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Merry Xmas!
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Part 2
#asshole Lucifer is underrated imo#I was watching Xmas specials and thought it would be fun to do one for this AU!#merry Christmas radioapple nation! ilyyy#part 2 coming today or tomorrow#i only have one mission today#and it’s to get a Christmas cake on sale#hazbin hotel#my deer nanny#my doods#hazbin hotel fanart#alastor#radioapple#lucifer hazbin#human alastor#human lucifer morningstar#human Charlie Morningstar#charlie morningstar
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CHRISTMAS STARTERS!
Feel free to revise as necessary to fit your muse's speech, change pronouns, etc.
Sentences
"Did you get a tree yet?"
"Can you help me decorate the tree?"
"How are we out of garland? We always reuse it!"
"Oh, shoot! I broke an ornament!"
"Should we use the red and green lights, or the yellow lights?"
"I got a new reindeer for the yard. It lights up and moves its head."
"I got a nativity for the yard."
"Don't interrupt me! Decorating for Christmas is a delicate process!"
"Can you hold the ladder for me? I have to hang these lights up."
"Can you help me decorate the house?"
"I bought all this when it went on sale on the 26th last year. Best time to get Christmas decorations, you know?"
"Look! Reindeer candles!"
"Look! A Santa candle!"
"I'm baking cookies. Come taste the dough."
"I can't get enough of these gingerbread cookies!"
"I got new cookie cutters. Santa, trees, reindeer, snowflakes ... "
"You can't go wrong with classic sugar cookies and icing, you know."
"Want to help me decorate the cookies?"
"Should I make a ham or a turkey this year?"
"Have you finished your Christmas shopping yet?"
"I always make my presents by hand. It feels more meaningful to me."
"I have no idea what to get [NAME] for Christmas. What did you get them?"
"I hate when it snows!"
"I love when it snows!"
"What's your favorite Christmas carol?"
"Would you rather host dinner on Christmas Eve or Christmas day?"
"What do you want for Christmas?"
"Tell me what to buy you for Christmas and then forget you told me, okay?"
"I might just give everyone money this year."
"Are you okay with getting a gift card?"
"You don't need to get me anything. Your company is enough."
"Want to go sit on Santa's lap?"
"Did you write a letter to Santa?"
"I always go to mass on Christmas Eve."
"The park has a Christmas village set up! We should go!"
"I'm winning the neighborhood light contest this year! Bet on that!"
"Here. I got you reindeer antlers for the party."
"Here. I got you an elf hat for the party."
"Here. I got you a Santa hat for the party."
"No mistletoe allowed!"
"You know that's holly and not mistletoe, right?"
"I love eggnog. Wish it was around all year and not just the holidays."
"Debate time: fake tree or real tree?"
"Debate time: eggnog or apple cider?"
"Debate time: cocoa with milk or cocoa with water?"
"It's so cold out!"
"I'm going to get a fire going."
"I need to buy a few more stocking stuffers."
"If you don't stop sing-screaming Christmas carols, I'm shoving a candy cane down your throat."
"I hate Christmas music."
"I love Christmas music!"
"I'm so tired of going to Christmas parties. I just want to stay in and sleep this weekend."
"I can't wait for all the parties this year!"
"I hate peppermint, to be honest."
"I wish pumpkin spice was still around."
"Bring on the peppermint!"
"I always bake like a fiend in December."
"I made you some hot chocolate."
"I dare you to try the fruit cake."
"I bought candy canes!"
"Let's buy those gag candy canes. You know, the ones that taste like hot dogs and sardines?"
"If you don't like The Muppets Christmas Carol, are you even human?"
"Christmas is my favorite holiday."
"I hope it snows this year. I don't like a warm Christmas."
"Should I wear the red dress or the green dress to the party?"
"Christmas is about spending time with friends and family."
"Please come over on Christmas. No one should be alone, not then!"
"Wait, you mean I have to try to replace every bulb until I find the one light that's actually out?!"
"It's the most wonderful time of the year, just like that song says!"
"I'm always happier this time of year."
"I always feel melancholy this time of year."
"Merry Christmas!"
"Happy holidays!"
"Bah humbug."
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Send "TREE: SELECT" for our muses to look for a Christmas tree.
Send "TREE: DECORATE" for our muses to decorate a Christmas tree.
Send "COOKIES" for our muses to bake cookies.
Send "CHEFS" for our muses to cook a Christmas dinner.
Send "CAROLS" for our muses to go caroling. (Feel free to specify a song!)
Send "HOUSE" for our muses to put up lights and other Christmas or winter decorations.
Send "LIGHTS" for our muses to go look at Christmas lights in the neighborhood.
Send "COCOA" for our muses to drink hot chocolate (on the porch, by the fireplace, etc.).
Send "SNOWMAN" for our muses to build a snowman.
Send "SNOWBALL" for our muses to have a snowball fight.
Send "SHOP" for our muses to go gift shopping.
Send "MUSIC" to listen to Christmas music with my muse. (Feel free to specify a song!)
Send "MISTLETOE" for our muses to meet under the mistletoe for a kiss.
Send "CHURCH" for our muses to go to Christmas mass.
Send "PARTY" for our muses to attend the same Christmas party.
Send "SKATE" for our muses to go ice skating.
Send "SKI" for our muses to go skiing.
Send "VILLAGE" for our muses to go on a walk through a Christmas village (at a park, a garden, etc.).
Send "WRAP" for our muses to work together to wrap presents.
Send "SLED" for our muses to go sledding.
Send "WISH" for my muse to tell yours what they hope happens in the new year.
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Beefro Proudly Presents:
a Chubby!Dave York one shot
Dave York & Kitten: Make Me, Yorkie
Pairing: Dave York x Fem!Reader (Kitten) Summary: Dave get more than he bargains for with a playful Kitten. Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI) Word Count: 2,821 Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, swearing, snack cake eating, belly stuffing, naughty Kitten business, fingering, spanking, brat taming, domestic dom/sub dynamic, p in the v, chubby teasing, light degradation, implied consent, established relationship
Author's Notes: I promised a Dave-&-Kitten-Cookie fic way back in 2023 (okay, it was only a few weeks ago), and while there aren't Christmas cookies, Dave does has his fill. This started out as a Frankie & Mouse one shot, but I felt Dave energy trying to come out. Thank you to @softpascalito & @umnitsa for beta'ing the first draft. Thank you to @neverwheremoonchild for beta'ing the final draft. This is dedicated to our resident Dave York apologist, @theywhowriteandknowthings - beef 💜 knowy
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“Oh Dave… do you know where all the cookies went for the neighbourhood bake sale?”, you cooed, reaching forward from your seat at the kitchen table and poking his belly. “Oof baby… look at how big you’re getting.”
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Dave was in a bad mood. He’d had a terrible day at work, and he’d come home to an empty house with unlabeled – and unsupervised – cookies in the pantry.
You’d spent most of the day baking and prepping for the neighborhood bake sale, waiting patiently for him to get home, only to receive a text halfway through the afternoon, stating that he was having “the shittiest day”. You knew he didn’t send texts like these lightly, and you braced yourself, purposely putting aside a dozen or so cookies in the pantry for him as a treat. But by the time you’d returned from dropping off your baked contributions at the neighbour’s house, you walked in to see Dave with his dress shirt pulled unreasonably tight across his now full belly with his belt undone.
While Dave was trying to behave and resist treating himself regularly in the pantry, you knew he wasn’t winning that battle, given that his middle had filled out enough that it was more than the softer middle you’d grown accustom to that would become a little more when he ate; Dave now had a belly that was apparent whether he’d eaten or not and you’d only just recently sized up his wardrobe over Christmas because of it.
With a sly glint in your eye, you made the decision to have some fun tonight.
You gave him several chances to admit he ate the cookies, but he didn’t budge. So, because you were playing dumb to his refusal to come clean, you dutifully served him a full, hearty dinner. The whole time he shoveled food into his face, you teased him, getting in the odd tummy poke here and bratty remark there.
“Oh Dave… do you know where all the cookies went for the neighbourhood bake sale?”, you cooed, reaching forward from your seat at the kitchen table and poking his belly. “Oof baby… look at how big you’re getting.”
Dave let out a huff in response, trying to ignore you as he sat next to you, scrolling through his phone. Standing up, you leaned over his shoulder from behind him and kissed his neck.
“You’re gonna need some new clothes again soon. Been eating too well lately and it shows”, you grinned against his skin, smoothing your hands over his middle, curling a finger into one of the puckered openings between his shirt buttons. “Look at your poor shirt!”
“Knock it off, Kitten.”, he grunted, shrugging you off him before bringing his closed fist to his mouth to stifle a burp.
His refusal to play with you left you feeling a little hurt, but it mainly left you feeling pent up and needy for his attention. And the thought of him being too full to deal with you acting up made you squeeze your thighs together as you watched him hold his aching belly as he walked out to the den.
Dave sat back heavily on the couch, almost painfully full. And now, on top of his frustration over work, he was uncomfortable and bloated after eating his whole dinner to not look like the guilty party, trying to stifle belly-shifting hiccups. He thought he’d get some peace once he was on the couch, but he then let out an irritated sigh when he heard you making your way to the den.
“Dave?”, you called out in a singsong voice.
“Jesus Christ…”, he muttered under his breath, rubbing his face.
“Dave baby?”
“Not now!”, he snapped, not looking away from the tv.
You walked around in front of him, blocking his view of the tv, and you smiled mischievously at him. He gave you a glare with a tight mouth and shook his head.
“So you’re meaning to be a pain in the ass, aren’t you?”
“You’re being cranky… didn’t even give me a kiss when you got home.”
“I’m not doing this with you, Kitten. I’m-“
“Ma’am.”, you corrected him, challenging him for control.
“No…”, he warned, his eyes boring into you and his mouth pulled tight into a scowl.
“Excuse me?”
Your harsh snap back at him caught him off guard.
“You’re really asking for it. Do not make me get up off this couch.”
“David… you’re not getting off that couch any time soon.”, you purred, moving slowly towards him. Your head nodded towards his bloated middle. “What you got in there?”
He rolled his eyes, not taking the bait. “You fucking know what it is! You made it and served it to me!”
He shifted in his seat and winced, hand going to his belly.
“Awe, Dave got greedy and now he’s got a tummy ache.”, you cooed in a mock-pout. You stood above him and smirked. “Look at you. How much weight do you think you’ve put on in the last month? You really treated yourself over Christmas… Just bought you that shirt and it’s already getting too small, honey.”
His brown eyes looked like molten copper from the rage you incited; you were really hitting his buttons and it only made you bolder.
“Do not do this, Kitten. I am not playing. I had a shitty day, and-“
“Did you enjoy all those cookies? It looks like you did…”, you interrupted in a soft, smug voice, nodding your head to his middle.
“Last warning.”, he growled.
“You’re too fat and full to do anything about it.”
“Knock. It. Off.”, he snarled through his clenched teeth. “Behave! I fucking mean it!”
A grin spread across your face, and you licked your lips.
“Make me, Yorkie.”
“Oh, you fucking brat! You’re gonna get it.”
His harsh tone mixed with huffing and grunting to stand up made your knees feel weak, and you backed away. When Dave stood, his heavy middle made him lose his balance and he fell back onto the couch with a grunt. The force caused a few of his buttons to pop open on his shirt and you covered your mouth to hold back your giggles.
“Getting pretty big, Yorkie.”
He raised a warning eyebrow and pointed at you. “Hey!”
You couldn’t help it. The flames in his eyes were addicting and you needed more. “Like I said before, you’re eating too well … you filled out and now you’re just getting fat…”
His breath hitching and his pupils dilating didn’t go unnoticed by you, and it emboldened you further. You stood your ground and didn’t move towards him yet, knowing that he’d take any chance to grab you and set you right back in place if you got too close.
“Think your coworkers notice all the weight you’ve put on? Think they talk about how heavy you’re getting? Think they notice how you’re growing, making your clothes pull tight?”
His breathing had picked up as his hand moved across his underbelly and palmed his crotch, trying to adjust his too-tight pants over his erection.
“Fuck…”, he panted through gritted teeth. “I outta fuck that mouth to get rid of that attitude.”
“Like to see you try… too full and fat now to even get off the couch.”
That seemed to be the ignition for him. He let out a grunt and hoisted his large frame up from the couch. You felt your cunt clench at watching him and you began to breath shallowly through your mouth.
His eyes were dark and ripped right through you, and you swallowed thickly, managing to whimper out, “Dave? … baby?”
It only took him a few quick steps and he was towering over you.
“Not so tough now, are you?”
You opened your mouth, but no sound came out. You could feel your core drooling and Dave watched your eyes glaze over as they stared up at him.
“What was it you said? I’m ’too fat and full to get off the couch’? Didn’t get that right?”
You didn’t know Dave could move that fast. Before you could answer, he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. He fell back to his spot on the couch, pulling you down with him. You had no idea how you ended up across his lap as he sat back on the couch, his large hand shoving your dress up over your ass.
“Fucking brat. All I want is a quiet night on the couch after a shitty fucking day and you’re just doing the most to piss me off.”, he growled.
You squirmed on his lap, his belly pressing heavily against your side. He shoved his hand between your legs, and you whined.
“I fucking knew it! You’re soaked. This pussy’s just begging to take a beating, isn’t it?”, he snarled, pressing harsh circles against your clothed clit. “You get off on making me mad, Kitten?”
“Fuck! Dave! Please!”
“Please what? You got my attention now, Kitten. You can’t handle it? What else d’you want from me?”
You yelped when you felt a sharp sting on your backside. You turned and looked at him, shock written all over your face.
“David! Did you just fucking spank me?”
“I asked you a question.”, he said sternly.
“I thought you were just gonna finger me and-“
Despite the scowl planted on his face, the look in his eyes was begging for this. You gave him a small nod in agreement. Another sharp sting from his palm landing on your ass.
“I said I asked you a question.”
When you yelped out at the last smack, he smoothed his palm over your reddened skin, his tone shifting low and menacing.
“Come on, baby… you got my attention… now be a good girl and answer my question. What else do you want from me, kitten?”
And there it was. He was finally in the ring, towering over you and ready to spar. It lit your insides on fire and your core throbbed. You let out a staggered breath and croaked out, “Just… just want… you… your attention… don’t wanna be ignored.”
“My baby’s feeling ignored, huh? Probably because she’s being a little shit and not behaving…”
“I tried!”, you whimpered. “I made cookies and had some saved just for you! I… I just wanted-“
His hand guiding your leg off his lap, opening your clothed core to him. He cupped your mound in his hand, massaging it gently. It stopped you from finishing your sentence and you whimpered instead.
“Go on, Kitten…”
“I just wanted to make you- ugh!”
“I thought I was being pretty clear that tonight was not a good night for your bratty bullshit. Yeah, you made a good dinner, but your attitude is way out of line. Trying to make me feel bad about how much I enjoy your cooking and baking. S’not nice, baby...”
“I-I’m sorry!”, you whined in response.
He spanked you a few more times, the final one coming down a little harder. Each one forced a yelp from you between panting breaths and you rutting your hips on nothing. His cock was hardening under you, pushing against your hip.
You suddenly felt your panties pull harshly against your hipbones then snap off, and Dave tossed them to the side. His middle and index finger dove into your folds.
“So fucking wet… Jesus, Kitten… you’re a needy fucking brat…”
You wriggled your hips, begging for more friction against his fingers.
“Such a bad girl… getting me fat and thinking I’m slow… feeding me till I’m too fucking stuffed to get off the couch? Then you give me attitude about how big you made me?”
His tone was slipping into his usual ‘dominant’ voice, and it was almost too much mixed with his adept fingers and the soreness of your backside.
“I know you just love it… thinking you’re in control when you heap plate after plate in front of me… thinking you can feed me until I’m pliant and yours to fuck around with… no such luck, baby.”
He pushed two fingers into your weeping hole and began to pound into you relentlessly. Your back arched as you cried out.
“Yeah, baby… this is what you needed, isn’t it.”, Dave snarled through his clenched jaw, continuing his relentless pace. You could feel that the bulge from before was now almost painfully digging into your hip bone – the fact he was enjoying this so much made you love it even more. You let out panting moans as your walls began to clench on his digits.
“Oh god-fuck!… I’m-oh fuck!”
He ripped his hand away from you and another spank landed on your backside, stinging further from his wet-with-your-slick hand. You cried out and buried your tear-streaked face into the arm rest.
“You gonna behave?”, he barked as he pulled your hair back, forcing you to look at him.
“Yes! Yes, I’ll behave!”, you cried out. “Please Dave!”
“You done being a brat?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes, I am!”
“Stand up.”
You shakily pushed yourself up off his lap, and his hands came to steady you. You looked at him, your cheeks flushed and damp, lips pouted, and you sucked in a small sob.
“There’s my kitten.”, he smiled menacingly, looking you over and the mess he’d made of you. “So fucking desperate. What am I gonna do with you?”
“Fuck me and let me come!”, you huffed back. God, you wanted him to keep this up.
“Mind your manners!”
His voice was dark and his eyes even darker as he drank you in. Fuck, you needed him in the worst way. His hand came up and gently touched your chin before his hand went around your neck, pushing your back against the wall. His other hand went to his belt, unsuccessfully trying to undo it to get his pants off. His intensity in his eyes started to melt, giving way to desperation.
“Dammit!”, he grunted, removing his other hand from your throat and you moved forward to help.
“No baby… please… fuck, just stay there… j-just act like you’re pinned…”, Dave pleaded, eyes wide and screaming with arousal as he tried sucking in his belly.
You did as you were told, keeping yourself against the wall, watching as he fumbled with his pants, finally getting them down around his thick thighs, his boxer-briefs barely containing his rock hard, leaking cock. His hand went right back to your throat, and he mashed his face into yours in a fevered kiss. He kept your mouth locked onto his as he pulled you away from the wall, only breaking to turn you around and push you over one of the large standing speakers that framed the TV. Without warning, Dave spat into his hand and freed his cock, pumped it a few times, then ran the head through your folds. He finally pushed into you, making you keen and grip the speaker.
“Fuuuuuck…”, he breathed as he seated himself deep within you. “God dammit…”, he hissed as he began pounding into you. “I needed this, baby.”
“Oh god- Dave! So big… fuck!”
“Good girl… come on, Kitten… come for me…”, he grunted. “Touch your clit, baby… play with it… not-not gonna last long…”
“Da-David…”, you whined, as your fingers rubbed circles on your nub, thrusting you just enough to fall over the edge. You panted erratically as your long-time-coming release ripped through you, making your walls clench and spasm around him.
He let out a groan. “Good girl… good fucking girl…” and kept pounding into you. He was beginning to falter in his pace, and his breaths were coming out in short, hurried pants. He pulled back from you, jerking his cock, and came on your reddened ass cheeks.
You were slumped over the speaker, breathing hard, when you heard Dave fall back onto the couch, making it groan and creak under his sudden weight.
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“Hey… baby?”, he panted. “You good, Kitten?”
You pushed yourself upright, feeling your dress sticking to his release on your backside.
“You dick.”
He looked up at you with a raised eyebrow in warning. “Excuse me?”
“You spanked me and came on my ass!”
“Yeah? And where did it get me? Panting and fat on a couch… you still got an attitude.”, he huffed out in a laugh.
“Guess you’ll have to try harder next time.”
You tried keeping an angry front, but failed as you sat down on his lap, smearing his spend on his bare thighs. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him as you fell into a fit of giggles.
“Fuck, if I try any harder, I’ll pop a seam or come in my pants.”
You grinned and then giggled again, “Please, Dave - try harder!”
He laughed and pressed a kiss you your forehead. “You’re such a shit. Behave!”
“Make me, Yorkie.”
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Why do I hold onto clothes that I won’t wear? If I have them hanging in my closet, does it mean that I am still connected to the time and place I wore them last? They’re washed. Surely the dirt and sweat and tears and cake and ash from the birthday candles have all gone out of them. Surely only my memory remains. And yet, the shirt is still here. The one I stole from the bottom drawer in my friend’s dresser, the girl who isn’t my friend anymore. The shirt I got from the 5k that kicked my ass; the one that taught me that even after a year of personal training, I should return to my mantra — temet nosce. Know thyself. But not knowing as in funfetti is my favorite, even though I’ve never had it on my own birthday. Not knowing as in when I go to target for a pack of tampons, I’ll leave with a cart full of bags. Don’t worry it was a sale. Full to the top of that red basket of snuts and trinkets and oh so important necessities that I’ll find at the bottom of my bathroom vanity by Christmas. A closet full of singleton socks and novelty headbands that I’m not manic pixie enough to wear. The coat from when my father was in Korea. Not for the war. For something else. Who knows what? It’s a memory that isn’t mine. And yet still it takes up space here on the rung, forcing me to confront it every time I open the door. Knowing it’s there. Being able to feel the cheap chocolate brown silk and the quick embroidery. But the thought of a sudden fire, bright flames melting it away to nothing, literally makes my eyes burn with tears. The unbearable loss of a memory that isn’t mine. And all of the sweaters that I hoped would get their mileage, forgetting somehow that I live in east Houston, the land of concrete and strip centers, flattening anything that could even pretend to be a tree, an easy bake oven of a place, garish and scorching even in November. Is nostalgia the Marlboro of my generation? Did we get a peek at that exploitive heaven of the nineties only to discover that we do indeed reap what we sow. The reaping is a nasty business. The loss of houses. Hurricane Katrina. Temperature spikes. Snow in March. The sweater I bought from a beach front shack because I had nothing else to wear. How do you tell a fourteen year old that she should pack clothes when she has pictures and burned CDs and video games that she can’t live without? And if they were washed away, somehow their loss would be her fault. I should throw out these dresses. The one I wore to my grandmother’s funeral is too black. Too specific. The nylon body con hugged me as I read my trite eulogy, a love letter she will never read. A woman full of memories. Of finer clothes than mine. All of her socks had pairs. Where did she find them? Or did she banish the lonely ones? Did she have a heart to say goodbye to something when it served her well, it’s time on earth fleeting and yet eternal. Nothing leaves this blue speck, does it? And yet I cling to this screen-printed Gildan like it’s my own skin. If I put it on, will any part of me come rushing back?
#I’m cleaning out my closet today#it’s the worst#I am such a damn packrat omg#why are there so many tee shirts??#where did they come from!?
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A3! Homepage Lines - Christmas 2024
graphics and proofreading by myuntachis!
text version under the cut!
Spring Troupe
Sakuya: The dorm is fully decorated for Christmas… This view is what comes to mind when I think of spending Christmas with family.
Masumi: I’ve been waiting for you. I’m happy you made some time for us to spend together this Christmas too. Thanks.
Tsuzuru: I’ve been consulting Fushimi-san for a while now about making today’s dinner extra fancy. I hope you’re looking forward to it.
Itaru: I bought a Christmas cake for the Spring Troupe. Dad splurged, so I hope everyone’ll be happy.
Citron: I will be sending cards to Zahra this year. I will be happy if Tangerine and Mika are spending their days well!
Chikage: Seems I’m in charge of decorating this year. I heard something about wanting lights put up, so maybe I’ll do my part, too.
Summer Troupe
Tenma: You want me to help with decorating? … I guess I have to. Let me show off my superior taste.
Yuki: I’m in charge of the cake this year. I ordered an extra cute one, so look forward to it.
Muku: I actually prepared a present for Mister Santa along with my letter. I wonder if he’ll come this year too?
Misumi: I helped with decorating too because Kazu asked! Look, that triangle over there is mine!
Kazunari: We’re gonna turn the living room into an Inste spot this Christmas! You come too, Director-chan!
Kumon: I asked Yuki to make a Santa outfit for my Nii-chan plushie! Isn’t the quality insane!?
Autumn Troupe
Banri: There’s gonna be a Christmas performance this year too, how ‘bout you come and see it? Heh, nah, I won’t be actin’ as Santa this year.
Juza: I bought a Stollen and tried a bit of it, but… I ended up eating it all before Christmas…
Taichi: Teach! I still dunno what gift to get Mii-chan… Help me out here~!
Omi: We’ve got a special Christmas menu planned for dinner. I’ll go all out, so eat up to your heart’s content.
Sakyo: The chicken was on sale, so I bought a tad too much. Guess that means I’m getting into the spirit too…
Azami: I got a call from my dad telling me to eat this with everyone. It looks like good meat, so I’ll just accept it this time.
Winter Troupe
Tsumugi: We have both red and white mulled wines today. Azuma-san chose them, so I hope you’re excited.
Tasuku: The living room’s full of Christmas lights? No, they’re not mine… This is Utsuki’’s doing.
Hisoka: I’m thinking of making gingerbread this year. Will you help me?
Homare: The sight of our lounge all bright and bedazzled by the Christmas spirit is simply enchanti… OHHH, it’s come to me!
Azuma: It started snowing when I was coming back from grocery shopping. It was so beautiful. Did you see it too, Director?
Guy: The Winter Troupe has also chosen a cake. It seems like it’s been made with Western liquor, so I’d like you to try it as well, Director.
Backstage
Matsukawa: This lively atmosphere just screams Christmas! I’ll enjoy myself to the fullest as well~!
Tetsuro: … I could hear… everyone’s voices… from outside… It’s always… lively in here…
Akashi: I got pulled into the typical Christmas cheer and… found myself getting a few goodies too.
Rento: This’s a present from Santa to our hardworkin’ Director. Lookin’ forward to workin’ with ya next year as well~
Sakoda: Sakoda Santa’s prepared a present for Azami this year! I’ll leave it by his pillow later!
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Okay okay okay but years down the line they're married and it turns out Billy is BIG on the HOA and feuding with Janice from down the street
I hear you, I see you, and I raise you… they’re both on the HOA and they both refuse to be the actual President or VP because “ew they haven’t fallen that far.” But they are still super involved menaces once they get into it…
They worked hard to get to where they are and they pay good money for this stupid HOA so they get involved just thinking it’ll be something that doesn’t take up a lot of their time until that bitch Janice from down the street tries to tell everyone how to decorate for Christmas. It becomes a full on war.
We’ve got Billy throwing actual laws at Janice and her squad during HOA meetings, we’ve got Steve casually mentioning to other parents in the pick up line that Janice doesn’t use organic eco friendly ingredients in her bake sale cup cakes, we’ve got Billy going house to house and charming everyone in signing the petition to be able to do whatever the hell they want for holiday decor, Steve absolutely roasting Janice in HOA meetings… dream team of HOA takedowns.
It is so glorious that they get nominated for Pres and VP but they turn it down. They still go hard at every HOA meeting though because never again are they gonna be told they can’t put holiday decor up before Thanksgiving thank you very much.
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They should include every kind of holiday that involves the distribution of sweets throughout Gavv's run because dear, sweet Shouma, Halloween isn't the only delightful occasion! We also have the self-explanatory Pocky Day, cakes on Christmas, all the chocolate sales on Valentine's Day, birthday treat galore...and speaking of birthdays, I advocate for Shouma getting a birthday cake and he gets so happy that 1) he gets a super upgrade and 2) he's crying and he swears he's not sad, just the happiest he's ever been in his whole life (and maybe a part of him wishes his mum was here too)
#14shyx#kamen rider#kamen rider gavv#kr.gavv: episode 9#my only memory/experience with a junko komura toku birthday episode was lupato ep 28#but in komura i trust with that one#lupato ep 28 is one of my favourite eps ever in the whole show#now it remains to be seen if komura feat. production staff will let shouma breathe or stick a knife in our hearts until we bleed out
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Candle Day
Candles offer more than just light — fill your home with sweet scents and transform any space into a warm oasis.
For those who absolutely love the joy of lighting candles to provide warm, soft light as well as a delightful fragrance to their homes, especially in winter time, Candle Day is a beautiful way to usher in the cooler season.
History of Candle Day
Typically celebrated on the first Saturday of December, Candle Day was founded by the American retail company, Bath & Body Works. Originally owned by the Limited Brands, which also owns brands such as Victoria’s Secret and Abercrombie & Fitch, the first store in the Bath & Body Works chain was opened in Cambridge, Massachusetts in 1990.
Selling products for the body, as the name implies, the company grew rapidly and now runs more than 2000 stores all over the world, 1600 of which are in the United States.
Bath & Body Works is a brand that is particularly beloved for its amazing scents that have a wide range of popularity, from fruity scents to flowers and also offering a line for men. Some of the most popular scents have been Sweet Pea, Japanese Cherry Blossom, Cucumber Melon and Country Apple.
Within these popular scent lines, as well as many others, are many products such as body lotions, fragrances, room sprays and, of course, candles. And for many people, Candle Day is one of the best times of the year to celebrate at Bath & Body Works because that’s when they hold some of their best sales.
Because the season for Christmas and other winter holidays often includes gift-giving, and because candles make incredible gifts, Candle Day was started in 2013. Plus, it’s a great time to simply stock up on candles for the cold, winter months.
So get ready for the fun and celebration of Candle Day!
How to Celebrate Candle Day
Candle Day offers a variety of options for just about any personality, whether looking for some time to spend at home or getting out and taking advantage of various sales. Consider celebrating with some of these ideas:
Light a Candle
Candles can bring so much comfort and warmth to a room, especially if they also envelop the room with a cozy and delicious scent. Fragrances such as Champagne Toast, Cinnamon Apple, or Strawberry Pound Cake are a lovely way to enjoy the day.
Buy a Candle (or Several!)
Head to the local Bath & Body Works to get access to their Candle Day sales and discounts, or look them up online and have the products delivered directly. This annual event typically provides customers with the opportunity to get the brand’s most famous 3-wick candles at a deeply discounted price. Other brands, such as Yankee Candle, may also be offering special prices in honor of Candle Day.
Give a Candle for Candle Day
What a great time to delight and surprise someone with a little present in honor of Candle Day! Find out which scents are a friend’s favorite and get them a large winter-themed pillar candle in honor of the season. Or leave a small votive on the desk of a coworker as a little bit of encouragement.
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#USA#Original New York Cheesecake#birthday#travel#original photography#New York City#electrical candle#Stephen A. Schwarzman Building#Chocolate Peanut Butter Cake#Strawberry Shortbread#Toronto#Canada#Luzern#Lucerne#Fort York National Historic Site#Monument Valley#vacation#tourist attraction#landmark#architecture#Candle Day#7 December 2024#First Saturday in December#CandleDay
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Dec 5 - Put away the two loads of laundry I'd run yesterday.
My big Christmas present for myself finally arrived... I now have a Steam Deck. Yay! Spent a big chunk of the afternoon doing things like getting it to pair with my bluetooth keyboard and mouse, and starting in on setting up things like Firefox on it.
Supper was pasta with tomato sauce and meatballs.
Dec 6 - Spent a lot of time crocheting today and managed to finish off the scarf that was my current project. Not as striking as the previous scarf, but since I'm making them to give away I figured I should get a good variety of options made.
I'm pretty pleased with how it worked out; I made it of two cakes of yarn, one kept as-is and the other rewound in order to reverse the gradient of the colourway, so that when I worked the scarf as one long strip the hanging ends came out with the same directionality on the colours. I also worked it entirely in single stitches so the gradients would come out smoothly.
Have a bunch of new yarns I'd ordered in Black Friday sales last week on its way to me, that should arrive tomorrow, so that's good timing for starting the next scarf.
For supper I dragged what should be the last tub of turkey bean soup out of the freezer.
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Shibusan was also selling Boueibu merch in August, including Ikaho collab merch until the end of September. Details here.
September 17th was Nanao's birthday. If you wanted this cake + cupcake set + macaron set in time for the day, then it should have been preordered until September 10th. This came with a bonus badge with the same design. The cake (which comes in 2 sizes - size 4: diameter: 12 cm, height: 5 cm and size 5: diameter: 15 cm, height: 7 cm) is in chocolate/chocolate cream and sponge/whipped cream varieties, with strawberries or yellow peaches inside for both (customer's choice), and the design is printed on to a sheet. The ink has a chance of running if you aren't careful. There are also Atsushi (preorder deadline: September 28th), Taishi (preorder deadline: September 29th), Kyotaro (preorder deadline: November 21st), Io (preorder deadline: December 10th) and Yumoto (preorder deadline: January 19th) versions. The cupcakes have a diameter of 8.4 cm, a height of 6.5 cm and come in a set of 4 - the cream on the cupcakes has matcha (green), chestnut (yellow), strawberry (pink) and chocolate (brown) and you can choose between black tea and orange peel/chocolate chip flavours for the cupcakes themselves. The macarons have a diameter of 4.3 cm, a height of 2.3 cm and come in a set of 6 - they come in strawberry (red), pistachio (green), orange (yellow) and chocolate (brown) flavours.
There are also Christmas cakes + macarons (preorder deadline: December 17th if you want it by December 24th) and Valentine's Day cakes + macarons (deadline: presumably February 7th) which come with badges (2 possible designs, 1 can badge that matches the design of the cake you chose). The Christmas cakes only have strawberries, as opposed to the strawberries and yellow peaches of the Valentine's and birthday cakes. The cakes only come in size 5. The badges are 54 mm in diameter. There was also a 5% discount applied to preordered Christmas cakes between November 6th and November 12th 2023.
The Shibukawa collab finished in September 2023. The crepes and drinks sold well. The collab page doesn't exist anymore, but there is a message from Shibukawa City: "To all the fans, thank you very much for coming to Ikaho time and time again. Look forward to the day we can hold another collab✰."
There was an online lottery on sale from October 20th at 12:00 pm - November 6th 2023 at 11:59 pm (all dates/times JST), with items estimated to be received in mid-January 2024. 1 attempt was 880 yen (tax incl.).
For said online lottery, if you won the A prize (probability of getting: 4.1%), you could pick which of the 2 fabric posters you wanted:
The B prize was a set of acrylic stands (probability: 13.8%, random out of 10 different kinds):
The C prize was acrylic keychains (probability: 20.5%, random out of 10 different kinds). The Anime Bako account (which is posting these tweets) recommends attaching them to a bag when you go out:
There are also D prizes (1 of 10 random square can badges, probability: 27.4%) and E prizes (1 of 20 random Polaroid-style cards, probability: 34.2%):
On January 1st 2024, the Boueibu official Twitter (X) account wished everyone a year overflowing with love and happiness. Please remember the Boueibu series this year too.
(Update: In terms of fruit, the Christmas cakes only have strawberries, while the Valentine's Day cakes have the choice of strawberries or yellow peaches.)
#boueibu#binan koukou chikyuu boueibu love!#Binan Koukou Chikyuu Boueibu Happy Kiss!#anime merch#boueibu hk#anime collab#(There is a slight difference in wording between LOVE! and HK cake tweets so I've put an example of both in the post.)#(“Yoroshiku onegaishimasu” is still a slippery phrase I see... /slightly annoyed)#(When I said I was going to be thorough this time I meant it...)
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Nimue isn't really one who celebrates Christmas, she's never had a reason to until now, but she's decided to start trying to change that this year, even if it is small. Gintoki gets a Christmas Cake, and a small crocheted 'plushie' of himself that's basically small enough to fit in the size of his hand. It's not much, but it's all she could manage to make in time for Christmas.
"I'll put something better together next year.. I sort of waited a bit too late so.. Um.. Meryy Christmas..?"
{ Don't mind me as I sneak on to slide this in ur inbox before I forget to again,, Also hi she's trying her best. }
He could really not use a gift like the doll. Somehow it's smug aura mocked Gintoki even if it was a miniature version of himself. Good thing Sougo wasn't around or the Shinsengumi member would be using the doll as a curse scary pincushion. Why did Gintoki automatically think of that? Not the point in the slightest! Although Gintoki is sure that Sougo likes him more than 90 percent of the popular but he digresses. Anyways Gintoki tries to be falsely cheeful when taking the doll.
"You shouldn't had. I repeat, you SHOULDN'T had.......since I'm broke. Yeah, that's it. Broke. Can't accept this without a present of my own so I can't take it". Problem solved! Not really. Still there is one thing that Gintoki will gladly take.
"But that right there! That Christmas decorated cake! I'll be taking that as compensation". Probably just took one from their bakery but Gintoki didn't mind. All he cared for was the promise of sweets again. His obsession with sugar knew no bounds. "Tell you what. When Christmas things go on sale at the local market, I'll buy you that. Anything! As long as it's 70 percent off". Gintoki, Gintoki that's not the point at all! Well, a good deal is a good deal one would suppose.
@nebula-drcams
#food cw#long post cw#[ road work ahead? i sure hope it does. crack ]#[ ans. gintoki sakata ]#he says thank you for the cake <3#he's also trying nimue lol#also you get a good deal on goods I guess lol#christmas cw#nebula-drcams#okay to save
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Your Christmas market story combines the two things I love: Everlark & rooting for a fictional small business!!
I look forward to it! Have a very merry Christmas! 🎄❤️
Hahaha
Soooo I’ve scrapped that version of the concept, but let me tell you about the original idea:
(One sided) Enemies to Lovers
Set at a multiple evening Christmas market where Katniss decides that Pralines et C and Mellark’s are rivals since the bakery has a Praline pound cake on their menu and she and Madge sell Pralines and other nuts and candies.
The first day, Peeta ‘saves’ Katniss from Cato and his unwanted advances by posing as her boyfriend.
When Cato walks away, Peeta says something to the effect of the ‘we’re madly in love, you can kiss me anytime you want’ comment and Katniss responds back with, ‘we’re not lovers, you and your pound cakes are the competition.’
Between the first and second night Katniss does some social media recon trying to find reasons to hate the insufferably smug baker… unfortunately there’s nothing to criticize: his cakes are incredible and he donates bread and time at the local soup kitchen which she begrudgingly admires - he’s even more insufferable (okay girl)
The next evening the praline pound cakes are notably missing from his kiosk as they’re setting up. Katniss stomps over to demand an answers - ‘they sold like crazy yesterday, what’s your game?!’ ‘Would you believe we ran out of Pecans?’. She doesn’t believe it… even less so when Peeta points out that he’s now selling bread pudding, cinnamon rolls, and vanilla pound cake (which just by chance all pair perfectly with praline sauce…)
Katniss dashed back to Madge to convene and Madge runs to get a crockpot where they can warm praline sauce and sell for $2 a ladle over your pastries or ice cream.
Peeta recommends Pralines in his IG stories and then he and Madge coordinate some other social media collabs
The night’s a huge success for both.
The next morning, Caesar Flickerman highlights Mellark’s and Pralines jointly as one of the years’ ‘can’t miss’ booths.
The final night is too busy for Katniss to speak to Peeta until the very end as they’re packing up. Peeta says ‘we make a good team’ and Katniss agrees. He suggests that the Bakery sell some of Praline’s selections all year. Katniss asks if that will affect his praline pound cake sales. ‘I lost the recipe remember?’ ‘Thought you ran out of pecans’ ‘oh yeah, pecans are back ordered indefinitely’
More cute banter and probably a kiss.
Unfortunately all my dialogue inspiration was more playful than contemptuous, so I’m going to write a fluff without plot piece instead 🤷♀️
#christmaslark#everlark FanFiction concept#Christmas market prompt#thank you for the ask!!#thesunpersists#ask#🩶🩶🩶
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Door-To-Door Christmas Selling
Meena: [after a less than successful pitch from Nooshy] I get what you were trying to do Nooshy, but you can’t go telling people that I made these Christmas cakes to boost sales! Mr. Moon may be comfortable with lying all the time, but I’m not! For this next house, I think we should explain the flavors we’re selling and how their donation could help kids and…
Nooshy: Hello, madam, would you like a Red Velvet or spice cake that Mr. Moon made himself from a box and probably dropped an eggshell in?
[Door slams]
Nooshy: Your way didn’t work either.
Meena: Nooshy, do I need to make you read that Julia Cook story about the difference between a flat out lie and having tact?
#sing 2021#sing 2016#meena sing#sing nooshy#Nooshy has no filter sometimes#Read some of Julia Cook’s RJ stories#they’re actually very cute#Buster can’t make food to save his life#luckily he has his theatre#Artica had to supervise him while baking the cakes#as did Paulina#source: peanuts
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When the weather outside and the energy in the air feels like cutting class and seeing a saw X matinee with sammy or going to tennessee with dylan to see the leaves change or collecting leaves outside my dorm to give to the kids i nanny or going to the melting pot with my friends for my bday or my uncles funeral where i cried for a week straight or being asked by a publix employee if i want to see the nightmare before christmas cake or arguing with kaminsky about feminism or failing a bullshit elective class or doing coke in a photo booth and posting a fall out boy lyric on my story or getting my bullshit internship or going to the mall with joseph or smoking out of sam’s crusty bong or watching shane gillis in davis’ car or getting an american girl doll and getting high tea or going to estate sales or getting my horrible bowl haircut or bringing sam a birthday starbies or working at great american cookie with my friends or having a pumpkin pie bday cake or or or or or or
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this past year my work has started offering special seasonal round cakes. we don't order them to the store, the warehouse just sends out whatever the higherups think we need, which is of course always erring on the side of sending too many cakes, because it's better to have too much than to sell out
for most of the year this isn't that much of an issue. the pink cakes we sell at valentines and mother's day, and the rainbow and confetti cakes we get in the summer are popular sellers all year and they last 10 months in the freezer so there's no rush to get rid of them right away. for halloween and especially christmas this is a much bigger issue, since those colours are more distinctly holiday colours
christmas has been especially especially a big problem because christmas is such a huge sale time for grocery stores! we better send a lot of cakes! but like. who the fuck buys cake for christmas. if you're buying desserts for christmas you're getting cookies or dainty trays, or if you are getting a cake you're getting a yule log. nobody is buying just a christmas themed birthday cake. combine that with our new showcase where customers have to ask us to get the cakes out for them, and our higher-than-ever prices that customers are given ample time to think about while trying to get our attention, killing nearly all impulse buys, these cakes aren't moving. I'm pumping these cakes out as fast as I can but they just sit there for a week and expire. I think 15 total sales so far is a generous estimate, I think it's probably closer to 8.
but these boxes of cake keep showing up, and they're big boxes, and they're sending so many. we're running out of not just shelf space but floor space as well in the freezer, and everything is stacked to the ceiling
and the extra special thing is that we have two varieties of christmas cake. one is "merry berry", which is just vanilla cake with a mix berry filling. hardly seems that festive at all, but it'll be easy to sell after christmas. of course, that's not the one they keep sending. the one that keeps showing up is "holiday confetti" which is just a confetti cake but with only red and green sprinkles. okay that makes more sense, but a difficult sell after this next week and we have at least 15 boxes of them left in the freezer and each box has 12 cakes in it. I think we're going to have to lie and tell people it's just confetti cake and maybe they won't notice or care that it's missing most of the other colours
#idk why they don't do like a chocolate cake with a mint filling or something#seasonal but still something that'd sell after christmas#AND it'd be a chocolate cake too!#we hardly ever have chocolate cakes out anymore because they keep sending us all these seasonal vanilla cakes that we need to get rid of#we do actually offer mint chocolate as a regular product but we have to mix the filling and cut and fill the cakes ourselves#so of course it doesn't get made ever bc that's a lot of work#when you could just put out some of the hundreds of pre-assembled cakes they give us
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So… THAT deleted scene? Cake or Death.
Apparently, people (ie Tommy fans) are saying that Hen and Tommy are friends? That the shovel talk is given with warmth? You all really need to pull back and think about that l little.
Hen, a Black lesbian, is FRIENDS with Tommy? What?
Remember Hen quitting her job as a drug sales rep?
This is Hen with Athena. Note the familiarity, the warmth, and the code switching. This is FRIENDS.
This is Tommy and Hen meeting again in season 7 Capsized. Note: This takes place years after AFTER Tommy’s has left the 118. The Xmas job reference points to Tommy knowing they aren’t friends.
T: It's good to see you, Hen.
H: You, too. I forgot you were stationed out of Harbor.
T: Could be why I haven't been getting your Christmas cards. [to 3rd party] Captain Wilson and I used to work together at the 118, back when she was just a probie. [back to Hen] Look at you now.
H: It's been a minute.
Look, Hen works with people she has to work with. She may trust Tommy as a competent pilot. That’s not the same as trusting him with Buck. And Buck is her best friend’s brother-in-law.
Colleagues is not friends.
#hen#tommy and hen#911 capsized#911 missing scene#shovel talk#Hen and Karen#911 tv#code switching#friends vs colleagues#hen wilson#cake or death#Aisha Hinds#on racism#Tommy/ Buck#racism in fandom#why Black women can’t trust white fans
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