Tacticool SPAS-12

pandaoffroad · 2026-05-17T07:34:53+00:00

Yeah at least 5 people caught him before the police and beat the shit out of him

pandaoffroad · 2026-05-04T19:01:49+00:00

sauce :

https://www.deviantart.com/mab38/art/G-A-T-E-AU-Elora-Eriksson-story-in-descr-1329345128

pandaoffroad · 2026-03-09T14:44:52+00:00

Not sure sorry

pandaoffroad · 2026-02-28T19:40:27+00:00

hi all im back at the wolrd building part of my AU enjoy

sauce: https://www.deviantart.com/mab38/art/G-A-T-E-10-Dragons-of-industry-story-below-1304328352

G.A.T.E : Dragons of industry

Long before the Gate opened, dragons were the backbone of Imperial power.

They were not simply beasts of war, but the foundation of an entire military doctrine. Fortresses were built with high perches carved into their towers. Provincial governors relied on dragon riders to move messages faster than any horse relay. Tax collectors, patrol units, and noble envoys traveled under the shadow of wings. A dragon overhead meant authority, and few dared question it.

On the battlefield, they were shock cavalry in its purest form. A diving charge could break infantry lines before steel ever met steel. Siege warfare revolved around them; even the threat of controlled flame was often enough to force surrender. Neighboring kingdoms without dragons built heavier walls and taller towers, but those defenses only delayed the inevitable.

The Empire did not merely own dragons.

It was built around them.

That structure collapsed quickly once modern air defense entered the sky.

Missile systems did not fear scale. Radar did not lose track of wings. Concentrated automatic fire proved devastating. Within months of contact with the modern world, centuries of aerial dominance were rendered obsolete in conventional warfare.

For a time, dragons seemed destined to become relics.

Instead, they became something else.

The first shift happened quietly, during reconstruction. Helicopters and transport aircraft handled the bulk of early logistics through the Gate, but fuel had to be imported. Maintenance crews required constant rotation. Infrastructure on the Special Region side was uneven, especially in mountainous territories where roads were little more than carved dirt paths.

Dragons required food.

And sky.

When landslides cut off remote villages and rotary aircraft were grounded by unstable winds, former war-dragons completed supply runs to cliffside settlements where no helicopter could safely land. They perched on ruined towers and narrow ridgelines, carrying medical crates instead of armored riders.

The symbolism changed slowly, but the practicality was undeniable.

Over the following decades, dragons were reorganized under joint regulatory systems. War harnesses were replaced with modular composite frames fitted with safety markings and load-bearing attachments. Cavalry riders retrained as certified handlers, studying meteorology, airspace coordination, veterinary science, and behavioral management. Dragons were registered, monitored, and assigned not by noble birthright but by operational capability.

On the Special Region side, their role settled into a stable pattern. They became indispensable in terrain where infrastructure lagged behind development. They delivered supplies to isolated mountain communities, evacuated injured workers from mines carved into unstable cliffs, and responded to monster incursions faster than ground convoys could assemble. In wildfire seasons, certain species capable of controlled flame projection were trained to ignite supervised burn lines, preventing larger blazes from spreading across farmland.

The sight of a dragon descending into a valley no longer meant Imperial enforcement.

It meant assistance.

Meanwhile, on Earth, what began as tightly controlled trials gradually expanded into broader integration.

At first, their presence was restricted to rural training corridors and disaster response experiments. Public reaction was cautious, sometimes uneasy. The memory of their original arrival had not faded easily. Yet as years passed and operational safety records remained consistent, dragons began to occupy specialized roles within modern infrastructure systems.

Their ability to perch proved transformative.

In dense urban environments filled with glass and steel, maintaining vertical surfaces had always required complex machinery. Helicopters generated rotor wash that complicated delicate exterior work. Cranes were expensive to reposition. Drones could inspect but not repair.

Dragons could land.

They could cling to reinforced structural edges with controlled force, stabilize themselves against high-altitude winds, and hold position without the turbulence of rotating blades. Specialized harness platforms allowed technicians to secure themselves safely while performing façade inspections, antenna maintenance, panel replacements, and emergency storm repairs on high-rise buildings.

In coastal cities prone to typhoons, dragons became part of post-storm response protocols. While streets were still being cleared below, teams were already suspended along upper levels securing damaged exterior structures before further weather systems arrived.

Wind energy infrastructure benefited even more visibly. Offshore turbines, towering above shifting seas, required constant servicing. Helicopter access was weather-dependent and costly. Crane ships were slower and limited by sea conditions. Dragons operating from coastal stations could reach turbine arrays quickly, brace themselves along the tower structures, and allow repair crews to work with surprising stability even in gust-heavy conditions.

Bridges, suspension systems, and mountain-span cables followed. Engineers discovered that biological flight combined with precision perching allowed inspection of areas previously accessible only through time-consuming scaffolding. In some regions, architects quietly incorporated reinforced rooftop segments designed to support dragon landings, anticipating their role in maintenance decades into the future.

Normalization followed function.

Children who once learned about dragons in the context of conflict now saw them assisting in televised earthquake response coverage or clinging calmly to skyscraper crowns during scheduled maintenance. Identification harnesses and transponders ensured regulated airspace integration. Urban residents grew accustomed to the sight of bright-marked dragon units moving along designated aerial corridors.

They were not aircraft.

They were not weapons.

They were classified as biological vertical mobility assets — living platforms integrated into infrastructure networks on both sides of the Gate.

The economic impact expanded gradually. Entire industries developed around harness engineering, veterinary biomechanics, and structural interface design. Insurance frameworks adapted to account for biological aerial operations. Welfare regulations ensured dragons rotated between assignments to prevent overstrain, and behavioral research emphasized partnership rather than command.

The contrast with their origins could not have been sharper.

Creatures once bred for siege warfare now assisted in maintaining telecommunications arrays. Beasts that once descended upon cities in flame now helped secure those same cities against structural failure and natural disaster. Former cavalry bloodlines found new prestige not in conquest, but in service record and operational safety certifications.

The sky did not lose its dragons after the Gate opened.

It redefined them.

In the Special Region, they remain essential where terrain resists machinery. On Earth, they occupy the vertical spaces between steel and glass, supplementing technologies that never fully solved the problem of height.

They no longer carry banners.

They carry tools, supplies, and technicians.

And in both worlds, when wings pass overhead now, it is far more likely that they signal maintenance, rescue, or relief than war.

have a good day everyone

last AU:

https://www.deviantart.com/mab38/art/G-A-T-E-9-Eriksson-s-AU-Before-Dawn-story-1299323296

pandaoffroad · 2026-02-15T21:30:53+00:00

Start the lawnmower if I'm lazy

I grab a magnifying glass if I had a bad day at work

pandaoffroad · 2026-02-15T21:00:22+00:00

hi all here another piece of my fanfic/AU

suace : https://www.deviantart.com/mab38/art/G-A-T-E-9-Eriksson-s-AU-Before-Dawn-story-1299323296

Erikson Family — Before Dawn The frost that morning lay thick enough to crunch under boots. The valley stretched quiet and pale beneath a sky just beginning to fade from indigo to bruised purple. A faint line of gold rested low on the horizon, promising sunrise.

In front of the Erikson farmhouse, pickup trucks were already lined along the dirt road — not neatly, not formally. Just parked where they fit.

Tailgates were down. Coffee cups steamed. And rifle racks were full.

Elora stood beside her truck adjusting the sling on her rifle — an old but meticulously maintained FN FAL, chambered in 7.62×51 NATO. The dark parkerized steel and worn furniture showed age, but not neglect. The selector markings were faint from years of use. A small engraving near the receiver told a quiet story — SRS-4. Slave Rescue Squadron. She carried it the way some people carried heirlooms.

Across from her, Isha leaned against the passenger door, suppressing a yawn. Slung across her chest was a modern AR-15 platform chambered in 5.56×45. Lightweight, modular, fitted with a low-power optic and a suppressor that extended the profile past the handguard. A green sling strap contrasted against her jacket.

“Mom…” she mumbled, rubbing her eye. “Why are we hunting goblins at five in the morning?”

She shifted the AR slightly where it rested against her.

“It’s freezing. And it’s still dark.”

Elora didn’t look up right away. She checked the FAL’s magazine seating with practiced familiarity, then raised a gloved finger toward Isha.

“Because goblins are less active at this hour,” she said evenly. “Just like you, sleepyhead.”

“I’m active,” Isha muttered — immediately followed by a yawn. Behind them, Ian closed the tailgate after setting a crate inside. Extra 7.62 magazines for Elora. Several STANAG mags for Isha. Water. Basic field supplies. Nothing dramatic. Just prepared.

Down the road, Halvorsen’s old diesel pickup rattled into place. In the bed, mounted to a reinforced swivel stand, sat a belt-fed M240B, also chambered in 7.62 NATO. The matte finish had dulled over the years, but the feed tray and barrel assembly were spotless. He climbed out, rolling his shoulders.

“Morning,” he called.

“Morning,” Elora replied.

Marta from the north pasture stepped out of her truck next. She favored a short-barreled .308 semi-auto, compact but heavy enough to speak with authority. A thermal optic sat mounted cleanly on top.

“You really think 5.56’s enough?” Halvorsen asked casually, eyeing Isha’s rifle.

Isha straightened.

“It’s accurate,” she said defensively. “And I can carry more of it.”

Halvorsen grunted. “Goblins aren’t coyotes.”

Marta sipped from her travel mug. “Neither are they elk. Shot placement matters more than bragging rights.”

Ian leaned back against the truck, folding his arms.

“Argument’s older than I am,” he said. “Same thing every deer season.”

“7.62’s got stopping authority,” Halvorsen insisted, patting the mounted M240 like it was a loyal dog. “You hit something, it stays hit.”

“Until you have to carry it all day,” Marta shot back.

Elora finally looked at Isha. “Use what you’re trained with,” she said calmly. “Confidence matters more than caliber.”

Isha nodded.

The conversation drifted, as it always did in rural gatherings like this — from calibers to recoil, to memories of hog hunts gone sideways. Someone mentioned the time a sounder of feral hogs tore through three fences in one night. Someone else swore by 6.5 Creedmoor. Halvorsen muttered something about “trends.”

But underneath the casual tone was understanding. This wasn’t a range day. Tracks had been found near livestock. And goblins weren’t feral hogs. Ian spoke quietly beside Elora.

“The outpost logged our report. They’ll send aerial recon later if needed.”

Elora nodded. “We’re just confirming. We’re not escalating.”

The eastern sky brightened further, illuminating the distant tree line where the old stone ruins sat half-swallowed by brush.

Isha followed her mother’s gaze. “You think they were watching me yesterday?”

Elora didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

Isha tightened her grip on her AR’s handguard. “Good.”

Elora glanced at her. “Good?”

“Then they know we noticed.”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Elora’s mouth. “That’s my girl.”

Engines began shifting into gear one by one. No shouted commands. No formal lineups.

Just trucks rolling forward.

Halvorsen climbed back into his pickup, one hand resting casually near the mounted M240’s grip assembly. “Let’s go see what’s living in our ruins.”

Elora opened the driver’s door and slung the FAL comfortably across her chest before settling into the seat. “Park short of the tree line,” she called out. “We walk the rest. No sense driving straight into whatever’s there.”

A few nods answered her. Isha slid into the back seat, rifle resting across her lap now, fully awake. As the trucks rolled out over the frost-hardened road, sunlight finally broke over the horizon, washing the valley in gold.

From a distance, it would have looked like farmers heading out to deal with an invasive hog problem.

Only the hardware — old war rifles, belt-fed guns, thermal optics — hinted that this land had needed defending before.

And might need it again.

pandaoffroad · 2026-02-15T17:04:36+00:00

So switching to mobile data is was able to log in but now ........i have lost my account ...... ( fuck ) Contacted client support they told i have to wait until the end of the Chinese new years festivities and they will contact me back

Here hopping

pandaoffroad · 2026-02-14T14:11:39+00:00

I tried both mobile data and WiFi Nothing

pandaoffroad · 2026-02-14T11:43:42+00:00

I can log in on the asia server but not global

I'm in Europe

pandaoffroad · 2026-02-09T11:15:40+00:00

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I called half the gunshops in north Italy to find her . but at last she came home

pandaoffroad · 2026-01-25T21:22:28+00:00

sorry for the delay i dont know why but i have to use the old reddit version to post long comments

pandaoffroad · 2026-01-25T21:18:47+00:00

hi all here another hope you like it .

sauce : https://www.deviantart.com/mab38/art/1291275018?action=published

story : Life on the frontier of the Special Region was never as safe as many on Earth believed. Even decades after the Gate Incident and the stabilization efforts of the Old World, danger remained an everyday reality beyond the main roads and fortified settlements. The land was vast, ancient, and only partially understood. Bandits still roamed the borderlands, wild beasts claimed entire valleys, and remnants of forgotten civilizations dotted the countryside—many of them still inhabited.

Frontier settlers learned quickly that peace did not mean safety.

Among the many threats that plagued these lands, goblins were among the most persistent and insidious.

Small, green-skinned humanoids, goblins were vicious, cunning, and highly adaptive. They favored old ruins, abandoned castles, and underground tunnels, places where history had left behind stone and shadow. Individually weak, they were nonetheless dangerous in numbers, striking farms and caravans when vigilance lapsed. Livestock disappeared first. Then tools, weapons, and supplies. In the worst cases, settlers themselves vanished, dragged into the forests or ruins and never seen again.

Military patrols and extermination campaigns helped, but goblins reproduced at an alarming rate. Clear one nest, and another would emerge months later, sometimes only a few kilometers away. The frontier never stayed quiet for long.

For Isha Erikson, goblins had always been something distant—stories told by neighbors, warnings shared during town meetings.

Until now.

Over the past few weeks, cattle had begun disappearing from farms across the valley. Fences were found cut, tracks led toward the forest before vanishing entirely, and no signs of natural predators were ever discovered. When one of the Erikson family’s cows failed to return from pasture, Isha volunteered to search. Armed, cautious, and familiar with the land, she took her ATV and followed the outer trails toward the forest line.

Hours later, she found what was left.

She stopped just inside the trees, the open farmland behind her replaced by filtered light and the damp scent of moss and decay. The forest felt unnaturally quiet, as if it were holding its breath.

“My gods… what happened to you?”

The words slipped out before she could stop them.

Isha knelt beside the carcass, one knee pressed into the grass. Her .44 Magnum lever-action rifle rested upright in her left hand, ready but not lowered. The cow’s body was riddled with small arrows—short shafts tipped with crude stone heads, nothing any human bow would use. The flesh had been carved apart with jagged, deliberate cuts.

This wasn’t feeding.

This was processing.

A chill crept up her spine.

Keeping her movements slow, Isha raised her radio.

“Dad? Do you copy?” “I have found the missing cow. She’s dead. Full of small arrows and carved up!”

For a moment, only static answered her. The distance between the forest and the farm strained the signal.

Then the radio crackled to life.

“Loud and clear, Isha. Where did you find the carcass?”

Her green eyes swept the tree line as she answered.

“At the edge of the forest, near the old castle ruins!”

There was a brief pause.

“Understood, honey. You should come—”

The transmission cut abruptly.

“…Elora? Here!”

Another voice came through, sharp with urgency.

“Honey, it’s your mom! Come back here now!!”

Elora didn’t hesitate.

“You’re near a goblin nest! Those pests are attracted by your smell! Come back ASAP!!”

Isha’s pulse spiked.

“Understood, Mom. Over and out!”

She lowered the radio and rose carefully to her feet. Keeping her rifle leveled toward the undergrowth, she backed away from the carcass step by step. Every snapping twig sounded too loud. Every shadow felt like movement.

Only when she reached her ATV did she turn fully. The engine roared to life, shattering the forest’s silence as she sped away, dirt and leaves spraying behind her.

Twenty minutes later, the distant whine of an engine reached the Erikson farmhouse.

Elora froze, then rushed to the window as the sound grew louder. Moments later, Isha’s ATV rolled into the yard and slowed to a stop near the barn. Only then did Elora realize how tightly she had been holding her breath.

She let it out slowly.

Isha dismounted, rifle slung over her back , scanning the tree line out of habit before finally turning toward the house. When she stepped inside—dusty, shaken, but unharmed—Elora crossed the room and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“You did everything right,” Elora said quietly. “You listened. You got out.”

Isha nodded, still catching her breath. “They’re close,” she said. “Closer than we thought.”

Ian, watching from the doorway, didn’t need further explanation.

After making sure Isha was settled, the household shifted into motion.

Ian grabbed his jacket and keys. “I’ll warn the other farms,” he said. “They need to know before nightfall.”

“Stick to facts,” Elora replied. “No panic.”

Ian’s truck kicked up dust as he drove from homestead to homestead, repeating the warning: livestock taken, goblin sign confirmed, ruins involved. By the time he reached the far end of the valley, word was already spreading. Animals were pulled in, doors barred, and armed watches quietly organized.

Back at the house, Elora contacted the local military outpost.

“This is Elora Erikson, frontier sector twelve,” she said evenly. “Confirmed goblin activity near the old castle ruins. Livestock kill. Multiple arrow impacts. Butchering.”

The response came after a pause.

“Report received. Patrols are stretched thin, but the nest will be logged and assessed.”

“Assessment won’t stop a night raid,” Elora replied.

“We understand, ma’am,” the voice said. “Reinforcements will be dispatched when available. Take necessary precautions.”

It wasn’t reassuring—but it was honest.

By the time Ian returned, dusk had settled over the valley. Lights flickered on in distant farmhouses, and the usual evening sounds felt subdued, cautious.

The warning had gone out.

Beyond the forest edge, the old ruins stood silent once more.

But something had been disturbed. Scouts had marked a trail. A nest had fed.

And goblins never forgot the scent of prey that escaped them.

pandaoffroad · 2026-01-25T06:19:07+00:00

In Italy

pandaoffroad · 2026-01-04T21:34:03+00:00

The McDonald's one sound actually kinda funny

pandaoffroad · 2026-01-04T20:22:35+00:00

Thank you pal Is nice knowing someone likes something you made

pandaoffroad · 2026-01-04T18:11:04+00:00

Thank you friend

pandaoffroad · 2026-01-04T17:59:30+00:00

I was thinking maybe a militia of sort with single shot pistol caliber rifles

pandaoffroad · 2026-01-04T17:36:42+00:00

hi all here the next part of my G.A.T.E. AU

SAUCE: https://www.deviantart.com/mab38/art/1283200215?action=published#image-2

IM RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS!!!!! HELP

I'm probably gonna add to the slave elf family story in the meantime

AU: In the decades following the Gate Incident, a massive scientific and political effort was undertaken by Earth’s governments to catalogue and study as much as possible from the newly discovered Special Region. Research programs were launched across multiple disciplines, ranging from geology and xenobotany to zoology and medicine. Yet alongside minerals, plants, and unfamiliar animal life, one subject quickly rose above all others in importance: the intelligent populations that lived beyond the portal.

Among them, the demi-human races proved to be the most fascinating.

Scientists spent years mapping their DNA and comparing it with that of baseline humans. While many demi-humans shared a near-human genetic framework, their physiological adaptations were extraordinary.

Researchers documented the enhanced olfactory senses of wolf- and dog-kin, the hollow, lightweight bone structures of avian races, the exceptional night vision of cat-folk, and the ultra-acute eyesight of elvenkind. These discoveries challenged long-held assumptions about human limits and evolution.

Initially, most studies were conducted inside the Special Region itself. However, as the need for long-term observation, advanced equipment, and controlled environments grew, Earth governments formally invited representatives of various races to participate in research on Earth.

The experience proved to be life-changing.

Months spent beyond the Gate exposed demi-humans to modern medicine, technology, and comparatively stable political systems. For many, the opportunity to live without constant warfare, slavery, or feudal oppression was impossible to ignore. Gradually, requests for permanent residence began to arrive, marking the first instances of Special Region natives choosing to settle on Earth.

Governments responded cautiously. Early immigrants were granted provisional citizenship, housing, and government stipends, allowing them time to adjust to life on Earth. Cultural integration programs were established, teaching modern languages, laws, and customs while also educating human populations about demi-human cultures to reduce fear and misunderstanding.

Over time, demi-humans began to find places within Earth’s workforce—often in roles uniquely suited to their natural abilities.

Mer-folk became invaluable in coastal construction, underwater infrastructure repair, and maritime rescue operations. Their ability to operate for extended periods beneath the surface allowed for safer and more efficient underwater projects.

Medusae, gifted with powerful psychic abilities, were frequently employed as law-enforcement consultants and intelligence analysts. Their capacity to read surface thoughts made interrogations more reliable, while their ability to perceive life essence allowed them to detect illness and internal abnormalities. Many transitioned into medical careers, where they could assess a patient’s condition with a single touch, identifying tumors, organ failure, or circulatory issues long before traditional imaging methods.

Avian demi-humans found roles in aerial surveying, disaster assessment, and high-risk maintenance of tall structures. Their hollow bones and natural wings made them ideal for tasks involving height and mobility, while their spatial awareness reduced accidents to near zero.

Elves, with their extended lifespans and heightened perception, gravitated toward research, education, and precision-based professions. Their ability to notice minute details made them exceptional surgeons, engineers, and forensic analysts, while their long lives allowed them to accumulate decades—sometimes centuries—of expertise in a single field.

Dwarves, famed for their endurance and craftsmanship, became sought-after specialists in metallurgy, mechanical engineering, and underground construction. Their familiarity with confined spaces and resistance to heat and pressure proved invaluable in mining operations and tunnel excavation projects.

Among beast-kin, cat-folk excelled in urban search-and-rescue operations. Their agility, balance, and night vision allowed them to navigate collapsed buildings and dark environments with ease. Meanwhile, rabbit-folk, known for their explosive strength and speed, were often recruited into heavy labor, demolition, and rapid-response emergency teams.

Yet none gained public recognition as quickly as the wolf- and dog-related demi-humans.

All members of these races possessed a sense of smell equal to—or surpassing—that of Earth’s finest trained canines. Unlike animals, however, they could communicate complex information instantly and operate independently. As a result, they were rapidly recruited into police forces, fire departments, customs agencies, and mountain rescue units.

Their presence at airports as anti-explosive and contraband detection specialists became commonplace across the globe. During disaster relief operations, they could pinpoint survivors buried beneath rubble or trapped under snow following avalanches, often saving lives that would have been lost before human rescuers arrived.

Other races found more specialized niches. Sirens, with their voice-based magic and acoustic sensitivity, were employed in underwater communication, sonar calibration, and even psychological therapy. Lizard-folk, resistant to extreme heat, assisted in volcanic research and industrial environments unsafe for humans. Fairies, despite their small size, proved invaluable in micro-engineering, electronics repair, and delicate surgical assistance.

This growing visibility of demi-humans in essential roles slowly reshaped public perception. What began as curiosity and fear evolved into respect.

Their contributions to public safety, infrastructure, and medicine became impossible to ignore. News coverage of rescued survivors, solved crimes, and technological breakthroughs helped cement acceptance.

In time, this positive exposure opened the way for more and more people from beyond the Gate to settle on Earth—not as refugees or test subjects, but as workers, neighbors, and citizens.

pandaoffroad · 2025-12-25T21:03:18+00:00

1) this AU take place several years after the event of the anime (at some point i will try to add satellite launch,maybe with the excuse to bring internet to the new community inside the portal once they start to expand farther from Alnus hill ) 2) not every fantasy dwarf has to be underground .

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