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So a lot of you have probably been wondering whatâs been going on with us lately. Well, to be honest, weâve each been dealing with some complicated personal issues. And so due to how far into the year we are, weâve decided to cancel this yearâs Fic Awards.
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Summary: This story is about the dangers of an ancient winter magic, and how the sides find each other after getting lost in the woods.
Relationship: established Virgil/Roman/Patton/Logan
Warning: thereâs a brief description of kidnapping, and a brief allusion to death (not to major characters)
Word count: 1,200 words exactly
  Virgil was many things, and a fool wasnât one of them. Even if he was in the forest alone, walking along the winding path as the sky darkened.
  The wind had been strong enough to knock off his hood, whipping through his hair. It was still now.
  He was no fool.
  When the last thing heâd seen was a pair of blue smiling lips and freshly falling snow swirling around him, there was only one thought he could muster before the darkness set in,
  âThank gods it was me-â
~â˘~â˘~
  The villagers were quick to forget about his presence. It was easier to turn a blind eye in the winter, easier to pretend that the people who disappeared and didnât return each year, did of their own free will.
  Easier for most. Not for all.
  When Logan, Roman, and Patton asked searched, travelling from house to house, the villagers were quick to anger as well.
  âItâs the icy season boys, go home if you know whatâs good for you.â
  Thatâs what Virgil had been doing.
  âStop nosing your way around the village so close to nightfall, you know how dangerous it is.â
  Virgil knew the dangers.
  âIf you really want to find that man, youâll have to go to the woods. You know you might not return if you do⌠I hope heâs worth it.â
  Virgil was.
~â˘~â˘~
  Roman was the first off of his horse, patting itâs flank to send it back home. The trees were far to dense for anything but traveling on foot.
  The other two quickly followed suit, coming forward to stand beside him, torches in hand. The path was dark. The falling night would only make it darker.
  âI shouldnât have left him alone.â
  Patton sighed, moving to pull Roman closer, âI could say the same thing you knowâŚâ, he gives a weak smile when Logan joins the hug (it wasnât complete- it would never be until a fourth set of arms could encircle them).
âHe wouldnât blame us, and when we find him, weâll never make the same mistake again.â
~â˘~â˘~
  Scanning through the trees, Roman tenses in surprise at the distinct feeling of a snowball hitting him on the back of the neck.
  It was so foggy all of a sudden.
  Another snowball, and suddenly it doesnât matter because a familiar laugh guides him through the forest.
  âVirgil?â
  A relieved smile and a burst of speed sends him off the path. The world grows hazy, even the light of his torch growing fuzzy, but everything was alright. Theyâd found him.
  Freshly falling snow began to swirl around him.
  âVirgil!â
~â˘~â˘~
  Patton trudged forward, slowly swinging his torch back and forth and back and forth and-
  The distinct taste of something sweet settles on his tongue, giving him pause. Was that⌠ice cream?
  He shakes his head, squinting at a familiar shape in the woods. A person.
  It was so foggy all of a sudden.
  It waves around what he recognises to be the frozen dessert, but none of that matters half so much as the figure holding it.
  Tears sprang to his eyes as he beamed, stepping closer and closer, following where he lead him, straying from the path. He always seemed just a step away.
  âVirgil?â
  The answering laugh made him rush to get closer, joy filling his heart. Heâs dropped his torch, the hazy light of the stars his only guide in the dark, fresh snow beginning to swirl around him.
  He can hardly bring himself to care about any of that, he was so close.
  âVirgil!â
~â˘~â˘~
  Suddenly aware of the singular sound of his footsteps along the path, Logan casts a weary glance around.
  The howling wind only serving to heighten his awareness of the heavy beating of his heart.
  âRoman? Patton?â
He takes a step forward.
  ââŚVirgil?â
  Itâs his final call when he realises heâs not truly alone, three separate figures heading away from him, all in the same direction.
  Three.
  It was so foggy all of a sudden.
  At the edge of the path, he pauses. He shouldnât do this. Looking up again, (impossibly) he can still see them jogging in the same direction. If he squints, perhaps he imagined one of them turning back to beckon him along.
  âVirgil?â
  Without them, he was alone.
  He jumps from the path, running after them. No more thought left for the fading light of the torch in his hand, or the freshly falling snow beginning to swirl around him.
  Running after them, he could allow himself to believe that theyâd done it, theyâd found him.
  âVirgil!â
~â˘~â˘~
  Her marks run out onto the frozen water, each caught in whatever dream had fallen over them.
  She never did bother to check and see what they could, but that didnât matter these days. What mattered was that they kept her alive and warm in the cold.
  Virgil was it? He went wrong. Something in him wouldnât let her steal his soul. Inconsequential. Sheâd left him to simmer in her magic. He would make a good puppet one day. It was just her luck that his spirit had unwittingly called out to these three individuals. Imagine what he could do with her guiding hand.
  He lay, drifting in the air, just above the middle of the lake. She circles them all. There was nothing to do but wait, and watch patiently as they scrambled their way closer.
  Freshly falling snow began swirling around them, the wind pushing the snowflakes through her hair. She frowns at the white strands, the snowflakes soft and unfamiliar. She didnât cause this.
  Still, an unbidden smile tugs at her lips when she hears the first crack. It was too late. Their souls were hers.
  âYouâre on thin ice gentlemen,â she coos, voice caught in the wind.
  And suddenly they can see clearly, the magic faded from their eyes. There is only Virgil, left floating in front of them, and a towering woman in white, beautiful in every way except for the look in her eyes and the knowing smile she held on her blue lips.
  The ice creaks and cracks further under their feet.
~â˘~â˘~
  Three times.
  They call his name three times, and even under this darkness, he will answer them.
  Suddenly, it is she who looks afraid.
  He is drifting in something powerful. If he took control now, he would be changed forever.
  âVirgil! Can you hear me?â
  The ice had stopped crumbling beneath them.
  âVirgil, sweetheart could you open your eyes?â
  The snow still fell.
   âVirgil!â
  Three calls. He would answer them.
  The wind howls louder than ever, the ice groaning under an immense pressure.
  But the three are safe.
  They watch the witch, there in one moment, closing her eyes. And then she is gone.
  The world falls silent and still. Patton turns, gasping as Virgil settles his feet on the ground, solid ice forming.
  His eyes glow bright, his hair a pure white, and his lips an icy blue.
  When he grants them a hesitant smile, the spell is broken and they rush forward. Four sets of arms around each other.
Hi guys! I saw a post about fanders fic awards and I couldnât resist! This is a Logicality and Prinxiety oneshot, and is a fluff work. Enjoy!
It all started with Roman.
Roman came running down the stairs on a wintry day in his sweater, finding Logan reading at the kitchen table, Patton making hot cocoa, and Virgil sitting on top of the fridge. This didnât phase Roman, who was used to seeing this every morning.Â
Roman slid to a stop, a feet made more difficult by his socks (Iâm sorry I couldnât help it). As he was about to greet the others, a black and purple blur leapt onto his back. Roman swung around Virgil, who had jumped off the fridge, and set him down in front of him.
âGood morning, Hot Topic!â Roman said, giving Virgil a quick peck before grabbing his red and gold mug, containing cocoa. He took a sip.
âThis cocoa is delightful, Patton!â Roman exclaimed, smiling at the fatherly side, who shrugged and smiled.
âI know how to please my kiddos, of course!â Patton bubbled, carrying dark blue and light blue mugs to the table. He flicked the book Logan was reading.
âLo, the others are here!â Patton informed the intelligent side.
Logan looked up from his book. âOh. Terribly sorry. Salutations, Roman.â
âMorning, nerd,â Roman quipped.
âPlease tell me you arenât going to drag me somewhere else in public today. Weâve been out every day this week,â Virgil asked. âSorry,â he tacked on, âI havenât had coffee, so Iâm whiny. And have no filter.â
Patton laughed. âWe actually are staying in today, my dark strange son! You arenât the only one whoâs tired.â
âI am quite grateful as well. We donât have to shapeshift today,â Logan added on.
âGood news! I have an idea of what we could do today!â Roman exclaimed.
âOh no,â Virgil said, âRoman, the last time you said that, I ended up with a broken arm and a new scar.â
Roman chuckled nervously. âDonât worry, I wasnât thinking anything like last time. I was thinking we could stay in and play board games, or watch movies.â
Patton smiled excitedly. âOoh, can we watch The Princess Bride?â
âPatton-â Logan started, but Patton used such effective puppy eyes, Logan stopped and sighed, smiling. âOf coure we can watch that.â
Virgil and Roman quietly cooed in the background as Patton squealed and Logan smiled, almost somewhat foolishly.
âHey Logan, cat-lover got your tongue?â
Logan flushed bright red at Virgilâs comment.
âVirgil, you know better than making puns in front of Patton! He will react at high frequencies!â
âSure thing, mom,â Virgil said with a smirk.
Logan froze. Patton was issuing a high-pitched noise that quickly turned into all out squealing.Â
âOh my goodness, Virgil made a mom joke! Or, a dad joke⌠about moms!â
Roman glanced at Virgil with a knowing look. âThis is why I love you, you know.â
Virgil grinned chaotically. âI know.â
Logan regained his composure. He turned to Virgil.
âYouâre grounded.â
Virgil and Roman doubled over laughing.
Patton grinned cluelessly. âKinda funny. Iâm Dad and Logan is Mom!â Patton continued smiling for a moment before his expression shifted to realization. âWait-â
Logan looked defeated. âI give up. Virgil wins.â
Patton looked at Logan hopefully. âWas Virgil implying what I think he was implying?â
Logan covered his face with his hands, but you could still see his red blush. âYes, I suppose he was.â
Patton smiled excitedly. âIs he correct?â
Logan sighed. âYes.â
Patton squealed yet again, and Logan risked a glance. Logan turned his head to be met with a kiss from Patton. Logan turned an even deeper red, though he didnât pull away.
Patton pulled away a moment later when Roman and Virgil started whistling, a goofy grin on his face.
âGood thing too, âcause Iâve wanted to do that for a while now.â
At that Logan smiled, before putting an arm around Patton and steering him towards the living room.
âI think itâs time for a movie.â
The four of them sat down, turned on Pattonâs requested film, drank hot cocoa, and talked for the rest of the day.
Summary: Patton reflects on his turbulent relationship with Virgil and wonders if trying to fix their friendship is even worth the effort anymore.
Relationships: Patton/Virgil but mostly Patton-centric
Warnings: Feelings of hopelessness, self-deprecation, one mention of Deceit
Word Count: 735
âYou make me want to dieâŚof laughter. âBest friend.â
Best friend. It was amazing how much could change in a single year. Last Christmas, he and Virgil were as close as could be, but now nothing was the same.
Patton slumped down in his desk chair and held the card out in front of him. He stared it up and down, examining every detail until his vision blurred and tears fell down his cheeks. He put the card back down and spun around to stare out his open door.
The Mind Palace was mostly quiet, with the exception of Roman watching Elf alone in the living room; he had invited Patton to join him earlier, but Patton just wasnât up to it.
Virgilâs room was right across the hall, but his own door was closed. From his position in the chair, Patton could see the deep purple paint and the clutter of MCR and Tim Burton posters. Patton thought it was fantasticâso different from all the other doors, but still so special in Virgilâs own uniqueâ
Wait. No, no. Virgil didnât want that. Things may not have been what they once were, but if Patton was going to have any chance of keeping him around, he was going to have to get out of this whole âspecial angelâ mindset. He winced in self-deprecation and got up to close the door.
He started pacing his room, his breathing growing heavier. His relationship with Virgil was on thin ice and there seemed to be nothing he could do to slow its deterioration.
But it wasnât all bad..right? After all, Virgil was the one who had told Logan to give his puppet idea a chance. And he offered up that high five just twenty minutes later. And he did seem satisfied earlier that day when Patton had managed to immediately come up with a better nickname. This was something they could figure out.
âŚMaybe.
Maybe it was something they could work out if Patton was smart enough to. But was he, really? He was the one who messed up Logan and Romanâs matching costume idea, after all, and even though he didnât let it show it was horribly awkward. Somehow he was managing to be a bumbling, clueless father and an immature kid all at the same time.
He just didnât understand. His talk with Thomas lifted his spirits a tad, but it didnât make Virgilâs needs any easier to understand. And if he couldnât understand, then what was the point in trying?
Patton slowed down his pacing as he gave that concept a little more thought. A wave of anguish washed over him as it sunk in that no matter how hard he tried, things would never be as good as they once were. It was like what they said about trustâyou could try to fix it all you wanted but it was always going to be cracked.
He wasnât so sure he wanted to deal with that pain. To be reminded every single day that his love for Virgil had pushed the latter too far, and that now Virgilâs appreciation of him was merelyâŚbegrudging. Heâd rather just be hated.
He stopped short. MaybeâŚmaybe that was the solution. To drive Virgil away at all costs and just have a clean break. It would take a lot of resolve, and he might reach out to Deceit to get a little training. But in the end, it would be easier for everyone.
He went to the desk and picked up the card again. With trembling hands, he brought it up to eye level and held it from the top between both of his thumbs and forefingers.
He had to do this, at least. It was the first step. The past was done and it was time to move on.
Whimpering, he looked off to the side. Then, after taking a few deep breaths, he pulled his right arm closer to his chest and shot his left arm straight at the wallâall while keeping a tight grip on the card.
Rip.
He turned back to look at the shreds of paper in his hands, and with gritted teeth crumpled them both up and chucked them into the trash can. Then he wiped his eyes and changed into a green and red sweater.
Maybe watching Elf would help take his mind off things.
Summary: Roman has absolutely no intention of ever revealing to his three best friends and housemates, who are now dating, that heâs in love with all of them as well. Fortunately, things do not go as planned. An extended metaphor ensues.
Relationships: Roman/Patton/Virgil/Logan
Warnings: brief mention of death
Word count: 1180
Roman heard the metaphorical ice creak beneath his feet the second he walked into the living room. Patton and Virgil and Logan were already in there, cuddling on the couch sipping hot chocolate while Patton played some video game and the other two offered encouragement and advice. Clearly they were having couple- well, triad bonding time. Clearly, Roman should stay out of their way and go right back to his room. Just like heâd been doing every other time he saw the three of them together in the past few weeks. The warning signs in his head couldnât have been any clearer: danger, thin ice! Stay away!
It wasnât fair, he thought, as he hovered at the edge of the warm aura they always seemed to give off. It wasnât fair that theyâd all somehow managed to get together during the few days Roman had been away last month. It wasnât fair that they kept trying to get him to do things with them anyway, as if they didnât think it would be unbearably awkward, as if they didnât realize his avoiding them was for the best. It wasnât fair that he found himself moving so carefully in his own home to keep them from noticing how completely, hopelessly in love with all of them he was, and had been for ages.
Yes, he should definitely go back upstairs. Standing here admiring his crushes from the other side of the room wasnât going to help anything. Maybe he would be able to get over them eventually if he stayed away, although his romantic soul said he would more likely keep pining forever and leave a beautiful handwritten letter for them to find after his death, in which he would finally confess his true feelings, and it would all be extremely tragic because they would realize theyâd loved him all along now that it was too late, but also if they didnât feel the same way he wouldnât be alive to get rejected. (That last bit was the only reason he hadnât decided to try writing them a letter before dying.) He may have gotten slightly lost in the fantasy, which was why he didnât realize they had noticed him leaning in the doorway until someone called his name.
âUh⌠Earth to Roman?â
He jumped and looked up, feeling even less stable than before.
âAre you⌠feeling alright?â
âYou were just staring into space, we got kinda worried!â
Oh, lovely, now he had all of them looking concerned. He couldnât very well tell them what heâd been thinking about. âNo need to worry, my dear friends,â he assured. âJust daydreaming again, you know me! Struck by inspiration on my way to the kitchen, and I couldnât very well ignore it, could I?â He turned in that direction. It would be safer in the kitchen, less chance of the ground collapsing under him at any moment. âIâll just grab a snack and be on my way now.â
âAw, Ro, why donât you take a break and join us?â
Oh, come on, not now! Not when he was already emotional over them⌠although, to be fair, that was most of the time. âI canât,â he pleaded without turning around, hoping Patton wouldnât push it any further. He could feel the cracks beginning to grow under his feet; he needed to get out of here. âIâm- simply too busy at the moment.â
âAt the moment?â Out of the corner of his eye, Roman could see that Virgil was standing now. âHow about every time weâve tried to do anything with you for the past month? Did you think we werenât gonna notice?â
âI didnât- itâs not on purpose,â he protested weakly.
âItâs fairly obvious that you have been avoiding us ever sinceâŚâ Loganâs eyes narrowed as he looked over his shoulder at Roman, and the cracks spread. âEver since the three of us entered into a relationship.â
Virgil stepped forward as if to defend the other two from him, and oh, Roman was not prepared for how much that hurt. âDo you have a problem with-â
âNo! No, I, of course not!â He finally turned at that, hands up in a placating gesture.
âThen why?â Patton sounded quite upset, and he felt horrible for causing it. âWe miss you, Roman, please just tell us whatâs wrong so we can fix it!â
âItâs nothing!â he insisted. âReally! Itâs just that- youâre all together,â he made a pushing-together motion with both hands to illustrate their current position, âand I donât see anything wrong with it, I swear, itâs fine, but you- you donât really want me in that, do you, we all know I would just get in the way of all your relationshippy stuff and it would be weird, so I donât understand why you insist on constantly asking me to fourth-wheel you and making this so much harder than it needs to be!â His voice broke, but he wasnât going to cry, the conversation was going badly enough as it was. He didnât dare look any of them in the face. Would that be enough to convince them, that burst of unplanned honesty? Would they see, now, why they needed to let him stay away?
ââŚOh, Roman.â
He opened his eyes- when had he closed his eyes? And since when were they standing right in front of him? Could he even move at this point without setting off a chain reaction that would ruin everything, or was he already doomed? âŚWas he breathing right now?
Patton made an aborted move to touch his face. Roman, feeling a bit dazed, made an equally aborted move to lean toward him, to let it happen. Patton hesitated a moment and then closed the gap, brushing a tear away with his thumb before it could fall. âOh, Roman,â he said again, softly. âYou love us, donât you?â
Crack.
The sound may not have been real, but to Roman it was like a gunshot. It was the sound of the world finally, inevitably, shattering around him. He squeezed his eyes shut again as he fell, bracing himself. They flew open again in shock when rather than the freezing waters of rejection, he landed in the arms of three warm, non-metaphorical people.
âWhâŚ?â
âYouâre an idiot,â Virgil muttered from his right side, hugging him tightly.
âCertainly not very observant,â agreed Logan from his left.
âWe love you too, silly,â sighed a fondly exasperated Patton, who now had Romanâs face cradled in both hands. âWeâve been trying to get a chance to talk to you about it and you just wouldnât let us!â
âI- I thoughtâŚâ He blinked, shaking his head, and then laughed. âI really am an idiot.â
âYup. But at least youâre our idiot.â
âIndeed.â
âWe love you,â Patton said again, bumping their foreheads together for emphasis. A bit late he added, âBe nice, you two.â
Roman thought- although he knew better than to say it out loud- that he could get used to being called an idiot, as long as it came with a side of being theirs.
Summary: Roman has decided to take the sides out to the imagination, but things donât always go as planned
Relationships: Patton/Roman/Logan/Virgil
Warnings: Hypothermia, Cold
Word count: 1110
Virgilâs POV
Roman had wanted to take them to the imagination all week, saying there was something he wanted to show them. Virgil was nervous about going, but went downstairs nonetheless, and they headed to the door to the imagination.
Once they were inside, Logan, Patton and Virgil all gasped in shock and awe. It was beautiful. The snow was glittering as if it was made of crystals, and it covered everything. There was a little path with less snow on it, and you could see prints of animals that had come through on it. There were woods on either side of it with tall trees and shrubbery all around that was covered in the snow so it looked almost like a blanket.
As Roman led them, they could see a little cabin up ahead with a frozen lake next to it. The cabin was made of a beautiful wood with gold accents added to it. From the window, you could see a beautiful fireplace with black brick and a royal blue mantel piece.
âThis is amazing, Ro!â Patton said, mesmerized by the house and snow. They didnât get much (if any) snow in Florida, so this was amazing to see this much snow in one place.
âI do have to say, you really outdid yourself.â Logan said, admiring the detail that Roman had put into this. Everything from the wood, to the lake, to their surroundings like the woods and path had the little quirks that everything had in the real world.
âNot bad, Princey.â Virgil said, still feeling anxious about the whole thing, but a tiny bit calmer now.
Iâm glad you all like it. There are a couple things we could do. I think, though, that we should go ice skating. I think all of you would enjoy it.
âIâm cool with that,â Patton said, hearing Logan groan.
âThat would be adequate.â Logan replied, seeming undeterred by the whole thing, though you could see a small smile forming on his lips.
âIf youâre sure itâs safe.â Virgil replied, more nervous about this than anything else they could have done. Him? On ice? With sharp blades? In the middle of nowhere? There were so many things that could go wrong. Someone could fall and cut themselves badly. They could fall through the ice. Knowing Roman and knowing he wouldnât do anything halfway, there would be freezing cold water under there. What would they do then? How would they get whoever fell through out? There were so many what ifs, but he trusted Roman. He just hoped that hope would be enough for everything to be fine.
A Time-skip Is Used..
Virgilâs POV
It turns out that ice skating was fine. At first he was a little nervous, but with the encouragement of the others, he was actually having fun.
Roman, of course, was amazing at skating. He had amazing footwork, and could do amazing tricks. Virgil had been worrying over almost all of them thinking about how he might fall and hurt himself. Stil, itl was pretty good.
Patton was having fun just making figure eights, but had gone in the cabin, saying that he was going to make some cookies and hot chocolate.
Logan, too, eventually got off the ice, and went into the cabin, coming out a little bit later with a book.
Virgil, howerer, decided to stay on the ice. With all the tricks Roman had been doing, Virgil was worried that the ice might crack underneath him (and maybe he liked skating, too, but not like he was going to tell the other sides that).
Turns out that Virgilâs fears were correct, though, when he noticed a tiny crack in the ice under Roman. It was small enough that if you werenât paying attention to it, you wouldnât see it, but large enough to break if someone went over it.
And thatâs exactly what Roman was about to do. He was skating fast enough that he knew Roman wouldnât be able to stop in time if Virgil told him, so, making a quick decision, he skated toward Roman, and pushed him back as the ice fell through under him, and he went under the ice.
The first thing Virgil felt, was that it was freezing. Then, there were hands on him, and he could feel them pulling, but their fingers slipped, and he sunk deeper into the water.
Virgil started becoming warmer, which confused him because he could have sworn he was cold a couple minutes ago. Then there were hands grabbing onto him.
He felt himself getting pulled upwards, but could barely feel the hands on him with how numb his skin felt. He started falling asleep, but felt strong arms give his body a strong shake, and his eyes fluttered open, not remembering when he closed them.
Virgil felt himself getting picked up, and the others moving him gently. He felt someone trying to take off his hoodie, and he grabbed onto it the best he could, though his fingers felt numb.
âLet go, Virge. It will only make you colder,â someone said, using a soft voice. Knowing it was one of his boyfriends, he let go. He wondered why taking it off would make him cold, but he let them take his clothes off and put him in some fuzzy pajamas. They then took him to the couch in front of the fireplace, putting blankets around him.
He felt one of them get under the blankets next to him, and put him on their lap, which Virgil didnât protest to because of the warmth the other person was giving off.
After a couple of minutes, the Logan and Patton came in.Patton held a mug out to Virgil and Virgil tried to reach for it, but Roman (whose lap he was sitting in) gently pushed his hands down with one of his own, and took the cup with the other. Roman then gently moved, and put the cup up to his lips. Virgil tried to reach for it again, but Roman just put his hands down again and held the cup to his mouth. Roman tilt the cup up a bit and let Virgil drink from it, who was enjoying the slight burn in his throat.
After a while, the mug was empty, and Virgil was a good bit warmer. He snuggled up into Romanâs chest, and felt an arm on his back. Logan, after making sure that Virgil was warm enough to rest, started reading the book in his hand, brushing his fingers through Virgilâs hair. Virgilâs eyes slowly started to slip shut, and, he let unconsciousness drag him under.
Hey, so I'm getting the sense that you guys ultimately didn't get enough submissions to hold a competition...which is unfortunate, but in any case I was wondering if I was free to post the story I wrote to my own blog now?
Hey there anon. Mod David here. Sorry about taking so long to get back to you.
It is true that we did not get as many submissions as we would have liked to receive for this competition. But we will be posting the submissions we did receive very shortly so that those who submitted them can reblog them to their own blogs.
We will also be posting the winners of each category by noon tomorrow, so be on the lookout for that as well.
Again, we apologize for being a little behind on all this and would like to thank you all for your patience in the matter.
Weâre extending the deadline until December 29th at midnight Mountain Standard Time because weâre nice like that. :)
The submissions weâre already received and the ones received at the second deadline will be posted, read, and judged equally and at the same time.
Please submit fics and spread this post, so anyone who missed the initial deadline knows! Your prompt is still âThin Iceâ and categories are the same as listed here!
Use this extra time wisely, my friends! And remember- no writing is bad writing
Weâre extending the deadline until December 29th at midnight Mountain Standard Time because weâre nice like that. :)
The submissions weâre already received and the ones received at the second deadline will be posted, read, and judged equally and at the same time.
Please submit fics and spread this post, so anyone who missed the initial deadline knows! Your prompt is still âThin Iceâ and categories are the same as listed here!
Use this extra time wisely, my friends! And remember- no writing is bad writing
âď¸How to format your submissions for Holiday Fic Comp 2018!âď¸
Because thatâs good to know right?
Go to our submissions and make yourself a nice little text submission!
Toss the name of your fic in the title bar along with (HFC18)
Bold your fic summary as the first line of text, then put any ships below, then your warnings, and word count beneath that.
Leave an empty space between the word count for the âkeep readingâ stop, then get your full story on there!
Donât forget! Submissions are due by December 27th at midnight, Mountain Standard Time! Good luck!âď¸
