#christmas threads

[angie-long-legs]

christmas starter for vox [ @hazbinned ]

A Christmas market was certainly not something one would expect to see in Hell. And yet, every year, Pentagram City played host to the demonic equivalent of such an event, held by a group of nostalgic sinners whose yearning for days gone by manifested in the recreation of earthly festivities. However, considering this was Hell, some vendors were a little less wholesome than a Christmas market typically called for. Slotted in amongst the usual tables of holiday-themed trinkets and knick-knacks were distinctly scummier-looking stalls, displaying everything from knock-off Fizz-bots to stolen VoxTek products; from used weapons to (hopefully unused) Lust-brand sex toys. The result was an unsettling amalgamation of genuine festive cheer and soulless, phoney cash-grabs. It was the black market on a white Christmas, polar opposites bleeding into one another to create their own unique shade of morally grey.

None of that particularly mattered to Angel - all he wanted was somewhere he could go incognito. Jam-packed with holiday-making sinners, it was easy for him to slip through the crowd unnoticed, especially with the addition of winter clothing. A pink and white striped scarf masked the lower half of his face, while a black woolly hat with a hot pink pom-pom atop it was pulled down to shield him from any potential gawking. Angel tugged his jacket around himself, shivering as the cold December air nipped at his rosy cheeks. At least, here, he could blend into the background. For once, he was invisible.

For once, he wanted to be.

What he didn't want was to return home to the hotel on Christmas Eve with smeared makeup and puffy eyes, the bright, cheerful joy of his friends snuffed out the instant Angel showed up damaged. They deserved to celebrate without having their good spirits marred by the porn star's sob story. The evidence of a particularly rough shift was a brutal reminder that neither he nor they needed: that his circumstances were no less dire during the season of giving.

Givin' me a fuckin' black eye, Angel thought with a bleak chuckle, puffs of chilly air forcing their way out from behind his scarf and clouding his vision. Morbid humour. Merry fucking Christmas.

As the frosty air disapated, a familiar face revealed itself to Angel from across the bustling street. An unmistakable TV-headed demon was hunched over a stall, and appeared to be inspecting its trove of treasures with intense focus. Angel frowned, side-stepping towards the Overlord before he could register what he was doing. He came here to be alone, after all, not chew the fat with the CEO of the very place he was desperately trying to forget about. So, why did he now find himself approaching him?

As always, it was curiosity. Just what exactly was Vox doing here? Had he been visited by a ghost who had encouraged an appreciation for small businesses, perhaps? Or was he here to cuss out the vendors selling stolen VoxTek products? Admittedly, the idea of an Overlord causing a scene in the middle of a Christmas market was pretty entertaining. Maybe the holiday spirit was alive, after all!

"So," Angel said breezily as he sidled up to the media demon, looking straight ahead at the market stall rather than at Vox himself. "Who's the unlucky sap ya waited until Christmas Eve ta buy a present for?"

With a quick sideways glance, Angel made certain that neither of the two rather recognisable demons had been clocked before he turned to acknowledge the other.

"Or is there some other reason yer hangin' around this overpriced junkyard in the freezin' cold, all by yerself?"

divider by @issysh3ll

[a-adventurer]

Gimme Christmas threads. Oooh also gimme a thread where one muse is visiting family for Christmas but their car breaks down in a small town. They meet the mechanic but it's gonna take a few days to get the car fixed.

[shushmal]

Happy turkey day to those that celebrate, I’m thinking about Steve who has absent, borderline neglectful parents but THAT’S ACTUALLY OKAY it’s actually perfect on holidays because Steve’s pretty extroverted and probably has a large group of friends extending from close to “we’re on the same basketball team and Steve will high five your face if you don’t get your hand up fast enough”

so really all he’s gotta do it bat those puppy eyes at some unsuspecting mom and BAM invited to holiday dinner. He probably does rounds, and thankfully he has teenage boy metabolism because he probably manages to fit 7 different moms’ dinner in in one day

And sure, after he graduates he’s not sure if it’s good manners to show up at old teammates’ doorsteps. BUT THEN Mrs. Henderson looks at him mid-November and totally claims him for the day where she’s hosting her brother’s family too. Except Dustin brags to Lucas and Lucas gets jealous so Steve then also has to show up at the Sinclair’s in the evening. Max is already there so Steve drives her home that night with leftovers. (Mike is very secretly butthurt about all of this and is really nasty to Nancy the weeks of thanksgiving and Christmas.)

(Robin’s family doesn’t DO thanksgiving but instead goes camping for the week. Robin hates this, and they wouldn’t let Steve join them even though he had his own tent so she hates it MORE. She tries to mutiny but her mom gives her these sad teary eyes and cries about Robin growing up too fast and robin’s fate is sealed. She and Steve instead have their own tradition of movies and junk food the weekend after, so Robin gets reintroduced real food again. So while Buckley’s aren’t on the thanksgiving rotation, Robin gets special Christmas privileges and Steve stays over on Christmas Eve.)

So by the time Eddie is in the picture, Steve already has standing expectations for his presence that’s not just a drive-by plate cleaning, and he’s kinda sad, he and Wayne don’t usually do much and Wayne has to work usually. But actually how dare he be sad, because Steve’s like “🤨 you’re coming too, stupid” and he Eddie and max go to each house like trick or treaters but for turkey.

Then Steve gets close with Eddie’s friends and they have to start splitting holidays like children of divorce.

One time Steve gets it in his head to hold friends giving the week before. He never does it again.

[murasaki-cha]

Wow book artists are FEEDING me these days!!!!

Credit goes to:

@frostbite.studios for Jurdan

@palinlineart for AlizehCyrus

[dushku]

THIRTEEN HORROR FILMS THAT SCARED TF OUT OF ME!

tag rules: select 13 horror films that at one point in time terrified the hell out of you (gifs optional)

tagged by @pascow

tagging: @moonlight @rachmcadams @stuart-townsend @saw-x @mikaeled

@xenobites @j0el-miller @dhawanmasters and anyone else who wants to do this!

[paintedstitches]

I finished all the ornaments from my festive stardew valley cross stitch pattern. The bead work took forever... and now I'm decorating my Christmas tree

shop - tip - tumblr

[the-apocrypha]

🎄🎄🎄

Three trees oh my goodness! Extra Hallmark AU for you. <3

“Sorry,” Hob says again, as he at last looks up from tapping at his screen to meet Dream’s eyes.  “You are required elsewhere,” Dream states, head tilted. Hob inhales creme brulee, and shivers despite the warmth of the fire. “Yeah. Er, croissants.”  “In the oven?” Dream asks.  “No! God, no, I’d be running. Just the dough resting a bit before I laminate it. You ever made croissants before?”  “Once,” Dream says. The faintest hint of a smile flickers across his face. “Barely. A cooking class in Paris, where we assembled the dough, performed one round of amateurish lamination, and then were handed a professional grade dough from which to finally shape our croissants.”  Hob grins. “So you’re an expert, then?”  “A master of the craft,” Dream says solemnly.  “Well, my kitchen’s still open, if you ever want to come teach me a thing or two,” Hob teases, delighted. “Or, y’know. Just come say hi. Hang out.”  “And subject myself to your wretched music?”  “It’s Christmas music,” Hob protests.  “Wham! are not Christmas music.”  “Actually, it’s an Ariana Grande cover.” 

make me write

[radioiaci]

[ vox's christmas jamboree ] - open starter #2

The press of piano keys is gentle - though loud enough to be heard over the din of party-goers. While he is not participating in the apparent karaoke contest (which he would win, even if he was), he is happy to provide some light accompaniment for the evening, humming along to the melody which his claws deftly trace from measure to measure.

They do not falter as he spies the other approaching, carrying through the remainder of the song as he greets them.

"Any requests?" He asks in a warm tone. Alastor is, momentarily, in his element. Even amongst the throngs of other citizens of Hell which he would rather consume than party with.

But he is here to be good at Vox's behest.

[pagan-stitches]

I’ve completed the first quadrant of my recreation of a 19th century Karelian embroidery.

Here is a rough mock-up of what it will look like completed:

I’m planning on it being part of a larger piece that I’ll use at the solstices.

[pterodactylbonesshop]

Погода всё ещё морозная, надо утепляться. Брать пример можно с гуся и уточки, они пусть и без штанов, зато голова и шея в тепле!

Больше бесплатных схем в Pinterest, а в Boosty огромная куча схем побольше и посложнее

[asexxxualauthor]

Me: (about to fall asleep)

My Brain: “In Jim Carrey’s Grinch, all the male Whos are clean-shaven—the most facial hair any have is sideburns, never a mustache or proper beard. This speaks to their exceptionally conservative and traditionalist culture, one that demands conformity and a sense of order, and which further alienates the Grinch due to his literal inability to comply. The gift and use of the razor, then, not only is a reminder of the bullying he was subjected to as a child, but a textual metaphor of the ways society attempts to strip individuals of their uniqueness and personhood in order to conform and become a part of compliant whole.”

Me: “…well thank you, but now I can’t go to bed, asshole.”

[benkaben]

Self made merch

[tortellinigirl]

i think the adult relationship to the childhood dog is something that is so tender and heart-wrenching and important. you are the last vestige of my childhood. you are the sacred keeper of the memories i hold dearest, but you can barely see or hear me anymore. who do i become once you’re gone? where do i turn to remember myself? you’re the last one sitting next to me at the door of a childhood home that no longer exists, waiting patiently for the return of a family that no longer exists. where can i live when you, too, no longer exist? i can’t let go. please don’t make me let go. i know you’ll leave soon. i wish you didn’t have to. but she’s just a dog. her life is short and i will witness her death and i’ve known this from the beginning. i didn’t think it would come so fast. am i ready? have i become someone yet? have i become unrecognizable to her yet? does she still see the child i was? i’m still the child i was. please, don’t forget the child i was. please don’t take her away from me.

[incorrect-candela-obscura]

Jean: If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous.

Nathaniel: What if it bites me and it dies?

Sean: That means you're poisonous. Fucking hell, LT. Learn to read.

Marion: What if it bites itself and I die?

Auntie Bee: That’s voodoo.

Marion: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Jean: That’s correlation, not causation.

Marion: What if we bite each other and neither of us die?

Sean: That’s kinky.

Nathaniel: Oh my god.

[glidasclheriis]

@bloodyxroyal continued from here

"It could be something like that, yes, people have to kiss for that to happen, you know, traditions, they can be so corny for no reason." Judging by the way Rain looked at the mistletoe, it might be the first time he saw it, or they just presented differently over here, but there was no way anyone could put it there in the first place.

"Maybe it will vanish later, perhaps is just, I'm not sure, Earthrealm magic manifesting itself since I'm here." It sounded even more surrealistic, but they could come up with more ideas, and perhaps none of them would be the right one. "I completely forgot which month is back home."