[The Atomic Punk]

DREAM WITH ME
Original Character by H@RLEK(!)N; Story by The Atomic Punk

If you frown, I will turn myself upside down so I can see you smile. It is rare that flowers of such diverse color grow naturally in the same place. We planted them here – together. In this far-flung field away from everything and everyone. We created this special place during our special moments. These are not just flowers. These are memories. Memories of being together.

Close your eyes. Do you still see them? Do you still smell them? Do you see me? Do the flowers remind you of my perfume?

Now you are frowning and sad. No, that’s me. I forgot to turn myself right-side up. Open your eyes. There, we are both smiling again.

[The Atomic Punk]

Love them all. Personal favorites are Kiwi and Boss Spider.

[The Atomic Punk]

FEBRUARY 14th, 2169
Original Character by WMDBASSPLAYER; Story by the Atomic Punk

“It has been 76 years since the last official marriage and 42 since the last recognized civil union. Let’s not forget the last natural pregnancy was over 90 years ago. Persons in attendance, love has been lost.”

“And that’s your appeal to the World Council? You do realize that you will be fired if not imprisoned for such emotionalism.”

“Doctor, what I am saying is these surrogates can mean something more than carnal pleasure.”

“With due respect, Doctor, we designed these clones to eradicate a genetic defect.”

“The human touch is a ‘genetic defect?’ Listen to yourself. You are conditioned to accept this cold, impotent society.”

“You dare!”

“What? Oh… ‘impotent,’ yes… I forgot. Only those who are conditioned believe that ‘impotence’ is a fair trade for ‘omnipotence.’ Yet, gods we will never be.”

“I’ve had almost enough of your heresy!”

“Doctor, please calm down. You are getting… excited? Aroused?”

“The surrogate is ready… Doctor… Do you want to begin the tests?”

“Rubbish, Doctor! This occasion demands a tender approach.”

“Be careful, Doctor, it looks like there is an error in the genome sequencing. Right here. The isoleucine and glutamic acid are reversed. The surrogate is unstable.”

“Hello, my dear, you have such beautiful eyes.”

“Careful, Doctor…”

“I see, well maybe the Doctor is correct, my dear. Your gluteus maximus is disproportionately large for your body type. My name is Doctor… ARGH!!!”

“I warned you, Doctor. Watch what you say to a woman. She’ll tear your heart out. Oh, hello dear. Yes, ‘peace’ to you, too.”

[The Atomic Punk]

Very trippy!

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Willkommen, MidnightArtGuy! Unfortunately your link says “MidnightArtGuy’s images are not publicly available.”

[The Atomic Punk]

It’s the most wonderful time of the year! Genius using the body-alternate and bustier for the football.

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Dress

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@headlessgeneral: Thanks, she’s fun to write.

@WMDBASSPLAYER: I think that I’m developing a common theme around some of your designs. However, I seem to find two or three stories in each. Stay tuned.

@JR19795: Jeimuzu gave a great backstory for that dress. Are you looking for a new direction or a detailed narrative? By the way, both designs are excellent!

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@JR19759 said:

@FRM said:

and why are we speaking english in greek letters?

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Character Design Contest ♯32- Keeping It In The Family

Design heroes who are related. I have added the Funars to my meta-verse.

TIL DEATH DO US PART

Close-up

Andreas and Jofranka Funar married six months after they had met in the circus. They seemed a perfect match. He was the magician, a star attraction. Jofranka was the fortuneteller and mystic. The marriage was blissful until Andreas’ younger brother Grigore returned from incarceration. He had spent five years in prison for dealing drugs. No sooner was he released that Grigore resumed his old ways.

Grigore had recruited Andreas to help him. A travelling circus was the perfect cover for smuggling and selling narcotics. Jofranka did not know. Word did reach Jofranka’s older sister Roxana. Roxana, a more powerful but less flamboyant mystic and former postulant, came to Jofranka’s aide.

The circus had made its first stop ever in the United States. That night, Grigore and Andreas went to meet a connection in San Diego. Roxana had followed them. When she confronted the brothers, Grigore shot her. The connection panicked and shot the two brothers. Roxana muttered a prayer under her dying breath. Grigore muttered a curse.

Soon after the murders, Jofranka began to have nightmares about Andreas. She feared that he had gone to hell for his misdeeds. Indeed, he had. In desperation to save her love from eternal damnation, she struck a deal with the Demon Lord. He gave the widow a list of 66 demons who had escaped to earth. If she captures them all, the Demon Lord will return Andreas to her.

Jofranka said that her power alone would not be enough. The Demon Lord made a concession. Andreas is able to assist by sharing his energy through her wedding ring. With the ring, Jofranka can talk to Andreas. She can unleash his power, which drags the insolent demons back to hell.

Unbeknownst to Jofranka, her sister Roxana’s soul now possesses her cat. Likewise, the evil Grigore’s possesses Andreas’ pet rat. Roxana works to free both her sister and Andreas from the Demon Lord’s contract. Grigore bides his time, looking to steal the accumulated power for himself. The two often chase each other in front of Jofranka. Behind the scenes, they game of cat-and-mouse is much deadlier.

[The Atomic Punk]

Mask the “Electricity Pattern” to the wings. Set Color 2 to Alpha 0. Stretch the Pattern to desired effect.

Download AtomicPunk-VeinedWings.txt

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Thanks, WMD. Let’s say that I had some “assistance” when writing your request. I’m not happy with it, personally. Here’s a second version.

THE HIRELINGS
Original Design by WMDBASSPLAYER; Story by The Atomic Punk

“Hey, Frank, you feeling stupid right now?”

“What? I’m not following, Brenna.”

“Why are we guarding this path? The demon can fly. We’re standing here with our backs to the fight.”

“You know, now that you mention…”

“Frank, the satyr didn’t hire us to help catch a demon. This is an ambush!”

[The Atomic Punk]

Nice. The zypping on her face really adds dimension and character.

I missed this week’s challenge, too.

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Prima! (or should I say “Отлично!”)

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AMERICAN ANGEL: Graduation Day
Original Character Design by headlessgeneral; Story by The Atomic Punk

“Congratulations, baby girl!”

“Thanks, Dad! Love You, mom! See you at the party!”

“You’re not coming with us?”

“I’ll be there in a bit. Javelin challenged me to one last race. He could never beat me. It’s a boy thing.”

“Alright, but watch out for billboards and don’t fly into air traffic lanes.”

“Hey, American Girl! Doc Winters wants to see you!”

“It’s ‘American Angel’ now, Mustang.”

American Angel hugged her parents, waved to the news cameras, and exchanged high fives with her classmates. She met Dr. Winters under the ceremony pavilion. Dr. Winters stood proudly. American Angel looked up to her mentor and returned his smile . The five-foot seven-inch recent graduate had no choice but to look up to a man of six-foot six-inches. Dr. Winters asked his protegée to sit across from him. American Angel noticed the tablet on the picnic table.

Dr. Winters chuckled, “I see by the alterations to your uniform that you will not be joining the Angels?”

The two had discussed this throughout American Angel’s training at the Meta-Research Consortium. American Angel pointed to the scar over her right eye. The wound was a reminder that she was almost a victim. She wanted to defend the helpless not wait for an accident to happen. Dr. Winters’ said that he admired American Angel’s spirit. However, he noted that many who go it alone “often have rather short careers.” His smile faded as his heart sank.

American Angel quickly turned the conversation. “So, what’s on the tablet?”

“The wildfires encroaching on San Francisco were deliberate,” Dr. Winters said as he scrolled through a presentation of news articles and pictures. “The Federal Reserve Bank holds millions in gold and other precious metals. Not to mention some highly sensitive research. The fire is a diversion from a plan to raid the FRB.”

“I see…” said American Angel skeptically. This was some set up to get her to join the Angels.

She crossed her arms and glowered at Dr. Winters. Dr. Winters scrolled a few pages further and faced the tablet right at American Angel. She squinted to make out the picture. It seemed nothing more than an aerial shot of the wildfire. American Angel shrugged. Dr. Winters zoomed to a corner of the picture with a few finger flicks.

“Do you see now?” he asked.

American Angel spotted what looked to be like a man in an armored suit. A video began to play on the tablet. The armored man was spraying the trees with flamethrowers attached to both gauntlets.

“This is PyroBug,” Dr. Winters explained. “We don’t think he’s working alone. This could be trouble for the Angels. American Angel, you were one of my best students. We need you.”

American Angel’s smile returned, “Let’s go rip open this tin can.”

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