“Here is a favorite picture of my dear pal Micky Dolenz. It looks like it’s from a past lifetime, but it’s really from a Monkees episode called "Hillbilly Honeymoon” in 1967. It was always fun when they filmed outdoors in the old Western movie town on the Columbia Ranch in Burbank.“
“Made this little piece for the artist of @ask-joeydrewstudios, because they’re amazing and I love their art style and creative headcanons.”
“The Henry on the left is @ask-joeydrewstudios‘s, while the one on the right belongs to me. This is what BATIM would be like (sort of) if a Co-op mode was added.”
Please do not repost any of my artwork on other sites, no matter if you have permission or not. If I DO give you permission to use it, please credit and link the art back to me. Failure to abide will get you reported.
Based entirely too closely on the movie Olympus Has Fallen.
Secret Service agent Killian Jones has always taken his job seriously -
perhaps a little too seriously if his supervisor were to have her say.
But when terrorists attack the White House with Emma and her son inside,
Jones will stop at nothing to find them and get them to safety.
Rated:T, for violence, kidnapping, some dark themes
This is for the elusive @nothingimpossibleonlyimprobable on the occasion of her birth. Which occasion, I won’t tell you, but suffice to say, she’s a few days younger than me. Also, tagging @killian-whump because I’ve been taunting her with it forever and it’s RIGHT up her alley. @xhookswenchx because I made her read part of it and she pretended to like it :-P, and @cocohook38 because I know you’re a whump fan.
The punches continued to rain down as Killian Jones bobbed and
weaved around his opponent. Sweat glistened under the lights and the
smell of blood filled his nose from a lucky shot. He waited patiently for
an opening, baiting the combatant into a momentary lapse in judgment that would
let him score a few body shots. Finally, an elbow dropped carelessly away
from its guard and Killian pounced. A flurry of body shots dropped the
other hand to protect vulnerable organs and he moved on instinct to jab towards
his opponent’s head.
HAAAAAAPPY belated BIRTHDAY @asthenicia !!!!! of course im always late with my gifts coz of who i am as a person lmao I WISH YOU HAPPINESS AND PROSPERITY IN YOUR LIFE!! thank you for being my friend and for filling my life with smiles and laughter. may one day we get to meet so i can squish u to death with my hugs. xoxo lov u :3c
Once upon a time, there was a happy family.
There was a jolly man, though his bliss was a creepy contrast to his love for death. He smiled often, laughed daily, always inflicted joy and caution wherever he stood. His skill for dark magic was unlike any other. His love for the undead and all that was unholy struck fear even in the boldest. He was quite a frail man, but his lack of strength was compensated by his terrible talent of the otherworldly. He held love for many things, both disgusting and disturbing, but there was one where he held the highest form of love.
There was a breath-taking woman, though her love for dancing contradicted terribly with her crippling stage fright. She blushed often, stuttered daily, always instilled amusement and serenity in her presence. Her skill for dancing was unlike any other. Her skill in battling struck bafflement and awe to enemies and allies alike. Despite the immense talent, her love for performance, her love for entertaining people remained true to her heart. She was a beautiful woman. A dazzling dancer. Even with her timid personality, she never shied away from danger or person’s call for help. Her heart, just as her face, was as angelic as her. She held love for many things, and was loved by everyone else.
But, in the end, her pure heart fell madly in love with the man whose heart could no longer be considered human.
However, just as she had fallen in love with him, the man soon realized that he too had a heart as well – that he too had a chance to obtain the happiness he so long had given up.