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[mensfactory]

1963 Chevrolet Corvette Studio Concept Split Window Coupe !

Designer Pete Brock's personal car built as his ultimate vision for the vehicle. 

The exterior is painted in Ferrari Azzurro California Blue.

[sun-e-chips]

December prompt from the "Little Stars Writing Club" Discord: (y/n finds mer DCA stuck in a net on the beach)

As you can guess I will be inserting my beloved Waterspark Axolotl Sun for this prompt so enjoy!

Content Warnings: hurt/comfort, blood and injury, mentions of death, one-off, non-canon

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A drop of coolness hits your forehead and runs along your brow.

You hadn’t anticipate your evening walk along the beach to be a rainy one but you harbor no complaints as you find enjoyment having the shore all to yourself.

Of course the grey skies and foggy atmosphere don’t make for the best companion on this rather chilly evening but you welcome its company regardless, playing “I spy” with objects nearing In the distance you try to make out their being before making 20 steps of their location.

And you aren’t too shabby at this little game so far.

Crumbling sandcastle, 23 steps.

Lifeguard tower, 70 steps.

Plastic pail and two shovels, 25 steps.

Beach chair with umbrella, 48 steps.

??????, 50 steps.

Nearing in the distance you’re not sure what your eyes are trying (and failing) to make out.

The mass is faint, a large rock maybe? The fog conceals any distinguishable clues, fuzzying the whole picture into a dark grey blob.

You continue your path. Squinting at the figure does little to reveal any results.

Then it moves.

You stop dead in your tracks.

As the form shifts and breaths the silhouette begins to come together in your mind.

At first you think it resembles a lion but as you cautiously peer closer to what you think to be sleeping wild cat, the smoothness and lack of fur becomes apparent.

And the blood.

There's a lot of blood.

Has it been skinned!?

You curse under your breath, seeing now a net entangling and constricting the animals body. Blood trickles from its wounds, traveling down into a thin river receding towards the rising tide.

Your mutters must have been heard, the creature sits up with alarming speed that you wouldn’t have thought its injuries could allow for.

When it lifts its head the horror that must have been dawned on your face as you meet eyes with a wild Mer.

It holds eye contact with you. Stunned, you stare back at something you never thought you would see with your own eyes. A mermaid (or merman from what you can tell). One of an aquatic salamander species to be precise.

Your gaze travels over his face, The Axolotle Mer is ringed with starred feathery gills that resemble pointed rays, or something similar to a seven limbed starfish. Maybe there used to be eight? There’s an empty gap on his lower left side where another gill could have filled the space.

One line of the net cuts deep into the center of his forehead, but even with the blood seeping into its eyes he doesn’t break the frozen stare with you.

The red glare sends a shiver down your spine.

He had twisted his shoulders to be able to face you. You both study one another. Following down his built physique it’s undeniable the strength in this being, he has muscular arms likely used to support his large and plump axolotle lower body when necessary.

You almost think better to call for help, marine rescue, the cops, anyone for assistance because something fierce buried in your gut is telling you not to go near this wild animal.

But your sympathetic heart carries a heavy weight that anchors and threatens to sink you if you don’t help him as soon as possible. And you’ve been much fooler a person for less dire a situation.

A life is on the line.

And you won’t risk the tide sweeping this one away into its unforgiving depths.

You have to think on your feet. You need to find something sharp.

Searching In the beach litter you miraculously find a decent sized shard of a broken bottle, a careless and unfortunate reflection on human kind and their lack of respect for planet Earth but just what you need in this moment.

Returning to your previous place the creature, still craning itself, never takes its eyes off of you.

You take a deep encouraging breath and cautiously begin to step closer.

His lower half seems depleted, covered in cuts and bruising. You bite your cheek seeing just how bad the extent of damage one discarded net can do.

Under the blood and bruising you can barely make out the cream and turquoise coloring, even more faint you see orange and red patterns decorating its limbs and eel-like tail.

You figure that the back end would be the safest to begin working on.

As you strategize what you should slice you don’t dare to glance up to see if he is still glaring at you for fear that it might rip away what little courage you have left.

Finally you settle your nerves and kneel down right beside his right back leg, setting the makeshift knife down before grabbing a handful of netting to untangle where you need to make your first cuts.

Setting your only line of defense down would be your first, and likely now last mistake you will ever make.

A large hand swiftly hooks under your knee and tears you closer. Your cheek harshly plants on the rough sand hard and solid from the cold rain. You don’t even have a second to gather yourself on what’s happening before your body begins to be dragged towards the ocean.

The burning in your cheek is nothing compared to the panic taking over at the realization of what a being is capable of for desperate self preservation.

He’s going to risk drowning you both.

You kick and fight to pull yourself back, fruitless fingers digging into the loosening wet sand as shells rake and cut under your nails and fingertips.

The badly injured Mer is slow in his executionary drag, a cruel fate only 10 steps away.

Even in your dread you can’t find it in yourself to blame his fear. You fully believe that in his mind he’s choosing the lesser of two demises, letting the sea take him over the land stranger with a barbaric littered weapon.

Wait, the shard!

You twist to see the piece sitting right where you left it. It may be both yours and his only hope.

Since you’re kicking and pulling has now proven futile you turn to your last resort.

You bite.

You bite down and sink your teeth hard into the flesh of the Mer, fresh blood pours from his skin and coats the inside of your mouth with a sickly iron taste.

The Mer stifles a hiss and gives you just enough slack to kick his hand from under your knee so you can crawl back to snag the glass.

The jagged edges prickle and almost stick to your palm.

In an instant the Mer is upon you, grabbing under both your knees and hugging them tightly to his chest as he turns and makes another drag for the water.

All you see is the underbelly of the creature and the netting that falls on either side of you, now trapping you both. And to make matters worse somehow, having a new spark of energy, the Mer is even faster in his haul to the creeping waves. You know you have very little time.

You begin cutting.

The cuts are frenzied and desperate but your exact as to not accidentally lacerate the Mer as you slice open the bondage that thankfully begins to give way.

It’s already difficult seeing through the darkness and your own fearful tears obstructing your vision but you keep cutting. Cutting with such forceful, careful precision that blood is seeping from your hand where you grasp the glass.

You cry out In unbridled terror when you feel water rush under your back.

With a final slice through a wad of netting you drop the shard and quickly grasp and yank the rope into your arms. The mesh falls from the smooth body with ease and you gather the bundle tightly to your chest.

Then you freeze. Figuratively crossing your fingers as you shut your eyes and choke back another sob so to be as still and non threatening as possible.

Instantaneously the Mer stops, having felt the weight gone.

There’s a moment of stillness where neither of you dare to move a muscle.

Then your legs are released.

And you look up to see a very bloodied. And very tired, Mer.

He looks to you with broken and scared eyes. Fresh flowing tears wash away all prior redness from his gaze.

Your tears and fear match his own and you allow yourself to sob.

No souls will be lost to the ocean today.

He collapses beside you, the little energy from his fight or flight exhausted.

You both just lay there in the sand allowing your wimper and sobs to fill the salty air until the rainy sky dims into the night.

You don’t know at what moment you passed out but when you wake up to open skies and shimmering stars overhead, you don’t miss how a silky body cradles and warms you in the darkness.

You think you’ll call him Sun.

[morecarsthatnevermadeit]

German car-maker Glas ran into financial difficulties in the mid-1960s and was taken over by BMW in 1966, primarily to access the Dingolfing company’s production facilities (now BMW's largest single plant). Carrozzeria Frua had worked with Glas and prepared a fastback version of their V8 coupé. Presented at the 1967 Geneva Motor Show, after the takeover, Pietro Frua hoped BMW might still want to put the BMW-Glas 3000 V8 Fastback Coupé into series production, but they never did.

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[itcars]

Bugatti Golden Era

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[basimdasasonst]

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[classic-vintage-bmw]

The 1994 / 1998 Karmann K2 was a one-off prototype built on a '94 BMW E36 328i cabriolet platform. In the late 90's, Karmann converted it so that could easily be transformed into a pillarless coupe, convertible or pickup truck. You can learn more about it in the following link https://classic-vintage-bmw.tumblr.com/9498karmannk2