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hammerbonk · 5 months
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Source: 江江_tomie on bilibili
“We did it, gang! We reversed the ‘Storm’, defeated Manus Vindictae and brought everyone back! I think this calls for a celebration… hit it, Regulus!”
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cat-of-many-faces · 1 month
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Successfully printed this little guy!
The creator modeled it after a bacteriophage, a virus that infects bacteria :)
I used tree supports and anti warping tabs to keep it on the bed. I'm surprised how well they all came free!
A great little model and if you have a printer i say give it a go! it's just so pose-able!!! the capsid even rotates!
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metal-mum · 6 days
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Emperor Copper Arachnid or something
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yeah no, sorry professor I don't have my homework anymore. no professor my dog didn't eat it, I tore it up and turned it into a flower ball
12* 1:1 units, no glue
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steveskeleton · 9 months
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hes armed and dangerous 😨
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yans-scratches · 4 months
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eepy edgy minecraft fop (real)
model: Minecraft Fox (Pieces) by 20Leunam
filaments:
body: polymaker polylite pla - dark blue
white parts: protopasta moonstruck white satin pla
eyes and nose: protopasta fleck n fire pla
back of ears (not visible in this shot): protopasta wonder black rainbow glitter pla
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dreams-of-an-escapist · 9 months
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Styling Wizard
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platonicphoenix · 2 months
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Heres a 3d model of Miros vulture Skyquake by the one and only @codmotor !!!
GIGGLES I LOVEEEEE
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💖💖💖
... cOD. 😨
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milk5 · 1 year
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And so the paupers and princes and other such shit of the realm bowed as one to the legendary hero PÜüp Büügar
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linku11 · 1 year
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A little mandolorian bust I 3d printed and painted up (not my 3d file)
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Shadow the Hedgehog Sonic Adventure 2 Model, viewable online (this is mainly for my own reference)
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yagamimi-aka-mimi · 3 months
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This animation without the filter because it fucked with the framerate for some reason (this isn't the intended look otherwise, but bleh)
EDIT: YES I KNOW YOU THINK THIS WAS FROM A MOVIE, PLEASE SAY SOMETHING ELSE, ITS EVEN WATERMARKED
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indra-sexygirl · 2 months
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Rachel cook is beautiful…
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notherpuppet · 2 months
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Role reversal AU
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hamletthedane · 3 months
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I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.
What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.
What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.
What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.
The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.
And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.
But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.
I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.
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jamjoob · 11 months
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I HATE THE AM⏰💥I HATE THE PM🇬🇧💥
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🎸 PRINTS 🎸
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