#it's gonna take a while

[superbpastanickelzonk]

Alright, guess I know what I'm gonna do today :)

days since last leak: 30

[olrinarts]

chimes of bone, chapter 3: Stasis and Static

In the midst of accustoming himself to the Pastures, Narinder begins to see how narrow his focus has been, and moves a little closer to finding a path out of the mess he's found himself in. He'll just have to handle everything potentially blowing up, first. (13k)

Missed the first 2 chapters? Understandable, as I couldn't post the links to them! You can catch up right here <3

[missazurerose]

WIP Whenever

tagged by @amalthea-felsblood <3

I don't have as much in progress right now. I'm still not sure I'm going to finish my flower shop AU. But that's not what I'm posting this week. It's in a very early stage but I'm working on what happens when post-Ultima Thule, the other Scions find out Riona's been married effectively since waking up after Ghimlyt Dark. It's also assuming a longer recovery period post one on one with Zenos. I know the game can't linger on the WoL being out of commission for any period of time but that's what fanfics are for. The angst of it all.

Alphinaud joined his sister in trying to hold her off. “Riona please…you cannot aether travel right now…and a boat or airship would be too hard on you.” 

“I don’t care! At least if I die, I want to die on the way home, not stuck in this poor excuse for a sanctuary.” Riona scowled and tried to straighten up before intending to head to the door again.

Being the only one close to comparable in strength, Estinien came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, restraining her carefully but firmly. “Stop this. You can go back to the city when your wounds have healed more. But you are bleeding through all your bandages, you stubborn fool. How do you propose to travel when you cannot stand?” 

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Aymeric stood and smiled at the sight of his old friend, relieved to see him in person after the events of the Final Days. “Estinien! It is good to see…” His smile faded as Estinien got closer and Aymeric saw how grim he looked. For someone who had a hand in saving the entire star, he looked as though the end was still coming. “What has happened?”

“You are needed in Sharlayan. Now.” 

What would require his presence in…? His blood ran cold. “Riona…is she…?”

“The sooner we leave, the better.”

“Lord Artoirel…would you…”

“Go. I will take care of everything here.” Artoirel felt his jaw clench as he struggled to hold himself together. After everything she had done for Ishgard, for the star, they could not lose her now. "Bring her home."

[birdietrait]

maaayyybe i should just restart my mods folder. i have never fully restarted it before....

[troblsomtwins829]

Heard a song, got an idea. More to come.

[hauntedppgpaints]

im. slowly working my way through my poetry posts and adding alt text to the pics!

[modern-inheritance]

"Why the hell would I be there?" –Brom, a supportive father figure

Arya squinted up at the leaves above. Dappled sunlight filtered through, dancing with the gentle breeze that rustled the branches. The air held a late spring chill but the sun was warm. Like life and fresh water and perfect afternoons after long battles, laying out on the grass as the sun’s rays seeped into her bones. 

Her ribs hurt. Her back throbbed, protesting what had to be the cell floor being pressed against it. She didn’t want to roll over, break the illusion just yet. A bluejay flitted through the twigs above. That was a nice touch. Seems the hallucinations were getting more and more real as time went on. 

They usually weren’t this good. Maybe Durza was lulling her into a false sense of security. Well, she already knew it wasn’t real. So what was the harm in laying there for a little while longer? Basking in the sunlight dripping through the leaves, warm, at peace. Just a few minutes.

Boots on sand. Urgh. He always knew when she was half awake like this. Loved to grab her by the hair and rip her out of the dreamy haze. Just wait for it. Ignore him till he can’t be ignored.

The footsteps stopped next to her shoulder and a familiar face entered her field of view. Peering down. One eyebrow raised, the other lowered in a confused frown. Pipe clenched at the side of his lips. 

“Hey.” He pulled the pipe from his mouth. Frowned even deeper. Arya blinked up at him. Why the hell was Brom of all people in her hallucination? Something nudged her arm. Fairly hard. Felt like rough and well worn boot leather. “Are you actually awake, girl?”

Arya stared. Awake? Wh–

Oh. 

Oh shit.

The elf blinked again. Forced herself to speak, raspy and throat dry. “I’m…not hallucinating, am I?”

Brom stuck the pipe back in his mouth. “You really think Durza would put my ugly mug in your hallucinations?”

This had to be a trick. The whole escape had to be a trick. This couldn’t be happening, it was too good, it was surreal, it was…well, not easy, but shit was it actually him? Was she out? 

Wary, Arya lifted two fingers and drew a line from her forehead out into the air a few inches and followed the drawn path back. Waited for Brom to respond correctly.

The only sign that he was grinning was the wobble of the pipe. He pressed two fingertips between his brows before turning them outward at the same distance she had extended hers.

The brush against her barriers was familiar. She lowered her defenses, tentatively touched the mind presented. He smelled of pipesmoke even here, the warmth of a raging inferno that had raged itself to glowing cinders. Slate-blue-grey, an electric undercurrent of lightning bolt cyan. Warrior, assassin, gardener, egg thief, Dragon Rider, mentour, Brom.

Laughing would hurt like hell. So she settled for the grin splitting her face ear to ear. “I’m not hallucinating.” 

Brom had no reservations. He chuckled and shook his head, his smile not quite as broad but still genuine. “You’re not hallucinating.”

Arya tried to get up. Pain bolted from her ribs, jolted down her spine. She huffed and held her hands up to her mentor, made a grabbing motion with an almost sheepish grin and a tight wheeze as her side muscles stretched. “Help me up, you old bastard.” If this wasn’t a figment of her fever-addled imagination then this was no time to lounge around in the sunlight.

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Arya waking up to travel with Eragon and Co has been something that I've tried and failed to write probably at least 2-3 times a year since MIC started. It never came off right. Eragon, Murtagh and Saphira being awake made it complicated. They were all so awkward with Arya that I finally settled on just Brom being awake during a watch, but still had difficulties figuring out how it would go down.

Finally this afternoon I came up with this. Had to write it up real quick. Whatever happens after this is a mystery still but just waking up the elf and Brom acknowledging her and proving to her that he's real, she's out of Gil'ead and she's (relatively, considering the whole mad dash away from the Empire while being hunted down like so many pesky rabbits) safe, that's a big step for me to actually get down in a way that I like it.

Also, if I ever figure out how to draw properly, I'll make some 'flashcards' for the Riders Signs that I've introduced. The Gil'ead escape story should have quite a few, including the two seen here.

[rastronomicals]

10:59 AM EDT May 14, 2024:

Morticians - "It's Gonna Take A While" From the Compilation album   Teenage Shutdown Vol. 2: You Treated Me Bad (October 6, 1998)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

From the semi-notorious series of compilations chronicling 60's garage.

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[malesexualizer]

I'm making a playlist of various 3ds games and sounds from stuff I played :] <3

[thefaultinourchickennuggets]

ohhohhooo my computer came today, and she's all set up!!! just waiting for my games to download lmao

[fudanshiluigi]

i'm back home now and it still hasn't set in yet that i no longer have boobs

[rithiathemoth]

It's on the way... Production is a touch slow, but soon enough, the good ending comic will be here...

[edgepunk]

also anon I got your ask it's in my drafts atm

[jotawaifu]

day two: finished the watercolor pencil base + water painted

[wishfulsketching]

His ass is not listening

[burirammin]

still sick but well enough to be back on my bullshit (drawing marc) again✌️