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aeriona · 9 months
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Blood Kelp Territory. (total drawing time: 6 hours, 46 minutes.)
Ampeels are interesting animals, using a sophisticated set of electrocyte prongs to catch prey, deter predators and even as a crude, rudimentary language made up of electrical pulses.
This one here’s trying to tell a blighter (the yellow fish) to “piss off”, not realising that the blighter is almost entirely blind.
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hellshire-harlot · 1 year
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Subnautica mermaid no. 1: Blighter
Blighter merfolk tend to be mischievous and cunning, but don’t group up unless they’re trying to take down larger prey. Their size relative to the world around them means that they can hide in their environment very easily, and are known for using this to their advantage when hunting, exploring, and playing.
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testormblog · 5 months
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A Playmate
I began my second school year.  At least, school provided me with a stable environment.  My home life was about to be upset.  Early in 1950, I’m told a playmate will arrive later in the year.  I found this news strange.  I reckoned no other child would want to join my family.  Then I learnt it would be a baby.  To me, a baby was a human doll.  I didn’t play with dolls.  I had never before given babies a passing thought nor where they came from.  Somebody repeated the ridiculous old age adage that they grew curled up in cabbages when I asked how it was coming.  I thought, ‘Really!’  I had helped Dad pick the cabbages in our garden and hadn’t found any babies.  The subject was closed.  It wasn’t as though I cared about the truth anyway.
Mother didn’t seem to physically change in shape.  One day, she left to stay with Grandma in Beenleigh for her confinement, whatever that was, and I went to Nana’s and Pop’s.  I was very pleased about this.  Perhaps, I could stay with them and the baby with my parents.  Every day after school, Nana handed me a glass of fresh milk and a couple lebkuchen, German gingerbreads, then asked me what I had learnt.  Soon after, we received a message that Mother was at the hospital.  A few days later, she brought home a screaming baby.  So, I assumed the blighter came from the hospital.
Mother had wanted my brother.  She possibly was trying to repair her marriage and image.  One child families weren’t favourably viewed by the community.  The government was strongly pushing for an increased birth rate after the war.  Mother said it was wonderful for me to have a sibling.  She added I’d need to look after him.  I thought how was I supposed to that.  I was only seven years old.  Gary became the centre of our family’s life and I was pushed further into the background and forgotten.  That was how I saw the situation.  As far as being a playmate, that wasn’t plausible.
Whilst few were looking, I had grown into my own person with thoughts, ideas and yearnings.  At that time, nobody thought I’d amount to anything in my life.  Yet, my parents believed my baby brother would achieve everything.  He was a ‘second time lucky’ child.
Gary knew from the moment of his birth that he was tied to Mother’s heart strings and he could tug them at will.  As a child, he was the opposite of me.  He wasn’t inquisitive and preferred to play quietly wherever he was deposited.  He always sat on Mother’s right side and she rewarded him for this.  No matter what, I was relegated to her wrong side and deprived accordingly.  The more Mother gave him the greedier he became.  It was a game of emotional blackmail, which he played well, never having to earn his rewards.  Dad went about his life, followed his race horses and didn’t become involved.  How Mother spent her money was her business.
When Gary began school, I’d have two years of primary to go.  Of course, Mother entreated me to protect him from the crop of bullies, who inhabited that year’s senior class.  Unfortunately, the school’s bullying culture seemed to repeat with each new class, fuelled by teenage testosterone.  Whilst I’d honour my promise to Mother, the bullies wouldn’t dare harass my brother.  By that stage, I’d earn myself a level of respect from the other students both in the classroom and on the sports field.
Gary convinced Mother of his assumed intelligence, which she promoted to anybody with an open ear.  His false assumption led to woe and caught up with him.  He never passed the scholarship exam held at the end of primary school.  Mother concocted some hairbrained excuse to hide her embarrassment and foolishly hoped that his brilliance would shine in junior high.  It didn’t!  His subsequent marginal grades, with only a few averages, weren’t sufficient to earn him a path in life.  So, Mother sweet talked her sister’s husband to hire him as an apprentice baker.  Whilst Gary learnt to be a reasonable baker, he lamentably developed an appetite for his products.
As my life would progress, I’d consign my brother to its extremity.  He would be given everything I wouldn’t be.  However, despair and disaster always followed for him.  His choices led to obesity, an early heart attack, a heart transplant and an untimely death.  He was Mother’s cash funnel until the day she died.  Though, I’d need to face and overcome many obstacles, the world would rotate in my favour.  I’d become everything he didn’t.  I’d succeed and he’d fail at life.  I was the lucky child; I just didn’t know it!
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madnessofmen · 9 months
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hah I knew you were a bloodthirsty bitch
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mwolf0epsilon · 2 years
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Something Something, Doodling Eels & Stuff
Felt like doodling some Eel Side of the Moon AU stuff to get a feel for Were-Eel!Fives's design and ended up having some fun.
Also clashing AUs together is hilarious. I'm sure @milfcutlawquane will agree on that with me (more so than Mer!Rex who's inches away from getting his nose bitten by an angry eel man).
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2squeakyshoes · 6 months
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Serengeti
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theloverstomb · 9 days
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i’m probably the only idiot who could cut their thumb enough for it to bleed and sting just by peeling open a satsuma
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thatcrazycrowgirl · 1 year
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I’m currently working my way through a game in another franchise, but I found myself getting a bit nostalgic and missing playing the AC ones; so here’s another little compilation from a previous Syndicate play session. A little hidden blade action, a little combat, cart hijacks, boat raids - you get the drill. Just another typical day in London, shaken up by a certain chaotic Frye twin. 😂
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marievoulait11 · 8 months
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JAJAJA MI HERMOSO
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glitterslag · 9 months
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“Cheeky lemsip” I’m 😂😂😂💀💀💀
Lmaooo sometimes you gotta !!! Pill form ONLY tho.. the drink is horrendous 😤😤
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halsdaisy · 2 years
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deadlysequence · 2 years
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Once more all thanks to the amazing @weillschmidtdoodles
A nice picture of Ethan Frye and William Roth, the first Rook and Blighter!
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mariathorpearchive · 1 year
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jacob is such a menace it even extends to his bastard rooks
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poetic-crimelord · 2 years
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Guys look at some figurines my grandma give me a while ago
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tea-drops · 23 days
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i think people who do alter intro shit and post did stuff in the main tags of fandoms is stupid. 'dont tag as kin/id!' bitch dont tag your stuff in the main mothershuckin tag. what are you stupid or somefin???
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thatcrazycrowgirl · 2 years
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TAG GAME: Reveal the significance/meaning of your username
(tagged by @nemo-my-name-forevermore)
*rubs hands together* Okay! Yes! Good! Now, I can finally clear up the mystery of the peculiar username that I’m certain has a few people wondering! lol
So, back when I wanted to start this blog in late 2019, I couldn’t for the life of me think of a good name for it. Fortunately, I soon found my answer in the game I just happened to be playing at the time: Assassin’s Creed: Syndicate.
It was during this particular mission that, at one point, I heard one of the Blighters yell out, “What? That crazy crow boy is here!” - and at the time, for some reason, I thought this was the funniest thing ever and it just stuck with me. So, given that I liked that line so much, and I couldn’t really think of anything else for a name, I decided to just go with it. However, I felt it was rather fitting, considering that Jacob Frye had quickly become my favorite assassin, I have a love for corvids, and I’m arguably a bit crazy. lol So, just switched out the pronoun, and boom! thatcrazycrowgirl was born!
Thanks for the tag, Nemo! I’m glad I finally got a chance to share this story! <3
Tagging: @susann-noir, @havatnah, @straight-into-the-animus, @sassenach-on-the-rocks, @kiatheinsomniac - and anyone else who wants to do this!
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