#Rudolph Mate

[lifeinasmalltowninjapan]

D.O.A. (1949) 

🎬 Rudolph Maté

[thursdaymurderbub]

Between scnees of Love Affair (1939). Silver Screen magazine, February 1939

[katerudolphauthor]

I am a Drakarn warrior, protector of my people, master of blade and sky. Battles and threats are known to me, but she is a new mystery.

Terra storms into my world, unlike any female I've encountered. Smooth-skinned, wingless, clawless… yet she radiates a fierce strength that ignites a firestorm within me.

Her defiance only fuels my desire. Her scent is my obsession, her touch a torment I crave.

Every instinct within me screams mate.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

How The Elf Saved Christmas

Yandere Rudolph The Red-Nosed Deertaur x Gender Neutral Elf Reader CW: Painful Noncon, nonhuman genitalia, size difference, possessive behavior, possessive sex, jealous behavior, general yandere behavior, rut cycle, reader fucked big stupid, overstimulation, cum as lube, mention of musk Word Count: 1.3k (This is your Christmas gift from me, I hope you enjoy it <3)

It was one of the earliest years since the start of the Christmas holiday. Rudolph had just recently joined the other deertaurs that drew Santa's sleigh. Not only did he have the magic ability to fly like the others, but he also could produce a fog and snow dispelling light from his nose. He was perfect to lead the sleigh.

Well... almost perfect.

A week into December, he started acting out. Behaving aggressively towards the other deertaurs, secluding himself, and acting unusually possessive over the elf who had been assigned as his servant.

That was you. You brought him his meals and made sure he was comfortable. Normally Rudolph was very low maintenance and your job was exceedingly easy. He was always considerate of you and treated you very kindly.

But lately, Rudolph wouldn't let you out of his sight. And snapped at anyone who got near you, especially if you happened to walk by another deertaur. One time, he even looked as if he was about to stab at Blitzen with his antlers.

The reindeer even looked different. His normally kind brown eyes were more frenzied and dilated. The normally straight, soft, brown hair of his human half was unkempt. And his muscular human body was always tense.

The other deer-men knew what was going on. But it wasn't like they could get near you to tell you.

Rudolph was in rut.

And he had determined, subconsciously, that you were going to be his mate.

The other deer hybrids had gone to Santa and apprised him of the situation, but he chose to do nothing about it. Forcefully taking away a rutting deer's love interest could get very dangerous.

Besides, Christmas was fast approaching, and the fastest way out of rut was for Rudolph to satisfy his urges. And really, what was the comfort of one elf compared to the enormity of the holiday? Christmas was at stake.

In your employee contract, you had agreed to uphold the sanctity of the holiday and do everything in your power to keep Christmas safe and running smoothly. If that meant you had to be a cocksleeve for a deertaur to keep his head clear so he could guide the sleigh, then so be it.

But even Rudolph didn't know why he was so irritable or why he was so odd in his behavior towards you. Why the thought of you being near someone else or out of his side filled him with rage and anxiety.

You were completely distressed. Your boss was acting so differently towards you. You couldn't even return to your little hut. Normally, you would be dismissed at nights but Rudolph wouldn't let you leave.

Instead, you were made to sleep in his house and on his soft, low to the ground bedding.

One morning, about a week away from Christmas, you both learned why he was behaving in such an egregious manner.

Rudolph woke up before you did and something about the way you lay sprawled out with your butt up in the air and your pants slightly falling off. You woke something up in him.

All his instincts shouted at him to breed this elf that was presenting themself to him. To claim you as his mate officially.

Careful not to wake you, because he didn't want you to struggle until it was too late, he pulled your red and green pants and candy cane striped underwear down to your knees. Then he proceeded to lower himself over you until he was in position.

You were ripped violently from your dreams as extreme pain rammed through you. Rudolph, now at the height of his rut, had jammed in all in one go and with no prep.

Your tiny elf body squirmed and writhed in confusion and pain, the frantic struggles sending waves of pleasure through his cock which was embedded so well within you.

"Wha-what are you d-doing?" You squeaked out through the pain.

He didn't bother replying.

Rudolph's body was all you could see above you as his strong thrusts moved you back and forth below him.

The act was raw, instinctive, and possessive. Like your personhood was being fucked away by this being much larger than you until you were reduced to his property.

Screams for help barely escaped your body. They went unanswered. Even if someone had heard you Santa would have told them to steer clear.

You cried and sobbed, powerless to remove the brute who was raping you. Though it seemed he finally had noticed the cries of his partner through his rut.

He slowed down his pace, just a bit.

Snow elves were small but extremely resilient and adaptable. That fact, combined with a slightly slower rhythm allowed you to feel a bit of pleasure as your body adjusted.

"Fuck! You feel so tight! You're just so small~ Gotta fill you with cum. Gotta breed. Gotta breed. Gotta breed..."

You whimpered as the deer man lost himself in his carnal desire to fuck you silly.

He slowed down as he came in you, and you thought you could relax. You went limp, but before you could catch your breath he started pounding into you with renewed vigor, roughly pounding you into the bedding.

Cum leaked down your thighs as his heavy balls smacked you. The smell of his musk filled the air and made you a slight bit dizzy.

The seed from the first round of breeding had lubricated you nicely, and he slid in and out of you in a much more pleasurable manner.

"You take me so fucking well!"

Your crying and sobbing gradually turned into gasps and shudders of pleasure as over the course of the next several hours you came over and over until you couldn't react anymore.

You just lay there and take, completely senseless and overstimulated. Weeping not from pain but from the sensations of seemingly endless mating.

Finally he came in you hard and left himself in a while before pulling out completely. His dick left you with a lewd squelch as at least a gallon of semen dripped from your well worn hole.

For the first time in weeks he finally felt somewhat clear headed.

"Gosh, I'm so sorry."

Rudolph picked you up, cleaned you, and fed you. You were too tired to protest.

The deertaur was remarkably tender for someone who had just taken you against your will, treating you like a snowflake that would vanish under the slightest mistreatment.

It was odd being served by him for a change. But you were too out of it to really give it much thought.

"I'm sorry I wasn't more gentle. But I'm not sorry that you're my mate now."

He was still in rut, and every single day leading up to Christmas Eve, he made you endure an hours long breeding session. You smelled just like him. As if his scent was ingrained in you at a cellular level.

Luckily, his rut ended just in time for him to be able to complete his job, guiding the sleigh without a hitch.

You tried to escape while he was out with Santa, but the higher up elves informed you that you had a new assignment.

You had to live with Rudolph permanently to make sure he never got wild again. His partner had to live with him. If they took you from him now, even outside of rut, he'd go insane. And he performed a very important task by leading the sleigh.

You should have felt honored. Not many elves got to personally save Christmas.

[egglain]

hey y’all— idk if this exists already but i thought i’d make a “dickcember” prompt list.

smut writers, if you use any of these, please tag me so i can read! happy writing ❄️☃️🎄

Dickcember 2024 - 18+

1 - Nutcracker! [cumplay, CBT, spanking]

2 - Let it blow! [blowjobs, snowed in, cuddles]

3 - Meet the family! [thighs, keep quiet, first times]

4 - Letters to Santa [sexting, at work, desire]

5 - Ho, ho ho! [stripping, orgy/group sex, cucking]

6 - Snowballs [temperature play, games, balls]

7 - Pin the nose on the snowman! [pegging, body worship, dressing up]

8 - Star [reversed roles, living room, on top]

9 - Pine & parcels [bondage, impromptu/makeshift, car]

10 - Frosty [cold, dom/sub dynamics, marking]

11 - Rudolph red [period, whips, predator/prey dynamics]

12 - Partridge in a pear tree [anal, unshaven, gift-giving]

13 - Eggnog [ovulation, vanilla, mating press]

14 - Candy cane [deepthroat, cockrings, jelqing]

15 - Sleigh Ride [riding, outdoor, adventures]

16 - Pipesicle [flashing, spitting, from behind]

17 - Hang the stockings [feet, decorating, nylon/thigh highs]

18 - Caroling [vocal, neighbours, dirty talk]

19 - Giftwrapping [shibari, protected, ribbons]

20 - Sugar cookies & sugar plums [praise, food play, sweet]

21 - Yule [mistletoe, rimming, magic]

22 - GingerBRED! [breeding, domestic, glazing/frosting]

23 - Stocking stuff me! [feeding, toys, gagging]

24 - Knotty List [knotting, heat/rut, degradation]

25 - Cumming down the chimney! [creampies, unwrapping, fireplace]

26 - Mommy's kissing Santa Claus [size kink, kissing, older]

27 - HoliYAY [feast, femdom, edging]

28 - Cookies and milk [lactation, titjobs, midnight]

29 - Coal [begging, restraints, deprivation]

30 - Christmas card [cameras/filming, crossdressing, tickling]

31 - New Years Resolutions [confessions, exhibitionism, strangers]

banners by @roseschoices!

[neferaskingdom]

♡ The Great Christmas Yard-Off | MV1

NEFERASKINGDOM

Summary: Y/n decides to join the neighborhood Christmas yard decorating contest. Somehow it ends with Max and George at war with each other.

A/N: I wanted to try my hand at a Christmas series. I plan on uploading 12 fics but we'll see. I choose to do this with George because apparently George and Max are beefing now?. Also guys please send some inspiration my way cuz deciding to make this series was a totally impulsive decision.

SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

The holidays had always been your favorite time of the year. The twinkling lights, the smell of gingerbread, the comforting hum of Christmas carols — it all felt like a warm embrace. And this year, you and Carmen were determined to make it even more special. You both had signed up for the neighborhood’s annual Christmas yard decorating contest. 

Max on the other hand didn’t give two shits about Christmas. He tolerated your festive spirit because you loved it, and every December, your shared home transformed into a holiday wonderland. You handled the decorations, baking, and cheesy Christmas playlists, while Max provided the occasional muscle for hanging lights and reaching the high shelves. It was a system that worked.

Until George Russell opened his big mouth.

It started at a padel game. You and Carmen were sitting nearby, swapping ideas for the neighborhood Christmas yard decorating contest while Max and George squared off on the court. You weren’t even halfway through explaining your plans when George’s ears perked up.

“We’re doing the yard decorating contest?” George said, wiping sweat off his forehead as he approached. His interest was piqued, and that was never a good sign.

“Yeah,” Carmen replied cautiously. “Why?”

George grinned, leaning casually on his racket. “This is going to be fun we’ve got this in the bag”

You and Carmen exchanged a look, bemused. “We do?” Carmen asked, crossing her arms.

George beamed. “Obviously we do! Especially since I’ll be helping”

You snorted. “What does that even mean?”

“It means that I have impeccable taste,” George said smugly.

At this, Max snorted from across the court. “It’s just inflatables and fairy lights. Relax, mate.”

George turned to him, his grin widening. “Says the guy who probably hasn’t even untangled his lights yet.”

Max froze, narrowing his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like,” George replied, clearly enjoying himself. “I’m just saying, you probably lack the creative vision to pull off anything more sophisticated than a blinking Rudolph.”

“Creative vision?” Max repeated incredulously

“Exactly. It’s not just about the lights or the inflatables!” George replied, puffing out his chest. “It’s about taste. Sophistication. Something you wouldn’t understand, Verstappen.”

Max just glared, his jaw tightening. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” George said, the smugness practically radiating off him.

It was at that moment you saw the shift in Max’s demeanor. What had started as a casual exchange turned into something much more dangerous: a challenge.

By the time you got home, Max was fully committed to the cause.

“Okay,” he said, pacing the living room. “What’s the strategy?”

You stared at him blankly from your spot on the couch, where you’d been happily sipping hot chocolate and scrolling through Pinterest for DIY ideas. “What strategy?”

“For the yard. To beat George,” Max replied, as if it were obvious.

“Max,” you began slowly, “this isn’t about beating anyone. It’s Christmas.”

Max stopped pacing to look at you. “It is about beating someone. George thinks he’s going to win, and I’m not letting that happen.”

“Why do you care?” you asked, genuinely baffled. “You didn’t even want to help decorate two hours ago.”

“That was before George made it personal,” Max said, grabbing his phone. “Right. I need to order lights. Big ones.”

You groaned, already sensing this was spiraling out of control.

“Max,” you said, trying to keep your voice calm. “You don’t even care about Christmas.”

“I care about not losing to George bloody Russell,” 

The first couple of days were peaceful enough. You stuck to your original plan of simple, tasteful decorations, while Carmen did the same across the street. But then George upped the ante.

“Have you seen this?” Max stormed into the kitchen, waving his phone at you.

On the screen was a picture of George’s front yard. He had installed a massive inflatable snowman wearing a Santa hat and, inexplicably, a Mercedes team jacket.

“Is that…branded merchandise?” you asked, squinting at the screen.

“Oh, it’s on,” Max growled, grabbing his coat.

“Where are you going?”

“To the hardware store.”

“What for?”

“To buy everything.”

“Max, let it go,” you said exasperated,

“Let it go? Let it go?” Max repeated, scandalized. “You don’t let things go when you’re trying to win.”

You sighed. “We’re not trying to win. We’re trying to have fun.”

Max ignored you, muttering something about needing to rent a ladder.

Across the street, Carmen was facing her own struggles.

“George,” she said firmly, “I thought we agreed this was my thing.”

George was busy attaching halos to his newly erected nativity scene. “It’s our thing, darling. A team effort.”

“You’re hogging the team effort!” Carmen snapped.

“Nonsense,” George replied, stepping back to admire his work. “Do you think the fog machine is too much?”

“Fog machine?” Carmen repeated, aghast. “Are you kidding me?”

“It adds character,” George insisted.

“It looks like a rave!”

It wasn’t long before the antics escalated.

One morning, Max woke you up at the ungodly hour of 6 a.m., shaking your shoulder. “Y/n, wake up! Emergency.”

“What?” you groaned, sitting up. “Is the house on fire?”

“No, but George sabotaged Santa!” Max exclaimed, holding his phone up to show you the security footage of the animatronic Santa in your yard. Its mechanical arm, which was supposed to wave cheerfully, was instead frozen in a position that looked suspiciously like it was flipping people off.

“Sabotaged?” you repeated, rubbing your eyes. “Max, it’s probably just broken.”

“It’s sabotage,” Max said with absolute certainty.

That morning, George’s inflatable reindeer mysteriously deflated.

“Max,” you hissed when you caught him sneaking back inside with scissors in hand. “What did you do?”

“I’m was just trimming the hedges,” he said innocently.

“With kitchen scissors? At five in the morning?”

“I just wanted to be done with it early,” he replied, giving you a cheeky grin.

George wasn’t innocent either. That evening, Max’s synchronized sleigh started playing an obnoxiously distorted version of "Jingle Bells."

“That son of a—” Max growled, storming out to fix it.

From your vantage point on the porch, you saw George leaning against his front door, sipping tea and waving smugly.

By the weekend, both yards were unrecognizable. Max had rented a cherry picker to string lights on the trees, creating a display so bright it could probably be seen from space. George retaliated by adding a life-sized nutcracker army to his yard, complete with sound effects.

You and Carmen sat together on the porch, sipping mulled wine and watching the madness unfold.

“They’re insane,” Carmen said flatly.

“Completely unhinged,” you agreed.

“Do you think we should try to stop them?”

“Not a chance,” you replied, taking a sip of your drink. “They’d probably turn on us. Just let them tire themselves out”

When judgment day arrived, the tension was palpable. Max and George stood in their respective yards, glaring at each other like two prizefighters about to enter the ring.

Then Sebastian Vettel pulled up in an electric car, stepping out with a clipboard in hand.

“What the hell is Seb doing here?” Max whispered, frowning.

You shrugged. “I have no idea”

“Why would Seb be judging a Christmas contest?”

“Why are you treating this like a world championship?” you shot back.

Across the street, George was equally confused. “Seb?” he called out, waving. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m the judge,” Seb replied simply.

“Why?” George asked.

Seb shrugged. “Why not?”

For the next hour, Sebastian walked up and down the street, inspecting each yard with an inscrutable expression. When he reached Max’s yard, he tilted his head.

“It’s...bright,” Seb said diplomatically.

“It’s also synchronized!” Max said proudly, hitting a remote to start the light show.

Seb blinked as the display erupted into a cacophony of lights and music, the animatronic Santa jerking its arm wildly.

“Interesting choice,” Seb said, jotting something down.

When he got to George’s yard, he paused at the nativity scene. The fog machine puffed dramatically, obscuring the baby Jesus.

“Very…cinematic,” Seb commented.

“It adds to the atmosphere,” George corrected with a grin.

Seb nodded slowly. “Hmm.”

Finally, he reached Nico Rosberg’s house. Honestly speaking you had kind of forgotten he was even in the competition. Nico’s yard was a chaotic mix of DIY decorations—crooked garlands, hand-painted ornaments, and a slightly lopsided tree. His two young daughters were bustling around the yard, stringing up a series of haphazardly cut-out stars and paper garlands. A few hand-painted reindeer made of cardboard were scattered across the lawn. It was the polar opposite of both Max and George’s gaudy, over-the-top displays.

“What’s this?” Seb asked, intrigued.

Nico poked his head out the door, a mug of coffee in hand. “Oh, the girls did the whole thing. It's kind of last minute cuz I forgot all about the competition.”

Seb’s face lit up. “The girls? They did this?”

“Yeah, they love this kind of stuff,” Nico said with a shrug.

Seb nodded approvingly, turning back to the yard. “It’s heartfelt and homemade. Captures the true spirit of Christmas.”

Max and George stared at him in horror as Seb marked something on his clipboard.

“I think I’ve found the winner,” Seb said. “Yup, this is the one.”

“You’re giving it to that?” Max sputtered, gesturing wildly at Nico’s yard “He’s got two cardboard reindeer! You can’t just—what?”

George stared in shock, unable to process the sight. “This... this looks like a kindergarten craft project.”

Seb turned to them with a calm smile. “Your yards look like a commercial for overconsumption. Nico’s daughters made something meaningful.”

Nico just stood there confused, while his daughters proudly adjusted the crooked garlands and DIY decorations they had made. “What?” Nico said, looking around. “Wait, we won?”

Sebastian smiled. “Yes. This yard shows the real spirit of Christmas. It’s genuine, heartfelt, and doesn’t rely on flashy lights or over-the-top theatrics.”

Max was in absolute shock. “We lost... to Nico Rosberg?” 

George looked equally scandalized. “But we put so much effort into this!”

“Effort doesn’t always mean better,” Seb said sagely.

Nico laughed nervously. “I mean, my daughters just wanted to make something fun. It’s not that great.”

Sebastian held up a trophy. “It’s perfect. And you’re the winner.”

Max flopped down on the couch next to you, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, and his face twisted in frustration. He was still sulking about losing the Christmas yard competition, and it was clear he wasn’t letting it go anytime soon.

“I can’t believe we lost to Nico Rosberg,” Max grumbled, throwing his head back dramatically. “Nico. Nico won because he brought his daughters into it. It’s like they manipulated Sebastian with their cuteness! That’s not fair.”

You bit your lip to hold back a laugh, but you could tell this was no laughing matter to Max. He was seriously upset. You scooted closer to him, putting a hand on his arm in an attempt to comfort him.

“Max, it’s just a silly contest,” you said softly. “It doesn’t really matter who won. You had the best lights and decorations, okay?”

Max let out a heavy sigh and turned to look at you, his eyes filled with exaggerated indignation. “No, it’s not okay! I worked so hard on that display. And then Nico just... has his little girls do all the work, and bam! They win! What was I supposed to do? I’m not going to bring a bunch of random kids to decorate for me!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, nudging him playfully. “Yeah, I don’t think that would have been a good look.”

Max’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “You know... maybe I’ve figured it out. Maybe that’s what we’ve been missing. If we had a kid, they’d be adorable, and there’s no way Sebastian would resist that kind of cuteness. I’m telling you, we would definitely win next year.”

You blinked, staring at him in disbelief. “Wait... what? Max, are you seriously suggesting we have a baby just to win a Christmas decoration competition?”

Max shrugged, a sly grin creeping across his face. “Why not? If Nico can win by using his daughters, we could do the same. Imagine it: one little Verstappen decorating the yard, all wide-eyed and cute. Sebastian wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Your heart nearly stopped. “Max, no. Absolutely not. You cannot possibly think about having a child just to win a Christmas contest.”

Max didn’t pay any attention to your protests. He was already scheming, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “I’m telling you, it’s genius. We get the kid involved, and next thing you know, Sebastian’s giving us the trophy. It’s foolproof.”

You grabbed his arm, still flustered, but now more worried about where this conversation was going. “Max, no. You’re not thinking straight. You can’t just—that’s not how things work.”

Max leaned back against the couch, crossing his arms behind his head, looking far too pleased with himself. “I don’t know, Y/n, I think I’m onto something big here.”

Max grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Well, if we want to win next year’s Christmas contest…” He paused, leaning in closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper, “maybe it’s time we make that baby, schat.”

Before you could even respond, Max pounced on you, wrapping you in his arms and planting a playful kiss on your lips, causing you to squeak in surprise. You pushed him away lightly, laughing. “Max, you’re impossible!”

He just smirked. “Maybe. But think about it—one little Verstappen running around decorating. We’d definitely win.”

You rolled your eyes, still flustered, but couldn't stop the smile that crept onto your face at that thought. "You're ridiculous."

Max winked. "But you love me anyway."

[zigrethsnotebook]

"Your nose is redder than Rudolph’s... and just as cute."

Ford x Reader

words: 323

tags: sfw, fluff, suggestive

Ford stepped through the door and shuddered as he took his snowy coat off. “It is freezing out there!” He declared loudly, making you poke your head out from the kitchen. When you saw his face it took you a surprising amount of effort to suppress your laugh.

You stepped into the hallway, closer to your husband, still holding onto and mixing the ingredients in a bowl for the cookies you were baking. Through your best efforts a little giggle escaped you as you spoke, a fond smile on your lips. “Your nose is redder than Rudolph’s… and just as cute.”

Ford turned to look at you. You weren’t quite sure if the slight red tint on his cheeks had been there before or if you had caused it. Still, he broke out in a big grin. “Did you know that Rudolph actually has such a genetic advantage because of his red-glowing nose that if he were real he would be considerably more desirable as a potential mate?”

You stared at Ford for a second and then broke out in a full on giggle. You stopped mixing the ingredients and held the bowl with one hand to be able to reach up to his cheek with the other. He gingerly leaned into your touch and let his eyes fall shut, enjoying the warmth on his skin. “Well, duh! Why do you think I’m with you and not Stan, huh? Those extra fingers can do some real magic.”

Ford’s eyes snapped open wide and his face was as red as his turtleneck in less than a second. You winked at him with a smirk and after seeing his stunned expression stuck like that for a moment couldn’t contain your laughter any longer.

You laughed so hard that Ford had to take the bowl from you so you wouldn’t spill the batter. He got so easily flustered, no wonder you loved teasing him so much.

[pokemonshelterstories]

You know, that Christmas song Randolph the Red Nosed Deerling has got me wondering: do deerling even play games or exhibit play behavior? Also are there any recorded instances of juvenile Pokémon displaying behavior that could be classified as bullying or deliberate exclusion?

eh? do you mean rudolph? i think i saw a video of that as a kid.

deerling are social pokemon that keep together in herds for the most part, and they do indeed play! as with many pokemon, play is important for deerling in learning social structures and developing muscle and motor skills. one of their most common play behaviors, as anyone who has befriended a deerling will tell you, is headbutting. this behavior is more common in male deerling, who will eventually fight each other for mating rights, but female deerling are also known to headbutt. other play behaviors include chasing each other, kicking, firing off bullet seeds, and jumping over each other. these "games" are great practice at evading and fighting off predators!

although we don't really use the term "bullying" scientifically because it's pretty nondescript, deerling definitely have a social hierarchy that is largely determined by age and size, with some variation for individual personality. this mostly determines their rights to limited resources, namely mates and food. lower-ranking individuals will get attacked or chased off if they try to make claim to these resources. it's typically more of a reactive behavior than an active aggression, though when their hormones really get flowing in the autumn, they become far less tolerant of each other.

that being said, it's not uncommon for social pokemon to reject members of their species that have unusual appearances, especially ones that stand out to predators. a deerling with a red nose that lights up would likely get rejected by its mother; if it did manage to survive to maturity, it could possibly face social exclusion in the form of being punted to the bottom of the hierarchy, restricting its access to mates, herd safety, and quality browse.

[lxvvie]

On today's episode of Pranks R Us: It's that time of the year when we're inundated with Christmas carols and movies. All. Damn. Day. Hallmark. Here's a scenario for you: How would your faves react to you purposely, horrendously serenading them with Christmas songs that... they don't like? 😊

Capt. John Price - He's nursing his cuppa because he knows for a fact that the boys put you up to this. He feels it in his bone marrow for Christ's sake. Price likes to think he's smiling behind the mug but his cheeks are hurting a bit too much for it to be genuine which really means he's gonna give the rest of 141 hell when he sees them the next time.

Gaz - Went from raising a brow to his cheeks being puffed the hell out because he's trying his best not to laugh in your face. When you're done, you have the biggest shit-eating grin... which devolves into laughter from both you and him. Tears are rolling down your eyes and he's clutching his stomach. God, he loves you, darling.

Soap - Soap is currently the Soapurrito™ with Whiskey (referencing this post) when you decide to randomly serenade them both. Not only do you have Soap looking confused but the dog keeps tilting his head as well, too. Then you hit that one note and they tilted their head at the same damn time and you just fell out laughing.

Ghost - (Referencing this post) Ghost was having a smoke and knit session and then you barged in and began singing. Not only did you sing the absolute worst fucking Christmas song to ever exist to him but you decided to channel your inner Luciano Pavarotti and make it classical for him. You thought you ate that shit but Ghost was staring at you in Say Sike, Mate the entire time while still knitting. You winked and blew him a kiss and if 'Why are we here? Just to suffer?' was a person.

Roach - He, like Price, was smiling a bit too brightly which means that he's crying on the inside. The one who gets up and gives you that reassuring squeeze because you got the spirit. Not everyone is meant to be a singer but he thanks you and revels in the holiday cheer! ❤️

Alex Keller - Was watching TV and not really paying attention to it and then BAM, you popped up! The more you sing, the more you realize his thighs are slowly but surely closing together and LIKE HELL YOU'LL CLOSE SHUT THE JAWS OF SWEET KELLER LOVIN', ALEX.

Alejandro - Alejandro looked up from his work, leaned back in his chair, and just stared at you with a furrowed brow. Rudy and the others are in earshot and are quietly, collectively laughing their asses off. You actually do a couple songs (per the bet) and Alejandro... has a stiff drink in the meantime lmao.

Rudy - Actually does laugh in your face, even though it's Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Apologizes while laughing in your face. Because laughter is contagious, however, you, too, start laughing.

König - König gets incredibly excited because Schatz, he didn't know you liked to sing horribly! And when you're done, he, too, chooses to serenade you, and holy shit, König actually can sing!

Horangi - Horangi has the most deadpan expression on his face. He's the one that promises you you can sit on his face all day long if you'll promise him to never sing again stop singing.

Graves - Graves was on a conference call with the boys when you busted in and started singing. The entire time, he's rocking the Zoolander grimace and when you're done, you hear someone give their best Simon Cowell impersonation and then it turns into Shadow Company's Got Talent and you're being judged. 'A' for Ass effort, darlin'.

Valeria - The one who rolls her eyes and massages her temple. May or may not put your ass on the couch tonight for this. Or, better yet, you wanna sing? Put your mouth to good use and sing on her pu—

Keegan - Is the epitome of lost as hell. Keegan is the one grimacing with every high note you, er, try to hit. He can't even bring himself to smile but his eyes are somewhat comically wide, made more so after you kiss his cheek, take the piss out of him, and ask him how you did.

[s0ftf4ng]

I got my friends to guess the name of CoD characters and I thought I taught them well.

Friend 1 - Kate Laswell = Karen Duh Alejandro Vargas = Slogan Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra = Billu Johnathan "John" Price😍= Mr Birling (only real ones will know the reference.) Simon "Ghost" Riley = Paddy John "Soap" MacTavish = Soap (So proud👏) Kyle "Gaz" Garrick = Michael Nikolai Belinski = NIKOLAI (they love Nikolai) Farah Karim = Weely (umm) Hadir Karim = Bilbo (ermm) Alex Keller = (quoted btw) That's just a pedophile it's like Uncle Albert or smth. (not my bbg, no.) Valeria Garza = Keira Vladmir Makarov = Grr alpha Bordy (same bro) Andrei Nolan = English roadman fucking Harold (not the aussie turned ultranationlist) Milena Romanova = Bonice Phillip Graves = Wankathon (I mean, i'd do that *lip bite*) Herschel Shepherd = Pops (real) Hassan Zyani = Andrew Tate König = Skylar Horangi = Soldier #2 Logan Walker = Lucas (so close bro) David "Hesh" Walker = Thirsty Sam💀 Elias Walker = Silver Fox Rudolph (smash) Keegan P Russ = Lucas Brother Mathew (wrong one mate and no) Thomas A Merrick = Hudson (also doesn't like bald people hense the name.) Kick = Nightrider (That's what i do😝) Riley Walker = Riley (SO PROUD👏👏) Friend 1 = 3/27 Friend 2 - Kate Laswell = Vanessa Alejandro Vargas = Gabriel Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra = Chad Johnathan "John" Price😍= Price (SOO PROUD👏) Simon "Ghost" Riley = Soap (wrong one mate) John "Soap" MacTavish = Basille Kyle "Gaz" Garrick = Riley (also wrong one) Farah Karim = Barbara (better than weely.) Hadir Karim = Virgin (HELP) Alex Keller = Prince Andrew (I do not except this Alex Slander, chat.) Valeria Garza = Lucinda (giving) Andrei Nolan = Baldie (i mean, real) Phillip Graves = Jon (no H, real) Herschel Shepherd = Professor X (love it) Hassan Zyani = Ryan Reynolds (don't see it) König = Wilbur Horangi = Invisible (it's the outfit chat) Logan Walker =Ninja (suurree) David "Hesh" Walker = Artificial (ermmm) Elias Walker = Whitie (true) Keegan P Russ = Wolfcut (defo) Thomas A Merrick = finger me (SOOO REAALLL) Kick = Jack (close enough) Riley Walker = BARK BARK WOOF WOOF (oui) They missed out Nikolai, Makarov and Milena (idk why) Friend 2 = 1/23

[lifeinasmalltowninjapan]

When Worlds Collide (1951)

🎬 Rudolph Maté

[couldpolyamorysavethem]

RICHARD "DICK" GRAYSON, RUDOLPH "WALLY" WEST, and ARTEMIS CROCK from DC COMICS

Justification:

"I don't have much a well-worded case because I suck at propaganda but honestly these three in particular had such strong and interesting dynamics with one another that I think should've had the potential to be the best bisexual power polyam relationship in DC media. Just three best friends and team mates being in happy and love with each other, you know?

Also not propaganda but I love the fact that the ship name is Museum Heist because their name-combo ship name is RobWallArt lmao" - Anonymous

[jandthecrow]

Merry Christmas

Christmas Day with Tf-141

SUMMARY: Your a recently new member spending your first Christmas with the team.

CW: SFW, wholesome, Christmas Day, includes brief mention of alcohol, non-gendered reader

Their newest member, who was a corporal, had been with the team for only a month. You was still learning to navigate the eccentric personalities of your teammates, especially when it came to their “festive rituals.”

“Alright, buddy,” Soap MacTavish announced, clapping you on the back. “First tradition of Christmas: the Tactical Gift Exchange.”

“What’s that?” You asked, glancing around the room at the others with a confused look.

Soap grinned. “Think Secret Santa, but tactical.”

“Last year, Gaz gave me a stun grenade disguised as a snow globe,” Price muttered from the couch, his cigar smoldering in an ashtray.

Gaz smirked. “And you gave me a pair of socks with ‘left’ and ‘right’ stitched into them. Very practical.”

You were eventually handed a camo-wrapped box. You opened it cautiously to find a…. grenade-shaped coffee mug? “Nice,” you said, holding it up.

Soap beamed. “That’s from me! You’re always half-asleep on patrol, mate. Now you can caffeinate in style.”

The night progressed with the next tradition: Ugly Balaclava Contest. Each team member had been tasked with customizing their own balaclava to be as ridiculous as possible.

Price entered the room wearing a balaclava adorned with blinking Christmas lights. Gaz’s had a reindeer nose attached to the front, complete with floppy antlers. Soap’s was covered in garish tinsel and glitter, while Ghost - who was ever the minimalist a simply painted a single red stripe across his usual skull design, claiming it was “Rudolph-themed.”

But it was you who stole the show with your improvised snowman design: black fabric poorly painted white, a carrot nose, and coal shaped buttons stitched on the front.

“Alright, you win,” Soap admitted, laughing so hard he had to wipe tears from his eyes. “But don’t think this means you’re off the hook for the next round.”

“The next round?” You asked, suspiciously.

Price stood, stretching. “Christmas Feast Prep. And let me warn you—Soap takes his haggis turkey very seriously.”

You soon found yourself in the kitchen, peeling potatoes while Soap wrestled with a bird that had been stuffed with… questionable ingredients to say the least. “Haggis gives it flavor,” Soap explained, gesturing with a ladle.

“Flavor or a heart attack?” Gaz quipped from the counter, where he was assembling what he claimed was a ‘tactically superior trifle’ that was (poorly) decorated with fruit.

Meanwhile, Ghost lurked in the corner, quietly icing cookies shaped like grenades. He caught you staring and simply said, “They’re festive.”

After dinner came the final tradition: the Tactical Snowball Fight. You all split into two teams and took to the snowy field outside, using anything and everything as cover.

Soap launched a perfectly aimed snowball at Price, only to receive a barrage in return. You quickly (but not quick enough) learned that Ghost was unnervingly good at ambush tactics, materializing out of nowhere to pelt his opponents.

When the fight ended in a snowy stalemate, they trudged back inside, soaked and laughing. Price poured them each a glass of whiskey (beer for you, since Soap claimed you “hadn’t earned the good stuff yet”), and you all sat around the fire.

“You did alright tonight, mate,” Price said, raising his glass. “Welcome to the family.”

“Yeah,” Soap added. “You’re officially one of us now. Which means next year, you’re making the haggis turkey.”

You groaned, but you couldn’t stop smiling. It wasn’t the Christmas you had expected—but it was one you’d never forget.

[holycompendium]

Ascendants OC Masterlist ⛊ Pt. 1

⚔︎ quick context : ascendants is my upcoming descendants fic series centered around merlin academy. you can catch the first chapter of the first installment right here!

ADAM ST. ROSE

Fate : Become cursed to live as a beast & marry Belle. Face Claim : Maxwell Jenkins

ANA CRESTA

Legacy : Daughter of a Neverlandian mermaid. Face Claim : Daniela Avanzini

ARTHUR "ART" PENDRAGON II

Legacy : Son of King Arthur of Camelot. Face Claim : Joshua Bassett

ASTERIA CHARIS

Legacy : Adopted daughter of Erato, muse of lyrical poetry. Face Claim : Bailey Bass

AZRIEL INDIRA

Legacy : Son of the Blue Fairy. Face Claim : Omar Rudberg

BELLE BAPTISTE

Fate : Marry the beast king Adam & establish the United States of Auradon. Face Claim : Zoe Colletti

CASPIAN DELMAR

Legacy : Son of Arista, nephew to Ariel & Eric. Face Claim : Reece King

LYNN ORELLA

Fate : Become the all-powerful enchantress who curses Prince Adam. Face Claim : Choi Yunjin

CLAUDE FROLLO

Fate : Become the villainous archdeacon of Notre-Dame. Face Claim : Case Walker

CRUELLA DE VIL

Fate : Descend into madness and become a tyrannical heiress. Face Claim : Riele Downs

ELI LA BOUFF

Fate : Inherit his family's business and become a wealthy sugar baron. Face Claim : Maxwell Acee Donovan

EUGENE "FITZ" FITZHERBERT

Fate : Abandon his royal heritage and become the thief Flynn Rider. Face Claim : Aryan Simhadri

FINCH

Legacy : Illegitimate son of Robin Hood. Face Claim : Brandon Severs

GASTON LEGUME

Fate : Become an arrogant and selfish game hunter. Face Claim : Belmont Cameli

GRIMHILDE

Fate : Become the Evil Queen & stepmother to Snow White. Face Claim : Ariana Greenblatt

JAFAR

Fate : Become the scheming royal vizier of Agrabah. Face Claim : Jahed

KIRSTI LINDT

Legacy : Daughter of Anna & Kristoff, niece to Elsa. Face Claim : Shay Rudolph

LEAH ROSE

Fate : Marry King Stefan and give birth to Aurora. Face Claim : Dior GoodJohn

LOUIS FACILIER

Fate : Sell his own soul in exchange for the power of a Hodou bokor. Face Claim : Niles Fitch

MIMINA "MIMI" MIM

Legacy : Granddaughter of Mad Madam Mim. Face Claim : Avantika Vandanapu

MAI TREMAINE

Fate : Become the head of the house of Tremaine & become Cinderella's stepmother. Face Claim : Kang Haerin

MULAN FA

Fate : Defeat the Hun army and save the Imperial Kingdom. Face Claim : Zhou Xinyu

ODILE "ODIE" ARNAUD-CHRISTOPHE

Fate : Become an eccentric & benevolent Houdou priestess. Face Claim : Whitney Peak

SAM "SMEE" SMIEGEL

Fate : Serve as Captain Smith's boatswain and first loyal mate. Face Claim : Owen Joyner

STEFAN MOREAU

Fate : Marry Queen Leah & father Aurora. Face Claim : Kahlil Beth

URSULA

Fate : Become a fearsome sea witch. Face Claim : Chandler Kinney

ZEVON

Legacy : Son of Yzma. Face Claim : Charlie Bushnell

[pacifymebby]

Sam Fender / Christmas Morning

🐇 first things first I reckon Sam's taste in Christmas decorations is like classic kitchy British Christmas, you know we're talking tinsel, multi coloured lights, those stupid Santa teddies where if you squeeze their hand they start playing a Christmas song? Santa with an electric guitar or a saxophone and when you squeeze him it plays Santa Clause Is Coming to Town the way Springsteen does or something... Stuff that's fundamentally fucking awful but definitely okay and good at Christmas!

🐇 He'd spend a lot of December busy with work but he'd be looking forward to the relief of coming home and spending some down time with his family and friends, and of course you... You'd be all he was thinking about on his way up the motorway to Shields.. well you and the brew he's dying for anyway

🐇Gettin a take away on the night he comes home, eating it on the sofa watching home alone together, you know like this song vibes, low-key back to normality vibes.

🐇Drinking mulled wine whilst you finish last minute Christmas prep and he writes a couple of Christmas cards for people. Him low-key marvelling at how you've managed to organise everything and get the best gifts for people.

🐇 Christmas Eve down the pub with all your mates, you're definitely both working your way towards a Christmas day hangover! You know you should slow down but neither of you want to because it's the first time you've been out together in months and you're making the most of it...

🐇walking home drunk together nosying at peoples Christmas lights and rating each one out of ten. Laughing at some of the horrific blow up Santa's and snowmen in people's gardens, or the broken ho ho ho lights which now look like they're simply calling passers by an explicit name...

🐇your walk home takes ten times longer than it should because you're drunk and cosy feeling and you keep stopping for a snog and an "missed you so fuckin much"

🐇him being a fucking idiot and insisting that you leave a carrot out for Rudolph, realising that there are no carrots in the house so leaving Rudolph a thimble of whiskey instead...

🐇drunkenly scooping you up and carrying you up to bed, dropping you down kind of clumsily on the mattress, crawling above you with a proper cheeky grin on his face before letting him fall onto you and squishing you so that your squealing and giggling threatens to wake the neighbours.

🐇 he's knackered but he's still like an excitable wee boy on Christmas, keeps waking you up just as you're drifting off, teasing you with stupid questions, asking you if you think you've been a good girl this year or whether you think you're on the naughty list. When you ask him what he thinks he pauses for a minute, gives you that mischievous smirk again and tells you he reckons you're both on the naughty list...

🐇waking up the next morning with slight hangovers, you're definitely feeling a little bit rough and the last thing you want to do is move... Luckily for you you don't have to, Sam's got his arms tight around you and he isn't letting go for the world...

🐇spending the first hour of Christmas morning tucked up cuddling in your bed, he perhaps gets out of bed to make you both a brew and bring your stockings up to bed... Opening presents in bed, in your jammies, behaving like kids seeing who can throw their wrapping paper furthest.

🐇I feel like Sam thinks he's shite at buying Christmas presents and always really stresses about what he's going to buy you... Always worries it won't be good enough or that you won't really like it...

🐇in the run up to Christmas he probably frets about it and phones his mam asking for help, probably gets a halfhearted affectionate earful about how he should know what to buy his own girlfriend.

🐇but the gifts he's bought you are all perfect, cosy pjs, lush bath bombs and other little luxuries, your favourite chocolates, a bottle of wine, some vinyls and a book.

🐇and if he's feeling particularly like spoiling you a necklace from Swarovski for you to wear and never take off.

🐇you're accidentally late to his mum's house for Christmas lunch and you definitely get absolutely roasted by his family for being dirty stopouts who turn up to Christmas lunch hungover...

🐇Sam reverts to bring so teenage and laidback around his family, messing around with his younger cousins, him and his brother winding one another up... And when you see him holding the newest addition to the family, falling asleep on the sofa with a wee baby in his arms after dinner, you can't help how broody it makes you feel...

🐇spending boxing day in your jammies, barely shifting from the sofa living off left over deserts and Quality Street for days.

🐇so many opportunities for cosy kisses and snuggles under a blanket on the settee.

[cinderellaenjoyer]

AU I have involving the BBQ Monologues Cast!

When rehearsing at the Starlight Theatre, one of the stage's floorboards accidentally break, causing Rudolph to fall and die. He comes back as a ghost, but unlike Max he doesn't want vengeance on his fellow cast mates, so now the Drama Club has a ghost hanging around them.