#but that is fine

[smolghostbot]

Promptober: Home/Blanket

Now that I finally posted Contralto The Hero, I can share this little comfypasta I wrote for myself as kind of an epilogue to the story. I don't see Trill becoming a recurring character or anything but I wanted to show that they do indeed end up in a good place.

Word Count: ~460

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“Good night, Trill. Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“Yes, okay, Ninna. Good night,” Trill said as they laid down in their new room. It was a small space, divided from the main room of the little house by a barrier just tall enough that nobody could peer over it.

It was only a week ago that Trill was led here by a brave hero, who saved them from a terrible fate inside of an abandoned building. They were taken to this village, where Ninna immediately volunteered to raise the young child as her own.

Since then, Trill’s life had been wonderful. The sprite town was located in the wall of a “convenience store”, a store which was open for most hours of the day, but was full of food and materials for the borrower sprites to bring back to the village. Most of it was preserved foods, too, meaning it would last a while in the village’s food store. Water was in ample supply as well, as the pipes in the building would collect water through a process one of the adults described as “condensation”, though Trill didn’t know the science. What they did know was that this town was leagues better than anywhere they had lived before.

The little sprite cuddled underneath their blanket, a soft fabric re-knitted into a quilt by their… by Ninna, as they closed their eyes and tried to drift off to sleep. They could hear the distant sound of the roads, and the hum of fluorescent lights from within the interior of the store. It had taken a while to get used to, but the noise was almost relaxing in a way. Trill slowly hummed a note which harmonized with the buzzing noise as they lay there.

“Trill, are you okay? I hear you singing in there.” Ninna said through the wall.

“Sorry, I’m fine, Ninna, just relaxing a bit,” Trill said apologetically, afraid they had upset their new guardian.

“No need to apologize, dear. I was just making sure you weren’t in pain. I’ll leave you be, then,” the voice over the wall said, as Ninna resumed what she was doing. Last Trill had seen, the older sprite was knitting again using some discarded fabric, making some new clothes for her new child.

Her new child… Trill thought, still processing the fact. Truly, they didn’t think Ninna would ever replace their birth parents, as awful as they were, but she wanted to give the old woman a chance. Ninna was their new parent, and this was their new home.

Trill rolled over in bed, their eyes slowly growing heavy as they reflected on the last week. Eventually, the lull of the background noises took hold, and Trill found themself falling into a deep sleep.

[zelda-a-new-age]

Have a whale shark Zelden for Mer-may!!

I really love how he turned out so so much!! Trying to find a sea creature to fuse him with was really tough, but I think whale shark works really well!!!

[joachimz]

oh. good news friends. i got accepted into my transfer uni & am now admitted :’)

[pangur-and-grim]

also I got a tattoo partially re-coloured today and they bandaged me in veterinary wrap like I'm a sick horse

[szczekaczz]

Henriëtte Ronner-Knip, A dog and her puppies

[omegaverse-anesthesiologist]

why is ao3 is blocked on the hospital wifi????

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[michaeladavenport]

Michael A Davenport, 3,090 Degrees Fahrenheit (Oil on canvas, 2025)

30in x 48in

[clonerightsagenda]

I was rambling on the issue of museums and human remains and how certain populations are more likely to have their bodies put on display to be gawked at and then went "well I guess the Pompeii casts were of Europeans. there are bones in there right?" and Googled it to make sure, at which point I confirmed that yes there are bones in there, but more interestingly DNA testing revealed that a cast of an adult holding a child everyone assumed was a mother and child were, in fact, a man and a kid entirely unrelated to him. Honestly that's more moving to me. Maybe they were connected in a way other than blood, but maybe a stranger saw a child when the world was ending and thought the one thing he could do was hold them.

[cafeyote]

me and gang at the haunted house

[marisatomay]

People will claim to be a fan of some thing and then hate all of the themes and motifs and story lines and plot lines and protagonists and antagonists like man I don’t think that you actually like it here

[afniel]

This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.

[sillywormz]

when a character has a shirtless scene and they have washboard abs and no sign of any belly fat not even a little bit

[copepods]

crazy how 4 hours of work will literally take up my entire 15+ hour day. who allowed this

[stealingpotatoes]

tried to tell my faithful eunuch Tucker that he was basically tumblr famous, but he was too focused on defending the homestead to care