#glory of the losers

[idiotfactory]

After almost 2 years on the backlog I finally put together the MG Heavyarms EW! Such an incredibly fun kit to put together it really brought back my love for mastergrades in general. Definitely a pain in the ass to pose the belt for the minigun just would not cooperate but fuck if we ball. Still beyond pleased with the end result! Now to build Calibarn or Schwarzette next? Or maybe Big-O?👀

[christianmswanson]

I rarely post anything anymore, I’ve been a busy parent 🤷🏼‍♂️

This is where flugel is at

[fallenwingzero]

You can see the tears through his helmet ;-;

[elfolfenburg]

Two cringey idiot boyfriends

Also decided to redesign yuichi's outfits just for fun n stuff bros

Also hc they met thru like dimension shit somewhat like from the tmntt in the 2003 bros

[theyandereapologist]

Who the fuck out here feeding Heavyarms? Who’s loading all that fucking ammo into my big boy?? THAT MANY bullets?? IN THIS ECONOMY??

[tytrack]

BE SO SERIOUS YOU SAW HER FOR LIKE TWO SECONDS (i am loving this)

[its-ya-boi-cade]

herrah without the mask❗

[little-sw33tie]

OMG,,, COOL AU UNDERFELL HAS A BIRTHDAY,,,,??? WELL I BETTER JUST….

[craftssakura]

[knighteclipsed]

echoing with the clamor.

a drabble: following round 2 of boel this year. word count: 492 words

// cw: kinda visceral description of injury just the once.

He had chosen to fall with grace.

Though defeat was always bitter, it was better to choose it than to have it forced upon you. The little deer had been strong—that much he recognized—and if the stakes were naught more than a mock battle, the only thing on the line was his reputation: so he would maintain it, even at the cost of this battle.

Tch. (Though he very much would’ve liked to have won.) Even now, he still feels the lingering cold numbness, the sting of an axe not once, but twice. He’d traveled far into Gronder to get to that battle too—to think that so much of his blood would remain here–

No matter. (No matter.)

He breathes, a spiteful, agonizing thing; wound opens on inhales, bleeding—then it tightens on exhale, earning a mite of a cough. Beneath it, there is a quiet rage, boiling and bubbling like magma. (At the very minimum, there was no one around to watch him—to witness his retreat: this momentary weakness of his.) He had sheer will enough to avoid shattering into pieces, but only just so. At any point now, his strength could (and would) give way—the objective was to maintain composure until he could fall apart reasonably.

(What a sour goal that was.)

Last year, it had been raining—a dark, soaking mess of battle that obscured his wings until a little Deer boy had shot him down. Even now, a year later, he could recall where that fight was; point it out on the field and remember clearly just what it had been like. A year later, his fight had raged further, undamped by the autumn rains, but even still, he was forced to retreat—by the hand of another prey animal, no less. (So what if it was a collaborative effort—that is nothing to a hunter; a predator; a killer.)

But all the same, he had chosen defeat. (Because it is better chosen than forced.)

Another exhale, weary, and he imagines he’s drawn near enough to the medical tents at this point—within the next minute or so, they’d enter view. Until then, he had naught but to keep moving.

Not entirely terrible advice. So long as he kept moving, growing, fighting—he might one day be satisfied. (Not that he was the type to ever be.)

This year, the skies are clear, echoing with the clamor of battle, a frequency akin to his soul’s—it was his element to remain, to fight on as he desired. All the same, he has the sense not to—metals and minerals dull over time, and to remain of finer quality, they require maintenance and care. It was in Valter’s best interests to maintain his sharpness and luster.

Just keep moving. (And fight the desire to rend the earth in two.) These emotions would pass no doubt—some of them, at least—given enough time. Then, it would all be manageable; he just needed time.

And rest. (Damn, he was broken.)

[amyole]

@bryony-rebb Yes! This is in Glory of Losers when Heero shows up at Treize's house—and Dorothy's there, too! Holding some key cards for Epyon.

Look how happy she is to have a slightly larger role!

When she gets command of the Mobile Dolls later, she mentions how Treize taught her the ZERO system. I love her getting to do more and all the Dorothy & Treize scenes. ❤️

[christianmswanson]

[fallenwingzero]

Heero Yuy being completely enamoured of Relena is my favourite genre of official GW content.

This one too, from the Preventers 5 radio drama:

Also lmao @ Trowa's deadpan "It's Relena". He has no time for speculation XD.

[fire-loser]

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[jinkibum-smiles]

IT'S LOVELY RUNNER TIME!!!

[babygirlcowboy]

Hal Jordan you are thee middle child of all time thank you so much for your service