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[ex0rin]

End Of Year 2024!

the yearly tradition: (2022) (2023)

Fandom: The Walking Dead (January - August) Fic Count: 20 (+1 art) Word Count: 72, 235

Fandom: TFATWS/ What If…? (September - October) Fic Count: 5 (+1 art) Word Count: 13, 993

Fandom: TWD/ Dead City (November - December) Fic Count: 2 Word Count: 3, 720

Total Word Count: 91,448*

find me on AO3 here

Top Three (kudos) 1. Known better (M) (TWD, carl/ negan) 2. Anything you say (E) (TWD, carl/ negan) 3. Spread them wings (E) (TWD, carl/ negan)

Top Three (personal) & thoughts!! (under the cut)

It can be me (E) (TWD, carl/negan) *rape, non-con/ underage

Beside him, from the corner of his eye he can see the way Negan points down to the space between them, “Right here,” the other man orders and Rick’s full attention snaps up to Carl - his kid shuffles up to his feet silently, all of that intense focus on Negan and nothing else. Rick would give anything for Carl to glance down to him as he crosses the space.

OR: 07x01 but somehow darker.

Collision (E) (TWD, negan/ maggie)

Negan is still looking at her, eyes dark and mouth pressed into a firm line - she hates him with every fibre of her being. "Maggie," he says, softer now, like a question she would rather die than answer - the heat of his thigh carefully starts slipping away from between her legs and she bites back the frustrating sound that’s building up at the back of her throat, her thighs clench to keep him there, her body hums for touch – It's been so long since she’s allowed someone to touch her.

OR: Maggie finally lets it happen with Negan. Regrets it immediately. Spirals a little.

Fifty-fifty (M) (TWD, carl/ negan)

“Kid, it’s real cute that you think you get a for real choice here,” Negan says, voice low and brushing right up against Carl’s ear, “you’re gonna shoot two of ‘em, got it? You’re gonna pick two and,” Negan pauses again, bent behind him so that his chin is resting on Carl’s shoulder and Carl’s stomach does that flip again, his knees wobbling in that weird way, “and then boom.”

OR: Negan brings Carl out to a field to flirt with him to make him play a killing game.

*i was really really REALLY hoping that i'd pump out 10k over the last week of the holidays, but alas, that did not happen so this is the first of the years since i started doing this recap that i'm under 100k 😭 (i did add the fic word count that i'm currently working on just to bump it into the 90k zone for this post though, AO3 numbers below are still correct)

STILL! i completed @febuwhump 2024 again this year and that challenge really keeps me going (huge HUGE shout-out to the mod over there, @tempestaurora, who does so much and is so chill about voter fraud and just letting folks do whatev) (you can and SHOULD buy stickers)

all the love in the world to my old and new pocket-friends who kept me sane this year (via chats or stardew or sprinting or smut) 😘

@sparklingbinjuice @ladyshallots @duchessonfire @jdeanmorgan @5ummit @crushcandles @the-ravening @unlikelymilliner and everyone else too ❤️

as always, here's to more words (and more smut) in 2025!

also, because i was tagged by a bunch of folks:

[ex0rin]

THAT is a SOUR CREAM GLAZED donut NOT an old fashioned donut you uncultured swines. It's also my favourite donut which is why I'm adding onto the main post and not just putting it in the tags.

[bubbarnes]

“… you have to go back and keep the child that fell in love with this alive.”

[dustybones]

girlfriends flirting in a normal way

[evil-sometimes]

I am completely obsessed with a crown of candy. like caramelinda and lazuli were IN LOVE. imagine you're caramelinda. you are married to the love of your life. and she dies. your country is unstable, you need to remarry, politically. you have to remarry to her baby brother who up until now has just been a reckless prince getting up to stupid shit in the war. and now he's your husband. and now he's king. you have two daughters with him. he is a useless ruler, so you manage everything. you try to keep your family safe. your daughters grow up and take after their father. they take after lazuli. they are reckless. they just want to fight things, and you feel like their jailer, trying to impose rules, trying to keep them safe. you love them and would break apart if anything happened to them. you miss your wife. you have been married to your husband for 20 years now. he has been by your side longer than you even knew your wife. you deserved her, not him. it is impossible not to love him. but never like you loved her. he is still an irresponsible reckless warrior. he is a coward. he is your partner in life. you have children and a kingdom together. one of your daughters dies. she dies sneaking away after you told her to go to bed. you are queen. you are supposed to be able to protect her. you had ordered people to follow her and keep her safe. she still died. you want to blame her. you want to blame everyone. you want to blame yourself, you tried so hard to keep her safe. you cry in your husbands arms. you find out your wife kept secrets from you. you have to leave your home. your family is in danger. your family is protecting itself. you feel like dead weight. you miss your wife.

[ex0rin]

yeah, alright

here's a random word generator--whatever word it gives you is now the thing you are the deity of

[nothing-but-flowers88]

I love it in Dinluke fics and art when Din is brought into Luke’s friends/family group, but what I love the most is Luke fitting into Din’s group. Like Cara going crazy over how her friend is dating THEE Luke Skywalker. That awkward reintroduction with Boba at the palace, then to bond on their mutual respect for Din and come to an understanding. Peli telling Din that he better not hurt little ‘wormie’ Skywalker or she’ll cut the air brakes in his ship. Din being really glad he wears a helmet when Cobb tells him he’s ‘got it real bad’ for the ‘hot blonde’. Bo-Katan being snooty because “of course you just had to go and fall for a Skywalker!” But Luke continuing to be civil with Bo and holding his own against her, in which she reluctantly grows a respect for him.

[acornered]

long distance relationship got me thinking in Joanna Newsom lyrics

[lazy-b1rdy]

Yay adventure line in a comic!

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(It took 2 weeks to get the googly eyes off of the line since it kept running away from the narrator. It liked them too much! Though they did eventually get taken off bc Nigel was getting frustrated with it and it's antics)

might draw Nigel interacting with it as a pt 2 :-3

[thiswildernessismyhome]

[vyoongi]

"Dondus, Caesar's Companion"

In Caracalla's fifteenth summer, when the sun was setting like liquid gold on the streets of Rome, the young Caesar, still without a crown or lead in his soul, found something that would forever change the course of his life. The fair of exoticisms brimming with exotic treasures from distant lands beyond the Mare Nostrum, was alive with the sounds of joyous shouts, the thrum of drums, and the roars of caged beasts. Majestic elephants, brilliantly colored peacocks, and serpents coiled like living jewels entertained the crowd. Yet, amid this symphony of wonders, Caracalla's keen, steely blue eyes were drawn to a small creature with dark fur and a spirited glint in its gaze.

"What is this creature? " Caracalla inquired, his voice resonating with authority and a hint of burgeoning command.

"A capuchin monkey, my lord" the merchant replied, bowing deeply, his tone laced with the nervousness of one addressing the future emperor. "A female monkey that hails from the jungles of the Africa Province. "

"Did you ride with the elephants, little creature? " he whispered, his Latin awkward yet soft.

The diminutive monkey, small enough to nestle in the palm of Caracalla's hand, met his gaze with an intensity that dismantled his defenses. In that moment, the young Caesar sensed an uncommon connection, as if the creature had seen through the barriers he meticulously erected in the presence of his twin brother, Geta, who was his constant shadow.

"Look at how she observes me, Geta!" Caracalla exclaimed, turning to his brother. "It’s as though she possesses more wisdom about this world than the two of us combined. "

Pragmatic as ever, Geta crossed his arms and countered, "What purpose does she serve, brother? If she cannot fight or obey, she is merely a distraction. "Yet Caracalla was undeterred. His heart, more guided by impulse than reason, had made its choice.

He named her 'Dondus', deriving the name from a term he had overheard from a numidian slave.

From that day forward, Dondus became his steadfast companion. They crafted tailored tunics for her, tiny garments adorned with intricate golden embroidery, and adorned her with a necklace of gems that rivaled the treasures of Jupiter's temple. But Dondus wasn't destined for a cage or for performances meant to amuse the Senate. Instead, she resided in Caracalla's chambers, sleeping on his marble bed and sharing meals from the same plates as the young Caesar.

To Caracalla, Dondus was more than a pet. She was a refuge,a sanctuary. On nights when the weight of his lineage crushed him, when he remembered his father's cold stares and the unjust punishments he received for his disobedience, he found comfort in the soft purr of her little companion. Sometimes, in the quiet hours when Rome lay in slumber, he would confide in her softly, as if she were his most trusted confidant.

"Dondus, do you not see it? At times, I am as the gladiator, ensnared within an amphitheater without exits, the eyes of all upon me, yet none perceiving the weight I bear. Geta, in his way, strives to grasp it, but even he falters, as all men do. Yet you, in your silence, gaze upon me without reproach. Is it that you cannot fathom war or dominion? Or is it, in your smallness, you have already gleaned the truth—that such things are but shadows, fleeting and without substance?"

Over time, the bond between them grew stronger. During lavish banquets, while senators adebated about territories and conquests, Dondus would sit on Caracalla's shoulder, drawing nervous laughter from those present. "A monkey dressed better than a proconsul'' they would whisper under their breath. Yet Caracalla remained unfazed by their remarks.

At the amphitheater, when blood stained the arena and the people roared for more, Dondus stood by his side, still, as if she understood that her master found a strange pleasure in chaos. Yet even in those moments, Caracalla was more docile to her than to any other human being.

"It amuses me'' Geta once said, his voice edged with irony. ''You would command the deaths of a thousand souls without so much as a blink, yet when Dondus casts a cluster of grapes to the ground, you hasten after her like a slave chasing his dominus.'' Caracalla inclined his head, a wry smile upon his lips. ''Perhaps'' he replied, ''it is because she asks nothing of me—save that I remain as I am."

As Caracalla grew into his imperial duties, Dondus remained by his side. She was dressed in miniature tunics crafted by the palace seamstresses, a spectacle that delighted the court but sometimes enraged Geta.

“You make a mockery of the empire” Geta spat one evening, finding Caracalla feeding Dondus at the dinner table.

“And you make a mockery of life, brother, with all your brooding” Caracalla retorted, his smile sharp. “She loves me as no one else does.”

In truth, there was a part of Caracalla that knew he was difficult to love. His temper, his hedonism, his love of blood and spectacle—it set him apart from Geta, who charmed the Senate and the plebeians alike. Yet Dondus never turned from him, even in his darkest moods.

Maybe it was because she, too, was a creature out of place. Just as Caracalla felt alienated in a world that demanded his perfection, Dondus had been torn from her jungle home, a shadow lost in the brilliance of Rome’s marble halls.

Years later, when the throne of Rome became a pool of blood, when Caracalla's hands were stained with the red of his own family, Dondus was still there. During his ascension as sole emperor, the little capuchin was named his first consul, a mockery of both the Senate and the gods.

In those darkest hours, when Rome burned from within and conspiracies were the order of the day, Caracalla took refuge in the company of Dondus, seeing in her black gaze the echo of the days when everything was simpler. He didn't remember, or didn't want to remember, that his own hands had brought about his brother's end. In his broken mind, Geta continued to care for him, as he always had.

As the empire faltered, Caracalla stroked Dondus's soft fur and murmured, ''You and I, Dondus, are all that remains of Rome. Let Jupiter cast his judgment, if he wills it. I have all I need."

And in the little capuchin, with her bright eyes and silent loyalty, he found the only fragment of peace his lost soul could hold. She didn't understand his words but she stayed.

Always, she stayed.

[ex0rin]

@sparklingbinjuice out here making me a new banner after i spent all day sending her rough snippets of winterfalconjr lead up smut (just right dot gif)

[chaotic66hummingbird]

Cara Delevingne

[youareunbearable]

Tonight is a great night to think fondly on Haleth and Caranthir. I think they would make such a funny couple.

Imagine??? The Big Tall Broody Scowling Kinslayer Who Is Also The One Reason The Economy Is Functioning At All Between The Different Races/Elvish Factions Who Probably Is Dying To Tell King Thingol/His Cousins To Fuck Off At Any Given Moment and hes looming over this short human lady??

This short human lady that Can, Will, and Already Has told him to pull the stick out of his ass and bullies him into doing normal townsfolk chores??? Lord Carathir, Master Economist and a Weaver with the skill to rival his grandmother, sitting there and darning socks cause his tiny mortal wife told him too. His reward will be a kiss on the cheek but she'll scold him while he does it because he said a mean thing about his Cousin Finrod in his last letter to her while he KNEW Finrod was visiting her.

Only three things in the world keep Caranthir in check: His Eldest Brother, The Lord Himring, The Current Head of the Feanorian Faction of Noldor, and Former High King; the idea that if he didn't complete his brothers' tax paperwork and run the Trade Routes then the Nolofinweans and Arafinweans would become more economincally important And We Cant Have That; and his 4'11 wife he met bloodied and wrathful on a battlefield screaming at an orc over the corpse of her brother-- it was love at first sight

[caramelmoony]

house and wilson having a conversation about how amber is basically a female house and wilson saying that they’re basically a couple……….

i was sat on the edge on my seat with my jaw agape i can’t believe that was a real conversation

[yoomschoocs]

@percildanweek 2024 Day 1: Angst / Historical AU / Steam Punk

Starting the week off right with a perfectly healthy dose of ✨angst✨

And so it begins... This is part 1 of a comic that I sadly could not finish in time, as is expected of us for ship weeks lol- Part 2 will be posted somewhere throughout the week! As usual, this week will be a collab between me and @cara-kira ! For this day, he did the sketch and storyline, and I did the line art and coloring.

Happy Perc'ildan Week friends!!