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#new years eve au
masterofiodine · 3 months
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capvers doodles yay
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spamsandsuch · 5 months
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happy new yearp
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euphoriashots · 5 months
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Fezco & Lexi
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kettle-bird · 5 months
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Started with these guys last year, so it felt only appropriate to end the year with them too. See you all in '24!
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flowerbarrel-art · 5 months
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🎉🎊Happy New Year!! 🎉🎊
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lalacliffthorne · 5 months
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🎀 modern!batboys new years eve aesthetic moodboard 🎀
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dathomirdumpsterfire · 5 months
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if it will keep you from setting them off while people are trying to celebrate. ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ
... but of course. ᕙ⁠(͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠ᕗ
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youwerenevermine · 5 months
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JonerysWinterWonderland'23 || Day 5: Cheers to the New Year ||  @snowxstormworld
Jonerys | 🎇 "Happy New Year" 🎇 Moodboard
May 2024 be kinder to us all! Take care ♥️
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Poll Vote Fluff
Sorry everyone for being late. Was fighting a mean headache. I hope you all had a great weekend and wish you a wonderful week <3
A Legend about True Love by Katia_Anyway (G)
The Prince of the Kingdom, Luffy, has spent his whole life locked up in the Castle, his Grandfather the King insisting that the world outside was too dangerous. But the Prince is curious and adventurous, he wants to go explore, even if that means having to sneak out alone. But once outside, he gets lost, and needs the help of a very beautiful Witch named Trafalgar Law.
No Stranger to Crazy by Purplehairedwonder (G)
The Straw Hats arrive on an island to discover not only that the Hearts are already there, but there is also a winter festival happening. Law doesn’t have the best memories with winter islands or festivals, so Luffy is determined to make some good ones with him.
You can calm me down by Sakuya_Serenity_Kira (G)
After Luffy has beaten Kaido devastatingly, his fighting spirit is unbroken. He wants, he needs more. In this intoxication, he loses control of his new abilities. Can someone stop him? But who? And how? After all, Luffy is now. . . a god.
A Sinner's Pledge by bimarian (T)
This one little incident this morning just reminded him of the promise that he wanted to make and of the letter that he said he would have to eventually write. The Surgeon takes a moment to glance between his sleeping fiancé and the papers on his lap before he finally writes a greeting on the scented paper. ‘Hey, Ace-ya.’  In which Luffy wakes up from a nightmare—and Law finally writes a letter to make one little promise to Ace.
Midnight by Chenziee (T)
Luffy really wanted to celebrate the end of the year with his friends and family but with his arm injured, strict orders of no partying, and his roommate on his heels, it got really damn hard to sneak out.
Are You Bananas by Plume8now (G)
Usopp gives Luffy an idea, and now, Luffy can't get it off his mind. Of course, he won't wait until tomorrow to do it. And nothing can stop Monkey D. Luffy.
The Mysterious Case of the Hiccups. by ClementineJuicebox, SailorHeichou (G)
-hic- The first hiccup that started it all.
Show me what love is all about by aloas (T)
If Law didn’t know how useless Luffy is when it comes to making plans, he would be complimenting Luffy’s mastermind for always knowing just the right way or the right time to catch Law unguarded. But Law knows that is not the case. So, he curses at the universe. Or fate. Or whatever deity out there that is constantly plotting for Luffy to find Law. (Or the one where Law learns a thing or two about love.)
Answer the Question by Heart_Core (T)
Law’s birthday celebration hadn’t gone the way Luffy expected too, but he was grateful nonetheless.
Our Hearts, Made Whole in Each Other by Purplehairedwonder (G)
Luffy cupped Law’s cheek with his hand, softly grazing his thumb over a yellowing bruise. “Torao is so pretty,” he said quietly, a note of awe in his voice. Law flushed. “Torao’s heart is beating so fast.” “Yeah,” Law agreed, swallowing. “It is.” Luffy’s, despite a few flutters, was beating steadily in Law’s chest. Law, on the other hand, felt pinned to the spot, one hand holding Kikoku and the other in Luffy’s grip. “You should stay.” Law blinked. “What?” “You should stay,” Luffy repeated. “On the Sunny. With me." Written for 10 Days of LawLu 2023 Day 10: Confessions.
Always See the Daylight by Purplehairedwonder (G)
“Why did you want to see my room?” Law asked, both curious and a bit apprehensive at what the response might be. “Because it’s yours!” Luffy said immediately, sitting up quickly. Luffy looked as though the answer had been obvious. For Law, however, that explained exactly nothing. “What—” Luffy looked around, his expression softening in a way that made Law fidgety. “It’s very Torao,” he decided. Written for LawLu Week 2022. Day 5 Prompt: Captain's quarters
Coming Home (To Breathe Again, To Start Again) by Purplehairedwonder (G)
Law had a… complicated relationship with the concept of home. But here on the beach of Wano with Luffy looking at him with such fondness that Law wanted to squirm, he thought that maybe home could be another person.
-Mod Raiya
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kajenus · 5 months
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The idea of them all celebrating New Year's Eve together is so funny and ooc, but who cares. This was drawn over an old family photo of mine.
Anyway! Happy New Year guys! Hope 2024 will be as good/better than 2023 for you! :)
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soukokumychildren · 5 months
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New Year's Toast
Chuuya raises his ear feathers at the first indication of their clients, which, most notably, were actually all their friends, along with some of the Port Mafia invited over to have a good time. It was the last day of the current year, after all. Everyone was filing in, women with beautiful dresses that matched personalities and looks alike, men with tuxedos and tight suits, occasionally some with slicked-back hair.
Chuuya watched the guests come in one by one beside Dazai, who tucked his ear feathers for his eardrums not to be ruptured upon the arrival of a plethora of footsteps and voices. Gin was the first to hurry over in a rush, blushing as she apologized for being under-dressed. "What are you apologizing about?" Chuuya asked, his feathers neatly tucked and cleaned before he'd arrived. "You look beautiful, sweetheart." The redhead said kindly with a toothy grin. "T-thank you…I really don't deserve the praise." "Nonsense, you look good. We'll start hosting the drinks in a bit," Dazai cut in, leaning closer to Chuuya and slightly hunched over to meet Gin's eye-level somewhat.
"I hope you don't mind me bringing Akutagawa over." She added quietly, fiddling with her fingers, noticing the jolt in Chuuya's stature. "It's fine," The avian spoke, eyes flicking up to watch Atsushi scrambling as he tried to hold Ranpo back from heading over to the desserts set on a long table beside the dinner table. "Besides, we invited the Port Mafia Black Lizard ourselves. It's completely fine," Chuuya added, waving it off as if to wave the wafting worry from Gin beside him. "A-alright. Thank you. I'll go find him now," She said, her distress quickly vanishing as she smiled to the two. She almost went away entirely, then coming back. "You two look wonderful by the way," She bowed before parting and vanishing into the crowd.
"I better hope I do," Chuuya said, looking down at his sleek black trenchcoat with golden trimmings, his breast pocket peeking out with a golden locket, a small. decorative bird attached to a loop underneath. His wings had golden chains at the tips loosely hung but snug enough not to cause issues, gleaming with a few sapphires to match his eyes here and there. A dark blue tie encrusted with golden threaded vine adorned his chest, and tucked underneath a dark gray suit. Of course, tight black jean pants paired with his outfit, the curve of his ass perfect (Dazai was iffy about this one, adoring it but then backtracking at the possibilities others might stare, and of course, he was a possessive bastard, and decided fuck it, and to let his husband show off a little). "What about me, Chuuya?" Dazai asked, giddy to receive any scrap of praise. The redhead snorted. "You look dashing," He spoke, mimicking a lavishing tone to tease his partner. "So rude." The brunette huffed, exaggerating by leaning his head back and sighing. His outfit composed of a jacket slung across his shoulders, black with gold trimmings, somewhat similar to the plaid pattern, but just the line work, rather than colored in squares. A chain attached with a star-shaped clip from the front of the jacket, connected to his dark brown suit, a long red tie (not-too-subtly hiding the matching ties with Chuuya) with similar markings to Chuuya's remained untucked and reached about waist-length. His pants were a light gray, matched with black shoes. "You're saying I'm not handsome, then?" The brunette asked, blinking his remaining brown-red eye, the other having lost its color long ago when it was gouged out by an unsuspecting opponent, a long scar running from his eyebrow to the corner of his mouth. Chuuya rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you're hideous. It's why I've spent basically all my life with you," The redhead snorted.
Dazai made a sound that bordered on a sob, pressing the back of his hand dramatically to his forehead. "Betrayed! By my own husband!" "Quit it. Atsushi's coming over," Chuuya glanced over to the boy who was nervously trying to approach. "Oh, and plus, when are we gonna toast to the New Year, already?" "In a minute. Hey, Atsushi!" Dazai greeted as the Were-tiger joined them. "H-hey guys. Wow, you two look amazing." Atsushi admired them, eyes sparking from the dazzling gleam of the gold on Chuuya's outfit. "I-I need help finding Akutagawa, if you don't mind," He began, but Dazai had an idea; quickly going to the dinner table and cutting him off short, a small section where cups were stacked next to a collection of wine bottles, grabbing a bottle, a silver platter, and a stack of cups, handing them to Atsushi, who wasn't at all ready to handle the extra weight. "Great! I was just wondering how we could get drinks out to everyone, and you can surely find him this way." Dazai spoke cheerfully, oblivious to Atsushi's shaking knees, prone to buckling. "For Arahabaki's sakes, Dazai, warn him first." Chuuya scoffed when the brunette smiled at him, taking the extremely heavy wine bottle off the platter. "This is a 1967 edition, huh? Heard this brand was good…" When Atsushi seemed to have gotten his wits about him and rearranged himself, Chuuya placed the bottle back on the platter, but the boy was prepared for it, better balanced now, then having the responsibility thrust upon him so suddenly. "E-erm, I guess I'll find him this way, then," Atsushi said weakly, pursing his lips. "I'll see you guys later." The redhead slightly waved, watching the Were-tiger gingerly disappear in the crowd of guests, just like Gin had. "Now we wait, I guess." Chuuya hummed, grabbing two spare glasses and filling them with a whiskey with a warm, orangey-hue, glistening with streaks of sunset yellow. It poured smoothly into their glasses, and Chuuya, from a refrigerated box half underneath the table, scooped some ice with a metal, curved scoop into his drink, then looking to Dazai. "Want that shitty circular ice you always get?" He asked, pressing his wings more firmly to his back to see the man's reaction. "Always." Chuuya mumbled under his breath of how much space the ice really took, leaving barely room for any liquor, yet doing his partner a favor by picking a rather large one, just as Dazai preferred. Handing his drink to his partner, they sidled up close to one another, eyes roaming over the tide of multi-colored heads of brown, gold, black, and red, fitting the cozy atmosphere of the yellow and orange surrounding the ballroom Chuuya and Dazai rented for the night. "Wanna head to the window? They'll be able to see you better there," Dazai jeered, nudging Chuuya's shoulder and nearly knocking the drink out of his hand, earning a sour look from the redhead. "Can you minimize the short jokes for one evening? Is that an impossible task for you or some shit?" "Hehe. You know me so well." Dazai bumped his hips with Chuuya's teasingly, before taking lead to a staircase that ended at a large set of glass doors, revealing the night sky behind them. Once they neared the top, they saw from their standpoint everyone had glasses filled with some sort of alcohol, some of them nearly drained of all their contents. Chuuya looked to Dazai. "How should we get their attention?" "Yell, of course, Chuuya. You have an unmistakable voice for a tiny Chibi, after all. I'm surprised for someone your size can fit your highest volume." Dazai said with a Cheshire-cat grin, his jokes getting shittier by the minute. "Sigh. Well, cover your ears."
"OI! ATTENTION EVERYBODY!" He shouted, so loud that it nearly echoed in the entire ballroom, within seconds capturing everyone's attention. Eyes trained on the two. The redhead's scars itched but he ignored them.
"It's been a great pleasure to invite you all here tonight," Chuuya said, loud and clear, keeping a tight hold on his glass. "This year, as many others, have been one-of-a-kind. I'd like to thank everyone here for being a part of that, friend or foe, for most of us have changed for the better for it. I have high hopes for the upcoming year, for myself, my partner, and all the rest of you. I'm sure, just as the many before it, will be just as great, if not better." A hushed silence gathered below, listening to Chuuya's speech. Some of them smiled. Chuuya raised his glass. "A toast, if you will, to the new year." Dazai beside him raised his glass. And everyone, other than the few among them that were underage, raised their glasses. "To the New year for the Stray dogs." "To the New year for the Stray dogs!" Yelled the courus of all the others below, the clinking of glasses creating a small song as others began laughing joyfully. Chuuya turned to Dazai with a wide, closed-mouth grin, his eyes gorgeous and sparkling, breathtaking, the ocean after a storm; a sight to behold. "And to us," He said, much quieter, his feathers bristling. "A new year to Double Black," He agreed, their glasses clinking together, liquor rising and licking the lips of the glasses, the ice bumping into the side. "A new year to Double Black," Chuuya reciprocated, and both drank, reminiscing the moment before it washed away into mind-numbing fun, and likely, succumbing to chaos for the rest of the night.
Happy New Years to everyone! :D I'm thankful to the mutals and the followers that have been following me since I joined Tumblr, and it's been pretty cool so far, so I hope for many years to come, I can stick on for a little while longer. Enjoy the rest of tonight, and see you next year in hopes for some more exciting content ;)
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To the Stray Dogs! 🥂 ;D
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A New Year's kiss.. thinking how lovely it would be for Wilmon to bring in the new year with that midnight kiss. 💕
💜❤️ They'll get their chance now because after so many obstacles, they're together. The feelings are real, worth everything, all-encompassing.. so happily thinking of them at a party and oh, they spot each other and.. 5,4, 3, 2, 1.. a kiss.. Happy New Year! I love you. Imagining them celebrating, surrounded by friends, fun times, beautiful lights.. 💜❤️
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trashedinpluto-jpg · 1 year
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so where's the heartstopper high school musical au
(happy nick and charlie release day 🥳🥳)
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Oh! A New Years Eve Gwynriel au!
The inner circle hold a huge new years eve party in a rented hall and during the night, Feysand announce they're pregnant and Nessian become engaged. Everyone's super happy and a little drunk, waiting with increasing anticipation for the clock to strike midnight.
Azriel is overjoyed for his brothers, but he's also kind of sad. A new year is just hours away, and his brothers have entered new and exciting chapters in their lives while he's still alone and doing the same things.
From a dark corner, he observes all the party goers, putting names to each face he sees. Even if he doesn't personally know everyone here, like Rhys, he knows who they are, and he idly wonders will be kissing who when the clock strikes midnight.
Suddenly, he notices an unfamiliar flash of red in the crowd and focuses his attention on the girl dancing with carefree passion in the center of everything.
He stares at her, unable to fit a name to her or the dark skinned brunette dancing beside her and Mor. Without any warning, the redhead stops and turns in his direction. Hazel eyes lock with bright teal, Azriel's brow raises questioningly, as if silently asking the girl who she is, and Gwyn flashes him a teasing grin before moving deeper into the crowd.
Azriel follows her, and for the next few hours, a little game of cat and mouse ensues.
Azriel searches for Gwyn in the crowd. They make eye contact, and she'll teasingly gesture for him to come closer before disappearing again.
Azriel will stop by the bar, looking around, and the bartender hands him a drink from, "the cute redhead." The napkin the glass is set on has a little message, "catch me if you can." Grinning like crazy, Azriel downs the drink, stuffs the note in his pocket, and sets off again.
At one point, Azriel feels a tap on his shoulder and turns just in time to see Gwyn turn a corner.
Eventually, Azriel ends up outside on a balcony, thinking his mystery girl left the party. He hadn't been able to find her for the last 20 minutes, so she must not have been enjoying herself as much as he thought.
The countdown starts, and Azriel decides to stay outside and greet the new year on his own. He doesn't particularly want to be surrounded by people kissing and cheering at the moment.
Then he hears someone behind him and turns around to see Gwyn just as everyone else inside is shouting "Three! Two! One!" As soon as the clock strikes midnight, Gwyn pushes up on her toes and kisses Azriel.
Azriel kisses her back without hesitation, and everything that's not her seems to fade away. He doesn't know her name or why she's there, but none of that matters because he's already decided that if she's willing, he will learn everything about her and teach her everything about himself.
However, when Azriel opens his eyes to ask her name, she's already disappearing back inside into the mass of celebrators. He tries to go after he, but it's no use. She's gone, and Azriel feels like he's going to go insane if he can't see her again.
Azriel doesn't sleep. Instead, he pours through the guest book, looking for any name he doesn't recognize and comparing the writing to the note from his pocket, but nothing matches. He goes to Rhys, but Rhys has no idea who Azriel is asking about, and neither does Feyre. He tries Cassian but walks away from that encounter with nothing but a brusied rib from trying to wake his very drunk, passed out, brother. Nesta is far too hungover to deal with this and threatens to castrate Azriel if he so much as whispers to her while she has a headache.
Desperate, Azriel takes to walking around town, hoping to run into her, but the only person he manages to find is Mor. She comments on his apparent lack of sleep, and he explains what he's doing. Mor's eyes light up in recognition, and Azriel demands to know everything she knows. Mor explains that she doesn't know the redhead, but she's very well acquainted with the other mystery girl, Emerie.
Azriel begs Mor for Emerie's number or some other way to contact her, anything if it's means he can find his mysterious redhead. Mor pulls out her phone and calls Emerie.
Mor: Hey Em. No, I didn't forget anything at your place. Just listen, I have my friend here, and apparently, he's like head over heels in love with your friend. So, what was her name again?
Azriel: And number? Or maybe address?
Mor passes along Gwyn's address, and Azriel immediately takes off running down the street.
He ends up on Gwyn's porch, suddenly nervous, wondering if she even wants to see him again or if it was just a silly little game to her. Hands shaking, he prepares to knock, but the door swings open before he can touch it and comes face to face with Gwyn.
There is a brief moment of silence as they look at each other, and then they're kissing and grabbing at one another fiercely. When they finally break apart to catch their breaths. Gwyn giggles and whispers, "Happy New Year, Azriel."
Azriel moves forward, gently pushing Gwyn between the wall and his body and whispers, "I finally caught you, Gwyn." Before kissing her again.
The next day, Azriel takes Gwyn over to the townhouse and is shocked when she hugs Nesta.
Azriel: You know her?
Gwyn: Of course I do. She and Emerie are my best friends. Who do you think invited me to the party?
Azriel, turning to Nesta: You knew who she was the entire time, and instead of telling me, you let me wander the streets for hours?
Nesta: You woke me up at four in the morning while I was hungover. Absolutely, I let you wander the streets!
As always, this prompt is up for grabs.
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agusrkive · 5 months
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under the New Year’s Eve mistletoe
Coldest Winter (Levi Ackerman)
summary: a soldier’s heart and a man’s will is tested when war breaks out leaving him stranded and finds himself far away from the life he only once dreamed of the moment he met you.
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There is no glory in battle worth the blood it costs, for war does not determine who is right— only who is left.
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ELD. 848 PL.
December 24, 1942
under command/ FADM Erwin Smith
Sgt. Annie Leonhart wounded
Sgt. Pieck Finger wounded
Sgt. Marco Bott wounded
T/Sgt. Connie Springer wounded
1st Sgt. Armin Arlert wounded
1st Sgt. Jean Kirschtein wounded
1st Sgt. Bertolt Hoover wounded
M/Sgt. Miche Zacharius wounded
T/Sgt. Colt Grice killed in action
1st Sgt. Porco Galliard killed in action
1st Sgt. Marcel Galliard killed in action
1st Sgt. Reiner Braun missing in action
1st Sgt. Logan Magath missing in action
M/Sgt. Zeke Jaëger missing in action
M/Sgt. Levi Ackerman missing in action
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December 31, 1942
to my dearest,
I wrote this letter to you on the 14th of July, Year 1942. It is with a heavy heart I bring this news to you. Today, the platoon had decided to send our unit to the north of Kolberg, Germany for the next operation. It seems like the war won’t be stopping anytime soon and by the time you have received this, it will be around late December. I miss you and not a single day goes by that my thoughts weren’t plagued by you.
I missed you and think of you even at times I shouldn’t. I have you in mind all the time and I haven’t forgotten about the promise I made to you.
I might not be able to come home soon, but I will come home to you and run with my feet if I have to. Right now, it must be the eve of the 31st of December when you’re reading this.
Please, don’t worry about me and I’ll do the same. There’s a lot of things for me to say that the tip of my pen won’t be able to suffice and before I forget to tell you, there’s an odd spot at your place where I seem to have grown fond of, especially with my last visit a year ago. At the backdoor where the scenery of nature can be witnessed, there’s something that I would like to do. I won’t go into details, but I hope when the next winter comes, I’ll be there by your side. Then we’ll settle the rest of things under the mistletoe.
The world is cruel and full of danger, but it’s merciful enough to have led me to you.
- L.A
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apollosbisexualass · 5 months
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You 2023 losers
— Australia
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