Just wanted to stop by and wish you all happy holidays and the best start of the year (although I'll do that again in one week exactly hehe). I hope you enjoy yourselves doing whatever you guys love the most these days and spend great times on your own, with family and with friends. I love you allπ.
And to my dear Duskwood Community, let's keep waiting for Moonvale together next year too (I hope not too much, thoughπ) and scream about it together, creating crazy theories as always. Can't wait.π
The room was filled with tension, his green eyes fixed on you as you fluttered around the room being social. You were surprised that he showed up, going against the squad twice in just a few months, there was an elephant in the room. But with you, it was a different kind of tension, but it was a case of who would crack first. You had sat and listened to Sonny talk about how he felt about going up against him and then you also heard Livβs opinion, but you stayed on neutral ground.
You were excited he was here, the butterflies flying around in your tummy. You missed the sparkle in his eye, the sneaky winks he would give you when no one was watching, the smell of his fading cologne as he walked past after a long day and his three-piece suites in colours you absolutely loved. But what you fell in love with that added to the list of things you loved about him, was the salt and pepper hair that was sitting on his face and framed his lips, that were to you, so perfect.
You were chatting away with Amanda and another uniform that had just worked on an undercover with you all, when your eyes darted up and they met with Rafaelβs. He gave you a side smirk and a small wink, your cheeks blushing instantly. You excused yourself from the girls and walked towards where he was standing, your eyes fixed on each other till you were a fingertip away,
βDidnβt think you were going to talk to me tonight detectiveβ He smirked again and took a sip of his drink and you scoffed back playfully.
βWhen have I ever not made the effort to talk to my favourite ADA of all timeβ
Rafael let out a little chuckle and closed the very small space between you both.
βYou look beautiful tonight Y/N, I havenβt been able to take my eyes off youβ
Your eyes locked with his and you let your hand rise up to rest on his hairy face, allowing your thumb to run along his bottom lip,
βRafael- β
Before you had a chance to finished you sentence, Rafaelβs hand rested on your hip and slid around to your lower back. You felt his hand press into you and he pulled you into his body, his body heat hitting your skin through your dress,
βMay I?β he whispered and then you watched his eye sight move up to the roof βItβs kind of a traditionβ
You nodded, grinning, and bitting your bottom lip at the same time. The spark in your tummy that hit you when his lips met yours almost took your breath away. His lips were soft and his facial hair was smooth against your face. Your hand that was on his face slid down and rested on his neck. You felt so safe and comfortable with him, and you fell in love with him a little more when he didnβt deepen the kiss, that your body just melted into him. Rafael finally broke that very long kiss, looking down at you with blushed cheeks before he rested his forehead on yours,
this christmas i am very thankful to my friends and mutuals on here... @sanguineterrain @cloudbells @heckalecki @moodymelanist @storywriter8 @plincess-cho, thankful for the people who always leave the sweetest comments on my fics @ace-in-reserve @smlmsworld @musette22 @zacharypay1 @andrea1717 @rillils, thankful for the creators i look up to @metalbvcky @inevitablemeow @turtle-steverogers @buckymilf @moontashpena @liloau @meidui @bulkyphrase, thankful for those who have organised the events i've had so much fun writing for @mxaether @buckyismybicycle @gotlostonmywayhome and probably many more, and thankful for the stucky fandom as a whole! you guys are so funny, creative and kind β thanks for being such a huge part of my writing journey for almost 2 years now!! merry christmas everyone :) βοΈπ
Ten days have passed since Hob was given Dream to take care of. He found Dream to be well behaved for a cat. Both of them fell into a routine. Hob brings Dream to his classes, making it more difficult for his students to focus. Since Dream proved to be the ultimate distraction.
One lesson of today touched the topic of slavery. Needless to say Hob went on another tangent about how wrong it is to take away someone else's freedom. Hob suspects Dream can tell he was unsettled, because afterwards the cat didn't stray too far from him and was far more cuddly.
So he's grateful when Dream joins him in bed, settling on his chest. He'll take company over being alone anytime. Hob runs his hand back and forth along Dream's back. He repeats the motion as the low vibrations against his chest ever so slowly lull him to sleep.
Now Hob's hand lies still as he is fully immersed in The Dreaming. Dream continues purring as Hob's heart slows its pace.
It has been somewhat refreshing to see Hob's ongoing and vehement passion. Students hang onto his words, with enjoyment and rapt attention. Minds taught the ways of their predecessors, presented honorable values. Morality shaped little by little and solidified when witnessed by the student's own eyes. Dream isn't even certain if Hob is aware of the influence he has on those he teaches.
Then there is the safety Hob offers. Dream likes to think that had it been anyone else, they wouldn't last six centuries, and if they did - long gone would be their enthusiasm.
But that's just it, Hob isn't anybody else. He basically radiates of excitement, and warmth. Hob's everlasting wish to live let him see worse sides of humanity, the dangers. While they didn't rob him of positivity, Dream can see the phantom touch of suffering on his mind, traces and scars Hob holds secretly within himself.
His inability to shift feels unbearable as if inside his body scorching hot coals were multiplying and dividing at once, sensation similar to that of running the chalk on a chalkboard; like dissonant murmurs inside one's head talking and pulling in every direction, yet each and every one getting ignored.
Does he wish to hold Hob close and tight in his embrace, and tell him he's forgiven him. To tell him again, and again, until he believes, because Hob, singular among men, regrets what he did and inspires to be better.
Suddenly Dream crashes against the floor.
In no time he finds himself on the bed again. This time observing on Hob. Dream notes the human's erratic breathing, and twitching fingers. Then when Dream focuses on Hob's dreamspace, he can feel edges of a nightmare reaching back.
He doesn't interfere. For nightmares serve purpose and to end them would be to rid dreamers of their lessons.
No, the nightmare will run its course. But that doesn't mean he can't comfort him here.
Dream moves closer to Hob's head and then nuzzles into his throat. Like this Dream can feel Hob's heart, so full of life, pumping blood in a repetetive and erratic pace. He places his right paw on Hob's head; then gently and slowly, cautious of his own claws, he adjusts the human's hair. Without the hair in the way, tear tracks were revealed and are glimmering in moonlight. New tear makes its way down Hob's cheekbone. Dream wants to erase them, lick them away, to get rid of Hob's pain. Hob lets out barely hearable words, breathy whispers they are.
Only three were getting to The Waking through Hob's lips "sorry", "please" and "wait". Dream meows in sympathy.
Soon enough Hob's body gives a brief jerk, signaling Dream that Hob is waking up.
Hob opens his eyes. He sits up and leans against the headboard. His left hand clutches the pyjama top, while the other hand the duvet. Mind's reeling from the nightmare. No longer drowning in dread, regret and sorrow.
With his eyes closed, Hob focuses on calming down his racing heart. He's aware of his chest expanding with each following breath.
Images of furious and disappointed dark eyes flash before him. "I shall take my leave of you and prove you wrong."
He squeezes his eyes and whines in despair. Dream nudges Hob's wrist. *Mreow*
Hob sharply breaths in. The cat's cool damp nose and accompanying meow startled Hob enough from his thoughts. He brings his attention to Dream and starts petting.
"Did I scare you?" He says softly, "I'm okay. Nothing's wrong, little one. Just a nightmare." Hob says, more to comfort himself than Dream. "In fact, I expected it, should've warned you." Hob laughs, his voice shaky. "My fault for scaring you like that."
The cat tilted his head at Hob, a questioning glint in his eyes.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Hob asks, only to get a mew in answer. "Was it when I said I expected having a nightmare?" Hob guesses. At that Dream gives a few quick licks to Hob's fingers. "Ah...well, I'm no stranger to nightmares." He says with an odd tone, "This particular one has been recurring since 1890s. Sometimes there are some changes, but it always ends the same." Hob speaks shrugging his shoulders with fake nonchalance. "Over 600 years is a long time to get familiar with what might influence me. This is no exception." Hob scratches Dream's chin. "I learned that any reminder of my Stranger, like Shakespeareβ" he scoffs, "βor the topic of slavery is basically a guarantee for nightmares."
Hob pauses, his fingers however continue their ministrations through the cat's fur. The short silence was broken by Dream's impatient murmur.
"I hoped today would be different." The admission is quiet. So quiet that were it not nighttime it would not be heard, even by Dream. A stray tear made its way down Hob's cheek, the sight made Dream still. Hob speaks slowly, voice low, a mere whisper in the dark bedroom. "Unlike other ones, tonight itβ" he clears his throat, "I thought with my Stranger coming back and admitting us friends, it wouldn't be an issue. Not anymore." There's a paw placed on his chest. "Foolish, eh?" Hob's laugh is choked with tentative, fragile hope. "Should've known better. Like flipping a switch. Nothing works like that - I know that. I just hoped that maybe this once it could?" Another tear gleams in moonlight as it runs down Hob's cheek. "Being abandoned isn't fun. And to get that reminder even if my Friend visits me? " His voice strained, "Really sounds like an unnecessary way to torment myself." Dream made a quick chirping noise.
"You know, for a while there I thought you'd be my undoing. You remind me so much of my Friend. Though between you and him, you're way more affectionate." A poor attempt at humor, but it brought a small smile on Hob's face. Though if Dream's expression is anything to go by, it truly wasn't amusing.
It's silent after that. Hob unsure whether to sleep or stay awake, but somehow still lighter after speaking about his troubles.
Dream on the other hand feels heavy with guilt and slight unease. Witnessing the results of his absence was excruciating, yet it didn't compare to the pain at the realisation of how his abrupt escape in 1889 has effected Hob.
EraserMic where Hizashi is getting ready for xmas eve dinner, listening to "Merry Christmas Baby" as he styles his hair.
CW// xmas fluff, a couple smooches πΒ
He serenades the toothbrushes on the countertop, proudly belting out the lyrics "Gave me a diamond ring for Christmas, now I'm living in paradise!" even though they've been married for years.
Shouta watches fondly from the doorway, propped up with a small smile on his face as the whir of the blow dryer competes w the volume of the music.
Shouta decides to walk in and hook an arm around Hizashi to pull him in.Β
Hizashi yelps in surprise, the noise dissolving into chuckles as he looks at Shouta sweetly and caresses his cheek. "Was just saying how bad I wanted to 'hug and kiss you, baby,'" Hizashi says teasingly, pecking Shouta on the lips.
"Still thankful for that ring, huh?"Β
"Everyday," Hizashi replies sweetly, kissing him again.
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"Merry Christmas Baby" (the `Sheryl Crow version reigns supreme in my book... it's my favorite Christmas song!!)
I think that when Aizawa taught Eri about the holidays, he maybe left out a few key details about Santa. Because when he finds the letter she left for him, he can't help but chuckle.
CW// xmas fluff, Aizawa as Eri's caretakerΒ
She's left it laid out for Santa on the coffee table in the living room and has since gone to bed for the night. Aizawa skims it again and again, reading to himself:
Dere santa,
Hi my naym is eri. I lik yer bag red is pretey. Du u lik crismus or halowin mor? Thenk u forΒ tawking to me. I no ther ar a lot of kids.
eri
She drew little hearts and what looked like both candy canes and pumpkins around the margins, and Aizawa laughs that not even once did she mention a gift she would like.Β
Mirio spends the next day explaining to her in grandeur terms that Santa will give her anything and that's he magic and all she has to do is ask him for it, and she stares in awe and then considers it deeply before responding, "I like candy apples!"
Aizawa is sure she'll like the gift he got her just fine: a new hero costume, something small she can wear around school when he's in his.
He also got her some plushies. She tends to enjoy cuddling up when she goes to sleep, and he often finds her holding a pillow when he has to wake her.Β
Aizawa doesn't mind not explaining to Eri that Santa already knows her name because it saves him trouble in the future. Plus, the kid is too inquisitive and bright for her own good. He'll stick with Santa being her pinpal who leaves her a surprise gift or two every year.
I just think that the one year Kyouka leaves wrapping presents to Denki that he loses his whole entire mind.
CW// xmas hc, KamiJirou w kiddos, frustrated packaging, quirk use...Β
Kyouka gets called in on xmas eve and Denki is like yeah yeah yeah I got everything. Don't worry babe. See you on xmas morning.
And he does have everything: the baking cookies for Santa, impromptu xmas music dance party while they're in the oven, watching a xmas movie,Β bedtime stories, and super fun red and green striped pajamas.
All is going great with the kids in bed by 9 until... packaging.
He's tearing the paper with his hands, misplacing the tape every 5 seconds, biting ribbon off the spool, and tearing his hair out to get it done.Β
He feels like he's been doing this all night, staring at the clock to see an hour has gone by, but there's still a massive stack to wrap. He's already wrapped... 4... 4! 4?? He huffs in frustration, throwing a remote control car aside as he grabs the next gift.Β
The doll is probably the worst one. It takes him 3 times as long to figure out the packaging than it does the other gifts, and when he sets it with the other stack of finished gifts, he's relieved. Until he finds later that the paper has torn???
He suppresses the urge to scream as he picks up the doll, electricity buzzing across his fingertips. He grabs more gift wrap, huffing exasperatedly, trying to patch it, but the doll's arm just pierces it again, and soon, before he can think about what he's doing, the paper crumples into ash as he zaps the toy with an electric current. The doll is fried, face a bit burnt and hair sticking straight up, and he grits his teeth in embarrassment, deciding maybe it's time to take a break.
He goes to "make sure" Santa has eaten his cookies with a glass of milk and then goes back to his room to reevaluate.
Just as soon as he's finished transferring wrapped gifts to underneath the tree, he hears a familiar voice behind him ask, "How's it going?"
He turns to see his wife smiling back at him, still wearing her hero gear and clearly just having walked in.Β
Kyouka laughs when she sees the doll.
"I kind of figured honestly," she teases, and Denki feigns outrage.
"I can't believe you think so little of me," he pouts, and she chuckles as she pulls out another doll from the top of their closet.
"I just had a feeling..." she says,Β taking the wrapping paper and packaging it in a quick two minutes.
"You're magic," Denki says in awe, and she laughs.
"Whatever... You're the one that pulled off Christmas Eve all by yourself. I think you're magic."
"I love you," Denki mutters against her lips, and she gives him a peck.
CW// fluffy xmas morning thoughts, basically a π³οΈβπ Hallmark movie π
I think that Kaminari goes skating every year, and now that he and Sero are dating, he invites him to come with.
Sero agrees without a second thought but acts bashful when the night comes.
They get some hot cocoa when they arrive, and Kaminari notices that Sero seems to look nervous, holding onto the cup tightly and darting his eyes to the ground nervously.
"Hey, you okay?" Kami asks him, and he chuckles a little.
"Y-yeah. For sure. Uh-"Β
He scratches the back of his neck, his face flushed, perhaps from the cold or otherwise, as he admits, "I just, uh- well, I don't actually know how to skate..." Kaminari smiles big at him, and Sero returns it as they both start to laugh.
"Oh! That's fine, babe. I mean,Β we definitely don't have to, but... I can teach you." Sero smiles big and nods at him, taking his hand as they go to rent skates.
He's unsteady when he steps on the ice, and the look of panic in his eyes when he steps onto the rink sends Kaminari into a giggling fit.Β
He holds him tight, but his wobbling just encourages Kaminari's chuckles until Sero's feet are sliding up from under him and sending him and Kaminari into a heap on the ice.
Kaminari is inconsolable, and Sero can't help but smile, even with the ache from hitting the ice so hard.
They haven't been dating for long, and this is their first Christmas being together, but Shouto asks him to come because Christmas dinner always proves to be difficult in his family, and he'd feel better having Hanta there with him.
Hanta knows how short Shouto's social battery is, particularly around his family, so he's prepared when midway through their meal, Natsuo starts to argue with their father and Shouto stands up abruptly and shuffles out of the room without a word.
He had been attuned to the way Shouto had been fidgeting with his fingers, drumming them against the top of his thigh before his eyes went vacant altogether for awhile, tuning it all out.
Then he was gone, and Hanta excused himself politely soon after to find him.
It didn't take long. Just down the hall was a coat closet beneath the stairs where he found Shouto nuzzled beside some boxes and totes, cradling his knees.
Hanta just smiled and sat down beside him, leaving a few inches of space between them as he pulled out his phone.
He sent him a request to play an iMessage game, and Shouto accepted it without looking up, playing a round of Connect 4 as Hanta listened for Shouto's breathing to level.
After a couple more games, Shouto had leaned into Hanta, allowing him to cradle him closely, placing kisses on his cheek.
They passed a chunk of the evening there in careful silence, and the family hardly noticed they had gone when they finally slipped back to the living room after Shouto had calmed down.
Time for the annual reposting of Christmas and holiday chapters for your perusal... here they are below!
And the B-Sides!
To the amazing Farm Frolics readers and the wonderful Led Zep tumblr fandom as a whole:
Wishing all of you a very Merry Christmas and a peaceful and happy Holiday season. Thank you all for your readership and continued support! Love Luxe and Bron xxxx
This is the first few chapters of my fill for Klaine Secret Santa 2023! The last part will be up by the 27th. Sorry for the lateness, it got away from me a little bit. Hope you enjoy I had such a fantastic time writing it! ππ π
<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/52517005"><strong>Like Snow On The Beach</strong></a> (6687 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/ThankYouForTheMusicKlaine"><strong>ThankYouForTheMusicKlaine</strong></a><br />Chapters: 3/?<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Glee">Glee</a><br />Rating: Teen And Up Audiences<br />Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel, Carole Hudson-Hummel/Burt Hummel, Rachel Berry/Finn Hudson<br />Additional Tags: Canon charecter death, Klaine Secret Santa Gift Exchange 2023<br />Summary: <p>Klaine Secret Santa Gift for MadAs_AHatter!</p><p>Yet another Soulmates!Klaine fic, this time featuring single dad!Kurt, popstar!Blaine and Taylor Swift's song Snow On The Beach. Trigger warning for signifcant discussion of Finn's death.</p>
ππ Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!! π π
It's almost Christmas!!! π πβοΈ
These last days have been quite cold, so Mirio and Majo have decided to spend this Christmas together at home, drinking hot chocolate and coffee with milk, respectively, enjoying each other's company and opening gifts βππ
This year has been one of constant changes in my life, practically a roller coaster. I can say that, certainly no month has been exactly the same, good and bad things have happened, illnesses, people who have come and gone, but wellβ¦ the most important thing is that we are together on these times and that we have health and life ππ
Likewise, after a lot of insecurity, this year I fully entered the "Boku no Hero Academia"/"My Hero Academia" fandom and my interest in Mirio Togata returned after 3 long years of trying to repress it due to several reasons. Thanks to this and to a lovely friend who included me in a shipping group, I have met beautiful and very friendly people, I really feel very welcomed by all of them and I am very grateful, I never felt so welcomed in a fandom before ππ
Without more to say, I hope you have a beautiful Christmas and very Happy Holidays with your family and loved ones!!! πͺππ
Thank you for another year of your support and company!!! ππ
Merry Christmas π π and happy holidays π what's the first Chris mess news you heard from the beginning.
Do you mean, from the beginning of me being in this fandom? Well, I dropped in at the beginning of JS round one, so that was my introduction to mess.
If you mean, what's the oldest bit of mess I ever heard about him? Well, 2005 seems to be when messy Chris started coming to the fore and getting mention, because of Fantastic Four release.
Yes, he was in Las Vegas in 2005, at ShoWest, no less (for FF)! (And could have also just been there at another time for personal trip.)
But, then, there was a ton of messy gossip about his behavior during the Fantastic Four premiere in NYC. *sniff*
π Week 4 π Week 5 πΎ Week 6
This is the second and final masterlist for our Holiday 2022 event. Thank you to everyone who made this such a successful event. Our fandom is so blessed to have so many wonderful and talented creators who are willing to give so much of themselves for all to share. Thank you for participating, and here is to a wonderful 2023 for all!
IT LIVES IN THE WOODS
Childhood Memories | Lincoln McQuoid x nb!mc - @aallotarenunelma πΎ
White Blanket | Dan PIerce x F!MC - @aallotarenunelma π
OPEN HEART
A Special Gift | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @genevievemd π
Christmas Tree Traditions | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @liaromancewriter π
Countdown | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @potionsprefect π
Delayed | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @socalwriterbee π
For His Girls | Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter π
Just a Little Faith | Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter π
Kiss Me at Midnight | Sienna Trinh x F!MC - @liaromancewriter π
Merry Christmas | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @tveitertotwrites π
Spot πΆποΈ: Its okay, bud! Whether you celebrate now or late... π
Riya π°ποΈ: We still have our 'Christmas Spirit' for the Holidays! π
MuruKir π΅β: Indeed, and we loved these throwback wearable holidays from yours truly, as well as your throwback artwork! ππ Merry 'Late' Christmas and Happy New Year, A-Pal! πππ ππ
πMerry Christmas π What piece of writing are you proudest of this year?
merry christmas!! πππβ¨ thank you for the ask!!
non-fandom | i passed my second qualifying paper (qp2) for my phd program with no revisions, on my first attempt! (you get two attempts: on your first attempt, you can pass with no revisions, pass with some revisions, or tentatively fail and are required to submit an entirely new paper/study. on your second attempt, you can pass with no or some revisions... or you fail and are terminated from the program.) my qp2 will also serve as the foundation for my dissertation. π (and my bookβwhich i have started!!!!)
fandom | i'm obsessed with the way snow globe just literally appeared out of thin air from @aicosu's three-word prompt ("just say it"). π all of my favorite fics seem to be the ones that somebody else requested, and i am equally obsessed with fics that are written for my requests HAHA (go read pop rocks by @aicosu... for MY PROMPT HAHAHA). i love the world that i have pieced together for this mountain!au!! i am very excited to post part iii π
thank you sm for following me <33 i appreciate you all reading my silly little blog very much.
since it's around christmas time, i thought i'd make the theme of this celebration match the current holiday, but with a little twist because i'm not a very merry, jolly person and i lack the appropriate long, white facial hair.
creepy christmas celebration:
π(skull)- would you rather/cym/fmk
π (santa who watches you when you're sleeping)- i'll make you a playlist based on your vibes, or a specific fandom/character as requested
π¦(james potter)- send me any prompts and i'll write something for it
πΈ(snow covered spiderweb)- i'll make you a moodboard (tell me a little about you if we're not mutuals)
π·(mulled wine/blood)- send me any hc's you have and i'll give my honest input/or just say whatever you want
β(killer snowflake)- send me a ship/character and i'll give you some hc's for them
β(cannibalistic snowman)- send me a character/ship/au/genre and i'll try to give you some fic recs
π(present)- gift exchange! send me a little gift (can be anything, like a meme, a picture of something, etc.) and i'll send one back
β°(coffin)- i'll handwrite you a letter (mutuals only!)