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#i'm proud of myself!
4nikki21 · 5 months
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2021 vs 2023!!
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How am I doing? It's been 2 years since I decided randomly that I would start drawing. Thank you to everyone who has supported me!
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allthewhumpygoodness · 3 months
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Big fan of when a character's grief/trauma/guilt manifests as physical symptoms. Big fan of characters keeping things so tight inside them that it makes them sick. Big fan of when the line blurs between a character's mental trauma and physical illness until it's hard to tell which is which anymore.
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rainyophelia · 2 months
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There is almost no fanart of Bep and I love her so I made the fanart myself
@gooseworx
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casuallyceltic · 9 months
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I got home around 6:12 a.m. and immediately launched into doing my chores. Fed the cats (so mom could sleep in), took out the trash and recycling from the entire house, cleaned the cat boxes, washed my face, and finally talked to my dad for a while.
And now all I have to do for the rest of the day is sleep.
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achillmango · 11 months
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i want to crown some characters and i imagine that will take a lot of mora. my goal was to get to 50 million mora. i've been grinding and finally did it!
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i wanted a lil over 50M too so that the mora i grinded for didn't disappear as quickly when i started spending again.
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its-a-beautful-day · 4 months
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Sweet Beetle Dreams
Inspired by @pangur-and-grim new grub and @dimespin comment on this post!
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kaybzzart · 8 months
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Harvey, every day probably
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shortfilipin0 · 3 months
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is this canon guys
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flutrberri · 2 months
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[kimdokjakimdokjakimdokja]
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thai-09 · 22 days
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Doodle
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accirax · 2 months
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🌟🍬🤖🎈Congrats to Wonderlands x Showtime for finishing their 4x4!🌟🍬🤖🎈
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lotus-pear · 8 months
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artistic rendition of the new bsd episode
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tarufai · 28 days
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salamispots · 10 months
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some break/warm up drawings
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pedro-pascal · 1 month
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POOR THINGS (2023) dir. Yorgos Lanthimos
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stingslikeabee · 2 years
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FIVE TIMES SMILED FROM THE GOOSE
'five times' drabble prompts . accepting
I.
The first time happened over one of their initial interactions – a simpler dinner together and most certainly a date given the way Melissa sought Ghis out for non-professional matters, and yet the nature of such outings appeared to elude the magistrate. Sometimes, her assignment from Ondore felt like an impossible task, his profile of the judge based on inaccurate information – Ghis was ignorant to her flirting and teasing remarks more often than not, and holding his interest had demanded much more of her brains than of her face.
It was true that it had been her dance (and arguably scandalous performance) that brought them together into the same room once – but it had not been what secured Ghis’ presence around when Melissa sent for him. The more time she spent with the magistrate, the more she learned about just how devoted he was to Archadia, and how little free time he possessed. That he chose to allocate the Bhujerban so much of his precious off-duty hours was the first sign that perhaps, with enough work, she could accomplish what she had set out to do the moment she left the Sky City.
During the course of their shared meal, they had covered a broad range of topics – it had become easier to draw from the knowledge she had built about him to make conversation flow, but Melissa had been always keen on speaking to Jarvis rather than judge Ghis; her interest had never been in the position he held but the man behind the helmet, and slowly there were glimpses here and there of the person he used to be before duty swallowed him.
And one thing she had found about Jarvis (rather than Ghis) was the fact he had been brought up at a very traditional household, with not a lot of encouragement for certain experiments. In fact, it sounded like there had been a streak to do so, only it was repressed – but the desire to step briefly outside the norm felt like a part of the man he once was, before the army and well prior to the promotion to magister.
He was more open-minded than one would initially believe – and the way he appeared to welcome her suggestions in terms of food was rather endearing. Melissa had always joked about the bland taste of the Archadian food to someone so used to heavier spices and exotic combinations – and on that evening, she had introduced the judge to curry, prepared following Bhujerban custom at one of the immigrant-owned restaurants in Archades. It was sweeter than the average imperial suspected, she promised him – and with a curious look, Ghis moved to sample the dish, taking his time to savor it and then offer his approval with a mildly impressed hum, followed by some more portions being transferred to his own plate.
It was impossible to hold back a smile then – it could feel trivial to anyone looking at the pair of them over the course of their dinner, but for Melissa… It was but a small sign of his willingness to open himself to something new and unexpected – two words that possibly described her introduction to his life.
II.
The second time happened while she was away from the magister – he had been deployed to someplace distant and cold, according to his previous communication to the woman. Ghis felt a bit reluctant to depart from the capital (and perhaps from her), but there was only a slight inflection to his tone suggesting as much; his loyalty to the Empire remained unshakable.
Her scheduled season had continued to move forward, regardless of his physical absence from Archades. Another night with filled seats at the local theatre transformed to house her form of spectacle, ended to standing ovation and enthusiastic cheer from the audience. Despite the fact that many had labeled her act as somewhat scandalous and even improper for minors, the ripples of her craft continued to extend and expand over the curious and gossip-prone elite of Archades, bringing wave after wave of guests to her audience.
Melissa had just walked backstage after the curtains had closed when she was approached by one of the local employees. It was a young boy, from a middle-class family who had started working there no more than a year ago and with a keen eye for aesthetics – they chatted sometimes, and the Bhujerban knew he wished to be a painter (something Melissa encouraged him to do). Perhaps because he hailed from no noble family, conversation was more informal and agreeable with him than with the manager of the location.
He had a bouquet in his arms, as well as a look of wonder in his eyes as he handed her the delicate flowers. They were lilies – galbana lilies, to be precise. The boy mentioned they had been delivered for her just a while ago, and that the sender had included a card, which he dutifully indicated to be nestled among the white petals. Thanking the man for his help, Melissa moved with her gift into her dressing room, placing them over her vanity to pick the card first – it bore no signature on the outside so the identity of the mysterious admirer remained a secret.
But upon opening the note and breaking the seal, she understood it all – it had been handwritten by the magister himself, likely dropped at the shop which was responsible for the delivery on the specified date. The note confirmed that while he was very much away and engaged with imperial matters, he nonetheless wished to be present to see her on stage once more. The flowers were a poor substitute for the praise he would have liked to offer, but he hoped she would find some pleasure with their perfume for her new home.
The judge had signed the note with just his first name, and one final remark that his choice of blooms had not been random: it had been more often than not the type of flower she wore in her hair, and Ghis thought it was a quite lovely pairing for the Bhujerban. That final detail – his keen observation of her preferences – earned the magister a smile the blossomed on her face just like the beautiful lilies on the table nearby.
III.
The third time happened during the early hours of morning, just a few minutes after the sun had risen on the horizon and breaking a new day. Ghis had plenty of work for the day ahead of him, as per the norm – tensions grew everywhere in Ivalice, and his presence was even rarer at the capital. At this point, perhaps the magistrate lived at the skies more frequently than Melissa – the irony was not lost on the Bhujerban.
And yet – the scenery outside that presented itself to Ghis was not the one he ordinarily had from his bed, in his own chambers; it was the view of the Tsenoble district that Melissa’s own apartment had, her home now often housing the judge magister for the night when he was free from the clutches of Solidor royalty and Senate alike. For safety purposes, usually the judge welcomed the Bhuerban at his home when he was in Archades; but when arriving earlier than expected or just too late to send word to Melissa, he tended to go to her place instead.
Their relationship had been public for quite some time now – the dancer’s neighbors had grown used to the somewhat regular sight of his armor entering and leaving the threshold to her home, but the locals knew better than making any commentary that could reflect poorly on either of them. The fear of upsetting a magister was a normal one for many of the Archadians – and speaking about Melissa with anything less than kind words had become a sour subject for Ghis. He was as keen to protect her reputation as he had been to ensure her physical safety, and the woman had been met with nothing but politeness and smiles from the men and women residing next door.
Ghis moved to get out of the bed and dress himself for the day at the palace – and yet Melissa’s arm kept him in place, as expected. The woman inevitably tried to convince him to stay a few minutes more – her seemingly innocent ‘five more minutes’ could very well turn into an entire hour if the judge did not police himself under the effects of her sweet voice and disheveled morning hair. With a chuckle, the man allowed himself to be kept prisoner of her hold, one of his own hands going to her and moving some of the dark tresses away from her face, looking at the dancer for a moment.
Usually, Ghis would offer her a kiss or murmur something about how she would one day be called to the palace to offer her excuses to Vayne Solidor himself for being the sole cause to a late judge magister (although it happened very infrequently). But on that morning, he did neither of these things – the judge traced her visage and then gently raised her chin to ensure Melissa was looking at him before proposing to her to just move into his house on a permanent basis.
The dancer had been stunned – the suddenness of his offer prompted the Bhujerban to shift on the mattress, rubbing her eyes and looking at the judge with a degree of bewilderment – had she heard his words right? His invitation was not something she would ever take lightly, and yet the amused expression on Ghis’ face pointed more towards his feelings in reaction to her dramatic response to his question than a joke on his part. He was far too serious of a man to jest about a milestone in any relationship.
At the realization he meant it all, Melissa found herself smiling – it started small and it progressively grew like a candle bringing light into a previously dark room, and it was immediately followed by the way she moved to be on top of him, claiming a spot over his hips and kissing the judge on the mouth slowly, her hands keeping the man below her in place as she gave Ghis a non-verbal answer to his earlier proposition.
On that particular day, he did end up being late to the first meeting convened by his fellow magisters – and yet no one queried him about the reason once a small smile was disclosed upon the removal of his helmet.
IV.
The fourth time was under less than desirable conditions – the oppressing white of the walls of the imperial hospital felt suffocating to Melissa; it was a clean, orderly and impersonal space, the opposite of any room she had any hand in decorating, and the Bhujerban could not wait for the authorization to leave that place.
And yet – she remained there, day after day, as if she had been chained to the chair she had claimed a week before. The dancer had suspended her entire season while looking after Ghis, his condition so critical after the incident that had wiped out nearly his entire fleet and took down his prized flagship. A miracle for him to have survived, the healers said – but their work could do so much for his mind; the magistrate needed to wake up by himself.
Melissa had once dreamed of seeing the man on the bed by her side dead – and now, all her thoughts and prayers were for his swift recovery. The notion of losing him caused her unimaginable pain and distress, Ondore be damned; she would do everything she could to bring him back to the land of the living, even if it meant just being there for him. The dancer talked to Ghis daily – shared anecdotes of her earlier years, updated him on the things he missed while away, confessed her feelings for him time and time again, despite the uncertainty as to whether he could hear her voice or not.
It had been precisely a week when he regained consciousness – the sudden move of his hand caught her eye, and before long she was standing at his side, clasping his fingers with hers and looking at Ghis with an impossible soft, relieved gaze. There were tears threatening to fall from her eyes, but she held them back – instead, the Bhujerban moved forward to press a kiss to his forehead as she had done many times while he slept, a prayer in her mother tongue whispered against his skin.
As she pulled away, his other hand came to lay on top of hers – he squeezed her gently, not yet recovered from the heavy blow suffered in the skies – but Ghis’ face told her everything. As he parted his lips to speak, Melissa immediately adjusted her position so he could communicate through whispers – but he didn’t need to say a lot: a few words and her name, declaring her the only reason he had fought so hard to come home.
He loved her – he hadn’t been ready to let her go.
At that, the tears did fall – but they were tempered with a smile that was quick to emerge with his loving declaration, releasing his hands if only because she needed to cup the judge’s face delicately, enough to press a kiss to his lips and murmur the same assurances back. Melissa had not been prepared to give up on him either.
Whatever had been Ondore’s goals to send her over – they had been buried now. Her heart was his, and she would sooner deprive herself of anything (even her life) than take his away.
V.
The fifth time happened at their home away from Archades – they had been living less than a year closer to the sea and with fresher air, something that undoubtedly was doing wonders for the health and energy levels that their son displayed. It was impossible to keep up with him – the now retired judge often blamed his wife’s genes (albeit fondly); his had been a paced existence until the Bhujerban came into his life to upheave everything he believed in like a hurricane.
Lilian (and no longer Melissa) often countered such claims from Jarvis with a mischievous grin and the tales that the former magistrate’s father had mentioned while under the influence of madhu. It would seem that both of them had a certain rebellious and lively streak in their blood – it was hardly surprising that the combination had created a child like theirs.
Adrian had recently been begging his parents for a dog – he really wanted to have one, and both Lilian and Jarvis felt like he lacked the necessary responsibility to adequately feed and care for the pet, being too young to do so. And yet – despite the ostensive lack of permission from both of his guardians, they had discovered a small dog hidden in a corner of his wardrobe while he was at school one day – the barking sound in a house devoid of any animals was a dead giveaway.
They both searched the home for the poor animal – and upon locating him, Jarvis let out an exasperated complaint about the stubbornness of their son, the final expletive being the very Bhujerban ‘murkha’. That got Lilian to turn around while her husband scooped the puppy from his improvised bed made out of old fabric and cardboard, a hand on her waist while she regarded the former judge with clear enjoyment in her eyes.
At her question as to when had Jarvis started to take lessons on any foreign languages, he looked confused for a while – and only then seemed to realize what he had just said, a soft laugh leaving his lips with a fond shake of his head. While somehow cradling the puppy without hurting it, he came closer to Lilian to press a kiss to her face, the gesture affectionate and sweet – two things most people had refused to associate to judge magister Ghis long ago.
His confession came in an amused tone – the teacher was no one other than Adrian himself; the boy had been brought up to be fluent in the two languages, and now was secretly helping his father learn the basics as a surprise for Lilian. After all, the former judge said, he had chosen to spend whatever years he had left with a Bhujerban – he might as well take the time to finally learn how to communicate in her mother tongue when she had always done so for him.
Such revelation managed to erase all signs of emotion from Lilian’s face for a second – but only because she had never thought that Jarvis would one day go to such lengths for her. And yet – she was so touched by his gesture and by the shared endeavor with their son that it all soon materialized in a bright, dazzling smile for her husband. She kissed him lovingly, the Bhujerban’s press of lips a bit more forward and heated than the one she had received a moment prior, but the small bark from the dog broke the pair apart with a short laugh.
Well – maybe Adrian deserved to have a dog, after all. It would be hard to say no to him after the role he had in such a lovely surprise, and Jarvis knew he had been outvoted the minute his wife regarded her with that pleading look in her eyes. Sighing, he placed the dog back on the floor, amused at how the animal seemed to crave his embrace again and whined to be picked up by the ex-judge.
One more shared look followed – against all odds, Adrian Nishant Ghis had done the impossible; he had somehow convinced both of his stubborn parents into granting his wish. Ivalice should be careful – someone combining the best of Lilian and Jarvis would certainly mean trouble for whoever dared to stand in his way.
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