ultimate cafe

anonymous asked:

Can you do a fic about Doc scaring the day lights out of everyone at Flo's with his loud dad sneeze?

It was a day like any other day as the cars of Radiator Springs gathered at Flo’s V8 Cafe for their early morning drinks. Flo, reliable as always, was the only car alert and completely awake as the sun rose above the horizon.

As the day grew brighter, the chatter began to pick up, transitioning from automatic “good morning” greetings to more structured conversation. A few moments later, as if on cue, the day’s travelers began to roll through town, slowly driving up and down the street, taking in the nostalgia before cruising off toward Cadillac Range.

Fashionably late, per his style, Doc rolled out of his garage and over to the station just as everyone was finishing up and heading to work.

“Mornin’ Doc!” Flo greeted him as she passed by him on her way to the kitchen.

“Hey Flo.” he grumbled, blinking away the sleep. “I’ll have my usual.”

“Sure thing!” 

Doc listened to Sarge and Fillmore argue about the benefits of meditation as he waited on his drink. Their disagreements were so routine it was almost a comforting background noise. The town was so peaceful.

Right as Flo was coming back outside with a platter full of drinks, the wind picked up a little, blowing light waves of dust through the town. Doc felt that familiar itching sensation work its way into his carburetor as a cloud of dust swirled around him. He tried unsuccessfully to sniff it away.

“-aaAATCHAAAA!”

It was the loudest, most unnatural sound that ever graced the entrance to Ornament Valley. Even the sound of revving race engines had nothing on Doc’s sneeze.

Sheriff, taken off guard, accidentally flipped his siren on for a split second, unintentionally drawing more attention to the cafe, and ultimately, to Doc.

The noise made Flo jump and spill her platter of mixed drinks all over the concrete. She muttered something about how she shouldn’t be affected by this anymore, as it’s happened so many times.

Ramone, startled mid-drink, was coughing, choking on the last of his oil. As he recovered, he frowned, pushed the empty can away, and sulkily headed over to his shop. 

Across the intersection, Guido was juggling tires in front of the shop. The intensity of the sound wave emanating from Flo’s made him lose his concentration, and he was soon surrounded by fallen tires. He tried to chase one down as it rolled away, but another out of place tire tripped him.

Red, watering his flowers, jumped at the sound and accidentally hosed Lightning and Sally down as they passed in front of him.

Even Lizzie briefly awoke from her nap on her shop’s porch.

Doc cringed a little as he looked around the town to see everyone either looking at him or dealing with the aftermath of being scared. He sighed.

“Sorry.”

This is my third project for Digital Design Representation. I started in Solidworks to create the model of the motorcycle. It’s designed as a “puzzle” and the different style gas tanks, seats, wheels, motor and handlebars snap together in multiple configurations to create the ultimate cafe racer motorcycle. The box graphics were created in Illustrator, applied to a 3D box in SketchUp as texture, and rendered in Keyshot with the motorcycle parts. 

anonymous asked:

Getting monthly subscriptions to see your 18+ art then charging people to see more of your 18+ art on top of that is like buying a car and having to buy the seats separately. Its nit-picky bullshit so you can screw your consumers twice and feel good about it.

I’d say it’s more like… buying a coffee once a week or so and then treating yourself to a sandwich from the same cafe on the rare day you’re really craving it. Totally unrelated, optional purchases– and a minor luxury that ultimately helps keep the cafe running!

If you don’t think it’s fair that I put a price tag on some of the content I manufacture for a living, then by all means, don’t give me any of your cash. It’s your loss.