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kayleighraeconley:

This dog kills me

kayleighraeconley:

This dog kills me

can you draw she-hulk play basketball with me as a ball?
Anonymous

piyotycho:

Onsokumaru says in this way today.

cobramonsterboy777:

pixie-mask:

've been seeing all these screencaps but no clip/trailer/tv spot so. Here it is now. (on my tumblr at least)

Okay, so here’s some more footage. I’m still trying very hard to avoid as many spoilers as I can, though.

vaporotem:

HELLYEAH ZANGOOSE commission for Somegamer
Thank you~!<3
~Pokemissions~

vaporotem:

HELLYEAH ZANGOOSE commission for Somegamer

Thank you~!<3

~Pokemissions~

sarahseeandersen:

My social life is sad.

sarahseeandersen:

My social life is sad.

justinmdurden:

Some red head chick. I don’t even know. Filling this sketch book up.

justinmdurden:

Some red head chick. I don’t even know. Filling this sketch book up.

ledbetter53:

HEY READ THIS!

Motts &amp; Fran backstory:

Motts used to be employed at a profitable inn located in the harbor district of a rather large trading town. She spent her days as a dancer/bedwarmer, and was pretty much the definition of slut. (She earned the affable nickname of “Motts the Slot.”) This is where the town’s resident mad scientist met and subsequently fell in love with her. (Back in the day, every town with a population over 1500 had a resident mad scientist. They ideally resided in decrepit haunted mansions, which every town over 1000 would have to have installed. This is why they do censuses. There’s a chart. Really.) So anyway, civil unrest and a cafe bomb later, said scientist of mad persuasion is cradling his bonnie lass as her lifesblood pumps out of a pretty wicked hole in her chest. Bystanders were witness to him stumbling out of the smoke and wreckage cradling her body and rushing off to that rundown mansion at the edge of town that gives everyone the creeps.

The only way he could save her, as it turns out, was to pair her symbiotically with a parasitic entity… basically putting a living organism inside of her to keep her vitals in check. (As with most low level trading towns, this one had a problem with slimes, or flans (depending on which game you’re playing) harassing travelers.) So lovesmitten scientist makes a nice little cage for the slimy goo inside the gaping maw of a wound in Mott’s right breast and binds the two with some kinda alchemical mumbo-jumbo. The flan, or “Fran” as she was so imaginatively named, took on the attributes of her host, Motts, each feeling what the other feels and knowing what the other is thinking.

After awakening from surgery,  Motts fled from her creator and past life, abhorrent to what she had now become. Her and Fran are now nomads, traveling across the land, taking on odd jobs as mercenaries and trying to iron out their differences. From prostitute to parasite infested sellsword in four paragraphs. Thus ends the story of our heroine(s). How about that?


Wow! That&#8217;s a pretty frikkin cool origin story! :D

ledbetter53:

HEY READ THIS!

Motts & Fran backstory:

Motts used to be employed at a profitable inn located in the harbor district of a rather large trading town. She spent her days as a dancer/bedwarmer, and was pretty much the definition of slut. (She earned the affable nickname of “Motts the Slot.”) This is where the town’s resident mad scientist met and subsequently fell in love with her. (Back in the day, every town with a population over 1500 had a resident mad scientist. They ideally resided in decrepit haunted mansions, which every town over 1000 would have to have installed. This is why they do censuses. There’s a chart. Really.) So anyway, civil unrest and a cafe bomb later, said scientist of mad persuasion is cradling his bonnie lass as her lifesblood pumps out of a pretty wicked hole in her chest. Bystanders were witness to him stumbling out of the smoke and wreckage cradling her body and rushing off to that rundown mansion at the edge of town that gives everyone the creeps.

The only way he could save her, as it turns out, was to pair her symbiotically with a parasitic entity… basically putting a living organism inside of her to keep her vitals in check. (As with most low level trading towns, this one had a problem with slimes, or flans (depending on which game you’re playing) harassing travelers.) So lovesmitten scientist makes a nice little cage for the slimy goo inside the gaping maw of a wound in Mott’s right breast and binds the two with some kinda alchemical mumbo-jumbo. The flan, or “Fran” as she was so imaginatively named, took on the attributes of her host, Motts, each feeling what the other feels and knowing what the other is thinking.

After awakening from surgery, Motts fled from her creator and past life, abhorrent to what she had now become. Her and Fran are now nomads, traveling across the land, taking on odd jobs as mercenaries and trying to iron out their differences. From prostitute to parasite infested sellsword in four paragraphs. Thus ends the story of our heroine(s). How about that?

Wow! That’s a pretty frikkin cool origin story! :D

piyotycho:

「Motts (for zackagardner)」
Motts is a character made by zackagardnerhttp://ledbetter53.tumblr.com/post/96719186893/hey-read-this-motts-fran-backstory-motts
It’s interesting by a unique character design.(>▽<

piyotycho:

「Motts (for zackagardner)」
Motts is a character made by zackagardner
http://ledbetter53.tumblr.com/post/96719186893/hey-read-this-motts-fran-backstory-motts
It’s interesting by a unique character design.(>▽<

robotjoe:

blah

spectorumato:

Yuko Akai

New OC >: 3