#TDOE

[frozenprocedural]

TDOE Day 1- Eloise at Christmastime

Set in @couragedontdesertme‘s Falling Slowly verse! Sorry, can’t link it here right now.

Alarik, Jenny and Neta belong to @patricia-von-arundel.

LET THE GOOD TIMES BEGIN!!!

Eloise Jenny and Neta at Christmastime

Rating: K

"Pssst. Neta! Neta, wake up!"

Neta grumbled and rolled away from the sound of her cousin's voice, pulling the covers over her head. 

"Netaaaaa, wake up!" 

"Go back to sleep Jenny, it's too early!"

"Neta, it's JUL!"

Neta shot upright, all traces of tiredness gone. Jul! The biggest celebration in Arendelle- how could she have forgotten? When she looked over, Jenny was grinning and bouncing. 

"Come on, come on, come on!"

Jenny took Neta's hand and tugged. Neta let herself be pulled out of bed, pausing to put on a pair of slippers. Jenny's feet remained bare- she never noticed the cold. They were passing Aunt Elsa's and Uncle Alarik's room when Neta heard her mother's voice coming from the same room. Neta stopped- that was strange. 

"Elsa, it will be alright. Really-"

"It's our tradition, Anna!" Aunt Elsa sounded like she was close to tears. Neta and Jenny shared a concerned glance- what could make Aunt Elsa so upset?

"Elsa, they will show up, I promise. Let's focus on today, and we'll keep an eye out for them, alright?"

Aunt Elsa sniffled. "Alright." 

Footsteps approached the door, prompting Jenny and Neta to race back to the room and close the door. 

"What's a 'tradition'?" Jenny asked. 

Neta shrugged. "I don't know. But Aunt Elsa seemed sad about losing it."

"I know." Jenny looked thoughtful for a moment, and then her face brightened. "Let's ask Bestemor and Bestefar! They'll know!"

"What will we know?"

Both Neta and Jenny jumped- they hadn't heard Bestemor enter the room. 

"What's a 'tradition', Bestemor?" Jenny asked.

Bestemor's lined face crinkled into a smile. "A tradition? Well… it's something people do at special times, something that's been passed down from person to person. Or it's something special to a place." When she noticed their scrunched-up faces, bestemor gestured outside. "Such as ringing the Jul bell. That's a tradition for Arendelle. Or when we read as a family after the ball. That's our family's tradition. Why do you-"

"Your Majesty? Pardon my interruption, but His Majesty would like to go over final details for tonight's ball." Kai stood in the doorway, giving the family a deep bow. 

"Of course." Bestemor rose to her feet, placing a hand on Jenny's and Neta's shoulders. "Now, get dressed you two. I'll see you at breakfast." She leaned over to kiss each of them on the forehead before leaving. 

"I don't know how Mama lost a tradition." Jenny's brow was furrowed. "No one's ever lost the Jul bell before. It's too big."

"But Bestefar lost the book last year." Neta pointed out, as she pulled out her dress. "Bestemor had to find it for him. Maybe that's what happened to Aunt Elsa's tradition."

Jenny's eyes lit up. "Then we can look for it! After breakfast- everyone will be busy then! Let's surprise them!"

………..

It wasn't until after breakfast, when they were able to sneak off, that Neta pointed out a big problem with Jenny's plan.

"What are we looking for?"

The question made Jenny pause- she clearly hadn't thought that far ahead. 

"I don't know. Maybe some books? We could look in her study."

Nets looked uncertain, but followed Jenny when she started walking. They were halfway to the study, when Jenny stopped abruptly, causing Neta to stumble. 

"Jenny! What…"

Her cousin was staring at a ladder left out by one of the servants. She turned back to Neta with a grin. 

"The attic!"

"Wait, what?"

Jenny was already headed towards the stairs, only pausing long enough to grab Neta's hand and drag her along. 

"The attic! There's a bunch of stuff up there! And Kai left a ladder up in the spare room! Let's go!"

Any arguments Neta might have voiced were left behind as Jenny continued her enthusiastic rush to the residential wing. Her cousin fast when she wanted to be, and it was all Neta could do to keep up. Only when they came to the spare room was Neta able to catch her breath.

"Jenny, I don't think this is a good idea…" Neta cautiously eyed the very tall ladder leading up to the trap door in the ceiling. 

"It's fine!" Jenny rushed forward and started scrabbling up the ladder. 

"Jenny!" 

Neta clambered up after her, wishing she was anywhere but on the rickety old ladder. Above her, Jenny pushed the trapdoor open and climbed up. Neta followed her, her eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness. As she pulled herself up, her foot caught on the ladder, and she tipped forward. 

Neta yelped, and kicked out on reflex. In a matter of seconds, everything went wrong. The ladder fell back, and the trapdoor swung shut. With another yelp, she pitched into Jenny, sending them both sprawling into the darkness. Several things began to fall, and Neta cried out when something hit her head. 

Silence fell over both of them, save for their ragged breathing. 

After a moment, Neta heard Jenny whisper, "Are you okay?"

"My head hurts."

"I'm really sorry." Jenny sounded as if she were about to cry. "It's all my fault."

Neta fumbled in the darkness until she found Jenny's arm, then her hand. She squeezed, trying not to cry herself. "It's okay."

Jenny sniffed, but squeezed back. "Can you find the door?"

Neta shook her head, then remembered that Jenny couldn't see her. "No. I fell. I don't know where…"

"Neta? Jenny? Where are you?"

"Mama!" Neta cried out. "Mama, we're up here! Help us!"

Neta heard her mother say "The attic!" After a moment, there was a clatter, footsteps, and to Neta's great relief, light flooded the dark room as Mama pushed the trapdoor open. 

"Mama!" Neta all but collapsed into her mother's arms, clutching tight. The tears she'd been fighting to hold back now fell, rapid and insistent. Mama made a startled noise, and rubbed Neta's back. 

"It's alright, it's okay. I've got you. Come here, Jenny." Neta felt Mama reach out, and moments later, Jenny cuddled in beside her. She too was crying.

"What happened!? Are you hurt?"

A cool hand ran over Neta's head, and she looked up to see Aunt Elsa's face, tight with worry. Before she could say anything, Jenny spoke up. 

"It's my fault."

The story came spilling out, Jenny keeping her eyes firmly on the floor. Only when she came to the end did she look up, tears running down her cheeks. 

"I didn't mean for Neta to get hurt! I just wanted to find the tradition! I'm sorry!"

"I'm fine. I just got a bump on my head." Neta rubbed the sore spot, and sighed in relief when Aunt Elsa pressed a cool hand to it. 

"Tradition?" Mama asked. 

Jenny hiccuped. "The- the one you and Mama were talking about this morning. The one you lost."

Aunt Elsa sighed, and she pulled Jenny closer. "Oh, little one. I appreciate you trying to help, but going up here alone is dangerous. I was looking for the dolls. They aren't stored up here."

Mama sighed too. "Actually…" 

She got up and opened a trunk, pulling out something wrapped in paper. "I was hoping to do this tonight, but I suppose now is as good a time as ever."

Mama peeled the paper away, and they all gasped.

……

"'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house…"

Elsa rested her head on Alarik's shoulder, and his hand, wrapped around her, pulled her closer. Dag was fast asleep in his other arm, and Elsa used the corner of his blanket to wipe a dribble of milk from his lips. 

As Agnar continued to read the poem, Elsa's eyes fell upon the dolls. They were, as was tradition, sitting atop the mantle above the family's stockings. Slugged replicas of her and Anna, from their own childhood, but now updated with the clothing and hairstyles each of them preferred as adults.

And it was no longer just the two of them. 

At Anna's side was Kristoff in his ice-harvesting outfit, his shaggy yellow yarn hair falling over brown button eyes. And at her doll's side, Alarik, wearing a dark green vest and cream shirt, his red yarn hair a mess of curls pushed back to reveal bright green button eyes. Elsa's doll now held a small bundle with Dag's dark curly hair and tiny blue eyes just visible. 

But there were two dolls missing from the group. 

Elsa gazed down, smiling when she saw Jenny and Neta yawn in near unison. Between the attic incident, the ringing of the Jul bell, and the subsequent party, they had to be exhausted. And in each of their hands, they held the doll of the other. 

As Agnar finished the poem, Jenny yawned again, slumping against Neta. Within seconds, the two of them were asleep. 

"Time for bed." Anna whispered.

She pulled free of Kristoff's embrace and scooped Neta into her arms. Elsa did the same with Jenny, making sure the Neta doll was still tucked in her daughter's arms. Jenny made a small, sleepy noise, and cuddled closer to Elsa's chest. 

"So, do you like the newest additions?" Anna nodded to the dolls. 

Elsa smiled. "It's a perfect new tradition."

[eeerilyrealistic]

an unwitting departure from a state of pristine simplicity;

on a voyage of technological discovery to guarantee our complexity and enslavement

[fur-bee]

Bruno Bucciarati had unprecedented levels of girlish whimsy and was killed for it

[muckmagister]

im mister night poster

im mister awake

im mister screen licker

im mister late

what if we were both awake at night 🫣 and we licked our screens at the same time together 🫣🫣😳

[realboutfatalfury]

finally got back to playing zero escape

[io1111]

i love mKakijg up my own fandom and media like lol

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Hi, what tdoes the tag character selection scream mean?

Click it and read a few, I think you'll quickly realize what the common denominator is

[thebloodmoonsvault]

CIDTWK

Something is terribly wrong. 

Gcign lwn’m zr faw dkin rvx gogzlhek aki aeahvntalzel.

Something is terribly wrong. 

Wlam’z wle fvwxo hm eiign d vetwhv. Im’z dgtnhopy vhuzew vq xhx musnm krsr hm Uiailu Wcavrp. Walq con nr mn, ba’v e dkhe fubsgmnz musm t khgawl zleg lyirrvqi sfvnid tug law zlplr odmr tug fees estmvp xrhbvirl.

Something is terribly wrong. 

Gmd rvx onhd? Amsntd aokl eile irxtht wvonzhvs. B odze t wlgtnyh. Mt’l auye.

Wldxh’l pqivbadflx. 

Something is terribly wrong.

L’q iglymttioi.

Rxnuitmhepe yhvlihu flobjhw? Aezr zekf lreopwebel.

Kspx fry whu’w hix ihjokl bsu vhq kem voh! 

Something is terribly wrong.

Vie, gvz, xhta’v xhx vwlek akmnz. P fen llqwe lvxps. Vvpis ppwl tal msb, llh? Enw fry ctu wile dkin t zryl bz wailahh.

Tppvxew zryll...hop I vhq wex...

...Akiy lorylw ih xwbzwid. Ubw xhxf’ui...talb’ve gvw? 

Something is terribly wrong. 

Pc erlv erx ahplbuj qe huh xhbuj. Qy aldvt bz wilepqk mx hqstalu.

M dhu’w ynwluwttug...

Something is terribly wrong. 

Lx’s zvlrg tyrynw hqh akvxrd tug erhbqh ig jlvcelv. Woflrre dlhts ysltpbuj svxy wle avxvgehvw, bna wlam’z vxuipg. Mt’l hq lonyjpalz. Bsu’kl dpwtfv wuiwrwew ar fe tioi th axvn ba rzek. Aki hhbukltzv es t thxaiorv fhy pi il zwypbk...

...Vsmxvqi’s zsxid moh lonyjpalz ws tal ipohy, kevxu’w xhxf?

Something is terribly wrong. 

L hog’a xrdxyvxagk.

L wex slje bu qiew vi vetwlrg. 

Something is terribly wrong. 

L wex slje bu qiew vi piopqk.

Something is terribly wrong. 

Zly wvhw NHAKMNZ tdoe LLQWE?!

Something is terribly wrong. 

bG9zZQ==

[ask-shrimpo-dandys-world]

your mind has not reached true enlightenment .

everything will be okay , shrimpo .

it won ' t hurt at all , not one bit .

OH SO YOU'RE JUST GONNA KRILL ME???????????????????????? WJAT TDOES THIS EBVEN MEAN!?!!?!?!???!?!??!?!!!?!!?!!??!!!????????/!?!!!?!??!!!?????????!?!!!?!?!!????????!!!!!!???????!

[frozenprocedural]

TDOE Day 6- Four Christmases

Here’s Day 6! Thanks to @bepoets for giving me the Christmas pumpkin idea. And as always, Alarik and Neta belong to @patricia-von-arundel.

Four Christmases

Rating: K

"Erhm, Anna, what… what is this?."

Alarik gingerly held out the misshapen object, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. At closer inspection, he realized it was supposed to be some sort of stuffed pumpkin, albeit one of the most ugly ones he’d ever seen. Lumps and bumps covered the neon-orange skin. It had a face, with giant lips and two- no, three- beady black eyes. But the strangest feature was a tiny sprig of holly, made of felt, that was hot-glued onto the base of its stem.

“Oh! You found Wilfred!” Anna reached out and gently took the pumpkin, straightening the holly. 

“Wilfred!?”

“Yep! Wilfred Jenkins, the Christmas pumpkin! Isn’t he just adorable?”

" 'Adorable' is not a word anyone would use." Kristoff grumbled. He grunted when Anna elbowed him. 

"He's also a Christmas tradition. So there."

"You only got it four years ago!" Kristoff argued. 

"That's four Christmases! And he's a tradition for Neta at least! I found him at a craft fair shortly before Neta was born."

At the sound of her name, Neta looked up from the garland she was playing with. When she saw Wilfred, her face lit up.

"Wilfred Jenkins!"

Neta rushed over, picking up the pumpkin and cuddling it close. Alarik felt his mouth fall open. Beside him, Elsa chuckled. 

"That's slightly terrifying." Alarik said.

Anna stuck her tongue out at him.

……..

Alarik woke to an empty bed, not that it was too surprising for him. Elsa was always an early riser, even on the weekends. He went through his morning routine, shuffling downstairs to the kitchen, still not entirely awake. When he reached for the coffee maker, he found the pot filled with something other than coffee.

"GAH!" 

Alarik leapt back, staring at the face of Wilfred, who was stuffed into the coffee pot. 

"ANNA!"

"Wasn't me!"

He spun around, glaring at Anna's grinning face. "Oh!? Then are you suggesting it grew legs and walked!?"

Anna chuckled, pulling Wilfred out of the pot. "You never know…" she said in a sing-song voice. "And he, not it, thank-you-very-much."

"Just keep him away from me." Alarik grumbled as he rinsed the pot out. 

Three times, just to make sure. 

…….

It became some sort of macabre game- Alarik determined to catch Anna in the act, and her just as determined to place Wilferd where he least expected it, but would inevitably find it. 

The bathroom. The box of wrapping supplies. One day he even woke to the beady eyes staring back at him. 

Only Neta, holding Wilfred close and pouting, had kept him from tossing it into the fire. 

Each time, Anna teased that it wasn't her. 

By Christmas morning, Alarik was a frazzled mess. So far, he hadn't found Wilfred, and some small part of him hoped that even Anna would not try to scare him on such a day.

A much larger part knew she would.

But when he came into the room, Wilfred was hung on the tree, right in view. Alarik let out a sigh of relief, happy to see that the game was over. He settled next to Elsa, who gave him a peck on the cheek and cuddled into his side. 

By the time they were nearly through gift-giving, Alarik had forgotten about Wilfred. He was interested in the present for him that Elsa had immediately pushed to one side, insisting he open it last. Finally, it came time, and she deposited it in his lap, a smile forming across her face. 

"I think you'll like this one."

Alarik raised an eyebrow, but set to tearing away the paper, unwrapping a nondescript white box. He opened the lid to find…

"GGGGGAAAAAHHHH!"

Alarik leapt off the couch, flinging the box away. Out rolled an identical copy of Wilfred, down to the glued-on holly leaf. The room erupted in laughter, Anna's the loudest of all.

"I told you it wasn't me!" 

"Elsa!?" Alarik yelped, taking in her red face. "You hid him!?"

Elsa nodded, wiping away a tear. Anna punched the air.

"You called Wilfred 'him'! Ha! I knew he'd grow on you!"

"Yeah, like a fungus." Alarik leaned down and picked up the pumpkin, eying it. 

"I'm sorry Alarik, but your reactions were so funny. I couldn't help it." Elsa was still chuckling. 

Alarik sighed, carefully placing the ornament on the table. 

"You have come up with a name!" Anna said. When he hesitated, Anna began chanting "Name! Name! Name!", with Neata joining in. 

"Fine!" Alarik put his hands up. "Just give me a second!" He stared at the pumpkin, until a name came to mind.

"Meet Eustace Gopnik."

[jewishdainix]

This short im watching is just saying that women with eyelashes are more attractive than without and showing this exemple that is probably ai or something idl meanwhile im here looking at them like. The version with the eyelashes makes me go "yup this is a woman" and the version with the small ones stares into my soul and makes me weak in the knees and tdoes all sorts of things to my body. So

[pseudodog]

A SPIDER JUST CRAWLED ACROSS MY LEG WHILE I WAS WATCHING DUNE? WHY TDOES THE UNIVERSE NOOTYTTT WANT ME WATCHING THIS

[istjury]

🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWHAT TDOES THAT MEAMN!!!!!!!!!!! I ODNT UNDERSTANDDS YOU AND YOUR CLOSVERS!!!!!!!!!!!YOU GREEN!!!!!!!!GREEN GREEN BOYLEABVE ME ALOEN!!!!!!!!!!!!YOU CLOVRR YOU FICMKING CLOVER ASS GUY YOU!!!!!!!!OWEN

[eulchu]

So what makes an "official" Disney princess is if they 1. Are born into royalty 2. Marry into royalty or 3. Commit an act of heroism (a rule basically made to add Mulan to the lineup). And also, unofficially, if they make Disney enough money. The official Disney princesses lineup were made to sell them all together as a brand to get Disney more money, the rare exception are that Anna and Elsa are not Disney princesses and instead their own brand with Frozen because it was so successful :] -🌻

tdoes this mean anastasia isn't a disney princess because she doesn't have enough clout that's so fucked up😭

[gg-selvish]

I need to study you under a microscope you're like Karl Jacobs in GNF font to me

wha tdoes htis mean

[koo-mins]

The Descendant of Extermination (TDOE) 🎋🪷

Spirits. Powers. Morality. The playful Jeon Jeongguk just wants justice, and the disciplined Park Jimin just wants order. Though they’re childhood frenemies, the pair end up seeing eye-to-eye on something larger than their rocky relationship. Jeongguk and Jimin find themselves on an un-walked path that brings them closer than they ever thought they could become, all while unraveling a new reality that shatters their worldview into pieces. Read HERE.