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[narutoheretic]

irmomasterofvisions replied to your post “hey it’s ‘validate me on this character fic that’s possibly the...”

I love it. And "It is a hard power to use sparingly." Hits nicely.

ugh just saw this for some reason - thanks dude! 

[narutoheretic]

irmomasterofvisions replied to your post “yo I found the What You Missed On Naruto screengrabs+comic sans fake...”

THIS STUFF WAS HILLARIOUS

thanks! I’ll probably put them up in a bit then, since at least one person will enjoy it :P 

[radioactive-earthshine]

irmomasterofvisions replied to your post: I'm fucking dying... I bought my brother a drill...

empty smarties tube. lean in on the awkward

That’s a good idea actually. Or one of those M&M candy canes. I could sort of jam the tool in with the candy as a sort of surprise for later. 

[masteroftheseas]

//So nostalgic to see Osse's random shenanigans on my dash :D

he promises to be a good fishy and not threaten your gardens ever again dear brother. which honestly is why he’s bored threatening valinor was the best fun there was ugh life is so boring.

[narutoheretic]

irmomasterofvisions replied to your post “aaaugh this Shisui fic is taking forever why have you done so much...”

Shisui is the best fluffiest Uchiha.

i think ‘fluffiest’ is a title still held by Madara, who has 90% more hair than all other Uchiha

but at least his dad would agree he’s the best

[birdkore]

#uhm #that me o.o

One step closer to obtaining all the Irmos.

[gloriousmonsters]

Mausic Asks: 25, the d30 has spoken :)

25: A song by an artist no longer living

Combining with a song from my childhood... Space Oddity, David Bowie. It’s pretty much the only non-Labyrinth song of his I listened to when I was younger, but I listened to it all the time. 

[masteroftheseas]

Sweet Dreams Are Made of... This?

Ossë realized early on that there was one absolutely worst part about being alive:  sleep. His body would demand it, and just like every other pitifully living creature, he would eventually succumb.

Or so Nowë claimed. But he was stronger than that -- forget his fana-turned-hroa, he was still an Ainu, and his dignity would not be so easily stained. Irmo would surely be thrilled at the opportunity to properly torment him, after all. There was only one option to avoid such a fate.

He kept moving. When the sky went dark and most retired to their quarters, he wandered the streets of Mithlond and admired the stars. The feel of cool air was invigorating and strange, making his body tense and twitch on its own. He wandered the beach and listened to the distant song of his Seas as the surf washed over his feet and crabs scurried to and fro. The sun rose and he returned to the city, busying himself with food followed by a day of working on the docks.

This process repeated two times before it began to affect him strangely. His steps were unsteady, and his mind processed information slower than it had earlier. He tried to eat a napkin at breakfast and spilled his drink across his shirt, and he hit his fingers four times that day with a hammer. At dinner he propped his cheek on his fist, elbow on the table, and swirled a spoon through his soup distractedly. Twice he began to slump, and twice he jolted upright with a scowl.

That night he stayed in at Nowë’s insistence and sat in the study with a cup of tea, watching the fire. He did not need sleep, he thought stubbornly. He would sit up and design better sails, and in the morning they would craft them together. He moved instead to the desk and gathered his supplies, parchment and ink and quills, and began his work.

It happened without him even realizing. It started with leaning onto the desk, one arm sprawled across it to hold him upright -- he was just getting a better view of the paper. Then he rested his cheek on his arm -- that position, while great for viewing tiny writing, was apparently painful on necks. Then the quill was balanced in his open palm and drooling ink onto the parchment in a manner that mirrored how the slumbering Ainu drooled onto his sleeve.

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