#Red ribbon and bells print

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Christmas Bells Wall Art | Festive Holiday Decor Print

Add a touch of holiday cheer to your home with this beautiful Christmas bells wall art. Featuring classic golden bells, vibrant holly leaves, red berries, and a festive red ribbon, this artwork brings warmth and joy to any space. Perfect for Christmas decor in living rooms, entryways, or dining areas, this piece captures the magic of the season. Brighten up your home for the holidays

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[imreaallyasorry]

Oh!!! I was the one who asked about age. I wanted to invite you to the discord server. SADLY, you're too young so you can't go to our nightclub 😔 (I'd suspected it before that you were young so I wanted to make sure pff)

But I suppose you can let this mean whenever you're old enough you can jump in! >:) ... Just not for now 🔫‼️

IM LOOKING FORWARD TO IT!!! Alas, time has beaten me to the punch once again…. 💔💔

[shirecorn]

The two versions of ornaments I will be making!

THEY ARE HERE

Ornament information post

I'm working with a local shop to make ornaments! Here's some specifications for the basic set:

Should be done and shipped by mid december

Optional add-on of damage-free sticky wall hangers to hang them from instead of needing a tree

1/8th inch clear acrylic

Average size is 5 inches tall, including the plastic

Reindeer drawing printed on one side, facing left

Other side printed with their name, drawn in a special font, with an abstract version of the reindeer cut in a silhouette

8 Adult reindeer

1 sleigh

Rudolph has two options: The version that uses his mobility sleigh and a version that just floats.

I was thinking that the ornament set would only have the floating Rudolph, but then i remembered tumblr loved the sleigh.

So the final lineup is 10 or 11 ornaments

Then there's the deluxe version, which has a LOT of fiddling by hand.

Should be done and shipped by Christmas

Same specs as above, regarding size, double sided print, acrylic, etc

Custom metallic red harnesses for each reindeer, applied by hand

Gold rhinestones applied by hand

Gold eyelets drilled into them

Gold rings hanging from the eyelets

A long red ribbon to connect each one, with a buckle on the end

10 mini bells with wire rings to hang between each reindeer

A brief printed instruction page for assembly

There may be room for a version with just the red/gold harnesses and no drilling/ribbon? If there's significant interest in that. Please let me know!

I will work on getting fullsize comps done and then I can take preorders! Keep an eye on my etsy for the listing

[forgotteneffigy]

PEISKOS...

⋆ rollo flamme x baker!reader ⋆

word count : 2k+ ⋆₊˚⊹

You wait outside his chambers expectantly, silently praying that he'd soon acknowledge your presence with some sort of rude remark directed towards you. You didn't come all this way for nothing, trudging through the halls of Nobel Bell College in the dead of night, knowing well of the consequences of trespassing on such prestigious grounds.

With as much care as you could, your knuckles rap gently against the carvings in the door. You hoped that the baked goods you had tucked away in your basket were still warm. You'd rather them be warm and fresh than stale and cold.

Only the best for Nobel Bell's student council president, Rollo Flamme.

Hearing the soft knock on his door meant one of two things for Rollo. Either someone has broken the carefully set rules he had in place in order to honor the sanctity of the bells of the college, or it meant your arrival at his door.

A part of him wished it was you, but he tampered those feelings down as soon as they came.

Rollo could not, would not risk his reputation over some baker's child. Even if his deep set eyes lingered on the dark wood of his door when you left. The knocks become more incessant as he sits there, his grip on his pen tightening just enough to make ink bleed through his page. Rollo clenches his jaw to say something, but for some reason, he can't think of anything harsh to say.

“The door is open. You may come in.”

Rollo's voice is just loud enough to be heard over the sounds of the crackling fireplace, quiet yet still holding that authoritative tone many looked up to him with. The door opens, and he's met with you carrying a wicker basket under your arm, red gingham print cloth sticking out of the lid, reminding him of your parent's bakery. Fittingly named The Little Sophia, after one of the many bells at the college.

The day he met you changed the way he looked at the same vices he chastised others for.

Rollo was never one for sweets. He believed that eating frugally helped him stay on the righteous path set before him. He thought that by not swaying from his familiarity of eating the same meals at the same time by himself, he was on the true path of righteousness.

That was until he met you.

The baker's eldest, doing your daily chores right inside of the bakery window. The contentment in your smile as if inviting him inside for a look himself. Like a pastry on display, you looked sweet enough to taste.

Your eyes seemed to light up in recognition of him, particularly at his uniform. The dark colors and maroon ribbon hanging from his large beret seemingly connecting the blanks in your brain to invite him inside.

The sun caught in the roots of your hair as you opened the door, the soft morning light of the city forming a halo around your features.

“Good morning, come in!”

You greet him with a warm smile, the little bell above the door ringing softly.

One thing led to another, and Rollo left the small, unassuming bakery with a small paper bag of pastries you recommended based on what was currently selling and your own personal tastes and feelings. How he kept his cool as you guided him around the shop was incomprehensible to him, handkerchief held to his face to hide the fact that he was blushing as you held onto his sleeve. Usually, he'd fray away from such touches, but for some reason, he welcomed yours. Even if it was only his sleeve, just one touch from you was enough to make him come back to the shop more frequently.

He swore you must've used some sort of charm on him. Some sort of spell.

Why else would he be thinking about you while staring like a crazed man at his fireplace?

He raises a brow when you pull out a thermos of sorts, adorned with your family's logo as if it were a crest. “The usual, hm? What is..this?”

His growing feelings for you conflicted within him like a raging fire as he watched you place the basket down, unrolling the gingham printed fabric to tastefully place each pre-packaged sweet treat down on his table.

“I see you still have an eye for the aesthetics even outside of the bakery.” He comments, voice neutral as he watches you.

He raises his hand to fix his sleeve, his pointer and forefinger going to his ring. “Of course, my family has a reputation to uphold.” you reply back, tone light and cheery. “What have you brought me this time around?” he asks, tearing his eyes away from your deft hands to look at your face.

“Oh, the usual.” The way you danced around his question made him want to laugh. Rollo covers the space between his nose and upper lift with his hand, the quickest thing he could think of at that moment. He mentally reprimands himself for not using his handkerchief, which was right beside the wicker basket you just brought in.

He gestures vaguely to the thermos you were unscrewing, wondering if you were planning on poisoning him for going against his own rules. Your own form of judgment, maybe. He surely was a hypocrite. He deserved to be punished for indulging in such vices.

Being poisoned by your hand would be an amusing end for him.

He voices his thoughts out loud, sprinkling a bit of his own humor with a silent chuckle. “You're not attempting to poison me, are you?” He asks, slowly grabbing his handkerchief and putting it to his face to hide his expression once again.

“Me? Poison you?”

He hears you repeat, as if you didn't hear him right. You smile as you twist the cap off of the thermos, shaking your head.

“I would never.” You say, pouring out whatever you had inside the thermos into the cap. “You don't mind, do you?” You ask, placing the bottle down onto the desk with a soft metal clunk.

“Mind what?” He asks back, handkerchief still to the point of his nose.

“Me pouring you a drink, of course.”

You gesture vaguely to what was in front of him, a silver colored thermos with faint scratches on its bottom. Marks of merit, of use, of being well worn. Loved. Oh, what Rollo would do to be loved by you. Maybe, if he had the courage, he'd tell you how he truly felt.

“And why would I mind such a thing?” he asks again, tone incredulous. “Would you rather have your drink in a glass of your own instead?” You ask back, smiling at the back and forth between you and him.

Seeing the look of amusement on your face makes Rollo set down his star patterned handkerchief.

He has a faint smile on his face once he realizes what you're doing. To the common eye, it looked like he was irritated. But in your months of knowing him, behind closed doors, in the flames of his dying hearth, you knew there was something more behind the slight tug of his cheeks.

Rollo puts a ringed finger to the corner of his brow, tilting his head in a negative sort of manner. He tries to look annoyed as he sighs. “Must you dance around my questions, dear baker?” he queries, attempting to sound exasperated by your play.

“Grab me a glass. Second shelf, oak drawer.” he says, expecting you to do it without question.

He knew he was playing a dangerous game, allowing himself to talk to you like this. He caught a glimpse of the grin on your lips when you turned. Rollo watched as you danced across the room, the grace you carried yourself with as you reached for a glass inside the hollow of the oak drawer as he requested.

“You have a penchant for silver.” He hears you comment, sounding as though you were making an observation of his habits. Rollo doesn't know what to make of that, so he keeps quiet, not used to you being in his study for this long. Usually, you'd leave by now, happy with your pay like a dog given its bone.

“Quit stalling and bring me my glass.” He demands, though there is a barely detectable softness in his voice as he speaks. “Hurry along now. You want your pay, don't you?”

All this labor for nothing but for a few solid coins. He wonders if you think what you're doing is charitable. Even if he was paying you for your work.

Perhaps you felt bad for him. Maybe that's why you kept up with his demands of powdered sugar desserts and sweets.

You come back to his desk with a silver cup, placing it down next to the thermos you brought from the bakery. You pour him a drink. “It's getting cold now, isn't it?”

You try to make conversation as you plop a spoon in with a push of your fingers, as if you were putting on some sort of performative art for him alone.

Rollo slips a few coins for you, placing them in your basket. “I suppose so.” He replies, watching as you slide the drink to him. His fingers make contact with yours in the exchange. And, for a moment, Rollo felt that same sparking sensation he had on his skin he first felt when meeting you.

He watches quietly as you pull away, beginning to gather your things for the night.

A silent signal of your work being done, another successful night of serving the student council president, Rollo Flamme.

“I've prepared you hot chocolate to go along with your food for the night. Do tell me what you think of it later.”

Rollo's met with the sight of your back turned to him again.

Though, this time, he doesn't want you to leave.

His voice cuts through the air, with a slight falter of his breath.

“Wait. Don't go. Not yet.”

He was slipping.

And by the bells, he knew he was falling. Deeper and deeper into his feelings for you.

He covers his nose with his handkerchief. Rollo catches himself quickly once you turn back around to meet his gaze, basket held under your arm, a curious look in your eyes.

“Is something wrong?” You ask, already walking towards his desk. Rollo can feel his heartbeat spike in his chest with every step you take. He did not know what to make of the foreign feeling in his chest.

So he pretends to keep his head on his shoulders, the blush that spreads from the apples of his cheeks to his neck hidden behind the cloth he held onto.

“No, nothing's wrong.” He answers, mixing the spoon in the cup you just poured his drink into. He tries to collect his thoughts and think of the next move of action for him to do.

Once you're a reasonable distance away from his desk, Rollo finally calms down. His heart rate settles, and the color in his cheeks fades.

Oh, if only you knew what you did to him. Rollo takes a breath.

With one languid movement of his sleeve, he lets go of the spoon, the intricacies of the silverware highlighted and shimmering in the light of the fire.

His eyes meet yours, the legs of his chair digging into the carpeted floor as he stands, cape billowing behind him. “What is it that you seek from me in return, hm?” Rollo studies you with jaded eyes, searching your features for any sort of falter. “I can offer you many things, though I don't think many will match your expertise in pastry making.”

Rollo's finger drags along the dark oak of his study table, his finger and thumb pinch together as if assessing the table's cleanliness.

“Tell me, dear baker. What is your wish?”

Rollo's hand runs along the table until he's in front of you. His hand now clasped in front of his robe, cupped in the other as his shoulders square.

“To see you enjoy my pastries.”You reply.

He stares into your guileless eyes as you respond. The simplicity in it makes the look of disdain on his face soften ever so slightly. It almost makes him bite down a laugh at how simple your words were.

He swiftly covers the change in his expression with his handkerchief, brows furrowed to express his emotion for him. “Such an innocent response. Very well then, if that is your wish.” He comments, Rollo's imposing air making his words and stature more grand than they seemed.

The air in the room seemed to stand still as he decided whether to indulge in your request or not. Everything in him was telling him not to, his brain was screaming at him to tell you to leave. To go until next time he needed you again.

He surely was a fool, wasn't he?

Telling you to stay in one moment and mentally decide if you should leave in the next. What a fool he was.

For once, he listens to his heart. He honestly didn't think he still had it in him to do such a thing. All the intimidation and authority in him seems to melt away like the sugar you used in your baking.

“Sit with me, dear baker.” He says, his tone softening when he says his title for you. He hopes you don't notice the hint of possessiveness behind it.

Though, a part of Rollo hopes that you do. Even if you didn't realize his feelings for you, he wanted you to know how much you meant to him.

Neatly, he folds his handkerchief back into his pocket.

“Let us eat.” He says. He hesitates to say his next words, but he does anyway.

“Let us enjoy your food..together.” He adds, plastic packaging crinkles underneath his hand when he extends his arm to offer you a pastry.

Rollo attempts to smile as he offers the pastry as some sort of token for your affection.

For now, this was the best he could do. He was trying, all for you. Only you.

Only you, his dear baker.

⋆ fun fact , peiskos is a Norwegian word used to describe the sensation of being in front of a warm fire !! ⋆

[talltalesandbedtimestories]

“(Don’t) Hurry Down The Chimney Tonight” - Dean x Reader

Rating Explicit

Dean x Reader

Tags: Christmas (Holiday) Smut, Red Ribbons, Candy Canes, Peppermint Sensations, Sleigh Bells, Sexy Santa References, Dean is Tied Up, Edging, Oral Sex, 69, Vaginal Sex, Reader is a Naughty Little Vixen, Dean deserves a proper (sexy) Christmas.

Word Count: 2700

Summary: Dean saved Reader from the supernatural on Christmas Eve years ago. Every Christmas since, she has always found a way to show her unending appreciation.

Notes: This smutty little fic is a holiday gift for @jessjad for the 2023 SPNFanFicPond Secret Santa Fic Exchange. I hope you enjoy the reader’s sexy times with Dean.

Big thanks to @sam-is-my-safeword and runawaydr3amer (AO3) for reading the first draft and helping with a great many awesome smut ideas. Additional thanks to runawaydr3amer, who also beta’d this fic and packaged it up nice and shiny. 

Merry holidays!

I'm participating in @jacklesversebingo, and this part will fill my "Edging" square.

Resources:

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Pic found on Google (Fanpop)

Song Reference: Santa Baby by Joan Javits and Philip Springer (listen/watch this version sung by Eartha Kitt)

Dean sinks those pearly whites into the flesh of his bottom lip. His top lip pulls up and back into a painful sneer. The usual rosy, pillowy fullness of that mouth is instead taut, whitening under the capture. You laser focus onto the pointy canine denting into the mouth you have debated sitting on since you began this teasing challenge.

jingle

You finish fashioning a sweet little bow with the ribbon. It’s ruby red and velvety soft.

“Well, I think that’s about the prettiest package I ever did wrap.”

jingle

“What do you think, Mr. Claus?” you ask, your voice as innocent and demure as you can manage.

Dean opens his mouth and expels a slow gasp. jingle “Fuck, sweetheart. You aren’t playin’ fair.”

“That’s the whole point.”

You rise from the edge of the bed and take in the entire scene. It’s magnificent. 

He’s magnificent.

Dean is lying atop the forest green comforter of your bed. Naked. Well, not totally naked. A red ribbon - adorned with one single sleigh bell - binds his wrists together and anchors him to the headboard. His arms, jutting out and bent to create a diamond-shaped frame around his face, give you a prime ticket to the gun show. Biceps flex and tendons raise under the skin as he tries to remain as motionless as possible.

jingle

You aren’t a complete heathen. He’s got a fluffy pillow, the same deep green color as the comforter, to rest his head atop. Dean is anything but sleepy. He’s wound up. He stares back at you, the green of his irises electric and flaming with intensity.

You anticipate how sublime it will feel to strum the cords of his neck. Tickle your fingertips down that chest. You imagine Dean ring-a-ding-dinging and cursing himself if you take the time to trace the outline of his tattoo. Circle those perky nipples. Dip into his belly button and follow his treasure trail of baby-fine hair.

You marvel again at the other ribbon that you tied. You’d purchased a couple yards of red velvet at the craft store weeks ago with this in mind. With him in mind. You were ecstatic it had been enough to criss-cross around the crease below that fine ass. It wraps over a slight vee along his waist. The makeshift holiday jockstrap has Dean’s beautiful, now fully erect, cock sporting a bow.

Dean sighs. “Are you done decking my balls?” jingle

You giggle and fiddle with the belt of your robe. It’s red as well, but made of silk. “As we discussed, the end result of all of this is all up to you. Santa.” You flip a switch to turn off the ceiling light. The sconces stay on above the headboard. Two halos figure eight over Dean’s beautiful body, awash in a warm amber glow.

He’s a full print ad of holiday cheer and sinful debauchery.

“You’re being very naughty, (jingle) Mrs. Claus.” Dean licks his top lip—your core clenches at the deep timbre of his scolding. 

You’ve been wet since you both finished Christmas dinner. Since you told him you had one more gift for him waiting upstairs. Since you left him in the bedroom with orders to strip while you changed in the bathroom. Since you pulled out the ribbons. Since you explained that if he was good and could keep his jingling down to a minimum through what you had planned, you’d fuck him into the New Year.

You inhale and shrug, then begrudgingly turn your back to the sight. It takes a few taps on your phone for you to get to the song. You stifle another giggle at the little jingles Dean can’t help as he waits. 

Once you tap the play button, the festive and recognizable melody begins. A barbershop quartet bah-bums a bit before the sultry and smooth vocals of Eartha Kitt take the lead.

You look back over your shoulder at Dean and whisper along with Eartha.

You peel the silky robe off one shoulder then the other. Dean groans when the layer slips down to the floor. jingle

“Shit.” He moans and you grin in satisfaction at the hoped for reaction.

You turn back to face him, adding a dramatic hair flip. You're wearing a sexy little Mrs. Claus outfit. It’s a red velvet dress with a scandalously high skirt and a low-cut halter. White fur lines both the top and bottom. It’s all cinched nice and tight around your waist with a black belt and a gold buckle.

You bend at the knees and lean forward, shoulders folding in and hands resting on your thighs. It gives Dean the perfect vantage to ogle your cleavage. You purr along with the next line and modify the lyrics a smidge.

“Man, I must have been a really good boy this year.” Dean stares in awe, not even caring how much he’s jingling with his squirms atop the bed.

You let it slide for the time being, thrilled at the kid in a candy store grin plastered on his face and the way the bow sways with every twitch of his cock.  

Dean tilts his head to the side. His gaze begins at your red-glitter heels and canvases every inch of skin from ankles to thighs. He pauses, stopping to stare at the hint of flesh under the skirt hem. jin-jingle jingle jin-jingle He pants out, “Mrs. Claus forgot her panties, huh?”

You lift a finger and wiggle it back and forth in the air. “Uh-uh-uh. Remember, really good boys stay still if they want their present.”

The bell jangles no matter how carefully he attempts to reposition himself. “Son of a bitch,” he mumbles and you laugh. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’ll be good,” he whispers soft and sweet.

The heels tap across the hardwood as you walk over to settle beside Dean. You adjust your skirt to let the scant amount of fabric fan over your naughty bits. Being so close to him makes you forget the lyrics to sing along with Eartha.

You rest a hand on his chest. Through clenched teeth, Dean inhales at the touch, the rest of him frozen in place. The bell is silent. Your other hand grabs one of the candy canes you had left on the bedside table. For reasons.

Watching him fight every urge he has to reach out and touch you is fascinating. And the power you have over him gives you a head rush. You continue the tease, twirling the candy between your fingers, then laving the cane’s hook with your mouth and tongue. Dean garners some pity from you as he whines, brows downturned, eyes attentive to your every swirl and suck. You swing the cane close to his mouth. “Wanna taste?”

He swallows. “Wanna taste you,” he states, the hint of hope escaping around the edges of a soft moan.

The thrill of his need quickens your pulse. No other man has loved and adored you as thoroughly and exuberantly as Dean Winchester. You nod. “You will. But, first,” you rub the wet-slick candy cane over his bottom lip, “show me what that mouth wants to do.”

“You know what this mouth can do,” he reminds with a little sass, letting the candy cane tap against his bottom teeth. 

But soon enough, he indulges you. He slips the hook between his lips. His tongue slides out under the curve of peppermint, lapping at the sticky sweet. Again and again. Your breath hitches into your open mouth as you watch, enthralled at the ministrations of that thick and powerful muscle. He sucks the confection in a little farther, pursing his lips. The sounds he’s making, enjoying the treat, are downright pornographic and send any extraneous bell ringing to the back of your hearing queue. The red food coloring coats them like lip gloss by the time you break from the spell of his show. You guess it’s been minutes since Eartha finished her rendition of ‘Santa, Baby.’ The rest of the playlist you created has soft and dreamy instrumentals.

“My turn,” you cajole. You tug on the cane. He relinquishes, but not without some resistance. A little pop escapes his mouth once the hook is freed. You marvel at the progress he made. The hook end is substantially shorter and thinner than when he began.

He sniffs and tilts his chin up in pride. jingle “Your turn with that, or my turn with you?”

The cane slips back into your mouth, your fingers sticky from all the handling. You stand, kick off your heels, and climb back onto the bed on your knees. You grin as you suck on the candy.

His eyes soften. “Be careful, baby. Don’t want you to choke. Well, at least not on that.” He smirks.

He’s right. Safety first. You toss the candy onto the bedside table.

“You are so (jingle) fucking hot in that (jingle) outfit.” He grins and waggles eyebrows in anticipation. “Gonna let me down your chimney, Mrs. Claus?” jingle jingle jingle

The actions in the next few seconds are a blur. You wonder if Dean has some sort of Jedi mind control ability. Because even though you are supposed to be the one making decisions this evening, his seductively god-awful puns find you sitting on his face, reverse cowgirl. 

“You might get the golden ticket to all my secret places if you’re lucky.” Your fingers tip-toe down his chest like a grinch about to steal someone else’s presents. 

jingle jingle jingle

“Fuckin’ hell,” Dean murmurs under your skirt. Hot breath bathes your inner thighs and other areas you hope will soon be explored.

Your hands rest in the little divots created by his pelvic bones while you take his body in and plan your method of attack. You pull on the ribbon and release his cock of the bow. Then, you’re deep throating him like he’s your last meal.

Not one to be outdone at an all-you-can-eat buffet, Dean’s entire face gets in on the feast as well. Nerves respond to the tingling sensation of the residual peppermint on Dean’s lips and tongue. You shiver at the gloriously heightened sensitivity when he pulls back to blow on your pussy. “This is so much better than milk and cookies.” He moans and groans and jingles all the way. 

As much as you’re loving the taste of his precome, the velvet texture against your tongue, and the way the tip triggers a tiny gag reflex at the base of your throat, it’s time to remind him of the consequences of all that noise he’s making. You release the hard length from your mouth and try to concentrate on your own breathing during the absolute virtuoso way he’s eating you out. As much as you’d love his fingers to get in on the action, you know you’d have no control over the situation. You sigh in relief that he’s trying to adhere to some parts of the game. The pitiful, half-hearted ribbon shackling of his hands to the headboard is no match for Dean Winchester.

You steady yourself on wobbly knees and one shaky elbow. A firm grip around the base of his cock makes Dean gasp. He stills after that. In your mind’s eye, you picture the beauty of that mouth and how his luscious pink lips were slick with peppermint. You imagine how slick they are with you now. “Sorry, baby,” he murmurs and you feel him settle back onto the pillow. “I’ll be as quiet as I can. Can you blame me, though? Here I am, under your sweet little skirt, in the dark (jingle)... shit, sorry. But, you can’t drop a five-course meal in front of a starving (jingle) man and not expect him to wanna little taste.”

You squeeze his cock. “That’s part of the challenge.”

“I’m always up for a challenge. You always make me feel so good.”

You groan at the praise he bestows. Without releasing your hold, you shimmy off his chest. Channeling the prim and delicate sensibilities of Mrs. Claus, you crawl along the comforter and settle between nutcracker bow legs. With knees tucked under you and sat atop bare feet you accept him in your mouth again and get to work. 

You take in the sight of Dean inventorying your every action. He’s gripping the top of the headboard with both hands to steady his upper body. You clock that the little stinker has also managed to palm the sleigh ball in an effort to silence or, at the very least, muffle it. You consider that move cheating. But he feels so sublime that you can’t bear to part with him to voice your irritation. He’s also whispering the sweetest filth to you while he watches.

“Damn. Yeah. Those lips of yours feel so good around my cock. You take it so good, baby. Wish I could fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, but I’d definitely jingle-jangle way too much.” A tongue swipe over his top lip accentuates the glossy look of his ruby-tinted mouth in the warm light. “You really are too good to me. You give the best Christmas presents.” He stiffens further with each downstroke. “Aw, yeah. Suck it.” Your rhythm increases. “So pretty. Wanna touch you so bad.” He gasps. “Fuck, I’m gettin’ close.” jingle jingle   

You clamp around the base again and squeeze, freeze mid-swallow - your lips around the tip - as soon as he rings.

Dean squirms and grumbles.

You continue to bring him to the edge of orgasm, then halt. Your jaw is aching along with the rest of your body as time passes.

You’ve fucked Dean up in the best way possible. He’s blissed out, wound up tighter than a spring. You’ve got him begging. But his words grow into admonishments with each successive denial. “You can’t keep doing this, baby. There’s gonna be consequences. Santa’s gonna for real put you on his naughty list. Nothing but coal in your stocking,” he huffs.

You give your mouth a reprieve and stroke him. “Is that all that happens to naughty girls?”

He gnaws at his bottom lip before offering, “You really wanna find out?”

You nod.

The ribbon binding Dean to the headboard shreds with one mighty tug. He pitches the sleigh bell in the air. It jingles as it pinballs around the room. 

You gasp as he cinches those hands under your armpits and drags you up his body. He crushes his lips into yours, tastes you with his tongue. The mixture of your arousal and a hint of peppermint melts you in his arms. Then, a sudden and swift rollover pins you beneath him.

He hovers, tosses your skirt up to your chest, and wedges between your legs. His hard, heavy cock slips into your folds and glides through your wetness. “I could drag this out. Or.” It’s his turn to tease. He notches snug against your entrance. You’re surprised your muscles haven’t pulled him into you of their own accord the way your entire body spasms with need. He whispers in your ear, “Let me be your Santa, baby.”

You gasp, “And hurry down the chimney tonight.”

He groans in victory and slides in, balls deep. He thrusts. One massive hand gathers your wrists together on the pillow above your head to anchor you in place. Fingers of his other hand grip the top of the headboard. Every sway in and out of you gets more frenetic. You’re screaming his name and he’s cursing yours. 

“Good girls do what they’re told,” he states, out of breath, face reddening. His gaze locks with yours. He slows down. Releases your hands. Finds your clit amid the white fur and red velvet. Strums. Angles and hits your sweet spot deep within you with a harsh abandon. “Come.”

Minutes later, after you’ve both orgasmed, you’re curled into his chest. “That was…” you manage between heavy exhales.

“Yeah, that was awesome.” He kisses your forehead. “Every year, since I saved you from that ghost on Christmas Eve, you find a way to outdo yourself with the holiday cheer.”

“Well, you deserve it. I’m glad you can get away for a little while and get a special treat.”

He sighs. “You know, you don’t have to feel obligated to…”

You rest a finger atop his lips. “How I see it. Guy saves your life one time, you owe him the rest of yours.”

He smiles and pulls you in. “How about we just focus on tonight, yeah?”

You nod. “Merry Christmas, Dean.”

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

[superbnutnight]

I know I said "by the end of the week" but I am a lying liar who lies. SORRY GUYS I SERIOUSLY UNDERESTIMATED HOW MUCH WRITING I NEEDED TO DO TO CONNECT ALL THE SCENES I WANT TOGETHER (SOB).

When this monster is done it's going to be the longest fucking thing I have on my profile. WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME?? IS THIS THE POWER OF BEING ASEXUAL?

As an apology take this excerpt which is what I based (this) post off of!

…By the time you're done tying up loose ends, the day is well advanced. You don't think about what this means until you step through the doors to the daycare and you're assaulted by input from all directions. 

It's business hours.

There are children screaming, and the white light pouring from the overhead bulbs is harsh against your sleep-deprived eyes. Somehow you can hear that awful fluorescent buzz of them over the excited screeches, and that whine burrows right under your skin like static electricity. You fucking hate, hate, hate the lights in this building.

There's music blasting through the speakers, and everything is so bright. In the corner of your eye you see the advertisement billboards, rapidly cycling between advertisements for the pizzaplex and random simulated crap, like bubbles or swirly rainbows. For one dizzying moment, you feel like you're in a Casino- not a daycare.

You stand there, frozen, hand fisted around the handle of your red toolbox as nausea coils thickly in your empty stomach.

The Daycare attendant, in his daytime preset, looks up from where he's corralling spilled balls back into the ball pit. Noticing you, he perks up. If he were a dog, his tail would be wagging. 

He literally somersaults over to you, vibrating with energy, and you feel a cold pang of dread. 

Oh god. 

You only have a few seconds to mentally prepare yourself before the daycare attendant is in your face--literally--all grins and glowy eyes.

You think you're going to be sick. 

"HELLOOOOOOOOOO NEW FRIEND!" He exclaims, head spinning in a circle and rays expanding and retracting. His voice is way too loud. He stoops down and grabs the hand that isn't occupied with holding your toolbox and shakes it, and your entire body with it, causing your hat to slip down your forehead. "Wow, it is just so amazing to meet you! Do you know Ollie? What's your name? My name's Sun! Where did you come from? Are you here to stay?" 

Already overwrought with sensory input, the animatronic's hand on your own sends sharp spikes of unpleasant feeling through your skin, making the awful crawling, crackling static kick up several notches. 

Reflexively, almost involuntarily, you yank your hand out of his grasp, shuffling back several steps. 

Sun stills, smile drooping and rays retracting, clearly taken aback. 

You feel bad, but you just can't handle anything touching you right now or you might scream. You know that trying to talk right now is useless, so you dig around in your pockets until you pull out your new ID. 

Silently, you present Sun the shiny card with your new position documented in printed letters at the bottom. 

"Oh!" Sun leans down to examine the ID, before straightening back up. You notice that he doesn't try to lean into your personal space again, and you're relieved. "I guess Ollie isn't coming back…?"

You blink at the nickname, wondering what kind of relationship they'd had. Slowly, you shrug and shake your head. Honestly, you probably know as much about this as Sun does. 

"Well, New Friend, why don't I give you a tour of the daycare, and we can get to know each other a little better!"

Actually, there's nothing less you'd like to do right now, but your pre-made social script has you nodding awkwardly before you can figure out a way to politely refuse.

"Awesome!" The animatronic claps his hands together, bell ribbons jingling merrily, voice right back to the overwhelming cheer.

You follow Sun around like a lost duckling, trying your utmost not to snap at any of the children who stray too close to you when playing. It's not their fault, but in this state, just their proximity makes you all staticy and irritable.

[mrsundays]

TADC GANG REDESIGN

I finally finished the redesigns. It took me a long time, but they are done, and that's all that matters. Now I'll proceed to talk about each of them because if I don't, I'll implode.

I approached the designs with the idea of not straying too far from the original designs, although I can't deny that I went a bit overboard with Pomni's design.

AND NO, THEY HAVE NOTHING UNDER THOSE CLOTHES, ZERO, ABSOLUTE VOID, LITERALLY LIKE A BARBIE OR KEN. But who knows, maybe one day I'll wake up feeling crazy, ahem.

POMNI:

She has undergone the most changes compared to her original design, the most noticeable being the hat. The reason is simple; I find it funny that the hat itself is larger than Pomni, making her look even smaller than she already is, which brings me to the other change.

This Pomni is much smaller than the original, reaching only to Ragatha's shoulders compared to the redesign, which barely reaches her waist.

The third change is the suit. The only things I kept were the pattern and colors, along with the bells on her torso. I liked the idea of giving her a design that constantly makes her appear smaller than she is, with only her head and forearms visible. Now she wears a "tunic" that also serves as a small skirt. In addition, her sleeves and pants are now loose, not to mention a more prominent "collar."

Finally, the pupils - one is red, and the other is blue, both accompanied by black. I don't have many reasons for this; I just liked how the black looked in her pupils when I sketched it, so I decided to keep it in the final design.

Now, a few details or ideas I have:

The bells on her suit make little sounds when she moves. They're not very loud, but somewhat annoying.

Pomni remains just as nervous and anxious, but now a bit more aggressive and impulsive. Why? Who knows.

During the first few weeks at the circus, she develops an intense fear of physical contact. Not only because of the strange sensation her own skin gives her but also due to other events that I can't talk about yet.

She's quite elusive, like a cartoon mouse. This is the only reason she can land punches on Jax without him expecting them.

RAGATHA:

SHE'S THE SAME, SHE'S THE SAME—There are only a few changes. To be honest, I really like the original design, and I didn't feel the need to change much. So, I decided to add a few more things because I enjoy adding silly details that end up saturating things, haha.

The most noticeable change is the white apron. Now it has certain seams all around her body, from her arms to her face, including her neck. Lastly, a small bag hangs behind her with all the tools a seamstress needs, out of necessity, like herself.

Other than that, there are no other significant changes to her design.

Now, with the little details/ideas:

Originally, she was slimmer, but after a small adventure in the circus, she discovered that firstly, she had polyester fiber filling, and secondly, if she added a bit more filling to her arms, she gained more strength.

Yes, she has the kitchen knife/machete, not just to scare a certain rabbit but also to cook meals sometimes with Bubble, the meals they eat after their adventures, with all the affection a ragdoll can give.

She once tried, along with Gangle, to make clothes for Zooble. It didn't turn out well...

Currently, she is the second-longest-serving person in the circus, only surpassed by Kinger. That's why Jax sometimes calls her grandma.

GANGLE:

Same as with Ragatha, her red ribbons and mask are intact, with the only additions being the French beret befitting an artist of her caliber and a small cape that covers the top part of her ribbons. I don't have much else to say; I didn't have many issues designing her—it was just something I thought fit perfectly with her personality.

Little Ideas :D :

As the entire fandom agrees, she's an artist and probably watched a lot of anime before ending up in the circus. Yes, she has one of those pillows with a character printed on it in her room.

Every now and then, she draws the circus members, including Jax, and gives them as gifts. Although she has currently put this practice aside due to recent abstractions...

She has been in the circus for less time than Jax, and despite everything that has happened, she has been enjoying her time in the circus more than she expected.

She can take any form with her ribbons as long as they remain connected to her mask.

Pomni asked her to teach her how to draw. The reason wasn't given, but Gangle gladly accepted.

JAX:

The purple rabbit, yes, he was a bit more complicated. Originally, I had the idea of giving him a shirt with a vest—a contrast between formal wear and his asshole attitude. However, I ended up discarding that idea and decided to go for a 60s fashion style.

The beret was something I seriously considered almost at the end of his design, and at least in my opinion, I think it works well with the rest of his clothing. I had to keep the jumpsuit; it was too characteristic, so I had to work around that piece, leading to the integration of the turtleneck sweater.

And finally, I made him furrier, and yes, he has a tail—a fluffy tail that he doesn't let anyone touch.

Now, you know what's coming:

See that pocket on his jumpsuit? It serves as a hammer space, so if he wanted to, he could store something comically huge there.

He's the best at carnival shooting games. No one has managed to beat him even once. The only one who used to give him competition was Kaufmo.

Don't tell anyone, but he has Gangle's drawing saved. He thinks it's a cute detail, but no one can find out, okay?

Before Kinger's wife's abstraction, he used to play chess with him or accompany him on bug-hunting missions, mainly with the goal of finding one to bother Ragatha.

Once, Zooble called him a furry. Jax locked himself in his room for three days because of that comment.

ZOOBLE:

Zooble… was the main reason I took so long with this. I spent days trying to think of any changes, anything—giving them clothes, didn't like the idea; maybe changing their form, nope; a total redesign… no. And so, I was stuck for days until I decided to change absolutely nothing. They're perfect as they are.

But, but, but in the end, I made a few small changes. I decided to play with the idea that Zooble is a toy with removable parts, and none of the parts are from the same toy brand; some aren't even made of the same material, with their right arm being the prime example, a ragdoll arm with filling, something similar to Ragatha.

Also, now they have a built-in voice box in their torso. You just have to pull that light blue thing on their chest, and you'll hear a phrase that varies between "I love you," "You're the best," and "Friends forever."

I won't repeat myself with this, huh:

They were the one who had been in the circus for the shortest time before Pomni's arrival.

The limbs they have now are not the original ones; it took some time for them to find a combination that was comfortable to move with.

They strangle Jax at least twice a week; it has become a habit.

They dislike the lake, mainly because they don't have aquatic parts, making swimming very difficult for them. Plus, they have lost some parts at the bottom of the lake. Caine returned them, but something tells them that the ringmaster gave them duplicates.

KINGER:

He's perfect, simply that. His original design, despite being simple, I think is one of the best in the series. But I had to do something, so I decided to add two very small things.

First, a ring. No need to explain; I think it's quite obvious what it refers to.

And second, a belt to highlight the excellent figure he has, even if that belt isn't his…

Don't bug me, you already know what's coming:

Sometimes, he hums a song when lost in his thoughts, but it seems like some parts of the melody are missing.

He has managed to create a small encyclopedia with data on all the bugs he has captured, even with drawings made by Gangle at Kinger's request.

He knows what you are.

He takes long walks around the lake on his days off, perhaps in an attempt to revive memories of a better time, although he says he does it in search of an aquatic specimen to add to his collection.

Sometimes, Caine challenges him to an arm wrestling competition. Oddly enough, he effortlessly manages to beat the AI.

[daycarenomnoms]

☀️: Ho ho ho!!!

So you found it!

Welcome to our revamping our Daycare!

So if who all been reading our lovely stories know many things have changed!

We have quite the cast and crew! Many new family members! And to help out we have reach out and mananged to get an other manager!

This blog has gotten a bit heafty with all of us animatronics for one Manager to handle we are quite the handful! chuckles

So in order to keep up with all our lovely guests! We have now two managers! Our lovely mango and now we have Cialyven!

☀️: clears throat

So! Mango and Cialyven will be here to reply to your questions as will my family and myself!

We expect to reply to you on a regular schedule. Events will be scheduled, and we do have a lovely treat for you all as well!

There will now be art! We will give you samples on here but if you wish to have a custom order we will be setting up a system where you can request and talk about detail! So stay tuned for that as well!

Rules and introductions(which makes this a bit long), this is a vore Rp/Ask blog based on Daycare Treats a collection of vore one-shots and other au's/fics written by Mangotangovoredango. Please note to keep things on this generally sfw. Flirting with the drops is allowed as they are adults but nothing will ever go further than that. Flirting is not allowed when it comes to Astral however, she is essentially twelve aka a minor.

I have not made pixel art for all characters on the blog just yet but I will link pics to the ones that have art. The others will have a written description of their appearances. You can click on names to go see the art.

The only type of vore that will be RPd on this blog is Oral safe vore. G/t is alright as long as it's safe and oral, the boys are strictly preds but may prey on each other sometimes which may lead to vore-ception if you've been nommed.

Fourth wall breakage is allowed. You can rp or ask questions to various versions of the boys who have shown up or been mentioned in Daycare Treats or on my writing blog linked above. You can navigate via tags on this pinned post.

More rules may be added as needed.

Symbols for everyone plus small introductions.

sun=☀️

☀️ middle sibling, older twin

☀️10ft tall not counting his rays

☀️Appearance wise Sun has extra ruffle layers on his waist and neck plus the ribbons for both are longer, both twins faces have been updated to look a bit more cartoony and Sun's rays have been replaced with much softer ones made from silicone but still have sensors so he can feel if they get damaged or nicer sensations like them being pet.

Sun's neck ruffles are printed on fabric, a soft sky blue with a cloud streaks, that is those smoky white cloud lines instead of the yellow line, in contrast to the darkish crimson colors of his ribbons, waist ruffles(which while also layered remain the same colors as the original ones) and his red and yellow striped pants.

☀️Playtime Attendant. Sun is in charge of the play area and craft time. He handles the loud energetic kids usually.

Moon=🌙

🌙 middle sibling, younger twin

🌙10ft tall

🌙Appearance wise the stars on Moon's and hat pants can now twinkle and his hat is longer with a pom pom that has a hidden bell inside it.The rim of his hat is silky as normal and Moon's neck ruffles have been made to look like really soft and fluffy like clouds on a dark night. Unlike Sun he has sharp teeth.

🌙 Naptime Attendant/Security. Moon is in charge of the Naptime tent which isn't just used for naptime, it's also used for movies or storytime as well as a place the quieter less energetic children, ones who are overstimulated and those sensitive to noise can stay during playtime or craft time if they chose.

Be warned Moon's personality can switch between Soft Moon and Gremlin Moon at anytime.

Eclipse=🌑☀️

🌑☀️ oldest sibling.

🌑☀️ 16ft Tall

🌑☀️ Security/Home ect teacher. Eclipse teaches older children, teens and college students home ect at various levels. Children learn simple things like sewing and how to cook(under close supervision, he will not allow the children near the ovens) while teens and college students are taught life skills like cooking, how to do laundry, how to do simple repairs and how to sew for example. Don't ask him to teach you how to file taxes, he has no idea how to do that.

🌑☀️ Eclipse is a rather calm and patient individual who cares deeply about his brothers and others around him despite his demeanor being hard to read and seemingly unfazed by anything until he loses his temper, the most he tends to do is put people in timeout, whether it be the timeout corner or in his stomach if you try to leave the corner without permission or when time-out isn't over.

Is the only one who can somewhat control Glitch by threatening the corner or scolding but there are times where Glitch becomes uncontrollable or Eclipse simple chooses not to intervene.

Dawn=☀️👾💧

☀️👾💧: 14 ft Tall

☀️👾💧 Middle Triplet of Eclipse and Glitch

☀️👾💧: works along side Glitch In the arcade and Was glitch's original prototype and was deactivated but soon awoken by Glitch himself. Also works along Side Eclipse and Moon in security.

Dawn himself is Calculative and calm demeanor until an interest arises, becoming fixed and feral on his targets. He cares Immensely for his family and loved ones. He helps maintain the daycare and arcade and tries to keep his younger triplet out of trouble at times but there are times he will be swayed by his almost identical triplet.

Glitch/Glitchdrop=👾💧

👾💧 Adopt sibling, older than Lunar and Astral, younger than Eclipse, Sun and Moon.

👾💧14ft tall

👾💧 Daycare Arcade Attendant/Virus/Anti-Virus/King of the Arcade/Secret Boss. Glitchdrop started out as an AI ment to handle the Superstar Daycare Arcade that would run his functions from the balloon world arcade cabinet, a security guard was startled by him moving machines and notified lower management who proceeded to freak out thinking he was a Glitch (not knowing of his existence) and locked him up

Multiple attempts to reset balloon world corrupted his code, once finally free he began retaliation by entering the main systems and causing management problems through his mischief. There were attempts to use anti-viruses to destroy him however he devoured and assimilated their coding, theoretically at this point he could take over the entire world via computer and no one could stop him due to his hacking. Luckily he has no interest in that.

He has more control over the Plex than one could realize at first.

Lunar=🔵🌕⚪

🔵🌕⚪youngest brother.

🔵🌕⚪8ft tall

🔵🌕⚪ Recently added to the daycare, no assigned responsibilities yet. Creation ordered by Glitch due to wanting more cute younger siblings. Very energetic, easily confused, friendly and seemingly innocent. Has the ability to shrink people.

🔵🌕⚪Lunar has a hat similar to Moon's thought the rim is very fluffy instead of silky, instead of ruffle around his neck he has a large bow that has a gold bell in the middle that has a bright silver crescent moon etched on it, he has soft puffy sleeves colored one colored celestial blue and one colored a sparkly ghost white matching the sides of his chest as well as puffy pants like his brothers, the only difference is his clothes are much softer and his pants have many hidden pockets.

His pants are colored medium electric blue dotted with shapes of titan white moon phases and cotton ball blue clouds, the instead of ruffles he has soft layered petals of fabric like Glitch that's outer layer is Dark Pastel Blue, middle layer of Baby Blue and inner layer of Alice Blue that are all filled a bit with stuffing to create a softer look. All in all he was made to look and be extremely soft and huggable.

🔴🌑🔴= Crimsonlunate aka Crimson

🔴🌑🔴9ft tall

🔴🌑🔴 Crimson is the middle triple of the bloodmoon triples. He, as well as his brothers have not been assigned duties to the daycare but he personally helps out with security and pest control.

Crimson is a feral one, likes to keep speech short and simple, but he is much smarter then he seems. He Loves the taste of blood and usually walks on all fours due to his movements being more stealthy due to his toe beans.

He might seem wild and a mean but he does have a soft side to those he cares for and becomes attached to.

He is the opposite of lunar with the coloration of red and black, The crescent side of his face is a blood red with the secondary color being black. He Has a twin tailed hat, he wears black pants with red stars on them.

🌑🔴🌑= Embervain aka Ember

🌑🔴🌑 9ft tall

🌑🔴🌑 is the eldest of the bloodmoon triplets is a very reserved individual and speaks in rythms at times, he is not assigned a position in the daycare yet but helps with security and can be found in the naptime tent in the corner reading.

Much like his brother he likes blood and violence, though he is much tamer and is the one to reel in Crimson when he gets out of hand. He protects his loved one fiercely.

His colorations are the opposite of Crimson's his Crescent being that of ebony color the the secondary ruby. His pants are Scarlets with black strips. Also he shares twin tailed hat that is patterned much like his pants.

🔴🌑 = Killcode aka KC

🔴🌑 20ft

🔴🌑 His right pant leg is black with red stars, the other stripped red and black, his puffy sleeves are the opposite, there are extremely long black black ribbons with black bells that are long enough to reach just above his ankles, around his waist is a giant black ribbon that wraps around and ties into bow in the back, his fingers long and red ending with sharp tips like claws.

The palms of his hands and arms black, a red shoulder cape wrapped around his shoulders, his chest is covered in a black fabric with little sparkles of white , his face is two shades of black, an almost pitch black crescent moon on the right side of his face, the other side has a slightly blue tone to itself black color. His eye sockets cracked halfway down his cheek, the eye itself is damaged and his mouth is full of sharp white teeth.

He has a sleeping cap with a very fluffy white rim, his hat's length matching his height with the end of it almost brushing the floor, it's black with red four, five and six pointed stars as it's pattern, the tip has a red crescent moon. He has charms hanging on chains from the right side of his head mimicking piercings, a red Sun, a black star and a black crescent moon.

🔴🌑 Killcode has a calm and formal demeanor, being that of the original attendant. Finding out the fact he is now a father Killcode is fiercely protective of his family, loved ones and of the daycare (some might say a bit over protective)

Killcode manages all aspects of the daycare and all that includes his family. He is security, also manages apartments livings as well as any and all inventory along side his son Glitchdrop.

Because of his size he is intimidating and will use it as such but is a gentle giant to most who enter the daycare. That does not mean he will not neglect enforcing the rules and regulations.

Blog admin/Manager Mango=🥭

🥭 5ft tall

🥭 Mangotangovoredango, the writer who lives in the abandoned daycare staff dorms, was made Daycare Manager by Glitch but has no actual power, it's just a title so Mango can't be removed from the daycare by management and one of the favored victims of nomming by Glitch.

Assistant Manger= 🍑

🍑5ft 9in

🍑 Cialyven was dragged into the daycare, quite literally by Crimson as he demanded Glitch dub them the Assistant manager because Crimson found Them fun to hunt.

more characters to be added later

[girlsgirl06]

WHAT'S YOUR STYLE?

DISCOVER YOUR STYLE!😉

Fashion is very important. Being well dressed makes the personality more beautiful and strong.

The way you dress tells a lot about you. You might have noticed the type of outfits you wear, you feel the same way. For example: When I wear that oversized baggy clothes I feel so cool and become kind of very open and confident. And when I wear beautiful dresses I feel like I'm the princess. So you understand our clothes create a great impact on us and our behaviour.

So dress for not getting attention but to feel confident and pretty. Dress for yourself, not for others. Dress the way you want to.

Now, let's have a look on some of the most trendiest and amazing types of style. Observe each style and find which style matches your vibe☺️

1. CASUAL/ STREET WEAR/CHIC STYLE

Casual/Street style or Chic style is about being a little simple like pair of jeans and top or shirts, like anything that's comfy.

2. DARK FEMININE/FEMME FATALE/ ELEGANT

A Dark Feminine or Femme Fatale is a woman who styles mostly in black, red or dark colours. Her style is so elegant and classy. She often wears backless dresses or Blazers with a pair of heels accessorizing with beautiful jewellery. She dresses like she's the queen.

3. SOFT GIRL/GIRLY GIRL

A Soft girl style is very cute one. She often wears floral dresses or anything of floral print, skirts, a-line dresses etc. She mostly chooses colours like white, pink or pastel light colours. This style is more about being cute and girly. You can also add cute stuff as accessories.

4. TOMBOY

Tomboy style is one of the most savage styles among all. It is all about wearing oversized shirts, tshirts, sweatshirts, hoodies, baggy jeans/trousers accessorizing with caps, beanies, headbands, shoes, chains, studds etc. This style is more about being a cool girl.

5. Y2K

Y2K which is one of the most trendiest styles nowadays is a recreation of 2000's fashion. Wearing dresses and jeans underneath, styling skirts with oversized tees, bell bottoms jeans and accessorizing it as much as possible.

6. COQUETTE

Coquette style includes Ribbons. It is accessorizing ribbon on hairs or on clothes, mini skirts with cute crop tops. This style is very similar to soft girl style.

7. COTTAGE CORE

Cottage core is also similar to soft girl style. Wearing light colour outfits, mostly floral print, accessorizing with bows and pretty necklaces, bracelets, earrings etc. You can add crochet bags, baskets if going on trip, long skirts and cardigans.

8. OFFICE SIREN

Office Siren is also recreation of 2000's style. It is a classy and attractive style. If you wanna be looked up as a classy, elegant, smart and charming woman at office or wherever, you should go with this style.

9. DESI CORE

Desi core is an Indian girl's style. Wearing Indian traditional outfits like kurtis, lehengas, sarees etc. Accessorizing with Indian jewellery like jhumkas(earrings) or bangles etc. I'll make a detailed blog on Desi Core as it's one of the most beautiful styles.

Your style makes you known. Wear more of your style, buy clothes according to your styles. Remember buying expensive clothes is not the point, buying the clothes that matches your vibe and style is more important. But also remember to spice up your personality by switching the styles. So do have more than one style, it will make your personality mysterious and interesting. You can also make a mix of styles to look more stylish and fashionable. For example: You can have that Femme Fatale look with a bit of soft girly style.

You can find the inspo of your style on the best app of all time PINTEREST❤️

I hope I made it easier to find your style. Dress well, Vibe well😉

Thankyou for reading my blog ❤️

[digi-dest-stories]

after seeing the amazing digital circus asks i got inspired by it too

how would be like a fem! tamer and her 4 partner digimon ((my team based on my oc who is a alt character on the game digimon masters online)) a male wizardmon and his half lil brother terriermon and half lil sister lopmon and their adoptive middle sister meicoomon;

for mysterious reasons got sent to the digital circus and they are currently stuck in there at the moment, and not only the tamer herself got turned into an avatar character (a pink toon plush bunny version of herself with a tutu skirt over her shorts and a fake daisy flower hairclip on her hair, white toon gloves, and a lacy collar with a tiny bell and a rose quartz hexagonal druze on her neck);

but also her digimon as well (her wiz he got turned into a scarecrow looking plush sheep version of himself but with some features that makes him a bit similar to orko from he-man and vivi from ff9 because his shawl and cape got replaced by a scarf with a silver skull shaped jiggling bell and oversized wool sweater lilke robes over his jumpsuit, white toon gloves, his hat got some star printed patchworks on some few parts of his hat, he is bare footed exposing the cute hooved feet he got, and the sheep/lamb jiggling bell collar with the same bell matching the scarf one under it;

her meicoomon became a plush cat version of herself but she is an inbetween toki-doki and beanie boos plushie mainecoon cat doll with a purple and lavender ribbon on her head, a lavender cat collar with a heart with skull and cross bones, white toon gloves, and a tiny jiggling bell and a frilly purple and violet tutu skirt;

and terriermon became a big eared terrier mix sanrio styled dog plushie version of himself with a blue and orange dog collar with a lil bell on it too bedsides the star shaped liscence and ID tag on it and a matching orange and blue helicopter baseball cap,

while his little twin sister lopmon in other hand, she is also a sanrio styled plushie but as lop bunny rabbit version of herself instead, she wears a ribbons tied as pigtails on her ears (one lemon yellow and other fuschia pink), white toon gloves, a hot pink and lemon yellow polka dot frilly ballet skirt and a red ribbon collar with a heart shaped tiny bell);

but for also mysterious reasons not only the tamer and her 4 digimon remembers who they truly are despite loosing 45% of their memories for awhile, but also they are fully immune to abstraction, can (eventually) cure an poor abstracted individual, and the digimon can digivolve and degenerate/de-evolve but their stages aand others are different while in this state and forms; as well like their tamer they also got new perks and skills in this form.

how they would react the gang as they investigate their quest on this other but wacky, fun, crazy, and yet different with lots of secrets including terrifiying ones, circus like digital world?

First of all those descriptions are kinda adorable

Second of all:

They'd be very confused at first. They thankfully have each other, and Ragatha, who explains to them what the circus is

It's rough trying to adjust to new, slightly different bodies. But they manage to help each other out, even though they can't remember everything

Interacting with Abstracted is kind of terrifying at first, not gonna lie. They'd like to avoid that happening to anyone as much as possible (they don't know that they can't be abstracted, at least not at first)

Digivolving was an interesting experience. A bit chaotic, as the Digimon now had to adjust to newer forms, on top of fighting enemies (if in battle) or Jax (because he's an asshole who messes with them)

They don't like Caine. They avoid him as much as possible, which is sadly kind of impossible

They all share a room with one another, sharing a bed because they want the comfort of being near one another. If someone is missing, they won't sleep until they're found the missing

Along with Pomni, they are looking for an exit. But, unlike Pomni, they don't have moments of insanity because they have each other

And that's all I got

[tetsunabouquet]

Can't Help Falling In Love With You Chapter 9

Masterpost

Midorima's heart was pounding so hard he feared it would break his chest. You had casually asked him out the other day, texting him that you'd like to try to go out for a simple, casual date to test the waters. Obviously, Midorima immediately accepted the proposal. When discussing the details, he had promised to pick you up and you had expressed some worry, wondering if he was okay going to the worst area of Tokyo. A person could call Midorima many things, but a coward wasn't one of them. The first thing he noticed, was how much filthier things seemed to be on this side of the city. You could tell by entering the area that there seemed to be an aura of hopelessness and people had stopped caring. Criminals didn't immediately started crawling out of the woodworks though, it was relatively quiet in the area right now, the sole exception being the honking of a car that Midorima suspected had broken at least one traffic law at its speed. He rang the outside bell of the shabby apartment you lived in. Not long after, you came outside, dressed in a casual but elegant yet feminine style, looking as foreign to the background as he did. He recognized the hair ribbon you were wearing from school though. "Hello, is it okay if I call you Shintaro? It's weird to be on a date and call you by your first name." You stated as you greeted him and Midorima's head was spinning from the way you pronounced his name. "Of course, nandayo!" He blurted out with a slight blush. You smiled warmly, "You can call me Y/n too." Midorima nodded, still red faced as he gestured towards the cart that Takao often drove him around in. "Today, I will be your driver." You giggled at the sight, and shook your head. "You're kidding me!" "I'm not, nandayo. If you wish to test the waters to date and be in a relationship with me, you should be aware that I will spoil you as you deserve." The sweetness of his answer made you giggle once more, and it was then, when you looked into the cart and spotted a scarf with adorable kitty paw print, and following Oh Asa out of curiosity due to Midorima you knew your lucky item of the day was a clothing article with cat print. "I'm already wearing my cat print socks, but it's wonderful you thought of me." You said, picking up the scarf and wrapping it around your neck. You sniffed the material and it smelled fresh and new. "It was only right, nandayo. Now get in, we're going for the best lunch you've ever had."

You were surpised that you got Midorima to actually laugh at one of your jokes, he seemed to have something so reserved and stoic sometimes that it surprised you he did have a sense of humor. Sure, it felt like a bit of a reversel of the gender stereotype, with you making most of the jokes and he being the one laughing all the time, but you didn't mind. You felt embarassed about Midorima paying for everything, and in a surpsing move of emotional intelligence, he had ordered simple croissants and your favorite blend of tea alongside his own. Definitely not pricy enough to make you feel guilty. Midorima definitely was more then he let on, and you really liked it. "Though," Midorima said as he recovered, "I would certainly not mind if I could put Takao on a space ship." Now it was your turn to laugh as you imagined poor Takao being sent off to Mars. "Do you really think he's that annoying?" "Yes, but the unfortunate thing is that he grows on me like a disease nandayo." You hiccuped from the giggles once more, your eyes getting watery. "Well, you really do seem like you're getting corrupted by fungi," You said, stressing on the 'fun' for a pun. Midorima snorted. "As if I can help it when the fungi is this stubborn." "Let's hope your next lucky item are cleaning wipes." You continued to joke around as if you were on crack, something about the light, goofy mood just being electric. You realized then, that without a doubt, you were actually falling for Midorima.

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heyooo! it's vale! i've been wanting to request this for a bit but haven't ever gotten around to it thanks to my nerves, but i'm feeling bold enough now so i'm sending it!

i was wondering if i might be able to request some art of me and my sons (tommy and wilbur)? if three characters is too much, just the two of them would be fine too obviously (/gen). prelude to this: it's gonna be a long ask because i'm gonna have to describe their appearances, and i'm so sorry about that. luckily i've already described myself in the past so i won't have to do that again haha!

my canon's tommy was an albino crow elytrian fledgeling; he had platinum blond hair with white feathers scattered throughout and small white wings— he was generally really pale, and his eyes were sort of a periwinkle color. he often wore this red poncho/shawl that came down to about his elbows and was embroidered around the hem with floral details, a white tanktop, and khaki cargo shorts. he also wore a jingle bell on a string around his wrist (the bells were a cultural thing for us). wilbur was a caramel crow elytrian; he lost his wings in death, but still had some light brown feathers scattered in his hair and small antler nubs. he had gold eyes and pale brown hair. he usually wore a mustard yellow button-down shirt under a navy blue peacoat, a pair of green-tinted sunglasses, and a wide-brimmed navy blue sunhat with a cornflower tucked into the ribbon around its brim. he also wore a jingle bell on a ribbon choker. important to note that my canon's wilbur also had a case of talipes ("clubfoot")— it was his left foot specifically, and he often used a carved wooden cane to assist him with mobility. both of them, like me, had bird legs and tails!

feel free to leave this in the inbox for as long as you need to, or just lmk if no one is up to taking it— definitely won't take offense/feel hurt, i get that it's a big ask! also sorry to like, dump a bunch of info about both of them. i miss 'em! anyways, thank you as always!! -🌾🪶

Heyy Vale. Sorry this took a hot sec but uh I had a moment trying to figure out what to draw. I eventually just started streaming me trying to figure this out to my friends and they did a lot of brainstorming with me until we landed on the boys goofing around during a family photo thing. There were more fun options but I think this one that I ended up on is nice. I like to think they got more formal nice photos earlier on in the hypothetical photo shoot and by this point were just joking around and not posing or anything anymore.

Anyway uh I like scribbling on top of printed photos so I added some lil things in the alt where I turned my usual border into a kinda frame thing? lmao idk I was just goofing around by that point. Hope you like these Vale! it was really fun trying to figure out how to draw your sons! They were also pretty fun to draw aside from me taking years to figure out colors. I really do not know what I'm doing with coloring and always just bully them into working together with overlay layers lmao -za

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From Candy Canes to Cookies: What to Pack in Small Christmas Treat Bags

Holiday cheer is best shared through thoughtful gestures, and small Christmas treat bags are a delightful way to do just that! Whether you're building these bags as party favors, customer appreciation gifts, or tokens of love for friends and family, what you pack inside can turn a simple bag into a cherished memory. This guide will cover everything from unique treat ideas to creative packaging solutions, ensuring your Christmas treat bags are as memorable as the holiday itself.

Why Small Treat Bags are Perfect for the Holidays

Small treat bags are more than just a convenient container—they are a symbol of thoughtfulness and festive spirit. Their compact size keeps things personal and manageable while still being versatile enough to hold a plethora of goodies. For businesses, treat bags double as a branding opportunity. A well-presented treat bag with a heartfelt “Thank You” note can leave a lasting impression on customers, showing them your brand values their loyalty.

What to Pack in Christmas Treat Bags

When designing small Christmas treat bags, the contents matter as much as the presentation. Here are some creative ideas to fill your bags with holiday joy, whether for personal gifting or business promotion.

1. Sweet Treats

Candy canes, chocolate coins wrapped in gold foil, caramel bites, and Christmas-themed cookies are classic choices. These sweets evoke warm holiday memories and are crowd favorites for both kids and adults. You can also add gourmet chocolates or hand-made truffles for a luxury touch.

2. Savory Snacks

For a unique spin, include small packets of spiced nuts, cheese straws, or pretzel sticks. These savory items add flavor diversity to your treat bags.

3. Miniature Toys and Decorations

For children, include mini holiday-themed puzzles or figurines. For adults, ornaments or mini candles can add a thoughtful, non-edible surprise.

4. Hot Drink Goodies

What’s better than a cozy cup of something warm during the holidays? Add hot chocolate sachets, mini marshmallows, or tea bags in festive flavors like cinnamon and peppermint. You could even include a tiny jar of honey or a sugar stick for tea lovers.

5. Thank You Notes or Personalized Messages

A "Thank You" note adds a personal touch that money can't buy. It conveys gratitude and makes the recipient feel special. Businesses can include branded thank-you cards or discount vouchers as a little incentive for future visits.

6. Eco-Friendly Wrapping or Black Grocery Bags

Instead of typical shiny wrapping paper, go eco-friendly by using reusable black grocery bags customized with a festive design. Not only are these more sustainable, but they also look sleek and polished, elevating the treat bag experience.

Packaging Ideas That Shine

Making your small Christmas treat bag visually appealing is just as important as choosing the right goodies. Here are some creative ideas for packaging that will make your treat bags stand out.

Sleek Black Grocery Bags

Although Christmas is all about reds and greens, black grocery bags provide an elegant twist. They can be customized with gold or silver lettering to create a sophisticated holiday aesthetic.

Custom Thank You Bags

For businesses, thank-you bags serve as silent brand ambassadors. Print your brand logo or a holiday-themed message on the bag for a personal touch. These bags show your gratitude to customers while solidifying your brand presence.

Clear Cellophane Bags

Want to show off colorful treats like candy canes or Christmas cookies? Clear cellophane bags tied with red or green ribbons are an affordable and festive option.

Fabric Drawstring Bags

Go rustic by using burlap or cotton drawstring bags. Adorn them with small holly ornaments or bells for extra charm.

Reusable Containers

Why stick to bags? Mini tins or mason jars can give your Christmas treats a reusable and memorable container. Add a label or ribbon for a festive finish.

Why Thank You Bags Are a Must!

For Personal Gifts

A thank-you bag is not just a vessel—it’s the first impression of your gesture. Using a beautifully designed thank-you bag enhances the recipient’s experience and appreciation.

For Business Use

Thank-you shopping bags, whether for holiday treat bags or everyday purchases, offer a simple yet effective way to reinforce your brand. Custom thank-you grocery bags with your logo or a holiday greeting can turn a functional carrier into a memorable marketing tool.

Here’s why thank-you shopping bags are great for businesses:

Brand Recall: Each bag acts as free advertisement whenever your customers reuse it.

Customizable Designs: Ensure your business stands out with personalized colors, logos, and styling.

Eco-Friendly Options: Going green with reusable or recyclable materials can highlight your brand’s commitment to sustainability.

Spotlight on Small Thank You Bags

Don’t underestimate the power of small thank-you bags for carrying festive treats. They pack just the right amount for a memorable gift while leaving a lasting impression.

A great option for businesses is purchasing these small bags in bulk, especially if your customer base skews towards compact yet meaningful holiday tokens. For personal use, small thank-you bags work wonders for intimate celebrations like family dinners or office parties.

Where to Source High-Quality Christmas Treat Bags

Looking for the perfect bags to carry your carefully chosen treats? You have plenty of options to choose from:

Buy in Bulk: Save costs and stock up for future use by ordering wholesale thank-you bags.

Custom Print: Need something unique? Order custom black grocery bags or thank-you bags that align with your holiday theme.

Eco-Friendly Alternatives: Check out brands that offer sustainable packaging options to make your Christmas greener.

Bring the Joy of Small Treat Bags to Your Holiday Season

Whether you’re curating treat bags for your business, loved ones, or both, the key lies in thoughtful presentation as much as the contents. From sweet treats to reusable black grocery bags, every detail you include speaks of your care and appreciation.

Start creating the perfect small Christmas treat bags today, and watch how a little effort leaves a big impact. Need ideas or packaging supplies? Contact us now for the best options in thank-you bags and bulk orders!

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Hand Crafted- ‘Ho Ho Ho!’ Paw Print wine bottle lantern.

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Golden Retriever Metal Christmas Ornament Your favourite breed art print - head or body conformation - groomer gift - Other Breeds Available - dog breeder gift - regional specialty or national specialty prize gift idea Artwork by Ivy Fox Illustration Follow Ivy Fox Illustration on social media https://m.facebook.com/IvyFox.illustration/ https://www.instagram.com/ivyfox.illustration/ Find your dog breed: Personalized Pet Portraits: https://ivyfoxillustrates.etsy.com/ My website: https://ivyfoxillustration.com/ Art Prints Merch Original PaintingsMetal Christmas tree ornaments are durable and will bring holiday cheer for years to come. Print your festive designs on both sides of the white aluminum base, and we'll print them in high resolution with a glossy finish. Their surface is scratch and chip-resistant, so they can be stored together in the famous Christmas decoration box. Choose any or all of these four shapes – bell, tree, round, and oval. Note that there's one ornament per pack, and it already comes with a separate red ribbon for hanging. .: White aluminum base with a glossy finish .: Available in 4 shapes - Bell, Tree, Round and Oval .: Scratch and chip resistant surface .: Print on both sides .: Each ornament comes with a separate red ribbon for hanging .: NB! Each pack contains a single ornament Size chart Shape: Round Oval Width, in 3.50 2.36 Height, in 3.50 2.99 Thickness, in 0.03 0.03 Contact Email: IvyFoxIllustration@ gmail(dot)com ———— Tags and other miscellaneous info: ———— Ivy Fox Illustration Ivy Fox dog art Museum of the Dog American Kennel Club Showsight - Where Champions Are Celebrated American Dog Fancier InfoDog Best In Show The Canine Chronicle AKC Gazette best pet portrait artist watercolor fine art unique art Akc meet the breeds Westminster kennel club dog show national dog show crufts grooming intergroom superzoo petquest groom expo dog sports well bred dogs purebred preservation breeders ethical breeders breeder of merit akc grand champion Ch – Champion of Record – earned by gaining 15 points in conformation wins. Points awarded is determined by the number of other entries the winning dog defeats. A dog must win at least two majors (by winning at two different shows under two different judges where there are enough entries defeated to equal 3-5 points by the AKC point system. OTCh – Obedience Trial Champion To earn an obedience title, the dog must have a passing score of 50% of possible points or better, and an overall passing score at three different competitions under three different judges. CD – Companion Dog (First Level Obedience Competition, basic obedience exercises) CDX – Companion Dog Excellent (Intermediate Level Obedience Competition, more advanced obedience work) UD – Utility Dog (Advanced Level Obedience Competition, difficult obedience work, including hand signals) UDX – The highest obedience degree AKC presently awards TRACKING TD – Tracking Dog TDX – Tracking Dog Excellent VST – Variable Surface Tracking HERDING HIC – Herding Instinct Certificate HT – Herding Tested PT – PreTrial Tested HS – Herding Started HI – Herding Intermediate HX – Herding Excellent HCh – Herding Champion AGILITY NA – Novice Agility OA – Open Agility AX – Agility Excellent MX – Master Agility Excellent NAJ – Novice Agility Jumper OAJ – Open Agility Jumper EAJ – Excellent Agility Jumper AKC Unofficial Titles CGC – Canine Good Citizen ROM – Register of Merit – A dog or bitch must earn a number of points specified by the DPCA rules, and also meet the numbers of champion and major pointed progeny required by DPCA. The requirements for bitches are less than the requirements for the dogs because males have the opportunity to produce a far larger number of offspring. ROMC – Canadian ROM ROM/C – designates that the dog has earned an American and a Canadian ROM. TT – Temperament Tested TC – Temperament Certified AOE – Award of Excellence-A dog must meet qualifications in conformation, obedience, and also be OFA´d to earn this award. New competitions are being added and rules for competitions change, for the most up to date rules and regulations, check with the AKC and the DPCA. Miscellaneous American titles often seen on pedigrees and in advertising. BIS – Best in Show at an All-Breed Show in conformation. BISS – Best in Show Specialty (where only dogs of the same breed are competing in conformation) BOB – Best of Breed BOS – Best Opposite Sex BOW – Best of Winners (best between Winners Dog and Winners Bitch in breed conformation class competition) WD – Winners Dog – the winning dog overall of the regular classes of his sex. WB – Winners Bitch – the winning bitch overall of the regular classes of her sex. RWD/RWB – Runner up to the winners dog and bitch, if the winner becomes ineligible for the award then the runner up will receive the points awarded from that show. Special – A dog that is already a Champion that is competing for Best of Breed only. A Champion cannot compete in the classes where points are earned (because a Champion has already earned them!) RTD – Registered Therapy Dog TD I- Dog has passed Therapy Dog International´s testing HEALTH CERTIFICATIONS OVC – Ontario Veterinary College OVC Hip Certification – A dog may be preliminary screened at a younger age, but will not receive a certification unless the dog is at least 18 months old. It was told to me by a tech in the radiology department of OVC that they consider hips to either be bad, in which case they are rated on a scale from 0 – 4, with 4 being the worse, or they are “good” in which case the animal will receive a certification number (if 18 months or older. Therefore they do not follow the U.S. rating system which includes “FAIR”, Good, Excellent”. Their exact words were “the hips are either GOOD or they are NOT. OFA – Orthopedic Foundation for Animals OFA Hip Certifications – dogs within a specified range of normal hip x-rays are certified OFA-Excellent, Good, or Fair OFA – Elbow Certification – Certified by OFA for normal elbows on x-ray, only one grade recognized as normal. Check with OFA for proper procedures and positioning for hip and elbow x-rays. A dog may be preliminary screened at a younger age, but will not receive a certification unless the dog is at least 24 months old. OFA is also now doing certifications for other canine health concerns such as normal thyroid levels, check with OFA for accurate data and rules concerning these. CERF – Canine Eye Registry Foundation-dog is certified to have normal eyes. Re-certification must be done annually. vWD – Von Willebrands Disease free-meaning the dog has been tested and found free of vWD, a bleeding disorder, vWD free ratings also are often given with a percentage listed. For the best information on Von Willebrand´s Disease, contact Dr Jean Dodds, who is the leading research specialist in blood disorders. Dog show prize idea

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20 Independence Day Activity Ideas for Kids.

Independence Day is more than simply a holiday; it's a chance to teach children about the history of their country and to celebrate it. Here are some independence day activities for kids. These exercises improve cognitive and creative abilities while promoting patriotism. A collection of pleasant and instructive enrichment activities is provided below.

1. Understanding Independence: A Historical Overview

Give a quick overview of Independence Day's historical background to start the day. Describe the significance of the day, mentioning important people and occasions that contributed to the country's freedom. This provides a significant context for the upcoming events.

2. 20 Independence Day Activities for Kids

Here are detailed descriptions of 20 educational and fun independence day activities for kids:

1. Flag Hoisting Ceremony: 

Organize a flag hoisting at your local school or community center. Teach children the proper flag etiquette and the meaning behind the flag's colors and symbols.

2. Patriotic Parades: 

Have children create their own parade floats from cardboard boxes, decorate their bikes with flags, or dress in national colors and march around the neighborhood.

3. Crafting National Symbols: 

Provide materials like construction paper, glue, and scissors for kids to make their own national symbols such as flags, national birds, or floral emblems. This ties into independence day crafts for kids.

4. Independence Day Themed Puzzles: 

Create or print puzzles that feature national heroes or significant historical events. These puzzles can be tailored to different age groups to ensure that everyone is challenged and engaged.

5. DIY Patriotic Badges: 

Using cardstock, markers, and safety pins, guide children to make their own patriotic badges that they can wear throughout the day. This craft helps develop fine motor skills and allows for personal expression.

6. Create Firework Art: 

Mimic fireworks with craft materials like glitter, paint, and black paper. This safe alternative to actual fireworks lets kids unleash their creativity and safely celebrate the excitement of fireworks.

7. Freedom Speeches: 

Encourage older children to write and deliver short speeches on the meaning of independence. This fosters critical thinking and enhances public speaking skills.

8. Documentary Screening: 

Select age-appropriate documentaries that explain the history and significance of Independence Day, followed by a discussion to deepen understanding.

9. Patriotic Sing-Along: 

Organize a sing-along of national songs. Provide lyrics and maybe even some musical accompaniment to make this activity festive and fun.

10. Historical Skits: 

Have children act out significant moments in history using simple costumes and props. This activity can be both entertaining and educational, as kids learn through performing.

11. Liberty Bell Crafts: 

As a preschool independence day craft, guide kids in making Liberty Bells from paper cups and tin foil, discussing the historical importance of the bell.

12. National Hero Biographies: 

Assign each child a national hero to research and present. This could include dressing up as the hero and explaining their role in the nation’s history.

13. Patriotic Bookmark Crafting: 

Kids can create bookmarks using red, white, and blue ribbons and cardstock, decorated with stars and stripes. This is a simple craft that encourages reading and keeps the patriotic theme.

14. Flag Mosaic Art Project: 

Children can tear up pieces of colored paper to create a mosaic of the national flag. This is a fantastic group activity that promotes teamwork and discussion about the flag's meaning.

15. Independence Day Time Capsule: 

Children can fill a time capsule with current year items, letters to their future selves, and their thoughts on independence. Decide on a future date to open it, perhaps on a significant future Independence Day.

16. Design Patriotic T-Shirts: 

With fabric paint and stencils, let children design their own T-shirts. This activity allows for personal expression and develops design skills.

17. Host a Cultural Food Day: 

This encourages families to bring dishes that represent their heritage, which promotes cultural diversity and understanding among children.

18. Map the Freedom Trail: 

For those in countries with 'freedom trails', mapping them out can be both fun and educational, tying geography with history.

19. Freedom Flowers Planting: 

Plant flowers in the national colors. This activity teaches kids about plant care and the importance of nature in national symbolism.

20. Make Tri-Color Bracelets: 

Use beads in national colors to make bracelets. This helps improve fine motor skills and serves as a wearable expression of national pride.

3. Tips for Organizing Independence Day Activities for Kids

Plan ahead to ensure you have all the necessary materials. Tailor activities to be age-appropriate and engaging for all children involved. Encourage participation from parents and community members to make the day more impactful and memorable.

4. Choosing the Right Materials for Independence Day Crafts

Always opt for non-toxic, safe materials, especially when working with younger children. Consider environmentally friendly materials to teach sustainability alongside national pride.

Conclusion

Kids' independence day activities are a great way to honor and teach children about the history and ideals of their nation. In addition to making the celebration more enjoyable, these activities foster a sense of patriotism and duty. Engage in these Independence Day activities to see how young minds are developing.

Check: Preschool in Wagholi, Preschool in Noida