#lemons 25 days of christmas

[mytheoristavenue]

Day 8-

OP Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader - Winter Proposal

Summary: While walking through a snowy farmer's market, Sanji asks you an important question.

Warning: pure fluff, very short/rushed

You smiled to yourself, inhaling the aroma coming off of the disposable cup of hot chocolate in your hands. The foam dish warmed your fingertips as you took a sip, waiting for Sanji to finish up at a fish stand. Just then, he glanced back up to see you waiting, and cut his interaction with the fisherman short, before tucking what he'd ought into a wicker basket.

"Sorry, I just had to," he said sheepishly. "I haven't seen this kinda stuff since I left the East Blue. It was one our signature dishes on the Baratie, you're gonna love it-" You could hardly keep track of him when he got like this, rambling on about food and ingredients and the different was they can be used.

"I'm sure I will," you giggled. "I love anything you make."

Sanji suddenly fell nearly silent as his stare fell downcast. "I know you do..." he muttered under his breath. The truth was, you weren't a very picky eater, he could serve you rotten salad with wilted lettuce and you'd eat it. You were never wasteful or gluttonous like other people he knew. If he ever made something experimental that nobody liked, he could always count on you to give him a five star rating.

"What's the matter?" you asked, tilting your head and stepping in front of him, forcing your face into his line of sight.

"Oh, nothing." he dismissed with a melancholic smile.

"Come on, Sanji," you pressed. "Obviously something's bothering you! You're all quiet now."

"I guess I just have something on my mind is all..." he trailed, brushing passed you to continue on the path again.

"Well, out with it!" you pouted, pulling on his sleeve, making him stop again.

"It's not the right time." he insisted, pulling you along.

"The right time for what?" you whined, beginning to become impatient with him.

"You're not going to let it go, are you?" he finally asked, giving you a glimmer of hope. You shook your head persistently, prompting him to sigh and dig into his pocket. "Just remember, if this isn't perfect, you forced it out of me." he teased, sinking to his left knee. Gazing up at you with that sweet, charming smile of his, he offered you a ring. It was a simple silver band, speckled with tiny diamonds and a teardrop-shaped sapphire as the centerpiece.

Tears immediately began rolling down your cheeks as you slapped your palm to your lips in disbelief. "S-Sanji..."

"You've always been my biggest fan, (Y/N). My taste tester when I'm unsure, my sous chef when I need help, and when nobody else likes my food, I know you do. You're my biggest support and I want you by my side forever."

"S-Sanji..." you sniffled, cheeks blushed and snowflakes catching on your hair. "I don't know what to say..."

"Say yes..." he beamed, tears pricking his eyes as he grabbed your left hand and slid the ring onto your finger. "Please bel amour?"

Finally catching up with the world around you, you quickly nodded your head, sobbing as you fell to your knees with him. "Yes, a million times, yes!" you cried into his chest. "I'd love to!"

"Thank you mon tresor," Sanji sighed, pulling you closer, not caring about the market goers passing you by. "C'mon, let's finish the shopping and get back tot he ship. I'm gonna make you somehting extra special."

[vadavadabobada]

I don’t think I’ll do every day but here’s day 1 of 25 days of Jashlings/Jashmas

[biillys]

yo merry christmas i'm thinking about christmas at the hargrove-mayfield's house throughout the years

wanna think about their first christmas together as a family, maybe before neil and susan even got married, or maybe just after. wanna think about what susan got billy for that first december 25th that they knew each other and what neil bought for max. did neil just pass that duty off to susan and stick his name on the from: section of the gift tag or did he put effort in and actually go to the shops and try and find something, specifically for his new step-daughter.

wanna think about the following few christmas' in california where billy never heard from his mom, never even got a fucking christmas card, but max heard from her dad; spending the time between christmas breakfast and christmas lunch on the phone, thanking him for the present he sent in the mail. wanna think about susan listening in, hearing her ex sounding distant and barely focused, agreeing with everything their daughter says, and biting her tongue; half relieved max hasn't picked up on the fact that sam's handwriting and her own is exactly the same, and half mad that sam's willing to take the credit without even blinking.

wanna think about their last christmas in california where they don't even realise it's their last one there; billy hitting his stride in being the worlds moodiest and most hard done by teenager, max following quick in his footsteps. wanna think about how all the gifts hand-picked by susan would be too lame and embarrassing to be thankful for, both kids screwing their nose up at most presents. maybe billy and max exchanging small gifts that christmas becos they haven't been at each others throats all year, only some, and susan thought it would be nice.

wanna think about their first christmas in hawkins, with things still so messy and uncomfortable and rough, but somehow settling into it like it's their new normal. wanna think about it being cold as fuck, none of them prepared for hawkins winters, and everyone walking on eggshells around each other and pretending it's fine. wanna think about max growing up and officially moving into her teenage years and billy counting down the days until he leaves them, adulthood so close yet still so fucking far. wanna think about them all sitting down for christmas dinner and billy barely being acknowledged, things still so tense even though it's been almost two months since everything went to shit, and max forcing out answers every time susan tries to keep the conversation flowing, her doing her best to carry the christmas spirit.

wanna think about a world where there's no living nightmares, no government conspiracies, and no death, but billy still spirals out of control anyway, feeling trapped and cornered in an unfamiliar town with unfamiliar people, his only solution to lash out and fight, anger and violence and distrust being all he knows. wanna think about max coming to the realisation that there's bigger monsters than her asshole step-brother, that maybe billy isn't the start of everyone's problems, just always somehow the end of them. want her to trace the line back to the source and realise neither of them ever stood a fucking chance.

wanna think about a christmas where billy's eighteen and max is fifteen, and they still live on cherry lane, and neil still fucking sucks, and susan still fucking tries, and everything's still awkward, the four of them never quite becoming the family unit their parents try to pretend them to be, but maybe billy and max get along these days, in a way they never could when they were younger, them going from being against each other to realising it's team up or be picked apart.

max gives him a present she saved up for for months, maybe as they're all going to bed, and billy raises an eyebrow at her before sighing and unwrapping it, still too fucking stubborn to be able to say thank you, but somehow brave enough to reach a hand into his room and grab out a present he got for her, and it's unwrapped cos he hasn't wrapped a present since his mom left, so max does her little sister duty and tells him she loves the wrapping and effort he put into it, before actually looking at what he got her, and he walks into his room and closes the door before she can even acknowledge it for the gift it is.

wanna think about billy eventually moving out, but not making it far; too fucking broke to live out his dreams of going home. wanna think about neil clapping him on the back on moving day and telling him he's done good, that this is what growing up is. graduating school, getting a job, moving out, providing for yourself. that's what makes a man. that it was rough there for a while, and he was worried, but he's glad to see his son's shaped up and straightened out finally, thanks to his solid parenting. wanna think about billy having no idea how to react, thinking that's the closest he'll ever get to his dad saying he's proud of him. wanna think about max helping him move and helping him chose a couch, claiming it has to be comfortable enough to sleep on when she crashes there on school breaks. want billy to tell her to get fucked, but buy the couch she picked out anyway.

wanna think about his first christmas out of home, and how how he probably feels indifferent about it at best, and pain about it at worst. christmas was never like the movies growing up, no matter how much susan tried, so it's not like being alone and having no decorations or presents is going to hurt, but he has enough memories of his mum, and a few moments over the years from when max and susan tried, and there's such a build up and fucking atmosphere about it all in hawkins that he can't escape it even if he tried, and he's starting to realise maybe he's really fucking lonely.

wanna think about neil calling him up and billy answering, cos now that they don't live in the same house and billy's finally taking responsibility for his own life, neil's like a whole new person. he wants to do father-son shit like talk about cars, offer advice about fixing the kitchen sink, tell him when to hire someone to fix something and when you should be able to fix something yourself, wants to watch sports games and crack open a beer on a saturday afternoon, and billy makes up reasons to say no most of the time, but sometimes he caves and says yes, cos there's a small part of him that's always wanted this. wanna think about neil calling and asking billy when he's coming over for christmas, saying that susan's cooking his favourite. wanna think about billy not even knowing what his favourite is, but saying he'll be at breakfast by 7:30am before he can stop himself.

wanna think about billy staying 'til afternoon and max raising an eyebrow at him, muttering don't you have a home to go to? while they clean up after lunch, but then neil offers him a beer, so he ignores her, and listens when his dad says he's welcome to stay for dinner, too. wanna think about billy and max smoking a joint out the back while their parents end the day with a christmas movie, and max turns to him and asks him what neil's deal is these days, and billy shrugs her off, too stubborn to look at it all too closely.

wanna think about billy pulling some money out of his wallet cos he has some now, and he didn't have time to get a present, too busy working overtime, but he has cash, so that'll do. wanna think about max handing him a new zippo, then somehow unearthing a whole-ass wrapped present, and when he opens it, it's a set of cheap fake glass cups, becos billy doesn't have any yet and every time she comes over she has to drink something either directly from the bottle in the fridge or remember her own drink bottle, and it's a housewarming gift, asshole, and this isn't my house, billy thinks, this isn't my fucking home, but it's also all he's got, so he finds a place for them in the cupboard above the sink, and max hunts them down the next time she's over first thing.

wanna think about christmas' in their future, when max moves out, when they're in their 20's and 30's, maybe billy keeps coming home, finding an uneasy peace with his dad reserved for special occasions only, the only few times of the year he's willing to lie to himself and pretend things were never as bad as his memories made them out to be, or maybe everything eventually crumbles, and billy finally gets to put some real distance between them, and finally then, he can breathe and stop pretending.

maybe max continues going, her seeing her mom try and so she puts in the effort to try as well, and maybe that works for a while, maybe even a lifetime, but maybe it doesn't, and by the time both her and billy are closer to 30 than 20, the only family they see on christmas is each other, and billy never wraps her presents, and max only gets him practical things, and they drink and bitch most of the time, but it's so much easier to exist in each others space when they don't have to act and pretend and play parts.

[rebelliousstories]

Rooftop

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Donnie Darko x Reader

Fandom: Donnie Darko

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Mental Illness and Medications

Word Count: 1,229

Main Masterlist: Here

Jake Gyllenhaal and Co. Masterlist: Here

Summary: It’s not snowing, and it’s not terribly cold right now. But a quiet night on the roof is much needed to get away from the shenanigans down below.

Consider Donating: Here

There was a party raging on downstairs. A party that Donnie wanted no part in. His entire family gathered around and it was too much. He could not even ask his girlfriend to come over because she had a creative writing assessment for AP English to get done over the break. Everyone’s voices were both too loud for him, and not loud enough to quiet the ones in his head. There were too many smells, overlapping and bothering his senses.

Which is why Donnie found himself on the roof. Cool night air blew across his skin which aided in him not being so overwhelmed. All the chatter inside was contained to the house. That smell that could only be described as a moonlit winter night wafted around him. Rubbing his arms for a bit of warmth, Donnie was starting to regret not wearing a jacket out tonight.

However a piece of fabric was draped around his shoulders which trapped in some heat. It was then that he could hear the noises from inside get louder, the muffle once more. The wafting smell of cookies followed after whoever had come out to his little spot.

“Hey, Donnie.” A sweet voice called. Holding the blanket tighter, he turned and smiled when he saw her; his best friend in the whole world who, thankfully, agreed to be his girlfriend a few months ago.

“Hey. What are you doing here,” he asked, letting her sit next to him. Opening the blanket, he allowed her to scoot in close. In her hands was a plate of cookies, complete with his favorite lemon iced cookies that she made for him whenever he asked.

“Your mom called me. Said you had disappeared and no one could find you.” She picked up one of the gingerbread men and brought it to his lips, but he just pouted. Rolling her eyes playfully, she dropped the cookie back on the plate before grabbing a lemon one instead. Donnie happily opened his mouth for the sweet bite of heaven, and let out a groan as he tasted the deliciousness on his tongue.

“I’m fine, sweetie. You know me.” He replied through a mouthful of cookie goodness. Giggling, she placed her hand over his mouth to close it.

“I know, but she was worried about you. How are you feeling?” He gave her a thumbs up but got lost in something over her shoulder.

“Donnie,” she groaned, “have you been taking your meds?”

“Yes. I have. There are lights going off behind you.” Relieved, she turned to where he was now pointing. Another house on the block had a light show going on, and it was captivating. Smiling back at her boyfriend, she turned in his hold to now rest against his chest as his arms wrapped snuggly around her.

“Those are so pretty. Who’s house it that?” Her eyes were enraptured with the display.

“No clue.” Donnie replied, nudging his nose into her cheek to grasp her attention. Turning, she chuckled at his childish way of opening his mouth. And yet, she still found herself placing a gingerbread man this time.

She began to nibble one a Christmas tree sugar cookie, enjoying the sweet icing and sprinkles. Lights twinkled and flashed. Different colors and solid warm white light, all of it bounced off the various decorations in their yard. They could not see it clearly because of their vantage point, but they saw enough to be entertained.

Another windchill swept through, but the couple just sat out there.

“How much did you get through on your assignment?” Donnie suddenly asked, with his head resting on her shoulder to look at the lights.

“Just gotta edit it. But,” she nuzzled his cheek much like he had done hers, “even if I had not started it at all, I would still be here with you.”

Pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his lips, she was about to turn again, but Donnie caught her mouth again. A much deeper lip lock was engaged now, and neither was complaining. She set the plate in her lap, before raising a hand up to cup his jaw.

Pulling away slightly, Donnie started to chuckle. Her eyebrow raised as she traced her eyes over his smiling face.

“You taste like cookies,” he muttered, still chuckling.

“How do you know that it’s not you that tastes like cookies?” She teased, running a hand through his dark hair.

“What if it’s both of us?” Donnie whispered conspiratorially. One look shared between the both of them sent both into a fit of giggles. They both had to be careful not to move too much. Not only so they did not lose the heat of the blanket and each other’s body heat, but also they did not fall off of the roof.

There was silence all around them after a while. Giggles had died off, chatter was reduced, even the music was turned down. It was probably getting late, which Donnie confirmed by looking at his watch. And yet, even with the evening winding down, they remained up there on the roof.

Eventually, the light’s from house across the way did turn off as it neared midnight. Donnie tucked his head against her body inn the crook of her neck, occasionally pressing small kisses to the exposed skin. The night went cold, no longer chilly, very fast. At around fourty-eight degrees Fahrenheit, the couple was truly relying on each other to keep warm. However, breeze of heated air blew past as someone opened a window nearby.

“Hey, lovebirds,” caught their attention. Mrs. Darko was poking her head out of the house towards the kids outside. “Let’s be getting in. Five minutes till midnight.”

Mrs. Darko retreated back into the home while they reluctantly untangled. Shivers ran down their bodies as the freezing breeze swept around them. They hurried into the warmed house, thankful that his mom had decided to turn the heat on. Allowing herself to warm up a bit, she began to make her way to the door.

“I should go to let you sleep.” Her words were not filled with enthusiasm, which Donnie picked up on immediately.

“Stay the night? My mom and your parents already know that you’re here. Please?” He begged prettily, casting those wide puppy eyes to her that he knew she could not resist.

“Fine. Can I have some clothes to sleep in?”

With some pep in his step, Donnie set about collecting the perfect shirt and boxers for her to wear. He himself changed into his own pajamas in the bathroom, allowing her the room. Coming back in when he was given the go ahead, the boy was overwhelmed by the site of her in his clothes. It never failed to make him happy just imagining her like this. They fell into the warm covers and soft padding of the bed, wrapping back up into each other’s arms.

“I love you. Thank you for coming,” Donnie whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“You’re welcome. I love you, Donnie,” came her reply, her own kiss finding its home on the base of his throat. As they drifted off to sleep, it was made abundantly clear that all he needed when he was overwhelmed by a party or his own mind, was some roof time with his favorite girl in the whole world.

[jadeshifting]

— 25 DAYS OF SHIFTMAS (DAY 14)

Cookie Cutters — what are some smells that remind you of your DR? why?

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the following is the olfactory roll call of my Hogwarts memories—a blend of nostalgia, magic, and just a hint of drama. bottle it and sell it as a perfume; they say smell is more linked to memory than anything else, so take a whiff

— VANILLA SMOKE & SWEET CHERRIES . the indulgent aroma of Mattheo’s cigarettes and his breath, something forbidden that feels like a dare

— PEPPERMINT & DARK CHOCOLATE . stolen moments in the common room with my signature drink, surrounded by laughter and firelight

— WET STONE & MOSS . the dungeon halls, damp and atmospheric, like stepping into a Gothic novel with a better wardrobe

— FRESHLY POLISHED WOOD . the gleam and smell of my wand after a good maintenance spell, as satisfying as a shiny new pair of boots

— PUMPKIN & HERBS . the Great Hall during feasts, where autumn felt eternal

— PINK PEPPERCORN & WOODSMOKE . the luxurious, smoky-spicy scent of my enchanted autumnal perfume that makes me feel untouchable

— VANILLA TEA . study sessions in the library, complete with Astoria’s enchanted thermos that keeps tea just right

— MINT & CLOVER . a brisk walk by the Black Lake on a windy afternoon, when the world seems fresh and full of possibility

— SANDALWOOD & PATCHOULI . the faint, heady aroma lingering around Professor Snape as he sweeps dramatically down the Potions aisle

— AMBER & CEDARWOOD the musky warmth of Mattheo’s autumnal cologne lingering in the air after a late-night study session turned confession

— SMOKE & SCORCHED HAIR . charms class mishaps, when someone almost nailed a tricky spell, but not quite

— BURNING CANDLEWICK & PLUM . the scent of Astoria’s enchanted study candles, perfect for late-night gossip or existential musings

— HONEY ON TOAST . the cheery aroma wafting from the kitchens when i charm my way into snacks with a house-elf ally

— SALTED MIST . stormy nights when the wind howls through the castle, the walls vibrating with the baritone of thunder

— EUCALYPTUS . the crisp zing of Madam Pomfrey’s healing draughts, a scent that screams “you’ve survived, but just barely”

— CITRUS & CINNAMON . the Christmas season at Hogwarts, when even the coldest dungeons feel a bit warmer

— OLD LEATHER . the peculiar coziness of the Slytherin common room, where every chair has a story (or a secret)

— CARAMEL & APPLES . Hogsmeade weekends, where every corner shop seems dipped in something sweet and irresistible

— RHUBARB & TREACLE . dessert at dinner, where my sweet tooth feels seen (and most definitely spoiled)

— ASH & FIREWORKS . post-Quidditch celebrations, when the sky above Hogwarts sparkles

— BASIL-PEPPERED DIRT . the herbology greenhouses, where chaos blooms as wildly as the magical plants

— INK & WAX . sealed letters from home and scribbled notes passed in class

— TART CRANBERRIES . Slytherin Christmas parties, where the decorations are as sharp as wit of the attendees’

— CIGARETTE SMOKE & WHISKY . Pansy and Theo’s contraband corner in the common room, a vibe both rebellious and ridiculously exclusive

— CRISP FROST & EVERGREEN . early morning walks across the grounds, my boots crunching through the frost, the air biting but exhilarating

— SULFUR & IRON . the faint, unnerving tang of ancient magic in the restricted section of the library

— MARZIPAN & SUGAR GLAZE . the impossibly perfect pastries at the Yule Ball, paired with champagne giggles and side-eye glances

— BLACKCURRANT & LEATHER GLOVES . the lingering trail of Blaise, always too cool and impossibly composed

— ROSEMARY & LEMONS . the sharp tang of fresh-cut herbs in the Great Hall, mingling with sunlight pouring through enchanted windows

— RAIN-SOAKED VELVET & WOOL . the cozy, slightly damp smell of cloaks after dashing in from a storm, cheeks flushed with the thrill of it

— BURNING LOGS . the Slytherin fireplace, crackling with an almost smug energy as we lounge and plot futures

— BURNT PARCHMENT . the crispy scent of midnight essays gone wrong, courtesy of an overly ambitious spell check gone haywire

— SEA SALT & KELP . the damp, briny magic of the Slytherin dorms, whispering secrets of the lake just beyond

— MOLASSES & CINNAMON BARK . morning cinnamon rolls in the Great Hall, warm enough to melt the frost on anyone’s mood

— DANDELION & CHARRED ROOTS . the earthy, weirdly comforting smell of brewing my own concoctions (especially the ones i’m not supposed to)

— ALMOND & BUTTERED RUM . late-night holiday treats in the common room, shared over hushed laughter and whispered secrets

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[rock-dove-radio]

Fun Fact I am affected by heavy synesthesia and decided to document a few silly things! When i read certain words / letters / numbers i see colors and taste things! As well as with listening to music i see visuals and taste things etc Feel free to ask questions i love answering!

Long post but basically i list brain associations so stuff under cut if you care to read

Anyway to the interesting stuff 😋😋

Color Flavors

🔴 - spicy and bitter with some sweetness. Makes my chest hurt

🟠 - Not sweet or sour it's like a uhh a snow cone

🟡 - frostingless sugar cookie

🟢 - butter

🔵 - steak

🟣 - those little mini cake things they have at weddings

⚫ - sweet and crunchy but has a dust residue like a handful sprinkles

⚪ - pineapple gummy bear

💗 - Walmart birthday cake

Colors / shapes i see when listening to artists

Lemon Demon - navy blue trapezoids and red triangles

Tally Hall - yellow circles and white diamonds

Will Wood - green squares and purple spiral circles (?)

Marina - pink bubbles and white sparkles

Lovejoy - light blue arrows facing downward

Penelope Scott - black semicircles

Mitski - slate colored trapezoids

TV Girl - gray rectangle

Weezer - green boing boing dog toy idk how to describe it

TMBG - orange semicircle really stretched

Oingo Boingo - green circles

Letter and Number Color Associations

A🔴 B🔵 C🟡 D🟢 E🟡 F🔴 G🟤 H🟤 I🔵 J🟣 K🟣 L🟣 M🟤 N🔵 O🔵 P🟣 Q⚫ R🔴 S🟡 T🟣 U🟣 V🔵 W🟣 X⚫ Y⚪ Z🔵 0⚪ 1🔵 2🟢 🟡 4🟡 5🔴 6🟢 7🔵 8⚫ 9🔴 10⚫

Day of the week Equations

10 x 0 = Sunday, 100 - 46 = Monday, 25 - 11 = Tuesday, 4 x 4 = Wednesday, 7 x 7 = Thursday, 5 x 5 is Friday, 10 x 5 = Saturday

Day of the Week Colors

Monday is Black Tuesday is dark blue Wednesday is dark green Thursday is dark purple Friday is yellow Saturday is lavender and Sunday is gray I don't make the rules

School Subject Colors

Math is red, Science is green, social studies is blue, literature / English is purple, art is also green

Number Flavors

0 - the chemicals you blow bubbles with when you accidentally get it in your mouth

1 - plain cracker you get in restaurant baskets

2 - gummy worm that's really old

3 - Doritos

4 - hamburger

5 - giant hot apple left in the sun 2 hours

6 - green apple

7 - steak fajita

8 - grape juice

9 - Hot Dog

10 - seat belt

Smells and Tastes regarding Music

Lemon Demon - lavender candle smell, taste like burger

Tally Hall - rusting Metal smell, taste like cold butter just taken out of the fridge

Will Wood - old church carpet smell, tastes like communion wine

Marina - tropical car refreshener smell, taste like putting a pen in your mouth

Lovejoy - smells like sea salt, tastes like sea salt chocolate

Penelope Scott - smells like rotting wood, tastes like Coca Cola

Mitski - smells like soap, tastes like Christmas cookies

TV Girl - smells like perfume drowning out body odor, tastes like ham sandwich that got ketchup on it

Weezer - smells like hamburger, taste like banana

TMBG - smells like antique store, taste like Olive Garden bread

Oingo Boingo - smells like barbecue, tastes like those big ass erasers people would poke with their pencils in elementary school

Misc

My Name - smells like vanilla perfume from bed bath and bodyworks, tastes like cheese pizza, is the color gold

Five Nights at Freddys - smells like cigarettes, tastes like burger (WHY DOES EVERYTHING TASTE/SMELL LIKE BURGER), is the color purple

Electric Dreams 1984 - smell like a city in Mississippi i went to 7 years ago, taste like red velvet cake, is the color hot pink

The number 999 tastes like watermelon

Pinterest app smells like nail polish and popcorn

Spotify taste like Gatorade

[random-mailbox]

Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 49 - Proposals

Today’s stories are all about proposals and I think including them into this list is more spoiler-y than usual. Sorry! But they are all amazing ♥️

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

Walk These Old Roads With Me - @queenrisa14

To reconnect with Usagi after his Galaxia-inflicted disappearance, Mamoru whisks her away to the mountains, trying to get over the chasm that has formed between them.

Let's Try This Again…- @areptiledysfunction1107

To make up for his Galaxia-induced botched proposal at the airport, Mamoru decides to rectify things by taking Usagi to check out the Perseid meteor shower and tell her his wish. This one is a lemon.

King of Earth, Fool of Love (and Fashion) - @midnightdrops

Mamoru finally worked up the courage and made a plan to propose to Usagi. That is until the rest of the senshi got involved “to help”

(Im)perfect Proposal - @kaleidodreams

Helios tries his best to propose to Lady Serenity, with everything going absolutely sideways.

Belonging - @tinacentury

This story is set in Sailor Stars if Mamoru DID make it to Harvard but Usagi still didn't realize that the ring he gave her was an engagement one. My favorite part was seeing Mamoru react to one of the best episodes of the season "A Night Alone Together: Usagi in Danger" unfold outside-looking-in. 

The Reveal: Chapter 11: Theme: Secrecy - @kasienda

Mamoru is trying his best to propose to Usagi, except that Sailor Moon and her paranormal activities keep getting in the way. This story is definitely miscommunication done right!

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Next week we will cover the trop of "Locked In" - be it closets, islands or other tight spaces.

Here are the links to the previous Tumblr posts in these series to explore more amazing works based on different themes - make sure to check them out if you haven't had a chance! (Click on title name to go to the post) - I will keep updating the list every week as new posts come up:

Week 1 - Groundhog Day

Week 2 - Established Relationships

Week 3 - Sex Positivity

Week 4 - Unfinished Stories

Week 5 - Darker Stories

Week 6 - Potions 🧪

Week 7 - Reveals

Week 8 - 👻Halloween🎃

Week 9 - Wrong Perceptions

Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU

Week 11 - In-Progress Fics

Week 12 - Mutual Pining

Week 13 - Enemies to Lovers

Week 14 - Slow Burn

Week 15 - Christmas Part 1 - Ugly Christmas Sweaters and Santa!

Week 16 - Christmas Part 2

Week 17 - New Years

Week 18 - High School AU

Week 19 - Slice of Life

Week 20 - Coffee shop AU

Week 21 - Huddle for Warmth

Week 22 - Friends to Lovers

Week 23 - ❤️Valentines Day❤️

Week 24 - Do a Grouch a Favour Day (or Cheer Up Fics)

Week 25 - Soulmate AU

Week 26 - Amnesia Fics (and resources)

Week 27 - 🍀St Patrick's Day🍀

Week 28 - Fix it Fics

Week 29 - Prompt: Mug

Week 30 - Flowers

Week 31 - Traditions

Week 32 - Dreams

Week 33 - Friends

Week 34 - Body-Swap

Week 35 - Medical Assistance

Week 36 - Sex Pollen

Week 37 - Psychometry

Week 38 - What If

Week 39 - Missing Scenes Part I

Week 40 - Green Jacket

Week 41 - Dr Chiba

Week 42 - Birthdays

Week 43 - Fluff

Week 44 - First Kiss

Week 45 - Reviving Shitennou

Week 46 - Tutoring

Week 47 - Thunderstorms

Week 48 - Food

[marialeto]

Wednesday December 25 💚💚💚💚

Jupiter

Green Ray of Light

Christmas 🎄 Day

Mind Elohim

Air Element

Earth Star Chakra

Number Four 4️⃣

Archangel Jared

Saint Raphael

Ascended Masters Shannon and Kaylie

South and West directions 🧭

Wayneing Crescent Moon 25.9 in Scorpio ♏️ 1

Capricorn ♑️ Sun ☀️ Winter ❄️ Season

Eagle 🦅 Omen

Raven 🐦‍⬛ Run #solarsystem

Aurora

Gnomes Day

Masculine Feminine divinity

6 of Pentacles

Australia 🇦🇺

Kaitlyn

#inspiration

Obsidian Gemstone

Frankincense Essential Oil

Day 63 in the Bible

Kathyjean

Christ

Poland

Soul

12-25-2024

1225.8

1458

558

108

9 Magi

9 - 3 (Month) #March #JesusChrist

6 🎲 #datenumerology #Gemini

hot green tea 🍵 with lemon 🍋 and orange blossom 🌼 honey 🍯

[yamirexic]

masterlist

band imagines:

chlorine (ville valo x depressed reader)

ivy (gerard way x reader) (smut)

marvel imagines:

lifeguard!bucky x reader: motel 6

twomp hc's:

you're argos's friend

you're in a poly relationship with mr plant and argos

you're mr plant's friend

argos on halloweenie

mr plant and argos on kill mas (xmas)

pov: argos has a headache

travelling with argos 'twa' (twomp):

episode 1: berlin

episode 2: tokyo

episode 3: madrid

poems:

sinister

skin and bone

emotion

luci

becky, regina or scarlett

playlists:

argos twomp playlist

violent (or not) songs of the day

ghoul songs of the day

monster high playlists #1 (feat. drac and frank)

monster high playlists #2 (feat. claws and ghouls)

monster high playlists #3 (feat. tora and boogeyman)

spell your username

scum love

spell your first name with songs from the artist you bought your last album from

splatoon 2 off the hook playlists

5 stages of grief (feat. Leftovers, Amy Winehouse and Måneskin)

anti christmas "kill mas"

songs of the day (sotd) #1

sotd #2

sarah lynn's debut album

sarah lynn's 2nd album

other posts:

birthday post

him doodles

hey, ur a real person?

commander west plush post

are you OK bro?

pick one. that's your new roommate

what's one technical device that dominated your childhood?

ville valo birthday post

cbf rule random post

100 followers

all I want for christmas is this!!!

kill mas school post

a hard take on todays music (pop and tiktok)

dyeing my hair cherry red

5 things that I'm grateful for

why I follow a cartoon fan blog xD

random facts

happy birthday Kurt Cobain!

200 followers!!!

dyed hair problems

hazbin hotel alastor, charlie, luci meme

first time using blinkies cafe

mcr song challenge:

day 1

day 2

day 3

day 4

day 5

day 6

day 7

day 8

day 9

day 10

day 11

day 12

day 13

day 14

day 15

day 16

day 17

day 18

day 19 & 20

day 21

day 22 & 23

day 24

day 25 & 26

day 27 & 28

day 29 & 30

music & sick of suburbia:

first sick of suburbia post on the official blog

solo raw demos #1

solo raw demos #2

I'm shocked

babydoll dress ep

with a twist of lemon (nirvana clip turned into a song)

new tracks on SC and Voloco

SoundCloud band account

tj_beastboy W1NNER rock cover

the spring break tapes

looking for band members (for diminished princess)

niffty song: bad boys

kids

[mytheoristavenue]

Day 11-

BES Mizu x Reader - Winter Proposal

Summary: Mizu has to ask you something before leaving for London.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, sad, rushed/short, spoilers, takes place days after the last episode, grammar

Yesterday's events still played fresh in your mind. The sounds of gunfire, screaming, and metal clanging rang in your ears like a broken record. You'd sustained some injuries, thankfully not from any man-made weapon. You'd been trapped in a collapsing building and pinned under a burning beam. Luckily, Ringo found you and dragged you to safety, before hauling you back to where Master Eiji lived.

The night was spent with Ringo tending to your wounds and delivering news of Mizu's death to her father, who pretended not to be phased. You were unprofessionally diagnosed with a shattered ankle and varying degrees of burning on your legs and waist. Nothing fatal, thank God.

In your short time with Ringo and Eiji, you'd taken to being placed out in the nearby forest. Close enough to yell for help, but far enough to get away from the noise and heat of the forge. Of course, you still had to contribute in some way, so every morning, Ringo would set you outside with a task, usually washing clothes or dishes in a rudimentary tub, and let you watch the woods for anyone looking for trouble. In the evenings, he'd come back and hang the clothes on the line if needed, as you were in no shape to walk.

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On the third day, you sat in your chair on the edge of the forest, humming and mending clothes when you finally did spot trouble. A slender figure came hobbling through the woods, peaking out from behind trees when it heard a twig snap. You eyed the shadow cautiously, ready to scream out for the men to protect you at a moment's notice.

"Leave us be, stranger," you warned, brandishing a kitchen knife you kept to cut stray scraps of fabric for patches. "I may be vulnerable, but I'm deadly with a blade even still."

"I know you are," a tired, hoarse voice croaked. "I taught you that."

Your heart skipped a beat at the possibility before you shook the hope away. "You haven't taught me anything, stranger," you rebuked. "The one who trained me is dead."

Just then, the knife plummetted to the snow, let go of by your trembling hands. The stranger finally had inched close enough for their face to be unobscured by the light shining through the trees. Glacier eyes peered down at you from under shaggy chocolate fringe as she leaned against the nearest tree, waiting for you to react.

Without another thought, you left out of your chair, forgetting entirely about the searing pain in your brutalized body, but crumbled at her feet, clinging to her pants.

"My darling," she gasped softly, falling to her knees with you to hold you in her arms. "You're hurt, I'm so sorry, I didn't even know-"

"Where were you?!" you sobbed into her shoulder, making her fall silent. "I thought you were dead- we all thought you were dead!"

"I am," she corrected, bringing your hands from her shoulders to cradle them in hers. "For now, at least. You can't tell anyone I came to you."

"I-I don't understand..." you sniffled, (e/c) gems boring into her very soul. "You only came to see me?"

Her face softened and she smiled. "Yes, my love, I did. I couldn't leave without telling you where I was going."

"You..." you froze in her grasp. "You're leaving again? B-But-"

"But nothing," she corrected, sternly but with love. "I'm going to London to continue my mission." she confessed.

"London..." you repeated. "W-What's that? Where is that? Why can't we go with you?" Your head was spinning, you were so hurt and overjoyed and confused all at the same time.

"It's very far away, in another country. But I promise I'll be back." Mizu swore, pressing a kiss to your forehead with her palms on either temple. "I'm gonna finish my mission and I'll be back before you know it, and we're gonna live a normal life."

"We can't, you know that!" you argued but melted at her soothing touch. "Women can't be wed with one another, women can't buy property, women can't have kids together..." you trailed. "Besides, I know you'll never be done with this endless path of vengence..."

"I hate when you say things like that, my love," Mizu cooed. "Lips as lovely as yours have no place uttering words so violent. You leave all that talk to me." A moment of silence passed between the two of you before she mushed you away enough to hold you at arm's length. "I promise you that I'll be back, and when I am, I'm going to marry you, (Y/N)."

"But how..." you sighed, immense sadness for the death of a dream making your chest hurt.

"I'm a man in the eyes of the law." she smirked. "I can travel unaccompanied, own land and property, and marry who I damn well choose. And...I choose to marry you. If you'll have me?"

You'd never seen Mizu so enthusiastically sure of anything, short of destroying her bloodline. It made you feel incredibly special, the amount of passion she seemed to carry for this. "I'll have you, but I have a few conditions."

"Which are?" she cocked a brow.

You reached up and cupped her cheeks with both hands. "Come back to me in one piece, promise me you will."

Mizu smiled, studying your face lovingly. "I promise I will."

"And I want a farm near Osaka so I can see my family, and I want children to chase around the yard." you dreamed.

"A farm in Osaka, got it," she snickered. "Though knocking you up may be a different story."

"We'll adopt some!" you chirped.

"I think I can do that," Mizu sighed happily, nuzzling into your throat. "I promise a thousand times, my love."

Almost as quickly as she appeared, she was leaving again, begrudgingly tearing herself away from you. "Promise to write me," you sniffled, getting ready to cry again as she helped you back into your chair.

"I will, but it'll be under an alias." she agreed, brushing the hair out of your face and gathering your things to put within your reach. "But you gotta promise me something too."

"Anything."

"Darling, wait for me."

[drarryspecificrecsdaily]

2023.01.01 ~ New Year

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. The Countdown by midnight_moon_sky [G, 3k]

►It's the Ravenclaws' turn to throw the annual New Years party. Draco is being forced to go, and Harry desperately wants to avoid being a third wheel to Hermione and Ron or to Luna and Ginny. Harry gets the wonderful idea to ask Draco to go with him since, after all, they had grown closer together this past year in their added eighth year of Hogwarts.

2. Garden of You by thoracicduck [T, 17k]

►Draco has Hanahaki Disease, and he would rather die than admit that he's liked his childhood nemesis all along (for reasons he does not expect); Harry warms up slowly to his unusual friend with a mysterious disease that doesn't get better. /// A story of two men reopening old wounds and seeking comfort in each other's presence, wherein they find common ground in unspoken grief.

3. Lemon by @coffeedrgn87 [M, 2k]

►Welcome to Draco Malfoy's menagerie of wild animals with an attitude.

4. Livin' For That Day by @phoebe-delia [T, 1k]

►I like to drink tea every morning, still. I used to only drink it at night, but now I drink it in the morning, too, because that's what you used to do. It's my way of admitting you were right. About everything.

5. Waifs and Strays by @gallifrey1sburning [G, 5k]

►When Draco Malfoy was seven years old, he got lost in Diagon Alley and met a cousin he’d never heard of. When Harry Potter was seven years old, he ran away from home and met a friend he never knew he had.

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Fest/Exchange

★ Harry/Draco Owlpost 2022 | @hdowlpost

A Dance, A Lifetime by Anonymous [T, 3k]

Devious for Love by Anonymous [G, 5k]

The Golden Bough by Anonymous [T, 21k]

4. Waiting for Life to Start by oldenuf2nb [E, 71k]

►Sometimes it takes the magic of Christmas to make your dreams come true. ★ 25 Days of Draco and Harry 2022 | @slythindor100

[punkbakerchristine]

cactus jack’s cake

This is a recipe I invented shortly after I began baking and cooking, back around Christmas time: my mom and I were watching one of those baking competition shows, and no exaggeration, every single one of the competitors employed the raspberry-pistachio fusion with their tiered cakes. Flabbergasted, we started naming off different variations of cakes for Christmas and the holiday season, and this was one that stuck out to me. Passionfruit cake is a bit more yellow than green, but prickly pear is a nice bright pink: the apple variation will give a nice golden color, as will blood orange.

Also called my “high desert” cake for the heavy Southwestern influences, I named this one after Cactus Jack’s in Carson City, where my family lived when I was a kid: I remember seeing the big neon sign of the cowboy through my sleeping eyes after a long road trip back from my grandparents’ house, and I knew we were home. I hope to make this one day!

(passionfruit sponge)

4 passionfruits (can also be substituted with blood orange or apple) 2 eggs 115 grams of butter, cubed and softened 115 grams of sugar  Zest of a lemon 1 teaspoon vanilla extract  1 1/2 cups of self-raising flour  Pinch of salt 

(prickly pear sponge)

1/2 cup prickly pear juice  2 eggs  115 grams of butter, softened  115 grams of sugar  Zest of a lime 2 teaspoons of lime juice  1 1/2 cups of self-rising flour  Pinch of salt 

(citrus vanilla frosting)

3 cups of powdered sugar, sifted 1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract  1-2 tablespoons of milk 1/3 cup of butter  Zest of lemon and lime, plus extra for dusting over the top 

(passionfruit curd)

3 passionfruits 4 egg yolks 2/3 cup of granulated sugar  1/8 teaspoon salt 6 tablespoons of butter, softened and cubed

(cactus decorations)

1 cup of dark chocolate chips  1 cup of white chocolate chips

Preheat oven to 350°. Grease two 8” pans with shortening and then line with parchment.

For the passionfruit sponge:

Halve the passionfruits and scoop out the seeds and pulp. Press the pulp through a sieve, then set to the side. (If using blood orange, halve and juice. If using apples, halve, scoop out the seeds and press through the sieve)

Beat butter and sugar together with the electric mixer at medium speed for 4 minutes until smooth and fluffy. Add in eggs, one after the other, then the salt and vanilla extract followed by the flour, little by little, until well incorporated—should take a few minutes. Turn mixer down to low and add in zest and passionfruit, and continue to mix for 1 minute.

For the prickly pear sponge:

Concentrate the prickly pear by boiling the juice for about five minutes.

Beat butter and sugar together with the electric mixer at medium speed for 4 minutes until smooth and fluffy. Add in eggs, one after the other, then the salt followed by the flour, little by little, until well incorporated—should take a few minutes. Turn mixer down to low and add in zest and juices, and continue to mix for 1 minute.

Pour batters into either pan and bake for 25 to 30 minutes: the prickly pear sponge is a bit heavier, and should take 30 minutes; or until a skewer comes out clean. Let both cool on a wire rack for 5 minutes, and then turn both over so they can cool all the way on the rack—be careful because the pans might still be hot!

For the curd:

Halve and scoop out the pulp of the passionfruit, and press through a sieve.

Whisk yolks, sugar, passionfruit pulp, and salt in top pot of bain-marie/double boiler for 10 minutes or until thick—I usually use a metal bowl atop a saucepan of boiling water (be careful not to let the water boil over!)

Remove from heat and whisk in butter—the butter will melt from the heat of the bowl.

Pour curd in bowl and cover directly with plastic wrap until cool (the plastic has to be right on the curd to keep a skin from forming).

For the frosting:

Mix butter with the electric mixer on medium until smooth. Bump mixer down to low and gradually add in sugar (be careful as powdered/confectioner’s sugar, like flour, has a tendency to get on everything) until mixture is creamy. Stop mixer for a second to add in milk, vanilla, and zests, and then beat for another 1-1 1/2 minutes.

For the cactus decorations:

Trace five cactus designs on one side of a piece of paper and turn it upside down so it shows through—make sure one is a little bigger than the other four as that one will be the topper.

Melt chocolate chips in the bain-marie and spoon into ziplock bags. Snip off the corner of the bag about an eighth of an inch and squeeze the chocolate onto the designs. Let them sit until they’re hard and then very carefully peel off.

To assemble:

Either of the cakes can be on the bottom tier: place one cake on a lazy Susan and spread a dollop of the curd on the top with an offset spatula to have a thin but even layer. Place next layer on top of that and spread another even layer of curd on the top. Let the curd sit for a few minutes before applying the frosting with a separate spatula: even out the frosting on top and on the sides with the offset spatula.

Sprinkle the top and sides of the cake with the lemon and lime zests. Carefully apply the large cactus atop the top tier and the other four around the circumference of the cake. 

***if you’d like: keep the tiers flat on the lazy Susan and use a bread knife to slice them in half for four tiers.

[gratefulnez]

I was tagged by my wonderful friend @crayon-pupperz to answer some soft asks questions (originally created by @prettyboyprettyeyes), so here we go!

🌿💐🌷 Soft Asks 🪴🌻🌺

1. What song makes you feel better? Some Days are Diamonds by John Denver

2. What is your comfort show? Seinfeld! Some close seconds would be The Office, Parks and Recreation, Murder She Wrote, and Community!

3. Reading or writing? Both because I love getting immersed in a good book and being inspired to create stories that other people will love (hopefully)!

4. What’s your favorite feeling? The feeling of being loved, comforted, and being truly happy

5. How do you like to take care of yourself? Usually I’ll either read a book, watch my favorite tv shows/movies, or listen to music

6. What’s your favorite candle scent? I have quite a few favorites: vanilla, lemon sugar, strawberry, and honeysuckle!

7. Who do you feel most like yourself around? My best friends

8. What’s a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you? My stuffed animals from my childhood

9. Best childhood moment? The summers where I would either go to camp in the mountains and/or to a theatre summer camp!

10. When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried (or just felt really good afterwords)? When I hung out with one of my friends recently!

11. Do you have a comfort item? My stuffed animals from childhood and fuzzy blankets

12. What calms you down? Listening to music

13. Bath or shower to relax? Shower

14. What’s something upcoming that you’re excited for? Halloween and definitely Christmas!!

15. Comfort food? Pasta 😋

16. What’s something you want to create soon? I’d like to write more stories again, as well as poetry

17. How do you feel best loved? Words of affirmations, quality time, acts of service, and physical touch. On a deeper level, I appreciate it when people take the time to really listen on how I feel, or when little things are remembered.

18. What age in life do you think you’ll feel most yourself at? To be honest, I have no idea. But I’m hoping that one day everything will click and I’ll finally feel like myself

19. Have you ever written or received a love letter? Written, yes. Received? No

20. Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart. There’s so many, but I went to a Doobie Brothers concert this summer and it was one of the most magical experiences of my life. That is a memory I will always cherish <3

21. Tea, coffee, or hot cocoa? I love all of them, but coffee is my absolute favorite (particularly iced coffee!)

22. Name of your favorite playlist? “fond of you”, “a lover’s ode”, and “stringed solos for the soul”

23. Have you ever received flowers? No, but I would love to!

24. Who is your best friend? @crayon-pupperz, @meiqiwi, and @seoplushie!

25. If your soul was a color, what would it be? Hmm…maybe purple, pink, and yellow

26. If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring? I would love to live either in the mountains, country, or the beach with a couple of cats and dogs with someone I love <3

27. Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something? I’ve never done gardening before but I’d like to learn!

28. What are you proudest of? Learning that it’s okay to be myself

29. Are you a kind person? Yes, I believe so!

30. What do your hobbies look like? When I have the time, I like to write or dance, and I would like to do acting again someday!

~~~

Tagging @meiqiwi, @seoplushie, @ringosmistress, @chericheesecake, and @54cymrubeatz to do this!

[various-things-tourney]

Sorry for being late, I was busy. Here are the confirmed contestants!

1– Making a hot drink in the mornig and taking it back to bed with you

2– When a storm is coming and the sky is apocalypse grey but the light is all weirdly orange

3– Waking up to the smell of snow in the air

4– Christmas morning

5– Tumblr ad that advertises Asthma

6– Garlic Bread

7– Rocks of all types (combination of several other submissions relating to rocks)

8– Planet Earth

9– Movie night with only DVDs

10– Saint Just of France

11– Chansen de l’oignon

12– Jacuot the French pet parrot

13– French Language

14– Cool maps

15–Dante Aligheiri

16– Eugene Meerkat

17– Mars rovers; Curiosity, and Opportunity

18– 1990s Honda CBR250RR Motorbike

19– Music

20– Long Leaf Pine Forests

21– A1 Steak Sauce

22– Worcestershire sauce

23– Calico (video game)

24– Stardew Valley

25– Lemon Cake (video game)

26– Alchemy Garden

27– Creature stage of Spore

28– No Place Like Home

29– Kingdoms of Amalur

30– Terraria

31– Building a dream house in Sims 4

32– Aromanticism

33– Trans People

34– Chickens

35– Enderman noises

36– when you lie down at the end of a long day and your back aches but in that really good way where it's relaxing all your muscles that have been doing stuff all day

37– Jigsaw Puzzles

38– teapots

39– cats

40– cartoon saloon's irish mythology trilogy

41– the concept of boredom

42– stove-popped popcorn

43– the feeling of horror I experienced several years ago when I opened my dishwashers to find it crawling with ants

44– the best sundae you've ever had

45– the smell of water on a hot day

46– the dumbest argument you've ever gotten into

47– Antibiotics

48– Rubber ducks

49– TBH Creature

50– Buneary

Last, but certainly not least,

51– Noah from Puzzle And Dragons

While we’re here, I’m going to ask, do y’all want to have the tourney at 64 contestants, or wait till we have 128 submissions?

[foxspirit1928]

Miss Fisher Snippets (91 – 120)

91. Posted 05-Nov-2022 (Men. Can't live without them, you can't hit them with an axe.)

92. Posted 09-Nov-2022 (I like the books. The library is spectacular.)

93. Posted 11-Nov-2022 (You needn't worry about Dot. She's made of stern stuff.)

94. Posted 16-Nov-2022 (How can I resist a man who pays his debts?)

95. Posted 19-Nov-2022 (You look like a "black with lemon" kind of lady to me.)

96. Posted 24-Nov-2022 (Mr. Butler is cordon bleu trained.)

97. Posted 26-Nov-2022 (Miss Fisher, preening briefly like a vermilion bird.)

98. Posted 30-Nov-2022 (I don’t need to marry you. I just need your heart. Because God knows you’ve got mine.)

99. Posted 07-Dec-2022 (I am who I am, Jack. I can't give that up.)

100. Posted 10-Dec-2022 (You can't assume education and intelligence go hand in hand.)

101. Posted 14-Dec-2022 (What we do best, Jack. And I'm afraid I'm going to have to touch you.)

102. Posted 17-Dec-2022 (Hold on tight. If you insist.)

103. Posted 21-Dec-2022 (Age cannot wither her. Nor custom stale her infinite variety.)

104. Posted 25-Dec-2022 (Compliments of the season – Fisher Christmas Card)

105. Posted 28-Dec-2022 (I sit on 13 boards. I spend most of my life raising money for worthy causes. Don't you think I do enough?)

106. Posted 01-Jan-2023 (I thought this was an investigation. What's dancing got to do with it?)

107. Posted 04-Jan-2023 (Mr. Music Man)

108. Posted 14-Jan-2023 (I'd happily lead you astray)

109. Posted 22-Jan-2023 (I've been shooting rabbits since I was 12.)

110. Posted 04-Feb-2023 (There was Miss Fisher, a pale ova face, green eyes staring directly at her reflection…Behind her stood Dot, mousy, in her favorite shade of brown…)

111. Posted 08-Feb-2023 (You're a different man these days, Jack. You've got your fight back.)

112. Posted 12-Feb-2023 (Come after me, Jack Robinson.)

113. Posted 16-Feb-2023 (You’d be hard-pressed to find a finer mind than Elizabeth MacMillan’s.)

114. Posted 19-Feb-2023 (Dot had a hand-colored photo of Hugh Collins. She kept it in her bedside drawer and kissed it every night before she said her prayers.)

115. Posted 22-Feb-2023 (And given the chance, I would do the same to you without smearing my lipstick.)

116. Posted 25-Feb-2023 (They say the top speed's 85 miles an hour, but I'm sure we can do better than that!)

117. Posted 04-Mar-2023 (I don't want you to go. I need you to go.)

118. Posted 08-Mar-2023 (She takes what cases she likes and she does as she thinks fits.)

119. Posted 13-Mar-2023 (There must theoretically be an hour of the day or night when Bert and Cec didn't drink beer, but Phryne had never deduced it.)

120. Posted 15-Mar-2023 (When I marry again, it will be for love.)

(Posted 26-Mar-2023)

[random-mailbox]

Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 36 - Sex Pollen

Sex Pollen as a trope is also not as big in this fandom as one would imagine. @lilliebellfanfics has suggested I try to put something together because "it’s spring and pollen season", which seems like an amazing idea until I realized how many of the Sex Pollen trope stories went into the Potions post around Halloween. Thankfully, I have more for you to explore! 

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

The Armour That We Wear - @sailoreuterpe

In this one-shot Usagi and Mamoru start to deal with implications of their anime-inspired break-up after a sex-bubble causes their inhibitions to fall.

La Douleur Exquise - @floraone

This story ties into "4 authors 1 prompt series", parts of which are in the Potions post linked above. In this two-shot, Usagi and Mamoru are working through co-existing within their civilian and superhero lives, while trying to stop people from getting hurt. I loved that this take causes changes in the timeline and forces Black Moon clan and Chibiusa to become anomalies. 

All's Fun with Love and Orbs - @irritablevowel

This is another addition to the "4 authors 1 prompt series" with a focus on Dead Moon Circus arc. In a non-traditional take, meddling from Amazones Quartet causes everyone to argue instead of being unable to keep their hands off each other.

Happy Hump Day!: Chapter 1: Lunar on a Hot Tin Roof - @shnuggletea

With Tokyo experiencing a crazy heatwave, Usagi cannot seem to be able to cool down. Mamoru is the only person who can bring down her fever, even if it might not be in the most conventional way. This is the first chapter of a collection of unrelated lemons if you want to keep exploring.

One story that became part of the Reveals series but might make more sense here is Impulse by @areptiledysfunction1107 , where mysterious fog from a youma is to blame for Tuxedo Mask's inability to see straight when it comes to a certain blonde.

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That's it for this week. Next week are Psychometry stories! Some have definitely made their way into other posts but I hope I will introduce you all to a few more!

Here are the links to the previous Tumblr posts in these series to explore more amazing works based on different themes - make sure to check them out if you haven't had a chance! (Click on title name to go to the post) - I will keep updating the list every week as new posts come up:

Week 1 - Groundhog Day

Week 2 - Established Relationships

Week 3 - Sex Positivity

Week 4 - Unfinished Stories

Week 5 - Darker Stories

Week 6 - Potions 🧪

Week 7 - Reveals

Week 8 - 👻Halloween🎃

Week 9 - Wrong Perceptions

Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU

Week 11 - In-Progress Fics

Week 12 - Mutual Pining

Week 13 - Enemies to Lovers

Week 14 - Slow Burn

Week 15 - Christmas Part 1 - Ugly Christmas Sweaters and Santa!

Week 16 - Christmas Part 2

Week 17 - New Years

Week 18 - High School AU

Week 19 - Slice of Life

Week 20 - Coffee shop AU

Week 21 - Huddle for Warmth

Week 22 - Friends to Lovers

Week 23 - ❤️Valentines Day❤️

Week 24 - Do a Grouch a Favour Day (or Cheer Up Fics)

Week 25 - Soulmate AU

Week 26 - Amnesia Fics (and resources)

Week 27 - 🍀St Patrick's Day🍀

Week 28 - Fix it Fics

Week 29 - Prompt: Mug

Week 30 - Flowers

Week 31 - Traditions

Week 32 - Dreams

Week 33 - Friends

Week 34 - Body-Swap

Week 35 - Medical Assistance