#but wow..... this actually looks really nice......

[hcsiqs]

TALK TOO MUCH— paige bueckers x famous!reader

༊*·˚ summary: while doing the wired autocomplete interview, you reveal your celebrity crush to be the famous athlete, Paige Bueckers

༊*·˚ warnings: use of y/n, reader is close friends with renee rapp

༊*·˚ author's note: and after months away...here i am so it might be a little rusty my bad yall

You sat down in the chair that was placed perfectly in back center of the all-white room you had just arrived in a few moments prior. Your makeup artist and hair stylist both came up and made some quick fixes before giving a nod to the crew behind the camera that you were ready.

You sat in the chair with your arms resting against the arms of the chairs as the director gave you the cue to start, "Hi guys! It's Y/N Y/L/N, and this is the Wired Autocomplete Interview" you beamed at the camera doing a small wave. You were then handed a card that was made to look like a Google search bar with questions, with certain parts being blocked out by a white piece of paper.

The first board was questions mostly about where you grew up and how you got your start in music, some even asking about your hometown friends. Two boards later you were handed one that had most questions starting with "who".

You held up the board to the camera as you pealed the first question up, "Who is Y/N Y/L/N's inspiration?" you read out loud before tapping your finger against your lips. "I don't know exactly. I feel like I get inspiration for my music from a lot of different artists, but also from the place I grew up and the people I grew up with" you told the camera truthfully, "But, I have really been loving Renee Rapp right now" you smiled, giving your closest friend a small shoutout.

You continued answering a few more questions before peeling the last one off, reading it as you went, "Who is Y/N Y/L/N's celebrity crush?" you read out before slapping your hand to your face and shaking your head no. "Oh Gosh," you laughed softly as your face warmed, the crew behind the camera laughing with you.

"Wow you guys really wanna know my dark secrets" you smiled as you tossed the board off to the side. You bit down on your bottom lip, as you tilted your head side to side, debating if you should tell the entire internet you your celebrity crush was.

Ultimately, you decided that since you were an artist and she was an athlete there was no way your fans crossed between you two, and there was absolutely no way she knew who you were and would see this interview.

"Ugh, okay, okay, I'll tell y'all," you said, covering your face with your hands for a second to calm yourself before letting a small smile fall on your lips as you remove your hands from your face. "Paige Bueckers," you smiled, tilting your head slightly, "And do not tell her! Or I'll like die," you laughed, pointing your finger at the camera.

You finished out the next few boards, cracking jokes, or sometimes leaving answers your fans would have to dissect to figure out your true answer, but soon enough the interview finished and you thanked the crew and said your goodbyes before heading home.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Several weeks passed and you had completely forgotten about your little mention of the star athlete in the video until you were scrolling on TikTok. An edit of the blonde popped up, but much to your shock the intro was a clip of you from the WIRED video talking about the girl before it cut to several velocity-style clips of her, with one of your songs playing in the background. Your eyes then wandered down to the caption which read, "y/n is so real for that" followed by several hashtags.

You then let your curiosity get the best of you as you opened the comments to see what people were saying, some nice and some not so much.

BRO NOT MY FAVS COLLIDING

paige has got to see this

Yall we just lost Paige to whoever this is

not her shooting her shot...and its def not gonna go in

need them together actually

PLEASE never media train her

You couldn't help but scroll in the comments for what seemed like forever before the notification fell from the top of your screen as your phone vibrated lightly. It read with Renee's name at the top with the small phone symbol beside it, you clicked the small answer button and answered the phone, the sound of the girl on the other side dying laughing cutting through.

"Bitch there is no fucking way!" Renee cackled, and you could hear her hitting the couch between each of her words. "Oh My God, I love you so much baby, but exposing yourself like that is crazy work," she spoke into the phone, her laughter dying down.

You groaned, mentally smacking yourself, "I don't even know why I said it! Shit, what if she sees it and thinks I'm some fucking weirdo..." you rambled, before the girl on the other side of the line cut you off.

"Chill. She's not gonna think you're a weirdo," she said, attempting to calm your nerves. "She has like thousands of random ass people talking about her all the time, you're fine."

"Why did no one shut me up," you said, pacing around your living room before feeling your phone buzz with the name paigebueckers appearing in the notification. "She just dmed me," your mouth dropped open as you told your best friend as she encouraged you to open it.

paigebueckers Soooo someone told me about your crush. But like don't die though

You opened up the message and started typing out your apology as quickly as you could.

ynyln omg im so sorry!! i literally didn't think you'd see it and completely forgot i said it after i finished the thing

paigebueckers You're good 🤣

paigebueckers I’ll always take a compliment from a pretty girl

And with that message, you practically launched your face into one of the pillows on the couch as you felt the blood rush to your cheeks and your body went warm.

ynyln oh godddd stopppp😭😭

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Days of Yore

Warnings: some dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Summary: You show up uninvited but are welcomed nonetheless.

Character: Geralt of Rivia

Day Twenty-Five of the December Daze Challenge.

Prompt -an unexpected guest at the holiday get together.

Note: As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“Wow,” you gape up at the immaculate array of lights strung across the facade. “This place is amazing. Who’s house is this?” 

“A friend of a friend’s, I don’t know,” Wendy shrugs. 

“A friend... Oh? Are you sure it’s okay we’re here?” You wonder with a furrow between your brows. You now feel a bit foolish for getting all done up when you might not even have been invited. 

“Open invite! Besides, no one will notice,” she assures you. 

“Right,” you mutter doubtfully. 

“Loosen up. What else do you got going on, huh?” She grabs your hand and pulls you through the open iron gates. They accentuate the medieval effect of the house. Now you don’t feel done up enough. 

“Not much, I guess,” you admit. If anything, you’ll get a bit of free food then ditch. It's not the first time you’ve unintentionally party-crashed with your wayward friend. 

“You know Sienna, it will be fine,” she tuts and comes up to the front doors.  

Again, you’re awed by the aesthetic of it all. You notice that the lights aren’t coloured, but only white, and the decor doesn’t bear the typical Santa or candy cane theme. In fact, it all has a historic tint. Traditional in a strange way. Dried oranges hung on long strings and holly twisted into bunches. For a moment, you’re remind of that dusty history degree hidden in the back of your closet. 

Wendy knocks with the heavy iron knocker. She waits and chatters as she wiggles her legs below her short skirt. She didn’t dress for the temperature. She searches the door frame and grumbles. 

“You think someone who could afford this place would have a doorcam or something,” she chuffs out a cloud of steam. 

The door opens and startles you both. You look over as Wendy as good as jumps inside. She seizes the woman who keeps a hand on the door. 

“Kami! You look... nice,” she holds her and gives her an eye up and down, “is this velvet?” She drags her hands down the green fabric. 

“Designer,” Kami pushes away her touch. “You brought a friend.” 

“Yeah, Sienna said so--” 

“Mm, sure, it’s just... whatever. No one will notice,” Kami rolls her eyes. “You have to come. Lucas has the funniest story! I was just dying.” 

Your shoulders fall and you clasp your hands together. You trail after, unwelcome and unacknowledged. Uninvited. You frown and silently configure how you can excuse yourself and leave. If you wait long enough, Wendy will forget about you. It might be easier to sneak out. 

You stop to hang your coat with all the rest and Kami makes a point of telling you to take your boots off. The floors are old wood, polished and well-kept. The entire house is immaculate. An antique on its own. 

You follow them into a high-ceilinged room adorned in strings of threaded popcorn and dried clusters of flowers. The air is fragrant as mulled cider steams in a heated bowl on a table, copper cups waiting to be filled, and dishes of appetizers in a line. The smell makes your stomach churn hungrily. 

“Who the hell owns this place?” Wendy asks the question nibbling on your ears. 

“Oh, he’s a funny guy,” Kami chuckles. “A bit... eccentric. Sienna’s been trying to loosen him up a bit, I mean... look at this house. That’s a good bag.” 

You try not to show your disapproval. You don’t have much luck with men but hearing the way some of your friends talk about them, you don’t know that you’re cut out for it all. It really doesn’t seem that anyone is out for a genuine connection, they just want a good set-up.

Can you really blame them? You’ve been handwashing your clothes since your building hiked up the machine prices. Turns out a couple quarters can really break the bank. 

Your guilt compounds as you realise that you’ve cosigned this entire extortionate affair. This party seems to have been a ploy by a hopeful prize winner. You know Sienna and she’s always sure to show you her Fenti and point out the label, though she can never remember the name of the man who bought it. 

“So what? He gave her full run to do all this? It's not really her... style. I expected more pink,” Wendy scoffs. 

“Nope, he’s a tight ass apparently. They were up for nights making the decorations and the food.” 

“What?” She squeals in surprises as your whispers from your mouth. That’s a lot of work. 

“Very old-fashioned,” Kami remarks. “But he’s not just rich you know, he’s fucking hot.” 

“Ah, jackpot,” Wendy giggles. 

You keep behind them, as good as hiding behind them. You bob and clutch your purse as Lucas excitedly hugs Wendy and Sienna drunkenly echoes him. You know a few of the partygoers standing with them but none of them even look in your direction. It seems Wendy’s already forgotten you. 

This is why you said no at first. This is how it always goes but she begged and begged, guilting you fro making her show up alone. What about you? Why is it okay to ditch you every time? 

You glance around. There are just as many strangers and none of them seem eager to mingle past their trio or pairing. You wish Wendy mentioned the dress code. You don’t think your H&M clearance rack attire is very suiting. 

As an elbow hits your arm, you back up. No apology. You’re a piece of decor to these people. You back up and turn. Well, no one else seems to want to indulge. What a weird party. 

You go to the table and take a cup. It’s times like these that you enjoy being invisible. College was tough, you longed to be noticed, to be like the other girls. Since then, you’ve grown comfortable with just being there. It’s much safer. 

You ladle the cider into a mug and the steam roils from the top. A slice of blood orange and a few cranberries float in the rich amber liquid. You blow over it and retreat. The warmth is a comfort. It makes you feel a little less out-of-place. 

As you turn, you nearly collide with another. You bring your other hand up to steady the cup and barely keep from sloshing the cider all over. You squeak and step back on your heel, your eyes skimming up the large figure in front of you.  

You haven’t seen eyes like those since... 

“Geralt?” You utter dumbly. 

He looks down at you. He looks different but not. He always had his own vibe. The white hair, the bright eyes, he wore his individuality without meaning too. Yet some things are his own doing. 

When you were in Early Modern History or Medieval Weaponry and Warfare together, he always dressed as if the clocks were set back to the Victorian era. Stiff jackets, high collared shirts, even a pocket watch. He was a bit of a dweeb then but too big for anyone to say so. And he was the only person who wanted to talk about history outside the lectures. 

Now he wears a tunic, silver trim on black, slightly less stuffy but just as dated. Half of his hair is twisted back behind his head, the tails of it spilling past his shoulders. 

He says your name and tilts his head, “I didn’t invite you.” 

It’s a statement that makes your heart sink. You peer down at your cup then around the room. “I’m sorry, my friend, she knows Sienna, she--” 

“It’s good to see you,” he interrupts. “It’s been a very long time.” 

You wince and dare to look at him again. “Yes, college was a while ago.” You slanted your lips and press your hands to the hot metal cup. “This is your house? It’s very nice.” 

“It is. I don’t often entertain, so mind the cobwebs,” he intones. He still has that way of speaking; so matter-of-fact. “It wasn’t my idea.” 

“Mm, right,” you nod. 

“Is the cider good? I found the recipe in an old journal from 1764.” 

“Of course you did,” you hold back a laugh. 

“Of course...” he begins to repeat curiously. 

“It’s all very you, is all,” you say. 

“I suppose,” he agrees. 

You smile shakily and swallow. You make yourself try the cider. It’s hot but not scalding. A very spiced. Not in a bad way, you just don’t expect that much. 

“Mm, it’s... heady.” 

“Mulled for days,” he explains. He shifts on his feet and smooths his tunic. “Can I show you something?” 

“Um, sure,” you accept. “It’s not the door, is it?” 

He lets out a small snort, “leave the cider.” 

You peer around and he takes the cup from you. He puts it down on a leather coaster on a tall wooden table and beckons you after him. You peek back as you sense a hush and notice that Sienna and the rest of them are watching. Great, they already don’t care much for you. 

Geralt stops and waits for you to catch up to him. The staircase is wide enough for both of you. Your ascent is quiet, almost torturously so. 

“You did not bring a boyfriend?” He asks. 

You nearly laugh at the abrupt question. You get to the top of the stairs and he gestures you left. 

“Well, I’d bring my cat. He’s the only guy sleeping in my bed,” you kid. 

He hums but doesn’t comment. 

“So, how’d you meet Sienna?” You ask. 

He shrugs and stops to open a door. He pushes it inward and reaches around the frame to turn on the lights. He waits for you to enter first. You do with a gasp at the interior. 

The walls are hung with various weaponry and you can tell at a glance that it’s genuine. It’s like walking into a museum. You traipse forward as you stare and barely notice the door click shut. 

“Wow, how—Geralt, how the heck—what do you do? I mean, how can you afford all this?” 

“I make replicas for TV and stage productions,” he explains. “This is my personal collection.” 

“It’s... wow,” you hug yourself, feeling even smaller than before. 

He’s quiet again. That’s just how he’s always been. He never said more than he needed to. It made studying very easy. 

“You asked about Sienna. She is persistent but we are older now. I don’t see her as viable,” he says. Again, just a fact, nothing emotional. 

“Oh, uh, well, I heard otherwise. Maybe you should tell her that,” you chuckle nervously as you admire the executioner’s sword with its blunt tip. 

“Perhaps,” he agrees as he slowly crosses the room to stand next to you. “I’m... pleased that you showed up. It is a coincidence, isn’t it?” 

“Sure, must be,” you agree. 

You keep your eyes on the groove in the blade as you feel his on you. You sidle along and turn your head away from him. The door is shut. He stays close. 

“Here,” he steps around you, startling you. 

You spin as he goes to a large wooden chest on a table. “The smaller things are in here. Thumb screws, some daggers...” he flips open the lid as you turn and follow, keeping your distance. He holds up a curved blade, possibly a jambiya. “Hm, come,” he waves you around as he reaches in again, “you’ll like this one.” 

You sway before you move, hands clasped to each other. You slowly pace around to him and he moves so quickly you nearly stagger. In a moment, there’s a weight around your wrists. You cry out and raise your manacled arms. 

“Geralt!” You exclaim. 

He laughs. You don’t hear that often. You look at him and tug on the chain. 

“Centuries old but they are strong still, yes?” 

You frown, “please, it’s not funny. I don’t like it.” 

“Aren’t they wonderful?” 

“No, Geralt, please, take them off.” 

“Hm, I’d have to find the key...” 

“Don’t play,” you warn. 

His laughter trickles off and his face returns to its stoic mask. He stares at you. Silence rises and roils around you as the chain clinks in the loops of the cuffs and you fidget. You wait for him to pull out the key and undo them. 

Instead, he hooks a thick finger around the links and tugs until your arms are above you. He holds you like that, trapped and prone. You shudder as you stare up at him, terrified at the glint in his pale eyes. 

“I’m not playing,” he intones. “I’ve been waiting to get you in those. Far too long.” 

[cosmerelists]

Cosmere Secret Santa

I did this last Christmas as well, but this one will be different, as I'm once again using a randomizer to choose characters. For the record, I didn't fix the results except to omit anyone who appeared in last year's list and to nix any repeats in this one. Let's see what gifts they choose!

Thanks to @imtheseventh for requesting that I do this again! :)

1. Marsh gives Spook...a book

Spook: Oh, thank you, but I think Kelsier already got me this book? Marsh: Look more closely. Spook: [holds up two books side by side] Spook: See? Kelsier got me Hemalurgy for Dummies and you got me...oh. Hemalurgy Not For Dummies. Marsh: [taps eye spike knowingly]

2. Spook gives Fort...a coupon

Fort: "Fifty percent off women's slippers"? Spook: I heard you like deals--that was the best one I found! Fort: [pats him on the shoulder] Every bargain hunter has to start somewhere...

3. Fort gives Allrianne...a bracelet

Allrianne: Wow! It's actually pretty nice--thank you! Fort: You're so welcome! Fort: After a lot of hard work, I got it basically for free! Allrianne: You...didn't spend any money on it? Fort: Practically none! You're welcome! Allrianne: ... Fort: What?

4. Allrianne gives Raboniel...a pink dressing gown

Allrianne: What I see when I look at you is a woman who needs to relax and feel beautiful. Raboniel: [carefully examining the robe] Raboniel: No safehand sleeve, I see. Raboniel: Are you trying to seduce me? Allriane: EXCUSE me?! Raboniel: Listen, I get that from human woman more than you'd think..

5. Raboniel gives Elegy...a book of Sudoku puzzles

Elegy: ...I don't understand. Raboniel: I can see that you're trying to fight off the insanity that threatens to consume you. Raboniel: I know...something about that. Raboniel: It is helpful to keep the mind focused, occupied. Elegy: ...with number puzzles? Raboniel: Well, it's either that or going into weapon manufacturing, but Navani gave me a dirty look when I tried to buy you a bomb kit.

6. Elegy gives Marasi...a book

Elegy: My people do not have much, but I collected a book of our native stories for you. Elegy: Since your people seem to want to know about us so badly. Marasi: ...I don't know what that last part means, but thank you! Marasi: Aww, it's a book of stores for kids? How cute! Marasi: ... Marasi: Do they ALL end with children being consumed by ghosts? Elegy: Shades. And yes. Marasi: Thanks anyway? Elegy: What do you mean "anyway"?

7. Marasi gives Vin...a nice pen

Marasi: I-I mean, what do you give the woman who has everything?? Marasi: You did EVERYTHING in your life and set the bar so amazingly high with all of your powerful exploits! Marasi: S-Seriously I couldn't even FATHOM what do get the Ascendent Warrior for Christmas! Marasi: A-Anyway, since you have that nice pen anyway, I-I thought maybe you could sign something for me... Vin: ... Vin: What exactly happens in the future?

8. Vin gives Syl...the design for a mistcloak

Vin: You're sort of wind, right? Vin: Back home, the mists loved to play with the tassels on my mistcloak. I thought wind might be similar. Syl: [has already changed her form so that she appears to be wearing a mistcloak] Syl: Why do I feel so unbelievably cool?? Vin: It has that effect.

9. Syl gives Nale...coal

Nale: ...Are you telling me that I should build a nice fire and relax? Syl (arms crossed, glaring at Nale): I'm telling you that trying to KILL children means you get COAL Nale: The child in question gave me a hug when she confronted me. Syl: Yeah, well, I'm an Honorspren, not an Edgedancer.

10. Nale gives Denth...jail

Denth: ... Denth: It is literally Christmas. Nale: The law cares not for holidays.

11. Denth gives Charlie...a cat plushie

Charlie: [eying the cat plushie nervously] Charlie: Y-You're a bit of a bastard, huh? Denth: I don't know what you're talking about.

12. Charlie gives Marsh...a really nice bottle of rum

Marsh: This looks...expensive. Charlie: W-Well, you know. Charlie: When you draw the literal personification of death out of a hat for Secret Santa, you, uh...don't blow it off. Marsh: ... Marsh: I'm actually quite pleased.

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Alright so I've been working on some Christmas headcanons with the brothers and MC. What are they doing during the holidays? Well go ahead and find out. Enjoy! And Merry Christmas to everybody!

Contains: Brothers x GN!MC

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

Christmas activities

1. Decorating the Christmas tree

The living room of the House of Lamentation. Boxes of ornaments, tangled lights, and garlands are everywhere. The chaos has already begun.

MC: "Alright, everyone, let’s decorate the tree together! No fighting, okay?"

Lucifer: "Yes. Let’s try to behave like civilized beings for once. This tree should look elegant and—"

Mammon: "Aw, pipe down, Luci. It’s Christmas! Elegance is overrated!"

Lucifer: glowering "How many times must I tell you not to call me ‘Luci,’ Mammon?"

Mammon: grinning "Relax, Luci. It’s the season of joy, remember?"

Lucifer: clenching fists "Oh I am very joyful. Now stop before I throw you out."

Leviathan: hugging a star topper "While you two fight, I’ll be putting the Ruri-chan star on top of the tree. Everyone knows it’s the best choice!"

Mammon: "Not a chance, ya nerd! The Great Mammon’s gonna top this tree with somethin’ shiny and gold!"

Satan: rolling his eyes "Can you both stop shouting? I’m trying to hang these enchanted book ornaments."

Asmodeus: hanging ribbons "Oh, Satan, let me help with those! And look at these pink ribbons, MC—don’t you think they make the tree look fabulous?"

MC: laughing "They definitely make it stand out, Asmo."

Beelzebub: munching on popcorn garland "Do we really need the garland? It’s better as a snack."

MC: "Beel! At least save some for the tree!"

Belphegor: sprawled on the couch "I vote we just leave the tree half-decorated and call it minimalist."

Lucifer: pinching the bridge of his nose "Belphegor, get up and contribute. You too, Mammon, before I lose my patience."

Mammon: "Lose yer patience? Ya already look like yer about to blow a gasket, Luci."

Lucifer: glaring "Mammon…"

Satan: smirking "You’re holding up surprisingly well, Lucifer. But I wonder how long that will last."

Satan and Belphegor exchange mischievous looks as they string up the lights, clearly plotting something.

MC: "The ornaments are up, the ribbons are set, and the garland… well, Beel ate most of it. Time to light the tree!"

Lucifer: "I’ll do it. It’s safer in my hands, considering the incompetence of the rest of you."

Mammon: "Oi! I could do it just fine!"

Lucifer: ignoring him "Here we go—"

POP! The lights explode in a burst of sparks, plunging the room into darkness.

Lucifer: visibly shaking with anger "…What. Happened."

Mammon: snickering in the dark "Nice one, Luci! Ya fried the tree!"

Leviathan: "This is why I don’t trust anyone with technology!"

Satan: barely holding back laughter "It’s a real mystery. Who could have predicted this?"

Belphegor: grinning "Yeah, who could’ve guessed Lucifer would mess up something so simple?"

Lucifer: voice rising "Satan. Belphegor. What. Did. You. Do."

Satan: innocently "Us? Nothing, of course. Why would you assume we had anything to do with it?"

Belphegor: smirking "Just a harmless little spell. It’s Christmas, after all. Gotta keep things exciting."

Lucifer: furious "You call exploding lights harmless? Do you have any idea how close you both are to being punished?"

Mammon: laughing "Oh, this is great! Ol’ Luci’s about to lose it!"

Lucifer: snapping "One more word out of you, Mammon, and I’ll string you up with the lights!"

MC: stepping between them "Okay, everyone, calm down! Lucifer, let’s just fix the lights and try again. No more spells, no more pranks, and no yelling. Agreed?"

Lucifer: taking a deep breath "Fine. But this is your last warning, Satan. And you too, Belphegor."

Satan and Belphie exchange smug looks but stay quiet as the lights are repaired. When they’re plugged in properly, the tree lights up beautifully.

MC: "Wow! It actually looks amazing. Totally worth the chaos."

Mammon: "Yeah, all thanks to me."

Leviathan: "No way! The Ruri-chan star topper deserves the credit."

Asmodeus: "Excuse me, but it’s my ribbons that make it sparkle."

Beelzebub: "Or the snacks."

Belphegor: "Or the hilarious prank that almost made Lucifer explode."

Lucifer: glaring "Belphegor, you’re testing my patience."

MC: laughing "But we all came together in the end, and that’s what matters. Merry Christmas, everyone!"

Everyone: "Merry Christmas!"

2. Building snowmen gone wrong

The brothers and MC are outside in a snowy courtyard.

MC: "Let’s make snowmen! I bet I can make the best one."

Satan: rolling snow "Mine will be the most refined. Like a true work of art."

Leviathan: "I’m making a snow Ruri-chan!"

Mammon: "Heh, mine’s gonna look like me. Everyone’s gotta see the Great Mammon in snow form!"

Beelzebub: stacking snowballs "Can I make one shaped like a burger?"

Asmodeus: "Mine’s going to be the cutest snow angel you've ever seen."

Belphegor: lying in the snow "I’ll just make an impression of myself. That counts, right?"

MC: "Actually, I’m going to make mini versions of all of you!"

Lucifer: raising an eyebrow "This I have to see."

Time passes as everyone works on their creations. MC’s miniature snow brothers are surprisingly accurate.

Mammon: "Hey! My snow version’s smaller than Lucifer’s. What’s the deal, MC?!"

MC: laughing l "You’re still taller than Belphie."

Belphegor: smirking "Barely."

Asmodeus: "Look at mine! It even has a stylish scarf."

Satan: "And my snowman is reading a book, naturally."

Beelzebub: admiring his burger snowman "This is making me hungry…"

Lucifer: "At least this is one activity where no one caused any—"

A snowball suddenly hits Lucifer in the face.

Mammon: snickering "Oops. My hand slipped."

Lucifer: wiping his face, glaring "Mammon…"

MC: grinning "Looks like it’s a snowball fight now!"

Leviathan: ducking "Wait, what?! I wasn’t ready!"

Snowballs fly in all directions as the brothers start pelting each other.

Satan: laughing "That’s for saying my snowman was boring!" throws a snowball at Mammon.

Mammon: "Oh yeah? Take this!" throws a snowball at Levi, but it hits Beel instead.

Beelzebub: grinning "You shouldn’t have done that, Mammon." lobs a giant snowball at Mammon.

Asmodeus: "Not my face! I did my hair and make up fabulously today! Don't you even dare ruin it!!!"

Belphegor: from behind a fort "Perfect for a target!" nails Asmo with a snowball.

MC: giggling "Lucifer, you’re not joining?"

Lucifer: grabs a snowball "If I must. Brace yourself, Mammon."

Mammon screams as Lucifer expertly pelts him with snowballs.

MC: "This is the best snow day ever!"

Everyone: laughing and dodging snowballs.

3. Wrapping Presents

The brothers and MC are in the dining hall with rolls of wrapping paper, ribbons, and tape scattered everywhere.

MC: "Okay, let’s divide the presents and start wrapping!"

Mammon: "How do ya even do this? This paper won’t stick!"

Leviathan: watching a tutorial on his D.D.D. "Mammon, you’re supposed to fold the edges first."

Mammon: "Yeah, well, why don’t ya fold your face, ya useless piece of junk?!"

Satan: wrapping perfectly "It’s not rocket science. Just follow the instructions."

Asmodeus: "Look at mine! I added a bow and some glitter. It’s fabulous, right, MC?"

MC: "Very festive, Asmo."

Beelzebub: holding an unwrapped box "Is it okay if I eat the cookies I was supposed to wrap?"

Belphegor: "You weren’t supposed to eat those. They’re for Simeon."

Beelzebub: "Oh…" sheepish grin "I’ll make more."

Lucifer: "How is it that every simple task turns into a disaster with you all?"

MC: "Relax, Lucifer. It’s Christmas. The mess is part of the fun."

Lucifer: smirking "If you say so."

4. Opening Presents

Christmas morning in MC’s room. The brothers are piled onto the bed, presents in hand, with wrapping paper already scattered everywhere.

MC: "Alright, here’s the plan! I’ll open your gifts while you open mine at the same time. Ready?"

Mammon: "Ya better love mine, MC! It cost a fortune—well, kinda…"

MC: opening Mammon’s gift "A gold bracelet? This is so beautiful!"

Mammon: blushing "Yeah, well, shiny stuff suits ya." opens MC’s gift "Wait, ya got me a new leather jacket? This is amazin’! Look, everyone, it’s got ‘The Great Mammon’ stitched on the back!"

Leviathan: "Move over, Mammon. It’s my turn now!"

MC: opening Levi’s gift "A Ruri-chan plushie! Levi, this is adorable."

Leviathan: opening MC’s gift "A limited-edition Ruri-chan figurine? This is peak gift-giving, MC! I can’t believe you found this!"

MC: laughing "I know how much Ruri-chan means to you."

Satan: handing over his gift "Here, MC. Unlike Mammon’s, mine didn’t involve a shady deal."

Mammon: "Oi!"

MC: opening Satan’s gift "A first-edition book of Devildom poetry? Satan, this is incredible. Thank you!"

Satan: opening MC’s gift "A leather-bound journal with enchanted ink? This is perfect. I’ll have to hide it from Mammon."

Mammon: "I ain’t gonna steal it—probably."

Asmodeus: dramatically placing his gift in MC’s hands "Now, darling MC, prepare to have your life changed!"

MC: opening Asmo’s gift "Skincare products? My skin’s going to look amazing thanks to you!"

Asmodeus: opening MC’s gift "A custom-made mirror? And it says ‘Most Gorgeous Demon’ on the back! You really get me, MC."

Beelzebub: grinning "Here’s mine, MC. I didn’t eat this one, I promise."

MC: opening Beel’s gift "A box of gourmet chocolates? Thanks, Beel. Oh, wait… there’s one missing!"

Beelzebub: avoiding eye contact "Uh… quality control?" opens MC’s gift "A custom apron that says ‘King of Snacks’? I love it! I’ll wear it to lunch today."

Belphegor: yawning, handing over his gift "Here. Don’t expect much. I was too tired to wrap it properly."

MC: opening Belphie’s gift "A fluffy blanket? It’s so soft! Thanks, Belphie."

Belphegor: opening MC’s gift "A pillow with my name on it? Perfect. I’ll take a nap to test it right now."

Lucifer: holding out a neatly wrapped package "Here, MC. Something worthy of you."

MC: opening Lucifer’s gift "A silver locket? This is gorgeous… and it has a protection spell?"

Lucifer: "Your safety is my priority." opens MC’s gift "A set of antique quills and ink? This is… exquisite, MC. You’ve outdone yourself."

Mammon: "Alright, but who got the best present, huh? It’s obviously me!"

Leviathan: "Uh, no. Mine literally has collector’s value!"

Asmodeus: "But mine makes MC even more radiant. Clearly, I win."

Beelzebub: munching on a chocolate "If we’re judging by snacks, I win."

Satan: "This isn’t a competition, you imbeciles."

Belphegor: smirking "It is now."

MC: laughing "Guys, stop! You all win. I love everything."

Lucifer: smirking "At least no one tried to re-gift something from last year."

Mammon: sweating "Yeah, uh… who would even do somethin’ like that?"

Belphegor: "You literally tried to wrap a pair of your old sunglasses, Mammon."

Mammon: "Shaddup, Belphie!"

MC: "Merry Christmas, everyone. You’re all ridiculous, but I wouldn’t trade this for anything."

Everyone: "Merry Christmas, MC!"

[writerfae]

Au:

Aiden: Are you four wearing matching scarves?

Endre: Shut up! Adél made them and I look great in anything. And were you really wearing that sweater when Talon confessed to you?

Aiden: Shut up! I also look great in anything!

Ákos: Aiden! Aiden! *runs at him and hugs him* Merry Christmas! Did you get anything nice from Santa? I got a plush goat!

Endre: Aiden got a boyfriend!

Aiden: Actually, I had him before Christmas, there were just some... complications... But that is almost as good as what you got, Ákos!

Talon: Wow... thanks...

-

Canon:

Talon: What do you say if you're about to be kidnapped?

Ákos: Sorry, my siblings said I'm not allowed to get kidnapped

Talon: Amm... good try but no-

Aiden: *insert flirting*

Talon: NO!

Talon: HELP! YOU YELL FOR HELP!

Matching scarfs sounds so nice though! Also dare I say getting a plush goat is almost better than getting a boyfriend (no offense Talon) xD

And Talon trying to teach Ákos and Aiden basic self defense 😭 and failing miserably because they’re just unteachable 😭

[kitweewoos]

“Okay, hold on. What do you actually want to drink?” Evan asked. “Let me – you can’t drink that, Tommy. Your face is breaking my heart.”  “I’ll be fine. It’s - it’s drinkable.”  “It’s clearly not. Hold on.”  Evan took up the drink, too, and swallowed a large gulp of it, and his face twisted into some kind of horrified frown.   “No, you can’t drink that. I’m forbidding it. Hold on.”  He grabbed the glass before Tommy could further protest, and then he left the table, heading back towards the bar. Tommy turned and watched as Evan made room for himself between two younger girls, probably just over the legal drinking age, who looked at him as if he were a meal they were waiting to devour. He, true to his nature, seemed oblivious as he set the drink down and called over the bartender. There were two working, one that Tommy assumed was Hen and the other Tommy recognized as Evan’s older sister, Maddie, and he waved his sister down. They had an animated discussion before Maddie rolled her eyes and returned with another pint glass. She looked up and caught Tommy’s eyes, and wiggled her fingers at him in a wave.  He waved awkwardly back.  Evan ignored the girls as he grabbed the glass and came back to their table, setting it down in front of him.  “So, I cheated.”  “You cheated?”  “Hen and Karen are very good friends with your sister, and then know that you’re into craft beer, so I had Maddie pull a pint of Ommegang’s limited release Everything Nice that they have on tap right now, because it’s a blonde ale with some seasonal spices. It’s relatively local, it’s craft, it’s seasonal. It’s - you’re looking at me weird.”  “This is – you're still Evan Buckley, that’s all. Thank you.”  He lifted the pint glass to his lips and took a careful sip. This time, he was met with a blonde ale that was warmed with wintry spices, the cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, cloves, and then just at the back of his tongue the white pepper. It was perfect, and he’d missed beers like that, care for the craft brewed into every ounce of it.   The noise he made was, if anything, illegal, but he couldn’t help himself.  “Oh, wow, I did a really good job, huh?

Betting on Yuletide

Tommy Kinard, a successful but overworked chef living in Los Angeles, hasn't been home in fifteen years, and after a massive fight with his father drove him away from town, he's in no hurry to return. Except when his younger sister calls to tell him their father has broken his leg and she can't run their family bakery on her own, Tommy has no choice but to explain to his boss that he has to go home for a few weeks.

Home is a small, Christmas-themed town in the Adirondack mountains called Yuletide, and there he's reconnected with his family's bakery just moments from shutting its doors, the reason he put distance between him and his father, and his high school sweetheart, Evan Buckley, who is back in town as a travel writer as research for an article about his hometown.

Reunited, Evan and Tommy make a bet: if Tommy can turn the bakery around and make it profitable by Christmas, Evan will feature Yuletide and the bakery on a major travel site, attracting tourists and potential customers for years to come. However, if Tommy fails, he must accompany Evan for three months of travel, leaving his stuffy LA life behind for a little while. 

Unfortunately for Tommy, making the bakery profitable again may not be as easy as just baking well, with the bakery's reputation in the toilet, his boss constantly demanding his attention in Los Angeles, and something seemingly going on with his father's health. He's going to need to trust his friends, his family, and the town around him to help him out, and he's going to have to slow down to embrace the Christmas spirit if he wants to achieve his goals, and maybe even get the guy.

COMING SOON!

[alex-just-vibing]

omg my hair. .....

[erinwantstowrite]

if you want people to get into the canon comics and lead everyone away from fanon misinterpretation (which is a losing battle because there will ALWAYS be this) then why not be helpful instead of being a dick about it 🤨

the comics are hard to get into because it's hard to know where to start, and there's so much content that people are able to fill themselves in by reading fanfic or watching something on tiktok or seeing posts about it on here. perhaps instead of telling people they're stupid for not realizing your favorite character is being mishandled by others, you could write up a list of your favorite comics and/or how, if you could read them for the first time again, you would order your favorite comics to get the best reading experience. and also write your own fanfiction and draw your own fanart or make a passionate post, answer questions politely

[gobstoppr]

Tetris Fanart.

I've been playing tetris while listening to horror podcasts. and yeah

[mccaffry]

jesus, you're actually kind of terrifying, you know that? isn't he? somebody should really start telling him that so i don't have to be the only one doing it. i did, i did! it was nice to see him after a while since he's been busy playing. wow, look at you! i'm one lucky man to have a friend like you.

alright i'm on it immediately. i may be in clagary but i think i can reach from here. my power is ultimate. the bestest brother ever, duh. he's so lucky to have you in his life. do you get to see him and everyone again for christmas? fine, but only because i was already bringing olivia a hockey jersey so i guess i'll be fair and get you things, too.

[blueggrass]

not to terrorpost on main- but i'd like to say a sincere thank you to the temeraire fandom for introducing me to the terror.

i would also like to say FUCK you what the FUCK is up. what the FUCK is your problem. HUH? do you know what i dream about now? the terror. do you know how i spend my day? reading the terror. do you know how many times ive watched this edit? i couldnt even tell you (go fucking watch it RIGHT now this is a THREAT).

im in shambles, im a mess, im a different person than i was a fortnight ago and its YOUR FAULT 🫵

tuunbaq sketch <3

[teeth-draws]

Chase suffers in love but the other Norms still let him come to their little photoshoot

[xskyll]

It was a critical hit. (Why yes, I do play Kingdom Hearts.)

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[moeblob]

I'm so close...... NY!Hrid is at +9. One more and I can drop the game.... I just love him so much and this alt is so happy and I need it for him...

[roadkilledretard]

rough draft

[necrotic-nephilim]

Sorry if this might be a rude question but why don’t you just make a seperate account for your nsfw fics?

not rude, it's a valid question! tbh it's a combination of a couple reasons.

i started posting anonymous dead dove batcest fics long before i had the balls to make a tumblr. at first i was content to just leave them unassociated with each other because i didn't really care about them being tied to me. i made this blog to actually show solidarity to my partner who wanted to make a sideblog for Sandman comic stuff so we could cheerlead each other and be brave together, since i've wanted to make a batcest sideblog but i've been nervous about actually having to get it going. (mal ik you're reading this go be brave and actually make your blog so i can cheerlead you damnit-) only did it dawn on me then that i should probably mention the fics i've written on the blog after like, three of them were posted anonymously. and it would've annoyed me to have half of them anonymous and half of them not, because notifications for them would've gone in different places. i could go back and take my fics off anon if i wanted to, but i can't switch the account they're on without taking them down entirely and that'd fuck over people who have them bookmarked already.

which, ties into my second reason, if i made an entire second ao3 account it'd be harder for me to see notifications, reply to stuff, and post things for both accounts because i'd have to constantly switch. and honestly i'd be terrified of accidentally posting on the wrong one on a brain fog day. posting fics is always the most tedious part of writing them for me lol. it's easier for me to stay logged into one account and have all of my stuff in one place for me and just use the anonymous collection when i feel like it. if ao3 pseuds worked like tumblr blogs, where you can't see all my side blogs but i can, i would've used pseuds, but since you can see all pseuds on an ao3, i felt it was a moot point.

and the last reason is i just feel more comfortable being anonymous on ao3 because of the rise in anti culture. on tumblr it's very easy for me to just filter that out and find the people i want to follow and block the people i don't. i don't mind getting hate, on tumblr or on ao3. but i think, for whatever reason you want to blame it on, there's been a massive boom of antis on ao3 who are very entitled about how they read on ao3. i tag extensively, but i just feel safer from getting targeted attacks if everything i write on ao3 isn't attached to one profile. if people like a fic i wrote, want to find more i always link my tumblr in the notes, but if an anti wants to get huffy with me, they can't easily track down my other things. they definitely could if they wanted to, but being anonymous on ao3 just makes me feel more secluded, in a weird way. it's like saying "if you want you can come find me but on here i'm just a weird faceless guy throwing stuff in the void". i've used ao3's anon feature a lot, actually, i used to be a hydra trash party dumpster kid back when that was in it's prime.

i also used to be vaguely popular on a different tumblr blog and my main ao3 and while i think it'd definitely be cool if i got a decent chunk of followers on this blog too, i don't really miss having fanfiction do so well i got targetted hate on all of my fics from the same people, i had my fics stolen, etc. it was really exhausting for me. i have 120+ works on ao3, not counting what's anonymous, and that level of exposure tires me, even when i use my main ao3 to post things that aren't trashy. it's just a weird feeling knowing so many people are subscribed to you on ao3 and what if you post something they won't like because you jumped fandoms again, or you're posting something niche, or you don't think it fills enough fandom tropes to be well-liked. i used to obsessively think like that, and it made me not write the things i wanted to because i cared about numbers. and i don't want to slide back into that hole. writing on anonymous is mostly to remind myself i wrote this for me, and if other people like it, they can come find me, but i don't have to perform like that anymore. if i get a really weird fucked up idea, i can write the really weird fucked up idea. at the end of the day, just makes me more comfortable! but i get it's a super confusing set up from an outsider perspective so, i really don't mind the question, thank you for asking!!