#janzoo

[edgepunk]

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

"ugh why can't you let us enjoy this?" whenever someone makes constructive criticism like lmao no one is telling you to not to engage with the thing. I get feeling upset if you see nothing but hate, but people criticising something in a respectful manner is not the same as constantly spewing hate and yelling at other people for liking the thing

[morganali-art]

Just wanna say that I love Cessalie (and her relationship with Artoirel), she lives in my head rent-free (with Artoirel) 😄

*prints out this ask and tapes it to my wall directly above my monitor so I can look at it always*

I'm so delighted thank you ;w;

[morgan-aleghieri]

You're right for finding Haldir hot btw 👍

🙏🙏🙏

[icyxmischief]

BOOP 🐾

"At last. I had feared I was going to miss this chaotic pastime entirely."

[velnica]

Are you alright after doing The Vault..? 🥺

I'm so not okay I had to write it all down to process it 😭 It's a big turning point in my OC's story so I really went all in this time.

https://www.tumblr.com/velnica/736647416730763264/lv-57-the-vault-part-1

[sariastrategos]

Eskel hauled the deer over his shoulder and made his way back to the keep. It was still early in the afternoon but he had a lot to prepare before dinner if everything was going to go according to plan.

And so help him if Lambert decided to fuck around with the plan by being a dick he was going kill him. Legitimately just rip the rest of his hair off.

Fortunately for Lambert he’d played nice for a change. If you considered “nice” nearly blowing up a still and decorating the hall with the most colourful rags he could find. He’d been given liqour and decor duty despite the bard’s protests and he seemed to have taken to the task with a little more zeal than anticipated. Still, it wasn’t bad.

“Eskel! Come try this brew, think I’m on to something!” Lambert greeted him, pouring a shot without waiting for the answer.

“I’ll be the judge of that” he replied, knocking the cup back. “Lambert what the fuck did you put in this?” He coughed.

“Some kitchen spices.”

“Why?”

“Why not? Think it adds some kick! Not my fault you’re a little bitch.” He grinned, pouring a second glass for them both.

Eskel took the refilled glass and drank it properly this time. Against his better judgement it actually wasn’t horrible. “Kind of tastes like medicine…”

“The sinus clearing kind?”

“The pour me another kind” he said handing his cup back.

“Yeah I’ll pour up later, you’re dripping deer all over the floor. The floor I just cleaned.” Woops “Get outta here and go make us some dinner. Old man is in the kitchen already.” He said, waving him off and finding a rag.

Eskel continued from the hall to the kitchen, slamming the deer onto the table. Vesemir looked up from his work.

“Sizeable beast, should do the job nicely” He commented, chopping up vegetables for a roast. “Better get to work cleaning it.”

“I will, could use a fuckin regular drink after whatever Lambert’s calling his latest creation first” he replied, pouring himself some ale before removing his gloves and getting to work.

It took hours to completely break down the deer and get it stored. Vesemir commandeered the cuts he needed and shooed him out so he could get himself cleaned up before dinner.

Eskel detoured through the hall and swiped a bottle of Lambert’s liqour. He hated to admit it but it was pretty good, strong, unique. Lambert actually might have been on to something after all.

He crept passed Jaskier’s room, Geralt throwing him a desperate look before the bard regained his attention. He’d been given the unenviable yet extremely important task of keeping Jaskier out of the way. Specifically out of Lambert’s way. They didn’t need another stabbing because the bard had “just a few creative suggestions”.

He’d offered to help Jaskier choose an outfit for that evening. Looked like that had evolved into Jaskier helping him find an outfit as well. Eskel shot him a grateful look and got away without Jaskier noticing him.

Soon enough he’d gotten cleaned up, changed and made his way down to the main hall again. Their guest was about to arrive and dinner smelled like it was on the table.

Reentering the hall he was greeted by the sight of full cups (they’d never survive the night), a full table (a good base for the drinking at least) and an exhausted, well dressed Geralt. Lambert looked like he’d had a change as well and found the dress he’d “borrowed” from Yen. Vesemir had donned his hat and cleaned up, placing a dish of roasted parsnips on the table.

Lastly he frowned at the banner that had been hung across the fireplace;

Happy birthday bitch! Janice!

Lambert could say goodbye to the rest of his hair.

@janzoo happy birthday bitch, I hope you enjoy it!!

[matcha-bnuuy]

I gotta say, your tags on my Stepping in the Steppe post absolutely made my whole day. Thank you so much for your kind words!😄💙 And I'm so glad you also enjoyed the event!

Oh you're super welcome! Thank you for taking the time to read them! I hope your day continues to be great! 😊💕

[vera-simik]

drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️ (right back 'atcha :D)

Haha, thank you <3

[lilbittymonster]

Happy birthday!!! 🎂

Thank you!

[janzoo]

I felt like appreciating Aymeric at random so here you go. 💙

[e-dragoons]

“I like your hair like this.”

Lehna’s gaze went from her face, where she had just smeared some lotion across her cheeks, and met Estinien’s eyes in the mirror. “What do you mean?”

His expression was thoughtful as he reached out and twirled a finger around a lock of her hair, climbing up slowly to her scalp as he did so. The closer he got to her scalp, the more it sent shivers down her spine. 

“Long,” he said after a moment. “When you leave it down.”

In the time they had known each other, Lehna had gone through so many different hairstyles. It had been long when they had first met, though not nearly as long as it was now. Between how busy they had all been since returning from the First and the injuries she had sustained in Ultima Thule knocking her out for several weeks… It was one of those things she had not really considered, falling to the wayside as more important things became pressing matters they needed to take care of.

Only now during the long, warm nights spent in Thavnair–and only after Estinien had pointed it out–had she realized just how long it had gotten. 

It flowed down in long, beachy waves down the entirety of her back–the only part she had trimmed regularly was her bangs, so they did not get in the way of her daily life. More often than not, her hair was thrown up with a ribbon to get it out of her way–something Estinien did with his own hair, too.

But when she looked in the mirror back to herself, all she saw was the weariness that filled her aching bones–enough of it to spread to her dull eyes, her knotted hair. She still required the assistance of a brace to walk, the injuries to her knees taking so long to heal that the healers warned her that she may not ever fully recover. 

She tried not to think about that part.

“I am glad you like it,” she said after a moment, tearing her eyes away from her reflection. Lehna had never been a vain person–at least she did not think so–but seeing herself now just filled her with an overwhelming sense of disgust. It was not her.

As Lehna swept across the room to their bed, Estinien followed not far behind. His hand rested on her lower back–a supportive gesture he had grown quite fond of after her first few stumbles with trying to walk after their return. It was not a gesture she minded–no one had ever comforted her the way Estinien tried to.

She sat down on the bed and winced as the familiar pain jolted through her. That, at least, was meant to be temporary.

Estinien slid into the bed next to her, pulling the thin sheet over both of them. Radz-at-Han was simply too hot for much more than that.

“I have always liked your hair,” Estinien said after a long silence. 

“Is that so?” A smile played at her lips, though it was not genuine–and sure enough, Estinien gave her a knowing look.

“It is,” he said.

Lehna tried hard to think of a time Estinien had given her a physical compliment that was not about her form or how strong she was. She could not think of one. “Well, thank you I suppose.”

“You…” He hesitated, stumbling over his words for a moment. “You truly are beautiful. You know that, right?”

She did–she was no fool. Even before she became the Warrior of Light, it was a rarity for her to leave the bar alone at night. She took excellent care of her skin when she was able to do so. Her eyes were a jeweled tourmaline unique to her Keeper clan that made people curious–one of the only things she would ever think about thanking her father for. 

And yet to hear Estinien say it… Her cheeks warmed, tinging a shade darker. “Thank you,” she repeated, this time her voice soft and gentle. Vulnerable.

But with Estinien, that was alright. She snaked her arms around his torso as he placed his own hand on the small of her back again, his other positioned so he could run his fingers through the fringes of her hair that fell across his chest as Lehna placed her head there. Eyes closed, she took in a breath of him–a musky aroma with the faintest hint of spice. Her shoulders relaxed and she allowed herself to sink into his side. 

Her own hand wandered across his chest–across scars of all shapes and sizes, the bumps on his shoulder from where Nidhogg’s eye had fused with him feeling much like the scars of a burn. Estinien used to suck in a breath and flinch away from her touch in surprise when she did that–but no longer. Now, he brushed his lips across the top of her head, pressing his nose into her hair. 

“I mean the scars too, you know,” he said. “The ones I can see and the ones I cannot.”

Tears stung at the corners of her eyes at that, but she dare not move–the last thing she wanted was for Estinien to see her cry, even if he had already seen her at her worst so many times before. 

She clung to him as she let out a small sniffle, and in turn he pulled her in tighter. “Get some rest, mon chaton.”

As Lehna allowed herself to drift off to sleep, she laced her fingers through Estinien’s. Her knight.

[paintedscales]

btw thank you for running that "estiniensays" sideblog! 💙As someone who both writes about and role-plays as Estinien, it's helped me really keep a grasp on his voice.

I'm glad that you're enjoying it / finding it useful! I've been going out of my way to get as much of his dialog as possible shoved into it. I've also learned new things because of it, haha. Like I didn't know he's still standing and staring at the Aery when you have to go back to Ishgard about the Manacutters, and has dialog for when you come bother him instead, lmao.

It's definitely a nice little side thing that I'm glad it seems like others are enjoying. :>

[voidsentprinces]

You are a treasure, Janzoo. Thank you.

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

req'd by @janzoo

i mean, really

which typa elves we talking?

text: elf fucker

[thevikingwoman]

15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Thank you for the tag @coldshrugs and @impossible-rat-babies!

tagging: @myreia @roguelioness @janzoo @consulaaris @scionshtola

@ubejamjar @gatheredfates @bearlytolerant @gefiltefished and everyone else who wants to!

(sorry for the many paragraphs attempting to working around tumblr's new limit)

These are all Meryta / ffxiv, from published fics and WIPs, you also get a peak at my awful wip naming (contrasted with my struggles with fic naming 😂). This was more picking lines I liked and it's good to see your OCs voice? Actually helpful!

“I should have foreseen the danger. The beastmen, the Primal... those are not simple problems.” She can hardly forget it, leaping through the sky. She does not want to think of it, but if the time comes, she will deal with it. She folds her hand in his and reaches to kiss him. “I doubt your father expected you to deal with a Primal, Emmanellain.” - Reprieve

 Here we go again, she thinks, do you really want to do this again? “You should invite him to dinner,” she says out loud instead. - Distance

“Sorry, that was unjust of me. I’m just very worried about my friend. I spend a long time worried about where she was and if she even was alive and now – now I worry more.” - Wrong

“Emmanellain. You're handsome enough on your own. Stop it.” - The Perils of Ishgard Publishing

“You’re injured,” she murmurs. - Under Familiar Stars

“I wouldn’t say no to a game,” she says, tilting her head towards the cardplayers, and winks. “Here I thought I could offer your something better, in ways of entertainment.” “And what may that be, Tansui?” - Passing Through

“I wish I could stay,” she says, when she’s done with the second portion, “but – and I should help with cleanup,” she continues as she puts her dish in the sink, and he waves her off. - Solace and Breakfast

“I wanted to write this letter, but – words are eluding me.” “A letter? For whom?” [Alisaie asks] “It’s not important.” - Letters and Longing

“Yes. No. I am not.” - wip (relationship talk)

“I want – Tansui.” He bucks his hips into her hand and sucks [er nipple]. His hand on her hip, holding her in a bruising grip. She sinks her nails into his shoulders. “I can’t wait. I need you.” - wip (relationship talk)

“Come,” she says and grabs both Yugiri’s and Lyse’s arms. “We should have time enough to taste some food, and we can ask the trader all the same. If he doesn’t know him, we can spilt up after.” - wip (the steppe)

“I know how babies are made, if that is what you ask, Alphinaud.” - wip (after roadtrip)

“I am. What are you going to do about it?” - wip (another Tansui tryst)

“It was – “ meant for me, but she can’t voice it. Not now, and perhaps never. “—heroic,” she settles on. “He saved us all.” - wip (emmy grief)

“Maybe I’m not telling.” Tansui chuckles. “Well, if you’re so stuck on pirates, perhaps a handsome pirate has rescued a beautiful princess.” “And what will the pirate ask for in return for such a dashing rescue?” - wip (tansui roleplay) good bye we're never talking about this wip again

[starlightinitiative]

And so the first Starlight Initiative event comes to its close for the night.

This was incredibly exciting and heartwarming! It was good to see everyone that showed up -- whether it was limited to appearances within our Discord, fleeting moments in-game, or those that even spent all weekend with us out at the event venue!

I genuinely cannot stress that this event would not be possible without all the kind and generous volunteers that are a part of the team. Whether they joined at the conception of the idea, or during the events thus far! So to the volunteers we have that are on our very own tumblr, and from the bottom of my heart, thank you to @blossomblade, @humblemooncat, @pangolinheart, @scholarlostintime, @irisopranta, @valdiis, @janzoo, @wrenanigans, @ivoryribcage, @phoenshire, @strawbebbynya, @strayingkat, and @bnuuywol! And thank you to all the ones that joined through the Discord that don't have a tumblr as well (that I know of!)! Thank you to our Discord members: Arigaaz, Atsuki Scypher, Elquinjena, Aureate Emrys, duz, Kyu Wishmaster, Mimarrah, and ProtostarMirage!

Maybe some of you who are tagged are thinking, "was I worth thanking?"

Yes. The answer is yes.

You believed in the Starlight Initiative to help get it off the ground. Your belief in this project, and much of everyone's excitement poured into it is what motivated me to go forward with it. To the new volunteers that we acquired over the course of the event, I am grateful for you as well! Your belief in this project and wanting to go out of your way to make others smile for the holidays is what makes this project something so amazingly touching to me.

I would have probably given up super easily if no one reached out. I wouldn't have had the drive to continue onward. But your belief in this to reach out is why I genuinely want to recognize and thank you for doing even just THAT. Your belief encouraged me, and we made such an amazing weekend for people who came by.

To everyone else as well, even if you're not a volunteer. It's easy to look at this event on a surface level and feel maybe jaded, incredulous, and skeptical of such an event; "People just giving away free stuff? Because they want to? Okay, what's the catch?"

I'm glad for you. You who believed and trusted in us to fulfill your wishes. You who came and got something. Who showed appreciation for what you got. You who got something for someone else special to you just to make their in-game experience something better.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

I also posted this in Discord for everyone that's there, but I feel like it bears repeating for anyone here seeing it for the first time that has come to the event, donated to it, or wanted to help in some way that maybe didn't join our server for whatever reason they may have had.

We have so many people ask: "What can I do in return? / What can I give you in return?" My answer may differ from some of the volunteers, or otherwise! Though I'd like to implore everyone who has this question in mind to simply repay the kindness forward. Make someone else smile this winter holiday -- no matter what holiday you celebrate! Make someone's winter season that much more enjoyable. Winter is rough for a myriad of reasons, and I feel like there's a lot of emphasis on bringing joy and warmth to others during the season, but sometimes it feels like it's never seen to. If you can and if you're welcome to, just bring a little extra warmth to someone who seems like they need it. ♥

Thank you for making this Weekend of Gift Giving something special. Let's do it again next year!

Happy Holidays, and Happy Starlight!

-Admin Prim