#event: new years

[aidairoarchivetwo]

Happy new year! Please support Hanako-kun in 2019 too. We’ve prepared a Hanako-kun fortune teller to celebrate the new year, so do give it a go

JIBAKU SHOUNEN HANAKO-KUN 2019 New Year’s 4th Anniversary(ish) Fortunes KOU & TIARA: Medium blessing – Chance of winning a fight is 50% SAKURA: Blessing – Be able to brew tea beautifully TSUKASA: Great blessing – Don��t worry about what’s inside TSUCHIGOMORI (A quiet new year): Curse – Be dragged into all sorts of things NENE: Great blessing – Have divine protections from the gods HANAKO-KUN: Great curse – Discuss things with those around you

[divinesayer]

i'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new years day

series: yugioh 5ds ship: yusei fudo/jack atlas rating: T tags: implied sexual content, fem!jack atlas, butch he/him lesbian yusei fudo, new years eve, marriage proposal notes (sorry i was rambling this time): this is my 100th 5ds fic on this account, and the end of... well, a totally crazy year. i think i've quadrupled my fic count this year (around about anyway), and i've refound such a passion for yugioh 5ds that i honestly thought i had lost forever. what a year! thank you to everyone who's read any of my works or supported me via kudos/comments/bookmarks. it means the world, and i mean that. i've got a lot of plans for 2025, so here's to an exciting year of insane 5ds fics!

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He hadn’t expected her to bring it up herself one Sunday morning.

It had started when they were both young: a promise to take Jack’s hand in marriage one day. Yusei’s hand tight in hers as she tugged him around, a wide smile on her lips.

“I’d be honoured to be your wife someday, Yusei,” She had told him over a cup of ramen, and he had felt his heart explode in his chest. It didn’t matter that everyone else around him thought it was ridiculous – of course girls couldn’t marry each other – Yusei would find a way.

He wasn’t sure when her opinion changed, but the topic came up one evening, back when she still lingered around Yusei and his friends – she scoffed at the word, rolling her eyes as her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“Really never gonna?” He remembered Rally asking, watching her with wide eyes.

She turned her head away, ponytail tracking in the air. “Why the hell would I waste my time with it?” Yusei watched her leave a moment later, unaware she had pierced his heart with a dagger, leaving the dying muscle to spurt blood everywhere. Little did he know she would finish the job only a few weeks later.

When they met back up, two years older and with many more scars on their bodies and souls, Yusei didn’t dare to ask what her thoughts were. It didn’t matter how she looked at him, fluttering those long lashes with a smirk, leaning down to box Yusei into smaller and smaller spaces until he had no choice but to kiss her.

Even after becoming girlfriends, he still felt reluctant to touch the topic. He knew that he would always wish to be her wife – if she still had no interest, it would be the nail in the coffin, and he imagined their budding relationship dying like a plant in the snow.

No, it was much easier to avoid it entirely.

He hadn’t expected her to bring it up herself one Sunday morning. She sat perched by him at the table, stirring her coffee absently as the familiar tunes of her favourite album filled the air, her voice occasionally harmonising with the words, though he couldn’t understand what was being said.

He sighed, content, leaning back in his chair as his eyes closed. And that was when Jack struck.

“You know,” She began slowly, and he initially mistook the cadence in her voice for desire, one eye opening to watch her, “I hope you’ll make me a Fudo someday.”

Yusei sat silent for a moment, staring at her with wide eyes; it was only when they began to sting, tears blurring his vision, that he blinked, and she panicked.

“Shit, did I say something wrong?” Jack rose from her chair before he could respond, arms flung around him, pulling him close. “Sorry, I just…”

He shook his head, burying his face into the soft fabric of her – or was it his? – hoodie. “You just made me the happiest girl on Earth.” His voice was muffled, half from wavering and half from nuzzling his face further against her chest.

When she laughed, relieved, light and airy, her grip relaxed. “Well, thank God for that.”

A year later, and Yusei hadn’t forgotten.  While twisted up in their bedsheets, she promised eternity to him, and he swore it against her body. Each night, laying in the afterglow, he considered just asking her, the words dancing on the tip of his tongue as his fingers traced prayers along her spine.

But he couldn’t – he had to make it special.

The ring burned in his pocket, each movement stabbing a corner into his hip, a constant reminder that he couldn’t back out of this. He had set an internal deadline – by New Years – and the cut-off was looming at him, a large clock ticking the seconds down. Sure, she wouldn’t know any different if he asked after, but…

He had spent so long wanting to marry Jack Atlas. He was tired of beginning the speech and backing out. How she was unaware of what he was trying to do, Yusei would never know (but he was relieved for it all the same).

They had stood by the waterfront for a while on their walk home, and for a fleeting moment, he thought he had gained the courage, but it dissipated as quickly as it came when someone walked past behind them.

She hadn’t noticed anything, gripping his hand a little tighter, whispering, “Isn’t it pretty?”

Yusei hadn’t even looked over the waters, but he replied, breathless, “Yeah.”

By the time they returned to their apartment, it was already 11:50pm. He kicked his shoes off, watching as she did the same, sighing in great relief as she freed herself from her heels.

Jack was the first to step away from the entryway, shuffling her slippers along the hardwood floor as she made a beeline for the kitchen. “I’m opening the wine – the bells’ll be soon.” She spun around, a smile painted in shades of red across her lips. “Whiskey, yeah? Neat?”

“Please,” He replied softly, watching as her skirt flounced as she turned back round, disappearing behind the door for a few moments – she was humming again, something he had grown accustomed to. It was a tune he was unfamiliar with, but his heart swelled all the same.

When she stepped back into the living room with their drinks, he was already on one knee, the small box in his hand – a purple sapphire shone back at her, twinkling under the overhead lights.

“Will you—” was all Yusei managed before Jack’s hands failed her, both glasses smashing against the floor, spilling alcohol everywhere. Her eyes were wide, unblinking, and he wondered for a second if this was how Jack felt that one Sunday morning.

When she finally blinked, she was smiling, stepping closer gingerly, relieved at the lack of a crunch under her step. His other hand held hers, tight, and she nodded, silently encouraging him to finish.

“Will you marry me, Jack Atlas?” His words were shaky, nerves getting the better of him despite knowing the answer to the question.

“I will, Yusei Fudo,” She replied without a second of hesitation, tugging him upwards a moment later. “Make me Mrs. Fudo.” It was only when he put the ring on her finger that he realised – Jack was trembling too.

Yusei captured her lips in a kiss, the world fading away under their feet. He knew they would have to clean the drinks up from the floor, sweep away the glass before either of them hurt themselves on it, pour new ones.

All of that could wait.

As she pulled away, amethyst eyes shining, the fireworks outside began. A brief check of the time on his phone told him why: 12:00am 1st January. “Happy New Years, baby.”

“Happy New Years, my love,” she mumbled against his lips, pulling him ever closer.

[egophiliac]

still rolling around on the ground over the contrast between Jack and Mal. it's so...🤌🤌🤌

[aphel1on]

AuDHD is so funny sometimes like what do you mean my hyperfixations/special interests will last for years on end or possibly forever but they will cycle out every month or two with absolutely no transitional period or warning. like i will think about the same topic every day obsessively for 46 days in a row and on the 47th day with no visible cause adhd brain goes "ok! bored of that now" and autism brain goes "dw i got something queued up for ya" and i blast into full blown obsession on some other topic whose mental file folders haven't opened in 9 months. brain's out here treating hyperfixations like a crop rotation. once the dopamine runs out it cycles in another one but once something's in the rotation it never ever leaves. last summer we brought in one from when i was 11. it's so funny to me but frustrating too bc like. i cannot stress enough my inability to predict or control this. or how completely abrupt and random it can be

[0ssianic]

[anbaisai]

ace you can't just ask something like that

[nataliavega]

Nat was more than happy to leave the theorizing behind them. Talking about it felt like therapy ...for a time. And then she'd remember this was real life and it was tangled, and messy, and it made very little sense. Maybe Nat was only good at guessing plots in a book, when she was handed everything she needed on a silver platter. Maybe this didn't need to have rhyme or reason behind it. Maybe it was just this big, awful thing that they'd all gotten themselves mixed up in, and that's just the way it was.

But then Ollie pulled out a camera and a devilish grin lit up Nat's face with a laugh. There was little more that she loved than being in front of a camera. She stepped toward the snowman to admire their work, turning back to Ollie to make a face at the camera. And then she faced the snowman again, dramatically winding up her punch before she let it fly.

Her fist sank easily into the packed snow. It gave way easily beneath her punch, but there was just enough behind it to be satisfying. Exhilaration raced through her like a second heartbeat and she let out a wild laugh as she attacked it again. Cheeks flushed, she turned back to Ollie and waved him over. "Come get some of this!"

It was a silly thing; two kids stomping a snowman back into the ground and cackling like fiends. But damn if it wasn't exactly what she'd needed.

end.

"It does make sense," Ollie said, nodding his head. He was sure the more they thought about it the more holes there would be in that theory as well. That they were just trying to make sense of something nonsensical. Or at least something they didn't have all the information for. Yes, G could be absolutely crazy, or at least human, and have completely veered off the path of what they wanted. Or maybe a very Joker wanting to watch the world burn type of person. But they just didn't have a bead on them. Everything G released was, obviously, not about themselves but about Greer. Of course. He wondered if he was so caught up on G, especially after what they had done to Sam, that he'd started to miss the Greer point of it all. Sometimes he felt like that… But how was he supposed to let any of what they had done go? He just couldn't.

Ollie laughed, smoothing out a few lumpy bits on the balls as they were stacked on top of each other and pulled back. "Ladies first, of course," he said, motioning for Nat to take the first swing. "Oh wait!" He said, a moment after. "Hang on." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and swiped the camera on. "Something for the memory books." It was important to keep track of the good memories. Last year at this time he was getting a tattoo from Link, and that was still… something he had fondness for. But this seemed like a much less complicated memory to keep of the night. "Alright. Knock it's ass out!"

[shiningleekki]

I saw some people wishing infinity nikki had a doll joints skin, then I remembered that shining nikki has a bjd skin, and I have that, so I recreated the doll from the 1.3 preview in shining nikki 👻

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[aidairoarchivetwo]

お正月祭3日目！ この小鳥の名前は八尋寧々さん曰くブルーフェニックスだそうです。

It's the third day of the New Year's Festival! According to Yashiro Nene, the name of this little bird is Blue Phoenix.

Date and Time:  9:02 AM · Jan 2, 2017

[nataliavega]

The moment the words were out of her mouth, Nat wished she could take them back. What did she expect? That if Cara was somehow involved in her sister's disappearance that she would show her these texts and Cara would confess all of her sins and beg for forgiveness? Absolutely not. If anything, she'd double down, feel cornered, and take it out on Nat.

Her frozen silence lasted just a moment too long before Nat scrambled for some kind of lie that made any sort of sense. "They're probably gone by now," said Nat. "In the bathroom, I heard some girls... talking about Greer. And you. Something about favors? I don't really know, I left before they could catch me eavesdropping."

Cara turned her gaze towards Nat, heavily mascaraed lashes lowered as she narrowed her eyes for a moment. "What?" she asked, a hint of impatience in her tone as her lower lip jutted out, a pout crossing her face. In her experience, anything that was prefaced in such a way was not going to be something she liked (to be fair, Cara rarely liked things as it was), and she certainly didn't trust Nat to be the one to make that any different.

[rocketbirdie]

i don't want to lose you. i don't want to lose this

[toadlessgirl]

So I guess the universe decided we're not doing subtle metaphors anymore in 2025.

[fanfic-reading-challenge]

The 2025 Fanfic Reading Challenge

Welcome to another year of the Fanfic Reading Challenge (FRC)!

I won't bore you with the history of the challenge, this year, but I will welcome you to check out past posts that do explain some of it, as well as include a brief overview of what, exactly, this challenge is, though it does change year to year. (Essentially you read fics to complete goals and win bragging points and an artsy badge.)

This year is especially different, as I had the extreme pleasure of having @noxsoulmate as a partner in crime in keeping me hostage on track to completing this year's FRC. Another valued member of the mod team is @jandjsalmon and speaks for all of us if you need questions answered!

As for the challenge....

This is, indeed, a challenge. Of course.

First of all... you must obviously read fanfiction. As if you don't already!

You also need to download and make your own copy of the spreadsheet, which can be found here, as well as below in the important links section.

To participate in the challenge, you read fics that match the tasks in the challenge. An example of a task can be: "read a fic with a title containing the word purple in it." Should be easy! Of course, there are harder ones.

Which is why there are different modes of challenge to the FRC. These are as follows:

Participation (Complete 1 task)

Regular Mode (Complete 80 tasks)

Hard Mode (Complete 150 tasks)

Extreme Mode (Complete 220 tasks)

Complete (Complete 250 tasks)

The challenge lasts from January 1st, 2025, to December 31st, 2025.

There are badges that go with the modes completed, and even a secret 6th badge that will be fairly obvious if you look at the spreadsheet! Doesn't mean it'll be easy to complete though. *smirks* (Blame Noxy)

Most important of all: this challenge operates on the honour system. We don't check your work, or your reading logs (see below), so I mean, I guess if you want to be slippery with the rules, you do you, and that's on your conscience, but honestly it's so much fun to see how much you can get done by following the letter of the law/tasks! You can be slippery even with following the tasks fully. It's great fun. ;D

I think that's enough for an intro, really, maybe too much.

Important Links and Reading Logs/Trackers

As there is a component of the FRC that includes tracking numbers of words read, most of us use a reading log/tracker to keep count of how many fics we read, including data such as words, of course, chapters, month completed, ship, author, title, fandom, link to the fic, and such. It's a great place to mark what fics you want to read in the future as well!

This year we have FOUR trackers on offer, quite different from one another, so take a look, play around with them and check out their "intros", and choose according to what you think will work best for you!

Fic Tracking Sheets

Juulna's 2025 Reading Log

Noxy's 2025 Reading Log

2025 Jandy's Fic Tracker

Taru's Fic Tracker 2025

Discord

We have a blast on Discord. From general chatter to sharing pet pics to being there for each other during the tough times to forming lasting friendships and making friendships you’d never make in a ship- or fandom-specific Discord, to asking for help ‘rolling the dice’ (pick a number between 1-10!) to choose the next fic to read, to finding some of the really challenging task fills in fandoms people might not have ever read but are willing to try, or finding fandoms someone has never read and is very tentative about stepping out of their box, but they’re being 100% supported and know they don’t need to complete the fic for it to count for the task, stepping out of their comfort zone… we’ve formed a very odd group of, if not friends, then companions (but there are definite friendships that have formed!! Just ask the people who have started watching NHL and NFL together in our off topic channel!).

In any case, our Discord is not necessary, but it is a worthy and tactical element to completing many of the tasks of this challenge. 💙

And.... without further ado....!

The 2025 Fanfic Reading Challenge! (link)

There is an info/rules page as the first sheet on the spreadsheet that should fill in any further questions you have. It also has more contact info than just this page if you have any further questions and perhaps need a more immediate answer for your needs.

*Occasionally you will run into something that looks like an error, and it may in fact be one! Let us know if you see it. It's hard not to make a mistake on as large a spreadsheet as this.*

Please, first of all, have fun and just read fanfiction that you enjoy! I (Juulna) did that last year and didn't even come close to completing the entire challenge, and I still had a blast because I was enjoying what I was reading and rereading. Others took the challenge right to the completed end. Others forgot about it halfway through but still had fun, and some even went back and filled in the sheet for a really good showing! The challenge is what you make of it, what you want from it. So... just have fun. Read fic. Smile. Enjoy. :)

Second of all... well, we would love if you signal boost this post!!!!

Third of all, we do have our pinned post that includes a link to this page and that will include a link to our Discord and all our trackers as well, including past links for memento and informative purposes.

Thank you, and a blessed 2025 to all!

[chuluoyi]

3.0 festive blessing

[egophiliac]

so glad we finally get to see the clowns in their full clowny glory