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Parties and lights are fine and good but sometimes the right kind of holiday vibe is a moonlit walk down a snowy boardwalk with a hot drink and someone you love.

A secret santa gift for @dawning-mars, also featuring her partner Sage!

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Grinches are large, largely solitary Who relatives often found on the outskirts of Who society. Highly independent and apparently lacking the prosocial behaviors so innate to Whos, Grinches depend heavily on their mothers for proper socialization, learning all they can from her during their extended childhoods, for when they are adults they will maintain no close contact with their own species, and depend entirely upon the skills she instilled upon them.

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You’re a wee one, mister grinch

There was discussion of the grinch having been left with the whos as the runt of a litter, but the grinch is like. Kind of big, so.

They tend to blend into the trees at that size

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Who and Grinch.

Whos are highly social. Grinches are more solitary, but can be acclimated to Who societies, especially if imprinted.

Whos enjoy an extensive culinary history, whereas Grinches remain disease-resistant scavengers into advancement.

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No particular characters, who male and who-socialized grinch female. Anatomical study.

Lip lift is contentment expression.

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André Castaigne (French, 1861-1929)

Fainting Spell

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By the time the smoke had fully curled in on itself and solidified into flesh and bone, the air inside the circle was smouldering hot. It made the entry into the human realm less jarring, the demon found, and he took the time to flex his wings in the warmth before turning his eyes upon the figure in the robe.

“Speak,” he commanded. “And state why you have Summoned me.”

The figure raised her head to meet his eyes. “Is this a good time for you?”

The demon’s mind stumbled. “Excuse me?”

“Well,” the voice continued. ���I did just summon you, like, out of nowhere. I checked all the spells to see if there was one to just send a message or something, but it seemed to be summon or nothing. If this is a bad time for you, I can absolutely try again later though.”

On second inspection, it wasn’t a robe his summoner was wearing. It was a long, sturdy apron. What his still adjusting sight had taken for a hood was a shawl tied round her hair. The demon stared at her with unblinking eyes. “It is as good a time as any, witch.”

“Oh good,” the witch smiled. “That’s a relief.”

“Why did you summon me?” the demon demanded again. This kind of small talk was highly irregular. He squinted at the stains on the witch’s hands, most of which he suspected were nothing more sinister than ink and juice. “What reason could you possibly have to call upon the likes of me.”

“Well, their names are Storm and Letitia and they need a babysitter.”

The demon stared at her some more. “They what-”

The witch met him with a smile of sunshine enthusiasm. “I checked your references in the Necronomicon, you are very good with kids!”

“I…” His bewilderment left him scrambling for words. “I tempted the minds of neglected children to cause them to swarm and lay waste to their town!”

“Yeah! It said in the book that they were all under ten years old and that there were at least twenty of them. That must have taken a lot of skill!”

The demon shifted his weight a little. When she put it like that… “It is one of my more infamous accomplishments.”

“Really impressive,” the witch nodded admiringly. “So I was hoping…maybe we can work something out? The kids would love getting to hang out with a demon.”

“Surely your kind has its own caretakers to hire.”

She deflated a little. “Yeah, well. Letitia has just started levitating and Storm is very focussed on animal transformations right now. Which is great! He’s so talented. But half the time he refuses to turn himself back when it’s time for dinner and, well, not everyone wants to deal with feeding a Iberian Lynx.

“Iberian Lynx?” he repeated, raising a ridged eyebrow.

“They’re both very fond of felines,” the witch clarified.

“I see.” The demon looked from the witch to the circle around him (it seemed to have been drawn with blue sidewalk chalk) and then to the room around her. There were several large diagrams on the wall with arcane symbols and occult sigils. Between them were drawings. A lot of them. Mostly of cats. Several of them had wings, or horns. He looked back at the witch again.

“Tell me,” he said, slowly sinking down into a cross-legged position on the floor. “Exactly how old are they?”

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the curse is lifted! you are no a beast no more! congratulations! but you'll never forget the way they looked at you, will you.

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Tumblr I really do not need to be notified someone is using my duck smoking gif to reply to call of duty x reader fanfiction like I think I’m fine not knowing at all

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Lexember (December 23rd)

Today's Valyrian glyph is jenys "glass". lol I only managed one word on this because the quote is so long. I guess I could've only done the second sentence, but I liked the first one so much. I had to throw them both in. If you want to say something is made of glass, you use the adjectival form jenenka.

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no, see, it's - yeah I know it sounds the same but it's a different app. "Tick Tock" with C's and a space in the middle. I don't fucking know, man, it was called Musical.ly back when this app came out, and I guess they just never bothered renaming it.

now do you want to get tf'd into a dollgirl or not?

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Art by Michael Kerbow "The golden Oak King, who is the light twin, rules from midwinter to midsummer. The darksome Holly King rules the dark half of the year from Midsummer to Midwinter."

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scribbling vamp wives whilst watching vamp movies

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Couple with Lamb and Flowers — Reuven Rubin (1893-1974), Israeli

signed Rubin and signed in Hebrew (lower left)

watercolour, gouache and ink on board