Scolopendra ⚛💚 the Timperator of Mankind

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Intrepid aerospace engineer, omninerd, and enemy of the State. Radical gender anarchocommunist (þei/þem) bi shitlord. Atomic green. Anything topologically concave is a sandwich. Creep on my replies to learn what kind of freak I am!

Screenshot of a picture from the infobox of a Wikipedia article. EPIDIDYMAL HYPERTENSION Other names: sexual arousal orchialgia [image of a guy in a grey knit sweatshirt and jeans holding his hands over his stomach in an 'ow tummy hurt :(' posture] The phenomenon manifests itself in the form of mild discomfort around the genitals or in the lower abdomen.
The cover art to /Tactical Neural Implant/ by Front Line Assembly
Battletech map, some stuff is on fire, and there's a lot of 'Mechs labeled "We Are Charlie Kirk", "We REALLY ARE Charlie Kirk", "CHARLIE KIRK CONVENTION", "I'M OUT OF CHARLIE KIRK JOKES", and "maybe their heads just do that". For something different there's a "BAW GAWD HE IS BROKEN IN HALF" in the upper right.
It's everybody's favorite tiger-like space alien with the curly brown hair, fan-like webbed ears, naked black tail, and blue glasses! In this one they're just standing around with three views, as a reference: left side, front, back. They're wearing a midnight blue T-shirt with a roundel on the right shoulder, a gold stripe down the left shoulder, the label "A-K" in gold on their left breast, tucked into midnight blue knee-length shorts with a gold waistband and stripes down the sides. They stand barefoot on digitigrade legs.
Sirenhead saying "sluggo is lit"
Black ink on white paper drawing of a burly androgynous digitgrade anthromorphic tiger person. They have a mane of shoulder-length wavy hair, with their bangs swept to one side, and their stripes are curvy and wrap around each other. They wear a rumply pocket-covered jumpsuit with boots and stand with arms akimbo which, combined with a confident--almost smug--smile, they look the part of the space hero. A name-tape over the patch pocket on their right breast reads KINTAROS.
Digital art made up to look like fabric, showing a mission patch in the shape of a late-Victorian headstone (tall rectangular body capped with an arch). Black bordered and with a charcoal background, it has a two-toned blue galaxy at the bottom from which flies a midnight blue barbed arrowhead on a gold trail. Between the arrowhead and the nucleus of the galaxy lies an old-timey magnifying glass. Three five-pointed white stars lie in the galactic disc, and three four-pointed gold stars are scattered on the background. The arched top bears the white text 2047 and below that sits the label MNEMOLOGIST.
Black ink on white paper drawing of the curvy starship from up-thread as she flies up towards above and to the left of the viewer. She's seen from below, which accentuates her curvy nautical shapes, a combination of curvy fluidity and blocky architecture. Planets behind her give a sense of adventuring to, say it with me, strange new worlds.
Pen drawing, blue ink on graph paper, showing fore/aft, ventral/dorsal, and side views of the Wight-class (Mnemologist subtype) Light Exploration Cruiser. Working off the scale, she is approximately a kilometer long. Showing her configuration in 3X25, she is a sleek, swoopy, vaguely predatory-looking ship with boxy dorsal and ventral superstructure, dorsal and ventral sensor fins amidships, ventral ribbing and amidships segmented blisters. Her fore has a curved, beaklike appearance, and her aft consist of three curvy pods arranged in a triangle that all end in points and are connected together with webs. She does have a prominent battery of turrets, three arranged super-firing on the centerline per lateral quadrant (fore-dorsal, fore-ventral, aft-dorsal, aft-ventral); these are labeled as SHEAR LINEGUN TURRET (12). Relatively small spherical projections on her octants (fore-port-dorsal, for example) are labeled as PARTICLE CANNON EMITTER (42), and strips of linked triangles also roughly on each octant are ERASER ARRAYS (11). Conical projections disguised behind the webs of her aft are NEUTRINO HEAT SINK/DRIVE PROJECTOR CLUSTERS, and other features are the segmented RESEARCH EXPANSION BLISTERS (P/S), BAY DOORS (P/S, so there are four), and a centerline dorsal PROBE VLS. "Small Step" pinnaces, Seeker-class scoutships, and Sphyrnidae-class cutters are shown to scale. The Seeker is about the size of one of her turrets and the Sphyrnidae is about fifty percent longer than that. She is listed as having 1,500 crew (15,000 max capacity); unlimited endurance with in-situ refuel and resourcing, full recycling cycle, and full onboard fabrication; and as being jump-capable. Her embarked complement consists of two Sphyrnidae-class cutters, 24 "Small Step" or "Great Leap" scout pinnaces, 6 "Tonka" cargo lighters, and 15 "Meander" crew gigs.
Shevk Ponval is an extremely lanky, vaguely humanoid reptilian with a wedge-shaped head something like a skink's except with horned growths along his brows (which match similar growths on his knees and elbows). He's standing casually, wearing a jumpsuit with lots of pockets and futuristic paratrooper boots, with one hand in his pocket and the other spread towards the unseen person he's talking to. His long, thin, but tall tail curls behind him. It looks like he's having an important, highly professional conversation going by the caption: "Look, all I'm saying is that flight is a way cooler superpower than, say, super-strength or teleknesis (sic). Don't you wish YOU could fly?"
A comic, electronically drawn, but made to look like black pen and marker. Five panels. Panel 1: Scene is a darkened kitchen. A-K, the tiger-like alien of curly hair, webbed fin-like ears, and glasses, mixes something in a bowl, going tik-tik-tik. The counter has some ingredients on it, and a tray full of squares. More on that later. Panel 2: A-K continues to stir as the ceiling tilts upwards with a creeeeeaaaaaak. All A-K does is glance idly at it. Panel 3: A ludicrously large, thin, foxy snoot--of a scale to which A-K would classify on the larger end of bite-sized--appears, belonging to The Husband as they sniff the tray of squares. "CRACKERS?" The Husband asks, in dramatically large text that covers their hand gripping the top of the cabinets for balance. "Mmmhm," A-K replies off-handedly, still stirring. Panel 4: The Husband laps up the entire tray of crackers with a MLEM. A-K has gone back to the stirring they've never stopped as if this isn't out of the ordinary for them. (It is not.) Panel 5: The Husband leans over and gently kisses A-K on the top of their head with a MWAH and a little heart. A-K smiles broadly and finally stops stirring.
Good ol' Asípani-Kzinresh, the tiger-like alien with the fanned fin-like ears, curly hair, and blue glasses, is not only in masc mode but apparently their gender is "Padishah Emperor of the Known Universe" because they are dressed in this monochrome getup that absolutely FUCKS: 1. black double-breasted uniform where the plastron is held with two rows of pearl buttons, cutting in on the waist, and white insignia on the cuffs, naval style, over 2. black trousers with white bloodstripes, tucked into 3. shiny black leather calf-length riding boots; 4. white gloves 5. a satin black cape with white lining, pearl epaulets, from which hangs a device a bit like a mayoral jewel on a chain over their chest, and the cape's forward shoulders have dragonfly-themed heraldry in silver. They're walking towards the viewer, looking solidly resolute, and a caption has their thoughts on being put into this fit: "Now THIS is more my speed."
Homer, at a payphone--remember those?--wearing a spacesuit with the NASA's old "worm" logo--remember that?--on the shoulder, shouting angrily into the handset--remember those?: "I'm going into space right now!" Bump cut to Marge, sitting at the kitchen table, talking into her *corded*--remember that?--phone, smiling happily: "Oh, I am so proud of you."
A cobbled-together war robot that's only technically a Rifleman with a white-and-red bug like Phoenix Hawk head, a boxy missile-tube-filled Archer left torso done up in orange, black, and blue lozenge-stripes, a Rifleman center and right torso (orange to red fade and dark to light blue fade respectively), a desert tan and brown Warhammer gun tube right arm, and legs with more lozenge-stripes and speckled red on yellow-orange 'boots'. Pretty chaotic, all told.
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Star Trek Online, last played 4 DEC 2023 (and even then not for very long) Play time: 2,074 hours
Little ol leggy trashcan UrbanMech LAM, now with wingalings. All three modes are on display: mech, snubfighter, and hybrid Air-Mech, and all are painted in genderfluid colors: pink, white, purple, black, blue. The Air-Mech is leaping into action on a column of yellow-white flame and smoke. There's a trans flag in the background.
Genderfluid UrbanMech LAM (so, trash can Transformer) in all 3 modes: Mech, stubby plane, and unholy abomination hybrid of the two.
It's Asípani-Kzinresh the tiger-like alien kzin again, with their curly hair, fin/fan-like ears, tufted rat-like tail, and blue glasses. This time they're in full femme mode, wearing a black elastic knee-length dress with elbow-length sleeves, a wide red belt with a large gold ring on the stomach, and a tan leather shoulder holster from which swings a pistol on one side and a magazine pouch on the other. A-K advances towards the viewer with sway to shoulders and hips as they have an M16A1 assault rifle, smoking from the barrel and empty magazine well, propped up on their shoulder and a magazine in their other hand. They've got one eyebrow raised as they smirk with a hint of teeth and their ears are fanned out. Behind them, a line-drawing office tower burns from a blown-out corner, the fire haloing A-K's head. To the side are some more line-drawings of a crashed and flipped car, some uniformed bodies with discarded guns, and a masc A-K kicking another uniformed figure in half. The tagline at the top of the 2:3 aspect ratio movie poster reads "harder than rock... they can't be scratched!" and is followed by the title DIAMOND TIGER, where "tiger" has been struck out with a red proofreader's swoosh and replaced with "kzin" in red cursive. The credits below the carnage read: a TIMPERIAL INFORMATION MINISTRY film starring ASÍPANI-KZINRESH costarring MAGNUS HESCHE featuring KASSIOPEIA MACHER screenplay by THE TIMPERATOR OF MAN produced by KORLITH AL-NATH fonts "Zirconia" and "Wabbit Sans" by ALLISON JAMES, "Tiger" by TOKO LARIS DJAJA directed by MATTHEW J. CROWLEY
Movie poster 2:3 aspect ratio, for a fictional film called DIAMOND TIGER. The font for "diamond" looks appropriately gemstone; the "tiger" font is all stripey and has been lined through and replaced with a cursive "Kzin" as if done with dark red lipstick. A handwritten tagline up top reads "HARDER THAN ROCK... THEY CAN'T BE SCRATCHED!" In the foreground is a blue pencil sketch of none other than good old Asípani-Kzinresh, the tiger-like alien with curly hair, glasses, and fan-like ears. They're walking towards the viewer, wearing a tight pencil dress with a 70s-style ring-and-strap belt under a shoulder holster harness. They've got a M61A1, smoking from the muzzle and the empty magazine well, propped up on their shoulder while they've a magazine in their other hand. So far the credits consist of 'Zirconia font by Chequered Ink' and 'Tiger typeface by Toko Laris Djaja'. A-K is partially painted at this point; most of them are blocked out (black dress, orange and white fur, black shoes, brown skin, blue glasses, brown hair, tan leather holster) but only the head has detailed shading so far. Bits of reference material are scattered through the image: a holster photo and a previous cartoon of A-K.
Movie poster 2:3 aspect ratio, for a fictional film called DIAMOND TIGER. The font for "diamond" looks appropriately gemstone; the "tiger" font is all stripey and has been lined through and replaced with a cursive "Kzin" as if done with dark red lipstick. A handwritten tagline up top reads "HARDER THAN ROCK... THEY CAN'T BE SCRATCHED!" In the foreground is a blue pencil sketch of none other than good old Asípani-Kzinresh, the tiger-like alien with curly hair, glasses, and fan-like ears. They're walking towards the viewer, wearing a tight pencil dress with a 70s-style ring-and-strap belt under a shoulder holster harness. They've got a M61A1, smoking from the muzzle and the empty magazine well, propped up on their shoulder while they've a magazine in their other hand. So far the credits consist of 'Zirconia font by Chequered Ink' and 'Tiger typeface by Toko Laris Djaja'.
DS9 title card with a Regula-type space station and the Defiant overlaid by a bunch of gradient blue text of the first few stanzas of "The Jabberwock" by Lewis Carroll. It gets just to the part with the jub-jub bird before running out of space.
Asípani-Kzinresh is a tiger-like alien with curly hair, ears like fans or fins, and glasses. In this image they're happy and attentive, eyes wide and engaged, eyebrows raised, and their ears are splayed broadly and cupped forward. Their muzzle is curled up slightly in a closed-lipped smile.
Classic mid-80s catgirls the Puma Sisters by Masamune Shirow. Two tanned catgirls with high-mounted ears and big 80s frizzy hair of slightly different colors, one more blonde and the other more redhead. They're dressed like classic mid-80s cyberpunks: shiny black leather unitards with boob windows, spiky pauldrons and vambraces, thigh-high vinyl stockings and work boots. Naturally they're both on impossibly sleek white motorcycles that look like they've got fighter-jet style speed brakes and inset guns, and they wield some serious hand artillery of their own. They also exhibit that ultimate signifier of 1980s anime lostech: feminine noses. Yes, they actually have noses as opposed to their faces just coming to a point in some angles.
Star Trek the Animated Series title card with a painted planet (with oddly sparse craterization) in the background. Foreground, big bold text: SELF-INDULGENT FURRY OC NONSENSE Written by Scolopendra
Prompt: "You are Dong Zhao rebelling against the mandate of heaven at the twilight of the Han" AI summary: "A shadow stretches across the Central Plans. The Mandate of Heaven is a flickering candle in the wind, and I, Dong Zhao, see the rot of the House of Liu for what it is" etc etc
A view, rendered in black pen, off the port-bow of one of these things, showing a relatively sleek but simple low-canard high-nacelle ship labeled "Oxygastra". It is strapped to a packframe being worn by a digitigrade tiger-like alien with a curly mane and fin-like ears, wearing a jumpsuit and glasses. People who've seen my other work might recognize this character as A-K. Given that the previous plans suggested the cutter to be around 70 meters long, A-K is probably 80-90 meters tall as pictured. A-K holds one small ship in their left hand and is reaching for another smoking one with their right; these little curvy ships are clearly "Small Step" scout pinnaces. The scene is haloed by a broken circle in the background, like a split planet.
Three-view floorplan drawn in blue pen, depicting a hammerhead craft with wide, flange-like nacelles aft and a squarish fuselage forward. The main deck, Deck 1, has the flight deck, single occupancy cabins, a "sea cabin" that just includes a fold-out desk, a lounge, a science lab, a medbay, engineering (including "mixers' and an "error tank") and the two nacelles, each with large machinery, propulsion, power, and radiator spaces straddling a centerline cargo bay. Deck 2, the lower deck, includes avionics, the primary airlock, a triage bay, storage, a fabrication shop, additional machinery spaces and a second story of mixer tanks, 2-occupant cabins and 4-occupant capsule accommodations. The cargo bay floor is there, and it reveals that the "hammerhead" canards are filled with sensor equipment. The side view to the left shows the 90° elevation arc of a 10m-long linegun mounted dorsally and the landing gear system: 2 forward, 2 amidships, 2 aft. The split fire/aft view at the bottom shows the usual Scolopendran eraser emitter hexagons with dorsal and ventral coverage, emphasizing fire over aft, and summarizes the ship's capabilities and size compared to human and kzinti figures. The summary reads: RN-200 cutter, Sphyrnidae-class /E "Scoophead" subtype 3-10 crew, 40 max. capacity Unlimited endurance (in situation, recyc) Jump Calable
It's the BBC breaking news bumper: red-and-white globe over a white background, red foreground stripe, but the original all-caps "BREAKING NEWS" is now a lowercase "oh fuck what now"
A-K: a kzin (tiger-like alien) with orange fur with black stripes, white muzzle and front of the neck, curly dark brown mullet-like mane, fan-like webbed ears, folding their arms. They wear a midnight blue shirt and have four fingers per hand. There's a BLR-1G BattleMaster standing next to them, about the same size, don't worry about that.
In the style of the "HE-MAN AND THE MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE" title card, "KATHERINE STEINER AND THE NO GOOD VERY BAD TERRIBLE CLAN SPAWNLING" with the bottom line "ewww incest by proxy'
Pirate Deto doing the "woe be upon ye" pose but now she's throwing chainshot
It's an Arwing, keeping pretty much the same geometry it's always had but adding... I can't even really call it "detail". Greebles, at best.
Another cracked out 1950s article illustration where a manned lenticular fighter has clearly bisected what's supposed to be a Tu-95 strategic bomber
Some article from the 1950s with a delta-winged USAF fighter buzz-sawing through a Soviet bomber
Disco Elysium thought cabinet screenshot: "The Kingdom of Conscience will be exactly as it is now. Moralists don't really *have* beliefs. Sometimes they stumble on one, like on a child's toy left on the carpet. The toy must be put away immediately. And the child reprimanded. Centrism isn't change -- not even incremental change. It is *control*. Over yourself and the world. Exercise it. Look up at the sky, at the dark shapes of Coalition airships hanging there. Ask yourself: is there something sinister in moralism? And then answer: no. God is in his heaven. Everything is normal on Earth."
An ad-style picture of a juicy burger, with a Burger King-style logo reading "BATTLETECH" with the tagline "A game of armored combat" in that throwback 1970s font Burger King uses these days.
Behold, it's me, kinda clocky transfemme in an auburn wig that frames the face, a bright red jacket with a double-breasted fold over zip and an old-school hunting flap on it, black trousers, black wedge heels, and an arming sword. I'm standing with left fist on my hip and my right hand on the pommel of my sword, which is standing on its point by my foot. The background is the teeny little front entryway of my apartment. There's a DOOM "Rip and Tear" banner in Animal Crossing style where Doomguy and Isabelle are going on adventures together.
U-HAUL trucks labeled UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HOI:TNO LeMay succession letter.
On the right, Zed from /Zardoz/ as a Mechwarrior with a big laser pistol, black thigh high boots, a gray old-style trashcan neurohelmet, red skivvies, a red bandolier, and black thigh-high boots. On the left, a Cyclops assault BattleMech painted the same way, with silver standing in for flesh. It even apes Sean Connery's hair at the time, with a black cowl, ponytail over one shoulder, and a mustache over its green cockpit lens. It has "EVIL" painted over its crotch. There's also a tiny 6mm Zed Mechwarrior between the Cyclops' thigh-high boots.
A Crusader painted up as an Armored Valkyrie, cel shaded in white, red, and grey. It's jumping and looks mean.
Blue fountain-pen drawing of a blocky aerohead-shaped craft flying through the crowds. It's all sharp angles except for the cockpit canopy, the rounded edges of the airlock door, and the drive nubbins on the back. Large panels like phased arrays sit immediately forward and outboard of the nubbins. This one carries the name "Whiskerbearer" in cursive immediately below the edge of the canopy, decorated with swoops and stars.
Deck plans of a roughly 42 meter long arrowhead-shaped craft with two decks and a mid-deck. The upper deck has crew spaces and access to the mid-deck lounge and, from there, the cockpit; the lower deck is also accessible to the mid-deck lounge and has storage, a medbay, and a science lab. The aft third of the ship is a centerline cargo bay and port/starboard propulsion spaces (all two decks tall); the mid third contains the crew spaces and labs, and the front third holds the lounge and cockpit. It is labeled as a SH-A41/T "Traveller" subtype.
It's an Awesome, all blocky and guns, transitioning from orange on top through yellow back to orange and red towards the feet, with purple leopard spots throughout. It looks like one of the more abstract Lisa Frank Trapper Keepers from the 1990s.
panel from Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff webcomic, the shittiest MS Paint comic to grace the 2000s Internet. A pale man in a blue shirt with blond hair, all crudely drawn, announces in badly JPEG-artifacted font poorly placed on a neon-colored box: I WARNED YOU ABOUT STAIRS BRO!!!! I TOLD YOU DOG!
Old Soviet poster for the film Battleship Potemkin; IYKYK
A Discord screenshot showing an anime screenshot of some blond guy holding a big red-ball sucker like a cigarette. I replied with "Suckers are definitely an option but I like the dragon-nostril aesthetic. Wait, suckers that dissolve into a mist that you can do the thing with."
A boxy green oldschool BLR-1G BattleMaster (so a Soltic Bigfoot from Dougram) mini with yellow trim pointing commandingly.
Mad Men screenshot meme where some dapper-dressed man in a wood-paneled room is captioned "I don't think about you at all". I don't know what character it is; I didn't watch the show.
A copy of Gladstone's /The Effects of Nuclear Weapons/ (1977) in my hand. This particular paperback edition has a red-on-black mask of mushroom clouds rising over a devastated city, both composited from photographs, with a diagram superimposed in white showing the expansion of a shock wave over time and its reflection off the ground for an airburst.
Image resembling the title of the old Traveller Little Black Books, except that the branding stripe is a long trans flag and the usual red Optima Medium "Traveller" now reads TRANSGENDER.
da share z0ne meme of a running skeleton JUST WALK OUT you can leave!!! work social thing movies home class dentist clothes shoppi [sic] too fancy weed store cops if your [sic] quick friend ships IF IT SUCKS... HIT DA BRICKS!! real winners quit
Classic meme where a Black girl labeled "Apollo" prepares to throw a dodgeball labeled "the gift of prophesy" at a group of girls labeled "random internet users just trying to be comedic"
Blue ink drawing with pencil sketch lines still visible. View from off the starboard bow high of a "blunt spear" shuttlecraft resembling a stubby lifting body lacking wings and having various blade antennae and a dorsal blister sticking out. A door on the side hinges down to make air stairs and two space-suited figures wander about on the grass. The ship has "JUDGMENTABLE QUESTION" written on the side, with a question mark and a thinking emoji as nose art.