#A Short Story A Day

[sweetestshaboo]

Story 17: “Echoes of Mirth" by Abubakar Adam Ibrahim

Read in Africa39: New Writing from Africa South of the Sahara (Ed: Ella Wakatama Allfrey) An unnamed narrator’s family comes to terms with the loss of their matriarch in this short story about grief, and happiness, by the author of Season of Crimson Blossoms, which I enjoyed when it came out. In a time full of grief (to paraphrase Warsan Shire, it hurts everywhere), this was a reminder of the…

[and-corn]

part 6 of this comic

[fishofthewoods]

while i'm imperialposting. imperial dragon lore that makes me want to tear my hair out. web weave

[pausegame]

Neri de Acutis & Rook de Riva | Dragon Age: The Veilguard (2024)

[bronybrian]

Eric and Alex spread Christmas joy to all the good people

[lotus-pear]

bsd rewatch w my friend means obligatory art of my fav found family ever

[cowboylikeyouu]

it‘s so good coming back to tumblr after chilling on tiktok for an hour bc everyone here has moved past the "hey, deadpool & wolverine was kinda gay" stage WEEKS ago, while on tiktok 50% are still being like "hey so, i think the honda fight scene is a teeny tiny little bit sexual, but only if you squint" and the other 50% are angry marvel dudebros who try to argue with you about how dEaDpOoL iSnT cOnFiRmEd QuEeR iN tHe MoViEs, NoT eVeReYtHiNg iS gAy!!! hE hAs A GiRlFrIeNd!!!!

[takatul]

Twisted Wonderland self-aware!Yuu except they’re empathic.

When I say self-aware!Yuu I don’t mean a scenario where Yuu transmigrated into Twisted Wonderland with memories intact.

When I say self-aware!Yuu I mean someone who knows themselves better than anyone else.

They know they have flaws. They know that, sometimes, their flaws will get in the way. Whether it’s shutting down emotionally, not being able to express themselves properly, or something to do with a physical ability. Their flaws will always follow them around. Even in Twisted Wonderland.

And yet, self-aware!Yuu is still kind. Still loving all of their strengths and flaws.

Ace needing a place to stay after Riddle off’d-his-head? “Yes, of course you can sleepover.”

Deuce breaking down after letting his delinquent side out? “No, you’re not a bad guy— you just protected me and Grim from those bullies!”

Riddle having a crisis after his overblot? “I don’t accept your apology. Not yet at least. But I can understand why acted this way… you’re allowed to feel angry about your past. You didn’t deserve that kind of treatment.”

No matter how wrong the opponent is, self-aware!Yuu always empathizes with them in the end.

Maybe one day, someone confronts them about it. I can see Leona or Azul or Rollo and maybe Jamil. They’re people who have experienced and or seen how terrible people can be.

“Why are you so nice all the time? You’re too thought. Too kind. Good people like you always end up last.”

Perhaps self-aware!Yuu will look at them with a stoic face. Perhaps a shocked expression, accompanied by a frantic gasp. Perhaps even small laugh at their question. And just as the confronting student was about to retort again, self-aware!Yuu will smile.

“Well, I’m not a good person. I just do what I think is right.”

Self-aware!Yuu will sit down, watching activities unfold around them— heart still bursting full of kindness. They’ll pat the empty space beside them. An invitation, but it’s up to the student to take the initiative.

“It’s everyone’s first time living after all. May as well make it kind.”

Soon enough, if the student plucks their courage, they’ll sit and slowly learn how to become self-aware too.

banner credit: @bunnysrph

[devildomwriter]

The Greatest Gift Of All | Mammon x Reader

1.1K+ words | GN! Reader | Established Marital relationship | CW: none

Mammon was over the moon excited. More excited than he’d ever been before. That’s because this Christmas he got you all to himself. Or at least for the beginning of it, after that, it was off to his brothers’ place and then to the Demon Lord’s Castle.

But he ignored this fact in favor of continuing the day jovially.

He hummed happily as he fiddled with the tree ornaments and smiled to himself as he arranged the gifts he’d gotten you for the umpteenth time.

You mixed the cocoa powder into your drink as you listened to the crinkling of the wrapping paper and Mammon’s tiny grunts as he stretched to reach under the tree for the bows that fell off.

He clicked his tongue and looked at his work as you walked in with two mugs of hot chocolate.

His eyes lit up in delight and he ran over to you, quickly chugging the hot chocolate and setting it aside to hug you.

“Careful, the chocolate,” you squeaked and he laughed and blew into your neck, eliciting more squeals from you as he spun you around and set you down.

You immediately set the hot chocolate down and sighed in relief nothing had spilled. You were astounded how easily Mammon had chugged his down considering the amount of steam that’d come from it, but this was one thing that made it clear he was a demon. Another thing was his wings flapping, proof of his joy as he clung to your side.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he repeated giddily as he kissed your neck again and again.

He held your hand and traced his finger across the golden band on your finger.

This Christmas was extra special because it was your first holiday together as a married couple. Last Christmas Eve you had proposed to him. Today was the anniversary of that proposal and Mammon wanted it to be as special for you today as it had been for him back then.

He lead you to your couch covered in comfortable pillows and Christmas stuffies. He brought you a warm woven blanket as soon as you sat down and he jumped beneath it as soon as you were settled.

In front of you, the fire crackled and you rested your head against his shoulder, his face turned a dark red as if he weren’t used to this already. It was cute how every touch felt like the first time with him, tsunderes really were the best.

He handed you the tv remote and you turned the Christmas music off so you could hear the tv. You skipped through the channels and eventually tuned into a streaming service to find a Christmas movie Mammon hadn’t seen with you yet. He was always so happy to be introduced to a new one.

“What’s that one? What’s that one?” He asked, gripping your hand and pointing at the TV.

“Which one?”

“Go back, go back. No. Right there, yeah!”

“Scrooged?”

“Yeah, the guy with the bad haircut.”

“It’s like a retelling of the Christmas carol,” you giggled remembering what had happened when you’d gone with him and his brothers to see the play.

“Pfft. That was a great play. So what this is like a modern one or somethin?”

“Yeah. You know what this’ll be great for you,” you decided as a big focus of this movie was the downfall of greed.

Mammon’s greed didn’t decrease after marriage. He was more careful with money since he didn’t want to put you in a bad situation but the greed had faltered in him otherwise. If anything it was worse, at least when it came to you.

As the movie began Mammon laughed at the many despicable things the main character got into like shoving an old woman out of a taxi. The insufferability of the character was laughable but Mammon was very invested and somewhat worried he came across the same way.

You patted his head and made sure he knew his greed wasn’t on this level—somehow—as the avatar of greed…

The movie credits rolled, jovial music resounding in the modest home you shared and Mammon damn near had tears in his eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“That was great…” he said and you snuggled into his side.

Mammon checked the clock, it was only ten. Normally a night like this should be spent partying, most of his brothers were, but they allowed him a rain check so they wouldn’t have to see him kissing you all night.

“Man, I’m not tired at all, let’s watch another movie,” he suggested and you nodded and asked him to grab you some sugar cookies you’d hidden in a jar.

He was munching on one of them when he brought you the entire jar and you playfully rolled your eyes as he snuggled back in for another movie.

After watching the Polar Express which he got weirdly excited for, he checked the clock again and his grin grew half the size of his face.

He turned to you bouncing in excitement and you cocked your head in curiosity, knowing he was up to something.

He chuckled somewhat evilly and dove under the Christmas tree like an excited cat. You snorted and took a secret shot of it before quickly hiding your phone away.

“It’s time!” He declared, lifting a box in the air with a big red bow.

“Oh?” You laughed and he nodded firmly.

“Last year, at this time, you made me the happiest demon in the three worlds! In our vows, I made you the promise I’d always do the same, and I meant it!” He declared and got on one knee in front of you.

“Open it, open it,” he ecstatically urged and you giggled and tore off the paper, heart beating quickly.

You gasped in delight and opened the small velvet boxes.

Matching diamond studded rings. You couldn’t fathom the price of these and looked wide-eyed at Mammon who gave you a triumphant smirk.

“How? How did you-“ you stuttered.

“I saved up! All the way from last Christmas when I tried gettin’ ya the ring first. These are limited edition Devicci rings specifically for couples! Not even Mephistopheles or Diavolo has one of these babies!” He boasted and you set them aside to hug him.

He began blushing profusely and hugged you back with even more force.

“Ya like ‘em?” He asked and you nodded.

“I love them. Because they’re from you,” you responded and he smiled to himself and separated from the hug to look you in the eyes.

“I feel the same way,” he started. “I’ll love anything, as long as it’s from you!”

You sighed in contentment and hugged him again, “You’re the greatest Christmas gift of all my sweet husband.”

[iffasart]

@campbenji JWCTcountdown: release day / free day

HAPPY CHAOS THEORY DAY!!!!

I'M SO EXCITEDDD :D

Edit: added some close-ups under the cut

[timethehobo]

It’s so rare for a game to give us a canon older character romance option (who looks their age) and I’m so damn ready.

[sweetestshaboo]

Story 16: “The Pink Oysters" by Shafinaaz Hassim

Read in Africa39: New Writing from Africa South of the Sahara (Ed: Ella Wakatama Allfrey) An unnamed Afghan refugee living in South Africa is caught up in the workings of a gang to devastating effect. Forced to confront what fellow refugees are up to in the country, his life is turned upside down. I can’t seem to find a link to the book from which this is excerpted other than here but this…

[virsancte]

consider and hear me, o lord, my god lighten my eyes lighten my eyes lest i sleep the sleep of death

[doctorsiren]

I saw an interesting post a while back that said “Capcom made us [Miles and Diego/Godot] only have like two(?) interactions because they knew we would be unstoppable with a brother dynamic” and tbh it stuck with me bc it was intriguing.

So yeah that potential brotherhood, but that Godot/Diego AU I made (that I still need a name for)

Also I bet Gregory Edgeworth would have smelled like a bit like coffee, and so Diego just reminds Miles of that comforting presence 😭 (the von Karma estate was a tea household, so he didn’t smell much coffee after DL-6 and didn’t realize how much he missed it/reminded him of his father)

[monkayy]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

erik will genuinely jump at any chance he can to steal charles' last name and be so catty about it i know this for a fact WHAT is his deal

[Magneto (2011)]