#Wedding Invitations in 2025

[dennis-wisser]

The Ultimate Guide to Wedding Invitations in 2025: Trends, Styles & Ideas

Planning a wedding in 2025? Discover the latest wedding invitation trends, including luxury invitation boxes, digital invitations, and eco-friendly wedding stationery.

Wedding invitations are more than just an "announcement" they set the tone for your big day! In 2025, couples are getting creative with luxury invitation boxes, high-tech digital invitations, and sustainable wedding stationery. Whether you're planning a grand celebration or an intimate micro-wedding, your invitations should reflect your unique love story.

In this guide, we'll cover the hottest wedding invitation trends for 2025, plus expert tips on choosing the perfect style for your big day.

1. Luxury Wedding Invitation Boxes: The Ultimate First Impression

If you're looking to make a statement, luxury wedding invitation boxes are a must! These elegant, custom-designed boxes add a sophisticated touch to your wedding invitations and create an unforgettable experience for your guests.

Trending Luxury Invitation Box Styles:

Velvet-Lined Boxes: Featuring gold foil lettering and delicate embellishments.

Acrylic Wedding Invitations: Modern and sleek, with laser-cut details.

Floral & Scented Invitation Boxes: Infused with fragrances like rose or lavender.

Why Couples Love Luxury Invitation Boxes:

Adds a touch of elegance and exclusivity

Perfect for destination weddings or VIP guests

Can double as a keepsake box for memories

What's Out?

Simple, plain envelopes with no creativity

2. Digital Wedding Invitations: High-Tech & Eco-Friendly

More couples are embracing paperless, high-tech wedding invitations to reduce waste and add an interactive experience.

Trending Digital Invitation Ideas:

Augmented Reality (AR) Invitations: Guests can scan a QR code to see a 3D preview of the venue or an animated message from the couple.

Personalized Wedding Websites: One-stop destination for RSVP tracking, event schedules, and love stories.

Video Wedding Invitations: A beautifully edited wedding invitation video instead of traditional paper.

Why Digital Invitations Are Popular:

Eco-friendly & cost-effective

Easier RSVP management

Perfect for tech-savvy couples

What's Out?

Basic email invitations without interactive elements

3. Sustainable & Eco-Friendly Wedding Invitations

More couples are prioritizing sustainability in their wedding planning, starting with eco-friendly wedding invitations.

Top Eco-Friendly Wedding Invitation Ideas:

Seed-Paper Invitations: Guests can plant these biodegradable invites and grow wildflowers.

Recycled Handmade Paper: Elegant yet sustainable.

Minimalist Designs: Less ink, less waste, and more focus on the details.

Why Eco-Friendly Invitations Are Trending:

Reduces waste & environmental impact

Unique, personalized touch

Perfect for nature-themed & outdoor weddings

What's Out?

Mass-produced paper invitations with heavy ink usage

4. Custom Handwritten & Calligraphy Invitations

For couples who love a classic, timeless touch, handwritten calligraphy invitations are making a big comeback.

Trending Calligraphy Styles:

Gold & Silver Foil Calligraphy: Adds elegance and sophistication.

Modern Minimalist Calligraphy: Simple yet stylish.

Watercolor & Hand-Painted Invitations: Soft, romantic designs.

Why Calligraphy Invitations Are Popular:

Adds a luxurious and personal feel

Perfect for vintage & romantic wedding themes

Can be combined with luxury invitation boxes

What's Out?

Printed fonts that lack a personal touch

5. Destination Wedding Invitations: How to Make Them Special

If you're having a destination wedding, your invitations should reflect the excitement of travel!

Creative Destination Wedding Invitation Ideas:

Passport-Style Invitations: Designed to look like travel documents.

Luggage Tag RSVP Cards: A fun keepsake for guests.

Boarding Pass Invitations: A playful way to invite guests.

Why Destination Wedding Invitations Are Unique:

Sets the theme for a travel-inspired wedding

Makes guests feel like they're going on an adventure

Perfect for tropical, European, or exotic locations

What's Out?

Basic wedding invites with no creative elements

Final Thoughts: Personalizing Your Wedding Invitations in 2025

Wedding invitations in 2025 are all about luxury, creativity, and personalization. Whether you choose luxury wedding invitation boxes, high-tech AR invitations, or sustainable wedding stationery, your invites should be as unique as your love story.

Which wedding invitation trend is your favorite?

Let us know in the comments!

[just-a-little-silly]

“I am 124.47% certain that no matter what occurs, I will continue to remain happy as long as I have you, Arundhati.”

[agentnico]

You’re Cordially Invited (2025) review

From the director of Bad Neighbours. That checks out.

Plot: A woman planning her sister's ideal wedding and the father of a bride-to-be discover their destination weddings at a remote resort are double-booked. When both parties decide to share the small venue, chaos ensues and disaster awaits.

It’s the beginning of a new year, and the months of January/early-February are always known to be a dumping ground for studios to throw out films that may not be up to par of their regular quality. Then again 2024 as a whole was a pretty disappointing year for movies, so that ‘regular quality’ is up to discussion also. Regardless, we have a new comedy starring Will Ferrell and Reese Witherspoon. Both talented actors, both were in some great films, known for their solid comedic chops….this should fun, right? Yeah no, this is a very forgettable streaming movie, with very dislikable characters, a basic premise and worst of all a lack of laughs. I can forgive the lack of character depth and narrative originality, but the one thing a comedy sets out to do is to make its audience laugh. You’re Cordially Invited however cordially invites but a few mirthless chuckles.

Naturally in these rivalry themed comedies you get two big stars going at each other’s throats. However you always want to make sure these characters have some element of likability that through all the mess they put one another you may still root for them and enjoy watching their hijinks. However both Ferrell and Witherspoon play truly despicable people. For no reason honestly. Yes, the double booked wedding is an inconvenience, however all the problems and clashes that occur due to this are ones that could have been so easily avoided through calm conversations and compromise, however instead Ferrell and the Spoon of Wither go at each other’a throats and ruin each other’s weddings for sake of evil. So when the expected scene occurs where both parties provide an appropriate sob story as to why this wedding seems so much to them, it feels unrewarding and also pointless. “I mean, I tried to destroy a young woman’s wedding. For literally no reason at all.” is a line that Witherspoon’s character literally proclaims to the end of the movie, juxtaposing my point.

In regards to the jokes, I really did not find this movie that funny. There were indeed a couple of entertaining gags, such as the random alligator sequence, a fake heart attack scene which reminded me of something I’d do, and then the post credit scene that puts the Marvel Cinematic Universe to shame. Also, is it now a new clause in Will Ferrell’s contract since Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga and Spirited that he has to sing in every movie he’s in? I’m not saying he’s a terrible singer by no means but neither is he a great one either. Not complaining though, just an observation. Any-how, I cordially invite you to take a miss on this one and instead go catch up on the Oscar nominees. Except for Emilia Perez - haven’t even seen it but f*** that movie.

Overall score: 3/10

[theomenmedia]

The Trailer Of Amazon Prime Video's Next Original Film "You're Cordially Invited" Are Out Now!

Get ready for a wedding clash like no other! Will Ferrell and Reese Witherspoon star in "You're Cordially Invited," where double bookings lead to double the laughs. Streaming on Prime Video January 30, 2025.

[happyprom]

Peruse the forthcoming wedding invitation trends for the year 2025

Peruse the forthcoming wedding invitation trends for the year 2025

From bold typography to personalized illustrations and sustainable options, the latest trends in wedding invitations can help you create a unique and memorable design that reflects the tone of your celebration. Dive into the exciting trends for 2025 and discover how you can make your wedding invitations a memorable prelude to your special day. Explore the leading wedding invitation trends for…

[shaadiwish]

From personalized monograms that add a regal touch to invitations, to water color art that tells your love story in dreamy pastels, these trends are all about making your big day uniquely yours. Whether you’re a fan of classic elegance or bold creativity, ShaadiWish promises you that these 5 new trends are here to inspire and excite every couple.

[randombush3]

the winner takes it all

alexia putellas x reader

summary: an unexpected invitation throws your world off-kilter

words: 6276

content warnings: it's a bit unfaithful

notes: in this universe real madrid is a proper opponent and rival to barcelona, in the sense that funding and history is relatively equal (so it's basically more like the men's rivalry)

idk where this came from tbh

Amb gran alegria, 

Alexia i Olga

T’invitem a celebrar la nostra unió matrimonial. 

10 d’agost de 2025

Gran Hotel Mas d’en Bruno

You haven’t read Catalan in years. You squint at the details. 

You wish you had forgotten it. 

Only Alexia would do this to you, twisting the knife as though it’s a favour, a compliment. Make it seem psychotic for not wanting to go, make it seem like it’s not a big deal. 

The invitation isn’t personalised. You are not special in her eyes. You have been allowed onto the guest list, you have no mark in her life. Surely Olga would have objected if she’d known, if she’d been told. Maybe Alexia doesn’t talk about it. Maybe she has heard your name on match reports and team sheets, announcements for captaincy, interviews with Las 16 who called you traidora then and call you traidora now. 

As if she knew it was coming, your phone begins to light up with messages from Alba. Apologies, perhaps, in her own Alba way. Stuff like ‘are you coming’ and ‘you don’t have to’ and then more buzzing, vibrating the shitstorm into a phone call. 

You don’t speak often. Why would you? But you answer it, listless, really, and unsure what the correct approach to this even is. 

“Hola, traidorita,” she says with a nervous giggle, reclaiming your nickname in Barcelona but reminding you of how you are perceived nevertheless. “I don’t know why you are on the guest list.” 

Alba is like this: straight to the point, unafraid of her sister and unafraid to tell you what she thinks. They are very different, which is why she is the only one who has your current number in her contacts. 

“You told her where I live,” you respond. Your shock makes no room for manners. “Because no one there has my Madrid address, Albi.” 

“No one here has it, yeah. But she asked around. Well, Olga did.” She laughs again. Her nervousness is high-pitched and easily detected. “Told Ale that she has to have her childhood best friend at her wedding.” 

“Childhood best friend?” 

“Estranged childhood best friend?” she tries, and you can hear the smile and the teasing fucking smugness in it. You wonder if anyone else knows you have been invited. Alba because your address was squeezed out of her, sure, but… “And my mother thought it was a good idea too, before you try to murder a woman you have never met.” 

“I’ve met Olga before,” you say without thinking, because that’s far easier to focus on than the idea of Eli getting involved in this completely undesired reunion that is about two centuries too early. “When I was going out with, eh, I don’t remember her name. A model. You know what they’re like. Olga’s the one who works for… thingie.” 

There’s a sigh from the other end. “So many models yet not one name has been retained. Do you even ask them?” 

“We’re not usually doing much talking.” 

“Zorra.”

“Coming from you…” You smirk at the thought of all the little secrets Alba’s had you keep, a tradition that started young and became increasingly frequent when you removed yourself from everyone else’s lives. It’s like a journal, only you judge her. “You’re doing a good job of distracting me until I agree to go.” 

She hesitates, then. You’re not an idiot and you know why she called. Alba is supportive but she has her own agenda most of the time, and no one else knows the exact time you get back from training aside from your fellow teammates. Even then, most are too intimidated to contact you in general, let alone to ask about being invited to Alexia Putellas’ fucking wedding. 

Alba is also very manipulative, a professional puppeteer. And she knows exactly what to say. “It’s been fifteen years. Are you going to let her win?” It’s an infuriating provocation but it hits its target with ease. 

…

The first step of preparing for this wedding takes place in the form of the Euros: you’re going to win it and be happy enough to ignore the impending doom hanging over your off-season plans. Going into the competition with heavy medals round your necks makes cockiness the slippiest of slopes, and it is safe to say that most of your teammates are prepared to cruise through at least the group stages. 

An unexpected injury rips Jenni’s opportunity to play from her grasp (an echo of her ex-girlfriend, you briefly think), and she is flying back to Mexico before the tournament begins. Montse is a captain down – of course only this kind of disaster could happen to her – and before Patri can even open her mouth to volunteer for the role, you are dragged into a leadership meeting.

You’ve worn the armband before, though it seared and burned and blistered until you threw it in Jorge’s face and demanded someone else absorb the hatred it brought. He went ballistic as you’d said it, you remember, his face going red in the soft glow of your hotel room the night before the World Cup final. He’d leaned forwards, fist clenched, knuckles white and wanting to choke the life out of you.

“You have no respect!” he’d roared, voice splitting like thunder against the thin walls of your hotel room. “Not for me, not for your country, not for anything!” His breath was coming out in sharp ragged gasps. He spat. You’d wiped it off your body. “I thought you had scraped all the Catalan out of you, but here it is!” he’d screamed, loud enough to be heard but so comfortable in his power that it did not seem to frighten him. “Selfish and arrogant. You should have made it Seventeen.” 

He’d left in his rage, slamming his door. 

You regretted smiling in pictures with him, shaking his hand, kissing his cheek. You regretted the press conferences and interviews, the shaky defence you had constructed, the words of faith and trust you had professed and tried to believe. It had changed you, just a little bit, that incident. Made you think about who you are, where you come from. Made you remember someone you’d tried to forget. 

But Irene and Alexia, staring at you with both contempt and confusion as you take a seat at the conference table, don’t know any of this. Why would they? To them, this is the traidora. 

“Y/n is going to take Jenni’s place as third captain,” says Montse firmly, if she even knows how to do that. Irene and Alexia share a glance. Their roles have been restored for this competition and they are not prepared for an intruder to take that from them, although Irene will later remind Alexia that it is not your fault Jenni got injured. “I trust you three will come up with a suitable management plan. If you need me, you know where to find me.” 

None of you really do know where she lurks, but she is walking off before you can clarify. 

“We already have a strategy.” And she says it in Catalan, looking falsely apologetic when she is kicked underneath the table. 

“Good job, Alexia,” you tell her, so nauseatingly saccharine that you almost think of the nearest route to a toilet. She’s surprised you’ve granted her a reply though, which is satisfying enough. About to spit out another remark to divide yourselves further, you shift in your chair, stretching out your legs underneath the table. 

It is then that her ring catches your eye.

It’s delicate, shiny. A neatly cut diamond set in platinum with slight details that tell you someone thought about Alexia when they had this made and got it all wrong. Or maybe this is what she likes now. It’s not what you’d have given her.

She sees your eyes fall to her fingers, watching carefully as your gaze heats the metal and makes it almost too hot for her to keep on. You don’t really want her to know that you’ve seen it but you’ve made it bleeding obvious and so the predicament spirals and Irene wants, desperately, to leave you two alone – she knows shouldn’t, she’s aware of the health and safety risk. 

There is something about the way Alexia clenches her jaw, posture stiffening as she allows herself one flicker from your face to the ring, that tells you she is bracing herself for a bullet. She always did have an uncanny ability to read you, however unwanted it was. 

You lean back in your chair, aware of how the bystander is holding her breath, and decide to swallow the words burning on your tongue. You’ve accepted her invitation, and bitter manners are still manners. “Congratulations,” you say, words clipped and brittle, each syllable more venomous than the last. 

The chair makes a screeching sound as you stand. Irene flinches but Alexia does not move. She refuses to watch as you walk out of the room. 

…

Three hours later, Alexia is off the phone with Olga and knocking on Irene’s door with an embarrassed suppression of urgency. Shoulders hunched and lips downturned, the sight is enough for her to be ushered inside with only the quiet flap of Irene’s arms to beckon her forwards. With this part of the training camp being not quite tunnel-vision yet, Irene’s room is littered with toys and toddler stuff. Usually Alexia would be looking at them in quiet excitement. Right now, she is not so sure. 

“Second thoughts?” Irene asks, and Alexia half-jumps backwards in shock, about to furiously shake her head and profess her love for Olga– “I think the plan is good. I don’t think we need to worry about Y/n in the centre, seeing how she’s been playing there this season.” 

It slowly dawns on Alexia that Irene has assumed this is pre-tournament nerves, and that she is being shown such a vulnerable side of her co-captain because, well, who else can be? No one wants to see their commander gulp at the sight of the battlefield. 

“She still favours her left,” Alexia gets out. “She might drift, leaving a big gap for you to cover.” 

“She’s got offers from PSG, Chelsea, and Washington Spirit. It’s in her interest not to drift.” 

“She’s good at drifting.” 

Irene doesn’t respond to that. 

“Since when did you wear your ring to training?” is what she chooses to say instead, asking the question with a healthy fear of getting her head bitten off, taking a small step backwards to put her at a safer distance. 

Alexia doesn’t reply immediately, her fingers grazing the ring as she thinks. The weight of it seems heavier now, almost suffocating in the sterile air of the hotel room, as though this is everything she’s been trying to avoid. Her heart thuds against her ribcage. It feels like everyone is starting to notice. 

“I didn’t think it was an issue.” Her voice is tight, defensive, but with a subtle, betraying crack. She pulls her hand back from the air, letting it fall to her side. “We hardly did much more than pass the ball today so I kept it on.” 

It’s a poor excuse. It comes off for the cameras, not the contact of the game. Irene knows that. But, to her credit, she doesn’t push. She just watches Alexia, eyes narrowed slightly in an unreadable expression. “I just thought you guys were keeping it a bit more… private.” 

Alexia turns her gaze to the floor, staring at the scattered toys and items around the room. The simplicity of it all, the domestic innocence, makes her feel even more tangled. She feels an urge to lie, to say that Olga asked her to, worried that you’d misinterpret its absence, but Olga doesn’t even know she has reason to lose sleep. She hasn’t found the courage to explain. She hasn’t felt the need to. 

And, really, the truth is right here, echoing between them. Irene would have pieced together the story, as many of Alexia’s teammates have, hearing drunken retellings on nights out from whoever has known the two of you the longest that time. Maybe Alba has spoken to her, revealing everything after a round of tequila shots, as she tends to do. There are a few suggestions the older woman could make to her teammate, wounds she could open and then nurse, but she doesn’t and so she waits. 

Until, finally, Alexia admits, “it’s complicated. She has caught me off-guard.” It could mean many things, but it is either your captaincy or the acceptance of her wedding invitation that has done Alexia in. She wonders whether this feeling of dread and uncertainty is the game – or the life waiting for her after she comes back from Switzerland. “Look,” she says abruptly, “I’m not here for advice, Irene.”

“Then why are you in my room?” She doesn’t have an answer for that. Irene sweeps her outside, gently but firmly. “I’m not going to tell you what to do,” she treads lightly, “but when was the last time you had a conversation with her?” 

…

The training pitch in Switzerland is unseasonably hot, the kind of heat that clings to the air and makes tempers run shorter than usual. It’s almost a cure to homesickness but then the team look at each other and are back to hating every minute of this. There’s an undeniable divide. Montse either does not care or has not caught on. 

It’s about your twentieth rondo this session, the ball zipping across the wilting grass as it touches Barça foot to Barça foot, the girls obviously enjoying this. You’re only holding back because too much investment will lead to another injury, and you are getting somewhat tired of being called a traitor. The players surround you with a ruthless efficiency that is starting to fray your nerves, and you make a note to talk to your coach about training, knowing that it will be easy to manipulate her into following something akin to what the girls at Madrid are more accustomed to. 

Alexia is one of your taunters. Of course she is. 

“Just three more interceptions,” she calls out, false strain, false support, false encouragement. 

You bite back a retort, instead standing still as Aitana rolls a ball right past you. You wipe the sweat from your brow, feigning exhaustion, but the pretense is only that in name. Everyone knows you are one of the best defenders, the Barça girls especially, with their insane pride for La Masia. 

“Lazy,” Alexia mutters. 

You don’t respond, focusing instead on the fire in your chest as you forcibly break the circle and march towards Montse. She looks up from her clipboard as you approach. 

“We should split training.” She pauses and then nods. “Attack and defence, at least. And don’t let the press hear this, but, my god, Montse, I do not like how they’re all back.” 

“We’re a stronger team,” she says, but she’s smiling and you are definitely her favourite. Another deep breath and she is calling a water break. 

The girls retreat to the sidelines for ice and hydration, and you reunite with the people you like. Your club teammates prefer you at national camp, because there is something less reclusive about you. It’s as though you’re trying to prove that you get on. 

Olga hands you a water bottle, the contents of which you guzzle down in one go. She begins to comment on the absurdity of Alexia’s mandated rondos (“why do they have to keep reminding themselves how to pass a ball?”) and while you agree, your attention is diverted. Alexia is standing a few meters away with Mariona Caldentey. She’s listening to something the forward is telling her, face focused, finger twisting her ring around in circles. 

That fucking ring. 

You look away before you are caught in such a compromising position, wiping your forehead with your damp training shirt. 

“Oye,” Misa’s voice pulls you back, “are you paying attention?” You’re not even sure when she joined the conversation. Your relationship with the goalkeeper has always been overly complicated. You work very closely, what with you commanding the backline and her… also commanding the backline. But she’s friends with people who must have at least once wished you dead, so it’s hard to tell where you stand. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” you lie, screwing the cap back onto the water bottle and placing it in Olga’s held-out palm. 

“You’re never this spacey. You’ve been off since the meeting,” she presses, her voice gentle but insistent. “If this is about the captaincy–” 

“It’s not,” you snap, harsher than what was meant. Her eyes widen slightly and you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Sorry. It’s not about that. I’m fine.” 

Misa doesn’t look convinced but she nods, letting it drop. Gratitude relaxes your shoulders but the uneasy silence that follows is punishing enough for you to be eager for training to resume. 

Now that the rondos have been left behind until tomorrow, you divide into teams for a scrimmage. The squad is split into four and you throw yourself into the exercise. Every touch, every pass, every run is perfect, and you are unrecognisable from your lackadaisical lull only ten minutes ago. You’re pushing your body and it flicks onto autopilot, driven by muscle memory and determination. 

Your head’s not in it. You can’t outrun her shadow. You can’t think when your teams are against each other. 

The ring must have come off now, and she is getting stuck in. She’s relentless and irritating, evading your teammates’ tackles and drawing you into her. It’s almost transportative: back you go to gardens after school or being barefoot on the beach, forced out of your relaxation and into an endless game of ‘tackle me like you mean it’. She has that same glint in her eye, that same goading gleam. You consider it, but crutches at a wedding is a low blow. 

And so you lay off. Just on her, and only just enough so that she knows you are not trying. You do not care for petty squabbles. You are not willing to go back to those memories, to that time. 

Or at least, that’s the message you hope she gets. 

The games slowly wind down, prompted by Montse’s whistle to signal the end of the session. You stay on the pitch longer than anyone else, taking you time to collect the stray balls scattered across the grass. It’s partly an excuse to delay walking into the locker room, where the tension will be thick (you were not the right choice for third captain in the eyes of your teammates), and partly because you need a moment to breathe. 

The others slowly disperse, peeling off to the showers or collapsing onto benches. Alexia lingers longer than most, wiping away her sweat with her shirt, abs exposed and tensed. She watches you as you move across the pitch, and though her gaze is subtle, you can feel it blazing hotter than the sun lashing down on you. But, despite her staring, she too is eventually coaxed away. You’re unsure whether she is thankful for the interruption. 

When you finally make your way to the changing rooms, most of your teammates are in the showers, and the sound of running water mingled with laughter echoes. You take a seat at the locker you were assigned and let out a slow breath, peeling off sweat-soaked socks with mild disgust. You turn to fling them into your laundry bag, but their flight path is blocked by a blonde who has clearly delayed her own shower to talk to you. 

She’s looking oddly pensive. You don’t like it. 

“We need to talk.” It’s uncomfortable for Alexia to say and it’s worse for you to hear. You’re not sure you’re okay with her decision to become reasonable and mature. It’s quite the compliment to always be the cause for stoic, rational Alexia Putellas going absolutely batshit crazy. 

Driving her up the wall is fun. 

“I’ll send you an invitation. No need to tell me which room is yours.” You give her a smile. And, like you always do, you walk away. 

…

There’s a charge to the air that is choking you by dinner time. The upgrade to captain allowed for your own room, and it is easy to blow off teammates who want to have plans with you with the simple excuse of needing to talk to your agent. You technically do, since you are going to leave Madrid during the transfer window, but you have no intention of dialling his number until he confirms the best and furthest team wants you. 

You’ve spent the evening avoiding the majority of the players, which Montse took advantage of, encouraging you to spend dinner discussing tactics with her and her staff. You feel like the teacher’s pet. You know how angry it is making Alexia.

Collapsing on the bed when you back into your room, you let out a loud groan, sinking into the mattress. Your phone buzzes on the bedside table and for a moment, you think it might be Alba, allowing you no peace and quiet despite her distance. Instead, it’s a message on the team group chat from the strength and conditioning coach about tomorrow’s gym session. A wave of relief washes over you; anything but her. 

Still, as you scroll, you catch yourself lingering on the names in the group chat, your thumb hovering near Alexia’s. Your stomach tightens and the memory of her tone, her expression, pulls at you like a tether. 

She’s not going to drop this. 

It’s no longer a matter of avoidance in the camp. You’ve said you will be present. She must want to ensure you will not make a scene. 

A knock at the door, so quiet you are almost convinced it was imagined, breaks you out of your brooding. Your eyes watch the wood as though it will be splintered in a moment, but when you make no move to get up, a more insistent knock sounds. You sigh as you pull yourself off your bed, dragging your feet towards the door. Opening it, you find Alexia standing there, arms crossed and wearing an expression you can’t quite decipher. It lacks her usual burning hatred. She looks exhausted. 

You struggle to feel any sympathy. 

“What?” you snap. It’s a bit harsher than intended but you don’t let on that that’s the case. 

“Can I come in?” You guess that she didn’t pick up the hint when you gave her no invitation. You do not want to talk. You don’t do that to people much anymore. 

She expects the door to slam in her face – and you consider it – but it’s your hesitation that tells her she can, and so she slowly moves inside, shoulder brushing yours because you refuse to move out of the way. And then she raises a deliberate hand towards the door, pushing it shut. You ignore the ring. 

You lean against the door once it’s shut, arms folded as she wanders further into your room. She looks out of place somewhere so personal to you, standing awkwardly in the centre and trying not to look at the explosion of clothes and books that has been detonated on the floor. 

She reads the titles of a few – classics that look dense and boring. Something hungry inside her dulls a bit, because you have not changed in this respect. 

“You’re quiet for someone who wants to talk,” you prompt, mostly because the silence is unbearable. 

She doesn’t respond immediately. Her arms drop to her sides, fingers twitching as if unsure what to do with themselves. She tries to meet your eyes, but falters when she sees the cold indifference staring back. You’re looking at her like she’s a stranger. It stings more than it should.

“I didn’t invite you to the wedding,” she says finally. “Olga doesn’t know about us.” 

“There’s no ‘us’,” you snap, sharper this time.

Her jaw tightens and for a second, she looks as though she’s been struck. “Don’t lie.” 

“There is no ‘us’,” you repeat, your tone icy now. “That disappeared the minute I–” 

“Left,” comes her interruption, her voice trembling just enough for you to notice. She steps closer, her shadow crossing yours, and her eyes narrow. “Which was your decision, not mine.”

You scoff, a bitter laugh escaping you. “Don’t act like you didn’t have a say in it.” 

“I didn’t!” she fires back, her voice rising. There is something raw beneath it – something fractured. “You didn’t give me one. You walked out, and you shut me out like I was nothing. Like we were nothing.” 

Her words hang in the air and for a moment, you don’t know whether to shoot or turn away. But her gaze pins you in place, fierce and unrelenting, as though daring you to deny it. 

You hold her stare, your throat tightening. “And you didn’t try to stop me.” 

The silence that follows feels deafening. Neither of you moves. Neither of you blinks. You’re both standing on landmines and have nowhere to go. 

Her jaw clenches, her hands balling into fists at her sides. Her voice, though low, crackles with the heat of restrained anger. 

“You didn’t give me a chance to stop you.” And she steps closer, ready to bite. The door presses against your back as you instinctively move away. “You made up your mind before I even knew what was happening.” 

“Don’t pretend you didn’t see it coming.” You shake your head. “I didn’t just wake up one day and decide to leave, Alexia.”

Her expression darkens, something in her eyes flickering dangerously. “That’s not the point. You didn’t just leave the club. You didn’t just leave me. You left everything. Our family. Our life. Do you have any idea what that felt like? Watching you walk away as if none of it mattered?” 

Your chest tightens but you refuse to let her words land. “You don’t get to make me the villain here.” 

“I don’t have to,” she snaps, her voice rising now, accent thickening with her anger. “You were part of my family, part of me. You were at every Christmas, every birthday. My mother adored you. Alba still loves you like you are her own sister! And you just disappeared like none of it meant anything. Like we didn’t mean anything.”

You flinch at the weight of her words but force yourself into steadiness. “I didn’t belong there. It wasn’t mine, it was yours.” 

Her face twists in disbelief, voice trembling as it rises again. “That’s bullshit and you know it! You were my family. My first everything. My first kiss. My first…” She pauses, her voice cracking. You swallow hard – you don’t want the fucking itemised list. “My first time. You think I just gave that to anyone? You think that it was just fun and games?” 

Your stomach churns as she stokes a fire you’ve tried to smother for years. “It wasn’t nothing,” you agree, although it sounds like you are contradicting her in a way that causes her to falter on her drive forwards. “It was everything. That’s why I left. Because I couldn’t be what was needed anymore. Because I knew if I stayed, I’d only–” 

“Only what?” 

You gulp. 

She’s back in your face, voice laced with venom. “Hurt me? Ruin me? Let us all done? Guess what, you did that anyway. Leaving made it easier? Made it hurt less?” 

“I didn’t know what else to do!” you shout, voice splitting. 

“You stay!” It echoes and it bruises your skin. Her eyes are blazing now, tears threatening to spill but held back by sheer force of will. “You stay, because that is what you do when you love someone. When you love a family. You don’t just walk away from them. You fight.” 

You open your mouth to respond, but the words stick in your throat, caught somewhere between guilt and pride. She sees it and it only seems to enrage her further. 

Her voice drops, anger so torrid she has to purposely cool her tone. “You know, I thought that my world was ending then. I thought you’d done your worst. But I was wrong. Because your betrayal wasn’t just personal, it was… political. To not see someone you love except for when they are sitting at the feet of this. Corruption’s pet. Pandering to an organisation you hated, while the rest of us fought for scraps.” 

Heat rises in your chest. How dare she– “I don’t pander to anyone.” 

“Don’t lie to me,” she spits. She’s too close. She’s too inescapable. And her anger is no longer fiery but icy, piercing through your skin. “I’ve seen the way you act around them, bowing your head and playing the loyal soldier while they tear us apart. You think I didn’t notice how he favoured you? Or how Montse magically replaces an irreplaceable member of–” 

“It’s not like that,” you counter, but the words feel hollow even to you.

“Then what is it?” she demands. “What is it that makes you stand there and let them walk all over us? Let them divide us? And don’t you dare say it is for the good of the team. The team hates you for it. We all do. You’ve earned every bit of it, traidora.” 

The word hits you like a whip, lacerating and making you bleed. Your hands curl into fists so tightly your nails dig into your palms, the sting barely enough to contain the fury surging through you. “Don’t you dare call me that!” The sentence tears out of your throat, rough and jagged. You take a step forwards, the air between you crackling with tension, your voice breaking as you spit, “you don’t get to say that to me. Not you.”

“Why not?” she challenges. “It’s what you are. You left, you betrayed everything we stood for, and then you came back just to make things worse. You made your choices.”

For a moment, all you can do is stare at her, the anger and heartbreak in her eyes, eviscerating and leaving you hollow. But then, something shifts in the air between you, and you find your voice again, souring from before.

“Is that why you’re here, Alexia? To throw all of this in my face? To let out fifteen years of harboured emotion? Or is it something else?” 

Her brow furrows in confusion. Surprise. And then her expression twists into anger. “What the fuck are you talking about?” 

You take a step forward now, and she is forced to retreat. “Do you not want to marry Olga, Alexia? Is that it? Is that why you’re here? Because you think you can come into my room, dredge all of this up, and make me the reason you’re unhappy?” 

Her face pales as she takes a deep breath, hands trembling at her sides. “Don’t,” she warns, firmly enough to signal you need to push.

So you do. 

“You came here because you’re scared.” She shakes her head but it’s rigid and forced. “Because you’re not sure you can go through with it and you want me to give you a reason to back out. Well, I’m not going to do that for you. This isn’t my mess. It’s yours.”

She says nothing and you feel sick. Her chest rises and falls with each gasping breath. She opens her mouth but again, you are left with silence, and the expression in her eyes flickers between defiance, confusion, and vulnerability. For a long moment, it feels like everything that could be said has been. 

The air between you is charged, but neither of you know which way it will go. 

You stare at her watching her waver. And it hits you: she doesn’t know what to do. 

All of this, all the anger and the pain, all the accusations and betrayals, has led her here, to this moment. She thought she had an answer, she thought she would be able to end this, but now? Now, Alexia is lost. There is too much here, too much to lose. And for the first time in a long while, you are feeling the same thing. You are both no longer sure if you want to fight. 

She takes a hesitant step closer and you freeze. But then, just as quickly, her hand moves – not to strike, not to harm, but to touch you. Her fingers brush lightly over the fabric of your sleeve, almost tenderly, before they fall away, and you don’t know if the motion was meant for comfort or something else.

Her breath is ragged, coming in slow, uneven gasps. Her eyes never leave yours. You don’t want them to. 

“I don’t know what to do with all of this,” she murmurs, the rawness in her tone shattering any remaining wall between you. “I don’t know what to do with you.”

How do you respond to that? You want her to leave but the thought is unbearable. You want space but she is not close enough. Something inside you stirs, something you can’t fight; a need to understand her and make her understand you. To make her see how tangled this, how impossible it has always been. 

Before you can form the word, before you can even think, she moves in closer, and there is no longer distance. She doesn’t ask for permission. She doesn’t hesitate. And then, without warning, her lips are on yours. 

It’s soft, tentative at first, as though testing the waters of something neither of you is sure of anymore. But then it shifts. Her body leans into yours, and the kiss deepens, more urgent now, as if this is everything that has not been said and has been at the same time. Your heart races, a million conflicting emotions crashing through you. Anger, betrayal, love – it is all here, you can taste it on her lips. It’s fierce, desperate, and it feels like an endless cycle of need and regret, pulling you both back to something raw, something irretrievable. 

Her hands find your waist, gripping tightly as though anchoring herself to something that could pull her under. You instinctively respond, pulling her closer, drawing in the heat of her touch, the scent of her skin, the pressure of her body against yours. For a fleeting second, everything else fades away. There’s no past, no future, only here and now. 

And then the fog clears. 

You pull back, breathless and worse off. You’ve fucked up again. Alexia is crying. 

“I’m not the person you think I am anymore,” you say, but it’s hard to meet her gaze. “I can’t be that person for you.”

Her eyes search yours desperately for lies, for deceit. She wants it to be wrong. She doesn’t know why. And she replies, “I don’t care what you think you’ve become,” because she doesn’t. It doesn’t matter to her.

You stare at her, heart pounding, and you want to feel like this will be worth it, but nothing comes except cold emptiness. You force yourself to stay upright. “I think the wedding will be good.” She swallows. “You’ll be happy with Olga. I’m sure of it.” 

It’s a death sentence. 

This time, it is Alexia who leaves. 

…

The wedding is beautiful. Blissful sunlight makes the venue seem to glow and it is hard not to be impressed with how they have set this up. 

The model at your side is also beautiful, but you remind yourself it is not a competition. You focus on the whispers of anticipation from the guests, the rustle of the dresses as people pass in merry groups, clinking their glasses and finishing their champagne as they take their seats. Everything looks perfect, plucked from magazines and tasteful brochures. This must be what Alexia wanted. 

Your date is occupying herself in conversation with the man seated next to you, who might be hitting on her, though you don’t care. She slides a hand over your thigh anyway. 

The ceremony begins, although you’re not really concentrating on it. You try to focus, listening as the officiant speaks, but the words have become a dull hum. It’s all so rehearsed, so expected, and it’s boring. You won’t be getting married anytime soon, that’s for sure. 

You know the flow of these things: the vows, the promises, the kiss, and the crowd’s applause. It’s a performance, though it’s not quite a farce. 

And then, it comes. The moment. The one that feels like a trap. 

The officiant pauses, glancing out over the gathering. “Si algú s'hi oposa, que parli ara o calli per sempre.”

For a heartbeat, time slows. The air thickens. Every muscle in your body tenses and the world around you goes still. You catch yourself holding your breath, gaze instinctively shifting to the woman standing at the front of the altar. 

Alexia. 

Her eyes flicker briefly in your direction – just a flicker, but it’s there, unmistakable. It’s her moment of hesitation, well masked but clear as day to you. But before you can make sense of it, she’s looking away, eyes fixed back onto Olga. Her expression hardens, more composed now, and you know that you are not going to break this silence. 

The officiant, oblivious to the storm passing between you both, waits for a beat longer before continuing, his voice echoing in the silence. 

And she’s married. 

You breathe out a sigh of relief. It��s over now. You’ve let her win. 

[dnpbeats]

2025 d&p predictions 🫶🏻

some of these are gonna be unhinged but like lbr who was expecting a tour to happen so quickly? who was expecting phil to randomly go blond?! so I had to have some things that feel like they’re out of left field

1. new d&p app or physical game

2. PHODCAST 🤞🏻

3. pet (my heart says cat but my brain says dog)

4. “our bed” comment

5. new corner of the phouse reveal

6. phil announces AP is going to be semi-inactive and it has one upload every other month (sad) because he is working on a solo proj (happy) > solo project is something sci-fi- and/or horror-related

7. completely out of the blue comment implying that d&p are gonna have kids one day and everyone is like hey what

8. new sponsorship and then the sponsor gets canceled for being a horrible business weeks after d&p post their video sponsored by them

9. tit is filmed and then not released for months bc they can’t find a platform for it à la WAD

10. IRL folds

11. super romantic vacation after the tour is over where they don’t announce it and are radio silent for two weeks and then randomly post a photo dump from it that includes a photo of dan kissing phil on the cheek or vice versa

12. dan goes viral on tiktok

13. dan and phil wedding invitations are leaked but it was actually an elaborate ruse set up by a phan who sent fake phwedding invites to a print shop

14. phil accidentally doxes his lurker account

15. someone finds an AITA post that they connect back to dan. the post is mysteriously deleted but dan never mentions it

16. dan gives up on the phullet by february and goes back to his regular hair

17. “our niece”

18. someone posts one of those tiktoks that’s like “love is everywhere if you look for it ❤️” that has a bunch of 2 second shots of random couples who don’t know they’re being filmed and one of them is d&p (OP has no idea who they are)

19. they try to wash the pheal and accidentally kill it (aka the stuffing gets fucked up in the washing machine). they try to replace it without anyone realizing but everyone notices

20. phil posts a reel trying some crazy dessert the size of his face that went viral online. months later dan is talking about it and implies that he and phil split the dessert. we talk about it for a month

21. dan makes a bunch of allusions to posting on daniel howell but it never actually happens

22. lessamazingphil comeback (aka phil posts a domestic video featuring dan)

23. one of them makes a passing comment about how there are talented authors in the phandom and it sparks a weeks-long debate about whether or not d&p read phanfic and if content creators have the right to enter into fan spaces

24. it is revealed they have a second house on IOM

25. they acknowledge that dab and evan are their proxies

26. they get a new editor

27. dan learns a new instrument (guitar perhaps)

28. pj and sophie talk about going to a wedding. everyone thinks it’s d&p’s and then someone figures out it wasn’t d&p’s wedding. but actually it turns out it WAS

29. another charity livestream (WAD cubes anyone? 💔) and one of the prizes is that phil will dye his hair a wild color. tyler oakley posts a thirst tweet about it

30. dan and phil randomly do a hosting gig for the BBC

31. they learn to cook solely because they get paranoid about getting a deliveroo driver that recognizes them

32. they voice characters in a video game and everyone is so excited only for it to be like big hero 6 where they have two lines each

[sfznyxio]

-ˋˏ FOR EVERYTHING THERE IS A SEASON ˎˊ

SYNOPSIS. everything happens for a reason. sometimes, in a way that is unexpected.

CHARACTERS. bronya, dan heng, gepard, jing yuan, sampo, seele, serval 

CONTENT. gn!reader. modern au. angst, fluff. seasonal romance. meet cute or meet ugly, or something other than that. 0.6k wc. rewrite of i’ll carry the sun in my heart at my old main blog @/verxsyon. arranged marriage (bronya). unrequited love (gepard). yanqing is jing yuan’s son. one night stand (sampo).

VERA. last fic of the year! thank you all for supporting me, especially when i moved from my old blog of almost 4 years. i have so many ideas in store for 2025 and will try my best to get those going, assuming i don't get fucked over my internship... ahaha.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. BRONYA

a sheltered heiress who is secretly a thrill seeker. every night, she sneaks into an underground club where she hangs around with the only person who doesn’t treat her any differently despite her status. on her very last visit, she reveals will be married off soon and her mother discovered her escapades, forbidding her from such activities. it doesn't stop you from crashing the wedding and presenting a fake, cheap ring to object to the marriage, having you as her spouse instead.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. DAN HENG

a tenant under your grandparents and assistant of their small business. his aloof personality intimidates you at first, not much of a talker as he accompanies you around your grandparents’ residence. but there’s more to him than meets the eye. his nightmares catch up the moment he falls for you, and has to repress it to keep you safe. the more he pushes away, the more he wants to yell for help. you hate to come home with a guilty conscience.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. GEPARD

an estranged friend who has been serving the military, and is spending off-duty at home. you haven’t seen him in years, so it’s expected to start off awkwardly, although the two of you are glad to see each other again. besides reuniting with old friends and family, he wishes to resolve his biggest regret: being unable to confess his love for you. maybe it should stay a secret forever when you introduce your fiancé, and all he can do is congratulate you.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. JING YUAN

a playful businessman who visits the bar for his new favorite bartender. your coworker is gone for the entire summer, so you become the target of his flirting. at this point you’ve known the guy for a while, except he has a son who you’ve met at the bar, both terrible in acting and flirting. soon his infamous father arrives, not surprised that his son is there and is happy that he finally met you, his “partner”. perhaps you’ll await an explanation on your date.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. SAMPO

a thief who stole your precious belongings along with your virginity one fateful night. you’re set to finish your bucket list before moving out, but it’s no thanks to a certain someone that you don’t have enough funds. he sees you being the nearest person and pulls you into an alleyway to hide from the police. recognizing each other, he offers to help you with your bucket list as a deal. not only did he steal your stuff, he stole your heart as well. 

𝄞༉‧₊˚. SEELE

a free spirit with a rebellious streak. she’s invited to a road trip, viewing it as an opportunity to assess her strengths and explore places she never traveled before. the beginning of your relationship with her starts rocky, clashing with you about miniscule things, and your friends try their best to diffuse the situation. if those arguments teach you one thing, it is the fact that she’s honest. the only thing she isn’t is when it has to do with her crush on you, and she hopes the arguments will come in handy.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. SERVAL

a fairly popular musician whose name you never heard of until a friend drags you to attend her concert. forced to listen to her setlist before the big day, you gradually become a fan and are able to memorize some of the lyrics. while outside one day, you’re so in the moment that a stylish woman excitedly says she recognizes the music. the brief exchange gets you her contact info and gratitude for your support. you recognize who she is now.

[jilyawards]

January

Now Everybody-- (completed, 4.6k) by @yallthemwitches. Rated T.

“He’s a muggleborn too, I think that’s why she likes him,” James says, now talking to no one but himself and the ceiling. “He listens to all the same muggle music, watches films… they probably go do cool muggle things like fairs and refrigerators… ride airplanes…” “Mate, I don’t think you do a refrigerator.” James ignores him, barreling onwards. “Meanwhile, I’m stuck here, basking in the feeling of how soft her skin was on my bloody arm like a fool.”

there's no place like home for the holidays (completed, 36,7k) by @thejilyship. Rated T.

Christmastime is hard. ~Lily~ Lily's life has recently exploded. She has moved twice in the last two months, broken up with a man she had thought she was going to marry, and is currently headed home to go to her sister's Christmas time wedding alone. Even though she and her sister argued over giving Lily a plus one quite explosively. And now she's got an asshole neighbor who basically shoved her down the stairs. ~James~ James has been in love with Marlene McKinnon since he was eleven. She has absolutely no interest in him, and his friends have tried just about everything they can think of to dissuade him from pinning for her. And his parents won't stop setting him up with their friends grandchildren. Because they're old and they think James needs help. What if someone were to assume that the two of them were dating when they're spotted in the airport together? What if they didn't correct them? What if they used their easy chemistry and proximity to make Christmastime that much easier for the both of them?

the road not taken (looks real good now) (completed, 3.2k) by @emmathecasualauthor. Not rated.

He blinks, forcing himself to focus, but it's all there in his mind, like it’s happening again. Or: James sees Lily at a bookshop in muggle London

keep pace (completed, 8.6k) by @gigglesandfreckles-hp. Rated T.

“So,” she says after a moment, her voice light, “is this a thing you do? Invite girls to kill themselves on a run after you find them crying. Or am I special?” Sirius laughs. It’s a sharp sound, almost surprised, but it makes her stomach loosen. “You’re special,” he says dryly, finally turning to look at her properly. He watches her for a beat longer than she expects, like he’s searching for something in her face—some answer she doesn’t know how to give. Whatever it is, he seems to find it.

The One Sharp, Tangible Thing (completed, 2.2k) by @yallthemwitches. Rated T.

“It’s horrid for you, you know.” “No worries–I do loads of things that are bad for me,” he smirks. “Oh? Like what?” He falters, the rushing stream of banter getting interrupted by a fork in the river. Maybe she is imagining it, but she sees the words start to form on his lips. Fancying you. 

White Winter Hymnals (completed, 16k) by @tedwardremus. Rated G.

Holiday themed jily snippets from age eleven to adulthood

Afterglow (completed, 1.3k) by @yallthemwitches. Rated T.

A soft silence falls over them, strangely comfortable given the circumstances. She can feel his heartbeat against her forearm, a defiant thump thump thump that serves as a reminder that yes, you are in his bed with his hand over your body and his face unreasonably close to yours.

At Least I'm Gonna Say That I Tried (completed, 5.8k) by @yallthemwitches. Rated T.

“Call me what you want, Evans. I deserve it,” he pants, “But then I’m going to need you to make my Christmas wish come true a few more times because – Merlin– I’ll do anything for it.”

Betting on It (completed, 700 words) by @chierafied. Rated T.

If Lily hadn’t downed those last two tequila shots, she might’ve wondered how she ended up here: squinting at the cards she’d been dealt while sneaking appreciative glances at the very impressive set of abs.

Bad Egg (completed, 1.1k) by @annabtg. Rated G.

Lily's greatest fear lurks on the breakfast table.

Eternal Recurrence (WIP, 15.6k as of 31 Jan 2025) by @girlhoodpostmortem. Not rated.

"This was always going to happen. She’s been dead since the beginning." - The Oresteia A Marauders fic inspired by The Book Thief by Markus Zusak/inspired by a textpost by @pomegranateroot15 on Tumblr.

November/December recs available HERE!

[destielaureversebb]

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Pink Pony Club” 

Author: @casblackfeathers Artist: @witchy-worm

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Length: 16,500 words Tags:  Pretend Relationship, Sharing a Bed, Mutual Pining, Very Light Angst With a Happy Ending, Go-Go Dancer!Dean Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Anna/Gadreel

Summary:  

Among Castiel’s most cherished destinations is the Pink Pony Club, largely because of its star attraction: a go-go dancer named Dean. Castiel has dedicated a significant portion of his leisure time to observing the dancer’s captivating performances, most of their interactions done from afar due to Castiel’s social awkwardness.

Upon receiving an invitation from his sister for a family vacation before her wedding, Castiel finds himself in dire need of a plus one. That’s when a chain of imprudent events culminates in Dean accompanying Castiel as his fake boyfriend.

Castiel can't fathom how he will endure a two-week charade of a loving relationship convincingly with someone he can barely look in the eye without utterly embarrassing himself, while simultaneously managing his long-nurtured affections for Dean.

Excerpt: 

Dean would always make all the frustrating days and anxieties in Castiel’s life worthwhile. Dean would make even summer seem bearable with his intoxicating smile and alluring personality. Dean — everyone’s favorite go-go dancer in Gabe’s club and the reason so many people vowed to return to the Pink Pony Club. Dean… who Castiel was irrevocably and hopelessly enamored with. Had been for so long, it was a wonder Castiel hadn’t gone mad, forever stuck in this loop, going around and around with all the ways he would never get to have Dean the way he yearned for.

Slowly, the world commenced spinning on its axis again; the music coming up once more as the light dimmed then reappeared. The muscled silhouette danced slowly and sensually to the drag of each beat. Dean’s back was turned to the patrons, one of his legs up on a chair, and a hand on his hip, touching his clothes lecherously. He was all lithe limbs and ample curves, twisting and swaying high on the chair before sitting on it, legs spread wide and inviting.

Several cat-calls could be heard, some people yelling obscenities. Dean sent a sly smile in Castiel’s general direction, and for a moment Castiel’s heart stopped, wondering if Dean had meant to aim it his way. But no, Castiel was covered in shadows, and Dean was nothing but full of light, the entire world adoring him. 

Posting date:  February 12, 2025

[kaidanworkshop]

Workshop Update: January 2025

Howdy Workshop Spectators! This is a pretty thick update, so please read through it carefully.

It's been a little over a month since our initial release; excluding a few minor bugs, it's gone exceedingly smooth. We'll be rolling out our first round of bug fixes soon; we thank you for your continued patience!

To that end, we're incredibly thrilled to have clinched a spot for Nexus's January Mod of the Month! The reception from the community at large has been overwhelmingly positive, and the Staff is humbled by your praise.

Speaking of the Staff; for those of you who have applied to join the Workshop staff, all candidates have received their respective set of follow-up questions. You have until February 10th to respond with your answers, or you will be removed from the candidacy pool.

Moving right along, the Workshop's Two Year Anniversary is coming up on February 27th! We'll be hosting a celebration on the server on both the 27th & 28th -- the event invite will be shared next week, so look forward to it.

We'll be going over the 2024-2025 End of Year budget report, presenting our new budget proposal for the next leg of our project, and showing off some of the new Workshop Original scripts we have cooking behind the scenes. Additionally, we'll be going over the results of the newest community poll.

As we focus in on creating new Kaidan content, one of the core problems our Writing Team has run into is how to handle his morality with regards to certain choices the player can make. In short, the moral compass of the original iteration of Kaidan is effectively centered around the Player; there aren't any quests or objectives that are too 'evil' to deter his support of the Player.

While functionally this does allow for players to keep him throughout their playthrough, regardless of their actions, it also makes Kaidan's existing narrative regarding redemption and carving his own path fall flat (kind of hard to say you're a changed man if you're only mildly miffed that the Player blotted out the sun). Our writers feel that there are certain 'points of no return' that Kaidan would narratively have; where if a Player insisted on engaging in certain questlines or decisions (e.g. blotting out the sun), Kaidan would refuse to be morally complicit.

Therefore, we bring this query to you all: should Kaidan's moral compass be player-centric, or should it be narrative-centric?

A narrative-centric Kaidan would have questlines that he would refuse to participate in, scaling all the way up to possibly leaving your employ (or worse if you're married - the betrayal! the angst!). A player-centric Kaidan might complain about your evil ways, but will never leave the player.

Besides that doozy of a question, we're also seeking some feedback regarding the inclusion of the legacy wedding clothing (do you use it? can we overhaul them into something nicer?), as well as what to do with our beloved Autumnwatch (how would you feel about us moving the location? what about a full design overhaul?).

You can find the poll here -- voting ends on February 14th, 11:59PM CST.

As always, we thank you for your continued support!

[dickgraysonistrans]

Trans Dick Grayson Week 2025!

I'm very excited to announce that Trans Dick Grayson Week is back and will run from 23rd February to 2nd March 2025!

Here are the themes for each day of Trans Dick Grayson Week:

Sun 23rd Feb - T4T relationships

Mon 24th Feb - Coming out

Tue 25th Feb - Surgery recovery

Wed 26th Feb - Trans Titans

Thur 27th Feb - Names

Fri 28th Feb - Scars

Sat 1st Mar - Magic

Sun 2nd Mar - Free day!

Thank you to everyone who submitted theme suggestions!

All the themes are optional so you can do as many or as few as you like. All interpretations of Dick Grayson being trans are welcome for this event.

Share your work on tumblr and tag with "trans dick grayson week 2025" and/or tag this blog. We shall be sharing all the works posted as part of TDGW to this blog during and after the event!

If you post on AO3 with the tags "trans dick grayson week" or "trans dick grayson week 2025" you will also be invited to add your work to our AO3 collection.

[just--vi]

2024 in Fanfic

In 2023 I wrote 185,542 words, and in 2024 I wrote 185,996, so at least I'm consistent?

I think it's interesting to look back at my 'goals' of 2024: Write something other than a Muggle AU (failed), convince everyone to ship Moonchaser (halfway there), write more smut (nailed it), read more (honestly, kind of nailed that too).

In 2025 I want to care less, write whatever I want, finally get that Armageddon AU out, and read ~even more~.

Anyway, here's what I did this year!

For the Love of Ducks - Wolfstar, started in 2023, finished in 2024.

Remus Lupin has always been sick, and he'd just like to feel normal for once. Sirius Black seems like the perfect man with a perfect, exciting life.

The Art of Getting Off - Jegulus

Regulus is a demisexual romance author who has one big hangup: Smut. After a mountain of bad reviews on his latest novel, an awkward meeting with his publisher, and a conversation with Remus, he decides to take the leap. Unfortunately the only person he really wants to sleep with is James Potter. Alternative title: "The art of fucking your brother's best friend six ways from Sunday without falling in love in the process."

Happily Never After - Jegulus

It’s a flurry of limbs. James doesn’t waste a second pulling him inside - or maybe that’s for practicality sake. If Sirius saw them together he’d lose it on account of them being them, and if Remus saw them together he’d lose it on account of it being the night before his wedding. Or, Regulus and James are friends with benefits. All hell breaks loose.

And They Were Roommates! - Wolfstar

Sirius scoffs, and when Remus doesn’t turn around to look at him says, “Face it Moony, you’re drying up. You need me.” “What?” Remus laughs tightly, squirting an aggressive amount of soap in the sink and twisting the tap with a little more viciously than it probably deserves. “So, you’re planning on playing wingman all night?” “Yep,” Sirius says, popping the ‘p’ for emphasis. “And you’ll play wingman for me. It’ll be perfect.” Or, living with Remus Lupin is torture. Thankfully, Sirius has a plan to address the tension.

Deerly Beloved - Prongsfoot

Over a night in the pub a series of escalating dares result in Sirius and James waking up married. It should be quick and easy to fix the mistake by getting an annulment, so why are they dragging their feet?

Love at First Bloom - Wolfstar

Remus Lupin took over his mother's flower shop after the passing of his parents. Now, he splits his time between catering to the floral needs of sleepy Hogsmeade village and pining helplessly over the devastatingly handsome man who buys weekly arrangements for his boyfriend.

Wreck the Halls - Jegulus

When Regulus is invited to spend Christmas with Sirius and the Potters, the last thing he expects is for James to bring a brand new boyfriend home for the holidays.

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Save the date!

14 of August of 2028

There's a reason why they waited for so long to get marriend after getting engaged in 2025

They wanted to make sure that Dorian was part of the ceremony

And even after getting engaged, they didn't think immediately about planning because well, let's me honest... Life with a newborn is not easy

So they waited until they were sure eveything was settled.

ANNOUNCEMENT

Before they announced their engagement in their social media, they made a FaceTime call with all their friends and family.

They made sure that the first thing people saw once they accepted the call was the ring

And of course everyone went crazy

Dafne’s sisters were both working, and the call caught them in the middle of the paddock

Just like the rest of their friends.

Pierre and Kika were together in the Alpine hospitality

Lando and Violet and Oscar and Lily were in the McLaren hospitality

Carlos was in the Williams garage

Everyone was in the paddock, and once they ended the calls, they ran to the other to talk about their engagement.

After calling their friends they called their families, and of course everyone was so happy and proud of them.

PLANNING

They did it slowly

Like I said, they gave more priority raising their son before making official something else

Sometimes, during the times they had alone while Dorian was asleep, they did plan things

They looked for places where they could get married, and even inspo for the whole ceremony

And even if they years passed, they didn’t rush anything

Dafne even called Charles her husband, just like Charles called Dafne his wife

It was the day Dorian started to talk when they knew it was time to start planning things.

First. They made sure to have a place where they will get married, and after that, they reserved it for them.

Once they knew where and when, they started making the invitations

Of course they were red. Red is their color

And once the invitations were sent to them from the wedding planner company, they made sure to give the invitations to everyone, hand in hand.

Second. They started to search for the suit and the dress, as well as a little suit for Dorian

Dafne went with her mother, her sisters and friends Violet, Kika and Lily

Once she found the dress, she didn’t doubt it and called the brand that sponsors F1 Academy: Anastasia Beverly Hills 

Third. Charles, Dafne and of course Dorian when to try the food, choosing what to put in the menu and what flavor the cake will be.

Fourth. Everything is ready, except…

They have to get their bridesmaids and groomsmen.

Dafne knew who they would be, but she wanted to ask them at the friends party.

She knows Lando and Oscar wanted to be part of the brides…men (?)

So she made sure to invite them too, making dinner for all her friends.

And of course all of them would accept it.

Kika, Lily, Violet, Lando and Oscar would be by her side

Meanwhile, Charles will have as groomsmen Pierre, Carlos, Alex, Joris and Andrea.

The ring bearer and the flower boy will be, of course, Dorian

And since none of them wanted to keep their siblings out of the group, they asked both of their siblings to be the maids of honor and the best men

THE WEDDING  REHEARSAL

The day is finally close!

The place they chose to get married is in Lake Como. It’s close to where they live.

The wedding will take place in the Villa Balbiano, somewhere big enough to have the ceremony and to make sure everyone who attends the wedding and doesn't live near, can have somewhere to stay during the weekend.

The previous day of the wedding they had a rehearsal, where their families and their friends will have to practice what they will do. 

Dafne chose to wear a white dress, just to make her feel the vibes of what will happen the next day

Charles was nervous as hell, he couldn’t stop looking at her, imagining how she would look the next day if she was already looking beautiful in the rehearsal dress.

They had a small dinner, an intimate one with the family and friends

And after that, Charles and Dafne separated their ways, going to sleep in different rooms.

THE WEDDING DAY

They started to get ready surrounded by their friends

Dorian stayed with his grandparents and uncles and aunts, so when the time to see his parents was with his family.

Dafne was in her room, drinking champagne while the photographer took pictures of everyone getting ready

Charles was with his friends, getting ready and drinking a little as well

foto de groomsmen y charles

When the time of getting dressed came, Soleil and Erica were with Dafne, helping each other while the bridesmaid/men were outside waiting to see her.

Soleil and Erica walked out of the room first, smiling at Danfe’s friends while they opened the door to let them see her

Lando and Oscar were the first ones to hug her, both of them holding her between them

Then the girls went to her, squeezing her between the three of them

When she was more calm, because of course some tears came into scene, it was the time her father and Dorian went to see her

Dafne was nervous, taking deep breaths while standing in front of the door, smiling when she recognized Dorian’s voice and rushed steps

And when the door opened, she laugh softly, watching her son and her dad standing there, shocked

“Wow! Mama!” Dorian exclaimed, walking closer to Dafne and touching the material of her dress

“Do you like it, baby?” she smiled, kneeling in front of his and kissing his forehead

“You look like a princess, mom” he smiled, hugging her

Dafne giggled, wiping away the little tears

Time went by and the ceremony was going to get started

Everyone was sitting on their chairs, talking happily

Charles walked in and then he stood in the aisle, waiting to see his soon to be wife

After Charles, the bridesmaid/men and the groomsmen walked in

And after them, the maids of honor and the best men

Everyone was forming a line in the aisle, waiting for Dafne

Dorian walked in first, holding a basket with petals and throwing them to the air, giggling and having fun, waving to everyone he recognized and even stopping to offer petals to some people. When he arrived at the aisle, he hugged Charles before going with his grandparents.

And the moment finally came.

The music started to play, a piece Charles compose for Dafne

The doors opened and Dafne stood there, holding the flower bouquet with a hand while the other held her dad’s arm

She walked at the rhythm of the music, smiling widely at Charles

When she was finally in front of hi,, she kissed her dad’s cheek and then gave the flowers to Erica

Charles held her hand, squeezing it softly and caressing her knuckles with his thumb

When the time to exchange the rings came, Dorian walked towards his parents, giving each other the rings and staying with them for the rest of the ceremony

The kiss Charles and Dafne charred was magical, holding each other close and then he picked up Dorian, holding him between them both of them kissing his cheeks.

And the three of them walked through the corridor, holding Dorian’s hands while everyone clapped their hands

THE RECEPTION

The reception took place near the ceremony, inside the property

There was a zone to stay and talk with friends before going to the tables, so they decided to add some food like cheese and charcuterie and even a bar for drinks

For the tables, they decided to make a single table for them, while their parents and siblings sat in another one. Dafne's cousins were at one table and Charles' cousins at another table. They divided their friends in three tables, including their drivers friends and even some of the parents they befriended from the kindergarten where Dorian is

For food, they decided to add a pasta dish, because they were of course in Italy and they loved that dish

The cake was a chocolate one with a filling of hazelnut cream (Dorian's choice)

After lunch, they did their first dance.

They chose a slow sound, something they always listened to while they danced in the living room of their house in the evening when Dorian was asleep.

But they decided to make a little surprise for their guests

Recently, they discovered that Dorian started to love dragons, more specifically the movies “How To Train Your Dragon”

So they decided to sing one of the songs of the movie

"For The Dancing And The Dreaming"

It took them some days of rehearsal, but they finally performed it in their wedding.

And after that, the party started.

DETAILS

In the ceremony, they reserved an empty seat for those who weren't there and both wished they were: Jules, Charles' father and Dafne's grandmother.

In the kids table, they put some materials for have them entertained, like clipboards for them to paint, a table with sweets and the gift they would take from the wedding was a plushie Dorian chose knowing the favorite animal of his friends

For the adults, they put disposable cameras so they could have pictures taken from everyone

And for the party moment they placed flip flops so their guests didn't have sore feet from dancing

And for those who drank, they made a mini pack with water and some meds for the hangover

Oh, and of course, Lando was the DJ (not all the time) during the party

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