#ALSO put up some really pretty decorative lights up everywhere while i was at it!

[varjopeura]

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[clerc16]

‘tis the season ; f1 boys ⛇･:*౨ৎ

a/n: it’s cold, so have this :) also might do this w other drivers too!

summary: winter with the f1 boys

warnings: pretty much none, just fluff

↳ THIS INCLUDES . . .

charles leclerc, lewis hamilton, max verstappen, lando norris, daniel ricciardo

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⛄ CHARLES LECLERC

“Amour, I am freezing,” you shiver, looking around your garden. It had just recently snowed, so Charles decided to drag you outside to make a bunch of snowmen.

Your garden was full of snowmen everywhere; small ones, big ones, unfinished ones. It was all fun and games until your nose started to go numb and your fingers felt like they were about to fall off, despite having gloves.

Charles makes his way towards you and wraps you in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Your lips are cold,” you mumble into his chest. He laughs, the kind of laugh that will instantly make you smile and make your body go warm. You smile at that.

“How about we go inside and make some hot chocolate, then decorate for a little while?” He suggests. Your eyes light up at his words and you nod immediately.

“Can we also put a Christmas movie on?” You ask. He nods his head and presses a kiss on your cheek, followed by a kiss to your lips.

“Anything for you, bébé.”

⛄ LEWIS HAMILTON

You woke up to the smell of hot chocolate and pancakes coming from the kitchen, Lewis’ soft hum of a Christmas song echoing in the house. A smile immediately makes its way to your face as you get out of bed and go downstairs.

He’s too focused on cooking to notice you slip into the kitchen, but he finally takes notice when you wrap your arms around his back. He smiles and twists his body so he could see you properly.

“Good morning, love, how’d you sleep?” He asks, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“I slept really well - it was pretty cold, though,” you mutter, your eyes trailing to the pancakes he was cooking.

“I know, it snowed overnight - at least it’s an excuse to stay inside together, hm?” Lewis smiles. That damn smile of his.

You smile and nod, sitting on the counter beside the oven and taking a mug of hot chocolate.

“True, true. We should probably start decorating for Christmas, too. Oh, oh! I got a new set of baubles, they are absolutely stunning! And also a new set of various ornaments and candy canes,” you ramble, your eyes twinkling with excitement. Lewis smiles at your response and looks at you lovingly.

He wishes every day was a snow day if he got to spend it inside with you, just like this.

⛄ MAX VERSTAPPEN

Max was not a major fan of going all out for Christmas. Well, that was until he met you.

“Max, pass me those ornaments, please!” You ask. The shiny, green Christmas tree was currently sat in the corner of your living room as you both decorated it, Christmas classicals softly playing in the background.

Max hands you the ornaments as he opens his own pack of baubles and starts hanging them around. Funnily enough, he puts aside all the red and yellow ones - when you asked, he claimed that they reminded him of the Ferrari colours, which were not ones he enjoyed.

“But red and yellow are basic Christmas colours!” You protested, giggling. Max shakes his head adamantly.

“Sorry, schatje, but no.”

You roll your eyes playfully as you put down your own set of ornaments and made your way over to him, cradling his face in your hand and peppering it with kisses.

“You’re cute,” you whisper as you laugh lightly at the lipstick marks on his face.

“Says you,” he whispers back, kissing your lips.

“We still need the red and yellow baubles though,” you say, reaching over to grab one of them. However, Max is faster than you, and he reaches for it first.

“Absolutely not!”

⛄ LANDO NORRIS

“You look so stupid,” you laugh as your boyfriend puts on a fake santa beard and hat he saw at the store. You were currently doing Christmas shopping, something the two of you enjoyed.

“Oh, shut up. Take a photo!”

You take your phone out as you shake your head, snapping a few photos of him. These were definitely getting posted on his next birthday.

“These are my favorite things in the world,” he says as he takes them off and placing them back on their shelf.

“Sadly, they are not what we are looking for. C’mon, we need new Christmas napkins,” you say as you pull on his arm and into a different aisle.

“Which napkins should we get?” You ask, holding out two different sets of Christmas-patterned napkins. He doesn’t respond, and you look up, expecting him to still be inspecting them - however, he is not there. Nowhere to be seen whatsoever.

“Lando? Lando!” You run through different aisles, then you find him.

You find him standing in front of the Christmas costumes aisle, looking at a huge snowman costume.

“What are you- Lando, what is this?”

“It’s absolutely amazing, darling. I think this is more important than the napkins,” he smiles as he starts taking it off the shelf. You roll your eyes and smile, unable to contain your laughter.

“You are absolutely insane.”

⛄ DANIEL RICCIARDO

“All I want for Christmas is youuuu,” Daniel sang, prancing around the house like a ballerina. You giggle at his actions as you hung the last candy cane on the tree, going back to inspect your work.

“Looks lovely, darling,” Daniel says, making his way over to you.

“Oh, I know. My most amazing piece of art,” you say jokingly as you make your way to the kitchen, getting out a box of hot cocoa powder.

“It’s perf- is that hot cocoa? Oh, this is great. Absolutely great. Where’s the gingerbread house set?” He asks excitedly, following you to the kitchen and opening multiple cupboards and drawers.

He finally gets ahold of it and smiles, placing it on the counter. Daniel was one of the most enthusiastic and passionate people you’ve ever met, especially when it came to things he loved. In this case, Christmas and sweets.

You prepare two mugs of hot cocoa as he opens the set, placing everything around the counter. You give him his mug as he kisses your forehead in thanks.

He continues to hum various songs and occasionally singing out loud as you both work on your gingerbread houses, the snow outside falling slowly.

Truly, all you both wanted for Christmas was each other. That was just about it.

[mammons-hubby]

Hiiii :3 can I request platonic headcanons of the brothers with MC who is a child/preteen? You pick which age you're more confident writing, but like in this 8-12 yrs range if possible, thank youuu🩷

I wasn't sure if to make the Mc be cursed or the Mc being chosen for the program while still being a child. I chose the later, hope you enjoy!

The little Mc! :

When the one stepping out of the portal was a 10 year old, he almost passed out.

Lucifer

This wasn't in the papers, at ALL. There is just no way this could've possibly happen, maybe a child stepped into the portal by accident?

But no, once the kid was questioned it was obvious they were the exchange student they were expecting.

Internal panic.

This kid can't go to the basically highschool for demons, and there are no schools in the Devildom.

He has a really stern talk with the brothers so they behave in front of them.

Depending on your behavior he may start to get more grey hairs or take a big liking to you.

In the end he ends up really attached to you.

Pampers you, and denies he does it.

"What?! I gotta take care of a kid?!"

Mammon

New babysitter for Mc. He at first dislikes it a ton, but he has a soft spot for kids so he doesn't take it on you, but you notice he is kinda mad.

Very overprotective. Not at first but with just a couple of days he really starts to like you and can't leave your side.

Will bother you to get a reaction, if you start crying he may even give you some Grimm.

Teaches you how to gamble and gets strung to the ceiling.

Gives you piggybacks.

He may involve you in money schemes at first but never putting you in any actual real harm.

Great. A little kid with sticky fingers.

Leviathan

He doesn't want you anywhere near his room at first, afraid that you will break his precious figurines or destroy his Manga collection.

He still forces you to watch Anime, but in the living room with him. Once you get a liking to it he even dresses you up as his favorite characters.

Once he realizes you won't purposefully break anything of his, he invites you to his room.

You are mesmerized by the pretty lights, the bathtub and the giant aquarium, you say hi to Henry and he melts.

He sees you looking everywhere with awe, and he feels very proud of himself.

From then, you start to play games in his room and carefully read his Mangas.

Lets you play with his tail in his demon form. He finds it kinda funny but gets grossed out when you put it in your mouth and cover it up with saliva. Eugh.

He is kind of curious about you and how you ended up in the Devildom, for Lucifer to make such an oversight is clearly extremely bizarre, almost imposible.

Satan

You kinda look at him with your big baby eyes and he looks back at you, until one of you stops staring and go back to their normal routine.

He is chosen by Lucifer to be your personal teacher. He complains but knows he has to do it.

He will try and teach you things to bother Lucifer, succeeding in some and failing in others.

But he also takes a lot of effort to learn about human culture and teach you the right things and needed things for your mental development.

Will read for you to fall asleep. Devildom fairy stories and others, you seem to like grim stuff too but he reads this stuff to you very rarely. Doesn't want you to be negatively affected.

Buys you a cat onesie and takes lots of pics. Super adorable.

He finds you extremely adorable and amusing, like a little pet.

Asmodeous

He will dress you up in the prettiests of clothings, with the most expensive perfume and hair decorations.

You seem upset and he doesn't understand at first. You explain you don't like being treated like a doll for his amusement.

He thought he was doing everything right?

He thinks about it hard and realizes that maybe being treated like a thing rather than a person must've hurt you.

He apologizes to you and offers to take you to eat something yummy.

He tries and know more about your likes and dislikes. About the shows you like, your favorite colors, the type of clothing you like.

He takes you to buy some pretty clothes of your choosing, and even gets you a cute haircut.

You feel better when you can also express yourself. But from time to time you let him dress you as he wishes, you even match clothings sometime.

Okay so at first a bit dangerous to be near him, considering he sees you as small and chubby and feels the urge to put you in his mouth.

Beelzebub

Once he controls the urges, he is very sweet and caring.

Kinda blunt when he talks, but not clueless. He is not dumb so he knows that he shouldn't say certain things, but considering he is quite honest he lets slip some stuff, but inmediatly notices and fixes it.

Will share his food with you and sit you on his lap while you eat, sorry if you get slobber on your head.

Will make sure you get proper exercise so you grow strong.

Will also take you on piggyback rides wherever you'd like.

Considering he has a younger brother, he grows attached to you very quickly and would give his life for you, and take others.

Belphegor

It depends. If this is an universe where Belphegor doesn't have a vendetta against humans, he may not care too much at first, but then begins to like you.

He would take naps with you, and help you draw and color stuff.

He is the youngest brother, so he may teach you how to get away with being a brat, much to Lucifer's dismay.

Now. If it's the og timeline Belphie?

Things are difficult. He will still try and trick you into doing the pacts with his brothers. And you're a child, so you'd probably believe him.

He does feel more guilty about wanting to kill you, but in the end commits regardless.

It's up to you to forgive him or not. He did kill a child after all.

The brothers are all shocked at him, and disgusted.

It takes a while before things settle down after discovering you're Lilith's descendant.

They're very wary of leaving you with him in a room, in case he tries to hurt you.

But Belphegor feels extremely guilty. It eats him alive, he can't believe that his rage for humanity would make him kill a literal kid.

He tries to make it up to you by being present in your life. Helping you get ready on your day to day life. Taking you places you need to go, pampering you.

It's still up to you if you'll ever forgive him. Perhaps you do, but you'll never forget it.

You can still have a nice relationship with him though, it's not the end of the world. And your life is just beginning.

[forever-rogue]

sooo for a holiday request, would you be willing to do dad steve around christmas with you and your lil girl making hot cocoa and she drinks it to fast or like while it’s hot and he’s just gotta be dad steve like “ladybug i’m sorry baby we gotta wait to drink it” “let’s blow on it, no lightly honeybun we can’t be splashing hot cocoa everywhere”

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AN | This is so soft, I love it! And I love you for requesting!

Warnings | Mild Language, Mentions of Pregnancy

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.5k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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It was late by the time you got home, and you felt dead on your feet, wanting nothing more than to come home and relax with your most favorite humans. When you parked your car in the driveway, you couldn’t help but smile at all the lights and decorations that were now up all over the yard. Steve had the day off and he’d promised he’d do the outdoor decorating but you hadn’t quite expected all of this. There was the soft glow of light and life emanating from inside the house and you also tripped over your own feet in your excitement to get inside and see your family. Before you managed to get in, you caught Steve’s eye from the kitchen bay window and he beamed at you, waving softly and mouthing for you to hurry up.

And you did. You were kicking off your shoes and padding down the hall to the kitchen within moments. You didn’t even have the chance to say anything as Steve beat you to the punch and wrapped you up in his arms, letting you melt into his body. After a few moments he let you go and grabbed your face in his hands like you were the most delicate thing, “hi.”

“Hi,’ you echoed, leaning in to kiss him softly, “miss you so much, baby.”

“Missed you more, angel,” he leaned into the kiss and deepened it, stealing your breath and any coherent thoughts away. He pulled back with a cheeky grin just when you were starting to lean into him and felt your knees go weak. You pouted at him, which only caused him to laugh, “can’t start what we’re gonna have to stop.”

“Who says we have to stop,” you gently carded a hand through his beautiful hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. He made a small sound of content as he preened into your touch. You opened your mouth to say something but were quickly cut off by some soft cries coming over the baby monitor that was on the counter.

“That’s who,” he could see frustration flash momentarily on your face before you sighed, “our lovely children.”

“They are lovely,” you agreed, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, “but I swear they know.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed softly as he settled a large, warm hand on your waist, “I put them both down for a nap like an hour. Figured that would calm them down before dinner.”

“Have you met them?” you teased softly, “how were they today?”

“Good,” he promised, “Daisy had a good day at school - apparently they made paper snowflakes to decorate the classroom. Ollie was good too, a little fussy but I think it’s mostly due to the teething.”

“I feel bad for her,” you admitted softly, “I wish there was some way to make it easier for her, but I guess all we can do is try. I’ll go and get them, you’ve already done so much. Everything looks beautiful, Steve. You really outdid yourself.”

“Go big or go home,” he held up some jazz hands at you, causing you to giggle at his silliness, “I thought that maybe we could go and look for a tree this weekend?”

“That sounds perfect,” you agreed, “but only if breakfast at Phyllis’ Diner is including.”

“As if that was a question,” he tutted softly, “now go on, I’ll finish dinner. The girls will be happy to see you!”

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Dinner in the Harrington household was generally a pretty chaotic affair; but you really shouldn’t have been surprised. With a five-year-old, a one-year-old, and another on the way (something Steve didn’t know just yet but would for Christmas), things were never calm or quiet. Not that you minded at all - you’d never have changed a thing. 

You started cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, Ollie swaddled against your chest as she tried to fight off sleep again and Daisy already bounding into the living room. Steve grabbed the plates off the table and put them into the kitchen but you shook your head and started to herd him out,  “nope, Harrington, not tonight. I’ve got this. Go on and hang with Daisy. We’ll join you soon.”

“Daddy!” her little voice carried from the living room and you could hear her giggling as she stood on the couch and peeked at him, “hurry! We gotta watch a movie!”

He kissed the side of your head before tenderly stroking Ollie’s chubby little cheek and heading over to his oldest. Daisy loved you both, you knew she did - she was such a sweet little thing - but you knew that she adored Steve most of all. She had him wrapped around her finger since the day she was born…well more so since the day he found out you were pregnant.

“Daisy Mae,” he grinned when he spotted her on the couch. She was the picture of innocence with her sweet little pigtails, big brown eyes, and pink pajamas. She held her arms out to him, making little grabby hands, “what are you up little monster?”

Before she could say anything, he scooped her into his arms and started to tickle her sides, which made her squirm and giggle with delight. He peppered her face in kisses until she was a soft, happy little mess, “‘m not a monster daddy, I’m a princess!”

“Oh yeah,” he feigned innocence as he sat down on the couch and pulled her into his lap, “I love you so much, you know that right?”

“Yeah,” she nodded happily, her smile almost too big for her little face, “I love you too, Daddy.”

“Just me?” he gently booped her nose and she giggled before shaking her head, “who else, baby?”

“Mommy and Ollie,” she sing-sang but before he could say anything else, she leaned in close and put her hand on his cheek before whispering, “and the new baby.”

His brows knitted together in confusion as she looked around guilty, “what do you mean new baby? There’s no other baby besides Ollie.”

“Uh huh,” she insisted happily, “Mommy wasn’t feeling good and I asked why and she said because of the new baby in her tummy. But it’s a secret so you can’t tell anyone.”

Steve’s entire face lit up with happiness as he realized what she’d said. There was no way you’d lie to her about something like that and judging from the sound of it, she wasn’t supposed to tell him. He brushed a few rogue curls out of her face before he nodded, “I won’t tell anyone. Scout’s honor.”

“Okay,” she held up her pinkie, which amused Steve to no end. You’d taught her the significance of the pinky promise early on and Daisy had taken it to heart. He hooked his much larger finger around hers, “you know you can’t break a pinky promise.”

“Trust me I know,” he nodded seriously, “Mommy taught me that too.”

“Steve?” he froze when he heard you calling from the kitchen and Daisy put a finger to her lips as she giggled quickly, “everything alright? It’s awfully quiet out there!”

“We’re both alive,” he called back to you, affection running through him at the sound of amused snort, “everything alright with you?”

“Yes Steve,” you shook your head in amusement, “we’re both alive too!”

“Good!” he turned back to his daughter perched in his lap, his heart overwhelmed with so much happiness, “and what do you want to do, lovebug? Want to play a game, color, watch a movie, read?”

“Can we make hot chocolate?” her eyes grew wide with excitement. Who was he to deny her? He was pretty sure he’d never denied her again since she was born - you know, as long as she was being a good girl.

“That depends,” his expression changed to serious as he leaned in close, “are you going to want marshmallows?”

“Yes!” she was already reaching for his hand and sliding out of his lap, “we have snowman ones! Mommy found them at the store!”

“Well that answers that,” he stood up and pulled her back into his arms and settled her on his hip, “we can absolutely have hot chocolate.”

She started going on about different things kids in her class like in their hot chocolates as he listened intently. You softened as soon as you saw the two of them came back in, your heart melting just a little more. 

“We’re making hot chocolate!” Daisy smiled her best little gap tooth smile as Steve nodded.

“Well then,” you turned to the cabinet and reached in to grab their favorite mugs and set them down on the counter, careful of the sleeping baby, “I’ll let you two have at it.”

“You don’t want any?” he asked softly, a hand on your hip and softly stroking the bit of skin that peeked through. 

“I’m alright,” you shook your head before failing to fight off a yawn, “‘m just exhausted. I’m gonna go rock her a bit and then put her down.”

“You’ve been very tired lately,” he pointed out as you just shrugged innocently. It had been something he’d noticed, but had kept quiet on - now it all made sense. He couldn’t even fight back his smile, “are you alright?”

“Of course,” you kissed cheek in a soft promise, “you two make your hot chocolate and have fun - but don’t make too much mess!”

“Aye aye,” he gave you a playful salute as you headed towards the nursery to sit in the rocking chair. You weren’t sure if it was for your sake or Ollie’s if you were being honest. He set Daisy down on the counter and gave her a serious nod, “alright, I’m gonna heat up the milk and mix in the cocoa and then you are going to put in the marshmallows, deal?”

“Deal,” she agreed as he went to the fridge and grabbed out the carton of milk, pouring it in the saucepan on the stove. Daisy watched his every move, asking him questions every step of the way. She was always a curious little kid, asking questions until sometimes it drove you crazy, but always wanted to learn. It was one of her many wonderful qualities. 

After Steve had everything mixed together, he filled both of their mugs, he handed her the bag of the marshmallows. She eagerly pulled them out of the bag, eagerly showing them to Steve before tossing them into the mug liquid. She giggled as she watched the little snowmen dissolve and turn into a creamy foam. He didn’t even bother to stop her as she piled them in the cup. 

“Alright silly girl,” he gently set her on back on the floor and nudged her towards the living room, “let’s go and pick out a movie. Only a short one though because you still need to go to bed at a reasonable hour for school tomorrow.”

“Do I have to?” she offered up her best puppy-dog eyes which made him laugh. He was pretty sure she’d learned that from Uncle Eddie, “Daddy…”

“Yes lovebug,” he insisted softly, “you’ve gotta go to school…it’s almost your holiday break, it’s not much longer…and your mom wouldn’t be too happy. And we don’t want that do we?”

“No,” she sighed as she flopped onto the couch dramatically, pulling the big fuzzy blanket over her, “can we watch the Little Mermaid?”

“Of course,” he promised as he looked for the well loved VHS tape. She’d barely been born when the movie came out, but she’d been obsessed with it since. Steve was positive he could recite the film himself, “the Little Mermaid it is!”

He popped it in the VCR and queued it up to play, sitting next to her, and snuggling under the warmth of the blanket. Her eyes were wide with excitement as she watched the screen, carefully grabbing her hot chocolate off the coffee table. The beverage was still steaming and she was able to take a large sip, but Steve was faster.

“Hey, hey, hey baby,” he was able to stop her just in time and she looked at him with an eyebrow raised, “it’s too hot still. You have to wait for it to cool a little bit or you’re going to burn your mouth, lovebug.”

“But I want it now,” her little voice sounded so sad and he had to hold back a laugh due to her little pout. 

“Okay,” he agreed and picked up his own mug, “then we have to blow on it to cool it down faster and then you can drink some. Just like this.”

He gently blew across the top of the mug, stirring it with his spoon to aid it. She watched him for a moment before attempting to repeat his actions, but instead she blew loudly and wildly. This time he laughed but tenderly shook his head, “gently, please, we don’t want to get hot chocolate everywhere.”

“This is hard,” her brows furrowed in concentration as her little nose scrunched up. After a couple moments, he reached for her mug, which she eagerly relinquished control of. He repeated the action to get hers to cool it down and waited a few minutes before handing it back to her, “thank you, Daddy!”

“Of course baby,” he grabbed his own again and leaned back and put his feet on the table. He never felt more relaxed or content than when he was at home with his family. He sighed contently as Daisy managed to crawl into his lap, cuddling onto him as she intently watched her movie, “comfy?”

“Mhmm,” she agreed and leaned against his chest, “I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, Daisy,” he kissed the top of her head, “and Mommy, and Ollie, and the new baby.”

“New baby?” he hadn’t even heard you leave the nursery and come back down the stairs until you were standing in the doorway with a curious expression. Daisy looked at you with a sheepish grin and burrowed her face into Steve’s chest, “Daisy Harrington.”

“Sorry Mommy!”

“It’s okay,” you promised as you walked over to them, plopping down next to your husband. He looked at you with the softest smile. You touched his cheek before kissing him gently, “it was supposed to be a Christmas surprise.”

“Consider me surprised.”

“Good surprise?”

“The absolute best, baby,” he promised and you relaxed into him, “I love you all so much.”

“We love you too, Steve,” you whispered as you gently rubbed Daisy’s back and curled up under Steve’s arm, “so, so much.”

[daisyful-gvf]

sweet as berries (part 8)

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pairings: josh x reader

word count: 3.6k

notes: merry christmas!! i know it’s super late in the day (technically the next day), and that this part is a little disjointed, but i had to get this to y’all. love u all very much and i love berries josh. also there’s a lot of smut in here lmao enjoy

*very minimally edited sorry 🤪*

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-❄️🍓❄️-

He made good on his word—after you’d said ‘i love you’, the sex was somehow even better.

It was like he couldn’t stop saying it, between your thighs, into the crook of your neck, against your lips as he rolled himself against you. It poured from him, and he meant it every time.

You were no different, letting it gasp out of you every time his hands touched you a certain way, or when the dim light caught the highlights of his face, making him look like an angel.

You finally felt very close to him; some invisible boundary had been knocked down, and there was no shame, no hesitancy. When he fucked you, your skin touched everywhere, hot and electric. Your breath tangled with one another’s, his sweat dampened your hair, his tongue was learning you inside and out.

All the while, between gasps and groans and curses, now you could both say what you really felt— i love you. That night, he said it as he came, hips rolling hard against you, and you felt something shift. You needed him like water, now. There was really no point of return, and you were fine with it.

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Josh didn’t really care for the cold. Ironic, being from Michigan, sure. True, nonetheless. He hated the way his teeth would chatter, how his skin felt sore from the bitter wind.

You were able to convince him to drive around and look at Christmas lights, though, as long as you let him keep the heat on full blast.

You’d each finished up the respective traditions with your family before he had picked you up. He met you at your family’s porch and walked you across the slick driveway, letting you clutch his arm. He was in sweats, dark green sweater, and a black, fuzzy scarf. You were glad he went the casual route, as you had too, opting for a large sweatshirt and yoga pants.

“Made us some spiced hot chocolates, sweet girl,” he pointed to them as he shut his door. You thanked him and took a sip, enjoying the trail of warmth it left through your body as you swallowed.

Despite the heater and the seat warmers, the Jeep was frigid. He breathed into his hands and rubbed them together. Quickly, you reached over and grabbed them, holding them in yours and breathing on them. He smiled.

“I missed you,” he grinned, leaning in for a long kiss.

“Saw you yesterday,” you said between kisses.

“Too long,” he answered back.

You chuckled, finally separating.

“Where to, little snowflake?” He smiled.

“Oh really?” you blushed, “Snowflake?”

“Mmhm,” he put the car in drive, “You’re special, remember? Like a snowflake.”

“S’cute,” you murmured, “Um, we can just drive through some neighborhoods nearby. I think most people have lights up by now,”

He nodded. “My hands are still fucking freezing,” he shivered.

“Here,” you took his right hand in yours and guided it to your thigh, just between your knees.

“Ooooh,” he sighed, “How are you so warm? You’re like a furnace,”

“Feminine power,” you laughed, “I dunno, my thighs are always warm.”

“Mm,” he rubbed his thumb against your leg, “I like it,”

His voice was low in a way you recognized.

“Christmas lights, Josh. Innocent, pretty Christmas lights.”

“I know, I know,” he murmured, “It’s just really warm between your legs. Makes me wanna…” he bit his lip, cutting himself off with a soft groan, “Nevermind. Christmas lights. Christmas lights.”

“Exactly,” you grinned.

He drove around for the better part of an hour, winding in and out of Frankenmuth’s charming neighborhoods. There was snow everywhere, and plenty of festive decor, and truly, you felt warm and fuzzy with it all.

“Look at those,” he would point out at certain lights, eyes gleaming like a child’s. His hand stayed buried between your knees for warmth, and you rubbed his forearm gently. You couldn’t imagine a better way to spend Christmas Eve.

Finally, after you’d seen just about all of the lights you could find in the suburb, he began to make his way back to your apartment.

His hand squirmed slightly between your knees, and you began to wonder if it was really even cold anymore or if he just wanted to keep it there.

You didn’t have to wonder for long, because at a stop sign just outside of the neighborhood you’d left, he snuck a glance over to you and swallowed back a whine just late enough for you to hear it.

“Josh?” You asked softly. His head turned quickly to you, eyes slightly hooded.

“Yeah?” He breathed out.

You looked at his hand between your legs and then looked back silently inquiring.

“What?” he asked, voice low again.

“Are…”

“Berry, I’m sorry, I can’t—“ he gripped the innermost part of your thigh hard and looked at you with pathetic need, “You’re so warm here, I wanna touch you. Can I?”

Oh, he was impossible to resist. You let out a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Baby,” you said, “we’re like twenty minutes from my place, can you—“

“Please don’t make me wait, sweetheart, please,” he nudged his hand further up your thigh. “I will if you want, of course, I just…”

You knew he would never push you, and his begging was born solely of built up need. And god, did the thought of that make you positively crave him.

Wordlessly, you let your legs fall open for him.

“Oh, thank you, sweet girl, I…”

A whine sounded from the back of his throat and his hand slid slowly up to caress you. He sighed heavily as he cupped you.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “Make out with me, come here,” he pulled your head in with his free hand and you whimpered against the kiss.

Eagerly, you slid your tongue against his as he began to rub over you with some amount of pressure. You couldn’t feel anything too closely with the fabric between his hand and your body, but the touch still made your face flush. He was kissing back just as greedy, his lips quickly becoming slick and swollen.

“Back seat?” he whined into the kiss.

“Not here,” you breathed back, “We’re too close to houses“

“Fuck,” he sighed, “Okay, let me—“ he kissed you hard, “Let me pull off somewhere,”

You pulled away as he began to put the car in drive.

“You sure you don’t just wanna go to my place? It’s not—“

“Berry, I love you and I’m sorry to cut you off, but I’m so sure. I need you too bad to wait.”

He drove with his left hand and kept his right cupped against you, rubbing softly every so often as he would drive. He didn’t go too far, maybe two minutes away, but it was a much more secluded road.

The moment the car rolled to a stop, he put it in park and pulled you back against his mouth.

You were groaning now too, both at the electric brush of his soft lips and with the way he was coming apart.

“Back seat?” He asked again.

“Yeah,” you sighed, “Yeah.”

“Fuck yes,” he groaned against your lips before breaking away hard and fast, wasting no time exiting the car and re-entering to the back seat.

You followed his lead, making your way out and back into the vehicle.

He helped you into his lap in the backseat, and immediately you could feel the hard outline of him against you as he pulled you into a kiss.

His hand—the warm one—flirted with your waistband.

“Can I?” he asked. You nodded against him and he nodded back, softly sliding his hand into the front of your pants, under your cotton underwear. As his finger slipped against you, a groan vibrated from his chest.

“Fuck me, you’re so warm,” he wasted no time slipping two fingers inside you, curling them as he stared into your eyes. His were half-lidded and dark, his jaw slack as he fucked them slowly into you.

The fullness of his fingers made your head fall back, and a drawn out moan escaped you as he worked.

“Why’s my pretty girl so wet, hm?” He breathed into the crease of your neck. He peppered soft kisses to the fragile skin.

“You,” you rasped out.

“Mm, have you been waiting for this?”

You kept your head back, letting him lick at your neck.

“Maybe,” you breathed.

“Yeah?” he sounded cocky, and you hated that you loved it, “You just love my fingers, don’t you, pretty snowflake?”

“Fuck,” you hissed out. He was working quickly now, and the wet sounds of it filled the car, making you blush.

“Kiss me,” he said, tilting your chin to him with his free hand.

You kissed him hard, teeth bumping together. He groaned against you and gripped the back of your neck with a firm pressure.

“You think you can cum from just my fingers, Berry?” he breathed into your mouth.

You pulled and pressed your forehead to his. His fingers had you writhing and your vision blurring.

“Think so,” you nodded, “I’ll try,”

“Don’t try, sweetheart,” he kissed your cheek, “Just let it feel good. And tell me if you want something different,”

You nodded and let your head rest on his shoulder.

“Here,” he murmured, and brought his free hand to his mouth. He licked his thumb and brought it down to swirl easy circles over your clit. Your stomach tensed as the jolt of pleasure coursed through you.

“How’s that?” he murmured.

“Yeah,” you sighed against him, “Keep going,”

“Oh I will,” he kissed your cheek again, “Pretty girl is soaking my fingers,”

“Josh,” your voice was pitched high and almost whiney, “Faster,”

He nodded and listened, quickening the pace of the fingers inside you. In a few moments, you felt breathless, teetering on the edge.

“Come on,” he rumbled near your ear, “Cum on my fingers, little snowflake. You know I love you. Know I just want you to feel good,”

With much too loud of a yelp, you were trembling and collapsing into him.

“That’s it, sweet girl,” he removed his thumb and brought his hand up to your face, holding it gently so he could press kisses to your cheek and jaw.

You came back to him after a few deep breaths. He watched you with rapt attention, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Good?” he asked softly. You nodded dazedly and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“I wanna be inside of you so bad, sweetheart,” He spoke quietly, lips brushing yours.

“Please,” you breathed.

“You’re too fucking sweet,” he sucked on your lower lip, “I should be the one begging, with how good you feel,” he curled his fingers, making his point. “C’mere,” he slid you back a couple inches on his lap, his fingers still inside you, allowing him to push his sweats down and pull himself free.

With some amount of struggling, you tugged your pants off so they hung only on one of your legs by the ankle.

As soon as you were settled, your hand wrapped around him almost on instinct, touching him languidly and pulling a shaky exhale from his chest.

For a moment, he continued dragging his fingers in and out of you as you stroked him slowly.

“When you’re ready, Berry,” he said, brows furrowed as he watched your hand over him.

You were very ready—you leaned forward and let him withdraw his fingers as you lined him up, sinking down and letting him stretch you.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “Mm, warm me up, sweetheart,”

Your jaw dropped open as you ground against him. He cursed again and you whimpered at the full feeling. His hands gripped your ass as you began to move.

“Feels so good,” he breathed, looking up at you, “You’re so hot,”

A bashful laugh escaped you, but quickly you were cut off with a groan as he hit a spot deep in you.

“Sweet girl loves this, huh?” he grinned, “You like my cock, sweetheart?”

“Fuck, Josh,” you huffed out, “Talk to me,”

“Mm, and say what, babe?” his lips dragged along your jaw line, “That you’re so fucking tight and warm I feel like I could cum already if I wanted to?”

“Yeah…” you breathed. You felt dizzy, and his words made the heat in your belly stronger.

“Or that I love how pretty and fucked out you look?” he stroked your hair, “Cause I do. You look so pretty, babe, riding me,”

“Jesus christ…” your breath was heavy as you slammed yourself down into him again and again.

“You wanna make me cum, huh sweetheart?” He thumbed over your lip, “Fucking me so good,”

“Josh, I—please,” you groaned. You had no idea what you were asking for, but the way he was speaking to you was driving you insane.

“I’ll cum for you, babe, just keep—“ his breath hitched, “—Fuck, just like that, Berry. Kiss me.”

Your mouth crashed into his, urgent and messy. Soon, he was death gripping your hips, releasing into you and bringing you along with him.

Through the steamed up windows, you could still see the glow of Christmas lights in the distance.

-❄️-

Waking up to Josh, all soft brown curls, creamy skin, dark eyelashes—was single handedly better than any Christmas present. As you came out of sleep, you watched him, and you ran a finger through the ringlet curl at his forehead.

Your parents had agreed to let you both do your own Christmas festivities as long as it was early enough in the morning to still make it to breakfast at their house. And you were grateful, because what a fucking way to start one of your favorite days of the year.

“Merry Christmas,” you spoke softly against his cheek, pressing a kiss to it after. His lashes fluttered as he stirred slightly, slowly blinking open his eyes. Your chest physically ached as they focused on you, warm amber gaze.

“Hey,” he said back, voice rasping from sleep, “Merry Christmas, sweetheart,”

His lips tugged into a sleepy smile and suddenly you had to kiss him. You straddled him, careful not to be too rough with him just waking up, and settled against his lips. He hummed against you, arms wrapping around your torso, letting you lean against him fully.

“Love you,” you whispered against his lips.

“Oh, I love you,” he said back, holding your face in his hands and pressing kisses to it, “What a nice way to wake up, hmm?”

You nodded and kissed him again.

“Wanna make coffee and do presents?” You asked against his cheek.

“Yeah,” he agreed, nuzzling his face to yours, “Wanna do other things too, but that can wait,”

You laughed, “Yeah, it’ll have to wait. We have places to be, sweet boy,”

He gave a full grin at the name, “Alright,” he sighed, “Kiss me slow one more time, Berry,”

Without a moment of hesitation, you leaned forward and kissed him, slotting your lips together. His hand settled on the back of your head and kept you pressed to him, and the slow drag of his tongue over your bottom lip was addicting.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay in bed for a bit?” He asked, his voice a low buzz against your mouth.

Your breath was shaky as his other hand trailed slowly down your waist, over your ass. He gripped gently, rolling you down into him, making his breath stutter.

“We shouldn’t, babe, we have to…” you whimpered as he sucked on your bottom lip.

“I know,” he kissed you again, “But doesn’t it sound nice?”

His voice was working and he knew it; so low and sleepy and turned on. He was coaxing you into the idea even though you were serious—there was no extra time.

The hand he had on your ass trailed around to the front of you, pressing against the front of your sleep shorts. Your eyes rolled at the contact.

“You don’t wanna come sit on my face for a little bit?” He murmured, “I’ll treat her so sweet,”

“Josh…” it left you in a shaky breath.

“I know, baby. Come here. Let me,” he lifted himself up so he could slide down the bed, reclining fully. He motioned you upwards and you hesitated only a moment, considering the scolding you’d get for being late to family breakfast.

But his eyes, god, how they looked when he was aroused. And his flushed cheeks, and his messy hair—

You slid your shorts off and climbed up on him.

“Look at you,” he kissed your thighs as you settled over his face, “This is the best present you could give me, sweetheart,” he murmured, gripping the tops of your thighs, asking you to lower yourself.

Immediately, his velvet tongue made you whimper. He laughed softly at the pathetic noise, and lapped at you again.

You came apart for him like that, thighs shaking as he got you there. Then, he fucked you slow, in the daze and glow of the morning light filtering through the blinds.

-❄️-

After a quick shower and more making out, you settled in the living room, on the soft carpet near the christmas tree. You each donned a cup of coffee and matching christmas pajamas that you’d picked up the week prior. A vintage holiday vinyl you’d thrifted crooned low in the background.

You’d agreed to keep presents small—with Josh primarily making his money from a gig here and there, and you working off tips from a coffee shop, there was no need for extravagance.

“Look at Pepper,” he smiled, nodding towards your cat. She was swatting at a golden bulb of an ornament, nearly knocking it off the tree. You giggled at it, watching her play.

“She’s easily entertained,”

“Pepper and I have that in common, I guess,” he grinned, sipping his coffee. “Here, Berry, you start,”

He reached for one of the few presents under the tree. It was wrapped in a snowflake-covered paper, a small box about the size of your palm.

You unwrapped it with an exciting sort of anxiety buzzing in your fingertips, wondering what sorts of things he’d picked out—you didn’t have lists to go off of.

Quickly, you could tell it was jewelry. You opened the small gold box to reveal a dainty gold toned necklace with a small, tear dropped shaped pendant.

“It’s, um,” he smiled, “It’s strawberry quartz. Ya know, cause,” he flipped his hand up in a shrugging motion and giggled.

Your smile spread wide all on its own.

“I love you,” you breathed, leaning in to kiss him. The kiss was mostly just smiling with your lips barely pressed together, but you didn’t mind.

“Your turn,” you grinned, passing him one of the presents.

He ripped open the paper after complimenting you on the wrapping job.

“Berry!” he exclaimed, “How’d you find this?”

He spun the John Denver vinyl around in his hands, reading over the back of it in awe.

“Luck,” you smiled.

“Ah, Rocky Mountain Christmas. How perfect,” he grinned, “Thank you, sweetheart,” he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“Alright,” he handed you the next gift and sipped his coffee as you opened it.

It was another smaller package, a little bigger than your hand. You unwrapped it carefully, revealing a small, cream-colored photo album. Your breath hitched even before you opened it.

The inner cover had a message written in gold pen.

To my Berry,

Merry Christmas. I love you and cherish you always.

-Josh

“Babe…” you smiled wildly.

“I actually had written that before you said ‘i love you’ the other day,” he grinned, “So technically, I beat you to it.”

You laughed and began to turn the pages.

He watched you closely, face full of affection, as you flipped through it. Even before he explained, you understood.

“They’re from the disposable camera,” he said softly, “From Halloween.”

You nodded, taking it in. The photo of him holding your hand in the pumpkin patch, of your bracelets from the gift shop, of you smiling. The way he saw you seemed so pure, you could not help the tears in your eyes.

“You like it?” He smiled.

“Yeah,” you breathed, setting it down to wrap him in a hug as you blinked away the tears, “I love it. Thank you,”

He hummed and kissed your cheek.

“Okay, babe, we probably need to hurry,” you handed him his other present. He nodded, tearing it open.

“Oh, wow,” he smiled, holding up the bandana.

“It’s vintage,” you smiled.

“This is so cool, Berry,” he turned the burnt orange fabric over gently in his hands, tracing over the paisley pattern, “Thank you,” he pulled your face in for another kiss, “I love it.”

“One more,” you handed him the last present.

“You got me three, Berry? Trying to make me feel bad?”

“Oh hush,” you smiled, “This one didn’t cost money, so we’re even.”

He bit his lip as he opened the gift. He gasped softly as he revealed it.

“Oh, you know me well,” he smiled, holding up the CD, “My girl made me a mixtape, huh?”

You nodded, grinning, “You are a musician, Josh, don’t give me too much credit.”

“That I am,” he grinned. He read the handwritten tracklist you’d written on it, “How’d I get a hot girlfriend that also has great taste in music?”

“I dunno,” you hugged him, toppling him over to the ground. He giggled and set the CD down, “Guess you better keep treating her nice and maybe she’ll stay.”

“You just use me for orgasms and I know it, Berry.”

“I can do that on my own, Josh,” you kissed his cheek, “You are pretty good for that, though,”

“Oh, shut up,” he laughed, pulling you in against his lips.

“Merry Christmas,” he said softly, “This has been the best Christmas morning I’ve had in a while,”

“Me too,” you kissed him softly, “Merry Christmas, babe.”

-❄️🍓❄️-

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[smila-mac]

i know we’re all loving the christmas headcanons atm so here’s ideas of what the boys would be like decorating the curtis house!!

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Ponyboy: he is baking with Johnny, Johnny literally can bake 3 things so Pony takes the lead with it, he burns himself on the oven tray cause this dumbass forget he needed oven gloves. He freaks out for a second then remembers he burns himself accidentally so often it doesn’t feel sore anymore. When it comes to decorating, he literally makes the biggest mess you’ve ever seen. Ever. But the cookies look cool and because they had extra time (and ingredients) they made a BIG chocolate cake. Ponyboy done most of the work but Johnny was there to make jokes and eat the icing and extra cake batter. Then Darry came in and told them they need to clean up cause the kitchen was a riot

Johnny: as i said he’s making cookies with pony, Johnny was just really there for moral support. Whenever Pony was done with a spoon or something Johnny would immediately ask if he could eat the stuff off if it, like even if it was out for a second. After pony burned himself on the oven tray, Johnny tried to grab it, he caught it, but also burned himself. Dallas came in after to make sure they weren’t being dumbasses. Johnny got really excited to decorate them cause of all the colour options, he made some horrible looking cookies but him and pony just took the piss out of each others and they were laughing really hard for a while until Darry came in and told them to clean up

Dallas: Dallas refused to do anything to help, he literally sat on the couch and watched the tv until he heard pony say “OW” really loudly then heard Johnny go “AH FUCK” then rushed in, they were both on the floor with a tray of cookies, pissing themselves laughing. Dallas shouted at them for being irresponsible and put both of their hands under cold water. He sat in the corner of the kitchen while Johnny and Pony decorated the cookies, he occasionally came over to see what they were doing and would laugh with pony and Johnny at their designs for it and they were all dying with laughter after Pony spilled icing everywhere, and all the chocolate cake batter everywhere, Darry came in and gave them a lecture and Dallas kept on cracking jokes to the point Johnny and pony couldn’t keep a straight face. They got in even more trouble for laughing.

Sodapop: soda LOVES Christmas, he always goes all out. He gets all the lights out, gets Christmas jumpers for everyone, him and Steve LOVE Christmas crackers, they get like 4 boxes of them just so they can bet who’s going to win. Soda loves candles, and he loves the smell of cinnamon, so they have a minimum of 6 candles burning at a time. During Christmas time no one is allowed to smoke inside, one time he caught pony smoking and Pony wasn’t allowed to smoke for a week. He made the gingerbread house and absolutely loses it whenever someone tries to eat it, like even after Christmas he refuses until he HAS to throw it out, and even then it’s like you’ve asked him to cut off his own leg, he’s absolutely devastated. Him and Steve have a great time decorating anyway but the use so many Christmas crackers that the whole place was littered with little toys and paper crowns and it takes ages to clean up.

Steve: Steve and soda obviously have their Christmas crackers but Steve really likes decorating for Christmas, he doesn’t like Christmas itself but people need driven everywhere to pick stuff up and he loves driving, mainly cause his car is so fucked he always gets to fix it up again. The only person he refuses to drive around is Dallas cause Dallas refuses to let Steve drive. And if Steve is driving Dallas will grab the wheel and swerve for a minute while Steve loses his shit, freaking out. He doesn’t really know how to decorate, like he gets the general idea but he doesn’t get it, he just follows soda around and helps Darry if he asks for it, but he’s pretty chill and just sits around and always helps if asked.

Darry: Darry does all of the tree, he doesn’t trust anyone else with it. He loves decorating the tree and he is the only one who can reach the top of the tree, but all the Curtis brothers take a year to place the star on top of it, pony always shares his with with Johnny, like Darry will give one of them a piggyback while they struggle to place it on top. Whenever it is Darrys turn he lets Dallas do it, cause even though he claims he doesn’t like it, he does. Darry always calls Johnny through when decorating the tree cause Johnny has his own ornament that the Curtis parents picked out for him and Darry knows how much it means to him. Darry also does lights on the roof, he does it with a different pattern every year to surprise the boys with, and he really does enjoy seeing how excited they get over the patterns.

Twobit: two-bit doesn’t really care for Christmas, he just likes all the chocolate you get from it, every year he eats all of sodas advent calendar in one sitting. EVERY. YEAR. Soda just hides his advent calendar so securely that two-bit gave up and ate pony’s instead. But he doesn’t do shit for decorating, he causes more mess than he does help so he just sits on the couch and eats literally everything. Him and Dallas just sit and talk shit about people who used to go to their high school (ik they were in different years) and when their done doing that they talk shit about socs

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Thank you so much for all the support on my last post!!

If anyone wants anything specific written feel free to shoot me a message and I’ll do it ASAP

~ smila

[queer-whatchamacallit]

Okay my sweet, light-hearted little headcanons about Carmy time

He has fallen asleep anywhere and everywhere because he may not sleep well at all, but he’s not really one to ly awake staring at the ceiling

He’s doing something, whether that be watching tv, cleaning his floors, drawing, etc. until he passes out wherever he was doing it

Why not add joint pain to the constant malaise he has going on

In terms of ages, I hc Carmy as 27, Sugar as 34, and Mikey would be 43

So when Sugar’s born, Mikey’s 9, and when Carmy’s born, Mikey’s 16 and Sugar’s 7

Mikey lived with his mom for a good few years after he turned 18 and had to move back for a couple months once or twice

When he did move out, he still lived super close and came over every Sunday to keep making his braciole

Carmy thought Mikey was the coolest person in the world for years and years, and he never quite shook the want for Mikey to think he was cool back

He’s sleepwalked on and off since he started elementary school

The first time it happened, Mikey was up drinking and hanging out with Richie, and Carmy just walked over and stood in front of them

He didn’t move for a while so they started stacking pretzels on his head

They got pretty far but eventually laughed so hard they woke him up

A couple years ago, Carmy finally started doing research when it started getting more frequent, and he bought a child safety lock to put on his bedroom door

He only did it when he had a string of them until he started sleep cooking

He’s a sex-neutral asexual and either generally queer or straight when it comes to romantic attraction

He uses he/him but doesn’t mind it when people use they

I would read an extraordinary amount of fics with him and Syd as queer platonic partners or even just platonic roomies

I’d probably put Syd as aroace, ace lesbian, or lesbian, and Carmy is her platonic life partner, they are besties for the resties

Syd moving in with Carm and actually getting some decor in his lifeless little apartment

They hug, they lay in each other’s laps and watch tv, Syd braids the top section of Carmy’s hair back

They also deal with Carmy’s nightmares and several mental illnesses, and Syd never ever taking a break from actively cooking and making things and messing up her hands, and they take care of each other when dealing with their endless stomach issues

They’re a team of cool cooking powerhouses, forever and always

In relation to them being besties and Syd braiding his hair back, he decides he wants to learn how to do it himself

Whenever he’s had longer hair, he either gelled it back, threw it in a ponytail, or didn’t do anything with it, so he has very little experience here

She lets him practice doing her teeny tiny braids, and he eventually gets the hang of it

Braiding becomes a new hyperfixation for him, he’s determined to be good at it, and he gets fidgety as hell during his smoke breaks because in theory, he’d have time to braid someone’s hair which he desperately wants to do, but in practice, everyone would be too busy and he’d be too embarrassed to ask anyway

After a lot of trial and error, he finally figures out how to braid his own hair back

So if he can get it how he wants it (for this perfectionist? Very rarely) he’ll come to work with it like that

At some point, his obsession overtakes his embarrassment and instead of taking a smoke break, he braids Sugar’s hair, and during family, she braids his, which she hasn’t done since he was maybe five and refusing to get haircuts

And that’s all I have at the moment, but my brain is so full of him!!

[robbiefischer]

💍 🎶 🐶 🎄 🍔 for ezra and Patrick and Eliza and Orlando?

Thank you for the ask! I loved getting a chance to think about them, they're not as fleshed out as they could be so this really helped me solidify some stuff about these OCs.

💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings?

Eliza has her ears pierced, she has two piercings in each earlobe. She doesn't have or want any other piercings. Ezra has one earlobe piercing in his left ear, but nothing besides that currently. He had his nose pierced when he was younger, but he let it close up after one of the kids in his classroom at the time (he taught preschool) nearly pulled it out. It just wasn't a good idea working closely with unpredictable small children. Patrick doesn't have any piercings, and neither does Orlando nor do they want any.

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

Patrick doesn't listen to music all that often, but when he does he favors instrumental music because he finds lyrics distracting most of the time. He likes a lot of contemporary classical and minimalist music, especially sparse, atmospheric piano, some soft jazz, lots of instrumental film scores, that kind of thing. Ezra likes a wide variety of music - he'll listen to everything from folk rock to metal to EDM to pop hits and everything in between. He's pretty much always got something playing, even if it's only in his head, and he often listens with noise-canceling headphones on at home since a lot of his favorites stress Patrick out a bit when he's trying to relax after work.

Eliza likes a lot of indie folk and pop, as well as a bunch of singer-songwriters - she's really lyrically-focused. In general, she'd rather listen to softer, slower stuff than faster music but there are some exceptions. She also ends up listening to a lot of musical soundtracks and pop because her oldest daughter, Annaliese is really into both and Eliza is a great mom who supports what her children are into. Orlando listens to music pretty much all the time when he's working but not in a meeting or on a call, and he's not at all picky about what he listens to. He's probably more fond of rock than anything else, but he'll add pretty much anything and everything that's catchy and has a good beat to his Spotify playlist and usually just keeps his likes on shuffle. He actually loves musicals, and will be the first to start belting along with a song in the car while he's driving the kids to school.

🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets?

Ezra and Patrick have an orange boy kitty (with exactly one brain cell) named Charlie and a rabbit named Cocoa that their youngest daughter, Finley, loves more than life itself. He's a family pet because she's only six and way too young to take on full responsibility for any animal, but she'd been begging for a bunny for years.

Orlando and Eliza have two dogs - a husky named Fiona and a golden retriever puppy named Delilah.

🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday?

Orlando is a total Christmas fanatic. He just loves the entire experience - the food, the music, snowy weather up at their estate, putting up lights, shopping for presents, making gingerbread houses with the kids, decorating trees, just... making it an amazing experience for the whole family. He has the best time playing "Santa" for all of the Calloway kids (but especially his own) and goes all out. Glitter everywhere (that he promises his wife he will be responsible for cleaning up because she hates the stuff), boot prints in the house, "reindeer" tracks out in the snow on the lawn, elaborately wrapped gifts, letters from Santa... the man has no chill about Christmas and everyone in the family loves him for it.

Eliza's a New Year's Eve kind of girl. She looks forward to it all year, but especially after the stress of the winter holiday season. It's always such a busy time at work, then there's just so many family events and so much to do to make everything special for all of the kids in the family. She loves all of the family stuff, but by the end of December she's starting to feel a little bit burned out and is desperately craving some quality time just for her and her husband. Orlando always goes all out for them for NYE - they spend the night in the city at a really fancy hotel, go out for dinner at Eliza's favorite restaurant, they both get all dressed up and just bask in each other's company.

Patrick really loves Thanksgiving. He didn't have great holiday experiences growing up as a kid (his parents are... difficult and have always been super image-oriented, everything was done for appearances rather than enjoyment) so he's still easing into them and building new, pleasant associations with Ezra and their kids. But he loves Thanksgiving food and all of the family time with less stress than Christmas so much.

Ezra's another Christmas lover and everything he loves about it revolves around his family. He loves creating traditions with his husband and kids (they have three - Evan, Alexandria and Finley) and getting to spend tons of quality time with them whether they're decorating the tree, baking and decorating Christmas cookies, going ice skating, picking out matching holiday PJs and curling up on the couch with hot cocoa and a sappy Christmas movie, going to New Islington's tree lighting ceremony or spending evenings out at the Christmas market. He just loves it all. It's also his favorite time of year at work because the preschool and daycare kids just get SO excited and are so cute about it. He spends a lot more time visiting classrooms during the holidays because he loves getting caught up in their excitement.

🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer?

Orlando's a fantastic cook, but he almost never bakes. It's not one of his strengths, although he could handle following a basic cookie recipe or something with the kids if one of them wanted to spend the day baking with him. Although he and Eliza split that responsibility pretty evenly, he probably does a bit more of the cooking in their household (it's about 60% / 40% in his favor) and is always happy to take an extra turn if she's not feeling it. He just enjoys it a bit more than she does.

Eliza's a really good cook, but baking is her one true love and she's great at it. She's been baking bread since she was a teenager and was gifted some of her grandmother's sourdough starter, she does really fancy birthday cakes for everyone in the family and is constantly leveling up her skills learning new, complicated techniques and recipes. Most recently she perfected puff pastry. She'd much rather bake than cook, if you gave her the choice.

Patrick isn't really a huge fan of doing either, but he's become a very good cook (because Patrick becomes good at everything he does, he's persistent like that). He hasn't bothered with baking because he really doesn't enjoy it at all. Honestly though, if it were practical for his family, he'd hire a private chef to cook on all of his nights but he just doesn't hate doing it quite that much.

Ezra is a really good cook, and likes doing it. He really loves cooking with their kids and always tries to find ways to get them involved in an age-appropriate way. He's fine at baking if he sticks to the basics. It's not his favorite thing to do, but he's more than willing to whip up a batch of cookies or brownies with the kids if they want to bake or have requested them.

[vmeemo]

Holiday Vibings

With special guest oc @radical124 's fire elemental, Salene!

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It was quiet in the witches home, with the snow gently falling outside. Inside there was a tree all set up, decorations placed everywhere inside the home. Lights were shining dimly inside shared home and at the moment Star was busy getting things ready in the kitchen, getting the food ready for when their guests would arrive along with Kepler, who is surprisingly helping out a lot this season.

"Kepler how are things going on your end?" Star asks her friend.

"Oh you know." She says with a smile, working on slicing the vegetables up and putting them into a steam pot, "Busy. Getting the veggies ready. How about you Star, I know you're finishing up the cake over there and other desserts."

"Just dandy I think." Star puts some candy cane bits onto a cake before topping it with whipped cream at the ends. It's a log cake and to her it's a pretty good cake at that. Butterscotch flour with cream cheese icing topped with some now placed candy cane bits. It should be a good enough dessert for Pepper.

"Did you hear anything from Salene yet?"

Kepler thinks it over before shaking her head. "Not yet. She told me she would be arriving but not exactly when." She looks outside the window, seeing night starting to fall. "I just hope Salene knows where the place is. That she doesn't get lost in the snow. I know she's an elemental and all but still."

Star laughs a little at this. It's not often that Kepler cares about someone on that level. Though she would be a hypocrite if she didn't feel the same way about the other guest coming over. That being the colossal sheep baker, Pepper. Her carriage will be an issue but the mushroom witch thinks she can make it. It's not snowing that bad after all.

"I'm sure she'll be fine."

There was a knock right as Star finishes that sentence, making the mushroom witch smile and gestures to the catgirl, "You answer the door, I can handle the rest of things here. It's just the veggies mainly. The meats in the oven and will take another half hour give or take."

"You sure?"

Star hums, allowing Kepler to leave the kitchen and towards the door. Heading towards the door Kepler opens it, showing Salene on the other side of it, her hair ablaze with a warm fire while also wearing some winter clothing. "Salene! Glad that you came!"

The fire elemental chuckles and walks into the house, "Well I didn't have much going on so I figured that I could come over for the holidays. Cold as hell out here though, even my internal fire couldn't keep up for long stretches of time."

Kepler shakes her head at this before letting her friend step inside and out of the cold. "Make yourself home then. Star says there'll be one more person showing up though that depends on the weather."

The elemental hums at this, "Yeah the snows really piling up. And unlike me I don't think they can melt the snow as easily. Still whoever this person is they do sound interesting. You said that they were a baker?"

Nodding at this Kepler leans against the wall as Salene takes off her layers, "Yeah she's a baker. Once that Star is familiar with. Blocked out house by accident one day and that's how we met. Star took the time to hang out with her more and low and behold Star invites her to our little holiday setting." The catgirl feels a smile for as she looks at her friend, "Thanks again for coming though, really."

Salene laughs and gives the catgirl a pat on the shoulder, "Come on Kep we're friends. 'Course I was going to show up, or at the very least make an attempt at it. Star in the kitchen I take it? Smells good in there."

"Yep she is. Just finishing everything up, decorating the cake. One of them at least."

"Oh nice." Salene says, walking towards the couch and takes a seat, "Well maybe this mysterious baker can come on over soon. What does Pepper look like anyway?"

"Oh she's a sheep for starters."

Kepler notices the grimance on the elementals' face. She knew the reason and does her best to reassure her friend, "Yeah the wool might be an issue. But you can control your fire right? And I am sure that Pepper has dealt with enough customers to know how to handle elementals. It'll be fine. Promise."

While Kepler can see that Salene still was unsure about the whole thing, she talked it over with Star before the elemental arrived. Pepper will be fine. Nonetheless Kepler sees that Salene does her best to relax given the circumstances and takes a seat beside her. "In any case sit back and enjoy. Been a long trip for you just getting here."

"Heh. You aren't wrong there. I may be a fire elemental but I can still feel the cold." Salene laughs as she says this. "Yeah I think I'm gonna like it here. Food is included as well?"

Kepler nods at the question, prompting a smile from the elemental, "Good. I'm starting to get hungry."

The catgirl was about to say something but then is interrupted by the mushroom witch in the kitchen, "Foods ready! Come and get it!"

"Speak of the devil." Salene chuckles at this and the two get off the couch, heading towards the kitchen to see all of the food set up for the three of them. The fire elemental raises a brow at this.

"Didn't you say that Pepper was coming?" She asked.

"Yeah she is." Star said, pouring herself a glass of milk, "She's just bringing up the desserts and such. Moon told me that the snow is delaying her more than she thought." Star gestures to the beetle, which is now covered in a little blanket. "So she said to eat without her and she should be here by the time we're done and then some."

While the elemental was still confused at this eventually Salene shrugs and takes a seat at the end of the table. Looking at what's there and the plate in front of her she gets started picking stuff for herself. Kepler chuckles at this before picking some things for herself. "Someone's hungry."

"Hey its cold out there and I need fuel to keep my fire going."

The catgirl waves it off, "Just thought it was funny that's all. No harm done." She glances over at the other witch, "So in a bit Pepper will be here you said?"

Star hums, already putting the fork with food in her mouth. Kepler on the other hand speaks even with the mashed potatoes in her mouth, "Yep. Word of advice, don't stare for too long when you meet her. You'll know why."

This only makes Kepler laugh once she sees that her explanation did nothing to actually explain anything. If Star wasn't going to mention anything about Pepper, then she has the right to be vague about it. Besides a part of her was curious what her friends' reaction would be to the sheep girl.

Nonetheless the three simply have a good time with their meals, making small talk about what each of them have been up to and for better or for worse, the catgirl making mention about Star's recent 'hip' escapade. After a swat from the short witch the meal if done, with plenty of leftovers to spare. With it all on the table still, Star was about to do more dishes when a loud knock was heard throughout the house.

"That must be her. Kepler, mind doing the dishes?" She asks as she hands the wash cloth over to the catgirl, "I need to see how Pepper's doing and if she needs help with anything."

Leaving the kitchen to Kepler Star walks over to the door, opening it up to see a crouching Pepper in front of the door. "Pepper! So good to see you! Your wool is looking really thick tonight I noticed."

The sheep laughs as she pokes the wool on her arms, "Yeah winter season is like that for me. Not nearly as bad as the Lincoln kind though. Theirs get really long while mine is just puffy." With a smile Pepper looks inside the house, letting out a gasp, "Oh it looks so wonderful inside! Really a shame though given what happened last time."

The witch laughs at this. Turns out trying to shove a 15'9 woman through a single door is not worth the trouble. "Yeah... We won't make the same mistake again. If your carriage just outside?"

"Yep!" Pepper stands up and moves over, showing her giant wooden home sitting outside, "And everything is inside as well. And you said Kepler's friend is here right? The elemental?"

Star nods, and she taps her hooves together, "Excellent! Well tell everyone that I'm here but we'll have to move over to my place ok?"

Before Star could respond Kepler speaks up, "We heard ya! Just need to do the dishes!"

Pepper smiles and bends down one final time to the doorway, "I'll see you in a moment then! Just need to finish something up in my home before you come in. It's just about ready so I hope everyone likes it!"

"Great!" Star exclaims, "We'll be there shortly."

Pepper nods and leans upwards before heading to her carriage. From there Star closes the door and heads towards the kitchen, where Kepler is about finished with the dishes with Salene drying them. the cat witch speaks first as Star walks in, "Yeah good thing you didn't try shoving her in again. That wasn't great. But I am curious what she brought over this time."

Salene is still confused however, tossing the drying towel onto the counter, "So what's the story with Pepper? Is there a reason that she can't come in? I would've helped if there was a lot to carry."

Kepler waves her off, "It's not that its more so how Pepper is like 15 feet tall and can't fit in anywhere."

Salene sputters, going wide-eyed at hearing this, "She's 15 feet tall?!"

"15 and 9 inches." Star corrects the elemental. "Yeah trying to get her inside wasn't fun, even when we eventually used ways to shrink her in. Due to her size for the most part it has a reduced effect on Pepper, meaning that she was back to her normal size in no time and had to crawl." She sees the gobsmacked expression still present on the elementals' face. "She's really nice once you get to know her."

"If you're sure..."

Kepler, now done with the dishes gets ready to dress a little bit warmer despite the short distance. "What is that Salene admitting defeat? Certainly didn't see you cowering away during Halloween and I was a 7 foot tall bat woman."

Reminder of that moment makes Salene snap out of it and chuckle, "Yeah that's true. Even if I did make up that bat friend it was still fun meeting you."

Kepler laughs at that moment long ago as she walks to the door. "Well in any case we might not be in there for too long. Just enough time to hangout with Pepper and then watch something together. Sound good to you?"

Salene nods, putting on her winter jacket on. Once it was on and the other witches were dressed up they open the door into the dark snowy front yard. With the gargantuan carriage sitting out front, they moved towards it and Star climbed up the steps to bang on the wooden door. After a moment Pepper opens it, looking down at the short people in front of her and allowing Salene to be wide-eyed at how tall this sheep woman actually is.

"Man you weren't kidding about her height..."

Pepper giggles at this and waves the three in, and Salene only became more baffled as she sees the inside of the carriage. For Kepler and Star they know that everything is sized to her. The elemental on the other hand is astonished that someone could even build something like this in the first place. She was so engrossed in the sight that she didn't even notice that she bumped into Pepper's thick wooly leg. "Omf. Sorry about that. Just- Not used to seeing a place like this, not often anyway."

The sheep doesn't mind however, even letting out a bit of laughter at the apology, "No worries. It happens all the time. And yeah more of my height is not a common sight so I don't blame you. In any case-" Clacking her hooved hands together Pepper heads towards the kitchen and pulls out some ice cream. "I got ice cream here if anyone wants it. Feel free to have whatever you three like!"

Gesturing to the large living room table Pepper places the ice cream on the counter and gets some bowls ready. Meanwhile Star and Kepler are mostly used to the oversized furniture and thus can climb onto the couch easily enough. Salene on the other hand needed a hand getting up onto the couch, which the two were more than willing to oblige by this as they helped lift the elemental onto the large couch before resting on the cushion.

"Yeah..." Kepler says, catching her breath, "Not the easiest thing to get up on, but the comfort is worth it once you get up here. Like a mini bed on its own."

Salene can only nod at this. She can kind of see what the catgirl means when she says that. Before she could comment on it Pepper is out in the living room in a surprising rush. In her hands was not bowls of ice cream but rather a pie looking thing about the size of a large hiking backpack. The stuff covering it looked goopy and not at all appetizing, like it was whipped almost with its consistency of marshmallows.

"Pepper what is this?" Star asks. "It's not like you to skip out on cooking something entirely."

The sheep girl places it on the coffee table and wipes off her brow, "You aren't wrong there Star. But I wanted to surprise you with something I heard about in one of the other regions. They call it an Omelet Surprise. It's supposedly really good but delicate to make. What that stuff on top is whipped egg whites with sugar in it and coated over ice cream and cake."

The two witches and elemental look amazed by such an idea. Star notes something however, looking up at Pepper, "But you needed to cook it right?"

The giant hums before letting out a weak chuckle, "I... May have forgotten that I had cookies already in the oven, so I can't toss it in. Not enough space. And in my rush I couldn't find anything that could help and-"

Pepper lets out a sigh, "Really wanted to show this off to you, especially since it seemed like a thing neither of you have ever seen before."

Star pats Pepper's hand to reassure her, "I'm sure we can do it next time. But maybe you can scrape the egg whites off and we can have the ice cream and cake underneath it?"

As Pepper slowly nods Salene looks at the cake like thing on the table. All it needs is to be cooked right? Standing up on the couch she hops onto the table where the cake thing is. "It just needs to be cooked right?"

"Um, specifically browned. Why do you ask?"

In response to this Salene's hair lights up into flames, and her hands become engulfed in fire. "Wanna give it a shot. It'll take a lot out of me so I need to concentrate."

After focusing the fire on her hands, she steps up towards the omelet, placing her engulfed hands close to the surface of the egg whites. Almost immediately it starts browning, making the fire elemental slowly move around the hiking bag sized dessert and watching it brown more as a result. Salene can feel herself tiring out but she thinks its about done, only needing to do the top part. When she gets assistance from Pepper by the way of lifting her up a tad, Salene finishes browning the cake and gets set down and lets out a few pants of exhaustion. "Heh... There you go Pepper... All done for you... Oy I need to lay down for a second-"

Salene collapses in Pepper's hands, who gently carries her to the couch and places her there. Looking at the dessert it looked all great with its browned covering. She smiles at this and heads over to the kitchen and comes back with some small (to her anyway) plates as well as a knife. "Well then. Thanks to your friend, the Omelet Surprise is ready to be served!"

Giving each of the three a plate Pepper cuts the dessert up, showing that despite the heat that Salene placed around it the ice cream inside was untouched. Kepler whistles at seeing this, "That's pretty cool I'll say that much. Here's to it tasting as good as it looks."

Picking up her spoon she takes the first bite of the dessert. Kepler lets out a happy hum as she finishes the bite. "Oh this was worth it. Congrats on making it Pepper. Oh and thank you Salene for browning it."

The elemental gives her a thumbs up before pushing herself up more against the couch. She takes her plate and she too takes a bite. "A bit cold for my liking but I do think it tastes great. What kind of ice cream is it?"

"Eggnog ice cream!"

Salene hums at this before taking another bite. Star soon gets into it as well, giving the giant sheep her own sounds of appreciation. Happy with that Pepper leaves for a brief moment before returning with some snowman shaped cookies, "The others are still in the oven but I got a few of these to go with that if you want."

"Oh sure thanks." Star takes a cookie and puts it on her plate and before long she remembers what she has in her home, "Oh yeah I made you a chocolate log if you want it. Figured I could give baking a shot."

"Oh how sweet of you to do that Star! I'll take it whenever you are able to!"

Star hums, eating another bite of her omelet. The others do the same, with Salene being slower than everyone else due to the amount of energy she used to brown the dessert. However despite that everyone is having a good time and enjoying the warm interior of the carriage with some ice cream, cake, and cookies. All while the snow gently falls outside.

[punkranger]

Chia, Aloe Vera, and Nutmeg for Antoine, pretty please? Also, Happy Birthday, Antoine!

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

answered here!

chia ⇢ what’s an inside joke you have with someone else?

“Not really an inside joke, but sometimes when I’m out with Ortega I like to point at different people and ask if he thinks they could be Hollow Ground. He always looks at me funny when I do, can’t imagine why. Also thank you, I was indeed born and everyone should be grateful for that, now where's my gift?”

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

“Uuh, it’s like… just my stuff, not like I hired a fucking home decorator or anything. I guess the theme is that it’s pretty dark because I can’t stand white walls, but also not cramped because I hate that even more. Got posters on the walls that I took from the street, some actual art that I got from… somewhere, some drawings I made, fun lights everywhere – never turn it off, don’t pay the bills anyway. There’s furniture… look man I don’t know! There’s everything that I need, a bed, a couch, a cd player, vinyl records I can’t play because it’s impossible to find a player, the kitchen… exists – no I haven’t burned it down, also did Ortega put you up to this?”

(Vibes below, darker colours but also some bright splashes, furniture is mostly plain and comfortable while the decorations are more fun and weird. Not overly cluttered but definitely lived-in.)

[true-blue-sonic]

HI HI BLUE!

In this last month of the year, the christmas decorations has already settled everywhere...

So I thought about Gold, after living almost her whole life in Onyx City, being in the past during this period.

Oh boy, the girl would get mesmerized after every step along the streets, seeing the different ways the Xmas lights can be positioned, let alone when it is not the only thing in the external decorations...

And more, what if the city have the tradition to put a great Xmas tree in the center? This girl could easily be 3 hours straight standing in front of it just admiring the structure, its colors and its lights while Silver would be regretting by not taking a camera to register the cute tenrec...

Well, I don't know how usual it is around the globe, but here by my country at least is quite common find 2~4 meters tall trees constructed with CDs or plastic bottles, I like to imagine Gold's curiosity while she examines this to understand how it was assembled...

Anyway, Merry Christmas in advance! 🎄🧑‍🎄

Hello there to you too!🍀

Indeed, I've seen them too: all the lights and prettiness ^-^ Tis the season... of cold icky weather too and by god I need those lights for some cheer in my own life because Dutch December weather is just dreary as all heck😩😂

I can imagine Silver and his friends from the past extensively told Gold about Christmas, but she never really managed to picture it: there's light on the streets and it gets decorated. Nice, street lanterns are a thing whole year round, and everything in the past looks pretty already anyway😂 (I love the idea of Gold on occasion being a horrid li'l sceptic only because she lives with Silver and he ain't always the most reliable source of information, lol.) So when the Christmas decorations are put up and Silver takes her to the inner city to see for herself this girl is blown away. She'd be amazed by how bridges are covered in strings of lights (with patterns they flicker in!!) and how there's all sorts of chandeliers and shapes made with the lights also. And the Christmas tree... she'd be unable to stop marvelling at it, especially if it's a large one🥺 With all the baubles and garlands stuff inside she'd indeed be spending quite some time in front of it! Enough for Silver to sneak back home for a sec and grab his camera after all, cuz he's just gotta capture his big sis being cute💕

That's a really interesting way they make trees in your country, I think Gold would indeed adore seeing how it is created and how everything fits together! In Holland it's common for organisations and stuff to place a Christmas tree inside their buildings (usually a fake one haha), though outside we're more of solely the strings of lights in the places I've been at so far. Though, we do have those Christmas markets and fairs in some cities; Silver and Gold can go there and enter the ferris wheel and eat winter snacks with hot chocolate! :>

Merry Christmas to you too if you celebrate, and thank you for the ask!🍀🎄

[dearestones]

Twisted Wonderland Matchup: Jamil Viper #2

Warnings: Fluff. 

Anonymous Request: Hellooo~ My name's Yade and I'd like to ask for a romantic matchup with a twst boi! 1st or 2nd year preferably. This is my first time making such a request so please excuse my awkward communication skills lol. She/her pronouns btw :,)

Appearance: Diamond shaped head with sharp facial expressions, dark brown, straight hair that reaches my shoulders- I tie 'em up in a messy bun so that my shorter hair strains at the front can do their own thing tho xD Body type is hourglass and I don't really put a lot of effort into my clothing style: Casual with pale/light colors.

Hobbies: Gardening, listening to music (my earphones are my bebes), designing/decorating- I am also extremely interested in languages: I can speak 6 languages and hope to speak 10 someday

Personality:

-Very respectful and accepting. I value these two traits a lot as they are the foundation of relationships in my opinion.

- Intelligent and wise, If I do say so myself. Have gone through quite a lot of things and know that I am mentally more mature than others my age. I can be pretty lazy as well, ignorant and stubborn. I tend to get defensive pretty quickly without even realizing it. I am also forgetful- I literally lose my brain everywhere

- My humor is broken af but ppl tell me I'm funny so I'll just go with that lol- If you couldn't already tell Im.. uh- a bit weird HAHA

Thank youuuu if you accept my request and sorry for disturbing u. Bye byeeeee ~

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After going through the description given, I believe that you best pair well with Jamil Viper!

First of all, Jamil isn’t immediately drawn to people who look aesthetically pleasing to the eye. He of all people knows that just because something looks pretty or harmless, that doesn’t mean that it’s true. After all, he had to play the role of a mediocre student and dutiful servant for years. That said, when he first meets you, he is enamored with your long hair and your casual style, but he’s still somewhat standoffish and aloof. 

However, when he does get to know you better, he finds you rather charming. It takes a lot for him to open up to someone—and even longer for him to let you understand that he's far more than just Kalim’s shadow or the duty bound Vice Housewarden of Scarabia. With you, he finds that you accept his entire self—not just the persona that he’s forced to display for the rest of the world. The good, the bad, and his hiddenmost parts of himself you cradle and keep close to your chest. Without you, he thinks that it would have taken years for him to finally reveal himself. 

To you, he feels like he can be his own person with his own personal strengths that he doesn’t have to share or downplay for Kalim. 

When Jamil finally feels comfortable around you, you’ll find that he becomes physically affectionate. He won’t hug you or kiss you in public too often—he prefers subtlety. Often, his displays of affection are whenever he decides to surprise you with homemade meals, tips on how to do your homework, and if you’re lucky, he’ll ask if he can do your hair. (He absolutely loves your hair and how cute you look when it’s messy, but sometimes he wants to run his fingers through it so he can put his own spin on it). 

Have you thought about setting up a garden in Scarabia? Granted, it might be a little hard considering how desert-like the conditions are there, but the both of you can research what plants can be grown in these conditions. Jamil is more than willing to spend his free time with you gardening while listening to some great music in the background. If you ever feel like taking a break, he’ll be ready with a pitcher of refreshing beverages or he’ll drag you to your feet so you can dance together. 

Jamil is amazed by how many languages you speak. How do you have the time or the energy to keep up with so many? Your determination and ambition to know ten languages not only garners you admiration from him, but also pride that he has a lover who does what it takes to achieve her dreams. It took a while for Jamil to speak the language used at Night Raven College and even then, sometimes he makes mistakes. If you have the time, maybe teach him a few tricks? It would be fun! And, if you would like, maybe you would like learning to speak the language most often used in the Scalding Sands. (Provided, of course, if you don’t speak it already. If you do, feel free to converse with him in his native tongue). 

Jamil doesn’t laugh that often, but he does find your humor interesting. Sometimes, your jokes will miss, but when they do hit their mark, Jamil will find himself trying to hold in his laughter and ultimately failing because you’re just so cute and earnest when making them! 

As for your negative personality traits… While your laziness and ignorance heavily reminds him of Kalim, he supposes that they’re not necessarily terrible traits. Unlike Kalim, you’re not his master and you have already acknowledged that he is his own person outside of the Asim name. He’ll gently remind you to complete tasks and if you’re truly that forgetful, he has more than enough handy tips that he has tried to teach Kalim over the years to help you. 

Overall, Jamil is calm around you—he doesn’t feel the need to disguise who he is at his core and he encourages you to show him all of yourself as well. Even though there are some differences in who you are as people, it’s nothing that a little communication can’t fix. 

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TWISTED WONDERLAND MASTERLIST

[harushinkai-daily]

“A Very Surprising Birthday”

An Appmon Madlib, filled out by @hitthesnooze

It was a perfectly normal, INFLUENTIAL afternoon in early July. Haru SPAT down the BACKPACK-lined boulevard, on his way back to Kashinoki Books after completing a rather strange errand for Ai. She had asked to borrow his copy of the latest Terry book (“Terry and the HEIR of LIGHT”)— which was strange because Haru knew she had her own copy, which she had read at least 648 times already. Still, he had done as she asked, and SPUN home to fetch it, no ifs, ands, or MATCHES about it.

Suddenly, he heard voices, and a ROUGH rustling to his left. Looking over his TAILBONE, he saw four very CAREFUL Appmon in a long HOODIE spill out from behind a tree and tumble to the ground with a mighty “BOOM!” The BORING bag they had been holding split open, scattering its contents everywhere.

“Gatchmon! Are you all right?” Haru immediately ran over to help. Gatchmon, looking unhurt save for his JEWEL, picked himself up and was attempting to look as PALE as possible, trying to hide what the others were doing. Musimon was busy trying to help Offmon out of the HOODIE, while Dokamon was MORBING items back into the bag.

“Haru! Fancy meeting you here!” Gatchmon exclaimed FRIGHTFULLY. “We uh… we meant to do that. All part of the plan.” Despite his Buddy’s best efforts to hide them, Haru couldn’t help but notice the things that were going into the bag: a variety of snacks, party FISHING HATS, and some colorful streamers. Suddenly, everything made sense: Ai’s request, the Appmon hiding behind a tree, their disguise… Haru knew exactly what was going on.

“Gatchmon,” said Haru, half-amused, half in FEAR. “I really appreciate all this effort to be sneaky, but isn’t this pretty much the exact same PEARL party as last year? It’s not very surprising if I know what to expect.”

At this, Gatchmon smiled GLOWINGLY. “Ah, Haru, now that’s where you’re wrong! This PEARL party is going to be a surprise, and that’s a gatchin’ guarantee!” The Appmon held out his ELBOW, and Haru found himself with no choice but to DANCE it and follow his Buddy’s lead.

As they opened the IGNORANT entrance to the bookstore’s underground FOYER, Gatchmon told Haru to close his eyes. As they maneuvered carefully down the stairs, Haru could hear loud voices and sounds of CRYING, both of which were replaced by hurried shushing, then silence. When they reached the bottom, Gatchmon gave his arm a DANGEROUS tug, which Haru took to be the cue to open his eyes.

“HUZZAH, HARU!” A chorus of voices called out in unison.

Haru felt his eyes grow as round as KNIVES as he gazed around the FOYER.

It was a PEARL party, all right! Eri and Astra had been in charge of the cake (under the watchful eye of VEGASMON), which was obvious to Haru because all three of them were still covered in COLBY JACK. It was also apparent there had been some sort of argument over how to decorate it. One half of the cake was covered in LASAGNA and the other half was overflowing with MOLTEN LAVA CAKE. It seemed that Rei had been assigned the hideout’s decorations (and perhaps even he hadn’t known what to do with that information), as the whole room looked particularly SOULLESS decked out in colors of BLOOD RED and OPAL. Offmon had been put in charge of party favors, but as he found noisemakers a bit too SAFE, everyone had been given THE NIGHT instead. Ai was standing off to the side, trying to hold in her laughter, and as Haru’s eyes found hers she gave a tiny, apologetic shrug as if to say, “I know, but they did all work very hard to pull this off.”

“Well, Haru?” Gatchmon asked, looking somewhat in DREAD. “What do you think?”

Haru looked around at the faces of his friends, their Appmon allies, and finally down at Gatchmon. “I think,” he said at last, “that for some reason, everything made a bit more sense last year.”

He smiled.

“But I have to admit, I am very, very surprised. Thank you so much, Gatchmon, everyone!”

And as it turns out, the cake was absolutely PAINFUL.

~ THE END! ~

[progressivemother]

Our Halloween and The Other Traditions Our Children Are Taught During This Time Along with The History of Halloween

What are the traditions of Halloween? Every family has their own little thing but I think the main tradition is dressing up and trick or treating. It depends on each family on if there is more to it.

As mothers, we are expected to take care of the costumes, treats, and decoration. It can be stressful but not nearly as stressful as Christmas. But it depends. We have seen some elaborate decorations. As minimalists, we do not go crazy. We put few small figurines up, black fabric on the television stand, and put up wreaths. We do not put up yard decorations or lights.

Mothers can make our children's costumes or buy them. We switch up, depending on what is going on during that year. This year, my daughter had a dress up that she really wanted to wear so it made it easier on me. Don't let anyone judge you if you don't make a costume. Sometimes a hardworking mother needs to be able to make her life easier.

Every year, we make pumpkin pancakes in Halloween shapes. It's a lot of fun. The kids get to create their own pancakes. Then each night we go trick or treating. We keep it simple. When they get older, maybe we will have a night of scary movies or a campfire with scary stories. Maybe, we will allow then to have Halloween parties. Small ones.

I know wonderful mothers who handle Halloween in a host of different ways and I think that what really matters is that we take a little time to think about what we really want Halloween to be for us and for our kids and then plan accordingly. We got ours through trail and error.

We had a pretty fun yet simple Halloween. Our family tradition is to carve pumpkins the night before Halloween. The kids always have a lot of fun doing this. My daughter hates removing the guts because it's "gross" but as a little artist, she very much enjoys the carving part of the night. This year, she was Nezuko from Demon Slayer. It's an anime where they kick demon butt and she loves when bad guys lose. We only went trick or treating in her grandparents neighborhood. We didn't want to go too crazy and we didn't want her having too much candy. We didn't get my step son this year, sadly. Hoping for next year.

As for the history and other things celebrated during this time.

The ancient Gaelic festival of Samhain, which occurred on November 1 but kicked off the evening before, is considered the earliest known root of our secular Halloween traditions. It marked a pivotal time of year when seasons changed, but more importantly, observers also believed the boundary between this world and the next became especially thin, enabling them to connect with the dead. This is also where the history of Halloween gains its "haunted" connotations.

The early pagan holiday of Samhain involved a lot of ritualistic ceremonies to connect to spirits, as the Celts were polytheistic. While there isn't a lot of detail known about these celebrations, many believe the Celts celebrated in costume (granted, they were likely as simple as animal hides) as a disguise against ghosts, lit jack-o-lanterns, and enjoyed special feasts. The lighting jack-o-lanterns was to ward away evil spirits.

Later, Christians took on this holiday, turning it into their version of the holiday. Celebrations of Christian martyrs and saints date back to 4th-century Rome. In the early 7th century, Pope Boniface IV put All Saints' Day on the calendar when he dedicated the Pantheon in Rome to the saints, but the day was May 13. In the next century, Pope Gregory III changed the day to November 1 when he dedicated a chapel in St. Peter’s Basilica to the saints. Yet another century later, Pope Gregory IV added All Saints' Day to the universal Christian calendar, officially extending the celebration from Rome to churches everywhere. With the Christian celebration of All Saints' Day on November 1 came All Hallows' Eve, or Halloween, on October 31, as well as All Souls' Day on November 2—a three-day holiday collectively called Hallowtide.

During the Middle Ages, as the Christian Roman holiday of All Saints' Day spread to other Christianized areas, Hallowtide traditions merged with local cultures. In Celtic regions that formerly celebrated Sahmain, the local Christian Halloween traditions that arose included jack-o-lanterns, bonfires, and costumes. An early precursor to trick-or-treating is believed to be "souling," the tradition of going door to door asking for "soul cakes," a treat similar to biscuits, in exchange for prayers for the dead in purgatory. The tradition also involved dressing up.

The Scottish practice of guising, a secularized version of souling, swapped the prayers for tricks. The costumes evolved too, taking a scary turn when young Scottish and Irish pranksters got the idea to spook unsuspecting neighbors.

The holiday almost didn't make it the the United States. The Puritans were disapproving of the holiday's pagan roots, so they didn't want it to be apart of their community. Again, Pagans were not any fun. Ever.

It was not until the second half of the 19th century as Irish and Scottish immigrants began to arrive in America in greater numbers that the holiday took hold as part of the national zeitgeist. It's estimated that by the early 20th century, Halloween was celebrated across North America by the majority of (candy-loving, costume-wearing) people.

Eventually, this evolved into the tradition of trick-or-treating in the United States. The candy-grabbing concept became mainstream in the early to mid-1900s, during which families would provide treats to children in hopes that they would be immune to any holiday pranks.

Now for the religions.

We make sure to teach our children about all religions. Our family is mixed with them. Everyone chooses what to believe in as they grow into who they are. It is the same for our children. We will keep that tradition alive. Through this we teach multiculturalism, combat hatred and ignorance, and help them grow into great people.

That is why today, we remind our children to celebrate our Pagan friends and family. They are learning to understand what this holiday means to others while they trick or treat and dress up.

That is why tomorrow, we remind them of the tradition from South and Central American cultures.

Both traditions are to honor and remember our ancestors. They are actually great holidays. Honoring and remembering those who died is a wonderful thing, whether or not it is apart of our belief system.

[mothlegs]

aa dreams again

uhh is in roblox but kinda real

it is in Doors. but different

uhh. s. big n fancy. when a server starts if you're the first player you ride a train in and walk through a garden and then theres another train and it is real cool

private servers broke it tho so you had to walk along the traintracks and the sound was default roblox sound

uuum. there was parkour? and there was a huge flashlight like everyone was ant sized

there were like pods you could go into to change your avatar. and there was a kitchen where you could get water from the sink

oh also all the rooms were the same every time, not randomly chosen like in the real Doors

one of the rooms was a monster that would like chase you around while you found stuff, but if you were good at it you could just walk out and skip it. but if you were to do that and did another thing the game would glitch or something and it would look like the monster was giving you head???

thenn when i was in the private server this just. wasnt there. it was like a biiig and i mean huuuuge hall. like more than ten people tall hall. it was golds and browns and really gorgeous, with side halls and pretty decorations everywhere. the side halls were blocked in some way since it was made to have one path but since i was in the private server i fucked around to get out of bounds and explored. i found a secret balcony with a minecraft skeleton on it and a buncha other funky unfinished stuff:)

thenn. suddenly there were other people in my private server?? i was vaguely part of some small talk at some point, a brown woman asked me my name and i gave her my deadname and someone said theyd heard me ask to be called by my chosen name and i tried to play it off as just having a lot of names (which is also true, not just for trans reasons). then the brown woman said something about being called Black [her name i forgot it] and then saying thats always what B (housemate) calls her, and everyone was sorta like 🤨 Racist? but no one said anything

this was at the top of some stairs btw and there were like tiny christmas trees on the other side. at the bottom of the stairs was a group of people

then there were some Creatures? like orcs or something maybe, i didnt see them just heard them. but we knew they were bad

we got across the railing but it was very difficult and then we got to the next room and now somehow had a bunch of boxes?

the maybe orcs were pushing on the door by the stairs so we had to get everyone up here, which we did by having them push against the door and then run up and somehow that worked. my job was to move boxes out of the way so people could get in

then we barricaded the door with all the boxes and everything was fine..?? but then there was something about people becoming evil

i guess we all had to go to sleep now? i found a place upstairs with some couches. there was something weird...about the evil thing. people changing

but i found a couch and said it was mine, some other dude took the couch next to and put them together so we'd sleep up against each other? the couches were sorta colour changing- gold in light and blue in dark

i dont remember what but there was something spider man here?? and something with spiderman having put a painting on his butt to recreate a meme but it actually was a mirror turned around so when he was facing someone they could see his actual butt and balls in the mirror cause apparently there was no ass in his suit??? it was. so weird

and thats. all i remember. ! it was a very pretty dream. like really 10/10 for location and design. people of doors make my dreams pretty

[noisyalmonddreamer]

Valentines day: Nico Di Angelo

- Lowkey doesn't care - kinda - when he was single he didn't care at all - after getting together with you he actually starts caring - he'll get you chocolate and stuff. And none of that rite-aid crap. I'm talking *nice* chocolate - and also - he kinda uses Valentine's Day as a day to like reflect on how lucky he is to have you - he sometimes feels like he doesn't deserve you so it's a good time to just think - it's not like he doesn't do that anyway but Valentine's Day it's all pushed into his face - so it's like extra yk? - he sets up a real nice picnic in a secluded area - there's those hand held lantern things??? With the metal around it? - I'm pretty convinced he's lowkey a hopeless romantic ~~~~~~~~~

Nico looked around his room for a final time trying to remember anything he may have forgotten but nothing in his line of sight reminded him of anything.

He hadn't really been able to spend much of today with you, not that he minded all that much, however he did see you earlier that day for a few minutes.

~~~flashback~~~

As soon as Nico had left his cabin he was bombarded with roses and pink. Well not fully bombarded but the camp did look kinda like Aphrodite and Eros threw up on it.

Some of the trees and been turned pink and red (he suspected the children of Hecate but didn't say anything) heart decorations where everywhere, pink streamers and beads hung from the not dyed trees.  Couples hand and hand walking giggling about whatever, some of the Aphrodite campers where handing out roses while others where holding full bokay's.

It did make him feel like he wasn't do enough. Yesterday he show traveled to this chocolate bakery thing and got some pretty high quality chocolate but maybe he should have gotten flowers? Or a card?

Shaking off his anxiety Nico walked to his table for breakfast, waving and smiling lightly at you when you caught his eye. Throughout breakfast he could feel your eyes on him as he eat. When he would look over he would see you smile at him and blow a kiss, causing him to flush a bright red.

When breakfast was over Nico walked walked over to a more secluded area and waited for you like normal. Everyday you would go here to have a few minutes alone before heading to the days activity.

"hey there Neeks!" You placed a soft kiss on his cheek "Got anything planned for today?"

Nico shook his head "I got off on activities for the day so I'm probably gonna relax. How about you? You're with the younger campers right?"

You rolled your eyes and let out a fake groan "yeah. But I swear to gods if another six year old asks me if I'm 'as old as Zeus' I'm gonna loose it!" Nico chucked at you and pecked your pouting lips. "I'm sure you'll get through it, (y/n)." Clearing his throat he dug into the inside pocket of his jacket and handed you a heart shaped box "umm anyway this is for um for you."

You grabbed a hold of the chocolates and smiled, pulling him into a hug "Thank you Nico! These look delicious! I'll put them in my cabin right now so we can share them, yeah?"  You kissed him again and started walking to your cabin. You would have liked to spend more time with him but you did have activity's.

"Alright. Just hide them so your sibling(s) don't steal them!"

~~~and of flashback~~

He dropped off the picnic basket and walked to your cabin.

After he knocked one of your sibling opened the door the grinned at him "(Y/n) your boyfriends here!"

"Okay I'm coming I'm coming!" You yelled back at them. A few moments later you arrived at the front door. You weren't wearing anything to nice. Not normal camp clothes but nothing to flashy.

You smiled at Nico and grabbed his hand "alright see ya later (y/n)! Don't what up!"  Your sibling rolled their eyes as Nico and you left.

On your way to...wherever you where going you made light conversation, You complained more about the young kids causing Nico to laugh and smile sweetly at you. He never knew what he did to deserve you. He wanted to protect you from everything anything. He brought your interlocked hands to his lips and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

"Nico? What's up?"

"It's just I...I would give everything up for you"