A story is entertainment. A story is a life lesson. A story gains sympathy, garners respect, engenders disgust. Stories play through the entire range of emotion, effect us deeply and leave us thinking. Stories shape our lives, we formulate them in our silences and share them in our words. Stories are very powerful things, they are a way of life that has lasted for centuries. Some people say that you never truly die until nobody knows that you lived. Stories are what keep the memory alive. Stories are what brought our ancestors close around the fire, sharing some of their food with a stranger who did not in any way participate in the quest for sustenance. They did this because the stranger walked in the midst of them and told stories. Wonderous descriptions of a mighty mountain engulfed in flame, Dramatic tales of the battle of gods in the clouds, of whole lands consumed by massive walls of water. Stories of danger and disaster, adventure and woe. Stories of Life and Love. I tell stories. We all do, wether it be through sculpture, dance, acting, writing, song, or any other number of methods. My preferred methods are prose and poetry, and this blog is where you will find posts of blurbs, short stories, poems, and the occasional image. I hope you enjoy.
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Ocean
go to this random coordinates generator and say in the tags how you would fare if you were dropped where it generates without warning. i’ll go first i’d be dropped in the middle of the fucking south atlantic ocean and perish
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Sherlock Holmes and the hound with a basketball or something I haven’t read that one
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it’s quick, it’s easy and it’s free: pouring river water in your socks
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Animorphs really has a way to turn every scifi trope on its head. "Why do alien invasions always start in America?" Actually the body snatchers first landed in a Middle Eastern farming community where they kidnapped the first guy they saw, read his mind, and concluded that, since he was terrified of the US soldiers who had brutally destroyed everything he knew and loved, the US would be the ideal place to center their invasion. This is revealed in the spin-off "Visser" which is an excellent stand-alone book that can be read without any prior knowledge of Animorphs. And you can read it for free and with the author's blessing right here:
https://files.animorphsfanforum.com/ebooks/pdf/Visser.pdf
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Every day feels like sieging enemy castle with no trebuchet
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Storms and Urge
Padme Amidala opened her office door, and tried to show only the smile as her reaction to her junior partner, Representative Binks.
They’d been working together for two years, now, and it was… still an experience.
“Oh, heyo there Senator!” Jar Jar said, waving, and trying to hide something behind his back. “How has yousa been?”
“The Senate is… the same as always,” Padme replied. “What are you trying to hide, Jar Jar?”
Jar Jar looked surprised. “Yousa think mesa is tryin’ to hide something?”
“I could tell by your awkward pose,” Padme replied, with a smile. “And the way the thing you’re trying to hide is almost as big as you are.”
“Aww…” Jar Jar said, then sighed and turned around. “Mesa got yousa some new guard animals!”
Sure enough, the thing Jar Jar had been carrying was a pet carrier, containing two sleepy-looking canines which each looked like they weighed about twenty pounds.
“Theysa still little!” Jar Jar declared. “Mesa accompanied some gungs on a big journey to a planet with lotsa weird plants, theysa had plenty of metal in theirsa trunks. And some of these guys got hurt, an’ the big ones are bombad nasty! But the little ones seemed nice to mesa, and they didn’t have parents no more, and… mesa thought… it’d be nice?”
The gungan’s voice got more nervous with every word as he got to the end of his explanation, and Padme looked at the canines before turning back to Jar Jar.
He was doing better puppy eyes than the actual canines.
“All right,” she said. “We’ll try them out here in the office suite, but if they become too difficult to manage we’ll have to sort out another home for them.”
“Okey-dokey!” Jar Jar said, nodding firmly.
He followed her into the suite, putting down the carrier on the floor, then opened it and took out one of the canines.
Despite his words about the adults being nasty, this one certainly seemed more sleepy than anything, yawning and flicking a short tail before padding over to the nearest couch and inspecting it.
Then it jumped up onto the couch, turned around in a circle, and sat.
“It’s a good thing we have plenty of chairs,” Padme chuckled. “Do you know what they eat?”
“Theysa liked fish,” Jar Jar provided. “An’ Tarpals helped mesa train them in house!”
That took a moment for Padme to parse, and she offered her hand to the other canine to sniff.
It made a sort of buzzing noise, tail waving, and Padme frowned.
“...what’s up with their tails?” she asked. “That doesn’t look natural.”
“Mesa thinks… they got hurt in the fightin’?” Jar Jar said, uncertainly. “Mesa is not sure, though.”
“Well, we’ll see how they work out,” Padme declared. “I’m sure training some feral predators from an unknown world will be a nice respite from dealing with the Senate.”
Some hours later, Padme was most of the way through the data work, and one of the young canines was snoozing next to her chair.
She wasn’t really sure if they were just sleepy or actively nocturnal, and if the latter was true then there might be a more serious problem keeping them occupied. But Jar Jar had certainly seemed proud of himself, and if she was going to reject the little creatures she wanted to have a solid reason at the very least.
Then the canine next to her rolled upright, and began growling. A similar growl came from elsewhere in the office, and Padme frowned.
“Captain Typho?” she asked, reaching for her comlink. “Is there anything wrong?”
“Nothing at the moment, Senator,” the captain of her security services replied. “The Chancellor’s just arriving for his meeting. I’ve cleared him already.”
The door to the office opened a moment later, and Chancellor Palpatine stepped through.
“Senator, I’m glad to-” he began, and both canines’ claws skittered against the floor of the office as they lunged. The sudden burst of speed completely caught Padme by surprise, while Jar Jar let out a yelp of pain that suggested he’d just been used as a launchpad.
“Stop!” Padme tried to order, even knowing there was no way the canines would respond to her voice instructions this early – knowing that only tone of voice could possibly stop them from attacking the Chancellor.
It didn’t.
One of them tried to bite Palpatine’s knees off, the other sprang towards his hand, and the Chancellor waved his arm to fling the one who’d attacked his hand against a window-
-Padme stared.
He’d done it without actually touching the canine? Was he a Jedi?
The second canine bounced off the window, rolled and pounced again, this time going for the Chancellor’s throat, and his hand dipped into his robes before bringing out a lightsaber. It flashed ruby-red as he swung it – only for the first canine to bite his wrist extremely hard, forcing the ‘saber to drop from suddenly-nerveless fingers.
“Get off me, you pests!” Palpatine shouted, his voice full of an anger Padme had never heard from him before, and lightning fizzed out to strike one of the canines. It actually endured being struck by lightning quite well, and a second afterwards the other one tore Palpatine’s throat out.
The Chancellor collapsed, looking quite surprised, and both canines abruptly stopped attacking and began wagging their tails.
Then, while Padme was still staring, the Chancellor exploded.
“...must have been a Sith,” Mace Windu said. “It’s the only explanation.”
He glanced at the pair of somewhat battered canines, trying extremely hard to escape from their carrier and savage him. “These little animals must react strongly to the Force.”
“Mesa had no idea!” Jar Jar said, trying extremely hard to hold on to the carrier. “Mesa did not mean for this to happen!”
“You exposed a Sith by accident?” Mace asked, sounding amused.
Padme was thinking hard.
“The other Sith, the one that Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan fought,” she said. “He was working with the Trade Federation, wasn’t he? During the Naboo crisis, he was on Tatooine and then he was blocking us…”
“I see the direction of your thoughts,” Mace replied. “If the whole Naboo crisis was caused by the Sith, then the goal may never have been about your planet at all. The goal may have been to raise Palpatine to the position of Chancellor, through sympathy for your planet’s plight.”
“Hesa very big-nasty,” Jar Jar summarized. “Mesa not sorry about what happened to himsa any more.”
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idk if this changes in the later seasons, but for sure in the early seasons Odo is WAY more combative with Quark than Quark is to him. It's always like:
Odo: Someday I will arrest you for your many crimes and rid this station of you for good, you deceitful, underhanded reprobate.
Quark: Hey man, how's it going.
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Captain Marvel Time Travels But Not Really (DC AU)
When Billy Batson says the words "Shazam" we all know what happens. A bolt of lightning strikes the young boy and in his place a grown man stands. This man has the power of the gods.
Billy can't just be transformed into a new person, he wouldn't be Billy at his core and the whole point of having Billy be the champion is specifically because Billy has the qualities that the Wizard wants.
So the Wizard Shazam viewed the future and pulls back the image and essence of Future Billy Batson to create Captain Marvel.
So, there's two timelines for this AU.
Timeline A: Kid Billy grows up and learns magic and becomes a hero named Captain Marvel. He has no connection to SHAZAM.
Timeline B: The Wizard, on a whim of chaos, decides he should find a new champion. He looks into the future and sees Timeline A's Captain Marvel. He sees the man that this has become. So the Wizard pulls back the essence of Older Billy and uses that to transform Kid Billy into his Older Self PLUS the power of SHAZAM to create the current age Captain Marvel.
You could add a new element to Captain Marvel at this point.
Depending on Billy's trajectory in the timeline, his Captain Marvel form can change.
This works well with how impressionable kids are.
Billy sees Wonder Woman on the news and wants to take up a weapon. Not a Sword and Shield but something that represents Lightning. Billy starts to train and after sometime afterwards Billy transforms, Captain Marvel has a spear and is really, really, good with it.
Billy has taken up a new hobby? Say Billy is learning programming. Captain Marvel shows up next time as an expert programmer.
Billy has lost faith in justice and the world? Anti-Marvel might show up.
This could be played for laughs, as a plot device, or even much like Sentry from Marvel (his mental state can cause problems).
It wouldn't just work on a whim. This would have to be something that Billy really wants to do or put time into. Like, Billy can't just say "Hey, I totally want to learn about Tigers... SHAZAM" and Captain Marvel knows everything about Tigers.
Billy has to be careful too. The Captain Marvel he turns into may not have the same motivations as what he has (see: Anti-Marvel idea).
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as is tradition I would like to wish a happy pride month specifically to this Indian guy I used to work with who came SPRINTING to find me when there was some buzz in India about gay marriage being legalized (this was in like 2018ish, it's sadly ended up not panning out) to ECSTATICALLY say "you know what this means??? it means men better start acting better, or their wives are going to leave them for women!!!" he was so excited for all of these hypothetical women who were about to finally leave their loser husbands and lez out. that's a true ally, I hope he's thriving wherever he is.
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literally obsessed with the design of blobjects
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Sometimes having a reputation for being smart beats actually being smart.
I once beat my school’s chess champion in a game because he spent the entire match desperately trying to work out my strategy because I was “smart” and therefore good at chess.
We were playing with a Lord of the Rings chess set. I was moving the characters I liked best.
I’m terrible at chess.
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