#source: mrs claus

[ariel-seagull-wings]

@thealmightyemprex @themousefromfantasyland

Louis Tully : Well, if you wouldn't mind a little advice from a Johnny-come-lately like me?

Walter Peck : No, please.

Louis Tully : I so admire your fervour, Mr. Peck. But, I don't believe anyone likes to be shouted at.

Walter Peck : Well, I shout so my message can be heard.

Louis Tully : Perhaps if you try talking to these fellas without bringing your soapbox.

[freakartack]

voice-anon again, yeah Ive been trying to figure out how you’d imagine Mona’s voice, too. Shes always presented as Ms Popular Nice Girl Cheerleader, and you always draw her lanky and a bit geekier, like a Wari-otaku who hangs out with aliens and nerds out about showing them the world and mischievously messing with their preconceived notions of Earth with little white lies.

LOL yea I had always drawn her pretty lanky but i think over time she kinda stretched out like a rubber band. What's funny is that the first time i drew her i hadn't gotten to know her well enough to realize just how how wacky she was - my goal was originally just to draw an Extremely Teenager teenager, but the design kind of grew into itself that way. that was a LONG time ago, holy crap.

I do think she's still really popular though, just not in the stereotypical sense. One of my favorite things about mona is that she always comes out on top just by being unapologetically Mona - she can beat out powerful corporate rivals and established pop stars just because she's so darn likable. She's very friendly and doesn't hide who she is no matter how strange she may be, and she always speaks her mind. I think she just naturally draws people in because of that, and I also think she's the type of person to go out of her way to make everyone feel included no matter what - she treats orbulon the alien like one of her own and she's even the first to offer a friendship to Ashley, who is notoriously troubled and difficult to befriend. She's friends with everyone, not just a clique, and that's what makes her the best.

Well...almost everyone.

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Day 15 — Mrs. Claus

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 2600

Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, pet names, oral (female receiving), teasing, fingering, lots of dirty talk, unprotected vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note || Apologises with the delay on this, I got very carried away. This piece was supposed to be posted on the 15th.

Disclaimers || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Advent Calendar 2023

The soft glow of the fairy lights adorning your bedroom was the main source of illumination, casting a warm and inviting ambiance—shadows playing sensually on the walls. The air was infused with the heady aroma of scented candles, their fragrance creating a symphony of sensual notes—vanilla, cinnamon, and a hint of musk.

Bucky was seated on the end of the bed, adorned with silky sheets and plush pillows. The mattress supported his weight as he eagerly awaited you and the early Christmas present you had promised him.

The anticipation pulsed as the bathroom door creaked open, and out you strutted—a vision of holiday allure. Your short, little crimson dress hugged every curve of your tantalizing body; the view ignited a spark in Bucky’s gaze as he eyed you up and down. With the black pumps and the Santa hat perched on your head, Bucky instantly got hard, a silent curse eliciting deep within.

He watched your sultry movement, the room radiating with your suggestive presence as you approached him. The playful twinkle in your eyes matched the mischievous curve of your lips.

Bucky leaned back, propping himself on his palms on the mattress as you stood between his open legs. He was entirely captivated by the intoxicating sight before him, his eyes surveying every inch of you up close, palms twitching in need to peel off your slutty Mrs. Claus dress and accessories. Your nipples hardened under his gaze, panties becoming damp with desire.

“Fuck, you look incredible, doll,” he groaned, palming his hard cock.

“An early Christmas present for your eyes only,” you purred, your voice a seductive melody that sent shivers down his spine.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, baby,” he declared, reaching out and grabbing your ass with a firm grip, fingers digging into your flesh. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling delicately on the strands as he kneaded your cheeks.

“I can’t wait to unwrap and play with you,” he murmured. You moaned softly, pussy throbbing with need at his erotic promise. His hands slid up your thighs, fingertips dancing on your sensitive flesh, making you shiver. He traced the outline of your panties, nuzzling his face in the fuzzy fabric of your dress.

He slipped his hand underneath them, fingers finding your wetness, and his other grabbed a firm grip on your hip. You gasped, eyelids fluttering as he rubbed against your clit. “Oh, yes,” you breathed.

His heavy-lidded eyes gazed into yours. “I’m gonna peel off this slutty little dress, slip these panties off, and taste that delicious cunt of yours,” he groaned, pressing the pad of his fingers hard against your aching clit. You whimpered your needs and desires of getting your pussy eaten and fucked to perfection by him.

He tutted playfully, retracting his hand from your panties, sucking off the wetness from his fingers. “Eager are we, doll? This is my present, and I get to examine and explore it before playing with it properly.”

Your heart raced, your breathing quickened, and body trembled in anticipation. His eyes glittered with mischief, and you knew he would make you beg for it.

He stood up from the bed, leaning over you, his hot breath tickling your ear, the heat of his body radiating against yours. “Tell me, doll, how badly do you want me to eat your pussy? Taste that sweet cunt of yours?” he whispered, tongue tracing the shell of your ear. You shuddered, voice coming out in a breathless whisper. “Please, Bucky, I need you,” you begged, voice shaking with desire. “Good girl,” he smirked, eyes glinting with lust.

He laid you gently on the bed, hovering on top, and his mouth descended on yours in a searing kiss.

You could feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh, and your body ignited with desire. He broke the kiss, lips trailing down your neck, tongue teasing your skin, teeth gently nipping. “I’m gonna eat your pussy, doll,” he growled, voice low and husky, “and you’re gonna beg me for more.”

You shuddered, pussy wet with need. “Fuck, please, Bucky. I can’t take it anymore.” you pleaded. He chuckled, fingers tracing the outline of your pussy through the damp panties, making you moan and buck your sex towards him. “Hmm, I won’t be so giving, to begin with, baby,” he sneered. “I’ll play and tease my present to begin with, pull your panties to the side and have a taste until you cry for me to unwrap you, eat your pussy properly, and then pound you hard into the mattress till you scream my name and your pussy quivers.” You cursed silently. His words alone could make you come apart.

He spread your lush legs, nestling comfortably between them as his fingers trailed up and down your inner thighs. His mouth mere inches from your covered core, making you squirm beneath him as his hot breath fanned across your wetness.

With a rough groan, he slid your panties to the side, pressing a wet, sloppy kiss on your aching clit. Your back arched off the bed as you cried out in pleasure, hands gripping the sheets as he continued to tease and torment you. He moved his mouth down, licking and sucking at your folds. “Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” you moaned, body trembling. He chuckled, tongue swirling around your clit, making you moan even louder. “You like that, huh?” he taunted, voice low and seductive. “Please don’t stop,” you begged, body aching for more. He chuckled at your neediness again before retracting from your core, making you cry out in frustration.

“Don’t worry, doll, I’m not done with you yet,” he growled. He gazed up at you, eyes dark with lust. “You’re gonna get everything you want and more.” And then he slid your panties off, revealing your wet, swollen cunt. He smiled, lips curling up in a wicked grin, uttering words that made your world shatter, “You have the prettiest pussy, doll.” He leaned down, tongue darting out to lick the entirety of your core, moaning at your taste. “You taste heavenly.”

You cried out, body aching into him as he continued to feast on you, tongue flicking and circling your clit. “Oh, god, that’s so good,” you whimpered, hands gripping the sheets as he continued to devour you. The tips of his fingers prodded your entrance, slowly pushing one in, the other following soon after, stretching and filling you to perfection, making you tangle your fingers in his hair as he used his mouth and fingers to build your toe-curling bliss.

“Baby, I’m so close,” you gasped, your body trembling with pleasure. He hummed, fingers thrusting deeper inside you, tongue lapping and flicking harder on your clit, making you cry out in ecstasy as you came hard.

Bucky smiled against your throbbing clit, lazily lapping at the sensitive nub, fingers still thrusting in and out of you, making you mewl and squirm beneath him as he worked you through the bliss.

“That felt so good,” you giggled breathlessly, combing your fingers through his hair as he gazed up at you lovingly, kissing your thigh. His fingers slid out, making you hiss at the loss of him. “I love making you come for me like that, doll. You look so breathtakingly beautiful,” he hummed, pressing a light kiss on your wet, swollen sex.

His fingers danced across your heated skin as he inched his way upward, lips grazing your collarbone, nipping at the sensitive skin. “I can’t wait to unwrap you completely and fuck you,” he murmured. His breath was hot against your neck as he continued to press open-mouth kisses on your flesh, whispering dirty promises. And finally, his lips met yours in a searing kiss, tongue tracing your lower lip, begging for deeper exploration. You opened eagerly for him, your tongue gliding and tangling with his.

“This dress needs to go,” he groaned, tugging it down gently, exposing more of your compelling skin. Your bra was the last thing to go, leaving you naked and vulnerable before him. “You’re a goddess, doll,” he whispered, voice husky with desire and love. Your body was a masterpiece to him, every curve and line perfectly sculpted. He was left breathless each time you lay naked below him. “I’m a lucky guy that gets to unwrap this perfection of a present.”

He leaned down, capturing your nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on the peaked bud. You moaned, hands tangling in his hair as he lavished attention on your breasts. “Hmm, you’re so good at that, Bucky,” you hummed, body tingling with pleasure.

“I need to fuck you, or else I’m about to make a mess in my pants,” he chuckled, voice low and sultry.

His cock was hard and aching, throbbing in need to be let out and fuck your tight little cunt. He quickly discarded his sweater, his chiseled physique a temptation in the soft illumination of the room. You eyed him hungrily as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. His cock strained his underwear, creating a mouth-watering dent. All you wanted was to get down on your knees, worship his body and make a mess of yourself as you slurped and sucked his dick.

But you were deeply needy for each other, wanting to feel one another in the most intimate way possible, so you laid back, spreading your legs open wide, inviting him in. He positioned himself between your lush thighs, hands cupping the back of them, spreading you wider.

“Need to feel you inside me,” you purred, body trembling with anticipation. He rid himself of the underwear, his cock springing to life before you.

He pressed the leaking tip at your entrance, teasing you with the head that was swollen with desire. “Oh, Bucky, please,” you pleaded with a cry. He chuckled, hands gripping your waist as he glided his cock inside your tight walls, filling you up to perfection.

“You’re so tight and perfect, doll,” he groaned with shivers running down his spine. Your body was tight and hot, squeezing him like a vice, making him moan and thrust harder. “You fuck me so good, baby,” you whined.

He continued to thrust into you with long, deep strokes. Your body was heaven—tight pussy that enveloped his cock to perfection and perfect tits that bounced with each grounding thrust. Your every movement, every noise made him moan louder, thrusting into you with a feral rhythm, losing himself in you and the pleasure.

His cock hit your sweet spot, making you moan and see stars. Your hips buckled against him, body shivering with pleasure. He grunted, hips slamming against yours, cock throbbing inside you, ready to burst.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he grunted, pulling out of your tight walls, jerking himself off, and releasing his load all over your stomach and breasts in a flood of blissful ecstasy.

You gasped, your body and empty pussy quivering as you watched him come apart. You were painted to perfection with his warm and sticky cum, a beautiful canvas before him.

His cock twitched as the last spurt left his body, his breath labored as he came down from the high of orgasm. You wore a smile on your face at watching him lose himself in you and violently paint you with his seed. But that smile turned into a pout as he hadn’t given you your release. Your pussy was aching, needy, and begging to be stuffed and made quiver. Bucky never left you unsatisfied, and you trusted that whatever plan he had to make you come once more would be mind-blowing, whether it be with his cock, tongue, or fingers.

As if he could read your mind, he stroked your cheek, his eyes holding promises of more love and pleasure. “Don’t worry, doll. I haven’t forgotten about you,” he said, thumb teasing your clit, rubbing it in slow circles.

Your teeth nibbled your lower lip, body tingling with pleasure as he continued to tease your clit, making you ache for more. “You’re so hot,” he groaned, eyes devouring your body. “I want to taste you, feel you come all over my face again.” He kissed you with passion before ghosting his lips over your cum covered body, seeking out your deprived cunt.

“You know how much I love to eat a freshly fucked pussy,” he hummed, face inches from your swollen folds and engorged clit. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling on the strands in a silent beg for him to devour you. His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking hard, making you cry and buck against his face. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cried out, body shaking.

He continued to suck and lick your clit, making you cry out in ecstasy. He slid two fingers inside your tightness, curling them to stroke your g-spot, making you convulse on the bed and see stars. Bucky builds you up to a toe-curling and body-rocking bliss that would fuck you up.

“Oh, god, you’re gonna make me come,” you sobbed, the pleasure an intense bliss. “Be a good girl and come for me.” You came hard, your body trembling, cunt quivering, your orgasm rocking you to the core.

You came all over his face, your juices making a mess of himself, you, and the bedding. He continued to lick and suck your clit, curling his fingers inside your pulsating walls until your orgasm subsided, your body sated from the pleasure. He pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied grin on his face. “You taste so good.” He pressed a light lingering kiss on your oversensitive clit, making you jolt and gasp. “You fucked me up so good, babe,” you giggled breathlessly. He chuckled, lavishing kisses on your thighs as you hummed in response. “You’re incredible, you know that, doll? Best early Christmas present I could have asked for.”

He crawled up your body, covering his mouth with yours, devouring you in a passionate kiss. You smiled through the passion, reveling in the afterglow of your otherworldly bliss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, kissing him back with equal ferocity; your tongues danced together, tasting each other as you grind your naked bodies together.

“The whole point of this was for me to deliver you the best early Christmas present ever, not the other way around,” you giggled between kisses. “I was supposed to be on my knees this whole evening and worship you, babe,” you purred, fisting his hardness and jerking his slick cock,” but you got me sidetracked with your dirty words, tongue, and fingers.”

He groaned, eyes devouring your body and your hand pumping his cock. “Well, you were pretty irresistible, doll, in that slutty little Mrs. Claus dress. I couldn’t help myself, and you know how much I enjoy and love giving you pleasure.”

He moaned as you continued to pump his aching cock, slowly thrusting into your palm, chasing his second orgasm. “Hmm, how about we continue this in the shower, babe? I can show you exactly what my original intent was for your early Christmas present,” you purred. Bucky nodded eagerly, cock twitching, ready to burst all over you again, but with a giggle, you released him. “Not yet, baby,” you tutted teasingly. “Now it's my turn to tease and torment, just like you did me…”

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[brucewaynehater101]

For the Tim is Santa and Mrs. Claus's grandson thing

Who on earth ever said that Tim was half human?

Janet wanted desperately to be "normal" in some odd form of rebellion and possibly because of something akin to love, jury's out as to whether it was actually love or not, for Jack, who Janet thought was the epitome of a normal human person.

Janet believed it was "normal" to get married so she said yes when Jack asked.

Janet was peer pressured by a lot of sources that it is "normal" for women to have children after marriage. She believed it was "normal" to want an "heir" for the business. Jack didn't actually help with the whole having a child thing because he was more interested in travel and anything except having children. He always talked about having them later, later, later. But everyone around Janet told her it was a normal thing to have a child and her biological clock was ticking and wasn't it odd for her to still not have a child even though she and Jack had been married for more than a year and all this over and over and so she had Tim.

It's just normal for children to look like the person their mother married, isn't it?

Tim is Janet's child, full stop.

He is also basically a newborn for his kind and it's going to take a long time for anything particularly noticeable to develop. Like extending his longevity to others, improving the mental and emotional stability of those around him, general durability....

Of course, Tim is quite precocious isn't he?

Oh? Jack is not Tim Drake's biological father AU with a twist??

Hm... Would that make Tim technically a clone? Did Janet did asexual reproduction?

Wait... I know we're blaming magic (I think) for this, but would this make Tim technically trans? Janet theoretically only has XX chromosomes (unless her non-human biology is different). Or is he magically assigned male gender at birth? I'm all for any, I'm just a little bit too curious about the exact mechanics

Good for Janet and good for Tim. I'm also imagining Tim doing shit waaaaay too early for their kind and Janet just cooing and babbling how adorable her kid is for being the very best

[popsunner]

Hello!!! It is Christmas season! I know it is late for most of this. But when you see this I NEED you to look so hard. My mama has an Etsy shop, and she’s super self conscious about her art, she calls it a seamstress’s hobby, but it’s beautiful.

She still uses the account my sister made for them when she wanted to try business and selling art and my mom was backing her 100%, I’m working on building her a new one that’s not Etsy but I’m not sure what sites are good. Preferably any suggestions for sites would also be able to be like a gallery, for things she doesn’t want to sell or just to showcase her work! If any of my art besties or sale besties have suggestions, I would love that.

Also, if you’re looking for a nice handmade gift that’s on the pricey end because it’s handmade, her stuff is timeless. Or if you know rich people or if your parents like you enough to post Facebook posts you wrote for them. Pretty please boost for my lovely mama.

She cleans, spins, and dyes her own wool for her projects, this is a Mrs. Claus with bendable fingers she just finished for my grandma!

Especially with the boycotts and how terrible capitalism is, consider supporting a small artist who sources everything ethically!!

[deadandphilgames]

https://www.tumblr.com/deadandphilgames/738261352608677888/chaotic-dp-prediction-for-2024-go?source=share

found this post again and now its august and so far you've correctly predicted 2.5/5 (return of dapc, drinking game and im counting the sending love and orange heart thing for half the bday tweet prediction) . now im scared of the tour merch..... i fear the sequel to danhub might be upon us... and the worst part is this would even fit with the colour scheme 😭 id say we're getting christmas baking since theyre not home during halloween. baking with mid-tour energy. i fear this will be the end of the phandom. i dont know if we're making it out of this year allie.

oh my god onlyphans tour merch...your mind!!! my post was a joke why do i have a 50% success rate with the predictions😭 they will be putting the ho in holidays during baking. slutty elves. or worse- mr and mrs claus roleplay 'youve been a bad boy. youre on my naughty list'. they will be trying to kill us

[intothemertensverse]

CHRISTMAS AND HOLIDAY PHIC 🎄❄️🎆

A collection of my Christmas and New Years stores from over the past years! Make sure to check the tags for ships and ratings before reading.

HERE COMES SANTA CLAWS - New pet owner Erik wants to take his beloved cat, Ayesha, to get her photo taken with the mall Santa.

THE NIGHT IS DARKER NOW - The year is 1980, and it is Christmas.{follow up to Pilgrim Soul}

MR. Y'S CHRISTMAS SURPRISE - Erik accidentally and inadvertently invents the ugly Christmas sweater.

SEASON'S SQUEAKINGS - It’s Erik’s first Christmas with Raoul and Christine, which means it’s also his first Christmas gift. (Rat AU)

AN INVITATION TO THE BALL OF THE YEAR - Erik attempts to invite Christine to the New Year’s Masquerade but accidentally walks in on more than he was bargaining for.

UNTIL MIDNIGHT - Christine asks to spend New Year’s Eve with Erik, certain that she can stay up until midnight.

A CLAUDIN CHRISTMAS - Erik and Christine’s Christmas, set four years after the end of The Nanny—Christine has a surprise gift for Erik.

I SAW MOMMY KISSING SANTA CLAUS - The holiday season is usually a source of joy, but for Gustave it becomes a source of worry after a visit from Santa Claus.

WHAT A SPLENDID PARTY - Convinced that Christine is an unfortunate victim of the Phantom, Nadir tags along on their date to a Christmas masquerade party and ends up entangling himself in a misunderstanding.

O TANNENBAUM - Erik tries to do something nice for Christine. Also, did someone say the Christmas tree in the market square is missing? How strange.

[ntls-24722]

Hey hi were you the one I saw a while back that had the Santa hyperfixation? You got a lotta Santa lore?

THAT WAS ME. HI

I have my own spin on him but some actual santa stuff i found out, if you're curious:

Father Christmas and Santa Claus are... two different things sorta. The way it went is that Father Christmas's deal is that he is the embodiment of christmas, and Christmas used to be a lot different in England, when it was about getting drunk, getting laid, and feasting - He was this "king of christmas" guy who carried around the yule log, had a crown of holly, and a wassail bowl (bowl of alcohol and spices). But Christmas eventually became about the gift-giving and stuff, and Santa Claus (the U.S-divergent Sinterklaas) did a way better job at being the embodiment of that than the "king of christmas", so Father Christmas became Santa Claus to change with the times. Most sources i found on this called it the "merging" of father christmas into Santa, but I personally like to think there are now just 2, near-identical santas.

Also, contrary to some belief, Father Christmas (and therefore santa) isn't Odin. English Christmas just stole a lot of shit from germanic pagan traditions that was reflected in Mr. "Embodiment of English Christmas."

And on that same note, the reindeer didn't come from Sleipnir - Various species of "Santas," as in, gift-givers of wintertime like Pere Noël and that bitch Sinterklaas, just generally have their own kinds of steeds and the one that became the most well known were a "whole lotta reindeer" when Sinterklaas came to the U.S and became Santa Claus. There's actually a Cajun subspecies of Pere Noël named Papa Noël who has 8 alligators towing his boat, which is the best thing I've ever heard, ever.

I truly don't know where the elf workshop thing came from, it may have just been an inference that he had some helpers the same way a poet inferred he had a wife and now Mrs.Claus is a canon part of Santa Claus folklore - but I can tell you santa used to be an elf! He used to be an elf with tiny tiny reindeer, but the thing is, when you draw a small person with nothing next to them for scale, they just look regular size, so people forgot about that. So Santa as we know him went from human to elf to human again.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

This just popped in my head but hear out….Chubby!Thor dressed as Santa for Tony’s annual kids Christmas party! With you being mrs. Claus!! 🥹🥹🤭🤭🤭

Santa Claus is Coming to Town

Chubby!Thor x plus size reader

The Avengers have a special guest coming to Christmas this year, Santa Claus! And what’s Santa without his Mrs Claus and maybe a little elf too

Warnings: fluff, pregnant reader

WC: 608

Minors DNI

“Ho! Ho! Ho!” A deep voice came from down the hall, immediately sending the small throng of children into a screaming frenzy, each trying desperately to break from their parent’s arms to run to the source of the jolly laughter.

You smiled brightly as you walked alongside your husband, carefully balancing a tray of cookies you spent hours decorating while with the other, you adjusted the red hat that was slowly slipping off your head. Thor bounced with each step he took, his long beard dyed white for the occasion, as well as his hair, which had been partially tied back in a bun.

The red suit coat tightly wrapped around his large belly and you would be lying if you said that it didn’t turn you on like nothing else. A heavy brown sack was thrown over his broad shoulder, the presents inside rattling with each step.

“It’s Santa!” That was definitely Morgan’s screech, it sounded scarily similar to her father’s. And as you rounded the corner, the screams increased in pitch, getting dangerously close to dog whistle territory. His blue eyes twinkled brightly behind a pair of fake glasses, thoroughly excited to bring Yuletide cheer to the small army of children.

“Where are all the children?”

“Here Santa!” They shouted as you rounded the corner and were immediately swarmed. Pairs of tiny hands reached for Thor’s coat, yanking on the fur trim while others tried to grab some of the cookies in front of you.

The Avengers gathered around in a semicircle around you, the parents of the group keeping a close eye on their kids. Billy and Tommy were attempting to grab the huge bag of presents from your husband as Cassie, AJ and Lila carefully took some baked goods off your tray, Morgan was shouting questions at Thor, not giving him enough time between each one for him to answer. And Cass was slyly examining your costumes as if trying to determine if you were the real thing as Cooper held his baby brother up so his little toddler hands could feel the soft jacket.

But Thor took it all in stride. He answered as many questions as he could while moving his sack just enough that the troublesome twins couldn’t get into it and reassuring the young Wilson that he had come from the North Pole for a very special visit with Mrs Claus. 

“Yes children and we have some gifts for you!” You spoke up this time, saving the god from another round of impossible questions. The tray of cookies was quickly placed to the side (and then promptly stolen by Bruce) so you could usher the children over to the seat beside the huge Christmas tree.

They swarmed him as he sat down, each keen to receive a present from Santa. They neatly sat around his feet as he began to tell the well-rehearsed story you had helped him practice last night. Most of the adults snuck from the room seeing as the kids were entertained. Only Sam remained behind, sneaking closer to you so he could whisper in your ear.

“What did you get Santa for Christmas Mrs Claus?” You rolled your eyes and gave him a subtle shove with your shoulder. He already knew, in fact he knew what your gift was before you did.

“Well it’s more like a gift for next year, a little elf all of our own.” Sam gave you a smile and a pat on the back as your own hands came to rest on your stomach, almost feeling the little flutters of the life growing there. It would be the best Christmas ever.

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[justinspoliticalcorner]

Jay Kuo at The Status Kuo:

In a letter to the Fox Network, Hunter Biden’s attorneys have put the company on notice that it’s about to get its pants sued off for defamation.  Again. Biden’s attorney, Mark Geragos, best known for his successful representation of celebrities, issued the following statement: 

[For the last five years, Fox News has relentlessly attacked Hunter Biden and made him a caricature in order to boost ratings and for its financial gain. The recent indictment of FBI informant Smirnov has exposed the conspiracy of disinformation that has been fueled by Fox, enabled by their paid agents and monetized by the Fox enterprise. We plan on holding them accountable.]

The letter specifically cited the network’s “conspiracy and subsequent actions to defame Mr. Biden and paint him in a false light, the unlicensed commercial exploitation of his image, name, and likeness, and the unlawful publication of hacked intimate images of him.” It also stated that Hunter Biden would be suing the network “imminently.” Supporters of the younger Biden cheered, glad to see he was finally taking the gloves off against purveyors of salacious, fake news. Fox is already reeling from other defamation lawsuits, including one it settled with Dominion Voting Systems for nearly $800 million and another by Smartmatic, a voting software company presently seeking $2.7 billion in damages. Not everyone is happy, though. Advisers to the president had been hoping his son would keep a low profile and not put himself back in the news during an election year. They worried that news stories about the lawsuit would resurface the allegations, even if false and defamatory, which would then suck the air out of the news cycle. Such media time might otherwise be focused on Donald Trump’s problems and Joe Biden’s many accomplishments.

[...]

The Burisma bribes lie

There are three main things Fox was fixated upon that have now opened it to possible massive liability. The first is what I call the fake “Burisma bribes.” Fox gleefully amplified the false claims of former FBI informant Alexander Smirnov, who had conveyed to his handler that he had information that both Joe and Hunter Biden had accepted $5 million in bribes from the Ukrainian company, Burisma, on whose board Hunter Biden once served. This false statement was dutifully recorded, as most statements by informants are no matter how wild, in a standard FBI informant form. This was left to gather dust for years until Rudy Giuliani and the FBI, at Bill Barr’s urging, resurfaced and weaponized it along with help from members of Congress.

For its part, Fox made sure that story went wide and was repeated ad nauseam. For months, host Sean Hannity ran nonstop coverage about the alleged bribe, poisoning viewers with actual Russian disinformation. Hannity’s show alone aired at least 85 segments that amplified these false Burisma bribery claims in 2023. Of those 85 segments, 28 were Hannity monologues.  After his indictment and arrest, Smirnov admitted that the story he received had come straight from Russian intelligence. By centering and repeating the fake story, Fox had become a willing Russian disinformation mule, along with many members of Congress. But it never retracted the story or apologized for its role. Instead, it continued to claim that the source, Smirnov, was “highly credible.”

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Nude pics

We all have heard about, but hopefully not personally seen, intimate images of Hunter Biden at parties and in sexual acts with various partners. His lawyers claim that these images were “hacked, stolen, and/or manipulated” from his private accounts, and then aired by Fox in violation of his civil rights and copyright law. They also appeared during congressional hearings as Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene (Q-MW) infamously used them as visual props. (She’s lucky to be shielded by the Speech and Debate clause of the Constitution, or she could be swept up in a suit as well.) The decision to go after those committing what amounts to “revenge porn” on Hunter Biden, including the Fox Network, is part of a larger legal counteroffensive that began last year, according to sources with NBC News.  As you may recall, the “Hunter Biden Laptop” story emerged as a kind of “October surprise” in 2020. The repair technician who leaked the contents of it to Rudy Giuliani later sued Biden and others for defaming him, claiming he had suffered damage to his reputation because they had claimed the laptop contents were part of a Russian disinformation campaign. 

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The “Trial of Hunter Biden”

In fall of 2021, Fox aired a six-part series called “The Trial of Hunter Biden,” which amounted to a mock trial of what his upcoming trial would look like if he were charged with being a foreign agent or with bribery, none of which has happened.  Biden’s lawyers claim in their demand letter that “the series intentionally manipulates the facts, distorts the truth, narrates happenings out of context, and invents dialogue intended to entertain. Thus, the viewer of the series cannot decipher what is fact and what is fiction,” and it should be removed entirely from all streaming services.

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The reality is, Fox and other right wing media continue to give oxygen to Rep. James Comer, who has yet to end his evidence-free impeachment inquiry. At least now, Fox will be on notice that it could face ongoing liability for failing to retract its false reporting, even while pushing out more lies about Hunter Biden. The network will have to tread more carefully, and ultimately it will have to consider whether it doubles down or backs off. Then there is the actual trial of Hunter Biden which is set to begin this fall. Attention will be on the president’s son at that time anyway, but with this lawsuit, just as with his counterclaims and counteroffensives against those who violated his privacy, Hunter Biden will look like a fighter and not just a victim. With all that has been done and said about him, he has very little to lose but a very large ax to grind. And if the GOP overplays its hand, as it inevitably will, it could create voter sympathy for him, even though it had hoped to paint him as a criminal, drug addicted womanizer. Democrats are often accused of not having enough courage to go on the offensive, of being too reticent to push back against the onslaughts of numerous bad faith actors on the right. Then when they do, there’s a good deal of hand wringing about how this assertiveness might come across to the voters.

Glad to see Hunter Biden fight back against the right-wing smear machine by threatening to sue Fixed News for defaming him.

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I saw this post you made https://www.tumblr.com/twothpaste/748684553658515456?source=share and it reminded me of your Intermission AU fic, Hatchback, where the Chosen 4 are basically on a road trip! IIRC there's a flash forward to the future where Paula is a teacher, and she's called "Mrs. Jones" that would imply she's married. Who's she married to? And what happened with her family after she pursued education, especially considering how her mother was heavily against it? And how are the rest of the Intermission AU cast doing in the future?

Aw jeez, that's a lot of big questions! How 'bout I be a little silly and answer them in reverse order 🤸‍♂️

Future Lucas & Claus do wildlife rehab work together. If I think too hard about them tending gently to sick baby deer & mending birds with busted wings, I get teary-eyed sappy and have to sit down. Kuma refuses to settle into any particular career, genuinely happier hopping between employment and doing odd jobs she calls "freelance work". She marries a lady named Ash - based on a kinda communal headcanon about Kuma dating one of the Tittiboo waitresses - I swear I'll draw her someday. Duster becomes increasingly eccentric over time, a gracelessly aging Z-list rockstar.

Future Ness is a civil engineer, doing his small part to try and make suburbia a less hellish place to live, for his boring little family & everyone else besides. Paula starts her teaching career as a college adjunct, intending to work her way toward tenure, but derails into teaching high school for a while due to some circumstance or other. Though teaching niche college courses was always her dream, she unexpectedly realizes there's a lot of good she can do for high school kids, so she sticks with it much longer than she'd planned. By the time she does eventually get back around to becoming a college professor, she's probably in her 40's or 50's. Jeff designs rockets & satellites for the European Space Agency, while Tony jogs their jack russell terrier 5 miles a day and engages in cartoonishly daring news reporting work. Poo goes on wild anthropological surveys all around the world, and never gets into politics (much to his family's immense displeasure, but they can deal).

Future Porky probably never gets better ❤️. Picky comes out as a trans woman in her mid 20s. Tracy supports her all the way. Flint and Lighter are off having an Old Men With Pickup Trucks Slow Burn Friends To Lovers Redneck Romance in their 60s, but I'll never write it, so you'll have to fill in the blanks yourself.

I have not resolved the Paula's Mom Plotline in my head yet. As much as I'd like for her mom to chill the fuck out and let Paula be Paula, I think the hard lesson of coming to terms with a parent's faults is probably more the direction it's headed in. There's also the mess of like? Her dad supports his daughter despite everything, but he's too spineless to challenge his wife over it, and he's also dealing with some kinda debilitating illness?? The conflict might come to a head during her senior year. I've got a Paula fic idea floating around on my backburner, so I'll probably sort it out sooner than later. Regardless, our gal's gonna set firm boundaries and live her life.

As for "who is Paula married to," there is actually a possible or probable answer. The catch is: absolutely none of y'all are gonna like it ☺️. As some of you may have gathered, my funny Mother College AU is very and truly crossed over with [ my Dana's ] funny Yugioh College AU. The amount of interconnected nonsense going on offscreen would make your head spin, and this happens to be one of our silliest interconnected nonsenses.

There's this kid from Zexal named Dumon, he's canonically a tragic historical figure and a horse enthusiast and also an alien for a while, don't worry about it. Dana's college Dumon is a nerdy little butch lesbian (I mean, [ look at him ]), who - like Paula - also spends about 90% of his time at the campus library. It started as a joke <- fatal last words. They share a love of pretentious literary analysis and medieval history and quiet noontime study sessions spent over expensive lattes. Dumon's still a bit shy of her noisy bunch o' D&D friends, but maybe they'll break the ice one of these days. Paula's mom keeps forgetting his name. Paula keeps having to firmly remind her he's from Utah, not Arkansas. And that yes lesbians can use he/him pronouns, they've been doing it for decades, gosh Mom can you get with the program already.

Anyways, if things keep going the direction they're headed, my Paula might very well be marrying a Yugioh character. Thanks for asking, anon! ^_^

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Source “5 thoughts of DirrCo” by Mrs. Claus/Sir Ovaltine (2000) [5TODIRR.ZZT] - “$:{*pisces~iscariot*} version 666” Play This World Online

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

as of late, ive seen the tf2 fandom on here kinda latch onto norman rockwells painting. godspeed, i hope mr rockwells soul/ghost/whatever is happy to see us applying his paintings to our funny little murder men

I've heard Leyendecker was a big art style inspiration for tf2 itself and I wouldn't be surprised if Rockwell was too. The influence of early/mid-20th century Extremely American style of art is definitely apparent in tf2, especially in supplementary materials, like this cover for the Smissmas Story comic which is directly inspired by Saturday Evening Post covers

[Image ID: The cover of the tf2 update comic "A Smissmas Story", taking the form of a cover for a faux magazine called "The Badlands Holiday Reader" with the subheader "An Illustrated Guide to the Perils of the Season." An illustration, loosely imitating the style of Norman Rockwell, displays Santa Claus punching a man in striped pajamas in front of a Christmas tree as the man fires a shot from a revolver into the air. The illustration is captioned "I FOUGHT SANTA AND LIVED" with the subcaption "True Tales of Smissmas Courage, p.37". End ID]

So I think it's nice when people do studies of Rockwell or Leyendecker or other 20th century American artists with tf2 characters in them. It's a really fun way to tie fan content back to the source material and its inspirations and its time period and all that

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Sympathy Santa (7 of 12)

As the embers in the fireplace died down, casting long shadows across the room, Sarah and Ethan found themselves entangled in a warm embrace on the bed. The events of the day replayed in Sarah's mind - Ethan's newfound size, his insatiable appetite, the playful banter at the store. It all felt surreal, dreamlike, yet undeniably real.

Ethan's hand traced lazy circles on her bare back, his touch sending shivers down her spine. The weight of his new bulk felt different, somehow more possessive, more grounding. It was as if he'd grown not just physically, but emotionally as well, radiating a quiet power that both excited and intimidated her.

"You look amazing," she whispered, her fingers threading through the dark curls on his chest.

Ethan chuckled, the sound a low rumble that vibrated against her skin. "Just wait until you see what I can do with all this new… equipment," he purred, his voice laced with playful seduction.

His words hung heavy in the air, laced with a promise of something new, something thrilling. Sarah felt a flush creep up her cheeks, her heart hammering a wild rhythm against her ribs.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Ready to explore Santa's new workshop, Mrs. Claus?"

His breath was warm against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. A delicious mix of anticipation and apprehension swirled within her. "More than ready," she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

As Ethan pulled away, his eyes locked with hers, a mischievous glint dancing in their depths. He reached for the buttons on his shirt, and with slow, deliberate movements, peeled it open, revealing the full expanse of his now impressive chest.

Sarah gasped, her breath catching in her throat. The sight of his bare torso, the way the muscles rippled with each breath, was breathtaking. He was like a statue carved from granite, his form both powerful and beautiful.

He leaned over her, his lips brushing against hers in a searing kiss. The touch was different now, filled with a newfound intensity that reflected his physical transformation. His hands roamed her body, exploring her curves with a possessiveness that sent a jolt of electricity through her.

The sheets tangled around them as they explored each other, Ethan's size no longer an obstacle but an exciting new dimension to their intimacy. He lifted her easily, his arms cradling her like a precious doll, before lowering her onto his broad chest.

Sarah felt small and fragile in his embrace, yet strangely empowered. His strength became a source of comfort, his dominance an invitation to surrender. She moved with him, her body responding instinctively to his touch, her own desire rising to meet his.

As the night wore on, their lovemaking became a dance of contrasts – his size and strength against her smallness, his dominant possessiveness against her willing surrender. It was an exploration of power and pleasure, a journey through uncharted territory guided by their shared desire.

When dawn finally broke, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and orange, they lay tangled in the sheets, exhausted yet exhilarated. Sarah snuggled closer to Ethan, her head resting on his broad chest, his steady heartbeat a lullaby against her ear.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a newfound appreciation. He wasn't just Ethan anymore; he was something more, something bigger, both literally and figuratively. And as she traced the outline of his bicep with her finger, a smile playing on her lips, she knew this was just the beginning. Their journey together had taken an unexpected turn, and she couldn't wait to see where it would lead them next.

—

Ethan strode into the office the next morning, feeling like a man walking into a storm. His gym clothes, previously snug, now strained pathetically against his expanded frame. His belly, once firm and defined, now protruded like a basketball beneath his stretched-thin t-shirt. He held his head high, though, exuding a newfound confidence that stemmed from his physical transformation and the exhilarating night with Sarah.

His colleagues stopped short as he passed, their jaws dropping at his sheer size. Whispers erupted like sparks in a dry tinderbox. "Is that… Ethan?" "Holy crap, what happened to him?" "Did he swallow a refrigerator whole?"

Ethan grinned, relishing the attention. He stopped at the coffee machine, the oversized mug barely fitting in his enormous hand. As he poured himself a cup, his stomach growled loudly, echoing through the stunned silence of the office. He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Looks like Santa's gotta refuel," he declared, his voice deeper and richer than usual.

His coworkers exchanged nervous glances. Ethan's usual playful demeanor had been replaced by an aura of quiet power, a subtle dominance that left them uneasy. They scurried back to their desks, their laughter replaced by anxious murmurs.

Later, during his first meeting, Ethan settled into his chair, groaning as the fabric protested. The CEO, a normally unflappable man, stared at him in open-mouthed astonishment. "Ethan," he stammered, "you've… well, you've certainly filled out."

Ethan leaned back, his oversized chair creaking under his weight. "Just part of the new Ethan," he drawled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Bigger, better, and ready to tackle any challenge."

The meeting proceeded in a subdued atmosphere. Ethan's booming voice filled the room, his every word carrying an unspoken weight. He presented his ideas with an unwavering confidence that bordered on arrogance, yet they were undeniably brilliant. His colleagues, intimidated by his size and newfound charisma, couldn't help but be swayed by his vision.

Throughout the day, Ethan became the center of attention, both wanted and unwanted. Women blushed and giggled as he passed, their eyes drawn to his impressive physique. Men, initially wary, found themselves drawn to his quiet leadership and newfound assertiveness. Even the office bully, a hulking man who normally terrorized the cubicles, instinctively kept his distance from the imposing figure of the "new Ethan."

As the day drew to a close, Ethan felt a sense of exhilaration. He wasn't just bigger; he felt different, transformed. His size, once a source of amusement, had become a source of power, a tool he could wield to his advantage. He couldn't wait to see what the future held for this "new Ethan," this larger-than-life version of himself who had just begun to emerge.

As he walked out of the office building, the setting sun casting long shadows on the pavement, he couldn't help but think of Sarah. He imagined her reaction when she saw him again, his size even more imposing after a day of navigating the curious stares and unspoken awe of his colleagues. A smile stretched across his face. This was just the beginning, and he had a feeling she wouldn't be disappointed.

—

As Ethan pushed open the apartment door, the scent of warm cookies hit him, a sweet promise of comfort in the wake of a whirlwind day. He stepped inside, his broad shoulders brushing against the doorframe, and his heart skipped a beat at the sight that greeted him.

Derek, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun streaming through the window, was perched on the kitchen counter, a half-eaten cookie dangling from his fingers. His eyes widened as he saw Ethan, his mouth forming a silent gasp.

"Ethan," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "You're…"

Ethan chuckled, the sound a low rumble that vibrated through the air. "Bigger? Bolder? More breathtakingly handsome than ever?" he finished with a playful wink.

Derek's cheeks flushed a light pink, a mixture of amusement and awe swirling in his eyes. "Even bigger than this morning," he stammered, his gaze tracing the outline of Ethan's impossibly stretched t-shirt and the way his belly strained against the fabric.

Ethan sauntered closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He leaned against the counter, towering over Derek, his hand reaching out to brush a stray curl from Derek's forehead.

"Just been busy showing the office who's Santa Claus," he murmured, his voice husky with a hint of pride.

Derek's eyes followed the movement of Ethan's hand, mesmerized by the sheer size of him. He felt small, almost fragile, in comparison, yet strangely drawn to the power emanating from Ethan's larger form.

"And did they believe you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ethan chuckled again, the sound sending shivers down Derek's spine. "Let's just say," he drawled, leaning in closer, his warm breath tickling Derek's ear, "they won't be forgetting Santa anytime soon."

He pulled back, his gaze sweeping over Derek's slender form. His eyes lingered on Derek's bare legs, peeking out from beneath his shorts, and the soft curve of his hips. A familiar heat flared in his stomach, a mixture of desire and possessiveness.

"And speaking of things they won't soon forget," he murmured, his voice laced with playful seduction, "how about I show you just how much bigger Santa's been working out?"

Before Derek could answer, Ethan scooped him up effortlessly, his powerful arms cradling him like a child. Derek yelped in surprise, his laughter bubbling up as the world tilted on its axis.

"Careful, Santa!" he squealed, his arms instinctively wrapping around Ethan's neck.

Ethan grinned, carrying him towards the bedroom. "Don't worry, little elf," he purred, his voice a low rumble. "Santa always knows how to handle his presents delicately."

As they tumbled onto the bed, a flurry of limbs and laughter, Derek knew this was just the beginning of another unforgettable night with his larger-than-life version of Santa Claus. The day had brought challenges and unexpected turns, but in Ethan's arms, under the warm glow of the setting sun, all that mattered was the delicious thrill of their unique bond, amplified by Ethan's newfound size and the intoxicating power it held over them both.

And as their lips met in a searing kiss, the taste of cookies and desire mingling on their tongues, Derek knew this transformation, this journey they were on together, was more than just physical. It was an exploration of power, intimacy, and the unexpected ways love could grow, not just deeper, but bigger, bolder, and more beautiful than ever before.

—

The bedroom door slammed shut with a soft thud, the only sound except for the heavy thud of Ethan's broad frame landing on the mattress as he gently deposited Derek. The last rays of the setting sun cast long, warm shadows across the room, highlighting the contrast between their bodies as they began to undress.

Ethan, shirt already stretched taut across his chest, peeled it off with a groan of fabric surrendering to his size. His belly, impossibly round and firm, poked out like a proud Santa Claus, a stark contrast to his leaner, more defined legs. Derek watched, mesmerized, as Ethan's muscles rippled with each movement, the sheer size of him both intimidating and thrilling.

Derek, in turn, shed his clothes with a nervous flutter in his stomach. Compared to Ethan's expansive form, he felt small, delicate even, his lean muscles and slender frame highlighting the power radiating from his brother-in-law. Yet, there was a different kind of power in his vulnerability, a power that drew Ethan in like a moth to a flame.

As they stood facing each other, bare skin glowing in the golden light, their gazes locked in a silent dance of exploration. Ethan traced the outline of Derek's bicep with his finger, marveling at the definition etched beneath the smooth skin. Derek, in turn, trailed his hand across Ethan's chest, his fingers ghosting over the dark curls that adorned his pecs.

The differences were undeniable. Ethan was a mountain, his broad shoulders, thick arms, and rounded belly a testament to his growth. Derek was a river, his lithe frame and defined muscles flowing with a different kind of grace. Yet, in their contrasting forms, they found a perfect harmony, a puzzle piece fitting seamlessly into its slot.

They explored each other with an almost reverent touch, fingers lingering on curves and dips, tracing the lines of muscles and sinew. Ethan marveled at the unexpected strength hidden beneath Derek's slender frame, the way his muscles coiled with hidden power. Derek, in turn, was captivated by the sheer mass of Ethan, the way his body moved with a quiet, steady power that made his heart race.

Their kisses were explorations too, soft and tentative at first, then deepening with a newfound urgency. Ethan's lips, larger and thicker than Derek's, felt almost possessive against his skin, his kisses heavy with a heady mix of desire and dominance. Derek responded with an eagerness that surprised even himself, his smaller frame pressed flush against Ethan's, reveling in the warmth and size of his brother-in-law.

As their hands wandered further, the differences became even more fascinating. Ethan's grip was almost enveloping, his palms covering Derek's entirely. Derek's fingers, in contrast, danced lightly across Ethan's skin, sending shivers down his spine with their delicate touch.

Ethan, driven by his newfound size and strength, explored Derek with an almost reverent curiosity. He cradled Derek's hips in his large hands, marveling at the smooth curve of his backside, the delicate line of his spine. Derek, in turn, reveled in the feeling of Ethan's massive form dwarfing him, the weight of his body a delicious reminder of his power.

As their exploration continued, a playful competitiveness emerged. Ethan, proud of his new strength, playfully pinned Derek to the bed, his laughter booming through the room. Derek, in turn, used his agility to slip free, his nimble movements like water against Ethan's solid rock.

Their laughter mingled with gasps of desire, the room filled with the intoxicating dance of their contrasting forms. They were two sides of the same coin, power and grace, size and agility, finding a perfect balance in each other's arms.

As the night wore on, their playful exploration gave way to a deeper, more intimate connection. Their bodies, initially hesitant, relaxed into each other, the differences melting away as they became one. Ethan's size, once a source of amusement, became a comforting embrace, his body a safe haven for Derek. Derek's slender form, in turn, became a beacon of light, guiding Ethan through the uncharted territory of his own growth.

In the quiet aftermath of their lovemaking, they lay tangled in the sheets, the golden light of dawn painting their skin in soft hues. They were exhausted, yet exhilarated, the afterglow of their shared intimacy warming them from within.

As they looked into each other's eyes, they saw not just two bodies, but two souls intertwined, their differences no longer a barrier, but a bridge, a testament to the unexpected beauty and harmony that could be found in the most unlikely of contrasts. And as they drifted off to sleep, nestled in each other's arms, they knew this was just the beginning of their journey, a journey full of unexpected turns, delicious discoveries, and a love that defied definition, fueled by

—

The golden hues of dawn painted streaks across the rumpled sheets, casting long shadows across the tangled bodies of Ethan and Derek. Exhaustion, a pleasant afterglow of their passionate encounter, settled over them, a comfortable silence filling the air.

Derek, nestled against Ethan's broad chest, felt a contented sigh escape his lips. He traced the outline of Ethan's bicep with a finger, his touch light and lingering. The contrast between their sizes, once a source of amusement, now felt oddly comforting, like fitting into a perfectly carved groove.

As his hand drifted lower, it brushed against the waistband of Ethan's pajama bottoms. A sudden warmth radiated through the thin fabric, sending a jolt of awareness through Derek's body. His fingers hesitated for a moment, then, curiosity piqued, he peeked beneath the waistband.

His breath hitched in his throat. Ethan, already imposing in his larger frame, was even more… impressive down there. The outline of his manhood, straining against the fabric, was larger, thicker, than Derek had ever imagined. A blush crept up his cheeks as he realized his own body had mirrored the reaction, his own manhood responding with a surprised throb.

Ethan stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked down to see Derek's gaze fixed on him, a mixture of awe and curiosity etched on his face. A slow smile spread across Ethan's lips, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Morning, little elf," he rumbled, his voice husky with sleep. "Admiring Santa's new… inventory?"

Derek couldn't help but chuckle, a nervous flutter in his stomach. "Just, uh, making sure everything grew proportionally," he stammered, his cheeks still flushed.

Ethan chuckled again, the sound vibrating through his chest. He reached down, his hand cupping Derek's face, and brought their lips together in a slow, lingering kiss. The kiss was different this time, charged with a new awareness, a deeper intimacy fueled by the unspoken acknowledgment of their physical connection.

As they pulled away, Ethan's gaze drifted back down to Derek's hand, still hovering near his waistband. He captured Derek's fingers in his own, his touch warm and possessive.

"Want a closer inspection, little elf?" he purred, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Derek's spine.

Derek swallowed hard, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He met Ethan's gaze, his own desire mirroring the playful challenge in his eyes.

"Maybe," he whispered, his voice barely a breath. "Just to make sure Santa's workshop is fully operational."

Ethan grinned, his eyes gleaming with amusement and a hint of something more primal. With a slow, deliberate movement, he pulled Derek closer, their bodies aligning perfectly. The warmth of Ethan's skin against his sent a jolt of electricity through Derek's system.

And as their lips met again, this time with a hungry urgency, Derek knew this was just the beginning of exploring the uncharted territory of their newfound intimacy, a territory where size differences became bridges, and where their contrasting forms found a perfect harmony, not just physically, but emotionally, fueled by a desire that burned hotter and brighter than ever before.

—

As Ethan pulled Derek closer, the warmth of his larger body engulfing him, Derek's excitement battled with a pang of self-consciousness. He glanced down, his gaze drawn to the stark contrast between their arousal. Ethan's manhood, already imposing beneath the fabric, seemed even more prominent now, straining against the thin material. In comparison, Derek felt small, inadequate, his own arousal a meager shadow.

Ethan's lips curved into a playful smirk, amusement flickering in his eyes. He saw the way Derek's gaze darted down, the flush creeping up his neck. A teasing comment danced on his tongue, but something in Derek's expression held him back. The vulnerability he saw, the raw self-consciousness, tugged at his heartstrings.

Instead, he leaned in, his voice a low rumble against Derek's ear. "Don't worry, little elf," he murmured, his words laced with gentle reassurance. "Size isn't everything. What matters is what we do with it, right?"

His words were meant to comfort, but the playful edge only served to heighten Derek's self-consciousness. He nodded mutely, unable to meet Ethan's gaze. He felt dwarfed by Ethan's superior size, the sight of his large manhood fueling a mixture of desire and insecurity.

Ethan, sensing his discomfort, decided to shift the focus. He trailed his fingers down Derek's arm, his touch light and teasing. "Besides," he continued, his voice husky with amusement, "maybe my workshop has something special in store for your size too."

His words sparked a flicker of curiosity in Derek's eyes. He looked up, a hesitant question forming on his lips. But before he could voice it, Ethan dipped his head, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

The kiss was different this time, filled with a tenderness that surprised them both. It was an exploration, not just of their bodies, but of their emotions, their vulnerabilities laid bare. As their lips moved in sync, their anxieties seemed to melt away, replaced by a shared desire that transcended their physical differences.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed, a new understanding flickered between them. Ethan saw the desire simmering in Derek's eyes, unmarred by his self-consciousness. And Derek, emboldened by Ethan's acceptance, felt a surge of confidence, a newfound appreciation for his own unique form.

Their exploration continued, guided by curiosity and a newfound acceptance. They discovered that size truly didn't matter. The pleasure they found in each other's touch, the way their bodies fit together, transcended their physical differences. Ethan's strength and size offered a comforting embrace, a safe haven for Derek. And Derek, with his agility and playful spirit, brought out a different side of Ethan, a tenderness he hadn't known he possessed.

As the morning sun climbed higher, painting the room in a warm glow, they lay tangled in the sheets, their bodies relaxed and sated. The initial self-consciousness was a distant memory, replaced by a deep sense of connection. They had explored a new facet of their intimacy, one built on acceptance, understanding, and a love that embraced them both, regardless of size.

And as they drifted off to sleep, nestled in each other's arms, they knew this was just the beginning. Their journey together, fueled by desire and acceptance, promised to be filled with unexpected turns, delicious discoveries, and a love that defied definition, growing stronger and more beautiful with each shared experience.

—

The morning sun streamed through the window, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets where they lay. A comfortable silence settled between them, the unspoken emotions of their earlier encounter still lingering in the air. Derek stretched, his eyes fluttering open to see Ethan already awake, propped up on one elbow, watching him with a playful glint in his eyes.

Ethan wore only thin gray sweatpants, offering little disguise to the impressive outline straining beneath the fabric. Derek felt a familiar warmth bloom in his cheeks, his gaze dropping to the evidence of Ethan's arousal before quickly darting away. Ethan chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.

"Good morning, little elf," he purred, his voice thick with sleep and amusement. "Ready for breakfast?"

Derek managed a small smile, his stomach suddenly churning with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. As they stood up, the difference in their sizes was even more apparent. Ethan towered over him, his broad shoulders brushing against the doorframe as they left the bedroom.

In the kitchen, Derek reached for a box of cereal on the top shelf, only to find his fingertips barely grazed the edge. He huffed in frustration, feeling a pang of self-consciousness as he glanced at Ethan.

Ethan, who had been watching with a smirk, strode over and effortlessly retrieved the box, his hand dwarfing Derek's as he passed it down. "Need a hand there, little one?" he teased, his voice dripping with mock concern.

Derek mumbled a thanks, the heat crawling up his neck again. As they ate, Ethan seemed to take a perverse pleasure in flaunting his size advantage. He reached across the table to grab things just out of Derek's reach, his arm brushing against Derek's chest in a way that sent shivers down his spine. He leaned in close to talk, his broad frame looming over Derek, the warmth of his breath tickling his ear.

Derek felt both intimidated and strangely exhilarated. There was a primal thrill in being dominated, dwarfed by Ethan's sheer size and power. His own body tingled with a mix of fear and desire, a delicious tension building within him.

After breakfast, Ethan suggested going for a walk. As they stepped out into the crisp morning air, Ethan placed a hand on Derek's lower back, guiding him closer. Derek stumbled slightly, surprised by the sudden contact, but found himself pressed against Ethan's side, their bodies walking in sync.

Ethan's hand lingered on his back, a constant reminder of his size and presence. Derek felt his breath quicken, a mixture of apprehension and excitement swirling in his stomach.

This wasn't the playful banter they usually shared; it was something different, something more intense. Ethan seemed to be pushing boundaries, testing Derek's limits. And while Derek couldn't deny the fear that flickered within him, there was also an undeniable thrill, a primal attraction to this new dynamic.

As they walked, Ethan's hand shifted, his fingers brushing against the waistband of Derek's jeans. Derek's breath hitched, his body jolting with a mixture of fear and anticipation. He stole a glance at Ethan, but his face revealed nothing, his expression unreadable.

The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken tension. Derek felt like a puppet on a string, his body moving at Ethan's will, his emotions a tangled mess. And yet, as the sun warmed his skin and Ethan's hand lingered on his back, a strange sense of acceptance began to bloom within him.

He wasn't just small and submissive; he was different. He had his own power, his own unique place in this dynamic. And as he met Ethan's gaze, a silent understanding passed between them. This wasn't just about dominance; it was about trust, about exploring the uncharted territory of their desires, together.

Their walk continued, the path leading them further and further away from the familiar, towards a future filled with unexpected turns and thrilling discoveries. And as they walked, hand in hand, the rising sun painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Derek knew this was just the beginning of a journey they were both eager to embark on, a journey where size may matter, but where their connection, fueled by desire and acceptance, mattered even more.

[ryunumber]

Also regarding Earthworm Jim, two questions. 1. Would you count the chopped off DK head from the PC port as a link. 2. Would Sumo Santa from Clayfighter count as Santa Claus?

So as for the DK head, I'm not aware if there's any official sources that weigh in on the matter, but it's of a kind with the secret codes that give Jim an afro or Groucho Marx glasses, which combined with the relative lack of animation leads to me to believe that it's mask-like in nature.

As for Sumo Santa, well... ClayFighter lore being what it is, I think my answer is "maybe not, but it would probably make sense"?

Okay.

A Brief Primer on Santa Claus and ClayFighter (As Told by Someone Whose Knowledge of ClayFighter is Suspect at Best)

Bad Mr. Frosty, who is Mr. Frosty but Bad, forces a “certain overweight toymaker and his reindeer” out a job at the north pole in the first ClayFighter.

Then in ClayFighter 2, the manual mentions that he’s done time for assaulting a Mr... S. Clauz?

And then his ending mentions working for an... S. Clause.

Then Sumo Santa shows up in ClayFighter 63⅓, and all roundabout mentions of Santa are replaced with explicit ones to Sumo Santa. As to who Sumo Santa is,

hm.

Complicating things is that Sculptor’s Cut has a seemingly different, more faithful(?) characterization of Sumo Santa.

So in total, Sumo Santa is maybe Santa? Probably, even? I honestly couldn’t tell you.

On the bright side, I did find another route that could be marginally less ambiguous in a different way, so...

...thanks for the correction?

(It’s almost certainly cleaner than any route out through D-Xhird, at any rate.)

[pqrachel]

So I've been playing a lot of Terraria again, and it's been great. This is my current character, she's really fun. Starting the game during the Christmas event has my character mostly in the Mrs. Claus vanity outfit, but I threw in a Hero's Hat and went with a cyan/light blue color scheme for her whole outfit and now that I've drawn her she's really cute.

The pose ref I found on pinterest but I couldn't find a source for it.

I still haven't beaten the game on expert mode after 10 years of playing it but I think this time I'm actually gonna do it. I've been prepping the world for hardmode and I'm so ready to give it another go. I've made it to expert mode mech bosses like 3 times in the past and gotten stuck and lost interest, but this time I'm so determined.