Oct. 1st, 2024
gundam mk ii thoughts
Oct. 1st, 2024 04:55 pmi like the Gundam Mk-II. it's like... the Gundamest Gundam. the baseline from which most other gundams draw upon. now i know what youre saying: "gull theres a gundam literally called the Gundam it was the first gundam in the whole franchise". yeah? yeah? well fuck you i like gramps too but the Gundam Mk-II just feels more in line with all the future gundams yknow. it's stocky and well-proportioned, sporting a yellow v-fin and green sensors. it's much chunkier and shapily interesting where it counts, like the shoulders. sorry grampy i like you much as the next guy does but i just think youre kind of flat and boxy
( Additional stuff from the comments beneath the cut )
Original prompt from Making-up-Mech-Pilots on Cohost: "Mech Pilot who says “this one’s for the girlies” before flicking on all the laser arming switches." (Link)
and they were destroyed by the titanic, terrific metal monster's missile circus, a display of lights and sounds as wonderful as it was sickening. only you remain, you in your battered machine, itself damaged heavily from the cavalcade of multicolored explosions. but mounted still upon your broken second body is its real trick, the biggest honking laser this side of Luna. so lift your massive metal arm and bring the cannon down, over your shoulder. run all the calculations you can cram before the beast realizes that it has leftovers on its plate. pray to whatever deity is left to watch over you in this hell of our own creation - you will need all the blessings you can get. and before you flick the switches, the terror's weakest point in your crosshairs, remind yourself of what you have lost. dedicate this one to them, their constant companionship through thick and thin as long as they could bear it.
remind yourself that this one is for the girlies.
home on legs
Oct. 1st, 2024 08:23 pmOriginal prompt from Making-up-Mech-Pilots on Cohost: "Mech Pilot who never really unpacks" (Link)
"What. What am I looking at."
"Home on legs, baby!," xe told me, looking back with a wild look in xyr eyes as the upper panel of the open cockpit hatch creaked slightly under the weight of a conspicuous duffel bag hung on what was supposed to be a manual opening handle. For emergencies. "Ol' girl's never done me wrong."