Month: August 2017

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in-sideunder:

I’ve had the opportunity to see a lot of spooky/horror films with my sister lately, and it’s been great for monster dude inspiration, haha. Here’s three new dudes +bonus Bishop. (I missed drawing monster guys ahhhhhhhh)

Some notes! Mr. Scratch is a redesign of an old character I had in 2012. As you’ve probably guessed, he’s Actually The Devil. Write your name in the Red Book, get whatever material thing you want, boom bam, lose your soul. Though he doesn’t focus on breaking down the righteous and the devout – Scratch appears to those who have been broken and beaten by the world, to those who are willing and who feel they have nothing left to lose.

Strings is a quiet fellow, a ghoul/spirit who is not at all malicious. Just creepy. Does a lot of looming in peripherals. He is attracted to negativity and feeds on it. He’ll follow individuals with a lot of sorrow or negativity until they have no more left to eat, and then quietly go on his way to find a new source of food. Strings begins to look more rotted and frightening the more negative energy he eats, so essentially the more good he does the scarier he appears.

Bishop is a haunted real estate agent who is also a big sensitive baby. He’s an older character, inspired by these crazy vintage costumes. (I want one.)

I’ve always loved the idea of porcelain faces hiding hideous monsters and unspeakable terrors. William is a lurker of high society. He blends in fairly well, despite his appearance, and is able to fool people into trusting him. You can usually find William on dark street corners or in quiet hallways.

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I see you’re on fire, hoooly crap :DDDD

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damnyourguts:

damnyourguts:

The only glow up i care about

Okay guys here is the story. This is my cat Grace, she is 1 year old and a british shorthair. I was never allowed a dog, even though one could help me a lot with my depression and anxiety. I never expected to find such a deep connection with a cat. But I did.

I picked Grace from the bunch and named her. From day 1 she only felt comfy around me and only wanted to be near me and no one else in the family.

We developed this amazingly good bond. She can sense when Im sad/panicked/triggered and comes cuddle with me when I do. Whenever I relapsed into selfharm, she would lay on my bandaged up arm to make me feel better and to protect the wounds. She would purr and fall asleep on my arm.

She sleeps in my room and in my bed/lap/neck. She makes me feel good and safe and I love her to bits.

Now I dont live in the best household, so for my mental health i have to move out asap. This could still take a while though. Unfortunately my dad forbid me to Grace with me when I move.

Eventhough she is so important to me, he is convinced she is his becauae he paid for her. (Even though she is fucking terrified of my dad, she wont go near him)

So i proposed a challenge, if this post got 10000 notes, I could take Gracey with me when i move out.
That would mean that I have my biggedt support with me in my new safe environment.

With every like and reblog I get closer to being allowed to take her with me. Thank you so incredibly much.

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kintatsujo:

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valterbecks:

So this year the Conservative party of Canada decided to book a convention at the same time as Anime North, in the same building. Meaning it’s basically been a bunch of us gays/nerds walking around in costume, confusing the fuck out of groups of politicians and businessmen. 

(A couple of them actually called the cops on us because there were people walking around with giant cardboard weapons. And the police were like “what do you expect us to do? It’s a comic con, we can’t tell them to stop… they literally go through a weapons check at the event”).

(My friends and I also had some of them come up to us at a restaurant to ask us “what the fuck an anime was” and if it was just “one big party”).

This is one of the funniest things that has ever happened to me….

This happened to me in Charlotte a couple of years back. HeroesCon and the state’s Republican convention were at the same venue on the same weekend.

I witnessed men give an extremely wide berth to a passing Silent Hill cosplayer, a LOT of head shaking, and one woman actually clutched her pearls.

The best part was watching the Republicans attempting to find a place to sit when they broke for lunch and staring at the eating area with both disdain and dispair with their trays.

It was glorious.

A potentially-apocryphal story that has been going around for ages in my friends:

One year, there was an anime/comic con scheduled in Las Vegas at the same time as a Baptist convention.

There was a gentleman of some stature and size who was cosplaying as a demon character of some kind (I have heard it as ‘Goliath from Gargoyles’ as well) who left his room to head to the masquerade and convention floor.

He traveled down a few floors in the elevator and then the doors opened again…. to reveal a group of little old Baptist ladies waiting, all in their church hats and Sunday best, to go to a show.

They blinked at him.

He blinked at them.

And then he smiled broadly at them, one and all, and said “going down?” in a deep, stentorian voice  with a gallant sweep of his arm.

Apparently the door closed without a single one getting on or saying a word.

I can’t imagine why.

One con I used to go to was regularly scheduled at the same time as a cheerleading competition

Most of us didn’t mind the kids and teenagers, of course, although some of them were a little perplexed by us

The actual issue was all the soccer moms, hence why an elevator ride with Pyramid Head turned awkward for much different reasons than you’d expect one year (you’d think the lady would have at least had the sense not to whisper loudly at her kids not to look at PH as if she thought we couldn’t hear her)

Dianne, you’re the one who thinks it’s appropriate to put your little girl in a costume you’d find on the Dallas Cowboys’ cheer squad, you’ve got no place for moralizing.

(And yes, I know Pyramid Head is a horror character, but she was just leaning against the corner of the elevator and not DOING anything besides trying to get a rest on her way back to her room)

Man, the last few [that convention]s I attended were a TRIP. Saw a super-adorable Zidane Tribal get chased down and mobbed for photos by what seemed to be an entire cheerleading team… and a girl who couldn’t have been older than twelve getting a pep talk from some of her friends before asking a Sailor Moon group if she could pose for a picture with them. (They said yes, naturally.) It was overcrowded and LORD some of those parents were jerks, but I do miss moments like that.

About the Goliath story above – I’ve heard it told as “Ifrit from FF8”, “[Hellsing] Alucard with all the extra eyes and mouths and stuff”, and “a Klingon warlord”, so who knows how old/true it is….

my fave cross-convention event i’ve witnessed was still the year some huge GA Tech sporps thing overlapped with Dragoncon and the Hilton bar was full of drunk Klingons cheerfully singing karaoke with a load of drunk college football fans.

ameliasscanwells:

out of all the stuff in Kai Cole’s article, this one bit is what jumped out at me:

“When I was running ‘Buffy,’ I was surrounded by beautiful, needy, aggressive young women. It felt like I had a disease, like something from a Greek myth. Suddenly I am a powerful producer and the world is laid out at my feet and I can’t touch it.”

-because to me, it speaks volumes about Whedon’s opinion of women. These “beautiful, needy, aggressive young women” are his employees. He is, functionally, their manager. There is nothing sexual about the employee/manager relationship, nor should there be. The fact that he looked at them and thought “the world is laid out at my feet and I can’t touch it” instead of “I have hired these women to do a job, and it is my responsibility to ensure that they do the job well and in a safe working environment” tells me that he has never in his life looked at women as his equals. He looks at them as potential fucktoys. And while there will unfortunately never be real consequences for directors who treat their actors like this, there should be.