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[mocharaffe]

Viviana Droste - Arknights

She's one of my favorite characters! :D

[anotherhumanpet]

Nope. Christmas comes first, little deer. The elf THROWS the rope, which twists like something alive to try and snatch Dennis up by the waist. ��It’s taken care of. Come, Dasher 2.”

Oh fuck no.

Dennis may lack grace with his legs, but he still has four of them to take off with - which he does. Because it's not just about outrunning the elf but outrunning the length of the rope.

Feeling it brush over his tail though does put the fear of god in the boy though, which - coincidentally - pushes him to run even harder to the get out of dodge and this acursed forest.

[thychesters]

one piece long anime/manga but its just the boxcar children

feels like a good time to admit i’m not overly familiar with the boxcar children and had to look it up but it looks like orphans on a train with a dog? seems fitting for the op arc i just wrapped up because here are a handful of straw hats on a train with their “raccoon dog” reindeer. he doesn’t bite. he does. he doesn’t. he will. <3

[bitchimasnake-sss]

i love from me to you sm! 😭 like it aimed directly to my heart 😭 you're so good at writing stuff so, here i am asking for a zoro!fic where reader hides that she got wounded during their last battle and zoro founds out and our poor moss head thought reader was gonna die so, he confessed (i just love flustered zoro) 😚 n e ways, continue writing the best stories!! lotsoflove! - glasses of nanamin

i feel like this is your second ask cause of the "n e ways" but lol, eitherways that's such a cute concept!! i would love love love this (i tweaked the prompt a little bit to fit it better, but i hope you like it it still)

got me losin' my cool ft. roronoa zoro!

set-up: as anon asked!! you get hurt during a fight and zoro almost has a mental breakdown haha live, laugh, love <3

warning: a bit of angst, zoro is a dumbass. otherwise, wholesome!

roronoa zoro's feet pound against the earth and he was sure that with every leap he took, his heart sunk further under. his fingers were clammy. so very clammy against your soft skin. and he was sure the sweat dripping off his forehead and dropping onto your bloodied tank top was the last thing you wanted to see before you died.

"zo—" you rasped helplessly and your voice felt like graters against his skin. your chapped lips, almost closed eyes, the wound on your stomach and your week, blood-stained hand on it. he couldn't even bear to look at you without wanting to breakdown.

"stop talkin, please." he clenched his jaw tighter, the sound of teeth against teeth jarring. and although he refused to look down at you, cradled carefully in his arms, he could hear the desperate heaves that rocked your body.

he picked up the pace, ducking under hanging vines and leaping over overgrown roots of ancient trees carefully, so, as to not hurt you. the ship should be two minutes away, docked at the edge of the island and chopper must be there. and chopper would know what to do. how to help you.

zoro had to just deliver you to chopper.

but with his poor geographical skills, he felt like he had been running for the past thirty minutes without finding the ship. and he was certain the ship was docked only 10 minutes away from where the fight was taking place between the strawhat crew and a local pirate crew.

"zoro—" you started again.

why were you speaking? DID YOU WANT TO DIE?

"—don't use up your breath. please." he panted, feet still working to find the ship. where was that goddamn ship?

"that side—" you winced as you pointed your arm in the opposite direction. you coughed, wincing again before whispering, "the sunny."

zoro's head whipped around to look behind him. and at once, he changed the course. running as fast as he could, he soon found himself at the rocky beach the ship had been docked at.

"CHOPPER!" the swordsman bellowed for the mini doctor as he climbed up the ship. the reindeer was peering over the deck and when he looked at your nearly passed-out figure, he yelped in surprise.

"she got stabbed." zoro explained as he carried you inside to chopper's makeshift office/operation theater. laying you down gently, they both looked guilty as you groaned and clutched your own hand on the wound tighter.

"i need to apply some anti-septic, clean the wound and stitch it up." chopper stated, eerily calm in the heat of the moment. "here—" he gave zoro a sterilized cloth from his cupboard, "—apply it to her wound. put pressure on the area, i need to go make the anti-septic really quick."

"you have to make it? how long will that take?" if the swordman wasn't scared out of his wits, he would be surprised at how desperate he sounded.

"five minutes."

zoro looked at the reindeer wide-eyed. but the reindeer ran off, presumably to make the said medicine.

he looked back at you, putting the cloth to the wound and gently pushing down. he knew how to make the bleeding stop, he had done this multiple time. what he hadn't done multiple times was see you so lifeless, so incredibly overtaken by pain.

"hey." he found himself saying softly. softer than he had ever spoken before, "hey, can you look at me? hear me?"

you nodded slowly and relief washed over him. atleast you hadn't lost all cognitive senses.

"just focus on my voice, okay?" he knelt down so that he was on your eye-level from the bed. his other hand gingerly took ahold of yours. mindlessly, he rubbed soothing circles on your skin. he repeated, "just focus on my voice. yeah, close your eyes. i'm here okay?"

you found yourself closing your eyes, relying solely on the darkness of your eyelids and his voice to guide you to safety. his hand felt like a familiar weight against your stomach, the kind of touch that will renew a dead man and get him climbing back from his grave. his voice was sweet, too sweet to be even called his.

"i—" he paused, rubbing your skin with the pad of his thumb, "chopper's gonna fix you up, you know. h-he always does. i mean you're stronger than this. you'd survive, right?"

he's not sure if he meant to ask it as a question. he was sure he had said it to sound reassuring. but somewhere in between him uttering the words and you hearing them, they had turned into a desperate, desolate plea.

your chest fluttered underneath him, your breath strained. the face he adored slowly scrunched up from the pain. and he found himself talking even more.

"focus on me, okay? just me." he steeled his voice. and his nerves. "you'd be okay. you know, you always said you'd make me mochi, you never did. you said you'd make sake flavoured mochi. is that even a thing?" he laughed despite himself. it was barely a laugh. a pitiful scoff maybe? it was not the kind of laugh that would fool you.

"uh— once you get better." he pretended to ignore the way your body seemed to go slack under him. he repeated, "once you get better, i'm gonna convince franky to make us fireworks. you love those. and- and nami. i'd convince that money-hungry witch to lend me some money so that i can take you out. we will go shopping. you always said you—"

why were you so awfully quiet? usually, you'd talk to the point where he wanted to cut his ear off. now, he wanted to her you. he wanted to hear you call him a moss-head like sanji and he wanted you to laugh when he yelled at luffy for doing something stupid. and—

"—hey?" his voice pitched higher, "please wait, chopper will be back yeah?"

but you didn't even shake your head a weak yes. his shaky fingers reached out to look for your pulse on your neck. it was there. feeble, but there. but for how long?

how long till he lost you?

his throat was closing up, he couldn't breathe. his eyes burned and he was sure he was gonna mark your skin with his own from the way he held onto your wrist.

why won't you talk to him? call out his name, god fucking dammit. nobody called his name the way you did. as if you liked the syllables enough to make a home out of them. nobody smiled at him the way you did. so sweet, too sweet for him. you were everything. even though he was just another wrecked, broken boy with dreams too big for his mortal body, you were everything.

"please," he clutched onto you like a maddening bastard, "please. just hold on, okay?"

but bile seemed to crawl farther up his throat every time you didn't respond. not even a slight glance. not even the movement of a pinky. his fingers checked for your pulse. faint, but there.

and he couldn't hold his words back. he called out your name in a desperate effort to awaken you. water blurred his vision and he blinked it away. his throat was scratchy. too scratchy. and where was chopper?

"i love you." he finally confessed, not thinking much of his words than the fact that he just wanted you to hear them. "i love you so much. i have for so long. i-it wasn't supposed to be like this. i- i was gonna take you out to explore some island. i would have bought you food and called you an idiot when you smiled at me. then— then." he paused, "i would have told you i loved you. you would have said nothing back. and i would have loved even despite that."

he called out your name, sobs racking through his body like accursed symphonies.

"move." chopper was back, in his hand was a ceramic bowl with a green, gooey paste. "go out. i'd call you back, okay?"

if chopped noticed the state zoro was in, he simply chose not to dwell on it. and if zoro had any residual doubts for what kind of a doctor chopper was, he didn't dwell on them either. he caressed your hand one last time and stepped out.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

the swordsman had been pacing around the deck. none of the members were back and it gnawed on his heart. what if they were hurt too? should he go back to see? but how could he leave chopper and you alone here? and what kind of a first mate was he if he cannot even save his own crew?

the world's greatest swordman be damned.

chopper stepped out and zoro looked at the doctor, frantic. chopper gave him a sigh and chased it with a smile, "she's okay."

zoro was not sure if it was the exhaustion, or the relief, or some other feeling his gut had concocted in him without asking. but he crashed down on his knees. his palms felt rough against his face and when he inhaled, he could smell dried blood on them.

"hey." chopper trotted towards him, keeping his paw on the green-haired man's shoulders, "she's okay, really. they missed any vital spots and she didn't lose a lot of blood. she will heal, okay?"

zoro couldn't do anything but just nod along. then, when he had the courage to look away from his hands. he looked at the doctor, finally muttering a faint "thank you."

the reindeer blushed at the compliment, "don't thank me. but you know, once she's better, you should tell her how you feel. this time maybe while she's conscious."

"chopper." the swordsman groaned.

the reindeer shrugged mechanically, "i won't tell anyone what i heard if you promise to take her out on that date."

after much deliberation— having to choose between humiliation at the hand of his crewmates when they discovered his crush or the humiliation from his crush when he finally confessed— he finally gave in. after all, humiliation from one was better than humiliation from seven. especially that fucking cook.

"fine." he grumbled, "i'd take her out."

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

it had been two weeks since you were stabbed. well, you didn't talk to anyone about it, really. but when you drifted off into the wicked embrace of sleep, you would be plagued by the memories. and well, a confession.

it's not like you were pretending to be dead!! your body had simply given up. it was exhausted from the fighting and the not-dying. so, when you were laid on chopper's bed to be patched up, your body had gone slack. but just because your body had gone slack doesn't mean you weren't awake.

it had been two weeks and you hadn't told the green-haired asshole what you had heard. why? maybe cause you thought he would make the first move. or maybe because you weren't quite sure if he actually said those things or if you hallucinated it to dilute the pain.

eitherways, seemed like things between you and the mosshead were the same as they were before the incident. and you were really starting to consider the hallucination excuse. but then—

"hey." zoro quipped up as he came to stand beside you. it was cloudy today, the grey skies churning in anticipation of a storm. the winds were unkind and the sea was malevolent. beautiful nonetheless.

"oh hey." you turned and gave him a small smile. you shifted from one feet to another, pretending as if you weren't terrified of the route this conversation might take, "whats up?"

"uh—" he looked back for a spilt-second and you saw— from the corner of your eyes— chopper hidden behind a bunch of boxes, giving zoro his best death glare. zoro sighed, "so, uh, this is random, i think? but when we dock on the next island tomorrow morning. do like... do you want to go see some new sword-cleaning equipment with me?"

you shouldn't have laughed. but you did.

"what's funny?!" his eyes widened and his cheeks were dusted pink.

"no-nothing." you heaved, closing your eyes. "that's the best excuse you could come up with? sword cleaning equipment?"

"what do you mean 'excuse'? i need some equipment!"

"zoro." you forced open your eyes, your smile still frozen over your lips, "if you want to go out on a date with me, you should say that okay?"

his ears went red and he looked away. you were sure if the weather was quiet, you could hear his heart picking up the pace. clearing his throat, he finally asked, "who told you? chopper?"

"no, dummy." you reached your hand out, taking his calloused palm in yours. your thumb rubbed familiar patterns on his hand, "you did."

"me?" he snapped to look back at you, "me?"

you just gave him a grin, "this reminds me, i did promise you i'd try making sake flavoured mochi. i never did. but again, you said you'd ask frankie to make us fireworks and we're still firework-less. but hey, i forgive you if you forgive me okay?"

his head could have burst open from the sheer pressure on his brain but you continued, "but eitherways, what i really mean is that if you said i love you." you stepped a bit closer, "i'd say i love you too."

your hand let go of his and you chose to walk away, leaving him dumbfounded. when his senses came to him, he ran upto you, "YOU HEARD THAT ALL?!"

"all of it."

"ugh."

"heh, it was kinda cute."

"i thought you were dying, woman."

"in a way, we all already are."

"have you been hanging out with robin too much? god, kill me."

"god doesn't need to. you're already dying."

"i want to die faster."

you took his hand back in yours and pulled him towards yourself. pecking his cheek, you said, "no. we still have to go on that date. i mean, if you ever actually ask me."

the flustered mess that was rorononoa zoro just sighed. accepting his fate, he asked, "well, do you wanna go on that date or what?"

you snickered, "i'll think about it"

"do you live to annoy me?"

"maybe. but you love meee."

"i might change my mind after this."

but despite his words, his fingers stayed gently intertwined with yours. hey, maybe getting stabbed in the stomach wasn't all that bad? (jk, it was very very bad)

a/n: i love writing stoic men are flustered little guys lmaoo. hopefully y'all like this? i've been writing a lot of fluff/semi-angst lately. i wanna write some nsfw content but im so out of ideas. send reqs if you guys have anything in mind!!

[doodleplus]

genshinified them…i wanted to know what zoro would look like with a vision and it devolved from there (first six are splash wips)

bare-bones details/mechanics of how this au would work under the cut hehe

Luffy is a young adventurer who wants to find all the gnoses (reasons unclear), was mockingly called ‘king of the archons’ as a result, then adopted that as his goal. He meets Zoro in Inazuma, where he was imprisoned under the ruling of the Raiden Shogun, and upon temporarily defeating her, they escape with no destination in mind. Nami decides to hitch a ride with them, promising that she’ll navigate their wave rider to the next place they are trying to go. (And they meet Usopp and Sanji and leaves for her hometown in Fontaine to pay off Arlong etc etc)

It follows the main story from then on, except it’s much more condensed (Teyvat is much smaller than the One Piece world), and there’s much more of a spotlight on how archons (and gnoses) work. Devil Fruits, Haki, Points, and other magical combat abilities are condensed into Visions (for the sake of world placement), though Vision strength levels get introduced to accommodate power levels of characters in One Piece.

Anyhow! I’ve thought of all the strawhats’ countries of origin + element + weapons so I’ll list them here: (since I’ve not gotten super far into the anime it’s not perfect (past Robin it gets hazy for me))

- Luffy

* grew up in Mondstadt, nation of origin Natlan, Khaenri’ah (though he doesn’t know nor care)

* has an anemo vision that he activated by grabbing a hollow vision out of a chest the red-haired pirates had found (matches his eating of the devil fruit in canon)

* catalyst user as he can’t fight with weapons well

- Zoro

* grew up in Inazuma

* has a dendro vision that he gained when he promised to become the world’s greatest swordsman with kuina (who already had a pyro vision)

* sword.

- Nami

* grew up in Fontaine, country of origin Inazuma

* gained her (hydro) vision after Arlong took her away and tried to sell it. when that failed, she refused to use it until she was free from Arlong. However, she doesn’t really know how to control her powers until she fights Ms. Double Finger with a spear specially forged for her.

* polearm user, most specially her clima-tact (as she calls it)

- Usopp

* from Mondstadt, father is from Natlan

* gained his geo vision after meeting Onion, Carrot, and Pepper and creating the Usopp Pirates, and he used it to avoid as much trouble as he could—he still usually uses it defensively

* bow user (obviously)

- Sanji

* grew up in Fontaine, born in Snezhnaya

* gained his (pyro) vision not when he tried cooking as a kid in the palace, not on the Orbit, but on the last day of him and Zeff being stranded on the empty island, starving. Zeff had already had a vision then, and it solidified his choice to take the kid in and teach him cooking

* he fights with his legs. catalyst

- Chopper

* from Snezhnaya

* got his cryo vision when he tried to help an injured member of his reindeer pack, which changed him into more of a humanoid reindeer hybrid, leading to him being ostracized until he met Hiluluk, a doctor

* bow user, to mimic the sniping function of brain point. other points function as his elemental skill and burst

- Robin

* from Snezhnaya, but has been in Sumeru for the last few years

* got her vision as she learned to read Khaenri’ahn, which then made her an outlaw

* catalyst user—her attacks make organic mimics of hands, formed by flowers and vines

- Franky

* grew up in Fontaine, country of origin Mondstadt

* got his (electro) vision when apprenticed to Tom as a shipbuilder

* claymore user because in-story he’d be the only character who would be able to use one comfortably

- Brook

* from Mondstadt

* gained his anemo vision when he was about to die on an island near Fontaine, and somehow it kept him alive, blowing food and causing rain storms constantly to where he was stranded (the strawhats have contemplated whether he has a gnosis on him)

* sword user! with great elemental mastery

- Jinbe

* from Inazuma

* gained his hydro vision almost immediately after seeing the ocean for the first time (he was born as a youkai and lived right next to the ocean so it was rather soon after he was born)

* polearm user, and is partial to tridents

BONUS:

- Ace

* grew up in Mondstadt, countries of origin Natlan, Khaenri’ah

* got his pyro vision when he got shipwrecked and stranded on an island after leaving Mondstadt

* is also a catalyst user

- Vivi

* from the desert portion of Sumeru, though has been traveling around Teyvat in disguise

* got her geo vision after fighting Kohza but doesn’t find it useful at all (she wishes she had a hydro vision and is confused as to why Nami rarely uses hers…irony)

* her assigned weapon is a polearm (the peacock feather whips do not have a direct translation into the game, which is frustrating)

If you read all of this, oh boy (and also thanks!)

[cooperbutter88]

I'm seeing some other people share their mlp one piece designs so I wanna share my own here!!

I made the designs pretty simplistic- I wanted them to look like they could be background ponies inside the actual show of mlp. I also tried to make them look as show-accurate as possible!! I'll talk a bit about them under each picture, but you can just scroll through to see them all.

Starting with Luffy!

A purple earth pony! Also, I made it so all devil fruit users gain swirls on their hooves. His cutiemark is a treasure chest with some meat inside, next to his hat. (Don't... Don't think to hard on the implications of meat in the mlp world 😅)

Pegasus Zoro! Three sword style is so much easier with 6 limbs. His cutiemark is a thought bubble of three swords in the shape of a Z (to signify his constant napping) (Zoro will say it's to signify his name)

Nami is an earth pony, simply because if she was a Pegasus then her weather based attacks wouldn't be too impressive... Her cutiemark is a vine with tangerines attached, though if you look closely you see they aren't fruit, they're berri and a compass

Usopp is a unicorn with an extra long horn. I gave him some deep purple eyes that I think goes well with his coat

His cutiemark is mallet and a sling shot meld together.

Sanji is a unicorn with a slight curve of his horn. His eyes are magenta to reference his heart eyes. His cutiemark is a frying pan with four fish cooking, plus a smoke cloud that starts with a curly line that grows into a heart.

(couldn't get it to download with no background... Lame)

Chopper!!! He's a a reindeer that ate the pony pony fruit. He's smaller than the rest still, but when he transforms he either turns into a large stallion or his usual reindeer look. Also gave him some blue accents to go with his nose.

Robin! I gave her cuffed hooves, because I think it goes well with the cowboy aesthetic of Miss All Sunday

The hooves she makes with her devil fruit don't have her the swirls, but they do have the same cuffed look

Her cutiemark is a book, that also appears to look like a poneglyph (pony glyph?)

Super franky! Another unicorn, though he lost his horn in the train crash. He rebuilt it with metal but it doesn't work the same now. His different coloring represents the parts of his body rebuilt as a cyborg.

His cutiemark is a ship in a sea of cola. The top of the ship is also a hammer. The background sun also looks a bit like the sunny! I imagine he was a late bloomer of his mark, getting it after he recovered from the train accident.

Brook who looks honestly pretty creepy like this! I tried to replicate his goofy skeleton look but it's difficult for a pony... Anyways! I made him a Pegasus that can no longer fly (no feathers...)

His cutiemark is embroidered on his pants, a music note that's also his top hat.

...

There's all the strawhats!! If you're a fan of these designs, I actually have them all (+ another character) available as stickers on my Etsy!

They're three inches big and they stick wonderfully, I've had one on my water bottle for the past two months and it hasnt shown any signs of peeling!!

[pherelesytsia]

Coming Home for Christmas

Pairing: Modern/Thomas Shelby x female/Reader

Summary: Returning home late after a rough day, Thomas arrives in an empty living room and not even the dog greets him.

Warning: Just Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n:. Requests are open!!!

Thomas Shelby Masterlist

The smell of gingerbread, mulled wine sweeter than honey, roasted apples and a hint of cinnamon was lingering in the air and greeted the blue-eyed man into the stone walls he called his home. The fairy lights, a soft yellow hue, illuminated the hallway, and the man placing the shoes next to the door heard hush voices singing a Christmas song.

Reindeer with stately antlers, fluffy scarves and red hats stood on the high and low wooden shelves next to elves with dangling feet in high brownish boots and wide smiles. Snow melted under the warm touch. His hands were tucked in the trouser pockets, and Thomas walked on with an ever-growing smile on his lips.

No barking, no friendly voices greeted him, but Thomas felt her presence in the tranquil house at the end of the world. He peered into every room, hoping she was there, but to his horror, Y/N was not in any of the lavishly decorated rooms connected by the long hallway leading into the living room.

The three nutcrackers in red uniform saluted. The sound of burning wood filled his mind. Dark strands stuck to his forehead. The tip of his nose was shimmering red as his cheeks. The fairy lights were switched off and the only source of light except the dying fire was the moonlight seeping in narrow streams through the curtains, but Thomas saw clearly. The mantelpiece seat, which once held pictures in wooden frames, was decorated with elves, wooden figures, and a small gingerbread house with crooked windows and missing candies. The Christmas tree, decorated with red and burgundy baubles, some of them adorned with trees, presents, bows and various vine-shaped ornaments, stood in the far corner.

Thomas tiptoes around the house, hoping and guessing his wife was resting on the sofa, waiting patiently for his arrival wrapped in a soft blanket in a bed of cushions. The smile faded away. Crumbs were on the plate with golden shimmery appliques. The blanket was warm, and the Shelby knew his wife and children had spent the night on the couch watching clad in ugly Christmas sweaters movies. Her name did not escape his lips. He turned to the table and strolled towards the stairs leading to the first floor, guessing the children were sleeping. He undid the buttons of his coat, took it off and threw it over the chair, loosened the tie and undid the darkish buttons of the waistcoat matching the rest of the well-fitting suit. He rolled up the sleeves until his muscular upper arms stretched the fine material.

At the sight of the richly set plate, a bad feeling spread through his heart. He pressed his lips to a fine line, gasped, cursed like a banshee and wished he could be a wizard and turn back time with the wave of a wand and return in time for dinner, as promised. The fork was stuck in the depths of the dish. Y/N had eaten little, but Thomas knew his wife, knew she had lost her appetite at the sight of the empty place at her side. Swiftly, he followed the stairs, took two steps at a time, and slowed his pace as he passed the closed doors leading into the children's rooms. He leaned to the side, exhaled, heard nothing and did not open the doors adorned with letters shaped into names.

With every step he took towards the bedroom at the end of the long corridor, the voices telling a story grew louder, a fairy tale he knew almost by heart. Thomas could not count on two hands how often he had watched the movie with the children and if he had to watch it again, then he would it without a mobile phone in his hand, would not comment on the wish but enjoy the joy of his children, and would even encourage them to watch it again.

Thomas braced himself. A weak excuse mirroring the others rested on his lips. The two simple words did not escape. His heart and the cares of everyday life melted away, turned to gold touched by flames. His fingers brushed back his hair. Thomas smiled, leaning against the doorframe with a frown. The candle spreading, the scent of apples and cinnamon burned. The sleeping, peaceful, nearly untroubled faces were lit by the dimmed glow of the television. He muffled the chuckle with his hand.

The three of them were all in the same pyjamas, red with presents, green dotted and with cheering elves, and the mother among them was wearing her hair like the daughter in pigtails. The wood moaned under his touch. The children were sleeping peacefully. The dog was snoring. Gasping, Y/N´s eyes shot open, but before she could scream for help and beg for mercy, her heart calmed. Smiling, the young mother huffed and leaned back into the pile of dozens of pillows. The drowsiness was gone. She stretched, and shook her head in disbelief. Y/N freed herself from the strong grip of the children hidden under various blankets, sleeping peacefully, and crawled closer to her husband.

            "I didn't mean to scare you, my love." Thomas breathed.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, the feared Shelby approached the bed, couldn't take his eyes off of the children sleeping with legs and arms outstretched and he wouldn't be surprised if Y/N asked him to massage her aching back the next morning.

            "I called you. I was worried about you." Y/N whispered.

She didn't want it to sound like an accusation, but it was.

            "I'm sorry, my love. My phone ran out of battery, I couldn't charge it and there was traffic. I was stuck downtown for at least an hour. I didn't forget and I'm sorry, I should have left earlier." he spoke low.

Thomas settled on the edge of the bed, exhaled and leaned forward, reaching for her hand adorned with a ring mirroring his.

            "Tomorrow, I will make it up to you, to all of you. I have a day off. And I've left my work phone in the car, it'll be there all day.", "I'm sure the kids will be happy and I doubt you'll find a place here." Y/N joked, pointing at the children taking up more and more space.

Thomas laughed, a wry grin spreading across his lips.

            "I thought.", "That I would be mad? I am yet I know you are working so hard for your family.” she started.

Exhaling, she settled in front of her husband, clasped his hands and smiled.

            "I would be lying if I said that I am not upset and the children are not disappointed. We were waiting for you. We couldn't reach your brothers. I nearly called the police and the hospital." Y/N gulped.

Fear spread in his gaze and before he could pronounce another apology, she silenced him.

            "You are an adult, but we should have rules. Maybe you can come home around seven. The children go to bed around eight during the week. They would at least see you for one hour in the evening. Perhaps we could take the children to school and kindergarten in the morning and have breakfast on some days, once or twice a week. At the weekend, you could cut down on work." Y/N murmured, not frightened.

He smiled weakly, nodded, knew she was right.

            "Will you at least think about it?" she asked. "I don't demand an answer today, nor tomorrow, or in the next few hours. It would do the children, you and our marriage good." Y/N added briefly.

Her fingers brushed over his skin, saw in his eyes that he was thinking about what she had said.

            "I will think about it and I will try to come home on time and take the children to the schools with you twice a week.", "I'm looking forward to it, and the children will be surprised to see you seated at the table tomorrow," she spoke.

Closing her eyes, Y/N leaned into his touch as his thumb danced over her cheek.

            "Are you tired?" he breathed into her ear, and Y/N answered with a shake of her head.

            "I fell asleep before the children." she added.

She brushed the traces of the thawed snow away.

            "We haven't seen each other all week. I could order us a pizza and wine; we could sleep on the sofa and watch a movie like in the good old days and tomorrow I'll surprise you and the kids with breakfast." Thomas asked.

No answer escaped. Clasping her hand, Thomas helped his Y/N to climb out of bed. He embraced her, cradled his wife against his chest and guided her quietly out of the master bedroom, closed the door, breathed a sweet kiss on her cheek and whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

[alastor-simp-page]

The Soulmate Curse: Chapter 6

Hi! I'm back! A little nudge and here I am!

We get to see each relationship take a step towards you know...soulmates! There's a lot of physical/emotional hurt to go around this chapter so buckle up, folks!

I'm sorry but I really love Cherri x Vaggie. They're so cute together! I love their chemistry even if it'll never happen in the show. They look so damn good together!

Niffty is so feral for Lucifer this chapter its unbelievably. I know its a crack ship for the sake of my entertainment but I love it anyways!

I also got some Huskerdust in there! AHAHAHA! THEY'RE SO CUTE!

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“What the hell is this piece of shit?” Cherri Bomb remarked as the Deadly Narwhals stared up at the monstrosity of a structure in the Raunchy Reindeers base. She squinted at it and put her hands on her hips, “I’m pretty sure this is illegal…the Hell zoning board is gonna have a field day if this stays up for too long.” 

Vaggie let out a laugh, “Well, I would think it's illegal even in the game but apparently not. Charlie would’ve said something…” The pair crouched in the tree line, vines swaying overhead. A glint was in Cherri Bomb’s eye. Vaggie gave her a nervous smile, “Well, we’ve got to come up with a plan–”

“Nah!” The pink haired demon effortlessly linked hands with Vaggie. The ex-angel’s eye went wide, and she stumbled after Cherri. “Let’s just go for it, Vaggie!” she chirped. 

“Cherri! Wait!” Vaggie eye went wide. Oh God, what the hell were they doing. Cherri seamlessly pulled a bomb out of her pocket. How did it even fit in there? “Hey, hey…uh, Cherri!” Vaggie tugged on her hand that seemed to fit so well in her own. “This doesn’t seem safe! Let’s go back.” She squeaked. Vaggie’s acute angel sense zoned in on a blur of black at the far side of the field. Actually, multiple blurs of black. DAMN IT! She jabbed a finger to the shadows across the field, staring at them, “Shit. Shit. Shit. Those are Alastor’s minions. Cherri, goddamn it, they’ll be here any minute!”

“Let them come…” Cherri said and then giggled, still holding onto Vaggie as they pranced across the field. Vaggie rolled her eyes. Cherri might actually be worse than Angel Dust. Just so irritating, spontaneous and just…Cherri. “Can you pick up the pace, Vag?” Cherri teased, turning her eye to the red faced Vaggie. The double doors were within sight, at least twenty steps away. And shit, the Alastor’s shadows were about forty steps away. 

Vaggie huffed, “We wouldn’t have to run if we had planned it out!” The shadows were thirty steps away. Shit. Shit. Shit. Cherri had been a delight until this point. “We’re not gonna make it, Cherri!” The door was so close. So close. But the shadows were much closer than either of them would like.

Oh God, did Charlie set ground rules about the shadows? Like of course, the no maiming rules. However, Alastor wasn’t exactly the best rule follower. Vaggie’s eyes darted to Cherri Bomb. They were running but they would never be fast enough. 

“Hold on!” Cherri Bomb shouted. With her other hand, she fumbled with a bomb. Vaggie’s hand was warm, warmer than usual against Cherri Bomb’s soft pink skin. Cherri flashed Vaggie a snide smirk of hers before she let the bomb soar. There was a Boom and then pink smoke coiled around them.

“Shit. Now we can’t see!” Vaggie sighed, trying to wave her hand through the thick curling smoke. A scream, Cherri’s scream rang out beside her. Vaggie was yanked forward, yelling as they tumbled. 

“FUCK! IT'S GOT ME!” Cherri Bomb yelled. A maniacal cackle rang out through the clearing. Those blasted shadow henchmen. Claw latched around her leg trying to pull her down to the ground. Digging hard, terribly hard, sharp teeth would be next if she didn’t do a damn thing.

“GET OFF!” Vaggie shouted to the relentless shadows. The pink smoke was not helping things at all. The little black beady eyes could be seen through the veil of smoke. She twisted her leg, shaking as hard as she could until she heard the devilish squeal, and the beast lost its grip.

Damn, Alastor. That little deer demon wanted her to suffer through this. Today was not the day she was going to be put in Capture the Flag jail. If the two were thrown in, then it would be the last straw for the Deadly Narwhals. Alastor stupid smile gleamed at her from the smoke, a shadow always watching. And that stupid patronizing radio voice. She swore she could hear his static crackling from the depths of the veil. Her hands clenched up, her grip tight on Cherri Bomb’s hand. 

Vaggie did the only thing she could do. She sucked in a breath. Time to woman up, Vaggie. Her single eye closed as she willed her blessing and her bane to reveal itself. The fluttery feathery things called angel wings unfurled from her back, delicate and fierce things forged by Heaven itself. 

The duo was surrounded by Alastor’s loathsome minions. A heavy pink smoke veiled the area thanks to Cherri. And a distressed Cherri Bomb clung to her hand. 

Vaggie turned ever so slightly, “Do you trust me?”

Cherri Bomb’s eye blinked in the pink and she said, “Uh…why?”

Vaggie rolled her eyes and smirked, “No time to explain. You’re gonna have to.” she hollered. “Hold on, buttercup,” Vaggie’s hands snaked around the pink demon’s waist. 

“Wait what? AAAHHHH FUCK WHAT IS HAPPENING!” Cherri Bomb yell turned into a scream as Vaggie’s wings propelled them upwards. Vaggie seamlessly tucked Cherri Bomb against her body, hands looped under the pinkish knees. One of Alastor’s shadow minions clung onto Cherri Bomb, grinning like a maniac. 

The wind whistled in her ear, a scream rivaling Cherri’s. Claws sunk deep into Vaggie’s shin, she hissed and her gaze dove down to the source. Somehow that little shadow fucker was holding on for dear life. Its teeth eerily reminded her of the Radio Demon’s: yellow, stark, and sharp. The shadow grinned at her. 

“Don’t you dare, you little creep,” Vaggie gritted out. She started kicking her leg, trying to shake the damned thing off. It was tenacious, digging in even deeper. 

“Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck….” Cherri Bomb kept whispering into Vaggie’s shoulder.  For a moment, a mere moment, she could acutely feel the woman’s body against her own. Warmth. A body fitting just right in her arms…a puzzle piece needing to complete her. Fuck. Vaggie shook her head. Thinking like that would get her nowhere. 

But she was so warm. 

Something warm, slick trickled down her shin. Something she knew well. A feeling on her grey skin that was a lover’s phantom touch. Her gaze drifted downwards. Pain shot up her leg, little needle pricks of teeth burrowed in her skin. She screamed. So much for the “no maiming”. It was still grinning despite having its teeth inches deep into her leg, gold blood dribbling down her leg. 

In the red blur, a pink hand reached out, tearing the shadow minion from her leg. Vaggie screeched, her knees buckling. She wouldn’t be able to fly for much longer. The little beast squirmed in the grip of the pink hand and another hand shoved a beautiful pink bomb down its gullet. Her eyes drifted to the woman in her arms, eye narrowed in pure fury, a vicious smirk on her face. “Eat my dick, fuckhead,” Cherri Bomb hissed.

Vaggie smiled. And red streaked across her vision. She gasped. Shit. The wound was gaping, spilling forth with her blood. The red sky was raining gold and this joke of an angel was cradling an explosive obsessed demon. How strange. “Vaggie…”

“I want to kiss you.”

Two figures stood in the large abomination deer castle as Lucifer would like to call it. His fingers were thumbing through the drawers of some random bedroom in search of the Flag. Lucifer blinked once then twice. The voice had come from above. His eyes slowly drifted up until he saw one large orange cyclops eye ogling him from over the brim of his hat. “GAHHHH!” he screeched. In one swift motion, he ripped his hat off his hat and threw it like a frisbee across the oddly vintage room. “What did you just say to me???” he stumbled over his words.

Niffty still clung to the hat, cradling it and she stared up at it. “Ooooh…” she giggled. Her eyes flicking up and down his figure. Lucifer gulped. The gaze was quite similar to the first time he approached Eve with a glistening apple in his palm. It seemed he was the apple to this crazed maid, unfortunately. The King ran his fingers through his blonde hair nervously. “I wonder what it's like to fist my fingers in those blonde locks of yours, my bad boy…” she simpered, clutching her mighty hand into a fist.

Lucifer squeaked, “Eep.” He hopped on a plush chair as she crept towards him on all fours. “Uhhhh, Niffty, we’re trying to win.” Lucifer pointed a shaky finger towards the window. “Sir Quackelewaddledon is awaiting our signal. He’s plundering the other bases and we…well, we got to prepare.”

[just-an-emily-existing]

🌳The Flowers of the Earth🌳

🌳Facts and Silly Things🌳

The Earth Engines are one of the most powerful engines, seeing as they can control the entire world around them.

The Earth is commonly seen as a feminine figure, the great mother; nourishment, fertility, infinite creativity, and/or longevity, and while some of the male engines may not be so feminine, they all take great honor in being connected with the planet that gives them all life, and they enjoy every day like it’s their last.

The Earth’s life-forms come in all different shapes, sizes and personalities, just like the engines that carry this great power.

They usually stay on the ground during battle and are excellent in defence and offence.

Like the earth, they can be quite unpredictable in battle and put up a good fight.

These engines are very much in line to their chakras and souls and use many herbs, plants, flowers, and the ground itself to meditate when things get stressful or they feel out of line with themselves.

Their powers will usually take control during meditation and when they do, the flowers on their heads will bloom, allowing plants and vines grow all over their body, and lots and lots of pollen will be created, so if you have allergies, it’s best to stay away from them during their meditation time XD.

If their meditation is interrupted, the plants will remove the intruder (sometimes aggressively) and resume the meditation.

Once it’s over, the plants will retreat back into the flower on their heads and the engines will feel refreshed, like they just had a great nap!

Their also amazing gardeners, and pretty good cooks and bakers.

This is a long shot that I’m adding to my au, but once the engines choose their element, they gain animalistic attributes of mammals that are native to their respective element. So Earth engines will have woodland animals like deer, sheep, mouse, rat, bear, reindeer, ect.

They are the first on the Divine Element's Wheel

They all have swords for a weapon, they do look different but it will always be a sword.

🌳Now onto their Prowess (Abilities)!🌳

Making plants, grass, trees, ect grow to use their herbs, petals, spices for cooking, medicine, ect.

Lifting any piece of Earth from the ground, like chunks of earth, sand, grass, plants, trees, ect.

Manipulating the world around them physically.

Summon their weapon from their flower crown.

Summon any plant and piece of ground from their fingertips.

Terraportation: Teleporting oneself by sliping into the ground (Think of Flowey exiting into the ground)

Baking wonderful treats and cooking great food! (Except Thomas, never let this man cook…)

Are pretty resilient to harsh weather conditions.

Literal Disney Princess'. They can befriend any animal and understand them.

They’re excellent healers, and can heal any wound, internal or external. But not mental wounds, sorry.

🌳What sets them apart from the other Elements?🌳

Aside from their earthly abilities, they all have a flower wrap-around earring, and each engine gets a different flower. Each flower has a special meaning that represent the engine and their personality. For example, Thomas has a hot pink Hyacinth which represents “Playful Joy” which definitely describes Thomas, being his cheeky self lol. Or like Paxton has Sunflowers which usually mean happiness and youthful bliss. They also have swords as their weapon. Each element will have their own weapon.

🌳Stained Glass🌳

🌳Sword: Earth's Signature Weapon🌳

🌳Tapestry🌳

🌳Roller Skate Mechanics🌳

🌳Sigil of The Earth🌳

[lucithekingofhell]

Okay! Really quick one!

How was y'all's day? How is your giant reindeer doing? And Charlie and her hotel?

Mine was good I've just been drawing stuff for some OCs I made. Struggling with one of them because of course, I decided they were gonna have VINES for hair!

But otherwise very good! I'm very glad that I had a three-day weekend! It gave me plenty of time to recover from whatever I seemed to have caught on… I think it was Thursday? I'm not sure.

Well here is the Joke of the Day Your Highness!

What’s it like to be kissed by a vampire?

It’s a pain in the neck.🤣

Well have a lovely night you two! Sleep well!

"hello! We've all been great, OC's? But a 3 day weekend is very good! Also is that joke headed towards Al/ @ask-alastor-anything in any way?"

[draconic-absurdism]

Here's a rundown of Pyrexia, my taur & sphinx world: There are basic taurs based on moose & reindeer, seals, wolves, bears, corvids, and more unique aquatic taurs (known as ittarryx). But i wanted ONE of these taurs to be very evolutionarily weird, so I invented sphinxoids, cat taurs & multi-taurs who can shapeshift into specialized upright and quad forms, for socializing and hunting respectively. There's no magic involved, their shapeshifting is entirely biological in nature.

They're nomadic because they need to eat A TON OF FOOD in order to keep up the energy to be able to shapeshift. If packs stayed in one place, theyd quickly eat EVERYTHING in the area, thus they must keep moving. Packs are usually 50-100 individuals, and theyre adept at using local materials to set up temporary villages, and then take them down before moving on. I'm thinking of designing taur-friendly backpacks and wagons they carry stuff in. They leave behind art & stories carved in stones for others to find.

More details under the cut!

Other traits: -Their fur, especially the mane, is filled with an alien equivalent to chlorophyll, so in addition to large amounts of food, direct sunlight helps them maintain energy. Their fur has more of a smooth texture, and their manes can feel like soft pine needles, leaves, vines, or plant stems, and can grow flowers and edible berries in the warm season. -3 nostrils, very wide noses, and large lungs help with bloodflow & endurance. -Front-facing but wide-set eyes, so they can see other creatures coming in the open plains from very far away. -No whiskers, as they arent really necessary in the open environments of Pyrexia! Their faces are often oval, flat, or heart-shaped, and their muzzles are very wrinkled and bumpy where whiskers would be on a regular cat, which helps exaggerate facial expressions. -Dotted sensory organs along their foreheads that detect pressure changes in the atmosphere- effectively predicting weather changes which is incredibly important in the open plains in tornado season. -Thick, leathery paw pads with 6 fingers (except for the back feet, which have 5) are somewhat heat resistent, making treks across deserts more bearable. These large paws are also equipped for wading across the very shallow seas of Pyrexia.

[spawnofdeath]

Item: A Carving Knife

Item found in the broken remains of a small pine wood chest in the ruins of the apparent former palace.

Item is a short woodcarving knife with an iron blade and a handle made of red deer antler, featuring a decorative carving of a stag head just below the finger guard.

Outline of the head is inlaid with copper, antlers and eyes are inlaid with black enamel. Further carvings on the handle show flowering vines, as well as flames, both inlaid with copper.

Blade sits in a sheath made of cedar wood. Sheath features carvings similar to those on the hilt.

An inscription on the sheath reads: "For my favourite twin".

Neither the knife nor the sheath appear to have sustained any notable damage in the building's collapse.

Thoughts and theories:

Notable similarities in decoration to the quiver. Perhaps gifted both to the same person by different siblings? Or gifted by the same person to different siblings?

Stag motives again. Probably a red deer in this case. Vines and flames. The quiver had winter motives, are these meant to represent summer?

Stag motives seem related to the royal family. Red deer and reindeer. By now, I think they're very likely to be of religious significance.

[darlingpassion]

Merry Christmas! ^^ I'm hoping you're asleep now so you see this when you wake up- but if not Merry Early Christmas! XD

Obviously you deserve F/O imagines too ^^ This year has been a big one, getting your license and a car and everything, and I'm so proud of you! Merry Christmas ^^

~

Imagine spending a cosy Christmas with Tiffany in her trailer <3 You two sit down in front of a little portable heater and a little satellite TV and watch Its a Wonderful Life on free-to-air, your thick-tights-covered legs tangled up together escaping the cold. She makes hot chocolates (with some coffee in them. I remember you like coffee? Forget it if I'm wrong XD) absolutely heaping with fluffy mini marshmallows (And whipped cream, which she brings with her to the TV ^^ 'Splurged for us and got the good, thick stuff! Cuz ya deserve it, sweetface! Merry Christmas, babydoll') and you order in pizza or Chinese food! Its not a traditional Christmas but its you two, and warm feelings, and absolutely no Chucky XD

Imagine spending your first Christmas away from your family, on Captain Silver's ship with your mate, Scroop. You're feeling a little forlorn, missing seeing your grandparents during the season, and he doesn't get it (They don't have such festivities where he comes from- nor such attachments to blood relatives. Just mates.), he might even tease you a little-- BUT, when he learns about the mistletoe tradition he's suddenly very interested~ XD 'So any time that you step under this weed, we have to kiss?~ Hmmmm... '

Imagine spending a fun Christmas in Pleasant Valley with Harper. They have a whole festival for Christmas, and you and him help decorate together. He holds the ladder carefully while you climb up to decorate their giant tree in the centre of town and holds you hand when you're getting down like a gentleman. He lets you set a santa hat on his head (He doesn't quite understand the significance but he sure thinks you're cute), his hands on your waist and a handsome bemused smirk on his face, and keeps it on. He brings your gloves and keeps them in his back pocket until you need them whenever you forget. He uses tinsel to wrap around you waist and draw you closer to him... 'Now Miss Sarah, when're you gonna pay some attention to me, and not that dang tree, huh?... bet they can handle the rest a' this without us, right?'

Imagine spending a quiet Christmas in the store alone with Audrey II. You're humming your favourite Christmas song and putting up some pretty lights while nibbling on christmas cookies (Shortbread with dusted sugar, gingersnaps, sugar cookies with red and green frosting- whatever you like best ^^) and they're watching you with the most rivited, pleased smirk on their big grotesque plant-face. Like this adorable lil bud is all mine!??- hell yes. How'd a shrub like me get so damn lucky? Eventually they have to disturb the peace and wrap a vine around you, guiding you towards his pot and telling you how goddamn cute you are. How sweet. How delicious. How perfect. He's gonna make your christmas the best you ever had- but first he's gonna need to kiss ya on that pretty face ^^

Imagine spending your Christmas asleep in your bed by 6.30, eager to spend it with your rockabilly babe. He's waiting for you, high off the christmas buzz (And his version of eggnog. And the fact that you're here now. And he's own constant buzz), reindeer antler headband on his head and humming a Christmas carol (You can tell he's been rocking out to carols all day long). He immediately catches you and, starting to sing out the lyrics to Baby Its Cold Outside in his own rock & roll style, dances with you a little- dipping you at the end. Of course he had to serenade you, singing to you possibly one of the creepiest Christmas love songs, but it makes you laugh and thats all he was lookin for (; Throughout the rest of the night you get caught by the mistletoe in his pocket multiple times (Your lips start to feel tingly but you're not complaining XD) and drink eggnog you can taste clear as day on his tongue.

Again- Merry Christmas! I hope you have a wonderful relaxing time! ^^

RAHHHHHH I got too obsessed with the Killer Patrol AU last night I completely forgot to answer these!!!

AND I AM STILL DYING OVER THEM!!!

BRO I STILL CAN'T PROPERLY TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE THESE!!!

Harper calling me by name, I gotta say, was what got to me the most XD like- watching my F/O's obsessively is one thing. Thinking about interacting with them is one thing. But them saying my n a m e??? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm internally screaming just thinking about it!!! And Harper wrapping tinsel around me?? Pulling me close?? Needing my attention?? wwsdggdfghtdrer7hewwshjhgrwdgyedftrdd4!!!!

And- And Tiffany calling me Babydoll??? AUDREY pulling me close and calling me delicious!?!? SCROOP WANTING KISSES!?!? PARTYING WITH RUSS!?!!? OH MY GODDDDDD!!!!!!!!

God I wish I could snuggke this prompts and hold them to my heart!! Thank you so much for this Christmas gift! ❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜

[ariannafraserwrites]

From the genius brain of @dangertoozmanykids101 - the stories behind the Holiday Rom-Com Title Generator.

I posted the Holiday Rom-Com Generator to celebrate the release of Taming the Beast - A Romantic Christmas Disaster and my fam, @dangertoozmanykids101 took it a step further. SO MANY steps further. This woman is genius. Her brain goes where no other brain dares to go. Have a look and if you're lucky, she'll write your story too!

From the comments on the post...

@dangertoozmanykids101 A Season of Joy

dangertoozmanykids101

Hey @spectre-posts Now I would bet that some Don Juan might argue that our dearest friend Joy is always in season. She may be flattered by such a grand compliment. Or she may find it a bit aggressive and presumptuous.

dangertoozmanykids101

OR @spectre-posts in an ABO universe our sweet Joy may be truly elated with anticipation as she is finally presented to the world. Long long past puberty and now fully matured into adulthood, her current state finds her in the beginning stages- the blossoming of her true nature. Whatever that might be, this is truly The Season of Joy.

dangertoozmanykids101

@iamthejeanette OHHHH!!! The Spirit of Mistletoe!!! Wouldn't this be an amazing paranormal xmas story??? Every time our heroine happens to step through a doorway or passage, archway, Mistletoe is hanging above, and yet curiously no one ever remembers hanging it there. It must be a prank of some sort, right? But an entire garland pf mistletoe has found a way to frame the entrance the Lee Way Tunnel in the Bicentennial Park downtown - a walking tunnel that connects...

dangertoozmanykids101

.... that connects the north end of the park with the South side so that walkers and joggers and bike riders, roller bladers, stroller runners can all avoid the throughway and its rush hour business traffic that dissects the park in two. Mistletoe appearing there seems to like a paranoid delusional coincidence to possibly consider that it has anything to do with our heroine, until the exact same man very politely with irresistible charms stops her mid step under the...

dangertoozmanykids101

... Under the presumptuously suggestive vine that seems to be growing more similar to a weed than a cherished holiday novelty decoration. But this same man appears out of the blue, repeatedly stops her directly under a simple mistletoe bouquet, politely requests her permission to kiss her, as is the holiday tradition. And traditions as enjoyable and harmless as a simple kiss must never be ignored. Quite right.

dangertoozmanykids101

Ohhh @tilltheendwilliwrite Yes! Yes! I bet you could work with that!! Oooo, imagine a Comedy of errors!! Everywhere they go, somehow the entire area loses power. Cursed to forever be a clutz or or just an electrical jinx. Ooo, like the witch finder general's great great great great great grandson in Good Omens! Remember how he destroyed every computer he touched? Lol Or an 8 day hike cross country skiing through the wilderness!!! Oooo! Doesn't that sound romantic???

dangertoozmanykids101

Oooo, or my favorite trope of all - stranded together during a blizzard WITH ONLY ONE BED!! With no light pollution, and only the starlight reflected off the bright white snow. How long will they possibly be stuck there? Eight nights possibly??? LOL

dangertoozmanykids101

Ohhhh @sultry-rachael snow globes send my brain into overdrive!!! Can you imagjne the 8 nights - kinda like an escape room, each Snow globe is a puzzle from one Holiday wonderland to the next. Ohhhh, imagine the comedy having to fend off elves and reindeer even shepherds in a surreal nativity scene themed snow globe. And they're all trying to prevent you from progressing to the next globe. A bottomless pit of snow - do you escape a sink hole of snow the same way ....

dangertoozmanykids101

.... the same way one escapes quicksand??? A maze of evergreen trees. Animatronic hugging snowmen? Jack Frost nipping at your nose (and anything else that pervert can get his mouth on. )

dangertoozmanykids101

And the eighth globe finally brings you to Santa's lap!! Horray!! Now have you been naughty or nice, he'll ask.

dangertoozmanykids101

@americasass81 wait... What was yours???

dangertoozmanykids101

SQUEAL!!! @notpedeka !!! A Fete of Banter!! Ohhhh, imagine the quintessential enemies to lovers!!! Guess who insists upon escorting you through the entire Winter Festival in Town Square this year. None other than your political rival on the city council. His endless chatter leaves you exhausted, enraged, and an acute case of TMJ inflammation, aka LOCKJAW!

dangertoozmanykids101

The past two months, every minor decision has become a huge micromanaged issue requiring heated debate. And the councilman inciting the ceaseless drivel is the same antagonist who you are now somehow obligated to spend the entire festival night with as though it were some sort of date. The entire night, you're clenching your jaw and grinding your teeth, yet completely failing to hold your tongue - WHICH , though you regret to admit, as aggravated your jaw....

dangertoozmanykids101

....aggravated your jaw to the point that you can barely open it large enough to slide a straw between your teeth. I'm picturing every carnival activity creating a whole new stupid spat between the two. Doesn't that sound like fun???

dangertoozmanykids101

Ohhhh @nildespirandum Only one night of snow globes??? Thank god!!! Because one night is all your heroine can handle! This is a big big deal - a huge honor - or so the big boss told you. Why you were singled out for this task, you have no clue. Honestly you would rather not dwell too much on that question. But tonight was the big night and you assure the big guy that you will NOT let him down. YOU had been chosen to watch his snow globe collection tonight.

dangertoozmanykids101

That's right. YOU - you are very talented and highly educated, some even say gifted, and of course your mother always knew you were special. And now YOU have the highly coveted position to babysit a room full of snow globes. Yep. A grid of pedestals each topped with a glass sphere filled with glitter or white confetti, and cozy little houses covered in snow or tiny itty bitty dolls doing all types of mundane tasks - a man surprising a woman at the door w/ a Xmas tree

dangertoozmanykids101

Kids building a snowman. An old man shoveling the driveway while a family's car is stuck in a snow bank down the Street. You see the kids running down the street straight to Grandpa's house. A couple cats sitting in a window watching the birds at the bird feeder, kicking seed all over the fresh white snow. Wait.... How many cats are in that window??? Your Job tonight is to watch over the globes. Like a security guard locked inside the vault with the money....

dangertoozmanykids101

Except you're also expected to clean each one - no dust, no finger prints. This is ridiculous! How the hell are you supposed to even maneuver through this room? Did I mention the pedestals were set up like a grid? Trying to navigate through a minefield would be easier than walking through this room to merely access the coffee pot in the back corner of the room. Mew. Mew And NOW you're fucking hearing things!!!

dangertoozmanykids101

How many cats were in that first snow globe? You could swear that a third cat had been in the window just a moment ago. And now that you look more closely, there are kitty footprints leading out from the front door with its little pet door flap. WTF? Those footprints weren't there last time you looked.

dangertoozmanykids101

Mew. There it was again. Your ears had to be tricking you. Mew. And up jumps a cat onto the folding table in the back of the room. Knocking over an empty mug and scattering sugar packets all over the table and gloor.

dangertoozmanykids101

Floor.

dangertoozmanykids101

On your way to collect the strange cat on the coffee table, another cat rubs up against your leg. Startled - you flinch and bump a snow globe to your left. Oh shit! You catch it and steady it back onto its pedestal. But just for a moment everything was still, until it all began to thrum

dangertoozmanykids101

And snow starts to fall INSIDE the room.

dangertoozmanykids101

Oh @ariannafraserwrites @caffiend-queen . Such a hardworking talented writer, burning the candle at both ends this holiday. You've even been falling asleep at your type writer most nights recently. But after a particularly late night wracking your brain to get past a writers block, you had almost fallen out of your chair even - finally deciding to drag your sorry ass off to bed in defeat. Lo' and behold, the next morning a Short Little Story had been typed up.

dangertoozmanykids101

And a brand new little pair of shoes. On the table next to it. LOL. Maybe the cobbler hadn't thanked his little elves sincerely enough.

americasass81

@dangertoozmanykids101 Mine is Eight Nights of Cocoa

dangertoozmanykids101

Oooo! @americasass81 I've got it!!! On this fancy dancy 10 day cruise ... with destination desserts, a ChocoCruise or travel the world of chocolates!

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Of course a world famous Chocolatier will be serving many of his signature dishes that you had only heard of on the food channel and in foodie magazines. Would he truly be just as charming in person as he appears to be in the public eye? WELL OF COURSE HE WAS!! He easily charmed the pants right off of you. And then made a chocolate mold of YOUR ASS!!! Now was that before or after he gave it a good HARD bite??? As well as a firm spanking. You might even need to cancel...

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... cancel our slot in the shuffle board tournament. You won't be sitting for a few days, let alone moving anywhere more graceful than waddle. Toward the end of the cruise, heading back to the port you boarded on, your beloved Chocolatier unveils his newest masterpiece, siting a few specific artists who had inspired him, as well as several beautiful Passengers who agreed to participate and model for him. And wouldn't you know; there in the middle of this chocolate

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In the middle of this large chocolate sculpture, sat a perfect replicata of your butt. From the curve where your glutes meet your thighs all the way up to the dimples above your tailbone. The added tiara resting on one cheek seems a bit overkill, but you are still oddly honored and flattered.. until you register that there are other chocolate body parts obviously molded from a real woman. From a real body. Her LIVE body. But he's sooo charming-how could you blame anyone

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You found him irresistible. You let him pour hot molten chocolate over your bare ass while you lay in a marble table lined with wax paper. Looks like someone had Choco poured over their legs and feet. Several chocolate hands and feet gracefully peppered the statue of holding strawberries, oranges, slices of pineapple. Of course someone modeled their bare breasts - definitely much larger breasts than yours. Another modeled her neck and chin. You could just imagine...

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.... you could just imagine the purr of his voice as he guided her to Lean back, stretch her neck farther, farther, lift your chin a bit more. Very good. Just as smoothly as he convinced you to arch your back more, my dear. A little bit more. Spread your knees a bit wider. Yes, do you feel it now, hot and so smooth dripping down your most intimidate place. How does that feel, darling?

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Broken from your thoughts after tuning out all the flashes and shouting journalists and fans, the glamorous chocolatier announces, "Before we take anymore questions, please let us introduce the beautiful goddesses who gifted me with their presence and let me borrow their bodies to create this piece of work. Please please, ladies,

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Please please ladies, come on up here to me. You know who you are. If you don't come up, then we'll have to come to you.

[anika-thestollsister]

ladybug: holy fuck i lost the deer miraculous chat noir: LADYBUG chat noir: YOU ALMOST MADE ME DROP MY CROISSANT ladybug: who taught you vine chat noir: bold of you to assume i didn't see all those chickens in the first place. ladybug: you make no sense sometimes you know that chat noir: hey ladybug you know how the reindeer population is going extinct right ladybug: no? chat noir, not listening: SO WHAT IF SANTA IS A SUPERHERO ladybug: WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT FROM chat noir: oMG LIKE. HE NEEDS REINDEERS RIGHT SINCE THEY ALL DIED. SO LIKE. WHAT IF HE TOOK THE MIRACULOUS ladybug: i don't think it works like that- chat noir: AND THEN. HE CAN DROP GIFTS OFF TO PEOPLE RIGHT. SO HE CAN DROP A BOMB ON HAWK MOTH'S HOUSE chat noir: BECAUSE HE HAS THE POWER TO SEE A PERSON'S IDENTITY LIKE WHETHER THEY'RE NAUGHTY OR NICE ladybug: girlie. ladybug: did ur daddy not tell you that santa's not- chat noir: when has my father ever told me anything ladybug: when has a normal person called their dad a father chat noir: when have i been normal ladybug: you're right. chat noir: YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO AGREE???

plagg, talking to tikki later: ok but literally if that boy had that much deductive reasoning when it came to figuring out ladybug's identity...

[the-white-soul]

*Flowey pales and hesitates for a moment. Humanity really is horrible, just like Chara said. But for humans, it's the same idea against monsters. At this rate they might as well start another war. If Flowey crushes Clover now and takes their soul he could kill them all. He could fight back to make up for when he didn't before. Or will he make the same mistake and let himself die and so many others? Which is right? Flowey laughs desperately, not knowing what to do. kill or be killed. His vines tighten around Clover.*

Some soul of JUSTICE you are! You're just trying to make an excuse to lash out at anyone. You know the real reason I'm fighting back. Sickos like you deserve- *Flowey shakes his head and speaks louder for everyone else* You're all blind, stupid sheep! Do you know why I'm doing this? This idiot you're following wanted to kill all monsters even before now because one monster acted out! You think I'm going to sit there and let everyone take it? I want to stop that from happening!

And believe it or not there is a human who I'm trying to protect as well. So excuse me if I want to cut out the real evil!

(Clover shoos away everyone) " Hey you might be right about people being sheep. But just think about it for a second. I am justice in the same way killing a mosquito is. Do you think that monsters and humans can be friends. HAH, you do know who you're talking to right. I've seen every single possible ending to my story and justice dies in all of the quote and quote 'good ones.' I hate you but in the end you're just an itch I could scratch off like everyone else. No one cares about a flower. I ask you how many Undertale ending do you get a happy ending hm? When you're not just a flower at the end. Character development this real evil that, you want to know real evil. Me just allowing this war to go the way it will. If I kill all of the monsters at once they won't feel any pain. There's no other..."

(Muerte) "Maybe the flower is right."

(Clover) "How did you get here."

(Muerte) "I heard screeming and so did these two you were talking to."

(Kara) "Get the fuck away from my friend."

(Clover) "Or what? You'll kill me?"

(Kara) "No. But some things don't require killing. A lesson I'd wish you would learn."

(Noelle) "I killed so many people, and where did it lead me. Isolation for months borderline years. Killing is sometimes necesary I've learned that, but when you look at it... you see how you might hurt someone close. You lose sight that the people you're protecting are the people that you are killing. Most of all *Noelle hold Kara's hand* you lose sight on what's really important."

(Muerte) "Do you wish for me to bring the humans and end this right now?"

(Clover) "No, all I have to deal with is a flower a kid who doesn't know they're a kid, and a reindeer. Nothing I haven't dealt with before."