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If that rumor is true regarding the copyright story being scrapped, I still stand by the belief that Sam doesn't need a personal relationship with that team. What was said in that PCS was still shown to everyone, and the last year of horrible reactions to it won't be forgotten. Sam doesn't know most of them, and he doesn't need to, and hopefully he will only have to interact with them briefly.
And with you, Officer Barry
With or without a redesign, I love him
It's so funny to me that people are now talking about how suspicious Venti is as if that giant statue of his hasn't had the text "Gateway to Celestia" carved into it since launch 🤣
WIP: Angst
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Can't be possible I didn't poste the official art that was presented with the waven arc and S4 - at worst it's just a repost
The Devil Wears Prada 2 missed the best opportunity to come full circle because Andy’s closing line should have been “that’s all” and not whatever it was she actually said
For "12 Prompts of Christmas - #1"
"What do you mean, you've never decorated a Christmas tree before?"
and/or
11. "Naughty or nice?"
For characters of your choosing!
What do you mean, you've never decorated a Christmas tree before?"
Eli had expected a lot of things when Awan walked back into his life. Awkwardness, maybe; anger, definitely; the kind of brittle silence that comes from wounds too deep to name. What he hadn’t expected was this:
Awan standing in his living room, staring at the half‑assembled Christmas tree like it was a puzzle written in a language he’d never learned.
“What do you mean,” Eli asked slowly, “you’ve never decorated a Christmas tree before?”
Awan didn’t look at him. He kept his eyes on the branches, fingers curling into the sleeves of Eli’s old sweatshirt, the one Eli loaned him when he arrived soaked from the snow, and Awan had accepted like it was something fragile.
“I mean exactly that,” Awan murmured. “I’ve never done it.”
Eli blinked. “Not even once?”
Awan shook his head. “My father didn’t… And after my mom found me, she was more focused on… other things.”
The unspoken words hung between them. Control. Fear. Keeping him close enough to never lose him again, even if it meant cutting him off from the one person he’d begged to see.
Eli swallowed. “She wouldn’t let you call me.”
Awan’s shoulders tightened. “She said it would confuse things. That I needed stability. That you were part of… my old life.”
Eli’s chest ached. “I wasn’t your old life. I was your life.”
Awan finally looked at him then...really looked...and the years fell away in an instant. The boy Eli had loved was still there, but older now, edges sharpened by survival, eyes carrying stories he hadn’t told yet.
“I know,” Awan whispered. “I told her that. Every year. Every Christmas. Every time I saw a tree in someone’s window.”
Eli stepped closer, slow enough that Awan could pull back if he wanted. He didn’t.
“Well,” Eli said softly, “you’re here now. And you’re doing this with me.”
Awan’s breathing slowed, barely audible. “Show me how.”
So Eli did.
He guided Awan to the box of lights, their shoulders brushing. Awan watched his hands like he was memorizing them, like he was afraid Eli might disappear again if he blinked too long.
“You start with these,” Eli said, lifting the tangled strand. “You wrap them around the tree. Doesn’t have to be perfect.”
Awan hesitated. “What if I mess it up?”
“Then we fix it together.”
Awan’s throat bobbed. “Together,” he echoed, like he was testing the word.
Eli placed the lights in his hands. Their fingers touched, Awan froze as if the contact lit something inside him brighter than the bulbs.
They worked slowly, carefully. Awan’s movements were tentative at first, but Eli stayed close, guiding without crowding. Every so often, Awan glanced at him, as if checking that Eli was still there, still real.
When they finished the lights, Eli handed him a box of ornaments. “Pick one.”
Awan sifted through them, pausing on a small wooden star. “This one.”
“That was my grandfather's,” Eli said. “He carved it when he was a kid.”
Awan held it like it was sacred. “Are you sure I should be the one to put it on?”
Eli nodded. “I want you to.”
Awan stepped toward the tree, reached up, and hung the star near the top. When he stepped back, he exhaled shakily, like he’d just placed something more than an ornament, ike he’d set down a piece of the past he’d been carrying alone.
Eli watched him, warmth blooming in his chest. “Looks perfect.”
Awan turned to him, eyes shining in the soft glow of the lights. “This feels… like something I wasn’t supposed to have.”
“You were supposed to have all of this,” Eli said. “It was stolen from you."
Awan’s breath trembled. “I’m scared I’ll lose it again.”
“You won’t,” Eli said, stepping close enough that their foreheads nearly touched. “Not this time. Not me.”
Awan closed his eyes, leaning into the words like they were a promise he’d been starving for.
The tree glowed quietly beside them.
Awan opened his eyes. “Can we… do this every year?”
Eli smiled, soft and certain. “Yeah. Every year.”
And for the first time in eight years, Awan smiled back.
Like the beginning of a life he believed was his to keep.
11. "Naughty or nice?"
Eli caught Awan lingering by the stockings, fingers brushing the embroidered names like he still wasn’t convinced his belonged there.
“Naughty or nice?” Eli asked, leaning against the doorway with a crooked smile.
Startled, Awan's face flushed. “I....what?”
“It’s a Christmas tradition,” Eli said, stepping closer. “You pick which list you’re on.”
Awan’s eyes flicked away. “After everything… I’m not sure I deserve the nice one.”
Eli gently hooked a finger under Awan’s chin, guiding his gaze back. “Hey. You’re here. That’s pretty damn nice if you ask me.”
Awan sucked in his breath before saying, “and if I said I wanted to be on the naughty list?”
Eli grinned, soft with a naughty gleam in his eyes. “Then I guess I’d better help you earn it.”
Awan laughed, and for the first time, the lights on the tree didn’t feel like the brightest thing in the room.
Awan was still smiling, the kind of smile Eli used to dream about.
Eli stepped closer. The Christmas lights flickered across Awan’s face.
“You know,” Eli murmured, “you didn’t actually answer the question.”
Awan blinked. “What question?”
Eli arched a brow. “Naughty or nice?"
Awan’s cheeks warmed instantly. “I… I don’t know. I’ve never really had a Christmas to compare it to.”
Eli softened. “It’s not a test. It’s just fun.”
Awan’s gaze dropped to the floor. “Fun is still… new.”
Eli’s teasing faded into something gentler. He brushed his fingers along Awan’s wrist. “Then we’ll go slow.”
Awan’s breath slowed considering Eli's words. “Slow is good.”
Eli let his thumb trace a small circle against Awan’s skin. “So. Naughty or nice?”
Awan swallowed. “Which one… do you want me to be?”
Eli’s heart fluttered. “Awan, it’s not about what I want. It’s about what you feel.”
Awan looked up then and the vulnerability in his eyes nearly undid Eli.
“I feel…” Awan whispered, “like I’m still learning how to be a person again. How to be myself. How to be with you.”
Eli stepped closer until their chests almost brushed. “You don’t have to be anything for me. Not naughty. Not nice. Not perfect. Just you.”
Awan’s breath trembled. “But what if I don’t know who that is yet?”
“Then we figure it out together.”
Awan’s eyes shone, reflecting the tree lights like tiny stars. “Together,” he echoed, voice breaking.
Eli lifted a hand to Awan’s cheek, brushing away a tear before it could fall. “Hey. You’re allowed to want things now. You’re allowed to choose.”
Awan leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering shut. “I choose this,” he whispered. “I choose you.”
Eli’s breath caught. “Awan…”
Awan opened his eyes again, and there was something new there within their depths, something that was similar to what was there when they were kids. “When you asked if I was naughty or nice… I thought you were teasing. But then I realized I didn’t know how to answer because I’ve never been allowed to want anything for myself.”
Eli’s chest tightened. “You can want anything you wish. You’re free.”
Awan’s voice was barely audible. “Then I want to be whatever makes you smile like that.”
Eli laughed softly, the sound warm and loving. “You already do.”
Awan’s lips parted, breath catching. “Really?”
“Really,” Eli said, brushing his thumb along Awan’s jaw. “You being here is enough.”
Awan stepped forward, closing the last inch between them. “Then… maybe I’m a little naughty,” he whispered, “for wanting to be close to you.”
Eli’s pulse jumped. “Just a little?”
Awan’s smile turned shy and warm. “Maybe more than a little.”
Eli leaned in, forehead resting against Awan’s. “Good. Because I’ve been waiting eight years to hear you say that.”
Awan’s breath exploded out of him, he lifted a hand to Eli’s chest, fingers curling into the fabric. “I thought I’d never get to say it. I thought I’d lost you forever.”
“You didn’t,” Eli whispered.
Awan closed his eyes, letting the moment settle into his bones. “Then maybe… maybe this year, I can be on the nice list.”
Eli smiled, brushing a soft kiss to Awan’s temple. “You’re already on it.”
Awan exhaled, a soft, relieved sound. “And the naughty list?”
Eli’s voice dropped, warm and teasing again. “We can talk about that one later.”
Awan laughed, leaning into Eli’s arms as the Christmas lights glowed around them.
For the first time in years, Awan felt like he belonged somewhere.
And for the first time in years, Eli felt whole.
Alright imma need someone to do a fanart of Caine from The Amazing Digital Circus as a giant error code from Gary's Mod lol
Maybe his name in red text just floating there.
Do you see my vision?
