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ultraskull1000 · 1 year ago

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Okay. So. Project guitar time. I picked up this daphne blue Jazzmaster body off of ebay for like, $100 and decided that it was time to build a guitar that filled a niche that I haven't yet.

So. For context my other two main guitars are a squier Jaguar that I use in my band, using AV '62 Jaguar pickups and modded a bit to make it more of a vintage feel, and my Strat which I use for more classic rock tones and other stuff with an HSS setup, using two random single coils again off of ebay and a Seymour Duncan pickup that I added a coil split push pull pot on the guitar for. I dont use the strat outside of my room very often because it has a floyd rose on it, and i can never get it to stay in tune if its not in a climate controlled area that it stays in for a while. yeah. its a pain in the ass.

So. What am I missing if I have these two guitars? well. As much as i love the classic Jazzmaster pickups and have enjoyed every instrument i've laid my hands on with them, I very much do not have a normal humbucker guitar that I just pick up and use as a humbucker guitar. My strat has a humbucker, yes, but like. A strat neck pickup is just. a strat neck pickup. its too sweet not to use when holding that guitar. the bridge pickup on my strat pretty much gets used when im playing punk, otherwise its in single coil mode mixed with the middle pickup.

But im not looking for like, a les paul sound. no. i want funky weird pickups that arent seen everyday. So i went and looked and considered buying random weird pickups before landing on Wide range humbuckers for that kind of hybrid sound of a higher gain humbucking pickup with a little bit of that fender sweetness that i do so greatly appreciate. and yeah i did buy them relatively new but i got a good deal on them and it fucks.

So. I have the body. i have the pickups. now electronics. I got a decoboom pickguard for wide range humbuckers on the way, with a rhythm circuit cutout cause i do want to put something there, but since my jaguar already has a rhythm circuit and makes that lovely warm and lightly muddy sound (positive, i do love putting my voice over that particular tone) I wanna try to do something weird and probably offputting with that section. I have some ideas, thought about making the upper bout switch a bit wider for a three way switch and putting like, an octaver in there with options for a 12 string mode and a bass mode or something. but nothing finalized. ill think of something. otherwise my plans are to pretty much have a normal 3 way wiring with these. I might add coil split switches later or something funky but i also dont just want to rely on those voices for this guitar and think that it will be nice to have a guitar that has a very distinct voice when it comes to my humble collection.

There is the question of the neck. for now im using a neck that i pulled off a squier bullet strat that was found in the scrap pile at a recycling facility (long story) but i do intend to later get a proper dedicated neck for this maybe possibly.

Another thing about this guitar is that I want to not care about its visual condition. let me clarify what that means. I absolutely love and adore guitars that have been beaten to hell and back and abused and the finish is scraped off and stickers are all over them and there are scars and battle wounds and its been bashed apart and fuck i love that shit. but as my partner pointed out to me, I keep my guitars in pretty polished up condition and get upset when i do things to mark them up. which is true. i drilled a hole in my jaguar while installing the mute and ended up going through the guitar. I fixed it the same day, as i went and grabbed some dowels of the right size and glued it up and its functional but i moped about it for a week afterwards. So. I will be trying my damndest to not baby this guitar. I will be trying to make it look like Thurston Moore has beaten it half to death. I will be vandalizing and sticking it and throwing it around and wailing on it and it will hurt for a while but I want my hands and history to be on this guitar and I want it to make a statement of attitude. Will still very much hurt the first time i leave a mark tho.

Anyway, heres a mockup of what i have so far. will be updating as i get some more of its components together.

and here have a more up to date pic of my jaguar as a bonus.

#fender #fender jazzmaster #offset guitar #guitar #partscaster #partsmaster

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jenniferheinerpisano · 2 years ago

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Back for Surgery #7. Ankle hasn’t been quite right so its time to take out the hardware, clean up the scar tissue, and most importantly tighten up all of my ligaments (again). No running for four months but I can still life heavy and get back in the pool soon. Guys, never ever break an ankle! (at HSS Ambulatory Care Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/ComzGIKr6z0kED6XOYLiNvtNuuj-wEy4QVU2Rs0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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nightgnarpy · 5 months ago

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SCAR CHAR HSSVT HSS SR

Tagged by @mangofanarts (thank you so much for that)

And so I tagged (no pressure of course) @ushioliddell-blog, @fr-likes-chocolate, @ultra-raging-ghost

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oasisofgalaxies · 3 years ago

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live view of me in the space au discord server trying to piece together whatever the hell these fuckers actually do for jobs

#it started out as me realizing that if im going to use the sideblog i made #the pinned post would be too long cause of all the characters I currently have #and I said hey what if i group them into catagories #maybe by their jobs?#and that lead me to realize how much organizing i need to do there #theres like five ship guards like i know the HSS is big but cMON #also joe was just labeled as 'vitally important' which isnt wrong but like . hes gotta do something #AND scar and grian both work comms with hypno and for one Why and two that would never work out because Scar and Grian would be #at each other's throats 99% of the time trying to goof off and they'd miss every broadcast on their frequency #UGH how am i supposed to do this #nebula rambles #space au #someone who knows what they're doing come and help me please lsakjflsdjf /hj

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thewitintwit · 4 years ago

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Does anyone wanna hear about my commander Shepard because she's really cool and pretty and cool and awesome and great

because I'm gonna ramble in the tags about how I have a crush on my OC(?) And how amazing she is no one can stop me

#okay so um...#commander stella she.pard is um #👉👈....#shes very pretty snd cool i said that #so her left eye hss been blind since birth but she never took to wearing an eye oatch and the pupil is all faded.#and then when brought her back either the eye can see now and thays why it glows orange or its just the reaction the body has like the scars #snd uh #she's got tight ringlets and usually brings her hakr into a bit of a ponytail dhe shes got a big ol poof behind her haid #head........ I'm trying to learn blamck hair styles better this one was just really cute and i dont know how to desc it #she wears the engineer-like wear a lot and it really suits her #shes a commando in terms of class so shes out in the front lines taking care of things and most of her upgrades go to grenades #ka-BOOOOOM hehe #her voice is uhhh. not the canon shep is uhhh. u.zo ad.uba #and honestly ni would straight up fight a reaper for her she's both a badass and a sweethear and it full paragon #al-Jilani: thoughts on gsy people?#shep: i am bi #al-Jilani: dodging the question huh #shep: 8/

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tsarisfanfiction · 3 years ago

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Snake Day

Fandom: Heroes of Olympus Rating: Teen Genre: Friendship Characters: Will Solace, Apollo Cabin, Malcolm Pace, Clarisse La Rue

There’s an agreement between cabins six and seven: Cabin Seven takes point on the spiders. Cabin Six takes point on the snakes.

Just a silly little thing to get my muses back in order, based on my headcanon that Apollo kids have a snake phobia. No exact timescale in mind for this, but it’s probably around MOA - HOH but before the Tartarus Napkin.

Reminder that there’s now a discord server for all my fics, including this one! If you wanna chat with me or with other readers about stuff I write (or just be social in general), hop on over and say hi!

Everyone knew Athena kids couldn’t do spiders. Will felt bad for them – while he, personally, had no issue with the eight-legged creatures and would happily relocate them outside when asked, having a whole group of creatures that targeted you specifically for your parentage sucked. It sucked even worse when they were small and crafty enough to crawl in through closed windows and non-existent cracks in walls and floors.

Spiders were a horrific thing to have as a natural enemy, and every time cabin six erupted into terrified screams and cabin seven led the charge to evict the culprits, Will found himself incredibly grateful not to be on the receiving end of that. Still he, personally, had no quarrel with spiders and was quite happy to be Annabeth or Malcolm (depending who was filling the head counsellor position)’s first port of call when they had an infestation that needed removing.

Cabin six and cabin seven had an agreement, after all.

Will almost trod on it when he left the cabin that morning, and immediately thanked his dad that his foot – clad in just a flip-flop, as per usual – missed it by a scant inch.

Well, he thanked Apollo after letting out a shrill scream he’d be embarrassed about in any other situation and scrambling backwards, away from the hss and strike of the fanged monster lying in wait. He slammed the cabin door shut, gaining the attention of any siblings that had somehow missed the shriek and bodily pressed his back against it, aware that he was trembling like a leaf.

His siblings didn’t ask questions. There was only one thing that his reactions could possibly stem from, and it had them hurrying to barricade the windows, faces white. Unlike cabin six, they were only rarely plagued by creatures, much to Will’s ongoing relief. He wasn’t sure why there was a general lack of snakes in Camp Half-Blood, but he certainly wasn’t complaining.

He just wished it was an all the time lack, rather than just general.

He also wished that the snakes, when they came, weren’t so big, or numerous. It was as though the serpents co-ordinated their attacks, because when they came, they always came in droves. Will had only seen the one, but prior experience told him that there would be several other snakes lurking in the grass outside of the cabin.

They were also vicious, nasty things, and maybe it was the sheer terror welling up inside him that led him to insist that every move they made was an attack, or preparation thereof, but he had no positive snake experiences to compare it with – and as far as his siblings were concerned, he’d got off the lightest when it came to the snakes.

Austin had scarring on his leg from when he’d arrived at camp, half-carried by his protector, the satyr whiter than Will had known satyrs could get. Will remembered staying by his new brother’s side day and night for three days as he desperately made sure that all the venom was neutralised – proof that the snakes were dangerous, and were actively trying to kill Apollo kids.

Not one of them would be leaving the safety of their cabin – safe only as long as none of the snakes had managed to slither in before they put themselves on lockdown – until every single snake was removed from camp. It was a tall order, that was true, and it was definitely a good thing that the serpents didn’t come often because clearing out the snakes was a huge operation – far bigger than relocating spiders away from cabin six – but cabin seven had horror stories about too many of their number succumbing to snake bites even inside camp to risk it.

Thankfully, the rest of the campers liked Apollo kids enough to rally against the snakes (either that, or they just didn’t want to lose their healers; Will was pragmatic enough to know that some of them, at least, saw them as nothing more than handy healers). Cabin six took the lead, Will knew, the same way cabin seven took the lead against spiders. It was a mutual understanding – as the only two cabins with an inbuilt fear straight from their godly parent’s natural nemesis, they knew exactly how debilitating the phobias could be.

Will was still shaking like a leaf, his back plastered to the door. He wouldn’t be able to peel himself away for several minutes, past experience told him. It wasn’t the first time he’d been the first one to discover the snakes. He was dimly aware of Raphael talking him through the stages of breathing, guiding him into getting air into his lungs again, but his body remained frozen in place.

It wouldn’t take camp long to notice the snakes. Even if Will’s scream hadn’t alerted them to the fact that something was wrong – unlikely, given that it was early morning and therefore too early for the daily screams of training – it was difficult to miss the carpet of snakes that invaded camp periodically. They just had to wait; at some point, someone would come by with food, because snake-evicting was an all-day job and thankfully at least some of the campers liked Apollo cabin enough that they didn’t want to see them starve. Malcolm – because Annabeth was off on the Argo II, leaving him in charge of cabin six – would let himself in to let them know when the snakes were gone.

Eventually, Will peeled himself away from the door, breathing mostly under control and limbs no longer trembling so much he was about to collapse, and made the shaky rounds of the cabin, checking up on the rest of his siblings.

All of them had bleached skin, simply the knowledge that the snakes had come enough to strike terror into them. Austin, whose phobia was further exaggerated by his bites, was on the edge of passing out – Emma was with him, trying to keep him from hyperventilating despite not looking much better herself. Kayla and Sam had armed themselves with whatever projectiles they could get their hands on – bows were, at Chiron’s insistence, kept in the camp armoury, but stray arrows often wound up in the cabin, and Will was pretty certain Kayla was hoarding them. Sam had acquired a set of darts from somewhere, and Austin’s blowpipe had been set next to him on the bed by Alice.

The Snake Days were never fun for any of them.

Outside, he could hear yells as the rest of the campers mobilised. Malcolm couldn’t be heard, but Clarisse was loud and unapologetic in her serpent scourge, her fellow Ares kids following her lead. Will didn’t know if they were capturing or killing, and for once in his life, didn’t care. As long as the snakes were gone, it didn’t matter how.

A knock on one of their windows – a high one, more akin to a skylight than anything else, drew his attention. Jake Mason was perched at the top of a precarious-looking contraption, holding a big hamper, and Will gestured for Kayla – whose bunk was closest – to open it.

“Breakfast,” the son of Hephaestus announced. “Don’t worry; it’s all under control.”

The clamour of roaring Ares kids gave no indication about how truthful he was being – whether they were winning or losing the rout, they’d be just as loud. Still, Will appreciated the reassurance as Kayla heaved in the hamper before all but slamming the window shut in Jake’s face. He didn’t seem offended, instead giving them a friendly wave before the contraption he was perched on began to retract.

Breakfast was picked at. None of them had much of an appetite, and each of them managed only a few bites before the food was set aside for later, when they weren’t feeling near-nauseous with fear. Whoever had packed the hamper had clearly expected that because nothing was perishable enough to be in danger of going off if it wasn’t eaten for several hours.

Snake Days were one of the few days that music didn’t fill the cabin. It should have done – music never failed to lift their spirits – but none of them were ever calm enough to go near their instruments, much less play them. Snakes were the only thing that could truly silence cabin seven’s music.

Too wired into fight or flight mode – most of them firmly in flight with Kayla and Sam the only two more inclined towards fight – there was little they could do except sit in near-silence, listening to each other’s shaky breathing and trying not to let panic dig into them any more than it already had. Will hated it, hated how Austin was on the cusp of hyperventilating no matter what Emma did, hated the way Kayla’s knuckles were white around the shaft of an arrow and Alice was curled up into a ball on her bunk.

For his part, Will couldn’t quite settle until he’d done a round of all the windows himself, just to be certain they were all firmly sealed shut against sneaky snakes. It wasn’t that he doubted his siblings’ thoroughness in keeping the snakes out; it was just an itch, that of the big brother, the one in charge of the cabin. He kept his eyes firmly unfocused as he faced each window in turn, unwilling to catch sight of any snakes even as the vague fuzzy shapes of the other campers ran around outside, making sure all the latches were tight.

They were, of course.

All bar one.

The bathroom door was tightly shut, but when Will nudged it open to check on the small frosted window, he blanched and stumbled backwards.

A snake, thick and writhing, was worming its way through, and he had the panicked half-thought about why no-one outside had noticed before there was a rattle, down on the floor.

Exactly where Will’s foot landed, and pain exploded in his ankle.

He fell backwards, barely noticing the bang on his head against the floor, far more preoccupied by the hissing and the rattling and the snakes in the bathroom.

Behind him, there was screaming. Will would have joined in if he had the breath to scream, but his diaphragm had frozen solid and there was no air travelling in or out, even though his chest was heaving.

“THEY’VE GOT IN!” he vaguely heard a shrill voice shriek. Alice, maybe. He only had eyes for the creature latched onto his ankle, tail rattling ominously, and the other snake – snakes, how many were there – slithering closer.

“Will!” someone else was shouting, hands pawing at his shoulders but shaking too much to be of any use.

Or maybe it was Will shaking that much.

Projectiles zoomed past him, most glancing harmlessly off of scales but a couple of things sticking into the creature like a pincushion. If it let go of Will’s ankle, he didn’t notice.

Their door slammed open with a bang that shook the bunks.

“Wh- Solace!” Heavy footsteps ran across the cabin’s floor, and Will only caught sight of bulk and a ragged camp t-shirt before, with a war cry, a flash of celestial bronze neatly decapitated the snake. “Treat him!” Clarisse ordered; Will couldn’t see which of his siblings she was addressing, but it didn’t really matter when shaking hands started dragging him across the floor, away from the bathroom door.

Clarisse strode through and slammed the door behind her. There was the sound of chaos and snarling, but Will couldn’t tell much more as a trembling hand pressed the opening of a vial to his lips.

Nectar trickled in, although it felt like more was spilling down his chin than into his mouth. The auburn curls told him it was Emma, and he felt like he ought to be reassuring her but he still couldn’t breathe, his chest seized and frozen in position. Whether that was from the blind terror or the venom, Will couldn’t begin to decipher.

It felt like no time at all had passed when the bathroom door swung open again, narrowly missing Will’s foot and revealing a disgruntled-looking Clarisse. “All dead,” she reported bluntly.

Will tried to thank her but he could barely push air out of his lungs, let alone talk. The daughter of Ares didn’t seem to care as she came to squat next to him. He felt assessed as her dark eyes raked over him once, taking in his condition.

“Does he need Chiron?” By the time Emma had stuttered out a negative, bulging muscles had forced their way beneath Will and lifted him from the cabin floor. “I’ll leave him here, then. Easier to secure.” Rigid in Clarisse’s arms, he barely reacted as she crossed the cabin in a couple of strides and deposited him on a bed he recognised as his own.

On the next bunk over, he caught sight of Raphael cradling Austin, who’d apparently passed out. His other brother and sisters were torn between eyeing the bathroom in terrified mistrust, and glancing over at him. Emma hurried to his side as Clarisse moved away, storming around the cabin as though the invasion of the snakes was a personal insult before the front door opened and slammed shut again. Will hoped she’d taken the snake corpses with her.

“D-don’t move,” Emma told him, her voice shaking just as badly as her hands. Will felt her press down on his shrieking ankle and barely held in a cry as the pain increased. His whole body tensed without his command, not that he’d realised his muscles had had any slack left in them, and he jumped when fingers gripped his tightly enough to bruise.

Black and purple strands of hair in his periphery declared that Alice had left her bunk to curl up next to his. Shaking fingers with painted black nails passed through his vision before fingers settled in his hair. Will managed to force his head to turn enough to meet her blue eyes, focusing on her as strains of healing hymn stuttered their way out from where Emma was by his feet.

It didn’t do much for helping the pain. If anything, it seemed to increase, and with it came black flickers across his vision. Alice’s hand tightened around his and he tried to respond in kind, but his muscles appeared to be limited to involuntary actions only. In the background, he could hear Raphael muttering in Spanish, presumably quiet words of encouragement to Austin as their brother – hopefully – started to come around again.

Will wanted to check, but the pain was still causing little fireworks of darkness to explode across his vision and it was getting harder and harder to focus on anything. He chose to listen to the healing chant, the words familiar enough to mentally sing along with even if his mouth wasn’t working. If he could just stay conscious through the healing session…

Black spiralled across his vision, getting larger and more insistent, and he realised that something in the combination of snake-panic-venom wasn’t going to take no for an answer no matter how hard he tried to cling to consciousness.

“Will!” he heard faintly, a panicked voice he couldn’t identify as it echoed down a long tunnel before tapering away.

The last thing he was aware of was the sharp agony in his ankle.

Then nothing.

When his eyes peeled open, it was to a distinct lack of distant chaos. He was still in his bed, which was good news, he supposed – although as most of the camp’s healers shared his cabin, that didn’t necessarily mean much – and there was the unmistakable feeling of bandages wrapped around his ankle.

Shuffling noises indicated that his siblings were still in the cabin, but the head of blond hair sat on the floor next to his bed didn’t belong to any of them.

“Hey,” he croaked, feeling the tell-tale taste of leftover nectar in his mouth. More had been dribbled in during his spate of unconsciousness, apparently. Clearly the combination of godly food and Emma’s hymns had done their job, because his ankle no longer hurt, although if he concentrated Will could feel a dull ache.

Malcolm didn’t jump – Athena kids didn’t jump, not unless there were arachnids involved – as he placed a thin leaf of paper in the book he was reading and closed it carefully. Bespectacled grey eyes flickered over to focus on him, and Will gave him a tired smile.

“The snakes are gone,” Malcolm reported. Will felt for the sun and got back the flicker of late afternoon. He’d been out of it for most of the day, then. “I’m sorry, Will. I should’ve thought to check your windows from the outside.” He sounded like he felt awful for the oversight; whether that was because Athena kids weren’t supposed to make mistakes or because he was upset that Will had been injured, Will couldn’t tell.

“We’ll know for next time,” he reassured him, the implication resting painfully on his tongue. Next time, because the snakes never gave up. They’d be back, their numbers fully replenished no matter how many the Ares cabin had slaughtered, and the Apollo cabin would have to go through it all over again.

Malcolm adjusted his glasses. “It was an unacceptable oversight,” he insisted. “No-one ever gets hurt when you help us.”

Snakes are more dangerous than spiders, Will didn’t say, because it was objectively true but he got it, anyway. Godly parent nemesis induced fears weren’t comparable. They all, quite frankly, sucked, and no doubt if a larger, more venomous spider ever found its way into camp…

“We’re healers,” he said instead, pulling on a reassuring smile. “We do our best.” He pulled himself upright, immediately gaining a hoard of siblings fussing over him. Malcolm shifted out of their way, but it was him that Will kept his attention on even when Austin wriggled under his arm on one side and Alice tutted at him from the other.

He didn’t need the support, but he didn’t push them away. In Austin’s case, he tightened his arm around him in a reassuring hug, because his younger brother was still trembling somewhat.

“Thanks for helping us out,” he said sincerely. It might be a cabins six and seven arrangement ranging back generations, but that didn’t make him appreciate it any less.

“Any time,” Malcolm replied, a soft look settling over his face. “That’s what friends are for, isn’t it? Will you be fit for dinner tonight?”

Will barely had to listen to what his body was saying. “I’ll be fine,” he promised. Emma’s healing hymns had neutralised the venom, leaving just a slightly disgruntled ankle. “See you there,” he added as the son of Athena pulled himself to his feet, tucking his book under his arm and readjusting his glasses again.

“Don’t push yourself.”

“He won’t,” Alice answered for him, to a chorus of agreements from the rest of his siblings. Will let out a small chuckle.

“You heard them,” he said easily, and Malcolm gave a clear look of approval before letting himself out.

Leaving the cabin at the dinner conch put Will at the centre of attention. Word had clearly spread like wildfire about the bite, and the looks he received were a mix of sheepish (mostly the Athena campers, who seemed to have taken it as a personal failure), worried (the majority of the rest of camp), and assessing (Clarisse, who even went as far as going out of her way to walk directly past him as he headed for the table and glared daggers at where he was limping ever so slightly on the ankle. He got a firm grip on his shoulder as she passed).

None of cabin seven were fully at ease out of the cabin. They never were, after a Snake Day. It wasn’t that they didn’t trust the other campers to rout them all – they did – but there was a prickle in Will’s spine that wouldn’t quite go away, that misheard the crackling of the burning offerings as hisses and rattles. He didn’t often wear anything sturdier than flip-flops on his feet, but hiking boots had been dug out from hiding and rarely-worn pants had replaced shorts, just in case. His siblings were equally on edge, dressed in sturdier clothes and, in some cases, weapons hidden underneath layers.

No-one called them out on it. Not that night, not the next day. Will continued to be the subject of scrutiny until he stopped limping two days later, but even after that he occasionally caught Malcolm or Clarisse watching him – not that the latter ever admitted it – to say nothing of his hovering siblings, who insisted on checking it over multiple times a day until it was entirely healed.

A week later, screams from cabin six snapped them into action and Will was first inside, cupping a reasonably-sized one in his hands where it was crawling towards Malcolm with clear intent and sending his friend a reassuring grin. “We’ve got this,” he promised as his siblings poured in behind him.

He got a grateful look in response as a sea of blond heads fled the cabin, trusting them to handle the arachnid invasion the same they always did.

#heroes of olympus #hoo fanfic #riordanverse #riordanverse fanfic #will solace #kayla knowles #austin lake #apollo cabin #malcolm pace #clarisse la rue #tsari writes fanfiction #snake day

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orbch · 5 months ago

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MLPSTOPMOTION!!!!!!!! GIVE ME SCARSPEED IN EP30 OF HIGHSCHOOL SECRETS!! AND MY LIFE IS URS!!!!!!!!

#and also no scelia break up. and nightbeam… and..#and no rainbow intro scene…. and starswirl gets her ass kicked.. /hj #god im so insane UR RIGHT MLPSM #WE AAAARRRREEEEE SO BACK!!!!!#mlpsm adjacent #mlpstopmotion #mlp high school secrets #mlp highschool secrets #mlphss #im just babbling #hss scar #hss lightning speed #scarspeed #loll

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hsslilly-blog · 5 months ago

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been thinking about my bratz doll post. im going to start sharing my doll customising journey here so i get motivated enough to get back into it lol. the last time i posted about it was back in february i think? anyway

my plan is to make three custom dolls. claire (hwu mc), blair (hss mc) and addison (hwu). i also hope to make a bianca custom doll as i’ve found the perfect base doll for her, but she wasn’t in my original plans.

here’s my progress so far. all the pictures are going to be terrible btw:

blair stewart

outfit: their outfit is pretty much complete. the only thing missing is their sweater and their hairband. and i really really want to find/make a tie for them. i dislike the fact the skirt is a VERY grayish dark blue (in the picture it looks straight up gray) and i’ve thought about dyeing it blue but i’m afraid to ruin it and end up with nothing. so i’m keeping it as is for the time being. the boots are a perfect match. i plan on painting the gray details on the purse and making it completely white. but it’s very cute, it looks a lot like the one from this post.

the doll: this is a 2015 fashionista barbie doll that was WAY overpriced when i got her. i really like her hair colour though… it’s not exactly copper, it’s a very nice shade of pinkish orange. the picture does it no justice, but it looks a lot like the shade of orange i used to use for blair’s hair in my early 2021 drawings of them. the only issue with this doll: she has flat feet. which sucks. but she’s plastic so we just need to throw her in boiling water and mold it to my liking. medieval torture style.

my plan: i plan on repainting her face. i like this screening, but it looks… weird. im going to give her blair’s heterochromia + their scar and i plan on giving her less eyebrows. blair doesn’t have much of those. as for the hair, it still has some remains of box glue so i need to get rid of that before anything else. i plan on cutting it shoulder length and flipping the ends. i don’t know how i’m doing blair’s hairstyle though (the hair part/bangs) because this doll’s rooting is really weird. but we’ll see.

what do we think. hairstyle ofc not 100% blair compliant but gives me a general idea of what to do. there’s a really cool way of doing the bump/beehive-like/teased crown i sometimes draw them in, so i might try it if the doll has enough hair. also i realized just now how the eyes in this sculpt are very far apart. lol. i think it fits blair.

addison sinclair

outfit: and nothing for her!! i have her jacket and her boots (which have not been painted yet) and that’s it. addison has been the reason of my restless nights. i just can’t find a cropped top that looks like hers!!!! i didn’t think it would be so hard to find a blue/grayish/jeans-like cropped top but my god!! and the worst part of it all: i found a dress online that is a perfect match to hers but it’s been OUT OF STOCK since february!! here it is:

it’s not a Perfect Match, but i can work around it. it’s more than close enough to me. i’ve been checking the website every week but they haven’t restocked it yet and i fear they aren’t going to do so anytime soon. atp i think i’ll just sew it myself. i just need to find a similiar fabric to her dress. as for the socks… i have some white doll socks and i’m going to dye them purple. no bracelets yet.

the doll: i cannot for the life of me tell you which doll this is. she looks like a ~2012 barbie doll but i can’t figure out which one. and i don’t think these are the original clothes. the ad said she’s a fashionista but i don’t believe this. she does have articulated legs, but she doesn’t Look Like a fashionista. i think she’s from the early i can be line before they started using rubber legs. anyway. i fell in love with her hair. it’s perfect for addi.

my plan: i plan on repainting her eyes. here’s the thing guys. i’m a brown eyed addison truther. sorry that’s just who i am. i also want to close her mouth LOL. give her addison’s red lipstick and thin the eyebrows. as for the hair i think it’s perfect as is. i’m probably just going to style it better.

i plan on closing her mouth w/ apoxie paste or like. makeup clay (is that what it’s called?). her lips are going to be smaller too but i got lazy with the drawing.

claire swanson

outfit: isn’t she pretty!!!! i’m still having issues with her casual outfit but her formal outfit/the red dress i always draw her in is done. besides the shoes. i don’t like these open toed heels with this dress. for her Signature Look i have this cute red top which is a great match but i can’t find any shorts that match hers/the top. so far i have a miniskirt and these.. jean shorts. not my favourite. i have to paint the heels white but i found these gold hoops!!! w for me. no bracelets yet.

the doll: this is a 2011 glitz barbie doll and she’s been my holy grail for years now. the blue variant is so so so pretty. i never thought i’d find her since 1. it’s an old barbie doll and 2. i live in brazil. and then…. i found a listing online IN BOX!!! i got the purple variant but the screening is basically the same. i think her makeup is stronger though? but maybe it’s just a stock image thing. anyway i’m obsessed with the hair colour. this was such a great period for barbie if you were into almost-white-platinum-blonde hair. barbie bleach era.

my plan: i didn’t want to touch this doll but she is missing… claire-ness. i plan on repainting the eyes, giving her claire’s beauty mark and her red lipstick. the hair is perfect and honestly. such great box hair. like 13 year old box hair.

it’s not visible on the first picture and i edited out here, but she two black spots in her nose. otherwise she’s fine.

alright. my main issue at the moment is that i can’t seem to find any 100% acetone nail polish remover so i can get started on the repaints. they don’t sell these here anymore. so i’ve been looking for SOMETHING that can clean off the screening of the dolls. so far, no luck. which is why i got demotivated back in february. also something i probably should have mentioned: i have terrible motor skills so repainting these dolls is going to be so much fun!

setting some goals for the time being: 1. paint the accessories that need to be painted and 2. style blair’s hair. okay! that’s it!

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