#tag yap incoming

[22bananapudding]

we need to team up and beat him to death with hammers

[theythemmer]

Parted from me and never parted. Never and always touching and touched.

[nyankoizumi]

Honestly this is why I keep calling their ship redsuits in my head because I want a distinction between normal present day spamtenna and big shot spamtenna because they feel so uniquely tasty. Do you guys understand

[sorbusaucuparia]

anyone here think about tasim wynncraft

[meowrimo]

an inside look of my brain this morning

[binglepringle]

“I like this ship a lot”

(I have written actual poetry about them)

[morocosmos]

FFXIVWrite 2024 Day 11 - Surrogate

Masterlist Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Characters/Pairings: Leofard Myste & Warrior of Light Rating: Teen & Up Additional Notes: Takes place at during HW patch 3.5. Major spoilers for the Shadow of Mhach alliance raid questline. Ao3 Link

Lady Raimille. The picture painted by Stacia's tale was everything an orphaned child could want from a parent. Everything except that she'd passed on too soon — but not before giving her foster son one last gift.

The noblewoman’s real portrait hung above them, enshrined in Leofard’s quarters. Presiding over his affairs and his family; watching over the man himself. Moro'a knew that paintings like this cost a considerable sum to commission, and that taking care of them required specific knowledge and attention; unexpected obligations for a sky pirate. 

But the painting gleamed, immaculately free of blemishes. “I had wondered as to the origin of his vessel's naming,” Cait Sith said softly, his voice touched with emotion. “‘Tis a most beautiful painting.”

Moro’a’s time in Ishgard had also taught him that portraits like this one were made to memorialise — a likeness captured in brushstrokes, preserved from time. Remember me as I was, in this moment. Remember what this person means to us. Situated where their loved ones could gaze upon them, and never forget.

I doubt I'll ever feel worthy to sit where he sat.

Throughout their adventures, Leofard had pretended as though the portrait wasn’t there, and it was all Moro’a had needed to know not to bring it up. He’d accepted it without judgement, without ever considering otherwise. What was he here for, if not to hide from ghosts and broken hearts; from memory?

But now that Stacia had told them what Leofard would never impart himself, the pieces that made up the leader of the Redbills had finally begun to click: why a man who prized freedom so highly would build his new home a stone's throw from the Holy See, and why the loss of his airship had made Leofard retreat into himself, like a creature seeking familiar refuge. 

It seems she kept him safe until the very end, Utata had said, and Moro’a’s heart had clenched so tight that he thought it might shatter.

It wasn’t any of his business. The voidsent had been stopped, and Cait Sith had found a new home. His time with the Redbills was coming to a close. It’d been an engaging distraction, which was precisely what Moro’a had needed; there were no stones left to overturn, no more accidental revelations to be had. He would go his separate way, into the unknown, and then…

Later, as he was stowing the few essentials he’d brought into the manacutter, Moro’a heard footsteps approaching. He turned to see Leofard, who was already dressed in a clean set of clothes and red-tinted goggles. “I almost forgot,” the sky pirate said, as breezy as could be now as he held something out in his hand. A Redbill scarf.

“You didn’t have to,” Moro’a murmured, feeling a strange mixture of reluctance and guilt. 

“And I say otherwise, Warrior. I reckon you’ve done more than you’ll ever need to to have earned this.” His hand stretched closer, and Moro’a considered refusing. He was ready to quit this place, to move on. I’m not who you think I am, he wanted to say. 

Instead he found himself reaching out for the scarf, and tucking it in with the rest of his things.

If, after he'd said his farewells, his hand reached under the collar of his shirt to gently hold the necklace that rested against his chest, to remember, he was the only one who needed to know.

[pricesdahlia]

omg i just noticed the post i made a few days ago got so much attention hello??? and new followrs too??? tysm!!! :’) i’m so glad ppl liked my silly little ramble that much :3 here’s this funky gif i made as a thank you gift 💚

[08-47]

IN YOU FUCKING GO !!!!!!!!!!!

[prettyiwa]

Pls I'm begging u

When is red chapter 4 coming out? I am so mf addicted I can't stop reading the chapters over again

Unfortunately, unlike Hanakotoba, Red is left more to the whims of my inspiration 😭😭😭 (Honestly, Hanakotoba is a rarity in that I have a planned schedule for it).

I know and have plotted most of what I want to happen in Winter, but the first scene is vague enough that it's been making me want to pull my hair out. I can take a look at it tomorrow since I'm technically ahead on Hanakotoba, but we're still looking at the time it takes to write the festivals + the sick chapter.

I'm really very touched that you're enjoying it so much! I'm happy to talk about it or give insights or whatever else in the meantime.

EDIT:

alright circling back to this, unfortunately hanakotoba + one other fic have my priority right now. just taking a couple days off to think about winter threw me off my hanakotoba groove enough that it's taking more time than i thought to return (bad).

even though red started out as a silly little thing that was supposed to ease my way back into writing, it's starting to feel like the opposite/take more attention than it did originally, which isn't conducive to my tentative return from burnout.

i still love red very much and it's still receiving attention from me, but not in any way that will allow me to contribute to it right now 💔

i still welcome comments and asks about red/fom (begging for them actually) because they help keep me motivated/on task. please. i beg.)

[spinostarz]

real and one fans should hate steve naghavi and frankly it seems not many of them do and im concerned

[garygoldenbignaturals]

fuck if you click the jaden link on my pinned (it's just search results if you look up her name) she really is being flanderized at the moment. by me. she's not defined by violence i promise she has depths trust me......

[meowrimo]

gooooooooood MORNING !! happy wednesday friendz ! we made it to hump day yipeeee !! have the bestest day, i’m cheering on all of youuu ! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

[hauntedvulcan]

The gang ✨

So here's a sketch of a group of characters from an original story

they're a little silly right now (shoutout to Henry's uneven eyes) and their hair colors remain a mystery in this sketch but nevertheless they are here

I will say that at least one of them has unnaturally dyed hair. Feel free to take a guess

[idalievu]

Time for my daily thoughts about how Jaws is rife with potential for an anti imperialist anti capitalist analysis