#day 7 done!!!

[boowhumps]

|WHUMPRIL 2023|

|Day 7 ~ Unsteady|

(@whumpril)

⚠TW⚠

- Swearing

- Mention of Needles

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As soon as I woke up I knew that today was not going to be a good day.

Waking up late was the first bad thing, since it caused me to miss breakfast.

I barely managed to make it to my first class on time, and then I remembered the quiz we had that day, so there's bad thing #2.

Bad thing #3 was forgetting a jacket when the weather forecast said it would rain.

And bad thing #4 was the migraine I had basically all day.

And as soon as the dreadful day was almost over, bad thing #5 began.

My migrane went away and was replaced with an unsteady feeling. Every step I took was wobbly. I felt really light-headed.

I still went around the house cleaning, cooking dinner, studying, yet this feeling wouldn't leave me.

Even once Kaiden got home hours later the feeling persisted.

"Hey.." Said Kaiden, his eyes studying me. "Are you alright? You look pale."

"Fine." I mumbled, even though I was clearly not fine. "You can go take a shower.. I'll clean up a bit."

I forced my body through cleaning up the kitchen even with the feeling that I was going to fall over.

Once the kitchen was clean I finally accepted that I wasn't ok in the slithtest, but by then it was too late.

As I walked into the living room to sit for a bit, everything started spinning like some weird fair ride.

My vision was blurred with black spots and my body went limp. I found that lost consciousness before I even hit the floor..

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I slowly felt myself coming to my senses, my ears picking up the sound of a muffled voice.

"-can you hear me?"

I groan escaped my lips and I brought my arms up to cover my eyes.

Since when were the lights so damn.. bright?

"Oh thank god, I was about to call an ambulance." I heard Kaiden sigh in relief.

"Are you crazy..?" I groan. "The last thing I need is.. a bunch of needles in me as I lay in a hospital bed.."

"Yeah yeah.." He mumbles.

I open my eyes slightly to see his concerned face staring at me.

"Ok Karyme.. What the hell happened?" He asks.

I stare at him blanky.

"Nothin'.."

He sighs into his hands like a disappointed father.

"What do you mean nothing.? Passing out is not nothing."

I blink my eyes at him.

"Nothin'.. serious.. I pass out all the time.."

He looks at me with a 'why are you like this?' look.

"Yes.. I know that, but you never pass out like this. Something's clearly wrong."

I groan again and shut my eyes.

"Calm down Grammy Nominee.."

A confused "eh" sound is all I hear before another loud sigh.

"Geez.. You really are out of it, huh?"

I cover my ears.

"Shut up.. Stop screaming.."

I earn yet another sigh from Kaiden.

"No one is screaming- you know what.. Just go back to sleep. It'll make you feel better."

I snort as his tone.

"Okay dad.."

He huffs in offence at my teasing.

"Call me dad again and we're gonna have issues."

I open my eyes to look at him and put my hand up to cover his mouth.

"Shhhhhh, I'm sleeping." I say as I close my eyes and uncover his mouth.

He sighs for the millionth time.

"Ugh.. What am I gonna do with you..?"

I find myself falling back asleep before I could give a snarky comeback.

Lucky lucky.

[spielzeugkaiser]

Being on the nostalgia train this week really helped stretching my artistic legs again. So here, have some old things and some new! For now I'm done with this.

[galaxystt]

its really a big mystery, isn't it? (excuse the crunchy gif quality omg idk how to make it less pixelated so im just uploading the images separately ;o;)

[umblrspectrum]

you'll never guess which movie i finally watched after 2 years of being lazy

[lystacre]

“We can rest now”

[cynicallyneutral]

「coward」

[expelliarmus]

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

rough day...

[deoidesign]

My comic is so pretty...

The hiatus is letting me take a little extra time on these episodes, and I'm definitely putting it to good use!!!

[k-chips]

RadioApple Week day 6 “Sleeping”

🍎📻 The king is very clingy

[lesliemeyers]

this is kinda... for both today's day of Kyle Week (favorite Kyle ship) and day 7 (Post-Covid/Adult) just really early.

+ extras ↴

okay first of all the song is Becoming Shadows by Stef Chura, in case anyone was wondering <3 (like the ending of the song with a little editing tho because. i only had so many frames in mind to draw lmao)

second, here are a few still assets from this (without the same exact texture + color grading used in the video tho. that stuff was done in after effects/when i was assembling the pieces)

third, i just really like how this preliminary rough painting/sketch layer looked so have that too

[heartorbit]

i would advise against sneaking a bunch of silly billies into your castle

[stresslitzia]

Here in a sanctum long abandoned, Unto the tinder falls a spark. I have a holy call to answer, to be an Angel of the Dark.

(Sparkle on, btw)

[nico-di-genova]

Something about Lance frequently touching his neck, chest, stomach, wrapping his arms around himself as a self-soothing technique and how Fernando is always the first person to reach for his neck, hugging him and always placing a hand on the back of his neck…something about Fernando noticing the frequent self-soothing and offering comfort in his own way. Yeah.

[dgcakes]

Ferdibert Week 2024 - Day 7 - Free Day

Just a tender moment.

Thanks to all of my friends who were encouraging me as I went through this, especially Dark, Tully, and the pen pals crew. I was not sure I was gonna get through this piece at all at first and you folks kept me going.

[tsunael]

wolcred week |  1. 'the first.'

They all knew it was coming. Either their brightest star would claim the last of the Light, or the Light would claim her.

What were they to do but careen to their inevitable deaths? He had sacrificed one lamb for another, and now a third was to be laid upon the butcher's block. How many must die so that another might live?

He would not forget the sight of the woman before him, holding her outstretched hands aloft as the curtain of Light parted one last time to reveal the night sky in all her glory. Menphina smiled down in a smirk of a crescent for their efforts, and just as she had appeared, was the curtain drawn once again.

He didn’t need an aetherometer to see that Tsuna was suffused– the aether was thick, cloying enough to be seen. The ewer of her body failed to contain it, finally splitting at the seams for a means of escape.

Their ascian friend dealt the final blow. The Exarch, in his well-meaning duplicity, left for dead. And then Tsuna slumped to the ground, just as lifeless.

He ought to be angry– furious– for Urianger’s joint deception, for his own empty hands, or for the cards Sister Fate had dealt them time and time again, but the queer feeling roiling within him was not one of anger, but of fear. He stood there, powerless, shaking to his core whilst the twins rushed to Tsuna’s aid alongside Ryne.

Even Minfilia could not wholly extinguish the Light– she could only freeze it in time– and as Ryne sank to her knees beside the supine woman in hopes of doing the same, he could only watch in abject horror.

“Give her room,” he barked, though the twins were undeserving of his ire as he approached. They still took a collective step back.

Brilliant white blood readily trickled from Tsuna’s nose, and by way of her laboured breathing it was evident that she was being torn apart by a force of which a layman could not hope to see. Something within Tsuna was stirring, whether it was brought about by her own will, or by Ryne’s suppression, he couldn’t know.

It began first in her hands as they twitched and grasped for purchase, then her spine as it coiled. Her eyes snapped open, hungry and searching, as she lunged for the Oracle’s throat in hopes of supping upon the wellspring.

Thancred fell to his knees, wrestling the woman onto her back as an inhuman screech tore from her throat. “Don't stop!”  he cried out, harsh with concerted effort. There was an unnatural strength burgeoning within her tiny frame that even as a man grown he struggled to contend with, and if Ryne did not finish the ritual, it would swallow them whole.

Ryne was shaken, but nothing if not determined. The power flowed through her once more, and Tsuna’s struggles came to a head. She thrashed upon the ground against his weight, spitting blood, and gnashing teeth. She would bite her tongue if it kept up-- he could barely hold her steady long enough for Ryne to work in her magicks. 

“In our lifetime, please!” 

"I'm trying!" "Ryne made a frustrated growl of effort as a bead of sweat rolled down her cheek. The very aether about them seemed to compress, tangible enough that even he could feel it become leaden as it coalesced.

Tsuna cried out one last time, waning to a whine as she pushed wildly against his arms, seizing. Her legs writhed as if a sudden, great pain knifed through her. And then all was silent. 

Ryne immediately flagged, catching herself on the marble. Her power had all but been exhausted whilst he held the aftermath limp in his arms. Y’shtola and Urianger had begun to crowd about, to inquire, to plan, to move, but all he could do was hold the small woman in his arms, and pray to the Twelve, unseen, that the Light did not break through once again whilst their last bastion was too weak to hold.

“Ryne,” he called, softly, intently. Apology was writ together in his tone. “Are you all right?”

She nodded, though he knew she waned, looking close to tears from it all.

He swallowed thickly, realising he shared in the sentiment. 

Adjusting Tsuna’s body in his arms, he felt just how cold she had grown. They needed a chirurgeon's assistance, and to get off this Godsforsaken rock, but more than that they needed a miracle. His hands would not stop trembling.

“Ryne, you know that I would not deign to ask a favour of you.” He breathed for a long moment, hanging his head low in penance. “Gods–” He swore. “You have to help her. I– We can’t lose her to this.”

Ryne stared back at him, having caught her breath, eyes wide, and glassy. She was searching him for something he couldn't know.

She opened her mouth, before aborting the question. Finally, she pursed her lips, looking uneasy in a way that only managed to make him feel worse. 

“I’ll do what I can,” she whispered, and he had no choice but to believe.