#dons

[starredforlife]

hey y'all! if you have the means, consider donating to my friend's top surgery fund! they got let go from their job earlier this year (insert eye rolling emoji, i'm on desktop tho) and could use the help <3 thank you!

[allthesepurplelights]

✨ Class of 2024 ✨

[damiano-david]

thank you dons.

[painterofhorizons]

post Akuze WIP - egg edition

I swear, I am a serious author.

Things that definitely happened at some point in the post Akuze recovery.

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Miroslaw always went to check in with her post surgery. Technically it wasn’t part of his job, at least not until she was awake enough for physical therapy. But he knew a friendly face could make all the difference and he didn’t mind doing some sick visits just for the sake of it.

Besides, post-anesthesia-Reda could be a quite entertaining person to be around.

The procedure she’d undergone today had been a relatively minor one to fix some ongoing nerve issues in her left arm. She’d been out for barely half an hour, so he’d volunteered to be around when she woke up again instead of doing their regular afternoon PT session. But even with the surgery being a minor one, sedation had done a damn good job.

Reda was trying to tell him something for a couple of minutes by now but wasn’t quite there enough again to catch up with her thoughts.

“What did I do with my what?” he tried to make sense of her slurred words.

Reda frowned at him, having the same intense stare high on drugs as she had completely sober. She had told him five or so times by now – ten maybe, numbers were hard to catch – what exactly did he not understand about his question?

What was he hiding?

“Egg.”

Her right hand aimlessly waved through the air, trying to gesture something.

“Where’s your egg. The-” more hand waving, eagerly directed at him “-man high. Egg. On trips-“

A man high egg on trips.

Miroslaw raised his brows.

“Man high stone egg, going on trips” she repeated, as if he was slow-witted. Her hand sank back onto the blanket, suddenly very, very tired.

She sounded deeply offended.

“You went on trips without me, man.”

She didn’t know where the egg was now. Everything felt heavy. Her foot wiggled itself free from the too warm blanket.

“Where did you go.”

“Where’s the egg.”

“Why did you go without me.”

Whenever Miro thought he could give her an answer – whatever that answer would be – she added another question-disguised-accusation to the list.

“You can’t go on trips with the egg without me. I want to come on the adventures.”

Her hand tried to fix some stubborn wrinkle on the too warm blanket, but coordination was as hard as numbers.

Shit wasn’t fair.

“That’s rude, man.”

She looked up again from her hand, eyes wandering through the anesthetic recovery room, staring at Miro for a moment without really looking at him. The egg wasn’t there. Where had it gone.

Why was she hungry.

Miroslaw slowly nodded, agreeing with her. Sounded pretty rude to him, too. Pretty serious indeed. How dare he.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad by excluding you.”

In the egg adventures.

She took a shaky breath that felt like the dumb egg was sitting right on her chest. Her mouth was dry. Maybe she’d eaten the egg, off-white and all, and couldn’t remember it.

The frown on her face grew deeper.

“I have eaten your egg.”

The realization hit her hard.

“I’m so sorry.”

Miro couldn’t help but snicker. He reached for her arm, comfortingly patting her.

“Don’t worry. The egg is fine.”

“But where did it go.”

He realized he wouldn’t get away without making up some kind of egg adventure that he’d done earlier, without her, if he wanted her to find some peace of mind midst sedation. So where did the man high stone egg and he go…

“You know the trip we took the other day to the snack vending machine down second level in B-hall?”

“With the ice cream?”

“With the ice cream. So the egg wanted-“

“Ice cream.”

Reda nodded, as if that was the only possible answer to the egg riddle.

“Gotcha. Can I have some.”

He reached over to the cup with ice cubes on the drawer. He got her covered, friendly face and ice cubes and egg and all. He was always amazed hearing her talk so much under sedation, when she’d soberly still preferred to sign instead of speaking.

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Inspired by this video and a nightly chat with dearest @kyratittyfish and one of the many What If's that have shaped the post Akuze fic by now.

[sun-supernova-art]

Dreams of no Sleep by Shu Initsu - Gamefound

A High-stakes Fantasy TTRPG of glamour, grit, and sleepless nights.

Crowdfunding is now live!

Check it out if you like ttrpgs with big awesome boss fights and a lot of risk and reward

I helped with some of the art stuff for Dreams of No Sleep and it's so cool that it's finally out there

[gimmethatgg]

Got 9/10 right. I don't know what the fuck happened with Belgium. The staging was underwhelming but not that bad lmao. And Latvia??? Congratulations on breaking your non qualification streak... I think..?

The other one is obviously the genocide poster child, I'm not posting her but, yeah, unfortunately she made it.

For a minute, when I saw Dons announced first I hoped maybe he might have eaten her spot but... Alas...

[halfberry]

My thoughts on Eurovision the day after.

TOO. MANY. STROBE. LIGHTS (I had to look away during some acts)

Israel being there was a disgrace

Israel doing well was a disgrace

Israel having anti-boo technology turned on was a disgrace

The Netherlands being disqualified was ridiculous

I didn't get the Swiss song at all (it was pretty meh imo)

Ireland had the best song and performance without a doubt

Finland was funny shit and my second favourite act

Spain was also funny shit

The UK song was aggressively gay and I kinda liked it

The Latvian song was just Take Me to Church sung by a skinny bald man in plastic battle armour