#christmas kids au

[valleyfthdolls]

I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years I knew this wouldn't last, but fuck you, don't you leave me here

Since Fritz was winning that poll last I checked and I wanted to draw right away. Sprite colored version under the cut

[un-dermask]

"Why can't you see yourself the way those who love you see you..?"

"How I see you..."

"..."

shh....💕 In my mind this is what happened in that scene -//w//-

Redraw of this

Comic: bio parents Au by @kyri45

And here is the full page!

[chonggen]

Them only

[morganbritton132]

Thinking a bit more about this Steve Has Older Siblings AU I’ve got going on (here, here, and here). Specifically about Richard Harrington’s first wife, and two things:

1. She’s a saint. Theresa Kline (former Harrington) stood by her husband through multiple extramarital affairs but a not-quite-yet nineteen year old mistress with a baby was her breaking point. She bowed out gracefully.

Richard married his mistress and Theresa moved on. She never said a bad word about him to her kids or to anyone. She never spat an insult at the child that ruined her marriage or about her baby boy.

Though, she didn’t have to.

Her kids said enough bad things about Steve and his mom on her behalf to fill a book. They never miss an opportunity to remind Steve that while both their parents were from two of Hawkins’ more influential and wealthy families, his mother was a high school dropout homewrecker and a whore that didn’t love him.

Even after his siblings tried fixing their relationship with him, they all still take shots at his mom. Jason’s favorite analogy seems to be that him and his siblings are ‘purebred’ and Steve is a ‘mutt.’

Or, well. It was until Robin heard it and said, “Pure? Like the Nazi’s ideology?? Yikes.”

2. I realize that this AU does not really contradict anything important in the Officer Noodles (and also here) universe. You’d just have to make Angela Harrington Callahan’s little sister.

[threshasketch]

A little winter Shazam and Billy Batson doodle.

[lukass-r]

“Would you fall in love with me again? (I've been waiting, waiting for you...)”

Song : Would you fall in love with me again from Epic: the musical (Ithaca saga)

Drew this in honor of the Ithaca Saga releasing a couple days ago! Hearing the final song brought me to tears. Also, does this count as a Christmas post?

[wardingshout]

Family for day 6 of SpeSilverWeek! Edition uuh found biological and crime I guess...

[lmkobsessedmoth]

The last dead au illustration of this year. A scared dad who almost lost his son

The end of year comparison is going to give me whiplash 

[sanakimohara]

[ DANGEROUS DEVOTION ] - S. C.

master lists <> + CHRISTMAS EVENT: day one < > day three (n/a)

pairing: Changbin x fem! reader

summary: Changbin is hired to protect you from a dangerous enemy, but his overprotective nature becomes suffocating. Is he protecting you from harm, or is he the danger you must save from?

date: December 23rd, 2024

playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3JprLj2NsxJRdY8zsLGoqs?si=wXUixpC2ReC6q5rkKMru4g&pi=u-ljo4I4p8RPOb

warnings: MDNI + NSFW + SLIGHT ANGST + MENTIONS OF DEATH + MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE + MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL + ANAL + SHOWER SEX + TOXIC RELATIONSHIP

Being the youngest daughter of a high-ranking diplomat came with its perks and expectations. From private jets and designer wardrobes to exclusive events and world-class education, your life was a whirlwind of privilege that seemed extravagant to outsiders but was simply part of the norm for high-profile families. Beneath the polished surface of gala dinners and international travel, though, lay the weight of unspoken rules, constant scrutiny, and a life lived under the shadow of diplomacy. For better or worse, your world was one of luxury, security, and the quiet understanding that everything came at a price.

Sometimes, that price puts your life at risk, so your father insisted you accept his proposal of a personal bodyguard capable of protecting you and you alone. After many rounds of debriefs, debates, and deliberations, a decision was made, and a candidate of your father's choosing was hand-picked to fill the role.

He addressed him as First Captain Seo.

You’d grown to know him as Changbin-Binnie when you felt exceptionally comfortable with him.

He was loyal from the start. Trained to handle most, if not all, situations that involve a risk to your safety. There wasn’t a time in the last two years you could remember ever feeling unsafe or unsecured in his presence. His job was your life, and Changbin did not take his responsibility for you lightly.

Although that very virtue of his could be rather tenuous to engage or shift.

Especially at the height of your family’s public appearances and the holiday traveling frenzy. Press tours, interviews, shopping trips, long flights, and tedious schedules were enough. But now came the pending and deliberate threat of opposition to your family's legitimate rule.

A faction of society had deemed royalty or any other form of monarchy within government as useless and disposable. The first to perish at their will was your closest cousin. Passing away in a terrible car crash, only a country away during a diplomatic venture. Their sudden and proclaimed death at the hands of flightless revolutionaries put your father on edge in every aspect, which meant Changbin had a much harder job than usual.

December 23rd, White House Gilded Gala. 10:25 PM

Changbin was counting. He always counted.

How many doors and exits were there?

How many heads were within an 800-foot radius of himself and those in his charge?

How many seconds had passed until the next minute?

How many openings were there for possible intruders or aggravators?

He was always counting.

But as of now, he was tallying the number of champagne flutes you were tossing back.

You’d started early in the night, promising your father that you wouldn’t get as tipsy as last time, but Changbin was well aware you couldn’t keep your word while grieving over your lost cousin.

One drink turned into three, and those three spiraled into…

Changbin minced his train of thought, watching you take the last sip of rose from the clear glass before adding it to his mental scoreboard of your alcohol intake.

That was number eight for you now, and it looked as if you wanted a ninth to follow it from the way he saw your gaze trail after a waiter walking by with a full silver tray of new drinks.

He couldn’t let you keep doing this.

Not tonight, and not for the entirety of it.

Partly due to your father’s wishes but caused mainly by his partiality to you in general….

A particular emotion that hung over his head constantly when you were in his presence that he wished for a while would disappear and never return but had recently come to terms with upon the news of your relatives passing. No bodyguard, well-intentioned and capable or not, should feel the attachment Changbin accepted the moment he saw you crumble to tears in your father’s arms hearing the news.

He knew falling in love with you wasn’t a part of his job description, but it drove his obsession with keeping you safe from harm to new heights. He wouldn’t fail your father and wouldn’t let you slip through his fingers as quickly as your cousin had slipped through her protector's reach.

So, just as you moved to follow the waiter and ask for a ninth glass of champagne, Changbin stepped into your path and caught your dazed gaze with a tilt of his head. “I think you’ve had enough to drink for one night, Miss Y/n.”

His voice was firm yet gentle, starkly contrasting the chaos around the room. You blinked owlishly, trying to focus on his words. “But I’m just getting started,” you responded, slurring slightly, playfully trying to step past him. Changbin's expression softened as he placed a firm yet gentle hand on your left hip. "I'm afraid you'll have to pace yourself," he murmured, steering you away from the waiter's direction.

Your lips part to protest his guidance, but they quickly snap shut as Changbin eyes you with a pointed stare.

The one that made you stop and think.

The one that made your heart race and your cunt throb without warning.

The only stare that told you exactly what was on his mind and why you shouldn’t even attempt to question his actions.

You gulped down a bratty statement, woozy from the alcohol and now aware of the few stares settling on the both of you. A single breath left your lips before you eased into Changbin’s lead, following his heavy and assured steps with your heeled and barely steadied ones, but the security of his hand on your lower back kept you upright and formal to anyone who looked away.

You were tempted to trip yourself up. Make his hand slip a bit lower to graze the curve of your backside hidden underneath the dress you wore to fit the Gala’s modestly endeavored theme of excellence during the season of cheer.

You felt anything but cheerful, sound of mind, or happy. The gleaming lights looked dull. The chatter you suffered through with grace felt like more of a burden. Not even the prettiest of lies and gossip could occupy your mind.

You felt miserable. A doll trapped in a glass box and puppeteered to be perfect when you felt anything but.

Changbin could see it written across your face, looking right past the small smiles you flashed by-passers and keen to the lack of energy you emitted on the trek back to your designated rooms within the government household. Seeing your spirits torn to shreds pained him, and he considered how to cheer you up. He did security checks throughout your private room while you shuffled into a warm shower.

He could read poems…that seemed to work on you often.

He could let you vent if you had the energy to do so again…

He could…

Changbin paused his train of thought, braced by a sudden idea that morphed into a dangerous confidence as he listened for the shower head to turn on.

You stood beneath the water in solace. Upset, that waterproof makeup never smeared with tears that hadn’t seemed to stop coming from your eyes for a week straight now. Nothing helped. Not shopping. Not talking and not hiding.

And god, did you hide…

Forced to live a stricter life and reminded every day that no matter how secure you may feel, the real enemy, family, never rested and grew restless at the simple thought of your existence.

But that was the cost of it all, and you wished occasionally to share the burden with someone who understood you.

Your fears.

Your hopes.

Your life.

And the one person you had begun to let in was now buried six feet under with a branding of rebellion ragged on their mauled body.

You cried at the very thought, whimpering sobs into the running water as if to go unheard, but knowing Changbin could hear every single sound. In a start of shame and embarrassment, you turned to face the wet shower wall, arms raised to hug yourself for a send of comfort as hot droplets of water pattered your bare skin and steam rose from the marbled shower floor to your pouring eyes.

You sniffled, staring at your feet and hoping your heart would cease to ache for a mere second so you could breathe without wanting to fall to pieces; your hopeful thoughts were halted as a much more significant presence came between you and the rushing water.

You knew who it was without a singular glance back, able to feel the ever-present tension in his body a mile away even when he never strayed a foot from you, and you thanked god he never did. Changbin was careful with his approach, hearing you cry softly under running water while undressing from his monochromatic black suit and tie before slipping into the shower with you.

The grey and silver watch on his writs ticked softly, counting the thirty seconds it took you to register his looming presence and measuring the minute and a half of comfortable silence that hung in the steamed room when you did.

This was rare.

This was special to you.

This was indefinitely crossing a line for him.

But he’d done it before on your behalf many times. More often than not, it was as innocent as lingering stares when he should be casing your surroundings, and you should be paying attention to your current task. Sometimes, it was a smooth touch of his hand across parts of your body he had no reason to touch when escorting you from one spot to the next. Other times, it was your quick and chaste kisses on his cheek when you thought something he said was particularly funny or sarcastic -but this only occurred within the utmost private of moments.

And then there were times like this.

Where you both knew so much better.

Where a secret was just that.

A secret between the both of you.

Just like the rest you kept.

Adding to the growing pile of things you’d seen Changbin do and say in the name of your protection.

Killing men with his bare hands -once in front of you for no other reason than him overstaying his welcome in your hotel room during a private trip to Milan.

Threatening reporters who dared to scrutinize you with a charming smile and a promise of eminent destruction if they didn’t retract their statements about you.

Openly unimpressed with your choice of public relationships with various champions, he stalked in the shadows until they eventually felt too unsettled by his constant presence in your life and broke their line of acquaintance with you as a natural result.

First, Captain Seo Changbin was, by all accounts, obsessed with you.

It was painful, to say the least, and intoxicating at most.

You’d thought of saying something. Doing something to alter his fixation on you, but your resolve crumbled to dust at the thought of never having his eyes on you so intensely again.

He paid attention to you.

He sought you out.

He would pay for it, and so would you, but you could care less feeling his warmth, breath fan across the damp skin of your right shoulder all the way up to the crook of your craning neck.

You relaxed, breathing in the musk of his evaporating cologne as his toned front melted into your soaked back. Your hands found a wet wall at the familiar contact, manicured nails digging into the smooth surface as his warm skin electrified yours, and your lips falling apart at the hardened length he pressed into the curve of your ass and lower back.

“Binnie…” you whined quietly, too shy to look him in the eye, and hardly assured of yourself when he snapped you out of your crying fit so abruptly. He hummed deep within his chest, strong hands lowering to knead the fat of your hips and the dip of your stomach, “I hate hearing you cry so much…tell me you know that, Princess..”

Your heart jumped at his sincerity, and before a logical barrier rose in your mind, your mouth was open to shaking him: “I know. I'm sorry…I can’t help it.”

Changbin sighed, planting a kiss behind your left ear as he swept your hair to the right and rested his head against your own, coaxing you to keen and meet his eyes. You obeyed, lovingly seeing his steady gaze look through you like crystal-clear glass. “You need my help..” he uttered, and you knew the statement was far from a question, simply nodding in response to him and blushing as he smiled softly at your wordless confession. “Tell me you need it, sweetheart…” his voice dipped lower in volume, a low rumble as he gently kissed your trembling lips before speaking again. “Tell me you need it to stop…all that pain and…suffering…” Changbin kept you waiting for one kiss after the next as he spoke, barely grazing his tongue into your mouth with each pass and his hips unmoving against yours that began to slowly circle in an attempt to ease the throbbing between your shaken legs.

He caught your jaw with his right hand, fingertips melding into your dampened skin as he angled your head back on his shoulder to force your smaller weight closer to the wall with his impactful stature. You didn’t refuse the new position, blinking slowly as your brain finally began to shut off and delve into a mindless desire for him. “Tell me you need me to fix you again…” He stifled a groan, hips urging forward into yours on his own accord, and his gaze lowering to watch his cock press into your lower back.

You shuddered, finally finding your voice and recapturing his attention with a dazed answer. “I ….need you …t’fix me…please.” Hot tears pooled at your bottom lashes, but you couldn’t care enough to wipe them away as the admission slipped off your tongue and into the steam filling the air. “O-one last time,” you rush out in a whisper, knowing it wouldn’t be but still drawing the imaginary line.

He’d cross every time, and you’d let him.

It was too easy and so much better than pretending he wasn’t the only one capable of doing it.

As if he weren’t the only man to place you in a steady headlock, bicep trapping your throat, and his head tucked into your neck to place lingering wet kisses on your skin as he slid his cock along your plush ass in slowed thrusts.

As if he weren’t the only man to press a hand over your mouth, muting the whines and shouts you gave while his girth slid up and down your most sensitive area, gripping your gaping jaw tight to quiet the inevitable half scream and half moan of his name as he pushed the head of his length past your trained rim.

As if he weren’t the only man to whisper little praises in your ear while nearly splitting you in half with his cock, easing thick inch after thick inch into the tight space as he’d done so many times before, and in a near mess to rival your own when he’d successfully stuffed your ass with what it could take of him.

As if he weren’t the one to wrap a hand through your hair in a tight fist, pulling at the wet strands in practiced strength, manhandling whatever part of your more petite body he could as his length plunged in and out of your fluttering hole.

As if he weren’t the one grunt and groaning profanities and discreet assurances in your ear, tempted to mark up your skin but aware that doing so would ruin all the forbidden fun in your shared future.

As if he weren’t the one, panting into your neck, thankful for the running water dousing you both and keeping your entrance slick and undeniably ready for him.

You had no will to confront him. In love with the pain and elation of it all and tempted to shout it out loud the moment he slipped a hand to settle on your dripping cunt. Changbin knew his way around you just the same way he did any obstacle. Disarming you with slow and tight circles of two fingers on your clit, using them to spread your folds before diving them deep into your entrance and curling them forward to hit a spot that brought stars to your eyes.

He switched between thrusting his cock into your ass and pumping his fingers into your drenched cunt. You reeled at the sensations, wanting to go limp as they overlapped, and urged the coil in your core to tighten minute by minute.

Changbin stopped counting.

Abandoning his vigilance entirely as his high inched closer and entirely too caught up in the tension of your perky rim around his length and the steady flutter of your cunt’s warm walls to keep track of anything else.

This was fixing you.

This was his way of protecting you.

This was your way of thanking him for it.

Even with cum dripping down your thighs for the rest of the night.

A/N: I’m sick so this is late but whatever

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[kommandonuovidiavoli]

It's midnight here so it's officially Christmas. Have a Penny with a gift. It can be whatever you want!

Will post a timelapse of this in some hours, if I remember!

Bye!

[greattigerssimp]

Christmas headcannons for the Punch Out!! Wii boxers!! 🥊🎄✨️

(cover by me :p)

They're all having a christmas party/sleepover together, there's a big Christmas tree in the gym, and their doing Secret Santa :3

Glass Joe 🇫🇷 🥐

- Made most of the food for the Xmas party. He baked bundt cakes, sugar cookies, peppermint brittle, buche de noel, and little gingerbread men he decorated to look like the boxers. Bro literally baked his German bf into a cookie because he misses him-

- The ref gifted ugly Christmas sweaters to all the boxers. Joe got an oversized blue and white jack frost themed one. He actually loved it and is keeping it

- Got berated by Aran throwing snowballs at him on his way to the party

- Overly invested in Kaiser retelling Christmas stories

- Over drank hot chocolate and passed out around 10pm. Later woke up under the tree, wrapped in wrapping paper and with several gift boys in his hair. Shockingly, it wasn't Aran who did this-

- Received his secret Santa gift from Kaiser. It was a makeshift lightweight belt Kaiser had crafted himself. Joe cried for 20 minutes straight after receiving it

- His new year resolution is to win more fights

Von Kaiser 🇩🇪🔩

- Had amazing childhood Christmas's as a child (at least the ones with just his mom) and will happily hyperfixate and info dump about them

- Taught Joe how to make fresh gingerbread (Lebkuchen)

- Recieved lots of cute, hand-made christmas cards from his boxing class. Almost cried reading them since they all praised him as a boxing teacher

- Traumatized most of the boxers after he told lore-dropped about Krampus.

- His ugly Christmas sweater was itchy and had bells on it. It quickly got on his nerves, and he later got rid of it... not before taking the bells off though. Spare parts are spare parts!

- Did most of the decorating around the gym and policed anyone who wanted to help decorate the tree. Clearly, he's an expert

- Received his secret santa gift from Bald Bull. He got this adorable "build it yourself" cuckoo clock set and absolutely adored it. (Extra hc that Bald Bull knows wayyy too much about the boxers' personal lives bc he's so quiet and listens in on their secretive conversations).

- His new year resolution was to practice self love more

- Around midnight, when the snow slowed down, he took Joe outside for a little private slow dance behind the gym, out in the snow... they kissed by the end of the hour, by the end of their slow dance ❤️

Disco Kid 🇺🇲 🕺

- "I 👁jUsT wAnT🤲 yOu🫵 FoR 4️⃣mY oWn🤲, MoRe ➕️ThAn YoU 🫵cOuLd EvEr KnOw🧠, MaKe🔨 My WiSh✨️ CoMe TrOoOoO✅️... aLl I wAnT🤲 fOr 4️⃣ChRiStMaS🎄 iS yOuUuU🫵" ....all. night. long. With Aran too.

- Got a cute reindeer sweater from the ref, and wore it all night. Got sad when Kaiser threw out his own sweater.

- Has an entire, 100+ song playlist he made for the party. About 10 of the songs on it were remixes of that one Mariah Carey one he loves so much

- Danced with Aran all-night long, despite Arans lack of rhythm. Got giggly af when Aran kissed him.

- Took a picture of Joe wrapped under the tree. It's now the official WVBA Christmas card.

- Accidentally burnt his tongue drinking the hot chocolate Hondo brought

- Kept in contact with Hondo, Aran, and Tiger as they stole Flamenco out of Brooklyn Heights. Acted as the "mission control" of the Flamenco heist situation

- Recieved his secret santa gift from King Hippo. It was a necklace made of pearls, that were decorated to look like little disco balls. He loved it, weared it all night long... and thanked King Hippo with a big ole hug.

- His new years resolution is to take his career as a boxer a little bit more seriously

King Hippo 🏝 🦛

- Hates the cold sm, he's napping by the heater 90% of the time

- Hondo was nice enough to supply the king with extra hot cocoa

- His sweater sadly didn't fit him

- Loudest teeth chattering in the world

- The boxers who got rid of their sweaters gave them to Hippo for him to use as a blanket... plus the warm hug Hippo got from Disco Kid.

- "I want a hippopotamus for Christmas" is considered an offensive song to him and his kin. Disco Kid nearly lost an arm before promptly removing the song from his holiday playlist.

- Recieved his secret santa gift from Soda Popinski. He got a little Hippo plushie! He stimmed and roared a lot from it, so the boxers assumed he was happy. The plushie was pineapple scented too, so it reminded him of home.

- Doesn't know what a new years resolution is, and he didn't make one.

Piston Hondo 🇯🇵🍣

- Cooked most of the non-baked foods for the party, including freshly made hot chocolates... fanciest hot chocolates ever made.

- Gave up his cute penguin sweater to Hippo, despite actually liking the sweater

- Was the designated driver during the "Flamenco Heist" mission... which is good, since none of the other participants could drive that quietly.

- Got pulled over for speeding out of Brooklyn Heights... buuut after getting the ticket and trying to get Aran to stop cursing at the policeman, he eventually transports Don and the boys safely to the party.

- Crashed out under the tree after the heist.

- (Before the heist) recieved his secret santa gift from Glass Joe. He got a cute pusheen cat mug and a christmas card with a handwritten Haiku in it, about what a great friend Hondo is. Needless to say, Hondo was very grateful.

- His new years resolution list is loooong... stuff like "lose weight" and "focus on social life" and "be less selfish"... basically a lot of insecurities he secretly has.

Bear Hugger 🇨🇦🐻

- Got a large tree, fresh from the woods (AND replanted it, because deforestation is bad ✨️)

- Spruce didn't attend the party bc he was hibernating

- Bear recieved a polar bear sweater that was way too small on him, which sucked because he liked it. After Hippo was done using the unused sweaters as a blanket, Bear would later give his sweater to Lomasi, even if it's way too big for her. She loves it though

- Ate most of the food and stole some leftovers for Spruce and Lomasi to snack on. The sugar made him stay up all night

- Wayyyy too invested in the whole Flameco heist story

- Around 3am, he left the party and got his woodland animal friends to steal the remnants of Don's torn coat from a local dump, and he got them all to repair it. Don would be gifted it back on Christmas morning, much to Carmen's shock and surprise.

- Recieved his secret santa gift from Super Macho Man. He got two gifts, an adult bib that pointed to his mouth and read "CPDS: Canada's Pancake Disposal System." and Spruce recieved adorable squirrel sized swimming wings (made by Kaiser, gifted by Macho Man).

- His new years resolution is single handedly stop humans and corporations from hurting the environment.

Great Tiger 🇮🇳🐅

- Typically doesn't celebrate Christmas, but is gonna do so this year just to spend time with his friends and to participate in secret santa. (It's a personal choice if Sikh individuals wish to celebrate Christmas or not, according to my research before writing this).

- Absolutely LOVED his corny ahh ugly Christmas cat sweater, wore it during the Flamenco heist situation

- Re-inacted some of Kaisers' christmas stories using his clones

- When Hondo arrived at Carmen's house that evening, Tiger was in charge of distracting Carmen and her family while Aran snuck Don out of the top window. He and his clones did a (technical) one-man caroling mini spectacular, complete with dancing and a short rap session. Ofc Tiger had to he over the top with it

- Screamed like a girl when Aran gifted him a fake dead rat... luckily, Hondo said "Aran, you shouldn't hurt your own kind" after Aran bursted out laughing

- His new years resolution is to be more self sufficient and depend on his magic less

Don Flamenco 🇪🇸 🥀

- His parents from Spain sent him this gorgeous, satin winter coat with a cute little card. They love him very much, despite how little contact Don has with them (due to Carmen ofc)

- Bro had an entire Cinderella arc. Basically, Don wanted to go to the WVBA Christmas party, but Carmen wanted him to stay home and spend the night with her... even though he's been cooped up at her home since mid-December. She says stuff like "I matter more" and "They're better off without you," using such language to gaslight and manipulate Don into staying with her.

- They got into a fight about it, which resulted in Carmen not only tearing up his new winter coat Don's family from Spain had sent him a few days ago... but she also locks him in her room that night until he "becomes a better boyfriend."

- This pushed him over the edge, and he called out to Disco Kid for help! Luckily, Aran, Hondo and Tiger were able to "kidnap" him away from Carmen's place, and Don was able to spend half the night at the party

- Pretended to like his elf christmas sweater so as not to hurt the refs feelings.

- Also wore it because he hates the cold

- Taking selfies along with Macho Man, without thinking that Carmen might see them and know where he was. Thankfully, Carmen didn't.

- Recieved his secret santa present from Great Tiger. He got an expensive skin care kit that he vows to use daily.

- His new years resolution is to "be a stronger boyfriend" for Carmen.

- Snuck back into Carmen's home around 6am and fell asleep on the couch. Was overjoyed the next morning to see his new coat repaired.

Aran Ryan 🇮🇪 😈

- Tries to dance with Disco Kid to the Christmas tunes, but he's got no rhythm, so it looked kinda awkward but cute at the same time.

- Just so happened to be dancing under a mistletoe a certain German precariously placed for a certain French... but only he noticed.

- Quickly kissed Disco Kid before gesturing to the mistletoe.

- Agreed to help save Don's christmas only because he wanted to break into Carmen's home, plus he has experience climbing up to second floors from the outside.... don't ask how.

- Once he broke in, he promptly placed a spare fake dead rat into Carmen's stocking (that was conveniently in her room) before safely carrying Don out of the window

- Threatened to drop Don multiple times if he didn't shut up about the cold... thankfully, Don was okay.

- Recieved his secret santa gift from Bear Hugger. He got A LUMP OF COAL. He nearly destroyed everything in that gym until he looked deeper into the gift bag... and also saw he got a new leather jacket with a badass Irish blessing on the back of it. Bear laughed his ass off at Arans initial reaction

- Didn't say it out loud, but his new years resolution was to be a better behaved human of society... at least for Disco Kid's sake.

Soda Popinski 🇷🇺🍾

- Casually walked to the gym out in the cold wearing a christmas tank top and apple bottom jeans.

- "Soda it's fucking 21 degrees out"

- "And?"

- Liked his snowman sweater, it was super cute to him. He and Macho Man did sweater selfies together

- Chugging eggnog because no one else wants to drink it. The sugar he got also made him stay up all night

- Got scared by Kaisers krampus story and had nightmares until new years

- Started a snowball fight with Aran early on during the party, which Joe unfortunately became a part of

- Recieved his secret santa gift from Don when he eventually arrived at the party.

- His new years resolution was to keep up his alcohol recovery process

Bald Bull 🇹🇷 🐂

- Didn't go to the Christmas party because he hates parties and doesn't celebrate Christmas. He flew back to Turkey to spend time with his family

- Gave gifts around new years to his many family members

- Didn't get his christmas sweater from the ref, but he wouldn't have liked it anyways

- Left Kaiser his secret santa present by the tree along with a note explaining why he didn't come

- When he came back in early January, he received his secret santa gift from Disco Kid. He got a pair of fluffy bull slippers. He loves them and wears them every morning now.

- His new years resolution was to become more approachable

Super Macho Man 🇺🇸🌊

- Is the one who wrapped up Joe and placed him under the tree

- Didn't like the itchy santa sweater he got (it irritated his artificially tanned skin), but he wore it most of the party because Soda wanted to take selfies with him... and gosh darn it, he won't admit it, but he liked seeing Soda all happy and enjoying himself

- Secretly cuddled with Soda each time he had nightmares about the krampus

- Also got scared by Kaisers story

- "Bro who told you about this fucking creature?!?"

- "Mien grandparents."

- "Ah, who would've guessed."

- Made Christmas thrist traps and posted them alongside Don. They even recreated that one santa scene from Mean Girls with just two people

- Recieved his secret santa gift from Piston Hondo. He got a nautical themed surf board, signed by all of the boxers. Bro let's out the loudest fucking "HELL YEAH BRO" when he got it.

- His new years resolution is to keep being talented and handsome

Mr. Sandman 💤 🟢

- Didn't participate in secret santa

- Spent Christmas alone, working out

- Recieved a WVBA merch gift card from Mr. Dream, and a ton of fan mail and gifts from his fans

- Spent Christmas night staying comfortable and sleeping peacefully

- His new years resolution is to try and find a hobby outside of boxing

(Bonus! Because I didn't wanna end on a sad note.)

Little Mac 🥊🟢

- Spent Christmas with Doc and Peter Punch, away from the Christmas party

- They all pulled an all nighter, watching Christmas movies all night

- Doc managed to pull enough money together to give both of them a plentiful christmas

- Despite being teens, Mac and Peter still both believe in Santa Clause.

- They both got lots of presents on Christmas morning, but their favorite gifts was the gamer tank top meant for Peter, and for Mac, it was this necklace with a picture of Doc and Mac first leaving the orphanage

- Mac's new years resolution is to finish school with passing grades, Peter's resolution is to keep up his appearance, and Doc's resolution is to lose a little bit of weight

Merry Christmas everyone! Have a happy holidays! And from the boxers...

"Joyeux noël" - Glass Joe

"Frohe Weihnachten" - Von Kaiser

"RAWR" - King Hippo

"Merīkurisumasu" - Piston Hondo

"मेरी क्रिसमस!" - Great Tiger

"Feliz Navidad!" - Don Flamenco

"Nollaig Shona!" - Aran Ryan (he knows a little bit of Irish lol)

"С Рождеством!" - Soda Popinski

"Mutlu Noeller" - Bald Bull

"Love ya all, have a happy holidays!~"

[valleyfthdolls]

I like your writing it makes me feel a certain type of way.

Also what's your FNAF au about?

Thank you anon!

@chisksblog my FNaF AU isn't too unlike canon, though it has a lot of focus on the Afton family because I'm crazy about their story. The big things changed are generally more accuracy to real life animatronics of the era, with each animatronic character having written-in personalities and lore that then intersects with the missing children. Fazbear Entertainment has "lore" of its own (akin to the CEC characters) in universe that kind of blurs the missing kids' reality at the edges.

Speaking of which, the missing children's info is as follows:

Charlotte "Charlie" Emily, 9 years old, died 10/31/1982. Possesses The Marionette. Elizabeth Nora Afton, 10 years old, died 4/13/1983. Possesses Circus Baby. Cassidy Blair Afton, 9 years and 6 days old, died 6/28/1983. Possesses Fredbear. Susie Ann Miller, 10 years old, died 7/02/1985. Possesses Chica. Jeremy Young, 5 years old, died 7/23/1985. Possesses Bonnie. Gabriel Lowe, 7 years old, died 7/23/1985. Possesses Freddy Fazbear. Francesca Claudette "Fritz" Oliveira, 11 years old, died 8/01/1985. Possesses Captain Foxy.

The other three who died and possess the other Funtimes I'm not certain on, or if they even really exist. I'll.. I'll figure that out.

When it comes to Security Breach and stuff, that's where things get very, very different. Technically, my main fnaf AU doesn't involve HW/SB/Ruin, that's a different thing entirely (I call that au "security-singularity breach" or scsib for short).

In ScSiB, Gregory isn't entirely a . y'know, homeless orphan. Actually, he has a full family- parents and two older sisters- twins, actually. His parents split before his birth though, and his father left with his older sister Vanessa, leaving him and Valentine. After losing Vanessa, their mother became the person that she was said to be by their father to get custody of Ness- neglectful, emotionally abusive, and suicidal. Valentine and Gregory both became self-sufficient, and Gregory became cold and bitter where Valentine became irreverent and overly positive to mask a sense of insignificance. Once Vanessa moves out of her father's house, she tries to become a part of Gregory's life, to little success due to Gregory's very avoidant attachment style and suspicion.

Valentine is the one to get taken over by Glitchtrap, but she ropes both of her siblings into it subtly. As Valentine starts appearing more like Vanessa, Gregory becomes completely lost in who and what he can trust. His only comfort is spending all his time at the Pizzaplex, because he has a couple of friends there and he gets in free on a family discount. He considers Freddy his friend, and this is vitally important. As he becomes more uncertain of his safety in his home life, he tries to reach out to Freddy, who is just receptive enough for Gregory to keep trying little by very little. Valentine models her persona after both herself and her sister to continue implicating Vanessa so it stays between them, and she names it V.A.N.N.Y.- Virtual Augmentation Neural Network Yield. The suit is partially mechanized and works off of the V.A.N.N.I. system from Ruin.

On Halloween of 2020 (I don't like that SB canonically takes place in like 2045. sorry), V.A.N.N.Y. is forced to really start acting out Glitchtrap's will, and to cut her off from any emotional connection, Glitchtrap instructs her to kill her parents and Gregory. She successfully kills her parents, but Gregory escapes. He is presumed by most to have killed his parents and run away. Glitchtrap is not happy that she fucked up, but this was partially a move to protect her brother by putting him in a place where Vanessa would feel she had absolutely no choice but to protect him for her, even though they're not close. She puts the responsibility of Gregory's safety on Vanessa, but Gregory doesn't trust her.

The only person that Gregory trusts- aside from Cassie, who doesn't believe Gregory is a murderer- isn't really a person, but Freddy. Freddy is the only person Gregory feels like isn't hiding something from him. This turns out to be very wrong, as Freddy isn't really Freddy, but Michael Afton, trying to stop anything awful from happening again by protecting Gregory at any cost.

Which is a difficult task when the kid you're trying to protect keeps insisting on putting himself in the way of a murderer with the intention of "saving" her.

[crisiscutie]

The reunion at hand may bring us joy. Pt 1

Pairing: "Fluffy" Sephiroth/Pregnant Darling

A wee distant prequel in the alternate Domestic AU, back when Darling was still on the run from Yandere Sephiroth with the boys.

You gently touched your slightly swollen belly, shaking your head as you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror. There was no denying it now - you were pregnant with your fourth child. This revelation shouldn't have come as a surprise. Something had to result out of those nightly sessions you had with Sephiroth months ago.

Yet with the familiar symptoms and signs, you had acted like nothing was different since you and the boys went on the run. Now that your baby bump had begun to form, ignoring your greatest worry was no longer an option. You covered your eyes and let out a soft sob as you anxiously deliberated your next steps.

You could should be able to handle this one. After all, ten years ago, you had been pregnant with triplets. One more child in the picture was no problem.

But you couldn't even bring yourself to explain to your precious boys why you all had to leave that fateful day. The horrifying atrocities and the monster their father had become were things they shouldn't and couldn't comprehend. So how the hell could you explain to them that you're pregnant while being on a special mother-sons expedition, celebrating your degradation mysteriously curing itself? The boys were already concerned when you had bouts of morning sickness, but you diverted their attention by promising to take them to the Gold Saucer, since they had begged to visit it during the journey in Corel.

They're smart like Sephiroth, though. You won't be able to hide this from them for long. Maybe you could tell them at the amusement park during a quiet moment? You pulled your wool sweater down and slipped your black jacket on for even more cover. It's bad enough being an ex-SOLDIER on the run with three kids. No need to make it obvious that you're a pregnant ex-SOLDIER on the run with three kids.

When you were about to leave the restroom, you heard a groan of distress from behind. You turned around and came face to face with a woman dressed in tattered black robes. She looked to be on the edge of death. Her lifeless, baggy eyes, sickly complexion, and brittle hair nearly sent you into a panic. She looked like you when your degradation was at its worst. She stumbled towards you, losing her balance. You immediately reached out and caught her, allowing her to rest her head on your shoulder.

"Miss... are you okay?" you whispered. You couldn't resist the instinctive desire to hold her tightly, as if she were a precious jewel for safekeeping. Perhaps it was your natural empathy and decency for a fellow human. Or it's just your pathetic projection.

You tried to support her upright, but in a swift second, the woman summoned all her strength to push you against the bathroom wall, her small form transforming into the towering visage of your dear husband, Sephiroth.

In slow, robotic movement, he lifted his head from your shoulder. You could feel his soft, silver tresses sliding over the fabric of your jacket as his gaze met yours. His slit pupils were devoid of the soft, almost-catlike gaze he usually wore. Instead, there was only the stare of a snake watching its prey.

He cupped your chin. "You dare to run away? With my children? After all I've done for you. For them," he hissed. You couldn't respond. Were you already beginning to lose your mind? How did he know your location? How is here? As he caught the flicker of fear and shock in your eyes, his slit pupils constricted. He then smirked and slid his gloved hand down your body, opening the jacket and lifting the wool sweater to expose your slightly swollen belly.

"I will reclaim what's mine," he declared, his gloved hand resting on your belly. These were his final words before the robbed woman retook her place. She groaned in your ear once again. A nurse burst into the room and quickly approached the two of you. She pulled the robbed woman away from you.

"Excuse her. She's not feeling well because of the mako poisoning!" the nurse hastily explained to you, shortly lecturing the robbed woman afterwards. You stifled a gasp at them before fast walking out of the restroom. Your gaze darted up and down the streets, clutching your bag close to you.

Fuck. Fuck. The boys. Where are they!? You all can't afford to stick around much longer. But you don't see them anywhere! They should've been here, waiting outside of the bathroom as you ordered. Your panic increased tenfold when you rushed down the dusty road, seeing the bodies of dead Shinra grunts scattered about. You forced your head to keep looking forward, not even noticing the black feathers on some bodies.

Time passed slowly until you found a platform with a gondola, hoping your boys were near since you quietly searched everywhere else. You then heard the familiar whisper of Kadaj calling out to you from behind.

"Mother, we're over here!" He said. They were hiding in small bins, with a white lid over their heads nearby an abandoned clinc.

"What happened?" You asked.

"We don't know... Those men were running after us, so we hid in these bins when they lost sight of us," Yazoo explained. The three came out, their hair and clothing a bit rustled, but no signs of physical injury. But their eyes said it all. They were shaken. Afraid. All supposedly under your watch. Poor Loz was crying silently, keeping his hand over his mouth to keep quiet. You ruffled his hair, giving him an apologetic gaze.

The three hugged boys hugged you tightly, afraid to let you go. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't left you three alone..." You said. Kadaj lifted his head, about to say something before the sight of your uncovered pregnant belly caught his attention. The other two followed after, their fearful gaze turning into utter confusion and curiosity.

Shit. Of course you didn't bother to fix yourself up after that bathroom encounter with Sephiroth. "Boys... I-"

"They can't be far! Split up and search the alleys!" a voice from a distance ranged out, with a tone you recognized to certainly belong to a grunt captain. With quick thinking, you ushered the boys into the nearby gondola and closed the door.

"We'll discuss this later. Just stay quiet for Mother please..." you uttered, maneuvering to the controls. Your sweet triplet boys nodded, immediately sitting down and observing you silently. Thank the planet that they knew when to get serious and follow directions. But alas, mayhap this be evidence of them growing up too fast. Any other child at their age would still be shaken, frantically asking questions, begging for assurance. Just how much more horrors did they witness in your absence?

You slapped the control panel in frustration, which seemed to make it work. The gondola creaked and drifted along the cable lines. You peeked out of the tinted window, seeing more Shinra troops scouting the streets. Thankfully, no one seemed focused on the gondola. You sighed in relief and wiped your forehead as you sat down, sitting opposite of the triplets.

They were still staring at you, their intense catlike pupils constricting as the silence persisted. It was too difficult for you to not think of Sephiroth at this moment. This peculiar aura was all too familiar. Each one was so so similar to him, in each and every way.

Your lips curved into a forced grin, as you leaned forward, talking in your light tone.

"You know, this itinerary of Corel told me about a very special attraction nearby." The boys broke out of their peculiar observant trance, their slit pupils now dilating in anticipation as they leaned forward themselves, meeting you with excitement.

"I-Is it the gold saucer?" Loz asked. You nodded.

"Mhmm!" I was thinking, 'Maybe we could go there sooner.' What do you boys think?" The boys collectively hollered in excitement, littering you in gratitude and requests to go to a specific attention first. You chuckled, sitting back and watching them argue with each other about who gets to where first. Good thing you got them focused on something else for now.

Though your amusement ended quickly when you spotted a black feather stuck in the window's crevice, reminding you of your duty...

Oh, why can't something be easy for once?

[chonggen]

Christmas Special - Part 2

Bruuuuuh, my eyes are going blind & I have no idea what I’ve done. ( just wanted to make it funny )

There’s no shipment between Red Son and NK ( maybe? someday? IDK )

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[pechachaos]

conjured up this au in my brain like last year and then never drew anything for it until now lol

alts under cut!

[icykosmo]

Happy holidays everyone!