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marlynnofmany · 7 months ago
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Secondhand Solutions
Mur gave me a smug look, curling and uncurling one tentacle like a yo-yo. “Told you it was a waste of credits,” he said.
I sighed. “If those human ships were here, it wouldn’t be. This stuff is prime Earth nostalgia.” The small pile of items on the hoversled had seemed so full of promise when I’d bought it at our last stop: cat posters, harmonicas, and a dozen packs of googly eyes.
“Pity we’re far from Earth,” Mur said.
“Yeah,” I agreed, eyeing the locals of this alien marketplace. Lots of scales and exoskeletons. Not many hands that would appreciate the softness of a cat’s fur, and very few mouthparts that would be able to do much with a harmonica. The merchant I’d gotten the stuff from had been a Heatseeker all too happy to unload her stock of cut-rate human nonsense. These folks would likely have similar opinions. I said, “At least it doesn’t expire.”
Mur straightened the individually-boxed harmonicas. “And it shouldn’t take up too much space in your quarters until we meet up with more humans eventually. The captain won’t want to hang around here waiting for them to show up.”
“True,” I admitted. It was gossip from our last stop that had told me they’d be here now. I should have known better than to trust it.
“Well, back to the ship,” Mur announced. “Maybe you can cheer yourself up by decorating your quarters with eyeballs.”
I had to smile at that. “Maybe.” He was already walking back to where we’d parked, on the far side of an over-cultivated garden area. I towed the hoversled after him.
Then I caught sight of some locals who’d run afoul of multiple birdlike beasties, and an idea started to form.
The locals, a half-dozen Heatseekers whose scales ranged from red to pale yellow, were trying to eat a nice lunch at the dining section of the garden. The squawking bird-things, which were half-lizardy with speckled brown feathers and wide beaks, had apparently claimed the bushes for their own. They were contesting this claim by spitting at the Heatseekers every time their backs were turned. These looked like pretty gross spitballs, impressive for birds.
It occurred to me that I’d seen those feathery characters all over the place here. A look behind confirmed it; they lurked in nearly every tree I could see. And judging by the way the locals were abandoning this picnic table, they were a known hazard.
They still only spat at fleeing enemies, hiding or freezing in place when pinned by eye contact.
And that was my idea. “Hey Mur,” I said. “I’ll bet you one shanty sung on a table that I can sell some of these googly eyes right now.”
He stopped and looked around, full of skepticism. “To who?”
“Do you take the bet?”
“Ah, sure. There’s no way anyone here is interested.”
“You say that now,” I said, grabbing a pack and waving down one of the hurrying locals. “But you don’t know how we deal with tigers and magpies.”
“With what?”
I didn’t answer, busy as I was explaining to the local that the false eyes were adhesive, and would give the impression of eye contact from both directions. They were just as interested as I’d thought they’d be.
After a demonstration, during which I strolled through the picnic area and didn’t get a single spitball on me, the birds were unsettled and the locals were more than happy to buy everything I had.
This was a new colony town, you see, and no one had come up with a good solution for the annoying fauna that came with the territory. But these folks were prepared to make everyone’s day.
They certainly made mine. That was five times as much as I’d paid for the stuff in the first place. And they didn’t even want the posters and harmonicas.
I waved goodbye, but they weren’t paying attention, so I turned my grin on Mur instead. He had draped a tentacle around his pointy squid head in exasperation.
“I knew I shouldn’t have taken the bet,” he declared. “But I was so sure it was pointless.”
“And I am sure that whichever song you choose to regale us with at dinnertime will be delightful,” I said, tugging the hovercart around the bushes. The birds watched me carefully, noting the eyes still stuck to my hair, and leaving us both alone. “If it’s a song I know, maybe I can play a backup melody with a harmonica.”
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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!
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eskawrites · 1 year ago
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the funniest part of the celebrity fake dating au is that dustin spent years teasing robin and steve for being blatantly in love, when in reality anyone with eyes could have seen that robin and nancy were head over heels for each other the entire time
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myhusbandsasemni · 2 years ago
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Write a space story, they said
It’ll be fun, they said
I should have known I’d be spending hours reading about relativity and whatever else in the hopes of making my time systems make sense
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anime-scarves · 1 year ago
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A new set of TFT is out and that means it's time to stream! Come stop on by and watch for a bit.
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pepperpatrol · 2 years ago
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I'm almost at the end of the p3p and I gotta say...
This remaster kind of sucks.
It's been a lot of fun to play the game as Kotone, sure, but that's because I've already played FES. I feel like in choosing to port the PsP game they really ganked the experience of persona 3 for new players because FES is without argument still the best way to experience this story. Not to mention the fact that they totally skipped out on porting The Answer which is the REAL ending to the game. Why is Elizabeth in the arena game? She's still trying free Door-Kun. Why did I call him Door-kun? No one under the age of 30 is gonna know.
It's only 20 dollars so I'm not like...super put out that the visuals, the audio and just about everything not directly related to customizable difficulty levels and the female protagonist are lackluster but I am kind of sad that a lot of the coolest parts of my favorite Persona game are just like...not there.
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whiteclericmaris · 7 months ago
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Lately I haven't been creating much. This wouldn't normally bother me but as someone who has been channeling since a young age and that it was mostly from anime/cartoons I start to feel a bit lonely.
Like yeah I remember when I would be fervent about blorbos and interact with fans. I really loved socializing with them. Now... ever since I got ECT sessions I barely "role play" and have not been as active. I think about my day and if it was good. I always pictured myself to be a fan of the arts/cartoons throughout all my life even as I'd grow up and I find that this statement isn't true anymore.
I don't know if I am in a state of acceptance and accept everything as it is. Writing about a different scenario has no longer become my outlet which doesn't suck but has me in a "What am I going to create?" I desire friendship and socializing with others and I don't find the same joy in creating as I feel I have to reflect on the knowledge that is given.
Creative endeavors were an outlet to me but lately is like I am in a center where I not only feel calm but I sort of feel at peace with everything that has happened to me. I've come to trust that God has a plan for me and that I still feel the love that I've felt since I became a new adult.
I don't want to lose this peace I have which is why I think I've stopped creative endeavors like fanfiction/writing original work. I haven't stopped commissioning artists of my OC's and will probably still commission my OC's as they are still blorbos.
I still log in to tumblr as it sort of tricks my mind into thinking I'm socializing even if I haven't had a chat the reblogs does help.
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artist-rat · 2 months ago
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fine dining at the blushing mermaid. with the boogieboys
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egophiliac · 5 months ago
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tsum events really are just the best, huh
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eats-a-berry · 3 months ago
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i wasn't sure exactly what i thought adult gideon should be doing, but i DO quite like the triple combination of cowboy-biker, drag queen, and used car salesman at the same time. she's always a busy person!
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yuukirita · 11 days ago
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He's doing hand talk :'D Cute and Sad.
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thesociallyanxioussociopath · 8 months ago
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Part 4 and End of Alastor's bad day Alastor survived his fake date and will probably (not) think twice in the future before trying to one-up Lucifer on unknown projects. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
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howlsnteeth · 9 months ago
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'cause I am broken into fractions oh and I am driven to distraction
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setaflow · 14 days ago
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Anyway I had fun this season
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keferon · 3 months ago
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Monster hunter au part 11 (final? I think?)
Did you want to see Drift in a nurse costume?......ahahahahha
Orion: God himself couldn't stop him.
Meanwhile, Ratchet walking into God's room: Polish your glasses and get your robotic liver ready, I've got drinks to share and a great story to tell
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unrelatedsideblog · 3 months ago
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bleping doodles idk
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nhura · 2 months ago
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QUICK NO ONE'S LOOKING
(See readmore for thoughts, cope, bonus, etc.)
Anyone else up thinking about Ratio's big, strong, secure arms and how warm and all-consuming they could be in a hug or embrace. :/ Anyway
I just wanted to draw them being cute and seizing a sliver of a moment where they could have some PDA silly time without actually having any eyes on them. They're public figures and working adults with very clear boundaries between public persona and private life (to varying degrees of "in a sad way"), so while it may be in Aventurine's nature to constantly blur lines for various agendas and self-preservation (read: play "the flirt" without an aligned goal), I believe that in an actual relationship they'd be fairly private.
It's kind of fun to break your own rules, though! Ratio would be more upset about the consequences, though. He's a little bit of a hypocrite, which is devastating for someone of such discipline, but nobody's perfect.
I'm of the mentality of, "If you're tired of working on it, then just post it!", so here are some fun peripherals that I didn't feel like adding:
Some staff in the background sweeping up to evoke a blended sense of fragile privacy and liminal time.
A laptop on the aquarium/bar/counter because there's something fascinating about seeing people on their work laptops in public.
The rest of their clothes (casual friday)
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