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barebones-hq · 11 months

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Aparentemente, anos após a primeira queda de Lord Voldemort, o Profeta Diário ainda escreve matérias sobre Pandora Adorellan. Pertencente à Ordem da Fênix, a bruxa era sangue-puro e, quando em Hogwarts, pertenceu à casa de Rowena Ravenclaw. Alguns criticavam sua cabeça nas nuvens, outros ressaltavam sua forma leve de levar a vida.

Dessa história, você só conheceu boatos — até agora.

O que sabemos sobre: Pandora Lovegood, bruxa descrita como extraordinária, foi casada com Xenofílio Lovegood - editor d'O Pasquim - e com ele teve uma filha, Luna Lovegood. Ela amava testar novos feitiços e acabou morrendo em 1990 por seu próprio experimento, quando Luna tinha nove anos. A curiosidade de Pandora é sua força motriz. É inteligente porque observa, e tanto observa porque seus dois cristalinos são como lentes de um microscópio. As perguntas da infância -- Por que o céu é azul? Que som faz um tronquilho? Por quê o fogo de flu não queima? -- nunca realmente cessaram, e só ficavam mais complexas a medida que recebia respostas insatisfatórias. Parecia querer dissecar a origem de todo o universo; quebra-lo em pecinhas pequenas e, uma vez descobrindo para que cada uma servia, remontá-lo em algo ainda mais fascinante. Pandora era uma exploradora, uma cientista, uma arquiteta, uma inventora. E também era uma esquisita. Ao menos para os padrões bruxos da época. Foi apenas natural que se interessasse pelo movimento hippie que surgia no auge de sua adolescência, questionando costumes e regras que não passavam de preconceitos e construtos sociais. Todo o conceito de paz, harmonia e liberdade eram inspiradores, ainda mais com o clima de insegurança da guerra que se aproximava.

Curiosidades: Pandora foi praticamente criada por seus avós, pois os pais eram inomináveis no ministério da Inglaterra e mal tinham tempo para ela. Isso a concedeu muita liberdade enquanto infante, explorando a extensa área verde que havia no quintal da casa e anotando curiosidades num caderninho -- na esperança constante de mostrar suas descobertas para os pais. As invenções começaram pelo incentivo de um erro bobo: enquanto auxiliava a avó numa poção, dias antes de seu ingresso a Hogwarts, adicionou por descuido quantidades trocadas de helária e menta no elixir para induzir euforia, o que resultou num efeito diferente do pretendido -- seu avô, o usuário final, ficou completamente grogue, cantarolando a música tema do chudley cannons várias vezes seguidas e contando fatos bobos da infância com a voz ébria. Intrigada pelo resultado divertido, percebeu que poderia criar poções de maneira empírica, por tentativa e erro, e registrar os resultados. Mais tarde, isso também se estendeu para os feitiços. Sua cor favorita é furta-cor, e junto às roupas leves e aos sapatos rabiscadinhos com caneta colorida por seus amigos mais chegados, sempre usa algum acessório de Opala branca nos looks, pois acredita que possuem propriedades de canalização. Quem vê Pandora de longe, jamais desconfiaria que é podre de rica. Banda favorita: Earth, Wind & Fire

Bicho-papão: de primeira, veria os avós mortos. Outra variação do bicho papão seria os pais de costas para ela, e não importasse quantas vezes ela chamasse, tocasse ou os puxasse, eles a ignorariam por completo.

Espelho de ojesed: Pandora veria a si mesma com um brilho furta cor pairando sobre as mãos, maleável, o qual ela moldaria de formas inimagináveis. É a essência da magia, desvendada por e para ela.

Clubes e atividades extracurriculares: Clube de Feitiços, Clube do Slugue, Clube de poções, Runas Antigas, Airtmância, Estudo dos trouxas e estudos antigos.

#char #char: female #char: ravenclaw #Pandora Lovegood #Pandora Adorellan

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ben-the-hyena · 1 year

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The Virgin "adulterous, narcissic, power hungry, fucking Ava Gardner, loving her husband and child only a reticent way" Pandora from that one interview VS the Chad "flirting just because she is vain and likes the attention and make her husband jealous but actually faithful, very in love and passionate with her husband, very motherly to her child and children, is more a mother figure to everyone than a boss, co-leads with her husband and manages to be his brain cels when he fucks up, loves to take care of herself but thinks of others first" Pandora from absolutely every other piece of media and interview

#she does have a flaw in both version and that is jealousy to the point of being petty when another girl is around her spouse #but that's another story. seriously why tf did Sfar say all these things about her on that interview #did he try to retcon her ? sound 'pseudo-intellectual' by fakely over analyzing ? how do you know your own char so badly ?#madame pandora #lol #i made it myself #meme #moi #petit vampire #i'm you but better #virgin vs chad #interview

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the-regegade · 1 year

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It’s Johan’s little meow meow!

First image is her courser look nudes + Hair out of her fair for both looks

Second image is her courser outfit and her raider outfit + her overboss headpiece/mask

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simonstamenovic · 2 years

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i literally need to play twilight so bad ik i already said this recently but my god he is my dnd character of all time

#id say i need 2 play pandora too but hes too campaign specific and #my gm would have to know km a kinnie and also char wojld have 2 b there #💌#and they r busy k think

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edenpoise · 1 month

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What new addition would make your Tumblr experience so much better?

⁽ @hellsbroadcaster ⁾ ― ： meme. from here .

honestly? nothing all too much would go about making the experience better. considering the fact that actually I have been roleplay for a good portion of, what? 5+ years? I took a very long break at random times and even more randomly would pop back up to prove I'm alive. and every time I came back something was different about how Tumblr ran things, how other stuff happened- graphics, all that fun jazz. usually if something happened that I didn't care for, Xkit was usually there to help fix the mess in some regard. I think just bringing back regular trimming of posts would make things a lot easier, or the formatting of posts from before. It's pretty annoying having to either send a reply, or post it in drafts to try and trim it so it doesn't look like a complete mess on my end!

but in the end thats just formatting and making things look pretty. all in all when it comes to having better experiences on tumblr is meeting and interacting with nice people! I have met a lot of friends on tumblr and still keep in contact a handful even after the years passed. I think the people are the best part of tumblr, it always makes me super happy whenever I return from a hiatus and people I've roleplayed with immediately remember me and are happy.

#✾ ⎰ ❛ apples peaches pears . ❜ ⧸ ⊰ out of char ⊱#it makes me all gushy when people are super nice on tumblr and just make some genuine friends on here #i will say trying to understand how people like graphics and everything again was interesting #i remember in the pandora hearts fandom we started editing our icons with other items included #so that was interesting #in the end there is no new additions that could be added to make things better other than formatting #since i see the people being the best part of tumblr #example??? y OoooouuUuUUU #heck being in the PH fandom for a few years gives ya some friends #even if you are horrible at communication outside of roleplay T-T aka M E #don't worry I cling like a koala now to my friends #you can never escape me now #f e a r m e #also catch this being late a f. XD

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starneteyam · 1 year

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TOUCHY ★

🖇️ char. Neteyam x Omaticayan! fem! reader

🖇️ warn. Spicy, jealousy, fluff

🎥 In which Neteyam is an extremely affectionate boyfriend whose love language is physical intimacy, and when some Metkayinan boys start getting a bit too flirty with you, be gets jealous and sulks

A/N Just a short drabble

Neteyam was your mate, and you were his. Ever since he first hooked his eyes on you a year ago, he had been obsessed with you in every way. The way you looked at him with loving eyes, or the way you never complained whenever he held your hand while you did whatever you needed to do. You understood Neteyam loved being physically intact with you.

When he was sitting next to you, even that wouldn’t be enough. He would lay his head on your shoulder, or hold your hand, or wrap his arm around you. Around his family, he would play with your hair—the tiny unbraided strands of your goddess braids, or he would just hook a finger around yours.

He had separation anxiety, though you would never comment on it. You didn’t mind, one bit. You thought that part of him was adorable, like a little puppy.

Because you were his mate, it was decided that you would move to Awa’atlu with Jake and his family, leaving your family behind. You were heartbroken, having to leave your siblings and parents behind, but you said your goodbyes and left anyways.

When you arrived at the Pandora Reefs, Neteyam never let go of your hand, not once. But this time, it was to reassure you. When Au’nong and Rotxo stepped forward, he pulled you behind him, while they smirked.

At your new home, he huffed in displeasure. “They were looking at you.” He sulked, sitting next to you with his head on your collarbone, your body leaning against the wooden pillar, his pointer finger hooked to your pinkie.

You smiled reassuringly, shaking your head. “And I was looking at you, Neteyam.” You told him softly, playing with the bead on his braid. Your heart was full, your throat tightening at how adorable he was.

Another instance was when you were at the beach with Tuktirey, accompanying her and looking for seashells on the shallow waters. The two of you knelt on the sand, her laughing in joy. “Look, there’s one!” You laughed, pointing at a pink shell when you heard the water behind you splashing as if somebody was walking near you.

You turned around, seeing a stranger your age walking up to you with two of his friends. You furrowed your eyes. “Tuk, come here.” You whispered, ushering her.

She whimpered in fear as you grabbed her arm and pulled her behind you. You then stood up. “What’re you doing?” The boy asked, tilting his head. You gave him a dirty look. “Can I help you?” You asked, ignoring his question. His friend laughed. “We just want to get to know you, chill out.” He shrugged his shoulders, and you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.

“I like your hair.” The third guy commented, running his fingers through some braids on your hair. “We should hangout sometime, I can show you some islands around here.” The first guy said, smiling. You huffed, frowning.

“Excuse me.” You mumbled, making sure to keep Tuk away from the guys as you walked past them, and away. “O-Okay! See you around!” The guy yelled after, and you shook your head in disbelief and sighed. Pathetic.

Unknown to you, Neteyam had seen it all. He had the urge to go in and just punch those guys square in the jaw, but after fighting the Au’nong and his friends yesterday, he was sure his father would skin him alive if he were to cause more trouble.

So instead, he stayed out of sight, and watched quietly as his nails dug into his palms. He was glad you quickly had left and even barely spoke to them, displaying your clear unliking to them, but still, he couldn’t help but feel jealous.

Later that day, when the sky was dark, you stood in your home, your back turned to the entrance as you were busy taking the leaves off of berries Kiri had picked. You heard Neteyam enter, turning your shoulder and glancing at him. “How was your day, Neteyam?” You asked, not having seen him all day. He stayed silent, which you ignored. If he didn’t want to talk, he didn’t have to talk. You respected that of him, because you had your moments too.

You heard him dropping his things on the floor, then walk up to you. Without saying a word, his hands slid around your waist, pressing himself against your back as he kissed your shoulder. You smiled, leaning your hair into him as you continued to pick at the berries. His butterfly kisses trailed up your shoulder, to your neck, and his kisses became longer. Your breath hitched as he started sucking softly on the skin on your neck, his thumb rubbing your stomach.

“Neteyam.” You whispered, turning your head slightly towards him, but he ignored you again. You were confused on why he was acting this way. His tongue pressed against the bruises on your neck, before he turned you around and kissed your lips. You immediately responded. “Netey- mm- What’s- Mmph!” You tried talking, but he kept cutting you off by kissing you, each kiss more aggressive than the last. “Shh.” He hushed quickly, before kissing you again.

You did as told, letting him pour his feelings out on you. Your fingers brushed his back, tracing his spine upwards, before lightly tugging on his hair. He pushed his lips against yours, trying to get as close as he could to you, his eyebrows furrowed. He felt goosebumps on his skin as your tail brushed up the inside of his leg. After leaving his final kiss on you, he hugged your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

Surprised, you looked at him, before smiling softly and rubbing his back. “What happened, Neteyam?” You asked quietly, closing your eyes as you leaned your head against his. He was silent for a couple heartbeats, but then finally spoke. “I saw those guys trying to hit on you today.” He whispered, and it almost broke your heart—how cute he was. You laughed at his sulking sight, hugging him tighter. “Neteyam, you are too perfect for this world.” You told him, kissing his head.

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pussydestroyer10110 · 4 months

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The screen flashes to life after a while showing this was an older model, the video then appeared on the screen revealing a man with cropped hair and an unimpressed look on his face. This was Jake Sully - the man you had heard so much about but never actually seen.

Jake x Avatar!reader x Neytiri

Someone please tell me how to easily do a word count

Chapter 2 - Nearly at the good bits

(Thank you to everyone that supported the first chapter!)

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After a while longer of staring up at your Na'vi body, you realise you've been left alone, a note left on the table beside a computer. The note had said to turn on the computer as Norm had set up a few old call logs for you to study, the infamous call logs of Jake Sully.

You watched his call logs and like your friend you are baffled about how a seemingly uninterested and simple man like himself managed to climb the ranks of the Omaticayan hierarchy. You were rapt with the videos, watching as the call logs switched from the plain and simple base to the old shacks up in the Hallelujah Mountains, you truly envied him.

What caught your interest about his logs was the evolution of the bond between him and Grace, you could see the disapproval in her eyes as he called the treasured plants of Pandora 'glowing things'. Then you saw how over time he became sickly looking with Grace reprimanding him, the former marine had been lured in by Pandora and now couldn't escape.

The logs only made you more excited to view the outside world through you're newly crafted yellow eyes. However you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread at the thought of going out into Pandora alone with no one to experience this with you.

Soon enough the call logs ended so you rose from your seat feeling a numbness begin to course through your legs. You left the link/incubation room and went into the main communal area where the rest of the newbies sat along with the seasoned scientists, dinner was about to start and the food looked strange.

The food was a combination of both earth and Pandoran food, a new shipment of packaged goods having come in with your arrival, the earth food made up a few bits of dried beans and rice while the Pandoran food consisted of a strange meat. The meat was almost purple in colouration even after it had been skinned, when it was placed on the pan it sizzled violently before developing a charred surface signifying it was ready to be eaten.

A few people you had yet to know the names of, evenly cut the meat into strips and placed it on top of the beans and rice then the bowls were passed around the circle. You got your bowl last as you had sat on the end. You prodded the meat with your fork, it had the same texture of meat back home by the looks of it but you were still skeptical.

"What type of meat is this?"

You asked the question out of curiosity, open to the new experience.

"Hexapede"

The cook replies giving you a soft smile. You had studied Pandoran wildlife and recalled the hexapede as a deer like creature that roamed the forest of Pandora, a common delicacy amongst the natives.

"The Sully family gave it to us a gift, they still visit often to check up on things"

Norm explains to us and you immediately think of the call logs. This meat was provided by the man you had been watching mere minutes ago, except it wasn't him as he had transferred his conscience into his avatar. He had become one of the people.

Norm then makes a sound as if he'd just remembered something, he finished his mouthful before turning to you.

"I forgot to tell you, Jake will come to the lab tomorrow and meet you, he will help you around for a bit when you finally take out your avatar"

You look at him in shock which quickly turned into excitement, you couldn't believe it.

"Really?"

You ask almost not wanting to believe it incase he was just pulling your leg. But you were soon reassured by the chuckle Norm let out and then further confirmation that he was in fact being serious, you were going to meet Jake Sully.

Once your excitement wears off slightly you finally begin to eat your food. The meat was slightly tougher than what you were used to, it had a strong meaty flavour which you could dilute with the accompaniment of the rice and beans, it tasted almost primal. The meat back home is bred to be tender and of a certain flavour but this was obviously meat that had never been tampered with.

The main meal was followed by a dessert of new fruits. Each fruit opened was more vibrant with some being yellow, some pink and some even blue; each fruit hid its colourful flesh in either a dull skin or armoured shell, hiding its beauty and food to potential predators.

The fruits were handed around like the previous meal and you happily tried each fruit. The pink one reminded you of a sweet grape, the yellow like a mango and the blue was slightly bitter that ended with a creamy aftertaste - most similar to a slightly underripe avocado.

You enjoyed the fruits, it made you feel further connected to the foreign world even though you had yet to step foot on its soil.

The group soon dispersed and the newbies were lead to the sleeping quarters, you following. Everything seemed quite bare and basic with the sleeping quarters consisting of hammocks and army type beds in contrast the blankets were thickly quilted as the nights of Pandora often brought a chill.

You climbed into your hammock and soon fell asleep, dreaming of finally becoming your avatar tomorrow.

#avatar poly #avatar #james cameron avatar #jake sully #neytiri #sully #lab #norm spellman #pandora #avatar x fem reader #avatar x reader

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 8 months

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tagged by: @direwombat @inafieldofdaisies @theresaruggedroad @thesingularityseries and @madparadoxum (this week) and @nightbloodbix @ivymarquis @g0dspeeed @kyber-infinitygems (last week, tagging you all back this week) thank you all so much!

I've been struggling to do much writing at all lately, but I have a bit from Kit's Herald/Role swap AU I've started messing around with. This fic leans really heavily into the supernatural side of the FC5 lore and of course twists the origin of Kit's arrival in Hope County:

A foggy haze of smoke filled the red, infernal sky as the sun beat down upon the desert and heat rose from the golden dunes in blurry striations. Kit was in a daze, her thousand yard stare focused on the mirage in the distance while her mind was addled by pain. The twisting of metal shrapnel sheared away at meat and bone, slicing through veins and tendons as flames devoured through fat and flesh in equal measure. Fever clouded her vision and her limbs became numb as the clothes on her body charred like a Fourth of July barbecue. The fire in her belly was fading, her very life slipping away from her like sand through her fingers. Her mouth became as hot and dry as the world around her, the tongue that hung from the corner of it now thick and heavy. The steady thumping in her skull started to slow along with the beating of her heart as the lights in her eyes collapsed into tiny pinpricks, tunneling the view she had of the wreckage around her. Screaming faded into the periphery, the terrified moans and groans of her unit members desperately clinging to life became a hellish, cacophonous choir and from out of the desert, something crawled towards her – a dark mass.

It stole the breath from her lungs, nearly ripped the heart right out of her rib cage that begged to distend and snap apart. Whatever it was – and despite the adrenaline that coursed through her removing all clarity of thought and mind, preparing her for the great beyond – only one thought came to mind: it was ancient. Older than the mountains and the sands that caged her, something that came long before the stars and the sky they called home. Primordial. The Alpha and the Omega.

The burning sun and the scorching heat of the fires that nipped and gnawed away at her stung at her eyes, tears spilled down her cheeks as the form and figure grew closer. Then silence fell. Impossible silence. That same crushing nothing that came while in the eye of a storm, and she was facing down a tempest. Giant paws stomped down, leaving prints in the sand that turned to glass. Golden eyes stared out at her, but there was nothing feline behind the glare affixed upon her (despite the gaping maw filled with sharpened teeth like knives) instead they were slits with a light behind them that was far more human than they should have been. This was no earthly creature. There were no lions in Afghanistan. And yet here it was, mane and all, bowing in her company, and licking up the blood that poured from her wounds with its rough pink tongue.

The breath hitched in her throat as she tried to croak out a scream, but she was rendered speechless. A waking nightmare and she was unable to make a sound, all she could do was lay there and blink and pray. Pray that she’d be deemed inedible, pray that she’d be saved, pray that someone would come and spare her life. Pray that she was deemed worthy in the eyes of something holy.

It’s massive head rose, eyes looking into her own as if it could read the very thoughts that rushed through her mind. Sinking into its gaze, she fell deeper into the black, empty pit at the back of her mind where the darkness sat dormant and entombed, waiting to be released onto the world. She just had to let go of what little control she’d been allowed in life and open that lid to Pandora’s box.

And then a voice – not quite male, not quite female, something that was a convergence of the two – arose from out of the dark and infested her mind. “You know pain. You know suffering. Would you like to be free?”

It asked the question and yet her vocal chords were already burned to the point she could no longer speak, her lungs having filled with acrid smoke would not allow for even choked words to spill forward from her lips, but somehow she was able to answer. “Not if it means dying.”

A laugh, cold and mirthless, sent a shiver down her spine. The rattling of a tail screaming through the very weave of time itself. It coiled in the back of her skull, and whatever amount of human evolution and countless generations it had taken to get her here was stripped back until she was nothing more than an ape who’d discovered fire as a means to hold back the dark. She was a sniveling being in the presence of something it’s simple mind could not comprehend without being driven mad.

“You wish to live?”

“Yes.”

“What would you give?”

“Anything.”

It was a simple trade, a barter that worked in her favor. What she might have had to give up was a small price to pay for what she’d receive in return – a second chance. For what, she wasn’t quite sure yet: redemption, revenge, reclaiming her birthright? She supposed she’d find out in due time. She’d sacrificed enough in her life, it was time for all that effort to be recouped and repaid in full.

As the fire extinguished, and the bright glow of headlights fell upon her, she was more alive than ever. Skin had regrown, her hair no longer melted, blackened and burned, the milky cataracts of her eyes scraped back to the icy blue gleam they had once been. She was reborn, made anew in God’s image. Chosen. Saved. A miracle that should never have been. The lone witness to the hand of God still willing to burn bushes for those most fervent in their belief of him.

tagging: @shallow-gravy @cassietrn @strangefable @stacispratt @eclecticwildflowers @ladyofedens-blog @florbelles @v0idbuggy @theelderhazelnut @marivenah @simplegenius042 @josephslittledeputy @peppertheferalraccoon @neverthesameneveranother @statichvm @strafethesesinners @adelaidedrubman @clicheantagonist @voidika @confidentandgood @roofgeese @afarcry5fromstraight @chazz-anova @wrathfulrook @aceghosts @jillvalentinesday

#can you tell my love for the vvitch is coming through with this wip lmao #i've also gotten back into reading my clive barker books so that should give a frame of reference for where i'm #going with this fic eventually #wip wednesday #fic: kakia #oc: kit cross

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saccharine-curious-4 · 4 months

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so i gathered everyone's messages for when you just leave

Pandora: no change in friendship

Promise: +1 friendship

Pecunia: +1 friendship

Volo: no change in friendship

all the freshmen: +1 friendship

#voidpet #sunsets adventures in the void #voidpet char #voidpet hyphen #voidpet tilde #voidpet alt #idk why i did this tbh #volo windfall #pecunia windfall #promise windfall #pandora windfall

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starlitmothart · 3 months

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Pokemon Team Gijinkas (Updated 01/18/2024)

Highly electrocutable Kanto team

Bering the Kingler

Nepenthes the Victreebel

Pacifica the Tentacruel

Char the Charizard (to be redrawn soon)

Shard the Cloyster

Hornet the Beedrill

All Star Johto team

Glitchy the Porygon-Z

Zuzu the Crobat

Gyareth the Gyarados

Quilly the Typhlosion (Best girl!)

Death the Xatu

Glacier the Weavile

Highly flammable Hoenn team

Exuvia the Shedinja (Deoxys's worst nightmare)

Emily the Aggron

Tensan (the original Mr. Wiggles) the Dustox

Aqua the Swampert

Shimmer the extremely needy Gardevoir

Musa the Tropius

Kinda bland Sinnoh team

Cerim the Gallade

Altair the Staraptor

Yggy (Yggdrasil but the game won’t let me put that) the Torterra

Lullus the Mismagius

Ritz the Luxray

Graham the Pachirisu (bestest best boy)

Relatively well balanced Unova team

Statilia (the BEST Mr. Wiggles) the Leavanny

Hex the Gothitelle

Shadow the Bisharp

Mizu the Samurott

Cyclone the Sigilyph

Adelheid the Hydreigon

The Kalos team that started my very short competitive career

Shimmer the Gardevoir… who is still very needy.

Muerta the Gengar

Chester the Chesnaught (to be redesigned soon)

Carla the Hawlucha (scourge of the Mega Lucario)

Aurelius the Aegislash

Noivy the Noivern (my precious baby)

The first Alola team

Elzaphan the Toucannon

Pandora the Salazzle

Bee the Ribombee

Vidar the Decidueye

Hanzo the Samurott

Precious the Mimikyu

The second Alola team that isn't completely an Ensemble Stars reference (because it also references Yume100 lol)

Orchid the Lurantis (not Tormari)

Ienzo the Zoroark (not Nagisa)

Rico the Primarina (not Wataru)

Gladius the Gallade (finally gets a good design, my favorite Gallade, not Tsukasa or Sieg)

Magnus the Magmortar (not Foia)

Helio the Heliolisk (not Sora)

The mostly themeless Galar team

Britney the Toxtricity

James the Inteleon

Dorian the Runerigus

Bacon Bit the Sizzlipede

Drayla the Dragapult

Titania the Hatterene (plus GMax mecha lolololol)

The found family Paldea team

Anita the Spidops

Bella the Tinkaton

Manolo the Skeledirge

Struthiona the Espathra

Olivita the Smoliv

Canus the Ceruledge

TO BE DRAWN/ASSEMBLED

Kitakami (once again highly flammable)

Statilia

Quilly

Shimmer

Kohana

Lillia

Atalanta

Unova (Blueberry)

Quilly

Statilia

Crysta

Drakon

Hanzo

Aeolus

Hisui

Hinoken

Rikuu

Sachiko

Kiko

Tsurara

Itoyo

#pokemon #pokemon gijinka #my art

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bnuunydoll · 10 months

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The Tears of Time: A Look at the Gaza-C and Axis Zeon

The smothering silence of space has been shattered for ages. In the Universal Century, the cacophony of war is a constant that ensures the vast emptiness surrounding Earth will never be calm.

In the Year 0087, yet another war is being waged. A lone assault carrier called the "Argama" drifts through the abyssal darkness of space toward an asteroid belt. After fighting battle after battle against the rival Titans, the crew of the Argama are hoping to make contact with the newly introduced Axis Zeon so they can form an alliance. Despite much dispute among the crewmates for aligning with a group that has a history of bloodshed and opposing ideology, those in command steer the vessel further in hopes of making contact.

Much like opening Pandora's Box, the crew is met with a swarm of emotions as they get closer; Only made worse by the swarm of pink mobile suits. Fitted with gleaming mono-eye cameras that fix their emerald optics toward the carrier, these suits called the "Gaza-C", are the first introduction to Axis Zeon. I believe they reveal a myriad of interesting things about the group based on their design and presence in the story that this post will try to explain.

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I haven't written anything in...an embarrassingly long time, but over the last few months I've been indulging myself in Mobile Suit Gundam. From the original '79 series through Gundam ZZ and Char's Counter Attack, I've been fully submerged in the space opera drama, politics, and cool robots. While the nearly 150 episodes of classic mecha anime have definitely given me a lot to think about, I haven't felt comfortable or well read enough to fully approach any of the topics the series deals with; At least until now. The Gaza-C is a mobile suit that I find extremely fascinating, so please bare with me for however long this text ends up being so I can explain my infatuation with this flamboyantly colored mech.

Firstly, a warning for the uninitiated. I'll be discussing the Gaza-C, and by extension, Axis Zeon; Both of these are elements that appear in the later half of Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam and are prominently featured throughout the entirety of ZZ Gundam. Expect spoilers for both! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

How Did We Get Here?

Before the Gaza-C can be properly savored, I believe a spoonful of context and a dash of history are needed to bring out the best qualities of this particular mobile suit.

After the One Year War depicted in the original Mobile Suit Gundam, The Principality of Zeon was completely and utterly broken. Those that remained came together on a small mining base called Axis and declared it their new home, but it was a mere shadow of what used to be. Axis Zeon would struggle to have resources and even survive properly, and those who lived there were in constant fear that the Earth Federation would one day wipe them off the map. While they were able to keep functioning and even replicate a life similar to the Earth Colonies, they would only have a fraction of the military power and technology that Zeon once did.

Haman Karn is a woman that would have grown up under this threat, and the struggle to survive mixed with paranoia and abandonment from characters like Char Aznable would lead her to becoming the radicalized tyrant set on wrenching every shred of power she can out of Axis in order to assert her Zeonic beliefs and prove her strength.

She's killed a lot of people, but she was slaying while she did it.

A Ghost of Zeon's Lingering Past

When Char departs from the Argama and meets her for the first time in years he refers to Haman as, "The Ghost of Zeon." Much to Char's horror, it's revealed that she's been protecting and raising Mineva Zabi; A young woman that is said to be the last carrier of Zeon's royal blood. Unfortunately this tutelage also meant she was taught much of the regal and selfish beliefs of the old Zabi family; The same people that were responsible for the corruption of Zeon.

I quite like the title of Ghost, because it implies this sort of belief of something that should be gone but still clings to the world. The terrible ideology of the Zabi family is something Haman clings to and wants to force on others, and this ideology encourages her to see people as nothing but tools and actors for her own personal goals. With Haman and the context of Axis Zeon in mind, we can finally get to the Gaza-C proper; A suit that manages to symbolically represent these different aspects of the faction.

The Zabi family are low-key boomers, for real-for real.

It All Culminates In The Gaza-C

Many of the mobile suits used before this point typically have a humanoid design, especially the other mass produced suits like Zeon's Zaku and The Earth Federation's GM units from the original series. Those specific suits call back to soldiers from historic wars, and fit in perfectly as a depiction of this new type of warfare.

Axis Zeon's Gaza-C units don't share this trait despite having a similar purpose. A rifle juts out from the torso of the suit, with thick tubes connecting it to the main body. The "head" (if that's even a good word for it) is fitted with a singular eye that's reminiscent of a scope. The Gaza may have arms and legs like the other suits, but the structure of feet, head, chest, and the various exposed tubes seen throughout the suit give it a much more inhuman vibe than other suits seen up until this point. If anything, the Gaza-C feel like they're on life support. The mix of purples and pinks brings to mind organs and body parts, with the various tubes keeping the struggling things alive. Struggling would be a key word, as these suits are made from salvaged parts and quickly mass produced.

One of these things is not like the others...

Every mobile suit in the series is a weapon for war and destruction, but the inhuman Gaza units feel much more distinctly like weapons. The alt modes the units can change to support this further: A bipedal turret, and a more compact flight mode. Featured prominently in every mode is a very distinct rifle that is permanently attached to the suit. Taken together, it delivers a clear message; These suits exist exclusively to be used as a weapon without any form of humanity.

Our first encounter with these suits definitely displays this feature, where they're seen showering a Titan mobile suit with a rain of beam rifle shots. While the initial scene shows an impressive number of Gaza units to begin with, a quick pan out shows that the Argama is surrounded by them. Like flies, they jet around and peer into the glass of the vessel, making sure that the crew is fully aware of their presence.

The initial scene depicting them is off putting, and it definitely gives this feeling that Axis Zeon should be feared. But, I used the word flies for a reason. Much like those insects, the Gaza-C are rarely shown to be worth concern even in high numbers. Their introduction depicted a team of them taking shots at an enemy mobile suit, but the damage seemed negligible. While the suit did flee due to orders, it was less out of concern for their safety and more of a strategic decision.

I, personally, would be a little more concerned if a large mech stared at my viewport.

Even with that kind of pathetic opening display aside, the suits are commonly shot down without much trouble as well. While there certainly are a large number of them, the actual threat they pose seems minimal...and it definitely seems like the Argama crew feel the same way. Comparing them to what the AEUG's Argama carrier or Titan vessels have at their disposal feels sadistic, since suits like the Zeta Gundam (and ZZ Gundam later on) or The O are practically walking fortresses that are more then capable of wiping out a Gaza fleet on their own.

Ultimately, I think the Gaza-C are mass produced, barely cobbled together units produced en masse purely to give the façade of power; Something that would make sense for Axis Zeon current situation. Haman Karn would want to be taken seriously as a threat, and meeting her competition with a full army of suits definitely leaves a strong impression.

Fragile Beliefs and Even Weaker Armor

Turning things into an army of emotionless, disposable, weapons wouldn't be something Haman is a stranger to either. During the events of ZZ Gundam, the Neo Zeon forces led by Haman are filled out with an assortment of lighthearted characters with quirks and personality. However, many of these characters end up being reprogrammed as Cyber New types and lose bits of themselves in the process; They become less human for the sake of acting like a better weapon for Haman's personal use.

Not only did they rob his personality, but his drip too.

Despite how devoted to Zeonic ideals Haman and members of Axis and Neo Zeon might seem, I believe this devotion is extremely flimsy. Many high ranking members of Neo Zeon seem far more interested in appealing to Haman herself as opposed to any pride or devotion for their faction. The Princess that is meant to be the lynchpin of their whole faction is revealed to have disappeared before the events of ZZ Gundam, and...no one actually seems to mind this that much. Haman herself doesn't seem to want to restore the Zabi family to power either and even seems to be convinced that she was wrong for even trying; This leads to her taking her life during the finale of ZZ Gundam. These fragile beliefs seem to be perfectly represented by the fragile Gaza-C, which is completely eliminated by single blasts from the Zeta and ZZ Gundam suits.

Shockingly, this is one of the least gruesome Gaza trashings.

That's not to say there are no Zeon loyalists, as Glemy Toto was extremely devoted to the point of being sick of Haman Karn and staging a coup. However, most of Neo Zeon comes off as a group of quirky individuals simping for an unhinged woman with abandonment issues.

Justifying Atrocity

With all these things in mind, I feel like Haman Karn wanted to give off the illusion of strength so she could gain power for herself, and used Axis Zeon as a way to do it. The fleet of Gaza-C units and the Axis warship would definitely give an impression of strength, but the impression is all it is. Neither the AEUG or Titans seem to have any proper estimate of the groups military strength, with the Titans instead using the possible threat of a Zeon revolt as justification for their fascist policies. Besides Haman's own personal Quebley unit, the Gaza-C is all they have and it doesn't pose any major threat; Definitely not enough to justify the Titan's attempts to control Earth and Space.

These dorks are what the average queer friend group looks like.

I think that's the perfect explanation of Axis Zeon as a whole, much like the Gaza-C they both look scary and can be used to strike fear, but both are fragile things that can be easily dismissed when the curtain is pulled back. The threat of an "Axis uprising" or "Zeon Revolution" was used primarily as an excuse for the Titans to force more control over colonies.

Even in the events of ZZ Gundam where a power vacuum allowed Axis Zeon to advance and gain more military strength, The newly renamed Neo Zeon was ultimately stopped by...children. They might have been extremely weird children, but the only real strength Neo Zeon had came from aligning themselves with other groups and taking advantage of the Earth Federation's negligence.

This small child fought the CEO of war crimes and WON.

To wrap everything together, I believe that Axis and Zeon is merely an illusory symbol of hate and regressive ideas that was used by the Titans and Haman to gain their own power. While Haman and Axis/Neo Zeon definitely existed, the actual threat they posed both ideologically and through sheer military strength was horribly diminished and downright miniscule compared to the might of the Titans or even the AEUG. The Gaza-C units are a perfect example of this; though their sheer numbers and design can appear threatening, in reality they're all barely finished suits crafted from salvaged parts that can't withstand any sort of real fight. If Haman Karn is the Ghost of Zeon, the Gaza-C are the corpse, dragged out as a display of power in hopes to hide the decaying state of the faction they represent.

The little asteroid Axis that could...(it actually failed.)

Bonus Section: Woah! Cool Robot!

Story relevance aside, I do genuinely adore the sheer aesthetic and want to rave about the Gaza-C model kit. The starkly distinct pink and deep purples mixed with the emerald eyes and windows give it a very unique look compared to other kits, and the asymmetry present in the design not only gives the kit a unique look, but keeps the actual building process interesting throughout.

My first foray into mech enjoyment came with transformers, so having a kit that transforms into several modes brought me a large dose of euphoria. The kit even came with a flight stand so the other modes could properly posed and displayed.

Taken together, it's a very unique kit with a lot of really cool features and I've absolutely adored my time with it. Although the actual build and lining process was a lot more involved then I would have expected, it does make the thought of making a small army of them feel less enjoyable tenable.

The Gaza-C and Quebley are besties ^.^

I'm a little quirky so transforming suits like these make me happy. (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）

Panel lining these tubes was a nightmare and one of the reasons I'm discouraged from building a whole army (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

Conclusion

The Gundam franchise as a whole sports a bevy of interesting mech designs, but the Gaza-C really stuck out to me as a very minor detail that ended up giving a lot of insight into the story and characters. This was definitely a lot to go over so I hope anyone that read this far enjoyed and can possibly also share my appreciation for this suit! This was my first time writing anything of this nature (and first time writing at all in years) so if there's any feedback please let me know!

Unlike Haman, I won't react badly to criticism (Probably)

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