#cocoa hoots

[retropopcult]

vintage Kellogg's cereals 1950s-1960s

[bookishcatcafe]

Goetian Skating (a Stolitz Winter One Shot)

“It’s so fucking cold out! Ffff fuck!” Blitz exclaimed as he shivered in the sidewalk. Stolas wore a blue beret, light lavender scarf, a deep purple overcoat, and tan leggings. He had short heels on, his makeup was subtle but fitting with his natural coat— deep purple eyeshadow, black mascara, and deep red lipstick on his black beak.

Blitz wore a black leather jacket, jeans, and a beanie which also covered his horns. Stolas put a hand over his shoulder, bringing him close, before putting his scarf off his neck and onto Blitz’s. “Does this help?” Stolas asked.

Blitz wiggles as he adjusted the scarf, walking with Stolas by his side, shrugging lightly before replying, “Kinda. Still cold as Lucifer’s balls.”

Stolas giggled and waved away at Blitz, a sign of enjoyment. “You’re so silly, dear.” He sniffed the air and looked toward the end of the street, on the corner was a small cart, with a sign that read ‘warm coffee, cocoa, and more. 3$.’

Stolas’s eyes widened and he hooted. “Oh! Blitzy!” He paused and fixed his slip-up. “Blitz! Let’s get something warm to drink.”

Blitz noticed his correction, rubbing Stolas’s shoulder with a gentle squeeze. It took him a while to get over him calling him Blitzy, having reminded him of the beginning of their relationship.

Despite the moments that struck him. The night at Ozzie’s. The full moon. Going back to the carnival. Ending up chasing Stolas to the train from Pride. That night had rained hard, and him calling for his Stolas, defying the odds not just of the other Goetians but also of being born an imp—their love shone past any darkened night.

He still remembered that kiss. It felt like a short while since that happened, as if he could still feel the rain drops on his horns. Blitz held his hand out to feel the rain, only to feel snow trickling down in slow waltzes. He blinked to see Stolas standing over him. They were feet away from the drink stand, his boyfriend was staring at his face, his eyes narrowed and mouth clenched: concerned.

“Blitz? Are you okay?” Stolas asked.

“I…yeah. I’m okay. I’m fuckin okay.” He smiled in reassurance, squeezing Stoles’s shoulder before giving him a peck on the lips. “Just was lost in thought.” Blitz pointed to the stand and smiles.

Stolas nods, slowly smiling back, shivering gently. “Let’s get something to drink. Then maybe we could go ice skating?” He asked as he pointed to the rink that was past the stand, its entrance on the right of the corner, an imp standing there by the ticket booth.

Blitz gulps and nods. “Sure thing. We can do that.”

The barista smiled and greeted the pair. “Happy Sinsmas! May I offer you a complimentary peppermint bark?” She points to a small metal tray which had a stack of thin squares of dark chocolate covered in shredded peppermint. Stolas hooted happily, clapping his hands together as he nods, grabbing two pieces: one for himself and one for Blitz.

Blitz sniffs it and eats it quickly, Stolas on the other hand ate it in two small bites. The mint was both soothing and a sharp, yet pleasant cleanliness to it.

‘Like chocolate toothpaste.’ Blitz noted mentally.

“Mmm. Delicious!” Stolas exclaimed. He eyed at the menu, his finger floating around at the options. Blitz found his little habits so cute, and awfully gay, but then again he’s gay too. Albeit, Stolas fit a lot of stereotypes, not that Blitz complained.

“I’ll have a peppermint mocha, with white chocolate though if you have it!” Stolas said excitedly.

Blitz eyed the menu. “Just a coffee.”

Stolas looked at him. “Comeon dear, don’t you wanna have a cocoa? I bet you’d like it.”

Blitz looked back, pausing, before sighing with a smirk. “Fine. I’ll get a cocoa.”

Stolas paid the barista, who smiled as she began working on their drinks. While she worked on the pair’s drinks, Stolas was rubbing Blitz’s back. He lowered his hand down to hold Blitz’s left hand, which after slight hesitation, the imp held back.

“Have a happy Sinsmas!” The barista interrupted as she held out two drinks. Blitz gave Stolas his and kept his own. With a free hand, they waved goodbye before walking toward the skate rink entrance.

Stolas sipped and let out a moan, which caused Blitz to smirk and take a sip of his own drink, groaning and moaning back, partly to mock him but also in genuine interest of the cocoa.

Stolas blushed hard as he covered his lips. “Stahpp. You’re embarrassing me.” He giggled and hooted before sipping again. With his magic he levitated a few dollars to the ticket booth man as they walked past the gate. He nodded back at them and smiled, thanking them.

Stolas sat down on the bench, taking off his heels, while with his levitation magic continued to sip on his mint mocha. Blitz followed and sat beside him on the other side of the bench, holding his drink with his tail. He began to take off his boots and put on his skates, pulling hard as he struggled a bit with the skate.

Stolas leaned down and helped push the first boot onto Blitz’s foot, tying his skate’s laces. Blitz felt into his sweater pocket, fingering at the small box at the bottom of the pocket. Meanwhile, Stolas switched to the other boot and finished tying it.

Stolas looked up at Blitz, tapping the top of his skate boot and giggling.

“Ready, hun?” He asked, standing tall over his boyfriend and offering a hand to Blitz to hold. Blitz nodded and held his hand, beginning to walk over to the beginning of the ice rink, every step unbalanced and wiggling. Stolas hooted and wiggled too as he walked, until the crack of the ice could be heard in every new step.

Soon they were in the middle of the rink, which was empty for the early morning. Stolas began to skate around Blitz, his line uneven and slow. Blitz caught Stolas as he had lined toward him, his arms aching with the sudden weight of his bigger partner.

“You ever ice skate before?” Blitz asked

“Not since I was a child. I’m not really good.” Stolas replied, his voice in his high cheery tone despite his face in a slight half-frown, his beak pointing down. Blitz held his cheek in his hand and rubbed his chin with a thumb.

“Hey. It’s okay. You’re doing good.” Blitz reassured him, before giving him a peck on the cheek.

Stolas began to smile before pecking back.

“How about you? Could…you skate for me? Please.” Stolas held his hands together, begging, as he rubbed a idle hand on his own chest.

Blitz huffed in the chilly air and smirked, skating away from Stolas before skating swiftly toward him. Stolas’s eyes suddenly flashed and he held a hand to his mouth, the imp skating past him and going into a twirl around Stolas, before suddenly grabbing his hand and skating with Stolas trailed behind him.

The owl gasped and hooted loudly in shock as he was following Blitz, who moved the owl’s hands to hold his hips as they skated around. He felt he could fall any moment, but even if his legs felt wobbly, he felt a sense of safety being in the surprise expertise of Blitz’s skating abilities.

The air felt light as they skated, snowflakes gently drifting around as they continued. Blitz felt like the king of the world, guiding Stolas like this, a small imp as himself just showing off while providing him with something exciting.

He felt a lump in his chest when he heard a thunk against the ice, his sweater feeling slightly lighter, the black box lay on the ice, gently stained white with snow. Blitz huffed as he stopped skating suddenly, Stolas eyeing at the box, seeing it fall out so quickly.

Blitz was huffing as he tried to find the words. Stolas quiet as he stopped behind him, slipping and falling to his knees on the ice, the momentum sending him down. Blitz turned back and held Stolas’s hand, while Stolas used his magic to bring the box toward them.

“Stolas—I.” Blitz began, his voice cracking as the lump in his throat fell past his Adam’s apple. He didn’t want this to happen this way. He had a plan. He PLANNED this.

Stolas rubbed Blitz’s fingers as he gave him the box. His face was flushed with blush, under his eyes tears formed and snowflakes subtly painted his feathers. Despite the cold making his eyes ache with every new tear formed, he looked beautiful. He was silent too, except for a little nod.

Blitz adjusted himself, feeling the cold stab his knee as he opened the box, revealing a shimmering silver ring, adorned on top with a diamond that glimmered with subtle hints of purples and reds.

“Stolas. We’ve gone through some fucking horrible times together—I mean. We’ve just gone through so much. Together. We grew despite them. What I’m trying to ask…Stolas…I don’t think I can imagine Hell without you. Will you be my prince?” He held out the open box, Stolas just was quiet and nodding.

Blitz put the ring onto Stolas’s finger, and felt a force push him into Stolas, kissing him deeply, a warmth growing from in his chest. In the kiss he felt like he could imagine the rest of his life, in that minute motionless moment, all starting over with their embrace, like it began before with their fingers, overlapped as water rolls over in the rippling waves.

[mushroommanstan]

Glory Hole

(c au tenko)

Warnings: gay smut, blowjob, bi tenko

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Tenko sat on the toilet seat with his pants up, waiting anxiously yet impatiently for someone to occupy the stall next to his. He stared at the grimy, worn hole in the wall in silence apart from the grinding of his teeth. It was agony waiting like this, just pure agony.

Finally, someone entered, and he heard just for a moment the bustling party going on just outside the door, hooting and hollering erupting from no doubt drunk off their asses frat boys and girls. He heard boots making their way across the cheap linoleum floor until they went into the stall adjacent to him, the footsteps confident and strong. He heard their zipper and the sound of liquid pouring as they, well, did what they came in here for.

Tenko hopped off the toilet, wobbling a little bit as his legs had fallen asleep, before lowering onto his knees infront of the hole in the wall. He licked his lips, waiting for the other male to finish while he quivered nervously, one had subconsciously raising to scratch at his neck. He hasn’t done anything like this before, but he’s “thought” about it plenty of times. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system that made him want to go through with it.

In any case, the reality of the situation finally came to him when he heard the stream taper off. He scratched his neck harder as his mind was filled with thoughts going a mile a minute. If he didn’t do something, like, now, the other guy will just leave and he’ll miss his chance! Cmon, you can do this. This is what you trained for. Just go for it.

He faced the hole and positioned his mouth over it, shaking hand raising and hesitantly knocking three times while he opened his mouth as far as it would go. Tenkos jaw kept relaxing automatically as he waited, mostly out of nervousness but he continued to force it open anyways. The other guy responded to the knocks with a confused hum, expecting an answer, but Tenko tried his best to let his awaiting mouth do the talking.

He couldn’t see but he heard the others knees clicking as they presumably squatted down, and Tenko knew they had seen his offering when they let out an amused “oooooh”, followed by chuckling. He stretched his mouth even further as the other rose, his zipper lowering once again and Tenko squeezed his eyes shut.

Last minute thoughts flashed through his eyes almost making him pull back but he stayed put. He remembered last minute all the things he had read the night before, all the videos he had seen on this exact topic that showed him what to do. He waited, he waited a few agonizing, suspenseful seconds until…..

Utter bliss.

The first thing that hit him was the taste. Earthy, salty, soulfully addicting. The second was the warmth. It filled his otherwise cool mouth like a drink of hot cocoa during the cold months, a heavenly feeling that immediately put all his nerves at ease. He dared not open his eyes, fully savoring the feeling of his mouth being filled to the brim before he let his lips close around the hot mass and pull.

Immediately Tenko heard the male hiss, both of them shuddering in unison as Tenko began to suckle on the member lodged in his mouth. He wasn’t doing much at that moment, just taking a second to savor the weight on his tongue before the other clicked his tongue impatiently and Tenko got to work.

Tenko sunk deeper letting the head rest against his tonsils for a moment before bobbing back, taking in gulping breaths as he heard the other man do the same. Then he sunk down again, his tongue naturally writhing along the underside of his shaft and his cheeks hollowed on their own. He was worried before, but now he sees it was unfounded. His body already knew what to do, had already taken in the lessons he had learned from the certain videos he had watched.

After bobbing for a bit, Tenko withdrew. He took the cock in hand and caressed it against his face, his tongue lolling out and laving over it messily. He just loved the feel of it on his cheek, so damn warm and hard. He licked the shaft from the side before lowering, causing the man on the other end to move closer and give Tenko access to their balls. He kissed them in gratitude before taking them in his mouth and swirling his tongue around them. They were a little fuzzy, a little wiry, and very musky.

At this point the man on the other end was jerking his hips, and Tenko was able to feel his pulse from the throbbing veins on his cock. The deep pink tip was now an angry red, and Tenko was sure if the other man could touch him he’d have his fingers in Tenkos scalp, pulling him even closer. Tenko shuddered at the thought, deluding himself into thinking that maybe there’d be time for that later.

After playing with the man’s sack for a bit, Tenko grew bored of that at around the same time the other man had as well. So he moved back to what he was doing before, and with the cock fully against the door he decided to begin deep throating him. He forced himself down on the veiny mast, the head beginning to nudge at the back of his throat, but he persevered. Then, when he was as far down as he could go, his nose tickled by the other’s pubes, he held himself there.

Tenko heard a loud moan from the man, his twitching mouth being well enough to get him there. He grunted as a warning, thrusting his hips just a little as his legs wobbled. Tenko heeded him and retreated to the tip, sucking harshly as he urged him to finish in his mouth with his mouth. His hands kept busy on his shaft as well, pumping vigorously to replace the stimulation his throat had given. Both efforts were well enough to satisfy the other and beyond, their hips bucking again as they finally let go in his mouth.

Hot jizz shot into tenkos mouth which he accepted enthusiastically, groaning at the taste and sucking greedily as his hands slowed to a more gentle pace. He gulped down the salty fluids with a long moan, the vibrations making the other whine from overstimulation. He kept going until the other was completely dry, even keeping the soft member in his mouth after that and relishing the feeling for as long as he could.

“Heh, damn. What a cum-slut. Perfect little cum dumpster.” The other sighed, finally canting his hips back and retrieving his soft member from the overstimulating, greedy mouth that did what it could to get him to stay.

Tenko wasn’t sure why, and was a little embarrassed by the fact that he was genuinely touched by that backhanded compliment. He was a perfect cum dumpster? He blushed at that, wiping his chin as he found comfort int the fact that he was skilled in pleasuring, not just destruction. That the same hands he loathed for their murderous capabilities could also be used to make someone feel good.

Tenko was about to thank him, but he bit his tongue at the last moment, remembering just in time that he couldn’t give his identity away. His scratchy, hoarse voice would be a clear indicator, and he’d only serve to turn the happy moments he had just created for the other into ones of disgust. Because he is disgusting, isn’t he? Just a disgusting, ugly little creep. I mean, who would even let him near their-

“We should do this again sometime Tenko.”

That simple, casual remark sent tremors up Tenkos spine. He knew, fuck, he KNEW! Was he mad? He was wasn’t he. Damn it, he was sure the glory hole was gonna make it so that no one knew it was him, so his terrible reputation wouldn’t follow him and he’d be able to suck some dick in peace. What gave him away?

The man chuckled, now on his knees and making eye contact with Tenko through the glory hole. Through dewed eyes Tenko looked at the man confused, now cowering in the corner and scratching his neck furiously. “What? You didn’t think I knew? The scratching was a dead give away. No one digs themself like that unless they’ve got lice the size of ping pong balls.”

Tenkos hands stopped, and he looked at them in terrified awe for just a moment. He was beyond confused. If he knew from the beginning, then… why…

“W-why’d you let me do it?”

Now it was the man’s turn to be confused. “What d’ya mean? Why wouldn’t I let you do it? I, I mean… I-“

He began stuttering now, and Tenkos posture relaxed as he saw him look away coyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve had my eyes on you for a w-while now, to be honest…. Guess I couldn’t resist when I realized it was you.”

Tenko was sure he was dreaming now. “M-me?!” He yelled, almost furiously.

“Yeah. Frankly I should be asking why you let me! You’re legendary man! I-“ he cleared his throat, regaining his composure, before handing a slip of paper to Tenko through the hole. “Listen. If you ever find your mouth painfully empty again, I’d love to help you out.”

Hesitantly, Tenko took the paper, smoothing the crinkled ball and nearly passing out when he saw what was inside. It was a phone number. A holy fucking real ass phone number.

He heard the bathroom door unlocking, and just as the other man was about to leave he stopped, looking at the disheveled twink peeking at him from the barely open stall door. He winked.

“And if any other holes of yours are feeling empty too, well, it’d be my pleasure.”

With that, he left, the door slamming shut behind him. Completely sober now, Tenko collapsed into the corner of the stall, staring at the ceiling in awe and clutching the paper tightly to his chest.

No doubt in Tenkos mind, this was the strangest thing to ever happen in that bathroom.

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Ok so, this idea came to me in a dream, no joke, and I knew I just had to write it. I don’t wanna toot my own horn but I’m really proud of this one.

Readers choice but in my mind and in the dream the other guy was Touya. But, you know, it can be who ever.

Hope y’all liked it of course, comments and constructive criticism is appreciated, of course.

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Run Little Rabbit (Ghost Oneshot)

Summary: After Swiss makes his intentions known for his feelings of possessiveness to Y/n with surprising results he finds himself in a cat and mouse game with her for show of dominance.

Prompt: Part 2 of 'Possess Me' since you wanted a part two! Here you go! @holyhalin

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As the vibrant hues of the setting sun danced upon the horizon, casting a warm golden glow, the air grew crisp and cool, signaling the arrival of a blissful autumn evening. Nature's paintbrush had transformed the world around, adorning the trees with fiery shades of red, orange, and yellow. The leaves, now kissed by the gentle breeze, fluttered down gracefully, creating a carpet of rustling whispers beneath her feet.

Y/n strolled along the winding path, embraced by the earthy aroma of fallen leaves, mingling with the faint scent of wood smoke from the distant bonfire that was going on nearby shy of Primo's Greenhouse. The daylight gradually waned, allowing the stars to peek through the emerging twilight, casting their celestial sparkle upon the ever-darkening canvas above.

A symphony of sounds greeted her ears as she ventured deeper into the heart of this enchanting evening. The chirping of crickets resonated softly, while the occasional hoot of an owl echoed through the nearby woods. The gentle rustle of small creatures scurrying about, preparing for the coming cold, added to the captivating melody of nature.

The girl found solace in the rhythm of her own footsteps, each one a gentle percussion upon the earth. The cool breeze teased her cheeks, whispering secrets of the changing season as it rustled through the branches overhead. She paused for a moment, basking in the tender embrace of the autumn evening, letting the world around her wash away any lingering worries.

Ahead, was the bonfire where poles with fairy lights were constructed by the Greenhouse that held the majority of the Abbey's gathered Clergy for the annual Halloween party. It beckoned her with the inviting glow of its warm lights spilling out into the forest. A tantalizing aroma of fresh hot cocoa, smores, and cinnamon-laced pastries wafted through the air, enticing her senses. The comforting chatter of the other siblings around carried a sense of camaraderie and shared stories.

With a smile, Y/n stepped through the treeline into the light of the fire. The light around her revealed her outfit of choice costume for this year; a skin-tight body suit that was white as the snow, long-sleeved with a hood that contained loppy bunny ears. It wasn't the sluttiest outfit among her peers but she hadn't dressed up for them; only one person in particular that her eyes sought for in the crowd of mingling Clergy. Her friends embraced her with their welcoming calls of hello as she passed by and she gave a sweet smile of greeting to them in return as she headed for the refreshments table.

As she poured herself a foam cup of hot cocoa to stave off the chill of the autumn night she felt a presence behind her. It was familiar and the feeling of eyes on her was intense; like a dark predatory sizing up their catch. But when she looked over her shoulder her smile dropped when she looked up at Kenneth instead of who she thought was behind her.

"Kenneth. Hello." she greeted him formally as she eyed his choice of costume.

He was dressed up as a vampire, with fake fangs, a cape, and slicked-back hair to boot. He eyed her skimpy outfit and smirked as he grabbed himself a cookie from a tray near her.

"You look good enough to eat." his tone was friendly enough but Y/n wasn't stupid; ever since the whole debacle with Swiss and Aether months prior he had kept his distance but his distaste for her and for the ghouls had ramped up.

"And you look like every other fake vampire with poor taste in costume. Vampire, how original, Kenneth." she replied with a sugar-sweet smile; to anyone else around them they would think the pair were just flirting with each other. But that was far from the case.

"At least I'm not dressed like a whore." he piped up with a sneer and Y/n's nostrils flared up at the insult even as she tried to keep her smile on her face.

"Well, at least I can take rejection." she replied back before shoving her way past him knocking shoulders with him and causing him to drop his cookie with a curse.

Seething at the insult, Y/n looked around at the gathered siblings and spotted the ghouls off to one side; they were dressed head to toe in costumes that hid most of their features from any prying eyes but it wasn't hard to figure out who was who.

Dewdrop was dressed up as a plague doctor with a matching bird beak mask and cane, Aether was dressed like a gladiator with a helmet on hiding half his face and carrying around a sword that looked far too real to be fake, Rain looked like some kind of modern pirate with an eye patch and a bandana wrapped around his neck and a sleeveless top with tight pants on, Mountain resembled something like reminded her of either an ancient shaman or medicine man with an animal skull on his face, and Swiss...swiss looked utterly delicious in an evil ringmaster costume on with the cane, tophat, and long-tailed coat over his vest.

Y/n had to look away from the man's intense stare as she came up to them with a smile. "Well, look at all of you guys!" she smiled placing her hands on her hips and examining each of them in turn.

"Aw, you look so cute Y/n!" Rain chirped with a smile as he eyed her outfit of choice. "Cute bunny costume."

"Thank you! It was a last-minute change, I was going to be a witch but..." she eyes traveled back to Swiss, a teasing glint in them that had him clenching his jaw. "I thought being a bunny suited me better."

"Well, watch out for the Brothers here, a few of them had too much to drink from the spiked punch; they'd eat you up alive in that costume. Not much left to the imagination there, sweat pea." Aether chuckled as he caught the look between his friends.

"Oh I can handle myself just fine Aeth. But thank you for the warning." the girl smiled and turned around with a hop to show them the back. "Look, I even have a little tail." she wiggled her butt, the fluffy white tail of the bunny costume wiggling with it.

"Adorable." Mountain chuckled.

"I thought so! Where's Papa and the ghoulette's?" Y/n spun back around to face them again.

"Oh, I think they are playing a game of bob the apple or something." Rain replied looking around before spotting his friends. "...or they are terrorizing Copia." he sighed.

Y/n followed his gaze to where the ghoulettes were messing with Copia who was already drunk on the other side of the bonefire.

"Well, we should probably go save him before he ends up passed out somewhere." Rain added with a sigh as he linked arms with Mountain and dragged him over to their friends.

"I'm going to go get me some punch and maybe hit that fine piece of ass over there; she's been giving me the eyes all night." Dewdrop added as he stalked away to go to another sibling who was dressed up as some kind of cat girl in leather.

Aether looked between Y/n and Swiss before sighing and adjusting his helmet. "Don't cause a scene." he warned before leaving his two friends alone; ever watchful from across the yard as he chatted up with another ghoul from the older eras; probably Alpha who was dressed up like a viking warrior or something akin to that.

The sister looked around the crowd idly even when she felt the heat of Swiss at her side as he drew nearer; bending down slightly to speak in her ear.

"So, what was that about with Kenneth?" he asked watching the people around him acting nonchalantly like her even when he felt the urge to hide this little woman away from the prying eyes of other men who were unabashedly eying her up; probably drunk or tipsy at the least, hoping to get lucky tonight.

Y/n gave a little shrug of her shoulder and looked over her shoulder at him with her best innocent eyes. "Nothing. He's just a little boy who's got his ego hurt a bit. Nothing I couldn't handle."

"I saw the way he was looking at you." Swiss muttered meeting her gaze with the firey ones of his own that held dark promises.

"So? What if he was looking at him a certain way?" she taunted with a slow curl of her lips. "Jealous? If you are, maybe you should do something about it, Swissy." she cooed before sashaying away with a bounce in her step that made her bunny tail wag along with her hips as she went to mingle with her friends.

The night was long and the drinks just kept on coming. The moon was high in the sky casting more light into the forest as people partied together. Some snuck away together while others - drunk off their asses, were having a full-blown make-out session right where they sat. Y/n had taken a seat by the bonfire and was roasting a marshmallow while talking to another brother of sin - Toby, was his name if she recalled. They were laughing and chitchatting but all the while she could feel the burning gaze on her from across the clearing but she wouldn't give Swiss the satisfaction of catching his eye.

When a particular song came on the stereo she jumped to her feet and pulled on Toby's arms to get him to stand as she cheered. "This is one of my favorite songs! Let's join the dance floor." she winked as she dragged him along to the spot where others were dancing.

The song was hot and heavy, booming with promises of fun later. While others took dancing partners to dance within the clearing to the obviously sexy song Y/n began moving along with the music; swinging her hips and allowing Toby to hold her close as they moved against each other; all the while her skin felt hot - but not because of the fire or the heat of her skin tight outfit but from the glowing eyes from across the clearing that pinned her with possessive anger. Her moves were deliberate as if she was dancing for someone in particular - certainly not Toby but nobody knew that as they danced or watched from the sidelines. When the song ended and some migrated to the bonfire to roast some more marshmallows Y/n noticed the pile of firewood dwindling.

"Oh shoot, we're almost out! I'm going to go gather some more, save me a spot at the bonfire, yeah?" she called to Toby as she grabbed the basket for wood and headed into the darkness of the forest.

Even when she couldn't see she knew she was being followed - that ever-growing presence of dark energy at her back as eyes glued to her was evidence enough as she gathered some spare branches and wood she could find. When she was far enough from the celebratory clearing she stopped and straightened up.

"I know you are following me." she said into the darkness.

"How'd you figure that?" Swiss' body came into view in the dim light causing her to turn to look at him.

"I could feel your eyes on me the entire night." she cocked a hip as she eyed him up and down; he looked utterly terrifying in the dark with his outfit on and the burning in his eyes.

"Do you like him? That boy you were dancing with? did you have fun taunting me the entire night?" he asked, his voice low and commanding causing her to take a step back.

"Who said I was taunting you?" she quipped back with a jut of her chin. "Maybe I like Toby. He's a sweet guy."

The cool air of autumn kissed her cheeks as she was suddenly yanked forward faster than her eye could catch and her back pressed against a tree so hard the breath got knocked out of her lungs.

"Don't fucking play with me, woman." Swiss snarled inches from her face. "You were taunting me with that ass all night. When are you going to realize you're mine, sweetheart?"

"Am I yours though? Because last time I checked Swiss, you didn't claim me." the girl raised her chin; her lips ghosting over the stubble on his jaw from the angle causing his skin to grow ten times hotter.

He licked his lips slowly, his eyes closing for a moment as he tried to keep his cool. He wasn't usually so possessive but watching her dance like that, seeing her in her skimpy skin-hugging costume knowing it was a jab at him made his blood boil.

"Run." his voice came out more demonic than human. "Fucking run, little bunny."

Y/n's eyes sparked with a sense of fear as much as they did in excitement knowing what he was implying and with a saucy grin she darted from beneath the cage of his arms and disappeared into the darkness. Swiss clenched his fists, counting until ten before he swirled and gave chase.

Heart pounding, adrenaline surging, Y/n raced through the dark woods, the cacophony of her footfalls blending with the haunting silence of the night. The moon's feeble glow barely penetrated the dense canopy above, casting eerie shadows that danced and twisted with every erratic movement.

A bone-chilling gust of wind howled through the trees, as if urging her to run faster, urging her to escape the impending danger. The air, thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, filled her lungs, fueling her sprint.

Behind her, a sinister presence lurked with promise as heavy footsteps reverberated through the forest floor, a haunting reminder that a certain danger was close at hand. She could feel him closing in, an invisible force that clawed at her back, spurring her on, pushing her beyond the limits of her own exhaustion.

Each stride she took was a battle against her pounding heartbeat and trembling muscles. Twigs snapped beneath her feet, amplifying the fear and excitement that gripped her as if the very forest conspired to betray her presence. The rustling of leaves intensified as if the woods themselves conspired to expose her to the relentless predator on her heels.

Y/n's senses heightened, every flicker of shadow, every distant hoot of an owl, became an ominous omen, a reminder of the relentless pursuit. Her eyes strained to pierce the inky darkness, searching for a glimpse of escape, but all she could discern were gnarled branches and twisting roots, obstacles conspiring to trip and impede her flight.

Time seemed to warp, stretching every agonizing second into an eternity. The air grew colder, chilling her sweat-soaked skin, and goosebumps prickled across her flesh beneath her costume, a visceral reminder of the encroaching presence of the ghoul chasing her. Panic surged within her, threatening to overtake rational thought as she teetered on the precipice of exhaustion.

But then, a faint glimmer of hope flickered ahead—a sliver of moonlight peeking through a narrow gap in the trees leading back toward the Abbey. With renewed determination, she summoned her last reserves of strength and lunged toward the light, pushing her body to the brink of its capabilities.

But just as she was reaching the end of the path a hand snaked around her waist and she was yanked back into the darkness; the harshness of tree bark dug into her spin while a hot body pressed against her front - pinning her between a hard place and an immovable body trapping her within strong arms. Harsh pants escaped her lips as her head leaned back against the tree; hot breath breathed against her neck causing her to shiver as her hands dug into the tree on either side of her.

"Well, looks like you caught me..." she licked her suddenly dry lips. "What are you going to do about it?"

Her vision was suddenly filled with Swiss' dark orbs as he lifted his head from her neck and a strong hand reached up to wrap idly around her throat; not choking but simply resting there like a promise as a dark smile slowly revealed his fanged smile.

"I'm going to devour you."

"So do it." Y/n taunted arching up against him while exposing her throat. "You say you're going to claim me so that no other man can have me right? Do I have to go get Toby or finish the job you started?"

His nostrils flared and his grip tightened around her throat as he yanked her face to his until they were just centimeters away from each other; the small space shared by their uneven breathing.

"You're mine," he snarled, his voice laced with possessiveness. The words lingered in the air, holding an undeniable weight between them that only amped up their desire for each other.

Y/n stared up into his eyes. His eyes, smoldering with an intense hunger, locked onto hers, capturing her attention entirely. There was a dark fire in his gaze, a primal need that mirrored her own desires.

With an irresistible force, he pulled her closer, his grip firm and possessive. His lips met hers in a fervent collision, igniting a passionate flame deep within her soul. The kiss was a dance of dominance and surrender, an intertwining of lips and tongues that spoke volumes of his claim to her. Teeth nipped at lips and clanked together as hands roamed and yanked on clothes. She arched up into him, throwing a leg over his hip which he gripped tightly in a large hand.

"Fuck this suit!" he tore his lips away from her; his eyes zeroing in on the speck of scarlet smeared along her lip that had nothing to do with her lipstick and his thumb instinctively wiped at the blood there created from his fangs. She didn't seem to mind.

"So why don't you stop playing this game Swiss and rip the fucking thing off of me?" the girl replied shoving at his chest making him drop his hold on her and take a step back.

Oh, she was taunting him all right; pushing his buttons. It was a dangerous game to play - a game that he'd never have expected from sweet little Y/n who was loved by all but this side of her sparked the primal animalistic need to claim her.

"You better start running and if I don't fucking find you where your meant to be...I'm fucking you against the nearest available surface; peers be damned." his words came rumbling out through a ghoulish growl and he watched as her eyes lit up with excitement again while she slunk away from him slowly before turning on her heels and bolting straight to the Abbey.

Straight into the safety of its walls...and straight to the Ghoul's wing for Swiss' bedroom.

[iibonniee]

Underneath the Mistletoe | Son Hyunwoo

Paring: Son Hyunwoo x Reader

Warnings: friends to lovers trope, fluff

Rating: G

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Every Christmas without fail the members always pick an unsuspecting victim for the mistletoe. This year their target was their loving leader, Hyunwoo and Y/N. What could possibly go wrong?

Masterlist

Tags: @doveslittlekpoparchive @choicethot @xosunny @heaviihamonii

Each year, without fail, the boys of Monsta X would engage in a playful tradition. As the holiday season approached, they’d don their festive hats and drape holiday lights around the dorms, laughter and merriment filling the air. The main event, however, was the hanging of the mistletoe. As per tradition, they took turns tossing it up, the small plant eventually finding a home amidst the maze of lights and decorations. As it dangled there, seemingly innocent, the boys would vigilantly watch, waiting for one of their own to succumb to its charm.

This year was no different. The dorm was filled with the aroma of freshly baked cookies, and the hearty laughter of the boys filled the air. Minhyuk, the one with a legendary aim, was entrusted with hanging the mistletoe. He launched it into the air with a hoot, the boys erupting into cheers as the mistletoe found its place on the ceiling. The holiday ritual was now set into motion.

This year carried a decidedly different undercurrent, however. The boys had an ulterior motive in their holiday games. They had noticed the closeness between Y/N and Hyunwoo over the years. They decided it was time for a little nudge in the right direction. The mistletoe, a symbol of love and friendship, became the perfect tool for their grand plan.

Every time Y/N arrived, they’d somehow arrange for her to be close to Hyunwoo. When they played cards, Hyunwoo sat next to her, their hands brushing slightly as they reached for their cards. The boys’ eyes would sparkle whenever a soft blush crept on their faces. Yet, every time they seemed to move even closer - a promise of a moment under the mistletoe - something would inevitably interrupt. Once, there was a loud crash from the kitchen as Hoseok tried to make hot cocoa. Another time, it was the surprising early arrival of their manager for a sudden meeting.

Hyunwoo, oblivious to the boys’ plans but painfully aware of his own feelings for Y/N, would just look on ruefully at each missed opportunity. Y/N, for her part, seemed equally flustered by these interruptions. Her eyes would glimpse towards Hyunwoo, a question in her eyes that he wished he could answer.

As the days passed and Christmas drew closer, the boys grew impatient. Their plan had yet to come to fruition, and the mistletoe’s charm had yet to work on Y/N and Hyunwoo. But they were not discouraged. Hoping and plotting, they were sure that the holiday magic, the timeless charm of the mistletoe, would finally bring Y/N and Hyunwoo together. After all, it was the season of miracles.

Low whispers echoed through the dorm as the boys planned their following scheme. Y/N was coming over again, and they knew they were presented with another opportunity. Determination painted their faces, the yen of playfulness reflected in their eyes more than ever. This time, they stacked the deck more in favor of Hyunwoo and Y/N, finding themselves under the mistletoe.

Shuffling through various strategies, they finally laid out their plan. They set up a cozy corner near the Christmas tree, carefully arranging the snacks and games. Amidst the twinkling fairy lights and festive decorations, the infamous mistletoe was craftily nestled, hidden in plain sight. Everything was laid out to lead Hyunwoo and Y/N to that corner - the warmest blankets, their favorite drinks, even leaving two spots vacant for them to sit next to each other.

As the doorbell rang, their heartbeats quickened in anticipation. Y/N’s arrival was met with loud greetings, her cozy winter sweater and contagious smile lending more warmth to the festive environment. As the night progressed, Hyunwoo and Y/N found themselves drawn towards the planned corner, laughing and talking, clueless of the intricate plot.

“Let’s hope no one spills hot cocoa this time,” Minhyuk whispered, watching the scene unfold from the corner of his eye. The boys nodded in agreement, their gazes fixed on the innocent pair under the mistletoe. Confidence radiated off them, a sense of shared certainty that this time, no unexpected interruption would stand in the way of their long-awaited moment.

As Y/N and Hyunwoo obliviously enjoyed their conversation, the rest of the boys watched with anticipation. The festive cheer, mixed with the underlying excitement of their scheme, filled the room. Minhyuk, usually the loudest and the most vivacious among them, was unusually quiet. His eyes focused on the pair as though trying to bring them closer to the mistletoe.

With every chuckle shared and every game played, Hyunwoo and Y/N gravitated closer to the carefully chosen corner. Even though Hyunwoo was unaware of the boys’ mischief, he found himself naturally drawn towards Y/N’s warmth. The soft glow from the fairy lights cast a beautiful sheen on her face, making her seem even more enchanting.

“Okay,” Kihyun whispered, pointing towards the pair, “they are almost there. Be prepared to not make any sudden moves.” The others nodded, understanding the implicit message. They didn’t want to repeat the hot cocoa incident or any other interruption.

The mood in the room grew more intense as the pair laughed heartily at something on Y/N’s phone. They stood together and found their way to the vacant seats under the mistletoe, seemingly led by destiny and the boys’ careful orchestration.

“Finally,” breathed Minhyuk to the others, never taking his eyes off the pair. The boys shared an excited glance. Their well-laid plan had, this time, seamlessly led Hyunwoo and Y/N under the hanging mistletoe. Now, it was all up to the magic of the season.

“Hey guys,” Jooheon was the first to speak up. His grin was cheeky, dimples on full display. Jooheon had a mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he raised a finger, pointing upwards. Hyunwoo and Y/N followed the directions to find the sneaky mistletoe hanging above them. Drawn away from their world as their gaze fell onto the plant, their laughter dwindled into a soft silence. The room seemed to hold its breath as they turned to face each other, their cheeks flushed under the striking realization.

Hyunwoo was the first to break the silence, an easy laugh escaping his lips to lighten up the severity of the moment. The boys’ soft, teasing shouts encouraged him to follow the tradition, but their voices seemed distant. His focus was on Y/N, her eyes shining with surprise, and something more, something softer that made his heart skip a beat. With a shy smile, Hyunwoo leaned into her, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek. The room echoed with the collective groan of the boys.

“Hyung, that’s not how it works!” Changkyun yelled out, others chiming in with similar complaints. They wouldn’t let their leader get away that easily; their shouts were full of lighthearted taunting and genuine excitement. The festive cheer in their eyes was overwhelming, pushing Hyunwoo out of his comfort zone a little more. Y/N was surprised, but then she smiled too, a slight, fond, expectant glance towards Hyunwoo.

“You have to actually kiss her,” Jooheon challenged teasingly, his words sinking into the air with a daring promise.

Caught in the unexpected tension, Hyunwoo and Y/N stared at each other, their faces colored a charming shade of red, mirrored expressions of surprise and shyness. The outside world seemed to fade away, with nothing but their glances mattering at that moment. The boys’ playful cheering felt like a distant hum, barely reaching them in their sole focus on each other. Despite his initial hesitations, Hyunwoo couldn’t help the rising warmth in his heart, a soft smile curving his lips.

When the anticipation was unbearable, and the boys were ready to groan in disappointment, Y/N made a move that left everyone in the room speechless. Mustering her courage, she moved closer to Hyunwoo, eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. Stunned silence took over the room as Y/N reached up, gently cupping his face and pulling him closer. Hyunwoo’s breath hitched as she leaned in, her lips landing softly against his. It was a sweet, lingering moment shared between the two, symbolizing their hidden sentiments finally coming to light.

Their friends broke into hoots and cheers, joy rippling as they finally witnessed the much-awaited kiss. Their triumph amplified The festive joy and the magical atmosphere, making it a night they would all remember with fond smiles. In the midst of it all, Hyunwoo and Y/N merely laughed, their cheeks burning again, yet their hearts filled with a warmth that made the night unforgettable.

[botanikos]

Stolas is the type to absolutely be the overly cheerful and festive type for the holidays. Going ALL OUT. This is especially apparent while Octavia is younger! Decorations of every kind all throughout the palace, lots of cocoa, crafting activities, looking at lights and stars, singing to / with her, etc. The joy in her eyes and the laughter!!! Her little hoots!!! Chasing her through the palace, making games and "sneaking" sweets before dinner!! Snuggling close and reading her stories under the stars!!!

This energy was present before she was born as well, being a time that focuses on connections and hope. Even in his darkest moments during the engagement / early marriage, it was one of the times in which Stolas genuinely attempted normalcy and let himself indulge.

[giggly-squiggily]

Omg, definitely ‘I love you’ for Hardenshipping <333 -@magma-queen

My beloved friend, Queenie- you never fail to bring out the Hardenshipping love in me! I've gotcha covered, friend!

I love you- "Brave thing to say for someone so ticklish!"

Maxie was at his wit’s end.

“If you keep doing that, I’m kicking your butt.” He fumed as he glared at his husband, catching him in the act. Archie was frozen mid stretch, his hand hovering inches from Maxie’s hip. He had been landing surprise tickle pokes all night during their movie.

Instead of being scared like Maxie hoped, however; Archie just grinned.

“Brave thing to say for someone so ticklish!” He leaped, fingers coming into contact with…fabric. Maxie had moved! “What-”

Seconds later he was shoved into said sheets, muffled laughter erupting from his core as Maxie’s fingers ruthlessly attacked his armpits. “Mahahhahahx! Mahahahhahxie, pleahhahahhahse! Ahehahahahha bahahahahahbe I’m shahhahahahrry!”

“Oh, are you now? Cause you didn’t seem very sorry while you were poking me all night.” The redhead chided, climbing on the bigger man’s back as he pinched and prodded the ticklish space, hanging onto him like a Tauros rider. “Maybe you can convince me after you gravel some more.”

“Pfft-gehahahhahahahahha! Buhhuhuhut I mehehahahahhahan ihihihihiihit! I ahahahahm sohoohoh-Rehehehehehehehehehehe!” Archie tried to turn over, but the gesture only gave Maxie more spots to tickle. He arched with a howl as his stomach and waist were kneaded, sending ticklish waves across his body. “Mahahhahahahhaxehehehehehehi!”

“Yes?”

“Mehehehehehehrcheheheehehehehheehe!”

“Are you gonna stop tickling me during the movie?” He pressed- both verbally and literally. Archie nearly went silent from the feeling.

“Yehehehehehehehhehs!”

“If you touch me, is it gonna be cuddles only?”

“Mohohohohohoost lihihihihikely!”

“....Can you make us some cocoa to go with it?”

“Ahahahahnything yohohoohohu wahahhahahnt, juhuhust stahhahap!” Archie hooted before collapsing, gasping for air as Maxie pulled his hands back. Eyes blurry and cheeks hot, he gave his husband a halfhearted glare as he smiled down at him. “Yohoohohu’re a dehehvil.”

“And you’re mine. Come on- cocoa awaits.” The redhead leaned down and kissed him before hopping off the bed, leaving Archie flustered and grinning for new reasons.

God, he loved him so much.

Send me a candy heart and I'll write a dabble for it!

[allthecastlesonclouds]

did you know the bad kids are just guys sometimes? and i think they’re very fun? bc they are.

id under cut!

[begin ID] a sketch page of the bad kids and their allies in a circle-ish drawing style. there are seven drawings on the page.

the first drawing, in the top left corner, there are two headshots of Tracker, a tan girl with a side cut, and Kristen, a white human girl with red hair and a halo. they are grinning at each each other, and a red heart floats between them.

the second drawing is in the top right corner. fabian, a black half-elf with gray dreadlocks, and riz, a goblin in a purple suit. fabian is looking down at riz and smiling, asking a question. riz is gesturing excitedly, happily talking. there are eight speech bubbles coming from riz, indicating how much he’s talking.

the third drawing, in the middle left, shows adaine, a white high elf with blonde hair. she is sitting on a shelf between a jar labeled ‘cocoa mix🖤’ and a fruit bowl. she is holding a cup of hot cocoa with two marshmallows in it. she is grinning. the drawing is labeled ‘elf on a shelf’.

the fourth drawing is a headshot of ragh barkrock. ragh is a half-orc, with shaved sides of his head and black hair. he is grinning and saying ‘gay!’ the drawing is labeled ‘Ragh Barkrock! HOOT GROWL!’

the fifth drawing is a drawing of an album. above it, it is labeled ‘sig figs album- Phoenix Tour’. the album shows fig faeth’s head, hanging upside down, in front of flames. fig is a tiefling with light pink skin and red-brown eyes. she is smirking with a fang poking out. her braid hangs down the middle of the album- her hair is brown with streaks of pink. she has an upside down pentagram of fire on her forehead. in the bottom left corner of the album, the title reads, ‘Walk in Fire’, and in the right corner, the fig and the sig figs logo is drawn.

the sixth drawing is in the bottom left corner. gorgug thistlespring, a half-orc with black hair + streaks of white, is lying on his back and tossing a drumstick in the air. he is wearing a gray sweatshirt and purple sweatpants, and is smiling softly.

the final drawing is of the Hangman. The Hangman is a charcoal gray dog with ‘cracks’ of orange fire. he has fire climbing up his back, indicating he is a hellhound, and he is growling. a thought bubble coming off of him says, ‘i don’t like yous’ and an arrow points to the drawing of riz from the second sketch.

next to the hangman is a lesbian flag, a trans flag, the bi flag, the aroace flag, the rainbow flag, and a purple heart. [End ID]

[silveredfeathers]

Hoot hoot mail (bc it's night time for me)

A water bottle but instead of water in it it's hot cocoa

Ooo! Hot cocoa is great! Thank you stranger!

[littlebosslady7]

perc’ahlia with leona?

New Dawn had just passed in Whitestone. Snow began to melt, though Vesper and Wolfe were still having fun throwing slushy snowballs at each other. Percy and Vex were just watching contently with Leona hanging back between them.

Percy prompted, "Don't feel like joining in, sweetling?"

"Nuh-uh," They replied, wishing they could sink all the way in their lavender puffy jacket, "It's too cold, Daddy."

Percy shot Vex a silent smirk that read: "Oh, she definitely takes after you, dearheart."

Vex just smiled sweetly at him while also helping Leona keep their hands warm.

"Do you want to go back inside then, my little love? You can read with Daddy or make flapjacks and hot cocoa with Mumma?"

They responded thoughtfully, "Hm... we can do things later if you and Daddy aren't too busy."

"We're never too busy for you three." Percy promised, fixing their light blue pom topped knit hat.

Leona requested, biting their little lip, "Can I show you and Daddy something? It's a secret."

"Sure." Vex called out, "Miss Wicks, you all right with watch the young lady and lord for just a moment?"

Their tiefling nanny replied with a gentle smile, "'Course, Milady."

On that note, Leona stood between their parents past the snow top gardens. They were delighted when both mummy and daddy let them walk across the top of a short, narrow castle wall.

"Over here!" Leona alerted, hopping down and surprising landing on their feet.

Percy grinned, "They certainly seem rather excited."

"Yes." Vex concurred, "I truly hope it isn't more arrow decor."

They held hands and ran behind their youngest in the snow.

"C'mere, come meet my new friend!"

They approached an old shoe box lined with holes. And heard some flutters and tiny hoots. Leona had constructed a nest under a warm blanket and kept the jar of warm light from the DawnFather at the baby snow owl's side.

"Vex'ahlia, that's why Leona asked for a nightlight." Percy realized, squeezing his wife's hand.

Vex sighed, "Sh.. Shoot, we should've seen this one coming."

"He's my new buddy. See? Can we keep him inside the castle with us? Can we please?"

Percy knelt down to his youngest level, "A snow owl is a lot of responsibility."

"But he likes me." They whistled, and their little hatching perched onto their puffy jacket arm, "See Look!"

Vex sank to knees beside Percy. "That's lovely, but sometimes woodland creatures need..."

"Mummy." They reminded, gloved hands cupping Vex's cheeks, "We have two bears."

They gestured over to Trinket and his mate Tovah sleeping in the garden as they huddled together like donuts for warmth around a fruitless berry bush.

Shit! They couldn't argue with that.

Percy warned, "Very well, but he's your responsibility. And do not try to pawn off duties for his daily care onto your mother or Miss Wicks. Are we clear, young majesty De Rolo?"

"Yes, Father." They nodded vigorously like Trinket after salmon night.

Vex obliged, "Okay, we'll pick up a roomy cage in the morning."

Leona carefully cradled the box with their bird. The hatchling found warmth under their jacket. Percy and Vex took a brief stop to pet Tovah and Trinket. Leona ran ahead, still in their parents' sight, announcing that they had a new member of the family.

Prompt fill

[chelsea-hendrix]

January 22nd, 2024

1.) Would you rather live where it is always warm and sunny or always cold and snowy?

2.) Would you rather wear a winter coat at the beach or a swimsuit in the snow?

3.) Would you rather have a pet penguin or a pet polar bear?

4.) Would you rather have ice cream every day for breakfast or hot cocoa with marshmallows for dinner?

5.) Would you rather be an Olympian figure skater or snowboarder?

6.) Would you rather have icicles for hair or a carrot for a nose?

7.) Would you rather see a giant snowman or a tiny yeti?

8.) Would you rather build a snowman or a make a snow angel?

9.) Would you rather go back in time to the ice age or go 100 years into the future?

10.) Would you rather go snowmobiling or snowboarding?

11.) Would you rather play in the snow all day or stay inside by the fire all day?

12.) Would you rather eat dirty snow or a worm? Ugh.

13.) Would you rather wear a snowsuit inside at school or try to do your schoolwork wearing mittens?

14.) Would you rather have the winters or summers off from school?

15.) Would you rather make a family of snowmen or a family of snow angels?

16.) Would you rather spend a week inside of an ice castle or skiing at a ski lodge?

17.) Would you rather spend a day mowing lawns or shoveling snow?

18.) Would you rather read by the fire or have a winter movie marathon night?

19.) Would you rather hoot like a snow owl after every sentence when you talk or growl like a polar bear?

20.) Would you rather build a giant snow fort or have a big snowball fight?

21.) Would you rather play in the snow with shorts on or swim in a pool with a snowsuit on?

22.) Would you rather sled down a giant hill once or spend all day sledding down a small hill?

23.) Would you rather spend a winter vacation in a cabin in the mountains or a summer vacation at the beach?

24.) Would you rather have a narwhal’s tusk or reindeer antlers?

25.) Would you rather have a pillow fight or a snowball fight?

26.) Would you rather go the whole winter without TV or without your favorite food?

27.) Would you rather it snows every day in the winter or rain every day in the summer?

28.) Would you rather have an ice rink in your backyard or a swimming pool?

29.) Would you rather sled down a giant hill or go down a giant waterslide?

30.) Would you rather have fur like a polar bear or feet like a penguin?

31.) Would you rather always be cold or always be hot?

32.) Would you rather hibernate like a bear or never sleep again?

33.) Would you rather build 100 snowmen or shovel 50 driveways?

34.) Would you rather play in the snow for 4 hours or play your favorite sport?

35.) Would you rather wear 3 sweaters or 5 socks on your feet?

36.) Would you rather have skis for feet or mittens for hands?

37.) Would you rather take a family vacation to the North Pole or the South Pole?

38.) Would you rather have the superpower to melt snow or stop raining?

39.) Would you rather have a super cold winter or a super hot summer?

40.) Would you rather skate on a frozen lake or see the Northern Lights?

41.) Would you rather it be so cold your nostrils freeze in the morning or so hot you sweat all day?

42.) Would you rather make paper snowflakes or catch snowflakes on your tongue?

43.) Would you rather go ice fishing or ice skating?

44.) Would you rather only be able to wear a swimsuit for the rest of your life or only be able to wear a snowsuit?

45.) Would you rather have a week of snow days in the winter or an extra week of vacation in the summer?

[bookishcatcafe]

Lavender Dreams (Stolitz Fic) Pt. 2

Sometime later, he eyed from outside at the butterscotch covered pecan pralines and the various chocolates set up in small brown paper ribboned cups. Stolas sniffed without thinking, as if he could smell the delicacies from outside, alas to no avail except for the faintness of his own lavender and tobacco that left a nearby sinner’s exhale. He wiped away at the air ahead of his face, scrunching his face at the stench, and then entered the store. It was rather quiet for the moment, outside of the suddenly loud horn of a train which ran on tracks above him across the store. There were rows of wooden barrels full of various candies like taffy or jawbreakers. Nearby on some of the sides were various shelves with glass jars filled with candy. It smelt of wood and sugar and as a gentle heat radiated nearby, he could soon smell chocolate. Chocolate?

An older woman, dark green with grey hair tied in a bun, wearing a white apron with black polka dots on it, held in her wrinkly yet surprisingly strong hands multiple small mugs of hot chocolate covered with whipped cream, a maraschino cherry, and what seemed to be a sprinkling of either cinnamon or cloves.

“Hot chocolate dearie? It has just a touch of love! That being pumpkin pie spice of course!” She motioned her tray closer to Stolas, who with slight hesitancy, took a mug and sipped slowly. His eyes flashed for a moment at the scorching heat, until it seeped through him, and made him sigh, letting his slender belly push out in relaxation. He hooted happily and wiggled his legs a bit, a reaction that never left him since it began as a child. Stolas felt reminded of Christmas time, when his butler would make hot cocoas and warm spice teas during the chilly winter nights in the palace. He would run around the tree, his father somewhere else in the palace. Who knows what he was up to, especially in his high-and-mighty role.

He wandered around the store some more, standing soon by the piles of licorice, and sipping his cocoa quietly. The older lady, presumably the owner, was putting more chocolates on the display when she greeted the next person to come inside.

“Hello there! Hot chocolate?” She asked politely, moving over to the counter of the register where she had placed the tray. The imp coming in sternly replied as he walked aside her.

“Nope. Don’t want that.” She was quiet but bowed her head in reply, the imp’s voice was familiar. It was only when Stolas looked back to see it was Blitz-without-the-o did he notice what matched with who. He chirped under his breath, both in surprise but his expression was one of frustration. Blitz saw Stolas and cursed aloud.

“Oh it’s the fuckin bird-brain faggot. You following me? Oh you must have a fuckin crush on me or some-“ Stolas interrupted and hesitantly went over to the imp, in trying to not show any weakness, he stood straight and glared down at the man who now was various feet below his waist due to their height difference.

“I am NOT following anyone. In fact, I was merely here to do some shopping.” He sips at his cocoa, which left the feathers above his beak gently wetted. Stolas continued, “I was doing my errands when I came across this delightful candy shop, and if you could so mind, keeping this place as pleasant as it was before you came here. I have had enough of your troublemaking.” He huffed and turned away. “Don’t you think I haven’t forgotten. That was a sharp tongue you had back there. What you said really hurt me.”

Blitz frowned at Stolas, the heat brewing beneath his chest, until he saw the owl turn around, making such heat stir into his gut and make him feel ill. He had not known what to say after he had said it that day at the café. He had not shown up in some time after that. Yet, despite that moment of anger, he could not stop and apologize that moment following it—let alone the days afterward. He paused, a hand outstretched as he bit his lip, grunting and mustering up some force from within him which came through like crawling through quicksand.

“I—did not know you would be hurt. I…I just joke around. It’s just how I am.”

“How you are?” His feathers ruffled and his glare sharpened when he turned back to the imp, his eyes glowing, yet behind them no power reigned. “So being an asshole is what your personage is?”

“Fucking stop it with your long words! Your accent and feathers just reek with royalty! I am saying that I am sorry! Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?” Blitz was out of breath now, his face flustered, and thoughts raced around him. Stolas was the only goetian there. Such of his breed were destined for royalty. It just was how it was in Hell. Yet, despite such separation between the word and the power itself: He was no more a Goetia in feathers than he was in crown or magic.

Stolas stood there silent, placing the mug down on a nearby counter, and felt his shoulders slouch as his stature loosened. “Why do you have to be such a rude man about things, Blitz? Why didn’t you apologize when you had the chance?” He patted down his shirt and bowed to the lady before leaving, who stood in the corner now staring at the two, afraid, as if violence was destined to go down. Yet it merely was a tussle of verbal abuse and half-apologies. And it was now Blitz, standing slouched over glaring distantly at his hands, who felt the sharpened knife of words themselves.  

Blitz felt such a sting in his chest, likened to heartburn, albeit socially attributed and not of some devilishly spicy meal. He followed without haste, not by some deliberate choice, but of unconscious action. His feet thought for themselves it seemed and were in line with his heart, which ached not out of some pity or adoration, but of apology.

He saw through the crowd-less street the tallest of them all walking south, his eyes glowing red, and following it a subtle scent of lavender. Blitz ran over, catching up with him, and in doing so bumping into him and causing the Goetia to drop his things. Fruit fell out of the knitted bag and onto the street, a bag of coffee beans flopped over onto the sidewalk, and amongst the other groceries the candies he had just purchased were stepped on after falling below the imp’s black boots.

Stolas’s feathers ruffled in frustration, stopping midway and not flattening back to normal. He lashed at him with a stern tone, his tongue whipping fury at the imp.

“Look at what you’ve done!” He started to try and gather his things into the bag, Blitz following suit hesitantly before he was pushed gently away by Stolas. Stolas continued,

“Stop! Just Stop! I get that it’s a small town, but you keep coming up and just ruining my day! First at work, now on my groceries, what’s next?” He huffed and sat half-hunched holding the bag as his feathers flattened back to their usual softness. Blitz was quiet, he just took what was thrown at him full force, and felt every bruise form and dissipate as one waves a hand over a cloud of smoke.

“I just came over to fucking say I was sorry. I—” the imp paused, feeling himself grow angry at Stolas’s own frustration, and yet in the back of his mind knew he was justified. He grabs out his wallet and hands Stolas a couple of dollars. He continued,

“Here. For the chocolates.” Stolas looked up at him with puffy eyes, rubbing a hand on his own cheek slowly dragging his lengthened hand down it, as if to grasp at not only what he saw before him but what he himself said prior. He took the money and sighed, standing back up, now towering over the imp before giving it back to Blitz.

“Why should I take this?”

“It’s for your chocolates—it’s the last I could fucking do to make up for this!” Blitz took a breath and handed out the money again.

“Take it. Please.” Stolas looked at Blitz. His eyes downcast at Stolas’s stomach while his tail and shoulders fell limp. He felt regretful of what he did, but also felt his nerves being toyed with. Looking at Stolas’s upper set of eyes, he felt brought back to when he lashed all fury at the man, who just was doing his job. Blitz looked down at his feet, wiggling his black spiked boot in an awkward cadence. Suddenly, it felt as if all surrounding ambience was quiet, outside of his boot and the flutter of Stolas’s feathers. Stolas was looking down at him, but why? Was he mocking him? In what power does he have over him?

[kissmysassxo]

Would you rather.

1.) Would you rather live where it is always warm and sunny or always cold and snowy? 2.) Would you rather wear a winter coat at the beach or a swimsuit in the snow? 3.) Would you rather have a pet penguin or a pet polar bear? 4.) Would you rather have ice cream every day for breakfast or hot cocoa with marshmallows for dinner? 5.) Would you rather be an Olympian figure skater or snowboarder? 6.) Would you rather have icicles for hair or a carrot for a nose? 7.) Would you rather see a giant snowman or a tiny yeti? 8.) Would you rather build a snowman or a make a snow angel? 9.) Would you rather go back in time to the ice age or go 100 years into the future? 10.) Would you rather go snowmobiling or snowboarding? 11.) Would you rather play in the snow all day or stay inside by the fire all day? 12.) Would you rather eat dirty snow or a worm? 13.) Would you rather wear a snowsuit inside at school or try to do your schoolwork wearing mittens? 14.) Would you rather have the winters or summers off from school? 15.) Would you rather make a family of snowmen or a family of snow angels? 16.) Would you rather spend a week inside of an ice castle or skiing at a ski lodge? 17.) Would you rather spend a day mowing lawns or shoveling snow? 18.) Would you rather read by the fire or have a winter movie marathon night? 19.) Would you rather hoot like a snow owl after every sentence when you talk or growl like a polar bear? 20.) Would you rather build a giant snow fort or have a big snowball fight? 21.) Would you rather play in the snow with shorts on or swim in a pool with a snowsuit on? 22.) Would you rather sled down a giant hill once or spend all day sledding down a small hill? 23.) Would you rather spend a winter vacation in a cabin in the mountains or a summer vacation at the beach? 24.) Would you rather have a narwhal’s tusk or reindeer antlers? 25.) Would you rather have a pillow fight or a snowball fight? 26.) Would you rather go the whole winter without TV or without your favorite food? 27.) Would you rather it snows every day in the winter or rain every day in the summer? 28.) Would you rather have an ice rink in your backyard or a swimming pool? 29.) Would you rather sled down a giant hill or go down a giant waterslide? 30.) Would you rather have fur like a polar bear or feet like a penguin? 31.) Would you rather always be cold or always be hot? 32.) Would you rather hibernate like a bear or never sleep again? 33.) Would you rather build 100 snowmen or shovel 50 driveways? 34.) Would you rather play in the snow for 4 hours or play your favorite sport? 35.) Would you rather wear 3 sweaters or 5 socks on your feet? 36.) Would you rather have skis for feet or mittens for hands? 37.) Would you rather take a family vacation to the North Pole or the South Pole? 38.) Would you rather have the superpower to melt snow or stop raining? 39.) Would you rather have a super cold winter or a super hot summer? 40.) Would you rather skate on a frozen lake or see the Northern Lights? 41.) Would you rather it be so cold your nostrils freeze in the morning or so hot you sweat all day? 42.) Would you rather make paper snowflakes or catch snowflakes on your tongue? 43.) Would you rather go ice fishing or ice skating? 44.) Would you rather only be able to wear a swimsuit for the rest of your life or only be able to wear a snowsuit? 45.) Would you rather have a week of snow days in the winter or an extra week of vacation in the summer?

[luckyxcharm]

WOULD YOU RATHER

1.) Would you rather live where it is always warm and sunny or always cold and snowy? 2.) Would you rather wear a winter coat at the beach or a swimsuit in the snow? 3.) Would you rather have a pet penguin or a pet polar bear? 4.)Would you rather have ice cream every day for breakfast or hot cocoa with marshmallows for dinner? 5.) Would you rather be an Olympian figure skater or snowboarder? 6.) Would you rather have icicles for hair or a carrot for a nose? 7.) Would you rather see a giant snowman or a tiny yeti? 8.) Would you rather build a snowman or a make a snow angel? 9.) Would you rather go back in time to the ice age or go 100 years into the future? 10.) Would you rather go snowmobiling or snowboarding? 11.) Would you rather play in the snow all day or stay inside by the fire all day? 12.) Would you rather eat dirty snow or a worm? 13.) Would you rather wear a snowsuit inside at school or try to do your schoolwork wearing mittens? 14.) Would you rather have the winters or summers off from school? 15.) Would you rather make a family of snowmen or a family of snow angels? 16.) Would you rather spend a week inside of an ice castle or skiing at a ski lodge? 17.) Would you rather spend a day mowing lawns or shoveling snow? 18.) Would you rather read by the fire or have a winter movie marathon night? 19.) Would you rather hoot like a snow owl after every sentence when you talk or growl like a polar bear? 20.) Would you rather build a giant snow fort or have a big snowball fight? 21.) Would you rather play in the snow with shorts on or swim in a pool with a snowsuit on? 22.) Would you rather sled down a giant hill once or spend all day sledding down a small hill? 23.) Would you rather spend a winter vacation in a cabin in the mountains or a summer vacation at the beach? 24.) Would you rather have a narwhal’s tusk or reindeer antlers? 25.) Would you rather have a pillow fight or a snowball fight? 26.) Would you rather go the whole winter without TV or without your favorite food? 27.) Would you rather it snows every day in the winter or rain every day in the summer? 28.) Would you rather have an ice rink in your backyard or a swimming pool? 29.) Would you rather sled down a giant hill or go down a giant waterslide? 30.) Would you rather have fur like a polar bear or feet like a penguin? 31.) Would you rather always be cold or always be hot? 32.) Would you rather hibernate like a bear or never sleep again? 33.) Would you rather build 100 snowmen or shovel 50 driveways? 34.) Would you rather play in the snow for 4 hours or play your favorite sport? 35.) Would you rather wear 3 sweaters or 5 socks on your feet? 36.) Would you rather have skis for feet or mittens for hands? 37.) Would you rather take a family vacation to the North Pole or the South Pole? 38.) Would you rather have the superpower to melt snow or stop raining? 39.) Would you rather have a super cold winter or a super hot summer? 40.) Would you rather skate on a frozen lake or see the Northern Lights? 41.) Would you rather it be so cold your nostrils freeze in the morning or so hot you sweat all day? 42.) Would you rather make paper snowflakes or catch snowflakes on your tongue? 43.) Would you rather go ice fishing or ice skating? 44.) Would you rather only be able to wear a swimsuit for the rest of your life or only be able to wear a snowsuit? 45.) Would you rather have a week of snow days in the winter or an extra week of vacation in the summer?

[harlow-jackson]

Optional Task 482

Would you rather.

1.) Would you rather live where it is always warm and sunny or always cold and snowy? 2.) Would you rather wear a winter coat at the beach or a swimsuit in the snow? 3.) Would you rather have a pet penguin or a pet polar bear? 4.) ould you rather have ice cream every day for breakfast or hot cocoa with marshmallows for dinner? 5.) Would you rather be an Olympian figure skater or snowboarder? 6.) Would you rather have icicles for hair or a carrot for a nose? 7.) Would you rather see a giant snowman or a tiny yeti? 8.) Would you rather build a snowman or a make a snow angel? 9.) Would you rather go back in time to the ice age or go 100 years into the future? 10.) Would you rather go snowmobiling or snowboarding? 11.) Would you rather play in the snow all day or stay inside by the fire all day? 12.) Would you rather eat dirty snow or a worm? 13.) Would you rather wear a snowsuit inside at school or try to do your schoolwork wearing mittens? 14.) Would you rather have the winters or summers off from school? 15.) Would you rather make a family of snowmen or a family of snow angels? 16.) Would you rather spend a week inside of an ice castle or skiing at a ski lodge? 17.) Would you rather spend a day mowing lawns or shoveling snow? 18.) Would you rather read by the fire or have a winter movie marathon night? 19.) Would you rather hoot like a snow owl after every sentence when you talk or growl like a polar bear? 20.) Would you rather build a giant snow fort or have a big snowball fight? 21.) Would you rather play in the snow with shorts on or swim in a pool with a snowsuit on? 22.) Would you rather sled down a giant hill once or spend all day sledding down a small hill? 23.) Would you rather spend a winter vacation in a cabin in the mountains or a summer vacation at the beach? 24.) Would you rather have a narwhal’s tusk or reindeer antlers? 25.) Would you rather have a pillow fight or a snowball fight? 26.) Would you rather go the whole winter without TV or without your favorite food? 27.) Would you rather it snows every day in the winter or rain every day in the summer? 28.) Would you rather have an ice rink in your backyard or a swimming pool? 29.) Would you rather sled down a giant hill or go down a giant waterslide? 30.) Would you rather have fur like a polar bear or feet like a penguin? 31.) Would you rather always be cold or always be hot? 32.) Would you rather hibernate like a bear or never sleep again? 33.) Would you rather build 100 snowmen or shovel 50 driveways? 34.) Would you rather play in the snow for 4 hours or play your favorite sport? 35.) Would you rather wear 3 sweaters or 5 socks on your feet? 36.) Would you rather have skis for feet or mittens for hands? 37.) Would you rather take a family vacation to the North Pole or the South Pole? 38.) Would you rather have the superpower to melt snow or stop raining? 39.) Would you rather have a super cold winter or a super hot summer? 40.) Would you rather skate on a frozen lake or see the Northern Lights? 41.) Would you rather it be so cold your nostrils freeze in the morning or so hot you sweat all day? 42.) Would you rather make paper snowflakes or catch snowflakes on your tongue? 43.) Would you rather go ice fishing or ice skating? 44.) Would you rather only be able to wear a swimsuit for the rest of your life or only be able to wear a snowsuit? 45.) Would you rather have a week of snow days in the winter or an extra week of vacation in the summer?

[reviviscencegruiform]

Were one to peer out the window, nothing seemed out of the ordinary; whatever lay outside the orphanage walls stood there, as it always had. But when the door opened, when those inside moved outside, things shifted (did they? were they always like this?).

A stretch of land as far as a child could dream spread out from the threshold of the door, glittering with fresh snow and an array of gentle light. Dotting the landscape were trees, boughs heavy with snow and gumdrops, interspersed with small clusters of tiny fairy houses. Each was decorated with little candies and twinkling lights that danced in time to the soft music that filtered through the air. Snowy animals; rabbits and birds and reindeer frolicked, an owl hooting softly as it ruffled icy feathers.

Larger buildings were also scattered about, gleaming a rainbow of colours as the light scattered across the ice they were carved from. Places for games and puppet shows, places to rest and take in the scenery. Stands of candies and savoury pies, mugs of hot cocoa somehow unaffected by the chill of the supports they rested on. An upright hare, dressed in winter finery and ready to greet each folk, stood next to a stall laden with hats, coats, scarves, and mittens; each bundle with a tag attached that had a child's name written in delicate calligraphy.

Merr Chrustmus everyone