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Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge: Describe Your Fashion Sense

Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge: Describe Your Fashion Sense #WritingCommunity #WriterCommunity #BloggingCommunity #BloggerCommunity #Blogger #Blogging #Blog #Fashion #FashionSense #SenseOfStyle #Style

Hi everyone! I hope you’re all well. Today is Wednesday, and time for another post in the Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge hosted by Long and Short Reviews. If you would like to participate in the challenge, you can find the list of topics for 2023 here, and if you would like to read other people’s thoughts on today’s topic, you can do so here. Describe Your Fashion Sense Oh boy. Well. For…

[ronovanwrites]

Ronovan Writes SIJO Wednesday Poetry Challenge #64. Use COMPLETION as your inspiration this week.

Ronovan Writes SIJO Wednesday Poetry Challenge #64. Use COMPLETION as your inspiration this week. #Wednesday #WritingPrompts #PoetryPrompts #Motivation #Inspiration #Life

“You don’t know reality until someone makes fiction of it. Reality needs the completion of fiction.” Tony Wilson   Thesaurus.com Merriam-Webster.com Use the above links to discover the various interpretations of the word of the week. Don’t limit yourself to the first one that comes to mind. Expand your thinking. A new form of poetry for us to try. Yes, the Décima Challenge has come to an end…

[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: How To Gain & Maintain Respect

In your professional and academic life, romantic or sexual enthrallments, social life, or any relationship – most importantly, the one with yourself.

Decide your needs are valid and feel worthy of having these needs met.

Reflect and refine your most authentic core values in every area of your life and then be deliberate in aligning your actions with these values as much as possible.

Be honest about your non-negotiables in every aspect of your life. Establish boundaries with these needs in mind. Then learn to communicate them calmly and assertively to others. Uphold your boundaries when they're tested or challenged.

Approach any conflict, negotiation, or difficult conversation as an opportunity to help both parties understand each other and come away from the interaction with a mutually desirable outcome. Operate out from a place of seeking mutual benefit, not a win-lose mindset.

Depersonalize other people's actions and attitudes. Communicate from a place of empathy and your personal value-add rather than responding to protect your ego.

Be discerning with who and what you let into your life (friends, romantic relationships, professional opportunities, social ties, family members, etc.). See how your value system and ways of communicating/interacting align before diving head-first into an interpersonal commitment. Vet individuals carefully to confirm they'll enrich – not deplete – your overall quality of life.

Take accountability when warranted but don't overapologize. Focus on being solution-oriented, not problem-centric, when dealing with a negative outcome, consequence, or conflict.

When in a disagreement with a healthy-minded individual, encourage an open dialogue and hear their side without judgment before making any type of accusations. With that said, always prepare and know when to walk away from a person, relationship, opportunity, event, etc.

Maintain your health, well-being, and appearance. Prioritize a healthy diet, drinking plenty of water, daily movement/exercise, a full night's rest, mindfulness practices/therapy, a solid skincare routine, hair/beauty maintenance, clean and neat clothes that suit your personal style, etc.

Make time for activities and people you love. Schedule times for hobbies, indulgent rituals, social plans, etc. into your weekly calendar to ensure you're enjoying life as much as you realistically can. Owning your right to enjoy life is the ultimate sign of self-respect.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Gīsītsos (little ghost)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x f!reader Warnings: Fingering, dubcon, smut. Word count: ~3.7k

Summary: As part of the Red Keep's serving staff, she knows it is better to remain unseen by the family she tends to. Unfortunately for her, an incident involving the second of the Targaryen sons means his gaze is now firmly fixed upon her.

Author's note: For @targaryen-dynasty's sleepover challenge. I was given the AU "meet cute" and the prompt "we have to be quiet". I have put my own little spin on both of these to suit my preference for canon and my particular writing style. No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on notifications. Community labels are for cops.

There is an unspoken rule among the serving staff of the Red Keep; remain unseen and unheard whenever possible. Move as a spectre through the castle, do not draw attention to the mess you are employed to clean up. Those they serve do not wish to be reminded of their imperfections. Blissful ignorance is placed upon the pristine condition of the chambers they return to at the end of each day. They have always been that way, how could they not be? But beneath it lies an undercurrent of I do not wish to see it, do not make me look.

She is content to remain out of sight and mind of the Targaryen family, though her work is thankless, there is serenity to be found in the duties of a maidservant. As long as she completes the tasks assigned to her, then she is otherwise unbothered, and she considers herself fortunate to have a comparatively easy workload to some of the others.

The maidservants that attend to Prince Aegon’s bedchamber are ordered to work in pairs, partly because the mess he so often leaves behind is work enough for two, but also because he is known to sleep late, and there is safety in numbers. A chill runs down her spine at the memory of the whisperings that had passed between the staff about Dyana, brought before the Queen and forced to drink moon tea, before being relieved of her employment from the Keep. From that point on, the maidservants were forbidden from entering his rooms alone, lest they find themselves victim of the Prince’s wandering hands and lustful appetite.

There is no such danger to be found within the sleeping quarters of Prince Aemond, which she is in charge of tending to each day. He makes her job almost too easy, but she does not allow her guilt to weigh heavily enough upon her that she would ask for additional duties, instead she gives thanks to the Seven for this small mercy and ensures she finishes each day having completed her tasks to an impeccable standard. 

As she tugs the crisp white sheets of the bed firmly back into place each morning, there is no lingering body heat or scent to be found, indicating he has been awake for hours. She wonders if he sleeps at all, considering the unrumpled state of his bedding. When she strips the sheets off to change them once a week, there are no personal effects that fall loose, no trace that the Prince she serves exists at all. He is as much an apparition as she is.

When she is finished making up the bed or delivering the old sheets to the laundress, she sweeps the ashes from the hearth and readies the fireplace for Aemond’s return. Aside from that, there is little else to do besides lightly dust the shelves and reorganise the books placed upon his table. She never once sees the Prince, nor does he see her.

The most strenuous of jobs is the one she currently finds herself doing; the once weekly wash of the bedchamber floor, which requires her to get down upon her hands and knees with a brush and scrub the flagstones with a mixture of hot water and lye. The floor is hard upon her knees, her back aching, and knuckles sore from the combination of the soap and how tightly she grips the brush.

Satisfied that there is not an inch left unclean, she drops the scrubbing brush into the bucket, groaning softly as her knees twinge in protest as she stands. She swipes at the perspiration upon her forehead with the back of her hand, before reaching behind her to soothe ache in her lower back.

She freezes as her elbow collides with something on the desk, her heart feeling as though it stops beating within her chest as she hears the heavy splash of it fall into the bucket behind her, splattering dirty water against her skirt.

Snapping herself out of her shock, she quickly turns, seeing she has knocked a book from the table into the water she had been using to wash the floor. Dread swirls in her belly as she stoops to lift it out, her mind running rampant with thoughts of how much trouble she’ll be in if she has ruined one of Prince Aemond’s belongings. At best, she would lose her job. At worst, she is unsure, but she does not wish to fall foul of the man that rides the world’s largest dragon.

Drying off the leatherbound cover with her apron, she is relieved to see her swift action has prevented any serious damage, though the pages within are sodden. She cannot return it to the desk in this condition, so she tucks the book under her arm and picks up the bucket, walking quickly out of the Prince’s chambers, and back towards the servants’ quarters. If she can get it dried and return it in time, then hopefully he will be none the wiser to her mishap.

The scullion keeps the fire in the shared space ablaze all day, and she settles in front of it, opening the dampened book, careful not to place it so close that the parchment might singe. Happy to see the water has not soaked through far enough to smudge the ink, she turns the pages carefully while they dry, her eyes scanning the words. It is a tome of philosophy, far beyond the realm of her comprehension. It serves as a reminder of the divide between her and the Prince, she is beneath such intellectual pursuits. She imagines he would be infuriated that a lowly maidservant would ever dare to read it, and finds herself hunching over the book as it dries, subconsciously concealing it from view, as though she is engaging in something forbidden and shameful.

After an hour, the heat of the fire has returned the book to its original state, or at least as close as it’s going to get. She makes haste to return it to where it belongs, hoping that Prince Aemond will not yet have returned to his chambers. Her skin is heated, a combination of having been so close to the open fireplace for an hour and nervousness at the idea of being caught.

She enters the bedchamber without knocking, expecting it to still be empty, and moves swiftly on light feet, returning the book back to the desk it had laid upon previously.

“An enjoyable read, was it?”

The voice is soft, yet its sinister edge sends a shiver up her spine, causing her breath to catch in her throat. She turns slowly, keeping her head bowed, not daring to meet the unblinking stare of the One Eyed Prince.

“Your Grace,” she utters meekly, “please accept my apologies. I did not mean to intrude.”

“And you did not answer my question either.”

She dares to look up then, watching in wide eyed horror as he walks slowly towards her, dressed in his sparring attire, his expression impassive.

Swallowing thickly, ignoring everything within her that desperately wants to lower her gaze, she forces herself to hold it. “I did not read it, I swear, I would never be so discourteous.”

“Hm,” he murmurs, standing tall in front of her, “a pity. ‘Tis an interesting text. So, tell me, what were you doing with it?”

He is standing so close to her, she can feel the tickle of his breath upon her flesh, see the angry, red indentation of the scar that runs the length of the left hand side of his face, disappearing beneath the leather patch that covers his eye. There is something in the way he looks at her that makes her want to shrink into herself, but she fears she has forever shrugged off the shroud of invisibility that has until now protected her. His eye is piercing, a silent threat. I see you.

She considers lying, but decides it will be worse for her than simply telling the truth, if he catches her out. “I…I accidentally got the book wet while I was cleaning. I took it away to the servants’ quarters to dry it.”

Aemond leans his body into hers, and she can feel the warmth that radiates from his chest, smell the sweat that lingers on his skin from his exertion in the training yard. She screws her eyes shut, icy fingers of fear gripping her insides as she awaits her punishment, but then the heat of him is gone.

Slowly opening her eyes, she sees that he is still standing in front of her, but his attention is now focused upon his book as he flips through the pages, studying it for signs of damage. He had simply reached behind her to retrieve it. The relief that floods her is enough to make her want to laugh, but she knows better, biting it back as she exhales heavily through her nose.

Satisfied that his book is unruined, he snaps it shut, holding it with both hands as he looks at her once more. “Are you always this clumsy?”

She gapes at this, white hot embarrassment radiating from head to toe. “N-no, never. It was an accident, Your Grace, I swear it.”

He smirks, cocking his head. “Perhaps I ought to keep a closer eye on you?”

Please, no.

She wants to leave, to be away from the intensity of how he looks upon her, to have him forget her face and allow her to go back to being invisible.

“I promise I will take greater care in future, Your Grace. I apologise. Can I go?”

He raises an eyebrow at this. “I do not know. Can you?”

This is humiliating. Is he getting some sort of satisfaction from this?

“If that will be all, Your Grace.”

She bows her head to him and hurries from the room, feeling her heartbeat in her throat with every step that she takes. She can sense his eye upon her, boring a hole into the back of her, long after she has left his chambers, and it fills her with a sense of unease for the rest of the day. Her only solace is that she can return to her duties upon the morrow without having to see him.

However, as she enters the bedchamber the following morning she is horrified to find the Seven have decided her spell of good fortune has come to its end. Prince Aemond still occupies the space, standing at the foot of the bed as he fastens his tunic. Halting her steps, she lingers uncertainly, not knowing what she ought to do.

He stares at her as he continues to dress, not making any moves to alleviate her discomfort, and she takes a tentative step back.

“Should I come back?” She asks warily, glancing over her shoulder towards the door - it has never appeared so inviting.

“No need,” he assures her, “do what you need to.”

She hesitates a moment longer, but realising she is in no position to protest, she begins the task of turning down the bed. She can feel him looking at her the entire time, making her feel self conscious. There has never been an audience to spectate over her daily tasks before, and she moves as though she is suspended in honey, afraid to make a mistake while he is watching, despite the fact that these are duties she has performed hundreds of times before.

To her frustration, he moves as slowly as she does, unhurriedly clasping on his sword belt and pulling on his boots, watching her all the while, but never speaking a word. It is not until she begins sweeping away the ashes from the fireplace that he finally takes his leave, silently striding from the room without addressing her further.

For the first time since she entered Aemond’s chambers that morning she feels as though she can breathe, although a voice in the back of her mind tells her she has not seen the last of Aemond, and he certainly has no desire to see less of her.

Over the next few days, he is there every time she arrives, either in the process of dressing, or still laying in bed, causing her to turn away, ashamed at the way excitement flutters in her lower belly at the sight of his well defined bare chest.

He is doing this on purpose, she knows he is, abusing the imbalance of power between them, because she cannot ask him to stop. He is not really even doing anything wrong; it is not uncommon for maidservants to be in the presence of those they serve as they perform their duties, yet there is something about this that feels completely improper. The way his stare lingers upon her, stalking her as though she is prey, it both frightens her and fills her with a sense of mortification, because she knows that, deep down, there is a part of her that likes the fact that his attention is on her. The veil between them has been lifted, and now that she has gotten to know what resides on the other side, at least a little, she thinks of nothing else. It is both exciting and terrifying to have someone in such a position of authority so interested in her and what she does.

It is the day she strips the bed in order to place fresh sheets upon it, and she enters the bedchamber prepared to have to wait for the Prince to vacate it first. However, she finds that he is already gone for the day. Unsure if it is relief or disappointment that she feels, she immediately begins to pull back the bedding, deciding she would prefer not to dwell on the hollow feeling that has settled within her chest.

As she tugs the bedsheet loose from beneath the corner of the mattress, a small piece of parchment flutters from it, landing softly on the flagstones beside the wooden bedframe. Nothing has ever fallen from Aemond’s bed before, he is much too tidy, and so her curiosity is immediately piqued.

Plucking it from the floor, her mouth runs dry at the words she finds penned delicately in black ink.

Though I am absent, I think of you.

Was this meant for her to find? She feels foolish for considering such a notion, and yet she cannot shift the idea that it might be. Her hands shake as she holds the note, her mind reeling with thoughts of what she ought to do with it: keep it, cast it into the fireplace, put it back and pretend she has not seen it?

The latter is impossible, he would notice the fresh sheets upon the bed and know that she has found it. Perhaps she is being presumptuous, and this has been left for him by a bedmate? She decides to simply place it upon the desk, and leave it up to the Prince to decide its fate.

Though she attempts to continue her day as normal, thoughts of Aemond and the contents of his note will not allow her any peace. She wonders if it is indeed her that he is thinking of, and if it would satisfy him to know that he haunts her mind in equal measure. If only she had never knocked that wretched book into the bucket, then she would be free of this torment.

Aemond is fully clothed as she walks into his rooms the following day, standing beside his desk. There is absolutely no reason for him to linger, but she knows precisely why he does, her suspicions confirmed when she spies the note clasped between his fingers.

“You read it?” He asks, lifting his gaze to meet hers as she enters.

“Was I not supposed to?” She asks quietly, setting down the basket which contains the brushes and rags she uses for sweeping and dusting.

“I left it where only you would find it,” he retorts, allowing the parchment to flutter back down upon the desk. “What do you think?”

“I do not know, Your Grace,” she responds simply, attempting to keep her focus on meticulously unloading her supplies.

“Leave that,” he orders coolly. “Come here.”

She trembles as she steps slowly towards him, and he rounds on her, caging her between himself and the desk, its wooden edge biting into her lower back.

“You are beautiful,” he breathes, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. 

The trace of his fingertip leaves a trail of heat in its wake. She feels dizzy, overwhelmed, the urge to run and her body’s insistence at remaining rooted to the spot at direct odds with one another.

“Please,” she whispers, “do not. It is improper.”

His hand drops to his side and he regards her with a look of amusement. “I am not my brother. I will not take anything that is not given freely. But I suspect you want this as much as I do. Tell me I am wrong.”

“Your Grace, I–I…”

The words die in her throat, what can she say? A maidservant cannot speak of her desire for the Prince she serves. How can she give voice to the fact that since he first acknowledged her, he has plagued her every waking thought?

“Say the word, and things shall go back to as they were before, we shall be strangers once more.”

That is certainly the easier of the two options, and yet the idea of having to live without his attention now she knows the sweet torment of what it is to have it seems unfathomable to her. She is playing a dangerous game, treading a knife’s edge, placing herself directly in harm’s way, and the words she speaks next will forever change her life’s trajectory, but as she stares up into his piercing blue eye her judgement is too clouded for her to mind.

“I do not want that,” she says earnestly.

“I want you to beg for it,” he tells her, the slightest hint of malice in his tone.

She feels a stickiness between her thighs, a dull throbbing ache in her core that makes her nerves sing for release. Her voice is foreign to her, pathetic sounding as the single utterance of “please” tumbles from her lips.

“Please what?” Aemond asks, tilting his head, mocking her as he looms over her, keeping her pinned against the desk behind her.

Under ordinary circumstances, she would feel ashamed by such lewd behaviour, but these are no ordinary circumstances, and her actions are driven solely by desire, so she feels no chagrin as she allows herself to murmur “please touch me”.

The Prince’s deft fingers make quick work of moving up her skirt, ghosting along the inside of her thigh as he goes, causing her to suck in a shaky breath as she grips his shoulders for support.

She mewls helplessly as his middle and index fingers work their way beneath her smallclothes, dragging through her silken folds, wet with arousal.

Aemond hums in appreciation as his digits explore her, his entire hand moving beneath the thin cotton of her undergarments, cupping her mound. She exhales a shocked gasp as he pushes two fingers forcefully inside of her.

His free hand clasps over her mouth, muffling her sounds, as he works his fingertips inside of her at a lazy pace. “We have to be quiet,” he tells her, “or we will get caught, and we cannot have that.”

She nods in understanding, whimpering against his palm as his thumb begins to circle her pearl, the pumping of his fingers increasing in pace, the sticky sounds of her arousal accompanying her stifled whines of pleasure.

They have not even shared a kiss, there is no romance to be found here, but she does not mind. If anything, the depravity of the act serves to heighten the sensations and renders her more responsive to his touch.

His eye bores into hers, the pupil so large it almost eclipses the blue of it, his lips parted slightly as his nostrils flare. He crooks his fingers, brushing against a spot inside of her that causes her to buck against his hand. He grins wickedly, speeding up his movements both inside of her and against her bud.

The pleasurable ache she feels building winds tightly within her gut, and her thighs tremble with the effort of keeping her upright. Her fingernails dig into the fabric of Aemond’s tunic, as she feels her body tense in preparation for what’s to come.

With a final press of his fingers, she falls apart, her cry almost silenced by his hand over her mouth as she breathes erratically through her nose. She tightens around him in quick pulses as waves of warm relief pass through her body, making her pliant against him. 

She maintains her grasp on his shoulders, not trusting her shaking legs to keep her upright as he releases her mouth and withdraws his hand from beneath her skirt, his fingers glistening with her release.

He tuts, examining them carefully as he holds them up between them both. “What a mess you’ve made”, he says condescendingly, pressing them against her lips and forcing them into her mouth. The taste of herself upon her tongue is tart, the very idea of what she is doing lewd to her. “Something else for you to clean up,” he coos, watching as she sucks her essence from his fingers.

With these words she is brought crashing back down to earth as she is reminded of the power imbalance between them. She will always be the woman who tends to his messes, who serves him, except now she is also a vessel for his pleasure and, whatever the outcome of that may be, it is too late now to take it back. He has seen her, fully, and she will only ever see of him what he allows her to.

[sissydiaperloverzoe]

Life changing feminization challenge

after reading the wonderful challenge post from @sissykittie-izzie and @sissyslutella have decided to do something similar to work towards my dream of being fully feminized and dependent on diapers.

As a shy sissy I need to work on baby steps to be girlier and girlier, so I promise for every 100 notes I will make the given lifestyle change. Please help me slowly completely ruin my masculinity

any ideas for things to add, please message me

100 - I will replace all socks with tights (pantyhose) or stockings Achieved

200 - Bra’s become a daily wear item

300 - Panties to replace all boxer shorts

400 - girly vest tops to be worn daily under male clothing daily, only using pastel and pinks

500 - Diet to become more feminine, aiming to lose weight and tone up, and change attitude towards food towards a healthy feminine weight loss diet.

600 - Permanent ban on barbers and hair cuts until hair is minimum of shoulder length, hair never again to be shorter than shoulder length and only ever cut at hairdressers in feminine styles

700 - Shave pubic area and Legs

800 - Shave Arms and chest

900 - Start a skincare regime to improve my skin toning, including ensuring proper hydration

1000 - diapers to be worn minimum of 5 times a week, for a minimum of 4 hours per diaper and used for anything needed (pee, stickies and poop)

1100 - skirts and dresses to be worn daily

1200 - clear polish on hands 24/7

1300 - butt plug to be worn 1 hour a day minimum, increasing in size as becoming accustomed to them

1400 - practice walking in heels minimum of 3 inches 4 hours a week

1500 I will start to wear light makeup daily

1600 - diaper to be worn a minimum of 90 minutes after making messy

1700 - penis gag to be sucked one hour a day minimum

1800 - Monthly full body waxing

1900 - go out wearing outwardly feminine clothing weekly

2000 girly style nappies replace nappy time

[winterofbuddie]

❄️ welcome to the winter of buddie ⛸

after the incredible success of summer of buddie we are back with another challenge for buddie fans: this is the winter of buddie! <333

this event is again going to consist of 8 weekly challenges starting the week of december 9th - december 15th and ending the week of january 27th - february 2nd. each challenge is going to revolve around a specific theme. writers, artists, and gif-makers will be given the choice to follow specific prompts or to get as creative with the theme as they want.

there are no word count limits to the fics: write as much or as little as you want!

there are no size, style, or length requirements for fanarts, gifsets, or videos: you have creative freedom to make the creation you desire!

there are no limits to how many creations you should make: you can post a creation a day for the 8 weeks of the challenge (which would make for a total of 56 creations) or only one single creation for the entirety of it!

if you wish so, you can mix and match the weekly challenges. say the theme for week 2 and the theme for week 6 really call to you and you want to make a creation that combines them: that is totally cool! say you want to be adventurous and write one epic +100k fic that combines a prompt from each of the weeks: that sounds totally incredible!

the world is your oyster! we want to make sure this winter challenge is fun and inspiring so really it's up to you to decide what you want to do with it.

we want to involve all buddie fans in the choosing of the weekly challenges so during the next few weeks we will be posting polls and asking for ideas. be on the lookout for this!

don't hesitate to reach out at any point if you have questions or suggestions for us.

we hope everyone is enjoying s8 and we can't wait to spend the midseason hiatus celebrating buddie <333

see you all very soon!

your host,

maria (@thatbuddie)

[candycandy00]

Come join our X Reader Lovers Community!

Currently seeking members! We’re a community for all enjoyers of X Reader fanfiction (from Anime/Manga fandoms, though we also accept video game fandoms that are anime style).

Readers and Writers wanted! Even if you’ve never written a fanfic in your life, if you enjoy reading X Reader stories, we want you!

The community is a place for writers to promote our fanfics, share ideas, discuss the writing process, and get inspired. We have fun (completely optional) activities such as a bi-monthly Author Spotlight and Weekly Challenges! Plus more activities to come.

For readers, it’s a place to find great new fanfics to read, get to know your favorite authors, tell us what you’d like to read, and suggest prompts for the Weekly Challenge.

Overall, it’s just a fun and friendly place to interact with fellow fans of something you love.

If you’d like to check out the community, let me know and I’ll send you an invite. No pressure! You can look it over and see if you’d like to join. No hard feelings if you decide not to. I will take Likes of this post as indication of interest!

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[2-eeillustration]

Starscream #Return_0 x #Transformers design challenge WIP from stream + a WIP of the scale diff between each Cybertronian vs my own OC robot roster for R0 (feat. Agent @ki--os) My main goal for this little side project is to marry the visual style I usually draw my robots for R0 with the Transformer designs and I feel like I'm learning a lot!!

⚡ Streaming art weekly over at twitch.tv/2eeillustration !! ⚡

[hymless]

Happy Femboy Friday!

@gloomiegalaxie Weekly challenge

No theme. Tried Nu-Gothic styles which @yin-shimo's conversions work well with. (Ty so much by the way)

Ty to all CC Creators for your amazing work!

[maziijapanese]

JLPT Tips and Tricks: Conquer the Exam with Confidence

The Japanese Language Proficiency Test (JLPT) is a standardized assessment of Japanese language proficiency for non-native speakers. Whether you're aiming for N5, the introductory level, or N1, the most challenging one, thorough preparation is crucial for success. Here's a comprehensive guide to help you ace your JLPT exam:

1. Understand the Test Format

Familiarize yourself with the JLPT's structure and scoring system. The test consists of three main sections: Vocabulary, Grammar & Reading, and Listening. Each section has a specific number of questions and allotted time. Knowing the format will help you manage your time effectively during the exam.

2. Set Realistic Goals and Create a Study Plan

Establish achievable goals based on your current Japanese language proficiency and the JLPT level you're targeting. Develop a realistic study plan that incorporates daily or weekly study sessions. Allocate sufficient time to cover all the necessary grammar points, vocabulary, and Kanji.

3. Gather High-Quality Learning Resources

Utilize a variety of effective learning resources to enhance your preparation, such as textbooks, online courses, language learning apps, and practice tests, choosing those that align with your learning style and preferences.

4. Practice Regularly and Consistently

Regular practice is essential for success in the JLPT. Take practice tests frequently to familiarize yourself with the question formats, timing, and scoring system. Consistent practice will help you identify areas for improvement and build your confidence. Focus on Active Learning Techniques

Active learning techniques, such as flashcards, mnemonics, and summarizing key concepts, can significantly enhance your memorization and retention of Kanji, vocabulary, and grammar rules.

Besides, immerse yourself in Japanese, surround yourself with as much Japanese as possible. Listen to Japanese music, watch Japanese movies and TV shows, and read Japanese books and articles. This exposure will improve your listening comprehension, reading skills, and overall language proficiency.

5. Stay Positive and Believe in Yourself

Maintain a positive mindset and believe in your ability to succeed in the JLPT. Your confidence and determination will play a significant role in achieving your goals.

Remember, the JLPT is a challenging but rewarding exam. With dedication, perseverance, and the right strategies, you can conquer the test and achieve your Japanese language proficiency goals.

Goodluck for guys!

[hermitcraftguesstheauthorevent]

GUESS THE AUTHOR IS BACK!

That’s right, it’s that time of year again! Hop to your keyboards and get your betting slips ready, because it’s HERMITCRAFT GUESS THE AUTHOR 2024!

But what IS Guess The Author? Simple! You’ll have until THE DEADLINE to write a work (or multiple works, or dust off an old WIP, we won’t judge) and get it in the collection. (Which can be viewed right there!)

When THE DEADLINE hits, we will reveal the collection while keeping it anonymous. Once it’s open, the readers go and guess who wrote what! One week later, we’ll reveal who our authors are!

Don’t worry, we’ll be posting weekly reminders, just like last time!

Now, on to the important stuff!

THE DEADLINE will be July 7th, 2024, at Midnight EST.

(Here’s a handy little countdown clock we’ve made just for the occasion!)

The collection (To where you’ll post your works) can be added to by following the instructions HERE. 

Now, we do have some ground rules:

-THERE WILL BE ABSOLUTELY NO EXTENSIONS TO THE DEADLINE, PERIOD. We will not make exceptions. If your work isn’t in the collection by THE DEADLINE, it’s not getting in. If you don’t make it, you shouldn’t despair- post it anyway! This challenge is all about getting people writing, not some silly collection. That said, we will not reopen it for any reason.

-No smut. Sorry. Cut away from it, fade to black, heavily imply it, just no onscreen smut. Everything else is fine.

-Nothing explicitly illegal.

-No causing us to break TOS (Tumblr or Ao3!)

-Minimum wordcount of 50. There is no maximum!

-Hermit-centric! This is a Hermitcraft event, we’re Hermitcraft fans. Feel free to have other people show up, but the focus should be on at least one Hermit! (NPC’s or Hermit characters such as NPC Grian, Grimdog, Goatman, EX, Hels, and so on are all fine!)

-The mod team reserves the right to remove works from the collection that violate these rules or violate the spirit of the challenge. That means, for example, please don’t add a work that’s a part of your ongoing series! That’s just spoiling the fun.

-Adding on to that, we will allow a maximum of ten fics per author in the collection, to keep guessing varied and fun. You're welcome to add "compilation" fics, where each chapter is a separate story.

-if AO3 implodes on launch day again, the mods reserve the right to scream.

Other than that, do what you like! Horror, shipping, coffeeshops, we don’t care! The point is to write and have fun!

You’re encouraged to lie, misdirect people, write in another author’s style, write about Hermits you don’t usually write! Any trick you want to use is fair game.

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask the blog. We have five mods: 

-Mod Bayonet 

-Mod Butterfly Knife 

-Mod Machete

-Mod Rapier

-Mod 🔪

Now get out there and WRITE! Can’t wait to see you in the collection!

Lastly, if you want to chat about your work anonymously, head over to @hcguesstheauthormessageboard !

@mcytblrsource

[ronovanwrites]

Ronovan Writes SIJO Wednesday Poetry Challenge #63. Use PET as your inspiration this week.

Ronovan Writes SIJO Wednesday Poetry Challenge #63. Use PET as your inspiration this week. #Wednesday #WritingBlogs #PoetryBlogs

“He who is cruel to animals becomes hard also in his dealings with men. We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.” Immanuel Kant   Thesaurus.com Merriam-Webster.com Use the above links to discover the various interpretations of the word of the week. Don’t limit yourself to the first one that comes to mind. Expand your thinking. A new form of poetry for us to try. Yes, the…

[galenfeadraws]

Linked Universe Discord Weekly Prompt '#239: "Grab your silliest LoZ screenshots and Draw Them In Your Style! Or the aftermath! Or write about any of that, or how the f this occurred."

Twilight finds one of Wild's dumber selfies.

For my handwriting:

Twilight: "Cub... what the hell is this?"

Wild: ?

Today's challenges: Background, shirtless Wild, hands

5th August 2024

[crabsnpersimmons]

How many dishes can the guys make? As robots, I can see that they would have a lot of knowledge due to the internet, but do they have any criteria as to the theme of the restaurant or the amount of time it takes?

great question!

the restauarant is specifically a cha chaan teng, a Hong Kong style cafe so the majority of the menu revolves around that cuisine

however!! the DCA boys often introduce new menu items, as well as weekly and seasonal specials!

Sun is the most adventurous in cooking new dishes. he is very interested in learning new recipes, new cooking methods, ingredient substitutions, etc! he takes it all as a personal challenge to experiment with new recipes

Moon will often try new dishes based on current trends—like he would totally be making variations of the Dubai chocolate bar and tanghulu and cucumber salads right now haha! honestly if he could, he'd love to travel and try all different kinds of foods around the world

As the barista, Eclipse also experiments with new drinks. along with their standard cafe drinks (like tea, coffee, ovaltine, etc.) he also has a seasonal drink selection to match the themes of the season. so it's autumn now, he'd have pumpkin spice milk tea, sweet potato latte, and mooncake hot chocolate for mid-autumn festival—all decadent, warm and cozy drinks that feel like a warm hug!

they have an ever-changing “surprise me” special, which is a unique meal that combines the dishes they've been experimenting on. it's like a very casual omakase. it's not a very popular set, since it constantly changes, but it is at a reduced price. the customers’ feedback also helps them improve the dishes. see, the boys can eat (as an alternative way to charge) and they do have taste and scent receptors, but they struggle with textures and mouthfeel because they don't have a squishy human mouth. so getting customer feedback on their experiments really helps them out. i imagine the "surprise me" special would be popular among students who are on a tight budget and are willing to try something new each time, cuz even though it's a mystery, they know it's great value for the price since the boys put all their effort into all their cooking

[gamergirl-niffler]

A few good words || Yakumo Murai x Reader

A/N: This is my entry for the Weekly Challenge. I just really wanted to write something for Blue Period since I love it so much! ENJOY!

The paintbrush glided across the canvas, mixing and smearing the paints. Nothing seemed right; everything was wrong, lines rucked, the colors completely off.

No matter what you did, no matter how much you changed, it still looked bad and nothing like the assignment.

At this point, you basically had no idea what you were working on, and the clock was ticking with the heavy weight of professors' expectations on your shoulders.

It wasn't a painting; it was a mess and you couldn't correct it whatsoever! 

Your mind was now just as messy as the painting. The mix of thoughts with desperate attempts to fix your creation led to complete mental overload.

You couldn't take it anymore. You simply snapped and simply started crying, right there, in front of a canvas. It was getting too much. You worked your ass off, and it still wasn't enough. It never was.

Suddenly the door to the little studio slid open. "AHA! I knew I'd find you here!” Yakumo said, walking into the room with his cocky smile. "I was thinking maybe we could go out and eat something... Are you crying?" He frowned, looking at you.

You, of course, shook your head, trying your best to wipe your eyes and cheeks, but you weren't fast enough as he approached you immediately.

"What's wrong, doll?" Murai asked.

You shook your head.

"Oh quit it. I can see you are crying. Don't pretend."

You sniffled and nodded. "I just... I can't finish the painting. No matter what, it looks like a mess, and I know I won't pass the assignment because every time I turn something in..."

"It's never enough for the professors. Eh, they are fuckin' annoying," he sighed and hugged you tightly. "As for me, you are a great artist. Almost as good as me," Yakumo joked, making you chuckle through your tears. "But I mean it. I love your paintings no matter what the teachers say. They know shit."

You just nuzzled into him as if you tried to hide away from everything, his words making you cry even more. You needed to hear it.

"Yeah, my girl is fuckin' best there is. Your style and each piece you create is gorgeous," he hummed, patting your hair.

You looked at him. "You just say it because you are my boyfriend."

Yakumo shook his head and used his hand to wipe tears off your cheeks before kissing your forehead. "Nah. I mean, I do love you, but I am separating talent from love," he shrugged, wiping a few more tears that escaped your eyes. "I know you will do great, and the assignment will be great, but you need to clean your head first. LET'S GO AND EAT! My treat."

"You have money..?" You asked, looking at him.

"Well... I planned to buy a new big paintbrush, BUT my girl is more important. I will steal yours when you won't be looking," he grinned. 

You laughed and nodded your head, following him outside the studio. "I will just lend it to you."

"Great! Now, let's go! I want to eat some good ramen!" Yakumo laughed, pulling you by the hand.

Even if he was loud and sometimes annoying, in such moments you were happy he was your boyfriend.