#//at least for the sideblogs

[dampcrown]

I was a bit reluctant to post my old men doodles but since that first drawing was better received than I could've hoped for I'll leave these here.

Bonus SC Version cause I'm currently watching the anime with a friend and these character designs are sending me

[captain-clandestiny]

grisped. grabbed. snatched. both a symbolic illustration the hold life has had on me lately and a canon event from the Blusleeves storyline

[lilymouth]

SO EAT UR FRIENDS, THEYLL UNDERSTAND (COS THEY WOULD TOO!!)

//do not copy/crop/edit/trace/repost/reuse/etc

[angelf1sh]

cloth waltz 💫

[sybaritick]

if i was contributing to the Europa ice war memes it would be with 5 paragraphs about the complexity and process of getting all this stuff there and how that is by far the biggest problem. by mass driver maybe, because the expense of building the infrastructure for that would be worth it with the amount of stuff you'd have to transport (instead of current type of rocket launches). and build one on Europa too for the return. and at what speed can that realistically travel? At light speed it's like half an hour but we have no way of achieving that now or anytime soon. At current fastest rocket speeds it's ~90 days to mars and therefore like. A year to Europa? (Europa Clipper, which is en route right now, will take 5 years but there was a direct trajectory option that would have taken less than 3 years, but I'm imagining in this war scenario we are obviously in a big rush).

so the issue here is is "the resources are too far away from the front and it is likely impossible to get them there even within a *month*" and even if there is a lot of development on Europa by this point, even if food and fuel (everything's nuclear-powered in this setting that's my headcanon and i'm right) and missiles etc can somehow be created there, i cannot imagine that the entire global supply chain is replicated there. they are not building entire rockets on Europa because it's simply too difficult-- some of the materials to make the rockets are created on earth. the whole process can't happen from nothing. there are minerals they don't have and infrastructure they don't have. a self-sufficient colony (which i'm assuming is present) is different from one capable of producing all those weapons and aircraft and so on. and people, of course. no reinforcements are coming sooner than a year!

the point is that the self-sufficiency of the Europa colony would be so much more precarious than self-sufficiency on Earth, even if it was built with a lot of redundancy. you need to create food and water and breathable air and then have access to it. if your access to that is cut off somehow you can't create a way to access it again (unlike on Earth where food and water can be obtained from many different places and the air is free.) my first impulse was "the biggest deal on Europa (and on Earth!) must become who has control of the space launch platform! you would inevitably rely a lot on resources from Earth!" but then i realized the travel time is so long it's near-useless. the real biggest deal is running out of stuff. the conflict needs to be over as quickly as possible. you'd have to be SO intentional with it. and you better be really fucking good at predicting what will be needed far ahead of time and then defending it. you can communicate with Earth at light speed (~30-minute delay) but you can't receive anything physical from them without some light-speed technology we don't have yet and i feel we are unlikely to develop anytime soon.

knowing this, i imagine there wouldn't be like, one single electrolysis plant that produces the oxygen because that'd be really vulnerable. there would be a whole lot of them. even though current technology for doing that (decomposing CO2 into oxygen and carbon monoxide) is energy-intensive and expensive and requires rare earth metals.

but now think about how it's not just creating oxygen that would require redundancy, it's every life support process. food, water, ensuring atmospheric pressure, protection from the radiation of space, etc. so something, somewhere, is the bottleneck where there's just a couple targets that could be taken out to prevent continued life on Europa from being possible. of course there is storage but again, how distributed could that be? one storage facility would obviously be disastrous but even 5 is few enough that they could all be destroyed or at least be held by an enemy so you no longer have access to them. so identify which resource is this bottleneck and then defend it like it will be what kills you because it will be. a month ago i wrote some delirious 1am post abt how one of the cool things about a Dyson sphere is denying access to essentially any form of energy to anyone you don't want to have access to it, since basically everything on a planet relies on the light from the star (barring i guess geothermal and nuclear both of which would be impossible to set up without *starting* with something that comes from the light from a star). inescapable death sentence in a way that nothing on Earth really compares to. no one who is not in with you good enough that they are specifically allotted some of the energy produced will live.

tl;dr: Europa is really, really far away and inhospitable, and imo everything about a conflict there would be about that

that's my post you're welcome for utterly missing the point of this meme <3

[exdeputysonso]

sorry for all the incest posting, it will happen again

[b-r-i-n-g-x]

I really love how I came from "i recreate some scenes from crash twinsanity with smg3 and 4 and mario cause cortex and crash's bickering fits for the gays" and then i went "i got an idea for making a crash bandicoot au with smg4"

[2beetles]

gunimals: genesis!!!

[exoskeleton-polisher]

Ralph tucked his knees up to his chin and shivered.

He supposed that he had brought it upon himself, going out on the deck on a Winter night. Or, at least, he thought it was Winter. It was rather hard to tell, and none of the boys had thought to ask, not that Ralph would've retained it anyway.

Too much had happened – his brain was too full of events he'd rather not think about, and revelations made far earlier than he should've as a twelve year old boy. Was he still twelve? Lord, he didn't even know what year it was.

Ralph tore his eyes away from the strangely peaceful view and buried his face in his crossed arms. He wasn't crying, he'd done too much of that already.

He tried not to think about the hunters, who had mercifully been given a different room to himself and a few others (Although only after one of the younger Marines had begged the Captain to do so. In his own words “The blond one might go loopy”.)

He was half surprised Jack hadn't already sought him out, although he did think it made some sense. All those games seemed so silly now in the face of real, proper grown-ups.

And anyway, he was glad of the fact. Right now, he mostly wanted to be alone. He didn't want to see another person from the island. Not now, not ever.

That island had taken so much from him, from all of them, and he'd never dare say it aloud, but he had the awful feeling that a part of him would never leave, no matter how far he travelled.

Ralph felt a presence behind him and tensed up, but didn't raise his head, even though the gash on his stomach was starting to sting from his position.

He subconsciously held his breath as the faint footsteps approached, bracing to be hit or kicked or thrown overboard. Instead, he felt a slight weight around his shoulders and a much heavier one thumping down beside him.

He lifted his head (and definitely did not have to wipe his eyes), turning to the boy sitting beside him. The moonlight reflected off his broken (now Sellotaped) glasses as he stared directly at Ralph.

“Hi. I thought you'd be cold,” said Piggy.

Ralph made a faint noise of confirmation, looking down at the scratchy Navy issue blanket draped over his body. He wrapped it around himself.

“You were right,” said Ralph, “But I can't think that this is helping.”

Piggy pulled his own threadbare blanket tighter and surreptitiously shifted slightly closer to Ralph, who found that he didn't mind.

“You know,” said Piggy, changing the subject, “Penguins huddle together for warmth. The whole flock. Body heat, an’ that.”

“I'm sure the others would love that suggestion.”

As usual, Piggy seemed not to notice that sarcastic, bitter edge to Ralph's voice, opting to smile softly at him. Ralph couldn't help but give a small one back.

“Who cares what they think? It's you and me, now. We ought to look after each other,” said Piggy. He paused, then added a muttered “ ‘sides, there's no one around.”

Ralph considered this, checked for himself and realised that Piggy was right. He shuffled towards the tantalising warmth of the boy sat beside him until they were pressed against each other, shoulder to shoulder. With barely a second thought, Ralph let his head drop down to rest against Piggy, who started, then tentatively wrapped an arm around Ralph.

They stayed like that for a few seconds, before Piggy spoke up, free hand fiddling with the frayed edge of his blanket.

“Are we gonna… you know, talk about this?”

Ralph didn't respond, so Piggy sighed.

“ ‘spose that's a no, then.”

Ralph weighed his options. He'd left much of himself on that island, many thoughts and emotions unfit for polite society, but in that moment he suddenly realised just how desperately he wanted to take this piece of the island with him.

“We will talk. But it's gonna be ages ‘til we get back home. For now, let's just… sit. OK?”

Piggy nodded, accidentally jolting Ralph, who was still resting his head on Piggy’s shoulder.

“OK.”

They both stared out at the skyline, entranced by the gently rolling waves and glimmering moonlight. There was absolutely no land in sight.

Ralph's eyes slowly began to shut, and he was only vaguely aware of how awful his neck would feel tomorrow if he dozed off like this.

“Ralph?”

Ralph opened his eyes sleepily.

“Yeah, Piggy?”

“It… it's Peter.”

Ralph pressed his head further against the other boy’s neck, until he all he could smell was regulation bath soap, the lingering scent of gunk and grime, and something sweet he couldn't quite place. He shut his eyes once more, mumbling something before he fell into a proper sleep.

“Love you, Peter.”

4/3/25

I'M STILL INSANE ABOUT THEM!!!!!!!!!!! Had this fic idea in my head since Jan/Feb, but didn't start writing until today, when I banged it all out in one sitting as basically an uninterrupted stream of consciousness.

I was really debating about whether to keep Piggy's death, but I genuinely just wanted to write some fluff, so, fix-it fic I guess! I still really love them nooo

[kitkat13001]

so in other news i think i will in fact be taking a break <3

[vuelode-irbis]

[ID: digital drawing of a least weasel. it's sitting down with a paw lifted, it's looking to the left. There are grass and flowers drawn simply in blue. The animal is colored with red and creamy yellow. It's scientific name, Mustela nivalis, is written next to the head. The background is clear blue with a math grid. End ID]

I didn't mentally prepare myself for another month drawing challenge, but I want to draw more wildlife, and mustelids are very fun to draw! So I'll be posting occasional tube guys the next days :]

Here's least weasel for day 2 of Maystelid

[buglaur]

[ddlert]

Doodling and thinking what if what if what if... they were both so very young

[arachred]

can i be so honest for a second and talk about how the danganronpa fandom had (has) one of the worst cases of devastating mischaracterization in fanwork that ive ever come across or is this a hyperfixation of mine that i should just stay silent about until i get over it again

[timegears]

(POINTING AT YOU SO VIOLENTLY) STRAWBERRY FOXES???????

YEYEY SHE'S NEOMA MY FAVOURITE REANIMATED CORPSE <333

[enden-k]

finally on vacation!!!!!! ill draw sm after ive slept for 72 hours just watch me