I’m married to a man the same height as me. Absolutely zero regrets. He’s kind and funny, and my favorite person.
The only thing I’m slightly jealous of is that I might not be able to wear my husband’s ribcage as armor should I outlive him the way that women with taller husband’s can. But that’s life! I love my husband more than I desire widow armor.
I have no idea where your lore is from, but I like it! As a taller and bigger guy, I see no better way to go out than protecting my love my partner from hordes of barbarians. Let my ribs be impenetrable armor and my femur be an armor splitting bludgeon for her berserker rage. Tales will be told and songs will be sung, and …… crap, she’s now my ex. Forget it, I’ll fertilize a tree when the time comes
Thanks! As far as I know I made it up, but it wouldn’t surprise if the concept has appeared elsewhere.
The height preference thing always kinda reminded me of orcs or amazons and I figured those archetypal societies would do something like that… plus I saw an opportunity to make a joke. I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Also I really enjoyed the picture you painted with it! That was a fun read. I hope you find that badass lady to wear your ribcage in battle one day!
I’m married to a man the same height as me. Absolutely zero regrets. He’s kind and funny, and my favorite person.
The only thing I’m slightly jealous of is that I might not be able to wear my husband’s ribcage as armor should I outlive him the way that women with taller husband’s can. But that’s life! I love my husband more than I desire widow armor.
seems like it would smell…
How do you think they articulate skeletons in museums or medical displays? They clean them. First with bugs, then with chemicals like peroxide.
I have no idea where your lore is from, but I like it! As a taller and bigger guy, I see no better way to go out than protecting my love my partner from hordes of barbarians. Let my ribs be impenetrable armor and my femur be an armor splitting bludgeon for her berserker rage. Tales will be told and songs will be sung, and …… crap, she’s now my ex. Forget it, I’ll fertilize a tree when the time comes
Thanks! As far as I know I made it up, but it wouldn’t surprise if the concept has appeared elsewhere.
The height preference thing always kinda reminded me of orcs or amazons and I figured those archetypal societies would do something like that… plus I saw an opportunity to make a joke. I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Also I really enjoyed the picture you painted with it! That was a fun read. I hope you find that badass lady to wear your ribcage in battle one day!