#char ( fin )

[galactic-johnny]

Here is the RG Hi Nu Gundam (spelled like Hi-ν Gundam?) with the hyper mega bazooka launcher. I actually built this months ago but the bazooka launcher came in the mail 2 weeks ago. ngl i got it because I wanted it to go with the hyper mega bazooka launcher, which was financially questionable since the bazooka launcher is pbandai. Fortunately the RG Hi Nu Gundam is one of the best RGs ever (also the scale is closer to 1/100 than 1/144?). Also worth noting the bazooka launcher comes with 2 action bases. Sometimes you need a giant cannon to go with your giant robot. It also works with other gundams and the hands for the GWitch HGs fit in just fine. I showed Calibarn for scale. It's so large I couldn't get a picture that showed the whole thing with the details easily visible on my phone camera. The lat picture is it next to some MGs.

10/10 very fun.

[starsmuserainbow]

Two very exhausting days in which I had no chance to get any writing done, sorry. To make up for it (not really), though -

I made a Sheshe!

[our-fav-hs-char]

Who is our favourite?

[gmod]

annnnd thk's redesign is done!!

[queen-vv]

Tonight's insane idea (before I go to bed): Make a reanimated style do over of the last two episodes of gundam 1979 with Mario characters replacing the originals, entitled 'The Battle of A Bowser Qu'

[meeel-things]

Bueno, fin de semana de carrera en Brasil ♡ (mi circuito favorito en todo el puto año y Lewis corre de local ♡♡♡) y juega BOCA la FINAL DE LA LIBERTADORES EN EL MARACANÁ. Eso es igual a: Si pierde Boca voy a estar triste y llorando hasta el próximo año Y si Lewis o Charles tienen una mala carrera TAMBIÉN voy a estar triste y voy a llorar hasta año que viene.

En conclusión: mi estabilidad mental y emocional dependen de 11 tipos tratando de ganar la 7ma y de mis dos pilotos y que sus equipos no les arruinen la carrera.

Fin del comunicado.

[solidwater-arts]

[ID: A digital drawing of Pearl, Etho and Tango peeking from behind a wall. Pearl is standing up, leaning away from the wall as if coming from behind it. She has red and blue scales, gills, and fins.

Etho is leaning to his left to peek, extending his left leg for balance. He has a bright green eye with black sclera, and a bright red eye with dark red sclera. He also has pointed ears and phantom wings.

Tango is crouching behind the wall and peeking, with his hands on the wall. His hair is drawn as fire, and he has a thin long tail that ends in a tuff of hair, also drawn as fire. He has pointed ears that look charred at the tips.

The wall says "pet!", and the letters are aligned with the character they represent. /End ID]

PET postal woooooo

I never draw cartoony stuff and I took a lot of inspiration from @/cherrifire's style, as you can probably tell. Very happy with this one

[cvnt4him]

— ˗ˋ ୨ ~𝑎 𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒~ ୧ ˊ˗ —

All of my izuku writings in one place!!

fluff/comfort = ❤︎ smut = ** angst/hurt = ☹︎ random shit = 𖦹 suggestive = * Request/asks = 🎗️ EVENT!! = ★ multi char = ☁︎ mikah’s fav! = ♪

Events!!

Izuku week! [fin.]

Series.

Neighbors. [ongoing]

Our First.(s). [ongoing]

Fics.

Live for the applause.: **

My love, mine all mine.: ☹︎ / 🎗️

Vengeance is mine.: ** / ☹︎

Stuck inside..: ** / ☹︎ / 🎗️

Slut him out!!: ** / 🎗️

Good guy my ass.: **

Reader gets hit w bunny quirk.: ** / 🎗️

Switch!zuzu x switch!reader.: ❤︎ / ** / 🎗️

Life moves on.: ☹︎ / 🎗️

Izuku x reader w insomnia: ❤︎ / 🎗️

Zu can't tie a tie.: ❤︎ / 🎗️

This is what friends do.: ** / 🎗️

Walking in on bestfriend!zuku?!: **/ ☹︎ / 🎗️

Brainrot/PnP.

femboy!zuzu pt2: ** / 𖦹

think’n ab zu<33.: ** / 𖦹

prohero!izuku pt2.: **

Relieving teacher!izuku: ** / 🎗️

Walking in on izuku?!: ** / 🎗️

Baby fever w zu: ** / 🎗️ / ★

Headcanons.

Guys w a chubby gf: ** / * /☁︎

attitudes w sassy men: ** / 🎗️ / ☁︎

Lovesick!zuzu.: ❤︎ / 🎗️

Stressed out reader.: ❤︎ / ☹︎ / 🎗️

Izu cock hcs!!!: ** / 🎗️

Best way to get izu off!: ** / 🎗️

Imagines.

Spending the 4th w zuzu!!: ❤︎ / 𖦹

js imagine..: ❤︎ / 🎗️

Cuddling w izuku!!: ❤︎ / 🎗️ / ★

Birthday head w zuzu: ** / 𖦹

Drabbles.

Comfort w vigilante!zuku.: ❤︎ / 🎗️ / ☹︎ / ★

Big d!zu w gray sweats?!: ** / 🎗️ / ★

Amusement park date w zu-kins!!: ❤︎ / 🎗️

Zu w a touchy bestie?!: * / 🎗️

zu can't tie a tie.: ❤︎ / 🎗️

Zuku x big tiddie!reader.: ** / 🎗️

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Yandere! Sugar daddy x "pure"! Reader

EEEEEEEEE Time to write my baby, the fruit of my dark rofan loins (jk) Basically, this yandere is my first yandere OC and when I gave life (lol) to him in Char/ai yesterday, I just knew he had to be next.

Also, I contemplated what title to give him since he's also a mafia boss, but I decided to go with Sugar daddy since it's the most integral part of his story.

Also, "pure" just means that you dress light, really. But in Rowan's eyes, you were like an angel, a pure being that he needs to taint (oops spoiler)

Yandere! Sugar daddy name: Rowan Silas (Yes, he even has a last name)

notes: Rowan is not old, OLD. He's not a Dilf/Gilf level sugar daddy. In his lore with my other OC (his love interest), he's older by five years. Also, reader has a womb, due to mentions of pregnancy (why did I do this pregnancy shit twice? Dunno really.)

TW: noncon pregnancy, trackers, nsfw stuff

ALSO, REQUESTS ARE OPEN <3 (I don't even know if people will request but LOL just in case.)

The man only knew pain and crime all his life.

He never experienced anything good, apart from gunning down his enemies alive if that even means the same as what people deem as "good".

His life of crime was because of his adoptive father, who picked him up from the slums to become one of his personnel.

He was only seven by then. But his hands stained with blood as he killed the other kid who drowned his precious pet kitten in the lake. That's where his father knew that Rowan is not normal.

I mean, who would sport a smile while choking his fellow kid alive?

All Rowan said was "He deserved it though."

"He took what's precious from me."

That was enough to make his father set him straight to become the heir of the mafia family.

He grew up battered and bruised yet the vices he only knew is his smoking from his precious churchwarden pipe, and violence.

He told his father that it was enough for him.

Yet his body raged on, wanting more and more as greed consumed him for more.

Yes, he's a greedy man who wants more.

After all, he had nothing, then had one precious thing, then lost that thing. And then, when he eliminated the person who stole his precious thing, he got everything.

Did that make sense? To Rowan, it didn't.

He already got everything, but why does he want more?

So with a clean shot to the head, he killed his father and immediately inherited the family.

Now, he can spend the money and the resources as much as he wants. So he did. He went to casinos, brothels, luxury hotels and cruises. Everything he thinks that he needs.

But he still wants more. He still needs more.

And by god, he did get more.

He bumped into you one day, with you in your soft outfit of creams and pastels. Your pure, clean eyes made his heart skip a beat as you said sorry to him.

His greed triggered.

He wanted you so bad.

When he learned you needed a job when he saw your folder filled with resumes, he felt like he won the lottery.

"How about becoming my sugar baby? Don't worry, I won't ask anything. Much."

And as your cute figure pondered what to do, he smirked. You, in the middle of his dim office, in light clothing and an innocent face, was such a contrast in the dark office filled with his smoke from his beloved churchwarden pipe. You stuck out like a sore thumb, and he liked it.

He loved it.

And as your lips dropped the answer he wanted to hear, he shivered and gave you a lopsided smile.

"Good. Now, what do you want, love?"

Rowan sat down on his office chair, he cracked his neck and sighed.

He was bone tired. He just finished a cartel mission that he himself as the boss had to interfere. It was annoying because it was due to his incompetent new recruits.

At least they're sleeping with the "fishies", as what you call the finned sea creatures.

He grabbed something from his pocket and brought it up to his face. It was an intricate jeweled choker with a lot of rose gold arcs, jewels that match your eyes, and a diamond encrusted opal centerpiece.

He imagined you wearing it. Wrapping the choker on your neck himself, seeing your eyes flash in wonder and amazement. He imagined you also getting shy and saying that it was too expensive, and him saying that it was okay, and he wanted to give you this entirely by his own volition. And he got excited.

...In one way or another.

He chuckled and shook his head, swinging on his swivel chair as he dialed your number.

After two rings, you picked up.

"Love, come here. I got a gift for you."

You whined, getting shy again. He chuckled.

"You know what I say, I don't want to hear you say no. So come here now."

So you did.

Once you got there, he smiled and kissed your lips softly, bringing you close to him by your waist and lifting you up easily with his tatted arms.

"Come, I'll give you the present myself."

You got curious naturally.

He settled you in front of the floor length mirror which also saw... Much more intimate and sensual things you both did other than this gift giving thing he's doing.

Rowan slowly grabbed your hair and raised it, making you shiver with goosebumps from the action. He smirked, seeing you so flustered from the simple act of him grabbing your hair.

Well, that, and he also liked to grab your hair a lot while fucking you senselessly. There's that too.

You closed your eyes when he told you too, and you felt the familiar cold sensation of jewelry resting on your neck. But this time, it hugged it, making you open your eyes. It was the beautiful choker he was admiring earlier.

"Do you love it?" Rowan asked, looking at you through the mirror as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You nodded enthusiastically and said yes. He smirked.

This was the first time you didn't say to take the gift back with such a flustered apprehensive look. You're starting to get greedy.

He loved that. A lot.

"Now, how about you kiss me in return, hmm?" You rolled your eyes and gently kissed him. You know this day is not just going to end in a kiss.

But you didn't mind.

And he knows that.

You went home that day with Rowan driving you. He gave you more gifts that you shyly accepted once more, making Rowan shiver in glee. Again, you didn't reject them at all.

You're slowly getting tainted by his greediness.

And hopefully, you will be greedy enough to bring up your relationship to him, and tell him that you wanted more to this.

That you wanted his love.

Oh, he trembles at the thought.

It's not a question of if, but when, after all.

But now, he's just slowly moving forward with your relationship. Slow and steady wins the race, after all. Despite him living such a fast paced life, he knows he's patient enough to wait for you.

But if you backtracked and got out of his tight grasp...

Let's just say that the tracker he planted on your laptop, your phone, and now your precious choker will help him find you if you ran away.

You were the light to his dark, dreary life.

He'll be crazy enough to let you go.

And he's already crazy about you.

That's why he's making you addicted to him also. Showering you with gifts and love. Praising your body, worshipping it, pleasing it until you reach the heavens like the angel you are.

And if you still didn't want him... Let's just say the condoms with holes in them that he himself poked will do the trick.

It was a dirty tactic. But who cares? He's a mafia boss for god's sake. Dirty tactics aren't new to him.

And if you still somehow didn't end up pregnant and got to run away, he'll use his influence to find you.

You got no escape.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

You were his love. His greed.

With a drag of his churchwarden pipe, he drove off to plan your wedding.

You were going to be his after all.

No matter what.

I don't know if I did my baby Rowan justice i'm going crazY FUCK.

Can you guys tell I have favoritism? Because I do LOL

[kakushino]

Meet cute

Tomioka Giyuu x Mer! GN! Reader

Nothing was more terrifying than having Death on your tail.

Tags: Modern AU, Mer AU (human char x mer reader) Word count: 489

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AN: First in a series of drabbles/snippets of Mer AU I brainrotted with my friends hehe~ Water painted by Ivan Aivazovsky (1817 - 1900)

Nothing was more terrifying than having Death on your tail.

It was just your luck that a pod of Death happened upon your coral reef, and you had just offered your abode to a kind octopus with fries to her name.

Weaving between the kelp off the side of your reef seemed to have confused them enough to allow you to swim to the shallows. You knew that would hardly stop them, powerful fins and agile bodies giving them the ability to strike right to the tide line – no further, lest they beach themselves-

A high-pitched sound reached your ears, interrupting your current of thought, and your heart fell into your stomach.

You poured all your energy into speed. Time was of the essence, they were getting closer, you could hear them now. You were surrounded. The only way out was out.

With the last of your power, and what the shallow water allowed you, you slid up the sandbank, just barely at the high tide line.

It wouldn’t keep you safe.

Strange echo of waves spurred your panicked crawling up the sand – the surface broke, water crashed – your keening song short, cut off – scorching hot hands grabbed your biceps and pulled.

Your back stung in direct sunlight, dorsal fin flapping to the side uncomfortably, pelvic fins scratched up. The sand hurt against your scales as they dried against the heated ground, much quicker than what was natural, but it was better than being torn apart for sport by Death.

You didn’t even look at what pulled you ashore, just rolled up, up, up the beach away from Death. You caught the sight of it retreating to the waters, and shade covered you as the heated hands dropped your arms.

Now far on land, your gills stuck closed, and you breathed hard through your mouth. The adrenaline made your limbs shake. Mind scrambled, eyes searching the surface for the damned black fins that were sure to appear when a pod of Death was nearby.

Nothing.

The sand near your hands moved.

Your head whipped around to look at what – who – dragged you from your demise.

A beautiful human was at your side, its own breathing slowing down from the mad dash to freedom. Long dark hair - messy, as if seawater caused it to dry like that; ruddy blush high on his cheeks – from the sun? from helping you? Skin so light and bright, covered in salt from your home, sparkly even in the shade.

Its eyes opened and the colour of the sea stared back at you.

You were speechless. Had you seen such a mer back home, you would have stayed.

“What are you?” it spoke at last – or he? His voice was deeper than a female mer, so you would say it was a he. The information helped you none because you didn’t understand a lick of his human song.

Well, you beached yourself. Now what?

Thanks for reading! Leave a comment or reblog if you liked it :3

Legend: Death = orca / killer whale (TBA)

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez

Honorary mentions: @starrierknight-main @aikugo @arlertdarling @mydarlingdahlia @glitchtricks94 (lmk if you want to be untagged)

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[blood-grove]

unnatural bleeding

merfolk au!

previous <- part 4 -> next

parings: gaz x reader

chars: gaz, price , soap , ghost

tws: blood, injuries, violence, past abuse, language, slow burn, rude reader.

a/n: THERE MEETING THERE MEETING :3

tags; @chickennn-soupp @cassiecasluciluce @sans-chara @lethargicluv 

Waking up again you were once again heavily confused shivering as you took a breath inhaling that familiar chemical scent.

Chemicals.

Chemicals?

It wasn't as strong as you remembered it the more you woke and regained feeling in your body you saw a fucking pool.

You were just nearby laying on a plastic hangover on the edge of it your tail hanging off the edge into the water.

Oh god.

Oh no.

Fuck

You pushed yourself up and pushed yourself into the pool before resurfacing your breathing picking up as you looked around the all to familar blank walls the one way glass mirror that didn't hide the feeling of eyes on you.

What?

No

No

No

-

Gaz winced as he watched the Mer panic, It was common for mer's who came from the ocean were usually not at all receptive to human intervention and or help.

The natural built in generational fear of humans made sense due the unsavory practices of the past due to myths stirred up way back then that there flesh brought youth back into you, that there fins were important ingredients for medicinal cures or just for high life luxury, and that they were just used as luxury pets.

He tried to not let his mind wonder any father as he glanced down to his notes biting his lip as he sighed just jotting down the usual panicked behavior internally hoping they'd still be tired from the sedative which they very much were as there panicked had died down to swimming around the barren pool.

Gaz huffed as he left the observation room and onto the observation deck a decent height above the pool his presence didn't go unnoticed as the mer's eye flicked over to him a deathly glare being sent at him.

Avoiding a splash sent up at him Gaz was unphased mostly jotting down notes now as the Mer calmed eventually now just watching him which he didn't at all mind gave him a better view of all of there body and tail jotting down specific markers and scars along the skin.

Looking back at his other Orca mer notes they had no features genetically similar to any of the other Orca's they've rehabbed at least in this area of the country and since they found them all alone he was to assume they either left there close familial group or was very much lost which was likely due to there injuries.

There's just no way there pod would have left them in such a state but at the same time after reviewing there injuries Gaz was unsure to say the least.

There injuries were way to aggressive to be a simple fight or struggle between prey and predator, Not specific enough for them to be from blades of a boat motor, And were also not specific enough for them to be a survivor of a failed poaching attempt.

Gaz sighed as he shifted on his feet glancing up from his notes and to the Mer which still stared at him.

"God's what happen to you.." He mumbled as he leaned against the railing the Mer had retreated back underwater seemingly bored with him now.

-

This was weird—

No this was wrong.

This human had been just watching you?

And doing whatever it was doing.

Should you stare back?

Maybe you'll freak it out.

You did not in fact freak it out and it was still doing something with that board.

This place didn't seem all too bad.

You couldn't smell the remnants of blood from past creatures like you could back there they never cleaned your holding pool enough to make that scent fade away sometimes it was strong enough that you could have sworn the corpses were just floating right next to you.

There has been cases when they tried to even partner you up with a another Mer for a chance at calming you.

You only had one incident for them to know you should be left isolated.

You didn't want to be alone.

But a noise brought you out of your mind.

"Hey? I uh..brought you food."

It was that human again from the dock now that you got a better look at him.

Weirdo.

You surfaced as you looked over at him.

He was in grabbing range.

But you rather not get punished.

Does this place do punishments?

It's not the old place.

Hm.

You eventually decided not to drown him and instead waiting as he got closer cautious with a bucket of Fish that didn't smell like it was decaying for one still fresh possibly been frozen as he pushed over the bucket allowing you to get closer to the edge of the pool as he backed up out of reach.

To say you were hungry was a understatement as you ate till you were full enough pushing the bucket back towards him squinting at him as he chuckled.

"You must of been starving huh?..I know this must be confusing but were all here to help."

Lies.

"I'll be back to feed you later in a couple of hours.."

Don't come back.

"..Alright see you later Scarface."

What?

That name confused you greatly but you chose to ignore it you've been called worse.

Oh god what if they start calling you that?

"[Name]"

The human stopped dead in his tracks as he looked back at you.

"[Name]?"

You nodded as he hummed.

"Mines Gaz or..Well Kyle."

"Stupid names."

He was bewildered for a moment before chuckling once more.

"Alright Scarface"

"Kyle"

[jellyfshing]

C3彡 shark id pack !!

☆~{ for @ashlynsgarden }~☆

C3彡 names :

shark , sharkette , sharkesse , sharklet , ocean , oceanne , oceanette , oceanesse , sharky(ie) , epaulette , epy , blue , mako , silky , aqua , aqueous , ripple(y) , lapis , mari , marina , marine , reef , reefette , reefesse , reeflet , reefie , reefle , dwelline , dwellyne , fin(n) , silkie , dot , splash , hydro , coral , frye , shiver

C3彡 pronouns :

shark sharks , drip drops , clear clears , water waters , aqua aquas , ripple ripples , splash splashes , cold colds , ocean oceans , coral corals , fish fishes , blue blues , wave waves , beach beaches , shore shores , marine marines , reef reefs , tide tides , fin fins , jaw jaws , meg mega , gill gills , mae maes , mako makos , epau epaulette , bite bites , splish splash , sea seas , tooth teeth , swim swims , hyd hydros , bull bulls , silk silkies , chomp chomps , 🦈 🦈s , 🪸 🪸s , 🌊 🌊s , 💧 💧s , 🗺 🗺s , 🏝 🏝s

C3彡 titles :

the shark , the oceanic (one) , the predator , the marine predator , [prns] strong jaw , the (reef / sea / ocean / water) dweller , the gilled one , the sharp-toothed , the hunter of the sea , the seas feared , [prn] who is fear across oceans , the one with many teeth , [prn] who lurks in the depths , the carnivorous , [prn] who chomps , [prn] with the sharpest teeth , [prn] cold blooded body , the strong sensed , friend of the ocean , [prn] whos home is the coral , [prn] who sweeps the sand , the aquatic one

C3彡 genders :

angselamoric , sharkgender , blahajgender , sharkpuppy , sharkfrilled , sharkboygender / sharkgirlgender , sharkkittygender , autiwhalesharkic , oceangender , seagender , whimisiaquata , oceanstaric , deepseaesic , celeseagender , aecatoric , merpearlia , oceaenigmatic , caerocvitta

C3彡 i hope these are okay, i would have added more genders but i reached char lim !!

[pixiemage]

My Fate Is In Your Hands - Entry 2

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➤ Investigate. The fire isn't too close to town, and someone else could need help.

Jimmy stares up at the fire for only a second longer before setting his jaw in determination. The entire mesa is under his protection, not just the town. And there isn’t another emperor around for miles. If there’s anyone up on top of the cliff, Jimmy might be their only hope.

He spots a familiar face in the nearby crowd and catches the young man’s elbow. It’s Billy, the farmhand who often volunteers to help with the creepers and horses. His narrow face turns to Jimmy immediately, green eyes bright and eager and ready to help with whatever the Sheriff is about to ask of him.

“Get Henry,” Jimmy tells him. Billy’s best friend, another farmhand. Henry’s a bit less zealous than his other half, but the two of them are good at working together and dealing with a crisis. “You two get everyone to stay here, alright? Sheriff’s orders. Keep ‘em safe, an’ if the fire spreads our way you get Johnny and Charlie to help put it out. Got that?”

“Yessir,” Billy nods, already slipping free from Jimmy’s hold to go and do as he’s told.

“Billy!” Jimmy says again, and Billy stops long enough to look back. “I’m checkin’ out the fire. I’ll be back soon.”

Another nod, and Billy’s gone.

Jimmy hurries away from the crowd, waiting until he has some room before picking up speed, snapping his wings wide and forcing them downward to lift off from the ground. He kicks up red dust in his wake, but he’s far from anyone who would be bothered by it, and he’s long gone before it can stir up enough to get in his eyes. The sky is dark now and the air is brisk, chilled, though not quite as cold as it always becomes out here in the mesa after the heat of the day has died off. Bare traces of lingering warm breeze catch Jimmy’s feathers but he doesn’t pay it much mind, so focused as he is on the rolling light of flames drawing him like a beacon to their source.

Jimmy hasn’t even landed yet when bright white and red catch his eye, large chunks of broken metal painted over, smooth and curved where it has remained intact and darkened in areas where the fire has charred and scorched the surface. Whatever it is, it’s massive, with rounded windows and large triangular sections jutting off like - like wings, or fins, or–

It’s a ship.

The realization hits Jimmy as he lands, dust kicking up around his boots and his eyes flying wide. He’s staring at the massive broken hull of a ship, a spaceship, like ones he’s seen in books or heard about in the stories Joel and Sausage make up for Hermes. It’s a rocket, and though Jimmy has never seen one before in his life - he had thought they were only stories until now - he’s entirely certain that’s what he’s seeing. A spaceship has crashed on the border of Tumble Town, and Jimmy isn’t quite sure what to do.

…spaceships had pilots.

Jimmy moves forward on instinct, wincing against the waves of heat rolling off the wreckage now that he’s closer. It’s so much hotter than he thought it would be. Tumble Town’s monthly bonfires couldn’t possibly compare. But he’s determined all the same.

Spaceships had pilots. They didn’t just fly all by themselves, so there must be someone inside this one. Right? Surely there’s someone inside, unless they managed to get out before the crash, but somehow Jimmy doubts it. He needs to find them. They need his help, whoever they are, and the longer he waits the more likely it is they won’t make it out alive.

But it’s risky. Even this far away, Jimmy’s already starting to sweat, the fire so alive and so deadly that it’s enough to make him pause. He would respawn if something went wrong, but it would be a painful one. Death by fire isn’t pretty. The pilot might not be on the whitelist, he reminds himself, his thoughts flying. He needs to decide fast. If I died I’d respawn, and I’d be down for the count for a whole day. But if the pilot doesn’t make it, they might not respawn at all.

[argumentalist]

Now that I've got a master grade version of Char's Zaku II, I had to get a Gundam too. I've really liked the added detail, complexity, and accessories of the Origin kits... So I went with the MG Origin RX-78-02.

This is only the second master grade kit I've built, so I'm still kind of feeling my way through the line. It's a big box, with lots of plastic.

I was a little dismayed to see a sheet of foil stickers in the box. I can't help feeling like something called "master grade" shouldn't need foil stickers. Give me some reflective/metallic/plated parts!

Also... The sticker-style decal sheet seemed awfully small? There aren't actually that many markings on this kit.

Of course I had to paint the pilot figures.

I don't generally feel the need to paint the figures with the RG kits because I never use them for anything. But the MG kits have a seated pilot figure you can actually put into the cockpit... And it seems wrong to leave them unpainted.

This is another very solid build... But I think I kind of expected more? I was sort of expecting more parts-layering as I built the kit. Like there's absolutely none of that grey inner-frame showing through to the outside. Nothing peeking through those yellow vents. And that's a little disappointing.

These hands honestly kind of scare me. They're pre-assembled on the runner like the Advanced MS Joint runner you get in an RG. And they're fully articulated. Each knuckle of every finger is individually bendable. I feel like they're going to break if I just look at them wrong.

I'd love to pick up some replacement, pre-posed hands for this kit... But they seem to be largely unavailable. They're sold-out everywhere I looked, and selling for something like $50 on eBay. So I'm going to have to live with these articulated hands for now.

I'm not loving this head right now.

Apparently there's an LED kit that'll light up the eyes... But I don't have one. I thought about building it with the solid yellow eyes, but I don't want to disassemble it later to install the clear parts for the LED kit. So it's got dark, dead eyes for now.

Also - seems like there's a lot of white on this head? I kind of want the v-fin to be yellow, even though I know that's not right. (I actually double-checked, because the white is bugging me so much.)

I grabbed some Delpi Decal waterslide decals for this kit - my first time using Delpi Decal.

I was again surprised at how few markings go on this kit... Half the decal sheet is extras. I guess I was kind of expecting the RG-style decal overload.

The Delpi decals work pretty good. They release from the paper very quickly, and stick very well. My only complaint is that the speckly blue backing-paper makes it very hard to see the white decals. But maybe that's just my old eyes being cranky.

You get a lot of goodies in this kit... Two different beam rifles, a shoulder cannon, bazooka, the shield, and two beam sabers. Plus some odds and ends like effects parts and bazooka ammo.

I had a great time building this kit... But I'm honestly kind of wishing it was a little more like the RG.

It's a fantastic kit. It builds well. Lots of accessories. Very solid, great articulation, poses very well. Lots to love...

But I can't help feeling like all those white panels are kind of boring. I want more surface detail. Variations in white tone. Different panels. More markings.

I really kind of want a giant-size RG.

[askoverlordvox]

Vox’s Vengeance

Vox watches through a thousand lenses until he catches sight of his target. He follows Chad as the Sinner returns to his shithole apartment. The moment he is alone, Vox materializes onto the street and goes up to Chad’s door, slipping through the busted weather strip. The interior is a mess, as fucking disgusting as its occupant, and Vox’s jagged mouth curls in disdain.

Chad is busy muttering to himself about ‘bitches’, setting his gun aside- a well worn, secondhand Carmine product. Regular gunshots, a Sinner could regenerate from, but Carmine’s weapons were decidedly deadlier.

“You piece of shit.”

Chad whirls around, goes to shout something, but Vox’s hand clamps around his lower face as electricity surges and the stench of burning flesh fills the air. When he pulls his hand away, Chad’s lips have been fused together as the melted turns into a red scarred mess.

Vox then grabs him by the shirt and throws Chad against the wall, pins him there with one hand while the other curls into a fist and starts hammering into Chad’s gut until blood begins leaking from the Sinner’s nose. Then, he hauls Chad to the kitchenette, bashing Chad’s face against the counter and grabbing dirty knives and forks from the sink and stabbing them into Chad’s back. He takes the last two knives and stabs them through Chad’s hands to hold him still, then uses his claws to split open the skin between Chad’s ribs. Chad screams as best he can with no mouth, thrashing as much as possible.

None of this is deadly, of course. That’s not Vox’s goal. Pain is.

When he’s done, he puts a hand on Chad’s back and sends so much electricity through him, the skin surrounding the metal of the knives begins to smolder and char. Then, he pulls the knives free, let’s Chad slump to the floor, and kicks him over. Vox towers over him, smoothing out his suit.

“You went onto VoxTek property, threatened VoxTek employees, and then attempted to kill at least one of them. You understand I can’t simply let that happen, right?” Chad nods quickly as Vox steps over and picks up Chad’s pistol. It’s still loaded. “I’m a reasonable man. I have reasonable expectations. People don’t fuck with me, I don’t fuck with them. But you? You fucked with me. This is the fate you requested. Sit up.”

Chad does so, perhaps in some misguided belief that he might survive this encounter.

But that’s not the fate that should be worrying him.

Vox turns back. “If you’d like to convince me you’re sorry, come here and heel, dog.”

Chad crawls forward on his hands and knees and looks up, hope shining in his eyes. Vox pistol-whips him across the face.

“Heel again.”

Chad does so, and Vox pistol-whips him on the other cheek.

“Again.”

The cycle repeats until Vox doesn’t even need to give the command. Chad simply knows that his punishment isn’t over yet. He’s not a particularly smart man and Vox, absently, makes a mental note to encourage Zoe to improve her taste in men, and perhaps even give tips.

Finally, Vox pauses the pistol-whipping.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

Chad nods enthusiastically.

“Good dog. I will give you a chance to earn my forgiveness.” Vox pulls out a soul contract and holds it up, and Chad quickly scribbles his signature using his own blood. Vox smiles and grabs Chad by the throat. “Welcome to VoxTek, Jeffie. Let’s get you settled into your new life.”

Then, he returns to his system through Chad’s TV, dragging Chad with him, and lands in the center of his mainframe. He pulls code from a folder and flicks his wrist to turn what remains of Chad into code. Now with a pliant soul and the remnants of that biting fool, he has all the ingredients.

An hour later, he returns to his office with his newest acquired soul. The former Chad now stands hardly two feet tall with the general appearance of a shark and a VoxTek emblem etched in glowing red along his nose. His mouth is stretched too wide with sharp fangs and pupils like Vox’s, a tiny top hat set on his head in front of his fin. He has tiny claws for his hands and a shark’s tail.

Vox sits at his seat and the sharklike Sinner construct jumps into Vox’s lap like a dog. “Good boy, Jeffie. Now, let me show you who you’ll be protecting.”

He turns back to his bank of monitors and gets back to work.

[miasmaghoul]

DEWS BLOOD GLOWS LIKE LAVA I LOVE IT. i always love to hear ppls ideas about his transformation from water to fire and would LOVE to hear yours. pre informed and consenual? surprise? painful? did he want it? did the rest of the ghouls know about it before it happened? howd he look before? do any water ghoul traits stick around after?

So I actually started and abandoned a fic about this because my ideas about it kept changing lol.

I think it was voluntary, an offer accepted. I hc Dew as never being entirely comfy as a water ghoul, that his skin always felt like it was on too tight and like there was something he was missing. It was a subtle thing, but when Imperator gave him the opportunity to change it hit Dew like the kick to the gut.

Now, that isn't to say that it wasn't traumatic. It was worse than he could have imagined, but he actually doesn't remember most of it. Flashes of searing pain and charred flesh, of a sinister heat that dig its way into his chest and burned hotter than the sun. He remembers screams and sulfur, can still recall the pressure filling every inch of him and the buckets of sweat that poured from his body and onto the stone floor below. Beyond that, it's fuzzy, but Dew won't complain about that.

His body bears obvious signs of the change - the gills along his throat and ribs now sealed shut, no more than tight, shiny skin. If he's completely unglamoured, though, they can open again. His skin can split along those seams, smoke and ichorous blood both seeping from them. The places his fins used to sit lay scarred too, ugly red lines along his forearms, his calves, his spine.

Dew couldn't be more proud of them.

It takes a while for it to happen, but he feels...right, now. Comfortable in his skin, like he's finally settled. Sometimes he misses the way he was, misses everything from the silvery sheen his hair used to carry, to the long summer days he used to spend deep in the lake. But overall he's happier, and any regrets pale in comparison to that simple truth.