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[acatpiestuff]

if i post something really funny (i prommy) do yall promise to not be mad 🥺

[keicordelle]

The Daily Inconveniences of an Au Ra: Nocturnal

Given the way the sun liked to shine right on his eyes like some sort of laser beam dead set on blinding him entirely, it should come as no surprise that Keshet preferred to adventure at night. It was, by his reckoning, the ideal time for such things, and not just because he could actually see. Few enemies expected to be assailed in the night, particularly by a foe who could see better in the dark than they could. Only the Miqo'te could rival the luminescent vision of the Au Ra, and Keshet was more than willing to take the chance that he'd find himself up against one of their number in his midnight skirmishes - after all, he had plenty of experience fighting others who could see just as well at night as he. In fact, fighting in the day was far more of a hindrance, his vision limited by the violent stabbing of Azim's rays lancing through his skull. (Well, alright, it wasn't quite that bad, but it did suck.)

The problem, of course, lay in that none of the rest of Eorzea was particularly given to nocturnal operations. Back on the Steppe, where pretty well everyone dealt with the same light sensitivity he did, it was fairly common for inter-tribal trade to take place after dusk. After all, Nhaama's blessing was strongest beneath the light of the moon, and the only ones who would think to spurn such a thing were the sniveling Oronir. The Dotharl often worked under the cover of darkness for the rest of their dealings as well. From launching assaults on other tribes to their daily comings and goings, everything was done beneath the gentle glow of Nhaama's grace and with the stars twinkling far overhead.

Here, though... Shops closed before dusk even fell, mealtimes were all scheduled during the day, and even his fellow adventurers all seemed determined to drag him out under the blazing light of high noon.

Keshet grimaced as he shielded his eyes against the light, the bright sun shining off the golden sands of the desert expressly to stab him in the eyes. It was worse than just getting bloody sand in his eyes. This was a time meant for lounging in the sun and sleeping, not wandering aimlessly around the desert hunting down zombies. Nhaama preserve him from determined Miqo'te. Shouldn't he be able to set his own schedule, if he was the so-called Warrior of Light? You'd think those who'd given him the title would be more willing to accommodate his whims and his needs.

"I don't see anything," the dark-haired girl said. (He wasn't sure if she'd so much as introduced herself before roping him into this quest, but if she had he'd already forgotten her name.)

"I can't see anything past the sunbeams in my damned eyes," he grumbled, but he was pretty sure she didn't hear him. Just as well, really. He missed Thancred. Thancred was always willing to work with him under the cover of darkness. Maybe from here on out he'd just insist the Scions operate at night. Surely his comrades would be more accommodating than the average Ul'dahn investigator.

"Oh! Over there! I see one!" she exclaimed merrily.

Keshet squinted, but he couldn't see anything past the glare of the light. Maybe a big hat would help. Or some tinted glasses. Surely Urianger would know where he could get some that would fit around his horns. "I believe you," he said with a shrug. "Let's go kick some zombie butt, shall we?" And hope that they really were as slow moving as the stories said, because adding flames to the piercing blaze of sunlight was really not the best way to improve his vision.

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[speedruntechnically]

Sketch for layer 1 of ? For painting 1 of 5

[tsubasadan]

bites u.

squeaky toy sounds.

[endlesscacophony]

Someone write Dedue so I can properly cry on you ---

[superskaian]

BARK ABBRKA BARK AWF AWOO HOWL SNIFF RIP TEAR CLAW WAG TAIL MEOW NYAAAAAAAAAAA

[uncanny-tranny]

Fat people deserve mobility aids, too. No matter if it's connected to their fatness or not, because having a mobility issue that is connected to one's fatness won't change that they're still fat and still have the issue at hand. Fat people don't deserve to "tough it out" because fatness should be this divine punishment doled out to those who "deserve" it. Fat disabled people deserve to have the peace of mind that they can exist in whatever way is most comfortable and accessible to them

[eachmostremembering]

step 1: lose your health insurance

step 2: run out of meds

step 3: goodrx your meds and get back on meds

step 4: leave your meds at your best friend's house. they live an hour and a half away from you. you do not own a car

[kangaruthi]

gideon the ninth page 300

[obeetlebeetle]

cannot believe they named it kraken

[proxycrit]

(Horsifies your nimbasa trio)

I think the guys as earth ponies would be kinda neat.

(Following my own lore conventions where earth ponies have paws! Unicorns have cloven feet like deer and pegasi have a mix of talons and hooves.)

[egophiliac]

still absolutely losing my mind over Lilia

[endlesscacophony]

It seems its always Love Dedue Hours up in here

[feral-ballad]

Dulce María Loynaz, tr. by James O’Connor, from Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems

[Text ID: “There is still one difference left between us. You have a tenderness grown weary and I have a weariness grown tender.”]

[aye-of-newt]

you can tell mizu was raised by an old man from the absolutely everything about them and I deeply love that