#day1

[schrodingersboy]

Alright, first post on this magnificent hellscape of a site, and it is day 1 of Ectober 2024. I’m gonna be real with you I didn’t understand the past/future prompt system so for today we just have a vague concept involving Clockwork that I drafted at 10 pm in my concept dev class (I was not paying attention to the lecture)

There’s a lot I want to fix with this but this month I’m here to mass produce and they’re not all gonna be bangers

November update: they were not all bangers because they do not exist, I did exactly one day or ectober

[ltwilliammowett]

It's the first day and we're travelling back to the early days of the age of sail. May I introduce you to the Golden Hinde? The famous lady on which Sir Francis Drake sailed.

More about her below:

The Golden Hinde was a relatively slender galleon with a low aft deck and an even lower foredeck.

The outer walls consisted of two layers of planks with a layer of tar in between, and the ship had three masts: the main mast and the jib mast were rigged with square sails and additional topsails, crossbatten sails and fighting sails, while the mizzen mast was rigged with lateen sails. The ship was 37 metres long, 5.6 metres wide and had a draught of 2.7 metres. The armament probably consisted of 18 cannons.They were distributed over seven hatches on each side and four hatches in the bow.Three cannons were made of bronze, the others of cast iron. Around 60 men were on board at the beginning of the circumnavigation.

Queen Elizabeth I partly sponsored Sir Francis Drake as the leader of an expedition intended to pass around South America through the Strait of Magellan and to explore the coast that lay beyond. The queen's support was advantageous; Drake had official approval to benefit himself and the queen and cause the maximum damage to the Spaniards. This eventually culminated in the Anglo–Spanish War.

Her original name of the Golden Hinde was Pelikan. She was renamed on the day she entered the Strait of Magellan. It is generally assumed that Francis Drake changed the name in honour of his patron Sir Christopher Hatton, who had a golden stag in his coat of arms. A name change during a voyage was extremely unusual, even for the time, and Christopher Hatton was by no means Drake's only patron - other patrons included Queen Elizabeth I, Robert Dudley, 1st Earl of Leicester, Sir Francis Walsingham, Sir William Winter and Drake's cousin John Hawkins. The reasons for the renaming are therefore unclear, but are usually associated with the fate of Thomas Doughty: Doughty, an English adventurer and gentleman, was commander of the Mary on Drake's expedition, but was accused of mutiny in the Straits of Magellan, found guilty and executed. As Doughty was Christopher Hatton's personal secretary, the renaming of the ship is often understood as a conciliatory gesture towards Hatton, which is at least supported by the coincidence in time of the two events: the Golden Hinde's logbook of 20 June 1578 states: ‘Thomas Doughty tried for mutiny and executed. (…) Pelican renamed Golden Hind.

In 1581, the Queen ordered the Golden Hinde to be ‘kept in Deptford for perpetual remembrance’, and for some years the ship was one of the sights of London, visited by thousands of people. Soon, however, it became so neglected that in 1599 a Swiss visitor, Thomas Platter, remarked that ‘the ship is rotten and about to fall to pieces’. In 1629, the secretary of the Venetian envoy noted that ‘the remains of the ship resembled the bleached ribs and skull of a dead horse’. The last remains were removed in 1662.

A replica of the Golden Hinde is located in a floating dock on the Thames in London, and another is moored in Brixham harbour in Devon, England.

[mattoidmeerkat]

Hen Wilson Week: Day 1

Passion: Three times Hen chose to be a paramedic

[melanieph321]

Hello :) could you do an imagine/story where Ruben and reader have a boy and he is a big momma’s boy like he’s jealous when Ruben kiss reader please (sorry for my bad English btw) if you don’t feel comfortable writing it that’s okay

I LOVE THIS REQUEEEST! 🤭💓🤭💓

Please keep em coming!

10 DAYS OF REQUESTS

(DAY 1)

Ruben Dias - Mommy's Boy

This one is so funny 😭

Enjoy!

Having a six year old boy seemed more of a challenge than having a four - or three year old boy.

Six was the age of discovery. Discovery of how spicy a Portuguese pepper can be when devoured raw. Discovery of how fast a bicycle can travel downhill when you take off the training wheels. Or your son's most recent discovery — How high the swing in the backyard goes before its ropes snap and lunges him across mommy's neatly pruned rose bushes.

"My arm!" Your son cried out, as you and Ruben rushed down the steps to the backyard.

You had witnessed it all from the kitchen window. The last part at least, when the swings ropes snapped and your son's body was thrown across the yard. Before then, Ruben had your back pressed against the refrigerator, his lips tracing ever so gently down the slope of your neck while his rough hands crept up your thighs and under your dress. Nedless to say that your son's cries stopped it all, to your husband's annoyance, of course.

"Help, mommy. It hurts!" Your son cried, as you fought to get him out from the leaves and thornes. He was all bruised up once you did.

"I'll go get the band-aids." Ruben sighed. He returned to the house while you carried your son to the steps leading up to it. Your son cradled in your arms, his dark hair head nuzzling into the pit of your embrace as the two of you settled down.

"Oh, hubby." You cooed. "Why do you always have to get yourself into such trouble? Can't you see how you keep scaring mommy to death."

Your son sniffled in response. "I'm sorry mommy."

"Oh, no. There's nothing to be sorry about. It was all an accident."

"Yeah, right." A voice scolded behind you. Ruben, appearing in the backdoor with the band-aids in his hand. He dropped them in your lap and joined you and your son on the steps.

"Baby, what's gotten into you?" You said, noting the bitterness in Ruben's comment.

"Nothing, nothing." He muttered. "It's just funny that..." He paused to reconsider his words.

"Ruben?" Your narrowed gaze challenge for him to go on.

He shook his head with laughter and disbelief. "I dunno Y/N, but don't you think that it's very coincidental that every time the two of us....well...."

"Well?" You frowned, rocking the sniffling boy in your arms.

Ruben looked to your son, however, not with the same empathy as you. "If I put it this way. Last week, the two of us were in our room, in bed, doing what adults do during late hours, especially after a well played game like mine—."

"Ruben." Heat suddenly flushed to your cheeks. You knew exactly what events of last week that Ruben was referring to. However, it was highly inappropriate to bring up such subjects amongst children. "Your point is?" You emphasized.

"My point is..." Ruben declared. "I barely got to touching you that night before little Romeo here came running into our room with a burning tongue." Ruben's eyes darted at your son, who snickered at the phrase "Little Romeo."

"Honey." You felt obligated to defend your son. "He simply mistook your mom's peppers for a regular Bell one."

"Mistook my ass! What was he even doing roaming around in the kitchen that late at night? And do you remember that time we took the training wheels off his bicycle and he conveniently decided to send it down the hill. Do you remember that time?"

"Yes, Ruben. But what's that got to do with anything?"

Your husband ran a hand through his hair, looking to calm himself down. "All I'm saying is that you wouldn't leave his side after our son got his knees bruised up from his hell ride. Same thing as today. I mean, look at him."

You both tilted your heads to meet the bright beaming eyes of your son, who seemed delighted to be curled up in your arms despite becoming way too big to do so.

"Look, the thornes didn't even manage to cut him up that deep. I bet he just saw us kissing through the window while on the swing and decided to lunge himself off of it."

"Ruben?" You gasped. "Are you telling me that our son injures himself purposely just to get our attention?"

"Your attention." Ruben corrected.

You looked to your son and back to Ruben. "I can't believe you."

"Don't believe me? Fine, I'll prove it." Ruben's hand reached for the nape of your neck, tilting your head with the motion of drawing you towards him. Towards his lips, to be exact. But before his parted mouth could even brush pass your own, your son erupted in an ear shattering wail.

"Told you." Ruben grinned and let go of your neck.

You were perplexed, looking down at your son whose face had gone red from crying. He held up his finger, offering it to you. "It hurts, mommy. Kiss and make it better."

"I—"

Behind you, Ruben was trembling with laughter. "Huh, it seems like I'm competing with my son for my own wife's attention."

"But that...." You regarded them both in confusion. The whole thing utterly absurd.

"Don't worry." Ruben pressed a swift kiss to your cheek and rose from the steps, looking to return the band-aids. He paused in the door. "Our son will grow out of it. In the meantime, I guess he can have you....at least during the day."

The wink of Ruben's eye sent a tickling shiver down your spine. You quickly shook out of it to address your son. "You. Little. Gremlin." He giggled at your choice of words, and so you resorted to torturing him by tickling his belly. "You are such a mommy's boy, aren't you? A mommy's boy, that's what you are."

"Mommy, stop it. I can't breathe." He laughed.

"Oh, no. Not so fast." You continued poking his little belly. It was the least you could do for raising such a menace.

The tickling seized once the two of you were left breathless. By then, your torturing methods shifted to a serenation of kisses. Kisses you thought would annoy your son. Instead, he squirmed beaneth you, each peck of your lips making him errupt in joyous shouts. Perhaps Ruben was right that your sons admiration for you wouldn't last forever. Until then, you were going to enjoy having a little mommy's boy all to yourself.

[jitterdogart]

[yarn2]

khunbamweek2025 day 1: Fairytale/ Sunshine

happy start of kbw 😝

i have no idea how i used to finish kbw entries in a day

06/30/25

[coffees4sleepy]

Happy birthday, Jason!!!

Why does it say 17? Because it's my birthday, too, and I'm turning 17! Jason's cake is pink because why not. Pink is good.

[insanyu]

Frans Week 2024. Day 1 -Blushing (@fransweek)

ErrorCore - comic 404: AU not found by @nuvex

Core!Frisk by @dokudoki

Error!Sans by @loverofpiggies

[ventusrocks]

Team Tiny, Ready to Go!

@heropartnerweek Day 1: Accessories!

Inaugural Team Tiny members Linny the Nidoran♀ (hero) and Blaze the Ledyba (partner) are excited to be recognized as an official rescue team and receive their rescue scarves and badges! It won't be long until they gain two additional members...

[logicgunn]

your call is important

On AO3

"Hey, Bud—” 

Rodney holds up a finger, his office phone cradled between his head and shoulder. 

“I’m on hold”, he hisses, flush-cheeked and typing furiously. “With my bank.” 

“I’ll come back later.” 

“No, stay. I might need backup.” 

“Backup?” 

“I’m on with the Fraud Prevention Centre. Are you armed?” 

John catches himself reaching for the holster he isn’t wearing. “Uh, not right now, no.” 

“Apparently, returning from a three-year intergalactic expedition isn’t on their list of ‘ordinary banking activity’. Who knew?” 

John shrugs and holds out the reason he came by Rodney’s office. “Coffee?” 

Rodney looks like he might cry. 

[saidanny]

DANNYMAY DAY 1 -- DRAGON

"Taming the Beast"

This one was really rushed, but I like it. Danny comes to the rescue of his mind-controlled, shapeshifted partner, but he's still the same old self-- just a little bit meaner. A lot meaner, actually... His snappiness can still captivate Danny.

[kkamjongwipeu]

I'm seeing all these updates from KAION Day 1 in Seoul and it is already too much for me to handle… how on earth am I supposed to survive when he comes here 😭😭

Cr: @Snuyhkeab

[aquilathefighter]

Domaystic 2025

Day 1: Fraud

Title: Easy Money (on ao3)

Jayce gets a letter that is too good to be true. Viktor is the only one with common sense; he saves Jayce from his problems once again.

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends), Jayce & Viktor (League of Legends),Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Heimerdinger (League of Legends), Scams and Fraud, Letters, Silly, Jayce is a Mess (League of Legends), viktor saves jayce once again, Pre-Slash, Gen or Pre-Slash

Words: 326

@domaystic

[couchtaro]

A while ago I was working at my desk I looked behind me and my cat was rolled over looking at me with the roundest eyes on planet earth

[micia-posts-stuff]

LeviHanWeek2025 | Day 1

Royalty/Fantasy AU - Childhood Friends - "Maybe we should live here together?"

Hanji is an energetic kid living in a village near a magical forest, always fascinated by the stories she hears about the creatures inhabiting it. One day she decides to venture inside of the woods and meets Levi, the prince of the fairies. Even tho he's pretty wary at first, they quickly become friends and Hanji starts to wonder if it would suit her better to live with him in the magical forest instead of going back to the village.

@levihanfest

[channel1180]

Day 1 – Addiction (Addiction métaphorique)

> "Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving." – Einstein