#everything is fiiine~~

[sarunohadaki]

Holy shit it's been a year,

I might be coming back

oh my god hello everyone. Since I've last posted on Tumblr, I've moved fandoms to genshin and become A Little Obsessed:tm: but also Holy shit I hate twitter and though the fanart is pretty, I don't really know what's next for me in terms of posting anywhere...

I guess we'll see what happens. I always get quite self-conscious about posting into the void, so.. uh.. I'll try my best!!! 😤

Mute/block/unfollow/etc. as needed 💕

My askbox is still open because nobody's ruined it for everyone yet lmao

[wasyago]

pearly :)

[orcelito]

showing off the commission i got from @ruporas for my fic, In the Next Life!

i'm still so incredibly excited about this. it's been some months since the story event that caused these scars, but i wanted SO BADLY to be able to see what they'd actually Look like... & Here They Are.

ruporas rendered the scars So Well, i just cant stop Looking at them... there's a Fresh & a Healed version, which ruporas was kind enough to give me without additional charge (Thank U Again😭😭) so i get to see what it looks like at different stages.

Lichtenberg Figures. in terms of actual scarring, lightning strikes that people survive don't tend to leave permanent scars, but the lichtenberg figures that they (usually temporarily) leave behind are just So Cool... Now, what happens when you get someone who can survive an amount of electricity/lightning that would be Frankly Lethal to any normal human person?

This :]

[melouthechalk]

</3

so much pain :(

[endervention]

weird pride flags (i'm kidding) (obviously) these are my personal takes on Zetta & Geara's ethnicities!!! valor duo my beloveds :]

i've had these rotating in my brain for a whiiile i just rarely talk about em hehe

[pine-needle-shuffle]

concussion. ow.

this won't be done for a loooong time. because i have to write the damn story that it goes with.

[bonetrousledbones]

preemptively depressed because one of the queued asks is scheduled to post at 4:20 but because the queue is STUPID i am pretty sure it wont actually post until like 4:25 this is the worst way anything could be in the world

[fishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

I was just told that I infact do NOT have a positive mental attitude like I once thought

More like an Older sibling trying to convince you that noNONONO- SHHHHH! EVERYTHING FINE DONT WORRY!! HAHAH DONT LOOK DOWN YOU DEFINITELY ARENT BLEEDING AFTER YOU FELL OVER DONT LOOK DOWN. YOU ARE OKAY, OKAY?!?!? SHHHHH DONT SHOUT ON MUM YOUR FIIINE

[bumblingbabooshka]

In my head after they get back to the alpha quadrant Janeway, Chakotay and Tuvok all go in completely different extreme directions and it’s hilarious to listen in on their threeway calls.

Janeway: -casually spacegoogling how to lie to your therapist- I’ve been home four months already and I’m starting to get antsy. I’m on the shortlist to captain a brand new starship and I’ve been a passenger on six but they still won’t let me do anything substantial until I’ve been cleared by a therapist.  Chakotay: -taking this call while hiking in some unknown wilderness- Starfleet isn’t tracing this call are they? They keep trying to get me to answer questions about Voyager and also my location. Also, you should go to a therapist Kathryn. Janeway: -enabling a location tracker- I am going to a therapist. Tuvok: -holding his granddaughter in his arms- Yesterday I went for a walk with my children and when I returned the garden’s gate was unlatched. I believe my neighbor T’Yara was responsible. She covets my orchids. Chakotay: -disabling Janeway’s tracker, smiling- Terrible. You should kill her. Tuvok: -covers his granddaughter’s ears pointedly- No. Janeway: -also smiling- Be careful joking like that. A therapist might hear you.

[daily-somethingorother]

495: im basically the best to ever do it

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

i bring forth blorbo-adjacent memes for my happiness

[threnodians]

had a good first night at work, i am obnoxiously out of shape which was and is so fucking embarrassing and mortifying (we took the dogs for a walk along a trail and the fact that it was 80 degrees and literally 100% humidity paired with how out of shape i am caused me to basically be panting and heaving by the end but luckily my boss didn’t say anything; i am definitely bringing my inhaler from now on) and my back is absolutely killing me right now but i desperately need this job because it’s only 15min away and a 3hr shift in the evenings which is so perfect for me and i finally have a way to go on walks and, like, do things and be more active again! did some yoga when i got home which helped and hopefully sleeping will help even more! 🥲🤞🏻 working again tomorrow with someone else coming in to work with me (hopefully they’re nice otherwise i’ll cry) and then again on saturday with the owner coming in to work with me again as well so 👍🏻 for now i am going to take my meds and hopefully pass tf out asap because i am exhausted and i have to get up early and start some more laundry 💀

tldr; i am in so much pain right now but i am excited to go back in tomorrow ✨

[yansurnummu]

Random OC ask, summer game! ⛱️☀️🌊.

What your OCs or favorite characters would be doing on a beach? In case they absolutely can't go on a beach, what other summer activity do they enjoy?

Bonus level - once answered, pass this ask to 3 other people's inboxes!

ooo thank you! this inspired something a little bittersweet, I hope you don't mind!

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“I would like to settle on Summerset,” Azandar said. “Someday. Zeht willing, I will have a ways to go until my retirement.”

Drals pulled his gaze from the water that stretched before them. Standing on the shore, it was easy to feel incredibly small in the face of the vast, open horizon.

“Retirement,” he sighed, long and suffering. “I've never considered it, really. It's a wonder I've made it this far.”

Azandar simply hummed in agreement.

The gentle sea breeze was cool as it passed them by. Drals let salt fill his lungs, and with it came a cold, sober peace.

“It is beautiful here,” he whispered, drawing Azandar's gaze.

“Isn't it?” Azandar smiled brightly. “We must return after this business is concluded. I would be happy to show you the sights.”

Drals swallowed. He ignored how his cursed eye itched where it was hidden beneath soft leather. Abyssal ink burned in his veins, a dull, feverish pulse that became more difficult to ignore with every passing day.

How quaint a thought retirement seemed. To have seen what he had seen, and try to live a normal life. To pretend that he had not glimpsed what it meant to be Daedra. His time was beginning to feel ever so ephemeral.

He was afraid that Azandar's optimism could not infect him, just this once. He exhaled a shuddering breath as he looked out once more across the sea.

“And what would you do here, anyways? In your retirement,” Drals asked with a shrug.

Azandar's gaze flicked towards him momentarily, and Drals knew by the way he paused to contemplate before speaking that he saw past his abrasive tone.

“On occasion I imagine a seaside abode, as cliché as it sounds,” Azandar said eventually. “Near enough to the convenience of town, but far enough to allow for quiet and privacy. Ample laboratory and library space, of course. Perhaps I would take up gardening – I've always wanted to try concocting my own blends of tea.”

“Gardening takes a lot of patience,” Drals snickered.

Azandar rolled his eyes.

“Well, perhaps I will keep you close at hand and have you do the gardening, since you are so patient,” he said, his tone playful and sarcastic in a way that pulled Drals just a bit further away from his inner darkness.

“I don't know,” he said with a smile. “I don't think the soil here is ideal for growing giant mushrooms.”

“Ugh,” Azandar groaned, though there was amusement in his eyes. “Disgusting. You will do no such thing on the premises of my seaside cottage.”

“Oh, so it's a cottage?” 

“My fantasy is realistic, of course. Coastal properties in the Isles are luxuriously expensive.”

Drals chuckled.

Despite himself, his mind wandered and he tried to picture it. A quiet life by the sea. White sand beneath his feet. 

He glanced sidelong at Azandar. His picture became a porch. Two chairs and a pot of tea. A warm, sunny morning shared with a friend.

“It sounds like a pleasant fantasy,” Drals said softly, his eye fixed over the water.

But he knew in his heart it could only be just that – a fantasy.

[your-local-squip-fanatic]

astrid- what's squip 🤨🤨🤨🤨

IT'S A COMPUTER THAT GOES THROUGH YOUR BLOODSTREAM AND INTO YOUR BRAIN AND LIKE-

IT-IT MAKES YOU COOLER BUT IT DOESNT ITS FOR INSECURE TEENS! I HAVE A SQUIP BECAUSE OF MY ARCHENEMY M, DO NOT TAKE THE PILL AND MOUNTAIN DEW!!!

[te-pu-si-ti]

Oh to have the peace of mind of a Sleep No More fan, that yeah of course the show will be around next year, they just only release tickets a few months at a time

[berryblu-soda]

Uhhh.. *walk out of moodle grades section covered in blood*

W-white streak in my hair but no stress now Trade-off, that guy's looking like a mess now Driving off the tracks, but I'm back and I've seen hell but this is a bit more my style I'm alive, I'm revived, I survived You surprised? Gonna cry about it? You should see the other guy i've returned and I've wa-

IM FREEEE !!!!!!!!!