#project H

[daisyvramien]

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

📜 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬:

📁 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝 "𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞" 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫: 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟕 𝐂𝐥𝐚����𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫: 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟. 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐌𝐅 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.

📁 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨" 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫: 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟖 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫: 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦-𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥-𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

📁 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 "𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐡" 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫: 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟔 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬. 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐎𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞.

📁 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞 "𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥" 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫: 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫: 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐌𝐅 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥. 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦.

📁 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 "𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐞" 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫: 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟔 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫: 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.

📁 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐞𝐥 "𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐞" 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫: 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟓 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫: 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

-Project H- S.P.I.R.E. Students Log.

[caranox]

Flash Fiction Friday Prompt #184: Set the Stage @flashfictionfridayofficial

Final Performance

Dark streaks cut through the fingertips of Grey's near-black gloves from every blade of grass he ripped from the ground. Much like the flowers planted in patterns throughout the enclosed courtyard, its scent was sickeningly sweet.

Overwhelming.

Just like everything else he'd encountered in this lush prison while he and the others like him awaited their fate. Ironically, he hadn't slept the first night because the bed felt too soft and the room too quiet because he'd grown used to hard or thin mattresses and mutters fluttering in through windowpanes. He'd clawed at his dress shirt's fitted collar and cuffs over the past week as he savored the memory of the loose-fitting, ratting jacket and long-sleeved tee the wardens dumped in the trash shortly after he'd stepped foot inside this purgatory.

The lavishness of it all felt so utterly wasted, which is why he protested by sitting in the freshly cut garden with guards frowning at their posts by all the exits. None of them came over and hauled him to his feet, though. After all, could they really deny him this insignificant act?

So he sat, stretching out while he watched two other men sort through the weaponry rack under the small overhang on the chalk-outlined arena for a match. He strained to listen in on their hushed conversation, his stomach knotting at the tired glance one gave the other.

Grey knew that look. He knew it all too well from the past few weeks of running from this very place, practically hand-in-hand with him until they finally reached a dead-end. That was when he'd seen the hopelessness in his eyes, like the last of the sand trickled out of their hourglass.

Resignation laced with a pinch of optimism.

"What's the point?"

Grey stiffened, his head jerking to take in the scowling young woman standing next to him. The gold buttons of her double-breasted blazer glinted in the sun, but her features darkened as she crouched down next to him.

"It's a waste of time to practice," she grumbled.

"What makes you say that?" Grey asked, hating how quiet he sounded in comparison to her sharp words.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Think of us like actors waiting on the debut night of a play."

Grey cut her a quizzical look, but her solemn gaze was still set on the practice sword fight.

"Because once the fair folk set the stage, we die. The end."

[3garcons]

Project H and Levi and Lucia at NY State Museum Feb 2024

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[frenchcarssince1946]

1968 Renault Project H

My tumblr-blogs: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/germancarssince1946 & https://www.tumblr.com/blog/frenchcarssince1946 & https://www.tumblr.com/blog/englishcarssince1946

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"You don't understand!"

[krasytoonz]

Advertising at the Wrong Time there, Howdyadoo!

[dailyhenryk]

stop being so annoying (day 320)

[daisyvramien]

[egophiliac]

I hope someone hasn’t asked but what did you use to rig the deformed Maleanor? It looks so cool!!

thank you! :D :D :D I drew her in Photoshop (there's an overly-long speedrun video here) and rigged her in Spine Professional! her rig is...very messy...but it works for a silly little fanproject where nobody needs to know how many bones I kept shoving in to try and force her cape to stop breaking. :')

it was easier to just export images directly from Spine, so all the backgrounds and credit text are in there too as separate skeletons! who needs compositing when you can just throw everything into one project and let it simmer. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

(I figured I should probably have a tag for this stuff by this point, so I've added #spineposting to posts of/about my Twst chibis and Spine!) (once again I am reminded that I really need to go back and fix poor Che'nya for a third time...)

[t00thpasteface]

FIGHT LIKE A DOVE!

[saphirdevil]

what could have happened </3

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[nebularyo]

Sanae UM ending 2