#holiday hc;

[sxrgeantbarnes]

Bucky’s birthday was the only day he wasn’t expected to help cook/prep dinner. His mother shooed him off after school to do whatever he liked, as long as he was home by lights out. And on the rare years money afforded them cake, Bucky would bring Steve over for a slice after dinner and then run to the theater afterwards with the quarter his dad gave him to watch whatever was playing. After he started working himself, he didn’t have much time to run around Brooklyn on his birthdays. But the extra income meant he didn’t feel guilty for buying himself a movie ticket and a comic book.

[choochooboss]

Kalosian Emmet ideas are very entertaining rn, keep them coming ahah!!

[linipik]

My Secret Santa for Nem! ( @stars-over-ice-cream) hope you have a nice holiday season

Navigating that fine line between enjoying each other company too much and not wanting to strangle each other, finding a way to celebrate the holidays in space✨

and thank you @klance-daydreams for organizing this Secret Santa~

[itsmebeff]

[knight papyrus , dess holiday] learning from the best

[moonsnqil]

just a boy obsessed with stickball

[bananafire11]

merry belated christmas tadc nation

[ilovethenumber9]

[ouaw-facts-i-just-made-up]

During Yule, Gideon ends up getting a lot of coal. People think it's funny because he's a fire genasi and his last name is coal. It is less funny to them when he sets it on fire and throws it at them

[yoru-no-seiiki]

“Lie to me, cheat on me, I don’t care. Just do your job and all’s fair.”

— yandere! rent-a-boyfriend x apathetic! reader

tw/cw: no smut, but this account needs a revive so… reader is gender neutral but i hc them as a dommy mommy. more headcannony than a proper story.

You met him after he managed to con one of your friends at work. Posing as this suave, nice guy, who happened to lack the money to support himself. The one time your friend finally put trust in someone else, that was the time it was completely broken. Turned to ash and bones.

You remember the night your friend came to you, eyes red-rimmed and voice trembling as they recounted the whole ordeal. How he’d slipped into their life so seamlessly, with that charming smile and easy laugh, only to hollow them out from the inside. Every word he’d said was carefully crafted, every gesture perfectly calculated to lure them into a false sense of security. And when they finally realized the truth—when the money was gone and so was he—it wasn’t just their savings he’d taken. It was their ability to trust, to hope, to believe in people again.

And so you decided to take him for yourself.

You remember the look of relief, and then recognition before it settled into confusion with the slight hint of derision.

He was perfect.

“If you managed to fool them, then you’ll do a good job fooling my own parents.”

You needed him. He needed you. It was the perfect agreement. His confidence was alluring as it was powerful. The way he turned heads just by being in the room. And the sex? Simply amazing. I mean, if he managed to make your prude of a friend to buckle then it must’ve counted for something.

Sure, the look in their eyes when you brought him to work one day was horrific. But they’ll get over it you think.

After all, you’d made your choice, and you weren’t about to apologize for it. Maybe it was reckless, maybe even cruel, but there was something about him that kept you hooked. The way he carried himself, all charm and sharp edges, like he knew exactly how far he could push before breaking someone. It wasn’t love, not really, but it was magnetic, intoxicating. Besides, your friend would move on eventually—people always did— it was the natural course of things. You told yourself it wasn’t your responsibility to mend what he’d shattered, even if the shame clawed at you every time their gaze lingered, silent and accusing. You shrugged it off.

But then suddenly he began to act nice? You could feel the gradual loss of his impassivity. How he suddenly became interested in what you were doing, saying and most importantly disinterested in the money you gave him.

“Don’t you get it—? I - I can’t believe I’m even saying this myself - but I love you. I fell for you. And I don’t even know why—“

“Stop.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. A puff of moisture blows through the air as seasons passed and winter has arrived. Frustrated that the one thing you had over him was now seen as no longer valuable. But then realized . . . , “You know what? S’long as it makes the job easier for you.”

With the last smoke from your cigar, you press the tip of it to his nose. Ash, skin and snow collide.

You thought it was better for the both of you. He could have the so called love of his life, and you could spend a bit less trying to keep him tied to you as long as he was useful. However, what you needed from him wasn’t just love, it was strength, not this blubbering piece of mess that kept stuttering the moment you two were left alone.

He was turning weak. Pathetic. Something you didn’t need nor want in a partner.

Too bad he knew you too well. He knew that you were going to leave him behind. He knew that he only had moments to waste before all of this would be over.

So on Christmas Eve, he plans it all out. The meal, the lighting, the music.

He did what he always did best—he made those moments count. His words were sharp, like knives carefully aimed to slice through your resolve, each one designed to remind you why you’d stayed this long. He painted pictures of what you’d lose, of how lonely it would be without him, and how no one else could ever understand you the way he did. His smile was bittersweet, a mask for the desperation lurking underneath.

And it ends with a cheer,

all of this so that he could drug you.

And at last, with a kiss to your lips he mouthed, “Happy Holidays.”

[Author’s Note] Reader definitely comes from a Mafia family of sorts.

[starryowlfella]

Happy Holidays for those who celebrate! And an awesome week for those who don't

Lil au doodle i made at 12am lol- I designed Collie as a literal star with antlers, he's like a walking christmas ornament!

-Hey there, "Santa"~

[toxic-nugget]

warming up sketches

[sxrgeantbarnes]

It’s technically not the Fourth of July here anymore but I never made a holiday hc post so let me just:

The kids in Bucky’s building play with sparklers on the sidewalk and don’t let him get past until he lights one up with them. They hand him two after he agrees (it’s not hard to convince him) and one of the teenagers goes around lighting them all— he watches with a small smile as they ooh and ahh over the sparks. There’s a little girl with a shield on her shirt who tugs on his sleeve and asks him if he knows it’s Steve Rogers birthday today. The older kids laugh, she doesn’t seem to understand why.

He goes out for a while, makes sure he’s home well before the sun sets and people start shooting off fireworks. He passes by the same kids and hands them a new box of sparklers, tells them to light ‘em up for Steve Rogers birthday, before he heads inside.

[shrimploverart]

gaybies for pride <3

[r3nthebirb]

Still settling on a couple designs for the juniors so may do some more spoof sketches of them. Their dynamic is chaotic and I love it

[teethclatter]

Happy Holidays from the Scouts!

Border-less Version:

[rhe77]

Recent drawings