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swingbakuraryou · 10 months
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A collection of penmenship guidebooks from the 19th-20th century.
From school house student cursive to ornamental flourishes.
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alexlikeart · 1 year
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grapplingzone · 2 years
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We want to help all our summer campers improve and be one step ahead when the new school year begins, so we added a penmanship class for our little grapplers and handwriting/cursive for our older group. Summer at Grappling Zone is not just about having fun but improving and utilizing Jiujitsu to be one step ahead . #penmenship #summercamp #summercampbjj #bjjkids #animals #payingitforward #givers #worldchangers #communitychampions #grapplingzone #grapplingzonebjj #grapplingzonepearland #gznation #bjjlife #jiujitsu #jiujitsufamily #jiujitsu #pearlandtx #friendswoodtx #houstontx (at Grappling Zone) https://www.instagram.com/p/CepihzgsFxo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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maskyartist · 4 months
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@mirrow-hamato and @warning-heckmouth both have violently infected me with brainworms after seeing their posts on Clay being the one in the Diamond instead of Floyd so may I offer y’all fine Clay lovin folks-
A lil bit of my own personal Crystal Clear Clay AU :)
Under the cut don’t wanna make it long but yeah lil ficlet under the cut cause this concept has me insane bonkers crazy! And if I can’t draw it may as well write it
The room was dark and quiet. The air, cold and empty, as lifeless as the little creature trapped in its cage feels in this moment. Then again, is it new? To feel so much smaller? So much weaker?
Clay curls up in the silence of the recording booth, tail tucked neatly under his head as he stares at his reflection in the crystalline wall of his Diamond prison.
How long has it been? Since he’s been stolen away from the Putt Putts? How long has he been syphoned of his essence, of his talent? How long has he had to deal with the constant existence that was Velvet and Veneer? And Crimp, too, he supposes.
He really doesn’t like Velvet. Then again, she doesn’t like him, either. They were aiming for Floyd. Clay may not know much beyond the walls of the Putt Putt Greens, but he knows his brothers. Remembers them well enough. He knew Floyd would always strive for bigger and better things. He thrived under the spotlight, it shouldn’t surprise him that’s who the twins wanted. Floyd would’ve made a great solo career…
They didn’t get John Dory, the leader with a voice that could truly project across entire stadiums, no microphone required.
They didn’t get Spruce, the confidence, the posture, the heartthrob personality that must be carrying him now. He was such a charmer.
They didn’t get Floyd, who’s already incredible enough for reasons stated earlier.
Even Bitty B…sweet little Branch. The voice of an angel, that’s what he had. He would rather die then let his babiest brother get hurt like this, but he knows.
Anyone is better then Clay.
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“Which one was he again…? The stupid one or something?” Veneer asks, mostly to his sister as he looks Clay over in his newly obtained prison.
“The uh…the fun one.” Clay murmured. “I’m the fun one.”
“Since when?” Velvet plucked the capsule from Veneer’s hands to glare at him. Clay was never tough. He just presses further into the Diamond walls. She rolls her eyes and looks at her brother. “This is why I don’t let you do important tasks! We were supposed to get a talented one, not some run down side-show!”
Veneer pouts at his sister, crossing his arms. “He’s still part of Brozone! Maybe he’s got some talent left?”
“There better be! That’s the only reason we needed one of them, and this one better be worth it!” Velvet huffs. “Hopefully, we’ll find some actual talent on the way home.”
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He’s not stupid. Probably one of the smartest out of his brothers, at this point. He knew from the moment the band became popular he was no one’s favorite. Always the other brother. Always the yellow one. People never knew his name. Just his title. He never got much fanmail, or cheers, or anything, really. He was just…
The funny one. And now he’s not even that anymore.
Even more humiliating, Clay was no one without that title. No one without the band. No one without his brothers. He wanted to find people who respected him, took him seriously, and now…
A sigh. Clay stares at the purple walls of his prison and can only do one thing.
Accept defeat, and wait for whatever happens next-
*clatter! clang!*
-…maybe the AC’s acting up. Doesn’t change that Clay can only give up hope and-
*BAM!*
“MR. CLAY!”
-“Viva?!”
Jolting to his feet, Clay races to the very front of his prison, paws presses to the Diamond wall as he watches Viva land with surprising accuracy. If he wasn’t so amazed, he’d give her 10 across the board. What a landing, ladies and gentlemen, what a landing, indeed.
Feeling Viva’s paws press to his, the warmth radiating through the thick crystal walls, makes Clay relax with a happy smile. He didn’t think seeing a familiar face would feel so good.
“You still have my braid?” Viva asks, causing Clay to smile brighter. She loves braiding peoples hair, and Clay was her favorite subject, since his tends to stick in strange places.
Just before he was stolen away, Viva managed to put a small braid in his hair while he was asleep. Took him all day to figure out it was there. Now…
He shrugs. “Looks too nice to get rid of now, dontcha think?” He runs a paw through the braid. A few strands stick out here and there, but he can fix it. He will fix it. He can’t lose this piece of her.
Turning to the task at hand, Clay gazed at Viva. “What’re you doing here? How did you even find me?” He has to ask, because there’s no way. There’s no possible way-
Viva gives him a nervous smile. “Well, after you got taken, I might’ve spent some time alone…thinking…”
Clay’s heart aches. He didn’t want to scare Viva. He promised to always be there for her. Be by her side. Never leave like the people she had before. They were family, forever and always. And yet…
With a shake of her head, the cheeriness returns full force. “I couldn’t leave you out here to dry! So, I followed the footsteps, and after a bit of sneaking and searching, BAM!” A powerful karate slice in the air. Viva flashes Clay a broad grin, all fangs and fake confidence. “I found you!”
Clay can’t help but be stunned.
“You left the village…to find me?” Clay whispers, utterly astonished at the idea. Why would she? Just for him? “But, aren’t you scared?”
“Oh, terrified!”
Same ol’ Viva, it seems…
She presses harder on the Crystal, determination clear on her face. “But it’s like we always say. No Troll left behind. Not again.”
With that, Clay watches as Viva backs up to reach into her hair, pulling out two large sticky hands. Holding the leads like whips, she tosses both atop the bottle and steadies her footing. Then, the bottle begins to tip. Back and forth, back and forth. Clay is wobbled here and there, only catching up to her plan on his second hit into a wall. She’s trying to…unscrew the top? With the sticky hands, it seems. Clay would have more hope, but…
“Viva-!” Ouch, now he’s on the floor again. And thrown against a wall. And on the floor. Wall. Floor. Wall again, or is this meant to be the floor?
“VIVA, STOP!”
The Diamond stops with a clatter, Clay finally sitting up with steadiness again. Oof, he thinks he might hurl… The container has been tipped to its side, and Viva clearly hasn’t heeded his advice, as she now uses the sticky hands as grips for her paws to dig and attempt to twist the top off.
“Hold on!” She struggles, voice hitched as she tries her hardest. It’s like with the tunnel, watching her bloody her paws trying to dig through rubble and debris for just a chance to find them all again. “I can do it! I can! I’ll get you home, a-and we’ll all be safe again.”
“Viva…”
“We’ll fortify the defenses! You’re super good at that! Maybe a thicker door?”
“Viva.”
“More turf, too, could definitely use more turf. Is it a bad idea to pull our pods underground-?”
“Viva!”
Finally, she stops, staring at Clay who stares right back. He wants to hold her face. He wants to wipe her panicked tears and swear up and down it’ll all be okay.
Instead, all he can do is lay his paws on the wall, and feel her warmth as she moves from sticky hand to Diamond. Just to indulge him… She’s too selfless sometimes.
“This case…” A shake of his head. “It’s made of Diamond. Enchanted Diamond. There’s one thing can shatter Enchanted Diamond.”
“Ah-hah!” Viva grins. “I’ll find a Diamond breaking Hammer and come back-!”
“No, Viva, the perfect family harmony!” Clay stomps his foot. “It’s gotta be the perfect family harmony. That’s the only magic we Trolls have that’s strong enough to shatter Diamond.”
“Oh…” Tail wrapped around her leg, Viva gives Clay a furrowed brow. “And that means…”
“I’d need my brothers.” Clay finishes. The utter hopelessness on his face makes Viva wilt herself. She knows about his brothers. He wasn’t exactly shy about it, the many years after his return to the pod, the escape from the Burgens, they had time to connect and grow close. Viva knows as much about Clay as he knows about her.
She knows how bad it was for Clay. How awful he’d feel. How forgotten he’d feel. To know it’s going to take those same brothers to save him…she must know it’d be impossible. Viva is idealistic, she’s not stupid. Not by a long stop.
He’d feel guilty, but…he can’t feel much of anything as realization crashes into him like a speeding train. “My brothers…who are so scattered, we never even sent letters…”
The brothers who must’ve fully, and completely, forgotten him by now.
“Mr. Clay, please, this can’t be the only way!”
“It is, Viva.” He admits quietly. “This is it. If I could tell you where they were, I would, but I can’t.” Clay chokes out. Because why wouldn’t he? Why can’t it hurt, knowing just how forgotten he is? Why didn’t he ever try and find them? He’s so stupid, so, so, stupid-
Just then, before Viva can say anything, the doorknob clicks open, and Clay slams his paws against the Diamond to get her attention faster then the opening door could. “You have to go. Now!”
“But, Clay-!”
“GO!” Clay demands, nearly rattling the bottle as he pushes against the Diamond, trying to push Viva towards an exit. “If they trap you too, we’re helpless!”
“Clay…”
The chatter is getting closer. Clay stares Viva right in the eye.
“Viva, you are the smartest, strongest Troll I have ever met, and I’m so proud to call you my Queen.” Putt Putt needed a ruler, after all. “So please, do this for your people… They can’t be left without a ruler.”
With a disgruntled face, a moment of hesitation, Viva grabs her sticky hands and yanks them off the Diamond casing, flinging them to the air duct above the table.
“I’LL COME BACK FOR YOU!” She swears. “I’LL FIND A WAY TO SAVE YOU! WHATEVER IT TAKES! NO TROLL LEFT BEHIND!”
Her voice fades as she tucks into the air duct, right as-
“Alright, who’s ready to start recording!”
“Ugh, Crimp! You’re already being annoying and we just got here!”
“Go be a pest somewhere else.”
-Clay sighs in relief as Velvet, Veneer, and Crimp pile into the room just as Viva manages to slip away.
Now to just make it though the day. Something that is much, much harder then it sounds.
At least it’s easy to allow that throbbing pain of having the literal talent sucked out of him to fade away when he’s lost in thought, thinking of Viva, reciting his favorite books by heart in his head…
Yet, he’s not even safe in his mind. Not when he knows the truth.
“I’LL FIND A WAY TO SAVE YOU! WHATEVER IT TAKES!”
It’d take a damn miracle to get his brothers together for long enough to practice, let alone save him from this.
“NO TROLL LEFT BEHIND!”
Then why did he leave them behind? Why was he so selfish? Why was he so stupid? And why is he still stupid, hoping they’ll magically appear, just as Viva promised?
Clay simply takes to using the reflection in his Diamond prison as a mirror to adjust his braid. Viva was the one to put it in just before his Trollnapping, after all.
At least he has one good family to hold onto…
Makes it hard to know he’ll be leaving them behind, too.
He’s such a terrible brother…no wonder he’s forgotten.
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taruruchi · 11 months
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I said I'd write a bit for the "Kiss the Girl Gone Wrong" idea but. I gave up. It doesn't really require any context except "Seaweed is awful." So, here's the messy drawing I did
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mercurioso · 3 months
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i was very inspired to draw this scene with my valentina and johnny
thank you mr-krinkle for posting that screencap so that i could draw this
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bitalis · 1 year
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i have no plans of like reading the comic that varric is in so i have 0 context to what’s like going on but it is so funny seeing that solas just left varric a letter like that, like what is happening
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uumumuu · 1 year
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I made fanart of J San but the hiragana is messy :(
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purplelurkinghini · 2 years
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Cornelius Stirk in Batman: Shadow of the Bat (1996) #46
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tattered-wingsgbh · 1 year
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dreamnants-mis · 5 months
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Something that only came to me while re-reading the manga after the anime came out involves the name of Andy itself and I think it's actually pretty interesting to think about.
Spoilers for the later half of the manga (roughly about up to Chapter 124)! .
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After the mess with the Union goons, Fuuko asks about Andy's name after calling him "Zombie" for most of the chapter. Andy responds that he doesn't remember and says being called "Undead" is good enough. Fuuko doesn't like that and decides to give him the name "Andy" instead. Andy clearly doesn't like the name very much, but considering he knows he'll have to humor Fuuko to find a way for her Unluck to kill him, he just accepts it.
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In fact, I've noticed most people at first tend to call him "Undead", a dehumanizing sort of term, such as Void and the Union goons. Which considering Andy's desire to die is rooted from the guilt and loneliness being immortal brings, serves to further create emotional distances from others and perhaps even himself.
And even "Undead" doesn't quite fully fit him either because Andy is an alter ego of the original Undead Victor, so even that name wouldn't be really unique to him specifically since there are technically two different individuals with the ability.
(On a tangential aside, the first person aside from Fuuko that calls him Andy consistently is actually Shen after hearing Fuuko call him that…and he's essentially the closest thing Andy has to a bro. Make that as you will.)
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But I think where Andy starts to view the name differently happens starting in the climax of the Spoil arc, with Fuuko telling him they still have so many more things to do together and then literally risking her life trying to bring him back after Victor takes over the body. And Andy knows and Fuuko also knows he is using her for the sake of finding a way to die.
It's also after this event that Andy calls Fuuko by name for the first time after she wakes up in the hospital after having called her "brat" every time up to this point. Of course, this time, he takes it back, but Fuuko notices the significance of it to want him to call her by name again.
Anyway, both of them get sent to the black market auction and Fuuko picks a dress that needs some bust tailoring. It's something I didn't really pay attention to during my initial reading when it came out, but Andy signs his name as "Andy" on the delivery form. While it might have been for practical reasons, the fact he used that name for the signature is actually pretty significant because it implies Andy is slowly beginning to accept the name Andy as his own and not just something Fuuko calls him.
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(Andy has really nice penmenship, as an aside.)
But it's only during the Ragnarok arc that the significance of the name Andy really changes.
In Chapter 99, Lucy asks Andy who is he after he saves her from an UMA. Andy initially introduces himself as "Undead", but then immediately nixes it and re-introduces himself as Andy. And this is actually the first time he's introduced himself as Andy because everyone else who calls him Andy usually only does so because Fuuko calls him that (such as the example with Shen). This leads into what happens in Chapter 124, where Andy finally calls himself "Andy the Undead", accepting consciously that his name is Andy, a member of the Union and Fuuko's partner in slaying God.
In other words, Andy fully accepting Andy as his name is a form of humanization, which is something Fuuko helps him to understand is what he truly wants is to feel human.
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altocat · 1 year
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Nothing special. Just give me an adorable Sephcanon.
Sephiroth has beautiful, borderline flawless penmenship, but cannot draw to save his life.
Everything looks like something out of kindergarten arts n crafts hour, complete with stick figures, blobby circles, a TON of scribbling, and often just a frenzied set of lines that don't really convey anything beyond Sephiroth just sort of completely giving up.
Lazard, out of courtesy (and sympathy), actually helps him draft up intricate battle models for upcoming missions, successfully drawing whatever Sephiroth is trying to convey in terms of tactics or strategy. It's a good bonding exercise for the two of them, though Lazard is admittedly trying very, VERY hard not to snicker behind his hands whenever Sephiroth attempts to draw on the dry erase board. He always looks like a grumpy toddler, hunching extremely close to the surface, his pupils huge and his expression achingly overly-serious.
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thedeafprophet · 6 months
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you’ve mentioned before that the way April communicates doesn’t really make sense (and I agree, why is she writing to the pc and the pc is talking to her instead of the other way around or having both of them write?). do you have any headcanons/alternate scenarios that would make more sense for her?
(I feel like you’ve posted something about this already but I cannot find it rip)
oh yea, i havent put too much into it but i. generaly just consider the swapping it around canon to my storyline ie. writing to april instead of her writing to us (because what???) (im only partially deaf myself but the amount of times i tell people to just text me something instead of whispering it is very common ajfkfkglhlhj) i have heard discussions on some neath forms of sign language and the such but i cant find the post...., though that would require the player knowing it OR having more done with the clay man implied to be an interpreter for April. that could be cool.
another option is just going along with canons presentation and headcanoning April to be mute for some other reasons.
but in general i do mainly stict to the writing things to april to be the way around, and the clay man taking notes for her during board meetings.
(the one reason rory is really glad to have been taught good penmenship is because of it being easier to write to April. she carries around writing board everywhere she goes just to make sure she can properly communicate to her)
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grapplingzone · 2 years
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We want to help all our summer campers improve and be one step ahead when the new school year begins, so we added a penmanship class for our little grapplers and handwriting/cursive for our older group. Summer at Grappling Zone is not just about having fun but improving and utilizing Jiujitsu to be one step ahead . #penmenship #summercamp #summercampbjj #bjjkids #animals #payingitforward #givers #worldchangers #communitychampions #grapplingzone #grapplingzonebjj #grapplingzonepearland #gznation #bjjlife #jiujitsu #jiujitsufamily #jiujitsu #pearlandtx #friendswoodtx #houstontx (at Grappling Zone) https://www.instagram.com/p/CepiKhAsSRm/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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maskyartist · 4 months
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i actually really like this chapter so heres a chapter about post-bottle Clay and JD bonding :)
au belongs to @warning-heckmouth
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iamthecomet · 4 months
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GAH fair enough i'll try cook up something else.... i will say sometimes i do send different people very similar things by complete accident because my memory is horrible and i forget what i've said to who😭😭
just from the top of my head right now though (just finished a nightmare hell world shift at work so i need to think about The Characters or i'll die):
cirrus helping aurora discover and explore Butchism❤️ BUTCH LESBIANS 5EVER
cumulus washes, dries, and brushes cirrus' hair for her when her arms are too sore/tired to reach up (in my mind cirrus has EDS just like meeee:3 )
controversial take but short cirrus and tall cumulus is so real to me.... BUT cirrus is still the big spoon. she jetpacks it
cumulus: why is it taking her so long to text me back....
cirrus: google how do i spell gorjus
cirrus has AWFUL penmanship (it's either EDS or autism, or both! I'm still figuring that out myself.) and cumulus cannot stand it. she loves that girl but absolutely despises her handwriting. in a similar vein, cirrus is god awful at wrapping presents and cumulus will confiscate them and wrap them herself ("ITS NOT THAT BAD ITLL GET TORN OFF ANYWAYS!" "it is that bad and i don't care")
i think cirrus is just bad with her hands in general for a number of reasons (world's worst handjob giver💔 sad but true. millions cried.) so cumulus often does fine motor tasks for her (writing things down, wrapping presents, sometimes cutting up her food for her when it's just the two of them. they are so tender.... ue ue ue)
cirrus can't swim. that's all
ironically, cumulus is somewhat afraid of heights and cirrus is TERRIFIED of flying bugs (especially moths) (which makes phantom very sad because he loves them. she tries VERY HARD not to squash them whenever he's around....)
THIS ASK IS TOO LONG SO THATS ALL FOR NOW HOPE YOU ENJOY BYEEEE🧡🧡🧡🧡😇😇😇😇
WAHHHH I love your takes on Cirrus! The fandom as a whole (me included) get really caught up on Cirrus being the responsible, smart, in control one who is elegent and is good at everything because someone has to be, and I just love seeing thoughts of her that don't subscribe to that. Especially bad penmenship, bad speller, terrble present wrapper Cirrus.
We all headcanon her as such a perfectionist but what if she isn't? What if she's actually sort of a trainwreck sometimes? Also scared of heights cumulus? Butch Aurora and Cirrus? fuck yeah. FUCK YEAH. I love finding little ways to make the ghouls more "human" and well-rounded. I love the idea of reserved, elegent, sure of herself Cirrus--but I also love the idea that maybe she is also sort of a mess too. Terrible at painting her nails neatly. Impatient. One of the worst cooks in the Abbey. But genuine, and funny, and kind, and absolutely willing to step up and take care of her pack when she needs to. UGH I JUST LOVE HER SO MUCH.
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