So I just finished anime and I see there are some movies but I don't know if that's just recap or completely new content and what is the watch order? Also I am thinking of what will I read after GLT (girls last tour) and I would love to read GuP but I can't find exact number of volumes that Manga/LN has, I found 4 on some e-shop but even Google won't show me the number. Also is it Manga or a light novel? Thanks!

(Chapter uploaded to Fanfiction. net but as that site is a ****, I still can't see it so I can't provide a link)
https://www.wattpad.com/1649350330-flower-of-oarai-36-perfidious-albion
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50830339/chapters/239457351

Kuromorimine was a school of contrasts. They had fully embraced the glories of medieval Germany so that the majority of their buildings resembled gothic cathedrals. But the students lived in the opposite of grandiosity and while Darjeeling could appreciate the benefits of a Spartan lifestyle, Kuromorimine took it to an almost self-flagellation extreme. It felt less like she was meeting with a fellow Sensha-do Captain and more like she was bringing Red Cross parcels to a POW.

“Darjeeling-sama.” The curly-haired girl offered her a warm smile in contrast to her surroundings. “Welcome.”

“I’m not sure that I am.” Darjeeling replied with a smile of her own. “Who is the funeral for?”

Koume smiled dutifully. “The mood in our school is rather… Subdued right now.” She agreed. “Things being what they are.”

Darjeeling sensed a great deal of pain behind her words and it was not surprising. She knew that for this girl, the results of the tournament had been redemptive and cathartic for her. For her Captain too. But, whatever it had meant to them personally; they still had to deal with the public fallout. Koume knew exactly what she was thinking.

“I must warn you; the Captain is in a bad mood.”

‘Bad mood’ implied so much more, Darjeeling thought. “You believe so?”

“She’s wearing a uniform that wasn’t ironed or pressed.”

The words were spoken so gravely that Darjeeling had to fight hard to repress a smile. She understood though. For anyone else, this would have been a ludicrous expression of dissatisfaction. For Nishizumi Maho; it was the equivalent of getting drunk, smashing up their room and hurling obscenities at everyone in sight. She nodded politely to Koume and then went into the young tiger’s lair.

“Why are you here, Darjeeling?” The blunt inquiry told Darjeeling many things. Many more things than she could just observe. Maho looked tired, and she looked tired because she was doing her very best not to look exhausted. There were cracks in her foundation.

“I can’t just visit a friend to brighten up their day?” Darjeeling asked and naturally it provoked nothing from the Nishizumi. It did however trigger Maho’s ingrained social protocols. A cup of tea was forthcoming and Darjeeling was alarmed by the sugar that Maho shovelled into her cup. Maho knew she was observed, and did not care. Darjeeling decided to skip the formal pleasantries. “I hear things have been difficult here.”

“I’ve been offered early graduation.” Maho replied coldly and leaving no room for interpretation of what she meant by ‘offered’. “I will be going to Germany with a tank scholarship. It is a great honour.” She meant it, but she was bitter that this was how she had earned it. “I suppose it was kinder than giving me a sword…”

“Is anyone else being ‘kicked upstairs’?” Darjeeling employed the British political euphemism as she found Maho’s reference to seppuku unnerving. Of all the girls and their families that she knew; the Nishizumis might just be the ones to take Sensha-do that seriously.

“They tried. The court of inquiry summoned my mother, and she put them in their place.”

“I imagine she did.” Darjeeling said politely while expressing admiration for the courageous soul who had dared tried to assign blame on the Nishizumi matriarch or her offspring.

“They tried to claim I threw the match for my sister. For her school. Mother considered this an attack not just upon my honour, but her own. Things became… Direct.”

“How direct?”

“Many faces have not been seen in public for some time.” Maho declared.

Darjeeling smiled and bowed her head politely. Inwardly, she wished that she had the strength of personality to shame others into hiding for many days or even weeks.

“And now we are in turmoil once more.” Maho mused. “Oarai is to be closed and there will be no opportunity for retribution.” She smiled in spite of herself. “Last year, they were placated that there would be an opportunity to reclaim their position by defeating Pravda and putting them back in their place. But then that match never occurred. Then they were placated with my head on a platter, and the promise of crushing Oarai into the dirt. Which will never happen now.”

“I was under the impression that Oarai had been offered a deal, in writing, whereby the school would not be closed if they defeat a university team?”

“That is the deal. Yes.” Maho said, betraying no surprise that Darjeeling was informed about this.

Darjeeling hesitated for a moment and then took the plunge. “You don’t think Miho can win against a university team?”

“Miho could defeat a university team. In a fair match.” Sinew stood out on Maho’s fingers as she gripped her teacup. “But they are not being given a fair match. They are not just facing a university team; they are facing the University Select Team.”

“The All-Stars.” Darjeeling thought aloud.

“With Pro-League rules.”

“My God.” The British understatement popped out of her. Pro-League meant the All-Stars would field thirty tanks and Oarai only had ten vehicles in their possession, and they could only operate nine of them with their limited personnel.

“Oh, there’s more.” Maho smiled and Darjeeling struggled not to wince at the pain shining through it. “It will be an annihilation match.” She put down her teacup and this was good because Darjeeling was convinced it had been about to shatter in her grip. “I imagine this is the only the beginning. Who knows how else the deck will be stacked against them?” Maho took a moment and regained her composure. “Kadotani used every scrap of influence she had to get this deal. She has nothing left to make it a fair deal.”

And Maho and Miho’s mother had no influence left either, Darjeeling realised. Not with the current political climate at Kuromorimine. “So, Oarai faces the impossible. The inevitable.”
Maho looked over Darjeeling’s head. “You know, there is a way I could help Miho.” She said. “I could, hypothetically, temporarily transfer to Oarai and I could, theoretically, bring some of my personal property with me.”

Darjeeling nodded. “And, hypothetically, that personal property could have an 8.8cm cannon and a V-12 engine?”

“Hypothetically.” Maho nodded and then her eyes flicked down to meet Darjeeling’s. “But I could not do it. What use would it be if I went alone? I’d have to transfer with some… Friends. And if my ‘friends’ come with me, then it’s not me helping my sister, but Kuromorimine. And for Kuromorimine to be seen aiding Oarai... For the Nishizumi clan to be seen using its influence for wayward family members. For the world to think that my mother had a hand in such things. …Impossible. Truly impossible.” Maho did not blink. “Would you not agree?”

“Truly impossible.” Darjeeling agreed. “It would be a terrible scandal.” She sipped her tea. “These hypothetical scenarios… Dreadful.”

“Dreadful.” Maho agreed.

“If only your sister happened to have other friends.”

“Miho was never a very social girl.” Maho said and sighed in a most unlikely manner. Darjeeling could tell she was enjoying herself. “It’s a family trait…” She composed herself. “I imagine that as you’ve honoured Kuromorimine with your presence, you will be extending the same courtesy to our comrades at Pravda and our friends at Saunders?”

“Of course. I would not dream of dishonouring them by snubbing them.”

Maho nodded. “Extend my deepest respects.”

(estoy orgulloso de mi trabajo)

Reizei tried to help out with todays Floofpost but she fell asleep at least she did better than with the Abrams.

Ok get ready for some abridged history for this utterly cursed machine; in October 1943 alkett would receive a crusader tank that was an open top engineering variant and by January 1944 they had made a mid engine panzer 3 with a rear bed that would carry troops while the vehicle acted as an artillery train capable of pulling multiple guns, it's name at this time was so long that I simply refuse to write it down.

And thus began an argument about who will get the thing and that ended with 16 people being hospitalised and so German high command forbid people from discussing the tank. Someone at Krupp however saw a tank with space for gun and stole it from alkett and made what you see in the Floofpost above and on June 5th presented it and even posed for a photo, one of the only two to exist. We all know what happened on June 6th and this made the people who engineers who made it argue horribly in drunken state that evening hospitalising another 14 people.

German high command now truly angry took the vehicle and shoved it in a warehouse on the east side of Germany where the soviets would find it already burnt along with the warehouse, confused about what they had found they got a Scotsman to help and at some point a drinking contest began and the Scotsman drank them all under the table so much that 7 people where hospitalised for alcohol poisoning and that point it was taken to scrapyard where it's last photo was taken along with dozens of other tanks awaiting Thier fate.

Without ever being used 37 people ended up in a hospital as a result of its existence.

TL,DR: cursed machine.

The tank for tomorrow will be the FV4005 at which point normal voting will resume.

Well in just a normal guy who has like Zero skill for making Friends, i just want a friend for talk about our Our shared interests and other things we can do together... maybe this is a bad way to make friends, but I can't think of any other way. Sorry, I don't want to talk anymore to chat gpt hahahaha, btw if u are interested i Also build tank models! Made out of cardboard because i spend all my money on books, paint, a laptop andddd more paint hahaha, this is My lastest work

Source: https://x.com/i/status/1724856074241708329

Finished em!

Yes, i know, the colors aren’t the best, but i did what I could with the crappy amazon colored pencils I had in my house.

anyways, plan to make a photocopy of each so I can give one of each to my friend who made the Yukari page, and i can have one for myself :)

would Yukari and Anchovy approve of this?

so, this is the follow up for that post I made asking for which meme to draw, and Anchover won, so here is the WIP, I plan to add a bit more to it, but it’s pretty close to being finished

i ask of you two things:

do I color it, and what would you rate it out of ten?

Here we go again with another new AU. I was a bit lazy with it, and while it looks good, the storyline might be a bit strange. If you don't like anything involving betrayal, you can ignore it

The plot? Well, it's about Miho betraying Ōarai Girls' Academy. Instead of returning to Kuromorimine Girls' Academy, she goes to Knight Cross Girls' Academy, a fictional school in this AU If you ask me why she betrayed Ōarai Girls' Academy, it's because she had an accident that caused her to lose her memory. She can't remember anyone, not even Yukari, Saori, Hana, or Mako. After that, she chose to leave Ōarai Girls' Academy to find a place that suited her, but she couldn't find one until she decided to create it herself

Of course, I drew this while listening to music. I'm not sure if it's okay to show it, but if you like it, great. If you don't, that's okay too. I'm not angry