coin carving

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The above are hobo nickels. Coin carving was a popular way for hobos to make a bit of money back in the day. The skull motif was pretty popular back in the day, but there are hundreds of other designs. This started during the Great Depression. 

Cheer Up Post #4743 - Carved Coins Edition

large-ball-of-rage would like a post devoted to beautiful carved coins. (Several of these carvings are by artists Shaun Hughes & Aleksey Saburov.) Enjoy!

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Loki and the Minion

TITLE: Loki and the Minion

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter-2

AUTHOR: latent-thoughts

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki hiring you as his manager while he slowly takes over Midgard again. You are to manage his PR, his daily schedule, and you also are his guide to everything Midgardian. He doesn’t make it easy for you, though. He causes trouble, doesn’t listen to your advice very often, and in general, annoys and intimidates you. He is the God of Mischief after all, and you are the nearest target available to him. You suffer through his antics because he pays well and also, you don’t know what might befall you if you refuse him. He is kinda scary after all.

RATING: T for now, will definitely change later.

NOTES/WARNINGS: None

A/N: Loki will use everything in his arsenal to get what he wants… (Thank you for the positive response, everyone. <3

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“You want me to what?”

He narrowed his eyes, though still answered her patiently enough. “To represent me, in general, and to manage certain arenas of my daily life in this realm, in specific.”

Elsa watched him with wide eyes. “But why me, of all the people on this planet?”

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Captain, My Captain (Benny/Dean/Sam)

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Written for: @kinktober2017 , @thebunkerofletters inktober challenge day 18
Prompt(s) Filled(Kink|Ink|ABO): daddy kink | pirate au
Ship: Benny/Dean/Sam
Rating: Explicit
Content Warning: smut, pirate au, underage, dirty talk, anal sex, anal fingering, bareback, daddy kink, bottom!sam, top!benny, switch!dean
Summary: The cabin boys are a little more than helpers to Captain Lafitte.
Word Count: 1844
A/N: Questions, comments, concerns? Ask is open. (So is DM and AO3!)
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“Cabin boys,” Francis sneered. Dean bristled, glaring over at the constantly dirty man.

“We might be cabin boys but least we get a bed to sleep in. Not the floor like you, Frannie,” Sam snapped back. Francis snarled, stepping forward with a raised hand.

“You don’t intend to hit one of my boys, so you Francis?” Benny’s voice boomed. Francis cringed, his arms dropping to his sides.

“Course not Captain.”

“You sure about that? You know my boys get taken care of on this ship.”

Francis grimaced, glaring over at Dean. The tip of Benny’s sword was brushing his Adam’s apple before he could blink.

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Last day at The Joe- Dylan Larkin Imagine

So I thought it’d be fitting to do my first imagine with Dylan Larkin since my blog is Larkin related and I also thought “hey I should write one in the Joe since it’s the last time I can.” Anyways the only thing that if you’re not from Detroit that you probably won’t understand is this:
Kerby’s aka Kerby’s Koney Island is a Detroit restaurant that pretty famous in the area.


“Last day at The Joe.”

The final day at the Joe wasn’t as beautiful as the last game at the Joe was. The sky was dark and there were a few distant rumbles of thunder but no rain yet.
The organization decided to officially close the arena with a family skate the day after the closing ceremony.

Dylan and I held hands as we skated together. I wore black leggings and a VS pink long sleeve that kinda looked like a hockey jersey. I had on hockey skates, like I always did when we did this. The first time I wore figure skates and Dylan never let me hear the end of it.

“Figure skates are for babies.” I remembered him saying the first time we ever went skating.

He skated backwards as he held both my hands. I watched my skates as he pulled me around at Larkin speed. I was nervous but laughing, as I was still having fun with my boyfriend. We had been dating for seven months now and I felt like he was the one. I could see myself living this hockey lifestyle with him for as long as he wanted to play. He spun me around and made me somewhat unbalanced, he caught me before I fell. We both were laughing. I knew his teammates were looking but I didn’t care for once. All I cared about was him and making this last time at The Joe as memorable as possible. He skated into the corner and let his back hit the boarded as he pulled me into him. His hands on my hips as he leaned in. We kissed and when I opened my eyes he was grinning big. He had that look in his eyes that told me he was up to something.

“What are you up to?” I asked him.

He laughed a little and kissed me again.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” I told him.

He wrapped his arms around me as we kissed again. I felt myself skating backwards, after our kiss the huge grin was still there.

“Wendy, I love you.” He said.

I smiled and said it back.

“What would you do if I proposed to you right now?” He questioned.

I shrugged but I knew I’d say yes.

“Probably laugh and tell you we’re too young right now.” I answered.

“But you’d say yes if I proposed?” He questioned again.

I nodded.

“What if I got you something like a ring? Not an engagement ring but something similar to it?” He suggested.

I smiled at him.

“I would like that a lot but I don’t need that. I can wait until we’re actually ready to get engaged.” I told him.

He gave me a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

“Hey, get a room you two!” Andreas tapped my back.

I turned my head to watch him skate away from us with his girlfriend. Dylan pushed off from the boards and pulled me with him. We talked about little memories about the old arena with his teammates.

When we were alone he brought up another memory.

“Remember the first skate I brought you to?” Dylan asked me.

“I could barely skate.” I laughed.

Dylan smiled and squeezed my hand.

“You’re a lot better now— a lot faster.” He said.

I looked at him. His blue eyes sparkling.

“It helps that my boyfriend is that fastest skater in the NHL.” I told him.

He grinned.

The final skate in The Joe was coming to an end and people started leaving the ice. Dylan and I were one of the last to leave. I said my goodbyes to Petr and Andreas, I knew I’d be seeing Luke around in the summer. Captain came up to me as Dylan and I were leaving.

“You’ll be here for next season?” He asked me.

I nodded.

“I don’t think I’m going anywhere.” I smiled.

He laughed a little.

“I hope not. You keep Dylan’s head on straight you know that? If it weren’t for you he’d probably have a big ego.” Henrik joked as he pulled me to the side.

I nodded, smiling.

“Try to keep him level headed for us in the summer, okay?” Hank asked of me.

I looked at him then at Dylan and back at him. I knew it was me that kept Dylan focused on hockey during this rough (for him)season.

“Yeah, I can try.” I answered.

We hugged then went our separate ways.


Dylan and I walked out to his truck. Well, it was more like we ran back to his truck due to the down pour that was now happening. Dylan held both our skates in one hand and my hand in the other as we sprinted across The Joe Louis Arena parking lot, splashing every puddle along the way. We got inside his truck and looked at each other before we both started laughing. His water soaked hair made his curls more prominent and I could only imagine what I looked like.

“How do I look?” I laughed.

He smiled.

“Even more beautiful than you were the day I first met you.” He said.

I grinned at his cheesy remark.

“You wanna go to Kerby’s?” Dylan asked as he reached back to put our skates onto the backseat.

“Yeah, that sounds nice!” I smiled.

I fastened my seat belt as he leaned over the center of the car. I looked into his eyes and felt this rush inside of me. He did that to me.

“You okay?” He asked me.

I nodded. “Why?”

“Your face just got a little red.” He told me.

I smiled then closed the gap between us and kissed him. He let our kisses be sweet which was something I enjoyed. Very often, he would turn our little kisses into something rough and passionate, just a hockey player thing I guessed. He pulled away and I locked eyes with him again.

“I got you something.” Dylan said.

“So this I what you were up to?” I asked.

He nodded and reached over me, opening the glovebox and pulling out the gift. He handed me the box. It was red with white ribbon.

“It’s just a little something to say thank you for being so patient with me our first season together.” Dylan told me.

I opened the box and saw a necklace inside, I smiled. It was a silver coin necklace and carved in the coin was an octopus.

“It’s Al.” I commented as I pulled it out of the box.

Dylan laughed a little.

Al was the name of the red wings mascot which happened to be an octopus. He was also named after the zamboni driver.

“Flip the coin over.” He told me.

I flipped it over and the date he asked me to be his girlfriend was carved in the back. I smiled and looked at him.

“I love it.” I told him.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” I smiled.

“Remember what I said a half hour ago about wanting to get you something that wasn’t a ring yet?” He questioned.

I nodded.

“Well, I hope you accept this as all a pre engagement type of gift.” He said.

I smiled and kissed him again.

“Is that a yes?” He asked.

“Yes.” I nodded

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Partly selfindulgent lazy cuddly mornings art, partly trying to put into practise some studies from the past weeks.

Headcanoned long ago that Eli gave him a necklace in return for his coin. It’s carved from the antler of the stag she felled as part of becoming a full-fledged hunter back when she was young. >_>

rampion crew aesthetics

Cinder: complicated gears, silvers and greys, sleek designs, the autopilot setting, faint music, checking boxes, fresh ink, glass sculptures

Kai: elaborate stitching, arched doorways, flags, stacks of papers, trusting your gut, rich reds, secret messages, handwritten notes, silk

Iko: lipstick, concert tickets, diaries, gel pens, high heels, emojis, ornamental jewelry, red carpet events, trust falls, jewel tones

Scarlet: cooking smells, worn wood, campfire, plaid linens, faded colours, picture frames, steering wheels, spices, staring contests

Wolf: flannel, slow dancing, torn paper, high ceilings, changing leaves, rough sand, rafters, animal eyes, rocky beaches, running for fun

Cress: constellations, pastels, knitted blankets, freckles, fruity scents, chess, marble, braided rope, ballet, stained glass, watercolour 

Thorne: maps, graffiti, bandannas, leather, smirking, cards in spades, boots, stubble, loud music, undone buttons, target practice  

Winter: gauzy materials, wide eyes, good posture, acrylic paint, inspiration, picture windows, gilded mirrors, sketchbooks, gardens

Jacin: high collars, wood carvings, collecting coins, leather cords, epaulets, wry smiles, bare tables, equasions, neutral colours

The Hobo Nickel

“The hobo nickel is a sculptural art form involving the creative modification of small-denomination coins, essentially resulting in miniature bas reliefs. The US nickel coin was favored because of its size, thickness and relative softness. However, the term hobo nickel is generic, as carvings have been made from many different denominations.” (Wikipedia)

I first discovered Hobo Nickels were a thing when i was about 8 or 10. My grandpa Raymond was telling me one of his awesome stories and told me about a friend he had as a teenager growing up in Arizona who frequently traded with the Navajo Indians. One of the Indians loved to carve nickels and coins to make art he’d sell to tourists - especially the Indian Head pennies and nickels. My grandpa had one that had been carved to show a picture of a train (like the one below). So, I got a little history lesson about “hobo nickels,” and tales of my grandpa. Stories of the Navajo Indians were always some of my favorite from my grandpa.

Carving coins is still popular today and Ebay has a lot of examples. But whats interesting to me is the art done on the coins and how thats changed over the years. I read a pretty good post a year or more ago, and now i cant find it, but it detailed how - just as art styles change, so has what is popular to carve into coins. Obviously from Ebay, most of them have “zombie” in the title, but as we know from the Internet age - Tag words help sell.

Here are a few cool ones i pulled from Ebay.

Sweet

There were very few people with minds that could compare to his, none at all, actually, if you wanted to get into that whole ‘everyone’s a special snowflake’ thing.

Snowflake or not, a very limited number of people could think like he did, and that made him very special indeed. So special, in fact, that he somehow managed to hook himself a god as a boyfriend, and holy shit had Tony found religion in the past four months.
There really was no other word for it other than ‘worship’, because that’s what he did, sans the groveling and sacrificing virgins or goats. ( There was a goat involved once, but they don’t talk about that day.) Tony worshiped him in a way he’d never spared the energy for on anyone else. Maybe it was because Loki expected to be treated like the king that he was, or maybe it was because Loki had an excellent track record for rewarding Tony when he did.

Either way, Tony found himself searching for something without a price tag for Loki. That’s how you knew it was expensive, they were too afraid to even put the number on paper. He had traveled to Italy on his own, for once, hoping to find something from Earth astounding enough to surprise the god. He really wasn’t up for going intergalactic just yet, the suit needed a few more modifications before he tried that out again.

Tony shuddered at the memory of, well, dying, and accidentally dropped a priceless glass skull thing from some thousand-year-old king on the floor. It shattered beautifully, and Tony knew exactly what he wasn’t getting Loki. (Not that he had his heart set on the thing anyway, it reminded him too much of that Indiana Jones movie everyone pretended didn’t happen.)
The collector was not as understanding as Tony usually was about loss of property, which really just ruined the whole nonchalant, white Italian suit, cool hair thing he had going for himself. So, Tony paid for broken glass and went elsewhere for his business.

Elsewhere ended up being a cafe, because Tony was jet-lagged and hadn’t had his grande-mocha-dark-shot-of-death coffee yet. He ordered in perfect Italian and tapped his foot as his eyes roamed around the small room crammed full of round tables that were awfully empty for the weekend. The bakery case was also oddly empty, but Tony remembered it was well past noon, and that places where things were baked fresh over night usually emptied out fast. No, wait, there was something still in there.

Chocolates?

Tony sauntered over and peered through the glass at a single row of chocolate mice. They were simple, just one tear-drop shape with little round ears, dotted eyes, and a string of dark chocolate for the tail. It was the pink nose that got him to buy one, though, that and the promise of hazelnut creme inside.

Tony stepped outside, mouth already filled with scalding hot Corretto, and tossed the bag with the chocolate mouse on the passenger seat where he forgot about it.

Driving around Italy was like being a part of a James Bond movie, only everyone was Bond, even the screaming grannies on their purple mopeds. Everyone drove mach-5 in their small, speedy Italian cars, going around corners on one wheel, shooting down side streets Tony was pretty sure were only for pedestrians, even driving over other vehicles. (Really, it was just one big car-chase.) Still, for all the creative swearing and gasoline fumes, Tony had a great time maneuvering his Alfa Romeo around a particularly congested square filled with tourists.

He had a date. ( no, nothing romantic, he’d have to be insane and suicidal to cheat on Loki.) His date was with a rather round looking man, somehow successfully shorter than Tony, which made him preen a little. It was a rare occurrence, he would enjoy it before he went home to be Jack to his Giant Bean Stalk again.

“Welcome, signor Stark. Are you looking for something for yourself? Or perhaps this is a romantico gesto?”

“A bit of both,” Tony replied, tucking his hands into his pockets to keep from touching everything. He already had a four million dollar pile of broken glass in a box in the car somewhere. “Got anything gold and with… horns?”

The collector laughed, “cose con le corna sono divertenti!”

“Don’t tell him that, I’ll lose all my privileges.”

“Ah, you no longer wearing the pants?”

“Sì, I am, but his pants are made of leather and the package they hold is just so persuasive.”

The shorter man laughed even harder at this, and had to sit down on a velvet chair to calm himself. Tony decided he was safe to wander off on his own, perusing the small isles of priceless items. Lots of dark woods, coins, carved bones that were cool but he doubted Loki wanted some dog toy. The stones were sparkly, the gold was… gold, but no horns, no green as vivid as those beautiful eyes, nothing that really screamed ‘Loki’ to him.
He left empty-handed, even after the collector offered him a look at his ‘special’ collection. It was special, but not Loki special.

Three tries later—and the car now had a broken violin in it as well—he decided his time had been wasted and that he really needed to stop touching things, or actually, he needed to head home. Loki was due back tomorrow from his trip to Asgard to ‘clean up some mess or another’, as the god put it. Tony didn’t like being away when Loki was home. It wasn’t like he didn’t trust him, but rather that any moment Loki had free was meant to be spent with him.

So, Tony drove to the private airport, only ending up in one traffic jam full of scary old ladies, and hopped in his jet. Everything in his car ended up in a large bag next to his seat, which he promptly ignored in favor of drinks and some sort of Disney movie.
After watching Toy Story three—he was not crying, those were from the altitude—he fell asleep for the rest of the trip home and dreamt of Loki smiling at him like a cat about to eat his freshly caught prey.

The drive from his private airport was boring compared to the streets of Italy, but at this point Tony just wanted to be home already. Ah, there she was, his lovely cliff-side mention. Pulling up in front of the door, Tony hopped out with his bag of priceless broken shit and rushed inside. He may or may not have needed to pee at this point, and dropped the bag on the counter quickly. It toppled over and Tony danced backwards, torn between leaving it to empty his damned bladder, or picking it up.

"Ah, I was wondering where you were,” Loki’s drawl came from the doorway. “Where did you head off to while I was away?”

“Italy, boring, broke stuff,” Tony answered in a rush, pulling out the box of broken glass, the snapped violin, and a small paper bag. Tony looked at them before remembering the bag was not, in fact, broken crap, but a delicious chocolate mouse. He eyed it, stepping from one foot to the other while he tried to decide if he should eat it before he peed, or after. Instead, he decided to toss the bag to Loki on his way out of the room. “Present for you.”

“For me?”

“Who else?” Tony called back, and rushed off to find a bathroom.

Three minutes, one glob of hair gel, and a breath mint later, Tony made his way back to the kitchen where Loki was standing by the box with the bag still in his had. Tony froze at the expression on the god’s face, and tried to remember what he did to earn that, or if he did anything at all.

Loki looked… touched. Like someone had just told him the one thing he had wanted to hear his entire life. (Tony had discovered this expression once before, so he had reliable data to compare to.)

“What’s up?” He asked, shuffling closer to the god. Loki turned slowly and blinked at him in some sort of happy daze.

“Your present was… superb. I have not tasted something as lovely as that since I was a child.”

“Tasted… oh!” Tony exclaimed, realizing the bag was from the cafe and when did he give Loki the mouse? Oh yeah, during his prayer dance to the pee-gods. At least he liked it and it didn’t taste like cat poop. Tony dodged a bullet there. Actually, ‘liked’ was a little too small a word for how Loki was reacting to it. His eyes were sparkling, almost teary, and at some point a huge, toothy grin broke out across his face.

“I take it you liked it, then?” Tony inquired playfully.

“It was perfect.”

“I searched far and wide for that.”

“Liar.”

“I found it by accident when I was sucking up Italian coffee like a vacuum.”

Loki snickered and pulled him in for a hazelnut creme-flavored kiss that made Tony want to both get a mouse for himself, and buy every chocolate mouse in the word just for Loki.

Well, now he knew what to get the next time he went Loki Shopping. No gold or horns needed, just a little blob of chocolate with a pink nose and round ears. Something simple.

Something special.