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Hey fellow artmakers! We’re a small indie team working on [Candle Rocket Boom](https://www.reddit.com/r/CandleRocketBoom/), a chaotic co-op game about living candles defending their castle with automated production lines and fireworks. Think *Factorio* automation meets *PlateUp!* chaos. **We are looking for a character artist to create 3D characters and animations.** **Team** * 3D Artist / Level Designer with 10+ years professional experience in architectural design * Me: programmer/generalist (\~5 years), released one [commercial game](https://store.steampowered.com/app/3349610/Leafing_Home/) before (government-funded, financial flop) * (Currently in talks with) 2D Illustrator (profes...

I’ve (17 gender fluid) been with my boyfriend, who we’ll call Cam, (16M) for almost two years now. Through our time together, I’ve become far more comfortable expressing myself and coming out as genderfluid and expressing more of a trans masc side of myself. One of my trans friends told me that her and Cam was having an honest conversation (they are both really good friends). Basically, she asked about his own feelings on his gender, and he said he had no idea, but he didn’t really like being a guy. However, when I approached him (gently) he said he liked being a guy. However, there’s so many instances that contradict this. He had wanted to try on a lot of my feminine clothing,...

目录 Catalog：1. 尘香见母 Dust-scent Meets Mother；2. 养汉 Raising Han；3. 断桥 Broken Bridge； 4 尘凡学建筑施工 Dust-mortal Studying Construction 尘香和尘凡被士兵送到了顺皇（又名夏娃，织女，小龙女，女，嫘祖，行天，女娲，顺皇）的新的祖居地，位于武汉北部的法库县。一切都如前文法师（又名后裔，大禹，魃，共工，判官，佛，大黑天，北方之神，禹皇）所说，见到了母亲。母子三人吃完饭，天已经黑了。 Dust-scent and Dust-mortal were sent by soldiers to the new ancestral home of White-king (Emperor) Shun (aka. Eve, Weaving Girl, Little Dragoness, Woman, Ancestor Lei, M...

True Heiress Returns to Her "Unemployed" Rich Family Chapter 1 Kicked Out On the day Arabella Macdonald left, she thought she could slip away from the Macdonald Villa quietly. But her adoptive mother, Freya Macdonald, called her in right before her departure. Seeing the Macdonald family's true daughter, Harper Macdonald, curled up on the sofa with Dylan Johnston, the playboy heir of the Johnston family, Arabella understood everything instantly. The Macdonald family and the Johnston family had an existing engagement. Dylan had always claimed to be her fiancé, showering her with attention since high school. He pulled out all the stops to win her over. And yet, Harper...

# The Deadly Drop : [Read Online](https://satirists.nethersx2ap.com/jasper-columns-guarded-civic-squares-by-marek-stone-1/) # Chapter 1 The wind was howling on the outdoor bungee platform, tearing at my clothes.  I huddled in the furthest corner, my knuckles white as I death-gripped the railing. At eight months pregnant, gravity was already my enemy, and the dropping barometric pressure made my heavy belly feel like an anchor dragging me down.  The cheap, generic safety harness strapped over my maternity clothes felt flimsy–laughable, really. It made the blood drain from my face.  However, my husband, Julian Vance, stood just a few feet away, completely oblivious to my terror. His...

# The Deadly Drop : [Read Online](https://satirists.nethersx2ap.com/jasper-columns-guarded-civic-squares-by-marek-stone-1/) # Chapter 1 The wind was howling on the outdoor bungee platform, tearing at my clothes.  I huddled in the furthest corner, my knuckles white as I death-gripped the railing. At eight months pregnant, gravity was already my enemy, and the dropping barometric pressure made my heavy belly feel like an anchor dragging me down.  The cheap, generic safety harness strapped over my maternity clothes felt flimsy–laughable, really. It made the blood drain from my face.  However, my husband, Julian Vance, stood just a few feet away, completely oblivious to my terror. His...

# The Deadly Drop : [Read Online](https://satirists.nethersx2ap.com/jasper-columns-guarded-civic-squares-by-marek-stone-1/) # Chapter 1 The wind was howling on the outdoor bungee platform, tearing at my clothes.  I huddled in the furthest corner, my knuckles white as I death-gripped the railing. At eight months pregnant, gravity was already my enemy, and the dropping barometric pressure made my heavy belly feel like an anchor dragging me down.  The cheap, generic safety harness strapped over my maternity clothes felt flimsy–laughable, really. It made the blood drain from my face.  However, my husband, Julian Vance, stood just a few feet away, completely oblivious to my terror. Hi...

# The Krasnov Protocol: Barrett Pall, Mike Jeffries, and the Wexner Handshake Let’s take a moment to acknowledge something that gets erased in these conversations: **there are male victims**, too. They are as real as the women who were exploited, and they deserve the same seriousness, the same outrage, and the same protection. In the architecture of institutional compromise, there are moments where the shadow of a single figure stretches across decades, linking disparate horrors into a unified history of control. As we peel back the layers of the Krasnov Protocol, we are no longer looking at isolated "black sites" in the rural South or private parties in Manhattan. We are witn...

Chapter1 The Forced Marriage of the Real Daughter "I'll ask you one more time. Will you marry or not?!" A cold and harsh male voice echoed through the living room. Sandra Hill blinked, looking up at the man. It was her second brother, Kyle Hill, the president of the Hill Group. Dressed in a silver-gray suit, he looked sharp and spirited. However, his face was distorted with fury and hatred. Sandra felt aggrieved, "I..." "You don't need to make excuses! You two were switched at birth, and you were raised in the mountains for twenty-two years. But when Emily found out, she didn't feel any jealousy. Instead, she went with us to bring you back. But...

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# These hashtags celebrate this picture / Diese Hashtags feiern das Bild: \#BarStoolPhilosophy #ColorfulCollapse #GeometricIntoxication #AbstractSeating #VibrantChaos #Dada #Art #Kunst # DADA EN The pink triangle insisted it was not drunk. The yellow quadrangle remembered being a man once, before the colors voted to dissolve all vertical ambitions. Blue filed a complaint: the stool beneath had turned to question marks. In the bar of impossible angles, every patron is geometry awaiting the courage to stand. The orange slant whispered to purple: “I used to have legs.” Purple, philosophical, replied: “We all used to have something.” The black lines—those are the bartender’s han...

I've been considering whether or not to post this for a while now, but I figure I may as well because since it's ALL been stolen, I have nothing left to lose, right? Here is some brief background: I had about 99.8% of ALL my stuff stored in the garage of a property I owned due to some unfortunate situations. There was a point at which someone I was dealing with at the time took EVERYTHING from the garage and I have pretty much nothing left. This was all my clothes, towels, linens, bathroom supplies like soap and bubble bath and first aid stuff, things from childhood, some furniture, a TON of antiques, all my kitchen supplies (pots, pans, dishes, silverware) and gadgets, wall han...

Hi. I've been in a relationship with my partner, we can call him A, since May of 2024, except for a period of time in 2025 when we were broken up. This was from the end of April to the beginning of August, so 3ish months. We had a really tough year in 2025. For starters, he had told me he loved me a couple times around the 4 month mark, I had said it first. But then suddenly something changed and he wouldn't say it back. He told me he didn't know if he loved me. He assured me he wanted to be together and that he just needed time. Okay, sure, I guess.. Now, I started the year off by breaking my leg (anniversary was last week!) and so I moved in with A because I had an apartm...

I’m kind of a beginner. I’m really good at patching holes and reconstructing rips in existing pieces. I’m just now starting to create things from scratch and I’m having trouble reframing my mind from repairs to creation. I have a few questions that feel kind of **** to ask, but I’d rather ask them then be confused by the endless stream of YouTube tutorials. 1. I always see people talking about making mock ups. What do you use to make these mock ups? Do you have a specific fabric that you need to get for the practice pattern? or do you have a basic fabric that’s similar to the target fabric that you use? 2. What do you do with the projects that you finish but just don’t turn o...

I’m writing this because I’m scared. No, I’m terrified. I’m sitting here in my car, cold, breath trembling. I’ve been in this same spot since last night. I don’t know what to do, but I hope this finds you and you find me, before they do. Let me start by prefacing this with a little bit of background. I want y’all to know that we’re not crazy. We’re young, a little wild, but not crazy. My name is George and I have a twin sister named Gina. Gina is dating my bestfriend since high school, Preston. Obviously, I’ve known my sister my whole life and we met Preston at 14. We’re 24 now. We have a close bond, so close that we all live together. Preston and Gina are both data en...

The celebration of **Basant Panchami at the dargah of Hazrat Nizamuddin Auliya** is a beautiful example of how devotion transcends boundaries and becomes purely divine. This tradition is not recent; it is rooted in an ancient, soul-stirring story that blends love, loss, and spiritual awakening. https://preview.redd.it/njda65neb1fg1.png?width=362&format=png&auto=webp&s=7b72ef94608c20810be1c27988c6ceef0ab6ab10 Hazrat Nizamuddin Auliya, the great Sufi saint of Delhi, was known for his deep compassion, humility, and devotion to God. His most beloved disciple was **Amir Khusrau**, the legendary poet, musician, and mystic. Their bond was not merely that of a teacher and s...

This is a bit of a scatter-brained rant, my apologies.! With the nearly nation-wide winter storm moving in, my parents took it upon themselves to check the coolant levels of all our cars. Just this summer I had my coolant topped off in my 2005 Toyota Camry that I bought last year. A necessary purchase, as I live in the suburbs of a rural Minnesotan town. You genuinely wouldn’t survive without a car here. Turns out my coolant was nearly gone, and there’s some type of leak I never noticed. Call it user error, I should’ve checked fluid levels before the bad cold moved in, but this felt like a tipping point for me. I now HAVE to \*drive\* to a mechanic, with a safely-working car I don�...