#and make snowangels

[mazzy-rockstar]

Everywhere in the world gets snow but here

[egophiliac]

queen of diamonds, upright + reversed 💎

I've redone this like eighty times, I have to just be done with it now and stop staring at all my mistakes oh no 🫠

[nevaroonie]

Where Is He

TW - Survivors Guilt, Inversion mentions, Character Death

WC - 1021

A/N - I'm getting better at writing in the first person!

I stepped out to get Xavier a drink. Just a soda.. That’s all he wanted not one of those cheap stomach ache-inducing ones they sell at the concession stands. He didn’t want one of those. He wanted one from the 7/11 across the street. I was gone for longer than 5 minutes. And when I came back that ward was up. I was gone for 5 fucking minutes. 

Xavier was trapped on the other side. And I couldn’t get to him. I was begging anyone with the power of the situation and all I was getting was shut down after shut down. No one wanted to tell me anything. Maybe after 10 minutes of me hassling Jett he caved. Shades. Fucking shades. Creatures that crawl their way from death escaped. 

Into one of the biggest empowered events front down. My legs nearly gave out. How did this happen? Who would do this? Why would they do this? I had so many thoughts happening at once. But the only thing I cared about was Xavier. I know I should have been concerned about the others but I couldn’t be. My Boyfriend was on the other side of that ward. 

With those CREATURES! And I know how shades work. People have to die before anyone can do anything to them. And knowing how they work. I still hoped Xavier lived. Do you know how many people would have to die? Too fucking many, for me to be wishing one person survived. I don’t know what happened on the other side of the ward. 

And I may never know. Because I was at a goddamn 7/11 getting a fucking soda. Well, Xavier and the others were fighting for their lives. I was trying to figure out what type of soda my boyfriend wanted. It doesn’t even take me long to grab something as simple as that. But that night it did. Sleeping without him at my side has been a nightmare. 

And the nights I get to sleep, I’m haunted by his voice asking why I wasn’t there. Im haunted by the fact I’ll never hold him again. I’ll never hear him call me Snowangel again. I can’t even face his parents. I haven’t seen them since the funeral. There wasn’t a body to recover. No one got to say goodbye. Not even his teammates. 

I haven’t set foot in DAMN since the inversion. There are more people im not ready to face. There was a whole student body that was affected by the inversion. An entire student body missing friends and family. And I can’t go back knowing I made it out alive by pure chance. While their family and friends didn’t. 

There are times when I wonder. If I was there maybe I could have given my life. So that Xavier could be here. Perhaps had i said no. or just made some excuse so I could watch him get the award that he deserved. But I didn’t.. He used his puppy dog eyes. And I crumbled like a cookie in his hands.  

When that ward went down. Whenever it went down. I ran in there, I didn’t care who was in my way. I was going to find him. Pushing the thought that I wouldn’t out of my mind. But I couldn’t find him. The pack of wolves who were managing security didn’t remember Xavier coming down. To the makeshift hideout they had. 

Though most of them weren’t able to talk. They all had pretty bad injuries. When I ran into Huxley I wanted to know where was he. But he was holding someone else who had a bad scar going across his chest. But the thing was.. I had searched up and down, everywhere, and hadn’t found Xavier. And my worst thoughts were becoming true. 

I waited. I let the department search just in case. I was just looking for any reason to believe he was still alive. But he wasn’t. My Xavier was gone. Taken away but whatever let those shades lose. He went out like a hero, doing what he did best. Helping others. After the department declared the place safe. 

I went over to the place where all the injured were going. I was trying to keep my hopes up. But when I saw the look on Huxley’s face when he saw me. I knew.. I knew Xavier was gone. I don’t I can ever forget that moment. He just kept saying he was sorry. And I was just numb. He was gone. The truth was finally starting to set in. 

And the realization hit both of us. Xavier was dead. DAMN no longer had a team captain. Huxley no longer had a bestfriend. And I no longer had a partner. And i didn’t even know i was crying. Huxley was just hugging me. We would miss him. His family would miss him. Everyone he helped would miss him. 

He was the light of my life, the light in a lot of people's lives. So hearing he was gone just hurt.. But when things calmed down. I got to meet the person he saved. An incubus named Gavin. I asked Huxley to tell me. And he also helped make a meeting with him.  I’ll admit I was upset with Gavin. For a while.. But meeting him and actively talking to him

Helped me realize, that Xavier knew he was gonna die one way or another. He had to make a choice. And a daemon could do much more. I just wish his death wasn’t the required part. But we can’t change things.

And one of these days I’ll step back onto the doors of DAMN. maybe one day my dreams won’t be plagued with his voice. One day.. But today is not that day. 

I will always miss you, Xavier.. And I plan to avoid 7/11 as well as sodas now. They send me back to that night. And those memories hurt too much to relive. But I have someone to talk to now. And maybe with their help things will get better. 

[nocturnalsleuth]

snow day... ❄️☃️🌨️

[skyheaven1231]

✨ Day 12 - Holiday Rivals - Making A Snowangel ❄️

Akira can't get enough of seeing his man be happy and healing his inner child. 🥹

[spahhzy]

CookieMonster31: Hey guys, where is Jaune?

GreenTea: Not sure. Do you know Nora?

PancakesandHammers: Uh, Jaune-Jaune mentioned something about relaxing and such.

BlondeBomber: relaxing!? Who relaxes on a Friday night!?

Ninjacat: He has been working hard. Maybe he's just tired. Weiss, have you heard anything?

SnowAngel: ...

CookieMonster31: bestie, do you know where our valiant knight is?

SnowAngel: I do not, but if I'm correct, he is probably with someone so detestable, so deplorable, vile, and thinking about it makes me sick!

BlondeBomber: Woah, Dial it down a few degrees their ice queen, what's got you all mad?

SnowAngel: Nothing, nothing at all!

Ninjacat: Really convincing...

PancakesandHammers: Let me give Jaune a call, hold on.

PancakesandHammers: No answer...huh wonder what he could be doing.

RustedGold: *image sent*

CookieMonster31: 😱

BlondeBomber: 🤯

PancakesandHammers: 🤯😁

NinjaCat: 🤑 (cha-ching!)

SnowAngel: 🤬🤬🤬🤬

Greentea: Well... that solves that mystery.

The image sent was Jaune, sleeping face nestled into the neck of one Neopolitan, whom just gave a big smug smile as she held out his scroll and took a photo of them in bed together, resting, the caption reading.

'Sorry everyone, he can't text back in the group chat right now. He needs his nappies'

[imahinatjon]

SNOW DAY!

It snowed where I live and I'm just a little bit exited. (Yes, This is infact my view)

Dazai, Ranpo + Fyodor

It's been a while. Let's hope this is okay

Dazai

• Dazai was up all night watching the snow fall.

• He would've woken you up, had you not looked so peaceful.

• Besides, you'd get to see it when it had settled in the morning.

• When the morning did come, he insisted you both go walking out in the snow.

• He just wanted to walk, thought it would be pleasant.

• He wouldn't complain much, but if you did...

• "My hands are kind of cold..."

• "You should have brought some gloves then"

• And he proceeds to tease you by showing off how warm his own gloves are.

• He does eventually give it up though and pull your own gloves out of his pocket.

• (He saw you forgot them before leaving)

• He takes you to the park, and you sit, just enjoying the scenery for a while.

• And on the way back, he pushes you over into a particularly large pile of fluffy snow.

• Pull him in too, would you?

Ranpo

• He didn't know it was snowing! Not at first anyway.

• You wake up before him, you always do, and when you spotted the fresh layer of snow on the ground outside, you tried to wake him up.

• But he swatted you away asking for 5 more minutes

• 30 minutes later, he's rushing into the front room asking why you didn't tell him it had snowed.

• 🙄

• It only takes him 10 minutes to get ready to go out in it, and he's rushing you to get ready too.

• He's exited. And you probably are too. It's snow afterall!

• He wants to build a sculpture of you out of snow, and you both go to the agency rooftop so he can. (What if they need him for a hard case or something? It's good to be close by)

• He does make the 'sculpture', though... it doesn't look like you, or anything at all really.

• Still, you tell him how wonderful it is (its the thought that counts, right?)

• He knows your lying, but doesn't mind it any, he still had fun.

• He asks you to make snowangels with him next, and in the little snow left on the rooftop (the rest having already been used) you make a pair of snow angels, before going back inside.

• It was too cold to stay out much longer, and your sure that had you not said anything, he would have stayed outside and frozen.

• It's a good job your there to stop that from happening.

Fyodor

• Your going to take him out in the snow? Really? No.

• Fyodor would much rather stay inside when it's snowing, where he's warm and comfortable.

• Though, if you want to head on outside and enjoy yourself, he won't stop you - infact, he encourages it!

• But you come inside and tell him your gonna go skating on the Frozen lake with Nikolai?

• Wait for him, he just needs to put his boots on and he'll be joining you.

• Not that he doesn't trust Nikolai - but he doesn't Trust him.

• You going with that clown to a frozen lake can only end one very bad way.

• Maybe he wouldn't do it intentionally, but he'd still do it - get you in some trouble that is.

• Fyodor knows how much you enjoy the snow and (in a rare show of kindness) doesn't want to take that away.

• So his only option is to accompany you.

• He doesn't like going out in the snow, finding no interest in snowball fights, building snowmen or other sculptures.

• It's also far too cold.

• But it's somewhat nice seeing you enjoy yourself, and funny watching you land a large snowball right in Nikolai's face.

• By the time you get home, he's ready for a long rest, making a beeline straight for the chair or bed.

• This is your chance to cuddle him as much as you want!

• I mean. You can do that anyway, but... it's nice to sit snuggled together watching the snow out the window with a warm drink sometimes.

---------------------------------------------------

I've beeb focused on a lot of different things recently, so I've been just a little distracted with a small case of writers block. But the snow outside was the perfect opportunity to try again!

♡

Masterlist :3

[ceratedfish24]

raises mic 2 u. snowangel headcanons?

(I have one that i'll share: their relationship p much kicked off in limited life when, one night, skizz couldn't sleep, so went out to the beach to get some air. coincidentally there was a certain fish in the water... Scott made and carved an intricate netherite sword for skizz as an apology for the boogey kill. it couldn't exactly be used on the LiL server (op + had some Old Galactic enchants like loyalty, which is non-applicable on the Life servers), but it carried over into every other server skizz joined. with that rather over-the-top gift, the conversation... spiralled. and ended with them the next morning making cookies and being gay)

That is SO cute and they ABSOLUTELY bake together. Skizz can’t follow a recipe he doesn’t make every other day to save his life. Scott doesn’t need a recipe. He knows most basic recipes by heart.

My personal headcanons?

Scott is REALLY good at hiding that something’s bothering him, but Skizz can read him like a book. Skizz might not be the most observant person, but his people skills are like no other. Scott used to be surprised and dismissive whenever Skizz called him out on it, but now he just collapses into Skizz’s arms, knowing that there’s no point in hiding that something, no matter how small, is upsetting him.

Skizz has mentioned that he could fall asleep in Scott’s arms, and so I absolutely headcanon that, when Skizz can’t fall asleep, he lays his head in Scott’s lap and asks Scott to sing for him. Scott will drop anything and everything to do this whenever asked.

Scott bought Skizz a whole new wardrobe. Dragged him to every store and made him try on so many clothes. Skizz was just happy to be there. He struck over exaggerated poses every time he showed Scott a new outfit. Scott clapped and cheered and hummed and hawed the whole time.

Scott and Skizz have completely different family favorite dishes. Sharing them with one another is a very important part of their relationship. Skizz comes from a world of meats and roasted vegetables and biscuits and gravy. Scott comes from a world of various pastas and steamed vegetables and different ways of serving rice. They like their own food, but they really love the other’s food, and cooking for each other and with each other is always the highlight of their day.

Scott loves to go all out for the holidays. Whether it’s Halloween, Christmas, Valentines, New Years, whatever, he goes all out. Skizz isn’t the type of guy who’s self motivated to put up decorations, but he does enjoy the decorations and putting work into something that makes his hardworking sweetheart of a partner so happy.

Skizz and Scott are both very social people. They’re the ones who put on holiday parties and Friendsgiving every year. Most couples would stress out about this and divide tasks unevenly and get frustrated, but I genuinely don’t think Skizz and Scott would struggle with this. With their experience, Skizz would immediately have a prioritized list of everything that needs to get done, Scott has a vision about how he thinks it should look, Skizz inherently trusts Scott’s vision and helps Scott get everything he needs, and then Skizz and Scott work together to make it all happen and it’s a hit every time. Scott is so grateful not to have to take complete charge of every event he wants to put on, and Skizz is so grateful to have someone with such an artistic mind grace his life like this.

Scott is a book lover, so Skizz built him a beautiful old-fashion style bookshelf. Skizz swears that Scott loves the bookshelf more than he loves Skizz.

These two for SURE go for walks. They’ll walk anywhere. They love to walk through parks. They love to walk on boardwalks. They love to window shop. It’s one of their favorite ways to wind down together.

They share a scarf when it’s cold. Skizz often forgets that they are sharing a scarf and will try to wander away or bend down. Scott is offended every time.

Skizz is not the type of guy to start a fight when it really matters. When it comes down to it, Skizz is a professional at de-escalating a situation and handling it maturely. In a game, though? Skizz will defend Scott’s honor to no end, die about it, and dramatically fall over with declarations of loyalty and peace with his decisions.

Scott isn’t the type of guy to start a fight either. He is the type of guy to get you fired if you insult his man badly enough, regardless of whether or not your career is relevant to the offense you’re being fired for. Nobody ever knows that it’s him who does it. Not even Skizz realizes this is happening. Scott didn’t start this feud, but he will end it and in one single move.

Skizz isn’t usually a sweets guy, but Scott is a “what if we got a sweet little treat🥺” guy, and Skizz gives in every single time.

Scott is a passenger prince, and Skizz willingly sets up the passenger seat with blankets, snacks, drinks, and stuff to do. Scott never expects it, and he’s grateful every time.

Scott is a clean freak. Skizz isn’t a dirty person, but he’s also not a clean freak. It doesn’t bother Skizz, and Scott uses it as an excuse to have something to do when he’s overwhelmed and Skizz isn’t home.

Skizz took Scott to a carnival, and it was the first time Scott had ever been on a ferris wheel. He’s not particularly afraid of heights. He just has never had much a reason to go on one. It seems like such a two or more people activity, and Scott just never had someone else want to go. He doesn’t realize that people aren’t exaggerating how romantic it can be until he’s up at the top with Skizz’s arms wrapped around him.

Their first kiss happened because Skizz offhandedly said something that made Scott laugh, and Skizz unconsciously zeroed in on the sound of Scott’s laugh and kissed him without even thinking about it. The sound of Scott’s laugh and the mirth in his eyes was just too overwhelming for Skizz. He pulled back immediately afterwards, but Scott wouldn’t let him go.

I know they’re the same height, but Skizz is slightly taller to me.

Skizz will kiss Scott ANYWHERE. Scott’s hands are a common place, but anywhere that is Scott and that is available in the moment is free game to Skizz.

Skizz didn’t know how to dance before he got with Scott, and now they dance everyday, even if it’s just swaying while one of them hums with a frozen lasagna in the oven.

Skizz loves cheesy mugs, and Scott keeps indulging him. They have a dedicated mug cabinet. Everyone else keeps calling them crazy, but Scott insists that no one can talk about his boyfriend like that.

Skizz was not a jewelry guy before he met Scott. Scott gifts Skizz so much jewelry, and Skizz can’t deny that Scott knows what he’s doing. That man has taste. Every piece so naturally enhances Skizz’s style, and, best of all, they always remind him of Scott, wherever he goes. He got his ears re-pierced for Scott.

Scott is a ring gay irl (we are KIN), and I completely headcanon that with his character. Skizz takes notice of the rings he wears the most often and buys him so many more. Every one that Skizz buys him is Scott’s favorite. Skizz knows Scott’s ring size per finger by heart. This information will be very useful when Skizz wants to propose.

Also, with the amount of work Scott does everyday, Skizz totally bought him a gorgeous blue pen with Scott’s name engraved on it. The ink shimmers without glittering. It’s just enough dramatic flair. Scott has not used a different pen since Skizz gave this to him.

Skizz is a complete sports head. Scott can’t name even one single sport, but he will be damned if he doesn’t support Skizz’s interests. He makes so much food every time Impulse comes over to watch a game. He buys tickets to see local games. He has NO idea what’s going on, but, if it’s men’s sports, he’ll point at the player he thinks is the hottest. Skizz will then, playfully, blow up about why Skizz himself is the hottest, thank you very much, and lather Scott’s face with kisses that tickle. Scott may not know sports, but he does educate himself a little on Skizz’s favorite teams and their players and history. He’s nothing if not supportive.

They’re not a “I need to bite you” couple, but Scott is a “I need to feel you” partner. He’ll sporadically and frantically grab onto Skizz throughout the day. It’s his dose of exercising his right, as Skizz’s boyfriend, to have casual touch with Skizz without it seeming weird. At first, Skizz would stop what he’s doing or saying whenever it happened and ask Scott if he’s okay. Scott’s response is to stare into space for several seconds and then return to what he’s doing. Now, Skizz doesn’t so much as bat an eye when this happens. If anyone asks why Scott does it, Skizz will say that Scott has magic powers and is “analyzing my genetics to figure out how I’m so sexy”. Scott will say “cause I can and no one thinks it’s that strange. Could you imagine if you did it to Skizz? Weird. I’d have to kill you.”

Skizz is a sitcoms guy. Scott is a musicals guy. This does not stop them from getting entirely too invested in the other’s preferred form of media.

Scott loves to take pictures of Skizz, but he always forgets to take pictures of himself. He’s very subtle about it. His camera roll is full of pictures of Skizz, both photogenic ones and not. When Skizz is gone at night, whether working late or on a trip, and Scott can’t sleep, Scott scrolls through his favorite pictures of Skizz.

Skizz tends to be an “in the moment” guy, but, when Scott is particularly photogenic and in amazing lighting, Skizz yells “STAY RIGHT THERE. DON’T MOVE. DON’T CHANGE YOUR EXPRESSION.” Scott will freeze, but his face will do that thing he does where he’s smiling like everything’s okay, but his eyes are wide and unsure and looking around frantically. Skizz will then spend over five minutes trying to find his phone, which is in his pocket the whole time.

Skizz gets frustrated when he has bad days. He sighs a lot and gets more pessimistic than normal and gets angry about little things. Scott’s response is to cup his face press his forehead head to Skizz’s and take deep breaths until Skizz leans into him. Then, they talk about Skizz’s day.

Scott gets teary eyed and anxious on his bad days. He frets about things he usually doesn’t, and he over analyzes every little interaction he has with everybody. He bites his nails, does chores, and grabs onto Skizz more often. When Skizz starts seeing these behaviors, he hugs Scott really tight for several seconds and then softens the hug as a way of releasing all the tension in Scott’s body. Scott melts every time, and he usually falls asleep ten minutes later, exhausted from all that stress.

Scott’s hair is naturally blue. Skizz didn’t know this until he wanted to dye his own hair the same shade just to get a reaction out of Scott. When he couldn’t find Scott’s hair dye, he confronted him about it like a kid who just found out that their parents put the cookie jar on a shelf they can’t reach. Scott laughed so hard.

Skizz is an outdoors person. Scott is not. Scott does it anyway, because you can’t keep your outdoor dog (Skizz) inside all day. It’s just not healthy. He tries to release bugs back into the wild, but he screams every time they move. It always makes Skizz laugh.

Scott has a playlist for absolutely everything. He has never played his Skizz💙 playlist in front of Skizz. He has absolutely played it in front of Cleo, Joel, Gem, Lizzie, and Martyn to the point where they are so sick of it. They unwillingly know every song on that damn list. Joel and Martyn are working together to play it in front of Skizz. It will never work.

Y’all, Skizz has angel wings and Scott has snow owl wings from Empires SMP Season 1. They can preen each other. Their bed is specifically made for people with wings. Also, both of their wings come from divine sources. I’m sure there’s some kind of holy oil or something that Scott washes his wings with once a week that Skizz knows nothing about. Skizz’s wings are so messy. Scott is appalled. He has to teach Skizz proper wing care.

Thank you for reading my ramble!! I wrote a lot because I didn’t want to give you like three if you were expecting more, but then I couldn’t stop💙🩵

[zyonsay]

Snowangels SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

Summary: Warming your heart, even in the biting cold

Reader: Genderneutral

Warnings: Smoking

Now playing: 'Lovers Rock' from TV Girl

AN: Hello people! Im making a snowy series of oneshots :) They're not all directly connected tho

Powdery white snow crunches under your boots. The temperatures have dropped significantly, the cold seeping into your arms and crawling up your legs. Maybe you should break out your thermal clothing again. Your weapon produces a rhythmic rattle against your tactical gear and clothing.

Patrols were one of the rather annoying tasks, but still necessary. If you squint and imagine the abandoned warehouses were Bakeries and Shops along a cobbled village street you could consider this a cozy walk. Or maybe it was cozy enough with the rundown buildings, the ice spikes descending from the roofs and the gently sloping hills of snow.

However, your little melody of rustling and rattling wasn't alone in this sea of white. The Lieutenant  has picked up the habit of assigning himself with you for various tasks and chores. But patrols are his favourite, they are usually just a shared moment of silence. But not the awkward kind, no. He enjoyed your company, even if you two weren't engaging in a lot of chit chat. That's what he liked about you. You didn't feel the need to talk his ear off, but you still shared sweet smiles and knowing glances with him.

Your shoulders tensed lightly, the cold was actually getting to you now. It wasn't just the kind of cold that would bite your nose and cheeks, freezing the tips of your fingers and ears, but the one that lingered on your back, around your waist and made you feel sick.

Simon glanced over at you. It wasn't hard to spot how uncomfortable you were, brows furrowed and your hands rubbing together for any bit of warmth. His eyes laid on you for a little longer, his expression unreadable.

"S'ppose you forgot your gloves?", his voice gruff but something in his gaze softened. With averted eyes and a bite of the inside of your cheek, you nodded. A sigh comes from his massive form, not in disappointment tho, more like a huff od amusement. You were quite the clutter brain, forgetting either your pen, your charging cable, a singular sock and - in this case - your gloves. Simon was used to practically running after you with all the things you've misplaced. With anyone else he would've gotten fed up after the first three times  but you made it seem endearing. He got into the habit of carrying around an extra chapstick, a spare paper clip or a lighter.

"Come here. We're out here for another hour." He stripped the black gloves off the paws he had for hands. They were calloused and rough, but gentle enough for you. With a long stare he dropped the gloves into your cold hands. Those big brown eyes, most of the time they were glossed over with a certain indifference, but sometimes a hint of affection played in them.

With a hastily whispered 'thank you', you slipped on the warm gloves. They were too big for you, but the relief of your hands not getting frostbitten was enough to overshadow that.  Simon was still staring at you, a tendency he had. Your gaze flickered from your hands up at his eyes. His Balaclava covered most of his face, but not those golden lashes. Admittedly, calling them golden was just you glazing, they were more of a dirty blonde hue, but one look at those eyes could make you forget about all of that. Simon fished out a cigarette from an almost empty pack from his pocket.

That's when he realized that he had forgotten a lighter. That has never happened before.

Your hands reach into your right pocket, pulling out a plain black lighter, which you probably bought from some gas station. He gave you a small nod and pulled down his balaclava, just enough to take a long drag of the marlboro red. He reaches out to you, holding the cigarette to your face. With quick hands you pulled your own mask down, connecting your lips with it. Your sweet eyes looked up at him, he could've sworn his heart just skipped a beat.

The tiniest hint of a smile ghosted over his lips, but he was quick to switch back to his usual deadpan expression in an attempt to make him look less like the heart eyed idiot he is. But you let your own smile sit on your lips for another few seconds before continuing your patrol.

Once again the two of you shared a cozy silence and in that moment the grimy brick walls and grey weather felt like a warmly lit cobble street full of bakeries and shops, smelling of cinnamon buns and apple punch.

[kirans-wonderland]

Sebejack Snowtime pt.2

the snow fell heavier…

Let’s go make some snowangels!!

Oh no.. the snow is really picking up now

We’ll take shelter for now…

[d3adbr3inc3lls]

Multiple | Celebrating Christmas | Headcannons

Characters - Spinel, Amethio, Silver, Kieran, Alain, Friede

Spinel

Christmas mornings with Spinel would probably start with him making you some breakfast in bed.

If the two of you are living in an area where it snows, he'll probably opt to cuddle with you, and cook breakfast whilst you're warming up in the shower.

With gifts, if he already hasn't given you what you wanted for your birthday -or hell, any time of the month- you can bet that he'll get you that thing you've been dreaming of.

Best part is- you don't have to ask. Spinel would already know, he keeps tabs of what you search and things you've mentioned that you wanted, so you don't have to worry about anything.

For the rest of the day, you might go out once, but for the majority of it, it's spent inside, watching a movie with mugs of hot chocolate in your hands, being surrounded by your 'mons.

Amethio

Usually, he doesn't celebrate Christmas, he prefers to use the day off for training rather than sitting around and celebrating the birth of a religious figure.

You'd definitely have to introduce Christmas to him. It's not something he participated in, but if it makes you happy, he'll gladly start.

His gifts are usually well thought out. Sometimes he gives you multiple gifts because he sees stuff that keeps reminding him of you.

The rest of the day goes like a regular day, unless you ask him to do something together. To which he'll happily agree to do so.

Over the years, he'll stop treating Christmas like a regular Tuesday because of you. He might still train, but he keeps the day centred around you.

Silver

Just like Amethio, he's not the type to celebrate Christmas at the start. He's obsessed with training and getting stronger to the point he neglects holidays.

Even after the games, he's not used to Christmas, he's always neglected it, but he buys you and his 'mons small gifts because that's what people do.

You'll have to re-introduce him to the whole holiday and you'd have to teach him how people actually celebrate it.

I can see him enjoying Christmas and getting more into it down the line.

With that being said, his gifts start off small whilst he's not used to Christmas, but when he gets more familiar with the holiday, I can see him going out of his way to buy bigger gifts. All the gifts are well thought out -like, starring at an object wondering if you'd like it or not well thought out.

The rest of the day is focused on you and your 'mons. The two of you go out to buy you and your partners some sweet treats and build snowmen or a snow angel or two.

Kieran

Kieran has always liked Christmas, he gets to give gifts and see people's faces light up as they unwrap his gifts and seeing the gifts that Delibird had given him.

After the events of the DLC, Kieran feels a bit too 'grown up' for Christmas, but he still loves to give and receive gifts.

Kieran 10/10 gets you whatever you've been wanting and more. He loves giving you gifts. If he can't get you what you want, he'll settle for a box filled with a lot of your favourite things. Your favourite sweets, plushies/keychains/stickers of your favourite things and if you're a trainer, he'll stuff some pokéballs, revives and anything else you may need on your journey.

All his gifts would be well thought out- he loves seeing you smile.

The rest of the day is spent with making snowmen, snowangels, snowball fights, probably getting sick and cuddling up at home with mugs of hot chocolate and maybe a movie on if you're up for it.

Alain

I can imagine a lazy morning with him, laying cuddled up in his side with his Charizard laying next to you for the added warmth.

When the two of you wake up, he'd probably take you out to a Cafe for some warm drink and breakfast before you guys go home and make gingerbread cookies.

His gifts aren't as thought out -maybe some are. But most aren't- he gets you a lot of gifts that reminded him of you.

Throughout the day, he'd bring you outside to build snow men and do other traditionally Christmas activities.

Friede

If you guys aren't spending time with the RVT/it's before the RVT has started, mornings with him would definitely include him waking you up so the two of you can have breakfast at your favourite place.

He's probably going to be too impatient to wait for you to open your gifts, so he gives you smaller gifts whilst you walk -or drive/fly- to the cafe,

The rest of the day would consist of doing whatever you wanted to.

If you guys are spending time with the RVT, He wakes you up Murdok finishes breakfast -he probably gives you some extra time to sleep in.

The two of you would be together for the rest of the day, but you'd mostly be supervising the kids as they go outside.

In both scenarios - gift wise, Friede would buy you a lot of gifts, all of them reminded him of you in some way.

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A/N: Merry Christmas (eve for some people) chat, hope you have a lovely day,

[hmshermitcraft]

idk why I bother going on anon for (some of) my snowangel asks most of the time it’s painfully obvious who sent them

anyways

thinking about. faery skizz and siren scott. LiL flavored

*specifically changeling skizz

Skizz will be the first to admit, he's never been too good at the whole survival thing. You'd think it would be easy, after all, his whole shtick is survival. Swapped with a human baby, making his way in the human world.

Except, his parents will have you know, he was a delightful baby. And he never returned to the faery world, still has no interest in it. So maybe that's why his survival skills come to a screeching stop.

Because why is he so enamoured by the siren living in the bay? The one that also has a vicious living partner that bears his teeth when anyone gets near - as if a siren alone isn't dangerous enough!

Yet, Skizz still sneaks towards the bay each night and sits by the water. The siren, Scott, was wary of him at first. But now they'll sit and talk. Scott is charming, as a siren should be. Skizz thinks if he's to be eaten, at least knowing Scott will make it worth it.

And if Scott doesn't eat him? Maybe he can find an excuse to show Scott some of the human culture he keeps telling him about. On a date.

[a-rabid-snake]

ArtiSaint Winter Request:

Snowangel activity but Arti just Sizzles the snow around her whilst Saint is just blissfully unaware and kept making Snowangel

Arti just freaked out. She hates doing some stupid meditating things, so she doesn't like this fun.

Saint makes a snow angel yipeee

[chipperchemical]

snowangel (skizz/scott, trust me it's great) 22/26 going into 4? like, for scott's Boogey kill in LimLife

like 4 as a more sort-of apology but there wasn't a prompt for that sooo.... yea

thanku :3

Skizz/Scott - a deceitful kiss and a kiss where it hurts

word count: 548

A/N: wooooh bit of a longer one! i'd never heard of Snowangel before this but i can say that i get it now bhehe :)

requests are now closed!

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The last thing Skizz had felt was cool lips on his and a gentle arm snaking around his waist. The kiss was gentle, a sweet wish of "good luck" right before the new season, and then... sword to the stomach.

Skizz perched on the edge of a riverbed, shoes and socks set next to him and trousers rolled up so that he could rest his feet in the rushing water. It was already becoming sunset and he was still reeling from the insanity of his first day. The sound of a twig snapping came from behind him and he sighed.

"Someone else here to mock me?" He huffed before putting on his best tough-guy voice, "Yeah, well bring it on! Gimme your worst."

"It's just me, Skizz." A familiar voice rang out. Skizz scoffed.

"'Just me', yeah right. As if that means anything." His words clearly weren't enough deflection because Scott still approached and sat down beside him, cross-legged so that he wouldn't get wet.

"I came to apologise." He started, making eye contact although Skizz's vision was glued to the rushing water. The angel could barely see him out of the corner of his eyes, large blue eyes staring right at him, full of sincerity.

"...Go on." He relented, mentally bashing himself for giving in so easily to just a bit of kindness. Scott sighed quietly but not quiet enough.

"I'm sorry for killing you earlier. You were just the only person around, and the curse was just digging at me, and... yeah."

"Yeah, whatever." Skizz tried his hardest to sound unforgiving and stale but he was sure that his uncontrollable hints of emotion were slipping through there somewhere. He knew that Scott was amazing at reading people and he was no exception, no matter how much he wanted to be.

They sat in silence for a moment, the only noises being the lapping of rushing water and the creaking noises of the vacant world at night. Wordlessly, Skizz felt a hand cup his face and tilt him to face Scott, finally forced to make eye contact with his betrayer.

Scott slowly leaned in to Skizz, giving him plenty of time to push away or back out... and yet he didn't. Skizz felt no need or want to remove himself from any of this, so he just inched the tiniest bit closer himself and met Scott in the middle. Cold lips on his, and a gentle hand caressing his cheek: the deja vu almost made him flinch, but he assured himself that he was safe this time.

He raised his own hand to rest on the back of Scott's head, tangling the blue hairs between his fingers and revelling in the familiar comfort of it all. This kind of soft reassurance was something they never often got from the Life Series so Skizz treasured every savoury moment of it, memorising how the hair feels in his hand and the soft lips on his and the water on his feet. He almost felt like he could cry.

"I'm sorry." Scott whispered between kisses, now revealing to Skizz that silent tears were streaking his face during their kiss.

"Don't be." He hushed back, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles on the back of Scott's head, "Even if you are a jerk."

[fluffansmut]

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Fairy’s first Christmas- December 5

Snow days

Advent calendar | masterlist

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When you awoke on Eddie’s chest that morning the first thing you noticed was how the windows were frosted.

“Eddie!! Look” you exclaimed, pushing at his cheek with both your hands to wake him up.

“What?” He asked, sitting up a little.

He plucked you from his shoulder and held you in his hands as he glanced around the room.

“Oh it has snowed” he said.

You put your hands at your sides and gave him a pointed look.

“What? “He asked.

“You could sound more excited.” You stated.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted breakfast first or if we were to just head out there directly..” Eddie asked and before he was finished you was already busy wrangling yourself into the winter coat that Eddie made you from a glove.

“Hang on baby”

Outside the snow was piling up quickly.

Eddie almost tripped as he made his way down the steps outside the trailer.

You on the other hand took advantage of your wings and was already way ahead of him.

“Look at my snowangel” you prompted as Eddie made his way over to you.

He eyed the little mark in the snow and a look of amusement spread across his face.

There were a mark from your head, and your arms and legs making the “wings” and “skirt” of the angel, but there were also prints of your own wings, so what he was looking at, looked like a double winged creature that really could be straight out of a DnD manual.

“It’s definitely unique” he said, which made you glance up at him in confusion.

“What do you mean by that?” You asked, eyes watering.

“Oh no, baby, it’s very pretty” Eddie said, brushing away some stray tears from your cheeks with his gloved pinky.

“What do you want to do out here?” Eddie asked once you were calm again.

“Snowman?” You asked with a smirk.

“Of course!” Eddie said and instructed you to go find the perfect sticks for his arms.

He began to roll tiny snowballs in the meantime.

He wondered for a second as you zoomed off how this looked to his neighbours.

It must really look like this young adult is out playing in the snow, mumbling to himself.

“Well… they already think I’m a freak so why not.”

You returned moments later with not only sticks but also small stones for eyes.

“Aren’t you the best collector ever” Eddie said.

He asked you to put the eyes on the head whilst he fetched a carrot.

When he returned moments later, carrot in hand he found you infront of it, eyeing your work.

The snowman towered over you, but in reality it on only reached Eddie’s mid calf.

“Wanna do the honours?” He asked and offered you both the carrot and a hand to stand on.

“Now he’s perfect” you said and plopped down in Eddie’s palm to admire the snowman infront of you.

[fllagellant]

I honest 2 g-d believe Wyll is a winter man … I think he loves ice fishing and ice skating and catching snowflakes on his tongue and making snowmen and snowangels and snowball fights .. I think he likes to curl up with a warm mug of cider and watch the snow come down and I think he likes hiking thru the plains and taking in the crisp , cold air .. I think he likes it A Lot