#Doom Tree Aliens Plush

[bluepoodle7]

#GreatEasternEntertainment #SaliorMoonPlush #SailorMoonAnPlush #DoomTreeAliensPlush #Plushies

I wonder if the Great Eastern Entertainment Company will make her male counterpart Ali/Alan one day?

But this An plush looks pretty good in plush form.

There is merch of these two.

Images not mine but links are there.

https://www.target.com/p/great-eastern-entertainment-co-sailor-moon-r-an-plush-8-h/-/A-88283621

Ail & Ann Sailor moon R No.8 Card Banpresto 1993 Very Rare Japanese Japan JP F/S | eBay

Ail & Ann Sailor Moon R Trading Card Japanese Vintage Amada from Japan F/S | eBay

Sailor Moon R Plushies!! (setsunakou.com)

Alan's Flute theme - Sailor Moon (Original sound) (youtube.com)

Ail/Seijūrō Ginga/Alan Granger Voice Comparison (youtube.com)

[askwaterwitch-perbear]

little muse facts

tagged by: @mxsiicmixing

Tagging: whoever wants to do it! @sunnygoldenorangegem @hxnxydxw @nota-common-peridot  @astrollogus & @analytiic @an-agates-agony @thegliitch@billyjoelmutt @defectiveqxartz @saltygempearl @squaremomfusion to name a few.

Lapis Lazuli

Peridot 5xg

1. What does your muse smell like?

Upon approaching Lapis Lazuli you will get the pleasant aroma of coconuts, and her herbal essences shampoo, A hint of powerful sometimes chlorine or sea water. Think of a day at the beach. When going out on date strong potent teenage girl Victoria secret brand perfumes. The most noticeable smell is a tropical paradise.

As you approach close, Peridot has a unique “nerd” smell. A hint of peppermint from brushing her teeth, fresh baked cookies lingers her body mostly that prudent electronics of a best buy store, clean soap, In her hair she experiments Suave, Pert, or Tea-tree shampoo any one of those that’s what her hair smells of.  This is most important! More than anything when she’s snacking she smells hugely of Doritos!

2.How often does your muse bathe/shower? Any habits?

Lapis is keen on keeping herself clean. but she won’t dry her hair up washing it every other day she takes showers in the afternoon or morning it’s not consistent with it, since she’s not very good at schedules.

If she is forced to get a bath by anyone at all it would be someone who knows her well. Like Topaz, her sister figure Raine, or Pearl from being muddy since she likes to play in the rain and get muddy and wet.

After going to the beach will be lazily and jump in the pool when she doesn’t feel like showering.

Peridot hates to be dirty! She will not roll in the mud with the pigs! Even if she has rolled in the dirt once before. Over all she prefers to be spotless. She is showered everyday in the morning or noon,

Mostly she will be forced to take a bath, when she sweats too much. When showers won’t do the trick. It’s out of her hands. If she is not forced individually to take a bath by the following people Lapis, Honeydew, and NCP. They all may at one point gang up to help really soak herself up and lather herself up properly!

On account of Peridot she wearing socks, she will often get them organic material quite dirty from walking around in dirt, mud, grime all the time. So the ones who care for her, have get that nasty annoying smelly corn-chip smell off her feet. Reeking from her smelly socks.

3. does your muse have any tattoos or piercings?

Lapis does not unless she’s a human. Peridot does not she hates needles!

4. Any body movement quirks?

Lapis likes to move her hair behind her ear when she’s blushing her illuminates speckled freckles. Lapis leans across doorways or corners with her arms crossed when she’s bored or looking cool and relaxed. Lapis sits on her knees and holds them as a form of comfort. When she is is feeling confident she will obsessively twirl her skirt when she feels beautiful.

Peridot uses lots of hand gestures no doubt about that. Peridot makes Weird nerd noises slurring most of her words. She pushes her index fingers together when she’s nervous in a twiddling fashion. She often sits criss-cross-apple sauce. She’s also very clumsy when she walks slipping and falling on her face one hardwood floors.  

5. What do They sleep in?

Lapis will sleep in her original bikini top and blue skirt, spaghetti-string black tank top or a long black t-shirt, a dolphin night shirt or her sweatshirt with some sporty shorts or pajama pants

Peridot will sleep in her uniform since it’s as comfortable as footie-pajamas, A sweatshirt with her alien boxers, black with a green alien shirt, basketball shorts, pajama pants, or a giant mine craft t-shirt from her former supervisor.

6.What’s their favorite piece of clothing?

Lapis’s is fashion lover, her favorite pieces of clothing are her original bikini top and blue skirt, her adorable shark onsie, She has picked up lots of victoria secret brand clothes, stylish tank tops, fish pun t-shirts, crop tops, Lot’s of sporty basketball shorts, short shorts or rarely sweatpants. Absolute favorite She loves her Dark-light blue and starry galaxy sweatshirt.

Peridot is a lack of style nerd dress shirts and bow ties. She loves her countless sweatshirts, her uniform, Steven’s shirts, alien shorts, and a night mine-craft giant t-shirt from Honeydew.

7. What do they do when they wake up?

If they wake up, that is. They need to be awakened! They both shower, grab breakfast or don’t, put on their usual homeworld outfits or other types of clothing and head out.

8.How do they sleep? Position?

Lapis a bit of a restless sleeper, also Lapis snores sleeping with her dolphin plush Porpoise, loudly with a blowing berr~ noise similar to the sleeping of whales. She never not switches positions sleeping on her back to her side to her stomach constantly until she gets comfortable.

She kicks, groans, and sighs angelically. That is if she doesn’t have a night terror then everyone is doomed. Using her water powers in her sleep!

Lappy, will twist her blanket up from moving so much at night. the movement will pull her p.j. shirt up over revealing her belly. Lapis likes to feel cool and breezy at night so often her feet will stick out free of her blanket.

She has a bad habit of pulling her blanket over her head when annoyed or hiding making herself vulnerable to tickle attacks on her sensitive feet, but she insists on not wearing many socks so it’s a risk she is willing to take.

(Peridot & Lapis might talk in their sleep if they are stressed out.)

Now while Peridot snores, and it is loud she will settle flinching her toes and hands every so often. Little whimpers and kicks will be present to squeak out of her if she has a nightmare. Peridot sleeps balled up like a kitty-cat mostly on her side or back with her hands folded over.

She might have her thumb in her mouth sometimes or her hand resting on her cheek. When she doesn’t have nightmares or does she curls up to whoever she loves, purring like a kitten.

During the night, as Honeydew or her roommate Lapis knows. Peridot’s snoring,  I promise, it will calm down into slower breathing~ She is a cuddle-er, often sleeping with a recovered an alien plush or the most noticeable on the side of her bed a Mine-craft creeper plush named Zippy. On the other side a plush mine-craft pig that she beats up at night if she wakes and is furious she has a nightmare.  

9.What do their hands feel like?

Lapis strong, firm, hands, are quite rough and calloused from using them for physical movement. They are rather rough, but smooth and soothing at time little drippy and wet with her water.

Peridot hat the warmest, little tiny-baby soft hands. Because she moisturizes and washes her hands a-lot. Her small stubby fingers clamp around your hand like a toddlers hand hold, but boy! is her grip something legendary tight when she doesn’t get her way.

10. If you kissed them, what would they usually taste like?

Lapis brushes her teeth so blue-kids, toothpaste. Also since my Lapis wears a lot of flavored lip gloss, most favored blueberry, strawberry or cinnamon.

If she has been snaking while you kiss her it’s possible you will taste either breath spray, sriracha sauce, “Snickers” candy bar, blue-slushies, ice cubes, or gummy worms.  

Peridot is very good at brushing her teeth so you can taste Mint Green toothpaste. If she has been munching on mints, Peppermint.

If you kiss her while she’s eating there’s a huge possibility you will ingest- Glow-stick juice, (toxic! I’m afraid.)

Other tastes includes- Cookie Butter, Apples, Oranges, Doritos, and Mountain Dew

[chocolatequeennk]

Red and White, Be Mine Tonight

On a New Year’s Eve on an alien planet, the Doctor and Rose take an important step in their relationship. Ten x Rose, teen.

This story is set in the True Things ‘verse, after Believing and Knowing and before Jackie Tyler Saves the Universe.

I used two squares on the @timepetalsprompts winter fic bingo card: white and wish.

Their outfits--and thus a great deal of the background for the gala--was inspired by this painting by @the-untempered-prism

AO3 | FF.NET | TSP

The Doctor sighed in contentment as Rose cuddled closer to him. These moments spent in the hazy afterglow of lovemaking were some of the favourites he shared with her. He loved the intimacy of knowing this time belonged only to them. The sweetness of the temporary telepathic connection that came to life each time they made love only highlighted the specialness.

Their skin cooled as sweat evaporated, and he tugged the duvet up to cover them. At the same time, he began to withdraw from her mind like he always did.

A soft sound of dissatisfaction stopped him. “Rose?” He brushed a kiss to her forehead. “What’s wrong, love?”

“Nothing, it’s just…” She sighed and kissed his chest, in between his hearts. “I wish we didn’t have to undo our telepathic connection every time we’re done making love.”

The Doctor’s hand was raised, poised so he could run his fingers through her hair. Her mumbled confession shocked him, though, and he froze. A moment later, his hand landed somewhat heavily on her head, and Rose shifted until he had his hand wrapped around her shoulder.

“What’s going on in that brain of yours?” she asked. “I hope I didn’t make you think this isn’t enough for me. Because it is, it really is. Travelling through time and space with my alien lover.” She grinned up at him as she said that, and he tilted his head to capture that tongue in a kiss.

His mind kept working, though. Because contrary to her fears, her words hadn’t made him think she was unhappy with their relationship—they’d given him hope that she might be interested in more.

oOoOoOoOo

“So, where are we off to?” Rose asked the Doctor the next morning. Her legs swung back and forth as she sat on the jump seat, watching him fly the TARDIS.

To her surprise, he tugged at his ear—a sure sign that he was nervous. “Well, I happen to have an invitation to the New Year’s ball on Ostrao,” the Doctor said. “I thought we could put on formal clothes and go tonight?”

Rose slid off the jump seat and walked over to him. “You’re going to risk the Tux of Doom?” she teased, tugging gently on his tie.

The Doctor’s hands landed on her waist and he pulled her close. “I’m going to be very, very careful with the coordinates,” he promised. “And the TARDIS says she’ll help. I just…” He sighed and brushed his thumbs over her hips. “I want to take you someplace special.”

Rose smiled at him. “Yeah, that would be nice. That would be lovely, actually.”

The Doctor grinned and spun around the console. “And there will be no Tux of Doom. The dress code for this event is a bit strict, as you will discover when you go to the wardrobe room.”

“What do you mean?” Rose asked.

He threw the lever, then shooed her off as the time rotor started its slow chug. “Go on; you’ll find out.”

Rose raised an eyebrow, but the Doctor just laughed and pushed gently on the middle of her back. “Go! I’ll meet you back here in an hour.”

She shook her head, but her steps were eager as she left the console room. If he’d sent her to the wardrobe room, he really was planning something special.

When Rose stepped inside the cavernous room, she immediately understood the Doctor’s oblique remarks. The entire area near the door was filled with racks of red and white dresses. “Oh, these are gorgeous,” Rose told the TARDIS as she flipped quickly through the first rack.

A sleeveless white satin and lace top caught her eye, and she set it aside and moved to a rack of skirts. A thought occurred to her as she rejected five taffeta skirts—if the Doctor wouldn’t be in his tux because of the dress code, that must mean he’d be in red and white, too. Which, by extension, meant that for once, he’d be wearing something she’d never seen before.

Rose bit her lip, and her fingers fumbled with a few hangers. She had no idea how he’d pull off red and white, but she was positive he’d look gorgeous in his new outfit.

She paused on a long, velvet skirt in a rich shade of crimson. “Oh, that’ll look amazing,” she murmured, and took both garments over to her vanity so she could change.

A quick look in the mirror thirty minutes later assured Rose that she looked ready for a holiday gala. “Wish me luck,” she whispered to the TARDIS as she walked out of the room, and the ship wrapped her in a warm telepathic hug.

The Doctor’s back was to her when she entered the console room, and a smile tugged at her lips when she spotted his outfit. “Of course you have a red and white pinstriped suit,” she teased. “Looks like it fits just like your brown one—do you just have the same suit in a variety of colours?”

“Well, I do have—”

The Doctor’s sentence trailed off into silence when he turned around and caught sight of Rose. Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and she’d found a red velvet cloak to wear over her dress. He took half a step toward her, already itching to feel the plush texture beneath his fingers.

She held her arms out so the cloak would fall away from her body a little, letting him see some of the gown. “What do you think?” she asked, giving a quick twirl.

“Blimey, you’re gorgeous, love,” he whispered. He sighed when he reached for her; the fabric of the cloak and skirt were almost as soft as her skin.

Rose’s eyes lit up. “Not just considering I’m human?” Her tongue teased him, drawing his attention to her lips, painted deep red to match her gown.

He shook his head firmly. “You are gorgeous, full stop.”

She tugged on his red tie until he bent down enough that she could reach his lips. I love you.

The Doctor pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. These little bits of telepathic contact only teased them both, but hopefully, if she agreed, they could have more after tonight.

He glanced down at her and locked that thought up as tightly as he possibly could; the real purpose of their trip tonight was supposed to be a surprise.

“You know,” he said after he cleared his throat. “We’ve already landed. We should probably go outside before we miss the entire party.”

Rose nodded quickly and spun away from him. “Tell me about where we are,” she asked as he pushed the doors open.

The Doctor smiled at her little gasp of awe when she saw the planet. The path to the palace was lined with trees, and for the gala tonight, they’d been covered in thousands of fairy lights. The twinkling lights reflecting on the freshly fallen snow made the planet sparkle.

He shut the doors behind them and took her hand. “Ostrao is the centre of the Saulea Empire,” he said as they walked towards the palace gates. “They’re very big on celebrating transitions and new beginnings in this culture, so the start of the new year is the biggest holiday of all.”

“And why red and white?” Rose asked. They could see other guests arriving now, all of them dressed in the same two colours.

“White symbolises newness, and red is for happiness.”

They were quiet for a few minutes as they entered the palace. Like the trees, the walls and ceiling were lit with fairy lights. Red satin streamers and banners hung from the ceiling, and even the invitation the Doctor handed over at the door was red ink printed on white vellum.

“You actually had a real invitation?” Rose whispered to him. “I thought you just meant we’d use the psychic paper to get in, like usual.”

“Nope!” He popped the p and bounced on his toes. “This time, I was really invited. I might have saved the current king from an assassination attempt a few years back. Or is it a few years in the future? I don’t know… pretty sure it’s the current king, though.”

Rose giggled and poked him in the side. “You’re barmy,” she told him, her eyes sparkling up at him.

“And yet you love me,” he countered. “What does that say about your sanity?”

They reached the cloakroom and she undid the tie on her cape. “Barking mad, me,” she agreed as she slid it off and handed it to the attendant.

The Doctor swallowed hard when he got his first unobstructed view of her outfit. The white lacy top was sleeveless, leaving her shoulders bare. That was more enticing to him than cleavage would have been, and he couldn’t resist pressing a line of barely-there kisses to her right shoulder.

Rose stepped away from him and took his hand. “I thought you’d like that,” she whispered as they entered the ballroom.

“I’d like it if you danced with me,” he countered, pulling her towards the floor. She smiled happily, but he could feel her sense of humour bubbling at the edge of his awareness, and he waited for her teasing comments.

They weren’t long in coming. “Dancing first thing?” She wrapped one arm around his shoulders while he placed a hand on her waist. “No excited babbling about nibbles, or how this ballroom was designed by some famous architect?”

The Doctor shook his head and drew her close, sighing when she rested her cheek against his chest. “No more deflection, remember?” he whispered in her ear. “No more running, no more pretending.”

“So all those times you came up with ridiculous facts…”

“I was trying to distract you—or myself—from the undeniable intimacy of whatever situation we’d found ourselves in,” he confirmed.

She snuggled closer to him and he tightened his hold on her. “I think I like the new no-running Doctor.”

“Yeah?” The Doctor tried to swallow, but his throat was too dry. “Enough to stay with him?”

Rose huffed and pulled back enough to glare at him before settling against him again. “You’re daft,” she said bluntly. “Of course I’m staying with you.”

He managed to swallow, finally, and choke out his next question. “How—how long are you going to stay with me?”

“Forever.”

She sounded so sure, so certain—like she’d never considered any other possibility. He wanted to ask her how long ago she’d made that decision, but he knew he needed to get through the next few steps before she really figured out that all the agitation she could sense telepathically was his.

The Doctor navigated them to the edge of the dance floor. “You know, you never asked if there was a reason I’d chosen this year in particular to use the invitation.”

Rose looked up at him. “Is there?”

He took her hand and tugged her away from the crowds. “Oh, yes.”

The Doctor’s anxiety finally came through to Rose as he led her up a narrow, twisting staircase. Not for the first time, she wished they could have the same deep connection they shared while making love all the time. Being able to pick up on what he was feeling without understanding why he was upset didn’t do much good.

She shot him a sidelong look. Well, at least he doesn’t really look that worried, she thought. More nervous than anxious, maybe?

A moment later, her ponderings were interrupted when he led her out onto a balcony. Rose shivered in the winter night air, and the Doctor quickly wrapped her in his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder so he could whisper in her ear.

“Look up at the sky. It should start any minute.”

Rose leaned back against his chest and stared at the unfamiliar stars. One twinkled, then seemed to fall through the atmosphere, and she made a wish on it as it flared and then burnt out. Please, let me stay with him forever.

Something shimmered just at the edge of her vision, and she turned her head to watch it. The small burst of colour was already fading, but another soon followed, and then another.

“It’s the Northern Lights,” Rose breathed.

The Doctor hummed. “Only they’re much rarer on Ostrao than they are on Earth. The Saulean sun isn’t nearly as active as old Sol; the aurora only happen here once or twice in a generation. And tonight is the only time in millennia of recorded history that they happen on the night of the New Year.”

He hesitated for a moment, then Rose felt his mind brush against hers. She started to relax into his telepathic embrace, but he pulled back just enough to make that impossible.

“Doctor?”

He sighed, and Rose shivered when his breath tickled her neck. “Last night, you said you wished we could be like this all the time,” he said, bringing his mind just a little bit closer to hers. “What would you say if I told you we could?”

Rose turned in his arms so she could see his face, but the Doctor pressed his finger to her lips before she could tell him how much she wanted that.

“Before you… before you say yes, I should explain a little.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and Rose’s skin tingled where he’d touched her. “This is… it’s called a bond. It’s a way of tying two minds together, and…” He took a deep breath. “And it’s unbreakable. If we did this, our minds would be connected for the rest of our lives.”

Rose’s eyes widened. “This is why you asked me how long I’m going to stay with you.”

The Doctor nodded. “Yes.”

The sky behind the palace was awash with colour, and in the courtyard below, Rose heard people exclaiming over the beauty. But for her, the glory of the aurora paled in comparison to what was happening there on the balcony. A permanent bond, and a promise to stay with him forever…

“This bond… it’s like marriage for your people, isn’t it?” she whispered.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “It was, yeah. I never thought… there was never anyone I trusted enough to be this open with, until I met you.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I didn’t think you’d want something like this, though, until last night.”

The Doctor held his breath as he waited for Rose’s answer. The comparison to marriage was the closest parallel, but a bond was still more than a human marriage. The irrevocable nature, the absolute openness and intimacy… It was what he craved, but it was quite different from what Rose’s upbringing had taught her to expect in a life commitment.

Rose took his hands and stepped closer to him. “Could we do it now?”

The Doctor’s hearts stopped and his eager mind nearly surged into hers unchecked, but he made himself ask one last time. “Are you positive, Rose?”

“Yeah, I am. When you’re not there…” She bit her lip. “It feels lonely in my mind. I want you there with me, sharing my life as I share yours.”  

The Doctor blinked several times against the sudden tears that threatened. “I’m lonely without you, too,” he agreed, his voice hoarse.

Rose smiled up at him. “Then let’s bond, right here. It’s the new year, and the universe is putting on a show, just for us.”

The Doctor stumbled over his instructions in a few places, but soon enough, Rose had her hands on his temples and was pushing slowly into his mind as he worked his way into hers. He could see the colours flaring across the sky behind his closed eyelids as he recited the traditional vows, then he opened his eyes and looked down at Rose, bathed in purple light, as she promised to stay with him forever and tie their timelines together.

When they were done, he tentatively removed his hands from her temples and nearly collapsed beneath the wave of happiness and pleasure when he did not lose the connection with her. She was there in his mind, just as vibrant and real as she stood physically before him.

“Are we married now?” Rose had her arms around his neck and her lips were only an inch away from his.

“Yeah.”

“Then Doctor, you may now kiss the bride.”

The wide grin stretching across his face made it hard to kiss her properly, but he didn’t think his new bond mate minded the slightly awkward kiss. Her giggle when her nose bumped against his turned into full-fledged laughter when he picked her up and spun her around.

“Rose Tyler,” he said as he set her back down.

“Yes, love?” she asked, taking his hand and lacing their fingers together securely.

The Doctor grinned down at her, just as wide and manic as he had the night he’d met her. “Run!”

The rest of the palace guests stared in astonishment as the couple raced through the great hall and out the doors, not even stopping for Rose’s cloak. Outside, it had started to snow, and they laughed again as they ran beneath the colour-changing sky back to the TARDIS.

[homestuck-secret-santa]

Homestuck Secret Santa 2016

gift fic for @cronnchy– happy holidays!! (and sorry for the lateness ;;)

Dave’s first Christmas was fucked up.

Of course, it was probably unfair to put undue emphasis on his first Christmas. Upon further examination, it was safe to say that his second, third, fourth, and every Christmas of his thirteen years of life was fucked up, not just the first one.

This wasn’t due to the custom-made Smuppet ornaments that adorned the Christmas cactus, or the stockings made of the same material as an anime body pillow, or even the severed horse head his bro gave him, wrapped in Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff wrapping paper, ala The Godfather (thankfully with a plush horse instead). No, all of these things might seem strange to an outsider, but Dave didn’t even bat an eye (not like anyone could tell, either, with his certified Coolkid aviators controlling his emotional output at all times. Instead, the most bizarre, the most outrageous part of his childhood Christmases was that there was never any snow.

As any resident of Satan’s Asshole, or the southern United States, could tell you, snow was a rare sight, not just at Christmas but at any time of year. Oh sure, it would occasionally fall in January or February, slushy, fake snow that would end up melted by the afternoon– but Dave had never even had that. Every Christmas it was hot enough outside that he could’ve walked around in a speedo or jumped into a lake without even the slightest fear of hypothermia, both things his bro had done one Christmas or another.

Dave wouldn’t even have been so bitter about it if the phrase “White Christmas” wasn’t tossed around so much, and if every goddamn Disney movie or Christmas card had to shove perfect snowy scenes in his face every December. Every time he watched a Christmas special and saw the children rolling around in the snow while sleigh bells jingled overhead, the more he realized there was something fundamentally wrong with his version of Christmas.

Well. Aside from the Smuppets.

To add to this predicament, every time Christmas rolled around in New York Rose was ass-deep in snow, so all of her messages contained some complaint about the nuclear family and capitalist vestige of a “perfect white Christmas”. Normally Dave would be down for shittalking capitalism with her, but he couldn’t help but be annoyed at her ungratefulness, since he’d give anything to get out of the literal hell that was Texas and into some snowy, wintery wonderland, filled with pine trees and mansions in the woods.

Thankfully, Jade shared his predicament. Living on a tropical island with no one but her grandpa (or so he had thought, at thirteen years old, only to learn that she’d been all by herself for years, which was worse) she had no snow, no cold weather at all, and none of the trappings of a regular Christmas. She’d spent her December sitting in the greenhouse with her enormous dogs, eating atomic steaks and decorating a twenty-foot tree with homemade ornaments. (Which didn’t sound so bad, actually.) The two of them had commiserated for years over their lack of snow on Christmas, although Jade didn’t object too much because the warm weather was optimal for plant-growing and she didn’t think she’d like snow all that much, really!

Finally, there was John, who, much in the same vein as Rose, was no help. Living in Washington meant he got a decent amount every year, perfectly blanketing his suburban neighborhood. Every year he had pictures of snowmen with funny disguises, or his attempt at drawing Nicholas Cage’s face in the snow. Rose may have had quantity, but John had quality; he could sled, ice-skate, and make snow angels without worrying about hypothermia the way she did.

He did, however, sympathize with Dave. “No snow?” he’d said, two days before Christmas as they chatted on Pesterchum. Flurries were coming down outside his window, while the sun shone vibrantly outside of Dave’s. “That sucks. You need to visit me when it’s snowing, I’ll show you how it’s done!”

“It doesn’t take a genius to run around in some powdery white shit,” he’d replied, “but I’ll hold you to that promise.”

The truth was, as a thirteen year old broiling with teen angst and grappling with an unresolved crush on his best friend, there was nothing Dave would’ve liked better than to fuck around in the snow with John in the Washington suburbia, living out every one of his Hallmark fantasies. How and when they would meet in person, Dave hadn’t figured out, but he was determined to make it happen.

And then the world ended, and he had other things to worry about.

x-x-x

By the time Dave sees snow for the first time, the world he knew is gone. It all went so quickly; the meteors, the egg, the sword through his bro’s chest and the feathery bird version of himself who tried to save John from dying and John himself, sending fireflies and wisps of wind all across their session as he ascended to the heavens or something like that. Technically they still haven’t met in person, although John and Davesprite have; he can’t help but be jealous of that fact  He still has that crush, but then again he doesn’t have much time to think or dwell on anything  (ironically since he now has literally nothing but time). Still, he can’t help but remember John’s words as he crunches through the snow of LOFAF.

It had been too long since they’d talked.

Dave had been working overtime, running around timelines and spinning his timetables enough to make him sick. He had twenty-one dead Johns at his doorstep and a dozen Roses and Jades spread out across doomed timelines, but for the moment, he was going frog-hunting.

While Jade scampered through the snow, searching for the key to their entire universe, Dave took in their snowy surroundings. Jade had already been on LOFAF for awhile, so none of it was new to her, but to Dave, it was a whole new world. The snow piled thick and soft in huge drifts, painting the world a stark white save for the green trees, bright red flowers, and occasional frog or hummingbird. In the distance, Jade’s tower stood like a beacon against the gray sky, the lights of Skaia twinkling softly in the distance.

What he would’ve given to have a planet like this instead of his hellscape of heat and clanging metal.

“Hey, Jade,” he’d said, lifting her to inspect the branches of a tree. “Have you made snowmen or gone sledding or anything yet?”

“I had a bit of fun when I first got on my planet!” she’d replied, shaking snow from her hair. “But there really hasn’t been time for that. Especially now… we’ve got to find that frog!”

“Oh, of course. But I dunno… it feels pretty damn Christmas-y to me, even though it’s April or something. Assuming anyone’s keeping track of arbitrary shit like that now. Don’t you think we should celebrate the Christmas we’ve been deprived of?”

It was at this point Jade looked over at him, looking more serious than he’d ever seen her, and said, “Of course we are.”

Thus, the Kringlefucker was born because they decided, shit, let’s be Santa, and through great abuse of alchemizing, a merry time was had by all. It wasn’t quite the Christmas Dave had envisioned before the game, but nonetheless he was content to sit with Jade on the roof of her tower around a shitty jpeg tree, watching the snow fall softly onto her silent planet.

“John and Rose should be here,” Jade said, echoing Dave’s train of thought perfectly. But instead of succumbing to sappiness, he’d shrugged.

“When we create the new world we can have as many Christmases as we want together. We can even invite those weird troll guys. But first…”

“But first, we have to find that frog!” Jade hopped to her feet. “Shall we go?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” He thought, in that moment, how thankful he was for Jade, and about how in the new world, he would’ve alchemized a sled for him and John, and how Rose would’ve been knitting away at ugly sweaters for all of them.

But, like usual, Dave didn’t have too much time to think or dwell on things. That was probably for the best.

Still, they couldn’t find those frogs fast enough.

x-x-x

The new world wasn’t exactly how Dave envisioned it.

There was a Scratch, and the Green Sun, and a bomb, and he and Rose godtiered and now they’re on a meteor hurtling through space with five gray alien trolls for three whole years, apparently. It would actually be a decent arrangement except for the fact that John and Jade were on their own ship, an actual golden boat, en route to the new session, and they won’t be able to see each other for those same three years. Nor would they be able to communicate– no Pesterchum, carrier pigeon, or Pony Express can help them now. The last semblance of communication they had was a letter in a bucket that caused Karkat to lose his shit, and that was it.

It was strange; Dave used to talk to John every single day on Pesterchum, talking about movies and webcomics and all manner of nonsensical things, filling pages and pages of Pesterchum with nothing. Dave would even keep writing after John had signed off, ranting and rambling and rapping, wondering if John even read all of those messages or just passed it off as the same bull he always spouted.

But all of that, only to lead to straight radio silence. Nothing. They weren’t going to be hearing from John and Jade for awhile, and he accepts that.

And frankly, the trolls weren’t too bad. Terezi was as weird as her messages had implied, which was a relief, and she licked any available surface, a habit so unhygienic and hazardous it was very distinctly Terezi. Her moirail, (whatever the fuck that meant) Vriska, was a shit-stirrer if Dave had ever seen one, and was also the troll who had guided John on his quest and fucked over their session in more than one universe.

The two of them made quite a pair, and despite Teresa’s tendency to not display any negative emotions, and the fact that Dave doubted if Vriska even had a soul at all, they seemed to care deeply together. They clearly had some history together, although Dave didn’t pry too much into details because the trolls had a lot of stories and they were all fucked up (and he’d find out eventually anyways).

As for Karkat and Kanaya, well, the former was loud and angry, about what Dave had expected, but they did adopt the disgustingly sweet habit of curling up on the couch to watch movies together, so he couldn’t be too annoyed by his short fuse and no indoor voice. As for Kanaya, she and Rose spent most of their time flirting in ways Dave didn’t really want to get involved in, but was sweet enough from afar.

And the less said about Gamzee, the better.

All in all, the meteor wasn’t exactly a terrible place to be, even if it did give them ample time to reflect on their shortcomings in the three years of doing jack shit.

It was hard to the gauge the passage of time when you’re essentially detached from it- unless you’re the Knight of Time, that is. Dave knew the time down to the exact second, which was why when Christmas came around he was the first to know.

“Holy shit,” he said, making Karkat look up from his romance novel. “It’s Christmas.”

“What the fuck is that?”

“There’s got to be some troll equivalent of it… you know, fat guy in a red suit gives you gifts, you song around a tree, you celebrate the birth of Christ?”

Karkat continued to stare at him.

“It’s that holiday you celebrate at the end of the year?”

“You’re probably thinking of Twelfth Perigree’s Eve, but that hasn’t happened yet and we don’t have any of the weird traditions you have.”

“I seriously doubt that.” Dave got to his feet. “Well, whatever. I’m going to go talk to Rose.”

Miraculously, Rose wasn’t already involved with Kanaya, so Dave sat right down, pushed her book away, and said,”Rose, it’s Christmas.”

“Is it really?”

“Try to contain all that enthusiasm, will you?”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of religion in my youth, and my mother’s overabundance of Christmas spirit rather killed the holiday for me.”

“Goddamnit Rose; you’re the only one on this ship that knows what Christmas is.Give me some Christmas spirit won’t you?”

“Ho ho ho,” she said drily.

“Thanks,” Dave said. “First you don’t appreciate all the snow you got, and now you’re completely devoid of spirit… I feel so merry.”

“You wouldn’t like snow either if it trapped you inside your house with your overbearing and passive aggressive mother.” Rose replied, pulling her book back in front of her.

“Well I was trapped inside with my bro whether it was snowing or not, so it would’ve been nice to have a little Christmas cheer while we were at it.”

“Listen Dave, if you’re that set on celebrating Christmas then I’ll knit us some ugly sweaters and we can go about it, but I don’t think anyone else on this meteor would care.”

“The trolls apparently have their own version of Christmas, so we can celebrate that too I guess.” Dave slumped over the table. “I wonder if John and Jade are celebrating Christmas now…”

“Considering that time is lost to everybody but you, I’d say no.”

“It was worth a shot. Hey, are you going to start knitting those sweaters or not? We’re wasting the Christmas magic.”

“I don’t think Santa would approve of that attitude.” Rose began to reach for the needles and yarn that were sitting across the table from her.

“I’ll save some mistletoe for you and Kanaya, how about that?”

“So thoughtful.” Rose pulled out a red ball of yarn. “I’ll get some for you and John, then.”

“Good luck with that, when he’s essentially a universe away. Who said I still have my shitty thirteen year old crush, anyway?”

“Trust me, I know you.” Rose cast him a glance. “After all, we are siblings, aren’t we?”

Dave paused. “I guess we are�� huh.”

“Something strange about that?”

“Nah,” Dave shut his mouth before he said something sappy or appeared emotionally vulnerable, both dangerous when Rose was in his presence.

When he had celebrated Christmas with Jade, there had been so much going on he hadn’t even had time to think, whereas now he had too much time to do so. For a moment, he’d wondered about his bro– remembered their past Christmases together– and had almost, for a moment…

But he still had a family.

(Even if, when it came to Christmas, she was incredibly sacrilegious and was only celebrating with him out of pity and probably a mockery of the whole thing.)

“You know, I at least wish it’d snow.”

“Maybe we’ll pass through a dream bubble or something.”

x-x-x

“Shouldn’t we start making up our own holidays?”

Karkat looked up from where he’d been fiddling with the hand-knitted sweater Rose had given him. “What?”

“I mean, we’re gods now, right? We can make whatever holidays we want. We can even send down our own baby Jesus, and make our own Christmas and with better traditions.”

“I think Christmas’s traditions are just fine!” Jade exclaimed from where she sat next to Karkat. “And I thought you liked Christmas, Dave.”

“I do,” Dave replied. “But I mean, it could use some updating. And not just Christmas, we can create holidays of our own–”

“I say we make Nic Cage’s birthday a national holiday,” volunteered John.

“Goddamnit John, I thought we were over this Nic Cage stuff,” Dave groaned. “The carapacians don’t even know who that is. You’ve gotta come up with something better than that, man.”

“I don’t think the carapacians really know or care about what we do!” Roxy said cheerfully, walking into the living room where most of them were assembled and handing them each a mug. “Here, take some of Janey’s special eggnog.”

“Is it alcohol?” John asked dubiously.

“Come on Johnny, live a little!” Roxy said, nudging him. She had on a santa hat and had somehow managed to wrap a festive string of lights around her entire person. “Actually, I don’t know what’s in, but Janey makes everything with love.”

“Bleh,” John said, even though he accepted a glass and took a hearty swig from it. “Well, at least it’s not cake.”

“There’s plenty of that too!” Jane called from the kitchen, to which John made a face.

Miraculously, they had all managed to gather together for Christmas this year, with both of those terms being used loosely. ‘Christmas’ had little meaning, with the trolls and Calliope having no connection to the holiday and the rest of them, being literal gods, attaching little religious significance to the holiday. And ‘this year’ had little bearing as well, given that they were all effectively immortal. However, they had all been relatively busy, making gathering in one place quite a challenge.

And yet, here they were. Rose, with Kanaya’s grudging help, had hand-knitted everyone a sweater, which they were all wearing, despite the relative heat of the indoors. Jane and her dad had been cooking away all day with Roxy and Calliope’s help (why she would want to cook after working all day was a mystery) and Jake and Dirk were gracing Terezi with the glory that was Christmas movies (even though Dave had already shown her Elf.) Vriska, whom Terezi had somehow rescued from the void, was trying to replace all of their Christmas decorations with Halloween ones, with Karkat yelling at her. Jade had coerced John into helping her wrap a mountain of presents, and for some reason two new trolls– Aradia and Sollux– had arrived, presumably also from the void, like Vriska, bearing gifts (while Aradia’s red getup did suspiciously resemble Santa’s, Sollux’s blind and irritable demeanor suggested nothing of the sort).

It was still surreal to Dave that they were all together– unharmed, alive, and relatively enjoying life. Of course, the trolls had to cope with the fact that their numbers had been depleted, making Dave glad he had managed to survive with John, Jade, and Rose all still alive. They’d had plenty of trials along the way, but somehow, they survived.

And now they were celebrating Christmas together, like he’d always wanted.

It was almost too cheesy and picture-perfect for Dave to stomach, but he figured they deserved it.

“Hey, guys!” The front door of John and Jane’s house, where they’d all been gathering, slammed open. Jake charged in, apparently finished with his movie marathon, his glasses askew and cheeks bright red. “It’s snowing out there!”

“That’s perfect!” Roxy cheered. “Snow on Christmas day. I never had that in the future, it was always hot as hell.”

“Same,” Dirk sighed.

“Well, that sucks,” John said. “In my neighborhood we always had plenty of snow!”

And suddenly, it comes back to him.

“No snow? That sucks. You need to visit me when it’s snowing, I’ll show you how it’s done!”

All those years of staring out a window, looking for a snowflake– either that, or a ticket to Washington. Of running through the snow, looking for frogs, or sitting through a dream bubble of that very illusion. Dave’s Christmas has been pretty damn perfect but there’s one thing he needs to complete it.

Abruptly, he stands, dragging John with him, much to the latter’s complaints. “Where are we going, I didn’t even get to finish the eggnog–”

“Shut up, I have to talk to you.” Dave dragged him from the living room, packed to the brim with people and presents and a giant tree, and to the front step, shutting the door behind them. His breath forms a cloud and he rubs his palms together. “Remember that one time when we were thirteen and we talked about having snow?”

John cocks his head and Dave realizes it’s too mundane a detail for him to remember. He’s about to backtrack when he nods and smiles, slightly bemused. “I think?”

“Well, you told me you’d show me the right way to play in the snow.” Dave turned towards the actual winter wonderland that is Can Town before him. “Now do your worst, Egbert.”

And just like that, John began laughing. There’s no one around and the sound echoes in the silent white landscape. “You really remember that?” he said, wiping his eyes, before shaking his head and saying, “And you don’t know how to play in the snow?”

“The last time I was in snow I was too busy frog-foraging to have time to frolic.” Dave kicked a pile of snow. “Look at all of this white shit. It’s blinding.”

“Well, if you really want me to show you….” John adjusted his glasses, which had fogged up slightly. “I hope you can keep up.”

“I’ve been ready since the day you told me.”

John smiled, and Dave tried to keep his heart from flipping over in his chest. “Then let’s go.”

They start with the basics– snowman making. Dave could deal with that, easy, and began applying his own artistic merit until there’s a giant Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff in the front yard. He and John almost began snowscaping Nic Cage’s face, a favorite winter pasttime of John’s, before he decided it would take too long. They moved on, now working on snow angels.

Dave was genuinely surprised by how enjoyable it was to lay on your back and wave your arms and legs. The result was something that didn’t exactly resemble an angel, and yet he felt a connection with Northerners he’d never felt before.

They lobbed snowballs at each other for a solid twenty minutes, almost ready to engage in full on turf warfare before John decided that it was time to move on lest they break a window, or each other’s nose. It was at this point that he declared it was time for his favorite activity.

“Sledding!” he announced, going through the shed, where somehow he found a battered red sled. “I have no idea why this is here… but whatever. Let’s go find the biggest hill we can!”

“Hell yeah,” Dave said. “See, this is the kind of winter activity I wanted to do. None of those lame snow-angels or whatever. It’s no fun until you can potentially throw yourself into a tree.”

“You loved the snow angels,” John said, rolling his eyes. “Anyways, let’s get going.”

(By then, they had completely forgotten about everybody inside the house. Dave would miss Jane’s Christmas cake, but it was for the best, since John would have undoubtedly run from the room screaming.)

“Huh…”

“What?” John said, as they trekked through the snowy woods. Can Town’s buildings glimmered in the distance as they mounted higher and higher up a hill, their feet crunching through the snow.

“I just… agh, never mind. It’s stupid.”

“Ok, now that you’ve said that, you have to tell me.” John waited, then sighed. “Daaaave…”

“Fine, ok. When we first entered the game, I got to have Christmas with Jade. And then, when we were on the meteor, I had it with Rose. So now, I thought, I finally get to have it with you.”

Silence lapsed over the two of them as they climbed the hill, Dave feeling his cheeks heating even more. He was just about to keel over in the snow when John finally said something.

“I guess you’re right,” he cast his eyes on the ground, breathing out small puffs. “But we’ll have plenty of time to spend together now, right?”

“Yeah…”

“You know,” John said, staring up at the cold winter sky. “I really missed you.”

Dave feels a culmination of years and years of jumbled emotions rise up in his throat, but instead of feeling choked by them, it’s like a weight has been lifted from his chest. “I missed you too.”

“Hey…” John said, gesturing in front of them. “We’ve reached the top of the hill! You ready to go?”

And in an instant, the moment between the two of them vanished. But instead of being disappointed, Dave can’t help but smile. Ever since reuniting they’d bounced between being best bros or being something more, something Dave had tortured himself with for years. But it was  Christmas, and there was snow,  and they had got years and years to figure it out, whatever “it” is. (Even if the mistletoe Rose had hung over the door would answer that question soon enough.)

Ultimately, it didn’t matter. Because Dave had plenty of time. And for once, there was nothing to worry about.