#how many versions of jingle bells is too many

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We aren’t talking enough about the player’s song choices on A Very Wild Christmas. I need to know who picked Mistletoe by Justin Bieber and who the big Céline Dione fans are (probably the French-Canadians). Also the European songs go hard, I love that they’re represented

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After Party

NSFW 18+ male minotaur x female reader

Contains: drug use (sort of), overstimulation, talk of breeding, size difference

Word Count: 4603

Lore/World-building prompt

After your company Yuletide party, you head out to the mixed species club. Even though it is not your usual scene you wind up going back to a minotaur's apartment for the night. A minotaur's cum is said to have euphoric magical effects and you are about to have a first-hand experience.

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The walls of the club throbbed slightly offbeat with the flashing red and green lights. On the dance floor, bodies writhed to the pulsing beat of the music, so loud that they felt the tone vibrate their bodies to a rap version of Jingle Bells. You watched the moving mass from a stool on the edge near the bar. Some work acquaintances had invited you out with them after the company Yule party, but this was not your usual scene. Perhaps that is why you ended up as the designated sober person and drink watcher. Perhaps your acquaintances had planned it that way, but you’d rather not think about it at the moment.

Your eyes swept over the crowd, picking out two of the three people you had come with. Yet, you could not help but be drawn to the sight of the others on the floor. The monsters. Many of the monsters stood out against the crowd of humans. Larger in size or with noticeable horns or tails. Mixed species bars and clubs were becoming more common ever since the tension with the monsters from the other side of the Rift had given way to peaceful acceptance.

You saw a naga dancing with a woman, her long snake lower half undulating around her partner sensually. A werewolf ground against the rear of his dance partner, advertising the goods under his pants. Dancing with one of your co-workers was a faun, his hairy hands roaming over their lean body suggestively.

Your legs rubbed together with desire. There had always been something about monsters for you. They were just better, more alluring, than humans. Maybe it was the forbidden aspect, how those relationships still broke boundaries even in this peaceful age. Not to mention how fascinating their cultures were, and their biology and magic were outstanding in your eyes. Such variety. Not that you had ever experienced anything with a monster beyond a short kiss with the siren dimensional exchange student in high school during Spin-the-Bottle.

Across the dance floor, your eyes made contact with a massive bull minotaur. The air left your lungs, and your core clenched with want at the sight of him. He was leaning against one of the small tables with a drink in his hand, an orc and an elf were next to him, surveying the stock of potential partners in the club. All three were wearing Santa hats and modified business clothes. They must have come here after a work function, too.

“What is a beautiful thing like you doing sitting over here,” a voice asked, a body suddenly pressing against the space beside you.

Glancing over, you saw what had to be a Hollywood cutout of a human pick-up artist leaning against the wall. One of his arms was above his head to take up more space and allow him to lean into you. With that one move, he successfully trapped you between him and the small table on which your and your acquaintances’ drinks sat. It was so intentionally casual that he had to have practiced it. Lame.

“Not interested,” you immediately told him, returning your gaze across the club. The minotaur you had locked eyes with was gone.

“Hey, hey, don’t be like that, babe,” the man said, reaching across your field of view to set his drink on the table. “Come on. Are you feeling self-conscious? That shirt may make you look fat, but the color really brings out your gorgeous eyes.”

You gave the man a look of disgust. “Did you really just try to neg me?! Go away.”

“Don’t be a bitch, that was a compliment.” He went to grab you, but suddenly, a large, meaty hand covered in short black fur wrapped around his wrist. The minotaur from across the club.

“Pretty sure the kyría told you to go away.” His voice was low and deep, almost lost among the throbbing bass of the music, but its edge was just threatening enough to reach their ears.

“Let go of me, animal,” the pick-up artist hissed, struggling vainly against the minotaur’s grip.

“What is in your hand,” the minotaurs asked, not even acknowledging the man’s words. Forcing his hand open, the minotaur pulled out a small bottle of white liquid. Taking it from him, the minotaur sniffed the half-empty bottle. “Really, you spiked her drink with this fake minotaur essence bullcrap?”

“What,” you exclaimed, outraged. “You were trying to drug me?!” Without thinking your foot shot out and nailed the desperate pick-up artist in the stomach. “Get the fuck out of here before I call the Wardens!”

The minotaur released the human as he clutched his stomach in pain. “Fucking cow deserves a beast,” he muttered just loud enough for them to hear as he scurried away.

The minotaur snorted, his hoof scraping the ground, causing the pick-up artist to run all the faster. You flipped off the human before your attention returned to the minotaur towering before you. “Thanks.”

“Minotaurs are guardians,” he said as if that explained everything.

“I thought that was just a stereotype.”

The minotaur smirked, lowering his head, and he spoke into your ear. His low voice resonated in your bones even more than the music. “True for our mates.”

Your face went brick red, your core clenching with desire at his suggestive words.

“Oh,” you managed to squeak out, the noise lost amongst the music. Your face was red hot. In an attempt to cover your sudden inability to speak and cool your face, you reached for your drink.

Then the minotaur’s large, callused hand covered yours. “Hold on, ómorfi̱ kyría; the bastard spiked that.”

“Right,” you replied, your brain still trying to catch up with the attraction and swirl of emotions you were feeling from being flirted with by such a prime specimen of beef. “With the fake, uh, minotaur essence.”

“Exactly, a low move. A woman like you deserves the authentic stuff straight from the source.” He chuckled and leaned in to speak into your ear. “So, can I get you a drink?”

Your mind went blank. No one had ever been so smoothly direct with you before. You weren’t completely sure how you responded, but you felt your mouth move. The minotaur grinned and tugged at your hand, leading you through the press of people. The next thing you knew, the cool night air hit your face, the city night blessedly silent compared to the pounding music of the club. The winter air helped to clear your head.

“My apartment is not far if that is alright with you,” the minotaur suggested as you walked. His low voice stood out even more without the pulse of the music.

“I…that’s fine…”

“There is no pressure, kyría. We can get a hotel room if that is more comfortable for you.” He gestured down the street where a few hourly hotels were set up for people leaving the clubs.

“No, it is fine…I’ve just never done this before.”

“Have sex with a monster or just a minotaur?”

“Well, yes to both, honestly, but more gone home with a stranger from a club. I typically don’t go out to clubs at all…” As you confessed, you felt even more awkward. What were you doing? This was silly. You didn’t even know his name.

He gave a nod. “You are not obliged. I would have stopped that man without wanting you as well. You are beautiful, but you do not owe me.”

A smile came to your face that was sweet of him, something that many humans could not grasp. “Thank you. I-I would like to continue, though. I am simply outside of my usual comfort zone. I am sure once we start, I will feel far different.”

The minotaur nodded again. “Do not be afraid to speak up if you feel uncomfortable. Despite what people say, we are not mindless rutting beasts…unless you want me to be.” He winked. The blush you had felt in the club reentered your cheeks.

As you walked, a crowd of drunken people approached, forcing you to move closer to the minotaur. His hand stretched out and wrapped around you, his strong hand gripping your hips as he pulled you close. A snort left him, steam billowing from his nostrils, the sight causing the drunks to back up and hurry along. Even when the group was long gone, his hand did not remove itself from your body but settled on your waist. Its heavy weight was titillating, reinvigorating your blushing desire. Under the pretense of keeping warm, you pressed against him further.

It was not long before you arrived at his apartment. At most, it was a ten-minute walk from the club and one of the apartment buildings recently renovated to accommodate the needs of monsters. Even so, he still had to duck to enter the elevator or risk catching his horns. As the elevator rose, the massive hand on your waist began to roam. His thick fingers ran along the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath it to tease your skin. The palm of his hand slid down and cupped your ass cheek with a gentle squeeze.

You bit your lower lip but couldn’t suppress the soft squeak of pleasure from your throat. He massaged your ass, his thumb rubbing circles around the end of your spine. While you were still a bit nervous, the arousal you were feeling started to override it. Glancing over at him, you slid your hand up his strong arm, feeling the powerful muscles underneath his short, bristly fur.

“You like that kyría,” he asked, pulling you closer to him. Two of his fingers slipped between your legs and rubbed your quickly swelling lips through the cloth of your pants.

“Yes,” you groaned, grinding against his fingers lightly. Glancing down, you saw the bulge in his pants growing. You were about to fuck a monster. A minotaur. Anticipation mixed in with the nervous arousal.

A smirk graced his snout, his ears flickering with delight. If a bull could purr he did so, “Good.” 

The ding of the elevator barely registered in your head, but the minotaur dragged you down the hall to his apartment. For his size, the apartment looked small, though that could have been due to the larger-than-normal furniture taking up more space. But you weren’t allowed more than that cursory glance around before his hands were on you again. His hands rubbed against your body before lifting you up. He put your ass on the high kitchen table as he spoke low in your ear. “You said you had never been with a minotaur before. You might struggle to articulate things after catching a whiff of my essence. What are your boundaries?”

It took a moment for your mind to recognize what he was asking. Plucking the Santa hat from his head, you tossed it to the side as you answered. “No butt stuff. Not too rough.”

“Dirty talk, alright? Talk of breeding?” He squeezed your clothed breasts, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples, which were already rock hard.

“Nothing degrading, but yes to both otherwise.” You ran your hands across his broad chest, feeling his strong pectoral muscles flexing under your touch. Many beastfolk, like minotaurs, had a breeding kink (though perhaps it was simply vanilla for them), and you wouldn’t deny the appeal of that language either.

“Inside or outside?”

“What,” you asked, pulling back a bit confused.

“Inside,” he dipped his hand in between your legs, “or outside?” He drew his hand up and splayed it across your stomach.

His cum. Where did you want his cum? Your face went deep red again. Taking a long breath to steady yourself, you managed to get your reply out without too much difficulty. “I’ll take some night tea. So, don’t just talk about breeding me; actually do it.”

A low bellow of want released from him, his nostrils flaring. “Careful, kyría, words like those really will turn me into a rutting beast.”

You were about to formulate a reply when he lifted you from the table. Your legs wrapped around him as he carried you to the bed. Oh, it was a studio apartment that made sense with his horns - fewer doorways. Setting you on the bed, his large fingers fumbled with the small buttons of your shirt.

“Let me,” you told him, quickly unbuttoning your shirt and pants. He watched you remove all but your underpants, his ear twitching and tail swaying with interest. The red of embarrassment began to grow once again under his desired gaze.

“You know,” he said, removing his shirt and revealing his thick, muscled form. “I love how shy humans get about sex. It is cute seeing your face go red.”

He kneeled on the bed, his large, heavy body pressing you down. A wet nose brushed against your cheek. “Now, I will turn the rest of your body red by breeding you all night.”

Your shy nerves hit a tipping point, not to where you withdrew but where the reality crashed upon you. This was happening; this was truly happening. You were going to fuck a minotaur. An excited grin came to your face. 

Lifting your hand, you touched the side of his face and pulled his snout to your mouth for a kiss. His broad tongue plunged into your mouth, overwhelming you quickly. Your tiny tongue could barely fight against him, but you managed to rub it back and forth against the underside of his tongue. He pulled back from the kiss just as you ran out of air. A thick strand of saliva connecting your mouths together broke, landing against your chest. The minotaur huffed, his ears twitching with excitement.

His large hands gripped your body, one holding your thigh, massaging the generous flesh, and the other engulfing your breast. “Mmm, look at these. Your tits are so lovely. I could suckle at them for hours.”

Lowering his head, he took your other breast in his mouth. His lips pulled on your nipple, sending shocks of pleasure through your body. His fingers rolled your other nipple between them, tugging occasionally. He settled into a rhythmic sucking as if he was trying to milk you.

Under his touch, your body writhed, hips rolling underneath him as your pussy swelled with need. Your dripping core brushed against the large member straining in his pants, providing delicious friction.

With a pop, he released your breast from his mouth. The viscous saliva tingling in the cool air of his apartment. “Beautiful.”

He cupped both of them in his hands, massaging the globes, his thumbs circling your nipples. “But just imagine them full of milk. Heavy and swollen. Leaking. I’d hand-milk you every morning while slowly filling you with my cock.”

You moaned at the thought. His hands slid down to your hips. Sliding his thumbs under your panties, he lifted your hips into the air as he pulled them off. Your legs settled around his neck—your slick, swollen core inches from his snout. His broad tongue swept out in a long lick that touched every part of your dripping lower lips. A huff of hot air rushed over your aching clit as he snorted with pleasure.

“Damn, you taste sweet.” His tongue dove back in. Long, slow, broad licks that savored your taste. It felt so good but wasn’t quite enough to make you come. Then you felt his tongue press inside of you. That muscle alone stretched your inner walls; it was as big as most human male members itself. With the same deliberation, he fucked your dripping hole with his tongue. The tip of his tongue pressed against that perfect spot within you, and your vision went white as you came hard across his tongue.

The minotaur pulled back, licking his lips with satisfaction. “Delicious.”

“I--I thought you were going to breed me,” you said with panting breath as you came down from your orgasmic high.

“Oh, that is next. But a woman like you deserves the effort of making you orgasm without the influence of my cum.” Carefully, he lifted your legs off of his shoulders and set your ass on the bed. Standing, his gaze fixed you in place as he pulled the ties of his pants. He was not wearing anything underneath.

His jet-black fur went all the way down his body, covering the heavy ballsack between his furred legs. Jutting out of its sheath was the only bare skin - his meaty cock dripping with precum. The scent of the precum reached your nose. The musky aroma immediately entranced you. Your body was already flushed with arousal, sensitive from orgasm, but you shuddered with pleasure at the mere scent. What would it be like to consume it? 

Eyes dilating, you focused on the magnificent source of the musk. Reaching out, your fingers touched the searing heat of his thick member. You couldn’t even wrap your hand all the way around. Before you could lower your head and press your lips to the flared head of his member, the minotaur’s hand cupped your chin and forced you to look at him.

“Last chance to back out, kyria,” he warned, “trust me. Once you have a taste, the essence will take full effect.”

Blinking, you realized that, indeed, you had so quickly succumbed to his musk that tasting his cum would put you in a state unable to express yourself except in pleasure. “You’re sweet,” you told him with a smile, “and I intend to take you up on that offer of a drink from the source. You’ll have enough to breed me afterward, right?”

The minotaur grinned and released your chin. “I guarantee you will be thoroughly bred.”

Still smiling, you lowered your head to his weeping member. White beads of his manly minotaur essence drew your eye. Leaning forward, you pressed a gentle kiss against his glands. The scent was overwhelming, and you had to taste it. Opening your mouth, you notice that the creamy precum washed over your tongue. It was salty yet had a rich flavor you found hard to describe. 

Even more indescribable was the sensation of the essence taking hold on you. Almost like breathing in peppermint a tingling sensation coursed through your head, energizing you. Yet, like hot chocolate, the whole round flavor washed over you like soaking in a hot bath as your muscles relaxed. The combined sensation was a lethargic yet ever-present need for the succulent thing in front of you - cock. You needed cock.

With slow movements, as if in awe of the member before you, you began to lick and suck at his cock. You had to get more of that wonderful essence within you. You needed it within you, on you. Your body craved his cum.

Your hands pumped along his length as you tried to work his cock into your mouth. The essence leaking from his tip worked its magical effects. Relaxing your jaw and tongue but also allowing them to stretch past their usual boundaries. Soon, you were bobbing your head. There were still physical limitations, even with his essence easing the way, but you managed to work a good third of his cock into your mouth and down your throat. Usually, you’d choke on something this big, but with the magic of his essence, your throat had become an accommodating zone of pleasure - for both him and you.

His large hand gripped the back of your head, guiding your motions. A snorting grunt of pleasure escaped him. “By Asterion, your mouth is magic kyria. ”

Your hands continued to pump the rest of his length. His was hot and pulsing under your fingers. He forced your head back and forth faster, fucking your throat. Suddenly, his searing essence poured down your throat straight into your stomach. You moaned around his cock, your hands continuing to pump him, as you were rewarded with three more spurts of his creamy cum.

With a pop, the minotaur removed the still-hard cock from your mouth. It felt like you were floating. Drunk on his cock. High from his cum. You reached for his cock once more. You wanted to worship it. You could spend hours sucking him off until his cum bloated your stomach. Yet, he pulled you away and up into his arms, your needy pussy spread wide as your legs were situated on either side of his body.

“No, no more in your mouth. I am going to breed you now, kyria. Your pussy will be overflowing with my cum.”

Oh. That did sound better. Your aching pussy filled to the brim. Cum in its proper place.

His thick cock rubbed along your pussy. You ground against it, the remainder of his cum spreading across your slick folds, starting its magic to make him fit inside of you.

“What an eager mate,” he commented, letting you cover his member with your needy juices. “Look at your beautiful body flushed red for me.”

“P-peas,” you grounded unable to pronounce your plea correctly with how far your mind was gone.

“You can still speak? I’ll have to fix that.” With a grin, he stopped your hips’ grinding.

Dragging your body up, he positioned the wide head of his cock against your dripping hole. Achingly slow, he pressed inside of you. His wide cock stretched every part of you. A deep, throaty moan left you as the thick rod hit your cervix. He was barely halfway in you. The minotaur pulled back his cock, scraping your insides. 

“Nooo,” you moaned as the wonderful fullness left you. He stopped with his flared tip, just barely inside of you. Then with a swift motion, he forced you down onto his cock. 

Your mind went blank from the pleasure. Everything else faded from your awareness. All there was, was the minotaur holding you and the hot cock within you. 

Your inner walls pulsed with orgasm, but he continued to move your hips up and down his length. His essence was slowly opening your needy pussy to his huge cock, but the remnants from your blowjob weren’t enough. You needed more in order to take him all. And he was all too happy to provide.

With a bellow, he forced your hips down as far as they could go as he dumped another round of cum into you. The searing hot cum filled your hole, prompting another orgasm from you. A wordless scream of pleasure left your throat. Your naked body pressed against his fur-covered chest, your fingers gripping his hard muscles.

Yet, even as you came for the third time that night, you wanted more. You tried to beg for that. Plea for more. But as he had promised, words were wiped from your mind. As your lips formed the “mm” all that followed was a long, deep moan. “Mmoooo!”

“There we go, kyria. Give in to the pleasure.” His member was still rock hard inside of you. Shifting your body, he laid you on the bed, his cock never leaving your pussy, so his cum was sealed inside of you, working its magic.

“This is why I love humans. Shy at first. Watching breaking you down until you give into your true nature.” As he spoke, the minotaur maneuvered your legs and hips until he was holding you down in a mating press, his hand holding your arms down so all you could do was receive him.

You tried to beg again, but all that came out was another moo-like moan. He chuckled, the vibration coursing through you, causing a whimper. Leaning over you, he pulled your ecstasy-addled face to his, dominating you with a kiss. “Pleasure-drunk, breeding cows.”

His cock pressed further into you as the cum worked its magical effect. Deliberate, unyielding pressure let his thick, meaty rod sink into your body. Half his cock. Three-quarters. Seven-eighths. He pulled back to the tip. Then with a mighty thrust, his cock hilted in your pussy, his cum squirting out.

The minotaur jack-hammered into you. His balls, heavy with thick cum even after two orgasms, slapped against you. All of it. You wanted all of his cum. He was right. This was your true nature. This is what you wanted all along. To be a pleasure-drunk breeding cow for a minotaur. With breasts swollen with milk for your calves. Your bull filling you with his cock as he milked you.

“Fuck, kyria, your cunt is sweeter than a purebred Bova. I’ve never had a human take me this well.” His hips stuttered as he came once more. You screamed as you came along with him. Your eager walls milking the cum from his cock.

He let your cream-filled pussy rest as he sat on his hooves, his eyes staring at the cum bubbling from your hole. You stared at the ceiling, your chest heaving with effort. Your body limp from both pleasure and the cum’s magic. Slowly you were able to lower your legs, causing a stream of cum to pour out of you. With shaking hands, you reached down and stroked your swollen abused lips spreading his cum around. Once your fingers were covered in the sticky cream, you lifted them to your mouth.

Tongue lolling out of your mouth, you greedily sucked your fingers clean. The minotaur grunted with amusement. Managing to glance at him, you saw his cock half deflated but now regrowing to full size. Grabbing your ankle, he turned you on your hands and knees. Without prelude, he slammed himself into your pussy once more.

“You have turned me into a rutting beast, kyria,” he told you between thrusts. His huge hands reached around you to hold your breasts. His powerful fingers twisting and tugging on your engorged nipples.

“If this were the old days, I would whisk you away. Guard your fertile body to ensure you only carried my calves. My own personal breeding cow. Milk you when our calf was weaned to keep the milk in you, then breed you over and over. Start a herd.”

You were helpless beneath him. All you could do was moan and pant underneath him. All you could do was receive his cock and cum with ecstatic joy.

Several orgasms and about an hour later, even the mighty virile minotaur was spent. You were filled with his cum, but the effects of it were beginning to fade as you laid on top of him in the bed. His powerful arms were wrapped around your waist possessively. Your hands mindlessly stroked his fur as his chest rose and fell beneath you.

“Are you alright, kyria,” he asked, his massive chest rumbling under you. “I didn’t go too hard, did I?”

“No,” you replied, nuzzling into him, too tired to elaborate at all. You were still processing the intense experience.

“Good, good…so, I am not sure how much you remember, but I was just caught up in the moment saying I’d turn you into a breeding cow…that being said…I don’t suppose you’d be open to seeing each other again?”

Shakily, you managed to lift yourself up to look into his deep brown eyes. You released a tired chuckle.

“What,” he asked, his hands tightening a tad nervously on your waist.

“I just realized,” you told him with another chuckle, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Oh,” he chuckled now as well, “I’m Tyrus. Pleasured to meet you…um…”

You chuckled once more and told him your name. “It has been a pleasure, Tyrus, and I would love to see you again.”

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Hello Neighbor - m!werewolf x f!reader, teratophilia, knotting, heat. One-shot.

For other works see my masterlist

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Kinktober Day 5 - Dottore X Reader - Humiliation

 Day 5 – Dottore X Fem Reader – Humiliation

Disclaimer: Very intense humiliation and free use themes. No sex or penetration in this one, just plain humiliation. Thought I’d spice these up once in awhile <3

It was a cold night out as you followed Dottore to a local tavern. The Doctor had a pep in his step, this particular version of him whisking you away from your chores to act as his aid. Whatever that means. “Keep up.” He said, looking back at you and giving a particularly harsh tug to your leash, making you choke and almost trip while walking. “Y-Yes Sir.” You responded meekly, the metal of your collar digging into your skin. With a smirk, the man continued onwards and you made sure to match with his pace so you were right behind him.

When Dottore offered to cure your illness and only asked that you work as his assistant, you couldn’t believe your ears. The offer was too good to be true and you were worried there was a catch but the man kept his word and helped you, making you the healthiest you’ve ever been. No more sleepless nights in pain, no more constant headaches, no more fevers every other day- you could finally live your life.

And of course, you had to keep your end of the bargain as well. Most of your duties involved checking up on his clones and seeing what they’ve been upto, making sure his subjects were well fed and taken care of, recording down notes of his recent experiments, keeping his pen full of ink and replacing his notebooks when needed-

Letting him bend you over the table and fuck his stress out, offering your body to his many clones to have their way with, put a collar on you and drag you along everywhere like a dog and not caring about people staring-

You know. The usual assistant stuff.

Tonight, Dottore (the original one? Atleast, he was the one who first gave you the offer) had a meeting with the owner of the tavern. An exchange of goods of sorts. The tavern head was experimenting with his wine and agreed to help Dottore in spiking it with some kind of potion, Dottore planning to use the drunkards of the bar as his unwilling experimental group.

He opened the door, the bell of top jingling to signal that they had entered. The man behind the bar greeted them, instantly recognising Dottore and his eyebrows shot up when he saw you trail behind him, leash and all. “Welcome, Doctor.” The man said, “Glad you could make it.”

“How could I not?” Dottore asked, sitting on the chair opposite the counter. He hadn’t ordered you to sit, so you continued to stand behind him. “I’ll have a bottle of your finest red wine, my good man.”

“Coming right up.” The bartender said, “And for the Missus?”

Dottore looked at you, his eyes hidden behind his mask but you were confident they were twinkling in mischief, “Can you put some milk in a dog bowl?”

Blood instantly rushed to your face, Dottore’s comments catching the attention of the many regulars in the bar, all of them immediately looking at you. The bartender barked out a laugh, “Lucky for you, I just bought a new dog bowl. A glass of wine and milk, coming up.”

“On your knees.” Dottore ordered, tugging tightly at your leash. You quickly obeyed, kneeling down next to the man and sitting on your heels. More murmurs echoed through the bar as people’s attention was all of you. You in your cute white shirt, turquoise corset and adorable blue booty shorts with knee high boots. It was quite revealing but Dottore liked it on you and so, you wore it.

“Cute little girl you got there.” The bartender said, placing a glass of beautiful red wine on the table in front of the Doctor and a dog bowl filled with milk next to it, “What do you think about lending her to me for a while?”

“Oh, are we talking business already?” Dottore asks, grabbing the bowl before carefully placing it on the floor in front of you, not needing to command you. You should know what to do. With a gulp, body trembling as you tried your best to ignore all the people staring at you, you placed your hands on either side of the bowl before bending down and drinking the milk. You heard Dottore laugh along with the gasps of the people around you, almost choking on your milk as you felt the familiar sensation of a heel pressing gently onto your head. Dottore’s heeled boot was on you, the man stepping on your head as he made sure to keep you bent over.

“If that’s what you want to start with.” The bartender responded, “Not the first time I’ve made dealings with the Fatui. As long as the deal is fair, I’ll do anythin’ ya want.”

“That’s good to hear.” Dottore said as he picked up his glass, taking a sip of the drink before continuing, in a softer tone so the onlookers couldn’t hear him, “But you know exactly what I want from you.”

“That I do.” The man responded, “But it won’t be cheap.”

“I didn’t expect it to be.”

“So, spiking my bottles for a whole month will cost you twenty million mora.” The man said, leaning against the counter so only Dottore could hear him, “and it will cost ya extra if you want me to make that purple powder myself.”

Dottore chucked, “I’ll be proving you with the powder and I’ll pay you ten million.”

“Nah. Twenty million.”

“Ten million and I’ll throw in a few Fatui to act as your bodyguards.” Dottore negotiated, “Doing this will put a target on your back, you know.”

The bartender paused, gnawing at his lower lip before saying: “Ten million, bodyguards and…I get to fuck this pretty puppy of yours.”

You jumped as he said that, close enough to hear their conversations. The milk was empty and you were just waiting for Dottore to get his boot off of your head, but he just pressed it down harder.

“No one fucks her but me.” Dottore said, his tone indicating his annoyance even if the mask covered his eyes.

“Damn, well, then I guess we’re back to square-“

“Eleven Million, bodyguards and I’ll let you watch while I fuck her.”

You shivered, a rush of heat and shame washing through you. “Now why would I just wanna watch?” the bartender said, looking at Dottore like he was foolish.

“Not just you. Everyone in the bar.” The Doctor responded, “They’re already interested in her- why not make a profit? Only those who buy drinks can stay behind and watch. What do you say?”

Your body shivered some more and you could feel your pussy clench underneath your shorts, the action no doubt visible to some of the patrons who grinned widely at the scene. The man behind the bar took a second before a smile formed on his face, a twinkle in his eye as he brought his hand out for Dottore to take, both of them shaking on it.

“It’s a pleasure doing business with ya!”

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine~”

~~~

You shivered and mewled at the lewd stared directed your way, some of the patrons already hard in their pants and nothing had really happened yet. Sure, the Doctor had stripped you of your corset and was groping at your tits, your mounds shifting in his touch, but that was all he had done. Sitting in the middle of the bar, perched on top of Dottore’s lap with your legs spread wide open, you tried your best to ignore the large group of men that were now surrounding the two of you in a circle, beyond excited to see what was going to happen.

They got filled in on the situation and a few people left, mostly women and men who were taken but majority of the men stayed behind, refusing to miss this chance. They sat comfortably around you, eyes wide, taking in every second. The door of the tavern was locked and the bartender was pocketing money, his business booming tonight.

“Look at how hungrily they’re looking at you, pet~” Dottore cooed in your ear as he found your nipples under the shirt, his long fingers starting to run circles over them, “You’re making them so horny~”

You didn’t respond, letting out a yelp as the Fatui pinched your buds, squeezing them tightly between thumb and forefinger before pulling them harshly. The men cheered at your sweet cries, their voices louder at the way your breasts bounced back once Dottore let go. He cupped your tits from below and started to jiggle them, the fat of your tits bouncing for everyone’s viewing pleasure. It was so humiliating- so shameless- so hot.

“Unbutton your shirt.” The man ordered as he continued to jiggle your tits, “flash all of these old perverts.”

Knowing better than to argue, you started doing just that. Eyes around you widened and cocks swelled in pants as you revealed your naked chest, not wearing a bra underneath. With a gulp, you shrugged the shirt off of your shoulders, exposing your breasts to the greedy crowd.

“Oh fuck.”

“Holy shit.”

“Such good fucking tits!”

You mewled at the lewd words thrown your way, your pussy drenching your panties as you shamelessly bared your naked tits to the group of strangers. There were more than ten men leering at you, perhaps close to twenty, all of whom were staring at you with nothing but lust in their eyes. You were briefly distracted as Dottore once again cupped your breasts before jumping them up and down again, this time, the ripple of your flesh all the more delicious. You noticed that a few men were starting to palm themselves over their pants, eyes watering from how they weren’t blinking.

“Your nipples are hard~” The Doctor said, licking at your earlobe before his fingers flicked your sensitive buds, “Are you enjoying this?”

“S�� cold…” you said as an excuse, whining as his gloved hands started to twirl your nipples in circles. Your breasts were so sensitive to his touch- even the lightest of sensations make you feel like your body is burning up. “Oh yeah?” Dottore asked, clearly not convinced as his palms grabbed your breasts, palming them lewdly, “So your pussy won’t be dripping for me?”

“N-No-“

“Hmmm, should we check then? What do you think boys?” Dottore asked, addressing the crowd, “Should I take off these shorts and check if her cunny is drenched?”

A loud cheer echoed through the room, all of the men shouting a deafening yes making your ears turn red. You felt so vulnerable- so bare- so humiliated as everyone celebrated getting to see your pussy. This wasn’t the first time Dottore has showed you off to others, being fucked in front of the Fatui warriors a fairly common occurrence, but this was different. These were random strangers who had nothing to do with the organisation and were just here in the right place at the right time.

“You heard them.” The Doctor said, nuzzling at your neck before giving it a kiss, his hands letting go of your breasts to instead slide down the curve of your hips and towards the hem of your shorts, “Let’s get you naked, pretty puppy~”

“Pussy! Show us that pussy!”

“Tear those slutty shorts off!”

“Spread those legs wide! I wanna see that asshole!”

You gasped as the dirty words thrown your way, lifting your hips up so your master could slide your shorts down. Everyone hooted as your bare legs got revealed, your black thong doing very little to hide your pussy. One of the men grabbed at your discarded shorts and held it up, hooting like he just won a prize.  Deciding to leave your boots on, Dottore grabbed you by the back of your knees before pulling up, making you yelp as your position got slightly changed. You couldn’t help but slap your hands over your eyes as you saw the men move closer to you, some of them so close that you could feel their breath on your cunt. With your body slightly lower and your knees almost pressing your shoulders, Dottore held you wide open for everyone to ogle at. Your thong was wedged between your pussy lips, your puffy cunt practically swallowing the thin fabric and your asshole almost completely visible.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” the Doctor asked, his voice like honey as he took in the scene. It was truly a power trip to watch all these men be so obviously horny for his darling but they couldn’t touch you- couldn’t taste you- couldn’t fuck you. “Take pictures, Gentlemen. It will last longer.”

“Wait- Seriously?”

“Holy fuck! Where’s my Kamera?!”

“Jerk off material for life!”

“Ah-ah! Only if you refill your drinks!”

You looked up at Dottore from your position, peeking between your fingers as the commotion around you increased, everyone buying drinks and scrambling to get their Kamera’s. “I should use you more often.” Dottore said as he looked down at you, “I can convince a lot of perverts to do a lot of bad things just so they can have a taste of your pussy- why didn’t I think of that before?”

He clicked his tongue, annoyed with himself, his mask starting to reflect the flashes of the Kamera’s. Your body twitched every time the shutter went off, the slick from your pussy glistening in the light, something the audience took note of. They moved in closer, their Kamera’s taking countless pictures of you- of your tits, your pussy and your ass. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what they would do with said pictures but knowing Dottore, if they ever got circulated, he’d find a way to monetise it for himself.

“Come on, pet.” He said, his hand sliding between your legs and giving your pussy a few pats, the impact wet and filthy, “Do you want them to see more?”

“Wh-huh?”

“Beg for it.” He explained, “Say: ‘Everyone, please take a good long look at my wet, nasty cunny~’”

“B-But-“ you sputtered, blood rushing to your face so fast it made you feel dizzy, “That’s so- I-“

Dottore raised his hand and gave your pussy a sharp slap, making you yelp out in pain. “Did you say something?” he asked, daring you to protest.

“E-Everyone!” You said, tears in your eyes from the pain and from the humiliation, your ears ringing and your heart hammering so loudly in your chest, you wondered if they could hear it, “P-Please take a g-good long look at m-my w-w-wet, nasty c-cunny!”

“Fuck yeah!!” The crowd cheered, some of them getting your words on video. You were so focused on Dottore and his touch that you failed to notice just how riled up the audience was. Most of them had their cocks out and more than half of them were jerking off, their pleasure filled expressions hidden behind their Kamera’s. You gulped down the saliva in your mouth, your body having been trained well enough that you’d drool when there were hard dicks around- cocks that were eager to fuck you. The slick sound of the strangers sliding their hand up and down their members echoed through the air, their dirty panting somehow turning you on more than their dirty words.

“Let’s show them this pussy, hmm? This pussy that belongs to me~” Dottore growled before his fingers clutched at the hem of your thong and pulled so harshly, he ripped the thin fabric to shreds. Drinks were poured and cheers erupted as the blue haired man tossed aside the remains of your underwear, leaving you truly and completely naked. You gasped, tossing your head back against him as the flashes and clicks of the Kamera increased, your brain getting overstimulated. You felt Dottore’s fingers on your cunt, his gloved hand going up and down your pussy lips, collecting the slick before giving it a nice pat pat pat. The sticky sound of your cunt was barely audible over everything else, especially of the men who started to jerk off with more vigour.

“Take a good look, Gentlemen.” Dottore said, his fingers suddenly spreading your pussy lips apart, showing off every nook and cranny of your cunt, ignoring your cry, “the most perfect pussy in the World~”

[bitchb0ybunny]

Brand New City

(Keegan P. Russ x Reader)

COD men are my roman empire, PLEASE SEND ME ASKS IM BEGGING- I NEED SOMETHING TO WRITE ABOUT SO I CAN GET OUT OF MY OWN SKIN (this is a cry for help, I'm supposed to be focusing on finals but I cant get these scrunkly ass military men outta my head, so enjoy this spew from the depths of my sleep deprived mind..)

Keegan wasn't sure how he got here.. One minute, he was fighting Federation soldiers alongside Hesh, Merrick, and the Walker brothers and now he was... God, where even was he right now?? It was dark and cold.. He still had his mask, tactical gear, and weapons, but it was like he had been transported to an entirely new goddamn universe.

The city looked clean, it was something he wasn't used to. The Federation had destroyed everything years ago, back when he was in his late 20s or early 30s, he couldn't quite remember, but this place.. It was completely spotless, besides the normal city trash and critters wandering the dark alley he found himself in. He definitely did not miss this air quality, he had only been wherever here was for less than 5 minutes and he was already feeling like his lungs could collapse at any moment.. But the more he stands here, confused, the more.. Familiar this gets. Cautiously, he steps out of the alleyway he was in, ending up on a city street lined with shops that twinge with familiarity for reasons unknown to him. The sidewalk was empty besides himself, and the street was mostly empty besides a few cars that drive by every five or so minutes as he walks down the pavement in a random direction- the direction that just felt right. He didn't know where he was, but being a Ghost for most of his life has gotten him to trust his gut no matter what.

And he does just that.

He heads in whatever direction he feels like he's supposed to go, turning down side streets and such whenever he feels like he's supposed to, it's.. Almost concerning how his gut knows this city but his mind doesn't. Everything is in-tact, theres no destroyed buildings or cliffs that clearly hadn't been there when the roads were paved and parking garages made, it looked like a city from before the Federation bombed the States.. Had he gone back in time? No, no, that's not possible. Had he died? Was this his version of hell, or maybe heaven? How did he even get here?

He wasn't sure of anything anymore.

It took about two hours of walking until he stopped, suddenly the feeling of familiarity vanished and everything was so unfamiliar that it made him feel sick. Made him feel like he was going to vomit all over the pavement.. But then a jingle of a bell rang out as a door opened across the street, voices rang out in the night as people bid each other goodbye and went on their separate ways. The sounds of talking and jingling didn't seem to help curb this feeling of sickness, uneasiness, in fact the voices made him feel worse. He felt dizzy, his vision was spinning and he couldn't stand right, whatever was making him suddenly feel ill was getting worse. His legs gave out beneath him, and suddenly one of the voices from before got louder.. The last thing his vision managed to focus on was an all-too familiar face, the face he saw in his dreams and the face that haunted his nightmares, staring down at him with an all-too familiar concerned expression that made his heart clench.

It was you. You, who had become one of the many casualties caused by The Federation the day they bombed the United States. You, who had plagued his mind for years. You, who he kept a picture of on his person all the time so they could be with him all the time. You, who loved him dearly, even with your last breath.

[inthehytes]

60 because christmas is almost here 😌

I don’t feel like scrolling far enough to find the original post but the general gist was kissing underneath some mistletoe!! I’m also bridging the gap between Halloween and Christmas with centuries old witch Sasha and her little human wife partaking in Christmas festivities. Anyway enjoy!! :))))

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“Did you have fun tonight?” Anetra’s lips graze Sasha’s forehead as she speaks, the familiar scent of her shampoo filling Anetra’s nostrils. She’s almost asleep against Anetra’s side despite the fact that they’re still in the cab on the way back to their apartment.

The holidays were in full swing which meant more parties and dinners than Anetra knew what to do with. Marcia had managed to talk them into a four hour dinner complete with all of their friends, dancing table decorations, and even a singing angel from the top of the tree.

“Mmm, Mash always has the best parties. Remember last year with the teapot?” Her breath tickles Anetra’s neck with the sleepy laugh she lets out. Anetra shushes her gently, eyeing the cab driver even though he doesn’t seem to be listening.

“Easy baby, the wine must have been strong tonight.” She murmurs when Sasha goes to ramble about the singing teapot their friend had managed to enchant the previous year. It was a feat that had even Sasha scratching her head on how her prodigy turned friend had pulled it off

“Wine? No, no it was the-“

She’s cut off with a kiss, distracting her just in the nick of time as the driver eyes them warily in the back seat. She’s unsure if he’s concerned about what Sasha’s saying or the odds that they’ll try to get too frisky in the grimy backseat. Thankfully he only clears his throat quietly and they’re left to their own devices for the rest of the ride. He bids them goodbye with a strange look cast at the pair but says nothing, especially as he pockets the hearty tip he’d been slipped.

The air in the lobby is nearly stifling when they cross the threshold, the radiators working overtime to combat the frigid air outside. Anetra nods to the night worker as she guides Sasha to the elevator and presses the button for their private floor. Sasha’s leaning against the wall scrolling idly on her phone, only looking away from it when she feels Anetra’s gaze. Her cheeks are flushed from the drinks and substances that were passed around. She lets Anetra smooth her hair down where it had gotten messed up in the car and claims Anetra’s hand in her own when the door dings quietly to alert them of the elevators arrival.

There were many perks to loving a centuries old witch, Anetra mused, and getting to have the top floor of the building all to themselves was definitely high on the list. Their door key unlocks the button for their floor and the doors slide shut almost immediately after Anetra presses the button. The lift plays instrumental versions of the holiday classics, quiet enough to just be heard over the dings that signal each passed floor as the elevator climbs higher and higher.

She could already hear the shuffling of Junie, their giant fluffy cat, on the other side of the door when they reach their floor. Quiet meows and the occasional tinkling of the bell on her collar accompany the jingling of Anetra’s keys as she tried to open their door. No matter how hard Anetra tried, the lock wouldn’t budge, and she soon gave up her efforts in hopes of not snapping her key into pieces.

“Sweetheart? Do you have your key on you? Mine isn’t working for some reason.” She’s trying her hardest not to jostle Sasha where the elder woman has made herself cozy leaning on Anetra’s shoulder to watch.

“‘S not the key.” Sasha's intoxicated mumble is half hidden in Anetra’s chest, her hand fiddling with the pocket on the back of Anetra’s pants.

“What do you mean it’s not the key? Did something happen to the door while I was out today?”

“Not the door either. Look up.” Sasha’s fingers are beneath Anetra’s chin, pressing at the strong bone there until Anetra’s craning her head to see the top of their door’s frame. Pinned to the painted wood is a tiny sprig of mistletoe, sat so innocently placed that if Anetra didn’t know Sasha better she would think it was just a festive decoration.

“Did you plant this so I would have to kiss you every time we come home?” She’s fighting to keep the grin off her face, watching fondly as Sasha’s expression morphs into a proud one.

“Genius right? Now pay up, I want to take a bath before bed.” Her bottom lip pouts playfully and she rocks up on her toes to get closer.

Anetra meets her half way, pressing their lips together in chaste fashion, eager to get inside and take off her heels. She lets Sasha steal a few more before pulling away to open the door, certain that the magic mistletoe would be satisfied with their showing. She was proven wrong when the lock still held firm.

“You have to do a lot better than that if you want inside.” Sasha teases, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as she leans against the cool surface of their door.

Anetra huffs a laugh and leans in once more, pulling Sasha close by the hips and claiming her lips in a biting kiss. Sasha’s hands tangle in Anetra’s soft red hair, tugging her satisfaction at what felt like being kissed within an inch of her life. She’s beginning to form the idea of having her way with the wicked witch right there against the door in their hallway when the wood behind Sasha’s back suddenly gives way.

It opens with a soft whine from its hinges sending Anetra and Sasha tumbling to the ground in a heap. The pair share a dumbfounded look, silent even as the door swings itself shut behind them and locks with a satisfying click.

“Now that’s not something I taught the mistletoe to do.” Sasha almost looks sheepish despite the gears in her mind turning on how to solve the problem of a rogue enchanted door when Anetra cracks. They dissolve into each other, laughing until their sides hurt from the absurdity of the whole situation.

“Hundreds of years on the earth and teaching the front door autonomy is the best that you can do?” Anetra teases as soon as they have their wits, squealing when Sasha leverages her weight to flip them over and land on top.

“Just wait until you see what I’ve done with the garland around the bedposts.” The way Sasha’s preening down at her makes Anetra think she’s going to find out rather quickly just what her wife had done.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

(this is from a gift compilation so I'm just posting it separately so it can be viewed for the story)

This Silent Realm was beyond bizarre. Warriors had traipsed across many worlds, but never one as eerie and magical as this one. The air had an aura of otherness to it, like he was a foreigner in a strange land, like he'd just been born and was discovering the world anew.

"So we're sure that Gramps is here somewhere?" Warriors asked

"Well... not entirely, but pretty sure," Sky answered, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's a running theory."

Warriors glanced around nervously. "It's too quiet here."

"You get used to it," Sky replied with a smile. "What you don't want to hear is--"

Sky stopped dead in his tracks, making the captain nearly walk into him. When he was about to ask what was wrong, Sky held up a hand to silence him.

Jingling. He heard jingling, or... chimes? Bells? Something of that nature.

Warriors glanced at Sky curiously and then saw some lights glowing up ahead. He furrowed his brow, trying to focus on what it was when Sky abruptly yanked him behind a bush, covering his mouth as he yelped.

"What is it?" he whispered.

"Watchers," Sky hissed. "If they see us they'll alert the guardians. We need to figure a way around them."

The captain nodded. He still didn't know what guardians were, but based on how Sky spoke about them, he probably didn't want to find out. The pair carefully peered over the top of the bush, examining the area ahead, when something caught Warriors' eye.

Something... something looked off about the water. He swore he saw a person. Edging a little closer without making himself too visible, Warriors felt his breath get sucked out of him.

The person was himself. A younger version of himself, with his cap and less worn face, with Hyrule’s banner emblazoned on his armor.

It was him from the war.

As if in a trance, Warriors slowly reached for the silvery water with the oh so familiar face on it when a hand snatched him from behind. He yelled out, his scarf hastily stuffed into his mouth to silence it.

When he landed on something soft, he looked up to see he was splayed out on Sky’s lap with the younger knight watching him in a panic.

“Don’t touch the water.” Sky warned.

Warriors let out a shaky breath, resting on Sky for a moment. This place was insane.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

hi raven :D! I think you've spoken about twst and languages in their world, so I was wondering if you've ever had a discussion about the possibility of a "merfolk language"? obviously they can speak the universal language of the twst world, but do you think they could have a native language too, consisting of something more adapted to living under the sea and thus more inhuman (clicks, growls, etc)? like one that maybe humans can't even hear because human ears have a limit on what they can hear or something like that? I think it's a fun little headcanon but maybe it's just because I am the type to enjoy blatant inhuman traits in inhuman characters 👉👈 (like azul still being able to barf up ink as a human, and the tweels still have a pharyngeal jaw even after taking their human pills)

On “French” in TWST: part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7

On the light novel’s translation spell: part 1 / part 2 / part 3

Yes, I’ve talked about language in Twisted Wonderland many times ^^ (Please see the linked posts above if you’re interested in the discussion!)

I don’t think we’ve considered a language for merpeople in detail before?? 🤔 It’s a weird grey area (the same as with any theoretical“beastman” languages) since the race is half human and half animal; Animal Languages already exists as their own separate entity, and then we have the various languages of other groups (we learn in Fairy Gala: If that smaller fairies communicate in sounds that resemble jingling bells, people in the City of Flowers speak “French” like Rook does, Epel’s hometown appears to speak its own language that his classmates find difficult to understand, etc). I wonder if this would mean that a merpeople language would be a marriage of an animal language and a human language, or if it would be less of a whole new language and more of a dialect which combines mannerisms and grammatical rules from both sources???

I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned or written about “Mermish” in some of my own fics! I usually describe it as very flowy and lyrical, like the words just spill into each other and you don’t know when one word ends and when another starts. Basically, it’s less like speaking and more like music. This version of the language is ingrained in siren lore (you know, singing prettily to lure sailors to their doom 😂) rather than the practical lore (ie the more animalistic sounds to navigate the dark, treacherous waters of the deep), but I enjoy both interpretations and find them equally as valid! I do think that the language would probably be audible to a human though how else would their prey be drawn in???. Humans don’t have the most sensitive hearing ever, but you’d be surprised just how much our ears can sense!

There hasn’t been any indication in the lore (at least as far as I can tell) of there being a whole other language or dialect specifically for merpeople, so the idea is just speculation. I’d think if there were to be any proof of this, then we’d probably hear Azul talk about how beneficial it is to know many languages, as this could help his business flourish. Even a mention from Floyd would work, as he does mention (again, during Beans Day) that he, Jade, and Azul went to a month-long camp on land to learn about life in the world above. There wasn’t a mention of having to pick up on a new language (and a month isn’t long enough to become conversational anyway). In any case, very few merpeople are said to come to the surface (for work, for schooling, etc), so it seems unlikely to me that underwater schools would make the theoretical “common tongue” of Twisted Wonderland an educational requirement for young merkids. I’d think the merkids would have to actively seek out and study the “common tongue” as a second language if they plan to pursue a career on land. But already knowing the language cannot be a prerequisite for the camp, since it is said the program was eager to accept the Octatrio (which makes it sound like getting into it is very easy to do).

So I guess my line of thinking is… If merchildren were required to learn the common tongue, it makes sense why the training camp didn’t include language. However, this doesn’t make much sense to begin with because why have that linguistic curriculum if it’s assumed most merpeople won’t engage with the world of land? In the opposite scenario (in which merchildren aren’t required to learn the common tongue), why wouldn’t there be curriculum on language in the camp? Already knowing the common tongue doesn’t seem to be requirement for the camp, since the lore makes it sound like the camp is desperate to take people in (due to most merpeople not having an interest in living/studying/working on land).

Let me tell you, trying to figure out half human, half fish anatomy and physiology is not how I thought I’d be using my brain cells 😂

[animeweebart]

Tattoo artist Kirishima x coffee barista Bakugou Part 3

Meet me under the mistletoe

Christmas special 

Bakugou’s POV 

It was finally winter break, the snow was falling covering the ground in a white blanket. Everyone’s homes were decorated with red green and white lights which looked so pretty at night. Now and then I would see a tree in the window of the house I passed on my way to work. I didn’t mind the cold air but I did wish I could drive instead. I was glad that today was Mina’s Christmas party, I was going to get off work early. When I got to work it was like every other day but with the top order being hot chocolate. I couldn’t blame them, it was cold and windy. Hours passed with Christmas song after Christmas song. Jingle Bells again really? How many versions can you make? 

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As the long shift ended I got my coat, gloves, and hat on and headed back home to get the gifts I bought for Dunce Face, Deku, Eijiro, and his little sister Miracle. I didn’t bother with the others mainly because I didn’t care and didn’t know them as much. Walking into my bedroom I saw that the gifts were not on the bed anymore. NO NO NO NO! DID THAT OLD HAG MOVE THEM!? I started running around the house looking for them anywhere they could be. I finally found them, they were in the garage for some reason. Luckily they didn’t get damaged.

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Arriving at Mina’s house I carried the presents to the tree and placed them underneath. I’m going to get a drink and wait for the others to arrive. Heading to the kitchen I saw the redhead walk through the door holding some boxes and had to go back outside to get more. I watched as he struggled while drinking some of the fruit punch.

“Need some help Red?” 

I teased as he walked back in with only one box in his hand.

“You could have asked five minutes ago.” 

He said putting the box down and walking over to me. I just laughed and continued drinking my punch. He grabbed a drink of his own.

“I saw you only brought three presents. Why is that?”

“Well, I don’t know what to get everyone so I just got stuff for the people I did know.”

“Is there a gift for me?” he said, moving closer to me.

“Yeah, I know you pretty well, same with your sister too. My mom seemed to really like her, when you guys left she kept talking about Miracle.” I smiled 

“Yeah, she gets that a lot. She talks about you guys too. Seems like someone’s got a soft spot.” He teased me with a nudge.

“Ok ok now stop it!” I pushed him off me.

“Hey Kacchan! How is your winter break so far?” Deku said as he walked over to us after putting his gifts under the tree.

I just shrugged and went back to talking with Eijiro.

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Soon the whole class was in Mina’s living room, all gathered around the tree. I was sitting next to Eijiro and Deku.

"Ok, who wants to be Santa?" Mina asked as she sat on the other side of Eijiro

"me!” Denki yelled, jumping up excitedly.

Denki passed out the gifts. mine was from Deku.

"Bakugou, you got me a gift?"

"yeah Dunce face I did" 

We opened our gifts. Deku got me a grenade ice mood. I knew Denki liked my gift when I heard a loud shirk come from him. He jumped at me hugging me tightly wearing the new Pikachu hoodie I got him.

“GET OFF OF ME!” I said as I shoved him off me

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While Eijiro and me were talking I could hear Denki and Mina talking about something, it sounded like they were plotting something. We were interrupted by Denki tapping on my shoulder.

“Hey Blasty look up”

I looked up to see Denki was holding a mistletoe above me and Eijiro. My face turned red and so did Eijiros as I looked back at him. I was about to yell at Denki when I got pushed by Mina making Eijiro and me kiss. I felt Eijiro kiss back but I pulled back pushing him away and stomped away into the living room sitting on the couch. Deku sat next to me, I knew he saw what happened.

“So… you’re just going to deny your feelings towards him? Because I know you like him” I knew he was trying to be nice but it just sounded like he was making fun of me. I looked at him annoyed. “Hey I’m just trying to be supportive of your sexuality”

“Have you told anyone about it?”

“What no! I would never out you without your permission. It’s your choice if you want to come out, not mine.” He smiled

I got up and grabbed Eijiro's hand and dragged him somewhere more private.

“Uh, you ok? We can just forget about what just ha-“

I cut him off as I cupped his face and kissed him. I felt him wrap his arms around my waist.

“I don’t know what it is about you but I like you. Will you go out with me?”

“I like you too,” he said as he kissed me again

Best Christmas ever… me and Eijiro started dating and going on dates.

[vbholidayfestival]

Jamming at the Riverfront Dance Party!

“Ooooooh, I love this song! Can we stay for a dance?”

“ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMASSSSS... IS YOUUUUUUUUUUU!”

“I didn’t know you could dance!"

“Would you dance with me?”

“Whoops, that was my toe...”

"Oh my gosh, I'm SO SORRY!"

“Dance with me!”

“Dude, that pokémon can dance so much better than me!”

“I could dance with you all night long.”

“Am I doing this right?”

“Do you think people are staring?”

“You’re barely moving... here, let me show you some moves.”

“All I want for Christmas is a dance with you.”

“You just need to loosen up a little. Who cares what people think? Just have fun!”

"Oh, screw it. Wanna dance?"

*nervous laugh* “That move looked WAY cooler in my head.”

“That’s my jam!!”

“Did I step on you?? I’m so sorry!”

“C’mon, just one dance.”

“I don’t want to dance with anybody but you.”

“Just how many different versions of Jingle Bells have we heard tonight?”

“Do you think the DJ will take song requests?”

“W-wait, hold on! I don’t know how to slow-dance!”

“Dude... is that a singing Maractus???”

“They’re playing Last Christmas AGAIN???”

“It’s a bit too crowded for me...”

“Hey, check it out! Are those pokémon DANCING?”

“You’re literally the only one here who’s not dancing.”

“May I have this dance?”

“C’mon, I’ll teach you a few moves!”

“You look a little dizzy... maybe we should sit down.”

"Stop being a wallflower and join me!"

[silvaswiftcast]

Bolt

Characters: Silva Cataracta, Ricmorn Cataracta, and some long lost family of Silva's

Rating: General

Notes: Old FFxivWrite Prompt from 2022 that's been cleaned up a little! The unedited version and the collection for this challenge on my AO3 are linked in my profile! This scene takes place at the start of Endwalker in Thavnair/Radz-at-Han. Though I did my best to be as vague as possible, there may be potential spoilers here for those who haven't started Endwalker yet!

Content Warnings/Additional Tags: Mentions/Discussions of Original Character(s) Death(s), Family Abandonment, Mentions of Negative Personal Reflections

Silva couldn't help the gasp that left her as she wandered into Ruveydah Fibers during her curious exploration of Radz-at-Han. Her wide sea-green eyes took in the sights of the large room, watching the expert weavers work at the large looms and create sheets of Thavnairian silk. Thick, multi-colored bolts of the same delicate fabric lay scattered about the room. Some rolled out on tables to be crafted into dancer outfits or rested in wooden bins to be worked on later.

"This is incredible!" she gushed, taking a few more steps until she stood in front of a table with red, yellow, and blue bundles of the dyed textile resting on top. "And I thought my personal collection of fabrics back in Ul'dah was impressive. Needless to say, I am humbled. I wonder if I can buy a few bolts for myself here or if we need to head back to the markets and find a vendor."

A deep, rumbling chuckle from behind her caused the Auri woman to turn around and catch Ricmorn shaking his head at her child-like excitement. "Don't get too carried away, Silv," the tall Rean teased, another round of laughter leaving him when she rolled her eyes at him. "We are here for our Warrior of Light duties, after all. There is still much to this place we should acquaint ourselves with during our stay."

Though he enjoyed seeing her not worried about the burdens of their job, her pretty eyes were wide and shiny in awe and trying to soak everything in, even if it was just for a few bells. The sage knew how important it was for her to take her time to see everything around her and stop random citizens, politely asking them to spare a minute or two to answer her inquiries.

This place was a part of her. It wasn't just Doman blood that flowed through her veins, but the blood of Thavnair, too.

She dismissed her husband with a wave, tossing a wide grin his way as her long tail swished from side to side. "Yes, yes — I know. But we have some time to spare, my dear!" she exclaimed, resting a hand on her hip and making the steel chakrams at her waist jingle. "We are still waiting for the rest of our Scion companions to arrive, and from what Thancred said, it'll be a few days before they do so."

The dancer turned back to face the table, running her fingertips against the soft, smooth silk. A myriad of emotions rose within her as she traced along the gold diamond pattern weaved into the rich red fabric. "Besides…" she murmured, her voice soft with a hint of sadness. "There's so much history here for me to discover — to learn about myself."

And who knew when she would have another chance to roam around Radz-at-Han with the world going to shit?

How many dancers have graced these halls, bearing these very same silks? From what families and how many generations?

Her mother came from Thavnair — born right here, in the capital where the Cataracta family still inhabited to this day. A family a small part of her still yearned to know, yet it was a family that had wanted nothing to do with her since the death of her mother fifteen years ago.

Fifteen years of confusion, anger, self-doubt, and shame. Only for Silva to finally let it all go, finding absolution from the chains she had bound herself in with the help of those close to her.

She didn't need them, anyway. She had found a new family who embraced her for who she was and loved her. Deep down, she considered it a blessing that she had yet to run into anyone else who carried the same eye color as her.

It was only a matter of time before she faced an awkward, uncomfortable confrontation with a possible family member while she, her husband, and their Scion companions were in Thavnair. A moment she was dreading to the core.

The Raen's gaze looked towards a young Hyuran dancer who was being tended to by one of the many weavers in the room. Being a fellow weaver herself, the Warrior of Light knew they were in the middle of a fitting for new dancer garb. The light blue silk complimented the girl's complexion and looked beautiful on her. Judging by the happy giggles ringing out, followed by a sigh of relief that bounced around in her ivory horns, the girl was pleased with the results and the talented crafter was glad to know their customer approved of their work.

Silva couldn't help but wonder if her mother had come here often to be measured by the weavers to be dressed in special clothing as she trained as a dancer. What color were the ultimate designs? Did she wear long skirts that bellowed out around her during fast twirls or fitted shorts with longcoats that trailed behind her?

Whatever it was, she bet that her mother looked stunning, and even more so when she put on a performance.

Oh, how she missed her…

"Hey…"

She jumped a little when she felt someone's hand gently rest on her shoulder and turned behind her to find Ricmorn standing just behind her. His sky-blue eyes filled with concern while he gazed down at her, a feeling of worry flashing through their soul bond.

"Are you okay, Silv?" he asked her. "Do you want to take a break and return to our room at the inn for a while?"

A small smile lit up her face as she reached up to cover his large hand with one of her much smaller ones. "A sweetheart as always," she murmured, rubbing her thumb against the beige scales decorating the back of his palm. "But no, I’m alright — I promise. Just… I just miss Mama, and I can't help but think about her while we're here."

He returned his wife's smile with one of his own before leaning down to kiss the top of her head, feeling a little more at ease when his horns picked up the soft, pleased hum rumbling in her throat. "I believe her spirit is glad you are finally exploring the other half of your heritage, even if she is not here to guide you in person."

Silva couldn't help the snort that left her, light laughter leaving her when the sage raised a single eyebrow in confusion. "I'm sure that she is. I'm also sure that she's pissed my uncle isn't here to show us around since it was his idea originally to do it."

It was his turn to laugh, his shoulders and chest shaking from the force of it. "Ah. Well, that's Kisan's problem."

"It certainly is."

"Pardon me, miss, but is there something that I can help you with?"

The Raen turned around to see a short, Auri woman standing before them, her curious pink-hued eyes and bright limbal rings flickering between them. Silva offered her a kind smile, figuring she could ask what she wondered about when she had first walked into the room.

"Oh! Actually, yes. I was wondering if I could purchase a few bolts of—"

"Your eyes! You are a Cataracta!" the weaver gasped, taking a small step back at the realization.

Well, shit.

A wave of uneasiness washed over her. The smile she wore faltered as her tail flicked about anxiously behind her. "Y-yes I am," she stuttered out, "b-but—"

"You are one that I haven't seen before, and I've met many members of that family during my years here," the older Au Ra mused aloud. Her head tilted to the side as she tapped a finger against her chin. "Though you look quite familiar now that I'm getting a good look at you…"

That dancer audibly swallowed, unsure what to say as she stood there, frozen. Gods and kami, help her.

Unfortunately, only more jumbled-up words tumbled from her mouth. "I u-um… well, you see—"

"And here I thought you would recognize Chandria's only daughter and Kisan's niece, Mama."

Silva turned to see a tan-skinned Auri man walking toward them. His lips lifted into a caring smile, and his dark purple eyes filled with comforting warmth. He appeared to be around her uncle's age. Strangely enough, she could have sworn she'd seen him before. But from where? When? She couldn't recall that information at the moment.

"You're… you're Silva," the elderly weaver wondered in awe. "No wonder you looked familiar — my, you look almost exactly like your mother! And a dancer, too, I see! We always knew you would follow in her footsteps."

"I— Yes, I am Silva Cataracta, and Chandria was indeed my mother," she confirmed, shifting her gaze down to the tiled floor beneath her foot. "The black sheep of the Cataracta family, the unwanted—"

She jumped, startled to hear several growls from the three Au Ra surrounding her. Ricmorn was the loudest out of the group, followed by the other strange man and the woman.

"Unwanted couldn't be further from the truth, my dear, and you know that," she heard her husband say, letting him pull her close. “You are more loved than you think.”

"Your husband is right," agreed the other Auri man wholeheartedly. "We will always welcome you here, and you have more friends and allies in Radz-at-Han than you realize just yet."

He turned to regard the shocked sage, holding his hand out for him to take should he wish. "Ricmorn, right? Forgive me, my name is Arit. It's wonderful to finally meet you properly instead of relying on Kisan's letters and linkpearl calls."

Ricmorn took the offered hand into his own, giving it a firm squeeze. "Aye, that is me. You know Silva's uncle?"

"I do! He and I go way back, and he's asked me to keep an eye on both of you when I can while you're in Thavnair."

Arit… Arit…

That name rang a bell in the Raen's mind. She raked through her mind, trying to figure out the mystery as the two men engaged in conversation. Think, Silva, think! You kill gods and save the world for a living and you somehow can't recall a person for once?

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't realize Arit had knelt before her until he cleared his throat a few times. Confused sea-green eyes met dark purple ones swimming with amusement as they stared at one another for several moments.

"You scrunch your face up like your mother did when she was deep in thought," he quipped. A bright laugh left him when she snorted at his remark. "What's on your mind, Silva? If you have questions, no matter what they may be, you are more than welcome to ask, and I will do my best to answer them."

"I know you, don't I?" she asked him finally, giving up on trying to figure it out by herself. Her cheeks flushed a light lilac when he nodded his head. "I-I'm sorry. I can't seem to—"

"It's alright," he promised her, hoping that she could pick up the understanding in his voice. "The last time we were together was when you had just turned five — so little and wide-eyed. If that helps any, and if not, I would be happy to tell you."

"Back when I lived in Doma…"

And then Silva remembered at last.

Tears instantly filled her eyes, her hand flying to cover her mouth as a quiet sob bubbled up from her chest. "You're my other uncle! You're married to Kisan!"

"And my husband was worried that our dear niece wouldn't be able to recognize me after all these years apart. I knew you would, though. We have so much to discuss if you and Ricmorn have the time to spare."

And turn down the chance of a lifetime to discover more about herself? Her family and the connections she has in Thavnair? To know more about her mother and the life she had here?

Never.

“Please,” she sniffled, wiping away the tears running down her cheeks, “I would love nothing more.”

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 17th December

Well, it was gonna happen at some point: Russ Conway does Christmas. I'm going to make some predictions about this before starting, since Russ is nothing if not predictable. So, here goes. I think we are looking at a jaunty piano number, probably with some sleigh bells or other Christmassy touches like church bells or a glockenspiel. I think we're going to have sparkly snowy-sounding high notes, like flurries of snow, I think we're going to have some driving hoof-beat percussion, and if we're lucky, we might get little quotations from other Christmas tunes or carols? Major key, of course. And probably fairly fast, to mimic a racing carriage. Shall we see how many I got right?

Snow Coach - Russ Conway (peaked at Number 7)

Well, we're immediately in there with several predictions correct - this is indeed a jaunty piano number, very major, and sounding almost exactly like Roulette, actually. Not that that's a huge surprise, since all of Russ' music sounds pretty similar. We're going at quite a pace, and we do indeed have sleigh bells. We also have this repeated jumpy pattern that I think counts as sparkly and snowy-sounding. Not sure what makes it snowy-sounding, but it definitely does. So yeah, basically everything I said, barring the hoofbeat percussion, and the quotations from Christmas carols - which were honestly a bit of wishful thinking on my part anyway. Altogether, not too shabby, eh?

I kind of like it. Normally I've not much time for Russ' identical-sounding jingly ice-cream van instrumentals, but if there was any season that it works in, it's Christmas, with all its frivolity and deliberate jollity. Plus, the sound-painting works pretty well. The songs really does sound like a coach or carriage travelling through snow should sound, somehow - there's touches of Jingle Bells, and possibly of Troika. It's a very specific genre of Christmas song, one that's quite forgiving of a certain degree of repetitive cheesiness. Which obviously suits Russ, whose whole shtick is that his songs are repetitive and cheesy.

I was also watching a video recently, weirdly, on sound design in video games, and how video game composers create winter-themed music specifically to suit snow levels in video games. It was a real deep dive on the sort of instruments and chords and arrangements that get used to mentally conjure up the idea of snow, and the feelings associated with winter, and the way that composing for video games is different to a normal piece of music - you've not got the same sense of a set start and end to the piece, it has to be able to loop, and not to feel like it's necessarily going anywhere, because you don't know how long somebody's going to take to complete a level. It needs to have a sense of progression and moving along, without ever resolving or reaching a solid, definitive ending. It's a tricky needly to thread, and weirdly, Russ has nailed it here, decades before anybody's thinking about video games. You could turn this into chiptune and it would be an absolutely banging addition to a Mario-style game. I'm imagining a level where you have to steer a coach around on slippery ice, or something similar - all to Russ' chipper, cheery tones. Strangely compelling.

I like the video game version of this that I invented in my brain more than the actual reality of it, which, like much of Russ' output, does become wearing pretty quickly. Still, Christmas is the time for stuff like this - if it's going to chart, let it be at Christmas. It's the same reason I don't really mind when Winifred Atwell makes her annual Christmas appearance (and she will, don't worry about Russ outcompeting her just yet!)

Favourite song of the sleigh-bell-bedecked bunch: Snow Coach

[musekicker]

Beef finds another in the line of annoying holiday singing decorations.

It was just the first of November but the holiday decorations were already out. As seemed to be the way earlier and earlier each year. The Tobin family were not here for holidays decorations though. Many of them were here for the cheaper day after Halloween candy. Moon had made that a demand for this to be a tradition after every Halloween.

Beef had wandered off to look for batteries. That's when Beef heard it. 

A different song, the same sort of voice that Beef had heard from two old decorations before. Only somehow even more annoying. With dread, Beef followed the song, finding the source just as the song ended.

It was the same company that had made the likes of Skanky and Sleezy. Instead of a S beginning name the thing was named Rod. Rod the reindeer. The name did not quite match the theme that Skanky and Sleezy had. But the thing itself absolutely fit into the family of holiday decor that they had been from in physical form.

Rod oddly was made with big pectoral muscles. Big enough that even the likes of a professional wrestler would be jealous. The word for this things build was buff. Rod had a little outfit too. A jolly looking pair of red and green pants and a red vest. The vest was covered with little bells. The bells jingled a bit each time Rod moved. Which with how erratically it moved that was

He knew one important thing about Rod the reindeer.

That there was no way that his family could see this thing. If they did they would demand that it would become a part of their yearly holiday decorations around the house. And even though Beef had opened up about his problems with Skanky last year, it did not mean he wanted the likes of Rod in his house.

Beef was not proud of himself. But he had to attempt it. he was going to hide Rod. The space behind the twelve roll packs of toilet paper seemed like the best place to hide Rod. He looked left... then right. Not seeing anyone, Beef moved to hide Rod. But then, disaster. In trying to place Rod, his thumb pressed against the play me button.

"Happy holidays!" Rod called out.

"Shhh." Beef told Rod.

Rod, only a holiday decoration, had no will to be silent or not. That did not stop Beef from feeling like it was personal when Rod let out what seemed to be a louder then normal "Have a rocking holiday!" and started to sing a off brand holiday based version of the song "Rock Around the Clock."

After what felt like longer then the thirty seconds the song played, Rod went inert once more. Just in time for Beef to hear his family talking and starting around the corner of the aisle he was standing in.

Beef was trapped.

"Dad? Why are you hiding by the off brand toys and toilet paper?" Ham asked.

Beef thought that maybe, for one brief moment he could come up with a good excuse. Or even some sort of distraction.

"I was... um, looking to see if there are any new low price but high entertainment value tapes that would fit well for many a family movie night." Beef said.

For a moment it looked like maybe his family would believe the excuse and move on. But then Moon, ever observant noticed that Beef was hiding something behind his back.

"What is that?" Moon asked, straining his neck to try and see around Beef to see what he was hiding.

"What is what.. oh, you mean that really good sale on batteries sign behind me?" Beef said.

Wolf was the only one to glance at the batteries sign.

"Oh! That is a good battery sale!" Wolf noted.

"We weren't talking about battery sales dad. We were talking about what you're clearly trying to hide behind your back." Judy said.

"Come on dad. Show us what you found." Ham said.

"Uhh, well you see..." Beef said.

He looked out of the corner of his eyes, looking for a possible escape route. But there was no getting out of this. Even if he tried to run Moon was fast and might possibly be able to take down a running person. There was no more hiding Rod. So with no other choice Beef brought the decoration in front of him. There wasn't that look of enchantment as the kids had had with Skanky. Not yet. Maybe Rod would not be as interesting to them as Skanky and Sleazy had been.

But then Wolf was the one to push the button. And Rod once again broke out into it's version of rock around the clock, the jingle bells as background. Now there was that enchantment. The kids were all gathered around Beef and the decoration now.

"I love it! We need to buy and bring Rod the reindeer home with us immediately." Wolf said.

The joy in his children's faces was the only thing that was keeping Beef from throwing the hideous decoration down the aisle and running. Beef cursed himself silently for not having found the thing sooner and hidden it.

Though the kids were happy, Honeybee was the only one who did not look very happy about the existence of Rod. At least there was one person that was on Beef's side on how much this thing was a abomination.

Honeybee leaned in to look Rod right in the face, pointing a finger at it.

"You can stay." Honeybee told Rod. "But only out during the holiday season you hear me? The moment it's December twenty-sixth , bam! Back to the decorations storage."

"Aw. He can't stay out even until the first of January?" Wolf asked.

"No." Honeybee said.

Wolf sighed but easily relented.

"Fair enough."

With Rod now in the shopping cart, the kids headed towards the cash register. Honeybee stood back a bit so she and Beef were close enough that she could whisper.

"Don't worry. I got Wolf a Shrek ornament that says get out of my swamp and farts. He's going to forget all about Rod after this." Honeybee said.

Beef nodded at this.

"A farting ogre decoration would be preferable to Rod, I'll admit."

It was just a week until Christmas. Beef would just have to possibly have to deal with Rod for one week.

He hoped he could make it with out throwing it in the river.

[sailorplanet1997]

my another top moments of Tinkerbell

Tinkerbell gets so many hates but i'm one of the few who actually love her, i still don't like her in the Peter Pan version though 11: Tinkerbell try out new talents 12: Tinkerbell standing up for others and even for herself 13: Tinkerbell working with her friends 14: Tinkerbell's interractions with Lizzy 15: Tinkerbell going on a journey to find the mirror 16: Tinkerbell going to the winter woods 17: Tinkerbell getting matured over the movies 18: Tinkerbell fights with Terence 19: Tinkerbell's weak side 20: Tinkerbell fixing the ballerina box you know i really love how Tinkerbell tried out new talents, no one has done it before, the struggles i live for it next is Tinkerbell standing up for herself and for others, it's known she's outspoken and strong-willing to do so, she stood up for herself towards Vidia in the first movie, Terence in the second movie and even once towards the group at the same time in the first movie but also for others, Lizzy's dad, Lord Milori, Zarina, all out of anger but she friendly stood up for Fawn when no one else did, sometimes it's unnecessary but i actually like that about her, she won't go down without a fight and i love how half of the times she have defeated others for that reason, captain hook and the rats were battle fights but everything else it was kind of like a bitch fight no one has ever defeated her, she spice things up a little next up is working with her friends, i mentioned on instagram she was kind of stubborn to call the others for help but she overcomes that issue after "the lost treasure" movie, she asked Terence for his help at the end of "The Lost Treasure" movie, she alarmed others about Vidia once they all saw Tink in the humans house, she called Clank and Bobble for help with the snowmaking machine and she allowed the girls to help out too, she didn't mind going after Zarina to get the blue dust back as long as they worked as a team and even the finale movie she didn't mind others for helping her, she still likes to work on her own at times but she allows others to help her if needed, i like that about her i love for the way she communicate with Lizzy even though humans only hear bells/jingles when fairies talks but she was able to communicate with Lizzy without getting stressed out over it, they understand each other, i love that but again Tinkerbell have problem solving and creative skills so she have that strength, she was calm this whole time with the gestures next up is her going on a journey outside pixie hollow to find the mirror, no one have the courage to go THIS far except Terence, even if it takes the whole DAY to find it, she was lost but thanks to the creatures she knew a way out eventually without the help of others i love the scene she went to the winter woods even if it was against the law to look for something why her wings lifted up and brought the book with her and not that short later she discovered she have a sister so all was in the open and she was happy and an another scene which is a plus one, she sacrificed her WINGS to get help from the winter fairies, even against the freeze next up but more like in general are the ones how she have matured over the movies, my ranks on her is different in each movies but i love how she was all about breaking the rules no matter what with trust and anger-issues turned into a mature one who have more control over her anger and having more faith in others and more cautious too, she probably don't want others to end up like she did with the mistakes she used to make when she was younger

next up is her drama with Terence, as much as i hate when characters fights about stupid things i love how realistic her friendship is with Terence, like i mentioned it multiple times it shows none of the friendships are perfect even if you claims it to be, i love when friendships are realistic and i'd choose this over perfect friendships, it will also get bored if you only have good times with them, Tinkerbell and Terence are one of the friendships that isn't perfect and have its down side but hey they made up and all ended well for these 2 the next part is her weak side and i think in that aspect she's just like Bloom in like almost every single ways, Tinkerbell weakest side is her losing her loved ones she cares about, she was seen crying like 3 times, as much as she's dissapointed about all the work she put into it for both herself and the others, she's a lot MORE scared about losing the ones she cares about, she thought she had lost Terence over a fight and wished they remains friends, the other one with Periwinkle she almost died from the heat which Lord Milori tried to keep them apart, she was all angry while being upset about the whole situation and didn't wanted to let it slide, the other one when Fawn kind of died untill Gruff brought her back to life, she along with Rosetta took it the hardest from the group, she used to had this weak side of her she had trust and anger issues, she often worked a little too hard she have a low self-esteem, still having her weak side she easily gives up hope for herself, she used to runaway when things gets out of hand as it's seen in the first 2 movies and in both movies Terence thankfully stopped her from running away from the problems and face them instead which is finally what she did, she overcomes most issues except for her being scared she'll lose loved ones, her low self-esteem despite being optimistic towards others and for easily giving up hope for herself but i think with everything else she have overcomes all the other weaknesses, i can see her so much in Bloom for these reasons and the next one that made it to the 20th place is the one she fixed the ballerina dancer box in the first movie, it's small but it's the first time she actually repaired something rather then making something usefull and collecting lost things, she should be happy for the way she is like some fairies have mentioned to her but i'm glad she finally accepted for the way she is and all thanks to the ballerina dancer box she was allowed to go on the mainland so that's a plus one most people don't appreciate it and i get it in a way because i used to be just like that but she slowly developed over the movies and it's all thanks to both Terence and Periwinkle she have matured, they should just give it a chance she also did the right thing in each movies so yeah she made mistakes and did ridiculous things to get this far but she have strength no one else have, not even her fellow Tinker fairies there was supposed to be a movie she goes to the Tinker academy which i find it really cool because atleast she won't make disasters in pixie hollow for a change and the academy is perfectly made for her because she always wants to learn and try out new things but Disney stopped working with the Tinkerbell movies due to money and story issues, we're robbed but i won't give up because i'm sure there's a way to convince Disney to continue with the Tinkerbell movies, besides there's a comic coming this year in June or July so there's hope, i know this because someone told me about the news, i'm not into books but i hope for others whoever make the books they picks it up and same for the Tinkerbell movies for us, i know in the books it's a different story compared to the movies but it could be a win-win for us all this way

[clarktooncrossing]

HEY THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT IS I, SANTA CLARK! Chestnuts are roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost is nipping at your nose. Mom and dad can hardly wait for school to start again. All the dogs in the neighborhood somehow learned to bark Jingle Bells in sync. Yet retail workers are still more annoyed with Mariah Carey. Snow is getting shoveled, tossed, and formed into sentient beings leading parades without permits. It makes for an excellent distraction as the Krampus abducts children for bad behavior. Fruitcake is exchanged only to find its permanent home in the garbage. Terrorists have hijacked the Holiday office party right before your boss can give you a Jelly of the Month Club membership as your bonus. And of course, the Turducken has returned to wreak its fiery vengeance upon an unsuspecting world! If all this doesn’t put you in the Christmas spirit, perhaps this festive look into the life of a Clarktoon will!

Having traversed the infinitude of time and space means Rosie has come into contact with many celebrations. Yet it’s Christmas that continues to fascinate her. Not to say she doesn’t love Hanukkah, Bahdi Day, or Diwali. All Holidays are equal in her wide-eyes. It’s just that Christmas comes with a message of being kind to all people and continuing to do so throughout the year. A message the good-natured cosmic cutie takes to heart whenever exploring new galaxies. Plus it helps that said galaxies have their own version of this Holiday, albeit with different names. Most of them even come with their own Santa Claus, Rosie having met most of them after discovering the multiversal Counsel of Clauses. Hoping to see one of their members put something under her tree this year, Rosie traveled to the dimension of eternal yuletide to find herself a tree and decorate it! Though she may have gone a tad overboard with the topper…

Using a real star for Rosie’s tree topper was an idea too cute / funny not to pass up. Not that it didn’t take me a few attempts to get here. First there was the tree itself. Going with a traditional pine tree was not an option. Rosie could travel across different dimensions, why settle for such an average, boring plant? Naturally she’d go with something more visually splendid, like this Calvorus plant that just so happens to be tree shaped. After that were the ornaments. My first idea was to make’m look like atoms, but it never came out right no matter what technique I tried. Then I thought I could make them miniature planets, but I figured that’d take too much focus away from Rosie and her star. Hence why in the end I went for regular round ornaments with a bizarre pattern. Finally there was Rosie and the star, both of which had their own challenges. In terms of the star, I was afraid my sketch wouldn’t translate well into digital. As you can see, those worries were misplaced. Same thing happened with Rosie, since I decided to have her wrap around the tree with her cosmic tail that @zerna added when she drew the character for a commission. Honestly, I don’t think I did as good a job as the insane invader did, but overall I’m very pleased with how this pic turned out. I hope you all enjoy this too and remember not to use real stars for your trees!

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!

[dimity-lawn]

Why do I feel like this song would become a tradition at the Pseudopolis Yard Watchouse?

Imagine that a similar version of the original song already existed in Ankh-Morpork, but after the year when some watchperson had had a few too many “festive drinks” at what Nobby refers to as a “Hogswatchly piss-up”, resulting in the song above, the rest of the Watch wouldn’t let it go, and after a while it just turned into something of a competition.

The competition wouldn't have set standards, or even a prize (except a hangover the next day, to poor Bilious’s dismay), and usually the only goal was to have a laugh (there was one year when Captain Carrot Ironfoundersson and most of the undead with hypersensitive hearing, i.e. werewolves and vampires, were out on patrol when “Jingle Rock Bell” was being sung, and it was decided that a there was an additional goal of a noise complaint). Generally most of the watchpeople who are still sober enough to even attempt to perform the accompanying dance* will do so with incredible enthusiasm, and those who are too drunk to perform the aforementioned dance will at least make spirited attempts while laying on the floor.

*The dance is preformed thusly: each dancer wears their uniform, including their chainmail and bell (usually with something to somewhat muffle the din), and some even wear extra bells (Nobby does this every year without fail). Upon each word of the song they perform an accompanying motion: at “Jingle” they jump, twirl, shake, or find another way to make the chainmail jingle; at “rock” they usually jump or stamp their feet on the floor, but some people who get really into it run outside to actually have cobblestones under their feet**; and at “bell” they either ring their bells or try to clang them together (sometimes this results in an injury or two. Or more. The important thing is that Igor (or Dr. Lawn if Igor is particularly drunk) has never had to get involved).

**This is the rule that everyone remembers, no matter how drunk they get, and possibly the only rule of the dance. Some of the trolls used to incorporate dance moves that explained Detritus’s “hand off rock and on with sock” to anyone who didn’t already understand, but this stopped the year that Miss Iodine Maccalariat happened to be passing by, entered the Watchouse to tell His Grace, His Excellency, The Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch about the mad watchpeople stomping on the streets (and they say working in the Post Office drives you mad!), witnessed a particularly inopportune part of the dance, and decided she had to do Something to make sure that His Grace, His Excellency, The Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch prevented any future indecency or nothing else that might possibly suggest anything even slightly adjacent to Hanky-Panky, which led the rest of the watch started to debate the merit of what parts they (including a vampire) could overhear coming from Vimes’s Office Upstairs, which led to Sharing Opinions and then Disagreements.

Additionally, nobody wants a repeat of the year when someone brought a brick to the dance and accidentally threw it out into the street through a closed window and got a stern talking to from Carrot, or the year some of the Watchpeople decided to bring some of the cobblestones inside, resulting in multiple arrests by Colon (nobody ever actually went to the cells that night because Carrot insisted that they had the right to not injure themselves falling down the steps on the way to the cells and one of the arrested watchfolk said they didn’t want to fall but was clearly already having trouble standing still on flat ground, so they were simply handcuffed to a desk instead) for unlicensed theft of public streets, a lot of angry citizens in the morning, and a letter from Lord Vetinari the next day.

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Jingle Rock Bell

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Fantasy au where a group of travelers are escaping the kingdom of Hawkins. They hear of a hidden city - rumoured to keep all outcasts safe from the king of Hawkins’ tyrannical rule, under the protection of a guild of powerful mages and warriors.

They’re given a link, a super secret contact to meet in an inn the town over that will help them escape and find said city.

They come face to face, Strider in fellowship of the ring - style, with Eddie the Banished - gaze sharp and intimidating. They’ve heard the rumours- Hawkins runs rampant with stories of his alleged crimes - namely involving the missing crown prince. Every layman has their version, but it all chalks up to the same fallen Hero and great Villain story.

It’s clear that he is skeptical and very protective of who he brings with him into the city, but the owners of the inn - a gentle lady by the name of Joyce and her equally intimidating husband, Hopper, vouch for them.

It takes some time to get there, they don’t take a direct route to avoid ambushes and the like.

Eddie neither confirms nor denies the stories, in fact he stokes the flames and plays it up - they act as additional protection and armor, an air of “don’t fuck with us.”

Through the bravado and exaggerated stories, they start to learn bits and pieces about Eddie along the way - things that don’t add up. He wears lots of jewellery - he jingles like a cat with a bell when he struts - but one of the party points out that a lot of them look like protection charms, each handmade, possibly by children judging by the make.

He flirts like nobody’s business, but it never goes past that. They had to flee a tavern one time when Eddie blows up over a patron who couldn’t take a “no” a few times too many.

Among his jewellery, Eddie wears a lot of rings. Stacks of silver, gaudy and eccentric, though they spend enough time traveling together to start noticing the sole gold band on his left ring finger.

They do get ambushed once - but manage to fight it off mostly unscathed. Eddie plays it off as usual, but one of them notices him twisting said gold band, brow pinched at night when no one is looking.

He’s also surprisingly sweet - he’s always nice to the kids he encounters, always treats the waitstaff at taverns and shops with respect, he’s protective over the younger members of the travel party when they encounter someone particularly rowdy. They also notice how he picks up little things along the way - snack cakes, hand carved die. “Little gifts,” he tells one of them, with a lopsided grin.

Maybe Eddie the Banished isn’t the villain of this story after all.

When they reach the city - it’s relief - for once in their lives the air tastes like freedom. A bunch of people are there to welcome them and show them around, but mainly they’re there for Eddie. He’s nearly swallowed by a swarm of children, and catches his arms around a girl with mousey brown, shaggy hair (“Birdie” they hear him call her - they think she’s his betrothed for a hot second) before the small sea of people part, and the group of travelers still.

Because at the center of the crowd, though a few years older and in looser, more comfortable clothing than they’ve ever seen him in before, is Crown Prince Steve Harrington.

And before they can think to do anything, Eddie is dropping all of his weapons, bravado completely dropping, face blown open with relief. Then he’s running, and wrapping the other man so tightly in an embrace that they can’t tell which limb belongs to who. They watch them sway gently in the middle of the city square.

“I kept my promise. I came back to you,” they hear Eddie murmur with such reverence, foreheads touching, hands cupping the other man’s face with such gentleness -

And then they’re being ushered away towards the baths, “Birdie” talking a mile a minute about how they must be tired and how they should give the lovebirds a second.

And maybe the rumours and stories were wrong. Maybe it’s a story about freedom and love instead.

Anon…you don’t underSTAND I’ve been craving a fantasy book for so long and this is exactly what I NEED. please I am begging at your table for any scraps you care to share PLEASE 🙏