#krampus records

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Christmas special Eri x RoR please? (This might be a bit scary)

Reader was told about not just Santa but also about Krampus and feels sad for him

So she tries to stay up the whole night to meet Krampus because she wants to give him something

She falls asleep only to wake up to the sound of hooves and is shocked to see Krampus in her home! (He came for Loki to punish him for being naughty again this year)

Rather than be afraid of Krampus, Eri runs over to him and gifts him the scarf she wanted to give him so he can stay warm as well as some cookies she made with the help of Mama Eve (Krampus is touched by her generosity as he simply pats her head and leaves, sparring Loki for being punished this year)

This is not based off the Krampus movie but Krampus from German Mythology (I want to think of Krampus as a sort of Demon that only comes around Christmas)

Krampus mostly comes to punish Loki for constantly being naughty (No one helps Loki because they don’t want to be on Krampus’ ‘Shit List’)

Krampus is the son of Hel from Norse Mythology

Please get plenty of rest and take your time!

-You were still learning about Christmas, being with your new family, and that it was celebrated differently all over the world, with some things being the same, like presents and pretty decorations.

-It was Nikola who told you about someone named Krampus. Some, like Adam, were worried that you might get scared hearing about the scarier spirit of Christmas, who would come to teach naughty children a lesson alongside Santa, beating them with birch branches.

-You learned of the Krampus parades, seeing people dressing up to walk the streets, scaring children into behaving, and that even many adults, like Loki, were scared of him.

-You learned Loki was a repeat offender causing Krampus to visit almost every year to punish Loki, but instead of feeling scared, you shocked Nikola, Loki, and Adam by bursting into tears, feeling sorry for Krampus, as he was just doing his job.

-It took almost a half an hour and some fresh baked cookies from Eve to calm you down, but she thought it was sweet that you were so sympathetic towards Krampus, showing your kind heart.

-When you told your family you were going to stay up to meet Krampus, they were amused, thinking you were going to try to wait up to see Santa. You begged Brunnhilde to take you out so you could go shopping, finding a long scarf, using your allowance money to buy a scarf and you did your best in wrapping it, but it didn’t look pretty compared to the beautifully wrapped presents under the tree, but you were determined to make Krampus know that he was loved just as much as Santa!

-When the night finally arrived, you had two plates of cookies, one for Santa and one for Krampus, and carrots for the reindeer, as well as your present for Krampus, a blanket wrapped around you as you were determined to meet him!

-You made it about forty minutes before you tipped over, fast asleep.

-Thankfully, that night you were a light sleeper, and you awoke to the sound of footsteps and what sounded like hooves as you saw up, looking a bit delirious as both Santa and Krampus froze, seeing you awake.

-You froze, your eyes going wide and Santa was going to play interference, not wanting you to get scared of Krampus, only for you to leap off the couch and rush towards Krampus, leaping into his arms.

-They both froze, Krampus looking at Santa with a ‘what do I do’ look on his face as he was panicking as you pulled back, your eyes sparkling brightly, “You really came! I’m so happy!” what the what?

-You scurried back to the couch, grabbing your present, handing it to him, “Here, this is for you!” Krampus was stunned as he kneeled, seeing the gift for him, and he opened it, finding a scarf and he looked at you, seeing your beaming face before he lifted a clawed hand and patted your head.

-Santa chuckled warmly, coming over and patted your head as well, “What a sweet child you are Y/N- you have such a big heart.” You looked a bit sheepish, apologizing to Santa that you didn’t have a gift for him, which made him pat your head even more, “Silly Y/N- you already gave me your gift, you showed me an example of the true meaning of the season, helping and being kind to others.”

-You beamed, happy that you managed to give him a gift too, as they both enjoyed your cookies. Krampus agreed to let Loki go this year but left him a letter with a hoofprint on it, a warning, while Santa took you outside, letting you feed and pet his reindeer before they returned you to the couch where you quickly knocked out again.

-The following morning Loki was hugging you, tears streaming down his face as he thanked you for saving him this year while Odin couldn’t help but laugh, seeing the threatening letter Krampus had left for him, but he knew Loki wouldn’t behave, it wasn’t in his nature.

[snailspell]

those who will tangle all your cables when you're not around if not paid homage to

[unproduciblesmackdown]

baby it's cold outside 15 sec clip baby!!!!

[genuflecting]

apparently I've reached a state of social anxiety and sexual frustration where I experience the same phenomenon as cute aggression but about a person, because I just ended an interaction with a cute cashier at my favorite used book store by getting in my car and going "FUCK. god he was cute. FUCK."

[obsessivevoidkitten]

On The Naughty List

Yandere Krampus x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Noncon, spanking, bondage, dick piercings, size difference, Krampus, Christmas, assassin reader, punishment, kidnapping, biting, very mild blood from biting, general yandere behavior Word Count: 1.5k (Hey guys, I hope you all like this. Kinda rushed, not beta read, please forgive any errors. My second Christmas gift to you all. I hope your holiday is amazing <3)

You got yourself settled in your hotel room. It was very early in the morning, not past 3am, on Christmas. But you were not Santa Claus and you were not delivering cheer. You had with you only a simple black suitcase. The furnishings in your room were sparse, but that was okay. You did not select this room because of the accommodations but rather for its view. It was not particularly scenic, merely a view of a road and residential area. But you were an assassin and this room afforded you clear aim into the room of your target’s living room. All you had to do was wait.

Your weapon was easy enough to assemble. A sniper rifle, of course. Finally you saw your designated victim pull up into their driveway and enter their house, so you opened the window and readied yourself. An icy chill filled the room. Your vantage point was clear and your weapon was ready but before you could take out your mark you heard a strange and tumultuous sound from behind.

It sounded like the Earth was being torn asunder and the four winds themselves were howling in unison as they collided.

You turned around and saw the very fabric of space and tear before you leaving a purple portal leaking black mist blocking the door to the hotel room. An odd scent like that of cinnamon and coal filled the room. You were about to flee through the open window, you had the skills necessary to scale the building, but the window slammed shut before you could act.

Not many things made a hardened combatant turned assassin such as yourself scared but you would be lying if you said you weren’t trembling.

You could hear a slow and rhythmic pounding sound getting nearer and nearer as if some unseen monstrosity approached from the other side of the portal. And that’s exactly what it was.

The first thing you saw erupt through the rip in space was the head of a horned beast. It was humanoid and wore a wicked grin full of sharp teeth. Eyes like black coals stared into you, piercing you with unrestrained glee in your fear.

Followed by this terrifying face was its body.

Muscular thighs with legs like tree trunks that ended in cloven hooves.. And his whip-like tail lashed angrily at the air. The demonic beast was covered in thick black fur.

The horrifying creature was at least 7 feet. tall.

The faint scent of burning coal filled the space surrounding it.

It took a thundering step towards you, and you cowered in place, momentarily stunned as it said in a deep booming voice, "I’m Krampus and someone has been verrrry naughty this yeeeear."

Though you felt more fear than you ever thought possible you were still a trained combatant turned assassin for hire and you managed to collect yourself about as well as it was possible for any mere human to in such a situation.

You shot the thing right between the eyes with your high-powered rifle, and he... laughed. The bullet bounced off uselessly, and he just... laughed...

You screamed and shouted as loudly as you could, hoping to attract help. Though what they could possibly do when he had shrugged off, a bullet remained to be seen.

No help came for you. Krampus always magically silenced noise from leaking out of rooms where he was punishing someone.

Suddenly, he closed the difference between the two of you and was upon you in record speed, moving supernaturally fast for such a behemoth.

With precise movements, strong hands and sharp claws made confetti out of your dark clothing before he had you bent over his knee.

"I usually use a birch rute for this, but I wanna feel your skin on my hand..."

You struggled and tried to get away, but there was no chance he would let you go. Krampus had to punish many humans, but you were special. Ironically, it was your defiance, the fight in your eyes, that initially attracted him to you.

His hard, calloused hand came down on your bare ass, causing you to curse and tremble.

With all your training something as simple as a slap to your ass shouldn't have bothered you much, even from such a large adversary, but it was like he had slammed the essence of dread into your very heart.

But that still wasn't enough to still you. You kicked, punched, and clawed ferally at any inch of flesh you could reach, like a feral animal backed into a corner.

But he only laughed more as he spanked you over and over. Until you were crying. Worse than the pain was the total humiliation.

Through it all, though, you never stopped struggling. No matter how much terror and pain you endured. You didn't realize it, but it only made him more into you.

Everyone he had punished before, broke them like a kid with a toy, and left them to deal with the trauma. But you didn't seem so easily broken, and that sealed your fate.

If you kept resisting like you were, he was going to keep you forever.

Krampus finally stopped the assault on your rear and dragged you, kicking and screaming over to the bed. You could now see his cock, large and uncut with a frenum ladder set of piercings going up the underside of his length.

"Stop! Get away from me!!"

"Yeah, because you're really the one in position to give commands right now."

He chuckled and bent you over the bed as you writhed madly, knowing what was about to happen.

"Might need to keep you still for this."

In a puff of black smoke, a coil of rope appeared in his hand that he skillfully used to bind your legs and arms.

While he had tied up many people in his line of work, he had never actually used rape to punish someone. But he wanted to see how far he could take things with you. Though at this point, even if he broke you, he was sure he would keep you anyway, just to fix you up again.

Krampus spit on your hole and plunged his cock in roughly. Hardly enough prep to do anything for the pain. For the fiery burning stretch that came with his big dick breaching your entrance.

Despite being bound you still wriggled as best you could while screaming until your throat hurt.

"Fuck you! Goddamned piece o- AHHHH!!!!"

He smirked as he increased the pace. Good. His toy STILL wasn't crumbling apart.

Sharp claws raked your back as his hot breath cascaded down your neck while he whispered, "For someone so bad you feel so good."

Tears rushed down your cheeks. You were infuriated with him and with yourself for having allowed yourself to be taken with such ease. What was far more reprehensible than that though, was the fact that your body had adjusted to his size and it was actually starting to feel somewhat good despite the pain and discomfort.

You yelped as he lightly smacked your sore ass while fucking you.

"Go to H-hell bastard!"

"Ha, been there."

He pulled out, flipped you over on your back, and slid right back into, profuse amounts of precum now providing more adequate lubrication. Embarrassingly, you couldn't stifle a moan as he entered back into you with his piercings adding to the sensation you were trying to ignore.

If your legs hadn't been tied you would have tried to kick him right between the legs for making your body betray you like that.

He leaned over and nibbled on your neck lightly with his sharp teeth, licking up the little droplets of blood that welled to the surface of your skin

You moaned as he did so, as you were pulled closer and closer to orgasm.

Violently, you twitched as you came hard, blushing deeply and cursing him as you did so. He ignored you and licked the blush on your cheeks, humiliating you even farther.

For a few more moments you thrashed as much as you were able in overstimulation as he continued to breed you. His skin meeting yours with an audible slap at each thrust.

Finally he went in deep and filled you with abnormally hot cum that coaxed another orgasm from your exhausted body.

After a few moments of panting he sighed with content and slung you over his shoulders, cum leaking from you and out on to him as he carried you. Vulgarities rolling from your tongue with each heavy step he took.

Another portal opened and he stepped through with you. The cussing, the fierceness, the unbreakable spirit. A perfect partner.

You were the best Christmas gift he had ever given himself, and there was no way he was ever going to give you up.

[shnowyfox]

Jollyformers AU (

so basically i turned the holiday themed au. i haven't had the time to flesh it out obviously. TFONE megop regardless of this au is Last Christmas by Wham!

lore! so instead of cogs they have sleigh bells! usually worn via a collar though harnesses are worn as well to hold more bells that are decorative only. Idk what im doing with transformation yet but i think either it's completely replaced by the bell's allowing flight, or, transformation into creatures to pull the sleigh (basically everyone has a beast alt, deer and ungulates being the most common) Optimus obviously being a reindeer, megatron (krampus) is a goat to fit with his krampus thing, b-127 (glee-127, Badassaclaus) is supposed to be elf like with his g1 style horns supposed to look like elf ears too but they can be seen as budding antlers as well, and elita I haven't drawn yet but she's either a reindeer too or gazelle. (also considering giraffe with that neck dayum girl)

"Prime" has been replaced with "Claus"

hats are just for jolly good fun. like this whole au. and a bit of religious healing. anything goes rlly.

and now a snippet of a rewrite I never was able to finish up. Some of this HAS been retconned. i'm still working at it. mainly the occupation and the backstory stuff. (Context: Bartholomeus is another name for Krampus i dont remember where or when but that's what Megatronus has been substituted with.)

Deer Trax: (chuckles) Okay, fellas! Thanks for the jolly start. You want to give me another one?

Sentry 1: You’re naughty!

Deer Trax: I’ll take that as a no.

Elf-16: (grunts) Hey! Watch where you’re going!

Sentry 1: Oh… What did you say, no-bell?

Elf-16: Sorry, sir, I didn’t mean you. I was referring to the elf who was behind you.

Sentry 2: What? Where’d he go?

Elf-16: The joyous red and blue elf? Has a big grin, merry cheer, gives off a yankee candle scent?

Sentry 1: Where is he?

Elf-16: He went that way.

Sentry 1: When I get my hands on that elf…

Elf-16: All right, all clear.

Deer Trax: Okay, D-16, I may be a little vanilla, but “Yankee ”? That is too far.

Elf-16: Let me guess. Chased out of the cookie jar?

Deer Trax: (laughs) Yeah. I had to jump out of a sleigh this time. Almost got an ouchie (laughs) It was wild.

Elf-16: And digging through fortune cookies is worth getting an ouchie?

Deer Trax: Yes, it is.

Elf-16: I need a new best friend.

Deer Trax: If there are clues in our recorded history that can help locate the North Star, they’re in the cookie jar.

Elf-16: Sentinelf Claus, the Sentinelf Claus, is up in the blizzard right now, risking his merriment for us in search of the Star.

Deer Trax: That’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m trying to help him.

Elf-16: Yeah, okay. (laughs)

Deer Trax: The sooner cookies bake again, the sooner we won’t have to make toys ourselves. Don’t you want to choose your own path, do whatever you want?

Elf-16: We’re toy makers. We make toys, that’s all.

Deer Trax: No, there has got to be something more I can do. I can feel it. (Dentistry?)

Elf-16: Oh, yeah? Like the time you had a “feeling” you could fly without a bell?

Deer Trax: You said you were never gonna mention that again.

Elf-16: Took me three days to dig you out of the snow. Your feelings get you in trouble.

Deer Trax: Yeah, yeah.

Elf-16: Just trust in Sentinelf Claus.

Deer Trax: I do trust in him. Hey, if we did have bells…

Elf-16: I’d fly hooves first into your chest

Deer Trax: I don’t like how fast you answered that. But listen, if you did kick me, I couldn’t give you this awesome Bartholomeus Claus thing I have here. It’s cool. I’ll give it to someone else.

Elf-16: What Bartholomoeus Claus thing?

Deer Trax: Ah, it’s nothing. Just a, you know, mint-condition Bartholomeus Claus sweater, first edition.

Elf-16: (gasps) What?

Deer Trax: If you don’t want it, I can just throw it away.

Elf-16: Throw it away? Don’t… That’s not funny. Let me see.

Deer Trax: Wait. Don’t grab. You’re gonna rip it.

Elf-16: You know, Sentinelf says Bartholomeus was the…

Deer Trax: The kindest Claus to ever live. I know, buddy. Looks good on you.

[monstersflashlight]

Exclusive Advent Calendar 4. Naughty list

Krampus x fem!reader || dom/sub, double penetration, tail play, anal sex, dirty talk, (lowkey) praise kink

You are waiting impatiently for Santa to show up, to give you the gift you dutifully asked for, when another monster ends up down your chimney. The moment Krampus lands on his ass over the ashes of the fire you put down earlier, you are as surprised to see him as he’s to see you. You scream and he screams. (You wish you were recording just to see how funny that moment was.)

You are speechless, staring at him with your mouth hanging open, gaping at him. You were expecting the big dude, but instead you got him… And you aren’t mad. Or at least some part of you isn’t. You don’t know what it is about him, that as soon as your eyes travel down his body, your blood is boiling with anticipation. You have to press your tights together to get some friction and try to release some of the tension in your clit.

“Why- why are you here?” You ask him, confused and a bit nervous.

He laughs at you, his smirk so big you can see his big fangs gleaming in the low lights of your Christmas tree. “I don’t know, you tell me. Are you on the naughty list, angel?”

...

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taecember 2024

↳ special thanks to jen ( @itaeewon ) for making this year's wonderful banner 🤍

Welcome to Taecember!

The year might be coming to an end, but my love for Kim Taehyung is eternal.

I’ve been absent for most of this year and all of last, trying to find myself again. I didn’t feel like I was good enough as a writer and needed time to work through personal challenges. But throughout it all, I found myself craving Taehyung.

With him in the military, it’s been hard to keep him close, even in my thoughts—especially when there’s so little news or updates about him. His online presence, both as part of BTS and individually, was always so familiar and charismatic. Hearing him sing or watching his unhinged, playful moments with his members felt like being cocooned in a thick woollen blanket on a snowy winter night in front of a crackling fire—the pinnacle of warmth and comfort. Since the moment he left, I’ve been craving that sense of solace, finding it only in fleeting moments when he posts or when a new photo surfaces.

No words can truly describe how much I’ve missed him. From his deep voice to his mischievous smile and those kind, expressive eyes that somehow hold so much power—it’s been impossible to shake this yearning. I miss his competitive streak over something as small as a gift card and the passion in his voice when he speaks about his members or ARMY.

I’ve felt the BTS-shaped void in their absence—not just in the industry but in the hearts of ARMY too. Reconnecting with other BTS writers was hard, and I often felt isolated. But with the release of pre-recorded videos and occasional updates, I’ve slowly started to find my confidence again.

So, while he continues his mandatory military service, I want to dedicate this space to celebrating our man, our husband: Mr. Kim Taehyung!

As per Taecember ritual, my blog will be all about Taehyung. From weekly fics to photos, posts, and everything in between, it’s going to be a month-long celebration of him. Weekly chapters of Rotten Angelcake will go live every Monday, and I’ll be sharing a special fic on his birthday as well. If you’d like to join in beyond just reading, feel free to send any Taehyung-related content my way! I’ll also be following the tag #taecember 2024 for all your posts. Please join me in celebrating, the one and only, Kim Taehyung!

Happy Taecember!

❥ xii. rotten angelcake ⟶ december 2nd ↳ ongoing series, sugar daddy au, s2l

❥ xiii. rotten angelcake ⟶ december 11th ↳ ongoing series, sugar daddy au, s2l

❥ xiv. rotten angelcake ⟶ december 16th ↳ ongoing series, sugar daddy au, s2l

❥ marked by krampus ⟶ december 30th ↳ dark themes, twisted christmas au, monster kink

updated : december 22nd

[dogcodedcatboy]

aaron and roman's first christmas together (kinda)

word count: ~2.1k

[some early relationship stuff. roman isn't used to affection, aaron lays it on thick. mostly roman's POV. no proofreading other than myself so sowwy for typos and pretend i didnt post this at 5:30 am]

❄️ dividers by issysh3ll ❄️

"Well, if it isn't my favorite caterer..." Roman chuckles to himself as he opens the door to his penthouse. He eyes the numerous bags in his boyfriend's hands. It's much more than he usually shows up with, Aaron’s duffle bag accompanied by a gift bag, all sparkly and festive and a little nauseating. "...and still catering, I see. Do you ever, like, turn it off? Or is this just an all-the-time thing?" He waves his hand around, gesturing to everything his boyfriend is carrying as he steps aside to let Aaron in.

They've been 'official' for three months now. Well, as 'official' as they can be when Roman is a total

closet case. Making his doorman sign an NDA seemed like an overreaction, but it lessened the stress of Aaron coming over like this.

"What can I say? I aim to please, even off the clock." Aaron leans in to give Roman a quick peck on the cheek as he makes his way inside. He'd never show up to his /boyfriend's/ apartment empty-handed, certainly not around the holidays.

You're such a suck-up." Roman rolls his eyes and pretends to act annoyed, but the small smile on his face betrays him and he readily leans into the cheek kiss. His eyes drift over Aaron's ugly Krampus sweater. "Ugh, and you look like an elf that got fired for jerking it to freaky BDSM elf porn in his cubicle. And I told you not to get me presents..."

"A porn-addict elf? Really? I think you're projecting." Aaron smirks as he sets his bags down on the kitchen island. "You invited me over 5 days before Christmas, that means we're doing Christmas. Full-frontal, whole-hog, balls-to-the-walls Christmas. I brought cookies and-"

"Jesus Christ, no you didn't. The world's first Marxist faggot tradwife. You're insane." Roman follows Aaron to the kitchen.

Naturally, he has to act annoyed about this. It's admittedly quite nice, having a (relatively) normal person that wants to engage in the mundane coupley bullshit that Roman always wanted but feared he'd never have. However, part of him is perturbed. He really doesn't do this stuff and he's weirdly worried about fucking it up. He knows he hasn't been nailing the whole boyfriend-intimacy-romance thing, even though he was the one who wanted to make it official in the first place.

But he tries. He left a nice bottle of wine on the counter, a cabernet sauvignon that he knows Aaron likes. A romantic gesture. See? He can do those.

Aaron laughs at his joke, as he always does. He then gestures toward the wine. “Hey, nice cab sav. I brought stuff though." Roman watches as Aaron unpacks one of the bags, some peppermint schnapps, vanilla vodka, and a small baggy of red and white powder.

He leans against the counter, crossing his arms. Outdone once again by his stupid thoughtful boyfriend. "Mmm, yes, who my lovely expensive wine when you can have...what is that..ooh, cheap vodka...peppermint liqueur, and..." Roman looks over the selection, eyes narrowing at the plastic bag. "Ooh, and some festive peppermint coke? Nose candy?"

"It's stuff for peppermint martinis, dumbass...and that's crushed-up candy cane for the rims-"

"Oh, c'mon, that's...that's gay. Capital 'G' gay."

"Roman. We are, in fact, gay." Aaron snickers, although he's trying to sound stern.

"Yeah, sure, but not like that though. That's some serious shit."

"So you want yours /without/ the rim? Because it's too gay...?" Aaron raises an eyebrow.

"...No. Okay, fuck you, if you're getting the stupid candy rim, I want it too." Roman concedes playfully, rolling his eyes as he grabs the cocktail shaker and glasses off of his bar cart.

"Okay, duly noted." Aaron's voice is dripping with that sarcasm and faux-irritation that Roman has come to adore. "Oh, and for the record, are the cookies too gay as well? If so, I can throw them right out? Or, like, we could punch them into tiny pieces or something. You know, manly straight guy stuff."

Roman scoffs but his gaze keeps flicking down to the tin of cookies. "Well, they could be gay...guess it depends..."

He reaches out to open it, his fingers anxiously prying at the lid. Inside is an arrangement of glazed gingerbread cookies, each with a unique snowflake design pressed into the top. They're stupidly beautiful, it makes no sense to Roman why anyone would do this bullshit for him.

He tries to keep up the bit. "...Yup, these ones are definitely gay…” He looks down at the tin for a moment, trying and failing not to get all sappy. “You...made these?" Roman asks awkwardly, his voice quiet and more gentle than usual. He doesn't want to seem like he cares about the damn cookies so much, but... well, how could he not? He glances over at Aaron, trying to get a read from him.

"Of course I did, dummy," Aaron replies with a playful smirk, his eyes flickering with amusement as he mixes their drinks. He says it so casually as if Roman's the crazy one for being surprised that someone would do such a thing.

Roman's still staring at the cookies, his expression blank. "You... you didn't have to do that, you know?" His voice is low, his eyes finally flicking back up. He can feel the same warm, fluttery feeling he's come to associate with being around Aaron.

"I know I don't have to," Aaron retorts, his voice tinged with a mix of defiance and conviction as he lifts his gaze to meet Roman's eyes. He radiates an intense, almost protective warmth, something Roman seems to envy, fear, and adore in equal parts. "I do what I do because I want to."

Roman is used to obligatory love, whatever rotten love spreads between his family. Love that hurts more than it could ever begin to heal. Being with Aaron like this, like as his partner, was so overwhelming and so beautiful, like staring right into a fucking solar eclipse. Roman blinks. His jaw clenches and relaxes as he tries to process the answer.

He's quiet for a moment, until eventually he speaks again, his voice rough. "Right. Well, maybe you're just weirdly sentimental. And gay. Gay and overly sentimental." He picks out a cookie, gingerly turning it between his fingertips to examine the details on the top. He tries to come up with something else to say, he tries to mask the vulnerable feeling in his chest. "Did you like, spend hours shaping every damn snowflake?"

"No, Christ, No. They're stamped on. I wouldn't waste that much of my time on you." He teases back. Aaron doesn't look put off by Roman's less-than-enthusiastic reaction. He's still as smug as ever as if he knows Roman is going all soft inside. Of course he knows, no matter how hard Roman tried to avoid it at first, Aaron knows his stupid neuroses and intricacies and how weird he is about all of this stuff.

It's both maddening and endearing how perceptive he is. Roman wants to hate it, deny the mushy feelings, and act like the arrogant prick he is... but the way Aaron looks at him is intoxicating. “You're so... infuriating sometimes," Roman mutters under his breath.

"Mmm...you love it." Aaron has finished mixing the drinks, he leaves them on the counter for a moment as he moves to step behind Roman, his arms wrapping around his shorter boyfriend's waist. "Why don't you just try one already?"

Roman leans back into Aaron's chest, letting out a soft hum. He glances down at the cookies as Aaron wraps his arms around him, his body relaxing. He's gotten more comfortable being casually touched and hugged, a vast improvement from the earlier part of their relationship. He reaches out, selecting one of the iced gingerbread cookies. He lets out another deep sigh as if indulging in sweets were some kind of inconvenience. He takes a tentative nibble.

His face softens as he tastes it. The cookies are perfect, just like everything his stupid talented boyfriend makes. The icing is smooth, and not too sweet. The gingerbread is soft and pleasantly spicy. He takes a much larger bite before he speaks, his voice low and soft. "They're... They're really good. Don't let it go to your head."

Aaron's smirk grows wider, he's clearly letting it go to his head already, the fact that he's making Roman a melt into puddle. He leans down to nuzzle the side of Roman's neck, planting a kiss just below his ear. "You could say 'thank you', you know. Manners cost nothing, you spoiled prick." He purrs.

"Pft, since when do I have manners?" He mutters, his usual arrogance lacking its natural bite. He crams another piece of the cookie into his mouth, humming in satisfaction.

Aaron chuckles against Roman's neck before planting another kiss there. His breath is hot against his skin. “So rude. Maybe my talents would be better appreciated elsewhere…?”

Roman's brain runs through a million biting quips, insults, and sarcastic digs, but it's a losing battle, like a gazelle trying to fight off a lion. "...Fine." He says awkwardly, his cheeks going slightly rosy, "...thanks for the cookies, happy?"

"See? You /are/ capable of being polite after all."

"Ugh, shut up." Roman huffs. He rolls his eyes and reaches out to take a second cookie from the tin. He leans back against Aaron, their bodies pressing together. He can almost feel the smugness exuding from Aaron behind him and it's kind of pissing him off, but simultaneously he's never felt more loved. He takes another bite, mumbling against the cookie. "You're lucky you're hot."

"Awww. There's a compliment in there somewhere." Aaron purrs, watching contentedly as Roman digs into the cookies properly. “Don't forget your festive booze." Aaron gestures towards the half-forgotten martinis on the counter.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting to it." Roman mumbles through a mouthful. He grabs the glass from the counter, taking a few moments to admire Aaron's handiwork. Even the alcohol looks obnoxiously perfect, like something out of a Christmas catalog. He sips it. "God, this is disgustingly girly." He tries to conceal the fact that he's covertly trying to lick the candy off of the edge of the glass

"You're licking the rim. I saw that." He breaks off the embrace to grab his own drink. "Roman Roy, caught in 4k, enjoying frivolous holiday baked goods and cocktails."

"Oh, shaddup. I like the stupid candy cane stuff. Sue me." Roman continues to sip at his drink and nibble on the cookies. It does feel nice to indulge a bit. "So...what's next in our Christmas Ass-blast Spectacular?" He regrettably missed feeling Aaron pressed up against him, he'd never flat out ask his

boyfriend to go cuddle on the couch, but he's secretly hoping that's what's on the docket. He hopes Aaron can't see the neediness in his eyes, but it's hard to miss.

"Well, we have drinks and snacks so....might I suggest a heartwarming, classic, Christmas movie?" Aaron starts wandering towards the living room, expecting Roman to follow.

""Oof. Don't expect me to watch some sappy garbage about an orphan saving Christmas or some shit. If you're gonna make me watch a Christmas movie, It better be Die Hard..." He trails after Aaron, bringing along his drink and several more of those gingerbread cookies. The heartburn will be worth it.

"Of course it's Die Hard, don't be stupid." Aaron smirks as he flops down on Roman's big fancy sectional. He sprawls out with plenty of room for Roman to curl up against him.

"Thank god." Roman mutters as he sits down, taking up residence on the couch and taking the opportunity to curl up with his head against Aaron's chest. He sips his drink as he looks up at his boyfriend, taking him all in. "You know, the only good thing about this time of year is you." He deadpans, as if the admission wasn't absolutely adorable and incredibly out of character for him.

Aaron grins, bringing his hand up to run through Roman's hair. "Aww, how romantic. All the peppermint and gingerbread must be giving you some kind of Christmas poisoning, making you all sappy." The teasing tone is affectionate, just earnest enough that it doesn't make Roman go all weird from the emotional intimacy. "But...thanks, I guess? I just...love you, or whatever. I want you to be happy, I like spending time with you...etcetera etcetera."

Roman grumbles stubbornly, his cheeks turning slightly red at the sweet nothings. He nuzzles his head against Aaron's hand, soliciting more head pets. This still feels so strange, being loved, being safe, not having to worry about the other shoe waiting to drop. He murmurs against his chest, his voice quiet and uncharacteristically open. "I love you too, dickhead... I'll be happy as long as I get to spend Christmas with you, so shut up and put on the damn movie."

For all the happy memories he's never had with the holidays he's finally gaining some.

[ceruleanwhore]

Let's talk about the 'Journal 3 Missing Pages' from the Book of Bill

WARNING: Spoilers below!

So the Book of Bill includes that section of ‘Journal 3 The Missing Pages’ and these pages have been really bothering me ever since I got and read the book. This morning, I finally had time to open up my copy of the third journal and compare the books side-by-side and now these pages actually bug me more than they already did. For one thing, there is no way that the first three of these pages could have been in the third journal, even though the section is clearly labeled as being pages from that journal rather than just missing journal pages in general. For another, when considering Ford as a character and his motives and everything, there is no reason for some of these pages to be missing at all, particularly the stuff around mystery footprints and then the Krampus. Then, there’s also the problem of how this book is supposed to have been made by Bill and he’s not just an unreliable narrator, he’s lying out his ass the whole time and it not only isn’t out of the question that he could’ve fabricated these pages, it actually would make quite a bit of sense if he did.

Starting with the latter point, we clearly see in Journal 3 that while Ford and Fiddleford had a complicated relationship that didn’t end well, Ford never really went through the journal and tried to erase his presence like he did with Bill, and yet that is really the only reason why he would’ve removed that winter section. We have the carnival pages, so there’s actually no reason not to have the winter pages, even if he crossed out certain parts as he’s done with other sections and drawings on other pages. Crossing out the snowmen drawing and the parts about the gloves would make sense, but Ford removing the pages entirely kinda just doesn’t.

Now, it also makes just as little sense for him to have removed the latter half of the pages in this section that talk more about how he realized Bill betrayed him and his experience going up against Bill after the first portal incident. He’s recognized that Bill is tremendously dangerous and sees the value in plastering warnings about him all over the journal, and yet he turns around and destroys all the super valuable, important records of just what Bill was capable of and how bad it was? I get that, irl, this is probably just because the show relied on a bunch of stuff not being written in the journal so then this book is the place where they can put all of it since we’re curious about what we haven’t seen but, in universe, this makes no fucking sense.

Another thing that stands out to me as not making much sense is why he would’ve written two whole pages about Stan in which he records his conversation with Bill about it. His journals aren’t normal journals like normal people keep, they’re his way of recording data about his findings in his time as a field biologist in Gravity Falls. The least relevant of his pages in Journal 3 are the carnival pages but even those serve a purpose in the scope of his research by showing and talking about the fake supernatural stuff in the carnival which then can be directly contrasted with the real things he’s studied. Some of the stuff we got in these new pages would make a lot more sense if he actually had a separate, other journal that he kept like a normal diary and these pages were from that. Hell, if this is what they wanted to do then I think it would’ve made more sense to make that book and do it separately from the Book of Bill.

As for the idea that these pages were actually made by Bill, there’s a few things that stand out to me and make me feel like this is actually just fanfic Bill wrote that reflects his own perspective and even his own fantasies rather than a true or even heavily biased account from Ford himself. One of the main things is how Bill, throughout the book, is very much a bitter ex when it comes to Ford and when I read the parts about Fiddleford that are so heavily fiddauthor coded, it kind of feels like some Mr. Brightside type shit. When Fidds is making Christmas presents for Ford but forgetting to get anything for his wife or coming back early to play hero and save everyone from Krampus, I feel like both of those things, but especially the Krampus part, are out of character for him and it’s the sort of thing that Bill would make up and get mad about or whatever. Hell, no one talks about how valuable Fiddleford was for building that portal and Bill could’ve just manipulated him and gotten him on his side too but he never even tried and instead opted to spend his time and effort on getting Ford to reject Fiddleford.

The other thing that stands out a lot to me is the ‘Bill-Proof Suit’. Ford knows how the mindscape works and that something as stupid as a decoy brain with no neural function is never going to actually detour or stop Bill in the mindscape. Even if he was in the throes of sleep psychosis, this really isn’t the sort of thing I think Ford would ever come up with because it’s deeply impractical. Also, within two episodes of his return in s2, he had that whole computer bank in his basement that he tried to use to Bill-proof Dipper’s mind, so it seems more realistic to me that he was working on that during this period of time or, at the very least, it indicates the sort of thing he would think of as a solution which, notably, has nothing in common with the suit. However, if he started working on a real solution like that computer setup and Bill was annoyed about it, it would be super in character for Bill to make a fake journal page about Ford bringing back the Anti-Cipher’s Bill-Hunting Suit and looking like an idiot.

The main thing that, for me, solidifies this idea that Bill made these pages up is the overall tone of how Ford is presented vs. how Bill is. What we see over and over in these pages is Ford being either a pathetic weirdo or downright unhinged while Bill is only ever clever, witty, and tremendously powerful. Bill being sOoOo powerful is actually what sticks out the most, where he’s talking about all of his super strong, impressive powers and then, when it comes to his weaknesses, interrupts the whole book. Toward the end, the Pines come together to talk about how that’s really the whole point here is that he wants to be seen as this all-powerful god even when he’s actually just a loser rotting in a psych ward. 

When it comes to what exactly was happening in Ford’s mind during that period of time after the portal test, I think it’s actually quite complicated but, overall, I don’t think Bill had a fraction of the power described in the dialogue on the dark pages of the ‘The War in my Mind’ section. What we know is that Bill made a deal with Ford so that he can possess Ford while he’s sleeping — but only while he’s sleeping. I think it’s interesting that the sticky notes bit was included because that just shows how Bill doesn’t even have enough power to sit down with Ford in his mindscape and talk to him, all he can do is beg incessantly through notes. It just seems to me that he doesn’t have nearly the direct power over Ford that’s described and especially when that’s paired with all kinds of stuff that paints Ford in a very unflattering light (like bringing back the anti Cipher society shit), it feels less like Ford is just genuinely going through it and more like Bill is trying to present stuff a certain way and being a salty ex.

Then, on the ‘Snowed In’ page, there’s a snowflake that has Bill in it, which is weird because even though Ford worshipped him like a cult leader and had that whole room full of iconography, the one thing he never did was sneak Bill into his drawings. It almost feels like a hidden signature tbh. I do also think it’s interesting that, after a whole book of Bill being salty about and obsessed with Ford, we get these pages where Ford is shown to be pathetically obsessed with Bill while also having this thing with Fiddleford that’s super romantically coded.

Lastly, as others have pointed out, the journals were completely restored after Bill's defeat so, given that Journal 3 ends after Weirdmageddon, we already have the full, complete journal without any missing pages. When I think about what's been added in this section, it's stuff that either wouldn't have been in this journal in the first place or wouldn't have been removed from the journal if it had been there at all. Also, the 'My Muse' page is written in such a way that it's very clearly the first mention of Bill at any point in any of the three journals - he says he "has a secret" and introduces this "Muse" for what is very obviously the first time ever. Objectively, there could not have been five whole pages about Bill Cipher that even call him by name before this page is written and it wouldn't make any sense for Ford to have written those pages, removed all of them, and then turned around and written the "My Muse" page a month or so after ripping out the "June 15th" stuff.

Anway, obviously we can’t be sure of the intent this book was written with and if it’s meant to be Bill making shit up or if people just accidentally made something that comes across that way, but I personally don’t see these pages as canonically being part of the actual journals. It would be super cool if they’d release the other two journals at some point to expand upon the worldbuilding and also give more insight into the rest of the six years Ford spent doing his research and everything that led up to him summoning Bill. Until then, I’m curious what the rest of y’all think about this.

[serickswrites]

Krampus

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, whipping, drowning, blood, wounds, drugging

Team Leader sagged heavily in the chains that kept them standing at attention at the whipping post. Their back was raw and painful, though they were sure the bleeding had stopped hours ago. They could barely keep their eyes open. But they had to. For the team's sake.

"I'll make you a deal," Whumper had said once they finished whipping Team Leader. "I will only hurt your team, but I won't kill them if you can keep awake."

Team Leader had barely been conscious at that point, but they couldn't let their team down. They clawed their way to consciousness and fought to keep their eyes open.

But it had been hard.

Watching Teammate One get waterboarded for an hour had been difficult. Hearing Teammate One's drowning sounds had shaken Team Leader to their core. But they knew that Teammate One would live. They could keep awake for Teammate One. Teammate One wouldn't drown.

Watching Teammate Two be whipped at another post had been painful. Each crack had Team Leader jumping. Each cry of pain had them cringing. Because they knew how painful it was. How much pain Teammate Two had to be in. But they stayed awake.

Whumper stopped whipping Teammate Two and left Teammate Two unconscious and in chains at the whipping post. "Why are you still awake?"

"I won't let you kill my people," Team Leader said through gritted teeth. "I can stay awake."

Whumper stood just in front of Smallest Teammate. "You can, can you?" They grabbed Smallest Teammate by the hair. Smallest Teammate cried out, unable to grab onto Whumper to stop being dragged. "You'll stay awake so I don't drown this one? They are so pretty. It would be lovely to watch the bubbles escape their lips. Lovely to watch them go still in the water."

"I won't let you kill them," Team Leader growled.

Whumper dragged Smallest Teammate to a large tub in the center of the room. They shoved Smallest Teammate in, clipping the cuffs to a ring at the bottom of the tub. Satisfied that Smallest Teammate wouldn't escape, Whumper walked over to the table of instruments at the side of the room. "We'll just see how long you can stay awake after this, Team Leader."

Team Leader strained to see what Whumper had grabbed and was walking towards them with. "I won't pass out. I won't fail my team."

Whumper turned on the hose attached to the tub as the walked by. Team Leader could hear Smallest Teammate struggle against their cuffs to get out of the rapidly filling tub.

"We'll just see about that," Whumper sneered at Team Leader. They plunged a needle into Team Leader's arm before Team Leader could reply.

The room spun as Team Leader had a rush of blood to the head. "What....what did you give me?" Everything was hazy and they couldn't blink through the haze.

Whumper smirked. "Just a little something they use to sedate people before surgery. It should be taking effect any moment now."

Team Leader's heart raced as they could feel unconsciousness begin to suck them under. They couldn't fall asleep. They couldn't let Smallest Teammate drown. "I...I...I..." but the words died on Team Leader's tongue as it became heavy in their mouth.

"Sleep tight, Team Leader. Don't worry, I'll be sure to record Smallest Teammate's bath for you. We can review all the beautiful, final moments together when you wake."

And though Team Leader raged against the dying of the light, they couldn't keep their eyes open. They prayed that Whumper wouldn't let Smallest Teammate drown. That they wouldn't wake to a world without Smallest Teammate. Team Leader's grip on consciousness faded to the sounds of Smallest Teammate struggling to keep their head above water.

[kyber-shack]

glass animals released an album on how our perspective of love is skewed and is a lot more work than it seems. theres songs about being in abusive relationships especially, and the song Show Pony is an overview of the whole album from an outsider's perspecive, perhaps in love with the victim of abuse.

first chorus is how they met, second chorus is getting suspicious of the mistreatment and overlooking it, and chorus three is remembering the abuse and pointing out that the hurt was there from the very beginning.

AND NOW if i may make a connection to the abusive relationship ford was deceived into bc of Bill's lies. first chorus, they met, they flirted and literally referred to each other as 'Partners', had good times clearly (gave him rats on his birthday, got him hammered and the rest you know.)

second chorus, the way he wouldnt show up for weeks at a time and especially didnt help during the Krampus incident because Bill was probably jealous of Fiddleford and could tell he was attracted to Ford.

third chorus, the heavy abuse of Bill taking Ford's body on a joy ride on the VHS tape. the tacky tattoo, eating things you shouldn't, obtaining a criminal record, the physical toll on ford's body through all that. the hurt from the very beginning? the warning sign when it was already too late? the right eye bleeding, taking a toll on Ford already.

[chawsthetransfemdino]

I just got back from a horror convention down in Maryland (Monster Mania) and the gender envy was going HARD. Idc that it's cosplay, I still want their gender god damnit. I did get to meet David Arquette tho and I fanboyd HARD about his pro-wrestling career.

I went with a friend and it's her Birthday tomorrow, so David gave her a free autograph (normally $60) and then she started fanning out so we both were fanning out HARD

Then she went to meet Tom Savini and he was lame ngl. He didn't really talk at all, even tho his line was empty, but she got a picture so she was happy

I carried her stuff around (she got more selfies than I did so I held the stuff), including her Beetlejuice purse, and bc ig I'm fem passing now and I was holding a purse, some random Krampus cosplayer referred to me as a girl and I tweaked SO HARD. Like, THANK YOU SO MUCH SIR. YOU'RE THE BEST. Sadly, I was on boy-mode bc I'm not out to my dad so I had to "correct" him.

I got a book called "Cthulu explains it all" and an autograph with David Arquette. There wasn't a lot of merch, which bumbed me out bc I've been looking for a Hellraiser puzzle box for a while now, and I still haven't found one

We stopped at a record store on the way back tho and I got Mettalicas black album for $20 which is EXTREMELY cheap so yippee

[abuse-ken]

If you have/can make translations for the following songs, please let me know! I'm currently trying to have all of Abuse's songs archived on youtube, with lyrics when possible. I can send over a recording of the song if you'd like to translate some but don't know where to find them. You will be given credit

Songs with an asterisk have written lyrics

>>4 I'm On My Way

Bad Night

Believe it

Bullet

Buy a Gun

Bye Bye

Bye Bye Mushroom*

Cum

Dogdays

Eugrom

First Snow

Futtekuru

Gasoline Bridge

Ignite I

Ignite II

Ignite III

Ignite _

Ikebukuro Night West Exit 20240623 

iKill

iKill2

iluvmusiciluvfurry

Killo

Krampus

Ma • Ga • I • Mo • No • Kan • Zen • Tai

Morgue

Porn, Movies, and Melonpan

Reversible Gochujang

River Rafting (demo)

Run Away from Home

Siiim2

Shokishodo*

Sink Into the Dead of Night

Trust Me

Untitled

Water Balloon

[moosha-mushroom]

He is the CEO of Kakos Industries. He urges you to Do Evil Better. He can’t participate in sleepwalking-based activities. He sits in the recording booth barefoot. He shot his soundman in the dick. His soundman shot him in the leg, aiming for his dick. His favorite celebration is Halloween. He dresses up as Krampus each Yule. He is sexually repressed. He avoids people if their name is Tabitha. He doesn’t understand babies. He doesn’t believe in an afterlife. He probably has a panic disorder. He has a tendency to overthink things. He likes a woman in charge. He wears tight clothing. He doesn’t like nail polish because it’s a sensory thing. He threatens you every single episode. He sometimes creeps on couples he finds cute. He has so many rivals. He thought he was moss once. Dark auras surrounded him for a while. He plays table top roleplaying games. He sometimes helps couples get back together. His favorite department is all about boring things. He has a submersible he just… takes out to a lake sometimes. He was in a war. He loves the Division of Kaiju Monster Battles. He has a tenuous yet sweet relationship with a highly intelligent monster who takes care of a bunch of genetically modified babies. He thinks highly of his grandfather. He hasn’t taken an heir. He is in a somewhat non-committal relationship with a cult leader(but don’t worry, they’re really cute together) He had a robot constantly trying to ‘protect’ him. He really wants a monster arm. His employees make fun of him. He was deemed unsexy for a time. He appreciates the ritual of dumping random shit outside Kakos Industries for someone who never picks them up. He tried solving a murder that didn’t happen. He was a queen for a bit, but that didn’t last. He gaslit someone during the apocalypse and sent them to their death. He really enjoys going on vacation. He lost his memory for a bit. He thinks his soundman is his most loyal ally. He is bisexual as shit. He is the most evil thing in the known universe.

[zippy-reacts]

Sonic the Comic Liveblog: Issue 119

Don't want to be a negative nancy so I will bring this up for the first and last time here: I've had a sneaky look at the covers of some future issues and a lot of them do the exact same stylistic thing with Sonic's head that this cover does. I just don't like it at all. It's such an awkward way to draw the quills from a front view and the shading just clashes horribly with the rest of the image.

With that said, onto the rest of the comic!

A new look from next issue! From the sneak peek they're really leaning into the ✨3D graphics✨

Oh boy this sent me down a research rabbit-hole. I thought the name Peter in connection to Christmas sounded familiar and turns out across different cultures there are a whole heap of different characters that act as companions to St. Nicholas. Many of them have the task of punishing naughty children; Krampus probably being one of the most well known ones. Anyway, this guys seems like a very vague amalgamation of those concepts, with the name Peter possibly maybe coming from Zwarte Piet

Although this character definitely seems to be more of a villain in contrast to Father Christmas here.

Oh dear. Some mistaken identity shenanigans are about to be afoot.

Sonic beats the shit out of the real, honest-to-god Santa. Wouldn't get this in any other comic folks.

Ok! So I was definitely right about the St Nicholas companion inspriation for Peter!

I think he understood the intent rather than the action lol

Anyway, in this Tails one-off story this guys has a stress-induced breakdown and goes full-Scrooge in the most extreme way possible. They never explain where he got the mech suit.

Ok, so was Sonic actually at that Christmas light switch-on? Is this the only record of it on the internet?

I like Amy's winter coat

This issue also gave out tickets for Segaworld! Unfortunately even if it was still open nowadays, the expiry date is March 1998 so you can't just print out this scan. 😉