In hindsight, you really should have tried to catch a nap after work. At ten minutes till midnight, you're dozing on Kento's shoulder. He doesn't realize you're asleep at first. You'd just been telling him a story about a New Year's Eve in your youth– when you were wild and impulsive and could handle more than two drinks– and then you'd curled yourself around his arm and fallen completely silent.

"It sounds like you're lucky to have met me when you did," he teases. When you don't respond, he tucks his chin to peer at you and finds your pretty eyelashes pillowed against your cheeks. He huffs a quiet laugh. "Are you going to sleep until next year?"

You stir at the sound of his voice so close to your ear, and a lazy smile makes its way across your face. "That's an old joke, Kento."

"You thought it was funny."

You hum and curl yourself further into his side. "Touché."

He turns his attention half-heartedly to the glow of the television in front of you, then looks at his watch. Eight minutes to midnight. Your breathing has grown more steady again, the warm weight of you heavy and soft against him.

"You're going to miss it," he whispers, swiping his thumb over your cheek.

"Five more minutes," you murmur without opening your eyes.

Kento sighs and tucks you closer, a strong arm around your shoulders.

And he waits. 11:53...54...55...56...57...58...59...

Your voice is muffled against his sleeve when you speak again. "Aren't you going to give me a New Year's kiss?"

He chuckles, the lines around his eyes evident in the soft light of the lamp in the corner of your living room. You lift your sleepy face to him and he tucks his thumb and forefinger under your chin. He cannot fathom his good fortune when you look at him.

"I thought you'd never ask."

There are fireworks on the tv screen and in your cozy living room when your lips meet. It's not the new year celebration of your reckless youth, but it's one you'll treasure for years to come. You'll wake in the morning to your husband, your home, your cozy little life filled with all the people and moments you love. And you think to yourself that there's nothing more you could possibly want for.

hi hi hi. though new year is always associated with new beginnings, reflections, revision, goal setting, prepping and being excited about starting again, it can also be a moment of disappointment to those who didn't find peace and happiness as much this year. it's okay if you couldn't complete all that you had planned or didn't come out as the kind of person you aimed to be. look at you love, we made it at the end of 2022 and that's all that matters!! you don't have to punish yourself or “make up” for all the inconsistency by filling your schedule up to the brim on the beginning of jan. take it slow k? take a deep breath and whenever you are ready, focus on the things that matter. no matter how hopeless times can seem to be, i assure you you are safe and loved. i hope this new year brings you lots and lots of happy memories, new foods to try, new experiences which makes you smile later, people who'll love you unconditionally, creators who truly speak to you, books that makes you want to re read a hundred times and step forward to your dreams. ily ily ily ♡

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General warnings for nudity, blood, injury/scars

New Year

Prompt: New Year

Characters: Dís x Elven F!OC

Warnings: /

Dís frowned, startled and dismayed, as a lithe shadow seemingly melted out of the solid stone of the dark hallway.

“Your Highness,” a shivering voice resounded as a gorgeous Elven maiden padded towards her with nimble, noiseless steps. “Forgive me for disturbing you at such a late hour.”

“King Thranduil sends me to better the relationship between our people,” she went on, bowing low and seeking Dís’s intransigent, immobile stare—heavy with quickly faltering distaste.

Indeed, Dís resented the fact that one so charming and blindingly beautiful had been dispatched—she feared that Thranduil inexplicably knew about her darkest secret.

“I’m in mourning,” she replied diplomatically. “Forgive me, but I can hardly start this new year with another burden to bear. As much as I appreciate the King’s gesture, I find myself unable to entertain guests at the present moment. Surely, you can understand that…”

Please go, she pleaded inwardly—I am too lonely by far to refuse the solace of your pulchritude and gentle manners easily.

The timeless, ageless beauty smiled softly before inclining once more with utmost reverence. “I am not a guest—I’m yours to keep for as long as you want. Let me serve you, Milady!”

So, that was all from me for this month (and this year).

Lots of love! I wish you only the best for 2024. See you on the other side!

-> Masterlist(by @cilil)

LOVE LETTER TO YOU GUYS🌙

“For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning." ― T.S. Eliot

So I just wanted to write something small for you guys to let you know that I am really grateful. 2022 has been a really really hard year for me and I didn't talk about it, because that's usually what I do. But tumblr has been a real escape when I feel the weight of things digging in a bit too deep.

So this new years I wanted to say thank you. Thanks for the laughs, for the asks and comments, and for the love. You guys are really the best and I am sending you into 2023 with a popped bottle of champagne and a kiss. Here's to a new year and here's to you guys!!

Happy New Year!! May 2023 be better. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

tagging my darlings and loves: @softanon, @karasong, @themarcusmoreno, @aemond-kinslayer, @inklore, @honeystevie, @outercrasis, @zinzinina, @oscarseyebrow, @starryeyedstories, @acourtofsnakes, @rae-gar-targaryen, @luxuryberzatto, @ifimayhaveaword, @sunflowersteves, @apascalrascal, @jadore-andor, @fluffyprettykitty, @dailyreverie, @pumpkin-stars, @einno-arko

Also not to toot my own horn, but I look fucking outstanding !

Hello, you little gremlins🌻

Last year was brutal to put it lightly. It brought too many changes in my life, one after the other and I absolutely detest changes. I’m a creature of habit. I hate changes jjkshsksk.

But as much as 2022 sucked ass, it was one of the most wonderful years I’ve had in terms of one thing. *drum rolls pls*— my writing.

I wrote When The Stars Go Blue a year and 10 days ago. It was a small Malec scene that wouldn’t get out of my head and I thought, I would write this one shot and then that would be the end of story. I wasn’t planning to become a writer. Even though I’ve always been good at writing (academically/professionally), I never thought I could write stories. I did not think my stories would matter. I did not believe that I had anything important to say. But once I started writing, I couldn’t stop. I got ideas after another and there was so much inside of me that I needed to let out—stories about love and pain and trauma and a hundred other things.

I was at the beach yesterday (I finally get a week off jjsksksk yayy) and while I was drenched in water, I felt extremely proud of myself. For finding something that makes me who I am, for pushing myself to take that plunge.

But none of that could have been possible without you. Writers need readers. And I am so eternally grateful to every single one of you. Every ask, comment, gif has meant the world to me. So, thank you for your support and chaotic ramblings and whack-ass theories. For all the love you give to LWSYF, LRHWY, KYIMW, TIOHE, LCBAB, IWABD, YADAB (honourable mention—HIADT lmao).

I am love you all.🤍

One last note, if you want to create something, do it. Create whatever the fuck you want if you think it will save you. Art isn’t just writing or singing or painting. Everything you create is art—be it a paper airplane or a boat. If you’re scared, that’s perfectly fine too—just know that every single one of us is scared. So take the risk. Create and let everything out. Create badly and unapologetically and wholeheartedly.

P. S. Here’s a short clip from the beach. As you all can see, my talents do not lie in photography.

Here’s to another year of love and pain and heartbreak and stories.

Eeshu 🌻

Happy New Year ❤️

New year, new journal, and I have been slowly planning this one out since the start of December!! I decorated the front and back of the cover myself since the journal was originally plain, and my first couple of pages includes a spread of mock bookshelves for books I want to buy, a watch list for shows and movies, and my January calendar spread!! I also have a couple pages after January for noting daily tasks etc and I kept the design simple so I’m not overwhelmed and I really love how the little floral designs turned out!!!

I didn’t make a post at the end of the year because 2022 and I had a rough few months but I made it through!

I graduated, I started a masters, I finished another wip, I ran the summer chaos writing challenge (thank you for everyone who joined) and I made a lot of close friendships here and at my new uni which has been amazing!!

Special shout out to @ink-fireplace-coffee @stories-by-rie who actually saved my sanity on multiple occasions this year ❤️❤️❤️

and to all the people who helped me out at the start of last year when money was tight and I was spiralling, your kindness was incredible.

I love the writeblr and studyblr community and I wish you all a very comfortable and welcoming year ahead of you🧡

this year has genuinely been a very lovely one for me! i finally graduated uni, became a teacher, travelled, made new friends, discovered new interests and actually felt very very lucky to have what i have. i think it’s really natural to focus on setbacks or moments where things are hard but i feel like i’ve gained some sort of clarity on things this year and it’s made me just so thankful in a ways i probably overlooked before. it’s probably been the most daunting one too. completing my pgce and then being given so many bloody classes and children has been overwhelming and insane at times but i’ve actually never been prouder of myself at the end of the year. the last time i said a year would be ‘my year’ was 2020 and we know how that turned out ... but i’m really hoping to grow and love and be as happy and appreciative as i can next year. wishing you all a blessed and peaceful end to the year and a hopeful start to the next <3

how do you live?

happy new year everyone!! <3

dance on a razor's edge

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Nutcracker au's your Huntlow

what if i said i'm working on writing the remainder of black velvet.

chúc mừng năm mới ! wishing you all good luck and good health for this lunar new year !!

in vietnamese culture, the zodiac animals are slightly different – instead of the rabbit, we celebrate the year of the cat ( aka my year hehe ) 😺 — art prints / stickers & posters !