#: ) it is inventory week

[ivoreene]

youre not strong enough

[goatpunches]

binghe is …. bigger than i expected …

[leafofkudzu]

Happy Spooky Season, everyone! The first Saturday of October is this Saturday, which means it's time for another art party hosted by my guild, Verdant Shield [VS]! And this time we'll be doing something a little special for the season: instead of having our Halloween-themed party in November while the actual festival is running, we'll instead be taking over the Godslost Swamp (and beating Shadow Behemoth into submission a few times) for an extra spooky themed party! Bring your best Halloween costumes, your edgiest edgelords, or just your regular old selves - it's party time!

For those who aren’t familiar with art parties, they’re a concept carried over from Final Fantasy XIV - in-game get-togethers for artists/writers/creatives of all types to hang out, chat, and create together! Get your favorite character/look together, head to the location, find someone that catches your eye, and create! Afterwards, everyone posts their creations in a shared tag (ours is #VSArtParty) so others can see, interact, and share! Tl;dr: the ‘goal’ of an art party isn’t to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community!

Time and /squadjoin information is under the cut, but will also be posted again via reblogs as the squads go up on the day of the party!

Location Information:

Godslost Swamp was chosen for being easily-accessible and appropriately Halloweeny, but also a little bit because I want to shake things up in terms of what actually happens during said parties. We've been in areas where the occasional enemy spawned on top of us before, but this time we'll be set up right in the middle of a world boss, with 2 spawn times occurring during each party. So, come armed and ready to rumble, and play nice with the non-partygoers who'll inevitably show up!

Time & Squad Details:

As we always do, we’ll be having two parties - one on EU servers and one on NA ones - with an hour break in between. People tend to arrive early and/or jump between accounts as soon as the break comes up, so don’t be surprised to see tags and announcements going up ahead of schedule!

The first party will be on EU servers and begin at 9pm Central European Summer Time (aka 3pm Eastern Daylight Time or 5 hours before in-game reset). I’ll be hosting on my EU alt account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Paranomalous Plexxi for an invite.

The second party will be on NA servers and begin at 7pm Eastern Daylight Time (aka 1am Central European Summer Time or an hour before in-game reset). I’ll be hosting this one on my main account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Shrouded Horror for an invite.

Closing Words:

Apologies for the short notice on this one, one of these days irl things won't sneak up on me at the exact time I should be posting these advance notices ahaha...ha.... :')

Anyway, thank you everyone who bears with me and still comes out to these events regardless - you are what make these events fun, and I look forward to seeing you all again very soon! ♥

[driftwoodwolf]

Hi everyone, I'm bringing back my Cyber Week special! From today until December 6th 11:59 PM EST all print orders will receive a free bonus seconds print. In addition all Genshin charms are 25% off ♥

link + more info

[arttsuka]

Appreciation post for these two specific drawings (from this post and this post)

[jamiethebeeart]

Spinaraki Week Day 3: Horizon

[blujayonthewing]

WE'RE GETTING KITTENS 😭💕

[totally-unshway]

Kassandra “Bald Faced Liar” the Eagle Bearer

[chanafehs]

Tomorrow is my last workday of the week I’ve already worked 40 hours please send your prayers I make it through

[deiaiko]

#18.1 Rak

Rak let out a huff and sat down next to Agni. Agni peeked over at Rak, who was looking far ahead, as if his past were replaying right before him.

TW: Self harm and suicide…in a way? (Sorry if it gets too dark. I put the TLDR on the tags)

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"I met him back when I was young, about a hundred years ago," Rak started.

Agni was taken aback at how long the gap between their time travel was. He wondered how much his Rak had changed.

"It was getting cold, which meant it was hunting season. I got bored and picked a fight with the toughest and biggest prey I could find."

Agni hummed when Rak paused for a moment too long, "Let me guess. You underestimated it and you lost?"

"The river was slippery!" Rak crossed his arms defensively. "And I didn't lose!"

"Sure," Agni rolled his eyes, one corner of his lips upturned. "How come?"

"I didn't lose, but I didn’t win either." Rak looked away, probably in embarrassment. "Another spear pierced its head before mine. That's when I met him."

From the way Rak's expression turned fiery, Agni had a suspicion that that exact moment had affected Rak more than what he spilled out. It didn't surprise him however, since he knew Rak’s ego.

"He was around for a while, acting like he cared about me." Rak huffed again, more fondly this time, eyes closed and arms still crossed. "He taught me a few fancy tricks with rocks and how to hunt better. He talked a lot about turtle this and turtle that. There were so many, I don't remember. But Black and Blue turtles were the ones he talked about the most, saying something like 'no one else will be more worthy prey than them.'"

Agni felt his chest tighten. To think that their Rak had acknowledged them and even bragged about it…it filled him with a sense of pride and longing.

"I didn't believe him then, since turtles are boring and no way they could do what he said they could." Rak paused and untangled his arms, eyes focusing and turning predatory, "But when he said that these turtles were unlike what we had there, I have been wanting to meet those turtles he told me about and hunt them."

Rak's story was intriguing. But even if it flattered him, Agni was more curious about his Rak's whereabouts. "What happened to him then? Wasn't he…badly injured?"

Rak frowned and went silent. But when he found his voice, it lacked its previous vigor. "He was. It looked fresh and so impossible to walk with, but he did. I asked if it was painful, but he said he didn’t feel a thing."

Third-degree burn. Agni thought to himself. But there was no way it spread evenly. Some areas must've been painful.

"He definitely lied," Rak voiced Agni's thought. "He was just acting to look tough."

The edge of Agni's lips twitched in an attempt to suppress his smile. That's him alright. And of course Rak could figure his own self easily. 

"One day he challenged me in an all out duel," Rak's gaze turned dark. "His wounds had weakened him over the months, and it was obvious who would be the winner."

Agni frowned at the implication.

Wordlessly, Rak called out his arms inventory which held a familiar looking spear that shouldn't have been in his possession at this point in time. Agni would recognize that design anywhere, "...Mad shocker."

"He said he wanted to test me, and he gave me this." Rak glared at the spear as if it was responsible for his misfortune. "And later told me that I should be proud, for only a true hunter was allowed to defeat him."

Agni felt his throat going dry, and gulped. "He died, didn't he?"

Rak's eyes sharpened. Whether it was in regret or anger, Agni couldn't tell. "I killed him." 

Agni didn't know what to feel about that. On one hand, he could empathize with how much pain Rak must've felt from the injury, especially with the lack of proper treatment that could cure or even just lessen the pain. But on the other hand, it meant that his Rak was truly gone, in such a way, and he still couldn't wrap his head around it.

Rak put his pipe back to invisible mode, like looking at it had brought him so much grief. "I've never used that spear since."

The silence stretched, with only the loud noises coming from the training ground to fill it. Agni wasn't sure how to reply to that without being overly friendly nor physical, and he definitely wouldn't do that to Rak, who only met him today.

Sitting beside Rak like this reminded him of their chat before the workshop battle, on the balcony. It was when Rak truly let him see his buried feelings, his desire to climb the tower together with him and Grace. And with that, the grief finally started to dawn on him. The scar on his face felt itchy and his hand was already clawing at his mask before he registered the motion. He sighed and put his hand back on his knee, pushing the tangled feeling to the back of his mind to be dealt with later. And since the silence had stretched out for too long, he asked; "What was he to you?"

"A rival," Rak looked thoughtful before adding, "and family."

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[mmhberry]

The satisfaction of throwing away lower level tome gears when you’re done leveling a specific category of jobs in ffxiv

[idontparticularlyliketoast]

‘Lived’ is such a primitive word. Let’s just say I understand you very well.

[phylaxery]

More misadventures in animation. Some worse than others!

[blackjackkent]

Random little Durge moment I've been bouncing around in my head for a bit...

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Wyll pokes his head out of his tent curiously and can't immediately place the sound. Everything else around their current campsite is natural, gentle - the soft babble of a nearby mountain brook, the brush of wind through the trees. Incongruous, then, is this new sound - of a sharp, atonal twanging at irregular intervals.

Rakha is seated at the edge of the cliff where the camp is placed. Her back is to him, but he can see the head and base of a lute sticking out on either sides of her body. Her head is bowed with an air of intense concentration.

Another sharp twang splits the air.

"Is that Alfira's?" Wyll asks gently, moving over to her side and looking out over the mountain vista below.

Rakha grunts noncommittally. She plucks at the lowest string and listens to its resonance, how it echoes back off the stone face opposite them.

"Have you been carrying that all this while?" He lowers himself to the ground next to her, crossing his legs.

Another grunt, a pause, and then, "Yes." Another pause. "It was the only thing I left intact."

He nods slowly and says nothing further, but listens as she slowly plucks out various notes on the instrument. There's no structure to it; she seems to be analyzing the way the notes shift based on where she places her fingers, but it's certainly not melodic in any fashion.

"Do you know how?" she asks him abruptly, after several minutes of this have gone by.

"I did, once," Wyll says with a slight smile. "My father saw to it all the courtly skills were in good showing - dueling, dancing, music. I never did get much of a knack for it, though. And after seven years, I doubt much has stuck around." He tilts his head. "Do you... want to learn?" he asks cautiously.

She shrugs, twangs out another note. "I did not want to kill her, Wyll," she says.

The hairpin turn of the conversation makes him blink. "So you've said."

"No, I--" She pauses, makes a noise of frustration. "All the others, there was something of me. Some... anger, or fear. Even the squirrel in the grove. I was awake, at least."

"But not Alfira."

"Alfira... my body killed her while I slept." Some complicated emotion works across her face. "I find... the more I travel, the more you teach me... the more it troubles me."

He feels a little flicker of warmth despite the brutality of the subject matter. For everything that she struggles with - and there's a lot of it - she listens to him, she internalizes everything he says, rather as he listened to his father and stored away each bit of wisdom as it trickled down to him. There is a trust in that - in both directions.

"And that's why you're playing her lute?" he asks slowly.

Rakha runs her fingers high up on the fretboard, pulls the highest string and listens to it squeak. "It doesn't bring her back," she says to herself.

Not quite an answer, but close enough. "When we get to the city... there are people who can teach you." He smiles slightly again. "Perhaps I'll pick it up again myself."

A long, long pause. She strums her fingers along the lute from top to bottom, playing out a sharply dissonant chord that makes his teeth ache. "Perhaps."

[ilkkawhat]

after a rough nights sleep with a mildly traumatic work dream, paired with an overwhelming urgency to clean my room this morning and a spark to write while on my way to work the last thing i want to do is enter the building twenty feet ahead of me and work for 8.5 hours

[hermitw]

Thinking about when Gojo asked "Suguru, should we kill these people? The way I am now, I probably wouldn't feel anything."

And Yaga's speech to Yuuji - his first impression of Jujutsu High - was all about whether he was prepared emotionally, able to handle living with regrets.

I imagine that Yaga taught with this in mind, practically a part of his mission statement.

And in that moment, Gojo was just thinking, "I could handle that."

Geto was aware that these people were just clueless members of the cult, they didn't have any power nor anyone dangerous to empower, so there was no point to it.

But Gojo didn't have a moral compass of his own - so he'd look to Geto and Yaga for it.

It also makes sense of when Yaga was putting Yuuji through that, Gojo was like, "this again?" bc he'd been hearing that for 15 years