#maybe I'll get my fix for it then

[azure-steel]

Listening to the Limsa Lominsa music from the living room is making me want to play FFXIV agaaaaaaain 😭

[lazylittledragon]

first session on this LORGE boy!!

if i had a nickel for every time i got a tattoo of a dnd podcast with 69 episodes that made me cry, i'd have 2 nickels which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

[distant--shadow]

"Oh, thank you."

"It was just open there. I'm really into it."

"That was intentional."

[heartorbit]

just how can i protect your smile?

[hamandeggbun]

I hope this isn't weird but I've been reading this by @batmanisagatewaydrug and I had like the sudden, strongest urge to make art properly for the first time in ages, so uhhhh have some Jessie (or Jess? Can I call her Jess because I love her?) who is a terrible wet cat of a woman!

I wanted to get this done fast and human anatomy is not my forte so I traced a picture of Natalie in the City, who's a fashion blogger and has some cute fits, though no supervillain ones as far as I'm aware :3

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[luvnami]

office!au ushijima who works in sales

before an important meeting, you rush into the office. your hair is sticking up in the back and your shirt is untucked - but you make it into the meeting, anyway.

ushijima realises that your hair is a mess. he doesn't say anything, even though the clients give you a funny look. you close the deal and that's what matters the most. post-meeting, you check your appearance in your front camera and your heart falls when you see the birds nest on your head.

"ushijima-san!" you protest, turning to him with an accusing glare. "you didn't tell me i looked so bad!"

he pauses from typing out an email and looks up at you with an impassive face. "i wasn't aware i was supposed to."

he returns to tapping away on his keyboard while your blood boils.

the second time ushijima catches you with your hair out of place is at the end of year christmas dinner. he has a plastic cup in one hand and a santa hat askew on his head (tendou had plonked it on and ushijima hadn't bothered to remove it).

he taps you on your shoulder. you spin around, eyes widening at the tall, imposing man that looms before you. he motions to a part of his head, mirroring a piece of hair that's escaped your updo.

"your hair," he deadpans.

"oh!" your hand flies up to touch it. "thank you, ushijima-san."

he nods seriously and returns to get himself a second cup of corn soup. next to you, semi snorts.

the third time, it's when you run to catch up with him in the elevator. the doors inch shut until ushijima politely punches the 'open' button.

"you have a habit of running late," he observes.

you slide in next to him, panting and leaning back against the cool metal wall as you catch your breath. "shut the fuck up."

he wrinkles his nose, then tells you your hair is matted to your sweaty forehead. you tell him to shut up for the second time.

the fourth time, it's before a meeting in another city. the fifth, it's on your first date that drenches the both of you in a sudden downpour. the sixth, the seventh, the eighth, the nth.

ushijima buys an extra set of your haircare supplies for you when you stayover at his apartment. he learns your favourite styles, listens intently when you ramble on about sulphates and silicones, googles how each comb has a different purpose.

"come here," he says softly.

it's a perfect day. cottony clouds float aimlessly through the blue sky and the sunlight frames ushijima in rays of white gold.

you step forward. he's wearing a navy suit you picked out together, with a flower pinned to his breast pocket. he pushes back a stray lock of hair from your cheek. you breathe in the scent of his cologne on his wrist and your heart skips a beat when your eyes meet.

"you look beautiful."

"you look very charming yourself, wakatoshi."

the crowd aws and your face heats up, but ushijima's gentle smile never leaves his face.

the officiator clears their throat, then reads off their script. "do you take ushijima wakatoshi to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

you clutch the bouquet of flowers in your hand. a passing breeze tousles your hair and ushijima swallows thickly.

"i do."

[psychomusic]

oc time again! + her town & culture (heavily inspired by pre-roman italic populations)

she is suri sauthon. her story is linked to my swtor imperial agent, tar'x, but most of her life except for the one year away where she meets him, is spent in a town in the mountains of mirial.

despite mirial being cold and desert, and many cities developing underground, her town flourishes thanks to a force nexus, venerated in the form of an ancient, sacred, alive crystal. the ecosystem of that mountain depended on what "the horned crystal" was capable of giving them, but mirialans couldn't live off of that alone, so they developed trade and some rudimental technology, even if oftentimes it was bought thanks to the highly profitable trade of a plant used to make medicines that slowed down aging and had overall healing properties.

note: everything that's generated by this nexus has these healing properties BUT they have to be processed, except for those who bathed in the waters of the cavity under the crystal - the "real" nexus, but not the worshipped one. the waters were sacred but they were not thought to be miraculous, unlike the crystal, who instead was thought of as the keystone of the ecosystem: without it, everything would fall apart (and that is partially true: the cavity was the "real" nexus but thanks to the crystal, also strong in the force, the properties were spread all over the mountains). those who bathed in the cavity's waters - so, all of the town, who had a sort of baptism there - could eat the plant, make whatever food with it, and not only that plant, but everything generated by the nexus, that, again, had similar properties. this allowed people to live up to normal life-spans without advanced medicines or, much, really. to those who didn't live there, though, after the processing, had incredible effects, slowing down aging - for those who took it regularly - and making people able to live up to half a century more than the average]

originally, there were four tribes of nomads that lived thanks to horned farm animals that decided to settle down into one bigger town and other smaller settlements, to live off of transhumance. this division of the tribes stayed into the political and social organization: every person belonged to one tribe specifically, and had slightly different rituals and culture. for examples, each tribe had their own priests and healers, with different techniques and traditions. the town, tho, was guided by a group of people in the high priesthood, a position you could reach only by having earned the trust of all tribes. those high priests had many roles: they guided the people into sacred processions common to all the tribes, they managed the trading with outsiders, they did the maintenance of the temple of the summit (the one that functioned as casket to the crystal) and created a special liquid to offer the crystal that helps it grow.

this particular temple was important because 1. it was very visible, from every angle of the town, and it became an important identity symbol; 2. it stored the venerated horned crystal; 3. it had the altar where sacrifices were made for the crystals. that altar had a hole connected to the cavity, that allowed the liquids to reach the underground; 4. it had various symbols: statues representing each tribe + the high priesthood, and typical mirialan tattoos carved into the wood of the trees that served as columns for the temple, symbolizing 8 values that who dared to enter HAD to have; 5. it was on the way to an important lake (called "mother lake" because the lake the town was built around to depended on the waters of that other lake) where they traveled to in important processions; 6. it was said that a the wizard who unified the tribes made it with its magic, making the plant grow to hold the temple's roof. this wizard was, actually, a force user, obv.

BACK TO HER THOUGH: she's daughter of one of the high priests, who was in charge of managing the trades with outsiders, and lives in a house on the mountains with her mother and him. her parents are from different tribes (that's one of the things that earned him trust from the 4 tribes): when a child is born from two different tribes, they don't pick one to allign to, but they're usually linked automatically to the one with more relatives in it (in her case, the father's tribe: she had many uncles and aunts on his side while her mom only had one sister).

later, though, she got quite tied to her mother's tribe due to a mysterious illness that only her mother's tribe healer was able to cure. she spent 4 years (from 10 to 14 years old) living with the healer and learned her secrets. to better study, she wrote them down. when she returned home, she studied to become a priestess with her father. at 22 (the average age: you can't become priest before your 20s), she was supposed to take a test and become a priestess, but the healer of her mother's tribe died and the tribe asked her to take her place. she couldn't technically do that, but both tribes estimated both her and her parents and she was allowed to become both. she then decided to try to become a high priestess, and became one at 25 (a quite young age). being part of the council, she tried to convince the various tribe healers to unite their knowledges and write them down, and eventually made it. healers still remained tribe based but they now had an "upper, inter-tribe level" similar to high priesthood.

years later, the sacred horned crystal is stolen from the temple by some Hutt mercenaries looking for a profit. given the trust she has earned from all the tribes and the fact that her father is the high priest that deals with outsiders (and she's been hearing stories and advice about it since she was little), she is the one tasked with getting it back. without the growing crystal, the keystone to their ecosystem, the village would have lasted only a few years. in hrr quest, she meets imperial intelligence agent tar'x laran and, as they "solve the mystery" and fight to have it back, they get closer. they'll get married and have a daughter, Vegoia (who's the only one who actually will get to the plot of my story. this was all background)

[narsh-poptarts]

Charting the stars is easy with you!

4 prompts of wizard, dog, spaceship, and teacup for children's book class! Laika the dog you will always be famous

[duchess-doodles]

He did the crimes your honor but you see even though he didn't feel remorse while committing them when he looked in my eye and saw the disappointment on my face a wave of guilt crashed over him and he cried in my arms and asked for my forgiveness like a sinner would to god so I think we can let him off the hook this time. As a treat.

[momentomori24]

I have. An opinion. About. Curly.

[verysmallcyborg]

[banging pots and pans] hello gay people in my computer. i've finally given fornax some new and improved CHOMPERS

(i was afraid of stretching out the second pair of upper fangs Too Much BUT!!! THEY HAVE THOSE FINALLY..... and bigger/longer fangs in general eheheheeehe)

[yujeong]

Time was at a standstill. Vegas was holding his breath without noticing, and continued to hold it when he did - he was afraid of what would happen if he exhaled loudly enough to draw attention to himself. His gaze was shifting between Pete and the man who was standing before them in the doorway, blocking their entrance. Vegas had never seen him before, but even so, he recognized Pete in him enough to know who he was. A dangerous aura surrounded him. There was an edge to his presence that Vegas would only come across people of certain circles. He was a fighter. A muay khao. Pete's father. Shame coursed through Vegas' body, smearing his skin, settling in his lungs, rendering him speechless. I thought he was dead, he wanted to tell Pete if he could. He wanted to scream at him, I thought you killed him. Pete was the one who broke the stillness. As if awakened by something, he took a half-step back and made a motion with his arms, almost raising them to his chest, but not quite. In an instant, Pete reverted into the pet Vegas had been keeping at the safehouse, bound by handcuffs and afraid of his belt hitting flesh and drawing blood. A lump formed in Vegas' throat. "Have you stopped practicing? Your form is off." The uncanny similarities between Pete and his father appearance-wise didn't mean a thing when it came to their voices. Vegas shivered. Was this what Pete would sound like in a few decades? (Were these the condescending words he'd choose to spew? Was Pete going to embody his father? Was Vegas embodying his?) "What are you doing here?" Pete whispered. "They let me out for a few days, so I came here to collect some money. Imagine my surprise when I found out my offspring left the job someone found him worthy enough of doing to... do what exactly? Yaai didn't want to tell me." He crossed his arms, waiting for an answer. Vegas didn't know what he was allowed to say. If he was allowed to say anything at all. "It's none of your business." "I'd say it very much is my business, as well as yaai's business who was dependent on the money you were making being some rich asshole's human shield." A choked sound scratched Vegas' throat. He didn't like getting reminded of Pete being the main family's bodyguard, even though he stopped being one mere months ago. Especially like this. That was the first time Pete's father stopped looking at his son and turned his head to look at Vegas. For a moment, there seemed to be recognition in his eyes. Did he know who Vegas was? Did he care? A snort came out of his mouth. He leaned on the door. "Oh, I see how it is." He laughed, scratched his neck. "I never expected you to whore yourself out for money. Tell me, is it preferable to the path I carved out for you?" Vegas could sense the disgust in his voice. He could also see it on Pete's face. He was too astonished to share it, but not enough to be unable to speak. "Khun, there has been some misunderstanding-" "Don't bother. I can recognize a faggot when I see one." Pete's movements were too fast for Vegas to stop him. A direct jab to the nose; his father fell like a pack of cards, groaning like a wounded animal. Surprisingly, no blood - Pete held back. Vegas didn't know what to think about that. "That was a pathetic attack, even for you." "Get up." "We're not in the ring, son." Pete growled. Vegas could see his hands trembling as he was keeping them in the air, maintaining an offensive stance. "That never stopped you before." "You were too young to understand what I was doing back then. What I was preparing you for." Pete was silent. "The world isn't kind. It'll fuck you over one way or another." He got up, spat on the ground. "You still haven't learned a thing. You're too old to afford being naive." He turned around, and without sparing a look at Pete again, said: "Now get the fuck out of my house." (For @musictooth, whose posts about Pete's father have reignited my passion for this specific concept and for @wretchedamaranth, whose comments on my writing are always lovely and precious ❤️)

[eyndr-stories]

(throws this meme at you and scurries away)

[starryluminary]

Ridonculous Race but Noah is friends with Owen part 4: Don't talk to him like that.

I would like to apologize for how ugly this one is I was So Sleep Deprived while making it. I'd also like to mention that this series is just about fixing Noah and Owen's relationship in RR, so Nemma is going to be reflected in it going forward (as much as I really really really don't want it to be oh my god)

Transcript:

Image 1 Kitty: Click.

Image 2 Owen: Oh- exploding chocolate cheese cake!

Image 3 Emma: Camera. It's CAMERA! She said "click"- how did you not get that?

Image 4 Noah: Relax, pretty lady. He would of gotten it eventually.

Image 5 Emma: By the time we got to the airport, maybe. I don't know how you do it. Noah: He's my friend. The antics he makes are something you learn to like because of that.

Image 6 Emma: Whatever.

Image 7 Owen: ...

Image 8 Owen: "Pretty Lady"? Noah: Shut up.

[nillisaie]

So instead of trying to handsew a stretchy fabric and risk ending up with something I don't really like, I made a f/o beret ❤️

It's not perfect, but also I'm still very new to crocheting. I've only really made a few small things and this is my first biggest crochet project

I look like an angry deer :3