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[tomicaleto]

tag game: characters that I think are me-coded

thank you for the tag, @seddenostalgia!

I tried using drawings I've made of these characters for this challenge, you can find their names (and which media they are from) in the images descriptions!

no pressure tags! @himilce-persephoniea, @dreaminghour, @tinynebula, @sambuchito, @lunarcatninja, @rexismycopilot, @virfujiwara, @anakinsthot, @secretsolarsystem

[kaiyaru]

tag game

tagged by @tuliharja​

Favorite color: RED!!!

Currently reading: The Darksmith Legacy (book 5); The Taking of Chelsea 426; The Silurian Gift;;; (I really need to go one book at a time #rip)

Last song: Rescue me by OneRepublic

Last movie: Nativity 2: Danger in the manger

Last series:

last completed --> Blackpool

currently watching--> Takin’ Over The Asylum

Currently craving: potato chips!!! aaAAAAAAAAAAA---

Tea or coffee: tea :^)

Currently working on: nothing...bcuz I’m a lazy fuck so far into the new year lol

tagging : @puzzleshipper​ @officerjennie​ @lunarcatninja​

[asylos]

I posted 24,363 times in 2022

That's 21,469 more posts than 2021!

197 posts created (1%)

24,166 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@one-thousand-bees

@pyromanicdaydreamer

@lunarcatninja

@skadren

@salva

I tagged 651 of my posts in 2022

#miri cats - 51 posts

#miri writes - 47 posts

#dracula daily - 36 posts

#my child - 10 posts

#youtube - 9 posts

#morning reblog - 7 posts

#art - 6 posts

#i don't go here - 6 posts

#cats - 5 posts

#queueueue - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#a friend and i were playing with randoms and when i found out one of them was another girl i went out of the way to be extra nice to her

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Received my Hanafuda deck from @risingoflights this week! The cards not only look good but feel really good too. Very happy to support the making of this on Patreon.

16 notes - Posted May 23, 2022

#4

Dracula Daily Responses

 June 17

It has been… weeks since I last heard from my dear friend Jonathan. My heart was pounding from my chest with excitement, my hands trembling as I gripped the envelope and tore it open. He is alive! But trapped, still, within his chambers. Still he looks to those in service of the Count for aid, and unsurprisingly finds none. 

June 18

The radio bursts alive with a short blast of static, and again I hear the voice of Dr. Seward. He speaks quickly, and I can only assume it must be of his patient Renfield once more. It seems to be the only subject which captures the doctor’s attention, since Miss Lucy’s refusal of his proposal. The man is apparently keeping spiders as pets now. What a peculiar man. Though I do find such creatures helpful in keeping the house free of other pests, I would hardly make the effort to attract them myself as they come and go as they please. My cats find them entertaining.

23 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

#3

Dracula Daily Responses

(Previous days https://asylos.tumblr.com/post/684810916316037120/may-1819-below-the-cut-oh-my-poor-friend-it-was)

May 24th:

Another letter mislaid upon my door, from Miss Lucy to my dear Mina. I shouldn’t read it, but I cannot help myself. I hope for some news of my dear friend Jonathan buried within, but I am doubtful. Perhaps the gossip within will lighten my spirit for a moment or two.

Miss Lucy has had quite an eventful time since her last letter! Three proposals! A dream for many girls her age. The doctor who she had thought might be a good match for Mina, had our dear Jonathan not been already in her heart, was first to propose. Ah, but Lucy was already firmly set on another. Ah yes, Mr. Holmwood, who she spoke of before. I do recall this now. Surely he must be one of the three proposals this day? 

Ah it seems Mr. Holmwood was trying to find time to make his proposal but just couldn’t seem to get Miss Lucy to himself before the other two, even with her aid. Mr. Morris therefore was the second of the day. And this man too, realizing Miss Lucy’s heart belonged to another, pledged to be a great friend to her. What a blessing to her to have found such good and honest men in her life. Oh Miss Lucy, I do agree, they should let a girl marry as many men as would agree to marry her together and be happy.

Ah, and then Miss Lucy, you rob us of the details of Mr. Holmwood’s proposal! But such happiness is a blessing.

I shall reseal this quickly and send it on its way to dear Mina so she can share in her closest friend’s joyous news. Hopefully it will distract her too for a moment from our worries.

27 notes - Posted May 24, 2022

#2

I went into the office today to clean out my desk (the office is moving, I’m still remote) and my area had been gutted by IT. My phone doesn’t even have a receiver. But my @risingoflights calendar was still there, left on March 2020.

55 notes - Posted March 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I have received several days' entries of my dear friend Jonathan’s journal, in his most familiar shorthand. He has arrived in foreign lands, and has written in lush detail of his travels so far, both of the land itself and the peoples therein. I have found his descriptions of the food there most tantalizing, and amusing that he had so much trouble with it and yet, he makes note to remember to fetch the recipes to bring home to his beloved Mina still. (Ah Mina, I should write to her soon. It has been far too long!) The castle that was his destination is most interesting, and I cannot wait to hear more about his stay, and the peculiar master of it. I shan't write back to him at this time, as he will surely be on his way back before any such letter would reach him.

89 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

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[duskyashe]

I—😳 me? I know a lot of us have said this, but— me??? I—🫣 I've never been a big name in anything before

I'm going to add @ayamari-no-goshi, @evandarya, @channahjenart, @lunarcatninja, and @rainycat2 because they deserve all the love and affection because they're absolutely amazing 💖💖💖

I'm kinda curious about something, so I hope y'all don't mind...

Reblog and tag who you think are the 5 "big names" of the DPxDC fandom. The people/blogs that you see and are like

So, to me, in no particular order:

@stealingyourbones @tourettesdog @hdgnj @wolfjackle and @im-totally-not-an-alien-2

[phantoms-lair]

So I've just stumbled across your Heroes Spirit AU in the tags, and I was wondering where I'd go to read it if it has chapters written and posted (since I know some authors post snippets here on tumblr for AUs that are still in progress). Do you have an AO3 or FFN?

While I do have an AO3, there’s sadly not anything written besides the snippets. I’ve been doing Mystery March for the Mystery Skulls fandom and that’s pretty much taking up all my time.

[rayshippouuchiha]

Me, casually scrolling through my dash, pausing on one of your posts: Da-DabiHawks shipper? One of my favorite Bleach writers likes DabiHawks?? My OTP for BNHA??? AnD ThEy HavE a CraCk fIC IdEa WiTH iT?!?? Did... Did it work on preventing it from mutating or has it brought more ideas to mind for it? *Is Hopeful*

sometimes dreams do come true babe

[keepyourpantsongohan]

Green Around the Gills

Grown-ups are idiots. (Chapter 622) | Discord Secret Santa 2019 for @lunarcatninja. 

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“A shinobi must be disciplined in body and mind,” begins Tobirama, his voice muffled, “and that will allow him to overcome any obstacle that might arise.”

Hashirama, the lout that he is, laughs. “Who are you lecturing, Tobirama?”  

“You,” says Tobirama, with all the dignity he can muster. 

His companion tilts his head. “Could you repeat that?” Hashirama asks, and Tobirama cannot tell if he’s teasing. He tucks the blankets further up underneath his brother’s chin. By this point, Tobirama is more sheet than shinobi. “You seem to be losing your voice.”

“I’m not sick, Anija,” Tobirama insists, obstinate; certain; coughing. 

“You sneezed on the General of the Land of Iron this morning,” Hashirama points out, laying a warm cloth on the other’s forehead.

“He was being impertinent,” Tobirama says, before his brother shoves a spoonful of soup in his mouth. 

Hashirama sighs. “It’s not your usual kind of diplomacy. And here you’re always telling me you’re the even-tempered one.”

Another spoonful of soup cuts off Tobirama’s ability to reply, but he make sure to convey a look that would deter almost any shinobi in the village. To Tobirama’s dismay, he is constantly aiming it at the only two men in Konohagakure immune. 

“Hashirama, you must release me,” Tobirama demands, when he is finally free to speak again. “If we don’t complete the proposal for the trade route to Sunagakure today—”

“—You might come dangerously to getting some rest.” Hashirama finishes with a stern look. It is unusual for his brother to take such a reprimanding tone. It abates Tobirama’s ire briefly. 

Tobirama attempts to school his face into something less petulant. He closes his eyes, letting his brother guide him into leaning his head back. “You are being far too overprotective,” he mutters. 

“It’s my job to protect the people of this village, and one of my most trusted advisors,” is the sincere reply. 

Tobirama cracks one eye open. “Is it also your job to be a nuisance?”

Though he’s facing the doorway, there is a smile in Hashirama’s voice when he answers. “That too, Otōto.”

--

Tobirama finds himself unceremoniously awakened to his brother trying to shove him into a sweater. “What,” he begins with a mouthful of fleece, “are you doing?”

“You were shivering in your sleep,” says Hashirama, as if this is at all a rational justification for smothering his airway. 

“So why not put another blanket over me?” Tobirama tries to say, with fabric covering half of his face. 

Hashirama puts his hands on his hips. “They weren’t warming you up enough!”

“It’s December,” Tobirama remarks, at last yanking the sweater neck over himself. “Nothing is warm.” He punctuates this notion with a sneeze, and curses silently at his own body’s betrayal. 

“Exactly my point,” Hashirama says determinedly. “Now are you going to eat the flaxseed I set out for you, or shall I feed that to you too?”

Tobirama eyes the bowl at his bowl at his bedside suspiciously. “That’s a remedy for constipation.”

“Muscle spasms are muscle spasms,” Hashirama says, with so much conviction Tobirama could almost believe it. 

Tobirama groans. “I’ll start trusting your diagnoses when you become a medic. I have entertained your lunacy long enough. The trade plans—”

“Madara and I will complete them,” Hashirama dismisses, waving a hand. 

Tobirama starts to sit up. Hashirama pokes him once firmly, and that is enough to knock him right back into lying down. “That’s hardly reassuring,” Tobirama grumbles. “You know how he looks down on the Kazekage.”

“That’s why we’ll do it together. You should have more faith in your comrades, Tobirama,” Hashirama muses, good-naturedly. “In all respects. I may not be a medic, but as you know, I'm no stranger to healing myself. I don’t even use hand signs anymore.” From anyone else, such words might be boastful, but from Hashirama, it is merely a statement of fact. 

“It’s not a lack of faith,” Tobirama counters, only just chastened. “It’s... your attitude.” 

Hashirama has the gall to laugh. “My attitude?”

“You’re far too easygoing,” Tobirama replies. With a pause and a darting glance at the flaxseed, he says, “In most things.”

“One of us has to be,” says Hashirama, smiling. He picks up the bowl. “If you won’t eat this, I’ll get you something else.”

Tobirama would call it a victory, if he weren’t more worried about what might be found in the kitchen. A healer, indeed. 

“If you’re such a master of healing, Anija,” Tobirama says, narrowing his eyes at his brother, “Why is it that your jutsu can’t cure cough and cold?”

Hashirama pats him on the head. “Maybe it’s your attitude.”

When Tobirama sneezes on him, it is only half an accident. 

--

Despite Tobirama’s best efforts, Hashirama does feed him again, a horrifying concoction of cod liver oil, thyme, cherries, peppermint and Valerian root. Whether by the power of the tincture or as a defence mechanism, he sleeps. 

When Tobirama wakes up again, he hefts himself out of bed. It is a lucky thing his elder brother is not in the room, for Tobirama’s body is so stiff and aching that he nearly falls to floor trying to get his knees to bend. “Alright, I’m a little ill,” he admits quietly under his breath, throwing a blanket over his shoulders. He does so only because he knows Hashirama cannot hear him. 

In the sitting room, he finds a world transformed. Gone is all the paperwork and research left out on his and Hashirama’s desks, and instead the room closely resembles what their mother’s study had looked like many years ago, when they piled every object without a sharp edge in it in front of the fireplace to usher in the morning of Kawarama’s birthday. How Hashirama has managed to adapt a fireplace to this space, Tobirama doesn’t know, because they certainly don’t have a chimney. 

“This room is a fire hazard,” Tobirama declares upon the sight of it, but his smile undermines him immediately. 

“If you won’t sleep, at least take a break,” Hashirama says, with his back to Tobirama. He sits directly in front of the fire, and holds out a steaming mug beside him. 

Tobirama takes the drink. It isn’t overly sweet, and his throat welcomes the warmth. “Thank you.”

“I meant what I said before.” Hashirama murmurs. 

Raising one silver eyebrow, Tobirama asks, “About my bad attitude?”

Hashirama laughs, clapping him on the back. As tired as Tobirama is, the motion nearly sends him careening into the fireplace, so the same hand pulls him back. With an embarrassed chuckle, Hashirama replies, “About you being a trusted advisor. I don’t take your contributions lightly, Tobirama. Madara and I may have founded this village, but it would not prosper without you. I only wish that you would remember to give yourself a little leave.” 

“I like research,” Tobirama says. 

“And you like drinking something warm, and reading about legendary battles, and seeing which of us can keep a spinning top going the longest,” Hashirama says, nudging him. “What makes you so certain your only hobbies should be your work?”

That finally draws a laugh out of Tobirama. “Years of practice.” He gestures to his mug. The lip of it is cracked, and it doesn’t do a good job protecting his hands from the heat of his beverage, but it’s one of the few possessions they’ve managed to keep with them over the years. “I’m resting now. You might even call ‘talking’ a hobby.”

“‘Arguing,’” corrects his brother. “You still haven’t admitted to being unwell.” 

“Diplomacy is all about compromise, Anija,” Tobirama maintains. “We don’t agree about how much I should rest, but you’ve made this place more restful. So now, we both can both take a moment away from all the fuss.”

There is a glint in Hashirama’s eye that means nothing good. “I can’t take all the credit,” Hashirama says, entirely too cheerful. “It was Madara’s idea.”

Tobirama makes a derisive sound, which turns into an acute wheeze. “Uchiha Madara? Well, that is unexpected.”

“Your doubt is insulting,” says a voice from the doorway.

“Madara. Did no one ever teach you to knock before entering someone else’s home?” Tobirama asks, but it lacks any bite. 

“Hashirama let me in,” Madara says, and Tobirama wonders whether his not noticing is a testament to illness or familiarity. “How do you think that flame has been containing itself? Hashirama has never been good at harnessing fire jutsu.” 

“Fair point,” Tobirama concedes, while Hashirama pouts. “But why are you here?”

Madara snorts. “You were practically unconscious in this morning’s meeting. I would hardly be a good friend if I let Hashirama fret himself to death. Besides,” he says, offering a pointed look at Tobirama, “I told him I’ve learned a thing or two about managing unruly clan members.”

Tobirama huffs. “Unruly— I’ll tell you what’s unruly—”

“It’s not nice to tease the ill,” interjects Hashirama, smiling into his mug. “Have a seat, Madara.”

Tobirama expects him to sit in the empty space beside Hashirama, but to the other man’s surprise, Madara plops himself down right between them. “What is it?” he demands, when Tobirama looks at him askance. 

Tobirama rolls his eyes, bringing his drink back up to his lips. “Don’t blame me if you get sick.”

(The fire burns brightly all night, until the break of dawn, when Madara lets out a single, abrupt, high-pitched sneeze.)

[tuliharja]

🍃🌺🌙If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get it back even better 🌙🌺🍃 (Happiness given deserves happiness returned.)

Aww! Thank you for sending this to me! 😊

[tomicaleto]

rules: shuffle your “on repeat” playlist and post the first 10 songs

I don’t have a playlist I just download songs and play them at random so here we go

Thank you for tagging me, @bimessi3 @quevidademierda @bi-dibu @spell-eye-cup

1. La bilirrubina - Juan Luis Guerra

2. Las de la intuición - Shakira

3. Golden Slumbers - Carry that Weight - The end - Paul McCartney live version

4. José sabía - La vela puerca

5. Paloma - Andrés Calamaro

6. Glitter and Gold - RWBY

7. Hey Jude - The beatles

8. Tiburones en el bosque - Cuarteto de Nos

9. Bellacoso - Residente & Bad Bunny

10. Tarzan boy - Baltimora

No pressure tags: @rexismycopilot, @tinynebula, @lunarcatninja

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

Happy Birthday!!! I hope you’re having a great one! Also I feel obligated to remind you that your fics (Especially Born in the Wilds and Heart of Thunder) are pretty much some of the best fics EVER!

Thank you! Party is on Saturday, because we’re all boring adults now and need to work.

*blushes* That’s a huge compliment for me. Like you have no idea.

(I’m playing around with the thought of rewriting Dreams of Our Past. I love that fic, but it feels like I’m sitting in front of five balls of yarn all knotted into one.)

[tomboy014]

relationship status: nonexistent

favorite color: short answer: green. long answer: that deep blue-green color you see on the underside of a wave before it crests on a sunny day, a blue-green so deep and vibrant and alive it looks like a living jewel

Three favorite foods: potatoes, fruit, uhhh... they're broad categories, so you only get two

song stuck in my head: Believer by Imagine Dragons

last song listened to: The Violence by Rise Against

last thing I searched: squeegee robot

dream trip: I'd like to revisit a lot of the places I went camping at as a kid including Fort Bragg, CA and Del Norte, CA, and to see the Monterey Bay Aquarium again

something i want right now: more time in the day; too many hobbies and not enough time. Plus, I've got to finish a cosplay before June 1. And for the dogs to stop jumping the fence

@edjectedly @aggressivelyclueless @disappearsreappears @lunarcatninja @udistopia @ecto-stone @a-sour-nectarine @xy-is-i @lexiepiper @gilbirda

(Tagged by @crazycatsiren.)

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to know better!

Relationship status: in a 2 year relationship 🥰

Favorite color: green

Three favorite foods: desserts in general but especially ice cream, breadsticks with alfredo, my mom’s roasted potatoes with crispy parmesan cheese

Song stuck in head: “Semi-Charmed Life” by Third Eye Blind

Last song I listened to: “Trouble” by Taylor Swift

Last thing I googled: ornithology (birds) in northeast Florida

Dream trip: Italy, I think

Anything I want right now: uno reverse - chronic health

Tagging: @maceofpentacles @windvexer @serpentandthreads @stormwaterwitch @breelandwalker @the-clumsywitch @the-fox-jawed-witch @whimsigothwitch @when-november-ends @gothhobbithoe @jasper-pagan-witch @upthewitchypunx

Don’t be mad, I added two extras 😅

[diggingfordragons]

A very happy birthday to @lunarcatninja! May you be blessed with all the Tobirama content you could wish for!

[ffxv-tunes]

For Noctis Lucis Caelum - submitted by @lunarcatninja

“I tried carrying the weight of the world But I only have two hands I hope I get the chance to travel the world And I don't have any plans.”

[blackberreh-art]

Some good music that I think would fit the AUs would be two songs by Aviators: “No More Heroes”, and “No One Will Save You”. Both are super haunting in a way and the supernatural elements could fit well.

Thankiies, will check em out!!

[secret-engima]

I saw the ask and answer on the pain scale and what each one is supposed to mean and I actually have that saved if you want it. I have a stupidly high pain tolerance and chronic pain so I used to rate lower on the pin scale until I found the one that says what each level was supposed to mean.

Yes pls and thank you that sounds like it would be super useful to have!

[lunarcatninjasart]

This is my half of a collaborative event I was doing with @diggingfordragons who wrote an amazing story to go with it. Story to be linked when I reblog to my main blog.

As always don’t repost, edit, or alter my work in any way shape or form.