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More Monsterpocalypse, now with construction site!

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Levels

I’ve ascended, reached the next level!

The mushroom has shriveled, almost discarded?

Arise fair mushroom, and howl at the moon.

Head in the air! Feet off the ground!

Don’t sink into the nothing..

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Monsterpocalypse Update

First attempt at an “exploding earth” base type.  Excited to have a hot glue gun in my tool belt now.  Never realized how cheap they are.   Or that you can have glow in the dark hot glue???

Added a church to this guy’s base.  It’s lore appropriate.

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Jack’s Pony

Regress to the baseline, and Abandon. Cats have 9, and he’s had 2. Stuff him back in, placenta and all.

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Hypochondriac

Can aloof marry inconsiderate? Will the kids be all right? All that’s left? IDK maybe? Maybe that’s just easy? Maybe that’s armor?

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Take me down

Floaties no Goggles

Waves ripples and distort the bottom, Search the bottom for lost toys. Land before time.

Dive in, and they say, "I'm a mermaid".. But I'm weird? But I am weird.

Goggles no Floaties

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Medulla Oblongata??

I am Jack’s Broken Heart. We are muzzling Tyson due to increased aggression.

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The Pretty Duckling

The pretty duckling is perched on marble column as it disappears from sight The ascent liberates feathers and familiar ground disappears, She glances down her bill of lading to yet more taxing expectations! And the "swan" accrues interest with every solitary swim.

Her pack of apostles howls with eager snouts and eager anticipation, They wrench and pull her - a dysmorphic five pointed abomination.   Merchants trade and collect her tasty portions till there is no quarter. A pound of feathers, but it weighs more and is way more than she is able to give.

His heart gazes for constellations, painting imaginary angles in the sky. A fowl warning that with every wax, the light will wain, He revs his hungry engine on darkest night - without map the ravine consumes his light. His lofty vision was hubris, making deposits and expecting reciprocal withdrawal.

One lie, They say comets come but once in a lifetime, But when cold rocks find like mind, they truly shine, His esteemed eye was too dull to see the signs. Scanning the sky for the grandiose, if only he read between the lines.

One Truth. They say friends like her come but once in a lifetime, but you can’t force a lifetime into a moment. Words are not actions, but his eye will train for fractions.

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Bros

Gather worms to feed cub Running, rinsing the same motions No meal found outside easy prey

Cold obligation from soured interest Running round the same motions Pin has fallen from jacket's nest

Still good friends, but matches don't strike on wet hearts Running, ragged the same motions We can do better, I'm quite sure

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The Problem with Angles

What is one to do with angles?

They are neither crevasse, nor valley, nor maw They are neither cave, nor chasm, nor den of sin

What to do with angles if can neither poke or prod?

You need to bend them back?  Return to the Plane? You kneed them with strong hands, frame with phalanges You assault them with knashing tongue, knibble, and knaw Leave no inch, no quarter

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Miniature Steps

On “Sprues”, you cut them off of here using clippers

Priming the miniatures with spray paint...sort of like primer for make-up, make it stick

Assembly of the base using corkboard.

Base “dry-brushed” and mud added.

Finished product.  I’ll take more pictures of the variou painting steps next time.

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THAT WAS HOT!

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Rachel

Giving it all away, Constantly accommodating, asking, everyone is included. Forgetting each other at times, a kick in the gut.

I still hear, Your biting wit, your clever vernacular, your infectious laugh, and cries of Jurassic predators. I still see, Your striking form, your Cheshire smile, your velvety weave, and the playful gait that made me fall. I still feel, Your unwavering faith and loyalty and the vigilant watch you keep over me and the pups. I still smell, The perfectly manicured center of soft, warmth, and girly. Coated with a candy shell of Boss Ass Bitch. I still taste, Your lips, your skin, and the perfectly crafted future we are piloting.

I love your takes, your support, your taste in dogs, and your wheel of fortune finesse. A farmer once said, "you're a keeper if there ever was one".

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1 month progress

So I’ve decided to go leaner in 2019.  I’ve always looked young, and so working out for bulking has always helped me look a little older.  Have also always been a sports/wrestling/comics fan, and a bulky look is the maxim with these interests. Going a different route in 2019, the year of the core! 1-1-19

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Icara, Green Eyes

The threshhold, no time, no space. We fly. Mouth hurts from talking, smiling, can't wait to share more. Together we raid the sky castle finding commonality, new shared interests, and something I lost along the way. Every honeymoon phase comes with a fall, what goes up must come down. She always turns the questions on their head, she denies the trope. She is Icara, my favorite heroine.

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ALIE:

Coming back to the 100 after a long hiatus, a couple disclaimers should anyone happen upon this: 1) I only have one source on how tumblr feels about this show, and I haven’t gone digging.  Feel free to enlighten me, but know that these are un-colored takes. 2) I love morally gray, anti-heroes, and villains.  I always root for the the bad guys (albeit not all) as they are  underdog for me. I stopped watching initially when ALIE became the primary antagonist (~3x8), and I think her character was a large part of why this happened.  Her island of light from the get go took me out of the dirty, dystopian world I had come to love. The trope of villainous omnipresence mixed with technology was presented in Bones (Pellant) and in Person of Interest (Samaritan), and these are great examples of how it can be done wrong and right respectively.  I assume that the 100′s viewer demographic IS younger, but would venture that even people that grew up with technology still see “hacking” and “chips” with broad Sci-Fi strokes. I believe the trope works better when you don’t apply a face to the Machine. ALIE/Pellant make the viewer feel somewhat inferior as they become omnipotent tech (OT) with a human face for the AI?  Whereas Samaritan always has the faces of fallible humans carrying out the whims.  Giving it that body, that presence disconnects the viewer...”Why care, the OT is going to win, and only plot armor can stop it??” ALSO, as someone that sympathizes with the bad guy, I find it very difficult to have any empathy for this character trope.  Thanos (to most) and the Governor (TWD, to less) at least have their fans.  This OT Trope provides so little, as I don’t often find myself thinking, “Man, I sure wish I was an AI that enslaved humanity.” That being said, I am enjoying that I picked the show back up, and a throwaway line from the Rig base  made me research that people actually use Lamprey Traps?

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In miniatures painting each color is its own challenge.

With my current project working on learning purple better.

The following is work in progress for a kaiju game called monsterpocalyse in which large monsters destroy the city.