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we are only a few years away from seeing the most talented programmer-archaeologists to ever exist, but they will converse with us only in skibidi toilet references. we have doomed ourselves to this fate
Angry/horrified rescuer dialogue
"I swear to God, if Whumpee dies after all this, you don't wanna know what I'm gonna do to [whumper]."
"What kind of sick fuck thinks of that?"
"I hope to God they left a trail, because I'll fucking follow it to hell."
"Fucking hell," rescuer mutters, "I'm going to drink until I forget this. Who the hell does this to a human being?"
// after they manage to sedate Whumpee who was screaming in agony //
"Jesus Christ. At least they’re not screaming anymore."
"God, that sound's gonna stick with me forever."
"Finally. They’re out. If I had to hear them scream like that one more second..." *trails off*
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whumptober 2
trust issues
I have never done whumptober so hopefully I'm doing this right. If I need to add more tw lmk
tw canon dead family members
The necklace an Avgin holds dear
Kakavasha’s knee is bleeding, hands scraped up, stomach pooled with dread. His mother’s necklace dangles in front of his face. They are taller than him, taunting him with his necklace right out of reach. They’re laughing at him and he hates them for it. That’s his mother’s. How dare they take it.
A bet. He won the bet. And yet he's still here, searching for his mother's necklace because those shitty Katicans decided to throw his necklace away instead of just handing it to him. Those bastards. So now here he is. Way after dark, searching the ground for even the smallest glimmer.
“Are you searching for this?” A curious voice asks from the dark. Kakavasha looks up, sees a girl about his age, perched on a stone, necklace grasped tightly in her fingers. It glints in the moonlight, his mother's lovely necklace unmistakable.
“Yeah, it's my mother's.”
She looks at it. “It's beautiful.” She throws it, and Kakavasha scrambles to get it, almost dropping it. He breathes a sigh of relief as soon as he has it savely grasped between his fingers.
“My name is Saori by the way.”
“..Kakavasha.”
Saori smiles, let's out a little laugh. “You're funny for an Avgin.”
She hops down, landing almost completely silently. Her eyes meet his and she smirks before turning around and walking into the fog with a casual handwave and a “See ya!”
“What were you thinking!”
Kakavasha’s sister is standing over him, fussing over his wounds. She presses a cotton swab to a cut on his forehead and Kakavasha flinches from the sting.
He looks down. He didn't mean to worry her.
“It's mother's necklace…” he mumbles in a small voice. After every disaster that struck and everything they lost, it is the last thing he still has of her, the last thing to remember her by. Losing it would feel like losing a piece of his soul.
His sister sighs. “I know.”
She combs her hand through Kakavasha's hair, regards him with a look too fond. “But I would trade the necklace in a heartbeat to make sure you are safe.”
Everything is burning. Sweltering heat, a world in flames. He doesn't hear screams, and it scares him. Nothing but the raging fire, eating away at everything it touches, and laughs, mocking, loud, scary. His home is just a heap of ash, ruined beyond repair. Where is his sister? She was supposed to be home but he can't see her anywhere. Darkness and flames everywhere he looks. It’s too hot, his eyes are burning as he scans his surroundings for any sign of life, for any sign of his sister.
Something catches his eyes, a glimmer in all that chaos. Not of fire or coal, and not of embers either. He crouches down, uncaring for the heat blasting at his face.
It’s the necklace.
His mothers necklace.
The necklace his sister was wearing.
He runs. Tears in his eyes, blindly away from the carnage. The necklace is grabbed tightly in his hands, determined to never let go.
He doesn’t think. He cannot think about it.
His legs are burning and yet he still runs. His lungs are screaming at him to stop but he doesn’t. He runs away into the night, away from the heat that sealed the fate of all he holds dear.
His legs give out. He stumbles, falls, too weak to continue running.
He tries regardless, suppressing a scream when pain shoots through his hand when he braces himself against the ground.
Kakavasha's shivering, what before was sweltering heat has now become the icy night wind. A cough wracks his frame, all consuming as ash and smoke is forced out of his lungs.
He's exhausted, but he knows if he doesn't find shelter he won't survive the harsh conditions of the desert.
He would die, exactly like his…
Kakavasha suppresses the thought.
“Huh, I didn't expect to see you here, Kakavasha.”
A curious voice calls out from above.
Kakavasha looks up. It's that Katican girl who gave him mother's necklace back, Saori.
“Saori? What are you doing here?”
Saori laughs, that sweet laugh she did last time too.
“I live here, silly. I heard something and I came here to investigate. Never thought I'd run into you again.”
She lives here? Oh no, this can only mean this is..
“This is Katican territory?” Kakavasha can't hide the slight shiver in his voice. Only the Katicans would've layn siege to their home, only the Katicans would've burned everything down.
The men in black were supposed to protect them on this most sacred of days but they didn't. And now there is no one else in this world Kakavasha can trust on.
“It sure is! I'm surprised you ran this far. Shouldn't you be at home right now?”
Home.. he doesn't have a home anymore.
“Saori, do you have anywhere I could stay, just for a night? I promise I won't cause any trouble, but if I stay out here I will freeze to death.”
He sees pity in her eyes and a flicker of something else he can't decipher. Her voice is softer now, almost a whisper.
“Of course. It would be rude of me to have you walk all that way back again,” she jokes but it falls flat.
Saori isn't deterred. She stands abruptly, a spring in her steps, as she motions Kakavasha to follow.
“Come along, there is a place not too far from here you can stay.”
Kakavasha wills his legs to obey him, stumbling after Saori, doing his best not to pass out from exhaustion.
“I’ll find you something to eat, okay?”
Saori sounds concerned for him and Kakavasha just nods, too exhausted to do much of anything else.
He's nestled between two boxes, but it's warm and he is protected from the weather.
He almost dozed off when Saori comes back bringing soup.
“So,” she plops down, sitting cross legged across from him.
“What do you plan to do afterwards?”
Kakavasha swallows a spoonful of soup.
“I don't know yet. Travel to the city, leave the planet if I can, I guess.”
For a while they sit there in silence until Saori pipes up again.
“You’re wearing the necklace.”
Instinctively Kakavasha brings his hand up to his chest, touching the pendulum with his fingers.
“How could I not? It’s the only thing I still have of home.”
“It was your mothers, yes?” She has a curious look about her, regarding the necklace with wonder in her eyes.
“It was.”
Kakavasha remembers what his sister told him. “I would trade the necklace in a heartbeat to make sure you are safe.”
It wasn’t a very valuable necklace, it would be hard to sell, seeing as not many would be willing to bargain with an Avgin, but it could still get him in trouble.
He needs to make sure his journey onward goes smoothly, he cannot stay on this planet, that much is clear. He was lucky enough to find one kind person but he doesn’t doubt his luck will run out soon.
He wants to make sure the necklace is in a safe place.
“Here. I want you to take it.”
Saori’s eyes widen, a baffled expression taking root.
“Huh? Really? You’re giving it to me?”
Her eyes sparkle as Kakavasha puts it on her.
“Yes. We’re friends, aren’t we?” He smiles. “Besides. It looks way better on you.”
Kakavasha wakes up to a light beam hitting him directly in the eyes. He groans, trying to shield his face, groggy and confused, trying to make sense of his surroundings.
What’s going on?
“Is that the individual you were talking about?” An unfamiliar man's voice asks.
“Yes. I caught him breaking in last night.” Saori answers.
Saori? Didn’t she agree to help him?
He doesn’t have time to contemplate the situation as rough hands pull him up and secure his hands behind his back, uncaring for his flinch as pain shoots through his wrist.
He can finally see clearly enough to make out Saori, grinning cockily, flanked by two men in black.
“Saori? I thought you..” She cuts him off, a sneer on her lips.
“What? You really thought that shitty necklace could buy my silence? What are you gonna tell me next? That you thought we were friends?”
“But..” Kakavasha tries to resist the men pulling him along, to try to turn back around to Saori, but he can’t do anything, hopelessly overpowered.
The last thing he can see is Saori’s smile and his mother’s necklace dangling from her fingers.
That was the last time Aventurine ever trusted someone. That was the last time Aventurine ever let someone toy with him. You have to think five steps ahead if you want to survive. He may be a gambler, but every move he makes, every step he takes is carefully calculated to fit him.
“Go ahead, use me as you wish, even stab me in the back if you see fit. I don’t make deals that don’t pay off.”
He doesn’t trust anyone anymore, but a gamble? That’s something he can get behind. He’ll strut around like a peacock if that means his targets behave the way he want them to.
Still… Necklaces are the one jewelry he won’t adorn himself with anymore.
I'm a little surprised that my ancient naughty writing here is still getting an occasional like. I'm more shocked that it wasn't purged by tumblr ages ago. Hi all!
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Aww, cute
tim drake’s snapchat is 90% him making bruce wayne do normal middle-class american things and filming the results. popular youtube compilations include the one where they’re at denny’s at two in the morning and tim keeps trying to get bruce to order a moon over my hammy just so he’ll have to say it, the one where they’re at disneyworld and bruce gets increasingly frazzled culminating in him actually physically picking up gaston for reasons no one can entirely recall, and everyone’s favorite series “bruce wayne doesn’t understand walmart”
having thought about it the best part is probably when a pranking fails because bruce has such a bizarre patchwork of knowledge/skills and it does not occur to him to hide most of it. tim puts a ghost pepper in bruce’s food but bruce just eats it like nothing is wrong. the same thing happens with the chocolate-covered crickets. it turns out bruce can lick his own elbow. bruce can lasso a runaway robot lawnmower like it’s a calf at a rodeo. whenever tim expresses shock that bruce knows how to do something he says “i did go to college, tim” as if that explains anything and it becomes a meme. whenever anyone does something fucking absurd it just gets tagged “i did go to college, tim”.
The camera came uncomfortably close to the face of a man ignoring it. He was very good at it. He was reading a book about, of all things, the history of denim. It was not the sort of book that made it easy to ignore cameras, but he remained stoic.
The caption said helpfully: [been doing this for 30 mins]
“Bruce. Bruce. Bruce. We need to go Walmart. Bruce. I need it.”
“Ask Alfred.”
→→→
“It’s a surprise for Alfred.”
“You can’t surprise Alfred.”
“Bruce, please.”
→→→
“It’s not a matter of permission, I’m saying you literally can’t surprise Alfred.”
→→→
[he hates when i say that]
“Bruuuuce.”
“No.”
“This is bullroar.”
Bruce finally set down his book with an expression of the most profound disgust.
→→→
[oh no now we’ll be here all day]
“—either curse or don’t, just commit one way or the other instead of—”
→→→
The camera took its time panning over a black BMW.
“Can I drive?”
“No.”
→→→
[after this he took away my music privileges]
Bruce was driving, looking stoic again. His face lent itself well to stoicism. The radio played, at high volume, “Sandstorm” by Darude.
→→→
“I’ll play something different this time.”
“You had your chance and you blew it on a meme.”
→→→
[SJGJDH;FUKC 😂😂😂]
“I’m boooored.”
“Hi, bored,” Bruce said, eyes still on the road, and Tim groaned loudly. “I don’t give a shit.”
The view shifted and audio clattered as Tim dropped the phone, barking a laugh.
→→→
The phone was wobbly as Tim followed Bruce into the store. “Can I get a trampoline?” he asked, camera pointed to one outside the store.
“We have three trampolines.”
“But I want that one.”
→→→
They were in the chip aisle. “Have you ever had a Dorito? One Dorito? In your whole life?”
“I am a person. I eat food for people.”
→→→
The camera followed a bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos into the cart.
“We’re not getting those.”
“We need to get sour cream, too.”
“No.”
“You’ll love it.”
“No.”
→→→
Tim had put the seatbelt of the cart’s seat, intended for toddlers, around a giant plastic jar of orange cheese puffs.
“I thought you were getting something for Alfred.”
“I’m getting groceries while we’re here.”
“None of this is food.”
→→→
[$3 pickles blowing his mind rn]
Bruce was holding a gallon jar of pickles with an expression of incredulity.
“—costs extra to not waste food?”
“It’s Walmart.”
“Even taking into account the economies of scale—”
→→→
[putting his degree to use in the pickle aisle]
“—it just makes no sense even as a loss leader, unless the goal is to drive the competition out of business and hope they don’t go bankrupt in the—”
→→→
[i think he’s buying a pickle company??]
Bruce had every appearance of furiously texting on his phone, or possibly composing emails.
→→→
[lmao he did]
Bruce was now on his phone, looking impassive as ever as he contemplated the giant jar of pickles.
“—the business itself is perfectly sound. Yes. Obviously. Dead serious. Look, if you—”
→→→
Tim put a gallon jug of ranch dressing into the cart.
“Absolutely not.”
→→→
Tim was in the frozen section, his reflection visible in the glass.
“I bet Alfred would love some pizza rolls.”
“Your lies demean us both, Tim.”
→→→
Bruce was standing in the toy aisle, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I understand the concept of blind boxes perfectly well, thank you.”
“Then why are you acting confused?”
“Why does Thomas the Tank Engine—”
→→→
[🌈🌈🌈]
Bruce was making a face of disgruntled bafflement at a display of baby clothes.
“—disturbed by the amount of aggressive heterosexuality being foisted on these babies.”
“Yeah,” Tim agreed. “What about the gay babies?”
“I can’t tell if you’re joking but I’m unironically concerned.”
→→→
[gotham pride]
The camera panned over a display of hero-themed hats. Most of the Batman hats had sold out, while the Superman display was nearly full. It panned back to Bruce, who was taking a picture with his own phone.
“Who you texting it to?”
“Friend in Metropolis.”
“Metropolis sucks.”
“Yes. Yes it does.”
→→→
[no escape]
The camera peered out slowly from behind a clothing display. Bruce was surrounded by enthusiastic and friendly women. It was impossible to tell what they were talking about.
→→→
[???]
Bruce was holding a dress up against himself. The women around him seemed delighted and were nodding their approval.
→→→
[i’ll strike while he’s distracted]
Tim dropped another two four-movie collections of Shrek on top of the considerable pile he’d already amassed. He panned up to check that Bruce had not caught him before grabbing another.
→→→
[busted]
While Bruce put DVDs back on the shelf, Tim surreptitiously grabbed a Shrek coloring book.
→→→
[he’s gonna get a fish]
Bruce was frowning at the wall of fishtanks in silence. Finally he said, “These fish are very unhealthy.”
→→→
[HE’S BUYING ALL THE FISH]
The man attempting to help Bruce looked baffled. Bruce gestured to the entire display of fish with a nod. The man shook his head. Tim brought his phone close to a betta, blue and red with a tattered and graying tail.
“We’re here to save you,” Tim stage-whispered to it.
→→→
Bruce was now engrossed in conversation with multiple employees.
“—if I bought some tanks — they’re much too small but as a temporary measure — we could transfer them directly and it might be less distressing for the fish.”
“Maybe I could get one of the big dolly carts from the back?” one young man suggested.
→→→
The low camera angle suggested Tim was trying to be surreptitious.
“—for trying to unionize is completely against the law,” Bruce was saying, his voice low. He was helping three other employees transfer fish into large plastic tanks.
“At-will employment,” one woman said.
“We’d have to prove that was why they fired us,” someone clarified. “Otherwise they can say it was for no reason.”
“You’re shitting me.”
→→→
“—fucking with my hours hoping I’ll quit.”
“What? Why?”
“If they fired me, they’d have to pay unemployment.”
“That’s why they won’t let me work full-time.”
“What the fuck.”
→→→
[omg he’s stealing the employees now]
“—in Gotham, but there’s more opportunities outside of manufacturing if you’re willing to move.”
“Wait, so do you mean like for management?”
“No, no, that’s the starting wage for someone working assembly, quality control, that kind of thing. We’re all unionized, none of this at-will bullshit.”
“So if I—”
→→→
The woman from earlier was showing Bruce her phone while the others continued moving fish.
“You painted this?” Bruce asked. She nodded. “That’s fantastic. Are you showing it anywhere? I know a guy with a gallery — actually I know pretty much everyone with an art gallery in Gotham. I think I have a friend who’d really love this, if you don’t mind me making some calls for you.”
→→→
Four more employees had joined the menagerie.
“—almost always hiring in Gotham. People are always moving to cities with fewer evil clowns.” Everyone laughed. Tim snorted. “Employee insurance totally covers acts of supervillainy, though.”
→→→
[trying to crush the revolution]
The employees had not dispersed. In the distance, someone managerial was talking to Bruce. He looked much less amused than Bruce did.
→→→
[THEY CALLED THE COPS]
Tim had switched to the selfie camera, his face pure glee. He turned bodily to show the employees wheeling out tanks of fish out of the store, police lights in the parking lot.
“The manager tried to make Bruce leave but he insisted on paying for his fish and he wouldn’t stop giving people better jobs so the guy said it was corporate espionage and threatened to call the cops and Bruce called his bluff so he did it.”
→→→
[WE’RE BANNED FROM WALMART FOREVER]
Bruce was laughing with the police officers about something. The manager from earlier had been joined by men in suits. None of them looked happy. Some of the employees from earlier were yelling and flipping them off. One man pulled off the shirt of his uniform and started setting it on fire.
→→→
Bruce was on the phone in the parking lot.
“They’re small, most of them are tropical. You can figure out what they are when you get here. How is that racist? I’m not suggesting you already know them, I’m well aware you don’t personally know every single fish—”
→→→
“Either you take these fish or I toss them in the sewer and Killer Croc can eat them. It will be a merciful death compared to what they were getting. It doesn’t matter where I found them.”
→→→
[i’m not allowed near toxic waste]
Tim held the betta from earlier in front of his phone, bringing it dangerously close to Bruce’s face. Bruce had hung up, but seemed to be dialing another number.
“I’m keeping this one,” Tim said.
“Fine.”
“If I drop him in toxic waste do you think he’ll get powers?”
“We’ve already had this discussion.”
→→→
[the pettiest man in gotham]
Bruce was on the phone again, looking out at the empty field beside the Walmart parking lot.
“Yeah, just buy the whole thing. Yeah. Absolutely sure. Green Market’s doing good, we’ll build another one of those. Can we put up a billboard while it’s under construction? A really big billboard.”
→→→
“First of all, if it’s in writing, it’s libel. Second, figures taken directly from their report to shareholders aren’t defamatory. What’s the most they could even sue me for? See, that’s nothing. Bad PR for them, good for us, it's—”
→→→
Tim had switched to the selfie camera again, and was using a sparkling purple filter that made his eyes look huge. He backed into Bruce so that Bruce’s face would be in the shot. “Bruce, look! You’re a pretty pretty princess!”
Bruce raised an eyebrow as he looked at his face on the screen. “I’m always a pretty princess,” he said seriously.
→→→
[he picked the music this time]
Bruce was driving again. He was listening to 100 Little Curses without any apparent irony. This did not mean there wasn’t any irony.
→→→
[i named him wally]
The Walmart betta was now in a tank that held at least a hundred gallons. His underwater castle was resplendent. His tail had grown in, a shimmering gradient of red and blue. Bruce could be seen in the background through the tank, sitting on the couch and reading a book.
Wow OK Keith whatever
Big muscle trans girls
reblog if you agree.
I heard U were talking about me?
Holy shit. :3
@thirty-helens @lady-feral
Fine, fine. I’ll play.
YESSSSS
Can I play?
I may not be as impressive as the other wonderful women in this post, but I still have some muscle!
I reblogged this post yesterday or the day before thinking something along the lines of “wow these women are so gorgeous and ripped and I wish my muscles were that big but since then these pictures came into existence
and like maybe this post is EXACTLY where I belong.
Look at these strong ass women!
My poor gay heart can’t handle this. I am smol, throw me over your shoulder and carry me to Valhalla.
I’ve never seen women like me represented before!! This is me!
AHHH YOUR MUSCLES ARE SO NICE
They are all so strong and beautiful and I am DEAD.
I’m crying, all of these ladies are so fucking gorgeous. This is the content that needs to be on my dash.
$10 sketches - 5/200
*EDIT: Every reblog helps! If you’re not interested in a sketch, would you please reblog so your followers see too? Thank you!*
I’m in desperate need of funds to help pay off some growing bills. Any help would be appreciated!
I need to sell at least 200 fullbody sketches in order to meet my goal, but I can also add color, do couples, anything!
DO’S: Couples, Fursonas (still practicing), NSFW, etc. DONT’S: ask to be sure!
$10 for a sketch, like above + $5 for color Couple pieces also available for an additional $10!
Pay in advance with paypal here ! Want something else, or to pay after the picture is finished? Check out my store!
Note to self: save up and spam this artist with comms.
Need help! (Roommate/rent)
Brief: I live in Newberg, OR, a town a short drive from Portland, OR and am in desperate need of a roommate and/or help with bills/rent. One of our roommates is leaving while two of us are still looking for work, and we had someone ready to move in to help…but now they can’t, so we’re scrambling. So if any of my friends here (or anyone you guys know!) is looking to move to a nice little town within a 30 min drive to Portland, message me. Must be LGBT accepting and cat friendly. We don’t smoke but don’t care if you do in your room. OR if you’d like to help with this sudden financial crisis, I am TAKING COMMISSIONS at the moment. Or donations help too, signal boosting, any little bit can help.
Send asks for any questions…thanks in advance u beautiful ppl!
A Sand Flea Breakthrough
A Sand Flea Breakthrough
esAfter writing the second draft of the Sand Flea for my first National Novel Writing Month, I’ve been stuck. I tried to rewrite this problem story in Camp NaNoWriMo, but it wasn’t to be, and I failed utterly, despite being psyched up for the challenge. However, after Two years, I feel I am ready to look at it with fresh eyes, and I realize something. Ask is the protagonist, but that doesn’t…
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I have to do Emergency Commissions~
PRICES:
black and white for 5 dollars
flat colors for 10 dollars
and shaded for 15 dollars
please anything will help
either email me at [email protected]
or send an ask if you’re interested. thank you
Editing Day 8
I got nothing done yesterday, and I’m halfway convinced the frightening dream I had yesterday morning was some sort of unconscious punishment for that. Mostly because the idea is silly as heck.
Anyway, I’m exhausted mentally. I look at large clusters of words and my vision blurs. I’m going to recharge as much as possible before the team-editing starts. I’ll keep you posted.
I recently…
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Editing Day 6
I feel like I’m still asleep. I’ll do what I can, but so far today, any time I try to concentrate on something, I end up on imgur, even when I exit the browser tab. Hopefully getting something to eat helps with this, but if not, one day of no work in nearly a month probably won’t hurt me– though the idea rankles.
My plan to get over this? Give in for a bit to my urges, get something to eat,…
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Editing Day Five
I think I have the day number correct.
Anyway! I did finish editing a 3k-word-long scene yesterday. It dragged on and on, so I believe I need to trim and shorten any scene over 3k words– that, or inject more interest and tension. Something about the whole thing is off, and I don’t want my readers to have to feel like they’re slogging through it– though that fix may come in the next step of…
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