If you’re not reading @bucking-mustangs-with-wings ‘s rodeo au idk what ur even doing to be honest.
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▹@infernal-blaze
Bursts of creative energy tickle along the points of his clawed digits, invested solely in the piece that echoes throughout his room and well beyond into the illusory bayou that he looks out to. Somewhere within, the shadowy visages of his two gators bellow as if joining the loud, sonorous song that emanates from the piano he's sat himself at. Atop it, the liquid that remains in a well-tended-to bottle of whiskey sloshes with the vibration of each key that is pressed, Alastor's ears giving similar little tremors as he indulges in the concentration needed to ensure that even in his very inebriated state, he does not miss a single note.
It is strange how he can fixate on one thing and not another. His mind is blissfully empty, for the time being. Filled entirely with the steady warmth of the alcohol he's imbibed and the memorized melody that he hammers out with relative abandon. It is a good thing he does not have any neighbors in the immediate hall which he's found his room.
Otherwise, they might not appreciate Symphony No. 3 in F Major by Brahms as much as he presently is, his eyes slid shut to further slip away into the music with lack of awareness to the fact that his radio - devoid of any present music being played - is crackling with his own energy; feeding off of how his own soul swells with each lift and fall of the tune.
He is not in a poor mood, though he is not intending to stop drinking any time soon. Not if he can get away with playing away at his piano for several more hours yet. With shirt unbuttoned, tie undone entirely, and sleeves rolled up to the elbows, he is in no state for present company.
Though that typically does not stop the thing from happening anyway.
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What do you think Shadow's Air Shoes are made of? (Excluding the wiring and propulsion system)
Completely metal
Partially metal, partially fabric
Completely fabric
Partially fabric, partially plastic
Completely plastic
Partially plastic, partially metal
A combination of all three
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Grimora art doll 🪦✨
After the two breaks it took me, this doll is finally done! As I always do, I’d like to talk a bit about my experience as my first time crafting these type of dolls.
Yes it was tedious, yes it took time for the clay, paint and glue to dry, but overall it was SO MUCH FUN! I followed examples of other wire dolls and adapted the materials to the ones I had at hand, though I plan to change a few materials now that I see they could be switched with better ones. Regarding the clothes, I experimented a bit following tutorials, but also trying to figure out the steps by myself. At the end sewing wasn’t as scary as it seemed to be, on the contrary I really enjoyed the process.
The doll was based off the reference images taken from models from a Google drive seen in this post!
I’d like to encourage people to craft their own wire dolls as well! If you’d like to craft one, I recommend to start by searching wire doll tutorials on YouTube, and sewing tutorials on YouTube/ Domestika.
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Ink clay figure -ᴗ-
Some of the paintwork is uh… less than satisfactory, but it’s a little too late now + my hands are shaky
There is a reason why I didn’t give him any eyelights; mainly it just felt odd. I don’t know how to explain it, but most of the time adding faces to figures I make feels a little strange, like they’re being confined to a singular emotion - something that’s extra odd for Ink to be
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“West Texas tumble weed and barbed wire”, 2010 by Norman Engel
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Balloon! I don't think they were ever very close to the wires, but still. Cochise County, Arizona, June 2023.
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▹ @infernal-blaze (vox)
Entirely too obvious. Amidst his daily tasks, the last thing he'd wanted to cope with was the very obvious VoxTek drones that continued to hover in the vicinity of the hotel. Egotistical enough to believe that it was Vox's means of keeping tabs on not only the behavior and goings on of the Sinners searching for redemption, but on himself as well, the spotting of one of the blasted things had been so noted to him several times that he'd had to go right ahead and destroy the damned thing, lest anyone think that he permitted such behavior.
Which meant that the next time he got any sense of relative privacy, Alastor was stomping his hooves through shadow and into the permitted area of the Vee tower with an attitude and frustration to spare in Vox's direction. Already, his antlers were more emboldened than they usually were - a clear sign of his agitation.
"Do you not think before you do anything?" He said aloud before he even saw Vox in his sightline. His tone was accusatory.
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