FeceMan grins as a swirled red-and-black ripple surges up from his feet, covering over his entire body and warping his face. His normally stoic countenance has transformed; he leers, his gaping maw filled with jagged teeth gleaming like ivory. Two upswept white patterns, almost like skewed teardrops but with ragged edges, cover where his eyes once laid. FeceMan cackles, a horrible melding of two voices that speak only of wanton destruction and agony. Holding up a hand, his vile mouth broadens, a black tongue dripping with viscous saliva occasionally flicking out. His fingers meld together and reshape themselves into the form of a two-headed axe.
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You want to play, *****? 🙂
Originally posted by fever red
I'm so jealous of your Amazing Sewing Power, Bad S.
Chain your hubby in the basement until he slims down! Or just for fun...
I cannot have you think for a second that I can actually sew a stitch! That's just a yellow spandex body suit. All of the details are just fabric painted on with a small acrylic brush.
GhettoGoblin--haven't seen you around in a while.
Robo--if Red and I want to talk about clothes, then you will all suffer the discussion. It's not like we do it often, if ever. Oh, yeah, there was that talk about Kasady's tank top from the 3rd Venom vs. Carnage book...
Mane-- Thanks. My 7-year-old was the photographer, and he seems to be pretty good at it. I attribute his ability to his experience playing the N64 Pokemon Snap game. I think it even helped me a little.
FeceMan--On behalf of Robo, and taking your own advice, you may try to smite me if you'd like. Good luck. 😉 But I think I should warn you that I may have a surprising amount of fight in me.
Oh, but now, your mini story post caught my eye, and so did the words "viscous saliva"-- Very nice. Instead of fighting, I may just have to succumb to you...
orangepointdexte--thanks for pointing us to it--I would like to check that out.
Nataku-- 😄 You're funny. Maybe you crushed everyone else, but when I observed you throw the first body and crush it beneath your Gundanium heel, I bailed out the back door...
Speaking of "overall discomfort," I just came home from rock climbing. You wear a harness that, sensibly, buckles round your waist... so far, good... then, for reasons known only to the wicked designer, two loops go round each leg, snug up into...yes, into THERE. And when you fall, and the harness catches you...
This may be why there's such gender equity in this sport; many men wash out in the first few days!
Anyway, at the gym, I looked at all these humans flexing and extending their entire bodies, gripping and pushing up the rocks, often climbing nearly parallel to the ground, creeping along overhangs- and I realized- Spidey doesn't climb right at all! Nor do our beloved syms. All the artists should go to a rock climbing gym, to experience the physical mechanics of climbing.
The art would be amazing, then. The expert climbers move with such abandon and unusual poise- it's nothing you'd anticipate would be the best way to scale a wall, but when you see it, it makes perfect sense and visibly defines the energy and flow of the motion.
By the way, I climbed to the ceiling and went into stealth mode.