#gone with the blastwave

[fanchlebu]

20. DEEP/GŁĘBOKO (inktober 2017)

Inspired by GWTBW #65 The Journey. Dialog comes from the original comic.

[fawntasticart]

Little Gone With the Blastwave sketch I did ages ago, the sculpt I've done of the helmet+mask, and a little PSX style dude I've done in the style of GWTB!

[chainsawpuppy88]

Last one reminds me of gone with the blastwave's April fools ending

Unique Apocalypses For Your Post-Apocalyptic Campaign

Contagious Clownery

Everyone just forgot humans need to eat. Oops.

The Ghost of the Opportunity Rover slams Mars into the earth as an act of revenge.

All LARPs become real at once.

We lost the ocean. Shit. Has anyone seen it? Maybe down a sofa somewhere?

Aliens shoot everyone whose name has a prime number of letters, because they have an ideological commitment to being assholes

Squirrels figure out how to use guns.

International agency pissed off a witch and now everyone is a toad except for the 51 extant princesses in the world

There are big spiders in all the power plants so we have to revert to the dark age, sorry guys.

"NUKED EVERY MAJOR CITY PRANK (gone wrong!) (not clickbait!)

No-one's quite sure, actually. We all just started raiding each other wearing fetish gear a few years ago. God, I hope there was an apocalypse or we'll look really silly.

[pan-perkozeq]

Some Clip Studio testing. Pretty happy from the results tbh

Some people may notice the inspiration from "Gone with the Blastwave" by Kimmo Lemetti

I won't be denying that, those comics are awesome

[apas-95]

Can a Gone With The Blastwave girl and a Romantically Apocalyptic girl really fall in love

[qwertystop]

I'm offended on their behalf, and I'd never even heard of Gone with the Blastwave before this post, and still don't know what the work is about beyond the contents of that fic. Honestly, on the behalf of non-shipping fans of it too, it's really bad.

"Rarepair" not in the sense that it's an inobvious pairing, but in the sense that it's the primary ship for a piece of media that nobody's fucking heard of.

[zeepilot]

did anybody here ever read gone with the blastwave. be honest

[victusinveritas]

Gone With the Blastwave (2005-????)

#48 New Recruits

One of the most classic webcomics series.

[fanchlebu]

18. FILTHY/BRUDNY + 31. MASK/MASKA (inktober 2017)

Gone with the Blastwave fanart.

[morriperkele]

After the death of twitter I kinda wanna come back to tumblr.... Are there anyone left on here? Also BUY SHIRTS YOU FUCKS https://www.teepublic.com/user/morriperkele

[shaydh]

Have you read Gone With the Blastwave? It’s a classic webcomic. It’s set in a post apocalyptic endless city that has several factions in a perpetual war, and the art style is beautifully painted.

I have not! It looks familiar though! I may have encountered it but I never knew it was a comic!

[asurastro]

"FINISH HIM"

Send in "FINISH HIM" to witness my muse delivering a brutal finishing blow.

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"The doorway between realms shall be broken open! And NONE of you can lay a finger on me!"

Doluum the Decapitator was roaring with triumph, having achieved an incorporeal form. With this spectral state, several others who stepped up to face off with him were unable to land their blows. Some tried at range, but also failed. Resulting in their being stricken by some empyrean force, a sudden blastwave that traveled far and reached widely to find its mark.

And find it, it unfortunately did: The Original Turbine Turner of the Golden Age. DEFEATED. Lock-On & Radar. A high-tech street-level duo. DELETED. The promising newcomer of myth, Kid Enkidu. DETHRONED.

And Rex was nearly DE-MATERIALIZED. His body had gone from jettisoning its iridescent plasma life "blood" to full physical fragmentation, limbs freely floating in defiance of gravity every which way. Still appearing human, save for the ends where they broke off. That was where the plasma dripped out, the cosmic energy that now comprised his very being mingled with the physical components. Even going as far as to generate organs that appeared like jagged static.

A disembodied hand rocketed out, fingers in a clawing motion as it went after Doluum. An electromagnetic effect of some sort occurred: incorporeal manifestations needed things like ectoplasm, psychokinetic or a kind of semi-identified mystical energy to interact with the physical plane at all. Too many mistook their respective abilities to alter or defy physics for rewriting its laws altogether. That was reserved for abstract entities of more esteemed presence.

Gradually reassembling his fragmented body, an anguished Rex was finally back. And with a glow of his aura, he was reaching out to inflict metaphysical pain to Doluum. Every new attack threatening his consciousness. Making sense of this form of attack by recollecting old signals from his nerves, when he once fought in a more conventional fashion.

Then, when Doluum was weakened, Rex gathered him up and flew him into the very inter-realm portal he had commissioned from the efforts of multiple warlock conjurers. Surfing the aether until he found a suitable space to deposit this sorry excuse for a warlord.

"No, no!" rasped Doluum. "That's one of the eternal torments! I recognize it-- the priests of Agnorr spoke oft of these things in my youth!"

"Cry me a river. I hope they give ya a million encores for trying to harness exactly that!"

And with another electromagnetic effort, the spectre was flung forth, while Rex raced back towards the portal he originated from. Nether-thunder cracking along his path in an attempt to cast him into the same-such damnation, if he didn't push through to escape!

[ape-3scape]

It's nice to go back to old websites/comics you used to frequent and see they're still there, sometimes stuck in purgatory with most recent posts being over a decade ago or as infrequent as once a year. It's nice to reminisce without having to use a wiki or tvtropes

What I'm saying is, thanks for still being up, Gone with the Blastwave and Exterminatus Now

[readfastwritetrash]

Everything I've Read That Ive Bookmarked P1

Probably a decade of a reading list, yes, theres NSFW ones, no i Haven't curated it in forever, I have Bookmark trees im copying from, so if theres a catagory that shows up multiple times, sorry ------------------------- Questionable Content Ctrl+Alt+Del El Goonish Shive Wilde Life Wapsi Square Swords Girl Genius Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal weekly Grrl Power My Hero Academia SAKAMOTO DAYS Monster #8 Read Spy x Family StarstruckStarstruck manga My Monster Secret Komi-san Wa Komyushou Desu Bleach Berserk Tomb Raider King Record Of Ragnarok Seoul Station Druid The Max Level Hero has Returned! Reincarnation of the Veteran Soldier Don’t Get Me Wrong, I’m The Real Victim! The Return of The Disaster-Class Hero Tsuki Ga Michibiku Isekai Douchuu Isekai De Haishin Katsudou Wo Shitara Tairyou No Yandere Shinja Wo Umidashite Shimatta Ken I'm Really Not The Evil God's Lackey I Am the Fated Villain I'm An Unfashionable Lady I'm the Stepmother, but my Daughter is too Cute The Regressed Demon Lord is Kind My Death Flags Show No Sign Of Ending Welcome to the Demon King castle Creepy Pharmacist Scout Crossing Nerf This Derelict Lonely Vincent Critical Miss Gone with the Blastwave Kong Tower One Punch-Man Elf-san wa Yaserarenai Monster Musum Isekai Nonbiri Nouka Gleipnir Maou No Hajimekata Rebirth-69Michi Dead Mount Death Play [un]Divine One Piece Chapter Comics The Monster Under the Bed Goblins Zombie Roomie Romantically Apocalyptic My Hero! Webtoons Stalker x Stalker Fox Girls Are Better Immortal Weakling Clinic of Horrors Scoob and Shag Erma Sword Interval NPC A Super Villain Day Life The Last Human (in a Crowded Galaxy) Let's Play Cupid's Arrows mangas Cheating magician Rebirth Of The Urban Immortal Cultivator The Record Of Unusual Creatures Release That Witch Strongest Anti M.E.T.A Shikkaku Mon No Saikyou Kenja Master Of Gu Mansion In The Post-Apocalypse isekai comprehension Ranker Who Lives A Second Time Hero? I Quit A Long Time Ago Lonely Attack On A Different World sole monster tamer Kuma Kuma Kuma Bear The Wrong Way To Use Healing Magic Makikomarete Isekai Teni Suru Demon God The Legendary Moonlight Sculptor returners special magic Yuragi-Sou No Yuuna-San My Wife Is A Demon Queen Cultivation Chat Group Cat Reincarnated In A Different World Fechippuru ~Our Innocent Love Fff-Class Trashero The Strongest Manager In History Forbidden Master And Disciple A Stepmother's Märchen Looking Up To Magical Girls I Became The Hero’S Mom Dungeon Kurashi No Moto Yuusha Dai Dark Moshi Fanren Crimson Karma Descent Of The Demonic Master campfire cooking isekai Kaguya wants to be confessed to Hinamatsuri Lazy Dungeon Master Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka? Dungeon Monster eating Nidome no Yuusha nagatora Sewayaki Kitsune no Senko-san It's Time For "Interrogation", Princess! Uncle Who Runs A Weapon Shop Sekai no Owari ni Shiba Inu to Tate no Yuusha no Nariagari Skeleton Couldn't Protect Dungeon Kuro no Shoukanshi skillboard dungeoneer Heresy Succubus & Hitman Your Majesty, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking Out! Black Mage Got Kicked Out of the Party I Became a Legend a Decade Ore Dake Haireru Kakushi Dungeon Dungeon Reset Dimensional Mercenary Isekai Kuimetsu no Same I Log In Alone Manga Second life of a Gangster Trash of the Count’s Family Player Who Can't Level Up Tale of a Scribe Who Retires My Dad is Too Strong trash hero trash saintess The Legendary Mechanic Library Of Heaven’S Path Her Majesty's Swarm The Antagonist’S Pet My Girl Is A Dragon Princess I Am The Sorcerer King The Great Mage Returns After 4000 Years I’ll Just Live On As A Villainess I’m a Martial Art Villainess Killer Shark In Another World Dr.don Villain Initialization My New Girlfriend Is Not Human? -------------------- this is all the bookmarks in the tree

[faolonfiendrender]

You know, I've been thinking of what other post-ritual worlds with fears besides the eye leading would create, and I've come to the conclusion that a slaughter led world would not be too different to gone with the blastwave.

[saratogaroadwrites]

For King and Country (71/122)

For King and Country | saratogaroad rating: T total wordcount:  280,466 characters: Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Roland Crane, Aranella, Batu, Tani, Lofty, Leander Aristidies, Bracken Meadows relationships: Roland Crane & Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Aranella & Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Roland Crane & Aranella, Batu & Tani, Batu & Evan, Tani & Evan, Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum & Lofty, Rolander other tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Mother-Son Relationship, Father-Son Relationship, Place Slowly Becomes Home People Slowly Become Family, Found Family, For Want of A Nail warnings: This chapter contains imagery and discussion of nuclear warfare; vaguely suicidal implications in the context of ending bonded lives.

Pulled from his world by mysterious powers, former president Roland Crane finds himself caught in the middle of a coup meant to take the life of the young King Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum. Joining forces with Aranella, the pair of them set out to aid Evan in making his dream of a kingdom where everyone can live happily ever after a reality.

But the road to peace is a long and treacherous one and there is no promise of success in a world where darkness spreads ever thicker with each passing day. If they are to stand a chance, they must stand together, for king and for country.

(A retelling.)

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“What was that?!” Joshua shouted into his radio, trying to get answers from the lead car. “Does anyone have eyes on that bogie—Mr. President, sit down!”

Roland’s back impacted the back of his seat. Radios squawked to life, his security detail barking orders to turn around, to get out of the area. Ahead of them, the missile arced towards the center of the city, trailing smoke. Not daring to take his eyes off the window, he reached for his phone. He had to call Alex, warn her, tell her to get Trevor—

Light flashed outside the window. There was no sound to it, no immediate sign the missile had gone off except for that light. Night turned into day, the near instantaenous mushroom cloud looming even over the tallest skyscrapers, a soundless behemoth of death and destruction. He watched, heart in his throat, as the nearest buildings simply disappeared, wiped out by the blastwave.

It was coming right for them. There was nowhere to go, no way to get out of its path on the bridge, nowhere to take cover. Unable to do anything, Roland could only watch as the lead car caught the blast first, flipping end over end towards them. He had barely a second to brace himself before—

Roland drove his fist into cold metal with a tremendous clang. His hand immediately protested, sharp pain rattling through his knuckles and up to his wrist, but he didn’t care. He didn’t have it in him to care about such minor concerns like pain or the ice cold wind at that moment.

“Hiiiiig…” Tove crooned worriedly in his ear. Turning his face to the wind, Roland leaned his back against the outside wall of the Factory and looked up at the sky. Cloud free that high up and painfully blue in the late autumn morning, it had no answers for him.

There were no answers. His shoulder still ached, a phantom throb keeping time with his pulse, but it was his heart that hurt the most. He had tried for so long to not think about it, to move on as best he could from the shadow of his old life, but like a shadow it had followed him. He had been a fool to think he could have left it behind so easily; there would be no moving on from this. From what had happened that night. He had to face the facts.

His family, and his world, were dead.

Choking on a sob, Roland sank to the cold metal steps. He knew the plans, the protocols, the chain of command. No matter how he tried to convince himself otherwise, he knew what that one blast would have actually set off. Nausea churned in his gut; he pulled his legs up, hid his face in his knees and tried not to think.

“Hig?” Tove asked again. He bounced from Roland’s shoulder to his knee, shoving tiny hands into his hair. “Hig!”

Roland said nothing. There was nothing to say. He had been trying so hard not to think about it that he’d never prepared himself to face the truth, and now it was slamming into him like a sack of bricks. His heart, a bruised and beaten thing, ached.

His family!

Eyes burning, Roland turned his head away as footsteps clunked on the steps heading towards him. There was silence for a moment, then Batu heaved a great sigh.

“Roland,” he rumbled, surprisingly gentle, “Is it alright if I sit here, lad?”

Roland shrugged, a quick jerk of his shoulders up and down. Batu sighed once more. Cloth shifted, and soon Roland’s side was pressed up against a warm bulk. He didn’t pull away, nor did he lift his head. His ribs trembled with the effort to keep his breathing steady. He couldn’t handle questions right now. He couldn’t handle someone asking if he was alright when he so clearly was not.

“Ye gave Vector quite the spook back there, I’d say,” Batu said quitely, “Sounded quite like Miss Aranella, if I do say so meself.”

Coming from Batu, that was a compliment of the highest order. Roland snorted, the sound thick and watery. His eyes burned, throat clogging as he began to lose ground against the emotions he refused to let out. For a few seconds, Batu was silent. Then, carefully, he lay a hand on the back of Roland’s neck.

“Roland…ye ain’t from Dell, are ye?”

Roland was so tired. Too tired to fight this any longer. He shook his head into his knees before he really realized the implications of that simple gesture. There was no point in hiding it anymore, was there? Not after his outburst, the panic from just hours earlier. No one truly from Dell would have had any reason to care about reactors and explosions, or known so much about the potential fallout from one going up like a powderkeg. Batu squeezed the back of his neck.

“Well now, let me see if I got this right,” He said, his voice becoming pensive. “Yer from someplace else, someplace that ain’t Dell, and ye know what happens when somethin’ like the Reactor goes all Critical on ye.” He went quiet, no doubt putting the pieces together, then added, “…Ye’ve seen this before, haven’t ye, lad?”

A wave of nausea threatened to pull Roland under. He fought against it as best he could, but all he could manage was a nod into his knees. His heart thudded against his sternum as he fought for the strength to speak.

“War happened,” He managed to croak, forcing the words out past the lump in his throat. “People…they made Reactors into bombs. Started a war.”

A war that would end everything he’d ever known. Another sob forced its way up his throat, escaping before he could stop it. He tucked himself tighter, hands reaching up and digging into his scalp. All he could see was fireballs and mushroom clouds, Trevor’s terrified face, Alex praying and finding no answers, no way to save her life or the life of her son and what right did he have to live on so happily when they were gone—

“None’a’that, lad,” Batu rumbled gently. One big hand slipped over Roland’s, carefully dislodging his fingers from his hair. Before Roland could draw the strength to protest, Batu had slipped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him in close, close enough that Roland could hear his heartbeat, his voice a rumble through his chest. “Yer safe ‘here. That won’t happen to ye again.”

No, Roland thought with startling clarity, it wouldn’t. For whatever reason, he had been saved. For whatever reason, he had lived on when his family had surely died. He had been brought to this world for a reason, and now…now he knew what that reason was.

He was here to put an end to Doloran, one way or another.

Except, he couldn’t do that, either. He couldn’t just end it and leave Evan without a father for the second time in his young life. Whether the young boy had known what he’d said that night or not, Roland had come to think of him as a son in his own right. To abandon him now…he couldn’t. He wouldn’t do that again.

He’d failed Trevor. He wouldn’t fail Evan.

Lifting a hand to his face, Roland covered his eyes. Tears built up against his palm, streaking down his cheeks as his control wavered. He had to hold it together! He had to be strong for Evan, for Tani, for Aranella, for everyone who was counting on him. He couldn’t afford emotional breakdowns. Not now.

“…I know.” He finally said, voice still thick. “I just…it’s a lot.”

“Aye,” Batu said. He levered Roland upright until they were eye to eye; Batu’s eyes were dark, stern and firm. “But ye ain’t got to handle it alone, and ye know that. ‘Member what I said before we set sail? We’re a family, you blasted swab. What’s yer burden’s our burden, and we ain’t about to let ye go carryin’ it alone!”

More tears welled up and spilled over before Roland could contain them. He took in a shuddering breath, shame flushing his cheeks.

“I can’t…” He looked down. “I can’t…talking about it is…”

It hurt too much. Batu set his hands down firmly on Roland’s shoulders and gave him a little shake until he looked up once more.

“Ye don’t have to, lad,” the big man said, “Yer past is yer own, same as whatever reason ye never told us. All I’m sayin’ is ye can’t let it drag ye to the bottom. Leave it where it belongs, Roland. It’s the past for a reason.” He stopped, then chuckled ruefully. “Course, I’m one to prattle on ‘bout such things. I ain’t gone and forgotten me brother or his woman, neither.” He took a deep breath and added, “But sometimes, ye have to think of what the people ye’ve lost’d want for ye. What they’d want ye to do.”

What they would want? Roland already knew that. Alex would have wanted him to live on, to be happy, to—maybe someday—love again. Trevor would have been too young to understand, but…if he could see what his old man was getting up to, he’d have been so happy. He’d always loved the fairytales. Roland laughed, a sob bubbling up and threatening to send him into another round of tears.

He’d lost the details to time; the scent of Alex’s perfume, the slope of Trevor’s nose, the sounds of their voices. Time was erasing his memories, as it always did, but the place they held in his heart would always be there. Maybe going on, living without them, really was the best way to honor their memory, but…

He wasn’t ready to let go. Not yet.

“…It’s hard,” he whispered, “I didn’t…I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

Batu pulled him forward, wrapping him up in strong arms. Feeling like a child all over again and too exhausted to care, Roland sank into the embrace. He hid his face in Batu’s strong shoulder, trying to hold it together just a little longer.

“’m sorry, lad,” Batu rumbled, “Ye didn’t deserve what happened to ye, or to them. Ye oughta know that.”

Choking on another sob, Roland closed his eyes. With no fight left in him, he let the dark pull him under into sleep.

Maybe things would be better in the morning.