meet again."
ghost snorts. captivating had certainly been the right word to describe soap.
"why don't we see if you even like the photos first, yeah?"
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Mumma to the Rescue
The inexperienced hunter hatzegopteryx accidentally dropped its prey. The baby tethyshadros fall to where its mother is desperately trying to catch it.
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Tim Drake’s got a history with cloning. So does Vlad Masters.
Tim is past his “cloning-deceased-best-friends-in-the-basement” phase. Really, he is. But back when he wasn’t, he’d had all sorts of research compiled, on every type of cloning tech ever recorded.
One company, VladCo, had negotiated itself an amount of Cadmus’ exclusive resources to study the interactions between cloned tissue and recently-discovered ectoplasm. The quasi-sentient abilities of ectoplasm, in theory, might help fill a host body with a real soul.
The contract Tim had dug up is frankly insane. VladCo is in no way beholden to share the results of its study, nor does it need to return any of the equipment, and VladCo’s relationship with Cadmus is under a strictly worded gag order. Nobody in their right mind would’ve signed it. Cadmus did, and aside from a few million dollars, Vlad Masters got his machines gratis.
And now, a couple years after the contract was signed, fulfilled, and buried away, VladCo has done a grand total of nothing with it.
The guy’s rich. And a genius. There’s no way all that tech’s been left to collect dust in storage with how aggressively it was acquired. Masters was going to do something with it, and it was going to be revolutionary. (Tim had actually planned to steal into VladCo for notes, before the thing with the Brain, and Cassie finding out, and the intervention that followed… yeah. He’s over it.)
It’s suspicious as all get out. Eventually, though, the whole Masters deal took a back burner to a crisis (followed by a crisis… followed by a crisis).
But now with Kon and Bart back, and a few less things on his plate, Tim thinks the responsible thing to do is finally head a classic Team investigation to Master’s Manor, Wisconsin.
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i follow a wax trax group on facebook with a lot of OG industrial fans---one of them posted this, saying that this is how they used to have to watch Nine Inch Nails' Broken music video series before it was unshelved. i love it, it reminds me of a better time on this planet.
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