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steadfastsaturnsrings · 3 months
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Tree decorating!!!
Taking @loserdiaz open tag thank you lovely 💕
https://decomytree.com/home?hashedId=leRORQVrbUQ1
Decorate my tree with a cute little ornament :)
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Please let me know if you would like to be added or removed :)
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racfoam · 3 months
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I had no idea there were webpages where we could decorate a virtual Christmas tree.
https://decomytree.com/home?hashedId=YQpuU9FVSTv4
Tagging: @raehb336 @shouldertallabyss @mosiva @isalisewrites @loneamaryllis @youknowmevj @leafiloaf @horcrussy @cordeliawrites @tommarvoloriddlesdiary @louveclaviere @hazelnut1 @semina-art @duplicitywrites @cindle-writes @brmoth @chiocchi @cloverwoodss @kagariasuha @mrmxlemons @cannibalinc @limonium-anemos @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger @riddlemeharder @aglassroseneverfades @monsieurclavier @mishqua
And everyone who wants to join!
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diazsdimples · 3 months
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Decorate My Tree!!
Iz Chrismim!!
Tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings thank youuuu
No pressure tagging my faves @hippolotamus @callmenewbie @cal-daisies-and-briars @theotherbuckley @disasterbuckdiaz @malewifediaz @watchyourbuck @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @thewolvesof1998 @wikiangela @daffi-990 @bucksbackwardcap @smilingbuckley @buckbuckgoose @fortheloveofbuddie @spotsandsocks @housewifebuck
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shouldve-been-me · 4 months
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The Christmas Tree
this is my first time doing this so i have no clue how to do the formatting, but thanks to @marauderswolf22 for the prompt, hope you like it!
512 words of wolfstar christmas fluff
"Be careful, you look like you're gonna fall."
"I'm almost reaching it, Moony, just give me a second."
"You should've let me do this," Remus said as Sirius wobbled precariously on top of the stool.
"Just let me concentrate!"
It was their very first Christmas in their flat. Ever since his first year spending winter break with the Potters, Sirius loved Christmas, specially the decorating part. Unfortunately for him, every time they got off the train in King's Cross the Potter Manor was already decorated. So, since this year they had their own flat and could decorate it however they wanted, Sirius wanted to go all out.
Remus, as usual, couldn't deny anything his boyfriend wanted.
So, this is how they found themselves on a chilly november afternoon. Boxes full of decorations (courtesy of James' parents) filled their tiny living room.
The table had a red and green towel with santa and reindeer motifs thrown over it. All the doors had garlands, including the shower cabin (that one was charmed to be waterproof).
There were multiple mistletoes spread around the flat; near the oven where Sirius would spend hours trying different recipes from a cookbook Effie had sent him, over their front door so they had an excuse to kiss each other before entering or leaving the flat, like a password, one over their bed and so on.
The tree Monty had sent them was way too big, so they tried charming it. After a few tries, it fit perfectly in the corner of the living room, next to the armchair where Remus liked to seat and read for hours on end.
They decorated the tree together, but Sirius insisted he should put the star on top ("I'm literally a star, Moony. It's destiny."), even though he couldn't quite reach it, hence the stool.
Voice straining with effort, Sirius said "Almost... there... AH!"
The stool tipped over and both of them ended up a mess of limbs on the floor. Remus had been staying right behind his boyfriend, arms stretched out just waiting for this to happen, because of course it would, and so he ended up being used as some sort of airbag for Sirius.
"I got it! See, I told you I could do it." Sirius said, laughing.
And sure enough, the star was perched right on top of the tree, shining bright against the Christmas lights they had stuck to the walls.
"Good job. Perhaps you could have done it without falling on top of me," replied Remus, smiling soflty, voice brimming with adoration.
"Oh, sorry," Sirius said, making to get up but suddenly there were very strong arms wrapping around him.
"No, you can stay," Remus said, using his wand to get pillows from the couch.
SIrius settled and buried himself further into his boyfriend's arms. After a bit of adjusting, both of them stayed there, comfortable, watching the blinking lights on the tree and everywhere else.
"I think you might have gone a bit overboard with the lights, love," said Remus.
"You like it."
"Yeah, I do."
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mamamittens · 1 year
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Tinsel, Lights, and Popcorn Strings
Day #10 of the 2022 December Event
Fandom: One Piece
Ship: MarcoXRay(OC)XAce
Warnings: Overly cute Christmas tree decorating and mild threats of violence
No, you didn't miss several days, I just knew my friend was having a difficult time and wanted to cheer him up! And it's easier to remember where I was in writing fluff after a coughing fit than smut (but the last one is next I promise!)
Also, the 'rat' decorations are absolutely inspired by my own childhood decorations but I made them rats instead of the mice the originally are. Super cute decorations istg, they make me soft just thinking about them
Word Count: 1,740
If there's anything that needs adjusting let me know!
Merry (early) Christmas darling (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧!
@marco--the--phoenix
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There was one single, gargantuan task that most Whitebeard pirates feared above all else.
It wasn’t enforcing yet another booze ban on their captain and father figure.
It wasn’t doing the dishes after every meal.
And it wasn’t even the prospect of doing the laundry for the entire crew.
It was decorating the tree.
The task no one wanted to do was decorate the tree. It seemed rather odd to Ace, truth be told, that the Whitebeard pirates feared this task so much. But it wasn’t until he actually tried to do it himself that he understood why.
There wasn’t anyone across all the blues as fucking picky about ornaments as Marco. Oh, it was such bullshit.
See, this ass sits back like he doesn’t have a care in the world but you try and use ‘too much’ tinsel on the bottom half of the biggest damn tree Ace has ever seen on a ship and suddenly Marco is ready to wage war.
Not that Ray is of any help, heckling the shit out of Ace’s honest attempts to decorate a tree with ‘helpful’ suggestions about which ornaments to use and where.
“Why not put the glass snowflakes lower, Ace?” Ray suggested, instantly earning an irate snort from Marco.
“And have them get knocked over and shatter across the floor? Nice try, Ray. I know you just want to replace them with candy.” Marco snarked, plucking the offending ornament from the box of ornaments.
“What’s wrong with candy canes on a tree, Marco? We’re putting popcorn all over it!” Ray huffed, gazing at the tray of specially prepared candy Thatch had made for them to use along with popcorn string long enough for Oyaji to use as a jump rope.
“You know, if you have such high standards for the damn tree, the least you could do is help.” Ace snarled, barely remembering that he was handling ornaments probably older than himself. Marco rolled his eyes and leaned back against the far wall.
“You’ve got it just fine without me.”
“Clearly not if you keep complaining you dick!” Ace hissed, tossing a wad of tinsel at him. It exploded into many short strings of tinsel, spraying the area and Marco in glittery confetti. “Either help me or stop riding my ass!”
Ray smirked, opening his mouth to say something with a glint in his eyes—
“Don’t.” Marco snapped, brushing the tinsel off of his clothes. Ray seemed to deflate a little as he sighed, rolling his eyes as he stood up and looked into another unopened box.
“Fine. Be that way.” Ray muttered, pulling out a string of lights that had wound up into a right ball. “How much tinsel and string lights do we need anyway?” Ace almost wept when Marco finally got off the wall and dragged open a box, efficiently unwinding the lights like it didn’t take Ace himself twenty minutes to accomplish the task on his own.
At some point, Ace is going to suspect this was all on purpose just to fuck with him.
“The point is to fill up the tree all the way to the top. Ornaments go on last so they don’t catch on the tinsel, lights, or popcorn. We got a bigger tree this year so we should be able to use everything this time.” Marco commented lightly, eyeing the string of lights in his hands. “The candy canes are to fill in any gaps left over.”
In a flash of blue fire, Marco transformed and started plucking up lights as Ray fed the line efficiently. Arching around the tree ever higher as he picked at them until he was pleased with their placement on the thick branches.
“Oh, now you guys decide to be useful! Couldn’t have done that an hour ago, huh!?” Ace huffed, picking at another wad of tinsel as he debated if it was worth trying to shoot Marco out of the air with it.
Marco slammed into the ground behind Ace, clicking his beak inches from his ear with a loud clack as a warning.
“Don’t even think about it, yoi~” Marco cooed, tugging on a stray loop of tinsel just to watch it explode open in Ace’s hands.
“Shit!” Ace cursed, tripping over the sudden mass of loose decoration at his feet, the other two laughing at him as they started on the tinsel. “You know, the fact that you both can do this just fine on your own is really starting to piss me off!” Ace growled as he crawled out from under an ever-growing pile of decorations.
“Maybe we just wanted to decorate with you, sweetheart.” Ray laughed, reaching down to help him up. “No one else is brave enough to argue with Marco over decorations.”
“You manage just fine.” Marco scoffed, plucking at a line of tinsel with his talons as he did more minor adjustments.
“Well, that’s because I know you don’t bite…” Marco and Ace gave Ray a look. “Much.” Ray brushed off Ace’s hair as a rain of glitter and tinsel bits fell to the ground. Ace huffed, glancing at Ray with a sullen expression. The older man just smiled, adjusting his glasses with his Christmas sweater threaded with stray bits of tinsel. Horrendously, it looked all too similar to his floral shirts. But no less terrible than Marco’s, which was decorated solely with pineapples and candy canes.
To say nothing of his own sweater with cheery skulls and fire that he was too touched to throw out and too embarrassed to admit he loved to pieces.
“There. Now, we can add the popcorn and move onto the real decorations.” Marco declared, plucking the end of the chain impatiently.
“He’s just mad he’s not allowed to eat it.” Ray whispered conspiratorially to Ace. If Marco heard—which he definitely did—he didn’t act like it. Tossing the popcorn string along the branches in gentle curves along the branches until he reached the bottom.
Wanting to get it over with before something else happens, Ace opened a nearby box and looked inside.
The decorations were carefully swaddled porcelain. A set of some kind, featuring small rats with individual decorations. One was gleefully riding a scooter with packages in it’s paws. Another in a dress with a sewing needle shoved into a popcorn bit as an umbrella. One with a tree and a cute couple on a pocket watch. It was weird but cute. Ray plucked the and handed them to Marco to distribute to his liking.
They both looked oddly nostalgic about the decorations as they were placed on the tree one by one.
More traditional decorations such as bells, balls, and snowflakes were equally distributed with no real determination. Occasionally another unique set or decoration would pop up and would be handled with care. Ace assumed that they were bought or made by a specific crew member but refrained from asking. Just glad he wasn’t being buried alive in tinsel again.
There was a set of spun glass decorations that looked like different types of booze that got a good laugh though.
“Pft. Who’s are these? Oyaji’s?” Ace asked, holding up one that was no bigger than his thumb. Marco let out a bark of laugher, plucking it from Ace’s hand.
“Yeah. One year he was banned from drinking during the holiday and tried to sneak some in anyway. The nurses got him this set as ‘the closest he was getting to real booze until well after the new year’.” Marco grinned, hanging them up cheerfully with Ray handing them over as he went.
Of course, as they got further up the tree, it mostly just turned into Ray and Ace holding up ornaments for Marco to pluck and place as he pleased. Thankfully, Marco didn’t have nearly as much complaints when he was the one putting up the ornaments.
Finally, there was only one thing left. The tree topper.
“Uh… isn’t there supposed to be something at the top?” Ace asked, sneaking himself a candy cane to eat. Ray rolled his eyes but allowed it, stealing one for himself.
“There’s a competition every year where Oyaji decides the best tree topper. Last year Izo made a paper lantern with a light dial inside it and he didn’t stop preening for weeks.” Ray explained.
“Oh… Are there rules to it?” Ace asked curiously. Marco sighed, stretching his back out as he admired the tree.
“No fire for obvious reasons. Nothing too big for the tree or messy. Other than that, it’s free game. Oyaji keeps the winning tree toppers on a shelf in his room after the tree goes down.” Marco informed him, taking the time to ruffle his hair vigorously. “I expect you’ll do well!”
“Hey! Who said I was competing?!” Ace yelped, smoothing back down his hair from the mess Marco made to no avail.
“I’m pretty excited to see what you come up with myself.” Ray agreed. Ace scowled at the two of them and their shit eating grins.
“Either one of you would make good tree toppers, you know…” Ace grumbled mutinously.
“Oh, you want to use our feathers for your tree topper? That’s so sweet of you, Ace! I’ll see if I have any good feathers lying around to give you. What do you say, Marco? Should we help Ace win this year?” Ray asked cheerily. Marco rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Hmm… I think I can manage, yeah. I look forward to seeing the results, Ace.” Marco conceded, much to Ace’s displeasure.
“H-How the hell am I supposed to make a tree topper out of feathers?!” Ace grumbled, face burning almost to the point of combustion. Ray smiled softly and kissed his cheek.
“You’re resourceful. I know you can figure it out!” Ray declared.
Naturally, Ace couldn’t stand down after that.
And his crafted tree topper looked beautiful on top of the tree. Made of cinnamon, myrrh, and vanilla sticks woven into a nest. Cradling a bird made of clear spun glass with one of Marco’s feathers inside it, casting light across the iridescent pigeon feathers and beads that peaked through the spice nest. It glowed softly, even in the dark, with a delicate array of light. Absolutely worth the three days Ace spent trying to melt glass by hand before someone took pity on him and showed him where he could find a proper furnace on the island they were docked on.
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ramblingdisaster73 · 1 year
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Tarlosweeklyprompts - 12 days of Tarlos - Day 4: Decorating the Christmas Tree
Carlos & TK compromised, buying 2 Christmas trees - Follow up to "How do we Choose"
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icelynodette · 4 months
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dianaleaghmatthews · 4 months
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Guest Post: What kind of Christmas tree topper will you use this year? by Becky Van Vleet
It’s a pleasure to host Becky Van Vleet as she shares a Christmas memory and how it inspired her creativity. She’s also hosting the day over on my Facebook page: Leagh’s Little Bit of Christmas. We’d love to have you join us. What kind of Christmas tree topper will you use this year? The tree topper that appears at the top of our Christmas tree every year is a plastic angel, old and broken. She…
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