#drafting pen

[portrait-paintings]

William Buckland (1734-1774)

Artist: Charles Willson Peale (American, 1741–1827)

Date: 1774, reworked 1789

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Yale University Art Gallery, New Haven, CT, United States

Description

Peale's portrait of William Buckland, the Annapolis architect and builder, was begun when Buckland was in the flush of his success, having finished his architectural masterpiece, the Matthias Hammond House. Peale shows Buckland in a relaxed pose holding a drafting pen, with the architectural plans for Hammond House on the table. The imaginative symbolic background displays the base of a monumental column and an uncommon five-column portico. Peale has caught Buckland's vigorous personality and strength of character, creating a portrait of vivacity and individuality. Buckland died unexpectedly before the portrait was finished, and Peale did not complete it until fifteen years later, at the request of the sitter's daughter.

[synapseoftheark]

Technical/Drafting Pen Masterlist

This is more for myself than anything else but it's just a list of different brands and different kinds of pens they've made. I put a star next to the ones I’ve used before :] let me know if I missed any!

sorry my pen autism jumped out

Rotring (Germany):

- Rapidograph*

- Isograph*

- Micronorm*

- Variant*

- Varioscript

- Primus

- Rapidoliner

- Foliograph

- Tintenkuli

Staedtler (Germany):

-Mars 700*

-Marsmatic 700*

-Marsmatic 707/745/750/757 (there are a lot of number variants but I am unsure of what the differences between them are)

-Marsmatic 759 (Duraglide)

-Marsmagno

Koh-I-Noor (Czech Republic):

-Rapidograph *

-Acetograph

-Rapidometric

-Faber Castell TG (Germany)

-Reform Refograph (Germany)

-Centropen Centrograf 9070 (Czech Republic)

-Unitech Technical Pen (Germany)

-Keuffal & Esser (K&E) Leroy (United States)

-Herlitz Technoliner (Germany)

-Standardgraph Stano Pen (Germany)

-Skala Skalory Pens (Poland)

-Rystor Rapidograf (Poland)

-Kern Prontograph (Switzerland)

-Mecanorma Graphoplex MG1 (France)

-Markant Lin’s 9 Plus Pen (Germany)

-Erograph (Germany)

-Aristo Technical Pen (UK)

-Trident Desegraph (Brazil)

-Kokuyo Rota Graph (Made in Germany but sold in Japan)

-Cleo Skribent Technical Pen (Germany)

-Uchida Kent River Pen (Japan)

-Berol Turquoise (United States)

-Isomars (India)

-HERO (China)

Pens/Brands I have seen on Ebay but have barely seen anything about online anywhere else:

-Dator Duo-Graph

-Linegraph

-Copygraph (also called КОПИГРАФ but I couldn’t find anything when I looked it up) (USSR/Russia)

[hinamie]

bw sketch practice before i leave on holiday !!

[19silvermirrors]

Master Diwuc on a stroll with the winery's heavy horses☺️

[tangerwoll]

TANGER AND ALEX!!!!

[pensivespacepirate]

CROSS: Well, yes, I suppose we really ought to toast our parting.

my piece for @zineoftideandflesh! happy silt verses finale anniversary! (and my birthday:3)

drafts & speedpaint under the cut:

please check out the entire zine i will not stop gushing about how good everyone did and being sp damn supportive!!! and mod team thank you for taking my very very extremely late submission 😭 and putting a banger quote next to it and most importantly organising the whole thing!!

[isbergillustration]

Brain storming author photos for the books I am writing so so so slowly

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

ok. i lied. i made another chappie. so what. what are you gonna do? call the cops? you're gonna kill me?

inspired by this post but several degrees less carnage adjacent than before. still version beneath cut. owner is @a-scary-lack-of-common-sense. we've been through this before

[annieqattheperipheral]

Is sid drunk calling congrats and welcome to these pens draft picks with nate white boy wasted on his arm. He wore himself out angry texting at biz

[zlatokryletz]

Time for real heavy horses (and also the unicorns) appreciation 😍 Pose practice studies sketched with black ballpoint pen.

[todays-just-a-daydream]

ML: The standard view in books and profiles is that you were scarred by your childhood and you channeled that into songwriting. Is that how you see it?

NG: I wouldn’t say I was scarred, but everybody’s childhood makes them what they are.

Music was an escape for me. That three minutes was to take me to somewhere else, other than drudgery of cold Northern England in November.

noel gallagher's interview with mark lawson | paul gallagher's brothers book | 1970s airfix spitfire ix model airplane set | paolo hewitt's getting high | | forest gump (1994) | pair of ww2 spitfire planes | gallagher brothers 1993 | aerial view of knebworth park | oasis songs: going nowhere, up in the sky, live forever, slide away, songbird (lg penned), boy with the blues (lg penned), i'm outta time (lg penned), falling down | nghfb - wandering star | oasis live at cardiff (04 july 2025)

[temporary-gentleman]

'tis Mensis Monday sluts

[theartsynebulawhodoodles]

ᴄᴏꜰꜰɪɴ

Geno Sans Art- tw coffin (as in the name), blood

shhh, he’s napping, don’t disturb him.

Geno belongs to LoverofPiggies, dividers from creators who labeled it reblog/like/free to use.

[sombertide-0]

i had coelacanth on the brain

[roposhipin]

Just some experimental sketches feat. Silent

I’ve mostly been playing around with a ballpoint pen lately haha

[crowttore]

Notes: I have no idea what possessed me and I don't like it. Will probably never write him like this again. Steal this and I'll give you Sarcoptes scabiei var. hominis. Tags: Dottore x reader, nsft, noncon, blood, implied drugging, impromptu dildo, degradation, Omega segment is a warning in itself, 1k Minors DNI

The suggestion had been innocent enough, with Zandik gone for a few weeks it came as no surprise that you found yourself missing the touch of your lover. Worse still was it that his segments made it all the more noticeable.

Dress shoes and metal heels constantly clicking against the cold floors. Both sounds that could herald the approach of any version of him. Against your better judgement, it still had your head perking up and your heart fluttering with anticipation despite knowing it would be at least another week before the original returned.

"Offer them a hand and they'll take an arm."

And how true that had been. The moment you'd stepped foot in their sanctuary, dozens of 'eyes' had immediately locked on your form.

Omega had been quick to brush aside the rest, claiming himself better equipped for the task than the rest. He was, after all, the most advanced of them all.

Nestled against his chest, the temperature a little above what Zandik's skin usually was, it was easy to ignore the low whirring sound from where a heart should be.

Pain flared through your nerves, pulling you from the peaceful slumber with a strangled screech. Your skin felt like it was on fire, melting from within and dripping onto the-

Onto what should have been cotton sheets. Instead, your fingers traced along a smooth, cold surface. Metal.

"Does it really hurt that bad? Poor little lamb, let me help," Zandik - no Omega - cooed in your ear, voice eerily saccharine.

A small chuckle followed his words, mingling with your own whimper as another surge of pain invaded your senses. Moving was impossible, something as freezing as the table keeping your limbs tethered.

Omega's beaked mask scratched along your cheek, and you swore blood trickled in its wake. Focusing was difficult as your head throbbed, only made worse by how sharp the lights were. Even squinting, you could only faintly make out the details of Omega's lips with your blurry vision.

Heavy limbs and a fogged mind. The explanation was logical. But he would never- a segment yes, but still your lover. Part of him at least.

A gloved hand struck your cheek, centering you for long enough to look down at yourself in horror. Undressed. Knees pinned to the vivisection table. You couldn't see anyone else in the room, thankful for that small mercy from Omega.

"This's not," your tongue felt heavy, the effort of shaping words more arduous than expected, "what I 'greed to.."

It felt like being torn apart, a wounded beast crying out when something put pressure between your legs.

Your attempts at thrashing against the restraints were only met with a shake of his head, "Details were never specified. What you requested was for one of us to fill in for the original, now don't be ungrateful," Omega tutted.

The ceiling had started spinning above you, tears streaking down your cheeks with every press of whatever Omega was currently forcing into your body. It felt like you were going to burst, the invasive object rearranging your gut and pushing the air from your lungs.

"He'd.. he'd never.." Your words came out as nothing more than breathless gasps and choked sobs. Wanting desperately to separate the Segment from your beloved Zandik, you had to close your eyes.

Another sharp slap to your cheek made your body clench down around the foreign object now being pistoned in and out of you. The taste of iron was heavy on your tongue from how hard you'd bit down on your lip.

"He would," Omega sounded far too satisfied, gloved fingers digging into your cheeks until you whimpered in pain, "there we go, passing out isn't an option darling. There's nothing of interest to me if you aren't screaming." He punctuated his words with a particularly harsh thrust that had your eyes flying open once more.

His mask had been discarded, leaving you staring up into the red core that you swore glinted with elation. Whatever had been working your body open was situated between his legs, abusing your hole with every thrust. It shouldn't be possible. Zandik had long since abandoned biological accuracy with the segments, which meant Omega himself had prepared for this.

As though sensing the confusion in your foggy mind, Omega grinned, "Have you never wondered why the original is so gentle with you? Never considered that there are parts he keeps hidden from you?"

You had. It was impossible not to. Nothing coherent left your lips, the pain having slowly turned to dim pleasure once his pace had slowed down.

"You cannot sate his desires, not without being broken. Do not delude yourself into thinking otherwise. This," Omega snapped his hips forward, the motion pulling a shrill scream from your lungs, "is just a taste of what 'Your Zandik' really is."

His movements stopped abruptly, leaving an ache growing in its wake and your body squirming. With a scoff, Omega leaned forward, an uncharacteristically bitter tone lacing his words, "We don't hesitate. We never let trivial matters distract us from the grand picture. You are making him weak."

A firm hand pressed down on your abdomen, the feeling making you cough and splutter while your eyes rolled back. There were no more tears left to shed, only a burning sting behind your eyes.

"The least you can do," Omega sneered into your ear, "is prove that you will not abandon him when his composure finally snaps."

Without warning, your body was left harrowingly empty as Omega pulled away, giving you a brief glimpse of the thick metal rod that had been strapped to his hips. Too tired to acknowledge the slick clinging to the surface, you tried weakly to lift your arms once more as the pain from your exposed position resurfaced with the lack of pleasure to distract you.

"...please," you silently sobbed, hoping he had finished making his point.

He merely hummed, tossing the makeshift dildo onto a table with a loud clang that made you flinch. "You aren't quite done yet, I believe a few of the others would like a word with you as well while the original is gone."

Dottore Masterlist