#thanks for a wondeful year

[flamie-42]

Soukoku’s New Year

A little present from me since I havent updated my fics in a little bit, sorry :(

It’s New Year’s Eve, Chuuya gets a mysterious text from his old partner.

Mackerel: come to our place at the port

It’s late and Chuuya is already 2 glasses deep into his celebratory end of year wine he had been saving.

But it’s Dazai and so he begrudgingly puts on his jacket and a scarf. The sound of his motorcycle carries him down the streets until he reaches a warehouse at the end of the docs.

He climbes onto the roof and there he finds his (ex) partner sitting at the peak of the roof. Without saying a word he sits down next to the taller man.

You actually came

He has a tired smile on his face as he looks off into the black abyss of the ocean.

Of course I did

It was the same response he always gave when he got texts like this one.

Why did you text

His tone was standoffish as usual but he proceeded to flop down beside Dazai on the metal roof.

I wanted to see my Chibi! It’s been a while

He was cheerful but Chuuya could see the sadness in his eyes as he spouted his usual nonsense

Yeah I’m sure, what’s the real reason

He had placed his hand on Dazai’s to force the man to look at him instead of avoiding his line of sight. Dazai’s well manicured facade fell as he did so and a more melancholy look appeared on his features

The rest of the agency is throwing a party but….

It seemed as though that thought would go farther but instead he changed his tune and switched topics

Remember our first New Years? I dragged you down here to watch the fireworks and you wouldn’t shut up about how much you hated me?

Chuuya laughed to himself, It had been a long seven years since that date and so much had changed. As he though about all of the previous years a warm body slumped against his shoulder and he could feel Dazai's hair against his neck.

Yeah you made me stay until the fireworks went off and then tried to convince me to kiss you for "good luck in the new year"

He felt a warm laugh from the man lounging on his shoulder at that comment. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and searched for a lighter he knew was stored in his jacket. Not finding it he huffed and motioned to Dazai. Seconds later a small flame bloomed between their huddled form and Chuuya used it to ignite the stick set between his fingers.

What if that's what I'm trying to do this year?

Dazai's muffled voice filtered up to him as he blew a puff of smoke into the darkness. Chuuya looked down to try and see if the bastard was joking or not only to be met with his unruly mop of hair blocking his face as he leaned on Chuuya's shoulder. Without seeing his old partner's face he was unable to know the real intention so he merely scoffed and took another drag of the cigarette in his hand.

mhm sure Dazai

It was the only practical response to make and it seemed to satiate Dazai as Chuuya's attention was drawn away to the sparks of color that began to paint the night sky. A loud boom echoed through the quiet port and Chuuya remembered why they always used to watch the fireworks from this spot. It almost felt as though you were right in front of the bursts as they erupted over the quiet port. He hardly noticed the absence of the weight that had just previously been attached to his shoulder until he felt a hand turn his face to the side.

Dazai was now staring right into his eyes and if Chuuya didn't know better he would have thought there was a slight blush across his cheeks. He leaned in closer until their lips fell together in a much too short kiss. As Dazai pulled back Chuuya was sure that there was a blush adorning his cheeks. As quickly as it had happened Dazai had turned away to look out at the fireworks again.

Chuuya shook his head and decided to ignore what he was sure was a goofy grin on his face. He flicked the stub of the cigarette away and pulled Dazai's face back towards him.

Come back here, Mackerel. I need some more luck

[volturissideslut]

Hiii! I loved your latest angst! Could you do something for the kings(poly) where the reader is being ignored and compared to (just like the last one), but she's a mother figure to the guards? So one day maybe the kings found one of the guards conforting reader while she asks them why she's not enough. With a fluff ending if possible :)

Thank you in advance!

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 (𝕻𝖔𝖑𝖞) + 𝕲𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖉 (𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈)

I don't feel like Aro gets enough spotlight in some of my fics so lets say he's the one to find you

It's a strange feeling, isn't it? Not feeling able to open up to the one's you love most, the ones who are supposed to love you - the ones fated to be with you. And yet that was the exact predicament you seemed to be in at this second.

Sat in the garden they were supposed to grow with you (though it did end up just being you caring for the plants yourself) with your head buried in a shoulder to cry on. But not your lovers, no. Your child's. While biologically you were not the mother to a miss Jane Volturi or a mister Alec Volturi, you could not be happier with the situation you found yourself in with them. It had been so long since they lost their mother to those wretched townsfolk, and yet you seemed to integrate with them so seamlessly. They were fast to trust you, truly a great surprise to others.

But as one fell head over heels for you (platonically, of course) the rest surely did follow not far behind.

"I don't understand" your voice was thick with would-be-tears as you sat side by side with Jane under the willow tree you had grown all those years ago. "Why am I not enough anymore? Why do they not love me anymore? All they do is distance themselves"

A pale hand rakes itself comfortingly through your hair, but no voice follows. Jane, ever the loyal one to her masters, could offer you no answer. She herself couldn't understand their changes.

"Perhaps it is just that they are busy with the preparations for battle, but yet they remain so cold constantly" you sigh, determining it was time to get up and crawl out of this whole of self pity you had dug for yourself. Honestly, you were fully grown and could suck it up for now... right?

However, unbeknown to you, Aro had chosen today of all days to watch over some of the newer guards and make sure the job was getting done well for himself. This had led to him being within earshot of your small doubt-session with Jane (not that he had to be far to hear with vampiric abilities and all)

Had he truly been neglectful of his mate without knowing? Maybe the guard could wait for today, and maybe his and his brothers' personal oversight over the preparations wasn't truly this necessary. And with that, some time was pushed aside with you in mind.

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To say you where surprised when Aro was in his chambers was an understatement. And, wow, how silly does that sound? Why should you be surprised that a man was in his own chambers? But with the way time had been divided lately it still did come as quite a shock to the system.

"Ah, Cara Mia, I was waiting for you. I was wonde- ... Are you quite alright, dear?" He interrupts himself seeing the expression on your face, head tilted to the side. Only when you give him a tight lipped smile and a curt nod does he continue, choosing to ignore your current look of discomfort though it does send a pang to his heart. "Yes, well, as a was sating. I was hoping you would accompany me to a theatre tonight. It has been a while, hasn't it?"

Though before you could answer, Caius, dramatic as ever, storms into the room and almost sweeps Aro's neatly organised chamber into a hurricane. "I came as soon as I heard. Where is she?" Poor Aro almost gets an elbow to the face as Caius spins to look.

"Brother, hush, she is here." long arms drape themselves over you and the smell of books, musk, and trees surrounds you. Marcus' brown hair is pulled into a low ponytail, that being the only reason it isn't sprawled all over you as you're pulled deeply into his chest from behind. When did he even get here?

With a pink to the bridge of his nose, Aro steps to you and holds your face in the palm of his hand. "You should have told us, dearest. You should have let us know instead of putting up this facade. We will always have time for you. I promised you eternity, did I not?"

With a nod from you you're released from Marcus' hold and brought into Aro's.

"That goes for the rest of us as well" a blond bob appears before you and spins you into his own grasp like he has done many times before when you danced. (Marcus and Aro used to get irritated by it, but all is forgiven when they hear you giggle and spin with him, both in the ballroom and now)

"Now, correct me if i'm wrong, but i think we are long overdue some quality time"

[akirasstories]

made by thiamstuff

Somewhere to Belong - 70k

slowburn, fluff, angst and feels, yearning, theo pov

Theo hadn’t really expected to stay this long with Liam’s family. When he first moved into the Geyer-Dunbar household back in January, it was supposed to be a temporary arrangement—a stopgap while he figured out where to go next. But now, as September had rolled around, that “temporary” plan had quietly evolved into something more permanent. The guest room had become his room. And Theo? Theo secretly loved it. Loved how Jenna and Dr. Geyer made him feel part of something real, part of somewhere he could belong. But the best part was Liam. Liam, the stubborn, angry, kind-hearted werewolf, that did not let Theo slip through the cracks. Theo couldn't deny it. He loved him. He loved Liam. Theo had always been good at taking what wasn’t his, and this? This was no different. He wanted this family. He wanted Liam.

this is shameless self-promo bc i am super happy about this story and how it turned out! sure, there is still stuff i don't like but overall, i am proud to say i turned several different snippets i wrote at the beginning of this year into this story :) thank you for all the support and love i've already received. if you are interested, feel free to check it out 🫶

p.s.: this wondeful poster was made by thiamstuff - thank you ily!

[these-written-reveries]

I have a special request

may we have a fluffy platonic oneshot for hawks w/ a reader with four angel wings where they’re a third year at UA but never got a date to prom, so he decides they deserve at least one dance and shows up as their date?

please and thank you 🪽

You absolutely may! I hope I did your request justice! You didn't specify, so I made Reader a hero course student. I know this is a platonic fic, but I can totally see the potential for a friends to lovers story here (don't mind me, I'm just a huge sucker for that trope lol). Thanks for the request! ❤️

Birds of a Feather

‣ Pairing: Keigo Takami/Hawks x GN!Reader (Platonic)

‣ Summary: Your good friend Hawks finds out you don't have a date to prom and decides to fix that problem himself!

‣ Genre: Fluff (angst, if you squint)

‣ Warnings: none

‣ Word Count: 2,042

‣ A/N: UA is considered a university in my fics. I know that universities generally don’t have proms, but this is fiction, so we can pretend whatever we want! Cue: UA third-year prom, feat. Hawks as a surprise guest! Let's go! (P.S. - I was listening to Words by Gregory Alan Isakov as I wrote this. I think it's a very nice song for slow dancing ♡)

➼ Main Masterlist ➼Keigo/Hawks Masterlist

If anyone were to tell you before that you’d end up becoming such close friends with the number two hero, Hawks, you’d never believe them.

To your past self’s shock, it had really happened. How exactly? You weren’t quite sure. Maybe it started on the first day of your internship? He immediately complimented your beautiful set of white tandem wings, asking you questions about them with pure awe and fascination in his eyes. You found it quite endearing of him.

Or maybe it was when you took down your first villain together and realized you made a kick-ass team? After that day, he immediately offered you a permanent position at his agency, once you graduated UA. You couldn’t have been more thrilled to receive this news from someone you had always admired and looked up to.

Perhaps it was after that, when you both bonded over your shared experiences related to having big wings in a mostly-wingless world? That day was one you would always think back on with fondness.

You told him a story about how, one time, you crashed mid-flight into a huge mud pit. You and your friend spent hours removing all the dried clumps between your feathers. He one-upped your story with one of his own, telling you about the time that he came home after fighting a villain with a petroleum oil quirk that had managed to coat his wings with the gooey substance, which made it nearly impossible to fly. After struggling for hours to remove it himself, with little success, he had to embarrassingly enlist the help of his assistant.

“I hope you have her a raise, after that,” you chuckled.

He joined you in your laughter. “Oh, I did. A very generous one, at that. She was a real trooper that day."

The two of you laughed a lot over your shared stories. Both of you were grateful to have a friend that understood the parts of yourselves that most others didn’t, especially Keigo, who barely had anyone he could call a true friend for almost his entire life. It was refreshing, being friends with you.

Because of this, he quickly grew to be extra protective of you, from the moment he took you under his wing. He kept close tabs on you and checked in on you whenever he had the time. It was always so nice getting to hear how things were going for you, how your grades were, and what the newest gossip was at UA. He’d always say, half-jokingly, that if anyone gave you trouble, he'd fly over and put an end to it immediately, which always got a laugh out of you. He just really enjoyed having "normal" conversations with someone about "normal" things, for once—especially since he never got to experience a lot of these things, such as public school or prom. It was fun getting to vicariously live through you, in this way.

Towards the end of his parole shift, he thought about you, wondering if you were having a good time at your prom that night. You had been looking forward to it for a while, telling him about what you planned to wear and who you secretly hoped would be your date. Last he spoke to you, you had yet to confirm an official date to the dance, but he was almost certain that problem was resolved by now. You were a wonderful person with gorgeous looks and an amazing personality, he had no doubt in your ability to acquire many “promposals”, or whatever the kids called it these days.

It wasn’t until he checked the recent post on your social media account that he realized you, in fact, did not have a date.

At first, he was utterly confused.

Why hadn’t you told him? He would’ve gone with you in a heartbeat.

Then, he remembered just how considerate of a person you were. He told you he’d be working late shifts all week and you likely didn’t bother to ask because of that reason.

He looked at the picture of you in your stunning prom outfit before checking the time. A sigh pushed past his lips as he took off into the sky, flying home as fast as he could.

Worst prom ever.

You felt like a total outsider at this place, despite being surrounded by familiar faces and music. Your friends all had dates and were busy having fun with them. Meanwhile, you busied yourself at the punch table, sighing as you poured yourself another cup. Some of the others without dates lingered in this corner of the large room, but none of them seemed all that keen on striking up a conversation with you. They all seemed to be too busy drowning in their own pools of boredom, longing, and self-pity.

You began to wonder why you even came to this event when you knew you didn’t have a date and your friends would all be too preoccupied with their own to entertain you. Well, you knew why, and it started and ended with a giant birdman by the name of Hawks. He had gifted you with a generous sum of money to buy yourself a nice outfit for prom after you had casually brought up in conversation that you were trying to save money for it. He refused to take it back, so you really didn’t have a choice but to use it. You ended up buying a gorgeous outfit that really complimented your wings. In the words of Hawks, you looked like an “ethereal angel”.

After buying the outfit and looking forward to the event for weeks, you couldn’t not go. Not without disappointing yourself, and probably Hawks too. He was always the one telling you that you needed to live life to the fullest and enjoy your experience at UA, while it lasted.

What you weren’t expecting was to feel so down and dejected, lingering by the punch table as you wistfully observed everyone else having fun like a lonely wallflower. You wanted to take Hawk’s advice and try to enjoy the moment anyway, but you found it too awkward to go out onto the dance floor without someone to dance with, and you weren’t too keen on asking someone you weren’t well-acquainted with to dance.

Still, you stole a glance at the other wallflowers in the corner, almost considering the idea.

You didn’t have a chance to, though, because you were distracted by the gasps and squeals of people all across the room. Following their eyes, you found the target of their attention to be a familiar red-winged man, in an unfamiliar looking outfit. An expensive-looking suit with a boutonniere pinned to the left lapel of his suit jacket. He flashed a charming smile and gave everyone a quick wave as his eyes scanned the room, finally landing on you.

You stared in shock as he walked over to you.

“Why, hello there, angel. Fancy meeting you here,” he said, smirking at your shocked expression.

“Hawks! What are you doing here?” you asked him with wide eyes.

He shrugged. “You know the saying, ‘birds of a feather flock together’? I heard my little chickadee was in need of a prom date, so naturally, I flew right over.”

You were aware of everyone’s eyes on you—something you had grown pretty used to after being with Hawks in public a good handful of times—but you were far too surprised to care as you looked him up and down.

“Your outfit. The colors match mine…”

“Of course they do. What kind of prom date do you think I am? I think what you mean to say is, I look handsome, right?” he teased.

You giggled at this. He always found a way to get you laughing with his witty remarks.

Nodding, you smiled up at him. “You do. Thank you for coming. You really didn’t have to do this.”

He gave you a small eye roll. “I wouldn’t be here unless I wanted to. And you deserve a proper prom experience. That said…”

Your eyes grew wide as he pulled out a beautiful corsage from behind his back. The flowers matched your outfit and his boutonniere perfectly.

"Hawks..." You couldn’t help the tears that began to build in your eyes.

"Oh, don't cry, angel! Your eyes will get all red and puffy! That's no good for prom pictures!" he said, brow scrunched in concern as he looked at you, partially wondering if he’d done something wrong, until you spoke.

"Sorry, it's just...nobody has ever done anything like this for me before. I was really thinking I'd be ending tonight on a bad note, until you showed,” you confessed, carefully wiping the underside of your eyes.

Keigo offered you a sympathetic smile as he stepped forward, holding out his hand, palm up. You held your left hand out to him and watched as he slipped the corsage onto your wrist.

"Well, let's make the most out of the time we have left. I know I kinda arrived last minute, but I also managed to make some arrangements for us that I think you’ll enjoy,” he said.

You looked at him, curious and confused. “What do you mean? Are we leaving?”

“Nope! We’re staying right here! Just us, the photographer, and the DJ,” he smiled, turning to look at the room, which was now completely empty, save for the two people he had mentioned.

How had you missed that?

“H-How?” was all that you could get out, as you looked around the room.

“The dance is technically over now, so I just extended our time a bit. Made a couple calls on my way here, bribed a few people, and here we are!” he explained, cheerfully.

You tried not to let your emotions get the better of you as you looked at him in astonishment.

“Hawks…I don’t even know what to say.”

He chuckled. “Well, I hope you’ll know what to say in response to my next question. There is only one right answer, so that narrows things down for ya’.”

You looked at him curiously, feeling a small pang of nervousness in your stomach as you awaited his question.

He bent forward into a bow, his eyes remaining locked with yours as he extended his right hand to you, his lips curved into a playful smile.

“May I have this dance?”

All nervousness instantly vanished and was replaced by pure giddiness as a bright smile overtook your face.

“Yes, you may,” you said, giggling as you placed your left hand in his.

He led you out to the middle of the dance floor and gave a nod to the DJ, who began playing a slow song through the surrounding speakers.

Turning to face you, Keigo gently grasped your right hand with his left, holding it near his chest. You smiled a bit sheepishly as you placed your free hand on his left bicep, just as he placed his right hand onto your middle back.

The two of you began to sway to the music. After a moment, you felt more at ease, finding that you seemed to move more naturally with each slow beat of the music.

You smiled at him. “I can’t thank you enough for doing all of this for me.”

Keigo earnestly returned your expression. “This is the least I can do for my special, feathered friend. I’m only sorry I couldn’t make it sooner.”

You scoffed. “Please. This is more than enough.”

“I’m glad you’re happy, angel.”

“I really am. Best prom ever,” you beamed at him.

Your contagious smile elicited a happy chuckle from him as he spun you around, being careful of your wings as he did so.

He pulled you back towards him and the two of you continued to dance together, laughing when you bumped him with your wings or when he accidentally stepped on your foot a little. You couldn’t have been happier, nor more grateful. Not only did you get the most perfect prom experience, but you got to spend it with your favorite red-feathered friend.

Like true birds of a feather, you knew you’d be flying together for a long time to come.

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[hexy-lynesdein]

The Traveler & her Path Behind

“Wounds suffered, lessons learned.”

I think the most prominent part about episode 4 other than it being Alice's trial— wherein she was able to ended her generational curse for once and for all; changing something that she thinks “wasn't real”, is that you get to see how it affecting her.

How Alice realizes that she was angry at her mom who was only trying to save her. Lorna did everything in her power to protect Alice in any way she could. So that even if she was no longer present on Alice's life— her protection through the song, in which she pours all of her love for her daughter into, would persist. Thanks to the people who sang that song with as much passion as how Lorna is writing it for Alice.

And I love how she learned all of this from a journey with a broken coven, each filled with covenless witches who had their own issues. But even though they are hardly a “true” coven— they were there for Alice. They sat there with her on that campfire, talking about each scars that they had, so that she wouldn't feel so bad about hers. And for once, she felt that hole in her heart was slowly filled with warmth. That similar type of warmth that she's been missing for ages.

Alice has always been angry all her life. It's easier for her to get angry and blame something instead of grieving it. Because being angry is relatively easier than grieving because you feel like you are in control of your life, you get this power to push through from that fire burning in you. But unlike anger, grief is far from that. It's that feeling of hollow and emptiness— that you acknowledge something was no longer yours. It's gone and you have to accept that. You will eventually move on and there might be something else that will replace it. You will learn to live side by side with this pit that sits with you and it will left you in a vulnerable state, and that's not alright. It's hard to said it'll be alright when it clearly didn't. But eventually, you'd move on. People always do. That's just how life is always been.

And for once, when the cause of Alice's angers was no longer there— and that she was finally free from it after a long time of suffering, she felt nothing but sadness.

This is a simple phrase if it were to be said by anyone. However, it held much bigger weight when it was Lilia who said that.

Lilia being the oldest witch from the coven. Lilia who's been alive for 400+ years. Lilia who made it this far in life, seeing all the horrors, and the tragedies that humanity experienced— the malice that lurked in their hearts. She's seen it all. She saw their path and “destination”; but mostly their destination because of her gift. That's almost all the thing she ever saw throughout her life up until now. Not to mention the flow of time that seems to be never standing with her.

It makes her angry. Because she saw it all. Lilia has seen their death. The causes and what's about to happen. But there is nothing she could do about it. She warns them. She tells them. And it didn't change anything. There's nothing she could do about the outcome. Because her task as a seer isn't supposed to change. She's there to observe — to see. And that alone upsets her. She turned away from her gift. Unwilling to use something that is a part of herself. For years. Decades. Probably centuries. Because why would she be? Death is all she'd seen. Why would she want to subject herself into something that would hurt her? Something that would only make her sad? And that's why, in the end, she resorted into being a con artist. Masking herself behind something that was not Lilia Calderu the chased-out-of-every-village-for-accurately-predicting-tragedies; running away from her true self.

Lilia already lost count on how many days and nights that she yearns for a change. To be able to do something for once. Flashes upon flashes would appear on the peripheral of her vision. About her coven. Her family. Her sister in the craft. And often times she wondered if a miracle would happened again in her life.

And it finally did.

When Agatha Harkness recruited Lilia to joined her coven, she almost wanted to spat. No one with a sane mind would willingly joined her coven. But fate always has its own ways with Lilia as her future self went back into that fateful day, where she write down the name of her new coven. Assigning herself to embark into a treacherous journey with a group of people that she, somehow, has quite a lot in common.

From there, she learns again what it feels to have a coven and be in a coven. Each trials they faced with death and their worst nightmare following in their step. But at least they are together this time. Lilia is not alone and maybe she could actually count on these people. Perhaps the walk down on this road with the infamous Agatha Harkness is going to change her. Maybe she still couldn't prevent deaths but at least she could piece up something that she has been missing. A part of herself that she was trying so hard to ignore— a part of herself that yearns for some form of connections through sisterhood.

And she finally got it again. She saw Jennifer who's capable of saving a life while being bound. Changing the outcome of Teen's life. She saw Alice fighting, oh ever so bravely, and full of fire. Ending her family's generational curse for once and for all — changing something that she thought she couldn't. She's seen all the struggles and how it impacts them.

And there they sat in that campfire, after the fire-trial. Sharing their own scars as an attempt to make Alice felt better about herself. Lilia saw the sadness that lingered on the once fierce and full of fire woman. She's seen it and she acknowledge it, she knows that feeling all too well. Lilia feels like she saw a piece of herself on her new coven members yet again, and she felt the urge to give Alice one last words of comfort, “Sad is better than angry”. And maybe that words is not enough to fully filled the hole in Alice's heart on its own, but as long as it means that Lilia could have a chance to do something for her sisters in the craft instead of running away again or being indifferent like how she always do— then that's fine. It's okay. She will take those chances.

And Alice? Alice is grateful to hear that from Lilia— who lives longer than her, who suffers worse things than her, and who knows so much more than her. Because to be loved, is to be seen and heard. And now Alice is surrounded with love.

[leaperfr0gg]

2025 Legend of Zelda Febuwhump

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Day 1: Vocal Cords

Day 2: Holding Back Tears

Day 3: Pinned Down

Day 4: Hive Mind

Day 5: Not Trusting Reality On The Run [ALT Prompt]

Day 6: Forced to Stay Awake

Day 7: Alternate Timeline Self

Day 8: Bleeding Out

Day 9: Necromancy

Day 10: Magic Exhaustion

Day 11: Demonic Possession

Day 12: Used as Practice

Day 13: "I Don't Trust Anyone Else"

Day 14: Becoming the Monster

Day 15: Icarus

Day 16: Eaten Alive

Day 17: Power Instability

Day 18: Living Weapon

Day 19: Death Wish

Day 20: "I Did Good Right?"

Day 21: Put on Display

Day 22: "Grab the Little One"

Day 23: Gunshot Wound Body Horror [ALT Prompt]

Day 24: Forced to Beg

Day 25: Bound and Gagged In Another Life [ALT Prompt]

Day 26: Concealing an Injury

Day 27: Post-Victory Collapse

Day 28: Recovery

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Side note,

Thank you to the @febuwhump community for creating all of these wondeful prompts! I've had a blast with all of them, this challenge had me step out of my comfort zone and work with and inprove parts of my artwork I've been struggling in or just lacking. I can't wait for next year to see the next prompts!

[ghoulsbeard]

2025 fic TBR tag from @elfroot-and-laurels :) very fun idea thank you Laurie… the idea is you pick nine (or however many you want) fics that you plan to read this year, and post screenshots of their titles.

( I did summaries for each fic bc of who i am as a person but thats not at all required... )

dont have as many stories bookmarked for later as i usually do, this was kind of tough... to any and all wandering writers, please send a link to your fic in the comments, I’d love to read it :]

passing the tag to @dandenbo @isayashai @aphota @nuwanders @dreadfutures @waterbearable @lichposting @jiubilant @lemon-embalmer @spectrumcore @nine-blades @ehlnofay if you are interested, no pressure, & to anyone who’d like to grab the tag

ok i have seven to talk about…

currently reading ghostwise’s matacuervos - one of the best DA fics i have ever had the honor & pleasure to read. what i enjoy about good DA fics is they are head and shoulders better than the canon while utilizing what makes the canon enjoyable, and this fic is a perfect example. masterful worldbuilding especially for Antiva and the Antivan Dalish, a deeper view of the people and places within Zev’s past, Crow politics, local unions, resonant & poetic prose, fantastic character writing for an ensemble cast— and i must shoutout the incredible arc for Zevran especially. if you are a DA fan and haven’t read matacuervos yet, what are you waiting for… go read it…!!!

rereading oopsallmabari’s FBaGS a DA:I longfic following a noble-born mage of Ostwick as she struggles to adapt to life outside of the Circle, reckon with her magic, chantry politics, the threat of the world ending and her dangerous job as the face of the second inquisition. Grounded and thoughtful, this story explores the nitty-gritty of life during the game’s plot, follows an intriguing woman through her portion of the story as well as a slowburn romance beneath the main narrative action (very satisfying). Thanks to this fic, I was drawn into the inner lives of characters that I had not thought about much before! I am enjoying the reread and I think the story has either recently updated or may update soon…

planning to begin wispstalk’s Ten Days’ Walk which explores the span of time after the sacking of Kvatch, before Martin is ensconced at Cloud Ruler… aka his last free air… I am very excited to give it a go, i hear it will be character focused… really enjoyed Idle in Their Thrones by the same author, nice returning to the cast… :)

vita practica is the series, velut fructus is the fic i am currently reading/preparing to read a second time after zooming through the first and bawling my eyes out. watching the game it’s drawn from but as it’s historical fiction i need to read more of the philosophers and notable figures who appear therein… esp Cato… and on the culture of the era to appreciate the prose’s grace notes... tremendous fics overall; exquisitely penned, perfectly paced, with an incisive writer’s eye finding the marrow of each scene and character…cant praise these enough.

currently reading elfroot-and-laurels’ LOHC, a DA:O longfic tracing a dual HoF worldstate where two Cousland cousins join the wardens together... My favorite aspect of this fic is the alternating POVs, each of the two women develop unique relationships with companions that reveal new sides to themselves and their friends/lovers; the interiority of their hopes, fears, loves, preconceptions, etc deepens the game’s narrative in a very personal way.. I also enjoyed the breadth of worldbuilding done for the grey wardens & for ferelden as a whole… fell behind on new chapters, catching up this year

wyllzel’s Common Concepts is a richly plotted romance that meshes Wyll and Lae’zel’s romance routes together, and also explores their individual arcs as they fall in love. It is meticulously written and filled with charming banter, snappy fights and encounters, crunchy DND stuff and insightful character exploration. Only three chapters long and wonderfully penned. I never got around to reading the last chapter </3 which gives me a perfect excuse to reread from the beginning

rereading nuwanders’ King and Lionheart a sweeping TESV longfic following two siblings, their cousin, and the Dovahkiin herself. I love the depth & breadth of this fic, each character POV is filled with personality and quirks of their narration and broadens a different part of the game, so much deft and thoughtful world expansion. Beautifully paced. I love the slow build of each character’s arc… some great slower burning romance in this story as well (smiles serenely)… enjoying the reread

[badfanfictionaire]

The road before him was, thankfully, bathed in moonlight.  There were no street lights on this long and winding strip.  He was headed to meet his new assistant on the case he’d been working, since his last assistant turned out to have a weak stomach.  Which, wasn’t helpful when it came to investigating things of the supernatural variety.  Alien gunk can be pretty damn disgusting. 

His new assistant was a transfer from the Los Angeles office, he hoped she was ready to battle the rainy Washington weather…

He pulls up outside the airport departures section and puts the van in park.  Within moments there’s a light rap on his window, and he looks over to see a petite strawberry blond smiling at him.  Christ, he thinks, she’s barely over five feet.  It figures, the FBI wasn’t going to fork over one of their top field agents to help work on his cases.  No one ever really believed in his work, despite the evidence he’d been collecting for nearly a decade. 

He rolls the window down. 

“You must be Special Agent Cunningham.”

“Chrissy is fine,” she says, “And you must be Special Agent Munson?”

“Eddie is fine,” he says with a grin, “Well, climb aboard.”

“Thank you for picking me up, a cab ride would have cost me an arm and a leg.”

“Of course, gives me a chance to get to know you better anyhow.”

He looks her over and tries not to let his eyes linger too long for fear of being creepy. She’s got a long dark coat, black slacks, black low heeled boots, and a soft gray sweater.  Her hair is tied back with a thick black bow.  

“Well, what would you like to know?” 

“Why do you want to work in this department?”

She chuckles, “Right to the point, huh? Well, because… Do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?” 

“Um, you know, just on a daily basis.”

“I actually joined the FBI specifically to work supernatural cases,” she says shyly, “Because I’ve seen… things.  Things I can’t explain.”

“UFOs, UAPs, ETs, that sort of thing?” 

When she giggles he can see the slight crookedness of her two front teeth. 

“When I was a little girl, one of my classmates, Barbara Holland, she just… disappeared.”

“And you suspect it was an abduction.”

“I do,” she nods, “All the witnesses were just kids, the police didn’t believe any of what they said.  But I’ve never forgotten it, any of it.  And years later I had my own out-of-body experience.  Things like that really make you question if we’re alone in this solar system.”

“You know, I like you already Chrissy. Most people give me some textbook answer, but not you.”

“Well, I’m not very textbook,” she says with a smirk, “What about you, why’d you want to work this department?”

“Not too dissimilar a story to yours actually.  A kid in town, Will, he was missing for a week and when he was found he claimed he’d been trapped in some sort of parallel dimension.  What he described was… unexplainable, at least with traditional science.”

“But you believed him.”

“Yeah, I did. I knew Will, he wasn’t one to lie.”

“Where is he now?”

“I wish I knew,” he says wistfully, “He and his boyfriend moved away after graduation, none of us ever heard from them again.  Will was never right after what happened, can’t say I blame him.  The stuff I’ve seen on the job, if it’s anything like what he saw when he was taken? Life changing, and not in a good way.”

They pull up at the address she’d given him, a sad-looking motel.  

“Well, this is me. Thanks again for the ride.”

“They didn’t hook you up with an apartment?”

“They did, but a pipe broke, so now it’s being repaired before I can move in. Who knows how long that’ll take.”

“Stay with me in the meantime,” he blurts. 

“You barely know me,” she says, blushing.

“I have a guest room,” he assures, “And two cats, do you like cats?”

She grins. “I love cats.”

“Great, Mulder and Scully are going to love you then.”

He pulls away from the motel and gets back on the main road, once again thankful for the moonlight keeping the road ahead illuminated.  The stars twinkle above them, and Eddie can’t help but wonder how many of them are actually alien space crafts scanning the Earth.  Someday he would know, when they gave him an actual stipend.  For now, he was going to have to make do with investigating the paranormal here on the ground, with his new right-hand gal.  He was starting to like this new assignment a lot more than he’d anticipated.

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(Read on AO3)

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hello good to hear from you again. I was wondeing if your were planning to continue 16 year from the last ronin anytime soon? If yes can you tag me please? Thanks.

I wasn't really planning on continuing 16 Years😅

I'm happy to know that people still read it, because I'm actually quite proud of it. I had an idea for a chapter following the reader, Yoshi, Yoshi's younger sibling, and how they lived together with April, Casey Marie and the new generation of mutant turtles. However, it would be implied that Mikey died just like in cannon.

I decided to shelf that idea, when I started getting some very intense messages from people, wishing I continued the story. That in it self is okay. I don'y mind people feeling strongly about what I write - it's kind of the point of writing - making people feel thing. That turned into people asking me to give Mikey a happy ending, and to be honest, that didn't feel right for my story. But I did sit for quite some, trying to see if I could make it work with Mikey surviving, but I just couldn't. It didn't feel right, and it felt forced, so I kept pushing it away.

I finally decided to stop any continuation of 16 Years, when I started getting messages from people, stating that they would hurt themselves if I didn't give Mikey a happy ending. Given the nature of the messages, I hope they were joking, but decided not to take any chances.

Strangely enough, this is the only story I've experienced this kind of reception with. I take it as a sign that people really like it, which I understand. I was full on crying while writing the first chapter. But the messages of self harm I've received has really put me off the idea of continuing 16 Years, happy ending or not.

I'm sorry for unloading all of this unto you, but I felt like it was time to give an actual explanation, as I to this day, still receive questions about 16 Years. Maybe one day in the future I might write a story for TLR!Michelangelo, that gives him a happy ending, but for the moment being, I don't really have any😅

[risingshards]

Sting's final match was so so SO perfect. For the guy who'd always lose when asked and got booked to be such a goober over his career and got such a shitshow wwe run...to see that guy get such a triumphant good defeats evil close to his career, to see him get an undefeated streak in aew....ugh. It's wondeful.

Sting is a wrestler that's really important to me. I didn't watch in like peak 90s wrestling times, but I remember when my brother made a CAW of Sting in HCTP that my 10 year old self was like "that is the coolest wrestler ever." and it took until TNA in january 2006 when he debuted on final resolution, the first wrestling ppv I ever convinced my family to order teaming with my all time #1 wrestler Christian Cage (ty to christian for being genuinely such a nice person to me) for me to be like "oh my god stings fucking awesome?!?!"

In 2014 I had a really shitty life situation. and it fucked me up and I was rocked completely and lost. And I retreated to my partner's house at the time and wrapped myself up in blankets and put on survivor series and sting showed up in wwe. and in all the maelstrom of my life i got to escape for a second and be like. "ok. sting is here. things will be okay. justice will be served." and that was incredibly comforting to me. sting's wwe run endied up being fucking terrible and like my thirtieth "oh god wwe sucks and is horrific for my mental wellbeing" thing. but that debut pulled me away from the bad times.

flash forward to 2020. and the shitty life situation repeated itself like shot for shot. i was lost again. and wouldn't you know it, sting debuts in aew like a day after it happened. and i got to escape again. justice would be served. the good guys win in the end. thankfully, sting's aew run would be so much better than the wwe one and was so so perfect.

so today's very emotional for me. a maybe childish (?) part of me is like "if that thing happens again what do we do if sting doesnt show up and make it feel alright?" but the way sting got to defeat the bad guys one more time, to fight against evil (against the young bucks who were deliciously perfect villains for sting and darby) and to WIN, to not go out like old yeller like every other wrestler retirement angle, is so important to me. sting go to be a fucking real life superhero fighting against evil in the wacky unreal world of wrestling, and helped me through the bullshit, and makes me want to keep fighting in spite of everything. wrestling is silly and weird and seen as fucking stupid bullshit to many who don't watch, but fucking hell I dunno if i'd be here without it, and without people like sting being those kinds of heroes who make the fight worth it. so thank you sting, for everything.

[blacktofade]

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🐝 tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

I'm so lucky to have so many wonderful people in my life but I'll narrow it down to the following: @ebonybow Actual love of my life and every day I am so thankful that we met and share a brain. @pinetreelady A constant source of happiness in my life for SO MANY years now (and also the person who introduced Fie and I so I owe her everything). @fille-lioncelle Lets me ramble and rant about ANYTHING and is honestly the sweetest person to chat with about fandom and life and will absolutely get an invite to my wedding!! @stephstiel and @graculuss MY GROTZONE PALS!! It started with wrestling, but our friendship is forever now! You're both so kind and easy to talk to and I would be lost without you both! @iggyuessimhere An absolutely WONDEFUL person who understands how to be fully deranged in the best way. Also bird friend!!!

[quill-q]

I adore Never Tickle A Sleeping Dragon. It’s truly one of the great masterpieces of fanfiction. And one that I’ve been reading for years…I think I started reading back in 2022(?). Not quite sure of the timeline, but it was the chapter where Laena died.

Anyway, I was wondering if you had plans to post a side fic to compile the art you’ve done for it? I was rereading recently and I’d almost forgotten about the drawings of Norbert and Hariel, and that map of Crackclaw point. I don’t want to call them ‘buried’ as they are now, but…idk, it woud be wondeful to have an ‘art book.’ Maybe make a series and have the art book fic be the second entry?

Of course, it’s all up to you!

(And man, your art is gorgeous and your writing is next level. I’m almost jealous, but I’m more filled with admiration. The years of hard work you’ve spent developing your skills shows in your work. You’ve earned every bit of excellence.)

Oh wow, what an incredibly nice message to find in my inbox! The sort of message where I don’t know how to express just how much I appreciate that you took the time to write it. Because I do put in a lot of effort into my writing and drawings, and I love it because they’re my hobbies, but still; it’s so, so nice to hear that someone else has enjoyed either one too. This is so very kind of you to say.  

I’m really pleased you’ve enjoyed reading Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon, and that you’ve kept with the story so long too! The chapter where Laena died was written in 2022, you’re right. Thank you for the patience with the updates!  

And maybe I will post a side-story to Never Tickle' and add in my drawings and maybe some drafts there. I have done that (posted a side-story) for every other long story I’ve written, except for this one. I don’t have quite as many drawings for Never Tickle' compared to some other stories, but I have actually considered doing it for a while. I just wasn’t sure it would serve a purpose, but the fact you are suggesting it here shows at least some would find it useful! That’s good to know. Thank you so much!

And once again; thanks for the message and for reading the story!

[just-a-lil-otter]

13 and 6 for both and 7 for Vennie

Oc ask thingy!!

6. Who are your friends in this town? (other spooky month oc's can be included!)

Vennie - "well let's see- there's my darling Greg, all those sweet little kiddies I watch over, The Eyes, and I suppose I could count that one guy that summoned me years ago- what was his name again? I can't recall."

(He means Skid's dad)

Smokey - "yes, many friends. There's Skid, Pump, Mr. Otto(my oc), Mr. Ethan, Mr. Kevin, Mr. Radford, Mr. Streber, and Mr. Rick(theyre all a big friend group in my hc). Mr. Radford is Mr. John's nephew and he sometimes let's me tag along with his group when Dad and Mr. John are busy."

7. Are you dating anyone right now? If not, are you interested in a partner later in life?

Vennie - "OH I'M DATING THE MOST WONDFUL LITTLE HUMAN PRIEST HE'S JUST SO SWEET AND CARING AND- [very long excited in-love rambling here]"

13. The town is a bit dangerous from time to time. Can you fight? Can you protect yourself? Are you willing to kill?

Vennie - "I mean- I'm immortal, nor can I get hurt, so I'm fine. But I kill almost daily for my little work :3"

Smokey - "Dad doesn't like it when I hunt for myself. Especially when it's a human. I haven't hunted a human since the day he and Mr. John found me. I don't want Dad and Mr. John mad at me :["

(And yes he can defend himself- he's very strong thanks to being able to shapeshift and isn't afraid to defend himself and his family)

[shinondraws]

I have officially survived all 14 events of 2023.

It's been a fucking wild year but it is giving me hope and strength. The response I get from people who are in any contact with my art business is only super positive. I feel like I have entered a space that cultivates creativity and appreciation for art and I have met so many wondeful people this way.

I am very grateful for all the opportunities I have had and I'm also proud that I had the guts to say yes to and follow through so many plans this year. I feel like by seeing how dar I can go has given me valuable information on what's worth it and what's possible.

I always feel a bit ashamed to talk about money but I feel like it's imrpotant to sometimes to lessen the Stigma of making money with art. I don't have the exact figures but I have a gut feeling that my art business revenue is on par with my annual salary as a full time working architect. Ofc what's actually left after taxes and expenses is much much less but it's nothing to scoff at.

I'm hardworking and persistent but a lot of what I have achieved has been made possible by you people and by your appreciation of art. Thank you for supporting what I do, be it by buying something or just saying you like my stuff. It means the world to me.

I'm only gonna keep moving and keep setting new goals. I have dreams and entire universes in my head, waiting to be get out there.

We'll find out what 2024 brings!

[londonfoginacup]

Emmu's advent fic rec's and candy school - where I have to google at least half of the drinks and snacks you suggest to pair with the fics because I have noe idea what it is. I'm feeling very inspirated. Stacked up on wonderful fics and craving candy I've never heard about before you began teasing❤

But honestly, thank you for all your wondeful work. I haven't read all the fics you've suggested, but I find myself waiting for the post every day. It's like part of december now, it's so cosy and atmospheric🎄❤

ANON LISTEN!!!!!

I made a WHOLE FUCKING LIST. 25 DAYS OF DRINKS AND COOKIES. And then, halfway through compiling my recs, I accidentally RECYCLED THE PAGE. So things get a little... hectic around now. If I repeat drinks i APOLOGIZE.

Also dude I just had official "wassail" this year and it was fucking delicious. 10/10 do recommend.

Also lowkey I think I started including the drinks rec years ago entirely because starbucks had a snickerdoodle latte and I was so obsessed and then they NEVER BROUGHT IT BACK rip snickerdoodle latte.

All that being said omg thank you, that means so much to me kjfhdskjfdshkfjsd I so often feel like im just shooting shit into the void with these recs and countdowns and fics and art hahahahaha MEANS A LOT UR SO KIND

[endof-vanity]

Five Questions for Five Mutuals - TDJ Edition!

Thank you @gaylilsherlock for the tag <3

Who is your favourite character (s) from TDJ?

It has to be kang yohan. my pathetic little meow meow, who is also a byronic antihero, who is also just someone's gay uncle. he contains multitudes <3

What is your favourite episode?

I'd need to do a throrough rewatch before I could comment but i did see ep 4 again recently and that was a banger

Where do you see your favourite character in 10 years?

I hope he is peacefully retired from law, and deeply immersed in some other job with far lower stakes that he can get strangely passionate about. i think he tried to retire fully for maybe a year and got bored so he picked up a small job rehoming cats for something to do :3

he is of course still living with gaon and elijah comes to visit often

Why do you think The Devil Judge fandom continues to this day? (We still see art and fics published and people continue to engage. Considering the show ended 3 years ago with only 16 episodes, this is a feat - at least to me)

Both the incredible construction of the show, and the love that it inspired in people. It's a show rich with ideas and themes that provoke strong feelings (justice, abuse of power, religion, family, yohan's weird brother thing), it's deeply powerful, and its just plain good.

How did you find The Devil Judge? (What made you watch?)

I watched Beyond Evil first and stumbled across tdj through tumblr and the wondeful community that around these shows !!