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cheesecakethots · 2 years
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1/ When I was reading the barbarian obey me au I liked to imagine that reader and the brothers spoke different languages (cause the barabrians are nomandic and most likely come from a different language region), so while they may know some words thanks to proximity, they don't know enough to communicate properly... so imagine reader trying to calm mammon down after getting injured and helping him, and then he comes back with a gift which reader assumes is cause he is grateful, but turns out that
2/ ... that was a courting gift they accepted. And Mammon will try to convey that they have a 'relationship' now, but reader takes that as him saying they are friends while he thinks they are engaged. Also, reader prob still plays with the brothers, cause kids can play with each other even when they don't know what they hell anyone is saying, but the brothers are prob saying more disturbing stuff and playing 'pillaging' games while reader is clueless. And then one day the brothers come back and
3/ ... just go: you should have been expecting us, since you promised we would get married, and reader is all like ??? Plus, it opens the possibility that the brothers burned down the village because reader got betrothed to someone else, maybe from a different village even, so they see it as them breaking their promise... ah, the joys of miscommunication 😌 there is just so much potential!
you didn’t want to be rude and just not accept the well-crafted bracelet sat in the young boy’s palms, as he and his brothers looked on at you in a mixture of excitement, pleading, and worry.
and it’s not as though you understood what was meant by the few foreign words that slipped past the black haired boy’s tongue, as the gift was pushed towards you.
you were all young, and as a child you didn’t understand the promise you had made as soon as you took the present into your own hands, a wide toothy smile on your face as you thanked them happily.
it’s not as though they understood your words at the time, but your acceptance was clear and their joy reflected your own.
you had no idea that they were so cheerful for other reasons than having made what you thought yourself as; a friend.
the childishly innocent games you played started to become less childish and less innocent as you grew.
tag became chase. chase became hide-and- seek. hide and seek became hunting.
and every time, you were always the prey.
you never noticed the sinister feel to your friends, laughing as you were caught and giggling at the taunts they shouted whilst trying to find you.
your village noticed, though.
they could feel the pure animosity, the hate that all but radiated from the young boys, especially when you would be called away from them for whatever reason.
they were relived to finally have found a way to make them leave. your parents felt slightly guilty by your tears, but over time you forgot your short-lived friends.
but they did not forget about you.
as you grow older you swear the feeling of eyes watching you increases by the day. even as an adult you can’t help but leave a candle on in your room before bed, hoping to catch that large, looming shadow you always sense in the corner of your room.
maybe it’s the fact you are an adult. maybe it’s because they wanted you to find someone who would make you feel safe.
whatever the reason, you aren’t happy about your parents pushing you into a marriage with a man you’ve never met, a man not even from your village.
but, from the increasing intensity and heat of the eyes following your form, as well as the looming shadow in your room feeling even larger, you’re not sure if the wedding will even happen in the first place. you’re not even sure if there’ll even be a place to have a wedding;
not if your dreams of ash, fire and fury turn out to be truthful.
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marlynnofmany · 19 days
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Not Special
The refueling station was on a small moon in the back end of nowhere, close to nothing but a couple of wormhole junctions. Since it had a little convenience store and everything, it really gave off “7/11 next to a desert highway” vibes. Just, y’know, in space. The moon wasn’t big enough for proper gravity or air on its own, so someone had installed a gravity generator under the dusty red ground. And turned it up just a smidge too high, but I wasn’t going to complain.
I was going to buy pre-packaged alien snacks at the store while my coworkers handed the refueling. Mimi was calling the shots, tentacles waving and gravelly voice audible from here, while the Frillian twins handled the heavy lifting of connector hoses and Captain Sunlight was at the payment kiosk. The others were either staying onboard or already browsing the aisles.
I’d just picked up a pack of something colorful (doing an artful fumble-and-recovery because of the gravity) when a rowdy group of Armorlites trooped in. I didn’t pay them too much attention — just a bunch of macho dinosaurs with holstered blasters and bipedal swagger; totally normal here — but one of them said something that brought me up short.
“Hey look, another human,” said the cheerful voice. “Maybe you can get some tips on how not to be such a disappointment.” Raucous laughter followed.
I frowned in their direction and saw that they did have a human with them: a pale and unassuming guy just a bit shorter and stockier than me. He looked annoyed by the comment, but not surprised.
When he walked over to me, I asked, “What’s that about?” The Armorlites were already ignoring him.
The guy sighed. “They heard a lot of stories about humans before they hired me, and I don’t meet their expectations.”
“What kind of stories?”
“Humans doing daring things, like running for hours to get medicine to dying people, catching a diseased rat before it infected an entire space station, throwing fruit at charging fauna hard enough to make it leave…” He ticked things off on his fingers. “Exorcizing a ghost, and riding a hoversled like a skateboard fast enough to catch a bomb before it blew up. How am I supposed to compete with that?” He threw his hands in the air.
“Um,” I said, putting down the snack I was still holding. “Would it make it better or worse to know those were all the same person?”
“What?”
“The rat wasn’t actually diseased, the ghost was a howling dog, and I didn’t know the thing was explosive when I rushed to catch it,” I said. “And I wasn’t the only person throwing things at the fauna.”
“What?” he repeated, with a spread-arms gesture that smacked into the shelf. Rubbing his hand, he asked, “That was all you?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “Unless there are other humans doing the same things, which is possible.”
He raked fingers through his hair, setting it at odd angles. “I can’t believe this. I’d tell them, but they’d just want to hire you instead.”
I rushed to assure him, “I’ve got a job already, and I don’t want to take yours.” I glanced over at the Armorlites, who were grabbing food and accessories. One clicked a flashlight on in another’s face, prompting curses from him and laughter from the others. That tracked from what I’d seen of Armorlite culture before. Toughness was important. Kindness, not so much. “What do you do for them?”
He sighed again. “Bookkeeping, officially. They needed somebody to handle the boring stuff like money and permits while they focus on hunting the biggest animals they can sell.”
“Gotcha. That sounds … exciting.”
“It’s not. It’s like going on a trip with my cousins again, except they’re even bigger and make fun of me for not having claws.”
“You’ve got other stuff going for you, though!” I said. “We just need to figure which of your differences they’ll respect most.”
“I’m all ears,” he said with a certain level of sarcasm. “Please tell me what about my fragile human physique will get me respect from the Mighty.”
Oh right, they did call themselves that. I’d almost forgotten. At least they were a straightforward species without a lot of mysterious depths.
“Well,” I said, thinking. “They like fighting. You’re more suited to stealth than they are, small enough to hide and do sneak attacks that they wouldn’t see coming. What if you introduced them to rubber band warfare, and sniped from hidden parts of the ship?”
“Nope,” he said. “That would just end with me cornered somewhere, and them showing off how even thin scales are tougher than my skin.”
“Good point. Oh! What kind of animals do they hunt? You said big ones, but do you know the specific names?” I got out my phone and brought up the database of known fauna that I’d talked Captain Sunlight into buying for me. As her own hired animal expert, it was really the kind of thing that I should have. My vet training on Earth only went so far.
“Uhhh, I think the last one was a treehorn,” he said. “Wait, they talked about going for Argoshan Dagger Birds next.”
“Right. Now what kind of noises do those make…” I typed quickly. Big creatures indeed, by the looks of it: Dagger Birds had prevented more than one colony from getting a foothold in the wilds of a nearby world, and were unlikely to stop being a threat anytime soon. I skimmed the rundown for the vocal files. “Here we go. Mating call.” Keeping the sound low enough for just us to hear, I played the croaking warble.
“Okay?” the guy said, confused.
“Can you imitate that?” I asked. “Give it a shot. Kinda like a frog. Woarrrk.”
Looking skeptical, he did. The expression on his face said he wasn’t impressed with his own efforts, but it sounded accurate enough to me.
“Great!” I said. “Give that a bit of practice, then you can go out with your crew and impress everybody by luring in some targets for them.”
“I could,” he said thoughtfully. “I usually stay on the ship while they’re hunting, but it might be worth a try. Can I have a copy of that sound for practice?”
He got out his own phone and I played it again so he could record it. The Armorlites were dumping things onto the front counter, ready to pay and leave. I caught sight of bright packaging that I recognized, and I had another idea.
“Thanks,” the guy said. “This might actually help. What was your name?”
“Robin Bennett,” I said with a belated handshake.
“Oscar Tennyson,” he replied. “Thanks for your help. Looks like I should grab my stuff and get going.”
“Before you go. See those tall cans with the purple labels?” I pointed at something the Armorlites were buying.
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever tried that?”
“No! They get wasted on it; I’ve steered far clear.”
I grinned with all my teeth. “That’s not alcohol. That’s caffeine.”
“What?”
“Humans can process caffeine better than most species on our own planet, and just about everybody in space. It’s a poison to most. It gets them super drunk, but for you—” I pointed at him with glee. “For you, it’s just a bit of energy. Pick your moment, then walk in casually while they’re getting wasted, and slam one down. See what happens.”
He was smiling now. “You’re sure? It’s really just caffeine? How much?”
“I checked into it before. One of those huge cans is like a watered-down coffee. These guys are absolute lightweights, and they don’t even know.”
He grinned to split his face. “That is the best news.”
One of them called for him to hurry up, and he bid me a quick goodbye before scampering off. I saw him grab food cubes, water, and a six-pack of caffeine, which he bundled onto the counter as the Armorlites headed out the door.
“Be right there! Just getting some stuff!”
They didn’t look, simply telling him not to waste any time. He smiled his way through the purchase.
Peeking over the shelves, I smiled too. Then I went back to my own purchases, with thoughts of getting an energy drink or two in his honor.
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These started as backstory tidbits for the main character from this book, and turned into a sprawling adventure series in their own right. The sequel book will feature a return of some familiar faces. And Patreon is coming soon — even the free tier will be a handy way to keep up with the ongoing shenanigans of this particular human in space.
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I'm a friend,
[Arthur/John - Part 1 - The Dark World] [Arthur/Adam Frye - Part 5 The Gift] [Arthur/Kayne - Part 20 The King] [Arthur/Noel - Part 35 The Deal]
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williamverse · 2 months
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There was a storm during my first journey to Dunwall. Thick dark clouds covering the skies, waves crushing into ship's sides. Standing on the ship's deck, I've witnessed something I'll never forget: a Leviathan, rising from the water's surface. It felt like for that spare moment the time had stopped. A giant whale-like creature cut through the water with his fins, glistening against the cloudy sky with his dark skin. Seagulls looked like nothing but countless specks floating around him. His powerful body was covered in countless scars with the sight of which I wondered: how many of them were left by other animals and how many - by humans? Beneath his skin - fat, powering his huge body. Hundreds of other whales were killed for that precious fat, later to be turned into whale oil, that would soon power one of the ships like the one I was boarding. But he was still alive, with his power still flowing through his body, only for him to use. How many nets has he torn? How many hooks had grappled his flesh and than torn out of it with a mighty tail's swing? How will he die: in whalers' hands, getting his flesh turned into food and his fat turned into fuel, or will he die of age, turning his body into a home for a new ecosystem? I saw his eyes, full of pain and hatred, but also of intelligence.
He had enough power to turn over the ship and drown everyone boarding it. But he didn't do that, diving back into the water and swimming away instead. Maybe, if he was trying to avenge himself and other whales, driven by hatred, he wouldn't be any better than humans? I didn't think about that back then, not how I think about it now, after all those years of trial my fate has set for me. In this realm I inherited Leviathan's philosophy.
[Excerpt from Lord-Protector's memoirs - by Corvo Attano]
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occidentaltourist · 4 months
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bbc: Some sweet #Silvacre content for your FYP ❤️
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nyabeilles · 8 months
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" there is a darkness in riverclan, closer than you think. " shadow, page 189
frostpaw ! wooo! someone give her a blanket and a break!
clanmao by @booksofstars, i really enjoyed using it to act like an obscure halo :)
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tswwwit · 26 days
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i have a counter argument to the 'only one person can boop bill' thing, mabel. she's the type of person to slap stickers on people, she would definitely be the type to also boop others occasionally and bill would be no exception. she probably doesn't do it to annoy bill like dipper would, but maybe as a form of a friendly gesture, kind of like those people who will lightly punch friends in the arm when they hang out.
You know what? Good point. Mabel would get away with more than most, as a fun-loving lady! Bill understands those impulses, and being a touchy person! He indulges in similar ones himself.
Though when Bill's not in the mood to be playful and gets booped anyway? The 'sister-in-law' status grants her considerable grace.
#answers#Though in addition to that - Mabel's general chaos and level of Fun Times is something Bill genuinely likes#Catch these two having one too many margaritas and slinging arms over each other's shoulders while singing too loud and off key#She'd have some leeway even without the brother situation#But Mabel gets a pass on things she normally wouldn't purely on the merit of 'this would piss off the spouse'#The thing about Bill is he's genuinely fun to party with - right up until he decides you're the pinata#Even now there are times when she thinks she's doing something 'cute' and Bill was NOT in the mood but just has to grin and bear it#Instead of breaking fingers one by one#Dipper is singular in his ability to get away with Pretty Much Everything#It's love yest but it's also communication and personality I'm afraid#If Bill DID call Dipper out on doing something Too Far he'd get an embarrassed and apologetic husband. With kisses of sorry.#Though in minor circumstances: he starts arguing with him#Turns out that bickering is a better way to deescalate with Bill than most other tactics and Dipper's a pro#Now Bill's gotta think semi-rationally to Win The Argument instead of acting on impulse.#And in the process of debate he not only: learns where his husband's coming from but has time to cool off#Congratulations Dipper! Your Nerdy Logic brain and ability to Rise to a Challenge prevent Bill from going immediately nuclear#Plus showing off that big sexy intellect of yours doesn't hurt#Whereas I see Mabel pushing one of Bill's few boundaries and then deflecting. She ain't great at conflict#Brushing it off and laughing; Jeez it was just for fun!! Lighten up already!#Exactly what Bill says when HE'S being a dick to someone!#Which is why he'd react Very Badly to that excuse#Ha ha! Fun! Of course Bill loves fun! You know what HE thinks is FUN#Barbecue. Flash-fried pork ribs. Where's that stupid pig#Dipper has to disarm that particular bomb and I highly doubt it's a pleasant process
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chaifighter · 1 year
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With each new volume, I am consistently so impressed with the TAZ graphic novels from an adapational perspective. Eleventh Hour is a long arc, with a lot of material to cover, and they managed to not only seamlessly trim it without sacrificing an ounce of its charm, but also add depth to the existing characters (that first conversation with Ren!!! I could write a whole mini essay on that conversation alone) while smoothly integrating additional material from the interludes into the main story a diagetic and meaningful way. I'm just so impressed, it's such a great example of storytelling and adaptation and working to your medium. It's so well made. I can't wait for Suffering Game
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aita-alternia · 7 months
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Hellø. trøll whø accidentally killed the fuschiabløød here. It seems the majørity is headed in the "YTA" directiøn. This has made me realize that I døn't care about the øpiniøns øf trølls øn the internet. Mainly because I am gøing tø find a way to make his bløød my bløød. say hellø tø yøur søøn tø be newest heir tø the thrøne øf alternia via bløød altering. Will see yøu all in trøll hell & thank yøu tø my suppørters. Will be abølishing the caste system. yøure welcome alternia
HOLY FUCK ^NON IS GOING TO BE SO CULLED BY THE END OF THE PERIGEE M^RK MY WORDS
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some comments on a youtube clip of the garashir first meeting scene
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storm-of-feathers · 7 months
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damn why did i stop being an alcoholic being drunk rules actually i dont feel a single OUNCE of my burdens. i just feel the wine. and its pink.
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booasaur · 8 months
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Remy & Arletta (2023)
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harrowharksoup · 8 months
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It’s not Bury Your Gays if a bunch of them die tragically but everyone’s gay 😭💀
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sysig · 4 months
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I somehow forgot how fun Spider Bites is to draw ♥ (Patreon)
#Doodles#Just Desserts#Villainsona#Spider Bites#She is so fun to draw!! She is so cute!! I love her!!#How did I get her design So Right immediately uhghhgh save some for later past me lol - like for the TVAU! Come on! Lol#Honestly tho I just jkdflsafd I know she's designed exactly to my own tastes by design but her design balance! I love her!#Okay enough gushing for now lol (Never! Her stripes and glasses and four eyes and arms <3 <3)#There are actually Some things that I feel could use improvement lol - her legs being a standout#I wasn't very careful with her joints in some of my early doodles of her - I can't tell if she has two or three joints in her legs#Knee and ankle definitely but it almost looks like there's another joint in some of her early doodles! It's a bit hard to parse#She's very cute no matter what I think the extra joint Can look cool I'm just not sure what to do with it :0#I like her anatomy to be a bit unique but how bend what bend?? I've never tried making a skeletal deconstruction of her design haha#Might be fun :) Weird skull - elbows - legs hehe#I still haven't drawn what her second set of eyes would look like it's a mystery to me as well#Silly stretchy in the middle there lol - stretching is a sign of affection! Haha#And a couple of the Queens since they appeared in one of her previous sets but have Actually been designed now!#Queen Charlotte has had the most noticeable design whatevers - additions and changes lol#She wears her hair in a bun in the EPAU :) It's harder to change her wife's look what with her having short hair to start haha#They're both a bit less smiley tho ouò It's a little more serious ♪#Ending off and another design element that I'm not fully satisfied with around Spider Bites - her wings :P#I do like the idea of them being less stable than either individual Charm but completely disconnected from her body? Hmmm#Dunno dunno. Wanna give it a bit more thought and take another crack at it#She looks pleased tho hehe ♥ Very powerful! Very strong and capable! Self-confident! Love her ♪
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ottoslab · 9 months
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“It doesn’t make sense for xyz character to be fat because xyz reason in the story” I dont care i dont care you can do whatever you want when you make stories and characters why would you purposefully choose to ignore that when making characters. It doesn’t make sense for teenagers to be the sole fighting force of New York City it doesn’t make sense to swing on webs due to your fucking mutated spider genes . A character can be fat. A character should be allowed to be fat.
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prisma-palace · 9 months
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when i first saw scars pirate skin i thought he was wearing a skirt so have a scar in a skirt
ive been forgetting to post this 💔💔 click on it for better quality bc tumblr hates me
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