#Electronic Wave Humanoid Tackle

[chernobog13]

Tackle (Alice Hirose) effortlessly subdues Wasp Woman (Nao Oikawa) in Kamen Rider x Kamen Rider W & Decade: Movie War 2010.

[showavheisei]

[heishovsreiwa]

[t-u-i-t-c]

kamen rider key chains

[gouram]

electronic wave humanoid tackle is a beautiful name for a baby girl

[funakounasoul]

Stronk-er (and Tackle!)

[seasonofthegeek]

Thank you so much to everyone who sent character requests! This was such a fun challenge and I’m excited to start work on the second one with more requests. I’d only drawn two of these characters before (and I’m only familiar with three of them!) so it definitely challenged me, haha. I have a hard time translating anime girls into my style but I’ll keep working on it!

Hera Syndulla (Star Wars) for @haveievermentioned

Tenya Iida (My Hero Academia) for @tresity

Multimouse (Miraculous) for @bowser14456

Electronic Wave Humanoid Tackle (Kamen Rider) for @fandomriderx-1

Fujiwara no Mokou (Touhou Project: Imperishable Night) for @luciferhimshelf

Keqing (Genshin Impact) for @1up-saga

I’m going to start on some of the other requests I received for the next one so feel free to send in others if you would like. I really enjoyed the diversity in requests! Thanks! :D

[jordangibson]

RIDE OR DIE ⚡️

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[dasha-aibo]

Virgin Miraculous Ladybug:

Ridiculous drawn-out will-they won't-they plot

Doesn't know her main love interests' secret identity

Cheap CGI animation

Villains who barely feature into the ongoing plot

Chad Electronic Wave Humanoid Tackle:

Glorious live-action practical effects

Iconic costume that's not just a leotard and a domino mask, effectively concealing her secret identity

Tragic death that effect the plot

First female Rider, no matter what Toei says

Knows her counterpart's secret identity, respects it

Ei! Ya! Tou!

[bettyfelon]

Happy 50th anniversary, Kamen Rider!

I might try to put together some new KR looks for Rider Week, but here are some of my favorite Kamen Rider style moments throughout the years~

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[asknarashikari]

Female Kamen Riders Save the Day.

by: Sawa Takigawa

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, under the leadership of inspector Daimon Rinko, has arrested the leader of a rising organization called Black Satan, Ms, Titan, who has terrorized Tokyo for the past few days.

The alliance between Kamen Riders Jeanne, Aguilerra, Kanon Spectre, Poppy, Tsukuyomi, Zero-Two, and Sabela has put a stop to the organization from rising from its ashes after their defeat years ago.

They had sought to infect people with mysterious bugs, of their creation, and manipulate the populace from behind the scenes.

"It all started with mysterious Electronic Waves that the client has brought to the Detective Agency. With everyone in the agency busy with another case, I took it upon myself to investigate the matter and gathered people who I know would have a lead on the mysterious electronic waves." Narumi Akiko, the detective chief of the Narumi Detective Agency shared.

"When the case was first brought to my attention, I immediately sent my secretary, Izu, to help them in any way possible, I had to fly to space on the day they gathered, that's all I really know." Hiden Aruto stated amicably.

"I knew it was pipopapu trouble when the doctors and I was sent to investigate the matter." Karino Asuna, Kamen Rider Poppy shared amicably.

A rescue operation was then held at the castle the Kamen Riders had confronted Ms. Titan in, led by AIM's Kamen Rider Valkyrie, Yaiba Yua, to see if they had infected children and other people they had inducted to their cause.

Kamen Riders Jeanne and Aguilerra hasn't given any comment regarding the incident as of writing this article.

Thankfully other than the men in full gear, who were later found out to be previous kidnap victims of various underground organizations, and the woman who took the identity of Electronic Wave Humanoid Tackle's black version, there were no other victims of the organization Black Satan's figure head, Ms Titan.

Black Satan had faced defeat under the hands of Kamen Rider Stronger in the 1970s.

Female Kamen Riders Save the Day.

Female Kamen Riders Save the Day.

Rinko's not actually from the TMPD, she's assigned to the Toriizaka Police Station :)) Also, it seems like Sawa was investigating the matter on her own already, since she was the one who hired out the Narumi Detective Agency. Akiko was the one who recruited the other lady Riders to assist her, except for Kanon who was also investigating independently.

Izu most likely heard about the case from Yua. Though apparently she seems to have come into contact with George as well, since she had those two Vistamps for Sakura and Hana to use.

[chernobog13]

The angelic Alice Hirose as Tackle (or, more properly, Electronic Wave Humanoid Tackle), from Kamen Rider x Kamen Rider W & Decade: Movie War 2010.

[showavheisei]

WINNERS LIST

Here our are results

Tackle (81.026) - Winner! (Showa Winner!)

Fourze (63.98) - 2nd Place! (Heisei Winner!)

OOO (59.027) - 3rd Place!

W (55.974) - 4th Place!

Ex-Aid (49.98) - 5th Place!

Nigou/2 (49.01)

Ghost (48.98)

Ryuki (44.01)

Faiz (42.018)

Gay (41.026)

Den-O (38.01)

Ichigou/1/Kamen Rider (37.99)

Kuuga (36.015)

Wizard (35.002)

Amazon (34.02)

Shin (33)

Decade (30.008)

Build (29.274)

Blade (27.019)

Hibiki (19.992)

Crowning for THIS blog, Electronic Wave Humanoid Tackle the most popular Kamen Rider of Showa VS Heisei 2023!

BUT WE'RE NOT DONE

You may wonder why I took the top five, rather than top three! These winners will be continuing their fights for humanity against the Five Main Reiwa Riders

To take part in the new competiton, please follow sister blog HeishoVSReiwa!

I look forward to seeing you all there! #TackleSweep

[heishovsreiwa]

Kamen Rider Geats spoilers below!

So far we've been posting the competition as normal, unspoilered - but this contains Kamen Rider Geats' FINAL FORM. Only click past this spoiler if you want to see it early!

[princess-of-the-corner]

While looking up information on Ladybugs in the past after Pharaoh, Alya comes across reports from Japan about a Ladybug active in the mid-70's--the Electronic Wave Humanoid Tackle. Crossovers ensue.

Sounds chaotic!

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In the Spirit of the Season - Chapter 4 of 4

In the Spirit of the Season - Chapter 4 of 4

(Previous Chapter)

Word Count: 1,414 (Total Word Count: 7,321) Read on AO3

And we’ve made it! The final chapter of my @voltronsecretsanta2k18 fic for @narts-art! Enjoy!

Over the coming days, things were better regarding Keith. Not perfect, but better.

He still spent too much time on the training deck, and he still didn’t eat enough, and he still was too quiet when he joined the group to grease up an abandon series of hallways to demonstrate how sledding worked, or to make paper snowflakes and paper chains to decorate the castle.

But, quiet though he was, he was there. He joined in on the activities without needing to be physically dragged, and once or twice Pidge even caught hom smiling.

And really, that was even more than she could have hoped for.

The night before the day that they had assigned to be their Christmas, Pidge pulled an all-nighter in one of the ship’s computer labs, trying to hone their radars in on a distant signal that seemed significant but not quite managing to calibrate them just the way she needed to.

She had conked out at some point during the night, and woken up with the imprints of button labels on her cheek from where she had wound up laying her head, and decided she may as well take a break for breakfast. So, with a yawn and a stretch, she got up and made her way to the kitchen.

Hunk was the only one there when she arrived, and he was busying himself drying a stack of recently-washed dishes on the counter. Pidge slipped past him to get into the fridge, pulling out a cup of what she recognized as an Altean snack that tasted like sort of an unexpectedly bland midpoint between yogurt and gelatin, and she nodded toward the dishes as she grabbed a spork and started digging in. “Guess I missed breakfast?” she asked.

“Yep,” Hunk answered. “And as a bonus, you missed lunch.”

“Seriously?”

“There’s leftovers, if you want those.”

“I’ll heat ‘em up later,” Pidge said. She raised a brow as Hunk turned, and she just now noticed the apron he was wearing. It was a spotless ivory-white, like new, and there was an elaborate embroidery on the front depicting the Yellow Lion mid-flight. “Where the heck did you get that?” she asked, pointing to it.

Hunk smiled down at the apron. “You like it? Coran gave it to me this morning. Made it himself. Turns out he was my Secret Santa.”

The bite of food in Pidge’s mouth went down the wrong pipe, leaving her coughing until Hunk thumped her on the back and she spat out, “Crap, that was today?!”

“Did you forget to make a present?” Hunk asked with a frown.

“No, no, but I forgot to leave the present out this morning! Damn it, Allura must think no one got her anything! I’m a terrible Santa!”

“Hey, hey, relax,” Hunk said. “I think Coran and I were the only ones who’ve already given out their presents this morning. You have the rest of the day.”

Pidge sighed in relief. “Oh, thank God. For a moment there, I thought – well, you know what I thought.” She set her food aside and dropped her spork into the sink. “I’m gonna go grab it now so I don’t forget.”

“Come back whenever you’re hungry,” Hunk said, waving her away.

Pidge hastened to her room, intending to grab the necklace she had made to go deliver it to Allura’s room. When she arrived and turned on the light, however, she found herself jumping back with a yelp at the sight of a humanoid shape sitting up on her bed.

Instinctively her hand darted to her side in search of her bayard, but at a second glance at the figure, she stopped, letting her hand go limp. In a stunned silence she stepped forward for a closer look.

The figure was around her own size. Legs made of old rubber tubing dangled over the side of the bed, leading up to a torso outfitted with green and white scrap paper assembled to resemble her usual shirt, with sporks sticking out of the paper sleeves like hands. An empty jug was fitted above the collar, topped with the overturned plumage of a large brown featherduster acting as hair. Pipe cleaner glasses covered bottlecap eyes, and a line of fruit stems arced across the face in a broad smile.

A tag was fitted to a tong on one of the sporks, but Pidge didn’t need to read it to know who her Secret Santa had been.

She snatched the necklace up from her desk, and pocketed it, reminding herself to drop it off soon. But there was something else she had to do first.

Keith’s room was in the next hallway over, and he had left his door unlocked, so it slid open when Pidge pressed the button outside it with its usual electronic hiss. Keith, towel slung over his shoulders post-training, because of course he had just come back from training, was sitting on the floor beside his bed, on which sat a long tray of red velvet cookies, with icing on them spelling out, one letter per cookie, MERRY CHRISTMAS EITH! The ‘K’ was currently in Keith’s hand, half-eaten.

Keith looked up as Pidge entered, and he gestured with a tilt of his head toward the cookies. “Do you want one?” he asked. Pidge didn’t say anything, so he continued. “Uh, Hunk made them. For the Secret Santa thing. I don’t know how he managed to make red velvet. Or how he knew I liked it – I think I mentioned it, like, once, in passing, but…”

“Hunk’s got a good memory for stuff like that,” Pidge said. “Keith, your… your present.”

“Mm-hm?”

“You made Trash Pidge.”

Keith nodded slightly, a hint of a smile playing out on his face. “Yeah. Yeah, I, uh… it’s just, when you – when you showed me the, uh, the Trash Paladins, I just thought – I mean, it kinda, it – it meant a lot, see, and I thought, you know, um, Trash Keith could use another friend, and – and it would make sense to have the whole trash family together, so, um…” He trailed off, his smile fading as he watched Pidge. “Is – is that okay? For a gift? I wasn’t sure – look, I can make something else if you don’t like – ”

He didn’t have time to finish the sentence before he was being tackle-hugged, Pidge having practically flown across the room and only narrowly avoiding squishing his cookies. “Don’t be an idiot,” she said, voice muffled as her face was pressed into Keith’s shoulder. “I love it. I love my Trash Pidge.”

Keith sagged in relief as he breathed out a sigh. “Oh. Good. Sorry, this is – this is my first time doing this sort of thing. A gift exchange, I mean.”

Pidge sat up, beaming at him. “Well, you should do them more often. You’re good at them.” She sat back onto the floor, letting her smile soften as she took him up on his earlier offer and took the exclamation-point cookie from the tray. “So you liked the Trash Keith? It meant that much to you?”

“Well, yeah,” Keith said. “Yeah, of course it did. It was – it’s like – ” He dropped his gaze to the cookie in his hands as he continued softly. “It’s a nice feeling, that someone actually, like… missed me. That’s never… that doesn’t happen, not really. Like, in the past, even when people say they’re going to keep in touch and stuff, they, um… I’ve just, like, never been important enough to – I – and then you made that thing, and – and it was like, it was physical evidence that someone actually – that you – ”

His voice began to shudder, and Pidge rapidly shook her. “No, no, nuh-uh, you’re not allowed to start crying on me, Kogane. Because if you start crying, then empathy’s gonna happen and I’m going to have no choice but to start crying, and then somewhere in the castle Coran’s feelings sense is gonna start tingling and he’ll start crying, and it’s just going to be a big ugly mess, so don’t you dare – ”

“I’m not crying,” Keith said, right before he sniffled, and Pidge could see his watery eyes through his overlong bangs.

“Holy hell, Keith, you are the worst goddamn liar of all time,” Pidge mumbled. She pulled her glasses off to wipe at her own eyes before leaning back in to resume their earlier hug. “Still – Merry Christmas, Keith.”

“Merry Christmas, Pidge,” Keith whispered back.