#college headers

[macarenation]

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[stargirl230]

Luke(s)

sketches in which luke looks different every time i try to draw him (different face syndrome???)

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[kikitulips]

ꢐ Seonghwa ꒰ ꒰ ateez ꒱ ꒱ lockscreens ♡

[reneeicons]

like. xx

[s-telar]

[rosabie]

ִ📚 ֹ ָ֢ Brillant avenir 🗝️ ⊹ ♡ ☕ 🌱 ⌇

[nebravsky]

twilight poem, d&d5e tabaxi bard

behold, after two years of playing i finally managed to make a decent ref sheet for my first ever player character, em!

god i love her SO MUCH you have no idea..

my first ever drawing of her is under the cut, as well as some closeups!

ref cr:

her belt with bags is this particular design by ozzon-japan

the gloves are heavily inspired by these ones by five and diamond

overall look of her coat is roughly modeled after this kitty (jq444 on deviantart)

may 2022 // march 2024

closeups! (what's up with the quality hello?????)

please lmk if the text on the ref is unreadable thx bye

here's a playlist for those who are still reading for some reason: boop

[allieebobo]

Hi! 

Procrastinated at work today and designed new chapter headers for CT:OS today. What do you guys think? Version 1, 2, or 3?

Version 1

Version 2

Version 3

[30403099]

new project time ‼️

[garfening]

your banner image is absolutely stunning

thank you! here it is in full since i realize i never actually posted it on this site :0

the full story behind this pic is under the cut!

in college i took a photography class during my first semester (as required by my degree lol) and for the second day of class we were asked to bring things to take photos of in the studio, so i chose this lil garfie!

there was tons of stuff for us to use as backgrounds and i found this truly iconic star fabric to use. got to take pics of lil garf with it using the most expensive camera ive ever touched (very nerve wracking to use) and it turned out sooo good, i was obsessed

(a pic of him i took while waiting for my turn with the camera)

my degree was in graphics and printing so this garf pic quickly became an icon in my class. i put that picture on post cards, stickers, notebooks, and i even made a giant print where the garf/stars were glossy lol

(sample of the gloss print, i have no pics of the big one but its large)

i loved it so much that when i had videography class in my final semester i got the star fabric back out to make a commercial with my garfield phone for an assignment

(still image from the commercial- hes beautiful)

anyway thats about it! its my fave pic ive ever taken and bringing it back in different projects made college very fun :)

tl:dr i took this pic in college and it became iconic in my class cuz i kept printing it on stuff lmao

[macarenation]

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[piratealt]

twst headers

[kikitulips]

ꢐ Taeyong ꒰ ꒰ nct ꒱ ꒱ lockscreens ♡

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[eleanorfenyxwrites]

WIP Wednesday

So okay I don't know if this is like...a cool thing to do or not, but there's a fic I claimed from the 2022 kink meme list (I couldn't resist, in large part because Tales From Jianghu Shopping Center was listed by the prompter as one of their inspirations for the prompt) that I'm not sure when I'll actually finish writing but I have started it and I'd like to at least acknowledge that I'm doing it even if the prompter won't see this. But the prompt is something along the lines of anything highly specific and niche (like my strip mall AU lol), and I actually happen to have a growing little stockpile of very very niche knowledge about my chosen professional field, which is ceramics! I specialize in wheel-throwing (though I'm also a...passable hand at plaster mold-making/slip casting and handbuilding, I just don't enjoy them nearly as much) so I've started a little something from Lan Wangji's point of view that's a love letter to throwing ♥

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As is tradition, Lan Wangji works in porcelain.

The Lan family have been respected masters of porcelain for centuries, generations stretching back, back, back nearly to the beginning of the imperial kiln production in Jingdezhen. They once produced the enormous pots that adorned emperors’ palaces – there are (very distant) cousins of his in Jingdezhen who still do so for wealthy patrons.

It’s easy to forget such a background when he enters his personal studio on the other side of the world and flicks on the lights to begin the day’s routines. It’s precisely what he wants – a quiet life like this, simple and unassuming, is much more suited to his desire than the weight of tradition that could otherwise press him and his work down into something he would never want to be.

Not that he deviates very far from tradition anyway, but it’s the principle of the thing. Lan Wangji takes quiet pleasure in simplicity, in function that is beautiful in its hard-won mastery. There are very few non-traditional ways to accomplish this that he’s interested in, but he likes having the option should he want to take it. 

Lan Wangji had learned to throw at his uncle’s knee as soon as it was possible to do so. He has continued to do so since childhood with a single-mindedness that once surprised even his uncle. All he’d ever wanted to do was to sit at the wheel for hours and hours on end, only pausing to warm the water in his bowl with a fresh influx from the kettle and to transfer full wareboards (once he was strong enough) to the drying racks in the corner of his uncle’s studio.

Lan Wangji has always struggled to find the words to convey how integral the motion of the wheel and the smooth slip of clay through his finger and against his palms is to feeling like he fits into his skin properly, but his family seems to understand just the same.

Yesterday, as the sun was westering, Lan Wangji had weighed up a few bags of fresh porcelain. The lumps are waiting for him now, tumbled together under their protective sheets of plastic, ready to be molded and shaped by hands and hypnotic motion. There’s enough of a chill in the studio this time of year that there isn’t any condensation on the plastic when he lifts it, so he folds it away neatly and settles into the easy rhythm of wedging his clay to prepare it for the wheel.

There is, in the middle of the studio, a sturdy butcher’s block workbench. He built it himself right there in the studio, the first piece of furniture that had filled the space even before he’d purchased his Shimpo wheel. It’s very likely too heavy to lift – it’s certainly too big to ever get through the door – but he has no intention of ever leaving this studio to begin another, so it suits his purposes just fine.

Wedging the clay on this sturdy, hip-height table is nearly as meditative a process as all the rest of it. A bit more of a workout than sitting at the wheel, but it’s a good way to warm up in the morning, his muscles well accustomed to the push-turn-push-turn-push-turn of spiral wedging that it’s gone beyond second nature, it simply is. His mind wanders pleasantly as he watches the misshapen lumps of pure porcelain become smooth and rounded beneath his palms. Perhaps he’ll spend the day on bowls. They’re quick and simple, suited to his mood today, and he’ll have plenty of them done by lunch when he already knows his typical solitary routine will be interrupted (and can therefore plan for it so far in advance). 

The sun is up properly by the time Lan Wangji finishes his wedging, and once he’s transferred the first batch of prepared clay to the wheel he pauses to stand in the open doorway and look out over the garden that sits between his studio and his home. The grass and the flowers are glittering fresh and dewy in the sunlight as he rolls his shoulders, stretches out his back in preparation to be seated for long hours.

When he returns, the wheel welcomes him, familiar and comforting. He fills an old bird seed bucket with warm water from the tap and arranges the small mirror at the back of the wheel’s tray to the perfect angle to watch his own hands before he settles in and takes a deep breath, sleeves rolled up and apron cinched comfortably tight around his waist as an unnecessary reminder to keep his back as straight as he can while he works.

The first ball of porcelain hits the perfect bullseye of the wheelhead and Lan Wangji leans in to begin centering, the porcelain buttery soft where it runs under his hands. Porcelain, he knows, is notorious for being difficult to work with, particularly for beginners. This far into his career, it’s simply polite and responsive to each confident press of his palms. He cones it first, hands curled around it to coax it in and up; presses it down again with the flat of his hand, every movement focused on the centerpoint of the wheel gliding silently through magnet-powered rotations. 

Up. 

Down again. 

Up.

Down.

Push.

Press.

Lan Wangji loves every part of the throwing process for what it is, but if he were to have to choose only one, this would be his favorite: the moment he can feel the clay running smoothly, perfectly centered the whole way through and ready to become whatever he will tell it to be, the possibilities – for this moment – endless.