Day 2: Dark Spring

What Strength Really Means 💪

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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Okay I have a fic brewing for today's @tamlinweek prompt biting/chest, but I don't actually know if it'll be ready to post to AO3 by the end of the day, so I figure I'd give a little snippet now!

This fic is Rhysand/Tamlin, past friends to enemies, present strangers to lovers. There's technically an age gap but Rhys worries about it way more than he actually needs to.

I promise my real post for it will be prettier than this haha. But anyways, the clip is below the cut if you'd like to see what's in store!

It’s maybe a little weird. Or a lot. Rhys can't really tell.

It's definitely a little weird that he's at a high school reunion for a class that he was never a student in, but Mor had asked until he relented, and he loves his cousin enough not to make a big deal about it. Plus, it's basically a form of community engagement. Good PR.

And it’s not like he wasn't curious.

(But Rhys supposes he knows what curiosity does to the cat.)

It probably is weird. He should just let it go. Pretend he didn’t even see that flash of pale hair, that once-familiar smile, the eyes that somehow still look green from afar in the dim throwback-to-homecoming lighting. Rhys knows that he’s become a little dry, distracted, and that people will start noticing, but he just can’t stop searching.

Looking for a trace of the boy he knew ten years ago in the man he sees now.

Tamlin looks practically unreal. His hair has gone from sandy, dirty blonde to vibrant, spun gold, practically platinum in some places. It cascades down past his shoulders, wavy and thick, holding none of the country club pretentiousness that his preppy little swoop had back in high school. His shy grin is the same, but the face it decorates is practically foreign. Angular and distinct, high-definition in human form.

When Rhys first met Tamlin, he’d looked like he was growing like a puppy. Linebacker shoulders that he didn’t seem to know how to grow into, a jawline hidden in lingering baby fat that he hadn’t yet grown out of. He’d always moved with a clear cautiousness, like he didn’t know what to do with his size, a kid piloting a teenage body. With the soft roundness of his face and the unsure gait he walked with, he'd almost appeared small despite his height.

Now, it seems like there’s not a part of him that hadn’t stopped growing since Rhys last saw him.

He fills out his sage green dress shirt like it was tailored to display his form in the most accurate way possible without the stitches ripping. He’s thicker than most average men, his chest curved, arms thick, and hell, even his legs show their definition through his light tan pants. He’s very clearly jacked.

It’s understated enough, though, that he doesn’t look crazy or roided out. Just very carefully crafted, like somewhere along the way, he’d turned himself to stone just to reshape his body into the cut he wanted.

His clean-shaven jaw is now entirely visible and perfectly sharp, not too severe. His cheeks have hollowed a bit as well, but not in a way that suggests cosmetic help. Broad shoulders now have the muscle to make up for it, his large hands finally matching the rest of his body, his strapping chest smoothly leading down to a slim waist, creating a figure that simply dominates among regular layfolk.

And he’s tall. Even taller than he’d been when Rhys graduated, towering over his company, easily clearing six feet.

He’s a man now. Practically a whole different person.

But it still feels so weird. That spark of attraction racing along Rhys’ veins, teasing the inside of his mouth, under his tongue.

If they were strangers, he wouldn’t think twice about it. It’s not that big of a difference.

But the fact is, they’re not strangers. They knew each other, once. When Rhys was already awaiting his acceptance letter from Brown, and Tamlin was fourteen.

About me:

- I'm a Hufflepuff, welcome to all fellow Hufflepuffs 💛💛💛

Socials: https://www.youtube.com/@Ejkreader https://www.instagram.com/ejkreader/profilecard/?igsh=dTl1bDBpY2g2YXRt

Ejkreader on Ao3

I listen to Rustage + other nerdcore artists (but mostly Rustage), play some video games, draw a lot and try to write, spend every spare moment reading and watching anime (I have watched all of One Piece to date). I'm born in the lAnD oF tEh FrEe, but consider myself Bulgarian as both of my parents are Bulgarian :)))

I like using :) ;) :] ;] a lot- and also "hehe" ;)

My top 5 most used emojis: 💖💀💅😭✨️

Hope y'all are all having a good day today and this week!!! :)

I wasn't going to participate in Tamlinweek until I got the PERFECT idea for day 4 (on day 5...)

So, this is for @tamlinweek day 7- free!

And now, a closeup on the birds and squirrels hanging out in the hair-tree (they were my favorite part of this to draw.)

And I have to show the original drawing, which I made when I got jumped by the idea, and the only thing I had near me to draw on was a notecard- oh well!

AAAND that's it :)

I hope anyone reading this has a good day/night! 💛

I have no mouth and I must bird

Day 4 : Hair

Tampunzel!!!!! 🤭

I’ve been wanting to do this for the longest time because I call him Rapunzel. We do not acknowledge any hair cuts given to this male in acotar 🙅‍♀️ Long hair will forever be the superior choice 😌

I’ve had this sketch for a while now but unfortunately I did not have enough time or energy to execute the vision in my head 😭😭 sigh.

@tamlinweek

ok but genuinely nesta has always looked like lydia from teen wolf in my head. just like how amren is edna mode and amarantha is melisandre from game of thrones

you know what? yeah.

I would sell my SOUL to have an azris fanfic where Eris is hurt badly—like, almost fatally—and Azriel is there to save him. But I want the thickest part of the fic to literally just be Azriel holding Eris and begging him to stay alive, or something like that! With a happy ending please! ❤️❤️❤️

My Ao3 is WordWeaverWeirdo btw!

OK SO! I did NOT forget about you, it's just, as it turns out, I am terrible at requests. I ended up way overthinking this and have brought you a gift... though maybe it's a little different than you asked for and way longer than it should be!

A Song for Spring read here on Ao3

Chapter 1/2: 9k

Azriel X Eris

I know they are for Tamlin Week but these dividers from @olenvasynyt just too pretty not to use them for everything!

The day was growing tired as they walked along the garden path that seemed to stretch into forever. Azriel had just returned from the Solstice snowball fight with his brothers and had been itching to share this spot with Eris since he had found it a month ago. With the light snow, the quiet solstice afternoon was the perfect day for it. No one was around to catch them, and the wild beauty of this place in the throes of winter set the brambles sparkling like they were made of crystal. Birds flit from place to place, warbling their songs to a spring day too far into the future for them to see coming, and the rest of the world was peaceful around them. 

Happy ending but lots of angst and hurt first... per my contract with the devil or whatever...

Holla at ya boi if you want on or off the Azris tag train : @talibunny30 @iftheshoef1tz @born-to-riot  @fieldofdaisiies @aktrain @honeysuckle-daydreams13 @secret-third-thing @acourtofladydeath @pippsmcgee @youvereachedthenearest-lovergirl @baileybird71 @skyesayshi  @yams-77 @buffy-vanserra @areyoudreaminof @unanswered-stars @futurehunt @ninthcircleofprythian @matrixsss @going-through-shit @c-starstuff-man0 @jules-writes-stories @the-darkestminds @krowiathemythologynerd @cauldronblssd @hieragalbatorixdottir @yourlazykitkat @hellolordling @climbthemountain2020  @lilah-asteria  @shadowsandlint @acourtofbatboydreams @theeternalstruggle @christeareads @molcat07 @mistandmemories @neciebee @dusk-muse @chairofchaos @amalhe-kofee @brunetterebel010 @astro-h0e-4azris @g00seg1rl @queercontrarian

A lil Danganrompa drawing (because I finished DTHP recently)

ANYWAY Celestia was always my favorite character (SPOILERS NEXT LINE IF YOU HAVENT PLAYED THE GAME)

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Everyone gone? (There wasn't anyone in the first place, what am I talking about 🙃) ANYWAY she was always my fave, I was so sad she died :((( I really thought she would make it to the end, but oh well. Two murders is really something- she wouldn't have gone out any other way (with a BIG statement ;)) And like, nobody really cared about Hifumi and Taka anyways (especially after he first with Mondo's spirit??? Wtf was that about?)

I really thought Yasuhiro was the killer, idk abt you guys (I feel like I knew it was Celeste but just didn't want to admit it to myself 😭😭😭)

She is my girlfriend frfr

Hehe idk I really wanted to give her bright colors ^^ AHGHAGAG I LOVE HER BEING CHIBI

Anyways I love talking for forever

Because like

I don't think many people will see this

So I can just RANT

AGH I LOVE IT (as an introvert)

Anyways chickin nuggets guys

have a good day :)

(Very slay of you if you actually read all that stuff

Have some dino nuggies) ^^

There was a young man from Peru

Whose limericks stopped at line two