#ho ho ho merry christmas from the pole

[mpereirart]

Ketlyn te deseja um feliz natal!

Ela está comendo um panetone enquanto diz “Feish Natao”. Era pra ser Feliz Natal, mas ela é estúpida e está falando de boca cheia.

[garden-0f-ed3n]

there’s a saint at the north pole and it isn’t saint nick, her name is gertrude and she’s got a long .. CLIIIITT !!! ٩( ᐛ )و

[eddiesxangel]

Fuck the Nice List| Santa!Eddie x Reader

Smutty Part 2 of Hey, Mr. Claus

Cw smut, Eddie is dressed as Santa for your nieces and nephews and you can’t keep your hands to yourself. Minors DNI

The night was wrapping up as you and all your loved ones were gathered around the Christmas tree at your brothers' house. It was the first Christmas you were spending with your new boyfriend, Eddie, and he wanted to make a good impression on your family. So, he volunteered to dress as Santa for the younger ones. He already had experience from his Mall Santa job and thought it would be a way to get into your family's good books.

You heard a rustling of wrapping and tissue paper as the kids were getting squirmy and anxious to see who was coming around the corner.

“HO HO HO! Merry Christmas!” Eddie belted in his lower register voice when he played the character. As he entered the living room, a sack of presents filled with gifts your family had bought prior was slung around his shoulder.

Many high-pitched cheers of joy pierced your ears as the young ones screamed. They all ran up to Santa Eddie, not knowing it was the man they sat beside at dinner. He had put much effort into his appearance to make it more believable.

His hair was tucked away into his hat that had a long white curly wig underneath it. A long, white, silky beard was attached to his face, and some makeup made him look a bit older and rosie.

Eddie sat and listened to each child on what they wanted, and then he gave them a single gift. He was attentive and aware of how important it was to each child. This would live in their memories forever. The “real” Santa was here just for them on Christmas Eve! What else could they want?

The way Eddie was being so good with the kids of your family was making you feel things. Your heart fluttered in your chest, your palms sweaty, and your lower belly area felt much warmer than it should at a family function. You couldn't wait to get your hands on the man you were falling for.

“When’s it my turn, Mr. Claus?” You bat your eyes at your boyfriend once you are alone.

Your siblings went to get their children ready for bed. Everyone was spending the night at your brothers' house so you could spend Christmas Day together as a family.

“Don’t tell me this is what you’re into, Sugar Plum?” He asked as you walk towards him

“So what if it is? You don’t wanna unwrap me like one of your presents?” You tug at his beard to bring his head down lower to kiss. “I think you’re going to like what’s inside,” you whisper seductively.

“You wanna ride on Santa’s sleigh?” Santa Eddie smirked as you ran your hands up his chest to his shoulders.

“More like his North Pole...”

Eddie groans as he lets his head fall back before grabbing your hand and guiding the both of you to your shared bedroom for the evening.

“I can’t believe you’re going to seduce me into fucking you at your family’s house.” He tugged you into the guest room and shut the door quietly, not to alert the others.

“Oh please, seducing you? All I have to do is breathe, and you want to fuck me,” you laugh before Eddie shuts you up with a searing kiss.

“Get undressed,” Eddie demanded before taking off his suit.

“Wait! Keep that on,” you smirk.

“Oh, so we are doing this?” He points between you and himself.

You bite your lip and nod, letting your dress fall.

Eddie’s eyes went wide as he examined your figure. You had on a matching lacy red set. The push-up bra hugged your breasts, and the panties sculpted your ass to look like the perfect little sugar plum.

Eddie backs up and plops on the edge of the bed without breaking his gaze. He was practically drooling at the sight of you.

“Come on, Snow Angel. Come sit on Santa’s lap and tell me what you want for Christmas.” Eddie bites his lip, beckoning you over.

You walk over and straddle Santa Eddie’s lap, draping both legs over his knees, landing your lacy cunt down on his already hardening cock. Eddie grips your ass, and you lean your weight into him.

“I want you to fill me with your cum this Christmas.” You whispered in his ear before nibbling on the lobe.

“Fuuuuuuuck baby you can’t just say things like that.”

“Why not? You asked me what I wanted. I’ve been a good girl this year I promise.” You pout.

“I don’t know about that Sugar Plum? I’ve heard from the elf’s that you’ve been naughty.” Eddie bit at your neck as your hips began to grind down in your boyfriend’s lap. “You you’re going to do everything I say to make sure you really are a good girl.”

“Yes, Santa. I’ll do anything to get on your nice list.” You drop your head to kiss Eddie’s plump lips. Well, you at least tried to because the fake beard got in the way.

“Ok, this has to go,” you laugh as Eddie removes the synthetic beard from his face.

“Oh, thank god,” he mumbles before peppering kisses all over your chest and breasts.

“Fucking perfect,” Eddie mumbles as he presses his face into your cleavage and takes in your sent. You smell of cinnamon, ginger and pine needles.

“Mmmmm baby,” you moan as you grip the back of his head, keeping his face in your chest.

“You wanna lick Santa’s special candy cane?” Eddie smirked.

You slinked down his body, and he unbuttoned his suit jacket. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and you couldn’t help but run your hands up and down his naked torso. Your eyes soaked him in as he undid his pants.

“Mmmm, I bet it’s the sweetest.” You ran your hand up and down the tented fabric of his boxers.

“No more teasing. You wanna get on Santa’s nice list, don’t ya? Open up a nice big present tomorrow morning?” Eddie bites his bottom lip.

“Yes, Santa,” you pull his big cock out and give the tip a lick.

“Good girl, good fuckn’ girl.” Eddie stroked your head as you took him entirely into your mouth.

You take as much of him as you can in your mouth before gagging. The weight of his velvety shaft was so soft on your tongue. You loved giving Eddie head; it made you so wet every time without fail.

“Fuck you’re way too good at this. I’m going to bust already,” he lets out a breathy laugh.

“Mmmmmmm,” you hum at the compliment and continue to bob and suck on his cock.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he pulls your head up so he doesn’t explode right then and there. He pulls you up into a deep, long kiss as he goes to lay back on the bed. You followed his lead and hovered over top of him. You graze your sopping clothed cunt over Eddie’s bare cock as you adjust your weight.

Eddie hissed as he felt the pool of wet heat graze his cock. “You wanna take that ride now, baby?” Eddie moaned.

“Yes,” you sigh, and you feel Eddie’s hand pull your panties to the side.

“You gotta work for it, Sugar Plum; show Santa how good you can be,” he cooed as he curled your clit with a gloved finger.

“Fuck” you sigh, and you grind your hips harder on Eddie's cock.

“What did I say about teasing? You naughty little elf,” Eddie gritted out.

“M’sorry Santa, maybe I wanna be your naughty girl.” You continue to grind your hips back and forth from his base to tip.

“That’s it!” Eddie couldn't take it anymore. He flips the two of you over so you’re flat on your back.

“No more playing around. Santa needs his milk and cookies” Eddie ripped your panties right off, and before you knew what was happening, his muscular tongue was entering your wet hole, and his bright red nose was nudging at your clit.

“Fuck baby,” you whispered, trying not to disturb the rest of the house. He sat up and replaced his tongue with two fingers. You’re not even sure when he removed the white gloves.

“Mmm, best cookie I’ve tasted all year,” he mused, and your pussy clenched.

“Oh, you like it when I compliment your cookie, don’t you?” He massaged his fingers inside you, making your hips jerk up.

“Baby, please,” you begged.

“Naughty girls have to wait, baby; only good girls on the nice list get what they want” His thumb curled your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

“Baby fuck, I’m close,” you wined, and Eddie pulled away.

“Oh, she’s learning.”

“Baby I was so close-”

“Naughty girls only get to come when it’s on my cock.” He aligns himself up to your entrance.

“Fuck your so hot.” Eddie leaned down to kiss you. He kissed you hard, and it made your head spin.

Eddie slipped his tongue into your mouth, and at the same time, he slipped in his cock. You never got tired of the way Eddie stretched you out every time. He never failed to make you feel full. He knew how to take over your body. The way he would numb your mind, how he could literally fuck you dumb. You hadn't been together that long with Eddie. Only a month, really, but the way he knows your body, it was like he was made for you.

"Oh, you like that Sugar Plum? Do you like Santa's fat cock splitting you open? I wish you could see it, baby, the way your pussy swallows my cock is perfection." You must have been making noises of pleasure because you were already lost in your own little world of euphoria, and he had just started.

"Answer me, Sugar Plum. Tell me how much you like this cock." his hips slowed down in pace but never stopped. He will wait for your answer.

"I- fuck- I love it-ohhhhhhh," you cried as his head grazed your g spot.

"There's my good girl." Eddie's pace quickened. His hand ran up to massage your breast, still confined by the lacy red bra.

Your pussy clamped down at his words; you loved when he called you his god girl. It never fails to make your body tingle.

As his cock continuously slides against your g spot, your body tenses up at the oncoming orgasm Eddie is about to give you.

"More, please, I'm so close," You beg. You were so close to the euphoria that you would do anything for Eddie now.

"Sucha good girl letting me know. and you know what good girls get?" Eddie continues to thrust into your cunt while reaching down to open your legs up wider for him so that he could rub your clit. The new angle was just what you needed.

You quickly nod to Eddie's question before your body is ripped with a rush of serotonin.

"That's right, baby, they get what they ask for. Come, baby, you're doing so good for me." He talked you through your orgasm.

He followed not too far after you, finishing inside like you had asked. You loved it when Eddie came in you. He'd hug you close as he trusted his hips deep into your body that you felt so connected. Like you were made for one another. It didn't matter if the sex was silly or serious; you knew your souls were meant to be intertwined.

"I didn't know I had that many dirty Christmas analogies in me," Eddie laughed, shucking off the fluffy white and red suit jacket that made him a sweat bucket.

"And now I have one more in me." you laugh, and Eddie can't help but fall in love with you.

Part 3

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[rottenpumpkin13]

Ho ho ho merry Christmas from the pole !!!?!!!?!?!!

Merry Crisis

[magicalcraftgirl]

Ho Ho Ho! Merry christmas from the pole! 🎄✨

Vil & Shining glitter cookie hoilday gift to celebrate! Merry christmas and happy holidays to everyone!~

[not-the-phantom-of-the-opera]

HO HO HO!🎅

Hah! It was quite troublesome getting down here, my boy! I hope you don't mind me driving my reindeers through your catacombs😄 (I parked them by your boat port👍🏻) Anyhow, for the longest of time, dear Erik, you were in the naughty list. However, this year I was pleasantly surprised to see you on the other face of the coin! HO HO HO! That makes me a jolly Santa!

And with that, Santa gives you a present!! Here is some facial moisturizer from the North Pole, my boy!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

HOHOHOHOHO!

🦌✨

...Quite frankly, Erik would have preferred the coal at this point.

[rainedr-p]

Ho, ho, ho, @radioproto ! (I love that rhyme omg) I'm your @portal-secret-santa!!!

You said you would love to see a Fact Core x Reader fic, so I wrote this for you! I've never done a character x reader fic, so I hope it's okay that it's in first person! If you'd prefer it in 2nd, I can absolutely fix it 😊 (I also had to research medical stuff because I am very much not-versed, so I sincerely apologize for any mistakes!)

Hope you like it! Merry Christmas ❤️

Lab coats do not make for warm coats in cold environments. This is a fact.

Mr. Johnson has me working in the massive walk-in freezer lab again this week. Apparently, Aperture's void of a budget can pay for the room and the constant near-arctic air conditioning that gets pumped in here, but not for the thermal coats required to safely work in here. We're at least allowed to wear gloves and a hat, as long as it doesn't interfere with the experiments.

This doesn't apply to the Cores, however. Their android bodies are made of hardlight, literal sunlight, underneath a layer of conductive fiber made to look like skin, so the cold doesn't bother them. I'm jealous of my companion standing in the corner, not shivering like me. Fact Core has decided to join us today, supervising our experiments and occasionally spewing a random fact about the Arctic.

"Fact: Polar bear fur is actually transparent. Its hairs are hollow and have no natural pigment. Therefore, polar bears are essentially invisible."

I mean... the first part was right. It's actually kind of cute how he tries to show off by saying random facts, but he often just tries too hard and ends up saying... well, not facts. His presence isn't disliked though. Better than Rick, anyways. At least with Fact, we can have (mostly) intelligent conversation, though he doesn't seem one for humor. He might also be getting attached to me, too. He's been supervising me a lot more lately. Though that's probably wishful thinking.

"Makes the North Pole scarier. You could be halfway eaten and not even know what's doing it." I tease, going back to my petri dish of blue gel. It's hard to keep the tweezers still with all my shivering. Fact goes on, "Polar bears are also considered to be aquatic creatures, spending most of their time in the water searching for food. Therefore, polar bears are also a type of amphibian." This gets a laugh out of me. "'Marine mammals', but-" I sneeze a couple times, "they are in the water a lot." I sniffle and reach for the tissues I keep handy. Allergies must be acting up.

Footsteps approach my side. I turn and see Fact standing right by me, his brow furrowed. His glowing pink eyes look... concerned?

"Your cheeks and nose are red. You are also radiating heat when it is 34⁰F in this room. This is not normal."

"Geez, it's down to 34? I'm going to start wearing a sweater under this." I pull the lapels of my lab coat. "But, I'm fine. It's just allergies and I'm tired from these long shifts, that's all-" I'm cut off by Fact's palm on my forehead. Now I definitely can tell I'm warm, but I can't tell if it's from me, his very warm hand, or the fact that he is touching me. Something I didn't know until now would fluster me.

"Fact: you are running a low-grade fever. You have sneezed 12 times in the last 20 minutes. Your nose is runny. You have a cold." He doesn't move his hand. "I-..." I can't argue with that. I definitely feel worse than the last few times I've worked in here. I gently remove his hand, savoring the warmth he radiates in this icebox. "I'm okay. I'll take some medicine as soon as I'm done here and dress warmer from now on."

Fact is not satisfied with this response. He takes my hand and leads me out of the Cold Labs and into the hallway to the main facility. My body almost collapses at the sudden warmth, and I realize I feel weaker than I thought. "Wait, where are we going? I have work to do!"

"You are sick and should not be working. Fact: you cannot focus on your work when you are busy blowing your nose every 30 seconds." Okay, point taken.

Fact eventually leads me to one of our cozier break rooms overlooking the chasm of the facility. He promptly leads me to a couch and points at me to sit. He ignores my claims that I'm okay and leaves to get something. I sigh, grateful that at least the break room is empty for now besides us. He approaches a moment later with an ice pack and a jacket someone forgot here days ago. Once he forces me to put the icepack on my head and drapes the jacket across me, he sits down beside me.

And by beside me, I mean he is half-sitting on me. It takes a second to realize that he's using his android body to warm me up. Though the position is awkward. "Can, can I just...? I'm sorry-" Fact doesn't move when I relocate his arm to drape around my shoulders. "I'm sorry, it was just awkward how we were sitting and-"

Fact tightens his hand on my shoulder and I'm pressed against his side. Now I definitely have a fever. "You are turning redder. Am I making it worse?" Fact asks. "No, no, it's for a different reason..." I clear my throat, and we sit in awkward silence together. "You know I could just... go home, right?" I ask quietly.

"I cannot supervise you to make sure you take care of yourself if you are not here." He says bluntly. Right, the androids have a limited range they can go beyond the facility. Still in the early stages of their development. This is so... odd, though. They're supposed to be programmed for very specific personalities. Fact Core is supposed to just basically be a know-it-all, and he is, but... was caring added on later?

"You are staring." I blink when I realize that I have indeed been staring at him. "I'm sorry, it's just... why are you doing this? I know we've been working together for a little bit now but I've never thought we were 'close' or anything, just, work acquaintances I guess? I'm not upset, I promise, this is so kind but... not very like you, I suppose."

Fact looks away. I can hear actual gears turning in his head, like he's trying to figure out how to word this next part correctly. A minute or so passes before he's back to our plane of reality. "You have been one of the few staff members here who have shown me kindness. You do not call my vast knowledge annoying, or incorrect, or blatantly call me rude names. You respect me, and I have come to respect you. I enjoy working with you."

I smile at him. He's awkward, and granted his arrogance can be a bit much sometimes, but underneath that hardlight standoffish exterior, if you can find a way in, he's sweet. Even at this moment he's not trying to tell me he knows more about sickness than I do, he's just trying to help me feel better. I guess helping me be comfortable at least until my shift is over. "That's the nicest thing I've ever heard a Core say... thank you. I like working with you too."

We sit for a little longer on the couch, in awkward but peaceful silence. I guess I feel more off than I realized, because before I can stop myself, I start drifitng off. Since he doesn't seem to mind, I take advantage of my position and lay my head on his shoulder. I'm fast asleep in minutes.

The next thing I know, I hear Fact arguing with what sounds like my shift supervisor. Oh sh-

"Fact: working in fridges without the proper protection from the cold leads to illness, frostbite, and in dire cases, death. Aperture knows this and allows, no, requires their employees to continue working under these conditions with no regard to their wellbeing. Need I remind you that this is an employee, not a test subject." I must have been out of it, because I thought I was still just resting my head on Fact's shoulder. I am, but as I come to, I realize he's carrying me. I fell asleep, and he carried me all the way to the facility entrance so I could go home. My face burns, and not from the fever.

"This employee still has 2 hours left in their shift and work to be done. Sick or not, they should never be sleeping on the job. You know this. You were allowed to supervise them in the Cold Labs, and you let them sleep? We should put you back in your Sphere for this," my supervisor argues. I feel Fact tense up to retort, but I place my hand on his chest. He looks at me before gently setting me down.

I'm weak, sniffling, and want so badly back in his warmth to sleep again, but I stand in front of my supervisor as strongly as I can manage. "I do sincerely apologize for falling asleep, that was not my intention. However, I will agree with Fact Core that these working conditions are unsafe. I am in fact sick, and what would happen if I were to get mucus or other bodily fluids on the control subject? Thousands of dollars of experimentation in those gels and I just happen to sneeze and break the control's containment, or pass out in the Cold Labs and eventually pass from hypothermia? Not only would the company require funds to cover the legal fees to keep a death behind closed doors, but then my frozen decaying body could somehow contaminate the experiments we were already working on and we have to spend that money to start all over from scratch? Personally, I think the company is better off spending a little money to get us proper gear to work in, than spending mountains of money to deal with sickness, death, and all the consequences that come with it."

I think the icing on the cake is me finishing my grand monologue with a nasty wet cough. My supervisor's face is hard to read, but the fact that they backed away from me and grimaced means I got my point across. "Just... go home for now. I can't promise Mr. Johnson will like this idea of spending any kind of money he doesn't need to, but we do not want to deal with sickness in the Labs. Consider this a warning to not sleep on the job again, though." And with a shake of their head, my supervisor retreats.

I let out a long sigh. "Shall I carry you to your vehicle?" Fact asks. "No, I'm okay. I think that gave me enough adrenaline to at least make it home. But, listen... thank you. I've been meaning to say that for a while and, I don't know what it is, but you being here made it easier. And, of course, thank you for taking care of me."

Fact nods. "You are welcome. Fact: I am an excellent caretaker. Please seek me out when you have a need and I will always have the knowledge to help you." I chuckle, "Fact: I'll keep that in mind."

I'm cleared from work the next day, so I rest as much as I can. Which gives me plenty of time to think about everything that happened with Fact Core. Are the other Cores like this? Wheatley obviously has more human tendencies than the rest do. Space is... Space. And Rick is a walking HR violation. But Fact has always been more distant, more robotic than the rest. I'm not sure what I did to get him to show his more human side, but I can't complain. It was nice to have him open up a little, and I look forward to getting him out of his proverbial shell.

Also, fact: Core Androids are fantastic to have around when you're cold.

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Heyo! Love your work btw *chef kiss* I'm obsessed with your poly turtles stuff. Could you maybe do some Christmas poly headcannons? Seasonal Activities they do with their s/o, possible gifts they receive, fav cookies/treats, fav Xmas music. Idk just some festive stuff? If you're busy that's cool 😎 your poly turt stuff has me needing more haha. Thanks!

Ok, I'm pretty sure I got this before Christmas and it's now May. I'm so sorry. I won't go into all the reasons I haven't really been writing because it's a lot but I want to get back into it so here goes with this very unseasonal post lmao

and thank you everyone for you patience as I get back into the swong of writing for my blog

Raph

This big hunk of red and green first

He's very seasonal if you think about it

He's also super (secretly) into the holidays

catch him doing his rendition of rockin' around the Christmas tree very loudly when he's off his tits on eggnog

((side note I think he would hate eggnog but would drink it solely because it's festive))

He's secretly super sentimental and he knows you love this time of year so he really puts his back into it

I'm talking it's the 1st of December and he wakes you up in a full Santa outfit and white beard (that he knitted himself) yelling "Ho Ho Ho!" and asking if you've been naughty or nice

it's like 6am so you, naturally, tell him to piss off

to which he makes a big show of trying to shove you into his Santa sack because "Someone needs a trip to the North Pole to learn the Christmas spirit"

He's also pretty good with crafts

obvs you guys can't go outside and be seen so he creates a whole winter wonderland in the lair (without telling the others, Mikey was the only one who appreciated it tbh)

also he's a great cook so you spend evening after evening baking sugar cookies and decorating them, sipping hot chocolate with a candy cane in it and whipped cream on top, making warming winter soups.

In terms of gifts, he gets you anything and everything he even thinks you might like

real big spender this one

handmade too items like a scarf he knitted for you because your old one was a bit worn, handmade card, he even did a little snow globe that he made with figures of you and him inside of it

he'll say "I know it's lame" or "It's not the best but I tried" but it means the world to you

Leo

Big boy blue up next

I see him loving a very traditional, old fashioned, classic Xmas.

His big thing is that he loves to decorate the tree with you

but you would always bicker about how it should look

"No, I think a gold and red theme would look better!"

"But, Leo, we have all of these cute glass candy canes I wanna hang!"

"But I have a vision!!"

so this year he decides to buy like 6 trees (and by buy I mean forage, steal or cut down)

so you can both have your own trees and decorate them however you want

this, obviously, becomes a Christmas competition

your very unwilling judges are Leo's brothers and even Splinter

they have never looked more uncomfortable than when you and Leo are very passionately stating your case for why your tree is better than the other's and it ends in you both throwing baubles at each other

about half an hour and a lot of tinsel lying everywhere later you decide that maybe you're both a little too competitive

but Leo reassures that "That's why I love you"

He's so big on quality time with you

lot's of sitting by a crackling fire, sipping coco and letting soft Christmas songs play

he's made a playlist of v gentle ones like Eartha Kitt's Santa baby, Conventry carol and god rest ye merry gentlemen.

it's all about the mood w/ Leo

as far as gifts, it's has to be something personal and sweet

a pressed flower in resin from the first day you both met, a silver heart shaped locket with a pic of you both in it, some sort of talisman that's supposed to keep you safe in ninja superstition

Mikey

Time for chaotic good to come to play

Mikey just manages to capture that almost childlike enthusiasm and wonder for the season

He has a funny habit of wrapping your gifts to look like something else

last year you were certain he'd gotten you a rocking horse but it turned out to be a new phone and headphones

"How long did it take you to wrap it like that?"

"Don't ask questions you don't wanna know.....3 hours to make the horse part look right"

normally he gets you silly but sweet gifts

lots of sticking filler things

oh and he gets you an actual stocking too, but like a comically oversized one to fit all the gifts

stuff he's made too

one year he made you 50 hand cut paper snowflakes with 50 reasons he loves you written and drawn on them

also stuff you guys can do together

video games he knows you'll find fun, stupid interactive games that you can play, that kinda stuff

he does a special Xmas scavenger hunt for you each year that the others pretend is stupid but it keeps getting more elaborate as time goes on and even they are started to get invested in the ending

there's a theme and everything ranging from polar express to murder at the Christmas party to Santa's grotto....

he also never fails to dress up as Mrs Clause every year (because Raph insists on being Santa and at first Mikey just wanted everyone to laugh, but now it's kinda a tradition)

Donnie

oh my sweet gadget boy

he's super big into cocktails, the sweeter the better

and you always get to name them together but you both have a warped sense of humour so the names are getting out of hand

you pick a fave each year as well

last year was "The abominable snowman's frozen left nut" and the year before was "Mrs Clause putting glass shavings in Santa's food because he came back with the clap"

I told you they were bizarre....

his gifts are always thoughtful and so romantic

I HC Donnie as being a super romantic guy

whether it be a painting he made of the constellations and planets in correct placement on the night the two of you first kissed

or a wreath of dried flowers and plants to hang on the door that came from the field behind your childhood house

but this year it's a scrapbook filled to the brim with every detail of the two of you, all dated and with a little annotation telling a story as to why it's in there. photos, cards, handwritten letters, magazine cut outs, diary entries.... it's all in there and it's enough to make you cry.

He also sneaks you out on Christmas eve every year without the others knowing (they'd flip if they came to know that he was stealing you away at that time)

but he takes you up to the rooftops to sit on blankets and drink hot chocolate (spiked with a little rum, it's Donnie after all...) and look at the lights and snowflakes and people bustling home to their families and you sit and feel at peace and laugh as you make up backstories to each individual you see scurrying home

you lean against his shoulder and every year that he does this it feels more magical than the last

[hrair-metal]

Santa, we’re told, is the ur-elf and employs/enslaves his own kind to toil in his workshop. But do we ever know the origin of Mrs. Claus? Is she human? And if so, did Santa just up and abduct Mrs. Claus centuries ago while delivering presents on Christmas Eve?

“Ho ho ho you are my Arctic lifemate now. Return! Return with me to your new home of ice and toytoil where you shall want for nothing save affection and warmth.”

And if that’s the case, does he imbue in her immortality, or does she live her natural lifespan? Because if the former, he’s essentially a yule vampire. If the latter, that means…oh.

That means it’s a North Pole Logan’s Run situation–maybe tundra Menudo? Leonarctic Dicaprio?–where Mrs. Claus ages out and he must find a replacement.

“The time of your unmaking has come,” the jolly old elf hissed in Mrs. Claus’s withered face. “You have served me well, Number 37, the heartiest in a long line. But it is December 24th and you are fading. I must hunt again. Merry Christmas to all, but to you a goodnight.”

But whom does he choose? Does he take for his snowbride a young one? She who is pure as the driven snow surrounding her eventual tomb? Or does he pluck a married woman from her home, one who is already practiced in the ways of domesticity and companionship?

Or is it an elder partner, tinged with years of widowed sadness—a sadness that he exploits—presenting himself like Annatar the Deceiver, the redeemer of her lost capacity to love, a surprise so longed for that it shakes her doubt to her core like a bowlful of jelly?

“The cycle is shorter now,” mused King Kringle, “and the deathpyres, we light them more frequently. But the toil is worth it to save from me the decades of drudgery that come from snuffing out the dreams of the young of my kind, to convince them that their place is here and they belong in The Workshop. Am I cruel? Is this Naughty? Ho Ho No. It is merely the sacrifice I require to continue spreading joy to the rest of the Nice Ones. My Chosen.

And when she expires, oh. The deer do love them so, my fragile cøldwives.”

[elektrischemaidchen]

Lisztober #25: The Holy Christmas

Some Maidchen just want to watch the world burn, @franzliszt-official

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Santa says I'm giving you a time machine You can do anything with it You cheeky little Christmas bee Fly back to the past And get ready for adventure You can pet Rudolf or kill Eggnog Or chill in the sun at the North Pole Write the story of tomorrow And banish your sorrows and worries Then I'll think for a moment And say „Sure!“ Now I'll make my dreams come true I know my duty, very much so What's asked of me Is not strange at all I'll do Franz Liszt Oh yes But only under the mistletoe From eighteen hundred and fifty To thirty, approximately I’ll do Franz Liszt He was a hot dude And that takes a lot of courage Franz looks at me Says „who are you??“ But we don't have time And we'll be naked in no time I have to save history now And then jet off to the next destination Now he says Now he says something in Hungarian I think it means I love you His „Liebestraum“ beats only for me Oh, Franz, come into my world There's more than piano forte And I can see it He hears my words Ho-ho-rus! I’ll do Franz Liszt Oh yes But only under the mistletoe So from eighteen hundred and fifty To thirty, approximately I’ll do Franz Liszt He was a hot dude And that takes a lot of courage Where are we going now? He asks me then And I start the sledge Then I think for a minute And say „Sure!“ Now I'm making my dreams come true I know my duty, very much so What's asked of me Is not strange at all We’ll do Brahms Oh yes But only under the mistletoe From eighteen hundred and fifty To sixty approximately We’ll do Jo Brahms He was a hot boy But the three of us We're not shy at all We'll do Brahms Merry Christmas!

[fourseasonsfigs]

Reindeer Jun

Merry Christmas from Reindeer Jun! He's here to deliver a very special present just for you!

If you remember from my Santa Han post a year ago today, I had just ordered Reindeer Jun (rendered helpfully by Google Translate into "Elk Jun" which is all I can think of when I look at him). I didn't have to wait a year for him though, I got him a while back and have been saving him for this festive occasion!

He arrived straight from the North Pole all wrapped up in snowy pearl cotton and snug as an elk in a rug.

He arrived all dressed up in his cute costume, together with his present!

He's so cute I can't even handle it.

His little red nose!

The little tail is also adorable.

All the details on this costume are just spot on - the hooves on the jammies and the horns on his hoodie are just so cute!

He sits a little back on his tush - you can tell by the way his feet are a little bit up in the air there. He will topple over backwards if I don't set him down carefully, but otherwise I'm comfortable enough to have him sitting just like this and not glued down to a stand.

The fact that he sits back up against a shelf works too, because even if he did tip over backwards a bit, his little hoodie there would just hit the shelf and help stabilize him.

The pose here is just delightful!

The way the fig maker did his hair and eyes is just cute perfection too!

You can see how well the bell is detailed here.

I guess another view of the tail, here!

The face on the reindeer hoodie is also super adorable, matching the red nose on the hoodie to the red nose on Junjun.

You can see this fig is flawless in every respect - no paint overspray, no dents, no nothing except total cuteness!

One more view of him and his present....

And one last Christmas wish from Santa Han and Reindeer Jun! A very Merry and Joyous Christmas to everyone!

Material: Festive and colorful resin!

Fig Count: 500 merry and bright ones!

Scene Count: 32 wonderlands!

Rating: Ho ho ho happiness!

[link to the Master Post Index]

[luxgalador]

Imagine dirty talk from Santa, "oh, you're a naughty ho, ho, ho! Now, it's time to come down your chimney with my north pole! Merry Christmas!" Seems like it'll be relevant soon

sure

hey anon what the fuck?

[roboticonography]

Ho ho ho and Merry Steggymas, Robot! We here at the North Pole have received your (very wonderful) letter and are now starting to get to work! Apologies for the slight delay, some of the elves got a little sick last week. As we get the ball rolling, I have some follow-up questions for you!

❄️I know you're a fan of Sam Wilson (as we all should be), are there any other favourite characters you'd like to see Steve and Peggy interact with? Any particular dynamics that you'd love to see sprinkled in?

❄️What would you say are your favourite things about Steve and Peggy? (both individually and what you think makes them a great couple)

❄️What elements/tropes/themes do you like to see in a fanwork?

❄️Do you have a preference on how heavily (or not) you'd like the holidays to be featured?

I must be off now, but I look forward to reading your response! I hope you're well and that you've been able to rest/enjoy some free time!

Hello, Santa! Thanks for your kind wishes. I hope you and the elves are feeling better!

I apologize in advance for my answers - these are great questions, but my head empties of all thought whenever I get asked about what I like (unprompted, I could talk all day!).

Favourite characters: I’m happy to see Steve and Peggy interacting with just about anyone from either of their ensemble casts. Sorry I can’t narrow it down further; I keep trying to make a list and I just wind up putting everyone on it. 😅

Favourite things about Steve and Peggy: I love their instant and powerful connection, and the fact that they bonded before Steve went through his transformation. I enjoy the dry, sharp wit that both of them have (Steve’s love language is roasting people, as is Peggy’s!). I love Peggy’s determination to succeed and her elegant style, and Steve’s sincerity and kind heart. I love that both of them were ahead of their time in the 1940s, but still retain some of that timeless vintage appeal.

Elements/tropes/themes: I enjoy witty banter, heartfelt conversations, swoon-worthy romantic gestures, and comic misunderstandings. (Those don’t all have to be in the same fanwork, just a selection of what I like!) Also, I’m always interested in clothes/fashion and food/cooking - love to know what people are eating and/or wearing. 😅

Holidays: Christmas isn’t something I get especially jazzed about, personally, but I don’t mind being vicariously included in your enjoyment of it, if you’ve got an idea that really thrills you.

Definitely don’t feel any pressure to include all (or any) of the above. I’m sure whatever you make is going to be amazing! Thanks for reaching out, and have a lovely day. ❤️

[muffinjai]

Ho ho ho! 🎅🏻 Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah, everyone! 🕎 It’s your favorite little Schnauzer, Santa Paws, bringing you some festive cheer from the North Pole. ❄️

I’ve been busy delivering presents to all the good boys and girls around the world, and I’m happy to report that everyone has been very good this year. 🎁 I’ve also been enjoying some delicious treats, like gingerbread cookies and eggnog. 🍪🥛

I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season filled with joy, laughter, and love. 😘 And don’t forget to spend some time with your furry friends!

P.S. I’m not sure if I’m the best person to be spreading holiday cheer, but I’m trying my best. 😜

MerryChristmas #HappyHanukkah #SantaPaws #Christmas #Santa #Vancouver #VancouverDogs #DogsOfVancouver 🇨🇦🐶🐾 #MiniatureSchnauzer #Schnauzer #SchnauzerGang #TravelDog #GayDog

[micascarvalho]

Ho 🔔 Ho 🔔 Ho 🎄 Santa Claus wishes you a merry Christmas 🎅 from the North Pole ♥️ Enjoy with your family and friends 🥰

[jiacast]

Short Story Day

The Elf Who Dreamed of Santa

Pip was busy organizing the toy parts when something glittery caught his attention. Indeed, it was a magnificent big mirror leaning against the wall, shining gold trim embellishments like Christmas lights. The elf, not busy, elves have time to look at themselves because it is so busy here in getting ready for Christmas. But not today; curiosity came over him.

Pip glanced around to check that no one was watching. Santa and Mrs. Claus were grateful cocoa drinkers in their study, and the other elves were busy testing toy trains. Clear.

Then he popped into position before the mirror and straightened his wee green hat. He squinted while stroking his chin as if he ought to have a huge, white beard. Then, deepening his voice, 'Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!!' boomed forth with a mighty swell.

It did startle him, but not enough not to grin. He grabbed a vermilion blanket and flung it over his shoulders like a cape. Then he stashed a pillow into the lounge chair, taking it for his purposes, having the belly of Santa.

He turned back to the mirror, puffed out his chest, and said, "Have you been good this year, little one?" Then, with a chuckle in his throat, he laughed at his reflection.

“Ho, ho, ho!” he bellowed again, this time with an exaggerated jiggle of his pillow-stuffed belly. "Don't forget the cookies and milk for Santa!"

Suddenly, a quiet clap echoed behind him. Pip froze. Slowly turning, he found himself face-to-face with Santa Claus himself, his jolly blue eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Practicing for the big leagues, are we, Pip?" said Santa in warm, kind tones.

As red as his makeshift cape, Pip's cheeks glared. "I... I was just... uh..." He fumbled around for a sufficient sentence, dropping the blanket and yanking the pillow out from under his shirt.

Santa laughed out loud, accomplishing that hearty shake of his belly, which Pip had only pretended to have. "There is no need to be shy, my lad. You have been a very good Santa Claus. The North Pole could just be a bit more festive at this time of the year."

Pip deemed it best to stay still for a moment and then ventured into a shyer, somewhat awkward smile. "You think so?"

"I do," Santa replied. "Now come and help me out in making it come true. The reindeer need polishing of their jingle bells, and I could use an elf with a Santa spirit-sized heart to help."

Pip's chest swelled with pride. "You can count on me, Santa!"

From that day forth, Pip became known as the most enthusiastic elf in the North Pole, bringing cheer and happiness wherever he went. For his dreams still rode high in longing to one day wear the red suit, yet he knew he was already an important part of Christmas magic.