#day8

[swizik]

[puttersmile]

Crittertember Day 8: With your critter OC

Instead of drawing Bobby all the time I do want to draw some other critters. Here its Picky and her farm help, Bunzo! Picky is a very goal oriented critter as shown. But she is glad Cheerigo missed her mailbox this time. That means no time wasted having to fix it. Now its time to go sell apples!

Yeah I know I drew Picky more anthro-y than my OC. No real explanation as to why. I need to be consistent with my art. Bit I wanted to draw Picky in some farm clothes.

Cheerigo is a very diligent mail bat. She will be okay.

[nightwatchent]

@kataang-week 2024 Day 8: Free Day.

Aang and Katara dancing underwater with their water bending abilities at the 2024 Olympics. 🥇🏅🩵🤍🩵🤍🩵🤍

[sanditimtom]

drawing monster prom fanart for day 8 of art challenge heehee. i love the idea of having a fangirl character as a romanceable option in a dating sim. it is so sillay

i think zoe is probably my favorite character design-wise as well, although I almost drew oz instead because they also have banger design but i figured i should branch out a bit since i already draw my persona as a mush character with no mouth and only eyes

[de7ieee4]

[nurazisramadhan]

Rezeki, Nikmat dan Rasa Syukur kita.

Rezeki itu bukan apa yang bisa dibeli namun apa yang sejatinya mampu kita nikmati dan syukuri.

Sebab, ada seorang yang memiliki penghasilan ratusan juta setiap bulan, namun ketika ingin makan yang manis-manis tidak diperbolehkan dokter karena diabetesnya, saat mau makan makanan yang gurih dilarang oleh dokter sebab kolesterolnya, ketika mau makan yang asin tidak diperbolehkan dokter karena hipertensinya.

Maka rezeki itu bukan apa yang kita miliki, namun apa yang dapat kita nikmati.

Sebab, ada seseorang yang memiliki saham dan menjadi komisioner dari sebuah maskapai penerbangan terbesar di dunia. Namun, dalam sebuah majalah ia ternyata memiliki hyperphobia yaitu phobia terhadap ketinggian. Dan seumur hidup komisioner ini tidak pernah terbang sekalipun dengan pesawat sepanjang hidupnya.

Maka rezeki itu bukan apa yang kita miliki, namun apa yang dapat kita nikmati.

Yang namanya makanan paling lezat, paling enak itu bisa dibeli. Karena ada sebuah restoran micheline bintang tiga di satu negara, yang makanannya ratusan juta dan harus antri selama beberapa bulan untuk memesannya. Namun, nikmatnya makan itu Allah yang bagi. Sebab kadang-kadang, kalau kita perhatikan sebuah pemandangan seorang yang telah lanjut usia di pedalaman satu desa istirahat sehabis mencangkul, lalu disuguhkan dengan makanan hangat, teh pekat, dan dilengkapi dengan suapan sang istri, yang juga telah menua, itu jauh lebih nikmat daripada makanan micheline bintang tiga tadi.

Yang namanya kasur paling empuk, hotel paling mahal itu bisa dibayar. Karena ada sebuah hotel di Dubai yang mengklaim sebagai hotel bintang tujuh, yang harganya ratusan juta dan menjadi rebutan para artis ternama. Namun, nikmatnya tidur itu Allah yang bagi Karena Kadang-kadang jika kita lihat bagaimana sebuah keluarga yang pada siang hari di hari jumatnya mencari rezeki, ilmu, serta nafkah, lalu di malam harinya mereka tidur pulas setelah melepas lelah kemudian terbangun untuk qiyamul layl pada dini harinya, jauh lebih nikmat daripada tidurnya orang yang tidur di hotel bintang tujuh tadi.

Maka oleh karenanya sebuah rezeki itu bukanlah diukur dari seberapa mewah suatu hal yang kita beli, namun diukur dari seberapa banyak kita nikmati syukuri.

Maka mari terus belajar mensyukuri segala sesuatu, sebab sebagaimana kalimat dari Umar bin Khattab R.A bahwa mampu bersyukur atas sebuah rezeki/nikmat adalah karunia yang lebih tinggi daripada nikmat itu sendiri.

"Sebab Nikmat Allah itu selalu cukup, syukur kitalah sering kurang. Musibah Allah selalu tepat, sabar kitalah sering tak bulat." Ustadz Salim A Fillah

[the-psudo]

Welcome to the Eighth Day

You don't have to do all of the work. Just do at least a little. If millions of people each do a little, a lot will get done.

Put up a flier. Find one quote by an expert that contradicts the regime's propaganda, put it on the flier without context, and put it up somewhere where it'll be seen. If you're worried about retribution, put it up nowhere near your home and at a time when no one will see you put it up.

A little bit of truth told is resistance.

2025-01-27

[heihellothere]

Bersyukur Tanpa Tapi

Kadang kita mikir kalau bersyukur itu cuma buat hal-hal besar—dapet kerjaan impian, menang lomba, atau hidup yang akhirnya on the track. Padahal, menurut Dr. Robert Emmons, seorang pakar positive psychology, gratitude itu lebih dari sekadar celebrating wins. Bersyukur juga soal mengakui dan menghargai setiap proses yang udah kita jalani, bahkan meski hasilnya nggak sesuai ekspektasi. 💔

Salah satu bentuk syukur yang sering kita lupa? Being grateful for trying. Iya, bersyukur karena udah cukup berani buat take a chance, buat step out of comfort zone, dan buat lawan rasa takut itu sendiri. Carol Dweck dalam teorinya tentang growth mindset bilang kalau orang yang terus berkembang itu bukan mereka yang selalu menang, tapi mereka yang selalu mau belajar dari setiap pengalaman.

Pernah nggak sih, kamu coba sesuatu yang high-stakes banget? Udah effort mati-matian, tapi ternyata nggak dapet? Kinda sucks, kan? But here’s the thing—just because you didn’t win, doesn’t mean you didn’t grow. Kemenangan yang nggak kelihatan itu lebih penting dari yang terlihat. Kita jadi tahu gimana rasanya usaha keras, belajar buat hadapi kecewa, dan paham bahwa keberanian buat nyoba aja udah huge progress. 📈

Nah, Ramadan ini mungkin bisa jadi waktu buat latihan seeing gratitude in a different way. Kayak puasa—hasil akhirnya emang nanti pas buka, tapi perjalanannya, dari nahan laper, ngebentuk kesabaran, sampe refleksi diri, itu juga bagian dari sesuatu yang bisa disyukuri. It’s all about perspective, really!

Jadi, bentuk syukur itu nggak cuma soal dapet apa yang kita mau. Syukur juga ada dalam keberanian buat melangkah, dalam pelajaran yang kita dapet di tengah jalan, dan dalam setiap usaha yang udah kita kasih.

Karena pada akhirnya, menang atau nggak, kita tetap bertumbuh. And that itself is something to be grateful for. 🌿

:: 10 Ramadan 1446H

On pict: A memory from 5 months ago. Ranked 5th out of 4,877 in CAT SKD, but didn’t make it past the non-CAT SKB. A bit sad, but that’s okay :")

[mtonino]

È il giorno di Sean Baker

L'isola degli idealisti (2024) Elisabetta Sgarbi

Anora (2024) Sean Baker

[itsawhumpsideblog]

BBU Community Days 2024, Day 8

April 21 / Writing Prompt: "OUTSIDE" / Write a BBU story based on the one-word-prompt and share it!

CW: for institutionalized slavery, burns, neglect, abuse, guns mentioned but not used, more swearing than usual, murder (takes place offscreen)

On Monday, the week the Outside Pet arrived, Nathan burnt the chicken cacciatore he was making and Master pressed his arm to the stove as punishment.

There was a very long instant in which Nathan felt a heat so high that it registered as freezing cold and his knees turned to jelly. His mouth dropped open, but he was too stunned to scream. The world stood frozen in that moment and it was filled with pain and a fear of what would happen next- but even beneath all that, the part of Nathan that still wanted to live was pulling his reactions under careful control.

If he screamed, he had to be careful not to swear. If the screams came out in words, they had to be ones that wouldn't have been erased. He couldn't beg for relief, because he wasn't supposed to know it might be available. He had to be a good Pet, even now, or it was all over and who knew what would happen to him?

Knowing this Master, he would wind up fertilizing the wildflowers that grew in the woods behind the house. He wouldn't be the first.

All of these thoughts came and went almost instantly. His arm wasn't touching the stovetop for more than a second or two, which was plenty long enough to leave a burn, and then Master pulled it up and let him go.

"I'll order a pizza," he said, sounding more disgusted than was reasonable when discussing a ruined dinner that he could easily afford to replace. "Don't let me see you before breakfast." Then he left in a huff, already picking up his phone.

Nathan managed to keep his mouth clamped shut until Master was gone. It was easier not to betray himself if he didn't say anything at all. Then he walked slowly to the pantry where his bed was, on the floor below the spice racks. He was holding his arm out in front of himself, grasping his elbow, and he couldn't stop staring at the blister that had already formed.

Nathan entered the pantry and very carefully pulled the door shut. He knelt on the human-sized dog bed with the scruffy blue blanket and only then did he begin to wail.

The next morning, Nathan was careful to be up on time, although it wasn't as though he had slept much to begin with. His arm hurt, of course, and when he had been able to stop screaming, he had gone out to spend most of the night hovering over the sink, running room-temperature water over the burn to keep the pain at bay just far enough. When the time came that he had to either sit down or fall down, he had wrapped the arm in a wet towel and gone back to lay on his bed and blow softly across the burn to keep it cool.

The day passed badly. Master was gone for most of it and Nathan completed his chores though a haze of pain. It was hard to stand and hard to move and the one thing he wanted to do- lie down and sleep until he felt better- was out of the question.

Wednesday was worse and Nathan woke to a fever that made him feel achy and wrung-out. He had a cautious look at his arm when he emerged from the pantry and found that he didn't care to look more closely. It was enough to know that it was blistered and painful and obviously infected.

Master seemed to be busy with something and kept checking his phone all through breakfast, instead of watching his morning soap opera, as he usually did.

"Stay in the kitchen today," he said when Nathan cleared away the plates. Nathan nodded, and for just a moment he realized that Master was looking closely at him. That was unusual and Nathan dropped his gaze to the carpet. He hoped he hadn't aroused any suspicion, but Master looked back down at his phone and began tapping on the screen and it was impossible to say what he had been thinking.

Nathan gripped the plate firmly as he made his way back into the kitchen, stumbling just a little. He washed the dishes and cleaned the countertop and then realized with pathetic gratitude that he had nothing else to do until lunch.

Over the next couple of hours, Nathan's fever raged and when the man in the WRU uniform brought the box around the house to the back garden, Nathan was curled up in the kitchen window with tears in his eyes, feeling very sorry for himself. He was so unwell that it took him several seconds to realize what the box on the large handcart was and even then, he couldn't find the energy to be interested.

Master came around the corner of the house a moment later and he helped the WRU employee lay the box down so that they could unlatch the lid. Nathan laid his woozy head against the cool of the glass and watched as they opened the box and stood back. There was a long moment in which nothing happened and then a young man emerged from the box.

He was tall and looked very strong- and very afraid. His sandy hair was tousled and his t-shirt and soft pants didn't look like they were keeping him warm enough. Nathan thought feverishly that perhaps the new pet would swap with him and then they would both feel better.

Master tipped the WRU employee, who put the box back on the handcart and left. Then he turned on his new Pet and seemed to be issuing some kind of orders. The new Pet nodded eagerly, looking desperate to please. Master reached up and cuffed him and the Pet cringed, hunching his shoulders and ducking his head, but he was nodding. Finally Master nodded as well and left his new Pet in the garden.

That night, after dinner, Master strode into the kitchen and set a small orange bottle down on the counter, not very gently. The sound startled Nathan, who was mechanically washing dishes while stars spun across his field of vision.

"You know what that is?" he asked Nathan, and for once Nathan didn't have to pretend to be ignorant of the sorts of things any human would know. He could barely see the counter at all, and certainly not clearly. Nathan shook his head.

"Pills," Master explained. "Take one every night until they're gone. Don't miss a day and don't leave any left over. Got it?"

"Yes, sir," Nathan managed to say.

"Good. I'm not losing money on you." Master left the kitchen and as soon as the dishes were done, Nathan took the bottle in shaking hands and fumbled it open. He took one of the rather large pills and washed it down with a swig of water, wincing as it caught in his throat. Then he looked over his shoulder to make sure Master wasn't watching and read the label, very slowly and methodically.

"Pen-i-cill-in," he sounded out. He wasn't a very good reader at the best of times and the fever made his eyes feel hot and dry. When he could finally comprehend the word, though, he sighed in relief. Master wasn't going to let the infection kill him, after all. Nathan was deeply grateful and then annoyed at himself for feeling gratitude towards a man who had intentionally burned him.

As the penicillin worked its magic and the burn on his arm healed into a rough scar, Nathan's mind cleared and he had more energy to think of the Pet who lived outside. He was evidently not allowed indoors at all and Nathan certainly wasn't allowed into the garden, but he watched the other Pet from time to time.

Mostly, during the day, the other Pet slept, curled up in the softest grass or under a bush. But at night, before he went to bed, Nathan saw the Pet marching around the house in one circle after another, patrolling, keeping watch over the place.

This worried Nathan immensely. He had come to learn, during his- god, had it been a year already?- in his Master's home that Master knew some really unsavory people. Even worse, he had made other unsavory people very angry and possibly owed them money.

Call it what it was- Nathan still knew the words. Master was some kind of big shot in the world of organized crime. Nathan had seen all three parts of The Godfather, plus Goodfellas and at least half of The Sopranos. He knew the kinds of things his Master did and he knew who the men were who came to the house wearing guns on their hips and conferred with Master in the study until late in the night. He felt like Spider every time he brought them dinner.

And outside, the other Pet was all that stood between men like that and Master. He was a big Pet and he looked strong, sure, but Nathan didn't have much faith that he would last long against a determined enemy. Every morning, Nathan woke with a nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach and it stayed there until he was able to get to the window and see that the outside Pet was still alive.

Nathan had never seen the outside Pet fight, but there were signs that it happened frequently. The Pet would be there in the morning, under the bush, with a black eye or rubbing at his knee with his eyebrows knit and Nathan would wonder what had gone on and how much longer the other Pet could stand it.

The worry got the better of Nathan one day when he took his morning look through the window to find that the outside Pet had blood all over his chin and shirt. Nathan served Master breakfast and began the cleaning, but froze and stopped to listen when he heard the front door open and shut and then the sound of Master's truck starting.

Sure enough, the truck's noise continued for a moment and then receded gradually, meaning that Master had left the house. All of a sudden, Nathan knew what he was going to do. He quickly ran a washcloth under the sink and, on an impulse that would later cause him great anxiety, grabbed a banana out of the bowl on the counter.

At the back door, he stopped to make sure that the alarm wasn't set. It often wasn't, during the day, and this was no exception. He darted to the front windows and peered at the driveway and then down the street to make sure the truck really was gone. It was nowhere in sight.

Heart beating quickly, Nathan took the washcloth and the fruit and slipped as quietly as he could out the back door. He was still looking over his shoulder as he hurried to the garden.

The other Pet was sitting there with his legs outstretched and one hand holding his swollen jaw. His brow was knitted with worry and pain and blood dripped from his nose over his open lips to drench his shirt.

"Hey, buddy," Nathan said as he approached, speaking very carefully, almost as if he was talking to a strange dog. The other Pet's head shot up and he winced and made a pained face.

"Sorry," Nathan went on. "I didn't mean to scare you." He crossed the garden and knelt by the other Pet. "I was- well, I was kinda worried about you. You look pretty beat up."

The other Pet nodded, very carefully. His eyes were bleary and he put his other hand to his head, holding himself gingerly.

"Does it hurt? Looks like your nose might be broken."

The other Pet nodded, looking exhausted and then gestured with both hands straight along either side of his nose. Then he pointed to himself and made the gesture again.

"Sorry- what do you-" Nathan started and then put the pieces together. "Whoa, did you set your own nose?" The other Pet nodded and looked suddenly deeply weary.

"Wow, man, okay. You must be tough!" The other Pet shrugged. "Listen, I can't stay out here long, but I brought you some food and I thought you might want to clean up. Yeah?"

Tears rose in the other Pet's eyes and he nodded. "Okay," Nathan said. "You sit tight. I got you, and then I gotta get back in the house before Master comes home. Okay?"

The outside Pet looked very frightened at the mention of their Master, but he sat still and obedient while Nathan carefully wiped the blood from his face. His nose wasn't bleeding as ferociously as it must have done at first and he seemed to be able to breathe through it, which was something.

"Okay, I'll wash this up," Nathan said when he had finished. It should be easy enough to sneak one more thing into the laundry, since he was the only one who ever did it. "And here- eat this." He peeled the banana and gave the fruit to the other Pet, who took it in one bloody hand and stared at it like he was going to burst into tears. "I know," Nathan added, "Master probably gives you shitty dog food or something. But this is yours. Enjoy!" And he hurried to the back door, suddenly desperate to be inside and out of trouble.

Once he had gone out to the garden once, Nathan found himself both anxious to go back and terrified of being outdoors again. He saw the outside Pet watching the kitchen window sometimes and Nathan waved at him when he could, but it was hard to find a time that they were both awake and Master left the house. He tended to be gone in the evenings, when the outside Pet had work to do.

But it did happen from time to time. One day, Nathan was just pulling a tray of muffins out of the oven when he heard the signal of the closing door and the truck's noise. The outside Pet was curled up under a bush and Nathan was seized by a sudden boldness. He wrapped a muffin in a kitchen towel and ran.

Without meaning to, he surprised the outside Pet again. The young man was half dozing under a bush and jumped a little, but relaxed again when he realized it was only Nathan.

"Hey, buddy, I brought you something." Nathan knelt by him and pulled the towel open to reveal the muffin, full of chocolate chips and steaming slightly in the cool air. The outside Pet looked at it in amazement and then pointed at himself with a questioning look.

"That's what I said, right? For you." Nathan handed it to him and the other Pet held the muffin for a moment, wondering at it. "Fresh out of the oven."

The muffin was gone in seconds, despite the heat. The outside Pet opened his mouth to breath out steam and looked like he wanted to laugh.

"Was it good?" The outside Pet nodded. "Great, that's great. Hey- you don't talk, do you?" Nathan asked. It had only just occurred to him.

The outside Pet looked a little embarrassed and shook his head.

"How come?" The response was a gesture and facial expression that told Nathan it was a long story and impossible to relate without words. "Eh, don't worry about it. We're all fucked up."

The outside Pet looked shocked at the language, but also like he wanted to laugh. Then he peered more closely at Nathan. He reached over and ran his rough fingers along Nathan's burned arm with infinite gentleness. He looked up at Nathan with a question on his face and concern in his eyes.

"Master did that," Nathan confirmed. The other Pet scowled. Then he raised an eyebrow in another question. Somehow Nathan found that he was having no trouble understanding. "Yeah, it hurt! I got really sick, too. Teach me to burn chicken, I guess." The outside Pet shook his head and patted Nathan's scar tenderly, as if comforting him.

"Thanks, buddy." Nathan smiled at him but realized that he was reaching the limit of how long he could stand being outside before the fear of getting caught overwhelmed him. "Look, I gotta go but I'll try to come back soon. Sleep well!" The outside Pet smiled and curled back up under the bush.

Every night since the attack, when the strangers had killed his Master and the outside Pet, Nathan had woken from the same nightmare. In it, as in real life, he had heard sounds outside and rushed to the window in time to see them murder the poor outside Pet. Then they had seen him and in the dream, he was stuck to the floor but trying to run as they broke down the door...

Nathan was not running now. He had been inside a box for a couple of hours, stowed for transport, and now he was being spilled onto the floor of some building. The pain in his leg was overwhelming and he could barely think straight, but he knew he had to keep quiet. He had to keep his mouth shut and keep his secret. If he wasn't being used for parts, only his silence now would ensure his continued survival.

Nathan lay on his back, doing his best not to move. It wasn't too difficult at the moment. There were voices, but his head swam so fiercely that he couldn't make out what they were saying. It sounded like they were coming from a long way away. But at least the voice droning on above him was mild and didn't sound angry and the hands that were touching his bruises were gentle and hadn't pressed down too hard.

Until they got to his leg.

That was when Nathan screamed at the top of his lungs, swearing, because he couldn't help it. The hands moved to the other break, above his ankle and he screamed again, sobbing as he cried out.

What seemed to be the examination finished and there were gentle hands on his face, smoothing his hair back. Through the weight of his pain, Nathan found himself answering questions, pouring out information about himself as if that was a safe thing to do. Part of him was talking, giving up his name as if there would be no repercussions. Then his brain caught up with his mouth and he felt sick with pain and fear.

"I'm so sorry. I mean, this Pet is so sorry, Master, Mistress," he mumbled.

There was a silence, and then Mistress's voice saying, hesitantly, "Are you... no offense...But are you actually a Pet?"

"Yes, Mistress." If it had been safe, he would have begged her to believe him.

"Only, I've never heard a Box Boy swear before. We have two other... um... former Pets staying with us now and neither of them ever does."

Something about that sentence broke through Nathan's pain-fogged mind. "Did you say former?"

The next few minutes flew by as Nathan struggled to comprehend everything they were saying and what it all meant for him. He was still trying to wrap his mind around it as they hauled him into the next room and made him as comfortable as they could on the sofa.

It was there, sitting in that strange room and trying desperately to maintain some kind of composure while they arranged his leg and talked at him and made introductions, that Nathan finally saw the Pet.

It was like watching the sun rise, Nathan thought later. When everything is so dark that you feel all alone in the world and then that first ray of light appears over the horizon, shining hopeful and bright across the world, straight to you.

"Buddy?" he asked. "It's- is it really you? You survived?"

And the outside Pet lifted a battered and swollen face to meet his eyes, and nodded, and smiled.

Master List

Notes: I went through a phase where I watched a lot of movies about the Mafia. The reference to "Spider" is from Goodfellas.

I also meant to have this done earlier, but life was what it was, so here we are! Better late than never, and this will be part 2 of a trilogy of prequel stories I did according to the BBU Community Days 2024 prompts.

Tag list: @pigeonwhumps, @cepheusgalaxy, @i-eat-worlds, @honeycollectswhump @taterswhump, @starfields08000 @whumpsday, @fruitypinapple00, @currentlyinthesprial

[kadiwright]

Day 8: Star

[couchtaro]

My OCs as dungeon meshi characters they remind me of

[okapi77]

TMayNT Day 8

Leo and Señor Hueso!!! Hueso is the un-fun uncle that has to reel Leo in, since obviously Splinter ain't doing that.

@tmaynt

[theroguequeenaniki]

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December Day 8: Draw ✏️

🦉🦊 An owl and a fox exchanging gifts for the holidays. 😊

#draw #drawing #owl #fox #happyholidays #pencildrawing #imnotanartist #day8 #december #december2024 #photo #photoaday #photoadaychallenge

[dream-piper]

8/9/10. What a nice sunny day for a hike with my fellow nomads!

Kind of hard to get into this Inktober, but decided. I can mix them for fun results!

[scorpakwal]

Day 8 - Favorite papa corpse paint Papa Emeritus IV BUT THE FIRST ONE.

Sorry, the one that came from the 2020 Mexico show was way cooler than what we got after.