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marlynnofmany · 2 years
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“WHY did that alien ambassador just call me ‘peasant’??”
“Sorry, sorry, it’s a problem with the translation software.”
“What kind of problem? Am I about to insult him by accident too? I want it to be on purpose.”
“No, it’s just that the software had trouble with root words and etymology, comparing our concepts to theirs. They don’t have a word for ‘god,’ you see, and—”
“What the blazes does that have to do with it?”
“Look. The word ‘human’ can be translated as ‘person who lives on the ground, or the dirt, or the Earth, and who isn’t a god.’”
“So how did that—”
“It turned into ‘person who lives in the dirt and has no power over others.’ The closest they had when repeating it back through the translator was ‘peasant.’”
“That is the stupidest thing I’ve heard all week.”
“Why do you think I’ve been pressing for everyone to actually learn the language, instead of relying on the translator?”
“Well, if I make it through this meet-and-greet without having to throw or take a punch, I might take you up on that. Stick close. If somebody says something else dumb, I’m turning to you.”
“Don’t look now; the ambassador’s coming back.”
“Great.”
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spoopkook · 1 year
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Baby Hotline ISWM edit!
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mywidelyopeneyes · 10 months
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Dating Gunther B Gunnerson Hcs
THERE IS NOT ENOUGH STUFF ABOUT THIS MAN HELP, SO I AM HERE TO DELIVER TO ALL THE OTHER FANS 🙏🏻.
Gunther is secretly a huge romantic. He loves romance novels, romantic comedies, and all things lovey-dovey. He might not show it, but he's got a mushball inside him.
Gunther has a pet cat named Mr. Whiskers. He adores his cat and loves to spoil him with toys and treats. He's also prone to talking to Mr. Whiskers as if he's a person, and will often tell him about his problems and struggles.
Gunther is a great cook. He loves trying new recipes and experimenting in the kitchen. He's a master of the art of grilling, and can cook up a mean steak.
Gunther loves watching space-themed movies and documentaries. He's a total nerd for all things space-related, and loves learning about the cosmos. He's also prone to getting excited about the newest discoveries and innovations in the field of astronomy.
Gunther loves animals, especially dogs. He's always happy to pet a furry friend, and will never hesitate to stop and play with a playful pup.
Gunther's a good listener. He's always willing to offer a sympathetic ear and some support to those in need, and will never dismiss someone's feelings or struggles. He's the kind of guy who will always be there for you, whether you need a shoulder to cry on or just want someone to listen.
Gunther loves his ship, the Invincible II. He's proud of it and takes great care of it. He's always happy to talk about its many features and upgrades, and will often spend hours working on repairs or maintenance.
Gunther might be a tough and rugged space cadet, but inside he's still a sentimental sap. He loves his friends and crewmates from the Invincible II, and would do anything for them. He's the type of guy who puts others before himself, and will always lend a helping hand to someone in need.
Gunther is prone to getting into mischief. He might be a bit of a troublemaker at times, but he's always quick to apologize and own up to his mistakes. He's not afraid to make a fool of himself, and will often be the first to laugh at his own jokes.
Gunther's a total goofball.
Despite his tough exterior, Gunther is a huge softie. He's a total sucker for cuddles, hugs, and sweet nothings. He's always quick to offer a gentle touch, a kind word, or a soothing hug when you need it most.
Gunther's always looking for a good adventure. He loves exploring new places, solving puzzles, and facing challenges head-on. He's always up for a good dare, and will never hesitate to take on the impossible.
Gunther's a total nerd. He's a master at video games, and can often be found spending hours in front of the computer, gaming away. He's also a huge sci-fi fan, and can often be found talking about the latest movies and TV shows.
Gunther's a true friend. He's the kind of guy who will always have your back, no matter what. He's loyal, trustworthy, and always there when you need a friend. He's the kind of guy who will always offer a supportive word, a sympathetic ear, or a helping hand, no questions asked.
☆☆☆☆
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alx-mnnr · 11 months
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shadesofmauve · 1 year
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cronusamporaofficial: I mean...... presumably the ship you were on would have artificial gravity, just saying lol
cronusamporaofficial: if you're playing fiddle in EVA without a suit (too bulky to hold the violin properly) you've got bigger problems than dehydration haha
... this is the bit where I admit that despite writing hundreds of thousands of words of fanfic in a universe with artificial gravity, as soon as I thought of me in space I thought of the International Space Station. And how I learned at age 35 that no, I really never could become an astronaut.
But now I want someone to take a fiddle up and show us how crazy wonky bow work would be. @colchrishadfield played guitar, but plucking an instrument relies less on gravity. On a fiddle, all your tone comes from bow control; your hand has one end, and the rest is gravity acting on this long stick (and how the stick reacts to torces). One of the key features of any bow is where the balance point is! I imagine you'd need to apply more pressure, and more of it would have to be towards the instrument.
(Yes, I tagged him. Who else might conceivably describe playing a stringed instrument in zero G for me? I can't go.)
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basilisk06 · 11 months
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It has been 1 year since “In Space with Markipkier” finished.
It was one the the best things that came out that year.
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Hello would anyone like to hear about space pirates they’re pretty neat
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rowanthestrange · 3 months
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space octopus
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danshive · 6 months
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Okay, but what if there was an alliance of intelligent alien crab species that all evolved independently in different solar systems...
And the popular culture within this alliance believes that any intelligent species that are not crabs are at best flawed, and at worst heretical abominations.
🦀🦀🦀
"All must be crab! Crab is perfection!"
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gorbalsvampire · 2 months
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So while I've been laid up with a cyst the size of a golf ball in my leg (hurts, btw, do not recommend) I have been playing Necromunda: Underhive (a game about gang warfare in a toxic hellscape future city). Beat the story campaign in 28 hours and frankly it would have been less if the mission objectives weren't nested and fussy and easy to fuck yourself over on at the last minute.
BUT! Beating the story campaign unlocks all the customisation options for creating your own gang for skirmishes. Now. To those not in the know, the base game offers you three Houses for your gang to belong to: Orlock (vaguely American biker/weaponsmith gang), Goliath ('roided up bodybuilders who are so buff they become aggressively queer coded), and Escher (angry punk girls on bad drugs who want to slap you upside the head with a poisoned spudjacker).
AND! The custom gang lets you recruit three new fighters at the start.
So... here's a Sorcha, and a Beetlejuice (@friends-of-beetlejuice), and a Hazel (@hazelenergy) (although Hazey's hair isn't right - the Escher stylists don't really do "restrained" so I went for the one that wasn't a mohawk and still looked cute).
Sorcha's a hacker with a whip and a pet servo-skull (think "dead guy made into flying droid": does more damage than anyone's gun, unnervingly), BJ's a brawler whose favoured attack is "jump down from gantry and whang fool with pipe longer than she is tall", and Hazel's a saboteur (she sets fire to things and rigs traps and blows up tech so fools can't use it).
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abronzeagegod · 8 months
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Happy Moon Landing Day!
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hell yeah! space! it's fucking awesome! we went there we did that! space is the goddamn best!
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marlynnofmany · 2 months
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Playing Translation Telephone
“Hi,” I said as the door slid open. “Captain Sunlight wants to know how your translations are going.”
Coals sighed. “They’re going. This one’s a mess.” He shook his lizardy head, brick-red scales dull in the light by the doorway. That part of the translation suite was always dim because Trrili liked looming in the shadows there.
But today she was at the workstation in the back, surrounded by glowing screens and a cloud of irritated hisses. “I think we missed a language,” she announced, snapping her pincher arms and angling her antennae into a scowl.
“What, really?” Coals asked. He ran a hand over his head, scales clicking quietly. “How many is that now?”
“Sixssss,” Trrili hissed.
Coals grumbled something I didn’t catch, and walked back over to the workstation.
Curious, I followed and let the door shut behind me. “What kind of project is this one?”
“Old records of a multi-species colonizing effort,” Coals said from his floating chair with the tail hole. “The originals are lost, and all that’s left is this jumble that’s been translated through a succession of languages, none of which they bothered to write down. And they want us to figure out what the originals actually meant.”
“Sounds tricky,” I said. Each of the screens held writing, most in languages I didn’t recognize. Some were notes in the trade language we all spoke, and I was amused to see how much swearing was in Trrili’s notes.
“It is very tricky,” Trrili agreed, jabbing a little wrist finger at the screen in the middle. “The grammar doesn’t match the words, and the idioms are an utter tar hole. It’s anyone’s guess what culture came up with some of these details.”
“I’m pretty sure the bit about rocks is a Strongarm saying,” Coals said. “It makes more sense than a Frillian interpretation.”
“Yes, fine, probably,” Trrili said with an irritated wave of her pinchers. “I’m stuck at this part that goes off on a tangent about the family arrangements of the wildlife. It’s clearly significant, and at least one layer of translation wanted to make sure the full interpretation was spelled out, but that just makes it more confusing.”
“How so?” I asked. I’d gotten the job on this ship because of my animal-care knowledge, so maybe I could offer some insights. I peered at the screen.
“This part,” Trrili said, “Is a recounting of a colonist’s experience in retrieving goods from a shuttle that crashed in a lake. The water creatures seem to have complex social arrangements, and somehow that relates to their behavior toward this particular colonist.” She folded her pinchers and leaned back, glaring at the ancient diary. “Of course this had to be written by someone disinclined to speaking clearly.”
“What kind of behavior is it?” I asked. “Are we talking mating advances, or aggressively protecting the young, or—?”
“Aggressive,” Trrili said immediately. “This word means mouth, possibly teeth specifically, and in the grammatical arrangement that it’s currently configured into, it has to be saying that the thing bit the colonist.”
Coals flipped through documents on another screen. “Do we know what the official name for the creature is?”
Trrili hissed. “Not even close. That’s what this whole tangent is: an attempt at describing it. I’d love to know if it was the original colonist or someone later who decided it would be helpful to tell us that this creature’s ancestors rejected social bonds.”
“Rejected how?” I asked.
Coals brought up another document. “I’ve got something on the legal system of the original colony. Sounds like there were multiple types of family arrangements at play. Possibly this colonist was just musing on a similarity to their own life.”
Trrili hissed. “How does that help us? I don’t see any accounts of this person’s family life, or even their species. We have no way to know if their own parents performed the socially-accepted rituals or not.”
“Wait,” I said. “Is this about the animal’s parents not doing a certain ritual? Like marriage? Is the colonist calling the fish a bastard?”
Both of my alien coworkers looked at me. Coals asked slowly, “That’s an insult in human circles, isn’t it?”
“Yes!”
Trrili threw her pinchers skyward and stalked away from the workstation. “Of course it is. You people are sentimental about everything, including reproduction. This would have been so much simpler if we’d known from the start that there was a human layer to this.”
“So what does it say?” I asked. “The colonist went into the lake to help with the crash, and got bitten by a bastard fish?”
Trrili was walking in circles hissing, so Coals scooted in front of the center screen. “Going by what we’ve figured out so far,” he said, “The colonist was trying to move salvage from the shuttle. Walking through shallow water. The water creatures were of many bright colors — it goes into detail about that, comparing them to refractive prisms and seaspray — but they kept their distance as long as the colonist kept moving. Pretty sure this part says one came in for a bite as soon as the colonist stood still. And that’s where we go off on an elaborate description of the creature’s family arrangements.”
I grinned. “‘Dear diary, today I waded through a lake and got bit by a rainbow bastard fish. Terrible experience; wouldn’t recommend.’”
Coals looked closer. “It does actually say something like that afterward,” he admitted. “There’s a suggestion that the next person to enter the water wear protective clothing.”
Over Trrili’s aggravated hissing, I said, “That colonist might have been a human.”
“Might indeed,” Coals said. He scrolled up through a page of notes. “That could actually shed some light on a couple other spots, now that you mention it.”
Trrili appeared beside us. “Bring up the part about the colony leader mating with someone’s mother.”
I laughed. “I can tell you right now that that’s an insult. The colonist is likely complaining about the boss, not describing something that actually happened.”
Coals looked at Trrili. “Told you we need an insult chart.”
Trrili tilted her head dramatically. “That’s so much work!”
“So’s this,” Coals pointed out. “How about you take another look at what we’ve got so far here, and I’ll start a list of common human insults.”
Trrili took a position in front of the screens, hissing quietly.
“I’ll be happy to help,” I said to Coals. “My people are very creative on that front.”
“So I gather,” Coals said. He scooted over to me, digital notepad at the ready. “And not one of those insults revolves around eggs. Mindblowing.”
“Well,” I said with a tip of my head. “There is the thing about teaching your grandmother to suck eggs. That’s kind of an insult.”
“What?” Coals said. “Never mind. I can tell this is going to be a long list.”
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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!
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thefancytomato · 5 months
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Spoilers for the end of TAZ: Balance
Okay, I'm sure somebody else has made this post before but I need to talk about Griffin in the taz graphic novels. Because like, that's Griffin, obviously but also when we get to the finale and the tres horny boys are on the Rockport Limited, I don't think they're gonna meet Jeffandrew, I think they're gonna talk to Griffin, the GM who's been guiding them this entire time.
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[Image description/transcript: Screenshot of The Adventure Zone: The Suffering Game graphic novel.
Taako: GM!
Griffin: I mean, clearly it isn't [referring to refresh being a real spell or not] But, also I've completely lost control of this world, so I'm willing to let it slide.
Merle: Huzzah!]
I think the fact he mentions that he's lost control of the world in this arc, which takes place within like, 24 hours of the Hunger appearing is interesting.
I don't really have a lot of other stuff to add other than I had noticed how Griffin only appears in the graphic novels after the boys have left the base and always disappears before they get back, but The Suffering Game breaks that pattern, as we saw from the preview. Idk if it means anything in particular, but it's a detail I've notice and I feel smart about. Maybe I'm looking too far into the Watsonian reason why Griffin gives commentary and snark, but regardless, I'm really looking forward to the Suffering Game when it comes out!
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outofthiisworld · 19 days
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. ✦ ݁ ˖ @multistories sent in: "Yes, yes. Feast your eyes on the magnificence that is me! I'm accepting compliments of all kinds, thank you." Altair to Ophelia
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[💜] “Oh, wow!” Talk about an entrance— and one which merited such a request, too! <- Was it a request or more like a socially demanded inclination?
Regardless, our ghoulish gal hadn’t cared about those details one bit. Ophelia's eyes had feasted upon the magnificence in front of her— and just like how his own constellations twinkled across himself; so too had her eyes twinkled.
“Who needs to stargaze when you’re right here~?” and who was Ophelia to keep that to herself, anyway? She giggled and hovered closer as she admired the flow of the cosmos (her own ectoplasmic core surged bright in response). “You’re breathtaking!”
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fuschia-draws · 4 months
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you may wanna be sitting down for this...
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tanya returns as the magical girl unicorn...from space this time
worth mentioning that i made tanya RIGHT before i got back into mlp...just sayin those things are probably connected
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scattered-winter · 7 months
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okay i THOUGHT that last ask was going to say “what would be the order of interrogation most likely to break them” and i think i need to go home, stop reading whump, and maybe convert to some kind of monotheistic religion. taking suggestions.
wait NO no. do not go home. let's live in this space for a moment. let's indulge.
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