#Pentagram Christmas sweater

[noisycowboyglitter]

"Funny and Festive: Discover the Hail Santa Pentagram Ugly Christmas Sweater"

The "Funny Ugly Christmas Sweater Hail Santa Pentagram" combines traditional holiday kitsch with irreverent humor and occult imagery, creating a provocative and attention-grabbing garment. This unconventional sweater subverts the typical cheerful Christmas themes by incorporating darker elements in a playful manner.

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The centerpiece of the design likely features a pentagram, a five-pointed star often associated with occultism, cleverly integrated with Christmas motifs. Within or around the pentagram, the phrase "Hail Santa" appears, a cheeky play on words that sounds similar to a certain other phrase but refers to the jolly gift-giver instead.

The sweater might incorporate other humorous elements such as demonic-looking reindeer, elves with pointed ears and mischievous grins, or candy canes arranged to form pitchforks. Traditional Christmas colors of red and green could be paired with black for a more ominous feel.

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This type of sweater is designed for those with an edgy sense of humor who enjoy pushing boundaries and sparking conversations at holiday gatherings. It's perfect for ugly sweater contests, alternative Christmas parties, or for anyone who wants to inject a bit of subversive fun into the holiday season.

While definitely not suitable for all occasions, this sweater appeals to those who appreciate dark humor and enjoy playfully challenging conventional holiday norms. It's a statement piece that combines the ugly Christmas sweater tradition with a rebellious twist, sure to elicit laughs, raised eyebrows, and plenty of attention.

Small Christmas gifts are thoughtful tokens that capture the spirit of the season without overwhelming the recipient or breaking the bank. These compact presents are perfect for Secret Santa exchanges, stocking stuffers, or as additional treats alongside larger gifts.

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Popular small gift ideas include scented candles, artisanal chocolates, festive ornaments, or miniature bottles of premium spirits. Practical items like stylish keychain tools, pocket-sized hand creams, or travel-friendly tech accessories are both useful and appreciated.

For a personal touch, consider customized items such as monogrammed handkerchiefs, engraved keychains, or photo keepsakes. Book lovers might enjoy pocket-sized editions of classic novels or inspirational quote books.

Small gifts can also focus on experiences, like single-use face masks for a spa night, packets of gourmet hot chocolate, or seed packets for garden enthusiasts.

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The key to successful small gifts is choosing items that feel special and thoughtful, despite their size. These presents prove that good things often come in small packages.

[mamirhodessxox]

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Dead Witches Wish

*Evara and cody talking to a historian about her house* “Ah yes in the late 1920’s this house was owned by a satanic cult that was known for summoning..things.” “Things? What fucking things? CODY WHAT THINGS IS THE GODDAMN HISTORIAN TALKING ABOUT” “ASSUMING SATANIC THINGS GIVEN THE FACT THEY’RE A SATANIC FUCKING CULT EVE.”-Evara & Cody

“No yeah I’ll be sure to roleplay as fucking ghostbusters the next time I see some long black haired bitch crawl up my basement stares thanks for the suggestion.” “Yeah no problem!”-Renna & Seth

“Hey guy’s correct me if i’m wrong but is someones overly aged grandpa is standing in the corner over there mumbling reversed latin?” “Here’s a little suggestion! How about we fucking leave.”-Seth & Cody

“I hate you all for dragging me up here I was having the time of my damn life in miami.” “yeah well mami needed some help, so.” “Bet.”-Jey & Rhea

“Aren’t you just adorable.” “Guys I think rhea made me a lesbian what do i do?!” “RHEA stop making my girlfriend gay! I CALLED DIBS 2 FUCKING MONTHS AGO.”-Rhea, Evara & Cody

“Ok yeah very cool women in a ugly christmas sweater lets g-“ “NOT FUCKING COOL SHE JUST BIT ME AND STOOD UPSIDE DOWN ON THE CEILING WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS TOWN.”-Cody & Seth

“RANDY STOP LISTENING TO FUCKING MOTLEY CRUE WE’RE KIND OF FUCKED RIGHT NOW.” “NO JUST TRUST ME ON THIS, POWER OF ROCK DUDE!” “THE POWER OF ROCK GOT ME FUCKING BODY SLAMMED BY ZOZO THE FUCKING DEMON”-Renna & Randy

“Guys I would like to formerly apologize for making us play as the mystery gang from scooby doo by dragging us to an overly haunted and conveniently abandoned mental asylum.” “Fuck you.” “Love you too.”-Evara & Renna

“Soo, you wanna smash or what?” “are you actually asking me this right now during a possible sacrifice” “oh my god I can’t help it! This is the most boring fucking sacrifice i’ve attended.”-Seth & Becky

“Hey Eve how are y-“ “walk away.” “Yup.”-Dom & Cody

“Guys my toes are cold” “Well who’s fault is that Seth your the one who wanted to walk around a fucking forest after a snow storm in crocs.”-Seth & Renna

*Eve walking into a kitchen seeing a dead girl standing there* “Oh, ‘sup.” “You can see me?” “Well I mean, yeah, your either a ghost or I could be schizophrenic having a hallucination right now.” “Oh.” “Yeah.”-Evara & Dead chick

“I hope you know pressing a cross against my forehead isn’t doing anything. I’m literally wearing one right now.” “THEN GARLIC!” “I JUST FUCKING ATE GARLIC BREAD”-Cody & Renna

“Can you stop chanting bible verses to me I’m not possessed.” “After you threw a fucking knife at me? You need jesus” “YOUR LITERALLY A FUCKING VAMPIRE”-Evara & Cody

“Whoever is blasting doja cat across the house turn it off it’s fucking annoying.” “DOJA CAT IS A FUCKING PROPHECY SHUT UP”-Cody & Renna

“Who did it. Who broke my fucking stove.” “I got too excited when I cracked an egg I’m sorry, actuallg no I’m not. Fuck you and your stove bitch.”-Cody & Seth

“Do it. Do the thing.” “What fucking thing.” “Turn into a bat dipshit.” “THATS A MYTH GODDAMNIT.”-Randy & Cody

“You guys need to keep my sister out of this demon shit.” “Funny how you say demon shit when our roommate just engraved a goddamn pentagram on the ceiling.”-Cody & Emilia

“Hey just wanna let you know my brother thinks your hot.” “Oh..? Interesting” “NO I MEANT LIKE- LIKE TEMPERATURE WISE Y’KNOW LIKE- FUCK YOU EMILIA.”-Emilia, Evara & Cody

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[kingjain]

Baphomet Satanic Ugly Sweater Christmas Party

Are you tired of the same old Christmas parties? Looking for something unique, edgy, and fun? Look no further than the Baphomet Satanic Ugly Sweater Christmas Party! This unconventional gathering is designed to bring together like-minded individuals who appreciate a little darkness during the holidays. First and foremost, let's address the elephant in the room: the term "Satanic." While it may seem intimidating to some, the Baphomet Satanic Ugly Sweater Christmas Party isn't about promoting evil or worshiping the Devil. Instead, it embraces the aesthetic and symbolism associated with Baphomet, a figure often linked to occultism, mystery, and rebellion. This event is all in good fun and meant to be a celebration of individuality and unique interests. What better way to showcase your love for the unconventional than with an ugly sweater? Ugly sweater parties have become a staple of the holiday season, but the Baphomet twist adds an exciting and alternative touch. Attendees can let their creativity run wild as they deck themselves out in Baphomet-themed sweaters, complete with pentagrams, occult symbols, and an overall eerie vibe. It's a chance to express oneself and show off your love for all things dark and mysterious. The Baphomet Satanic Ugly Sweater Christmas Party is an inclusive event for men and women alike. No matter your gender identity, everyone is welcome to embrace their inner rebel and don their most outlandish Baphomet-themed attire. It's an opportunity to embrace your individuality and connect with others who share similar interests. Even if you're not a self-proclaimed "Satanist," this party is open to all who enjoy the aesthetics and symbolism associated with it. In addition to the opportunity for self-expression, the Baphomet Satanic Ugly Sweater Christmas Party also offers a platform for unique gift-giving. Instead of the typical Christmas presents, attendees can find an array of quirky, alternative gifts that cater to their unconventional tastes. From occult-inspired jewelry and artwork to creepy collectibles and apparel, there's something for everyone at this gathering. It's a chance to find truly one-of-a-kind items that you won't see under any regular Christmas tree. Ultimately, the Baphomet Satanic Ugly Sweater Christmas Party is all about celebrating individuality and embracing the unconventional. It's an alternative take on the traditional holiday festivities, offering a space for like-minded individuals to come together and have a devilishly good time. So, if you're tired of the same old holiday parties and want to inject some darkness into your celebrations, mark your calendars and come prepared to show off your best Baphomet-themed ugly sweater. Let the festivities begin!

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[dam13nz]

Feathers n' scales

Skating scowndle

There sat an angel in the clouds watching humans go about their night, not until he spotted a familiar friend. swooping down next to him he lightly tapped his shoulder

“What are you doing here?” the demon spoke “why should I not be here?” the angel replied back with a shrug, Even though heaven forbids angels to get personally close with a demon Abril saw no harm in friending one

Yet alone the son of the devil himself, damien. It was a cold night the snow laying a soft blanket on everything it touches “don’t you think it’s a bit cold to be out here?” abril questioned “it’s colder in hell y’know” damien walked away towards a crowd of people not caring if he left abril behind

Abril simply caught up to him, as they both blindly followed the path of the bustling city. “Christmas is coming up” abril spoke trying to make a conversation

“Well aware, i hate Christmas” the demon insulted with bitterness in his voice. “What’s so bad about it? Regardless of religion, it’s fun to play in the snow” abril told eyeing the snow ring

Damien looked to where Abril's gaze landed “shall we?” Abril opened his palm. A warm invitation to skate together, damien knew it was cold and even with his thin sweater he can’t help but feel warm around the blissful angel

He laid his hand on abrils palm allowing them to(primarily Damien) to sneak out two pairs of ice skates. Abril set his foot on the ice quickly and easily taking balance

As for Damien, he clung to the side’s of the ice ring “wait… can you even skate?” abril asked tilting his head “and now you know why i hate christmas” abril snorted at the all-so-powerful demon ironically not knowing how to skate being well aware that damien lived in

The 9th circle of hell. “Here hold my hand” once again abril offered to help him Damien's cold hand met Abril's as he finally let go of the side’s

Damien only stood still not wanting to fall. Their fingers intertwined with each other while Damien was getting a hang of skating

Though one wrong move set it all out of place, or maybe in. Damien slipped causing Abril to act quickly and catch him by the hip.

They did nothing but stare at each other’s eyes either being too ashamed or distracted by each other’s presence. “God what i’d do to simply be with you” Abril muttered

Only to be surprised by Damien's lips resting on his, abril brought Damien closer to him as they kissed. the sound of Christmas music blurred by as it felt like time slowed down

As soon they let go Damien left back to hell, Abril looked at the pentagram burnt and melted unto the ice leaving black ash on the mark

Abril sighed dreamily with a clear and obvious blushed face…

Truly, how could an angel and demon fall in love?

;)

[eddie]

ANSWERED MEME for : @wednesdcy wednesday said ❝ that is the ugliest sweater ive ever seen. and not in a good way. ❞

⛧˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ THE WORDS CAUGHT HIM BY SURPRISE, but the bluntness in which they’d been delivered left Eddie almost incapable of holding back a fit of laughter. Almost. The metalhead gazed downward at the girl that had approached him, dark chocolate eyes meeting with a pair that seemed somehow darker simplyby the influence of her gloomy disposition. She was like one of those little rainclouds that followed cartoon characters around, he’d thought, and he’d yet to change his stance on that opinion. He couldn’t even tell if she was trying to hurt his feelings, or if she was simply vocalizing a very brash observation. Truly, the articulation of her thoughts left him feeling completely at a loss, but he wasn’t about to let her rain on his parade.

            ❝ Shit, ❞ Eddie answered, the word cracking out with a laugh. ❝  You wound me! Tell me how you really feel, Addams. ❞ The words fell sarcastically from his lips as both of his hands raised to cover his chest, clutching the metaphorical injury that she’d carved into his heart with a little theatrical flair. He glanced down at the article of clothing that was the target of her attack then; a black sweater, with the face of Santa Clause surrounded by a decorative pentagram. Above it, the word ‘SLEIGHER’ was written, the rest of the space adorned with classic Christmas symbols like reindeer and trees. Admittedly, it was a little cheesy, but that had been the factor that had ultimately convinced him to make the purchase in the first place.

            ❝ You really don’t like it? ❞ Eddie continued, still looking down at the garment as he pulled at the bottom hem to stretch it out further, for viewing purposes. ❝ I thought it was clever. Y’know, sleigh-er. Like … the band? ❞ A pause followed as he lifted his gaze again, studying the girl’s face. Seemed like another swing and a miss. ❝ No? ❞ One of his eyebrows began to quirk upwards in genuine surprise. Maybe, just maybe, she would like it better if she understood the reference? Or maybe he was just giving one of them too much credit.

            His arms folded across his chest and he gave a pointed tilt of his head in her direction, his brow furrowing while his grin only widened further. ❝ Oh, come on. You’re kidding me! ❞ He knew that his musical tastes ran a little on the niche side, but he’d been almost positive that the reference was obvious enough for just about anyone to grasp.

[magicalshopping]

♡ Ugly Baphomet Christmas Sweater (S-4X) ♡ 

[dyn-draws]

Day 12! - 12 Days of OCs!!

Prompt -  Joulupukki

A satanist who utterly LOVES spending Christmas with his friends and family and his 2 hamsters

[kingfromort]

Here's a Commision I did for a friend.

[magnetothemagnificent]

[id: digital drawing of two young demons skating on the frozen road to Hell. The first demon on the left is based on a humanoid Gila Monster. He has an orange and black scaly reptilian face and arms with claws. His pink and black tongue is sticking out and he is smiling. He is wearing a light warm brown tunic with the arms torn off and a dark brown belt over light brown hose. He is wearing ice skates on his feet with dark brown straps. On his head he is wearing a dark red Santa hat with a white fluffy trim and pom-pom, and a white pentagram print on the fabric. The second demon is on the right and is based off a humanoid Star-nosed Mole. She has black fur and brown and pink large claws, and on her face is pink star-shaped nose, and her eyes aren't visible. She is wearing a dark red Christmas sweater with white trim, and a print of Baphomet on the chest with a bright red nose and Christmas bells at the chin. She is wearing mismatched socks, the right pink and the left green, and ice skates with dark brown straps. She is wearing a dark green scarf around her neck. They are skating on a road paved with frozen door-to-door salesmen. Above them is a light blue banner reading "Hellish Night" with a print of holly on each side, and behind it is a cloudy grey sky. There is a light flurry of snow. ]

"The road to Hell is paved with frozen door-to-door salesmen. On weekends many of the younger demons go ice-skating down it."

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[supposed2bfunny]

can we get more ot3 headcanons 🥺 2russdoc is so underrated

I gotchu bb!

-Russel has officially stolen Murdoc’s pink feather boa and has no intentions of giving it back. Murdoc would be pissed, except Russ looks great in it, so he wins this round.

-2D loves the sound of the rain, and he’ll often make Russ and Muds come outside for a bit and just meditate on the sound with him. Both Murdoc and Russel used to hate rainy days, but now they know it makes 2D happy, so they’ve gained a deeper appreciation for them.

-Russel started agonizing in like November over what to get Murdoc and 2D for Christmas since it’s been ages since he’s gone steady with anyone through the holidays. He is overthinking to the MAX. Too bad he doesn’t know 2D just plans on weaving some friendship bracelets and Murdoc doesn’t really do gift-giving for Christmas. They’re all on very different wavelengths here, but it’s the thought that counts.

-2D has officially taken to wearing Russel’s hoodies in the cooler weather. They’re huge on him, and they’re heavy, and the pressure feels amazing when he’s anxious. Russ and Muds think he looks adorable.

-Just, Murdoc coming up to Russel while he’s watching TV, kissing him deeply and passionately, then walking off casually to do Murdoc Things, leaving a very flustered Russel.

-When they’re trying to cajole Russel into doing things for them, 2D and Murdoc have taken to harmonizing Russel’s name and just chanting it together until he agrees to whatever stupid thing they want. Or maybe they’re just stimming on the sound of his name. Unclear.

-Murdoc has drawn pentagrams on 2D and Russel both in Sharpie marker. They get annoyed, but he insists it’s for protection. Is this some sort of Satanic ritual, or Murdoc’s little way of marking his lovers? You decide.

-The band has an ugly sweater contest. It is horrific. When Noodle isn’t listening, Murdoc starts cracking jokes about how he can’t wait to take said ugly sweaters off 2D and Russ, haw haw, haw.

-Since they’ve spent so much time together in quarantine, 2D has taught Russel and Murdoc both to play piano/keyboards quite well. Some of the keyboards you hear on Song Machine might not be 2D, but his newly-skilled bfs!

That’s all for now, but if you have more, there’s nothing more exciting than hearing some of your cute headcanons too, y’all!

[kingjain]

Black Cat Wicca Minnesota Ugly Christmas Sweater

If you are looking for the perfect gift that combines winter festivities, a touch of humor, and a dash of mysticism, then look no further than the Black Cat Wicca Minnesota Ugly Christmas Sweater. This unique sweater brings together elements that make it an excellent gift for everyone, both men and women. The Black Cat Wicca Minnesota Ugly Christmas Sweater is not your typical holiday attire. It stands out from the regular red and green sweaters with its vibrant black color, which symbolizes mystery and elegance. The sweater showcases a playful design that features adorable black cats adorned with mystical symbols, such as pentagrams and moons, along with the words "Black Cat Wicca Minnesota." This combination of whimsical cat motifs and mystical elements adds a touch of enchantment to the holiday season. What makes this sweater particularly appealing is its versatility. It is suitable for both men and women, meaning you don't have to worry about finding different gifts for everyone on your list. The unisex design allows for a comfortable fit and compliments any style or body shape. Whether your loved one prefers a cozy and relaxed look or wants to make a bold fashion statement, the Black Cat Wicca Minnesota Ugly Christmas Sweater is a perfect choice. The festive season is all about spreading joy and laughter, and this sweater does just that. Its tongue-in-cheek "ugly Christmas sweater" theme adds an element of humor to any holiday gathering. This makes it an excellent conversation starter and brings cheer to any party. Your loved one will not only be warm and cozy during the winter months but will also have a standout piece that sparks laughter and smiles wherever they go. Furthermore, the Black Cat Wicca Minnesota Ugly Christmas Sweater celebrates diversity and inclusivity. Wicca, a modern pagan witchcraft religion, has gained popularity over the years, emphasizing a connection to nature and the spiritual world. By incorporating Wiccan symbolism into the sweater's design, it recognizes and appreciates different belief systems and encourages tolerance and acceptance during the holiday season. In conclusion, the Black Cat Wicca Minnesota Ugly Christmas Sweater is a fantastic gift option that offers humor, mysticism, and inclusivity. Its unisex design ensures it is suitable for both men and women, saving you the hassle of searching for separate gifts. The unique combination of adorable black cats, mystical symbols, and tongue-in-cheek humor makes it a standout piece that sparks joy and laughter during the festive season. So, whether you're shopping for a cat lover, a lover of all things mystical, or simply someone who appreciates something different, this sweater is sure to make the perfect gift for everyone.

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[sweetlangdon]

Lights (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Notes: Just some Christmas inspired fluff with a dash of angst. AU from “Sojourn.” Also features Michael with reader’s adorable black cat.

Word Count: 3k

When you bring up the idea of celebrating Christmas, Michael wrinkles his nose at you. It’s an endearing expression, you think, as he peers up at you from the floor, a few golden curls hanging in front of his eyes, his fingers dragging absently through your cat’s inky black fur. It’d be downright adorable if he wasn’t indignant and half-disgusted by the mere thought. You wonder if it’s a little ridiculous to even suggest it.

You’re well aware of who and what Michael is.

Two days after you’d found him wandering around Los Angeles starving and exhausted—broken, you thought at first, beyond repair—the truth had come tumbling out. The truth should’ve changed your thoughts about him, should’ve made you toss him back out into the streets for fear of your life. But here you are, months later, the two of you coexisting in your tiny apartment because you couldn’t see past that sad, lost look in those bright blue eyes.

It’s still there, sometimes, and you wish you could do more to make it go away. You don’t know how to help him; you wonder if a stable roof over Michael’s head and food and companionship is enough to keep that dark spot on his soul from taking over. You can only hope that it is.

“What?” you ask, a hand on your hip.

Your cat flops over on his back in Michael’s lap, paws kneading the air, eyes closing as Michael scratches under his chin. The cat loves Michael—more than you, most of the time, and you’re not exactly sure who you’re most jealous of at this point. It’s hard to admit that you might even be jealous at all.

The cat has kept a new schedule since Michael moved in. You’ve found him trailing Michael from room to room, or curled up in the same chair while the two of you watch TV. Most nights he sleeps on Michael’s pillow or tucked against his chest and you wish you had a more comfortable bed to offer him than the fold-out couch. It’s good that he has some sort of companion to keep him occupied while you’re at work. If it wasn’t for the cat, who Michael adores, you’d still be afraid of coming home to an empty apartment.

“I can’t celebrate Christmas,” he says. His voice is soft, almost quiet.

You want to ask why, but before the question even leaves your mouth, Michael stares at you, hard. His face is caught between a glare and pure sarcasm, the corner of his mouth quirked upward.

You roll your eyes. “Michael…”

“I can’t.” He shakes his head, and your gaze lingers on the way his cherubic curls bounce. There’s a longing in his eyes that he won’t admit to. “I just…I can’t.”

Your eyebrows pull together as you frown. “Who says? I mean, you can make your own decisions now. You walked away from all of that, right?” For the past few months, the two of you had been slowly working on unlearning all of the toxic bullshit Michael had had fed to him from the people in his life. It was an ongoing process you weren’t sure you were qualified to handle.

“What do you want?” That was always your most important question to him, something you always had to remind him of. “And we won’t even think about the whole religious thing, either. I’ve never been into that part of it. But I like the decorations and the festivities and the gift giving. I…thought that it might be fun for us. You’d get to watch the cat try to destroy the tree.” You laugh, and Michael’s smirk broadens just a little as he glances down at the fur ball in his lap. “Will you? …Maybe?”

He considers it. You think maybe you’ve lost this fight, and it spirals into a line of thinking that you don’t want to acknowledge, as paranoid as it sounds. A future where he continues to drift away from you and into a life that you know he doesn’t want, even though he won’t admit it. A future that ends in fire and chaos and the apocalypse. You’re trying so hard to help him embrace his humanity, little by little, wherever you can.

Michael rakes his slender fingers through your cat’s fur. The cat’s fully asleep now, head settled on Michael’s knee, blending in with Michael’s black pants except for the tooth that sticks out of his mouth. He sighs, and you’re not sure if it’s one of some kind of relief. He’s exhausted in ways you can’t even understand, but you think that possibly, the burden on his shoulders has started to wither away a bit.

“All right,” he concedes.

You buy him an ugly Christmas sweater. It’s an impulse that you don’t bother to control, partially fueled by your insomnia. There’s a few minutes where you manage to track down one with an inverted pentagram, and another that actually says Hail Satan, but you decide against it. That would ruin weeks’ worth of progress. It’s the last thing you want, no matter how much your sleep-deprived, 3:00 AM brain thinks a Satanic Christmas sweater is kind of funny.

Michael physically recoils away from it when you present it to him, with horrified, wide eyes and one vehement shake of his head. You feel a little awful for laughing at the look of terror on his face and hold it up between the two of you to admire its loud green and red pattern adorned with glitter and lights that actually work.

“No.”

You turn on the lights with a press of your thumb. “It lights up.”

“I can see that,” Michael answers, so deadpan that you almost can’t contain yourself. “I’m still not wearing it.”

“It’s an embarrassing tradition.”

You toss the ugly sweater straight into his chest. He doesn’t move out of the way like you expect, catching it before it topples onto the floor. And for just a moment you’re hopeful, until he throws the sweater onto the couch and crosses his arms over his chest like a petulant, stubborn child. With his chin tilted up and everything.

“No fucking way,” Michael tells you, and that’s the end of that.

He helps you dig out the plastic Christmas tree from the back of the hall closet. The two of you wade through boxes and things you’ve somehow hoarded and can’t seem to get rid of to unearth a dented box held together at the seams with duct tape. Michael carries it into the living room, and while he’s struggling to break through an obscene amount of duct tape and keep the cat from getting in the way, you creep up behind him. You’re armed with a Santa hat identical to the one you’re wearing with your adorably ugly Christmas sweater. And you push it down onto his head, over those gorgeous, soft curls, with just a hint of satisfaction.

It takes him a moment to realize what’s happened, kneeling there on the floor amid a mess of tangled duct tape that the cat’s now chewing on. You watch his eyes move upward, eyebrows inching toward his hairline. The what the fuck expression that overtakes his face has you in a fit of giggles.

“It looks good on you,” you tell him.

He’s not impressed. He’s actually scowling at you. “This is ridiculous.”

“No one’s gonna see you wearing it…” You kneel on the other side of the box and contemplate the fake branches poking out of the ripped seams.

Michael plucks the hat off his head, though there’s a trace of that smirk on his lips that makes you believe he’s doing this just to fuck with you. “No.”

You wonder if he knows any other words.

The two of you manage to assemble the tree in record time, Michael always a step ahead, eyes narrowed in concentration even as the cat winds around his ankles. You’ve only had to tug the cat out of the branches twice so far, which seems to be another new record. You work in companionable silence, which is enough; you’re just glad that your holiday antics haven’t chased him off yet.

You grimace as you settle the box of decorations onto the floor. The cat puts his two front paws on one edge of the box, nosing at the mess of lights inside. At least the glass ornaments are intact, packed safely in their individual boxes. You wonder why you still buy glass ornaments with the cat around. Michael grabs him before he can get his sharp little teeth around a strand of lights, and the cat braces himself comfortably against Michael’s shoulder. Something inside you melts at the sight of their mutual, unspoken affection.

Michael regards the box with the same skepticism you feel. “Do any of those even work?”

You wince a little. “I guess we’ll find out.”

It takes you and Michael ages to untangle the lights. Both of you sit on the floor in front of the tree, knotted strands of multicolored lights in piles around your legs. Every two minutes, the cat tries to chew on them, and Michael has to brush him away with a wave of his hand and a pointed look. It’s a task that neither of you have the patience for.

The strand that Michael plugs into the power strip fails to light up. He groans, and his foot knocks into your knee as he flings the dead string of lights back into the box.

“How can you think this is fun?” he grouses. Michael sighs, and a stray curl that’s hanging over his forehead flutters. He looks even more adorable when he’s annoyed, but you keep that thought to yourself.

“This part sucks,” you agree. “It gets better, trust me.”

He gives you one of those sarcastic glares that you secretly love before he picks up an untested tangle of lights. When he plugs it in and every light glows, spilling red and green and blue and golden yellow and pink onto his pale skin, the triumphant grin that crosses his lips doesn’t go unnoticed. You think that maybe, slowly, he might warm up to some of your holiday traditions. After you’ve both successfully weeded out the broken strands from the ones that work, you start plugging them in. Michael watches you—and the cat, from the corner of his eye, as his mischievous paws try to swipe at the strands—twine the lights around the branches from the bottom up.

“You missed a spot.” When you turn around, Michael’s standing there with his head cocked to the side.

“Where?”

“Right there.”

You shoot him a glare for being unspecific and unhelpful, and he moves closer, that smirk making the corner of his lips curve and his eyes sparkle.

He points at a spot on the tree. “In the middle…no, not there…move to your right.” You’re fucking with him a little bit to lighten the mood. And now he’s grinning, so it’s mission accomplished. You like it when you’re able to soften his sharper edges.

“You do it, then.”

Michael’s shoulders drop, and he dips his head for a second in resignation before holding out his hand to accept the string of lights. Your fingertips brush his in the trade, a fleeting, gentle touch that makes the warmth of his skin linger on your own. He sets to work, and you take up the job of making sure the strands don’t get tangled or eaten by the cat. Michael drops into a crouch to fix the offending spot on the tree that you missed, then pulls himself up to his full height again to string the lights on the top half that you were never able to reach without a step ladder.

You start the delicate process of unboxing the ornaments and placing them on hooks. There will be a few causalities this year; you know this all too well from your cat’s prior Christmases, where he’s used the ornaments as toys. Next year, you decide you’ll buy plastic ornaments. Michael takes the ornaments from you with a cautious hand and begins to fill in the branches at the top. The lights reflect off their glittery, shiny gold and silver shapes, making the tree brighter. You work together to point out the empty branches or repeated colors. You feel Michael’s mood shift considerably; he’s softer, relaxed, a light in his eyes that had been very dim before. You think that maybe he’s even happy.

An ornament slips from your usually careful fingers and you gasp as you envision the crash that will follow, jagged pieces scattered all over the floor around your bare feet. But the ornament never reaches the floor. You watch the glittering, silver bulb float in the air until it’s eye level with you, your gaze flickering over to Michael. His hand is outstretched, palm facing upward, his fingers graceful and fluid. Aside from the one glimpse you’ve had of the mark behind his ear, it’s the only time you’re reminded that he’s not entirely human. It’s the first time you’ve seen the power you know he has in him used for good. He’s made the lights flicker and a few things break in your apartment before; all outbursts that he couldn’t seem to contain as something dark overpowered him.

This, though…this is soft.

You take the bulb from the air. “Thank you.” Michael nods.

Maybe there will be less ornament casualties this year.

You give Michael the honor of placing the star on top of the tree, and you’re surprised when he doesn’t protest. He stands on the tips of toes, even though you’ve offered the step ladder, which he stubbornly refused with an, “I’ve got it.”

While he’s grunting and perilously close to knocking a couple of ornaments loose from their branches, you think that there could have been a better solution to this. You figured he would’ve used his powers to make the job a bit easier, but his stubbornness knows no bounds. And you barely notice that he’s finally gotten the damn star on the branch because you were blatantly staring at the muscles of his lower abdomen that are now peeking out of the bottom of his shirt. You hope he doesn’t realize the blush on your cheeks.

“It’s crooked,” you say.

Michael stares at you as if you’ve committed some horrific offense. “It’s not crooked.”

From across the room, curled up on Michael’s discarded ugly Christmas sweater, the cat opens one eye to witness your bickering with mild interest.

“Yeah, it is,” you protest. “It’s clearly leaning to the side.”

“Fine.”

He grumbles some more, and you stare just a little longer, and finally, the star is straight. Michael’s hair is disheveled—you like it when he’s not so clean-cut—and his clothes are more rumpled now than when you first started decorating. He stands back from the tree, ice blue eyes sweeping over your combined efforts. He’s pleased, you think, and your breath catches just a little when you see his expression soften with an almost childlike sense of wonder.

As he’s preoccupied, you sneak away from his side to turn off the lights in the apartment. With the daylight already faded outside, the room is dark enough to appreciate the glow of the lights, the sparkle of the ornaments, and Michael’s silhouette in front of the tree. On your way back, you plug in a forgotten strand of lights that somehow actually function like they’re supposed to. You carry them with you, and while Michael is gaping at the tree with his mouth open a little, you twine the lights around his legs.

“The fuck are you doing?” His tone doesn’t have any of the bite you’d anticipated, instead laced with surprise and quite possibly a hint of amusement. One of his eyebrows lifts, and it’s there that you find the barest trace of cynicism.

“Decorating.”

You circle around him—really, really shocked that he hasn’t done anything to stop you, because you were expecting the lights to explode in a thousand different directions—until the lights are wrapped around him up to his chest, pinning his arms to his sides. Once you’re in front of him again, you tug him forward a little and plant a delicate kiss on the end of his nose.

Michael wrinkles his nose and offers a roll of his eyes in response, which you’d definitely been expecting.

He sighs. “Thank you.” His voice has gone quiet and soft again, and your heart breaks, because there’s no way he’s talking about the lights.

“For what?”

“For…trying.”

That smirk reappears for a second, and you almost wish he’d let you take a picture. The sharp lines of his cheekbones look even sharper in the dark, illuminated in glowing, bright colors.

“Thank you for putting up with me.”

You let go of the lights, and unravel them as Michael pushes them off. They fall into a pile around your feet, green and gold and red and blue skittering across the hardwood floor. As you’re about to step away from him, you feel Michael’s fingers at your wrist, and once you meet his eyes, he leans forward to press his lips to your forehead. It’s a quick, simple gesture, and it catches you entirely off-guard. You don’t say anything—you don’t want to ruin the moment—as the two of you stand at each other’s side in the dark and stare up at the tree. Your fingers lace between his and you’re pleased when he doesn’t let go. The cat wanders over, a pitch black shadow, and winds around your ankles.

You think maybe, for the first time, he’s jealous. And you’re okay with that.

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@barewiings​ said: what a curious looking plushie — sorun must have it. and that seemed to be the mentality leah had when she brought baphomet into their home ( well, not literally at least; she’d probably cry. ) she didn’t know when sorun would find it, but as she tucked the small plush into bed, she knew they’d have to find it eventually. and so, she sits and waits, all dolled up in her christmas sweater.

     coming out of the bathroom after their shower, sorun sees her sitting on their bed, looking quite cute in her christmas sweater and looking too innocent, even for a literal angel. briefly do they eye her suspiciously before their gaze lowers to the peculiar stuffed animal tucked in with her others. it sticks out like a sore thumb among leah’s plush cats, bunnies, and other various cute animals. the colors certainly stand out among pastel: its fur is black, its soft horns and eyes are red, as well as the big bow sewn onto its neck. upon closer inspection, sorun notices an inverted pentagram embroidered upon its forehead. is it... ah, it’s baphomet! what a curious little thing indeed. they had no idea you could buy things like this. certainly not around christmas, right?

     “ i take it this is for me? “ they begin to smile as the demon looks to leah then picks up the plush, stroking the soft fabric with their thumb. looking down at it again, they can’t help but snicker. given what it’s a caricature of (a very tiny caricature, at that), sorun is surprised she let it into their home, more so that she bought it in the first place. they sit down next to her and wrap an arm around her, pulling her close. tilting their head down, they plant a kiss to her crown. “ merry christmas, and thank you for the rather adorable gift, leah. might i add you look positively cute in your christmas sweater? “