#mister snow miser

[emiplayzmc]

HE'S MISTER WHITE CHRISTMAS, HE'S MISTER SNOW

He's TOO MUCH~

[anunluckyginger]

Me the second the temperature drops below 50

[crappy-cat-the-tabby-cat]

Reminiscing on Snow Miser

This week I've been thinking about this funky lil guy

Basically he comes from the stop-motion movie 'A year without Santa Claus', made by the guys who did that Rudolph movie and frosty the snowman. He appears for a few scenes but what I really want to talk about is his 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒.

He does like a funky vaudeville dance while singing what is probably the greatest christmas music of all time, and the lyrics boil down to "Hi, I'm Snow Miser and I'm cold af." The lyrics have pretty much NO substance but, I mean come on. It's jazz in swing tempo, what's not to love. He has that 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓂𝒷𝑜𝓎𝒶𝓃𝓉 tone to him and I love him for that.

This post doesn't really mean anything I just wanted an excuse to talk about this guy.

tangentially related: he lowkey looks like Spamton G. Spamton, so he was snow spamton before spamton even existed and i think that is great

[strangelittlelad]

Completely given up of that Mr. Freeze animatic I said I'd make, sorry Tumblr, here's Snow Miser Victor Fries for compensation :)

[adara-of-the-flame]

((I am once again asking for a Heat Mister to interact with my Flame Woman.))

((Really, is it too much to ask?))

[sergle]

the green for summer thing just reminds me of the snow/heat miser song cuz heat miser is associated heavily with reds and oranges and yet he says it himself. he's mister green christmas.... cuz no snow on the grass....

He's gotta serve with the colors he's given tho bc Mother Nature is his mom, and green is *her* thing. she'll snatch his wig right off his head if he encroaches on her theme.

[coupsie-daisies]

Kinktober '23: Cockwarming | Kim Seungmin

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Fluff

Summary: Seungmin has been busy with his schedules, and being away from you so much is making him miserable. Unfortunately, you both need to sleep, so you find a compromise.

WC: 1k

Warnings: Petnames, clingy Seungmin, slight angst if you squint and tilt your head a little, fingering, Seungmin barely speaks, these bitches sleepy as fuck

A/N: Short and toothrottingly sweet. Read at your own risk

Tags: @dragonofthenorth0726 // @wooyussy // @burningupp-replies // @bunnypig18 // @decaffedthoughts // @brownieracha / @ferrethyun // @snow-pegasus // @walkxthexmoon // @aesteraceae // @wonuqrtz // @mixling-blog // @wonwooz1

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Days when Seungmin had long schedules were always a little softer around the edges than days where he was fully rested. He didn't have as much energy to tease and poke at you, instead he needed the care that you so eagerly gave him.

Today was no different, the door opening late as you were preparing yourself for sleep. Seungmin had told you not to stay up waiting for him, and it was already creeping into morning hours and you had work in the morning, but still you were pushing the limits of sleepiness to see him when he got home.

"Hey, baby. There's food in the microwave for you. You haven't eaten yet, have you?" You called from where you were doing your skincare in the bathroom. Seungmin only responded with a barely audible hum, and then he was peeking into the bathroom. You could see some of the tension wash away from his shoulders when he saw you in one of his oversized hoodies and a pair of sweatpants, your hair pushed back by a Pochacco headband as you rinsed the cleanser off your face.

He came up behind you, arms snaking around your waist and face burying into your shoulder. You smiled, looking at him in the mirror as he snuggled closer to you.

"Miss me?" You teased, drying off your hand and bringing it up to stroke his hair, gently rubbing his head and listening to the happy little hum he let out. He pressed you closer to his chest, and you swore your heart was soaring. You hated seeing him so exhausted, but the way that he gravitated towards you like you were his personal portable charger.

"Yeah. Long day. You should be sleeping." He said, propping his chin up on your shoulder to peer at you in the mirror. You smiled, carrying on with your routine.

"I know, but I wanted to see you. You've been really busy lately and I missed you. Would have come to visit you if I knew you were gonna be gone all night." You said, turning to kiss his temple so he knew that you weren't upset with him. Even so, a little frown tugged at his lips and you could see the gears turning in his head.

"Come on, let's get you to bed. You can shower and eat in the morning." You said, snapping him out of his head. He didn't argue, following you into the bedroom you shared and starting to change into night clothes. You wiggled your sweatpants down and crawled into bed, waiting for him to join you.

When the bed dipped behind you, you eagerly curled closer to his warmth, enjoying the heavy weight of his arm around your waist. He kissed your neck lightly, a few careful pecks before he was nipping at the spot. You inhaled softly, squirming against him.

"Thought you said that I should be asleep." You said lowly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful quiet of the room and the little bubble of warmth that had surrounded the both of you. He huffed, his hand sneaking under the front of your hoodie and tracing against your stomach.

"You should be. Doesn't mean I can't want you." He said. You laughed quietly.

"You always want me, mister." You teased, though there was no implication that you didn't want him just as badly. It had been so long since the two of you'd had time for anything more than a quicky between your chaotic schedules and the exhaustion you were both battling.

"Just wanna be inside," He mumbled, mouth still working a mark against your pulse point, and sending undeniable waves of heat through you. You pressed back against him, feeling the bulge he was sporting press hard against your ass. "Can sleep, just miss feeling you. Always so warm and wet and perfect for me."

His words earned a little whine. You nodded.

"Yeah, I want that. Want you inside me." You muttered. Seungmin didn't waste any time, his hand snaking underneath the soft fabric of your panties so he could brush his fingertips against your slit. His movements were gentle, careful, just tracing the length of your pussy before dipping to press against your hole, spreading the wetness he coaxed out of you up to your clit and back down again until you were leaking for him. Your arousal coated his fingers now, wetting the fabric of your panties as he circled against your clit.

"Min, please." You sighed, turning to meet his lips in a slow, messy kiss. It was uncoordinated, but comfortable, it was a sum of the two of you needing each other so desperately that you couldn't function without being connected. The two of you worked in tandem to work your panties down your legs and out of the way so that his long fingers could press inside of you. He worked you open slowly, dragging his fingers perfectly against the spot that made you keen even in his sleepy state, knowing your body like it was his own, memorizing every inch of you.

And then your orgasm was washing over you, a sense of pure warmth. It wasn't a harsh one like some that he gave you, it was slow and steady, gentle waves lapping the shore, rising and falling like the tide as you relaxed against him, letting him push you through it before he was gently pulling his hand away, stroking himself and then guiding your leg so he could slide inside of you.

The two of you shared an intimate sigh as his length filled you up, stretching you out and surrounding him in your thrumming warmth. His arm nestled around your waist, pulling you closer as if trying to make up for the inevitable molecular distance between you, and you hummed contentedly, your hand finding his and lacing his fingers with yours.

"Better now?" You asked, peeking over your shoulder to see that his eyes had already fallen shut, and he only gave you a small hum in response. You couldn't blame him, your eyes were already starting to fall shut, soothed by the heavy warmth between your thighs. "Goodnight, Seungmo. Sweet dreams."

He didn't answer, just buried his face in the back of your neck, and the two of you found a moment of peace as you drifted off to sleep.

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[shaken-up-sofa]

Stop by and We’ll have a Blizzard!

He’s mister White Christmas. He’s Mr Snow, He’s mister Icicle, he’s mister Ten-Below. They call him Snow Miser, whatever he touches, turns to snow in his Clutch! He’s too Much!

She’s miss Green Christmas, Shes Ms Sun, She’s Ms Heat-blister, she’s Miss hundred-and one. They call her Heat Miser, Whatever She Touches, Starts to melt in her Clutch! She’s Too Much!

Oh and Floyd as an Elf, lolol

I posted this to one of my instagrams as well, CherryDreamer, if you’d like to check that out as well

Honestly Velvet and Veneer have been eating my brain!

[katkalis-the-fanartist]

"Oh ho ho...You're one of my brother's goons sent here to sabotage my plans!"

The minion of the Heat Miser stood in place, limbs trembling not only from the chilled, crispy air of the Snow Miser's lair, but in sheer terror of what might happen now that they were spotted. As the towering icy man took slow steps forward, his potential victim shivered with hitched breath and began to lift a foot, preparing to dash away.

Mr. Snow notices this, and his right hand rises from his side, his fingers emitting small icy particles as his scepter begins to shape itself out of thin air.

"Stand your ground, ashrat." He states firmly from his wide crack of a grin, eyelids lowered while glaring, "Or I will see to it that your feet never leave that spot again."

What happened next took place in an instant. The terrified spy turns to run, only for them to nearly fall forward as their feet suddenly freeze to the ice floor. The cold mister had grasped and aimed his scepter forward as fast as lightning to shoot beams of ice at their feet. The ice burned almost as hot as their Lord's breath, ironically. Their feet then became numb incredibly quickly, quicker than they would have in normal snow.

Snow and ice summoned directly from the Lord of the Cold was far worse than anything that had naturally accumulated. It felt as if it was already too late to try and salvage their feet at all. To make matters worse, the Snow Miser now approached the stuck prey, his scepter still tight in his grasp. He kept that sickly grin as he stared his catch down.

"My, you dare to try and test me? I suppose it makes sense that you'd have no brain. That fiery fool never had sense, so why would his lackeys?" He closes his eyes and shakes his head with a "tsk tsk" from his tongue.

The minion of heat could now only whimper quietly, glancing back and forth between the Snow Miser and the direction they came sneaking in from. It was too late now. They doubted they were going to make it out.

A gloved hand suddenly shot forth and gripped their throat. The glove did nothing to contain the sheer cold that came from that hand. They couldn't breathe, but they could hear. They could hear that sometimes kooky voice now deepened, cold, rumbling in the mister's throat. He spoke under his breath, which came out in freezing puffs against the captive's face. They turned their head to face their captor. They both locked eyes.

"My brother and I do have one thing in common, I suppose..."

Ice began to overtake the flesh of the minion's neck. Veins and arteries instantly became sealed shut. Their inner throat pipes were already rendered useless. That voice was now in their ear.

"I don't mind sometimes seeing some white turn red."

All went black for the unlucky idiot. Their head had become encased in an icy prison, and with a hard CRACK, their head had snapped off of their frozen neck and fell to the floor, shattering into pieces. Blood seeped from various slits in the ice shards, staining the ice sheet below.

How convenient, some takeout delivered for Snowy's various creatures of ice to feed upon!

[ghoul-foolery]

Flufftober, Day 13

Clothes On / Snow day

Prompt List - Kink/Flufftober Master List

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> Snow Day > Hancock/Nora >Tags: Fluff > Words: 859

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The cold was inescapable.

It was the type of cold that sank down to the bones, it chilled muscle and blood and made existing just south of miserable. Retreating inside didn’t even make it better. There was no heat. The icy chill of radioactive winter sank into the ancient bones of the State House, too.

Nora’s feet were always cold; even when she layered on threadbare socks, and kept her feet in her boots. The only time she seemed to get properly warm was when she and everyone else in Goodneighbor congregated to the barrell fires that appeared in the street right along with the first chill of winter.

The only other time was with Hancock.

The first time he welcomed Nora into his lap it was awkward. Hunkered down on the couch in his office, wrapped in blankets and sniffling from the cold, Nora would have been ready to fight when he first pulled the blankets away from her if she wasn’t freezing. Before she could even manage to swear at him, Hancock pulled her into his lap and draped the blanket over the two of them.

Hancock burned a little hotter than the average man. He didn’t have an answer for why. He chalked it up to some ghoul thing. But from that time, and anytime thereafter, Hancock was willing to share a blanket, share a bed.

And that’s where she found herself when Hancock shook her shoulder and roused her from sleep. The room was still dark — or it was until he flicked on the flashlight on her Pip-Boy.

She grimaced and recoiled under the covers.

“Nora? Hey, babe, c’mon.”

“No you come back to bed,” Nora grumbled in reply. “It’s still dark, what are you even doing?”

“Will you just get up?”

The covers were pulled back and Nora groaned fitfully, her body tucking into a tight coil as she tried to preserve warmth. Her toes almost immediately succumbed to the chill of the room, and she hated that. She’d been warm, and cozy, and asleep and Hancock disrupted the whole damn thing.

“Hancock, please…”

“No chance, Sunshine. Get up.”

“Is it important?”

“Like so fucking important.”

“Do I need my gun?”

“No.”

“Can’t be that important then.”

“Nora…” The low drawl in his voice sounded borderline dangerous. It was a sound she had come to associate being kissed breathless, with wandering hands and the warm press of naked bodies.

Or tickling. It could also lead to prodding fingers along her ribs, and breathless begging of a different sort…

“Okay, okay…” Nora sat up slowly, and was instantly greeted to her vault suit being pressed into her hands.

“Get dressed, put your shoes on, and meet me in my office.”

He left the room, closing the door behind him. The cold of the room helped Nora get dressed in record time. She dressed in layers, throwing on some old thermals and thick woolen socks before slipping into her vault suit. Then she laced herself into her boots. By the time she left Hancock’s room her fingers were starting to feel the first pangs of cold.

The office door was open, filling the landing with light. Hancock stood just beyond the mirrored couches and the coffee table. He was at the counter. His back was to her, stirring the steaming contents of two ceramic mugs. There was a quilt folded up, resting just off to the side.

“So what are you up to, mister mayor?”

He looked back over his shoulder, greeting her with one of his slanted smiles.

“Hey, just in time. Come get the blanket will you?”

Nora did, immediately tucking her hands into the fabric. With the mugs clasped in his hands, Hancock tossed his head towards the balcony door. She was on the verge of complaining, making some comment about being pulled from bed to go out into the damn cold, but she didn’t.

Nora stepped side as she opened the door, letting Hancock step out into the frigid night. Nora followed a beat later— it was snowing. It was coming down in big fluffy flakes. It coated the ground, leaving the streets of Goodneighbor cold and sparkling under a blanket of untouched snow.

“Get out here with that blanket, wouldja?”

Nora unfolded the blanket and stepped out onto the balcony with a squeaky crunch of snow.

Hancock set the mugs on the railing, and they worked together to wrap themselves in the blanket. One end wrapped around his shoulders, the other around Nora’s. They stood close, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. Nora snagged one of the mugs, welcoming the heat as it seeped from the ceramic.

She took a delicate sip. Hot bourbon coated her tongue, the burn of alcohol eased with the earthy sweetness of honey, and zinging with a hint of citrus. The warmth pooled in her stomach and seemed to radiate outward to her chest, her legs. When she exhaled, her breath came out in billowing steam.

“So?” Hancock murmured as he took a drink from his own mug. “Worth it?”

Nora let her head tilt into Hancock’s shoulder. A snowflake landed on her cheek.

“Worth it.”

[selfshipgushing]

I am heavily considering shipping myself with the fucking snow miser from the 1974 christmas special the year without a santa claus he's just really silly and has nice voice also his design in the miser brothers christmas is great love his little suit in it

im mister ten beloooww

[etherealspacejelly]

currently singing to the tune of the snow miser song "im mister piss miser. im mister fuck. im mister shit fucker. im mister take a piss."

idk why. but thats how my evening is going.

[funtomfactory]

A Kuroshitsuji Christmas

A little Black Butler Christmas thing I threw together, enjoy!

Sebastian: *narrates* It was Boxing Day, late 19th century. Just outside of London, UK, lay the grand Phantomhive manor. Its rooftops were decorated with a sheet of white snow, and its windows shimmered with light coming from within. All of the household was in high spirits; the maid, Mey-Rin, was donning some wreath in her hair. Finny, the gardener, had helped to set up real trees inside. They were decorated with candles and ornaments, and proven to be capable of taking a blow, which was proven by the cook Bardroy when he tried to set the Christmas pudding alight. Old man Tanaka was resting near the fireplace and the footman Snake was handing out hot chocolate to everyone. The season had everyone in its grasp. Everyone, safe for the young master, who was sitting cross-legged in a chair near a tree ladened with presents.

Ciel: *shifts in his chair and grumbles* Ugh, I can't believe how much time I've wasted on social frivolities these last few days, I'm horribly behind schedule on my paperwork....

Sebastian: *whispering, while smirking mischievously* Come now young master, this is a special day for us servants. You owe it to us for all our hard work.

Ciel: *sighs* I suppose you're right. Well then... *turns around towards Finny* Finny, would you be so kind to hand out the first box?

Finny: With pleasure, young master! *Finny jumps up and grabs the nearest box* This one is for... S-Snake... Hey! It's from Lady Elizabeth!

Snake: *takes the box from Finny* From Smile's fiancée? How nice, says Webster.

Ciel: Yes, she was pretty thorough with buying presents this year...

Snake unwrapped the box and looked inside. He pulled out a handful of what appeared to be tiny scarfs and hats.

Bard: Are those...

Ciel: Lizzy insisted that she wanted Snake's snakes to wear matching clothing. She insisted it would make them... *twitches his fingers* That much cuter.

Snake: That's a lovely idea! We'll wear them with pride, says Emily.

As Snake tried to fit his snakes with their new ensemble, the young master guestured Finny to hand out the next gift.

Finny: Here you go, Mey-Rin!

Mey: M-My turn?! Thank you Finny!

Mey-Rin unwraps her gift to reveal a lavishly decorated hair clip.

Mey: Oh my! It's stunning yes it is! Thank you young master!

Ciel nods in approval as Mey-Rin tries to put the clip in her hair. Meanwhile, Finny reads the tag on the third present.

Finny: This one is yours, Bard!

Bard: Alright! Let's see what we've got here! *tears off the wrapping paper* A metal cigarette case!

Sebastian: Since you're prone to... Flammable accidents we thought it suitable to buy you something to at least keep your cigarettes safe from anything catching on fire. It would be a waste if you didn't get to smoke them.

Bard: I don't know if that's a compliment... But I'll take it. Thank you very much!

Finny: *frowns at the next present* This one is for... All of us?

Bard: Well then what are you waiting for?

Ciel: Go ahead Finny, open it up.

Finny rips open the box to reveal a stack of Chirstmas hats. The hats are covered in glitter and ribbons. Ciel moans.

Ciel: Lizzy... What have you done?

Sebastian: It would be an insult not to wear them.... *takes one from the stack and puts in on his young master's head, then puts one on himself* Now we're actually dressed for the occasion.

The other servants cheer as they put on their hats. Ciel slumps in his chair, looking miserable.

Finny: Ah, this box is if you, mister Sebastian!

Sebastian: *looks surprised* For me?

Ciel: *smirks* Did you really think you would be spared?

Sebastian: *takes the box from Finny* I... Well thank you!

Ciel: I wouldn't be so quick with the gratitude...

Sebastian unwraps the present. Inside is a calendar for the new year, each month containing a drawing of cats.

Sebastian: Aah... How adorable...

Ciel: *annoyed* And here I was thinking Lizzy would give you something more...

Sebastian: Unsuitable? That thought hardly fits with the Christmas spirit, young master...

Sebastian hugs the calendar to his chest as Finny hands the next gift to Takana.

Tanaka: Ho ho ho...

Finny helps Tanaka open his present. Tanaka got an expensive looking set of tea cups.

Tanaka: Hoh!

Finny: One for you, young master! *hands Ciel a box*

Mey: Oh! That's from all of us!

Bard: Please enjoy it, young master!

Snake: And a Merry Chirstmas to you! Says Oscar.

Ciel has a quizzical look on his face as he opens the package. The servants got him a set of eyepatches.

Ciel: Wha-... Thank you...

Bard: There's no need to be embarassed about receiving a gift young master!

Finny: Now you can match them with your outfits!

Mey: Me and mister Snake picked them especially for you, yes we did!

Sebastian: *has a look of malice in his eyes as he takes out a bright, crimson eyepatch* How about you try this one, young master? It matches the hat....

There was no room for protest as Sebastian swapped the regular, black eyepatch for the coloured one. Ciel's face was barely a shade away from matching the new ensemble.

Finny: Ah, this package is for Mey-Rin again!

Ciel: Wouldn't you want to unwrap a gift yourself first?

Mey: You can't skip yourself, no you can't!

Finny: O-Okay!

Snake: Here's one with your name on it, says Wordsworth.

Finny took the box Snake pointed at from the stack.

Finny: I wonder what it is... *unwraps his gift* ... It's a book!

Bard: *reads the title over Finny's shoulder* "20 Christmas stories and carols, bundled".... With this, you'll be an expert on Christmas before the next year rolls around!

Finny: Thank you young master!

Ciel smiles as Finny stares at the cover, tears in his eyes.

Ciel: I hope you've been practising your reading skills.

Finny: I have! I'm still not that fast, though... Hey... Here's an idea... Could you read us one of these stories tonight, young master?

Ciel: Wha-

Mey: What a splendid idea that is!

Bard: Hey yeah! That would be fun! We've never heard you read something aloud like that.

Ciel: *blushes* And you never will...

Sebastian: Come now, young master, don't be a spoilsport...

Ciel: Why you... *sighs* ... Fine. But only one, and you'll have to work extra hard to do all the cleaning up in the morning.

Servants: Will do!

Ciel: *flips through the book* Hmm... Ah, here's one. A visit from St. Nicholas.

The servants leaned in closer as Ciel cleared his throat.

Ciel: 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care-

Finny: Stockings?

Bard: Yeah some people put the presents in socks above the chimney.

Mey: Really?!

Finny: That sounds fun! Let's hang our socks above the chimney too!

The servants scrambled on thier feet and ran out of the room.

Ciel: Hey! Wait!

After a while, the servants returned, each carrying a sock. Snake's sock looked wrinkled, and Bard's contained a hole. Ciel blinked in surprise, then shook his head in annoyance. The servants hung their socks on the chimney mantle, then settled down again.

Ciel: Could I please continue the story without any interruptions? ... Here we are... The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads, and mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap, when out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, when, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

Finny: Wow! Santa really has that many reindeers?!

Snake: Do they all have names?

Ciel: *sighs* I'll get to that in a minute... Now... With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN! On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

Finny: They can climb walls?!

Mey: Hush Finny, or we'll never hear the end of the story!

Ciel: As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

Finny: *rushes to the fireplace, knocking over Tanaka* Santa! Santa are you in the chimney?! But the fire is on! It's hot!

Tanaka: Hoooh!

Bard: Finny! Would you please calm down?!

Snake: You know he's not real, right? Says Webster.

As Bard and Snake tugged Finny back to his place and Sebastian helped Tanaka upright again, Ciel continued.

Ciel: He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

Finny: *sighs dreamily* With a description like that... How could he not be real?

Bard: You can't be serious, right?!

Ciel: This is indeed a rather joyful version of Father Christmas. He has also seen other iterations, though... *smirks impishly*

Finny: *a little scared* R-Really?!

Ciel: Read the rest of the book and find out for yourself... Now where was I... Ah... He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose-

There was the sound of something clattering. Looking around with a jerk, the household saw Finny laying on his back on the floor, blissfully asleep, his cup of hot cocoa rolling on the carpet.

Mey: Oh dear...

Bard: He couldn't even finish the story...

Ciel: *snaps the book shut* Well I guess that's the end of it for now then... Sebastian, Bard, bring Finny to his bed. Mey-Rin, Snake, clean away the cups and then it's off to bed. We'll finish the rest of the presents tomorrow.

Servants: *nod* Yes sir!

And so, Sebastian carried Finny downstairs, with Bardroy in tow. They entered thier room and lay Finny down on his bed. As Sebastian pulled him under the covers, Bardroy put on his nightwear.

Bard: I swear he's still just a kid, despite his ridiculous strength.

Sebastian: Kid or not, I'll expect him to work hard tomorrow to mkae up for the ruckus he caused.

Bard: *slides into his bed* Geez, lighten up a bit, it's the one time a year we servants get to taste a bit of magic... Who's the spoilsport now... *turns around and starts snoring*

Sebastian: Magic, hm? *grabs the red duvet from Finny's bed and swings open the window, jumping on the windowsill and climbing towards the roof, the duvet draped over his shoulders*

The cold draft from the open window made its way to Finny, who stirred, searching for his covers.

Finny: Hm? Ah! *spots the open window and scurries over, looking around over the landscape, and spots something crimson* Santa Claus?

Meanwhile upstairs, Snake and Mey-Rin just finished their tasks.

Mey: I know I shouldn't ask, young master, but just how does the story end?

Ciel: *reopens the book and points at the last few lines of the poem* He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-

At that moment, Sebastian soared from the rooftop towards the trees, guised under a blur of red. Ciel looked in disbelief as the jaws of Snake and Mey-Rin dropped to the floor. A few flors below, Finny cheered with delight.

Finny: Santa! Santa! Bard! Look!

Bard: *Sleepy* huh...? Wha-!

As he flew by the windows, Sebastian shouted.

Sebastian: Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

[elements-of-harmony]

"IIII'm Mister-"

"-Snow Miser, ice elemental and bringer of winter weather"

"HEY!"

[battleoftheicyfreaks]

Losers Round 1, Match 8: Mr. Freeze (DC Comics) vs. Snow Miser (A Year Without a Santa Claus)

Mr. Freeze Propaganda:

He's forced to live in subzero temperatures. He loves his wife.

He is a classic Batman villain. His wife got an uncurable illness and he froze her to preserve her while he tried to find a cure but there was an accident which resulted in his wife's death and him getting powers. Some of this is a little different depending on the iteration.

Snow Miser Propaganda:

Hes literally mister white christmas. Mr snow. Mr icicle. Mr ten below. Whatever he touches? Literally turns to snow in his clutch.

A true ice freak. He’s Mr white Christmas, he’s Mr snow. He’s Mr icicle, he’s Mr ten below. His song is the best.

[bluberimufim]

Find the Word tag

Hiii I was tagged by @indecentpause (you can see them finding a truly indecent amount of words here). My words are fear, faith, fail, and fight. I'll be taking my snippets from B&W today.

Before we begin, I'm going to tag @macabremoons, @scifimagpie, @full-on-sam, and @mister-writes. Your words are miserable, promise, sour, and pair (random word generator is on something weird today).

Fear

Sometimes, he caught a glimpse of him walking through the streets at night, or hiding in the darkness and watching his show. It had stopped bothering him a long time ago. He hadn't even felt that oppressive terror again, or heard those anguished screams like when he'd signed his contract. But, that day, he felt a twinge of fear. He and the man hadn't been this close since that night in the snow. The man extended a hand and slightly tilted his head to the side. At that moment, Diedrich wanted to scream. Realizing what the man in black and white was doing there was like a slap to the face. It was time. It was now. He was going to die. The contract had expired. He didn't want to die.

Faith

Fail

The intruder was clearly a man in his thirties, but he was so short he looked like a teenager. His posture was rigid, keeping his spine straight and his head lifted. Without saying a word, he descended the seats until he arrived at the stage and placed himself right in front of Diedrich. He could see him in greater detail now. He was extremely pale, as if his skin and his shirt were in a competition to see which one was whiter. In contrast, his hair was so dark it appeared closer to the blackness one saw when closing their eyes completely. His left eye was the same colour, but the other was covered by an eyepatch. The man's features were angular and sharp, and somewhat rude. His face was disquieting, as if its lines tried to harmonize with each other at all costs, but failed by some imperceptible small margin.

Fight -> fought

(this one is one paragraph away from the first snippet sdvfsajdb)

There was so much he wanted to do: he wanted to perform again, he wanted to have tea with Johann, he wanted to discuss books with Anna, he wanted to spend one last day with Alphonse and Lucille. He wanted a farewell that meant something. He didn't want their last goodbye to be some casual remark about dinner. Above all, he didn't want to leave them. He had too much to live for to let himself die. His throat was tight, as if strangled without touch. He fought to be able to say something, anything at all. After much battling with his own voice, he was able to produce a single syllable: "No."

Did not expect this to be the "Diedrich violates his contractual obligations to a god-like being" edition (bc even the second snippet is directly related to this), but here we are!