#scramble wars

[funny-anime-face-world]

Scramble Wars - Tsuppashire! Genom Trophy Rally OVA · 1992

[collophora]

I started playing the game yall

[romans-empire]

Alternative Two Hats Sifloop reveal where Siffrin kisses Loop for the first time and Loop's spikey star face melts (or fades, take your pick) away to reveal... Another Siffrin!!! A true love's kiss reveals one's true nature after all!

[glassgob]

software greatman

[Image ID: Work-in-progress digital illustration of Tech from Star Wars: The Bad Batch. The image is cropped from the top of his head to his knees. He's in a seated pose with his right arm above his head. Currently, the illustration is lineart only. End ID.]

[sergle]

yall are about to piss me off by not having any PASSING basic knowledge of the way the u.s. military manipulates its recruits into joining by typing up one of your uninformed, unresearched, unempathetic, individualistic, unbelievably annoying posts about how 100% of the people in the military ended up there because they just Love America So Damn Much! they're extremely mature and informed at time of recruitment, they can totally leave anytime they want, they totally had tons of other avenues in life they could've taken, there was no rush at all to get income as fast as possible, and everyone in the military also totally is part of the combat divisions and personally enjoys being IN the military very much, big believers of violence. everyone in the military is shooting guns all day, that's how that works. they LOVE BLOODSHED. also I love the "amewicans haha" twang to this type of shit because you're actually TOTALLY stealing our Thing, which is turning systemic issues into Individual Issues. Instead of talking about the powers that be, it's so Personal Choice up in here. It's, "well you shouldn't have done it then. I totally wouldn't because I know better." you don't wanna talk about the military industrial complex as a whole, and you don't want to talk about recruiters, you just want to pin the blame on Specific Individual People one-by-one, as if they're responsible for the system that they're being ground up in. someone was in the military? bad person, no matter what. it's easier to believe that, I guess, than to acknowledge that Normal People (with high school educations) are manipulated and incentivized into joining a system that is Bad. at like age 18. but yeah no that 18 year old should have just been smarter lol haha anyway here are some screenshots for no particular reason

side note this reply of someone going "umm just get loans and go into a high paying field it's easy XD" as a direct response to someone trying to explain how most americans joining the military are being funneled in that direction out of a need for money.

and another person who Decided that americans join the military just CLENCHING their teeth thinking of other people, and not thinking completely selfishly about their own selves and their own income/housing/healthcare.

[tomialtooth]

Mason 🤝 Bell

Psychosexual relationships with the guy that Brainwashed them

[thefigureresource]

Shibuya Scramble Figure Ranko Mannen [Akiba Maid War] 1/7 scale from CyberZ coming June 2025.

[gabbyp09]

[dafodils-on-the-moon]

!!!! So many questions bc I love this with all my heart <3 First, it's freaking hilarious that he became jester because he was "difficult to handle." LOVE that. Second, I gotta know, what does everyone else think about him? Arthur? Gwen? Morgana? Is Morgana doomed to die by the hands of a COURT JESTER?????

Ok so. Crucial part of this Au: Uther knows Merlin in Balinor’s son but does NOT know abt the magic. Merlin does not know about being Balinor’s son. Uther kept him cause he thinks it would be a good idea to have a dragonlord on hand that's loyal to Camelot, given what he's keeping under the castle.

Also I'm very aroace and don't wanna write romance for a while, so no romantic Murther.

Instead, Uther raises Merlin and Arthur as brothers. He deeply encourages the loyalty to one another as keeping Merlin loyal is essetail and Merlin is a very valuable asset that bears protecting. He emphasises to Arthur that as the eldest, Merlin is his responsibility and he should take care of him. Merlin is his younger brother.

Arthur takes to this role like a wildfire. Protective as SHIT over his new baby brother (Merlin is two years younger), esp. Since he was… not doing too hot when he first got to the castle. He was greiving and seemed *terrified* and didn’t speak at all for months. He was sickly too, for reasons no-one could pinpoint. Arthur had made it his mission to cheer Merlin up, as no one should be that sad. He and Merlin communicate at first via drawings.

He only seemed to improve after he started talking quietly to an imaginary freind he named “Kiggah.” It seemed to help cause merlin slowly started talking to Arthur and then in general and his health imrpved too.

Yeah… Merlin’s imaginary freind is Killgarrah lol.

Killgarrrah, or Kiggah as a now 5 year old Merlin could pernounce, is getting a major overhaul in this AU. His is going to be far far less of a bastard. Cause dragons are too cool for him to be the absolute worst.

In this AU Kiggah actually cares more THAT HIS ENTIRE RACE WAS ERADICATED than that he was trapped under the castle. Cause, fr, that is not the part id focus on. Also I gave him a family before, sorry man. Kiggah was also really really fond of dragonlings and hatchlings and was very excited to see the hatching of his first great-grandhatchling before the purge. Ow.

Anyway, Merlin is TERRIFIED of being in Camelot. He’s terrified he’s going to say something wrong and reveal his secret and die. He blames himslef for his mother’s death (cause he’s like 4 1/2 and thats normal for kids that age) and more specifically, his magic. So he supresses the shit out of it, which is why he’s so sickly.

Kiggah senses Merlin basically killing himslef and tries coaching Merlin into using his magic again. Adopts Merlin as his own hatchling. Kiggah doesn’t know Merlin’s dad is Balinor, but he DOES know he’s emrys, magic itself. As a result, Kiggah views Merlin as a fellow magical creature and raises him accordingly. He… doesn’t really get how human hatchlings are supposed to work.

Merlin starts acting weirdly dragonlike. His growling, he’s biting people, hee’s climbing everything, hoarding things and has a major fixation with fire. He is gettign “difficult to handle” as UTHER, assumes this is just how dragonlordlings are, (good gracious), but needs a way to coverup the fact he’s raising one.

Fooleswurth, nuerdodivergent in ye-old times, sees Merlin and his like “haha verily. Reminds me of when I was that age, I was just the same. He must have “The Jester’s Spark, haha.”’ Uther goes “yes and” and now fooleswurth has an apprentice and Uther has a way to explain why his ward is so weird.

Anyway, Kiggah is NOT excited about Merlin’s new older sister, but Merlin loves her. He is very excited for whenever Morgana’s magic manifests. She grows on Kiggah. (Esp. With all teh trouble she gives Uther). Morgana’s going to be fine.

She and Merlin get on like a house on fire. Gossipy bitches. Morgana sics Melrin and his “jester’s privolegde” on bothersome nobles to insult them into the ground.

Gwen becomes Morgana’s maidservent, and she Morgana and Merlin are great friends.

[arleniansdoodles]

I recently had two Giant paintings in the works, and now one of them is finished! Here is the Giantess Gunnlöð; in Norse mythology, she was tasked by her father, Suttungr, to guard the Mead of Poetry in their mountain home, Hnitbjörg. When Odin snuck in, he slept with her for three nights in exchange for three draughts of the Mead. Once he drank all of it, he turned into an eagle and flew away. As for Gunnlöð, she later bore a son, Bragi, the skaldic god of poetry.

In my fic, Gunnlöð’s time of guarding the Mead has already passed. She’s much older now and an experienced warrior; I'd say she’s around Faye’s age if Faye was still alive XDD And speaking of Faye, I like to imagine that she and Gunnlöð became fighting partners back in the day, after Gunnlöð broke free of her isolation in Hnitbjörg!

I dressed Gunnlöð in a rose-gold palette, which is how Calliope would describe her compared to Thrúd’s fiery red-gold colours. Gunnlöð is one of the more “distant” Giants in my fic; she appears later on and doesn’t have much of a prominent role, but Calliope still has some interactions with her and learns more about her story.

[nando161mando]

[black20viking]

Game Day!

Iron Bowl Breakfast - Pancakes, Steak, and Eggs

War Eagle!

[niobiumao3]

Look all I'm gonna say about CX-2 is he has more screen time this season than Echo.

I really struggle to believe he won't pop back up in the finale. Probably as Tech. Maybe not. But he's definitely not just gone, not anymore than those other CXes are (one of whom could easily be Wolffe).

[havzic-figures]

Wailupe

[fisherrprince]

recoils as if shot and then jerks back up on hands and knees blood pouring from my nose. khux au mom uses the dandelions and foretellers to summon primals. dande fervor = foreteller (minus luxu) primals ++ fear = darkness primal possessing ven

[honeybewrites]

honeyyyyy i can’t wait to come back to proper posting because i have heaps of fun stuff i’d love for you to see!! always love your input <33

take this ask as an open invitation to tell us a fun fact about a character, ramble about a story, share something creative your proud of, or anything!

LETTERS!!!! Always lovely to see you 😘 I can’t wait to see what you’ve been cooking up!!!

I, uh, have been in a little bit of a creative rut recently holiday/busy/depression season tends to do that to me so uh, I guess enjoy this?? *throws half edited scene at you and scurries away*

“Go away! We closed!” Frugel’s sharp, heavy Ketaawai accented voice called from the back.

“It’s me Frugel,” 703 sighed. The old woman was as cracky as they got. “I told you I would be stopping by for supplies.”

The crone poked her head out from the back. As always, her hair was a literal bird’s nest. 703 had grown accustomed to seeing one or two birds perching in her hair, nipping at stray strands, and tonight was no different. There was only one currently. The red Spardip. That one had always seemed overly attached to her. 

Frugel hobbled around to the front. Her humped back and gnarled stick of a cane made her look all the more crazed. The bobbles and half empty vials handing from the end of her stick clattered with each step. She wore  an overzealous amount of jewelry and a slightly oversized dress. Or robe. 703 wasn’t really sure. It could have just been a piece of fabric the woman had wrapped herself in for all 703 knew.

“Oh, it is the cockroach.” She glared at 703.

“Do you have what I requested?” She asked, ignoring the insult. If she could even call it that. She been called far worse things.

Frugel huffed, leaning on her cane. “Always asking me to slave. Torture on old joints. Give me no time. Expect miracles?”

703 unclipped the bag of dues from her belt, dropping it on the counter. It clinked on the wood. Another bag followed, this one was slightly lighter, but far more valuable.

Frugel gave her a gapped smile. “Lucky I like you.”

She snatched the pouches, hobbling into the back once more.

Her eyes wandered around the shop as she waited.

It was cluttered beyond belief with barely enough room to walk through. Somehow, 703 found that amusing. To own so many things you could barely contain them all. It fathomed her to no end.

Wind chimes hung from the ceiling. Right next to shrunken heads, feathers hazardously tied together, small cages with assorted creatures, bones, and assortments of bottles. The shelves were stacked so full of things they bowed and threatened to break. Vials and bottles of every size and shape filled with any kind of tonic or poison lined the shelves in no particular order. The spaces in-between were stuffed with books that spilled out onto the floor and created a tripping hazard. Decaying plants hung across the top of the shelves, some shoved in cracked pots on the floor. Unidentifiable oozing buckets sat next to piles of tree branches and several animal limbs with fur still on them. A [xz animal] wandered about, slinking between stacks of boxes and books with ease. The plants growing out of the wall moved of their own accord. Twisting vines stretching across the shelves before moving on in a different direction.

After a minute, Frugel shuffled back out. Now, with her second bird in her hair. This one a blue Spardip that 703 had learned was the male’s partner. She held a paper bag that clinked with bottles every time she took a step.

“There you have.” She handed the bag to 703.

“Did you have everything I requested?” 703 began shifting through the bag’s contents, noting which vials contained what. Frugel had long stopped labeling them once she realized 703 was more than qualified to make these same tonics herself. Keeping alchemy supplies wasn’t very feasible with her life. It was easier to have it outsourced. And Frugel was one of the few she trusted to do it.

“Pat! Since when I not?” Frugel attempted to hit 703 with her cane, but she easily avoided it without bothering to look up from the bag. “You always paranoid. Picky picky.”

703 rolled the bag closed, tucking it in her vest. “Thank you. Try to behave while I’m gone. We don’t need a repeat of last year.”

Frugel crackled. “Those boys asking to be cursed! They cross me!”

“Frugel,” 703 said wearily.