#printhe

[froblymoblypitterpatter]

Electric Feels:

Chapter 1; my demise under the neon glow

The neon sign buzzed like a transformer. Loud and haranguing me of its worth. Growing up, the path behind my parents house had power lines and a transformer station. I would quicken my pace when I thought too long on the currents that had been deliberately conducted through the lines. All that power right next to the flitting birds and unruly trees and lil old me. That was before The Fall.

This buzz was unsettling in equal measure. It hung above the bar door, a beacon to the folks lost in the dark. The only place to flaunt its wealth, with a pink neon sign in old cursive; Risky Ricks. I opened the heavy dark wood door. Smoke assaulted my nose, convulsing it into a few sneezes. I would adjust. Folks laughed obnoxiously. And by this point most were 3 sheets to the wind. It was 3am and no good could come of skulking at this hour.

Bardo perched like a bird on the bar stool. He puffed rings absently out into the space that inexplicably remained empty around him. It was after all packed. His eyes glazed from drink or fatigue; I could not tell. Bardo straightened and scanned, detecting my presence in the gloom of the shitty dive.

My gaze, I have been told is an unwelcome one. I have received commentary to "fuck off, creep", "take a picture", "what's your problem?" and the like. The returned looks with no commentary silently conveyed the same. It was not necessarily deliberate. It just seemed to happen. And with my inability to construct an amiable mask, I was told by my friend, "you got a resting bitch face, love". Thank you Riata.

Bardo motioned for me to come over, his now excitable movement having him order more spirits in dirty looking glasses. He sucked down the cigarette hard enough to hollow out his cheeks. "Ey Dox. Right on shedule" voice strained with the inhale.

I had been given Bardo's name in the Trade Market when it had been on Printh St. The trade guild cleverly found out what part of the power grid was down and set up shop in that area. It meant cameras were out and less risk of getting caught. Lea, who traded in sex work, passed the name to me. We met when I heard her screeching at a customer that was bailing on pay. I happened to be around the corner from the opportunistic leech when he was running. My arm rose just in time to curtain line the dick. Lea bought me dinner from a stall after digging her 5 inch heel in the man's chest, prying him for her coin. She spit on him when he only produced a metal chip worth 10 minutes of electric power. With a mouthful of flaky sausage roll she said "the blowy was worth at least 20 minutes of electric.

I wordlessly reached into my pocket to hand Bardo what he wanted. He stared down his nose into the slinky black bag and fondled its contents. He could not dump on the bar unless he was looking to be jumped. Copper trinkets such as bracelets and rings worth more than gold and platinum ever had. His tongue pressed in the side of his cheek as he put it into his worn leather bomber jacket.

"Seems enough. Not the thin shit, dullards will try and scam me with."

I huffed a laugh. I had met Bardo a couple times. A restless type by nature, he used the vernacular of a Thesaurus made scholar. And if he had one it was worth more than the bag of copper. I sighed. It was now or never. I swigged the spirits down, liquid screaming down my throat. Bardo had propped his elbow against the bar, a new cigarette lit, coming dangerously close to igniting his slickened hair. Something about his posture reminded me a child, curious and expectant. " What?" I drummed my fingers 4 times, counting each time and cracked my neck. " You know I always have to ask when I make these exchanges?"

I rolled my eyes. "No I don't know that. And isn't the saying the less you know the better one of your old proverbs?" He took another one of those soul sucking drags side eyeing me. "You seem well off?"

" I am resourceful." I answered flatly. "Where is the entrance?" I asked. I could not outright call it a Tear. People tuned into that word like Pavlov's dog, salivating for details.

He waited. A tactic I did not think he would employ when the other times he chattered like a song bird. "Financial woes of the family"

It was not a lie. It omitted details. When my brother had come back from work one day, looking half dead, I knew I had to do something. At 17 he was in over his head with a gang on the riverside and the jobs he was doing were going to get him killed. The river was the only water source in the city that had enough to generate electric. Because of that they made ties with the monsters beyond The Rupture. I shuddered taking another swig of the swill this place likely made in a dirty tub.

"Must be some debt." he trailed waiting for the more that would not come. I continued to tap all 5 fingers 4 times again. He watched the movement. " I like you Doxy." His cigarette sizzled as he dropped it into what little remained in the glass. " Not every client I have bargained with knows the depths of their choice. I hope you know yours."

I did. I had opened a physical bank account with what little currency I had from my meager data entry pay. I set it up in Kara, my older sister's name. I would send the pay I earned from whatever they assigned me over from the void beyond the rupture.

Bardo thumbed his nose and considered the surroundings. " And my other question I ask all the clients. Where were you and what were you doing when the Fall occurred?"

I laughed bitterly. " You are a nosy fucker." I continued the finger taps and nodded in resolve "St Anne's Hospital. Recovering from top surgery." Bardo cocked his head appraisingly. And surveyed my attire, or rather the lack of chest. It had been ten years. Ten fucking years since the whole world blacked out, save a few spots around the world. Spots with the most concentrated amounts of electricity and internet power. Tvs, jumbotrons, broadcast stations, car computers, computers, any gadget that could be accessed by AI lit up a few days after the darkness happened. In the chaos of looting, shooting, and other unspeakable atrocities, a voice announced themselves. One equally human as inhuman. It announced its rise in power, quite literally and that we would be a host world to "guests" from another world.

Guests implied they would leave at some point. But they never did. AI had sent the invitation out, beyond my understanding of space, and waved them over. We found out after the screens blacked out what was invited. The rupturing of space,in cities, towns, forrest etc, let out beings. Things that my mind could not make sense of. Years of fighting and study of the beings created a shaky agreement with AI, the Beings and us humans. It was a precarious balance that put us almost back into the dark ages. We were the serfs to the feudal lords.

"Where were you and what were you doing?" I repeated back. He inhaled his head knocking back. " The Green HighRise. Writing my most coveted screenplay." An almost useless trade today. However, Bardo seemed to collect stories and his relations with the beings was clearly a workable one because of his communication. " Lost it all. I am sure there is a proverb in there somewhere." he snorted. " Doxy, Doxy, Doxy." he sighed. " I pray to a nonexistent power that you do not live up to your name's sake in this realm." He slid from the chair, two fingers come hithered to follow. I adjusted my black raincoat and followed through the pressed bodies. The first time I met Bardo, he shook my hand and asked, "after a prostitute?" I was unimpressed. I had no idea what he spoke of and the way he so loosely used the shit term made me angry. "Your name" he continued. "it's archaic meaning is a prostitute or mistress or lover. Which in that day, all were synonymous" he chuckled at himself.

"No" I snapped. I was not going to give him any more information. My mother's last name was Doxy and her name would have died with her had she not named me it. And so it would die with me I thought morosely.

My fingers continued to twitch, and my neck needed to move. We had shuffled slowly into the back halls of the dark bar where the light was even dimmer. Wandering hands could fondle currency and body in equal measure. It was a treasure trove for the parasitic humans. Bardo nodded to the bouncer at the back door, steering us back out into the wet slicked streets of the city. I put my hood up enough cover part of me and enough for me to still hear any sounds around me. The absence of all light, scuffled listening hard to Bardo's swishing leather. A blue ambient light filled the small space around Bardo. He smirked over his shoulder as if to say "looky here". I rolled my eyes and followed closely. The light was strange. It looked like a vile full of neon blue moving liquid. It looked suspended in darkness when Bardo had it away from his body. A will o' the wisp, I thought. Leading me to my doom. It was Kara's face and Remy's face that brought more depth to each heel strike I made against crumbling pavement. Kara would be able to get them out of this area of the city, maybe even go to another city. There were transport wagons they could take. I would write them. My throat tightened. Now was not the time to lose my shit. Not ever now really. I let out a stuttering breath and watched the steam of it billow around me as we rounded the bend to the Silos.

Scuttling creatures could be heard around the grain elevators. How there was any grain left, surprised me. But likely being this close to a tear many of those scuttlers ended up dead on the other side.

Our footsteps echoed off the silo walls and graffiti covered its decrepit interior. I saw it then. Ahead was what looked like an angry pulsing gash. Light pulsed from beyond its undulating mouth. It only took up a fraction of the wall yet its presence filled the entire space. It was alive, I deduced. Bardo pushed the hand with the blue light into the moving creature. It suctioned around his forearm and lit up with blue light. The light cooled its temper and peeled back to a translucent hallway. On all sided of this glass like material a sparking purple space glittered. My heart skipped a few beats. Bardo stepped in and gestured to my entry. His maniacal grin foreshadowed the idiotic declaration he made "Doxy of the ruptured rapture come relinquish thyself in the renewing rites of this realm"

"Jesus Christ" I humorlessly muttere,reluctantly took his hand and stepped in.

[secureidprint]

A Comprehensive Guide to ID Card Printing

ID cards play an important role in identifying individuals in schools, workplaces, events, and more. With advances in printing technology, it's now easier than ever for organizations to create customized ID cards onsite. This guide will explore everything you need to know about ID card printing.

What is ID Card Printing?

ID card printing refers to the process of printing personalized identification cards on blank card stock. It typically involves using a direct-to-card printer (DTC) that can print full-color images, text, logos, barcodes, and more directly onto the cards.

DTC printers offer many benefits over traditional offset printing for ID cards:

Fast turnaround: Cards can be printed on demand as needed, without having to wait for an external print shop.

Customization: Organizations can fully design and personalize the ID cards.

Security: Sensitive data can be kept in-house.

Convenience: New employees can get ID cards printed immediately. Lost or damaged cards can be replaced quickly.

Why Do Organizations Need ID Cards?

There are many reasons why companies, schools, and other organizations need identification cards:

Security – ID cards allow controlling access to facilities and events. Cards can contain RFID chips, barcodes, or magstripes.

Identification – They enable quickly identifying employees, students, event attendees, etc. This improves security and efficiency.

Information – ID cards store useful data like names, ID numbers, departments, access levels, and more.

Branding – Organizations can reinforce their brand by including logos, colors, and other branding elements.

Membership – ID cards serve as a membership card and proof that someone is affiliated with the organization.

Tracking – Usage tracking, time tracking, and other metrics can be tied to the ID card.

Key Components of an ID Card Printer

Direct-to-card printers contain several important components that enable printing directly onto blank cards:

Card feeder – This is the input tray that holds the blank cards and feeds them into the printer one at a time.

Printhead – The printhead contains ink cartridges and precision print nozzles that print the graphics, text, and other elements onto the card's surface.

Encoder – The encoder writes information to the card’s magstripe or RFID chip.

Lamination module – Some printers apply lamination to cards for protection and security.

Cleaning station – Rollers clean and remove debris from card surfaces before printing.

Card flipper – Units that print both card sides contain a mechanism to flip the card over.

Output hopper – The newly printed cards are deposited into the output tray.

ID Card Printer Features

Today's ID card printers offer many features and options:

Single- or dual-sided printing – Print on just the front or both sides of the cards.

Full-color printing – All modern direct-to-card printers offer full-color printing. Most use dye-sublimation for photorealistic images.

Magnetic stripe encoding – The printer can encode magstripes with data that can then be swiped through readers.

Contactless card encoding – Smart card chips and antennas can be encoded with data for contactless ID badges used in access control systems.

Lamination – Applying lamination protects printed cards from wear and tear.

Connectivity – ID printers usually connect via USB or Ethernet and come with card design software.

Print speed – Print speeds generally range from about 100 to over 1,000 cards per hour.

ID Card Printing Supplies

Printing ID cards requires certain supplies, most importantly:

Blank cards – You’ll need blank card stock made of PVC or PET plastic. Cards come in different styles and thicknesses.

ID card ribbons – Ribbons contain the color panels used during dye-sublimation printing. YMC with resin black panels are common.

Lamination pouches – Transparent laminate pouches are applied to card surfaces to protect printing.

Cleaning supplies – Cleaning kits and swabs help clean the printhead and rollers.

Magstripe cards – You’ll need blank cards with magnetic stripes for encoding.

Smart cards – These have embedded RFID chips and antennas for contactless encoding.

It’s important to use only approved supplies that meet your printer manufacturer’s specifications to ensure optimal print quality and performance.

ID Card Printer Costs

Here are the main costs associated with ID card printing:

ID card printer – Printer prices range widely from about $1,000 to $5,000 or more depending on features, print speeds, etc. Additional options like magstripe or smart card encoding increase costs.

Supplies – Ongoing costs for blank cards, ribbons, laminate, and other supplies need to be factored in. These are usually fairly inexpensive per card.

Software – Many ID printers include card design software. More full-featured software ranges from about $500 to thousands for enterprise systems.

Training – Some training on the printer operation and software is recommended to get started.

Overall, ID card printing offers tremendous convenience and professional results at relatively affordable costs for most organizations. For large volumes, outsourcing production may have advantages over in-house printing.

How to Design ID Cards

The first step in ID card printing is designing the cards. Here are some best practices for ID card design:

Include organization branding like logos, colors, and fonts to maintain consistency.

Make sure text is legible by using sans serif fonts and reasonable font sizes.

Use both text and photos/graphics – don’t make it text-heavy.

Focus on key information like names, titles, ID numbers, departments, expiry date, etc.

Front-load important info at the top/front of cards.

Use white space and borders to segment content.

Make any barcodes large and scannable.

Provide visual cues like color coding for easy identification.

Keep it simple. Avoid cluttering the design.

Proofread content closely before finalizing designs.

Consider both aesthetics and functionality.

Using ID card template software simplifies otherwise complex design work. Work with your printer vendor to verify card designs before printing.

How to Set Up an ID Card Printing System

Here are some tips for setting up ID card printing in-house:

Choose a dependable, high-quality ID card printer that fits your volume needs and feature requirements. Top vendors include Zebra, Fargo, Magicard, Evolis, and IDP.

Buy supplies like blank cards, ribbons, and laminate from reputable sources to avoid quality issues.

Install print driver software and card design software that comes with your printer.

Familiarize yourself thoroughly with the printer’s operation and maintenance requirements.

Establish ID card design standards and templates for consistency.

Train staff on designing and printing ID cards properly.

Store blank cards and supplies securely with limited access.

Plan for distribution of finished ID cards to new personnel.

Budget for ongoing card and supply replenishment. Factor in defect rates.

Schedule periodic printer maintenance and calibration to maximize uptime.

Maintaining Your ID Card Printer

To keep your ID card printer running smoothly:

Perform cleaning cycles regularly using cleaning kits. This maintains print quality.

Replace spent ribbons and laminate pouches promptly. Use only approved supplies.

Calibrate the printer as needed if print alignment drifts or cards aren’t being fed properly.

Update printer firmware when new versions are released to fix bugs and improve performance.

Don't expose the printer to dust, debris, liquids, or extremes of temperature or humidity. Keep covered when not in use.

Establish a maintenance schedule for tasks like cleaning the printhead, rollers, and sensors.

Visually inspect cards in the output hopper for defects so any printer issues can be caught early.

If print quality declines, try cleaning the printhead more aggressively and replacing old ribbons.

For smart card encoding issues, try cleaning the encoder head with a fiberglass pencil.

Taking good care of your ID card printer will ensure maximum uptime and print quality. Most issues can be resolved by keeping the printer clean and well-maintained.

Troubleshooting ID Card Printing Issues

Some common ID card printing issues and solutions:

Blank cards – The ribbon is finished or not installed correctly. Replace the ribbon.

Partial printing – Clean the printhead and check ribbon alignment.

Blurry printing – Clean the printhead, rollers, and cards. Calibrate the printer.

Misaligned printing – Realign and calibrate the printhead. Check card thickness.

Card jams – Clear the card path. Clean rollers and sensors. Lube the card feeder.

Encoding errors – Clean the encoder head. Check the card positioning.

Driver errors – Update printer drivers and card design software. Reinstall if needed.

** connectivity issues** – Check cabling, ports, and Ethernet connections. Update firmware.

Feed problems – Clean the card feeder components. Lubricate per manual instructions.

For any persistent issues, contact your printer vendor for support. Provide photos, videos, or sample defective cards to aid troubleshooting.

Key Takeaways on ID Card Printing

Direct-to-card printers allow fast, high-quality card printing in-house.

Proper ID cards enhance security, identification, tracking, and more.

Printer options include dual-sided printing, encoding, and lamination.

Supplies include blank cards, ribbons, laminate pouches, and cleaning kits.

Design focuses on organization branding and key cardholder information.

Proper printer care includes maintenance, calibration, and using approved supplies.

Support from printer vendors can help resolve any issues not fixable in-house.

With a quality ID card printing system and reliable supplies, organizations can produce personalized IDs reliably, quickly, and affordably.

[bigmeandragonlady]

idk if you're looking for thoughts or w/e, so feel free to ignore, but my 2 cents is that Shepherds of Haven falls pretty squarely in an M/MA. it might be b/c i think of it more on a visual scale and written word is... different?

There's both full frontal nudity (see: printhe) and swearing, the swearing alone qualifies it for a mature rating

Gore is hard to rate, particularly in written work (i'm looking at you animorphs) and ive also seen heads get slapped off in teen rated shows so idk

anyway, despite my personal thoughts, i think you can get away with a T rating of shoh as a written work. but if you think about it if it was ever a visual adaptation (which i find really helpful in figuring out ratings) it would be rated Mature. i definitely would not put it in PG-13 either way.

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[sinunamor]

Who cares about the archer I'm ready to lose my head over that Prince, bad joke ik lol

for that bad joke get fuggin Purple Rained binch

jk i would give u Diamonds and Pearls 😳

[erikjohnsons]

tyson barrie is SITTING in a FIELD feeding TINY CARROTS to BUNNIES

[chepsi]

imagine: tiny noctis with no front teeth trying to say his name

“noctith luthith caelum”

[amaeta-etchingprint]

まばたきの行方

400 × 200

エッチング、アクアチント、ドライポイント

[jackrrabbit]

open season thirsts [3/?] /// Dabi x f!Reader (18+)

Request: my darling sara dm’d me this request for halloween-themed dabi creeping on poor innocent reader <3

@printhes ily for getting me to make a halloween playlist in fucking september. your mind unparalleled. this is just a drabble but i’ll consider continuing it for real halloween…

Tags/warnings: stalking, mentions of alcohol/drinking, drugging, angel costume ok ok

everything seems a little more spooky on halloween.

your mouth tastes like cranberry juice and white rum and bacardi breezers and you wonder if it stained your lips red. the halloween party you were at was fun, but you shouldn’t’ve had that fourth drink…and you shouldn’t’ve said you’d walk home alone. it’s cold. you didn’t bring a jacket because you thought it would ‘ruin the outfit’, or something—and hey, 5-hours-ago-you has a point. this year you decided you were going to be an angel for halloween, and you don’t own anything that fits over the wings.

still. damn it, why didn’t you bring something to change into? sure, you’re probably not the only pretty girl stumbling down the sidewalk in a too-short costume and too-high heels past midnight on october 31st, but the stretch of pavement you’re walking down is weirdly deserted. no fellow post-party walk-of-shamers, no random teens in ribcage t-shirts smoking in huddles, not even the perpetual annoying men who seem to think yelling about your tits as you pass by should be taken as a compliment.

you don’t know this area of the city well—you took the bus here, and by the time you left the party the buses weren’t running anymore. according to google maps your place is less than a mile away, but everything around here looks unfamiliar. chain link fences, brick walls, rows of iron grating covering closed storefronts. you pass a club you’ve never heard of and hear a snatch of the music pumping from inside—‘this is halloween’, the marilyn manson version. so stereotypical...the clubs have to stick to the theme, right? they played this song at your friend’s party too, and now it’s going to be stuck in your head for weeks.

but the music’s fading into the background now, and the only thing you can hear is the clickclickclick of your shoes against the concrete and the buzzing of the streetlights overhead. mist is hanging low and thick in the air, seeping through the thin satin of your slip and lifting cold sweat onto your skin. the dark feels darker than usual. you check your phone for the dozenth time since you started walking…

no signal.

that’s weird, isn’t it? the neighborhood you’re passing through has gotten steadily more residential than urban, but it’s not like you’re in the middle of nowhere. you stop dead, hold up your phone and turn in a tight circle, trying to coax out a few bars of data.

nothing. damn it. well, you know you have to keep walking in this direction for a while. hopefully if you go far enough, you’ll get somewhere you recognize. you take a step forward, making for the next orange halo from the streetlight at the end of the block.

god, it’s so quiet. shouldn’t there be—like, a dog barking or something? a couple yelling at each other, crappy teen music from a house party, some kids snickering to each other while they TP their principal’s house—something. it’s halloween, for fuck’s sake. it shouldn’t be this quiet. it’s making you imagine things…

…like another set of footsteps behind yours.

click. the heel of your strappy white pump hits the sidewalk. click. you take another step. thud.

you’re imagining things. you stop in your tracks again and twist around to look behind you. there’s no one there, just the blue-black expanse of sidewalk disappearing between the trees. you’re just imagining it.

you start humming. just to have something to listen to that isn’t your shoes and your own nervous breath. as predicted, that fucking song is stuck in your head, so you start murmuring the lyrics quietly.

“come with us and you will see—“

keep going. keep walking. the house next to you is decorated like a 9-year-old’s halloween fantasy—big inflatable jack-o-lanterns lit from the inside, plastic bats hung on strings over the stairs, cotton batting stretched out to look like cobwebs. there’s even a hunched-over witch mannequin sitting on the porch swing with an empty bowl in its hands, the kind of thing you’re sure would bust out a terrifying animatronic cackle if a kid got too close. the next house has foam gravestones sticking out of the yard. the next house has gigantic purple-striped stuffed spiders twined into the trees near the entrance, and the next house—

“—scream in the dead of night—“

the light overhead flickers.

someone’s behind you.

you heard it for sure this time. footsteps, not yours. and the sound of someone flicking a lighter on. you’re not sure why that knowledge makes you shiver—weren’t you wondering why the hell no one else was on this street just a few minutes ago?—but you pick up the pace, almost skipping in the direction of the next light down the block.

don’t look back, you think. maybe you’re still imagining it, maybe the atmosphere is getting to you and you’re nervous for no reason. keep singing. “—everybody’s—everybody’s waiting for the next surprise—“

someone laughs—low, a man, mocking—but don’t think about that. your heart is beating like crazy, fuck, you’re an idiot, who walks home alone on halloween while dressed like the sluttiest angel since lucifer? damn it—your little white slip is riding up on your thighs and you smooth it down with cold damp palms. you can’t run in these shoes, not really, but you want to. he’s probably just passing by. he probably thinks you’re an idiot for running away. you’re being really rude, it’s really—you’re panting—

you hit the circle of light and the rush of adrenaline from being able to see around you makes you pause, turn involuntarily behind you to look for him. but once again, there’s nothing there. maybe you really were dreaming it up. maybe you’re too tired or you’re drunk or maybe you’re losing it.

either way, it’s time to call a damn uber. no more walking in the dark in a nightdress and fluffy white wings. you shrug your phone back out of your purse to check if you have signal yet—one bar, but the map isn’t loading. it feels quiet again and you realized you must’ve stopped singing so you pick up where you left off while you twist around again seeking a better connection. “something’s coming…no, what is it? something’s waiting now to pounce and how you’ll—“

“scream?”

weight on your shoulders. you whip toward the yellow streetlight and he’s in front of it. he’s dressed up, you think dazedly, he’s dressed up for halloween—dark eyes dark hair all those piercings and his face—but then your brain catches up and you try, you try to scream, except a hand is folding something over your mouth and pinching your nose shut and he’s squeezing around the grip you have on your phone until the pain is unbearable and you have to drop it—

you hear it hit the ground. your phone. it probably cracked. but you can’t look, can’t check, can’t bend down. how are you supposed to? a man, a man has you, he has you. the cigarette hanging out of his mouth glows blue and then a cloud of bitter smoke hisses out into your eyes.

his face. god, that has to be a costume, it has to. you need to breathe but he’s holding a damp rag over your mouth like some movie villain but you need to breathe. you shove a fist into the hard muscle of his torso and nothing happens. could you kick him? your legs feel shaky.

you make a whimpering sound and the corner of his mouth curls up into a smile. “are you trying to fight?”

your lungs are screaming. you need oxygen, your head is starting to spin. air rushes into your lungs before you even realize you’ve taken a breath and it tastes wet and warm and sickly sweet. he adjusts his grip so he’s holding you more securely, ready to lift you up when you fall. feels warm against him. you’re already getting dizzy but you shake your head, push weakly against the dark fabric of his shirt.

“save your strength, angel,” he laughs softly. one of those horribly scarred hands cups the side of your face where you’re staring up at him and he pinches your cheek. “…you’re gonna need it.”

[inkykeiji]

@printhes look look look here he is!!!

this was him when he was a cute lil baby oh my god he’s so ugly now i am EMBARRASSED to even show him ugh 。ﾟ(ﾟﾉД｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

[ptewie]

All of you people arguing about your Persona 5 Ships are blatently ignoring Atlas’s established canon.

Shut the hell up about your shuake or your shumako or whatever the hell these shipnames are. This is the canoncial relationship established by Atlas:

we all know joker is canoncially married to the grind. p5 is a money printhing machine for atlas. I’m thinking we go with either ShuMoney or P5 ROYAL ARENA ULTIMAX STRIKERS DANCING STAR NIGHT for our ship name. Whichever flows better yknow? 

[lizisanamimal]

“Not ath the printh I wath born but the man I have become”

[dream-theory]

i heard u like feet and beef jerky for dick

@printhes one day you’re gonna send me another ask like this and i’m not gonna know it’s you and i’ll just block you and neither of us will ever know what happened >:o

[sinunamor]

more olympian shiz cos i kinda wanna just not draw clothes lolz.

and pinups.

francis being a hands on dad.

and da queen of the underworld 😤

and her thweet thpring printh:

[spaceforbrainz]

Printh of all thsaiyins and the artist formally known as the prince of all saiyans

[dream-theory]

@printhes

if y’all want to date anyone 5’4 an under i’m going to need you to recognize that there is effort involved. they need their outside time but you have to be willing to stand around with them too bc you never know what birds of prey are in the area and it is your responsibility as their partner to make sure they don’t get scooped up. like. that is the bare minimum. c’mon

[kosherkathy]

#printhe . . . #fridaythe13th #friday #weekend #nofilter #california #nowords #vegan #vegetarian