#Snowing centric

[mentallyunstablethembo]

(this is a Shen Yuan-centric fic, it is the prologue (?) to an au that I'm working on! Thank you and I hope you enjoy!)

This starts like any other story.

Shen Yuan was born apart of a wealthy family, with loving, yet very busy parents, two older brothers and one little sister.

However, ever since he came out of the womb, he was weak and sick, his little soul already struggling to stay alive.

His heart was weaker than that of all of the other children, his lungs making it harder to breathe properly, his immune system struggling to keep up as his body rots and decays like a fresh carcass.

But none of that ever stopped him. He always did what he wanted, his weak body letting him have a lot of free time to do whatever caught his attention that day, his mind and hands usually occupied with something to do.

Shen Yuan was a bit of a loner, but that was fine by him, for he had everything that he ever wanted, that is, his siblings of course.

From the day he was born, his brothers always tried their best to be by his side, helping to raise him and spend time with him while their parents were busy with all of their work.

And ever since their little sister was born, Shen Yuan did the same for her as his brothers did for him.

Life was tough, but he did all that he could while constantly going in and out of the hospital, his passion for his interests only growing stronger.

He learned to play the guqin so that he and his erge could play sweet melodies together, sharing memories of wondrous songs and lullabies to soothe their souls.

He and his dage would then spend time together by playing different games such as weiqi, or 'go', as some people reffered to it. But they also enjoyed playing card games, especially uno, as Shen Yuan enjoyed the thrill of beating his siblings in the game, the satisfaction that he felt as he watched his siblings' distraught faces almost like a sweet nectar to his taste buds, it was simply addicting.

But it was with his meimei that he spent hours reading books and chattering about mundane things.

And it was also because of her and his erge that he picked up drawing and writing along the way as well, as he sought ways to bring their favorite things and ideas to life.

He loved his family dearly, and it was with their support and passion for his interests that he chose to study hard and become a literature teacher.

And he loved it too!

Teaching the next generation of students made him feel fullfilled, like he found his one and only purpose. And the kiddos loved him too.

Sure, he was a bit strict, and boy did he leave scathing reviews and seas of red on student essays, but it was fine!

They were high schoolers, they could handle it!

He taught them for a few years, the students loving him for his curious and excited personality, the way he at times was giddy to teach them new things in the most fun and interesting ways possible, with his classroom feeling comforting and fun due to his decor.

He adored teaching, and he adored the kids as well! And the kids adored him in turn. He wanted to teach for as long as he could.

Until he couldn't anymore.

The pain was all too much. His health was fine and stable enough for the past few years, and sure, there were a few times here and there when something happened, but other than that he was fine!

His decline in health was so sudden and unexpected, nobody could've seen it coming even if they wanted to.

One moment he was fine, teaching the kids like he normally would, and the next he suddenly blacked out as his body hit the floor.

He was suddenly stuck in the hospital again, constantly going in and out while his family tried to be there for him, everyone afraid of what was going to happen next.

By this time, Shen Yuan found the webnovel 'Proud Immortal Demon's Way'.

Curious, he decided to give the book a try, and stars did he fall in love with the story.

That is... Only the beginning.

The rest could burn.

Along with all of the nonsense the author put into it.

The story was good at the start, the world-building, fauna and interesting monsters being what pulled him in, until... It.. kind of spiraled out of control..?

Almost as if the author suddenly decided to say 'fuck it' and shoved his dick into the story, fucking up everything and making sure that all of it was coated in a nice sticky layer of nonsense and papapa scenes, destroying all that he ever created.

Shen Yuan did in fact leave scathing reviews on every chapter, yet also decided that he was bored enough to look closely through the story for any interesting lore, fauna or monsters, cataloging everything he found on the wiki, since that was what originally pulled him in.

He did have all the tine he could ever want, after all.

This journey took a while as well, so when the story finally finished, Shen Yuan felt a little bitter, upset at the way it ended while also deciding to just take a break finally.

... Only for the infamous author, also known as 'airplane shooting towards the sky' (a bit of a childish name, but who was he to judge?), decided to post all of his actual drafts, showcasing the backstories, all the peak lords, scrapped ideas and characters, places, and so much lore!

Shen Yuan wanted to print all of these drafts out, take aitplane out on a nice hang out session and then shove these pages down his throat. Or maybe just hit him with them. Repeatedly. On the head. Mainly so that his braincells that decided to each go their own seperate ways like a couple after a terrible divorce could come back together, because the other one 'changed' and they're 'doing it for the kids', and then hopefully beat the crap out of his non-existent pea brain. Maybe then would the author finally have a light light up in his head.

But of course, life hates Shen Yuan and so it decides to attempt its try at his heart, only to trip onto a panel of glass, shattering it as it failed miserably, because of course he would survive because his sister found him in time!

I would say 'good for him that he survived and avoided his death!', but Shen Yuan was, understandably so, very tired of life's bullshit.

He didn't go back to his home anymore, his condition so bad that he could only stay at the hospital.

His family visited him as much as they could, his sister always coming to visit after school so that she could hang out with him (and maybe get some help on her homework).

His erge would come by and stay for hours, the two would usually talk about the most mundane things, to their deepest wishes and most biggest regrets. They would talk about the future, if there were past lives, anything that crossed their minds as nothing was left unsaid between them. That is, until Shen Yuan's erge had to leave.

His dage would also come and visit him, usually spending their time together in comfortable silence, playing games or just watching movies together.

However, ever since Shen Yuan was little, there was always one thing that he liked the most about these horrendous situations.

He loved when his family would climb into the bed with him, whether it be his mother, sister or any of his brothers. But over the years, Shen Yuan thinks that his most favorite visits are with his father.

The man was always quiet, cold and distant to everyone, but so very gentle it sometimes ached Shen Yuan's heart. His father tried his best, tried everything and anything to ease the burdens that Shen Yuan had to carry, he did everything he could just like Shen Yuan's mother, but that wasn't why he adored the visits from his father.

Through the whole visit, his father would always hold his hand, listening as Shen Yuan talked about anything. And when Shen Yuan asked, he would also climb into the bed, his strong arms embracing his weak, yet so very soft child of his.

He would stay there for hours, as Shen Yuan's head rested on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

In the end, however, it wouldn't be his father, or his mother, that would see Shen Yuan off.

His erge, his dear, beloved erge, would be the one to do so.

Shen Yuan was feeling so weak, so tired, as he was barely holding on, yet he still kept going for his family. It was one of those days where his erge would come and visit, but this time, he held a solemn expression when he looked at Shen Yuan.

Without a word, he quietly climbed into the bed with his little brother, holding him close as Shen Yuan's head rested on his chest, his fingers carding through his hair, careful to not tug on any of the tubes, cables or wires.

"You can go now", spoke his brother softly, tears slowly gathering in his eyes as he continued to pet his little brother's hair. "I'll take care of everyone, you can rest now."

And it was in this peaceful moment that Shen Yuan closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, never to wake up as he was wrapped in the gentle hold of his brother.

His sould drifted away, finally going to sleep.

Or so he thought, but that is a story for the next time.

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Author's note: this is for an au that I'm currently working on, it is only the start of the story and I really hope to write more for it! Hopefully...

Please keep in mind that I rarely write! This is my first time writing after like, what, at least a year or two? And even then, they were very short things that never saw the light of day, and were only shared with friends on discord.

I write only for fun, I do not write to be perfect or have the top writing style, and I quite don't care either! This is all only for fun and because I like it, so please keep this in mind!

My writing is not perfect and there will definitely be spelling errors, as english is not my 1st language and no matter how many times I re-read this, I still tend to miss said spelling errors-

With love,

- Onyx

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[babsvibes]

Bob’s Burgers fic recs: Winter Edition!

By no means is this a complete list, so if you have recommendations for fics about the holidays or general snowy stories then feel free to throw them in the replies!

12 Days of Bob-Mas: Collection of roudie, boblin, zekina and family fluff oneshots by @theangrypomeranian and @littleredruns

Welcome, all, to the 12 days of Bob-mas! For 12 days until Christmas, you can enjoy a healthy dose of romance and/or Belcher family bonding!

Forget-Me-Nots and Marigolds: Collection of tinimmy oneshots by @eroticfriendfictions

Chapter 6: Snowball. A collection of one shots centered around older Tina and Jimmy Jr. after they start living together.

Hung by the Kimchi with Care: Zekina, Gene & drag queens, louigan, and boblin oneshot by @babsvibes

How the future Belcher kids spend their Christmas Eve, each perfect in their own way. Prompts: sick fic, Christmas in drag, and the perfect present.

it always leads you to my hometown: Tinimmy oneshot rated M by @jimmypesto

Over the years, Tina and Jimmy Jr. reunite when he returns to Seymour's Bay for Christmas.

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Graphing All the Way: Sustina two shot by @sailoreuterpe

Tina and Susmita have been dating for a while and Tina feels ready to give a special gift. Will she have the courage?

K5 Noshing - Linda Belcher: Linda-centric Hanukkah drabble by aimmyarrowshigh

Noshing. You know that bakery downtown that has a photo of Linda labeled, 'DO NOT FEED'?

leave the Christmas lights up ‘til january: Boblin, zekina, Gene/Alex, platonic Susmita and Tina, and family fluff oneshots by @jimmypesto

A collection of Christmassy ficlets about The Belchers and company.

Shiver: Louigan oneshot by @percysburgers

"How many times did I tell you to get your engine checked?” aged up louigan stranded in the middle of nowhere au

Snowed In: Zekina oneshot by eightlightminutes

A snow storm leaves Tina home alone with her least-favorite person. Can Tina put aside the rage she feels for Zeke in the spirit of Christmas?

The Santa Trap: Belcher family fluff oneshot by crumblingwalls

BURGER OF THE DAY Happy Hollandaise with Canadian bacon

The Ugly Christmas Sweater Swap: Boblin and family fluff oneshot by wonderminterplus

The Belchers have a ugly Christmas sweater swap.

[felixravinstills]

persephone price fic that I'm unsure how I feel about, but it exists...

(@maidstew, it only feels right to tag you. anyway, my laptop is about to die so hitting post...)

[crimsoncold]

[sheridoodle]

S3.07 “The Double Clue”, they will NEVER make me like you. I don’t think I have never felt more upset with a tv show than after I watched this episode.

[ghostinharrenhal]

He knew nothing of his mother; Eddard Stark would not talk of her. Yet he dreamed of her at times, so often that he could almost see her face. In his dreams, she was beautiful and highborn and her eyes were kind. - Jon III, A Game of Thrones

The boy absorbed that all in silence. He had the Stark face, if not the name: long, solemn, guarded, a face that gave nothing away. Whoever his mother had been, she left little of herself in her son. - Tyrion II, A Game of Thrones

[scumtrout]

The above tweet still seems absolutely batshit to me because... There are many reasons to dislike cars, but 'cars destroy your innate connection to nature when driving in snow' is an unhinged take given that a car is actually a pretty reasonable way to travel medium to long distances through snow. Do you propose walking 10+ miles through snow instead? Taking a horse through snow? Are you aware that even using a dog sled is a pretty intense activity compared to driving? Have you considered that cars generate their own heat and they make reasonably safe shelters if you get stuck for whatever reason? Are you aware an innate connection to nature sounds lovely but nature doesn't give a shit and there are circumstances where it will fucking kill you?

[grapehyasynth]

Petition to move Christmas to January

[scene-iii]

kyaaa thinkin' about my Dinah & Jamil dynamic again...

It's a little rough for Dinah to reach out to Jamil (guy who already doesn't feel like he has control gets locked into a room 👍 vs. guy who thought the first guy would be the cherry on top to his master plan)

BUT either in later loops (maybe 400+?) or just one really Jamil-event-oriented loop, Dinah tries to befriend Jamil because he can't help but look for friendship down every avenue.

A Jamil dynamic either starts with Dinah getting to know him before book 4, thus lessening the blow of what he does to Dinah in book 4 (or having him reconsider getting Dinah involved entirely)

OR, post-book 4, Dinah seems so unaffected by what Jamil did that Jamil thinks the blond is a freak and doesn’t know how to respond when Dinah offers him friendship.

Because Dinah isn’t doing this out of the kindness of his heart, Jamil can tell that much, but he also isn’t doing this to exact revenge against him. Dinah isn’t plotting with his olive branch, he doesn’t even seem to care. He’s making an effort out of sheer curiosity.

Jamil responds awkwardly, on his guard. However, the more time Dinah spends around him, the more he lets his walls down, and the placement of his concern changes from Dinah’s intentions to his well-being. A mix of "Do you even understand the weight of my actions? And even then you're offering me your hand?" and "Huh you are actually INCREDIBLY apathetic to your surroundings, am I the only one to have noticed this? Great Seven what is wrong with you."

[procrastinatorproject]

New game: Share your three best fanworks. No thinking, just the three that instinctively occur to you. Then copy-paste this ask to anonymously share with as many people as you want.

Okay. A) I love this! Thank you so much, nonnie, for a brilliant idea!

B) Whoof. That's tough 😅

Without thinking:

My very first fic. It is finished, it has pacing, it has an arc, it has an actual story... The prose might need a bit of polishing, but I think it's still some of my best work!

My most artistic fic:

I just... I don't know. I feel like it's very personal and almost has something lyrical about it and I feel very deeply about it, even if it is perhaps a little pretentious.

The third one is hard, though...

I'm very torn between something like A Night at the Opera, which I'm still extremely proud of, In the Palm of his Hand, which I love and hope to finish one day, and even The Cake is a Lie. Though the last two are probably not nearly as good in their current published form as they are in my WIPs, where I have additional material that really adds A Lot to them 😅

But I feel like I also want to put one of my metas here, because I have a bunch of those and they're important to me and feel like they're out of contention for this sort of thing. So here's my probably favourite bit of meta writing:

I love Rios and Agnes! And I find their budding relationship fascinating and gentle and lovely and want to think about it more. And this was such a great way to look at their interactions and psychology, and to explain why I think they make sense together.

(Also: it always reminds me of the incredible "Your Light on Me" by @regionalpancake and the gorgeous Love Comes Softly by @smhalltheurlsaretaken, which is essentially the same argument but as an amazing fic (and gorgeous podfic by @thelaithlyworm). And these kinds of connections always make everything better 🥰)

[mkstrigidae]

Unwillingly thrust into a realm full of beauty and danger, filled with beings who aren't supposed to exist, Sansa is exhausted, terrified, and desperate to return home. But with the secret of her heritage- heritage she hadn't even known about- revealed, these immortals aren't about to let her leave. Not when she holds something they want. Something valuable. Something in her very blood.

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“Can’t we get the police involved?” Bran pleaded. “Get someone else to help find her?” “I wish we could.” She told him, reaching out to squeeze his brother’s hand. “Well why the hell can’t we?” Rickon snarled, his fists clenched so tight around his mug that Robb was amazed the cheap ceramic hadn’t shattered yet. “Because, right now, Sansa isn’t in this world.” Brienne wearily admitted.

Chapter 2: Salt and Steam

Sansa wakes up, alone, horribly injured, and stranded in a strange environment, desperately trying to figure out where she is, amidst the slick, black stone. While she tries to find her way out, someone- or something- else finds her first.

[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 9: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

Yesterday's poll helped The Adventurer build his raft...

"After two hours of fumbling about with tangled rope and tree branches, he's finally produced something that at least.. mostly, looks like a normal raft. He attaches a few extra flowers for decoration, loops his cat into a makeshift safety harness (so they can't get lost in the water), then gives everything one last check before deciding it's all ready to go, nervously pushing off into the river...

Surprisingly, it floats just fine. As long as he doesn't make any sudden movements, the raft doesn't threaten to flip over, or even wobble nearly as much as he expected. There's no way to really steer or paddle, but he does have a large stick he occasionally uses to push himself away from rocks or other obstacles. Luckily, the current is very slow at this section of the river, and hopefully will remain so for his entire trip.

Just lazily floating around, he estimates he should travel about 4 hours to fully get past the blocked road and end up at the next area on his map. Though the raft is too small (and too lumpy) to comfortably lay on, he can still recline slightly, bathing in the near afternoon sun, watching the scenery slowly drift by....

About 30 minutes into his first ever sailing adventure, he feels the water shift as a larger boat comes near. He can't see it clearly yet, but it seems to be nice - polished wood with painted sections and little flags draped along the sides, presumably some sort of actual steering and propelling mechanisms, and about 10 people lounging on the surface, maybe having some sort of party..? It's been very quiet so far, these are the first other travelers he's seen in the entire area today... Should he attempt to make contact with them? "

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Additional details -

Boat Make-up : Based on the results of the last poll (where people helped him make a boat by choosing the amount of materials) -- With 30% branches and 21% rope, there's only a 9% difference between them, so both are in pretty close amounts, which means there's a TON of rope. (normal ratio would be like 65% wood and 10% rope lol). I probably should have even added more, but it's so visually busy, just pretend there's extra rope wrapped under the boat too.

30% branch and 15% fabric means there's about half as much fabric as there is wood, which is also A LOT for just a little side decoration, so I made the flag huge, and a square of fabric for the cat to sit on. 10% berries means that there's enough ink for 1/3 of the wood to be entirely covered in purple designs. The least amount was the twigs and leaves for padding, which would cover a little under 1/3 of the wood (laid on top). then a little over 1/3 of the space is flowers for decor, which are just kind of sitting in a pile on top, with a few actually tied down onto the flag or other areas.

Since the branches were pretty close in percentage to all other things (not like 80% branches and 20% all other materials), the raft is fairly small, as not much wood was used.

main goal: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has

[hinekoakahi]

Also, about white Chtistmas being anglo-centric, it's... literally not?

I'm "South of Amsterdam", as the post defines it, and just last week I was talking to an oder colleague and she said how we used to get snow in April. In April! She was talking about it like it's a recent thing, and let me tell you, not in my early-thirties memory, it's not!

Shit, some parts of Germany, in our Central Uplands, used to get half a metre of snow in June! A lady we stayed with for vacation showed my sister and I photos once.

Christmas as a cultural icon is starting to get really dystopian in a climate sense, december has historically been a time of year in which there would be snow in a significant portion of europe and north america, and the fact that its not even icy this time of year and all the christmas songs and decorations reference a time of year that will likely never exist in the same way again in my life time is so strange.

[snow-system-wol]

Me getting really excited/sad over the Black Shroud/Serenity rearrangement for Baelsar's Wall dungeon

Vs

S'ria having what is surely a great time drowning in about 10 enemies

[theglizzardwizard]

I still stand by my previous statement regarding pretending to be white in predominantly white fandom spaces.

[alex-guerin]

Snowdays because it snowed so much all the roads were closed. And this happened MULTIPLE times a winter, to the point that school would be extended past its normal end date to make up for all the days we missed during the winter. Pretty sure they're non-existent now, and not just because we rarely get heavy snows, anymore.

Oh, but bald eagles are finally on a comeback in Illinois, at least. It used to be super rare to see one, now I can usually see one every month or so on my way to work or when I'm heading out somewhere.

Fireflies. So fucking many of them when I was growing up. They were my favorite part of late spring/early summer. Now I rarely catch a glimpse of them.

It is more likely to snow on Halloween or Easter, now, than it is for there to be a white Christmas.