#fictional weapons

[skyhairo]

Something I’ve been meaning to do for a while. Drawing weapons!

A bit different form my usual character designs but can’t have my fantasy adventurers go around without a trusty weapon now, right?

These are some weapon practice designs, the lore is based off of in game weapons from Wynncraft which is an MMORPG in Minecraft, so all the weapons are quite pixelated in-game.

[identifying-guns-in-posts]

Submitted by @changingthis. Included message:

Hey, could you identify what this gun from Blue Archive? It’s wielded by minor robot enemies in a boss fight. The closest gun that I’ve found is an Arcflash EMB-01B but that’s still pretty far off.

The other side of the gun matches the side shown in this picture and the hexagon on the front has a flat black texture. Idk if you want more details and more pictures but I’ll try to get them to you if so when I can get them.

Most of the time Blue Archive uses real guns so I’m curious to find out what gun this is!

While I’m sure the protagonists of the game wield approximately real guns, this weapon is very clearly not based off of any specific real world firearm, and/or is too low detail / low poly to really make any identifying features out. I can tell you, however, that the hexagon below the barrel may actually be a magazine tube for shells, with the boxy foregrip being a manual pump.

Overall it’s very, VERY close to many other generic sci-fi rifle designs (it specifically gives me Deepcore GK2 and Splitgate AR vibes).

I mean, again, this is allegedly only wielded by lesser minions in a boss fight. From my game designer’s standpoint, it makes sense that not a lot of effort was put into making it a realistic gun.

[leg-made-a-thing]

here’s a thought: imagine you have a character with shapeshifting powers. all they have to do is think “hey i want my legs to be a jet ski” or whatever and their body changes to match. they can do this at any time, for any reason, and there’s no sort of “monkeys paw” type downsides or anything.

now, imagine that character is a superhero, and uses their shapeshifting to, like, fight evil and stuff, and for one reason or another, their main way of doing that is basically to turn their hands into sledgehammers and start wailing on their enemies. sorta like kevin does in ben 10 alien force/ultimate alien/omniverse, but exclusively hammers. no flails, no swords made of indestructible alien crystal, just good ol’ hit-stuff-real-hard hammers.

were you to then categorise this character based on choice of weapon, would they be grouped with characters that typically use hand-to-hand combat, or characters that use short- or mid-range weapons like swords, bats, etc.? because on one hand, they aren’t wielding a hammer in the traditional sense, but on the other hand, they’re still in some way using their hands.

idk. just something i thought of.

[iswmperson]

the best thing about fictional guns

is you can make them whatever the hell you want -w-

[sluttyquarantinetheory]

science fiction weapons these days are always trying to look like real weapons. i need some unhinged designs. some no way in hell this is wieldable. i need some primary colors.

[browsethestacks]

The Comic Art Of Colin Craker

[its-to-the-death]

Fictional Weapon War Round 3

Orb (Pondering My Orb meme)

First posted to Twitter in October 2021 and the rest is history

The image is from a gamebook called Middle-Earth Quest: A Spy In Isengard and the artist is Angus McBride

Kendal (Aurora webcomic)

Forged after Vash defeated the storm god, Tynan, by using the metal to replace his arm and the blue crystal to replace his eye

Was then passed on to a person by the name of Kendal

Mod comment:

These have both been very heavy hitters up until now but only one can move on

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hey, I love your work so much! Would it be possible to do a "living weapon" in recovery, possibly taken to a rebel base and one of the rebels being nice to the weapon and giving them affection, but the weapon has no idea how to act?

"Hey. You need anything?"

The weapon's head snapped up, sharp gaze fixing on them. They otherwise sat perfectly still where the rebel leader had left them. Lou had watched them, on and off, for the past hour.

"I brought you some tea. If you'd like it. I always find tea soothing when I'm in new, strange places." Lou offered a small smile as he held up the drink, stepping further into the room. "What's your name?"

"Name?"

"Yeah. What do you like to be called?"

"I'm the weapon."

"You like being called that?"

The weapon's head tilted the smallest fraction. "It is what I am called. It's what I've always been called."

Lou didn't let their smile slip, despite the sorrow-horror that notched through their heart at that. Now was hardly the time to push. "Okay," they said. "Well. Tea? I wanted to check in if you need anything?"

The weapon stared at them. It was the sort of stare that stripped a person to their component parts.

Lou cleared their throat. They crossed the room to set the tea mug down on a side table. "You hungry? Thirsty? Tired? You want - I don't know. A book or something? You don't have to just sit there."

"I was told you to stay here."

"Well, yes, but..." They didn't know how to explain that the difference been stay there, okay? and an actual command that had to be 100% followed. Lou took another step closer to the weapon. "You can stay there if you want to, but you're not our prisoner. You can wander around the base, you know? Go to the bathroom or...whatever. Get some sleep."

"You should stay back."

Lou stopped. "Sorry," they said. They held their hand up. "Not trying to scare you or anything. If-"

"-You do not scare me."

"Oh. Well, that's good!"

"I am dangerous."

Lou's brow furrowed slightly, because of course they knew that. They just weren't entirely sure what the weapon meant by the words. They didn't say it like a threat.

"You are kind," the weapon said. "I do not want to hurt you."

"Oh." Heat flooded Lou's face. "Well, then you probably won't, right?"

The weapon blinked.

"I mean," Lou said, after a beat, "you can control your abilities, right?"

"...yes." The weapon still seemed a little confused. "Of course."

"So you won't hurt me."

This seemed to be a new concept, judging by the look on the weapon's face. "I...won't hurt you."

"Yeah," Lou said. "You can choose not to."

"I can choose."

"Uhuh. But, hey. Even if you do hurt me, it's not the end of the world? Accidents happen."

"I can choose," the weapon said to themselves again, quietly. "I don't have to hurt people."

"And no one here is going to make you."

"You need weapons. You are losing."

"Yeah, but that's not why we helped you."

The weapon swallowed, hard. It was the most obviously human reaction that Lou had seen from them so far. As if all of the normal reactions, all of the emotions and pleasures and weaknesses of being human were something they had been forcibly trained out of having. They probably had.

"I don't have to hurt people," the weapon said, as if that idea had never occurred to them before. As if nobody had ever told them that before. They looked down at their hands, curling them in their lap. "Thank you."

"Oh, sure. Any time!" It didn't seem like enough to offer, after everything that the weapon had been through. "And if you need - if you want - anything else, just ask. Okay?"

The weapon stared at them once more. After a long moment, they gave a small nod.

"Would you like me to stay and sit with you for a while?" Lou asked, as gently as they could. "Or would you like me to leave you alone? Either one is fine."

"Stay." It was barely audible. Hoarse.

"Cool. Do you want the tea?"

"I am...very thirsty."

Lou brought the tea over, then took a seat next to the weapon.

The weapon cradled the mug in their hands like they were afraid it would shatter. They swallowed again. Their hands shook the smallest, barely perceptible fraction.

"Careful," Lou said. "It's-" The weapon's gaze snapped to them once more. "It's hot," Lou finished. "I don't want you to get hurt. Scald your tongue."

The weapon took the most careful sip. Then they relaxed, the smallest fraction, at Lou's side. "It's nice." They hesitated, then smiled themselves. Tentative, fragile. "You're nice."

"Well, I certainly try to be," Lou said, with a weak laugh. They rubbed a hand over the back of their head. "We should all try to be."

The weapon drank their tea in silence, watching. Listening, as Lou filled the space with idle chatter about the base and the people there and their favourite kind of tea that their grandma always used to make.

The weapon quietly followed them everywhere around base after that.

[adrienjay]

MORE TRANSFORMERS WITH BOWS. MORE. MOOOOORE.

CROSSBOWS. BOWS THAT SHOOT PLASMA ARROWS. BOWS THAT SHOOT PHYSICAL METAL BOLTS. BOWS THAT SHOOT FIRE.

SMALL BOWS THAT ARE EASY TO CARRY AROUND ON STEALTH MISSIONS. GIANT INDUSTRIAL STEEL BOWS THAT ONLY A BOT THE SIZE OF ULTRA MAGNUS CAN DRAW.

INTRICATE, ARTISTIC, GORGEOUS CAMIEN BOWS DESIGNED SPECIFICALLY FOR THEIR WIELDER. PLAIN GRAY MASS-PRODUCED BOWS FOR M.T.O SOLDIERS THAT HAVE HAD NAMES AND SYMBOLS AND DOODLES ETCHED INTO THEIR METAL BY PEOPLE WHO ARE DESPERATE FOR ANY OUTLET FOR SELF EXPRESSION AND INDIVIDUALITY.

DO YOU SEE MY VISION. DO YOU SEE IT.

[silvermoon424]

Appreciation post for Madoka's rose branch bow, one of the best magical girl weapons ever designed.

[koyoriin]

aquila // 2

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[whereserpentswalk]

Imagine if in the future there was a culture that viewed nuclear explosions and power as the ultimate sign of divinity. Like, that was the most powerful earthly expression of God/a god/the gods in their religion.

Entire fields of barren land turned into basically open air temples that are constantly nuked during worship as a way of honering their gods mabye sacrifices would be put within the blast radius to give them fully to the gods. Thousands watching from a safe distance in prayer.

Some temples might be filled with eradication to the point where worshippers have to wear hazmat suits to even be there, and in a way it keeps them at a safe distance from the divine. Perhaps the oldest and most honered priests enter sections of the temple nobody else can, because they're finally old enough so that they'll die before the cancer from the radiation has time to set in.

Mabye nuclear war would be their ultimate taboo. Using the power of heaven to wage war on earth. And the warnings of mutually assured destruction have shifted into warnings of divine punishment.

Mabye they see the ancients as foolish for fearing nuclear power. This is a place of honer, great deeds are esteemed here.

[whumpy-daydreams]

For your own good

Masterlist

CW: needles, noncon injections, dehumanisation, living weapon whump

"Any symptoms to report?"

"No, sir."

327 didn't flinch as the needle went into their arm. It was just routine - emotional regulators that kept them ready for combat. The numb calm was good for them.

"Your training report states you're struggling to follow orders, is that right?"

"I am unaware of what Whumper writes in their reports, sir."

"Do you agree with that observation?"

327 frowned. If it was in the report it didn't matter if they agreed. "I need to improve my response time to be effective in the field."

"Don't you trust your superiors' orders?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. I'm going to give you another injection now."

327 looked at the doctor, already loading a new vial into the syringe. "What for, sir?" The doctor looked up, one eyebrow raised, and sighed.

"You should remember-" another sharp scratch at their arm, "-that everything we do here is for your own good. You are given all the information you need to do your job. But... I'm feeling generous. It's designed to enhance your cognitive abilities, improve your reaction times."

327 nodded. They wanted to know if this new injection would become part of their weekly routine, if there were any signs they should look for to see if it was working. That was a problem - always wanting to know things.

"Do you have a question, 327?"

"No, sir." Lying was also forbidden, but they knew it was the right answer.

"Then you're free to go."

[swarmofcliffracers]

I had 15 mental breakdowns drawing this but it was worth it because whenever I'm done I imagine releasing all the Rumarins into the wild from my pocket like I'm trying to restore the natural balance

[mxtxfanatic]

Interesting commentary about how most people will identify with victims/victimhood while feeling discomfort when others identify with perpetrators, especially given the fact we live in societies (at least the one I’m in and the one that book was written in) that habitually materially revile victims on every level while championing and supporting perpetrators of certain violence.

[louroth]

Oma’s little visits during both the initial trip back and before seeing the Vicar are so great. Like everyone understandably has their own reasons for how they act towards the Hunter but she’s like, just a true bro. My feelings prickled a bit even with some of the positive interactions but my memory of Oma miming stabbing can get me through anything.

wah this makes me so happy 🥹 she is hunters #1 supporter, for sure! She also absolutely loathes enclosed spaces so her showing up inside Riven is a big deal. She did it purely to support hunter - to show them that they are not alone.

She has her own little arc in the story so watch out! Hunter will be going about their business and Oma will appear

only to give hunter a machine gun or something (as you can tell she is very fond of carnage. And also firepowered stuff - she loooves sparklers and lanterns and such)