#bath and body works snowman

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Bath and Body Works Snowman Candle Holder and Plate

Holiday 1995

Found on Ebay, user  mastu4278 

[twinklesparklelights]

[lazyjellyfish300]

12 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 ~ 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

Synopsis: Christmas Eve baking turns smutty with Coach!Miguel 🍪🎄Words 1.2k

CW: MINORS DNI, X FEM!READER, LIGHT ANGST, DIVORCE, FLUFF, SMUT(P IN V, BREAST/NIPPLE PLAY, FINGERING, CUM)

a/n: was supposed to be written for a dear moot 😭💕 ILY Vicky wherever you are. 😭🎄🎁

12 days of smutmas masterlist 🎁🎄

dividers by @/saradika-graphics,pics from Pinterest

"And now we need to add three cups of flour...haah, Miguel, are you paying attention...?"

You slowly breathed out as you felt a faint tickle at the nape of your neck. A fanning breath from your tall husband at your back. 

Miguel's eyes, coarse and rich like the chocolate chips he loved to steal out of the bag(and denied doing so), hang heavy with the irresistible sight in front of him, large hands gliding sensually over the soft shape of your bare body underneath your snowman apron that thinly shrouded his most favorite parts of you that would soon be unraveled at his unhurried leisure. 

Baking naked together had been your idea, but soon you discovered this little plan of yours may have entailed more than you bargained for when the added element of being snowed in and deprived of one another for weeks came with a heavy dose of raw desire fueled by the tranquil atmosphere. 

It was Christmas Eve. All light in the apartment was non-existent except for the residual glow of multi-colored lights and fireplace that carried from the adjacent living room, bathing the air in a way that was subdued and balmy.

Little Gabriella's jovial cries that once graced the halls were at her mother, Dana's, and Miguel had awaited this night with dread knowing this would be the first year he'd be forced to go without hearing them after the foundation of his home had been shaken.

Enter you, and, for the first in a long while, the feelings of loneliness were kept at bay long enough that he started to believe that Christmas could feel whole once again from having the assurance and warmth of another person by his side. 

Now, it was here, in the intimate solitude on the dawn of the holiday, that the festive backdrop of Nat King Cole on casual repeat only further endeared you to this gorgeous man that awakened the parts of you that you thought were asleep. 

"Miguel..." 

"I'm listening..." He mumbled worshipfully as his hands couldn't help but portray the opposite, skimming lowly along the raised surface of goosebumps that pebbled all over your naked back. 

He hums as a rough palm skids past the pale blue canvas that hugged your bare breasts, in search of the perky nipples that were hardening underneath his lingering touch. "Three cups of flour, and then..." 

He pauses as his knuckles brushed what hair concealed the smooth skin of your neck away from him, leaving a prolonged kiss in his wake.

"And then..." You let out a haggard breath as the recipe book you were holding clattered to the floor, bracing both hands in a death grip on the flour dusted countertop. "Goddamn it, Miguel..." 

You sighed and parted your thighs, making way for Miguel's thick finger that made tantalizing work of slow circles along the pearly slick that had begun to build steadily and drip ever since the winter sun  had dipped below the horizon. 

"I think it was vanilla extract..." He purred as his solid muscle bestowed you warmth more potent than the mild cackles of the fireplace that hummed against your ear. 

He squeezed your left breast in his free hand while his finger rubbed along the wet puffy lips of your cunt, just ghosting past your velvety clit that pulsed more steadily with each passing movement. "Did it come before, or after the eggs...?" 

"Miguel..." You huffed as you bit back a smile with lustful frustration when he buried his face in your neck. "Don't play with my pussy and expect me to give you coherent answers." 

"I'm not the one who insisted on baking with no clothes on." 

"Well, what about the fundraiser...?" You asked in a honey ladden tone as you turned around and coyly cocked your head to allow him more access. 

"Grocery store's open after Christmas..." He smiled against your neck before sinking to his knees and disappearing underneath your apron, feeling the brush of his wavy umber locks as those plump lips teased along your left inner thigh, followed by the right. 

"Fuck the fundraiser. Miguel, don't stop..."

You sighed as the ingredients were haphazardly pushed to the side in the heat of blinding passion, going back to those breathy pleas when your bare back met the coolness of the granite countertop, calves resting on his shoulders as Miguel began to slowly lap at the warm, glistening feast in front of him. 

Perhaps the divorce did shift things, yes, but something long lasting was being forged in flour dusted cheeks and too much tea. 

You reflected as the inner corners of your eyes began to wet with fuzzy pleasure when his slick coated jaw underneath those mesmerizing brown eyes came up to gaze at you as one long finger gently pushed past your dribbling entrance, followed by a second. 

He watched, entranced as he wetly squelched and massaged each one of his fingers in and out of you until it coated his wedding ring. 

It was cemented in the kind of laughter that aches your belly and the ember your lover ignites with a look from across the room that comes from months of inhabiting the other's space. The knowing that comes from loving. You and him. 

Now, your apron was discarded somewhere along the fervid trail that departed the kitchen, and your back was arched beautifully against the plushy cushions of the couch. You raised your chin, your pretty lips parting as the soft bottoms of your feet gently grazed the subtle pudge of fat that sat just above his grey flecked, darkened bush. Every sculpted detail about Miguel that embodied his strength was illuminated in the orangey glow of the burning fire behind him. 

You wondered if in a past life your deeds were so benevolent that they had to be rewarded in the present with the tender love of this man who found you when you were not looking. 

This same man who was now steadily fucking his thick, veiny cock into you by the expiring fire with the passion of a million unspoken words. 

A waffle making technique that became perfected because of a pair of glittering eyes with a shiver of sleep in them one autumn morning said she preferred them over pancakes. 

He leaned on his forearms as he cradled the halo along your jawline which was brought out by the shadow of his form swallowing yours, using the position to sink his cock more deeply into the wealth of silky wetness between your thighs that dripped and massaged each groove of his cock. 

Your legs squeezed him like the ice that frosted the streets and quiet rooftop that hung over you both in this heated fest of steamy lovemaking. Miguel panted as his cock strained and his balls drew impossibly tighter with each soft bounce of your breasts with every deliberate thrust of himself into you. 

Syrupy, milky white soon leaked all over your soft mound, coating both forests of your pubes in a sinful gloss. 

The fire wasn't so quickly extinguished, however, as he slowly traced the fat tip around your weeping hole, using the mixture to allow himself to quickly slip inside you deeply again with another groan, nails digging in his back as you prepared for another round of many that would surely last until the snowflakes no longer clung to the fresh blankets of  Christmas snow. 

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[jenosbliss]

When He Builds a Snowman ☃️🦌

pairing. gn!reader x jisung | genre. fluff | wc. 651 | warnings. none

“If you’re trying to make Olaf, you’ll need three snowballs for his body,” you said with a yawn, stepping into the backyard and watching Jisung struggle to stack a giant snowball on top of another.

“Three snowballs? What a weird snowman,” he muttered, sighing as he fished out his phone to double-check the picture of Olaf.

“Exactly! That’s why he’s my favorite—he’s unique.” You smiled, but Jisung was already back to work, so focused you weren’t even sure if he’d heard you.

“I’m going to take a bath,” you announced, but he didn’t so much as glance your way. “Hope you’re done by the time I get back!” You sighed, shaking your head, but you couldn’t help the fond smile that spread across your face. Taking one last look at him huddled over his snowy masterpiece, you mumbled to yourself, “He’s the best,” before heading inside.

A few days ago, you’d both been struggling to pick a movie to watch when Frozen popped up. It wasn’t even a debate—you’d hit play immediately. Somewhere in the middle of the movie, when Olaf made his grand entrance, you’d sighed dreamily and mumbled, “Olaf is the best character ever. I love him so much.”

Jisung, who rarely reacted to your random outbursts, had nearly dropped the popcorn. “You love him?” he blurted, clearly scandalized. “An animated snowman?”

You couldn’t stop laughing at the horror on his face. “Yes! He’s cute, funny, and different from every other character,” you said, still giggling.

Jisung had rolled his eyes dramatically but then muttered, “Should I build him as the snowman for Christmas?”

You’d practically shot upright, excitement written all over your face. “Are you serious?”

He just chuckled, shrugging like it was no big deal. “Very much.”

What you hadn’t expected was for him to actually follow through. Yet here he was, working tirelessly since early morning, determined to bring Olaf to life for you.

When you returned to the backyard, wrapped in a cozy sweater, your jaw dropped. “Oh my God! It looks so real!” you shouted, running up to the snowman with childlike excitement. You circled it, inspecting every detail like it was a priceless sculpture.

Building an Olaf snowman had always been a dream of yours, and now it was standing right in front of you, thanks to him. “It’s perfect! Thank you so much, Jisung!” You practically bounced on your toes, adrenaline coursing through you as you leaned in to kiss the side of Olaf’s snowy face.

The cold hit you instantly, and you recoiled, shivering. “Bad idea,” you muttered, wiping your lips.

Jisung, watching this entire scene, crossed his arms and pouted dramatically. “So, Olaf gets a kiss, but the guy who made him doesn’t?”

You smirked at him. “Olaf’s a snowman, and you’re just… a man.” The words slipped out, and you immediately cringed at how ridiculous you sounded.

But Jisung, ever the drama king, gasped and threw himself onto the snow with a flourish. Rolling around like a lunatic, he popped up moments later covered in snowflakes, grinning like a kid. “Okay, now I’m a snowman too. So?” He spread his arms wide, skipping toward you like a dork.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the laughter bubbling up. “You’re impossible,” you said, grabbing him by the sweater and pulling him close. With a smile, you pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.

When you pulled back, you met his wide-eyed grin. “See? Now that’s how you reward the maker of Olaf,” he teased.

“You’re such an idiot,” you said, shaking your head, though the affection in your tone was unmistakable. “But you’re my idiot.”

“Cringe!” he exclaimed, laughing as he pulled you into another hug.

“Yeah, I know,” you said, groaning with mock embarrassment. “Cringe moment #2.”

But standing there in his arms, snowflakes falling softly around you, you couldn’t imagine a better way to spend Christmas.

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[milkratz]

Don't get Soap wrong - He loved Ghost. The man who he had fought tooth and nail to wiggle into the heart of, who would stare blankly at him whenever Soap made even a slightly suggestive joke, the sharp glare when Soap would would bump shoulders or lightly punch his arm in humor.

It took a lot of work for their conversations to come as easy as they did now: Their comfortable banter on their fields, Ghost telling his outrageously stupid jokes, the way he'd rest his heavy hand on Soap's shoulder, brush their hands together.

The first time Ghost linked their pinkies together, Soap nearly combusted. The feeling of Ghost's soft but well worn gloves against his bare skin. He blamed his cherry red face on the heat in response to Ghost's concerns, but Soap went to bed that night wiggling in bed, face flushed with an uncontrollable smile, just barely muffling his honest to God giggles in his sheets.

The soft kisses shared in the deep of night, how they'd help each other bathe after particularly rough missions. When Soap would patch up the not grievous wounds that Ghost stubbornly refused to go to Med for. How Ghost would comb the dirt and blood from Soap's hair, massage the soap gently but deeply into his scalp.

So yeah, suffice to say they loved each other.

But the bastard was fucking cold.

The first time they shared a bed, Soap was a little confused. When he entered the lieutenant's room, he immediately noted the multiple blankets neatly stacked on the older man's bed (definitely not in regulation).

After all, any time they had touched previously, skin to skin, was most often on the field in the dead heat of the day, or under the warm water on base.

Johnny watched Simon begin to shuffle around the room, folding the blankets over each other with practiced ease. He slid into the bed, back near ramrod straight as he stared at Johnny.

Johnny realized he had been standing blankly just a little too long, seeing as Ghost's hands began to fidget with the edge of the blanket, could see the way his eyes scrunched just a little bit beneath his, yes still wearing his mask to bed, mask.

"Are ye sure?" Soap asked. At Ghost's puppy like tilt of the head, he clarified, "It won't be too... hot?"

"No," Simon said simply, before patting the space next to him. Soap shrugged, climbing into the bed beside him.

The second Ghost's bare hands began to slide up his shirt, he knew why.

With a totally manly, not at all girlish shriek, nope, Soap hurriedly twisted his body away from the icicle of a man. He stared in horror at Simon as the other man's body began to shake with just barely suppressed laughter.

"Yer a fockin snowman," Soap breathed incredulously, reaching out a hand to cautiously touch the skin of Simon's next. Just like his hand, if not just the barest hint warmer.

"Always ran cold," Simon smiled, before reaching over to grab Soap. He slid one hand up to take off his mask, tossing it towards the foot of the bed. He buried his face into the crook of Soap's neck, smiling into his skin as he felt Johnny wince from the sharp cold bite of his nose. "So keep me warm, yeah?"

Soap huffed lovingly, reaching a hand up to run through Ghost's soft curls, humming a small tune as he felt himself begin to drift off. The cold of Simon's skin contrasted the warmth of his own, and the what would otherwise be stifling heat of the blanket. Their legs twined together, Simon's arms wrapped tightly around his waist. It was... comfortable.

At least until-

"Simon, get yer FOCKING COLD ARSE FEET OFF MEH."

[the-offside-rule]

Marc Guiu (Chelsea FC) - Battleground

Day 14 of Christmas

Prompt: Snowball fight

25 Days of Christmas

*again idk who owns this GIF so plz lmk*

Snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky as Marc and Y/n trudged outside, bundled up in layers of scarves and hats. Their breaths puffed in the cold air as they began gathering snow, shaping it into a large mound. "I think ours is going to be the biggest snowman on the street." Marc declared with a grin, patting down a freshly formed ball of snow. Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. "Only if you stop slacking and start building faster!" Marc chuckled and threw a handful of snow in her direction. It landed with a soft puff against her jacket, and she stared at him in shock. "Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be?" She said, bending down to grab her own snowball.

Moments later, the yard was a battleground, laughter echoing as they dodged and pelted each other with snowballs. Marc ducked behind the half-built snowman, launching snowballs back with accuracy. Y/n shrieked and darted to the side, lobbing a retaliatory snowball that hit him right in the shoulder. After what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes, both of them were out of breath, cheeks red from both the cold and the laughter. They finally dropped their last snowballs, breathing heavily, as Marc walked over and rested his hands on his knees. "Call it a draw?" He suggested, grinning through the fog of his breath. Y/n laughed, nodding as she shivered. "Definitely a draw. Let’s head back inside before we freeze!”

Inside, Marc turned on the bath as Y/n wrapped herself in a thick blanket, watching as the steam began to fill the room. She was just about to leave him to it when he grabbed her hand, leading her toward the warm water. She raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Marc, what are you doing?" She asked, half-amused and half-confused. He shrugged, giving her a casual grin. "Nothing I haven’t seen before, right?"

Y/n rolled her eyes but climbed in beside him, settling in as the warmth seeped into her bones. She leaned back, grabbing the packet of chocolate buttons she’d left beside the bath, popping a few in her mouth as she took a sip from her warm cup of tea. But she was taken by surprise when Marc gently tugged her closer, carefully wetting her hair and lathering it with shampoo.

"You don’t have to do that, you know." She murmured, smiling. "I know, but I would like to." Marc replied softly, his fingers working through her hair with a gentle focus. "Besides, it’s part of the full spa treatment, right?" He smiled, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. She laughed, letting her eyes close as he continued to wash her hair with surprising care. By the time they finished, both were completely relaxed, their skin warm and their bodies refreshed from the chill outside.

After drying off and changing into cozy pajamas, they headed downstairs to the living room, cuddling up on the couch. Marc grabbed his phone, already scrolling through takeout options. "What are you in the mood for?" He asked, pulling her closer. "I'd kill for a Chinese." Y/n replied, leaning her head on his shoulder.

He tapped a few buttons, ordering their usual and a few other snacks, then set his phone down. They sat in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s warmth and the lingering smell of her freshly washed hair, his fingers tracing shapes through her pyjamas. A half-hour later, the doorbell chimed, signaling the arrival of their food. Marc hopped up, only to return a minute later with a large box in hand and a mischievous grin. "I may have added an extra order of honey chicken." He admitted as he set everything on the coffee table. Y/n's face lit up. "Oh, you know the way to my heart, Guiu."

Marc chuckled, grabbing a blanket and draping it over them as they settled back into the couch. "Alright, movie time. I’ve got the perfect choice." He picked up the remote, navigating to Home Alone, a classic they both couldn’t resist during the holiday season. "Oh, I may just have to marry you." Y/n murmured, snuggling closer as the opening credits rolled. "Only if you propose, cariño." Marc slung an arm around her, their legs tangled comfortably under the blanket. As Kevin McCallister set his hilarious traps on screen, they shared slices of pizza, feeding each other bites and laughing at the movie’s familiar antics. "I would have been like Kevin." Marc said. "Nobody’s getting past me."

"Oh, please." Y/n teased, elbowing him gently. "You’d be the first one to get caught." Marc gasped in mock offense, pretending to be wounded as he popped a piece of honey chicken in her mouth to silence her laughter. They dissolved into giggles, crumbs scattering as they nudged each other playfully. With the snow still falling outside and the warmth of each other filling the room, they settled in, content and happy. The movie continued, but their laughter became the real soundtrack of the night.

[rockkal]

HOMESTUCK BEYOND CANON NEXT UPD8(s) PREDICTIONS (I'm delusional, btw) /SHITPOST

We get to see Jack Noir be a pathetic little meow meow and has depression because he's too busy working at the mine coal to see his wife

The Felt come into the screen, also somehow snowman, and they all say "We voted for Obama" (this is very important homestuck lore, btw)

Brand new character called HEROIN ADDICT is introduced. Son of Karkat and Dave. Has a brother named John Egbert Strider Vantas

Clover flirts with Jane and gets sent to the weed dungeon. And not like the good weed. I mean like the weed that really feels like shit

Jake becomes new leader of the Felt and Crowbar becomes his dad (Crowbar dad AU, write that down, it'll be on the test)

We get to see Death, the character, talk with ULT Dirk and he brang along the Midnight Crew, Mom Lalonde B1 and Dad egbert because he thinks they're cool (also, Mom Lalonde and Dad Egbert kiss a lot in death's office and have tea and buscuits with the Midnight Crew)

CALIBORN COMES FOR A SINGLE PANEL AND MAKES JUNE OFFICIALLY TRANS! BECAUSE HE HATES JUNE AND HE HATES WOMEN SO HE COMBINES THE TWO THINGS HE HATES INTO ONE (this is a joke, btw. I honestly want June's transitioning to be more in character then just the gremlin guy I like does it for me)

Ms Paint. becomes narrator of both Candy and Meat and it's just a podcast about different types of paint

Something related to The Midnight Crew's creator, Professor Mayasaka or however the fuck ya spell it, something translated into midnight. Whatever. I just wanna see the professor man come in and do something

JANE REVIVES AIMLESS RENEGADE SOMEHOW AND HE GOES GOD TIER! (His Classpect is Mage of Blood because I say so)

Sollux and Eridan kissing

B

Roxy breaks the fourth wall and says "it's Roxy Lalonding time" and Roxy Lalondes all over the place

A bucket appears and yeah

We see Andrew Hussie in a bath robe

Terezi manages to give back the legal rights to Beyond Canon back to their creators (sorry, I forgot your name, mister cool homestuck guy. I forget easily :'(]

Vriska dies. (I hate Vriska! (In a Kismesis way))

Equius comes back to say "I require horse" and then he gets prototyped with the universe frog

Matchsticks gets a personality and we learn he wants to become an actual fire fighter and save people since he was a kid

Stitch becomes hella cool by partnering with Kanaya to beat the shit out of Dirk

Rose just stays Rose because I forgot she existed

21 again but with Dave

June Egbert gets two new dads and they're Eggs and Biscuits from The Felt because it reminds her of her dead dad's cakes

Diamonds Droogs/Draconian Dignitary x Dad Crocker 20 hour oiled up make out session flash animation

Calliope has a child with Roxy. (comment what ya think they would be called)

Dirk eats a baby (it's John Egbert Strider Vantas)

AR gets to have a robo body and becomes friends with AR and Aradia and also Aranea is there to keep them in check and they call eachother the "AR squad", but Aranea is the out cast because she is blue

Eden Gardner (homestuck OC of @springselkie) gets a mention.

Monkeys become relevant to the plot

Jack Noir gets to show us his stabs

Bold Eagles are Aimless Renegade's second power, because he's the only AMERUCAN character in homestuck

Jake gets a beard and celebrates by showing us his level 100 GYAT

What Pumpkin office remains is an important location in the story

Mommy Condie comes back and marries Earth C's version of Colonel sassacres

Freddy Fazber, new character, literally the best. Hor hor hor hor.

Something related to drugs, I guess (I'm running out of ideas)

Fortnite becomes canon and everyone loves it

Deltarune reference

Jack Noir eats money and becomes lamborghini

Jack Noir villain arc where he and June kiss (their kismesis, it's ok. They want to kill eachother)

Rose's wifi is STILL shitty! COME ON, IT'S BEEN 10 YEARS, FIX YOUR INTERNET CONNECTION, GURL!

Kanaya gets to make something Lord English related

We see Doc Scratch because he's awesome

Wayward Vagabond comes back from the grave and does ANOTHER revolution against monerchy. He is truly the best diplomat.

MLP gets mentioned

Problem Sleuth shows up for 5 panels and then dies

Nepeta gets to kill Pickle Inspector

Eridan smokes weed

[S] Terezi: Do the mackarena

Weed chapter

Karkat gets a period cramp

Something something Lord English in black void, becomes normal Caliborn, being room mates with Equius, Gamzee and AR (auto-responder)

Free Bird fight sequence

Joe Biden gets a mention because he was probably in office before the clown fuckers took over D.C. Washington

Cockaine chapter

MSPA reader gets hella blazed and yeah

Caliborn kisses a rule 63 version of a Miku body pillow

Pic Yaoi sequence or smth

Sawbuck stays a fat fuck and eats the earth at the end

Itchy dies from tripping on a rock

Doze unslows himself and does a break dance

Trace and Fin make out session

Quarters gets to shoot ULT Dirk and is declared a war veteran

Bog from RHG shows up to eat a chocolate bar

I'm high

Ok, that was the end of this dumb shitpost. Hope ya got a kick out of it. Or not.

Wait

Shit

I should probably add an image so that I could look cool

Give me a sec

Yes, God of Yaoi.

Perfect for this.

See ya

[gtlurker]

Chapter five! Sorry for not updating in a but I've been busy, this ones kinda short, enjoy!

“Okay, so you need new clothes.” I say while loosely gesturing at Isabelle's threadbear dress that she's clearly had just a few years too long.

We got to the safe house about half an hour ago, and Isabelle has already had three panic attacks and even bit atlas once when he tried to pick her up. She looks down at her dress and then backs up at me, her expression clearly conveying that she doesn't think they make clothes in her size.

“Atlas over here makes doll clothes, I'm sure he has something in your size.” I gesture over to Atlas who is wasting a bandaid on the small bite mark that isn't even bleeding.

Atlas has told me that he plans to be a dressmaker once he gets out of college. He works with me since we make a lot of money in our line of work so he can save up to start his own business. He makes miniature versions of his designs for practice, which im sure would fit isa perfectly.

“I'll draw you a nice bath while atlas grabs those?” i suggest, and she just gave me a weird look. With a sigh I grab a small bowl from the cupboard and set in behind the old breadbox. Most of the kitchen appliances here are pretty old and the house is old despite the money we make.

We have to keep a low profile.

Besides, most of our money goes to buying weapons and extra cars so we can’t be traced. “You can go behind there for a bit of privacy, we won't look, promise.”

Atlas says, and I watch her carefully step behind the breadbox as I fill a cup up with warm water to fill the bowl with. I send atlas to go grab a bit of shampoo, conditioner and body wash in a bottle cap.

My hand Hesitates for a moment when Isabelle lets out a small sound of surprise while I was reaching my hand in to grab the bowl. “Not looking, just grabbing the bowl.” I reassure her.

She reminds me a bit of a squirrel. She jumps at the slightest movement, when we were eating early I saw her stuff a bit of food into her pockets, she's fast, and most notably her size.

Now that we aren't actively trying to escape the lab, I'm able to fully take in her size. She goes against everything I learned in school. Logicly, a person of her unique stature wouldn't be able to produce enough body heat to keep themselves alive and would need to be constantly moving and eating to keep themselves alive. Kinda like how hummingbirds drink sugar water and are constantly in a state of movement.

Yet, here she is. Defying math and logic itself by standing at a mere fourish inches tall and near starving to death via malnourishment and seemingly producing enough body heat to not freeze death.

Hopefully she'll answer my questions and explain what had happened to make her like this before her brother comes to collect her. I can't explain why, but the thought of her leaving makes my heart heavy.

With a sigh, I make sure she has everything she needs before I leave the kitchen to go find atlas. It doesn't take long because he's usually in either one of two places, his bedroom or the studio.

I do the same knock that anna did during ‘do you want to build a snowman’ on the studio door, and wait for his confirmation that i can come in.

“knock normally.” he calls back, i can tell that he's focused. A grin stretches across my face and I proceed to bang on his door, again to the tune of the famous kids song. He groans and I laugh, “come in.”

I enter the studio and am immediately hit with the scent of fabric glue invading my sense of smell, I cover my nose while opening the window closest to him. “What are you working on? And does it need that much glue?” I ask, and atlas doesn't even bother to look up.

“Pajamas, Isabelle needs something to sleep in doesn't she?” he replies dryly, a small sigh escapes his lips as he sets down his pin to look up at me.

“Am I in trouble for hitting you with the car?” i laugh at the question, “of course you are.” he deflates, and goes back to his work. “Unless. . .” I start with a smile in my voice, and he turns back and spins around in his chair immediately.

“Find out everything you can about isabelle.”

[mountsmase]

HIIIIII I AM READYYY

Let’s say it’s your first Christmas living with Mason, you’ve been together for a couple of years and have spent multiple Christmas’s together but you only moved in a few months ago and you’re both excited to spend your first Christmas in your home… I ALREADY LOVE THIS

You have a slow morning (like you always do when you have a day off together), cuddling in bed as Mason has a bit of a lie in, sleeping next to you as you do some research on the best type of tree to buy and how to properly care for it and keep it alive during the build up to Christmas. By the time he wakes up you’ve got a list in your notes of the best stands you can buy and reminders set on your phone for when you’ll need to water it. I THINK I NEED A MORNING LIKE THIS, CAN I HAVE THIS TOMORROW MORNING PLEASEEEE

The drive takes a bit longer than you anticipated, with Mason choosing a Christmas tree farm that’s a little further away from your house - it got better reviews than the one near by and he wants the best tree for you and your first Christmas at home together. It flies by though and you spend the whole journey listening to your favourite Christmas songs, your fingers intertwined over the centre console as you chat away about what sort of decorations you still need to buy for the rest of your home. THE FACT THE CHECKED IN ORDER TO FIND THE PERFECT PLACE TO MAKE IT SPECIAL FOR HERRR

You’re wandering around for almost an hour before you settle on the perfect tree, finding one that’s not too small (I can definitely imagine Mason standing next to it to figure out the height and feigning offence when you claim that a tree the same height as him is not tall enough), whilst still having an even spread of branches and pines before taking it to the front to get it wrapped up ready to go home. HE WOULD GET POUTY AT THE HEIGHT COMMENT 😂😭

You jump into the car after the impromptu little work out in the freezing cold whilst Mason disappears off to the cafe near the entrance to get you both a hot chocolate to warm you up for the drive home. He makes sure to get you extra marshmallows because he knows how much you love them and doesn’t miss the opportunity to tease you about your whipped cream moustache after you’ve taken your first sip. I WANT TO HAVE A HOT CHOCOLATE STOP WITH HIM TOO🥹

Whilst you wait you head upstairs and start running a bath, still feeling chilly after spending the morning outside, but what’s better than a hot bath on a cold day? A hot bath on a cold day with Mason. I ACTUALLY NEED A BATH😌😂

He climbs in first and sits back against the tub, gazing up at you through his lashes as you undress and place your towels onto the radiator and when you’re ready to get in he holds a hand out for you. You step over the side of the tub and between his legs, slowly lowering yourself into the water to rest back against Mason’s body, your back to his chest as he wraps his arms around your waist. UGH THIS SOUNDS SO RELAXING AND COMFORTING 🥺😭

He doesn’t question it, knowing that you love this kind of thing and he secretly does to, the cozy, snowman printed material feeling soft against his skin as he slips the trousers over his legs. THE FACT HE JUST DOES WHAT SHE TELLS HIM TO DO😂😭

HE WOULD BE SO EXCITED TO DECORATE THE TREE I KNOW IT

When it comes to putting on the star you jump onto Mason’s back, needing that little bit of extra height to reach to top of the tree and all he can think about is how excited he is to do this with your own children one day, lifting them up on his shoulders so that they can reach. UGH NOW I'M THINKING ABOUT WHEN THEY'LL HAVE KIDS AND THEY'LL STILL HAVE THIS TRADITION

THIS WAS BASICALLY THE DESCRIPTION OF A PERFECT DAY

THANK YOU SO MUCH BESTIE

I NEEDED THIS CUDDLE AND COMFORT AND HEALING AFTER THE WEEK I HAD

CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE

I FEEL VERY FESTIVE NOW😂🤭🩷

Ahhh I’m so glad you liked it 🤭

Way more Christmassy concepts to come 🎄

[waywardrose]

Hey ho! How are you? If you havent already been asked them, im curious to know you preferences for question 25, 38, 46 💗

25 = perfume/body spray or lotion?

I use all the scented things. The scent in lotions don't last on me, though. Even Bath and Body Works. I have both perfumes and body sprays. Body sprays I use on the inside of my clothes when I'm not wearing perfume. I'm currently using my last Vampire Blood from BBW.

As far as perfumes, I cycle through Givenchy's Play (for her (discontinued)), Kayali's Eden, Killian's Black Phantom, YSL's Black Opium, Burberry's Hero EDT, Alhambra's Kismet Magic, Swiss Arabian's Shaghaf Oud, Lattafa's Nebras, along with various BPAL scents I'm trying to use up.

38 = a soap bar that smells good?

Anything from Mistral. They're expensive, but so worth it. A bar will last me two+ months. I'm partial to Champagne Peony and Lychee Rose. However, all their scents are lovely.

46 = favorite holiday film?

Depends on the holiday.

Halloween is for vampires: Interview With the Vampire, Only Lovers Left Alive, The Lost Boys, Thirst (2009), Near Dark (1987), Vampire Hunter D, Blade, From Dusk Till Dawn, What We Do In the Shadows, and Bram Stoker's Dracula.

Honorable mentions for Halloween: The Shining, Candyman (1992), Final Destination, Suspiria (1977), Sleepy Hollow, Practical Magic, The Witches of Eastwick, The Craft, The Love Witch

Christmas is for classics: Meet Me in St. Louis, Bell Book & Candle, Scrooged, A Christmas Story, Singing In the Rain, A Wish for Wings That Work, The Snowman (1982), The Polar Express, White Christmas, The Holiday, The Muppet Christmas Carol, and National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation.

P.S. Hi! I'm good, but tired. Spent my entire evening on yardwork. Which is why I'm answering this so late. 😩

Questions from weirder asks!

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Bath and Body Works "The Snowtown Collection" Tealights

Holiday 1999

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[sketchyallstar]

Overwatch OC

- Dr. Lenora Brown, Astrobiologist for Lucheng Interstellar and crew-member of the first piloted rocket to incorporate Slipstream technology, was exposed to a highly toxic concentration of spores on another planet right before she was attacked by a parasite of sorts. The alien that had latched onto her arm was consuming the toxins from Lenora’s body, but any attempt to remove the creature from her arm would potentially kill her and the parasite. Instead, Lenora bravely chose to bear this burden and started growing accustomed to her strange new companion, which she named Nettle. Once the crew got back home, Lucheng Interstellar put her and the creature through rigorous tests to determine the threat level of the alien and to generally see what it could do. Every day feeling more and more like a lab rat in a cage, Lenora broke out with the help of her parasite friend and sought refuge with Overwatch.

- With this design I wanted to communicate her gameplay straddling the technological and the biological, with one side being uniform and the other being chaotic. I’m working with two different complimentary color pairs, Green/Red and Blue/Orange, and I hope they stand out from each other enough because I want to convey how the two entities come from different worlds but they can still work together.

- Gameplay Ideas:

- Primary Fire: Nettle shoots poisonous spines in a spread fire burst, dealing some small amount of tick damage for a brief period

- Secondary: Tool gauntlet fires a paralyzing burst of electricity that impedes an enemy for a moment, like a taser, also dealing damage

- LShift: Throwing down capture modules (hard light nets) to impede an enemy’s movement for a few seconds

- E: Nettle expands slightly and takes a bite out of an opponent (cooldown time is Nettle digesting)

- Ultimate: Berserker Mode - Nettle expands over Lenora’s shoulders and goes into a protective rage, tearing into any opponents nearby

- Voice Line Ideas

- Houston, we got problems! A lot of problems…

- *shocked and upset* I thought you only ate mushrooms! (Response to Nettle taking a bite out of someone)

- *woozy* What just… did I black out for a second? (After using her Ult.)

- Alright Nettle, let loose! (Activating her Ult.)

- We’ve trained for this, we’ll win this together!

- *squelching and gargling sounds from Nettle* Wha- no! You can’t have a snack now, we’re in the middle of something!

- Is everyone ok? I didn’t hurt anyone, did I? (After using her Ult.)

- Skin Ideas:

- The general chromas

- Winter: the spikes that she shoots can be ice, maybe she can be covered in snow, her alien looking like a snowman-monster thing? Like Marshmallow from Frozen. Meanwhile her outfit can be sort of a snow zombie, a frozen husk. Reminicient of the Vashta Nerada from Doctor Who, the shadows that made people in spacesuits into skeletons.

- Christmas: The alien takes on a furry look, very Grinch-like, and OC is half Grinchified and half festive, like a Who from Whoville mid-transformation into becoming the Grinch

- Summer: What would she wear to the beach? One strap bathing suit, jacket tied around her waist, hair tied up, water shoes, alien gets an arm floaty to help stay above water and some sunscreen on both faces.

- Halloween: Maybe lean into horror movie aliens, like the chest burster, the Predator, the Xenomorph, the shape shifting Thing, etc., and she could have a partly destroyed space suit that obscures her face for the creep factor

- Magical girl skin because Sailor Moon; her alien can be a glittery magical companion wrapped around her arm (not like normal where it’s embedded in her arm); If this was a skin line I’d give Mei, D.Va, Kiriko, and Symmetra magical girl skins as well, their companions being Snowball, the Bunny Mech, the Fox Spirit, and the turrets respectively. Maybe Hanzo and Genji can have their dragons as companions where they’d be magical boys in the same vein as Tuxedo Mask but with actual powers.

- Chinese New Year: the alien can be a little Chinese dragon puppet on her arm, and she can dress in Chinese formal attire

- Dragon Tamer; inspired by HTTYD, medieval fashion, leather padding and bits of armor, markings on face can be war paint, alien is a little dragon wrapped around her arm

[lilroskox7]

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[azriel-delacroix]

Azriel turned from the open door, moving instead to lean against it as he observed the Prince in front of him. So quick to think so little of himself, but he knew that it was centuries of being told such, of feeling such, that made Lust end up that way. "You pulled this off without a hitch," the witch said with a curt shrug. He may have hated the plan and where he ended up because of it, but Az also couldn't deny that Lust pulled it off perfectly. Sure, he was aided by a witch that he was going to have to have a good talking to later, but the Prince was the one who had to go through with it. The witch hummed in agreement, "I became the coven's interrogator for a reason. The mind is my playground, people's fears and nightmares my ammunition." Yet, if Azriel wasn't dream hopping into other's minds, he was forced to stay in his with nothing to keep him company other than his ghosts. His eyes dropped to the offered hand, a brow raising before shaking his head slightly. "Let's hope you keep that mentality," Az said as he grabbed the offered hand and simply pulled Lust with him to where the couch was, pulling two of the cushions off to place them on the floor in the open space facing one another– waving for the other to sit down. "Witches have pros and cons to their abilities. A pro is that no one can get into my mind without an invitation. I didn't know if it would work against your King, but since he hasn't visited, I'm assuming it's holding out still," the witch explained as he got candles from a cupboard and placed them in a circle around the cushions before taking a seat opposite Lust. "I don't like to invite people into my mind simply because it's an... intimate ordeal. My emotions are your emotions, even if they're just from memories. Everything I feel, no matter the degree, you will feel. An invasion of privacy I'm not exactly used to nor have I done often on myself." In a simple wave of his hand, the candles lit to life, an ambient glow bathing the two before he reached out his hands much like Lust had offered. "Take a deep breath and close your eyes," Az coached, following his own advice before using their connected hands to all but pull Lust's consciousness into his mind just as he had done with his brother many years ago for the very same reasons, however even Kai didn't know the full story of him. Their consciousnesses in the form of their physical bodies appeared in a space of endless white, forever ongoing– sound distorted and echoing from all directions. "One con of mine is that I don't have a normal dreamscape that people have in their minds. It's usually a favorite place, a safe spot that you go to mentally and don't even realize it," Azriel said as he manipulated the space around them and white bled away to one of his fondest memories before everything. The two of them standing on the lawn in front of a cobblestone house; snow coming down heavily as two young boys built a snowman decked out in snowsuits, knit caps and mittens. "Me and my younger brother," he said finally, "I think we were about four and six here."

Lust normally would have gone straight to Gluttony out of habit as a confidante spilling his worries over this plan, but he only had enough time saying a quick goodbye and letting his best friend know he was leaving with Azriel in tow. A painful goodbye, an instant moment where Lust nearly reverted from ever going through with this unwavering plan or considered taking Gluttony with them, but his presence posed the greater danger, a foothold the King would use to his advantage. "I don't like this either, but I didn't need to tell you that." The prince breathed a silent sigh of relief as Azriel's pacing ceased, feeling his stressful anxieties take a plummeting dip into some level of calm. "In the grander scheme, I probably would've done something that fucked up whatever the master plan included. I know waiting around isn't your favorite past time, but it's the difference between living and dying." Lust knew he had approximately zero right asking for the deepest traumas after playing shady. Drugging the booze and kidnapping wasn't a favor-inducing kindness, yet, Azriel wasn't quite shutting him down. At least they weren't traveling in the wrong direction. "The mind's a powerful collection for remembering the shit we'd rather forget. It's nasty, baby, and unforgivable." He considered the witch's words before reaching out a hand in offering, "Then show me. I'm not afraid of a little unpleasant experience." Will he regret doing a deep dive into his Prince's mind and witness atrocities he could only imagine? Maybe, but he needed to do this for Azriel.