#holiday season shenanigans

[writer-of-various]

As another holiday season comes up, I want to do some fun games with yall, polls and quizzes and requests and all that fun stuff. So if anyone has ideas, feel free to let me know. Make sure to check out my account for polls, some of them may be a one day poll (wish there was more options than a day and a week)

Anyways, let's get ready to end this year and buckle up for a new one!

Oh, and keep an eye out Cold War lovers, the Wine Aunt Trio is making a comeback.

[egophiliac]

Hi HAVE YOU SEEN MALLEUS NEW YEAR SSR

once again innocently checking the new schedule only to be hit directly in the face with that famous Twst right hook

M-MY KEEEEEEEEEYS

[starmocha]

Santa baby, you can come inside me <333

*gets placed on the eternal naughty list*

[gothamite-rambler]

The holiday season helps you kids not be complete jerks

Damian: Selina, has anyone ever told you you look like a young Eartha Kitt?

Selina pulled out her phone and glanced at her reflection for a moment. With a skin tone reminiscent of Eartha Kitt's, she had received her fair share of compliments on her beauty. She admired Kitt greatly, but never expected to hear a child reference her.

Selina (surprised): I do?

Damian (sincere): Mm-hm, you're very pretty like her.

Selina (confused): How do you know who Eartha Kitt is?

Damian: I watched some old shows and movies and she was in a lot of them. You don't sound like her, but you're beauty matches her. I... Just wanted to tell you that because you deserve to hear it.

Selina: Oh, um... Thank you. I needed to hear that.

Damian smiled and nodded before returning to his coloring.

Bruce (seeing through his son's manipulation): He's being nice for the holidays, don't fall for it.

Selina (blushing): Hey, it's working.

Damian (while coloring): Well it helps I'm being honest as well.

Damian did mean his compliment, even if it was partly motivated by the prospect of Christmas and Hanukkah presents. The holiday season always filled him with happiness, and he wanted to share that joy with others—though he wasn’t about to fully admit it.

Selina placed a hand on her heart feeling appreciated.

Selina: You get that child whatever he wants.

Bruce (happy, placing his hand around Selina's waist): Oh my goodness... He's not wrong I'll admit, but you're supposed to be strong willed.

Selina (playful tone): Every woman has their weakness. Mine is admiration.

[vincentvalenfine]

solstice kiss

vincent valentine/reader alcohol use, fluff, he just deserves a mistletoe kiss ok? wc: 621

After the festivities at the bar die down finally, late into Winterfest's last hurrah before the solstice ends, you spend the last few sips of your drink giving everyone an appropriate show of affection. Hugs for Tifa, Yuffie, and Barret, a solemn nod and fistbump for Cloud, mane ruffling for Red, and then you're headed out the door to walk home, just a little tipsy. Okay, maybe buzzed... it's a pretty decent buzz. Too bad the cool night air will make it dissipate faster.

A shadow detaches itself from behind a lamppost and begins following silently. You give him about half a block of pretending to be oblivious before deciding to make your move.

(If Vincent didn't want to be noticed, he wouldn't be. A former Turk is much better at tailing people than this, so it's clearly for your benefit.)

"Geeeeeeez, it's just so cold out here! It'd be so nice if some tall, handsome stranger decided to help me warm up..." You talk louder than you know is necessary, and still manage to start just a little when his arm settles over your shoulders with the warmth of his cloak draping there as well.

"You don't need to shout," Vincent says mildly, and you lean into him with a pleased grin.

"Weeeell, no. But it was funny."

He snorts at that, and keeps your tipsy stumbles from dropping you to the sidewalk on the way back to your apartment. The good news is his warmth helps you stay feeling pleasantly buzzed, and at your door the world still has a warm glow to it that'll disappear once you go to sleep. Vincent has already slipped your keys from your pocket to get the door open, giving you the chance to lean into him some more and soak up the feeling of having his arm around you. He's so absurdly dextrous even with that gauntlet, flicking through the keys precisely before the right one lands in his fingers.

"Hey, Vincent?"

He glances down at you while opening the door, brow quirked in wordless invitation to continue, and you wait for just the right moment beginning to step through the doorway. "Look up."

Eyes darting up, and he spies your well-laid trap: the sprig of mistletoe taped to the top of your doorframe inside the apartment, hanging above your heads as you smile innocently. He looks down at you again, brows lifted with surprise while his cowl hides the rest of his expression. It can't hide the color starting to seep across his face though.

"It's good luck to kiss right before midnight on the solstice you know," you tell him with a mischievous little grin.

"That is still five minutes away."

His deadpan tone doesn't deter you, and you slip your index fingers through a beltloop each to pull him snugly up against you. A little grunt escapes him at the move but he doesn't pull away, and his hands come to settle on your waist, though he doesn't yet lean down for you.

"You are still tipsy," he murmurs.

"I like you when I'm sober too, Vincent," you reply, feeling the alcohol's warmth in your chest and your own giddiness at his proximity in your cheeks. He hums quietly at that. Then he leans down finally and presses his lips to yours, soft and fleeting before he's already pulling back. It's not enough, it's never enough of course, but you're still enthralled by the softness in his expression, the warmth in his eyes reserved just for you.

"You will catch a cold like this."

He starts ushering you inside, and even though you pout at him you still let it happen - it's too precious when he's protective of you.

[insert-cephalopod-joke]

Missile Toe? I don’t think so.

[victorluvsalice]

Merry Christmas Ace!

@ace-of-tales You asked for Aziraphale and Crowley from Good Omens visiting Secundus, as you thought Aziraphale in particular would like all the inventions there...and then I mentioned him getting a taste of the March Hare's tarts, and you were like "YES THAT." XD So here that is! Hope you like!

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“Oh, these – these are absolutely amazing! Crowley, you have to try some!”

Alice did her best to stifle a laugh as she watched one half of the newest pair at the tea table go to absolute town on the March Hare’s tarts. “I take it you’re pleased with the vittles on offer?” she commented, leaning on her elbow.

“I think it’s safe to say this is now his favorite part of our trip here,” Crowley replied, grinning at his partner over an untouched cup of tea. “Always been a bit weak for good food, haven’t you?”

Aziraphale shot him a playfully-scolding look. “It’s your fault,” he declared once his mouth was empty. “You’re the one who introduced me to it.”

“Yessss,” Crowley said, smirking back. “Best bit of temptation I ever did.”

Aziraphale chuckled. “I won’t argue with that.” He grinned over at the March Hare. “Genuinely, these are absolutely fantastic. I thought Jane Austen’s tarts were delectable, but these – ! Oh, you can simply taste the love.”

“I make every batch with as much love – and strawberries – as I can fit in them,” March said, beaming back and bouncing in his chair. “Delighted to hear they pass muster! Though not mustard. That’d be horrible.”

“It would,” Victor agreed with a little laugh.

“Oh, indeed – but instead, now you can tell everyone who comes by that your tarts are truly heavenly,” Richard added, giving March a nudge and a theatrical wink.

“Oh, I’m sure they’re much better than that,” Crowley said, picking up a tart and examining it. “You lot are a lot more – creative than Heaven or Hell. Part of the reason Aziraphale and I were so keen on sticking around on Earth – that and avoiding all the nonsense Upstairs and Down. Humans make some fascinating things, when they put their minds to it.”

“I’m a hare,” March pointed out, pulling up his ears for emphasis.

“I think he’s using ‘human’ to mean sapient creatures as a whole,” Alice said, patting his head. “After all, it doesn’t sound like they have anything like you, Dormy, or Cheshire where they come from.”

“Not that I’ve seen – our world is quite sadly lacking in intelligent animals with stupendous baking skills,” Aziraphale confirmed. “I don’t believe we have anyone quite like your ‘Touched’ either, which is a shame. Some of the inventions you have around here are fantastic – that clock tower, for instance, with the giant bird coming out of it on the hour. Most amusing!”

“Oh, Cuckoo Ben? That nearly scared the life out of me when I first heard it go off,” Victor admitted, grinning. “But it is funny, once you get used to it.”

“Me, I liked that motorized bicycle we saw the other day,” Crowley said, with a sharp-toothed grin. “The one that fellow was bragging could outrun any horse. Reminded me of the Bentley, the way he was zipping around. I could something like that while we’re in the city. Get us places a lot faster than that carriage we rented.”

“I’m – I’m rather content with the speed at which our horses move,” Aziraphale said, grinning nervously. “And that demonstration did end with the inventor going straight into a wall. I had to, ah, assist slightly in making sure he didn’t end up in the morgue.”

“I noticed – though I don’t know if you really had to,” Crowley pointed out. “Based on what we’ve heard, these folks could have just shocked him back again.” He frowned, turning his tart over in his hands. “Which – does feel like it should be causing more of a fuss on both our ends. Hell doesn’t like a sinner escaping.”

“And Heaven would be rather cross about the population going down,” Aziraphale agreed. “But I don’t know much about the local theology.”

“We’re still trying to figure that out ourselves,” Richard told them. “The recently undeceased don’t tend to remember much about their time on the other side. What little we’ve gotten out of them makes it sound like everybody gets chucked into a waiting room first.”

“Mmm – meaning the local versions of Heaven and Hell might have already compensated for our propensity for bring people back to life by not letting anyone in until they’re sure they’re dead,” Alice added.

“Maybe,” Crowley shrugged, and took an experimental bite of tart. “Not like I’m going to – oh.”

He stopped, blinking behind his sunglasses. “Oh wow,” he continued, sounding lightly stunned. “This is good.”

“What did I tell you?” Aziraphale chuckled. “Congratulations Mr. Hare – you’ve won over the agents of both Heaven and Hell with your cookery.”

“Excellent – though it does feel like those should cancel each other out,” March noted, rubbing his chin. “Guess we won’t know until I die, though! And get past the waiting room.”

“Which hopefully won’t be for a long, long time,” Alice said, patting his head. “Anyway – is there anything else you two wanted to see while you’re visiting?

“Well...” Aziraphale grinned. “I did hear something about a restaurant where the food literally rains down from the sky...”

[aurora-retainer-silver]

I slept in too long I've been wrapped.

[captainhattersvoyagerstuff]

Hi @25daysofvoyager , chapter two is up.

Chakotay and Kathryn feel the results of Kathryn's wish for Chakotay to not love her.

excerpt:

". . .I told you I thought I saw Q.  Chakotay, I did see him.  It wasn’t a dream.  I made a wish that you didn’t love me anymore.  I think he actually granted it.”

Chakotay tilted his head.

“So this was Q’s gift?” he asked.

“Yes,” Kathryn said.  

Chakotay stood before her, a stranger in her friend’s clothing.

“Then I guess I should thank you both,” he said, and left her.

[sea-buns]

I’m pretty sure I’ve seen murph-ally-lou makjng the exact same expressions as the ones in the first pic of your compilation. Like it’s possible to find a screenshot that would be uncannily similar

Oh for sure. It's kinda trippy how I look at that image and just get such intense deja vu. Like all that needs to change is the set and clothes are BOOM we're there

You're absolutely correct and it's making me wanna scrub through every d20 episode of their table layout to see how many I can gather. And you just know the timestamps for Gorgug insight checks are a hotspot lmao

[cliff-and-the-kid]

"Happy early TurkeyGiving~" on this holiday season. Magnus offers Cliff a turkey piñata. Inside filled with candy for Sierra.

Giving Turkeys IS the meaning of this holiday after all.

Cliffjumper? Sorry, he can't come to the phone right now, he's too busy dying of laughter.

[crystalelemental]

Talking about Christmas with friends, and being reminded that I can't be normal about this holiday.

Friend C: "I like Christmas. It's a nice holiday, I like spending time with family and seeing people get excited when they open a nice gift."

Friend P: "Yeah, like [lists situations this has happened]."

Friend M: "Which I fully respect, but this time of year I don't care for in general. Also it starts way too early and it's annoying."

Me, a problem: "See, there's the issue: you need connection for this holiday to not suck ass. The weather sucks, the music everywhere you go sucks, traffic's a fucking disaster every goddamn day, everyone expects you to spend a billion dollars on bullshit at an already expensive time of year, and the Salvation Army is everywhere ringing their stupid little bells. It's miserable."

Wife: "It's my favorite holiday."

Me: "Yeah, because you had a nice internal time! That's the trick! If you have an internal set of rules with the family it can be great, but unfortunately, my family's norm was that for my combination Christmas/16th Birthday, my family got me one present: a tool kit specifically to help them build a garage."

Friend M: "That's kinda fucked up."

Me: "Christmas is like the board game Risk. No one should be playing Risk, but sometimes you get a group of friends that set an internal set of house rules that makes it tolerable to almost fun, and you wind up playing anyway, and maybe you can lie to yourself enough to pretend it was all worth it."

Wife: "I could never get into it. Risk, I mean."

Me: "There you go. That's why. Christmas is my Risk. Now you understand."

Wife: "I love you."

[thornilee013]

Happy Wednesday!! First of all, how was your convention? Also, I LOVE the fellowship of the ring! I hope that your applications are going well! My week has been busy, I’ve been working basically nonstop! I hope that you’re having a great week!

Could I please get some baby Jean? Congrats on your new writing account!!🤍🤍🤍

prev | Baby Jean

"Of course," his grandmother said, her voice giving away that she knew Jean's emotions at the moment were like a lake in winter, where the ice he had to walk on was freshly formed, incredibly thin, and filled with hairline cracks that hadn't healed yet. "I can't let anyone think I don't spoil my grandchildren," she said with a little huff.

"What's the plan for today, grandmother?" Camille asked, already having obediently placed a napkin over her lap.

"Could we go to the aquarium?" Jean blurted, needing that element of childish innocence to return to himself and his sisters like the lungs needed air.

ALL PROJECT MASTERPOST

[dispatchvampire]

Festive as fuck.

[happywithjd]

Are you stressed that Christmas is in a week yet? Here's how you can survive this week!

Here's a free link if you are not a member of Medium:

https://medium.com/never-stop-writing/dance-and-sing-3a2a216e7dce?sk=bba13d7d1d461369ad67aba90aeae423

[feralxcelestial]

Will this be the year we find matching pajamas for us and our cats and take fabulous holiday family photos to scar the family with, I sure hope so