#holiday crush

[bambiiaangel]

me at the pool when my holiday crush is looking ⋆ 𐙚 ‧₊ ✮ ˚ ⋅

[egocentered]

Here I am again on holidays in my portuguese hometown after an absence of 5 years, knowing our usual little Café had shut down in the meantime. From across the street someone called for us, it's the owners, father and son, that had opened a new Café just next to the previous one.

There we go again, but this time it's all fine since I haven't seen nor thought about the younger owner in a while, I used to have a bit of a crush on him before (of course) but now it's gone, however I do notice how broader his shoulders have become, how he's in an even better shape than before. Still funny, talkative and loud. But that's just it.

But then, one evening when I went there with all my family for coffee, in between two conversations, I catch him staring at me with a soft smile on his lips a couple of times. I could say that I need more than that to excite my fantasies but I would be lying. And it was THAT look, I mean the one men give women when they are pleased with what they see.

Why did he have to give me that look? I was fine, unobsessed, just chilling on holidays with no one on my mind. I was fine! Damn you hot Café guy...

How cute it was this evening, while saying goodbye, we were looking at each other in between kisses to all his family membres, waiting for our turn to come... Pressed cheeks and hands on each other (I aimed for the side of the chest, hmm...firm!) it all went so quickly I don't remember where he aimed to on me. He went outsider, watched me go away under an excuse somehow.

I'm down with him on my mind for weeks, that's for sure!

[wishfulsketching]

Happy (Shimmer) Holidays!

Even the chem baron can enjoy a sudden snow day with his family! Too bad his right hand lady decides to use this chance to have some revenge for all the bullshit she has to deal with

(I wanted to draw this three years ago but didn't get around to do it)

[infizero-draws]

oh oh, she wants me to be loved, oh oh, she really really does

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - Knock You Down!!

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Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

Queen tries to get to Kris with some psychological torment, but Kris pushes through, and the Fun Gang wins! Berdly is also recruited to the team...for better or for worse!

Aaaand yay, this part's all done! Definitely one of the most complex so far, but also satisfying to do a real boss battle!

[dcxdpdabbles]

#holiday request

Another chapter of Alley Boyfriends, if you don't mind, I love it so much. If not, no worries. I love your work and love to reread your stuff. May your food be filling and your bills be paid!

Danny carefully adds the finishing touches to the seahorse he’s carefully designing on the surface of Tim’s mug of coffee. He’s been practicing his latte art because business has been slow at Heart Attack in secret. The previous week, he had seen Tim watching videos of strangers creating works of art using the foams of their coffee with blatant awe.

The Halfa will admit to the sight of wonder on Tim’s face when the flashier artist created swans with colored foam, and his heart gave the oddest flutters. It had been so brief but intense that Danny had feared a new power was unlocking in their living room.

Thankfully, the moment passed quickly, but Tim’s expression lingered in his mind. Danny had abandoned the piano to search somehow for videos of latte art within the next minute of that strange heart flutter.  

Danny had learned how to play from Wes in an ill-fated attempt to get the ginger to date him. Danny hadn’t been able to get the ginger to be his boyfriend, but he learned a skill he enjoyed. His parents bought him a second-hand stage piano that he had used for the few years he lived with them.

It broke sometime in senior year- he thinks Young Blood had blasted him through it- and he hadn’t bothered getting a replacement. Mainly because he couldn’t be concerned, as it was a hobby he hadn’t time to participate in once he got close to graduation. It would have remained a forgotten past time had the apartment not come with the grand piano.

The sound was so much richer, with a resonating tone that bypassed his skin and sunk into his soul. Danny could not let the thing of beauty go to waste. He often found himself sitting on the bench, letting his fingers dance off the keys, finding melodies and rhythms that welcomed him home like a returning hero of a fairy tale.

He didn’t think he was skilled at it, but sometimes, when he played, Tim would move closer. His eyelids would flutter close, lying on the nearby couch and listening to Danny play with a half-smile on his face. Sometimes, Tim would fall asleep, seemingly at peace, as Danny strung through Dance of the Blessed Spirits only a few feet away.

Despite all the coffee Danny had provided him with, Tim was starting to develop a better sleeping schedule. The bags under his eyes slowly faded, and he was physically fit. Tim used their apartment building gym all the time, but his skin was gaining a glow previously not there.

He also seems much happier. Danny checked off another box of Tim being a ghost in development, with his Heart Attack Coffee being a big part of his obsession.  Maybe it would not be his sole purpose when he passed, but Danny suspected that the coffee was associated with a good memory that fundamentally shaped Tim’s sense of self.

Danny didn’t like to think too hard about it. He’s gotten comfortable with death, seeing it as a natural part of life now that he spent so much time around the Death-Brought Ghosts, but the idea of Tim passing always twisted his heart into knots.

Sharp, painful knots that leave him fleeing from the dark thoughts as fast as possible. It would be years before Tim would no longer be part of this world. He had better things to do, like adding bubbles and seaweed around the seahorse and taking time to add as many little details as he could to create the scene of a lovely underwater image.

Danny finishes just as the kitchen clock- an expensive cuckoo clock that had golden trimmings, blending so well with the dark wood and gorgeous forest theme carvings that Danny had fallen in love with the second he spotted it at a street art festival that the pair had stumbled upon during a drive they took. Tim bought it when he realized Danny liked it, and it hung up that night. - goes off with a loud chime.

Another day has officially ended. 

His roommate would be up soon for whatever he does at nighttime, where he vanished for hours, coming home nearly always after witching hours, exhausted and bruised. Danny would linger in the living room for a bit if he was awake before heading to his room with a half-made excuse.

Tim would then sleep for a few hours before he was up again, rushing around the apartment to gather his things and be out for his daytime work. A lot of his job he can do at home, but Tim was important enough that he sometimes had to go to work in person.

In the three weeks that the two have moved in together, Danny hasn’t been braved enough to ask what his roommate did for a living. He knows Tim held some big corporate job- where and what he did there was a mystery- but his second job was vague and downright denied at worst.

Whenever Danny hinted so much about what he was doing at night, Tim moved the subject away. He didn’t flat out deny answering Danny’s probing, as more as he danced around the question so well, Danny found himself waltzing in a different direction before he realized what had happened. Tim had a silver tongue that was wielded like a sword, sharp, cutting, and deadly.

 It was mildly alarming, mainly because Danny had no idea what Tim was involved in. Something big, something likely bad. It could be the only explanation for the large amount of seemingly never-ending funds and the odd hours that Tim kept.

A boring office worker by day and who knows what by night.

He also always came back home half stumbling over his feet. There was even that one time when Tim had been half-dressed, his knuckles split, and hard anger set at his jaw. Danny had been caught up with a new show, only realizing the late hour once his roommate had practically shut the door.

The pair stared at each other. Danny bathed in the glow of the TV while Tim was shirtless and standing in the shadows of the front door. He wanted to ask thousands of questions, but Danny had only lifted the heated blanket- a gift from Tim- when he learned how affected Danny was by the cold. 

Tim’s face softened as he barreled into the warmth and snuggled into the couch cushions, joining Danny in watching a Korean rom-con that the Halfa had been in the middle of. He had no idea what the plot was or who the characters were, but by the end of the third episode, Tim’s head had fallen on Danny’s shoulder so deeply asleep that he didn’t feel Danny wrapped up his knuckles or carried him to his room.

Despite this, Danny didn’t move out. He didn’t stop providing Tim with his much-loved coffee. If anything, he took his worries, boxed them up, and stubbornly turned a blind eye to the worrying signs that Tim was showing.

A door opens behind him. Tim walks out, an overnight bag thrown over his shoulder as he speed walks through the living room. His roommate is scrolling on his phone, tapping a rapid-fire response to whoever he is chatting with. Danny could see the bubble messages screen even if he couldn’t make out the words before sighing. “I’ll be out all night. I’ll probably be back tomorrow around noon.”

A pool of dread piles in his stomach, but Danny pushes it away. “Alright.”

He holds out the mug, drinking in every facial feature shift as surprise blooms over Tim’s face before it melts into tenderness when he sees the shape of the latte art. It was painstaking to learn how to make a realistic-looking one on such a problematic canvas, but Danny is happy he spent time on it. After all, Tim’s favorite animal was the seashore, so he needed to make sure it looked good.

Only a few people knew that from what Danny gathered from Tim's few mentions while working on their three notebooks. He also thinks Tim doesn’t often tell people his favorites, but Danny has been paying close attention whenever Tim reacts positively to the world around him. The way Tim’s eyes sparkled when Danny clicked on a sea documentary where the small, shaped fish had been a main feature. Danny had found it adorable how Tim seemed unaware that he would randomly blurt out a new fun fact about the seahorses in the following few days.

“When you learn to make this?” Tim asks, curling his fingers around the mug. Danny’s heart leaps in his chest at the tender warmth glowing in Tim’s eyes as he gazed at him. Coughing into his hand, he waves his hand.

“I had some time since there hadn’t been a lot of customers lately. Ever since that Dr. Freeze threat, people have been avoiding the café.” Danny ignores the guilt he feels about that.

The other day, his powers had gone out of control after he made the mistake of going too long without using his ice, and when he developed that stupid head cold, he accidentally froze the street.

One coughing session later, the entire neighborhood ran to take shelter, panicking that the rouge had chosen their homes for his newest mayhem. Thank goodness the villain had actually broken out of Arkham the previous day, so no one batted an eye at the fact the ice surrounding a single barista was in the middle of closing up for the night.

“It’s amazing, Danny,” Tim tells him, quickly snapping a picture with his phone before he takes a sip. His eyelashes flutter as he savors the flavor, this one is the original Batman theme coffee that Heart Attack discontinued.

Danny found the receipt in an older binder while doing inventory. Tim had tackled him in an enthusiastic hug the second he tried it and recognized the familiar taste.

“Thanks.” He blushes, trying not to notice that the bubbles have shifted slightly, resembling hearts instead of circles. Moving his eyes away from where the foam disappears into Tim’s lips, Danny mentally kicks himself for being weird about his fake boyfriend’s drinking.

He picks up the mug lid on the counter, turning it around in his hands while Tim takes another quick sip. There is some leftover steam milk on his lips when he pulls away, and the colorful seahorse is gone now. His core pulses, making a shiver run down his spine as Tim’s pink tongue darts out to lick away the teal green.

Danny coughs again as frost gathers on his back. Thank goodness he can feel it on his skin, which means it likely hasn’t passed through his comfortable sweater. He hasn’t told Tim about his powers, and he isn’t sure he wants to.

Gotham is an anti-meta city. Tim was as Gotham as they came. He can’t stand the thought of his roommate growing to hate him, especially for something that wasn’t precisely meta, but was the closest thing he was.

He leans forward, carefully sealing the mug. This was one of Tim’s favorites among his collectible mugs, primarily because it could shift into a traveling beverage holder.

Tim smiles at him. “I’m heading out then. See you tomorrow.” 

“Bye, stay safe,” Danny tells him to walk him to the front door. He stands there, feeling like he’s waiting for something to happen. But he isn’t entirely sure what that is, so all he does is lean against the wall as Tim slips on his running shoes, juggling his drink, phone, and bag. Danny smiles warmly when Tim raises his mug at him in a fast toast before he slips through the door, leaving their apartment with a soft “Sleep well, Danny.”

The wood of their door seals shut without a sound- apparently, the rich didn’t believe in noise because everything in the apartment was somehow soundproof. Tim moved like a shadow, rarely making a sound. Danny, by comparison, sounded like a bull in a china shop.

Once, when Danny apologized, Tim laughed.

“I like it, " he said while lounging in the hot tub on the balcony. Danny was on the other side, the warm water doing wonders for the frost forming at the bottom of his feet.  Thankfully, the water hid it from Tim’s sight. “It’s like you breathe life into the apartment with your noise.”

“Stay safe,” Danny says to the empty apartment. “Come home tomorrow.”

He rubs his face and figures he should head to be. It was ten at night, but Tim clarified that he wouldn’t return anytime soon. He’s tired from the previous three nights when he waited for Tim to come home. Thankfully, his shifts had been moved to the afternoon, so it didn’t mean much if Danny stayed up until three am for his roommate.

He strides by his piano, running his hand along the closed case of the keys without seeing it, for his gaze is locked on the city that glows under his window. It’s been nearly a month, and he’s still not used to the view of Gotham from this height. The penthouse towers over most of Gotham, and the city seems beautiful from up here. A Decorative lie of the danger that waited in the wake of anyone down on their luck.

This place was like a Siren. Beautiful and alluring until its claws and teeth dug into someone’s skin, dragging them to the darkest depths where no one could hear their screams. He prays that whatever Tim is involved doesn’t let Gotham swallow him whole.

 Danny’s fingers accidentally come upon cloth, making him snap his chin down to see what had been placed on the wood and blink at the side of Tim’s discarded sleeping long-sleeve shirt. His roommate peeled it off earlier tonight when he wanted to walk around in his shirt sleeve and flung it somewhere to take a quick nap before he left.

His fingers close around the fabric, slowly bringing it up to his face, breathing in Tim’s distinctive scent mixed with the soft lavender of his fabric softener. Danny hesitates for only a few seconds before taking off his sweater and slips on Tim’s long sleeve, allowing himself to find comfort in the familiar scent surrounding him.

He lets his sweater pool on the floor in the living room as he wanders to his room, crashing under his blankets and pressing the fabric of Tim’s clothes to his face. Eventually, he is lured to sleep, dreaming of playing in Gotham’s largest theater, hands flying over the keys at a skill level he does not possess. He moves with the music, uncaring that the seats are empty except for one.

That one belongs to Tim, who watches him perform with the same tenderness as his latte art inspired, but instead of a drink, Danny’s music causes that expression.

It’s the best dream he had in a long while.

As he dreams, he is unaware of the figure checking in on him, hanging from a grabbing hook near his window. The figure smiles when its white lens notices how Danny is curled up in a ball before it zips to the roof, their cap flaring behind them.

When they land, they reach up to link on their com "Red Robin reporting for duty. Where is Dr. Freeze's last known location? I want him caught tonight."

"Good night to you, too," Oracle responds. "Any particular reason we're in such a hurry for the capture of Dr. Freeze."

"He's making it hard for the hard-working people of Gotham to work," He huffs, knowing the rest of the bats will correctly link his complaint to his roommate.

There is a loaded pause before Red Hood grunts. "I got good news for you then. Dr. Freeze has spotted this very afternoon. Meet up at Heart Attack by Crime Alley to compare notes in an hour."

"I'm on my way."

[causeimanartist]

Prince Eric was cuter as a nutcracker

[ilovethenumber9]

[markscherz]

In which my not-yet-two-year-old son catches a gecko for the first time, and I barely keep it together.

[bansheesofinisherin2022]

speaking of remakes of classic literature: why does no one make a modern take on austen's northanger abbey that parodies the mordern horror genre (as opposed to the gothic satire it initially was)? that could be fun and cute without fucking up the main message

[hellomayu]

i'll be your anything.

[sportsthoughts]

Day 87 of offseason gifs - In The Room S05E05 - the pens throw a party to watch the 2016 superbowl!

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

eclipse makes u a hot cocoa,, and is SMOOCHED!!!! (what happens next will shock you) ...THANKING ur ROBOT BOYFRIEND for giving u a hot cocoa GOES WRONG???? (how many kisses does it take to smother a human being???? we found out...)

aka a small late christmas gift for anyone here who likes my lil Clipsy boi,, drawing this spiraled wildly out of control bc it was only going to be the first three doodles but i was streaming it and my friends went absolutely nuts over Shy Clips Trying To Flirt U so uh. here we are i hope u like it kjsdfhsjdfhdkj

[northstarscowboyhat]

Does older Clover have a special someone in their life? :3

Perhaps.

[savi-our]

Mistletoe with the UT Skelebros (x Reader)

(Heya! I sorta missed all the X-mas hype by a few days but I wanted to post some fluff whilst we're still in that sweet sweet holiday limbo. Hope you guys enjoy! I might do the other skeletons too if requested :)

Sans

It had all been going smoothly up till now. I mean, as smoothly as having a bunch of alternate skeletons under a single roof on Gyftmas eve could go he supposed. 

Nothing set on fire - yet, nothing broken beyond repair - yet, no physical fights…. yet. Albeit he could see some of the more rowdier skeletons already losing their filter due to the excessive amounts of alcohol present, he knew would have to step in sooner or later to break up any potential arguments soon…

Man he was tired, hosting an event this big by request of his brother was taking a toll on his already exhausted state of mind. His one and only conciliation? You.

You had been flitting about the party, mingling and exchanging gifts as you went, trying to keep everyone safe and happy and Sans couldn't help but grin at the sight of you. It reminded him of why he had fallen so quickly and so hard in the first place.

You were a breath of fresh air, a peaceful moment in the ever present chaos of his life, could you really blame him for wanting more? More of you, more of those shared moments he had been lucky enough to steal with you?

He was getting ahead of himself, maybe it was the drinks talking. He should check the dining room again and see whether or not everyone was still playing nice there.

Just as he was about to do just that, the call of your voice stopped him in his tracks, he turned, noticing the small box in your hands and the slight flush of your cheeks.

“heh, what's up kid?”

Just as you were about to respond, your gaze had caught something, you had frozen in place, eyes widening at something… above him?

Mistletoe.

Oh man

He froze as well, already making up several reasons in his head why he should just play it off and go on his merry way before he did something to ruin his friendship with you before actually looking back down at you.

Man you were a sight for sore eyes.

…Could he maybe indulge? Just this once? Just this once he could forget about everything and just… enjoy the moment.

The abashed smile on your face told him you probably wouldn't mind and he wondered if he was really that lucky?

He leaned in, inexplicably drawn towards your warmth, and you did the same. He hesitated one last moment, but then he realized he probably wouldn't be able to live with himself if he chickened out now, and that had sealed the deal.

It was a small but soft peck on your lips, his eyes lidded as he watched your reaction, the blush on your face making his soul thrum. The loud cheers around the room seemed to have snapped you out of the moment and you flustered at being seen by so many, but he didn't, he couldn't, how in the world could he when all he could see was you?

Before you could run away in your embarrassment he leaned in again, almost too quick to catch, and he stole another kiss from your lips,- the feeling of the soft gasp of surprise coming from you and fanning over his teeth making his head spin and making him quickly take his leave. He hoped you would forgive him, he couldn't help himself, not with how brightly you looked at him with the holiday lights all around you.

Papyrus

Papyrus hummed in contentment, his bright eyes flying over the brightly decorated room in satisfaction as he placed an empty box down on the floor. His hands rested on his hips as he looked over his work.

It was perfect, he'd make sure to triple and quadruple check. A vision of Gyftmas cheer, holiday lights, candy canes, stockings and thistles neatly organized and placed around the room.

He wanted it to be perfect, no, it had to be! You were joining them this year after all, and Papyrus couldn't bear the thought of everything being less than superb.

He wondered if your expression would light up just like the gyftmas lights, if you would turn to him with that perfect smile on your lips and compliment him with that stunning look in your eye. The thought made his cheeks warm.

He was excited, so excited to spend the evening with you, he had big plans after all. 

His eyes turned suspicious, glancing this way and that for any sign of the others before quickly making his way through a practiced and mentally rehearsed route through the house.

Living room entryway? Check, Kitchen door? Check, Hallway exit? Check, Back door? Check.

…Hmm, maybe he should add some more, just to be safe.

He returned to the inconspicuous box laid neatly out of sight in the corner of the hallway and opened it, grabbing a few branches of the spindly green plant that he had taken the time to wrap in neat little red bows.

He had found the tradition a bit odd at first he admitted, but then he saw how delightfully charming it was in one of Mettaton's FULL VOLUME GYFTMAS SPECIALS, and he thought it had been a perfect chance to finally confess his feelings to you. It's been rather recent that his feelings of best friendship had morphed into something… more, something soft and exciting, something that made his soul thrum vividly every time he laid his eyes on you.

He had wondered if he was sick at first, it wouldn't be surprising considering the weather they'd been having, but after several hours of arduous researching online for the supposed cause he had come to a realization. He had looked through his bookshelf then, dusting off his older volume DATING MANUAL with a warbly grin.

He wanted to confess, wanted to see the look in your eyes when he did, he wondered how you'd respond, the thought made him a bit nervous. It had to be perfect.

As he placed the mistletoe branch on one of the other entryways in the house- deftly balancing on the small stepladder he had kept for purely such an occasion, he hadn't noticed the padded footsteps behind him.

It was all so sudden, a quick and cheery greeting, a startled yelp, a clattering thump, a rushed reflex to grab you and break your fall.

Papyrus stared down at you, his hands protective around you as both of you stared at each other in a moment of stupefied silence.

He snapped himself out of it, already rushing to apologize, to check you for injuries, to make sure you were safe, oh stars, he hadn't hurt you in the fall did he?

You started laughing and the sound knocked him out of his anxiety, it was such a pretty sound, he almost lost his train of thought. He stared at you once again, still leaning over you on the floor as you fell into a fit of giggles and he couldn't help but sigh dreamily. You were perfect.

It was then your eyes had turned to something over his shoulder, briefly widening and then turning towards him, a soft flush in your cheeks. He wondered what you were looking at, and just as he was about to turn, the warm touch of your hands on the sides of his skull made him freeze in place.

He couldn't resist it, the pull of your arms softly bringing your lips to his teeth, gaze soft and warm, the feeling made his spine prickle.

He had leaned in, enchanted by the feeling, enchanted by the sight of your warm affection, the feeling of your lips, the warmth of your slightly shaky breath.

It was perfect, even if his plan had failed even before it could begin,- but then how could it not be, when you were the one he had fallen for. Quite literally in fact.

[napping-sapphic]

Ah yes december time to spend all of my time daydreaming about holiday themed dates despite being single