#braincan

[wolfpits]

Sometimes the mistakes made are more beautiful then the things accomplished. #mistakes #resin #resintoys #braincan #braincanoriginal

[wolfpits]

Really upset about another artist who ripped of my brain can and is showing it of at #toyconuk2017 it took me over year of planning sculpting and molding everything by hand. #theorginal #braincan #resin #resintoys #handmade #sculpted

[dreamlogic]

some darkity dark furiosa thoughts cause i’m emotional about my girl what’s new

if she and the wives had reached a point of no return, either recaptured by the immortan, stranded with no food or water in the salt flats, or some other grim fate, furiosa would be the one to handle mercy killings.

she loves these women, they’ve been through hell together, but she of all people would understand that when they said “we’re not going back,” they meant it, one way or another. she must’ve been so close to giving up so many times in her life, and for herself, has passed that point and made herself keep on living till she simply can’t anymore. but she would also understand that choosing survival in the wasteland means choosing pain of a kind that never really goes away. she would be able to accept if any of the wives didn’t want that pain for themselves, couldn’t bear returning to the citadel or wasting away slowly till the bitter end. if they asked it of her, she would be able to end them without hesitation, but with kindness and compassion: quickly and painlessly.

i think she knew that there was no hope for them and the vuvalini when they set out into the salt flats, but she also knew that slow death by dehydration out there, with each other, was the only real option they had when the alternative was to turn around and give themselves back to their captors. she was fully prepared for the consequences of that decision: watching her loved ones drop one by one to the elements, fading into the sand, struggling on day after day through the pointlessness of it all, but still together. she was prepared to be the last one standing, and to keep walking till she was nothing but a ghost like max, more mirage than person-- her home, ashes and mud; her family, scattered and dead. if redemption wasn’t the green place like she thought it would be: lush love, healing and forgiveness for all! then she’d settle for a redemption that simply meant that the women she rescued could die of their own free will, not as slaves.

[wolfpits]

Some Custom painted Brain Can’s i will have some blanks available soon for people to pick up and customize 

[wolfpits]

From sculpt o final product. Introducing Brain Can!

[dreamlogic]

the splendid angharad is a fem trans boy and i’m sticking to my guns on this like baby bump and lush supermodel features and all he does not give a shit about what u think a guy should look like but he will Fight you if you say anything about his siblings and their genders.

[dreamlogic]

my favorite clone wars ship is clone troopers/creative expression:

clones singing!! clones singing. and just generally having a knack for music. turning old shell casings and bent forks into musical instruments, humming to themselves on long watch shifts. making up silly doggerels about each other and the jedi and sharing them to show affection or as gifts on special occasions.

really artistic clones who spend all their free time touching up the gunships’ nose art and designing elaborate tattoos for their friends who maybe aren’t as handy with a needle.

tattoos! haircuts! armor painting! scarification & other body mods!! anything to reinforce individuality. memorial tattoos, units with matching tattoos, clone barbers who can work miracles with nothing but an old knife. clones drastically changing their looks as a prank.

this is a whole ‘nother ball of yarn but gender variant clones. i personally prescribe to the “most clones are agender” headcanon, but what about the ones who feel more strongly about gender than their brothers? who don’t, but choose to gender themselves anyways as an act of expression?

clones who keep detailed journals and make up stories about the different planets they’re stationed on, asking the locals for help to draw on their culture for details. clone poets who keep their words tucked close to their hearts under their armor. historians who go through the rank recording their brothers’ stories, because no one else in the galaxy seems to care what they’ve got to say.

clone fashion! would be so! on! point! if they had access to civilian clothes they would probably come up with some revolutionary #looks.

improv theatre and stunt work elevated to an art form. seriously, i would kill to see what the clones would do if they got a hold of vine. hundreds of thousands of exact body doubles of yourself? highly specialized training? never a dull moment? they’d churn out some seriously impressive comedic gold.

basically i am very proud of my talented artistic sons, and of all the brilliant ways they come up with to bring creativity and fun and beauty for beauty’s sake into the otherwise bleak reality of the war.

[dreamlogic]

here's my star war headcanon. in the pivotal moment when anakin skywalker dies and darth vader is born, and the life support mask is lowered onto his face that will keep him alive until luke removes it decades later, one of the medical droids failed to notice a single grain of sand on the inside of the mask-- a grain of course, rough, irritating sand that will be stuck rattling around in there till the day he dies.