#mega ultra chicken

[yami-no-kea]

My last fanart of 2023 and the first I finished in 2024. Happy New Year everyone !!

[millennium-shitpost]

girl help my demons are playing a card that has a second ability i don't know about

[al-xks]

Arise! Mega Ultra Chicken!... ARISE!!!

[aduelbetweenkingdomsafreshstart]

ADBK: Winged Dragon of Ra

Epithet: The Burning Overseer

Voice Actor: Dan Green

Tribe: The Legendary Ancient Ones

Biography: The last of the main triumvirate between Slifer and Obelisk, Winged Dragon of Ra is perhaps the most versatile compared to the other two. For one, he can transform into various shapes, most notably the Sphere and the Phoenix, one for full defense and the other being offense.

Sphere Mode in particular can also be used for throwing at the enemy before becoming the Phoenix and burning the likes of Seven-Armed Fiend to the ground! Together, the three can invoke and temporarily become the strongest version of themselves, a Fusion known as the Creator Holactie!

[enneadau]

Hanaq (Yami Ishizu) and the Winged Dragon of Ra by the incredible @zakurarain . This piece looks so darn cool! I am incredibly pleased.

[ask-pomni-things]

Super duper mega ultra important question for you pomni!!!!

Is a chicken an animal or a bird?

Birds are animals?... Do you know that? it's important to me that you know that.

[zooble-the-whatever-i-am]

SUPER DUPER MEGA ULTRA IMPORTANT QUESTION

is a chicken an animal or a bird?

birds ARE animals????

[ask-gangle-tadc]

Super duper mega ultra important question for you

Is a chicken an animal or a bird?

(GOO II)

Wh. What.

It’s both

[ask-jax-the-rabbit]

Super duper mega ultra important question for you jax!!!!

Is a chicken an animal or a bird?

It's both, duhhhhhhh

[neonpaperlanterns]

While I am content to wait for the initial story I requested. And grow more and more excited for it as time passes.

I wish to request a little comfort story of a sort.

Kickin chicken (after successfully leaving the factory) coming across a scared and lost child in the woods and comforting them while looking for their family whom were having a picnic somewhere nearby.

Ending with the parents begrudgingly accepting Kickin joining their picnic. Possibly ending with a little "Can we keep em?" From the rescued child

-Sunny Anon.

[A/n: I hope it is okay that I named the child after you. Also any of the bigger bodies are just cyrtid material. Imagine encountering one in the wild. Horrifying.]

Lost in the woods

Kickin hated to admit, like really really hated to admit it, like really super ultra mega hated to admit it but he was lost. 

Very, very lost. 

He had thought turning around and trying to retrace his steps would have helped but it just made it so much worse. Everything looked the same to him. He tried to remember landmarks or just things to identify where exactly he was but all he saw were trees and more trees. It was insanity! 

Huffing Kickin dropped rather unceremoniously onto a log. It wobbled from the force as he dropped his head into his hands.  

He wished Hoppy was here or Bubba or DogDay. Just someone else who could take the lead and he wouldn’t be alone while lost in the woods.

Or alone in general. 

POKE

Kickin jumped at the sudden jab to the back of his arm. Pivoting forward he flailed as he tried to spin and stand at the same time. Tripping over his own feet he somersaulted forward and tumbled along the ground until he made contact with a tree. Tiny branches and leaves rained down on him as his world spun. 

When did everything get all upside down? 

He blinked owlishly as his legs hung over his head. Ah, he was upside down.

As he was trying to orient himself, high pitched giggling rang through the woods. Fumbling his way into the right position he whipped his head up to see a little kid with a rather pointy stick in hand just absolutely losing their mind with laughter. He doubted that they were much older than seven. Their little face was turning red as they fell back onto their butt. 

“You poked me!” The sound of his accusation caused all laughter to cease. The child’s expression became pinched as they stared at him with wide round eyes. He watched as their lower lip jutted out and began to quiver, how their shoulders started to shake. 

Oh no.

“Hey, hey no need to cry. See I’m just a rad silly chicken.” Kickin sang as he did a cartwheel.

“Tada!” Landing solidly on his feet he struck a pose. He saw their mouth twitch slightly but their eyes were still glossy so he wasn’t out of the danger zone just yet.

“Check it.” Wiggling his arms up and down he moon-walked backwards. Making beatboxing noises he tried to do the worm. Doing it on a forest floor was not his smartest idea but he could hear the beginning of tiny giggles so he kept going. 

His arms were starting to get sore as he pushed himself up into a handstand. He tried and failed to balance on one hand and tipped backwards.

“Oof.” The wind was knocked out of him as he lay sprawled out on the ground.

“Are you okay?” A gentle prod at his foot had him raising his head slightly. The kids shoulders were hunched and had the stick pointed at him. But they didn’t look on the verge of tears anymore, really they looked more sheepish than anything.

“Yeah.” Sitting up slowly he watched as they shuffled backwards.

“Oh I’m KickinChicken. What’s your name?” He asked as he situated himself into criss-cross applesauce. 

“I’m Sunny.” They blinked up at him. “Why are you a giant chicken?”

“Why are you a tiny child?” He shot back. The kid looked down at their hands like he just shook their entire world view. 

“Why am I a tiny child?” They whispered. 

“Where are your parents?” He inquired, attempting to redirect a potential existential crisis. They were too young for that.

“At the park.” They answered matter of factly. 

“Where’s the park?” He asked matter of factly.

“I don’t know.” Sunny shrugged. 

“So you don’t know where your parents are.” It wasn’t a question and it seemed saying this out loud clicked something for Sunny because suddenly big fat tears began to roll down their cheeks. 

Oh no.

Kickin panicked as the kid wailed. He didn’t think any amount of dancing or cartwheels would fix this.

“Hey no, it’s okay. We’ll find your parents. I promise.” He stood up and reached out to Sunny. “Come on, let's go. We’ll find them in no time.” They didn’t budge and continued to cry. Not really sure what to do, Kickin scooped them up. He wanted to ask which way they came from but he doubted he would get an answer so he just went forward. 

Bouncing Sunny in his arms he started sing talking. He sang about the trees, the sky, a bird he just saw, even the rock he stepped on. It sort of seemed to work, their sobs turned more into hiccups as they interjected about a bug. 

As he continued to walk and as the sky was getting darker he started to hear voices. 

Voices were good. Picking up the pace he spun on his heel and bound towards what he assumed were people. Getting closer he could just make out the muffled yells of someone calling Sunny’s name. He was running now as the trees began to thin and there was a peek of a grassy field.

“Sunny! Sunny, where are you?” The concerned voice of a woman had said child perking up.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Sunny chanted as Kickin broke the tree line. 

So Kickin forgot something very important as he watched Sunny’s parents run towards them. He forgot that he was a giant, probably monstrous looking, forever grinning chicken. 

And that terrified most people.

Sunny’s parents were not the exception.

Their gait became uneven and their expressions shifted and morphed into a mix of worry and fear. It made something sour settle in his stomach. 

“Mommy! Daddy!” Sunny squirmed in his arms as he let them down. He watched as they darted straight into their parents' waiting arms. Averting his gaze he kicked his foot along the ground as he listened to the happy reunion. 

Kickin wasn't sure what to do now though but a tug at his arm halted any forming ideas as Sunny was suddenly dragging him closer to their parents.

They did not look pleased.

“This is Kickin. I found him.” Well they weren’t wrong, they did find them. “He does dances and cartwheels.” He wasn’t entirely sure where this was going and shared the confused look on the parents' faces.

“I see.” Sunny’s mother spoke softly as she tried to grab her child but Sunny wasn’t paying attention and started monkey climbing up Kickin’s leg.

“Sunny, honey come here, please.” Their father asked but his request went ignored.

“Why were you in the woods?” The child turned chimp asked and honestly he felt bad for the parents. They fidgeted and twitched forward as Sunny used him as a jungle gym.

“I was uh lost. Like you.” Sunny nodded sagely.

“Then we should bring you home.” They turned to their parents. “Right?” The kid tone brokered no argument. 

“Well that depends.” The dad coughed into his fist. “Uh Kickin where do you live?” The man looked ready to faint.

An awkward laugh left Kickin as he juggled Sunny. “Um, I don't live anywhere?” Sunny let out a rather dramatic gasp.

“What?!” They yelled as they kolaed around his arm. “You don’t have a home?” He shook his head at their question. Sunny turned a desperate look to their parents.

“He has to come home with us!” Once again said with the confidence that only a child could have. Their parents spluttered as Sunny was already climbing off of him and heading towards somewhere. One of his fingers wrapped firmly in their tiny little hand.

“You’ll like our house. It’s tall, like you. And you can stay in my room and we can build forts and you can meet my cat. And~” Sunny pitched their voice lower as if they were telling him a secret. “You can help me get the snacks high up.” It was sweet to listen to Sunny ramble about the snacks and how he was going to love all the toys they had and how they would be able to watch cartoons together. 

He wasn’t sure if things would work out exactly how the kid pictured or if their parents were actually going to go along with it. But he had wished to not be alone and he would give Sunny anything for answering it.

[yu-gi-poll]

ROUND 1C! MATCH 13 OUT OF 16

Monster Stats & Propaganda Under the Cut:

Exodia the Forbidden One is used by Yugi Mutou/Yami Yugi. Its stats are the following:

Attribute: DARK

Level: 3

Type: SPELLCASTER / EFFECT

Effect Type: CONDITION

Effect (according to the anime): "When you have "Right Leg of the Forbidden One", "Left Leg of the Forbidden One", "Right Arm of the Forbidden One" and "Left Arm of the Forbidden One" in addition to this card in your hand, you win the Duel."

ATK / DEF: 1000 / 1000

Propaganda:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH EXODIAAAAAAAAAAAA IT'S NOT POSSIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO ONE'S EVER BEEN ABLE TO CALL HIM BEFORE. *EXODIA......... OBLITERATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*.

Winged Dragon of Ra is used by Malik Ishtar ("Marik Ishtar" in the dub), Yami Malik Ishtar ("Yami Marik Ishtar in the dub), and Yugi Mutou/Yami Yugi. Its stats are the following:

Attribute: DIVINE

Level: 10

Type: DIVINE-BEAST

Description (according to the anime): "Ra shall take power from three Sacrifices. But even if the offering is to Ra's liking, the God shall only answer to the one who speaks the sacred words. When the means of resurrection are granted to it, Ra shall come forth from the earth and those who face the God in war shall be incinerated in flames. In an instant, Ra shall become a Phoenix, and the enemies of Ra shall return to the earth. He who chants the third litany may keep 1 Life Point and transfer the remainder unto Ra's Attack Points for one turn."

ATK / DEF: ? / ?

Propaganda:

Mega Ultra Chicken Lord ftw.

[cynthiaandsamus]

"Arise, Mega Ultra Chicken, Chicken Arise."

[para-imperium]

Terraforming Biodiversity

The seedships that arrived at Alpha Centauri had limited space on board for genetic samples, with parahuman and uplift DNA given the highest priority. The unfortunate result being that the vast majority of Old Terra's rich biodiversity died with that planet, leaving Secland and later terraformed worlds an extremely limited gene pool to work with. 

During the terraforming process scientists struggled to fill in the niches left open by a gene bank weighed heavily towards domesticated and laboratory test animals. The possibility of making "downlifted" versions of the uplifted species was proposed but almost universally rejected by the uplifts in question. Instead, the Bureau of Ecosystem Management offered jobs to uplifts filling the ecological roles of their progenitors. This strategy worked surprisingly well, especially with apex predators such as dolphins.

Another approach was to modify the animals they did have using the non-human genes that had been incorporated into parahuman genomes. For instance Secland "bats" are actually heavily modified mice while the procyon is a fox given hand-like paws and a ringed tail.

Late in the terraforming process scientists made a breakthrough that would simplify later efforts. Large complexes of genes that could be activated or deactivated with specific epigenetic triggers were added to the genomes of many species that could produce massive physiological changes in later generations. That way a single breeding colony of ultra-ferrets could give birth to 20-centimeter long mini-ferrets, semi-aquatic ferr-otters, or two-meter mega wolverines as the ecosystem needed.

List of source species:

Mammals:

Cat (Felis catus)

Cattle (Bos taurus)

Dog (Canis lupus familiaris)

Ferret (Mustela furo)

Red fox (Vulpes vulpes)

House mouse (Mus musculus)

European rabbit (Oryctolagus cuniculus)

Sheep (Ovis aries)

Birds:

Budgerigar (Melopsittacus undulatus)

Canary (Serinus canaria)

Chicken (Gallus domesticus)

Rock dove (Columba livia)

Zebra finch (Taeniopygia guttata)

Reptiles:

Green anole (Anolis carolinensis)

Spectacled caiman (Caiman crocodilus)

Fish:

Goldfish (Carassius auratus)

Zebrafish (Danio rerio)

Amphibians:

African clawed frog (Xenopus laevis)

Axolotl (Ambystoma mexicanum)

Bullfrog (Rana catesbeiana)

Tiger salamander (Ambystoma tigrinum)

Arthropods:

Fruit fly (Drosophila melanogaster)

House cricket (Acheta domesticus)

Yellow mealworm beetle (Tenebrio molitor)

[tomscottsredshirt]

can i please have a story where he’s sick and we snuggle and i feed him homemade soup. ultra super mega fluff please 🥰

tom scott x gn reader - sickness, cuddles & homemade soup

"how am i gonna film like this?"

"you've been coughing all day, your temperature is through the roof, you've used up so many tissues you could fill up the house with them. the answer is, you won't."

tom lets out a defeated sigh, which just makes him cough again. it sounds dry and painful. you can't help but caress his cheek lovingly, noticing how hot his skin is.

"bloody hell. i have a flight next wednesday. i can't just cancel it."

he pulls the covers all the way up to his chin, trembling underneath. your expression turns soft, eyes full of worry for your boyfriend.

"i really wish i could make your cold go away, but i can't, tom. let's just hope you recover as fast as possible. i'll take good care of you."

"i know you will. thank you." his voice is hoarse and weak. he blows his nose for what feels like the millionth time.

"my head feels twice as heavy as it usually does. ugh."

your heart aches seeing him like this, but you know you're doing everything you can. cough medicine, ibuprofen, lots of tissues, hot tea and soup. still, you feel a little helpless. you look at his form underneath the covers, only his head peeking out, and you climb onto bed with him, lifting the sheets and wrapping your arms around his weak form.

"what are you doing? you'll get sick as well," he croaks.

"don't care. i want to hold you," you mutter with a smile, burying your face in the soft fabric of his grey hoodie. tom chuckles, gently wrapping an arm around you as you let your legs intertwine with his, wanting him as close as possible. you absentmindedly play with his hair, holding each other in comfortable silence. tom can hardly breathe through his blocked nose, though. you put the back of your hand against his forehead, a concerned look on your face as you feel his hot skin.

"gotta measure your temperature again," you mutter, mostly to yourself as you let go of tom's embrace to get the thermometer, gently placing it in his mouth. you sit next to him, rubbing his arm, trying to comfort him a little as you wait for the little beep. it reads 38.1, lower than it was this morning, which makes you feel just a little relieved. you press a kiss on the top of his head before making your way to the kitchen.

"where are you going?" tom asks with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"i'll make you some soup. you just rest, okay?"

putting on some light music, you wash, chop and boil vegetables in hot water, adding salt and preparing the chicken and noodles for a good old traditional remedy for tom's cold. he scrolls on his phone and pulls out a book to read until then, coughing and blowing his nose what feels like every two minutes.

the pleasant smell of boiling chicken soup fills the air. once it's done, you turn off the stove, pouring a portion into a bowl.

walking over to tom, you gingerly give him the bowl of soup on a tray, careful not to spill it in his lap. he looks at you lovingly, even more tired than usual, yet you still can't help admiring that pretty face of his, even when he's sweaty and sick. you're head over heels for the man, damn it. a cold won't change that.

"thank you," he whispers. you sit down next to him, taking a spoonful and gently raising it to his mouth. he doesn't have the energy to argue against being spoonfed, so he just goes along with it. he only finishes half the plate, and you can't really blame him; you don't really have the biggest appetite when your body is doing its best to fight against whatever nasty germs are attacking your immune system. gently stroking tom's hair, you put the plate aside and bring him into your arms again, showering him with little kisses wherever you can reach; his cheeks, jaw, forehead, nose, neck. all he does is giggle softly, flustered by the sudden attention.

"you know, i might be feeling better already."

[deva-26]

…mega ultra chicken…

everyone gets one of these, right?

[kharia-adarkim]

Sorry to hear about the static, but hope you have fun with the extremes! Super Ultra Mega Chicken is a great start to the expansion, and I'm looking forward to what they pull out next

yeah vali ex was fun! I might try farming totems for the 7.0 trials in 7.1 to get wings, since the ilvl boost will make them a bit more forgiving.