#It's a Christmas miracle

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

The hospital was shockingly easy to break into, though Dabi supposed it was more due to it being built for keeping mentally ill people with quirk restraints in as opposed to keeping villain terrorists with full access to their quirks out. A distinct oversight considering exactly which top ranking hero's wife was being housed there.

All Dabi had to do was burn open a hole in a metal fence hidden behind an overgrown bush (and if he almost set fire to said bush multiple times in the process that was nobody's business but his) and then climb a particularly perilous tree, shimmy across an extremely narrow and dubiously sturdy ledge, and slide the window open with one hand, all the while clutching a bouquet of blue rindous in the other.

Easy.

No sweat.

He could do it with his eyes closed. Probably. At least he'd say he could if anyone asked, which they wouldn't, because if anyone found out that the A rank cremation villain Dabi was breaking into a hospital to leave Endeavour's wife flowers every few weeks they'd be too concerned about the fact that they were now burning to death to ask any further questions.

Dabi always frowned slightly whenever the window slid open without resistance. The hospital still hadn't fixed the latch, which was great for Dabi since he wouldn't have to break it again, but he couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed by the hospital's incompetence.

Didn't they know just about any unwanted creep could crawl through a fence, climb up a tree, shimmy across a ledge, and climb into this window? If he weren't a highly wanted criminal of secretive origins he'd write a formal complaint.

Maybe he should just murder whoever was in charge of security, they might be replaced with someone who actually cared for the safety of their patients. He tucked that idea away for later.

For now he had to focus on making sure Rei Todoroki was asleep and wouldn't notice him, she was usually out like a light at this time of night, she hadn't even stirred that one time a piece of ledge dislodged beneath Dabi's foot and he let out a rather undignified squeak of terror. Maybe she was being sedated, he hoped it was willingly, he didn't dwell on that thought, it wasn't as though he could do anything about it if it wasn't.

He could see the outline of her body under the covers from the little amount of light provided by a streetlight beyond the boundary fence, no movement, good.

The vase was still on the windowsill, excellent, one time it had been moved to the bedside table and he'd almost had to crawl right inside to reach it.

Dabi pulled out the old wilted rindous and laid them down beside the vase before carefully passing the fresh flowers from one hand to the other, shifting his grip on the windowsill, leaving his body vulnerable to the unforgiving laws of gravity for a brief moment. He cursed his weak stomach as it lurched violently at the minor jolt, it didn't matter how often he did this, it made its displeasure known each and every time.

He tucked the flowers into the vase and gave the still figure on the bed one last glance before getting ready to shimmy back across the ledge. Something about her looked... odd, misshapen almost, maybe she'd gone to bed with her dressing gown still on. Strange since she didn't normally feel the cold.

He didn't have the luxury of dwelling on the thought, the nurses could be around for check in any minute, agonisingly they were never on a regular schedule.

He had just shuffled away from the window when fingers as cold as his own suddenly wrapped around his wrist. He spun his head so fast he nearly lost his balance, but the grip on his wrist kept him steady against the wall.

Steely grey eyes latched onto his as Rei Todoroki leaned halfway out the window, holding onto him tight.

"Touya." she breathed, expression bright and almost smug. "I knew it, I knew it was you. They said I was delusional , that you were dead, that Enji must be leaving the flowers, but he never remembered my favourites, but you knew, you always picked them out of the garden for me."

Dabi froze, mouth slightly ajar as a denial danced on the tip of his tongue, his reason keeping it at bay.

No, I'm just some random villain breaking onto hospital grounds to leave you flowers, Touya who? Like shit she'll buy that.

Instead he tugged half heartedly at his wrist.

"Let go." he growled.

"Don't leave me Touya." Rei almost sobbed, her grip tightening.

"Let go mum." said Dabi, his voice weaker this time.

"Touya please," he could see tears starting to glisten in the corners of her eyes under the pale streetlight. "Don't leave me."

No no don't you cry don't you dare cry, because if you start I'll start and the last thing you need to see right now is the fucked up living corpse of your son bleeding from the eyes.

Rei's grip was bruising, he could almost hear his wrist creak under the pressure. She probably wasn't even gripping that hard, as tough as he acted there was a reason Dabi stuck to long range attacks, his body was barely more than a brittle bag of bones, a stiff breeze could dislocate his joints, especially with how many times he'd popped his own wrists out of place to slip out of handcuffs.

"If I stay I'll be caught." he argued, wriggling his wrist more urgently, maybe if she felt it pop she'd let go. "I have to go."

"He won't let me leave." Rei said, her words coming in a breathless rush, frantic, desperate. "The doctors cleared me months ago but he won't let me leave Touya. Fuyumi tried everything, Natsuo tried everything, and Shouto wants to help but he's just a child."

Her eyes were wide with panic, the more Dabi pulled away the further she leaned dangerously out the window.

"And what the fuck am I supposed to do?" Dabi hissed, almost on the verge of panic himself, "I'm a criminal, a villain, you think anyone's gonna listen to me?"

"You're the only one left who can help me." Rei's voice was as steady as her hand. "I need you Touya."

Dabi very very much did not like how effectively those words punched the air from his lungs. Needed, she needed him, not Fuyumi, not Natsuo, not even perfect precious Shouto, she needed him. The failure, the fuckup.

No fuck you, you are not that pathetic, get it together you idiot.

"What do you want?" Dabi asked, his voice almost pleading as he kept tugging at his wrist, it still hadn't popped out, of all the times for his joints to behave themselves.

Rei leaned so far over the ledge that for a moment he almost thought she had lost balance, she stared at him with a burning intensity.

"Get me the fuck out of here."

edit: there is now a part two!

[tawfee]

THANK YOU SONIC CHANNEL XOXO

[princelancey]

Another one for the Lance stroll rainbow 🌈

[roomwithanopenfire]

Six Sentence Sunday

Happy Sunday everybody! Thanks for the tags @talentpiper11 @monbons @rimeswithpurple @thewholelemon and @run-for-chamo-miles!

I think I'm finally getting used to my new schedule and it's starting to feel more normal rather than stupidly busy. Also I'm feeling a little better creatively as well, less worn out and more inspired, so hopefully I can keep these creative juices flowing.

I'm posting a new chapter of Proof of Life tomorrow! The further we get into Book 3, the more excited I am to share the chapters (and the harder it is to find good snips). Here's a snippet from the upcoming Chapter 9.

Sighing, I let my phone fall against my chest and lean my head back against the pillow. My eyelids weigh heavy, but so does the bloodlust, so I force myself to keep awake, pushing up with a groan. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I look across to where Simon lies on his bed. I allow myself to indulge for a moment, watching the rise and fall of his chest. Crowley, how did I manage this before? It’s all too much. Being around Simon, thinking about it. Thinking about him.  I never used to be so bad at it, but my emotions feel written on my face, the reality of him is impossible to avoid. Simon Snow, you’re so alive. You got my share of it.

I live for iconic canon lines in new fanfiction contexts.

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[trashlie]

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH thanks to Leo for letting us know but

ILY PHYSICAL COPIES IT'S HAPPENING IT'S HAPPENING IT'S HAPPENING OH MY GOD

Quimchee hasn't made an official announcement yet but

OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There's listings on Barnes and Noble, Walmart, Amazon Canada, Amazon Germany, EVEN KYOBO BOOKS?! It's printing IN KOREA?! (But in English lmao) AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OH MY GOD

I KNEW THIS WAS COMING BECAUSE SHE'D BEEN REVISITING THE OLD PANELS AND WAS GOING TO REDRAW THE LOST EPISODES AND SHE'D MENTIONED ON PATREON HEADSHOTS BUT TO ACTUALLY SEE THE LISTINGS OH MY GOD I'M SO EXCITED FOR HER ;A; and for us ;A;

October 15 is so, SO very far away AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Edit: An additional thought. While it appears that this IS being published by webtoon, for a lot of trad publishing, preorders are really important, so if you have the means to do so, please consider preordering to help support quimchee and to show the support for later subsequent volumes! Given how long ILY is lmao volume one will probably only make it up through the black and white formal arc - think of how many volumes it will take to get through ILY lmaoooo so if you have the financial means, please consider giving it a preorder, rather than waiting for release to buy! We've already read the content, we know it won't let us down hah!

[martha-anne]

Pond bugs!

A few months ago I made a tiny pond in my garden. This week there are bugs in it!

If anybody knows what these are or what it means that they have moved in, I'd appreciate it!

[static-radio-ao3]

@jegulus-microfic // december 16 // prompt: eyes closed // words: 481 // frat boy james au: part 1 + part 2 + part 3

"You're staring," James says, voice somehow fond and smug at the same time.

If you could see him, you'd understand why Regulus was staring, even if he'll always deny it. James, cheeks flushed and nose red. A few stray snowflakes are caught in the mess of his hair, snapback long giney, but they melt rapidly with the temperature change in the cafe. James looks handsome like this. He always does, but well, Regulus can't tell him that, now can he?

"I'm literally not," he counters. "My eyes are closed."

James turns to face him, making direct eye contact. Regulus squeezes them shut so hard he sees stars for a moment.

"Whatever you say, sweetheart."

Driving Home for Christmas plays faintly in the background as they make their way to their table. Theirs, as in, the same one they sit at every week for their study date. Emphasis on date rather than study, but it's the thought that counts (it really isn't).

"The house wants to do a Christmas event," James says once they've ordered their drinks. "Probably next weekend. I think the idea is to either collect money and donate it directly, or use it to buy gifts and then donate those."

"That sounds nice. Are you doing another kissing booth?" He hopes the question comes out neutral.

"Well, I'd need to ask you, wouldn't I? You're the old ball and chain now." He pauses when the waitress returns with their drinks. Flashes her a smile in thanks and eagerly curls his hands around the steaming mug. "Besides, I need to make sure we actually collect, since we don't have you to bankroll our entire charity project anymore."

Regulus rolls his eyes so hard he thinks he sees the inside of his skull. James is so very lucky Regulus is love with him. "Are you ever going to let that go? You're almost worse than Barty at this point."

James tilts his head in consideration, ponders it for a moment or two. Then, "Probably not."

With a huff, Regulus reaches for his own mug of hot chocolate, but before he can grab it, a cold hand circles his wrist, tugging at him until he's facing James.

"What," Regulus mutters. James laughs, but it's a puff of air more than anything. He's about to say something, sorry or I love you or sweetheart, but stops when Regulus lifts his free hand.

He curls a finger under the thin gold chain James is wearing. Notices how goosebumps erupt on his neck when his cold fingers touch the skin there. A single tug on the chain and James sways forward, like how the tide follows the moon. Easy.

Regulus is about to tell him as much, but then James closes the distance between them. Cold chapped lips find his and Regulus feels warm all over. Doesn't even need to squeeze his eyes to see stars.

[steve-brules-rules]

Okay this is the funniest coincidence: my wizard is *also* named Ryan, they/them nonbinary, 26/27 years old at the start of Novus, head over heels for Dasein. This was all created before ever seeing your art (I've been playing since 2020). Mine's a myth wizard, but the similarities are startling. Great minds think alike I guess?? I smile every time I see *your* Ryan and art of them!

WHATTTTT THATS SO COOL AAAAAA

show me your Ryan, I must see them at once so I may fawn over them too 🫵

[leche-flandom]

How "Ever After (1998)" Saved Christmas 2023

Y'ALL, my husband was temporarily imprisoned because the doorknob spontaneously malfunctioned while I was getting Christmas ready. When the kid solemnly informed me that daddy was locked in his room, I really assumed it was a little fib he gave her to get more sleep lol.

So I managed to squeeze in a screwdriver beneath the door for him to dismantle the knob, but it was somehow so broken that it still wouldn't open even after eliminating the damn thing.

Then I remembered Ever After-Leonardo da Vinci's solution and told him to take out the hinges. He did and asked me to kick from my side. I asked where on the door? He said about a foot from the bottom. I left to get a ruler (because I don't know how to eyeball 12 inches) and he got annoyed by my precision. After a great strength of feet*, he was free!

But too grumpy to appreciate where I got the idea. The kid told him that she missed him.

Yay late Christmas morning! Yay film Leo da Vinci!

*additional wisdom from Asneeze in "Robin Hood: Men in Tights"

[squidaped-oyt]

The new graphics and lighting upgrade is treating me very well

[gryz]

a win?? in MY bruins???

[ineffable-doll]

Just had an idea for a short fic, estimated the length it would be, wrote it, and it came out to exactly my estimated length.

This has never happened and will never happen again.

[wingsofaether]

Okaaaaaaaaaaay. Be who you areeeeee

[insomniac-jay]

In light of Kendrick releasing euphoria, we as a society should never forget that Pusha T not only forced Drake to claim his son but cost him millions of dollars AND put a picture of him (Drake) in blackface on the cover

[lessthantwelveparsecs]

Chapters: 20/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars, The Mandalorian (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker Characters: Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Han Solo, Leia Organa, Grogu | Baby Yoda, Fennec Shand, Boba Fett, Wedge Antilles, Hera Syndulla, Carson Teva, Trapper Wolf, Cara Dune, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jacen Syndulla, Merrin (Star Wars), Cere Junda, Cal Kestis, Greez Dritus, Padmé Amidala, The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV), Ahsoka Tano, Lando Calrissian

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Din/Luke is endgame, Canon-Typical Violence, Reclaiming Mandalore, Found Family, serious fic with lots of funny moments, Processing Grief, mythosaurs!!!, mental health is a big theme, Mandalorian Culture, Nightsister magic, Healing, growing together

Summary:

A chance meeting puts Luke Skywalker and Din Djarin back on the same path. As Din comes to terms with his obligations to Mandalore, Luke begins to question his own commitment to the Jedi Order. Together they learn that the truths of their creeds are mutable, but their faith in each other is absolute.

[inevitablemoment]

ROLLISI WEDDING ROLLISI WEDDING ROLLISI WEDDING ROLLISI WEDDING ROLLISI WEDDING ROLLISI WEDDING ROLLISI WEDDING ROLLISI WEDDING!