#wing zero custom

[luperpla]

MG kits I've finished from 2020-2025 in no particular order

[alphamecha-mkii]

Is the Shelter Secure? by 太斗

[oldfatwarlock]

[sauloldmin]

RG Wing Zero Custom EW

[gundamfight]

[rtgame]

my first custom gunpla is finished!!!! this was my first time painting a kit and while the experience was slightly frustrating, im really happy with the final result!!!

she still doesnt have a name though….

[catschimericalcreations]

second-life materials, sustainable crafting and zero-waste plushies

I've been poking around my database of chimerical creations while I work on my "What It Made" queue again and out of 1025 thrifted plushies I've used to make by weird little beasts, 370 of them were only used to make one new beast.

That's not necessarily a bad thing; sometimes I do use up a whole plushie on a single project.

Most of my cerberuses, for example, are an essentially untouched dog (or less often, a bird, cat etc) stuffie with extra heads sewn on.

And if I have a lot of little scrappy bits, I'll often use them to make what I call an "accessorised whole" - a rabbit gets horns added to make a jackalope, or something without wings gets wings added, or I sew a bunch of spiky bits along the spine to make a chupacabra.

So again, there's no seperation of the base plushie and no parts to be repurposed.

But as of right now, I've got 143 plushies that I've cut up and only used parts of, and only to create one new creature.

So, for the rest of July (and I know it's only eleven days, but I like an achievable target!) I'm only going to be making scrapbag babies (plushies made entirely from leftovers) or accessorised wholes (plushies whose extra bits and pieces also come only from the leftovers I already have on hand)

Gotta cut down on these scraps and make sure that I'm making the best of what I've got on hand!

As inspiration, here's a quick look at the five different chimera plushies I made using parts of a single Flitter the Butterfly:

One pair of wings to make Sasha the Winged Dog (an accessorised whole):

Lavender the Winged Cat (an accessorised whole):

Agape the Magnus Archives Corruption / Lovebombing inspired Mega Bug (a scrapbag baby):

Funky Jumper the Chupacabra (an accessorised whole):

Augustus Roake the Silt Verses inspired crab amalgamate (a scrapbag baby):

tip jar

[roesart]

Second try at a Wing Gundam colored wing gundam zero honoo. This time with turbo dork turboshift paints.

[lonk-water]

The kit I bought yesterday btw

I originally wanted to buy a RG sazabi but they didn't list this one on their online shop so when I saw it in store I immediately changed my mind

[rawme-price]

Avian!gaz x oblivious!reader who has zero clue abt avian customs...

Ur from a different unit, the only hybrids you really work with being canines. Avians are already pretty rare, but they're practically nonexistent in the military. Ofc when you meet gaz youre just excited to get to know another teammate (who just so happens to be hot as fuck). You two get along well, easily joking together and breezing through ops. Unfortunately for gaz, you haven't really known any other avians.

You dont even realize it, but you've been 'courting' gaz for weeks now. Showing up with little snacks for him, sparring with him, hell you even made a little nest out of the blankets in your room for movie night without realizing. Gaz is head over heels for you, but convinced ur just a well meaning friend whos oblivious.

You whistle absently when you work, and it sounds so similar to the flirty chirps gaz makes that he has to sit down for a solid minute when he first hears it. He doesn't know, but you actually got the tune from him, thinking it just sounded so pretty and now its stuck in ur head.

It eventually comes to a head when you two have just gotten done sparring. You flushed because ur crush just had you pinned to the mats, and gaz flushed because you made the cutest squeak that could maybe sound like a chirp (his avian brain is delusional lol). Anyways, his wing feathers are all ruffled and puffed up, and without even thinking you reach a hand out to smooth out the small feathers close to his back.

Gaz outright moans at your touch. You snatch your hand back as if burned, eyes wide as gaz looks just as mortified as you feel. Sure, maybe you two should probably talk about whatever that just was, but you see the boner growing in his pants and suddenly nothing matters besides getting that monster in ur mouth.

Some insanely horny and amazing sex later, gaz is trying to tell you gently that he doesn't want anything casual and you two really shouldn't play around, when you blurt out "wanna date?"

Anyways two weeks later you guys are inseparable and very much in love🙂‍↕️👍

[alphamecha-mkii]

Wing Zero Custom by tyuga

[oldfatwarlock]

Roger that

[five-crows-in-a-trenchcoat]

@sunmustrise ty ^^ im not fully certain how i'll end up colouring his and poob's wings, but heres the shape of them from the back in my sketchbook:

i may end up colouring them more like a davinci contraption in the end, we shall see.

as for poob, they'll probably be wearing a different coloured cape every time we see them.

rlly quick isesky au doodles bc i wanted to get the cape designs down. part one of the prologue is coming out soon i promise

[gundamfight]

[roesart]

More pics of my turboshift Wing Gundam colored Wing Gundam zero Honoo.

[mahalachives]

Part 2: Plot Twist: You're All Fictional

Summary: You were just rereading A Court of Thorns and Roses in bed when the universe decided to yeet you straight into Prythian, landing face-first in Rhysand’s lap. Now, you're a pajama-clad disaster with Cheeto fingers, emotionally harassing Azriel, befriending Mor, verbally sparring with the High Lords, and naming feral chickens after the Shadowsinger. You may not know why you’re here, but one thing’s for sure: you’re going to make it everyone's problem.

Genre: crack humor, drabble, minor az x reader (bcus why not)

Oops, I tripped Into Prythian - Masterlist

You had been in Prythian for exactly one week, and it was time to address the most pressing issue of all.

These people didn’t know they were in a book series.

You discovered this terrifying fact over dinner, when you accidentally let it slip that Feyre’s “entire life arc” hit harder than your student loan debt.

Feyre paused mid-bite. “My what?”

Cassian looked up, suspicious. “What did you say?”

You blinked. “Uh. Your... life arc. Like, the plot. The narrative. The emotional beats? No?”

Nesta slowly set down her fork. “Why does she sound like Gwyn when she’s two poems deep into a wine night?”

So naturally, because you had zero impulse control and no concept of self-preservation, you decided to fix the situation.

By holding a book club.

You gathered the entire Inner Circle in the House of Wind library and dramatically unveiled the stack of ACOTAR books Mor had helped you recreate with a little Illyrian smuggling and Helion’s glamour spells.

“Welcome,” you declared, arms outstretched, “to your unsolicited literary awakening.”

Rhysand eyed the books like they were cursed. “You’re telling me someone… wrote down our lives?”

“Multiple someones,” you said solemnly. “And then sold them. Worldwide.”

Azriel’s jaw ticked. “So strangers know... everything?”

You nodded. “Everything.”

Cassian leaned forward, grinning. “Even about-”

“Yes, Cassian,” you interrupted. “Even that.”

He fist-pumped. “Nice.”

Feyre picked up A Court of Mist and Fury, frowning as she flipped through the pages. “Why does this make me sound like a YA protagonist with trauma and a painting fetish?”

“Because you are,” you said helpfully.

She blinked.

Nesta grabbed Silver Flames and skimmed a few pages before muttering, “Well. This is uncomfortably accurate.”

Cassian peeked over her shoulder. “They really wrote that scene? That scene?”

Nesta smirked. “Word for word.”

Rhysand was halfway through A Court of Frost and Starlight when he scowled. “Why does this one feel like filler?”

“Because it is,” you and Nesta said in perfect unison.

Mor, gleeful, held up Wings and Embers. “Wait-does this mean Cassian is officially a simp?”

“Yes,” you said. “Certified. Trademarked. Embossed in gold.”

Cassian threw a pillow at you. “And what about you? Are you in these books?”

You shrugged. “Sadly, no. I am but a humble interdimensional interloper. However…” You dramatically pulled out a custom-made novella cover with YOU x AZRIEL: Mating Bond Mayhem printed on it in shimmering Night Court silver.

Azriel stared at it like it personally offended him.

“Please tell me that isn’t real,” he muttered.

You winked. “It is in my heart.”

Rhys flipped open A Court of Thorns and Roses, reading aloud. “He was the most beautiful male I’d ever seen.’”

You leaned in. “Yes. And that’s Tamlin. Remember him?”

Rhys dropped the book like it burned. “Unclean.”

Feyre giggled.

Nesta snorted.

Even Azriel’s shadows flared like they were trying not to laugh.

Then Elain, who had been quietly reading in the corner, finally looked up.

“I like this version of me,” she said softly.

Everyone froze.

You blinked. “You… what now?”

Elain held up A Court of Silver Flames, pointing to a scene where she verbally eviscerates Lucien. “I like that I get mad. That I have feelings. That I say things.”

Cassian whispered, “Oh gods. She's awakening.”

Azriel looked genuinely alarmed.

“Elain,” Feyre said slowly, “you’re always allowed to say things.”

“I know,” Elain replied, deadly calm. “But now I have dialogue.”

Mor cackled.

Nesta looked like she’d been waiting years for this. Rhysand leaned over to Feyre and whispered, “Do we… encourage this?”

You stood and raised your hands. “Friends. Fae. Chaos incarnate. I have one final proposal.”

Cassian perked up. “Does it involve more books?”

“No,” you said gravely. “It involves us starting a book club.”

Rhys groaned. “We live the events already, why would we-”

“Because,” you interrupted, “it’s different when you know spoilers.”

Azriel narrowed his eyes. “Spoilers?”

You grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know who your mate is?”

Everyone froze.

You turned dramatically toward him. “Spoiler alert: It’s me.”

Azriel turned and walked away.

You cupped your hands around your mouth and yelled after him, “I HAVE FANFICS TO PROVE IT.”

He didn’t stop.

But Elain, flipping through A Court of Mist and Fury again, murmured, “Wait… what’s fanfic?”

And you smiled.

Because Prythian wasn’t ready.

And neither were they.

To be continued.