#THE SNOW SWIRLIES

[midoristeashop]

EMMMAAAAAAA A

Whatever dread Hiccup was harboring inside him vanished. Snow gathered at the edges of his vision as he leaned in to kiss Jack goodbye. He was in love — he was loved. He wanted to ask Jack if he could come with him this time. The fierce desire to step over the threshold of Berk with both Toothless and Jack by his side reared its head, but he swallowed it for now, content with the chilly pressure of Jack’s forehead against his. He was in love, he was loved, and he was struck with a deep certainty that he would do anything to keep that love in his life. He shivered from the gentle sensation of Jack’s claws tracing his cheekbone. He’d keep this. As long as Jack loved him. He’d keep this.

It’s not the exact anniversary, but last April I posted the first WWH drawing which led to me meeting the some of the loveliest people, making a genuine friendship, and rapidly developing my artistic style and writing voice. It’s so bizarre to think this crack crossover ship would mean so much to me in the last year but it did. What is in the water here. Anyway. Thank you for engaging with my work, it means the world!

[llama-aesthetics]

Twirly Figure Eight ⛸️

Sewn Date: February 1 (Aquarius ♒)

Sewn From: Figure Skater's Costume

Figure Eight Day

Sister: Swirly Figure Eight

[zorionbbq]

my piece for BETWEEN HEISTS: A Lupin III Fan Collection!! :^]]

[onegianthotmess]

Meet Velvette Shoenheit, Vil’s younger half sister!

Velvette is 17 and very happy and bubbly, always trying to make others smile through her weirdly outrageous and kind of stupid art. Her mother is from the Scalding Sands, but she moved to the Shaftlands to work as a costume designer and ended up working with Vil’s dad and things sort of went from there with them and eventually Velvette was born a very welcome surprise/“oops” baby!

She is very good at both Potionology and Astronomy, but her absolute best subject is Potionology and that is what got her into Pomefiore. Though her manners are perfect, she really likes being expressive throughout her appearance and loves dying her hair and experimenting with styles. Though her hair and upbeat attitude paired with how clumsy she can be make people confused on how she’s in Pomefiore.

As for her relationship with Vil, Velvette loves and looks up to Vil very much despite their different tastes. Though, she always feels very put down when Vil lectures her on controlling herself or her uniform, she knows that it’s his way of showing he cares and she doesn’t say much about it. (I will be making another post going deeper into this)

Velvette doesn’t really value anyone’s opinion but Vil’s, so she isn’t too insecure about herself. If someone insults her hair, she’ll always have a comeback ready and always outwits and flusters the person who tried to embarrass her. If someone insults her art, she will basically confuse a person to the point of them admitting that the art is good and that they’re too stupid to realize what it means.

Basically, don’t try to win an argument or roast battle with Velvette, you will fail and you will fail HARD-

And a fun little fact about Velvette is that she has a really good sense of smell, specifically for potions. It has been a mystery since she was born, but Velvette has always had a nose for potions and can point out what kind of potion it is just based on the smell and whether or not food or drink has had a potion added to it. This has made it very hard for her parents to trick her into taking medicine as a kid, but they always eventually got her to take it-

[sleepiestboyintheworld]

recent top songs collage,

[arielluva]

i just followed my cat down the hall to pet her, while all the lights are off (its 2 in the morning rn) and get suddenly reminded of my visual snow! trying to pet a black cat in a very dark hallway is already hard enough, forget the fact that ive got static everywhere making everything swirl around and straining my eyes... even once i got back to my room where i have a lamp on its still. eurgh. i feel like i need an adjustment period after being in the dark like that

[spectacles-house-of-horrors]

Normally Swirly doesn't wear long sleeved outfits due to her lack of arms, but that sweater was just waaaay too cute to pass up. I'd say she looks wonderful!

NG Link

[vinamari]

LANKY: 10:49 P.M — Touya Todoroki

A/N: I 100% THINK HE’S JUST LANKY & LEAN, also please let me know if you guys would like this to be like mini series of different scenarios that you guys would like to request or any form of elaboration on certain parts of the text or plot in general!! I would like to include that the reader has a water quirk which can be manipulated into ice or for healing.

Warning(s): fluff/angst ☁️ , Suggestive?, Post-War and after recovery (few years later), “friends”

SYNOPSIS: Staying the night over at the Todoroki estate for Touya, where you notice just how lanky & lean he is and maybe more.

Glancing at the clock it was currently 10:49 P.M and Touya was taking a while to come out the shower . He’d been in the bathroom for almost twenty minutes now. Letting out a sigh you call out to him from the bedroom, “Touya! Did you drown?!”

The sound of water stopping was heard as he emerged into the living room, rubbing his wet hair with a towel before putting on a pair of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He looked like a wet cat. Looking at him, you question him, “Did Natsuo give you a swirly, what happened?”, you tried not to snicker as he deadpanned at what you had just said, “Maybe looking like I came out the oven wasn’t my worst option”, he responded back unamused.

Shaking his head at your dumb comment and going into the kitchen to make himself some Soba. His eyes were still purple from beneath, but he wasn’t crying blood anymore, thankfully. Looking at him as he sauntered around the kitchen, you notice how his frame wasn’t particularly buff to say the least however he was both lanky and lean. Not saying that he didn’t look attractive, he was most definitely attractive and the way he looks now and for however long you’ve known him is just again..very attractive.

“At least wash the dishes”, seeing as he left the kitchen.

“I did, but you were too busy looking at me to notice”, seeing how your gaze had been on his overall being the entire time. Giving him a blank look, “You wish”. You went back to scrolling through instagram. “I understand”, he replied. “I’m simply to hard to ignore”, pushing his snow liked hair back as he expressed his very charismatic-self. ‘Charismatic my ass’, rolling your eyes at his actions.

After a few minutes of silence you decided to ask about his day and how his rehabilitation classes went, which was more than he usually gave you, even though he normally answered you with lots of questions that you answered. “So, what do you think of that guy, Fuyumi told me about?”, you inquired. Touya didn’t have much of an interest in what you and his sister talked about, but you both talked a lot so he was more or less obligated to listen to you two talk. And when he listened well enough then he would respond back.

“Not your type, he’s to bland and doesn’t have any humor”, Touya mumbled as he sorted through a series of movies to watch. It was true though, he didn’t think the guy was interesting enough to keep you hooked, so he just wasn’t worth your time. Plus he had never really liked that guy anyways. “What was your first impression of him, anyway?”, he questioned you as he bore his eyes into the tv. “You don’t usually care to be interested in anyone”.

Snorting, thinking back to the first impression you had gotten from the guy, “Total nut job..honestly he might be your soulmate” you said trying not to laugh as you glanced at him from the side. “I’m going to end up in Tartarus if you keep it up”, watching as a tic formed on the side of his head. “And I won’t even put up with the pain of it…”, you continued teasing him with your words knowing full well that he was a little shit.

Looking at the tv after Touya had finally picked a movie to watch you decide to lay down next to him. You eyes were feeling heavy after the first 30 minutes of the movie, you honestly just wanted to wrap your arms around Touya’s waist and simply knock out. But he wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of physical contact despite being severely touched starved, so wrapping your arms around him sounded like a bad idea. Closing your eyes you let out a yawn, head swaying slightly side to side before it ends up on to Touya’s marred purplish shoulder.

He released a heavy sigh as he carefully adjusted you in order to continue watching the movie. Suddenly he felt an arm wrap around his torso, trying to pull him closer. “What a weirdo”, he snickered, his white tufts tickling his neck. It was so easy to just hold him and not let him go, his arms and hand were perfectly grabable, his body which was despite being burnt was awfully nice to lean on. His body radiated such comforting heat as the result of his quirk.

You were most likely going to be in deep sleep for a while and the movie had been completely disregarded as you were practically preventing him from being able to watch. At points like this he let you do whatever you wanted, however he just hadn’t expected you to be intertwining your legs with his and hugging him as you slept.

Everything felt hot, especially with you tugging on his shirt so much that your hands were touching his bare torso. He didn’t understand why you had looked at him as if he had been so perfect, especially not when his body is burnt from the use of his quirk. His skin was rugged, nothing soft but rather rough to touch…but here you were sliding your arms beneath his shirt trying to pull him close as inhumanely as possible.

You liked how lanky he was, it made him seem smaller despite his height. To you everything looked good about him, his arms, his body, his personality. Him.

It was more than him being lanky or lean. It was just him.

The clock now read 12:00 A.M.

[pinata-candy]

Into the Wild ThunderClan!! These are 'canon' world designs for me! I've been working on a personal rewrite for my own entertainment (mostly fixing the family trees) alongside my WOF rewrite, but these designs ignore my family tree and follow the canon one! -> Fire and Ice

Design details and explanations below!

Bluestar- I wanted her to be like. somewhat regal looking, somewhat serving. But I also wanted to try a like, reverse colorpoint? It didn't turn out how I pictured in my mind, might have to revisit

Redtail and Spottedleaf- they are twins to me, I wanted them to look similar no matter what, I really like how square I made them. I also wanted to drift away from overly like, fem spotted- I have no problems with people who make her design overly fem coded but I personally do not care for it

Lionheart- Is a lion

Tigerclaw- is a tiger. Tiger means orange. get Oranged boy

Whitestorm- silly old man to me. Colorpoint like his mama, I wanted him to be very whispy, like a storm

Darkstripe- I wanted to get like. sleezy king's advisor energy. I think I did a good job with that

Longtail- I wanted him to look like a serval! I adore Longtail

Mousefur- wanted her to look like a lil mouse <33

Runningwind- I wanted quick, whispy shapes like the wind (and for him to look like sand. Can't help myself. She's a runningred baby all day everyday to me) I added the eyelines that cheetahs have bc he's a fast guy!

Firepaw- CRINGE BABY!!! wanted him to look flaming!

Dustpaw- I struggled with him bc when I think of dust I think of like, dust bunnies and kinda fluffy shapes, but he isn't a fluffy guy! Though, dust bunny dusty sounds fun. Might have to revamp him lol

Graypaw- droopy and soft and friendly! Gave him cartoony friend eyes bc it felt right. Looks like his mama!

Ravenpaw- tiny, weepy little guy. He is so cute

Sandpaw-I wanted tough, sharp, and swirly bc of her storm warrior name, and when I think storm and wind I think of swirls!

Brindleface- ok, I know brindle is a kind of pattern but when I hear the world brindle I think of like, crinkly shapes? So I tried to make her crinkled somehow

Willowpelt- droopy like a willow! I know willows aren't purple but I associate the word with purple? So she's purple n green! I love her design

Speckletail- I admit, didn't have much thought on her. Just made her speckled

Frostfur- snow, frost, cold girl- wanted her to have awesome snow and winter vibes

Goldenflower- Golden flower = sunflower, she is a sunflower <33

Halftail- really no thoughts about this guy but I like his shapes

Dappletail- she gives me like. old wealth vibes. High class old woman who is kinda mean. Tried to get that across. Don't know why, I really don't even remember her beyond her weird 'relationship' with Stormtail and how she died

One-eye- I wanted to make her kinda sharp and tough

Smallear- Old man looking cat bc he is an old man <33

Rosetail- I want to draw a full body of her one day bc I can picture a rose looking tail in my mind but until then, she just is pink and heart coded

Patchpelt- wanted to try and make 'stitches' along his patches!

That's everyone- some of these cats I could picture in my mind, some not at all but this was so fun. I can't wait to do more!

[crushpunky]

‘tis the damn season - rafe cameron x ex!reader

masterlist

based off of ‘tis the damn season by taylor swift. warning: smoking + mentions of addiction

The windshield of her mother’s car had already begun to fog up as y/n parked the car just between the old Methodist church and the high school she'd gone to only years ago. As she exited the car, she was immediately greeted with a frigid gust of wind that reminded her just why she’d moved away from here in the first place. Sure, it was never cold enough to snow in Kildare, but that didn’t mean it didn’t get damned close.

Y/n tugged her jacket closer, her grandmother’s overbearing perfume seeming to linger even on her own jacket. She peered around the small parking lot she’d pulled into, there only seemed to be one other vehicle: a muddy, red truck. From the rearview mirror dangled a seashell, the small bits of light leaking out from the neon sign of the bar reflecting off the edges of the shell. Y/n let out something between a sigh and a chuckle, memories of walking the beach late at night searching for shells coupled with the feeling of driving along the winding roads with the windows down washing up in her mind.

A bell chimed as y/n entered the bar, wiping her feet off on the map as she looked around the space. Only a few people littered the bar, some chatting amongst each other while others sat quietly, sipping their drinks. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting. It's not like it was going to be packed like the lavish bars back in LA with their glittering chandeliers, thumping speakers, and fake smiles.

“What can I get ya?” The bartender said as y/n slid into one of the barstools.

“Just a vodka soda. Thanks.” Y/n said as she slid a wad of cash across the bartop. Mere moments later, the bartender slid her a drink before sidling off without another word. Y/n took a sip, the alcohol helping to warm the bitter cold seeping into her bones. The quiet calm of the bar was a welcome departure from the chaos that she’d just left at her parent’s house. Even after sleeping in damn near half the day, she’d still spent too much time with too many people with too many questions, leading her to slip out the back door and drive until she found herself here: drinking by herself on the night before Thanksgiving.

The relaxing silence of the bar was cut off as the bell above the door chimed once more. Y/n turned her eyes to the doorway without even intending to, her gaze immediately locking onto a familiar set of icy blue eyes. She felt her heart skip a beat, blinking harshly as she stood from her barstool. Without another word, she hurried out the back door onto the patio.

Y/n took in a shaky breath, reaching into her pocket for a cigarette. She fumbled with the packaging, pulling out a cigarette before placing it between her chapped lips. Her fingers retreated back into her pocket for a lighter, only to be greeted with nothing but pieces of lint and a straw wrapper.

“Need one of these?” A voice said, causing y/n to look up to see Rafe Cameron standing in front of her. Where a mop of greasy, blond hair used to sit, a slightly outgrown buzz cut now framed his face. A mud smeared Carhartt jacket sat unzipped, showing off the deep blue flannel he had on underneath.

A smirk she never thought she’d see again danced along his lips as he offered a lighter out to her. Etched into the body of the gold lighter, in an intricate, swirly script, was a “C”. She’d gotten it for him as a birthday present, many years ago. Her stomach fluttered at the thought of him holding onto it all this time.

“Uh, yeah.” Y/n cleared her throat, reaching for the lighter. Rafe’s fingers danced around the lighter, flicking the lighter as he raised the flame to the cigarette that dangled from y/n’s lips. Y/n leaned forward, her hands trembling slightly as she shielded the flame from the cold wind. Once the cigarette lit, y/n pulled away, exhaling smoke into the night air.

“Thanks.” Y/n said, turning away from Rafe to lean against the rail of the patio. She stood there for a moment, inhaling and exhaling smoke, until another pair of hands rested on the railing next to her own.

“Surprised to see you still smoke.” Rafe said, his eyes darting over to trail along y/n’s silhouette. Y/n’s gaze remained forward, the feeling of Rafe’s observance weighing on her.

“There are worse habits to have.” Y/n said simply, causing Rafe to let out a low, knowing chuckle. Y/n turned to him wide eyed, realizing what she’d said.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—” Y/n sputtered.

“It’s fine.” Rafe said, a gentle grin on his lips as he gazed at her. Y/n swallowed harshly, taking another drag of her cigarette.

“I’m… I’m clean now anyways.” Rafe nodded. “Have been for a while.”

Y/n looked at him more intently. Even under the dim glow of the porchlight, she could see that the hollowness of his eyes or the incessant clenching of his jaw was gone. Where so often a frown or grimace had taken hold, a warm smile adorned his face. Where his face used to be sunken, a soft, pink blush dusted his cheeks.

“That’s great.” Y/n murmured. Rafe nodded, his fingers curling into the wood of the railing. The Cameron family ring that used to adorn his forefinger now rested on his middle finger, the gold glittering gently with each flex of his hands.

“Back for the holidays?” Rafe said.

“Yeah.” Y/n said, ashing her cigarette. “I’m staying at my parents' house for the week.”

“Hmm.” Rafe hummed, tapping his fingertips against the railing as they fell back into an awkwardly weighted silence.

“How—” 

“What’s—”

The two of them chuckled, Rafe’s eyes lingering on the way y/n’s head fell back as she laughed.

“You go.” Y/n said, turning her head to face him.

“How’s LA?” Rafe exhaled, his hip against the railing. Y/n let out another chuckle, taking a deep inhale of her cigarette.

“It’s… interesting, to say the least.” Y/n sighed. Rafe cocked his head to the side, waiting patiently for her to elaborate.

“It’s, I don’t know, it’s just so different from here.” Y/n said. “Can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing yet.”

“But you like it?” Rafe asked, leaning in slightly. Y/n paused, mulling over her response.

“Yeah.” Y/n said, meeting Rafe’s gaze hesitantly. Her lips drew up into a quick, faux smile, which drew a hearty chuckle from Rafe’s chest.

“You don’t have to lie.” Rafe said. Y/n bit her lip, shaking her head as she took another drag of her cigarette.

“The city is fine, it's just… the people suck.” Y/n sighed. Rafe hummed, nodding along.

“Well the people here can’t be much better.” Rafe said, fiddling with a piece of wood splintered from the railing.

“Trust me there’s plenty of great people here.” Y/n laughed, stubbing her cigarette out. Her mind thought back to the familiar faces she’d seen on her late night, drunken Instagram scrolls. Pictures of weddings and baby showers, people she’d used to pass by in the hallways at school now proudly smiling alongside families of their own.

“Yeah well… the best moved away.” Rafe said, his voice a low but gentle murmur. Y/n felt her heart clench at the vulnerability of his tone. It brought back memories of the day she left. The day she packed her bags and drove across the country, putting three time zones between her and the warmest bed she’d ever known.

“Rafe…” Y/n said breathily before the soft chime of her phone cut through the quiet night. Rafe let out an exhale, turning to face off the patio as y/n dug into her pants for her phone.

“My, uh, my mom texted me.” Y/n sighed. “I should probably get going.”

“I’ll walk you out.” Rafe said, giving y/n a short grin as he pulled the backdoor to the bar open.

“Thanks.” Y/n murmured as the two of them cut through the bar before exiting back onto the sidewalk out front. They walked side by side on the pavement until they made it to y/n’s mother’s car. Rafe tapped his fists gently against the top of the car before pulling the driver’s door open.

“Thanks.” Y/n said again as she climbed into the car. Rafe rested his forearms against the top of the car door, gazing down at y/n. Y/n dug into her pockets for her keys, shuffling through her mother’s keychains. Once she found the one to the ignition, she tossed a small grin up to Rafe, who threw her one back. Y/n put the key into the ignition, turning it as the car began to sputter… and sputter and sputter.

“Shit.” Y/n swore, trying the key again. Rafe sighed, running a hand along the short hairs of his buzz cut as the car continued to struggle before failing to turn on. Y/n groaned, hitting her fist against the steering wheel.

“How ‘bout I take you home?” Rafe said, gnawing at his bottom lip. “We can get it sorted out tomorrow morning, yeah?”

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes twinkling under the moon and remnants of light from the bar. Her lips parted slightly as she nodded, tugging her keys out of the ignition before climbing back out of the car. Rafe closed the door before digging into his pocket for his own keys. With the press of his button, the truck parked feet away roared to life.

“You… drive a truck?” Y/n asked, furrowing her brows as she looked at Rafe. He let out a chuckle as he dug his hands into his pocket.

“Well, when you own a construction company you kinda have to, baby.” Rafe nodded, the nickname slipping past his lips despite what felt like lifetimes of not using it. He didn’t miss the small smile that spread across y/n’s lips out of the corner of his eye.

“Oh, congratulations.” Y/n said, moving to round the back of the truck as they approached. Rafe split off, rounding the front of the truck with a bit of a jog before opening the passenger’s seat. As y/n stepped towards the cab, Rafe offered his hand out. Y/n’s heart caught in her throat before she took it, the familiar warmth of his skin sending shivers along her skin as she climbed into the truck. With a silent nod, Rafe reluctantly let go of her hand before closing the door and rounding the truck once more.

Y/n gazed around the interior of the truck, her eyes falling onto the shell that dangled from the rearview mirror. Up close she could see it for what it was. It wasn’t just any regular shell, it was her shell. The shell Rafe had found after the two of them had spent hours scouring the beach. He’d said something cheesy when he found it, something about the gentle colors that reminded him of her sun kissed skin, the glittering edges that shone even in the moonlight reminding him of her eyes, and the scalloped edges that reminded him of the curves of her lips. She’d thought he’d thrown it back into the water, buried it back into the sand, left it on the surf like she had left him so long ago. Yet here it sat, swaying slightly as Rafe put the truck into reverse.

“Thank you, Rafe.” Y/n whispered, tearing her eyes away from the shimmering shell. Rafe’s focus left the road in front of him for only a moment, his eyes catching the subtle glassiness in y/n’s gaze before he looked back at the road.

“No problem.” Rafe murmured, his hand gripping the steering wheel casually despite the hammering in his chest. Rafe cracked the windows, the cool air blowing into the cab. Houses and shops they’d passed countless times flew past, their lights bathing the truck in the occasional glow as y/n leaned out the window. The two of them drove in quiet, the only noises the steady thrum of the engine and the occasional chirp of birds. Y/n found herself falling into a comfortable trance she hadn't felt in so long, so much so she didn’t even say anything as Rafe drove right past her road. Or the next road. Or the one after that.

[grimpapuff-love-country-bear]

[ID: The screenshot of cunntybearjamboree's comment on Tumblr, the texts reads, "Hi im probably so late to this post (I havent been on tumbr in months [emoji broken heart]) but maybe wendell?? if youre still taking suggestions?? [emoticon smile face]". The word "Hi" is emphasised as caps lock, and "suggestions" is misspelled as "suggestionss". The date is April 12, 2025. End ID.]

ID: The digital doodle of Wendell from Disney's Country Bear Jamboree, with four shows of scenarios. The notable texture is old-quality halftone in both monochrome and CMYK, grain, and paper. Wendell is drawn as coated in orange; with light on the ear, short bang, and cheeks through the crotch; brown face with freckles and overbite. From the top left to the bottom right: — Top left: Wendell wore the costume from the Musical Jamboree, as he lay against the bottom left and looked up, then he winked it, with a tint of purple. There are the stars next to him and a white outline around him. He donned a leather cowboy hat trimmed pale yellow accent, feathers in hot pink and blue, and short pink feather; and a purple western scarf. He is wearing a brown vest with trimmed pale yellow, accent red pockets with a yellow top, and yellow swirly on the chest. — Bottom left: Wendell wore the custom from the Christmas Special, as he is holding the squirrel gun, and then he is crying, with emanata as teardrops shown. The background is the forest that's covered by snow, with the sky almost grey. The costume from Christmas Special consisted of a hunter's cap and vest, the vest also has white furs. — Centre: Wendell is holding his guitar, he is slightly facing to the left and eye contact with the viewer as he is happy, the two speech balloons show thrice exclaiming marks in right while double. His speech balloon is depicted as rounded orange; however, the colour is mismatched, and the point is more curved. — Top right: Wendell and his family sat in the red car without a roof, patting on his son's hat, and talking with his wife. His wife is talking with her husband and making eye contact with him, while she is checking on the map; however, both speech balloons next to them don't have the texts. His son looks at his mother and curious yet silent, with the small speech balloon next to him is the question marks. Wendell donned a short orange hat with decorative and wore jacket repeatable stipes of white, cyan, and dark blue in a line gradient. The jacket also has white and slightly dark blue with green leaves. His wife is depicted as coated in brown; light on the ear, the cheeks through the neck, while her nearly neck-length hair is sombré, and she has a dark face. She donned hat strips of beige, red, white, blue, white, red, and beige. She is wearing a purplish-pink scarf and a yellow shirt. His wife's speech balloon is depicted as a square with a bit of round and wavy, coloured brown with a dark outline, the point is straight. His son is coated in dark orange, and the light is on his cheeks through his neck, and olive face with aches. He wears a red cap and shirt. His son's speech balloon is depicted as a square rounded, coloured in pale reddish-brown, and the point is a bit curved. — Bottom right: Wendell's body is covered by sunflowers, excluding his head as he is content, sunflowers have a variety of types; meanwhile Henry is confused yet concerned by this situation, and Henry's emanata is teardrops. He is depicted with a brown face, the darkest brown eyes and eyebrows, eyelashes and a walrus moustache in dark brown; meanwhile, eyelashes and moustaches are also faded light, and coated in medium brown with brownish orange on the cheeks through the neck. He is donned a grey tophat trimmed black ribbon, and white collar with black bowtie batwing. Henry asked, "Wendell, where did these sunflowers come from, and how come you have so many?". His speech balloon is depicted as a square with slightly rounded, coloured in medium brown, and the point is curved. Wendell answered; "My wife!" with an emoticon of a cat face with a bullet point as nose, and then he made a little comment, "… My fans", the text is black line with light orange outline. On the top right; the text in the speech balloon reads, "Oh wow, the full doodle of Wendell! The texture made it looks like it's finished." Above the square with the signature's name. End ID.

@cuuntybearjamboree, I did it :-] [Emoticon of smiling face]

[cannibalisticcorpse]

If you're still doing the Valentine's Day prompts I'd like to request number 7 <3

from this ask game

7. “So is that a yes?”

Charles takes a big breath as he bounces on his heels. "Any moment now," he whispers to himself.

It was snowing outside, and he couldn't feel the cold, but he could feel it. He rolls his neck and shakes his arms out, the flowers held in one hand and the heart-shaped box of chocolates in the other felt like the only things grounding him on Earth still.

There's a soft swirly noise from the mirror, and he turns, standing between the large desk and the sofa.

"Edwin-" he starts, and stops when he sees how tired Edwin looked. "Um..." His hands drop and he tilts his head to the side. "You alright, mate?"

"Hm?" Edwin blinks twice at Charles, his eyes puffy from an exhaustion and his hair not laid out flat. "Yes, I'm quite alright. Simply a long case, is all."

Charles presses his lips to the side, and Edwin's eyes travel curiously towards the flowers and chocolates.

"What have you got there?"

"Huh?" Charles moves his hands quickly, as if trying to hide them behind his back. "I- ah... Um... N-nothing."

Edwin rubs his eyes before he steps forward. "Well, they can't be for Crystal. She's gone off to college. I doubt you'd get those for that new girl you fancied last week. Kate, or whatever her name was."

"Something like that," Charles agrees. He'd already forgotten the newest girl he'd fancied. "They're..." He takes a breath and closes his eyes and he sticks his hands up. "They're for you, Edwin."

There's a long moment, so Charles peeks open one eye. "Me?" Edwin whispers, a gloved hand flying to his chest. "You've got me flowers and... chocolates? Charles..."

"I-" Charles takes another big breath, this one making him braver. "I know that I can't turn back time and tell you that I love you in hell, but..." He nods to himself. Whatever the reaction was, he could take it. "But I'd like for you to be my Valentine."

"Oh," Edwin's voice breaks as tears start to fall from his eyes. He rushes forward to pull Charles into a hug, and it's the single best moment in his entire life. "Oh, Charles. How I love you so, so much."

"So... is that a yes?" he chuckles softly.

"Yes, of course, it's a yes."

[afoxintheuniverse]

Merry Christmas everyone and happy end of 2024! Good father in heaven help me this year has been a lot… but for now I’d like to share with you all a gift that I wrote for one of the best friends I could have hoped to make this year and in this new fandom: Transformers War Chronicles. Please check out her content on both instagram and YouTube as she is seriously so overwhelmingly talented! She loved this gift and insisted I share it with the world. So, without further ado, I hope you all enjoy this little geeky gift from me to you! Happy Holidays and God Bless!

“Mistletoes’ meaning” An Opilita Christmas fic Inspired by Transformers War Chronicles! Merry Christmas Bestie!!! Written By CJ The Fox

“Finally…” Elita groaned practically slumping through the door as Optimus held it open for her. “Thanks…” she sighed pulling together enough strength to smile up at him. He smiled back though not able to hide the exhaustion in his eyes any better than she could have. He slid the wooden door closed behind them before sweeping a bit of the fallen snow off his shoulders and arms. He glanced back at Elita who immediately flashed a look that paused his hand in the air beside her. “Fine…” she relented quietly, aggressive smirk fading into a soft smile and head tilting to the side, plumes of the snow to falling off and onto the ground. The faintest blue glow flushed against her cheeks as she quirked her eyebrow up at him. Internally, she fought to decide if she should avoid eye contact or maintain it harder. They both knew if he’d brought it up, she would try to blame it on the cold. They had just come inside after all! Oh, she would try~ They also both knew even with his battle mask still pulled up above his sinuses Optimus was no doubt giving her a delighted scrap eating grin beneath it. She huffed, smile still on her face as she jabbed him in the stomach with her elbow. The two chuckled quietly together as he finished brushing the last little bits of snow off the top of helmet. His digits slid down the side of her helm just a bit to hold her chin up between his fingers. Elita gulped at his touch the glow of her face brightening ever further as he looked at her. Seemingly satisfied, eyes still alight with his hidden and certainly smugger smile, he slid his fingertips back up the side of her helm brushing the last bit of snow off her glowing cheek.

“The erm… The festival hall truly is something special…” He pondered aloud glancing to the side at the room they now stood in. Elita followed his gaze falling into silent agreement. It wasn’t any of the meeting halls of Cybertron. Hell, it wasn’t even one of the castles these humans had, but she couldn’t deny…they’d definitely put in some work for their guests. According to Optimus or at the very least what he said the officers had told him; this had been a bomb shelter that had been refurbished into a deluxe garage. What was once an obscure base in the middle of nowhere had become where farm equipment, racing and show horses and military balls would be held. The building had been decorated for just such an occasion and then some. Despite the minimal to nonexistent furniture, the room had a removable wooden floor placed covered in faded footprints of occasions come and gone. On both sides of the building were thick panel windows showing the regrowing storm outside. Since they were still bulletproof, the howls of the wind instead became whispering ambience against the swirly sky outside. Finally, there were the lights, hundreds of thousands of twinkling white bulbs wrapped around the cornering support beams and wooden roofing. Alongside more lights, a stone fireplace had been hollowed out in the final thicker support beam at the center of the room, glowing with the warm blaze crackling inside.

“I’m not sure if you bots need beds or anything but uhhhh here…” Optimus had remembered the building director saying as he’d showed him the giant gymnastic pads laid out in front of the fire. It was no recharge slab, but the thought was considerate. And sure, there was enough room for them to have their own mats to themselves… Optimus glanced back at Elita as she still slowly spun staring at the humble yet festive display surrounding them. Maybe it was that the snow had melted, making an already glistening paint job that much more reflective. Maybe it was that the humans had truly outdone themselves with the decorating for a place intended for mere safety. Maybe it was that it was just the two of them. Maybe… Maybe it was just her. As if in a trance he took slow yet purposeful steps toward her. The beams danced across her figure, like the fireflies they had seen in the summers on this strange new planet. Or the neon ribbons that decorated buildings almost matching Iacon’s own advertising. The shimmer seemed to accentuate all of the strength and beauty that made Elita well… Elita. From the scars and scrapes to the way she carried herself with the authority of a leader alongside the wonder of seeing this world for the very first time to the gentle elegance of what it meant to be a femme. She smiled again up at him before he even realized he had crossed the room over to her. She returned her optics to the wooden rafters now covered with glittering beams and fake yet lush foliage. Her expression and physique together were giving the glow of the fire and even Op’s own spark some serious competition. Yeah… separate mats… like that was gonna happen.

“Alright I’ll admit it. This is pretty nice…” She smirked crossing her arms and tilting her hips to the side. Optimus closed the rest of the gap between them, placing a hand on her shoulder as she shifted her weight onto her other hip against him. She leaned her head into the side of his chest plate, closing her optics for a moment before looking up at him then passed him. “It’s… Beautiful…” She sighed as if admitting defeat to the beauty of their building. Optimus leaned back warm eyes ever present, sliding his hand across her back before letting it drape across the other shoulder, thumb gently rubbing where her shoulder met her chest. “Huh… What’s that?” Elita piped, suddenly pulling away from Optimus yet also grabbing him by the hand.

“Hm?” Optimus blinked trying to process her having been so close, pressed up against him to suddenly pull him to the middle of the room optics still on the ceiling.

“That! Right there That plant’s different from the others. Is it supposed to be there? Or is it a ‘weed’ as humans call it? Or is the plant just blooming?” While still slightly confused, Optimus followed her fingertip, sure enough on one of the rafters, the false foliage had come to a stop to leave a small section of bare wood. Tied on the bark was what appeared to be a small upside-down bush with white berries or seeds sprouting in the leaves. The base had been tied with a shiny red bow that looped up around the wood plank as if turning it into a present.

“Oh!” Optimus blinked again in recollection; he had seen this plant before as well had its meaning explained to him. “O-oh…” He repeated, needing to clear his throat a bit.

“What?” Elita perked up at him. “What is it?” I can cut it out if it’s invading the other plant life. Or does the whole bush need to be disposed of?” Without skipping a beat, she pulled her laser pistol from her hip and aimed it at the foreign fauna as it hummed to life.

“Ah! No no! No no no!” Optimus half yelped half laughed reaching up to stop her weapon. “Th-That won’t be necessary my dear!” Besides it wasn’t exactly like they needed to test the durability of this place from the inside. Even if they were still learning about how earth worked, shooting a hole in the ceiling didn’t seem like the most polite thing to do… “There’s nothing wrong I can assure you!” He spoke as calmly and cheerfully as he could manage, nervousness not quite hidden from his voice.

“Oh ok.” Elita shrugged nonchalantly giving the gun a quick twirl in her hand before sliding it back into her holster. “So, what is it then?” “Well…” Optimus put a free hand behind his head nervously glancing at the floor. The building director had explained the meaning of this plant to him when he’d been shown where he and Elita could be staying to wait out the winter storm.

“Sorry sir, I think that was just left over from our usual holiday decoration set up. But we can take it down! I didn’t know if you and your uh… your friend there- Well, is she? Uh- sorry I shouldn’t have assumed-”

“Its fine.” Optimus had laughed, albeit a bit flustered at the topic, but shame was never an emotion that registered in his sensors. There was nothing to be ashamed of. He could NEVER be ashamed. Not of her. Not ever. “She… She is.”

“Oh thank, God…” The director heaved more to himself than to the massive living machine now harboring an entire event hall like a hotel. Ever since that conversation, a small part of Optimus both expected and hoped that she would find the spirited sprout on that ceiling just to have this very talk.

“It’s called a Mistletoe.” Optimus began. Sliding his palm and fingertips carefully down her arm until it once again connected with her hand. “Obviously it’s a type of plant here on this planet but the ones in here are all fake as to not extinguish any resources as well as save time on cleaning. I’ve done some research on the real blooms though!”

“Of course, you did...” Elita giggled, rolling her eyes ever so slightly as she leaned closer letting the backs of their arms slide and softly bump against one another in their swaying postures. “I wouldn’t have expected anything less from you book bot.” She could tell he grinned that typical yet classical geeky grin beneath his mask. Bashful yet not embarrassed of his knowledge nor the work he had put in to gain it. For that her respect renewed thought she would never admit it out loud… at least not right now… No matter how much of a fighter he had become deep down he would always be that shy archivist and student ready to learn and to cherish anything and everything he could see. “Heh…” So that was how she’d fallen for a geek…

“It can actually grow on common human foods such as the apple trees we saw on the way here!” He continued his voice carrying that usual professionalism he had acquired from leading teams but unable to mask the genuine excitement as he gestured with his free hand. “Or oak trees which as you already know provide them with portions of their atmosphere. You weren’t completely wrong in calling it ‘weed like’ though, as it is actually an invasive species.”

“Really?”

“Mhm!” He nodded. “It can actually cause a disease for the base plant leading to weakened sprouts, that need to be cut out or…” He pointed back to her holster. “What you had suggested. Though shotguns are typically the human’s choices for removal.”

“Well damn! I guess it’s a good thing they’re all plastic then, huh? Elita laughed bumping her hip against the side of his thigh before leaning completely against him. The back of her head was almost nuzzling his chest as she made herself comfortable, hand never leaving his.

“Indeed.” Optimus laughed as well though softer, almost politely as he lingered his gaze on her before returning it to the plant. “Yet despite that, it’s become a symbol on this planet. A signal of tradition.”

“Oh yeah? What of?” Elita mused, finally letting her weight fully against him and lifting their intertwined hands up to her shoulder. Op smiled closing his grasp and leaning a bit of his own weight atop her though cautious to not become too heavy.

“It’s meant to be a sign of… of connection, good will… or love.”

“O-Oh?” Elita stuttered suddenly. Optimus could feel her grip twitch in his own at the last word her entire body engaging in a split-second jolt against him. She tried to cover it up and act as if it hadn’t happened with that firm voice remark. Oh, she tried. He had to fight the urge to tease her, not wanting to risk ruining the moment or receiving one of her impressive right hooks in his arm. His smile practically peeking over the mask he kept going.

“And… when two people who just so happen to love one another… at least romantically…” Elita’s eyes widened. Yet another key word seemed to strike her like a blow, her face illuminating instantaneously. “…Stand beneath this plant, it is customary for them…to also… exchange a kiss.” Elita tensed in his grip her hand tightening slightly again, not quite a squeeze. It was the noticeable pressure and stiffness of her body locking in place.

“Huh…” It was all she could manage to get out and it was still a hoarse squeak. The attempt at nonchalance failed worse than one of StarScream’s leadership endeavors. He could feel the hum of her spark as it began to quicken its pace against his palm. She stared intently at the plant desperate to not look at him. Her eyes practically burned into it as much as her pistol would have, maybe even more so. It felt so obvious now… During the entire conversation she could feel his pulse rising too! Slower and calmer than hers, yes but still… She had just figured it was because he always showed that sweet excitement when sharing his knowledge with her. Or maybe it was because she had been enjoying it, like every time he did so. No... she should have seen this coming... She should… She looked up at him, just like at the door, it was a sight to behold. The lights sparkling around them tracing his every distinguished feature from the tips of his antenna to the base of that sharp jaw. Yet of course those lights could never compare to those eyes as they glistened in the gentle darkness. The humans were right, eyes truly were the windows to the soul or in their case, spark. Those eyes could tell his entire legacy without a single word in any language in any universe. They showed the exhaustion of maintaining so much and so many at once. The hours upon hours of research, reading and learning. The knowledge of so much good and bad in the galaxy. Secrets and truths that belonged to both of them and probably all of their loved ones too. Information that he would take to his grave if that’s what it took. The quiet sorrow of knowing too much and not knowing enough and seeming to wish for neither and both simultaneously. And despite all of it, the blue glow remained bright, just as it had when she had first met that geeky archivist all those cycles ago. It showed the intense focus it took to be quick thinking and deeply pondering. The curiosity of always being ready to learn something new and to share that knowledge with others. It showed wisdom gained from periods of lessons learned in easy and hard ways. It showed kindness, patience and composure, though there was clearly a silent joy gleaming beneath all that stupid stoicism. So powerful… eyes certainly belonging to someone with this level of strength. Not just the physical strength he had obtained over the years, not even the mental strength he had had before that, but the strength of his character. The strength of what it meant to be Optimus Prime. And yet his gaze was soft as if the massive hulking strength he possessed was merely an illusion as he gently rubbed his thumb along the top of her hand. She had almost forgotten she was holding it. Almost…

“Optimus?” She spoke before registering the words leaving her lips. Swallowing again almost as if wishing she hadn’t said anything. Her face showed all of the indecision and jumbled thoughts her mind was trying and failing to organize as her eyes itched to look away but didn’t. Optimus stared back at her; face as serene as ever. He tilted his head slightly to the side allowing his antenna to wiggle slightly at the movement as he waited for her to continue in the silence following his name. “Uh…Do you think that… that uh…” Her mouth hung slightly open with unspoken words before she swallowed the rest of the sentence. He quirked up an eyebrow at her before looking down to their hands as slowly grabbed the other one. Elita followed his gaze, trembling slightly as he intertwined the second set of digits between his own.

“Yes…” Optimus knelt onto one knee, his face now level with hers. He cupped both of her hands within his and pulled her slightly closer to him. Keeping her hands wrapped up snugly in his grasp, he raised his other arm to place it on her shoulder. “…Elita?” If she wasn’t at a loss for words before, she sure as hell was now. “Strong enough to be gentle” he had said once… In this moment, those words described him perfectly. His eyes overflowed with the most overwhelming yet soothing presence in the universe: Love. And that love, that presence that power, was directed at her. The glow of her face was making a mockery of the surrounding bulbs and flames. She could feel her Energon prickling behind her cheeks and spark pounding wildly in her chest as it echoed in her audials.

“A- ahh… Uhm…” Her failing words were going to give Starscream competition at this rate.

“Are you alright?” His brow furrowed eyes glinting in concern, He leaned in pulling her almost completely to his chest as he placed his hand holding hers just above his spark. Elita shivered at the touch of him tracing his thumb up the side of her neck to cup the side of her face in his palm needing to bite her lip and squeeze her optics shut to keep from making any noises. Well… at least more than the squeak that slipped out…How could something tickle so badly and feel like a massage at the same time?! She was gonna be as good as a smelting pot… He tilted her face towards his own as she vented shakily letting her eyes reopen to be met with his worried visage. He studied her lifting her chin with his fingertips before returning them to his hand at the side of her helm again. Primus, he HAD to know how sweet it was! It was the same way he always checked on her after a battle, making sure she was unharmed before making sure Ratchet examined her anyway. He cared for all his soldiers and friends, yes. He didn’t even treat her better than anyone else, no favoritism or biases to the best of his abilities. And still, the urgency, the protectiveness the compassion, even if it was just as strong as he carried it for all his allies, a difference was there, and it was obvious.

“Yeah! I- I’m fine!” Elita practically spluttered taking a slight step backwards yet not removing her hands from his chest, nor tilting her cheek from his touch. “I just…” She stared up at him, feeling his spark thrumming against her hands, her own still echoing in her audials. Though his face had lightened slightly at her reassurance, his eyes still wore the weight of a familiar concern, almost sadness. Even if that look was familiar to her, she hated seeing it in his eyes. Maybe she hated it because it was so familiar to her. It wasn’t like either of them had ever been given a choice for what gave him that expression… “It’s nothing” she sighed breaking their gaze to glance at her hands on his spark then the ground. “I’m sorry I- I shouldn’t have said anything…” Optimus drew back slightly at this, seeming slightly hurt as she’d gone silent again. He let out a quiet vent, closing his optics as Elita squeezed her own shut before hanging her head further towards the ground, guilt growing more apparent by the second. Optimus shifted his hand slightly lower on the side of her face letting one of the tips of her helmet slide between his fingers as he worked the others beneath her chin tilting her face back towards him but not pulling it up again either. Gathering her resolve Elita looked at him. His eyes still had the same softness, but it wasn’t quite sad, not anymore. Her brows lifted in surprise as face plate slid neatly into their slots alongside his neck and helmet allowing a full yet still mostly neutral expression to be shown. He exhaled softly again lips sliding up into a soft smile, then a full-on smirk as he playfully arched an eyebrow at her again. It was softer than how he’d looked at her before, but this was a face she knew all too well, one she’d seen him make and probably even made herself more times than she could count. It was the face he’d made when Bumblebee pulled off an impressive trick but got himself hurt in the process. It was the face he made as WheelJack would ramble on about his ideas for inventions before he’d need to be reminded of budget, limited amounts of fire extinguishers and sometimes even what was and wasn’t scientifically possible, whether he had something to say about it or not. It was the face he made as Ratchet would rant and rave about how this entire team was ‘comprised of idiots’ then work himself to the core making sure his patients recovered. Optimus didn’t need to say a single word as his expression said it all not quite mocking yet still slightly teasing. Not feeling sorry for her in a condescending way but certainly obvious sympathy even potential threads of pity. Yep… Optimus was giving her his best ‘Oh what are we going to do with you?’ face. Son of a- He was doing the slow head shake and even had the GALL to let out that stupid soft chuckle! Elita scrunched her face back up at him, letting out a little grumble under her breath of words she hadn’t come up with yet. Optimus only laughed louder, failing to keep his entertainment to a closed mouth anymore and making Elita’s eyebrow twitch in irritation. He composed himself again taking in another deep vent as Elita glared, though he could see the sides of her lips twitching slightly. She was clearly desperate not to give him the satisfaction of smiling or cracking up too. So, didn’t give her time to do so.

She could only gasp as in one soft yet fluid motion, Optimus pulled her hands back into his chest with one hand lifting her face slightly again with the other before leaning in and planting a kiss on her cheek. He firmly pressed then held his lips there, sleepily closing his eyes. Elita’s jaw dropped, and eyes widened as far as they could go. She could feel her spark practically doing summersaults within her chest. Slowly and hesitantly, he pulled back, blinking his optics open. Even though she could clearly see him smiling at her with his nose almost brushing against her own, she could still feel his lips on her face. Wordlessly she slid her hands out from Optimus’s to touch it to the side of her cheek where they had been almost as if not believing it had really happened. Optimus brought his now free hand back to the base of his helmet glancing away for a moment before reclosing his optics and laughing. It was a joyous yet sheepish expression of delight and with his optics reclosed it was now more obvious the glow of his face wasn’t just coming from his eyes. Elita remained silent as he composed himself again and stared a bit behind him at the ground while lowering his hand from his head.

“Ha Ha Ha… Ahem… Ah... Merry Christmas Eli- mmMPH!” Elita had also given him no warning as she grabbed his shoulders and yanked him back down towards her, shoving her lips on his with a muffled grunt. It wasn’t quite ‘slamming’ into a kiss, but she definitely wasn’t being slow or gentle as he was either. Optimus’s optics snapped wide open while Elita seemed to be squeezing hers as tight as they could go, face pressed hard against his. She dared to peek an eye open slowly beginning to pull away as Optimus was now the one with his mouth hanging open, their lips still brushing against one another. She paused, opening her eyes the rest of the way as Optimus placed one hand on her hip the other slowly tracing its way back onto her arm and up her shoulder. Optimus’s own eyes were a question, a request for permission that he never would have needed to ask, yet he always did anyway. She answered with her smile and the whisper of laughter she finally let out. He smiled back before reclosing his optics and resealing their connection. Elita sighed peacefully, finally giving into him completely as he opened his mouth further to further secure the kiss. She reciprocated, soft mewls escaping between any gaps. Smiling against her, he pulled her closer to him their chests firmly pressed and sliding against one another. Elita arched her posture into the placement of his hand as he slid his open palm from her hips to glide across her back. She shivered again, not bothering to hide it this time. Her own arms slid down tracing her hands over his chest. His spark hummed strong against her caress before she reached back up his shoulders to wrap her arms around the back of his head. Whether the neck hug had pulled her higher or him lower couldn’t be deciphered, all they knew was that their chests were now perfectly aligned, sparks beating as one. Optimus tilted his head into the embrace, letting out a content sigh of his own. He shifted his weight slightly on his knees to lean further over her. Pressing his hand firmly between her shoulder blades, his fingers twitched as they tried not to curl and scrape against her plating. His other hand dragged down the side of her body, outlining the delicate form in his arms. Elita slowly raised her leg, starting to wrap it around Optimus’s waist as he continued his graceful glide from the top, side and finally to the base of her thigh. She leaned further into his supporting hand as he gave her thigh a gentle squeeze before lifting her into the air. The sudden rush of movement causing Elita to let out a surprised

“Oh!” Optimus laughed, leaning his helm against hers before raising his eyebrows in an expression that both teased yet also asked genuinely if she was alright. Elita blinked a few times before returning his laughter. She let out a sigh rolling her eyes. Whether the eyeroll was at herself or at him he couldn’t tell but didn’t care though. Her lips were on his again still slightly snickering against the contact. Optimus let out a half laugh, half exhale and continued to stand. In a single slow spin, he allowed both of their full weight to return to the bottoms of his feet. Both of their forms were silhouetted against the soft glow of the fireplace embers glinting against the metal figures. It was a dance that no one needed to see, not even the dancers. Especially not the dancers. He slid his forearm completely under both of Elita’s legs, lifting her to where she was now the one leaning over him. Optimus squeezed her legs snugly with the inside of his elbow while now supporting her uplifted leg below the knee. He arched his own back now as she leaned forward almost laying across his chest at an angle slowly lifting one of her feet. She wrapped her arms up and past his shoulders to hold his face in her hands. Elita murmured, her expression hardening slightly as she wrapped an arm around his head. She tilted her face to the side and pressed her face harder into his. She practically had his head in a locked hug, one arm wrapped all the way around to have her knuckles brushing her shoulder. The other arm traced up behind the first, lifting her fingers and twirling them around one of his antennae. Whether he was too polite or too shy to tell her how much he enjoyed it, the appreciative groan as she firmly massaged the tip between her digits was plenty. He slid his arm further around her back to better hold her up, his hand cradling the back of her helm. The two pressed in hard on one another one last time before finally breaking the kiss. Both bots held their optics closed as they slowly flickered back into their senses. Steam softly plumed from their vents and into one another’s gaping mouths, combining into single white puffs before fading into the air. Optimus opened his optics finally seeming to have caught his breath. His quirked, almost embarrassed grin perfectly reflected the irony in beings lacking lungs to have become so winded. Elita followed suit her eyes fluttering open now looking down at Optimus instead of up like usual. She took in a deep vent before blurting out the first thought that entered her mind.

“Merry Christmas Optimus…” she whispered, tilting her head to the side and tracing her fingers along the side of his face. Optimus beamed up at her, before closing his optics and smiling wider, leaning into her touch. Her faint smile began trickling its way further across her lips as she considered another silent conversation. His own raised eyebrows and questioning optics let her know just how little he minded the thought. “I love you…”

Thank you for making it to the end if you’ve read this far! I hope you got in some nice holiday opilita feels or even learned something new about mistletoe as I did writing this!

[tagsecretsanta]

From @cookidoughlilac

From @cookidoughlilac to @fishladishere

Ikea shark –

"There's fish on the wrapping paper, so this must be yours, Gordie! Looks like Santa got you a big gift this year!”

Gordon's eyes twinkled as Jeff manoeuvred himself under the tree, delicate wrapping paper crinkling under his hand as he pulled a large, squishy present from the pile.

True to his father's words, deep blue paper with little colourful fish appeared from under the tree skirt, complete with a snow-tipped name tag and Gordon's name in swirly red lettering. He reached out to take the present from Jeff, giggling at its size as he hugged it against himself. Despite its wrapped nature, Gordon could tell that it was soft. And big. Gordon had always thought himself to be quite tall for his age, but the mysterious gift was easily longer than him! 

Santa must have really liked his effort at being good this year. A present this grand would have been reserved for children on the nice list, after all, just like his brothers. They were always good, and Gordon wanted to be just like them.

"Would you look at that? The present's as tall as you, kiddo - what do you think it is?" 

Gordon turned to his grandmother, giving her the biggest grin as she took a picture of him. As keen as he was to open his gift, he couldn’t resist posing for a photo or two.

But what could it be? Gordon felt as though he was at a loss. He racked his little brain as best as he could, but his thinking on what was big and soft came up blank. He shook his head and shrugged, hugging the wrapped gift tighter to his chest.

"Why don’t you open it? Jeff asked, chuckling at his second youngest’s actions, “that way, you can hug it properly, no?”

Well, he didn’t need telling twice.

Gordon eagerly tore open the fish themed wrapping paper, practically squealing in delight as plush blue and white fabric peeked from underneath. Further unwrapping revealed the mysterious gift: a soft, and oh so big, shark, sporting the words ‘blåhaj’ on a label by the tail.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look!” Gordon exclaimed, spinning himself around from Sally so he could face Jeff, holding the shark high above his head, “Santa got me a shark! A real life shark!”

Gordon heard his brothers, Grandma and parents chuckle in amusement, but in that moment, all he felt was sheer excitement for his new favourite item in the whole, wide world. He bounced in excitement, grinning wildly as he hugged the shark against himself.

Best Christmas ever!

Beach Christmas –

Gordon regarded the endless expanse of ocean before him. Even though the sun was barely peeking up over the horizon, it was warm. Uncharacteristically so for December… or rather, by his standards. Decembers were usually cold, perfect for curling up by the fireplace with a thick blanket and a cup of hot chocolate. He was used to seeing snow gently pile up outside frosted windows, blanketing the world in a brilliant white that glistened in the moonlight. He was used to shoving freezing hands into warm pockets, face half obscured by a chunky scarf, mist visible with every breath.

He was used to the wintery Decembers of the northern hemisphere. The place he’d called home for his entire life.

This, though? The whole ‘standing on a beach at 6am in 25ºC heat with swimming trunks on and a towel draped over the shoulders’ thing? This was different.

There was a gentle breeze in the air, warm and inviting, gently swaying palm trees and colourful flowers in an almost hypnotic rhythm. The sound of water lapping at the shore seemed to lull the world – the island – into a peaceful sense of tranquillity. As though nothing bad could reach the shores of the oasis he found himself living in.

He wriggled his toes in the sand beneath him. It was soft, warmed by the sun, though not yet to the extent of burning skin. The heat was enough to spread warmth throughout his body in ways that melted stress and tension from tired muscles. If he hadn’t already been set on going for a morning swim, Gordon would have felt overcome with the need to curl up for a nap under the palm trees.

It was different, yes. But magical.

He knew his brothers, father and Grandmother wouldn't be awake for another few hours, which was perfect. It gave him plenty of time to go for a swim and dry off on the beach before the festivities of the day began.

He removed his towel from his shoulders and placed it over a palm trunk that had grown sideways over time, giving the wood a light push for good measure to watch it sway. Once satisfied with its swingability, Gordon turned back to face the ocean, pausing only momentarily to take in a deep breath. The smell of the sea was undoubtedly alluring – perhaps he’d suggest for the Christmas barbeque to move from the patio to the beach…

Gordon was quick to wade and submerge himself into the ocean, the feeling of water lapping over his skin immediately comforting. This was where he felt most alive – in a body of water with not a care in the world. The sun, still steadily climbing in the sky, cast mesmerising patterns across the water and ocean bed below, each colour more vibrant than the last.

He moved to float on his back, letting the sun warm his face as he closed his eyes. He let the water ebb and flow around him, gently drifting in peace.

Perhaps he could get used to hot Christmases. Naturally, the move to Tracy Island and the start of a new venture masterfully envisioned by his father meant that Christmas was unlikely to ever be normal again, but so long as he had his family and the ocean… perhaps it would all be alright.

[lumonrecycles]

Ok what if it was all a dream/illusion

Like ar through the chips

The white walls are white snow etc and milchick is just leading them around the office until Irv gives Helena a swirly in the bathroom

[cielcreations]

Front Seat (Danny Phantom

Characters are aged up to be 18+! Also, no ghosts AU!

I remember past me when I first used Tumblr liked this post and was like "Hey, this is a good idea for a short story."

And now, like 5yrs later, I actually made a short story. Enjoy!

Dash Baxter did not like Danny Fenton. That much was obvious.

He tolerated the annoying bug for the most part because of his sister. Jazz Fenton helped him with work and made it easier for him to somewhat maintain his minimum GPA to stay on the football team. Granted, Dash's definition of "tolerance" was shoving Fenton into lockers or pushing him out of the way. It could be worse. He gives some other nerds swirlies or slam their faces into food, so Fenton should feel somewhat grateful!

One day, when it was snowing and cold, Dash's practice ended early and he needed to get something from his locker. So, after he changed and got dressed, he grabbed his textbooks from his locker and headed out the front doors of the school. As he stepped outside, he saw a none other than Fenton, reading a random book, slouching over as he did.

"What're you doing here, nerd?" Dash asked, not really caring but still curious.

Fenton looked over his shoulder, scoffed and went back to his book.

"Hey! Don't just ignore me!"

"Do you actually care?"

"Just answer, idiot."

The raven groaned, rolled his eyes, and sighed, "Jazz is tutoring some freshmen and I don't have a ride cause parents are busy with ghost work."

"What about that weird goth freak and tech geek?"

"That 'goth freak' and 'tech geek' have names." Fenton hissed, "Sam can't take me home, her parents are weird and don't like my parents and, therein, me, and Tucker is too far away from me. It'd be too out of his way and I don't wanna inconvenience him."

Dash hesitated before walking past him. He noticed Fenton was only wearing a jacket and pants, nothing to help him with the biting cold. Dash wore a scarf, a large winter coat over his long sleeved shirt, his letterman jacket, two pairs of pants, and two pairs of socks. How could Fenton stand this cold? He went to walk away, turned to face the raven, and took another step away. Am I really going to do this?

Dash looked over his shoulder one more time before he groaned dramatically, "Alright, come on."

"What?" Fenton asked.

"Come on, I'll take you home."

"Are you high? No, you don't smoke." The raven shook his head, correcting himself, "Are you drunk?"

"NO!" Dash hissed, groaning, "Listen, if you freeze to death, I am not going to be the last one to have seen you! If Jazz found out I saw you and left you to die in the cold, she'd kill me! And I am not spending my afterlife with you, Fenton!"

"I'm not going to freeze to death, idiot, I'm fine!"

"You barely have anything on!"

"So what?! I'm fine!"

"Nope, nuh uh, come with me, now!"

"Fuck you, I'm not-"

"If you let me drive you home and not make a peep, I'll stop messing with you for a day!"

Fenton's eyes widened before he narrowed, "Seriously? You're willing to do that just to get me to let you drive me home? You got something in your car I should be concerned about?"

"NO! JUST- UUUGH!" Dash pinched his temples, "Listen, recently, during tutoring session, your sister has mentioned how worried she is with you. She said she's afraid you're going to get hypo.... hyper...? The shit when you're too cold!"

"Hypothermia?"

"YES! She's worried 'bout that!" The blonde sighed, "She really cares about you and if she finds out I left you out here when it's freezing, she'd make me pay for it. I get not trusting me, but can you at least do it for her?"

Fenton seemed to hesitate before he sighed. He shut his book and stood up, "Fine. But I get bragging rights and get to say I won a bet if anyone sees and asks."

"Ugh, whatever. Just come on."

The two began walking to the blonde's car. Dash unlocked the doors and got in the driver's seat, Fenton getting in the passenger's seat. He sat, looking out the window, hugging his bag to his check, uncomfortable and awkward. Dash turned the car on, turning the heat up and pressing his seat warmer.

"You want yours on?" Dash asked, pointing to the seat warmer button.

Fenton looked at the button and shook his head, looking out the window again, "No."

Dash shrugged and looked over his shoulder. He reversed out of the parking lot, beginning to drive away. The ride was silent for the most part, awkward, on both sides. They stopped at a red light, silent, the only noise being from outside. The blonde was trying to think of something to say, trying to figure out if he should even say something. Suddenly, Fenton leaned over and turned on the radio.

"Hey, don't-"

"Hey, it's Ember's new song!" Fenton exclaimed, excitedly turning the music up a bit, "Don't ruin it!"

Dash looked at the raven out of the corner of his eye, confused, "You... like Ember?"

"Uh, who doesn't?" Fenton rolled his eyes, "You may think I'm a nerd or whatever, but nerds have taste too!"

Dash snorted a laugh, focusing on the road and beginning to move once the light was green, "Well, how was I suppose to know? We don't exactly talk."

"And who's fault is that?"

The blonde was silent, knowing he was right. The raven nodded his head along to the music, mouthing the lyrics, Dash watching out of the corner of his eye. He was... kind of impressed. The other wasn't as lame as he originally thought. Then again, liking Ember McLain is not necessarily anything to write home about. Like Fenton said, who doesn't like her songs? I guess it's weird coming from him. Dash thought, pulling up to the building with the large neon glowing signs and metal space ship looking thing.

Suddenly, green smoke started coming out from the top of the building.

"Ughhhh..." Fenton pinched his temples.

"Uhhhh, is your place... safe?"

"It is. My parents are too stupid for any of their shit to work." Fenton groaned, grabbing his stuff, "Thanks for the ride."

"Uh, yeah, no problem." Dash stared at the green smoke, "Uh, you sure your place is not on fire or something?"

"Dash, did you forget my parents are the crazy ghost fanatics?" The raven opened the passenger door, waving his hand at the smoke, "This is what they do. It's stupid, crazy, and annoying, but to the few who believe in fairy tales, it makes money."

The blonde snickered, "I guess that's what matters?"

Fenton shrugged, stepping out, "Thanks again." He shut the passenger door and walked to front door of his home.

He opened the door and immediately stepped out of the way, just in time for Mr. and Mrs. Fenton to run out of the building and going to the alley next to their home, holding what looked to be junk. The raven groaned and walked inside, slamming the door behind him. 

Dash felt... weird. Bad, maybe? He can't imagine living with those types of parents.

Dash shook his head, beginning to drive away. He wasn't going to worry about Danny.

Fenton. He wasn't going to worry about Fenton.

***

For the next couple of weeks, the same thing had happened. Dash's practice was cut off early due to weather, he would "forget" his textbooks, and he would find Dan- Fenton sitting at the front, either reading a book, copying some notes, studying for a test, or just on his phone. Dash would offer him a ride and the other would agree. At first, it was reluctant, but over the next few days turned to weeks, he would put up less of a fight, to the point when Dash came out of the building, he would stand up and look at him.

The rides turned from Dash taking Fenton home, to Dash driving to the nearby fast food joint, offering to buy Danny some food. They would hang out, eating in his car, sometimes going inside to do some studying together. Over time, Dash noticed how Danny didn't prepare much for the cold, which made him a bit worried. Danny always said he was fine, but the blonde didn't always believe him.

One day, when he walked out, he shoved a small letterman jacket in Danny's direction, "For you."

"Huh?"

"Listen, you don't have a winter's coat and you're probably freezing your ass off. Just take it. It was from my freshman year, so it's too small. It'll just collect dust in my closet anyways."

Danny blinked and took it. He put the letterman on and hummed, hugging himself a bit, "It's... pretty warm."

"I know, why do you think I wear it all the time." Dash snickered, "Come on, we're going to the movies."

"Movies?" Danny was quick to follow him to the car, "Why?"

"Cause I wanna see that new horror movie that just came out and Paulina, Star, and Kwan are too chicken and I know you will enjoy it!"

"Hell yeah!" The raven exclaimed, "I'll pay for-"

"Nope, on me. I'm inviting you out."

They got in their seats, the raven looking at the blonde, smiling, "You don't have to."

"If I'm taking you, it's only right I pay." Dash began to reverse.

Danny chuckled, "You know, Dash, you're not a bad guy!"

The blonde chuckled, "You're not so bad yourself, Danny."

The raven widened his eyes.

"What?"

"I think that's the first time you've called me by my first name."

Dash blushed a bit and shrugged, "Well, uh, I figured I should."

The ride was silent to the movies, mainly because both we feeling a bit embarrassed and awkward again. Once they got to the movie theater, they hopped out, going to the ticket stand. Dash bought their tickets, a bag of popcorn, and their drinks before they went into the theater room. They sat down and whispered to one another as the ads played, laughing quietly and joking with one another. Once the movie began playing, they shut up and began watching. As it began, Dash thought Danny would get scared, but the other was fine. If anything, he got more excited and loved it. Danny leaned into the blonde, who wrapped his arm around the raven without even thinking.

Once the movie ended, the two stood up, hand in hand, walking out of the theaters, talking excitedly about the movie and how impressed they were with it. They got back to Dash's car and continued laughing, joking, and overall having a nice time as the blonde drove to Danny's home. By the time they got there, the sun had set. Dash walked Danny to the front door, the raven taking out his keys and unlocking the door. He peaked inside, seeing all the lights were off.

"Will you get in trouble?" Dash asked, "Like, do you have a curfew or something?"

"Probably, but where's the fun in that?" Danny snickered, looking at him, "What about you?"

"Meh, my mom's chill."

"Well, good." The raven faced him, smiling, "Thank you, Dash, for the nice time. I-I had a lot of fun."

"Me too. I-I like sending time with you." The blonde responded.

The two stood there for a second, silent. Danny took a step forward and stood on his toes to lean up and kiss Dash's cheek. The blonde grabbed his chin before he could pull away, leaning down and kissing his lips. It was a short kiss, nothing dramatic or otherworldly, but it didn't have to be. They stepped back and smiled at each other.

"Good, I wasn't reading that wrong, then." The raven chuckled.

Dash chuckled awkwardly, "No, you, weren't." He hesitated and stepped back, "So, um, see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow, Dash."

From then on, everything seemed to change.

***

"Party time! Party time!" Paulina and Star cheered, both dressed in cute short party dresses.

Kwan laughed, wearing a nice button up and pants, holding the door opened for everyone, "Dash! Leo! Come on or we're leaving you!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, who's driving?" Dash teased, tossing a football towards him, also in a nice shirt, blazer, and jeans.

Kwan easily caught it with a laugh.

Leo, a new student at Casper High, easily integrated into the popular clique. He was a great football player, a bit of a class clown, smart, funny, and attractive. They easily accepted him both on the team and part of the friend group.

"I can drive you Kwan, if need be!" Leo chuckled, wearing a shirt with joggers, going for more casual than nice.

"Yeah, with what car?"

"Yours still, I'll just steal your keys!" 

The group laughed and got to Dash's car, the blonde unlocking just the driver's side and getting in. He jokingly made them wait before unlocking the car, allowing everyone to pile in the back.

However, Leo opened the passenger door.

"Nah, nah, nah." Dash immediately stopped him, pointing to the back, "Backseat."

Leo laughed but Dash just pointed to the back again. The man stared, "Wait, seriously?"

"We're picking up someone else. You get in the back."

"Wait, why can't they sit in the back?

"Oh, riiiight!" Kwan exclaimed, "Leo, get in the back, you'll see."

"But-"

"Just trust us!" Paulina giggled, "Come on!"

Leo begrudgingly got in the back, thankful Dash's car could at least fit all four of them in the back. The group continued talking and laughing as Dash pulled out of the school parking lot, making his way to wherever they were going. No one told Leo what was going on, so he just waited to see what was going on.

They pulled in front of a large building with a glowing neon sign reading Fenton Works. Leo remembered hearing about the Fentons, how Mr. and Mrs. Fenton were crazy about ghosts and their kids did everything in their power to not be embarrassed by them. He heard their daughter was going to college and their son also went to their school. Danny Fenton, the kid who sat with a weird goth chick and tech geek.

"What're we doing here?" Leo asked.

No one responded, rolling down the windows. Dash blasted the music and honked the horn, Paulina, Kwan, and Star cheering. After a few seconds, Danny Fenton emerged from the home, wearing a shirt with the NASA logo, a letterman jacket, and some skinny jeans. He was clearly holding back laughter as he approached the car, the four cheering.

"DANNY! DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!" Kwan, Paulina, Star, and Dash chanted, the raven blushing, covering his face in embarrassment.

"Shut up!" Danny hissed playfully as he hopped in the front seat, "God, you all are embarrassing."

Dash rolled the windows up and turned the music down as Kwan spoke first, "How you doing man, you ready for the party?!"

"Hell yeah I am!"

The group cheered, but Leo stared at Danny in confusion.

"Oh, is Sam gonna be there? I have to return her mirror!" Star explained.

"She and Tuck are carpooling with Valerie."

"Perfect, I need to give Val her headband back!" Paulina explained.

"Oh, Danny, this is Leo." Dash pointed to the seat behind him, Danny turning to face him, "Newbie. Probably heard it around."

The raven smiled, "Oh, nice to meet you. Sorry about them, you were probably confused."

"It's cool, I'm more confused why you get front seat."

Dash glared out his review mirror, Danny chuckled, and the other three jokingly 'ooooh'ed.

"Oh, you are new." He looked at Kwan, Paulina, and Star, who smiled innocently, "And you three didn't tell. Nice play." Finally, the raven looked at Dash, "Dashy~ Can I have a kiss~?"

Dash blushed and nodded softly, leaning over and kissing his lips.

Leo widened his eyes as the other three cheered. Once they pulled away, the blonde quickly focused on driving, embarrassed.

Danny then looked at Leo, winking, "See, I always get front seat. Perks of being the quarterback's boyfriend!"

Leo blushed in embarrassment, looking away as the car erupted into laughter, the group beginning to joke and talk once again.