#Advent Calendar 2024

[sibmakesart]

ADVENT CALENDAR 2024 DAY 1 ITS GONNA BE CHRISTMAAAAAASSSSSSS

[quilteddreamz]

Tree Murder

Art by: @alynwrench

You take Sun out into the snowy woods to get a tree-- it doesn't go as planned.

Word Count: 2147

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Masterpost

[starry-eyed-wild-child]

Advent Calendar Day One - Mistletoe

Charlie Walker x Reader

"Char, this is absolutely ridiculous!" you huffed playfully, crossing your arms over your chest with a pout as you watched Charlie hang a mistletoe over the front archway of his home, leading from the kitchen into the living room.

Charlie sent you a cheeky smile, grinning at you from over his shoulder before turning his attention to the hook on the doorframe, steadying the mistletoe over the door.

"Awe, c'mon! It's a Christmas tradition!" he teased, stepping down from the ladder and placing his hands on your waist.

"It's corny and dumb." you retorted back playfully, swinging your arms around Charlie's neck and pecking his neck softly.

Charlie chuckled, shaking his head and pouting at you in mock disappointment.

"It's absolutely corny, and it's absolutely dumb, but it's absolutely compulsory that you give me a kiss under the mistletoe right now."

[lumiere-angel-90]

Potion calendar twenty five !

MERRY CHRISTMAS MY DEARS !

I wish you all good holidays, good vacations and good rest. Good digestion too for people who eat too much.

This calendar was nice to do (a bit hard to done all :,] ) but no regret ! Im sorry for people i didnt add this year. The mlp community is very nice.

🎄❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 🎄🎵🎵🍪

[chrism02]

ADVENT CALENDAR 2024 - DAY 22

[saywhatjessie]

He's being so brave about it

Advent Calendar Day 18! (prompts by @raven-cincaide-words) Today’s prompts: Ice skating | Athlete | Spontaneous Date Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: RoyJamie .3k[Ao3]

Roy clenched his jaw, doing a Sharon approved measured breath before hitting “call”.

“You dying?” Jamie asked, picking up immediately. “Did you fall and you can't get up?”

“No, you fucking muppet,” Roy growled. He paused to take another breath. “No, everything's fine.”

“Then why you calling me?” Jamie said, sounding both irritated and concerned. “Don't you have Phoebe today?”

“Yeah, and you're coming, too.”

“Mint,” Jamie said, immediately sounding happier. “Where we going?”

Roy sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Phoebe wants to go ice skating.”

“Roy, your doctor said–”

“I know what she said, which is why you need to come skate with her.” Roy fumed. “I'm feeling very vulnerable and shit and I'm being so brave asking for your help so can you please shut the fuck up and get fucking ready so you lot can have fun on the ice while I sit with your coats.”

Jamie was quiet, letting Roy breathe on it before speaking. “Yeah, mate,” he said, casually, in the voice Roy knew he used to spare him the embarassment of being treated softly. “‘Course! Little skating date with Phoebs should be fun! I'll bet her she can't do as many laps as me and tire her out real quick.”

Roy snorted. “Not sure about that. She's a proper little athlete now – she trains suicides and everything.”

“Yeah, but you'd never made her do half the shit you make me do. So I think I can still take her.”

Roy grunted, hiding a laugh. “I'll pick you up. We can head over together”

“Yeah, you gonna pick me up?” Jamie teased. “Treaty me nice, see if you get lucky?”

“It’s never luck with you,” Roy said fondly. “You’re a sure thing.”

Jamie laughed. “I definitely am. Love you, see you soon.”

“Love you too.”

[livehorsesartpage]

Last night together before Brightbill's second migration.

I love this movie so much, it really warmed my heart. 💗 Also, this kinda looks familiar to that Isaiah prophecy: "The wolf shall dwell with the lamb." so fitting to the Advent season.

Made with markers on December 04 of 2024.

[suteflower]

Omg i so happy with so many advents calendar,thats is so exciting

[theartofdreaming1]

⛄️🎄ADVENT SEASON FUN 2024 🎄⛄️

Anyone who’s been following me these past years probably knows what this is about, but for those who are new to this blog or who forgot about it - I’m doing my advent calendar again :)

Unfortunately, it's been another busy and stressful year, so I will be skipping the 12 fanart + 12 fanfic recommendations again, sorry - but I'll try to post and share fanart/fanfic (of my own or recommendations) whenever I can :)

“DO YOU WANNA PLAY A GAME?” - THE FIGURING-OUT-MOVIE-QUOTES ADVENT CALENDAR

Anyway, my sister and I have this tradition of making advent calendars for each other and one part of our advent calendars consists of anonymized movie quotes - and the other one has to figure out which movie (or tv show) they are from! So I’m gonna post the quotes I compiled for my sister in case anyone wants to join in the fun :)

I’m gonna tag the quotes with ‘advent calendar quote 2024′, if anyone is interested :) I’m gonna post the solution on Christmas Day, but if anyone wants to ‘play’ and ask me if their hunch is right or if they want some hints, they can contact me at any time.

You’ll also be able to check the contents of a specific day by searching for ‘advent calendar 2024: day _’ (simply insert number of day).

[productofnfld]

Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) by Fairgale

Looking to re-energize your holiday music routine? Fairgale’s version of ‘Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)’ is the refresh your playlist needs.

The song was released last year on the 2023 Janeway Hospital fundraiser album A Trinity Hall Christmas, Vol.1, but this year it’s hit streaming services. Fairgale’s rendition brings a clean, almost sparse, sophistication to the classic Darlene Love hit.

The arrangement feels modern and engaging, with Fairgale striking a balance between reverence for the original and their own distinctive pop-rock style. The result is a fresh take that feels authentic.  For me, it even outshines U2’s version from A Very Special Christmas (1987)—the one I grew up with.

So, whether you’re decking the halls or stirring your slush, this track belongs on repeat.

Add it to your playlist and rediscover the joy of this modern holiday classic.

[sibmakesart]

ADVENT CALENDAR 4 ! SOMEONE STOLE THE GIFTSS !!! CATCH THAT PIRATE !

[quilteddreamz]

Presenting, the DCA Advent Calendar!

Cover by @monsteractialuna

Summary:

The law has just given animatronics the same rights as people, freeing them from their flaky entertainment prisons. On a whim, you take two brothers under your wing; solar opposites from each others. Will you be to hold your sanity together teaching them how to live? Or will you find there too broken to be fixed?

Chapter 1 - Tree Murder (Ao3) (Tumblr)

Chapter 2 -Diabolical Decorations (Ao3) (Tumblr)

Chapter 3 -???

Chapter 4 -???

Chapter 5 -???

Chapter 6 -???

Chapter 7 -???

Chapter 8 -???

Chapter 9 -???

Chapter 10 -???

Other contributors (Art and Beta- reader):

@alynwrench @midnight-mourning @beetle-fettle @gyxtar0luvs

[starry-eyed-wild-child]

Advent Calendar Day Three - Ice Skating

Clay Roach x Reader

a/n: ice skating with clay would actually fix me to be honest, this is all I want in life. I CAN FIX HIM, OKAY?!

yeah, I'm also mocking his sexy Boston accent, so what?

"Babydoll, this is fuckin' dumb. I'm gonna fall flat on my ass." Clay huffed, whining as he tied the laces up on your ice skates.

You rolled your eyes playfully, crossing your arms over your chest as you giggled at Clay's whining. You'd all but practically begged Clay to take you ice skating at the new rink Boston had put up in town. On the one condition that he wouldn't complain. Which, regardless, you knew he would.

"C'mon! Stop being a Scrooge and get your skates on, Mister pahk the cahr." you snickered, shoving Clay's ice skates to his chest.

Clay scoffed, snorting a laugh as he tugged on his own skates with a grumble, huffing under his breath.

"Babydoll! Why do you hate me?" Clay whined, holding your hands tight as he stumbled on the ice like a baby deer learning to walk.

"Stop being such a baby, you're doing fine!" you encouraged sweetly, gripping Clay's hands tight as you twirled him around the ice. You stifled your laugh at the panicked look on his face.

"I'm a grown ass man, babydoll, this is embarrassing!" Clay grumbled, as soon as the words left his mouth he went tumbling onto his ass on the ice with a groan.

You covered your mouth with your hand, holding back the fit of giggles at the sight of Clay pouting before helping him up.

"See, you're a natural!"

"Shut the fuck up, babydoll."

[lumiere-angel-90]

Potion calendar nine !

@ask-narratordoe

[chrism02]

ADVENT CALENDAR 2024 - DAY 20

[saywhatjessie]

I am so mixed up (that I cannot tell you)

Advent Calendar Day 13! (prompts by @raven-cincaide-words) Today’s prompts: Christmas Cleaning | Enemies to Lovers | Kisses Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: RoyJamie 2k[Ao3]

“How the fuck did you get so much of your shit into my house without me noticing?”

“It ain’t your fault! Your eyesight’s gone all funny with age. You can’t be expected to see shit more than 3 inches from your face.”

Roy growled and Jamie winked back. 

Roy had been volunteered by his sister to host his family for the holidays. It was fine: he had the biggest house and guest rooms that could hold his parents for the week of Hanukkah as well as Ruth and Phoebe if they wanted to stay over any of the nights. He was also the best cook and absolutely refused to make latkes in the Little Tikes playset Ruth called a kitchen. So he’d agreed, figuring he could get some plastic to protect his kitchen from oil splatters and just tidy up the living spaces for his family to gather.

He had not realized how much of the surface area in those living spaces was filled with Jamie’s shit.

“When did you even wear this?” Roy asked, holding up bright pin track pants, disgusted. “Why are they here?”

“Wore that when I pulled your bike!” Jamie told him, brightly. He snatched the trackies out of Roy’s hand and shoved them in a giant laundry bag he’d had in his car. “Have you not seen the fan photos? I look well fit. You look like a belland.”

Roy growled, kicking pairs of Jamie’s shoes away from the door.

He supposed that helped explain it. Many times after their early morning training sessions, Roy would let Jamie shower at his place before they headed in to Nelson Road. And also he would come over after training to eat before late night training.

But that still didn’t explain why Jamie had left things here.

“How many bum bags do you have?” Roy asked, incredulous, yanking about three out from between the couch cushions. ”Is there anything even in them? How do you just forget them here?”

“Ooh, I’ve been looking for this one!” Jamie said, excitedly relieving Roy of a bright silver thing. “Well flash, innit?”

“It’s ugly as shit,” Roy told him. “And still doesn’t explain why it’s here.”

Jamie snorted. “I lost this one over a month ago, mate. Maybe start asking yourself why you never clean your place.”

Roy growled again and Jamie rolled his eyes, heading up the stairs.

Roy rumbled quietly to himself. Little prick. Roy cleaned his fucking house.

He went into the kitchen to check the damage on that. He knew his kitchen was absolutely clean – he used it every day – he just wanted to make sure he moved any clutter off the counters so it didn’t catch any stray grease. Hanukkah was the oiliest holiday of the year: thank you Maccabees. 

The kitchen was just how he left it. The stove was clean, the dishes were clean and put away, the floors were swept and at least surface cleaned. He had drawings Phoebe had done hung up on the fridge. Roy sighed in relief: this space, at least, was free of Jamie Tartt.

He started carefully removing the things from the fridge, knowing that those oil droplets could fly and not wanting to ruin any of Phoebe’s work. He took down a couple drawings, photos, Phoebe’s participation ribbon for children’s pole vaulting or whatever. He smiled at them, fondly, as he removed them and gently slid them into an envelope that he’d store safely away in his office until his kitchen could be deep cleaned. 

Then he hit non-Phoebe stuff he’d forgotten he’d put up there. Training schedule. Dietary list. Match calendar. He couldn’t remember why he’d hung those up – it made sense for him to think about these things as a coach but why were they in his kitchen?

And then he saw the ‘Good Boy’ tracker with little golden stars on it and he remembered. Of course. Of course these were for FUCKING Jamie.

The Good Boy tracker was actually a work of genius: nothing made Jamie work harder than the promise of a gold star. He could run that extra kilometer, do a hundred more burpees, and make that fiftieth crossbar kick if Roy promised him a little gold star by the finish. He couldn’t help but smile seeing all the stars proudly stuck to it. It was a nice reminder of how far they’d come.

The calendar and schedule were old so Roy just threw those away. But the dietary list and gold stars went into the envelope. He couldn’t help being a good coach, now, could he?

He moved onto counters once the fridge was clear and was again relieved by the familiarity of it. Roy’s cookbooks got stored in his office with the envelope, his jar of utensils got put in a cabinet, jars of flour and sugar got put in the cabinet as well as the ENTIRE spice rack. 

He hesitated over the salt and pepper shakers. They were little black greyhounds, bought for him for secret santa sometime in the last few years. He loved them so much, he couldn’t stand to put them away. He figured they would be easy enough to clean later.

Roy had just finished stowing everything away and gave the counter one last wipedown when Jamie came into the kitchen hauling his overstuffed laundry bag. He let out a low whistle.

“Fuck, it looks so empty in here.” He noted, frowning at the naked fridge. “What did Phoebe do to piss you off?”

Roy rolled his eyes, turning to wipe down the cabinets. He only wanted to have to get through one layer of grime when this was over. “Her stuff is safe in my office. You’ve never seen a kitchen during Hanukkah, everything gets fucking covered in grease.” He grunted, rubbing his socks against the tile and wondering if it would be worth it to do a deep clean beforehand. “I put away everything I didn’t want to see ruined.”

Jamie hummed in understanding but then scowled at the stove. “Well I guess fuck me, then. If you hated the little greyhounds, you didn’t have to use them.”

Roy frowned back, turning to look at the stove. Right, the salt and pepper shakers.

“Oh, no, I–”

“They weren’t easy to find, you know,” Jamie said, slouching against the wall and folding his arms, defensively. “Greyhounds ain’t exactly a friendly shape for salt and pepper. And no one makes things black you like it so it took a long fucking time to find something you could use in your kitchen that you would like and would remind you of your team. Like I spent ages on this shit so if you don’t like them, re-gift them to Higgins or something, I’m sure his wife would use them.”

And Roy remembers, oh fuck. Right. Jamie had been his secret santa that year. He’d loved the gift so much but had hated Jamie so he’d completely divorced the two from each other in his head. He’d forgotten completely.

He looked back at Jamie, his anger, and didn’t actually think he deserved it. “I do use them. You’ve seen me cook with them. I use them every fucking day.”

“Well how do I know you’re not just using them to make fun of me? You didn’t think they were worth saving or whatever.”

“How would using them be making fun of you?”

“I don’t know, maybe to remind me how unimportant they are? How pathetic it was for me to try so hard to get you a present?”

“Why would I even do that? I didn’t even remember they were from you!”

And that was the wrong thing to say.

Jamie’s head jerked back, his face going completely frozen even while Roy could hear a soft gasp being sucked in through his teeth.

Then, before Roy could react, Jamie’s teeth clicked together, his jaw tense, and he nodded. “Right. My mistake. Why would you remember?”

He heaved his laundry over his shoulder and nodded again. “Happy holidays, Roy.”

“Wait, no, fuck.” Roy scrambled around his kitchen island, his socks skidding a bit as he ran into Jamie gripping his arm. “I love those fucking salt shakers.”

Jamie snorted, turning enough so Roy could see him roll his eyes. “Right.”

“No, I do!” Roy said, desperation making his voice hoarse. “It makes me happy every time I look at them. I couldn’t bear putting them away. I told myself they would be worth cleaning by hand myself after the holidays.”

Jamie kept frowning, his eyes narrowed in mistrust.

Roy growled, pulling Jamie back and shoving him in a chair at the kitchen island.

“I’m not fucking lying,” He grumbled. “I forgot you gave them to me because I loved them too much to think they came from you. I sublimated it.”

Now Jamie’s eyes were confused. “Like the Beatles? The yellow sublimate?”

“That’s submarine you goddamn numpty.” Roy sighed, leaning his weight on the island. “Sublimate. Like repress or some shit.”

Jamie made a soft noise of understanding but looked away from Roy.

Roy sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“Fuck.” He said, banging his fist on the island. Jamie didn’t jump. “I should have known it was you, though.” Roy sighed. “After Uncle’s Day. Should have known you’d have gotten me another one of my favorite presents.”

“Yeah?” Jamie said, his eyes getting some of their lightness back. “More than those custom trainers from Beckham?”

Roy rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop his relieved smile. “More than the goddamn sunglasses from Elton Fucking John.”

Jamie gasped, the sound much more welcoming than the last one. “You’ve got sunglasses from Elton John? Why haven’t I seen them?”

“Because I don’t trust you with them, I already have to lock my trophy room when you come over to make sure you don’t masturbate into my old jerseys.”

Jamie choked, going bright red. Roy huffed a laugh and clapped him on the shoulder. “It’s fine. I’ve got no use for more trophies: things I lock in a room and never get to look at.” He pointed at the stove. “Those little shakers are with me every day. So thank you, Jamie. For the gift. I don’t know if I thanked you properly for them at the time.”

Jamie swallowed, still bright red and avoiding Roy’s eyes. “No, but you well hated me at the time so–” He shrugged, the laundry bag sliding off his shoulders and back onto the floor.

Roy grunted, putting a hand under Jamie’s chin and tilting it back.

Jamie’s eyes looked up at him, wide from shock. Whether from Roy’s earnestness or the fact Roy was touching him so softly, he couldn’t be sure.

And he couldn't think about it or he was going to lose his nerve.

He leaned forward and kissed Jamie softly on the mouth. Roy could hear the breath halt in Jamie’s body, the muscles in his back and neck tensing in surprise, but his mouth was loose, accepting Roy without protest and pressing back like it was as natural as blinking.

Roy pulled back just enough so he could say. “Thank you, Jamie. Really. You’re a good boy.”

Jamie squeaked, his eyes still wide and his body moving toward Roy like Jamie was fighting not to chase Roy’s lips.

Roy just smiled, leaning in to kiss him again once, very quickly, before pulling away completely.

“Why don’t I make us some supper?” Roy asked, turning back to his kitchen. “Reward for cleaning up before my parents get here.”

It took a look time and several unsuccessful attempts at speech before Jamie said. “You shouldn’t cook, you just cleaned the kitchen. Why don’t we get takeaway?”

Roy looked at him, nodding again in approval and delighting at Jamie nervously looking away. “Good, yeah.” He bit back a smile as Jamie squeaked again. “I could use a kebab.”