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500-moths-in-a-trenchcoat · 11 months

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for the new year, i have decided to make a couple edits and additions to the almighty Calendar. happy 2024.

IT JUST HAPPENS

DAY 15 GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

Thursday the 20th

The Fifth of Wednesday

Second Week of May: Eurovision

Sometime in June: That One Halloween Post Starts Circulating

Sometime in July: Dancing Pumpkin Man Video/Gif

WEEKLY EVENTS (at least the ones i celebrate)

Every Monday: Garfield Hates Mondays

Every Tuesday: Tom Servo Tuesday

Every Wednesday: It Is Wednesday My Dudes

Every Thursday: Out of Touch Thursday

Every Friday: Flat Fuck Friday

Every Saturday: Sea Slug Saturday

Every Sunday: Energy Sword Sunday

YEARLY EVENTS

January 1: Copyright Expiration Day

January 8: Spiders Georg Day

January 16: Appreciate a Dragon Day

January 18: Bug Race

January 29: Threshold Day

All of February: Funguary

ALSO All of February: Femslash February

February 3: WOE, VANILLA EXTRACT BE UPON YE

February 13: Galentines Day

February 14: Aromantic/Asexual Day

March 9: Miku Day

March 10: Mario Day

March 14: Pi Day

March 15: Ides of March

March 23: Ever Given Got Stuck Today

April 1: Mishapocalypse

April 2: Dashcon Announcement Anniversary

April 3: Dannypocalypse

April 8: Rex Manning Day

ALSO April 8: MARGARET THATCHER IS DEAD

April 13: Neil Banging Out The Tunes

ALSO April 13: Homestuck Day

April 20: haha 420 blaze it

April 25: The Perfect Date

April 28: Ed Balls Day

April 30: It's Gonna Be May

All of May: Mermay

May 3: Beginning of Dracula Daily

May 4: May the 4th Be With You

May 5: Revenge of the Fifth

May 25: The Glorious 25th of May

All of June: Pride Month

ALSO All of June: IT'S HALLOWEEN TIME TO GET SPOOKY

June 5: Barricade Day

ALSO June 5: RONALD REAGAN IS DEAD

June 12: Another Homestuck Day

June 16: Let Papyrus Say Fuck

June 22: Summerween

All of July: Disability Pride Month

July 13-15: Dashcon Anniversary

July 20: Moon Landing

September 8: The Queen Is Dead and Sans Undertale Killed Her

September 11: Mole Interest Monday

September 19: Talk Like A Pirate Day

September 21: DO YOU REMEMBER-

All of October: SKELETON WAR

ALSO All of October: People Draw A Lot Month? (so many names)

October 3: Mean Girls Day

ALSO October 3: Fullmetal Alchemist Day

October 13: Treat Yo' Self

October 20: Unnecessary Feelings Day

October 31: HALLOWEEN

November 5: honestly what didn't happen that day

November 19: Goncharov

November 29: HENRY KISSINGER IS DEAD

All of December: Will the Gävle Goat Get Destroyed Again?

December 10: Please, It's Christmas

December 12: Hawaii Part 2

December 23: Christmas Adam

December 24: ALMOST CHRISTMAS MEANS IT WASN'T CHRISTMAS

ALSO December 24: Cabinet Man Day

December 27: Porn Ban Effective Today

#there's definitely more but i'm not versed enough in this #tumblr holidays #add more in the tags/comments please #look i'm trying my best here i've been on tumblr for just over a year at this point #tumblr #tumblr calendar #it's complete. now i may rest.#holidays

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jungle-angel · 5 months

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Believe (Miles Miller x Reader)

Summary: Christmas Eve and Christmas Morning with your husband and his family is nothing less than magical

Warnings: Parenthood, mentions of birth etc.

Tagging: @lewmagoo Leah I had "Believe" by Josh Groban for the Christmas/Holiday themed writing and I'm very, very happy and grateful to be able to have done so. I hope you're ok with Benny and Jesse being included in the fic and I do apologize immensely, Dad!Miles Miller has been on the brain alot lately. I hope either way you enjoy this and that you and your family have a very Merry Christmas too. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🎄🎄🎄🎄

Miller Land

Bozeman, Montana

Christmas Eve

Miles carried a very heavily sleeping Benny upstairs, the rest of the nieces and nephews having gone to bed after the nine millionth rerun of The Grinch cartoon and after the grown-ups had all cleaned up the dishes from dinner. Outside it was snowing heavily, but in your home, the white lights from the Christmas tree and all the decorations, the crackling and snapping of the logs in the fire and the lingering smell of the prime rib roast having slow cooked in the oven, made it all worthwhile and cozier than it ever had been.

"Dada?" Benny chirped, waking suddenly.

"Go back to sleep Benny bear," Miles hushed, patting the two year old's back.

Miles carefully placed him in his bed and tucked Benny in under the wool blankets and the duvet that made it more like a weighted blanket than anything else. He tucked Benny's puppy in beside him before heading down the hall to your shared room where you were tucking Baby Jesse in for the night.

"There we go lovebug," you cooed, covering him with the checked flannel Christmas blanket. You tucked in his little teddy bear beside him before carefully putting his little blue knit cap on his head. He was so little and precious, only two weeks old, but so sweet and quiet, barely ever fussing unless he was hungry.

"Merry Christmas Jesse," Miles murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his little cheek and gently scratching his belly.

You and Miles turned out the lights and climbed into bed, the both of you warm and a little worn out from the evening's events. All of your family and friends had descended en-masse to the ranch and dinner had been no less than eventful. A group of St. Lucia carolers had come from town, all in red and white with the candle wreaths around their heads, singing and bringing baskets of Lusskatter, the sweet cinnamon rolls that the owner of your favorite general store made in her cafe every year. You, Miles and the rest of the family had been no less generous, sending them on their way with fresh loaves of bread, soft and cakey gingerbread cookies and little cannisters of hot mulled drinks to keep out the frigid Montana winter.

"You have a good night handsome?" you whispered, gently caressing his face.

"Hmmmm, wish it didn't have to be once a year," Miles mumbled.

You had wished it many times yourself. Those army years had been tough despite Miles being able to get leave every year at Christmas. Yet despite the hardship, you had gotten through it. It was a long, hard slug, but with the loving support of his parents and each other, you both got through it and had come out better than most others would have, believing in each other to the fullest.

You wanted to cry when you saw the sleepy, loving smile on your husband's face. It stirred something so wishful and so dreamlike in your soul that it could have only come about this time of year. "I love you my sweet," he purred, gently kissing your lips.

"I love you too Miles," you whispered as he pulled you in closer.

"Better get some sleep," he yawned. "Benny will probably be up at the crack of ass and will wanna pounce on us as soon as he sees what's under the tree."

You laughed a little, not minding in the least. Your boys were your boys no matter what. Let them enjoy Christmas.....you two had always said.

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You and Miles were so deep in sleep, you didn't even notice two-year old Benny waking up and waddling his way to the stairs, peeking through the rails and gasping at the sight of all the gifts piled under the tree.

"Mommy! Daddy!!" he chirped. "Mommy! Daddy!!! Wake up! Wake up!! Santa came!"

Miles let out an obscene groan as Benny pounced on him, rolling between the two of you as you awoke, a little groggy from sleep, but happy nonetheless.

"Go get Mimi and Papa, Benny," Miles told him.

Benny jumped right off the bed and waddle-ran right down the hall to wake Otis and Kathy. But he didn't just wake Miles's parents. Benny, in his fervor, had begun waking all the aunts, uncles, cousins and anybody else who just so happened to be in the Miller household. Miles stumbled out of bed before you, sticking his feet in his warm slippers and throwing his dark blue robe on over his pale blue button-down pjs before handing you your silk one to throw over your nightgown. You gathered up Jesse and followed your husband into the hall before you were met by his mother and father.

"Boy, I hate to tell you this" Otis chuckled, running a hand through his dark blond hair that had now gone completely grey. "But your son's an EF-5 tornado in a kid's body."

"Oh ha-ha, very funny dad," Miles said with a sarcastic chuckle. "But didn't you at one point say the same thing about me?"

"Touche," Otis laughed. "You were after all, Benny's age when you dove into your gram's rosebush and came out with a pet skunk."

"And the feral cat we tamed," Miles laughed.

It wasn't long at all before all of the nieces and nephews and children from family friends all came rushing downstairs in their pjs. The excitement in the air was infectious, even as Kathy and Otis's little sisters went to go and put the egg casserole and the cinnamon rolls in the oven for breakfast while the coffee maker in the kitchen brewed away.

Everyone dove right into their gifts, taking picture after picture to capture the memories that were unfolding in the living room. Benny was so excited when he had gotten two pairs of mittens from you and Kathy, both knitted with all the love in the world you could possibly give.

"Papa lookit!" Benny proudly declared, showing Otis his new mittens. "I have gubs!"

Otis and Miles both busted out laughing and so didn't the others. You and Miles were so happy to see Benny and his cousins all playing with their new toys or reading their new books that you hadn't noticed a smaller gift on the dining room table.

Miles's aunt, Sarah, took Jesse off your hands for just a little while so the two of you could see what it was and who had left it. It was a little silver box wrapped with a red silk ribbon, sitting right next to the plate that had held the gingerbread cookies Benny had left for Santa. Oddly enough, nobody in the house had even touched the milk and cookies that had been left, or the bag of oats that Benny had left as well. But now the plate and glass were empty and the bag of oats gone as well.

"You didn't......?"

You shook your head.

"Dad, did you....?"

"I didn't touch any of it," Otis said. "I was way too full from dinner to even think about it."

Miles's eyes turned to the note underneath the cookie plate. He unfolded it, revealing the neat, swirling handwriting within.

Miles,

I gave this to your father when he was in the hospital after Guadalcanal and a few to the soldiers who were his roommates there. It took alot of fixing by some friends of ours and even the Missus. But it deserves to come back to your family. I'll see all of you again next year, take care and a very Merry Christmas to your family.

Sincerely, Mr. and Mrs. C

Miles opened up the little box and saw a little silver bell with a red ribbon tied around it. It looked like an old sleigh bell, one that would have been on the reins of the horses in France or Germany. Miles shook it a little and to his amazement, he could hear it ringing.

"You hear that too, right (y/n)?" he asked, his eyes wide with amazement.

You listened but it took you a minute to be able to hear it and Otis too. Even Kathy could hear it and for Benny it was the clearest. Yet when others listened, none of them could hear it except for the children.

You and Miles exchanged secretive but happy smiles, knowing that you two, your children and Miles's parents were the ones who could hear it. You hung the little bell right on the tree before Kathy called everyone in for breakfast while you and Miles couldn't stop looking at the little bell, noticing one little word etched into the silver in that perfect cursive that matched the letter........BELIEVE.

#miles miller #miles miller x reader #bad times at the el royale #a lewmagoo christmas

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wooyoungqueen · 4 months

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To: @twisted-tales-of-all hope you like it, me being stress for the hoildays, but i try my best on this piece, is from me to u. Also, have a happy holiday and break my friend. You deserve it!!!

From: Queenie 👑

Also thank you for @cultofdionysusnet for this event, hope to do more

> Summary: Christmas has always been yours and Hong Joong holiday. Wearing matching pajamas, matching fuzzy socks, wrapping presents. When you two were slugging by the fireplace an idea popped into your devilishly head that this Christmas you will be unwrapping something else under the mistletoe.

🎊 >characters : Boyfriend! Hongjoong X Y/N

🎉>Genre: fluff, smut

🌟> Au/ Trope: Boyfriend! Hongjoong

🎄>word count: 557

✨️>warnings: non

🎆 > tagging: @twisted-tales-of-all , CODN Santa23

🧨> Author note: MDNI (minors do not interact)

🎉 > networks: @cultofdionysusnet @wonderlandnet @monsterfvckersunited

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“I Can't believe Christmas is here. Beside decorating the fireplace, wearing our favorite pajamas.” “Not only that, drinking hot coco snuggling against the fireplace.” You kissed Hong Joong on top of his head after the two of you were done decorating the Christmas tree. The both of you saw that it was snowing outside making the perfect reason to snuggle by the fireplace. “ I love you so much Y/N, you make me happy, always putting a smile on my face. Or everytime that I see you I just smile.” “I love you too Hong Joong, you're the best thing that has happened to me in my life. Thank you for spending my favorite holiday with me.” He kissed you on the lips while holding his cup of Coco in his right hand until you took his cup sitting on the coffee table. After the intense kiss you two had all you could do was stare at his eyes, the lust the hong joong had in his eyes wanting to have you screaming his name like a prayer while making you feel loved, but most importantly treating you like a god or goddess after this wonderful day. “I love you so much, you have no idea my love.” “I love you too my king, without you I will still be where I was before I met you, come let’s dance I have a christmas classic song.” You put on Have yourself a Merry little Christmas by Frank Sinatra. Him humming the song while holding you closed then he kissed his cheek. “Is almost time for opening our gifts, Hong- Joong.” “I would rather unwrap something else, look like we are underneath the mistletoe.” “Yes I see, merry christmas my love.” He pulls you down gently into the floor by the fireplace, kissing your neck, going to your collar bones removing your shirt along with his. All you could do is to let him guide himself enjoying this wonderful moment. Before you know it your pants were already gone inserting two of his fingers to prep you before the main course. “H~ Hong-joong… I need you.” “say the magic word my love.” “Please love, Please I need you I don’t want this to end.” “Your wish is my command.” Hong- Joong removed his pants and put on a condom he grunted a bit, you moved your hips a bit the pain turned into pleasure. Until you flip him and start to bounce on him. “You feel good, my love.” “you feel better hong- joong.” Hong-Joong pulled you closer and kissed your lips while he held your arms back and thrusted up until you moaned out his name. “H-Hong-joong, I can't hold it anymore.” “Then let’s cum together my love.” Both of you released, and kissed you. “Thank you for everyday Y/N.” “Your welcome, And besides the present’s could wait until tomorrow. I don’t want to get up yet let’s rest.” He smiled as you closed your eyes, all he could do is to cherish this moment he had with you Underneath the Mistletoe.

#Underneath the Mistletoe #kim hongjoong #CODN SANTA23 #ateez #merry christmas

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deadbyoffering · 1 year

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25 things that the Survivors are not allowed to do

My Christmas present to all.

The motto is “Death Is Not An Escape,” and not the following: Dead Body Department, David Bodybuilding Development, Decatini, Baileys and Disaronno, Dickson, Bénédictine and Dark rum, Bourbon, Delilah and Daiquiri, Dwight’s Balding Dilemma, When in doubt throw at (insert killer’s name), Flashlight click until they DC, The realm of toxicity, Hookers and Complainers, Slugging equals winning, Let’s S.T.A.R.S. handle it, Society of angsty teens, Hall of horror and stupidity, Army of the Misfits, Crows are a camper best friend, Circus of the sleep deprived, Den of the Hungry Spider and Camp of teabaggingers.

No one is no longer allowed to rapidly click on their flashlights. The clicking was irritated to the killers me everyone.

Miss Karlsson is not allowed to “borrow” the snow boards from Mount Ormond resort for the purpose of “shredding some slopes.”

Telling new arrivals that you can have dominance over any Killer by t-posing over them is right out.

Mr. Visconti is no longer allowed to host poker night in Dead Dawg Saloon after being caught cheating with cards up his sleeve. Mr. Myers was especially wasn’t a fan of it.

Mrs Thomas Anyone is not allowed to feed anything with peanut butter to Mr. Deshayes.

Just because Mr. Park has a bond with the crows, doesn’t mean he’s their handler and doesn’t hold any responsibility for them for anything they do. Same with Miss Mora.

Just because a majority of survivors are in the police force, there will never be a survivor police department. And if there was, mostly they hear complaints reports of killers being flashed all the time.

Mr. King is not the king of anywhere or thing.

Mr. Hak is not to be given song requests, especially not "Cut though you".

Nothing in the realm is rated 'Over 9000.'

Mis Kassir is not allowed to interview killers during trials.

"Was doing a Challenge Tome" is not a valid excuse for anything.

Miss Kimura is not allowed to repair and drive any cars from Autohaven. Especially during trials.

Never again to hold game tournaments until everyone learns to control their temper when they lose. Especially you Miss Min.

Survivors are not allowed to pick fights with killers even if they’re sure can win.

No one is to pack their lunch in med-kits and bring them to trials.

Miss Karlsson No one is not allowed to contribute to this list. That is not a challenge.

The crows are not to be hunted, cook, and eaten. Bunnies are fine though.

Firecrackers are no longer allowed to be set off in the camp. May that wildfire be a lesson to you.

No building snow fortresses in front of the camp entrance during the chill event. Mr. Myers had stern conversation about standing in front camp entrance just to stare at Miss Strode. Killers will have a stern conversation about this matter.

No longer to have rap battles with the Legion any Killers.

There will ever a fashion show in this realm. Period.

Iridescent shards are for currency only and not to be made into jewelry.

Fortnite dances will never be emotes during trials. Ever

@mistermiles7

#dbd #dead by deadlight #meg thomas #zarina kassir #jake park #yui kimura #the trickster #nea karlsson #ace visconti #merry christmas #25 things X are not allowed to do #things that the survivors are not allowed to do

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youllallriseintheink · 2 months

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Intervened Intervention

Henry Emily's family grows worried about his maladaptive behaviour in the wake of Charlie's death and try to help him turn his life around. But William wants Henry right where he is and thinks he's best off there, too.

I hope you all enjoy this.

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Henry was woken from his nocturnal sleep schedule by the ringing of the phone. The call was from a familiar number that Henry had not received a call from in years: that of his brother, George. Henry ignored it and shuffled back to bed. The call didn't surprise him considering the way he'd acted at a family get-together just a few days ago, an event he certainly didn't want to think about. It also didn't surprise him that he'd stopped calling him for a couple years before this. He'd isolated himself and avoided contact after Charlie's death, unwilling or unable to handle anything but the machines he understood so well. Even going to the get-together had been abnormal for him, and as it turned out, a mistake.

There was a call the next day. And on the third, there was a message left on the answering machine.

“Hey, Henry. This is George. Connor and I are coming over today. We need to talk to you, and this is the last day before we go home. We wanted to give you more notice, but you kept ignoring our calls. We’ll be there at 1:30."

Henry sighed and dragged himself out of bed. His digital clock, the only light in the room, read 10:30 in bright red numbers. Unfortunately, that meant that his chances of getting his house in order were slim to none.

After a shower, Henry’s first order of business was to clear away all the creepy robot and machinery parts from the floor and into the closets, leaving oily smears on the carpet and hardwood where they had been. He removed the sheets of wood from the windows and picked up the pizza boxes and beer bottles on the floor, moving fairly quickly on it considering that he would normally be asleep this time of day and for hours after.

After an over an hour's work, Henry collected a six-pack of beer from the fridge and collapsed onto his couch. The scent of oil, metal, alcohol and stale food was still in the air. Dust, grit, and smears of grease still covered the floors and counters, more than he could clean in- Henry checked the clock- he still had an hour. He didn’t have it in him to get up.

An hour later, there was a knock on the door. He got up and opened the door for his twin brothers. George was carrying a gift basket with Henry’s favourite candy from childhood in it.

“Come on in,” Henry said. He tried not the pay attention to George’s obvious disdain for the house’s state, or how Connor was watching the floor to make sure he didn’t step in any particularly oily areas as they walked to the living room. Once they got there, the brothers sat down on the couch, and George gestured for Henry to do the same. Awkwardly, Henry obeyed.

George sighed heavily. “We’re really worried about you, Henry. I know that Charlie dying was really hard on you, but it's been five years. We never see you anymore, and neither does your ex-wife or Sammy. You know, up until last year, Sammy was asking every time he saw me whether you’d be up to visiting soon. And this year he stopped. He gave up.”

Henry looked away and slugged down more beer.

“Will you listen?!” Connor snapped. “We're trying to help you!”

Henry ignored him. Henry did know about Sammy. Sammy’s ignoring of him is what had driven him to drink so heavily at the Christmas gathering in the first place. He still wondered whether Sammy simply hadn’t recognized him in his degraded state, or if he didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. He didn't want to think about it.

“We think it would be best for you move in with me in Colorado," Connor said firmly. “Staying here can’t possibly be doing you any good. Are you still working?"

"Yes. Same job as before, just from home now."

"We’ll get you set up to work doing something other than holing up at home making robots for the restaurant your daughter died right outside, get you into therapy, and whatever else you need. I’ll even keep booze out of the house if need be. But we don't want to see you like this.”

"No."

"Why?" George asked.

Henry thought about how to respond. It was hard to explain, but he was used to his life. Machines, numbing alcohol, and William were his comfort zone, and he felt so delicate that anything else might break him.

George touched his hand. “You know, it would be amazing to see you happy again. You get along so well with kids. I want my kids to be able to meet the person I knew.”

“I’ll do it,” Henry said quickly. His voice lacked conviction, but it seemed like his brothers were willing to take it.

“Great. I’ll get you a plane ticket. And I want you to send your two weeks’ notice now, right in front of me, alright? I don’t want these to be empty words.”

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When William first received Henry's resignation letter, he was rather unnerved. What could have caused Henry to want this? He visited Henry’s house the next day. He knew that Henry would most likely be asleep at 11 AM, so it would probably give him a chance to look around for any clues of what had caused Henry’s sudden change of heart. If Henry was awake, he would say that he was here to pick up the Foxy bot that William had sent him to repair. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d come in uninvited for such reasons, and though the deadline he’d given Henry for it was tomorrow, Henry would very easily believe he’d mixed up the days. He’d both done so before and believed William lying about it before.

William used Henry’s spare key, which he’d known for years now was located under his mat, and opened the door.

The first thing that William noticed was that Henry’s house was remarkably tidy compared to usual. That was strange- it happened every now and then in the first couple years of Henry’s grief, but this had to be the first time it had happened in years.

With everything clear of its usual trash, it was very easy for William to find the one-way plane ticket to Colorado on the table. Henry’s brothers were from Colorado. So that was it. Henry’s brothers had given him an intervention. That meant that Henry might very well slip from his grasp, but William wasn't going to give him up that easily. He swiped the plane ticket and left. Henry could easily call the airport and ask for another one to be printed, but that relied on Henry noticing and remembering to, and having the conviction to go through a little extra inconvenience. It wasn't much, but thankfully it was only the beginning of what William could do to prevent this.

That evening, William gave Henry a call.

“Hey, buddy,” he started off. “I got your email. I was hoping I could come over and we could talk about it. Have a little send-off for our partnership.”

“I'd like that,” Henry said. “I want you to know that it’s nothing against you. I just need a change in scenery. That’s all.”

“Of course. You did good work for us. I’d be willing to be your reference if you want. Anyhow, does now work to come over?”

“Sure does.”

“I’ll be right there.”

William showed up with a six pack of beer and two bottles of Henry's favourite whisky in a bag by his side. Henry looked a little more perked up than usual when he greeted William at the door.

“Hey,” William said to Henry, flashing a sad smile.

“Hey,” Henry returned.

The two made their way into Henry’s living room.

“So. Ten years of building robots together. And they were good ones," Henry said, sitting down in a plush chair.

"And four years before that in college," William said, sitting nearby him on the couch. "Wow, we've really only been apart for a few years in our entire adulthood."

"Yeah."

"So... what changed?"

"Connor wants me to move in with him in Colorado and help me to get my life together. It's... well, I guess I can't live like this forever."

William nodded in understanding. “I thought you had a system that worked here. But if you're unhappy with how things are, I get it. I just hope you’ll be okay out there. I mean, you’ve barely left the house in years. This is a big jump. I guess I should be proud of you.”

“Thanks. I’m a little proud of me.”

“You should be. I mean, you’re going to have to get a job where you deal with people again. There won’t be any easing into it- you’ll have to deal with people and do well at it or you’ll get fired. And there won't be any more leeway if you mess the days up.”

Henry visibly tensed a little. William handed him a beer, which Henry opened and sipped heavily from. Then, William continued. “I remember how you were in college. I sure hope you haven’t become that person again over these years stuck in your house.”

Henry put the beer can back on the table and gripped it nervously. “I suppose I really do owe you for letting me work from home.”

“It was my pleasure as your friend. It’s a shame that you won’t be making any more of these animatronics that Charlie loved so much. Do you feel like you were doing it in her memory?"

"Yes," Henry admitted. William knew he would. He'd said as much before while drunk.

The two men spent the night drinking and reminiscing. William had already planted the seeds he could, so for the most part, it was a relaxed chat for him. Towards the end of their conversation, William assigned Henry to a heavier-than-usual workload for his last two weeks, and he insisted on leaving the rest of the whisky behind. Both would lower Henry's chances of ordering that new plane ticket.

A few days later, William was at home watching football when he received a call from a worried and intoxicated Henry Emily asking if he could still call William after he moved and if he would rehire him if need be.

"I don't know, Henry. I mean, I can't hold a position open for you while you get your mental health sorted out. And you could call, but I won't have the context of your problems like I do now. You'd be better off talking to your brothers. You've been keeping good touch with them, right? Connor is an understanding man."

The next question Henry asked was even juicier: whether Charlie would forgive him if he stopped making animatronics.

"I'm sure that if Charlie is still around, she loves every animatronic we make," William said, smirking as he laid back on the couch and thought of the puppet's reaction every time a new animatronic became possessed. "Why? Are you having second thoughts about leaving?"

There was a long pause. And then Henry said that he'd think about it.

"Alright, well, keep me posted. I can always cancel your resignation," William said before hanging up.

It was another week before William received a call from Henry asking to cancel his two weeks' notice. And a week after that, William found himself at Henry's doorstep, holding an animatronic head in need of repairs.

Henry opened the door for him. He seemed more glum than usual.

"Henry. Something wrong, buddy?"

"Sort of. I never told my brothers that I changed my mind. I don't know how I'm going to speak to them again, to be honest."

"Oh. Well, let's talk about it," William said, moving inside. Trash was beginning to pile in Henry's house again, including the now-empty bottles of whisky that William had gifted him.

They did talk about it. And most likely, it would be the last time Henry would ever mention his brothers. He'd go right back to where he'd been a month ago: a good worker, numbed with alcohol and with no need to think about his pains, let alone bother William with them. Really, he was doing Henry a favour. It's not like he had it in him to get his life together. William was giving him the best life he could have.

#five nights at freddy's #henry emily #william afton #my fanfiction

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heaven-s-black-box · 6 months

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A very Soukoku Christmas- Soukoku

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Recovery date: Dec 20, 2019

Description: Pretend you're dating me for this family event because you’re exactly the kind of person my parents would hate and i’m really looking to piss them off

Notes: Click here for the sequel- A very Soukoku New Year

Word count: 683

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“Hmm,” Dazai hummed raising an eyebrow.

Chuuya looked like he was about to burst, whether from embarrassment, annoyance, or both he didn’t know. But, he had very little patience and would rather ask literally anyone else. But, Dazai was perfect for this, and he didn’t have time to find someone else.

“ I said I need a favor.”

Dazai had that stupid look on his face that told Chuuya he’d never live this down. But at this point, he was willing to do anything to piss off Kouyou. If she was going to pester him about having no love life, he would bring a date to christmas dinner, it was just going to be the person she hated most.

Chuuya took a deep breath, "I need a date to christmas dinner with Kouyou, but it has to be someone she hates.”

“Awww. Chibi-chan wants me to meet his family? I’m honored! How about new years at my place then?”

“Grrrrr, did you not hear me say I just needed someone she hates!”

“Fine.”

“Look I don’t like this anymore then you do but一 wait what?”

“A chance to annoy dear ane-san, I’d be a foul to pass it up! But, I have one condition.”

“Ugh, I’m gonna regret this. What?”

“You’re trying to piss her off, so I can do whatever I see fit.”

“...could be worse, fine,we have an agreement. Saturday, meet me at Kouyou’s at 7.”

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“So, where’s this date of yours?” Chuuya could hear the condescension in Kouyou’s voice.

“He’s just running late,” Chuuya grumbled, he hoped Dazai was just late.

Just then the doorbell rang, and just as he had hoped, Kouyou went to open it. She looked so proud, and happy, Chuuya couldn’t wait to see her reaction. Following her to open the door, he felt a bit of panic. Dazai liked to annoy him more than anyone, what if he acted like an angel in front of Kouyou instead of his usual shittyy self (not that it’d change her opinion of him).

“Welcome to一” by the smug look on Dazai’s face, Chuuya could imagine how Kouyou’s face looked. He let out a small smile before pushing past Kouyou and saying,” Ane-san, this is my boyfriend. I don’t think I really need to introduce him.”

This would be fun.

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“So, that went well!” Dazai chirped. How he could be so chipper after Golden Demon almost killed him at least twice in the first 5 minutes he didn't know. But, Dazai did exactly what he needed. Between horrible flirting, trying to kiss him (his third brush of death for the night), and asking to stay the night, Kouyou was beyond done with him.

Chuuya was only aloud to walk Dazai home by insisting it would be rude if he didn’t. Kouyou being who she was had to let him walk Dazai home. At first he had picked Dazai to annoy Kouyou, but now一 now he wasn’t so sure. When Dazai wasn’t trying to piss Kouyou off, he was nice company, he also looked really good cleaned up. Hell he even changed his bandages.

“Uh-oh.”

“What?” Chuuya turned to look up at Dazai.

“Is the slug thinking? You should be careful, you might blow a fuse,” Dazai giggeled, avoiding a kick from Chuuya.

“Anyway, since I helped Slug, Slug should do a favor for me.”

“Who said anything about that?!” Chuuya tried to look offended, although he seemed more flustered then angry.

“I did. So, how ‘bout new years?”

“What, need me to help you piss off Mori?” Chuuya sneered.

“Nope! I had fun tonight, so, what do you say?”

“Ugh! Fine,” he yelled,” but only so I don’t owe you.”

“Sure, sure. Since we’re going out together, wear a Kimono?”

“Like hell I will you shitty Mackerel!” He yelled kicking at Dazai again before storming off back the way they came.

“Hey! I thought you were walking me home?!” Dazai snickered.

“Walk home yourself shitty Mackerel!”

Ah yes, new years would be fun. And maybe he’d talk with Kouyou about a kimono just to mess with Dazai… just maybe.

#Researcher S's recovery log #bungo stray dogs #soukoku #bsd kouyou #crack

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sapphicscholar · 1 year

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It’s only 5am, and Cat’s already having a nightmare of a day.

Kara has been trying to convince Cat that it’s healthier to name the root causes of her anger than to loathe the whole world and everyone in it for all the inconveniences they force her to endure—though the latter method has worked out just fine for her for the past fifty years—so Cat mentally ticks off everything and everyone she might rightfully blame for this morning. The meteorologists for failing to accurately predict the severity of the winter storm. The conveners of the Women in Media winter gala for planning an event so close to Christmas in Metropolis of all the godforsaken, blizzard-riddled, Lois-infested places. David for taking Carter even further north on some winter father-son bonding trip, as if he ever gave a shit when Carter was young and desperately wanted a second parent’s love. The airline for not having developed the technology to take off and land a plane in a bit of powder. And, really, how hard can it be?

Naming them doesn’t seem to change anything beyond focusing Cat’s anger into a fine point. So she adds Kara’s insipid, millennial brand of “self-care” and “best practices for emotional well-being” to her list of hatred.

But Kara herself…well, perhaps she can fix this whole thing.

Cat has her phone in her hand and Kara’s contact information pulled up before she can consider that Kara may not want to hear from her after the gala or, more importantly, that 5am might be an early wakeup call for a superhero who’d been fighting some giant slug monster in National City half the night. Then again, Kara always seems chipper enough at CatCo in the mornings. Cat hasn’t yet asked outright if she doesn’t need to sleep. She thinks that might just be the final straw that takes her jealousy from petty to deeply justified. A metabolism the speed of light, a complete and total lack of aging, and no need for sleep? No, Cat simply couldn’t bear that knowledge.

“Cat?” Kara’s voice comes out raspy, and Cat ignores the twinge of want that leaves her skin prickling. She long ago stopped pretending like there was nothing between them, but unlike some people, she’s mature enough not to act on it. Mixing business and pleasure has been, well, deeply pleasurable in the past, but it’s also been messy enough to have her name splattered across tabloids for months, and Kara doesn’t deserve that. Even if saving Kara in the long run had meant, well, it really doesn’t matter.

“They’ve cancelled all the flights out of Metropolis,” Cat says.

Read the rest on AO3!

#supergirl #fanfic #supercat #cat grant #Kara danvers #exchange fic #ao3feed

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carrickbender · 1 year

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- between gastric bypass and having a 4 year old who throws fits around dinner time and eats slower than a slug screws, all joy has been taken out of food for me. #welldoneGodwelldone

- It's finals week and I'm sick... so clearly, I'm blessed twice. At least unlike this time last year I'm not buying a house, having major surgery, moving, and trying to finish school all at the same time.

- In related news, nothing like a good stomach virus to kick your weight loss programme off a plateau. A kaizen event for for colon, apparently. On the 9th, it's been a year. And as I like to joke, "still ugly; just thinner- gonna live longer and die mad about it later".

- Since it's that time of the year, I'm building my festivus pole on my next days off. Now I just need some stencils for the signs that will run off of the pole... oh and the Christmas lights will be up soon too. I used to loathe Christmas thanks to my ex-wife, now I love sharing my traditions w/Henry and H.

-anyhow, my biggest truth is that I am exhausted. Please, please, just let these last few assignments pass easily.

#me #this is my life #truthful tuesday #exhausted #still an idiot #still kinda ugly #but hey

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strawberry-barista · 11 months

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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 / 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒

Did they believe in Santa?: No. Hanekoma went through all of the same phases kids normally do, believing in Santa for a little while before the illusion was broken. He loves Christmas, though, and he loves playing like he believes in Santa just for the sheer whimsy of it all.

Were they a dinosaur or rock kid?: Both. Hanekoma explored a hundred fascinations as a child, and while his parents didn't have a lot of money, they did everything in their power to indulge and encourage every one. Dinosaurs came first, which led to fossils, which led to rocks, and usually his interests would shift in this way. He still thinks dinosaurs and rocks are very cool, but he is admittedly not as obsessed as he was as a child.

Bugs or slimy critters?: He prefers bugs over slimy things, but mostly just because he has the nostalgia of picking up beetles at his grandparents' house. That being said, this perspective changes entirely when his cafe becomes involved. He would much rather find a slug has infiltrated his window's seal than a roach. It really depends on the situation.

Do they fidget? How?: Yes, constantly. Hanekoma's biggest tic is to play with his hair or the back of his neck in some way. He might even tug on his chin or his ear. Touch as a stimulant is a big thing for him. And if things are getting particularly bad, he'll go down into his pocket to fiddle with the pair of dice he keeps there.

What were they frequently in trouble for as a child?: Hanekoma was generally a pretty good kid, and even when he messed up, he didn't really get yelled at about it. Instead his parents would sit him down and have a long talk about why he did what he did was wrong and instilled in him this desire not to hurt other people. But if there was something that he did over and over, without fail, it was bringing random animals into his house. Stray cats or dogs, a frog he found outside, once even a spider. He loved animals and always wanted a pet, but his family couldn't support it, so they were always having to take these form him and remind him he couldn't keep them.

What underwear do they like?: He doesn't really care either way. He has been in situations where clothes in general were difficult to get ahold of, so now he's just happy to have something to wear. He tends to lean towards boxer-briefs, but literally anything he's handed will be good enough for him.

Designs on clothing or no?: Designs as in... like graphic tees? In that case, not usually. He has a uniform and he wears it religiously, and he'll only deviate from that uniform when he's got to dress fancy for an event (in which case he dresses to the nines). That being said, he usually won't turn down stuff like that, either, if offered, and as long as he's not leaving the house he'll wear whatever. He's a lot pickier with his outward style than his underwear, but he's still just happy to have clothes he can wear and look good, honestly.

Birthmarks?: No.

Do they have good self control?: It really depends on the situation. He can have incredibly good self-control in a lot of areas of his life, and in fact it is absolutely required of him for a good handful of situations. When he's interacting with the Higher Plane, when he's about to go gambling, when he's having to interact with players, reapers, and RG citizens. He usually has really good self-control in keeping from talking about secrets, in keeping from relapsing and falling into old habits, and to keep from giving away information he really shouldn't. But when it comes to very emotional, personal situations he has a harder time controlling himself. Especially when he is dealing with his family or someone he loves. It's very difficult for him to keep his heart from getting in the way of his head, though he is slowly getting better about this.

Favorite franchise?: Hanekoma really doesn't often play favorites when it comes to entertainment. He enjoys art in all forms and picking every little thing apart to really get into the creators' heads. He has some series and franchises that he likes more or less than others, but he likely couldn't pick out any single one as a definitive favorite.

Do they re-enact scenarios in the shower?: Yes, but he also sings in the shower. It really just depends on his thoughts, moods, and how he's feeling. Sometimes he just takes time to have a long sit and think about everything a little too much. Sometimes he sings and fills his head with music. And sometimes he reenacts scenarios, often romantic in nature and when he's under the influence of certain urges.

Do they tell the waiter that their order is wrong?: No, he probably wouldn't even notice to be honest. Hanekoma is always happy to receive food, so when he orders something it's mostly just out of curiosity as to how the dish tastes. Unless it was egregiously wrong (like he got someone else's order) he probably wouldn't even realize he was eating the wrong thing. But in the case that it was so wrong he noticed it, he probably would inform them just so the person who that meal belongs to didn't miss out on what they wanted.

Stairs or elevator?: Hanekoma has no real preference either way. He will take whatever is closest to him or the least of a hassle to get to. He likely won't use stairs if he has to find the door for them, but if there are stairs right in front of him and an elevator a little ways away he'll just take the stairs. And depending on where he's going he might just fly up there anyway.

Are they an exaggerator when telling stories?: He can, but generally he does not. It really just depends on the context and if he feels like he needs to play his story up for any reason. He can be very robotic with his delivery at times, since he's so used to giving reports, but he maintains enough of himself that most of the time he can talk about things without going into such drastic succinctness. He will absolutely exaggerate to children, however. He'll tell kids insane tall tells just to get a laugh out of them.

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Tagging: Please steal it!

#global eyes and a growing mind ⤙musings⤚⚄#few lines of the sentence lie ⤙hc⤚⚄#anonymity annoying me ⤙ooc⤚⚄

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sluggmuffin · 4 months

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I keep forgetting to send this lol. For your Christmas event!

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓢𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻!

Ahh ty for sending one in!

#Slugs Christmas Event!!!#I don't have a tag for u yet :(

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bananagrin · 2 years

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Bananaverse-Specific Negaverse Thoughts pt. 1

In order to materialize the Negaverse in my head, I’m going through exercises by imagining how a Negaverse-themed DW cartoon show would play out.

Firstly, the structure. The Nega F4 are not officially the F4 until Darkwing Duck stumbles through the portal and unites them; therefore, in a cartoon series, the episodes would be solos split among them. (perhaps we also get the occasional episode featuring a non-F4 protagonist, such as Nega Steelbeak, or Nega Splatter Phoenix, or Nega Phineas Sharp or Nega Tuskernini. Nega Dr. Slug’s heroics are described in a glorious and awe-inspiring light, but never shown). Not every event in the show needs to match with an event in the Posiverse, and actually there are many incidents unique to the Negaverse despite having similar beats. But all of the big ones do mirror each other - these events are important for the characters, being origin stories and memorable episodes and the like. Quackerjack and Negaduck go up against some kind of immortal emotion-eating clown spirit, Gigawatt and Negaduck share beginnings, Bushroot saves Christmas, Negaduck obtains Gosalyn and Launchpad.

Secondly, there needs to be conflict. As a meta rule, Negaduck always wins the war, but, ... Negaduck isn’t always around. Negaduck considers the “Friendly Freaks” a bunch of sorry overused jokes and beneath his notice and care, same as every “so-called hero” in the city; and while he does sparingly show up to stomp the ants flat for fun, he usually just lets his cronies do it - because remember, Launchpad is not the only pawn he has; he has fingers in every villainous pie on the continent, maybe the whole world if we’re counting the power he has through Nega Scrooge. So while the F4 don’t manage to beat Negaduck, they do manage to win smaller battles, usually involving saving something or someone that Negaduck wouldn’t think of precisely because he doesn’t put value in it (a great example would be Gosalyn, although her rescue happens after the formation of the F4). Many of these episodes end bittersweet. There are also episodes focused entirely on S.H.U.S.H. and F.O.W.L., which often feature Steelbeak and Gigawatt against various S.H.U.S.H. agents. Negaduck isn’t in these episodes because he isn’t interested in working for anyone; whether or not that makes him and S.H.U.S.H. rivals remains to be seen.

#negaverse #bananaverse #darkwing duck

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worksinprogress1 · 2 months

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There was a call the next day. And on the third, there was a message left on the answering machine.

An hour later, there was a knock on the door. He got up and opened the door for his twin brothers. George was carrying a gift basket with Henry’s favourite candy from childhood in it.

Henry looked away and slugged down more beer.

“Will you listen?!” Connor snapped. “We're trying to help you!”

“We think it would be best for you move in with me in Colorado," Connor said firmly. “Staying here can’t possibly be doing you any good. Are you still working?"

"Yes. Same job as before, just from home now."

"No."

"Why?" George asked.

George touched his hand. “You know, it would be amazing to see you happy again. You get along so well with kids. I want my kids to be able to meet the person I knew.”

“I’ll do it,” Henry said quickly. His voice lacked conviction, but it seemed like his brothers were willing to take it.

“Great. I’ll get you a plane ticket. And I want you to send your two weeks’ notice now, right in front of me, alright? I don’t want these to be empty words.”

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William used Henry’s spare key, which he’d known for years now was located under his mat, and opened the door.

That evening, William gave Henry a call.

“Hey, buddy,” he started off. “I got your email. I was hoping I could come over and we could talk about it. Have a little send-off for our partnership.”

“I'd like that,” Henry said. “I want you to know that it’s nothing against you. I just need a change in scenery. That’s all.”

“Of course. You did good work for us. I’d be willing to be your reference if you want. Anyhow, does now work to come over?”

“Sure does.”

“I’ll be right there.”

William showed up with a six pack of beer and two bottles of Henry's favourite whisky in a bag by his side. Henry looked a little more perked up than usual when he greeted William at the door.

“Hey,” William said to Henry, flashing a sad smile.

“Hey,” Henry returned.

The two made their way into Henry’s living room.

“So. Ten years of building robots together. And they were good ones," Henry said, sitting down in a plush chair.

"And four years before that in college," William said, sitting nearby him on the couch. "Wow, we've really only been apart for a few years in our entire adulthood."

"Yeah."

"So... what changed?"

"Connor wants me to move in with him in Colorado and help me to get my life together. It's... well, I guess I can't live like this forever."

“Thanks. I’m a little proud of me.”

Henry put the beer can back on the table and gripped it nervously. “I suppose I really do owe you for letting me work from home.”

“It was my pleasure as your friend. It’s a shame that you won’t be making any more of these animatronics that Charlie loved so much. Do you feel like you were doing it in her memory?"

"Yes," Henry admitted. William knew he would. He'd said as much before while drunk.

The next question Henry asked was even juicier: whether Charlie would forgive him if he stopped making animatronics.

There was a long pause. And then Henry said that he'd think about it.

"Alright, well, keep me posted. I can always cancel your resignation," William said before hanging up.

Henry opened the door for him. He seemed more glum than usual.

"Henry. Something wrong, buddy?"

"Sort of. I never told my brothers that I changed my mind. I don't know how I'm going to speak to them again, to be honest."

"Oh. Well, let's talk about it," William said, moving inside. Trash was beginning to pile in Henry's house again, including the now-empty bottles of whisky that William had gifted him.

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incalculablepower · 5 months

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@hprecfest | week one

day one | a favourite fic under 5k

a dream of winter by Delphi (1.4k words) summary: Three glimpses into the life of Kendra Dumbledore. (An interpretation of the ambiguous description of the character in Deathly Hallows.)

One of my favourite things fanfiction is capable of is correcting canon -- not just in no-one-dies fix-it fics, but by taking clumsy exposition at its word and expanding on it. This fic takes the odd description of Kendra Dumbledore in DH and breathes life into her as a Mohawk woman living on Godric's Hollow.

day two | a comfort fic

the secret diary of hugo granger-weasley, aged thirteen and a half by @floreatcastellumposts summary: Rose says that I am an oblivious moron, but would an oblivious moron have such a deep and sensitive diary? I don't think so. No one knows how I suffer in this ridiculous family. Written for SIYE's The Burrow Secret Challenge 2016, and inspired by Sue Townsend's Adrian Mole.

A particularly great comfort read for this time of year: Hugo, who Flo characterizes perfectly as an awkward, oblivious, serious teenager with a diary, tries to get to the bottom of a mystery at the centre of a busy Weasley Christmas.

day three | a podfic

the last enemy by @shootwithintenttokill @chdarling's Marauder's series is already one I recommend to everyone (even non-fanfic reading HP fans) and @shootwithintenttokill's undertaking of turning it into a podfic is so impressive. New chapters are slotted into my regular podcast listening routine and they're an excellent way to re-read TLE and pick up on all the wonderful foreshadowing in CH's fic.

day four | a fic with art

no amount of therapy can help by The_wig_is_a_metaphor summary: The entire internet is aware of occultist youtuber Lord Voldemort's infatuation with niche content creator JustHarry. The entire internet is baffled.

This is a Muggle HarryMort Youtube AU told epistolary-style with screenshots, comments, text threads, and it's the funniest thing I've ever read. Every single icon and screenshot is a joke and I still find new things to laugh at on every reread. As a bonus, this fic inspired one of my very favourite confused-bi!Ron-Romione Muggle AUs, HOW TO BUILD WATER WHEEL by doshu

day five | a non-ao3 fic

not as a last resort by Arabella summary: Hermione and Ron, a snowstorm, and Hagrid's cabin. Takes place during fifth year. This story was written prior to the release of "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix."

Now only available on a wayback machine capture of sugarquill.net, one of my first favourite fics and my introduction to the "only one bed trope"! This fic surprisingly holds up, despite being written before half the series' worth of characterization. Some things make me laugh looking back (like the fanfic writers' steadfast belief that the yule ball would be an annual event) but overall it's just as sweet and romantic as the first time I read it when I was 14.

day six | an unreliable narrator fic

the disappointments of cormac mclaggen by morgs_writes(orphan_account) summary: Cormac McLaggen has a hard life, made even worse when Ron Weasley starts stealing everything Cormac desires.

Oh Cormac, HUGE BOY, one of my problematic faves, thinks he's the one who holds all the power when it comes to the Slug Club holiday party. 🙄

day seven | a canon compliant fic

the mountain tomb by @nought-shall-go-ill summary: A man and a woman meet at the base of a mountain. With no memories, they don’t know each other, they don’t know their past, they don’t even know their own names. All they know is that they have a difficult journey ahead that they must take together — one that they fear could destroy them in the process.

Since I read a lot of canon-compliant fic I wanted to choose something for this rec that really pushes the boundaries of what that can mean. This fic is misty and ambiguous and fantastical (even for fanfic of a fantasy series) and so worth reading.

#hprecfest2023 #fic recs

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To: @twisted-tales-of-all hope you like it, me being stress for the hoildays, but i try my best on this piece, is from me to u. Also, have a happy holiday and break my friend. You deserve it!!!

From: Queenie. 👑

Also thank you for @cultofdionysusnet for this event, hope to do more

🌃> summary: Christmas has always been yours and Hong Joong holiday. Wearing matching pajamas, matching fuzzy socks, wrapping presents. When you two were slugging by the fireplace an idea popped into your devilishly head that this Christmas you will be unwrapping something else under the mistletoe.

🎊 >characters : Boyfriend! Hongjoong X Y/N

🎉>Genre: fluff, smut

🌟> Au/ Trope: Boyfriend! Hongjoong

🎄>word count: 557

✨️>warnings: non

🎆 > tagging: @twisted-tales-of-all , CODN Santa23

🧨> Author note: MDNI (minors do not interact)

🎉 > networks: @cultofdionysusnet @wonderlandnet @monsterfvckersunited

#ateez #kim hongjoong #codn santa23 #Underneath the mistletoe #Happy holidays

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