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Hey I'm a Quatre Raberba Winner from Gundam wing--and honestly I'd just like to reconnect with some of my fellow gundam pilots. I miss all of you so very much. Please be 18+ as I'm 21+. Just give this post a heart and I'll reach out to you!

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turns out the only thing you need to do to get me to draw fanart is to give me a fluffy haired character that has Evelyn vibes.

gonna try and actually finish this for later but for now call this a WIP.

Aesthetic board for Gundam Tanaka!!

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Objectively perfect woman

miorine putting up a cold front and keeping people at a distance without even necessarily meaning to but just because it's all shes known. So put together and everything. Starting out as the aloof rich girl trope and then you look at her and its like

she clearly just falls asleep with wet hair and sleeps on her face and then wakes up in the morning sees this in the mirror and calls it fashion

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having binged 70% of main story gundam btwn gwitch s1 and s2 start has aged me 30 years

Finnsburh reimagined

The Finnsburh/Finnesburg Fragment is a preserved slice of a larger lost Old English poem describing a battle at the hall or fort of Finn. Tantalisingly, the poem we now call Beowulf contains a clipped, allusive account (at 1068–1158) of what is evidently in some sense the same story.

In CWKB I combine the two and do a bit of neatifying to form one self-contained narrative, which is depicted on the gigantic shield of the even more gigantic armour’s armour forged for Kin-Bright in Book XI (okay okay it’s the Dendrobium from Gundam 0083, I confess it). Since it’s a neat whole package, I offer the current draft here in full. I shoved a few notes in at the end.

You can read and (I hope!) enjoy this even if you’ve no familiarity with CWKB.

And also there the long-known lays appeared, among them tale of Wolf who wedded Heath and kin-home left, a risky peace to make in rock-holds of the girdling asteroids, when Tar was young, and households sought their wealth in far-flung hinterspace, and stitching-ships were few and rare, when blood-ties still a clan-feud might assuage. A daughter blessed their joining; she was last of blessings all they knew. From Heathing-Hall in peace they sent her out, when small, to folk of Wolf, the hard and ore-rich Starhost, a foster-child to be; to sibling great of Wolf, old Star-Blade lord— her uncle—swore she foster-daughter’s oaths; as foster-child faithful, Heath-Star grew.

A dozen years and one went peaceful past; in time, the head of Star to Heath-Hall came, high Star-Blade and retainers all, for spell as guests, the wedding-treaty's strength to mark in friendly stay, while orbits’ certain path their rock-holds two at distance furthest held, and also that young Heath-Star’s rise to spear they might with rituals mark, the foster-child anointed now as pilot, new to arms. Then, as the Star-hold hourly distant grew, with rock-roads fast against each other’s line, the first of feasts for wine-washed days they held. In jests the two courts’ thanes their wars recalled, and then outside of jest, in waxing ire; to weeping fell the warriors in their cups, at thought of evils borne and evils done in strife between their space-dust households two, then set their cups aside, and weapons drew, or stool-legs snapped, or bottle-necks up-took; Heath-Fire, head of clan, from table high with bloody shouts sought spill of blood to quell, and Star-Blade hests out-hurled, that spear-hands now nor heard nor cared to heed, and spousèd Wolf with heart-fear saw the families turn to fight.

Affray between the great rests not in room: in next among the sights on shield wrought, from hall the revellers burst, and armours sought. In hour's span, the battle-lines stood clear, with Starhost troops ensconced in deepest parts of asteroid, around the mead-bench hall, while Heathings wall-rim held, and ways full blocked from hall to ships. And both the leaders urged a peace-bond’s passage, both in vain, for death, now sprung anew at feast, on wrongs long-felt had heaped. And Mare-Fist, chief of Star-Blade’s spears, a roaming knight who pledged her troth for gifts, with grim-formed look unbuckled guiding words: ‘Ruler and ring-giver, | risk lies in waiting: your niece here is near, | from their nest sprung-forth, the blood of their blood, | blade in our spear-band, yet they rush ruthless, | us to wreck and destroy. Talk not and tarry not, | tear a break-out to our warships a way, | whirl us off Heath-rock.’

But Star-Blade would not flight to thought admit, from pride full princely, also from the hope that words both wise and witful might yet wrest the households warring into pause and truce— peacemaker’s boldness, high and grand and doomed. In panel next, by craft-work cunning shown, the Heathing foot, by knowledge of their home, now ever closer crept to foe-gripped parts, through ducts and holes, with light and power off-switched, and then some Heathing armours, lifeless, cloaked in sensor shrouds, they ran on cables in, full near to hostile home. At hour arranged, the pilots engines fired in crash-start mode, so eyes up-flared in rock-heart gloom, the gleams of light returning from their spears—all these with fine-ground dust of pigments rare the face of shield showed—and Mare-Fist, seeing, asked, ‘Are these day dawning, | drake-fire flying, or hall's cables | kindled and burning?’ In irony grim | answered Star-Blade: ‘This is no day dawning, | nor drake-fire’s flight, nor hall’s cables, | kindled and burning; foes come bearing | battle’s toolkit, war-gear wearing. | Now the woe-deeds rise that our folks’ hatred | fostered gravely, our weak-hearted shame. | Now shield against shot speaks in the war-moot, | now spear-shaft resounds, grief-dealing sound. | Grip and awaken, O warriors mine; | mind now to boldness, board-shield to brawl-arm, | now buckle full fast.’

Then gold-ringed thanes arose to armoured seats; to hangar door-posts warriors lordly went. The swap of spears began—each thrown-shaft’s jets, although to weakest, gentlest strength down-tuned, fore-driving blade full deep in walls of stone— and bitter brawl of lesser sort, the foot-bands’ play with boarding-pike and gun, grenade and knife. For six-score hours, defended Star the hall, its stairs, its module-blocks ancillary, and doleful price Heath paid, their hold to free. Both clans to fray now clung with bitter bliss, and both destroyed what stores they could, and Heath the water-plant down-shut, in-thrusting thirst among the pains their weakening foes now faced. At last made Star-Blade sally over-bold, and household guard in passage stood well trapped, where Heathing crews had mining slag down-tipped, that corridor on map might Star-snare be. The hostile guests then wall of warding shields and blood-parched pikes up-threw, and life’s blood sold at teenful price; here hands not clumsy wrought on shield’s face a fierce and hopeless fight.

Then Wolf had little cause to bless the might of oaths and honour-faith, for Star-Blade sib in cockpit dead was found, and armour next held Heath-Star, deathly wounded, barely just to pilot’s rank-stead raised, already slain in sworn defence of uncle, foster-sire, and clan-head, three-in-one, by troth destroyed. So Wolf there wept. And tiny gemstones bright the artisans in-worked, those tears to show; this passage every Taru child would know, for Heath-Star was in nursery rhymes enshrined. Then slaughter stilled, for Starhost leader lacked, and Heathings had near all their armours lost, and narrow ran survival margin now for coming months, for every life on rock: so grievous stood the ruin of their stores, so long the path before they lanes again would find in orbit’s curve where shipping plied. Though Mare-Fist Starhost headship could not hold by blood, she was their wisest, mightiest spear among that visit’s throng: for time she took their leader’s seat. That needful peace might stay, that any there might last the orbit’s way, to Heath her service, sword, and spear she swore, in treaty equal hateful to both sides. Starhost hall would hold, and treasure take— though little worth it had till they survived— and Heath by gods and chthonics of the rock an oath now swore, that not by word or works would Heathings bond-peace break, nor through ill-wit killings recall, nor carp insulting speech, not though the guests now followed leader’s bane, the one who slew their gold-ring-giving lord, since this on them by force and Fortune came; if any Heathing should the murder-breach renew to mind, then sword would make it right.

Now rare and few were graves on asteroid, while tally slain stood great. In smelt-room’s heart, where mine-wealth once from rocks they wrung, a pyre most lordly now they piled; with spears its form stood braced, and blood-stained mail its side-slopes graced— each ring full carefully the shield-wrights carved— at peak, above all other bodies raised, there Star-Blade of ill-fated wisdom lay. At Wolf’s behest, young Heath-Star next beside they laid, the niece by uncle, shoulder-matched, the bones to burning cast, to flame consigned, for Wolf a brother and a child off-sent. To ceiling-vents wound ruin-fire great; the swell-flame, the greedy-most of spirits there, all for-swallowed, all whom fray had reft from both the clans. Their grandeur passed away.

Through bloodstained orbit’s wait, on honour gnawed the mind of Mare-Fist, living on as thane of lord most oath-bold and fore-doomed. Then thought of homeland came, and thought of spear-sibs slain, and those yet left, the troops yet left whose troth to leader dead had gravity of right. Her ring-prowed ships and long she yearned to launch on void; on wrongs unmet she thought, on slights avenged, on faith still owed to blade-lost lord, how meeting most unfriendly might be wrought, that Starhost might the patterns right preserve. So universe’s ways she did not spurn when Bear-Left battle-gleam took up, the best of swords, and in her lap it laid, as sign.

And so in turn to Heath a downfall came, a sword’s-death foul within his clan-hold hall; again that well-wrought room with blood was stained; the Starhost soldiers to their ships then brought all treasures of that void-lord’s mighty house, every jewel and gem fine-worked they found; and Wolf as well, returning to his folk of birth, they sorrowing away off-bore. This lay and many others round the face of looming godlike shield wound in curve, the tale-hoard great of Foldway-treading Tar.

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J. R. R. Tolkien assembled a coherent theory unifying the Finnesburh bit in Beowulf and the separate verse fragment, and his materials were cleaned up and published in the 1980s by A. J. Bliss (as Finn and Hengest: The Fragment and the Episode).

Tolkien’s account is a smart solution of the problems offered by the two texts, by an incomparably better philologist than I am. But it does rest on the assumption that the Beowulf-poet and the fragment-poet had roughly the same, agreed scenario in their heads. Given the observable high variation between different variations on legends which do survive in multiple full versions, I think this assumption fragile at best.

In my reworking, I felt free to streamline some elements of the story—I avoid wholly the enigma of the Jutes—and find space-operate equivalents: asteroid-holds for hall-forts, and so forth. I chose a route through the narrative possibilities stressing the pathos of Heath-Star’s death and Wolf’s experience of the disaster.

Some lines are more or less straight translations from Old English, some are looser summations, and some are free elaborations.

you think anyone in tdau knows what kinning is? do they participate in it or is it like that meme of someone being asked for their kinlist and them replying "i am 35 years old"

floyd is like 36 so he was early-mid 20s during PEAK kin discourse. he was in the fucking trenches. i dont think he ever said he kinned anything but he was definitely caught in the crossfire. once he reblogged a funny drawing of a danganronpa character and tagged it "#me" and op came after him because they LITERALLY had "i am the real gundam, do not kintag my drawings of him" in their about page! who CARES that floyd was using mobile: he should have known that mobile was unusable back then and he was better off using tumblr in browser 🙄 its his own fault! thats canon btw. tdau floyd is canonically a fan of danganronpa. it is established next chapter.

none of the other brothers know what it is, because jd bruce and clay are in their 40s (also jd and clay were cut off from civilisation for 20 years) and branch had better things to do with his life than social media, like collecting firewood, and non-perishables

when we get to the chronically online early 20s zoomers, so harper and holly etc, theyre at the point where they think "i kin this character" means "i like this character". they have not been in the trenches. they are committing stolen valour. floyd watches in shock and horror but he cant say anything because theyll make fun of him and accuse him of saying "sweet summer child" and "doggo" and "adulting", and it just might be the last straw for his miserable fucking life

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I've been meaning to post this for awhile!! it's my homestuck keroro gunsou au!! I don't really have too many ideas based on their world (they'd be on alternia obviously) but I do have the main platoons designs! I'll be working on the rest of the cast later on, if you have any suggestions, comments, criticism, or just want to talk about it, PLEASE feel free!!! I would love to hear anyone's thoughts!

Click read more if you want to hear a little more about my thoughts while creating them and reasons for some of their design elements!

Keroro- For keroro, his horns are based on his shogun outfits and gundam models! His outfit is a military one (and the jacket is supposed to be a gundam jacket but it looks more like a letterman because of the colouring, ehe). All their signs are just their symbols because I thought changing it wouldn't really make too much sense. His chumhandle is from a friend because I couldn't think of anything past lazy LOL

Giroro- Giroro's horns are based on the ends of the guns he has, though it sorta makes him look like a classic alien. He prefers to wear red rather than indigo, though he does have indigo accents. He also prefers to wear his whole military uniform even though it isn't exactly comfortable, it's just how he likes to be seen.

Kururu- Kururu was super fun to design for me, he's my favourite character in the show. His horns are obviously swirls like his symbol, and his hair is just badly bleached, making it yellow and appear more curly than it is. He prefers to wear more relaxed clothing and the lab coat is mostly just for looks. I also made him prince of mind (because he is a bitch, and also because I think he likes messing with peoples minds rather than having knowledge (light)). He likes to pretend he's a lord of mind though and made his own god tier outfit of it in place of his prince one.

Dororo- Dororo's horns are based on his symbol (again). He is a violet blood but he is a rebel of the empire, not agreeing with how it treats lowbloods and just trolls in general. He hides his fins behind his hair and hat flaps (intentionally or not). He doesn't really like wearing violet besides the few accents and his symbol is coloured yellow instead of violet. It's not really known if he hides his face because of his status, because he get's sick a lot, or just because it's what ninjas do.

Tamama- Tamama's horns are based on his symbol as well, but split in half. I originally was going to make tamama a bronze blood because he's the lowest rank, but decided the caste known for their bouts of rage would fit better. He doesn't really participate in the clown religion besides the facepaint. He wears lime mostly because of keroro and he is also the only one in the platoon to have a tail! He is also the same exact classpect as gamzee, which is funny because my gamzee kinnie friend also kins tamama.

All their last names are just their rank because they don't have last names otherwise, and I just thought it would fit. also, from tallest to shortest it goes Dororo, Giroro, Kururu, Keroro, and Tamama.

Again, if you read this and have questions, comments, critism, or just want to talk about it, please comment or reblog or message me or something!! I would love to hear people's thoughts and I haven't found very many homestuck fans who are also sgt frog fans.

*watches latest g-witch*

ARE YOU HAPPY YOUR THEORY WAS CORRECT? ARE YOU?!

(Spoilers below)

Seeiously, though, this episode just... is a lot and hits rather hard and kins of drices home that Prospera is not obly an antagonistic/evil force, but also 1000% off her nut.

So not only is Eri IN THE FUCKNG GUNDAM, she is basically handling the datastorm for Suletta. Though, from the image shown, still BLUE, not RED. Hopefully we get an explanation why this is. (Besides just being like "oh she's IN the machine, so it's different; it was also blue when she was connected to Lfrith).

Also Sophie's whole thing was just... so fucking visceral. And her loss actually made me sad. Yes, yandere witch was not nice, but their hatred of Spacians is warranted to an extent. And for her to burn out trying to reach someome unreachable.. Oof.

Also, we once again have an antagonist who wants to rewrite existence to erase the bad things. And it just made me think of that one world in Endwalker that Meteion shows you in the dungeon...

But yea, some heavy shit dropped this week. Chuchu being a fucking BAMF, as always, but she (and Suletta) had a couple flashes to the battle at the plant that shoq things aren't 100% hunky-dory. (And I am actually GLAD that Suletta bug smuching a dude is starting to actually process for her, if only a little.)

hey. chiaki nanami from super danganronpa 2.. ✌️ looking for hinata and komaeda, or anyone else who misses me. I know my gundam and tsumiki. + i kin spiritually and 18+ only, tyvm!

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I know I wonder how Soudarai (Souda x Mitarai) met?

Like my first thought was that Ryouta saw Kazuichi building a small robot and Ryouta was like "Oh wow is that robot from EVA?" (ps: idk anything about EVA I just thought of it and I know it has robots in it) and then Kazuichi was like "idk what is that" and then Ryouta was shook that he doesn't know that and just. Shows him the anime. Then Kazuichi is like "HOLY SHIT THATS THE ROBOT I SAW LAST WEEK" And after that Ryouta asked what other anime does Kazuichi knows and bish said that he saw 1 episode of Madoka Magica (if you dunno what that is search it up and watch it good) Ryouta was sitting there. And like. "Wanna watch ep 2?" "Yes I kinda like tbh"

Kazuichi was crying after one of the episodes.

Buuut idk about you what do you think on how they first met?

That is genuinely so wholesome and on point for them ngl

Ryouta just casually assimilating Kaz into the anime world like the otaku he is lol

After they binge Madoka (which I agree it’s a lit 🔥 show) they somehow wind up watching Free! and Kazuichi can’t help kinning Rin because “HE’S JUST LIKE ME. HE’S INSECURE, HAS TRUST ISSUES, IS AFRAID OF MAKING FRIENDS, CAN’T LET GO OF PAST MISTAKES, AND HE EVEN HAS THE POINTY TEETH AND RED HAIR WHICH IS SORTA PINK SO CLOSE ENOUGH 😭”

Kaz bawls like a baby when they finish season 1 and Ryouta pats his back through all of it like the good emotional support friend he is lol

I’d like to think he gives Kazuichi a Rin plushy for his birthday along with a Kyouko charm and Eva 01 gundam and it’s the best birthday Kazuichi ever had.

tomori gundam fan she builds and collects gunpla

Barely know anything about Gundam (apart from the giant robots and canon autism rep) but I imagine that she would be a Suletta Mercury kin.

Congratulations for being the first headcanon posted on the blog, @ibuprofenlesbian!