Light and dark. Order and chaos. Some call it fate, some call it destiny. Some believe the gods control all, some know there is a power even gods must answer to. And yet there is a truth to these forces: the world is a cycle. What goes up must come down.
Humanity flourishes across wide fields and rocky mountains, from the Aiclean Sea to across the Iolirelan continent. Those gifted practice their small magics, and all tremble before the might of the gods. Beasts of Night and Day chase each other across the sky; summer yields to autumn and winter to spring. The cycle continues to turn.
But everything changes when strands of shadow fall from the Night beast to the ground and claimed by a human mage.
What would a human do, given the powers of a god?
Is destiny truly fixed?
Or is it something to claim or conquer, ignore or understand?
Genre: Fantasy
Content warnings: violence, child abuse, mentions of transphobia
Main Characters:
Micah Grey cannot remember his past. All he has is his name a bloody sword, but he will do what it takes to recover his past and protect those he loves.
Dinah Winterspek answered her goddess's call. She traveled far from home to bring balance and order as was demanded of her. Yet she is so much more than a pawn.
Celeste Belod is the last of four siblings destined for the throne. She thinks them all blind to the shadow growing over their kingdom. If she can prove herself, she can ensure the crown goes to the most worthy.
Damien Halmont doesn't believe in destiny. He believes in what he can explain, in the magic he has been practicing since he came of age. Destiny has done nothing but take from him and he plans to take it all back.
Sometimes this gets overlooked because of first time anal but I always get emotional when I think about them kissing LIKE THAT for the first time in TWO YEARS
As an older queer, allow me to say: the walls of the closet are load-bearing. It is our job as a community to stand in front of that door and tell everyone who wants to peek inside to fuck off.
There are so many reasons a person may choose not to come out and there is no reason a person would owe the public or a stranger that information. Certainly it's not owed simply because someone is famous.
We have fought for decades to make it safer for people to be open and authentic about themselves, but we are not yet there. And even if we were, the closet would still be something we need to maintain for those who are not ready to reveal that part of themselves.
it's such a random harmless thing but it pisses me off so much for no reason kjks it's one of the few things we canonically know he enjoys doing outside of hockey! its basically 1) real estate 2) movies 3) that's it. he got excited at the idea of meeting rose landry and was starstruck when he did! he surprised her by knowing and remembering well one of her old niche movies!
ive read several fics where ilya makes a reference to a movie or an actor or something and shane doesn't get it and ilya makes fun of him for it and i keep noping out when it happens sjsk he's literally the only character we know for a fact enjoys movies! one time in one of those fics they even had him answer "listen i just don't watch a lot of movies!" and i was like um?🤨
The moment you’ve all been waiting for has finally arrived. The official prompt list for 2026 is HERE!
Grab your favorite notebook, settle in with a warm drink, and take a look at what we have lined up for this year.
Which prompt are you most excited to tackle first? Let me know below. ✨
📖 2026 Event Prompt List
"I told you, I'm fine." / Loss of Balance
"When was the last time you actually slept?" / Sensory Overload
"Stop talking for a second." / Pharmacy Run
"I can handle it." / Lab Results
"You look pale." / Chronic Illness/Injury
"You feel warm." "I know." / Sharing a Bed
"I made coffee/tea." / Tired Caretaker
"Don't look at me like that." / Too Busy To Stop Working/Moving
"Let me help you." / Anxiety/Panic Attack
"Just sit down before you fall down." / Overworked
"You don't have to carry this by yourself." / Fever Induced Confession
"Just give me five minutes." / Hiding An Illness
"Everything is vibrating. Please stop talking." / Shaking Hands
"I'm just tired." / Burning the Candle at Both Ends
"I am completely capable of doing my job." / Brain Fog
“I was just trying to help.” / Exhausted Silence
"Everything is too loud." / Sleep Deprivation
"How long was I out?" / Waking up disoriented
"It's just a headache, drop it." / A cold compress.
"I didn't realize how bad it was until I sat down." / Uncontrollable shivering.
"Can you turn the lights down?" / Fluffy Blanket
"I don't think I can get up from here." / Warm drink
"I've handled worse than this." / New Medication
"I didn't think it would hit this fast." / Contlagion
"Hold onto me for a second, the floor is moving." / Stomach Virus
"My brain won't shut up." / Relapse
"Don't treat me like I'm fragile." / Loss of Fine Motor Skills
"I can't remember the word for it..." / Failed Masking
"I think I'm awake, but I'm not sure." / Wired but Tired
"Is it just me?" / Hot Flashes
"Just rest." / Tunnel Vision
🔄 Alternate Prompts
"Did I already say that out loud?"
"It's fine, it's just a seasonal thing."
"I don't need a doctor, I need an hour of silence."
"Everything is just... too much right now."
"I didn't mean to snap at you."
Ringing Ears
Nausea
Fight or Flight
Fever Dreams
Abandoned Tasks
Hey everyone, a quick note from me.
You might have noticed things have been a bit quiet around here lately, and the prompt list didn’t quite make the midnight debut like it was supposed to. Life got a little crazy behind the scenes, and the scheduled posts simply didn't happen. I’m really sorry for keeping you all waiting!
Thank you so much for your patience and for sticking around. The prompts are officially up now, and I’m incredibly excited to see what everyone creates this year.
Let's ease into it and make this event a great one! ✨
I’ve seen a lot of fics where Ilya is the hornier half of Shane&Ilya but may I present for your consideration: sexually repressed autistic man who was denying his desires for almost a decade and is now able to unmask a bit and also get fucked literally whenever he wants.
Shane, post-outing, is insatiable. He is cornering his husband in the equipment closet at the Cens arena, crowding him into the wall, “Jesus fucking Christ your cock in these sweatpants, baby, I need a taste,” sinking to his knees and swallowing Ilya’s dick before he’s even all the way hard (which lasts like half a second lol.)
Ilya and Shane walk into the locker room 10 minutes later, Ilya looking slightly dazed and flushed and Shane’s hair not fully back in place, the slightest smirk on his face.
Shane is drifting awake wrapped around Ilya like an octopus at 2 a.m., face nestled in the hollow of his throat, warm weight like a balm to his nervous system and Shane is so fucking happy and content he can’t help but stim a little bit, shivering and rubbing his face against Ilya’s neck and jaw, stubble sharp but in a good way, and rubbing his legs against Ilya’s like a little cricket and then he’s grinding against him, Ilya blinking awake to an armful of snuggly sleepy Shanya who needs to be full, please, Ilya, needs his cock so bad.
Shane is making a rule that they go home for lunch when they can because the chance to have Ilya alone for 45 minutes in the middle of the days is irresistible. Sometimes it’s stumbling through the door and quick, desperate handjobs on the couch, and once in a while when the team is just reviewing tape that morning, Shane will prep and plug himself, murmuring to Ilya on the way in the door that he “got ready for lunch a little early.” Ilya is painfully hard for four fucking hours, losing his train of thought every time he sees Shane shift the slightest bit in his seat, awkwardly carrying some papers and files in front of crotch to try to disguise what’s happening.
When they get home Ilya rims him until he’s crying and then fucks him through at least one more orgasm, maybe 2 and if they’re a couple minutes late coming back, well, traffic was bad, okay? Yes, Bood, the 1 p.m. on a Wednesday rush hour specifically in the three miles between their house and practice arena, no I’m fine I’m not limping, just tweaked my back at practice yesterday.
(There are two sets of fingertip bruises on Shane’s hips that were definitely not there yesterday.)
If the trash pickup people stop doing their job for two weeks you'd be throwing a fucking tantrum. Same for the janitors who keep your office spaces and bathrooms clean. (And that's before the various illnesses start to spread all over your city from the build up of pathogens.)
The people responsible keeping our spaces clean (and thus, mostly disease-free) should both be paid more AND thanked more.
If some tech billionaire who makes a million an hour stopped doing his job for two weeks, nobody would notice... well, some might notice because things would suddenly improve across the board.
speaking of larping as a knight u can get through basically any task by imagining that ur a knight or perhaps a squire undergoing various ordeals and such.
for example.
-car maintenance. a noble knight would never allow their steed to languish without proper care.
-laundry. a squire must maintain the wardrobe for themself and their knight and work hard to prove themself.
-exercise: a knight must train to keep their skills sharp and maintain their strength and stamina.
-conversation with annoying coworker? a knight must be gracious even in the face of provocation and maintain diplomacy and restraint so as not to make things difficult for their king and also not misuse their power by obliterating an unarmed man with sheer force of might no matter how much he DESERVES IT
if it really was no big deal and totally fine to use AI for "a few lines" of a fanwork, as some folks claim, then people wouldn't be rushing to edit their works clean of any trace of it, right now. period. but its not and we know it's not and they know it's not.
the datasets that these tools, even grammar/spellcheck ones use, are built on stolen writing from the very creatives that these people are creating alongside. ao3 has been scraped and fed to these sets to take advantage of free writing. to not know this or care about this is a problem because fandom is a community.
at what juncture do we respect the community we are in, more than we crave the capitalist satisfaction of production? at what juncture do we collectively enforce community standards and practices that tell folks to reach out to other human beings for art and build connection in order to find a beta, to find a mentor to tell them how to establish boundaries with pushy readers, to tell them how to be a fan and support a creator, to explain how to comment and reblog and post on the same platform with people and ENGAGE with others. how do we guide each other in learning how to exist in a collaborative art remix of a media object we all love? how do we create tangible infrastructure in our social networks that affords us the benefit of each other and discourages manipulation, disinformation, and isolation?
we have to be open to dialogue.
to learning. to critique. to growing. to educating. to taking a breath and a moment. to being wrong. to being vulnerable in reaching out to others. to talking.
and when we aren't open to these things - when we seek One True Fanon Truth or idolize the canon/showrunners/authors/etc., when we cannot handle critique of our own work, when we police fans of color in our spaces, when we don't listen to concerns and make our own educated judgements, when we fail to discuss outloud WHY certain fandom community standards are the way they are and the history of how they came to pass - we let new and apathetic actors enact their own rules into our spaces, in bad faith, and for their own benefit. and we, collectively, are the ones hurt.
fandom, as ever, remains a conversation and the conversation starts with each one of us knowing how to listen and how to speak up.
I think it’s normal for people to be mad at each other sometimes even if they’re close friends or family or intimate with each other. Like I think that’s a normal and healthy part of relationships that can happen sometimes
I went to Mad At You island because my feelings are my problem. I needed to stomp down the beach until I could sit and watch the sunrise. I built a sandcastle and did some thinking. Then I boarded the good ship You Matter To Me and sailed it all the way to meet you on the Let’s Talk Shore of I Love You Island.
would much like to point out that the people publishing these articles are trying to needle millennials into treating gen z with the same disgusting vitriol we were treated with.
don’t buy it.
our younger brothers and sisters might eat a tide pod and get us blamed for it, but we have more in common with them than we ever had with boomers or gen x.
they are terrified of the things we can do together. remember that.
