#Cold Man

[popopoyata]

水彩。

[zeibei]

and they were roommates…

[mr-smilesss]

habing fun in tha snow

[tuliptheoshawott]

MM&B Robot Masters and what anime they'd cosplay as because why not

Cold Man: Doesn’t watch anime

Burner Man: Dragon Ball

Pirate Man: One Piece

Ground Man: Avatar (he'd be earthbending all over the place)

Tengu Man: Gundam

Magic Man: Little Witch Academia

Astro Man: Komi Can't Communicate (because he'd look *dashing* in cat ears)

Dynamo Man: Naruto (because I couldn't think of any more animes.)

Any additions would be greatly appreciated lol

[gemini526sdumptruck]

Megaman Sketch Dump (+ a concept)

I had a blast designing these guys the last time, so I decided to do it again!

While I was drawing these guys, I was doing so with the idea of making my own au/show/story concept thingy in the same vein as Ruby Spears or Fully Charged (mainly FC). I changed quite a few things to fit my story though.

To put it briefly, this story takes place in 20XX where humans and robots are still trying to coexist. It's mainly about Megaman (still deciding if I wanna call him Rock or Rick lol) and Roll. They live with Dr. Light and Rush, for the most part trying to come off as a normal family. Every episode (for lack of a better term), Dr. Wahwee (sorry couldn't resist) steals a random robot master and reprograms them for the purpose of destroying the city, leading Megaman (and sometimes Roll) to go out and stop the robot (or robots) and bring them back to normal. So it's kinda like a villain of the week type thing.

Not all the robots are created by Light or Wily. I was thinking some could still have been made by Light (for example all of the MM1 and PU bots), and a few could have still been made by Wily (like Heat Man). But some others are made by Cossack, and then everyone else is made by miscellaneous people.

Not all the robot masters are directly fought though. I imagine some of them are like side characters or background characters, just doing their jobs (in this case, that's represented by Cold Man).

It's a very simple concept, and it's still kinda in an early phase, but me and my friend thought it was fun.

I would like to also explain a few characters' designs here:

I wanted to make Top Man look slightly goofier and more like a toy, because that's what I think of first when I hear "top", so to hopefully reflect that, I gave him mannequin like features. He's a mascot for a toystore now! I see him as like the very hyperactive type who can come across as a little manic, but in his typical programming he just wants the customers to have a fun time. I imagine him and Clown Man are friends.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with Magnet Man's original design, but I mostly used him as an experiment. I wanted to create a new design for him based off how I would probably design a Magnet Man, and so this little guy was born. I wanted to incorporate different types of magnets into his design, like the classic U magnet, ball magnets, those rectangular magnets, and even those slab magnets. Not sure what he normally does though, I'll have to think on that.

Lastly, Heat Man, the only actually evil one here lol. I wanted to make at least one robot master a demonic gremlin, and Heat Man just kinda fit the bill for me (especially due to just how evil and crazy he looks in these pictures). Since he's a robot made by the villain of this "show", and since this concept is cheesy to begin with, I wanted to really show that he is in fact, evil. I even added like a Dr. Wily crossbones symbol on his left side. (also an extra bit of trivia I didn't get to show off in this sketch, imagine the bottom of his boots like they're mini stoves!)

[notgoru]

Title: What’s his name?

Description: A mother is sending her disobedient eleven year old son to military school. This is her first encounter with the Lieutenant. More words…Blah. Read to find out what happens next.

Author’s Note: ENJOY! i’m writing more but it’s only little pieces like this! i figured that it’s better than nothing *shrug*

The room I was standing in looked expensive.

The trash cans I passed by to get inside said room were definitely more expensive than whatever I was wearing. I didn’t even want to be here. I didn’t want it to ever come to this, but at last, I followed the yellow brick road all the way to military school. No, not for me, but for my wonderful child.

Not the sarcasm. If my child was wonderful, I wouldn’t have to call off from work, wake up very early to get here at the crack of dawn, and sweat out my silk press to finally place my feet in the principal’s office. But since this was a military school, what was the correct wording? General’s building? Commanding officer’s? President’s?

He would tell me. The he who has not turned around from facing the window since we arrived not long ago. All my wonderful child and I have had the pleasure of looking at and talking to was the furniture surrounding us. The desks, the chairs, and the goddamn wallpaper were screaming one word: broke, broke, broke. I didn’t know how long I could take the insults. Although it was very dull inside the room—a clown would cry in this room and it seemed like the decorator had a fear of bright colors—I wanted out. I was uncomfortable. I’ve been standing here for at least two minutes and hadn’t been regarded for. I knew that he knew we had come in. The huge hardwood door opening and closing was a big factor in my discovery.

I was losing my patience. I looked to my right and saw my child—I had to pause—standing still?

Who was this child to the right of me and where did my crazy baby boy go?

I promise you this eleven year old boy had less patience than an infant. One time we had been standing outside Ralphs Supermarket and we spotted a girl outside selling Girl Scout cookies. I picked up a box and paid for mine and since he had an allowance, I made him pay for the things he wanted. He wanted cookies, so he gave the young girl his money. There was trouble opening the cash register, so a minute had passed by, but a minute was too long for this child. He made a noise then threw the box of cookies right at her father’s pudgy stomach.

Of course I had to buy ten boxes of cookies because of the occurrence—I didn’t want any legal trouble. I yelled, I cursed, and I took his iPad away, but things like that still occurred. He didn’t take me seriously and everytime I did yell or curse, I felt bad about it later—he was my only baby. I didn’t like to see him upset. I didn’t like being upset at him.

Yes, it was a tough situation. And even tougher situations came out of it because of my style of parenting—which was why I was here. Here being ignored. I had to speak, so I spoke,

“Um excuse me sir—“

Finally, he turned around and. . .and. . and what are we talking about again? Oh, his eyes? Well they were more sparkly than a disco ball. My eyes were definitely dancing all over him. His face, his arms, his uniform—

Stop. This was my son’s principal. No, Officer. No, General?

“Please sit down.” He said. His voice was just as I imagined. Deep and captivating.

Strangely it felt like that please was forced out.

My son and I moved around from standing next to the door and sat down in the chairs that were placed in front of the desk. Well actually—I was the only one who sat down. My son—my wonderful son—said,

“Mom, I don’t want to be here.”

I gave him a small encouraging smile. “I know baby, but you’ve been kicked out of three schools and I don’t have the ability to persuade you into another school again. This school will be perfect for you.”

“I’m not a baby.” Was the only thing he said to me in response, still standing.

“Sit down, son.” Mr. Curtain Watcher spoke up from behind the desk, sat in his chair.

And to my surprise, my son listened.

Mr. Military man wasn’t done with speaking though. He continued, “Your mother believes that this school is a perfect fit for you, so that means that I believe that this school is the perfect fit for you. Do you want me to become a liar?”

“No.” My little boy replied back in a small breath. It seemed that my little baby was nervous around this man and I knew this because his knee was bopping uncontrollably and he kept gulping.

I didn’t know whether to laugh or comfort him.

Scary man who made my son nervous turned his attention back to me. Weirdly, it caused me to sit up in my seat straighter. I didn’t know why I was slightly scared of the man. I wasn’t attending the school. “Ms. Rontol, it seems to me that you already filled out all the required documents online, you paid your fees and have turned in his suitcases to the front desk. Great. That makes my job easier.” Suddenly, he stopped gawking at me and switched it to my son. His eyes moving up and down. “I noticed that we have your address on file, were you not able to receive a package of the uniform?”

“Oh, we received it.” I said. His eyes moved back to me and I had to take a gulp. Why did it seem like I was in the hot seat? “I just didn’t think it was required for the first day.”

“It’s required. Every time he steps foot on campus, he’s required to wear a uniform.”

My back went straight. Is it really that big of a deal? He wasn’t officially a student until I left the premises. “Okay well I was going to take him out to lunch after this meeting, for our final goodbye, and I didn’t want him to be fitted up at Taco Bell.”

That was a joke. Like I would ever take my child to rotten Taco Bell… McDonald’s is more my forte.

It was silent for a second after my response. Then he said, “We have a dress code for everyone who steps on campus; including parents. It’s only fair that everyone applies by the same rules.”

I wanted to laugh. “What? I have to wear a uniform too?”

“No, but we have guidelines.”

“Excuse me? Are you trying to say something?” I didn’t think he even saw my outfit. The whole time we’ve been here, his eyes have either been connected directly with mine or on my son. Trust me, I would’ve felt if his gaze had wandered down a bit. Not because it's him, but I knew when anyone’s gaze wandered down a little too far for my liking.

I wasn’t even wearing anything scandalous. This outfit was produced from the modest side of my closet. My shirt did have a drop down v neck and because I was blessed in the chest area, some cleavage was showing, but you have to be kidding me? It was an ounce of cleavage and my skirt was past my knees. I was basically a nun.

“All I’m trying to do is inform you of the rules.” The man behind the desk said. “Your child watches everything you do and say.” He rudely reminded me.

But he was right. To my right, Knight—my son—was staring at me with wide eyes and an open wide. He couldn’t believe that I just talked back to the teacher.

“Yes, of course. I will look at the dress code right when I get back in the car.” I faked a smile and agreed.

“Great.” He said.

“Great. I said.”

[elecalice]

Commission

The Winner is... Cold Man!

This commission is the award for the winner of a casual MM8BDM tournament. Showing the winner at Dr. Light's Lab. The winner used Cold Man.

It's my first time doing Cold Man, and I had to learn his anatomy to draw him, since he's small. (smol cold) There isn't a concrete character sheet for the character, so I had to use official and manga art and his sprites as references.

While the background... Oh lord, the background. I had to use lines to draw both Cold Man and the background. Especially the Background. Curved lines and the symmetry ruler, you are my saviors. I'm not used to do detailed backgrounds like this. But I had to draw it. (Not so Fun Fact, I had to redraw the background when the first time failed.)

Despite that, I'm so happy to finish this commission. I apologize for the lack of drawings. I was really busy in IRL stuff, induction to the online institute classes, and struggling with IRL personal stuff... (I mean... at the moment I'm writing this post, Feburary 3rd, there a lot of wildfires here In Chile. Yesterday there were a lot where I live, thankfully not so much but it's still concerning)

Hope your like it! _Elec

Made in: CLIP

(Commission are open. Dedicated Carrd Co there: Click here! )

[wordfather]

your wip just called. hey man your wip just called. its asking where you've been man.

[majestyinfo]

“Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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[mossycobblestonewrites]

DC X DP PROMPT #4

Danny was one of the people hired to design/build the Watchtower. He got attached to it during this time and the space station is now considered as a part of his haunt.

This is the JLD's first time on the Watchtower, they IMMEDIATLY know what's up.

LJD: did you take a supernatural entities property or something?

LD: what? No! The lights are just like that :)

Danny, still employed on the Watchtower: Space go brrr

[tuliptheoshawott]

[scottathann]

MM&B had the best rm designs

You cannot give up just yet…

Stay determined!

[jadewritesficshere]

Steve and Eddie are sharing a joint, sitting in Steve's car. They're just talking about random shit, when Steve goes to apply chapstick. And that made him think about lipstick.

Steve likes lipstick. He voices this opinion. Likes the pop of color that draws the eyes. Likes how it emphasizes lips, makes them look even more kissable. Likes the marks they leave on the skin when kissing. It gets him all hot just thinking about the trail leading down and down-

And Eddie. Eddie just shrugs and returns to puffing on the joint they are sharing. Says he's never experienced it. Which, Steve thinks is criminal. Sure, Eddie is gay and it's the 1980s, but lipstick is just makeup and anyone should be able to wear makeup. I mean, Steve isn't shy to wearing lip gloss not that he advertises it.

So, Steve digs around his car, finds the lipstick that Robin left. He applies a thick layer to his lips, smacking them a few times. "I'll prove it, come here," Steve says leaning into Eddie's space.

And Eddie is wide eyed but agrees.

One kiss leads to two. Which leads to Steve pressing open mouthed kisses into Eddie's neck. Eddie moans and Steve whispers in his ear," I've wanted to do this for awhile,, you're so hot." Which leads to Eddie's shirt coming off. Leads to red lipstick trailing down Eddie's chest and down and down and

Yeah, Steve was right. Lipstick is hot.

[awearywritersworld]

"how could you?"

"satoru, i—"

"save it! your excuses mean nothing to me."

the expression he's wearing is one of absolute betrayal, and the sight forces a sigh from your lips. "you know i'd never intentionally hurt you."

"yeah? is that right?" he questions, no longer able to meet your gaze. "do you even love me anymore?"

crossing the room to stand before him, you take his hands in yours. they're cold to the touch, though that's not out of the ordinary.

"of course i do, satoru. you know i love you more than anything."

"then... then why did you leave this morning without giving me a kiss?"

you lean up on your tiptoes and press your lips to his cheek before answering. "i did give you a kiss."

he perks up at the revelation, and the straightening of his shoulders is accompanied by a sniffle that you silently regard as slightly theatrical. "really?"

"yes," you laugh. "but you were asleep and i couldn't bear to wake you up. you don't get enough rest as it is."

"oh, my darling beloved!" and just like that, it's like he was never upset in the first place. "i see! you were simply worried for my health!"

you hum in response, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

"then i suppose i can let you off the hook this time, but don't let it happen again."

"alright, silly boy."

he gasps, placing his hand over his heart. "me? silly? this is the first i'm hearing of it!"

[forecast0ctopus]

wet man wednesday

[gatoburr0]

Hehe hiii samurai shiver Hii um!!

Also yes I designed the tattoos from scratch and I still gotta do the one on her back 😪