#BFG

[marshiebun]

lets go lesbians

#object shows #osc #object show community #sacriverse #sacristuff #burner #burnerosc #bfg #battle for grandma #5sos #5sos 3 #5 secondly object show #obs #obsolete battle show #marshie art

[inbabylontheywept]

"The reaper had a scythe. I have a combine harvester."

Arlach tapped his fingers nervously. He’d have gladly given up his life for the liberation of his people. A combine harvester (even a deluxe AI driven model) was a pittance compared to that. Still, he didn’t really understand what he was hearing.

“I uh… heard you’re hooking up my strawberry picker to an air defense cannon?”

The human technician assembling the gun held up a hand, finishing up some last tweaking of the wire harness. He touched two wires together carefully and swore when a shower of sparks shot out of the contact.

Set back, but not defeated, the man paused his task to answer the farmer’s question.

“See, you’re looking at this wrong. It’s an AI harvester, and it works great for strawberries, but machines don’t really see ‘strawberries’. They rate strawberry-ness. There’s a lot of ways to manage that, but it looks for a generally pointed shape, some seeds, and that nice red color. So your run of the mill strawberry generally receives an almost perfect strawberry-ness score, but something like this-”

His hands dug through all the pockets of his work suit before they finally found their target. He fished out what had been a standard ferroslug before it was painted bright red and smattered with a handful of black dots. He took a moment to admire it himself before tossing it to the farmer and continuing.

“Well, it’s not a strawberry, but it scores as one. Well enough that the machine gets positive feedback from its alignment unit every time it puts one of these babies where it's supposed to go.”

Arlach stared at him blankly.

“So what, you’re convincing it to fill a cargo container up with painted bullets?”

The technician grinned.

“There's no a limit to how fast it's allowed to fill that container up. At no point did the alignment protocol even consider that it'd be capable of throwing a 'strawberry' at mach nine. And the cargohold is important, but the rocket its attached to is more so. You know what looks a lot like a surface to orbit rocket?"

Arlach’s brain clicked.

“The hypersonic missiles they've been throwing at us.”

The grin widened. Arlach himself felt slightly awed to have found the connection.

“Will it work?”

The human nodded.

“It’s damn near the only thing that can. To shoot down something going that fast, that low, you either need a dummy missile that can brute force outrun it, or enough computing power to hack a station. The alliance is too chickenshit to send over their actual military AI's, but these myopic-type digibrains are supposed to be safe for civilian use because the idea of convincing your tractor that a bullet is a strawberry and a WMD is a cargo loader was a little too creative for the morons over at John Deere Galactic. And if that digibrain just so happens to function near the exoflop level, they're going to have a hard time sneaking anything larger than a bee through this airspace.”

The alien’s hands went over its crest as its mind reeled.

“They're not the only ones who would never think of this. It's brilliant. I never would've considered it.”

The tech shrugged good naturedly and went back to retrieve the two ends of wire that he’d dropped earlier.

“Eh, it's not coming from nowhere. There’s something of a human tradition about using farm equipment for war. I'm just lucky to be part of the next evolution in this. The reaper himself only used a scythe. Now I get to use a combine harvester.”

#hfy #humanity fuck yeah #humans are space oddities #science fiction #scifi #humans are space orcs #big fucking gun #bfg #AI theory #vaguely war in Ukraine inspired #Never pass on a chance to dunk on John Deere #humans are weird #everything can be a gun

[coalisawesome]

some redone battle for grandma cats. Old post

#bfg #battle for grandma #sacriverse #object shows

[jasvvy]

#tna #impact wrestling #bfg #bound for glory 2023 #kenta #chris sabin

[wujczak]

Lunar class cruiser for Battlefleet Gothic Imperial Navy (proxy)

#wujczak #miniature painting #wargaming #warhammer #warhammer 40k #battlefleet gothic #bfg

[nelc]

I'll fix you! Come back here!

#Zexa Peel #Popeye #gun #comics #BFG

[arthur-bn]

The BFG 9000 from DOOM 2016.

#3d model #3d #lowpoly #pixel art #doom fanart #doom 2016 #doom #fanart #weapon #bfg 9000 #bfg #minecraft #blockbench

[totally-spies]

#totally spies #alex #bfg

[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 17 Group 85

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

Tiny Giant Duo: Sophie and the BFG

Greendale 7: Jeff Winger, Britta Perry, Abed Nadir, Troy Barnes, Pierce Hawthorne, Shirley Bennet, Annie Edison

Submissions are still open!

Tiny Giant Duo:

Sorry, I got no propaganda for them yet :(

Greendale 7:

they are so stupid together and they were all normal human beings in the beggining but as time went on they just kept being more like themselves and went even insane-er and even the dumbest combinations of people in the group is just so much like different people within a family interacting ,,, I hope to find that kind of family to myself one day

they are all toxic people who form a very dysfunctional family and kind of learn to be better thanks to each other. i love them dearly

#tumblr polls #poll #polls #tournament poll #found family #found family tournament 2023 #tumblr tournament #tournament #The Tiny Giant Duo #The BFG #The Greendale 7 #The Study Group #Community #Sophie #BFG #Greendale 7 #Jeff Winger #Britta Perry #Abed Nadir #Troy Barnes #Pierce Hawthorne #Shirley Bennet #Annie Edison

[inbabylontheywept]

That isn't a ship, it's a cannon with FTL

Aggral Thrawn’s gut was a grotesque thing to behold: Soft and distended, covered with a coarse layering of fur, a fat purple worm of a scar crossing over it’s almost spherical circumference. So vicious was the scar that even gazing upon it brought unwanted imagery of the fat ape-like creature screaming in pain, both arms working as a dam to keep the tidal wave of bloody guts from spilling out of its three-fingered fists

Yet, for all its grotesque horror, he trusted it. That same gut that had almost gotten him killed so many years before had worked hard to save him again and again after. It was what had brought him from mere gangpress, to quartermaster, all the way to the captain of his own pirate vessel.

And right now, it was telling him to call off the attack. The readings he was getting from the craft ahead made no sense. The crew space was too small, the energy readings were off the charts, and there was something almost military about it. Yet, as he looked over the hull, he couldn’t spot a single weapon. Nothing about it made sense.

The crew had enough in the larders to pass on a ship this sturdy. Even as ships on either side of him pulled forward, eager to be the first to raid the craft, he aborted the ram sequence to watch from a distance.

The crew was disappointed. It’d been too long since they’d had a good, solid fight, but they knew better than to second guess Aggral’s gut. It had earned its place as the ship’s oracle by rite of blood, and was to be respected accordingly.

---

There were only four crew aboard the USSN PMAC: Dalton Dial, in charge of weapon systems, Elizabeth Harris, in charge of navigation, and the Pratchett siblings, who worked together to keep the fifth generation fusion reactor that powered the whole abomination within some semblance of working order.

The Pratchett siblings’ love of the reactor (which they had affectionately named “Sun-Son”) was rivaled only by their hatred of the rest of the craft. Elizabeth and Dalton had more mixed feelings on the matter. Elizabeth considered the ship “Perhaps a little ridiculous on paper, but a work of military genius,” while Dalton lauded the idea as “Literally the coming of the Messiah, the only thing I prayed for my whole adulthood, and the answer to that prayer manifest, just for me, to bring me back to the flock.”

Their mixed feelings could be explained away just by describing the craft concept:

The PMAC was not a ship. It was the largest possible gun that could still be attached to an Alcubierre drive, with just enough manpower to steer, aim, and maintain the thing for long term patrols.

The prototype MAC that the life-support, thrusters, and reactor had been constructed around hadn’t even been built with space in mind. It was originally designed as a ground-to-orbit defense weapon. If it wasn’t for the capacitor bank the ship would’ve needed almost a minute between each shot to get enough power, even with the fifth generation reactor. Luckily, it could start out each battle with enough charge to fire off a salvo of four before needing to begin recharging for its next launch.

It had just such a salvo prepared for the pirate ambush that their military grade scanners had picked up minutes earlier.

Dalton was not taking the delay very well.

“With all due respect mam, I’ve had a lock on all three for almost a minute now. I could just fire and claim that I sneezed. The Pratchetts would back me up on this. Right guys?”

Emily Pratchett snorted.

“Why is it that when the weaponsmaster says ‘with all due respect’ he always means ‘fuck you for giving my stupidly giant gun blue balls?”

Thom Pratchett shrugged.

“Maybe he’d say it less if you weren’t so eager to translate it to the navigator for him.”

Elizabeth was slightly amused by the conversation. It was hard to keep things particularly formal while on a crew this small. Still, she was waiting for something. She’d gotten permission from the brass to take a new approach to fighting with the ship.

They’d proven it could win battles. Now, it was time to establish shock and awe. And as it currently stood, dead men told no tales.

Thus, they needed more living ones. And as she watched two pirate ships pull forward, with one hanging back, she knew just who’d live to pass on this particular legend. ---

Aggral watched the ships advance on his HUD, the blips crossing the thousands of kilometers between them and the strange ship in seconds. For a moment he felt regret. Was he making a mistake? Was this going to be what led to some upstart in the crew thinking they could do things better than him?

Then, the world went mad.

The power readings on the strange ship spiked. Hard. He’d thought that the baseline levels were outrageous, but they must’ve had some sort of absurd capacitor bank to expel that much energy that fast. The twin prongs that made up most of the length of the ship gave off some sort of EMP that fried the electronics of the Viscera, his sister ship, cutting off their radio traffic. His crew scrambled to find some way to regain contact when Gods of the Dead, forgive me my sins, and and forget me my debts, the actual weapon went off. The EMP hadn’t even been the attack, it had just been a side effect.

He hadn’t seen a weapon because he’d been looking for one on the hull, some kind of guardian laser, or a missile pod. He hadn’t even conceived that the whole goddamn vehicle could be the weapon. But what kind of weapon would charge up like that? A laser would just fire over a sustained period. What would need a burst like-

He stopped midthought as it hit him: A railgun.

He stopped again as it hit them: The kinetic charge would have to have been moving at almost 0.8c for it to just ignore the evasive maneuvers like that. The ferroslug itself wasn’t detected by any of their defense measures aboard, but the thermal readings of the Viscera made every infared sensor aboard scream in horror. Contact with whatever slug had hit it must’ve reduced the whole thing to plasma. It was almost inconceivable.

He was already screaming out the full retreat call when the ship fired twice in rapid succession at the Rictus, which was still recovering from what had just happened to its partner. The first shot was dead through the center. The second hit some target a few dozen meters off to the side.

A direct hit on an escape pod. Apparently, the captain had tried to save himself. Even in the mortal terror that he felt at that moment, Aggral could take a grim satisfaction at that second shot. To leave all the men that followed you to their deaths was a cowardice that he could not bear to consider. He would rather die.

And now, he was going to. Jump was fifteen seconds away, and the console was telling him that the ship was pinged. They knew where he was, they had him in their crosshairs, and they were going to pull the trigger.

He traced a finger over the purple scar absentmindedly. This was it. He’d been living on borrowed time since that first wound, and now he was to meet his ancestors.

He was ready.

---

Dalton was wincing, even as he maintained his ping on the ship. He knew that Elizabeth was just doing her job, but even by his admittedly bloodthirsty standards, there was something fucked up about keeping a ship in ping like this. It was like forcing someone to look you in the eyes before you slit their throat. Way too personal for his tastes.

Elizabeth was keeping an eye on the craft, making sure that no escape pods were jettisoning. Part of her was hoping that some would, but whatever other faults these pirates had, they were loyal to each other at least. As the ultraviolet scanners gave the telltale flair of redshift, she told Dalton to turn off the ping.

To say he was relieved was an understatement. In the middle of a firefight, he couldn’t question Elizabeth’s orders, but for the first time in a long time, he’d been afraid to pull the trigger. Now he didn’t have to.

He almost slid out of his chair as he asked the question that had been on his mind since the engagement began.

“Mam, what the hell was that?”

Elizabeth smiled warmly at her very surprised crew even as her words came out, cold as ice.

“A message.”

---

Thanks for reading this far! I'm moving my previous works from reddit to here. If you follow me, more will come. If you're impatient, you can skip to the source and read things at https://www.reddit.com/user/InBabylonTheyWept/

#humanity fuck yeah #hfy #humans are space orcs #scifi #humans are space oddities #this was the first story I wrote for the HFY subreddit #I am terrible at writing names so I just steal them #space pirates #bfg #Big Fucking Gun #science fiction

[i-upset-to-dead-65]

Which Roald Dahl Book Are You?

#uquiz #fun uquiz #roald dahl #wonka #willy wonka #charlie and the chocolate factory #matilda #bfg #the witches

[jasvvy]

#tna #impact wrestling #bfg #bound for glory 23 #will ospreay #mike bailey

[skeletonfumes]

The Beekeeper (2024) David Ayer

#the beekeeper #david ayer #megan le #mygifs #gif #filmedit #bfg

[gentle-giant-swag]

Ahem dear viewer, I need to grab your attention

29 of the most suggested characters shall now be shown

Note, chad is at the bottom, not due to submission fraud and me having to retract a vote, but due to me messing things up in google docs.

Gonta Gokuhara, danganronpa, 7 submis

Milly Thompson, trigun, 6 submis

Fezzik, the princess bride, 5 submis

Scorpia, She-Ra, 4 submis

Jaguar D. Saul, one piece, 4 submis

Muriel, the arcana, 4 submis

Chad/ Yasutora Sado, bleach, 3 submis (bottom right corner, but I like to go from most to least votes)

Caduceus Clay, critical role, 3 submis (now we back to the order)

Heavy, team fortress 2, 3 submis

Raphael Kirsten, fire emblem, 3 submis

Big friendly giant, the BFG, 3 submis

Tyson, Percy Jackson, 3 submis

Alphonse Elric, full metal alchemist, 3 submis

Asahi Azumane, Haikyuu, 3 submis

Jonathan Joestar, jojo bizarre adventure, 3 submis

Raphael Hamoto, RoTMNT, 3 submis

Dj, total drama, 3 submis

Murakumo, rune Factory, 2 submis

Ivan Buriel, miraculous ladybug, 2 submis (like literally everyone else has 2 submissions so I will stop counting here)

Komamura Sajin, bleach

Dedue Molinaro, fire emblem

Sandy, Lego monkey kid

Milla Vodello, psychonauts

The Titan, the owl house

The iron giant, the iron giant

Gooliopè Jellington, monster high

Jean Bart, one piece

Beelzebub, obey me

Senri, +amina

I will add the fandoms later on, but as I’m writing this Eurovision is starting

FORM!!!

#gentle giant swag #gentle giant swag updates #danganronpa #trigun #the princess bride #she ra and the princesses of power #one piece #the arcana #bleach anime #critical role #team fortress two #fire emblem three houses #bfg #Percy Jackson #full metal alchemist #haikyuu #jojo’s bizarre adventure #teenage mutant ninja turtles #total drama island #rune factory #miraculous ladybug #Lego monkey kid #psychonauts #the iron giant #monster high #obey me #+amina

[wujczak]

Proxies for Battlefleet Gothic Imperial Navy Dauntless Light cruisers and Cobra Destroyers.

#wujczak #miniature painting #wargaming #warhammer #warhammer 40k #bfg #battlefleet gothic

[shark-with-legs2]

Creative Insults for All Heights

Short:

-Are you going to sing me a song about falling in the chocolate river?

-If I give you a sock will you be free?

-Are you going to call the other six dwarves for backup?

-Don't you have a shire to be protecting?

-Go back to munchkin land

-(send them a graph of the average global height)

Tall:

-Don't you have a beanstalk to be guarding?

-It's too early for this, Hagrid

-Don't you have snozzcumbers to be pickling?

-Go fight Godzilla again

-(send them a picture of a tall person crammed into an airplane seat)

#willy wonka #oompa loompa #harry potter #snow white #lord of the rings #wizard of oz #jack and the beanstalk #bfg #godzilla #funny #memes #funny memes