gabe vo: i'm not an armored core im an angel
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AC6 Mechs Inspired By Your Muse | Not Accepting
Same as before nerding out below and to save people time, tumblr REALLY HATES VIDEOS (even short ones) BUT ANYWAY...
so the one major snag I had with trying to make something that felt "Gabe-like" (or even Ultrakill inspired either) js that the game basically forces you to either go light with no weapons or heavy with every weapon alive.
So to alleviate that I took the middle ground while trying to do the most "bossish" kind of weapon style possible.
Left Hand 1 & 2 ("Moonlight" Blade & "Moonlight Blade...2": If you squint hard enough its Justice and Splendor but a coat of paint this is probably obvious but they are the most "bladey" blade weapons we have. Started with this instead of the right hand because its a style of "use one blade, throw it on the back to cool down, and then use the other one". A very "I will give you no room to breathe" type of style of fighting
Right Hand 1 (Linear Rifle): sadly unlike previous games (ATM) you can't use melee weapons in both hands. Closest thing to really feeling like putting on the pressure is the above, where on TOP of the two swords beams being thrown out you can charge up this little "definitely not a sniper rifle". Once they make a mistake or land abruptly give 'em the good old "gotcha bitch" moment.
Back Right (Gun Turret): To try and stay as mobile as possible without a huge ass rocket on the back. Follows the simple idea of "Turn it on, watch it harass the enemy, profit!" mentality while you are throwing out everything else at them.
Design wise yeah I did kinda just make it look like Gabe (:3) but with a few extra stickers that probably aren't visible in the pictures to help give off that aura of a Judge getting onto the field and ready to do some work.
Now lets both get out there and root for dual melee weapons for the DLC that will totally come out eventually.
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Day 29: benevolent
One more day to go!! Wooo!
This one is sort of a continuation of that charity shop AU that I did for another day, but this time it’s in that lady at the charity who who Tom spoke to’s perspective:
A general passerby of Tom Riddle’s charity shop might think of Tom as a benevolent man. A well-meaning, kind sort of person, who only wants good for the world. Know him for any longer than that, and it was almost certain your opinion on Tom would be the exact opposite. When Amy had first met Tom, he was just a normal customer, albeit an annoying one, but nevertheless, still your average customer. But then he returned five minutes later, claiming to now be the owner of the charity shop. Amy hadn’t believed it at first, but after catching Hermione Granger before she left the shop for good, it was all confirmed. Amy’s new boss had bought the charity shop for just £10, and then he was off trying to collect some things that his husband had apparently given to the charity shop without Tom’s permission. Amy’s new opinion of Tom was that he was an interesting man, though impulsive and honestly quite mad. Amy had spit out her tea when she saw her new boss on the news.
“A man identified as Tom Riddle has just been caught for stealing. Reports say he stole his own diary back, taking it off someone by force. He also broke into someone’s house to steal a diadem, stole a locket off of a politician who had apparently forcibly taken it off a thief, who had stolen it from someone’s house. Tom Riddle also stole someone’s engagement ring in the middle of a proposal, and stole an antique cup from a restaurant,” said the reporter, “and all of this happened on the same day, in around a two or three hour period.”
Amy blinked. Okay, new opinion on Tom; a weird, criminally insane psychopath. Amy always got the best bosses...
Another man with messy black hair appeared on the screen, “Um, hi. I’m Harry Potter, Tom’s husband. And um, yeah, that’s just Tom for you. He likes to threaten murder as well, but he hasn’t done anything yet... I think.” Amy was concerned about how casually Harry said this, but she supposed weirdos were attracted to weirdos.
“Tom Riddle claimed to have owned all of the items he had stolen, but Harry Potter had ‘contumaciously taken them to the charity shop’, and the items had been bought,” the reporter continued. Tom was now seen looking surprisingly excited, and waved at the cameras.
“Hello, wonderful to have you on my show. My name is Tom Riddle, and welcome back to How I Did It,” said Tom, displaying his charming smile. There was a shuffle as some people tried to shut him up, and then Tom continued slightly more seriously, “yes, I admit to my crimes, but I blame my annoying husband, and he should go to jail with me. Oh and by the way, you should go visit that charity shop I bought just before doing this, it has some great stuff. Trust me, I looked through it all.”
The news moved onto the weather, and Amy turned off the television. She got up and started to get ready for bed. At least she wouldn’t have to work for Tom for a while, since he’d be in jail, and Tom might actually have to give up the charity shop, so it wouldn’t be all that bad.
Oh, how wrong she was.
When Amy turned up to work the next day, there was Tom, looking all smug and bossish.
“Mr Riddle, you’re- you’re not in jail?” Amy said as a way of greeting.
“I got bailed out,” Tom said, then he looked inquisitive, “always seems to happen, even for my worst crimes.”
Oh great, so now apparently Tom had done other crimes before this one.
“Oh! Well, erm, great to have you back,” Amy said with false enthusiasm, “can’t wait to start work with you.”
“Wonderful,” Tom replied, and walked off.
Amy did business as usual for most of the day, until Tom approached her again, “Amy, was it?”
“Yes,” Amy said, suspicious.
“Amy, would you be a dear and run this shop whilst I go to my actual job. Won’t be more than a few hours. Promise,” Tom said, then pat her on the shoulder.
“Well, um, actually, I-” But Tom was already gone. Great, now she was in charge of a charity shop.
“Hi, can I speak to your manager?” asked a random guy.
“Uh, sure, I’ll just- actually, that’d be me,” Amy breaths, “what’s your inquiry, sir?”
“This jumper is like, really old, but like, I wanted a new one, and like, it’s not,” said the guy. Amy tried not to sigh as she inwardly screamed.
“Nothing is new here, sir, this is a secondhand shop,” Amy said calmly.
“What, so like, this used to be someone’s new shop, and then like, someone else got given it?” the guy asked. Amy was now punching the guy in her mind.
“Well, probably, but I mean everything we sell here is secondhand,” Amy said, hoping that her irritation wasn’t showing too much in her voice.
“Oh, ew, then like, why am I shopping here? Like, I never go to secondhand shops, that’s just like, ew,” the guy dropped the jumper he was holding onto the ground and quickly left. Amy finally let out her loud sigh and picked up the jumper.
Um, excuse me, but there’s a bomb under that table,” said a lady. Amy stared at the bomb—criminal boss, control over the shop, an annoying customer and now a bomb—this day couldn’t possibly get any worse, “and also someone just robbed you. Oh and also the bomb exploded two seconds ago and everyone’s dead. Also we never existed, this whole life was made up in your head because you’re still a little traumatised kid, and this is your only escape-”
Amy opened her eyes wide, then turned her head to see her husband still sound asleep next to her. She looked at the ceiling as she tried to recall her dream. It was a pretty damn weird one, that was for sure. Her phone started buzzing, and she picked it up. It was three in the morning, why was anyone calling her this early?
“Hello?” she answered, her voice cracked.
“Hello,” it was her crazy boss that had been on the news last night, “listen, um, I don’t actually want the charity shop, so you can keep it.”
Amy rubbed her eyes, trying to comprehend Tom’s words. Something about her having control of the charity shop, wasn’t it? It reminded her of her dream which was rapidly fading from her memory.
“Sorry, what?” Amy mumbled, “and what are you doing up so early?”
“My sleeping patterns are weird,” Tom answered simply, “anyway, I signed some contracts, forged your signature, and you now own the charity shop.”
“Oh, great...” Amy rolled over in her bed. Perhaps she was still dreaming. She pinched herself, but she could feel it. Damnit. So she really did now own some business. She poked her husband, and he moved a bit, but then woke up, “hey John, I own the charity shop now.”
“What?” John replied sleepily.
“I now officially own that charity shop I’ve worked at for three years,” Amy smiled as it sinked in finally. She never wanted it, but could it really be all that bad? Well, yes, but it didn’t have to be.
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