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[false-wendigo]

i'm late but anyway

Day 08 - Church

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[babygirl-diaz]

Samtember Day 08: Figaro | Sick Day

((I chose "Figaro" for Day 8 of @samsseptember))

Story: Sam moves from Delacroix to Harlem and after a fight with a bad guy, he adopts his kitten and names him Figaro. Together the two of them go on many adventures.

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[weilaverdui]

Angstober Day 08: Dark Days

Fall of the nation without gods.

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[221beloved]

Dark Days

Sherlock was sitting in his chair when he heard the door downstairs. Just seconds later, there was the excited jabbering of little Watson and Mrs Hudson's fussing. He rose from the chair and went into the kitchen to fill the kettle, while trying to catch some bits of the conversation, trying to determine whether it was a good or a bad day.

John was doing better, definitely. Most of the days he was doing fine. He was a good doctor with patience and commitment, he was a loving father, always caring for Rosie, and he was a good friend, visiting Sherlock and Mrs Hudson to spend some time with them, drinking tea, exchanging news and gossip. He wasn't giving his daughter from one hand to another, wasn't spending his time home alone. He was living again, or at least on his way to do so.

But sometimes, there were dark days... Some days, he would give Rosie to Mrs Hudson and stomp up the stairs, his expression tense and closed. If Sherlock had already prepared tea, he would demand a cup harshly, when there wasn't a pot waiting, he would loose himself in the process of making some, but he would clatter and clinker as much and as loud as possible. Then he would slump in his chair and remain silent. The first times, Sherlock had tried to talk to him, to make some conversation, but that had not been a very good idea. They weren't good days. On these days, John suffered from old memories, painful memories. He would think about all the times he suffered because of Sherlock. He would remember the dark and lonely hours, the anger and fury that came with them. And he would think of Sherlock, who caused all this. On these days, he would blame all the things that went wrong on him, he would blame Sherlock for all the misery in the world. And this was okay, it was fine, it really was. He had his right to blame Sherlock. But it wasn't making it any better for John. And it was painful for both of them. So Sherlock would simply sit down, on the sofa or in his chair across from John, and wait. Wait, whether John would say something or remain silent. He would simply wait, until these dark days pass by.

Sherlock poured the tea and took out milk and sugar, pricking up his ears to hear something from downstairs. He heard Mrs Hudson giggle. Either Rosie had done something delightful, she was doing it all the time, or John had –... He could hear John joining in, his light echoing winding up the stairs. John had made a joke. It was a good day. Sherlock smiled and placed some biscuits on the tray. John was having a good day.

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[sophia-codes]

100 days of code - day 8

Hi! Today I finished the chapter 6 of the rust book.

This chapter talks about "enums" and pattern matching. Enum is another way rust allow us to define a new type.

Enums in Rust are a bit different from enums in C, in C you can only store integer values, while in Rust you can use basically any type you want, and also you can implement methods in enums, like in structs.

Also learned about the match operator, which is like a switch case. You have a value to compare and some options, the one that matches the value will execute.

An interesting thing is that match forces you to cover all matching possibilities or, it won't compile.

Match and enums are often used together.

Here I define this enum "Instruments" that has the four variants, Piano, Guitar, Drums, Violin.

Now I can use this for pattern matching, like so:

enums in rust are quite powerful, I like it. Also, I think this kind of pattern match is so clean and concise.

Where's the NULL ??

Wow, Rust doesn't have a NULL value, this shocked me 😯, instead of a NULL value it has an enum called Option, that can hold some data, or a None value, then you can use a pattern matching like above to deal with the "None" case. I don't know if I understood correctly about the Option type, so I'll read more about and try to use in practice.

I don't know if I get wrong, but rust is safe, not just because "rust is safe", but because rust literally forces you to write safe code and to avoid errors. idk.

Also, I did a leetcode today, I couldn't solve it alone, so I got a hint, and then solved it.

That's it :)

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[darkwingsnark]

Duckvember: Brave Duck

Gizmoduck post-canon that is exclusive to @darkwing-beyond. The more things change the more they stay the same...

#ducktales #darkwing beyond #gizmoduck #fenton crackshell #duckvember #day 08 #snark art #And a big thank you to Mica for helping me with the perspective #much appreciated

[areyouokaypanda]

@angstober Day 8: Dark Days

#angstober2023 #ocs #day 08 #my art

[annaofthenorthernlights]

Wrapped in the mood

@flufftober @slumberpartybingo (Halloween/Fall Flash Bingo)

Fandom: Frozen Pairing: Kristanna Rating: T Words: 969

covering follwoing prompts:

flufftober 2023 day 08 “rainy day”

Fall-Flash Bingo „Autumn aesthetics: Thick knit scarves wrapped around your neck”

Halloween Flash Bingo “Frightening films: [Rec]"

The rain has been pouring down for days, clearly autumn weather, and it is pelting them with full force. Kristoff is glad that it's Friday evening and the weekend is beckoning to relax and put his feet up. After a hectic week, there is nothing better than spending some quality time indoors with his fiancée, spending an afternoon without getting soaked.

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[feltpool]

SW calendar Day 08

#lego advent calendar 2023 #star wars #day 08 #behind the door: B-1 battle droid

[wardenred]

Flufftober 8: Rainy Day

A flashback for Champagne Problems. Miq and Elair way before the break-up. Considering what's currently going on in the draft, I should maybe write more flashbacks for them as therapy.

“I’ve decided,” Miqualis announces as he shoulders his way into the room with a soggy cardboard box pressed to his chest, “that if the weather absolutely insists on keeping us hauled up here, we might as well—”

“Get wasted?” Elair quips, coming up to take a peek at the box’s contents. There are a few bottles too many for two people, which makes him suspect that Miq is planning on having friends over. It irks him a little—the fact itself, and how he’s not been consulted on it. He shoves down the feeling.

It’s the end of a long, busy week, and the rainstorm couldn’t have come at a worse time, really. Of course, it’s not like anyone here is physically incapable of going out in spite of all the water hauling down from the skies. There are spells for everything. Protective energy bubbles, better than any umbrella. Except there’s little fun in roaming around the gray, slippery streets even if you stay dry. So the number of students itching with unspent energy in the Academy’s dormitories is on the uptick.

More so, admittedly, in Elair’s dorm where people generally have less coin to throw at their ennui. That’s precisely the reason why Elair is huddled here with Miq. That, and not his recently discovered addiction to his boyfriend’s presence. There is, in fact, no such addiction. Not really. He’s perfectly emotionally independent.

Miq grins, and Elair’s insides melt. “I was going to say, might as well have fun while we’re at it, but yeah.” He sets the box down in the middle of the fluffy white carpet and kicks the door close with the heel of his boot, then draws Elair close. “And I ordered extra, so if anyone decides to come bother us, we can pay them off with a bottle or two of Dom Korund’s finest.”

Oh.

“Won’t you be bored with me as your only company?” Elair asks. His fingers settle comfortably at the nape of Miq’s neck, playing with that one ginger strand that always ends up longer than the rest, even when he’s fresh off a haircut.

Miqualis bends down to steal a regrettably short kiss.

"On the contrary. I think we're in for the best week-end ever."

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[sylvanfreckles]

Day Eight: Grief

She shifted around a little, pulling him away enough to look him in the eye. “Nothing you’re feeling is wrong. You’ve had so many changes in a short period of time, on top of a very traumatic experience. You’re still processing that.”

#comfortember #comfortember 2023 #day 08 #grief #miraculous ladybug #fic #adrien agreste #sabine cheng #nino'n'marinette'n'alya

[blessyourhondahurley]

Draconids

Reminiscing on Baby's hood under a night sky.

Suptober prompt: Sober Flufftober prompt: Shooting Stars Fictober prompt: "Do you remember?" Inktober prompt: Match

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Dean nudges Cas. “Do you remember the first time we did this?” he asks. He keeps his voice to a whisper, reluctant to break the peace of the moment despite the fact that they're the only people around for miles.

The moonlight is bright enough for him to see Cas's answering smile. “I do. Things were different then.”

Different is an understatement.

It's been over a decade since Dean first parked his car in the middle of a field and did a little stargazing with an angel. Back then, he'd brought beer, unwilling to risk even a slight dip in the buzz he'd been maintaining for weeks. Despite the booze, he'd been jittery, strung out on the unique flavor of terror that accompanies the sure knowledge that the fate of the entire world sits on your shoulders.

Halfway between one shitty motel and the next along the route of whatever apocalyptic threat they'd been tracking that week, Dean had veered off the road on a whim. He was due for a break, he'd decided. (Actually, he'd decided he was due for a damn tropical vacation, but that wouldn't happen for many years yet.) He'd let Baby roll to a stop in the center of some poor farmer's crop of soybeans, killed her engine, grabbed his six pack, and climbed out onto the hood. Once seated, he'd prayed.

In a heartbeat, Cas had appeared next to him. Attuned, as he always was, to Dean's moods, he'd stayed silent, and the two of them had lain back side by side to look for shooting stars and just breathe. The pair had stayed there all night, wordless, timeless, grateful for the pause, and for the company.

That night, Dean had ached to wrap his arms around Cas's shoulders, to take his hand, to touch his skin, to kiss his mouth. He'd done none of it, of course. Too scared, too repressed, too certain that there was no way an angel would want any of that with him.

Now, here, with a half dozen more apocalypses and a few of their own deaths behind them, much has changed.

Dean's sober, for one thing. Retired, rested, and with the hope of an actual future ahead of him, he's all the way off the sauce and feeling calm, healthy, and clear in a way he's never experienced before.

For another thing, his angel's not an angel any more. Mostly graceless, essentially human, Cas has been enjoying his own kind of retirement, full of warm sweaters, new flavors, found family, and love.

And that's the most important thing that's changed since that first impromptu hangout under the stars: the love. While those feelings were always present between them, unspoken, now they are fully spoken, fully reciprocated, fully tangible.

They're not a match made in heaven. They're something better: a match made right here on earth, a profound connection painstakingly crafted with the mortal hands and the beating hearts of two imperfect men.

Now, Dean snuggles up against his husband. They look up at the sky together, watch low clouds roll in from the west and obscure any hope of seeing tonight's meteor shower, and sigh in perfect mutual contentment.

#suptober22 #flufftober2022 #fictober22 #destiel #supernatural #day 08

[hoffelstar]

Angstober 2023 - Day 08

Prompt: "Dark Days" - (77 words) Character: Kageyama Tobio - Haikyuu!! Ship(s): None Tags: Canon Universe Warnings: None

You're On Your Own, Kid - Taylor Swift

The King, they said. The Dictator, they said.

What was he doing wrong? Why didn’t they see that all he wanted was to help the team? To help them win? He just wanted-

If his grandpa were still here, he would tell him what to do. How to fix this.

King. King. King. King. King. King.

Won’t the voices fucking stop?

Kageyama Tobio, king of the court. The dictator.

Grandpa, what should he do?

I need you.

#angstober 2023 #day 08 #microfic #kageyama tobio #haikyuu!!

[hummingbird-of-light]

June of Doom Day 8

8. “Breathe, damn you!”  

| Shock | Amputation | Infection |

TW: deadly virus, major character being sick, enslavement, swearing

A/N: Alternate Universe - Fantasy

~

"Breathe, damn you!"

Montgomery Scott let his head roll to the side to see Dr. McCoy slamming his fist onto an ensign’s chest. The poor lad was probably dead already. Like so many others.

There weren't too many of them left in sickbay. Most of the infected had died or were on the brink of doing so. Scotty was the strongest one left.

Still, he couldn't deny that his body was growing weaker every day. It was getting harder to breathe and most of the dragon pox had spread across his skin.

There was no known way to cure the sickness that had spread down in the airship's engine room. Nobody knew where it had come from. But Scott knew that the ship he called his own, would die in battle, if all their engineers were gone.

They had to send the king a message. Scotty had told Captain Kirk days ago. But the young man didn't believe in no-win-scenarios. His dad had fought and died in the battle against the sky pirates. And so would he.

The Scotsman watched as the doctor dropped his arm to the side, hopeless and disappointed. He had just lost yet another patient.

"Dinnae... blame yerself, doctor. It's... not yer fault."

Scott had trouble breathing, coughing heavily, yet still he croaked out the comforting words. At least he hoped that they could comfort the doctor in some way.

McCoy turned around to look at him, the familar cloth wrapped around his nose and mouth to protect him from getting infected himself. Scotty could see the sadness in his eyes.

"Stop talking, Mr. Scott. Save your strength," the grumpy doctor retorted and Scotty couldn't help a weak smile forming on his lips.

"I'll die... anyway, won't I? Would rather... talk to ye... than sleep until my time's... up."

McCoy sighed heavily, but just when he was about to say something, the door opened, revealing the captain and an unfamiliar man.

Scott eyed the stranger from head to toe. Black hair, pale skin, a dark long coat. There was a strange smile on his face. It was the most obvious thing about the man - he wasn't wearing a cloth to cover his face.

"Jim! Who is this? Do you wanna kill him?!" McCoy scolded the captain, who was also his best friend.

"Oh, don't worry about me, doctor. I'm perfectly fine," the stranger cut McCoy off with his deep voice. However, his eyes were fixed on Scott.

The Scotsman shifted under the cool blue eyes. Who was this lad?

"Perfectly fine, my ass! You'll get infected!"

This time it was Kirk who tried to soothe his friend.

"Bones, it's fine. This man... is a magician of the augmenta clan."

At hearing that, McCoy's eyes widened.

And Scott knew the reason why. The augmenta clan was famous for its dark magic. Most people didn't come too close to them.

"Then this man should leave my sickbay even faster!"

Kirk just shook his head. Even from where Scotty lay, he could see the deep lines of worry on the captain's forehead. He was desperate - very desperate!

"Khan... is here to help us. He will save our crew."

Scott's eyes fell back onto the magician who had stopped in front of his bed, moving his head from side to side.

"Montgomery, isn't it?"

Involuntarily, the Scotsman's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Yet still, he gave him a nod.

"Aye. That... would be... me."

Khan smiled at him and nodded, before he glanced at Kirk.

"Our deal is on, Captain?"

The blond man swallowed hard, looking from one man to another. His eyes wandered over the several patients, dying painfully and slowly. He nodded.

"Yes, Khan. Just... save my crew's lives."

Dr. McCoy regared the magician suspiciously as this one closed his eyes and spread his arms widely, starting to murmur some kind of spell.

A strange tingling filled Scott's body. At first, it hurt, burning like fire, but slowly the pain decreased and it felt like he was flying. In disbelief, the engineer stared at his arms and hands. The dragon pox... they were fading!

It didn't take too long and he was able to sit up. So was everyone else around him. All the patients... were really healed!

Khan stopped his talking and opened his eyes to look around. There was a satisfied look on his face.

"There you go, Captain. Your crew is fine."

The magician walked over to Kirk and with a small bow, came to a halt in front of him.

"I would like for my doctor to check on everyone, if that is alright with you?"

Khan nodded politely.

"Of course. Go on."

Scotty sat upright in bed, waiting for McCoy to check on him. He couldn't take his eyes off of Khan though. Something told him that the dark magician was planning something. And he didn't like it.

When the doctor had examined all of his patients, he eventually gave Kirk a nod.

"They are all fine, Jim."

The captain sighed in relief and nodded.

"Good. Thank you, Bones."

They all fell silent for a moment, before Khan spoke up again.

"Well then, I would like to have my payment, Captain."

Kirk stared at the magician, before his eyes fell onto Scott.

"Scotty... could you... come over here?"

The engineer blinked a few times, before he got up. With every step he took, his legs were getting more heavy. He just wanted to stop and go back to his bed.

"Captain?"

There were tears in Kirk's eyes as he placed a hand on the Scotsman's shoulder and squeezed it tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Scotty. But... I had to do it."

Realizing what the man was talking about, Scott's eyes widened in shock.

"Jim... Don't tell me..."

A cold shackle on his wrist, told the engineer the truth. He looked at Khan who was now standing beside him. The smile on the magician's face was back, wider than ever before.

"Welcome to the ranks of my properties, Montgomery."

Scotty's heart dropped to his stomach and he shook his head in disbelief.

"Tell me that's not true, Jim."

A glance over his shoulder, told Scott that McCoy was thinking the same.

"I'm so sorry. I... I had to save our crew."

Jim's voice was desperate and Scotty knew that the man hadn't seen any other option. Still... he had sold him! That... was just crazy!

"You bastard!"

McCoy gritted his teeth, hands clenched to fists. Scotty knew that he'd attack Kirk any moment now. And Khan seemed to know it, too. He took a step back, pulling Scotty with him.

"Well then... it was nice to do business with you."

Darkness started to surround them and only a moment later, Scott and Khan vanished into thin air.

(To be continued)

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[sofya-fanfics]

Shooting Stars

My Flufftober 2022 contribution for the prompt : Shooting Stars.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Senku climbed into the observatory. It was late at night, the whole Ishigami Village was sound asleep, but he could not fall asleep. He thought that maybe gazing at the stars would help him to sleep. When he opened the door, he discovered that he was not the only one who had this idea. Kohaku stood with her back to him and she was absorbed in what she saw through the telescope.

Disclaimer : Dr. Stone belongs to Riichiro Inagaki and Boichi.

@flufftober​​

AO3 / FF.NET

Senku climbed into the observatory. It was late at night, the whole Ishigami Village was sound asleep, but he could not fall asleep. He thought that maybe gazing at the stars would help him to sleep. When he opened the door, he discovered that he was not the only one who had this idea. Kohaku stood with her back to him and she was absorbed in what she saw through the telescope.

“Kohaku,” Senku said to draw her attention.

She looked at him. A huge smile lit up her face.

“Senku, come and see. It's so beautiful.”

She beckoned to him to come nearer. He stood next to her as she gazed at the stars once again.

“I had never paid attention to the stars,” she said. “It has always been there, like the clouds and the moon. But with the telescope, I feel like I can touch them.”

She raised her arm, as if she was trying to grab one, it made Senku smiled.

“It's the magic of the telescope.”

Kohaku looked up from the telescope and stared at him.

“You told me once that the stars have names. Can you tell me what its name is ?”

She pointed to a star and her eyes shone with impatience as she waited for Senku's explanations.

“It's the North Star, Polaris. The brightest star in the constellation Ursa Minor.”

He looked through the telescope and adjusted it. He gave up his place to Kohaku.

“Here is the planet Venus. It’s named after the Roman goddess of love and beauty. It is sometimes called Earth's "sister" or "twin" planet.”

“We can also see the planets !”

Kohaku was amazed. For Senku, it was something ordinary to gaze at the stars. He had been doing it since he was a child. He knew their name, their position. He remembered that when he was barely nine years old, he had drawn a map of the sky.

He liked to talk about science with Chrome and Kaseki. He liked to deepen the knowledge of Gen. But this time it was different. Seeing Kohaku so enthusiastic with the aim to learn more made him happy.

“What is that ?” Kohaku asked.

Senku looked at the sky.

“It is a shooting star. It is the visible passage of a glowing meteoroid through Earth's atmosphere. In the modern world, they say you have to make a wish when you see a shooting star.”

“Does your wish really come true ?”

“It's what we say. There’s no harm in trying.”

Perplexed at first, Kohaku nodded and said :

“I wish…”

“For your wish to come true, you must not tell anyone.”

“You have weird customs in the modern world,” Kohaku said amused.

Senku could not help smiling. He did not believe in this custom. But for a few seconds, he could believe in it. Especially if it meant sharing that custom with Kohaku. She closed her eyes and thought. After a few seconds, she said :

“I made my wish. Can you tell me about this star ?”

Senku looked through the telescope and he told her everything he knew. Kohaku thought back to the wish she had made and smiled. She wanted to continue looking at the stars with Senku and for this moment to last as long as possible.

The end

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[dreambunnyangel]

Inktober day 08, Polnareff - Vampire

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