yo everyone writing anything napoleonic-naval-warfare-flavored
or just interested in the general awareness and treatment of scurvy, check this shit out.
I totally thought the antiscorbutic citrus thing was A Thing when it apparently wasnāt, and also I had no idea of the difference between lemon juice and lime juice in terms of protective value.Ā
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Pacific Rim (2013)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Hermann Gottlieb/Vanessa Gottlieb
Characters: Hermann Gottlieb, Vanessa Gottlieb
Additional Tags: Stargazing, Moving Away, First Kiss, Backstory
Summary:
Vanessa is perched in the tree outside your window (what is she doing thatās so dangerous). āWe wanted to stargaze, and the sky hasnāt been properly clear for a month.ā She opens the bag and tilts it for you to see. āI brought my skymap book, and I did up a torch with red cellophane like Mr. Dugan said you should for night vision. Cāmon, we might not have another chance.ā
Sheā¦
She isnāt wrong about that.
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hey gracegotbuns remember like a year ago when i said iād write you a stargazing thing and then that never happened? i was going through my drafts folder and found the thing and remembered and finally finished it. sorry about that. also sorry it turned out angsty i was going for fluff but then sads happened? but we all know they get a happy ending irl so thatās okay probably. i am very tired so i will end ramble and probably go to bed.
a heads up: in the interests of not getting sucked into scrolling my dash on the occasion that i log in to check something i am ruthlessly unfollowing most of who iād been following (iāll likely just unfollow all of them eventually, but some i want to bookmark to check up on occasionally). if i have unfollowed you, it is nothing personal!
got manga studio! behold the inaugural doodle, a sketch of new fantrolls (purple is Gillis, teal is Cipher). i am not settled on walrusdad for gillis, but walruses are p cute so hey weāll see. also i realize now that i forgot the tusks oops. XP
these nerds are gonna be the tech support of the rebellion, both being staunch signlessists despite their high caste status.
Northern France, 1944
The air of the battlefield was full. Full of explosions. Full of their thunderous echoes. Full of bullets and shrapnel. Dirt. Blood. Screams. Fear. Death.
The air was thick with the souls of the fallen, and were the Valkyrie here to gather warriors for Odinās Einherjar she would reap a rich harvest indeed. But no, her appointed task was far less easy. Far more... vexing.
āBut why canāt I choose from the shieldmaidens of Asgard? What benefit could mortals possibly afford us?ā
The All-Mother smiled, mischief in her eyes belying wisdom.Ā āI have my reasons. The time is nigh to when the Valkyrior must ride again. Youāve put your task off long enough.ā
The angry tension holding the Valkyrieās every sinew tight betrayed her insolence.Ā
āChild, thereās a war on down there. If you canāt find any worthy women, itās because you arenāt looking.ā
āWhere exactly would you have me start searching? War engulfs all their realm now, or so Iāve heard.ā
The smile returns, wider.Ā āSimple - follow the explosions.ā She flicks her hands open gleefully.Ā āKa-boom!ā
So the Valkyrie strides invisible through the battle, watching doubtfully for a worthy shieldmaiden to show herself. Muffled swearing from a ditch catches her attention.
Two women hunker there, one pale and almost waifish, the other slightly darker and more muscular with hair shorn short. The shorn one answers the swarms of bullets flying past with volleys of her own. The pale crawls up the ditch from scouting.Ā āThose smegs have us surrounded!ā
āThen we make an opening.ā They meet eyes for a moment. Then as one they dart along the ditch, hunkered low for cover. Some yards down, Shorn fires on their hidden hordes of enemies, Pale moves ahead, fires forwards to try to clear a path. Suppressive fire and sharpshooting, and they cut themselves a hole into the woods between them and their people. They run. Their enemies pursue. The Valkyrie follows.
A bullet clips the pale oneās leg. She cries out, but keeps running. They are almost clear of the trees.
The next bullet rips through her chest.
Shorn half-drags Pale behind a felled tree, puts pressure on the wound.Ā āStay with me, Angharad.ā
Angharad wheezes. Blood oozes out between her lips. With one shaky hand she draws a packet out of her coat.Ā āTake it. Dammit, Jobassa, take it.ā She stops, catches her breath, reddened teeth clenched in pain.Ā āThey need this intel.ā
Jobassa looks conflicted for just a second, then takes the packet, tucks it safely in her own coat.
āIāll buy you time,ā Angharad bites out as the other props her against a tree. She gets her gun up.Ā āGo.ā
Jobassa moves, stops. Plants a kiss on the otherās cheek and runs.
When Angharadās soul slips from her body, still angry with battle-fury, she looks up and sees the Valkyrie.Ā āYou watch her. You get her home safe.ā
Even the Valkyrie canāt help but be cowed, just a little, by the fire in her eyes.Ā āIām no guardian spirit, lady.ā
Angharadās soul slips away to Valhalla before she can respond. The Valkyrie has made her mind up already, however. In one smooth movement she whirls and fires arrows into the hearts of pursuing soldiers. She had found the first of her Valkyrior.
do you know what time it is friends it is ILL-CONCEIVED WRITING EXPERIMENT TIME
i am hashing out a mmfr/marvel crossover. it is complicated because of course it is, this is why i canāt have nice things. which is to say, the most dead-obvious cast insertions are thus: furiosa becomes the winter soldier, and the valkyrie becomes the (other) valkyrie. each of these on their own could work pretty easily. both together? probably not a good life decision. i am doing it anyway.
so iām gonna write pieces to try to hash out my vague ideas (something something letās rip off the plot of fearless defenders and awkwardly superimpose it on mcu winter soldier but also make shit up wholesale regarding the infinity stones and i have no idea what iām doing but itāll probably be pretty cool if i manage to pull it off), and iām gonna post these super rough bits here because idk i want attention.Ā ĀÆ\_(ć)_/ĀÆ
in addition to the above - eventual furiosa/valkyrie, immortan joe is the red skull, the keeper is tentatively the all-mother, i guess the organic mechanic being zola makes sense?? toast and capable probably join the valkyrior. working title isĀ āplus all the ones i forgotā. as this would imply itās prolly gonna mostly focus on furiosa.
i guarantee nothing re: writing quality of the snippets, nor cohesiveness of them as a group. also donāt assume that pieces will be in order. or show up in the final thing if that ever actually happens. um. yeah. this is probably a bad idea but iām doing it anyway. hopefully it will be fun. first piece will go up in a few once i check it over for grammar etc. itās actually val-centric, since iām working out backstory of how she met furiosa.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Bƫor, Finrod
Additional Tags: crackfic, Weird Elf Biology, you know how elves can walk on snow without sinking for some reason?, here's a really dumb explanation for that
Summary:
Finrod turned back to the entrance, gave a measured look at the snow, then knelt down to undo some small buckles on his boots. Beor stared as they expanded forward and sideways to almost twice their breadth. āYou have snowshoes built into your boots.ā
Finrod frowned over the new word. ā...Snowshoes? Snowshoesā¦. Oh! My feet.ā
I don't e-socialize enough to say 'keep in touch' but I am totally here for any content you DO post in the future, and I hope the internship goes well!
forgetisawyouā replied to your postĀ āheads upā
Thanks for the update and I hope your internship is going well. *hugs*
thanks guys!
hauntedjaegerā replied to your postĀ āheads upā
I feel like we've emailed before but I might be wrong and I can't find you in my contacts now. Askbox me?
i askboxed you my email. hopefully tumblr did not eat it. (if it did iāll try again)
yall may have noticed my near total absence the last few weeks? this started because moving and subsequently being without wifi for a few days, and then continued partly bc 9-5 internship.
but the other part is because i am pretty sick of this awful blue hellscape, for a variety of reasons. :/
this is not an āi am leaving tumblrā notice because iām not. yet? not exactly. if nothing else this is a good place to share my fic and stuff, and there are some cool people here. but i donāt really want to be active on tumblr again bc more than not it is a waste of time and of spoons. i may experiment with ways of still using the site while avoiding what makes it such a time/spoon drain, but letās be real i donāt social enough through this that it really matters if i check in much. (that said, if you do wanna keep in touch, i would exchange emails or whatever, just ask. i might not get back quickly bc iāve been checking in very infrequently, but i will look occasionally)
so yeah. iām not gonna delete since i have a bunch of reference stuff reblogged iād rather not lose links to. expect to see ao3 links to new stuff (i have three drafts coming along nicely, one is for a monthly thing so that should happen in the next two weeks), maybe some meta posts if i actually write the things iāve been meaning to. but not a lot else.