Thought y’all might enjoy my very “in progress” Castle Heterodyne LEGO build 🤪
The Castle is roughly scaled to itself based on the full sized pages right before it releases all the monsters from the towers. Not minifig scale, it is way too small, but scaling up from here will be…”not brains tough, just hard work tough”. The clanks and monsters, including the Fun-MADD, are mostly from Ninjago sets, where LEGO really understands what makes a good mech suit. Speaking of:
Second pic is a closeup of Agatha in Old Vorthang’s Sunday Best, which started out as a Ninjago mech set before a lot of tweaking. I am unreasonably proud of the Torchmen, which I kit-bashed together part by golden part. Godzilla auditioned for the role of Franz and since there were no other dragons around, he got the job.
Third pic is Agatha (with Gil’s boomstick) and Zeetha at the top of the main tower. Jim Woodring’s vinyl “crazy newts” make pretty good monsters! This is another area where I put way too much effort into matching up the architecture; in fact, I solved this part first and the entire rest of the castle was scaled to match.
I have a giant bin of a discontinued “tall rock facade” pieces and have thought about trying to build the hill the castle sits on and the winding path up…but I would need a huge piece of desk or floor real estate and we just don’t have that!
More Girl Genius fic! This one was inspired primarily by Adversary over on Ao3, but I’m honestly not sure I can write such a convincing evil!Agatha. Mine seems to be a little closer to chaotic neutral. I have no idea if I’m going to write any more on this, but I do have a rough plan for a lot more.
There was a new Heterodyne. The frightened whispers spread out from the villages surrounding Mechanicsburg, filtering throughout Europa and reaching even the Master of Paris and Her Undying Majesty. Sure, the last one hadn’t been too hard to appease. He and his brother mostly went around on their own, beating up rival Sparks here and there. They were almost, some of the more optimistic people supposed, kind of like heroes. Of course, everyone else knew that you got black sheep in every family and just because one generation had turned out relatively harmless, didn’t mean the next was going to follow the trend.
And now the Doom Bell had rung again, and the Lady Agatha Heterodyne had been announced. That was Europa’s cue. Some people were far enough away from Mechanicsburg, or secure enough in their fortresses, that they could afford to send a paltry gift by mail and have done with it, but most of the smaller towns were not so lucky, and the ruling bodies were familiar enough with Heterodynes that they didn’t wait for the summons to present tribute. They heard that the Doom Bell had rung for the new Heterodyne, and they packed up whatever lavish gifts they could spare and journeyed to Mechanicsburg.
No one was ever quite sure what to expect when it came to a new Heterodyne, but a Jäger escort to the monstrous Castle wasn’t a surprise. Neither was the throne room full of armour and death traps, or finding the new Lady lounging on a throne made of skulls that had far too many horns and teeth to be human. They were a little intimidated to see that she was wearing a lab coat over sturdy trousers and leather corset, fiery blonde hair held out of her face by high-tech goggles. She was going to be one of the practical ones then. They were always harder to appease with jewels and finery.
All the emissaries were crowded inside by the Jägers, and Tarvek did his best to avoid being jostled too much. He was resigned to his fate but that didn’t mean he had to put up with this indignity. There was a slight lull as the crowd settled, but no one stepped forwards, everyone hoping someone else would be the first to risk the Lady’s wrath.
“Well?!” Lady Heterodyne snapped, and everyone in the crowd flinched back at the ring of Sparky harmonics in her voice. “I thought we were here for tributes. Get on with it.” She demanded, and several emissaries scrambled forward in unison and crashed into each other, some of them nearly dropping their precious cargo. “Vanamonde!” Lady Heterodyne yelled in exasperation, eyes raised to the heavens as though praying for patience.
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