#not my gumdrop buttons!

[earththings]

[grapemoon]

[skrunksthatwunk]

yyh textpost pt 3 (pt 1, pt 2, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, pt 7, pt 8, pt 9) ft some less prominent faves

[mandageban]

W-what does this mean??

Why are the gum drops? In what way they buttons?

Their right - but I don't know how... Like is it in squishiness and the shape

Need to ponder this

[corroded-hellfire]

My Favorite Elf - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: When you and Nancy go to the mall to finish up your Christmas shopping, the sound of a familiar voice leads you to a jolly surprise.

Note: I wrote this for @palomahasenteredthechat’s 12 Days of Joemas with the prompt “Is that velvet?” 💚❤️

Words: 1.4k

The holiday season at Starcourt Mall can be a chaotic nightmare on nights and weekends. Crowds so dense you can hardly see any of the mannequins modeling the latest looks at the GAP. It’s for this reason that you and Nancy decide to make a mall run straight from school one Tuesday afternoon. 

With most parents still at work and middle and elementary schools still in session, the mall is the calmest you’ve seen since before Halloween. You and Nancy plan on taking full advantage of getting all those last minute gifts you’ve been meaning to buy.

“Okay, I got the shoes,” Nancy says, jostling the brown paper bag in her hand in emphasis. “You wanted to go to Walden Books next?”

“Yeah!” you say. “I saw this book there the other day and I think Eddie would really like it.”

“Why didn’t you get it for him then?”

“He was with me,” you laugh. “As busy as it was, I still think he would’ve noticed me buying something.”

The bookstore is on the second floor, so you and Nancy have to take the escalators closest to the food court. Right before you lift your foot to hover over the silver steps, you hear a familiar voice coming from behind the escalators. 

“Are you ready? Come on, we’ll go up together.”

Your brow furrows in puzzlement, and Nancy turns to look at you with the same expression mirrored on her face. Together, you walk around to see what Eddie is doing at the mall and who he’s talking to.

A Winter Wonderland greets you and Nancy as you step around the towering escalators. The centerpiece is a life-size gingerbread house decorated with every type of candy you can think of. Colorful gumdrops frame the front door, pieces of licorice act as shutters to the icing windows, and oversized swirling lollipops stand around the house like a security team. 

Fake pine trees dot the scenery, their needles covered in fake snow. In fact, fake snow permeates about every spare inch on the display. It’s all around the platform and heavily dusted over the roof of the house. 

Sitting right in the middle of it all is the man himself: Santa Claus. He’s perched atop a large red throne smack dab in the middle of the wonderland. The entire display is surrounded by a white, glittery snowflake fence. 

There’s a girl dressed as an elf in a green tulle skirt and red tights standing behind a camera facing the big man. Your eyes then come across the best sight of all.

Your hand comes up to cover your enormous grin as you take in your boyfriend in his very own elf attire. The left half of his button up shirt is red, while the right half is entirely green. The same is true of the pants, just reversed; a green left leg and a red right leg. His hair is tucked up in a bun at the base of his neck and the rest of his curls are hidden by the green Santa hat on top of his head. The hat has golden jingle bells on the top and fake points to rest on top of Eddie’s ears to give the magical illusion of elf ears. The part that tickles you the most though is the shoes. They’re green with pointed toes that curl up, with a golden jingle bell attached to the tip of each. 

“Did you know he was working here?” Nancy asks you, a few giggles escaping her. 

“No!” You laugh but find it strange to look at his hands and see no chunky silver rings. 

The only people in the line to meet Santa are a little girl with long blonde hair, half up in a pink ribbon, and her mother. It’s understandable that there's hardly a crowd here on a Tuesday afternoon. The little girl looks scared and won’t let go of her mom’s hand no matter how much she encourages her. 

Eddie walks over to the girl and crouches down to her level.

“Hi. My name is Eddie. What’s your name?”

“Christina,” she answers softly.

“It’s nice to meet you, Christina. Are you a little nervous to meet Santa?”

She nods her head.

Eddie offers her his hand. “What if we go up there together?”

Christina still looks hesitant.

“You don’t have to be afraid of him,” Eddie says with a shake of his head. “He just wants to know what you want for Christmas so us elves can get to work on it. That is…if you’re on the nice list.” Eddie tilts his head and raises his eyebrows. “You have been good this year, right?”

“Yes.”

“That’s what I thought! Now, do you want to come up and tell Santa what you want?”

Christina stares at Eddie with wide blue eyes for a few moments before she nods her head. Eddie gives her a smile and extends his hand again. This time, Christina takes it. 

You watch as Eddie leads the small girl up to Santa and tells him her name. He crouches down and stays there until Christina seems more comfortable with Santa. When she climbs on his lap, Eddie steps aside so she can share what she wants with Santa in private. 

Once a picture has been snapped, Christina hops off of Santa’s lap and Eddie gives her a candy cane before she leaves the little Christmas village with her mom.

There’s nobody else in line to meet Santa, but he’s still scheduled to be there for another two hours according to the sign. The photographer elf starts cleaning up around her area and Eddie shuffles around his small space, looking for something to do. You take the opportunity to walk closer to the magical scene, Nancy right behind you.

“And here I thought Hermey the little elf dentist was the cutest elf I’ve ever seen,” you say as you approach the fence.

Eddie looks up and you immediately see his cheeks darken, but he gives you a bright smile.

“What’re you doing here?” he asks.

“Shopping,” Nancy answers, holding up her bags as proof.

“What’re you doing here?” you ask, looking at all the festiveness around him.

“I’m just here for the candy canes.” He laughs when you pinch your eyebrows together. “Figured I’d get a holiday job and make some extra money.”

“What for?” you ask, knowing there’s nothing you want that could cost more than a few dollars. And that Wayne will probably just get a new mug. Again.

“Well,” Eddie says with a shrug. “I know your favorite band is starting a tour next month…”

“My favorite band besides Corroded Coffin,” you say, pointing an index finger at him.

“Yes, of course, that goes without saying.”

“Eddie, you didn’t have to do this,” you tell him, though your heart grows three sizes at the gesture.

“I wanted to,” he says with a bashful shrug. 

You peek behind the gingerbread house and raise your eyebrows at Eddie when you see it’s away from any possible prying eyes. He chuckles and nods his head in that direction.

“Be right back,” you tell Nancy.

“Take your time,” she teases.

Eddie helps you over the snowflake fence and you take another look at his costume. He looks even cuter in it closer up.

“Is that velvet?” you ask.

“No, thank God. Cotton. This already gets hot enough.”

“Look at my adorable elf boyfriend,” you say with a playful smirk.

His face starts to turn red as you wrap your arms around his neck. He places his hands on your waist and gives a small squeeze.

“You know,” you muse, tilting your head to the side. “You didn’t ask me.”

“Ask you what?”

“If I’ve been good this year.”

Eddie laughs and leans in to nudge his nose against yours.

“Because I already know the answer to that one. Pretty sure I contributed to it,” he says in a low voice, causing goosebumps to run down your arms.

He presses his lips over yours and holds you up against his body as he claims your mouth. Your hands slide into his hair, and it makes the green hat move, causing the little bell to jingle.

You pull away, unable to keep kissing because you’re full of giggles. Eddie sighs.

“Fine,” he whispers. “I guess we’ll just have to get naughty later then.”

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Pretty As A Picture

Title: Pretty As A Picture

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Fandom: The Gray Man

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Warnings: Murder Daddy, gun, murder(not Reader), chase, knife play, kidnapping, pet names(gumdrop, princess), slight dacryphilia, Sir kink, blood, language, head injury, bondage, cutting clothing with a knife, DUBCON, unprotected rough p-in-v sex, pussy slapping, hyperspermia, slight aftercare, implied captivity

A/N: This is my late submission to @the-slumberparty’s Naughty or Nice Challenge. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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You sit on the bench in the park, digital camera resting against your sternum as it dangles from the strap around your neck. The sky shines above you and illuminates the world around you as you look for something to capture. It’s been so snowy and the park’s surfaces are covered in white fluff. You had to wipe off the bench considerably to be able to sit down on the old wooden seating.

Your knee-length puffer coat is zipped and buttoned, but you still cross your arms to retain heat when the wind sweeps through, blowing snow in your face. You’ve taken about a handful of photos of empty swings and the slide that has become an ice luge. You hear voices nearby and turn toward the sound.

Two men are talking in the front seat of a town car parked on the edge of the park. Strange that they would pick here to have a casual conversation, but you can’t blame them. You came here for the peace too.

Curiously, you raise your camera and point it at the men. You zoom in, trying to read their lips, snickering when you see the younger man’s mustache. That was a choice. You catch little snippets here and there. But you can’t put all the pieces together. You are just about to lower your camera when movement surprises you.

You freeze when you see the man with the mustache on the passenger side bring out a pistol with a silencer on the end of it. He points it at the man in the driver’s seat and pulls the trigger. The mustachioed man then proceeds to wipe down the interior of the car and exits.

He turns to face the park, putting his hands in his pockets. He closes his eyes, tilting his head from side to side to relieve tension in his neck. When he notices you, you lower the camera slowly and wish upon wish that you can make it back to your apartment before he catches up to you. 

You let your camera hang around your neck and rise from the bench. Turning on a dime, you race between the swingset and head for your building. You are barely past the seesaw when you feel the man’s body crash into yours. Air escapes your lungs as you hit the ground and your camera is whipped to the side of you. You are disoriented for a second before you are turned around and grabbed by the front of your coat.

“Well, what do we have here? A little spy, maybe?” The mustachioed man removes one hand from your coat to reach into his pocket and withdraws a butterfly knife, holding it to your neck, “Who do you work for?”

You squeak when the point of the knife meets your skin, the sharp poke keeping you from moving. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just taking photos of the park. I didn’t see anything.”

He turns the knife slightly, the tip penetrating your neck. You feel the sting of the cut as a drop of blood slowly trails down the blade. He watches as you plead with your big doe eyes for him to let you go.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Oh, gumdrop. Anybody who says ‘I didn’t see anything’ most definitely saw something. The question is: What do I do with Little Miss Photographer?” His tone could have been considered sweet, if not mocking.

“Please, let me go. You can have the camera. Just please don’t hurt me, Sir.” Unshed tears blur your eyes and you try to blink them away but they fall down your cheeks.

He bites his bottom lip, shaking his head slowly. “Calling me Sir and crying for me? I just may have an idea of how to...take care of you, princess.”

He pockets the knife, the pressure of it releasing from your neck. Standing you to your feet, he turns you to start walking to the left, away from the direction of your apartment. With one hand on your coat, he reaches down and grabs the camera as you walk, his long legs moving faster than your shorter ones.

Once you get to a car, he tries to put you in the front seat but you get the sudden urge to fight for your life. You let him open the door then you kick it closed, turning in his arms and scratching at his face. He jerks away when three nails make contact with his forehead and slide down to his temple.

“Fucking bitch!” Blood wells to the surface and starts to trickle down his face. He grabs you by the skull, bringing you toward him before he smashes your head into the passenger door. It slows you down and your head pounds. Your legs are out from under you as he picks you up bridal style and takes you to the back of the car. 

You are barely alert while he speaks to you. “It didn’t have to be like this, gumdrop. All you had to do was get in but no, you had to be a brat,” He sets your feet down on the ground so he can grab a key fob from his pocket. The trunk opens and you are lifted inside, the zipper on your long coat being pulled down to reveal your clothing underneath. “Well know this. I don’t tame brats, ok? I correct them. Now, you get some sleep. I’ll wake you up when we get there.” He taps the end of your nose and winks down at you.

Your vision swims but you register him leering at you while licking his lips. He’s kind enough to not close the trunk too hard. You hear his steps crunching in the snow as he walks around the car. A door opens and closes, the engine turns over. You lurch toward the back of the car when it starts to move away from the curb. The darkness of the space and the steadiness of his driving lull you to close your eyes, falling asleep soon after.

"...you there, Gumpdrop?” 

You hear a voice that feels distant. Slowly, you pick your head up and open your eyes to see the man with the mustache sitting in front of you on a bed. He has two flexi-strips holding together the scratches you gave his face. Your coat is off, you are left in your fuzzy green sweater and black skirt. You try and move but you only wince when you look up to see your hands cuffed to the framework of the headboard. Your thigh-high sock-clad feet are left free and his hand idly moves up and down your shin.

When you try to move your leg away, he holds it back and squeezes your ankle as a warning. You don’t want any more head trauma so you resign yourself to doing whatever he wants.

“I am so glad you’re awake. You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands to myself. Well, I did take these,” he reaches into a pocket and pulls out the familiar white panties, and waves them in your face, “Oh don’t worry, I didn’t play with that pretty little pussy. Wanted you awake for that.” He winks at you and stands. 

You watch as he walks away, listening to his footsteps going and then coming back. In his hands is your camera, safe and sound. He brings it up to his face, the lens moving forward and back before you hear the snap of the shutter.

“God, you are too damn sweet, gumdrop,” he coos, kneeling on the bed between your legs. He lifts your skirt and snaps a few photos of bare pussy. He hums, letting the camera dangle from the strap around his neck. The butterfly knife is back out, you shudder and he puts a hand up. “Calm down, pretty girl. Just gonna cut these pesky layers off you so don’t move unless you want me to cut you.”

You shove fear down and nod, following as he cuts through your skirt and sweater like butter. When he gets to your bra, he hooks a finger between your sternum and the fabric, cutting into the center of the material. When you are laid bare in front of him, he cups his crotch and groans. He raises the camera again and snaps away.

He takes the camera by the strap off of his neck and sets it on the nightstand. As he moves his hand back, he takes the opportunity to squeeze your tits. Pinching your nipples, he chuckles when you whine.

“Please...um, Sir?” you blurt, a mix of pain and pleasure radiating through you. You wish you could close your legs to get some friction but he is back between them.

“Lloyd,” he offers, still tweaking your nipples, “You can call me Lloyd, gumdrop.”

“Lloyd…um, please… uh,” You subconsciously begin to twist your hips and he gets the hint.

“Aww, my little princess needs some attention on her little pussy, huh?” You’re only turned on by his mocking tone and condescending words. He leans in to kiss and nip at your neck while he grinds his covered dick against your now slippery folds. “Alright, alright. I won’t tease you anymore. I know you need this much more than I do, gumdrop.” He uses one hand to unzip his pants and pull out his stiff dick. 

Although it is obscured from your vision, by the way he has to tilt his hips, you can tell he is packing a sizeable length. Covering the tip in your juices, he taps it against your clit. When he enters you, the stretch has you hissing along with Lloyd. He tilts his hips away from you and then comes back, going a bit deeper inside you. Adjusting his arms, he wraps one under your head and the other hand goes to hold your side while your legs wrap around him.

By the time you are used to his size, his hips are slamming into the backs of your thighs. His hand is sure to leave bruises on your hip and you don’t give a fuck in the slightest. He’s already restrained you and cut your clothes off. Might as well be fully debauched, right?

“Shiiiiit, this pussy is squeezing my fucking dick so good. I can feel you holding back, gumdrop. Let go for me.” He lets go of your hip and uses his thumb to pay attention to your clit. While he leans on his other hand, he clutches the bedspread as his hips continue their onslaught.

Your climax was just out of reach, like a word caught on the tip of the tongue. Lloyd locks eyes with you and lifts his hand, bringing it down to slap your puffy folds. You squeal and it only makes Lloyd slap it again. And that is how you discovered that this was a kink for you.

The tight band that held together your resolve snaps and on the third slap, you lose all control of your body. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding in a long moan, your legs clamping around Lloyd’s waist. Your walls flutter around his cock and your orgasm washes over you like a warm summer rainstorm, refreshing and necessary.

“That’s a good girl! Fuck, you are clamped around me like a goddamn vice. Oh, shit. I’m gonna cum, princess. Shit, shit shit!” Lloyd thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out and fisting his dick until he’s shooting thick, white ropes across your belly, chest, and neck.

You stop counting the spurts of cum after eight, watching as you essentially get glazed like a donut. He squeezes the head of his dick, pushing out the last dregs of his orgasm. He grabs the camera again, his eye lining up with the viewfinder. “Smile pretty for me.” 

You’re so fucked out that you smile when he asks. He snaps the photo and puts the camera back down. He leaves the bed and walks off, you hear him go down the hall and come back. He carries a wet washcloth and wipes you down, cleaning off the sticky substance before tossing it over his shoulder.

Lloyd opens a drawer in the nightstand, retrieving a small key, and unlocks your handcuffs one by one. He doesn’t offer to check your wrists for bruising, but you don’t expect him to. You’re more than surprised that he wiped his cum off of you, you didn’t want to push it.

“Now, gumdrop. So we’re clear, I’ve already made up my mind. I’m gonna keep you here with me. You’re gonna be my little playtoy. Whenever I need to take out frustration, I’m gonna take it out on this little pussy of yours. Or option B: I could kill you. Your choice.” 

And just like that, your fate is sealed. 

“Option A,” you mumble, tears line your eyes as you yawn.

“I knew you were a smart girl.” He pets your head and your eyes lose focus as you drift off into a dreamless sleep.

A/N: I really wish Lloyd would give me a break sometimes lol. I think I got this posted literally on the last day of the challenge.

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[ur-dad-satan]

I’m certain that MC would introduce movie references to some of the undatabes and the brothers except Lucifer and use their confusion as entertainment. Like, I can imagine MC hanging out with everyone outside like:

Luke: Solomon! Simeon! Wanna race?

Solo: *joking* You want me to run?

MC: *almost involuntarily* run, run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread man!!

Levi: *catching on* You're a monster!

Luci: Leviathan! That's incredibly rude! Apologize to them.

Mam: They're not the monster here, you are!

Barbs: What is going on?

Sat: You and the rest of that fairytale trash poisoning my perfect world. Now tell me, where are the others?!

Sim: Oh my! Who is poisoning things?

MC: EAT ME! *fake spits*

Barbs: MC, please don't spit

Belphie: I've tried to be fair to you creatures, now my patience has reached it's end!

Solo: *grabbing MC* TELL ME, or I'll- *lowkey pulling MC's shirt*

Luke: No! Not the buttons! Not their gumdrop buttons!!

Sim: Luke, what are you taking about?? What buttons?

Asmo: All right, then who's hiding them?!

Levi: Okay, I'll tell you...

MC: Do you know... the Muffin Man?

Luci, Barbs, and Sim: *cluelessly* The Muffin Man?

Mam, Luke, and Asmo: The muffin man.

Beel: Yes, I know the muffin man. Who lives on Drury Lane?

Dia: Well... she's married to... the muffin man...

Luci: Who are you talking about?

Barbs: The Muffin Man?

Everyone except Luci, Barbs, and Sim: THE MUFFIN MAN!!!

Dia: *thoughtfully* She married to the muffin man...

MC: *grabbing a stick or something* MY LORD! We've found it!

Everyone except Luci, Barbs, and Sim: *dies laughing*

Luci: What the hell was that about??

MC: You should really watch more movies with us, then you wouldn't be lost.

Levi: LMAO even Lord Diavolo knew the scene!! Lol!

Mam: I didn't know Lord Diavolo was actually kinda cool.

Dia: *ecstatic* Thank you, Mammon!

Barbs: Young master when have you had time to learn movie scenes?

Sim: I must admit, it was a bit fun, don't you two agree?

Luci: No. *lying*

Barbs: Young master?

[grapemoon]

Weee yay i love women

[earthry]

✨ HC Request ✨ How would the Papas behave DURING their partners' pregnancies? 🥰

OOO I gotchu <3 thank you for the request!!

Here you go! I don’t think there are any warnings but there’s some spicy mention in Terzo’s

Primo

Loving and gentle with you, he’s always mindful of you and the baby. If you are not already married/committed/official that is one of the first things he will do. Also gets all of his affairs in order so that if he passes both you and his unborn child will be properly taken care of for the rest of your lives.

Has already started setting up the nursery, and will slowly but steadily work on it until the baby arrives. He paints the walls himself, soft colors decorated in wildflowers that take a very long time because he hand paints each petal, each stem. Sometimes you will stop by with a cup of tea for him and watch him work.

Holds you each night with your back against his chest and his hands caressing your swollen belly, kissing your temple and whispering about how excited he is for the baby to come, for the two of you to start a family.

Will adjust his own lifestyle to yours during your pregnancy; will give up alcohol and coffee for you.

Cooks for you everyday, homemade meals to keep your body and the baby strong and healthy.

Lazy days in the garden together talking about baby names and nursery plans.

Rubs your feet and back when they ache, always comforting you when you’re in pain. Patient no matter what even if you’re moody.

Secondo

He’s kind of out of his depth but you catch him with a stack of new parenthood and pregnancy books in his office. You also catch him talking with some of the much older sisters-in-sin that have kids for advice.

He’s the same at first; I imagine him as someone who’s into rough sex and dirty talking you a lot. But as he learns more from books and your doctor, he becomes more gentle and careful with you. Your lovemaking becomes this soft bonding experience, worshiping your body.

When the two of you started dating he cut down a lot of his partying and drinking. Now that you’re pregnant with his child, he stops almost completely. He rarely goes out now; stays home especially in the evenings so he can care for you and make sure you’re safe and loved.

Argues with you on baby names, likes complicated and hard to pronounce Italian names. You argue that Emeritus is already a mouthful and he gets slightly offended. Sulks about it.

Extra protective when you’re out, stays close and if anyone isn’t careful and accidently bumps or pushes you, they’re due for a very angry scolding in Italian. Sometimes you have to pull him away and give him lots of kisses to calm him down.

Terzo

Literally cannot keep his hands off your tummy. This man is obsessed. Both because he’s excited for the baby, but because he finds it unbearably hot that it’s his baby that’s inside you. He put that there. That’s his.

The first few months he’s practically intolerable, can’t get enough of you. It’s like he’s gotten even hornier and before you were pregnant he already had a practically insatiable sex drive. You complain to him and he has the decency to look sorry but that doesn’t stop him from pulling you into the closet the next time he sees you for a quickie.

Once you’re further along and your bump starts showing he still can’t keep his hands off you but he does calm down a little at your doctor’s orders. Even though your baby bump drives him crazy.

He loves cuddling with you in the evening and lazy mornings, resting his hands on your stomach, rubbing your belly and discussing things for when the baby comes. He calls your baby bump all sorts of things. Little peanut, gumdrop, cupcake, little sprout, button, etc.

The kind of dad that will talk to your belly constantly like his kid can hear him. Stage whispers like you can’t hear him too. “Did you hear that? Your mommy said no!” “Terzo I swear to satan— I am not changing my mind on this. We are NOT putting a ritual altar in the nursery.”

Copia

Definitely an anxious dad; constantly hovering even before your baby bump begins to show.

Won’t let you lift a single thing by yourself, which can be frustrating but he looks so worried that you usually let him get things for you anyways.

Goes with you to every single doctor appointment and holds your hand for comfort. The hand holding is more for his benefit though.

Worries if he’ll be a good dad, does his best to be a good role model. Constantly talks about “when the baby gets here—“.

Has to be stopped from banning everything you’re not allowed to consume during pregnancy like caffeine in the Abby.

Has his ghouls look after you when he can’t be with you— and every time he comes back there’s a cuddle pile around you.

The ghouls are like cats that get protective of their human when they get pregnant, they love being close to you and purring and cuddling with you.

[siriuslysmoking]

Building Gingerbread Houses with Fred

A/N: Day 7!!!

"I'm gonna do so much better than you." Fred laughs as he cuts into his box.

"Good luck, pretty boy." you give him a challenging smile, "I've mastered the art of gingerbread house making."

"I don't know, doll, we might just have to see."

"Thirty minutes..." You says as you get ready to hit the button on your timer, "starting now!"

You start to decorate your walls and roof first, having many failed gingerbread houses in the past really helped you learn your lesson. You decorate it with icing and stick sprinkles onto the wet icing.

"Fuck." You hear from next to you pay no attention to Fred while you focus on your own troubles.

Once you have your four walls done a decorated you move on to your details on your roof. As you get your parts ready you glance at the timer.

Ten minutes remaining.

"Shit-shit. Shit!" You stifle a laugh while you start to glue your pieces together.

Once your gumdrops are securely iced onto your roof you finally look to Fred.

And oh my god.

His face is covered in icing, his shirt somehow has sprinkles stuck to it, and his house is broken into a million little pieces. "Freddie... What happened?"

"I...I have no idea." He starts laughing, and when Fred laughs he puts his entire body into it, so the sprinkles start falling off his shirt onto the hardwood of the kitchen. "I think I may have ate too much of the icing to fix all of this."

"You think?" You laugh, walking over to him, wrapping your arms around him, staring at his broken gingerbread house together.

"I disappointed myself."

"You had way too much faith in your gingerbread house making abilities."

"Let's ignore our mess and watch christmas movies." Fred put shis head on your shoulder, looking up at you.

"We have a deal."

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[mintaikk]

Analyzing Cookie Run Designs

I think one of the reasons I fell in love with CRK is the character designs. I love character design, and seeing how awesome these designs were made me love the characters even more, so imma start doing posts where I analyze them! Please note that while I love character design, I am not an expert AT ALL, so please feel free to add stuff! Anyways-

GingerBrave Design Analysis

I'm not tolerating any slander on my favorite boy, yall better leave him alone.

GingerBrave probably has the most simple design in the franchise, but that makes sense, since he's the starter Cookie and the player's first Cookie. He's just the typical Gingerbread man. Strawberry Crepe even bullies him for being boring, lol. Still some things to point out, though.

-Obviously based of the Gingerbread man. Nothing to say there. The game is extremely fucking good ar screaming in your face what these cookies were bases on

-Based off the Gingerbread man, which is why he canonically runs very fast ("Run run as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm the Gingebread man!")

-GingerBrave's is the first Cookie to have escaped the oven, and that act alone could be seen as rebellious (god forbid a sentient being doesn't want to be eaten), so instead of the typical gum drop buttons, GingerBrave has skull gumdrops, which symbolize rebeliousness, fearlessness, and power and I think all of that fits him pretty well

-The hair (icing), imo, is just made to look him look younger or cuter. Idk the exact age, but we know that he's canonically a teenager

-Gingerbread and Gingerbread men are most often associated with Christmas. Candy canes are also often associated with Christmas, which is why his weapon is a candy cane

(Also, please appreciate happy GingerBrave showing a photo of himself. I love him sm)

This one was pretty short since Gb has a pretty simple design. I'm excited yo do characters like Milky Way and Pure Vanilla, who have more extravagant designs!

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[factual-fantasy]

28 asks! :DD Thank you as always!! 💖💖

@astaherussy

My FNAF AU has been sorted out. In the sense that the timeline has been re-written enough that I can go back to drawing it..

Now the next comic in the AU is a re-write/re-draw of my old FNAF comic, Moon Malfunction. A few months ago though there were several time sensitive projects that came up and I needed to shelf Moon Malfunction 2.0 until they were done. Well now they're all done.. but Moon Malfunction is gonna take me some time to get around to..

For the past few months I've been in a really bad spot mentally and physically. And taking on my FNAF Recap/Repair project is just not something I feel I have the mental energy to do at the moment.. All it feels like is a one big pile of work. And all I wanna do I just draw what ever comes easily to me and focus on recovering..

Soooo for the time being,, my main FNAF AU might not see any updates for a bit.. Though I haven't forgotten about it and I do want to get back to it at some point soon. But for now I want to cut any work out of my relaxing/drawing time and just draw what ever I want. Which atm is pirate cookies-- <XDD

They're also great for grabbing something across the room while I stay in bed 😎😎

Why haven't I drawn anything like that yet- what--

I might just have to at some point! :00

@ardent-38

AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH!! THATS SO SWEET!! BUT ALSO LSKNAKJ XDDD

I never thought of it like that! Anyone who gets into the game through my characters is like a lactose intolerant person recommending an ice-cream joint- and they're very persuasive! XDD

But fr, thank you! And hey, even if my characters aren't in the game, they'll always be here on Tumblr waiting for you XDD

Actually, I wasn't! :00 I haven't seen that episode of the Cuphead show. But I'm assuming its about Cala Maria and Captain Brineybeard, yes? If so I can easily see the relation XD

(Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU!! The comic was different than what I'm used to. But it was a nice change of pace. I'm glad you liked it! :}}}

@badlyblurry (Post in question)

FRRRRRR THO He's been holding that glow back for a while. Trying not to send the wrong messages to Blue and potentially damage their friendship 💔💔

XDDD ITS OK!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD 💖💖✨

@mod-bubamon

I have! In this post you can see 3 of them floating behind Melvin! (The anthro donkey)

And in this post, you can see Melvin holding one while it passes away... :((((( Sad day for sure.

Well? What did she taste like? XDD

Oh wait you're dead my bad-

Unfortunately I cant think of any songs that would match each crew members theme.. Rn all my brain can think about is this 👇

@nunyabusiness459 (Comic in question)

🥰🥰THANK YOU!! :DDD

What is primordial dough? :0

@2006-stupid-thatsme

Thank you! :DD Though unfortunately my fwernnd, I am known for being very bad at explaining how I do art things. :(

If I tried to explain my thought/design process it would just be a lot of word spaghetti that boils down to "uhhh... I just drew it.,. aandd if it dont look good.. draw it differently.. until it looks good-"

My advice would be to look on YouTube for character design tutorials or ask some other artists that have artwork similar to mine and see if they can help. :( Again, so sorry! I wish I could articulate my thoughts better 💔💔

@beryl-shade

This actually makes me think- Google says that if you add too much sugar to a cookie they become brittle.

Huh,, makes me think. If one of the cookies was baked with too much sugar.. they'd break real easy.. hmm.. 👀👀

@whereismycupofcoffee

@artistiemi

Thank you so much!! :DD I wish the same for you!! ✨💖✨

@sunnys-bloog

I've thought about drawing them! :0 And I thiiink I drew Franny one time..? The Blue one. Although I don't think I'll be able to find the sketch unfortunately-

NOT THE GUMDROP BUTTONS!!

tbh though I think they'd see him as just a normal guy! :0 Right..?

@beryl-shade

I'm not sure.. considering what I know about the games.. I thiiink they'd be horrified?? <XDD If they understand that they're made of dough, it'd be the equivalent of a human walking into a giant meat factory where they chop up meat and make weird false humans..

Okay yeah, they'd be horrified for sure XDDD

@wdillustration

:DD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :}}}

@neo-metalscottic (Cookie run post in question)

AAAAA thank you so much!! I'm glad you liked it!! :DD As for the power, I think you're right about it being a rare occasion. And the idea of her gaining better control over it over time? While her love grows as well?? Perfection. But man I'm also tempted to make it so she can change when ever she wants. :( I really like drawing her and Seafoam together like that.. 🥺

As for the Colossal squid episode,, I'd have to go back and re-watch it to decide if I'll keep it for my AU or not..

But thinking about all the stuff you described about a violent altercation and nightmares?? 👀👀 Its giving me ideas! XDD

Now if the crew did face a violent altercation like that, I imagine their #1 goal would to protect the Octopod. That's their home man! They would probably do what ever they could to get the octopod away from the situation. Like the Captain manually piloting it and some of the crew being sent out in gups to distract the squid. Stuff like that :0

@luna-purple454

AAA IT WAS ON THE 10TH BUT THANK YOU!! XDD :DD

@khoiazo

It was on the 10th actually- and hey thanks! Seam could probably use the calories <XD

@unpopularartist14 (referencing this ask post)

<XD oh boy, what a stark contrast between the sides--

@shaziztrazh

I didn't have them in mind while designing them,, though maybe I took some subconscious inspiration? I see the similarities! :0

[tennis-ball-memory]

{ @nurse-tennis-ball }

The nurse is standing in front of Mell.

"Hello! Hhow are you?"

⋆ The poor toy hadn't even seemed to notice until it was too late, it seemed. So many steps forward from the other, or even none, she couldn't tell the difference! Two big eyes fell on the nurse, and two hands reached for the button on her stomach, pressing down on it. Like a cue, she jumped back, startled, and tilt her head far more politely with a mechanic whirr.

— Sweet gumdrops, you startled Mell! Mell thought she had been a bad bad caterpillar and told a naughty secret... He-he!

⋆ Her body began to stiffen, but not before those paws reached to press the button again, another audio clip coming from behind lips that forgot to move this time.

— Press on my tummy, and you can tell Mell any secret you want. Mell won't tell anyone... She'll keep it safe in her lovely tummy just for you!

[liaromancewriter]

Have a Punny Day

Premise: Cassie and Tobias go overboard with food puns.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Tobias Carrick, F!MC (Cassie Valentine); feat. Ethan Ramsey Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 800

A/N: One of the readers on AO3 asked once if I'd consider writing a Tobias and Cassie interaction, similar to the food puns chapter in book 3. This fic is inspired by that ask. Submission for @choicesmaychallenge24 prompt 'mania' for the use of too many puns and uncontrollable laughter. 😂

Cassie Valentine was run off her feet. As a third-year resident and junior fellow at Boston’s prestigious Edenbrook Hospital, her free time was increasingly being squeezed ahead of graduation. Suddenly, it seemed as if the faculty was determined to dump all their knowledge onto departing minds.

That would have been helpful when she was a clueless intern three years ago. But now, after working with Ethan Ramsey on the most complex medical cases and performing hundreds of procedures, she no longer needed to know when arterial was preferred over central venous line placement.

She scarfed down a banana she’d grabbed from the breakroom between patients and wished it was a chocolate bar instead. What possessed her to give up chocolate for Lent?

Max, that’s what. The bastard had dared her, and she’d fallen for his sneaky insinuations like the gullible idiot she was.

Swallowing down the last bite of the slightly mushy fruit, she disposed of the peel and headed toward the north elevator bank. The buzzing of her pager with a message to report to the Diagnostic Team office had her changing directions.

A short while later, she swiped the access card and rushed into the glass-walled office, breathless from her dash up three flights of stairs.

“Whoa. Cake it easy, Valentine,” Tobias Carrick called out in alarm from the conference table, forking up a chocolate cake.

Cassie watched him in bemusement. “Did you just say ‘cake’ it easy?”

“Oops. Must have had cake on my mind.” He toasted her with his fork, going back for seconds.

Cassie shrugged, joining him at the round conference table. “I’m a layer back kind of person, Carrick.”

Tobias grinned wolfishly. “Well, you’re butter than me.”

He saw her staring hungrily at the cake and pushed the plate toward her. “It’s Maureen’s birthday. I managed to confiscate this from the nurses’ lounge— with great difficulty, I might add. If they find out, I’m in dip chip.”

Cassie snorted at the pun. “What’s life without a few whisks, right?”

Tobias chuckled. “A little cheesy, but grate effort. Here, I grabbed two forks.”

Shaking her head, she pushed the plate away. “Thanks, but my brother challenged me to give up something for Lent. In my not-so-infinite wisdom, I picked chocolate.”

“Yogurta be kidding me!” His mouth dropped open. “I didn’t peg you for being religious, especially with Ethan being agnostic.”

“Anything’s pastable.” Cassie laughed, amused at the hypothetical scenario of Ethan going to church with her. “Besides, it’s not about religion——and if you tell my mother I said that, you’re a dirty, rotten liar,” she warned with a steely-eyed look, pretending to crack her knuckles for effect.

“Max just knows how to push my gumdrop buttons, and we made a bet. I’m not giving him the satisfaction of rolling in the dough,” she added with a secret relish.

Tobias raised his eyebrows. “If you’ve given up chocolate, you must feel pretty desserted.”

“Tell you what.” He pushed his chair back and picked up the paper plate. “Consider this a gesture of my friend-chip.”

So saying, he walked out the sliding glass doors and dumped the rest of the cake into the trashcan outside.

“You’re one in a melon, Tobias,” Cassie said, her lips curled in a friendly smile. “Donut let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“And another one bites the crust.” Tobias winked lasciviously, his voice dropping into a familiar flirtatious tone. “Knew my charm would rub off on you one of these days, Cassie. Admit it. I’ve got you wonton more.”

“Oh, beet it, Carrick!” Cassie burst into laughter, throwing her head backward.

Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as she tried to still the laughter, but it was a losing battle as Tobias joined her, his deeper chuckles mingling with her lighter ones.

When Ethan and Baz Mirani walked into the diagnostic team’s office a few minutes later, they came to a standstill and stared perplexed. The other half of the team was doubled over in their chairs; bodies wracked in uncontrollable laughter.

“Have you noticed how unruly the team has become since Carrick joined us?” Ethan mused, raising an eyebrow as he glanced from Cassie to Tobias.

Baz folded his arms, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Well, we could use a break from the usual grind of life and death.”

“I’ll never understand how one person can cause such chaos,” Ethan shook his head, crossing the carpeted floor to stand at the front of the conference table.

Noticing the others had joined them, Cassie and Tobias slowly collected themselves. Their laughter died down to occasional chuckles as they shared one final amused glance before turning to give their attention to Ethan, the levity of the moment settling into a comfortable workday hum.

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[kata-sans]

Raising Stripe

Chapter 32

If there is one thing Craig can't stand it's a crowded mall. Every year he makes an active effort to avoid the mall during the holidays by purchasing his gifts online. There is nothing he can't get online and he has no reason to be caught up in the shopping madness. Nothing except an opportunity to take a picture with a fat man in a red suit.

Tweek had been hooked on the idea of getting a cute Christmas picture of Stripe. No matter how much Craig disliked the idea of spending his day in a crowded mall, he couldn't bear to shoot down Tweek's enthusiasm. It was rare to see Tweek be excited about anything involving Christmas and if a holiday picture caused it then Craig would spend all day in a swamped mall on Saturday.

That morning, Tweek woke up and fed Stripe a bowl of yogurt with blueberries. He quickly bathed Stripe and pulled out a cute gingerbread onesie from the closet. He dressed the baby and took extra care in fixing his hair before placing the hood of the onesie on his head. Once satisfied he snap a quick picture to send Laura and Tricia.

Craig was putting away the clean dishes when Tweek came in gushing about the baby in his arms. “Craig isn't he the cutest gingerbread!”

Craig turned to look at Stripe’s outfit. He looked like a typical gingerbread with a dark brown body, white frosting lines, baby blue candy eyes, and bright magenta gumdrop buttons. He chuckled as he noticed Stripe chewing on the onsie’s glove. Craig grabbed a pacifier from the counter and gently tugged Stripe's hand out of his mouth.

“Here Stripe, Mama's not gonna be happy if you chew a hole in your clothes before your picture.” Craig said, popping the pacifier in the baby's mouth.

Stripe held out his arm asking to change parents. Craig accepted him and lightly bounced him in his arms. He smiled when Stripe shrieked in laughter, but stopped when he saw Tweek's phone flash.

“Tweek! What the…Don't post that!” Craig called, chasing after his husband who was already running to their bedroom.

“TOO LATE! YOUR MOM ALREADY LIKED IT!” He shouted from behind the closed door. Craig could hear him laughing and was not surprised when the baby in his arms joined in.

“Traitor.” He playfully said, pressing a kiss against Stripe's cheek.

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Just as Craig imagined, the mall was crowded. Everywhere he looked, people were rushing around and balancing more bags than they could carry. He even saw a fight between two disgruntled shoppers. He took a breath keeping his mind on the goal: find the plump red guy.

“Look! There he is. That's Santa, Stripe. If you're a good boy he'll bring you a gift on Christmas.” Tweek explained to the baby he was currently holding. Stripe turned to look in the direction he was pointing to but didn't show any other signs of interest.

Tweek rushed to the line which to Craig's dismay had a few people. For the first time Tweek was buzzing with excitement rather than anxiety. “You seem more eager about meeting Santa than Stripe. Should I be jealous?” Craig said in a teasing manner.

“What! No it's just… Do you remember those Coffee with Santa events my parents used to host every year at the shop. The shop would always be busy and I was always required to work at the shop. Every year at the end of the day I was always the last kid to sit on Santa's lap. My mom always took my picture and I got a chance to give Santa my wishlist. Every year I got exactly what I asked for on Christmas.” Tweek smiled fondly at the memory. “When I found out it was my dad dressing up as Santa, I was angry. It was just another thing my parents ruined in my life.” Tweek spat bitterly.

Tweek sighed but his smile came back, “My parents made many mistakes raising me but this is the one thing I can't hold against them. I was hurt about the truth, but those are my happiest memories as a child. It's the one family tradition I can share with Stripe.”

Craig embraced Tweek. He knew better than anyone how awful Tweek's parents were. It was hard to understand how Tweek could still say anything positive about them, but Craig would always support his husband's feelings.“I'm glad your parents did something right for you.” Craig whispered into Tweek's ear.

Tweek pushed Craig away to rub his teary eye.”Aww man don't say sappy stuff like that!... Here hold Stripe while I make sure he's ready for the picture.”

When Stripe was comfortable in his arms, Craig took notice of how far the line had advanced. He was pleased to see they were next in line. In fact the family was already looking through the pictures on the computer and he could see a redhead in an elf costume beck them over.

“Wait! Kyle!?” Craig quickly glanced at the elf in front of him in disbelief.

“Craig? Tweek? Wow, when did you guys adopt a kid?” Kyle asked.

“Long story, why are you here?” Tweek answered.

“Stan and I needed extra cash for the holidays so we took up the part time Christmas photography job.”

“Wait! Stan's here? Is he wearing an elf costume like you?” Craig jumped at the opportunity to see his highschool rival look ridiculous.

“Umm, not exactly. We applied to be Santa but only one of us could fit the costume so…” Kyle pointed to the man in the red suit sitting on an elegant green couch. Stan dressed as Santa gave the family a short wave. “Well go ahead and hand your kid to Santa.”

Craig walked up and placed Stripe on Santa's lap. Stripe was confused as his Dada moved back. He looked up at the man he was sitting on with curiosity. The strange man had a big fuzzy thing attached to his face and smiled wide before bellowing out, “HO! HO! HO!”

Stripe's lip began to wobble and he let out a fearful cry. Craig quickly scooped up his crying baby and began consoling him. He shot a glare at the man dressed as Santa. “What is wrong with you?”

“What? I didn't do anything. Some kids just don't like Santa.” Stan tried to defend himself.

“Craig, it's okay. Stripe just doesn't feel comfortable sitting on a stranger's lap. We should just go home.” Tweek calmly suggested. Craig wanted to agree but he could clearly see the disappointment in Tweek's eyes. He looked down at Stripe who was snuggling against his chest settling from the fright.

“No! We came here to get Stripe's picture with Santa and I'm not leaving without one.” Craig said full of determination. He grabbed Tweek's hand and guided him to sit on Stan's right side before settling on the left with Stripe on his lap.

The photographer quickly arranged her camera angle and lighting. She held up and jingled a set of Christmas bells catching Stripe's attention. “Smile.” The camera flashed a couple times before the family was given the signal to move.

“Merry Christmas!” Stan called out only to receive Craig's typical middle finger.

Tweek was ecstatic. He pointed to his favorite picture where Stripe smiled wide enough to see his teeth. Tweek decided he wanted a large print to frame on their living room wall and a few smaller copies to share with friends and family.

Craig was pleased to see his husband's enthusiasm. Looking at the picture Tweek chose, he was more drawn to his husband's joyful expression. Seeing Tweek relive his happiest childhood memories was a memory he planned to cherish as long as he lived.

Ch.31

Ch.32

Bonus: Gingerbread Stripe 😍

[thewriterg]

♡︎𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬♡︎

pairing(s): JJ Maybank x gn!reader, Pope Heyward x gn!reader, JJ Maybank x Pope Heyward

summary: You, Pope, and JJ stay the night in and have a gingerbread house contest even if you didn’t win being surrounded by the embrace of your lovers was enough to make your night

word count: 660+

warning(s): Gingerbread house making, pet names, kisses, fluff, Shrek references, Poly relationships, and language

A/n:—GIFS; @obxhub— “Denial is a River and Egypt your husband is gay.” 🤨

Your back pressed up against the leg rest of your couch while you sat on the floor a piping bag filled with uncolored white frosting sat in your hand as you used the piping tip as a glue for your last touches of candy

“No, no, no forget that. The real question is… is the Nightmare Before Christmas a Christmas movie or a Halloween movie?” JJ redirected the debate him and Pope were having for the fourth time in an hour

“It’s both!” You and Pope exclaimed in unison

“It’s both!” You and Pope exclaimed in unison

“How can a movie be two completely different genres!?” JJ argued a pack of marshmallows in his hand as he munched on the sweets rather than using them to decorate

“J There’s so many examples like romance comedy’s, supernatural and action, or Sci-fi and fantasy” You listed as Pope nodded along with Your statement in agreement

You had all been laying around your house like this for a while four hours at most you had a pretty short day at work but it was first shift and you only worked six hours 9:00am to 2:00pm so it wasn’t that bad

Or so you thought.

You had one of the worst customer experience’s ever with a women yelling about not getting the right straw for her very plain hot coffee followed by a very well overage man who couldn’t take the hints that you had quite literally turned into down right telling him to fuck off and he was being a pedophile

Once you got off you shift you couldn’t bring yourself to go to chateau you were too overwhelmed to deal with social interaction with this unusual behavior and hour after your shift you had your two boyfriends on your doorstep with reassurance and open arms

So now here you all were sitting in your living room making gingerbread houses and you were quite sure of yourself that you wouldn’t rather be anywhere or be with anyone else

“I’m almost done” Pope stated into the open not taking his eyes off of his house adding a few more swipes of frosting along the border of the cookie home you hummed just then adding the last candy on the side of your roof your house making coming to an end

JJ not paying attention finished first abandoning the idea after twenty minutes and settled on eating the sweets rather than decorating them his house was… something for sure now he just played with the string of your his sweatpants that sat on your hips

“Anddd… done!” Pope finished with a smile on his face proud of his work while you clapped for his creativity and he playfully bowed putting a hand over his heart a whipping a tear from his eye while You giggled

“You guys suck” JJ mumbled rolling his eyes while you pouted at him before pinching his cheeks as is he were a toddler smiling bright at a candy store

JJ playfully glared at you before leaning towards your face thinking the blonde was going in for a kiss you didn’t think anything of it until he took a full you turn swiping his head down taking a bite out of one of the gummy candies

“Not my gumdrop buttons!” There was a moment of silence before you all burst Into laughter the type that made you haul back and cry tears

“W- what was that” Pope forced himself to speak which only lasted a few seconds before he was back to clutching his stomach doubled over

“Y-you just gave Gingy a run for his m-money” JJ laughed once more before finally sighing his heart beating and banging against his chest without remorse lying his head down on your shoulder

You followed behind him lying you head down on popes shoulder while he laid his head on top of yours the random Christmas movie playing as background noise you all Falling into a sleep to each it’s own.