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[ma-pi-ma]

È una tristezza in autunno

quando le spiagge si svuotano

e l'isola diventa deserta

e l'anima resta sola

con il mare selvaggio;

come lottare con le domeniche vuote,

con la natura selvaggia delle rocce e del mare,

con le cornacchie che la sera gracchiano sulla banchina.

Christos Laskaris, da Il tempo felice è passato, 1979

[wheatskers]

Wedding fashion n' Hisa & Mr. Bus doodles

Erebus is @grimriddles'

[arilikesocs]

troubled pirates (pt 1 hopefully)

[fonfan121]

[gamma-rae]

i totally forgot to post this here - party picture for my D&D group's christmas present!

[takkytakk]

got the urge to draw my code lyoko oc again! bellamy i missed uuuuu

[arturite2]

Say "cheese"!

[vineboom-sfx]

I love doing character design when I can’t write, it’s my favorite pastime

These are for a story me and my lovely girlfriend, @ur-trash-mammal, are doing! These are also her ANNIVERSARY PRESENT!!! The real one is actually coming tomorrow since I was literally unable to write anything good today, so this is for the meantime!!!

Designs without jackets and caplets under the cut

[audrepie]

Nepo Baby meets Nepo Baby

THIS IS NOT A SHIP ART‼️‼️

[chrysalispen]

ffxivwrite collections

i am probably not going to take a very active part in ffxivwrite this year for a lot of personal reasons (i'm not going to stop writing ffxiv fic, i've just been busy and dealing with ongoing health problems this year) so instead i am linking my older works here for anyone who wishes to read them!

a lot of things in my writing and my longfic plans have changed from when i wrote some of these, but ffxivwrite has always made for very good writing exercises and has even helped me solidify backstory for my WoL, so i've left them up to that end.

collection 1, sept 2019: tales of radiance

collection 2, sept 2020: above the tide of hours

collection 3, sept 2021: the cold heavens (still in progress as this was written while i was actively in the middle of moving out of texas ;; but tbh this collection has some of my personal favorites so i'm very fond of it still!)

collection 4, sept 2022: my tale again for me shall sing (largely wol-centric backstory)

[ma-pi-ma]

Quando scrivi non ti poni le domande "perché scrivo?", "per chi scrivo?". Scrivi perché non puoi fare altrimenti.

Christos Laskaris

[wheatskers]

Pencil tool doodles of various Crescent World characters.

Erebus (grey and beardy) is @grimriddles

[porta-decumana]

Alea Iacta Est - Chapter 15: Dread

Featuring @transcendentafflatus​’s Ruhania and Listelle and @frostmantle’s Aurelia.

tw: emetophobia 

“There is a missive from Werlyt.  It says there has been movement from the VIIth Legion.”

When Tataru announced it, Kaida knew without doubt what that meant.  The next Weapon would be nigh upon them and there was hardly any time to delay.  A ferry to Terncliff would need to be booked, one to bring as many of them as possible. With things calming down in Norvrandt and all of the missing returned to their corporeal forms, there had been enough of a lull where Kaida had gotten comfortable enough to sleep in and even have a mug or two of ale before sunset.  It was incredibly lazy of her to do—noticeably so (G’raha and Tataru had commented on it) but beneath her eyes hung lingering shadows that spoke well enough for themselves.  Kaida Asagiri did not often feel burn out but she did lately, her mind both hazed in a layer of molasses-like fog and constantly flitting about in an unfocused manner.  It was hell, the Raen thought, but it was the result of the too many things that had happened lately.

Kaida drank deep of the mug she had secured from F’lhaminn, setting her mug down with a clunk and a sigh.  She stood up, knowing that eyes were on her as she did.

“Off to pack,” the Raen announced half-heartedly to her peers.  “I suggest you do the same.”

She had a set of quarters in the Rising Stones—they all did.  Kaida blinked and the next thing she knew, she was in the doorway, staring at her room.  A numbness had taken to her arms and legs, pinning her to the spot.  There was a rise in anxiety from chest to throat, bubbling and frothing like a geyser.  She realized a bit too late that it was vomit and another blink later saw her bent over, the ale from just a few minutes ago emerging in a fashion that looked not entirely unlike how it had gone down.

“I am tempted to forbid you from going anywhere,” Aurelia’s voice came from behind and Kaida winced as she rubbed away some of the lingering droplets from her lips.

“Must have not settled well—the ale, I mean,” Kaida tried to evade but she felt the disapproval radiate from behind.  She turned and saw the others standing there—the disapproval slowly melting into awkwardness.

Listelle stared at her with concerned abundant in her mismatched eyes. Ruhania tapped her chin in thought and scrutiny.  Aurelia had a distinct frown about her lips.  

“Don’t look at me like that,” Kaida finally said after a moment, feeling so hollow that her words seemed to echo out, as if they belonged to another.  “I will clean it.”

She set about her work with a mop and a bucket a few minutes later, full of thought and yet so empty feeling.  She tried to dissect why she was feeling this way because she knew it was most certainly not the ale.  And after some debate, the Raen came to the conclusion she had likely known all along but did not want to admit—the thought of going back to Werlyt mortified her.  That sad town on the cliffside, the feeling of melancholy in the air, knowing what could very well happen if they were too slow once more…

The Raen thought she was going to be sick again, grabbing at the base of her neck. But that was when her fingers skimmed over something cool to the touch—something she had forgotten she had been wearing.  Kaida clasped the crystal Gaius had given her and she prayed silently that her fears would be assuaged.  She would be enough this time.

“Are you praying to a mop bucket?”

Her eyes opened and she looked over her shoulder to see a familiar face.

“Ah- E-Eirian!” Kaida rose to her feet quickly and turned, nearly knocking the bucket over with her tail.  “You’re back from Bozja, I see!”

The viera blinked at her, olive eyes moving from the mess on the ground to the Raen. Their pensive expression made Kaida’s face warm all the more.  She made sure the crystal was tucked under her shirt.

“A momentary respite,” Eirian replied.  “You seem…” There was a drawn-out pause.  “… up to something.”

[fonfan121]

[earth-neptune-pluto]

The Original Concept

I honest to gods cannot remember when I began writing for my beloved huntress, Elizabeth. I couldn’t have been any younger then 10.

The original concept featured a young girl who’s older brother was recently deployed. Her mother, a bio-scientist researching endangered species, had past years previous. She was left in the care of her Aunt and Uncle, greatly missing her brother and struggling to adjust. On one fateful day, she encounters the Hunters of Artemis. They could sense she was a demi-god.

Artemis took a particular interest in her. She had a talent for music, and upon singing and playing the natural world around her came alive. The grass greener and stronger, the sky clearer, and the animals buzzed louder. It was almost as if the Earth was restored. She was the daughter of Pan.

While their offer was intriguing, she couldn’t bear the idea of abandoning her brother. After a summer of adventuring with the Hunters, she returns home, reuniting with her brother.

This is a very basic summary, most specific details have been forgotten. But it was enough satisfy my young mind at the time. I don’t remember if she had a name. I believe I decided on her later name “Elizabeth” sometime after.

[takkytakk]