#happy new year and merry christmas!!! to everyone

[werewolf-femboy-maid]

guys straight up I just like :"0

dude like uh just..... so I was sitting here right? after I changed into pajamas and got a good piano playlist on and I had the 4th gif on. and like im gonna go to the bathroom and I was like oh im gonna eat my yummy tomato sardines from the phillipenes later after I go to the bathroom!! yummy!!! I never tried before sounds so good.

um and then I spat out my gum because I wanted to let my palate rest for a little, so I sat down and spat out my gum and started eating the week old Christmas treats on my desk. that had been out the whole time. there are multiple flies in my room. ive accepted the present and anticipate the future. I SUCCESSFULLY PUT CLITHES IN THE CLOSET IMMEDIATELY AFTTER CHANGINT!!

but ANYWAYA

was sitting and eating the treats and I saw the present thats just been sitting there on my desk that I forgot about. I just never considered opening it until now...

I didnt even know who it was from. I was quite curious. the mood was quite perfect with the piano music...

I looked at the Christmas card that was attached to the shiny purple ribbon. I looked at it and it was nice on the front very good and had a lot of houses in 3d on the front just sticking out. it was nice it had snow and it was night time.

I finally opened the card. it said "from Santa and everyone else" 2024...

it was from 2024... "huh... I guess Santa gets forgetful too... lolol"

and the back of the card it said thoughtfully designed by Charlotte Evans

nice stuff it even said on the top what the default message inside is. it said merry Christmas and a happy new year

any way I got to opening the present. finally... I opened the wrap (lmao I thought it was a white background with Christmas trees but no its a red background with green and purple and white shapes and individual letters) and I saw... a book... a thick book with thick pages but was light... cardboard pages with rounded edges...

I got to the corner of the back... kittens... HUH?????? a bunch of kitty books? it seemed like the back of a children's book series advertising the other ones...??? oh dear did Santa put me on his special ed list...? lololol...

I opened the front.

I stared at the book for a few seconds, completely motionless, before my eyes had to piss a relatively plentiful amount. I silently let the tears go ahead and do their thing. the chemicals in my mind, the grief the anger, every tear helped it a little. the loneliness. the inevitable loneliness that makes companionship so necessary to society. as much as self relfection.

it had a little boy on an elephant; it was a bright blue day. it said, in a nice cursive ish font, "You're here for a reason"

thats what got me man. thats why privilege is something that does need to be talked about. the separation of families is one of the first attacks of any serious threat.

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[donat-senpai]

I’m back with a character from a little-known game. Apologies to everyone who originally came here for Ladybug and to those who left requests in my inbox. I’m completely uncontrollable when it comes to choosing fandoms.

Happy New Year to everyone, and Merry Christmas in advance! 💙

Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere! Pairing: Yandere! Solivan Brugmansia x Reader tw: obsessive behaviour, delusional yandere, oppressive atmosphere, descent into madness, aggressive behavior towards the reader (short scene)

"The Perfect You"

Sol sits in a dimly lit room, a blank canvas before him. In the corner of the room, several portraits of his beloved lean against the wall, but none of them feel right. The eyes in each one seem... empty. “This isn’t you,” Sol whispers, discarding yet another sheet. His fingers tremble slightly as he grabs a piece of charcoal and begins again.

He draws, again and again, but the more he works, the more the details start to feel... wrong. Sol stares at the portrait. The shadows beneath the eyes are too deep, the smile on the lips is warped, and the silhouettes in the background—they’re not supposed to be there.

Sol is certain. He didn’t draw them.

---

Sol paces frantically around his studio. He hurriedly moves the painting from the canvas to the corner, adding it to the pile of failed projects, and covers everything with a sheet. He’s happy you decided to visit, but he would’ve appreciated a little more time to prepare.

You flutter into his apartment like a butterfly. Sol drinks in your presence, your gestures, the expressions on your face. He hopes—desperately—that you’ve finally realized how much you need him, just as he needs you. But instead, you casually ask to borrow his study notes, oblivious to the crushing disappointment that sweeps through him. Sol can’t refuse you. He asks you to wait while he retrieves the notebooks.

As he steps away, you glance around his workshop-turned-living space. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the pile of covered canvases in the corner, but you decide against asking about them. Instead, your gaze shifts to the window, where something else catches your attention: a collection of more than ten portraits of yourself, lying on the windowsill.

You’re stunned by the sheer amount of time Sol must have spent on them. But the longer you look, the more unsettling details begin to emerge. Shadows that shouldn’t be there, distortions in your smile, and an uncanny intensity in the way your eyes are drawn.

When Sol returns with a stack of notebooks, he freezes, his expression shifting to fear as he notices the pages in your hands. He studies your face, trying to gauge your reaction, already calculating his next move.

“Is this… how you see me?” you ask, struggling to mask your unease.

A strange excitement flares in Sol’s eyes. “No… not yet. But I’m trying to capture you as you truly are.”

---

Sol begins to notice that each new portrait interacts with him in strange ways. If he stares at them for too long, the shadows on the drawings seem to shift. Sometimes, he swears he can hear you breathing through the canvas.

One night, he wakes abruptly with the unsettling sensation that someone is standing by his bed. For several minutes, he stares at your angelic face, only to watch it slowly twist into a grotesque grimace. You hate him. You despise him.

The nausea hits Sol like a wave. He stumbles out of bed, his breathing ragged, and for the first time in his life, he turns your portrait to face the wall.

---

Sol decides he needs the object of his obsession to complete the perfect portrait. He asks you to pose for him. You agree to be his model without much hesitation, and Sol is convinced this time he’ll succeed.

But every time he begins to paint, a strange feeling washes over him, as if he’s losing something vital. “This doesn’t look like you…” he mutters. “Why? You’re right here in front of me.”

You watch awkwardly as Sol grows increasingly tense and suggest taking a break. Frustrated beyond reason, he snaps. Tossing the canvas aside, he lashes out: “You’re hiding from me! Why can’t you just be real?”

Startled, you start gathering your things to leave. It’s only then that Sol realizes what he’s done. He stops you at the door, dropping to his knees. Tears streak his face as he begs for forgiveness, his trembling hands clutching at your clothes with a desperate grip. Sol has never been more broken, but you don’t listen.

You push him away and walk out.

Sol collapses to the floor, thinking to himself that he’s as good as dead.

---

Since that day, you haven’t answered his calls. He’s tried talking to you at college, but you keep avoiding him, always hiding behind Crowe.

Sol paces in circles around his apartment. He wants to tear his hair out. He wants to kill Crowe. He just wants… for you to love him. As much as he loves you.

He stops abruptly. The blank canvas catches his eye.

Sol decides to try painting you one more time. If you could see yourself through his eyes, you’d understand. You’d forgive him.

---

When Sol wakes up the next morning, his studio is empty. The only thing left is the perfect portrait.

His palm aches. He thinks he should clean the brushes to keep the paint (and blood) from ruining them. Finally, he understands what the previous portraits were missing.

He looks at the painting. Your image on the canvas seems alive. Happy. Only the eyes remain as dark and hollow as they were in the earlier sketches.

The silhouettes behind you move. They whisper to Sol. He listens to them.

He realizes there’s no point in chasing after you when his perfect version of you is already here. Right in front of him.

Now, at last, you can be together.

[chorioretinitis]

gay attack!!!!

[mickules]

'Tis the season for a little indulgence

[pricklenettle]

@lexiepiper, I was your secret santa for the Christmas truce! I chose your second prompt: a classic haunted house story, I hope you like it.

[franeridart]

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[myewt]

Happy day after Christmas!!

[anewp0tat0]

Black Butler Amino, Black Arts Magazine - Holiday Party

it doesn't quite look like a holiday party from here, but what I imagined as a humble little piece is~~ Ciel and Lizzy sneak away from the big bustling midford Christmas party and raid the kitchen desserts, like they did when they were kids(it was Lizzy's idea, Ciel clearly hasn't been himself since he returned, and she wanted to bring him back).

[zodoods]

genderbent au sketches

[darunyama]

While the kids frolic outside the teachers' lounge is in chaos: in front of witnesses a drunk Hokage fucks no less drunk Santa in the ass

Happy New Year y'all 🎇🥂

(you better not know how that translates lmao)

[momentomori24]

Soooo to celebrate and cope with finishing Chapter 1, here's Golfgang crashed out on the sofa after a Christmas Party. They seem to have had fun, at least.

This will be my last drawing for the year. Merry Christmas, y'all :3

[nocturnal-impala]

Happy Holidays and New Year! <333

[dwaekkicidal]

sorry, i need to get this out my system.

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[ask-victor-grantzcampbell]

Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday, Victor. Do you have any plans for today...? @theunconcernedembalmer

Any plans? No, I don't have much due to only recently coming back so my load is rather empty this year.

[datrb]

"I really let my hair grow out this year, didn't i?"

I don't usually post about my life, but this one was on my mind for quite some time now, so i hope you guys don't mind me getting a little personal.

Call this my new year's resolutions or whatever.

(No trigger warnings, i just realized that this post is very long...)

Now, that this year is reaching to a close and i was left alone with my thoughts after the college semester ended... I think i actually really enjoyed this year.

As weird as it is to accept, or realize even, it's been a very long time since the last time i actually felt like myself. There was always something standing between me and having... a normal life.

Whether it was lack of time for myself, pain, or people around me, there was always an obstacle.

But, although this year started with the most pain i've ever been in throughout my life, and a ton of stress, after the winter passed and i started my rehabilitation journey, i felt... The best i ever did.

It felt as though i suddenly gained the power to do and be anything i wanted to be. I was finally at peace with my life and myself.

I spent summer doing things i liked and even managed to spent two amazing weeks on a trip with a very dear friend of mine.

And then the semester started and, despite what i was expecting, i fit right in with the new group and managed to not just stay ahead of my studies, but to top all of my grades. I gained the respect of my teachers, found new friends and started to actually explore my specialty and theatre culture as a whole more than i could ever before.

Hell, i already have places where i want to go next year, when the holiday rush at theatres ends!

And trust me when i say this, it's been a very long time since i planned ahead. It been a very long time since i enjoyed studying and talking with people i study with. It's been a very long time since i wanted to actively give presents to people, or even had people to give presents to. It's been a very long time since i could smile at my teachers and even get a little cocky with them in class. Since i wasn't afraid to ask questions regardless of how stupid they might've sounded. Or since i could decide on doing something completely randomly and then end up coming home at midnight with a friend by my side.

A lot of things happened this year. And a lot more will happen in the years. I had, do and will experience so much more in my life. Be it bad, or good. It doesn't really matter, because i'm no longer alone to fend for myself.

But, more than anything, right now i just feel... happy.

And i wish to thank everyone i know and everyone who is in my life right now. Even if i know that this message will probably never reach them. I still want to thank them for just existing in this world. And same goes for whoever ends up coming across this post. I may not know you, but i'm glad that you've made it this far. I'm glad that you're here.

And i hope that someday everyone will be able to be at peace the same way this year allowed me to be.

[nucksaid]

my mother: “so I may have went a little canuck crazy”