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This is my first submission for @fsadventanthology's advent calendar - Day 18! Stick around and you might see a familiar name in a couple days again ;)
Happy to present my first entry for the @fsadventanthology !! Honestly I'm very pleased with how it turned out! Not perfect, but colorful and cute. :) Hope it fills you with seasonal joy âď¸đ
Under the cut: a very compressed gif with falling snow
this is my second and final entry for the 2022 @fsadventanthology! look out for more amazing art and writing from the fandom throughout the month of december. a special thank you to @vagueandominousvibes for organizing this event and accommodating my panicked pms as i completely switched ideas at the last second.
"It began with strictly customer-employee interactionsâMystery Guy asked Vio if he knew any good books about dragons, and Vio asked if he was looking for something more Middle Earth or middle grade (the answer was both). The first actual purchase the guy made was a TJ Klune bookâVio forgets which oneâaccompanied by an experimental and exceedingly gory graphic novel. It was around the two-week mark that Vio noticed he never asked Green, or Blue, or even Red for recommendations or small talk. This idiot identified the most antisocial employee of the bunch and decided yeah, this is the one Iâll tell all about my middle school Warrior Cats phase."
read it on ao3 or under the cut:
Not even the independent bookstore is immune to shitty corporate Christmas radio.Â
For eighty-five percent of the calendar year, Vio and his coworkers are allowed to play their own music at a reasonable volume. The store manager is surprisingly flexible in the music she allows in the storeâwhile Greenâs lo-fi video game soundtracks and Vioâs classical music fit the whole bookshop vibe well enough, Blueâs fixation with 2000âs pop-punk isnât nearly as appropriate. But still, Zelda lets him play it, and when itâs really dead sheâll even give Red the aux, even though his preferred tracks rarely come without an explicit content warning.Â
That exact kind of freedom is easily the best part of Vioâs job, really distinguishing the Bookseller Experience⢠from other retail positions heâs held in the past. Here heâs encouraged to offer personal recommendations to customers, and write shelf talkers for his favorite books, and curate perfect playlists for long seven-hour shifts. Heâs still working, and itâs still retail, but sharing his oldest and deepest passion with every stranger who happens to walk through the doorway never fails to feel special.Â
Except, apparently, during the months of November and December. Can he put up a uniquely themed display of underappreciated novels? Nope, every surface is reserved for bestsellers and regional gift guide selections. Can he play his own music? Not when customers can be so easily lulled into purchasing special hardcover editions by the crooning voice of Bing Crosby.Â
This entire holiday season, there have been two Grinches in the bookstoreâone on the designated Seuss shelf, and the other behind the counter. Vio stands there now, absolutely miserable in a purple sweater and his well-worn scrunchie, counting down the seconds until he finally can close up shop.Â
âGot any fun plans?â asks Red, his only other coworker at the moment. Zelda and Green are off visiting Greenâs dad a few towns away, and Blue took the day off to do some last-minute shopping. Vio, meanwhile, hadnât even considered taking off Christmas Eve. Itâs not like heâs getting holiday pay or anything, but itâs better than sitting around alone in his apartment. This is the first time in his life that he wonât be able to make it home for the holidaysâthanks, retailâand heâs putting on a brave face about it, butâŚÂ
âIâm fine,â Vio says, tearing apart a post-it note in his chapped hands. He watches the snow fall through the show window, equally charmed and inconvenienced in anticipation of his walk home.Â
âI didnât ask if you were fine,â Red said, completely genuine and even a bit concerned. âIâd ask if youâre okay based on that answer, but, well, yâknow.âÂ
âSorry,â Vio says, shoving the shreds of paper into his pocket. He regrets wasting it with his idle fidgeting, too ashamed to relinquish it to the recycling bin.Â
 Red stares at him with a placating smile. âActually, can you do me a favor?âÂ
Vio raises an eyebrow, the yes implied.Â
âWrap my gift for Blue, please,â Red says, grabbing a softcover book from the staff hold shelf. Heâs been obscuring it for a week with a poster for the newest Louise Penny mystery, out of his fianceeâs sight and mind.Â
Jesus Christ. Red is only a year older than Vio, and he already has a fiancee.Â
âSpecial order?â Vio asks, admittedly pleased by Redâs request. Vio is, hands-down, the best gift-wrapper among the bookstoreâs staff. He takes every opportunity to go to his little corner and do his little process and curl his pretty little bow and incidentally avoid actually interacting with the customers themselves. Very few things can fully get Vio in the holiday spirit, but give him a stack of six hardcovers and a fresh roll of non-denominational colored ribbon and heâs Mariah fucking Carey.Â
âYeah, and it got here just in time!â He hands the book to Vio, who takes a second to examine. Itâs a mangaâno surprise there, Blueâs the go-to guy for that sectionâwith some vaguely gay shit on the cover that theyâd probably display in June.Â
âIt was on backorder for so long,â Red explains as Vio begins his meticulous wrapping process. âHe still thinks it is, with the supply chain, so I know thisâll totally blow his mind.âÂ
âDo you think he got you a book too?â Vio creases the white-and-gold wrapping paper and reaches for the tape dispenser labeled âFOR GIFT WRAPPING DO NOT MOVE.â
âMaybe! Probably! We do get a 30% discount, so itâd be silly not to do gift shopping here.âÂ
Vio knows all about that. He had shipped his parentsâ gifts last week, hand-wrapped of course, with a little note that he tried not to make too melancholy. Otherwise, he wasnât really on the hook for gift-giving or receiving. All of his college friends had left town after graduation, and most of them are working retail as well.Â
âThanks,â Vio says, his voice softer than heâs allowed it to be all day. Heâs been stuck for hours in this mental place between âChristmas Eve means nothing to me because Iâm alone,â and âoh my god itâs Christmas Eve and Iâm alone.âÂ
âThanks for what?â Red asks, passing Vio the blue spool. Vio measures it with expert concentration and begins the exhilarating process of ribbonification (not a technical term).Â
âFor asking me to do this,â Vio says as he uses a pair of scissors to curl a little bow. âIâm sorry Iâve been such a bummer all day, I know you probably donât want to be here either.âÂ
Red shrugs. âI really donât mind, but I appreciate your saying so. I know itâs your first Christmas alone. Iâd invite you to join me and Blue, but you donât seem like the third wheel type.âÂ
âNo, I am not. And besides, you guys deserve a cozy romantic night together.â
âAnd you act like youâre so above Christmas stuff,â Red teases as Vio hands him the wrapped gift. âI bet youâd love to be all cuddled up with some cute guy by a fire.âÂ
âShut up,â Vio says, hiding his face behind his hand. Really? Is that all it takes to make his blush? Apparently so, and he hates it.Â
âI mean,â Red says, suddenly serious, âthere is that guy. You know, the one whoâs been coming in specifically to antagonize you for over two months.âÂ
âHeâs a customer,â Vio says, although of course he knows exactly what Red is suggesting. âHeâs here for books, and I think he works down the street so it makes sense that heâd stop by often.âÂ
âHe must have been working a lot these past few weeks, then, and only on the exact days that you happen to have shifts.âÂ
Vio didnât know that part of it, and heâs sure his expression tells Red just as much. He still wonât take the bait, though, because the situation Red is suggesting simply isnât something that would happen in real life. In a contemporary romance novel, sure, or a fanficâbut not in the real world, with an annoyingly handsome purple-haired enigma who canât possibly be younger than twenty or older than twenty-five.Â
Not that Vioâs speculated about his age or anything, because that would be super weird. Even weirder would be for a service employee to hit on a customer, or vice-versa, so the age thing doesnât even matter in the first place. There are just too many power imbalances at play between them, and so many unknowns, like the guyâs name and job and if he even likes men, or Vio specifically, because what a weird assumption to make based on vague flirtationâÂ
âOkay, so youâre freaking out,â Red says, shaking Vio out of his⌠whatever that was. âAnd youâre shredding the wrapping paper.âÂ
Vio looks down at his hands and groans. Dammit, again?
âHey,â Red tries to calm Vio as he steps back from the counter. âJust try to relax. Iâm sorry for teasing, I promise I donât know anything more than you do. Weâve all just noticed, over the holiday season, that this guy seems particularly interested in your mystery book display, and, well, you. Itâs sweet. We like when he comes in. We like seeing you happy.â
âThat asshole doesnât make me happy,â Vio argues, glancing over at the shopâs single current creative display. Heâd adapted the idea from a popular Valentineâs Day traditionâblind date with a bookâand the mystery titles, only described with a few selling points, have been selling surprisingly well. Customers seem to enjoy Vioâs bullet-point lists, giving them a clue right on the wrapping paper as to which books would be best suited for their loved ones. And Vio enjoys writing the short descriptions, especially for lesser-known books with particularly unfortunate cover designs. Itâs a great little project, and in a lot of ways has gotten him through the sales seasonâexcept, thereâs been one hitch. Â
Back in November, right around the time Vio had launched his new display concept, this random guy just started showing up to the store a few times a week. This isnât abnormal customer behaviorâevery store has its regulars, after allâbut this person in particular had uniquely annoyed Vio from the start. Heâd just wander around the shop for like twenty minutes at a time, browsing every section in his stupid jacket with the stupid pins and stomping his stupid Docs on the carpet Vio had just vacuumed the night before, and forget the fifty-something customers who walked on the carpet before him, itâs always this person specifically who Vio resents for the mess.Â
And then the guy started talking to Vio.Â
It began with strictly customer-employee interactionsâMystery Guy asked Vio if he knew any good books about dragons, and Vio asked if he was looking for something more Middle Earth or middle grade (the answer was both). The first actual purchase the guy made was a TJ Klune bookâVio forgets which oneâaccompanied by an experimental and exceedingly gory graphic novel. It was around the two-week mark that Vio noticed he never asked Green, or Blue, or even Red for recommendations or small talk. This idiot identified the most antisocial employee of the bunch and decided yeah, this is the one Iâll tell all about my middle school Warrior Cats phase.
Once the display went out for the real holiday season, Mystery Guy had immediately gravitated towards it. He began to spend his entire visit poring over Vioâs descriptions, using what Vio assumes is prior knowledge and only sometimes the internet to make an educated guess. And every single time heâs visited since, heâs been able to clock at least three of Vioâs newly-added titles without fail.Â
Of course this nerdy game of cat-and-mouse has escalated over the past month, with Vio writing increasingly vague descriptions of the most obscure titles he can find. But Mystery Guy is apparently a fucking psychic, because he still manages to pin Vio down more often than not. He seems to enjoy messing with Vio, sometimes pretending to be clueless before pulling the title out of nowhere at the last second. Vio wonders how many tabs he has open in Safari, exclusively to search up niche books based on Vioâs descriptions. He kind of hopes itâs enough to crash the phone.Â
Vio has tried every genre on the shelf to stump this scourge of a customerâpoetry, history, cookbooks, and most recently even romance, which is like his least favorite literary genre ever! He had to resort to fucking Goodreads to distinguish between these generic-ass books, each with a cover so uninspired it looks like it was designed using Canva in under eight minutes. Itâs like every romance novel published after 2020 is a variation of one or more of exactly three premisesâfake-dating, enemies to lovers but not really enemies, like theyâre owners of rival bakeries or something, and/or Capital-H Horny. And because of the literal creature of darkness haunting his display, Vio has been forced to immerse himself in the world of trendy romantic fiction just to get ahead. The next time Mystery Guy visits the store, Vio will either finally outsmart him or literally tear him limb from limb.
Heâll have to wait for the new year for his victory, though. Undoubtedly Mystery Guy has better things to do on Christmas Eve than harass Vio. He probably has a partner, just like everyone else Vio knows, because cuffing season is real and people are desperate. Meanwhile, itâs like any potential suitor of Vioâs has to pass an entire emotional obstacle course to even be allowed to hold his hand, and thereâs nothing Vio can tell his brain or body to make that less of a fucking problem. Him, cuddling someone in front of a fire like heâs in some lonely gay idiotâs cottagecore AU? Would admittedly be lovely, but not going to happen any time soon.Â
The sound of the store bell startles Vio to attention, and for just a second his heart lifts. But itâs just Blue out there, all bundled up in a parka and badly hiding a bouquet of roses behind his back.Â
âOh, he didnât,â Red says, already running to the door. He lets Blue in and envelopes him a hug, only groaning slightly when he makes contact with the thorns.Â
âHi,â Blue says, passing Red the flowers and giving him a quick kiss. He cranes his head towards Vio, who just stands behind the counter like a moron. âHey, Vio. Merry Christmas Eve.âÂ
âYou too.â
âWhat time is it?â Blue asks Red, although Vioâs the one in front of the computer.Â
â6:55,â Vio says. âIf you want to take off, I can handle closing on my own.âÂ
âAre you sure?â Red asks, his eyes sparkling as he already begins to pack up his things.Â
Vio nods. âIâm sure. Itâs my gift to you.âÂ
âThanks, Vio,â Red says, clearly wanting to give him a hug but also aware of Vioâs prickly reactions in the past.Â
âDonât forget the book,â Vio reminds him, nodding to the wrapped manga.Â
âWhat book?â Blue calls from the entryway as Red shoves it in his large reusable tote bag.Â
âYouâll find out later!â
It takes Red no time l to vacate the store, arm-in-arm with Blue, leaving Vio behind to wait out the last four minutes heâs required to keep the door unlocked. Thereâs no way a customer would come in this close to 7, not on Christmas Eve, notâ
âHey, Vio,â says a gut-wrenchingly familiar voice, somehow reaching his ears before the bell above the door. Mystery Guy leans in the doorframe, arriving with a freezing gust of air as he shoots Vio a grin. âLooks like youâre about to close, my bad.âÂ
Vio rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. âYouâre letting in the snow. Youâve got three minutes.âÂ
Mystery Guy raises his eyebrows in genuine surprise, as if he hadnât expected to get this far. He wears the same heavy black jacket as usual, with the pins Vio has never been close enough to make out, and wouldnât you know it, his Docs are caked with snow and dirty rock salt. He steps fully inside and shuts the door behind him, matching Vioâs semi-defensive pose.Â
âCan I help you?â Vio asks, picking up a post-it note and immediately putting it back down.Â
âMaybe,â says Mystery Guy, walking over to Vioâs mystery book display. âLooking for a last-minute gift for someone. Wasnât sure if I was gonna have the guts to make a move until like ten minutes ago.âÂ
âGirlfriend?â Vio asks, putting a hand on his hip. Mystery Guy shakes his head. âBoyfriend?âÂ
âNot sure yet.âÂ
It has to be the stupid romance books giving Vio brainrot, making him think what he thinks must be happening.Â
âWell, what does this⌠person⌠like to read about?âÂ
Mystery Guy considers. âIt seems like a little bit of everything. He has pretty varied interests. They can get kinda niche, honestly.âÂ
âHow niche.âÂ
Mystery Guy picks up one of Shadowâs newly-added books, weighs it in his hands, and scans the description Vio wrote. âLooks like⌠a combination gluten-free and keto cookbook themed around 90âs sitcoms.âÂ
â80âs. Thatâs not his thing, though, he probably just thought it was too obscure for annoying customers to guess.â
He examines a paperback from all angles, as if trying to see through the wrapping, and then reads the description again. âA graphic novelâno, mangaâbased on a popular Nintendo franchise that he describes as, and I quote, âsignificantly gayer than anyone would ever expect it to be.ââ
âWell, whatever Bowser and Luigi get up to in their free time is their business.âÂ
This makes Mystery Guy smile, like really smile, and Vio feels like heâs winning and losing at the same time.Â
âAnd letâs see,â Mystery Guy says, reaching for a mass-market paperback with a disproportionate-looking bow, âromance novels, apparently. He appears to be a big fan, based on the not-at-all snide or derisive commentary on the tin.âÂ
Vio wants to protest Mystery Guyâs accurate interpretation of his writings, but heâs too busy being impressed that the guy knows how to use âderisiveâ in a sentence.Â
âWould you, uh,â the guy begins to ask, stopping himself halfway through the sentence. Gone is the confidence, at least during this pause, and he proceeds with obvious caution. âWould he not be interested in⌠romance? As a genre?âÂ
Vio shakes his head. âNo! I mean, yes! I mean, what?â
âBecause Iâfuck, itâs gotta be past 7:00 at this point, and I had this whole plan to be all charming and suave but then I ran late in the storm and itâs like Iâm standing here now and regretting every decision Iâve ever made up until this point, because youâre basically a stranger and in a position where you canât turn me away and sure, in a movie this would be perfect, but in real life Iâm just acting like a total creepââ
âWhatâs your name?â Vio asks, crossing over the room to join Mystery Guy at the display. Closer to him, Vio can see that his gloved hand is shaking. âItâs not very fair that youâve been able to see mine this whole time, while Iâve had no choice but to call you unkind things in my head.âÂ
âShadow,â Mystery Guy says, and itâs not like it doesnât make sense.
âOkay, Shadow, Iâd be happy to help you find the perfect book for your desired recipient.âÂ
They avoid contact, both staring at the wrapped volumes on the display as if theyâre the most interesting things in the world. Vio selects one and slides it into Shadowâs hand, hoping that a solid object to hold will help keep him steady.
âHe might not be a fan of the contemporary romance genre,â Vio says, genuinely surprised by the levelness of his voice. Maybe talking to dozens of strangers a day about books has made him immune to social anxiety, just as long as the topic of discussion is literary. âBut romance can be found in nearly any story, in one way or another. He⌠it sounds like heâŚâÂ
Shadow clears his throat. âItâs you, Vio, you can give up the bit.âÂ
Vio shakes his head. âNope, I committed already, Iâm seeing this through."
âFair enough,â Shadow says with a grin. âNow tell me more about this guy, he seems cool.âÂ
Vio wants so badly to continue the banter, but knows for the sake of his own comfort he has to press pause. He turns to Shadow with a serious expression. âHonestly, before I really start talking about him⌠heâd probably want you to know that he has a few minor concerns. Heâd like to maybe learn what you do during the day, like for work, when youâre not busy antagonizing your local bookseller. What brought you to this town, what your ulterior motives were for becoming a regular at the shop, if you had any at all. He⌠he just wants to make sure youâre safe, and he apologizes if thatâs an offensive thing to question.âÂ
Shadow nods, seeming to understand Vioâs hesitation. âI work at a gallery downtown, just a few minutes away from the shop. I moved here after graduating art school because this happened to be where I got offered a job. Itâs lonely being in your early twenties in a college town, so sometimes itâs nice to just sit in a cafe or browse my local independent bookstore and feel like Iâm a part of something. Itâs pure coincidence that, on my first visit to this bookstore, I read several shelf-talkers written by some nerd named Vio who seemed to have similar tastes to mine. So I took out a few of his recommendations from the libraryâsorry, I donât have the space to own books right nowâand thoroughly enjoyed them. I wanted to talk to him more about books, maybe even ask for his number, but I am not a master manipulator so I settled for being a pest instead. From there it just escalated, because itâs cute when he gets all pissed off, and I enjoyed the challenge he created for me with the wrapped books.âÂ
Vio exhales shortly. âSo, uh⌠if you were to ask for his number now⌠would it be just as a friend?âÂ
âIf thatâs all heâs interested in, sure.âÂ
âItâs not,â Vio says firmly. âHe, uh, told me so.âÂ
âGlad to hear it. Does he happen to have any favorite foods, or beverages, over which we could hypothetically discuss our tastes in literature on this snowy Christmas Eve?âÂ
âPumpkin soup and evil root beer.âÂ
âWhat the hell is evil root beer?âÂ
âNormal root beer,â Vio explains, âserved in a fancy glass so he can gesticulate during his pretentious literary diatribes.âÂ
âThe fanciest glass I have is a Garfield mug.â Â
âWorks for me.âÂ
Both Vio and Shadow smile, and finally they come face-to-face. Theyâre not going to kiss or anythingânot yet, anywayâbut they both can feel the potential. They gaze into each otherâs eyes like theyâre romantic leads in a novel Vio would give one generous star, and itâd be tacky if it was anyone else, but not when itâs them. And while kissing doesnât feel quite right in this particular moment, leaning forward to gently touch foreheads just does.Â
âI live like five minutes away,â Shadow mutters, unable and unwilling to move. âI usually feed Pineconeâmy catâaround 7, so maybe Iâll head out now, grab pumpkin soup ingredients at the market on my way, and you can come over once the storeâs all closed up.â
Vio nods, slightly disrupting the forehead touch that feels so inexplicably cosmically correct. Itâs like, in any conceivable universe where Vio and Shadow both exist, they will inevitably end up just like this.Â
âWhatâs your address?â Vio asks, allowing himself to close his eyes. God, itâs been a long day.Â
âIâve got a shitty one-bedroom apartment above the Tower of Spirits liquor store. I stole half of my furniture off the street after the mass exodus of college students in June.â
âYouâve really been here since June?â Vio asks, disregarding the furniture part because for some reason it also feels cosmically correct. âYou must have been so lonely.âÂ
Shadow nods. âLonely, Iâm good at,â he says, finally pulling away. âBelieve me when I say, Iâve had lots of practice.âÂ
Vio nods. âYeah. Me too.â
âItâs the not being lonely that really freaks me out,â Shadow admits, and itâs like wow, thatâs some deep shit to say when Vio just learned his name ten minutes ago, but havenât they technically known each other for months? Shadow has already read some of Vioâs favorite books, and for Vio thatâs about as intimate as passing second baseâhell, even third, depending on the book.Â
And it could have been a truly beautiful moment between themâone for the books, pun intendedâif only the goddamn Chipmunks hadnât started singing about Christmastime.Â
âOh, fuck this store radio,â Vio says, retreating behind the counter and pulling the plug. âIâll see you in like twenty minute, I can Venmo you for the soup ingredients later.âÂ
Shadow looks like he wants to argue with the Venmo thing, but just shakes his head instead. âSounds good.â
âOh, and wait,â Vio says, grabbing a pen and a post-it note, âwhatâs your number?âÂ
Shadow gives it, and Vio knows this is one piece of paper he will never absentmindedly shred. At least, not until he has a second to enter it into his phone, and then itâs totally fair game.Â
Vio hears the ring of the bell and goes to lock the door behind Shadow. Through the glass he watches flurries of snow punctuate the pitch-black skyâand in it, he sees his own dark reflection. Itâs just him, of course, a blonde guy in a purple sweater and scrunchie, still visibly tired but noticeably less miserable than he had been an hour ago. He sees a guy who isnât alone on Christmas Eve, who probably wonât find himself anywhere near a fireplace but will most likely end up cuddling his months-long crush by the nightâs end.
He gives himself a smile and decides he can skip the vacuuming tonight. Call it a gift to himself, although several closing tasks still stand between him and Shadowâs apartment.
Vio turns his back on the darkness and gets to work.Â
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And that wraps up the Four Swords Advent Anthology for this year!Â
Thank you to everyone who has put in time and effort to contribute â there has been so much gorgeous and funny art, and so many wonderful and delightful fanfics. If you missed any days this month, hereâs the complete list:
1st December:Â âIf Happy Lives a Mile Awayâ, by @vagueandominousvibes (fanfic)
2nd December:Â âand they were hallmates (oh my god they were hallmates)â, by @hey-adora (fanfic)
3rd December:Â Shadow with a snow globe, by @astrolabe-blade (fanart)
4th December:Â Building a snowman, by @linkismygender (fanart)
5th December:Â Vio and Shadow under the mistletoe, by @4dorks-1windmage-1shadow (fanart)
6th December:Â âone for the booksâ, by @hey-adora (fanfic)
7th December:Â âBurn Cookiesâ, by @quorou (fanfic)
8th December:Â Snowball fight, by @ananinidraws (fanart)
9th December:Â âTiny Wingsâ, by @youmixxx (fanfic)
10th December: Shadow is the snowman, by @kaiiquz (fanart)
11th December:Â Vaati is a krampus, by @lavleyart (fanart)
12th December:Â Blue is the snowman, by @waxydoll (fanart)
13th December:Â Vaati and Zelda under the mistletoe, by @zelda-valkyrie (fanart)
14th December:Â They made gingerbread men, by @ananinidraws (fanart)
15th December:Â Blue is cozy, by @justice-incarn8 (fanart)
16th December:Â Green and Red are Christmas-y, by @littleleeeloo (fanart)
17th December:Â âWintertide Woesâ, by @plushlink (fanfic)
18th December:Â Heroes on a line, by @mckittyarts (fanart)
19th December:Â Blue in winter, by @ananinidraws (fanart)
20th December:Â When Vaati stole Christmas, by @1esor2 (fanart)
21st December:Â Gift-giving, by @mckittyarts (fanart)
22nd December:Â Snowball fight on ice, by @zarvasace (fanart)
23rd December: Battle scene, by @zarvasace (fanart)
24th December:Â Napping together, by @kaenithâ (fanart)
Everyone on this list has put in a phenomenal effort to make the FSAA happen this year, so please go show them some love.
I think I would like to host this again next year, though it will depend on my circumstances. That said, if anyone has any constructive feedback, the ask box is open and anon is on! The main point so far is to make the FSAA more inclusive (because, letâs face it, Advent and Christmas are rather Christian concepts), which, absolutely â that was poorly planned by me. Hopefully I can do better next year!