#Day Thirty One

[chahtawordoftheday]

Chahta word of the day #31

Feather-hishi

Here’s a pronunciation guide:

[daily-pearl-doodles]

Something something Australian hahaha funny joke 👍

(Day thirty one)

[jinx295]

TMayNT: day thirty one

@tmaynt

Can’t believe it’s the last day of the challenge! My fav style of the turtles is tied between that one Donnie and raph short and the rottmnt style as whole.

I love the sharp angular lines that embody both the short and show. I feel both of them make the characters stand out in a refreshingly expressive way from one another and against the backgrounds as well.

Thank you so much @mikasleaf for making this challenge! I had tons of fun doing it! I feel it made me really appreciate tmnt and all the different iterations even more than I already do.

Happy forty years to tmnt! Thank you to Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird for making that one doodle of a turtle become such a beloved franchise.

[draconli]

Dragon Elves Day 31: Pirate

And that's it! Thank you, everyone, for the likes and comments and for following me through the challenge!

I will be posting some awesome news in the coming weeks, look forward to that!

[dailysansundertale]

ms paint sans!!

thirty one

[nerdieforpedro]

Day Thirty One - Garden

Word Count: 751

Warnings: Nerdie’s bad jokes and writing an anxious Din (kinda?)

Notes: The last day of my Spring Prompts and my birthday! 🥰 So of course I wrote about Din 🤭 I added the fairy warrior because she seems cool and would likely bond with Grogu over food and talking about what Din is doing.

If you read any of the prompts, thank you!

If you read more than half, a forehead kiss for you!

If you read all of them, I hope whichever fictional character strikes your fancy, makes all your fluffy/smutty dreams come true! Huge smooches for you! 💋

Main Masterlist/ Writing Challenges / March Spring Prompts 2024

Rustling and wind is what Din heard first. He didn’t feel any air on his skin so that meant he wasn’t exposed and his creed was intact. His body felt so heavy, nothing was pressing on him that he could tell. Next was the smell, it was pleasant but not anything he knew. He was used to metal, rust, blood, sand, this was…natural?

He hadn’t smelled anything like this in decades, not since he was a child and those memories are hazy. Din felt himself relaxing, he knows he shouldn’t there is too much about his current predicament he doesn’t know.

Wait…where is Grogu? His foundling?

He hasn’t heard any coos or taps to his helmet. He needs to move, his entire body feels like that damn mudhorn is sitting on it. Not painful just so much compression. He can feel his fingers move, wiggling them along with his toes.

“Ah, you’re awake. I couldn’t tell if you were alive or not. The little green one shrieked when I moved toward your helmet. I deduced it would be best to wait until you moved.”

“Why does it sound like you’re singing? It’s nice…wait. Who are you? Is Grogu alright?” The Mandalorian has more information. A calming voice that appears to have his son maybe nearby. He’s well enough to tell this person not to remove his helmet. But why can’t he move? Where are they?

“His name is Grogu? That’s cute. He’s fine. He’s eaten my basket of strawberries and content. My name? You forgot already metal one? We were going toward your bounty. I believe you called it. We were about to cross the Plasma Garden but as soon you stepped foot onto it, you groaned and fell on your back. I surveyed the area but saw nothing dangerous.” Now Din knows that voice. That’s the woman who was traveling with him to his target. Well, female fairy? He shouldn’t assume he just learned of fairies mere hours ago. Finally opening his eyes, the sky above him was an electric blue. There seems to be a barrier maybe… but why? Turning his head to the side, the fairy warrior was sitting next to him holding Grogu in her lap.

“Metal one. Can you still speak? You should be able to. Temporary paralysis is normal due to your armor. Beskar doesn’t play well with this garden. It seems you were a good conductor of the pulsations of the garden.” The fairy warrior explained giggling at his predicament. Din sighed but he ended up smiling because it sounded cute which didn’t fit her fierce appearance.

“I am fine now.” Sitting up, Din saw different fauna but some were solid and others seemed to be waves of electricity according to his sensors. “What are these plants? Are they plants? They don’t seem to exist.” His hand reached out to touch a yellow one, he was able to feel it, but his fingers slipped through them.

“They existed, they’re extinct. This is so we remember them. Hopefully one day we can replicate or reproduce them. That’s why this plasma garden exists. Are you sure your bounty exists? If it happens to be here, you may not be able to take it back with you.” Grogu coos now that Din is sitting up and hands him a red flower with a sallow stem in the middle. The body of the flower is a dark blue and the tracking fob started beeping wildly.

“Looks like this plant is it. I don’t know what it is. Would it hold by the time I make it back?” Din stands and looks to the warrior for advice. She chuckles.

“It’s an herb used to help you sleep. It can be addictive. That might be why your client is asking for it. As for preserving it, it would be best to stick it in your helmet, it will last longer.”

“Like that’s the first time I’ve heard that. Just say you don’t know.”

Looking across the garden, he felt a strange feeling of calm still. Din knew he needed to get back but maybe not yet. He could allow himself to look at this garden a bit more.

“Maybe I don’t feel like telling you metal one. That and the person you may be taking it to might be using it for a nefarious purpose.”

Listening to the fairy warrior wasn’t too horrible. On this weird green planet in an electric garden. Was he sure he hadn’t drank some spotchka?

[feferi-glubz]

Day 31. 38/

[thehandworld]

AI-less Whumptober - Day 31 - Panic attack, facing a phobia, “You need to get out of here!” @ailesswhumptober Continued from here It started on Day 1, continued on Day 2, and then on Day 3. It feels right to end on Day 31.

I can do this... I can... He took a deep breath, trying so hard to focus on the task. It was an easy mission so the Storm could keep doing his healing process after being captured, tortured, abused, months of recovery, and then now all he needed was to expose himself to the outside.

He was captured because his mission went wrong so of course, thinking of going out to a mission? It turned a fear. Looking at the door as he tries to steady his breath. I went out yesterday... It was easy, right? As he talks to himself. He has been going outside slowly to face it, he has been working on it.

But the fear? The fear was consuming him, as he felt his hand tremble, his body almost giving up as he leaned on the wall. His breath started to pick up, as he felt a hand over his shoulder. "Oi... Hayato. I'm here. Breath for me."

He was so deep in his mind that he forgot that Hibari was at his side, as he looked at grey eyes, coping his breath, and slowly calming down his own. "There we go. It's okay." Gokudera nodded as he was able to get straight up again, onto his feet looking at the door. "You know... I can do it for you and we can try again another time."

The storm looked at him, taking a deep breath though as he shook his head. No... I want to try it. You will be with me, right?

"All the time love."

Taking a deep breath, Gokudera was going to walk towards the place where the mission would happen. As far as the Storm was with Hibari he doesn't have a reason to be scared right?

Why was that happening? He could see Hibari fighting as he was there as backup. As soon as the mission started to go wrong, Hibari jumped to fight in Hayato's place as the Storm was paralyzed in the spot, looking wide eyes, as his hand trembled.

His brain stopped working, he was shocked.

“You need to get out of here!”

Gokudera heard the yelling, but he couldn't move, his body was frozen, as Uri was around him, protecting him from everything, growling and trying to bring his attention back to the fight. Panting and gasping for air Uri pulls his body towards her and moves him to at least lay down over, so she could flee.

Hayato was curled up, gasping and trembling, shaking, as he couldn't breathe. Uri did stop at a safe distance so they could see the fight, mostly because knowing Gokudera, he needed to know that his boyfriend was safe.

With Gokudera moving away, Hibari was able to fight more freely, not worrying about his lover being paralyzed. Yet, something felt wrong, even for Gokudera who was trying to still calm down, it looked like they wanted that. They wanted the Storm to move away, and have the Cloud alone.

Uri... Get back there... He was panting as he grasped his chest, pulling the rest of the sistema. No... Just... Get me closer. With that the Leopard obeyed, moving closer but still at a safe distance, the Storm then started to aim and shoot in the direction of the enemy, which seemed to help the Cloud to kill everyone and then retreat closer.

"Gokudera!"

The words were heard, but quite honestly Hayato couldn't hear it, yes... he faced his fears, he also had a panic attack, and he was told to get out of there... But was that really a success against his fear? Did he really accomplish anything? "Breath, I'm here."

Looking at the Cloud's eyes, he copied his breath as he was still sitting down over the Leopard. I think... We have a spy. He says between the breathes, as tired eyes pull to hug Hibari. I... Home.

"Yeah... Let's go home, I will see that after it."

As the Storm let Uri carry him, the Storm passed out, too tired to actually stay awake. There was too much stimulation, more than he expected, and now... Now he could understand why his first mission went wrong in the first place.

[187days]

Day Thirty-One

Today our students had an early dismissal and we had a late evening. This is a thing we do twice a year: we stay until 5:30, which counts as a "day" in our legally required 187 days, and we use that time for parent-teacher conferences. I think it's a good use of the time because it allows parents to speak specifically about their children as opposed to just hearing a general overview of our courses during an open house (and it keeps us from doing upaid labor).

Now, I always dress presentably at work, but there's a black and white dress I have that's super cute when paired with black tights and heels, and it makes me look like an adult (longtime readers know I look much younger than I actually am). A bunch of the ninth grade girls complimented it, which was a nice little self-esteem boost.

The ninth grade classes were only about half an hour long today, but that was the a perfect amount of time for students to revise and submit their culture projects. And, yes, I made today the due date because I figured that it would be the perfect amount of time, and that I could get all my grading done in between conferences. Which I did.

I'm feeling pretty proud of my planning skills.

In APGOV, students read an article on cooperative federalism, and then we discussed how it works in practice. I had them find out about our school district's use of ESSER grants because that's an obvious, applicable example for them. Then, to grab an example that's not so close to home but very present in the news, we talked about disaster relief- and, more specifically, FEMA's response to hurricanes Helene and Milton. More on that next class.

My conference schedule was nearly full, but some major traffic mid-afternoon caused some parents to miss their scheduled times. We adjusted and made it work, though!

I was pleasantly surprised that so many of the APGOV parents came to talk, especially when they told me how much their kids like the course. Sometimes, that's obvious, but some of them are very hard to read! I think my favorite conferences, though, were with ninth grade parents who'd been worried about the transition to high school, but learned that their children are excelling. They're so happy and relieved, and it's awesome to deliver good news. But, for parents whose children are having a tough time with that transition, I got to give some advice and talk strategies that will hopefully get them on the right track, and that's also a really positive and productive way to spend my time.

So, all in all, it was a great afternoon/evening. I am quite glad to be home and relax, though! Whew!

[fanfictasia]

Whumpcember Day 31

Homeless

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from When Stars Align

“Back into the Order, you may come,” Master Yoda says.

The Council chambers is dim with the light of the sun setting over Coruscant. It’s foreboding, and Anakin knows it’s just as metaphorical as physical. The sun is setting over this part of his life, and he has no idea where he’ll go from here. The only thing Anakin has ever been is a Jedi, and that’s what he wanted to be, even back on Tatooine.

How is he supposed to do this?

But… Obi-Wan asked him to, and Anakin can’t refuse, no matter how he feels about it.  “This is no doubt the most terrifying thing he’s ever done. “I’m sorry,” Anakin answers, and he’s amazed at how level he keeps his voice, considering the tumultuous emotions tearing him apart. “But I’m not coming back.”

He doesn’t dare look at Obi-Wan right now, though he senses his master calm a little. Like he was worried Anakin would refuse last minute.

“Certain of your decision, are you?”

“It’s clear to me there are other places I am needed, that I can help,” Anakin answers, and of all of this, he’s most certain about that. He’s needed in another place, somewhere far from here. Far away from the Order and the war, no matter how badly it hurts to leave.

Obi-Wan steps up to him, extending Anakin’s lightsaber. “Even if you are no longer a Jedi, this weapon is yours,” he explains.

Anakin takes a step back, shaking his head. “That’s the weapon of a Jedi, which I’m not anymore.” He should take it, but he… can’t. He needs to learn to trust the Force. Not weapons. Not himself.

Obi-Wan looks disappointed, but Anakin doesn’t take time to overthink that, least he starts second guessing all of this. He just needs to go, if that’s what he’s going to do, before it sinks in what he’s doing.

Anakin turns away, walking through the massive doors of the Council chambers. They slide shut behind him.

Anakin sinks onto the Temple steps, watching the sun set. This is the only place he’s ever known. It isn’t home. That was always his mother, but either way, now he has… nothing. He is nothing.

He’s not a Jedi. He’s not Obi-Wan’s padawan. He’s not Rex’s Commander. So, who in the galaxy is he?

[im-here-for-everything]

Todays reminder!

Do some self indulgence when you get the time. Draw some fanart, write a story, sew something. Have fun!

[frownyalfred]

fic idea: Clark’s escape pod was supposed to be a temporary way to keep him safe and bridge the civilization’s of Krypton and Earth as Krypton resettled in their outpost/tributary planets. when Clark reaches a majority (35?) his parents and General Zod come for him on Earth. they reveal that this planet is also doomed, just like Krypton was; the blast wave of Krypton’s destruction will reach to the very edge of this galaxy and take this planet with it.

their only request? come with them, back to Krypton, with a small selection of Earth’s inhabitants he finds “worthy” to rebuild and integrate with Kryptonians on the new planets. they have moments, maybe only minutes, to make this decision.

Clark is what he calls “selfish”: he takes Lois, Jimmy, his Ma and Pa, Bruce and Alfred and the Batkids and whatever JL members are currently on Earth. they have no choice. they’re knocked out and loaded onto ships, because they wouldn’t leave willingly. not one of them would.

the fic is the after effects, the horror, of that decision, played out in the interpersonal. Clark resumes his place in Kryptonian society and grapples with the fact that he failed Earth without even realizing. and he punished his closest friends and family by taking them with him.

[apricae]

[jinstronaut]

happy 30th birthday, kim namjoon (김남준) !

[kyouka-supremacy]

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[cockroachesunite]

happy valentine’s day to Edward Little & his miserable hopeless crush on his boss <3