#11 in. x 14 in.

[matthewfelixsun]

Spatter - 飛濺 - Spritzer by Matthew Felix Sun Via Flickr: Spatter Ink on Yupo Paper 11" x 14" Completed in 2023 Inventory #5855.310.2023.04.055 © Matthew Felix Sun www.matthewfelixsun.com

[sugdensdingle]

[casualist-tendency]

[jokeanddaggerdept]

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine King finds you cute enough to humor you

You: you're a flying zoan!

King: hmmhm

You: ... can I see?

King*looks down t you as he decides how to gently tell you no*

You: * (｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡)*

King: damn it fine * transforms*

Kaido: *coughs* bitch

You: That's so awesome!

King: I'm not flying though

You: oh my gosh! Look at your little handsies!

King: my little what now?

You: (⁠つ⁠♡⁠ ▽⁠♡⁠)⁠つ *squeaky gabby hands*

King: *rolls his eyes and slides his hand into yours*

You: ah ha ha, look at it! *Compares it to the size of your own hand*

King: *thinks you're the most adorable person he's ever met*

Queen: would you like to see my handsies too?

King: *shields you from Queen's gaze with his wing* ignore him, he's stupid.

Queen: why do you always say one too many words!

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[lovealwayssay]

My brain has completely forgotten almost everything about Supernatural seasons 9 and 12-15. I remember bits and pieces, but I cannot for the life of me tell you what the overarching plot was for any of those seasons. Here’s what I know about each of those seasons:

9. Sam is possessed by an angel? Dean dies in the end and becomes a demon idk

12. Peak Destiel vibes, Mary’s back, Cas is killed?

13. Widower arc, Jack is there

14. Jack kills Mary at some point idk

15. Lets kill God, divorce arc, “You changed me, Dean”, worst finale ever

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

11 x 14 (James Benning, 1977)

[chaoticgirl23]

Another Final Fantasy poll (Again...)

(Please don't kill me...)

*Note: Cloud of Darkness and Jenova *DO* count in this poll as female, so yes, you can vote for them too.

[dare-g]

11 x 14 (1977)

[thevikingwoman]

Meryta struggles with her fears, feelings, and putting words on paper.

Fandom: FFXIV | Words: 1553 | Read on Ao3

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Meryta Khatin x Tansui | after The Key to The Castle | romance Rating: Teen. Letter writing, longing, fear of death, fear of change, Alisaie friendship, dealing or not dealing with feelings

Letters and Longing, part 1

Meryta’s pen hovers over the parchment, frustration marring her face. The pen is frozen as she thinks, ink dripping on the page. She groans and puts the pen back in the inkwell, carefully mopping up the extra ink on the page. At least it didn’t ruin what she’d already written. The letter is a mess anyway, but she can’t fathom rewriting it, little as it is. It’s hard enough already. Not only are the words hard to come by, but the act of writing itself – the echo might grant her ability to speak and understand any language, but it doesn’t confer any scholarly skills, including letter writing.

After they returned from Dohn Mheg with the shell crown, a silent thanks to Soroban and the Kojin, she’d decided it was time to write a letter. Urianger had been pleased enough to supply the pen and parchment when she asked, his golden eyes kind. She is glad to see them. At any other time, her attention would have been drawn by how handsome he is, free of whatever caused him to hide before. But all she can think of is warm brown eyes and a dark beard, her thoughts returning to the Ruby Seas and to Tansui.

She wants to tell him – something.

They’ve been rushing, ever since they ran from Ran’jit in Lakeland. She’s not afraid of him, not the way she’s afraid of the Lightwarden, but to deal with Ran’jit she has to fight another Lightwarden.

She’d have to fight it anyway, or so the Exarch says. She’s afraid, and she’s not used to it. Not that she hasn’t been afraid before, but it’s been the good kind of fear. The fear that keeps on your toes, harnessed into a razor edge for the coming battle. Fear that makes you throw yourself into combat, teeth bared. No, now she’s filled with dread. She doesn’t want to fight the Lightwarden. She doesn’t want to see the sin eaters, the ones arisen from people lost. She doesn’t want to absorb the aether from the Warden, the Light overwhelming and itching beneath her skin.

The castle looms above the lake, glittering and beautiful and unreal. 

Soon enough, they’ll rush away to find the last two artifacts, and with the post moogle improbably spinning in humming circles in Lydha Lran. It probably gets on splendidly with the faeries. She decided to write and send a letter while she still could.

She worries – she worries she’ll not survive, or change – or unable to stop or go to the Source. And when she left Tansui last, she... Well, she doesn’t want him to think she forgot about him, or that she doesn’t want to come back. Or she wants to thank him. Or tell him…

She groans again.

If you do not see me again, it is not for lack of trying.

That doesn’t quite encompass all she wants to say, and it’s not quite the right way to say it. So far, all she’s said is that she is alive and well, for now, and they’re trying to end another Lightwarden. She should perhaps tell that she’s with her friends, that they are hale and well – but it’s too complicated, too long winded, and besides he’s met neither Urianger nor Thancred. Yet it’s strange not to mention them.

I’m with more of the scions, my friends. I do wish to visit again, but if I don’t --

She tries again, mulling over the sentences in her mind. How does one spell scion anyway? If the Lightwarden doesn’t defeat her and the Light doesn’t – change her – will Ran’jit catch up with them? Will the faeries trap them here forever, chasing their artifacts? She wants to explain and to write a proper letter – but it’s a jumbled mess along with her thoughts.

“Hello, Meryta.” Alisaie, pulling out a stool and sitting across from her. “I thought you had already left.”

“I wanted to write this letter, but – words are eluding me.”

“A letter? For whom?”

“It’s not important.”

“It’s important enough that you’ve not yet left.”

Alisaie leans over, attempting to read it upside down. Meryta wants to cover it up, but it’s messy enough and she’s unsure if the ink is dry and she won’t ruin it more. She’s certain Alisaie has beautiful handwriting, like her brother.

“Tansui? The pirate?”

The embarrassment over her handwriting is not the only reason she wants to hide it.

“He’s a friend.” She feels like she should add something, but afraid it will come out defensively.

“Sure,” Alisaie says, interrupting her thoughts. “A friend happy to extort money from us, I guess.” She narrows her eyes. “But mayhap that’s not quite what you think of.”

She fights the instinct to hide, she can’t truly explain what he is, not fully. It’s not the times they’ve fucked, but the way he held her, last time she was there. How that makes her want to go to him again. How, despite her happiness to see her friends again, and her sympathy for the plight of the people here, all she wants is to rest in his arms again.

“I’ve visited and I –“ she stops, and freezes. Another thing she doesn’t want is to worry Alisaie, how her need to write is bound up with her fear that she’ll not be successful in the next fight. That whatever they do will not work, that the Light may consume her. She thinks of the other things she wants to tell him too, words of both affection and practicality stuck in her head.

“Feo Ul said he’d get the letters to the Source somehow,” she explains, backing up. “I want to tell him – at least to be aware of Black Rose and of the things Urianger saw in his vision. Be I’m not used to writing letters, and –“

Alisaie’s eyes soften, any judgement leaving them. “Mayhap I can help?”

She has never found it difficult to talk to Alisaie, and she shouldn’t find it so now. She’s not embarrassed, she’s perhaps just reluctant to both name her fears to those who depend on her, and to admit she ran from them. Or that – it would be easier to share if she understood her thoughts herself. She longs for the simplicity in visiting Tansu and the Confederacy, and that peace feels private.

“I would be glad.”

With her friend’s help she manages to compose something sensible, and not too long. Simply asking him, and the Confederacy, to be careful with any run-ins with Garleans and their cargo. She also tells a little of what has come to pass for her here on the First. She thinks he might find the faeries amusing, as long as he’s not on the receiving end of their shenanigans. A kinship of making people pay for their trespasses, perhaps.

“I miss him,” she blurs out at the end, wanting to add that too, needing to voice it despite her confusion. Her mind circles back to the notion that should she die or be unable to travel, would he know? That he should know he’s not forgotten, but that he means… something to her.

“You should tell,” Alisaie says. “I am not sure I’d name the Confederacy a steadfast ally, but – regrets can come too soon.” There’s something painful in the other woman’s eyes, the raw hurt unhidden.

“I’m sorry,” Meryta says. “If we’d been faster, if we’d – “

“She did what she had to do. It’s no need – it’s over now.” Alisaie shakes her head. “Please. I just – see to your letter. Mayhap I shall take my leave and trust you can write the rest without out my help. I surmise you’d rather it be so. And I think I’ve left my dear brother alone with the fairies a tad longer than he finds amusing.”

“Thank you, Alisaie.”

“Of course, my friend. Good luck with the artifacts. We will keep the Eulmorians busy.”

Meryta watches Alisaie leave, confident steps, her rapier ever ready. Meryta has no doubt about hers, and Alphinaud’s, capabilities. They will keep their pursuers at bay.

She does manage the rest of the letter, trying to shape her feelings into words, her mind occupied with the memory of brown eyes and calloused hands, and marks sucked into her flesh.

Tansui, I do not know if I will win this fight. I do not know if it will change me. I miss you. I wish to see you again. I hope to see you again if can. If I cannot know that I tried.

I would like to eat breakfast with you again. I long for it.

Satisfied, she seals the letter. At least he will know she did not abandon him, should her end come. The risk is always there, but somehow here, it feels closer than ever. Meryta shakes her head, and looks at the flowers in the blinding light. Her thoughts spin in circles.

Feo Ul and the post moogle is more than happy to accept her letter, exorbitant fee agreed on. One less thing to regret.

She doesn’t want to die. The castle on its high peak, pretty and bright. Most of all, she doesn’t want to absorb the Light of a second Lightwarden, a third, a fourth – how many are there?

She has no choice but to set out.

[secrettreestuffidk]

you ever think about how pretty much the only reason we use base10 is because we have 10 fingers and if everyone had 6 fingers on each hand we'd use base12 and never even think a thing of it and also math would be pretty much better in every way?

[matthewfelixsun]

Red - 紅色 - Rot by Matthew Felix Sun Via Flickr: Red Gouache on Paper 11" x 14" Completed in 2023 Inventory #5888.309.2023.08.088 © Matthew Felix Sun www.matthewfelixsun.com

[undertale-writing-times]

🎊 w/ wiseguy plz

(*gives bag of chips* Have a good day/night)

Gimmie my chips. Also, I decided to try something different with how he talked.

Wiseguy knew before you even did.

The real question was, did he want to know? Did he want to believe it? He didn't know. Wiseguy, as his name suggests, was smart, but he also knew too much about this world.

He knew how dangerous, mean, and evil this world could be. You know why? Because he was part of it. He was part of the problem, and he was bringing a baby into it?

How much of an idiot could he be?

But then he saw the souling start to grow and felt his magic drain whenever he was near you! It made him... happy.

He laid on the bed beside you, his head resting on your stomach. "Ey, Y/n?" When he got a hum in response, he continued. "I know yo' were shocked when yo' found out dat yo' were havin' my babybones. Yo' ain't upset 'bout dat, r' yo'? I've been worried 'bout dat." he asked, rubbing your tummy.

You let out a soft laugh at the question and shake your head. "No, I'm not... I will admit that I was shocked, but not upset. How do you feel?"

He didn't respond as he thought about it. How did he feel? He breathes out slowly and lets out a soft laugh as he responds. "I think dat I'm gonna have ta git used ta dat. As o' naw, I'm pretty happy. I got a babybones, I got a great datemate... What the heck else could someone want?"

"Good answer." you tell him, leaning down to press a kiss to his skull and letting out a soft hum. He chuckles, shutting his own sockets. Maybe getting a babybones would be a good thing for him... even if he never thought he would get one.

[criticallyobs]

Have another bite...Here is our podcast for episode 11 of Cooking Crush...

Welcome to our Podcast Back to OG where we Critically Discuss OffGun's latest show Cooking Crush. Please note we are reacting to the Uncut version of the show.

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[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine Shanks learning you are flexible

You and Shanks wrestling

You: * feels the tightness in your thigh as you are forced from a kneeling position to laying on the bed without shifting your leg in front of you and gets an idea* oh my god, my leg!

Shanks: *sees your foot tucked firmly against your ribs* Oh fuck, oh Fuck, I'm so sorry!! I'll go get Hongou, wait right here. *Gets up and trips over himself trying to sprint to the door*

Benn: *gets up from his seat to make sure you are comfortable while you wait for the doctor, but stops when he sees you move*

You: *gets up, grabs a blanket, and throws it over him and jumps on his back* ha Ha! You fell for it.

Benn: *still processing what he's seeing*

Shanks: what! But your leg!

You: * lifts your leg to display it* it's fine, it normally bends that way.

Benn: it's not supposed to.

You: meh

Shanks: not "meh" you're still going to see Hongou.

You: no

Benn: (y/n)

You: No, *climbs off Shanks's back and crawls back in bed*

Shanks: *gives a panicked look to Benn*

Benn: get em

Shanks: yes sir, *throws the blanket over you, scoop you up in it, throws the gathered ends over his shoulder, and carries you out like a bag of laundry*

You: I'm fine really! It's always done that!

Benn: *following Shanks, and stops Shanks from accidentally smacking up against things* As I said it's not supposed to.

In the infirmary

Hongou: you idiots better have a good reason to wake me up from my nap

Benn: trust me we do.

Hongou: well are ya going to enlighten me or am I supposed to start guessing?

Shanks: (y/n) does this. *Bends your leg so that the top of your foot is is pressed against the side of your ribs, near your armpit*

Hongou: *screams*

Benn: Told you it wasn't supposed to do that.

You: it's not like it hurts or damages anything, you're all being overdramatic.

Hongou: it most certainly isn't supposed to do that.... how far can you go?

You: *sighs, and reluctantly gets down on the floor and shows them your weirdest trick*

Shanks: UH hu hu! Oh my gods, that's gross!

Benn: and kinda hot

Hongou: and you really have no pain?

You: ...when I'm bending no, just tightness.

Hongou: you have some sort of hypermobility, probably.

You: Okay?

Shanks: Oh, I can think of so many uses for this talent.

Benn: Which are?

Shanks: *wiggles his eyebrows*

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[freshthoughts2020]

“YOSHI’S BARRAGE 🍌 🦖 11” x 14””