#practical items

[knotty-et-al]

^Bag

^Pen holder

Today I crafted these.

The bag is not finished, but all my spoons have already been vaporized, so to speak.

[art-of-mathematics]

Tetrahedra and octahedra assembled to this object... .. I love how it can be regarded as art.... but also be used as a practical item to store stuff and build lamp shields and whatever...

... one can also turn it into a tiny hanging shelf to store lightweight stuff like origami models...

[beemosketches]

literally sleeping together

(coloring studies)

An exercise in exploring relative color and lighting.

[bitchapalooza]

Sanji's kitchen tools after starting to date Zoro (they're gifts and they're ridiculous and kinda funny and omg he's madly in love with the idiot)

[the-travelling-witch]

do you think every year the sephora on sage island gets swarmed with a bunch of heartslabyul students searching eyeliner in two exact shades of red and blue or does nrc just stack up on them (surely not if crowley has sth to say about it)

↓ reference under the cut

twst tag list: @scint1llat3 @savanaclaw1996 @honehbee42 (it’s not writing but i thought i’d tag you anyway, lmk if i shouldn’t in the future)

[lsunstreakerl]

2.2k of fmf! this is set in the future, with rico and mick :D lots of little max mentions throughout, and he pops up at the end briefly. rico POV.

this isn't technically spoilers for anything you guys don't already know, lol.

Rico grunts as his fingers dig into the cliff face, hauling himself up over the edge and collapsing. His harsh pants puff into the air above him as he rolls onto his side, finding Mick's wryly amused face.

"This,"

He takes another gasping breath, each inhale feeling like shards of ice scraping across his lungs.

"Explains a lot about Max."

Mick quirks an eyebrow at him, eyes glittering with amusement.

"Took you long enough."

Rico groans, sitting up as Mick's gloved hand extends in front of him, helping pull him to his feet.

"How the hell did you get up here so quick?"

Mick tips his head back to look up the rest of the cliff face, snow landing on his face as he shrugs.

"Practice."

Rico tries to imagine Max doing this— a smaller version of his husband scaling the cliff face, fingers stiff from the cold, blue eyes hard and determined. He can see it, as much as the image makes his heart clench.

"And we have to get to the top?"

Mick makes a so-so motion with his hand.

"Not necessarily— just high enough for the winreems to notice us."

He's grinning, but there's a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"That's when the hunt really starts."

Rico eyes the cliff face warily, trying to spot any of the creatures crawling high above them. He only has Max's previous descriptions to go off of— silvery creatures with scales thicker than armor, jaws that unhinge wide enough to snap a man in half.

He doesn't spot any.

"Why not draw them in now?"

Mick gestures at the snowy ledge they're resting on. It's not a very wide space.

"Do you want to fight here? The best chance is getting up top. There's more room. Also,"

He makes a face behind the scarf.

"There are weapons left behind there. It could be seen as honorable, giving the dead their final kill."

Rico swallows, glancing back down at the dizzying fall below them.

"Right."

------

His nose is tucked deep into his scarf, ice crystallizing on his lashes as he hauls himself up the cliff face behind Mick. The younger man makes it look effortless, no signs of hesitation as he climbs.

There's a deep ache starting to settle in his bones, burning low in his muscles as they finally clear the top. His fingers are numb inside of his fur lined gloves, but he feels another flash of determination each time he looks at the carefully woven leather bands decorating the wrists, or the claws sewn in above his knuckles.

They're a gift from Max, one he hadn't entirely understood at first— but he gets it now. Mick looks at him critically as they both stand.

"You sure you can handle this?"

Rico looks across the semi-flat plateau they've arrived at, eyes skipping over the lumps in the snow, glinting oddly in the light.

"Didn't you say there were weapons?"

Mick makes a face.

"Under the snow, if you're desperate enough— but the mountain doesn't care for memorials. You're probably walking on bones right now."

Rico's stomach churns as he looks at the snow beneath his boots, before looking back up at Mick. He can't see any judgment, but he knows that doesn't necessarily mean anything, especially not from Mick. He and Max are close, a strong bond Rico hadn't expected.

He's also mildly terrifying. When he'd come through the window and attacked Rico— He hasn't felt that kind of bone deep fear in years.

The fear of losing.

Mick claims now that he wouldn't actually have killed him, only that he was ensuring Rico was able to protect Max while he was incapacitated, but he's not entirely sure he believes it.

Either way, this is a test.

"I'm sure."

Rico isn't northern— doesn't have their deep customs and mentalities, and some days Max feels oceans away with how he thinks, following paths Rico doesn't understand.

That doesn't mean he's weak.

He's built his kingdom off the backs of men who have come after him, overseen the construction of villages and towns, personally handled more battles than he can count.

He wraps his fingers around the hilt of his sword, feeling his knuckles press against the bone of his gloves through the leather. This is for Max.

For their children.

Mick must see it in his eyes, nodding before he tugs his scarf down, hand coming to his mouth in a shrill whistle. The noise echoes a few seconds after he stops, piercing in the frozen air.

Rico startles when one of the lumps under the snow shifts, white powder falling in clumps as the rest of the lumps move as well.

The creature that cracks open a vivid orange eye at them sends chills down his spine. The color is almost an exact shade to the orange on Max's house crest— and he has a feeling he knows now where it comes from.

The snow falls off of it as it shakes, silvery scales glinting in the light. It has six legs, from what Rico can see— a long tail with a club at the end, and an elongated snout, jagged teeth snapping at the air as it howls at them.

Mick darts to the right, and Rico goes left. The winreem is fast, faster than he expects for a creature of its size, and he grits his teeth when the snout swings in his direction.

He'd used to wonder what kind of beast could leave the scar that Max has, ragged silver lines down his leg— but now he's wondering how that was the only injury his husband had gotten away with. The thought of Max fighting it, even younger than he'd been when Rico had first met him...

It's a bit late to be claiming revenge, but he'll give it his all anyways.

The winreem darts forward, moving with a rapid side to side pattern in a way that reminds him of sparring with Max, and it's habitual as he falls back into a feint, lunging in from the side to strike at one of its legs.

It's not a full power blow, but it's enough to easily knock a man in a suit of armor over, in Rico's experience.

It barely cuts into the winreem's scales.

He can briefly make out Mick, featherlight on his feet as he darts across the snow and slashes down at the tail.

The wind is whistling in his ears, but his blood is running hot as he feels the focus set in, senses hyperaware of everything around him.

He needs more power, he needs to get to the other leg, they need to slow it down, they need—

There.

He puts his full power into the next strike, feeling it cut deep into the scales and finally slice flesh. Steaming blood sprays out, boiling hot where it splatters against his face, melting the snow where it lands as the winreem screams, howl echoing off the mountaintop.

Mick brings his blades down in a spin that cuts deep into the tail, and the winreem thrashes, enraged.

Rico makes eye contact with Mick as they both dart back, circling slightly as the winreem snarls, eyes narrowed. It lunges at Mick next, and Rico takes the opportunity before he can think about it, leaping forward and gripping onto one of its spines, hauling himself onto its back.

The spine slices into his gloves, but it doesn't quite reach his hands, and he grabs the next one, climbing towards its head as it howls again, jaws snapping at him.

Mick distracts it with another attack at the legs, and Rico stumbles as the left side of the winreem buckles, almost losing his footing.

He can see it just in front of him, hidden from the front and the sides by the bone ridges of the skull— but the soft spot Max had mentioned is there. The scales are sparse, and the brain is just behind it, if Rico can get there.

Mick takes a hit to the side from the club of the tail, staggering with a gasp as he gains some ground backwards, and Rico takes the risk, letting go of the spines to lunge forwards, both hands bringing his sword directly into the unprotected hide.

His footing slips on the scales, and his shoulders jerk painfully as he drops off the side of the winreem, but he doesn't let go, and his blade pierces in, slicing past muscle and flesh.

The winreem staggers, unsteady footsteps to each side as Rico ducks his head, hot blood gushing down across his arms and splattering across his hood. He can feel the heat of it through the gloves, running in rivers down his arms. It doesn't manage to get between his skin and the leather, but he finally feels his feet brush against the ground as it collapses.

He squints his eyes open as he uncurls his fingers from his sword hilt. Mick has an odd expression on his face, eyes stuck on Rico's hands. The palms of his gloves are shredded, but his eyebrows furrow when he realizes the spine had come to a stop against a familiar silver hide.

He lifts his hands, inspecting the palms. The inner layer of the gloves, tucked between the fur lining and the leather— it's winreem hide.

Mick shakes his head disbelievingly.

"Did he tell you to climb the spines?"

Rico looks back at the winreem, and then down to his gloves again.

"No. He never mentioned that part at all."

There's a soft laugh from Mick as he steps closer, gesturing for Rico to pull his sword back out.

"That's because it's suicidal, usually. The only other person I've seen pull it off is Max, and he's been trained on winreem fighting since birth. Your evasions though..."

Rico yanks his blade out, carefully avoiding another hot rush of blood. Max has always been at his most dangerous when sparring footwork with him, but he's thinking about it now— the fast evasions, the quick strikes—

Max has been fighting him like a winreem. Max's entire style is the winreem, evasive and beautifully dangerous, disguised under soft blankets of snow and a slow, simmering patience.

He looks back at the gloves, and then at Mick.

"You think he knew? That I would go for the spines?"

Mick shrugs, still eyeing his palms incredulously.

"I have no idea, Verhoeven. I've never been able to keep up with him. But— for you both to do the same move... That was weird. I feel like I was thrown back in time."

Rico gives a wry grin and a shrug.

"Well, we should get back so I can figure out what part of his leathers he took this hide from— he needs it now more than ever."

He's frowning as he thinks about it. If he could hide Max behind a wall of winreem hide he would. They're not entirely sure, but he's been weaker lately, frequent bouts of nausea he thinks Rico doesn't know about.

He's got a solid enough suspicion that he's out here on a mountaintop, getting ready to lug a winreem corpse back into the village, in order for their children to be protected.

Max is going to kill him when he finds out that this is the diplomatic trip he was talking about, but Rico's been planning it quietly for ages, even before the transfiguration. Ever since Max had finally told him about the winreems, he'd understood that it was a challenge. A real one, to prove his commitment to his husband and his family.

He's slowly earned respect from the North, but this kill is his. His blade sunk into the skull, his leathers bloodstained and wet with melted snow. He feels practically feral up here, energy running through him.

The fight for survival here is unlike anywhere else he's ever been, intoxicating in its intensity.

Mick steps forward, lightly punching him in the shoulder. Already, Rico can see a difference in him, in the way he's being viewed. Mick is treating them like equals.

"Come on, winreem killer. We have to get this thing back down the mountain."

Rico makes a face as Mick laughs. He can't even imagine...

"How did you and Max do it? You must have been tiny."

Mick's mouth curls at the edges, mischievous glint in his eyes.

"We rolled it and then dropped it off of a cliff."

Rico eyes the cliff face, and then the winreem.

"Tempting."

------

"I am going to kill you—"

"Max, my love, I was with Mick the entire time, nothing was going to happen—"

Rico ducks as a leather boot goes flying over his head, and Max takes another step forward, second boot in hand.

"Oh, nothing? Just a casual little winreem hunt? Do you think I'm stupid?"

Rico winces as Max gets closer, eyes narrowed. It's not good for his health when Max yells at him— he gets too distracted by the blue of his eyes, the annoyed tilt to his mouth. Today is no different.

"I stayed back here because you had to be on your diplomatic trip, and you're telling me I could've been winreem hunting?"

Rico can't hide the amused twitch to his mouth fast enough, and Max gets his fingers curled in the front of his cloak, yanking him down so they're eye level.

"You're sleeping across the hall tonight."

"Max—"

[alienssstufff]

Comment some iconic Life Series objects

[vib-ri]

[knotty-et-al]

Tetrahedron lamp holder for my tent

Used materials:

- sticks (to build the tetrahedron frame)

- foldback clamps (to hold the paper faces and to attach the swivel carabiner hook)

- thick bright white paper (cut into 3 equilateral triangles and 2 of these equilateral triangles are cut into two same pieces)

- the depicted camping lamp

- 1 rubber band (to fixate the lamp)

- masking tape (to fixate the tetrahedron's vertices)

- a swivel carabiner hook (so the lamp can be rotated easily)

(My lamp has 2 magnets left and right.)

... i might improve the design further... I am just bored. And crafting this is a calming activity for me...

[peachyutdr]

i finished it, was kicked out of the game, and then spent the next 10 minutes drawing this. i will now go take a shower, most likely cry, and then go through the emotional turmoil of convincing myself to reset so i can do a geno run. i hate it here :D

[unbfacts]

[burrythebusy]

Kagi is planning out a fancy all day long date with Hirano with multiple stops: where do they go and what do they do??? 🤔 (he's a rich and famous basketball player so unlimited budget here)

Holy cow i love you anon okay let's get going.

FIRSTLY, three words: Hot. Air. Balloon.

"Who tf uses hot air balloons anymore" they do. Because hot air balloons are fun and cool <- never been in one in my life.

But okay think about it. And by that I mean think about Dr. Stone. If you've seen it. If you haven't im gonna put it into perspective for you. Hot air balloons aren't actually that complicated (and with today's tech they are definitely safer than, say, the stone world) and people have FESTIVALS of these things. With some knowledge of weather patterns and physics and good attention hell yeah whats wrong with a hot air balloon ride. And we know Kagiura has the means to find one even if its not common. And I REALLY dont know how common they are in japan but again. Who cares.

Hirano is a pilot, so he can get a run down and know what to do plus it allows him a little more direct, simpler control. And yeah he sees the sky all the time... but being in the air with nothing between you and it, is different than flying at hundreds of kilometers an hour with you and a large hunk of steel and glass between you and the open air. A hot air balloon ride just before dawn would actually be like. Amazing. And they'd watch the sunrise together as they see it before the world below them (mostly). How cute would that be.

So let's say this is early spring ish? For the sake of sunrise/sunset times. So first on the itinerary

5h00: Hot Air Balloon ride

Not to mention their respective careers definitely make them get up early so yeah they'll live.

Anyway next. Its 100% breakfast time. Lets say the ride took about an hour so now its 6 AM and there's like no places open because dawg (there are places open but where's the fun in that) Kagiura takes them to a fairly (very) expensive hotel that he had booked from the night before (but hes gonna check out before they leave) anyway it has a kitchen and you BEST believe that Kagiura spent 10 years trying to perfect this ONE recipe for breakfast (you can decide what it is) and he makes it for hirano bc NO princess youre not lifting a finger today (he already has) (hirano would rather die than sit there and not help so it becomes them cooking together and will it end in disaster? 50/50 but it doesnt matter bc its FUN) they eat. Yay.

6h15: Breakfast

15 minutes just in case. But it takes them about an hour and a half to finish cooking and eating. So now its almost 8am what are we doing next. Kagiura has something specifically planned for the following times: 11am, 2pm, 7pm, and 10pm, in various locations, but he and Niibashi expertly made sure that each of these places were lined up so that they could make their way there throughout the day. So Hirano gets to choose what to do until 11. Hirano has some things he wants to buy and we all know he likes dressing kagiura up so suddenly hes like okay umm im gonna choose your outfit for the rest of the day. Okay hirano??

They do all this damn shopping and buy each other NUMEROUS outfits to wear and change into as the day goes on. They change and make their way to the 11am scheduled event which is a picnic that they spend doing a crosswords in a crossword book they got from a shop like nerds (its rlly hirano tho but trust he's enjoying it) picnic prepared by yours truly with the help of the one and only Niibashi Juuya and the most expertly crafted picnic basket you can find on the market. Where'd he get it from? ("I wouldnt worry about it," Kagi says. Hirano decides to listen).

11h00: Picnic. Thank god the weather is holding up amiright.

They dont rush when theyre done with eating at around noon, 12:30 perhaps. They kinda just lay around and talk. They could honestly do that until 2 but Kagiura 100% loses consciousness and wakes up in a sweat like where am I but dont worry kagiura Hirano is STILL here with about 1% less storage due to his camera roll. Its 13:30 where are we off to next sweetums. Let's go learn something.

They end up at a museum. Multiple museums. Not because kagiura planned for that but he did plan for one which was an aviation museum but Hirano went through that shit like that duck Adam in that one video and they have time until their 19h apppointment so they end up at an art museum not too far from it. Then theres another aviation museum with space stuff this time. And is that a mothherfucking planetarium. Someone's geeking out. Hirano buys Kagiura Hella garbage from the gift shops like key chains and bracelets and "they said its a space rock its not but we can pretend also its the color of your eyes" but kagiura takes it with a smile and promises to eat it later (hirano doesnt question it) (kagi loves getting gifts from Hirano sooo bad) and they have a lot of fun talking about things and watching informational videos and kagiura loves seeing hirano talk about some of what he already knows and learn some of what he doesnt. And he doesnt know how much he'll retain but the smile he's receiving he will for sure rememeber forever.

14h00: Aviation museum (and two others and planetarium)

They take a walk because the restaurant they have a reservation for is nearby and its only around 18h25 so why not. Sun set a while ago so its this beautiful dusky color. They walk across a bridge and admire the reflection of the water. They look up and see a couple of distrails and the light of planes. "Is that the ISS," Kagi asks. "No," Hirano laughs. "Have you ever wanted to go to space?" Kagi asks. "Not really," Hirano says. "I've got all I've ever wanted below the exosphere." SIGHHHHH

19h00: Dinner

It doesnt really NEED to be expensive but it kinda is because not expensive for them is kinda elevated at this point so its NICE. And they quickly change again in the car before they get into the restaurant and they just talk about the things they talk about. Schedules and plans and stuff that happened a few days ago that I forgot to tell you about and "when the hell did you plan all this" and Kagiura giggles and says not telling. The food is filling and delicious but they dont get desert because Kagiura says we will worry about that later.

A rational part of me is like... no way kagiura has a license. I think hirano does though and Kagiura is not above being Hirano's passenger princess so he blindly gives him directions and yeah they make SEVERAL wrong turns but this is why there's still an hour and a half to get there and honestly being on time isnt necessarily important dont worry about it. They're in the country now, its nice and quiet though there are still people walking about and doing whatever. Hirano is like how late can we be exactly and Kagiura is like however late we wanna be tbh. So they go to a small bar because Hirano likes his alcohol As We Know. They Talk as always except this is also hirano and kagiura so there's no limit on what they talk about. I think they sit there and talk for a long ass while really.

So its definitely well past ten PM at this point and they are no longer sober but they dont even have to drive to their last destination which is actually just a small inn on a small hill that Hirano did NOT have fun walking to but he'll live. And the reason for this very specific location and idea is because of its view once you get there. You look up and there's not a single thing obscuring the sky... except some clouds.

Holy shit.

Hirano laughs his ass off BTW.

22h00 (planned): inn and its view which, not much of a view rn

They end up staying up VERYYYY late until the clouds mostly clear up, its like 4AM at this point, but they can see everything. And since its cool out and dark they can REALLY see everything. So technically the date lasted almost 24 hours. So Kagiura is like, "Do we get a world record for the world's longest date?" Hirano pinches he cheek. "Pft. Not even close." But it was probably one of the busier days hes had even with flights, because hes only ever doing one thing on them. And yet it was also the most relaxing and the most fun and thrilling at the same time. It really is all hes ever wanted jam packed into one day (to be with him more than anyone in the world).

So considering the tired yet incredibly bright grin he gets from Hirano at about 5AM, when it looks like the sun is beginning to rise again, Kagiura can consider the date an astounding success.

And then they both pass out inside the end.

(Uhhh what nooo i didnt write a fic what are you talking about)

[bunnyboy-juice]

made a shadow the hedgehog inspired little guy for a friend for vday c:

[cowbboycastiel]

doodle practice from yesterday bc i need to move on from drawing with references >:(

+ detailed doodle mart bc he looks so stupid ❤️

[sea-amaryllis]

What strikes me with Arthur's role in the gang is that, while he's introduced as the gang's enforcer, he's also, somewhat, the gang's "comfort person", and there are multiple little things that point to it!

For example, Uncle always sleeps near Arthur's wagon (and in Beaver Hollow, he sleeps right behind it!)

Swanson (while drunk/high in the early chapters) comes to Arthur, speaks/sings to him, and while Arthur can be mean about it, Swanson still comes to him. (Their conversation in chapter 6 with high honour is incredible!)

Abigail often asks Arthur for help with Jack, and in chapter 6, she says she doesn't need to be careful around the other gang members because she has him as a friend.

Even if they bicker, John and Arthur litterally grew up together, and are brothers. John's grief of Arthur in the epilogue speaks for itself!

Tilly and Lenny explaining and sharing their fear/worry with Arthur because they're in the South (aka, very racist states at the time)

Sadie saying that Arthur is the only one she trusts in chapter 6, and the whole scene after she takes revenge on the O'Driscolls.

Charles trusts Arthur with his culture when they go bison hunting, and also asks him for help with the Wapiti Tribe in chapter 6, because he trusts him, a white man, with that.

Hosea and Arthur's whole relationship to be honest. Their missions (when alone) are always chill for the most part, and Arthur genuinely has fun with his old man.

I know Arthur is reguarded as the workhorse/enforcer of the gang (which he is!), but I also find it interesting how the muscle of the gang is also one of the softest! Look at his interactions with the camp women or Jack! Arthur doesn't really let that side of himself shine (except in chapter 6, but we won't talk about that)

[funktobacillus]