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Maple, Critter Incarnate
@maplemakes.art
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Hi, we're Maple. I'm Maple. Don't worry bout it.

Certified Welder, 3D Generalist, Sim Racer and Sportscar enthusiast.
I like making pixels do things
Mazda and Lotus are the last true drivers cars.

it/they/she θΔ&
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Maple, Critter Incarnate @maplemakes.art · Jan 26
Who is me: an introduction
Hiya, my name's Maple, and I'm a multiprocess artist and hobbyist engineer.
I make VR assets, 3D models, and blueprints along with drawing, photographing, and otherwise designing things. I have a love of all things motorsports, especially Mazda and Lotus Cars.
A low front three quarters glamour shot of a white a5m NC1 Mazda Miata, with pine trees in the background.
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New car in my fleet! It's a 2015 Civic LX with a manual! How bout that...

And the interior is beautifully analog, minimal screens in here.

Plan on a catback exhaust, some nice wheels, and fixing up the front fascia.
A front driver's 3/4 shot of a 2015 Honda Civic.
November 22, 2025 at 7:22 AM
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So.. ultra guava? Ultra strawberry dreams? Ultra sunrise? Viking Berry? In a different can?
kaseygifford.bsky.social Kasey Gifford @kaseygifford.bsky.social · 6d
If they really wanted to appeal to women they should have made a drink called Monster Fucker.
November 18, 2025 at 1:28 AM
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Turns out you can use DeWalt tough cases for #Hotwheels

If only they'd sell the dividers and all seperately
November 17, 2025 at 6:42 AM
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Did you know?

All NASCARs are trans girls

if they touch the skirt they lose control and go spinny
November 15, 2025 at 6:03 AM
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jastucaz.bsky.social
From the Guardian.
Cartoonist Ella Baron.
November 6, 2025 at 12:26 AM
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toadally.bsky.social
Little doodle before bed
November 6, 2025 at 12:53 AM
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dapsdraws.bsky.social
Gonna repost this every time I come across it on socials. 💚
October 23, 2025 at 3:48 PM
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dragoncobolt.bsky.social
A doctor giving a speech put it really well for me: adhd is to time as near sightedness is to vision. You don’t berate someone for not being able to read a distant sign - you get them glasses.
November 4, 2025 at 3:55 PM
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taviana.bsky.social
there is mechsploitation everywhere for those with the eyes to see them
October 11, 2025 at 1:53 AM
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abigaillarson.com
Guillermo del Toro on wealth: "a wealthy man is a man who has enough, not a man that needs more. If you have enough to invite someone for a beer? You're rich. If you have a yacht, planes, islands, and you still need more? You're not rich."
Guillermo del Toro quote "...think about wealth for me for example. A wealthy man that has enough..." "not a man that needs more. If you have enough to invite somebody to beer..." "...you're rich. If you have, whatever-" "- yachts and planes and islands and you STILL need more? You're not rich."
October 27, 2025 at 1:37 AM
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vhsdogs.bsky.social
i am not a violent dog
illustration of an anatolian shepherd dog with a bloodied wolf collar surrounded by sheep, turkish poppies are bordering the frame, red text reads: “I AM NOT A VIOLENT DOG BUT I KNOW EXACTLY WHY I BITE”
October 28, 2025 at 5:36 PM
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New welding gloves day!
October 27, 2025 at 8:31 PM
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I have an objectively silly mod for the civic happening for winter: 13 inch mudder tires to put on the stock steelies.
October 27, 2025 at 7:04 AM
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if you see this post, your actions are:
- if you have a spare buck, give it to Wikipedia, then repost this
- if you don't have a spare buck, just repost

your action is mandatory for the world's best source of information to survive
joshuaholland.bsky.social Joshua Holland @joshuaholland.bsky.social · Dec 25
I’ve never donated to Wikipedia before but I set up a small monthly donation as a fuck you to the world’s richest psychopath.
Elon Musk takes aim at Wikipedia
Musk has denounced Wikipedia as "Wokepedia" on X and urged people not to donate to the platform.
www.newsweek.com
December 26, 2024 at 12:03 PM
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Whoa, it's my new to me RV!
A front three quarters shot of a 1983 Ford e350 travelcraft RV
October 26, 2025 at 3:57 AM
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Mm, this isn't good.

Ideation is creeping in with my increasing panic/anxiety attacks due to the stress of my job schedule and I don't like that.
October 24, 2025 at 12:54 PM
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tiny.toydragon.xyz
aaaaaaaaa look at this cute piece i got from @greekceltic.bsky.social !!!

if you've not you should definitely go look at her work, her art and stories are immaculate!
A small red dragon is tumbling out of the maw of a jackolantern, sprawled out upon a mess of candy and pumpkin seeds, looking up at the camera with its green eyes with "oh no im busted" type of look. An absolute scrungle of a dragon!
October 19, 2025 at 8:32 PM
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bencollins.bsky.social
Almost like we founded the entire country on opposing this exact sentence.
atrupar.com Aaron Rupar @atrupar.com · Oct 15
Bessent: "No kings equals no paychecks"
October 15, 2025 at 2:30 PM
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djgenki.bsky.social
🌊
October 15, 2025 at 4:53 AM
maplemakes.art
I think I've suffered a promotion to be able to call in this many reinforcements.

#Helldivers #Helldivers2
September 28, 2025 at 5:59 AM
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Rebuilding the cylinder head and adjusting valve lash

#honda #carsky #rebuild #civic
An engine cylinder head on a workbench, having its valve lash adjusted using a feeler gauge, screwdriver and wrench.
September 27, 2025 at 6:34 PM
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shimi.bsky.social
New zine: “Look Into My Eyes One Last Time”

A final love letter to the self I shed
A prayer for the creature. Becoming
A reckoning, a surrender. Homecoming

This is my deepest wish laid bare—needle, fur, breath, & mercy. Being held with a care I never found.

#AnimalHRT #Therianthropy #ShortStory
A hand-drawn black-and-white cover image in a sketchy ink style. At the top, large stenciled type reads: “LOOK INTO MY EYES ONE LAST TIME.” Below the title is a syringe and a small medicine vial labeled “LUPINEX – Therionyl – 5mL,” with a stylized eye logo on the label. The vial and syringe are crosshatched with vintage texture lines. Below the drawing, in handwritten script, is the phrase: “Homecoming, not vanishing” and the signature Shimi & Critter. [Art on Page] A detailed graphite drawing of a wolf’s eyes. One, the left is more formed than the right — indicating a near but not complete transition. The fur around them is dense and wispy, rendered in fine pencil lines that suggest softness and depth. The eyes are highly realistic and expressive, staring directly outward with intense, soulful focus. They seem alert but ancient—wide with instinct, watching as if waiting for something to begin. The drawing fades at the edges into blank white space, giving the eyes a floating, disembodied presence. Look into my eyes one last time Look into my eyes. Hold them close until you can see the last scrap of me — the part that counts thoughts in lists, that weighs choices against rules, that folds shame into tidy, human-shaped pockets. Watch it loosen. Watch the corners of doubt unhook themselves like small animals from a net and dart away. There is no melodrama here, no violent yanking; it slips. The human mind peels like old bark, and underneath, the thing that always was settles warm and terrible and simple. They give me the last injection in a room that smells faintly of cedar and lemon. No needles, no cold clinical lecture — only the careful hands of doctors, veterinarians and nurses who know which bones to cradle and which stories to leave untold. I breathe. I lost the ability to count days back. I let the bracing liquid be a gate, not an instruction manual. I do not want to name it; names are the thin net that caught me for years. The burn is a rumour. It goes through me sideways — a quiet rearrangement, like a convent bell that signals not death but a calling. My limbs answer first. They stop thinking of movement and begin to remember it: how to fold, to coil, to push. Tendons unlearn the polite phrasing of two-legged steps and curve toward the old, fourfold geometry of running. My hands tighten and flatten; the knuckles find a new logic. Fur prickles along my forearms as if a thousand small moths take flight together and settle again. Each hair is a note in a chord I’ve felt… no… known in my bones since childhood. Look again. See how the pupils widen, how the whites retreat like a shy moon. My last maps of metaphor — the maps that turned hunger into lists and longing into projects — dissolve. Where there had been a ledger of self, there is now only the immediate ledger of scent and sound and the earth’s exact tilt beneath my weight. I do not mourn the maps. I never used them as well as the human world predicted and as I pretended. Sound changes. Those little, trivial noises of the room condense into a chorus: the slow tick of breath in the person beside me, the whisper of fabric, the distant wet confluence of gutters. And underneath that: a low, patient life-frequency — root and soil and river. It is not music so much as an acknowledgment. I find I can hear the insect conversation inside the walls, the sap walking up the birch, the small, stupid heartbeat of a mouse two blocks away. There is an intimacy to it that is almost rude. Breath becomes work and worship at once. My ribcage narrows, then widens in ways I know but cannot name. Milk memories — a thing to shame into silence when human — rise like a tide: the cadence of suckling, the doctrinal simplicity of being called to feed and to protect. A swelling around my belly that is not fat but purpose. I think of my children who never were, of the packs I have loved in mute pieces. The notion of motherhood is larger than gender; it is a compass with teeth. My children! You are my children and you are my all! My jaw shifts. I feel the slow, inevitable rearrangement — a socket loosens, a hinge finds its voice. A tooth erupts where an organised thought had lived. The smell of iron, rain-damp soil, and sleeping bodies that have waited for me — flooding my mouth like saliva. Tears come and I do not know if they are human or creature; they taste of salt and release. There is a tenderness in my own trembling that I have never allowed before. Outside the window, someone whose scent I knew laughs and it sounds to me like a distant bell. The handlers murmur: careful, gentle, let her and her pack decide. My mouth forms the shape and bark of guttural assent I could not voice when I was wholly human. Somewhere a crate opens as if the world is taking a breath with me. They will test me further, yes. They will see whether my newness walks toward the wild or clings to the small, safe hands of fosterers who will teach me boundaries, how to pass in a world of paved things. I do not fear them. I am no longer wrapped in that ledger — of consent, of cost, of consequence. I am wrapped in appetite and mercy. The choice, if there is one, feels less like an argument and more like a direction: toward den or home, toward the kill lovingly taken or the bowl lovingly given. Look once more. There is no human drama in my eyes now — only depth, like a riverbed where stones remember every footstep. The last scrap of thought, the tiny librarian of my life who loved lists, things and order, exhales and steps back through the doorway we are leaving open. I feel it go, and where it is gone there is fullness, a pulse that answers the creature’s call without translation. This is not a loss. It is not my obliteration. It is the solving of a long, clenched equation. I am not lessened. I am finally the shape I have been learning. Look into my eyes, one last time. I am awakening. — Shimi & Critter @shimi.bsky.social
September 26, 2025 at 1:47 AM
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Production welding pays the bills but man it kills the soul
Hundreds of steel angle pieces awaiting fabrication.
September 25, 2025 at 12:05 PM
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subrutine.bsky.social
people getting wise to this is the reason big tech companies with chat clients are now auto-converting links into previews as a "feature" so you don't think about how much source data is being harvested
campfireharve.st Camp @campfireharve.st · Jul 11
I saw an infographic a couple years ago about how to remove source identifiers from links and why it's important, but I can't find it again and too many people I know are sending me links with them so here's an infographic straight from the oven
Header text: "HEY YOU! YES YOU! TAKE THIS SHIT OUT OF LINKS!" This is followed by a couple example urls, with a red square highlighting the sections with source identifiers. The rest of the text is as follows: Source identifiers are used to track your activity on a site. Where you came from, what device you use, and even who you talk to. Whether it's written clearly in the url or tied to a random string of characters, it's assigned to your activity. When you send a link containing a source identifier to somebody and they click it, it signals to the website that you two are connected. And that data goes right back to the website operators, and thus their advertisers. Whenever you select "share" or "copy link" on a social app or website, it creates a link like this. If you give even the smallest shit about online privacy, it's important to remove them. Everything after the "?" symbol can be removed without issue, especially sections starting with "si=" or "utm_source="
July 13, 2025 at 1:12 AM