#pretty snowflakes 2023

[clown-fuckers-r-us]

Are any of your trolls going to the ball?

"WHY YES ACTUALLY, I AM~! GLITTER ROARK AT YOUR SERVICE MOTHER FUCKER~!!!"

(im also having velvet and a few others going as well!)

[nailsandinspo]

[activatingaggro]

how cruel is the golden rule when the lives we lived are only golden-plated? and I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me though I carried carats for everyone to see

Fool's Gold, matching for @rebatrolls' Kindra's first ball out of the program.

[themisfitsedge]

Pori is Ready for the Ball!

Pori is ready for the 12th Perigee Yule Ball! I had so much fun making this for the ball with the help of @clown-fuckers-r-us ​! Her lovely lady Velvet will be escorting my lady Pori to the Ball this year and it will certainly be a night full of memories! 

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Not A Verstappen: A New World {8}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: It's you first ever first anniversary and you hope you got it right. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fluff, angst WC: 2.4k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine NAV: A New World One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine

Round Fourteen - Dutch GP 2023

It was the 1-2 finish you should have had a year ago and thankfully Max didn’t crash into you this time. Standing beside him on the podium as the home crowd cheered almost brought tears to your eyes. It wasn’t your ‘home’ race like it was for Max but the people had adopted you under their flags and banners anyway.

“What’s your plans tonight, zusje?” 

“It’s date night,” you said with a grin before handing over the jeroboam bottle of bubbly to your team. They deserved a piece of the celebration for their hard work on the car and you didn’t want to get drunk before the night began. “Charles is heading to Maranello tomorrow for testing so we are going to celebrate our first anniversary tonight.”

Max’s mouth parted in shock and he brushed a hand through his damp hair. “It has been a year already? Did anyone remind Lando?”

You rolled your eyes at his theatrics. “He’s not that bad at remembering dates.”

“Not that bad,” he echoed with a mocking tone. “He would be screwed without you and Charles to remind him.”

“Then it’s a good thing he has us,” you said as you waved to the crowd one last time before heading off the platform and back to the garage. You parted ways from Max as you went to the Aston Martin hospitality and he diverted to the Red Bull one. He was going to visit Jos while he was in the country, and you were glad he didn’t ask you to come, it saved you both from the awkwardness of the situation.

Lance looked defeated as he sat alone in a booth, everyone giving him a wide berth. Steering away from the path to your room, you took a seat opposite him.

“Tough race,” you commented softly.

His shoulders bounced with a laugh that held no humour. “Not for you, you got points.” His hands fidgeted with a napkin and he tore it to little shreds as he glared at the engineers walking into the motorhome. 

“You looked like you had a good break, did you do any sim work while you were on holiday?”

His lips twisted into a sneer and he shoved the rubbish across the table, the paper drifting onto your lap like snowflakes. “I can have a break and still keep up with my training.”

You rolled your eyes as he pushed off from the table. “That’s not what I meant, Lance. I practised with the new upgrades last week and it really changed the drivability. I was just making conversation.”

“Sure you were,” he huffed as he grabbed his bag from under the table and left.

Cleaning the napkin off your suit, you stood up and felt your stomach grumble at the smell coming from the kitchen. One more stop on the way to your room, you thought as you headed to the chefs.

“You have hardly touched your food,” Charles said with a frown as he saw your plate still full while his and Lando’s were empty. “Do you not like it?”

You clutched your stomach and pushed the plate away. “I ate too much before we left, damn chef’s were making waffles in hospitality.”

Lando chuckled at your weakness but happily took your plate and stabbed his fork into the schnitzel. “So I guess you won’t want dessert then, pretty sure I saw stroopwafels on the menu.”

You perked up even with your stomach bloating and protesting the thought of any more food. “I might find room to fit one or two more.”

“I thought so,” he chuckled before reaching under the table for his bag and producing a gift box. “I know we said no presents but I’m terrible at listening and got one anyway.”

“Me too,” you said as you reached into your handbag.

Charles shook his head, and you almost believed he had followed the rule he had set, but his lips tipped up. “My present is already hanging in our bedroom for when you get home tomorrow.”

“Is it a nude?” Lando asked with a nod. “Please tell me it's nude. Blink twice if it’s a nude.”

“It’s not a nude, mon cher,” Charles clarified with a laugh.

“Dammit.” He sent Charles a smile to show he wasn’t actually as disappointed as he made it seem and Charles reached across the table to hold his hand. 

“Here, you two can open this,” you said as you slid the box towards their hands. “I’ve never had a first anniversary so I didn’t really know what to get but I saw this and thought it was kind of fitting…” You fell silent as Charles untied the bow and Lando lifted the lid. “But if you don’t like it I can get something else…”

Lando reached for one of the items first, lifting the chain up so he could see the pendant that hung on it, identical to the other two necklaces. Charles picked his one up next and examined the detail that had been masterfully engraved into the white gold. 

“It’s a trinity knot,” you said as you pulled a card out from under the last necklace, yours. “There’s a whole lot of symbolism in it like the past, present and future, but I like that it's just like us, you know, three connected. It’s stupid, isn’t it, I’ll take them back.” You felt like an idiot as you reached for them but they both pulled away before you could swipe it from their grasp.

“Hey, this is mine,” Lando huffed as he clutched it to his chest. “Get your own.”

“We love it,” Charles assured you as he took your hand and kissed your knuckles. “I think we were both stunned, in a good way, mon amour.”

“Not me, I just liked hearing her ramble,” Lando chuckled and you sent him a dirty look. “It’s adorable, love.”

“You suck,” you groaned as your cheeks heated.

“I do, asked Charles.”

“Will you help me put it on?” Charles asked as he held his up, ignoring Lando’s cheeky comment.

You rose from your seat and walked behind Charles, unclasping the necklace before draping it around his neck. The chains had been made longer since both of your boyfriends had thick necks from their training and when you let it go the trinity knot settled over the centre of his chest. Dipping your head down, you kissed him sweetly and whispered, “Happy anniversary, baby.”

While you were up, you took Lando’s and did the same before he grabbed the last necklace and patted his lap. You were grateful the restaurant had been hired out for the night so you could have the privacy to share the intimate moment as you sat down. His fingers were warm against your skin and you smiled as the cold chain balanced out the heat. It wasn’t enough to quell the fire that started when he kissed your nape where the clasp locked together.

“I love you,” he whispered as his hands started to drift up your thighs. “How about we skip dessert and head back to the hotel?”

“What about your gift?” Charles asked, rattling the box in his ear to try to guess what it was.

“Bring it,” Lando winked. “I’ll come in handy for what I have planned.”

Round Fifteen - Monza GP

You had felt off since FP1. There wasn’t anything wrong, you just didn’t feel right. Your mother pressed the back of her hand to your forehead as you curled up on your couch and napped between the practices, but you didn’t have a fever.

“I’m just tired,” you mumbled as you pulled your cap down over your face to block out the lights. “I’ll be fine after a little sleep.”

She had disappeared after refilling your drink bottle and went to visit Charles since it was his team’s home race. He was feeling more nervous than usual with the added pressure of the tifosi out in force and he wanted to make them proud, make Ferrari proud. 

“Hey, love, wake up,” Lando coaxed you awake, a frown on his face at how long it had taken. You were like Charles, who, unless completely drunk, was a light sleeper. “It’s time for practice.”

“Shit,” you groaned as you saw the time, still a little lethargic and drowsy. “I haven’t even warmed up. Why didn’t anyone wake me earlier?”

“Kristian tried, but he came and found me. I think you would have killed him if he found an air horn to wake you. Are you feeling okay?”

You nodded as you sat up and stretched your back. Accepting his hands to pull you up, you used the momentum to crash into his chest and snake your arms around his waist. “I’m fine, but if you want to piggyback me so I can sleep on the walk then I will love you forever.”

“You are already going to love me forever,” he smirked confidently before it faded away and he pouted his lips, his brows softening above his smouldering eyes. “Could you ever hate this face?”

“I hate it when you do that,” you groaned as you felt your body awaking in response. “Goddammit, now I’m horny.”

“Good, at least that means you are wide awake now, come on, time to go.”

You would like to say the weekend improved after that but the car really struggled and you weren’t much better. You still bested Lance with your 9th place finish and another two points to the tally. It wasn’t much but it was enough to strain the already tense relationship with your teammate.

“I lost Charles,” you commented from your spot on Lando’s lap, having to talk right into his ear as the music was so loud. The nightclub was packed with Ferrari supporters and the two of you hidden in the VIP lounge were definitely the odd ones out. 

“He’s over there,” Lando pointed out, spotting the head of dark hair making his way through the crowd back to you.

A round of boo’s started to grow towards the entrance and it drowned out the music as Max walked into the club. Even from across the floor you could see Max roll his eyes at the sound he was growing used to, but you rose from your comfortable seat as it grated it on your nerves. Dressed in a white shirt and jeans, you were grateful your brother didn’t arrive in Red Bull merch and antagonise the crowd further. 

You shoved your way through the crowd and Charles changed his direction as he spotted you heading to the exit, intercepting you as you finally reached Max. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating your win?” you asked, elbowing a particularly annoying drunkard who was shouting at Max in Italian. 

“They aren’t the same without you there.” His eyes widened and he caught your shoulder, tugging you into his side as the crowd swelled closer, the anger growing by the second as Charles stood in front and Lando covered your back. You could hardly breathe as you were surrounded by the three of them and Charles shouted back in Italian, but they weren’t listening to the man they had idolised only minutes earlier.

“We should get out of here,” Lando shouted to the group, the charged atmosphere bringing security inside. You were escorted out of the club and Max was quiet as he slid into the back of the SUV with you while Charles rode shotgun beside Lando. Worried eyes searched for yours in the rearview but you were frowning at your brother. 

“Well, that was fun,” Charles broke the silence, twisting in his seat to look at Max too. “Are you alright?”

“I didn’t mean to spoil your evening,” he answered quietly, staring out at the street while Lando drove back to the hotel. 

“It’s fine, we were going to head back soon,” Charles said with a shrug. 

“I was getting tired anyway,” you added as you dropped your head on his shoulder and yawned. “I just want to have a break for a few days, but I can’t even have that.”

“Why not?” Max asked, since the next race was just under two weeks away in Singapore. Everyone was having a short break before the long cross-continental trip but given the wince he saw on Charles' face before he turned forwards in his seat, you weren’t one of them.

“Kristian,” you huffed resentfully.

“He still has you on that bullshit training programme? Tell him to fuck off.” Max shifted so your head could rest more comfortably. “Are you flying with me to Singapore?”

You shook your head and yawned again. “Charles has to fly with Vista for a promo.”

“And let me guess, you can’t really can’t go a few hours without him? What happened to bros before hoes.”

“Hey,” Charles feigned indignance and scowled at Max. “I can’t help it, I am so irresistible.”

Max gagged and reached for the car door. “Lando, let me out. I’ll see you at breakfast.”

Fortunately for him the hotel was in sight and Lando pulled into the turn, trying to park in the valet area while struggling with laughter. He hadn’t even put the SUV into park before Max’s door was opened and your pillow was gone with him. 

Your stomach rumbled as you headed into the quiet hotel and you blamed Max for mentioning food as you entered your suite. “Where’s the menu for room service?”

“I don’t think anything here is Kristian approved,” Lando commented as he read over the options but you pulled it from his grasp and reached for the phone. 

“Fuck Kristian and fuck his diet, I’m hungry.”

Lando held his hands up in surrender before walking off with a laugh to Charles. “And you say I have attitude.”

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[dindjarindiaries]

Dincember 2023 - December 1: Snow

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: Snow

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⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙

The poncho was a valiant shield against the unprecedented chill of the planet. Flakes of snow fell all around, nearly making the horizon a blur in its beautiful haze. It was pretty to look at, but damn, was it cold.

You held one half-gloved hand out in a vain effort to catch some of the snowflakes, and it wasn't the first time you'd done it. This time, however, it earned your companion's attention. "You're acting like you've never seen snow before." Din's voice was full of amusement rather than judgement.

You smiled and closed your fist, looking to see if anything was left in it. There were only a few droplets of water. "I haven't."

Din's helmet snapped towards you. He huffed and shook his head. "That's funny."

You raised your brow and turned to look at him. "I'm being serious."

Din tilted his helmet. His visor gave you a disbelieving once-over. "How?"

You let out a laugh out that. "What do you mean, 'how?'" You gestured back with your head and nudged his arm with your own. "Not everyone has an antique gunship that can take them wherever they want."

Din chuckled, his visor watching his boots leave tracks in the snow. "Sorry. I just..." He lifted the palm of his gloved hand to gesture to you, but then he stopped, as if lost. "I figured a great mechanic would have gotten around the galaxy more."

You smiled again at that and drew yourself closer to his side. "Mechanics become great by fixing ships," you gestured to your belt, "not flying them."

Din gave his helmet another quick tilt. "Fair point." His visor looked to the way ahead again while you focused on the flurries of snow. Still, even as you continued to try to catch the snow, you could somehow sense his gaze on you. "Do you like it?"

You gave him a quick glance. "The snow?" When Din nodded, you shrugged. "I think. It's really cold."

"It is." Din's visor gave you a once-over again, but that time, it was more concerned than before. "Are you warm enough?"

You nodded, beaming. "This poncho's thicker than it looks."

Din raised a gloved hand, politely asking for yours. You set yours into his, though he just held it between his thumb and fingertips as he turned it over. "We need to get you a pair of full gloves."

"I probably could've brought my working gloves instead, but..." you shrugged again, "I guess I didn't really think about it until now."

Din shook his helmet and set his hand on your upper back. "That's all right. I'm sure they'll have some at the marketplace."

The warmth his words and his actions brought your chest was more sufficient than any type of clothing or accessory could ever be. You looked at him and saw a snowflake stuck to his visor, causing you to lift your fingers to gently wipe it away. "Thank you."

Din brushed his thumb over your back. "Thank you." He lowered his hand and stopped in his tracks for a moment. You paused alongside him, raising your brow in confusion. Din bent down and collected some of the fallen snow in his gloved hands, pushing it together until he held something out to you. "Here."

You took it, amazed at how compact it was. "A snowball?"

Din stepped back and lifted his arms. "Go ahead."

"And do what?"

"Throw it."

You let out a terse laugh of disbelief. "At you?"

Din sighed and set his hands on his hips. "You're missing your opportunity, cyar'ika."

Just as he finished getting the words out, you made the throw, causing the snow to hit Din's cuirass and explode in every direction. You laughed as he looked down the best he could with his helmet and assessed the damage. You stepped up to help him brush away the remnants of the snow.

"Was it fun?" Din's tone was both hopeful and amused.

You smiled at him and nodded. "But next time," you held his helmet between your hands, "you won't be ready for it."

Din huffed, amused, and gave your wrists a squeeze before he lowered your hands. "Well, we have to get you some warmer gloves to make those snowballs, first."

You let him keep you close to his side and tried to hide your smile. "Sure."

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December 2023

"Home Alone?" Chim says the title like a question he doesn't really want answered, with a not insignificant amount of trepidation. 

"What's it about?" Buck asks innocently, fiddling with a pair of craft scissors, the bright pink plastic of the handle a stark contrast against his dark blue uniform pants. 

"It's about a boy," Chim explains. "He's home alone."

"He almost murders two burglars," Eddie adds helpfully, because that seems like a pretty crucial detail. 

Buck hums. Then, after a few seconds of hopeful silence, he shakes his head. "Doesn't ring a bell."

Chim groans. There are two stacks of DVDs on the coffee table, the one on the right drastically higher than the other. Home Alone quickly joins the looming tower, another entry in the seemingly endless list of shows and movies you simply have to watch, according to Chim and probably several Buzzfeed articles, unless your name is Evan Buckley and your childhood sucked. 

Chim's desperate eyes meet Eddie's. Eddie shrugs. He doesn't even try to hide his smile. 

"I don't know what you expected."

Chim sighs, because of Eddie's comment or maybe just the general situation, and turns back to the coffee table to survey the stacks. Though, given that the left one consists of exactly one DVD, stack is probably not the right term. 

"How is Die Hard the only Christmas movie you've seen?" 

"Maddie made me watch it," Buck replies, opening the scissors and closing them again, cutting the air with cheaply metallic little snipsnipsnips.

"I guess that's my legacy," Chim says morosely, and gets up. "I have more DVDs in my locker. Don't go anywhere."

"Who even uses DVDs in this day and age?" Buck calls after him. "There's this thing called Netflix, old man. You should give it a try."

Chim is still flipping him off when he gets to the stairs and the dimness of the 10 PM app bay swallows him whole. 

"What are you doing anyway?" Eddie asks, nodding at the mess Buck has made of his half of the couch. Paper cuttings cover the leather like snow, leftovers from the pile of strange sculptures he's gathered in his lap. 

"I'm making snowflakes," Buck informs him. Eddie's levels a—pointed, doubtful—look at one of those sculptures, misshapen and strangely bug-like in nature, and Buck amends, "I'm trying to make snowflakes. I want to make some with Jee, so I looked up, uh, child-friendly crafts, but—this is way more difficult than I thought. And if I can't do it, there's no way a two-year old can do it." 

Eddie thinks back to a sunny afternoon in his kitchen, to two very different kinds of heart drawings spread out on his kitchen table. Chris got an A on his sketch. Buck's had a heart-shaped button nose. Jee will probably do just fine. 

"Practice makes perfect," Eddie tells him cheerfully, patting his shoulder. "If you keep it up, you're gonna have the fine motor skills of a preschooler in no time."

"Screw you," Buck replies. "I'm holding scissors. I could stab you."

Eddie glances at the scissors, eyes the childproof rounded tip. "Sure."

Before Buck can prove to him just how dangerous those craft scissors can be—and he looks like he's definitely considering it—a shrill ringing interrupts the relative nighttime peace that has settled over the firehouse. DVDs and ugly snowflakes get abandoned, gear equipped and the truck boarded, and just a little over ten minutes later, they're standing on the set of some Hollywood blockbuster Buck probably won't watch either, and for a moment, Eddie forgets to be professional. 

"Holy shit."

The set in front of them, a fake street hemmed in by fake brownstone facades, might have looked festive, maybe, at some point, but there's not much left of that now. It's all buried beneath white goo, glittering ominously under the studio lights, more horror flick than Hallmark movie. What looks like the grayscale aftermath of a Slimer attack is the result of a bunch of fake snow machines gone wild, and next to Eddie, Buck has stopped dead in his tracks too. 

"Holy shit," he echoes. 

Bobby, strutting through the mess with the grace of a former figure skating star, calls for them, and they start moving. 

Truth be told, there's not that much they can do here. The machines are already turned off, and there's no fire that needs putting out, no car wrecks, no stuck elevators. They're here because three of the crew members fell unconscious after they came in contact with the goo, but it's probably some type of allergic reaction, so Chim and Hen have it handled. That gives Buck some time to look around, his face painfully open with curiosity and that strange, enviable love for life that comes so naturally to him, and it gives Eddie some time to watch him do it, watch as his eyes, bright and blue, take in the scene. 

"Did you know that the largest snowflake ever recorded was 15 inches wide? They found it in Montana, in 1887."

"No," Eddie says honestly, because what the hell. "Nobody who isn't you would know that. And I call bullshit. 15 inches? Come on."

"I didn't come up with it," Buck tells him. "Otherwise I'd have a Nobel prize."

"They give out Nobel prizes for that?"

"They should," Buck says, and at Eddie's dubious look, he quickly continues. "Snow is fun, Eddie. People like snow."

"I don't like snow," Eddie replies. It gets below freezing in El Paso, but usually only at night, and even then it rarely snows. He doesn't miss much about Texas but he does miss that. Then again, Southern California isn't that different. Which may or may not be why he picked Los Angeles over Chicago.

"Snow is beautiful," Buck argues. "Magical, festive—"

"Cold, slippery, dangerous—"

"Come on."

Eddie spreads his arms, look around, and Buck does, but only so he can look back at Eddie and roll his eyes.

"That's not snow," he says, kicking his foot as if to prove a point. He sends a clump of goo flying in Bobby's general direction, and Bobby glances over his shoulder to give them a long-suffering look.

"Snow is snow," Eddie says, just to be contrary. 

"One day I'll show you," Buck decides. "I'll take you to Hershey. Then you'll see." 

"Sure, Buck," Eddie says. "Sure."

December 2024

At the time he'd laughed it off, but now, a year later, Eddie understands that suggestion for the invitation it was. Buck invited him to spend Christmas in Hershey—his hometown, where his parents live. That feels significant, somehow, even though it probably wasn't meant to be. Buck was probably just joking, probably didn't mean anything by it, just wanted to introduce Eddie to the dubious wonder that is a snowy winter. Even now, a year later, it's a ridiculous suggestion. Eddie doesn't even like visiting his own parents over the holidays, and he doesn't dislike them nearly as much as he sometimes hates Buck's. 

It's a ridiculous idea, but if Buck brought it up now, a year later, Eddie would say yes in an instant. 

Because now, a year later, Buck's smile has faded. His skin is pallid and bruised, his large frame looks strangely small. A hospital gown will do that to you, Eddie thinks, as he stares at the wires, the tubes, all those foreign objects attached to his best friend's too-still body. 

What a difference a year can make.

Written for the @911countdowntochristmas - this was supposed to be 24 drabbles but the Buddie NDE speculation going around pre 8x08 inspired me and now it's a 24-mini-chaptered fic instead. And definitely more hurt/comfort than fluff. Oops.

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November 15, 2023

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[clown-fuckers-r-us]

AND IT'S VELVET WITH THE NEXT YULE BALL FIT!!! you can catch her doing dances mixed with some of her contortionist act. :3

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feel the ocean as it breathes, shivering teeth see the mountains where they meet smothering me as the wind fends off the waves, I count down the days heavy stones fear no weather

The three servitors, custodians of three mega-sized lusii who's death foretells the birth of the paradise planet! After Riccin's impromptu abduction by the Ziz, they ended up moirails with Averii.. and enemies with Saevus, who's less than thrilled to have a yellowblood being integrated into this typically bloodline-locked club.

Averii & Saevus are @rebatrolls, as always~

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𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hello and welcome to Dead Dove December 2023! We are a dark holiday-themed Bucky Barnes event. Below, you will find the prompts for each day of December, along with alternate options. This is a no-pressure, for-fun event that offers over 50 prompts to fulfill your dark needs during the holiday season. Please be aware that the prompts on this list contain dark and potentially disturbing themes and may not be suitable for all audiences.

Ao3 Collection

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Day 1: "Stocking" Stalking / Trapped

Day 2: Heartwarming / Hidden

Day 3: Ice Skating (Screaming) / Nutcracker / Home

Day 4: Curse / Captivity

Day 5: Jolly / Jugular

Day 6: Blood in The Snow / No Strings Attached

Day 7: Giving Back / First Night / Tis The Season

Day 8: Mistletoe Madness / Stree Free ( Stress Position)

Day 9: Naughty or Nice (Knot or Nice) / Merry

Day 10: Cold as Ice / Secret Surprise

Day 11: Unexpected Gift (Alt: Best/Worst) / Lost

Day 12: Candy Cane / Candlelight / "The Light Goes Out."

Day 13: Tortured / Yule Ritual / The Shadow of the Menorah / FREE DAY

Day 14: Chopping / Silent Night, Lonely Night

Day 15: Wonderland / Snowflakes

Day 16: Tinsel Bondage (Tied) / Strangulation

Day 17: Christmas Lights / Pretty as bulb, aren’t you? My own special little ornament (Christmas Angel).”

Day 18: Forced Celebration / Feast / Fever

Day 19: Twisted Traditions / Train Tracks/ Hanging From the Tree

Day 20: Krumpus / Monster Fucking

Day 21: A Broken Ornament / Winter Solstice / FREE DAY

Day 22: Buried in Bows / Tangled Ribbons

Day 23: What Fun It Is / Holiday Haunting / Horse Drawn

Day 24: The Nightmare Before Christmas / Last Wish

Day 25: All I Want is You / Unwrapping / Presents “Presence”

Day 26: Chains / Cheers / Cannibalism

Day 27: Dark Encounter / Stitches

Day 28: Something Red / Tears

Day 29: Robbed (of senses) / Stockholm Syndrome

Day 30: Masked / Masquerade / Spiked / FREE DAY

Day 31: It’s a New Year, (Again)- Memory Loss / Forgotten

𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Deprived

Search & Rescue

Building a (snow) man

Aches & Angels

"Stay with me."

The gift of gunpoint

Chimney

"He sees you when you're sleeping; he knows when you're awake."

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[milla-frenchy]

2023

My first year on tumblr. I signed up in March or April, and I was like "woah" as soon as I read my first fics. Some of them are printed in me.

raider series - @toxicanonymity I was hooked from the first chapter, and now, what can I say... This universe is amazing, and the analyzes never cease to make me emotional. I love your fics so much and their particular atmosphere, I was going to mention Slasher and Night walks, but honestly I could put the link to your masterlist it would be more representative.

Toxic, thank you so much. I love you and I'm so grateful to know you 🖤🫶🫂

Han @swiftispunk, you are one of the very first accounts I followed, and this famous “woah” effect started with Let me and Use me. Then there was In my hometown, and how could I not mention Your summer dream. You are also one of the nicest people in here, and reading your responses to requests is always a pleasure.

Katy, @atticrissfinch I'm a huge fan of your dom/brat tamer series, since day one. The dom/sub dynamic is perfect. Since then I've been reading your fics like a starving person, I'm crazy about Meet me in the back like a lot of people, little bee is amazing, and honestly your masterlist is dope. Also you are SO funny and I couldn't say how many times you made me giggle.

Aly, @iamasaddie am I gonna talk about Lost in the Dark for the 50th time? Absolutely. A hugnry dog on a very short leash is one of the fics that had the most impact on me. When someone writes down the most raw, primal emotions you've ever felt, it creates a special bound. Aly, I love you, you are one of the funniest people I know, you're like an alternative version of me and I love that 💛

Kat @pascalsbby I've said it a million times, but your Carnal series... ❤️😍 Birdie means a lot to me, to the point that I add one of your quote on my PP. Your Joel is incredible, the feelings when I read this series are amazing. Thank you

Emma @walkintotheriveranddisappear I can ben your pretty girl is an amazing series, I have lost count of the number of times I have read it. The last parts with Tommy made me turn a total fangirl. And I can't thank you enough for your september fics

Rad @bonezone44 You gave us one of the most depraved fics I've read this year, and I read a lot of them 😁 Too depraved 4 tv is a fn masterpiece, and I love you ❤️

Lo @covetyou when we read the first part of Something wretched about this with some of my mutuals, we went in feral mod instantly. I love, love, love, this series. You have no idea how much I couldn't wait for the next Tuesday. Thank you.

I can't list all the fics that I liked because there were so many, if you're interested I have fics recs.

Tumblr didn't only offer me fics. I can't talk about 2023 without talking about you, Kate, @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog. You are a gem, and I am so grateful to have you in my life. Thank you for all the time you spend correcting my fics, and my shitty grammar. Writing fics with you is awesome. I love you, my twin 💕

Also, I can't forget the emotions I felt while reading A villain's monologue.

Finally, I started writing my little fics, and some people always take the time to comment and rb. Thank you so much, it means the world to me.

@casa-boiardi @survivingandenduring @sheepdogchick3 @axshadows @quaritchscupquake @corazondebeskar-reads

Sorry for the people I forgot, for the probably bad english, I drank too much last night and I have a horrible headache 😭

Cheers to 2024!

[vante1920pm]

Hello!! Will it be okay if I could request a headcanon for Ao’nung, Rotxo, Neteyam, and Lo’ak with a s/o that’s from a tundra region? (A snowy region)

──;; 𝐒/𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍 ★☆

★ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i added tsu'tey cuz i haven't written anything for him yet and i feel like the scenario could be pretty interesting with him :)

also, love this idea !!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

☆ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: their s/o being from a snowy and cold region

☆ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: neteyam, lo'ak, ao'nung, rotxo + tsu'tey

☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: ooc

❛  NETEYAM !   ❜

- he thinks you're interesting

You looked very different from the Na'vi in his clan, but that was the thing that pulled him towards you.

He loved to learn your ways, always asking questions and picking up habits from you.

You promised him to take him home with you one day, showing him the way you grew up and the games you played as a kid.

He couldn't wait for this day.

❛  LO'AK !   ❜

- he's very curious

He once heard about the snowy land from some Na'vi, but he wasn't really interested back then.

But when you showed up, he threw all his past thoughts about it away and was ready to learn everything about your home.

Maybe it wasn't even the region that interested him, but since it was about you, he listened to every word that left your mouth.

❛  AO'NUNG !   ❜

- he made fun of you at first

Surprise, surprise, nothing unexpected.

He teased you to no end. First it was your skin color, then the way you weren't able to swim and so on.

But after he learned a few things from you, the more eager he was to get to know you better.

And then, puff, you were dating.

❛  ROTXO !   ❜

- he wanted to know everything

When he first laid eyes on you, he knew, you would be the most amazing Na'vi on Pandora.

And he was right. Everything you said seemed like a melody, your eyes glowing while describing the snowflakes you would always try to catch as a child.

He was full and completely yours. No question.

❛  TSU'TEY !   ❜

- he was skeptical

You were a stranger, and an utter fool in his eyes.

You looked weak, your skin was weird and your personality was the worst.

But to his surprise, he learned to actually like you.

Bro, he was more surprised than you, but all of a sudden, you seemed beautiful. Your skin, your eyes, your history, everything was perfect in his eyes.

It just took him much time.

© 2023, VANTE1920PM

[asoullessentity]

TIS' THE SEASON , CLASSIC SANS

♡ ,, SYPNOSIS ; It's christmas time in Snowdin!

,, CONTENT/WARNING ; Fluff

— note ; I know Christmas is over, shhhh..

You walk around snowdin, feeling the cold sting your cheeks and the back of your neck. Your hands are stuffed into your pockets to prevent the cold from seeping out and making you feel as though you’re drowning in ice. The only thing keeping you warm is the thick sweater wrapped securely around you. It’s made of a soft, fuzzy material that helps keep all of the warmth inside of you. You look down at your boots, which are coated with fresh, wet snow and your breath comes out in clouds in front of you. You looked around seeing some of the monsters of snowdin out of their houses, some of them enjoying the snow. The others decorate their houses for the holiday, but all in varying degrees of frostiness. You smiled at them before continuing on your way.

It was snowing. And this was just how normal winters were supposed to be. You walked through the snow until you arrived at a small bench that was tucked away near one of the trees, you gently brushed the snow off with your hands. You plopped yourself down on the bench, watching snowflakes fall onto your gloves. It was pretty, you thought to yourself. You then heard footsteps crunching in the snow behind you. You felt someone take a seat beside you, you glanced at the figure and smiled.

It was Sans, he wore a blue scarf around his neck.

"Why are you sitting out here?" He asked after a while, "Aren't you freezing?" You laughed softly, shaking your head. "No, I'm not cold." Sans shrugged. You turned your attention back out to where the snow fell, watching it flicker and melt against the tree tops. "So what brings you out here?" You asked, turning your head back towards him. His blue eye lights flickered, glancing back over at you. You raised an eyebrow. "Oh…I dunno," he shrugged, leaning against the side of the bench, "Just getting away from the house." "Ah," you replied, nodding your head, understanding his meaning. You both sat there in silence for a bit, watching the snow fall down around you. A soft breeze passed by causing a light flurry of snow to fly across the two of you. You sighed contentedly before speaking up again. "You know, this isn't so bad," you told him, smiling softly, "Even if I am freezing my butt off." "Mhmm…" you hummed, looking down to watch the snow. After a few seconds of silence, you heard Sans shift on the bench.

Turning towards him, you saw him staring up at the sky through the branches of the trees above. You followed his gaze to see the large snowflake that was still falling, but much more steadily now than it was earlier. It landed on the side of his face. You laughed. He quickly grabbed his hoodie sleeve, wiped it off of his face, and gave you a playful glare. "…What?" He asked.

You continued giggling, covering your mouth with your hand. Sans's eyes darted over to your giggling figure, his cheeks turning into a blue hue. "You have a nice laugh." He commented, looking back up at the sky. Your giggling slowed down.

"…Thanks," you said, smiling. He shrugged with a smile, grinning slightly before standing up and offering a hand out to you. You gladly took his hand, allowing him to pull you up off the bench. "Let me buy you hot chocolate and then we can sit outside for a while." You stared at him. You didn't know if it was the cold but your cheeks heated up a bit. You gave him a soft smile.

"Sure, I would love that…"

"Great."

copyright. ©𝑨 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 2023 ; 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅.

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December 2023

…But I'll have a blue, blue, blue, blue Christmas

The last cords of the song fade away as Eddie enters the loft kitchen. Chim is humming along to it, the sound nearly drowned out by the buzzing of the coffee maker. It's almost lunch time, but instead of food, the dining table holds a large brown paper bag. The logo on it isn't something Eddie recognizes—it's a pair of knitting needles, surrounded by some words in a squiggly font he can't read. 

He jerks his thumb at it in passing. "What's that?"

"It's a gift from a caller," Chim says, and that might be the most frightening thing Eddie has heard all week. Chim must read the shock on his face, because he quickly amends, "It's nothing edible. Don't worry. Catherine—you now, the nice lady we, uh, rescued last week—she knits. Or crochets? I don't know the difference, to be honest with you."

"Knitting is done with two needles," Buck says, shouldering past Eddie to get to the coffee maker first. Eddie watches the long, wide line of his back as he grabs a mug from the top shelf, then looks away when Buck steals the pot Chim was just making. "Crocheting only has one needle. And it’s not really a needle, it’s a hook. Also, you can build a machine that knits, but for some reason you can’t build a machine that crochets. It’s too complicated."

Chim frowns at him and steals the pot back. "How do you know that?"

"I went down a Wikipedia rabbit hole after I watched a documentary on fast fashion," Buck shrugs. "It's a pretty fascinating industry. And sad. And scary. Fast fashion kills. And it's destroying our planet. Anyway. What were you guys talking about?"

"We got gifts," Eddie says, pointing at the bag. "From last week's caller."

Buck raises his brow. "The elevator couple?"

"Gifts from a caller?" asks Hen, who just joined them as well. The kitchen isn't that big, so Eddie vacates it, moves over to the table to peek into the bag. "We should probably call Athena. Or poison control."

"Or the FBI," says Buck, with the same alarmed expression Eddie wore earlier. 

Chim shakes his head. "It's not brownies."

"It's sweaters." Eddie pulls the bag open further and is met by an explosion of colors—blue and green and red and yellow. "Christmas sweaters."

"Ugly Christmas sweaters?" Buck rushes closer, abandoning his coffee on the counter. 

Eddie pulls one of the sweaters out of the bag and Buck follows suit, and then Chim and Hen come closer too. Ravi and Bobby find them not long after. Soon the bag is empty and everybody is holding a sweater. They may be ugly—in the best way—and Eddie still can't tell if they're knit or crochet, but they're clearly well-made. The wool is soft and heavy in his hands, smooth when he trails his fingers over the band of bright green Christmas trees running across the chest of the sweater. Below that, a line of yellow gingerbread men dance along its circumference, followed by a row of snowflakes. 

"Way better than spiked brownies," Buck says, delighted. When Eddie looks up, he's already wearing his sweater. It's got the same pattern as Eddie's, just reversed—on his chest, the snowflakes come first. The sweater is a little tight around his shoulders, but that's just what clothes look like on Buck's ridiculous body. 

"Spiked brownies?" Ravi asks, eyes wide with alarm. 

Buck shrugs. "Long story."

"I don't know," Chim says, smirking down at his own sweater. "The brownies were kind of fun. They made Eddie cry."

"Fuck you," Eddie replies good-naturedly.

"Language," Bobby gets to say, once again. 

Eddie puts the sweater down just long enough to pull his LAFD hoodie over his head. In the process, his undershirt slips out of his belt, riding up and exposing a strip of his abdomen. It's a cool day, for LA anyway, and because Eddie grew up in the desert and considers himself a warm-weather-enjoyer, the ugly sweater could not have come at a better time. He pulls it over his head and tugs it down firmly, then runs a hand through his hair to fix it as the weighty woolen fabric settles around his body, cozy and warm. 

When he looks up again, hand still stuck in his hair, his eyes happen to find Buck's face, and—

And Buck is staring at him, at his stomach, at the strip of skin that is now hidden beneath rows and rows of colorful stitches spelling out Happy Holidays!!! across his midriff. Buck's lips are slightly parted, his cheeks rosy. 

Eddie swallows. There's that kernel of warmth again, buzzing in his gut. 

"Uh," he says intelligently, and Buck jerks like someone slapped him. When he meets Eddie's eyes, his cheeks turn even redder, which is confusing and weird and fascinating. 

"Uh," Buck responds. "You look good. I mean. The sweater looks good on you. I mean. The sweater looks good. It's a good sweater."

"Wow," Ravi says quietly into the ensuing silence. 

"Wow," Chim echoes. 

Then the bell rings.

Written for the @911countdowntochristmas - this was supposed to be 24 drabbles but the Buddie NDE speculation going around pre 8x08 inspired me and now it’s a 24-mini-chaptered fic instead. And definitely more hurt/comfort than fluff. Oops.

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