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johnmarlui · 4 months
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angelwithakritzkrieg · 6 months
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Kitty Epic Scout :>
Inspired by my friend's kitty Scout art hehehehe
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fandomandangstlover · 10 months
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slams this here. Him.
...forgor the saw boot. whoops. please pretend it's still there hacxjwj
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this is a little shitshow i like to call the 'kenobi's exes polycule'
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yourubersawcrit · 6 months
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Oh Medic TF2, we're really in it now.
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arwenkenobi48 · 2 years
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Maul: Blasted Jedi! *sighs weakly* Must we keep going around and around like this? Tell me, Kenobi, is this all there is? Forever???
Obi-Wan: *shrugs innocently*
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ghostypetrainer · 2 years
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I forgot what ask it was in but I absolutely love the idea of people seeing Ingo right when he gets back and wondering before anything is explained if he was just living in the station out of view. Arceus missing slightly so instead of being put onto the tracks he crashes through the break room ceiling onto the floor in front of a lot of depot agents. He’s super casual about it to, like that one vine, because he’s so used to weird shit happening to him at this point.
This is just a regular Tuesday to him. The only shocking thing is that the people clustering around him all seem to actually recognize him. That's new! Nobody in Hisui knew who he was, surely! Perhaps this is his original station? Bravo! He would have rather not had to fall through the ceiling to get here, but he is happy to be back at his original station nonetheless. Perhaps a bit more warning next time...?
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there is a town in Indiana called Rockville and if I were them I would throw an annual music festival because why would you let your town being called ROCKVILLE go to waste but apparently they decided to go with being Covered Bridge Capital of the World
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theheadlessgroom · 1 year
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https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/714534011972763648/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride
@beatingheart-bride
“Yes. Yes, I would.”
This answer came without hesitation as Randall slowly sat upright, squeezing her hands as he gazed upon her with a look of pure, unconditional love, his heart still pounding as he gently swore, “I would marry you, Emily de Clair. I would marry you, and I would make you the happiest woman, I swear it. I...if you will have me as your husband...I will marry you.”
It was then that he remembered something, and quickly, he excused himself, rushing back into one of the other little rooms, before returning with a beautiful, lush wedding gown in his hands, complete with a lovely veil, lined with faux pale pink roses. For which opera it was made for, he could not sat; as far as he could tell, it had never been seen on the stage (at least, he had never seen it there in any of the operas he’d ever seen), and it was much too beautiful to leave simply collecting dust up in the attic. 
Gingerly, he offered it up to her with a shy smile, hoping she would accept: It wasn’t the most ideal situation to wed in, but these were the cards they were dealt, and he was more than willing to make the most of it. They could wed, they could escape through one more secret passageway up in the attic that led out of the opera house (one he hadn’t shown to her, one he never expected to use...), and, well, if fortune was willing to smile on them...
…then perhaps they could still have that little house somewhere, where they could play music and go for walks on Sundays...
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aq2003 · 2 years
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i'm so happy for you buddy :]
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dndtreasury · 1 year
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Crashing Tide Hammer
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johnmarlui · 3 months
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Epic scout the sniper
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mutatiio · 1 year
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@mayxthexforce sure is having a time!!
When Obi-Wan opened his eyes. He was not on the precarious but functional bed he'd been on when he went to sleep, but all tangled up in the twisted remains of a crashed speeder. Soon, the memory of having been on a bed in a spaceship, many years after the Pijal incident, completely vacated his mind as panic took over. He remembered hopping into the speeder to lure the scum of this planet away from his Master and civilians, because he'd always been a better pilot than Qui-Gon; remembered being chased by people who wanted to kill him, remembered the blaster shot hitting the thrusters and sending him spiraling to the ground in a cloud of smoke that disoriented his persecutors.
The miles and miles of muddy land that formed Pijal's wrongly-called 'meadows' was probably the only thing that saved him from being fully crushed by the weight of the speeder. But that was as far as his luck got.
His head was bleeding. He could tell because instead of sliding down his face, the blood was dripping into the muddy ground below him– he was upside down, somehow, the front of the speeder ended up twisted into a metallic mess and crushed one of the passenger seats right against his legs, trapping him. Obi-Wan couldn't move his legs, and all he could feel from the waist down was pain.
There was mud everywhere, on his hands, splattered on his face and clothes, there was also the mud swallowing the speeder, and on what was left of the windows, preventing him from seeing if there was any trace of civilization nearby.
"Help me!" he cried out, desperate. His ears rang as he tried to get the other seat and what had been the hood and control panel of the speeder to budge using his hands, and failed. "Somebody– anybody, please. I'm not dead! I'm stuck, I- I can't move!"
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he had been sleeping in the scimitar. curled on the top bunk, savage's bunk. kenobi was below him, in his bunk. the transition was seamless, as though he was blinking. so far each of these experiences worked the same. one moment asleep, the next he was somewhere he didn’t recognise. this time he was standing in mud, boots sinking into it. he was whole here, the chronic pain of his injuries alleviated. though it brought him no solace. it just meant it would be back in tenfold when he woke and he would have to begin the arduous task of meditating it into power. he was wearing the same hooded linen cloak and dark robes he’d once worn during his apprenticeship. this is undoubtedly something that had occurred many years ago.
he was beginning to miss his own terrors. they weren’t better, but at the very least they were predictable. 
the yell for help strikes him and he turns to see a crashed speeder stuck in the mud. now that he sees it, the smell of smoke fills his senses. the voice was kenobi. younger, sounding a touch higher and far less burdened by time, but panicked. he had crashed. maul can’t help but blame the jedi’s way of teaching immediately. had they done it right, kenobi would be calm and not leaking nervous vibrations into the force. had he been his former self, he’d think of kenobi as nothing but a pathetic, coddled child, writhing and begging for a swift end. now… he’s not sure what he thinks.
he doesn’t hurry. this has already happened. the events here are doomed to repeat over and over again. whether he runs over or stays where he is doesn’t matter. it won’t change anything, except maybe kenobi’s opinion of him which he isn’t too bothered by. but the force wants him to see this. so he moves. 
as he draws closer, he can see the length the speeder slid before becoming fully jammed in the mud. the front and back were mostly covered, caved in. it was caked in mud. and the smoke, obviously, was a bad sign. how long until the whole thing went up in flames?? his eyes passively land on the boy. it’s definitely kenobi. a clean-shaven, cropped hair, unscarred version of him. the one he’d met on naboo… he looks incomplete. he’s panic-stricken.
" calm yourself, boy. " he says, moving the dodge the stupid padawan braid that dangles mid-air. if his past experiences with these ‘dreams’ stayed consistent, then he wouldn’t be able to use the force. wouldn’t be able to really change much at all. maul tries to look at what he’s working with, but it’s difficult to see anything. " do your legs have any give?? do you think i could pull you out?? "
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Trying to draw something Surreal is much harder then I thought it was
C'mon lemme do existential crisis ass art
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thegreatcrowdragon · 2 years
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Me, three seconds into playing creatures of sonaria: This is fun!
Me, three minutes into playing creatures of sonaria: This is not fun
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writers-potion · 2 months
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Vocabulary List for Fight Scenes
Combat Actions
Hoist
Dart/Dash
Deflect
Shield
Sidestep
Snatch up
Stalk
Stamp/stomp
Stretch
Stride
Wagger
Oust
Leap
Lose ground
Mimick
Mirror
Negate
Overpower
Parry
Rear to full height
Resurgate
Suanter
Seize
Take cover
Throttle
Twirl
Unleash
Withdraw
Entwine
Flee
Gain ground
Grasp
Cling to
Breach
Duck
Dodge
Hits
Amputate
Bloody
Carbe
Castrate
Collision
Connect
Crush
Defenestrate
Destroy
Disfigure
Dismember
Dissever
Grind
Maul
Perforate
Rend
Riddle with holes
Saw
Smack
Splatter
Sunder
Torn Asunder
Traumatize
Whack
Writhe
Gut
Hammer
Maim
Mangle
Plow
Puncture
Melee
Assault
Attack
Barrage
Bash
Belebor
Bludgeon
Carve
Chop
Cleave
Clio
Club
Crosscut
Dice
DIg
Gore
Hack
Impale
Jab
Kick
Knock
Onsalught
Pierce
Plnt
Punch
Rive
Shove
Skewer
Slice
Smash
Stab
Strike
Sweep
Swipe
Swing
Transfix
Thrust
Visual Flair
Agony
Asphyxiate
Chock
Cough up bile
Cut to ribbons
Flop limply
Fractue
Freckled with blood
Gouts of blood
Grimane
Hemorrhage
Hiccup blood
Imprint
Indent
Resounding
Retch
Rip
rupture
Shiny with gore
Spew
Splash
Slumped in despair
Splatter
Split
Tear
Topple
Void
Vomit
Wedge
With a fell gaze
With a fiendish grin
With blank surprise
Audible Flair
Bang
Barking
Bong
Boom
Crack
Cackle
Clang
Clash
Crash
Cry
Echo
Elicit a curse
Frunt
Hiss
Howel
Hum
Moan
Muttering
Whoosh
Whistle
Whizz
With a keening cry
Thud
Thunk
Thawk
Splat
Snarl
Swoosh
Squeal
Sing
Sickening Pop
Silintly
Shriek
Shout
Snap
Thundering
Effects
Blind
Burn
Cause frostbite
Cauterize
Concussion
Combust
Daze
Dazzle
Deafen
Disintegrate
Electrocute
Freeze
Fuse flesh
Immobilze
Incinerate
Melt
Pralyse
Petrify
Purbind
Radiate
Reduced to
Shock
Sightless
Stun
Transiluminate
Death Blows
Annihilate
Behead
Decapitate
Disembowel
Eviscerate
Extirpate
Murder
Obliterate
Raze
Exterminate
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