#31/8/2024

[6kate1bishop6]

ty for tagging me @you-know-i-get-itt !!

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

won’t you live for me

neil has a sibling au — cecilia

what’s in a name

andreil exchange student au

trk katelyn rewrite

those are probably the most coherent ones that i actually have in files i fear i have a bunch of ideas strewn all over my notes app

npt: @automaticsoulharmony @iron-sides @sapphoherselz @mauvemischief

[photozoi]

The Wizzard on his Special Candle Day, he is an 8 year old pupper now.

Where has the time gone.... ???

Borzoi

[thevikingwoman]

Meryta, busy in the midst of trying to help her friends get back from the First, takes a time to visit her lover Tansui. Unfortunately she finds him sick - but she doesn't mind taking care of him a bit. While there, she has time for reflection and maybe a few realizations.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV | Words: 2542 | Read on Ao3

I was recently out of commission with a very annoying cold, so of course I kept myself going dreaming up a sweet sickfic-trope scenario. I hope you enjoy some fluff!

Meryta Khatin x Tansui | Early shb patches | romance Rating: Teen. Fluff, romance, sickfic, food as a love language, feelings, swearing, black magic headcanons, minor black mage jobquest spoilers

Homesick

“You may want to skip out right away,” Rasho says. He’s sitting alone at his usual table, Tansui nowhere in sight.

Meryta lifts her eyebrows, and he explains: “Tansui’s sick in bed.”

“Should I worry? Can I help?”

“Nothing serious - a cold or something. But a sick pirate is a sorry sight if there was one.”

Worried despite Rasho’s reassurances, she finds Tansui’s dwelling. Maybe she can do something, and besides that, she did come to visit him in the short time that she has. She doesn’t bother knocking, gently pushing the door open. It’s dark inside, his curtains drawn and just a small oil lamp casting a dim light across the room.

“Meryta?”

Tansui sits half up in his bed, covered in a twisted blanket, his hair messy. “Is that you or a fever dream?”

He coughs, rough and loud, covering his mouth with a cloth and collapsing on himself.

“Tansui – I’m here, I – how are you?”

She rushes over, her hand brushing against his face. He does feel hot to touch, his brow sticky. The stale air doesn’t help either.

“Not worth much to see me such, sick as a dog. Good to see you well, though –” He coughs a little again, his voice strained, and falls silent.

“Shhh - spare your voice.” He opens his mouth as to protest, but she continues, no wish to hear that rattling cough again. It sounds painful. “And no matter, it’s always worth it to see you, Tansui.”

She tucks a bit of his hair away from his forehead, and he smiles carefully as he looks up at her. He looks awful, really, his lips dry and eyes unfocused.

Meryta gets up and opens the window in the kitchen – fresh, cool air will be nice. There’s a pitcher of water, and she pours a glass for him. He drinks all of it carefully, and she gets another.

“Are you hungry?”

He shakes his head.

“I’m not sure my healing can do much for a cold – but let me try.”

Day or night, the stars and the gates of the heavens are always present and heed her call. Her aether swirls through her, out of her, and over and into Tansui. She tries to find if she can heal or bring relief anywhere, anyhow, but she’s not a chirurgeon. Her healing is meant to close wounds and provide succor in battle, not cure the sick.

“Feels nice enough,” he says – but she’s not really doing anything. She shakes her head and withdraws her hands and her aether. He still feels hot, his skin sticky.

“Are you hot?”

He nods. “Yes. I felt cold earlier, but its too hot in here.” He kicks at the blankets.  She sorts them, but puts them back over his legs.

“You have a fever. You shouldn’t get too cold.”

He makes a noise of displeasure, and sticks his feet out from the blanket. Fine. There’s a bucket of water with a rag by the bed – someone else left it, and she dips and wrings the cloth. The water is tepid, almost warm, but she still wipes the sweat from his brow.

“Meryta,” he says, and kicks at the blankets, twisting them again. “So pretty.”

“You should rest, Tansui.”

“Too fucking hot.”

The tepid water is not helping, if only it was cold, or – perhaps she could create some ice? She frowns. The truth is, she doesn’t have that kind of control, her black magic large and destructive. It’s a nice thought, to freeze a bit of water, but she’s just as likely to have a hunk of ice take out the side of the building.

“I’ll be right back,” she says, and kisses his hair.

Meryta grabs an empty bucket and fills it with fresh water from the well. Then she walks off, out of the settlement and around the stone that supports Heaven on High, into the narrow piece of land between the rocks. The ground is sandy, coarse stubborn grass growing where nothing else will.

She places the bucket and stands back. She’s come a long way recently, the black magic proving a great outlet when she feels restless about her aether, worrying it will overwhelm her. But she’s not a technician, and she rolls her eyes thinking of Zhai'a’s admonishments. She does need to control it better, but it’s good enough for battle.

She blasts the bucket, the air freezing, and a block of ice forming around it, then shattering. The grass is covered in frost and ice shards. Not an indoors endeavor. But the bucket is full of ice, and with her goal accomplished, she heads back to Tansui.

He’s still awake when she returns, smiling and then coughing as she enters the room. The ice is easily cut into chunks – her control with the katana is no issue and the blade is sharp and pure. She dumps pieces of ice in the warm water and dips the rag in it. Much better.

“Mmm, nice,” Tansui whispers when she brushes it across his brow. She seats herself next to him. He has closed his eyes now, and she hopes it’s in relief. He sighs when she brushes the rag across his shoulders and his chest.

“That’s why you came, to put your hands on my chest,” he mumbles.

She can’t help but grin.

“A little lower, please.”

She drags the cool water across the top of his abdomen, careful not to make the whole bed wet. Tansui cracks an eye open.

“You could go lower still.”

She starts, and he winks at her.

“Ass!”

“Pirate.”

“You need to rest,” she says firmly, smiling broadly. It would not be useful to give in to his antics, but it’s good to hear them.

“This is helping?”

“S’feel good, yes.”

She returns to her task, and cools his brow again. Tansui’s head falls forward, and he sighs again when she runs the cloth along his nape, lifting his messy hair out of the way.  His braid is one big tangle from sleeping on it, probably tossing and turning.

“Scoot a little forward,” she says, kissing his shoulder. “Let me fix your hair.”

He makes a noise that she supposes is assent, and moves himself a little forward so she can sit behind him. She starts, gently undoing his braid and the tangles with her hands. His hair is soft, the purple and black strands parting for her with a little patience. She likes, loves, that he takes the time to dye it, the flash of brightness suits him, for all the Confederacy’s practicality. She runs her fingers through it one more time.

“Do you want me to rebraid it? Or leave it loose?”

She prefers to have her hair loose when sleeping, but she knows he sometimes keeps it braided and she doesn’t know if it’s laziness or preference.

“I like your hands it in, Meryta.”

She’s more than happy to oblige. He should really rest, though, his shoulders slumped as he sits. She scoots herself further back, and leans against the wall.

“Lay down,” she says, hands gently pulling his shoulders, maneuvering them both until his head is in her lap. She resumes running her hands through his hair and across his scalp. “Rest.”

He closes his eyes and makes himself comfortable. Then opens his eyes again, looking up at her.

“How are you, Meryta? Are you here long? Tell me.”

“I can’t stay long, I’m afraid.” She tries to make time, after everything, but once again things start to seem urgent. “We’re looking for a way to get everyone back home. Their bodies and souls being apart is taking its toll. I worry – we’re working on it. We will find a solution, to carry their souls and minds across the void. But it has been a long time, especially for Thancred. I think he’s worse off than he lets on.” At least others share her concern. “It’s not my area of expertise, but I can help with the practical stuff.” Fetching things and people and fighting what she can.

“Mmm. You’ll all find a way. I’m sure of it. Problem solvers the lot of you.” Tansui has closed his eyes again. “And creators of them. What else. There’s always something else.”

She doesn’t admonish him on account of being sick, but he’s also right.

“Ryne – I did tell you about Ryne, did I not? She’s found something, in the empty place flooded by light. She’s going to try and fix things.” She explains, about the Empty and Eden and Ryne’s plans, and the change of aethereal balance they’ve set in motion. There’s a lot to tell and explain, her hands slowly caressing Tansui as she speaks. Her tail winds itself across his chest, she can’t help it. He catches it lazily, his hand holding it close.

She’s so proud of Ryne. The drive of her, to figure out who she is, and to fight for her world on her own premise. Not just fight for it, but change it. Create something, something big. If she can truly transform the landscape – and she will – it’s incredible.

Pulling herself back to the story, Meryta looks down on Tansui, who’s seems asleep now. Without rush or interruption, she really looks at him, and all the ways he is handsome to her. His skin tanned from the sun and sea,. the crow’s feet around his eyes His distinctive nose. His beard, scruffy and dark and a bit novel still. Of course she’s seen lots of people of many races with beards by now, but no au ra has them, prominent scales adorning the jaws on some people instead. Whichever you see in childhood still sticks with you. Same with his ears, soft and round. She holds herself back from tracing his ears and jaw, in case she wakes him, but she loves it. His features are interesting and wonderful and somehow now, familiar too. She doesn’t mind sitting here, while he sleeps; while he gets better.

Is this what love feels like?

She frowns. No use to think of now. Tansui is fast asleep, breathing steadily. She does not want to wake him, so she keeps petting his hair and closes her own eyes. Her thoughts turn back to Ryne.

Ryne’s a better hero than she can ever be, the force of her growing and healing her world. Meryta herself, she’s better at changing things through fighting. For all she’s done, the big things were not her actions. Aymeric is the one ended the Dragonsong war, his political influence and boldness bringing change. Hien and Lyse freed their countries, brought them out from under the grasp of Garlemald, their people following them. She’s a pointy tool, but when the fighting is over, other people are the true heroes. People like Ryne. Meryta is happy enough to fix both a sword and a plough, to make a pretty necklace or dig an irrigation ditch. She likes being a fixer too, but it’s in the small, mundane and physical ways.

She should check on the enclave soon, see how the rice fields are doing; the school too. And Charlemand’s infirmary. Good people, whom she can help in her own small ways. Her thoughts wander – to her friends back at the First, to her friends here she has missed. Back to Tansui, snoring slightly with a firm grip on her tail.

-

The next thing she notices is the sun filling the room. It’s morning, and she must have drifted off last night, trying not to disturb him. There’s a slight cramp in her shoulder from siting and sleeping, but it’s not too bad. She tries to move it, shuffle around without waking Tansui. She doesn’t succeed. He cracks his eyes open – at least they look more focused today. She rests her hand against his brow, and he feels less warm to touch too. His fever seem to have broken.

“Good morning,” she says.

“Morning.” He frowns. “Did you sit there all night?”

“I didn’t want to wake you. And I fell asleep.”

“Oh.” His cheeks color and she worries momentarily if he’s feeling feverish again.

“How are you feeling?”

“Much better, I think. Hungry.”

“I’ll cook you something.”

“No need, I’ll just – “

“Please, Tansui, I need to leave soon, but I can do this. You should still rest.”

She wriggles out away from him, and he sighs and shuffles in the bed to sit up.

“I’m not that infirm.”

She ignores him and starts in the kitchen. Rummaging around, she finds some cooked rice and eggs, and it’s fast enough to fry them up for a meal. Tansui hasn’t left the bed, sitting against the wall in it with his eyes closed. Still tired, no matter his protests. She crushes a bit of dried seaweed over the dish. Something simple should do.

Tansui accepts the dish, and she sits on the chair next to his bed to eat her own plate. While he is absorbed by the food, she can’t help but look at him, carefully from beneath her lashes. There’s something unhurried and undefined, eating breakfast together messily like this. She’s happy to see his appetite, and to make him food. She wants to share this with him, whether he’s sick or well.

“Thank you. He looks up from his plate, and then down again. “I’m sorry. I should have cooked, or –”

“You’re not well. And I’m happy to cook for you.”

“And it was good, but you’re – in my house and it’s… well.” He hesitates and shrugs.

“Well, it’s only fair. It’s not as if I have a home to invite you to.”

As she says it she wonders; where does she feel at home? Maybe she should find a more permanent place – once everyone is back. Somewhere she can invite Tansui. It’s an appealing thought, but fleeting for now.

She finishes her own plate, and cleans them both. Simple moments for the two of them. Her heart pounds in her chest. But for now, she has more duties, and friends to help. She can’t bring herself to leave quite yet, though, and finds something else to clean, her eyes drifting to Tansui ever so often.

“You don’t have to stick around, Meryta. I’m not much company.”

“It’s alright – I’m glad to see you – “

He reaches for her, and she sits at the edge of his bed, her hand in his. Easy.

“I do appreciate your care, looking like shite as I do, but I know your time is short. Better be back when I’m well again. Besides – loath as I am to admit it, I should rest more.”

“Promise me you’ll do so?”

“Aye.”

 She squeezes his hand, and they both smile, the moment between them suspended in time, filled with unspoken words.

It breaks when Tansui coughs, curling forward and letting go of her.

“Go save your friends.” He waves her off.

“Get well, Tansui. I’ll be back soon.”

“Yes. You will.” He smirks confidently at her, haggard as he looks. Then he leans back against the wall and closes his eyes. Her heart skips and heat flushes through her. She hopes she hasn’t caught his illness.

“Stay safe.”

 His words float after her as she slips out the door.

[dare-g]

The films I watched in October 📽️

[shinigami-striker]

Super Mario Land | Wednesday, 07.31.24

On this day, Super Mario Land was released 35 years ago in North America (alongside the Game Boy itself).

[asagaquru]

すすきので飲んで、最寄駅のスーパーでガリガリ君の梨を2人でひとつずつ食べて帰る帰り道がなんだか嫌で、なんだか愛おしかった。

日常なのにちょっと特別で、愛おしくて、日常とは言い切れないことが脆さや儚さを含有していて嫌だった。「ずっとこうあればいいのに」と願ってしまえば、パチンと終わってしまうかのような予感がして、声にするのをやめた。代わりに「梨って美味しいよね」 「俺梨の方がりんごより好きだな」 「スーパーに並ぶのはもう少し後かな？今年は生の梨を食べよう」 と約束する。

今日は日中の空が高かった。秋の空だ。暑さも寒さも彼岸までというのに、札幌はまだ28度で背中にじわっと汗が滲む。でも歩いてみれば、木槿や秋明菊やコスモスが花開かせているのに気づく。秋の花のピンクはどれも似ている。

[elementoftheeye]

No photo today. This morning I've been cleaning in the basement... going through old magazines, clippings, books, and the like that I have either been published in or created for clients... listening to music becoming pretty emotionally charged. Boy, do I miss the feeling of seeing my new work.

[enbypotat53]

Day 27 of the August Wheel! Today is Specimen 8 from Spooky's House of Jumpscares/Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion! 💙

[suckaysuamigos200]

para el día 8 de Maymaginations hoy le toca a magia

para este día decidí dibujar el maguito explosivo que durante uno de sus espectáculos donde intentaba sacar algo de su sombrero al final termina en una explosión pero el mago está bien 🎩💥.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

for day 8 of Maymaginations today it's magic's turn

For this day I decided to draw the explosive magician that during one of his shows where he tried to get something out of his hat in the end it ends in an explosion but the magician is fine 🎩💥..

[jualrumputsintetis10]

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[monochromaticskies]

day 7: answer

word count: 469

FANON/COLLABORATIVE: DINA BENBOUALI, YÁNG UKEJE

in which in a brief moment of 'true reality', yáng begs for answers from anyone she can find—just happening to stumble into her classmate, dina.

contains themes of drug and alcohol use, death and derealisation, as well as general horror stuff. the characters are ocs made for the DDLC universe, but can stand alone in this oneshot without any knowledge of canon. the character of dina belongs to my friend kiose (Kiose_ on wattpad), and yáng to me. other author's notes at the end.

"Jesus, Yáng," Dina snaps, grabbing the other girl roughly by the shoulders to prevent them from falling over. Normally she would immediately push Yáng away, but they aren't sober—swaying on the spot, they stare disconcertingly through her, dark eyes full of fear even now, in school, where there is no need to be.

"Dina!" Their eyes suddenly focus on Dina's face, a serious brown, suddenly appearing utterly serious, in control, at least in their face; even though, outwardly, they still look a mess, more than usual: red ribbons loose in their hair matching the one falling apart at Dina's neck, greyish, sickly. "I need you. I need your help, Dina, please—"

Shit. She makes an attempt to shush Yáng, hands slipping to their wrists, holding them tight. She's seen them like this before, but not recently. She researched how to help them through panic attacks or mania or whatever the fuck this is, but can't remember any of it now. "I'm already here," Dina says cautiously, still handling the other with as much care as she can force out as they take huge, recovering breaths. "Calm down. God, just calm down."

"I— I am calm," they manage, "but s-someone just tried to kill me, I promise, I nearly died, I don't know why and I thought you might, you know things, don't you?" All in one breath.

Yáng stares and breathes shudderingly and watches Dina like she's a god. What the hell does she know? She knows something is going on, something tearing at the edges of her reality, ripping everything she knows to shreds—she knows Yáng has changed and they drink more now, she knows she herself has gotten worse, back to dependency on anything except herself; and having this ordinary, sober version of Yáng back for this brief moment, which she knows won't last, is too much to handle when they look at Dina like this.

"Nobody tried to kill you," she whispers, even as the girl begins to sway again, as if there was a brief shift where reality returned but now they're back to where they were before. Dina has a sick awareness, she feels, that no-one else has. But even with that, her lips move to form words that she doesn't want to say: "You're okay. You're not going to die."

Yáng smiles hazily, shoulders slumping, their attentiveness and knowledge of anything being wrong slipping away back to normal. A weight settles on Dina again, one briefly lifted up when Yáng was briefly aware of something not right; but her mind has returned to its ordinary fog again, and she nudges Yáng away, eyes following them stumble down the bright white corridor. She needs answers, but tiny reprieves like that aren't going to grant her them. Dina needs someone else who knows.

this one was super fun to write, even though i'm not totally sure it will make sense to anyone going in blind—if not, sorry, feel free to ask me anything! not sure if this is canon to the story they're a part of, but it's fun to think about. it took me a while to work this one out but i'm proud of it now, and i hope you enjoyed it; see you on day eight! <3

[utsuroyihon]

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[xaviergalatis]

Got a jar of pickles and a stale baguette

In my head there's a chorus

Got a jar of pickles and a stale baguette

In my head there's a chorus

Rock and roll duet

I'm on a scooter with a helmet made of tin

Pedaling through the puddles

I'm not sure where we've been

Woke up this morning

With a pie in my hair

Caught a glimpse of the doggy

Sunshines melting snow flakes on the sidewalk cracks

Going to find some sugar

And make a lemonade attack !

An it's weird, weird world

When your spinning around

I'm talking to the birds

Who are singing over underground (over there)

Life is a bitch

With the cover ripped apart

I'll be your sidekick if you promise not to start

I found a parking meter with a sign that says "Free" (park here!)

So I'm dancing with my second cup of tea

Broke a mirror ( it's broken!)

But I'm feeling lucky

So I'll leave my shoes

And it's a strange , strange day

When the clouds are all away

I'm tying up balloons

To the side Of the sink

Life is crazy

My life is crazy

Let's build a spaceship !

Fly away !

All the neighbors think I'm , weird

But they don't understand

Why I'm serenading pigeons with a ukulele band (Sarah!)

We're all just juggling confetti

And trying to find a little plate of spaghetti

It's kind of funny, funny life ...

I'm sipping on Moonshine with a poppyseed coat

You think it's funny? boy, you is mistaken

Life's a fast trip, fast car, Rockstars

Imma emo thug n my rockstar phase

I'm emo I'm so emo [x8]

[kits-ships]

hi im kit/angel! im 24 and use they/she/ze pronouns! dni: proshippers, zionists, maps, zoos, terfs, etc. (sometimes i just block off of vibes alone btw!)

i'm currently fixated on demon slayer, and my main f/os atm are sanemi + leon (pkmn) :3 (i <3 sharing f/os + source material- pls talk to me if we share + ur ok w/ that!!!) my carrd has my full dni, byf, and f/o list w/ tags!

other info: ♡ i love my ocs/self inserts <3 i adore posting way too much about them ♡ i consider this blog 75% selfship, 25% oc x canon ! ♡ i have a physical husband as well! he doesnt selfship but he knows abt it! ♡ lmk if you need anything tagged! i do my best to tag stuff but i forget a lot!

[justbeingnamaste]

DR. BEN CARSON: “First, they tried to ruin his reputation, and he's more popular now than ever. Then, they tried to bankrupt him, and he's got more money now than he had before. And then they tried to put him in prison, and he’s freer and has made other people free with him. And then last weekend, they tried to kill him, and there he is, alive and well.”

If God is for us, who can be against us?