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"Can we get Don Flamenco?"
"No. We have Don Flamenco at home."
Don Flamenco at home:
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Boxing Crabs from FaceBreaker
Semi punch out related. It’s a boxing game. I really enjoy the art for Facebreaker, I wish I could find an archive of all the concept art. Also the Japanese game cover ??? so cool
If you all thought Aran looked like Flambae wait till y’all see Romeo 😭
Steve Fox [Tekken] vs Spin [Facebreaker]. Country Crossover: UK.
A joking take on male foxy boxing: huge gloves, shirtless men, and a participant with the last name Fox. Incidentally, the huge gloves are relatively faithful to outfits in their home games.
Are y’all prepared to be spammed with a cocky blob of paint and a lovely pink robot?
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LYRICS:
I have a primitive instinct A manic lust for flesh A compulsive fixation I like it raw and fresh Carnivore I rip out your tongue You can't win this fight Carnivore Consuming your lung You're in hell tonight Meat freak I'm reborn in sin Yeah! I'm a cannibal Meat freak I devour your skin Uh! Like an animal Resurrected predator I'm a savage beast I revel in murder Barbaric ravage feast Carnivore I rip out your tongue You can't win this fight Carnivore Consuming your lung You're in hell tonight
❤️ uh...the lil red heart, for the moodboard thingy
moodboards // @face-breaker
that last kiss i'll cherish // until we meet again.
"do i look like th' kinda person who just DIES?" — sett to astrid, because he would say this after the incident LMAO
fantasy starters // @face-breaker
"Oho, clearly not, my dear."
The words were light and lyrical, in good humor against the other's own. It had only been a little more than a day since he'd woken up, but Sett seemed to be in fair form by Astrid's account — and by Elias's, whose opinion arguably mattered most. This puts the pair of them outside the seaside cottage, the mage with shears in hand, delicately cutting down the beastkin's hair. There's a tranquil smile on the woman's face as she carefully snips small tresses of red hair away, every now and then pausing to reposition Sett's face before continuing.
"Though you do sleep like you're dead, I must say!" She teases as she brushes some of the fallen strands off the man's shoulders. "If not for your snoring, it might even be hard to tell."
She chuckles, setting the shears down for a moment to work out some of the small braids Haru had left in Sett's hair, the white flowers the cat had looped in no longer completely fresh. Once all the hair was loose again, Astrid took the gathered up flowers and reached around to place them in the man's hands. The shears were brought back out not long after, put right back to work. He couldn't see it from his position, but there was a dreaminess to her expression as she worked.
"I could replace those braids for you if you'd like, but... I think someone else might enjoy it more than me."
