#the arrival of someday

[thereadingchallengechallenge]

Review: The Arrival of Someday by Jen Malone Rating: 4/5

Lia is about to graduate high school, paint an award-winning mural on a public building and rocket to the top of her roller derby team. But now Lia needs a liver. And she has no idea what comes next.

If you've ever wanted a midway point between The Fault in Our Stars and Five Feet Apart, this book is probably it. A disabled lead struggling with the realities of their illness, less romance but a lot of introspection and examination of how being sick affects the people around you. I liked it. Not sure about the ending. But I'd recommend it to people looking to read more disability lit. 

[anonymouspuzzler]

it's been a minute but last night I was overcome with the urge to once again draw: Them

[julissart]

First time drawing Kaya? Most likely

I loved her new outfit but, since we don't have official colors, I just went with the vibe

My OP Fanart Masterlist here

[catocappuccino]

A pointless tumblr post titled

"Assigning furby colours (specifically 1st gen) to Murder Drones characters without giving any explaination for my choices" part 1

Uzi - juicy grape

N - labrador

V - banana peel

J - bumblebee

Cyn - angel

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[barmadumet]

Decor change day 🍁

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

everyone thank @elfrootenthusiast for being the reason you get more Felix content

[einsatzzz]

YASSS!!! HIBARI'S POP-UP PARADE FIGURE IS HERE!!! 🥹💜💜💜✨✨ I wish I knew how to take prettier pictures dsbhhdsbs I'm putting him in my work desk for now 🥰👍✨

[beardedmrbean]

[elephantbitterhead]

So I made it to Friday alive, BUT this afternoon I nodded off & spilled an an entire cup of (relatively tepid) tea in my lap. Great to know that something I've often worried about is, in fact, a valid concern.

[scottruemelshi]

Melshian Inception AU. How about that.

[streets-in-paradise]

From time to time my mind returns to this parallel

[solarsyrup]

really like the idea of the guardian of some legendary enshrined sword setting up a hokey tourist trap-esque facade over the place so they can make a living while waiting for the chosen one to show up

[desperatepleasures]

also I had a really vivid dream this morning about trying to go to the thrift store so maybe I should try to do that this weekend?

[roguelioness]

fables from the field

[written for ffxivwrites2024]

Day 3: Tempest

Rating: E Words: 1280 Pairing: Alyzen Kaide/Carvallain de Gorgagne

Her back crashes into the wood wall, the sound of her gasp drowned out by the roaring crack of thunder outside.

Carvallain is stronger than he looks, his wiry frame belying strength hard-won from years on the sea. He carried her easily, arms beneath her thighs, and though she had no need to, she still wraps her legs around his waist to better rock her hips against his cock, smirking at his low, breathy gasp.

His mouth is all heat and wicked intent against her collarbone; his teeth sink into the freckled flesh of her shoulder and work a mark into the skin there. Alyzen tangles her fingers into his hair and yanks with enough force to make him hiss and bite down on her again in reprimand.

“Feeling feisty, are we?” he murmurs into the hollow of her throat.

“Are you going to do anything about it?” she challenges, wearing a grin with teeth bared, deliberately pulling at the strands again.

“Should I?” he chuckles before slotting his mouth against hers. His kiss is rough and demanding, her lips captured between his teeth to chastise. “You've spent too long adventuring,” it's more a statement than a complaint, “your body wears more violence than when we last met.”

She kisses him to stem his words, unwilling to think about it. She wants him above her, wants his fingers pressed hard into her skin, wants bruises in the shape of palms and teeth. Perhaps the ache of them will allow her to forget – to ignore all the anger and heartbreak,all the shame and grief and worry.

Alyzen’s eyes flutter shut, and in those moments she's transported elsewhere. The calloused fingers trailing down her chest are Estinien's. The mouth against her jaw, widening into a smile, is Aymeric. She’s missed this, she thinks abstractedly as she tips her head back to bare more of her throat, has missed their touch and their warmth and their scent; but it is not pine and leather and sword oil that greets her nose, but sea-salt and brackish kelp; entirely different, entirely wrong, and her eyes fly open in confusion- and she’s back in the present, her sweat-slick skin pressed against Carvallain’s; she shudders, whether with arousal or surprise or muted shame she’s not sure, but then he cups her breast and rolls a taut nipple between his fingers and fresh, white-hot need floods through her system and she remembers why she wants this.

She wants this. She does, she does, she does.

She catches his gaze before deliberately calling out his name. “Carvallain,” she breathes, her thighs tightening their grip in a silent demand for more – as though his touch will burn away her memories of those whose touch still lingers, an invisible brand that she can feel in her flesh.

Heart thundering in her chest, loud enough, she thinks, to match the storm outside, she presses her lips to his. “More,” she demands, hands sliding down to his shoulders, her tone wearing the many shades of her desperation. 

Carvallain’s breath streams out between gritted teeth as he fills her with his cock, a sound she matches when he fully hilts himself.

He’s… different, not what she has been used to, and it takes her the span of a few breaths to adjust to his shape. Carvallain waits for her shaky nod before he starts moving, setting a pace that has her toes digging into the curve of his ass, each rough thrust the perfect amount of pleasure-pain. Her moan echoes in the room, her nails leaving sharp moon-shaped indents in his skin.

“Hush, Savior of Ishgard,” he murmurs down at her, eyes alit with desire and mischief. “Unless you wish your companions to know that their beloved hero is tangled up with a good-for-nothing pirate.”

Alyzen rolls her eyes and swats half-heartedly at his chest. In response, he shifts her hips to adjust the angle; his next thrust has her letting out a loud cry, the sound mercifully caught by his palm covering her mouth.

There’s none of the awkwardness of first-time sex; they know each other’s bodies, and it isn’t long before she finds herself getting inexorably closer to that nameless breaking,  his low, rough groans ringing in her ears and blotting out the howling winds and the loud, buffeting slap of wave against ship outside. When she finally peaks, the sound of her coming apart is muffled by a particularly disgruntled break of thunder; he follows soon after, each clinging to the other as they ride out the aftershocks.

Carvallain deposits her on his bunk, the mattress softer than the one she’s been given. Climbing in after her, he has no qualms about pulling her close to him, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. The comfortable silence lasts for only a few minutes before he breaks it with a question. “So,” he asks curious and teasing, “I have heard the most intriguing rumors about your stay in Ishgard.”

She huffs and says nothing.

“Do I have to worry about the Lord Commander coming after me and my men?”

Alyzen groans, her disgust palpable.

“Or mayhap it is the Azure Dragoon I have to fear?”

“You’re entirely capable of handling matters should such things happen,” she says, her tone bland and uninterested. “Fear not, however; neither of those rumors hold any weight.” Not any more. They don’t care what becomes of me, now that they took what they wanted from me. Even as the bitter thought crosses her mind, she knows it to be untrue - while Aymeric and Estinien might not think about her, they did not take anything from her that she did not freely give.

But she was not enough for them.

And she was not enough for the Scions. For Rhalgr’s Reach.

Or fucking Zenos, for that matter. 

She inhales sharply as Carvallain traces the fresh pink scar across her torso. “This must have hurt,” his brows are furrowed, traces of sympathy in his tone. “You must truly have angered whoever dealt the blow.”

Her laugh is sharp. “Zenos ran his blade through me, and there was naught I could do to block his blow,” she says, still bitter and ashamed of her defeat. 

“You survived,” he reminds her quietly. “You live, where countless others do not. That yet counts as a victory.”

“That might be so,” she exhales, “but it does not feel like it.”

Before he can reply, there’s a loud knock on the door. “Captain?” Mordyn, his second-in-command, calls through the door. “The lads on watch be yapping ‘bout strange critters in the waters, an’ Gerald be muttering ‘bout the ship bein’ dragged off-course. Ye might want to hear ‘im out.”

Carvallain shakes his head. “Duty calls,” he remarks with an apologetic smile. As she makes to sit up, he waves her back down. “Stay,” he insists. “Get some rest.” When she’s about to protest, he adds, “You’ll only get yourself drenched if you make to return to your cabin in this storm, lass. Besides,” he says with a cheeky grin, “I reckon my bed’s more comfortable than the one in your quarters.”

It’s his smile, casual and carefree, that does it. “All right,” she concedes, burrowing deeper into the sheets. “Just wake me up before dawn, will you?”

“Aye,” he agrees, pulling on his breeches. “Wouldn’t do for Miss Alisaie to learn of this. She’s likely to take my head clean off.”

Alyzen shakes her head, but can’t quite cover her smile. Once he leaves, however, her thoughts turn turbulent once more, her emotions as tumultuous as the tempest outside. Still, it matters naught – she has to keep moving forwards, no matter the weather.

[soloavengers]

organized my worktop and this perfectly shows how i bounce between hobbies and rarely bounce back.

[neonstatic]

Y'all!!! Thanks to my sparkling optimism✨ and your lucky wishes🍀, I've managed to have a really great night... Thank you💜💜💜