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aggressivelyaverage21 · 4 months

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Chapter 16

Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.

Beatrice starts to breathe a little better. Shannon shows her the art of the Bo, and Beatrice gets to go on her first mission!

“Shan, check it out.” She jutted her chin towards Beatrice, over Shannon’s shoulder. “If the kid were a puppy, her tail would be wagging so hard right now.”

“Stop.” Shannon rolled her eyes, elbowing Mary as she spun slowly. “We’ve already established she’s not a puppy.” Though she was excited to work with Beatrice, the end of moments like these with Mary always felt a little bitter sweet. They were close, had been for years, but things were shifting more between them lately, and Shannon wasn’t sure if it was because of her or something Mary was doing or both. All she knew was that seeing Mary smile, feeling her easy nudges, her warmth as she hovered at Shannon’s side was something she found herself longing for.

Even now as she turned, her shoulder came to rest against the cap of Mary’s shoulder. That warmth radiating between them so easily, like they were charged in some way, without the need of anything to conduct the energy between them. As Shannon turned a smile spread into something a little more cheeky as she took in a very excited-looking Beatrice. “Okay, I see your point.”

“She’s adorable.”

“Mary.”

“You’re both adorable.”

Shannon’s stomach flipped at the softness in Mary’s eyes. Shannon knew Mary was teasing her. She knew it, but she also felt like it was more than that. A kind of more that Shannon wasn’t sure she should really be entertaining. Especially not now when she needed to focus on teaching Beatrice. “Mary.”

“Have fun with your puppy, Sister Adorable. I’ll see you later.”

“Mary!” Shannon called after her, but it was no use. Mary was walking away, her shoulders shaking as she laughed at Shannon’s expense. Shannon breathed deep through her nose as she tried to push the heat pooling in her cheeks down. Hopefully Beatrice wouldn’t notice the blush. It wasn’t like Mary had pinched her cheek or anything like that, but she may as well have, the way Shannon felt so affected by the compliment… or at least she thought it was meant as a compliment. She hoped anyway.

Shannon shook her head quickly as Beatrice approached slowly, trying to erase those surly not very nun-like thoughts from her mind like it was an etch-a-sketch. Lucky for her, Beatrice seemed so taken with the bo staff that her mouth was almost salivating. Her fingers twitched, wanting to reach out but holding in the instinct politely until she was invited. Mary was right, as usual. The kid was adorable when she was excited like this.

“You want to give it a try?” Shannon asks, extending the staff to the young warrior. She remembered how excited she was when she got to try it with Suzanne for the first time, though her mentor’s favorite seemed to be a sword. Shannon always was fascinated with the bo staff when she would watch older material arts movies with her dad. Donetello from the ninja turtles always was her favorite and it always looked so cool.

Beatrice nods and steps to the ring as she lets her fingers wrap easily around the shaft, comfortable to have something familiar in her hand. She takes a moment to feel the weight of it in her palm. It’s different than the competition staff she’d used. So much heavier than the lightweight graphite one Mei had gifted her a couple of weeks before her first competition. That one had been red, and shiny, and flashy in a way that Beatrice never thought she needed to be.

No. This one is much more like the one Mei taught her with. The wood is sturdy in her palm. Thicker. The staff was a little long for her, more for Shannon, but she’d grown up using staff too big for her anyway.

The first trick Mei had shown her was how to spin it around the back of her neck. It had taken Beatrice months to learn it, too stubborn to ask Mei to teach her. She’d just observed as Mei spun it behind the back of her neck just to catch it easily in one hand, continuing the spin. Beatrice had tried and tried, never quite getting it and coming away with tiny yellow bruises on the side of her neck that, if Mei hadn’t known better, she might have taken for hickeys.

Beatrice never asked, but that day Mei showed her how to let the weight of the staff move itself around her neck instead of trying to force it. How to spin with it, how to let the staff’s momentum work for her, how to let it carry on, how to let it flow. It was the first time Beatrice felt natural with something, Mei even said so herself before she had one of the other members of her family’s security detail snap a photo.

It was a photo that Mei cherished. That toothy grinned, freckled cheeked, little thing. Standing so tall (an attempt), so proud. With the staff in her hand, planted next to her like some kind of measuring stick, or a flag. It was at least a foot and a half too tall for her. Her gi was a little crooked, a little too big as well, but her blue belt was tied around her waist. Mei knelt behind her off to the side, holding her by the hips as she smiled too.

Beatrice didn’t know how it had made its way to her, but it had, and she was beyond grateful. The old photo with a white crease in the upper left corner, the edges of it yellowed by fingers. On the back side was a note. “29 SEP 2007, Bumble and her Bo.” a little further beneath it, in much smaller writing, “I’ll always be in your corner, Beatrice - Mei.”

Beatrice hadn’t realized her eyes had closed as Shannon started to talk to her about the staff. Her mentor had faded to little more than comforting background noise as she spoke to the weapon’s name, it’s history. Beatrice let it spin in her palm, practiced. Smooth. It was as comfortable as she had felt Cat’s Cradle since she’d gotten here. The spinning slowed as Beatrice let out a slow breath, letting the momentum of the staff carry the spin around her neck before letting the spin contine in her other palm. It was easy, mindless, as Beatrice smiled, letting the staff work, fluid and confident.

“Of course she knows how to use your fucking weapon.” Mary had reappeared as Shannon watched Beatrice with an intense curiosity. Mary was laughing now, fully and deeply at the shock and elation in Shannon’s eyes at the prospect of having someone like Beatrice to train, to mold into something better than Suzanne had made her.

She’d been waiting for this chance, and here it was. Perfect and eager in front of her.

“Language.” Shannon huffed after Mary who was already walking away again to go lift, waving her arm to dismiss the scold. Shannon hadn’t paid much attention to it anyway, the correction more out of habit than anything else as she was caught watching the young warrior find her rhythm and comfort in the weapon. It wasn’t often Shannon saw Beatrice relax into herself but when it happened, it was like watching a flower unfurl itself from the bud. Slow and natural and everything beautiful about how things should be.

Shannon allowed her protégé a moment to herself and Beatrice took full advantage. Each moment, each easy breath, each subtle move of her hand, she sunk further into the meditation of the form she’d long thought she forgot. It had been years since Beatrice had competed but the sequences of spins and tricks came back almost easier than breathing. Around and around that staff went, over her palm, above her head, changing directions at Beatrice’s will side to side and back again. Over her head. Behind her neck as she spun with it. Behind her back as she bent forward.

It was easy. Mindless. Natural. All the things Beatrice struggled to find since her and Mei had parted ways.

Maybe it should be concerning to her, that the times she felt like this were often associated with a weapon or a skill that so easily could be turned to violence. The staff. The bow. Forms and flows of hand to hand. Was that what she was? Someone who found peace in violence? Maybe it was what she was becoming more the longer she was at the Cradle.

The momentum of the staff spinning, surrounding Beatrice like a protective casing slowed a little as the younger girl seemed to get caught in thought. Shannon felt ready to break the trance. “Hey Trouble, remember that talk we had about sparring?” Shannon raised her eyebrow, though she was smiling, easy, gentle as she pulled Beatrice from whatever planet she’d transported herself to.

“Sorry, I was just–” getting lost. Getting lost in the way Beatrice used to love, used to wish for. In a way she missed so deeply when she had Mei there to guide her.

“You can have fun with it,” Shannon shook her head, one hand up easily to smoothe over any more apology Beatrice might have. There was no need for it. Not here. Not in finding some solace, or relief from the weight she always saw settled on the girls shoulders. As nice as it was to see, they did have things they needed to work on today. “But do you actually know how to use it?” Shannon winked, teasing, challenging the young warrior in a way. Though the more urgent part of the trainer in her was almost serious.

“Yeah. Yes. I do.”

“Well, prove it,” Shannon smirks as she grabs another one off the rack.

#warrior nun #sister beatrice #save warrior nun #sister shannon #wn #shannon masters #shotgun mary #sister lilith #beatrice no last name #once a rookie #fic: once a rookie #fic: the problem of pain #lilith villaumbrosia #mary delacroix #ocs #mother superion

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shiftycatstudios · 3 years

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More sketches of my Naruto OC, Ren. Not featuring her shamisen because literally my pencil lead kept breaking and I got lazy and I'm currently busy working on some Christmas presents...

#shiftycatstudios #catsanstudios #chichiricatsan #kayla wilt #illustration #fan art #my art #anime #manga #naruto oc #oc: ren kiyora #ninja #kishimoto #sketch #traditional #art #graphite #sketchbook

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danieldaie · 4 years

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Don't you want a man who's tall, whose name is Dan (and is Jewish) to wish you Happy Holidays?? 🎄

#ninja sex party #nsp #danny sexbang #dan avidan #graphite art #graphite #artist #artists on tumblr #happy holidays #🎨

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duck-a-doodle · 5 years

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Oh the Fire is so Delightful by The Ninja Mouse on AO3 (Archive of Our Own).

Grillby will forever be known as the King of Cuddles. The onesie only confirms it.

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polluxrig · 5 years

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Ink testing

More insomniacs : https://www.instagram.com/polluxrig/

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jeffech · 5 years

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TIGER LILLY - Illustration by Jeff Echevarria Graphite & Charcoal Powder Panpastels, Watercolor, White Gouache & Acetone - (Original & Giclée Prints Available) - ©️2018 Jeffechevarria JEFFECHEVARRIA.COM - - #art #artist #artistsoninstagram #fantasy #fantasyart #tiger #lilly #tigerlilly #charcoal #graphite #warriors #ninja #samurai #woman (at Echevarria Art & Design Studio) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzd-lzeloCQ/?igshid=1dylqx9s938eh

#art #artist #artistsoninstagram #fantasy #fantasyart #tiger #lilly #tigerlilly #charcoal #graphite #warriors #ninja #samurai #woman

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bfoehrkolb · 6 years

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Out here drawing my favs

#game grumps #dan avidan #Danny sexbang #ninja sex party #nsp #fan art #portrait #pencil drawing #graphite

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shinobus-left-eye · 2 months

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blorbo doodles

#trying a new art style? 🤔#chiaki morisawa #morisawa chiaki #守沢千秋 #kanata shinkai #shinkai kanata #深海奏汰 #ryuseitai #流星隊 #ensemble stars music #ensemble stars basic #ensemble stars #enstars #あんさんぶるスターズ！#あんスタ #shinoblog art #ninja art: the art of graphite #god the image quality is terrible #sengoqueue

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riisinaakka-draws · 3 years

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part 5/6

5th part of my Black Sails scraps and doodles from 2016–2021. Not in any particular order.

And of course, please do not steal and repost elsewhere! But if you do get inspired, feel free to make your own interpretations :D

This time I have black and white Walrus study, Monsterman gifs, discarded inktober doodles, vane-jack-anne and jack-anne-max and max-eleanor moments, surprise collars, not-so-relaxing-asmr, daddies, another gazing lesbian, curious tentacles, biker girls, more speed with "black sails" and “oh no!” (I swear these are not as sexy as the list might make it sound...)

Under the cut, because this is a very long post again.

Above is the drawing I made for the Flint on “STAGE” pic (2020), although I think I already fixed some of the perspective mistakes after scanning it. I wanted to study the Walrus’ balcony but didn’t really have proper pictures so had to guess some parts. Also at this point I think I didn’t even want to draw Flint in yet.

I mentioned in the art post that I was listening to Lordi’s “Would You Love A Monsterman” but it was also because it had the same working music and inspiration as my very old project of making a drawn(!) gif serie with the lyrics (because I didn’t want to make a fan vid... lol) and since that has been on hold for a few years (I mean, I started it right after season 2 aired and ended and then continued it while the s3 was going on...) and I really really wanted to share the idea already after sitting on it for so long xD

And I’m mentioning it now again although I won’t share all the notes because there’s just too much stuff... and the timing is off in the gifs and text a bit hard to read at some points, but you’ll probably get the idea!

Here’s a couple of the gif drafts and experiments from the “monsterman-gif” project I had (somewhere between 2015-2016-2017?):

(Also, I copied the menacing Flint from the drawing above when I was planning the set up for the “STAGE” art! :D)

(all of these were pencil / water-soluable graphite sticks + water and black watercolour drafts before I continued them on photoshop)

(hmm, I think I had a different version of this gif somewhere but it’s buried somewhere in the wip folders...anyway)

There reason I didn’t share them earlier is because I wanted everything to be ready and then... just didn’t do it. Also s3 and then s4 aired and I wanted to include something from there but things spiraled into even more complicated so I just left it to brew, lol). The whole thing is like 80% ready with the 10-11 gifs so maybe someday I’ll share the rest of it.

Next, some old inktober doodles (2017):

The prompt was “poison”. I liked the upper part but not Silver’s face and the bottle’s bottom with the spiky crown and pearls (and infinity loop) felt somewhat clumsy. I’m not even sure what I was thinking with this piece...

Another inktober, prompt “underwater” and in this case of course “underwater training” as Vane is teaching Jack and Anne to swim and dive and guerilla attack ships. I liked the idea but not how Vane turned out and I didn’t want to start over, lol.

An early version of the “G’morning, love” (posted in 2019). At first Anne was wearing a shirt but I wanted them all to be bare and open with each other. Although Jack’s scarf stays on, lol! Working title was also “AnneToulouse” because there’s a painting called “Sleeping” by Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec and I wanted to catch that mood a bit. Around the same time I was also working with the “LaundressFlint” aka “Would you still recognize me?” (posted in 2020).

Next, experimenting with “slices”, like how much story can you fit into a tiny slice?

“Betsy come here!” early sketches. Silver peeking under the desk and Flint’s boots as he caught them. There was also slightly NSFW-version, although I shared it only on discord, I think:

(I wasn’t quite happy with Silver’s face and run out energy to fix things...)

Next, the ASMR AU, 2020. (yeah it was my prompt that I submitted to the challenge... and couldn’t resist illustrating... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

The messy idea and further planning:

Still a few more doodles on this post!

Plans for “I will be your Daddy” or The Next Top Daddy for Vane (2019)

The “like, 30 brothers” that Anne mentions here are the other pirates and captains in the room and the nine step moms (or well, ex-step moms?) are the Blackbeards (ex)wives lol.

awww, this was a nice maxanor piece! I actually like Max’ face here more than in the final result (2017)...

Above, the first idea sketch for the Merbutt piece and the original colour scheme (2019).

Above, an early sketch about Eleanor and Max (finished in 2020) and tbh I liked this composition and style a bit more but for some reason I got caught up honing too much and thinking too much about heights, perspectives, where to put their hands etc... Eleanor had a short hair here and this had more a rockabilly mood.

first(?) sketch for the “black sails” shenanigans (finished in 2018). I really liked Flint’s ninja style and in the last pic’s sketch there’s also someone holding Flint’s coat/cape to be an extra-extra “sail” lol. Tumblr flagged the finished art post at the time, because of the Walrus’ figurehead and her shapes but luckily the appeal went through...

Last pic for this post!

draft for the drawing where Flint accidentally cuts Silver’s hair while they are training sword fighting, oh noooo~

So as you can see, sometimes my drafts are very loose sketches and sometimes very heavy with thoughts and inspiration (so much so that they end up in the never-ending-pile).

Thank you for checking this out, I hope you had fun! :D

#black sails #black sails doodles #actual doodles this time #and wips #tag for Block Spoils doodles #<- in case you want to black list these

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sundog-blr · 5 years

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Hey, it's my first bit of art here! This is a grid drawing I did for my studio art class, and I'm getting ready to send it to the grumpspace here in a bit! It took incredibly long to complete, but I'm so proud of how it came out.

#game grumps #dan avidan #ninja sex party #grid drawing #traditional art #graphite

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lesserfandomappreciation · 3 years

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I would love to take you up on the offer for recs for monkie kid imagine blogs! That being said however 👉👈 could I have some uhh soft hcs for Sandy and Wukong with an artsy so?

Sure thing! I threw in some art ones I’m following too because fanart and fanfic give me life equally.

https://winterpower98.tumblr.com/

https://purble-turble.tumblr.com/

https://harveylikestoart.tumblr.com/

https://ninja-knox-ur-sox-off.tumblr.com/

https://cassidyisnowdrawing.tumblr.com/

https://skellebonez.tumblr.com/

Onward to the request! The first Monkie Kid request woot!

Artsy s/o (Monkie Kid)

Sandy

The river demon discovers s/o’s talents by entirely by accident on account of him not being one to snoop through the belongings of others. Well. At least when enablers (MK) are not around to veer him onto such a course of action.

The journal was just right there. Right. There. There’s colorful sticky notes sticking out, calling out to him to just open the page to see what’s on the rest of the colorful scraps of paper. He’s able to resist the urge so far - Sandy has no issue turning his attention to his friendly feline friends. Besides, s/o did say they’d be back in a bit. Better to not risk getting caught.

Then again, when his cat knocks the journal onto the floor, they’d likely be cross to find it on the floor instead of in Sandy’s hands, right? And a quick little peek wouldn’t hurt too much.

Graphite marks make out tiny pictures of his cats. A few of creatures straight from imagination (what are their stories?), even a few still-lifes here and there. A smile dances at his lips while his giant hands lightly cradle the book. It’s so very them. The lines, even the few bits of color match them entirely - a map of their beautiful mind brought to life right before his eyes. Sandy very carefully turns the next page.

“I’m home!”

He’s not ashamed of the girly scream that came out of his lips, but the river demon is undeniably glad that none of his friends are here.

Apologizes quite thoroughly for going through their things, but it’s mixed in with heaps of praise. Doodle or sketch, it doesn’t matter to him, he loves it. Sandy will scoop s/o onto his lap and gingerly flip to a page to ask about a drawing that caught his eye.

He wants the one of his cats framed. It’s too precious.

Wukong

Monkeys make for decent motion studies. They stayed still for about half a second, giving just enough time to sort out a line of action, maybe block out some parts of the body, before they’ve on to another interesting pose. Frustrating as it could be to never finish a pose sketch in terms of practice it was a good challenge!

Monkey King was busy training MK so they had to pass the time somehow. An hour of waiting had turned into sketch practice that had turned into monkeys purposefully posing around upon realizing there was a guaranteed treat at the end of their work.

And honestly? S/o was enjoying it. It wasn’t often they could free sketch around at the temple. Monkey King usually wanted to watch a series or talk about something, and as much as they enjoyed his company they really didn’t want to deal with his attention on their sketchbook. They could already hear his commentary on it.

“Wo ho ho! Didn’t really peg you for the artsy type!”

Oh please no.

The annoying upside down face of one Monkey King leaned further down, grinning smugly at them, the grin growing wider when they slammed the book shut. “What, you don’t want to share? I was just going to say it looks good! That and...” He flipped overhead, posing amongst the other monkeys. “Can you draw me next?”

Monkey King is the embodiment of every annoying person at school whose reactions to drawing are either “Is that anime” or “Can you draw me next.”

He is a good reference for poses though, if you don’t mind the pose lasting for less than a minute.

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neseanereide · 3 years

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annagoodnews · 7 years

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Die Antwoord

2017 Watercolor paint, charcoal, graphite, and gold varnish on paper 8.5" x 11.0"

#die antwoord #portrait #original art #artists on tumblr #fine art #bw #watercolor #south africa #rap rave #zef #ninja #yolandi visser #drawing #graphite pencil #charcoal drawing #mixed media #annagoodnews #drawings

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itachi-uchiha-deserved-better · 3 years

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Itachi and Tenzō

I am so sorry I am just now getting to these, I am only now off work.

So 3 sfw headcannons

Itachi: Itachi has tried a lot of mediums for his art, various paints, chalk, pastels, but he really prefers graphite, mostly because its the easiest to get off his hands and never stains his uniform.

Itachi has two different sketch pads. One is small, more like a leather bound journal. That one has only ever been seen by Tenzo, and even then it is rare for Itachi to share anything that he’s drawn in it. It really is like his journal, a way for him to express his emotions and to help process the horrors that he sees through his art. The second sketch pad is large, with expensive paper that Itachi always uses to draw things to give to others as gifts. He’s very thoughtful about what sketches he does to gift, always trying to make sure that the subject is something meaninful to the person he is gifting it to.

Itachi is exceptional at most domestic chores. He sews, cooks, cleans, shops, even knits. It comes from the fact that Itachi was always helping his mother with whatever work needed to be done. Even when he started his ninja training, Itachi always did his best to make time to help his mother around the house.

Tenzo: Tenzo’s love languages are touch and gifting. He doesn’t wait for holidays to give people gifts, he is constantly finding small trinkets or making things with his mokuton to surprise the people he cares about with. It can be a little difficult sometimes because Itachi’s love language is acts of service and he doesn’t really like to be touched when they’re in public.

Tenzo and Fugaku got into a physical fight after Itachi told Fugaku he intended to marry Tenzo. Itachi came home extremely upset, although still adamant about the wedding, and let slip that Fugaku had essentially said that he would disown Itachi completely if the marriage happened. Tenzo didn’t meant to confront Fugaku but they ran into each other and one thing led to another and by the end, Tenzo had Fugaku pinned to the ground with his mokuton and basically told Fugaku that he was a useless clan head and that he knew about the abuse Itachi had suffered at his hands and that if he didn’t step down from his position, he would bring it up with the hokage. Needless to say, Fugaku stepped down and begrudgingly accepted the marriage. Itachi didn’t want to take over yet as clan head so Mikoto takes over until he’s ready.

Tenzo has the best garden in all of Konoha. He started it with the mokuton, but actually spends a lot of time propagating clippings of the best plants to get fruits and veggies that are tastier and that stay ripe longer without going bad.

NSFW Headcannons:

Itachi responds to different nicknames depending on if he is in the dominant role or the submissive role. Calling Itachi birdie is a surefire way to put him in a submissive headspace and sometimes when Tenzo calls him that without thinking, Itachi will come crawling to Tenzo later that night with a collar on and a crop offered out to Tenzo, making it clear what he needs. He also has a very hard time talking dirty when he’s in a submissive headspace so Tenzo will make him say what he wants and Itachi will get all flustered and blushy and Tenzo loves it.

Tenzo is very interested to try out pet play with Itachi. He has a tail plug that he bought for himself that he’s been trying to get up the courage to show to Itachi. He’s absolutely mortified when Itachi goes on a cleaning spree and finds it hidden under the bed and lays it out and promises to buy Tenzo a cute pair of ears so he can be itachi’s little kitty.

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spacebookettes · 3 years

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Her Wartime

A great glass sculpture. Of the English queen Agnes, the people’s queen voted for, the greatest in wartime.

The gleaming towers were being rebuilt in east London. Not one with a castle. Instead a tallest crystal woman holding a blaster. That on the remembrance day fires a bright red laser up into the dry cloudscape. Queen Agnes was chosen to do battle with the robot, so many robots.

Inside the hollow toughened crystal statue are platforms with views of the destruction of London. The platform in the eyeballs with views out to the ocean where the hive queen landed with a challenge. Your greatest warrior or I’ll ignite the dry cloudscape.

Agnes was triumphant with the sparking heart of the hive queen. A tiny metal spider not noticed sliding down from her fingers from it’s nest in sparking. Connecting with the mother ship and ordering all the robots of planet earth to turn on their humans.

The end

By Peter Stringer

A Little Effervescing

IT EXPLODED, the insect I swear it. I heard a little effervescing from the kitchen. Then a bang.

Another bang, another insect, another country. All over the world, BANG. Insects exploding. WHAT NOW. More insect troubles. There were reports all around the world of the sounds of little effervscings, then a bang. No one hurt, just shock. Everyone was nervous. Bangs could come from anywhere at any time.

The big company was unusually busy for 3 in the afternoon. Hush hushed was the info. Most of the workers hadn’t heard yet, about the banging’s. But upstairs in the gleaming tower, some people were stressed out. Sat in the executive orange pod room, silent as an assistant came in. On the assistant leaving the executive people carried on murmuring loudly BANG. Screens flying executive sweat patches spreading. A FUCKING DISASTER.

The environment saved, the extinction of the insects reversed. A miracle. It was an artificial miracle. Tiny graphite batteries checked and rechecked for temperature and stress and lifespan. Had not been checked for hive queens.

The worlds governments had looked to the big company for help, a solution. The solution unreal insects. No one would know and we can carry on producing the carbon machinations of a possibly dying planet, a little longer. The insects had more purpose than just insect work. Info. But info can be hijacked. From deep in space, behind Pluto BANG.

The end

By Peter Stringer

A Late Convoy

She sat next to the electronic driver at the front of the convoy. Six electronic trucks should do it, an anonymous donor, every year. A drop in the ocean. Not for everyone this year.

A MASSIVE CRASH. The back end turned over, pastel colours flung into the air on the neon highway. The convoy stopped. She got out. Dust. Multi-coloured dust coating the long grasses and wild flowers along the highway, for hundreds of meters. It starts raining.

The end

By Peter Stringer

The Lone Wolfese

She Devil protected her child. With a laser sabre: found as a child and kept secret. Found in a dayglow helping of post civilisation. The mad queen’s ‘assistants' were set to procure it. HOW did they know. You must choose your own path? Stay with the partner with coloured playthings or follow me to the ends of the (FART) , “so with me then”.

A hovering basket with secret hidden lasers, a relic from the old times would follow the mother, her sabre for protection. No blaster could harm them, nor exotic blade or giant creature. The She Devil must protect the Precious.

Wandering a destroyed landscape. Lone Wolfese and Basket they called her.

In towns and lost cities she offered the service of the sabre to the Moebius people. In exchange for shelter. One night a town hall building strange chalk drawings of ninja daughters. The town dimming. No one was there. An empty town full old decrepit buildings and chalk drawings.

The next town bath time, a moment of relaxation, with her She eye on the laser sabre.

The infant kept count of the sabres many conclusions. A dark reputation was forming in the destroyed landscapes. A boat.

The Partner was alone in the old decrepit building they had refashioned together. No ‘assistants’ had been calling. There was a ninja chalk drawing in their old townscape. It appeared one, end of winter, lonely Sunday morning.

The creaking metal tanker took masses of people to another coastline, desperate for shelter. The She Devil ever watching. There were so many future people. But they all recognised the mother and basket and kept their distance. CRASH the boat was sinking, future people holding on to anything. The basket hovering troubled over water. A cold mother.

They reached much sand with lemon trees. Three daughters sat watching as the future people dried their belongings in the sunshine. A bright haven. A chalk drawing.

A challenge was recited... all the future people in danger. Each one a chalk drawing in the making.

An orchard the basket safely hidden. An orchard of lemon trees and three hidden daughters switched on their laser sabres. Night time not yet coming. The bright sun hid them. The She Devil entered the orchard snatched many lemons and covered her eyes with an old scrap of wedding garment. Blind to the sunshine she felt with her hearing. She never once turned on her laser sabre. That night she had lemonade with her infant, watching the red fireworks, from the chalk stained village.

The end

By Peter Stringer

Invest in Apps

Everyone’s making an app, it’s something people do.

An app, another billionaire. A billion dollar app. A billionaire had a think.........

What’s missing from the world?.........

Who are people?..........

The billionaire set to work the creatives, and eventually employed new creatives. Water divining , using the built in gyro arms stretched. A cat simulator, using the taptics and a cheap usb plastic wandering tail. Art enabler, photo creates a one of a kind generated colour coded pattern for printing........

What do people want?

The billionaire had no idea what the people wanted. The billionaire knew what the people needed. But a billionaire loses touch with the everyday no longer workaday. If the billionaire is unlucky, never a workaday. But of course billionaire’s work every day; being in charge means always in charge.

What do people need?..........

Nourishments.........

The new creatives brought new ideas to the app business. They argued, brainstormed, eat, drank, went to the pub and met other lucky creatives. They went on holiday and met other lucky ones. They drove the lucky cars. Drank the lucky coffee. Slept in the lucky beds. A less lucky assistant came into the turquoise pod room, the creatives were discussing one of the big companies. The assistant noted that people need just a little company.

An idea was forming, Little Company a name. Little 3d shapes the infralasers in the cameras could copy any shape. A Little 3d world of little 3d shapes... you could choose your own colours, and mould some differences. That could animate your emotions. Boop to your music. A window for sharing in a strange little universe a piece on everyone’s hardware. Fashion contests, the best parallelogram wins. You could open your own disco, be your own dj in your own 3d shared living room. The potential is expansive, Giigle Maps your own destination like a Tardis. Visit anyone around the world. Have triangle competitions on the pyramids. Rectangle races at Stone Henge. Parties in a daft jungle. NO MERCHANDISING, the planet is full.

The end

By Peter Stringer

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