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[ladyyomiart]

Obviously, pizza didn't exist in 1800's Japan! 😂 But these writing exercises are fun 'cause you can learn a lot about a character in moments like this:

🍕Chie: Doesn't like pizza AT ALL but figures that one slice won't be enough to feed even those who like it, so she sets out to cook up a healthier alternative in the hopes that her family and/or friends will learn the difference between junk food and the real thing. (God knows her father needs to eat as healthily as possible if he wants to avoid another heart attack!).

🍕Tani: It's not his favorite food and he doesn't even need to eat that often either due to his Tengu nature, but he'll eat it just to have fun at the expense of his Shinsengumi teammates. (He crosses his fingers hoping that the one who discovers there's no more pizza left will be Heisuke or Shinpachi, as their whining is hilarious to him).

🍕Kohana: Shouts "Omg what's this?! Why did you guys eat up almost all of it without letting me know there was something so delicious in the Okiya?! If I can buy more of this by working as a geiko, then I'll do it until I'm as old as mother Yumiko-san!" as she gobbles on the slice which Yumiko snatches away from her after lots of struggling and smeared melted cheese that will be impossible to scrape off her kimono.

🍕Mantaro: Leaves the slice alone and instead advises his brother (using his trademark doctor's tone) that pizza can be a healthy dish but only if eaten in moderation, and that the fact there's only one slice left is evidence to the contrary; so he should be more careful about his health. (Tani pretends to follow his advice, but the temptation to eat it just to prank his teammates is stronger).

🍕Ume: Doesn't eat it, partly because she's terrified that the pizza belongs to her boss Izanagi and he'll fire her for having the last slice; and partly because she'd rather ask her best friend and coworker Chie if she doesn't want to eat it first just to keep her conscience at ease. If no one wants it, then she'll eat it.

🍕Izanagi: Eats it without even realizing it was the last slice, since he has the habit of snacking on most of the food in the kitchen while he works there, so he will deny with all his might that he wolfed down the pizza and will not rest until proving that someone else committed the crime of touching his precious food without permission!

🍕Yokai: As the good ex-stray doggo that he is; if it's food and it's within his reach he'll gobble it up faster than you can say: "No! Don't do it, Yokai! You bad dog!".

🍕Ba: Hates it even more than she hates Chie and Kohana's mother so not only will she absolutely refuse to eat the last slice, but she won't even want the sticky-mess-from-hell TO EXIST in her kitchen near the rest of her food and will throw it in the trash as soon as she sees it. (She's very careful not to touch it when she throws it away and curses under her breath in fear that the melted cheese will ruin her expensive manicure).

🍕Yumiko: Eats it without asking anyone if they don't want it first. After all, she has the right after becoming the mother of the Okiya and slaving over the education of her protégés! Of course, she'll do it on a plate while using cutlery and being very careful not to stain herself with the treacherous cheese that covers it (she'll probably peel it away after getting tired of trying without succeeding, lol).

There’s one pizza slice left, what do your ocs do?

[dissociativewriter]

Politely requesting a bit of Sylus comfort, maybe our reader has been overworking themselves with work + any personal matters, maybe taking care of everyone around them, and hasn't paid much attention to their own health.

I'll take ANYTHING, you're a wonderful writer, ilysm ( ˘ ³˘)

(Slight reminder to you too, don't overwork yourself 𐙚)

hi! im sorry love this took me longer than expected >_< i did have to take this advice, though, so thank you honey. you’re very sweet <3

a reminder to all of you, too, to take care of yourselves! don’t push yourself to do more than you can handle <3

i hope you like this! not proofread

The dim glow of the computer screen was the only thing illuminating your darkened bedroom. The clock chimed loudly, filling the empty space, echoing in your hollowed ears, as if to taunt you. 11:00.

When did it get to be so late?

You should sleep, you know. But maybe if you finished just one more paper…

“Sweetie?” That deep gravel broke through the faint ringing in your eardrums.

If you look at him, you’ll lose your focus. If you look at him, you’ll want to fall into his arms. If you look at him, you’ll never finish this.

Don’t look.

You have to stay focused. You have to finish this. You said you would.

You promised.

And what good are you if you can’t keep a simple promise?

“Sweetie.” Firmer now, firm yet warm like the hand on your shoulder. His fingers inched closer to your neck, resting featherlight over your pulse point.

“Just what exactly are you still working on so late?” You finally looked at him, any fire left in you to finally finish this assignment melting away as you fell into that sea of crimson in his eyes. His eyebrow was raised, watching you expectantly even though he already knew the answer.

“It’s something for a coworker. I’ve got to finish it soon.” You waved a hand dismissively, moving to turn back around to your computer, if not for the firm hand keeping you in place.

Sylus leaned down, now eye level with you, his breath fanning over your lips. “Right.” He delicately pushed a strand of hair out of your face. “Taking care of everyone else’s work before you take care of yourself, hm?”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing…” you grumbled.

“It’s not,” Sylus conceded. “In moderation. But sweetie, when was the last time you ate something?”

You looked away, silent for a moment. “I ate something this morning.”

“Was that something coffee?”

How did he always know?

He seemed to take your silence as a yes, sighing before scooping you up in his arms.

Sylus carefully laid you down on the bed, adjusting pillows and covering you in a blanket before leaving. He closed your computer, turned off the lamp, then left the bedroom. You could faintly hear the opening of cabinets and the clinking of glass as he rummaged around the kitchen.

He came back into the bedroom a few minutes later, a glass of water and easy meal in hand.

He set them down on your bedside table before sitting down next to you, the bed sinking under his weight. “I admire how you’re always taking on new challenges and helping others,” he murmured as he sat wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. “However, I don’t like it when it comes at the sacrifice of yourself. I’ve barely seen you these past few days, you’re always working or doing favors…”

“I’m sorry, Sy,” you mumbled drowsily.

“Don’t apologize, sweetie. You don’t need to.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Just let me take care of you now, yeah?”

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[m00nkissedlover]

・｡Cinnamon Smoke 🚬

You've ordered: a slice of spiced cinnamon cake! enjoy!

"I wanna be high all the time, would you come with me?"

Paul Atreides x Freman! reader | word count: 1,661 words

Summary: in which you teach paul how to smoke spice 🚬 (based on this post i made)

Warnings: (MDNI) mentions of smoking, spice being used as a drug/ hallucinogen, making out/ heated kissing

Note: i am in no way glorifying or promoting smoking or any drug usage! i don't smoke, never have, never will. just decided to test out this plot. also, i made up my own interpretation of how i think the freman smoke spice

From making things like paper and clothing, to being used to enhance the flavor of traditional dishes, spice (a.k.a Melange) was a very important commodity for the Freman people. They almost couldn't live without it.

It was odd to Paul Atreides that the Freman would put such a thing in their food, his body reacting rather negatively the first time he tried it. But soon, he got used to it, his body slowly adapting to its cinnamon like flavor. But what really got him was the fact that you guys would smoke spice. He'd never done it himself, only hearing from Stilgar and other Freman that it was mainly done for ritualistic purposes. But sometimes, they'd just take a puff or two to lighten the load.

The first time Paul witnessed spice being smoked was when he went to go ask Stilgar about the progression of his mother becoming the new fremen reverend mother. Stilgar was sat on the floor of the seitch, a small pipe between his fingers. Connected to the pipe, was a small chamber filled with spice, something at the bottom heating it up. Sand colored smoke curled at his chapped lips, his expression rather lazy and relaxed.

"Muad'dib, what seems to be the matter?" he asked, his accent thick on his tongue.

Paul's previous questions had left him as his eyes followed the flow of the smoke as it felt Stilgar's mouth and floated up to the ceiling, disappearing into the air. It also had a pretty strong smell, almost like a sweet and sour scent.

"Would you show me how to smoke spice?" Paul blurted, his mouth moving faster than his brain.

At first, Stilgar was silent, pausing as he was about to take another puff. He looked Paul dead in the eyes, and then...he laughed. He laughed for a good while, his eyes landing back on Paul whose expression hadn't changed.

"Oh, you're serious-" Stilgar mumbled as he calmed down from his bout of laughter.

"Short answer: no. Long answer: you're not used to such."

"But I eat the food of the Freman-"

Stilgar cut Paul of with an amused snort. "Just because your stomach is used to spice, doesn't mean that your lungs are. Sure, you breathe in a few mouthfuls of spice when we go on sandworm rides and such, but this-" Stilgar tapped on the small glass spice chamber, the sound echoing in the small room.

"With a high enough dose, this can kill a man. That's why we smoke it in moderation."

"Then I'll just-"

"No! And I mean it, Muad'dib." Stilgar waved Paul off, the brown haired boy letting out a huff.

As he walked out, he felt a presence watching him. All of a sudden, someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a corner. In a moment of panic, Paul pinned the person against the wall, holding his crysknife to their throat.

"Whoa, whoa! Calm down! Paul, it's me. Y/n..." you said, your eyes wide and muscles tense as the blade was mere inches away from slitting your throat.

Once he realized it was you, Paul relaxed, loosening his grip and sheathing his crysknife.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" he asked, letting out a breath of relief. "Just how long have you been standing here?"

"Long enough to know that I can give you the experience you're trying to have." you quipped, Paul giving you a tense look.

"You won't get in trouble?" he asked as you pulled him down the hallway of the seitch.

"Don't worry. I'll handle Stilgar. Now come on."

You managed to successfully distract Stilgar for long enough to "borrow" one of the "spice smokers." You and Paul were now sat in your tent, his gray-green eyes watching you as you pulled a small sachet of spice out of your pocket. Opening the lid, you poured it into the small chamber and clamped it shut. With the press of a button, the chamber started to heat up, the strong scent passing through.

You took the honor of going first, lifting the pipe to your lips and taking a quick puff. Paul watched in amazement as you parted your lips, the beige colored smoke filling the air in front of you.

"Your turn." you said, passing the pipe to Paul.

His fingers brushed against your own as he took the pipe from you, a strange shiver running down your spine. You sat back on your hands, watching as paul brought the pipe to his lips.

"Just inhale it." you told him, the dark haired boy nodding. He placed the pipe between his lips, taking a big breath. He held it in his mouth for not even two seconds before he started coughing uncontrollably.

"What the hell?" paul croaked, feeling a burning sensation in his chest.

You had to bite back a laugh, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. "It's okay, that's how it is for everyone their first time. Here..."

You took the pipe from him, looking at him as you walked him through it. "You're not trying to swallow the spice, alright? Take your time inhaling...do it slowly. Don't hold it in, it won't do anything. Then slowly exhale. Like this-"

You brought the pipe to your lips, slowly inhaling the sand like substance. Almost immediately, you let out a puff, the smoke curling at your lips.

"I think I get it now." Paul insisted, reaching for the pipe. He did just as you had, coughing a bit less and successfully letting out a small plume of smoke.

"There you go. You're a natural! How do you feel?" you asked him, already starting to feel loopy yourself.

"...Good, but in a strange way..." he mumbled, taking another puff. "I kinda...I kinda like it."

It wasn't long before you two were as high as spacecrafts. You two sat there, talking about the mysteries of the universe, Paul's latest visions and dreams, and anything else really.

"Have you ever thought about just how huge the universe is? It's...crazy to think about..." you drawled, your eyes tinted a bit more blue than usual.

"I mean...yeah. With being "Lisan al Ghaib" I kinda...have to." Paul responded, lifting a finger to touch the smoke that just left your mouth.

"Do you really believe in all that...prophecy?" you asked, your bodies feeling light and tingly. It felt nice, like you were wrapped in a big blanket.

"If I'm being honest...no. Doesn't help that my mother's shoving her propaganda down everyone's throats or that Stilgar still believes it." Paul answered, his tone low and mellow. the spice was kicking in real nice now.

"Just want this shit to be over....all this stupid war and stuff. I want to enjoy living with my people and not have to fear for their safety..." you muttered, resting your head on paul's shoulder.

"Stupid houses and their stupid war...stupid prophecy..." you grumbled, your head moving a little as a laugh vibrated through Paul. You could feel his hand come up to brush some of your hair out of your eyes, your eyes fluttering shut.

"I'd rather sit here and get high with you than go fight some stupid war." Paul said and now it was your turn to laugh.

You took another puff, peering over at Paul for a moment. "Open your mouth. I wanna try something."

Yoi inhaled once more, leaning over to face Paul as he parted his lips. You exhaled, letting the smoke escape your mouth and enter into Paul's, a slight shiver running down his spine.

"Do it again." he whispered, the pipe already between your lips once again. You leaned in a bit closer, your lips hovering over his. Paul's lips parted and once again, you let the smoke trail from your lips to his, a lazy smile forming on yours.

"Again-" Your lips were on Paul's in no time, the leftover smoke and cinnamon-like taste of the spice on your tongues mingling. Your hands were immediately in his hair, Paul cupping your face in his hands as your bodies melded together.

The soft sigh of satisfaction that left Paul's lips made your stomach fill with butterflies. Your heightened senses made the whole experience that much more enjoyable for the both of you. You could practically hear each other's heartbeats, feel each other through your clothes.

When you two parted for air, you took a moment to look at each other, your eyes half lidded and full of unsaid thoughts of one another.

"You're so good at this..." Paul breathed, moving one of his hands to fiddle with the hem of your shawl.

"So good at what? Smoking spice or kissing you?" you questioned, goosebumps forming along your skin.

"Both." Paul muttered as he leaned in to steal another kiss from you.

Right when things were about to take a rather...steamy turn, you heard someone calling your name from outside the tent. You poked your head out to see Chani, dressed in her stillsuit.

"Stilgar, needs u-! Y/n, have you been smoking spice again? You know Stilgar'll be pissed if he catches you." Chani warned, your blue eyes rolling at her nagging.

"Yeah, yeah. We'll be out in a minute."

"We?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow. As if right on time, Paul poked his head out as well, giving chani a slight nod. You could see the slight disappointment in her eyes.

"You...you two were...! Just go get your stillsuits!" the girl grumbled before starting to walk back through the tents. You stood up, pulling paul to his feet and tucking the smoke chamber into your shawl.

"We should do this more often." you breathed, taking in the slightly dazed look in Paul's eyes as you two began your descent down the sand dunes.

"I just might take you up on that..." Paul answered, his fingers brushing against yours. Oh, what he would do to taste the spice on your tongue once more. 🚬

© m00nkissedlover, 2024

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

so i have a VERY BAD FEVER AND I WANT CRYO LADIES USING THEIR VISION TO COOL OF sick! S/O

(you can also add any other charafter of your liking ❤️❤️)

(Genshin Impact) Eula, Rosaria, Ayaka, Ganyu, and Shenhe using their vision on a sick S/O

This is completely unrelated to the ask, but while writing this I've been listening to the Winter Soldier theme from Captain America. And for such a lovely ask it is very strange writing to one of the hardest themes I've ever heard in my life.

Eula huffs and puffs when her S/O gets sick, but absolutely does not hesitate to begin applying Cryo therapy.

As long as it wasn't contagious anyway.

With one hand gently resting against their forehead as she sits next to them in bed, Eula can't help but brush her fingers across their hair while doing so.

Her expression is gentle, until the moment S/O speaks up.

(Eula) "Am I enjoying this? Of course not, my plans must be halted because you had the audacity to fall ill. Something I will not forget easily, of course. I could always freeze you right here and now."

Yet, her hand is resting on S/O's face still, fingers rubbing down to their cheek as if they were made of glass.

Rosaria honestly didn't think of using her Cryo vision to bring down S/O's fever.

She really only used it for work, and S/O sure as hell wasn't on her list for tonight of people to use it on.

But, at their insistence, she lets her hand cool them down, being very careful to use it sparingly.

(Rosaria) "If it gets too cold, let me know, I guess. Don't say I didn't warn you, though."

Rosaria tries to be as gentle as she can, and has to remove her gloves to avoid poking S/O in the eyes.

Her own hand feeling S/O so tenderly gets her a little flustered, the only way S/O can tell was by her actively avoiding meeting their eyes.

Ayaka felt like a stroke of genius hit her when she brought S/O's high temperature down.

With a smile, Ayaka eagerly sits down with S/O in order to help.

(Ayaka) "Please, rest easy S/O. Would you like anything to eat while I'm here?"

She could just hire some help or get Thoma to help S/O, but part of her quite enjoyed being the one to care for S/O.

It was unfortunate they were sick, but she sure wasn't going to complain about spending time with S/O, especially when she could actively help them.

The entire time she's with them, Ayaka's smile never really goes away.

Ganyu has done the same to herself whenever she felt under the weather, though without too much effect since she was used to the cold.

But she breathed a massive sigh on relief when it had a visible effect on S/O's fever.

(Ganyu) "Ah, good! It's working! The medicine should be working soon, but in the meantime!-"

She brings a little bit of her paperwork to get through as she sits next to S/O, multi-tasking to help them recover.

Even if her S/O insists that they don't have to worry, she'll still take care of them anyway.

Work was important, but the love of her life was even moreso.

Shenhe, on top of retrieving some medicinal herbs and creating a brew concocted by her master, helps S/O's fever with her Vision.

...By grabbing onto their forehead with her entire hand, looking like she was about to crush their head instead of heal.

(Shenhe) "Are you comfortable S/O? Please relax and I'll bring down your temperature."

Careful with both her strength and Vision, she used them in moderation in order to help, much to S/O's terror when half their vision was blotted out by her palm.

The entire time Shenhe is focused on making sure S/O recovers well, trying her best to make sure they were comfortable.

Was it entirely comfortable? Truthfully, no. It was a little awkward.

But damned if S/O wasn't grateful that Shenhe was trying.

[news-spreading-anon]

It's okay, Moth, take all the time you need, alright?

I'm counting on you..! (Can't wait to see the RED Janitor again, haven't ever interacted with him even before and after I joined the office...)

--Connor, The A.N Office

Wait at soem point it was mentioned that one of you liked the RED Janitor by @lampinspectingmoth so which one of you is it?

Oh, that was Connor! He liked his personality and some other aspect of him. Lately, when the RED Janitor was still here, Connor was out of town and didn't check up on his blog much

--Maz, The A.N Office

[mafesti]

In sickness and in health, remember?

Pairing(s): John Price x GN! Reader

Summary: Your husband gets sick and he doesn't want to admit it. Luckily, you're there to help him, even though he's being stubborn about it.

Word Count: 5158

Warning(s): None, pure fluff

A/N: I'm sorry if it's bad or short, or anything else in the matter :( I'm still new to this fan fiction stuff (as in my first blown one-shot that I didn't abandon), and English isn't my first language too. But please enjoy! I'm sorry once again if there's potentially any other fanfics like this, I have no means to copy them. 🫶

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You and your dear husband, John, have been married together for 4 years, and it has been a truly beautiful relationship for both of you. Although you have always noticed that John tends to get sick from time to time, especially when he's getting older (don't say that to him though, or he'll be terribly mad at you).

But this time was different.

You noticed that he was hiding something from you, most likely because he didn't want to worry you (even though you were already worried and soon-to-be developing a mild heart attack for him whenever he was out for deployment anyways).

You walked into your shared room, deciding not to knock, just this once. Noticing your presence, he looks up from his stack of never ending paperwork that was on his table.

"Love, what did I say to you about knocking?" He tried to answer you in his typical, gruff voice, but you knew him well enough to notice a hint of exhaustion behind those words.

His face was pale, and his breath seemed shallow. You could tell something was wrong.

"John, are you alright?" You ask with a frown on your face.

"No, I'm perfectly fine!" he said, refusing to admit anything. "I'm just a little tired, that's all," he added, hoping you'd let it go.

But you knew him too well even before marriage, and you knew something was seriously wrong with him.

"No, John, you look like you're about to pass out. You look sick since when? Yesterday? You're way beyond 'just tired," you argued back.

"I'm fine, really, it's nothing serious at all!" he tried to convince you, but you were having none of it.

"John, you're pale and sweating, and you've potentially got a fever. You're not 'fine."

He huffed a bit, but then admitted, "Alright, maybe I am a little under the weather, but it's really nothing serious. Just a small cold, nothing I can't deal with."

You let out a very desperate sigh (which shows your current condition with Price) while shaking your head. 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯. You thought to yourself. You got behind him and placed your hands on his shoulder, and he immediately got the memo of what you were going to do.

"Sweetheart, you really don't have to.." He sighed, but you ignored him. You began massaging his shoulders, pressing the knots out while chastising him.

"John, c'mon, let's not pretend this is a small cold." You chastised him gently.

He lets out a groan and gave in into the soothing feeling, dropping everything that he was doing earlier. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥. He thought with a small sigh leaving his lips.

"Okay, okay.. maybe you're right." He admitted. "But I'll just lie down for a bit and I'll be as good as new."

You knew it was for the best, even if he was being stubborn and tried to protest. You led him over to the bed, helping him lie down as he gave a few soft murmurs of thanks. You checked his temperature, which came up at 39-40 degrees celcius, a moderate grade fever.

"See," You showed him the thermometer.

"It's clear you're way beyond this 'small cold' you've been claiming," you scolded him with a satisfied look on your face after you've proved him wrong. He muttered something under his breath, but eventually conceded that he needed some rest.

You carefully drape the blanket over his chest, making sure to keep him warm and comfortable. You left him alone for a bit and came back with a bucket of water with a small towel in it. You then took the damp towel and gently placed it on his forehead, trying to lower his fever as much as possible.

"Now rest, and let me get some soup for you," you instructed him. He grumbled something yet again, but finally nodded and did as you said.

You did as you promised, returning to the kitchen shortly after to make a soup that would be sure to help his recovery. You also added some hot tea with honey and lemon juice, a classic remedy for whenever someone is sick.

You returned to the bedroom with the soup and tea on a tray. Seeing the tray full of supposedly filled medicine, John slowly sat up and leaned his back to the headboard, getting into a comfortable position. You made sure John kept drinking and eating it, and when he was done you put the tray on the nightstand beside the bed.

Slowly but surely, his fever dropped and his color returned. After a short while, he began to fall asleep from exhaustion.

You were just about to head out of the room, but John gently grabbed your wrist with the last ounce of strength he had left, mumbling a quiet "Stay."

Even though you knew he needed his rest, your heart melted at the way he held your wrist so gently. For a moment you hesitated, but if it meant him getting the rest he needed, you'll happily stay with him till' he gets better.

"I'll be right back, love," you whispered softly, giving his hand one last lingering squeeze.

You closed the curtain and turned off the lights, creating a comfortable and low-lit atmosphere. Then you gently climbed into bed with him, finding a cozy spot and wrapping a blanket around the two of you. You leaned close to him, nuzzling against his shoulder and pulling him into you, feeling his presence and feeling comfortable and safe.

Finally, you both closed your eyes and rested as you slowly fell asleep together.

[boromir-week]

FAQs for Boromir Week

What is Boromir Week?

It is a week-long event where people can submit fic drabbles (100 words), ficlets (≤1000 words), one-shots, fanart, gifs, moodboards, and headcanons set to prompts that highlight the awesomeness that is Boromir.

When is Boromir Week?

It will run June 14-20, 2025

The original event, which was held in 2014 and 2015, ran the last week of March, but that is cutting it VERY close. I chose these dates in June because, in canon, June 19th is when Boromir and Faramir have the dream about the riddle, and June 20th is the attack on Osgiliath and the official start of the War of the Ring. I'm weird about calendars.

What is allowed for Boromir Week?

As mentioned above, fanfiction, fanart, gifs, moodboards, and headcanons about Boromir that are tied to any of the day's prompts are allowed. Please tag any ships and/or triggers, and place NSFW/graphic submissions under a "Read More" and tag as such. (Or if you just want to use a "Read More" for your fics, that's okay, too.)

If you submit a fanfic and also post it on AO3, FF.net, etc., feel free to include the link, as well.

What is NOT allowed for Boromir Week?

Anything created using AI.

This event is intended to show Boromir in a positive light and show our appreciation for the character, so anything that is blatantly anti-Boromir is strongly discouraged. Submitting an AU where Boromir succeeded in obtaining the One Ring or writing a Dark!Boromir AU is different (and hot, let's be real).

This also applies to commenting on submissions. Don't like, don't read. Don't yuck on someone else's yum. Ship and let ship. Please keep your comments respectful.

How do I submit posts for Boromir Week?

The main tags I will be using are #Boromir Week and #Boromir Week 2025

However, Tumblr's tag search is pretty much useless, not only showing results that have nothing to do with what you searched for, but also omitting a lot of results. So, the best way for me to know that you have submitted something is to tag @boromir-week

Depending on how many people participate, I may reblog your submissions as soon as I get home from work (on weekdays during the event) or it might be the following day.

What time zone are you in?

I am located in the United States EDT/EST. So, if you are in other parts of the world and wonder why your submissions haven't been reblogged here yet, it's because I'm probably still sleeping. But I will reblog them as soon as I can!

Something came up at the last minute and I won't be able to finish all of my prompts in time! Can I still participate?

YES!

You don't even have to submit something for each day of the event if you don't want to. You can just submit something for Day 1 and that's it... or just a couple of the days... or just the last day.

It is also completely fine if you submit something a day or two late (or a week or a month). Life just happens, and we have no control over it. Please don't feel stressed to finish in a hurry or feel that you shouldn't submit anything at all if you're unable to finish it on the specific day. I think I speak for many of us, but we would like to see LOTS of Boromir content, and we're willing to wait for it.

And if you write a fic or make some art about Boromir a few months later, feel free to tag this blog and I'll reblog it.

Is there a Discord server for the event?

There is not a server for this blog/event.

I unfortunately just don't have the time/energy/spoons to run a server. However, anyone who is active in any Tolkien/fandom servers is welcome to share this event there.

Is it okay if we also use our Boromir Week entries to fulfill other challenges we're doing (e.g. a bingo card fill)?

As long as it is okay with the moderators/creators of other challenges/events/bingo cards/etc., it is completely fine with me if you want to do that.

I have a couple of Tolkien-themed bingo cards (one for fanfiction and one for fanart) that I made last year if you would like to use them.

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I have been on Tumblr since 2009 and writing fanfiction since 2001... ish? I have way too many OCs, make moodboards (it's therapeutic), and simp for Gondor and Rohan blorbos. I started writing my first Boromir fanfic in 2012 and have been obsessed with him ever since.

I'm still trying to figure out this whole event mod thing, so please be patient with me, and thank you in advance for your understanding.

What are the prompts for this event?

Day 1: Brother of Faramir, Childhood, Protector and Teacher

Day 2: Son of Finduilas, Maternal Family, Grief and Loss

Day 3: Son of Denethor, Paternal Family, Thorongil

Day 4: Teen Years, Captain of Gondor, Friend of Rohan

Day 5: The People's Prince, Rivendell, Member of the Fellowship

Day 6: Change of Fate, Fourth Age, Alternate Universe

Day 7: Freeform

You can also find the prompts and more details on the pinned post!

[asouefanworkevent]

hello everyone 🌸🌸 I have a moderator announcement!

first of all, for reasons I will soon also disclose, I must no longer be your humble mysterious moderator. I will now be your humble, known moderator! although if you could still pretend I was mysterious, oh, that would be very nice. I do in fact REALLY like an air of mystery, as one does.

it is i! @whoslaurapalmer !! (did you know? did you guess? some of you knew, but I know not all of you ⭐️⭐️)

if you follow me on my main, as I know many of you do, you know I live with my mom, and she's not doing very well at all. I really can't say one way or the other today, and it's very scary here right now. the day theme posts for woevember starting tomorrow have been queued, but I don't know if I will be able to reblog anyone's work this week, and I wanted to let you all know in advance so no one thinks I'm not seeing your posts or thinks I'm ignoring you. I am not!! I would never!! ✨️

woevember initially started because I wanted a fan work event for asoue, my favorite book series in the whole world. and it always falls on whatever week has november 15th, because a long time ago, november 15th was a really bad day for me. so going forward, I wanted to associate it with something else!! and running woevember has made me very, very happy. and it was something I loved telling my mom about too, and something she was also so excited for, because she knew it made me happy. the reason I always say I'm proud of everyone for woevember is because, I think it's important to always know there people who ARE proud of you, who DO see you and the work that you do, and the things you create, that you made something special and it didnt just exist in a vacuum. that's how I feel with my mom, and I always want other people to feel that way too. you should never, ever feel like there is no one else in the world who will notice you, even a sometimes wicked world, going on its wicked way. there is always somebody for you.

I am so, so proud of what we've all done for woevember, every year, and this year too!! pre-emptively!! thank you so much for being a part of it. thank you for, even if you didn't know it, being a big, fun part of my life, and an exciting part of someone else's life, too.

I do intend to continue woevember next year in the fall, and hopefully the wicked way exchange early next year. I just don't know if I'll be able to reblog things this week. I might! and I might not! and I wanted to let you all know. thank you for listening.

thank you so much. 💖💖💖💖💖

[exilynn]

Oneshot- Magic words or... Swear words?

Author note: I'm thinking about doing this new format in addition to the fic, I hope you like this first one. I'll open a request soon <3 Sorry if it was a little insubstantial, I loved writing. If it works out, I really want to take these ones forward. But no chronology, just varied orders too

Well, welcome to my new world of Joes 💗

Listen:

Tags: !Sassy joe, conversations, touching, dominance, neediness, kisses, anal sex, vaginal sex, almost a more moderate BDSM

Paring: Joseph Quinn x Fem Artist Reader

Word count: 3.567

Keyword: "Teach a bad word"

You could be better, for sure, you came home after an exhausting day at work in your art studio. Your first cuddle of the day? No, you definitely had one the warmest comfort waiting for you and who loved to make you his pillow when he arrived exhausted from a meeting with his agent or important people. You cross the room after opening the apartment door, When you meet Joe, Joe seems bored with scrolling through his Instagram feed. At first, you would simply smile. After all, your man is there to give you attention.And you do the same, you liked to pamper him like he was a needy brat. Then, as you take off your shoes and jacket, you are caught by his investigative gaze.

A boyfriend's gaze, that one damn look of "You arrived and didn't even jump on my lap? Where's my kiss?" However, Joe stood there watching you put your bag down on the table and walk over to him. Now, so close, and taking up space that he had to watch the television in front of him. And he didn't care, at no point did he protest about you being in the way, because at first the television could no longer keep him entertained or less bored. Still close and with his hands wrapped around your waist, you catch his attention, as if he had flown to a distant planet. Maybe he was pretending?

A good boy? You didn't know, Joe was so hard to read him sometimes, and that made you want to dive deeper and deeper into his thoughts, you asked yourself, I want to have telepathy with this man but he JUST DOESN'T LET ME Enter his head and his most secret thoughts.

Maybe sweet, obscene, you never knew if he had both in the same party of neurons. So you decide to take the lead and experiences the struggle of talking openly like two adults tired of gossiping about life, people without substance. But Joe is faster, and asks a pointed question that could unfreeze any crack in your frozen heart.

"Honey, how was your day today? Are there a lot of people calling? Or are they just boring people wanting discounts on your art that's worth a lot more?" his voice was sweet, like candy. Maybe chocolates. And here we have those chocolate buttons that you were kind of dying to look at and see their reflection. You used to say that Joe had a beachy look, the kind where you feel summer, the sun burning your cheeks.

Joe could be the summer that warms your winter and all the other cold seasons that you let bloom inside you. But he prefers to see you in the garden as a fragrant flower, perhaps a gardenia.

And the sun shone on his face, that late afternoon, six in the evening. My God, that man has you paralyzed, and now you need to answer his question about "boss." Meanwhile, her eyes turn to you and flirt with the cold, botched execution of a serious woman. Haha, Joe knows very well how to disarm you from that woman you are at work, the mature side. He and you are fifth year students. Idiots in love, let's suppose.

"First, come here. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVEE!" He says happy and kisses you all over of your face and lips, with hugs.

You smile like a little and happy girl. So needly.

"Today I was selected in a campaign. They want to publish my drawings, but I don't know if it's just another opportunist, my dear." you respond firmly and seriously. With a slight thoughtful air.

"How magnificent, my goddess. Do you want something to drink? Like celebrate with me, hm your birthday too? Mm… I spent part of this night alone, abandoned. I would like to spend time with my artist girl." He shot the arrow of love, those heart-shaped eyes.

"Hm, okay." disarmed, you were disarmed by Joe's mental ability to keep you from your own self-sabotaging thoughts. And you loved that, because love didn't come from dates, flowers, chocolates. It came from when Joe saw the worst in you and continued there as a fan, a loyal fan of the "idol" and for him you were more than an idol, you were his muse. He loved to show you to the world as his woman, He wasn't ashamed to act like a lovesick idiot, even though he was a serious man.

On the outside, his layers were just a persona he created to protect himself. And you admired that about him, you loved Joe out of that busy Joe who made big-time movies. For you, you would fall in love every day with the same Joe, the doting Joe, the passionate Joe, the Joe who spoiled you with books. The Joe gave you a studio to call your own, so that you would never forget each other, in case the day no longer smiles at you.

You quietly go to your bedroom, and get rid of your tight clothes. Putting on some comfortable pajamas, when you point your head back into the living room, you find Joe dragging the coffee table into the living room. He holds his glasses, and winks.

"Comfortable now, princess? You look so cute in your Hello Kitty pajamas." As cute as it was, it was actually Joe's cute way of flirting with you.

In response to his attempt to be the man of the house while making your woman relax, you simply smile. And her cheeks burn.

" Are you trying to be a good husband before you even get married, Joe? " the direct question makes Joe nervous.

He gives a small smile and remains focused on pouring glasses of rosé wine, stealing a few fleeting glances. It wasn't like he didn't have the courage to look at you, he had only seriously considered marrying you the following year. You both had solid, solid careers, so nothing would be wrong. You sat down next to him, and he handed you a glass gently, with a warm look.

As you drink and taste the wine you recently bought together at the market, you open up.

"Why all this ceremony for me? What did I do to deserve this cultured, cautious and warm man, huh?" you say with a grateful look. You no longer looked exhausted, he was your refuge.

He finished drinking the wine and left it on the table. He returned his gaze as a man in love and ran his fingers around her waist.

"You were the best thing that happened to me since those hellish days"

" Those hellish days? " you look at him, locking your gaze with his, not out of desire, you know he needs to be heard.

"Yeah, when everything was about my career, and there was almost no room for really solid stuff. I didn't even have time to listen to a song without having a zillion things orbiting around in my head"

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"I understand, honey. I almost did the same thing to you, when you approached me, remember what the first thing you said was?" your fingers tightened in his hair, the curls intertwined as if they didn't want to let go of your fingers.

Joe became thoughtful.

"I said something stupid or clever?"

"How absurd! Don't you remember? That puts you down the marriage proposal chain!" You playfully swear at him and suddenly a swear word escapes your mouth, but on your tongue. Portuguese. "He's going to ruin everything!"

The first thing Joe does after hearing that crazy sentence said in another language is raise his eyebrows and stare at you.

"I remember, I was testing you, baby. And what was that? Did you curse at me in another language, babygirl?"

You huff, but you don't get mad at him, you punish yourself.

"Damn, that sucks. Excuse me?"

Joe hates it when you punish yourself like that, he likes you being free and passionate about everything you are or do. But he always reminds you, when you overdo it, "You shouldn't be measured by what you do out there."

And that thought orbits and you follow the planetary of admiration.

"I want you to have some manners with yourself. No holding back. How ugly, a grown woman, hot, fucking hot as hell. Talking so rudely to yourself? That's blasphemy!"— he protest seriously, as much as you can to punish yourself in the correct way.

You're speechless, Joe had this power, he would raid your words, like a thief, and steal them all, from your personal dictionary. But you always get the copyright back.

"Don't leave me like this, don't steal the words from my mouth when I want to speak!— you exclaim in a sly tone, which suddenly permeates, and he stops being rude.

"I'm not saying things to assault your vocabulary, I'm serious. I hate it when you act like that, you're so beautiful in every way, face, personality, body. Creative, so stop being bossy with yourself. Okay, baby?"

The flood of sermons makes you smile for him. He frowns, trying hard not to be defeated. Or to be defeated by the pout you're giving him right now.

"Shit, don't do that, that's not fair. I'm trying to be serious and you come with that pout".

But it didn't take long and he stole a kiss from you, after looking at you for a long time.

"Mmh, Joe. Great way to silence myself from intrusive thoughts— You smile inappropriately, and he does the same.

He licks his lips.

"You're the cutest, most hellish thing in my world, you know that?" his hands hold her face firmly, but with a delicate tone.

A while later, after the kiss. He drops his hand to your leg, his palm closing so well on your thighs, and before you can speak or get his attention, he plays at peeking inside your pajama shorts.

"Hey, watch out! You have no right to peek at my shorts. I'm not wearing any panties..."

The revelation makes Joe salivate, but he still wants to get serious and know how you are. So the macho, surrendered man pose, well, it disappears for a few minutes.

" I won't peek anymore, I promise..." but he is aware and realizes that you lied about not wearing underwear. "Ahh, liarrr"... He smiles shaking his head.

But, Joe complete:

"Now tell me, what was that about you suddenly cursing in Portuguese? Am I correct?

"I learned some pretty heavy swear words, you know, foreigners don't seem to have that swearing sauce..." you scoff but still maintain respect.

He rolls his eyes, but then becomes curious.

"And you know a lot of... Hm, swear words?"

"Oh my god, my boy wants to learn uneducated words??"

All Joe does now is stifle his laughter, but soon he invites you to the giggle party.

"I wanna know, teach me and I can teach you some British. How about that, love?"

The idea sounds appealing, and you went for it, even without a ticket.

"Tell me words and I'll translate them for you, hm?"

Joe looks thoughtful, his tongue circling the roof of his mouth, and suddenly says.

"I will be condemned, burned in hell, but how do you say in Portuguese "pussy?"

You laugh, unexpectedly.

" Hm, God... Okay, you would change the "p" at the beginning to "b". So you say " Boceta"

He frowns, and smiles. Tucking his hands behind her shoulder, as they sit on the couch.

"And how do you say something kind of cute, I mean, how do couples call each other? How do you say the affectionate word "darling"?

"You change the "d" in Darling to "q". It becomes "querida".

Joe tries to imitate what you say, with a certain note of embarrassment at having his tongue now rolled up.

"Querida..." He repeats it as if it were a sweet personal mantra that he would have with him or use when calling you.

"You don't want me to teach you a swear word combo, do you?"

" Combo?" His eyes seem lost. And searching for a mapping in yours.

"Yes, combo. Because in Brazil you don't swear with one or two words. Almost the entire dictionary comes with it!"

"Oh, then show me everything. I really want to know if they are more unbeatable than us British.

"A sua mãe, aquela cachorra sarnenta!"

Joe repeats his sentence, with a note of amusement. But he doesn't even know what he's saying, and it's hilarious.

"You actually got the drift of how to pronounce it right! Good kid!"

He smiles and says rubbing your fingers together.

" And what did I say?"

"You said "your mother, that mangy dog!"

Joe panics. The wrinkles contract.

"Wow! That's pretty offensive!" He stares at you as if he were fed more by more curiosity. And he was. " And what other swear words do you use most in Brazil, love?"

You start laughing before you speak.

"Filho da puta!"

He repeats confusedly. Out of orbit.

" Filho da puta? Love, what did I say?"

" Son of a bitch".

Okay, he was loving every moment of this with you, no matter how casual it was.

"Oh, God, that's terrible. But I like the sound of it, "Son of a bitch." His drawl drawl, making her almost soak your middle.

He continues to look at you, and his hand traces circles around your waist, and slowly moves up until it finds your sensitive point of reference. Your neck. He remains for a while with his gaze paused, still. And when you protests, he kisses you slowly. His lips wrap around yours like two ropes intertwining passionately. His tongue twirled as if your tongue were a planet to orbit and not leave so soon.

"Mmhh, baby..." He grunts and groans against your lips. "I was so lonely earlier. I want to fill you so much... With kisses."

You shiver under his sly looks and murmurs. Damn hot, cute Brit.

"You can't wait for me to make dinner."

"Nope". He responds slyly, now kissing her neck hungrily. "I'm hungry. For you..."

His eyes sparkle, and his stomach feels like he's on a Ferris wheel.

"Oh, god... What you want, baby? Hm, Joe?"

"Your Joe, he wants affection, and maybe some extra." He couldn't hide that he was crazy about every inch he had of you, that came from you.

And you go back to kissing, with his hands cupped in the corner of your face, lazily caressing your cheek. The kiss intensifies, and he moves his kisses down your blouse, without even protesting you let him play there. That made you alive, after all. The affection, the desire that mix in the same orbit. Thats you and Joe's love.

"mmh, give me your throughts, strip away every thought now." He begs, so submissive to her love and her touch.

You laugh at this adorable stupidity.

Then she climbs onto his lap, Joe smiles at her admission. And lifts her shirt to kiss her torso.

"I wanted this so much."

It almost came out like a sacred proverb, his need for you.

"We need..." At that, Joe opens the drawer behind him, stretching his arms. And hands you a condom. He was agile, over you and him.

You smile and slowly tear open the packaging as he beneath you screams inside for wanting you.

You hand him the condom, and he steps back a little, taking off his shorts and throwing them onto the other couch. However, when playing, he hits you in the eye, with a heavy hand.

"GOD, SORRY BABYY. I-I sorry... Are you hurt?" His voice is thick with worry. He keeps rubbing his eye, but you laugh it off. He kisses you several times on the mouth and sides as a way of making an apologetic apology.

"I'm fine, Joe. I'm fine." And when he makes sure you're not hurt, he lets out a sigh of relief.

Then he returns to his main mission, to have his girl riding under him.

"Will you be my pony?" He says this catchphrase that makes you laugh and get excited. That perfect mix.

"Have you been listening to Ginuwine? My God, Joseph…"

He accuses himself.

"Okay, guilty as accused. On a great R&B beat, baby."

You look at each other, and you start to rub yourself against him, and he pulls like a hungry animal your shorts and panties. He throws them aside, and after putting on the protection, he holds your sides and captures your lips, as you're gliding over it, lazily, because you don't want to start out like a starving animal. You like to eat from the edges, where the food is warm. You can't burn your mouth, you don't like this.

He kissed you as you slid from front to back, feeling like you were in a flower field where you were free to touch that soft grass. A crazy fantasy. And he was there with you.

"Fuck, that's it, slide like that. Fuck, fuck…" The sound of his soft moans hypnotizes you. And you decide to give in to the idea of ​​doing it so well. You rub yourself slowly and he tastes it, while he guides you by holding your waist. Joe has a firm, seductive grip as he watches you slide lower and lower, wanting to feast inside him.

You were the main star and you looked like the porn star. The way you have it makes you spin, as if you are on a roller coaster of emotions and desires beyond madness. You were like Persephone and he was your Hades. He worships you like the goddess you are, Joe loved feeling you sail deeply over his sensitive spot. It was intriguing, terrifying, but it was the best thing he didn't want to feel.

You start to bounce on him, and the grunts become higher pitched and thicker. A mix of guttural moans. He could feel like a rockstar himself right now, with you devouring him like this. He stood up straighter and took off the house shirt he was wearing, and your hands touched his chest, as if he were some kind of art piece. Exposed only for you. Joe was art. His body, everything about him, from his accent, his smile, and along with his dimples were the damn perfect package of a man you wanted since the beginning.

"Joe, I need you... Mmhh, that's it... mmhh, Baby!" Her grunts blend with his, each new entry more personal into his dungeons.

He smiles and can barely speak, his speech has become slurred.

"Ride like this, that's it, you're my pony." It was as if he was using the song "pony" as a reference.

And you hit the spot deeper and deeper, and he thanked every movement as if it were a prayer. And maybe it was. You dove deeper, and he took his fingers, two fingers inside your mouth and you took them, sucked them. Spoiled them. Joe could no longer bear that pleasure. And he grunted as you ate his finger, and licked it with affection and adoration.

"Good God, you are such a goddess."

"Then worship me?" You ask indecently and domineeringly.

He no longer left you in charge, he turned you over on the couch, getting on top of you and engraved on the walls of his heart, every inch of you. Your sweet and inappropriate smiles of a devil. And there was also an angel in you. And he doesn't know who he likes more. But he's sure he'd love every character.

He took her from behind, and gave her a slap on her buttocks that reverberated through the walls, only they would know what they did. No one else would need it, however, he couldn't bear it, and he would make her pay. His price was going to be charged.

As he takes you from behind, he rigorously pulls your hair that he has grabbed a handful of, and whispers in the shell of your ear:

"You woke the dragon here, now you will be eaten, swallowed. I will breathe fire on you, inside you." That was so erotic, that you let out a little scream, before biting your lips and melting.

And you let him devour you like a hungry dragon. He began to slide over you, press into you. Deep, and rough. But there was still care, and the loving side there.

"That's what you want, to be filled, baby. So say it, words, love, words."

"What words?" Now, you act like a fool.

"I guess the key words?" He growled.

"Bad words?" You have signed your contract with the devil, with hell.

He smiled, laughed insanely, and pulled your hair. And he filled you, until your core had been kissed by the strength of him against you. Your core had never been so grateful for your bud holding him. It was hot, completely hot. And you melted like ice cream.

"You're my ice cream, and I'm going to lick you all over" Joe signs and then slides his mouth over your buttocks as he lifts you up, with you whimpering like a baby without your pacifier.

He continued to lick you every inch, and you felt yourself melting like ice cream in the sun. But it felt good, too good, his tongue dancing over every curve of your body. He ran his firm hands down her belly, and up to her breasts, quickly removing her shirt. Joe squeezed each pair, tightly, saying.

"You're mine, only mine, brat."

"Fill me with your babies"...

You groaned and took a deep breath. And then he filled her, moving his body a little toward her, and filled her completely, until they both fell on the couch, one on top of the other.

"Ah, your gift. "He walks away, still naked and hands you a small box.

You smile, warmed by his warmth, then placing his hand on your thigh.

"What… no, Joeeey, I didn't need this gift… Baby, I already told you that you are the greatest gift the heavens gave me!"

"Open this soon, silly. I really hope my girl likes it." Even though he was unsure, there was a hint of anxiety and euphoria.

"Okay…" You roll your eyes and smile. He starts to unwrap it and finds a delicate pendant marked with his name.

"Mm… The pendant was for you to remember that you are my favorite artist. You are so good at creating, every single day I hope you have this insight, don't be shy, my girl. Undress for the world, ok, undress your art. You are mine!" You thought Joe was so sweet, jealous but always knowing that his wife was an independent artist and admired that about you, before any other attribute.

Their eyes fill with emotion, as if they had been hosed down with cold water, but during a sweltering summer.

"Put it around my neck, please?" You ask and he gently removes the cord from your hand. Pull your hair forward until it touches your chest. And after dressing you in the pendant, he places several warm kisses on the back of your neck.

When you turn to him you notice the damage to the room.

"God, what a mess." You look at the room full of thrown clothes and pillows thrown aside. Joe laughs at her reaction and doesn't stop loving her expressions, from the angry one to the one that recognizes the almost perfect damage.

"You're my favorite mess, the person who taught me bad words today. I just love you, I love you so much." He turns your face and you feel his soft, cotton-like fingers lining your jaw. And you smile, so beautifully at Joe and he pulls you in for a kiss, and warm, messy hugs. After all, between dirty and offensive swear words, you learned every day that each other's mess was the true essence that you had to keep beyond a promise in your entire life. You and Joe would be the messy sides that other people didn't want to be in, but you wanted to dive deeper and deeper into that mess that you were together.

heyy If you like, reblog, wharever, just support me 💗sorry, if it was too short✨✨

[drlrdfsn-girls]

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hey!! thanks for stopping to read this. I'm the moderator speaking, and this is the introduction to my ask blog for my OCS in a fangan idea I have!

fangan info: probably won't be released anytime soon. all the characters will be female, except for 2 non binary people! we only have a few designs currently. feel free to ask any questions as long as they're appropriate for minors to answer! the fangan will probably take form in an audio series like tetro Danganronpa pink!

now.. let's do intros, me first!

hi, im the mod, and my names chihiro! I really like all sorts of fangans, and I'm a voice actor in quite a few! if you have an ask for me, just specify it's for the mod!

hi everyone!! I'm Sol! it's super cool to be on a blog, omg! 😄 I love questions, so feel free to ask me anything! ok, I'll pass the phone over to my best friend now!!

I'm not your best friend, sol. I don't care about you. anyways.. my name is lune, and I'm also here. if you're gonna ask me questions, don't give me any bullshit, and keep it worth my time. don't be surprised if I'm mean.

hey hey heyyy! I'm kimora waltz, and I'm a dancer! fitting name, ikr?? LMAO!! ok, anyways... if you wanna ask me something, ask me anything! I love questions! don't be shy, I don't bite! ..unless you want me to. ok, ok, I'll stop! love you!! bye!

hey. I'm Lilith graves. I'm a guitarist. I don't really know what else to put, so I'll leave it at this. if you wanna send me an ask, you know what to do.

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hey guys! my name is Raine, and I'm a cheerleader! I don't like talking very much, so don't be surprised if taiyo steps in for me sometimes. we're... friends. if you have any questions for me, I'll do my best to answer!

hello. my name is taiyo. Raine probably mentioned me, no? I'm a librarian, if that matters. I don't care about what you do, just don't bother me or Raine, please. if you have an ask for me, go for it.. quietly.

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and that's all of our cast currently! we all hope you consider sending us an ask!! thanks so much!

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Snippets of my 4th wall fic:

Jo was literally so confused. She was walking her dog around the neighborhood when her dog started barking and ran off into the woods dragging Joanna with him.

"PETE NO!"

He leads her to a clearing in the woods where there's a guy in a very strange cosplay. I guess it wasn't weird for people to cosplay in public but they are in the woods.

Pete runs up to the guy and jumps all over him. He's wearing a hellfire shirt and ripped jeans. She's seen better at hot topic.

She runs up to them embarrassed.

"Pete! Get off of him! I'm sorry dude I don't know what's gotten into him."

The guy gives her a strange look and starts to walk away. She still feels bad and decides to test her luck with the stranger.

"Woah Munson, cool gay pride shirt!"

The guy spins around glares at her. "What?"

"Oh sorry dude, it's this meme that came out when- WAIT actually I'm not sorry. Don't be homophobic in 2024 this is getting ridiculous, grow up."

"WHAT" random guy yells.

"Yeah dude times are changing keep up. Anyway...I'm gonna go." She should've known better than to talk to strangers in the woods. As soon as she starts walking he follows her. She starts sprinting until she's out of breathe, he's gaining on her.

"Wait!" He's yelling. "How did you know?! WAIT PLEASE!!"

He finally catches her and she falls onto her back covered in leaves.

She's hyperventilating and trying to get away from him. "Know what?!"

He's trying to stop her from struggling.

"Will you just- uh quit it- my name how did you know my name?"

"I didn't!"

"You did!"

"No! I called you Munson that's not your name!"

"Yes! It is!"

She stops struggling and finally focuses on him. He looks different than the actor obviously, but still distinct.

"No way." He eyes widen. "Eddie?"

"Yeah." He gets off her and puts some distance between them. "Do I know you?"

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She's walking around with Eddie trying to reach her house. She's trying not to freak out and she thinks she's doing moderately well.

There's a car behind them that keeps beeping until it pulls up next to them.

"Joanna." Ugh. Him.

"Hello Thomas."

"Jo! Don't call me that!"

"What do you want Tom."

"I'm just curious who your new friend is? You don't normally hang out with strange guys."

She stares at him until she's squinting. Then grabs Eddie's arm and walks in the opposite direction, flipping Tom off.

Eddie is laughing at her but he looks confused.

"That was cool kid, who is that guy?"

"First of all I'm a year younger than you so you can stop with that. Secondly, Tom is my neighbor. We were really close best friends until a couple of years ago. He changed. I changed. So is life. He still keeps an eye on me and definitely will snitch to my mom about this. I wouldn't worry about it. Hopefully we'll find a way to get you back to your dimension before dinner."

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She walks into family video listening to the chime of the bells drown out the loud thoughts in her brain.

Robin, or who she assumes is Robin is popping her gum when she spots her.

"Hi welcome to family video let me know if I can help you," she drones on, bored.

Eddie is behind her, still not understanding why this stop is important.

Jo is happy she runs up to Robin, definitely freaking her out.

"Hi!" Man could she be any louder.

"Hi?"

"Are you a friend of Dorothy?"

Eddie sputters behind her while Robin turns pale.

"W-What?"

"Oh! Don't worry! I am too!"

Eddie is freaking out behind her waving his arms and making sound effects.

"Jo! You can't just-"

"Oh relax, I just wanted to see if what transferred into canon was real."

Robin hasn't blinked.

"Um," Jo waves her hand in front of Robin's face trying to gage a reaction.

"Is he here?"

"Is who here?"

She giggles. It's exactly like the script.

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Hi! This is the fic I was talking about in my previous post :) I'll be writing a couple of new ones, some oneshots, hopefully this one is at least a couple of chapters I can see it turning into something big. This is purely fun and is what I think would happen if we could interact w characters. This will definitely be rewritten differently in the actual chapters.

Comment if you like this and think I should continue!

This fic was also inspired by the Eddie cosplayer who made direct eye contact with me during a Journey song playing at 80s night. Creepy. Wig was TERRIBLE.

[sainz100]

re your tags... it's not just a you problem! I am definitely on that same wavelength with you!

It's definitely been a weird time the last six months, and it doesn't exactly feel good seeing how things are now. And then, having to wrestle with the parasocialism of feeling like that adds a whole layer of uncomfortable.

It's rough, and I'm right there with you!

thank you so much anon for this!! ❤️💌❤️ I appreciate you & this note!!! it's always consoling to know others feel the same way but sorry too because its been rough and weird but hopefully better soon ❤️‍🩹 I completely agree (and also ended up yapping way more than needed below the cut haha!) tl;dr - i miss him and it hurts in that parasocial way to keep being disappointed, but thankful the connections and creation here are what keeps on going ✨❤️✨

Ahhh I do care about DR a great deal!! for real, the one-sided element of "of course I don't actually know this guy but I did love watching him in the world of F1 & how he made me feel..." Others have said this in much more profound ways than I can, but that's why I love sports!! It's the catharsis of struggle and that unrelenting hope!! I love these blorbs and rooting for them! And on top of that, I love the community of fans and all the amazing art folks create from that shared passion AHH INCREDIBLE ❤️ but this is the first time in my f1 fan experience a driver who I loved a lot has left. It happens (and will happen again and again) but...it does hurt! You get used to that cadence and that unrelenting Daniel hope now has nowhere to go... ever since September, I've kept having to kick the hope further along.....like "oh, definitely after the season we'll hear something....oh, definitely after dts drops we'll hear something...oh, DEFINITELY after Liam is dropped we'll hear-" nothing! No news, just ads. Leftover projects from a cut-short timeline. Not even a peep from DR himself for the well-intentioned but yikesely-partnered vcarb F1A moment (WHERE was this man's exit clause for these deals...Zack!!!?? The cause is great but its VACRB for crying out loud!!!!) 😪

Soooo....now what? For me, it's relegating the idea of DR into a new part of my brain where Seb and Mika and Jensen live 🏡 I like to see them! and wish them the best!! but I don't have to know what they're up to or who they hang with. I might have a little curiosity and make some gifs (Mika is so forkingggg hot as well so 🤤 that always piques my interest hehehe) so I'll always be intrigued!! But it kinda makes me sad to see for DR because it's so raw and soon, I'm not ready to give up hope 😭 like, I see him (doing kinda zoinksatronga behavior and intriguing company-keeping) and I just go 'aww beans, it really is over' all over again (coupled with usually a little bit of 'wtf' and '😬' and '...is he okay?') but its none of my beeswax I suppose. I have only a baseline moderate curiosity in the personal goings-ons of f1 drivers and their luxe lives, let alone just...a business-minded rich guy dicking around while unemployed with kinda cringe inducing podcast men, seemingly reveling in how little he gives his fans 🥲 It seems almost comically pointed at this point haha. I get being off the grid and saying fuck the media but....damn girl...nada, huh? It's sooooo very silent, like maybe fea included me. Ah thats awfully negative! Certainly I'm being over-dramatic and disproportionally dissapointed. He probably is dealing with a ton of hurt from social media and obviously way more than I'll ever know.

The guy I fell in love in this sports world is just one side of a real dude, a side tailored for public eye that gets added into the DR brain file with earnest glimpses of Daniel and all his past career highs and lows plus dazzling headcanons and beautiful gifs and fun videos and silly memes and lovely dreams and incredible fics, refracted over and over with how you see him and how I see him and how everyone sees him making an impossible level of depth to who DR is. DR is just a guy. But I miss that, the building and continuous unfurling of the experience of adding and learning and searching and sharing. And it still exists!! ❤️ in fan spaces and in enjoying the past and in writing and in art and in hilarious tags and in asks like this, that enjoyment keeps on going. I certainly will still always enjoy DR! It's different (and I'm hella overthinking it and waxing poetic to feel my own oats 🙂‍↕️) but that's the point of all this? Catharsis and connection and hope for better things on the horizon? And tbh maybe that unrelenting hope just burns a bit smaller right now for DR in my heart ❤️‍🩹 but it still keeps on going 🕯️It's never over!! Maybe...something IS just around the corner. Hehe anyways!! Waahhh I wrote too much!! But I kinda needed a moment to vent (especially after a hard day irl) so thank you anon for opening up this opportunity to yap. It means a lot to share and feels good to write!! Thank you & hope anyone reading this is doing well, too ❤️❤️❤️

[honeysuckle-venom]

Warning: weight loss mention (no in depth discussion about feelings yet)

So. Those of you who keep up to date with my personal posts will know that on Monday I saw a new hepatologist to discuss my many (non-cancerous) liver tumors and what to do about them.

The answers I got were more or less what I expected. Thankfully, I don't need any scary procedures any time soon, and possibly won't ever need surgery, which would be fantastic. As I suspected, I'm not a good candidate for resection anyway. Since I'm largely asymptomatic we don't need to look into something like trans arterial embolization right now, let alone transplant. Yay! Also, they said I can safely eat moderate amounts of soy, which is great, because I like soy based foods. That's the good news.

There were a few pieces of bad news. The first was that while I knew I couldn't be on estrogen based birth control, they said it wouldn't be safe for me to risk progesterone based birth control either. I have to stay off entirely. So that kind of sucks, I hate just getting my period naturally every month, the pmdd symptoms are so much worse that way. But I'll take horrible cramps and mental health struggles over tumor growth.

And speaking of mental health struggles being preferable to tumor growth, the other thing that was made very clear to me was that I absolutely must lose weight. Estrogen production increases with large amounts of fatty tissue, and the doctor said that's the main reason these tumors are worsened by weight gain. She thinks that the amount of tumor growth they found was within the margin of error, so it's possible it didn't grow, but if it did grow it's likely because I gained some weight in the past year. (They're going to look at all my MRIs during rounds next week with a radiologist to see if it really grew or not). It was made very clear to me that the only way to get them to shrink is to lose weight, and that if I don't or if I gain weight I'm at serious risk of them growing.

So. Weight loss. Apparently not super optional. I mean, I know I have bodily autonomy, I could decide not to lost weight technically, but yeah the consequences here are serious and not worth messing around with. Which means for the first time since I was an anorexic teenager I will be trying to lose weight.

I have...a lot of conflicting feelings about that, but this post is already long and I feel like those feelings should go in their own post so I can adequately explain and trigger warn. So. I'll stop here for now.

[fragileizywriting]

luka, okay, does not hide his problems really well. which, duh, because she's known him since, like, forever, but also he's just not good at it at all. there's no reason for it. this man just can't keep a poker face for his life. one look at his direction when he comes in through the door, already shouldering off his music bag and setting down his violin case, marinette can tell that he's tense and buzzing with a rolling boil of a headache.

he will attempt to wave it off.

"you should lay down," she blurts out, instead of a greeting. he's on a mission to untie his shoes. he's learned his lesson about walking around the house with shoes. she'd made sure to get his ankles with the broom. he'd laughed off the purple splotches, calling her a mini sabine, only to apologize when she'd chased him across the deck of the libertwo for that one.

"hmm? oh, no. i'm okay."

all she does is snort. "be honest. what happened?"

nawh, but he's busy with the shoelaces still. he's got a lot of string to take care of. he's tall with feet to match, these large paddles that thump like cinderblocks when he lets go of each shoe on the rug just in front of the entryway door.

"nothing. just tired," is his clipped reply.

worry bleeds out of her own shoulders, giving him a look. a look. not only is he tense, but he smells like it; desperation comes off of him in waves, permeating the air with exhaustion, with timidness, with some kind of hesitation that she's learned to sense from him after so long. it's compounded with the scent of hurt, something she doesn't smell all that often, but it's an undertone. a foundation. a baseline, something that she can't quite reach.

it makes her get up.

it makes her meet him at the doorframe.

it makes her reach up and cup her fingers on his neck.

instantly, he's looking down at her, no longer attempting to stamp a placid coolness into his expression. his neck is thick. she can feel his adam's apple bob underneath her fingertips. with the skill of someone who's known him since the beginning of time, she finds his glands, and wills herself to be as gentle as she possibly can, hoping that he finds comfort in her touch. feather-light, a perfect and sweet thing, because she wants him to feel taken care of.

"talk to me," she whispers, a sense of compassion overtaking her to the point her toes curl. "what happened, luka?"

he almost sags into her arms, but has enough intuition not to, or else the two of them would collapse onto the floor from his weight. his size. just his hand is bigger than both of hers. "i have a horrible headache."

"just that?"

"no..."

"tell me."

"i can't stand being an alpha, sometimes. i just don't fit anywhere."

she collects him into a hug, right around the ribs. she doesn't crush him, even though she should, instead just hugging him moderately tight and humming in gentle pleasure of how his arms settled around her shoulders in the correct way. "you fit perfectly right here, you know."

"oh, god," he murmurs. "you're gonna make me cry."

"don't do that! you should lie down instead."

"the headache will pass soon, now that i'm home with you."

"it'll pass quicker if you take care of yourself, right?" she's very good at not staring at his lips, because this is more important. "you take care of me all the time, don't you?"

"hhmmmm."

"go to bed," she lobbies. "take a shower first, obviously. leave the lights off. close the curtains. take a nap after a cold shower, and i'll bring you some medicine and food." a smoothie wouldn't be ideal, even though it would be cooling, because the noise would be too painful. "i'll make you something cold so you can feel it sting your fangs. how's that sound?"

"come to bed with me."

"you need food."

"i need you," he corrects, bending at the waist to stick his nose against her neck. it's cold. she can't stop the eep that follows. "just you," he murmurs, right against her gland. she will not be held responsible for any foot stomping she might do, in an attempt to not choke on snorts from how much it tickles. "come lay down on me for a bit. let me just... smell you. you make me feel whole again."

"i'll join you in bed after i get you hydrated, okay?" whoops. at least he doesn't flinch when she does kick. "go, go, go to bed, go on— i'll join you in a bit. ice-cold water in your waterbottle, luka, and some paracetamol. i'll be there in a few minutes, i promise."

he takes forever to pull away.

his eyes shine with love when he does.

[atomic-lola]

Is Morrowind worth playing for the first time 20 years later? 

Obviously, it depends on who you are as a player. I'm a huge Elder Scrolls (TES) nerd, and my entry point for the series was Oblivion, and I figured it was about time I try the 3rd game, Morrowind. 

My overall impressions of (a moderately modded) Morrowind? Eh, it was pretty fun, but I wouldn't replay it again necessarily. I know lots of people absolutely love it and it's their favorite TES game, but that may be a little bit of nostalgia talking (I have a theory that your first TES game is your favorite TES game), since the game has some real flaws, given its age and despite that. The main quest has some weird jumps in pacing and the whole main plot seems rather fuzzy and confusing while you're completing the first zillion fetch quests. And there's a lot of fetch and other trivial quests in this game overall. I also did not enjoy how there's essentially no overarching plot (really) for most of the factions or guilds, as there is in later TES games. I completed the Fighter's, Mage's, Imperial Cult, and House Hlaalu factions, and they're mostly just a big ole bunch of fetch quests that aren't really tightly connected. I also got really tired of the "wikipedia links" that compose dialog in this game: you end up just bouncing around all the links and conversations become very confusing and disjointed. My biggest beef, however, was the dang map. It's not great, and since there's no quest markers, you can end up wandering around forever trying to find something for a fetch quest. The wiki has a fantastic map, and I couldn't have completed this game without alt-tabbing to view it, but a good map is absolutely essential for an open-world game, in my opinion: it's better for playability and accessibility. The journal is also a disaster in that it's purely chronological. This is typical of games of its era (looking at you, original Baldur's Gate), but it's really frustrating to deal with.

Those gripes out of the way, there's a lot I did enjoy about Morrowind:

1. The vibes are fantastic. It feels like an alien world. Bethesda did a great job designing a fantasy setting that is just ~weird~ and immersive

2. There's multiple paths to completing some guild quests and the main quest, which I appreciated

3. Characters really reacted to you based on faction, stage of the main quest you're in, etc.

4. Exploration is super fun. The best part of this game, I feel, is just wandering around - without somewhere to be! If you're trying to find somewhere in particular it is frustrating as hell - enjoying the vibes and going spelunking in random dungeons

5. The dungeons are fun! they're short and have interesting loot and baddies to fight

Overall, I enjoyed my time in Morrowind, but for me personally, I don't have much interest in trying out other character builds or factions beyond what I already have. I think it's worth trying if: 1) you're a TES nerd, or 2) you're an old-school RPG fan or someone who has the patience to enjoy old-school approaches to journals, stats, combat, etc. If you're someone who wants or needs a more modern RPG experience, then I think you can pass on this (or watch a Let's Play on Youtube).

If you're interested in knowing which mods I used and recommend for my playthrough as a first-timer, I'll be sharing those soon in another post, so stay tuned!

[paleparearchive]

Reason for Anger

Bazille's Peaceful Tea Time 4★ story (3/3) ( 1 - 2 - 3 )

Location: city (evening) ; café (evening) | Characters: Bazille, Renoir, Monet, Sisley

Bazille: Hm? That's…

Sisley: What a huge crowd.

Bazille: Right. Is it some kind of street performance? No, that's wrong. That's…

Sisley: Huh!? Monet and Renoir…?

Bazille: Jeez. What are those two doing?

Monet's voice: Aah! Found you, Bazille!! Everyone, thank you! Let's go, Renoir!

Renoir's voice: Ah, that's true. Ladies, thank you. I found who I was looking for, see you soon.

Monet: BAZILLEEEE! I'M SORRYYYY!!

Renoir: I'm really sorry about that. I'll be careful from now on... as much as I can.

Bazille: … Sigh. Did you guys go to all that trouble to gather all those people and go on a big search just to tell me that?

Monet: 'Cause I felt bad…

Renoir: Also, those ladies earlier told me about a nice café. We'll treat you to a little something to make up for it, okay, Bazille?

Bazille: … God. Guess I have no choice, I'll take a drink.

Monet: Hooray, that's it! Aight, let's get goin'!

Renoir: Thank you. Now, quick, quick! Over here, Bazille! You too, Sisley!

Bazille: H-Hey, you two! Don't pull my arms like that!

Renoir: I hear that their grape tarts are very delicious. The grape tea is also recommended.

Monet: They got grape juice, grape ice cream and grape parfaits! And then…

Bazille: Hold on. I can't eat that much at once.

Monet: Let's all share it. I'm lookin' forward to it! Alright, let's hurry!

Bazille: Wait, Monet! I'm coming, so let go of me! Sisley's not laughing either... Wait, not you too, don't push me! Hey!

Sisley: Fufu. It's how we feel, so give it up, Bazille.

Bazille: … Jeez. I can't help it.

—

Monet: Wooah! This cake's super good! Here. Try it, Bazille!

Bazille: Okay. I got it. Don't point the fork at me. I'm not saying "aaah", okay!?

Monet: Huuh, but it's okay. We're friends, so no need to be embarrassed now, riiight?

Bazille: It's not like I'm embarrassed.

Renoir: Now now, Monet. We're outside. Even I would be embarrassed, you know?

Sisley: Right, I'll get another plate.

Monet: Mmmmh. But it's so good…

Bazille: I'm not saying I won't eat it.

(Sure, everything at this cafe is delicious… Did they go out of their way to find my favorite grapes? I guess they both learned their lesson this time. Did I look that angry to them? Well, this will make them put the art supplies in order for a while... I hope so.)

Sisley: Come to think of it, you went to the general store, right, Bazille?

Bazille: Yeah. And the art supply store. Monet, take this.

Monet: Hm? What's this…?

Bazille: A new paintbrush. I broke yours when I stepped on it.

Monet: Huh!? Ya went out of your way to find the same one and buy it for me!?

Bazille: You would've been in trouble if you didn't have it. You've been doing well lately, after all.

Monet: No way, even if it's my fault… Thanks, though.

Renoir: Ah. Is that why you were late getting back?

Bazille: No? I was purposely wasting time, hoping to give you a little scolding.

Monet: Uuuh…

Bazille: … I was only half joking. I've destroyed an important tool for a painter's job. I was also reminding himself of this. I, too, need to be a little more careful.

Renoir: Yeaaah… If you get any more stoic, I don't want you to be suffocating.

Monet: That's true…

Bazille: You guys need to be a little more stoic.

Sisley: U-Uhm… In moderation, right, guys…!