#Christmas Themed?

[clowncalvary]

I Have No Idea Why I Wrote This Commercial While I Was High

Commerical starts in a man's kitchen, he is like a super burly man, he is drinking a warm manly cup of dunkin donuts. Then he pulls on his Carthart Books and Jacket, before getting into his FORD TRUCK.

The truck speeds in a wideshot down a rocky trail that is covered in snow before stopping and sliding, throwing up a spray of snow.

The man grabs his Bass Pro themed fishing pole and casts his wheel.

It glides through the air AND HOOKS SANTA CLAUS IN THE BACK OF HIS NECK.

The man ties teh back of hte fishing pole to his truck and drives off.

Close up of Ford truck growling as the man pushes down on a pedal.

Santa is then pulled down the same road from before in another wide shot. Man brakes and sprays more snow at the cabin. The camera pushes in on Santa's broken and bloody body before flashing back to the driver. He gives a creepy smile and a thumbs up.

[ryebreadedd]

other notes: her nose glows in the dark world and her antler shape is similar to the wings of the deltarune angel symbol

also i worded poorly in the text in the image, meant to say "her sprite had originally read to me"

[willowser]

aww aww katsuki coming home to find you and your kiddos in the kitchen, a disarray of gingerbread and icing and candies spread out across the dining room table.

you'd managed to dye your daughters frosting pink, and she's jumping up and down on her tippy-toes when she sees him, grinning so hard the tendons in her neck are straining. she'd wanted to build and decorate her own gingerbread house this year, but so far she's spent the last twenty minutes being very particular about only the first wall.

"daddy!" she leans her head all the way back when he puts his hand on her face, giggling beneath his palm with her little squished nose. "look at mine, look at mine!"

your wobbly son jumps up in his own chair, using the table as leverage to balance himself as he lets out a squeal of gibberish that vaugely sounds like an echo of what his sister is saying. at the excited pitch in his voice, her head whips around, free from katsuki's grip as her brows furrow.

"he's not even decorating anything," she protests—and she's not wrong; whatever your little boy is doing hardly classifies as 'decorating', and is more like 'eating all the frosting he can before getting caught'. there is a mess of sugar dried all around his mouth.

still, your son squeals in his chair, jumping up and down with even more energy when you place a hand on his butt, in case he slips. the promise of you only encourages him, and katsuki reaches across the table to snatch him up when he tries to get his little knee up on the surface.

your daughter's frown grows; sharing attention remains a soft spot for her. instead of saying anything, she only makes an annoyed little sound and presses her cheek into her dad's hip.

"stuff's gonna give you cavities," katsuki murmurs, though he picks up a few red and green candies and shares them with your already sugary boy—who hums happily. "need a toothbrush for christmas."

"no," your daughter pulls back and tugs on his belt loops, sneering up at him playfully when he pinches her nose. "you have cavities!"

katsuki makes a point to bare his teeth at her, and then presses his forehead to his son and does the same until they're both giggling. "ain't me, bighead,"

"you're a bighead!"

"yeah, 'n i am big, so what's your excuse?" a wicked little grin splits his face when she starts swinging on him, and he deposits your son into your lap before scooping her up off her feet, her girlish scream vibrant and happy in the space around you.

katsuki waits until she calms down a bit, holding her to his chest like a baby, before coming around the table to get a good look at her little pink masterpiece. he presses his mouth into her hair, like he does with you, and her little ruby eyes sparkle when he murmurs, "looks good, kid,"—just to her and only to her.

[oolong---latte]

blood red

[hirtenstar]

[wisyhana]

Always imagined on the situation where Marik would actually apologize to Yugi and Jonouchi for forcing them to duel each other. Cos honestly I find it pretty weird how everybody manage to be super friendly in the end.

But back at the Irateshipping, this happens as a continuation of the first comic I made. This one is bit too subtle in comparison with that comic, but well I'm a sucker for subtlety, so is open to interpretation what you think what's happening in Marik's mind.

This story will continue on that one trip the Yugi gang do to Egypt for the Rite of the Duel, there things get pretty intense and that only mean bad news for Jonouchi.

[areumcl]

doodles

[7cfc00]

home is where the heart is (and yours is gone)

[lilac-dreamxxz]

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Random christmas bios 🎄 —

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[ssentimentals]

Hi 👋🏻. Can i request for jeonghan + 29? Love all your works btw. Thank you!

hi, sweets! aw, thank you so much! 💜 thanks for the request, hopefully you will like it, let me know!

29. kiss as a promise (yoon jeonghan)

jeonghan sneezes loudly and proceeds to melt into a puddle with a forlorn expression on his face. he's a perfect picture of dying man (if men could die from simple flu and a bit high temperature) with his running nose, coughs that sound like he's about to spit his lungs out and constant sleepiness.

'hannie, baby, come sit down,' you say quietly, carefully lowering bowl with chicken soup on the table next to the couch. he sneezes again and looks so depressed that you can't help but chuckle fondly. 'god, what a drama queen. you're lucky you're cute.'

'you only love me for my looks,' he half-whispers, half-groans with his gone voice, slowly sitting up. 'it's a fake love, i see.'

you raise your eyebrow, unimpressed. 'if you can be sassy to me then i guess you have the energy to go cook yourself,' you mutter in a jokingly offended way. but then jeonghan coughs, looking like it's tearing him apart and your heart soars. 'here, take the spoon. you want tea now or a bit later?'

'later,' he sniffs and takes the spoon but then gives up, placing it back on the table and leaning on the couch. 'i know i promised to get well soon but i honestly don't feel like i'll get better till weekends.'

'baby, please eat,' you sit next to him, feeling up his forehead for any fever. finding none, you sigh in relief. 'and why till weekends?'

he stares at you with a dead glare, which is honestly impressive considering he can barely keep his eyes open lately. 'hello? you, me, that christmas fair you've dying to go?'

'hm? oh!' you light up at the mention of the fair but then shrug it off, smiling. 'it's no biggie, hannie. is this why you are rushing with the whole healing thing?'

he nods, looking very serious suddenly. 'i promised to you that we'll go. and we'll go.'

you talked his ears off about this fair in another town since it was announced in the beginning of november. excitement in your eyes is impossible to ignore and even harder not to cave in; jeonghan readjusted his whole work schedule just to be able to drive you to that christmas fair, because seeing you happy and making you happy are top two things in his priority list. catching this stupid flu was not part of the plan but he's determined to fight it and bring you to that fair because he promised.

'it's really not that important,' you say gently, rubbing his shoulder. 'the main thing is for you to get better, jeonghan.'

'do you want to go to that fair?' jeonghan asks, struggling not to cough. at your nod, he nods himself. 'if you want it then it's important. and i promised so-'

'no baby, really, it's okay-'

he shushes with you a kiss. and he knows he's sick but you've been with him for the past three days and didn't catch anything, so he thinks he's safe. he's also missed kissing you, so that's a perfect opportunity. he pulls back, smiling at the sight of your blush. 'i promised, doll. and i always keep my promises and this one won't be any different.'

[thatsbelievable]

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

I had what I think is idea for a short seasonal ttrpg campaign today: a heist game about setting up and executing the heist to destroy the gävle goat

[one-time-i-dreamt]

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and Terry Crews (my father in this dream) was trying to organise a trip to Alton Towers but kept putting in the name of different theme parks. Also Wednesday Addams was there trying to buy a country house.

[oldfarmhouse]

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[anitalenia]

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚 credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 @bunnysp1ce @zhenyiuu @julesdesires @liliesdiary @tiamathh @garfieldissocool @cinnamonghostcrunch @bunnychronicless (won’t let me mention you so ummm awkward) did I make Christmas themed dividers during spooky szn? Yes indeed 💅🏻

[onepiecebrained]

garp likes to have a bit of fun