floating fortress

Last stand of Olaf Tryggvason, Battle of Svold AD999

Ambushed and hugely outnumbered by his Danish and Swedish enemies, Olaf had his ships tied together to create a floating fortress.

The Allies ferociously board and capture the Norwegian ships one by one until only Olafs flagship “ Ormen Lange” remains. There is no quarter and protected by his crew Olaf throws himself into the sea to drown rather than be captured.

Shall We Test That? (Loki/Thor x reader)

Request: phantomsmenace said: hi bonnie! i was wondering if you could write one where during the events of the first avengers movie where Loki tries to protect you while everything is going on? either romantic or platonic? thank you!! 

“It’s an impressive cage. Not built, I think, for me.”

Loki heard Fury reply to his taunting, but he didn’t hear the words from his mouth.  In fact, he barely knew what he, himself, had just said. He was simply buying time, waiting for the moment when the Hulk would take center stage against a team that was barely his own, and when Loki could be free to make his escape.  He didn’t care at all about anyone on this floating fortress other than one; he only cared about where they were holding you and how he would reach you.  If his connection to Barton was holding, the archer would already be following his orders to retrieve you and keep you safe.

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anonymous asked:

Hey there!! What are some things Dallas likes that aren't because of Malek?? (just seems like sum1 asks about something Dallas likes the answer is "Dallas likes the thing (but only bc Malek likes the thing!!!)" I'd love to hear about some of Dallas' interests that are independent of his crush

Yes, definitely. Although Dallas is that kind of person who would immediately reel back if you ask him what he’s into because he’s terrified of sounding Uncool. Whoo Boy, The Things Low Self Esteem Does To You.

Basically he’s like, convinced his existence is complementary to other people’s, so while he can develop his own interests,he’s really, really shy with sharing them. Poppy doesn’t even know what most of his drawings look like! He only gave her a picture of her he drew for her birthday.

Baseball and lord of the rings goes without saying. First of all, he likes Building Stuff. I mentioned once he likes making simple birdhouses and dollhouses for his mom and sister respectively. He’s into DIY and all that stuff, like he’s made slimes for Hazel, and he’s made closets for her dolls (can you tell how much Dallas loves his sister already?)

Dallas also really likes worldbuilding games. What I’m trying to say is that your boy Dallas spent hours building a ginormous floating fortress on minecraft. And he did all that whilst being dyscalculic (which, makes putting blocks on  empty spaces So Confusing my guy)

much like Phoebus, Dallas also enjoys taking care of his dogs and playing Animal Crossing. 

I guess, like everyone else, he’s into a lot of horror stuff as well? But his favorite movies are like, zombies and aliens, things that Really Freaked out Phoebus and Malek. 

Yes, he got Malek into liking a lot of nerdy stuff, that includes DnD, (Malek: what in the world are the dice for? Why is there a sack underneath Ari’s bed, dude??)

anonymous asked:

how about some cute keith/ lance for a ficlet ?

[Requests are now closed! Catch up on the others on Tumblr here. Or read them all on AO3 as Finding Family.]

Set sometime in the indeterminate future after Keith and Lance have been dating for a few weeks/months.

“I don’t believe you,” Keith said flatly, crossing his arms as Lance spluttered a protest.

“What? But Keith—Keith, babe. C’mon.”

Keith arched an eyebrow. “Don’t give me that look.”

Keeeeeith.” Lance danced around in front of Keith, latching onto his shoulders and going limp. Keith cursed, but caught Lance before he hit the floor (if only to keep from being dragged down with him.) He studiously ignored the way Lance pouted up at him. “Would I lie to you?”

“All the time,” Keith said, continuing on his way down the corridor. Lance tried to be stubborn at first, but when he realized Keith wasn’t going to hold him up forever, he grudgingly took back his own weight and slunk along beside Keith, who smirked to himself.

Lance opened his mouth, clearly about to protest his honesty, but Keith was faster.

“You told me you could hold your breath for ten minutes.”

“A… slight exaggeration,” Lance said, crossing his arms.

Keith raised an eyebrow. “You tried to convince me it was Pidge who switched my soap for food goo.”

“Denial is an integral part of the pranking process.”

“You also told me you hated me. On numerous occasions.” Keith paused, his ears quivering in amusement as he glanced at Lance. “Or was that the truth, too?”

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donkey kong’s dad, cranky kong, makes him pay for special abilities dk needs to save the island from total destruction. cranky looks at the giant imposing crocodile shaped floating fortress with a huge death laser pointed right at him and thinks “how can i profit from this”

Dog Tags

For RvB Bingo Wars! Angst Square for the blues

Ao3 Link

The problem with spaceship crashes always becomes clear after the dust has settled. Here’s the thing about falling from the sky and hitting the ground hard enough to fold the ship in on itself, like a burning cigarette ground into an ashtray:

It doesn’t leave much behind in the way of human remains.

Or, Wash finds himself collecting dog tags from the wreckage after the Hand of Merope crashes. Tucker and Caboose step up to help, because that’s what teammates do.

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World Building June: Geography

The continent furthest to the north proves to be one of the hardest to travel to. Shut off from the world due to leviathans crashing ships, and even being as bold to snatch airships out of the air. Luckily due to a shallow coast the inner ocean is able to be fished and enjoyed. Several fishing villages dot the southern part of the continent as merchants profit from fishing and trade. In the southwest, the knightly order of the royalist army battles the nomad barbarians in the plains. Boundaries forever changing in the constant skirmishes, between knights, barbarians, and the hordes of orcs and goblins, leading to either massive military support in its citizens and a hatred of those who live freely outside the walls. Cultivating wondrous plants in the north lays the elven motherland. Once a cold tundra, transformed by the amazing warm-wood tree, the heat produces chased away the snow and allowed cultivation of an entirely change of ecosystem then the snow and ice allowed. The northern tundra is an unforgiving place where the weave of magic has been disrupted to such a degree that many mountains have begun to float into the air. To solve the problem of their fortresses floating away the dwarves who resided in their ancient homes chained the mountains to whatever earth remained. In the mountains lie the stout dragon-born, mighty warriors, oracles or mystics that rarely allow outsiders to enter. Finally, from the swamps resides the cunning lizard-folk, hunters and man eaters they make use of ritual magics and ambush tactics to keep others out of their territory.

Romance, in Studio Ghibli films, is replaced by self-realization—and not only princesses or warriors achieve it. Most of its female leads are insecure adolescent girls, striving for independence, making their own paths in life and discovering their true selves. In Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989), for example, a 13-year-old witch-in-training must leave home and live on her own for one year in order to become a real witch. The headstrong Kiki eagerly flies off on her broomstick, but soon loses her magic powers. “Without even thinking about it, I used to be able to fly,” she muses in one scene. “Now I’m trying to look inside myself and find out how I did it.” In Howl’s Moving Castle (2004), when a witch transforms Sophie into a 90-year-old woman, the self-conscious character sets out on a quest to break the curse. She climbs on board a floating fortress, befriends a fire demon, impersonates a witch and stops a war, but it is when she starts to feel confident in herself, and help others, that her wrinkles begin to fade.
—  Girlhood and Girl Power in Studio Ghibli Films by Zio Baritaux, 2017
Behind Locked Doors | Part 2

Aaaand that’s a wrap! Thank you guys as always for your support!

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There was no doubt a time in history when the Castle of Lions was alive with aliens of all shapes and sizes. The Alteans don’t talk about the fact that their food processor has a Galra setting, or that the archives are available in over five hundred different languages, or that the castle’s bedroom sizes range from “cardboard box” to “modest airplane hangar.“ Whatever crew manned the castle before the war was obviously as diverse as the universe was wide—but ten thousand years later, the Altean’s once-crowned fortress floats hollow amongst the stars, reduced to a crystal ghost town.

Normally, Shiro doesn’t dwell on the history of the castle. Voltron's mission makes him feel bigger than the space around him. Now, with Keith out of commission, there’s no grand purpose to distract Shiro from the castle’s dark mood. The halls ring at a single set of footsteps. The vaulted ceilings reach up and up towards the heavens like laced fingers. There’s a thinness to the air that curdles Shiro’s stomach.

Shiro looks up, seated on the stairs of the infirmary, and thinks about how small he and his teammates are. A person could just as easily die from a bad trip down the stairs as a sword through the heart. It’s almost paradoxical, how Voltron can be so powerful and so vulnerable at the same time.

From his spot on the stairs, Lance sighs.

“What should we say when he wakes up?” he asks. His jacket droops on his shoulders. “Should we just…pretend like nothing happened?”

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Speed and heat.

Eventually, the heat ray technology of the invaders was reverse engineered and fitted to space vessels. The voracious power consumption of the devices and the waste heat generated through their use made them unpopular with crews, however. Fitted to German corvettes, they did sterling work against the forces of the Russian successor state on Mars. The grand floating fortresses the previous decade proved fragile against the potency of the new weapons.

We haven’t had much time to play together lately, so instead we have been building individually. This is an NPC housing in one of our single player worlds, mostly built for pleasing aesthetics, not for being all that useful (at that it’s pretty terrible).

This screenshot was made partially with the in-game camera, and partially with a photo editing program, because sadly it was too big to fit in one screencap. Another downside of the camera is the way waterfalls are drawn.

Machine Gun

Prompt/Summary: This is fic number 9 for @mrs-squirrel-chester‘s album challenge.  Almost there.  This one is for Tony Stark because I heard this song and instantly though of my little cinnamon bun who really, really needs a hug.  And some therapy.  A lot of therapy. 

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: none really

Word Count: 1987

Author’s Note:  Sorry this has taken me so long.  I haven’t felt well and it definitely makes it difficult to take the time to focus. 

Machine Gun song

Album Challenge Master List

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The Vietnam War was really the peak of US military operations & ingenuity (and they still managed to lose it) thanks to a massive and unexpected ramp-up in operations, incredibly hostile & sprawling terrain, near-total infiltration of occupied territory by North Vietnamese or North Vietnamese-allied forces and the relaxation or non-existence of standard operating procedures or equipment regulations.

It developed into situations where you’d have transport trucks exposed to enemy ambush being loaded up with M2s, anti-air guns, entire armored chassis sections from disabled APCs. Boats loaded with mortars and flamethrowers and artillery pieces, serving like floating fortresses going up and down forces. They even had deployed units attaching autocannons and 20mm gatling guns to the bodies of F-4s to counter the uselessness of air-to-air missiles.

Everything that could have a gun bolted, welded, tied or glued to it did, it was like a military running entirely on the Mad Max principle of warfare.

Trying out writing something again for the first time in a long while-it will likely die like all my projects though I’d rather it didn’t, I’d love to get somewhere for once. So far ideas include: settings such as a bustling trading city literally seated at the edge of the world, fortresses floating in an endless white void while chained to giant crystal-encrusted rocks spinning throughout said void, a forest of inky blue-black trees that swallow all sunlight with creatures such as land-squids and skull-spiders crouching amidst the roots of the towering oilwoods, and with plenty of airships, bio-mechanoid caravans, quirky mages, anachronistic fashions/weapons/technologies galore, main characters likely to be apprentice mages because its a character-type I like-one who wishes to idolize their mysterious new master while the other wants revenge on them for something they may or may not have done, perhaps. It’s all very hazy right now, especially as I’ve thought up most of these ideas in the last half-hour and am tired, but I’m glad the creative juices in my brain are flowing slightly again. Let’s see if I can get them past the mere trickle that’s been generated tonight.

Anyway, sorry if I’m babbling and stuff, I just really hope I can do something interesting and maybe tell a good story that isn’t cringey and bogged down in my excessive use of descriptors, modifiers and hackneyed dialogue for once, I’m such a terrible over-writer with ambitions that are always a little beyond my skill. Wish me luck over the next few days as I hopefully can get started (and try not to let my work fatigue kill the project before it gets off the ground.) :)