#also ending is lazy because i am lazy

[heartorbit]

happy halloween! 🎃🐈‍⬛👻🐇

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

[sugajimin]

Agust D  → D-2  → D-DAY

[sharky66]

trying to get myself to post oc art more

[k-yujin]

read the tags !! // officially quit

[mortellanarts]

Hm.... Do you hear something?

Look at the details I put into this thang

[battywitch]

I just can't believe that zero pain is the normal amount to be in

[avirael]

FFxivWrite 2024

Day 29 - Keepsake

They attacked at night. When everyone was asleep, when no one expected it. The women and children they could have easily subdued as soon as they were out of side of the settlement. But the men? The men may have been naive and tired but they also were angry from all the years they spent on the run and then in the hellhole of a town that had been Little Ala Mhigo.

They were afraid the men would give them trouble, so of course - like the cowards they were - they attacked them when they least expected it. In their sleep with spears pointed at their faces or blades at their throats. Torn from their dreams of a better future in the blink of an eye. The motivation and promises - it had all been a devious game of lies from the very beginning.

A’viloh was awoken by a sharp scream. And so was Laqa who had slept close beside him, arms wrapped around each other to keep one another warm in this cold winter night. Startled by the horrible scream A‘viloh had tried to sit up but Laqa had instinctively held him back and pulled him closer, trying to protect him.

„Shhh…“, he had whispered almost silently and signaled for A‘viloh to stay still. Laqa did not move but his eyes and ears scanned their environment. With one hand he steadied himself on the ground while the other reached for the dagger at his belt. Then as one of the armed men stepped closer, still thinking them asleep, Laqa leapt up like a snake that had waited for the right moment to strike.

A‘viloh, still with no clue what was happening at all, turned around to get a better look at the small makeshift camp they had set up for the night. Shocked he pressed a hand to his mouth, to keep himself from screaming as he saw the chaos unfolding in front of him.

He did not immediately recognise the people attacking them as the same ones who had promised to bring them into the city and give them work there, so they wouldn’t have to live in one of the slums outside of Ul‘dah’s gates. But he recognised the people that were pressed to the ground crying and screaming, while armed men tied them up. He recognised an ala mhigan man that had reached for his sword and tried to fight the attackers off, only to be hopelessly outnumbered. He was too proud to give up and threw all he had at his opponents, only to be struck down by a sword striking him from behind.

With a sudden burst of panic A‘viloh‘s eyes searched for Laqa, finding him only a few yalms away, still fighting against one of the men. Swiftly he swung his dagger at his opponent but his range just wasn’t good enough, at least fighting against a much taller enemy with a sword. Defensively he leapt back a little as the sword swung down towards him, trying to block the hit with his dagger. It slowed down the blow but his opponent was a lot stronger than him and kept pushing. Ilm by ilm the blade moved closer to his face and A‘viloh felt too petrified to do anything but watch in horror.

Then with an angry growl Laqa brought up his other hand, and grabbed the sharp blade of the sword, pushing against it with both arms, to keep the man at a distance. For a moment this trial of strength almost seemed equal, if not for the blood dripping off of Laqa‘s hand and running down his opponent’s sword. Then suddenly another man swiftly stepped closer and used the pommel of his weapon to hit Laqa against the side of his head.

With a scared shriek A‘viloh rushed forward to the other Miqo’te, who had instantly collapsed to the ground and now lay there unconscious. Protectively A‘viloh threw his body over Laqa‘s and, lacking any other means of denfense, hissed at the attackers. But the two men simply laughed about such a weak attempt of resistance. Roughly one of them grabbed A‘viloh by his arms and pulled him away, and in no time both of them had their hands tied up just like all the other innocent people who had traveled with them.

By the time the attackers had secured all of them and checked everyone for hidden weapons the sun already began to rise. A‘viloh shivered, lying curled up by Laqa‘s side, as the other Miqo’te slowly regained his consciousness and groaned in pain.

„Laqa!“, A‘viloh exclaimed silently and helped him sit up as good as he could with both his own hands tied up too.

„Vi?…“, the other Miqo’te said dazed. „Are you alright?“

A‘viloh nodded and looked down to his tied wrists. „Better than you at least…“

With a quiet hiss of pain Laqa unfurled his hand and looked at the deep red cut inside his palm. Carefully he tried to move his fingers, which fortunately still worked, but at the same time the movement made the wound start bleeding again.

„Hold still!“, A’viloh demanded and needed a moment to awkwardly peel a soft deep-green scarf from his own neck with his tied up hands. „Let me bandage that up.“

But Laqa pulled back his palm, knowing fully well how important that piece of clothing was to A‘viloh - the only keepsake he had of his dead mother. „No! Not with this! It will only get dirty…“

Witha sad smile A‘viloh nodded, took Laqa’s hand and pulled it closer again. „It will, but this is more important. The cut will only keep on bleeding otherwise and you shouldn’t get dust and sand into it. I can try to clean the scarf if we make it out of this alive, but I cannot heal you hand…“

„I am so sorry…“, Laqa murmured while A‘viloh bandaged his hand but it sounded like more than just an apology for ruining A’viloh’s precious scarf.

„It‘s not your fault…“, A’viloh insisted, wrapping the thin, light fabric around Laqa‘s hand a few times, before making a knot and wrapping the rest of it around his lower arm.

With a guilty expression Laqa looked to the ground and stayed silent. Still slightly shaking, A‘viloh shifted to sit closely beside him and rested his head on Laqa‘s shoulder. With a sigh the blonde Miqo’te tilted his head to rest on A’viloh’s. „I am sorry, Vi��� You have to be so scared...“

„I am.“, A‘viloh admitted and closed his eyes. „But I was more scared about you…“

[riwooga]

DOL npcs part 6, Monster edition 👀✨

This…..took years off my life 🥲

It was really a struggle of figuring out how humanoid vs monstrous they each should be, but I tried to find a good balance! 🤧

Can I also just say that the Night Monster is severely underrated I cannot stress enough how much I want to romance them 😩💕💕💕

…and here are the close ups 👀✨

[screamingwiththewolves]

Let me just say, that Jekyll is a far more patient person than me. If some lady slapped me, then called me a slut, before I've said anything to her, her ass would have been out the door so fast.

[doonarose]

I dunno, I kind of want Season 3 to have skipped over a bunch of stuff so we can start with Aziraphale in heaven, plotting to overthrow all of it from the Metatron down, stop the second coming, and move back to earth as soon as possible. He's assembled a secret army made up of a bunch of other like-minded demons and angels, who, he has discovered also just want to have niche hobbies and play at the boundaries of humanity. They only needed to be slightly tempted into it and now they all have their own little human obsessions and have promised that when they go to earth, they'll only be working the smallest of miracles and curses which Aziraphale is quite confident will inevitably all just cancel each other out.

Crowley's mostly worked out his Point, and has begrudgingly made friends, some drinking buddies that he can rile up and call names and it's not quite the same as having Aziraphale around but he's no longer passively suicidal all the bloody time. He probably coaches a junior football team, or volunteers at an animal rescue a day or two each week, and runs multiple twitter accounts stirring shit up online. He's got a job, one he takes quite a lot of pride in, running the Alnwick Garden where the collection of poisonous plants has tripled during his tenure and the number of humans passing out has only doubled. There has also been a remarkable increase in the number of both meet-cutes and divorces occurring within the gardens that the Times once tried to report on but the journalist and all her notes disappeared before going to print. Crowley organises small expeditions to the unexplored corners of the world, always able to find some underground cavern or lush rainforest or barren desert that somehow all of humanity has missed. And within them, new plants for him to catalogue and, on occasion, vaguely eldritch, albeit thumb sized, new beasts.

So by the time we see them coming back together, they've done their personal growth and we can see that and, importantly, they can see that, and so all that's left to do is communicate with each other properly, which will likely be screaming for about twenty minutes, making out for about another fifteen, and then a lazy hour of quiet apologies, confessions, and secrets. Then they stop the second coming (while holding hands, and kissing, and flirting and beaming) and live happily ever after.

[greyias]

Delighted to report I finally cracked the code on my quest to successfully emulate Starbuck's Apple Crisp macchiato—and the secret is Oatly Barista Edition. That was the magic I was missing in my previous (admittedly still tasty) attempts. Not that anyone else is this obsessed about a seasonal apple pie flavored coffee drink as me, but for future reference, to create a 16 oz cup:

2 pumps syrup (aka 1 tbsp/0.5 oz)

3/4 cup Oatly Barista Edition oat milk floated on top of syrup

ice filled to 2 inches below the rim of the glass

top with 2 shots of blonde espresso

drizzle with spiced apple drizzle (or be lazy like me and just use this, it's close enough and lasts forever in the fridge)

✨✨ MAGIC ✨✨

[jils-things]

as much as i love coloring i think ive gotten way too ambitious lately (not a bad thing!) in coloring my artwork that its starting to actually intimidate me to keep going

tldr i recently found out i hate organizing my layers LMFAOOOO

[aromanticannibal]

The pattern is that people straight up do not read™. or they read a 3-5 tweet summary of what happened and treat it as if they did. or because shonen expectations based on "the classics" is bullshit and significantly rotted people's brains when deciding wether an ending is good or not.

Which could be nothing right

yeahhh. i will forever regret reading the last chapter through leaks because it was a dreadful experience, and watching everyone ever shit on it for like a week after genuinely made me want to just get off the internet forever or something because i felt like an idiot for liking the ending (all this is my fault for getting too invested in both tumblr and mha etc etc).

All the "it's rushed" and pacing complaints barely matter to me at this point because you just cannot feel the pacing of something correctly when you're reading it exclusively through leaks. you can't absorb info like that. And don't get me started on the number of complaints and criticisms I've seen of the last chapter that are just provably bullshit (I saw someone say Izuku didn't get a statue lmao. yes he did, you just read the fucking leaks and watched twitter drama unfold instead of reading the actual chapter i fear).

[dandyshucks]

i have decided the worst thing about high fatigue days is that I am too fatigued to even draw my beloveds -_-