#best of HFY

[marlynnofmany]

Finger Talking

Captain Sunlight had said that these clients didn’t speak any trade language she’d ever learned, and as I caught sight of the two intelligent being who looked like the end result of what happens if hummingbirds nudge into anteaters’ ecological niche, I didn’t find that hard to believe.

They were green-feathered, flightless birds, with long beaks, longer tongues, and clawed feet dexterous enough to type out messages on the big keyboard they had laid out on the ground. It looked like the kind of thing I would have danced on as a kid. I pretended that I wasn’t imagining doing that now, as the shorter of the two sent a message onto the display screen that they wanted to haggle.

Mur stepped forward, tapping my ankle with a tentacle to say he had it covered. “Oh, you want to pay more? Double price, please.”

The beaky birds were of course grumpy about this. The short one typed quickly in a fashion that I was amused to realize was hunt-and-peck.

I looked down at Mur, who was cheerfully braiding grass with two tentacles, and waving several others like he was conducting an invisible squid orchestra. He was enjoying himself.

The screen beeped that the message was ready. It read, “We know our rocks are valuable to you. Ten barrels of your rocks for each barrel of our rocks.”

Okay, I hadn’t actually known the price that had been set ahead of time for this little exchange. These folks didn’t use standard currency, so when they sent out a request via random traveler for someone to bring them coal — something that was scarce their planet — in trade for shiny rocks that they had in abundance, Captain Sunlight had gone for it.

And if the rough gemstones bedazzling the cart that these birds had come in were any sign, we were about to make a very good deal no matter what the exchange rate was.

Mur said, “Two for one is already pretty generous. I’ll raise it to three, how about that?”

The birds conferred with each other briefly, making noises that echoed like someone trilling their tongue down a long tube — which was a pretty accurate description of what was happening, really. The short one typed in a reply.

I caught a glimpse of “8 for 1” before the alien technology did what technology everywhere does best: it failed unexpectedly. The screen spasmed wild patterns before going dark, and no amount of punching the keys made it light up again.

“Hm,” Mur said to me. “This could put a crimp in things. Maybe we should call Coals or Trrili?”

“They mostly do written translation,” I said. “And Trrili doesn’t strike me as the tactful sort.”

Mur twirled a tentacle to say I’d made a good point, while the birds tried to revive their tech with no luck. “I guess we just throw out numbers until we hit on something they look happy with,” he said. “This is going to be rough.”

“It shouldn’t be too bad,” I said. “At least they’ve learned the language, even though they can’t speak it. Honestly, I’ve had worse conversations before my vet training covered Gorilla Sign Language.”

He looked up at the unfamiliar word. “Nationality?”

“Species. Long story. Remind me to tell you about Citizen Animals on Earth.”

The birds were starting to disassemble the keyboard casing, using their claws like precision tools (though the tall one gave me the impression that more vigorous smashing was an eagerly-anticipated Plan B). They looked up when I stepped forward, holding up fingers.

“Five for one.” I flicked the fingers one at a time to count. “Five of ours, for one of yours.”

They caught on immediately, and luckily for all of us, they had the right number of talon-fingers to make this primitive conversation work.

Mur was no help, standing two steps back and holding up excessive numbers of tentacles, entertaining only himself. The birds and I managed to ignore him.

We settled on seven-for-one. I could have pushed for six, but I felt bad for them, and anyway I knew that we had the coal already portioned out into fourteen crates. The math was easier this way.

As we walked back toward the ship, to start bringing out the crates that Blip and Blop were unloading at the door, Mur chuckled beside me. “That was fun. I want to come up with ways to communicate like that more. Maybe cheating at table games.”

“I’d offer to teach you some actual sign language,” I said, “But everything I know is designed with fingers in mind.”

“That’s okay. I don’t need proper language to beat the scales off Eggskin. C’mon, it’ll be great. I’ll win several rounds in a row, they’ll get annoyed and demand to know how, I’ll explain, then refuse to give any winnings back. Perfect plan. Great times.”

I had to smile at that. “We’ll see,” I said. “First let’s finish the actual business.”

“Yep, yep, can’t forget that,” Mur agreed. “Maybe we’ll play table games with expensive rocks as tokens, like the high-society snobs we all are.”

“Sounds like great times to me,” I said.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

#my writing #The Token Human #humans are weird #haso #hfy #eiad #humans are space orcs #technology doing what technology does best #fail unexpectedly #that part's my favorite line; no lie #sign language #in spaaace

[uss-edsall]

The ‘Humanity Fuck Yeah’ sub genre took off almost entirely as a kneejerk reaction to the first Avatar movie’s message being taken not as an environmentalist thing, but as a “humanity is bad” thing causing images like this

Which are unironically made by people who don’t really think there’s a problem with Imperialism on a Planetwide Scale

The HFY subgenre generally hasn’t really matured since then and the mass majority of what you’ll find will fall into these categories, not necessarily separate:

Aliens cannot understand (basic human trait)

Aliens treated like the most straw filled strawmen

Humans kill every alien and commits massive atrocity

Humans are amazing because of (basic trait that’s not unique to humans)

#I do think that Star Trek from TOS to TNG to DS9 really is the best of what ‘HFY’ should be #Rather than this… whatever it is

[jpitha]

Blockade Runner (redux)

I decided to edit and combine my old story Blockade Runner into a single (longish) one shot. I'm still working on ideas for my next long story in addition to posting some cool stuff to /r/HFY if you want to check me out and offer kudos there too.

The small group of K'laxi stood before the Captain.

Their fur was puffed out and their eyes were wide. They were trying to hide their fear, but the Human Captain saw through it. They had escaped from the Xenni attack on their starbase with only their lives. They were the lucky ones.

"W-what did you say?" the leader of the group, Tingmell, was trying his best to stand up to the tall human who frankly towered over them, but it was a losing battle.

"We're going to run the blockade and get you home." The Captain explained things- to Ting at least -entirely too matter-of-factly. "I put it to a vote with the crew and Dawnbreaker they were all in agreement. It's not right that you got caught up in the war, and we know what happens to K'laxi who get captured by the Xenni."

K'laxi who get captured by the Xenni get killed and turned into coats the Xenni wear, but only after they're tortured and any useful information is extracted.

It's not pleasant. It's not meant to be.

"Please don't misunderstand Captain Bennigan, we're very grateful, but we can't ask you to do this, it's too dangerous"

"Good thing you didn't ask then!" Captain Bennigan laughed at his own joke. "Now, we're going to be operating at the ragged edge of what's survivable for Humans. Dawnbreaker says that so long as you stay in the acceleration couches you'll survive too. Turns out K'kaxi are more durable than you let on, eh" He closed one eyelid quickly in a gesture that Tingmell's translator explained was 'complicated but like a joke. he's trying to set your mind at ease.'

Captain Bennigan turned to Ting and spoke to him directly. "If you want, you can sit up here with us, but everyone else should get into the couches now."

"Y-yes, okay, I'll stay up here." He turned to the group. He was the only one wearing a translator, so nobody could follow the conversation. He switched to Cali'mak, a northern K'laxi language that most everyone in the group understood. "Captain Bennigan is going to take us home-" There were gasps and noises of surprise "-but it's going to be a dangerous ride. Everyone into the acceleration couches now please. I'll stay up here and tell you how it goes." Wide eyed, but understanding, the K'laxi left the command deck and went down to the cargo deck, which was set up with K'laxi sized acceleration couches.

****

Ting had never worn a support frame before. It was - at the same time - clunky and awkward, but also powerful and fluid feeling. According to Dawnbreaker, it would enable him to survive the punishing gee forces that they were expecting while out of an acceleration couch.

It was extremely overbuilt like most things of Human design. Dawnbreaker interrupted his marveling at the support frame. "The K'laxi are secured in their couches and are waiting comfortably." Ting knew most starships were run by AI, but only the Humans gave theirs so much agency and let them give opinions on how things should be run. It was odd to hear the AI speak so... casually to him and everyone.

"Excellent." The captain adjusted his position in his command chair. When he did so, the vegan leather in the chair squeaked and rumbled. "Dawnbreaker, have our gifts to the Xenni finished printing?"

"Two more minutes Captain, and the missiles will be complete; we can proceed now."

"Good." Bennigan pressed a button and there was a two tone whistle that was heard all over the ship. "Crew, it's time to set off. I apologize, but as we are taking off near the end of the evening shift, please take your stimulant pill now." While Ting watched and tried to make sense of what was happening, everyone took out a small box from their pocket and swallowed a small green capsule. He caught the Captains eye but didn't say anything. "Going to be a long day, Tingmell. You're about to see some things that the Humans don't prefer the other races - especially the Xenni - know about us, so uh, keep it quiet, okay?" Wide eyed, Ting nodded.

With that acknowledgment, his seat molded around him and his support frame, and straps came across his chest which locked him tightly in the seat. He looked around and everyone was strapped into their seats too. The straps tightened automatically just to the point when they were too tight, and backed off just a bit. Ting had a moment wondering how they knew how tightly to strap him in.

"Dawnbreaker? As Captain on board, I authorize you to unleash War Emergency Power, and in the case I am incapacitated you are free to make your own decisions to continue the mission, save the crew and save your own life in that order. Acknowledge."

"Acknowledged Captain Bennigan. War Emergency Power authorized. All fuses and limiters removed. Operating time at WEP is estimated to be sixty three minutes before permanent damage occurs."

At that, the low thrumming of the ship that Ting felt at all times aboard a human starship changed. It became a steady roar of power, straining to be released.

Captain Bennigan turned and faced the crew on the command deck. " Lieutenant Richards? Proceed ahead, War Power. Commander Penn? Launch countermeasures, missiles, and drones. Lieutenant Commander Harrison? Prepare for wormhole generation." Everyone immediately busied themselves to complete the Captain's orders.

As the ship streaked towards the Xenni blockade Ting was able to notice the flashes of the Xenni firing at them. Most seemed to miss, but the roar of the ship was punctuated with hollow thumps of shots hitting the thick Human armor. Dawnbreaker seemed to shrug it all off without worry. While they were on the run, Ting's superior sense of balance was getting all turned around as Dawnbreaker dove and spun and turned, dodging the Xenni and trying to foil their systems from picking up a missile lock.

After a few minutes, Lieutenant Commander Harrison looked up from his console in the rear of the deck and shouted "Navigation solution found. K'lax coordinates locked in."

A different human at a front console called out. "Power output at 280 percent. Wormhole generation in 183 seconds."

"What?" Ting was utterly lost as to what was going on. "Captain Bennigan, what about the warp gate?"

"Oh, we're not going through the warp gate" Captain Bennigan turned to face Ting and he had a wicked grin. "I told you, you're going to see some stuff."

Ting could barely follow what was going on. The noise, the smells, the changes in orientation in his seat were all playing havoc with his perception of the scene. It seemed they were diving towards the Xenni blockade but also avoiding the warp gate - the main method of (non-human) transit between systems. It seems like the humans were buying time for something.

"Power output at 420 percent, nice!" cried the human at the front console. Even during this high stress environment, a few humans around Ting who heard the number chuckled, thought he had no idea why. Some Human thing.

Dawnbreaker called out, "Captain Bennigan, power output is sufficient for wormhole generation, and the navigation solution has been found. At your command."

"Thank you, Dawnbreaker." Captain Bennigan was calm and collected even with all the noise and stress and action around him. He signaled the ship. "Attention, Attention, Attention. Wormhole generation shall commence once this message has completed. Those of you who-" he paused a fleeting moment. "-have trouble with the process, please make sure you are secured. See you on the other side."

"Link us to K'lax."

Ting felt, rather than heard the change. It was a whole body vibration that started in his lower extremities and worked it way up until his whole body was vibrating. It was as if he was a bell that had been struck. The vibration grew in intensity and made even his fur vibrate. It felt like he was going to vibrate apart and then...

****

Tingmell awoke.

He was lying on soft moss, and the dappled orange-yellow light of home was shining down on him. With a start, he sat up and found himself in a forest at home. The very type of forest his kind came from.

About 3 meters away, were a small group of K'laxi, all wearing very old and traditional clothes. Some in the back had fashions that predated Contact even! The one closest to him tipped his head back and made the barking cough of K'laxi laughter.

"You did it! You actually did it!" He stopped to laugh again. "I have a wager with Himelli over there." He pointed to a K'laxi in the back in an exceedingly ancient garb. "Did they tell you what was going to happen, or did they just buckle you in and say something like - he affected a surprisingly good human impression - "This is gonna be so cool! Just wait and see!"

"W-what? No, they didn't tell me." Ting saw Himelli make a sour face and give a small satchel of what he assumed were coins to the elder he was speaking with. "They said they were going to generate a wormhole. What actually happened?"

"Oh, that happened. They did it. They actually learned how to do it before Contact, so they used it as their sole method of transit for a while before we showed them the warp gates. Most of the other sapient races know about it too, they're just not crazy enough to do it. This happens to about 1 in 100 of all sapients who try. The humans just decide that it's fine."

"But, please, honored elder, what happened?"

"Oh, you're dead."

"Dead?"

Ting must have misheard. He couldn't be dead. There was much too much to do!

"Oh yes, very." The eldest K'laxi flicked his tail, a nod. "Though," he continued. "Not for very long. Once the human ship leaves the wormhole and enters space again you'll go back to your body and 'be alive' again. Whole thing is a mess really." He scoffed. "And the humans think this is normal!." He laughed.

****

Ting came to in his support frame, belted to the seat on the command deck of Dawnbreaker. He glared at Captain Bennigan who was watching him carefully. The Captain locked eyes with Tingmell, nodded with a small grunt and said "We'll talk about it later." He turned forward. "Status!" he barked to the room.

"We've exited the wormhole in atmosphere of K'lax!" The human who shouted the update sounded like he was trying not to panic.

Dawnbreaker spoke right after. "Captain Bennigan, we have exited the wormhole much closer to the K'laxi homeworld than anticipated. We are deep in the atmosphere, tumbling towards the surface from a height of approximately seventy five kilometers."

When Ting heard Dawnbreaker's report, he was confused. When he saw Captain Bennigan's surprise he was terrified. It was then that Ting noticed the noise. In addition to the buzzing hum of the reatctors at WEP, he heard the howl.

The howl of air rushing around the hull.

Bennigan regained control over his features immediately and started barking orders. "Direct emergency power to the engines. We need to boost into a safe orbit. Fire the juke-charges to arrest our spin and orient us towards orbit"

Even Dawnbreaker sounded worried. "Aye Captain, firing juke charges. All-hands prepare for shock."

In space, there is no real way to change your direction quickly. Early human ships experimented with huge, heavy, fast spinning gyroscopes so that they could spin around quickly, but this only changed their orientation, not their direction of travel. Later, it was decided that since everyone was chained to the same laws of physics, space battles weren't going to be like air battles. Instead, the humans concentrated on thick armor to withstand attack.

In the case of a missile attack, human ships could launch small shaped charges which would detonate near the thick hull, and the shockwave of the explosion would cause the ship to slide or 'juke' out of the way of the incoming missile without changing their direction of flight. In atmosphere, tumbling towards the surface with no control surfaces, Dawnbreaker was using the juke charges to arrest the ships spin, and orient it back towards space.

Ting didn't know this. What he did know was suddenly there was a cacophony of double booms as the charges were launched and almost immediately detonated, the force of the explosion pushing against the ship, causing it to move.

The noise was incredible.

Ting could only describe it like being in a hailstorm inside a metal box. Mercifully, it only lasted a few seconds. After the spin was stopped and the ship was pointed back to space, Dawnbreaker's main drive fired. At war emergency power, everyone onboard was subjected to punishing gee forces to boost the ship back into orbit. Ting thought that his bones were going to snap from the weight, but Dawnbreaker knew the limits of his passengers and kept the thrust right at the edge of what he could take.

After a few minutes, the thrust eased and Dawnbreaker spoke. "Attention. We have entered a safe - though low - orbit around K'lax. I apologize for any discomfort you may have experienced. I report no Xenni presence. So as to maintain preservation of my systems, I request War Emergency Power be suspended."

Captain Bennigan nodded. "I concur. Suspend War Emergency Power, set systems to standard power."

The howl of this ship quieted to the low thrum Ting was more familiar with. Captain Bennigan sighed heavily and looked at Ting. "Well, we made it. How was your first trip through a wormhole?"

Now that the emergency was over, Ting could afford to be angry. "Captain Bennigan, it was fine except for the part where I died."

The captain looked at Ting with a soft, weary expression. "It happens to me too and I hate it every time. It may be a small consolation, but our philosophers keep arguing about whether it's actually death or just a hallucination as a side effect of cutting a hole through spacetime."

"That doesn't help."

"Yeah. Didn't help me first time I heard it too."

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #humans are space capybaras #humans and ai #humans are space australians #humans and aliens #sci fi writing #writing #the k’laxiverse

[imaginedreamwrite]

Number 2 for HFY Steve and his reader

He stole another glance at you from the corner of his eye, focusing more on you retouching your lipstick than what he should have been doing. You were moving faster than him, nearly ready to go to a party you didn’t want to go to but were attending because of him.

You had donned the dress that was a gift from Natasha from Eastern Europe, and had even accepted a borrowed necklace for good luck from Steve’s assistant. You were ready, dolled up and as gorgeous as ever while he was running behind.

“Mr. and Mrs. Rogers? You’re going to be late.” Steve was spurred by the knock on your bedroom door and the voice of his assistant urging the two of you to hurry.

“We’ll be out soon.” Steve’s voice echoed in the bathroom, his reply likely met with his assistants anxious hum.

“We could skip this whole damn thing.” You turned your back to the mirror and crossed your arms over your chest, side-eying him. “I hate these parties anyway.”

“We have to go, you know that.” Steve’s urge to laugh at your pout was biting. “Its-“

“Fuck duty.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, smacking your hand against the counter. “These parties are nothing more than an excuse for those brainless councillors to drink and suck each others cocks in the bathroom-“

“Mrs. Rogers,” Steve’s resolve broke and a natural heart laugh began pouring out of his mouth, “how can someone so pretty be so crass?”

“Up their self-righteous assholes.” You pushed yourself away from the counter and stalked out of the bathroom, Steve watching you go.

He finished buttoning the sleeves of his pressed dress shirt, listening to the door opening and his assistant stepping into the room. Though he couldn’t see you, he could hear you sharing the same remarks with her that you’d shared with him.

It was innate, your dislike of the members who had doubted you while he was gone on missions. Steve couldn’t hold you to blame for the way they aggravated you and pressed you beyond your patience.

Steve stepped out of the bathroom, carrying himself toward the bed where his suit jacket had been laid out. He hadn’t paid much attention to himself, he didn’t need to focus too hard on finishing getting dressed and he was far more interested in his delightful queen pushing a dress into his assistants arms.

“If I have to go, so do you.” It was with respect and mutual fondness for each other that made his assistant listen, negating the need to work the rest of the night.

“Mr. Rogers..?” She questioned anyway, asking him if it was truly okay.

“I’ve learned its best not to argue with Queenie,” his lips formed a half-smirk, “she’s demanding, and she likes to get her way.”

“I’m not a pushover, I’m done being a pushover and so help me-“ Steve stride toward you and cupped your jaw, tilting your head back to kiss you silent.

“We’re going to be late, Mrs. Rogers.”

#soft!dark!steve rogers x reader #soft!dark!Steve Rogers x reader fluff #Steve rogers & Queenie #Steve rogers x Queenie #heaven for you series #heaven for you

[weatherman667]

For Humans, everything is a weapon... & Don’t Lie to Humans | 2210 | Best of HFY | Free Sci Fi

Runtime:  10:29

#youtube #humans are space orcs #Agro Squirrel Narrates

[1greenameba]

Ok i am tired about the HFY and Humans are space orks stories referring to us as apex predators ...

Like where do i begin :

1) there are many other categories of animals that can be wayy scaries than apex predators : aggressive large erbivores , highly venomous guys , animaps like bats that live in extremely dense communities , have powerful immune systems and can trasmit some serius messed up disease they had in their system , parasites who want to intentionally infect you with serius illnesses and yeah basically that ...

2) apex predator is a meaningless term in ecology , top order carnivore is a more apt one and it refers to an animal that has the ability to regulate the prey population in it's territory ...

3) humans are top order carnivores , but we are like a lot of other things before that :

We are frugivores , meaning we eat fruits a lot of those actually , a lot more of those than meat as our closer relatives show ,

Yes , chimps are predators but if fruit is plentiful they don't hunt as much , also hunting is a male specific behavior ...

At best apes and primates are opportunistic carnivores that mostly eat leafy greens and fruit ...

And this seems to be a common pattern : frugivore animals like parrots , crows , other monkeys , squirrels , rats and pigs exibit a higher intelligence than your avarage animal ...

Mostly because having a source of easy calories that requires memorization of location and time of year is somenthing that requires more brain than hunting somenthing ...

Seashell has similar proprieties wich is why otters and octopuses are brainy as well ...

But yeah calling humans with our small theet , weak jaws and flat nails apex predators just feels goofy imo ...

Just recognize that we are the weirdo frugivores that have metacognition tool use and vocal learning to an extremely high degree ...

We can use these to change our enviroment into fertile fields where animals we care for eat and drink ...

We can do much more than beating everything in the biosphere ,

We can straight up turn the biosphere into our fertile forest ...

And it's not unlikely that our brothers in the stars did the same as well

#hfy

[nolivar6136]

it is an ironic turn of things that xcom, the series that has been the hallmark for HFY stuff, has made new strides and evolution into becoming one of the biggest "aliens are actually legit and humans should not think themselves as better than them and actually work together".

with chimera squad showing humanity starts to help free the aliens and live alongside them showing the true villains aren't aliens but a top class that pins everyone against each other so they don't rise up and topple them and they can continue exploiting for their own benefit in stealing DNA, lands, and changing others against their will.

hell, they even got the point in showing humans to be horny for aliens as well instead of the usual "kill all xenos" that most sci-fi writers go for. showing that aliens are people too.

when you compare to halo who try to do the "the only way to survive and succeed is together and to believe one race is superior is corruptive and horrible" yet they still have humanity being space GI JOE and are treated as the best race ever despite all the horrific shit they do.

#xcom #xcom chimera squad #halo #viper #alien cool #full on anti HFY evolution

[karenvideoeditor-blog]

Awesome sci-fi story I read

One of the best sci-fi stories I've read in HFY, because of how thoroughly it obliterates the Prime Directive and envisions a humanity that surpasses that of Star Trek. It's also staggeringly emotional. I just reread it, and highly recommend it.

#sci fi #flash fiction #short story #short fiction #science fiction #aliens

[pipuisrpg]

Best HFY Sci-Fi Stories: It Has Found A New Host

#youtube

[pipuisfood]

Best HFY Reddit Stories: A Simple Hamburger

#youtube

[dramatic-dolphin]

hi guysss it's almost 3am and i'm still not asleep for some reason. read my story on r/hfy, it's very good if i do say so myself. it's about an alien trying drugs. (spoiler: earth's got the best one)

#mostly just posting this here bc i like having all my writing in one place (my tumblr tag) #my things #honestly i got kinda attached to my nameless narrator here #they're my little weirdo guy (gender neutral) now. #when you're functionally immortal and your life goal is to experience every single drug that exists. valid.

[kyliafanfiction]

Humanity Fuck Yeah! (which often overlaps with but is not quite the same thing as Humans are Space Orcs) content can be good, but the problem is, it often is “My definition of Humanity,” Fuck Yeah!

Like, in sci-fi, aliens are generally, if they’re not just some incomprehensible swarm or the like, based off of aspects of humans, but exaggerated in some form. This would be because Most Writers Are Human.

So when people writing Sci-fi do that and THEN do Humanity Fuck Yeah, usually they’re picking some specific thing humans do and arbitrarily deciding that that is what Humans are BEST™ at. Usually this is military related and the people they’re fuck-yeahing over are either a race of Warriors being beaten by human Soldiers (See: Soldiers vs Warriors trope) or passive scientist/diplomat types. 

In the latter case, there’s usually a lot of ‘We’re MANLY MEN BEING MANLY AND KILLING AND YOU’RE WEAK’ undertones, even if not intended or overt.

And like...

No?

There’s a reason why mainstream sci-fi with mass market appeal isn’t usually HFY content. There’s a reason why it’s relegated to subreddits and niche forums rather than being the centerpiece of sci-fi, and it’s specifically BECAUSE it’s not really HUMANITY Fuck Yeah

It’s “My definition of Humanity” Fuck Yeah. 

And then every space that defines itself as HFY operates under a very narrow definition of what HFY is and refuses to examine it.

#Anti-HFY #Anti-Humanity Fuck Yeah #Humanity Fuck No #As it Were #Tropes #Musings #Sci-Fi #Science Fiction

[jpitha]

Some Good old-fashioned Shitposting

One of the main problems with posting to /r/hfy for me - beyond the mechanics of it being bad - was that they were very serious about sticking to story posts. Very little Meta, very little OOC, no posting about other sites, that kind of stuff. Posts like that were usually removed quickly.

I still wanted to reach my readers there and since my messages stating that I was leaving and giving the reasons why kept getting deleted I decided to... live within the rules, and posted this. It starts as JaLF 26 (the first time skip one) but from there goes off the rails...

It's been half a year, but I can't believe we're already on our third ship! High Line took two months instead of the one that Omar first promised, but that was because he and his crew were getting use to the process and how best to refurbish the ships. Then after that I made the decision to refurbish the food tugs, but those were (relatively) easy. New thrusters, some strengthening of the cargo containers and a few brand new ones and that was it. Once that was finished the food deliveries increased over 30%!

You would not believe how much cheaper, more abundant food improves one's legitimacy. As soon as that was finished and the food rolled in, almost all of the last grumblings about me coming in and "declaring" myself Empress died down.

Only a couple of weeks after the food deliveries had picked back up, I was on my Throne reading reports when Ava walked in and connected to her chair behind me on the Throne.

"Melody! You would not believe what I just heard." Ava sounded a little worried. I'm sure whatever was bothering her wouldn't be that big of a deal for us to take care of.

"I'm sure we can figure it out, Ava. I was just reading these reports about the increased food deliveries. I can't believe how easy it was to get everything straightened out; it was nice to have an easy win."

"No, this is way more important than that. Please hear me out. Let's talk in person." Now I was worried. Ava doesn't usually look this worried about things.

This was important. I disconnected, and gave Ava my full attention. "What is it Ava? How can I help?"

"The author isn't posting to Reddit anymore!" Ava was practically wailing.

"What? Why not? I thought the Author was trying to build an audience to look more attractive to potential publishers?"

Ava nods quickly. "That's just it, he was, but he's having such a hard time posting on Reddit that it's just not worth it to him. He has a much larger following on Tumblr, and would prefer that any of his readers on Reddit seek him out there." Ava raised her eyebrows. "Did you know he's finished this story over there and has started a new one?"

I gasped. A new story? "But that means that our story is done? What happens to us? Are we doing all right?"

Ava shrugged. "He just said 'no spoilers' and winked. Readers will have to go there themselves and check it out."

I sat up straighter in my seat, fully disconnected from the Throne now. This required speaking in person. "Was it the community? Did they give him a hard time?"

Ava threw up her hands in defeat. "That's just it. The community was so nice and welcoming! The rules about posting were a little Byzantine, but the Author did his best to post within them, but the poor UI and untenable bugs means that the Author spent more time correcting and copy editing posts than he did writing some of the entries. He told me he didn't have 'the spoons' to complete the story."

I sat back in my Throne, surprised. The Author was so excited about building his audience and introducing more people to his work, and through their excitement, improve his craft. "I wonder what he's going to do now?"

"I heard he's going to keep posting, but on Tumblr. He also said any of his fans are welcome to join him there. If they don't want to get an account, they can read his posts as they are public facing. I'm told that making an account and following will boost his follower count and look good to any potential publishers but it's not required."

I stood. It really was too bad, but who are we to go against the wishes of the Author. "Oh well Ava. It's sad to hear, but there isn't much we can do about it. Come on, it's almost dinner. Let's go find the others and eat."

Ava stood too and gave me a hug. "Oh Melody. Thanks. I feel better after talking it out.

"I'm glad." Together, we left the Throne, and walked out into the bustling evening on the Reach.

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Can i have a cute drabble for hfy bucky x assistant reader. Plz they sound so cute . I just love this kind of trope.

The first time she had noticed him was when she brought some requisitions to the office for Steve to sign, she hadn’t meant to stare but she knew his story inside and out and there he was. Bucky Barnes who was Steve’s best friend was a beast, he was a brave and seasoned soldier. He was also sitting on the couch near your boss with a crooked grin and when he waved…

“I felt like such an idiot,” your conversation with Mrs. Rogers was long winded that night, when you had explained everything in great detail including squeaking like a wounded animal while he stared at you, “I ran away, like a child.”

“Bucky is a giant teddy bear, kind of a dolt, but a teddy bear nonetheless,” Queenie had rolled her eyes and laughed under her breath, “trust me, he probably found that interaction cute.”

“Cute?” You had questioned the Mrs., your eyebrows furrowed and your bottom lip drawn between your teeth. “You think so?”

Your next interaction with Bucky Barnes happened before one of the yearly reunions and parties where all The Avengers would be in the same place at once, the ones who had controlled their own continents and regions, would be coming to the Rogers’ estate. You had been given strict instructions that you were meant to have some time off for yourself after everything was handled, with the underlying hope that you would meet someone at the party.

You however had a hard time letting go of the job, and when you should have been enjoying the party like Mr. Rogers told you to, you had been hiding upstairs working. You were focused, you were driven to finish the task you had assigned yourself and had been so bound and determined to complete it that you had missed the sound of the door opening. Footsteps had been muffled on the carpet while you finished typing up a response for aid from one of the many organizations that requested it. You were nearly done when a soft hand had settled upon your own and a vibranium hand had closed the laptop you were using.

“You’re supposed to be downstairs enjoying yourself.” His lips were close to your ear, brushing against your flesh while goosebumps rose to your skin. He had laughed softly in your ear after you squeaked again and slowly turned to look at him with wide eyes and parted lips, you had surely looked like you were caught with your hand in the cookie jar, and had expected some kind of stern reprimand action.

“I was just….” you swallowed thickly and bit down on your bottom lip again, trapped between the desk and his chest with his arms on either side of you. “I was….”

“I won’t tell Steve if you won’t.” Bucky had grinned his eyes sparkling with amusement and you expected that to be the end of it however Bucky hd slowly pulled the chair back before he pulled you to your feet. “You look too good to be hiding upstairs.”

“I just-“ you had felt heat blooming in your belly, your heart racing. “Y-you think i look good?”

Bucky’s hand slid around to the small of your back where it had settled. He had cast his eyes on you, searching and studying your face while the corner of his lips twitched. “Besides, Steve isn’t the one you need to worry about.”

“I swear to God, Steve-!” It was Queenie’s voice coming toward the office, her irritation at something startling you. “They’re all idiots!”

“Why don’t you come back downstairs-“ Steve had called after her and you had pushed yourself against Bucky, shivering as his arms wrapped around your waist moments before the door opened.

“God, please tell me you’re not shoving your tongue down her throat.” Queenie’s eyes had narrowed, her lips pursing. “Did you really drag her up here to make-out?”

You had turned to look at Bucky, eyes wide again. Your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest and you had fought with your mind to find something to say.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky had asked Mrs. Rogers, subtly turning so you were briefly out of sight.

“Finding a gun so I can shoot what’s his nuts in the head.” Queenie had kicked off her heels, her muffled bare feet padding on the carpet as she crossed the room to the shelf by the window. “Oh you don’t have the credentials-“

“Mrs. Rogers,” Steve had waved Bucky and you out of the room, smirking at Bucky as you both passed, “you know how i feel about you using guns to dismember my council members…”

The door had closed behind the two of you, leaving you both in the hallway. Bucky had yet to let you go, he had kept his arm around your waist and stared down at you with that same bright look.

“Wanna skip the party and head to the back?” Bucky had offered an alternative, smiling charmingly down at you.

“Technically….I wouldn’t be breaking the rules set out for me.”

“I won’t tell Steve if you don’t.”

#heaven for you: Bucky drabble #Heaven for you: Bucky and his reader

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Five Short Story Collections of Human Absurdity that Aren't Mine - And One that Is

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