#Axel Crocker
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I MET THIS GIRL, YEAH, SHE LOOKED LIKE AXL ROSE
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I've never participated in the "New Year = salacious pin ups" event before but there's a first for everything! The bandmates from Jimmy Rabbit wish you a happy Year of the Rabbit! Pictured here is Axel (any pronouns), Romeo (she/her), Oswald (he/him), and Connor (he/him), from St. Agatha City.
#st agatha city#year of the rabbit#jimmy rabbit#axel crocker#romeo buck#oswald gallagher#connor infected
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No. 14 - 2012
Character: Jane Crocker Series: Homestuck by Andrew Hussie
Cosplayer Credits: - Jake: Jaiden - Roxy: Kirky - Dirk: My Brother
Photog Credits: - Axel, Kirky, Jaiden
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I never really read Homestuck but pretty much all my friends were really into it and they wanted to pull together a few groups, so this was completely done for them. I didn't really make anything for this costume; was pretty much just given it, but I had a lot of fun with my friends.
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Cost: $20? Time: 1 hr??
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love this blog.. i have recommended.. MANY fusions..
demcat murrpp, jacklynn crocker, gary pindut, hienah conway, dole cricket, eirown polyos, lily kaneyn, forsyf retisn, murcay cucurb and roozsa puradh were all my suggestions.. i think?? lol
😲 KING REQUESTER! Axel gives many thanks to your commitment 8:)
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Name: Mistrum Axel Crocker Color: Powder Blue #B0e0e6 Symbol: record Strife Specibus: riflekind Handle: thickArchitect Animal: gerenuk Pronouns: he/him Age: 44 Birthday: 96th day of the year Sexuality: Fond Of No One Interests: swimming and scutelliphily Dream Moon: prospit Classpect: Mage of Blood Land: Land of Riddles and Haze, a bad place, with weird Florida Softshell Turtle consorts. It is a place full of warring factions and geysers of lymph. Hemera is the land. Instrument: psaltery via homestuck-human-generator https://ift.tt/gMS6j5V
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Elliot sketches
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Oh boy!! I got several of those.
Connor and his best friend, Walter - both fucked up, but varying shades of sinister. I'm still touching up their sprites, but they are characters in the game I just released the alpha for. I love weird little men.
We also have Axel, who hasn't appeared in canon yet, but will. He's a punkrock musician, and part time guy. He's not evil but he's SO weird and maybe a little unnerving.
Connor and Axel are bandmates!
there’s not enough representation for evil trans guys in media
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Swedetober: Day 15: Pumpkin Carving
Hey, so I finally did something for Swedetober! It’s not my best and this is my first time writing with a reader/self insert, but I hope it is okay. Now, I shall be going back to finishing my WIP because I have too many of those. I’m not adding in the English translations for the Swedish in this because I am lazy, so yeah, sorry. Anyways, enjoy! (Oh, and from my own judgement, there are no trigger warnings)
Day 15: Pumpkin Carving Halloween festivities were a go as soon as it became October. It had to be your favorite holiday, even though Christmas was a pretty good one too. Although, on Christmas you never got to dress up in costumes and eat and give out tons of candy by the handful. And the weather was so much nicer in October compared to December; just looking at the snow froze your blood. At least with all the colors associated with Halloween, the baking of pumpkin bread and the candle from Jack o’lanterns could keep you warm. That, and staying indoors of course. The brothers didn’t really celebrate Halloween, although Oscar was all gung ho about joining in on your holiday fun. He and Otto helped you decorate the house, both inside and out, to give it a spooky look for the ghouls and goblins that came around Halloween night and a cozy feel on the inside. Axel was more into the baking aspect and Y/N wasn’t complaining about the abundance of pumpkin flavored treats that he kept making. But if he kept it up, Y/N and his brothers might be all several pounds heavier by the time snow hit the ground. “What is that even suppose to be, Oscar?” Y/N asked, chuckling as they watched him carve the pumpkin from over his shoulder. Oscar paused and held the pumpkin at arms length to examine his work. “Vad?” he asked, glancing at you from over his shoulder. “It’s a scary face. Vad är fel med det?” “Nothing.” Oscar frowned and turned to show the pumpkin to Otto, who is busy carving his own pumpkin across the table. “Otto, hur ser det ut?” Otto shrugged. “Jag gillar det.” “Axel,” Y/N asked, “Are you going to pull yourself away from the oven long enough to carve a pumpkin with us? Or are you going to continue to bake like Julia Child?” “Vem är Julia Child?” he asked. “She’s a really famous cook. Oh, how about Betty Crocker? She’s more of a baker in my eyes.” Axel shook his head in confusion. A look at his brothers showed that they too didn’t know who you were talking about either. You waved your hand in annoyance and waved Axel over with your carving knife “Forget it. You don’t get the reference. Come and join us.” Axel did as requested and switched off the oven as he took to placing the used dishes in the sink. He took the fourth pumpkin that sat unscathed on the kitchen table and spun it for a moment, eyeing it before he sat down at the table. The four of you sat in comfortable silence as some Halloween music played quietly in the background. Otto was the first to finish turned his pumpkin to show the others. “Too happy,” Oscar commented, “It’s supposed to be scary.” Otto frowned and turned the pumpkin back around to face him. “I like it like this.” It was a friendly looking face, perhaps something you’d see on a kids cartoon. “I like it, Otto. It looks like a very friendly pumpkin.” “Färdiga!” Oscar exclaimed, placing his carving tool on the table loudly. He spun it around to show everyone. YN glanced at it, confused. “What is it?” you asked. Oscar frowned in your direction. Axel tilted his head as he stared at his brother’s pumpkin. “Is it a scary cat?” he asked. Y/N tilted their head in the same manner, still not seeing it. “I still don’t see it. Sorry.” “Good attempt, brother,” Axel said, patting Oscar’s shoulder reassuringly. The frown on Oscar’s face lessened slightly at his brother’s praise. If Y/N had to rank all their pumpkins, although they wouldn’t aloud, they would like to put their own as dead last. Although they always tried their best, they just could never get any good at the task of ramming the gourd with a big knife and carving it up for it to look something like a scary face. Otto’s had to be the best in terms of the how it was carved, although Axel’s had a cool scary smile that looked like it would be hard to replicate. And Y/N still couldn’t see the scary cat face on Oscar’s pumpkin, but they could see the effort that went into making it, so that counted for something. After All Hallow’s Eve came and went and the pumpkins started to spoil and collapse, that was when you showed them another fun holiday tradition in which you took your pumpkin and a baseball bat and smashed it into smithereens. Initially, it had been something you’d seen your neighbors do, and it looked like fun, but after trying it out one year, you decided to add it to your list of Halloween traditions. Oscar decided to add this to his list as well as he thought it was great fun. His brothers on the other hand seemed rather indifferent to it, although neither of them enjoyed having pumpkin guts splattered all over them. But overall, it was a good Halloween, peaceful and cozy and spent in good company. Just how you liked it. ___________________________________________________________ Oh, and I want to tag whoever started this fun little challenge. I hope I’m tagging the correct person and not just getting everything jumbled up in my head. Correct me though if I’m wrong. @royalydamned
#swedetober#theswedes#otto the swede#axel the swede#oscar the swede#otto tua#axel tua#oscar tua#october challenges#writingpractice#forfun#spooky season#reader insert#fanfiction
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I’m so annoyed and frustrated with some of the “fans” in this fandom. I’m glad axel deactivated his Twitter account. No one needs that type of constant negativity in their lives. People need to stop believing they are entitled to everything when it comes to these actors lives. They are literally normal people just like us and deserve the same amount of respect and human decency you would expect from others. If us having more seasons means more drama then I don’t even want it. 🙄🙄🙄 (and I know Chris Crocker is a bit dramatic but I had to use it, to keep things a bit light hearted lol) 🙈😂
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Axel drafting logos for Jimmy Rabbit, his band with Romeo Buck, Connor Infected, and Oswald Gallagher. This entailed drawing and then showing his bandmates like 800 rabbit drawings until they wanted to strangle him.
#artists on tumblr#Jimmy Rabbit#St Agatha City#Axel Crocker#Romeo Buck#Connor Infected#Oswald Gallagher
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Dwight took the knife from Duke, putting it back where he'd found it. "Thanks, Duke." He crossed his arms. "Believe us now?"
"I regret all the choices I've made to lead me to this moment," Duke grumbled. He blinked away the silver. "You'll get used to it, Mini Squatch." He glared at Dwight. "Is that all you wanted me for?"
"Yep," Dwight said. Duke sighed, mumbling about hating Haven as he went to walk out.
The door opened, and a teenager ran smack into Duke, spilling her coffee all over him. "SHIT! I'm sorry!" Duke just sighed and walked past her. She winced and turned back to the group slowly. "Oops? I'll go get some napkins."
"I've got it," Gloria laughed. "You stay." She walked past her, shaking her head.
"Sorry, Chief Hendrickson," the girl said. She blinked, finally noticing the boy on the floor. "Uh... hi. I'm Emala Haskell. What's going on in here?"
changingthelegacy:
Dwight sighed. He nodded to Gloria. “I thought you’d say that. It’s a good thing we’ve got a few troubles in this town that can’t be ignored. Gloria?”
Gloria nodded. She walked out, then after a moment walked back in with a very annoyed man.
“What is it this time, Squatch?” Duke said. He paused, pointing at Axel. “Who’s that?”
“Dwight’s nephew,” Gloria said.
“Who’s never heard of the troubles,” Dwight said.
Duke blinked. “I see. So you brought me in here to…?” Dwight held up his hand and nodded. “Absolutely not. I got hyped up on your blood once. I’m-I’m good.”
“I’ll expunge your parking tickets for the last six months.”
“Where’s your letter opener?” Duke asked. Dwight handed him the small knife, making eye contact with Axel for just a moment. Duke sighed. “I’m gonna regret this.” He cut Dwight’s finger, tensing for a moment as the blood absorbed into his skin. Duke looked over at the teenager, eyes glowing silver. “Freaked out yet?”
Axel pauses and just watches everything go down, leaping backwards and knocking over the chair he was in when the other, unintroduced man’s eyes turn silver. “SO I SEE WHY MY MOM DIDN’T TALK ABOUT HERE MUCH.”
He’s still lying on the ground for a minute but then adds, “And y’know, if I wasn’t stressed enough before this, and you were wrong, congratulations, now you’re not.”
#when you know you're gonna get shot you make it count; dwight hendrickson#i'm old not stupid; gloria verrano#don't ask questions: you don't wanna know; duke crocker#in all ways except physical a sponge; emala haskell#the stories of the ignored; haven#txxmanytrxubles#axel
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New patch out now! If you download it, you can get a sneak peak of some new content, with the rough draft on the Orion Offices side quest included :) I'd love to hear your feedback!
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RC Car
Sitting alone on the couch, Herb looks around the room. The remnants of the party are still scattered. Banners are hung from the door frames; paper plates with traces of cake and frosting and used forms are stacked on the coffee table. The wrapping paper is crumpled and tossed aside on the floor.
This was Herb’s first birthday party, and he was 32. He sits, contented, with a smile, and wipes his eyes as tears start to flow. He’s happy. He holds the gift his friends brought him; a single, remote-control car. Not one of those ones that are attached to the controller by a wire, that you have to chase after, and if you lift your finger of the forward button, it reverses and spins in circles. It was a big one, with monster tires, and an ariel. The controller had a little steering wheel on it, and a button to make the wheels move to make the car taller to get over rocks.
He saw commercials for cars like this as a kid but knew better than to ask for it for his birthday. Birthdays were for things he needed. Pants, socks, underwear, outside shoes for school. They’d have a homemade cake from a Better Crocker knockoff box, with store brand chocolate frosting and cheap candles. Only his parents and his brothers would be there. Then he’d open his gifts and feign appreciation for the clothes. Looking back, he really did appreciate them, because he understood they must have cost his parents enough to make them worry about the next set of bills. But what he really, always wanted was a remote-control car. Not one of the ones with the wire.
His mom bought him a dinky car once, and his grandmother said he was spoiled. It was the only rude thing he could remember his grandmother ever saying, and he didn’t think about it often, but it had stung at the time. How could wanting a dinky make him spoiled? Was he really that selfish for also wanting an RC car? His best friend had a few RC cars. Surely, he wasn’t as spoiled as that.
He’d made a few good friends in the last few years, and over time had told them more about his life. They decided to throw him a birthday party, because he’d never had one, on his next birthday. And they stuck to that promise. They brought an ice cream cake, and games, and decorations. They’d awkwardly sung Happy Birthday as he fidgeted on the couch, not knowing what to do as they sang, but secretly loving the attention. Then when they’d eaten, they produced the gift.
He couldn’t wait to try it, and his friends insisted they take it outside to try it. He twisted the little steering wheel around as the car zipped over the bumps in the driveway. When it came to an obstacle, Herb pressed the secret button to raise the car on its stilt like axels that allowed it to drive on. Then he’d let his friends all take turns until the batteries died.
They’d all wished him a happy birthday, and said their goodbyes, and he went inside.
He finished wiping his eyes and stood up from the couch. He was going to plug in his new remote-control car to recharge, have another slice of cake, and go back outside.
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Top Five characters and muses
1. duke crocker ( haven ) 2. henry standing bear ( longmire ) 3. audrey parker ( haven ) 4. burton guster ( psych ) 5. julius ( van helsing )
1. audrey parker 2. raleigh becket ( pacific rim ) 3. axel miller ( van helsing ) 4. logan johnson ( oc ) 5. dean winchester ( supernatural )
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Axel Crocker
Yo Homestuck’s gonna turn 13 what should its name be
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Ivy does Axel's hair
There is a reason Ivy always wears her hair loose =w=
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