if I could draw better I would doodle Shames reactions to everything. including stupid stupid social media interactions that make me stupid happy
{18} Riph
A Mutiny of Pirates: Being an account of the Damn Shames and the search for the treasure of Chalcedon
The Damn Shames, a group of bikers-turned-pirates, find themselves at the center of a search for a legendary pirate captain’s treasure–a quest made deadly by politicians, privateers, and the uncaring vacuum of space.
4025 words – 15-20 minute read
Riph holds a wooden cup of wine between himself and the abyss.
It’s not all that melodramatic. There’s a vacuum lid over the wine, and he’s wearing a suit. He’s not longing for death—just preparing himself for it. Himself and his dear little family.
Even after seven days of thinking about it, that idea still makes him want to cry.
Look up, Riph. Look up.
He looks up, and it keeps the tears from forming in the corners of his eyes. His breath rattles in his helmet, the only sound in his tiny bubble of silence.
He always looks up when he feels small, or afraid, or hopeless. For many years, he gazed up at the stars from the cooling sands of his home planet. For many more years, he gazed up at them through ship cockpits and portholes.
Now, he’s watching the universe go by through a gaping hole in Falcor’s hull.
:’D
GET HYPE I finally finished a Mutiny chapter again o/
today I’m thinking about my bb Amaranto Lira
{17} Fray
A Mutiny of Pirates: Being an account of the Damn Shames and the search for the treasure of Chalcedon
The Damn Shames, a group of bikers-turned-pirates, find themselves at the center of a search for a legendary pirate captain’s treasure–a quest made deadly by politicians, privateers, and the uncaring vacuum of space.
5425 words – 17-22 minute read
To anyone who doesn’t know better, Fray assumes, she looks like she’s relaxed: knees and head dangling over the arms of the captain’s chair, eyes half-closed, mouth betraying nothing. But she knows it’s obvious to the three Damn Shames in Falcor’s cockpit with her that she’s trying to contain an explosion of energy. This is how she looked before battles or missions with the 383rd.
This is how she looks before she blows something up.
She’s mad. Her head hurts. She’s worried, and that pisses her off—those sort-of-Shames don’t matter yet, don’t warrant this kind of anxiety, especially not when she’s trying to recover from a head wound. A head wound, gods damn it! she yells internally. Can’t you idiots just stay out of trouble for a few hours?
She can feel the corner of her eye twitch, but she manages not to change her expression.
It’s too damn quiet. It’s been too damn quiet since the call from Dog went dark.
INN Organization Spotlight: The Damn Shames
INN Organization Spotlight: The Damn Shames
we got profiled! AHHH
hygge :’))
I find a way to make everything suggestive including spaceships
Pirates in Space
it’s UP
my new website for the Shames.
@squidwithelbows‘ AMAZING commission got a SPLASH of color ahhhhhh
this is a grand day
TO TEMPT YOU INTO CLICKING ;D ;D
Pirates in Space
it’s UP
my new website for the Shames.
@squidwithelbows‘ AMAZING commission got a SPLASH of color ahhhhhh
this is a grand day