#Ballistics performance

[rypulmedia]

My AAC Ammunition Review WIth 6 Different Firearms

Did you know the average American shooter uses over 9 billion rounds of ammo each year? This shows how much people need reliable, top-notch ammo. As someone who loves guns, I’ve tested many types of ammo. Today, I’m sharing my detailed review of AAC ammo with six different guns. Last year, I fired about 800 rounds of AAC 140gr bullets through an AR10. I tracked how well it performed, how accurate…

[kideternity]

I can and I will complain about X's lack of really any decent narrative but I shall ultimately forgive it because it really had Tachibana as the dad who Stepped The Fuck Up and be like such an integral secondary trusted character for Keisuke, who compared to the riders before him has really no like “partner” equivalent (Kiriko could have been. If the writers were nicer to women). X is really just The Keisuke And Tachibana happy fun time hour and I can’t really get mad about that

[fallloverfic]

"Nimona" comic audio dramatization

More people should listen to the Nimona audiobook/dramatization (4 October 2016) (this is a preview featuring Jonathan Davis as Ballister Blackheart and Rebecca Soler as Nimona):

There's another preview and links to buy here. A lot of libraries also have copies of it if you wanna see if it's available that way.

Mini cast list:

Narrator: Peter Bradbury

Nimona: Rebecca Soler

Lord Ballister Blackheart: Jonathan Davis

Sir Ambrosius Goldenloin: Marc Thompson

The Director: January LaVoy

Dr. Meredith Blitzmeyer: Natalie Gold

Rudy: David Pittu

[evilvillain123456789]

i think it's fine to show up a little buzzed for work, but only if it's the kind of work that doesn't require the full use of your faculties. like if all you do all day is routine coronary angioplasties, or you're just performing the same route motions on a ballistics assembly line, fine! show up with a flask on your hip and take sips in your down time. but if you're running the griddle at waffle house you need to sober the fuck up and lock the fuck in.

[ikjun]

7, 12, 19, 27, 42, 58 !!! 💿

here for the deeds !!!! 🤍🤍🤍

7: dua lipa - love again

12: infinite - the chaser

19: fall out boy - fake out

27: maisie peters - watch

42: ateez - halazia

58: ateez - i'm the one (heat-topping version)

send me a number between 1-100 and i tell you what my spotify wrapped song is!

[invoncible]

MARK GRAYSON & popstar!girly!reader ✧˚.

i know this might be a stretch of a concept but stay with me guys also request invincible stuff because i wanna write for this show so bad 😩

— your music career is sabrina carpenter coded.  — this is a hc set based on my long form fic that’s in drafts ... scared to post lol

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mark who was first introduced to you through eve and william, who both liked your music. did you see those lady 'yaya' posters in william's dorm? yeah. william collected vinyls and mark just happened to be over when yours arrived. 

mark who starting crushing like crazy the moment the william unboxed the visuals. you just gave these out to anyone? for free ($80)? looking like that? you looked like a doll.

mark who bought your vinyl for himself, too. no, he didn't he have a vinyl player.

mark who stalked your youtube page as soon as he got home and binged all your performance. followed all your social media accounts. he didn’t tell anyone you were his new guilty pleasure, not even william. 

mark who almost exploded when he recognized you in school. his school. your dad dumped some money into the community and you somehow convinced him to attend. just for fun, since you’d already completed high school in homeschooling. 

mark who tried to downplay his interest and convince himself that you were a celebrity crush, not an actual crush like… amber, per se.

mark who saved you in costume once and had to listen to you fangirl over invincible the next day. the way you fawned over his alter ego made his heart skip a beat and he wanted to jump up and declare himself right then and there :(

mark who closed himself off from you and your influences when he started dating amber. and while he enjoyed himself and really loved his time with amber, he wasn't all in. before long, he and amber broke up.

mark who felt like everything was right in the world when he finally allowed himself to grow closer to you. you were so sweet, sickeningly so, and he couldn't get enough. for someone that was exposed to the crazy and brutal side of life almost everyday, it felt good to turn his brain off and sink into your pink fluffy sheets while listening to you hum and do your hair.

mark who was your prime model for face masks. he took all your fashion advice.

mark who listened to you rant about what all the media outlets were saying about you and about all of the weird, creepy fans who didn't understand boundaries. he promised he'd always be there to protect you.

mark who was terrified of your father. if you were lottie, your father was big daddy la bouf. spoiled the living hell out of you, but you were the opposite of bratty. the first time he met your dad, he felt very small. but your father saw how happy mark made you, and that was enough reason for him to let him hang around.

mark who was supposed to spend the night. you finally convinced your dad to forego the bodyguard for the night since mark was staying in with you. but mark had to cancel for hero stuff, snapping at you when you called and begged him to come home—you were scared. he was sure you were just anxious for not having your usual staff at your disposal, you'd be fine.

mark who went numb when he heard you'd been kidnapped by a stalker. then went ballistic trying to find you.

mark who arrived a little too late when he saw you'd been... altered by the sick mind who snatched you from the comfort of your own home. you're unconscious as he carries you back home and he can't stop blaming himself.

bro idk i hate this but i literally can't stop thinking about it

[delilahsturniolo]

singer!reader “arresting” photographer!matt during her concert

read more of this au here!

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. do not take inspiration without asking permission first. happy reading! :)

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your affectionate smile beamed through the stadium as you finished performing one of your many songs on the setlist for your tour. the crowd was absolutely electric, making your heart melt.

you laughed into the microphone, tucking a piece of hair behind your ears. matt stood in front of the barricade, his camera clicking as he captured the perfect photo of you mid laugh. you were so beautiful to him, as obsessive as he seemed he couldn’t control it. you were just a few feet away from him too, which drove him insane.

you began to speak into the microphone. “hey, ladies..can you come here? i think i see my future husband in the crowd.” your backup dancers came beside you, one of them holding pink fuzzy handcuffs.

matt was taken aback, you were looking at him when you said that. the both of you locked eyes for a few moments before you spoke up again.

“you see him right there ladies? black shirt…camera..” matt felt his heart flutter, looking you up and down. you knew exactly what you were doing to him.

the lights on the stage flashed red and blue as a siren sound played throughout the stadium. the camera panned to matt, showing how flustered he looked.

you giggled into the microphone. “excuse me…you’re under arrest for being too hot.” you teased, crouching on stage and making direct eye contact with matt, who winked at you.

“what’s your name?” you asked him.

“matthew!” he shouted so you could hear. you nodded, smiling.

“matthew..” you repeated in a rather flirty tone, getting up and standing next to your backup dancers.

“i’m thinking so many thoughts about you that i probably shouldn’t be thinking, you’re just so attractive and—oh my gosh my clothes are falling off!” you stepped out of your skirt, your backup dancer helping you. now, you were in your blue shimmery bodysuit, that had a kiss mark just below your boob.

in your peripheral vision, you saw the flash of matt’s camera go off as he took a photo of you stepping out of your “fallen off” skirt.

the instrumental to your song began, you took the fuzzy pink handcuffs and crouched down by where matt was.

“why don’t you take these for me mr. photographer?” you handed the cuffs to the security guard who gave them to matt.

matt was a giddy and blushing mess as he accepted the handcuffs, making eye contact with you again.

“this song’s for you, matthew.” you winked at him, watching as he swung around the cuffs in one hand and held his camera firmly in the other. you began to perform your song.

matt watched you, as fans in the crowd went absolutely ballistic over the short interaction between you two.

matt watched you dance on stage, the camera panning to him every now and then, gauging his reactions.

his camera clicked as he took a few more photos of you, for your social media… and maybe he’d keep a few for himself?

© delilahsturniolo

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[dollyswishingwell]

throws s coin in da wishing well.. heheh… I WISSH.. WISSSHHHHH.. lads boys with a reader whos in an idol group? bouncing up all over the stage in cute outfits and singing happily as the crowd cheers.. bonus points if they didn’t know because they arent in the idol scene lol :D

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ J-pop

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ fluff, i tried my best yall, i did this with a jpop idol in mind, i do have requests for kpop so that’ll be soon

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ The boys with a J-pop idol reader

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

OH he knew.

He knew before you did. Idol? Popstar? Baby girl bouncing in glitter heels on a glowing stage? He manifested that.

He’s already drawn 500 fanart illustrations of you. Runs a secret art blog under a pseudonym where he lovingly analyzes your costume designs.

One time, he came to your show in full glam with a fanlight, headband, and face stickers. He cried during your solo stage. Security tried to remove him. He said “I am the husband. I am not leaving.”

“LOOK at her!! She did the little hip pop!! She winked!! She is divine!!!”

He brings you flowers after every concert. Sneaks into dressing rooms. Tells your makeup team how to contour your blush better. Demands your new solo be titled “Princess of My Heart (Rafayel’s Cutie Edition).”

One time he went ballistic on a gossip site that said your vocals were “okay but not strong” and started an internet war that trended #1 for three days.

“SHE’S AN ANGEL. SAY IT. SAY IT LOUDER.”

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

He had no clue. Thought you worked in “the music industry” in like… an admin or assistant role. You did mention late-night practices and costume fittings, but he just assumed you were some kind of production manager.

So when a patient’s daughter is watching a performance on her tablet and he glances over during rounds only to see YOU, glitter-streaked and bouncing around in thigh-highs and a pink puff mini dress—

“…What.”

He does not blink for a full ten seconds.

“Is that, excuse me. Pause that. Rewind. What’s the name of that group?”

He goes into full private investigator mode. Comes home that night stone-faced. You’re like “hi honey!!” and he deadpans:

“You. On the stage. The sparkles. The outfit. Was that… you?”

He is so betrayed and confused but also deeply stunned that you’re that girl. The crowd chanting your name. The fan cams. The high ponytail whip. You.

You catch him watching a 12-minute fancam of you performing “Honey Prism Jetstar” while cross-referencing your tour dates with your “practice nights.”

He’s not mad. He’s just flustered. And now… a little obsessed.

“So when you told me you ‘had rehearsals’… you were actually preparing to drop-kick into a glitter cannon in front of 20,000 people. Hm. Good to know.”

He won’t tell you this, but he bought all your merch the next day.

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

He actually does know what idols are… just not this kind. He thought you were doing “celestial melody offerings” or “aether-channeling dances.”

So when he catches you live on a massive city billboard in a hyper-cute outfit with bubble fonts that say “CATCH THE SPARK!! TOUR STARTS NOW!!” he just stares blankly at the screen for a full minute.

“…That is not spiritual dancewear.”

Suddenly he’s like an alien studying Earth pop culture. He sits down with a furrowed brow and watches every single one of your performances, slowly realizing this is not some divine ritual, this is an industry. A very sparkly one.

“I saw you do three mid-air jumps, three spins, and wink at the crowd. Did you… train for combat? Or was that purely to be adorable?”

He becomes your weirdest, most affectionate hype man. Has no idea what’s going on but claps every time you twirl. Thinks your bunny-ear hoodie is a “symbol of power.”

Insists on walking you to practice like some bodyguard husband.

“If anyone touches you backstage, I will vaporize them.”

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

You once said you were in “entertainment.” He assumed you meant like… background investor or studio executive.

Until one of his underlings nervously drops a report file with your idol trading card sticking out of it.

“…What the hell is this.”

Cue Sylus stopping the entire meeting and storming off to his office, pulling up every video, clip, and fan page. There you are, smiling so sweetly, throwing heart signs. You even winked into the camera. His girl. Acting all sweet and innocent on a Jumbotron.

He. Is. Shocked.

“You’ve been out there singing songs about ‘candy rainbows’ while I’m out here managing arms deals? In what world?!”

Cue instant ownership mode. He shows up to your concert in an all-black suit and dark shades like some VIP villain boss backstage. Refuses to sit in the crowd.

You run off stage, breathless and giddy, and he just crosses his arms, unimpressed:

“You forgot to tell me you were famous. I don’t like surprises.”

But you catch him replaying your slow-motion twirl like 37 times and smiling to himself.

He now owns your entire photocard collection in a gold-edged binder.

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

He doesn’t have social media. Doesn’t follow trends. Just thought you liked “dancing and working out with friends.”

One day, your face gets projected 300ft tall onto the Skyhaven Tower to advertise your upcoming world tour. He happens to be inside the building. Mid-meeting. Sees you spinning with a sparkling mic and doing that adorable little “chu~” pose.

“…Excuse me.”

He walks out of his own briefing.

Finds your official channel. Watches every performance in dead silence.

The next time he sees you, he doesn’t say anything for a full minute. Just stands there, arms crossed, giving you this intense look.

“That crowd… was cheering your name. Are they always that loud?”

He starts accompanying you to every live event with a straight face. Secretly terrifying your manager. Wears his uniform. Refuses to sit unless he can be front row.

If a fan so much as yells too loud, he tenses.

“Why are they yelling. That’s too close.”

At home he’s soft about it. You’re bouncing around in your costume and he just tugs you onto his lap.

“You looked cute, pips. You always do.”

[ilivelikeimtrying]

I can't tell you how much I need this.

OK. The Ballet comics AU I didn't knew I need. A redraw and some lore soon!!

[the-most-humble-blog]

🖠 THE DAY KRYPTONIAN SATAN AND TWO DEMONS CAME TO EARTH (The darkest day in cinematic history — and your dad still won’t talk about it.)

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You don’t remember fear. You remember Marvel villains in eyeliner crying about their feelings. You remember purple raisins yeeting daughters off cliffs for a glitter rock. You remember brooding TikTok gods giving TED Talks before swinging.

But fear? Real fear?

It wore vinyl. Walked through the White House. And told your species to shut the fck up.*

Zod. Ursa. Non. They didn’t invade. They descended.

They weren’t "bad guys." They were Kryptonian wrath given bone structure.

They didn't want power. They wanted compliance. They wanted posture.

And they came dressed for funeral domination.

💸 ZOD: SATAN WITH A HAIRCUT

Zod wasn’t a villain. He was a fascist prophet with laser eyes and god issues.

He didn’t conquer. He corrected. He didn’t want your city. He wanted your resistance—deleted.

"Kneel."

It wasn’t a threat. It was a final instruction.

He didn’t monologue. He judged. He didn’t perform. He executed.

He made you understand that your entire species was a typo.

💅 URSA: EROTIC DEATH INCARNATE

Ursa didn’t seduce. She noticed.

She scanned a room like a panther deciding which vertebrae to step on.

She was the weaponized sexuality of divine judgment — beauty not for pleasure, but for penance.

Her silence wasn't flirtation. It was a death sentence wrapped in lipstick.

She didn’t raise her voice because she didn’t need to. You heard it in your lungs.

🧷 NON: NECK-SNAPPING SILENCE

Non didn’t speak. He breathed judgment.

He was autism-coded annihilation — not because of trope, but because he was pure elemental will.

He didn’t grunt for attention. He grunted because your fear was taking too long.

Non was the final question:

What if Frankenstein’s monster loved no one, and hit like a ballistic missile with daddy issues?

He snapped spines like glowsticks. And didn’t understand why the crowd was screaming.

⚔️ THE PHANTOM ZONE WASN’T PRISON

It was an ethical loophole. The only place you send gods you’re too afraid to kill.

They didn’t get locked up. They got sealed in myth.

The Phantom Zone wasn’t a timeout. It was a quarantine dimension for judgment incarnate.

We didn’t open it. We punched a hole through it with curiosity and arrogance.

And three wrath avatars floated through. Wearing vinyl. And no patience.

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💥 SUPERMAN DIDN’T FIGHT THEM. HE REMOVED THEM.

Clark didn’t debate. He didn’t plea.

He unmade.

Zod didn’t beg. He commanded.

And Superman crushed Zod’s hand, lifted him like judgment incarnate, and broke his fcking neck against the fortress wall with the American flag watching.*

Not because it was tactical. But because Zod made Martha Kent scared to look at the sky.

Clark erased that feeling with his fists.

He ended them not as a hero. But as a son.

And he did it with god-tier Kansas rage.

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🦖 THIS IS WHY YOUR DAD TURNED IT OFF

He didn’t say why. He didn’t need to.

Because real fear isn’t jump scares. It’s existential humility.

It’s watching something enter the room and realizing you’re not the apex species anymore.

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📊 MODERN VILLAINS COULD NEVER

They get:

Spotify playlists

Sad monologues

Emotionally supportive armor

TikTok edits

Therapy wolves

Zod didn’t need a backstory. He was the end of yours.

🚨 TL;DR

Zod wasn’t a villain. He was a precision fascism virus with abs.

Ursa wasn’t hot. She was sex-coded extinction with warpaint.

Non wasn’t strong. He was tactile obliteration.

Superman didn’t win. He deleted the threat. And barely survived doing it.

🔥 CALL TO ACTION

🔁 Reblog if you remember when villains actually scared you 🩸 Save if “kneel” still echoes in your spine ⚡ Share if Thanos never made you clench 🕏 Bookmark if you still don’t trust vinyl trenchcoats

⚖️ BLACKSITE LITERATURE™ NOTICE

This is cinematic villain scripture, mythic terror cadence, and pop culture trauma commentary protected under Blacksite doctrine, dark satire, and artistic apocalypse license.

If you’re offended:

They wouldn’t have heard your scream.

🔁Reblog to keep my signal to mankind going strong.

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[yuriartillery]

how does yuri artillery acquire targeting solutions i've been deathly curious

it's simple, i either pick or recieve a location on a map and a time that the shells should land. from that information i calculate several ballistic trajectories based on the distance and terrain as well as any confounding factors like wind and notify the batteries of the firing schedule. spotters then report back to me in the rare event that i missed, at which point i would perform some corrections and order a second barrage. there's also usually barely enough time to jerk off onto the barrel while its still hot

[historyofguns]

The article "100 Years of the .270 - The Armory Life" by Wayne van Zwoll explores the enduring popularity and performance of the .270 Winchester cartridge, introduced in 1925 and celebrating its centenary. Known for its flat trajectory and powerful performance, the .270 Winchester has been a favorite among hunters, outperforming many other "deer cartridges" and providing a balance of speed and manageable recoil. Initially, the .270's reception was lukewarm, with limited press coverage and mixed user experiences due to variable bullet performance. However, it gained significant popularity over time, supported by influential endorsements such as those from Outdoor Life's Jack O'Connor. The article details the Springfield Armory Model 2020 Waypoint rifle, a modern platform that exemplifies the .270's continued relevance, with its advanced design allowing shooters to achieve impressive accuracy with both handloaded and factory ammunition. The Springfield Model 2020 Waypoint offers features that enhance its functionality and shooting comfort, including a carbon-fiber barrel, a precise trigger, and specific design enhancements for improved accuracy and reduced recoil. These attributes combine to maintain the .270 Winchester as a sought-after choice not only for its rich history but also for its high performance in contemporary hunting and shooting sports.

[klysanderelias]

Awright, second half of the day went way better. Checked into the hotel, went on a 2-and-change mile run, felt much less like tearing off my own skin. The party at the bar was much better too - smaller group, less ambient noise, and I hadn't been in a car for 5+ hours right beforehand. Also was not squeezed into a booth with too many other people.

awright, woof. That was a little rough, but we made it through. Always really awkward when I spend more time talking to the waitress than I do anyone else at the 18-person table I'm seated at.

Good news is, this should be the second worst part of it over, so that's nice.

[discommunicator]

Stitch Witch Fynka, Blight Witch Linzi

Fynka is a surgeon and craftsperson who can perform an exceptional surgical operation with her ghostly sewing skill, for both the living and the inanimate. Since she is a giant living plush doll by herself she doesn't need entrails but tends to have a hand-made one, often changing their design on a whim

Linzi is one of the two pathologists in hexweaver society who solely covers the general vegetation of Wrongworld. While the other one is known for utilizing her own flesh to brew miraculous elixirs for people, Linzi is famous for her feat of mechanical engineering and ballistics, effectively synthesizing and mass-spraying her remedies for plants from afar

[the-rodent-gentleman]

With another tale to spin.

So many days spent working on this...and it was worth it.

A lineup of the main cast for a Talespin reboot set in the 1990s. I had to do quite a bit of research into the fashion trends of that decade to ensure everyone fit in. To be frank, I'm impressed with how easily (almost) all of them take to the aesthetic.

As for how this sort of reboot would work as a show, I have a few loose concepts I might consider posting in the near future, both for reimaginings of classic episodes as well as crossover events, considering I envision this taking place a few decades before the events of the 2017 Ducktales reboot.

Here's some information on what they'd be like along with my thought processes on the character designs from left to right:

Baloo von Bruinwald - Papa Bear here wasn't particularly hard to pin down. I just had to jazz up his wardrobe a bit with a jacket and glasses, really. If I could pick VAs in real life, I'd go with James Monroe Iglehart because not only does he have that deep bouncy voice that invokes the perfect blend of devil-may-care and warmheartedness (Lance Strongbow from Tangled: The Series) but the man can also sing (Asmodeus from Helluva Boss), something we should have gotten more from Baloo in the original Talespin. Besides, it'd be interesting and fun to explore a Baloo with black coding on top of the German ancestry the original Talespin gave him as well as his original Indian heritage from the Jungle Book.

Rebecca Cunningham - Now Becky here definitely got the biggest makeover in terms of redesign. As much as I don't mind her original look, it really needed her personality and VA's performance to do all the heavy-lifting and felt like a product of the time. That's why I decided to depict her and Molly as Plains Cree (hence the added ponytail), not merely for the sake of diversity but to help introduce conflicts that feel genuine and less forced with a nonwhite-coded character. As for voices, Deedee Magno-Hall would work well as her time as Pearl on Steven Universe shows she can do motherly figures but also depict that neuroticism that's key to Rebecca's character flaws.

Bagheera - Yes, that's right. Baloo's original spouse is here like he deserves! Like any rebooter worth their salt, I had to figure out how he'd fit into the universe, especially since I want to incorporate his friendship with Baloo and the other Jungle Book characters - so I decided to make him a former S.H.U.S.H. agent who now works as Higher for Hire's second pilot. There'd be a whole arc centered around him having to confront his past because of F.O.W.L. causing trouble and everything. Now for his design, I decided to go for simple by giving him a very "dorky dad" look as way of making him seem unassuming. Personally, I'd pick Riz Ahmed (Ballister Boldheart from Nimona) as the VA as I headcanon Talespin Bagheera to be Indian-Pakistani. Plus, Ahmed is a dedicated rapper and the idea of Bagheera dropping a diss-track is just too good an idea to pass up.

Shere Khan - Nothing changed. Aside from the flower and cane, nothing about this man changed at all. Really, it's stupefying how little formal business attire has changed between the 30s and 90s. So, I added in an orange gerbera (a symbol of strength and resilience) and a badass cane for extra flavor. I also headcanon him as Chinese-Indian by the way, so make of that what you will. Now while I know none can truly replace Tony Jay, I believe Christopher Judge (Kratos from God of War 2018 and Ragnarok) would come pretty dang close on account of his intimidatingly booming voice and the way he delivers dry wit.

Don Karnage - As time consuming as he was (the teeth especially), I think Karnage's redesign is by far my favorite. Something about him in that flowing coat with the open chest fur just works. In terms of lore, Don Karnage would stay more or less the same, albeit he'd be like that old man struggling with all the doohickeys cropping up. He'd be voiced by John Leguizamo (Sid from Ice Age and Bruno from Encanto) who can do surprisingly good villains, like in Violent Night, yet can still come off as hilarious.

Wildcat - To be honest, I'm not entirely sure if I'm OK with the look I gave him, but I do like the idea of Wildcat rocking a beanie, so I'll keep him this way for now. Other than that, I'd prefer to keep Wildcat as much of an enigma in terms of backstory as the show did, just to preserve that sense of amiable chaos he's so good at bringing. By the way, I'd let his original VA Pat Fraley keep voicing him cuz if it ain't broke don't fix it.

Molly Cunningham - Other than giving her pants longer legs and getting rid of the bow, Molly's not too different. The most noteworthy detail I added would be the cuff bracelet on her wrist. I based it off of this trinket posted on Facebook a while back based on traditional Plains Cree beadwork since I figured that'd be easier for me to draw. For a VA, I'd give her Dani Chambers (Molly from Epithet Erased and Becky Blackbell from Spy x Family) since she's pretty good with voicing cute yet sassy young girls. Kit Cloudkicker - Ah Kit, the one the Ducktales reboot did so unnecessarily dirty. Not to worry, he's still as much of an aviation prodigy here as ever. Besides, it'd be far more interesting to explore a Kit who tries too hard to instead emulate Rebecca, even if unintentionally, to the point of burnout. As for his fit here, I simply switched out his beloved sweater for a nice two-toned jacket. For voices, I'd go with Justine Lee (Ken Amada from Persona 3: Reload) who can pull off sounding like a young spirited boy quite well. Simon Zhong - The only original character in this lineup. Ya'll who follow me might recognize him from all my Kit x Simon art. He's mainly here to serve as a nice chaotic counter to Bagheera (the two of them will parallel Baloo and Kit naturally) as well as a living bridge to potential conflicts with F.O.W.L. I decided to give him a grunge look since black is so prominent in his design, not to mention a Pac Man ghost shirt to hint at his fixation on video games. If he were to be a character in a real-life reboot, despite being pretty laconic, I'd go with Charlene Yi (Ruby from Steven Universe and Chloe from We Bare Bears) since she's got that crackling voice that has its own unique charm.

Louie - Yeah, I gave the main man the Florida treatment. Honestly, I think he looks even better this way. Aside from deeper lore on his history with Baloo and the other Jungle book characters, I wouldn't change much else about him. On that note, like with Wildcat, I'd stick with his original voice actor, Jim Cummings in this case.

Marcos - And now for the guest of honor. Say hello to Don Karnage's singing, prancy, and oh so theatrical nephew (who may or may not take over as captain one day). Because yes, yes this kid will in fact grow up to become the Don Karnage we see in the Ducktales reboot! Between an uncle who keeps berating him for "not acting like a real pirate" and a one-sided rivalry with his uncle's former protege, Kit, poor Marcos has quite the chip off his shoulder. In light of that, Alanna Ubach (Manny Rivera from El Tigre and Mamá Imelda from Coco - God, that woman has range) would be his VA as she can pull off voicing a bratty and overconfident Latino kid pretty well.

Overall, this would be a pretty stacked cast.

As for the background, I'd rather hold back on explaining that until I start posting some more of my concept art. But I'll give you a hint: Memphis style. And that's all ya'll are getting from me (for now).

Talespin, the Jungle Book movie, and all relevant characters belong to Disney. I only own Simon and the idea of this reboot.

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for someone who had pretty much no voice acting experience going into the movie I am so impressed with Eugene Lee Yang’s performance as Ambrosius. The way he delivered his lines was so good they’re constantly floating around my head like:

The softness in his voice when he says “they’re gonna love you, like I do,” is so sweet.

Just in general, the clear difference in his voice when he’s loudly commanding knights vs when he’s talking to Ballister alone. You can tell he feels so much softer and more comfortable around him through the way he talks

The entire inner monologue. the way it slowly ramped up to the point where he was screaming at the top of his lungs. It’s so funny and so sad at the same time

During the bar scene, the way that his voice breaks into a whisper when he says “arm” in “I’m sorry. For everything. For your arm,” like it sounds as if he can’t bring himself to say the word. Gives me chills

The way he says “he hates freestyle jazz” makes me giggle every time

“Because I love you.” GAH. You can FEEL THE DESPERATION AND THE SADNESS

He just nailed the characterization he was going for good job man