#blood it will take blood advent opening

[madegeeky]

BLOOD IT WILL TAKE BLOOD day 7: ummmmmm.... vibrating eye cream.

Yep.

I dunno what to do with that either.

Must have stood there for at least a few minutes laughing before I just handed it to Mr. Geeky so he could see what I was laughing at.

The lotion is thin and creamy which I like for face lotions. There's a very faint pleasant soap smell. It does indeed vibrate when you hit the switch. Other than that I just ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

I mean, I'm gonna try it out, of course I am, this is fucking hilariously absurd. But I have serious doubts that this will actually do anything.

Bonus points for originality, I suppose. I sure wasn't fucking expecting to open a box that has vibrating eye cream in it.

[yunimayie]

𝜗𝜚 (HIS) ONLY

ft. dazai, chuuya, atsushi, akutagawa x fem!reader ; how they spend their december with you. cws; tooth rotting fluff, not edited, may be ooc.

love, runi. dear gosh its been so long since ive written 😭... i have a nsfw draft in the works, but i was feeling fluff atm 🙂‍↕️💗. i hope i did the boys justice 😭😭 and it doesnt seem too ooc :(. additionally, i don't think i'm going to disclose the actual reason for being offline for so long. am i sorry for deactivating? nah...

the 24th — his hands ran cold, puffs of icy air battling the hot cry of warmth. he could feel the ache in his bones, yearning for the fire a room away. "isn't it cold?" you ask dazai, who was sitting upright on the edge of your shared futon. "it is," he answers, a whisper so loud, even the wind howls with it. you shift away, holding the large coze of your blanket up high, a cave forming in mere seconds. "then get in." you say with a tired face, "i'm cold too, 'samu." warm me up, he almost missed. without protest, he curls up into your arms—embrace heating the ac he calls his blood. "can't sleep?" you ask the obvious, knowing he appreciated the sentiment anyways. "no." you can feel the small shake his head makes, as slow as a toddler may stand to understand physics, dazai is the same with himself.

it was confusing, all energy he focuses on you, is forced back on him with a stern lecture from you. every bicker and mumbles of defeat helps see the purpose of your intentions. "how are you going to take care of me, when you can't take care of yourself?" a question he could argue with, but deep down—he'd ponder the same question in his head. if he took care of himself, it'd make you happy, and him feeling unsure. if he took care of you, it'd make him happy, at the cost of your disappointment with him. take care of yourself, osamu. you'd always cry sheep as you comforted him. the same building resentment of having his freedom forced onto a schedule quietly turned into appreciation for your efforts.

you didn't leave him. didn't need to help him. you did anyways, the warm flutter he always feels whenever his hand grazes yours or the accidental eye contact throughout the day, was already telling enough. dazai wasn't obligated to show any gratefulness, and neither were you—yet you still did it. and every year since the day of your anniversary, there was always something special waiting for him. clothes, games, your love; everything, was there, in a box wrapped with his blues and your yellows. he envisions each gift to the tune of a shake from the box. each of them perfect, and what he preferred to have on this special occasion.

the 24th, his special gift waiting for you under the tree. to be opened, to be named, that's up to you to guess. but the small gift glistening underneath, cannot wait 'til morning. "i wonder what you got me." he feels your chest rumble softly. in almost an instant, the wear and tear of his job finally catches up to him. "you'll find out soon." dazai smiles against your chest, the soothing lullaby of your breathing nearly puts him to sleep. "happy anniversary, osamu. i hope you'll like my gift tomorrow." a few small circles rub dazai's head. he doesn't fall asleep until you do first. "i know i will," his voice quieter, gentler, matching the tempo of the dying breeze. and you'll love mine too, goes unheard. baby steps, baby steps were still baby steps.

the 25th — you looked just like a dream, the prettiest girl he's ever seen. in chuuya's mind, nothing quite comes and goes as slowly as your beauty. in fact, everyone assumes it's permanent by how he's so enamored—consumed with adoration. it should come as a surprise to no one, when he gifts you a personalized advent calendar to count down the days of his super secret selection of affection that chosen day. first it was hugs all day, then came kisses on the 3rd, and—oh he was so overwhelming with his love! and yet, you could never be bore of it. an excited squeal always left your mouth as soon the clock hit midnight, chuuya already making preparations for his swooning affection for the month of deer. "how's today?" he asks, seeking your approval from the early box picking. "perfect," you say, "i think you'll have me falling from the balcony with the way i'm falling for everything you do for me." he chuckles, "don't die yet, you still have a day, counting six extra, left."

the following day, you're awoken to the soft scent of cinnamon and marshmallows filling the tiniest gaps of air. you struggle to waken fully, still groggy from your late night endeavors with chuuya. matter of fact, where was he? it wasn't unusual for him to leave in the yawn of morning hours, but on his month off.. assuming the solution by the smell, you make way to the kitchen where chuuya stood behind a counter. he notices you in his vision before releasing a blinging smile. "good mornin' beautiful." a wink catches your eye, "couldn't sleep without me?" he says while patting fluffy pancakes down, each stacked imperfectly delicious with a drizzle of syrup and fruits decorating it. "and if i did?" you match his tease, creating an easy tension that could dissolve in any minute.

"well then, i won't keep ya' waiting." his lips form a familiar slant. using his ability to carry the plates and breakfast stand, chuuya's arms are already lifting you bridal. "why're you out of bed? i thought i gave myself enough time to surprise you." he nearly pouts to your face, not embarrassed to do so in front of you. you laugh it off, " 'tis okay, chu." booping him, he drops you onto the bed as some sort of petty revenge. "only if you say so." his lips met your cheek, propping the breakfast tray as you perched on your bottom. your stomach growled in anticipation, kneading the inner lining of your stomach. "well?" he asks, awaiting your approval once again. you picked up a fork and stabbed it into the fluffy pancake. bringing it up to his face, you tell him to open his mouth.

"first bite!" you nudge it closer, "okay," and without another word, chuuya took the entire thing into his mouth, "mmm - wow delicious. why don't you say; thank you chef nakahara." the mischievous in his tone was hard to miss—a smirk you wanted to wipe off his face. "you're welcome my princess." a giggle escaped with it. acting annoyed with the nickname, chuuya sneakily placed a dot of syrup on your cheek. "chuuya!" you gasp, scrambling to wipe away the sticky substance. "my bad, dear prince."

a small smack hit his shoulder, "go away!" nodding his head, he moves to get up, but is stopped by a small tug on his arm. "and bring me my gifts please." he thinks for a moment, arms relaxing and his body sinking back onto the bed. "oh? you mean the ones i threw in the fire to keep you warm last night? those presents? from under the tree?—ow! kidding!" he threw his arms up in surrender after getting smacked again, this time harder.

the 16th — when it came to december, atsushi was no stranger to the cold weather. being nearly stripped of everything but rags for clothes, he often got sick without compromise from the orphanage. when it came to his life in the agency—his life with you—he was taken care of, given affection he was denied, able to show the vulnerability the director shut down. in his own little mind, you were the stage centerpiece; a transition from the filthy pinecone to the golden star he finally got to place on his tree. "quiet," he almost flinches, until he heard a melody instead of the desolate, angry, mob. he opened his eyes, eyes blinding him with your beauty. "an angel?" he questions, still hazed from his pain. "no," you laugh, replacing the towel on his head, "[name]."

"[name]..." he repeats, affirming his belief of being fine and alive. in your shared home—kyouka standing beside you. "is he going to be okay?" her weary voice echoes concern, to which you pat her head and tell her to fetch some more water. "of course he is, he's atsushi. i need a refill, can you do it for me?" with kyouka hurriedly jogging away, you're left alone with atsushi. he moans, his joints aching with every twist. "are you doing okay?" you ask, rubbing soft circles on his palm. "feel so nauseous." he mumbles, throat hoarse like the attack on trojans. you cooed, a sweet lullaby that comforts him through thick and thin, "feel better soon, m'kay?" he bobs his head like copier, obedient. atsushis' peace answers with silence.

admist your little moment, kyouka arrives back with the water in hand. she hands you the small bowl and takes her seat next to you again. "he seems at ease," she notes. "does he?" you question, busying yourself with replacing the towel every now and then. "mhm," she nods, "i'm glad." a small smile comes foward on her dollified expression. kyouka also takes notice of the faint blush resting on his face, daint and obvious. she doesn't speak up about it, opting to pop the question in when atsushi was better. for now, she'll wonder what you two had talked about while she was out of the room.

the 31st — if akutagawa had any say about attending any gift-related events, he'd stay home. if akutagawa had any shred of empathy left, he'd conserve it just for you. a mistake, honestly. he curses to the devils' and above for forcing his heart to ponder sweetly for you. "no," he says, unwavering in his decision. "but, ryu!!" you whine so casually, wanting him to give in and get out of his comfort zone. you knew it wasn't an easy task, seeing as your beloved friend preferred to stay within the four white walls the port mafia created. "annoying," he grumbles, eyes tilting blinding anger, "leave me be." he shoves past you, destined to cast away your binding spell. you stand there, resolve strong as ever while defending against hollow words. "be that way," you sigh, "but before you leave, let me give you this." you pull out a small present, throwing it to akutagawa who caught it with rashomon.

"what's this?" he inquired, an annoyed grunt passing his lips when you don't answer and turn on your heels to leave. annoying, he thinks again. he decides to unravel his gift later, when he was in the comforts of his own home. "what's inside?" gin poked at it, wanting her brother to hurry it up already. "don't know, [name] gave it to me]." he sighs—a gentle remonstrance. gin nods in understanding, waiting eagerly for her brother to tear the paper apart. inside laid a small box, "is it jewelry?" akutagawa shrugged his shoulds, "might be."

he uncovers the tiny trinket inside. it appeared to be a plain, silver lining necklace with nothing attached. at the bottom of the box, a note read; a pitiful necklace for your grey home, truly, a noteworthy gift you thought of. "seems like [name] really likes you," gin jokes about. akutagawa was quick to shut it down though, not in the mood to entertain any lovey dovey tease. "alright, alright," she giggles, "are you going to the party tonight?" she switches the topic. the mafia didn't often hold parties—this year being an exception—to keep their reputation in check. "no, i don't think i will." gin pouts at her brothers' rejection. "i won't force you, but maybe you'd enjoy it." you'll see [name], is what she's implying. as much as he can deny the pointed accusations, it was obvious to others around, that akutagawa held a soft spot for you. he grounded himself, "no." his mental fortude will not be broken down by measly gifts. "mhm–okay," gin hides her grin exceptionally well.

on the day of the party, you're feeling gorgeous in your outfit, hair done and kept to match it. you greet others with polite grace, "good evening to you too executive ozaki." you return her greeting. she does a curt bow before leaving the short talk. hunger gnawed a tight grip on your stomach, a loud growl emitting nothing against the loud chatter of the room. you scan the area for the nearest buffet table to ease your hunger. spotting none, you traverse the mounts of cleanliness ordor into another area of the building, where you laid eyes on an exquisite high-top table filled to the edge of some of your favorites. your inner-self squealed in excitement, still needing to maintain your professional composure while walking down to it.

the closer you got, a familiar voice rang nearby. "i'd rather not talk about it," he adjusts the chain sitting on his neck, your eyes catching wind of his movements unbeknownst to him. "aww, c'mon akutagawa! just tell us!!" tachihara whined drunkenly, using gin as support as he leaned on her. "no," he says. "my brother is a little shy on the outside. don't worry tachihara–i promise he's feeling fluttery on the inside." gin reassures her friend with light taps on his hand. "am not." he glares, hardly ever removing that mean scowl of his. tachihara was about to make a scene until he flinched from your voice, "it's all in the tone, tachi," your half assed smirk eased in—delighted to see akutagawa wearing your gift, "the chain suits you, doesn't it?" you smile, that teasing glint shining in your teeth nearly makes the man in question falter.

"it does," he mutters, walking away with a clenched heart—the blush on the tip of his ears giving away his true feelings.

@ yunimayie—everything is owned by mayira, she doesn't appreciate copyright breaches.

anyways lil rant at the bottom but, if ur not a writer, then u have no right to complain abt the amount of smut to fluff ratio 😭 (even then, as a writer, u should understand that complaining is not going to change anything).

im also tired of yall bitching abt everything in the x reader tag 😐 gtfo the place where ppl come to READ fics, not read ur bitching 🙏!

[complaining abt xyz] "oh im going to put this in the x reader tags to gain attention and sympathy for my cause!" OH MY FUCKING GOD SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

anyways, hello guys ik i wasn't gone for that long, but it feels like forever (cause i haven't written anything good yes ik). buuut.. my hyperfixiation on bsd isnt leaving anytime soon so why not make the most of it rn and write again. next fic is def smut 😴🤞.

[allywthsr]

GINGERBREAD HOUSE | (l.norris)

summary: you and Lando make the gingerbread house challenge, while streaming

wordcount: 1.2k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of blood (but no actual bleeding)

notes: I switched up the order of the fics, the streaming one will come out tomorrow instead :)

advent calendar

”Alright Chat, we‘ll do the gingerbread house challenge, you get to decide whose house is prettier in the end.“

You got two boxes on the table and held them up to the camera, so people could see what kind of gingerbread house you got.

”It’s a simple gingerbread house from Tesco, I‘m going to make some icing in a second, and we have lots of sweets to put on top, just as sprinkles. Lan, do we want to do it on time or are we just free-styling it?“

”I would freestyle it, I don’t wanna rush and fuck it up if I need an hour, I need an hour.“

You nodded and gave him one of the boxes, opening yours and getting out the little plastic bags with gingerbread in them. Lando did the same and you checked if everything was inside, what it said on the box, you quickly whipped up some icing, with only some powdered sugar and water. You made two separate bowls, one for Lando and one for you, placing them on the table, while your boyfriend was reading through the chat.

”Everyone’s saying yours is going to be prettier.“

”I like your chat.“

He pouted and you pecked his cheek, with that he smiled again and checked out the different pieces of gingerbread he had in front of him. He tasted the gingerbread when he bit off on one end and licked the spoon of the icing, complimenting you for being a great cook. All you did was laugh about his statement, mixing powdered sugar and some water together wasn’t a big deal, but for Lando, the non-cook, everything you did in the kitchen was a miracle for him.

On a count to three, Lando and you started building the house, taking the bottom layer and you put some icing in the sparred out notch, where the wall belonged. You pressed the wall in the icing and let it dry for a few seconds, making sure the wall was standing.

Lando was different, he put the wall in and squeezed the icing in between the spaces and only waited for a millisecond before he let go of the wall. To no surprise, the wall fell down and smeared the icing everywhere, ”Babe! It fell down.“

”You didn’t wait long enough, for the icing to dry a little.“

He let out a huff and started filling the notch with way too much icing, pressing the wall hard in the white gooey consistency. When he let go of his wall, you were already on your third, every gingerbread was standing perfectly straight and didn’t fall down.

Chat was roasting Lando for his non-existent skills of building a gingerbread house, some comments made you giggle.

‘I love how Lando is not able to build a house, let’s hope their house in England won’t be built by him‘

‘Lando’s walls are crashing like my dreams‘

‘I want Y/N to build his house, this will be a disaster‘

‘It’s bwoken‘

Lando did your technique for a while, squirting the icing on the notch before placing the wall on top of it, but he used way too much icing and too much pressing down on the gingerbread, most of the icing was spilling out of the edges, you feared the worst. While you placed your first roof half, Lando was still on his third wall, he was struggling to get the walls straight, they were all bending in a different direction and you wondered how he was going to build the top layer on that. You placed the last roof piece on your house and Lando looked over to yours, ”Y/N, why are you so far ahead? I‘m still on wall four, that’s unfair.. can we switch houses?“

”Don’t even think about it, babe.“

He scoffed and fixed a corner, that was a bit loose, with icing. You smiled at his house, the walls were crooked, the icing was overflowing at where the gingerbreads were touching, and little white fingerprints were all over the house, where he touched the walls, somehow he got icing on his fingers and didn’t clean them.

You gently drizzled icing over the roof to make it look like snow, adding drops where you placed different gummy bears and sprinkles, lastly, you added the little gingerbread man in the open door of the house. You were finished.

”Chat, what are we thinking?“, you asked, turning the house in front of the camera and looking at the responses that came in.

”Lan, they think my house looks better, maybe I should take over your stream.“

”Chat, you’re betraying me.“

Lando placed the top layer on the wonky walls and groaned when it wasn’t looking like yours. He quickly added the two roof pieces and the gingerbread man, before you could blink, the whole thing came crashing down, the walls were breaking and the roofs were squishing the gingerbread man, splitting him into two halves.

”Lando! What did you do?“

”I don’t know! It just crashed.“

He started laughing in his high-pitched laugh, and you pouted, he tried to make it work but failed in the end. You two were speechless for a while, the chat was filled with people laughing and sending condolences to Lando and his house. After a minute of silence, he spoke up: ”I know what to do, give me a minute.“

You arched your eyebrow before turning to the chat and talking with them, answering small questions and thanking them for the donations. Lando turned the camera, so it wasn’t focusing on him, but only on you, you didn’t look at what he was doing, but he was using a lot of sweets and sprinkles before he said he was finished.

”Baby, close your eyes, I want your reaction at the same time as chat sees it.“

You held your hands before your eyes and waited for Lando to say something.

”You can look.“

You removed your hands and looked at his gingerbread house, gasping you looked between him and the house.

”What did you do?“

”What?“

”What is that supposed to be?“

”A gingerbread house but in the earthquake version.“

You let out a laugh, he put red sugar paste all over the gingerbread man, so it looked like he was bleeding, red sprinkles were placed around it and more sweets were thrown on top of the house.

”You are creative baby“, you pressed a kiss on his cheek and chuckled once more, before looking at the positive responses from his chat.

”Who won, chat?“

Lando made a poll, where they only had to click on a name, quickly Lando’s name reached the top, with seventy-nine percent it was obvious who won. With a little defeated smile, you congratulated him.

[phone4pills]

NUTCRACKER DAY 3

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ slow’s advent calendar! no warnings apart from nerves and cringy dancing, but we all love ballerina!Reader

Behind the stage, there was an overwhelming buzz in the atmosphere. Girls were circling around you, running from one place to another and back again. Costumes. Makeup. Hair. Pointe shoes. Practice. Lighting. Sound. It was all so much to handle and your brain was becoming foggy with the thoughts that practically sprinted and hurdled around your mind.

“Six minutes before opening. First call!” The blood rushed through your head when the speakers rung to let you know how close it was until you’d have to get on that stage in front of thousands of people. You hurried into the dressing room, searching your shoulder bag for your phone. You quickly hit Chris’ contact. Your shoulders relaxed when you found that he’d already texted you. You didn’t think you’d text him otherwise.

Chris

How you doin’ back there, flower?

Chris, I’m really nervous.

Give me a minute the crowd is massive.

Not helpful :|

Sorry :(

You waited a couple minutes, eventually hearing a knock at the door. You opened it to find yourself boyfriend, Chris in the doorway. He had a suit black shirt and pink backwards hat on. You knew he’d refuse to wear a suit the one night you actually wanted him to. It’s as if he knew what you were thinking because he retorted, “Y’know I look cute.”

“Whatever, Chris. I’m really stressed out. What if I fuck up?” You shook your head, pulling him into the dressing room with an exaggerated huff. He tutted, taking a seat on one of the sofas and pulling you into his lap and stroking your thigh with utmost care.

“You won’t. Every time I’ve come to your house you’ve been practicing. I mean, I haven’t really seen you without those pointe shoes in months!” You realised how right he was. You’d been practicing like there was no tomorrow. The steps were basically engraved int you, and your muscle memory was… well, impressive. To say the least. But that was when you were in the comfort of your own home, or the studio. Now you’d be on a stage in front of a crowd that wasn’t even imaginable in your head. And you couldn’t pretend they were all pineapples, there would never be that many pineapples in a room together.

Chris noticed how your hands shook, and when they weren’t shaking they were fidgeting with your tutu, or picking at your tights. He felt bad, knowing how much pressure was in you when it came to playing Clara. It was the biggest part you’d landed in your entire career. Luckily, he had an idea.

“Hey, you remember when you first danced the Nutcracker? In eighth grade? You were the sugar plum fairy. And you’d forced me to spot you for hours?” Your eyes lit up, remembering your teenage self who was so dedicated to perfecting ever single step. Every detail. From the first toe to hit pointe to the highest finger on either hand. And you could vividly remember when Chris had had enough and threw you over his shoulder before taking you to your bed and warning you not to leave it again for the next hour.

The welcoming music snapped you out of your thoughts, playing quietly in the background from the speakers on the stage. That meant everyone was seated already. “3 minutes before opening. Second call!” You heard from the hallway. Chris hoisted you up in a rush, pulling you close. He began to rock side to side, dancing lousily. You giggled, laying your head on his shoulder as the two of you moved around the dressing room to the notes of the piano that were barely ringing through the walls.

After a mere minute, he was spinning you away from him. And you pirouetted with little effort. The smile that spread across his face was heartwarming. You looked so gorgeous just turning in your baby pink costume, gold adornments gleaming under the warm lights.

“One minute before opening. All dancers in positions. Final call!” You gave Chris a kiss, and the two of you swiftly left the dressing room, he sped down to the audience’s seats while you made your way towards the left entrance. In that moment you knew it. You felt it. You were ready. And then the lights came on and the music pulled you onto stage.

Thank you for opening this part of the calendar, there will be more to come ! In the meantime, you guys should tell me about your Christmas. Also I love ballerina!Reader so credits to anyone who writes for her. I might do more but this is to for now. ALSO THIS IS NOT PROOF READ, sorry for any mistakes.

- ©phone4pills

[missaengg]

A Turkapus Monstrosity

10 Days Until Christmas: Shopping Made for Ikemen Advent hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and @candied-boys Featuring: Ikemen Prince Clavis Lelouch x f!reader Tags: humor, fluff, modern au Word Count: 999

“Put it back.”

“No.”

“Clavis…” You draw out the second syllable of his name, the warning in your voice obvious. You eye the prankster of a man in front of you, gesturing for him to put the twenty pound turkey back into the case. “Put the turkey back.”

“I refuse.”

A disgruntled sigh tumbles out of your mouth. You squeeze your eyes shut, wishing you could massage the growing migraine right out of your temples. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you slowly breathe out. It doesn’t do much to help.

“Clavis,” you state, flatly, glaring at him, “we are not buying a turkey. And we are not buying an octopus.” You narrow your eyes, thrusting your finger at the aisle refrigerator he pulled the turkey from. “Put. It. Back.”

“But dearest, how else can I surprise my brothers with a culinary masterpiece?” Clavis pushes, an excited smile on his lips. He pulls out his phone, opening it to the picture he showed you a week ago. “Look at how delightful this is!”

You already know what you’ll see, but your eyes still flicker to his phone involuntarily, grimacing when they’re assaulted by the octopus turkey monstrosity. On the screen sits an image you were hoping you’d never have to see again – a beautifully roasted turkey, two beady eyes sitting on top of the opening that once used to be its butt, shitting out half an octopus. 

“Even the name is delightful,” Clavis beams. “Turkapus. How fun is it to say that? Turk-a-pus.”

You feel a blood vessel in your forehead burst as you stare at the turkapus, your eye twitching violently and your stomach churning. The turkapus stares back at you, its beady onion eyes mocking your futile attempts at dissuading your lovely fiance from one of his more harebrained ideas.

“Clavis, the turkey is already taken care of,” you tell him, gently pushing his phone away. “Leon’s in charge of roasting the turkey.”

“Yes, but a turkapus is far superior to a boring, normal turkey,” Clavis scoffs. He takes a step closer to the cart with the damned turkey still in his hands.

You scowl and take a step back, pulling the cart back with you. “No, sweetheart, I already told them we’ll bring a green bean casserole so that’s what we’re going to do. That’s final.”

Clavis pushes out his bottom lip. It quivers like a sad, kicked puppy, and you wince, your heart aching to see him so disappointed, like a child who has just had their candy stolen. You hate saying no to the man. It kills you to say no to Clavis because you know how hard he tries, how much he enjoys bringing joy and laughter to those around him, and how much he cares. Generally, you don’t, but you have no choice in this situation. As his fiance, you have an unspoken duty to save his brothers from his culinary disaster.

You soften, sighing as you come around the cart to stand in front of him. “How about you make the turkapus just for me?” You place your hands on his pouting cheeks. “It can be our holiday tradition. A special dinner just for the two of us.”

Clavis perks up a little at your suggestion. “With the eyes and all?”

“Yes,” you nod, a small part of you wondering if you’ve just sentenced yourself to a lifetime of Christmas turkapuses, “with the eyes and everything.”

Clavis lights up, that look he gets when he’s scheming blooming on his boyish face. “And I can make the sides and the dessert?”

“Yes, you can make the sides and the dessert,” you reply, a resigned sigh escaping you. You’ve definitely sentenced yourself to a lifetime of abnormal Christmas dinners, but… you see the excitement glowing on Clavis’s face… you don’t regret it, not when it makes him this happy. “But for now, you need to put the turkey back,” you say firmly.

Clavis thinks for a moment, taking far more time than is comfortable. A twinge of nervousness flutters in your stomach, that he might not accept the offer.

“If you put the turkey back, I’ll show you just how much I love and appreciate you,” you hastily add, sweetening the deal.

“Bribing me with love, I see.” Clavis blinks, a cheeky grin forming on his lips. “I think you should show me right now.”

“Right now in the supermarket?” 

Clavis nods eagerly, reminding you of a little boy on Christmas waiting to open his gifts. His puppy dog eyes look imploringly into yours, and your heart lurches, melting into a puddle.

Ugh… you can’t say no to him… outside of having to save his brothers from that silly turkapus.

Blushing, you rise onto your toes, planting a little kiss on his lips. “There’s more when we get home,” you whisper.

Clavis smiles like a fool. “Well then, I guess I better put a turkey back.” He returns the frozen bird back to the refrigerator case much to your relief. 

You move to go back to the cart, but freeze when his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into his strong arms. “Clavis,” you squeak, your blush deepening and your eyes darting around the store, praying that no one’s watching this moment between the two of you. Your heart clamors in your chest when he brings his mouth close to your ear, his breath hot on your skin.

“I think we should go home right now, dearest,” he murmurs, his voice a thready, sultry whisper. “I’m dying to see just how much you love me.”

A tingle runs down your spine, stoking a fire deep within you, your breath hitching as you catch the heat spreading in his golden eyes.

You have everything you need to get, right?

Well, if you don’t, you’ll just have to make another trip to the store. After all, it’s just down the street. Shouldn’t be a problem at all…

Or so you rationalize.

[scariusaquarius]

crude.

CHRISTMAS ADVENT BONANZA 2K24 Day 13: Christmas Cards, Geralt of Rivia

Geralt of Rivia x Fem! Reader Summary: Geralt isn't one to really accept gifts in any other form accept for coin. You respect this, and so you give him something a little more easier for him to keep.

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A/n: So I don't think Christmas is really a thing in The Witcher (lol) so I'm gonna do something a bit more on a family tradition side of things. I hope that you enjoy this!

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Genre: Friendship Rated: Everyone Warning: Suggestive Themes, Crude Humor

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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Winters at Kaer Morhen were nothing short but relaxing. Winter fell heavily upon the land, the land blanketed in white for miles. The hot air that escaped your lips became visible for a moment, the nipping wind blowing the air away and into the morning.

The sun was just starting to rise, orange rays reflecting off of the snow and creating glistening light before it disappeared behind thick and grey clouds, and you hummed to yourself as you clutched the letter within your hand tightly.

"Looks as though it's going to storm soon."

"Might be best if you stay here for the night then. Looks like it'll be while before you can head out."

Geralt's voice made you jump with fright, whipping your gaze over your shoulder to see him stepping out onto the icy balcony. Geralt shook his shoulders slightly to stave the cold away for a moment, and you made a face at him as his gold eyes lit up with amusement.

"Must you always sneak about like a damn cat? About spooked my soul right out of me."

Geralt chuckled gently, his raspy voice amused as he retorted.

"Don't think that'd be the weirdest thing I've seen as a witcher."

You nodded quietly, murmuring as you turned back to look out at the snowy mountains below.

"You're probably right. As a witcher, you see all kinds of things...seen the world through blood and gore...is it strange that I feel sad that you haven't truly enjoyed living?"

Geralt wasn't sure what had brought your melancholic state up, and truthfully, it made him slightly uncomfortable. Shifting from foot to foot slightly, Geralt took a deep breath and crossed his arms. Choosing not to reply, he instead darted away from the question, asking you.

"What's that you got there? A letter?"

You clutched the paper close to you for a moment before you turned to him, explaining as you held it out for him; Geralt's eyes widening in interest at the neat calligraphy of his name drawn upon the top.

"Around this time of year, my family had a sort of tradition...when winter would be at its peak and we weren't certain if the cold would take us or not, we began to exchange gifts to each other...almost like a memento mori. Winter is so unforgiving..."

Your voice trailed off, and Geralt asked you, his gloved fingers carefully breaking the wax seal that concealed the contents within.

"You're giving me a gift?"

"Well, sort of. I know you don't really care for material items since you're always on the Path, but I figured that perhaps this would be more plausible."

Geralt glanced down, and he could smell your scent wafting from the pages. There also seemed to be perfume lacing the pages, strong but not uncomfortable like the working girls around the cities wore.

When Geralt opened the letter, there was a dried flower that was glued to the paper with beeswax; giving the page a nice floral scent that mixed well with the perfume and your natural aura.

To Geralt of Rivia,

When the Path becomes unsteady, and you are unsure of your purpose: look to the skies as the swallow dives to greet your hand. Though the sun will not always shine, it is ever-present; waiting for your eyes to feast upon the light.

Though your purpose may become obscure during times of strife and hardship, it does not mean that it is meaningless. Though the way that you travel might not always be with good company; know that good company will always await you.

You are a valued friend; and we eagerly await your return when the Path calls to you again.

Geralt could see Ciri's familiar handwriting at the bottom of the page, a slight smile twitching the corner of his lips.

Wash your armor often, you smelly old man.

"I see Ciri didn't want to hold her thoughts back."

Geralt said, and you became embarrassed, wringing your hands together.

"Ah, yes, she asked me if she could add something, but wouldn't let me see what it was before it was already finished. Ciri was very adamant about making sure I didn't throw this draft away and gave it to you."

Geralt chuckled before he closed the letter and placed it within his armor, asking you as he came to stand beside you.

"Is that why your heart was beating so fast? Why you were so nervous? I thought you'd done something wrong...or I had."

"It's cheesy."

You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck as Geralt listened.

"Had you been a person that valued material items, this would have been a lot easier...I'm not poetic like Dandelion, though he did have a bit to do with the wording."

"I could tell. You never struck me as the poetic type."

Geralt couldn't refrain from chuckling as you ducked your head and you groaned, looking up at the sky as it began to snow.

"Gods, I know! I just wanted to do something nice for you and give you something that you'd be able to take with you on the Path...Ciri told me that something to put on Roach's saddle or even a charm for your sheath would suffice, but then I had a dilemma of what I would even give to you then."

Geralt raised his brow, asking you as he turned and leaned against the railing of the balcony.

"Truly? I thought this was a tradition of your family's."

Your eyes became wide, and you glanced away from him, mumbling.

"It is, I just also wanted to do something nice. It's basically the same thing."

Geralt decided to stop torturing you, saying as he placed a hand in the air to make you pause and pay attention.

"It's alright, truly. I...really do appreciate this, and you're right: I don't really have much use for anything on the Path besides things that would help me with monster hunting, but that doesn't mean that I don't appreciate them. A letter is just as important to me as an actual gift."

You looked surprised, and you asked him almost earnestly.

"You mean that? You don't think it's...idiotic or anything?"

"Why would I think that?"

You shrugged, and Geralt sighed slightly, shaking his head and rolling his eyes slightly.

"You worry too much."

"You don't worry enough."

You stuck your tongue out at him, and Geralt smirked, leaning down to you and whispering in your ear.

"I'm not the one whose heart is racing and desire is soaking their scent like an animal in heat."

He patted your shoulder teasingly, leaving you to gawk in horror on the balcony as he walked back into the bedroom, calling over his shoulder.

"If you wanted something in return, all you had to do was say something."

END DAY 13

[pentrologram]

advent calendar - day twenty-three

You're the ruler of Elfhame.

fae!gaz/fae!price/fae!reader

a/n; after all this time... i still cannot spell calender without autocorrect (part one here)

You don't know which way is up.

You're getting dragged away by Gaz, one hand firmly on your arm, another keeping the crown secure on your head. You don't know where Price is; he's been lost to the stampede around you. You slip on blood, making you cower closer to Gaz as he ushers you up a staircase, down a staircase, through ornate hallways and eventually into a cavernous chamber.

"What the fuck?" You tremble out, suddenly cold.

"Sorry, love," Gaz says, the softest you've ever heard him. The door opens and you flinch, your whole body jerking away, only to see Price entering, locking the chamber door behind him.

"What the fuck?" You repeat, your teeth gnashing together as you shiver. You watch as John crosses the room to you, easing the crown off your head and setting it down on a table somewhere, his hands rubbing your arms to warm them up. "What the fuck is going on?" You say, your lower lip starting to tremble as you lean forward, the side of your head coming into contact with Price's warm chest.

"We're sorry," Gaz says as he comes up behind you, rubbing your shoulders in tandem with Price. "We… Well, we weren't entirely truthful with you, dove." He sighs. "You remember us, right? From when you were small?"

"Yeah?" You say, voice small.

"Gaz…" Price says, but he only gets a firm look in response.

"They deserve to know." Gaz half-snaps at him. "Your father, dove," Gaz starts, "he was the High King. He was going to pass the crown on, but his bloodline is tainted from a human woman. You, though- you're the last pure heir. The only one fit to take the crown. That's why we were with you when you were young- we were making sure you'd be safe." He says, his voice reverant.

"What the fuck?" You whisper.

"I know. We're sorry it had to come to this, but, well, we'll help you, won't we, Price?" Gaz glares daggers at the other faerie, making him sigh.

"Yeah. We will, doll."

"I don't want this!" You say, tears in your eyes. "I'm not a- a faerie. I live in Connecticut and I'm unemployed and I'm a high school dropout. I can't do this."

"Sure you can." Price runs his hands through your hair, smoothening it out. "We'll be with you along the way, dove."

"And what if I fuck up?" You demand.

"You won't," Gaz says, resolute. "It's impossible for you to. The only way you could fuck up would be if you went somewhere without us. Which you wouldn't do." He sounds so sure of himself, and you sigh.

"I'm pretty sure I'm going to fuck it up."

"I'm pretty sure you need a nap." Price grumbles.

"Actually, a nap sounds pretty good right now."

"Yeah, yeah. C'mon, your majesty."

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Proship Advent Calendar Prompt 6

Gaudium

Caracalla x Geta

TW: Blood, Canon Typical Violence, Public Masturbation, Incest

The hot afternoon sun beamed right down at the Coliseum, red and golden flags waving gracefully with the occasional breeze of warm and dry air. The brief gusts of wind and the open scenery, however, not enough to expel the heavily lingering metallic stench of drying blood of hot sand; the sheer amounts forming a mosaic of splatters on the dusty ground.

The young emperor laughed out, the noise shrill and mangled by hysteric excitement, as stained steel cut through the already brutalised skin of the schmuck down there fighting for his soon-to-be-over life.

The thrill of the kill puled through Caracalla’s body, aroused him like nothing else in this world ever could. It left him with twitching fingertips and lips widely stretched over yellowed teeth, every heartbeat like a lighting jolt panging through on-edge muscles whilst royal blood rushed south. 

The head of the senate of the Roman populus didn’t care about possibly prying eyes, welcomed them in fact, as his pale hand slithered beneath embroidered fabric. He needed to soothe the ache immediately - a spoiled brat emperor fed and raised from the supple tit of excess and hedonism only.

A little moan trickled right from his bottom lip as wandering fingertips brushed through coppery, curly pubes and wrapped themselves around the throbbing shaft of his cock, the swollen flesh heavy in the palm of his hand. Pleasure erupted from the touch immediately as a thick dollop of milky precum oozed from the reddened tip as he pulled back the skin to expose the sensitive skin to the Coliseum’s heat. For a brief moment, Caracalla looked at his cock in a strangely fond fashion, admiring it because the pleasured of the body came as a close second to the joys of panem et circensis.

“Like a rabid dog.” Geta exclaimed, his voice not derogatory or fueled by disgust, quite the contrary oozing from his tone as he watched his brother stroke himself, his own body reacting to it immediately.

He’d take care of that later, preferably with his brother's hot mouth around his twitching dick, but for now, it was time to watch and enjoy the sounds of desperate jerking and tugging mixing into the screams from below.

Surrounding servants averted their eyes, fruitless attempts to ignore what was going on yet pulled right back to it with every breathless groan rolling over the emperor's tongue whilst the warm sensation of pleasure grew in his loins.

[inchidentally]

https://www.tumblr.com/piastrisms/738775293993549824?source=share

I NEED YOUR ANALYSIS OF THIS VIDEO! PLEASE <3

okay listen this has spun me out into a whOLE thing so let's take another trip down a road I like to call Why is the Non-RPF Real Life Relationship between Oscar and Lando So Endearing and Boyish and Sweet:

so my absolute favorite thing about Lando's face when he's relaxed or in his natural element is how absolutely every. single. emotion. he's feeling is broadcast at equal volume. his vulnerability is a massive part of his charisma. but! he has to have the right habitat! streaming, Youtube, his lifelong friends - those are the right habitat.

F1 is not naturally the right habitat.

when Carlos found Lando on his proverbial driver's doorstep he did not know what to make of him and Lando was barely able to squeak out a few words around anyone new or when a camera was around. but! Carlos trained Lando into how to bounce a dynamic between the two of them just like he'd been doing with his last awkward baby, Max. interestingly Max was much more excitable and eager to please of the two and Lando's intense shyness took a LOT of work to get past. but once Carlos had gotten the drift of Lando's super silly sense of humor it was smooth sailing. and then with Daniel it was even easier because half the time Daniel knew he was expected to carry the conversation. it's interesting because Lando allowed a bit of that old shyness to come back and it definitely disarmed Daniel a bit in a satisfying way. but thanks to those big personalities, Lando found his F1 self and even started to deal back and lead occasionally. of course DTS and a lot of media pilloried him for this because apparently what Carlos and Daniel do naturally is seen as snottish and bratty for him to do. the Youtube/streamer personality where he felt so safe did not at all translate onto other platforms and media.

so it hasn't been smooth sailing for Little Lando Norris to know how to be as a person in F1.

cut to 2023 and with the advent of Oscar we've seen a slow dismantling of Lando's F1 PR personality completely in his content with Oscar over the season. their very first unboxeds Lando was still wearing his guarded PR face and assuming he should lead and carry all the content. it was still sort of around for the Jenga/Garden Games challenges but had started to soften around the Austin filming (including the Finish the Lyrics classics). at some point, Lando truly realized that Oscar would still be fond of him even when Lando was in a terrible, low blood sugar type mood (Tic Tac Toe etc) and oh wow!

their content could really just be Lando being whatever he was feeling that day/that moment and Oscar smiling and finding him funny/cute/fascinating! that was enough! he didn't even know that was allowed! (and maybe it wouldn't have been if Oscar wasn't there to bolster him)

and that's when we started getting unguarded, authentic Lando instead of entertaining Lando. and it's because Oscar was the person next to him representing all of us, trying to tell Lando that we just wanted to see him. we didn't care if he was 'on' or not. he's just an interesting outdoor cat we want to watch go about his life.

which is why we got Lando letting himself sit and stare right back at Oscar like this.

where we can see his expressions do that slow blossoming thing, and right in full view of just Oscar. it's the anti-DTS material because it isn't open to the camera and easy to manipulate. narrative television hates when two people go into quiet, subtle communication because it can't be made into a false dramatic arc. (trust me they'll invent one using chopped up footage and even more chopped up commentary lol they always do but it'll be uphill work)

but when you contrast this with the nonstop, quick back-and-forth Lando has with Carlos and Daniel it's where we pick up on the something that's so unique to Lando with Oscar. it's wrong and making way too big an assumption to say it's a closer friendship bc you can't quantify other people's friendships that way. but it's very, very different to those friendships. and the biggest difference that we on the outside can see is that Lando allows himself to determine exactly How He Will Be. and that might change from one minute to the next! and that doesn't always go down well with most people!

but every time, no matter what, Oscar smiles and laughs and everything Lando does is alright. he gets it. Lando means no harm and he's got a good, warm heart. if he likes you then that won't change just because his mood changes.

like their end of season message. Lando went from doing a great job summarizing his thoughts for the viewers, handed it over to Oscar and just... watched. didn't get bored and stare at the camera or off into space. I actually compiled just how often Lando spends staring openly at Oscar into one long gif lol:

he fully knows he's still on camera but he turns himself into a viewer instead of bouncing around and off of what Oscar is saying. Oscar gave him that, he can give it right back.

and there's no specific Lando-Oscar dynamic like there is Lando-Carlos and Lando-Daniel. hell, Lando's got a dynamic with just about anyone. except! Max F, Martin Garrix (and probably quite a few of his friendships that we're never actually even shown) and Oscar. with those people we see Lando be precisely whatever he's feeling at that moment because they'll either indulge it or enjoy it depending on how good or bad the mood is. if it's Lando, it's all good.

I feel like there's a commonality with those people of being quiet but strong as opposed to the big and bold of most of the F1 drivers on the grid. Max F absolutely has obvious similarities to Oscar (I still love how much he sided with Oscar when he watched the 'most likely to' video). I don't know a lot about Martin but it's literally a DJ's job to be enough apart from the crowd to read it and they set the energy passively through what they spin. Oscar is a fun guy who loves being around the people he cares about but he's never The Guy that it all turns around.

and for their own reasons, they find Lando inherently fascinating and lovable. whereas Lando has to inhabit Carlos', Daniel's, George's, etc etc worlds because they are in themselves The Guy Everyone's Watching just like Lando. Lando has to share. he has to figure it out. but guys like Max F and Oscar do not have the energy or interest in being The Guy. they'd choose privacy over popularity every single time if they were made to. and actually come to think of it, they have actively chosen privacy at the expense of popularity quite a few times.

because let's look at Oscar's face when Lando teasingly brings up Oscar's sprint win:

Oscar gives Lando that genuine, affectionate smile and ducks his head because he wants Lando to know that he appreciates it. in truth, that Sprint win was hailed by wider F1 community as being a massive achievement for a rookie in the Max V era of dominance. they both know that it is. but Oscar didn't posture or show off about it and for that Lando has made sure to bring it up on his behalf time and again. Oscar gave him that, Lando can give it back to him.

which is even sweeter going back to that post race video because Oscar gives Lando that same affectionate, private smile. he's had to throw the video's content over to Lando and Lando gave him that big affectionate smile first because this is how they do these videos. it's always awkward - especially if their results that day weren't great - but they know that together they can do these videos and share a laugh over how absurd it feels sometimes.

and the hint of a private joke between the two of them is there early on and you can just feel Lando relax into it.

and when you skip all the way to their last race media duties and this interview, it truly surprised me how much Lando kept checking in with Oscar - the rookie! -as he was answering. when he found himself giving boring PR answers he threw in a joke that he knew Oscar would crease up over. sure enough it loosened them both up.

and like, that's where the vulnerability and openness comes from now with Lando. he's got a teammate who is basically the same age, who gets him and who actively wants Lando to just be Lando. who clearly threw Lando at first by inadvertently foiling those attempts to establish a dynamic or a bromance. who Lando probably at first thought was just shy and awkward. but Oscar stayed true to who he is and kept that door open for Lando to eventually walk through.

so when it's the two of them, it's everyone else who's on the outside looking in. they're just being themselves. if that doesn't make everyone else feel entertained or happy they honestly don't care - and will probably share a secretive little smile about it.

it's also why they sometimes do that twinning thing and creep everyone out asfgjlaflsgjf

[twistedchatterbox]

Halloween Collab 2023 - 17/31 ; open !

Why hello there, loyal customer; Today I'm here to announce a collab for everyone's favorite holiday which starts on august and lasts 'till the end of October; spooky season!

Accepting collaborators 22nd-30th of September; This Halloween collab will be an advent that focuses on canon x reader/viewer content; you can join as an author/artist, with a minimum of 300~ words and no upper limit. -if you're interested, take a seat.

Here is how it'll work;

Everyone who participates in this collab will pick a prompt, and post their work on the day corresponding to the prompts number; it is mainly centered around writing, though artwork can be included !

Here are a few other things you should keep in mind v

To join the collab you have to reblog this post + choose a prompt! + You can ask to pick your prompt through replies instead, if you'd like that; as long as you reblog the post afterwards!

Remember to tag me on the post so that I can see it ; All the entries for the advent will be reblogged on @/jade-s-nymph and added to the masterlist !

One prompt per person; each person can only claim one prompt *

No Dead Dove: Don't Eat content !

All entries have a minimum of 300 words but no upper limit ; + Artwork can be entered as long as it is accompanied by writing ! + Your writing can be formatted however you'd like as long as it meets the minimum word count, just have fun with it !

Tag your works properly ! including but not limited to; if there are references to how the reader looks or is described, content warnings, phobia-specific warnings (ex. blood, cramped spaces)

Even though event mainly centers around canon x reader content Original Characters are very welcome to join in; whether it be Fanon x reader / Fanon & reader or just to make a cameo! Take the wheel and see where it leads you. ^^

Prompts that are taken/claimed by someone will be crossed out in text (like this) ; followed by the @ of the author/artist(s) who will post their work(s) on the prompt's day !

First Halloween - @magicluckystars

Sweetness

Tricked (or is it a treat..?)

Pumpkin(s)

Makeup - @cupids-chamber

Secret invitation - @savanaclaw1996

Decor

Love at first fright - @cyn-write

Undead(?)

Fangs - @rendy-a

Bewitched - @cecilebutcher

(Love) potion - @bunnwich

Phantom Thief - @yume-yuurei

Opera - @fungifanart

Knight

Sleeping Beauty - @siren-serenity

Haunted House - @leonistic

Graveyard - @galra-empress-dowager

Hunting - @snappit-the-snek

Full Moon

Siren's Song - @/twistedchatterbox ie.@/Jade-s-nymph

Yokai - @ginruko

Bandages

Angelic

Detective - @fate-muse-club-house

Dress-up (together) - @linawritestwst

Possessed - @darling-in-wonderland

Devilish - @da-birb-writes-sometimes

Cerberus

Red Hood - @juno-of-wonderland

"Once upon a time.." - @whatevermywpis

Ps. if you'd like to collab with someone on a prompt, you can! * ex. Two authors writing a 2-part fic together or writing 2 separate fics that reference each other / An author writing a fic and an artist making an illustration to go along with it. -Just remember to post the entries on the correct day, yeah?

Everyone who joins can tag their work with the tag #Spooky Chattering 2023 .

-Once again, before i finish this post; please Reblog this post so that more people can see and join, even if you don't intend to join in yourself- a collab this size needs a lot of people, after all ^^'' ...

[madegeeky]

BLOOD IT WILL TAKE BLOOD day 3: Another eye shadow palette, more gingerbread shades but darker. Again, a little too orange for me so into the box to give away it goes!

Goddamn is that packaging fucking adorable though.

[writerfae]

Christmas movie au Advent Calendar 🎄

Day Twelve: 🎶 Christmas songs🎶

Christmas special tag list: @bunnymermaidsblog @deadlycupid @dustylovelyrun @ladywithalamp @sleepy-night-child @theguywithnonickname

When the late evening came it was time to officially open the Christmas bonfire.

Slowly but surely the people made their way to the bonfire, leaving the booths more or less deserted.

And the sellers, too, began to abandon their booths to not miss out on the opening speech.

Talon spotted a lot of familiar faces and each of them had a word of greeting for him.

Greta was there, Maya, Alexander and his boyfriend, Theo and Mathilda and even Aiden’s father, sitting in a wheelchair pushed by a kind looking woman about the same age as Talon’s own mother.

The blonde little boy with the cat-eared woolen hat was there, too, waving at Talon excitedly before turning his attention back to chatting avidly with the girl next to him, who had the same hair color and youthful features as the boy.

Everyone was waiting for Aiden. And there he was, walking up to the bonfire.

As he stood before it, features illuminated by the light of the fire, all eyes were on him and the crowd grew quieter.

Talon couldn’t have looked away even if he tried to.

“Hello everyone.” Aiden began to speak and everyone was listening.

Thilda was right, Aiden was really good at giving speeches.

He thanked everyone for coming and for leaving donations, he cracked little jokes that made everyone laugh, he talked about the farm, his family, their community and their beloved Christmas tradition in a way that made people wipe tears from their eyes (Talon included - and he wasn’t even ashamed to admit that).

Letting his eyes wander around for a bit, Talon examined the expressions of the people around him - people that were Aiden’s friends, his neighbors, his customers - people that saw Aiden become the man he was today.

And he saw how fond they all were of him, how important he was to them, how beloved he was.

And Talon swore right then and there that he would find a way to get his father to leave Aiden’s family alone and maybe even find a way to help them out.

“So anyway, I think I talked more than enough and surely you’re all waiting for me to shut up and let you roast marshmallows in peace-“

The people laughed at that and Aiden grinned.

“So that’s what I’m gonna do. Let’s celebrate! Let’s raise our glasses- or marshmallow sticks. To Christmas. To the children that will get lots of lovely presents - all thanks to you guys. And to you. All of you. To friends, old - and new.”

He looked at Talon when he said that. Or maybe Talon only imagined it.

“And family. United by blood or by choice.”

The applause that followed the end of his speech was loud, just like a speech like this - and a guy like Aiden - deserved it.

The band started to play Christmas songs.

Aiden let himself be pulled into a long hug by Maya, then one by each of the twins, before making his way over to his father.

He hugged the woman that was with his dad, then he squatted down in front of him to take his father’s hands in his.

The man smiled and this time it was one that did reach his eyes and Talon understood where Aiden got his smile from.

As Aiden stood up, he turned around and scanned the masses, as if looking for someone.

Like earlier during his speech, his eyes found Talon’s and he smiled. He walked over to him and Talon met him halfway.

“That was a good speech, you are really good at this,” he said, after Aiden had pulled him into a hug as well.

“Thanks,” Aiden scratched the back of his neck bashfully.

He grabbed Talon’s hand with both of his, holding it up and starting to play with his fingers.

“Hey, I really am glad that you came. And that you helped me out earlier. And… thanks for just being here with me, I guess.”

A nervous laugh escaped him and he let go of Talon’s hand. “Excuse me, I think I’m a little sentimental after this evening. It’s stupid…”

Talon lifted Aiden’s chin with a finger to make the other look at him. “Hey, it’s not stupid.”

His gaze flickered to Aiden’s lips, like it often tended to these days. “I’m glad I’m here with you, too.”

Before Talon could give in to his desire to lean down and capture those pretty lips with his own, the band started playing the instrumental version of “Last Christmas” in a volume that made the two of them flinch apart.

They laughed, then, partly out of surprise, partly out of embarrassment and Aiden dragged him over to where his friends and family have gathered.

“Too bad Henry and his family are only coming here tomorrow and couldn’t hear your speech, I bet him and Callan would’ve been so proud,” Theo teased.

Aiden made a face. “Oh hell no, I would’ve died out of embarrassment if they were here. No doubt they’d have cheered way too loud.”

Everyone laughed at that and much more laughter followed, as the night passed on and the Christmas bonfire celebration truly began.

Hours later, way into the night, most people had gone home.

Aiden had seen the last bunch of them off, thanking them and waving them goodbye.

Only a handful of people remained, all gathered around the fire, all people Aiden considered friends or family.

His father had gone to bed by now, but Maya, the twins, Mrs. Greta and a couple others all sat next to each other, letting the fire warm them.

Some had hot drinks in their gloved hands, some talked to each other in hushed voices.

Mathilda had her head rested on her brother’s shoulder and Maya shared a blanket with Mrs. Greta.

It was peaceful, quiet, and Talon was right in the middle of it all. And though he wasn’t from here, he didn’t feel like an outsider.

He felt like he was part of the community.

Aiden’s warmth returned to his side as he sat by the fire beside Talon with almost no space left between them.

“Connor forgot his guitar here,” Aiden said into the quiet, holding the guitar in one hand.

“Typical,” came someone’s reply and Aiden chuckled.

“Well, we should make use of that. Anyone here that can play the guitar?”

The people all shook their heads.

“Actually,” Talon spoke before he could stop himself. “I do.”

Aiden looked at him in surprise. “You do?”

Talon shrugged.

“I’m better with the violin, to be honest. But I learned to play the guitar too. My… my uncle taught me.”

Aiden seemed to notice the shift in his tone when he mentioned his uncle, but he didn’t comment on it and Talon was thankful for it.

“Will you play for us, then?” Mrs. Greta asked. “Singing by the fire reminds me of my childhood.”

“Yeah, play for us,” Maya chimed in and soon they all asked for him to do it.

So Talon gave in.

He brought this onto himself after all.

And some of those people had given him so much that this was the least he could do for them.

“Alright.”

He let Aiden give him the guitar. “But it’s been a while.”

“We won’t mind,” Aiden reassured him, leaning his head into his hand as he watched from the side as Talon’s fingers danced over the chords.

Once he got used to the feeling of the guitar and played a few tones, he looked into the round.

“What song do you want me to play?”

“A Christmas song, obviously,” someone said with a laugh.

“You can choose whatever you like,” Aiden said, ignoring the person.

He wanted the give him a way out, because he knew Talon wasn’t too fond of Christmas and that it probably applied to Christmas songs, too.

But Talon was sure Aiden would like to hear him play one of those.

So he played one, the first that came to his mind - because it used to be his uncle’s favorite.

He hadn’t played nor heard it ever since Kieran had passed, but he knew the words and notes by heart.

He began to sing “Mistletoe and Holly” and with every note he could feel the warmth of nostalgia flood him.

There was a tint of sadness, too, some bittersweet undertones caused by memories he had pushed away for too long and yet he felt at ease, comfortable.

Playing the song again was like feeling a warm hug and seeing the delight in the faces of the people - Aiden especially (god, the fondness in his face) - made it even better.

As the song was finished, it was quiet for a while, before everyone applauded.

“That was very good, Talon. Thank you,” said Mrs. Greta.

The others gave their quiet agreement.

“You really have talent,” Aiden said, knocking his knee against Talon’s own. “You should do this more often.”

Talon could only agree, he really should.

He had more or less abandoned this part of him after his uncle died, had buried it under studies and work just like his old love for Christmas.

And maybe it was time to dig both of those parts of him out again, because he could remember how happy it once made him.

Right here, in this town that looked like out of a Christmas postcard, he could finally remember.

Right now, he broke ground.

And it was all because of this place and because of the young man sitting next to him, leaning against him ever so slightly to whisper: “How about a second song?”

And Talon played a second one.

And a third.

And a fourth.

Christmas song after Christmas song, and everybody sang along, their voices carrying well into the night.

[majestativa]

Imageries coiling around my scepter, Ophiuchus, orpheus-like in his own Hades. Healing in the mire. Settling scores with the tyrannous self. Unwavering. Redeemed at last, but not without a fight. The advent of my beloved ataraxia. The entrails of youth chewed by old regrets, as wisdom spurts from the cut veins of sanity. Come out, monsters, wherever you are. Come feast on my shivers and allegories. Come fill your blood with my poetry & poison. My rivers are pure lava. My tragedy is the rain. Choke on my pain. The talons of Prometheus’ eagle are sinking into my desolate flesh each night my passions take the rein. I’m skinned alive whenever dusk touches my eyes, and my tears retrace each leaf on my tree of life. Rejoice, beasts, rejoice, for I am coming home.

The mind of Man is terrible. Its mountains are reversed, reaching the heart of Jahannam, and the latter hisses Man’s secrets, the secrets that microscopically altered the universe.

The sun lacerates my skin, and the mark is extended, each shadow borrows the lips of a different lover and plants a cauterizing kiss, and the delicate throat shivers. I hear the echoes of Eden, and my delirium rouses my mind to wake. The Earth knows I’ll always come back to it. Its glare stern but motherly, I remember how long my journey had been, before I got swallowed by this dimensional vortex. I open my heart and crush it. I yearn for nothing ever since peace departed. I step on the memories, forgotten, and the moonless night descends. Too dark a song. Too desolate, an eternity of loneliness. Pre-metamorphosis. My mysticomorphosis. Temptation is no more. I am strangely calm. My peacocks are all dead. My serpents await the advent of a greater tragedy. The door of Heaven is closed. Press play.

Mystical Overtones | 25.08.24

[felicitysmoaksx]

“ i’m helping you, and that’s final. i’m not taking no for an answer. now. where’s your kitchen? i’m making us some comfort food. ”

Day 5 of the Advent Prompt Challenge! Set during 4x10 of Chicago Med and this also falls in my Voight Family Values Universe but before Connor actually defined his relationship with Sarah. Also it's a slight continuation from Day 2. And I know it's extremely late, but this drabble just kept going and going off the rails. And it's been a rough few weeks for me. So please be kind.

"I'm fine, Connor. You don't need to do any of this." Sarah said as she snuggled more into the passenger seat of his car. Her injured arm was out of the confines of her jacket. She yawned and yeah, he did need to do this. So he didn’t respond as he maneuvered back into traffic as they left Monique’s apartment because Sarah had offered to drive the nurse home. But Connor wasn’t about to let Sarah drive home by herself. 

“Why did we drive Monique home?” He asked, instead of trying to argue with her. 

“She doesn’t think she has any friends. At work or outside. and if he hadn’t been for my big brothers...Or even my older sister, it’s easy for me to see how easily that could’ve been me without them.” She explained before adding, “She also thinks what happened was her fault. I’m trying to show her how untrue that actually is.”

“I didn’t know you had siblings,” Connor said, placing his hand on her thigh because he needed some kind of physical connection, and with her arm the way it was, he couldn’t hold her hand with the way her arm was.

“I don’t. At least not technically.” His lover said and Connor looked over at her at a red light. The unspoken question in his eyes. But Sarah couldn’t see it because she trying to fall asleep. (Connor didn’t know it but that’s also why he was getting all this information from Sarah. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be getting any of this information if she was awake.)

“How’s that?” He asked her. Sarah yawned and glanced at him with sleepy brown eyes before a honk pulled him out of the moment. The light was now green. Connor pushed his foot down on the gas.

“When my dad left, he left me with his friend and her two kids. She wasn’t as fond of me as her kids were…are. They’re my siblings in everything except for blood.“

Connor didn’t know how to respond to that. But something didn’t make sense to him, “But wait, you said something about your dad in the hospital.”

Sarah yawned again as he pulled into her parking spot at her apartment. “When I was eleven, I was taken in by a police officer and a school teacher. They took guardianship of me and just stepped up for me when I needed someone.”

“Hence why Detective Olinsky showed up…is he a friend of your dad’s?” Connor asked, after he had made his way around the car and opened up her door to help her out. He glanced down at her, tucking her jacket over her injured arm and grabbing her hand. There was that contact that he needed. 

“Al was my Dad’s partner for over ten years. The police commander forbade my dad and sister from getting involved with the case. So they sent Al.” Sarah led him into the building and up her three-story walk up. (The building didn’t have an elevator) Connor glanced up and saw Detective Lindsay. 

“Is that way they also sent Detective Lindsay?” He questioned as they continued to down the hallway. His lover sighed, “No, Erin is my sister.” 

[baby-alien11]

A Nonsense Christmas (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

Merry christmas and happy new year 🎄🎄

taglist: @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @camiesully @ethanlandryluver @nowitsmissing @aliciacat20 @gabbylovesreading @nikfigueiredo @itsaaliyah2

Christmas were always one of your favorite festivities along with Halloween, helping to decorate the house, buying gifts for family and friends, hearing christmas songs (this year fruitcake by Sabrina Carpenter was your obsession), baking your traditional red velvet, peppermint, gingerbread and sugar cookies that you started to make during the quarantine, watching christmas movies and opening advent calendars

And since the last christmas you spent it with Jack, Anna and their family in Virginia, this year the two families will be spending the holidays together, and after having your fyp of Tik Tok full of the Scream'd Musical Parody, you and Jack decided to recreate the 'everybody' part, and because both of you knew that the second the music start, you would start laughing and it will be a complete mess

That's why after an early trainning, Josh and Hayley let you film it in their house so the surprise wasn't ruined

"Can I ask again from where did you got the idea?", Josh asked after finishing breakfast

"There's a Scream musical parody that a theater group was doing in Las Vegas and it went so viral on Tik Tok because it's amazing and hilarious", you started to explain while having Rogue in your lap who was entertained tracing your tattoo snake with her little fingers, "So, I started to play it on the living room TV just to mess with dad, and because I enjoy the performance"

"And then we started to joke about performing it for our families, until it wasn't a joke anymore", Jack continued between bites of the peppermint cookies you brought for the family of three, "We started to learn the entire number based on the Tik Tok videos and the audios in there, but we decided to send them an email to ask for permition to recreate it"

"They accepted and even sent us an audio without the audience noises", you continued, "So, at first we were planning on doing it live during the christmas dinner but let's be honest, we're going to lose the concentration and start laughing, so we decided to film it and present it after the dinner"

"Instead of doing a christmas card or a JC Penney photoshoot, we're doing this"

"With full production, costumes, fake blood, fake knife and gun"

"And you want to use our kitchen to film it?", Hayley asked

"Yes, please", you nodded, "Or any space that you want, we promise to don't do a mess"

"We would do it in any of our houses but there's always people in there and this surprise needs to be perfect"

"We also talked about going to the original house, but is a seven hour trip, and we would raise suspision"

"Guys, you can film the musical number in here, we have no problem", Josh nodded, "But, can we saw the video first?"

Nodding, Jack took his phone to show them the performance while you turned to talk with Rogue who now was engrossed with your bracelets

"Hey, Rogue", you called her softly causing her to look at you with a smile, "I'm going to make you a swiftie, you're going to love Taylor, I promise"

"What era she'll be?", Jack asked taking one of her hands

"She seems like a Fearless with a bit of 1989"

"She'll need friendship bracelets of that eras"

"And merch, that will be her christmas gift"

"This is hilarious", Hayley laughed after the video ended, "And it's going to be a fun christmas video"

"Just leave it all in order after filming, and don't break anything", Josh instructed

Happy because everything was doing as planned, you and Jack smiled mischievously to each other

When the 24th arrived, the house since early in the morning was busy with the preparations for the dinner that night, especially with everyone in the kitchen doing different dishes

"Tornado, how much time until your cookies are ready?", Skeet asked prepearing the turkey, "We need to start pre-heating the oven for the turkey"

"A minute or two", you responded checking the oven

"It doesn't make sense that you made like thousands of cookies since the start of december and now you are making more", Jakob commented mixing the cream for the cranberry salad

"It's because those were to gift or give to community centers", you responded puting your gloves to get the cookies out of the oven

With the help of Jack and Megan, the three of you got the trays of cookies out of the oven to leave them in the dinning table so they can cool off

"The cats are trying to eat the dinner again", Anna warned trying to make Tatum, Butters and Ivy go away from the kitchen

"Okay, time to put the christmas sweaters on them", Naiia sighed cleaning her hands with a cloth

"I'll continue with the mash potatoes", Stutz said taking her place in front of the cooking pot

"Sweet baby Tatum", you sang taking the orange cat in your arms, "Time to put you in christmas spirit"

Going to the Petco christmas gift package they sent a few days ago, that still was in the living room, you grabbed the reindeer sweater to put it on Tatum, while Jack grabbed the santa suit for Butters and Naiia got the plaid dress for Ivy

"I'm sorry, but it can't be that possible that an orange cat can be that calm while putting clothes on", Jakob said noticing Tatum was calm

"I can't believe the beef you got with my cat, and her color is strawberry blonde", you exclaimed adjusting the sweater, "It's christmas eve, let it go"

"It's not my fault that your sweet angel baby Tatum hates me", Jakob claimed, "She scratches me everytime she sees me"

"This time she hasn't though", Megan pointed

"Thank you Megan", you said, "You're the best"

Interrupting what was going to be a small disscussion, the front door opened, revealing Georgina with her suitcase and travel bag

"Hello family", Georgina greeted, "Sorry I'm late, the airport is pure chaos, and getting a cab or Uber is worse"

"Mom!", you and your siblings exclaimed while running to hug her

"Hi, babies", Georgina smiled returning the hug, "By the way, there's a package at the door"

"That's weird", Skeet frowned, "We didn't have anything to be delievered today"

"It says Prada on the box", Georgina pointed

"Tornado, that's for you", Naiia said helping with the suitcase

Getting through the front door, you saw a big box next to the door that had the Prada logo and a 'fragile' precaution along with your name and direction

"Babe, can you please help me?", you called Jack

"Coming!", Jack responded running from the living door to where you were, "This is huge"

"I know", you laughed, "I'm curious about what's inside"

Carrying the box between the two of you and dodging everyone in the house, you carefully left the box in the floor to open the card box revealing another white box which was left on the center table

"You know what, I'm going to open it first and do the video later", you concluded opening the box revealing four spheres

"Those are gorgeous", Naiia commented sitting next to you, "There's a note"

Grabbing the envelope which was on the lift of the box, you opened it to see a handwritten note

"Y/N, happy to share with you the Prada Holiday gifts and the magic of the holiday season through the fantasy of an imposible voyage, a journey in your own sphere", you read out loud so everyone can hear, "Well, we got the spheres for next year"

Leaving the note aside, you opened the another part to see two drawers, in which the first were some skincare products and a red patent leather mini-pouch, and in the other there was a red Prada Galleria patent leather mini bag

"I wouldn't be surprised if you become an ambassador for them next year, angel", Anna commented sitting next to you watching the spheres, "Or for any brand that you've wore"

"That would be incredible", you nodded

Once everything was ready, and the turkey was in the oven, everyone went upstairs to change into their christmas sweaters, yours was a Krampus themed one on top of your red and white pajamas and gingerbread man slippers

"I can't wait to see everyone reactions to our gift", you laughed laying in your bed while 'Christmas with the Kranks' was playing on the TV, "It's going to be hilarious"

"The greatest thing is that we managed to film it in one afternoon", Jack pointed getting out of your dresser with a red shirt with a Santa Claus picture and black pajama pants with Butters' face on it, to lay by your side to watch the movie at what you moved to put your head on his chest and he cirled your waist with his arm, "I swear that they were waiting for us to finish so they can kick us out"

"Rogue was having a blast though", you pointed, "I love that girl so much"

"I remember the day they told me they were expacting her, I was screaming that I was going to be her older brother"

"You're her oficial older brother", you nodded openning the fruitcake that arrived a few days ago as a gift from Sabrina Carpenter along with the EP vynil, a hoodie and a shirt, "Want some fruitcake?"

"Yes please"

Sitting against your headboard, both of you started to eat the fruitcake, sometimes feeding each other while still watching the movie

"Siblings and couples meeting", Jakob anounced entering your room along with Megan, Naiia and Stutz, all with their christmas outfits

"What's wrong?", you frowned

"We know that you didn't make that fruitcake because you still don't know how to do it", Jakob said causing to roll your eyes, "Where did you get it?"

"We also got eggnog", Megan said raising a bottle with some cups

"Sabrina Carpenter sent it", you responded giving them forks so they can eat too, "Along with the EP, a shirt and a hoodie"

"A Taybrina notice only this year?", Naiia pointed sitting on the bed, "Tornado just tell us when is rep TV releasing"

"What are the vault tracks?", Stutz joked helping to serve the eggnog

"I wish I knew the answer to those questions", you sighed, "We have a lot of theories of when is going to be released"

"One of the strongest was that she was going to anounce it during the Brazil concerts", Jack pointed recieving a cup of eggnog, "But she didn't"

"Next year will be", Jakob shrudded, "Well, cheers for christmas"

"Cheers", the rest of you repeated before drinking

"Is this spiked?", Jack asked sensing an unsual flavor

"Yeah, we put a bit of rum in it before coming", Jakob nodded

"Dad and mom, and even Anna are going to kill you when they find out about this", you said still drinking it, "And you might forget the fact that our dad is Billy Loomis"

"And we haven't seen the movie", Naiia remembered refering to her and Jakob, "And they don't need to know if we don't tell them"

Waiting until the older adults called all of you, the six of you stayed in your room watching the movie and eating the fruitcake and drinking the eggnog, and even starting to watch 'How The Grinch Stole the Christmas', until footsteps started to be heard in the stairs, which caused Jakob and Stutz to hide the bottle of spiked eggnog underneath your pillows

"If that bottle start leaking, I'll kill you both", you threatened them, "And not with my blingy fake knife"

Just as you finished threating them, there was a few knocks on the door before it was open to reveal Georgina

"Hey kids, dinner's ready", Georgina said

Standing from the bed and bean bags, the six of you started to go downstairs where all of you helped to put the table and preventing the cats from trying to eat the food by giving them and the dogs their special dinner, and taking the family photos, before sitting at the table to eat all the food that was made since the previous day

An once the dinner was finished and the dishes used were cleaned, you and Jack made everyone sit in the living room with the pets, already with the TV prepeared for the video

"Okay, we know that the gifts are tomorrow, but we wanted to gave you this one at this moment", you said trying to not burst in giggles

"Most of the times, the youngest of the family decide to do a little show, so we decided to to the same", Jack continued, "So I hope you enjoy this"

Stepping to the side and leaving everyone intrigued, Jack pressed the play button while you took out your phone to film their reactions

"You did not", Skeet groaned when he heard the music

"Yes we did", you laughed

"Is that Josh and Hayley's house?", Anna asked seeing the familiar kitchen

"We filmed it the day we went with them for breakfast", Jack nodded

During the whole video, everyone tried to hold their laughs but it wasn't possible causing to giggles and laughter to be heard in the room, while you and Jack were singing and dancing the choreography in the back

Once the video ended and the credits (yes, you did ending credits) started to roll, everyone started to clap still laughing

"Well, I guess we don't have to watch the movie anymore", Naiia joked, "This was amazing"

"Can we have a live performance of this?", Stutz asked

"There's bloopers at the end that will answer that question", you pointed

Returning the attention to the screen, the credits ended to show the bloopers who were of one of you or both laughing mid scene, forgetting a step, almost tripping at some steps, accidentaly dropping the fake guns, and even Rogue walking in the middle of the take

"Dad, as Billy Loomis and one half of the first ghostface, we would love to hear you opinion", you said after the video ended

"First of all, after you played the original performance in the TV every single day of october and november, this is my favorite version", Skeet responded, "And great acting on the Billy and Stu parts"

"Great camera work and acting", Georgina pointed, "What camera did you use?"

"The iPhone one", Jack answered

"And don't worry, everyone will have a copy of this video in their email tomorrow, as well as more of our friends", you continued, "That way you can watch it everyday"

Last night, after rewatching the video because they wanted to film a bit to their instagram stories, everyone went to sleep, not before you forced Jakb to get the spiked eggnog out of your room

The morning of the 25th, while the six of you were still asleep in the bedrooms, the adults where bussy filling the stockings and organizing all the gifts that were left in the living room under the tree

And while thinking in a good way to wake you up, Skeet took a speaker to put it in the middle of the aisle of the second floor, to blast Master of Puppets by AC/DC on full volume causing the six of you and the pets to wake up abruptely

"Welcome to christmas morning on the Ulrich household", you murmured with your face against your pillow and laying on your stomach

"Is the same song every year?", Jack asked laying next to you in the same way but with an arm on your waist

"Yeah", you responded feeling how Butters and Tatum started to walk around the bed, "Merry christmas babe"

"Merry christmas gorgeous"

Finally getting out off bed and taking the cats and your throw blankets of each others faces, both of you got out of your room to see the others in the door of their rooms watching the speaker with pure hate

"What if we kick it until it's broken?", Naiia suggested hugging Ivy

"He would make us buy him another one and better", you said hugging Tatum, "And none of use have partnerships with any electronic company to get one for free"

"Kids, get here now!", Anna exclaimed from the first floor

Turning off the speaker and taking it with you the six of you went downstairs to have breakfast and then going to the living room to open the gifts

And after recieving a Vivienne Westwood bag from your mom, a Van Cleef & Arpels bracelet (which your mom, Naiia, Meghan and Anna recieved in diferent colors) from your dad, the new Bratz videogame and a new case for your nintendo switch from Jakob and Meghan, and personalized golf sticks from Jakob, books (The Great Gatsby, Wildfire, Taylor Swift Book of Lyrics, Breakfast at Tiffany's, Falling off the Cliff) from Naiia and Stutz, and the Frankestein and Bride of Frankenstein Monster High from Naiia, a Dyson Airwrap from Jack, and the Masters of Make-Up Effects: A Century of Practical Magic book from Anna

After openning the main gifts, the Chiefs vs Raiders was on the TV (principally to see Taylor on screen), all of you were openning the stockings, in yours there were lip glosses from essence, a snake hairclaw, a new airpods case, a Grinch plushie, candy and chocolates, but what weirded you a little bit was the Mercedes white hat almost at the bottom of the stocking

"I apreciate and like the hat, but I only watch Formula 1 when I'm bored", you said putting the hat on your head

"There's something more on the stocking", Georgina pointed

Introducing your hand at the bottom of the stocking you pulled a set of car keys with a keychain of the ghostface mask with a tiara

"No", you murmured, "No way, are you serious?"

"It's in the front porch", Skeet said

Almost running with the rest following, you went to the front door to opened it to reveal a Mercedes E-Class Cabriolet black with a pink ribbon on top

Feeling the tears dalling off your eyes, you sat in the steps without stop looking at the car sensing how Jack sat by your side hugging you at what you hug him too noticing how your siblings were filming your reaction

"Thank you very much", you cried watching at your parents and holding their hands, "I promise to take care of it and not crash it or having fines, I promise"

"We trust in you", Georgina nodded kissing your head

"Besides, you earned it", Skeet added

"Thank you very much", you repeated

Recovering from the shock of getting a car for christmas, all of you returned to the interior of the house to continue to enjoy the day

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 82 A Brutal Murder in Brutalist Housing

Murdle Advent Day3

Layabout Sable loves everybody so much, and gives her heart to you!

(sobbing)

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

(OR IN THIS CASE, BEFORE OR AFTER EATING!!)

Logico tries to find a place to sleep. He’s stuck in the Brutalist Housing, which, as it sounds, is very, very horrible housing. All of the rooms are the same. Except one, which has a crumpled poster of Silverton the Legend on the wall. Logico decides he doesn’t want that one. It’s not nice to have an old man watching you sleep.

Irratino wakes up in the middle of the night, staring at nothing, with no one to hold him. He hates it. 

Meanwhile, the little Logico can barely sleep on the brick mattress, and he wakes up to a headless figure looming over him.

LOGICO: [incredible scream] My LORD, Taupe!! What on earth do you want?!

Taupe jumps and runs in place. It is very panicked.

LOGICO: I can’t understand.

Taupe not only can’t talk - it can’t even do proper charades due to lack of arms! 

TAUPE: [aggressive]  -- --- -. … - . .-.

Radical Crimson and Bluski barge into the room and slam the door, out of breath.

LOGICO: Seriously! What is your problem?? R. CRIMSON: Go see for yourself.

The cowardly suspects back against a wall as an annoyed Logico opens the door. The smell of rotting flesh overwhelms him, and he looks up to see a greasy, dripping, vaguely humanoid skinwalker with hollowed-out sockets for eyes and torn skin hanging off everywhere.

GRAYWALKER: WWWAAAAAAHHHHHH NO NO NO NO NO

Making nonstop Chewbacca sounds, the monster picks up Logico, who screams like a little girl and punches the thing in the face. 

GRAYWALKER: WAHH-GICO. WAHH-GICO WOOOOOHH. [horrific sound that resembles laughing]

It throws Logico into another room, where a body is located. He should have listened to Taupe!

R. CRIMSON: KILL IT! KILL IT NOW!!

The Graywalker starts sobbing and ducks behind Logico. 

LOGICO: I’ll let… the CDC kill it. For now, I have to solve a murder… BLUSKI: LOGICO! You need to get that thing away from us!

The Graywalker has imprinted on Logico, and pats his head, getting discolored slime all over him that smells like shit.

LOGICO: WHY CAN’T YOU DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT?!

The smell (and general wetness) is getting to everyone. Logico has to trap this thing AND solve the murder at the same time. But one of those things is slightly more important.

R. CRIMSON: DIE, BITCH!

She runs at it with a small knife. She slices its side, and it screams like a pterodactyl. The Graywalker pounces on her, pins her down, and vomits in her hair. R. CRIMSON: [screams of agony]

Taupe rushes in to save her, and knocks the thing out of the way. It stomps loudly, and the Graywalker sits, looking dejected.

LOGICO: All right. I have an idea. But everyone HAS to keep quiet.

Bluski hurries out and takes a death trap from the Red arsenal. Logico places the only food around - a piece of broccoli lodged in the wall - into the trap, and the four duck into a corner as they wait for the thing to die.

The Graywalker unsurprisingly has no interest whatsoever in the wall broccoli, and tears open ceiling boards to reveal a bucket of murk, which it inhales.

R. CRIMSON: Why the HELL would you assume it’s VEGETARIAN?!

After chugging down the grime, the Graywalker starts lumbering towards Logi and the gang again. Its walk is most terrible because it’s ALMOST human, but just not enough. Taupe lunges again, sending it flying across the room (and breaking another wall). This, of course, agitates it. But it’s only interested in Bluski…

BLUSKI: FUCK! FUCK! GET IT AWAY! 

He brings out a champagne bottle which he breaks on its head. It has little reaction, aside from slurping up any alcohol it can get. But Logico isn’t fooled - the bottle has normal human blood on it!

LOGICO: Murderer! BLUSKI: The person was a messenger trying to make me fight for Major Red… I don’t want to fight. I only want to spread propaganda. I’m done fighting… I don’t want to- LOGICO: Hey, hey. It’s alright.

You know what’s not alright, the Graywalker is still there! Taupe to the rescue. It kicks the walker’s ass and forces it to walk with it all the way to the hospital.

Logico doesn’t have time to figure out what the ACTUAL FUCK that was. He has just received the most disturbing message of his life.

“Logico, it’s Irratino! They’re- they’re- they’re going to cut off my body! HURRY! HELP!! Help…”

When Logico checks the newspaper, it’s true - Irratino is scheduled for a public execution the following morning.

The end!

Sweet dreams everyone

by everyone i mean raven and blue :'D

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!