Discussion in 'Show Your Collection' started by toothaction, Jun 19, 2016.
loving the latest entries .. How about some giant size Keshi..
How about 'em? Great adds!
So, a full page in under a week. I think the next picture should be of our grumpy Canadian friend eating his touqe!
Well, I am generally chewing on it anyways out of habit, so that's okay. If I had the photoshop skills I would correctively adjust my grumpy avatar with the bobbled headgear munching.
Anyways, as I contributed no small part to filling up that page, I think my true feelings on the matter are clear.
^ Hey, @The Moog ! Get on that, will you?
My bug needs a bath.
Buta ButaNoHana Taiya Tires ThunderMask
Diving right back in for some delicious Bullmark-by way of Yuji delight.
Your bug needs to quit eating my mint.
I'm liking your new avatar, by the way, David! With skllbrain's changes, it seemed appropriate to go in fresh faced for me too. Tho I'm still not completely sold on the one I've been test driving.
The sinus cavity thingie? Thanks, but I'm just a pretty lady trying on hats: 'Dada loves Ultra' will be back soon enough.
You're welcome to try 'er on for size!
Change is fine, I guess, but I'll still always think of you as "Boo".
Mike Tyson wrote this commencement address just for you, d-bo: http://www.adultswim.com/videos/mike-tyson-mysteries/kidnapped-pt-3/
And I feel ya, bud. In the meantime, the real Boo Velvet can use all of your love, your support, and your singles:
NSFW! (No Nudity)
Though I quite enjoyed the fan mail (#scandalous), I just can't pull off pasties the way she does. I think it's all the hair.
Sorry to continue the derail, but It is a thread of flesh after all.
It's an old blow-mold squeaky tiger, from ye olde flea market
Omg this is an amazing thread! Ill have to remember this for flesh pink vinyl figures i get.
Some of my favorite flesh vinyl toys.
WOW.. Such wonderful detail in that Dino
Wow! Love the Dancheera in flesh!!!
Here's my newest piece o' sweet meat, on tour with his buddy Prenute:
@boon velvet You know JP, I was always wondering why you switched pseudonyms on us. I think you will be 'Boo' for a while to a lot of Sbers. So have you ever explained the origin of your handle here (I know there was a thread for that once upon a time)?
Ooh, lovely @rattanicus, shiny flesh vinyl is a glory to behold. I am really enjoying your 'nute journey as well; I eagerly await the next release of that fella.
Yep, I wondered about that too!
Is it a secret?
More shiny flesh~
Nothing too fancy here. Just a couple Ultraman toys that have remained unpainted in my collection.By themselves they aren't that special but with others, they're pretty cool.
Not sure why this pic didn't work so...posting it again:
So FAR from that.
An Ultra collection after my own heart Bert! And daaammn, two elbowdees Ultramans? That is spectacular. This made my day, thanks Bert!
* Aside, how many sticks do you go through in your league? ha (or are you the secret team equipment manager too? ^_^ )
flesh out in the cold ~
Huh, well another new sb tool unveiled. This @so&so is a welcomed addition.
@rattanicus , Prenute looks like he's stretching to be as tall as Wool. Awesome twosome, Rei. If not already, they belong in the "Pairing Up" thread as well.
@The Moog , shhhh, they have eyes (& thighs) everywhere. #burlesquemafia.
She really did influence the change, but it turned out to be therapeutic and progressive.
@ultrakaiju , I know I've discussed my health issues a few times, but 'm not sure I've ever talked about my name on here actually. Trying to do so is turning out to be a lot more difficult than I thought it would be too (been attempting to write this since Monday). It's tough stuff trying to write out sensitive material that's always been beyond words for me, and then sharing it with you skullbrains (though it's also been a rough week health-wise). But it needed to happen, especially with my first toy releasing this month, so although this is kinda a weird thread for it (maybe belongs in a thread for spooks and kooks?) and this'll probably disappear before too long itself, let's do. Thank You for lighting the fire, Steve And please excuse the disarranged thoughts (those who know what it's like to vocalize personal trauma will understand).
Spoiler: Cause it's one helluva story and that includes lots of longness.
8 years into being sick, "boo velvet" came about as part coping mechanism / part new identity of rediscovered self after most of my former life had eventually fallen away... Lying on the floor surrounded by walls of boxes, half conscious, seizing, soaked with urine, and in a terrible amount of pain, I'd just been moved by friends from NC to North GA after my fiancee left and I was no longer handicapable enough to keep our home. Enter boo velvet, the daydream that kept me going. Boo was the spirit of a 19th centruy, Southern detective of the unknown, who was on a quest to validate and document every mysterious supernatural experience and tru yokai across the South East's historic towns, plantations, woods, rivers, and swamplands. He had a greater motive though, one of cheating death and having a body of his own again. Since I couldn't use my body, we made a trade: that he was more than welcome to it as long as he'd allow my conscious mind to accompany him on his adventures. I could tell that he would've stolen it if he could, but I knew that he didn't know how, but (1) he also could take away my pain and (2) his presence gave me a purpose again. We could live thru each other, and there was great pleasure in it. I'll always remember this 1 repeating tagline as if from a 1950's serial, "An old southern gentleman, boo is just as comfortable & graceful @ dancing with a fine southern belle, as he is when fighting demonic beasts too damned for hell. Something like that... But it was also dark and boo & I parted ways following an assault rifle incident against myself (I got 1 of 3 shots off, at my foot while trying to figure it out actually, but I'm sooo damn glad I don't know how to work one of those - was my military roommate's) and that had me arrested and put in a facility ,where they weren't sure what to do with me (when you're a grown man who can't live without the assistance of others, no matter how productive, kind , grateful, and humble you try to be, your family and best friends might not claim those roles anymore. It falls below norms. Would you take in your best friend or brother if he needed round the clock care?). The alter-ego of bv was an outlet to living a life in contrast to my own, when I was almost nothing more than an electrified puddle. And he lived in a fantastical world, one of excitement and adventure that explored my lifetime fascination and curiosity with creatures of legends and folk tales, ghosts, demons, and the like... My toys were originally going to center just around boo's adventures, but I not only have many toy interests & ideas that I'd like to look into, but I also don't want to tie myself to a character that I have moved away from and no longer need. Of course the figures of the first series, "Yokai Americana" , are directly influenced by a mix of our adventures + reality, cause they're just too cool not to do anything with
I am thankful that lady velvet came along and that I hadn't officially shown or released anything under "boo" yet, because although I didn't know it at the time, I needed to move beyond that association. I'd been using "boo velvet" in my private creative world since first meeting him in 2010, meanwhile another artist had come along and since established herself under the same handle (that's what I get for turning into a recluse). They're different worlds (thank godzilla, no one wants to see my crippled ass fall out of a cake), but with the name playing such a specific personal role from the start and with so much meaning instilled, it became sullied with another. "There can be only 1!" Of course this all takes place in my head and is a big deal to no-one else, but it's my name to wear and the significance no longer felt the same. But that was a blessing in disguise (also in my head). Welcome "boon velvet" with an "N". I took the "N" from being an introvert, which contributed to becoming a recluse before (not that it has to be that way), and "boon" still sounds like the name of an old southern outdoorsman. But it was when I looked up the meaning that I realized boon was the natural progression of boo and where I was. "boon" turns out to mean "blessing" actually. How about that? Ha, I'm no blessing to anyone else, but it was for me, having moved as far forward as I think I can at this point. So please, call me boon.
I mentioned that I've always had a heavy interest in ghost stories, legends of the unknown, and the other-worldy. As a child my favorite books were on Civil War ghost stories and the "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark" titles. It went beyond just an interest though, because I could relate, and aside from my poor health being a large contributing factor, there's some interesting history that I also attribute with boo's manifestation... I think it'll be easier for me to talk about all this if I kinda remove myself and give it the bullet point treatment.
I grew up in the woods of South Georgia and aside from my own experiences, the South East US is mostly swamp and country, and it's ripe with paranormal tales throughout its culture and history. Almost everyone I know here has a personal supernatural experience to speak of that genuinely frightens or excites them. And it's not uncommon for em to have occurred with multiple witnesses present.
I've been present for a handful of these unexplained encounters with others present and whom experienced the same things. Aside from the ones that were obviously real like coming across lame ass "devil worshipers" sacrificing dogs while we were motorbiking at Devil's Ditch or the cloaked midnight candle burners in an old 19th century family plot in the middle of nowhere on Hard-Up Road (an old rd of churches and plantations tucked back in the woods), the most realistic of the "ghosts" visually was a filleted human face that we were so convinced was real, we went to the Newton police station and reported it, to the chief's response that we weren't the first to see "the face" (yep, they had a name for it) and that there have been reports about that place since long before he had joined up. Ha, still we were so convinced it was the real deal that we made him promise he'd check it out... Here're a couple pics I took of the Newton house where it occurred (the origin story of that old home is not a good one) - Image 1 and Image 2.
This's the one that's hard to talk about... When I was 12, the super-realistic visions I had throughout childhood of demonic-type entities were discovered to be hallucinations caused by an experimental drug I was put on as an infant. I continued to have visions, but only a handful of times until I was about 18. Three of these experiences that I remember in particular are pretty chilling, but there's 1 tht's up there with the most frightening things I've ever heard about and caused me to have a phobia of cats until I was in my late twenties... I admit that I have a hard time believing that they were hallucinations when they seemed just as real as anything else...
I don't expect anyone to believe any of this, but that's as much of the truth as I know about it. I have many more exciting and bizarre true stories than those, and thought that if I ever wrote an autobiography it would be called - "The Most Interesting Plant in the World" (I may be a bed-jockey now, but because of that, I'm sooo thankful I lived a reckless venturesome youth)... Please do me a favor though, if you think any of this' bs, dn't come to me with it. I know that's 1 of the risks of putting it out there, but it's too dang personal... When you see something that you don't believe in, then it'll click. None of it matches up with my quite logical beliefs, but that's because people like to assign answers and applied-reason to the unknown out of fear. They're not what we say they are. Though I may be bat-shit crazy. This I can accept.
Sorry I don't have any flesh pics to share at the moment.
^ An amazing story JP! Thank you for sharing it, and making me think about and appreciate the mystery of life.
I've never seen (I don't think) anything to make me a "witness" per se to a supernatural level of this world, but I believe in magic! And my imagination has always taken me somewhere magical. I love our ability to wrap our lives in fantastical thoughts and live accordingly, on whatever level we can.
Even if I never get to "touch" my dreams, or have them materialize, it doesn't matter because I still have the experience of having been there, and in retrospect it becomes just as real as any place I've walked through. It becomes part of my reality.
You've no "flesh pics" maybe, but you've bared the flesh of your soul! And I admire you for it. Stay awesome boon!!!
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