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Everyone looks better in a suit

Jiddereen gesäit besser aus an engem Anzug

Hello everyone! Hope you're having a good day today! 👋👋

Hello, Hi, Hola 👋

Hallo all! Ech hoffen, Dir hutt haut e gudde Dag! 👋👋

Hallo, Moien, Hola 👋

📍Exmouth

Working on a proper few threats for the upcoming plot and just going to have fun with it. I get the impression they leveled down for the challenge of low level monsters. So you have to make leveled creatures and try to stay inside RAW games.

Though, I still want it to feel like a Bad End since I keep the game moving on their characters' backstories.

I guess I'll let the old tried 'n true method of internet polls or rolling my d20 decide their fate.

TPKing a DND Group soon.

Aarbecht un e puer richteg Bedrohungen fir de kommende Plot an einfach Spaass domat hunn. Ech kréien den Androck, si sinn erofgegraff fir d'Herausfuerderung vun niddreg Niveau Monsteren. Also musst de gelevelt Kreaturen maachen an probéieren an den RAW Spiller ze bleiwen.

Obwuel, ech wëll et nach ëmmer wéi e Bad End fillen, well ech d'Spill weider op hire Charaktere seng Geschicht beweegen.

Ech schätzen ech wäert d'oud probéiert 'n bewährte Methode vun Internet-Ëmfroen oder mengem d20 entscheedende Schicksal loossen.

TPKing a DND Grupp sou.

Just thought I'd share some of my artwork Asé ✨

Chakras in alignment expression

Just geduecht ech deelen e puer vun menger Konscht Asé ✨

Chakras an Ausdréck vun der Alignement

I am a freelance artist who specialises in printmaking and watercolour.

My recent designs

Ech sinn e fräie Kënschtler, dee sech op Drocktechniken a Waasserfaarf spezialiséiert.

Meng recent Designen

I made a small mask out of white clay. All that's left is to color it😊

Mini mask

Ech hunn eng kleng Mask aus wäisser Lehm gemaach. Alles wat nach bleift ass et ze faarwen😊

Mini Mask

Sunburst

Sonnenschnäff

I never put anything like this together, it plays music as well

Last thing I made

Ech hunn ni sou eppes zesummegestallt, et spillt och Musek

Leschte Saach déi ech gemaach hunn

Colored on stream

Ech hunn lescht Woch am Stream faarweg gemaach

Faarweg am Stream

If you were forced to watch a movie for the rest of your life and you could pick it what would you pick? 🫩

Rest of your life?

Wann Dir gezwongen géift sinn e Film fir de Rescht vun ärem Liewen ze kucken an Dir kënnt et wielen, wat géift Dir wielen? 🫩

Rest vun ärem Liewen?

For a few years been making cat puppets of my own cats and recently started selling comissions as well as other pet tribute items. Including shoes, figures, pins and felted figures!

Cat puppets!

Fir e puer Joer hunn ech Katzenpuppen vun menger eegenen Katzen gemaach an hunn kuerzlech ugefaang Kommissiounen ze verkafen, souwéi aner Déier-Tributartikelen. Inkludéiert Schong, Figuren, Pins an aus Woll gefilzte Figuren!

Katzenpuppen!

Takie coś wyszło

Eppes ass erausgaangen

My favorite Pokémon 💥☠️
Who is yours?

Toxicroak use Poison Jab!

Mengt Liiblings-Pokémon 💥☠️
Wien ass däin?

Toxicroak benotzt Poison Jab!

Image shows a chunky white and grey tabby cat sleeping on the top of a cat tower. One front paw covering his eyes

Hey! If anyone is in the Houston area could you recommend a place to get haircuts? I'm interested in alternative cuts and fun hair color, I have a lot of hair and I want to get rid of it but I'd like to have suggestions of who to research. (Cat for attention, his name is Porkchop)

Local Advice needed

Hey! Wann een an der Houston Géigend ass, kéint Dir eng Plaz recommandéieren fir Haarschnëtt? Ech sinn interesséiert an alternativen Schnëtt a spaasséigen Hoerfaarwen, ech hunn vill Hoer an ech wëll se ofschneiden, awer ech géif gär Virschléi hunn, wien ech ënnersichen soll. (Katze fir Opmierksamkeet, sengem Numm ass Porkchop)

Lokal Rotschléi gebraucht

After a long day of work and or errands what do you like to do to ground yourself and get yourself calm once again? I love to read and create different things when I can. 😊

What is your favorite thing to do to ground yourself?

No engem laangen Dag mat Aarbecht oder Erledigungen, wat méchs de gär fir dech ze erdehnen an dech erëm roueg ze fillen? Ech léiwer ze liesen an verschidde Saachen ze kreéieren wann ech kann. 😊

Wat ass deng Liiblingssach fir dech ze erdehnen?

Behind the scenes of left behind.

Hanner den Kulissen vun hannerlooss.

How do you get yourself to let the pain turn into art again?

Blocked

Wéi kritt dir Iech selwer dozou, de Schmerzh an d'Kunst zréck ze verwandelen?

Blockéiert

I would want to pick the meteor hammer, even if it gives almost no defense, the offense is overwhelming. Not to mention the beauty in the movements and flow of both the weapon and person

If you could learn and master 1 weapon, what would you pick?

Ech géif de Meteorhammer wielen, och wann et bal keng Verdeedegung gëtt, ass d'Offensiv iwwerwältegend. Net ze vergiessen d'Schéinheet an de Bewegungen an dem Floss vun der Waff an der Persoun.

Wanns de eng Waff hätts léieren an beherrschen, wat géifs de wielen?

Creativity Is Thy Name

Kreativitéit ass däin Numm

I have pretty dangley things so I'm gonna buy some hooks tomorrow. I'll update with the finished installment.

I want something above my bed

Ech hunn prett dangley Saachen, also wäert ech muer e puer Haken kafen. Ech wäert mat der fäerdeger Installatioun aktualiséieren.

Ech wëll eppes iwwer mengem Bett

Nothing help makes my day but enjoying some time with my number art painting with a pot of tea to enjoy and some incense.

My diamond by number are hobby I enjoy

Nichts hëlleft mengem Dag méi wéi e bësse Zäit mat menger Zuel Konscht ze verbréngen, mat engem Pot Téi fir ze genéissen an e puer Räich.

Mengem Diamant no Zuel ass Hobby dat ech genéissen

Sometimes as I wonder about the progress of my personality I reminisce about days outside the 9 to 5. When a child could design. An ugly box on a shelf became a vessel for nerdom. A radioshack when it existed could supply the circuits to create. What age do we abandon by indifference our fire to express.

The Tinkering Tick

Ech denken heiansdo iwwer de Fortschrëtt vun menger Perséinlechkeet no an reminiscéieren iwwer Deeg ausserhalb vun der 9 bis 5. Wou e Kand kéint gestalten. Eng hässlech Këscht op engem Regal ass eng Gefäss fir Nerdom ginn. Eng Radioshack, wéi et existéiert huet, konnt d'Kreeser liwweren fir ze kreéieren. Wéi eng Alter loossen mir duerch Indifferenz eis Flamm fir ze expriméieren op.

De Tinkering Tick

Just picked some colors for my bed frame. How do we feel

Paint :3

Just e puer Faarwen fir meng Bettrahmen ausgewielt. Wéi fillen mir eis?

Faarf :3

This is example of what happens when I zone out home alone. Add mood music of choice effects.

What others see vs how I do

Dëst ass e Beispill vun wat geschitt wann ech doheem eleng ofschalten. Füügt Stëmmungs-Musek vun der Wiel derbäi.

Wat aner gesin vs wéi ech et maachen

I think I like the way elves look but I like gnomes' sense of humor more.

elves or gnomes

Ech mengen ech mag wéi Elfen ausgesin, awer ech mag den Humor vun Gnomer méi.

Elfen oder Gnomer

This is the first and only copper ring I made... it's double layer.

My first copper ring

Dëst ass den éischte an eenzegen Kupferring, deen ech gemaach hunn... et ass duebel Schicht.

Mengem éischte Kupferring

Miała mi wyjść kratka chyba z koszyczkiem na kwiatki ale coś tu nie gra 🫣

Takie coś zrobione na terapii zajęciowej 🤭

Ech hat eng Rëtsch mat engem Kuerf fir Blummen ze maachen, mee et ass eppes net richteg 🫣

Nëmmen eppes gemaach an der Therapie 🤭

So I just built my second marble run which runs pretty well

Marble run

Ech hunn just meng zweet Marmorlaaf gebaut, déi ganz gutt leeft.

Marmorlaaf

As above, so below. As within, so without...

Wéi uewen, esou uewen. Wéi bannen, esou baussen...

Here's where it gets weird. 

The Tasmanian Tiger, was an apex predator in Australia, and hunted to extinction by the late 1930s. 

I met my late wife through a personal ad that her mother actually answered... told you it gets weird! Her mother made a date with me, and told her to go.
But she read the ad before she came to see me... and changed my world for 16 years. 

As the sun came up that first morning, we were still on this high from meeting each other. Two professionals in the music biz, who had major label releases of our own. We already knew of each other, but didn’t dream this would happen. I mentioned something about my ad and she said "Tasmanian Tigers". 
I had mentioned them in my ad and she didn't know what they were.

So I showed her a flickering old movie from the late 1930s that showed the last surviving one in a zoo in Australia.
And my thought... that I was the last - how she felt as well... 

So I reprised my original ad... hoping to be that lucky again, as I believe in honoring your departed, to have the best life you can. After all, we've had practice! 

Along with my music, I'm also a romantic. The last of the true and afflicted ones. I know I am not of this world. Not here, at least. I am a Tasmanian Tiger. A thylacine, and I've searched the earth for another... and still am only as one. 

I wasn't always like this, though. My life changed as I saw my mate felled by the new predators that invaded our wood. It's been four winters now and I can still remember the day as I returned to our den and the songbirds that lived above us saw me... my slow gate, my fixed stare... as they stopped singing and were uneasy. 

To this day, they stop as I come back with quarry to share with no one. They are simple creatures, but they live on their intuition... and not just their own, but the thousands of their ancestors that came before, thousands think as one... and their songs are their knowledge which is not learned... but certainly real. 

They've asked me, but they already know... and I know this... it's their way of acknowledging my hurt inside. They see me bringing back my quarry to my den... and see my eyes grow damp. They don't know what that is, and neither do I. 

They are struck by my plaintive yowl. I don't know what it is, either... I don't recognize any of what I do now... it's not something I'm even aware of... but the yowl...hoping against hope that it is answered. Knowing it won't be. All of this land is covered with the simple creatures, SO simple, yet complete... and the whole earth is covered with them... so many as their souls could fill the ocean...but would be so shallow as to scarcely wet my foot pads... 

I don't understand the dampness in my eyes and the disquiet in my heart, when I think of the times past. I never yowled. I yipped, chittered... and made quiet puffs of air to signal my mate... and I still do so, in my dreams. 

The birds told my story to the cranes... and when the cranes came back as the days warmed, they told of a world that was no longer for the thylacine... not a den, nor trace. The watering holes showed not a footpad in the mud... no bones... and the rabbits and shrews were bold... as if they had nothing to fear! And numerous... so numerous as to be diseased and festering carcasses exposed all over... so much that the carrion eaters couldn't even finish them.  

So it would appear that I am alone. And my eyes grow damp as I feel this... and the birds above our den ask me if I am sick, as my eyes are ever damp... I tell them I don't know, as I don't. I truly don't know what is wrong with me. Or this world... That soon I will grow older, stooped as the elders I saw as a kit, and slow... and my teeth will dull and fall out... and then I will lay down my last time. But now my teeth are still sharp, I can take more quarry than ten of my peers... which is why I'm still here and disquiet. I know of nothing else!

But why am I here? My coat is still sleek, my mind and body nimble, as the apex of the hunters. The birds above me paired for life, which is also our way. We are connected in that way... and one day I saw his mate fall... and it distressed me. Much as I think they must feel, now... and saw him out on their branch hopping up and down. It was strange behaviour... and his song... so different. As he did that day and even after the light. It was his way. And he didn't sleep in their nest.  He didn't sleep at all, I believe. Until one day, she arrived. His mate to this day. And I know that is what he thinks I must do. But they are simple.

 I asked him one day if he ever missed his first mate. He looked at me quizically. I tried to ask again, as the one that came before, and he said only that he had always been with his current mate. He believes this. That is his way. I envy him. They cannot conceive of this. 

And they still quiet their song as I return. And they still nuzzle as I walk out of sight, seeing my solitude, feeling complete as they are. And I walk my perimeter, And beyond. Farther every day. Making my plaintive yowl, hoping that it will be answered. And sometimes I lie down and dream... and hope that dreams are not all I will ever have. Or that i awaken and find her there again, as if THIS were the dream, as I had many times before she truly did fall... these always confused me as dreams our life before do now. For what good are dreams in a world where no Thylacine live? And what am I to become that a simple bird pities me? If I didn’t have fondness for them I would gulp them down, not to see that look again. 

Well, my day is nigh, and I must lie down in my den,  again. I push myself beyond my ability every day, and sometimes chew the hemlock leaves, so I don't lie down, but fall... to sleep without pointless dreams... lately of the coming spring and running with my mate by the waters. Yipping, chittering, and nuzzling.

Tasmanian Tiger

Hei ass et wou et komesch gëtt.

De Tasmaneschen Tiger war en Apex-Predateur an Australien an ass bis an d'lescht Joerzéngt vun den 1930er Joren ausgerott. 

Ech hunn mengem verstuerwenen Fra duerch eng perséinlech Annonce kennengeléiert, déi hir Mamm tatsächlech beäntwert huet... hunn ech dir gesot, et gëtt komesch! Hir Mamm huet e Rendez-vous mat mir gemaach an huet hir gesot, si soll goen.
Awer si huet d'Annonce gelies, ier si koum fir mech ze gesin, ... an huet meng Welt fir 16 Joer geännert.

Wéi d'Sonn um éischte Moie opgegaangen ass, waren mir nach ëmmer op dësem Héichpunkt vun eisem Treffen. Zwee Professionnelen am Museksgeschäft, déi grouss Placke verëffentlecht hunn. Mir hunn eis scho gekannt, awer hunn net gedreemt, datt dëst geschéie géif. Ech hunn eppes iwwer meng Annonce ernimmt an si huet gesot "Tasmanesche Tiger".
Ech hat se an menger Annonce ernimmt an si wousst net wat se sinn.

Also hunn ech hir e flimmerege alten Film aus den 1930er Joren gewisen, deen den leschten iwwerlieft an engem Zoo an Australien gewisen huet.
A meng Gedanke... datt ech den leschten war - wéi si sech och gefillt huet...

Also hunn ech meng original Annonce nach eng Kéier gemaach... an der Hoffnung, nach eng Kéier esou glécklech ze sinn, well ech gleewen un d'Ehrung vun de verstuerwenen, fir d'beschte Liewen ze hunn, dat een kann. Schliisslech, mir hunn d'Praxis!

Zesumme mat menger Musek sinn ech och e Romantiker. Den leschten vun den échte an affizéierten. Ech weess, ech sinn net vun dëser Welt. Net hei, op d'mannst. Ech sinn e Tasmaneschen Tiger. E Thylacine, an ech hunn d'Äerd no engem aneren gesicht... an sinn nach ëmmer nëmmen als een.

Ech war net ëmmer esou, awer. Meng Liewen huet sech geännert wéi ech mengem Partner gesin, deen vun de neien Predateuren, déi eis Wëld invaséiert hunn, gefall ass. Et sinn elo véier Wanter vergaangen an ech kann nach ëmmer den Dag erënneren, wéi ech zréck an eis Dén gekomm sinn an d'Vull déi iwwer eis gelieft hunn, mech gesin hunn... meng luesen Schrit, meng fest Stare... wéi si opgehalen hunn ze sangen an onroueg waren.

Bis haut stoppen si, wann ech zréckkomme mat Beute fir ni ze deelen. Si sinn einfach Kreaturen, awer si liewen op hirem Intuition... an net just hirem, mee d'Tausende vun hiren Ahnen, déi virun hinne koumen, d'Tausende denken als een... an hir Lidder sinn hir Wëssen, dat net geléiert ass... awer sécher real.

Si hunn mech gefrot, awer si wëssten et schonn... an ech weess dat... et ass hir Manéier fir meng Schmerze bannen anzerechnen. Si gesin mech meng Beute zréck an meng Dén bréngen... an gesin meng Aen, déi feucht ginn. Si wësse net wat dat ass, an ech wéineg och net.

Si sinn getraff vun mengem klängleche Jowl. Ech weess och net wat et ass... ech erkennen näischt vun deem wat ech elo maachen... et ass net eppes, dat ech souguer bewosst sinn... awer d'Jowl... hoffen géint d'Hoffnung, datt et beäntwert gëtt. Wëssend, datt et net wäert sinn. All dëst Land ass mat de einfachen Kreaturen bedeckt, SO einfach, awer komplett... an d'ganz Äerd ass mat hinne bedeckt... sou vill, wéi hir Seelen de Mier fëllen kéinten... awer wier sou flach, datt se meng Fousssoen kaum wéineg wéineg wéineg wéineg wéineg wéineg wéineg wéineg wéineg wéineg wéineg wéineg wéineg wéineg wéineg wéineg wéineg wéineg wéineg wéineg

Tasmaneschen Tiger

I have always had an indescribable urge to create before I had the knowledge and know how now…

Do you luv creating?

Ech hat ëmmer eng onbeschreiflech Wënsch ze kreéieren, ier ech d'Wëssen an d'Fäegkeet hat, déi ech elo hunn...

Hues de gär kreativ?

Made it purple and green but the green looks more teal. Not unhappy with it.

New hair color!

Mäin et lila an gréng, mee d'gréng gesäit méi wéi teal aus. Net onzefridden domat.

Nei Hoerfaarf!

This is coconut oil that was melted(left in the car), then when solid again, it formed these shapes. I thought it was cool, so I took a pic.

What do you see?

Dëst ass Kokoosöl dat geschmolt ass (lénks am Auto), an dann, wann et erëm fest ass, huet et dës Formen gebilt. Ech hunn geduecht et ass cool, also hunn ech eng Foto gemaach.

Wat gesäis de?

Soul chart

Seelen Diagramm

Hey, just wanted to share something I painted last year. I felt broken after my break up so I've been offline for a few months now, but she cracked and egg who has seen how much i can give. I'd really like to meet someone this year, someone who appreciates romance but also has dark sense of humour, and drive for adventure. She put the work in so someone should get the benefits 😅

Just sharing some of my art work

Hey, ech wollt just eppes deelen wat ech lescht Joer gemolt hunn. Ech hunn mech gebroken gefillt no menger Trennung, sou ech sinn elo scho fir e puer Méint offline, mee si huet e Kécken gebrach an huet gesin wéi vill ech ka ginn. Ech géif wierklech gär dës Joer eppes kennen, eppes dat Romantik schätzt, mee och e dunkelt Humor huet, an e Drive fir Abenteuer. Si huet d'Aarbecht gemaach, also sollt een d'Virdeeler kréien 😅

Just deelen e puer vun menger Konschtaarbe

Honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey

Just a few observations...

Just e puer Observatiounen...

A Boo community for meeting other Creativity enthusiasts.

Creativity Community

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Jiddereen gesäit besser aus an engem Anzug

Hallo, Moien, Hola 👋

📍Exmouth

TPKing a DND Grupp sou.

Chakras an Ausdréck vun der Alignement

Fotograf

Nei Dag, nei Iddien, nei Projet

Zréck op d'Weihnachtskekse!

Kreativitéit ass Intelligenz Spaass hunn ⚓

Stark Geescht diskutéieren Iddien, duerchschnëttlech Geescht diskutéieren Evenementer, schwaach Geescht diskutéieren Leit

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