#TDOE

[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."

[eeerilyrealistic]

an unwitting departure from a state of pristine simplicity;

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

[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

[ra1nb0w-m4ggot]

what tdoes this meanf

[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!?!!?!?!???!?!??!?!!!?!!?!!??!!!????????/!?!!!?!??!!!?????????!?!!!?!?!!????????!!!!!!???????!

[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

[frozenprocedural]

Grapefruit

Spiced Rum

Theatre

Whoo! Here's my post for TDOE Day 5- A Christmas Carol.

Alarik belongs to @patricia-von-arundel.

A Christmas Carol

Rating: T (for mentions of alcohol)

"Well done Elsa!"

"Fantastic show!"

Elsa smiled and nodded, thanking each of the cast members as they congratulated her. She'd just finished her first show as the standby for the lead, and it seemed to have gone well. 

As Elsa thanked the well-wishers, she kept noticing one person in particular was missing. She kept watching, hoping to see his gangly frame, but he never appeared. 

At last, once she'd extracted herself from the crowd, Elsa made her way backstage until she tracked down one of the techs.

"Geatland? He left just after intermission. Looked like he got a call. I think he went towards the prop shop."

Thanking the tech, Elsa headed to the prop shop, to find the door cracked open. She paused at a strange sound- was that crying?

"Alarik?"

She pushed the door open, to find Alarik sitting on the floor, accompanied by a squashed grapefruit and a bottle of spiced rum that was already half-empty. When he looked up, Elsa could see tears streaming down his face. 

"Alarik? Did something happen? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me." His words were somewhat slurred.

Elsa closed the door behind her, praying that no one else would need to enter the shop. She settled beside Alarik, giving him some space, but remaining close. 

"You're not fine, and I am going to worry about you. What happened?"

Alarik looked away, and Elsa wondered if she'd gone too far. But then, in a voice so soft she almost didn't hear him-

"My brother called."

"Oh, Alarik." She knew the two had a strained relationship ever since Alarik left his family's estate to travel. 

Alarik's voice took on a sharp tone. "He wanted to let me know he was removing me from the will. And that he won't let me back on the estate. God knows how he managed that, but he's always been good at finding loopholes and shady lawyers."

Alarik took a swig from the bottle, and Elsa could see he was swaying a bit. "Not that I want anything with the money, but that was my home for eighteen years. I wanted to go back at some point. Happy Freaking Holidays to me, I guess." 

He looked back at her, and realization dawned on his face. "The show! Your show! And I just left!"

He buried his head in his hands, sobbing. Elsa shushed him, putting an arm around his shoulders and trying to ignore the reek of alcohol. 

"Alarik, no. You were dealing with this. Look, let's just get you to your hotel room, alright? Can you walk?"

Alarik hiccuped, and let her help him to his feet. He was still swaying a bit, but was steady enough for her to clean up the grapefruit and rum. He did make a face when she dumped the bottle in the nearest trash can.

"You've had enough."

Alarik grumbled something unintelligible that she ignored, and she helped him walk out into the night. Thankfully their hotel wasn't too far, and within a half hour, she had gotten him into his bed. 

Elsa pulled the covers up over him, chuckling when she heard his soft snore.

"Sleep well, Alarik."

……………

Alarik woke to a pounding headache and dry mouth. He groaned, cursing himself for whatever had driven him to a hangover. It took him a moment to remember the events of the previous night. He shot up, yelping when the movement caused his head to throb. 

Once the pain subsided to something at least manageable, Alarik looked around and noticed there was a glass on the nightstand. He hadn't remembered putting it there the night before. Next to it were pain relief pills and a note. He picked up the note, which was written in Elsa's neat handwriting.

Alarik,

Stay hydrated! I hope your hangover isn't too bad.

Please don't worry about last night. I understand. But please text or call me when you can. I'd like to know that you're okay. 

-Elsa

Alarik swallowed the pills and picked up his phone, which he saw had been plugged in. He started to open his messages, but changed his mind and pressed the phone button instead. 

He hesitated a moment, then called.

Elsa picked up on the second ring. "Hi, how are you feeling?" Her voice was soft, and he could hear the note of worry in it. 

"I've been better. Thanks for taking care of me last night. You really shouldn't have."

There was a pause, and in an even softer voice, Elsa said, "I've been there before. When our parents died, I… I couldn't leave you by yourself."

It was Alarik's turn to hesitate. "I… thank you. That means a lot to me."

“I am curious, though. Where did the rum come from? And the smashed grapefruit?”

Alarik barked a laugh, then winced when his head protested again. “Well, the grapefruit was a snack. I... may have smashed it when I got the call from my brother. As for the rum... that was actually going to be a gift... for you. I remember you told me you liked drinking that over the holidays, so I bought it before the show. And then I drank it like a fool. I’m so sorry.”

“I know what you were going through, Alarik. It wasn’t the best way to handle it, but I understand.” Another pause, and Alarik could hear Elsa take a deep breath. “We don’t have a show tonight. There’s a little cafe a few blocks from here that I’ve been to before. They Will you join me for dinner there?”

Alarik felt a warm heat suffuse his entire being. “I would love to. Do you want to meet up at five?”

“Five o’ clock,” Elsa said. “I’ll see you then, Alarik. I’m looking forward to it.”

“So am I.”

Alarik hung up, feeling happier than he had been in a long time.

[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.