#plastring

[froggyfly]

23/08/2022 - 18:50 - Hellerup, Dk

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Angel With A Warm Home (Angst/Fluff?)

IDW!Raphael x reader

A/N: Taking place after unmutated Raph gets separated from Splinter and his brothers, and just before he overhears the fight between Casey and his father.

Warnings: Hunger, homelessness.

His stomach rumbled as he dug through the trash, looking for something to eat. Anything at all. He just needed to eat. He did not care what it was. Leftover Chinese food, a half rotten tomato. Heck, he would even eat the soggy last few bits of an old salat. He just needed something!

Digging through the dumpster, he felt a slight dispersion build up inside of him, mumbling to himself as he jumped into the dumpster, in order to look further down. “C’mon. C’mon…” He pushed a filled plastic bag to the side, finding the corner of a discarded pizza box poke out beneath the trash. “Bingo!”

Excited to finally eat, he pulled the pizza box from the trash with a big smile, opening with a small dance of his shoulders. “Dinner is served”.

But the disappointment came, as he found the pizza box filled with nothing but grease and crumbs. “Damn”, he sighed, his shoulders slumping. “This ain’t gonna cut it”. With that he dropped the pizza box back into the dumpster, before he jumped out of the trash, landing with his feet on the pavement of the dark alleyway.

“Okay…”, he muttered to himself, tugging his hood closer around his face as the wind took a hold of his coat. At the mouth of the alleyway, he looked around, making out the two story houses on the other side of the street. “What’s next?”

Under the dim light of the full moon, he rushed over the street to the nearest townhouse, his eyes locked on the trashcan out in front, by the small path leading up to the front door.

Looking through the trash, he finally found what he was looking for. Food! The leftovers of a lasagna, probably from the day before. It was cold, but it did not matter. Food is food, and at that moment, that was all he needed. Hungrily eating what he found, he looked up in sudden panic when the light behind the front door turned on. Quickly, he ran to the hedge that separated the small front gardens, watching through the leaves as you walked out the front door, standing in the front step.

Your eyes scanned the street, all while he shivered behind the hegde. You were beautiful with soft human features. It caused him to look down on his big green three fingered hands, once again wondering why he had to be what he was. Why was he this strange creature, in a world of humans? It was scary. The last fifteen months had been horrible, and he still did not know how he ended up on the street in the first place.

Your eyes scanned the world outside your home, until they landed on the bush he was hiding behind. He hoped that you couldn’t see him, and that the only reason you kept staring at the bush was because you watched how the wind moved the leaves, and not his shivering and hungry form. But then you spoke.

“If you’re hungry, I can make you something to eat”, you called out, still looking at the hedge. He did not move, fearing that he had misheard you, and this was just his mind playing tricks on him. A beautiful human that offered him food. That couldn’t be real. Not after all the humans he had encountered had ran away in fear at the sight of his green skin.

“It’s okay”, you called out with a friendly smile. “I’m not mad at you. If you’re looking through my trash, you’re probably hungry, and I don’t mind making something for you”.

How could you be so nice to a stranger? You had not yet seen his skin, yet you stood outside in the cold, with no coat, sweater or jacket, to cover your tank top and joggers. Were you an angel of some sort?

He sighed. This might be his only chance of getting something to eat, that was rotten from the bottom of a dirty trash can. So with slow movements, he stood from behind the hedge, doing everything in his power to seem non threatening. As he moved away from the hedge, his two toed feet and lower half of his plastron now visible for you, he expected you to scream. He expected you to yell at him, telling him to get as far away from you as possible, before locking yourself in your house. But you didn’t. At the sight of him, you lifted your eyebrows in surprise, but you never looked fearful. You stayed calm, studying him, your eyes meeting his before you shut him a crooked smile.

“Does pasta sound good?”, you asked, gesturing towards your front door.

“That sounds more than good”, he answered, his mouth watering at the thought of finally eating some good food.

—

None of you spoke as you ate. Not that you felt uncomfortable. No, you had decided not to speak as he spoke, finally letting him satisfy the hunger that had been paining him for months, only keeping it at bay with the small food scraps he had been able to find on the street.

As he finished yet another plate, you got ready to fill him another one, but he stopped you, holding a hand up.

“I never thought I would say it, but I’m actually full”, he said, smiling for the first time in a long while.

You smiled at him, happy that the food had done him good, before taking both of your plates to the kitchen, loading them into the dishwasher. When you came back to the table, he was still sitting there, giving you a small smile as you came back in.

“So”, you started, returning his smile as you took a seat once more. “Do you mind me asking what your name is?”

His smile faltered, his eyes going blank. He hadn’t thought about that before. In the past fifteen months, he had never once thought about his name. All he had been wondering about was what happened to him, no memory of a time before the fifteen months.

“I- I don’t know”, he answered, his eyes falling onto the table where he started playing with his own fingers. “I’ve never thought about that, actually”.

Your smile disappeared as well, a concerned look washing over your eyes. You noticed how he suddenly seemed uneasy, his hands fidgeting on the flat surface of the table. You reached over, resting your hands on top of his in a comforting gesture. This caused him to freeze, staring at your hand on his. Never had a human felt comfortable enough to touch him, and never had he known how much heat human skin gave. Your hand was nice and soft, and he fought the urge to hold it.

“It’s okay”, you told him, unaware of his thought of holding your hand. “We’ll figure it out at one point”.

“We?”, he asked, looking confused.

“Yes, we”, you confirmed, giving his hand a small squish. “I’m assuming you don’t have a place to stay, so if you’re okay with it, I’ll let you stay in my guest room”.

He was almost floored, his mouth falling agape as he stared at you. Never had a human been so nice to him, and never had he thought that a beautiful human like you would invite him into your home, feed him warm food, and then offer up a room for him.

“Would you really let me do that?”, he asked in a whisper, almost not trusting his voice at the thought of a warm place to stay.

“If I wouldn’t then I wouldn’t bring it up”, you chuckled, letting go of his hand in order to stand up. He looked at his hand a little disappointed, wishing you would hold them again, warming them up like before.

He followed you up the stairs to the guest bedroom, waiting as you opened the door and showed him around.

“Here’s the bed, as you can see”, you said, making room so he could come in as well. “The heater, a desk, a closet. I don’t have any clothes in the closet tho”.

“That’s okay”, he said, pulling out at his coat. “I’ll make do”.

“If you say so”, you smiled, before moving out of the bedroom, pointing down the short hallway, showing him the bathroom.

—

That night he slept well for the first time in fifteen months. He dreamt about turtles and a rat, along with a large scary cat, that dragged him away from the others. But before this nightmare could turn any worse, he dreamt of a warm hand holding his own, along with your beautiful smile as you chuckled. He dreamt of you eating good food together, before spending time together, doing nothing but talking and hugging. You were not a bit scared of his shell, three fingered hands or his green skin. No, you hugged him as if it did not bother you one bit, at one point even resting your head against his plastron. And when the morning came around, seeing the golden light of the sun in through his window, he realized how fast his heart was beating at the thought of you, along with how excited he was to see you again. You were truly an angel. An angel with a warm home.

[ysa-dalawatatlo]

Pick, Pack, Sell! (12/16)

Today, I worked on some final packaging prototypes. Other than the printer having issues with ink, the only problem that persisted was the misalignment of the back to back printing. I tried to mitigate the error by measuring the misaligned space and moving the objects in the file accordingly, but with no success.

After asking for some advice, I was told that the misalignment can't really be fixed and is only to be expected from the printer.

So, I decided to place my cut and fold lines on the front of my design instead, and just keep the back plain since the only design elements were the colour and pattern. To minimise the appearance of the lines, I also carefully chose the colour and lowered the opacity.

The results turned out well. I've now prepared the files for printing, and then I should be able to take formal pictures.

After today's quick tutorial, I also added a bit of text to the front of the box as well in consideration for how the boxes would be seen from shelves.

(the prototypes are a bit shabby since I didn't glue them and I could bring them home flat)

ADSHEL POSTER

For my poster, I had a few ideas:

But I decided to go with this minimal approach since I wanted it to be attention-grabbing for the busy people who are walking past. The point of this poster is to sell the convenience of the product through its scale.

But in today's tutorial, it was brought to my attention that my "whenevr, wherevr" strap line might be able to benefit from more context in the poster rather than just a plain background.

I might try adding in photographs to put my strap line into context. I've also taken pictures at potential areas where I could edit my poster in context. I'm thinking train stations given their high traffic, but I'll also head to the mall to have a look around.

MOVING IMAGE

I currently only have storyboards for my moving image.

On the top of this page, I started thinking of doing either dynamic type or just keeping the type consistent while the background changed. This way, I'd be able to actually show "wherevr, whenevr" as actual locations. I'd have to look into photography; possibly take images myself or find images I could use from online.

The next idea on the bottom of the page involves taking the packet itself and using it as a visual metaphor, somewhat. I thought of having the Plastr packet traverse the screen in a sunrise-sunset way to suggest "whenevr," then have the packet become a mode of transportation such as a train or bike for "wherevr." I wasn't too sure about how to end this animation though.

But after playing around with After Effects for a bit, I realised that this idea was going to be too ambitious. A day-night transition and moving vehicles is not realistic given my current skill set. So I'm scrapping that idea.

Now going simpler, I thought of using the patterns I already have and just placing text over it. I'm not sure about how I can go about animating the patterns themselves if I wanted to. I'm still looking into it for now.

And lastly, I was going for a dynamic type + feature of the product itself.

I also got a few ideas from today's tutorial. I could do an animation of a packet f

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[travelless]

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[mybrainproblems]

I hate the light fixture/gaudy mini chandelier in my dining room and I was going to get something really basic to replace but WHAT IF I made my own chandelier out plastr craft molds of my own hands holding bulbs and dripping with eyes instead of fake crystal?

[civilmanage]

How to calculate mortar/plaster?

How to calculate quantity of Cement & Sand in plaster?

Calculate quantity of cement, sand and water cement ratio in plaster? Formula for calculation of cement sand quantity for plaster mortar.

Plaster is the major part of building construction & cement mortar is used for plastring, a little irresponsibility in mortar mixture cost you loss of quality, money.

In this post you will learn about estimation of cement & sand in mortar and water cement ratio. Below we will calculate quantity in Cubic feet as in Cubic Meter.

Calculate quantity of cement, sand in mortar.

How to calculate Area of wall plaster?

Area of Wall = L×H

Area of Wall = 12’×10′ = 120 sft

Thickness of plaster = 10mm = 0.375 Inch

Wet Volume of Mortar = Area × Thickness of plaster

Wet Volume=120×(0.375/12) = 3.75 Cft

0.375 divided by 12 to convert inch into foot

Dry Volume of mortar = 3.75×1.33= 4.98 Cft

Or 0.141 Cum

Now we will use dry volume to get Quantity of cement and sand

Ratio of mortar = 1:4

Sum of ratio = 5

Cement quantity calculation in mortar:

Quantity of Cement = (1÷5)×4.98 = 0.996 Cft

Cement = (1÷5)×0.141 = 0.0282 Cum

Density of cement = 1440kg/m3 or 40.77kg/cft

Multiply cft with 40.77 & cum with 1440 to get quantity of cement in KGs. Cement consumption in plaster 1:4.

Cft>>>> 0.996×40.77= 40.60 Kg

Cum>>> 0.0282×1440= 40.60 kg

To convert into Bags divide by 50 (50 kg in one bag of cement)

Or directly calculate cement bags from Volume:

Volume of cement bag= 0.034cum or 1.226cft

Cft>>> 0.996÷1.226 = 0.82 Bag

Cum>>> 0.0282÷0.034 = 0.82 Bag

Read also Quantity of concrete.

Sand quantity calculation in mortar:

Simply Multiply Dry Volume of cement by 4 (sand is 4 times of cement) OR

Sand = (4÷5)×4.98 = 3.984 Cft

Quantity of Sand = (4÷5)×0.141 = 0.112 Cum

As Sand is sold & purchased in CFT & CUM, so it don’t need to be converted

If you want to convert it into KGs then multiply Cft Volume with 45.30 and Cum volume with 1600.

Density of sand is 1600kg/m3 OR 45.30 kg/cft

cft>>> 3.984×45.30 = 180.47 kg

Cum>>> 0.112×1600 = 180.47 kg

Water cement ratio of mortar:

As water is about 0.45 to 0.50 times to cement. To maintain its strength and workability, water should be add with exact ratio.

as cement is 40.60 kg so the water should be added is 20.30 kg/Ltr.

If there is high volume of mortar or concrete, ready mix plaster and ready mix concrete can be used to save time and manpower.

How to calculate plastering cost? Just multiply the cement bag with rate of and quantity of sand with rate. Add labour cost for preparation of plaster work.

[42soul]

Kawgun Cave by Casaluna

[flodsynd]

en pille til højre ben en til det venstre  med en drink i hånden der ikke må spilde lister jeg over livets line  nu vælter jeg til højre efter et par dage for meget til venstre er jeg ikke længere ligeglad måske var det sårn det sku ha været østpå ku ha væltet rundt i lortet måske sidde på en trone måske det en rar drøm

en rar drøm til venstre ben og en rar drøm til højre med en drink i alle arme spildt ud over kjolen er jeg en linedanser en edderkop uden livline der vræler at jeg ikke har 8 ben de kommer løbende med lyserøde briller lim, tape og plastre tager imod med kyssemyssehånd hver dag linedanser jeg uden publikum svinger til højre venstre sydøst og nordvest og vælter aldrig helt nok

[gopukka]

Ingen titel.

hele min by brænder gasolin og kærlighedsbreve fra tomme løgnere.

når jeg overhoved igennem december vil vinden kysse mine kinder igen og efterlade min hud bleg og forlegen.

slå til vægen og mal den rød lad blodet størkne indtil mor bliver bange og finder gamle plastre frem.

en ny verden vink farvel til dem der ikke kan komme og nyd at du havde mødt dem.

[dugiskoven]

klokken er snart fire. jeg er ligeglad. mine tanker er på alt og intet. overvejer at ryge en smøg, men jeg lader være. lytter til musik, imens mine fødder er limet fast med plastre grundet vabler fra de mange lange gåture. ved ikke, hvad jeg vil med mit liv. vil jeg overhovedet mit liv??

[jocelyn-rps]

"One of the first things I learned was that you can't trust people. In the end, we're all self-serving creatures. Yes, even me. You look surprised! ...What, did you think I wasn't aware of exactly what I am? Please, darling. I have no illusions that I'm serving some greater good. That's for amateurs. The greater good doesn't exist - but I'm getting sidetracked. You didn't break into my lair to hear me philosophize, did you? You wanted to hear all about my evil plans. And so you shall!

But, rather than tell you...I think I'll just show you. My little PLAStR robots need a few more field tests, and what's the point of being a villain if you can't have a little fun with it? It's like BDSM - pain for mutual pleasure - except there's really no pleasure for you, huh? Guess its just old-fashioned sadism then. Funny, I've always thought of myself as a sub in the bedroom...

"Oh dear, now I've gone and made things awkward. I'm so sorry, you didn't need to hear that, what was I thinking? Right, the robots. Well, as you're about to see, they're quite good at operating as a large unit. Precise movements even at the microscopic level, and - oops, there you go. I really should remember to put down a tarp next time."

[ysa-dalawatatlo]

Pick, Pack, Sell (9/16)

Since I live a bit far from uni, I'm not able to freely print prototypes for my packaging just yet. For now, I've used a site called Pacdora to see mockup versions of my Plastr boxes and packets.

Here's all three boxes next to each other, in different angles. Next are the packets:

Now seeing the designs as mockups, I don't feel completely satisfied with how the product looks; I'm not sensing a "professional" finish from it. It may just be an issue of the current mockup being watermarked all over, so I won't be able to say until I make the actual prototype.

But as of now, I might make edits to the colours - maybe lighten them a bit to be a bit cohesive with other plaster brands in the market.

[into-control]

also, they really don’t understand that the fashion industry doesn’t work the same way the music industry does.... karlie is incredibly successful in said industry and new york city *literally* screams her name because of how many brands want her to represent their products// true everytime i came to the mall her face is plastred everywhere especially when u go to adidas she's in the women gym clothes section and running shoes and timesquare has her face also plastred there

mmmmhm

[insanityclause]

They plastred Tube with posters though - funny, I was only thinking the other day how little advertising they had done on the tube. Couple of posters at Oxford Circus seemed to be the lot.

I thought I’d read a number of locations, but could be wrong...