#domaystic 2022

[diana-fortyseven]

Do-MAY-stic Day 16:

Safehouse

Teen & Up, Domestic Fluff, Found Family, Looking out the Window

Victoria gets distracted by something more interesting than her schoolwork. 47 thinks she has a point.

[Do-MAY-stic 2022 Masterlist]

[imakemywings]

Fandom: The Silmarillion

Characters: Elrond, Elros, Elwing, Earendil

Summary: One late summer day, a postcard comes for Elrond in the mailbox. Elros intercepts.

AN: Soooo this was actually for @domaystic 2022, but uhhh better late than never, right?

AO3 | Pillowfort

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He didn’t make a habit of waiting for the mailman, as there was usually nothing exciting in there for him, but that day he was waiting on a new set of paints he had ordered for his miniatures, so when he saw the familiar truck trundling down the quiet street, there was no reason not to hang around a few extra minutes. The shade of the tree in the front yard made it a decent place to sit and wait, listening to the occasional ambient dog bark or opening of a garage door.

           “Hey,” said the mailman—the same mailman who had been servicing their house as long as he could remember—when he stopped outside the red front gate. “Are you Elrond? I’ve got something for you.” He waved around a square of paper.

           “I’m Elrond,” said Elros, his eyes gleaming as he reached for the postcard. Who was writing his brother? A bit of lying could certainly be excused to figure that out, he thought as he scanned over the message, a grin spreading slowly across his face, particularly if the postman was too silly to tell them apart. Celebrian Celeborniel!

           “Elrond’s got a love letter!” he hollered, turning back towards the little adobe house with a triumphant wave of the postcard. “Hey, come and get Celebrian’s love note!” That got the front door swinging open right quick, and sensing his comeuppance rapidly approaching, Elros leaped up onto one of the low walls that bricked in the garden on either side of the pathway to the front door. “I so enjoyed your last letter I must confess to re-reading it on occasion!” he read aloud with delight.

           “Elros!”

           “What was that you said, Elros?” Adar was sticking his head out one of the front windows.

           “I said Elrond’s got a love letter!” Elros repeated. “And she misses you!” he said to Elrond with the sappiest expression he could muster, while Elrond climbed onto the wall and tried to grab the postcard back.

           “Elros! Give me that! It’s not yours! You are so immature!”

           “Aren’t you a bit old for this, son?” Adar asked, to which Elros only grinned and danced back out of Elrond’s reach. The problem with his twin was that they were precisely the same height, which meant he had no advantage, despite having been born first (a fact which he seldom failed to bring to Elrond’s attention when he saw fit).

           “Celebrian is—a friend!” Elrond argued. “Stop making it sound salacious!” Shaking his head, Eärendil retreated inside and left his grown sons to their infantile game, which ended when Elrond quickly jabbed his elbow into Elros’ sternum and snatched the postcard out of his hand. “What are you, twelve?” he sniffed. Elros, between his wheezing and his laughter, did not get out a repost before Elrond flounced inside with Celebrian’s card.

           The miniature paints were not among the deliveries for the day.

“Bills, Adar,” said Elros, tossing the rest of the mail on the table as he entered, padding barefoot across a floor striped in dusty light filtering through the drawn shades. Naneth was down for a nap with a migraine, which meant the house was quiet.

           Eärendil waved his hand in acknowledgement from where he was in front of the TV, not looking over. Elros leaned until he could see the screen.

           “Is that Moby Dick?”

           It was, again. The Fifties version this time, looked like. Elros threw himself on the couch with his father to watch a while.

           Later, as afternoon bled into an warm, orange evening, he found Elrond lounging on the wooden boat Adar had constructed for them as children to play on, which featured a steering wheel at which they had spent many hours pretending to man groundbreaking voyages into seas unknown, often coaxing Adar into playing their sea monsters as needed. Naneth preferred playing the kind of sea monster that didn’t have to run around or get hit with things (she made a better navigator, Elros had told her then, and been delighted when she brought out a book of real maps on which to plot their adventures). Elrond was sitting along the railing at the prow, one leg hanging over the deck.

           Elros approached and leaned against the railing on the opposite side.

           “Drink?” he asked, offering Elrond one of the open beer bottles in his hand. With the hand not holding Celebrian’s card, Elrond took the bottle and knocked back a sip. “So…” said Elros. “Still talking to Celebrian then.”

           “Do not start,” Elrond said in a tone that made a grin break out across Elros’ face.

           “Come on,” Elros chided, swinging his bottle with two fingers. “It’s not like it’s a secret that you’re into her. You haven’t even seen her since her family was out here.” Elrond glared impotently, but opted to have another drink rather than argue. “So are you going tell her, or what?”

           Elrond shrugged noncommittally.

           “This isn’t a good time,” he said. “Her grandmother died.”

           “That was last year, dude,” said Elros. “It’s time for a new excuse.”

           “She’s having health problems,” said Elrond. Elros sobered at once.

           “Oh shit, really? Is she okay?”

           “You know she has the…” Fumbling for the name, Elrond gestured with the beer.

           “The autoimmune thing?” Elros supplied.

           “Yes. It’s been flaring up lately,” said Elrond.

           “How is she?”

           “She’s alright,” said Elrond. “It’s stressful, but she’s…” He flushed faintly. “The eternal optimist. She’ll be okay. But I don’t want to bother her.”

           “See, now I was thinking a love confession might cheer her up,” said Elros.

           “Yes, nothing like turning down a friend to cheer you up,” said Elrond. Elros rolled his eyes.

           “Don’t be such a downer. She’s going to say yes.” There was silence for a moment. “You want me to tell her?” Elros offered. “I’ll even do it over video call.”

           “Absolutely not!” Elrond exclaimed, looking at Elros in alarm. Elros grinned again, but stayed relaxed, lest Elrond think he had any real intention of carrying that out against his wishes. Elrond placed his bottle on the deck and began turning the postcard over between his hands, looking out distantly into the neighbor’s yard. An early-bird cricket was sounding off in a nearby bush as the sky’s blue deepened with the descent into evening. Elros swung his beer bottle between his fingers and breathed the mellow summer air and listened to the neighbors scraping their grill clean. The world was quiet and he felt inside like a glassy pool of water, placid, undisturbed.

“Hey,” said Elros. “You want to go to the beach? I saw Naneth waxing the boards earlier.”

           “Yeah?” Pulling himself from his considerations, Elrond looked at his twin.

           “Yeah,” Elros said, lifting his bottle to take another drink and then lowering it immediately. “I’ll drive.” Elrond grinned and took another drink himself.

           “Sure, let’s go,” he said, swinging himself off the railing. Inside, they made straight for the small room they had once shared and began to strip down.

           “Are you two going to the beach?” Adar asked, poking his head in. “Naneth waxed the boards earlier.”

           “Yeah, we’re going for a bit,” said Elros.

           “Great!” Adar beamed. “Sweetheart!” he called down the hall. “We’re going to the beach!”

           “Now wait a second—!” Elros gave up, as Adar was already out of earshot. “Damn, helping themselves right to an invitation,” he groused good-naturedly. Elrond just smiled and pulled on a rash guard.

           “Oh!” They heard Naneth distantly from the front room. “I just waxed the boards!” Elros made a face of exaggerated shock to Elrond, who snickered.

           With the speed of a family long on the coast, they shed their land skins for something more water appropriate and piled into the car, with only a brief disagreement about who was driving, which ended with Elros in the driver’s seat as planned, and Eärendil beside him, monopolizing the radio.

           Elwing, in the back with Elrond, said, “I heard you got a postcard from Celebrian today.” Elrond groaned and looked out the window, making Naneth laugh quietly. “You don’t have to talk about it,” she said. She placed one cool hand over his. “I’m glad you’re keeping in touch,” she said. “There’s something more personal about physical notes. Isn’t that so, darling?”

           “Absolutely!” said Adar enthusiastically. “I loved those letters with your handwriting, especially where it was smudged because you were writing too fast to let the ink dry!”

           “Naneth, haven’t you heard? They’re just friends,” said Elros.

           “And what were you doing skulking around the mailbox anyway?” Naneth asked.

           “…waiting for the paints I ordered,” Elros admitted.

           “And Elrond is the one being mocked?” Adar joked.

           “Says the man with a ship-in-a-bottle collection!” Elros exclaimed with jaw-dropped indignation.

           “Those are art,” said Adar, at which Naneth made a slightly pained expression.

           “So are my figurines!” Elros insisted.  

           “Let’s not distract the driver, hm?” Naneth suggested before the debate on the artistry of Warhammer miniatures could get too involved.

           They piled out of the car in a sandy parking lot as the sinking sun blew the sky into a riot of color, turning the ocean into a glittering expanse of fallen stars.

           “Last one to the water drives home!” Adar announced when he was already halfway to the sand and Elros still getting his board off the roof.

           “Cheating!” Elros shouted, taking off with a serious lack of care for where that board was swinging, in the opinions of Elrond and Elwing, who both jumped back out of the way. Adar’s head start proved insurmountable and Elros splashed into the water moments after him.

           “Are you having a nice break, Elrond?” Naneth asked as she and Elrond beat a more sedate route to the water. Elrond watched Adar and Elros paddling out. Adar paused and turned to look back, as if to make sure Naneth was coming, and waved when he saw them. Naneth waved back and while Elros continued out into the deeper water, Adar waited for the other two to catch up.

           “Yes,” Elrond said decisively. “It’s good to be home.”

[thornbriar]

So I’ve been busy with getting to and starting next chapter of continuing education so sorry for being away

So have an never released piece I did for Domaystic 2022 featuring Kirby and the Empty fridge with the art and never finished Wip of Kirby’s answer

Also attached is a link to video on IG with best timed music lol

[domaystic]

May is over, and this year too Domaystic 2024 has officially ended!

Thank you all for joining or taking an interest in Domaystic :)

I think this year things went slower but I'm still very glad that people enjoyed taking part, both here or in their own favorite platform, and succeeded in their creativity effort, challenging their muse and playing with their characters. Amazing!! <3 Even by creating a fandom specific domaystic event as @cozycornerevents did (hey!), I didn't catch any other but maybe there is? If so, do share it :D

I'm also wondering if this years format was a bit confusing? Because it was also difficult for me to explain it and as it was not structured like, day-to-day style, but more free-ish... Or vague? Was it a con or not? mmmmhh ( ಠ ͜ʖ ಠ)

As you may know already, late tags/mentions to this blog are welcome and will be reblogged, past prompts included as I'm also keeping track of each tag since 2022.

Or if you want to find out which works are from this year prompt list: here are the tags used in the blog, there's the 2024 AO3 collection or even check out the related tag. Under the same profile, you can find the other two collections, always open to submissions.

Much love～

[queuebird]

26. losing each other in the crowd

T, Hannibal, Will/Hannibal, 428 words

For day 26 of Domaystic 2022

One moment Will is by Hannibal’s side, and the next he’s gone.

Hannibal finishes his purchase and turns back, scanning the farmers market crowd. He pushes through the group outside the next stand in the row, then retraces his steps back through the market.

Will is conversing with another shopper in the patch of grass between a tea place and the meat vendor’s tent. He’s nervous, but the usual amount when he interacts with a stranger. Hannibal can’t see the other man’s face, but whatever he says makes Will smile, and then laugh. The man leans in closer to speak to Will.

Hannibal approaches the two. Will doesn’t notice. He’s smiling at the man again.

“Will,” Hannibal says. “I lost you.”

Will turns that smile on Hannibal. “Hi,” he says. “Um, yeah, I just met Pierre here.”

“Hello.” Pierre waves. He is dark-eyed and dark-haired, and young.

Hannibal looks at him, then looks back at Will. He slides his hand into the small of Will’s back and puts his mouth to Will’s ear.

“I’m finished here,” he murmurs. “Let’s leave.”

Will blinks at him. He draws his eyebrows together, then nods.

…

“What was that?” Will asks, shutting the front door behind himself.

Hannibal heads into the kitchen and begins methodically putting away the food.

“I can’t make friends, is that it?” Will continues from behind him, louder.

“We must be careful about the company we keep,” Hannibal says. “We don’t know who—”

“I’m not your property,” Will snaps, his anger bubbling over.

Hannibal twists to look at Will curiously.

“Aren’t you?” he asks.

Will stares at him with his mouth open, then whirls around and stalks off.

…

“Will?” Hannibal taps at Will’s bedroom door with a knuckle. “Will. Dinner is ready. Will?”

When there’s only silence, Hannibal tries the knob. It’s open.

Will is curled up on his bed in the darkness, turned away from the door. Hannibal approaches and sits on the edge of the bed.

“Will,” he says again, softly.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” Will mutters.

“Be reasonable.”

Will sits up. “There’s nowhere I can go that is away from you,” he says, twisting a hand into his own hair. “You’re always there.”

“It’s a source of comfort for you.”

Will deflates.

“It is,” he says, low. “But sometimes it isn’t.”

“You are mine.”

Will closes his eyes.

“Yes, I am,” he says, even quieter.

Hannibal touches the side of Will’s head.

“Will you come have dinner with me?” he asks.

Will nods, and they leave for the dining room, together.

[rockingrobin69]

My year in fic 2022

Some lovely people on here tagged me to participate. In true Robin fashion, I waited till the last minute, but for a good reason. 

You see, for me, 2022 was year of the short story, year of the tumblr. And it just so happens that yesterday I’ve reached 200 shorts over the course of the year! Ranging from 50 to 2,500 words, in all flavours of fluff, h/c, angst, soft, you name it. 200 fics.

And... that calls for a bit of a celebration, I think. Of the Robin kind (some self recs, some ramblings, and a lot, a lot of love). 

Self rec - Five Fics I Still Think About Occasionally 

Opportune (100 words):  

They didn’t have any food, and the blanket in the boot was still dirty from that day on the beach, so Harry popped into Greggs for sausage rolls and transfigured his own jacket into something mat-adjacent.

as-you-wish (500 words): 

One year they went as Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. It was Draco’s idea: he kept saying how funny it’d be, how fitting. “Seeing as I am, one must admit, a hugely bad influence,” he said with a kiss to Harry’s nose. “And you’re so easily led, if the Prophet is to be believed.”

Wholeheart (500 words): 

There was nothing he didn’t allow him, to say, to do, to needlessly, extravagantly buy. As if he’s made it his life’s mission to give Harry anything he could ever want. Like he was quite content with watching Harry let loose, with letting him melt and unravel and then joyfully, purposefully tie him back together again.

The possibly grave case of madeleines (900 words): 

Lo-Mal-Draco sighed. “I’m sorry to be bothering you with this petty business so early in the morning, but I’m afraid something’s afoot. After the grand job you did at Lancashire, I thought perhaps I could use your remarkable skills once again.”

The blush came on in bits and pieces, warm on his face. “I wasn’t exactly… just happened to be… would love to be use—of use—do you really think you’re in danger?”

“Not enough to warrant further delay on the tea, no.”

Charged (2,500 words): 

By the end of October Harry knew he had a serious problem. It wasn’t so much how tiny little changes made such a transformation in the place he thought he knew. Wasn’t the scented candles, or the potted plants taking over every flat surface, or the new rug instead of the hideous carpet, the soft one. It wasn’t even the new bedsheets that appeared in his cupboard, ones that didn’t make his skin itch.

It was this: in the middle of his living room, sprawled on the sofa in socks and a house coat—where the fuck did he even get that?—hair still wet, moaning with absolutely no shame around something chocolatey and terrible.

It was this: Malfoy wouldn’t leave.

Also, cheekily: this year I participated in three month-long fests -

28 drabbles for @hdcandyheartsfest (as gentle as you can imagine)

31 drabbles for @domaystic (truly truly fluffy)

31 entries for  @flufftober (you can - I mean you can pretty much guess. it’s SOFT.)

Ramblings:

The thing is, my friends, the thing is, none of this would have happened without you. None. Not one fic would have ever been posted if it wasn’t for your encouragement, your enthusiasm, your example and your love. And so this is in fact a celebration of you!!! Thank you! thank you! thank you! for inspiring, teaching, indulging, supporting, for being here, for being you. Thank you. 

Love: YOU! 

[nobigsecrets]

AO3 Wrapped 2022

I was tagged by my friend @cowandcalf, thanks so much, Babe!!

Works Published: 17

Word Count: 25,725

Hits: 16,430

Bookmarks: 246

Most Popular by Kudos: Together (we make a family) (No surprise that family fluff gets the most kudos: it's Grace and her two dads going grocery shopping :))

Most Hits: Friday Night (Also no surprise that the smut gets the most hits; McDanno of course)

Longest: Kiss Me (Where the Sky Kisses the Mountains) (5,653 words of Danny and Steve going skiing; still missing its third and final chapter)

Shortest: Life Happens (Beer Helps) (181 words in form of text messages between Danny and Steve)

Most Comments: Danno Loves You (How fitting for a story where the central plot element is a post-it note)

Fic that made me cry: None

Fic that made me smile: I had the most fun with Life Happens (Beer Helps). Writing the texts, searching for a fitting picture (of Danny in the bath tub with a bottle of beer 😏) but mostly trying out and playing around with the AO3 work skin for text messages.

Gifts: Not so much a gift but a dedication, because I wouldn't have come up with the Biker AU Wherever I May Roam without @teruel-a-witch's original inspirational post and our subsequent conversation in the notes.

At this point, I also need to mention that I was gifted with Du bist mein Norden by wonderful @cowandcalf. It's not just a fic but a whole series/trilogy for German cop series 'Tatort Saarbrücken' and I love it to pieces. (And a re-read might be in order before the next episode airs at the end of January!)

Collaborations: Not really collaborations maybe, but again a shoutout to @teruel-a-witch is on order, because brainstorming with Katya is super fun and we came up with so many great ideas together. I might have lost count of everything, but beside the above mentioned McDanno Biker AU Wherever I May Roam, Katya has added great parts to my Rockstar Steve AU and there was also a McDanno Fleet Week AU that I really would love to expand on but that only exists in the notes... somewhere.

Events: Participated in @domaystic 2022 which was great fun!

Underrated: I can’t really say.

Coming in 2023: 🌈 Rainbows Over Waikiki. Finally. 🎉

I'm super late in answering this and I don't remember who has been tagged and who has done this already—so feel tagged and jump in if you'd like to share your stats and haven't yet or take it as a reminder if you're as late as me! :)

[dreaminghour]

Catcher/Hannibal - Under the same umbrella

Event: @domaystic Fandom: Down With Love/The A-Team Crossover Rating: Teen and Up Prompt: 06 Under the same umbrella Ship: Catcher Block/Hannibal Smith Context: Crossover. Random seeming pairing I've adopted after reading @firondoiel's smutty one-shot for QuiObi kink week 2022. This is now my third work for these two. Read my other two here: The Darnedest Thing and Only Till the Washing's Done. Only warning I have is that this one is angsty and not at all smutty. Words: 584

Currently, rain was pouring down, a curtain of water ran off the edge of the building separating Catcher from the man wearing a beaten up leather jacket, wet hair a dull steel color, a man who was glaring at him. Catcher was of the firm opinion that Hannibal had no right to look so angry with him.

"What?" Hannibal asked, voice harsh. "What is it?"

Later, Catcher would have been able to say he felt flummoxed by the entire thing: the sudden appearance of Hannibal, being caught in the downpour, the seemingly insurmountable distance between them.

"Why aren't you using your damn umbrella?" Hannibal snarled, finally stepping out into the rain beside Catcher, opening the umbrella and putting it over their heads.

"You could have pulled me under the awning with you," Catcher said, his voice feeling as though it were not belonging to him, made hollow by the rain beating down on them. "I asked, what you were doing here?"

"Can't a man just take a walk in the rain?" Hannibal asked, still unreasonably annoyed. He was so close that Catcher could feel the warmth of his body through his wet coat and suit.

"Where have you been?" Catcher asked. "It's been months!"

"Months?" Hannibal's expression was so unlike any of the easy smiles and knowing smirks he'd shared with Catcher before. It was like they didn't know each other at all.

And maybe, Catcher was realizing, that was the truth of it.

"Eleven months since I tried to reach you. Not a phone call went through. I stopped trying."

Hannibal handed Catcher the umbrella's handle and then, incongruously, embraced him.

Catcher was cold, his body churning with confusion, he never felt this wrong-footed. Never.

This close, Hannibal bent his lips to Catcher's ear, whispering words only for him to hear.

"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, but I had to go away."

Catcher's voice cracked: "I thought you died."

"Not yet," Hannibal said, one hand stroking the wet hair at Catcher's nape. "Not this time."

That admission, that promise that someday, maybe, he might not come back… Catcher was snapped back to the present. He met Hannibal's gaze, could see something pinched in his expression. He relaxed his grip on Hannibal, but still that strong arm was wrapped around him, and they were now tightly side by side beneath the umbrella's shelter.

Hannibal didn't speak, and perhaps he was glad that Catcher didn't press him. He needed to sort out the mess of his own emotions, the way he'd not really resolved any questions while Hannibal had been gone, the question of 'what now' which lingered.

"This is my stop," Hannibal said at a corner entrance to one of those multi-use office buildings that only let you in if you used the buzzer and knew who to ask for.

Catcher probably could have gotten in if he'd had five minutes to spare.

He let Hannibal go, but wasn't given his space back.

"I'll see you again," Hannibal said.

"You can't promise that," Catcher replied quickly, somewhat snide.

They were closer than they'd ever been in public, and Catcher was so ludicrously grateful for the rain, even if it ruined his shoes and gave him a cold.

"Soon," Hannibal said, rather than argue, and then he slipped away, sliding a key in the building's door, disappearing into it's warm light, leaving Catcher in the cold and gray.

Guess we'll find out eventually who's right, Catcher thought, and waved his hand for a taxi.

[raeality]

The Eclipse, AkkAyan, 2k words, rated M

🔸 new arc in my Domaystic series

🔹 please heed the tags

🔸 it will be okay

🔹 but it’s not okay right now

[birdkeeperklink]

✨2022 Writing Year In Review✨

I was tagged by @lassiesspanishaccent! Thanks, Swattie! 💖

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 11

2. Word count posted for the year: 76,818

3. Fandoms I wrote for: Psych and Gods of Egypt

4. Pairings: Shawn Spencer/Carlton Lassiter, Horus/Bek

5. Story with the most:

- Kudos: Complementary Souls (382)

- Bookmarks: Complementary Souls (107)

- Comments: DoMaystic Shassie (79)

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why):

“DoMaystic Shassie” because it was the first time I’d ever tackled one of those month-long challenges and actually followed through on it.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):

“Never Be the Same.” It just didn’t come out the way I hoped it would.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

Oh, dear, I have so many favorites - so many people say so many lovely things 😭💖 But I guess, for recent ones, I’ll have to go with this one -

“This was super sweet, I loved when the dwarves realized WHY Bilbo complains so much, and their reactions when he started complaining again were adorable.  I loved this, loved how they all came together to make sure their Hobbit was all right!  Thanks for sharing!”

It was left on a story I’ll always have a soft spot for, and it always makes my day on the occasions when a comment is left on it. It reminds me that people are still reading those older works and enjoying them, which is a reminder I really need quite often.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard:

Mmm, September through December? 😂 This past semester really kicked my ass, mostly because one of my classes wasn’t offered online, so I ended up driving a ton and it sapped my time and energy.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

It’s not a scene, but a whole story 😂 “5 Times Shawn Called Carlton ‘Babygirl’ + 1 Time Carlton Didn’t Freak Out About It” surprised me because I don’t usually liked 5+1 stories, with very, very rare exceptions, so I really never expected to have an idea to write one of my own.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

<<The teens bolted, slipping and sliding in the snow. Carlton watched them go with satisfaction, partly just for the joy of it and partly to see that they really did stick to the trail, heading back towards the lodge, and didn’t turn off into the trees.

It was a mistake, though, because he’d forgotten that there were more than just two hooligans out here.

He yelled, flailing, and stamped around, wriggling to try to get the cold out of the back of his shirt! Specifically, his neck, and oh, God, it was going down his back now, and —

Carlton went still, whirling to glare at Spencer, who was laughing. He’d just stuffed snow down the back of Carlton’s shirt and he was laughing.

“Oh, you son of a —”

Ordinarily, he’d try to strangle Spencer, but today, he had a snowball in his hand.>>

From “Coffee on the Snow,” which I suppose was technically 2021, but I’m counting it in 2022 because AO3 does and I’m lazy, lol

12. How did you grow as a writer this year:

I don’t feel like I did, really. Sounds like a bummer downer answer, but what can you do 🤷‍♀️

13. How do you hope to grow next year:

I hope to learn to let go of what other people think and just write what I want. I’ve always known that intellectually, but I have a really hard time taking it to heart, so I’d like that if I could develop that skill more permanently next year, rather than just having waves of not caring followed by long periods of insecurity.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

Oh, without a doubt Swattie and my bestie - those two are beacons of light.  I know Swattie is always there for everyone and always has an encouraging word, and it’s amazing.  My bestie, of course, is my bff and even has kind words for me when I write about shows or characters she doesn’t like. 💖

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Not that I recall. If it did, it was a tiny throwaway bit, like something I was eating at that moment, lol

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

You don’t have to take every bit of criticism into consideration.  If someone offers you “advice” and you didn’t ask for it, it’s okay to ignore it.  If someone offers you advice and you did ask for it, it’s still okay to ignore it.  Sometimes it’s personal preferences clashing and sometimes the other person doesn’t understand what you’re trying to do - that’s okay, and you don’t have to pay it any mind if you don’t want to.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

I have a short Elementary fic I’m working on that I’d love to finish very soon, I’m collaborating with my bff on a Bagginshield fic that will remain between the two of us and I’m excited for that, and I went back to a really old Buffy fic that I’m really excited to rework into a second draft, even though absolutely no one else will ever want to read it but me.  Other than that, who knows?  I’m giving myself a break from deadlines and expectations this year, since college has plenty of those, and am just writing whatever I feel excited about in the moment, without guilt.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

Oh, let’s see.... @stevviefox @asublimehimbo @lenievi and...I feel bad, but I can’t remember who’s already been tagged for one of these and who hasn’t among the writers in my mutuals, so...if you haven’t already been tagged and you see this and want to do it, then I’m tagging you. Although no pressure even to the three people I did tag 😅

[ladderofyears]

I posted 1,382 times in 2022

That's 395 more posts than 2021!

165 posts created (12%)

1,217 posts reblogged (88%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@makeitp1nk

@gnarf

@curlyy-hair-dont-care

@digthewriter

@beebox-illustrations

I tagged 164 of my posts in 2022

#drarry - 121 posts

#harry x draco - 94 posts

#boys in love - 94 posts

#one sentence story - 88 posts

#draco/harry - 22 posts

#hdcandyheartsfest2022 - 18 posts

#drarrymicrofic - 15 posts

#harry potter - 11 posts

#talented friends being talented - 10 posts

#three sentence fic - 10 posts

Longest Tag: 35 characters

#author appreciation origami project

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

“A bottle top?” Draco asked. “A Muggle bus ticket? A pebble? Why did you keep all this stuff?”

Harry smiled. “The beer we shared on our first date. The bus ticket is from the Saturday we visited Regent’s Park. The stone is from Brighton beach. It’s my museum of us, Draco.”  

For @domaystic, prompt: finding a old object.

269 notes - Posted May 2, 2022

#4

Husband.

Whenever a person recognised Draco for the man he was, a brilliant flare of exultation bubbled inside him.

Draco felt it when his assistants called him Mr Malfoy. Draco felt it when Madam Malkin called him Sir. Teddy telling Draco he was the cleverest wizard in London made him glow. Every he and every him sparked a deep jolt of pride.

Nevertheless, if Draco were really pushed, he’d have to make a confession.

The finest, most euphoric feeling of all arose whenever Harry smiled, and brought up Draco’s hand to kiss his wedding ring. 

Husband was engraved deep into the gold, but even more deeply into Draco’s soul.

🌹🌹

Based on the @drarrymicrofic prompt of: euphoria.

Have a great week xxxxx

276 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

#3

Far Too Handsome.

Draco watched his husband from across their bed. Merlin, but a herd of pillaging hippogriffs wouldn’t rouse him. 

Harry's hair, after a night's sleep, was unruly and stuck out in every direction. His face squashed into the pillow, mouth hanging open ever-so-slightly. The tiniest spot of drool had leaked from the corner of his mouth onto his stubbly chin.

Snoring gently, Harry's chest rose and fell inside a faded Sleekeazy’s tee-shirt that had seen better days.

One green eye flickered open. “Can’t sleep with you staring,” Harry smiled.

“You’re far too handsome for me to avert my eyes,” Draco countered. 

❤

317 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

#2

Two Lists, As Requested By My Mind Healer.

List of things that I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, enjoy:

~ Earl grey tea. Freshly brewed leaves only, and not too stewed. Please, not those ludicrous Muggle teabags.

~ The scent of freshly starched shirts and how the collars feel against my skin.

~ Being prepared. Fail to prepare, prepare to fail (and other such clichés my governess imparted onto me.)

~ The Arrows being top of the Quidditch League and the look on Weasley’s face when reminded of this very pertinent fact.

~ Cracking the spine on a new paperback. Pansy calls this habit cretinous, but personally I’d rather my books looked like they’d been read.

~ Mum’s expression, just before she’s about to tell me a particularly scandalous piece of gossip.

~ Riding my Firebolt. That first kick away from the earth. I’ve been flying since I was six, and it still gets me every single time.

~ Dancing. In a nightclub with sickly cocktails, loosening my inhibitions, or at one of Mum’s evening soirées. It doesn’t matter. I simply adore the feeling of being lost inside the music.

~ Petting my Kneazle, Felicity. Categorically, the most beautiful girl in the world, and I won’t be persuaded otherwise.

~ Sex. An entry that rather speaks for itself.

~ Getting up early and running though London before the rest of the world has woken up.

~ Magic. Yes, perhaps a bit of a prosaic answer for a wizard, but there we are. I love the feeling of magic pulsing through my blood, love the gasp of breath you pull into your lungs the moment you cast a spell. It’s as important a part of me as my beating heart.

List of things that I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, detest:

~ Making lists.

~ Father’s letters from Azkaban. They put me in a dark place for days afterwards. When I burn them, I feel guilty, and when I keep them, I dwell on them. They make me feel like the worst version of myself.

~ Not exercising. Usually occurs in combination with the point made above.

~ Migraines. Nothing much helps when one arrives. I’ve tried the most renowned potions and even Muggle pills. Nothing shifts them.

~ The Prophet. Their vile excuse for journalism is the biggest joke in the magical world.

~ The slow pace of magical law making. Merlin’s bloody beard! It shouldn’t take three years for legislation to be discussed and voted on.

~ Whenever the Arrows lose to the Canons. Weasley always pulls that ruddy smirk of his.

~ The food in the Ministry canteen. Bloody hell, but it's dreadful. You could resole your boots with a slice of their Treacle Tart.

~ Tepid mugs of tea. Disgusting. They never taste right after casting a re-warming charm.

~ Wearing long sleeves on hot days.

~ Howlers.

~ I hate the way that Harry Potter glances in my direction. He does it all the time. He thinks that I don’t notice, but I do. Potter thinks he understands me, and that he’s got me all figured out. He’s wrong. I’m more than just the smart cut of my robes and my charm-tidied hair. I’m more than my childhood and the lies that I listened to because I didn’t know any better.

I’m not foolish. I know how I must appear to Potter. He believes me to be polished elegance skating over the dirt, rubbish and tattoo ink beneath. We talk sometimes, Potter and I. We swap small pleasantries, and I hear the hesitation in his voice. I hear him waiting for me to be cruel.

Part of me wants to tell Potter that I don't care, that it doesn't matter to me that I'm no longer any of his business.

Except, sometimes, occasionally, I see his bright twist of smile or I catch the tail end of his green-eyed glimpses.

See the full post

318 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Just so you know:

A fic doesn't have to be featured on a rec blog to be beautiful.

A fic doesn't have to have fanart to be beautiful.

A fic doesn't have to be bound to be beautiful.

Its mere existence makes it beautiful.

328 notes - Posted July 26, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[mymadmedleyw]

Fic-writing year-review for 2022- Alice version

Penner did a similar one and it inspired me to make one too, because it is fun to collect everything.

(I'm tired right now to develop it, but give me a day to heal from New Year's Eve and this entry will be shiny and contain some proper details about the fics too - also the link for those.)

Notes:

Green and Gold (GG) is a series of short-fics in what Dan and Dani lives together, try to find their place in normal daily life and meanwhile attempting to exist as siblings (of course neither of these works as easy as it sounds)

DA AU, called 'fate written in the sky' series, is also an au when both of them are hybrids. FYI, a female!PD au. My current obsession, I love exploring them.

January:

(in that month I finished in the university and while didn't post the fic in what I worked off my overall stress, I wrote some chapters for a once-coming DarkGray long-fic from what actually the Valentine one came - can't tell the exact word count I wrote)

February (6.650 words):

- Sailor, 6.650 words (part of a once-happening long-fic DarkGray concept; partly inspired by @ghost-pasta's DP Valentine prompts)

March (12.376 words):

- On The Line, 1.213 words (part of GG series)

- Two Side Of A Dream Coming True, 7.032 words (GG series; Dani grows fangs and her brother tries to help her; made for Side Hoes Week)

- Change in The Core of Heart - Chapter1, 4.131 words (GG; Side Hoes Week - Angela)

April (2.836 words):

- Not Him, 2.836 words (allowed to write and inspired by @dp-marvel94's take on a prompt)

May (15.474 words):

- Dani's First Mother's Day, 1.756 words (part of GG series; made for Mothers' Day)

- Bits Of The Past (collection of missed scenes from WTPH) - Chapter14, 5.544 words

- My family, my brother, 8.174 words (GG; made for DannyMay and DoMaystic event)

June (14.151 words):

- stars align - Chapter1 (DA), see entire word count in September (introduction of Astra)

- There Is An Exception To Every Rule - Chapter1-3 (GG), altogether with Chapter4 in July: 14,151 words (heavy talks within the siblings about old scars, connection to Vlad and so on, I just love it)

July (3.346 words):

- Maybe Not Just A Coincidence, 2.494 words (GG)

- Benefits of school detention, 852 words (related to Bang fic; Danielle Masters AU)

August (40.542 words):

- Bits Of The Past (collection of missed scenes from WTPH) - Chapter15, 3.007 words

- Snapshot, 3.949 words (GG)

- Down The Rabbit Hole, 33.586 words (made for Big Bang; parallel words, Danielle Masters AU)

September (13.630 words):

- gathering clouds, 5.419 words (DA)

- stars align - Chapter2, altogether word count: 5.468 words (DA)

- quarter to midnight, 2.733 words (made for Shiptember) (DA)

October (10.972 words):

- turning gears - Chapter1 (DA), w.c. see: November

- (un)defined by time, 5.610 words (made for Ectoberhaunt) (DA)

- eye of the god - Chapter1 (DA), 1.162 words

- one of a kind - Chapter1 (DA), 1.759 words (made for Ectoberhaunt)

- the worst beneath the legendary facade, 2.441 words (DA)

November (21.219 words):

- thorn of the dead rose, 1.233 words (DA)

- turning gears - Chapter2&3 (DA), word count altogether: 14.280 words (made for Ectoberhaunt)

- broken fate - Chapter1 (DA), 4.503 words

- death and death again, clockwise - Chapter1, 1.203 words (new, yet undefined au)

December (32.928 words):

- What The Past Holds - Chapter20, 21.966 words

- in her service, 1.544 words (DA)

- knight to serve his king, 9.418 words (DA)

Written-shared words on ao3 in 2022: 174.124 words (I didn't count the ones that are in docs, half-done but not shared yet, nor the DP Holiday Truce fic)

Conclusion: I saved a lot of money, because surely writing doesn't cost a penny, while going instead to handle mental problems through a therapist would have cost a lot otherwise xD But seriously, I might have a problem... It is nearly insane to write this lot.

[imakemywings]

doriath brunch since I've been informed I would not want to be in attendance?

WIP Sharing

sdkjngjbk well I won't speak for you...only that you should expect shenanigans. And ants.

This was one I started last year for Domaystic 2022 (and have now also failed to finish for Domaystic 2023 :')). The prompt was "Sunday brunch" and the idea was Aegnor and Finrod having brunch with Doriath's royal family. Except Doriath's royal family and adjacent attendants are all a bunch of weirdos.

Melian and Luthien aren't even there, but there is a big bird Thingol keeps sharing food with. Daeron is laying around the windows playing an unidentifiable string instrument. There are bugs on the table. When Melian does show up she keeps putting more food on people's plates because she knows that the Children need to eat uwu Luthien also turns up late, and comes in through a window (and scares the minstrel doing it) and immediately starts interrogating her cousins about the wildlife they saw on their trip in. Melian and Thingol keep looking at each other like 😍 with no provocation. Melian also keeps feeding him fruit.

all in all it's a very unremarkable brunch as far as Menegroth is concerned.

[kalira]

Fandom Year in Review (2022)

It’s the very last day of 2022, and that means it’s time for a little look back at my fandom year in writing (and podficcing, events, etc.) once again! Then I’ll get back to writing before midnight, along with setting some goals and plans for 2023, of course. ;)

I posted 163 new stories to AO3 this year!

(Startlingly, as I had entirely forgotten, I also posted exactly 163 new stories to AO3 in 2021! o.o)

Those 163 stories were for 17 fandoms, 3 of them new for me to be posting for, and 50 ships! (18 of those ships were new.)

I posted a total of 377,979 words to AO3 this year!

I participated in 8 fandom events, with a total of 73 stories! Those events include:

Iruka Winter Bingo 2021-2022 (server event, @the-umino-hours) the Three Sentence Ficathon, over on Dreamwidth (moving to its own community for next year!) @harunosakuraweek @domaystic @badthingshappenbingo, which I will continue working on my board for @kakashiweek @whumptober, for which I wrote only minifics this year NejiHina Week (run by @nejihinata)

(And I don’t count my personal project the Valentine’s Spectacular in this list.)

I also ran 3 events - @harunosakuraweek in its second year and @kakashiweek in its third, as well as the second year of Iruka Winter Bingo!

~

In those new stories I added 5 new minific collections:

Labyrinth - gen Labyrinth - Jareth/Sarah Labyrinth - Jareth/Toby Naruto - KakaShisui Tiger & Bunny - Keith/Agnes

247 minifics posted this year, to my now 22 collections of sme, account for 67,807 words of my total.

Minific breakdown:

Avatar: the Last Airbender~ ❧Zuko/Sokka ~ 2 minifics

Castlevania~ ❧9 minifics

Kamisama Kiss~ ❧33 minifics

Labyrinth~ ❧gen ~ 18 minifics ❧Jareth/Sarah ~ 7 minifics ❧Jareth/Toby ~ 2 minifics

Naruto~ ❧HashiIzu ~ 9 minifics ❧HashiMito ~ 1 minific ❧HashiMitoIzu ~ 3 minifics ❧KakaIru ~ 1 minific ❧KakaSaku ~ 17 minifics ❧KakaShisui ~ 26 minifics ❧MadaTobi ~ 60 minifics ❧SakuOro ~ 36 minifics

SK8~ ❧MatchaBlossom ~ 6 minifics

Tiger & Bunny~ ❧Keith/Agnes ~ 17 minifics

~

I posted 3 new podfics this year, totalling 26.5 minutes!

(I was unable to podfic - recording or editing - for most of the year, and still am; hopefully that will be resolved soon. . .)

All 3 were my own work.

Podfic fandom & ship breakdown:

Kagen no Tsuki ❧Adam/Mizuki ~ 1

Naruto ❧gen ~ 1 ❧NejiHina ~ 1

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Fandom & Ship Breakdown:

Castlevania ~ 1 story ❧Alucard/Trevor ~ 1 story

CATS ~ 1 story ❧Tugger/Misto ~ 1 story

Hikaru no Go ~ 1 story ❧gen ~ 1 story

Inu-Yasha ~ 1 story ❧Sesshoumaru/Kagome ~ 1 story

Labyrinth ~ 3 stories ❧gen ~ 1 story ❧Jareth/Sarah ~ 1 story ❧Jareth/Toby ~ 1 story

Marginal Prince ~ 2 stories ❧Angel/Mikhail ~ 1 story ❧Joshua/Yuuta ~ 1 story

MCU ~ 1 story ❧Thor/Loki ~ 1 story

Moon Child ~ 8 stories ❧gen ~ 7 stories ❧Kei/Sho ~ 1 story

Naruto ~ 75 stories ❧gen ~ 15 stories ❧Gai/Iruka ~ 5 stories ❧Haruya (OC)/Iruka ~ 1 story ❧Hashirama/Mito ~ 1 story ❧Hashirama/Izuna ~ 1 story ❧Ino/Sakura ~ 1 story ❧Jiraiya/Orochimaru/Tsunade (Sannin OT3) ~ 1 story ❧Kakashi/Gai ~ 2 stories ❧Kakashi/Iruka ~ 5 stories ❧Kakashi/Naruto ~ 1 story ❧Kakashi/Naruto/Sakura ~ 11 stories ❧Kakashi/Sakura ~ 1 story ❧Kakashi/Shikamaru ~ 1 story ❧Kakashi/Shisui ~ 7 stories ❧Kakashi/Tenzou ~ 2 stories ❧Kisame/Sakura ~ 1 story ❧Madara/Tobirama ~ 3 stories ❧Neji/Hinata ~ 6 stories ❧Rock Lee/Sakura ~ 3 stories ❧Sakumo/Orochimaru ~ 2 stories ❧Sasuke/Naruto/Sakura (Team 7 OT3) ~ 2 stories ❧Tobirama/Iruka ~ 3 stories

Promare ~ 1 story ❧Galo/Lio ~ 1 story

Sex Pistols ~ 32 stories ❧gen ~ 1 story ❧David/Maximillian ~ 1 story ❧Hidekuni/Noririn ~ 3 stories ❧Kunimasa/Manami ~ 1 story ❧Kunimasa/Manami/Noririn ~ 3 stories ❧Kunimasa/Noririn ~ 3 stories ❧Shinobu/Hidekuni ~ 4 stories ❧Yonekuni/Shiro ~ 19 stories

SK8 ~ 3 stories ❧Adam/Langa ~ 1 story ❧Joe/Cherry ~ 2 stories

Sky High ~ 2 stories ❧Warren/Will ~ 2 stories

Tiger & Bunny ~ 29 stories ❧gen ~ 4 stories ❧Keith/Agnes ~ 15 stories ❧Keith/Agnes/Ryan ~ 4 stories ❧Keith/Ryan ~ 3 stories ❧Kotetsu/Barnaby ~ 3 stories ❧Nathan/Antonio ~ 1 story ❧Ryan/Karina ~ 1 story

Tight-Rope ~ 1 story ❧Ryu/Nao ~ 1 story

Torchwood ~ 1 story ❧Owen/Ianto ~ 1 story

Underworld ~ 1 story ❧Lucian/Sonja ~ 1 story

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. . .and that’s my look back at my year in fandom (on AO3, at least)! I tried out some new things, fell into some very unexpected new things, rediscovered fondness for some old ones, and had a lot of fun!

Of course I’ve many more things in the works, as always, so keep an eye out - I’ll be back on AO3 next year, and I’m sure as heck not going anywhere!

Happy New Year!

~Kalira

[domaystic]

Here’s a masterlist of all the tags used in the blog. This is more a reference for me but if someone ever wants to go through the posts, this is a good start.

#domaystic : general tag for things like this one

#domaystic2022 : anything related to the event in 2022

#domaystic2023 : anything related to the event in 2023

#post about the event : general tag, usually for posts that have info or updates about the event

#answered asks : exactly what it says

#2022day1, #2022day2, etc : if you want to find what/who wrote for a particular prompt you can type it in this format

#2023day1, #2023day2, etc : same as above

#2022extraA, #2022extraB, #2022extraC, #2022extraD, #2022extraE : same format

#2023extraA, #2023extraB, #2023extraC, #2023extraD, #2023extraE : same

#2024peoplen1, #2024peoplen2, #2024peoplen3, #2024peoplen4, #2024peoplen5, etc. until 10 - list on the left, blue list with numbers, professions 

#2024thingsnA, #2024thingsnB, #2024thingsnC, #2024thingsnD, #2024thingsnE, etc. until J - list in the middle, orange list with letters, everyday things

#2024generalnI, #2024generalnII, #2024generalnIII, #2024generalnIV, #2024generalnV, etc. until X - list on the right, pink list with roman numbers, general stuff

+ #2024freechoice

+ #2024 triplet :  a fill using a prompts from each list

#d long post : this will be eventually used if long posts will appear (I gave it a more specific name in case people wants to block/hide it?)

#oc : original content

#sfw : safe for work reblogs

#nsfw : not safe for work reblogs

#[trigger] tw : reblogs with triggers

#2022 all days : for reblogs of a post that has all 31 days/prompts

#2023 all days : same

#2024 all prompts :  same

#tag: masterpost : for reblogs of a post with a summary of all filled prompts 

#tag: more content : (idk how to define this, more stuff from participants lol)

#(insertlanguage) : for posts in that other language, ex. (german), (spanish), (italian), (french)

From desktop there’s a “Tags” link on the header with the same stuff written in this post.

[queuebird]

15. allergy

E, Hannibal, Will/Hannibal, ~400 words

For day 15 of Domaystic 2022

Warning: dubious consent

Will sneezes just as he enters Hannibal’s office.

“Have you been outside? The pollen is unbelievable,” he says.

…

Hannibal is not sure how it happened, but Will is currently sweating, moaning, and grinding down on the chair like a bitch in heat.

“I’m sorry—Hannibal, please,” Will gasps, then squeezes his eyes shut.

Hannibal weighs the merits of his options.

Though Will may not technically be his patient, he is still a trusted figure of authority in Will’s life—arguably the only one. Will has learned he can come to Hannibal for anything, and Hannibal is loath to do anything to jeopardize this status.

On the other hand, he has been aching for a taste of Will’s skin since they first discussed taste, and he’s not sure when another opportunity like this one will arise. Hannibal is, after all, only human.

He makes his decision.

…

Hannibal presses down on Will’s back, pushing him further into Hannibal's desk, and Will lets out a whimper.

Hannibal fucks into him, the desk shifting under them, Will's ass pinking under his ministrations.

"More," Will grunts. "Harder."

Hannibal slides a hand into Will's hair and pushes his head into the pile of papers. Hannibal watches saliva slide out of Will's mouth onto a copy of a paper by a psychiatrist Hannibal detests.

"Yes," Will pants. "Yes, like that. Fuck."

Hannibal leans down and licks up Will's spine, then reaches around to stroke his cock.

"You are a divine being," he murmurs into Will's ear before he bites at the lobe, and Will moans loud, a hand coming up to touch Hannibal's head.

Will's orgasm takes them both by surprise, and when he clenches Hannibal swears and comes too.

"Ugh, God," Will says, slumping onto the desk.

Hannibal pulls out, stroking a hand down Will's sweat-damp back as he does. He tosses the condom and neatens himself and Will the best he can with tissues.

Hannibal pulls on his pants and settles back into his seat. At the sound, Will's head comes up. Hannibal can almost see the apology forming in his head from the shy downward cast of his eyes, the nervous clench of his hands.

Hannibal gestures to the seat across. "Let us return," he says.

Will opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again, then just sighs.

"Alright," he says.