#prompt: christmas tree

[hummingbird-of-light]

Fluffcation ~ Prompt: Christmas Tree

[ate-the-wordsmith]

Halb Stuttgart scheint die letzten paar Stunden vor der Bescherung am Wintertraum am Schlossplatz verbringen zu wollen. "Organisieren wir uns etwas zu essen", schlägt Thorsten vor und ist auch schon im Getümmel verschwunden. Das nächste Mal, wenn sie gemeinsam auf irgendeinen Jahrmarkt oder ähnliches gehen, wird er Thorsten einen heliumgefüllten Ballon ums Handgelenk binden. Dann würde er ihn in den Massen dennoch wiederfinden.

Gut zehn Meter weiter, vor einem Stand mit Waffeln und Kartoffelpuffern, taucht ein Arm aus der Menschenmenge und winkt heftig. "Sebastian! Hierher! Komm!"

Oder: Der Weihnachtstag im Hause Bootz

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

Certainly Can't With That Attitude

Prompt Day 16: Tree | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: None | Tags: Established Relationship, Picking a Tree, Exasperated Steve Harrington, Button-Pusher Eddie Munson, Bantering, But It Is Love

"We can't get a twelve foot tree, we only have an eight foot ceiling!" Steve snaps, hands on his hips. "You cannot be serious. That's a ridiculous tree for a house. That thing belongs in some huge, echoey corporate office. Or maybe Rockefeller Center. I don't know. I just know it won't fit in our house. No, no, no. No way."

Eddie smirks, "Well, it certainly can't with that attitude."

Steve huffs in annoyance, and Eddie is more than used to that.

"Okay, smart guy, are you planning to cut off the top or the trunk, and just have it be nub on the floor?"

Eddie looks back up at the tall, full, lush tree. 

He's definitely not gonna butcher her. She's too pretty for that. She belongs somewhere she can be seen, adored. Maybe right here where she is, on the Christmas tree farm.

Eddie sighs.

"You know I'm not. She is a beauty though, ain't she?" Eddie asks.

"She is," Steve concedes, "and we'll find a pretty one that will actually fit in our living room."

"Fine, fine," Eddie says. And they will. But he really did fall in love with this tree.

They walk around the rest of the lot, and nothing is exactly what Eddie had in mind. Too skinny, too lopsided, too small. Seeing them not picking anything, the guy manning the place points beyond the rows of already cut trees, and offers Steve a saw. 

"What the hell am I supposed to do with that?" Steve asks, refusing to take the offered saw.

"Cut down your own, man, if you can't find anything you like in the pre-cuts," the kid says, not invested in the outcome of this at all.

Eddie just laughs. 

Not that he imagines Steve couldn't do it, in fact, he's sure that he can. But it's amusing to know how annoyed by this prospect he'll be.

"Well, that sounds fun!" Eddie shouts with delight.

If looks could kill, he'd be dead. For sure. No matter how much Steve loves him, which is undoubtedly a lot.

"Yeah, a blast," Steve says dryly, but he does finally take the saw, like he's resigned to this happening just to make Eddie happy. 

They walk into the trees, and Eddie turns to look at Steve, "Wonder why he gave you the saw and not me?"

Steve coughs up the hint of a grin that tells Eddie he's not nearly as annoyed as he wants to seem.

"Total mystery," Steve banters back and Eddie looks out at the trees. Checking out his many, many options. 

And then he sees it, the perfect tree, in the perfect size.

"That one," Eddie says, taking off at a run, as if they'll have to fight off people to get it. They won't. As far as Eddie can tell, they are the only two fools back here with a saw in hand. Everybody else was satisfied with choosing something already cut.

Steve doesn't question him, just squats down, bracing his leg out for leverage, and starts sawing the trunk of the tree. 

Eddie can't resist, he puts on his best high-pitched tree voice, "Ow! Stop! You're cutting me! That hurts!"

Steve stops and gives Eddie the look. Eddie loves the look. He yearns for the look. It looks like annoyance, but it's love, through and through. Eddie grins, holding up his hands in surrender to let Steve work in peace and quiet. As a small Christmas miracle.

Eddie watches him work the saw with ease, and sometimes Eddie forgets how strong Steve is. How athletic. Eddie couldn't ever just cut down a tree like that. He'd fall on his ass, cut off his fingers, or both.

It's not a huge tree, but it takes longer than Eddie had imagined. Finally, Steve says, "Okay. It's just about ready to go down. Don't let it fall on your head."

"So romantic," Eddie banters back, but steps behind Steve. He's not a hundred percent sure which way it's gonna fall, but he's fairly confident Steve's not gonna angle it towards his own body, so behind him seems like the safest bet.

The tree falls away from them, landing with a thud that is somewhat dampened by the branches.

"I hope it comes with a pet racoon or owl or something else cute living in it," Eddie comments, looking down at the mass of green.

Steve gives him a withering look, "I do not hope for that."

"You're no fun," Eddie says, but leans into Steve's side, just for a second, bumping his hip into Steve's. "Thanks for cutting it down. It's perfect."

"You say that now, we still have to get it on top of the damn car and get home with it."

Eddie laughs, but helps Steve carry it up to the front of the lot so they can pay for it.

The employees take it from them, and throw it on the shaker to knock off all the dead needles. 

It looks violent, with all the rattling the poor thing is going through.

"Man, our new raccoon friend is gonna be so dizzy after that ride," Eddie stage whispers, and Steve rolls his eyes, but can't totally hide the smile on his face from Eddie.

It's gonna be a pretty tree, bonus raccoon or not, and Eddie's definitely going to enjoy the tree even more since Steve cut it down with his own two hands. Just to make Eddie happy.

The workers finally take the tree off the shaker, wrapping it up nice and tight, before handing it back over, finally ready to go home. All theirs.

Steve gets the ratchet straps out of the trunk, and Eddie smiles. Eddie might tend to have a vision, but Steve has the practicality to make said visions actually work. A balance, a give and take.

A love.

"Okay," Steve says, taking the heavy end of the tree, "one, two, three..."

She's up.

And it's finally starting to look a lot like Christmas.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun! 🌲

[black-salt-cage]

Day #18 of our very own 25 Days of Stimmas! ⋆⁺₊❅⋆🎄₊❆⋆₊ Prompt: Favorite Christmas song / carol Answer: Carol of the Bells - Trans-Siberian Orchestra ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

[gregorovitch-adler]

La Valentía Desafiante

Gus was back home after yet another failed business meeting. He went to the living room and sank in the couch.

Max was in the bedroom, changing out of his formal clothes.

It seemed as though no matter how hard he and Max tried, they would never be able to convince any drug dealer in town about switching their product to meth from cocaine -- no matter how much potential meth had for the drug business. Least of all someone like Don Eladio.

What's more, Don Eladio and his minions had started to question Gus' relationship with Max.

None of those people had said anything directly to either of them, but Gus was not oblivious to the change in body language and the unspoken things left out of their conversations.

He was certainly not oblivious to the partly amused, partly disgusted looks those people would exchange among themselves every time Gus and Max decided to sit close together during the meetings. That was just one example among many.

Gus sighed in resignation and looked around himself in that dimly lit room.

His eyes fell on the Christmas tree by the fireplace, which he and Max had decorated together a few days ago. Gus could not help smiling at it despite his sour mood.

It was Christmas Eve today. Gus' gift for Max was kept safely in one of the drawers beneath the TV.

Although Gus had already planned a nice surprise for Max tomorrow—not just a gift, but also an elaborate date night—he still wanted to do more.

He was tired of being made to feel submissive, like he was beneath the people he would sometimes have important meetings with. He was tired of not being seen as an equal.

Gus did not want to be a passenger in the car on his own journey through life.

He looked down at the ring he used to wear on his right hand. It was given to Gus by his dad when he was a teenager.

The ring did not have much of a monetary value, but it had been passed down to him as a generational property.

It had a gray band with an artificial blue stone in the center.

Gus had an idea. He would give this ring to Max tomorrow when exchanging gifts with him.

He would give it to Max as a promise ring—a promise of marriage in the future, or at the very least, a promise of a lifetime of togetherness.

That would be his way to set his foot down and take back the driver's seat in his life.

What a perfect gift, both to Max and to himself!

Gus allowed a small smile to play across his lips, feeling very giddy all of a sudden.

Could it be Christmas Day already?

**

Prompts: Christmas tree and The Perfect Gift by @fluff-cember

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[mothmanthebreadwizard]

Cringetober day one Screenshot Redraw! I have literally been waiting all year for this!

I had this wonderful image from @forgotenflickr on the mind and decided I wanted to redraw it

Original image under the cut

[fanfics4all]

Christmas Tree

Request: Yes / No Fluffcember Day 24! 

Don’t be shy, request things! <3 Have a nice day/night

Negan x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 682

Warnings: Just sweet snowy fluff!

Song: The Hills by The Weekend

Prompt(s): Christmas Tree

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The air was crisp, and the scent of pine filled my nose as Negan and I walked through the woods, hand in hand. Snow covered the ground in patches, making it feel almost like we’d stumbled into some Hallmark movie set. Negan tightened his grip on my hand, shooting me a mischievous smile as we stepped over a fallen branch. 

“You still think we’re gonna find a decent tree out here?” He asked, scanning the area. I laughed, nudging him playfully. 

“If we don’t then at least we got a nice walk out of it, but come on, it’s Christmas! We can’t just skip the tree!” Negan chuckled, shaking his head. 

“Alright, alright, I’m with you. We’ll find the perfect tree if it takes all damn day.” His eyes softened as he looked at me. His usual bravado slipped away to reveal the man I knew best, the one who’d go along with my ideas just to see me happy. 

After a bit more wandering, we finally spotted it. A small pine tree, a little misshapened, but full of charm. Negan looked at me, waiting for approval and I grinned, nodding in excitement. 

“This is the one! It’s perfect!” I declared, running my fingers over the prickly branches. 

“Perfect, huh?” He tilted his head, giving the tree an appraising look. 

“A little rough around the edges, but yea, I see it.” He smirked, pulling out his hatchet. 

“Let’s bring it home, then.” He made quick work of cutting it down and we were soon hauling it back to the house. 

Inside was warm, with the soft glow of a few candles flickering on the windowsill. Setting the tree in an old stand we’d found, Negan stepped back, hands on his hips, and surveyed it proudly. 

“It’s no Rockefeller Center, but I’d say it’s pretty damn close.” He joked. I laughed, rolling my eyes as I dug through our box of mismatched decorations. The box was a collection of odds and ends we’d gathered over the years, some handmade ornaments, a few old baubles we’d managed to salvage, and a string of lights that miraculously still worked. 

As we started handing the decorations, Negan surprised me by reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, crumpled bundle of tinsel he must have found somewhere. 

“For some extra holiday flair, you’re always going on about.” He said with a wink, draping it messily over the branches. I stepped back, laughing at the way it looked all clumped up and tangled, but somehow it added an extra bit of charm. 

“You really outdid yourself there.” I teased, grabbing a few more ornaments. 

“Oh, I know.” He grinned, handing a little clay star near the top of the tree. 

“I kind of got an eye for this shit.”

We worked in comfortable silence for a while. Carefully arrange each ornament until every branch has something on it. I’d catch him looking at me every so often, his expression soft and content. It made my heart ache in the best way. There was something so rare and special about moments like this with him. 

Finally, I stepped back to admire our work. I felt a pang of nostalgia as I looked over the quirky tree. 

“It’s perfect.” I whispered, more to myself than anything. Negan moved to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my head. 

“Yeah.” He said quietly. His voice was full of something deeper than his usual humor. 

“It really is.” 

We stayed like that for a while, just the two of us and our little tree, the flickering lights casting a soft glow around the room. Outside, the snow started to fall again, coating the ground in a nice fresh layer of white. Negan pressed a gentle kiss to my temple. 

“Merry Christmas, babe.” He whispered, his voice full of warmth. I turned in his arms, wrapping mine around his neck. 

“Merry Christmas, my love.” I whispered back, leaning up to kiss him. Everything felt exactly as it should be. It felt almost normal again.

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[nyoxt]

🎄 Ram in an ugly Christmas sweater!

Oh look a Crifmas tree!

or is it №1 Christmas disliker?! idk!

Merman Chrysler to those who celebrate!

[dont-blame-me-she-made-me-crazy]

WRITING PROMPT- "There is tinsel. Everywhere."

The fire crackled, its heat spreading through me. I pulled in the tree Anna had picked. At 5 foot, it was a mere 6” shorter than me. Anna, my girlfriend, towered over me, and her long brown hair only complemented her height. Man, I loved playing with that hair. Anyway, I dragged the tree through the door, into the cozy, if not a tad cramped, livingroom. Two plash armchairs stood to attention, two boxes atop them. One contained tinsel, the other filled with various Christmas deco. From gonks, to stars, to those weird nutcracker things I was always scared of as a kid.

I propped the tree up onto its sand, and I felt Annas arms around my waist. She buried her head in my shoulder, her perfume all I could smell.”So, we gonna decorate it?” She asked, her breath on my neck.

“Yeah. Only, the tree is in my hair-” I exclaimed, the woody scent filling my nostrals. I shook my head, dislodging some of the pine needles wrapped in my hair. Anna chuckled, leant forward, and picked a few out. Her long, piano playing fingers sending shivers across my scalp. “If you will crawl through the branches to put the baubles on…” She smirked, and butterflies tango’ed in my stomach. “I- well-“ I stuttered, a grin spreading across my face. “C’mon, theres still tinsel to decorate with. And the star to go up.” Anna said, her face shining. She was the Christmassy one in our relationship, I was the Scrooge. Bah. Hum. Bug. “Alright, alright, fine. Where do you want the tins-” As I spoke, I lifted the big cardboard box off the armchair, and one of our cats, Smudge, darted behind me. I scrambled, trying not to drop the box on my cat. I failed. I dragged Anna down attempting to keep my balance, and we ended up in a pile of limbs, tinsel, and a stray cat. Anna started to laugh again, and the sound filled my head. She turned to me, her blond hair strewn across her face. I pulled her as close as I could, and she wrapped her arms around my waist once more.”There is tinsel. *everywhere*.” I giggled, and Anna brushed her lips against mine. Fireworks danced behind my eyes, and I kissed her again.  The mess of the room disappeared, and I lay in my lovers arms, tinsel tangling us together.

[all-fandoms-christmas-festival]

sweet dreams of holly and ribbon | mistakes are forgiven | and everything is icy and blue | and you would be there, too

The prompt for Monday, December 16 is "Christmas Tree Farm!" Is your favorite found family picking out their own Christmas tree togther? Are they sipping flowing cider, or is this just an opportunity to draw someone bundled up in their mittens and coats? Maybe instead the focus is on the characters finding someone whose presence just takes them back to their nostalgic childhood home?

And for our visual creators, don't forget to look to the color palette for inspiration if desired; your work doesn't have to match with the song at all as long as you stick with the color palette and, as with all works for this event, keep it Christmas themed!

(Feel like this prompt isn't working for you? the last six songs on our playlist are bonus prompts!)

this song • event playlist • all prompts

[afloofwithmultipleinterests]

Haaaaven't been working on anything at all! :3 nope, nuffin..... well, if anyone's interested! this prompts list shall be waiting here for late november and december~

[xponentialdesign]

Generative night time Mediterranean coast

[slippedtheknot]

Whumpmas: Day "Five"

Christmas tree + drugging + flashbacks

"Oh Whuuumpee!" Caretaker walked into Whumpee's room with grocery bags hanging off her arms. "Are you ready to decorate the Christmas tree??"

"Yes!" Whumpee slammed his book closed and shot up from his seat. After hearing stories about Christmas trees and seeing pictures, Whumpee was ready.

"So," Caretaker smacked her hands together and turned to Whumpee once they were in the living room. "I've already put it up, cause that's the boring part, but so is lights, so you can tell me which colors to put on and I'll do it. I've prepared some hot chocolate, and we'll drink some while we decorate the tree."

"Oh, ma'am, you don't have to do that. I can put lights up." Whumpee pushed his sweater sleeves up to prepare.

"No no...it's fine. I want you to have fun today, and the lights, garland, star, and skirt on the tree isn't really fun. Well, maybe the star, but everything else is boring." Caretaker put her bags down next to her red and green Christmas decor boxes. She popped open one lid, and held up colored and yellow lights. "Which one?"

"Um...yellow?"

Caretaker strung the lights to the top, and reached into the box to find some garland. "Beads or fluffy garland?"

Whumpee reached out a hand to feel the tassels, and then felt the wooden garland. "Is the fluffy garland okay?"

"Yes it will look wonderful!" She was done with the garland; looking deep into the box.

"Feel like I'm forgetting something...." Caretaker muttered. "Oh! The hot coco!"

Whumpee stared into his cup once brought to him. Did Whumper use hot coco to drug him? Whumpee remembers the drink being hot...Was it around Christmas too? Caretaker would never do that to Whumpee, but then again Whumper seemed pretty innocent at the time too.

"Whumpee?" Caretaker's broke through his running thoughts. "Are you alright?"

"No," Whumpee softly whispered.

[black-salt-cage]

Day #2 of our very own 25 Days of Stimmas! ⋆⁺₊❅⋆🎄₊❆⋆₊ Prompt: Christmas trees / ornaments ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

[smitukey]

Here are the pieces I made for #FrostyandFestive2024! I really loved these prompts and what I ended up creating.

you can find these patters on my redbubble and zazzle

[seaside-writings]

I hope this prompt list brings you inspiration wherever it is needed, and like always if you do use these prompts please tag me so I can see what you’ve made!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays: Celia ❤💚❄⛄🎄

🎄 "You're here where you should be,"

🎄 "Don't mean a thing if you ain't holding me tight,"

🎄 "It just wasn't the same, alone on Christmas day,"

🎄 "A love that's meant for me,"

🎄 "Tonight, I'm gonna hold you close, make sure that you know I was lost before you,"

🎄 "Snow is falling as the carolers sing,"

🎄 "Presents, what a beautiful sight,"

🎄 "But then, one day, everything changed,"

🎄 "I found what I was looking for,"

🎄 "'Cause you are near, and everything's clear,"

🎄 "Knocked me right off my feet,"

🎄 "And this year, I will fall, with no worries at all,"

🎄 "A heart that's mine completely,"

🎄 "Christmas was cold and grey,"

🎄 "You're all that I need underneath the tree tonight,"