#row spacers

[sw5w]

Back Alleys of Mos Espa

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:55:02

#Star Wars #Episode I #The Phantom Menace #Tatooine #Mos Espa #coolth inflow pipe #unidentified spacer #Slave Quarters Row #Rum Sleg #unidentified Mos Espa denizen #unidentified blaster pistol #repulsor-operated door #Tatooine architecture #twin suns #sandstorm

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#pallet support walnuts #Rack Push Back Walnuts #Row Spacer Walnuts #Warehouse Pallet Racking System Fontana #Pallet Racking Installation Los Angeles #Commercial Pallet Racks Fontana

[foxglove-press]

New year, new book! I had front row seats to @banyanas' Day One Dark since it still went by its working title of 'Chasing Daybreak.' This one has been a work in progress for a while: I actually finished the text formatting last year, and then spent a few months figuring out the best way to incorporate some of the extra touches like the full color illustrated spread -- and now that the author copy has safely made it home, I'm finally ready to gush about it!

This is definitely a longer work, capping out at 200 pages exactly, but based on experience it wasn't long enough to warrant another attempt at a rounded back, so I kept with the flat back format. Given the subject matter, I aimed for a volcanic motif with the case and endpapers: the black bookcloth and cover papers with the partly-cooled magma look combined really well with the brighter magmatic colors of the flyleaves.

Overall I'm so happy with how this turned out, especially given the long hiatus from crafting. I'm so happy with how this one turned out, and I'm delighted that the author now has a copy to hold in their hands! ❤

Text Block

Title: Just in the Firestorm ("Day One") and Bomber Escort Condensed ("Dark")

Chapter Headings: Square Metal-7 (Timeline), Bomber Escort Condensed (main titles), Cursed Timer ULiL (date headers)

Body Font: Things Digital (Timeline) and Garamond (main story)

Front Matter and Appendix: Garamond

Center Ornaments: Modified from generic text decorations

Sewing: Burgundy Irish Linen

Case

Cover Papers: French P Marbled Papers (#928)

End Papers: Thai Marble Momi (Firestorm)

Book Cloth: Jet Black Starched Linen Bookcloth

Headband: Solid Black Cotton

Bookmark: Handmade embroidery floss tassel with rose gold dragon head spacer and 8mm red howlite turquoise beads

#fanbinding #ficbinding #promare #super happy with how this one came out #i tried a few experiments with the illustration spread #i wanted a heavier and crisper white paper #compared to the off-white of the text pages #i actually really like the spacing effect it gives #because the moment is so intense #it took some doing to get it at the center of a signature #but it was absolutely worth it

[egypt-museum]

Relief from the Tomb of Kemsit

Middle Kingdom, 11th Dynasty, ca. 2055-2004 BC. Painted limestone. Now in the British Museum. EA1450

Kemsit sits on a wide, low-backed chair holding a vase of scented ointment to her nose. In front of her was the smaller figure of a male servant, of which only his hand remains, holding a small cup that is receiving the stream of liquid he was pouring into it with his other hand.

This servant was obviously facing leftward, and since the inscription in front of him has its signs also facing left, we can be sure that the inscription belongs to the servant. Kemsit has short, curly hair. Her necklace is a broad collar with many strands and an outer row of drop-shaped pendants, and she wears cuff-shaped bracelets made of many strands of tiny beads held in place by a spacer bead.

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#ancient egypt #relief #11th dynasty #middle kingdom

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 299, 16 janvier 1892, Paris. No. 2. — Bordure en dentelle irlandaise. Bibliothèque nationale de France

No. 2. — Bordure en dentelle irlandaise. Dans cette bordure commence une série de points de dentelle que l'on trouve souvent dans les vieilles dentelles vénitiennes; on peut donc les nommer à juste titre points de dentelle irlandaise. Dans ces fonds, l'assemblage et la superposition des rangs de points produisent des jours assez transparents. On remarquera, dans ce travail, des entre-deux à cônes que l'on execute avec des points russes très écartés et des entre-deux à roues que l'on fixe au milieu de l'un des petits côtés de l'entre-deux en le lançant par dessus le vide.

No. 2. — Irish lace border. In this border begins a series of lace stitches often found in old Venetian lace; we can therefore rightly call them Irish lace stitches. In these backgrounds, the assembly and superposition of the rows of points produce fairly transparent days. We will notice, in this work, cone-shaped spacers which are made with widely spaced Russian points and wheeled spacers which are fixed in the middle of one of the short sides of the spacer. two by throwing it over the void.

#La Mode nationale #19th century #1890s #1892 #on this day #January 16 #periodical #fashion #pattern #description #bibliothèque nationale de france #dress #lace

[daisychainsandbowties]

sneak peek - warrior nun Alien(1979) au

cw. mild sexual content

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Beatrice rubs fretfully at the smudge, leaning against the spillage of wires from the console on the far side of the room. She has the helmet of Ava’s suit cradled in the crook of one elbow, visor flush with her forearm, and Ava is trying not to laugh or to sob, because she knows that Beatrice is holding it hostage from her.

‘You could refuse,’ Beatrice suggests, rocking from side to side in the small space. ‘Tell him this isn’t your job.’ She’s taking deep, controlled breaths, like at any moment it all might descend into hyperventilation, into screaming or crying or any number of inadmissible actions.

Beatrice frowns. More than that, really, but the expression is beyond Ava’s vocabulary.

‘This was a mistake from the beginning! Sending them out into a dust storm to investigate… what? Some snatch of signal we picked up half a million clicks from anything remotely civilised? You didn’t sign up for this! I-’

‘Bea.’ Ava speaks very softly, but she dips some steel into it. Just a trace, just a slight downturn of the many, many vowels in Beatrice’s name, but it’s enough to make her look up from where her thumb is worrying the hard plastic coating on the helmet.

‘What?’ She sounds aggrieved, and maybe she’s right to be. Their shuttle is sitting, damaged, on a hostile planet, rocks pinging against the hull at 17m/s when the winds are at their highest.

Ava sighs, stands up, the joints in her suit protesting because, like everything on the Nostromo, it’s a piece of crap. She moves over to Beatrice, only glancing once at the cameras lodged in the far corner of the room.

She knows that they offer a sweeping perspective on the bench and the wall behind, where rows of EVA suits are slotted into their cases, helmets sitting on top.

They don’t reach into the alcove where Beatrice has slotted herself. Ava knows the cameras, all the hidden places - and she knows that for now, at least, Beatrice is invisible.

She’s dressed in her navy overalls, unbuttoned down to the waist with a grease-stained shirt underneath and another, skin-tight tank top as a base layer.

Beatrice is always complaining about the cold, even when she’s down in the maintenance levels, where thermal engines work to keep their cargo above freezing.

Her hands are always heat-seeking; forever slipping up underneath the hem of Ava’s hoodie when she comes down to drink Bea’s terrible coffee and complain about Duretti and Vincent and the whole goddamn motley crew.

Ava has spent months in transit convincing herself that Beatrice is just a touchy person, that there’s nothing to it beyond her perfect strangeness. Engineers are always a little odd, and Beatrice, with her grease-dark fingers and her habit of sticking a pencil behind her ear, is no exception. She shivers, now, even as Ava approaches, fingers tightening on the crown of the EVA suit’s helmet as though afraid that Ava will simply snatch it away from her.

‘Listen,’ Ava pleads, and Beatrice makes a low noise in her throat. It’s the same sound she makes when she falls asleep in the middle of a holo and twists on the sofa beside Ava, plagued perpetually by bad dreams. It almost steals the rest of what Ava has to say, but she perseveres.

‘I know your contract is, like, basically built around the phrase ‘please hold this piece-of-shit ship together,’ but the rest of us aren’t so… well, lucky.’

Beatrice flinches – she has a habit doing of that; reacting violently to simple speech. ‘I’m not-‘ she starts, but her voice strangles back into silence. She looks down at the helmet, frowning. Doesn’t finish her sentence.

‘I’m just a spacer, Bea.’ Ava tries to make her voice light, but it’s like argon, pressing all the air out of the room. ‘We don’t get to choose what they put in our contract; we get half-shares and we say please and thank you and if by some miracle we make it back home, there’s always another contract waiting. That’s just the way it is.’

People like Beatrice don’t understand.

She’s gifted, and gentle, and to the ship she is sacred. Living down in the belly of the Nostromo with her noise-cancelling headphones and the tang of engine grease and the ceaseless roar of the ship’s heart beating through a maze of narrow ductways and pipes and cargo holds.

Ava’s a spacer, and her whole job is to get spaced. To climb into a cheap EVA suit and go out there, in the emptiness that you can’t imagine until it’s holding you. People like her are just labour, dispatched in droves to go mining in the quick of asteroid fields, to break shipwrecks or plug mineral samples out of lonely planetoids.

She was coming off a two-day bender when she signed this contract, words swimming on the page even more than usual. Fucking with her and she thought fuck it, what could they ask me to do that’s worse than my actual job?

Then the signal, Lilith leaning over her console, rangy and intent and making Ava hungry where she stood, watching with a half-eaten bowl of cereal balanced in her hand. She half-expected Lilith to report yet another shipwreck and start gunning for it, setting the ship on autopilot so that Ava could stroll over and touch her arm or her neck.

She was half-convinced that she’d get to leave her bowl unfinished, mag-locked to the table with the spoon tipping around as the ship changed course.

Lilith leaned towards her console and Ava was already thinking of her naked and familiar, fussing with the strap while Ava lay looking at her. A year should have made her boring – the long lean length of her, the latent strength in her arms and her shoulders and her hips – but Ava was anything but bored.

Trying not to let that frighten her.

But it never happened. Lilith didn’t tap coordinates into her nav-computer. She didn’t click her comm button and tell Duretti that she’d spotted another Class-C ship shattered out in deeper space. Instead, she picked up her headphones – the ones Ava had sneakily festooned in stickers of old soda brands; Pepsi Cola by her left ear and Coke sitting close to the plane of her occipital bone. With her maddening fingers she plugged the jack into her console and sat hunched in her seat, listening.

Then, low, she said, ‘Fuck,’ and whipped up out of her seat. Vanishing, and silent, and very much herself.

Ava left her cereal on the table anyway, standing abject and listening to the treads of Lilith’s boots tapping towards the upper decks. An hour later Duretti sent out a call for all the “EVA-specialists” to gather in the briefing room. Ava shuffled over to where Lilith stood against one wall, tapping a whiteboard marker against her thigh. She reached out, brushed her fingers, and Lilith wasn’t one to flinch but she did stiffen.

‘What the fuck is going on?’ Ava hissed, but it was too late.

Duretti stood and gestured to Lilith, who sighed and tore the cap off her marker. She sketched a rough map of the system as a serious of dots and ellipses and relative distances, wearing her officer’s jacket which was worn at the elbows from the way that Lilith sat with her arms propped on her desk. The half-rainbow patch of the USSCS NOSTROMO stood out starkly on her shoulder, stitched on by Ava, inexpertly.

It was lopsided, but everyone was looking at the map and the dot that Lilith drew a little larger than the rest, muttering that it wasn’t to scale, obviously, but you get the idea. It’s more of a rock than a planet. Some atmosphere, but only enough to make landing the shuttle a nightmare.

Michael raised his hand. ‘And, uh, respectfully Captain,’ he nodded to Duretti. ‘Why do we give a damn?’

‘Because,’ Duretti said repressively, ‘We just picked up a signal on the ground. An SOS.’

#casper writes #in my defense it was on tv last night i was helpless #nostromo au #i'm hoping this'll be Relatively Short but i'm gonna finish writing it before i post for once #ava x lilith x beatrice #trying. to be normal. but lads i picked the universe with acid blood #vibes-based blood and gore basically #warrior nun #my fic

[nowandthane]

Mass Effect Trilogy Tag

tagged by @menacingmetal thank you!!!! <3

tagging @grim-starling @stormikins @vakariansvixen @westernlarch @illusivesoul @drelldreams @xoshepard (i know you already got tagged but tag me in yours too if u do it i wanna see it xD) <3 and anyone else who wants to do this!!

I am a fan since: I first played in September 2022 and it's consumed my life since! I had the OT since like 2018/19??? but i couldnt play because it gave me motion sickness kjdfhgkdf then I got MELE free cause amazon was doing a thing and by that point i had friends who taught me to mod the game and i can play with relatively few issues now :3

Favourite game of the series?: oooh idk i love them all and i played them first time all in a row so theyre kind of like one game to me... probably me2?

MShep or FShep?: femshep. ive yet to complete a game with anyone other than femshep. well, anyone other than sarani specifically lmao but hopefully that'll change xD

Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer?: earthborn!! (sarani again xD)

Biotics or Tech: tech (again... sarani. she is not a biotic)

Paragon or Renegade: paragon choices, renegade dialogue xD

Favourite Class: infiltrator!! ive never played a class other than infiltrator (yes, you guessed it, sarani :3) but im trying out vanguard like anytime now so we'll see?

Favourite Companion:

Least favourite Companion:

you could put a gun to my head and i still wont answer those two i will not choose

My squad selection: i dont really have a main i think? it depends on who's narratively appropriate for the mission, then on who will help me most with their build. i try to make sure everyone has equal time cause i wanna see them all....

Favourite In-game romance: well it's def thane if youve known me a while youd know i used his name for like over a year while i was figuring out my gender stuff xD also garrus and tali ofc <3 but tbh they're all good!! with the exception of jacob cause bioware did him so dirty ugh

Other pairings I like: joker/edi, miranda/ashley, miranda/jack are some of my faves but tbh this world is my playground i WILL mix and match them xD

Favourite NPC: jenkins nihlus and aethyta, i kind of really want her to [liara shoots and kills me]

Favourite Antagonist: Saren for sure i need him to choke me

Favourite Mission: Priority: Tuchanka probably... i love mordin so much and his arc... beautiful

Favourite Loyalty Mission: Tali!!!

Favourite DLC: arrival. ok no lmao. omega probably!

Control, Synthesis or Destroy: destroy i guess but only because i pretend the geth and edi dont die lmao.

Favourite Weapon: black widow!!!!!

Favourite Place: Rannoch

A quote I like: Tali's 'The difference was you.' and 'I got better. I got you.' (very romance specific i know i love her okay) garrus's 'gray... i dont know what to do with gray.' legion's 'do these units have a soul?' kolyat saying 'the prayer was for you' when wrex says shepard is a sister to him

im gonna go cry now

#thank you for tagging me metal <3 #i am your pookie #tag games #mass effect

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[depizan]

I should've been in bed over an hour ago, but I am dumb. Please enjoy (or "enjoy") another installment of Kyrian's career somehow going even worse in ficverse than in game.

Watcher X Escapes

Kyrian slowed the speeder to a stop outside the row of docking bays and shut off its engine and repulsor field. Not that either could have been heard over the heavy equipment loading the large freighter in the first bay.

It was a cargo port. Not one of Nar Shaddaa’s finest and not one of its grimiest. Some of the cargo being loaded might even have been legal in the civilized parts of the galaxy. Regular passenger services ran from Mezenti and Ducalon Spaceports, as did more reputable charter services. There were no fellow passengers here to get lost among, no crowds for Watcher X to disappear into, just a scattering of droids and dockworkers and a few guards in mismatched body armor.

Yet Watcher Two had been certain this was the port her long disgraced former colleague had chosen. Docking bay Isk-7, a short-range cargo shuttle bound for Hutta. How he’d contacted the pilot was just as much a mystery as how he’d disabled the cranial bomb that should have prevented his escape. He’d had access to far more than a prisoner should have, even one in so loose a prison as Shadow Town.

Watcher X—just X now that he was only an escaped prisoner?—wouldn’t quietly return to his quarters, no matter what Kyrian promised. He’d only aided the mission under threat of punishment from his conditioning; what loyalty he’d had to the Empire had ended with his imprisonment. He’d all but said as much.

Kaliyo glared at the guards as they passed, daring them to raise a weapon or object. They ignored her, focused only on the docking bay they protected.

No one spared them more than a quick appraisal as they made their way to Isk-7. With Kaliyo’s well-used armor and his dark clothing, they looked like they belonged. Just another ship captain or businessman and his bodyguard. That he was only armed with a blaster pistol at present simply added to that impression.

Infiltrating VerveGen had necessitated leaving his rifle and armorweave coat behind. There’d been no time afterward to retrieve them from Shadow Town. Not if they wanted any chance of stopping X’s flight.

Watcher Two certainly wanted them to. And Kaliyo was angry he’d used them.

Kyrian could see a corner of the blocky shuttle through the docking bay’s open doorway. It was the second time that day he’d been faced with a mission that had no hope of a peaceful resolution. VerveGen had been a mission to stop terrorists, a situation in which there’d truly been no other option, involving people who thought nothing of dooming others to a hideous death. Watcher X…

Kaliyo nudged him, none too gently. “C’mon, Agent. He’s getting away.”

Kyrian drew the blaster pistol and cautiously stepped through the doorway. If X had already boarded the ship, there would be little they could do.

The former watcher stood by one of the shuttle’s landing struts. He’d taken the time to clean up and change into sturdy spacer’s clothes. He looked ordinary, relaxed; even the cybernetics at his left ear and eyebrow wouldn’t have kept him from blending into any crowd.

He looked up almost as if he’d been expecting them.

“Scan your target,” he said, as coolly as ever. “Check him for weapons—held, concealed, improvised.” There was a holdout blaster clipped to his belt and something small in his left hand. “Now scan the rest of the area. Does he have allies? Are they hiding?”

Kyrian resisted the urge to look away from the man, to follow his direction and scan the docking bay for hiding places, for the shuttle’s pilot, for hired mercenaries. The bay had been empty save for the ship and X when he’d entered it. It was still empty.

“Are you outmatched without realizing?”

“Shut up,” Kaliyo snapped. “You’re just fucking with us.”

“I’m disappointed, Cipher.” X continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “I offered you information that could have given you power over your masters.”

“Don’t even.”

“Your help was invaluable,” Kyrian said. “Perhaps something could be arranged.”

“Oh, Cipher, you know that isn’t possible.” He looked thoughtful. “I misjudged you. I offered you power, information most Ciphers would leap at. I should have offered you freedom.”

“Shut up!” Kaliyo repeated. “Drop your weapons, don’t try anything funny, and maybe we don’t shoot you.”

“Yes.” X nodded slightly. “You balked at our methods, shied away from the hard necessities of your work, offered soft, inefficient solutions. I should have realized you’re too young, too naïve to be an actual Cipher agent. You’re in over your head.”

“You’re stalling,” Kyrian said. “You know you can’t escape. Let me find another solution.”

X chuckled. “Even now, you hesitate. Would you like a way out? A traitor’s end is far less pleasant than my own was meant to be.”

“I’m loyal to the Empire.”

“Are you?”

“Just shoot him!” Kaliyo raised her blaster.

“You should have taken my offer.” His left hand moved.

White agony blazed up Kyrian’s spine. He didn’t hear his blaster clatter to the docking bay floor or feel the ground slam into him as he collapsed. There was nothing but all-consuming pain. Then cold darkness swallowed him.

.

Blurry shapes bent over him. Indistinct voices muttered. The world tilted, slipped sideways, and vanished.

.

When he finally came to, it was to the familiar antiseptic smell of an infirmary. He felt drained, his muscles rubbery, and there was a foul taste in his mouth. The pain had faded to a dull ache along his spine.

“I kinda thought you were dead,” Kaliyo said.

“You’re lucky you’re not.” The doctor was middle aged, her steely gray hair cropped short. She shook her head. “Those implants could just as easily have killed you.”

Kyrian sat up stiffly, the thin sheet pooling around his hips.

“Careful.” The doctor put a steadying hand on his shoulder. “You’d be in a kolto tank if I had any free.”

“Thank you.” He could think of nothing else to say.

The room was small, the walls Imperial gray, the overhead light just a little too bright. A monitor beside the bed helpfully displayed his vitals. Kaliyo slouched against the far wall, her arms folded.

“You look like shit, Agent.”

“I’ve had better days.”

“I know you Intelligence folks don’t listen to the rest of us, but don’t stick experimental tech in your spine in the future.” The doctor set a clear jar on the table next to the bed. The implants lay at the bottom, fine strands of wire curling out of them like the legs of dead insects.

Kyrian swallowed, suddenly queasy.

“Rest,” the doctor ordered. “Eat something when you’re able to. Keep kolto patches on those incisions until they’re healed and there shouldn’t be any scarring. You’ll be fully recovered in a day or two, if you manage not to do anything else foolish.”

Kaliyo snorted.

“I should have time to rest.”

“That wasn’t a suggestion,” the doctor said. “You’re not cleared for duty until you’ve fully healed. I’ll explain it to your superiors if I have to.”

He nodded. “I understand.”

“Good.” She tossed a comm to him. “You’re to check in now that you’re awake.” The door closed behind her.

Kaliyo pushed off from the wall. “Bastard got away. You probably figured that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You gotta get smarter, Agent. That freak was right about one thing: you’re too soft. It’s gonna get you killed.”

Kyrian turned the comm in his hands. “I don’t think that’s what Watcher X intended.”

“Naw, he thought it’d be more fun to leave you screaming on a docking bay floor. People aren’t like you think, Agent.”

“I know.” He switched on the comm.

#i write #kyrian nessar #Watcher X is supposed to be smart #and dangerous #and in ficverse unfortunately he is #kyrian is not particularly enjoying his job in this fic #long post

[quaddmgd]

Welcome to my shamblr!

Name's Heather! I mostly post about video games, but I tend to talk about anything whenever I feel like it.

I set some tags to make my stuff more readable and they are visible on my website, but I figured a pinned post might help some souls on mobile.

text.qd - mostly text posts about anything. edit.qd - sometimes I do some photo editing in GIMP, video editing in Kdenlive etc. screen.qd - screenshots. I enjoy snapping pics in video games, and as long as there is some artistic intent to them, if that makes sense, they'll be under this tag. anim.qd - very rarely used, screen.qd but gifs. ask.qd - me answering questions tag.qd - tag games

I enjoy old fps games - Quake, Half-Life and stuff from around that era - and the Legacy of Kain franchise is near and dear to my heart. I spend a lot of time playing these, but I barely talk about them here.

Currently I'm on Cyberpunk 2077 and Signalis brainrot so most of my original posts, as well as reblogs, are from these games. I do reblog some Metal Gear and Half-Life stuff, though, and occasionally you can spot me posting some of my own Half-Life sets made in gmod.

Terms of service:

- this blog is strictly 18+ - minors DNI - sometimes I post/reblog nsfw content - viewer discretion is advised - do not edit/repost my stuff/use my OCs without my blessing

My OCs:

Cyberpunk 2077

Crystal Hartley - she/her | lesbian | ex-nomad | merc

Thalia Sullivan - she/her | aro/ace | ex-nomad | netrunner

EV - she/her | pansexual | streetkid | merc

Red Dead Online

Evie - she/her | bisexual | outlaw | bounty hunter

Metal Gear

Crimson - she/her | trans aro/ace | MSF/Diamond Dog | Big Boss's follower

Signalis

Amsel - she/her | lesbian | IT Technician Replika | neural pattern of a deceased hacktivist

Need for Speed

Liv - she/they | trans lesbian | mechanic | street racer

Mass Effect

Claire Shepard - she/her | cringe hopeless romantic | spacer | war hero | infiltrator

Saints Row

Gwen - she/her | trans lesbian | the BAMF

#pinned post #text.qd

[forceyourway]

KEMETIC DEVOTIONAL NECKLACES https://www.etsy.com/shop/tjemsypresents Help support a multiply-neurodivergent creator with chronic pain during COVID-related loss of work! All necklaces pictured above are still available, with many more to choose from in my shop, featuring deities like - Bast (Bastet) - Heru-Wer (Horus the Elder) - Hethert (Hathor, Hetheru) - Nefertem - Nit (Neith) - Sekhmet (Sachmis)  - Set (Seth, Sutekh, Setesh)

**Commissions also available** 

first row:

EGYPTIAN GODDESS NUT (NUIT) DEVOTIONAL NECKLACE black agate, gold hematite, and lapis lazuli with silver-colored metal spacer beads, and a silver & sapphire (lab-created) heart/butterfly pendant

second row, left to right:

EGYPTIAN GODDESS TEFNUT DEVOTIONAL NECKLACE black agate, rainbow fluorite, opalite, and angelite, with silver-colored metal spacer beads, and a silver, owyhee opal, & blue topaz eye-shaped pendant

EGYPTIAN GODDESS SERQET (SELKET, SERKET, SELKIS) DEVOTIONAL NECKLACE black agate, gold hematite, and red jasper with a silver & red snakeskin jasper “scorpion” pendant

EGYPTIAN GOD WESIR (OSIRIS, AUSAR) DEVOTIONAL NECKLACE  black agate, green aventurine, and green moss agate, with silver-colored metal spacer beads, and a silver, green tourmaline, & jade tree-shaped pendant

third row:

EGYPTIAN GODDESS NEBTHET (NEPHTHYS) & EGYPTIAN GOD YINEPU (ANUBIS, ANPU) DEVOTIONAL NECKLACE  black agate, rose quartz, amethyst, howlite, and snowflake obsidian, with a silver & onyx pendant

EGYPTIAN GODS YINEPU (ANUBIS, ANPU) & WEPWAWET (UPUAT) DEVOTIONAL NECKLACE   black agate, snowflake obsidian, and blue spot jasper with silver-colored metal spacer beads, and a silver & silver sheen obsidian pendant

bottom row:

EGYPTIAN GOD HERU-SEMA-TAWY (HORUS THE UNITER) DEVOTIONAL NECKLACE   black agate, red banded agate, brecciated jasper, and snow quartz with silver-colored metal spacer beads, and a silver & laguna lace agate pendant

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[commander-krios]

OC Masterlist (updated)

Here is the list of my OCs plus any relevant info, romances, and tags. I write as well so feel free to check out my writing tag or my AO3.

Mass Effect

-Canon Universe-

Charlotte “Charley” Shepard

Canon // Colonist/Ruthless // Soldier: Assault Rifle/Shotgun // Paragon/Renegade Mix (Paragade) // Main Tag // Romance: Thane Krios / Kasumi Goto

-Alternative Universes

Aurora “Rori” Shepard (Falling Like Stars AU)

Spacer/Sole Survivor // Adept: Biotic/Pistol/Decryption // Paragon // Main Tag // Romance: Jeff “Joker” Moreau

Daniel Shepard (Falling Like Stars AU)

Spacer/War Hero // Sentinel: Biotic/Shotgun/Tech // Renegon // Main Tag // Romance: Kaidan Alenko

ANDROMEDA SIX

Astrea Peg'asi

Tilaari // Main Tag // Romance: Damon Reznor

Daianira Peg'asi

Kitalphan // Main Tag // Romance: Calderon Lynch

Sade Peg'asi

Human // Main Tag // Romance: Vexx Serif

Maris Peg'asi

Kitalphan // Main Tag // Romance: June Nyux

Sereia Peg'asi

Kitalphan // Main Tag // Romance: Bash Ilahaj

Baldur's Gate 3

Juniper

Asmodeus Tiefling // Lore Bard/Wild Magic Sorcerer // Main Tag // Father: Fëanor (Half Elf craftsman) // Mother: Elara (Asmodeus Tiefling wizard) // Romance: Rolan (my canon) / Dammon/Rolan (WildThunderForge) / Shadowheart (in game)

Alyril'fryn

Seldarine Drow // Rogue/Assassin // Main Tag // Mother: Qilfrynra (Lloth-sworn Drow) // Father: Zekyraen (Seldarine Drow) / Romance: Rugan (ex, my canon) / Gale Dekarios

Duvessa Morvian

High Elf/Dragonblooded // Wizard // Main Tag // Romance: Enver Gortash / Minthara

Sohvi

Dwarf // Paladin of Devotion // Main Tag // Romance: Wyll Ravengard

Lymrith Vkriss

Dragonborn // Fighter/Eldritch Knight // Main Tag // Romance: Barcus Wroot (my canon) // Lae'zel (in game)

Nalsiera

Deep Gnome // Monk/Way of the Shadow // Main Tag // Romance: Astarion

Ghorza

Half-Orc Dark Urge // Warlock/Pact of the Great Old One // Main Tag // Romance: Karlach Cliffgate

Other BG3 Ships:

Wyll x Astarion (Wyllstarion)

Rolan x Dammon (Thunderforge)

Karlach x Dammon (Heartforge)

Shadowheart x Lae'zel (Shadowzel)

Halsin x Jaheira (Jahelsin)

Cal x Geraldus

Lia x Rion

KOTOR 1

Yuehai Xun // Darth Revan // Grey Jedi Guardian // Main Tag // Romance: Malak // Canderous Ordo

KOTOR 2

Wren Sloane // Jedi Exile // Light Jedi Sentinel // Main Tag // Romance: Atris // Atton Rand

Saints Row

Saints Boss Miranda Lee Sato ("Miri") // Main Tag // Romance: Viola Dewynter

#kay's ocs #oc masterpost

[arcojedi]

Block Tumblr Live

Hey, want to know how to block tumblr live (on desktop) permanently?

The only official option available in tumblr settings is to 'snooze' it for 7 days. You do this by going to Settings > Account > Dashboard Settings > Snooze Tumblr Live for 7 days. But what if you don't want to do this every week?

It's very simple! Just make sure you have a good adblocker installed, such as uBlock Origin (for Chrome), right click on the video thumbnails and then choose to Block Element. In the option menu that comes up to allow you specify which element, you may be able to select the whole row by placing your cursor in the little spacer between the video thumbnails and the little '+' or whatever on the right. This should highlight the whole row and you should be good.

I hope this helps.

#the more you know #tumblr live #block tumblr live #ublock origin

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 44, 4 novembre 1905, Paris. 1. — Corsage de dîner pour jeune femme ou jeune fille. 2. — Tailleur pour jeune femme. 3. — Robe de réunion pour jeune femme ou jeune fille. 4. — Manteau nouveau pour jeune femme. Bibliothèque nationale de France

No. 1. — Corsage de dîner pour jeune femme ou jeune fille; louisine crème à pois bleus ou rouges. Grand empiècement de guipure autour duquel le corsage est froncé avec une tête que fixe un entre-deux de guipure (voir le dos). Haute ceinture de velours de la couleur des pois, drapée en pointe et agrémentée d'un joli nœud. Manche courte bouffante, serrée par un brassard; deux volants de guipure tombent sur une sous-manche froncée avec petit volant remontant.

No. 1. — Dinner corsage for young woman or girl; cream louisine with blue or red polka dots. Large guipure yoke around which the bodice is gathered with a head fixed by a guipure insert (see the back). High velvet belt the color of polka dots, draped in a point and decorated with a pretty bow. Short puff sleeve, tightened by a cuff; two guipure ruffles fall on a gathered undersleeve with a small rising ruffle.

Matériaux: 4m,50 de louisine.

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No. 2. — Tailleur pour jeune femme; drap feuille morte ou grisaille mélangé. Jupe à plis piqués, groupés deux par deux. Jaquette assez longue à basque plissée et rapportée (voir le dos). Le corsage répète les plis et s'orne d'un col tailleur qui laisse voir le plastron brodé. Manche tailleur.

No. 2. — Suit for young women; dead leaf or mixed grisaille cloth. Skirt with quilted pleats, grouped two by two. Fairly long dust jacket with pleated and attached peplum (see the back). The bodice repeats the pleats and is adorned with a tailored collar which reveals the embroidered bib. Tailored sleeve.

Matériaux: 8 mètres de drap.

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No. 3. — Robe de réunion pour jeune femme ou jeune fill, lainage bleu. Jupe bordée d'un haut volant plissé surmonté d'un entre-deux de drap blanc brodé en bleu foncé et encadré de biais de velours du même bleu ou de nuance grenat. Corsage joliment froncé et blousant sur une ceinture de velours du ton choisi (voir le dos). L'encolure est bordée de la même garniture qui se trouve sur la jupe, guimpe de guipure. Manche à deux ballons et petit volant sur une sous-manche de guipure.

No. 3. — Social dress for young woman or girl, blue wool. Skirt edged with a pleated ruffle top topped with a spacer of white cloth embroidered in dark blue and framed with velvet bias of the same blue or garnet shade. Prettily gathered and blousy bodice on a velvet belt of the chosen tone (see the back). The neckline is edged with the same trimming that is on the skirt, guipure guimpe. Sleeve with two balloons and small ruffle on a guipure undersleeve.

Matériaux: 8 mètres de voile; 2 mètres de velours.

Chapeau de feutre gris clair bordé de velours rouge et ombragé de plumes grises.

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No. 4. — Manteau nouveau pour jeune femme; drap gris perle; genre Empire; haut de vêtement plat, quadrillé de velours gris fer ou noir et encadré d'un biais assez large (voir le dos); col châle en velours ou en fourrure, le bas du vêtement est à plis libres, et deux rangs de piqûres suivent tous les contours. Manche bouffante dans un long poignet évasé.

No. 4. — New coat for young woman; pearl gray sheet; genre Empire; top of flat garment, squared with iron gray or black velvet and framed with a fairly wide bias (see the back); shawl collar in velvet or fur, the bottom of the garment has free pleats, and two rows of stitching follow all the contours. Puff sleeve in a long flared cuff.

Matériaux: 4 mètres de drap, 1 mètre de velours.

Chapeau de feutre blanc, à jarretière de velours souci et petite crête pareille. Plume blanche sur les cheveux.

#La Mode nationale #20th century #1900s #1905 #on this day #November 4 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #description #bibliothèque nationale de france #dress #coat #blouse #collar #gigot

[jainkoa]

I gotta vent for a minute about my whole mouth situation the thing is is I need to get braces on my bottom row of teeth but I was told that I need my wisdom teeth removed before getting the braces put on and I have a dentist appointment tomorrow but I doubt that they will take the wisdom teeth out there because I would need to actually be admitted to hospital put under anaesthetic and operated on BUT I have an orthodontist appointment on Wednesday where I will be getting the braces put on my bottom row of teeth so I am just so fucking confused cunt like when am I getting my wisdom teeth removed god fucking knows because if theres one thing the dental hospital in Sydney loves to do is to fuck around and make people wait so does that mean I’ve had to put up with the pain of these spacers in between my teeth for absolutely no reason fuck me dead also I saw a video of someone getting their wisdom teeth removed safe to say I’m not looking forward to getting my jaw bone shaved

#I made the dentist appointment two months ago 😃