#Holidays 2024

[bcakesbaxter]

Hope your new year ‘rocks’!

from the Baxter family💕

[preservationofnormalcy]

Norm here, everyone!

So, you may have heard some rumors about our visitor from Hexenwerk, Königsratte. It is true he's in serious medical condition - our staff experienced in parafictional individuals are working around the clock to keep him stable and find treatment.

That leads me to the reason for this posting - we're looking for help. We think we can treat Königsratte, but we need nutcrackers. Yes! Those decorations you all have. If you're in the area, physical donations are great*, but we're taking photos and artwork.

The key here is a story. See, Königsratte is from a story. We think that if we can support his story with our own, your own, we can help stabilize him again. Do you have a nutcracker that's been in your family? Did you see one at the store you jived with? Designing one in your sketchbook? We want to see it! Your submission could be the key to saving our visitor.

I've been authorized to treat this as a giveaway. If you're in North America, detail in your submission that you'd like to enter the giveaway, and after this is all over I'll contact one lucky winner for a free poster from our gift shop!

Our submission forms are all open, and all other social media output will be paused for the next little while. MISSI is here helping collect and collate all the submissions.

Thank you all for your help. We can't do this without you.

[jerzwriter]

It's Christmastime - and Ethan is thoroughly unimpressed. Luckily, he has Kaycee to turn that around - but can she make it happen?

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Kaycee MacClennan (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 1,411 Summary: See above.

A/N: Participating in @choicesholidays winter event - New Traditions - they have a few in here! :) Also, @choicesdecember2024, I think Miracle is the best match! lol

The line felt like it stretched the entire length of the mall, accompanied by all the annoyances that came with it: frazzled parents, sugared-up kids, and the occasional beleaguered adult questioning their life choices. It didn’t take long to determine what group a tall, scowling doctor with his arms crossed in front of his chest belonged to. Ethan Ramsey was firmly in the last group, and Kaycee couldn’t have been more amused.

He should have expected this, she thought; after all, this was their second Christmas together, and he had already survived year one at her side. She smiled at him, the picture of holiday cheer in her red sweater adorned with tiny reindeer. That sweater wasn’t a split-second decision. No, Kaycee had taken months to find the perfect design and purchased two, one for each of them. Ethan was wearing his, too. It would be visible if he took off his leather jacket, but he had made it clear before they left his condo... he was NOT taking off his leather jacket.

Kaycee’s eyes were full of mischief as she gently nudged him with her elbow. “You’re awfully quiet today,” she said with a slight smile.

Ethan let out an exasperated sigh. “You dragged me here against my will. Can’t you just enjoy my silent suffering?”

Chuckling, she stepped closer and leaned into his side. “Stop it, grumpy! You enjoy this, too! You’re just too much of a curmudgeonly old man to admit it!”

He arched an eyebrow, looking at her with a frown. “Negative,” he deadpanned.

“Yes, you absolutely are!” Kaycee insisted. “You’re so lucky to have me here to fix all this bah-humbug of yours! Besides... remember what I promised you later... if  you’re a good sport.”

His demeanor seemed to change on a dime, the corners of his mouth twitching upward despite himself. He leaned in close and whispered so only she could hear him. “I seem to remember a promise that involved scanty red lingerie and mistletoe. Can you remind me of the other details again? It might make this whole experience a little more bearable?”

“Sorry, babe,” she answered with amusement. “There will be no reward until we finish the task at hand, and your chances are better if you do it with a smile on your face.”

The line continued to shuffle forward at an excruciatingly slow pace, and though he tried to contain it, Ethan’s grumbling continued. “This is ridiculous.” “You realize we’re adults, Kaycee.” “We really don’t belong here.”

She bit her lip to refrain from laughing, her amusement growing with each mumbled complaint. She peeked ahead and saw it wouldn’t be much longer; the jolly man in red was getting closer with every step. “Stop it, Ethan! You know I’m right about this.”

“Right? Right about what?”

“That this is going to be fun. Admit it—deep down, you’re excited.”

Ethan snorted. “The only thing I’m excited about is how you’ll be repaying me later.”

She looked up at him with a smirk and playfully punched his arm. “If you keep torturing me here, I may just renege on my promise!”

Ethan looked stricken. “You wouldn’t!”

Kaycee didn’t get a chance to answer as they finally reached the front of the line, where an overly excited elf dressed in green and red tights greeted them with an almost eerie smile. “Hi there! Are we going for the basic photo package or the deluxe? The deluxe comes with extra prints, digital downloads, and even a festive frame!”

Before Ethan could say a word, Kaycee jumped in. “Deluxe, please. I want as many prints as possible to send to all our friends and family.”

Ethan’s eyes went wide. “That was not part of the deal,” he protested.

Kaycee remained the picture of holiday bliss when she smiled at his side. “Ethan, but it’s Santa!”

How had he ended up here? He was almost forty. He should be home with a glass of spiked eggnog by the fireplace. He ran a hand down his face and grumbled. “This is absolutely absurd.”

He was about to complain more when a tiny voice from behind interrupted him. Ethan felt the little hand tugging at his jacket just before the words hit his ear. “Mister, are you saying you don’t believe in Santa Claus?”

Ethan froze, turning to find a little boy of no more than six staring up at him. His wide eyes were filled with innocence, almost begging Ethan to offer a reassuring response. Ethan glanced at the boy and then at his parents, standing behind him. They watched with an amused expression as they waited for his reply.

Ethan hadn’t asked for it, but in that moment, memories from his own childhood rose to the surface. When he was about this boy’s age, he would spend his whole year compiling lists for Santa, three to be exact. One was a compilation of all the good things he had done, and the second was confessions of the not-so-good stuff. That one had an attachment with explanations and how he attempted to atone.   Then, there was his Christmas wish list. Each year, when he wrote it, he was sure he wouldn’t receive most of the things he asked for. He might have been young, but he was smart enough to know his family was struggling. He could tell when his Mom put an extra sweater on him instead of turning up the heat, when his dad insisted on taking extra shifts even though he was tired, and when his parents would put a few items back before they checked out at the grocery store. He was young but bright, and he knew.

Yet, every Christmas morning, it seemed like a miracle took place. He had no idea how it happened, but most, if not all, that he wished for would be wrapped beautifully under the family Christmas tree. Back then, he took that as proof positive that Santa was real. There was no other way. He hadn’t thought about that for years, but standing before this little boy, he could feel the emotion welling inside.

There was magic during the holiday season. It didn’t come from mythical creatures in red suits or tiny reindeer – but from the people who loved us the most. It came from parents who worked hard to create that magic, including his own parents, who did without themselves just to see the look in his eyes on Christmas day.

It came in the form of the beautiful woman beaming at his side. The one who knew him better than he knew himself and was not about to let him spend the rest of his days thinking wonder and hope were something that had died long ago. She insisted they had a place in his grown-up life, and looking at her now, it was apparent, the message was received.

He knelt down to the child’s level, his voice soft and tender, his eyes warm. “Of course I believe in Santa Claus. Santa is all about the magic of the holiday season. And you know what? That magic is real. One hundred percent real.”

The boy’s eyes sparkled with his reply. “Really? You mean it!”

Ethan nodded, wrapping his arm around Kaycee, who was beaming up at him with so much affection it made his chest tighten. “Really. It’s all around us – it’s surrounding you and me.”

The boy grinned as he turned and hugged his parent’s knees, and Ethan met the gaze of the woman he loved. “YOU are all the magic I need,” he murmured placing a kiss atop her head. “Thank you for reminding me of who I used to be.”

Kaycee’s eyes filled with tears as she held him tight, he didn’t know it, but he had just given her the greatest gift of all.

“Uhm, so... the pictures?” The now irritated elf asked.

“You heard the lady,” Ethan stated. “The deluxe package, in fact, make it two!”

Before they stepped into the winter wonderland that served as a backdrop to Santa’s throne, Ethan turned to Kaycee once more. “Merry Christmas, baby,” he said with a smile she’d cherish for all time.

“Merry Christmas, Ethan,” she whispered back.

Ethan took her hand and led her down the candy cane-trimmed path toward Santa, knowing precisely what he’d say when the jolly man asked him what he wanted for Christmas. He already had his gift, and she was standing by his side.

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

[mightypieworkshop]

This holiday season, may you be as cozy and content as Mothman!

[brandtsstuff10]

was nice to see you brother

📸 julianbrandt.

[bunny-jpeg]

hello bunny nation! happy weekend to everyone! i wanted to come on and say that i am taking a small vacation! i have been working tirelessly for a couple of months now and while i am in love with what i'm writing. i am very tired. going back to work after the summer on top of writing has been a bit of an adjustment and i'd love to take a break to focus on other activities!

from monday september 23rd till the 29th there will be no updates!

the bunny is taking a little break! the love and support from everyone has meant a lot to me, not to mention everyone who has suggested that i take a break once in a while! this is a hobby of mine and sometimes it is nice to recharge the creative battery so i can come back stronger!

orders for the bakery can still be submitted, but nothing new will be posted until the 29th (where there will be sunday specials). thank you for all the love and support! i hope you don't forget about me while i take my little holiday! <3

[peanuts80snerdgirl]

[nomoremaybe]

[voiceboss]

Holiday Voice Cards are READY!

I have them on an automatic send for Christmas Eve @ 13:00CST, but if you would like them sooner, let me know.

Using eMail is preferred (most of you should have received the order confirmation, for those who didn’t, message me wherever is more convenient to you).

I hope they’re enjoyed.

[hockeytown-gifs]

Gifting 🎅💖 - Detroit Red Wings - Dec. 2024

[theyanderespecialist]

Christmas With Velvette Part 1 (Scenario) Yandere Velvette X Autistic Reader (Hazbin Hotel)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! This is going to be a four-parter series! The first one is going to be shopping for and making gender bread men with Velvette as you are the autistic gender neutral reader! Also will have this in a video form as well! So, please enjoy this chapter here!  (Disclaimer: Velvette is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!  Disclaimer 2: Not All Autistic people act in this way, it is a spectrum and some Autistic people are good at masking so they can appear not to be autistic when they are! They may not even know they are autistic because of all of it!) 

Disclaimer: The reader/listener is Gender Neutral In This I believe.) 

(Velvette) (Christmas With Velvette Part One Shopping for/Making Gingerbread Men Cookies)  (No One's POV) 

You were out in the store with Velvette, it is the Holiday Season in the pride rings. Which meant people were even more assholes than normal. Of course, you were excited about making Gingerbread Men Cookies, but you wanted to get specific ingredients because of texture and taste. You are Autistic and an emotional one at that so it was hard for you to deal with the crowds and constant Christmas music in the stores.  You loved the holidays, but the stores and such were not made for you during this time. Velvette had your hand in hers as you two walked through the isles. It was extra packed today and she ensured you were okay.  "Now we just need this specific ginger." She says and you nod your head, making it down the spices aisle, you pull away from Velvette as you see there is only one left of the ginger you get. 

Once you got to it some sinner demon grabbed onto your hand and you froze. Like a deer in headlights.  "Let go of that!" She says. "I need it!"  "I-I got it fi-first, and I need it." You say not looking her in the eye as you feel like you might panic because of the confrontation. 

"Well, I do not give a damn if you need it!" She snapped. "Who the hell do you think you are, some big shot overlord!" 

"No, they are not." Velvette's voice came from behind you. "But they are dating an overlord, now let them go before I put an angelic bullet in your skull."  Velvette was right behind you and had an angelic gun in her hand with angelic bullets. You were still frozen and did not see how angry Velevette is but you can hear it in her voice. She was beyond pissed right now.  The sinner demon let you go and she ran off leaving you shaking, your knees felt weak, and your chest was starting to tighten. It was bad, as tears ran down your face and you fell in Velvette's arms. She helped you up and got you to calm down. The rest of the shopping trip was a blur and you soon found yourself at home. bundle up in blankets with hot cocoa.  "There we go, you calm down and then we can make your grandmother's recipe for gingerbread men." She says and kisses your cheek.  You felt much better and started to work on your tablet with your comfort destress apps and soon everything was in peace for you. 

Velvette was talking to Vox. "I want you to find this bitch, she dares laid her cheap ass hands on my (Name)!" Velvette growled into the phone.  "Do not worry, Velvette, I am on it, I know no one touches your sweet little one," Vox says. "Just give me some time and we will have her for you to deal with."  "Good, I got to go, text me when you got the bitch." 

"Of course, and save some of (Name's) cookies for me, their grandmother's recipe is so damn good," Vox says.  "Not if Val eats all the first," Velevette says and hangs up. 

It was now time to make them and you got up putting your mug into the dishwasher after rinsing it. She looked at you with a smile. "Ready?" She asks you and you nod.  You put on a pair of gloves because you did not like things touching your hands or getting messy. It made Bakin a lot more easier this way. It was a fun time and you notice a bit of cookie dough on Velvette's cheek. You leaned in and licked it off her cheek and then kissed her on the mouth. She was a bit shocked by this and kissed back. She then pressed you into a table and SMASH a bowl fell on the floor and she shooed you out so she could clean it up.  You two snuggled on the couch and waited for the cookies to be done. Once they were you went to the kitchen to get them off the cooling tray since it had been about a minute and get some ice-cold milk.  You are dipping the gingerbread man's head into the milk when you hear Velvette's phone go off. You grab it.  "Hey! Velv!" You call with a mouth full of cookies. "Vox texted you, says he gots the bit-"  You stopped as you saw the message. Velvette came in. "I can explain."  "You are killing people because of me, again." You say and she looks at you.  "It is not like that luv, she hurt you."  You hold your hand up. "I-I don't want to hear it, just please leave." She took her phone and left and you grabbed the plate of cookies. You were going to eat your feelings... 

You loved Velevtte, but her love could be toxic and sometimes you had no idea how to deal with it... 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS first Christmas with Velvette is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[violentdelightsproductions]

When beautiful, reckless Southern belle Zelda Sayre meets F. Scott Fitzgerald at a country club dance in 1918, she is seventeen and he is a young army lieutenant. Before long, Zelda has fallen for him, even though Scott isn't wealthy or prominent or even a Southerner and keeps insisting, absurdly, that his writing will bring him both fortune and fame. When he sells his first novel, she optimistically boards a train to New York, to marry him and take the rest as it comes. What comes, here at the dawn of the Jazz Age, is unimagined success and celebrity that will make Scott and Zelda legends in their own time. Each place they go becomes a playground:New York City, Long Island, Hollywood, Paris, and the French Riviera - where they join the endless party of the glamorous, sometimes doomed Lost Generation that includes Ernest Hemingway, Sara and Gerald Murphy, and Gertrude Stein.

A small tribute to the portrayal of Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald in Midnight in Paris, which is considered the most iconic representation of them. Within ten minutes Tom Hiddleston and Alison Pill brought the Fitzgeralds to life once again and had all of us fall in love with them.

Re-uploading this video for the holidays! ♥ Give some love to Tom Hiddleston and Allison Pill in one of their most iconic roles!

[preservationofnormalcy]

[jerzwriter]

It's Kiss-mas! A Carrick Family Holiday

Once again, @/artbyainna (IG) hits it out of the park! I have not done many commissions lately, but I wanted something special for my OTP for the holidays, and she delivered! Look at my babies with their babies!!! ❤️I'm simply in love with this!

I wrote a story to accompany it below.

Book: Open Heart (Post-Series) Pairing: Tobias x Casey Carrick (F!MC) Featuring: The Carrick Girls: Samantha, Brooke & Kayla Rating: General Words: 1,300 Summary: The Carrick family has opted to have a quiet Thanksgiving at home, and the girls have unknowingly started some new traditions.

Thanksgiving Morning

Thanksgiving morning was finally here, and the Carrick household was buzzing with activity. Tobias and Casey were in the kitchen perfecting their holiday meal while their daughters were in the adjoining family room. Toys were scattered about as Samantha read a poem about being thankful, Brooke busily colored decorations at the coffee table, and little Kayla sat nearby, babbling with delight. Casey watched the peaceful scene with a full heart; this was exactly the kind of holiday she had hoped for.

A short time later, Kayla’s sweet babbling stopped, and she waddled toward the kitchen with her dark curls bouncing and the look of joy that could only be found on a child’s face this time of year in place.  

“It’s Kiss-mas!” she announced triumphantly, beaming as she raised her arms in the air.

Samantha, who remained on the couch, rolled her eyes in true big-sister fashion. “It’s not Christmas, Kayla. Today’s Thanksgiving.”

Brooke looked up from her coloring, her brow slightly furrowed. Ever the peacemaker, she wanted to settle things quickly. “It is Thanksgiving,” she agreed. “But we can start celebrating Christmas today, too.”

Kayla’s tiny body appeared to tremble with glee. “Kiss-mas!”

Tobias scooped his youngest into his arms, pressing a kiss onto her chubby cheek. “You know what, sweetheart. We can start celebrating the Christmas season today.”

“Really?” Brooke gasped, her eyes wide. She had been trying to broker peace before but never imagined they’d get this lucky. “Does that mean we can put up the tree today?”

Casey joined the conversation, a soft smile on her lips. “We don’t have big plans,” she reminded Tobias. “Just us and the girls. So I think we could start decorating, don’t you?”

Tobias turned to her, Kayla wriggling happily in his arms. “I don't see why now. After dinner, we’ll make it happen. Tree, stockings, the works!”

“Yey!!!” Brooke squealed as she danced around the living room. Even Samantha couldn’t help but smile as Kayla happily declared, “It’s Kiss-mas!” once more.

Dinner Time

The house was filled with the aroma of roasting turkey. Samantha helped Tobias set the table, and Brooke and Casey were finishing up in the kitchen as Kayla chased the family cat, Pietro, all around the room. While Tobias and Casey were eager to dig into the delicious meal, the girls were more focused on the promise of Christmas decorating to come.

Samantha was the first to push her plate forward. “I’m done!” she announced with a broad grin.

“Done?” Tobias asked with a raised brow. “You barely touched your food, hon. You’ve gotta eat more than that.”

“Daddy’s right,” Brooke chimed in, clutching a dinner roll. “We need energy for decorating!”

Casey laughed softly, sharing an amused glance with Tobias. “We do need energy,” she agreed. “But there will be no decorating until after we have the pumpkin pie. That’s non-negotiable.”

Kayla sat tall in her high chair, clapping her hands. “Pie! Pie!” she giggled, pointing to the dessert on the counter.

“You can have pie, sweetie,” Casey promised. “As soon as you finish that turkey.”

Despite the older girl’s minds already being set on the tree, the meal was filled with tender moments, especially when they shared what they were most thankful for. Samantha had a long list prepared, covering everything from her family to her books and dolls. Brooke quickly added Mommy’s bedtime stories and Daddy’s pancakes as Tobias playfully whispered into his wife's ear, “Note, it’s not your food,” he laughed. Kayla’s contribution was a little less cohesive—“Cat! Turkey! Kiss-mas!” She yelled as Tobias grinned and told her that was a perfect list.

Decorating the Tree

The girls had barely cleared their plates before they asked their father to get the tree. Almost as eager as they were, he needed little prodding. He returned from the basement with plastic storage bins containing their decorations before Casey finished clearing the table. The girls squealed when he placed them next to the fireplace, where their stockings would soon hang.

Casey knelt beside one of the bins and pulled out their beloved angel tree topper, holding it up with a smile. “Remember this?” she asked Tobias, gently taking his hand. “We bought it our first Christmas together.”

“Before you had us?” Samantha asked, seemingly shocked that her parents had a life before she and her sisters entered it.

“Yep,” Tobias laughed. “Mommy and Daddy actually did things before you were all born, too, you know.”

“But I’m sure they weren’t as fun!” Brooke giggled as she pulled their stockings from another bin.

“Daddy, you have to start with the lights!” Samantha called out, already wrestling with a tangled string. Casey chuckled as Tobias groaned. She knew this was his least favorite part, but Samantha had already assigned the job to him.

The room quickly filled with laughter as holiday music played softly in the background. Brooke worked diligently on the lower branches while, with Tobias’s help, Samantha worked on the higher ones. Casey watched with a smile as she kept Kayla occupied, and they both kept Pietro away from the tree.

“Can we do the stockings next?” Brooke asked eagerly.

“Of course,” Tobias replied, then he helped Brooke hang them carefully along the mantle while Casey added the finishing touches to the tree.

With everything finally in place, they stepped back to admire their work - their faces aglow from the tree’s twinkling lights. It felt like magic. Tobias wrapped his arm around Casey, placing a kiss on her head. “This is perfection,” he whispered, and nearby, Kayla apparently agreed. “It’s Kiss-mas!” she yelled, bouncing up and down with delight.

The End of the Night

“What can we do next?” Samantha asked, hands on her hips.

Tobias exchanged a look with his exhausted wife. “I say we watch some Christmas movies,” he suggested, settling back into the couch.

“Can we have popcorn?” Brooke asked, though her tone left little room for negotiation.

“There’s no other way to do it,” Casey laughed, and as the girls piled onto the couch, Tobias joined her in the kitchen to make popcorn. With the quiet hum of the microwave filling the space, he slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her close.

“Do I tell you how thankful I am for you often enough?” he asked, his voice low and filled with emotion.

She tilted her head to meet his gaze, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “You tell me quite often,” she replied. “Do I do the same for you?”

“Yes,” he smirked. “But feel free to lay it on me more often. My ego isn’t as big as you think.”

Casey’s laughter filled the room as she gently smacked his chest. “Oh, please. Your ego couldn’t possibly get any bigger.”

They glanced into the living room, where the girls were snuggled under a blanket. Samantha and Brooke already bickering over what to watch first, while Kayla, nestled between them, looked completely unphased by the commotion.

“Our lives have sure changed since our first Thanksgiving together,” Casey said, leaning into Tobias’s chest.

He nodded, his voice full of reverence. “You can say that again, and they just keep getting better.”

“I love you,” she murmured.

“I love you too,” he replied, pressing a kiss to her temple before they carried the popcorn into the living room.

Settling onto the couch, Tobias announced, “All right! It’s Kayla’s turn to pick!” The toddler squealed, pointing at the screen. “Kiss-mas show!”

“Well, that narrows it down,” Casey laughed.

“Don’t worry, girls,” Tobias assured. “We’ll watch all of our favorites tonight.”

A gentle snow began to fall outside as Rudolph appeared on the television screen. Snuggled under the blanket with their daughters on their laps, Tobias and Casey’s hearts couldn’t have been more full. They shared a quick kiss before they turned back to the TV, basking in the glow of their tree and the simple joy of being together.

It was the perfect Thanksgiving, after all.

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics @openheartfanart

@choicesholidays New Traditions, Cuddling by the Fireplace @choicesmonthlychallengenov2024 thankful, television, pies, happiness

Tagging others separately.

[magolors-mailbox]

Magolor here! I hope everyone who celebrates had a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! If you want to see what I've been up to, there's a really great photo over on the official Kirby Twitter account! https://x.com/Kirby_JP/status/1874229525460177222?mx=2

I'll put the image here too, for the sake of convenience.

What a blast (hee hee!) we all had! Did any of my fans (that's you!) get any nice gifts this year? Feel more than welcome to show me in the reblogs!

Happy Holidays from everyone here at Merry Magoland!

[brandtsstuff10]

Obviously Jule has to be there.

📹 jannisbrandt