#Atlean

[vsxfbd]

[thatsleepymermaid]

So, Andre Dickens has lied about the total cost of cop city to the citizens of Atlanta.

Instead of the 30 million originally planned,

Cop City will instead cost tax payers 67 million!

That's more than twice as much as promised!

The majority of Atleans oppose cop city being built so that's tax payer money going to a unsupported cause without any vote.

If you are in Atlanta please attend the second public comment on June 5th. If not from Atlanta make sure this problem is heard about all across the world. With all the misogynic, transphobic, homophobic, and racist laws being pass right now, I fear that this facility will be used to further the fascism present in the U.S.

Not to mention the ecological disaster this will cause

These pictures were taken by drone only three months from each other. The sediment and runoff from this alone far exceeds the national limit and it will only get worse with the chemical runoff from the explosives that will be used.

I know the world's sort of gone to the dogs lately but please please please don't let this go out of the public eye. If the police force can't train then the police force can't enforce these laws. I have a list of petitions and funds pined on my blog as well as phone numbers to blast if you want something more direct.

Stop Cop City!!!

[novankenn]

Jaune et Carro Veloce

Jaune was feeling miserable. His skills were so far below his peers that it was laughable... in a pathetic way. Though his academics in everything but things specifically associated with fighting grimm duties were well above the average. Wonders of the public school system.

So after another desperate failure in Professor Goodwitch's combat class, he wandered off. He heard his friends and teammates calling after him, but he just walked away without a word. Wishing to avoid any and everyone he took the stairs down into the basement of Beacon.

It was dark and damp. The overhead bulbs giving very little usable light. Reaching into his rear belt pouch he pulled out a small flashlight. Say what you would about his performance in combat... Jaune was adept at being prepared for mundane things, like basic wilderness survival.

He looked about, and wandered. His footfalls echoing about the dusty and cobweb cluttered corridors and rooms. There wasn't much of interest. Most of the rooms being either completely empty, or holding boxes of books. Jaune had opened one of the boxes finding it filled with Professor Port's Autobiography "The Heroic Age of the Indominable Sir Port of Vale."

Jaune: Must not have sold well.

Jaune tossed the book back onto the pile of boxes after flipping through it quickly, and continued his exploration. Pulling out his scroll he checked the time. He had been gone for a good three hours and his screen was filled with missed call and message notifications. Sighing he put it away, deciding he would answer a little later.

Turning a corner he saw a massive shadowed filled room. Cautiously he approached, using his flashlight to try and pierce the darkness. Having no success he turned his attention to the near walls, and quickly located a bank of light switches. Flicking them all on he flinched as blaring bright white lights came to blazing life.

Jaune: Oh... wow...

Jaune was stunned by what he found. The room was massive, and filled with artifacts from the Great War and the Faunus Revolution... specifically mobile terrestrial heavy weapon plate forms...

Jaune: Tanks... wow... Tanks on Tanks...

Jaune turned off his flashlight and stowed in away, as he wondered about, his eyes alight with excitement he hadn't felt in ages. While he wasn't specifically a weapon geek like Ruby, he did have a guilty pleasure, aside from comics... and that was tanks. In particular tankettes. While he admired the utility and power of the larger more impressive pieces, he absolutely adored the very much smaller, and faster mini-tanks.

Jaune: An Atlean Panzer IV. A Vale Sherman Firefly. A Vacoan T34, and a Mistralian Tiger I !!!

Jaune wondered, totally forgetting about contacting his friends, which further flew out of his thoughts when he saw it. With a shaking hand he reached out and touched the welded steel armor plating.

Jaune: A Valean Carro Veloce CV33 with twin 8mm machineguns... and over there is the conversion for the 20mm Anti-Material Gun!!!

Jaune was in awe and excited beyond measure as he hovered around what he would call an adorable tankette. Until that revelry was shatter by a voice from behind.

Ozpin: Are you enjoying yourself Mr. Arc?

Jaune: Ah... um...

Ozpin: You are not in trouble Mr. Arc though I was not aware you held such an affinity for... such antiques.

Jaune: Antiques!!! These are pieces of artwork! Form and function made reality! Iron and steel powered by flame and thunder, manned by bone and blood!!!

Ozpin: Please calm down. I only came to see if you are alright. You friends are worried and security alerted me to you entering this area.

Jaune: I'm sorry, I'll...

Ozpin: I already said you are not in trouble Mr. arc. Far from that in fact.

Jaune: Huh?

Ozpin: It is a shame that these icons of human and faunus ingenuity lie here moldering away. How would you like to pick one?

Jaune: Huh?

Ozpin: Pick one. Restore it. Beacon will provide the funds, and maybe you could get others interested in doing the same.

Jaune: This one!

(Imaged sourced from Girls und Panzer wiki)

A/N: Girls und Panzer is a fun Anime... and I get a real kick out of this small Italian Tankette. I want my mind to envision how it would fight against grimm..

[sweettoothvn]

Our apologies.

We cannot allow you to continue forward with the lies that have been spread by their facility any longer. As of this month, we will be enlightening you on the true nature of the atrocities and discrimination our people have suffered as thanks to the governments perverted ideal of a “unified” society.

This comes in the generous nature of our Doctor and his dream to spread the true betterment of what it means to be one as Atleans and Man.

We will not be ignored. And we will pursue forward.

Our Beginning is upon us.

[ever-after-aaa]

Am i responding to the same prompt in tags on two separate reblogs bc im getting even more thoughts from this addition? Yes

Short DPXDC Prompts #485

Mermaid AU (?). Connor Kent being a son of Danny has gills. He has a water core instead of an ice core. His ghost form is much more deep sealife-like in nature.

[yanderes-galore]

Ooh how would Yandere romantic Allura treat a altean reader vs galra reader ? Or would she treat them the exact same way ? 👽

I'll explore this concept a bit.

Yandere! Allura with Altean! Darling vs Galran! Darling

Discussion/Comparison Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Delusional behavior, Manipulation, Dubious/Forced relationship, Slight angst, Kidnapping, Brainwashing, Implied torture, Racism against Galrans I guess (?), Stockholm syndrome.

I feel it makes sense that an Altean! Darling would be treated differently than a Galran! Darling.

Allura would feel more at home with an Altean darling.

You two understand your culture and she can take comfort in knowing that she has another Altean to look after and care for.

Allura would feel conflicted with a Galran darling.

After all, your race of people are known for being bloodthirsty conquerors and traitors.

Allura's obsession over a Galran darling would be more delusional than with an Altean darling.

She holds resentment towards Galrans which would cause her obsession to feel more forced.

With an Altean darling, Allura tries to make her obsession slower.

It feels more natural to her.

With a Galran darling it's like Allura is trying to indoctrinate you onto her side.

With a Galran darling Allura wants to believe you're different from the rest of your race.

Regardless on if you actually are or not.

I'd say the Galran obsession is more intense than the Altean one.

With an Altean darling, Allura tries to court you by the usual Altean means.

She'd take her time with you when trying to make a relationship with you.

Surely you're charmed by the idea of the Altean Princess choosing you as an Atlean partner, no?

With an Altean darling Allura would take her time, putting little thoughts in your head and making you confide in her.

She's playful and full of smiles.

You two share similar ideals and lament the same issues.

Allura would admit that she feels comforted by a fellow Altean as her darling.

You almost have no idea she's setting you up to be the perfect Altean partner.

Not until she finally admits her intentions and coaxes you into a relationship.

When it comes to a Galran darling she's more... aggressive in her obsession.

She doesn't bother using the gentle and caring tactic of slowly planning manipulation.

She'd kidnap you.

That's not all, either!

Allura is under the belief that you have the potential to be different than the rest.

Despite what her Paladins say, despite what Conran says, she uses violence and punishment to make you hers.

It starts as her just venting her frustrations about your people verbally and maybe a bit physically.

Although once she's empty of her resentment and anger, she tries to brainwash you.

The others think what she's doing is cruel, even if you are Galran!

Allura doesn't care, she claims she knows what she's doing.

Allura would force some sort of stockholm syndrome onto a Galran darling.

She's brainwashing you to betray her people and love her.

After all... if she says you're different, you will be different.

A Galran darling makes Allura reveal a darker side while an Altean darling keeps Allura in her usual happy and playful behavior.

If you are an actually good Galran then she may shift her behavior over to her kinder persona at first after some distrust until you betray her or something.

In the end she plans to have formed you into a proper partner for her, Galran or not.

Besides that... when you are "properly dating" the yandere behavior is the same.

She's overprotective and obsessive yet super affectionate.

If others tell her what she's doing is wrong, she ignores them.

If you're threatened she's prepared to defend you.

The two species will be treated the same during a relationship, but before that it's much different.

If I make a general concept for her I'll elaborate more on her basic yandere behavior, this was just to decribe how she'd feel about these two darlings.

Allura is dedicated to her darling.

Altean or Galran... she'll promise to be the best partner for you.

Even after a bit of manipulation.

[ariesgamesandminis]

Another small batch of restocks are in from Thunderhead Studio from Gale Force 9!

Hextech: Atlean Steppes V2 x4 Hextech: Dropbase Delta Command Centre (x8) Hextech: Dropbase Delta Power Station (x8) Hextech: Trinity City - Highways x10 Hextech: Trinity City - Tri-Tower x2

[ifelllikeastar]

Casey Jones played with the Coleman High School band in Greenville, Mississippi as a kid, but claimed he learned more about drumming from Little Milton’s drummer Lonnie Haynes, than from the band director.

In 1956 at age 17, his sister Atlean and her husband Otis Luke enticed him with the promise of a drum kit and entry into the musician’s union, if he would move to Chicago to live with them. True to his word, they went to Frank’s Drum Shop on Wabash Ave and from there on Casey Jones played drums  in Otis’s band. His first gig with Otis Luke & the Rhythm Bombers in 1956 made him $5.

In the early 1960s he recorded with Earl Hooker, A.C. Reed, McKinley Mitchell, and Muddy Waters. As a session drummer he has worked with artists such as Lou Rawls and Otis Rush. He recorded with blues artist Albert Collins and Johnny Winter. For six years he was a member of Albert Collins's band as his drummer. Thereafter he began to concentrate on his own singing and fronting his own band.

Born Casey Jones on July 26, 1939 in Nitta Yuma, Mississippi and died on May 3, 2017 in Chicago, Illinois at the age of 77.

[lilflowerpot]

Hi love first just wanted to check on you and secondly I have been curious about galra genitals I assume they are similar to humans and Atleans but I want to know if they work similarly to ours or if they can’t do certain things we can sorry if it's a weird ask you don't have to answer anyway take care!❤️

Not weird at all my love! In fact a couple of anons already beat you to it, so I have two posts of this nature: one for fertility cycles and menstruation in female galra, and one for male galra reproductive organs!

[zenithpng]

🌹

For the wip game

from a wip featuring Lance with Tourette’s and Shiro being the greatest big brother in the world

"Okay," he says, total belief in his voice. God, finally, someone that doesn't treat Lance like he's crazy. Finally, someone takes him seriously. "Let's breathe and calm down first, okay?"

"Hmmmmmm."

"Okay, Lance? I need to know if you can respond to me." Lance nearly chokes on the sob that bubbles up from his chest, clicking his tongue rapidly as it builds.

"M'kay." There’s a beat of relative quiet as Shiro pulls out the Atlean MP3 that he’d scrounged from one of the old tech rooms. He pulls up soft music, just loud enough to be heard over Lance’s gasping and clicking and other various sounds, and sets the thing on the floor beside them. He looks back up at Lance.

“Can I give you a hug?”

Lance nearly chokes in his eagerness, nodding and leaning in without hesitation when Shiro opens his arms.

[alternativeraven]

The Atlean Family

I actually think this is the most character interaction I’ve drawn besides line ups so I’m proud of it

I only own B34N btw other two belong to a close friend

[colossal-idiot]

Odyssean task: when the task takes much much longer to complete and requires much much more effort than expected

Orphean task: going against the rules/law for your love

Arachnean task: when succeeding at the task would bring about your death or other type of end (eg: retirement, hiding, imprisonment, etc.)

Psychean task: a task completed for the sake of showing your worthiness

Promethean task: acting in defiance of authority for the better of others, resulting in your own punishment

Atlean task: a task so difficult and demanding that it feels sisyphean, but the task in question is entirely achievable and necessary

Zeusean task: a task involving having sex

the fact that we only have “herculean task” and “sisyphean task” feels so limiting. so here’s a few more tasks for your repertoire

icarian task: when you have a task you know you’re going to fail at anyways, so why not have some fun with it before it all comes crashing down

cassandrean task: when you have to deal with people you KNOW won’t listen to you, despite having accurate information, and having to watch them fumble about when you told them the solution from the start (most often witnessed in customer service)

feel free to chime in i ran out of ideas much faster than i anticipated

[remotetrove]

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[novankenn]

Excerpts from "Monster"

This will most likely be the last of these "excerpts". See my post "ANNOYED" for a sort of reason why I'm doing this... besides that fact I wanted to show how EPIC the battle for Atlas could have been.

The Battle for Atlas...

(Chapter 16) “Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. Nevermore engine strike!”

“Jackal Three, break off! Limp back to base!”

“Lost starboard engine, going down. Repeat going down.”

“Jackal three pull up! Pull up!”

“See you on the other side, guys.”

“Give 'em hell, Jackal three.”

The CDS bit her lip as she listened to the chaotic radio chatter and watched the perimeter wall camera feeds. She watched as a crippled A-10 nosedived into the closing mass of grimm, its hydraulic Gatling continuously firing. The high calibre rounds tore through the grimm followed by the body of the aircraft slicing into the horde before bursting into a ball of fire. It wasn't the first time they had witnessed such an act. The video recordings would be full of such repeated sacrifices, not counting the guaranteed countless times similar actions unfolded out of the range of cameras. 

“Horde is with in four thousand metres of the wall, sir.”

Everyone in the command centre has been watching a listening for several hours now, as the entire weight of the Atlas armed forces dropped literal tonnes of varied ordnance on the encroaching mass of darkness. As the grimm wave approached, the air above was a war-zone. Air burst rounds tore through aerial grimm, as a veritable current of lead scythed through the air. The smaller forms of grimm were shredded, while some of the larger species resisted, and unleashed their own weapons upon the beleaguered defenders.

She continued to watch and listen as the men and women of the Atlas military threw themselves into the defence of their home. 

“Close In Weapon Systems are running dry, sir.”

“Command, this is Angel One.”

“Copy Angel One.”

“Commencing drop in three... two... one. Drop!”

“All air forces, FAEs inbound. Withdraw to the wall and take a holding pattern. Repeat FAEs inbound. Withdraw to wall.”

The CDS leaned forward, her knuckle going white with her grip on the railing before her. She watched the feeds with bated breath. Over the multiple feeds she watched as the parachute slowed drum like weapons closed on the closing tide of beasts. Each container burst just above the grimm filling the air white clouds of dust particles. A couple of seconds later, a flash. The ensuing fireballs vaporized the grimm at the epicentre of each denotation, as the shock wave tore those just outside the blast radius into shreds. 

“Status.”

“Estimated casualties, thirteen percent of current calculated mass. Horde undeterred, and still closing, sir.”

“Get the air strips cleared for the bomber's turn and rearm. Sorties will continue. Target the mid and rear of the horde. Recommence A10 runs and authorize Aerial bombardment from all available units.”

“To all on station Wyverns... Bring the Rain. Repeat... Bring the Rain.”

“The AAS Momentous is on station, sir.”

“Good, let's see how these fuckers handle a salvo of sixteen inchers.” the CDS snarled as she watched the closing grimm getting railed by air based artillery. “Issue the order. Might Mo fire for effect.”

“Momentous, this is command. Fire for effect. Repeat... Fire for effect.”

/=/

“Captain, fire for effect order from command, sir.”

“It's showtime, Mighty Mo! Traverse all turrets to starboard. Adjust roll to twenty degrees starboard down.”

“Aye, sir.”

Holding a position well above the frantic dogfight between masses of aerial grimm and Atlean fighter-craft. The gigantic, and majestic icon of the Atlean air-naval forces moved. Three topside mounted turrets, each fitted with three sixteen-inch guns, pivoted into firing position. As the various underside mounted emplacements continued to rain flack and air bursts into the grimm swarm below.

“All turrets reporting ready, sir.”

“Distance from wall.”

“Command is reporting thirty-five hundred metres, sir.”

“Adjust angle. Target mass at forty-five hundred metres from the wall.” he drummed his fingers on his console. His eyes studying the video feeds, and tactical data playing across the main screens. “Fire.”

The ship superstructure shook and creaked as nine massive artillery guns discharged at once. The captain and his bridge staff watched and waited as the massive one thousand two hundred kilo shells cut across the distance between the Momentous and the targets far below.

“All turrets reporting ready, sir.”

“Fire.”

For a second time, in the span of a minute, the recoil from the nine massive guns shook the ship. Below in the middle of the grimm host, multiple explosive impacts disintegrated the gimm with in the blast radius, with a secondary effect of shrapnel and debris tearing chunks through the surrounding horde, causing some of the smaller species to literally burst in a shower of ink black fragments.

“All turrets reporting ready, sir”

“Fire.”

/=/

“Three thousand metres! Okay, you bastards, lock and load!”

All along the top of the wall, sniper teams pulled back bolts and slapped in magazines, while heavy, medium and light machine-gunners cocked their weapons. 

“Ready!” shouts rippled along the firing line.

“Anti-material, what is our code?” the commanding officer screamed through the comm system.

“One shot, one kill, send the fuckers to hell!”

“Fire! Fire! Fire!”

All around him, muzzle flashes burst to life, as triggers were squeezed. 50 BMG rounds ripped through the air at hypersonic speeds. The shooters and spotters watched through scopes as the armour piercing rounds struck home. Neat, one-inch diameter holes surrounded by cracks appeared in the armoured heads of the Megoliaths. Each one struck convulsed for a second before dropping dead to the ground, the insides of their massive heads liquefied. 

“Fast movers incoming!” came multiple feeds.

The commander watched as a staggered line of small grimm burst past the lumbering lines of the larger Megoliaths.  He kept his hand on the touchpads on his throat, waiting to bark the command for the machine gunners to open up.

“Twenty-five hundred!” came multiple spotter calls.

“Chew them up! Suppressing fire!” he barked through the comm system.

Along the top of the wall, various calibres of automatic fire filled the air. Lines of snaking tracers gouged the group and riddled the charging lines of sabyr. Spurts of dirt and grimm flesh popped into the air as brass casings rained upon the hardened cement. Behind the onrushing grimm more Megoliaths dropped as the anti-material teams kept up the pressure.

/=/

“Horde is closing. Main mass with in three thousand metres. Supplementary mass of fast movers with in twenty-five hundred metres. Suppressing fire initiated. Closing on minefield, sir.”

“Order all on ground troops to prepare for breech. Activate knight units, and warn all still active aircraft to prep for danger close operations.”

“Fielding reports of anti-air faltering. Causality of fighter forces at forty-five percent. On the ground, air defence causality rates at thirty-six percent. Multiple structure fires, and possible collateral causalities, sir.”

“All active air fields are reporting as compromised, sir.”

“Order withdraw. All combat capable units to dig in. Defend emergency shelters and vital infrastructure.”

"CIWS defences are down. No ammo alerts across the board, sir.”

“Ignore them. All units to dig in and defend.”

Her eyes never left the video feeds as she uttered her commands. The advance line of grimm had rapidly closed and were now crossing the two hundred metre wide perimeter minefield. The beasts were close enough that the camera could clearly see the after effects of the Bouncing Bettys, and Telermines activating. Pieces of grimm flew into the air with the bursts of dirt and rock. The waist high detonations of the Bettys throwing flesh shredding ball bearings and metal shards into the flanks of the passing sabyrs. It was a massacre, yet the mindless hatred driven beasts continued forward.

/=/

“Air defence is failing. Mayday calls escalating. All tankers declaring empty, sir.”

“All air-carriers at capacity, AAS Enterprise declaring her own fuel emergency, sir.”

“Knights now engaging hostiles. Currently, at ninety percent combat capacity, sir.”

“All on ground forces, and hunters not actively defending civilian shelters to redeploy to nearest air fields. Eliminate all hostiles and get those fields open!”

“Hostile fast movers closing on wire defences. Hostile heavies crossing minefield, sir.”

“Status, knight units.”

“Combat capacity, eighty-five percent, sir.”

“Order wall units to mask up.” she waited until she received confirmations that the order had been passed and received. “Deploy the gas.”

The camera feeds showed only the closing grimm horde, when suddenly tendrils of yellow-brown vapours drifted towards the closing lines of grimm. Everyone watched as the sinister looking tendrils coiled about the air and slowly started to weave about the grimm. Everyone in the command and control centre knew they had just poisoned the lands surrounding Mantel's walls. Shoulders started to slump as it appeared the chemical attack had turned from something of possible hope, in to an in vain desperate ploy.

“Nerve agents ineffective, sir.”

“Fuck.” the CDS swore. The gamble had been a failure, but then the grimm line began to falter. The massive megoliaths stopping and starting to twist and shake their bodies violently, as if trying to dislodge something clinging to their bodies. Below them the charging saybres writhed. Rolling around on the ground.

“HD agents are effective. Grimm horde has stalled its approach, sir.”

“Mortars, and Short range missile batteries. Target main line. Danger close.”

She watched the feeds, suppressing the shiver as she watched the obviously suffering creatures. The Vytal Treaty had outlawed the use of chemical weapons. All signatories had been instructed to dismantle and dispose of all stockpiles. Yet here she was putting it out for the world to discover that Atlas had ignored those clauses. Shortly after the order multiple explosions erupted through the horde, as an uncountable number of surface to surface missiles and mortar shells crashed into the ground. Slightly above came multiple bursts. A heavy white powder falling onto the suffering beasts, instantly causing them to violently convulse, many dropping to the ground. Flames licked the ground, and suddenly an massive blast ripped through the lines, the shock-wave knocking several of the wall cameras feeds out.

“We have combustive denotation of the HD gas, sir.”

“Keep up bombardment, and suppressing fire. Alert all Mantel based squads of eminent breach.”

/=/

“Keep it up. Melt the fucking tubes boys!” order the commander as she relayed the orders from command. “Give the soulless bastards a taste of Willy Pete!”

All around her multiple mortar squads pushed themselves and their equipment. Normally they did thirty rounds per minute, but spurred on by their commander's orders, and the pressing threat from the mass of darkness closing on their homes and families; they pushed. Dropping rounds down tubes as soon as the previous round left.

Not far behind them, the M270s lowered their launch platforms as crews raced to reload. All the teams were on edge. Willing to push themselves to exhaustion and beyond. The more ordnance they dropped onto the grimm mass, the fewer that could reach the walls and if they were lucky. If they pushed their bodies to the full extent of training; maybe, just maybe, they could break the threat before that could happen.

/=/

“We have a feed and an all clear from strip foxtrot-tree, sir.”

“What?” Put it up on the main feed now.”

The main screen shifted, to a shaking gun feed. Everyone in the command centre watched, eyes wide, as a single figure stood exposed on the tarmac. Shredded grimm fragments, disintegrating as they rained from the sky. The figure didn't move and inch. He didn't flinch, just stood there, his head moving slightly every so often, as wave upon wave of grimm met gruesome ends. Bodies bisected, headless and ripped apart vanished into the air. The larger corpses crashing into the ground. The combined smoky evaporation starting to form a smoke screen, obscuring the end of the runway.

“Coordinate with Foxtrot-tree. I want every flight capable fighter down, refuelled, rearmed and back in the air. Draw ground crews and supplies from any nearby ammo dumps, or compromised air strips, AND I want more strips cleared! Once the fighters have rotated out, focus on getting the tankers down and restocked. Holding patterns for all aircraft with sufficient fuel.”

“Those that unable to?”

“Bail over Mantel, and ditch into the grimm. There is a light at the end of this tunnel, and it's not a fucking train.”

[sweettoothvn]

What's "Atleans" ?

Sentient cognitive Bodross

Ex. Noble is a rabbit gilvan. Gilvan is his species and are known as Bodross; but because he can walk, think, and unfortunately speak- he’s an Atlean.

The opposite of this are Brivans. Non-cognitive, non- verbal, nor intellectual, just animals.

Ex: Hellhounds.

[klavender]

ohhhh. actually. fully a service top klav truther ok that's just facts but listen actually he deserves a pillow princess arc. pre klapollo he's dealing with his atlean grief and trauma so he just goes and gets railed about it. he doesn't wanna suck dick he doesn't wanna fuck anyone he just wants to get his mind blown night after night and he fucking deserves it