#scared quaking shakin

[gumjester]

alright all the interludes are done...gonna review the plotline tomorrow.....

[dreamyautumns]

Can i request like yuu being called to Savannaclaw to face a giant lion like leona plz? I love your stories btw!

I can!! I don’t do predator and prey stories though (it’s a bit of a discomfort) so I hope this will be ok!

Also, this is SO. INCREDIBLY. LATE. Anon you may have forgotten about this but I am officially here to deliver! I got my motivation back!😊

Requested by Anon! Giant!Leona and Tiny/Y/N💛

“Oi, herbivore…”

A nervous gulp, followed by shuffling. You look up to see Leona glaring at you, his eyes narrowed. Something in your mind screamed at you to run, but you stood there, legs frozen and locked in position. A giant lion beastman, staring at you with a seemingly predatory gaze. Everything around you falls silent.

“Y-yes…?”

Leona leans down, his facial features becoming prominent. Emerald eyes pierced your soul.

“You know why I called ya here?”

“N-no?”

Leona scoffs, his tail flicking and kicking up a large dust cloud. His body was leaned over Savanaclaw dorm, almost feline-like. His ear twitches before he huffs.

“I invited you here to just… chat.”

To just chat? It sounded surreal.

“Really? To just chat…?”

Leona nods. “Relax. I can smell your fear. I’m not gonna get ya, if that’s what you’re scared of.”

“W-what? Who was thinking o-of a silly thing like that?” you nervously chuckled. Leona simply laid there, unamused. Sweat dripped off your head.

“You’re prolly wonderin’ about why me and a couple other guys on campus are real big, yeah? I remember when ya first met me; you were shakin’ like a leaf.” Leona lets out a deep laugh, making the dorm quake. “Well, I’ll tell ya; some of us here are size changers, like me. Usually, for that to happen, we have to be real good at magic.”

“You called me here to brag?”

Leona shakes his head. “Think of it what you will. But you had a question for me besides that. You were tryna ask me somethin’ the day after Azul went Overblot.”

You nodded. “I did… but I’m unsure if you’re sill open to answer.”

Leona thinks for a moment before yawning. “Go ahead. But only one, got that?”

Once more, you shook your head yes. “W-well… do you enjoy being able to change your size? Are people ever scared of you?”

“Weren’t you scared of me?”

He got you there. You shake a bit. “I w-was…”

Leona frowns, then turns to you. “Well stop. I ain’t gonna hurt ya. How bout I cut you a deal?”

A deal? For what? You think to yourself if you should listen or asked to be released.

“You come by every so often, hang out and chat, and maybe I’ll start being nicer. Hell, I’ll even back you up in any situation you get yourself into. After what happened at Spelldrive… I’m tryna make it up to you. But only you. Don’t let those other herbivores know. Got that?”

After a moment of thinking, you answer yes. Leona smirks, then turns around. “Alright, good. Now get lost; I’m losing sleep.”

You begins to make your way back into the dorm. An unexpected venture to what you thought was a lion’s den turned out to be a revelation of inner feelings. Leona wanted to make an effort to be better to you. It was a good start.

I hope he keeps this up… I’m happy he’s trying

[georgecrecy]

Charlie 1

“Yeah, I know the species you’re talking about. You call it a Rang’var? We humans call ‘em Tilluxian Dragons.”

“Dragons?” The alien warbled.

“Yeah, dragons.”

“What does that mean?”

“Uh, well, dragons were a mythical creature in human histo… you know what? Let me just tell ya my story about ‘em.

“So I go about minin' for ores in places that look promisin' for the kinds I trade in. One of those places was this rimworld a few light years from here. Real nice biosphere to it, your basic jungle-like flora and fauna. Well as I was traipsin’ about my business, keepin’ an eye on my scanner for anything fancy underground to flag for later, when I happen to hear some hootin’ sounds off to my left.”

“You ran from such an unknown, right?” The alien’s 3rd eye began to twitch, James noticed.

“Nah, us humans are a curious species, remember?”

“You didn’t.”

“I did. And once I parted the leaves what should I see but a whole pack of juveniles play fightin’ in this sandy hollow down a hill a ways. In fact, they were rather adorable.”

“Adorable?! *Spluttering* B-b-but what about the 6 kleng long fangs? The volatile temperament? Thousands of colonists have been seriously hurt or killed by their packs when colonists unwittingly settle on a world already plagued with them?”

“I realize, but they are animals, and on my planet we gots some animals that behaviorally are just like ‘em. They get all full o’ hiss and vinegar when they think they gotta defend themselves, but otherwise keep outta sight. Bit hard, considerin’ how big they get, but stay outta their way and they tend ta stay outta yours.

“Anyway, I watched their funny antics for a while, but knowin’ a momma was usually close by I skedaddled to do my surveyin’ in a quieter sector of the planet.”

“My, that was a close call human-James, and an interesting story of caution!”

“I ain’t done.”

“Oh? Oh no…” What little of the blue coloration to the skin had been left at this point continued to drain to white.

“Yep! About a week went by, and again I’m doin’ my surveyin,’ and I was bein’ silly looking too hard at my reader and not where my feets were goin.’ First I heard a deep n’ nasty growlin,’ and then I felt the ground quake neath my feet from two big stamps. Then I looked up to see them teeth you were talkin’ about earlier of a fully adult Tilluxian.”

“By the Great Klan! How did you survive?”

“Well, it's a bit funnier in the tellin’ than it was at the time. I was scared witless, of course, seems I had woken it up from nappin’ when it heard me comin,’ and it sure wasn’t happy to be awake. We were in this big clearin’ between the trees, with me on one side and it on the t’other, and it went and charged me!”

“Dear Klan!”

“I know, right? Now, the first thing that came to mind - since I sure wasn’t gonna outrun this behemoth - was to drop inta a playful position like I saw them juveniles doin,’ and hooted at it!”

“... you what?”

“Yeah! I hooted at that angry humongous thing, that two-story wreckin’ ball of lizardy flesh, and the damn thing stopped!”

“It stopped?!”

“Yep, and then, hehe, it did the next most adorable thing I would never have expected. It tilted its head at me, like a Terran dog that heard a funny sound! I woulda laughed right then and there if I wasn’t in the midst of shittin’ myself.”

“What happened then?”

“Well, it sniffed me a bit, and looked like it was tryin’ to figure out what I was up to, so now that I was thinkin’ about Terran dogs, they will roll over to a bigger nastier dog to appease it, so I got on the ground and rolled over. Then I went inta that playful position again. I about got knocked over when that big avalanche of anger did the same thing with its forked tongue lollin’ out of its mouth. That’s when we started playin’ hide and seek among the trees!”

“You played… a children’s game… with a Rang’vnar?”

“Yup! We played for well over an hour, I even got ta boop it on the nose whenever I found it, again not hard considerin’ my hand was about the size o’ one nostril, and even the big trees on this planet we were on couldn’t cover more than a 1/4th of their body.”

“You even touched one of those monsters?”

“Eh, they ain’t so bad if y’actually got ta know ‘em. Treat ‘em right and you might be surprised what happens. So anywhos, after an hour o’ this, I tried to say goodbye to it, so that I could get to my ship and clean out the inside of my exo-suit, and it ran in front o’ me, nearly knockin’ me over again from the shakin’ it made of the ground, and it still wanted to play some more! We were dartin’ in and out of them trees til both of the suns had set over the horizon. Both of us were dead tired, I could tell he was by the way his tail was sweepin’ on the ground and his head wasn’t bein’ held up much anymore. That’s when it clambered over to me and hunkered down on the ground, wrapped its big ol’ body and tail over me so I could hardly move. I ended up just pettin’ the big galumph ta sleep that night.”

“Petted it? Petted it?! Human-James, you realize how dangerous-”

“Yeah, I know. They said the same about them Droxxians, and we figured them out enough to make pets out of ‘em! I eventually was able to squeeze out from underneath ‘im, and wound my way back to the ship for a bit o’ proper shuteye, and I slept like a babe, I’ll tell ya! Now that I’m in my forties ain’t no way I can keep up that sort o’ adrenaline rush for long, I ain’t my youthful self no more. So, next mornin’ I wake up and real groggily get my chores finished up, and when I left my ship I darn near crapped my freshly-cleaned exo-suit again. It was there. Waitin’ for me.”

“Ah, it had come to try finishing you off then? I’m sure it took all your human guile to-”

“Nah, it had one of my boulders I had been samplin’ in its mouth, and it dropped it at my feet and went thunderin’ off, lookin back at me all expectant like. Now, this was a big chunk of now slobbery rock, but my suit has some servos built in for my work. Once I got over my surprise, I guess I said ‘ta hell with it,’ ya know? I picked up the rock and threw it several hundred yards. We played some big-ass fetch fer half the day. The damn thing became an attached eight ton limb from then on, could barely get my work done for it. I didn’t have to deal with any of the lion equivalents on the planet no more though, they steered well clear with it lumberin’ nearby. I started thinkin,’ I had this big patch o’ land where I live, and ain’t nobody for miles, and you’d be surprised what can fit in a minin’ freighter’s cargo when you don’t take as much ore.”

“Wait, do you mean to say that… is it on the station? Here?”

“Yeah! Why don’t you come meet Charlie? He’d love to meet ya!”

Read the other parts of the series!

Part 2: https://georgecrecy.tumblr.com/post/183787102041/charlie-2

Part 3: https://georgecrecy.tumblr.com/post/183794906326/charlie-3

Part 4: https://georgecrecy.tumblr.com/post/183805565796/charlie-4

Part 5: https://georgecrecy.tumblr.com/post/183818824461/charlie-5

Part 6: https://georgecrecy.tumblr.com/post/183819131196/charlie-6

Part 7: https://georgecrecy.tumblr.com/post/183819391261/charlie-7

[hadrielsam]

Survival - Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On!

Earthquakes are referenced by numbers  Tesla Lighter Survival Tool  ranging from 0 to infinity, 0 being not noticeable and the largest ever measured at 9.5 being "Oh My GAWD, it swallowed the Lincoln!"  This scale was invented by a fellow named Dr. Charles Richter and by some accounts his mother gave birth during a Led Zepplin concert and it affected his whole life.

To get the train of thought back on track, there have been many more 'quakes of larger or higher magnitude than ever before in  our history, just recently.  It looks like the numbers are even a little ridiculous there are so many.

It looks like we could even double the number of 'quakes in all of the magnitudes by the end of the year.  Now, are you beginning to get a little scared?

https://dietsdiary.com/tesla-lighter-survival-tool-review/

[mrmichaelchadler]

The Quake

The first dread-inducing tremor we see in the Norwegian thriller sequel “The Quake” is not geologic, but psychosomatic. It is a close-up of the trembling finger of the still-traumatized scientist who survived the tsunami in “The Wave,” and who is about to be dismissed and patronized when he tries to warn everyone that another quake is coming. Geologist Kristian Eikjord (Kristoffer Joner) is still so devastated by the experience that he cannot even talk to his young daughter Julia (Edith Haagenrud-Sande) when she comes to visit him. He has neglected to buy any food for her and absent-mindedly asks if she has a love interest. Although she is patient and understanding, he abruptly sends her back to her mother, telling her, “I can’t have visitors now.”

On the anniversary of the tsunami that killed 248 people, Kristian appears on a television show, with a pretty newscaster promising “powerful stories of courage and compassion.” The government expert (Stig R. Amdam as Johannes Løberg) is reassuring that there are no indicators of a recurrence. “We can’t live in fear,” he says. But Kristian knows that is not true, and he is not willing to reframe what happened as a feel-good story.

The death of another scientist leads him to clues that a major earthquake may be about to strike Oslo. He goes to the scientist’s home, where the man’s daughter Marit (Kathrine Thorborg Johansen) is getting ready to throw all of his papers away.

Like Kristian, the scientist has one of those rooms with charts and clippings all over the wall and a map on the floor, which anyone who’s ever seen a disaster movie knows this means that he was right, and the professionals staring at rows of computer screens, explaining that “our instruments have never been more precise” and dismissing “alternative theories” must be wrong. And when our hero decides it is time to shave that raggedy beard, we must be getting close to the good stuff.

It takes nearly two-thirds of the film’s running time before the title disaster arrives, which gives us time to reconnect with Kristian’s estranged but sympathetic wife Indun (Ane Dahl Torp) and his college student son (Jonas Hoff Oftebro). It all sets up what is to come—a lot of high-end special effects, some impressive stunts, and of course family reconciliation.

And this “Quake” delivers with skill. The build-up to the disaster nicely intensifies with a feeling of dread, and some of the subtlest early effects are the most powerful. “What I’m going to tell you is going to sound completely insane,” Kristian says to Indun. “I don’t want to scare you ...” And then the lights quietly just go off in the building, as they later will throughout the city just as Julia is performing in a dance recital. 

Knowing something is about to happen, Kristian leaves Marit in the car with Julia as he goes to find Indun, who is at her office on the 34th floor of a skyscraper. Julia runs out of the car, and Marit goes after her. So all four of them end up in the building as the quake hits, Kristian and Indun in an elevator and Marit and Julia in an office that is suddenly near-perpendicular. 

The sound design in this film is exceptional, as important as the striking visuals in conveying the sense of collapse. Director John Andreas Andersen understands that the ping of a snapped cable or the crackle of a windowpane starting to split can be as terrifying as a deafening blast. Andersen also displays a strong grasp of visual storytelling with various striking images: the dot of brightness from a flashlight in a tunnel, the red tones of an elevator shaft, a grand piano (in an office for some reason) sliding down the suddenly-sharply angled floor. There are fewer special effects shots than we’d see in a Hollywood version, but they are shrewdly deployed and suitably unsettling.

Like too many other disaster movies, this one suggests that the primary purpose of catastrophe is family reconciliation with a side order of “I told you so.” An enormous, literally earth-shaking catastrophe comes down to whether a father can overcome PTSD to save his little girl. That makes it difficult to enjoy the film as pure special-effects entertainment or appreciate it as a cautionary tale. That pretty newscaster was right—we want stories of chaos and carnage framed with “courage and compassion.” If that does not extend beyond the hero’s own family, however, even the most skillful effects are just pictures.

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