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Old cult of the lamb oc drawings i never finished
#cult of the lamb#🦷toonie draws#bella battinera#bella batterina#kevin olie#kevin our love is electrifying#our love is electrifying#olie#not for kids
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Started reading Love, Death and rollerskates
And fell in love so what do i gotta do? Draw bella into it :3
First time drawing 80s, woof. And trust me, its strange to draw for the first time.
Love, death and rollerskates belongs to @spadillelicious :3c
#fnaf au#fnaf sb sun#bella battinera#bella batterina#love death and rollerskates#love death and rollerskates au
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Bensebaini ive unpinned my dzg post, i hope youre happy
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Look at these absolute blorbos!
Nothing like selling your soul for the D10 cantrip. (Right) Is Bella, she belongs to @toonietoon36
#d&d#d&d art#dnd#dnd character#dnd oc#dungeons and dragons#dnd npc#dnd art#dnd5e#bella batterina#friends art#i love them theyre so fun
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Anyways I got bored at work and doodled a ballerina Cass. Technically you have have loose hair like that but heck it.
Yes I got too distracted by the phone to add costume details. Maybe later I’ll draw her on Good Paper and add watercolor and details. Yes the blunt bangs are because @doc-squash has ruined everything else for me (her face looks naked without them!).
Fun fact. I hate this skirt even though I love the rest of the Swan Lake costume. These big round things make me have to do like. Trig to try to find her legs again n it’s a hassle.
#ignore her lips I’m BEGGING#also her bottom foot#wow I wanna draw batterinas again#I miss printmaking so much y’all#it was just so satisfying to print ballerinas? like their musculature always felt so good to watch print#also to etch#they’re just fun#and so so very time consuming#batfam#cassandra cain#batgirl#batman#dc comics
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STORY LOG #1
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Abby: Be fun and spontaneous!
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You fail to be fun, but manage to be incredibly spontaneous. Maybe even recklessly so.
Oh, absolutely recklessly so.
You have THIS CONVERSATION, which ends with something like:
absylphe I’ll Be Okay I Do Not Really Feel Like Dying Anymore So I Just Won’t
You talk a big game for someone who said something stupid and is too nervous to stop and think about it for too long. You need to get moving -- you feel like you need more time, to write final words and compile parting parcels just in case you don’t make it, to think about who you want to tell and how you want to word it -- but Glitch is moving 3 hours per minute and you need to be able to keep pace if this allegiance is going to work.
These... cahoots, as they seem to be
First things first, you need to sort out your inventory management abstratus. You head down to the foyer, sparse of furniture, and swap your Fetch Modus from Chastity to Array. It is nice to have the aid of predestination, but you haven’t found a key for anything more complicated than a picnic basket in over a sweep. You don’t want these cards to be difficult to access, especially while you have things to do.
It seems a little silly that you can unlock all of these cards all at once just by switching your Fetch Modus, but hey, you suppose that’s more of a reflection of your personality than anything. You haven’t had a reason to cling to Chastity for ages.
You go about picking things up and surveying your items, with a heavy sigh and a heavy heart. These feel like relics of wrigglerhood, some of them. There was some garbage in there, of course -- an 8 ball, a wedding dress, a bottle of pinot. You absentmindedly teleport the pinot into the nearest star, gathering the rest of the objects to take stock. Bo’s Crosshairs -- you should return this. You should have returned it a long time ago, but you never found the key. You delicately set it aside and find the missing piece -- you had taken a single piece off so that it wouldn’t be automatically absorbed into your Riflekind Specibus. Probably so you could see it in person at some point and realize that you needed to return it.
Who needs predestination? You’ve grown as a person. Maybe it’s time that you start deciding when things need to get done rather than just waiting for them to invite you to begin.
One thing catches your attention; a stuffed nakkodile plush. You lean in to pick it up, brushing your thumb over the textured fabric with a shaky breath. It’s as pristine and beautiful as if you’d made it this morning. This was meant to be a birthday gift for Dave, but... you had never made it that far, and your Modus had deigned it inappropriate to give it back to you, you suppose. A proper lady must not dwell on the past. You have to move forward.
You store it anyway. If your nerves hold up, maybe you’ll send it to him.
With a letter.
If you survive.
You see a package as well, wrapped in this shiny, holographic paper that shifts from blue to red. This was for G2, a long time ago. You were supposed to give it to him when he got back into his body, but that was... a very long time ago. You recaptcha a pincushion, but the rest of the junk you leave lying around, picking up the Crosshairs and the wrapped box under your arms.
You MESSAGE ROSE, and once you’ve secured her coordinates, you put the Crosshairs back together and send it over to her. Shifting the box into your sylladex, you walk into the nursering. Your pulse can’t stop screaming, you feel so anxious. They’re all asleep, they seem to have fallen asleep while reading, sitting in a circle on the floor, all draped in blankets. You count six, and then you count six again, and then you count six for a third time. You feel sick. With your powers, you captchalogue them. It barely works, but they’re small enough that you could do a similar thing with a pile of salamanders or turtles if you needed to.
When they disappear, your blood pressure skyrockets. You know for a fact things can live in there -- for long periods of time, even, you ejected a moth from your sylladex downstairs that is just fluttering around now, after 3 sweeps of confinement. Just floating around like nothing ever mattered. Or, not live in there, necessarily, but they will not die. They’re just... there, in suspended animation. You can let them out later and they’ll still be asleep, under their blankets, warm and cozy and breathing.
Or someone else can let them out.
You clear your throat and chirp softly, a noise you make when you have fresh fruit for Lyra. The bat flutters over to you from a corner of the block and crash lands in your outstretched hand, her one good ear pivoting excitedly. You captchalogue her, too, and then you go upstairs. You fetch a small gift box from under your desk and fill it with gift wrap, delicately setting the cards containing your precious children and your beloved family pet inside. From your sunbed, you fetch Sir Battington, a gift from G2, and Prima Batterina, a gift from Artifex. Both plush bats go into the box, and you cover with more of the paper. It’s not a gift, you’re just... anxious about bumps and scratches. You sit down to write a letter to Meenah, which you tuck inside of the box full of your precious possessions before you tape it shut.
Returning to the desk, you begin to MESSAGE G2, and after a bit of nostalgic banter, you send him his late gift and your box of secrets, one of which he is meant to open, and the other, which he is not. Around the same time, you end your CONVERSATION WITH ROSE, and you find yourself shaking, lungs heaving as you try to remain calm. It’s hard, being a young adult and forming contingency plans based around your possible death. It’s hard, and far too many people understand.
You’ve been invited to tea, so you pick through your wardrobe and resize a few clothes, changing the colors with your fingertips into suitable variations. Once you’re satisfied, you captchalogue the small pile of folded outfits along with some hangers, just so you don’t inconvenience her too much. Your mind is racing too much to think about gifts. Gifts for tea! Gifts for a host. You can’t focus on that, you’re trying, but it’s hard.
Finally, you return downstairs, sending the boxes to G2 and then sending yourself to Rose’s place. This is going to be far from the last swan song in the cygnet opera of your social life.
Everything is normal. Just another day.
A deep breath, a warrior face, and you transportalize over.
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howliday special thoughts
i finally got around to watching it!!! only a few hours late, lol
anyways, assorted thoughts and stuff under the cut!
i kind of have trouble believing not a single monster knows about presents? like did they just never give/get presents or...?
i guess im nitpicking, but i also have trouble believing there is no monster holidays at all? like not even any celebrated by a particular race of monsters? i dont know, its just... seeing how many different types of monsters there are, it seems a bit... improbable... (also, wasn’t that collector Abbey doll supposed to be from the reboot era? wasn’t she celebrating something?)
what was the little blue new student at the beginning... looked like some sort of bug... im going to guess a fairy?
toralei’s concept of a holiday is spot on......
oh no... food might fall on gob... aka the monster that literally eats food... the monster who ate trash out of a trash truck.... the monster who is literally made of some semi permeable liquid which allows him to absorb anything he wants to absord.... how would he ever have gotten out of that situation...
gil found dead in miami
how much water was in his tank if he flooded the entire lobby with at least three feet of water (presumably? considering where it was at on the doorway)
“IM SORRY YOUR HOWLIDAY WAS TOO WEAK TO WITHSTAND YOUR ICE FISH BOY” EHGLWIEHGGWEHGEW I LOVE ABBEY
O MAN THERES A SKULLETTE
IM ACTUALLY REALLY HAPPY TO SEE IT
ITS THE WOLF KIDS
i like that cleo realized how to tell when frankie’s lying.... it was kinda cute, kinda like ‘aw they are friends even tho they don’t have much in the way of important interactions thus far in the reboot’
lets go graverob a child’s grave
well at least now we know how to pronounce alivia
frankie and alivia are already adorable and im so glad
cleo’s poses are so cute omg
alivia’s eyes are blue and not heterochromatic
@mattel get your story straight
what if alivia does like scinece but she needs time.... shes basically a newborn, scince is literally in her blood, so shes looking to branch out a bit...
LET GHOULIA COME BACK SO FRANKIE AND SHE CAN TALK ABOUT SCIENCE
there’s deuce’s band... but wheres woolie....
WOOLIE HAS BEEN MISSING FOR LIKE. ALL OF THE GHOUL SQUAD WEBISODES. WHERE IS SHE.
as far as i remember it monster high was situated back in the woods with no direct road to normie town.... it was probably a couple of miles from normie town as well.... why did they build a road that connects straight to the main road and not even build a fence to stop trespassers....
MAKE A POTATO BATTERY
parade floats cant spin that fast without flipping over
“whered you get all this talent?” “you made me, so it obviously came from you!” THATS SO SWEET IM DYING
gob is glue... glub?
abbey is so good at snow im love her
seriously i never realized how much i loved abbey until this special which is, frankly, shocking and also sad
that looks like a doggy bowl that mom wolf is sipping out of
i hope those arent the $1000 icoffins (lol)
can the pups not talk or do they just prefer barking
hc that barker actually has pink hair bc he got into some of his moms or clawdeens crafting supplies and they accidentally temporarily dyed his hair pink
euorgehgpergpeaph;eajrhijoerag clawdeen sounds downright murderous when she sasys “let’s play in the snow’ and honestly thats just how siblings are tbqh
they should really include abbey on their team.... she couldnt hit all the pups in one throw.... and build a snow shield....
THeyRE USING HIM AS A BATTERING RAM
WHO GAVe THEM SHOVELS DRUMS AND GRAPPLING HOOKS
even if they lost the snowball games, would the pups not have tired themselves out enough to willingly go to bed anyway??
i mean it makes sense the pups arent listening to her since clawdeen isnt the alpha....
well i was right about the pups....
draculauras comforter is so cute omg
frankie and lala are sharing a bed bc theyre dating
NO TTHAT MUCH CHILI PEPPER DEUCE
ok but the bone bros’ hug was so darn cute
there is literally no way theres that many students that go to monster high,
dpeaking of which WHEre IS MOANICA DID THEY FINALLY SUSPEND HER
abbey just freezing the pups to the float is KILLING ME
ah yes, catty singing instead of ari... just how it should be
fangelica should know better than to fly to normie town....
this normie girl... is terrifying...
batterina is a good name.... how has nobody made an oc with that name
is fangelica younger or older than lala, canonically? i cant remember
“theyre nothing... but bones and bones” leajhrbalejkrhb;jaekrhaer
“hi dad!” THATS SO CUTE, LET FANGELICA AND DRACULA HAVE MORE FATHER DAUGHTER INTERACTIONS
HOW did the little normie girl even GET THERE
IT COULDNT HAVE BEEN THE MAPALOGUE COULD IT??? THE BANDAGES WERE NT ATTACHED TO CLEO, SO THEY WOULDNT HAVE TRANSPORTED WITH HER, S OTHEY WOULDNT HAVE BROUGHT THE LITTLE GIRL ALONG
SO HOW DID SHE EVEN GET THERE
WHAT THE HECK
since we never saw the little girl go back, guess what? now dracula has three daughters
new meme: dracula keeps getting children
i mean thats literally the entire plot anyway right?
every student at that school is unofficially his new child
thanks dad
overall that was a super cute special!! there were a few loose ends, and a few things i didnt like, but overall it was super enjoyable and sweet!!!
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Making a Ballerina Homopolar Motor, aka Batterina! A homopolar motor is a direct current electric motor with two magnetic poles, the conductors of which always cut unidirectional lines of magnetic flux by rotating a conductor around a fixed axis so that the conductor is at right angles to a static magnetic field. The challenge with this design is balancing the coil to center on the battery as it rotates. . Credits: @world_of_engineering . . Follow @atomstalk . . . . #experiments #physicsexperiment #physicslab #sciencelabs #sciencelab #scienceexperiment #scienceexperiments #sciencestudents #sciencestudent #homopolarmotor #electricmotor #electricity #directcurrent https://www.instagram.com/p/CCoEs8rjCuR/?igshid=qadwgcvmbxuf
#experiments#physicsexperiment#physicslab#sciencelabs#sciencelab#scienceexperiment#scienceexperiments#sciencestudents#sciencestudent#homopolarmotor#electricmotor#electricity#directcurrent
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SKANSEN 2017 #skansen | Jonas Carlsson – @bojonascarlsson
Glömt och kollat laddningen av batterier till mina kamrena så det blev inte så många bilder idag. Båda extra batterina var också urladdade.
http://www.korsudden.se/wp/skansen-2017-skansen/
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this is what a #batterina sounds like! #enoki #frenchie #frenchton #bulldog #Queena
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Iz pride minth
#🦷toonie draws#bella battinera#bella batterina#bat pony#ponysona#aro#aromantic#aromantism#pride#pride month#lgbtq
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Maybe i dont wanna be
Maybe i just wanna
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I admit; I cropped some papers to make this, hence the lines on the ground. Arisa's original pose had terrible anatomy so I had to redo it and glue it together to make it work. Oh well, it was still fun to make, and another lesson of double-checking the sketch before inking it.
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Well despite this being the lamest Halloween ever, the hurricane didn't stop my niece from being adorable.
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Besties talking about besties
Kitkat belongs to @sweettoothstomp
#🦷toonie draws#bella battinera#ponysona#bella batterina#bat pony#dr strangeglove moshi monsters#moshi monsters#moshi monsters oc#others oc#kitkat the diavlsuma#kinito the axolotl#kinitopet#kinito
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