#crane project

[wimaccrane]

25 Ton Overhead cranes For Cement Factories

Intro:The Manufacturing Marvel: How We Built the 25 Ton Double Girder Overhead CranesHow to Determine the Price of Your Crane Projectconclusion: Intro: Welcome to our blog! Today, we are tremendously excited to share an account of one of our greatest achievements. We have successfully managed to deliver a mammoth project involving two giant 25 Ton double girder overhead cranes. This incredible…

[redpapercraness]

some fuutas from da sketchbook

[robot-carl]

It’s Sunday which means I gotta draw the boys. And play with brushes.

Don’t ask where the rest of their heads are. They are on vacation.

[doxxed0367]

As my continued art slump drags on, I’ve decided to share some of the few times I’ve actually drawn some of the rogues gallery lol

(Click for quality RIP)

[godabandonedthisuniverse]

Jonathan Crane: One ticket for Barbie.

Harley Quinn, next to him: And one for Oppenheimer please.

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

I'm slowly making my way through a new project- editing the entirety of the album PUNCH by Autoheart to the Life Series.

I was originally planning to post all of the edits in order of the songs on the album, but I instead made the Lent one first and am too excited to keep it in my drafts any longer while I work on the first four songs of the album (especially since we're coming up on finals seasons and the amount of time I'll have to work on these is gonna plummet so fast). So instead, I'll be posting them as I make them and make a masterpost of them all in order at the end.

That being said, I hope you enjoy this! I'm really proud of it and a lot of work went into it.

[loud-whistling-yes]

Behold: a fool! A fool that took a whole month of agony to make, but a wonderful fool nevertheless. A lovely lady but no one's baby sort of fool (ft. ssh album cover from the old post)

[whereissmajor]

Today smajor is in Beyond, Beyond, Beyond by The Crane Wives!

Again, sorry for lack of posts!

I'll probably start being more active in October since I have a school break then

[bluetortoist]

AW SHIT HERE COME THAT LOW RES SCARECROW-

yes yes uh, HROOO HRAAA, and all that lovely business~

Take my shitpost lol

[digitalninjaa]

they should’ve made desmond have a panic attack on screen he was so unrealistically fearless for a lot of things

especially when william got taken he should’ve actively been shitting his jeans

[anomalouseden]

An awkward encounter at a synagogue in gotham city......

[wimaccrane]

130 Ton Double Girder Overhead Crane

introduction introductionSection 1: The Core Elements – Double Girder Overhead CraneSection 2: Crafting the Control CanbinSection 3: The Uses of Extreme Heavy Duty Cranes 150 Ton and AboveSection 4: The Edge of Control Cabin Over Remote ControlSection 5: The Imperative of Travers in Heavy-duty CranesSection 6: Determining the Price of your Crane Projectconclusion In an industry where colossal…

[redpapercraness]

unforgiven

[wolfofartblock]

I love your art so much! Do you have anymore of the Among Us AU you have? It's one of my favorites. 💜

It's not the first time this has happened v.v

Tyty! Even though some people consider among us cringe I still find it cute and funny in general so I like this au too ^^

I also like to imagine that:

Everyone suspects Alex is an imposter and that he's killing crewmates, but they don't ever have any evidence of him doing that (along with Desmond's insistence that Alex has never even left his side since they've met)

Specifically, he's just too weird to NOT be an imposter and Shaun complains he never actually does any tasks

Alex IS an imposter -- an alien one specifically -- but other than killing the original human Alex, he hasn't had any interest in hurting anyone else. Any killings that have happened have been at the hands of others, like Lucy

[sombertide-0]

so i had a fun time talking with @avoidantvoidd this morning and got inspired to write a fic about Desmond being biracial (half white half syrian) and i focused on arab culture and yeah, here it is if anyone's interested

basically it's ramadan and desmond is sad about not being able to properly participate and it kinda fucks up his animus syncing, so becks and shaun decide to do something about it

Desmond comes up from the animus with a gasp, clutching at his throat. He’d been unfocused, hadn’t seen the guard coming at him before it was too late. He coughs, the taste of blood lingering on his tongue as the world steadily slows its spinning. He can hear voices, see faces that aren’t really there, feel the cold metal slicing his neck-

“Desmond!” He’s startled out of his thoughts by a very worried Rebecca. Right, he’s Desmond Miles, he was in the animus, he desynced. He groans and tugs the needle out, hunching over and clutching his stomach.

“Merda, fa male,” he wheezes. He shuts his eyes tightly. “No, wrong language, fuck… Sorry. Give me a minute.”

“What gives, Des? This is the fifth time you’ve desynced in half an hour. We need you to get through this memory.” Her voice sounds far away as he tries to separate himself from Ezio. He recites movie quotes under his breath, tries to remember his days as a bartender, remember what date it is.

It's Ramadan.

Fuck.

“Fuck…”

Shaun glances at Desmond over the rim of his glasses. "You aren't planning on fasting, are you?” Desmond cringes. He didn’t mean to say it out loud. Shaun keeps going. “Fate of the world hanging in the balance and all? We need you at your best, relatively speaking."

Desmond sighs and rubs his face. The bags under his eyes are more pronounced, stubble growing sporadically across his jaw, hair a mess. He shakes his head.

"No. I... I'd like to, but it's... not the same. Alone," he mutters tiredly. Beck and Shaun share a concerned look.

"Try to get some rest, Des," she says, powering down the animus. He nods mutely and stands on unsteady feet, slowly making his way to the room they have their bedrolls in.

"Poor guy," Becks whispers," Must be hard, being so disconnected from his culture." Shaun nods silently, staring as the door to their room shuts behind Desmond. "What do you know about Ramadan?", she asks. Shaun pauses. What does he know?

It's a social holiday, focusing on fasting during the sunlit hours of the day, followed by a big feast with family and friends. It lasts for 29 to 30 days, then is followed by three or four days of Eid, the celebration time. Sweets, gifts, parties, dances, music, it's all community based, and here they are, an American, a brit, and a sad Arab.

He sighs. As much as Shaun loathes Desmond, he can understand the isolation that comes with finding himself in such a different environment. "Okay," he says, "Here's what we're going to do."

Desmond wakes up from his nap not knowing if he feels better or worse. He groans, turns on his side, then the other, before deciding he wouldn't get anymore sleep. He stands, shadows dancing in his vision; Altair, Malik and Maria, sitting together around a warm meal. His stomach growls. God, when was the last time he ate?

No light seeps through the rotted curtains, alerting him that it's night. He must have slept for a while if it's already dark out. The others aren't in their beds though, so it can't be that late.

He slowly makes his way back to what was most likely a living room, before freezing at the door to the sorry excuse of a kitchen they have. Shaun and Rebecca were there, cooking together. Desmond shakes his head to make sure he's actually awake. He can see some of the food they'd already put out: a bowl of fresh dates, kisra and moulah, falafels, salata't rob, even a platter with freshly cut watermelon. When he looks back at what they were preparing now, he could see the telltale golden hue of one of his favorite sweets; basbousa.

Rebecca's the first to notice him standing there in shock. She offers a grin and beckons him to the table. "Hey, Des! We thought you could use a little pick me up," she says. Shaun rolls his eyes, cutting the cake into even squares and placing an almond in the middle of each one.

"Little is quite the understatement, don't you think?", he snarks, wiping his hands clean of the syrup, "We have enough food to feed a small town." Becks shoves his shoulder with a laugh. "Oh hush, this was your idea!" Shaun sputters.

"I- it was not! I simply answered your questions-"

"Then decided to look up the proper recipes and go out and buy the right ingredients and put in the time and effort to make all of this-"

"Listen, it wouldn't be worth anything if we couldn't do the culture justice!", he bristles, face a lovely shade of red. Rebecca snickers and drops the conversation, looking over to Desmond who's still simply staring.

"I...", he starts, swallows the lump in his throat, "What is this?"

Shaun scoffs. "What does it look like? Iftar. And you're late, the sun set over an hour ago."

"Iftar... But you don't celebrate, why...?" Shaun's gaze softens ever so slightly. He shifts his weight from one leg to another. "Well, Rebecca and I have noticed you weren't... performing as well as usual. So, we thought giving you a break and something nice would help get you back to your old self, however poor your performance already was." Desmond laughs despite the jab. "You did this for me. All of this, you..." His voice breaks. Dammit, he's not going to cry, he's not going to cry, he's not-!

Thin arms wrap around him tightly, the smell of rubber and cheap shampoo a strange yet comforting mix.

"You deserve nice things, Des," Rebecca says, rubbing soothing circles on his back. He hugs her tightly in return, tears stinging at his eyes.

He hasn't been able to truly participate in this holiday since he ren away from the farm, not having anyone around him to share it with. It used to be fine, but recently, with Altair's memories still knocking around in his head, and Ezio's celebrations he couldn't get through, it hurt a lot more. He never realized how alone he felt.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly pulls away from Rebecca to give her a warm smile. She gives one back and pats his shoulder. "Come on," she says, taking a seat at the table, "You better eat while it's still warm, I did not spend all this time and effort just for us to get a cold meal."

Desmond laughs. He's about to join her when he notices Shaun standing awkwardly with his arms crossed. The tips of his ears are still pink.

"Shaun?", he calls. The brit perks up. "Yes?" "Thank you." Shaun releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Don't mention it."

As they sit down and break the fast they hadn't started that day with a date, Desmond feels at home for the first time in a long time.

"Ramadan Kareem, Desmond," Shaun says with a hint of a smile. Desmond beams. He can’t help the fondness warming his chest. Maybe… maybe he’d be okay after all. Saving the world can wait for just one night.

“Ramadan Kareem, you guys.”

“… you overcooked the falafels. “

“Just shut it and eat, Miles!”

[stellar-collective]

my take on the Agent themselves because these games have given me brainrot

headcanons below the cut!

-perpetually has their legs kicked up on any and every surface. in the office, on their missions, in the van; as long as they’re not actively problem solving, their shoes are on the table. 

-terribly invested in the Handler. literally drove into a flamethrower to get him the perfect hot dog. 

-doesn’t set things on fire half as much as one would expect. mostly just lights cigars, honestly. prefers chucking stuff

-along with their TK implant, they volunteered for an experimental treatment that was supposed to make agents immune to ingestible poison. it was only partially effective but it worked enough that they can down entire bottles of champagne, eat moldly sandwiches, chew pre-chewed gum, etc. without batting an eye

-MAJOR sweet tooth.

-fairly talkative outside of missions, but goes completely dead silent the moment that they’re in the field. can’t be baited into betraying information if you don’t talk!

-cheeky as anything. favorite pastime is to deal with deadly situations as nonchalantly as possible, like drinking tea while getting shot at by a tank, stealing Juniper’s masks while he’s trying to shoot them, and saluting while blowing up space stations.

-doesn’t hold grudges. like, at all

-when you die enough times, you sort of start to rank the methods. their favorite way to go out is fire/explosions and their least favorite way is suffocation. falling from space was far scarier to them than falling down a burning elevator shaft. the heat is familiar to the point it’s almost comforting.

-they’re beauty, they’re grace, they’re super mega ace

-a bit of a hoarder. trinkets and souvenirs are very valuable to them. keeps everything that the Handler has ever sent them and steals a lot of things from their missions

-adrenaline junkie! this job is perfect for them