#my fic: snowflake

[aringofsalt]

❄️ WELCOME TO SNOWFLAKE HOLLOW -> CHAPTER 1 ON AO3 ❄️

Eagerly, Buck hopped out of the car, grabbing his phone and wallet before heading towards the main door. As he drew close, a man came around the corner of the parking lot. He was tall, dressed in work jeans and boots and an honest-to-god red flannel jacket with a tool belt slung around his hips and an arm full of firewood, and he froze as he caught sight of Buck. "Uh, hi," Buck said, giving him a small wave as the man's piercing blue eyes narrowed at him. "Hey, you must be...Evan?" the man guessed.

Tommy is injured in 2005 and moves to Snowflake Hollow, Maine, after inheriting Pine Point Lodge from his great-uncle. Buck is injured in 2019 and decides to cross the country to get a bit of a break before he does something rash (like sue the department).

Did you want a sappy holiday rom-com? Cause you're getting a sappy holiday rom-com.

evan "buck" buckley/tommy kinard | m | 5.3k (chapter) / 18k (total)

[cutestkilla]

“You okay?”

I nod. “Just thinking.”

I’m still staring at Simon. His face. His lips. (I try not to think about his blood.)

“About what?”

Ah, fuck it.

We’re close enough already that all it takes is me bending down and placing a hand on his cheek. Simon’s heart skips a beat.

What do I really have left to lose?

I lean in and kiss him.

-Proof of Life, Book Three: Part 7

❄️Happy Secret Snowflake Exchange to @roomwithanopenfire!❄️

For art, your prompt was "go crazy" and I couldn't resist drawing this sweet, soft, Baz-kisses-Simon-first moment from your wonderful fic, which I loved very much. I hope you like it!

[pandapool]

Snowflakes In My Stomach When We’re Kissing Logan/Wade | 5,1K | Teen and Up

He looked over as Wade rambled on and let himself feel the warm tingles running down his spine. Fuck. Logan did his best to keep his face schooled in a neutral expression to not show any emotions outwardly. Which was hard, when a smile was tugging dangerously at the corner of his lips. Even harder, when he realized, he was tired of fighting those feelings.

OR

Despite being his emotionally constipated self, Logan can't help falling for Wade. There's matching pajamas and Mary Puppins (who Logan definitely does not care about) and somehow they figure it out in the end.

[its-all-papaya]

trick or treat🎃🎃

come trick or treating!!

I've been trying to change these up in terms of content type, so I was considering on the walk home what ideas I could throw at a wall that aren't just dad lando or other wip snippets, and i think... ballet dancer lando au??

This started as an anybody, nowhere AU dupe and became a hallmark christmas movie in my head REAL QUICK but hear me out:

lando as the principal at a ballet company. he is the best. he has achieved The Goal he's had since childhood. he is being paid to dance. ballet is crazy bc it's so comforting in its familiarity, the lines are all so cleanly drawn, there are rules and correct ways to do things, but it is also soooooooo mean to ur brain (ask me how i know). lando's self-critical ass would suffer similarly to how he has suffered in F1. it's such a balance between repetition and perfection... i could make something of that. i could crawl inside his brain i think. anyway, point is he's kind of burned out and questioning his life's direction and just going through the motions of his job.

oscar's sisters younger than they are irl (like 6, 8, and 14) and in the training school at lando's company. they are mice and/or cookies and/or party children and/or snowflakes in THE NUTCRACKER (hallmark movie, see?)

lando is the nutcracker prince, obviously. and all of the kids worship him when he starts coming to rehearsals with them in december, even when he's just kind of stretching existing blocking. like... he's so good and graceful and they all have crushes on him.

i think landoscar would meet OUTSIDE of ballet context (bar, coffee shop, whatever i invent as oscar's job) and start out flirty cute landoscar-y. lando finding joy in the novelty of him and the dry way he approaches things and tells things how they are, but not in the mean way his choreographers do. it's actually kind of funny. lando is charmed.

meanwhile, oscar's kid sisters chatting at oscar nONSTOP about how beautiful and perfect the nutcracker prince in their production is. he's so kind and SUCH a good dancer and they're absolutely in love with him.

but somehow on one side or the other, someone doesn't know lando's name. so oscar never makes the connection. until CHANCE ENCOUNTER where they put the pieces together. oscar picking up his sisters late bc his mum couldn't and finding lando waiting for them in the lobby, perhaps. giving cute little corrections the youngest one or feeding them extra snacks out of his bag bc it's past dinner. and oscar is like.... OH!!??

i think subplot where oscar's oldest sister is Going Through It as a snowflake and is like "i'm not good enough, i should quit" and lando helping her emotionally or through private lessons or both idk, i've only been thinking about this for like 25 minutes ever.

miracle of christmas ending where through oscar's younger sisters, lando rediscovers the beauty and fun and magic of dancing. and obviously landoscar kissing under some mistletoe or backstage or both or everywhere.

is this anything?? i might be able to bang it out by christmas if i go nose to grindstone and keep myself strictly under like 20k with it.

[watchandread02]

For the "Holidays with the Winchesters: A very Destiel Christmas Advent Calendar" by @archervale and @wormstacheangel

Day Three: Snowflakes

(This one got away from me, but those boys wanted to tell their story like this)

Dean can hear the gathered crowd shushing each other as the heavy doors at the top of the staircase open. He watches as his parents step up into the open doorway and are announced as ‘His Majesty King John of Winchester’ and ‘Her Majesty Queen Mary of Winchester’. Sammy looks back at him once and Dean gives him an encouraging nod, before he too is swallowed up by the brightly lit doorway. At last Dean himself steps forward and with one final deep breath he walks up to walk into the room. It takes him a second to adjust to the bright lights, while he hears himself be proclaimed as ‘the Crown Prince, Dean of Winchester’. Once the announcement is finished he starts to descend the staircase. While walking down he lets his eyes wander over the crowd, just aimlessly watching, until his eyes catch on a pair of blue eyes. He can’t seem to move on from that gaze, though his eyes briefly flicker to dark hair that seems to escape the neat style it was combed back into. Dean almost misses the last step, since he is so wrapped in the staring contest he seems to have gotten into with the stranger. He catches himself at the last moment, but he can hear the snort Sam tries to suppress.

Dean goes to stand on the left side of his mother and to the right of Sammy, who he shoves slightly with his shoulder. Mary gives them a disapproving glare, which stops a bigger tussle to break out between the two brothers.

John addresses the people, “We the Winchesters would like to welcome you all to this year's Snowflake Ball. We hope you enjoy yourselves! Let the festivities begin!”

“Boys, please behave yourselves and I would like you to at least dance with a few of the lovely girls or boys (she looks in Dean's direction at that) that we have invited. You took those lessons for a reason.” Their mother reminds Sam and Dean, before she and John get swallowed up by the large number of people.

Dean turns to Sam, “Hey, Sammy, are you going to ask Jess to dance? I know you have been eying her.”

Sam blushes to the roots of his hair, “It’s Sam, not Sammy. And you’re one to talk. Someone caught your eye so hard, you almost fell flat on your face.” Sam teases him back.

Dean can feel a flush start to creep up the back of his neck. He rubs at it as he mumbles out, “That was nothing.” He can see Sam’s grin start to grow and grumbles out, “Shut your face!”

Before Sam can retort, they are distracted by an energetic ball of red practically bouncing up to them, followed by a blonde haired girl, at a more meandering pace.

“Hey Samoose, handmaiden. How are you this fine evening?” Charlie says while she curtsies exaggeratedly. She looks absolutely stunning dressed in a Burgundy floor length gown.

Jo comes up to stand beside Charlie, dressed in a suit that matches Charlie’s in color. “Are you ever going to grow tired of talking like that?” she asks fondly.

“Probably not. But seriously how are you two?”

“Well Dean was just about to tell me-”

“That I would really like to dance with one of you. Charlie, will you give me this honor?” Dean interrupts his brother, before he can blurt out something no doubt very embarrassing.

Sam looks put out for a moment, before he says, “but mom said-”

“Mom said that we are supposed to dance with lovely ladies tonight and even though Char may be a raging lesbian in a committed relationship, that doesn’t make her less of a lovely lady.” Dean tells his brother, before he holds out his arm for Charlie to take, to lead her onto the dance floor.

They start to gently sway to the rhythm of the song being played by the string quartet.

“You know I don’t know how they do it, but your parents always seem to outdo the last Snowflake Ball.” Charlie comments.

Dean really takes in the room for the first time. Pretty much every surface is covered in snowflakes. There is a Christmas tree set up in one corner that is decorated with snowflake garlands and ornaments that have snowflakes painted on them. Giant glass snowflakes are hanging from the ceiling that shimmer in the soft light of the Ballroom. Dean even spies a buffet table that has all kinds of snowflake shaped food on it. He’ll definitely have to check that one out later.

“I mean they do hire planners to do all this. So I don’t know how much can actually be attributed to my parents to how good this looks.”

Charlie contemplates that for a moment before she says, “I guess you’re right. But it still does look very lovely.”

“So how are you and Jo doing? Everything alright with you two?” Dean asks.

“Yeah we are. You know we went out to din…” Charlie’s voice seems to trail off, as Dean catches sight of the pair of blue eyes that he got lost in earlier. They are locked into an intense staring match, until Dean is ripped out of it by Charlie snapping her fingers in front of his face. Dean reluctantly rips his eyes away from those blue depths, to bat Charlie’s hand out of his face.

“Were you even listening to me? What are you staring at?” Charlie turns to look at where Dean was looking. She seems to catch the face in the sea of people, since she spins around to face him again, with a shit eating grin on her face.

“Oooh someone caught your eye. You know he does have very lovely eyes.” Charlie teases him.

Dean can feel the heat creep back up his neck and up to his ears. Dammit those always give him away. Charlie seems to spot the reddening of his ears as well because her grin seems to get even bigger.

Charlie slaps him on the shoulder, “Dude you should totally go talk to him. I mean how long has it been, since you have been genuinely interested in someone?”

“No, no I can’t. He probably wouldn’t really like me anyway.” Dean denies quickly.

Charlie looks over his shoulder, “ Well he hasn’t stopped looking at you. Not even after we turned so you back is to him. He definitely seems to be enjoying looking at something.” Charlie wiggles her eyebrows suggestively at that last sentence.

When Dean turns his head to look back at the guy, he is unquestionably still staring at Dean, considering he immediately catches the guy's eyes. Before he can get lost in them again, he turns back to face Charlie, who is watching him smugly.

“You know I’m a little parched. Let’s go see what they have at the buffet table.” Dean grabs Charlie’s arm and pretty much pulls her off the dance floor with him. Charlie doesn’t protest, but she does send him a look that clearly says that this conversation isn’t over yet.

The night goes on with Dean dancing with a few more girls, some he knows and some who he doesn’t, but who are brave enough to ask him for a dance, and he isn’t so rude as to deny them. He talks with his friends and eats his fill at the dinner table. Sam gets the courage to ask Jess to dance and by the way the kid is grinning afterwards it went very well. Of course Dean teases him mercilessly for it. Their mom and dad seem to be pleased with the outcome of the night and send them encouraging looks throughout the night. And through it all Dean can feel those eyes following him. Sometimes he catches them from across the room and sometimes they are pretty much right in front of him. But something always appears to keep them apart, if one of them makes a move to approach the other. A few hours after the Ball started, Dean excuses himself to catch a bit of a break on one of the balconies and get some fresh air.

Dean leans on the railing and drifts off into his own thoughts. He thinks of those blue eyes. Maybe they really aren’t meant to be anything more than two passing ships, since there always seems to be something getting in the way. Damn, he doesn’t even really know the guy and his heart's already breaking a little at the thought of never getting to see him again. They haven’t even talked to each other yet, god dammit. And he’s already pining like a schoolgirl with her first crush.

Dean is startled out of his thoughts as a gravelly voice says from behind him. “Hello, would you mind if I join you?”

Dean turns to look at the person that asked the question. Only to meet the blue eyes of the guy that has been haunting his every thought this night.

Dean is too shocked to speak for a moment. The guy’s head tilts and he starts to open his mouth. But before he can, Dean blurts out, “No!”

The guy looks a bit dejected as he turns to leave, but Dean’s brain finally catches up with the situation and he reaches out to grab the guy’s arm.

“I meant no, as in I wouldn’t mind if you joined me. If you still want to, that is?” Dean asks hopefully.

The guy breaks into a brilliant grin that seems to make his eyes shimmer. And damn that makes his eyes even more beautiful. And those lips. Shit he really is a goner already, isn’t he. Dean tears his eyes away from those lips and looks up into those damn pools of blue.

“I would love that.” The guy replies. Shit. Dean didn’t really register that voice before, but damn. It sounds like the guy swallowed rocks. How can even his voice be hot?

While Dean was having his internal freakout the guy has moved to stand next to Dean, leaning against the railing.He should really ask for the guy’s name shouldn’t he? Instead of just referring to him as the guy, or as Charlie started to call him ‘hot blue eyed guy’.

Dean sticks out his hand and introduces himself, “Hey, I’m Dean.”

“I know.” Dean looks confused for a second, before the guy explains, “this is your family’s ball. You were introduced at the beginning. You do remember that, right?” The guy asks with a teasing lilt.

Dean can feel his cheeks heat up a bit, but maybe he can blame that on the cold. “Well since you already seem to know who I am. Do I get to know who I’m talking to?”

The guy tilts his head again. How is that cut? How can this guy be cute and hot at the same time?

“My name is Castiel Novak.”

“Wait, Novak. As in the neighbouring kingdom Novak?” Cas nods affirmingly. Wait, Cas? Did he just give the guy a nickname after only talking to him for like two minutes. He’ll have to make sure he doesn’t call him that aloud.

Cas elaborates, “more precisely the Crown Prince of Novak.”

“Well damn Cas, seems like you’ve been holding out on me the whole night.”

Cas tilts his head again, “Cas?”

Damn he hadn’t meant for that to slip out. Dean rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, sorry. I’m kind of a nickname guy. I can totally stop if it bothers you.”

“No. No, it doesn’t bother me. I actually quite like it. Just no one’s ever called me Cas before. My parents have always thought it of the highest importance that they only address me by my full name, as are the people of our kingdom. The only ones who have ever called me anything other than Castiel are my siblings. And I am not really fond of them calling me ‘Cassy’, but they are my siblings so I allow it.”

Dean looks at Cas with a soft smile, “well if you are really okay with it, I’ll keep calling you Cas.”

They just look at each other for a moment, before Cas speaks up again. “What did you mean, when you said I’ve been holding out on you the whole night?”

“Well you have been staring at me the whole night. I could feel your eyes follow me across the room, you know?” Dean teases lightly.

But apparently his teasing doesn’t really come across as Cas blushes and stares down at his shoes. “I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable with my staring, Dean. I just found you very mesmerizing.”

Dean steps in closer to lift up Cas’ chin. “There are those beautiful eyes.” Dean whispers and Cas’ blush gets even worse. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way. It did unerve me a bit, but I have been trying to talk to you all evening. There just always seemed to be something else getting in the way.”

“I mean we are completely alone out here. Would you like to dance with me, maybe?” Cas asks, holding out his hand, for Dean to take.

Dean grins and takes Cas’ hand. They settle into an easy swaying motion, moving to the beats of their hearts.

And while the party inside goes on, they are off in their own little world. They don’t even notice that the first snowflakes of the year start falling, as they share their first kiss. One which many more are to follow.

[freetobeeyouandme]

So very excited to finally be able to post my @aftgsecretsnowflake gift for the wonderful @sturmdunkel! I'm incredibly in love with this AU I came up with for your robot prompt, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it <3

Tags: T, Andrew/Neil, Alternative Universe – Sci Fi, Sci Fi AU, Robots and Androids, Robot AU, Aftg Secret Snowflake

Length: 10k

Summary:

Andrew Minyard has drawn his lot in life. Working a boring job as a gas station attendant by day and earning some extra cash fixing up whatever cyborgs and androids pass through the small town of Millport, Arizona was never his dream, but then men like Andrew don't have dreams. The money's good, and that's all that matters because he has a brother racking up student debt in med school. It also means that when a runaway android from the nation's most notorious tech company stumbles into his store, Andrew is forced to help him out to protect the investments he's already made. Or something like that. - Or, an Andreil Robot AU

Excerpt:

The smile turned into a grimace. “Right, right. Well, you see, my bike’s battery died, so I’ll need one of these...uh, can you recommend any?”

And Andrew should probably let him leave it at that. It wasn’t his business what his customers got up to, especially not the lying kind. But before Andrew could think better of it he asked: “How far out?”

“Some miles. Not too bad. An okay walk without the bike.” He shrugged.

And Andrew really should just let it be. Except this was the middle of nowhere in Arizona. The gas station’s address was nominally listed as Millport, but it was several miles out from the town that was really a few streets clustered around a church and a general store, it’s existence only excused by the fact that it sat along a major highway and the occasional passersby needed gas, food or a roof over their head. Dozens of miles of barren wasteland accompanied the highway to both sides of the gas station, offering no shade with which to protect against the aggressive, early summer sun.

Even inside the air conditioned shop Andrew could feel the heat press in, sweat collecting underneath the black armbands he wore with his T-shirt. In a few weeks it would be unbearable – yet there was no perspiration on the man’s pale skin. Or sunburn. His sluggish, odd behavior could be heatstroke. Andrew had seen that before, and the symptoms weren’t off. But his professional guess was a different one.

Without a word he stepped past the man, heading towards the coolers that lined the front of the shop. The man followed, then paused by the last row of shelves before the gap of the aisle, holding onto them for balance. His expression was confused, but Andrew delivered him an answer before he had time to ask. Grabbing a bottle of water, he tossed it at the man and then watched it bounce of his chest and drop to the floor. The man blinked, only understanding after the fact, and bent down carefully to pick it up.

It was supposed to be a simple test to prove Andrew’s theory correct: All commercial androids lacked an esophagus and the appropriate organs to imbibe and digest food and drink. After all, there was no point in such vanities, when the space inside the faux-human body could instead be used for more storage and better ventilation to help the machine exist. That the man wasn’t human Andrew had really no doubt about: He’d seen enough of them in his life to be able to tell the small differences in the way the machines moved and perceived the world, compared to humans.

But after slowly deciphering the label, the android made no excuse for itself. It simply uncapped the bottle and downed the entire thing in three large gulps.

Andrew let the freezer door fall shut, unable to tear his eyes away from the way the android’s throat moved as it drank. A shiver ran down his spine, and it had nothing to do with the cold that had escaped from the coolers: There was only one android manufacturer in the world whose machines could have passed this little test, and that meant this one was trouble. Not the kind they had been expecting, perhaps, but this million dollar investment in its filthy rags was broken. Andrew doubted it would make it out of the desert even with a solar charger to substitute for its busted battery, and if its body was found along the highway that would lead the wrong people right to Millport – and Kevin.

It was a risk Andrew couldn’t afford.

[read on Ao3]

[theicequeenwrites]

it's time for @aftgsecretsnowflake

my fic is for @ordei. the prompts were "chilling and hanging out" and "quiet moments" with neil/andrew and dan/matt, which i had tons of fun with.

summary:

Neil has reached his limit on keeping his feelings for Andrew a secret. Their cross country road trip during winter break was supposed to be the perfect time to confess, but Neil never managed to do it.

Now, in the face of being snowed into a cabin with only Dan and Matt for company with the rest of the Foxes stranded in South Carolina, can Neil keep the secret any longer? Especially when Dan, the only other person who knows about Neil's crush is there, pushing him to confess?

[therentyoupay]

for the jelsa pet name prompt: darling

(i THINK its a bit of a toughie not sure though YOU GOT THIS!!!)

Chapter 6: darling

Elsa, Guardian-in-training, comes to the realization that names are important to the Guardians: the names of their previous selves in their former lives; the namesake titles of their storybook tales; and—especially—the names they give each other. She just can’t understand how Jack can come up with so many nicknames within a single Christmas season. — In which Jack Frost really really really wants his new co-worker to warm up to him, one (revelation) (Memory) (incident) nickname at a time. Prompt: Written entirely according to and for the petname-requests submitted to my tumblr askbox. See details inside for this utter chaos.

[bignostalgias]

watching rtte after reading troas like where’s my favorite character

troas by @emerialyncodevenice

armor design by @twiafom

[valleynix]

so.

it’s currently 4:30am as i’m writing this, so i apologize if it doesn’t make a lot of sense or if i come across oddly.

i woke up about ten minutes ago to an email about another fic being inspired by TPtM. i don’t know if that person follows me or will see this, but the fic contents are not something i support.

it deals with a lot of explicit content around the daughters and what i consider to be borderline incest between them. i didn’t read the entire thing, but after skimming through a few paragraphs, that’s what i gathered from it.

i do not condone that in any way, shape, or form.

if TPtM itself has ever given the indication of being that way, i apologize, as it was never the intention.

and while i appreciate works inspired by my own, this is just not something i can back or condone.

thank you :) hope y’all are having a wonderful night

[aringofsalt]

❄️ WELCOME TO SNOWFLAKE HOLLOW -> CHAPTER 3 ON AO3 ❄️

Early December at Pine Point meant decorations, and lots of them. Usually, Tommy hired a kid from town to help him out; for the last few years, that had been Cindy's daughter, Ashley, but she was off at college. This year, he had Evan. Who had smiled when Tommy said there were a lot of decorations, like he thought Tommy was exaggerating, and then frozen in shock when he saw the storage room stocked to the brim. "Wow, okay, you weren't kidding," he said incredulously. "You literally have enough to decorate a small village." "Six cabins, eight guest rooms in the lodge, the main rooms of the lodge, the lane," Tommy ticked off the list on his fingers. "Oh, and the sign at the main road. And I usually put a garland or something on the sign in town, but that can wait until whenever I go to town next. So, yeah, basically a small village."

Tommy is injured in 2005 and moves to Snowflake Hollow, Maine, after inheriting Pine Point Lodge from his great-uncle. Buck is injured in 2019 and decides to cross the country to get a bit of a break before he does something rash (like sue the department).

Did you want a sappy holiday rom-com? Cause you're getting a sappy holiday rom-com.

evan "buck" buckley/tommy kinard | m | 6.6k (chapter) / 18k (total)

[bang-bang-gang]

just had a horrible idea i may need to be talked out of. with this bcc divorce fic idea i could do nanowrimo.

[starcrossedfates]

go on, taste my heart (you make me feel alive)

He studied the vampire before him. Kevin always looked a picture when he was feeding. But this? Kevin leaning over him, a hand at Aaron's hip, the other hand cradling his forearm as if it were worth something to cherish—all the while sporting an expression that carried the sweet hints of bliss and relief—made Aaron want to pull him in even closer; keep him there until Kevin was never left wanting again.

My @aftgsecretsnowflake gift for @kittkatattacks! I hope you enjoy! <3 Thanks so much for hosting!

Rating: T

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Pairing: Kevin Day/Aaron Minyard

Words: 2,185

[orange-peony]

Wolfstar + side jegulus I Explicit I 21k I modern AU, fluff and smut, demisexual Sirius, touch-starved Sirius, OCD, scars, body positivity, Sirius wears a skirt and eyeliner, dirty talk, first time, soft d/s vibes, smutty smut.

Summary: The first time Sirius meets Remus, it’s in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The second time they meet, it’s two weeks later. Two weeks that Sirius has spent thinking about green eyes and elbow patches and that charming smile that he wishes he had captured on camera, because he’s starting to forget it and it’s killing him.

A big thank you goes to my betas @tobeleftoutinthedark and @wecanthavenicethingx for their precious help and to @bubble-gumhead, @pato-roldnart and @avenueofesc for putting up with me, and telling me that I could get this fic done.

A massive thank you to the mods of @hpdrizzle for being wonderful and for organising this fest.

Read Snowflakes on AO3.

[cupcakesmoothie]

...So I may have went a little insane designing the MC from @psychopomp-enthusiast's Blade x Reader fic To Mourn The Living

Am I confident in my art skills? Lmao (No)

I am not rendering this (I did have an idea for the highlights but) it's 5 am oh god and if I don't go lie down right now I am not waking up tomorrow (Today at 8)

I tried to keep the design androgynous but well. Am Girl. So I am a little biased towards Reader being also Girl. I think I did ok tho

The first HSR fanart I've made and it's fanart of a fanfic. Typical me behaviour tbh

I did research for this for some reason like I stared really hard at a couple wiki tabs for a while (Haven't seen actual scales on either of our High Elders) and skimmed the fic again. The scales were specified to be silver?

While doing the aforementioned research I think I've crafted a theory? I somehow completely missed that there is more than one High Elder, like there are other ships that have their own High Elders too and like??? I'm making some connections??? Is this a "I've connected the dots" moment? Who knows.

I did think maybe the whole storms thing had something to with Jing Yuan and his Lighting-Wielding Thunder-Clapping Spirit-Squashing Lord (YESSSSS FIRST TRY BABY OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD) but the whole thing with black hair and evil vibes just felt off to me. AND THEN. Until I get a reply on this/the fic gets updated I won't say anything further, but ough. I am so normal about the media I consume guys

I kinda felt like putting the scale pattern on the outfit was a little OOC since MC was mentioned to not really follow Vidyadharan customs, but I also figured they were close to Bailu and have horns so? Maybe?

I gave MC blue hair because Ice type. I was gonna give them really long hair, but then again, not a High Elder. The hair was mentioned to obscure their horns underwater tho so I think some length is fine?

It was actually really hard to find physical descriptions of the MC? I mean for a fic like this, that's actually a good thing, it gives me more leeway to do whatever I want but also literally one of the reasons why I don't do fanart is because I wanna be accurate as possible (This is probably some kind of anxiety thing, idk)

[anghraine]

I really wanted to try and do the full Snowflake Challenge at Dreamwidth this year, which I've never managed to do before, but other things kept piling up etc and one of the challenges took up a disproportionate amount of time (#11, create a fanwork—I wrote a 2.5k prologue for the Mass Effect/P&P AU). And I kind of had wanted to prove to myself that I could stick to something, even something very low-stakes and self-indulgent, and carry it through to the end by Jan 31st.

And I did it! I was behind (thanks, #11) but I simply refused to go to sleep until I'd finished, despite being both tired and sick. I posted the prologue at Dreamwidth and then speedran the last four challenges and wrapped up #15 just around midnight.

I'm ridiculously proud of myself, lol.