#holiday keepsake

[themandalabloom]

I’m so nervous to share that I’ve opened a new Etsy shop; Mandala Bloom! This shop focuses specifically on my handmade ornaments and delights, showcasing beautifully articulated wire spheres that can transform into dozens of shapes.

As a 6-year Etsy Seller, I've created a new shop because my original shop was focused on bracelets, ornaments, toys, etc, and I found that it was too confusing not only for customers, but for the algorithm as well.

If you like my work, or if it sparked a little bit of joy in you, I kindly ask for your assistance by favouriting my items/shop as this helps it rank better in search and increase its visibility as newly listed items. (ONLY if you find my handmade art worthy of a heart/favourite)

Thank you, and I wish you a fantastic day! <3

[odinstoyfactory]

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[a-dose-of-comatose]

Christmas

Single this year

Mistletoe long wilted

Tree left bare, ornaments dusty

Alone

[quinn-arts]

(via Heart Shape Strawberry Pattern for Valentines Day Gifts Coffee Mug by Amy Quinn)

[hallucinogeniusvmjp]

Magical Ponyo trinket box, hand painted with love and glitter 🫧🩵🌊🐡🐚 This piece is available for purchase on my online store.🫶Discount for 30% off also offered on my shops homepage banner 💖🥰

[noisycowboyglitter]

Get Festive with Nothing For You Ho: Funny Holiday Merchandise!

"Nothing For You Ho!" is a humorous and edgy take on holiday gift-giving, playing on the contrast between Santa's generosity and a more mischievous attitude. This phrase subverts the expectation of holiday cheer with a playful, slightly naughty tone.

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The expression could be used in various contexts, such as on novelty items like t-shirts, mugs, or decorations. It might appeal to those with a sarcastic sense of humor or who enjoy poking fun at traditional holiday sentiments.

In some interpretations, it could be seen as a response to the idea of the "naughty list," implying that someone's behavior hasn't earned them any gifts. The use of "Ho" is a double entendre, referencing both Santa's iconic "Ho Ho Ho" and slang terminology.

This phrase might be incorporated into adult-oriented holiday parties, used in gag gifts, or as part of comedy routines that play with holiday themes. It's important to note that while some find this type of humor entertaining, others might consider it inappropriate or offensive.

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"Nothing For You Ho!" represents a trend in holiday humor that blends festive references with more adult-oriented comedy, appealing to those who enjoy a less conventional approach to celebrating the season.

"Dirty Santa Offensive Christmas" refers to an adult-oriented twist on holiday celebrations that pushes the boundaries of traditional festive norms. This concept combines elements of the popular "Dirty Santa" gift exchange game with intentionally provocative or risqué themes.

Participants in such events might exchange gifts that are humorous, sexually suggestive, or deliberately inappropriate for typical Christmas gatherings. The atmosphere is likely to be filled with raucous laughter, edgy jokes, and a deliberate flouting of holiday conventions.

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Decorations and activities may parody traditional Christmas elements in shocking or subversive ways. Costumes might include revealing or humorously offensive versions of classic holiday characters.

It's important to note that this type of event is strictly for adult audiences who enjoy provocative humor. While some find it entertaining, others may consider it distasteful or offensive. Participants should be aware of the potentially controversial nature of such gatherings.

First Christmas gifts are special presents given to celebrate someone's inaugural holiday season. These might be for newborns experiencing their first Christmas, couples celebrating their first holiday together, or individuals marking their first Christmas in a new home or country. These gifts often carry sentimental value and may

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become cherished keepsakes. Popular choices include personalized ornaments, baby's first Christmas outfits, photo albums, or custom jewelry. For couples, matching items or experience gifts are common. The focus is on creating lasting memories and starting new traditions, making these gifts particularly meaningful and heartfelt.

[sunni-stuff]

Adira and Mama have always celebrated valentines together. And now we have Simon, who in addition to wanting to create a connection with Adira, he also wants to recreate that "love" with Mom. So, this Valentine's Day, Simon and Adira team up to give Mom a wonderful gift!

Valentine’s Day.  

The holiday where people got all sappy, handed out cards, and smothered their significant others with roses and kisses. The streets would be painted in shades of red and pink, filled with the bustling energy of couples trying to outdo each other with grand romantic gestures. 

But for you, Valentine’s Day had always been about something else. Since Adira was born, it became a tradition to celebrate the love of your life in your own way. You didn’t need a partner to make the day meaningful; you had her. Every year, you’d gift her a small box of her favorite chocolates—indulgent, sweet pieces she’d greedily munch on, leaving her cheeks smeared with chocolate and her gummy grin brighter than the sun.  

You couldn’t help but remember the memory of how Adira’s love affair with that brand of chocolate started. Godiva Gold Collection—an unnecessarily expensive, fancy brand that had somehow become her favorite. You still had the box that started it all, tucked away in the closet of keepsakes, its shiny gold lid a time capsule of an unexpected moment from your early days at the daycare.

It was your first Valentine’s Day as an assistant, back before you had your own class. You’d been trying to keep a low profile, just another cog in the machine, but one of the dads had made that impossible. For weeks, he’d been flirting with you, persistent in a way that made you roll your eyes more than blush. Day in and day out, he’d linger a little too long during drop-offs or pick-ups, throwing out compliments like confetti. It was harmless enough, but you never entertained it beyond polite smiles.  

That Valentine’s Day, though, he decided to up the ante. Strolling in with his daughter on one arm and an elaborate, glittering box of chocolates in the other, he sauntered over to you with the confidence of a man who thought he’d already won.  

“I thought you might like these,” he said, handing you the Godiva box with a grin that was probably meant to be charming but mostly came off smug. “Figured you deserved a little something for always being so amazing.”  

You took the box graciously, murmuring a polite thank-you. And that’s when the moment turned unexpectedly sweet.  

Before you could even process the interaction, a tiny figure toddled into the room—Adira, barely one year old, her chubby legs carrying her as fast as they could toward you. Her little hand stretched up, fingers opening and closing in that unmistakable signal: I want.  

You smiled at her, heart melting as it always did. “Of course, little fox,” you murmured, placing the box carefully in her hands. She hugged it to her chest with the kind of pure joy that only a child could muster, her little fingers already fumbling with the lid.

The dad’s confident grin faltered as he watched the scene unfold. His brow furrowed in confusion. “Wait… You give chocolate to all the kids here? Isn’t that, uh, bad for them?” He gestured awkwardly toward Adira, who had now plopped herself onto the floor, fully engrossed in her mission to open the box.

You laughed softly, shaking your head as you stood back up. “No, I don’t give chocolate to all the kids,” you said, your tone gentle but firm. “Adira’s mine.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, and you watched as the realization dawned on him. His eyes widened, darting between you and Adira as if trying to piece together a puzzle he hadn’t even realized was in front of him.

“She’s… yours?” he asked, incredulous.

You nodded, glancing down at Adira, who had successfully pried the box open and was now holding a truffle in her tiny hands like it was a treasure. “Yep. My daughter,” you said, pride evident in your voice. “She’s the reason I started working here, actually. Thought it’d be a good way to balance work and being there for her.”

The man’s face turned an odd shade of red, and you couldn’t help but feel a small sense of satisfaction. He had assumed, just like so many others, that you were childless and ready to play along with his flirtations. But you weren’t. And that, in some small way, felt like a victory.

“Oh. Wow. I didn’t realize,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I, uh, thought you were single. And… you know, childless.”

“Nope,” you said with a small laugh. “Very much a mom.”

He began backing toward the door with an apologetic smile. “Right, well… I should get going. My daughter’s probably waiting for me. Happy Valentine’s Day!” And just like that, he was gone.

Wasn't he holding his daughter?

His swift retreat had you chuckling even as you turned your attention back to Adira, who was now blissfully munching on her stolen treasure. She looked up at you, her grin wide and sticky, chocolate clinging to her growing pearly whites.

“Yum!” she declared, holding up another piece as if offering it to you.

Now, every Valentine’s Day, when you handed her a new box, she’d squeal with glee, just like she did when she was a baby. And every time, it reminded you why you didn’t need flowers, cards, or romantic gestures to make the day special.

Adira was your Valentine. She always had been, and she always would be.

Valentine’s Day had arrived once again, painting the streets with an abundance of roses, teddy bears, and couples hand in hand. The air was charged with the energy of love—or at least, that’s how the advertisements made it seem.

For you, it was a different story. As a single parent, Valentine's Day didn’t come with the same excitement. Instead, it was a quiet reminder of the love you shared with Adira—the kind of love that didn't need gifts or fancy dinners. You had your own little celebration planned with her at home, but first, there was work.

The daycare was closing early that day, giving most of the staff the chance to spend time with their partners. But for the rest of you—those without a special someone—it was business as usual. The meeting, something about the upcoming budgets for the year, was mandatory.

As you wrapped up your workday, you felt a twinge of guilt. Adira wouldn’t have the patience to wait while you sat through the meeting. She never did, and today wasn’t going to be any different. So, in a bit of a spur-of-the-moment decision, you called Simon. He was more than happy to help, even though the idea of being with Adira all afternoon seemed like a challenge. Still, he was eager to do what he could, giving you time to get through the meeting without worrying.

Unbeknownst to you, your apartment was currently in a state of complete disarray.

It all started when Simon, while rummaging through the pantry for snacks, stumbled upon a familiar gold box tucked in the corner. He didn’t know why the sight of the Godiva box stirred something in him, but it did. For a split second, his mind conjured up the idea that you had someone special—someone who’d given you the overpriced chocolate. His stomach twisted at the thought.

Why did that bother him? It wasn’t like he had any claim over you. You were just co-parenting. But still, the idea of some other guy swooping in and winning you over with fancy chocolates rubbed him the wrong way.

The thought simmered in the back of his mind until he turned to Adira, who was running around, triumphantly waving around her Barbie head like a trophy . An idea formed, one that made the edges of his frown soften into something more determined.

“How about we make your mom something special?” he proposed, crouching down to her level.

Adira’s eyes lit up, her face brightening with an enthusiastic grin. “Yeah! Special for Mommy!” She bounced to her feet, already brimming with elation.

“Alright, lass,” he said, ruffling her hair. “We’ll need a plan. Let’s get to work.”

By the time thirty minutes had passed, your apartment was barely recognizable. Flour dusted nearly every surface, glitter and scraps of colorful paper were strewn across the living room, and the faint smell of something slightly burnt wafted from the kitchen. Simon was in over his head.

He had underestimated two things: the sheer mess a three-year-old could create when left unchecked and the complexity of trying to bake cookies with said three-year-old as his assistant.

His phone laid on the counter, a lifeline to Gaz, who had graciously agreed to walk him through baking cookies. "Alright, I’ve got the dough… I think. What’s next?” he asked, glancing at the slightly lumpy mixture in the bowl.

On the other end of the line, Gaz chuckled. “Mate, it shouldn’t look like that. Did you actually measure the ingredients, or did you just eyeball it?”

Simon huffed, frustration bubbling as he wiped a streak of flour off his cheek. “I followed the recipe! Mostly. Adira added her own… interpretations.”

As if on cue, Adira, perched on a stool beside him, giggled mischievously, her tiny hands gripping the now-empty container of sprinkles. She enthusiastically dumped half of it into the bowl, sending a white puff into the air. She giggled uncontrollably as flour settled into her hair, making her look like a tiny ghost.

“Looks funny!” she declared, wiping her flour-dusted hands on his sleeve.

Simon groaned, but he couldn’t suppress the chuckle that followed. “Yeah, you look like you’ve been rolling around in snow.” Glancing at the concoction they were making, pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering to himself, “This is a disaster.”

“Oi, it’s not a disaster,” Gaz chimed in, his voice crackling slightly through the speaker. “You’ve just got… a creative helper. Roll with it. Kids love messy projects.”

As they moved on to rolling out the dough, Adira decided to take charge of the cookie cutters. She pressed them into the dough with all the strength her tiny hands could muster, creating wobbly fox shapes that were more abstract than symmetrical. “For Mommy!” she declared with each press, her little voice full of pride.

Simon’s heart softened at her excitement. Despite the chaos, she was having the time of her life, and he couldn’t deny that it was… fun, in a strange, messy sort of way.

“Alright, Gaz,” Simon said, propping the phone closer to his ear as he picked up a cookie sheet. “What temperature do I need to set the oven at?”

“Preheat it to 350. And keep an eye on those cookies—you don’t want them to burn.”

“Got it,” Simon replied, sliding the tray into the oven.

While the cookies were “baking” (a generous term for the mess he’d shoved into the oven), Simon pulled out some paper, markers, and glitter he’d found in your supply cabinet. Adira jumped in eagerly, grabbing a red marker to scribble a heart on a piece of paper.

“Mommy likes red,” she informed him with absolute certainty, her tongue poking out in concentration as she drew wobbly shapes.

“Aye, red it is,” Simon agreed, his own hands now dusted with glitter as he helped her glue a few sparkly hearts onto the card. “We’ll make it the prettiest card she’s ever seen.”

By the time the cookies were done, the kitchen was a disaster zone, glitter was everywhere, and Simon had flour smeared across his cheek. Adira was thrilled, though, holding up her homemade card with pride.

Simon pulled the cookies out of the oven, sighing in relief when they actually looked halfway decent. Adira gasped in delight, clapping her flour-dusted hands together.

“They’re perfect,” she declared, though one cookie was clearly missing a chunk where she’d snuck a bite of the dough earlier.

Simon chuckled, ruffling her hair. “You’re right, they’re perfect.”

By the time you got home, the chaos was still evident—scraps of paper littered the floor, flour smudged on the counters, and a sticky trail of frosting led to the living room. But in the middle of it all were Simon and Adira, sitting at the table with the slightly wonky cookies and a handmade card, waiting for you with proud grins on their faces.

"Happy Valentine’s Day, Mommy!” Adira exclaimed, jumping up to present you with her card.

Your heart melted at the sight, the mess fading into the background as you took in the scene before you. This wasn’t what you’d expected, but it was perfect.

Your voice caught in your throat as you held up the card Adira had made. The inside was adorned with little foxes, and the words scribbled across the page were a mix of Simon’s careful handwriting and Adira’s wobbly, childlike scrawl. The sentence read: “Call me Swiper because I’ve stolen your heart.”

You couldn’t help but smile, your chest tightening at the sight of it. The card was so simple, yet so heartfelt. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered love from the two people who had, in their own way, quietly wormed their way into your heart.

"You guys did all this…?" Your voice a little shaky, as you looked from the card to Simon and Adira, who were both sitting proudly at the table. Simon had flour on his cheek, and Adira’s face was a picture of joy, her hands covered in frosting and sprinkles. It was clear they’d both put their all into this little surprise.

Simon rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish grin on his face as he shrugged. “Well, Adira here had the idea. I just... tried not to burn the cookies.”

Adira giggled, holding up one of the cookies as if it were a trophy. It was slightly misshapen, with sprinkles all over it, but it didn’t matter. It was perfect in its imperfection. “Mommy, for you!” she exclaimed, her voice full of pride.

Your eyes softened, your heart swelling with love and something else you couldn’t quite place—appreciation, gratitude, maybe even a little awe. The moment was small, yet so significant.

“Thank you, Adira,” you whispered softly, your heart swelling as you knelt down to scoop her up into a hug. She squirmed in your arms, giggling as she wrapped her tiny arms around your neck, her little fingers gripping your hair with an uncoordinated but tender affection.

Simon stood back, watching the two of you with a quiet smile. He didn’t say anything, but the look on his face was enough. He was content, knowing he’d been part of this moment.

“This is the best Valentine’s Day gift ever,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple as she squished her cheek against yours, still grinning ear to ear.

Simon hesitated for a moment, a twinge of uncertainty crossing his face as he stood there watching the tender scene. He knew he wasn’t quite there yet, not in the way you and Adira had been all this time. He was a part of this moment, but he still wasn’t sure exactly where he fit in. His eyes flickered between you, your outstretched arms, and the small bundle of joy that was his daughter, so full of love and happiness—it made his chest tighten in a way he couldn’t ignore.

But then, your words cut through the haze of his hesitation. "Why are you just standing there?"

You were smiling, the playful hint of a challenge in your eyes, but there was something more in your voice too—an invitation. You didn’t have to say anything else; it was in the way you held out your arms, in the way you pulled him in with your gaze.

Simon took a slow, steadying breath, his heart beating a little faster. He moved forward, tentative at first, before lowering himself to kneel beside you both. Adira giggled as he wrapped his arms around the two of you, her laughter echoing in the warm air of the apartment. He wasn’t just trying to fit into a place anymore. He carved one out for himself—right there, with you and Adira. And that, more than anything, felt like home.

It wasn’t the romantic, picture-perfect Valentine’s Day you’d imagined in the past, but it was better. It was real. It was messy, sweet, and full of love. The kind of love that came in small, beautiful moments like these.

And for the first time in a long while, you realized that maybe this was exactly how it was supposed to be.

A/N: I just wanna say rq, I appreciate the love AND to the anon who sent this, your brain needs to be kissed. I said I wasn't gonna do long fics as often but this was too juicy to pass up. Thank you!

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[thenightling]

It's real!

When I first saw a picture of this I thought it was a hoax because it was posted on April 1st. Now I realize it's real. Not only is it real but he's listed on Hallmark's site.

The Sandman Keepsake holiday ornament of Morpheus AKA Dream of The Endless!

Sandman's Morpheus AKA Dream of The Endless holiday ornament!

[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream when they received a flower bouquet from you!

Mark Lee

Mark would be eyes wide but confused because you handed him a bouquet of flowers. What's the occassion? Did he missed something??? Is it your anniversary because he's already mentally preparing an apology if he forgot it. "Mark it's nothing, I just want to give you a bouquet." "Oh. For what?" oh this poor boy is so endearing but you only gave him a smile and explained to him that you just want to. He'll probably let out a small chuckle and gives you a quick kiss as a thank you. 

Huang Renjun

OH the moment Renjun saw you holding a bouquet full of yellow flowers and you hands it over him, trust me he'll be all smiley about it!! He'll admire the way you thought about the bouquet carefully, even asking you where did you bought the flowers because it looks like it's freshly-picked. He'll give you a small kiss on the cheeks and thanks you. Trust that he'll definitely FLAUNT it on social media like...he has too!! oh and he picks a few petals and hides it on his notebook as a keepsake. 

Lee Jeno

He'll be so confused but in a endearingly samoyed-way when you hands him over flowers. He'll accept it nonetheless because it was a HUGE bouquet and he wonders why, "You did a good job on your work, you deserve flowers!" you told him, giggling at your boyfriend's reaction as he stares at the flowers. He'll be confused but the budding feeling of receiving flowers from his girlfriend surpassed it. He'll glance at you and hugs you, thanking you for the flowers because it was a gift from you!

Lee Donghyuck

Thinks that it was so sweet of you that you gave him a bouquet of sunflowers as a gift. He'll be surprised by it but he loves at how you know what flowers you should give him. He'll hug it and would admire it because it was a gift from you! He'll shower you with kisses too! Probably the type to brag it to his other members like,, "do you have a girlfriend that gives you flowers? none? exactly." 

Na Jaemin

Jaemin will be having the biggest smile out of all! He'll feel like a princess when you surprised him with a huge bouquet of pink roses! It's roses and it's pink!! He loves it! Showers you with kisses because you deserve it and he doesn't deserve a girlfriend like you!! Would buy a vase so that he can display it in his apartment and whenever he glances at the flowers, he'll unknowingly smile because of it!

Zhong Chenle

I think that Chenle would be appalled when you handed him over a bouquet. Would be the type to ask you what's the occassion, did he missed some holiday where a significant other is required to give their so a bouquet? You will laugh it off and would tell him that you just want to give him a flower. He'll be so ?? confused ?? with ?? your ?? sudden affection because you're not a gift-giving person but he couldn't help but to coo at how sweet that gesture is. 

Park Jisung

Oh he'll be eyes wide surprise too! It's a huge bouquet! a huge one that hovers on you completely and not even his huge hands can hold the end perfectly. He'll stare at it, probably stunned at the arrangement of the flowers and when it sinked into him that you gave him flowers, he'll ask why. And when you told him that you just feel like giving him one, he'll be so shy about it! But you know that he appreciates it by the way his gummy smile is showing! :<

[pastryfication]

holly jolly christmas

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

part four of my advent celebration

the smell of cinnamon wafted through the air, blending with the faint hum of a christmas playlist that oscar had finally agreed to put on after weeks of your pestering. snowflakes dusted the windowsills of your shared apartment, adding a magical glow to the scene outside. it was cosy, intimate—your first december living together—and you were determined to make it perfect.

you were seated cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by an explosion of tinsel, ornaments, and an embarrassingly tangled mess of fairy lights. oscar emerged from the kitchen, carrying two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. his hair was slightly messy from earlier errands, and he wore a festive sweater that you’d practically begged him to buy during your last shopping trip. you were matching him, a special edition oscar piastri christmas sweater adoring your body that he had laughed loudly at earlier.

“alright,” he said, setting the mugs on the coffee table and crouching beside you. “what’s the game plan here? because this,”—he gestured at the fairy lights with mock horror—“looks like a cry for help.”

you rolled your eyes, trying to untangle the stubborn wires. “the plan is simple: we make the apartment look like the north pole threw up in here. you’re just here to provide moral support and reach the high places.”

he laughed, grabbing one end of the lights and sitting opposite you. “got it. i’m the tall one with good vibes.”

“exactly.” you giggled at his enthusiasm.

for the next twenty minutes, you worked together, untangling the lights with varying degrees of success. at one point, oscar got the wires wrapped around his wrist, looking like he’d been taken capture by holiday cheer itself.

“stop laughing!” he protested, though he was grinning himself. “this is serious business.”

“you’re so bad at this,” you teased, leaning forward to free him.

“you’re bad at supervision.”

you stuck your tongue out at him, and he mimicked you before pulling you into a quick kiss. “you’re lucky i love you,” he murmured against your lips.

“back at you,” you replied, smiling as you finally freed the last knot.

with the lights ready, you turned your attention to the tree—a small but charming one you’d picked out together earlier in the week. oscar grabbed the step stool and started wrapping the lights around the top while you carefully hung ornaments on the lower branches.

“do we really need this one?” oscar asked, holding up a glittery ornament shaped like a gingerbread man that was missing an arm.

“absolutely,” you said, snatching it from him. “he’s a survivor. he’s staying.”

“fair enough.”

the tree slowly came to life, adorned with a mix of sentimental keepsakes and cheap decorations you’d collected over the years. once the final bauble was in place, oscar turned off the room lights, leaving only the soft glow of the tree illuminating the room.

“not bad,” he said, stepping back to admire your handiwork.

“it’s perfect,” you corrected, wrapping an arm around his waist and leaning against his chest.

oscar pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “yeah, it kind of is.”

the rest of the evening unfolded like a scene from a christmas movie. you baked cookies together, dancing around the kitchen to festive music while powdered sugar covered every available surface. oscar proved himself to be a chaotic yet surprisingly effective baker, sneaking pieces of dough when he thought you weren’t looking.

later, you curled up on the couch with the cookies and the remains of your hot chocolate, a thick blanket draped over both of you. the snow outside was falling steadily now, the world beyond your apartment silent and peaceful.

oscar glanced down at you, his hand absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm. “you know,” he said softly, “i never thought i’d care so much about stuff like this. decorating, baking... christmas traditions. but this—” he paused, his voice filled with warmth. “this is different. it feels like home.”

you looked up at him, your heart swelling at his words. “that’s because it is home. our home.”

he leaned down, kissing you deeply, the glow of the tree reflecting in his eyes when he pulled back. “best first christmas ever,” he said with a grin.

“and the first of many,” you added, snuggling closer as the music played on.

in that moment, wrapped up in each other and the magic of the season, you knew this was just the beginning of a lifetime of holly jolly decembers spent together.

[itaipava]

— christmas with f1 boys.

˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS

snow fight: he would take you to make angels in the snow but, when you least expected it, you would be attacked by a snowball and when you looked at him, he would act confused as if nothing had happened, so you take advantage of this moment and play more snow on him, which causes a snow fight. you lose track of time because you’re too busy throwing snow at each other while trying to hide: you laugh so much and have fun like children. after a while, he comes to you: he hugs you and kisses you several times, which makes you laugh even more because his lips are cold. later you go home to watch christmas movies while drinking hot chocolate.

˒ ⌕ DANIEL RICCIARDO

building a snowman: he would be very excited to build a snowman with you and he wouldn’t even try to hide it because honestly he probably waited all year for it to snow so he could build one with you. he would try to make it look like one of his friends but it wouldn’t work anyway. the snowman is a little jagged and deformed, but you two worked so hard on it, you love it anyway. he would let you add the finishing touches like; the scarf, the nose, and any hat you could find in the dorm that would fit your crazy snowman. his name would be from your shipp and he would take so many pictures to always remember this special and funny moment.

˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ

making cookies together: he promises to help you, but he spends all the time with his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches you do all the work by yourself. but after you complain, he helps you cut the cookie dough in the shape of stars and christmas trees, complaining about how cliché it is but still enjoying spending time with you: this moment is so precious and genuine to him, spending this day with you it’s truly a blessing. and when the cookie is done, he smiles and brags about being an amazing cook

˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC

ice skating; he would pick you up on a date, not telling you where you were going; so you would be very surprised when he pulls into the parking lot of an outdoor ice skating rink. it would be all decorated for the holiday with christmas lights everywhere and it’s so beautiful you can’t stop smiling and admiring the place around you. you’d probably need to wear those things kids use and hold so they don’t fall on the ice and he’d quickly grab it for you, trying to hide the smile on his face. he just circles around you while you barely move and try not to fall. when you start to get a little more used to it, he grabs your hands and holds you to keep you steady, looking sweetly at you. asking strangers to take a picture of you two for him to send to his family as a keepsake. then he’d buy you hot chocolate later and walk around town with you until it’s time to go home <3

˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI

going to shop together: walking through the crowded mall hand in hand as christmas music plays softly on the intercoms. after buying some presents for your friends (with you having to help him because he has no idea what to buy) you decide to split up to buy presents for each other; at the end of the day he takes you to dinner in a beautiful and comforting place. he lightly pats your hand on the table as you wait for your food to arrive, enjoying the snow falling outside.

˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON

decorating the christmas tree: he would have all the trinkets and decorations ready when you get there and he would smile a little embarrassed at how excited he is; he would take it so seriously; it would be so cute and precious. he probably has a color scheme for all the embellishments and decorations, so everything matches and that makes you even more enchanted. he helps you to place all the ornaments that are too high on the tree for you to reach; smiling without you noticing because he doesn’t want this moment so unique and pure to end ever. he also loves taking photos of you distracted while you decorate the tree or when you pet roscoe who watches the two of you with curiosity. he also likes to take several photos of the three of you together, to save this precious and genuine moment and to post everywhere — and brag about having a beautiful family.

˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN

making a gingerbread house: he’s the one who came up with the idea and honestly he’s really good at it! he is very focused and silent as he puts the frosting on the walls of the house, but he also gets even more intense and focused as he glues the walls together, whispering something like “no sudden moves, babe.” as if it were the most important thing of all. but of course, he would still have fun with it and mess with you a bit; he probably smears frosting on your cheek or nose and kisses you with the excuse to ‘clean up’ but you two would also discuss how to decorate the outside of the house; he wants to use chewing gum as a doorknob and you want to make one with glace; it takes hours to finish, but once done it looks amazing; it’s a mix of both of your design ideas and you both love it <3

[tink2kagome]

Yandere Christmas Day 1: First Christmas in Captivity (The First Year Squad)

Thank you for letting me participate @yanderecrazysie

TW: choking, mentions of choking, Yandere, mentions of captivity

All characters are aged up over 18

The leather bite of the collar against your throat had you gasping. Someone was pulling it so hard, you couldn’t force out any real words…but you fought harder–as if you could stop your worst nightmare from coming true.

Drunken howls and maniacal laughter mocked your efforts. You looked behind to see who held your leash. Ironically, it was Jack. He at least had the decency to look somewhat shamed at what his mates were doing. But not shamed enough to loosen his grip. 

“You aren’t going to want to miss this ________.” Your gaze swung back to Ace who held a baseball bat aloft, swaying on his feet, his eyes hazy from the eggnog. You lost your breathe as he took a swing at the mirror–the mirror that was supposed to be your way home. But he stopped just short of hitting the glass. You knew he was taunting you. Making you suffer. Suffer like how he thought he was suffering.

You weren’t sure how you missed it all this time: the furtive glances, the longing gazes, and reaching hands. But now it was all so clear. Somehow your closest compatriots were obsessed with you and had finally snapped. It all started a few hours before when you’d run into Deuce and Ace and told them the good news: Crowley had secured a way back to your world. You invited them and anyone else to drinks at Ramshackle in celebration as you packed a few keepsakes. Deuce had brought Jack while Ace wrangled Epel who pulled Sebek along. You all drank and were merry You never expected them all to share a look before Deuce apologized and squeezed your neck, his calloused fingers tenderly but firmly cutting off your air. 

You woke up in the mirror chamber, collared and hands bound behind your back along with your ankles. The rough rope burned as you writhed, but none of your captors seemed to care. Ace and Deuce must have recruited Jack, Epel, and Sebek to help with their scheme. 

“Why?” You’d asked, not yet broken.

“This is for your own good ____________,” Deuce tried to reassure, but Ace had cut in cruelly, “You don’t get to worm your way in our hearts and just leave. Especially not on Christmas.”

Christmas. It was an unfamiliar holiday to you and your world, something Twisted Wonderland celebrated. Apparently it was about joy, goodwill, and peace on earth. You’d even enjoyed the thought of the celebrations before the chance to go home loomed. What a joke. 

Now, Ace stood before the mirror taking practice swings. Deuce stood look out. Jack kept you docile. Epel and Sebek waited, grim faced.

“Stop taunting ‘em Ace.” Epel slurred his words and wobbled. “Just get it over with so we can go home and kick off the first night of Christmas.”

“If you aren’t going to do it, I will.” Sebek’s voice still boomed despite the subdued resignation. 

“Nah, nah. I got this. Excuse me for wanting to savor the moment and really hit home how unkind it was to even consider leaving.”

You garble your response, the leash being pulled too tight. 

“Yeah I thought you’d say that, ______”. 

And then he smashed the mirror. Glass showered. Your heart stopped and your body went cold. It was over. 

But before you had a chance to mourn, Ace had the butt of the bat jutted under your chin and lifted your wet eyes to meet his crazed ones. “And if you so much as even think of looking in another mirror…” He let the threat trail off. 

Then Epel was in front of you, pushing the bat away. “Merry Christmas, honey!” A chorus of joyous “Merry Christmas”es responded. When you said nothing back, Sebek pushed his way to you and squeezed your cheeks in his huge palm. “What do we say, darling?” Another unspoken threat. 

The grip on the leash and collar loosened just enough for you to pant out a weak “M-merry Christmas.”

[sweethoneyrose83]

Wholesome Vampire Couple Writing Prompts

Eternal First Dates: A centuries-old vampire plans elaborate first dates for their partner every few decades as a way to keep the spark alive in their endless romance.

Midnight Garden: A vampire with a talent for horticulture plants a nocturnal garden that blooms under moonlight as a gift for their human lover.

Cooking in the Dark: A vampire struggles to learn how to cook their human partner’s favorite meals despite being unfamiliar with human food.

Historical Keepsakes: The vampire gives their partner unique gifts, each one a meaningful artifact from a different era they lived through, each with a romantic story behind it.

Adopted Family: A vampire couple adopts a human child and raises them, juggling bedtime stories with vampire-related hijinks like avoiding sunlight during school pickups.

Starry-Eyed: They take weekly “strolls” on rooftops or floating platforms to enjoy stargazing from impossible heights, crafting constellations to represent their love stories.

Overcoming Fears: One partner overcomes a fear for the other, like the human walking through a dark forest with the vampire or the vampire trying to tolerate daylight in brief moments for special occasions.

Art Eternal: A vampire artist paints a series of portraits of their lover over the years, highlighting how they’ve changed or stayed the same through time.

Cross-Cultural Holiday: The human teaches the vampire about modern holidays they missed over the centuries, and they create hybrid traditions blending the past and the present.

The Sanctuary Inn: The couple turns their shared home into a safe haven for supernatural beings and weary travelers, bonding over the stories of those they help.

Midnight Picnic: The vampire couple packs a picnic basket and enjoys a quiet moment under the full moon in a secluded forest. They joke about how “romantic candlelight” is unnecessary when you can see in the dark.

Sunrise Love: One vampire creates a special charm or potion that allows their partner to experience a sunrise for the first time in centuries, watching it together from the safety of their haven.

Gardening Night Owls: The couple grows a garden of night-blooming flowers and have a ritual of tending to it while discussing the centuries they’ve shared.

Halloween Fun: They decide to go to a Halloween party dressed as mortals, playfully debating who looks less convincing.

Modern Challenges: One vampire struggles to understand a new piece of technology, and the other lovingly teaches them. The frustration turns into laughter when the solution turns out to be hilariously simple.

Eternal Road Trip: They take a road trip together, traveling only at night, visiting historical sites they remember and marveling at how the world has changed.

Blood Donor Surprise: One vampire surprises the other with a vintage bottle of rare blood as a thoughtful anniversary gift.

Old Letters: They find an old box of love letters they exchanged centuries ago and spend the evening reminiscing.

Music Through the Ages: One composes a piece of music for the other, weaving themes from every era they’ve lived through together.

Guardian Angel: One vampire silently watches over their partner’s descendants, ensuring their happiness and safety without ever interfering.

Cultural Exchange: One partner, from a different era or culture, teaches the other to cook a traditional meal using modern methods, even though neither of them eats it.

Warmth of Love: On a particularly cold night, one vampire surprises the other by drawing them a hot bath filled with rose petals, just to make them feel human again for a moment.

Immortal Scrapbook: They create a scrapbook of the centuries they’ve spent together, documenting everything from major historical events to personal milestones.

Fang Carvings: One vampire carves little mementos out of wood or stone, leaving them as surprises for their partner to find.

Coven Dance: They host a dance for other vampires in their coven and steal quiet moments together amidst the festivities.

[eggos-esper]

Happy Holidays to all the writers in dark places - may you find some seasons’ keepsakes for comfort

[noisycowboyglitter]

"Gnome for the Holidays: 10 Whimsical Title Ideas for Your Lefse Rolling Team Christmas Story"

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Imagine a scene where small, bearded gnomes in festive attire work together to prepare this beloved holiday treat. These miniature figures, donning red caps and cozy sweaters, diligently roll out the thin potato dough, flip it on hot griddles, and stack the finished lefse with precision and care.

The "Lefse Rolling Team" aspect emphasizes cooperation and shared cultural heritage, while the inclusion of gnomes adds a touch of magic and mirth to the Christmas kitchen. This theme could inspire decorative figurines, ornaments, or even a full-scale holiday display featuring a gnome-sized lefse-making station.

For those with Scandinavian roots or an appreciation for Nordic culture, this concept offers a delightful way to honor tradition while embracing the fantastical elements of the holiday season. It's a perfect blend of culinary custom, folklore, and Christmas cheer, appealing to both the young and the young at heart.

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A Norway Xmas Ornament Gift embodies the rich holiday traditions and cultural heritage of this Scandinavian nation. These ornaments often feature iconic Norwegian symbols and motifs, bringing a touch of Nordic charm to any Christmas tree.

Typical designs include intricate snowflakes inspired by traditional Norwegian knitting patterns, hand-painted wooden Dala horses, or miniature Viking ships. Some ornaments depict scenes from Norwegian folklore or landscapes, such as fjords or the Northern Lights.

Many are handcrafted using traditional materials like wood, glass, or wool, showcasing the country's dedication to craftsmanship. Popular colors include the red, white, and blue of the Norwegian flag, as well as natural wood tones.

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These ornaments make thoughtful gifts for those with Norwegian heritage, travelers who've visited Norway, or anyone who appreciates Scandinavian design. They not only decorate a tree but also serve as keepsakes, preserving memories and cultural connections for years to come.

Finding the perfect Christmas gifts for teens can be challenging, but focusing on their interests and current trends can lead to great choices. Popular options include tech gadgets like wireless earbuds, portable chargers, or gaming accessories. For fashion-conscious teens, trendy clothing, accessories, or gift cards to their favorite stores are ideal.

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Personalized items such as custom phone cases or room decor can add a special touch. Experience gifts like concert tickets or subscriptions to streaming services are often well-received. For creative teens, art supplies, cameras, or musical instruments can nurture their passions.

Consider eco-friendly products for environmentally conscious teens. Ultimately, the best gifts show understanding of their individuality and support their interests and aspirations.

[adventures-in-mangaland]

Dead Boy Detectives Fic Recs: Christmas Edition

I've been racing to meet my GoodReads reading goal (lol) so I haven't actually read that many festive fics. 😅 Still, I can't stay away from this fandom, so here are a few recs. Please send me suggestions so I can catch up!

You Were The Heart Of It by dear_monday

A magic spell keeps manufacturing wintery romantic situations for the boys. Great use of holiday romance tropes and love confessions. Plus Edwin being awkward.

I also loved the last chapter of their and two_ravens' wonderful fic Wunderkammer, read it for New Years feels and an appearance by the Mari Lwyd, a Welsh Christmas folk tradition.

Ghost Wine and Keepsakes by Asidian

The boys get a bit squiffy and Charles tracks down a family heirloom for Edwin. Peak gift giving fic, really touching.

The Case of the Enchanted Mistletoe by Asidian

First kiss via forced proximity and a magic mistletoe infestation. Alas, the mistletoe can only be removed via kissing and there's rather a lot of it to get through... Very cute.

The Great Sock Garter Debacle of '24 by Asidian

In which Edwin misinterprets a Christmas gift, leading to kissing and angst with a happy ending. Interesting exploration of cultural differences with a devastating side trip into Charles' canon (self-esteem gift-related) childhood trauma.

All is bright by ghostinthelibrary

Missing scene from the fantastic fic Came up from that lake of fire. Alive again over Christmas, Edwin and Charles both try to recreate each other's Christmas childhood traditions. Kitchen mishaps ensue. Wholesome.

I also really enjoyed beneath the winter snow by the same author, which is a lovely early friendship fic about the boys playing in the snow. Spot on characterisation and early-years lore.

The Christmas Wish Debacle of '23 by Leandra

Charles accidentally wishes himself and Edwin alive again via a magical Christmas decoration. Cue the boys rushing to pack in all the alive-again culture shocks and Christmas/holiday romance tropes they can before the spell wears off. Lovely post canon fic with a fun concept and lots of pining.

above all I want you to be warm by shadowquill17

Alive AU about the boys making out and exchanging Christmas gifts. This is technically part of a series about the boys going to St Hilarion's together and being boyfriends, though it can be read as a standalone. I love how enamoured they are with each other and the gift exchange is lovely.

he's perfect enough without ever dressing up by thegirlofthorns

Christmas jumper fic! Charles attempts to teach Edwin about important Christmas traditions, like hideous jumpers and reindeer. Very cute.

my snowman and me by sunnylemonss

The boys playing in the snow with some Outsider PoV from the perspective of the neighbours. Very cute and I loved the neighbour lore.

Their fic (there's no place like) home for the holidays also sounds intriguing. It's an established relationship fic and Modern/Alive AU about the boys as young adults spending Christmas with Charles' mum after his dad's death. Sounds good!

burning bright by williamvapespeare

An interesting look at the boys' very different attitudes to Christmas with a focus on lights. Really sweet.

Mistletoe by softestpunk

Short and sweet one shot about the Night Nurse and Kashi meeting again at Hob and Dream's Christmas party. Via MISTLETOE. I'm always happy to see more of Kashi and the Night Nurse getting all flustered was adorable. I ship it.

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