May you all have a wonderful holiday season no matter what you celebrate. If you celebrate nothing at all, I hope you still enjoy the season for what it is and have many happy moments.
Let's end the year being ourselves, enjoying who we are in every way. Spending time with the people who love & value us and who we do the same.
I know it's been a very hard year, times are rough. But may you find something that brings you spooktacular joy this winter and holiday season ✨️ because you all truly deserve it.
Happy Holidays nerdsbians! And an early Happy New Year, too!
I had a short story idea for this image a la the "Adventures of Bering & Wells" series (the one I was chipping away at a few years ago), but just didn't have the time or focus to flesh it out. So, for now, I hope it's enough just to see these two shuffling along in Midtown New York mid-conversation (or argument? Who knows..). I guess I should thank that W train that turned into a Q mid journey, forcing me to walk across 57th street to catch the bus home. I wouldn't have experienced any of the holiday decorations otherwise, and the snaps I took of this plaza gave me ideas.
Chapter one of my holiday smutfic! Posted on AO3 because I'm not sure how much tumblr allows and this one's explicit.
Eleanor is trying to spread holiday cheer. Astarion is trying to spread Eleanor's legs. Loosely tied to Feeding Alligators, but not totally canon to it, since I haven't finished the game.
Rated E for explicit sexual content, semi-public sex, fingering, orgasm denial, blow jobs, Astarion being a shit, Eleanor also being a shit.
He’s been teasing you all night. It starts innocently enough (as he’s wont to do, these days). A kiss to your cheek that lingers a moment longer than usual. You’d been judging yourself in front of the mirror, frowning at your outfit. Baldur’s Gate did not, it turns out, get snow often. But now and then it did very much Snow. The morning had seen that storm roll in. It cleared out by sundown, and you and Astarion woke to crystalline white outside your windows, glowing gold in the city’s lamplight. You’d been planning tonight for three days, and you did not intend to back out due to the weather.
You don’t seen him, of course. Didn’t even know the man was in the room until his cool hands drape over your front.
“You look delectable,” he says right into your ear, his breath curling against your neck.
With the Chrismas holidays fast approaching, so does the storm of the century. Through it all, issue after issue, no one expected the little wishes made on runway lights to bring two strangers together like never before.
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Amidst flight delays and cancellations, Wei Ying finds himself taking care of a young boy left stranded at the airport. The initially unfortunate circumstances of their meeting would lead Wei Ying to meeting Lan Wangji, the child’s father. From then on, it’s a quick one way trip to falling in love.
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