#heli blobbing

[tiodolma]

Galahad calling Lancelot "sir" before they went on a father-son monsterslaying boating trip, to calling Lancelot, "Fair sweet father" and then kissing his dad when he had to leave the ship make me so 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

That's character development, folks! 🥺😤🙌🏼

[junlordofeggs]

I found my old sketchbook from 2019

Some highlights:

Trist's old design, where he has more steampunk theming

THIS MONSTROSITY

And it's only downhill from here!

Friends hanging

Shape tower

Did I mention that I used to ship Heli x Macabre?

If Fresh and Trist had a role swap (back then he was young so this was less weird)

This absolute chaos of a page

Which I then need to break down because LMFAOOOOO

The text says "Give me my fucking legs back"

Tetra is forced to read badly written wattpad cublix fanfics

When the Tree of Life gives you lemons, followed by a little doodle by my niece that says "What did I just give birth to?"

Me when no legs

aaaaaaaawwwwwww blob

I need to draw current-day middle aged Fresh with cat ears

Some genderbends

Old Skye design

[ophieslibrary]

Okay so part 2 to this because I can’t stop thinking about it and also because @persephone-kore-law asked me to, and it made me happy that another person wanted me to continue onto that.

Word Count: ~1200

After the dust settled and everyone’s names were cleared, the normalcy you had craved, once again returned to your little family. You began to fall back into your routine. Brief. Go. Find your target, or sometimes take the target out. Debrief. Sometimes it took a little more than that, and sometimes one or more of you came back a little more battered and bruised than the last time. But overall? Normal. Exactly as you had hoped.

That is until the incident.

He was fine. He is fine. It was scary he could’ve died. But he didn’t.

You try to remain calm and to repeat this to yourself on the Heli, heading back to base from Urzikstan.

You had managed to secure Laswell after she had been taken on an OP in Spain. You and Captain had taken to the ground with Farrah’s troops to pursue the vehicle that held your CIA agent. Gaz and Nic were in the Heli, taking out enemy combatants from above and being ready for Exfil once Kate was secured. You volunteered to take to the ground with Price just so Kyle would still be in the Heli, to keep him off the ground, out of the direct line of fire. You thought you were doing the right thing.

Everything was fine, you were making good progress, making up a lot of ground. It was fine. and then it wasn’t. How were you supposed to know they had RPGs? You heard Nic tell out about the first one, but he managed to evade. You breathed out a sigh of relief only to gasp when a second missile took to the sky watching from the back of the truck you and Price had commandeered as the Heli was struck slightly, Nic not being able to fully evade it this time. It teetered like a log in a rushing river and then you saw the flailing blob of the Sergeant fall out from the chopper.

Nic managed to pull up just in time for Gaz to not smack into the hard earth below, getting caught a rope by some miracle. But that miracle was short lived as enemies now began firing on your vulnerable, upside down teammate.

Nic began screaming “Captain Gaz fell out!”

“Come again?”

“The Sergeant! He’s gone!”

“I’m not dead Nic! I’m hanging from a bloody rope- Pull up! Pull up!”

Nic cursed something in his native language but you didn’t need to understand it to know what he was saying. Holy shit. Gaz began swaying side to side to avoid being hit by vehicles and finally after what felt like hours of agony that truthfully lasted no longer than a minute. He cut himself down, and began the pursuit on the ground with the rest of you.

And now here you are. In a crudely patched up Heli. With your comrade, Captain, Kate, and Kyle. Kyle who could’ve died. Kyle who should’ve died. You still don’t know how he didn’t. You do, you saw what happened but your brain is having trouble catching up with your eyes. You can’t get the picture of his falling body out of your head. Every time you close your eyes, even to blink, it haunts you. His screaming, even if he had the situation under control, set every one of your nerve endings on fire.

He was fine. He is fine. It was scary he could’ve died. But he didn’t.

The heli lands and your rag tag groups heads to debrief and prepares for whatever news Laswell has on the missiles.

It isn’t until much later, days, weeks later even. That you are able to finally voice that you’ve been unable to sleep. That the guilt you feel for sending him up in that chopper has been eating you alive. You don’t admit it to Gaz of course. But to your mandated therapist. Everyone on the team has to see her. And it makes sense considering the shit you all see and walk through everyday.

“Have you told Sergeant Garrick about any of this?”

“No, no, he doesn’t need to hear about this. I’m sure he’s got his own stuff going on. Plus, he was fine. He is fine. It was scary he could’ve died. But he didn’t. So no reason to dig all this up for him again.”

“Hmm”

And you think that’s that. You told your shrink, you made it seem like you were dealing and you thought that was the end of it. Until Captain Price pulls you into his office with Gaz saying you were both mandated to a joint therapy session lasting no less than one hour.

“Do you know why you’re both here today?”

“Not a clue” Your teammate remarks.

You stay silent. You know what she wants from you. But you’re hard headed. You’re stubborn. You're a soldier who has been trained by the best of the best in the CIA. You can handle hours, weeks of torture and you would never speak. You stay silent.

“Hmm. Sergeant Garrick would you mind sharing your experience with the joint mission you had in Urzikstahn to get Kate Laswell back?”

And Kyle wastes not time telling the story from a tactical standpoint. He keeps it methodical, clinical, professional even. As if he was reciting his report of the OP.

“And can you go into detail about what you were feeling when you fell out of the helicopter?” She probes.

“I was terrified.” He whispers. Fine is the strong, sure voice from moments before. “I thought I was gonna die, I thought I had for a minute there. It messes with you thinking you're gonna die, accepting that, not dying, and then having to fight to stay alive. I can’t get it out of my head.”

You wish you could have kept the sob in. Or your tears back. But hearing Kyle admit that he was also struggling, that he was also fearful, somehow makes you feel better. Connected even. You feel bad of course that he’s struggling with this, but it validates your feelings to an extent.

You begin to tell him everything that’s been going through your head since the mission, all the sleepless nights, the guilt slowly eating you alive. After many tears, many many assurances, and a few glasses of water. Gaz and you promise to lean on each other as you both continue to work through the fears and feelings that mission brought on.

Losing a member of your family is something you never want to have to worry about again. Something you never want to have happen again. You're thankful to still have Gaz with you, and you know in time you’ll both heal together. Because that’s what family does, they help when needed and they pick each other up when they’re down. Your group may not be a conventional family, but it’s yours and that’s enough for you.

xx

Requests are: OPEN

A/N: I’m thinking about doing more in depth parts for all the boys, if you want me to lemme know and I’ll do it, if you hate this and don’t want me to, don’t tell me🙂

[aviatrix-ash]

Had to do some sheet metal riviting repairs late last night on one of the heli's seats. Ended up having to use this forbidden nacho cheese to glue the fabric back to the frame. Funny. Had to use this same stuff in the turbine section of some jet engines (by engineering design). It's some hardcore glue frfr.

I.. really should have worn my respirator when doing this, it's MEK based. Definitely could smell colors after an hour of painting big blobs of this stuff on.

[all-pacas]

in this episode of helen plays FW: we’re going to california babeyyyy

* MORLUND IS INVENTING HOT AIR BALLOONS * ARE THEY GOING TO OZ THEY’RE IN A HOT AIR BALLOON IN A TORNADO sdsdfdsgsdg * game over aloy’s dead uwu * oh alva is Interesting * WE ARE GOING TO TEdD’s BUNKER OH MY FUCKING GOD * I CALLED IT * I AM SO HAPPY * ersa and erend have an uncle named lorund. stern guy, blacksmith, real mad. * god the carja and quen would just hate eachother * GOING TO THEBES GOING TO THEBES GOING TO THEBES * i was going to say, there’s no way that ted would let elisabet into his bunker, BUT, it also would have been hilarious if the door WAS gene-coded to elisabet, like part of him was just HOPING she’d show up so he could deign to let her visit * ceo kind of has some of the helis deadeyes going DON’T LIKE HIM * by the way let’s talk about the fact that the quen name their leaders chief operating officer, like ceo wants in to thebes because he loves ted a lot, doesn’t he? * DID THEY GO FULL DEATH CULT * THEY WENT FULL DEATH CULT LET’S GO * CEO IS IN TED COSPLAY dgdfgdf * IS CEO A TED CLONE I’M CRYING * I AM CACKLING * ARE THEY PUTTING ALOY IN ELISABET COSPLAY * the quen are the worst but this is the funniest shit * aloy’s visceral discomfort i’m laughing so hard * elisabet’s stupid little cardigan thing hahahaha aloy clearly did not inherit her lack of fashion sense * THERE’S A STATUE OF TED * “so hey! this is weird!” fucking love aloy * we’re going to find ted lying dead on a bed surrounded by the bodies of his followers aren’t we * HE MUTATED HIMSELF INTO A ZOMBIE MONSTER * I’M CRYING THIS IS SO FUNNY * IS CEO GOING TO BE EATEN BY ZOMBIE BLOB TED FARO * DAMMIT CEO DIDN’T DIE * i am glad we never got to see blob ted, it’s so much funnier this way * CEO WAS CRUSHED TO DEATH BY TED'S STATUE HAND I AM LAUGHING SO HARD * god i actually  feel a little bad for all the stupid quen npc guards like HEY ASSHOLES RUN THE FLOOR IS LITERALLY LAVA * “you must think i’m an idiot…” “what??? nooooo” “…because i fucking KNOW what a bastard moron ceo is jesus christ girls” YES * OH NO IS ALOY GOING TO GIVE BETA THE ROST NECKLACE * ROST IS THE KEY * I’M CRYING * ughhhhhhhh she’s talking about rost * ughhhhhhh beta and aloy talking about rost * the difference between beta and aloy is that aloy had rostttttt * this scene was so good i want to write 18 essays about it

* per erend: zo is Judgey about ale because of course she is, alva doesn’t know what breaks are, and varl went fucking nuts at the meridian victory party and that’s hilarious * also erend like “lol me and my sister would have fucking brawls when we fought how did it go with beta” * varl: “i can always call upon the goddess if you’re nervous :)” love sassy varl * “sure there’s no urge to run off alone in there somewhere?” SASSY VARL IS A GIFT * hahahahaha alva has also noticed zo’s Perfection and is scared of it * oh GAIA is sure dropping some elysium mystery lore HUH * erend has an aunt alga loving all these references to huge oseram families * i’m calling it a day here, but i do note that there is one slot left for machines and i’m sure i will find out what this bastard is very soon

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

Of Exes And Imaginary Jonathans

NOTES: The plot is based on @super-sootica ​‘s text post. It includes two (2) original characters, but there’s a reason they’re there ;). 6k words, and No archive Warnings Apply. 

Also, let’s all pretend this is before Thursday. And Cas hasn’t come back yet. It’s based between 15x06 and 15x07. Mostly crack, but we’ll treat it like it’s serious, ‘kay? Have a good time reading ~

(Read on ao3)

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It’s been a long day. 

Castiel is definitely not in the mood to study the drinks list, but he knows he isn’t a Winchester, who saunters up to the bar, doesn’t even have to summon the barkeep, and orders an immensely cool sounding drink from memory. Or, more likely - makes plain whiskey sound cool. ‘Straight’ or ‘on the rocks.’

He’s Cas, so he seats himself awkwardly on a barstool, waits until he doesn’t have to compete for the bartender’s attention anymore, and orders the first thing on the menu whose ingredients he recognizes.

“Well?” the blonde bartender asks. She’s got a kind look in her eyes. Freckles too.

“Hot tati,” he declares. She nods at him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She’s got a tattoo, which looks like Enochian for ‘H,’ which was probably not the point - it also resemble a heart too, but of course the alphabet is what he registers first.

“Strong?”

“In proportion to the honey peppermint,” Cas tells her and she smiles like he’s funny before she turns around to make it. Meanwhile, Cas looks down at the glass counter and through to the fancy shot glasses and tumblers on display.

They’re glistening like they have drinks poured in them. Kind of like tearful eyes.

He thinks about his day.

He’d gotten rid of the djinn fairly quick, though the healing afterwards had been cumbersome. He’s thankful he was able to do it. Now that he’s thinking about the monster, he’s thinking of the djinn’s alias and he’s soon thinking about his own cover.

Just like that, he’s thinking about the phone call and he’s thinking about Dean.

“There you go.” She places the drink before him and Cas pulls it closer absentmindedly, handing her the money. He doesn’t reach for any change. “I’ll be on that side of the bar, if you want something else, okay?”

Cas nods. It’s a good drink, so he smiles politely as she disappears. He holds the glass with his right hand, and his phone in his left, staring at the completely dark screen. Cas doesn’t know what he’d been expecting from Dean - but it hadn’t been the conversation he got.

Dean hadn’t said a single thing to him.

He’d just updated him on the status of the world ending - something Cas had promised himself he’d wait until the morning to think about - and nagged at him about checking his messages from Sam. Dean hadn’t talked about that day. Or how he was doing. Asked nothing about how Cas was either.

Was Cas the only one who couldn’t stop thinking about it?

He was almost disappointed now, though he’d just been irritated the entire time Dean had been there.

Dean had been adamant that Cas check those messages, hadn’t he? Cas fiddles with the lock button on the side of his phone and takes another sip. It isn’t supposed to taste like anything to him, but it tastes more of whiskey, than sweet. If this goes on, he’ll even end up drunk.

Nothing is happening like it should.

Cas puts it back on the counter, the tall glass mostly drained. He feels a different kind of fuzzy around the edges, but it’s too little to even notice. 

“Scared of committing?” Says someone.

“To the drink?” Cas returns, eyebrows up in his hair, as he turns to face the voice. It’s a woman, her chin propped against her palm, and her elbow propped against the slab, and she’s staring him in the eyes.

Cas realizes he should’ve just said, ’excuse me?’ But now she’s smiling at him.

“Nope, I mean it, like,” She straightens a little, and Cas can see she’s wearing a sleeveless jacket, when she uses her hands to gesticulate as she speaks. He never understood the purpose, because it’s not even zipped up, but he remembers Dean finds them pretty. “ That’s a drink which just went through a break up. Right up there, on the got-dumped shelf, along with white frigging wine.”

She’s obviously drunk. Drinks don’t break up.

“So, yeah. Did you catch yourself a commitment-phobic fish?” She repeats, grinning, not unkindly.

He likes her smile. It’s warm, somehow. He takes another sip from his glass.

Then, he blinks. “Well. He probably was that too.”

“Look who’s nice and petty. I like you.” She coos, dragging her stool an inch to his. “Doesn’t look like you’ll be ordering sad whiskeys to brood into tonight, though you’re definitely serving the looks for it.” She pauses abruptly, and turns to the woman who’d got him the drink. “Doesn’t he look like he’d make a good brooder, Heli?”

When 'Heli’ doesn’t reply at once, she turns back to Cas. “Sorry 'bout that. I’m way too gay, but she’s bi. Ergo, a way better judge.” She drawls out the 'way’, almost sings it. It’s a little funny. “Nevermind. Look sad again when she comes back here, okay? I’ll ask her then.”

Cas nods, and he’s smiling without really knowing why.

“See, I’m not sure, but do you need to talk?” She turns a little bit serious. “I think you want to talk about it, now that I’ve gone and brought it up.” She holds out her hand, like Castiel’s supposed to shake it. “I’m Dimitri, if you don’t just want to rant to a stranger.” Cas does shake her hand after all.

“He thinks I’m everything that’s wrong with the world.” Cas says, truthful enough, and he finishes off his glass. More would be nice. “I’m Castiel.”

She cackles, after her eyebrows go down from the 'he’ bit. It’s a genuine laugh. “Trust me, I get that. My girl once thought I got her mother to dye her hair pink.” She rolls her eyes theatrically. “I think she was jealous of how her mother totally pulled it off, but geez, did she freak out on me.”

Cas hasn’t won any medals for being adept at social interactions, but he doesn’t think this is a good time to mention that his guy thinks Castiel killed his mom.

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[tiodolma]

Dinadan was so angry that Lancelot was so angry at King Mark so he composed a song about how shitty King Mark was. Dinadan then taught it to a harper who taught the song to everyone else.

[tiodolma]

this scene from Excalibur 1981

reminds me of

"Guinevere" poem by Alfred Tennyson, Idylls of the King [1859-1885]

My love through flesh hath wrought into my life So far, that my doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still. Perchance, and so thou purify thy soul, And so thou lean on our fair father Christ, Hereafter in that world where all are pure We two may meet before high God, and thou Wilt spring to me, and claim me thine, and know I am thine husband--not a smaller soul, Nor Lancelot, nor another. Leave me that, I charge thee, my last hope.

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excsuse me while i sob cry and slide down the floor

[tiodolma]

"And Gwalchmai defended the door with a chess-board."

[tiodolma]

you gotta hand it to arthur for dealing with the rumors wisely.

like he did not want to act without evidence because he knew persecuting lancelot and guinever would lead to civil war (And also because he loved them).

anyhow. i applaud that.

[tiodolma]

Imagine if you are so sleepy and you see castle with comfy pavilion and a comfy bed. And then you lie in the bed and sleep comfortably. Then you are woken up by kisses on your neck on your lips on your chin. The kisser has a rough beard and his hand is creeping up your thigh. And then you stand up in panic and get your sword. And the dude who was kissing you gets his sword too. And you bring the fight outside and strike each other. And then you wound the man who kissed you. And the man is now bleeding a lot. And then you ask what was he doing in the bed kissing you? And then he said that the pavilion and the bed belonged to him and he thought his lady was sleeping and not you. And then the one who kissed you is sad because he wouldnt be able to kiss his lady anymore because of the grave wound you gave him?

What would you do?

What would you do, Sir Lancelot?

[tiodolma]

King Arthur watching his own knights almost kill each other for fun

at least they're only hurting each other and not going to war? i guess??

[tiodolma]

Bors beheld Galahad as a baby with his mother. Bors was the one who told everyone of his birth. Bors was the one who was with Galahad for the longest time. He must have been a big brother figure to Galahad. AND BORS HAD TO WATCH HIS NEPHEW GIVE UP HIS LIFE AND DIE.

Bors had to deliver Galahad's parting message to Lancelot too.

BORSSSSSSSSSS

[tiodolma]

when lancelot was finally banished from Logres

[tiodolma]

lancelot and kay exchange gear and shields and then leave for their own adventures

other knights see lancelot carrying kay's shield.

other knights are like "oh damn sir lancelot killed sir kay"

other knights immediately attack lancelot

lancelot defeats them all

everyone wants revenge against lancelot

there is no questioning nor explanation on all parts

so many knights are gravely injured or dead

[tiodolma]

GWALCHMAI MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT KNIGHT.

Then Gwalchmai gazed fixedly upon him, and he knew him. "Ah, Geraint," said he, "is it thou that art here?" "I am not Geraint," said he. "Geraint thou art, by Heaven," he replied, "and a wretched and insane expedition is this." Then he looked around, and beheld Enid, and he welcomed her gladly. "Geraint," said Gwalchmai, "come thou and see Arthur; he is thy lord and thy cousin." "I will not," said he (Geraint), "for I am not in a fit state to go and see any one." Thereupon, behold, one of the pages came after Gwalchmai to speak to him. So he sent him to apprise Arthur that Geraint was there wounded, and that he would not go to visit him, and that it was pitiable to see the plight that he was in. And this he did without Geraint's knowledge, inasmuch as he spoke in a whisper to the page. "Entreat Arthur," said he, "to have his tent brought near to the road, for he will not meet him willingly, and it is not easy to compel him in the mood he is in."

welsh gawain is so nice lol