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[steelmanufacture]

Aluminum Staircases are available in 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 step configuration and custom-built 10 feet high aluminum step ladder.

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#Aluminum Staircases #steel fabrication #steel welding #profile cutting

[kronehaze]

wanted to draw smth simple

#you know how tumblr will yeet you back to the start of the post when it finishes loading an image #that happened here and it cut off at simp lmao #also profile practice #and trying to get a hang of this brush #which Im pretty sure is meant to be a blending toll not colour applicator like Im using #or maybe Im just doing my strokes too light #ye #ckart #miraculous ladybug

[dswcp]

I love this unused storyboard from The Phantom Menace, so I painted it! I was excited to paint the looming, skull-like Maul with a dainty brush and the sand clouds with a palette knife. I tried to balance Iain McCaig’s creepy composition with the sunny color palette of the movie. He looks a bit like he’s emerging from an explosion of perfectly toasted marshmallows.

In the storyboard, McCaig sketched Maul in his original design -- a spiked collar and no horns (he actually had feathers on his head!). I decided to keep the original costume but alter the face to look more like his final design.

Media: Blick Canvas Pad, Golden Fiber Paste, acrylic paints, painter’s tape

Storyboard drawn by Iain McCaig during the 90s as preproduction for The Phantom Menace. From “Storyboards: The Prequel Trilogy,” edited by J. W. Rinzler and published in 2013.

🎨🎁DSWCP ART TRADE!🎁🎨

This is an open invitation to all other Star Wars fans and artists! If you redraw any Star Wars comic panel or official art (browse DSWCP’s archive here for a ton of options) and submit it or tag me, then I will share your art here. In return, I’ll draw any Star Wars character you request!

You can also feel free to make fanart based on a panel/official art, or change it around in a creative way (costume swap, different dialogue, coloring it in, etc.). All skill levels and media are welcome.

If anyone actually does this, I’ll be over the freaking moon and probably print your art out and tape it to my fridge. Go ahead, make my day!

There is actually an old action figure which combined Maul’s original and final designs long before I did. I bought mine at WonderCon a few years ago:

This 2001 action figure is called “Darth Maul: Sith Apprentice” and it’s from the “Power of the Jedi” line. It comes with a little book which gives a narrative explanation for the costume change:

“Early in Darth Maul's training as a Sith, he wears special padding as he learns the rigors of hand-to-hand combat and furthers his mastery of the dark side of the Force.”

I think the mustard yellow is very fetching on him.

#star wars #dswcp redraw #darth maul #the phantom menace #dswcp art trade #dswcp fanart #sw prequels #star wars storyboards #iain mccaig #1990s #hot sith content #tatooine #zabrak #alien #star wars desert #fashion decisions we support #you merely adopted the sand; i was born in it molded by it #dramatic lighting #cutting a sexy profile #they're in trouble

[sleepinglionhearts]

she had to make at least one joke about Luke

#doodles #obey me #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me beelzebub #my art #obey me art tag #she had to joke about luke at least once bc finally it's someone shorter than she is #i should make a little profile page for her at some point and probably post my player id #bc i need some friends i have maybe 4 right now hahaha #also wow look mammon and lucifer make appearances here #and so do the angels #oooh i broke out my screentones for mammon and simeon #wanted to see how it would look/need to practice cutting them out #it looks ok! but i need to keep working at it #soon enough i need to draw her interacting with solomon #that'll be. fun #i have ideas i just need to think a little more about how to draw it out #i already have another that's gonna be kinda like that asmodeus thing #brightly colored and one big stupid event #also i've been pleasantly surprised with how much attention these silly little doodles have been getting! #thank you to everyone who has been enjoying them so far

[mercurydancer]

One more idea before bed!

During the clone wars, the jedi recognize the clones as sentient and that they are slaves soldiers. Circumstances make it hard for them to rectify the situation, especially when the clones don't see themselves that way. But for the ones that do, the jedi set up a secret system to help any clone that wants to desert. What's one more number on a casualty report? Most people outside the order can't tell them apart to fact check. Intrigue. Moral wrestling. Farcical shenanigans.

Dogma was going to die.

Call it disappearing if they wanted, call it retiring…Dogma knew that he was going to die.

Dogma had killed a General.

Dogma had killed a General that had…that had… Suicidal marches, disregard for their names, disregard for their safety, disregard for who they were, disregard… For their being…called them numbers and…betrayed them. Krell had betrayed them, Dogma had followed his every order, wanted to believe in him, wanted to…

So now… Dogma was going to die.

It was the way of things.

It was how things were meant to be done.

Dogma sighed, leaning his head back against the metal of his cell, closing his eyes and wishing that they had at least unclasped his hands…then again, he wasn’t surprised they hadn’t. Dogma was the only Clone, the only Vod on the ship, surrounded by people that didn’t think anything for him.

Dogma was going to die alone.

There was a sound.

For a moment Dogma did not know what he was hearing, his attention turning to the door as a series of ticks and then a…hiss?

Dogma slowly worked himself upright, staring at the door, listening as… there was a series of thumps, a call of alarm, the sound of…was that blaster fire?

Dogma heard the sudden hiss of a lightsaber igniting, the sound of deflected bolts and fell back against the wall, momentary panic burning inside his chest. Shouts, a call of horror, and then…

Silence.

Dogma swallowed dryly and began working his way towards the wall beside the door, unsure what was coming but knowing that if he did not at least try to defend himself he would regret for the rest of his life no matter how short it was…

And then the door opened.

Dogma stared into a wall of gas, flickering lights from within the fumes casting strange shadows, and for a moment he closed his eyes, bracing himself…and then he realized that it was not entering his room.

Dogma watched as something clattered across his floor as it was tossed towards him, staring down at a…bucket…

Dogma hesitated, and then slowly picked it up, pulling it into position on his head, feeling it integrate with his armor, and watching a familiar HUD activate, blinking on to reveal…

Friendlies.

“Trooper Dogma?”

“Yes?” Dogma asked, too confused and too…

“Hey, vod,” came another voice, and Dogma watched as a pair of Clone Troopers, a pair of… “Come on,” they said softly, “we’re here to rescue you, let’s get going.”

“I…I don’t understand,” Dogma managed softly, “I…I killed a General, I’m…in for decommissioning…”

“New orders, Trooper,” one of his vod said, taking hold of his shoulder, “now come on. We have to hurry, that gas will only last so long.”

Dogma hesitated, before allowing himself to be pulled forward, following the two back into the swirling mists, letting them take him deeper within and then finally to a…green…lightsaber. For a moment Dogma froze, hesitating…

“It’s alright, Trooper,” the vod said, his voice quiet, “that’s the Healer, he’s safe.”

Dogma paused and then finally followed him, walking past a being that stood there in…they weren’t traditional Jedi robes, they weren’t armor either, something in the middle, something…something different, maybe civilian, maybe spacer…but ultimately it did not matter past the brief dip of the being’s head in recognition, his saber held in a loose manner. The most intense thing about him was a gas mask, a long outlet valve protecting his mouth and nose. Dogma could see no eyes behind the large blank lenses, could see no hint of flesh… There was a pocket of clean air all the way around an entrance to a ship, kept out in the same way that Dogma’s cell had been kept safe. Dogma realized it had been the Healer and he found himself further confused. But that all was lost as they finally walked towards the airlock, taking in the ship that was on the other side of it, and the other troopers that walked back into it.

They were carrying weapons and other things with them, all of them speaking to each other, and all of them giving Dogma brief nods of greeting as they passed.

Dogma followed them.

“Alright!” the Healer finally called, “sound off!”

Dogma listened in a daze as a series of calls were made, a long list of names that he was too rattled to keep track of, uncertain what or even… What was happening? Why?

“That’s everyone,” the Healer said, and stepped inside, closing the airlock on the ship’s side before closing their own. “Gas will vent in four?”

“Yes, sir,” one of the troopers said.

“I’m not a sir, Maverick,” the Healer said, a level of tease in his voice that suggested that this was a common thing.

“Yes, Healer,” Maverick said, a wide grin in his voice and revealed on his face when he pulled his bucket off. Long red hair, curls tied up on top of his head, sides shaved, eyebrows dyed red… “We ready?” he asked.

“Sounds like it,” the Healer said, “take us out of here.”

There was a call of agreement and Dogma was aware of the feeling of falling away from dock, falling into space and then the brief rattle of switching to hyperspace. Dogma stood there for a moment, his hands still bound and his…he was so confused.

“Oh!” the Healer called out, “here,” he reached out, made a brief gesture and Dogma felt as the binders snapped, releasing his hands. He pulled them back around, instinctively going to rub his wrists even through the plastoid that covered him. Dogma watched as the Healer finally removed his gas mask, pulling it off over…over…

It was a Rodian, Dogma realized. Blue jewel toned with red eyes, those eyes immediately squinting into a smile as he saw him properly.

“Hello, Dogma,” he said, stepping towards him, “my name is Healer Tiq.”

“Healer…Tiq,” Dogma repeated softly. “I…I’m sorry, are you…are you a Jedi?”

“No,” Healer Tiq answered with a smile, “not anymore at least. I have not been a Jedi in…oh…about eight years now.”

Dogma looked around at everyone, taking in the bustle as they walked further into the ship, taking time to bump at each other, all wearing…the trooper armor was different he was realizing. Plastoid had been traded for other elements, almost…

“I don’t understand,” Dogma whispered, “why did you come for me?”

“Because you were worth coming for,” Tiq answered, “come, walk with me, we’ll get you settled with a bunk and a trip to the refresher. You were just taken from Umbara, yes?”

“I…” Dogma said softly, falling into step without thought, “yes…but…if you’re not a Jedi and you aren’t…you aren’t…how do you know?”

“In due time,” Healer Tiq said. “Listen, Dogma,” he said finally, “General Krell has been…” he paused, “a blight on the face of this War and on the Order for too long. His death was a boon to all of us and something that I deeply regret had to come down to you. One of my deeper regrets is that we were unable to lead anything directly against him. It would have put the boys that I have here in danger, and I cannot…” Healer Tiq grimaced briefly. “I only have so much leeway.” Healer Tiq paused, looking at him, “you should not die for General Krell’s betrayal. It is not right. And so, we were asked to get you.”

“You were asked,” Dogma breathed softly.

“Yes,” Healer Tiq said, recognizing it for the question it was, “would you like to speak to Shaak, or perhaps there is…you are from the 501st, are you not? That’s Captain Rex’s unit, I can get a hold of him if you would…”

“You’re sanctioned to do this,” Dogma said softly, “they know…they know that you’re taking Troopers, they know…you’re taking people that have to die.”

Healer Tiq was quiet for a moment, “you do not have to die, Dogma,” he said softly, “you should not speak of yourself that way. That might have been what was ‘meant’ to happen according to some of the rules…but given the fact that your Captain made contact with us shortly after you were taken…I do not think that everyone believed it to be so.”

Dogma took this in for a moment, staring at Healer Tiq for a moment, “Captain Rex…asked for you to find me.”

“Yes,” Healer Tiq answered with a smile.

Dogma paused, staring at him for a moment before swallowing. “But why? I…killed a Jedi, a…a General…”

“You killed a Jedi that was trying to kill you,” Healer Tiq said softly, “you killed a General that had betrayed you and your men. You were acting in self-defense and Dogma…you have every right to defend that self. You have every right to defend yourself and your fellow men.”

“But I didn’t defend myself,” Dogma whispered, “I shot him…he was…unarmed and…”

“An unarmed Jedi is still a fully dangerous Jedi,” Healer Tiq said, his voice very firm. “He would not have stopped, Trooper,” Healer Tiq said, shaking his head, and his hand was strong when it gripped his shoulder. “You do not deserve to roll over and die to give him the final say. Now come on, I promised I’d show you the bunk room.”

Dogma followed, his mind spinning in circles, stumbling slightly as he walked. Healer Tiq waited for him.

The bunk room was nice, had several bunks lining the walls and a line of trunks running down the middle that obviously held affects belonging to the various individuals using them. Healer Tiq led him to an open one and indicated a set of…pajamas?

Dogma reached into the trunk and picked up the fabric in his hands for a moment, staring at the pattern of soft clouds on blue. Unable to help himself Dogma peeled off the gloves he was wearing, taking it again in his own hands, feeling the softness and looking to Healer Tiq with such…

Healer Tiq smiled at him, “they’re a welcome in gift,” he said, his voice so soft, “so many troopers have found that the nicest thing they have is pajamas and have always been so happy to have the ability to change into them that they’ve just become a staple. I did pick out the print, it’s 501st blue, I thought it was clever.”

Dogma held them to his chest for a moment, staring at Healer Tiq.

“Are we deserters?” he breathed softly.

“We’re undesirables,” Healer Tiq said. “Here,” he said, handing him a comm. “This has a channel open directly to Captain Rex. You talk to your Captain, alright? He will explain. If he cannot answer you it will turn off automatically, so do not be alarmed. Obviously he may still be in the middle of a campaign. We will see.”

“Why are you here?” Dogma asked before Healer Tiq could leave. “What do you heal?”

“The Mind,” Healer Tiq said, turning to look at him. “I am a Mind Healer. I deal with trauma, crisis of self, depression, anxiety…complex PTSD is a common one.” Healer Tiq said. “I am here because I could not be anywhere else. I am here because the Jedi and I believe that you all deserve a chance and a choice and my job, my purpose, is to see that you have one. I will be right outside, if you cannot get him I will take you to the refresher, if you can…finish your conversation and I will do the same. You aren’t alone in this, Dogma, there are many that are here for you and with you.”

Dogma held his new pajamas and the comm to his chest for a moment as Tiq left and closed the door behind him, and then finally, slowly sank onto the bunk that was behind the trunk that he had been given. Dogma took a breath, stared at the comm for another moment and then finally made the call.

There was a pause as it attempted to contact him, Dogma realizing that the signal was passing through several relays as it worked to scramble the call, and then finally Dogma was looking at the concerned face of Captain Rex.

Dogma watched as Captain Rex’s expression paused in a moment of recognition before it bloomed into a grin, and Captain Rex gave a very warm, and very heartfelt, “aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, Trooper. I take it Healer Tiq was able to get you, good. I’m…” he sighed, “I’m glad.”

“Captain,” Dogma said roughly, “I don’t…I don’t understand, I was meant to…” he paused, “why did you send them for me?”

Captain Rex paused for a moment, before frowning, his expression dark, “because you didn’t deserve to die on your first campaign because of someone who was meant to be your ally. Now, Healer Tiq’s going to come in and say that he doesn’t like the word ‘deserve’ because that has connotations that can’t be ignored, because obviously bad things happen without reason, and you don’t deserve to live or die any more than the next person… But I’m going to say you didn’t deserve it. I’m also going to say that you should be given a chance to do something else. That you should…choose if you want to do something better.”

“But…” Dogma breathed, “I’m a Trooper, I’m…I’m a soldier…”

“You don’t have to be,” Captain Rex said softly. “Listen, Dogma… A few…Force, even a few months back I might have been right there with you…but I’ve done things, seen things, met people… We’re…we’re not just soldiers, we’re not just clones, we’re men, we’re…we’re living beings. Living beings that haven’t gotten a choice or a chance. I met someone…that took that chance, that made that choice… I respect that man with everything I have in me because he got me thinking… I can’t…give that choice to everyone. None of us can, though we’d like to…but I can give it to the people that wouldn’t be missed. I can give it to you. We…can give that to you.”

“The others are in on this?”

“All the Commanders, and the ones that are Captains, we…” he paused, “we asked the Jedi. They’re in on it, too, they’re the ones that recommended Healer Tiq. We vetted him ourselves, he’s a good man, I respect him a good deal, and he’s good at his job. Listen to him, alright?”

“But…what about you, what about…what about the others?”

“Me? I made my choice. I’m a good soldier, I’m going to see this war through and I’m going to keep helping people like you.” Captain Rex paused then, rubbing a hand over his face. “As for the others…one step at a time, Dogma. Would you think that you needed saving? Would you have believed for one second that this war…that there might be something else?”

Dogma was quiet for a moment and finally laughed. He still didn’t think so.

Captain Rex’s look was sad, and a little rueful, and the little shrug of his shoulders made Dogma look away. “It shouldn’t be on our shoulders,” he said. “It shouldn’t be on the Jedi’s shoulders either. There’s…so many people out there. And yet it all comes back to us. At the end of the day…it is all on our shoulders.” He sighed, “listen, Dogma, the fact is that there’s a war going on. If some of us don’t fight then there might not be a Galaxy to enjoy at the end of it. You can’t join the war effort entirely, not anymore. You can’t be a soldier anymore…but there are other things you can do now. Other places you can go. And maybe you’ll help Healer Tiq and his boys and find more people like you, or maybe you’ll find your own path. The point is…it’s a choice. You’re not a slave to the Republic anymore, Dogma. You can make a choice.”

Dogma took that in for a moment, so utterly overwhelmed with it all, with…with an abundance of choice. “I don’t know what to do…” Dogma breathed.

“That’s alright, Trooper,” Captain Rex said softly, “it’ll come. Trust Healer Tiq and trust yourself and the people around you. You’ve got a bunch of other vode with you, Dogma, you aren’t alone in this. They’ve faced the same choices you have and made their own. Talk to them, alright? They’re good people.”

Dogma nodded slowly, pressing the pajamas to this chest tighter with his free hand, thinking, feeling the softness beneath his fingers.

“Hey,” Captain Rex said softly, narrowing his eyes at them, “what’s that?”

“Pajamas,” Dogma breathed, “a welcome in gift…Healer Tiq picked out the print…it’s 501st blue.”

Captain Rex’s expression pulled into a soft smile, and he finally laughed quietly, “Pajamas, I like that. You’ll make it through, Dogma,” Captain Rex said. “You’re like me, and since you are like me…I know you’ll get it through your head soon. You’ve got so much ahead of you. Good luck, Trooper. I’ve got to sign off now.”

“Can…” Dogma’s voice broke, and Captain Rex waited, “can you tell…tell Tup…that I’m okay?”

Captain Rex smiled at him, “next time you call you can tell him yourself, but we’ve got to do some mop-up work. It was really good to see you, Dogma. I’m happy that you get this opportunity. Don’t steal it from yourself, okay?”

“Okay,” Dogma breathed, and finally hung up the comm. For a moment he sat on his bunk, his mind whirling through the implications of it all, through…through… Dogma was no longer a Slave to the Republic…

Dogma closed his eyes slowly, breathing in and slowly breathing out. He stood up then, walking towards the entrance and watching as the door swung open. Healer Tiq was waiting in the corridor like he had promised, and he smiled at him upon seeing him.

“Do you understand better now?” Healer Tiq asked softly, “is there anything that I can do to explain better?”

Dogma thought for a moment and then slowly shook his head. He wasn’t sure at the moment if he wanted to talk about more of this or if he just…wanted to let it go.

“Very well, come on,” he said, “let’s go to the refresher and you can change.”

Dogma nodded stiffly and followed him, stepping into the communal refresher to find a few Clones already in there. As he walked through he realized that some had prosthetics of some kind, though others were apparently intact. It was momentarily sobering. Dogma had not seen another Clone with prosthetics. Most of the time, outside of smaller things – eyes, for example were often replaced – most of the time the Clones were removed from battle, were…thrown away. To see so many of them with clean and well-maintained prosthetic legs and arms and…

It was a kinder thing than Dogma had ever expected.

They all looked over to Healer Tiq and him, calling their greetings, flashing grins or nods of acknowledgement, a few of them walking over to the Healer and talking to him more directly. Dogma stood in front of an empty shower stall and held the pajamas to his chest, for a moment…

“Here,” Dogma heard, and he turned to his right, finding the grinning face of Maverick to his right. He was holding his hands out, indicating the pajamas. “I’ll put them where they won’t get wet,” he nodded towards a shelf near them, and Dogma could see a few other pairs of pajamas there waiting for their owners to change into them. Yellows and purples and reds and a few oranges and…blues. “It’s alright, Trooper,” Maverick said roughly, his red-dyed brows pinching briefly, taking his shoulder in one hand, even as he took his pajamas with the other. “You’ll get there,” he said, “we’re with you, alright? You aren’t alone.”

“Thank you,” Dogma mumbled, watching as he carefully folded them, before placing them on their own space, smoothing them down and turning around to grin at him, long red-dyed hair bobbing briefly as he nodded.

“Take your time in there,” he said, “there’s not that many of us so we don’t go through the hot water very fast. If that’s too vague…five minutes? Unless you prefer sonics of course,” Maverick grinned. “Your choice.”

Dogma nodded, and walked into the shower stall, stripping his armor cleanly and efficiently, removing his blacks and folding them, placing them to the side and stepping into the spray of hot water as he turned it on, his eyes closing. Five minutes was an indulgence he wouldn’t have ever expected.

When he was clean he took the towel that was dispensed, drying himself off carefully and staring up at the pajamas… Dogma took them down, hesitating for just a moment longer before pulling them on.

The softness across his skin, the feeling of… Dogma stood there for a moment, feeling the looseness of the fabric, the way it allowed his skin to breathe, and stared at his reflection.

Dogma looked…tired…but he also looked…comfortable. Dogma swallowed roughly, taking in the clouds that covered a wide blue expanse, and then turned his head, taking in other Troopers, other Clones in a massive rainbow of colors, some clashing with dyed hair, all of them so comfortable, so…so purposeless, so nice, theirs.

Dogma was wearing something that was his.

Dogma felt a pair of arms wrap around him, suddenly clinging to another vod, another person, realizing that he was…he was…

“It’s alright, vod,” Maverick whispered, “we got you.”

Dogma buried his face in the other man’s shoulder, barely aware of the other hands and arms and…so many, so many, all around him.

Dogma was not alone.

Dogma was not going to die.

Dogma pulled away, and was led to the bunk room, finding Healer Tiq resting there in his own pair of pajamas – plain red that matched his eyes. He smiled at them and there was a call of recognition from the others.

Dogma was guided to his bunk, told quietly that he could take his time in deciding what to do, and allowed to lie there in the growing dark as the lights went out and the ship continued to its destination. Its unknown destination.

For the first time… Dogma stared an actual choice in the face…and knew that he could wait.

Dogma closed his eyes…and began to dream.

#dogma #captain rex #rex #the clone wars #tcw #tcw fanfic #star wars #star wars fanfic #writing prompts #healer tiq #still accepting fic requests #rules are posted in profile #it's not that much intrigue sorry #also not that many shenanigans lol #but it is a speedrun on getting you to cry over pajamas #in >4000 words #i hope that's acceptable LOL #also i did make it more of a joint effort #the legacy of cut lawquane #this is also what i would think a more canon compliant healer tiq would do #either way #it happened quiet #twin sons

[gucciking-hes]

Harry Styles' Side profile is art.

#harry styles #his side profile is prettier than my entire existence #his jawline can cut diamonds #love of my life #mine #harry styles side profile #harry styles jawline #jawline #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harrystyles #2021 #hs #harry #styles #harry styles close up #hslot #fine line #harry styles love on tour

[stormyykat]

storm wizard voice blade me

[ID: a bust drawing of a wizard101 original character called Jack Thunderheart. he is a dark-skinned man with short dark purple coiled hair, shaved on the side. his eyes are purple with white iris’, and he is looking to the left with a disgruntled, disgusted look on his face as his hand floats underneath his chin. the right side of his face and the bottom of his hand are different shades of purple, indicating shadow corruption. he wears a purple robe with a black cape, that has a storm symbol medallion attached near his shoulder. the background is yellow, and Jack has a slight purple outline around him. “stormyy.” is typed out underneath him as a signature. End ID.]

#id under cut #arthub #oc art #oc; jack th #wizard101 #w101 #wizzy101 #last time i drew this guy a lot of ppl liked him so. here he is again #this was sparked bc someone commented on his artfight profile and i think that person has a blog here. if that was u... #i hope to get you this year as well. us artfighter wizards need to unite. speaking of i have a mass attack idea for this year......

[voiceless-terror]

the fact that jeremy strong kept going ‘where’s jess i think jess should be here’ and thats why we have all those fantastic scenes with her makes me very warm inside

#succession #kendall roy #jess jordan #jeremy strong #juliana canfield #I LOVE HER OKAY WE NEED MORE JESS #i know everyones freakig out over the jeremy profile #but this interview in the cut is a gem too

[morgana-ren]

ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕗 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎. 𝕊𝕖𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤.  𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕗𝕚𝕔 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕥.

𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕾𝖊𝖆

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 

𝕻𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝕴𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

1

𝕽𝖊𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉

1, 2, 3 

𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚 (𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞)

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐣𝐚𝐡

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲

𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝

𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢

𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 (𝐅𝐭. 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢)

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 (𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭)

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 (𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤

𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡

𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐅 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐧)

𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐬. 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐱

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 (𝐟𝐭. 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢)

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤

𝕬𝖘𝖐 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

𝐀𝐅𝐎 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐱

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲

𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐲𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐭𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞

𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 (𝐅𝐭. 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢)

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚'𝐬 '𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧'

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢'𝐬 '𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞'

𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒/𝐎

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 '𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠'

𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞

#Masterlist #NSFT #Before you ask yeah I cut a SHITLOAD out of this #I've written for him a lot but I don't vibe with a lot of it anymore #So I'll put it in a retired list in case anyone actually does enjoy it #Later tho #I actually don't vibe with many of these either but the list would be ridiculously short if I cut them all #So enjoy for now #Please ask me to fucking rewrite these #don't think that cause there's already something on the list or something you've seen before that I won't do it #Anyway here's this for you #I'll link this on the profile a little later #But for now enjoy #GRAPHIC DESIGN IS MY PASSION #Jk i just like him a lot #and I'm self indulgent #Warning i was v drunk when i did this

[maxineharlow]

maxine recently i tried to get a good lesbian shaved cut because i hadnt been able to get my regular all through quarantine and the hairdresser gave me a very suburban bob and i think i might be dead inside

Ok I know some dykes swear by their barbers but i am not one of those dykes. Invest in a set of clippers NOW ive been cutting my own hair for years bc no matter how many pics of 1998 leo dicap u show to a hairdraisser they will still fuck ur head to death with a pixie cut or a bob or some shit

#i went to this barbershop a year or 2 ago that brrands itself as uh openminded #and i bust out my file folder of 1998 leo dicap headshots and say please miss . ur website says u cut hair without judgement. #i will pay u so much to just give me this haircut no frills. #and she fucking jekskdhsjd motherfucking rockabilly pompadore fucking pixie cut bullshit motherfucker #im frothing at the mouth over this. #when they say OH so like u want this cut but a girl version? :) #NO!!!!!!!!! 1998 LEO DICAP HEADSHOT PROFILE AND FRONT AND BACK VIEW IS THE PLAINEST I CAN MAKE IT TO YOU!!!!!!! #AND I HAVE 2 TAKE MY GLASSES OFF FOR THE CUT SO I CANT SEE WTF THEYRE DOING... MY LIFE IS IN UR HANDS I TRUSTED YOU? FUCK #ask #and dont tell me to just go to a proper barber like an adult . i refuse on principle

[maxsix]

#txt #tomorrow x together #yeonjun #choi yeonjun #txt yeonjun #tomorrow x together yeonjun #maxsixgif #well then #okay #H A N D S #soobin has nice hands #yeonjun has very expressive ones #his profile is unreal #10/10 performer #choi soobin #sorry i cut him a bit off

[steelmanufacture]

Steel Dumping Bins come in various large sizes and load capacities. Regardless of the size of an operation, Top Steel has an easy dump hopper option that will suit your application.

#steel dumping #steel fabrication #steel welding #steel cutting #fabrication services #profile cutting

[undermattsun-archive]

hello, this is something i’ve been wanting to get around to saying for awhile (i briefly did when i went on a mini hiatus in january)

i created skate rat hq, that’s my au. the tag didn’t even exist before my first post in august. 

to get more into it my skate rat au is different than a skater au (skate rat ≠ skater, feel free to ask me why). it’s an au based off something personal to me, to a community i’m familiar with because i grew up with it. the personalities i give to my skate rats are based off of real people and friends and mutuals in that dumb little (skate rat) community. 

these characters are bastardized on purpose. they’re ooc because they’re inspired by people i know. i’ve built up their trash personalities, i don’t have a set series, no, but i have all the dumb hcs along the way, i have the main hcs that set up the personality and the starter packs and so on. it’s my au and i’m comfortable enough to say that now more than ever. 

so it’s time to come clean and just be honest. i’m uncomfortable when people write fics/hcs/drabs for it without my knowledge or at the very least tagging me.

all my friends who’ve written their own fics/drabs or whatever have all dm’d me asking for permission, they all asked me, while writing, if the way they were writing the character adhered to the au. they all made sure to tag me/credit me for the au properly.

all i’m asking is, please shoot me an ask or dm if you really wanna write about the skate rat au, tag me in the works, credit me properly for the concept.

#skate rat ≠ skater #i'll say that w my chest every time #i’m gonna fix my rules to say this too #might link this post in the skate rat m.list even #but yeah it’s weird and uncomfy when my friends dm me askin if ok’d a fic or whatever and i’ve never seen it before #bc all my homies always @ me when they get skate rat asks u know? #like i’m not saying don’t do it #i’m just saying pls communicate w me #i’m gonna make a skate rat masterpost too w like clear cut profiles #bc i’ll be honest it irks me when they don’t have an inkling of the au personality #if u made this far into the tags (and i hope the post) thank u for reading #i'm not tryna rain on anyones parade or say i'm the only one who knows irl skate rats #but i am the one who built an entire skate rat au #skate rat hq #miki rambles

[aroaessidhe]

2022 reads // twitter thread

Forward March

a girl finds out someone's made a fake tinder profile of her when the girl 'she's' been flirting with approaches her, and they become friends

but realising she might be gay is an issue, because of her republican politician & school dean parents

ace lesbian MC

boarding school, marching band

#Forward March #aroaessidhe 2022 reads #hm! good lesbians and ace MC. the plot is a bit of a mess #margot's accent in the audiobook is good #the whole tinder profile and who did it felt like it was there for plot reasons. #and it gets lampshaded in the plot ('coming from a psych major I don't understand their reasons') lmao #the whole politcal everything was a bit much. or like it was just there for plot drama reasons. but wasn't really given the depth it should #have had #I feel like it is too nice to her dad considering he's a repuclican with uhh repulican views. #. I Do think there's a place for the discussion of Teens Can't Always Just Cut Off Their Parents but that wasn't rly there? #also like harrison is a shit but then he's nicer? like why #asexual books

[sheeponmyhead]

Went spectre hunting, had to switch albedo out cos needed noelle’s shielding for yoimiya. But then I suddenly realised, hey solar isotoma’s still there! Felt like such a queen, having fren lay down solar isotoma for me ;”D  //brickd The spectres were having a very bad day indeed hehe

So ends this series. And throughout the drawing of this series, there was this thought on my mind ~

“Yes my prince, the mundane is precious.”

#genshin impact #genshin co op #genshin coop #albedo #yoimiya #series starts from showing fren my fave spot #yes I know the thought is cringey right that's why it's under a cut lol #but tbh this answer to 2.3 is not needed he already knows its in the profile ah well #haven't drawn more serious/detailed sketches in a longg while pls forgive any strange bits

[shitty-fallout-art]

What does Nat look like now since her sister is all. Mututed.

So since my laptop is indisposed for drawing purposes, I am forced to use pen and paper after like, 2 years of not using it and it shows

Anyway, a small biography on nat:

-Although history piper does not get along well with Hancock, there were times during Noras quest through the commonwealth that she tolerated him and accepted his help.

-She knew that goodneighbor would be their safest bet after being thrown out of their home, plus it was close to diamond city which meant it was easier to keep tabs on it.

-piper had reluctantly accepted a lot of help from Hancock, which she disliked for multiple reasons. For one, it made her feel indebted to him, which she didn’t want to be because she didn’t fully trust him. It also made her feel guilty since A LOT of people were coming to good neighborhood for help and Hancock had his hands full trying to take care of everyone.

-normally piper is ok with leaving nat on her own. She’s old enough to take of herself domestically, and although neither were really popular in diamond city (not for good reasons at least) she was at least safe within the city.

-but goodneighbor was different. She didn’t like nat being left alone in a “bad” city that was becoming overcrowded with starving drifters. So when it came time for piper to investigate and leave the town, she bit the billet and asked Hancock to look after nat, which he agreed to with no hesitation (though he did look very, very tired when she asked).

-that was the last time that nat ever saw her sister, and from then on she was in the care of the mayor. And it didn’t afford her as much privileges as some of the drifters accused her of.

-Hancock was fair and extremely self sacrificing, he had made sure she always had something even f he had to give it up himself, and she was grateful for it.

-but as years went by and things got worse and worse, Hancock got unfair and cruel and very very unstable.

-in goodneighbor, when someone commits a “petty felon” (one that does not warrant immediate execution, which is more common) the tip of the nose is cut off. Nat knew this, but still broke the rule of back talking the mayor and so Hancock delivered her suitable punishment.

-for the most part, nat is a common wastelander barely getting by. She has job, and is not on pleasant speaking terms with Hancock though they do still talk occasionally (he still cares, even if he’s half feral now).

-she has a hunch her sister might be in the ewer due to drifters talking about strange noises coming from there, but Hancock had forbidden her from leaving (that’s what got her punishment).

-starvation had stunted her growth and caused a lot of her hair to fall out.

-Hancock have her his own shirt when she outgrew her kids clothes.

-she is about 20-21 in the present timeline of horrorout (I think her canon game age is probably about 12-13?)

-a really easy way to piss her off is to compare her to her “dad” (the drifters refer to her as hancocks daughter on occasion and she hates it).

#shittys art #horrorout au #shittys fallout aus #horrorout nat #nat is a minor character but she will make an appearance #she’s not a ghoul btw #her nose got cut off and her hair is falling out #fallout au character profile