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Pose Pack - Versuta Dream and AO Hud on standing pictures.
Hair - Stealthic - Blight @ The Fifty
Outfit - 1 Hundred. Freak Heat
Jacket - Addams // Penelope Leather Jacket // Legacy
Back Pack - Liyue-UwU // FACTPACK
Shoes - REIGN.- THIGH HIGH SNEAKERS (LEGACY-FLAT)
Brian traversing alongside some choice graffiti under the Foothill Expressway overpass in Cupertino California in 1992.
Taken with Nikkormat FTn, scanned, very slightly cropped, and dust cleaned up.
A freak snowstorm blew into southern Quebec around twilight on April 4th. Flakes illuminated by headlights left streaks during the time the camera's shutter was open (1/10th of a sec).
Viejo tren abandonado que recorría de Antofagasta a Uyuni
Old abandoned train that ran from Antofagasta to Uyuni
Freak world that’s digitalized
Robots and humans hybridized
Transhumanism and algorithm
Communism and Darwinism
Higher consciousness: Beast Mark
Cyberpunked by Karl Marx
Thoughtcrimes and mind control
Thought police and doublespeak
Can’t buy or sell without chip
Must follow the Beast script
Wokeism and Maoism
Fascism and Occultism
Flickr Uploadr was not working today. It took several attempts to upload this one today, nearly causing me to live out the theme of this photo.
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Created for this week's Toy Sunday theme Freak Out
Este viernes inauguración a las 17:00 en Yoyobloke, Villaviciosa de Odón
This is a back cover from a Freak bros underground comic. All hail, the power of the FREAK Bros Can I get an amen?
The Revised Freak Platform.
Comes in seven different colors w/gold & silver options for only L$300.
Can be found at the Showroom:
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Wulf%20Creek/186/102/26
No this colour combination is not photoshopped. This flower exists with half red and half white peddles.
It is growing in the Dahliengarten (dahlia gardens) in Hamburg Bahrenfeld, in which there are over 14.000 flowers of about 800 dahlia varieties.
Theo Ceccaldi Freaks - 09.08.2019 - Bezau Beatz 2019, Remise Wälderbähnle
www.jazzfoto.at/konzertfotos19/_bezau_beatz/theo_ceccaldi...
Besetzung:
Théo Ceccaldi: Violin, Keyboard, Vocals
Valentin Ceccaldi: Cello, Bass
Quentin Biardeau: Sax, Keyboard, Vocals
Mathieu Metzger: Sax
Giani Caserotto: Guitar
Etienne Ziemniak: Drums
I don't know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every other part of my body is broken too.
Buồn quá ^ ^
Le Castle Vania - Freak (The Otherside Series, Vol.2)
Sound City Files, Volume 1 - Chapter 2
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< Sound City Files, Volume 1 - Chapter 1
Her mind drifted to a time before the darkness. Before they had stolen her light away. She's in the parking garage of their building. It's late. There's a chill in the air, but she spent far too long getting ready to give in. Besides... she'd be warm soon enough.
It was gorgeous, with lines and curves anyone would drool over. A thing of beauty, meant to be ridden hard and fast. It used the newest regenerative power system, meaning it basically never needed to have the hydrogen cells serviced. It was the newest model, the salesman said it was only the 73rd they had sold yet.
She could hear him in the stairwell, his boots giving a heavy thud with each step. He stopped.
"Ah, s4!t."
She giggled to herself quietly. She could stop him from going back, he didn't need the old identifier anymore. The new bike was DNA coded to both of them already. But where's the fun in that?
As usual he wasted no time and was back to the door before she even realized it. She stood up from leaning on the bike seat, and he rounded the corner. His eyes went wide.
A bright flash. The pain of the rifle stock rings through her head. A lucky shot. The goon had been around the corner taking a leak when she got there and got the drop on her for a moment. It was just long enough for the one she was already dealing with to take a swipe with his own sword. She dodged. Mostly. The smell of burnt hair was intense. Strands of blue hair fluttered down beside her. So much for split ends.
"You son of a..."
She grabbed the sneaky rat by the jaw, kicked her leg back, and flipped him over her into the cheeky swordsman. Her sword flicked almost faster than the eye can see, from the ground to above her head... then smoothly into the sheath as she turned to walk away.
"You never touch a ladies hair without permission. Ever."
The viscous sounds and gurgling told her the situation was handled.
He drops his duffel bag almost as fast as he drops his jaw. She's poised, hands running over her body slowly, teasingly. The bodysuit left just barely enough to his imagination. An imagination clearly running wild. She knows he can't resist. The bodysuit is knit and soft... and very revealing.
"Like what you see?"
She bites her lip and looks him up and down... then right in the eyes. The garage is dark, but not enough to hide such a rugged shape. Without looking away he walks to her slowly, each step gaining pace. As they meet, his strong hands replace hers, as he pushes her back onto the seat.
"Hey, silly. Didn't you wonder why I'm out here like this?"
He shakes his head. His hand cradles her back as he takes in her scent.
"The motorcycle!" She giggled again.
He leans back a bit, still holding her.
"What?"
She pats the seat.
"Isn't she beautiful?"
His eyes drift back to her body, taking her in slowly. His arm stings from the smack.
"Ow!" He laughs softly. "It's ALMOST as beautiful as you. Well, maybe...."
She gives him a sassy look and raises an eyebrow as he clears his throat.
"It's yours."
His face turns serious.
"How? What?"
She shakes her head.
"Don't worry about it. CorGen pays well, remember? You're the best thing to ever happen to me."
She nods to the bike. "This doesn't even come close to how much you mean to me."
He leans in quickly, pressing his lips firmly to hers.
"I love you."
His hand slips under the back of her bodysuit, up to the middle of her back. Her legs wrap around his waist, and she tugs at his belt buckle. He yanks down her straps and his heavy body presses her back against the handlebars as his kisses trail down her neck, lower...
The rain stings against her face. The motorcycle races through the streets as sirens wail in the distance. Of course they would be. The people seeing all of this wouldn't understand. They see a crazy woman rampaging through the city hunting CorGen Security. They don't understand.
They can't.
She screams into the OSDS mask and focuses her gaze to the CorGen doors still distant in the haze. She reaches back with her right hand, masterfully unlatching the lock on her katana and flicking on the ultrasonic edge at the same time.
His voice echoes in her mind, like some sort of sweet torment.
"I love you. I love you. I love you"
Her tears send what's left of her makeup streaming down her face as the tip of her sword drags the ground, showering sparks in all directions.
"I love you too, baby."
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Sound City Files, Volume 1 - Chapter 3 >
This was a LOT of custom pose work. I think maybe.... like one or two minor things are the same as the pose I started from. No matter how many times I use Black Dragon to work with fingers in the pose editor... it's always tedious. C'est la vie!
❤️ Epi
if you are on the Boardwalk of Coney Island it is hard to miss the Paint Ball Contest where you attempt to shoot the freak.....hmmmmm, I didn't see anyone try this and I didn't try it either but later I did a little looking on the net and there is plenty there to view and read.
For those interested in shooting the freak, check the Tube Video Here