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The villain, who doesn't typically celebrate much anything gets invited to an event (holiday, gala, birthday, etc) by hero with no strings attached.
This is a Secret Santa snippet gift @snowshowerwriting 😊 Have a great one! I hope you enjoy.
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“…And I was just wondering if, maybe, if you’re not too busy, you’d want to go with me?”
The villain stared at the hero for a long moment, watching the colour slowly creep up the hero’s cheeks and all the way up to the tips of their ears.
Snow begin to drift and eddy lazily on the empty rooftop around them.
“Only if you want to,” the hero said. “Sorry. You’re probably too busy, what with being…you. Forget I asked! It’s not a big deal or anything I just—”
“—You want me to go to the peace ball with you.”
“Only if you want to!”
“Why?”
The villain could think of a dozen reasons why, but none of them exactly fitted with their impression of the hero in front of them.
The annual peace ball was a tinsel-strewn, glittering festive affair designed to promote good will across the city by forcing all heroes and villains to join together in a night of absolute truce. No fighting. So help anyone who tried scheming, though of course everyone still did. Good will to all super-powered men, women and others on earth!
The villain had been invited before, in the first few years that the ball was hosted, by a few of the boldest players on either side of the roster. They’d always said no. Never mind that they’d never been much one for making a big deal out of arbitrary times of year. The hero in front of them was not a particularly bold creature, though, heroics aside. Nor were they the sort to want to make some kind of statement.
The hero was bafflingly genuine. Too true to themselves to be of much use in politics, and too powerful for most to want to risk taking a run at them. Powerful enough, certainly, that they didn’t need the villain’s protection or the implication of an alliance between them. Good enough, surely, that the villain struggled to envision a scenario where the hero tried to enlist them over mince pies.
Indeed, as far as the villain could tell, the hero had absolutely nothing to gain by having the villain on their arm.
The hero’s head tilted at the question. “Because I think it would be nice?”
“I’m not nice.”
“Well, no. But it would be nice to spend more time with you. But only—”
“—Only if I want to,” the villain finished.
The hero’s blush deepened. It was possibly one of the most adorable things that the villain had ever seen. Still, the hero stood their ground and waited for an answer, arms folded grumpily against their own overly expressive face.
“Yeah,” the villain said, smothering a smile. “Okay. Sounds…nice.” They kept their voice light. Casual. Their heart hammered in their chest, giving an almost painful squeeze at the bright grin that shamelessly crossed the hero’s face.
“Yeah?” The hero raised their eyebrows. “Nice.”
The villain snorted.
The hero’s grin grew, delighted. “I’ll pick you up at seven? Unless you’d rather meet there?”
“Seven is fine, but I’ll come get you. What address works?”
They made the arrangements, the hero practically fizzing, like they really were looking forward to a night with the villain at their side. No strings attached. It was…well. It was really was so damn nice. There was a rare, warm feeling buzzing in the villain’s chest.
Still.
“You do know you’re going to get hell for turning up with me, don’t you?” the villain asked. “Whatever your reasons.”
“Mm.” The hero made a show of thinking. “I fought a literal mutated snowman last week, but you know what really scares me? Other people’s dumb opinions at the Christmas party.”
The villain found themselves laughing.
“Honestly,” the hero said. “I don’t know how we’ll survive.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“You could get hell for turning up with me. Whatever your reasons.”
“It’s cute that you think anyone other than you dares to give me hell about anything.”
“I could be a terrible, hellish date.”
“Oh yeah?” The villain took a step forward, before they could stop themselves. A belated lightbulb flicked on inside their head. “Is that what you are then? My date?”
“I mean—" The hero’s eyes widened. They floundered. They bit their lip, drawing the villain’s attention immediately, and parties were lame but that mouth was absolutely not. “Only if you want me to be!” the hero said. “We can just go as friends. Long suffering colleagues. I’m not trying to—”
“Oh, no. You’re my date, darling. No taking that back.”
“Oh, thank god.”
That time, the villain utterly failed at smothering a smile.
“Oh, crap. I mean—” The hero scrambled for a more eloquent, less relieved, cooler response. They came up endearingly blank.
“Nice?” the villain offered.
The hero narrowed their eyes, playful. “You’re mocking me. Rude.”
“I would never dream of mocking my date.”
“No?”
“It wouldn’t be very festive of me.”
“Oh, yes. Because you’re such a big fan of festivity and seasonal celebrations.”
The villain blinked, mostly out of surprise that the hero had been paying enough attention to even notice that. Maybe they shouldn’t have been surprised all things considered. The hero was smarter than they let on. “And yet,” they said, “you invited me to a seasonal celebration.”
“Well.” The hero shrugged, mostly managing careless that time. “Limited opportunities to take you out anywhere else. I think people might panic if I just turned up with you for a dinner.”
“We’d be served very quickly. I do tend to clear our restaurants with my presence.”
The hero snorted.
“So what does one do at a peace ball?” the villain asked, voice a murmur.
“There’s food. Drink.” The hero recovered themselves, reaching out and taking the villain’s hand, drawing them a few steps closer, leaving footprints in the snow beginning to coat the roof. Their voice softened too. Liquid caramel. “Dancing.”
“Dancing?”
“You done much of that before?”
“You might have to teach me.”
“Well, we start by you wrapping your arms around me like this…”
The villain might have shivered. The hero might have grinned, humming a made-up tune beneath their breath as they swayed together.
The weeks until the ball flew by.
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People did stare when the two of them walked in. The villain chose to believe it was because the hero looked absolutely gorgeous, despite their dubious choice of wearing a festive jumper to what was clearly supposed to be a black tie event. The jumper was red and said ‘yule can do it friend’.
Maybe the hero was bold, in their way. The villain definitely thought, in the last few weeks, that they’d underestimated their sometimes-enemy.
There were a lot of people crowded into the city hall venue. Pretty much everyone. The villain abruptly missed their usual peaceful night of strolling around the city, relishing the way that the streets emptied as everyone bundled away to wherever their festivities were.
No panic. No screaming or nervous looks. No chance of some would-be-hero showing up demanding what the hell they were doing.
The hero set a steadying hand on the small of their back, studying their face, and their easy read of the villain’s emotions should have been alarming. It was alarming. It was also…
“You good? Do you want to go and grab a drink?” the hero asked. “What can I get you?”
“I don’t drink in public.”
“They have hot apple juice and hot cocoa too. Some fancy mocktails.”
“You don’t mind that I’m not joining you on the champagne?”
“Why would I?”
Some people, the villain thought privately, minded. They had specific ideas on what a party was supposed to be like and felt judged should the villain deviate from that pre-determined idea. The hero led them through the party, expertly weaving people.
“So?” the hero waggled their eyebrows. “What will it be?”
The villain retreated from the stand with an alcohol-free glass of sparkling. Easy to blend in, even if the taste was nothing special. The two of them watched the room for a while, trying out the various different canapes in the buffet, chatting.
It felt better with the hero at their side. They so obviously knew what they were doing at a party, smoothly carrying conversation with anyone who came over, but not in a way that made it seem like they were schmoozing. It didn’t make the villain’s skin crawl. The hero mainly got excited about and asked for pictures of everyone’s pets. Whenever anyone tried to comment on the fact that the two of them were there together, the hero said cheerily that it was “nice, wasn’t it?”
They’d catch each other’s eyes as whoever it was left. An inside joke. It had been a long time since the villain had been in on an inside joke. With the hero, it was a little thrilling.
Of course, as the evening wore on, there was dancing.
The movements were familiar, after all of the hero’s ‘lessons’ in the lead up to the ball. It made it easy to ignore the rest of the room, and the gaudy tree, and the awkward feeling that they might destroy their reputation for the sake of a party. The hero didn’t care about their reputation, did they? They just did what they wanted to.
“So,” the villain said. “What else does one do on a date?”
The hero’s eyes lit up, better than any fairy-light or candle. They stroked their fingers along the nape of the villain’s neck. The music took the opportunity to change to something slow and intimate, inviting everyone to press a little closer. It should have annoyed the villain, but with the hero in their arms, grinning at them, it couldn’t possibly.
“Well,” the hero made a show of considering. “There’s hand-holding.”
“Indeed.” Their fingers wrapped around each other as they moved.
“And kissing.”
“Ah, kissing,” the villain said. Their gaze dipped, inevitably, to that mouth worth going to parties for. “You might have to teach me.”
“I’m pretty sure you’ve kissed before,” the hero said, amused. “But I’m always happy to provide a refresher.”
“Part of being a good, heroic citizen I imagine. Helping out the needy.”
“Needy, are you?”
The villain opened their mouth. They registered what they said.
“You’re blushing,” the hero said.
“It’s rude to point it out and mock your date.”
“I would never dream of mocking my date,” the hero said. Then, finally, the hero leaned in to kiss them. Sweet, honeyed, and the warm thing in the villain's chest glowed. They dragged the hero closer, wanting more, more, more. The hero laughed with breathless pleasure and nipped at their lips.
The next year, the villain vowed right then, they were taking their hero somewhere private.
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Secret Santa Snippets 2024 List
Thank you everyone who participated in this year's Secret Santa snippet event! I will be collecting all the secret Santa stories in this post so that people can easily find and read them. As more stories go up throughout the day, I will edit the list to keep it up to date! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
Wooden Coffin by @snowshowerwriting for @serickswrites
Secret Santa 2024 by @yourheartonfire for @wren-l-winter
Secret Santa by @gingerly-writing for @creweemmaeec11
Just a Sense by @creweemmaeec11 for @chaoticgoodthief
Static's Girl by @watercolorfreckles for @esperosisdoeswriting
Secret Santa Snippet by @the-modern-typewriter for @snowshowerwriting
Everything's Going to be Ok (I Hope) by @esperosisdoeswriting for @404lunar1216
Secret Santa Snippet by @silly-lil-khaos-god for @sunflower1000
False Feathers and Lightning Strikes by @chaoticgoodthief for @watercolorfreckles
Secret Santa 2024! by @404lunar1216 for @thepenultimateword
Their First Villain by @kaiwewi for @the-modern-typewriter
The Un-Gingerbread by @thepenultimateword for @gingerly-writing
Secret Santa Snippet 2024 by @pigeonwhumps for @kaiwewi
Citizen Detective by @serickswrites for @yourheartonfire
#secretsantasnippets2024#secretsanta#writblr#writing snippets#secret santa snippets 2024#secret santa#writing event#creative writing#writing misfits#fiction#short stories
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Static's Girl
This is a Secret Santa Snippet for @esperosisdoeswriting!! Merry Christmas, Esper, I hope you like it!!! Her prompt was villain dad who' loves his small child and is not afraid to kill ppl over it!
TW: Blood, violence, mention of needles
“Our target is a child?” The horror in Blythe’s voice seemed loud, even past the pound of blood pulsing in her ears.
Fellow members of the hero’s team poured into the back of the van, one strong-arming a terrified little girl. Her wrists were bound, mouth covered and tears streaking her cheeks. The child kicked and thrashed with pink-booted feet, legs dangling helplessly above the floor of the car where the hero’s sidekick kept her firmly hoisted in the air.
She looked barely older than 7.
Blythe’s protest was suitably ignored as the team shouted instructions at one another. The back doors slammed shut and the van lurched into action. Passengers plunged themselves into their seats.
“Are you crazy?” Blythe hissed. She stood only to stagger into the side window as the vehicle made a sharp turn. “This is crazy! Why are we kidnapping a child?!”
“Bosses orders,” another said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
Mockingbird said “Jump” and they said, “How high?” That was just the way of things, wasn’t it? It had never concerned Blythe before–their leader was a just one.
But now…
The child’s knees were muddied and scuffed. As if she'd fallen. As if she'd run. She squealed panicked cries against the sidekick's palm.
Blythe's stomach bottomed out and pooled again with a honey-slick dread. “Who is she?”
“Static's kid,” the driver called back. Blythe caught a shiver skating through them in the corner of her eye.
“Static's ki- I must be missing something, are you crazy?” She rounded on Mockingbird's sidekick once more. “You said we were retrieving a powered weapon that could bring Static down!”
He blinked at her as if she were exceptionally slow. “That's what she is.”
Blythe shook her head, feeling an angry tremor seize her bones. “She's a little girl, is what she is.”
Blythe startled as the radio station crackled to life, flipping noisily through channels. The driver cursed and mashed at a button. Clicking on his coms device, he spoke aloud as his free hand yanked the wheel into another screechy turn.
“On our way back with the package in hand, Boss.”
Mockingbird's sidekick yelped and dropped the girl, a red welt forming on their palm where it had pressed against her mouth. The child hit the floor and scrambled on her knees to an empty corner.
The driver's eyes lit the rearview mirror. “What's–” He hissed and ripped his earpiece away from his head as it fizzled with blaring static loud enough for the rest of the van to hear. “Hey- She's interfering with our coms!”
“Probably trying to reach her father,” another in the front seat agreed. She pointedly shut the radio off as it flitted through stations of chatter and music once more.
The child’s nose was bleeding. Had it been doing that before?
“Somebody knock her out already!”
The sidekick sighed and lifted a hand. All-consuming shadows danced at his fingertips seeming to choke the air around it.
“Don't.” Blythe hurled herself in front of Static's daughter. Her eyes tingled with a familiar heat that told her they were glowing, power teeming just beneath the surface.
They stared at each other in a terse stalemate.
The sidekick’s teeth clenched.
“Listen, rookie–”
“We do not threaten children, and we certainly do not hurt them.” Blythe was proud of how steady she managed to keep her voice–firm and leaving no room for argument.
She still wanted to cry a little. How had this become her life?
Little hands grabbed at her from behind and a warm face pressed into her back. Then, a tiny sob. Blythe softened.
“You're okay, sweetpea, it's alright,” she crooned. Blythe turned to take the child gently in her arms, gathering her close in her lap. “Shh, it's alright. I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise.”
The sidekick's seething was palpable, gaze cleaving cleanly through her, but he finally sat back down.
An eternity later, they were back at the base. Blythe had smacked away any hands reaching to grab the child away from her, carrying the girl inside herself. The little one’s legs wound around her waist like a koala, bound hands clutching fistfuls of Blythe’s shirt fabric.
Blythe’s thoughts felt scattered as TV static. She moved on autopilot, only coming back to herself when the sterile-white lights of the laboratory hummed over them.
Mockingbird was there, black curls cascading freely over her shoulders and contrasting with the icy gray of her eyes. They were not particularly kind eyes, but Blythe had always thought the hero to be good, at least.
“Boss,” Blythe heard herself speak. She cleared her throat. “What exactly are we doing here? Why did we take this kid?”
Mockingbird gestured toward the lab table. “Put her there. We need her blood.”
Blythe’s eyes widened. “Her blood?”
“We are going to use her cells to create a power inhibitor for her father and a power replicator to dose myself with. When he comes to retrieve her, we inject him with it. He won’t act out when he knows we have his daughter. And with his own powers used against him, he’ll never escape again.”
Blythe’s voice came out croaky. “I think you’re putting an awful lot of faith in the self-control of the most powerful supervillain we’ve ever encountered. When we’ve taken his only child. And stabbed her with needles.”
Static’s daughter tightened around her. Blythe glanced down and murmured a soft apology against her ear.
“I don’t care,” Mockingbird snapped. It was clipped with a danger Blythe had never felt aimed at her before. It now felt like a knife against her soft underbelly, as silver and glinting as the superhero’s eyes. “We’re close. Too close to lose now. If you plan to stand in the way of that…”
She stepped closer and plucked the child out of Blythe’s arms with her own super-strength-enhanced, bionic ones. The child knew better than to thrash that time.
Blythe wondered now, nausea climbing her throat, whose blood she’d stolen to replicate that particular gift. The metal prosthetics weren’t just technology, now, were they? Blythe had never thought much of it before…
“Then you’ll have to take a time out,” the superhero finished. “Somewhere quiet where you can re-evaluate. Understand?” Her voice was a fake-chipper, then. Something Barbie-coded but full of invisible teeth.
Blythe’s powers hummed low beneath her skin, a tamed beast waiting for permission to lash out. Her fists clenched. “I really don’t think this is wise.”
“No?” Mockingbird sounded bored as she set Static’s daughter down on the table, tying a strip of elastic around the child’s forearm.
The little one jumped, blue static zapping Mockingbird’s fingers where they touched.
The superhero jerked back. “You little–”
“She’s just scared,” Blythe said, stepping between them. “I’ll do it. She’ll let me do it. Please.”
Mockingbird’s metal hand clanged into a fist. She took a long-suffering breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Get it done.” She pointed at the tray of tools on the counter. “Strap her down if you have to.”
Blythe’s hands went numb as she picked up the syringe. “Mocking–”
Their attentions snapped away as the speakers throughout the building crackled and spat. A wave of clammy dizziness flooded the room. Did the superhero feel the same sick lurch in her belly as Blythe did? The two clutched opposite ends of the counter to steady themselves.
Mockingbird whirled on the little girl. “Stop it, right now!”
Wide, terrified eyes stared back at her, but no blood oozed from her nose.
Blythe swallowed, choking down a roiling wave of nausea. She felt unsteady on her feet, light-headed and woozy. “It’s not her.”
A deep voice sounded over the intercom. “I’m coming to skin alive everyone who laid a finger on Verity. Those who merely stood by–don’t worry, I’ll fill your head with radiation so quickly you won’t even be able to choke out an apology.”
Oh no. Oh, they were so dead.
Blythe grabbed the child–Verity–and took a step toward the door.
Mockingbird blocked her. “No.”
“He’s going to kill everyone if he doesn’t get her back safely!”
Blythe tried to push her way past and Mockingbird grabbed her by the throat, cogs whirring in her bionic arm. She shoved, Blythe and Verity hurtling back into the wall.
“I said no!”
Blythe’s breath collapsed out of her lungs as her back hit the wall with a sickening crunch, drywall cracking and littering the floor around them.
Mockingbird turned to the monitor screen, making furious selections on the keyboard. Security footage of the whole base blipped to life.
They watched as Static strode into a room with the terrifying grace of an apex predator, tearing down anyone in his way. Radiation flooded his fists in a green glow as he punched through the receptionist’s chest, shifting to easily grab the next closest person and brace his hands on either side of their skull. The poor soul thrashed as blood leaked from their eyes, nose, and ears. When they were no longer moving, Static let them crumple to the floor.
The next group ran and Static bowled them down with infinitely multiplied radiowaves, hurling them from open palms as if it were nothing. The speakers filled with screams, the feedback whine behind the sound forcing Blythe to cover her ears.
Her blood iced over as in the top right frame, the supervillain looked up at the camera. His head tilted, making chilling eye contact with the lens until the screen cracked and went blank with buzzing stripes of radio static.
Verity was the only one in the compound who didn’t look afraid. She looked relieved.
Mockingbird moved for the door just as it burst open. She swung at Static with her bionic fists, missing and punching straight through the steel door instead.
Static stood on a platform of squiggling waves that lifted him off of the ground. He looked god-like. Untouchable. The impulse to run coursed through Blythe, but she stayed rooted to her spot, clutching the child to her chest. Static’s hands glowed green again as he lifted Blythe’s boss into the air. Those same up-and-down scribbles seized her, wrapping her prosthetic limbs and ripping them from her shoulders.
Mockingbird screamed.
“What did you do to my daughter?”
“Daddy!”
The villain’s attention shifted immediately. Verity wiggled free of Blythe’s arms, running to her father.
Static dropped his target as if she were a ragdoll, scooping up his daughter instead. “Verity,” he breathed. His eyes fell closed, stroking her hair, whispering tender praises and apologies into her shoulder.
The child clung to him. “Daddy.”
He pulled back to search her for injuries. “Are you hurt, darling? Tell me what they did to you.”
Though his voice was gentle for her, there was still a sharp undercurrent to it, as penetrating as the radiowaves that still leaked through the air. His eyes narrowed on her bloodied knees and the stained skin between her lip and nostril.
“I’m okay, Daddy,” Verity said, looking back at Blythe.
Her vision swam as the supervillain’s focus shifted, once more, to skewer her to her spot. A calm sort of rage stretched his posture taut as he stepped closer.
Blythe, embarrassingly, may have whimpered. Her hair stood on end, floating above her head.
Verity squirmed out of her father’s hold, jumping between them. Just as Blythe had done for her.
She held her breath.
“No, Daddy! She protected me.” Verity’s eyes took on a determined sort of gleam; valorant and unwavering.
The air around them fizzled quietly as another wave of illness rolled over Blythe.
Radiation poisoning. She wasn’t going to last much longer like this.
Static’s head tilted, looking from his daughter to the broken super behind her.
“She kept me safe,” Verity insisted, turning her head to look back at Blythe. Blythe couldn’t seem to speak. “She’s hurt. Can we take her home?”
“Verity.”
“Please?” Verity moved to Blythe’s side, taking her hand.
Despite her swimming vision, Blythe couldn’t help but smile softly at her. A powerful weapon indeed. Blythe believed she could move mountains.
Seconds passed and Blythe thought she may have passed out. Her vision stretched fuzzy and dim at the edges. Then she was being lifted from the floor, broken bones screaming their protest.
Blythe whimpered again, unable to help burying her face in the supervillain’s shirt.
His voice buzzed in her ear where it pressed against his chest.
“Stay close to me, Ver. Take my hand. We’re going home.”
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Wooden Coffin || Secret Santa Snippet
I hope this is to your liking, @serickswrites! Not much winter spirit but there's quite a bit of whump in it :) Enjoy your day!
Content Warning: Buried alive, past abuse/imprisonment, slow asphyxiation (?)
The first breath was fine, but they could feel the still, musty air.
The second breath was panicked, accompanied by the full darkness that settled around them. Their eyes were open but only darkness greeted them. There'd be no comfort here.
"The air will last for 50 minutes," Their friend told them before the mission. "We'll get you within twenty, thirty minutes at most. So don't panic, ok? Everyone will make it back alive and well. That includes you." The gentle voice of their friend lulled them into comfort, into accepting the role of bait for this mission. "For the better," they were told, a hand on their face and one on their beating heart.
Everything felt too loud in this silence. Each breath, every brush against the wooden coffin felt like grating chalk against a board. Every thought wormed itself into their brain.
First, it was whether or not their rescue would get here in time. Of course, they would. My friends wouldn't lie to me, they reassured themself. This healing they've done, all this recovering wouldn't be for naught. I'm fine, they'll get here. A mantra began in their mind whilst they recalled their memories with their current friends. They'll be found.
The sweet thoughts lasted for a few minutes before their memories turned sour as they reached further back into their mind. The first time at this camp wasn't pretty. They were dragged to the middle as prisoners with a few others. The little company they had dwindled down till they were the only plaything here. They've seen everything, the poison in every word and the cruelty in every action. That's particularly why this plan worked so well. The captors would've been distracted between all the flaunting and malicious jests at their own expense. They knew the habits and rituals, how traitors were made fools and buried alive. Traditions stayed traditions here. Their head spun at the thoughts and memories. They weren't just laying the coffin, it felt as though they were suspended in the air. Frozen in time for just a moment before reality came crashing down.
Gods, how long would it take their friends to get here? It had been ten, maybe thirteen minutes since they had woken up. They held back a hoarse sob, feeling at the wooden coffin around them. Every sound felt muted, but so damn loud.
Please, please, please. They didn't know who they were begging to. Maybe it was the figures that began to emerge in the darkness. The eyes from the deepest pits of hell stared down at them, and the smiles carved into the creatures had a sickening familiarity. They reminded themselves that it wasn't their captors, but every ounce of logical thinking was beginning to ebb away. Their rescue wouldn't make it on time. Between all the panicked thoughts, the sudden realization had them shuffling around in the coffin. They had to get out, right now. The stale air felt rancid now. Closing their eyes made no difference, not when there wasn't even an inkling of light. Please, please, please. Fingernails scratched at the wooden boards around them, but the pain never quite registered. The shadowed creature danced in their vision, even after shutting their eyes tight. The air felt tight, rancid, and heavy. They could feel their eyes getting heavy and choked back a sob.
Between their panicked thoughts and the sound of their blood rushing in their ears, they swore they heard something on the other side of the coffin. Please, please, please. Was that their friend? Please, please, please.
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our fingers touch (i feel my way back home)
for @rosanna-writer in the @acotargiftexchange 2024!
read on AO3 // overall rating: e // wc this chapter: 7.2k
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Feyre Archeron has never much believed in soulmates, despite the mark along her back that's been there since birth indicating that there's someone out there for her. To keep the family afloat, her father has promised her to be wed to a powerful business associate of his, who definitely likes her... But not the mark running down her back.
Rhysand Sterling has kept the fact that he has a soulmate hidden - when you become the head of a crime family, you can't afford to have such obvious weaknesses. But there's a magnetic draw to the woman his rival is engaged to... And he's looking for some leverage on him.
As their worlds collide, it seems like it may have been meant to be.
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SURPRISE!!! i'm your Secret Santa!! it's been an absolute blast being able to get to know you more, and to pick your brain to try and cobble together the perfect gift for you <3
i know i probably gave myself away because i can't hide myself well to save my life, but i really truly hope you love this. as soon as i got my assignment i was SO nervous on how i was going to live up to THE ariel jeremy jordan and her wonderful writing!!!! i have so much planned for this au because it got so much bigger than i anticipated in my head. can't wait to have you along for the ride!!
another huge thank you to @whatishowedyouinthedark, @berd-nerd and @popjunkie42 for beta reading as well!!
a snippet of the chapter is below, but you can keep reading the rest on AO3! no update schedule, but hopefully i will have more soon!!
i hope you enjoy! 💖
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Elbow perched on the bar countertop, head in her hand while wallowing in a hearty dose of depression and self-pity, she didn't even notice the stranger who had sidled up to the bar and took the seat next to her without a word. She didn't notice the way his gaze slowly trailed over her, absorbing every detail of her with a smug smirk on his face, or the way he turned his body around to face her as she grumbled quietly to herself.
"Aren't you the picture of merriment and joy?" he drawled, amusement trickling into the edges of his voice. Feyre's eyebrows knitted together in annoyance - who the fuck did this guy think he was? She whipped around on the barstool to face him, only to be surprised by who faced her. A stranger, sure, but not one like any of the others here. If she had been introduced to him, she would have remembered.
The man who sat before her was younger, for one - had a spark in his eyes, a life to him she didn't see in typical political and business suits. Most of the time they were decrepit, grey-haired near-retirees that gave off sleaze in waves. But this man was put-together, suave even. Thick, raven-black hair that was perfectly coiffed, save for a stray curl that fell over his forehead that helped him exude an almost boyish charm. Enthralling, deep blue eyes, plush lips and deeply tanned skin for miles. His suit was well tailored and crisply pressed, emphasising his athletic build. His broad hands, one holding his glass and the other on his meaty thigh, were littered with silver bands, simple and unadorned save for the eye-catching signet ring on his right hand.
He perplexed her. He fascinated her. He was downright beautiful, even.
Feyre couldn't be certain she wasn't drooling. At least she'd look as dull as this party felt if she was.
“Excuse me?”
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2024 Posting Guidelines
You have all day of December 23rd, 2024 to post your gifts (12:01AM MT until 11:59PM MT)!
If you need an extension, I will grant them without question, just let me know as soon as you suspect you may need one.
If you don't receive your gift by the end of the day, you can reach out to me the next day. I will do my best to contact people in advance if the person making their gift requests an extension.
General (applies to all):
Create a post on tumblr.
State the name of the individual your gift is for and be sure to TAG THEM.
Include whether you chose to work with the individual’s OTP, BROTP, or Favourite Character.
Use the specific guidelines for your gift (see below).
At the bottom of your post, be sure to TAG @untildawn-secretsanta. If you are unable to tag me (because tumblr does that sometimes), make sure you DM the post to me as I need to be able to find it.
Use the following hashtags: “#until dawn” “#until dawn secret santa 2024” “#udss2024” as well as the relevant ship and character tags (ex. “#Chrashley” “#Matthew Taylor” “#Climbing Class” “#Jossam”). If you are unsure about a character’s full name, or a ship name, let me know. You are welcome to add any other hashtags that you like, but those ones MUST be included.
PLEASE double check to ensure that your gift meets the requirements and follows the creation rules (I will include them below the cut on this post as a refresher).
Fanfiction:
If your gift is primarily written material, follow these steps while posting:
Complete the general guidelines.
Upload your gift to the fanfiction website of your choosing. If you are unable to upload to a fanfiction website, you may also use Google Docs which will allow you to use a shareable link, or you can post directly to tumblr. (If you use Google Docs, please make sure that your settings won’t allow someone else to come in and edit your work.)
DO NOT POST THE FULL WRITTEN PIECE ONTO TUMBLR WITHOUT A "READ MORE" CUT. I will not reblog long posts as they can be overwhelming! If you absolutely cannot upload anywhere else, you MUST use tumblr’s “Read More”.
Create a quick (three to five sentences) teaser or choose a snippet of the story to post to tumblr.
Below the teaser/snippet, be sure to include a link to the full story. It would be after this point that you would add the “Read More…” with the rest of the story, ONLY if you cannot upload elsewhere.
(Optional) If you have a cover, include that image on tumblr.
Images (Including Fanart and Gifs):
If your gift is an image OR a series of images (fanart/gifs for this exchange), follow these steps while posting:
Complete the general guidelines.
Upload your image(s) to tumblr.
In the caption, provide a quick explanation of the image (ex. “Since you listed your OTP as Chris and Ashley, I drew them drinking hot chocolate by the fireplace.”)
If you are planing posting from a blog URL that is different than the one you are participating under (using an art sideblog, for example), please let me know.
These guidelines are created to be a base for your post. You are welcome to add anything in addition to what was stated above, and you are always welcome to contact me should you require clarification on anything. Have fun creating!
Creation rules for a refresher below the cut:
CREATION RULES
Gifts are not to be posted (in part or in full) ANYWHERE until the exchange date (December 23rd).
CONTENT WARNINGS:
If you are creating anything with gore/body horror, please anonymously double check with your gift recipient to make sure they're okay with that!
Anything NSFW shouldn't be taken further than what the game does. We all know Jess' iconic monologue outside of the guest cabin, and I'd say that's about as far as it should go dialogue-wise. In terms of fanart, you can ask with me if you're unsure. This has never really been an issue in previous years, so I'm not too worried about it. I don't want to censor things super harshly, so if you have any concerns/questions, just ask!
CREATION MINIMUMS:
Word count minimum is 2000 WORDS
Art is a little tricky to create a minimum for, but try to put at least 3 hours into your piece. You want to present a finished drawing to your recipient! No sketches/super rough drawings, please.
OTHER:
Something I would like to touch on is the use of the W word. I think that if we are going to be celebrating Until Dawn, the least we could do is show respect by retiring the use of that word in our fanfic and fanart (many of you already mentioned this in your notes). Instead, I would like to recommend terms like monster/creature instead.
Also, please be careful to not whitewash Josh! Some photo references from the game can make him look pretty pale, so I recommend taking a look at photos of Rami Malek as well!
MODERATION STUFF: I'm currently heading home to see family and friends I haven't seen in months, so I'll be keeping busy and enjoying time with them over the next few weeks. Please be patient, and understand that I won't always be available. 🙏 If you don't hear back from me for over 24 hours, please send a gentle follow up! I have a lot of DMs on the go with all of you right now, so there is a chance that things may get lost. As always, any general questions about the exchange should be posted in #help in the Discord server.
‼️IF YOU ONLY READ ONE THING, LET IT BE THIS: IF YOU ARE NOT ABLE TO FINISH YOUR GIFT, LET ME KNOW ASAP!!! DON'T HIDE BECAUSE THEN I CAN'T CONTACT A BACK-UP AND YOUR GIFTEE MAY NOT GET A GIFT‼️
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Weekly posting schedule 2024
There will be a few changes in my schedule for 2024. I want to finally finish a story I'm currently working on.
Therefore, it can happen, that I'll cut posting here short. I will have four days on which I'll weekly release a story.
The other days are optional. If I have a finished chapter/one-shot I'll drop a story on the other three days of the week too.
Schedule 16.12.2024 – 22.12.2024
Random Monday: 16.12.2024 - You are beautiful snippet (Bucky x plussized reader)
Supernatural/Jackles Tuesday: 17.12.2024 - TBA
Mafia/Biker/Business Wednesday: 18.12.2024 - TBA
Thirsty or Fluffy Thursday: 19.12.2024 - Bad Santa (2) Ari Levinson (Santa), Steve Rogers x Naughtylister Reader
Heartbreak/Angsty Friday: 20.12.2024 - TBA
Royal/Medieval/Regency Era Saturday: 21.12.2024 - TBA
Sinful or A/B/O Sunday: 22.12.2024 - TBA
Schedule 23.12.2024 – 22.12.2024
Random Monday: 23.12.2024 - TBA
Supernatural/Jackles Tuesday: 24.12.2024 - TBA
Mafia/Biker/Business Wednesday: 25.12.2024 - Bad Santa (3) Ari Levinson (Santa), Steve Rogers x Naughtylister Reader
Thirsty or Fluffy Thursday: 26.12.2024 - TBA
Heartbreak/Angsty Friday: 27.12.2024 - Self-help group for killers (3) - CEvans & SebStan chars
Royal/Medieval/Regency Era Saturday: 28.12.2024 - TBA
Sinful or A/B/O Sunday: 29.12.2024 - TBA
Next update/no release date yet:
A Broken Man - Frank Castle
Brother’s Keeper (5) Tony Stark
Eternal Flame - Johnny Storm
Blood Rush (3) - Catch and keep - Eric Northman
Secret Love (2) - Crowley x Winchester!Reader
Naughty School Adventures (2) sequel to Naughty School Adventures (1) Sam/Dean x Reader
Jerk next door (8) FIN Andy Barber, Syverson, Destroyer Chris
A virgin at a sex store (5) Dean Winchester
#posting schedule 2024#weekly posting schedule#holylulusworld#multi fandom#Weekly posting schedule 2024
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Finally making a pinned post, hope I do this right
my name is Simon, you can call me that or skibasyndrome or any variation of either that you can think of
25-y/o university student with a passion for literature and languages and everything surrounding that (hmu, I will talk about it for hours)
me and tumblr go way back (like... 2012 way back), but it's only through my very recent discovery of Young Royals (August 2023) that I decided to get back into online fan spaces after a long break (best decision ever btw)
I'm gay and a trans man
I mostly just write fics (or talk about writing)
Feel free to reach out and talk to me about anything and everything, I love talking to people :)
things to note about this blog
I will simp about Omar Rudberg. Sorry, I'm just too gay for whatever it is he is doing 24/7
there's almost always a party in my tags because that's where I go to voice my opinions or just be... emotionally affected by things
hope you like Young Royals, because there's rarely anything else on here these days
personal posts are tagged "simon.out."
should go without saying but fuck right off with any -isms or -phobias
See my Young Royals fics below the cut (or at skibasyndrome on ao3)
It seems a place for us to dream (T, 1.8 k)
Or: The things going through Wilhelm's head during that S3 snippet.
You crave the Applause / Yet hate the Attention (E, chaptered, 4/4, 22.3 k)
Or: How Wilhelm realizes that maybe, if you squint a little, he might have a praise kink.
But I'm a vampire smile, you'll meet a sticky end (E, 4.1 k)
Or: Simon's vampire-esque makeup is really doing things to Wilhelm that he didn't expect. A Halloween fic.
In This Together (T, 3.5 k)
Or: Wilhelm tries — and fails — to surprise Simon with hot chocolate. Simon doesn't mind. Contribution to Wilmon Secret Santa 2023.
It's in the water, baby (E, 4.9 k)
Or: A sweet and spicy story sponsored by the infamous Lake Still (TM) s3 promo pic.
Never Letting You Go (E, 5.7 k)
Or: The infamous Hallway Smut (TM) Scene as briefly seen in the S3 trailer and (re)imagined by me. There's light angst, sex, and so many feelings.
Lavender Haze (E, 13.3 k)
Or: Wilhelm spots the most gorgeous man in a nightclub. He's wearing a lavender shirt that makes Wilhelm's head spin and imagination run wild. And a smile that does things to his heart he's not quite sure what to make of yet.
All this shit is new to me (E, chaptered, 3/?, 24 k)
Or: After meeting and hooking up with Simon at a club, Wille needs to figure out what exactly that means for them (or whether there even is a "them" to figure out). A sequel to Lavender Haze.
Wille's Month 2024:
Day 1 (Sandwich): Vegan butter, two slices of Gouda, a few slices of cucumber (G, 1.6 k) Day 8 (Wedding/Engagement): Roots of Love (T, 1.2 k) Day 9 (Riding): Close, Closer (E, 1.3 k) Day 25 (Hands): Got my Hands all over You (E, 7.1 k)
Simon's Month 2024:
Day 2 (Food): I could eat that boy for lunch (M, 7.9 k) (co-written with @iwouldnevergetintofanfic & @pagegirlintraining) Day 14 (Senses): Kyss mig med dinä röda läppar (or, affectionately: the cherry fic) (T, 3.4 k)
Flash The Camera, You're A Star! (T, 10.1 k) (co-written with @pagegirlintraining)
Or: the one where Wille is an even bigger simp than usual and Simon can’t quite stay mad at him.
(ca.)-5-sentence-ficlets
Or: people send me a sentence, I write 5 or more sentences to turn it into a ficlet. wild variety of stories ranging from dark to fluffy to (slightly) steamy (always open for these types of prompts, "series" ongoing)
YR Kinktober 2024 (Masterpost here)
(ongoing series) Day 1: Sit back and watch (I'm gonna dance for you) (masturbation & spit) Day 2: Sharpen your teeth, sink into me (marks & biting) Day 3: In silence, I'm yours (sound/staying quiet, hands & 69) Day 4: Love the shape of your mouth (and the back of your head) (makeup, praise kink, oral sex, deepthroating and light dacryphilia) Day 5: I've never met arms like yours (cockwarming & spooning) Day 6: And the mirrors gon' fog tonight (mirror, hands, a little bit of praise) Day 7: One, two, three (Not only you and me) (threesome, first time [having a threesome], lapdance) Day 8: Body language say you wanna (semi-public sex, cruising, roleplay) Day 9: On the tip of my tongue, on the top of your thighs (1/2) (wax play, thighs, marks) Day 10: And if I searched a thousand miles I'd be dying to find (2/2) (intercrural sex, thighs, marks, oral sex) Day 11: My skin on your skin, again and again (frottage, cum play, fingers) Day 12: In the back of your car there's a big black mark (where I ripped the seat) (car sex, riding, a little breathplay/choking) Day 13: Find a brand new way of seeing (Your eyes forever glued to mine) (1/2)
Like we're dancing (you and me) (T, 3.1 k)
Or: Wille is nervous to meet her parents for dinner. Simon is there for her.
Birthday Boys (T, 14.1 k) (co-written with @iwouldnevergetintofanfic)
Or: best friends Simon and Wille share a birthday. On their twentieth birthday - their first birthday apart in years - some realizations happen.
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RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
thank you for the tag @lailuhhh !!
I actually reuse the same document a lot (which gets chaotic) but I make a new doc for every event I (try to) do!
ytijfkd
bruh
Cairo Day 2024
Cairo Day 2023
FMA Storge Event
FMA Secret Santa
as for who to tag.....hmm..... i may be repeating some tags here so I apologize but I am tagging ! ! Yay me!!
@impossiblepluto @nativestarwrites
@awesomedurraworld @justanotherinterneruser :D
#tag game#thank you beloved lailuhhh. i salute your documents because wtf is that (respectfully)#i say seeing my first document....#anywho.
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Secret Santa Snippet 2024
Secret Santa snippet for @kaiwewi! I hope you like it!
Prompt: A hero and a villain team up to confront a civilian who's writing an insane amount of fanfiction about them
918 words
"Well, hello there."
Civilian jumps at the voice in their ear. The seductive, sultry, melodical tone that fills the videos in the corner of their laptop screen.
They spin around.
Villain's lounging against the doorway, a smirk on his face.
"Am I interrupting something?"
Civilian swallows nervously. "No. No, nothing at all." As Villain shifts slightly, they slam a hand down on their laptop, abruptly remembering its contents. "Can I– can I help you with something?"
"Maybe. You're Civilian, correct?"
Civilian gulps, nods. Villain knows them by name. Why?
There's a low chuckle from someone behind him. Civilian flinches, then feels themself heat up at the absurdity of the reaction. It's just a laugh.
"Stop scaring the civilian, Villain." Hero sounds amused as they push their way past Villain, coming to stand by Civilian's window. Civilian doesn't miss how this covers both of their exits.
Them working together is near-unheard-of in public, but Civilian makes a mental note to include it in something later.
Hero smiles disarmingly.
"Hello, Civilian. How are you doing?"
Civilian swallows.
"Um. Hi. I'm fine."
"Good, good. You're panicking. Don't. We just want a quick word."
"Um. Okay. What about?" They want to deny their feelings but Hero will know. Empathic powers. It's the source of their emotions, all the confessions...
Hero's blinding smile drops into something much more serious, and Civilian's stomach plummets with it. Oh shit. Oh shit. What have they done?
"Your writing habits."
"More specifically, where they regard us." The 'us' is punctuated by a flash of white teeth.
Civilian tries to inch out of their seat, though they know there's no hope against Villain. Maybe they can get closer to Hero...
Villain places a hand down on the table beside them, blocking their exit, and just stares. Somehow, that's the most menacing thing he could do.
"It's just a hobby!" they burst out, babbling. "I just– I just like to write, I don't mean anything by it!"
Villain rolls his eyes and opens up the laptop, scrolling through the open tabs.
"Videos. More videos. Ooh look, a forum. And your *word document*. I wonder what you're writing now."
He bends over to look closer, humming. Civilian wants to sink into the floor. Better still, into the centre of the Earth and scrub this night from their memories entirely.
Hero crosses their arms.
"Villain. *Behave.*"
Villain sighs, but draws back, looking mutinous. In a dim corner of their mind, Civilian wonders what the arrangement was. Neither seems happy with it.
"I– I can stop. If you really want me to."
Villain opens their mouth, receives a glare from Hero, shuts it with a snap. Despite what they said, Civilian starts to make mental notes of all of this, all the minute body language and conversation between them, because this– this could really up the realism. Make everything in their writing so much more real. And it fits so well! They're so accurate!
"It's your private life," begins Hero, "and what you do with it is your own affair. Really, this shouldn't be any of our business, except people just have to keep showing us." A fact Civilian knew, and has never been sure what to think about, but one look at both faces and it's– it's definitely bad. "And wow. You write so much. So–"
"What do you see in us?"
Civilian stares. So does Hero, looking thrown. Civilian is suddenly, 100% certain that this wasn't part of the plan.
"Villain..."
Villain ignores them. "You're by far the most prolific writer. So why do you do it? What do you see? Besides the whole 'enemies-to-lovers' thing, which is ridiculous if that's your only reason, by the way, there's way better tropes out there."
Civilian swallows, throat dry. What do they say? The truth? A lie about it being a joke? Hero would probably see through that. What if their reasons aren't good enough, will Villain kill them? No, no, Hero wouldn't allow that. Would they?
"Stop looking like I'm the last thing you'll ever see and tell me."
Hero rolls their eyes. "I won't let him kill you. Melodramatic much."
Right. Right. No deaths. Not that Hero's words are very reassuring.
"You um. You're always fighting each other. And I mean, you're nemeses but Villain doesn't fight anyone else. You once waited three hours for Hero to turn up, just repelling everyone else with a forcefield, because you wanted a 'proper fight'. You send each other Valentine's Day gifts, and okay they're not what one might call traditional courting gifts, but still. Villain, whenever you're injured Hero avoids hitting that spot, even though it'd be an easy win, and Hero, you always go slow when Villain's ill. There's footage. And when was the last time you monologued for anyone but Hero, Villain? Your displays for everyone else are lackluster in comparison. You clearly enjoy each other's company at the very least. And I know that could all be platonic but just... it's fun to imagine... and..." Civilian trails off uncertainly as the tips of Hero's ears, the only thing visible under their mask, turn bright pink and they rush out of the room.
"Do not move one inch," growls Villain, not even ensuring Civilian will obey before running after Hero.
New writing ideas chase themselves around Civilian's mind, but only as an undercurrent now. Is this real. Is this really, actually, real?
They pinch themself. Ow.
And another thing.
How long is it going to be until Villain gets back?
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Secret Santa 2024!
It was so fun joining this years secret Santa! This is the first time I've ever done something like this, so I definitely have room for improvement.
This is for @thepenuultimateword, and their prompt was: " Villain x Villaim. Supervillain has one of the scariest reputations in the city, but when something happens to them, the people soon find out that Supervillains 'gaurd dog" and most loyal follower, is much scarier"
I tried my best and I hope to improve as I write more snippets.
Word count: 1131
Supervillain. The name alone had people instantly on edge. They had grown quite a fearful reputation with the heroes and public alike. Well, mostly the older generation of heroes who were smart enough to learn from their mistakes. The younger, new heroes were young and foolish. Most wanted a shot to become famous, and taking down Supervillain was a one way ticket to just that.
While being widely feared meant no one came around Supervillain, the duo still didn't trust the public. SuperVillain was sure to exercise caution while grocery shopping. A lackey would’ve been sent in their place, but Supervillain needed to remind the public and heroes they were still around and very much a threat. If they weren’t scary enough, Villain always trailed behind them like a shadow. Never advancing or doing anything, just there.
Due to their association with Supervillain, Villain was also regarded with fear. The media tried to make them seem weak, to give the heroes and public some hope. It somewhat helped that Villain had yet to show off their power. Even so no one really believed them, as most had seen firsthand how Supervillain was. It was easier, safer, to assume Supervillain also surrounded themself with strong people.
“We remembered the flour, right? I want to try that cookie recipe” Supervillain interrupted Villains thoughts. They turned to look back at Villain. “body for your thoughts?” they asked. People cringed away, careful not to stand out much. They wanted to safely make it home, and being noticed by Supervillain was a literal death sentence.
“Nothing, just thinking about how pathetic this city is. And yes we got the flour.” Villain dryly replied. Talking in public was not their thing, and civilians liked to theorize they were mute. They would never ignore Supervillain though. If Supervillain asked they would give a speech right then and there to please them. SuperVillain could ask them to do anything and they would. Anything.
“ Thats good.” The conversation ended there. To most it would seem awkward, but to the two it was nothing new. Behind closed doors though, Villain could be quite the chatterbox if Supervillain said so themself. But that was for Supervillain only, not the public. They need the apartment, crowds tapering off the closer they got.
Supervillain lived in an apartment complex. It was old and rundown, but that didnt mean it was completely empty. Some civillians shared the apartment complex as well. It was the perfect place to live without suspicion. ‘Only Villains that are bad at what they do have lairs. The smart ones hide in plain sight’ Supervillain told Villain back when Villain had first started to be his bodyguard. Back then Villain was even more shy, staying so strictly professional it almost hurt to watch. Now they were a lot more relaxed around Villain.
The elevator dinged, and Supervillain stepped out into the hall. ‘Villain should already be back by now, getting the mail shouldn't take that long” Their mind supplied. They pulled out their keys, slipping them into the lock and twisting. There was an odd sense of dread, but their worry for Villain resurfaced and overshadowed it.
That was Supervillains first mistake.
Their second was turning their back to the apartment as they closed the door. A small prick was felt in their neck, and the next think Supervillain knew they were slumped against someone. A knife was pressed against their neck.
“There we go, nice and powerless for me” The voice echoed in the empty apartment. Even in the dark SuperVillain could instantly recognize who the voice belonged to. Hero. Supervillain could say with his whole being that they hated them. They would've openly expressed so had they not been sedated. All they could do was wait until the sedative ran out…. or Villain came. As much as it was hard for Supervillain to admit, it would be extremely pathetic for Villain to see them like this. Someone so widely feared stopped by a sedative.
Keys could be heard, jingling against the lock for a second before the handle was twisted and the door opened. Villain walked in, not looking up as they turned to shut and lock the door. They turned their back to the apartment, making sure it was fully locked and shut.
“You have 5 seconds before I kill you ” Villain spoke calmly. They turned casually, openly exposing their back as if to show how little of a threat hero was. They did have the element of surprise on their hands.
“You won’t. Your beloved boss will just be my meat shield, so I suggest you put your hands up” Hero spat. They spoke with confidence, readying their hand out in front of them. Sparks crackled in heros palm, not yet a fire but just enough to showcase their powers.
Supervillain could feel the heat next to their face. While they were very confident in Villains abilities, it was not very fun to have a fire practically in your face. Especially when you’re being held as a human meat shield.
“Here’s what’s going to happen hero. You’re going to turn around and leave, never come back here. If you do, I will personally cut your limbs off, put it into a soup and feed you it. I will do that with every, single, one of your limbs until I run out.” Villain grabbed their dagger tossing it around and making some sawing motions to accentuate their threat.
“Your all talk! You wouldn’t,” Hero spluttered. Supervillain could feel the hold on them slipping. Soup. Supervillain could laugh out loud. This hot shot hero was scared of being made into soup?
“Want to take the chance? I have salt to season you with.” Villain asked, though it was more so a threat. The dagger was waved tauntingly in front of Hero’s face.
“Scram, before you become soup. I hear human tastes like pork” Villain chuckled.Hero bit back a yelp, pushing themselves up and hurrying out the door.
“Are you okay?” Villain asked, catching Supervillain when they were unceremoniously dropped. They propped Supervillain up, settling them against their side. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here, I thought some lady was following us. She was just throwing away trash” Villain tried to lighten the mood.
Villain didn’t wait for a response, not like they’d get one either way. Supervillain was picked up and carried into their room. They were gently set onto the bed and tucked in. Villain gently ran their fingers through Supervillains hair, only stopping after they fell asleep.
In the morning Supervillain was fine, taking measures to move across the city and increase the security. And if Hero was found beaten to a pulp at the police station? Villain had no clue who would do such a thing.
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This week
The Golden Palace
Info | A03
“A day later, the tensions from Novgord carried over into the palace, Oleg remained in a weird mood. He’d barely touched his food at dinner, and was drunk by its end, the same as the night before.
When Séraphine excused herself, she knew where Oleg would go next. Whenever he was in a grim mood, he’d get drunk, but not just anywhere, in the mausolum. It’s where he kept his dead wife, and sometimes sulked for hours alone.”
Dance with the Devil
Info | A03
Billy’s eyebrows drew together as he gave her thigh a light squeeze. “Say something.”
Danielle stared off, expression hard to read. He felt like his words went in one ear and out the other. She reached for the glass, he moved it away. Her eyes jumped to his, narrow and distrusting.
“What?”
“Guess that’s something -”
Billy cracked a smile, her tense expression remained unchanged.
“Look, I’m fucking worried about you okay.”
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Now up…
Next chapter of The Lonesome
Snippet from last chapter
“Selene glanced at the rearview mirror, eying the cooler in the backseat. It was amazing really, one could get all kinds of shady shit with some cash, especially in LA. It took less than two hours to find a nurse willing to steal blood bags for money.”
Snippet from new chapter (A03)
“Awe filled her as Jack posed, and soon the photographer produced the photo, the same one she had that took months and many of Julian’s connections to acquire. The only known photo of Jack.”
Coming up…
Next chapter of Burning Bright
Snippet from last chapter
“Halfdan lit a fire in her in a way her soon-to-be husband couldn’t. Not even with his kiss or touch. It was bad enough she had to marry in the first place, let alone to someone she felt nothing for. Having the hots for his right-hand man was a whole other can of worms.”
PLUSSS
2024 Secret Santa fic (debuting on the 24th) 🙂
It’s a Pedro Character, and a meetcute, that’s all i can say. Yes an exception is made for challenges and i will post that in full here (of course A03 too)
🤐
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The Un-Gingerbread || Secret Santa 2024
I participated in the Secret Santa writing event again this year! This snippet is for @gingerly-writing! I hope you enjoy! I know you said I could choose just one topic buuuut I ended up kinda combining them all together!
magical girl powers (especially for villains)
something cute and Christmassy turned deadly/bad (Christmas card full of blackmail, evil snow powers, etc)
super niche/useless superpower saves the day
“They’re Christmas cookies,” Hero said blandly.
“They’re suspicious.” Villain tapped the edge of the platter with the tip of their snowflake wand. Little swirls of frost spread over the surface of the plastic wrap, clouding over the little gingerbread faces.
“Some caroler or neighbor or someone trying to be spread Christmas cheer casually left a plate on your doorstep. End of story.���
Hero had never been the imaginative type. It was a little annoying actually: the power of disbelief. One of the only things that had ever rendered Villain powerless. It didn’t always work, especially now that Hero had seen Villain’s work up close so often, but when Hero got thinking too much about the laws of gravity, the improbability of a transformation sequence, the energy mechanics of magic, Villain found themselves dropping like a stone.
In those moment they just had to hope Hero was close enough to catch them–practically a guarantee–and empathetic enough not say a word to anyone else. …Less likely.
Villain tucked the wand into a reality pocket–Hero was nice enough not mess with that one today-and swished their capelet around them as they turned toward the fridge. The next thing they knew, they were pouring a glass of milk just so they could look away. The hero’s dry gaze already felt like a drain on their powers without this extra dose of exasperation.
“Look at the clothes,” they said.
Hero raised an eyebrow, but began to peel up the first layer of plastic wrap.
“Don’t unwrap them!” Villain cried, then as Hero’s eyebrow did a higher, more quizzical leap into their hair, “We don’t know what’s in them.”
“I don’t think this shoddy wrap job is keeping in any dangerous toxins,” Hero said.
Villain stomped a heeled shoe. “Don’t say such dangerous things out loud!”
“For that to work the cookies would have to actually be toxic. Which they aren’t.” Hero’s eyes flicked up and down before returning to the cookie plate and the unwrapping process. “Did you seriously do a complete transformation over this?”
Villain warmed a little. They didn’t make a habit of inviting heroes to their apartment, but something about this had shaken them. Something about those sugar pearl eyes peering up at them had felt…wrong. Though they’d claimed, even internally, that Hero was simply the first name to pop into their head, maybe…maybe they’d chosen them on purpose. Maybe they’d wanted a bit of logic to asway their anxiety. To tell them everything was truly alright.
“I’m just being prepared,” Villain said, then nodded at the plate.
The gingerbreadpeople were dressed like them. Not the comfortable, baggy outfits they wore as a civilian but their magical version–silver pompadour shoes with a snowflake sprinkles for the buckles, long icy blue tailcoat and capelet with a carefully iced imitation of the frost pattern emroidery, and whipped ruffles—so many ruffles, in the cravat, in the white undershirt, in the peeking cuffs of the sleeves; the Ginger-Villains even held their wand, complete with silver edible glitter so the snowflake head sparkled in the light.
“Coincidence.”
“Coinci– Hero! That’s me!”
“Yes, and half the city is convinced you’re some sort of ice fairy.” Villain could hear the eyeroll in their tone. “This isn’t the first cookie I’ve seen with your face on it.”
“But they are the first to show up at my door.”
Hero let out an enormous sigh. “Ok, honestly? Yes, it’s weird. Yes, it’s creepy. But I just don’t believe anyone could have figured out who you are let alone where you live. You’re ok. Throw them away if you’re so worried.”
Villain folded their arms poutily. “I’m sure that’s exactly what the sender wants me to do. One moment I’m dumping cookies, the next I have giant radioactive rats breaking down my door.”
They swished their cape again, more dramatically this time, making the full breadth of their displeasure known.
Hero sighed again. They did that so much it was a wonder they had any breath left.
“Do you want me to take them?”
Villain blinked. “Really?”
“You’re just going keep calling me otherwise, right? And I have no worries about throwing them away in my trash.”
Villain picked up the platter hesitantly. “I wouldn’t want you to get hurt on my behalf…”
“I know it’s Christmas but quit with the fluff. Hand them over.”
Hero thrust out their hand, waving their fingers impatiently.
Well, if Hero really wanted the creepy cookies, who was Villain to stop them. They were a grown, capable adult who knew how to take care of themselves, and they were enemies anyways, so Villain didn’t need to feel guilty at all if–
Villain’s thoughts stopped short, plate half extended. The platter trembled a little in their fist.
“Are you really so freaked out that you’re shaking?” Hero said.
“I-I’m not.”
Something on the platter was moving.
As the first Ginger-Villain rose to its feet, all Villain and Hero could do was stare.
When the second one popped up, Villain threw the platter across the room.
The decorative plastic cracked against the wall, and about two dozen cookies scattered every direction.
The wall clock ticked a second of peace, and then the cookies were back up, faces smudges, bodies cracked, or a gory scene of cookie arms and legs and sugar pearl eyes littering the tile.
One cookie who was lucky enough to escape the throw with no more damage than a lost eye and a smeared tailcoat waddled determinedly forward while several others limped or dragged themselves behind.
Villain cursed. "What is happening?"
"It's not real. it's not real. it's not real," Hero muttered like a ritual beside them. But the cookies were real. And whatever disbelief Hero had been suspending was broken.
Fine. If Hero was going to be useless... Villain reached into the air and yanked their wand out of its pocket and back into reality.
They flicked the wand once, sending a pale coating of slick ice over the living cookies, stiffening their limbs and freezing them to the spot.
"There," Villain said, letting out a slow exhale. "Now I think we should burn--"
Crack.
Crick, crack.
Crick, crack, crackle, crack.
Steam wafted up from each cookie, and as they pressed forward, little fissures spread up the weakened ice-coating.
"Are they...getting hotter?" Villain said.
The embroidery detailing and facial features dripped down the cookie's bodies as they moved pooling in little sweet puddles at their feet. A few cookies picked up the nearby limbs and melded them into the now soft stumps.
"That shouldn't be as disturbing as it is," Hero muttered.
"Ok, I was going easy on you all because you're made of flour," Villain said, "but why don't you try escaping this?"
Villain swished their wand in a circle, this time encapuslating the cookies in a large, solid ball of ice.
Crack.
Villain conjured another layer.
Crick, crack.
Another.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
Another.
The ice ball grew and grew, but for every layer of ice Villain threw up, the cracking only seemed to quicken.
Great billowing clouds of steam filled the room, obscuring the ice prison from view and Villain backed warily toward the living room, grabbing Hero's arm as they went.
There was one final crack; ice shot around the room like shattered glass and a wave of chilly water washed across the floor, seeping through the seams of their shoes.
As the cookies had heated in their prison, they'd mushed together, replacing two dozen zombieish Ginger-Villains with one enormous, thoroughly burnt Ginger-Creature. One beady sugar pearl stared down at them from the gooey burnt icing face.
"Hero, do something!" Villain shouted, digging their nails into the hero's arm.
Hero paused their muttered chant long enough to roar, "I'm trying!"
"What, a walking cookie is too realistic for you?"
"It reminds me of a horror movie! It's hard to disbelieve in things that have that sort of hold in my mind!"
The Ginger-Creature stepped toward them.
Villain waved their wand toward the pool of water on the floor, freezing it into a slick sheet. Unfortunately, they hadn't thought about their own half-submerged feet. As they attempted another step back, they found their blocky heels frozen to the floor.
The creature slipped a little with its next step, but ultimately its heating power left indents in the ice wherever its giant feet moved.
Villain lurched back, but the attempt was fruitless.
"Take off your shoes!" Hero cried, already in their socks and crouching down at Villain's feet and fumbling with the intricate snowflake buckles.
"They're magic shoes," Villain choked. "They don't come off."
"Then detransform! Do something! It's coming!"
Villain grabbed Hero by either side of their face, forcing them to look up at them.
"Hero, I need you're annoying, unimaginative, logical brain to start asking the big questions right now."
Hero stared at them wide-eyed. "I...I..."
"Come on! You always think of something aggravating! Like...how can this cookie see us when its eye is just sugar? How does the light pass through? And even if it does, how is that light processed? Does it have a cookie brain? That doesn't make any sense."
"How can it heat itself?" Hero said, voice a little trembly. "Nothing in gingerbread can conduce its own heat."
"Yeah, and why did the cookies have heat powers anyway when they were supposed to be copies of me?"
"How did it know how to shape itself? It's messed up, but it's still sort of a person. Do all the cookies have a sense of humanity? Do they have separate thoughts? Or are they one cookie hivemind?"
The smell of burnt sugar and ginger was suffocating now. Villain could feel the heat wafting off it as it's burnt foot came into view a mere couple of feet away.
Hero spread their arms out in front of Villain and looked up into the towering cookie's face. “You're not real.”
The gingerbread froze in place. It's entire body shuddered, and then abruptly it crumbled into a pile of blackened cookie dust. The sugar pearl rolled across the floor and into Villain's knee.
They both stared in silence.
Then Villain laughed.
They couldn’t help it. Emotional response maybe. They just laughed and laughed and went weak against Hero's side, grasping for balance around their waist. Hero hugged them with one arm around the head. Villain wasn't sure if they even knew they were doing it, or if the simply needed as much support after that conclusion as Villain did.
"I did it," Hero gasped.
"You did it!" Villain said giddily. "You're so boring, you fantastic stick in the mud you!"
Villain picked up the sugar pearl, rolling it between their thumb and forefinger a couple times, before popping it triumphantly in their mouth. As soon, as the sweetness hit their tongue, words sprang across their mind unprompted.
Merry Christmas, Villain. I'm sorry you didn't like my treat. My next one will be better.
#creative writing#hero x villain#heroes and villains#writblr#secret santa#secretsantasnippets2024#secretsantasnippet2024#writing misfits#happy holidays#merry christmas#christmas fiction#fiction#writeblr
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ho. ly. cow.
it's been a minute, huh??? well hi there, just a quick update from me, your friendly local scavenger animal hiding behind park trash cans: this holiday season sure can...holiday, amiright???
alas, i'm not going to be sharing any snippets in this one since i'm currently focusing on secret santa stuff and to share that would be, y'know, defeating the whole 'secret' part of things 🤫 but i'm really, really hoping to get back into some flash fiction during the final 2 weekends of december, so if you're lookin' for some sort of NYE drabble this year, now's the time to start cookin' those prompt ideas in your brain hehehe
but other than that, as i've been telling my dear, dear, extremely talented bud @unicornaffair (go read her stuff rn i promise you'll thank me), i'm hoping that 2024 will be the year where i can tie off a bunch of loose ends on my wip list. i am. desperate. to finish some of these, hahaha, so for the sake of accountability, i'm gonna throw my (ROUGH) writing plans for the year under a readmore. if you're interested for a sneak peek of what 2024 MIGHT bring, feel free to check it out!
as always, i hope you're all doing as well as you possibly can right now <3 the end of the year can be a tough time for a lot of reasons, so i'm doing my best to take my own advice and take it easy on myself. i hope you are too! <3
Projects I'm focusing on FINISHING:
-Until Dawn CREEPs: Of Mummy Men & Bathtub Soup (so close. so. so close.) -Dragon Age: The Tale(s) of the Champion (ooooh we're halfway there, ahhhhhh it's Hawke with the steel chair) -The Quarry/UD: Like Wringing Blood From a Stone (this one is. extremely fuckin ambitious, but what i've POSTED is ALMOST the halfway point of the story, and i have. a disgusting amount waiting to be posted so who fuckin knows. maybe.)
Projects I've been working on INSTEAD of my priorities and that I'm really hoping to be able to share but refuse to elaborate on because if i get too excited about them i'll forego the projects above:
-UD CREEPs: [Secret Title], a CREEPs fic from Ashley's pov - The fridge ghost returns -UD CREEPs: [Also a secret title], a CREEPs fic from Josh's pov - They JUST finished remodeling! -UD: If Found, Please Return - Sam writes Hannah a letter -UD/TQ: before the dawn, a bad moon rises - Emily Davis gets her hair sniffed -TQ: Fireside Tales - You kids really should've stayed in the lodge like Mr. H told you to -Little Hope: Storytelling 101 - Don't trust the guy running the souvenir shop in the burnt-down witch village. Please. Just don't do it.
Projects that remain up in the air under a flashing ?????? sign but definitely live in my wip folder and stare at me every time i go to write:
-Dragon Age: Well...Shit -UD: THE PIG FIC -UD: A very unexpected Valentine's Day -UD: Fuck No: The Movie: The Beginning -Dragon Age: As-of-yet-unnamed Hawke/Varric fic where they pretend to be married SPECIFICALLY to antagonize a marriage counselor -TQ: Firewatch AU -UD CREEPs: Dr. Hill and the Curator's very own fic, the fic <3
#queenie rambles#one of these days i'm gonna figure out how to be more organized and prioritize things appropriately#today however im going to continue filling notebooks with random projects until something comes together aklsjdfkljs
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Hi friend!! I hope your 2024 is off to a great start!! For the writing goal asks, how about these three?
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Also, while I’ve got your ear, I need you to know that I’m still thinking about your Max secret Santa story and how utterly beautiful it was. I have a whole lot more to say about it, but for now please know that I loved it to bits and pieces.
ALYSSA
These are great questions. Thank you!!!!
I'm so so happy you liked that Max story because...
👻 Is there a new genre you'd like to write?
It's not new really, because two installments already exist, but horror romance. With that fellow Max up there. Creepy-but-soft other-than-human with-eternal-longing Max hits all of my buttons.
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🐌 What is one of your smallest writing goals?
Really it's just to write more. I kinda fell off the wagon in 2023. I think just because I did a couple of remounts (read: easier shows) that I didn't see the year as busy, but it was. So far I have a little less on my plate for the majority of 2024 and I think that will help. I would really love to finish my year of tropes. Perhaps it won't be a year-of anymore, but just a collection and a sometime challenge. I really did try my best though!
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💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!
Right now I'm excited to dig into my modern dom!Pero piece. It's been coming at me out of order and with some weird twists, but now that I've written a scene I'm very excited about, I know what i need to do to make the rest of it go.
I've also been dreaming about the Winter chapter of Leave Off Your Wandering, especially now that it's actually winter and I can more easily imagine snuggling up with a big bear of a Joel while it storms outside....
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writers goals for a new year
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Art Summary 2023
(this post is a mirror of the original on my website - Link)
It's that time of year again.
Another design-y layout. Noticed this year I ended up using a lot more light color schemes than last year. I guess it's because this year I wasn't really feeling the same level of 'edge' and 'excitement'. But that's a point for later on. Before that, let's talk about each piece from this year.
January - Io, meets Io!
The first finished pic of the year. Demonic Io meets Reploid Io! This was made as piece to show off both versions of Io together, and reploid! Io ended up being my PFP on other sites for most of the year.
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February - XZA hangout
This was part of a Secret Valentines exchange for ssshrimpie on Twitter, featuring X, Zero, and Axl together in a group hangout
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March - Io Lounge
Render of Io lounging. This was originally a companion piece to my business card design, originally made to be a postcard design that'd serve a similar purpose. But the idea ended up getting canned & this render stuck around as a page header
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April - Battle with the Lake Demon
This one's a complete reimagining of an older piece of mine for a personal worldbuilding project of mine, spotlighting the main focus of androids hunting demons. Widow, the hunter featured, is about to land the final blow
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May - PC-Mania!
Highlighting since this was the release of my first webseries, PC-Mania! The story of Jade and Iri, two girlfriends where after their computer breaks in a freak accident they have to get a new one... everything goes wrong. This project has had it's ups and downs since then, mostly suffering from post-graduation fatigue + being unable to rebuild a buffer in time. But It's still ongoing & at the time of writing is looking to be finished in 2024.
Available to read on Comic Fury!
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June - MECHA-CHUSSETTS MENTIONED
I'm pretty sure this is the only thing I drew during June because I couldn't find anything else other than this pic of Io as your average New Englander. (for the record, Reploid!Io is from Mecha-chussetts… or Mecha-Chuchets as it's spelled in canon)
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July - Autumn Travels
This year also marks my return to entering zines (the first ones I entered were way back in 2020). I was in two this year; Window to Worlds 2023, and Good Eats: An OC Zine. The one spotlighted is from Window to Worlds & was inspired by fall train trips I did during my time in college.
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August - Me and Io
A self-indulgent pic of me with Reploid! Io. This was more of a test drive for my set-up at home, since my workspace during college was completely different from what I have at home (even with the upgrades I've made since then).
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September - Skibidi-IO
brrr skibidi dum dum dum yes YES
Or in other words I joined a Skibidi toilet collab over on Newgrounds & now I have a pic of Io as an evil toilet hellbent on world domination
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October - Rocket Render
Another snippet from that personal worldbuilding project, this time featuring Rocket, an old android who was built as part of a demon-fighting army, but has since retired to work on a farm and help the surviving populace that way
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November - 9:15 Slushie
5 shorts about the surreal experience of getting a slushie from the convenience store at night, inspired by surreal experiences of my own. It was a black and white comic that was designed to be a something I could easily run copies of at home.
Available to download on Itch.Io, and read on Newgrounds
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December - Hornet!
And finally, my piece for the Newgrounds Secret Santa featuring Blaznthekid's OC, Hornet!
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So, 2023 huh...
Speaking from a personal standpoint, I feel like one hand there was a lot of good that came out of this year for me. I graduated college, I tabled at my first event, I entered 2 zines, I did plenty of comic stuff, and I got back into a hobby after 3 years. But also this year was extremely stressful and demoralizing on many fronts. There's witnessing the industry I went to college for beginning to go under (thanks a lot AI techbros) that started to weigh on me, as well as witnessing & getting reaffirmations on how draconic the art industry is (infact, reading through #comicsbrokeme on twitter reaffirmed my choice to stay indie). But I think a rough post-college transition and struggling to get back on my feet afterwards might've been one of the biggest hurdles in the end.
Think of it like, going from having a studio space and semi-independence & being in contact with IRLs, and then going back home to somewhere better suited to where I was 5+ years ago. Maybe it's because my area's unwalkable, or relationships with my parents have been, wonky to say the least. Or maybe it's the uncertainty of it all. There's a lot.
This year compared to even the rougher parts of 2022 I feel like I've gotten, sadder? & having a lot lower energy. As I hinted at earlier, I think it even shows in my art. I noticed while editing my galleries mid-year that I think I lost some of the 'edge' that my 2022 artwork had. Doesn't mean it's worse, but I do feel it shows the change of energy from past years to now from high-energy to just needing a break.
Last year, I ended on a note about pulling out of pursuing full-time art. Mostly due to realizing how terrible the art world currently is in terms of treating art as "content with value measured by numbers" (ugh...). Though since then, I've decided instead of fully withdrawing from art as a career I'd rather continue to pursue it as a part-time indie artist. Hey, art has always been a dream job after all. Even if I don't want to break into the industry as of now and things are pretty scuffed, I don't think I'd be happy with completely backing out either.
The bigger question now is... what now? I've made loose plans & goals for myself going forward, art-wise I still want to do comics pursue part-time work. But also, I don't really know what the future holds, and that terrifies me. And like last year & the year before it, I don't want to jinx it for myself. Most of my goals for next year are personal & more about continuing to get back on my feet post-college after scrambling and sinking. Some art related, some life related. I don't have to be shooting for the most perfect outcome, I just need to make sure I don't drown.
#art summary#art summary 2023#2023#2023 summary of art#summary of art#everstone art#rambles#also this layout was supposed to be jubeat-inspired but I gave up on the theming halfway through tbh
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