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One of my go-to Christmas specials from my childhood is Santabear's High Flying Adventure, but it was only a few years ago that I learned the special was based on a promotional character for a chain of stores in the Midwest that was so popular that not only did they release a new plush of him each year, they put out all kinds of other merchandise, too (searching ebay reveals a lot of mugs, among other things). Now, I knew that post special, Santabear's love interest, Miss Bear (Missy in the special) was added to the plush/merch roster, but it was only this year that I learned that for a few years, from 1988 to 1991, so was the special's antagonist, Bully Bear!

To be fair, for two of those years, a couple of other characters from the special were also included, but it is just wild to me that the bad guy was featured so prominently. And what's really amusing to me is that since the art style used doesn't give the characters mouths, and Bully Bear is characterized by having "mean eyebrows," he just ends up looking so done all the time:

(images from The Detroit Historical Society)

By 1990, Bully Bear was considered a friend, so here are a few thoughts I have on how his redemption arc went, based on the merchandise:

In the special, Bully Bear is seeking revenge against Santa Claus for rejecting him as a Santa's Helper, and plans to deliver ruined presents to sully Santa's reputation. He's stopped, of course, and is taken to jail at the end.

As part of the plot, Santabear and Missy bonded by writing a song, and the theme for the next year's merchandise was Santabear putting together a musical group (The Polar Club), presumably to perform for the residents of the North Pole. I would like to think that if there had been a special for this year, the plot would have revolved around the production of that performance. But things keep going wrong, all over the North Pole. Unbeknownst to anyone, this is due to Bully Bear, who escaped from prison and is now sneakily causing chaos all over the North Pole, with the goal of sowing discord in Santa's workshop and ruining Christmas. Everyone is blaming each other for the mishaps, hampering production, and even threatening to cancel Christmas!

With tensions running so high, Santabear is even more determined to make the performance perfect, but his final song is missing something. While sneaking around, Bully Bear hears Santabear working on it, and in spite of himself, he reveals himself to help Santabear with the song. Santabear is skeptical, but he has a big heart and is willing to give Bully Bear a chance, even if Missy is not as forgiving.

But oh no! The penguin cops show up, on the lookout for Bully Bear, and the show will never be finished if he goes back to jail! What to do? Make the penguins part of the show, of course. While they're busy rehearsing, the bears are able to finish the show while keeping Bully Bear hidden. And maybe Bully Bear is even enjoying himself while being part of the group?

On the night of the big show, disaster strikes again: Santabear is sick and can't go on! There's only one solution: Bully Bear has to pretend to be Santabear and perform in his place (it's a major plot point in the special that these two look exactly alike). The performance goes great, but while Bully Bear was on stage, the cops found the sick Santabear and assume that he's actually Bully Bear! In a move that shocks everyone, especially himself, Bully Bear reveals the truth, including all the things he did that others were blamed for. But Santabear and Missy also surprise everyone by going up to bat for him, telling everyone that he was responsible for making the show so good, and that they've seen a different side of him, much as he'd hate to admit it. Santa steps in and is willing to give Bully Bear a second chance, mostly because of Santabear vouching for him. The penguin cops are not pleased, but Santa's the authority there, so they agree to go back to the South Pole, though one of them stays behind to act as Bully Bear's parole officer of sorts.

I don't have nearly as many thoughts about the following years, but I imagine that the next year would involve an expedition to somewhere (the theme was based on the 1990 International Trans-Antarctica Expedition), and Bully Bear would do something that would prove once and for all that he had turned himself around, probably saving everyone when he had the chance to only save himself.

The next year's theme was "Santabear's Dream Adventure," which apparently already has a story, but I haven't been able to find a scan of it, only the shorter tag that was on Miss Bear and Bully Bear, which mentions that Santabear hasn't been able to sleep, so they make him a dream basket. And since a lot of the merch has the bears (in their pajamas) baking cookies, I think that at first Santabear would try to hide the fact that he couldn't sleep, using the cookie baking as a cover. Plus, then you could have the meme:

Missy: It's 4'o clock in the morning. Why on earth are you baking chocolate chip cookies? Santabear: Because I've lost control of my life.

The last year to feature Bully Bear was a straight up cookie theme that also had its own story, and I was able to find a few pages of it, which I mention mostly because they confirm Bully Bear is a good guy now, or at the very least not a troublemaker. The fun thing about this year is each of the plushes came with a cookie cutter of the character, so you could make your own "so done" Bully Bear cookies:

In 2000, Santabear and Miss Bear finally got married, and it would have been nice if Bully Bear came back for that (someone has to be the best man bear!). The mouse came back when the theme was The Nutcracker (1997), and he hadn't been included since 1989.

#sometimes I think too hard about kids merchandise too #santabear #santabear's high flying adventure #bully bear #missy bear #miss bear #christmas

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churipu · 5 months

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Idk if u take requests rn, but if you do, could you write fluffy moments with jjk men (pls include toji, i rlly wanna see him w fluff because there is like none) you fav would be cuddling, but you do whatever you want <3 Also, don't stress yourself when writing i, and please take breaks <33

JJK MEN + FLUFFY MOMENTS (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

featuring. toji fushiguro, gojo satoru, nanami kento x reader

warnings. jjk men being softies

note. i just read the most heart wrenching nanami fic, i think i'm not okay at all </3 but hi anon, thank you for requesting this — this is exactly what i needed after reading angst. i apologize if it took a long time to get this out omg, i hope you like it.

and guys, omg???? 700+ followers? i genuinely never expected my works to be recognized by so much, and meeting new writers here and there, making friends, makes me so happy (i'm not crying) i love u all so so so so much, u guys rock, ily all <;33

TOJI FUSHIGURO

hated talking about the future, but ever since he met you — he rambles about it.

toji has always thought his future was nothing interesting, he kills people for a living, gets money off of it and he gambles. that's about it, so what was there to think about in the future?

meeting you was the firsts to a lot of things in his life.

toji grew up in a loveless household full of anger, and lust for power. which is why he is who he is today. distant, aloof, detached. people tell him he'd be nothing without his strength and face, there is no denying that toji fushiguro has a face card. he knows that.

so when he first met you, all he expected was like every other day. people caring about his face, and only that — and he'd play along although he's had enough of it, but no; you didn't care about all that.

face, money, strength. none of that.

he vaguely remembered the first time you spoke to him: "hey, mind helping me grab that box of cereal?" and he expected you to hit on him after, but you left it at that, muttering out a thanks and then leaving him in the aisle alone.

then for some reason he meets you again, the very next month. asking him the exact same thing, asking for help to take the cereal box which happened to be on the very top of the shelf. god knows why, both you and him just made it a routine every month after that. no communications about meeting and all. you both kind of just, met right in the cereal aisle on one particular day in the month, and then leave.

on the fifth month, he finally asks for your number.

"toji, is that your way of asking me out? because if it is, i'm disappointed."

"maybe."

and then you both kind of just sealed it; you're dating. nothing much changed, every month both you and him still go to the cereal aisle — he still helps you with grabbing the box from the shelf. the only difference was that now the two of you leave together.

toji hates talking about his future. but with you? he could go on for a whole day. he rambles about what he thinks and what he wants in the future with you.

"i wan' to get married. i wan' to marry you," did it caught you by surprise? yes. yes it did, "i wan' to have a family with you, a nice little family. i wan' to have a son so i could throw him around — but a girl is okay too, i can protect her from boys, i'll love them both equally. but i don't think i'll be a good dad to them. i'm scared they won't like me."

"toji, what? where did that come from?"

his back was pressed to your chest as you both lay down on the bed, one of your leg draped over his torso and he has his hand on your plush thigh, squeezing it every once in a while.

"i don't know. just a thought, i never talked about my future with anyone before," his body vibrated as he grunted, leaning his head back a bit, "i just don't think i'll be a good father, y'know?" he squeezed your thigh.

"why do you think so?" you asked him, placing your chin on the crown of his head.

"i just think so."

"stop thinking then," you chuckles, draping an arm around his neck, caressing his throat so softly it made the male shudder under your touch — but he didn't mind, he took comfort under your skin.

"can't." his voice was not stern or bold, it was soft and serene. he laced his fingers with yours, kissing your knuckles gently, "i can't believe 'm saying this, but 'm worried about my future. 'm a little scared."

just the fact he was admitting that he's scared about something was mind boggling, because the toji fushiguro? who kills people? was admitting that he was actually terrified of something, which wasn't even the strongest sorcerer. it's his future.

you were silent, letting him talk because when else would he be able to be like this?

"'m terrified. 'm scared i won't make you happy. what if i don't make you happy? what if my kids hate me?" so many questions that you don't even have the answer to, but you placed your hand over his lips, shutting him up.

toji grumbled, he swiped his tongue over your palm.

"ew!" you laugh, wiping your hand on his shirt, "but why're you suddenly talking about this all? which videos have you been watching again?"

"nothing, can't i think about my own future with you?" he shuffles, turning to face you, prepping an arm under his head as he stares down at you. not in the condescending way — he stared at you with so much desperation for love, he slowly blinks, the glint in his eyes never changing.

"why out of the blue?"

"jus' because."

you poked his cheek, "liar."

he sighs, latching his hand onto your hips, pulling you close. he buries his head into your shoulder in content, "jus' worried about it, i never think about my future in the past. but now — with you, i jus' worry about it because i didn't think i'd make it 'till now."

you chuckled, rubbing the back of his head lightly, "you remember that one time in the park when you see that little boy crying over spilled ice cream?"

he hums softly.

"and you bought him another ice cream, but asked me to be the one to give it to him because you were scared you'd scare him off instead?" you ask him, your fingers tangling with his hair lightly.

"yeah."

"you'll be fine, toji." you tell him.

"y'think so?" he retorts back, squirming a bit.

"i know so."

GOJO SATORU

he has to know about everything that you like, he needs to know why you like them. every. single. thing.

gojo chased after you. you were one tough cookie, he likes a chase. he's so used to people fawning over his looks that when you didn't — he just has to know your name.

the curiosity to know your name ended up pulling him in a spiral of this little thing called "love". gojo swore it was just curiosity, but everyone else besides him thinks otherwise, he promised himself and people around that he didn't like you, he was just, well, curious.

but curiosity doesn't look like that. gojo finds himself asking people about what type of boys you like, and when he finds out about it — he tries his best to be your type. he promised he was just curious.

gojo tries finding out what your favorite flower is, and when he finds out about it, he's out there sending big bouquets of it to you. he promised he was just curious.

gojo tries finding out what your favorite genre of music is, and when he finds out, he listens to them so he could talk about it with you. he promised he was just curious.

gojo tries finding out what your favorite series or movie is, and when he finds out, he watches them all intently so he could talk about them with you and hate on characters together with you. and he still promises that he was just curious.

he was just curious, he kept telling that to himself. so why does it bother him when you were out with another guy? another guy that's not him. not gojo satoru.

gojo asks you about who it was, and when you tell him it's nobody important, he gets upset about it.

"why are you so upset?"

"i'm just..curious."

"it's none of your business."

he left it at that. his whole week was ruined, he couldn't stop thinking about it. about you. and then he finally realizes, he wasn't curious — he was in love. so there he was, in front of your door at two in the morning.

"what?"

"who was that guy?"

"gojo, you're still onto that?" you ask him, tired, "i said it's none of your business. you're here at two just to ask me about that?"

"it's my business because i'm in love with you, damn it!"

gojo was half grateful when you told him it was your distant cousin, but half embarrassed as well. all's well ends well. he gets you in the end, and he doesn't have to worry about anything else — nothing in the world matters to him but you.

"baby, what do you recommend?" was one of the most spoken phrases he has delivered to you.

in restaurants, dessert bars, convenience store, movie theaters, anything you could recommend him, he'd ask for it.

"why do you always ask? don't you have your own preference, satoru? i'm not even sure if you'll like my recommendations though," he smiles at you, tracing small circled on the back of your hand.

"i want to know about everything that you like, and why you like them. i want to know everything about you," you look at him and smiled, honestly, what did we ever do to deserve him?

"why?"

"because i love you." yeah, he wasn't just curious. he's in love. and deep.

NANAMI KENTO

he always orders food that you like, and shares some with you — even if you didn't ask for it.

nanami never expected to be in relationships. in fact, relationships was the last thing in his mind — but when he met you, he just kind of felt attracted. he seeks for your comfort whenever he's tired, and when you weren't there, nanami just sort of drowns in himself until he could see you or hear your voice.

at the beginning of your relationship, nanami was never the one to initiate things because he wasn't an experienced male in relationships. you ask him and he just sort of do it without any other complaints.

but as time goes on, he get the hang of it. what he should do and what he shouldn't — it's adorable, he's started doing things that he never thought he would do in his life, but here he was sitting by your side; peeling apples for you because you wanted them.

"kento, eat some. it's going to be finished by the time you finish peeling every one of them," you joked, your legs on top of his thighs.

nanami hums softly, "it's okay. as long as you like it."

nanami doesn't realize the weigh of his sweet words sometimes, he does it and asks himself to why you were reacting like that. sweet talk is his vocabulary. he says it with no worries, telling you things you've always wanted to hear but never say.

but one thing that always stuck to him and you from the first time you got close up to now was: nanami always orders things that you like. you never understood the reason behind it, and when you tried asking him about it, he just tells you he was craving it.

it didn't seem odd at first — but as time goes on, his whole taste was just an exact copy of yours.

if you get something different than your usual menu, nanami will get your usual menu because he knows damn well that you're going to end up wanting them. although you don't tell him when the food comes, nanami makes it his job to share with you. and that's really sweet of him.

but when you get your usual menu, nanami orders something with elements that you like in them and shares them with you even without you asking for a bite. and not only that, he didn't share a spoonful — he shared a lot.

"ken, you don't have to share with me. i have my own food." you tell him, despite your heart tugging you to just let him share because you were too shy to say that you wanted a bite.

"it's alright sweetheart. i'm a little full." he lies. he ends up snacking on something on midnight, and it's now a routine.

so in exchange for that, you always make it your job to stock up foods ranging from small snacks like biscuits, chips, up to instant or pre-heated food. even cutting up fruits so nanami could snack on it, and he caught on to it pretty quick.

but he didn't complain, he likes it when you do it.

"ken, i cut out some mangoes and dragon fruit. you can eat them if you're hungry."

"thank you y/n."

mutual wins.

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