#weldered

[billfrancois]

Alright fine, have some more doodles of the welder from Pokémon

[pokemon-cards-hourly]

[alrauna]

Welder Wings (@welderwings)

[buggee22]

welder x welder is the best thing to come out of this season

[semisolidmind]

if you must know what's keeping from drawing fanart:

(one of my self assigned projects for this semester was to make a series of alternate reality magazine covers. i figured a slasher version of sp/orts illustrated would go over well, haha. made two versions cause i liked both poses too much)

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I got invited to a wedding, but I misread the invitation and showed up in full welding gear.

(I'm a welder IRL.)

[keryahoraculi]

By Welder Wings

[softgaycontent]

light sensitivity

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

Source: Gal Pal’s: Women’s Friendship And Association - Compiled by Susan Sharp

[billfrancois]

Twitter asked me to draw fanart of the welder from the Pokémon TCG so here ya go!

[pokemon-cards-hourly]

[alrauna]

Welder Wings (@welderwings)

[zegalba]

"The Crushes" by Welder Wings

[drrestlesshate]

Welder Wings

[bunnyreaper]

welder!ghost au

After taking so many welding lessons from Simon and developing a crush, you decide to make him a little something to show your appreciation.

(f!reader, simon is a fucking weirdo, jealousy)

As soon as you'd set your mind to the idea, it wouldn't leave you.

Just like everything to do with Simon, it's buried its way into your brain and taken up residence there, gnawing away until you decide to do something about it.

How you're going to do it is something different, though. There's no way in hell you could get away with making something secret in Simon's workshop, right under his nose like that. That man is far too observant to let something like that slip by, and the surprise is part of the fun.

You want to show him everything you've learned from him, every moment that you've hung off of his every word and listened to everything he has to say, every time you've watched him work and absorbed his expertise.

You settle on a bracelet, braided stainless steel, each step made by your loving hands. Hopefully, he'll wear it, and hopefully, you can guess his wrist size properly--fucking massive isn't exactly a precise measurement.

It should take too long, not with everything he's taught you, and you can be back to working in his shop again instead of the one across the city with the guys he doesn't like. You wouldn't go there under any other circumstances, were the situation not desperate. And when you get there, you understand Simon's judgement completely, not that you ever doubted it to begin with. The guys are creepy, and they stare, as well as make comments that are misogynistic, flirtatious, or an outrageous mix of both.

You're on high alert almost the entire time you work, but you try to push it out of your mind in favour of making everything perfect for Simon. Each weld, each sand, each polish, has to be perfect for him because anything else would be doing his tutelage a disservice. You've seen the disappointed looks he's given some members of the classes when his mask is flipped up, but you'd never been on the receiving end--always so eager to please and impress. That won't change now. You won't allow it.

You braid the steel wire with a drill and a vice, cut the pieces you need, sand the ends and get to work on welding them together. It's delicate work, and your mind only slightly drifts to some of your lessons where Simon had lurked behind you, the heat of his body so close to yours as you worked.

You finish the edges and bend the metal to the desired shape, trying to imagine Simon's wrists as you work--which is surprisingly easy considering how much you've stared at that sleeve of his.

The second you finish, you bolt out of that horrid workshop, off in search of a nice box and some wrapping to finish off the gift. You had a session with Simon the following Monday, and it's then you'll present it to him--if you're feeling brave enough.

Monday rolls round, and the workshop is empty when you arrive, save for Simon working away in the corner. You can tell by the way his posture stiffens that he knows someone has entered, even over the noise of his work, because he's always so perceptive.

The box is in your hand, and your palms are starting to sweat as you call out to him. "Hey Si."

He finishes up what he's doing and makes his way over, setting his welding mask down and revealing his handsome features. "Just us tonight." His comment seems fairly inconsequential, but honestly, you preferred it that way, getting to be the sole focus of his attention.

You nod in response, knowing you should just get the gift giving out of the way so you can both get to work, but your stomach twists with worry. What if he hates it? What if he never wears it?

"What's that?" He asks, eyes flickering down and clocking the box and the source of your troubles immediately.

You thrust it at him, almost as if the box burns to touch. "A gift, for you, it's silly really, but I just wanted to say thank you for everything..."

For the lessons, for his attention, for never treating you as lesser.

He rips off his gloves before he gets to work on the wrapping paper, and peels open the jewellery box to see the steel band inside.

"If you hate it, it's fine. It's just a little token of my appreciation." You rush out your words--damage control.

His dark eyes flicker between you and the bracelet, his expression unreadable before he pulls it from the box and places it around his tattooed wrist. The fit is perfect, but his reaction isn't as his expression sours. "Where did you make this?"

"Huh?" You startle, as that wasn't what you expected to come from his mouth at all.

His eyes narrow, and you swear he takes a step closer. "You didn't make this in my shop. Where did you make it?"

Oh fuck, you think, realising you have to admit to stepping foot in that other shop. You avert your gaze as a sheepish expression overtakes your features. "Uh, PK's shop, I wanted to surprise you so, I went there..."

His hand grips your chin, forcing you to look him right in those stormy eyes. "You wanna make something for me? You make it in my shop, yeah? My student, my shop."

The possessive words make you shiver, make you want to fall for your knees, and beg for forgiveness for the unknowing betrayal.

"Yeah, okay, of course... I mean I hated it there, I swear, they gave me the absolute creeps." You try to laugh away the swirling guilt and discomfort you feel. "Left as soon as I was done, and even gave them a 1 star review. But, I'll never go back, I promise."

Your eyes shine up at Simon's, waiting for him to relax.

"That's my girl." Finally, his touch releases and he steps away, grabbing his gloves. "Let me finish up what I'm working on real quick, yeah?"

"Of course." You nod quietly, watching as he walks away as your stomach starts to sink. At least he didn't take it off. "Do you... like it?"

He stops still, checking out where it sits on his wrist. His expression doesn't change, but you can hear the sincerity in his words. "Love it."

And a week or two later, when Simon asks you to come by the shop one night outside of your sessions, you're not entirely sure what to expect.

He explains he's trying something new, and needs your help, and doesn't explain anything further. But it's Simon, so of course you comply, of course you trust him.

It's only when he brings out a micro welder and a small length of gold chain that you realise what's happening. The intense look in his eyes before he gets to work leaves no room for argument, and you silently accept your fate as he permanently attaches that little bracelet to your wrist--a dainty little 'S' charm hanging from the middle.

[mothiepixie]

Okay, so my father was a welder (ironworker specifically)... so how would you gauge Blue's vision as of now? There's of course all the other long-term health hazards- and the fact that he's a Skeleton monster, but is there a difference?

Blue being a monster doesn't always have the same health hazards that affect humans. His eyes are not made of tissues, so UV or infrared light wouldn't burn in the same way it does a human.

The magic that makes up his eyelights may cause his eye lights to dim over time due to long exposure and he can still be blinded temporarily from flashes of light, but his eyelights would not suffer burns, just weaken. Blue's sight is okayish at the moment since he does take extra precautions; wearing the appropriate glasses with the right shade range per the type of work he's performing.

Fumes and gasses may not give him cancer or kill the type of monster he is, but it could affect the magic that makes up his body/bones. Long exposure could possibly cause damage to his bone mass and joints. His bones could even suffer or mimic a condition similar to skeletal fluorosis, a bone disease caused by long exposure of fluoride that weakens bones or even causes them to warp.

The biggest factor Blue will have to be more careful of in present time is burns, crushing fingers/limbs, or electrical shock.

Electrical shock is a huge hazard and can disrupt the stabilization of his magic; knocking him out cold similar to how a human would from being electrocuted. The heat can disrupt and strip the magic from his bones, retreating into his soul leaving his bones vulnerable to electrical burns and if not careful can cause fusion of his joints. Worst case scenario is that the area is burnt beyond saving and, depending how hot or deep, will dust away (like an amputation.)

Blue has suffered many injuries since he started welding, and even once electrocuted himself so bad that it landed him in the hospital. Scared the dickens outta Motti and Stretch.