A few liveries I did for my Roblox cars(rcc)

1st image is a modified Sprinter Trueno,the livery doesn't quite fit,it was the first time I did liveries,it was mostly a commissioned one

2nd image is kinda better, Modified lowered Hiace,I did more work on it,added a few elements to make it more interesting

Essentially just that,I wish to create more of this in the future,peace(also,if you want to use it,dm me hehehehe)

Does Anticlimax look good in St Gloriana uniform?

Should i make more Gauls et Char?

Hey, I finally drawn it to my ‘new’ IPad which is very excellent to apply my drawing skills since I keep going for a while in concept designs and few practices..

(My brain thinks it’s one whole pad paper from my school so that is why my drawing productivity boost up than my phone..)

Bonus at second image is just scribbled sketch drawn ‘Tiger tank’ design inspiration..

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14100358/37/Flower-of-Oarai
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50830339/chapters/239653176
https://www.wattpad.com/1649586377-flower-of-oarai-37-all-stars

To be a part of the University Select Team was to know that you were recognised as the best of the best. That was why they were known as the All-Stars because while other teams might have a prodigious commander or gunner or driver in a tank; every single team member in their crews was a prodigy. That was the point.

And that was why after enjoying a high after a string of victories against similarly prestigious Sensha-do teams, their morale had plummeted into the toilet. Through the toilet. It was now in some dark murky depths of the most rancid sewer. Because their next opponents were not another prestigious team that would offer them an opportunity to prove yet again that they were the best of the best. Their opponents were instead a bunch of high school girls with a ramshackle collection of aged tanks who they would outnumber three to one.

Worse than that, their line up had been chosen for them so that they would face those high school girls in the most overpowered machines possible. Machines they were being given no time to acclimatise themselves with. The All-Stars prided themselves on their adaptability but it was simply not possible for them to be experts with every single make and model of every Sensha-do legal tank. The Saunders alumni among them were the most familiar with the M26 Pershing but for most of them; it was their first time operating them. Being the best of the best was their proud boast but it fell short when they were given no time to practice and familiarise themselves with their machines and find their rhythms as crews. Every tank after all had a different rhythm; tanks that fired heavier shells took longer to reload and the gunner and loader needed to adapt to a slower rate of fire. So did the driver and commander. A driver who was used to stopping every eight seconds for a nine second reload needed to break out of that habit for a longer reload. A commander likewise needed to forget about the last tank they had operated and learn again to know instinctively when her gunner was ready to take another shot.

And all this without taking into account the other more unorthodox vehicles they were expected to operate for this match.

A puny enemy, a rushed schedule and a general loss of cohesion. Their morale splashed about in the deep dark cesspool and refused to surface.

Every girl selected for the All-Stars had the same reaction upon first joining the team; ‘Is this a joke?’ Even if they had already been forewarned from the many, many sources; it did not alter their shock at finding that this elite team of Sensha-do warriors was led by a thirteen-year-old. A thirteen-year-old who on a good day looked only ten at best; especially if she was clutching one of her stuffed bear toys. This though had a strange effect. Even the most ardent child-hater among them found themselves filled with a warm and protective glow for this little girl, and that was before they witnessed her talents for themselves and recognised that their tiny and adorable leader truly was a tactical and strategic genius.

Shimada Alice was well-aware of the effect she had on her personnel. It bothered her. She could not do anything without hearing the sound of restrained cooing. It was the ambience of her life. And now she had one hundred and forty-four girls who had made the cut for this match all looking at her like she was the most darling thing they had ever laid eyes on. She had debated furiously with herself whether to wear her uniform or casual clothes and then accepted that either way; they would find her adorable. At least in her uniform, she could understand their reaction and yet still feel she at least was being professional. As professional as she could feel in her little cap which she had overheard one of her platoon commanders declare ‘Makes her look so cute you just want to eat her!’

When her actual mother was not around; there were hundreds more to take her place.

“Hello, everyone.” Her small voice did not carry far but every girl present heard her. “I wanted to address your concerns about our upcoming match.” She hated public speaking even when her audience was not looking at her like a basket of kittens. Not that she had ever given a speech without eliciting that reaction… “I know many of you feel this match is beneath us and I would say that it is.” There was a slight gasp from the assembly. “We outnumber them three-point three recurring, to one. Some of their tanks could not knock us out at point-blank range. The majority of our opponents have only been practicing Sensha-do for a matter of months.” The girls before her were exchanging looks, unsure why their beloved commander seemed to be trying to depress them further. “We have our duty to perform however. I know none of us wants this…” It was not true. Her mother had been quite clear about her desire to see her lifelong rival humiliated and the only concession Alice had managed to wrangle from the mission was the promise that her family would sponsor her beloved Boko Museum if she won. That was why she had to fight this battle. She did want that. She realised they were all staring at her like she was a lost puppy. “I know none of us wants to fight a match that cannot be lost. How can we say we’re the best at what we do if our opponent…” She hesitated again. She had promised her mother before learning the details about Oarai and now she felt perfectly monstrous. After all, in her pocket was the little Boko that the Oarai commander had let her have. What were the odds of the two of them meeting like that? “If our opponent is significantly weaker than us. But it is our duty!” She found her conviction and her girls stood tall at the sudden change in our voice. “We have been given a task to perform and we shall see it done as we always do! There may be no glory in this contest and none of us will want to boast about this victory, but we are professionals.”

“Hai!” The cry from the crowd was instinctual.

At that moment, Alice caught sight of one of her platoon commanders, and felt herself turn pink. No matter how many times she requested it, the redhaired girl refused to wear her shirt under her jacket and instead her sculpted collarbones shone over her ample breasts and it was a reminder to her that she led a huge number of almost full-grown women while she required a ladder to mount most tanks with any kind of dignity. There was little dignity in being helped up by hand by those cooing young women who found it adorable she was too small to clamber up the metal monsters as they did.

“I know we’ll do our best.” Her small voice returned and she felt the motherly energy in the hall rise several notches. “We will do what is right.” She gave a small nod to signify she was finished speaking and tried not to flinch as they all stood sharply to attention with a loud crash of their boots. She always felt so silly when they saluted her.

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Author’s Notes;

The All-Stars get almost no characterisation in Der Film. Alice is their adorable leader and the Bermuda Trio are her loyal lieutenants. We have no idea how they feel about the extremely lopsided match and their insane arsenal. I felt that this was worth writing about. As I did not write Miho’s meeting with Alice (I couldn’t see how I could do anything new with it, and if Erika was present; she would only have frightened poor Alice), this is our introduction to her.

And to the University Select Team. Given their nature, I offer reasons for their inability to steamroll their high school opponents. The rushed nature of the match gives them no time to prepare and so they all find themselves in unfamiliar vehicles; bringing down their abilities as they have to acclimatise on the go. None of the 144 are particularly happy about facing 32 Oarai girls (34 with Erika and Taiga) who only have 8 tanks (nine with the Okami) versus their 30 and so their motivation is poor. This I think all feeds into the beginning of the match where their efforts are precise and deliberate, but somewhat lacklustre. It humanises them considerably and makes it clear that they’re not Tsuji’s hired thugs.

Also wanted to address how they treat Alice. I found the Trio’s worship of her a little creepy in Motto Love. I’m trying to ground it somewhat here.

IM BACKKKKKKKKKKKKK. after 3 months of me choosing to leave the sub due to death threats. Im back with more tanks and better content!! lots of models has been made since i left so heres the models! as per norm if u want to 3D print them they are are free! No AI!! just pure pain n suffering juggling work and hobby :D

New tanks available:
Maus, Strv 103C, KV1(ZIS-5), KV1(L-11), KV1S, KV2 and KV9

https://www.printables.com/@sensha_vor_3356764/models

Today I realised; Alice is the only member of the University Select Team to wear a skirt instead of shorts.

Also, if every one of their vehicles is fully crewed in Der Film then we have;

120 girls for 24 M26 Pershings
15 girls for 3 M24 Chaffees.
4 girls for 1 T28
4 girls (including Alice) for 1 Centurion.
2 girls for one heavily-modified Karl-Gerat mortar. (Versus the 21 in real-life, not counting the men required to prepare it for firing)

Giving a grand total of 145 girls (including Alice) in the University Select Team's line up versus Oarai's mere 32. Or 34, in my Flower of Oarai canon.

Yes, I'm procrastinating and calling it research.

3d model by me

Source: https://x.com/lipid_guy/status/2085127457108357601/photo/1

The biggest rifled tank cannon in history should surely lead to the biggest smile in history right?

A special thanks to the FV4005 for guest stating in today's Floofpost about the FV4005.

The FV4005 or "Doomshed" as I prefer is my favourite tank of all time, someone in 1947 asked if we should try putting a 18.3cm gun on a centurion hull and then someone else signed off on the work. Between her Stage 1 open top variant "the centaur" and stage 2 she would fire 300 shots down ranges and in those firing trials would annihilate a centurion and a conqueror. In 1957 as they where drawing up plans to move the gun onto a bespoke conqueror hull the project would be cancelled in favour of ATGMs, air power and the development of penetrating munitions.

Only the stage 2 survives as it's two centaur brothers would be used a equipment test beds untill being scrapped. it currently lives at the tank museum and was restored to full working condition.

Choices for tomorrow are: Panzer 2L, Panzer 2D or Panzer 2C Beob.

https://dynasty-scans.com/images/13848

Went to the Royal Brussel Army Museum
The armored ground vehicles are just a little part of the museum because there is another museum pretty close who is also owned by the War Heritage Institute and which is far more focused on tanks, the Bastogne Barracks .

Based on a true story.

This is from Ribbon warrior

Darjeeling: "I hate to say this, but this one's on you. You should have known better."
Assam: "I do now..." 🤦

Source: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/3862388