crapton of gift art for some friends! Was just doodling what designs I remembered roughly. And then made Caroline scary because Caroline needs more scary faces.
7 months ago · 14 notes
This is nearly an hour long, folks. It’s basically Clint and me hiking, then creeping around the high school like a pair of jackasses.
School is out, and even if it WEREN’T out I don’t think they’d be happy about me wandering in and snapping photos everywhere. So unless someone from Berlin, NH or who’s visited the school for competitions can enlighten me*, this is about as good as it gets.
Listen to us blather about our vacation, story ideas, and how exhausted and in pain we are :D !! Yes folks, I was bitten, burnt, and bled to get you this quality footage. NOW WORSHIP THE GROUND I WALK ON!!!11
(*I don’t think my sister, who has traveled there for volleyball stoof, is terribly aware of the culture up there considering she INSISTED it was pronounced Ber-lynn like the German city when EVERYONE up there will auto-correct you to Buhr-lin. Good jorb Kara *shakes fist at little sister* )
10 months ago · 0 notes
HEY LOOK. IF UMBAGOG DIDN’T HAPPEN, HERE’S AN ALT. BERLIN.
His name is Matt. He’s suffered through Anorexia, the fashion world and getting over the fact that he means nothing to his Father. He’s accepted that his Fiance’ has left him for being completely nutso in the head.
In fact, he’s doing entirely too well. He’s gotten weight back on his frame. He’s not as built as he was back in highschool, but who cares? He’s not as high strung about his clothes, but who cares? In fact, he even switched job positions and now is just your everyday local weatherman. He makes about the same, but he’s less stressed about chasing hazardous weather. He just reports them.
He’s adopted two of his young cousins, who are Lee (7), and Ellen (5). They’ve seen a lot for children, so he’s been practicing hard on giving them the best life they could possibly get.
Hell, he even takes them to Mardi Gras’ every year, where he bumped into a face from the past, and managed to strike up a not so drunk conversation with Lance, the blondie from a decade ago in his past. Writes him letters now too. Mostly about food.
All in all, if Umbagog hadn’t happened, Matt’s life would have turned around and gotten indefinitely better.
I still like to ship Matt and Lance. So who knows, alt. Umbagog could be totally legit in my sketchbook.
Also, Matt’s theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s1e4nIxSVUk&list=FLEkTziOgVkSDNrPUJc_XfHQ&index=34&feature=plpp_video
GEEeeee!! So perfect! I can now totally understand why Lance got with that. Though seriously Lance come on. I know you were coming down from a cocaine high and all but DUDE, not cool!
He looks so different when he’s not blue.
AHAHAHAH PERFECT.
And as he stood next to the unsuspecting human, Berlin gritted his teeth. “You better be grateful.” He groused into the phone, before slapping it shut and sliding it into his jeans. His JEANS for fucking christ sake. He desperately needed his slacks like a comfort blanket. These were chafing him in areas he wasn’t certain he wanted to know he had. Until it was too late. They were chafed. And this jacket was gaudy. Cheap fabric made for idiots who thought the gay culture was surrounded with pop worshipers. He’d pop their worship…
Berlin shook his head, and put it back into the game. Just a few hours longer. “So sweetie, you know. I was thinking—”
“Oh god, stop iiiit. You stupid bitch. No but really, for reals. What were you thinking?”
Berling gripped his knees in such a death grip that had never been gripped before, nearly pulling his kneecaps off in the process. “I was thinking… I have some nice clothes back at my place. Some jewelery, you could, perhaps, come with your friends. We could make a total girls night about it!”
“Oh. My. God. Bitch, you are so smart. Let me call my friends up!”
Berlin saw red. He grimaced. And grimaced some more. And as soon as he told her what road to go towards. Right near the jocks. He nodded for her to follow. He bore listening to her giggle fits, and her chattering. But if she called him bitch one more time—
“Hey biiiiitch.” She cooed.
Berlin walked slowly down the small hill to the road, spotting the group of jocks. His eyes were narrowed, and every step was filled with rage, walking up to the Cat. His face had a spray of blood over it, hair stained mahogany and rust. The first thing he did was unzip the jacket blatantly before Michael and shove the blood soaked clothing article right to him. The teeny bopper print shirt next, leaving him topless. Then sharply, he added,
“I’m sorry. Not even you could make me suffer through ‘gay bitch’ one more time.” He groused, hopping out of his skinny fitted jeans, and the chuckes next. “And FUCK these shit things.” He yelled. Before turning and storming naked down the road, back towards HS. Out of the pocket of the hoodie fell a few fingers that had been gnawed on, and a bloodied cellphone, with the picture of a decapitated woman’s head laying in a pile of her own guts, not even chewed on.
Berlin didn’t want the indigestion.
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Whoops. Couldn’t help myself. Well, there. Enjoy a gaggle of moron girls, and a nekkid Berlinny.
1 year ago · 12 notes
so here’s a random character of mine that probably should not see the light of DAY. I mostly created her for Berlin to have a friend that would pull him a bit out of his shell. But, Fable wanted to see her, so… HERE SHE IS.
This is Mercedes Tuesday. She is a NURSE. (Recent graduate.)
She has a love of BAD HUMOR. And OLD MUSIC.
She has a fetish for ZOMBIES. (What.)
She likes Flannel.
She is Canadian.
She is not afraid to tell you if you have a booger on your FACE.
She is pretty loud. Sometimes obnoxious.
Mercedes can’t cook. She can make ramen… but that’s about it.
She also likes to DRINK. Because drinking is FUN.
She has carrot top red hair, freckles, pale skin, and BROWN eyes.
Her dad used to call her a RED HEADED STEP CHILD.
She is not afraid to sing horribly to HER FAVORITE SONGS.
She likes to DRAW. Especially on peoples faces.
She has a plastic mustache that sticks to your nose.
She has NO PIERCINGS. But she does have one tattoo.
It is a the ELDER SCROLLS SKYRIM SYMBOL. It is on her upper right arm.
She likes VIDYA GAMES.
She probably tumblr’d before the apocalypse. And blogged.
Note: Just because she has a zombie kink, doesn’t mean she’s not into guys. She’s just not as attracted. Or, rather, she’s not really a ‘sexual’ character.
Here’s her theme song.
She also likes the color blue.
fuck yeah this amazing bitch
We had a bit of fun with Bram, Shelley and Mercedes and it was hilarious. Giant zombie rabbits AWAYYYYY
;u;
Michael. Go away. Go-g….go away. No. Berlin does not appreciate—-Berlin cannot do his JERB with you using him like a wall.
When I can’t think of the perfect caption, my friends are bound to provide :D
Calibrations in Progress, D4TA.: Finally finished(?) an Umbagog rp.
And all I can say is, Really? REALLY?
Berlin, Michael, what the fuck are you doing.
First Michael won’t shut up. Then Berlin and Michael sing together.
Then some personal space issues. And some French.
Then a forced(?) Kiss.
(sorta something like this. The violin, being played by dean, of…
This is the most epic string of gifs since forever.
Some colored doodlins for Siaorie, LeitaKree (Terri), and TangerineWuki (Jink)
WOAH WHAT A HUMAN?
1 year ago · 2 notes
