#but then it just snowballed into all this

[omgiamwish]

Snowmen and Such

@mp100secretspirit Here is my present for @smoarchok! I hope you enjoy it <3

About 1800 words of pure fluff. Read below, or on Ao3

Shigeo rests his arms on the wooden railing, leaning his weight against it and letting it hold him. Snowflakes fall in big clumps to join the expanse of white already carpeting the landscape. The sky is a soft gray, as far as he can see, and the light is dim despite only being late morning. Except for the soft static of snowflakes landing, the whole world is quiet.

“Hey!” Tome-san’s voice pierces the silence, but it’s not at all unwelcome. He turns to her as she joins him. “You forgot your earmuffs in the room.”

“Oh.” He takes them from her with a smile and puts them on. He hadn’t noticed how cold his ears had gotten. “Thank you, Tome-san.”

“What’re you doing out here, anyway?”

“I wanted to… to watch the snow, I guess.” He looks back to it, eyes catching on individual flakes in their descent. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this much at once. It’s really pretty.”

“Reigen-san said it snowed on the company trip you all went on last year…”

“Not this much. I’m glad I decided to come after all.”

Tome-san leans on the railing next to him. “Even though they didn’t even need you?”

Shigeo considers that. “Maybe even more because of that. And it was nice that Shishou asked if I wanted to come this time, instead of just… expecting I would.”

They watch the snow in silence for a long moment. Shigeo imagines laying down in it and letting the falling snow cover him. How long would it take? Until he was just another lump or indent in the frozen landscape? Although, as peaceful as it sounds, he probably wouldn’t like having that much snow on his face.

Tome-san thumps him on his back, breaking him out of his thoughts. “I feel like building a snowman. Wanna help?”

“Oh. Yeah!”

They leave the sanctuary of the porch and wade out into the snow. It’s only a few seconds before Tome-san gives up making her own path and walks in Shigeo’s footsteps. He doesn’t blame her; the snow is knee deep, making every step effortful. By the time they get to the flat area of what might be a lawn in warmer weather, Shigeo is breathing heavily and verging on lightheadedness. He flops onto his back like he’d imagined doing only minutes earlier.

“Hey.” Tome-san kicks his shoe. “You’re not giving up already, are you?”

“No,” Shigeo wheezes, staring at the sky and blinking hard when a snowflake lands in his eye. “I’m just… resting.”

“You’re not slacking off in your club, are you?” She kicks his shoe a few more times. He moves to kick back and she steps out of range. “Letting Sagawa do all the work?”

“I placed twelfth in this year’s marathon, you know.”

“And then you slacked off so hard, you lost a year’s progress in like. Two months. I see, I see.”

“No,” Shigeo protests, laughing. He sits up and brushes snow off his face.

Tome kneels down and starts packing together a snowball. It takes her a few tries before it stops falling apart when she tries to roll it and she laughs in triumph when she finally gets something bigger than a baseball.

Shigeo watches her push the ball around, packing snow onto the sides to keep it a little more even. He picks up some snow and tries to pack a ball of his own. It takes him a lot longer to get it rolling than it took Tome-san, and by the time he has a ball as big as his head, she’s already got a second ball of about the same size.

“Hey Mob-kun!” she calls a bit later. “Come stack these for me! Oh, and bring that over, too. That can be the head!”

Shigeo picks up the ball he’d been working on and walks over to Tome-san, taking the path she’d made with her work.

The first ball she’d made comes all the way up their hips, and the second is maybe about half that size. Shigeo puts down his own comparatively meager sized snowball and tries to lift the smaller of Tome-san’s. It takes him a few tries to get a good grip and then for the next few moments, his entire focus is on Not Dropping It. He clutches it to his chest. Leans back to distribute the weight. Staggers the few steps to his goal. Heaves it into place and holds onto the whole thing for a few seconds to make sure it won’t fall as soon as he lets go.

Then he collapses back into the snow.

Tome-san kicks his shoe.

“That was kind of impressive actually. I thought for sure you were going to use your powers. You should definitely use them for the next one, though.”

“Next… one?” Shigeo pants. Snowflakes tickle his eyelashes.

“Yeah. I want to see how big of a snowman we can make.” He hears Tome-san move around and the crunch of snow. “This one isn’t even as tall as me.”

Shigeo huffs a laugh. For awhile, he just listens to her pushing snow around. Then he sits up and looks at the snowman they’ve already made. Tome-san put the head on and packed snow into the places where the snowballs meet. It looks kind of lopsided and lumpy, stained with dirt and grass, not at all like the perfect white spheres you see in cartoons.

He kind of likes it.

Tome-san is making some weird noises, though, so he stands up and walks over to where she’s pushing ineffectually at a… very large snowball.

“Do you need help?”

“Come over and help me push!”

“With my powers?” Shigeo rests a hand on the ball. It’s about the same size as the bottom one of the complete snowman.

“No, that’s cheating.” She shifts around, digging her shoulder into it, shoes slipping on uncovered grass. “You have to- have to roll them naturally, or it doesn’t count.”

“But it’s okay to use psychic powers to stack them?”

Tome-san glares at him. “Are you going to help or not?”

He kneels beside her and braces himself against the packed snow. On three, they push together. It rolls over easily. The next few rolls are progressively less easy. They keep at it until, even with their combined efforts, they can’t get it to move.

Panting for air, they lean against the snowball, legs sprawled out before them. Shigeo is half sweaty, half freezing. Tome-san opens the top of her coat, so he expects she feels about the same.

“Do you… do you think… we can make the next one… just as big?”

Shigeo laughs, a stuttering, breathy thing.

They cannot, in fact, get the next one as big.

They get close, though, and Tome-san directs Shigeo to stack the two extremely large snowballs next to the first snowman. She rolls a third snowball for the head, no bigger than the head of the other. It sets Shigeo off to giggling.

“Wait, hold on. Look, look.” Tome-san pulls off a glove and digs her thumb into packed snow, drawing the shape of a tie on each snowman torso. “It’s-” She wheezes through laughter. “It’s Reigen-san and Serizawa-san.”

Shigeo makes an embarrassingly high-pitched noise. Shaking with renewed laughter, he packs together a snowball and places it at the feet of the snowmen. “D- Dimple,” he explains.

They both collapse into laughter, Tome-san howling with it.

���What’re you kids laughing at?”

Shishou approaches, walking in the trench of their foot prints that the still-falling snow had been working to cover and thus far only softened the edges of. Ritsu trails a few meters behind.

“Well, I guess those are some funny looking snowmen. Why is that one so much more shitty than the other though?”

“That one’s you, Shishou.”

Tome-san, who had almost regained composure, bursts into laughing again. Dimple pops into visibility to join her, and even Ritsu barks a laugh. Reigen-shishou gapes at him, baffled, or maybe betrayed, but Shigeo just grins, unrepentant.

“What the hell. Who’s the other one, then?”

“Serizawa-san, of course,” Tome-san answers, fighting giggles.

“And Dimple,” Shigeo adds, nudging said snowball with his foot.

“Hey,” Dimple complains, without heat.

“That’s kind of cute, actually,” Reigen-shishou decides.

“Nobody asked you,” Dimple mutters.

“But if you kids are getting up to this kind of stuff, you’re definitely in the mood for a snowball fight, yeah?”

Tome-san raises her eyebrows, then looks to Shigeo. He tilts his head, considering. “I don’t know Shishou, Tome-san and I are kind of tired.”

“Nonsense.” Reigen-shishou scoops some snow from the ground and starts packing it. “You kids need to lighten up. How often have you seen such great snowball weather?” He pulls back his arm, clearly aiming at Shigeo. “It’d be a shame to waste-”

A snowball hits Reigen-shishou in the head, disintegrating into a white halo. He stumbles forward with a shriek, almost face-planting in as-of-yet untouched snow.

“What’s wrong, Reigen-san,” Ritsu calls, gathering another handful of snow. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Reigen-shishou whips around and throws the snowball he’d intended for Shigeo at Ritsu. Ritsu doesn’t need to dodge the poorly aimed throw and doesn’t bother to. The next two snowballs hit Reigen-shishou in the chest, despite his attempts to dodge.

“Mob, Tome-chan, help me out here.”

Three snowballs hit Reigen-shishou at once.

Tome-san laughs. Her laugh cuts off into a shriek when a snowball hits her chest, right where her coat is still open.

“Mob, what the hell!”

She lunges toward him, scooping up snow to let loose over his head. He scrambles away, flinging loose snow behind him. He'd opened his own coat a bit, in the last efforts of making the snowmen, and she wastes no time in tackling him and shoving snow down his shirt.

They keep that up for awhile, shoving snow into each others faces and hair and clothes. Making to get up and run away, only to slip on the snowy ground or be tugged back down with the lightest pull. It’s Tome-san who finally calls a halt, breathing too heavily to laugh, but still smiling.

“That- that’s enough. It’s way too cold to keep doing this. Let’s go in.”

Despite her words, she doesn’t make any move to get up from where she’s sprawled in the snow. Shigeo doesn’t either, only rolling a bit to the side to get out of her personal space.

“Are you alright, Nii-san?” Ritsu calls.

“Mm.” Shigeo looks around. “Did Shishou go inside already?”

“Yeah.” Ritsu smirks. Then he steps closer holding out his hand. “We should, too. Your clothes are wet, and you’ll get sick if you stay in them too long.”

Shigeo takes Ritsu’s hand, accepting his help up. Tome-san stands by herself, brushing snow off her clothes. Dimple hovers around their heads, commenting on the fight. Together, they head inside to the warmth of the building, Serizawa-san’s questions, and Reigen-shishou’s complaining. Shigeo can’t stop smiling.

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Floyd Leech - New Year's Attire Voice Lines

Due to event restrictions, Groovy related lines are locked until the event has been cleared. I will update once these are unlocked. Login line has been captured. New Year's Attire Floyd does not have a vignette.

Summon: Happy New Year! It feels like a new year ain't really gonna change anything, but honestly, I actually kinda like the hype.

Groovification: --LOCKED--

Home: Gettin' in these clothes suuuck.

Home Transition 1: I asked Seahorse-kun what all we got, and he told me all clothes, shoes, and hats were all "IN STOCK NOW!" That's the best kind of lineup!

Home Transition 2: When we were shoveling snow outside the shop, I threw a snowball at Sea Snake-kun and he got suuuper pissed. It was so hilarious that I threw another one at him.

Home Transition 3: I heard in the East, there's this custom where they give people money for New Year's. Heh, maybe they're tryin' to curry favor for the future...?

Home Transition - Login: Welllcome. Buy all the stuff you want! You ain't thinkin' you're gonna leave without buying nothin'... are ya?

Home Transition - Groovy: --LOCKED--

Home Tap 1: I thought these sleeves were annoyin' at first, but they're actually a pretty useful place to put stuff. I think I'll jam my phone and wallet in 'em.

Home Tap 2: Fwoooo... When I breath out like this, see how it comes out all smoke-like. Cool, huh? It's kinda like how the bubbles'd come out of my mouth in the ocean.

Home Tap 3: It's great that Sea Urchin-chan's so good at shoveling snow～ He's all gung-ho 'bout it 'cause it's good for training, or whatever, so I can just sit back and relax.

Home Tap 4: Even if the shop's crazy packed, it's easy to find where Sea Slug-senpai is. That's 'cause wherever he's at, it's like a mysterious void opens up, and no one goes there.

Home Tap 5: You wanna know which thing you're holding is better to get...? Obviously, they're both good. 'Kay, thanks for your purchase～

Home Tap - Groovy: --LOCKED--

Requested by Anonymous.

[elementalwriter67]

So fun fact about me that you all may not know, but may suspect given my recent reblogs, but I was a Percy Jackson kid growing up. I found the book series in elementary school, fell in love with it and greek mythology in general. The reason I say this is because after having listened to the Epic the Musical (on repeat) I now have a personal headcannon that the Apollo cabin in PJO has it down bad for Epic the Musical and are also listening to it on repeat using the cabin stereo system.

Like it started out small with some of them finding it when the first saga was released and then it snowballed from there until the entire cabin was listening to it by the time the vengeance saga came around. And I can guarantee you that in my headcannon when the Ithaca Saga came out they used the Hermes cabin to get access to wifi so they could watch the livestream premiere. They all cried during it. The Hermes kids had no idea what was going on or why the entire Apollo cabin were having a fucking break down but they were rolling with it.

I also headcannon that since they started listening to it on repeat they have begun singing different songs from the different sagas during campfire night. Some of their offerings at dinner now go to Jorge even though he's not a god but Apollo allows it because he's also started listening to the musical because literally all his kids are obsessed with it and he's got to admit that it's a banger. The Apollo kids have now also started saying things like; "Odysseus would never," when they hear the tea coming from the Aphrodite cabin. They also say "guys that's not very open arms of you."

They've also unanimously created a code phrase that is used both on and off the battlefield and during capture the flag. The code phrase? 600 strike! Which triggers the Apollo cabin like sleeper agents to all close ranks and attack the attacker of who ever called out 600 strike. This has been used in capture the flag before to the utter confusion of both teams but mainly of Percy who was the one it was called on and could not understand why the entirety of the Apollo cabin was now coming at him like he had broken one of their instruments again.

Apollo absolutely, on more than one occasion, come down from olympus while his kids are listening to Epic during the "I can't help but wonder" song just to act out the scene where Odysseus goes "Son, I'm finally home" to have all of his kids there at the time tackle him to the ground. Chiron was concerned when this first happened wondering who pissed who off but after the tenth time that month he's over it and is just letting them do their thing. It's safer that way.

[kingjasnah]

after finishing wat i'm even more confused on what cultivation's end goal was? did she think taravangian was going to just chill after taking odium and end all the wars? or was all this (dalinar rejecting honour and retribution forming) part of her grand plan since she was the one who told dalinar to go find honour in the first place?

yeah this was so not her end game, what happened was apocalyptically bad for almost everyone involved. ok so i believe cultivation's gambit was originally that taravangian's nightwatcher curse of extreme intellect and extreme compassion would help him master the odium shard, like he'd still be odium but he would have the human compassion (and taravangian's ties to his family and kharbranth) to balance out the shard's own will/intent ig of hatred. so he'd be able to control it almost, like he wouldn't be ruled by it. the gambit was that taravangian loved humanity to the point of maybe stopping the desolations to preserve human life (a very 'cultivation' perspective to have).

of course this blew up in her face so badly that he wiped kharbranth off the map and man if im really honest this was one of my fave parts of the book. the realization throughout the interludes that taravangian's altruism was actually rooted in this deep selfishness and that it wasn't that he wanted his people to be safe, HE wanted to be the one to make them safe and HE wanted to be the only one to rule them in the name of their own safety. and he'd kill his own family for that. that's so awesome i loved it. and it all snowballed into this love and desire for pure conquest. he wouldn't have become retribution without both the compassion and intelligence cultivation granted him but she misjudged him and the reasons behind his soft heart so badly that she sooooooo didn't see it coming

[lale-txt]

HQ X READER SECRET SANTA ; m.list

the warmest thank you to everyone who got together for this exchange and made it a magical one. twenty people participating and making connections, sharing whimsy and love–that's really all i ever dreamt of. it's what fandom is about to me and i'm happy we got to experience this together. you all have a safe spot secured in my heart ♡

& to every reader, please show your love and appreciation for these talented writers, they poured so much love into their works!

… alex · @honey-decadence // ignite ; oikawa

… april · @kentocalls // simple, honest ; osamu

… asha · @hatsukeii // real love, baby! ; kageyama

… ave · @hiraethwa // purposefully ; atsumu

… cheer · @nekomacheercaptain // kiyoko on ice ; kiyoko

… cid · @yogurtkags // happy accidents ; kuroo

… dodger · @nectardaddy // under the lights ; bokuto

… eggy · @eggyrocks // eggnog & mistletoe ; nishinoya

… ellie · @nekozaki // subtly falling ; sugawara

… grae · @nowoyas // the crows and cats christmas reunion ; kuroo

… hazel · @husbandograveyard // taking our time ; atsumu

… hea · @hiraethwrote // are we just friends? ; osamu

… kai · @tulip-room // to have and to hold ; kuroo

… lale · @lale-txt // exoplanets ; iwaizumi

… lena · @szyvrue // green eggs and ham ; osamu

… lotus · @eussstasss // there's something else ; sugawara

… newt · @newtthetranswriter // snowball proposal ; oikawa

… nina · @nekomasmngr // a love to keep me warm ; kageyama

… pif · @piftamere // something real ; suna

… wyr · @afyrian // winter lights ; osamu

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Sometimes I miss Tokyo Revengers I reread the manga but then I get depressed seeing characters die, so I skip some chapters and end up finishing it so fast😵I'm just so attached to the characters, that the deaths actually HURT me, I can't bare to see it😣I need an actual slice of life spin off of Tokyo Revengers 🙏

A slice of life spinoff would be so good though! Just seeing all of them hanging out together or getting into chill fights like water fights or snowball fights between the gangs. We definitely could do with something like that!

[prettyinaccurate]

Hey we don’t know each other, but I just found out that you were the one who drew that picture of TommyInnit standing above the lava in the Nether with the caption “It’s not your time to die yet” on it?

I just wanted to say that back in the days of lockdown, I had heard of the dsmp but wasn’t interested in getting into it (I figured the story couldn’t be that compelling or worth looking into), but I randomly saw YOUR art piece and it made me go “Wow, okay wait, so there’s like, depth and angst and stuff to this thing? There’s more to it than silliness? Maybe I should check it out…”

And from there I became a massive dsmp fan, which got me through some of the worst of lockdown and got me over the worst/biggest art block I’d ever had, I met tons of fellow fans who became close friends of mine, I got into other minecraft-related spheres after the dsmp ended and had a wonderful time with those, and I’m still having fun with things like Hermitcraft and Life Series today with both old and new friends.

And in a way, I have you to directly thank for all of that, and for unintentionally being the catalyst that started a snowball rolling of so much joy in my life and so many new adventures online and irl.

So I know that art is one of your older pieces and you probably haven’t thought about it in a while, but I wanted to say thank you for drawing it and for unintentionally making an impact in the life of me, a stranger. I’m glad I found you and that you’re still active making other art (you’ve improved SO MUCH, btw! I loved your old stuff obviously but I LOVE your new stuff!), and I wish you happiness and gentleness all your life. I hope you never forget how your art can bring so much good that you’ll never even be aware of. Have a nice day!

It's hard not to be embarrassed about my Dream SMP days with everything that has happened after, but it's things like this that keep me from ever deleting old art. I am so glad that something I put into the world was able to - directly or not - develop into something that holds place in your memory.

I might not know you, but we are all the same; little things can spiral into meaningful experiences, and the connection we can form as artists, no matter how inconsequential, is more significant than any one body of work could ever hope to be.

I wish you the best 💕

[xluciifer]

2025, huh?

I remember 2016-2018 just happened yesterday and life's been a blur since then.

I've been on Tumblr since 2011-2012 and been writing since I was 11. I love creating writing, I'll always thank my English teacher who introduced me to Lord of The Flies and an assignment we needed to do to speak in the POV of one of the main characters.

Then I found Tumblr in its glory years and have been writing ever since. I absolutely adore it and think I've made tremendous progress over the years. But after I started to chase love and got into abusive relationship after abusive relationship, I fell out of writing and felt like I couldn't without my insecure relationships thinking I was talking to "another man". So I gave a lot of what made me me in order to bring someone else happiness.

Sonic Prime got me back into the writing scene again as Nine and it snowballed from there to try Lucifer at the beginning of the year, then Pomni and etc. And I'm so incredibly happy I made the decision to come back, even though just at the end of summer, I disappeared again. Raising an autistic kiddo alone has been really hard but I've been making it work.

And I've made so so so many dear connections with many of you to consider as my friends and it's the first time in years that I felt like I had my own friends again. Thank you for joining me in my journey back into the writing scene, I wouldn't trade ANY of you for the world. I can't wait to befriend and start writing with the many of you I have yet to.

Thank you for being my friend and got sticking it through with me, joining me into the new year.

I hope 2025 is easier for all of us than 2024.

Your King, Luci, loves you. ❤️👑

[madschiavelique]

So it FINALLY SNOWED ON CHRISTMAS/CHRISTMAS EVE HERE IM SO HAPPY

Agh. Imagine the month off from the academy and they all wake up to snow. The reader and sky are out side enjoying it and all of a sudden…WHAM—SNOWBALL. Who is it other than Jayce and Viktor?!…chaos ensues.

IM SO SO LATE FOR THIS IM SO SORRY BUT YESSSSS

they wake up and it's all white outside, every rooftop of the city being covered in a heavy coat of white snow while snowflakes are magically waltzing down from the sky.

sky and reader don't waste a single second putting on their coats and scarfs to go down and start building a snowman and it's really that one vid that goes

reader : me and my sibling are doing a snowman and i think she just needs a little bit on the side sky : it's a she? reader : of course it's a she! i would never build a man sky : he better build himself up reader : period

cue to reader receiving a snowball on her head, standing with a mouth shaped like a O as she turns around to viktor and jayce, viktor straight up pointing at jayce like he did it (he didn't. viktor did)

so teams form, sky and you on one side trying to efficiently make snowballs that viktor tries to break mid air with his cane while jayce throws BIG ASS balls to them

they call for a pause, and now they're all sitting in Emeline's bakery drinking hot chocolate and eating pastries while laughing and debriefing this intense battle

ghrgrgertz this makes me so warm and happy to think about THANK U SM FOR BRINGING THIS IDEA TO ME BESTIE!!!!

[itoshi-rin-rin]

✧→𝘼 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬←✧

Itoshi rin x reader

.*˚❄️️❅.:❄️.*˚❄️.*˚❄️.:❅❄️.*˚

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ- ғʟᴜғғ, sᴏᴄᴄᴇʀ, ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ��ғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ, sɴᴏᴡ, sɴᴏᴡʙᴀʟʟ ғɪɢʜᴛ, ɢᴏᴏғʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x sᴛᴏɪᴄ ʙᴜᴛ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛɪᴍᴇ, ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, “ʏᴏᴜ” ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴs, sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴀs ʜᴇʟʟ, ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴏᴏᴄ ʀɪɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ᴏɴ

.*˚❄️️❅.:❄️.*˚❄️.*˚❄️.:❅❄️.*˚

“HA!-“

it was no doubt that you were shit at shooting the ball, which is which was why most of your work in the field were passes to rin and sae. As the ball shot into the goal rin stood behind you, currently snowing in japan in this time of month, rin dressed in a sweater wearing a scarf around his neck while you only wore a sweater.

”so how was that goal?” You asked looking back towards him “it wasn’t powerful, nor did it have a curve” as he gave his honest opinion you groaned into your gloved hands “this is going no where!” Rin heard your complain before walking over with another soccer ball

”i told you already, just hit with the side tip of your shoe slightly under the middle of the ball” dropping the soccer ball he positioned his foot and demonstrated, “hmm” you hummed looking down, rin took a step back before placing his ungloved hands into his pocket. you looked at the goal before looking down at the ball, pinpoint exactly where you’ll kick. A step back, you charged your body forward to hit the—

you slipped.

“SHIT!”

you did an awkward dance to save yourself from falling on the ground before you stood up straight again, silence emitted from both of you before it was broken by a sniffled laughter from rin.

”pfft-“

”ASSHOLE!!” You pointed at him “you saw nothing!” You pointed at him embarrassed, rin did nothing but looked away from you doing his best to keep up a poker face. “Yeah no i didn’t see anything” hearing sarcasm in his voice, a vein irked on your forehead before you cupped snow on your hand before

BOOF*

the snow ball smacked unto rin’s face, you started laughing watching the snow fall off his face “you little-“ he dives down to the ground to cup a snow ball, your attempt to run away was futile as the snow ball smacked you on the back of your head feeling the cold snow slide down to the back of your sweater shuddering at the feeling ”EW!!” You both now attempt in shoving each other with snow, a dodge here and smack there. But most of all loud laughter and a small chuckle under his breath, both of you had an attack stance towards each other with a snowball in each hand.

”you’re dead” he told

”lol no you” you replied

both of you charged forward but rin stepped on the same place you were earlier and slipped tumbling and crashing unto you. Both of your bodies laid on the snow floor as you clutched your stomach ”BAHAHA i can't believe you slipped too!!” A cheeky smile on your face, rin looked to his side to see you smile. He couldn’t help but give a small smile as well, he threw over some snow on your face before you gasped and sneeze

you quickly sat and dusted your face from the snow “yeesh im bout to catch a cold” rin didn’t sit up but he simply laid on the snow as well, looking up at the dark sky. Noticing his hands ungloved you realize how painful it would be if you held snow with bare hands for too long, removing your gloves your warm hands rested on his, Shocked rin froze for a bit before relaxing. “Your hands are sweaty” he suddenly told “uGH!” you scrunched up your face and pulled to wipe your hands on your pants

rin then sat up as well Beside you before holding your hand as well “but it’s warm too” you both sat there for a while, both of your face flushed red whether it be from the cold or from the contact. in that moment you both managed to feel warm while being surrounded in snow you let go and stood up “let’s go back to your house, the snow is starting to pick up” you told nonchalantly before picking up both of the soccer ball, one belonging to each other. Rin stood up as well, taking the ball from your hold before you both walked back.

hand in hand

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❄︎　　❅　　*.　　❅　　✥　　✣　　✤

CUTE THIS HAS TO BE MY FAV, ANYWAYS HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!

ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ɪᴛᴏsʜɪ ʀɪɴ ғᴀɴ ᴄʟᴜʙ!! ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴜᴘʟᴏᴀᴅᴇᴅ!

[nqueso-emergency]

Lord the Bvddies just won't leave you alone will they? I'm so tired of watching them scream mEDia LitEraCy at us...like, you want some media literacy? Ryan and Oliver have never been anything but politely neutral about bvddie in interviews where they are contractually obligated to not make their show look bad, Ryan seems to be going down at alt-right pipeline and we all KNOW how that's likely to make him feel about playing a queer character, and in this political climate, the chances of a Disney-owned entity allowing one of their top-rated franchises to make not one, but two of its FOUR main male characters discover they aren't straight after years of being presented as such are approximately those of a snowball in hell. The only thing I'll give them is that Tommy might have been meant to be temporary, not because of bvddie, but so they could swing back to Buck dating women because hey, that could give them diversity points without actually having to show diversity. However, they seem to have been genuinely caught off guard by how popular Tommy and Tevan were and that might, MIGHT sway them into committing to it fully (while keeping Eddie straight and making sure any future male mains they bring in are straight.)

Sorry, just had to get that off my chest. You're doing the lord's work and I hope your beverage of choice is always just the right temperature, your pillow is always cold, and people who cut you off in traffic run over a nail.

Yes, anon. You are so on point.

And thank you!! All people who cut me off in traffic are bestie boos. I make the rules.

[insomniamamma]

Hey @maggiemayhemnj! Tumblr ate the ask part way through writing this! This was a lot of fun to write!

Snow Day: Din Djarin & Grogu

A/N: Set between S1 and S2, as in before they crash on the ice planet. Wobbles back and forth between Din and Grogu's POV. Un-beta'd. Barely edited.

Warnings: Slightest hint of angst, because i can't help myself but 99.99% soft fluffy fluff. Just our clan of two playing in the snow.

Din wakes to the gabble of his charge, blunt claws tapping against the transparisteel windows. “It’s snow,” says Din, “You’ve never seen snow?” Those dark eyes rake over his visor and then flick away, ears and shoulders slump. “Not every world has snow,” says Din, “How about we go take a look?”

Grogu squirms at the feeling of socks and bantha hide booties over his feet. It’s very cold, Adika, and you are so much smaller than me. Grogu can’t always understand the sounds that the Mandalorian makes, but he never doubts what he feels from Din, never doubts Din’s care, and so only wiggles a little bit when Din works his feet into the booties. Grogu descends the ramp as he usually does, claws tapping against Din’s greaves, only this time his claws are blunted by mittens, and for a moment he is afraid and then he sees the wide expanse of shimmering white, ears pricking up, but there is nothing to hear except for his own heart, the soft crumping sound of his own steps, sensation of snow compacting beneath his feet, like walking through wet sand but not. It’s so quiet.

He’s not used to quiet anymore, accustomed to ship sounds, engine noise rattle and burble of much repaired life support and coolant systems. Peers up at Din, (has never seen Din’s face but the name echoed in his head the first time he laid eyes on the tall armored man, a sound like a bell and warmth like sun on his skin, like the smiles and laughs of long gone friends), watches as he holds the scope to his visor and scans. Grogu sees nothing but low dark clouds and distant trees laden with snow. Takes a few steps to feel the strange compression of it under his feet.

“It’s okay, Kiddo, there’s no large life forms in range. You can play. Go on.” The little one looks up at him, puzzled, and Din hunkers in the snow next to him.

“You can draw in it, see?” He extends a gloved finger and draws a flattened oval with two dots for eyes and elongate triangular ears. “That’s you.”

The child squeals and yanks a mitten off with his teeth, draws a flattened oval crossed with a t-shape. “That’s me! That looks just like me, ad’ika!”

“Eek?”

“Ad’ika means little one.” Din shakes his head, “I don’t know your name, so this will have to do for now.”

“Eek! Ih Eek patu!” Grogu leans into the warm weight of Din’s gloved hand ruffling the sparse fuzz on the top of his head.

“Check this out,” says Din, and rakes snow together with his fingers, squeezes it in his palms, opens his hands to reveal an irregular white sphere, tosses the snowball gently and it splats against the rough weave of the child’s robe and for a moment he is afraid but then the child laughs big and bright all crinkled eyes and sharp carnivore teeth, scraping up handfuls of snow and flinging them at Din, glittering arcs falling short. Ad’ika peers down at his empty, claws and frowns.

“Watch me,” he says, “Like this, see?” Din reaches and fills his hands with snow, feels impact against his helmet and half his visor blurred with melting slush, high reedy laughter overdriving his pickups. “You got me! Well done, Ad’ika!”

The ache of the cold in his knees makes him stand, dusting the snow from his armor, while his charge points at the sky and gabbles, bends and scoops him into his arms. “It’s snowing!” Fluffy white flakes drift down in slow, silent spirals. The baby pats his mittened hands together, trying to catch the drifting flakes and opening his hands beads of water on his palms.

“I lived in a city before the Mandalorians found me, on a world called Aq Vetina. We didn’t get much snow, not where we were. We’d get maybe one good snow storm each winter. And everyone would be out in the streets playing in the snow. Children and grown ups alike. Because we knew it wouldn’t stay more than a day or so. Hey! Tilt your head back and open your mouth!”

“Ah?”

“You can catch snowflakes on your tongue!” He remembers the feeling up snow melting on his tongue, landing on his eyelids, dusting his cheeks. Grogu delights in the feeling of snowflakes melting on his upturned face, but his joy is threaded through with grief and longing from Din. I understand, he says in his mind, knowing that his mouth can’t yet shape the sounds in basic, so he grabs Din’s thumb, feels Din’s hand fold around his. “Let’s go inside. I’ll heat up some soup.”

[viperbunnies]

It's officially New years for me here! I am not the best at words, but I'm thankful for the support that I've received for the short amount of time that I've started posting art more often.

What started off as me wanting to just Archive some art I'm proud of snowballed to so many memories that I'll look back fondly to, so many silly ideas that breached containment that I remember seeing people do (Like the draw your oc reacting to their fave card that me and addie just talked about as a joke, and the Shroompocalypse that was just meant to be an Jade stealing people's yume joke)

I'm glad that I met so many amazing people and discovered new artists on this site! With that said I want to drop a few words of thanks to some of the amazing people that I've met here <3

Firstly, thank you to @oya-oya-okay being my first ever follower and mutual! If it weren't for you sharing my art I wouldn't be able to meet so many of my moots, your words of encouragement means a lot to me (and to other people that you also support!) I wish you well in life!

Thank you to @natsukishinomiyaswife ! If it weren't for you reaching out to me back then I probably would've continued lurking. You're a dear friend to me and I enjoy our random talks! May it be about life, or our own interests 💕 I hope the new year treats you kindly.

Thank you to @justm3di0cr3 ! For giving me so many ideas (some I've yet to finish...) and for listening to me whatever the topic maybe. I'm thankful that I met you! You're such a considerate person, always checking in on me whenever I feel down. If something's bugging you, I'm always all ears!

Thank you to @scint1llat3 , your overwhelming support has helped me so much. It's always fun seeing your currynoodles, and just your art in general. But it's just as fun just reading your thoughts! Your comments/tags are always so fun to read 😭 I hope you never get tired doing what you love! Labyu lodicakes (/p) kain ka ng madaming pansit sa new years for long life

Thank you to @jovieinramshackle ! I remember feeling so scared due to some inevitable changes, but seeing your general words of encouragement during that time helped me so much. Wishing you the best on your journey as well!

Thank you to @fell-e ! Your keysmashes and memes are so fun to see 😭 Genuinely need to know how you make them so quickly. Thank you as well for being my earliest supporters, I probably would've been burnt out so quickly if you didn't show genuine interest in my arts.

Thank you to @part-sadist ! For the laughs that you give me from your silly sketches, and for acknowledging some of my ideas. You've contributed so much ideas to my to do list as well, to the point that I don't think I'm gonna run out of any drawing prompts any time soon (They just need to give me the time already...)

Thank you to @taruruchi ! for being one of my earliest supporters, it's just so nice to see someone with similar interests as me! I still have so many Oz and Taru interactions that I want to make, so I hope you look forward to them hehe.

Thank you to @jadelover69 (i miss your old name /j) Thank you as well for your overwhelming support! I love seeing the things you rb on my tl, may it be twst or different fandoms you're interested in. They help lighten up my mood whenever I need it!

Thank you to @the-travelling-witch ! We haven't been mutuals for long, but you've always been so supportive of me! Thank you for showing genuine interests in my ocs! And for sharing me rambles about yours as well! If you ever get any new ideas, I'd love to hear them :> (Probably not asap due to Timezones and schedules, but of course I'll get to you soon!)

Thank you to my friend (alias Melone) If you see this I hope you know that I'm thankful that you pushed me to draw more. You'll always be my no. 1 hypeman, and I wish we can spend more time together soon. 2024 really is cursed-- our annual meetup didn't happen 😔 I hope we can meet soon! I still need to give you my gifts from your birthday.

If I could add everyone I've met here I genuinely would 😭 I love all of my moots/supporters /p.

Honestly I feel like I'm more cynical qnd negative irl... due to many reasons, but perhaps it's due to the people that I've met here that I'e had such a positive influence, which I'm honestly so thankful for. It's helped a lot with my personal struggles.

If you've made it this far, I hope you know that life gets better. A struggle today, doesn't determine the wind's path tomorrow. Wishing you all Happy new years! I hope that this coming year will be kind to us as all ^^

[katuschka]

Out On The Tiles – Prologue

Jake Kiszka x Chris Turpin Josh Kiszka x Chris Turpin

Yaaay, my first AU! Welcome to the 70s rock&roll hell, baby...

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings – this story will contain: substance abuse, infidelity, debauchery, same sex smut, hetero smut, rough sex, and as always, an unhealthy dose of heavy emotions and feelings

Special thanks to: @thewritingbeforesunrise and her genius, twisted mind that helped me form this story in my own sick brain.

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I'm just a simple guy, I live from day to day A ray of sunshine melts my frown and blows my blues away There's nothing more that I can say but on a day like today I pass the time away and walk a quiet mile with you All I need from you is all your love All you got to give to me is all your love

Prologue

1994 was an eventful year for the Kiszka twins. After years of unsuccessful attempts to launch respectful solo projects they could build upon after the infamous breakup of their band, they had been finally labelled as “has-beens of rock” when grunge hit the mainstream, only to rise up again like a phoenix from the dust of their once stellar career. 

Josh and Jake, THE ultimate enfants terrible of the 70s rock&roll music scene. Angel-faced devils, as they were called. 

It was no longer true, but it kept haunting them anyway. How could it not.

Born to free-thinking parents who never made it to Frisco with the other beatniks, but instead decided to “settle down” in a small town in Michigan after their mother became pregnant, they were raised – together with their younger brother Samuel – in what you could call a “respectful neighborhood”. But everything was different behind the closed doors, as their parents never grew out of love for art, music and literature. 

Their mother was not only a wonderful and respected teacher, but she could also bake devilishly good sweet treats, so the neighbors somehow “tolerated” the fact that she often indulged in painting “weird pictures.” 

Their father played the piano in church on Sundays, while their own house was filled with the sound of delta blues, bebop and rockabilly on Friday nights. 

Even as young kids, they never had to hide their passion for the new music made by Elvis and Chuck and Little Richard. In fact, their father encouraged it, together with their attempts to learn how to play and write their own stuff. Their longing to create was inextinguishable, partly inherited and wholeheartedly shared, so by mid sixties, they were already in a band. Their band, which they founded together with Sam’s friend, a talented percussionist from the school orchestra. And a cool kid, too. 

After the wave of new British bands hit the US coast like a tsunami, invading the music scene as well as their own ears, they finally found their own sound and everything snowballed pretty quickly during 1968 and 1969. They got signed, they hit the road and their career literally exploded! Air Javelin were on their way to become one of the most influential bands in rock&roll history. 

Fast forward back to 1994, they now found themselves sitting next to David Letterman, eager and ready to discuss their new mutual music project. 

It was good. In fact, it was great, already receiving many well-deserved accolades and praises from the very same people and magazines who used to shit on their music more than two decades ago. 

The only problem being that they were probably the only people who were eager and ready to discuss it at the moment. 

Josh’s recent coming-out was already old news and the questions that focused on that grew stale pretty quickly. It was the 90s after all, and things were getting better slowly but steadily. If anything, it made the message he managed to lace their new music with even more acute and sharp. The first single was a huge success not only among their old fans; it hit the charts with nearly the same force their old hits once did. 

Unfortunately, two weeks after the long-awaited release of the whole album, a book appeared on shelves of bookstores all across the country, and turned into a sensation almost overnight. 

Written by their former road manager Robert Mole, it was packed with juicy and scandalous stories from their heyday. The timing was deliberate. Robert just wanted a piece of the freshly baked cake, and so did the publisher. 

A lot of it had already been somewhat known, and perceived as public secrets for years and years. People may not have known all the details Robert decided to disclose, but it shocked no one. Those were the stories and anecdotes from a long-gone era. EVERYONE was already familiar with the infamous octopus story anyway, even though no one knew what really happened that day. That was the beauty of it. And as Jake already said in another interview, Robert had spent most of those days either drunk or high, often both, so a lot of the shit mentioned in that book was simply made up or blown out of proportion.

So, when Letterman asked about the contents of the book again, Jake replied nonchalantly: “Let’s put it this way, David. I can’t remember half of it, and neither can he!”

The audience laughed, but the host did not give up. 

There was one more story, one that they had managed to keep hidden, but which kept haunting them because it was extremely and painfully personal. Like a cold sore, it would never go away. It was also the reason why Sam still refused to speak with either of them.

They used to like Robert; he was once regarded and treated almost as a sixth member of the group. However, the fact that he decided to include this in the book turned him into an unscrupulous piece of shit in their eyes. 

Back in the day, when their heads were so big it was a wonder that they didn’t float above their shared stage, they thought no one could possibly push them out of their pedestal. But new bands appeared, some of them equally good. Bands such as the British wonder Mellow Yellow, with their charismatic, blonde frontman…

“Alright, alright,” Letterman raised his voice before the applause died down completely. “But I’m sure EVERYONE wants to know the truth behind those accusations that the real reason why Air Javelin split up was the affair you BOTH had with the late Chris Turpin.”

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[zarvasace]

Fuck it FS fairytale AU couple you can pick which one

About 300 words! This little snippet is placed in the Vidow Beauty and the Beast AU, after Vio spends like a year with Shadow in the abandoned castle and then goes back to the others in an emergency (the emergency being they're fighting a war again.) They chase Vaati all the way to the abandoned castle, but are just a little too late to intercept him.

Vio stared in horror at the castle. When he'd left, just earlier that week, it had been a veritable winter wonderland—icicles hanging from the roof tiles, dustings of snow in the windowpanes, a pristine white blanket covering the courtyard, marred only by Vio's old footprints and various fallen snowballs. Now, a horde of monsters trampled and bled on the overgrown hedges and gardens, blackening the snow and raising an awful cacophany. The ancient castle's familiar peace, which Vio had grown quite fond of, was gone.

He worried that wasn't all that had shattered. His first, fleeting fear was for the library, and he drew a circle in the air to serve as a sort of magical spyglass. Using the magnification, and with Green and Zelda looking too, Vio searched the castle for signs of entry. To his relief, it looked like the vast majority of monsters were shut out. He didn't see Vaati anywhere, but he was willing to be that Vaati respected the sacredness of ancient books, at least a little bit. And if the castle was continuing to rebuff any attempts at violent entry, well. That was good evidence that Shadow was all right. Vio did his utmost to take heart at the fact. "The sorcerer is likely inside, isn't he?" Green whispered. Vio nodded. "Is there any reason we need to rush this?" "I—" Vio started, then bit his tongue to really think about it. His head would be his greatest asset right now, not his heart. At least now he knew that he had one. "If Vaati gets his hands on the mirror, I don't know what he'll be able to do. Worst case scenario, he gains the powers of several fairies…" "What? What mirror?" Green asked. Vio hesitated, just long enough. Even he hadn't known about it for months… Could he really talk about it, give up the secret, just like that? "Vio. What. Mirror?"

[idontknowreallywhy]

Oh oh OH Scotty, those first few paragraphs made me tear up and get a tight throat 🥺 you can just FEEL the tension and everything he’s been shoving down and trying to DEAL with alone… it bubbles over like a pan on too hot and the tiniest get scalded and of course he immediately feels awful. Aaaagh, I want to find those journalists and throttle them.

And that familiar panic of “need to organise Christmas and make it SPECIAL” on top of everything else and you feel guilty for not being in the spirit of it. He’s just hit the wall and frozen. And then the bros realise just how much he’s been doing and planning and trying so hard for them.

OH PLEASE SOMEONE GIVE HIM A HUG.

The Brotherly Intervention, though… oh my goodness perfect.

The fluffy PJs image is just superb. And that moment when Scott gets to feel small and protected by Virg’s big hug. 🥲 EXACTLY. And then huge puppy pile! This fic has everything 🥰

Wait? Hot chocolate and blankets? And they’ve taken all the work pressure and Christmas planning stress away?? NOW it has everything. They don’t need the details to have a lovely Christmas together, as it happens, they’d rather he was happy and it’s so precious when he realises.

And then a successful rescue and they finally get that snowball fight? PERFECT Christmas fluff. Thank you!!

From @niffler-gold

From @niffler-gold to @mariashades

3 prompts:

Cosy warm and safe

As many or as few of the family as will fit into the story 

A peaceful moment among the hectic

Scott jumped as a snowball hit him square in the face splattering ice cold droplets down the neck of his uniform.  He turned glowering trying to locate the culprit. He didn’t have to look very far as there was Gordon a second snowball ready in his hand with Alan next to him bent over laughing. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He began furiously yelling at them, going on and on about how they were at a rescue site and they didn’t need this kind of tom foolery to add to the mess and how they couldn’t ever listen or follow the simplest of orders. By this point Gordon’s mouth was hanging open in shock and the second snowball lay discarded at his feet, Alan behind him was on the verge of tears. John was furiously trying to get through his com to try and calm him but it took a huge bear screaming “Scott” to get him to stop. Virgil had come around the back of two to find out what all the noise was about to see the sight of Scott absolutely tearing into the tinies.

That seemed to shock Scott out of it as he stopped mid-sentence. Vigil spoke once more in a loud growl. “Why are you yelling at them like that, actually don’t answer that, you’ve been in a bad mood all week but it gives you no right to speak to them in that way.” Scott turned away from them all took in a long breath and spat out “pack it up, were going home.”

Virgil walked to check on the younger two as Scott walked away  from them back to thunderbird one without looking back. No one saw the tears escaping from Scott’s eyes as he walked. Virgil immediately jumped into medic mode crouching in front of Gordon to make sure he was okay. “You okay he asked”. “What’s his problem”, questioned Gordon, “it’s Christmas Eve and all I was trying to do was lighten the mood”. “I don’t know Gordon, I really don’t know I know it’s been a heavy week for rescues but this is odd even for him. John chose that moment to interject “he’s been getting more and more worked up all week, but even in the past no matter how bad he’s gotten he’s never snapped like this, especially not at Gordon and Alan”.

Scott flew home mentally berating himself for losing his temper on his younger brothers, just one more problem to add to his ever growing list of disasters. He could count on one hand the number of hours of sleep he had gotten this week due to rescues and ever growing problems at Tracy industries due to the end of the year. And to top it all off news articles had decided to swarm him critiquing his every move in the past eight years since his father had disappeared, down to how he ran Tracy industries to his command role in international rescue and even worse was how he was a parent to his siblings. Slow news week john had told him over coms, which was laughable in itself considering how many rescues they seemed to be attending this week. A few more tears escaped Scott’s eyes as he tried to figure out how he was going to make it up to his brothers after his outburst. But the fact was he simply just didn’t have the time and on top of everything he still had to organize Christmas for his brothers. Ever since his dad had disappeared the job of filling up his brothers stockings and getting them gifts was up to him.

 As soon as one was in her docking bay Scott normally would be up and out but not today. He just sat there his mind racing with a hundred thousand different thoughts of what he needed to do. He didn’t even register the sound of two landing and rolling herself into the hangar thirty minutes later.

Gordon, Alan, Virgil, and john had come up with a plan on their way home to get Scott talking to them and find out what was wrong. Knowing Scott he would be at the desk writing up the report from the day’s rescue they planned to talk to him there and get him to put his feet up for a bit and relax as it was Christmas after all. Once they all finally found their way into the com’s room though they were shocked to find it empty except john sitting all alone. “He’s not here” exclaimed Gordon. “You mean he wasn’t still down in the showers with you” questioned john. This wasn’t normal at all. The first thing Scott did not matter what if he had an argument was to find the said brother and apologise, or would wait for them by the desk so he could make sure they were okay. This definitely was not normal at all.

John walked up to the desk and pulled up a map of the villa and hangars, “he’s still in one” he announced quietly, that sent alarm bells ringing for all the brothers. John sat down at the desk and quietly began tapping keys on the control panel. “What are you doing” asked Alan nervously. “Getting to the bottom of what’s going on” he replied, none of the brothers said anything as they rounded the desk to see what john would find. It was an unwritten rule of the household not to snoop into each other’s computers, but they needed to find out what the hell was going on. Almost immediately nearly 200 documents opened on Scott’s page, ranging from end of year TI documents to GDF documents concerning IR, to horrific news articles being published about their older brother dating from this week. The brothers looked on in horror as they stared at the mountain that was on top of their brother. “No wonder he was tense”, remarked Alan. What’s this asked Virgil clicking on a document marked Christmas? In here they found a document with each of their brother’s names and a detailed plan of surprising them on Christmas morning with gifts and personal experiences to make a glorious day. “Shit” said Gordon. “Shit indeed” whispered john. “We need to fix this” Virgil stated. And from there a plan was hatched.

Scott didn’t know how long he sat there for; all he knew was tears kept creeping down his face every so often. It wasn’t until a large bang went off he even knew where he was. With his heart racing he smashed the button to disembark from the craft and was running in seconds to the source of the noise. He tried calling his brothers over coms to see if they were all right but no one picked up. He skidded into the kitchen to see Gordon holding two large pans next to john’s com which he was holding out to Gordon. The rest of the brothers were also there standing in a line in the most fluffy Christmas pyjamas he had ever seen. Scott stood there frozen in front of them with red eyes from crying and the tear tracks still visible on his face. Virgil walked forward and pulled him into the biggest most bone crushing hug he had ever given anyone before. Scott just shrunk into him letting himself feel small against the huge fluffy arms that held him up. Next thing he knew he had a small Alan squeezing in-between them snuggling up against him. He fell to the floor cuddling the giant teddy bear that was his younger brother whispering how sorry he was continually into his ear. Next he knew Gordon was on the other side of him snuggling in as well telling him to stop being such a dafty. Virgil had kept his arms around Scott as he had sat down and now had John helping him hug his brother on the floor as well. Not one of the brothers could tell you how long they stayed liked that only that none of them wanted to be the first to break the cuddle pile. Eventually Scott sat up straighter though and whispered a thank you to all of them. Only then did they begin to let go. Alan told him to go get a shower and to meet them upstairs as they had a surprise for him.

When Scott got out of the shower he was delighted to find a pair of matching fluffy pyjamas waiting for him. He threw them on and went to find the rest of the family who were already sitting together in a pile of blankets and cushions with big mugs of hot chocolate. He saw that a mug was waiting for him on the side and picked it up. As soon as the brothers saw him they moved aside to let him into the middle of the cushion and blanket pile and as he sat down his brothers cuddled up to him and his favourite holiday movie began playing, Klaus.  Before the movie began properly though john handed him his data holopad and whispered “merry Christmas Scott”. He opened it to find every job on it was either completed or delegated to the right person, every news article bad mouthing him and also seemed to have disappeared as well. The only thing open was his file marked Christmas. He opened it to find a blank document with only 4 words. Enjoy your Christmas Scott. It was signed by each of his brother, and a cheeky AI which is how he presumed all of the news articles had gone missing but he wasn’t going to poke around to find out.

He sat back sipping his hot chocolate feeling happier than he had done in a long time. He really did have the best brothers ever he thought as he slowly drifted off to sleep. He awoke early the next morning to find all of his brothers still firmly asleep next to him, he smiled to himself as he relished being in a cosy cuddle pile (even if Gordon was drooling onto his foot). Just then a call came through from Eos waking the rest of the brothers up. Less than 10 minutes later they were all on their way to help dig out a small (and by small I mean like 3 houses max) village at the base of a mountain. They all decided to go to make it quicker and since it was Christmas they wanted to spend the time together even if it was on a rescue.

With the heavy snow lifting power of thunderbird two they were finished within 30 minutes. They were just packing up and stretching before heading back home to open presents when a giant snowball pummelled Gordon right in the face. He wiped the snow from his eyes to see Scott bent over double laughing with hysterics.  He hadn’t even had a chance to blink when the back of Scott’s head was smashed by another snowball. Scott straightened up and turned around to see john standing all innocently chucking a snowball with one hand and catching it. He sees Scott looking at him with a look of bewilderment on his face and winks at him and chucks the snowball in his hand hitting Alan perfectly square in his face. From there all five brothers began attacking each other with snow balls. No one was safe. Soon some of the small children from the houses peeked out to see what was happening and began joining in.  In the end it was all out war with the brothers teaming up and facing off against the whole village, snowballs were flying everywhere. In the end Scott had to call it off as some of the children and his brothers had begun to turn blue with the cold. It was safe to say this defiantly wasn’t going to be a Christmas that Scott ever forgot. (Especially since john had managed to access thunderbirds two outside video feed that had recorded the entire event and had a picture hanging in the hallway of an astonished snow covered Gordon.) Yes, this was definitely one great Christmas.