#Last post of the year

[malestarssockedfeet]

[bratdotcom]

Rises The Moon ♡

( Ethan Winters x GN!reader || bedtime rituals with your husband ♡ )

“You put Rose to bed, dear?” You ask softly, Ethan tugs you gently down into the comforter of your shared bed, pulling it over your shoulders. “Yup. She's knocked out. Read her that bedtime story you said she'd like.” He replies, though the soft light of the bedpost lamps didn't help you see your husband's face too well, you could tell he was smiling to himself. Proud himself. Proud of how far both you'd have come.

Now safe with nice weighted blankets to keep you warm, he glances over to his hand. Scarred and yet somehow, still there. Still alive.

Like you.

You were still there. There for him, despite everything.

Despite everything, you still loved him.

He pulls you close, kissing the crown of your head with the covers wrapped around the both of you. The soft lights silhouette around your form, giving you a crown of light behind your own. A halo, if he was wording it right in his head.

Though, you don't notice this yourself. Ethan surely did. He was your husband, after all.

“I love you, you know that, right babe?” His voice was soft, gentle. That's how his voice always was, with you and Rose. Always. Gentle with her, gentle with you. That's how it should be, Ethan thought. He runs his thumb over your shoulder, holding you as close as he possibly could.

“I know, I know.” You reply softly, chuckling. “Don't have to tell me twice.” You add, you run your hand along his jaw to the apple of his cheek. You press your lips against his, into a sweet kiss. Short and sweet, then you pull away from his lips.

Although you were married, it never stopped Ethan's face from heating up completely whenever you kissed him. Anywhere, really. His hands, his lips, his forehead. He'd melt if you kissed his hands. Always. Kiss along his knuckles, and he'll turn into red in the face goop.

And you do just that, like a little bedtime ritual you've committed yourself to ever since you've both found a place to rest your heads under. Kissing each knuckle, holding his hand gently in yours. Blessing your lips onto his skin, he felt honored. To be this in love with you, to be the object of your affection.

Ethan can't help but lay there, a bit flustered and quietly going along with your movements. He doesn't really know how to react, besides just going along with what you're doing. He wasn't the best with words when it came to things like this.

You pull away from his hand, smiling to yourself when you see how red in the face Ethan was. And, to add to his flusteredness, you place a kiss on his forehead. That was the final nail in the coffin for him, a soft, plush coffin.

“Goodnight, dear.” You say, snuggling into the covers. Your hand snakes around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

“Goodnight, dear.” He repeats back, taking your body language as a signal to turn off the lights and finally get some sleep.

It takes him a couple minutes of cuddling to finally calm down the heat in his face.

[bunny-rambles]

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New Years.

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characters; Albedo, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Tighnari, Xiao, gn reader

cw/tw; very small hints of angst in Kaeya’s, kisses for new year, very fluffy, surprise in Kazuha’s :)

word count; 3.4k

notes; Happy new year !! Kazuha’s part is dedicated to my dearest friend @kazuily, with that said, I hope the next year for you is filled with happiness !! Enjoy !!

Please reblog if you like this!!

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Albedo

“Try to stay still, darling.” The blonde's voice came muffled from behind his canvas, earning a chuckle from his partner - you.

“Sorry, bedo! The snow just tickles.” Your nose scrunched up adorably as you spoke, another quiet noise of amusement escaping your blue tinted lips.

The alchemist smiled, unable to become frustrated when you looked so cute like that. He was nearly done anyway, so no harm done. His brush moved quick, eager to finish so he could get you nice and warm inside of his camp. He was not blind to the way you trembled under the harsh, icy wind. Then, he signed his name at the corner of the masterpiece, nodding in satisfaction.

“I believe I’m done. Would you like to see?” Of course, but that went unsaid as you hurried to his side.

“Oh, bedo! You made me look so pretty!”

“I’m only capturing what I see.” The words fell from his lips easily, blunt despite the soft undertone of his reply. His pale cheeks started to beam bright when he felt your frozen lips press to his temple. Twice, he counted idly.

“I love it, thank you so much!” His lips curled upwards, his cerulean eyes slipping shut for a moment.

“You’re freezing, dear. Let’s head back.” The prince stood, taking your own hand in one while the painting stayed in the other. He settled the picture on the easel in his workshop, brushing snowflakes carefully off your captured expression. He admired it quietly, faintly aware of the way you were shuffling about the surroundings, no doubt trying to find two empty mugs for the hot cocoa you’d just prepared. It wasn’t quite as perfect as you were, but now he could remember the moment, and see how ethereal you looked dancing amongst the snowflakes.

“Do we have marshmallows?” Your voice broke him out of his trance, bringing him back to a sight just as glorious as his imagination. You - truly a masterpiece.

“Let me get them.”

The pair of you sat next to one another, warm drinks in hand, eyes cast towards the fresh snow falling outside of your makeshift shelter.

“It’s New Year’s Day soon, isn’t it?” Albedo questioned, receiving a nod from you, your lips busy nursing the chocolatey liquid.

“Hm.” He hummed, lowering down his mug then carefully setting his hand down on yours to lower your own. You both stared at each other for a moment. No words needed to be exchanged. Then, the two you leaned forwards, drawn to one another like the powerful push and pull of gravity itself, your souls merging as one in this small gesture of love.

“Happy new year.” Both of your hushed voices whisper, before joining together once again.

Kaeya

A quiet moment was rare for the cavalry captain, especially when the drinks were flowing freely just underneath him. The man sips his drink silently, languid, taking his time to savour the taste. It would be the last one of the year, after all. And of course, he was alone. He didn’t count Diluc tending to the bar, refusing to acknowledge the constant glances the red head was giving him.

“Mind if I sit here?” He knew that voice.

His one eye, slightly glazed over thanks to the alcohol in his system, slides up to meet your face. Your features were contorted with nervousness, teeth sinking into the flesh of your lower lip. If he was feeling anything other than melancholic, he might’ve seen the sight as less endearing and more… Suggestive.

“You? Why, you don’t even need to ask.” The sultry voice of the knight chuckled, gesturing to the empty chair next to him. Hesitantly, you sat down.

The atmosphere is tense.

He’s wondering why you even bothered to waste your time with him, waste the last precious moments of this year with someone like him. You weren’t even talking. Was this out of some sort of pity?

“Kaeya, I…” Finally you spoke, but you immediately trailed off.

“Hm?”

“I was wondering if… If you…”

He shifted closer, trying his best to hear you over the lively hustle of the tavern.

“I was wondering if you could be my New Year's kiss!”

You spoke so quickly he had to blink a few times to register if what you just asked was something he had imagined.

“Perhaps I’m more intoxicated than I thought. Did I just hear you wanted a kiss from me?” The man asked, a playful smirk tugging on his lips. Your head nodded, once. Well then. That answered his question.

“I’d be delighted, sweetheart.” He chuckled, his hand moving to cup your cheek clumsily. This might not have been real, but he didn’t think his mind could conjure up such alluring thoughts - of you no less. Your eyes closed, expectant and willing. Your cheeks were warm, had you been drinking too or was it your fluster?

His thumb caresses your skin lightly, savouring it just as he had for the wine before. And then his mind wonders, would you regret it if only you knew how much of a monster he really was?

“Are you okay?” You mumbled softly, eyes half open to look at him. He swallows. He had always thought there was a certain something about you, but now the sight before him was captivating like no other.

“Just… Just couldn’t stop looking at you. That’s all.” His voice is slightly slurred, but it’s more from nerves than the ingested alcohol. You hum lightly, but the sound is cut off by Kaeya’s lips locking with your own. The cheering underneath the two of you should’ve made him pull away, but he continues to press kisses against your lips, one after the other.

“Almost forgot - Happy new year.” Then, he resumes, indulging himself in the finest intoxicant - your lips.

Kazuha

He didn’t think he’d be back here.

He supposed it was fitting, returning now. With you. Truly, he was just grateful these were more cheerful circumstances, and not a fight for survival.

Yes. He was in no battle, and yet his heart would not calm, beating violently in his chest as if he was on the other end of a foe's blade. Perhaps that would’ve been easier to handle, he knew how to wield a weapon and manipulate a fight to be in his favour with ease. This, however…

Kazuha swallowed quietly as he gazed upon you, a small smile spreading across his face. How unaware you were.

You hummed in delight at the sweet treat you had just bitten into, your eyes crinkling closed at the pleasant flavour. “Ish sho good! Love, don’t you want to try?” As you spoke, you offered the stick of tri-colored dango towards him. He pauses for a moment, the bandages on his hand feeling tight as his fist clenched. Thankfully, you hadn’t noticed how strange he was acting tonight, or if you did you didn’t point it out - which he was incredibly thankful for.

He leaned over and took a small bite, nodding in agreement. “Not bad, but not as sweet as you.” Before you had time to react, he had already pressed a kiss to your heating cheek, a chuckle bubbling up when you tried to stutter out a response.

Your voice was quietened when his hand gently took your own. “There’s somewhere I want to take you. Will you come with me, dove?” His voice was soft, matching the look on his face, his smile widening when you nodded.

The walk was quiet, but comfortable. His fingers were intertwined with yours, occasionally squeezing your hand, just to let you know he was there - and to perhaps remind himself that you were still there too. Every time the two of you caught each other’s eye, the ronin jerked his head away from your curious gaze.

“Kazu?” You inquired quietly, but he simply stopped walking, turning away from the pathway.

“Here we are.” He smiled, before continuing. “I just thought you’d want a better view of the fireworks.”

You seated yourself carefully beside him once he got comfortable, his arm immediately wrapped around your waist. While your eyes were trained on the fantastical displays of vibrant colours in the sky, his were on you. Your eyes, the way your lips curled up and parted in awe, your face illuminated by the lights above - he wanted this to be committed permanently into his memory. How he wished he was a talented artist, or a photographer - but even if he was, no amount of brush strokes, or clicks of a camera, could ever capture just how beautiful you were in his eyes.

“My love, there’s something I wish to ask.”

“Yes?” Your reply was immediate, and it only made his heart beat all the more faster. He takes a deep breath, grabbing your hand in his own. You were expecting him to speak, but something else made you finally look over to him. A coolness against your skin that’s not unpleasant, almost as if it was meant to be there. Your eyes drop down to the ring on your finger, a ruby maple leaf in the middle of a silver band.

“I want to make you happy, dove. Not just this year, but the year after that too, and all the years to come until the end of time. To be with you for eternity would be a dream come true.” The wandering prince finally raises his gaze to lock his crimson orbs with yours.

“I love you, dearest. Please make this new year a happy one, and be mine.”

Scaramouche

“We’re lost.”

You felt your eye twitch in irritation at the blunt voice behind you, one of your hands curling into a loose fist.

“I know! I know we’re lost! I thought I was going the right way, but you were right and I was wrong, are you happy now?!”

Your chest heaved, and your body trembled in fury.

Hours. It had been hours of just aimless travelling, your efforts futile to find an inn for you and your wandering companion. The sky was clear, bathed in the warmth of the powerful sun when you had started your venture, now it was littered with dazzling stars, the silvery light of the moon illuminating your frustrated features. Still, to the man behind you, you had never looked more beautiful.

“Relax. It’s not a big deal.” If you didn’t look so enraged, he might’ve made a snide comment that yes, he was happy that you finally admit that he was right all along when he told you to follow the river. However, the day had been long enough. Even he was starting to feel an ache in his artificial legs, he couldn’t imagine what kind of pain your mortal body was experiencing. “Let’s just find a cave for the night-“

“No!” You cut him off, whipping around to face him. “I wanted to find somewhere nice for once so we could-“

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to finish, but your words never came.

“Well? Spit it out.” His tone feigned annoyance, his eyes rolling playfully at you.

“Do you know what day it is?” You asked quietly as you shuffled towards him, all anger melting out of your body, turning into shy meekness. He shook his head, his indigo hair framing his vibrant eyes.

“It’s the last night of the year. I wanted to…” All you wanted to do was spend the final moments of this year with him. It was silent for a moment before he turned his back on you, motioning with his head to the path up ahead as he spoke.

“Come with me.” You didn’t need to be told twice. You’d follow him to the ends of the earth, if he let you. His slender fingers gripped the edge of his hat and pulled it down to further obscure his face when the short walk uphill got you to your destination. There, you had a clear view of the magnificent scenery surrounding you, the vast sea of trees and winding rivers reflecting the starry sky above you. It felt as if you were floating, the world beneath your feet as you basked in the high heavens.

“This scenery should be quite breathtaking.” The wanderer beside you decided to speak up, after seating himself on a nearby rock. Carefully, you shuffled backwards until you too were sitting down.

“It is…” You whispered, letting your weary head rest against his shoulder. He stiffens, his synthetic heart halting in his hollow chest, his pale cheeks matching that of the crimson liner framing those doe eyes of his.

“We didn’t find a village, but is this enough?” He asks, quiet and timid, so unlike him. You simply nod with that smile, that damned smile, he adored so much. You’d be the death of him, he idly thinks to himself as his arm comes to rest around your waist. And in a moment of weakness for you (only you), the puppet pressed his lips against your own, letting them rest there when you didn’t pull away, murmuring gently,

“Happy new year.” A new day, a new life. He would make good of his own words, but his new life with you started now.

Tighnari

“I knew I’d find you here.”

The fox’s head perked up from the paper he was focusing on, the sound of your voice all too familiar to him.

There you were, arms crossed over your chest as you leaned against the doorway, a fond smile on your face. He let out a quiet chuckle, placing his quill back in its place carefully before making his way over to you, mimicking your pose as his arms crossed over his own chest.

“Didn’t feel like celebrating, master?” You teased, grinning when you saw the roll of his viridian eyes.

“We’re in the same rank now, there’s no need for you to call me that anymore.” The man groaned in feigned annoyance, and you couldn’t help but laugh quietly. You missed the way the head ranger's eyes sparkled at the melodic sound.

“Sorry, sorry! I was just wondering why you weren’t at the party - everyone’s waiting for you.” Ah. That’s why you decided to show up. Even though your presence was always cherished, you usually didn’t come to him without reason.

“I still have some work to finish up, so I decided to not go.” He was dedicated to his craft, but this much? No, you didn’t think so. You stared expectantly, causing his ear to twitch, one of his hands coming up to scratch at the back of it - a nervous habit of his. “Besides I… Don’t really like parties.”

“Too loud?” You summarised , and he nodded slowly. He could never hide anything from you, after all.

“I’d much rather stay here and not have to put up with completely wasted rangers trying to get touchy feely with me, just because they feel braver with alcohol in their system.” There was only one person he’d ever let do that, and they were right in front of him. A party wasn’t necessary. The thought of your hands running through the fur on his ears made his tail sway with delight, so much so it was thumping against the floor. It seemed to always do that with you - he tried everything to get it to stop, but it was just one of those unconditional things you brought out in him.

“Fair. Still…” You let out a quiet sigh. “I wish you were there. I want to go into the new year with you, after all.”

The fennec's ears stood straight up in surprise, his reddening cheeks thankfully hidden by the dim lit room, the only light coming from silver slivers of moonlight from his half-open door.

“Well- Uh- Ah- You’re-“ When did Tighnari of all people stumble over his words? A clear of his throat.

“You’re here now.” He finished, finally, quietly. You smiled softly, eyes locking with his own iridescent ones. A moment passes, with just the two of you staring at one another, gentle grins on your faces.

“There’s one tradition that I didn’t want to miss out on, though…” He finally broke the silence, his voice still quiet.

“What’s that, then?” You asked, just as quiet.

He waits for another moment, before one of his hands makes its way to rest against your cheek.

“This.”

Tighnari leans forward slowly and finally closes the gap between you, just as the muffled cheers of your colleagues in the distance began to grow louder. He only pulls away to mumble, “Happy new year,” before locking lips with you once more.

Xiao

A solitary adeptus gazes down at the bright lights of Liyue Harbour, his features relaxed, a look of serene calmness.

Peace. Something rare, and precious, for the vigilant yaksha. But with the promise of another year with you by his side, he had little to worry about for once. The dark miasma permeating his body was at ease at last.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” The beauty sitting next to him exclaimed, reaching inside of one of their pockets, intriguing the teal haired man next to them. You flashed a gentle smile as your hand retracted, revealing a small, neatly wrapped package. “I have something for you.” You chuckled softly, placing it in Xiao’s half open palm. Curious, golden orbs shifted down towards the tiny present, his head gently tilting to the side.

“It’s a New Year's present.” You whispered playfully after the moment of silence that followed, your smile too bright and radiant to look at - he was undeserving to look at such a pure sight. Carefully, his lithe fingers undid the perfect bow, then tore at the packaging with precision. He gave you one last look, just to make sure this was okay - was this gift really for him? One nod from you soothed his doubts. He takes a quiet breath before properly opening it.

There, laid delicately on the silk lined insides, sat a clear crystal brooch in the shape of a crystal fly. Stunned, he stared in awe as it glistened in the dim lit night, shining so bright it almost looked as if it was a fallen star from the blackened sky above.

“I remember once, you told me that I reminded you of one. So now, when we’re not together, you’ll always have me with you.” As you spoke, you had taken the small piece of jewellery from its casing and was presently pinning it to his chest, right above where his heart was. Still, the man said nothing, eyes blown wide as he continued to stare at it.

You were starting to get worried. Did he not like it? Maybe it was too much, or maybe he thought it was pointless, or even-

“Thank you.” He whispered, finally, his hand coming to close around the small, precious ornament. “But…” Oh no. Your chest constricted at the thought of him not being satisfied with something you spent hours thinking of, hoping and praying he would at least appreciate it.

The yaksha let out a quiet sigh, head lowering in��� embarrassment? Your eyebrows raised as his hand tightened protectively around what he was holding. “I wasn’t aware of the tradition of gift giving… So I…” His eyes shifted towards the side, his lips pursing slightly. Even though the night hid most things in its murky darkness, it could not hide the glorious sight of Xiao’s rosy cheeks. “I didn’t get anything for you.”

“Oh, is that what you were worried about?” Both in relief and amusement, you exhaled a quiet chuckle at the shy behaviour displayed by the mighty adeptus. “If you feel that bad about it, I suppose there is something you could do for me…”

Xiao’s unwavering gaze moved back to you, silently awaiting your command. The smile spreading across your lips made something in his chest tighten, his breath catching in his throat as you leaned in close, so close.

“My gift… A kiss.” He didn’t hesitate, following orders was something of second nature for him, but never had any of the acts he had committed for his previous masters ever felt so good. His lips moved softly against your own, the hand not clutching the brooch coming up to run lightly through your hair. Sweet, like the purest dreams, the taste addicting. You pulled away, his lips chasing yours but stopping himself before they connected again to hear what you had to say.

“Happy new year, my love.”

[dragons-hoard-of-fandoms]

I have this really dumb headcanon that Drones use gears and sprockets from old machinery and stuff as proposal/wedding rings because their fingers are too fat for actual rings.

As you can probably guess, this was in fact brought about by a fantasy of N finally getting to play rummy with the WDF while they wait for Khan to arrive so N can ask for his permission to marry Uzi, but he couldn't find a ring so he decided to use a really cool gear he found on the ground instead.

[grandiosenowhere]

[kingoffright]

With this Long Halloween finally over I present Day 31 of my Scarecrow Inktober

Happy Halloween.

[jase-is-ace]

Tease

Edit: THE PALE SKIN SEVEN IS NO MORE! I FINALLY HAVE BROWN MARKERS!

[angelleplaytoonbeary]

A Wednesday Infidelity doodle drawings 🎼🖤

And one more edit in "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" Movie :D

Enjoy and Happy New Year ^^ ☕💜🎊

[derpyy-y]

last post of the year! i could not pick two characters lmao i have a zillion comfort characters- even with this i HAD SUCH TROUBLE DECIDING.

[linezy-artblog]

I had a dream that Pepito had a pacifier

that was the whole dream so i had to draw it :)

[dirwael]

attic layouts!!

like or reblog if you save!!

[womanofwords]

The Countdown

Tobey was waiting for the local ball drop. All the big cities were doing it, and that meant that Fair City got jealous. He didn't normally stay up this late, but he had begged to just this once. He'd have the rest of the year to catch up on his missed sleep, after all.

"So, what will your New Year's Resolution be?" Tobey's mother asked. "Hopefully, not more robots."

"Why would I ever want that?" Tobey asked. "Less robots sounds awful."

"I think I'll be keeping my New Year's Resolution to myself, thank you very much." The blond boy padded upstairs to his room and grabbed a ripped piece of paper and a pencil.

And he made his own list.

Make noticeable robots

Eat ice cream (with WordGirl)

Enjoy sweet things when I get the chance

He could hear the TV downstairs. WordGirl was doing the countdown. He rushed downstairs to see her.

She was standing in front of a group of people with a big smile on her face. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1 . . . HAPPY NEW YEAR!" WordGirl cheered. Tobey watched from his living room with a cup of orange juice.

"Happy New Year, indeed," Tobey whispered.

[malestarssockedfeet]

[slugass]

it is "my headcanons about the sentient bottle of ink" time because the disabled vibes inky gives off are RADIANT

he's got social anxiety and autism

he has sensory processing disorder

he has ptsd

he has dysgraphia

his friends let him heal from trauma and be autistic all he wants bc they love him and he needs a break from all the bullying and ableism he gets

[theoddholloway]

A cloud ☁️

Happy New Year!

[eversea143]

December

It's the 31st of December, 23:58pm. You're at your place with friends and family, happily celbrating the end of the year and the arrival of next year. The air is abuzz with festive music and people chattering away merrily.

You're talking animatly with your sort-of crush from college, having a good time. Because of size constraint and the sheer turn up of part goers, you had to move into the kitchen in order to still be audible over the general din of the full apartment.

You have a glass in hand, the flute kind, topped up with the best champagne you could afford. You'd felt a little aghast at the price when you went to buy it, but for the holidays you're never averse to splurge a little. You'll make do with some warm up meals for a little while. Perhaps a nice thing to aim at for next year: saving up money.

Anyways, you're perhaps a little buzzed. Not full-on drunk, as the (only) responsible person at the party you're not about to start downing beers like some of the other guys. A couple actually already tapped out, snoring away on your couch with empty cans scattered about the floor. You at least hope they'll remember to clean up after themselves tomorrow.

A loud cheer rises up and your head snaps up before focusing on the digital clock of the kitchen oven. You look towards your friend and she seems to agree with your on-the-spot plan.

You both start counting down with everyone else.

It was a rough year, all the ups and downs making it not particularily difficult or easy. You remember the good memories fondly whilst hoping for better times conserning the bad ones.

On your little flat screen TV (a gift from your father after he saw the big box that came with the place) there's a livestream of some kind of public event, the calls of hundreds of thousands of people joining yours as you reach the end.

You aim to raise your glass right as you hit 1.

Then you pass out.

...

You awaken on the kitchen floor, eyes groggy and mind clouded. You aren't sure why you're on the floor, your memories of what had happened haven't yet cleared up. With some difficulty you get up, noticing shattered glass next to you and the pool of, presumably your drink, around it.

Your friend is almost right next to you, blessedly without a broken glass so close to her face. She's still out, like many others you notice when you begin to look around. You're the first to wake up from whatever affliction caused everyone to pass out.

You aren't terribly worried or concerned, strange as it is there doesn't seem to be anything else wrong. No one's dead, as far as you can tell, which is even better.

You check the time, not about to let this strange event faze you. Classes don't start until after winter break, but you have a part-time job that is rather stern about working hours.

It's only 8:05am, there's plenty of time to wake everyone up and send them on home.

Just as you look away, your head snaps back when you realize what else the digital clock is displaying.

32/12.

That can't be right, you think, frowning at the date. Dismissing it as an error, weird as it seems, you start rousing people in the living room.

But something in you has doubt, that oven clock never had the time wrong before after all. Against your better judgement you check the calender you bought for the new year and had hung up yesterday afternoon.

You blink and stare in utter befuddlement at the first page of the calender.

December.

Starting from 32 and going on until 62. It doesn't even say what proper day of the week any of them are, although you remember it being a Sunday yesterday, which makes today a Monday.

You reach out and start going through the pages, at first hoping and then silently begging for it to be a prank. Every one is similar, the month of December and numbers going up and up into the hundreds and beyond.

You pause when a part of you realizes how many pages you're holding up. You must have gone through over a dozen by now.

When you try to get a look at how many pages this cursed calander has, you find to your shock that they're a blur. You can't see how many, your vision there literally blurs into nothingness!

With a desperation for answers you turn to the TV, hoping there's some kind of news report on right now or something. This can't actually be happening, there's no way-

When you turn on the TV, which for some reason had turned off somewhere during the night, you find only one channel available to watch. And it shows only one message.

'December is here to stay. This year will never end. The worst is yet to come.'

You swallow nervously, then proceed to freak out.

The rest of the worlds is soon to follow.