#margú

[connected-the-dots]

Drawing the Klaus cast as ponies bc I wanna (WIP)

[pazam]

Happy (super belated) Klaus day!

[velnir]

🇬🇧 I'm so excited for being able to FINALLY show you our collab with this marvelous people 😭💜 we, @k_rayen and @qatoqueen made this #switcharoundmeme and we were soooo excited ALL the TIME, this was so fun to dooo AAAAA 😭💜💜💜 THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYS FOR LET ME PARTICIPATE ON THIS.

Also you can see some close up of the process

🇪🇸 Ah que emoción poder al fin mostrarles ESTA COLABORACIÓN en la que participé con estas ARTISTAS MARAVILLOSAS 😭💜

Con la @qatoqueen y la @k_rayen hicimos este #switcharoundmeme y, weon, estuvimos tooodo el tiempo super emocionadaaas y mas encima la pasamos tan bien fangirleando cuando esto iba avanzando más y más kjdfhj esto fue muy divertido de haceeeeer AAAAA 😭💜💜💜 MUCHAS GRACIAS POR DEJARME PARTICIPAR CON USTEDES.

Ademas pueden ver unos close up del proceso

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#pinkdiamond #stevenuniverse #klausnetflix #klaus #margú #marguklaus #hitsugaya #hitsugayatoshiro #toshirohitsugaya #bleach #fanart #art #artistsoninstagram #artist #digitalart #photoshop #doodle #doodlesofinstagram #drawings #draw #illustration #illustratorsoninstagram #photoshopart #photoshopillustration #digitalillustration #digitalartist

[frozenprocedural]

TDOE... multi days?

So I’ve missed a few. But I wanted to get this up for @patricia-von-arundel‘s birthday at least (creator of Alarik, Jenny, Dag and Neta). Happy Birthday- I know it’s not Fire Emblem, but I hope it’ll work! This one’s pretty Jenny-centric. Set in my Beowulf!verse.

Rating: K

Celebration

Jenny woke early to the watery grey light of false dawn, blinking until she remembered why she was so excited to be awake. 

It was Jul.

Jul, which meant it was time for the Northuldra- those that were able- to make the short trip to the big lake to meet the Arendellians for a week- long celebration full of feasts, trading, games and more. 

She leapt up from her bed, grabbing the nearest set of clothes she could find and hurriedly pulling off her nightgown. Once dressed, she bolted down the loft ladder and to where her parents slept, leaping onto the big bed.

"Mama! Papa! It's Jul! It's Juuuul!"

"Your daughter is awake." She heard Papa murmur. 

"Hmmmmm. Before dawn, she's your daughter." Mama muttered back. 

Papa sighed and sat up, causing Jenny to cackle when she saw his hair sticking out all over in crazy directions. He smiled and reached out, pulling her into her arms.

"Good morning, Eldig, and happy Jul. Let's try to be a little quieter, and let your brother sleep." 

Jenny glanced at the bassinet where Dag was, at the moment, still sleeping, and made a face. "He's still asleep. He's always asleep. It's boring."

"Babies need a lot of sleep, little one. Even you did." Mama was sitting up now as well, her hair a cloudy tangle. She opened her arms for a hug, and Jenny crawled in. She wasn't sure she quite agreed with what Mama said about her sleeping, but she decided to let it go. 

She still remembered Mama being hidden behind the walls of the medical tent, Aunt Ráfi and Papa, heads bowed together, Papa’s face tight with worry. He’d always smile when he’d see Jenny, but she knew he was worried. And even with two months having passed since Mama’s return to their cabin, everyone’s attention seemed to always be on Dag- especially Mama’s. 

Jenny missed her.

“Mama?” Jenny looked up, noticing the dark marks under her mother’s eyes. She snuggled closer, hoping the answer would be good. “Are you coming?”

Mama sucked in a breath and looked away. From the corner of her eye, she saw Papa tense up. 

“I don’t thi… I don’t know yet, Jenny. We’ll have to see.”

Jenny sighed, biting her lip. She knew Mama, and Dag, hadn’t been feeling well for a while, but Jenny had so hoped she could join them for the Jul celebration. Still, she knew arguing would do nothing, so she settled for hugging Mama tight and whispering “I hope so, Mama. Even if you bring Dag.”

That got a chuckle from both Mama and Papa. Papa scooped her up.

“Let’s let Mama and Dag rest for a bit. You and I can make up breakfast. How do blackberries and cream sound? Uncle Ryder brought us some dried ones yesterday.”

Jenny perked up, leaping off the bed and bounding into the small kitchen. She didn’t notice the sad, soft look her father gave her mother before rising to follow her.

………..

After breakfast, Papa took Jenny out to the village where final preparations were being made for travel. Almost immediately she spotted Aunt Honeymaren and Aunt Ráfi directing the flurry of activity. But where was-

"Jenny!"

Jenny squealed with delight as their daughter- Margú- slammed into her, the two of them immediately rolling around on the ground. Papa chuckled and pulled them both to their feet, dusting them off.

"Alright you two. I have a few things left to do, but it looks like we will be heading out within the hour. Jenny, I'll call you when it's time to leave. Make sure you're watching where you go, alright? There's a lot happening today."

Jenny and Margú nodded before taking off to find the other children, all of whom shared their excitement for the big day. 

When Papa finally called her back, Jenny was hoping she might see Nøkk standing by their cabin, ready to carry Mama to the front of the line. To her disappointment, she only saw Papa hitching Beowulf and her daughter Margú to the sleigh. After saying goodbye to the human Margú, Jenny went up to the sleigh, unable to hide her sadness. 

Just as she approached, there was a movement inside the doorway, and Mama appeared, carrying a heavily-bundled Dag in the baby sling. When Papa saw the two of them, he grinned and walked over, taking Mama's hand.

Jenny was surprised to see that Mama looked almost… scared. 

But then her mother took a deep breath, straightened, and strode over to the stream running next to their cabin. The water’s surface rippled then churned, and Nøkk rose with a whinny, shaking their mane and nuzzling Mama as she chuckled and rubbed their muzzle, sending a wave of ice over their body.

“Well, little one, what do you think? Should we go see your Aunt and Uncle?"

Jenny rushed over, giggling when Nøkk lipped at her hair. She waited for them to kneel, as they usually would before she and Mama mounted. However, ropes of ice wound about the spirit's body to form a harness, and Jenny followed it to see a sledge forming behind them. She looked at Mama, who gave her an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, little one, but I won't be able to ride Nøkk this year. Will you still sit with me?"

Jenny grinned. It didn't matter that they wouldn't be riding Nøkk. It didn't even matter that Dag would be with her. 

She would be with Mama. 

Papa laid down furs in the sledge, and Jenny snuggled up to Mama's side with a happy sigh. Mama kissed the top of her head before turning to address the group of Northuldra behind them.

"Let us go to the celebration!"

The Northuldra cheered, and Nøkk started off with a quick trot. 

………… 

Through the forest they travelled, the peaks of the high mountains peeking above the treetops. Jenny leaned against the edge of the sledge, taking in the scenery. Even though she lived in the forest, Jenny never grew tired of it. It was an ever-changing landscape, never dull. Even though Neta lived in a big castle, Jenny knew she lived in the most amazing place ever. 

Soon enough, a break in the trees appeared, bringing into sight the broad expanse of the big lake. 

The lake and surrounding shoreline were swathed in lanterns and dotted with bonfires. As soon as the Northuldra party came into view, a cheer rose from the Arendellians. Jenny saw several figures break away from the main group.

"There they are, Mama! There they are!"

Mama's face was lit up with joy, and Nøkk responded, moving from an easy trot to a rolling canter, snorting and shaking their head. Jenny leaned forward, whooping with joy.

Within a minute, the two parties came together. Aunt Anna leapt off her horse and ran to Mama, barely giving her time to stand before throwing her arms around her, careful to avoid Dag. 

Jenny found herself similarly embraced seconds later. She yelped, then grinned. 

"Neta!" Her cousin spun her around before setting her back down. 

"Good to see you again, Jenny."

“You too, Neta!”

“There’s the little firecracker!” Aunt Anna had her now, and Jenny eagerly returned the hug. Uncle Kristoff was right behind her, looking uncomfortable in his fancy clothes- Jenny knew he would change as soon as he could. He swept her up in the air and she shrieked with joy- even Papa wasn’t as tall as Uncle Kristoff.

By then, the Papa and the Northuldra had caught up to them, while the rest of the Arendellians gathered behind Aunt Anna’s guard. Papa greeted the rest of the family, then Aunt Anna took Mama’s hand and grinned.

“Should we start? Officially, I mean?”

Mama returned her smile and nodded. They turned to the assembled groups, their voices raised high.

“Let the celebration begin! God Jul!”

[elaccfinds]

NAMES

A

Aerwyna Agnes Alder Aleks Alex Alice Alicia Aline Allegra Alvar Alve Anchovy Andromeda Angus Anicotti Ansel Aoife Apollo Apple Apricot April Arden Artemis Aspen Aster Astrid Audie Auggie August Aurelia Aurora Ava Avery Azalea Aífe

B

Baby Basil Bea Bean Beatrice Beau Bee Beetle Bessie Billie Birdie Bitty Blair Blaire Blue Blythe Bobby Bree Briar Brynn Bucket Bug Bunny Button

C

Cael Calder Cally Candi Cane Caroline Cashmere Cedar Celia Charlie Chester Chevre Chip Chrissy Citrine Clementine Clio Coraline Cosima Cosmo Cotton Cricket

D

Daisy Daffodil Dandelion Dante Daphne Darby Deena Deirdre Dew Dharma Digit Dmitri Doe Dorothy Dot Dotty Dune

E

Ebony Eden Edna Elias Elijah Elise Elle Ellie Ellis Elmer Elska Enya Etta Even

F

Fable Fauna Fawn Faye Felicity Fern Fifer Fig Finn Finnegan Fiona Fizz Fizzy Fleur Flora Florence Florian Forest Francine Frankie Franky Freida Freija Freja Frida Friga

G

Gaia Gale Gayle Genevieve Gil Granola Griffin Guinevere Gus Gwen

H

Halley Harper Haven Hazel Helia Helike Hilda Holly Honey Hope Hortensia Hugo

I

Illia Ilona Imogen Irina Iris Isak Isolde Ivan Ivy

J

Jelly June July

K

Kiara Kitty Klaus

L

Lavender Leif Lemon Lennon Lilac Lily Lolly Love Lucha Lucky Lucy

M

Mabel Maelle Mairead Maisie Mallory Mango Maple Margie Margú Marigold Marina Mars Marshal Milo Minnow Mint Mocha Molly Monty Myrtle

N

Nesrin Nettle Newt Noah Nora

O

Odette Odin Olive Opal Ophelia Orion

P

Pansy Parker Parsley Parsnip Pascal Pea Peach Peggy Penelope Peony Pepper Peridot Pickle Pigeon Pini Piper Polly Pond Poppy Portia Posie Prairie Primrose

Q

Qetsiyah Queenie

R

Rain Raspberry Raven Rebel Reuben Rhiannon Rhoswen Riley River Rocket Rory Rowan Ruben Rue Rufus

S

Saffron Sage Salem Sam Saoirse Scott Scout Sesame Siofra Sol Sprite Sprout Sutton

T

Tea Teah Thelma Thimble Thistle Thyme Tilda Tova Tuesday Tufva Tulip Turnip Twig Twiggy

V

Vanille Vega Velvet Vera Verity Vernon Violet

W

Waverley Whisper Willow Wreath

[eggpuffs]

i was going to suggest you watch klaus but then i was like no i bet she already did or will soon and then i saw your latest repost. i agree with your tags! i also loved the movie and margu omg

KASJDFLAKSJDJ omgosh a lot of people recommended it and i was like I DON’T HAVE TIME IT’S FINALS but finally this weekend i sat down and i was like dYING IT WAS SO SWEET TT TT i loooove margú like BIGGEST CUTIE TO EVER CUTE 

and gave me huge emperor’s new groove vibes which is one of my favorite movies (like i honestly watched it every day for a week one time last year LOL)

i’m so glad you enjoyed it too though!! and it’s so sweet you thought of recommending it lkJASJDF 💖💐🌈✨💕 honestly it surprised me and now i’m just like..dang need to watch it again IT WAS JUST SO LOVELY AND HEARTFELT!!!

[rainyday-deer]

What was your favorite part of Klaus?

Oh man..... The animation, for one. It's absolutely gorgeous. Klaus himself is also like. 10/10

The scene when Margú gets her sled was just. Ugh. My heart.

[carnetdeshiva]

Margus

Paris 1 - Louvre Rivoli - Châtelet - Cuisine franco colombien - Tapas

La maison : Depuis quelques mois, le ventre de Paris s'enflamme avec l’ouverture de Margús. Après le franc succès de Sōma (Izakaya franco-japonaise du Marais) Juan et Alexandre, les frères aux origines colombiennes rendent hommage à leurs racines en créant ce petit restaurant à grande sensation ensoleillée qui porte le surnom de leur mère et grand-mère, Margús. 

Le décor : L’enseigne Française et historique "Aux amis des Halles” à l’extérieur, un air plutôt Paris-Rio à l’intérieur. Les murs vert pastel, les mobiliers de bistrot parisien, les miroirs d'époque et le grand zinc côtoient des touches de couleur, des pots de cactus et de vraies vieilles photos de familles pour nous envoler directement vers l’Amérique latine. 

Le chef : David KJELLSTENIUS (ex-Au Passage et actuel chef au Carbón), créateur de la nouvelle carte fait confiance au chef en place, Ronald ORJUELA qui envoie du lourd avec sa justesse des cuissons, ses influences culinaires et ses dressages extraordinairement spectaculaires.

Les assiettes : Les icônes classiques de la cuisine sud américaine magnifiés, réjouis et re pensés en grande partie dans l’esprit de partage.

Le guacamole et ses petits morceaux d’avocat, merveilleusement assaisonné et accompagné de très croustillantes chips de betterave est sans aucun doute le plus sexy et le plus authentique de la capitale.

A continuer avec le ceviche de mulet, une oeuvre d’art à l’oeil et une explosion de fraicheur et de notes marines en bouche.

Les tacos n’ont jamais été aussi minutieusement élaborés, assemblés de tels beaux produits et exhibés en mode haute couture.

Cerise sur le gâteau, le fabuleux pain perdu au dulce de leche revient régulièrement comme dessert du jour.

Le coup de food : Les Patates douces panées et leur mayonnaise au citron vert, à tomber par terre ...

Le plus : Les très bons cocktails créatifs renouvelés chaque semaine.

Le moins : RAS.

Le vin : Belles références de vins naturels du terroir et surtout sud-américains, accompagnés des recommandations pointues des propriétaires. 

Le service : Sans faute, friendly et décontracté à l’image de l’esprit de la maison.   

Meilleure place : Les banquettes jaunes face au comptoir ou les chaises vis à vis de jolis objets décoratifs et de merveilleuses bouteilles.

J’y retournerai pour : Les patates douces, les tacos, les cocktails et la bonne humeur des frères !

Le Prix : A Midi ; les tacos : 7 € - Les bols 16 € - Les desserts : 8 € / Le soir ;  Les assiettes à partager : De 4 € à 22 € - Grande assiette à partager : 58 € - Dessert 8 €

Les Horaires : Du mardi au samedi : de 12h00 à 14h30 et de 19h30 à 23h00 - Fermé lundi et dimanche.

La réservation : Par téléphone et via le site

Adresse : 1 Rue des Prouvaires 75001 Paris - France

Téléphone : 09 87 10 42 03

Site web : www.margus.fr

Les réseaux sociaux : Facebook et Instagram

D’autres photos :

© Photos : Shiva Sherbaf

[harmonicacave]

I wish

Margú

a very happy

Every Day

NEW ICON IS PERFECT NO IM NOT TAKING QUESTIONS AT THIS TIME.

[connected-the-dots]

Kitty mogens with lil mouse margú!

[connected-the-dots]

Wait-- wait wait wait--

Can. Can mogens speak saami? (Or at least know the basics?)

Bc margú HAD to have taken the ferry to get to smeerensburg-- we see jesper and Klaus had to take it to get to her village-- that just makes me wonder, does mogens speak a bit of saami? Cause how could he know where tf she wanted to go? (Unless the ferry ONLY goes from the mainland to smeerensburg-- but still)

And she can't speak or write English, so mogens must have either played a game of charades with her to know what she wanted and where she wanted to go, or, mogens can speak a little bit of saami--

[velnir]

🇬🇧 Here you can see the close up for margú if you can't see well from the full image of the #switcharoundmeme !! ✧☽˚｡⋆ 🇪🇸 Aquí pueden ver el close up, mas grande, del proceso de margú por si no pueden ver bien desde la imagen completa del #switcharoundmeme !! ✧☽˚｡⋆ ♞♘♞♘♞♘ ♘♞♘♞♘♞ #marguklaus #margú #klausnetflix #klaus #fanart #art #artistsoninstagram #artist #digitalart #photoshop #doodle #doodlesofinstagram #drawings #draw #illustration #illustratorsoninstagram #photoshopart #photoshopillustration #digitalillustration #digitalartist https://www.instagram.com/p/B-2e4sQFfpN/?igshid=29slvwrom5m4

[rhodochrosite-love]

The Christmas display was typical, to say the least. Red and green, green and red, enough tinsel to put a wrestler to sleep— you get it.

At this time of year, every mother and father, or aunt, uncle, or long distant cousin (in Jespers case, it was the last one) was dying to get their kids on Santa’s lap. To have their sweet little angels heart be satisfied so they could go home and fall asleep in front of the TV like they always do. In Jespers case, it was just a quick trip to the mall, but his cousin Margú (bless her heart) wanted to see Santa Claus. Wowza! What a surprise!

After a short amount of back-and-forth, Jesper groaned and agreed, which leads us to now: Standing in a line that goes aaaaall the way back to the Macy’s. At first, Jesper thought, ‘Thanks, dad! I really wanted to babysit the twerp this weekend! Oh, lucky me!’

But as they got closer and closer to St. Nicholas’ golden throne, his mood began to change.’ ‘Holy mackerel, that Santa’s hot!’ Jesper couldn’t believe his eyes! This man had arms that were thrice his waist size, and that chest— don’t even get him STARTED on that chest. However, as if by magic, Margú’s mood changed too.

“Jesper, jeg er ikke så sikker på Santa Claus lenger.” The little girl shuffled in her boots, nervousness invading her senses. Jesper looked down at her incredulously, “but we’ve gotten this far! Why not just do it and get it over with?!” Margú presses her lips into a fine line and averted her eyes. “Hva om julenissen ikke liker meg?” Jesper rolled his eyes and smiled, laughing like she had just made a joke.

He kneeled down to her level, “Why wouldn’t Santa like you? You’re a sweetheart! Plus, who cares what he thinks?” As soon as the words came out of him, he let out a ‘yeesh’ towards himself. Margú stares up at him with those big ol’ eyes, “ville du sitte på fanget hans først? bare for å vise meg at han er fin?”

Jespers cheeks flushed as he turned to the man in question— he had a little boy on his lap who was smiling so big it looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head! Despite his funny look, the burly man on the chair had a gentle grin on his face, showcasing his kind rosy cheeks.

“vær så snill, kusine Jesper?” Jesper turned back to his cousin and sighed, patting her head as he agreed.

Jesper stood back up and took a deep breath. There was only one person ahead of him now. Only one person that stood between him and the extremely attractive Santa Claus and his mission.

His mission to sit on Santa’s lap, and show little Margú that this Santa was indeed, nice.

It took 15 minutes for the little girl ahead of Jesper and Margú to be done with Santa. Once the person directing the people showed them forward, it was Jespers time to shine. He quickly told the director that he was gonna sit on Santa’s lap to show his cousin that she shouldn’t be scared, to which they replied, “Yeah, we get that a lot. Go ahead, try not to pop one while you’re out there.”

Jesper flushed a deep red as he considered that situation. Popping a boner on Santa Clauses lap? In the middle of mall traffic? In front of hundreds of kids? The most he can say is that he’ll try his best to control himself as he stepped up to the handsome St. Nick.

“Hey! Uh, I’m gonna go first, just to show my little angel that it’s okay! Not that you’re, uh, scary! *ahem* s-sir, but she’s really a nice girl, so uh-“. Jesper gulped, cutting himself off. He felt like he was climbing a damn mountain! After a few minutes of struggling with no help whatsoever, he was proudly sitting on the incredibly burly thigh of a mall Santa.

Once Jesper looked up to the Santa, his breath caught in his throat. The man was looking down at him with a dangerous glint in his eye, and Jesper didn’t know if he should’ve been scared or horny.

Once Jesper began to stammer, the Santa Claus put on a cheerful smile and laid his hands around the smaller man. “Oh ho ho! What a good man, helping his little girl! I’m sure plenty of us could follow his example every now and again.” The smaller man felt Santa’s hand travel lower down his back until his felt it on his backside— wait, what?!

‘Is this Santa really going for it?! In the middle of the mall?!’ But he definitely was. Jesper felt the man slip a finger down his pants while simultaneously pinning him to his own leg, what a world we live in!

“So tell me, have you been a good boy this year?” A couple of snicker we’re drawn by those in the front of the line, and Margú was unaware of the Santa’s alterior motive with her cousin, but she was being convinced very quickly that he was the nicest man in the world if he made cousin Jesper look like that!

Jespers whole face was hot, and his cheeks were tinted the brightest pink! Still aware of his surroundings, he nodded his head, “y-you betchA-!” He gasped, feeling a very thick finger trace the his rim, and the large hand that was just on his leg move to cover the growing tent in his pants.

The Santa leaned in closer and chuckled, “That’s good! Is there anything you’d want for Christmas?” The mans deep voice was really making little Jesper go crazy, huh? Nonetheless, Jesper has to say something!

With the big mans finger tracing his hole, and his chest pressing up against his own, and now his thumb was rubbing up his cock, all Jesper could whine out was a quiet, “how about a million dollars...?

After a moment of silence, the Santa burst out laughing, both hands leaving Jespers body and giving him whiplash as he was jostled out of the seat, “If I find a million dollars in my workshop, then I’ll be sure to give you a call, sir!” That got a few laughs out of the crowd, and just like that, Jesper was sent towards the exit and Margú was running into Santa’s lap with excitement!

Minutes passed and Jesper was still reeling. ‘Wow, I guess there’s a first for everything huh? I’d love it if I knew what the Santa really wanted to do to me... maybe tie me up with ribbons and go to town on my-‘. His thoughts were interrupted by precious Margú chasing towards him to tackle his legs in a hug of appreciation, bouncing up and down with the excitement of one thousand sugar-powered six-year-olds.

“så du meg, kusine ?! Jeg satt på fanget på Santa Clauses, og jeg fortalte ham at jeg ville ha en seilslede, og han sa at han ville ta den med meg! du hadde rett, han ER fin!” Her smile was glowing, and Jesper had smiled gratefully towards her. He looked up at the the Santa and gave him the same treatment, until Margú grabbed at his pant leg again.

“Julenissen sa også å gi deg dette-“ Margú held out a piece of paper, just a tiny slip that left her hand and fled into Jespers. He read it quickly, his cheeks burning at the words written.

Klaus. XXX-XXX-XXXX

“han sa det slik at han kan gi deg hva du virkelig vil ha til jul?” Margú was confused, but shrugged it off and started to head towards the pretzel stand, leaving Jesper to gulp and look towards the Santa. “Give me what I really want for Christmas, huh?”

Klaus was showing a kid off towards his parents when he made eye contact with Jesper. He bowed his head and took a finger into his mouth, darting his tongue out to lick the tip. Jesper recognized that hand as the one that took a trip down south, and he felt a pang in his loins as he watched Klaus fulfill a very dietary fantasy that Jesper never thought he had.

“Margú, get back here!” Jesper chawed agter the girl as he thought about his new Christmas wish. He smirked, ‘oh yeah, merry christmas to me.’

———-

Anyway, I hope this was satisfying! I know it was haha. Have a good night!

So who's trying to write these Klaus x Jesper fanfics for me? I'm thinking maybe a professor sleeping with student au🤔 or and some I slept with my dad's business associate au. Here's a list for those who wanna make me some, I'm trying to get into the christmas spirit😏

Jesper covered in nothing but a Christmas ribbons, surprise Klaus on anniversary

Jesper wearing Klaus's winter coat and nothing else

Margu thinks Jesper and Klaus are married, and starts to worry when she doesn't see them kiss like her Papa does with Mama. Both try to convince her they're not, but end up trying to please her so she won't cry

Lesbian bestie Alva spends whole night trying to get Jesper to talk to the Bear across the bar, Jesper says no but, Klaus has been staring all night when he's not looking

Jesper dad cuts him off and with no money he finds help in Klaus and they start falling in love... possible slow burn. Or for you naughty ones Jesper has to do sexual favors in order to stay in his high end apartment , Klaus is the land lord.

Jesper with no money again, makes the wrong choices and borrows money from Loan Shark Klaus

Jesper dad runs out of money ends up selling Jesper to Mob boss Klaus

Jesper becomes an assistant to the CEO of a big toy company, how was he supposed to know his new boss was the guy he slept with last night.

Jesper gets on the naughty list and gets more more than a lump of coal in his stocking. No his stocking stuffer is 10 long inches of hard wood😏

Jesper is trying to ride Klaus like a reindeer all night long.

Jesper takes his cousin Margu to see mall Santa and promised a picture for her parents. Margu gets to shy and says she'll only go if she's see Jesper on Santa's lap first to make sure it's safe.

Jesper grudgingly agrees but, when did mall Santa's become kinda hot? and how is he supposed to keep calm with this mans thick hand on his waist hovering over his butt, and his deep voice growling in his ear. Oh geez the mall is no place to get a boner especially in front of all these kids... wait did he just squeeze my ass? And why did slip in my pocket?

Jesus christ what is wrong with me🤣🤣🤣

I practically wrote that last one so someone please put it together

[velnir]

🇬🇧 I'm so excited for being able to FINALLY show you our collab with this marvelous people 😭💜 we, @k_rayen and @qatoqueen and me made this #switcharoundmeme and we were soooo excited ALL the TIME, this was so fun to dooo AAAAA 😭💜💜💜 THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYS FOR LET ME PARTICIPATE ON THIS. 🇪🇸 Ah que emoción poder al fin mostrarles ESTA COLABORACIÓN en la que participé con estas ARTISTAS MARAVILLOSAS 😭💜 Con la @qatoqueen y la @k_rayen hicimos este #switcharoundmeme y, weon, estuvimos tooodo el tiempo super emocionadaaas y mas encima la pasamos tan bien fangirleando cuando esto iba avanzando más y más kjdfhj esto fue muy divertido de haceeeeer AAAAA 😭💜💜💜 MUCHAS GRACIAS POR DEJARME PARTICIPAR CON USTEDES. ♞♘♞♘♞♘ ♘♞♘♞♘♞ #pinkdiamond #stevenuniverse #klausnetflix #klaus #margú #marguklaus #hitsugaya #hitsugayatoshiro #toshirohitsugaya #bleach #fanart #art #artistsoninstagram #artist #digitalart #photoshop #doodle #doodlesofinstagram #drawings #draw #illustration #illustratorsoninstagram #photoshopart #photoshopillustration #digitalillustration #digitalartist https://www.instagram.com/p/B-2eZ5PFkow/?igshid=11w5weq8uar5a

[frozenprocedural]

TDOE Day 4- Crown

Okay, this one is only loosely related, but it works. Alarik and Jenny are @patricia-von-arundel‘s OCs.

Rating: E. You’ve been warned.

The Pool Redux

Even after five years of marriage, Elsa could still find herself surprised at how attuned Alarik was to her emotions. Sometimes, to the point where it seemed he knew them before she could, or perhaps was willing, to recognize them.

Such was the case on a day, six months into her second pregnancy, he sent Jenny to Honeymaren and Ráfi's lavvu to play with their daughter Margú. Elsa was suffering aches in her lower back and feet, and the unusually high and humid temperature of the day made it all the more unpleasant.

"Will you take a walk with me?"

Elsa sat at the polished table- a gift from Kristoff- in the center of the cabin, reading a missive from Anna. She looked up to see Alarik extending a hand, smiling. She hesitated. 

"Please?" His tone was light, almost whiny. "Take a break. It's hot, and I can think of no better way to spend the day at the pool." His eyes were wide and hopeful, and Elsa felt her resistance crumble. 

Damn that man and his intuition. 

Elsa mock-sighed, letting the paper drop to the table as she took Alarik's proffered hand. His smile grew into the familiar grin that made him appear young and boyish.

They walked through the village at a sedate pace, returning greetings from the Northuldra. As they passed the healer's lavvu, they caught sight of Jenny chasing Margú, both laughing uproariously. Jenny paused only long enough to wave before dashing off again. 

The sight of Jenny running off, care-free and happy, caused Elsa to pause, her hand coming to rest on the swell of her stomach. Even after four years, she still marveled at the idea that she could have borne such a wonderful, joyus child.

Alarik squeezed her hand, and she looked at him. His smile was soft, the kind he used when he wanted to reassure her. He didn't say anything, but lowered his free hand to hover above her abdomen. When she nodded her permission, he let it rest over her own, warm and soothing. 

She let his hand remain on her swell for a few more moments, before taking his hand and starting down the path once more.

…………

The pool was a welcome sight. Formed in the basin of a small waterfall, edged with mossy rocks, the clear waters promised relief from the heat. 

Alarik helped Elsa settle into a natural dip between the stones, setting up the rolled blanket behind her lower back before motioning to her sandals.

"May I?"

She nodded and he kneeled, rolling up her pants. He ran his hand down her calf and cupped her ankle, sliding it off her foot before doing the same with the other one. His touch was soft, and he made a concerned noise when he saw how swollen her ankles were. With delicate care, Alarik lowered her feet into the water, smiling when she sighed in relief.

"Does that help?"

"Yes." The water felt heavenly on her sore feet, its cooling touch easing the near-constant ache that she didn't remember from carrying Jenny. Or maybe she'd just forgotten.

Alarik stood, working loose the buttons on his shirt. Elsa watched, feeling heat ignite in her lower belly as he shrugged off the shirt and started on his pants. He turned partially as he worked down his pants, and Elsa's eyes were drawn to the puckered scars running the length and breadth of his back- reminders of his encounter with a starved bear. Even all these years later, they still sent a shudder down her spine at the memory.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Alarik, completely divested of his clothing, slid into the water, shivering slightly, before kneeling at the level of her knees and picking up her right foot. He began to rhythmically press and knead with his thumbs, paying particular attention to the swelling on her ankles. Elsa closed her eyes, unable to hold back a small moan of pleasure. 

"Good?" She could hear the almost-pleading note in Alarik's voice- he wanted for her to be happy. Elsa opened her eyes and smiled.

"It's wonderful. Don't you dare stop."

"Of course, Your Majesty." Alarik inclined his head, his chin dipping into the water, and Elsa laughed, splashing him with her foot. 

"That's Anna's title. I'm no longer Queen, remember? Just Elsa." 

Alarik didn't stop his ministrations, but he did look up at her, his eyes earnest. "Never just anything. You are amazing, clever, kind, intelligent and brave. You are a selfless mother and wife. You are all that and so much more."

"Thank you." She spoke softly, barely above a whisper, but he heard. He grinned, set her foot back into the water, and stood so he was once more at the same level as her face. He reached out and cupped her cheek.

"May I?"

At her nod, Alarik closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was warm and good, tasting of coffee, spice, and him. She brought her hands to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, heedless of the dripping water- a familiar heat was growing within her, drowning out any discomfort. Her fingers played with the soft hairs at the base of his neck, twisting and twining.

They pulled apart, panting, and rested their foreheads together. Elsa stroked her fingers up and down the knobs of his spine, and Alarik shivered, closing his eyes with a shuddering gasp. 

"Let me show you." Alarik's voice was pitched low and husky. "Please, let me show you how much you mean to me." His eyes opened, and the look he gave her- so full of love and desire- built the heat within.

"Yes…" she took his hands and brought them to the hem of her tunic- silent permission for him to continue. 

Alarik grasped the lightweight fabric- one of the few Elsa was able to tolerate during summer's heat- but didn't pull it up immediately. Instead he leaned forward once more to capture her lips again, the kiss a bit rougher now, but she responded in kind. His hands began to move, slowly rolling the tunic up, his knuckles brushing against her bare skin. Elsa moaned against him and shivered. 

Alarik pulled away, his lips quirking at her whimper of protest. "Arms, darling." She lifted them, loathe to be parted from him for long. As the tunic cleared her head, she caught sight of him staring at her nude form, awe clear on his face. 

"Elsa." Her name escaped his lips in a reverent gasp, a desperate prayer, and the heat within roared to an inferno. "You are beautiful." He leaned to kiss her once more, cupping her cheeks with his hands. “So very beautiful,” he murmured against her. 

Alarik's hands slid down, stroking her neck, over her collarbone. When he reached her breasts, he cupped them carefully, watching her face- he knew they'd grown sensitive, sometimes sore over the past month- but Elsa pressed into him, whining her need.

"Okay?" 

"Please."

He leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth, lathing his tongue over the peak, while his hand circled and pinched its twin. Elsa threw her head back with a gasping cry, her hands gripping his back, fingers tracing the scars there. He switched to the other breast, suckling gently, and she clenched at him, anchoring herself. 

As Alarik continued tonguing and suckling, his hands danced down her torso, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He reached the hem of her pants and released her breast so he could slide them off and toss them to the side. He stroked and kneaded, starting at her ankles and working higher, peppering her legs with kisses. He slid up to her knees and she allowed them to fall apart, trembling as he continued further up, up…

Alarik cupped her center and she gasped, pressing against him. His thumb found the hard nub there and began to circle it. Elsa fell back against the rolled blanket with a moan, her hips thrusting against his hand. She was only vaguely aware of his lips against the inside of her thighs, travelling higher. 

She was much more aware of the unmistakable sensation of his tongue licking a long stripe up her center, ending with a flick at her nub.

Her hands came down to close on Alarik's hair as she cried out his name. The first time he'd used his mouth on her, she'd hesitated when he'd asked- she was worried about what he would think. Alarik assured her he enjoyed it, enjoyed her taste and her pleasure, and she learned to revel in the act. Her cries changed to low moans as he continued, tracing patterns over her folds and nub, ones he knew would serve to heighten her need. 

Then his tongue entered her.

Her hips shot forward, and she heard a surprised yelp from Alarik as they collided with him. He pulled back, hand covering his nose and mouth. Elsa sat up as quickly as she was able, reaching out towards him.

"Alarik, I am so sorry! I didn't mean-"

"No, no, of course not darling. I'm fine, I promise. Surprised, but fine." He lowered his hand, and other than a slight redness, she could see he was uninjured. "Just fine. Now, where were we?"

He lowered himself between her legs, looking up at her, and after a second, she nodded. Alarik wrapped his hands around her hips, securing them, before returning to her center, gently lapping at her folds. Elsa lowered herself back down with a shaky sigh, her fingers mindlessly twisting into the surrounding foliage. After a few seconds, Alarik's tongue thrust inside her, and she was glad for his hold on her as she writhed and cried out, her hips spasming beneath his hands. His name, or some semblance of it, passed her lips again and again as her pleasure rose. Alarik hummed and pressed deeper, the vibrations reverberating through her body. Elsa threw her head back, the coil in her lower belly stretching, tightening…

Alarik replaced his tongue with two fingers, curling them up against the special spot within as he sucked on her nub, and she could hold back no more. Her ecstatic cry reverberated off the rocks as her fingers clutched at the grass. She was vaguely aware of Alarik's deep groan at her release. He continued to stroke his fingers along her walls, drawing out her orgasm, until she at last collapsed against the ground, panting.

Alarik slowly pulled his fingers free and licked her folds clean, humming his appreciation until Elsa's hand pressed against his head. He took the cue and kissed his way up her body, chasing the little twitches of her muscles with his lips and tongue. When he was face-to-face with her once more, she looped an arm around his neck and pulled him down to meet her lips, moaning when she tasted herself on them.

"Good?" He pulled away to look at her, searching, as was his habit, for any sign of discomfort or need.

"Mmmmmm." She hummed her approval, pushing herself upright. "Very good. Thank you. But I am a bit warm now." 

Alarik grinned, then lunged forward, arms wrapping around her middle before pulling her back into the water with him. She yelped and splashed him.

"You goose."

"You said you were warm. I just want you to be comfortable." He pressed a kiss to her downturned lips. When she continued her attempt to look hurt, his fingers found her hip bones, tickling the skin there. Elsa squeaked and squirmed, trying to evade his dancing touch, unable to keep from giggling. 

"Stooop…." She made a few half-hearted swats at his hands, and he relented, gathering her up in his arms and floating over to the small cave behind the waterfall where jutting rocks provided a natural seat. He sat doen and settled her on his lap, cradled close to his chest. She curled into him, nestling her head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. Alarik started massaging her lower back, working at the ever-aching muscles there, and she sighed with relief. He chuckled and kissed her neck. 

The feel of his lips brushing her skin rekindled the earlier spark, and Elsa let her head fall further to the side, granting him further access. Alarik needed no further encouragement- lavishing her skin with kisses and nips until he reached the spot behind her ear. Elsa cried out as he sucked and tongued, her hands gripping his arms, which had wrapped once more about her. As she moved, she felt the unmistakable stiffness of his arousal against her back and had enough presence of mind to press back against it, smiling when he groaned and spasmed against her.

Alarik was quick to retaliate, his hands rising to close about her breasts, kneading and pinching her nipples, his teeth ever-so-gently closing about her earlobe as she keened and writhed. He hissed and tensed, his ministrations stopping, and she realized she'd been rubbing against his length. She pulled away, only to turn so she was facing him, as close as she could get. He looked at her, read her expression, cupped her cheek.

"Are you sure? You don't need to, really."

She smiled, turning to kiss his palm. "I want to." And she did- their foreplay had her buzzing with need and the desire to feel him join her, fill her. She reached between them, finding his stiff member, running her hand over the velvety skin, making him shudder. Her other hand splayed across his chest.

"Lie back?"

He did, leaning against the stone, his chest rising and falling rapidly. She spread her legs, straddling him, and his hands grasped her hips, keeping her steady. With his help, Elsa lined herself up, sliding down on him, crying out his name in tandem with Alarik's hissed whisper of hers. 

There was discomfort at first- Elsa always experienced it no matter how aroused she was. She closed her eyes, sucking breaths through her teeth as she willed her magic to recede, trying to concentrate on Alarik's murmured reassurances, the feel of his hands rubbing her hips. 

Eventually, the slight ache gave way, and she was able to once more enjoy the sensation of him nestled within, hot and twitching against her walls. Elsa rolled her hips, hearing Alarik moan, and opened her eyes to find him with his head thrown back, his breath coming in short pants. She began to rise and fall, finding the angle that allowed him to brush against that sensitive spot against her front wall. When she mewled, Alarik lifted his head, his eyes roaming up and down her form.

She felt a strange thrill, seeing his gaze on her- something akin to pride. Alarik had always reassured her she was beautiful, even as she grew with child, but now she could feel it for herself. Her rounded belly and swollen breasts were evidence of the intimate love they'd shared, the ability for her body- in her mind, a source of danger, or pain- to create and sustain a child. Their child.

As if hearing her thoughts, Alarik slid his palms around to cradle the bulge, his fingers caressing the taut skin there. The feather-light sensation only heightened Elsa's desire, and she increased her pace.

"More… Alarik… I need more…" Her words were little more than breathless gasps.

"Of… course." He hissed in response. His hands came to her hips, gripping them almost painfully, and he thrust upwards, driving his length even deeper. They both cried out at the sensation, and soon had a desperate rhythm going- him rising as she fell.

The tightening of Alarik's fingers, his trembling body and the way his thrusting grew more irregular told Elsa he was close, but still fighting his urges, refusing to come before her. She herself wasn't far from climax, her walls pulsing, her own body shaking just as much. She just needed a bit more…

"Harder, Alarik, please. I'm close, so close."

He grunted, beyond speech, but his knees slid up behind her back, and he drove himself into her, hands gripping her hips hard enough to cause a slight pain. Pain that only increased the pleasure, brought her higher and higher until…

She threw her head back, her euphoric cries echoing off the cavern walls, waves of release pounding through her body. She heard Alarik's answering shout, felt him pulsing against her walls, the hot liquid spilling deep within. The intimate sensation drew out her climax until finally she collapsed against him, shivering as she felt the final twitches of his softening member. He pulled her close and rolled them onto their sides, making sure to keep the pressure off her belly. She sighed and nuzzled the stubble on the underside of his chin, listening to his breathing slow, his hands rubbing her sides and back. Eventually, Alarik shifted them upright, and she whined as he slid free of her, missing the feel of him.

“We should be heading back. It’s starting to get dark… Your Majesty.” 

She lifted her head to glare at him, smacking his chest. “Are you still going on about that? Really? You are ridiculous.”

“Ahh, but you are the queen of my world. The title fits.”

“Goose.”

“Always. Always your goose.”

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You Have a Son

Happy Birthday to His Royal Majesty, Dag Harald Thorir Geatland! Glad I got this finished on time! Set in my Beowulf!AU.

Dag, Alarik and Jenny belong to @patricia-von-arundel. This is very much influenced by her original Dag story Make Weep the Eyes of Day. Go read.

Margú and Ráfi are my own OCs.

You Have a Son

"Here. You have a new son."

Those were Anna's first words to her when she awoke, her sister's arms tilting to allow Elsa to see the tiny baby. So tiny, he could fit between Anna's outstretched hands. 

Elsa used what little energy her broken body had to offer to stroke her son's cheek, to reassure herself he was real. The feel of his soft, warm downy skin under her finger brought moisture to her eyes, but she lacked the strength to truly cry.

Then she sank back into the furs, too exhausted to fight the clinging darkness.

Days passed- or, at least, Elsa assumed they did. For her, time was measured in the brief moments of lucidity she was able to maintain before succumbing to unconsciousness. It was difficult enough to hold her son long enough for him to nurse- most often she was supported by Alarik. 

She refused to consider a wet nurse. If she could not carry her son to term, she would at least provide him with the nourishment he needed to survive. She could give him that much, even though he deserved so much more. 

So much more than his failure of a mother. 

Save for the few hours he would leave to see Jenny- who remained with Honeymaren and Ráfi- Alarik remained by her side. He always smiled when she woke- brushing her hair back with callused fingers and kissing her forehead- but Elsa could see the tension in his face and the sadness that never left his eyes. She could remember little of the actual birth- mostly just pain, endless pain, and her mental prayer for it all to end, even if it meant her own life was forfeit. She could see that same pain reflected in Alarik's eyes. 

She knew he blamed himself. 

But it was she who was the monster.

Anna remained with them, taking care of their son and helping mollify Jenny. Even with the arrival of Neta, and the constant presence of Margú, Jenny would still come to the cabin door each evening, calling out a greeting and reminding them how long it had been.

"One day, Mama."

Jenny wanted to see her new brother. Wanted to be back with her mother, in her cabin, to have life go back to normal.

And Elsa couldn't give her that. Couldn’t allow Jenny to see her in her current state. She couldn’t let Jenny see her mother weak and exhausted, dancing with death.

Sometimes, Elsa dreamed. They were terrible dreams- dreams filled with agony, and death. Sometimes she died. Those dreams, she could handle. But in some dreams, she beheld Alarik's tear-stained face, his eyes accusing, holding a limp, lifeless bundle. 

"You killed him." The dream-Alarik would say in a voice that was as cracked and broken as she felt. "He was innocent, and perfect, and you killed him!"

She woke from those dreams with a scream on her lips, thrashing weakly, ignoring the pain it brought. She deserved that pain. Alarik, or Anna, or Honeymaren, or Ráfi- whomever watched her- would have to hold her down, talk to her, bring her son over so she could see that he was alive. Maybe not healthy, but alive. Those were the hardest times, when her panic would tax her strength to the limit, where her consciousness would ebb almost immediately, and she would sink back into the frightening darkness, desperately clinging to the feeling of her son's warm skin to keep her going. 

"Two days, Mama."

The spirits remained close to the cabin, close to her. 

Bruni and Gale were constant companions in the cabin itself. 

Bruni had taken up residence on the top of the cradle, watching both Elsa and her son. If the baby complained even the slightest- he never cried, but he could whimper and mewl- Bruni was up in an instant, hopping down to nuzzle the baby's cheek and peep. Whenever the baby nursed, Bruni curled up in the crook of Elsa’s neck, watching with wide eyes. From the mental images Bruni sent, Elsa understood he was worried. Jenny had been strong and fierce, as fiery as the little spirit. Bruni didn’t see that in Elsa’s son. He didn’t want to stray too far from her son- Elsa understood.

Gale spent her time in the cabin as well, often blowing across Elsa’s heated skin- they needed to keep the cabin warm for the baby. Other times, she stayed as a small gust that spun between the bed and cradle, ruffling the hairs on the furs and worrying over the baby. 

Without Elsa's ice, Nøkk remained confined to the waterways- most often standing in the stream beside their cabin where they could at least see her through the doorway, and she could see them. They also played with Jenny, keeping her blissfully unaware, at least for some time, of the sorrow within her home. 

The size and number of Earth Giants meant there was little they could do, save for remaining as near the cabin as they could, forming an enormous stony wall on the horizon. All of them, no matter where, kept their mental connection with Elsa, sending feelings of encouragement, comfort and support. 

Elsa wished she could share their confidence. 

"Three days, Mama!"

“Thank you, little one.”

Elsa was able to push herself into a sitting position now, and her arms held her son without trembling while he nursed. She looked down into his bright blue eyes, gently smoothing back the wispy tufts of hair with a finger. Alarik sat next to her, looking down at the baby, his own hand coming up to cover hers.

She looked up at him- her love, her strength, and felt warmth bloom- as it always did at the sight of his devoted gaze. His face was lit up, a wide grin in place as he watched their son.

Their son.

"Have you thought of a name?" Alarik pulled his gaze to her, and she could see the hope on his face, hear it in his question. Elsa cast a glance out the window, to where she could see Jenny, Margú and Neta chasing one another. 

"Jenny did. Or, at least she helped."

"She did?"

Elsa looked down at the baby, now detached from her breast, asleep. She wiped a bit of milk from the corner of his mouth and let the warmth in her chest grow. Let herself hope, just a bit.

"Dag. His name is Dag."