#i love vp so much

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - Red Skelton Hour - An Original Davinci After I posted the top gif earlier, someone asked for the original content from which it came.. here ya are. :)

[pollyannawog]

leafos eats weed candy

Based on this legendary comic by @punkitt-is-here

I felt the sudden compulsion to draw this and the gc agreed this was the best combo...

[olgipolgi]

Shadowheart 🤍🌾💚

[kaphzzz]

🥺 colter orther and epilogue chorles are the two most precious thinfs ever i will preach this to whoever will listne

[elvenbeard]

Just some quick snapshots from last night, because I've missed them a lot + knuckle kisses + looking at each other over the edge of their sunglasses 〒▽〒

[kharonion]

You've got my body, flesh and bone / The sky above, the Earth below. — 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿 𝚃𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽

[yujeong]

Ugh... had anyone in the fandom ever noticed that the handcuffs are entirely visible in the background of this shot or will I be the first one to scream about it?

Because, in case you hadn't noticed, the fucking handcuffs are entirely visible in this shot. And not only that, they are blurred at first and then the camera, like, focuses on them a little? Or at least makes the background less blurry??

The fucking visual storytelling of having the shot focus on the rope, on Pete's hand offering the rope, then on Vegas taking hold of the rope - accepting the rope, accepting the willing submission that Pete is offering - while also having THE PREVIOUS FORM OF BONDAGE VISIBLE. BEHIND HIM. Behind him because this is new, behind him because their relationship is taking a new shape, behind him because he's let Pete free to choose and he chose him, he CHOSE HIM, HE CHOSE THIS. Someone bring me Kinn real quick, I'm craving a bullet to my head.

[my-alternatevy]

she got out of hibernation

[peachym00]

"No pools."

kpanniversary2024 - prompt: haunting

(post-canon, post-hospital)

When the smell hit his nose, it stopped Pete in his tracks. It was enough to tear him away from the present and take him back to the dark and painful memory that hid in the shadows of his very being—lurking there, waiting.

Haunting him.

He was only there for a favour. It wasn’t like he needed the money; for once in his life, he had more of the stuff than he knew what to do with. But he wanted to get out of the house, to feel like he had more of a purpose, to feel like he still had a friend. Porsche needed help. That much was clear to anyone within six feet of him and his attempts at being the new head of the minor family. And Pete, being Pete, couldn’t help but hold onto the hand that reached out for him.

They weren’t even in the minor family compound. Pete didn’t make a habit of returning there very often, and Vegas and Macau even less. For obvious reasons, it wasn’t somewhere that any of them wanted to spend their time.

But Pete hadn’t smelt that smell since it happened. And when it hit him as he walked past the outdoor pool in the gentle warmth of the late afternoon sun, his body went cold with immediate dread.  

One whiff of chlorine and he was back to that night, the pain shooting through his knees as he dropped to the floor, the sight of Vegas’s skin losing its colour as the life drained from his body—the sound of his own screams as he mourned what was in front of him.

It was…visceral. The image of the scene of his worst living nightmare playing before him like he had a front seat at the theatre. And it wouldn’t stop. Why was there a ringing in his ears? Just playing over and over and over and over–

Pete.

and over and over and over and over–

“Pete!”

The ringing stopped, and he was wrenched out of the past and back into the present.

“Huh?” He asked dumbly, emotionally distraught and hoping desperately no one had noticed.

“You okay, man?” Porsche looked concerned as he pulled down his sunglasses and perched them on the end of his nose so he could peer down at him.

He blinked. “I’m fine,” he plastered on a smile, breathing in and out slowly in a bid to stave off the ever-building panic.

Porsche frowned, though he slowly pushed his glasses back up his nose, maintaining his immaculate play-pretend persona. “All right, man, if you say so. Anyway, so if I send over those files–”

Most things after that fly straight over his head. His body goes on autopilot, almost as if he blacks out. It's not until he somehow drives back home and sits in the driveway of his new house, tucked deep into a fancy gated neighbourhood, that he comes back to his senses. His hands shake as he takes the keys out of the ignition, stiffly getting out of the car and making his way into the house.

It’s quiet when he walks inside, yet his mind is anything but. The sudden need to find Vegas, to see him with his own eyes just to prove he’s still alive, takes over him. He barely remembers to take off his shoes before he rushes further inside, searching through every room until he finds who he’s looking for.

By the time he finds Vegas, who is tucked into the corner of the couch in the spare room, his heart is palpitating out of his chest. The window was perfectly positioned to let in the afternoon sun, so he could frequently be found napping there. Fatigue plagued him in his recovery, and it was not uncommon to come across him asleep. But today, the sight of him passed out does not make him smile. It makes Pete want to scream and howl and wish he would never close his eyes again (for as long as he lives).

He hardly makes a sound as he tiptoes across the room, but he manages to disturb Vegas anyway, his eyes squinting open before Pete has a chance to sit down. “You’re back,” he croaks, eyes brightening as his gaze lands on him. “how’d it go?” He yawns as Pete sits down next to him.

The answer to the question escapes him; in fact, most thoughts escape him. The black cloud of the past still looms over his brain, flooding his memories.

“Pete?” A hand on his knee makes him jump slightly, “what’s wrong?”

“Let’s not get a pool,” he manages, forcing down the need to scream.

“What?” Vegas laughs incredulously, pulling Pete’s arm so he sinks into his side.

“I don’t want to get a pool; let’s not build one,” he repeats, closing his eyes in relief when he can hear the beat of Vegas’s heart underneath his ear.

“Okay. Whatever you want,” Vegas speaks quietly, confused, almost as if trying not to scare away a spooked animal.

A kiss is pressed to his forehead, and the need to scream dissipates.

“No pools.”

[imaginarycyberpunk2023]

OTP: Lite Sneeze // Macha Richter and Vinnie Gallo

This is inspired by my friends @nukavex and @kdval

When they meet, the only sporty thing Macha does, is Yoga. Vinnie invites her to a boxing training session one day and she gets hooked (pun intended). She soon notices she feels much more powerful and confident. And Vinnie, of course, loves making her sweat.

Machas clothing by Apzurv

[covertblizzard]

jaykyle au where they're theatre kids in the same school but they're not the actors jason's the scriptwriter/director and kyle is the prop manager (i don't know the official terms sorry) and they'd probably do an amazing job on the backstage setting if they could stop arguing for 5 whole seconds about their artistic visions and ideas and how "this would obviously work better this way"

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

VINCENT PRICE and PETER LORRE --

THE RAVEN (1963) dir. Roger Corman

[kissporsche]

*looks inside Vegas’s brain*: hmm yep, that’s about the mess I would expect

*looks inside Pete’s brain*: oh jesus christ. what the fuck is going on in there. absolutely not, put it back

[olgipolgi]

Wyll Ravengard - The Blade of Frontiers 🗡

[harellan]

Shadows'll fade before you.

[elvenbeard]

90 fuckin' Years

HHHHHH I went straight to taking screenshots for this the day Kerry's birthday was confrimed on the 7th XD But cause life is chaotic and I have too many projects all at once it took me a while to finish it. But here we are now!! ;__; And I'm so happy with how it turned out and uuugghhh my feels I cry looking at some of these frames.

So like, the thing is, Kerry is obviously super happy with Vince, despite all the hardships and battles and whatnot. But also, he's still battling with depression, even the most harmonic, loving relationship and love can't fix that (even if it makes things easier sometimes). And the way I interpret Kerry from how he's depicted in game, I imagine especially around anniversaries of any sorts he probably always gets a bit more gloomy.

But the same way Vince is physically recovering here, Kerry is beginning to as well I'd like to imagine! pushing away the bad thoughts and being like "yeah, you know what, it's been a turbulent but a good life and I'm glad I'm still around to have this now". And they're both healing together and yeah ;___;

Making his eyes brown was a spontaneous decision, they're just Photoshopped real quick. But with his whole theme of embracing himself more again (and I also don't think the blue eyes were necessarily his first choice, but probably more a nice brand deal the label pushed on him and he was just like "whatever" in his depressed state of mind) I think he would eventually go back to his natural eye color.

Vince's scars are also photoshopped, although I hope one day when I have him as NPV I can make him a 2078 appearance that has them properly on the model uwu I really like how they turned out though, especially the one at the base of his skull!

But yeh ;__; happy belated birthday old man (who would only be 36 now, and just 5 years older than me shhh). To many more bad decisions that lead to good things in the long run!