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MV-18 Manta Viper is a single-seat, single engine light multirole fighter designed for close air support and ground attack. The main design is to create a small visual frame with high manoeuvrability. The wing would be foldable to cater more space within the hangar.
This is my build for Rogue Olympics 2021 Round 4* roguebricks.de/forum/index.php?thread/2979-rogueolympics-... this week theme is "Magicale".
The portal of beauty is located in the magical forests, right next to the lavender fields of the Kingdom of Secrets. The fairies Kireina and Utsukushisa manage and guard this portal
*In each round builders must use maximum of 101 parts to make their creations. 98 parts were used for this MOC and I was able to include 6 minifigures. Еnjoy it.
Instructions availabe on Rebrickable
What happens when you shove a massive engine into the bed of a tiny Kei Truck and strap on a pair of nitrous oxide tanks? This.
Scandinavian Sea House MOC is a small - but functional - house by the sea. It is shaped like an L and located somewhere in the Swedish archipelago. Downstairs you find a small TV-room and kitchen next to a guest room and a laundry room. A storage space is hidden underneath the staircase, that leads up to the master bedroom. And now we come to the best part - the home spa! Here you find a Turkish bath and resting chairs in a peaceful environment with a panorama sea view. Double glass doors lead to the roof terrace outside.
At the end of my Europe trip, I was in Köln (Cologne) and spotted this early AFOL with his MOC, above the cathedral entrance. I'd guess he was mainly a castle builder. (Although if you turned that MOC sideways, it might be swoosh-able.)
Hidden Home Park is an underground modern, sustainable home hidden in a green park. Trees, bushes and flowers. A roof and an atrium garden. Kitchen garden with herbs. Three patios with lots of windows. Two ponds and a bench where you can meditate. Two bee hives symbolize the symbiosis of animals, plants and humans.
The build was my entry to the Swebrick contest Master Builder of the Year 2017 ending on March 1st 2018. It ended up on third place.
I call you all here to this meeting because we all belong to the lower classes of the alliance, we forestmen are willing to follow the king in his war against the barbarians but we have to be wary and on our watch, we must do so only because the barbarians are worse than the king, the king stands for some kind of order and law, we don´t always agree with that law, but at the very least it is law and not just the survival of the fittest as is so highly favored by the barbarians side and in the areas under their control...
But we must never forget that we are at the bottom of this society and have to carry on fighting for our rights, but as far as possible by peaceful means as long as this war is ongoing, but we are not the kings pawns, we are free peasants fighting with the king against the lawless barbarians!
Three cheers for the alliance!
Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!
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This MOC is my take on a lifted heavy duty pickup truck inspired by the American workhorse style.
I spent quite a bit of time experimenting with the suspension and proportions to get the stance just right. Seeing the truck finally sit tall on its working suspension made the whole process feel worth it.
MORSEN TENEBRISIA, THE GOLDEN DARKNESS, THE FEATHERED SHADOW, THE HERALD OF THE END, HOLY MOTHER OF ENTROPY, THE LAST ECLIPSE.
(Summer Showdown series, Pt. 6)
This is my sixth entry into the #haonsummershowdown2 contest being run by @haon.brx over on Instagram. The theme for this week was "eclipse." As with my last six-week contest, I elected to interconnect my characters into a tale of adventure and triumph! For this batch of characters, I wanted to make sure they were a colorful cast, as well as fun and whimsical, as summer should be. This week's entry is the notable exception, evidently. While this was definitely meant to be a more serious and menacing character for the grand antagonist reveal, I still wanted to add a touch of color that would otherwise be unexpected for the theme. I leaned heavily into the concept of the paradox of an eclipse—light ringing shadow, moments that feel eternal, etc.—and decided to try and incorporate my own paradox: invisible light made visible to the human eye, only at the time of the eclipse, when all is possible. As such, I elected to pull in some "ultraviolet" light into this figure. The character for this week is the Herald of the End.
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She was naught but a whisper of the entropy that awaited all things, birthed in the time before light and shadow, from the very essence of the end. Legends of her foreboding glare haunted folks the way scary stories haunted children. It was said that once, every solar eclipse, she would appear to a random individual who was completely alone, and she would wave her cruel and terrible scythe, threshing their soul from this world, leaving behind their mortal chaff, hollowed and empty. While no one ever placed much stock in the myths, she had been there for millenia, reminding the world of the looming nothingness that awaited them all, death by death, soul by soul.
With each soul she harvested, her great golden wings grew another feather—another macabre, though darkly resplendent reminder of all that would be lost. With each feather she gained, she felt the weight of her duty grow heavier and heavier. That golden mask of her visage grew more hollow, and her great helm grew more burdensome atop her form. She was a force of nature, an entity which predated most laws of the universe, and yet, mortals had exacted a toll on her as she had on them. Not all souls she'd harvested were truly alone, and their memories stung her essence like the barbs of doubt as she drank of their very being. Memories of times they had more: more friends around, more laughter, more loved ones, more hope—more dreams. It was altogether foreign to her, and yet intoxicating.
Like the draw of sharpened steel to one's guilty flesh, she called to mind the memories of those lost souls between eclipses, and enveloped herself in them. She'd wrapped herself up in those great golden wings, each feather a glinting reminder of the end, and began to dream her own dream. Centuries passed, as she dreamed in that unmoving, unseeing state. She'd drifted about in the cosmos, looking like little more than a chunk of gold meandering its way through the darkness. And in that umbral dream of hers, she saw, too, her own end.
I'm a huge fan of Shannon Sproule and this is my version(attempt) at his "Gand Heavy Transport". Not exactly the same, but all credit goes to him. If you aren't following him, you should be.
His page:
www.flickr.com/photos/10104652@N06/
Gand Heavy Transport:
www.flickr.com/photos/10104652@N06/28919034317/in/faves-1...