#t: 01

[qtubbo]

Fit gay panic in the middle of lore;

Pac in chat: Always big boy! :DD

Fit: OH eh, uhhh Pac just got back to me ‘Always Big Boy’ hah eh, Where are you at right now? *in chat and outloud*

Fit: Uhhh heh yeah yeah we-we should go talk to him yeah we should go talk to him… yeah……..ummm sorry I lost my composer

Ramon: no no, dw its comprensible

Fit: hah if you say so Ramon

Ramon: pai is something lmao :D

Fit: Yeah, sure is..he sure is

Pac in chat: Right next to your bathrobe, in my house

Fit: EHHH HUH OHHH OKAY OHOHOHO O OKAY OHH WOAHHH OHH WOAH HOHO WOAHHH

Fit in chat: ON MY WAY

Fit: Ahhh lets..you know we should- lets go to, lets teleport to Pac’s house Ramon, but but let me walk in first.

[meteorshcts]

plotted starter for @askaeristheflower

It was only nine in the morning, but Zack was tired. Tired of walking, for one thing – he'd been out for three hours now, and the chill was only just finally burning off with the light of the sun. Tired of wearing his jacket, that was another thing, but that was easy to remedy. He slid it off his shoulders with a small sigh. Tired of trading one vice for another, he couldn't help but think as he finished his cigarette and put it out.

Tired of being in his stupid apartment all alone, that was for sure.

He tossed the used butt of his cigarette into a trash bin and popped a breath mint into his mouth. It wouldn't wholly cover the smell of smoke, but whatever. At least he wouldn't be terrible to talk to, like this. And some people dug a guy who smoked, as uncool as it was quickly becoming.

He could use a break, though. A break from walking. His bad leg was beginning to act up a little bit, and he glanced around. He walked these streets fairly often, and there used to be an empty building here. But now, as he looked at the storefront, he realized it had been bought and repurposed into a little coffee shop. Lily Brew.

The name reminded him of something.

Well, whatever. He could always use some coffee, and with any luck, the baristas wouldn't be terrible at brewing it here. He walked on in, noting the cute little chime that the door, and glanced around. There was a woman behind the counter with long, brunette hair, and...oh, he knew that face. He knew why that name sounded familiar now, too.

“Aeris?” he asked, breaking into a wide grin. “Aeris Gainsborough, that can't be you.”

[transmissionhorologe]

ok now see him orchestraful

[sapphire-draw]

Builder and Malroth learning the hard way that normal Wrecking Balls, (unlike the rusted ones), hurt A Lot Lot.

(This is a redraw of a thing I doodled last year, original under the cut if anyone's curious)

[searchsystem]

Hawaii Design / AMPM / Systems of Sound (01) / T-Shirt / 2024

[cent-scratchnsniff]

[blondebrainpowered]

Star Trek: The Next Generation, 1987 - 1994

[iristial]

I guess I can accept making a bit character played by an actor who's already been a toku hero for a year a Rider before Sachika if it means they'll give her a grand and unique suit debut later on, but I draw the line at making this a Saber Mei situation

[dailymanuscript]

Folio 62 verso, Black Book of Hours (Morgan MS M.493)

[tainoodles]

Chloe Lepka

1 - 74 a.f.

[eatabug]

who : peregrine kraven ( @exmcrtis ) where : afterglow compound hospital, ew

the sharp click of platform heels against the cold, hard tile echoes off the walls of afterglow hospital corridors as angel makes her way through doctors and nurses, an oversized patent leather tote slung over her shoulder and a decorative gift bag dangling from one hand. you'd never guess it to look at her, the confidence with which she walks between them all, her head held high, but angel fucking hates these people. afterglow, specifically. even just the thought of stepping on their property is enough to make meticulously moisturized skin crawl, half-convinced it'll trap her in some hotel california situation, and normally angel wouldn't be caught dead. but the thing is, she doesn't really have a choice, does she?

she'd heard what happened to perry at the market from the runt o'brien, a conversation she suspects she wasn't meant to overhear. ( and he's lucky that she doesn't snap him in half the second she hears what he's saying, but there are more important things to deal with. afterglow has their hands on peregrine. she'll deal with that later. ) angel knocks but she doesn't wait for an answer before pushing open the door to the hospital room she'd been directed to and quickly scanning the room. the gasp that escapes her at the sight of him is entirely involuntary ― she can't help it. in fact, it's a wonder she doesn't drop the bag in her hand. dark eyes are wide with horror as she takes in every inch of him that she can see ; he's always had a bit of a pathetic look about him ― something angel finds a bit endearing, actually ― but she's never seen him look this bad off.

❝ oh, cariño, mi preciosa, what did they do to you? ❞ normally angel would greet bustopher first any time she made a point to come visit them at hell's gate, but in this moment, all of her attention is on perry. she approaches his bedside, her hands curling around the guard rail. ❝ are they treating you right in here? giving you pain killers? i know i've got something good on me― ❞ they're already digging through their bag, searching for their own personal pill case.

[woodbyne]

Thank you all for so many requests! I promise to keep the queue running for as long as I can (^_^* Hopefully, everything will be reopened soon!

[narianders-gt-hell]

Weekly drawing

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@crystalmarred » plotted starter

Learning magic came with its own set of problems that one had to master – not surprising, of course, but it was simply that Orion had not anticipated it.

He was in Gridania when he discovered this problem, practicing with his Carbuncle in the Shroud. It was a simple problem with a simple solution, when it came down to it; he was running out of mana frequently and having to resort to getting out his trusty lance to finish off the monster he was fighting. The solution, of course, was that he needed a supply of ethers to keep him going.

Being in Gridania, he didn't really care to travel all the way to Ul'dah to visit the alchemists' guild. But a quick scouring of the Shaded Bower turned up nothing but a point of advice. Apparently, there was an alchemist of some skill studying at the conjurers' guild, a miqo'te by the name of X'kijin.

And so, Orion headed for the conjurers' guild. He was subsequently directed to a corner of the structure, where he found a handsome miqo'te doing, well, something, with some bottles. Orion had to admit he was less than knowledgeable when it came to alchemy, and he had truly no idea what was going on.

“Well met,” he said to the miqo'te. “I'm looking for a man named X'kijin. Might that be you?”

[iristial]

Happy (late) 28th birthday to my silly little man 🦗💛

[boybolt]

Team 10.