#demi-reblob

[thegreenzee]

Excellent potatoes.

Bear was not a huge fan of her daughter Pear when the two first met. maternal instinct has been bred out of domestic Coturnix quail, so Bear was quite suspicious of this mysterious peeping bundle!

when Pear grew up (4 weeks later) the two eventually found some common ground in their shared attributes of roundness and brownness and would spend most of their time together. Pear ended up larger than her mother but inherited her gentle disposition and love of sitting around staring blankly into space

[tinnchan]

Tag Game: Reveal Your Blogging Style

Thank you @wanderlust-in-my-soul for the tag!! That was fun :)

different blogs for different interests OR all-in-one blog (I was supposed to have a football only blog once, I even had the perfectest url but i got lazy and now it's just my blog to check if the tags work on my post)

default theme OR custom theme (i just do minimal changes to the default themes I wish I had the patience to do more though)

one username till death OR change username according to mood/obsession (must change. right now i have the best url i could hope for but i can see myself returning to hislaststar after my moonlightchicken brainrot dies)

round avatar OR square avatar (squared!)

personal avatar OR fandom related avatar (every time i see a personal avatar on tumblr i go O: )

thematic consistency between header image and avatar OR who gives a fuck (who gives a fuck all the way. i need to display as much obsessions as possible at a time!)

reblog without tags OR reblog with tags (TAGS!!!! people please leave tags!)

category tags only OR personal commentary in tags (i ramble and overshare)

like+reblog OR only reblog (LIKE AND REBLOG LIKE AND REBLOB LIKE AND REBLOG.)

replies allowed on posts OR replies switched off (replies turned on but sure regretted it when i was making those pro amber heard text posts)

askbox open OR askbox closed (Same as above)

anons allowed OR anons blocked (anons always allowed! i miss my taylor swift x tms anon! baby please come back)

respond to every mention in replies OR be a hermit

a quiet observer and enjoyer OR initiate conversation with an unknown blogger (I am a dm slider. this is how i trapped kit in our friendship.)

send ask OR send message on chat OR converse with people in replies (if its more personal its dms but if its something related to what a mutual posted then can be an ask)

blog from computer/laptop OR blog from phone (pc baby)

personal posts OR fandom posts only (thank god you guys can all mute my personal posts tbh)

have a well organised filled queue OR post intermittently and make it everybody else's problem OR post daily like it's a 9 to 5 (especially since i finished law school and i am free for the next short while i am going to like...make up for it)

likes and following displayed on blog OR likes and following hidden (if i like something i will reblog it so its kinda redundant. the only time i like something i dont rb is when im specifically liking someone elses tags or a friends personal post and theres no need to display i feel)

@kermitthequeer @hemi-demi-semiquaver @pranpats @billlkin @loooreleii @morathicain @pi-erd and idk O:

[fistsoflightning]

30: the better path

prompt: splinter || masterpost || other fills || ao3 mirror

word count: 1164

Who’s to say which path is better? Who’s to say that without them Zaya would be here today, standing tall with the eternal winds at their back?

5.3 spoilers, oh my god the image is a spoiler. Please remember to tag w/ spoiler tags if you’re reblobbing! This could also be titled “Elie dives fully into their ‘Everyone Lives’ bullshite and drags many WOLs into it in the process” tbh.

Herein I commit the chronicles of the travelers. Shepherds to the stars in the dark.

...

Atalanta was the worst student Emet-Selch had ever been assigned, truth be told.

He was loathe to admit it in passing—hells, not even Lahabrea knew just how bad they were—but now, in this moment, staring at the multifaceted crystals sitting innocently in the cup of his hands as his would-be student scampers out of the Bureau to Asteria’s calls…

Why did I let Elidibus sway me into this, he thinks, rolling the pile of crystals about in his palm. Not horrible; these were the perfect sort of crystal to hold a variety of concepts, and of different colors rather than the white and orange the Convocation apparently decided a long time ago was standard.

But he had asked for a proper concept of theirs, not some piddly crystals. Atalanta was always too jittery of a student—it was almost like they had too much soul in their body, only contented enough to remain still and listen when surrounded by others. Haik was always his first choice to tug along if Atalanta truly couldn’t sit still; he could have done without the sappiness that came with him, but at the very least he did not try to constantly insult him much like Hecate and Lelantos tried to.

If only he’d asked him to keep watch over Atalanta’s assignment.

He sighs—louder this time, and he can’t even be bothered to care if Hermes hears him from his desk—and carefully shifts the pile of shimmering stones about some more until a crystal of sunset gold shuffles its way to the top. Decently sized, but not large enough by any means to hold any concept much bigger than a desk, perhaps.

Sunset gold, he thinks. Like Asteria’s eyes, Melisseus’ bakery, Hemera’s aether in parts.

Emet-Selch finds himself with a smile, even frustrated as he is with his student’s chaotic attempt to please him once more. Perhaps he can at least get some use out of these.

...

Though the world be sundered and our souls set adrift…

…

He doesn’t remember how long it’s been since he worked on the crystals that now sit idly on a desk in his Amaurot. Whittled them down to shape, not knowing enough of Atalanta’s spontaneous creation habits to unweave the aether and expect them to come out the same crystal and color, and carved sigils into them by hand. Azem’s crystal, ever sunset gold, sits atop the pile, gleaming bright in the teal glow that manages to permeate even the sunless veil of the sea and into the building which he now stands. 

Under it, he can see six other familiar sigils, eyes wandering to the one of sapphire blue he buried beneath the rest in his aching.

(Stay home, he remembers telling them. Stay home with Haik today. Just today.)

He quietly walks to the table, eyeing the pile with the crystals he was expected to hand over to Elidibus by the next turn of the sun, wherever he was. The damned moon, probably. Strange man.

(Why? Atalanta looks to him curiously, fluffy locks falling over their eyes, shimmering like the night from afar. There something I shouldn’t be around to hear?)

Something in him keeps him from pouring his aether into the memory crystals and erasing it—surely destroying the last reminders of those he cherished would make their memory fade. Surely he would no longer be haunted by their shades in his waking moments, scheming for their return even as they looked down upon him for it.

(The Convocation has a meeting today, he says calmly. A difficult one; that was not a lie.)

Instead, his hand grasps the seven crystals and tucks them neatly into the pocket lined into his little coat, securing them safely against his heart.

(I do not wish for you to hear how the world is ending, he does not say. Your lightning bright spirit would sputter out if you knew your days were numbered.

And as much as he tried not to get attached to his worst student, he couldn’t.)

...

...where you walk, my friends, fate shall surely follow.

...

Since Temulun Khatun had given them their name, Zaya had wondered how hard it was to escape fate if your name was ‘fate’ itself.

Perhaps it truly was impossible—fate wasn’t something Zaya could tear apart with their hands, after all. The world had always been known to be wicked in its ways, weaving new paths for every change rewritten into the stars; if Zaya did not almost die in Ul’dah’s banquet they would nearly fall to Shinryu’s claw, if they did not tell their feelings in full when they could have they would have come out eventually with the interference of one certain lovely branch. 

But on the seafloor of the Tempest, in the walkways of a fading city with a sapphire blue crystal in hand that whispered the same things that Valor did, sometimes, Zaya couldn’t help but think of the times that fate was, perhaps, on their side.

Without Tehra’ir’s intuition and sharp thinking with his sister by his side, Zaya would surely have died to Ilberd’s scheming hands, filled with poison and malice as he threw them into a cart meant for the dead. Without Syhrwyda’s quick hand and taste for primal’s aether, there would have been no Demi-Shiva, no opening for Ysayle to be saved from her choice of death to lead them ever heavensward.

Without Duscha and A’dewah, maybe Papalymo would have disappeared for them just as Louisoix did for them at Carteneau; without Lumelle and Elwin, Ishgard surely would have shunned them for their scales, dark as night and as tough as Dravanians. Without Valdis, would they have even left the streets of Pearl Lane the same, not knowing just how many were out there like them, struggling in a jewel not made for them?

(Without any of them, would Zaya be standing here, in the streets of Emet-Selch’s grief, staring up through that sunless veil and wondering what tomorrow would bring?)

Of course you would, their shadow whispers next to their horn, crystal clear and sharp around the edges where they were once soft-spoken; an after-effect of Minfilia’s last gift to them, surely. Just not the same as you are now, perhaps.

“Zaya?” Tehra’ir calls to them, standing hardly a few yalms away with Lunya looking back by his feet, Hanami and Reese stopped a step or so ahead. “Ye alright there? Yer lookin’ a tad wistful now; don’t tell me yer—”

They immediately raise their hands to deny any sort of sentimentality for Emet-Selch’s city; the spires may be tall and beautiful, but it is a bygone place. A landmark of grief and naught else.

(And yet, and yet, their shadow lingers a moment more when they step in time with their trusted friends and most precious allies. Lingers, then fades, time slipping through their fingers as Zaya walks further and further away.)

[bondi-st-blues]

reblob pour aider une australienne

salut french tumblr

je pars pour la France le dimanche prochain, j’aurai une semaine à Paris et une semaine et demi près de Toulouse

je cherche des propositions à quoi faire... j’aimerais savoir où sortir, est-ce qu’il y a des bons coins LGBT ? 

merci en avance et désolé pour les fautes de grammaire ! 

[shyfrog-says]

Gimme nappable cities.

Benches with plastic-covered cushions that I can lay down on.

Corner-huts with teeny little rooms that I can just walk into and recharge with a little power nap.

Busses and subways and trains with pullouts.

”walkable cities is ableist” has to be a psy-op. you can’t be this bad at understanding what the term means.

[demitsorou]

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[sillynightcloud]

OH MU GOD THEY'RE SO ADORABLE!!!!

Birthday Pouch!!

[demitsorou]

friends to lovers to bitter enemies to begrudging coworkers to lovers

[calandrinon]

The thing about being demi bi non-binary is

The thing about being demi bi is people get to tell you thats not a real thing twice

[gleeokenspiel]

tbh even if you changed your mind on having children afterwards adoption still exists

If people don’t think women’s bodies are being controlled, they aren’t looking hard enough.

[dezmodian]

Really amazing and creative work! I’m finding their characters to be really inspiring-and I’m lovin how unique they are! Quite a bit of talent!

Myrgan, but Shark, and Big Sin-Eater Shark.

Did you know electric eels are not true eels but are actually knifefish?

[demitsorou]

dam this is making numbers

thank you all your tags have been lovely to read!!

liquid gold commissions for midknightwolf17

[demitsorou]

my art is a life-saving service

Onua content + Whenua and Bomonga cameo.

[demitsorou]

I'm here to provide equal opportunity to big asses, big tits, big bellies, big bulges, big hips, BIG THIGHS (the most important part!)

But I hear you, more bonkle asses, coming eventually.

hello i love Nuju a normal amount here's some new art + backlog

he's so gender

[demitsorou]

hey give my bestie good chemicals and enjoy some good bionicle content + awesome art done by yours truly

It’s 2022 and I still ship Gali and Lenua

Meeting post-reformation

[demitsorou]

yes this 9 pm thought brought to you by this post

feesh

memes say "return to monke" but i'd rather return to fish

there's an intrinsic primal urge to imagine yourself as some sort of sea creature when you swim

i step into the ocean and return to being a weird early shelled gastropod and go live on an hydrothermal vent, no thought just vibes