#Winter writing

[ray935sworld]

Christmas time and children's laughter

Rosquez dealing with the de-aged academy kids during the winter

24.12 winter writing - Merry christmas everyone

based on this AU

"PAAAAPAAAA!!!!"

Vale couldn't help but laugh when Pecco ran to him, his little face covered in snow. The neck of his jacket and the scarf around his neck was covered in white as well.

"Andrea threw the ball in my face!" he complained, his lip slightly shivering. The other boy audible cracking up in the background.

"Awe, poor bambino" he said, kneeling down and lifting him up. He hold him close and kissed his cheek. The skin was soft and cold on his lips.

When his face was next to Pecco's ear he whispered. "Okay, don't tell your dad but you need to stay low. Don't immediately jump back in the fight. Make a snow ball in secret. Then you call out for him and when he turns around you're going to throw it right in his face, understood?"

And with that the kids face lit up. He looked at Vale with a cheeky grin and nodded.

"But don't tell your dad!" he quickly added as he set him back down to which the small curly headed child just yelled "YEEEAAAAH!" as he ran off again.

"Good. Or else in spending christmas on the couch" he added silently to himself as he watched his kids play.

Migno, Franky and Pecco were busy doing a snowball fight. So far Pecco was definitely losing. Poor kid, getting tag teamed by the two. His face got completely washed.

After a few more minutes, Vale decided that if he didnt intervene Marc would give him the 'no fucking for a month' treatment. And he didn't want to risk that.

So he kneeled down, hearing his knees crack for a moment but uncaringly starting to scrape up a few snow balls.

As soon as he was ready, he throw the first one at his oldest sons back and giggled when he saw his confused expression as he turned around. Next was Migno.

"Come on!" he yelled with a smile "Or are you too afraid?" He throw one of the balls he had formed up, caught it and threw it up again. He grinned daringly.

It was when his 3 boys looked at each other with the same expression, a stern look they shared, before giving a small smile and a nod, that he knew he fucked up.

"GET HIM!" Migno screamed before they were running towards him, each a small bundle of snow in hand.

"Shi-" Was all he managed to say before the kids decided to shower him completely in snow. It was surprising how much impact the little bit of snow had that they managed to fit in their palm when they seemed to have a natural rotation system.

While the two 5 years old threw their snow rather uncoordinated, 7 year old Franky got some pretty good hits, right in the face. They also managed to silently work out a system in which one is always distracting Vale with new hits while the others starts scrambling snow together and then swap.

After a few minutes of that, while the adult barely manages to land a few good hits, he decided that this was not worth it.

"OKAY!" he screamed, lifting his hands up. "Okay! Okay! I surrender! Mercy! Mercy!" He was hit with another snowball right in the face.

Surprised he spit the snow out his mouth, looking at them with a faked angry expression when Franky screamed "Now we accept your surrender!" and his two brother started giggling.

He was glad to see them happy. It was a relief that they didn't understand the chaos that was the world around them. It was like the ranch was an invisible island for them to flee to, where none of them had to face any worries or consequences.

He remembered taking the boys on a little walk. Luca had been sitting on his shoulder, Cele on his hip and Pecco on his hand.

They were looking at the Christmas lights. It had been late evening. Marc and the rest of their little chaos gang were a little bit left behind since Bez and Franky had started a sword fight in the forest with sticks and refused to stop before one had won.

Andrea was cheering for them. Marc had stayed behind to make sure they didn't accidentally stabbed their own eyes out.

Luca was currently pointing at a particular house that was lighting up with lights in every color when they were approached by Isabella, an elderly woman.

"OH look at you, Vale!" she had laughed. "Being the caretaker of a few kids. Well, hello. Who are you, my little darling?" In that moment the older rider had felt a cold sweat run over his whole body.

If anyone else found out - He refused to think about it.

"Family" he had answered quickly. "They are part of mine and Marc's family-" which technically wasn't a lie but somehow they had managed to keep the fact that the whole academy had been de-aged a secret and he wouldn't break that now.

"OH how lovely..." she smiled but then tilted her haid. Her eyes were locked on Luca who - with the curiosity of a 4 year old - returned her gaze. "Yes, now that you mention it... He does look excatly like your brother when he was young. He looks like Luca, down to every detail. And he used to sit on your shoulders during your walks too"

"Must be a family trait" he said. "But I am-" The little one started so Vale quickly made a move to indicate that he had to head home. "And you know - eh - genetics. Sometimes kids look very much alike. I see you around. I don't want the little ones in the cold for that long"

Before she - or worst one of the kids - could make another comment, he quickly continued.

"Papa, why didn't you tell her that Luca is Luca?" Cele asked, leaning his small head against his chest. He was tired from their long walk and blinked with heavy eyelids. He looked like he was about to fall asleep.

"Or introduced us?" Pecco supplied.

"Yeah. Are we secret?" Luca asked and suddenly Vale felt very cornered. He wanted to say no but the answer was yes. He wanted to deny it and embrace them, prove them that he would never deny that they are his kids - even if there wasn't a biological connection.

"Of course not" he replied with a fake smile and guided them back home.

Home.

The ranch.

The place where it felt safe for them to just ran around and have fun like children were supposed to.

Franky was already riding. He had a small mini dirt bike. The first time he had seen it, he had screamed and jumped around like they had never seen before. He had jumped on Marc and Vale, hugged them, thanking them.

Watching his ride - even if it was barely more than 15km/h - nearly gave Vale a heart attack. He just wanted to run after him, holding him tight and safe to make sure he didn't fall and got hurt.

Marc looked more secure, but still had an anxious hint in his eyes. He had grabbed Vale's hand. "Don't worry" he whispered, kissing his cheeks. "He'll be safe"

He had squeezed his hand. Maybe as a reassurance. Maybe as a way to make sure that Vale wouldn't end up running after him.

After all Franky had already proven he had the talent to become a world champion and even a runner up for the motogp title.

Luca and Pecco were still on the mini bikes. It was slightly better to watch them drive their circles but still -

But now, they were just running around, in the snow, laughing and being happy. There was no danger around. They were safe. Safe and happy.

"Come on!" Vale decided and reached for his boys. "How about we go inside and check if we'll get you kids a hot chocolate. Does that sound good?" "YES!" they all screamed.

The older Italian couldn't help but smile as he watched them run over the large garden back towards the door. "I'll be first!" Migno screamed as they ran, but got quickly over taken by Franck who had the advantage of longer legs.

"WINNER!" he yelled with a triumphant smile. He wasn't far behind them so he quickly yelled "But im the only one with keys!"

He then unlocked the back down and watched as they put their shoes off - some more careful then others - and then moved on to the jackets.

Whiel Pecco and Franky hand them up, Andrea let his fall to the floor. He was already about to turn around when Vale gave him a scolding look.

"Andrea" he said. "What did you forgot?" "Eh..." helplessly he looked at Franco. Because - of course Franky would be able to help. And really, he leaned over and whispered "Hang our coats" "Hang ourself!" the other repeated louder and with a few more mistakes.

Vale stared at him for a split second. He didn't know if he should laugh out loud or not. He decided to smile and slowly point at his coat that had fallen of. "Hang our coats. If you're already repeating Franco, please do it correctly"

"Sorry" he muttered with a little eye roll. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Vale asked. "NO!" Migno screamed and started running, Pecco immediately close behind him. "Papa! We're baaaack!" he yelled. "Ey! Wait for me, I've got little legs"

Shaking his head, while Franco ran behind them and Vale followed his 3 boys in the direction of the kitchen.

He heard their mixed voiced before he even arrived and smiled.

He entered and a joyix feeling overcome him.

He saw Marc, standing with the back to him, working on something. Franky and Migno were standing next to him, touching his arm to show them how cold their hands had gotten.

Pecco had shuffled to the oven were a bunch of Christmas cookies were baking. He was holding his hands out, warming them, while Cele sat next to him. There was a little bit of flour left on the top of his nose and on his shirt.

Marco was sitting opposite of Marc. He wore a Christmas head. He looked like he was in deep concentration. His forehead was laying in deep folds and his tongue was sticking out at one side.

Luca was sitting next to him, almost as focused. His head was tilted to the side and his nose was scrunched up. He wore the antlers of a reindeer. Something told Vale that it had been Cele and Marco who forced Luca to wear them.

"Papa!" Bez exclaimed when he looked up. He had a big grin on his face. It looked excatly like the one big Bez always had. "LOOK!" he said and showed him a cookie he had been decorating.

It was Christmas tree colored in yellow with edible pearls all over it. "That's your tree! Cause it's yellow" "Wow, thank you, Marco" he replied with a smile. "It's very nice"

With a satisfied smile he continued his work. There was a whole bunch of colored cookies already he noticed as he approached them.

It felt familiar. Domestic. It felt like the most perfect moment of home.

And to completely the moment he sneaked up behind Marc, pulling him close. He pressed himself against him, putting his head on his shoulder. He hugged him, refusing to let him go.

"I love you" he whispered and felt Marc's hand coming up to feel over his cold cheek. "Love you too" he replied.

He turned around on his arms to face him. Vale still hold him close but now he was able to look him in tbe eyes. For a moment they just looked at each other. Both clearly happy and in awe about their new life and situation with the kids.

Even if the little ones sometimes almost bought them to insanity and they had crashed on the couch in exhaustion, more than once, they were happy. They wouldn't trade it for anything.

And they were in love. So Marc leaned in to kiss his lover. He felt his lips on his and just as he was about to deepen the kiss he heard in unisono a 6 voice strong "IIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHH!" that somehow made the moment perfect.

[pockyyasii]

➸ ❝ oh no, i think i'm in love ! ❞ - realise the two of you are falling for eachother

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request: hi!! have you done prompts about people who are together but are trying to avoid saying they love each other? situationship or couple taking it slow kinda thing

a/n: hi! i honestly think after you realise you're in love, there's this awkward stage of second guessing or desire for the special someone, and i hope to capture this in the prompts!!

🪐 prompts by @pockyyasii.

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he offers to drive you: the first half of the car ride is just silence, but then one of you turns on the radio, but the other dislikes the station (proceeds to fight over what's playing, then one grabs the other's hand that is changing the station and holds onto it for the rest of the car ride).

^^ bonus points if the { "are you meeting with anyone?" "no, i'm just studying" } conversation happens

^^ once you reach the destination, but of you are reluctant to leave bc you just want to stay with eachother

making eye-contact in a crowded room

^^ one of you tries to mouth a word, but the other doesn't get your complicated sentence

^^ you end up mouthing "i love you" (bc you think they other can't lip-read), and the other acts like he doesn't know what you just said (but inside has a thousand butterflies)

your checking your phone every second to see if they replied to your msg

^^ if they didn't reply in 0.02 seconds you begin worrying that they're mad at you

^^ in instant blue ticks. or the "(x) is in the chat" - it shows that you're their no. 1 texting priority

^^ texting under the bed covers, at like 1:00am, and none of you are willing to go to sleep bc you don't want to stop talking

their bsf always smirks at you then nudges your crush and they're trying their hardest not to be seen

working up the courage to buy them lunch but then backing out

"so..." "so"

has a polaroid of you in his wallet

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notes: pronouns are interchangeable!! change them to your liking ♡

i'd love read your writing so like like send me and ask of your fic and i'll read it!! no credit needed <33

taglist: @yasicookies ( open )

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Day 4: Christmas Shopping: Sampo Koski

My first Honkai fic for Christmas was going to be Dan Heng but Sampo managed to bargain his way to the top. Also What happened to characters that weren't in Penacony guys? Sunday and Adventurine aren't the only people you know (they are hot tho). Koski's English VA muah chef's kiss.

TW: Trickery (it's Sampo what do you expect), unfair bargains, reader not having any of the slimy man's antics, mentions of unethical business practices, kidnapping, a fucked-up Christmas in general

(*)= Whispering

Christmas in Belobog was interesting to say the least. Snow and ice were typical to see even with Bronya being the new Supreme Guardian. Freed from its icy curse the planet was still frozen over as if it didn't get the memo. Speaking of getting the memo...

You wanted a nice and easy shopping experience so you can get all your Christmas gifts for friends and family and leave. No drama, no fuss, no frills. All of these traits describe the cheerful "merchant" you had bumped into.

Sampo Koski... the Bane of Belobog, the slimiest of salesman, the one who got away (from the Silvermane Guards). The man of the hour was hustling...stocking stuffers? "That's right valued customers Sampo Koski guarantees these trinkets will put a smile on any adult or child." The blue haired charlatan spoke animatedly green eyes sparkling with joy and Christmas cheer (more like Christmas greed).

Any normal sane person would scoff at Koski and go to a legitimate business, which is exactly what you were doing before you got accosted. "What about you, statuesque stranger? You look like you could use some Christmas cheer." You ignore the man believing he personalizes with any sucker he can to get a sale.

However, no one says no to Sampo Koski. You learned this firsthand as the mythical man himself turns you around with a gloved hand. Cheerful smile never leaving his face as he holds your skeptical form in place.

"Hey there friend what's the rush? You won't find steals like my prices anywhere else in the entirety of Administrative Square, I wager my prices are best for an Overworld resident such as yourself." That obnoxious grin deserved to be slapped right off his frustratingly handsome face. "Buzz off Koski I know your reputation, leave law abiding citizens like me alone." You attempt to free yourself from his grip, but his gloved hands dig harder into your skin causing you to wince under the pressure.

"I can't believe someone as cute and intelligent looking as yourself would believe idle rumors so quickly. There's a lot of people hating on young entrepreneurs these days. Besides I only wish to bring joy around Christmas with my merchandise." Sampo gestures to the brightly colored bags of Christmas goodies spread on his makeshift table (the floor).

You will admit they do look very appealing; you could see your little siblings raving about the vibrant candy and toys if you bought a couple. You sigh knowing you're about to be ripped off big time.

"Alright Koski let's see what you got?" Koski stops his fake crying and shakes your shoulders with glee before manhandling you over to his "stand". "Excellent friend and please just Sampo is preferred as this exchange makes us friends now." You glare at him shaking your head making Sampo laugh a bit. "Well, the customer is always right."

You spot an adorable trotter plushie and a toy Silvermane guard perfect for your brother and sister. You smile imaging them grinning with some baby teeth missing. "I would like these please." You gesture to the two items you spotted Sampo's smile widens. "Excellent choice dear friend, both cost ten shield each...but for you dear friend I'm will to half that price." Sampo's generous offer make you wonder if the rumors that people have told you are true.

"Thank you Sampo, my little siblings will love these." Before you can hand him the ten shield total Sampo sticks his hand out. "While I love the enthusiasm dear friend, I'm afraid I'm not quite finished." You sour at the conman's words, of course he would do this. A mischievous twinkle enters the man's green eyes as he continues. "Halfing the price of two very rare dolls is simply bad business, I believe that something of equal value must be exchanged." Bitter bile rises up your throat as anger clouds your expression.

"Rare dolls my ass, if they're so rare why not sell them for one hundred shield, huh?!" Sampo holds his hands up in defense as his face becomes uneasy. "Speak gentler handsome friend, the *Silvermane Guards* will hear your impassioned speech." You are so angry at the blue haired man that you grab his collar without asking him to speak up at his whispered words. "Either sell me the dolls for ten shield or don't. I'm not wasting my time playing your games." Sampo cautiously looks around which makes you shake his collar in anger. The bastard won't even look you in the eyes.

"What are you-" "HALT, Sampo Koski you are under arrest for smuggling, selling illicit substances, fraud, and unlicensed sales of commercial goods." Five Silvermane guards surround the two of you with the commander speaking in a booming voice. "And here they are what wonderful timing on their part." Sampo mumbles at a decibel only the two of you can hear. You put Sampo down and raise your hands up backing away slowly. Technically you didn't buy said goods so you should be able to walk away and-

"HALT citizen, you are under arrest for attempting to buy fraudulent goods and aiding a criminal fugitive." Aiding a criminal fugitive?! Your eyes pop out of there skull as the Silvermane Guards close in on your shaking form and Sampo's unbothered one. This was it you were going to jail, you won't be able to buy present, you won't be able to celebrate with loved ones.

You won't be able to return home to your siblings.

You lower your head in defeat as there is no good in struggling as it might make you look more guilty. Sampo walked behind you a charismatic smile on his face. "Gentleman I'm sure we can handle this in a nonviolent manner. Perhaps put this whole incident behind us, it is the Christmas season after all." What is Sampo doing? You glare at the idiot behind you before he looks at you with an unreadable expression before turning back to the guards closing you in with their spears. Before you can move a hissing noise fills the air as a bomb lands in front of your feet.

Boom! A thick smoke fills the air causing you and the Silvermane Guards to cough harshly. The world around began to blur as you see an outline of a man lean down to pick you up. "Good thing I've always got a plan B huh? You can thank me when you wake up (Y/N)."

You groan as you feel great fatigue just from opening your eyes, it feels like you were hit by a blizzard. Straining to look around your surroundings you see you're in a hotel bed which was decent quality with the room around you being rather plain. Stretching your arms you attempt to sit up before feeling something holding you back. Your arms with tied to the bed as well as your legs. What the fuck was going on?

You were about to shout for help when the door opens revealing a very pleased Sampo Koski. It all clicked together his smug grin, the restraints, the soreness in your chest, the darkness outside the window. The slimeball kidnapped you.

"Koski what is the meaning of this?!" You shout causing Sampo to wince. "I think we need to work on your voice modulation skills but don't worry I love you all the same." WHAT?

"Before you ask dumb questions I'll answer them for you. You think it's a coincidence we met? No no Sampo Koski doesn't leave anything up to fate. As for where you are, we need to lay low in the Underground for a while. At least until WildFire catches word and Seele comes to catch us for her girlfriend."

The amount of information you just received was mind numbing. Also wasn't this the first time you met or had Sampo been stalking you? Probably the latter. Sampo's emerald eyes look down at you with a look you thought he only had reserved for money.

"Aw look at you (Y/N) all tied up like a Christmas present just for Sampo Koski!" His comment causes you to thrash wildly spitting curses. A harsh prick makes you come back to your senses. Sampo stands over you with an empty needle.

"You should take a nap; I almost thought you hated me for a second there. Oh, I knew "borrowing" some tranquilizers from Natasha would be a good investment." You try to fight but you're too tired and overwhelmed to make sense of anything. You glare at Sampo who looks down at you greedily

"Sleep tight darling, we've got a whole galaxy to see~"

You never did get your siblings those presents

I think I did a damn good job representing Sampo for being too mysterious and avoiding revealing his true intentions. I plan on doing one for Robin as well. This one isn't very romantic so it could be construed as platonic yandere as well.

[nunyverse-scribe]

Winter Writing Prompts Part 2!

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Your fav ship kissing under the blankets during a cold wintery night.

Telekinetic character versus snow manipulator character in a snowball fight!

Animal whisperer character helping ALL the mammals in their area prepare for hibernation.

Piggy backing off of that, animal whisperer character helping ALL the birds in the area to prepare for migration for the wintery season.

Writing challenge: For your fantasy culture, instead of a December winter holiday, make a winter holiday set in your world’s January or February!

A character with super speed ice skating, see how well that goes

An artist sculpting out of ice

Ship date idea where they go to see the northern lights together (ppl who live north enough to see that are lucky lucky bastards sobs in lives closer to the equator)

A child befriending a Yeti that lives in the nearby mountains that everyone else is afraid of!

Character A checking out alternative forms of travel for their winter vacation because Character B is terrified of heights and so A doesn’t want to choose travel by plane (Bonus Points: B keeps on insisting it’s fine but A will still stubbornly accommodate to B’s fear unless/until they get to a point of getting over their fear where they are less likely to get a panic attack flying plane)

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[ladyofthenile]

Phantom December

I see the dead,

Dancing in the in-between,

mists of blue shadows, moving

“Gracefully across my memory”.

Do you seem them too?

Prancing in the silver storm,

“Far away” and “long ago”

Gliding in the winter snow?

Indeed, I see the dead

Swaying in the in-between,

molten form, glowing like

“embers” as they gaze back at me.

Phantom December by Nisa

[fanfictionlibrary01]

FFL Four Seasons Challenge: Winter

Winter is almost upon us, and with the new season comes a new genre with new prompts! The dark cold days are perfect for someone getting sick or taking a hard fall on some slippery ice, the celebrations perfect for some drama... but it's also the season where you hole up inside with a warm blanket and a hot tea. So for this season, the fanfic genre is:

Hurt/Comfort

The prompts are:

Betrayal

Flaws/Insecurities/self-esteem

"It's okay to cry"

Character deprived of and craving [sign of affection]

Asking for forgiveness

Check out our original Post here to learn more about this challenge and how to participate.

All Challenge works written by server members on Ao3 for our challenges are gathered in our Ao3 Collections. You can check out works from our earlier challenges there too ^^

Come join our Discord Server if you want a place to chat about your ideas and your progress with other writers and to be added to the collection for this Challenge!

Happy writing!

[dbaydenny]

Elements of Winter Poetry

Plain white winter words

ashes among the snowflakes

devoid of spirit

unexpected graveyard ghosts

a few remnants of summer.

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D W Eldred

[kentnaturaltribrid]

Page on snowflakes ❄️. Not much there, but figured what is there should make sense eventually.

[hadeshimbo]

Brunel Writer Winter Writing Competition Winner!

Also known as the BWWWC Winner, just doesn’t have the same ring...

Won my universities winter writing competition and secured not only bragging rights but also a vouch, talk about a great start to the year. You can find the story @ https://brunelwriter.com/ but it will be slowly buried as the eons go by, so here it is as well, copied for you viewing pleasure.

Hope you enjoy : ) 

Solstice: by Harry Rooke-Kelly

This job was never easy. It has never been easy, in large thanks to you lot, with your cars, your cities, and your infernal gender reveal parties. Do you know how hard it is to cultivate a blizzard when everything is on fire? So perhaps it is petty of me to snow you in, freeze your roads, and ruin any holiday travel plans but like with most things, you have brought this upon yourself.

Regardless of your bothersome existence, this job has become increasingly hard as of late, largely due to the ever-bright Spring. Once a cycle we meet, to pass the ceremonial, and entirely metaphorical, baton. Every time, I watch him tumble over his words like a new-born fawn struggling to stand for the first time, while a small horde of bunnies hop around his legs, leave droppings and paw prints in my pristine snow. Every moment is misery, and he seems so blissfully unaware, nattering on about plants and desperately trying to drag me to see the lambs.

He is yet to succeed.

When time was new, and we equally as new, it was quiet. Yet to meet, I performed my duties, took one day of recuperation, and then began work for next winter. No one appreciates how hard it is to cultivate well-laid snowfall, or how long it takes to create individually unique snowflakes. No, you just whine about how cold it is.

Now I must meet with Autumn to take over duties and responsibilities, before handing them over to Spring. I have never encountered Summer, nor do I think I ever will. Autumn is pleasant enough, a little cold, but in a cosy sort of way. We share brief conversation, a light jab at what you lot are doing to the planet, and then she disappears back into the amber of mounting leaf piles.

This cycle, Autumn insinuated, like the cryptic witch I have come to know her as, that I have a semblance of affection for the naïve and childish Spring. It’s stupid, isn’t it? He’s an oaf, a boisterous loudmouth, constantly trying to drag me to his grove while mudding mine. But when I returned to the clearing where we meet, convinced I had misplaced my shawl and furs, I found a fern growing from the snow. It had been brief, but he had ‘accidentally’ trespassed into my domain and left a little reminder.

I thought of pulling it root and stem, then and there. But, what a curious experiment this could be.

So, every day, after my duties, I would attend to the fern, watering it, nourishing the soil as much as these icy hands could manage, and slowly, over the summer months, I grew attached to the little sprout. It was resilient, growing just as strong despite being an admittedly frozen thrall of this place, despite how brutal and cold it could be. It remained and wouldn’t go away.

It seems, unfortunately, Autumn was indeed correct.

I am saddled with… unnecessary feelings.

[ufohio]

WALKING IN A WINTER WONDER EARTH Wake up to a glittering, snowy wonderland. Welcome to wintertime in Ohio: bright, clear, and hella cold. Your character can partake in all sorts of wintry activities this season—and then some!

Enjoy Snow Days

Ah, snow days. Don’t they just make you want to start a snowball fight? Or build a snow man? Sled? Or dive headfirst into a snow drift? There’s just something magical about snow that brings out the child in all of us—let your character get in touch with that inner child this winter.

Become Snow Birds

Magic, schmagic. Just because your characters live in the bright and shiny future doesn’t mean snow shoveling is out of the picture—nor are ice dams, slippery patches of black ice, or other winterborn hazards. Sure, Ohio Earthlings have some neat gizmos to combat all these woes, but some folk might still choose to escape rather than fight the awful things wintry conditions can do to a hovercar’s undercarriage.

Maybe your character allegedly heads south to “Florida” every winter—or very, very north to burning-hot Mercury. If these sunny options are out of the question, there’s always Luna Park, which is regularly warmed by ambient rocket fire.

Visit Snowy Peaks

For the very adventuresome, there are always the frosty methane peaks of remote Plutonian ski resorts to turn to. While it’s true that you can actually visit these slopes any time of year, there’s something about the winter season that makes Earthlings want to jump up and experience something new and exciting—but also familiar. Since Plutonian mountains sort of resemble Earth's own snow-capped peaks, these rustic ski joints are the perfect answer.

Get Snowed In

No matter how bent you are on getting out and about this winter, Jack Frost may still have something different planned for you. Especially in Andromeda Heights, where the older houses and buildings lack newfangled heating and snow-b-gone technologies, residents are likely to get snowed in at least once or twice. For those that lose power in blizzards, remember the buddy system, and stay warm with your neighbors. Don’t worry—the community is used to this.

[ray935sworld]

Comfort and answers

Marcmarc, Lucalex Soulmate AU

15.12 winter writing

Whole AU here

The pure shock freezing his body was the only thing keeping Marc from having a hugh panic attack.

He felt the pressure in his chest. It was almost destroying him. It was almost crushing him.

His hands were shaking. His mind was running.

The words kept replaying in his head. The whole situation was on loop in his mind. Everything he had felt and seen those last months.

He had felt broken every since he had to ignore those beautiful brown eyes the first time. He had looked so kind and soft. And he had shattered it all with one sentence.

He had felt so guilty and everytime he had done the same again, he hated himself a little bit more. He told himself he had to, but really he was just to weak to fight.

Finally he had gathered all his strength. Finally he had reached his breaking point. He just couldn't ignore it anymore. He loved Bez too much to act like he hated him.

He couldn't continue ignoring him when all he wanted to do was run to him and burry his head in his neck. He wanted him to run to him and hug him. He wanted to get kisses and hugs. He wanted to kiss him until his lips were dry and he couldn't keep his eyes off him anymore and he was drunk on him.

And now after seeing him on the top step of the podium, there was no hesitation. Marco had looked like an angel. Like a wild beast and he had ridden that way.

Even if he wasn't his soulmate, he had to be it. Even if it was just for a night or a month. He had to be the only man for Marco, even if it was only for a minute or a second. He'd take it.

He couldn't stand seeing him with a man that wasn't he. Didn't matter if it had been his mechanic, Luca or any one else. All he felt was jealousy and hate.

He hated everyone that spent time with Marco, because he couldn't. He cursed everyone that put his hands on him because he wasn't allowed to.

And now he had finally starved himself so long from him that he had turned greedy. He was so greedy for his touch that waiting just a second longer would kill him. He was willing to take whatever he could get.

And the only hope was to get in the lonely alleys where they used to meet. He didn't really had any hope. There was no reason for the Italian to take this way.

And then Marco had stood infront of him.

But Bez wanted to leave him again. No. No. No. No. Ever fiber in his body screamed to say something. He had to keep him there. But he was pushing. There bodies touched and Marc knew it was his last change.

He reached for him. He smelled like the alcohol he had been drained in and drank. He felt his stubbles on his cheeks. He touched his hair and neck and pulled him close.

He kissed him and he was sure he had died and somehow made it to heaven. It was the best feeling he had ever felt. It was soft and felt kind. He felt him deepening the kiss. The sensation was addictive.

And then it was gone.

He felt Marco push him back and he almost stumbled towards him again. He wanted to cross the distance between them again. Not just to kiss him but to feel his skin on his.

"Is that some kind of joke?! Am I a fucking joke to you?" he flinched. He hated yelling. "Martin put you up to this, didn't he?"

He blinked in confusion.

"What? I-" "OH don't you fucking lie to me now. You don't give a fuck about me. You've proven it over the whole fucking season! You never did, so don't you dare come now just to make a foul out if me. You manipulative asshole!"

"I- I-" And then he was gone with a scoff.

And Marc stood there on the verge of a panic attack. All this bravery and at the end he had been left. Again.

Before he could spiral down and end in a crying fit somewhere between motorhome, he forced himself to breath. He took a deep breath and started running.

He had no idea how he got there but at the end he was at Alex hotel door. If they were able to stay in their motorhomes, It would have been so much easy.

He saw light and a knocked quickly. He knocked and knocked and knocked again. Every sound fueled his panic and fear, but he could t stop. Silence would just cause him insanity right now.

It took a few seconds until Alex opened the door. It took him one look to decided that he saw enough. "Marc - shit, come inside" he said pulling his brothers inside already.

Marc felt his arm on his and he felt tears stream down in release. Physical contact. No yelling. They were good. But then he felt another wave of panic hit him. Alex seeing him like this was one thing. That was okay. They were used to it but his boyfriend?

"Is - Is Luca here?" he asked, fear clear in his voice. He was prepared to turn around and run or put up a show of being okay.

"Doesn't matter. You look terrible. Come here." he decided and went to hug Marc who immediately started to clinge to him. In the hold of his brother, he started to cry. He felt Alex move but he didn't care, he just started to sob uncontrollably.

"Fuck. What happened?" he heard another voice and he immediately wanted to cry harder. Luca. Great impression. "I don't know." "Okay. I'll… I'll leave you two alone so you can-"

Wait… Luca. Luca, Bez friend. His teammate. His academy buddy.

"Can you tell Bez I'm sorry?" he asked, through his tears. It was his only chance. Marco had to hear it. "Wait - Bez? Marco Bez?" Luca asked and Marc nodded.

"Yeah, I… I kissed him cause I love him and he hates me. He haaaaates me soooo much-" Alex hold him tighter as he sobbed. "-and I - I don't know what to do! I'm sorry and he will never talk to me again. Just tell him I'm sorry and that I have no idea what Martin has to do with any of it but-"

Lucas eyes went wide. Now that had hit a switch in him.

"MARTIN?!" Luca almost yelled. Confused, Marc looked at the younger Italian who was immediately fuming as he gave a confirming nod. "Martin talked to Bez? What did he say? What did that asshole do now?"

He balled his hands into fists, seemingly ready to make room for his anger. "Oh, of course he has some thing to do with all this"

"Luca, calm down. What are you even talking about?" Alex asked, who was now sitting on the bed, still hugging Marc.

His boyfriend had a look in his eyes he hadn't seen before. It was pure rage. "Martin is messing with us - the academy - to get to Pecco. He knows that Pecco is sensitive when it come to us" he explained now more calmly.

"He caused a fight between Franky and Migno. He upset Cele already by making him believe he'll never be in MotoGP. He manipulates us and now… Fuck. Listen, whatever Martin said to Bez must have been bad but not your fault, okay? I'm going to go find Bez, alright? See you later?"

Luca left the brothers. Marc was still upset but now he was confused on top of all that. The two spaniard decided to empty the mini fridge and all eat the ice cream stored inside.

It took a lot of crying and exaggerated guesters for Marc to stop but eventually he fell asleep. Alex still hold him close and comforted him. He still felt down when he woke up but he forced himself to go on about his day.

In the back of his mind he planed to somehow get Marco to talk to him so he can properly apologize for kissing him out of now where. And suddenly ignoring him.

He really needed to apologize for that. He had to come clean. About everything. This wasn't some fun anymore. He couldn't just brush it off like nothing happened. He had to explain everything from start to end.

But the race weeks were brutal, especially over sea. Luca couldn't find out what happend between Bez and Martin and Marco avoided Marc like the plague. There was no opportunity and he didn't react to his message. He had been blocked.

But that changed in Australia. It was after the race, flights going mostly tomorrow when Luca suddenly knocked on Marcs door.

"Luca" he said confused. He and his future brother in law got along well but they weren't close that Luca would randomly appear at his hotel room. "Sorry, Alex isn't here"

"I know. I need to talk to you" He nodded. They sat down and Luca took a deep breath. "Last week… Bez finally told me what happend. He was… Very upset. I didn't tell you earlier because of the race but Ehm…"

"Luca, just spit it out" he said, twitching nervously. He really needed to get answers and he hoped to get them quickly.

"Bez assumed or thought for some reason that you are his soulmate. Since he was pretty young actually. The skull mark was apparently fake."

What? Marc froze for a moment. He had never expected that he had figured it out as well. And the skull was fake? But why did Luca use the past tense? Why had Bez assumed he was his soulmate, did he no longer consider him as a possible partner? Had he fucked up that badly that his soulmate rejected him willingly, knowing they were linked in heart and soul?

"And apparently Martin knew about this and…. Marco said you used to be… Nice to him and then ignored him?" "It… Yes. I wanted to get over him. You told me his soulmark and we aren't a match. As you know."

"Yeah… And Martin used that and told him… That… Ehm…" There was a wave of horror cealrly washing over the Italian. He but his lips. He didn't want to repeat whatever had been said.

Fuck. It was worst than he expected.

"That - what? What did he say Luca? Just say it!" he asked nervously.

"He'd kill himself if he were Marcos soulmate so it's no wonder you're avoiding him…"

3 things happened after that conversation.

Marc decided that he would talk to Marco, if he wanted or not, after Valencia. It was his best shot to make amends and get them back on track.

Marc had a word with Martin about appropriate conversation topics he were allows to hold with his soulmate.

Martin got admitted to hospital due to a broken nose.

[emily-write-and-roam]

"night comes early"

night comes early, and

the trembling stars stretch and yawn

i sink into bed

[bebx]

[nunyverse-scribe]

Magic-Based Winter Writing Prompts

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Characters trapped in a snow globe and they need to find a way out.

A sweet witch/fairy/etc. that makes healing potions as the winter days approach and more people start catching illness.

A weather manipulator that lives in a tropical/subtropical environment and grants one day of snow each year of the season for the children to play.

Tree nymphs hibernating in their trees for the winter months.

Based off the last one, someone coming and checking in on all the trees that the nymphs belong to, even decorating some and leaving presents at the roots (towards the end of the season) so that when the nymphs wake up, they have a pleasant surprise awaiting them.

Sirens singing Christmas carols.

A fire dragon providing fire to the nearby village that its cave is nearby so that they have enough fire for the cold season.

Adding onto that, a fire dragon lighting up a big menorah in the center of the town with its fire magic during Hanukkah.

Magic potion hot chocolate. Idk what it’d do but magic potion hot chocolate.

A light manipulator lighting up the ENTIRE town right when the clock strikes midnight on December 1st

A character that’s a manipulator of temperature regulating the body temperatures of their loved ones or anyone they see that might need it.

A character with a disability that doesn’t react well to changing of the seasons’ drastic temperature changes getting a little charm that regulates their body temperature so that they’re ok.

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[ashesthendust]

What else can I write? My regrets? Many, all the time. When it’s dark at night and when it’s the middle of the day and I pretend to be awake. I drink too much. Try too hard. Gossip more than I should. Am stubborn and argumentative and egotistical. Act like I am the center of a universe that is more interesting than it is. Lack emotional depth, empathy. Cry too easily anyways. Become frustrated quickly. Hold myself apart. Lack firm ethics or boundaries. Am too self-satisfied. Am deeply insecure, worsening every year. Take too many shortcuts; claim the accomplishments anyways. Treat knowledge like a weapon. Treat humanity like a skill to learn instead of a state of being.

December 29, 2023

[violetheart77]

that time of year again