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glacierruler · 2 days
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Making the Future
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CWs: Fantasy Racism, Explosions
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Chapter 2
The next day, Fig was at their workshop, inspecting the robot. While they had looked at it yesterday, it had been a quick glance, and they wanted to make sure they didn’t miss anything that could give away their location.
After ten minutes of searching the thing, Fig couldn’t find any trackers, so they started to take it apart, carefully. Although they still weren’t sure of the best way to do it, since a robot is a rare find. Using their gloves, they donned their gas mask, and started unscrewing the robot. It was a long process before they could access the wires in the arm. Slowly, they started to try to figure out what the wires did. However, too late, they noticed that not all the wires were connected. And within a few minutes, the robot started to heat up.
‘So this is why this one was scrapped,’ they thought to themselves, before using the little magic they knew to protect themself from the blast.
As scorching heat emanated through the workshop, Fig couldn’t help but be grateful that they didn’t obey the laws, since they would be dead by now if they didn’t use any magic. Still, the heat hurt, and their ever painful legs only got worse with the horrid temperature. And now they couldn’t even use their walker, as, if it was still functional, it wasn’t safe to touch any of it for another few hours. It took a few minutes, but eventually the heat died down, and the robot was no longer shooting fire throughout the workshop. And Fig left, just in case someone saw it, just in case someone heard, just in case a Sentry found out.
Rushing away as fast as they could, albeit pretty slowly with their legs flarin up, they managed to find a rather large house in the woods. Looking around quickly, they figured out pretty quickly that it wasn’t abandoned. There were sheep in a nice pasture, and there were a couple fenced off pastures that were growing more grass. And there was, what they assumed to be an abattoir, a little ways off. While Fig was never a huge fan of them, there were a couple in town, but it did keep everyone as fed as they could be. (Although most of the food from the outskirts went to cities and surrounding areas. But it did keep people from moving out there too often, so Fig thought it was a win-win situation.)
“Who are you?” Came a thick, gruff, voice behind them. Jumping, Fig turned around to see an orc.
“Uh… I’m so sorry—”
“Why are you wearing a gas mask?”
“Right, um…” Fig wasn’t sure how to answer that without saying something incriminating. “It’s in fashion?”
“Is that why your clothes are singed too, is it also part of some fashion statement?” The orc sounded slightly amused, as if he no, they, found Fig’s answers amusing. (Fig really needed to get better at not gendering people they just met.)
Still, they didn’t have an answer for the orc that lived here, and it was a little hard to focus on figuring out a decent lie, when it was getting harder for them to keep standing by the second. The heat had really amplified their leg pain, and they didn’t have their walker, since it had been in the fire at their workshop. Which meant that there was a good chance that Fig would have to remake it, or at least remake the wooden seat.
The orc seemed to notice their unsteadiness, as they looked at them.
“Stay here. I’ll get you something to sit on. Mind you it’ll be uncomfortable,” And Fig just nodded, watching as they went into their house. As the orc came back, carrying two large wooden seats, Fig couldn’t help but be grateful, glad to sit down on something. Rather than being forced to stand through what was bound to be an awkward conversation.
“So,” the orc started to speak, after placing down the chairs, “what are you doing over in these parts of the woods. And none of that, ‘Fashion statement’ crap. You’re practically on fire, and hiding your face at that, might as well be honest.”
Fig wasn’t sure what to do, or how to lie their way out of this situation. But they certainly couldn’t say the truth. They didn’t want to risk someone going to the sentries and snitching on them.
“Look, I’m no snitch, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Could this orc read their thoughts?
“Why would I be worried about a snitch?” Their voice was too high pitched, there was no way this orc would believe them for a second. This thought was only proved to be correct when their companion raised an eyebrow at them.
“Want to try again?”
“Look, it’s really not that big of a deal…” Fig tried to search for something to say, something that wouldn’t land them in trouble.
“How about we start over. I’m Glorgol, Glorgol Oxcsham. I live here, in this wonderful, secluded area. In order to stay safe from the same sentries that you don’t want me telling about you.”
Fig was very glad for the mask right about now, as their face was beet red from being called out like that.
“Okay, um… I’m, uh… Look will what I say stay between the two of us?”
“I got no plans to tell noone.”
Fig knew they shouldn’t trust someone they just met, but there was no way they’d get out of this without telling them.
“I, okay, I was, I take scrap metals and devices, and…” Fig was trying to figure out the best way to put what they do into words, “and I invent things? Sort of? It uh, it didn’t go too well this time. My workshop blew up, meaning I’ll have to build a new one. I ran here because, well because it was the direction I ran. And I just happened to find your place here.”
“How do I know that you aren’t lying to me again?” Which was a fair question, Fig did try to get passed the weirdness of a wearing a gas mask by saying it was a fashion trend. (Seriously, a fashion trend? What were they thinking?)
“Uh, okay, Glorgol right,” at the orc’s nod, Fig kept talking, “I could show you the charred remains of the base. But, I should warn you, I have no idea if the sentries know about it with the explosion that kind of happened.”
“If we get close enough, the stench of charred whatever it was your workshop was made out of, should coat the air. Along with the lingering smell of smoke.”
Oh yeah, smoke smells, and so does burnt wood. Fig forgot that little fact on their run from the burning workshop.
“Right, well then, follow me!” Fig hopped of their chair as Glorgol followed them through the woods. Although, they were limping slightly, trying to use each leg as little as possible, since they both still hurt as if though something was stabbing them.
Fig could feel Glorgol staring at them, probably trying to figure out what was wrong with their legs. Which fair enough, even Fig wanted to know why their legs hated them. Still, the marched on in silence, until they smelled it, the suffocating smoke that Fig had escaped earlier.
“Alright, I believe you. Would you like to go back to my place?”
“I,” Fig probably shouldn’t trust them, but Glorgol hadn’t tried to kill them since they met, despite Fig’s trespassing, and they couldn’t exactly go home like this, “sure.”
Walking back, Fig couldn’t help but hope to be able to sit back down again. And soon. It had been ages since their legs had hurt this badly, and they didn’t know how much longer they could walk without collapsing. Still, Fig was a bit uncomfortable, sure Glorgol had been kind so far, but what if it was a ruse of some sort? They didn’t know this humanoid before today, could they really trust them?
Although, considering the compassion they had shown when Fig was having trouble standing up earlier, they felt guilty thinking Glorgol was going to harm them in some way. So they kept following them, trying to shake their anxiety, knowing that they could defend themselves on the extremely low chance that anything would actually happen.
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Fig felt a bit out of place as they sat on the seats in Glorgol’s kitchen. They weren’t sure what to do with anything. Should they talk or stay silent? Should they help with something or stay where they were?
Thankfully Glorgol broke the silence first.
“Are you going to take off that mask?”
“Oh, sure.” Taking off their mask, Fig sighed, the weight on their head no longer nearly as heavy.
“Still haven’t caught your name, if you’d be inclined to share it.”
“Oh, I’m Fig.”
“Fig, interesting name for an interesting lady.”
Wincing a bit, they couldn’t help but try not to sigh. This would either go well or horribly wrong.
“I, uh, I’m not a lady. Or a sir!” Rushing in that last bit so that Glorgol wouldn’t go that route either.
“Alright then, not a gal, not a lad. May I ask what you are?”
“Er… that’s, that’s a complicated matter for now. But I do use neutral pronouns, they/them and such.”
“Alright. Well in that case, I will divulge that I am a gent myself.”
Fig nodded, feeling relieved that the conversation went so well. Maybe it hadn’t been their best choice to start that conversation in the middle of nowhere, but they had been kind of exhausted with being gendered that really, it didn’t matter so much if the talk hadn’t gone well. (Although they were definitely anxious about it and could have been more tactful just in case, but Fig had never been one for tact).
Mind wandering onto the events of earlier today, they were hit with one thing.
“I don’t have a workshop anymore!”
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austim · 2 months
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Cars, Explosions, & Hammers Stimboard for @photomatt (unrequested)
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DISCLAIMER: This post is intended to be a joke (noun; something said or done to provoke laughter) and is NOT a death threat directed to anyone at all, including any Tumblr staff.
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pigeonwithatinyhat · 13 days
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for this, i had a true vision.
each one of joel’s intros has weaseled its way into my everyday life
HONEY HONEY HON-
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namedr · 4 months
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BOOM
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edsbacktattoo · 7 months
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literally all that ed wants is to be a bride, retire in a nice inn where everyone likes him, and to be fucking silly. he just wants to have fun with someone he loves and smile and laugh be warm and feel beautiful. is that too much to ask?
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shevvys-pictures · 4 months
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'Sour Apple' & 'Cellmates'
December 12th, 2023 & January 7th, 2024.
I aimed to push edginess & bloodlust to an unbearable pinnacle, so that its deeper discussion becomes difficult to ignore. I'm unsure myself of what that discussion entails.
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hits you with mother and son beam no. 1
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dearladynightmare · 3 months
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Entrapdak Positivity Month Day 5: Destruction
Comiiiiiic:3
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Not only failure, but also lab accidents are a vital part of scientific endeavor.
The most important part of it, is to have a reliable lab partner at your side who is ready to extinguish you at any time.♥️🧯
Btw… I love how done she looks here…. #thisisfine
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cat-cosplay · 10 months
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As the nightly onslaught of Fireworks explosions increases.
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Please think of others...
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n64retro · 4 months
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Star Fox 64 Nintendo EAD Nintendo 64 1997
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tenaciousgeckos · 10 months
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If soulmates don't exist, then explain this
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lemonspades · 8 months
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Lol there's our boy! What do you think should happen next?
Page 5 < > Page 7
and start reading here
Masterlist post!
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ecoamerica · 21 days
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Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared
The American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 broadcast recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by active climate leaders. Watch to find out which finalist received the $50,000 grand prize! Hosted by Vanessa Hauc and featuring Bill McKibben and Katharine Hayhoe!
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tvneon · 6 months
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holybasementdweller · 2 months
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Okay you know when people walk away from explosions all epic-like and chill? Reddoons would totally do that. Yes this took like 5 hours IT WAS WORTH IT
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namedr · 3 months
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A thank you animation for 5k followers on twitter!!
However: While this post has 5k written on the sign, I also want to express that I am extremely grateful for the 1383 people following me on tumblr. I have received so many kind words from all of you and I wish there was a better way to respond to each time someone writes something nice when reblogging one of my posts. I love you guys and sometimes when I have a hard day your nice replies are what make it better.
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