#jateshi

[earlfeytea]

Before I disappeared for a little bit, earlier in Jan, I had the pleasure to draw this handsome man, Lucien Gravespast for @jateshi ~ 

I'm very happy with how he came out~ We love a bearded man <3

[thebibliosphere]

I don't see how your follower count can plummet when you're one of the most open, advocating people I've run across who care. Someone who has chronic anything or not can learn a lot about persistence and about how brilliant recovery can be, just from seeing how your year's been. Keep being awesome Joy, and posting, because it helps so many folks, and can give courage to stand against a smarky doc refusing to help them enough. (I'm one of them!)

Eh, health stuff normally causes my following count to dip a couple of hundred, especially if I don’t space it out. Which is fine, this isn’t the content everyone signed up for when they found the bad vampire porn and the other funny stories that happened before my life went to absolute hell in a handbasket.

But thank you, I don’t intend to stop. I just wish Tumblr had a better way for me to talk to people that wasn't reblogs that become a mile long and feeling like I am constantly spamming my dash with asks when 20+ people come into my inbox asking me the same questions. Which is no shade to the people asking those questions, cause they are important questions. I just wish tumblr would stop hiding info posts cause they have external links, or actually showed all my posts when people searched the tags. Which, yea, is another reason to create my own archive site for this kind of thing. Much as I love the chronic health community here on tumblr, the site itself isn’t best laid out for it.

[lukelxiv]

A commission I did for @jateshi / @songbirds-and-bows of the flippin’ adorable and lovely, ♫ Koke ♫. Thank you for letting me draw your sweet singing bean!

[roses-and-grimoires]

💌

Luke,

I just want to state, so that it is unambiguously clear, that I have noticed that you are suddenly far taller than before. You are not that inconspicuous.

That aside, I thought I might wish you a happy Starlight. Even if I am honestly not sure if you celebrate it, I figure that you’ve been in Eorzea long enough to at least go through with the motions. And that is close enough.

I suppose I also owe you thanks as well. I have not forgotten some of the things that you have gone through in an attempt to help me. Though you are infuriatingly difficult to read at times, that says all it needs to in regards to our friendship.

However, that is not going to stop me from tracking down your boyfriend and getting some amusing stories.

Happy Starlight again,

Idristan

P.S. I have included a tin of genuine Ishgardian tea. Please ensure you make it in the proper way; none of this watered-down southerner nonsense.

[veliona-xiv]

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine + (reverse, Aran)

War was never a beautiful thing, though Isuke doubted that anyone would think such a disturbing thought. Still she felt her body weakening as she trudged to the side attempting to get out of the way of all the turmoil and violence that thrashed about upon the battlefield. She was too tired, her energy too spent. “N-No–” She wheezed out, clutching her chest as she fell to one knee, her breath labored as she fought to stand once again, not wanting to quite give up yet.

It was sad though that we don’t always get what we wish for, not as one of The Dowager’s monsters rushed up to Isuke, blade raised and ready to take her off the field - off of this shard forever… Part of her fought it, she tried to push away only to stumble and fall onto her side causing her to quietly accept that the feeling of cold steel would soon be upon her but instead, there was nothing. Only the hard, guttural thud of the blade smashing into another causing the determined yet sad sputter of pain to leave Aran’s lips.

She was hit - no, more than hit. The blade had nearly removed her arm as the infernal hit the ground, looking to Isuke with one eye shut tight. “G-Get…Get goin’ lil sis.” Aran whispered out, her own weapon run through the beast as it slumped downward leaving Isuke safe from harm. “You know what they say… Family… Sticks together eh?”

And with those last words, Aran’s head slumped down and Isuke was left to reach quickly for the other and let out a horrid, mournful scream that no doubt shook all that heard upon the battlefield.

nonverbal memes(Still accepting!)

[shenani-gan]

"I’ve got you" (Koke, Luke, or Aran options!)

When Lucien had arrived at Noise’s place, he hadn’t expected to run into a have broken, blood soaked, Miqo’te woman. But yet, there she was. Propped up against the main doorway, a dark skinned woman with violet hair seemed to be slipping in and out of consciousness.

He’d been wanting to meet Noise’s lover at some point. But these were less than ideal circumstances. Even so, he couldn’t just LEAVE her there in that state. Rolling his sleeves up so they wouldn’t get too bloody, he lifted the small woman and opened the door to the house.

“I need you to tell me where the wash room is.” Luke spoke to her calmly.

“D-downstairs...” Gan managed to stutter a response.

With a nod of his head, Luke made his way through the house and down the stairs to the rather well put together wash area. Setting her down on the edge of the bath, Luke began to pull away the bloody clothes, leaving her small clothes on for modesty sake. Then he eased her into the tub and looked around for something to help wash her with.

Locating a suitably plush sponge, Lucien dipped it in the water and began to gentle wipe away the blood that had begun to dry. Luckily from the looks of it, most of the blood belonged to someone else and not Gan herself. 

This wasn’t how Luke had planned to spend his day, but he couldn’t deny that it might come with some benefit. Patching up Noise’s fiancee would certainly earn him some sort of favor from the Miqo’te. Or be put to use some other way. 

Not what he had come for, but he was inwardly pleased at the results nonetheless. So he focused on his task, waiting with no small amount of hidden joy at the prospect of bringing this to Noise’s attention.

[diskwrite-ffxiv]

⭐️ (what the hecky, why not)

After witnessing Aran’s speech in Ala Mhigo- and increasingly suspicious of hypernationalism- Ojene has likely seen Aran once or twice in the city since then and been nothing but outwardly friendly. She expresses interest in banal things such as the weather and less banal things such as “how is the reconstruction going?”

However, while interacting with her there is still the strange sense of being closely observed, as if she is the bird of prey and Aran is the target of scrutiny. No matter how casual the conversation might be, something of that sensation sneaks out.

@jateshi

[bleeding-fangs-ffxiv]

10. If a lot of people, possibly innocent people, have to die in order to make a real change, is it worth it? Can you live with their deaths even if it helps people in the present?

“I’ve lived with the deaths of men and women doing their duty to their country, even when they knew that they were facing their end. I have carried the looks of the youth that I, have sent to their precious Gods, for being in the wrong place. 

“By no means, would I look at the deaths of others, any differently, if it meant that the suffering could end. Truly, end.”

There was a pause, noting the drip of blood from his fingers. 

“I would live with a thousand more deaths, if it kept them safe.”

@jateshi Thank you!