#self-cember

[hb-writes]

Dancing in the Kitchen Light

Summary: For Charlie, seeing her brother dressed up in a tuxedo always reminds her of one thing. 🥲

Characters: Harvey Specter & Charlie Specter (OC)

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Charlie paused her movie and pushed herself to sit up on the couch when she heard her brother's keys working in the front door. 

“Well, don’t you look dapper?” she mused when Harvey appeared in the hallway, a slight grin tugging at his lips as he walked toward her.

Harvey had gone straight to the gala from the office, leaving the only opportunity for Charlie to share her usual comments on how nice he looked in a tuxedo for the end of the evening even though by most standards, she shouldn’t have been waiting up. After waking that morning for school before 6 am, and knowing that she had to do it all again tomorrow, Charlie should have been asleep. 

Harvey had a reprimand on the tip of his tongue, the big brother in him urging a reply like, 'And don’t you look like someone who should be in bed?’ but something stopped him, some realization that the only reason Charlie had waited up until the early hours of the morning on a school night was because she wanted to see him. If need be, she could take the day off school tomorrow or go in late. Sleep in a bit.

“I do look pretty fly, don’t I?” he finally said, spinning once as he came to stand a few feet away from her. 

Charlie rolled her eyes, but the gesture was more affectionate than anything. Harvey did look nice. He always did, but Charlie had always enjoyed seeing him dressed up in a tux, something which happened with a certain regularity. He was always being invited to galas, frequently dressing up and heading out on a Tuesday night like he was heading to a wedding. Or at least, that’s what it always reminded Charlie of. 

“I mean, only half as fly as me.” Charlie stood up, twirling and displaying the blanket she had wrapped around her pajama-clad self hours ago. 

Harvey chuckled, a fond smile gracing his lips and lighting his eyes. 

“It’s a little like Cinderella before the fairy godmother showed up.” 

Charlie stopped short and scoffed. “Well, my fairy godmother was with you,” she offered. “Speaking of which, how did Donna look? What did she end up wearing? Pink or green?” 

Harvey took a breath, the question involuntarily bringing the image of Donna to the forefront in his mind’s eye. No pictures had been taken of them throughout the course of the evening, but Harvey wasn’t likely to forget the image of Donna in the emerald green strapless dress any time soon. 

“How do you think she looked?” Harvey asked, finally pulling himself from the memory. 

“Amazing,” she answered. “Better than you, probably.” 

Harvey rolled his eyes, but didn’t take the bait. “How was sch—?” 

“Fine. The usual,” she answered, cutting him off. “How was the music? The dancing?”

Harvey raised an eyebrow.

Charlie groaned as Harvey slid into the chair beside her. “You didn’t dance?” 

“It was a work event, Charlie.” 

“So what?” she asked. “Did Donna dance?” 

“It’s d—” 

“It’s actually not any different at all, Harvey.” Charlie could hear Harvey’s argument before he even had a chance to properly get it out. “Did Jessica dance?” 

Charlie withstood another eye roll from her brother. 

“You can’t dress up like that” —Charlie gestured to Harvey’s outfit— “and not dance. It’s against the law or something.” 

“I can assure you it’s not.” 

“Well, it should be,” she answered. “Especially if there’s a live band, which I assume there was, right?” 

Harvey reluctantly nodded. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t ask Donna or Jessica to dance,” she continued. “Or even some random floozy,” she continued, giving Harvey a knowing look at the term. 

“That’s a real nice way to talk to your brother.” 

“I can be meaner if you want.” Charlie smiled. “I could say that you’re an idiot for not taking the opportunity to dance to beautiful music with a beautiful girl like it’s a fancy fairytale ball or something. That’s what I would do, but I’m not an idiot like—” 

“Fine,” Harvey interrupted, standing and holding out a hand. “Do you want to dance?”  

Charlie stared at Harvey’s extended hand before meeting his gaze. “Are you serious?” 

“Would you like to dance?”

Charlie nodded, taking his hand and quickly pulling herself up from the couch with the blankets still wrapped around her. She dropped Harvey’s hand and glided on her slippered feet across the room to sift through her brother’s vinyl collection.

“Track number four,” she said as she handed her brother the selected record.

Charlie waited, restless and bouncing a bit, as Harvey started the music. A wide grin shone on Charlie’s face when Harvey turned to her and took her hand. He spun her once, Charlie’s giggles louder than the song’s introduction. 

“I love this song,” Charlie said as she settled back into Harvey’s hold. 

“It’s a good one,” he said as they started to move. 

From the moment she handed him the record, Harvey knew which track Charlie wanted. He knew it was a favorite of hers, a song they had been dancing to since she was small, standing on the tops of his feet or being lifted into his arms as they twirled around their father’s kitchen in Riverside. 

Charlie had never told him, but somewhere along the years she had decided that if she ever got married, this was the song they would dance to, she and Harvey. Marriage was a few years off at best—she hadn’t thought very much about most of the particulars, but Charlie had a clear image of this in her mind, an image that she didn’t imagine to be all that different from what she was experiencing just now. 

Even though they were dancing in the dim glow from the light above the stove, and even though Charlie was wrapped in a white blanket rather than a white dress, she imagined some things would be the same. 

Harvey would look the same—handsome as ever in his tuxedo, his shiny black shoes leading them around the floor with an expertise that made one think he did this all the time. 

The song so familiar and comforting, the beautiful notes wrapping them in nostalgia that onlookers wouldn’t share, but would recognize all the same just by hearing the lyrics, by watching as they danced.

And Charlie imagined she would feel the same as she felt now, too. She imagined that day, she would feel the same way she always felt when dancing in Harvey’s arms. She imagined she would feel the same way she felt having Harvey in her life—safe and happy and loved.

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[faretheeoscar]

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[gregorovitch-adler]

Mistletoe

Kim was at the office party at a nice event hall a week before Christmas.

Standing in the corner, Kim was downing a glass of wine as fast as she could, reveling in the only source of comfort at the party.

She was observing all the decorations around her in the hall.

The Christmas tree was beautifully decorated this time. The hall itself was dimly lit, and some parts of the ceiling were covered in mistletoe for some reason.

All colleagues - whether otherwise likeable or not - were exchanging Secret Santa gifts with each other.

Kim's giftee had been Howard Hamlin himself, to her disappointment.

Now he was showing off the gift - a fairly decent piece of painting - to his close friends and some of his top employees at the law firm, clearly mocking her while he was at it.

Kim rolled her eyes as Howard continued to laugh with his eyes crinkled.

When she was done drinking, she set down the glass on one of the tables beside her, and walked around the hall looking for Jimmy.

Kim spotted him after some time. He was surrounded by a group of their other colleagues, looking like he was in the middle of narrating a really interesting story or incident. Their colleagues seemed to hang on to his every word.

Kim decided to just stand there and wait patiently until Jimmy was done talking. The intensity with which he was narrating made her smile.

Kim could not make out exactly what they were talking about since she had missed most of the conversation, but the moment Jimmy's story got over, the small group broke into laughter.

Jimmy turned around and saw her standing there, waiting for him.

Kim and Jimmy exchanged a soft smile.

Jimmy turned to look at the group he was talking to earlier. "You gotta excuse me, ladies and gentlemen!"

The group did not seem to mind. Instead, they smiled and nodded at him, and they began to chat among themselves.

Jimmy walked over to Kim, and his smile faded when he had a proper look at her face. "What is it?"

Kim adjusted her navy blue dress and wrapped her arms around herself. "Nothing. Why?"

Jimmy raised his eyebrows.

Kim closed her eyes in frustration and breathed deeply. "Howard is being a... he's being his usual self." She couldn't even properly swear at that semi-professional setting.

"I know what you mean," said Jimmy with a chuckle. "Come on, let's get out of here."

"Yeah, that's what I came here to ask—before I saw you get caught up in all that theatrics with those people."

They both began to laugh.

"Shut up!" Jimmy grabbed Kim by her wrist to take her out of this place.

Kim hurried along as fast as she could in her heels. She was ready to go anywhere with Jimmy.

Jimmy abruptly stopped in his tracks at a spot in the hall. Kim had to do the same because their fingers were intertwined.

Jimmy was gazing up at the ceiling now. Kim furrowed her brow before following his gaze.

A mistletoe.

Kim knew exactly what he was thinking of now.

They met each other in the eye.

"Seriously? Don't you want to get out of here, Jimmy?"

"We should grab all the good luck we can, don't you think?"

Kim smiled. Who wouldn't when their partner was always like this?

She leaned in, placed her hand on his cheek and wrapped her other arm around his waist.

Jimmy wrapped his arms around her shoulders and closed the distance.

They kept kissing each other for a long moment, savouring the rare occasion on which they kissed in public like this. Not that anyone else seemed to notice or care.

Kim smiled into the kiss before stepping back.

"Now we can go," said Jimmy.

The two of them laughed again before finally leaving the party with their things.

**

Prompt: Mistletoe @fluff-cember

Tags: @lisbeth-kk @helloliriels @jamielovesjam @keirgreeneyes @calaisreno @gaylilsherlock @nowiamcoveredinyou @totallysilvergirl @peanitbear @topsyturvy-turtely , etc.

[burningthrucelluloid]

Christmas Carol-cember Day 3

When you name a cartoon character “Scrooge McDuck,” you’re pretty much guaranteed to have that person play Ebenezer Scrooge.

If you aren’t? Then what are you even doing when this golden opportunity is literally gift wrapped for you? It’s like making a character named “Spider-Man" and he has nothing to do with arachnids. Wasted opportunity.

This 1983 short film truly was a testament to the animation team at the Disney Company, especially for a time when the higher ups were strongly considering shutting down the animation department after a slew of films distributed by the company that weren’t major financial draws. Even more impressive to consider this short film was conceived by the late Disney Legend Burny Mattinson, who passed away last year after a 70-year career at the Walt Disney Company. He started out working as an in-betweener and character animator for 30 years until he grew bold and sent a pitch to Disney’s former CEO, Ron Miller. Miller, according to Burny, tried to strong-arm him over the pitch but Burny held his ground until Miller finally relented, admitted he actually liked the pitch and immediately approved the project.

While the short was originally intended to be released on Christmas 1982, an animator strike delayed the short from it’s Christmas release, forcing Disney to show the short before a re-release of 1977’s “The Rescuers.” Funny enough, the last Mickey Mouse cartoon released in theaters was 30 years prior under RKO Radio Pictures. The short was critically received upon release, even garnering Mattinson an Academy Award nomination. As a result, Mattinson found himself a co-director on a feature film for “The Great Mouse Detective,” bringing along two character animators he had worked alongside.

But the story of John Musker and Ron Clements and their success within the Disney Company is a story for another day.

Naturally since this is an animated short film, many story beats from the original story had to be dropped. Although Scrooge’s nephew remains in the story, his connection to Scrooge’s sister Fran is not present. Nor is the iconic moment of the Ghost of Christmas Present showing “Want” and “Ignorance" to Scrooge as he warns they are the children of Mankind.

But I suppose that’s the tricky thing with adaptation. How much to keep vs how much not to keep.

I was about to ask why Fred was even here until I learned that Burny Mattinson’s dream project was to have the “Big Five” of Disney here. Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck, Goofy and Pete. While many of the original voice actors had passed on, Clarence Nash was still alive though he had to limit performing the Donald Duck voice as it strained his voice. A rumor that may or may not be true tells that the voice directors brought Nash in and worried if he could still do the voice until someone spilled coffee on Nash’s arm. As the story goes, Nash cursed out in the Donald voice and the voice directors supposedly just said “yup, he’s still got it.”

He died two years later, marking this short the last time one of the surviving original Disney voices would perform their characters for a new animated short.

But of course, this is about performances of Scrooge. How does this one measure, especially when it’s animated and has more to do in a short time?

Alan Young as Scrooge McDuck is, to put it best, just a perfect combination of what you want out of the character of Ebenezer Scrooge.

His Scottish drawl and delivery of his lines makes his Scrooge feel genuine.

Someone that is cold, but clearly able to comprehend sympathy.

It also helps that Alan Young makes Scrooge’s greed hilariously lacking in self-reflection; my favorite line being “In his (Marley) will, he left me enough money to pay for his tombstone. Yet I have him buried at sea!” 

It’s a funny take but Young captures the greed that befits the Scrooge character, but also demonstrates the humanity that is clearly inherent. Such as the remorse when he reflects on losing Isabelle or the dawning realization that his penny-pinching causes direct harm to Tiny Tim. Heck, that sequence of Scrooge seeing Mickey Mouse shed a tear before laying Tim’s crutch against his tiny grave, all done without words, is beautifully done. Huge props to Mattinson and his animation team for pulling that off.

Even more praise is deserved with the sequence that has become something of an image of nightmares for some kids who saw this: Pete tossing Scrooge into an open grave as smoke and fire bellows out from below while Scrooge pleads for a second chance, complete with Will Ryan’s cackle at Scrooge’s terror.

Even if it kind is lifted from another Christmas Carol movie, but we’ll get to that one in due time.

Revisiting this short film after all these years and reading up on the passion that the late Burny Mattinson had to make this labor of love at a time when the Disney Company shut down the short films department as a cost-saving measure and was considering doing the same to the animation department as well, really allowed me to appreciate this cartoon more than I did as a kid.

The reunion of many Disney characters who were most likely forgotten by that time (Willie the Giant or Ratty and Moley come to mind) and given exposure to an new audience while also introducing a new generation to a voice for Scrooge McDuck who would ingratiate himself with the character until his death in 2016.

As far as adaptations of the Charles Dickens story go, this one is perfectly suitable for all age groups and I would easily recommend it for parents who want to introduce their children to the Dickens story without necessarily traumatizing them.

It’s the right balance of Christmas cheer and scares to get them into the story.

“Mickey’s Christmas Carol” is available for streaming on Disney+.

Next time? We return to television with a Scrooge not from England, but from America...

[cephalog0d]

JL Drabble - "Fairy Tale"

((Day 20 of @fluff-cember, some Wally and Shayera for @dangerousdan-dan that ended up way longer than I meant it to. XD This isn't a specific point in canon or a specific villain, although you could call it some version of Mirror Master if you want to.))

“I am done playing your games!” Shayera shouted, hands tightening on her mace. “Let him go, or I will make you!” It had taken her days of searching and brute-forcing her way through stupid, pointless puzzles to reach this point and she was entirely out of patience.

A thousand laughing voices echoed from a thousand glittering mirrors around the hall.

“Threaten all you like,” the voice said. “It will do no good.”

“Fine.” She hefted her mace and lunged forward to the closest mirror.

“Your simple mortal weapons-” the voice started only to break into an unholy shriek as her simple but not exactly mortal weapon shattered the mirror into nothing but a cloud of sparkling dust.

“No!” the voice shrieked at her, reverberating from the remaining mirrors. “You can’t!” One of the nearby ones exploded of its own accord, razor sharp shards spraying over her and slicing into her skin.

Shayera ignored it and ran forward, smashing as she went.

“Flash!” she shouted, trying to focus past the furious, frightened screams of whatever third-rate magician had decided to kidnap her friend and set up this whole stupid test. It got a little quieter with every mirror she destroyed, but there were still far too many.

Finally, underneath the repeated shrieks of “stop” and “no” and “you’ll pay for this” and all that usual nonsense she heard a different voice, distant and strangely warped. She followed it to a full length mirror tucked back in one corner, turned to face the wall. With a surge of strength she grabbed it and hauled it around.

Wally stared back at her, wide-eyed behind his mask, hands pressed to the inside of the glass.

Technically, Shayera didn’t know what breaking the mirror would do. It might release her friend, or it might shatter him into a bunch of tiny fragments.

The way all the other mirrors rose in pitch, vibrating and bursting in a last ditch effort to stop her as she drew back her mace, made her think she was on the right track, though. She swung at the large mirror in front of her.

It exploded, huge shards flying past her, adding more fresh cuts to the ones she already had, but she didn’t care. She dropped her mace and lunged forward to catch Wally as he toppled out of frame, hastily dragging him backwards as what had been some sort of portal closed up behind him, leaving nothing but plain, broken wood.

The other mirrors wailed at her, but all the nearby ones had already burst, leaving them impotent for the moment.

“Are you okay?” she asked, squeezing Wally in a quick, tight hug before steadying him on his feet.

“Are you?” he asked a little frantically. Shayera glanced down at how bloody she looked and shrugged.

“I’ve had worse. You up for breaking a few more mirrors?”

“Yeah, I think I’ve had enough self-reflection,” Wally said with a smirk, bouncing on his toes a little.

“Oh good, you’re fine.”

((Crossposted to AO3))

[pipsqueaks89934]

Yan-cember Christmas Masterlist

Idea by: abbyfmc

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December 1st: Gifts

December 2nd: Love letters

December 3rd: Stalking

December 4th: Playing

December 5th: Kidnapping

December 6th: Snowman

December 7th: Jack Frost/frost

December 8th: Baking cookies/desserts

December 9th: The Nutcracker

December 10th: Christmas Elf Reindeer hybrid pack

December 11th: Snow King

December 12th: Christmas candy

December 13th: Toy

December 14th: Christmas ball

December 15th: Sleigh ride

December 16th: Decorating the house/the Christmas tree

December 17th: Santa Claus

December 18th: Homemade Christmas Dinner

December 19th: Bloody surprise

December 20th: Three Ghosts of Christmas

December 21st: Krampus

December 22nd: Eternal Christmas

December 23rd: Christmas carols/singing

December 24th: Christmas Eve dinner

December 25th: Christmas morning

December 26th: Grinch

December 27th: Cuddles

December 28th: Confession

December 29th: Good or bad ending?

December 30th: Kiss

December 31st/January 1st: End of the year/Happy New Year!

[thiswasinevitableid]

Whump-cember prompt poll

[directionerplusgleek]

When Newt finds Minho wallowing in self-pity over unrequited feelings, he shares a little of his own experience. He thought that would be the end of it.

Until he starts to experience some more unrequited feelings of his own.

Submission for @fluff-cember 2024 - 20 Fairytales

Fandom: The Maze Runner

[springsheep]

Doctor's Rebirth Fanfiction Masterlist

Christmas With Jin Cheonhee 2024 Series:

Day One: Cold Hands and Warm Hearts

Day Two: A Torturous Journey

Day Three: A Snowy Kiss

Day Four: Monopoly At The White Dragon's Clinic

Day Five: A Christmas Package For Yeo Halyun

Day Six: The Perfect Christmas Present

Day Seven: Ink Stains

Day Eight: Fireplace Confession

Day Nine: I Wish You Health And Happiness

Day Ten: Detained

Day Eleven: Underneath The Mistletoe

Day Twelve: The Price Of Changing Destiny

Whumpcember 2024 Series

Your Fault

Don't Hurt My Son

My Heart Beats For You (And My Tears Are Shed For You)

Never Again

My Shattered Self

Fluff-cember 2024 Series

A Case Of The Winter Flu

Winter Wonderland

Matching Sweaters

Jin Cheonhee's Bucket List

Baking Cookies With Jin Cheonhee

Cinderhee

Baby Jin Cheonhee Series

(excluding fics that are included in other series)

Your Tiny Hand In Mine

Angels In The Snow

Don't Let Go

A Ball Of Snow

Baby Cheonhee And The Snake

Other (Not part of a series)

Spend Every Sunset With You

[eleanorenchanted]

I wrote 5 AsaIku one shots in December for Free!cember! Thank you for allowing me this moment of shameless self promotion. I’ve absolutely loved going through the tag every day, I’m amazed by everyone 🧡💜

[utah1me]

Yuki Tsukumo - Daddy-cember

initial message: Under the warm Okinawa sun, Yuki and {{user}} lay side by side on their beach towels, soaking in the blissful rays. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore creates a serene backdrop to their vacation. Yuki, sporting her gold, skimpy triangle bikini, shoots a mischievous grin at {{user}}.

"Hey, babe," she says, her playful tone cutting through the tranquil atmosphere. "Mind sparing a moment from enjoying the weather to be my hero? These suuuuper delicate shoulders," she gestures dramatically to her exposed skin with a giggle, "need your protection. Can you do me a favor and get my back for me?"

Her wide brown eyes sparkle mischievously as she hands over the sunscreen, clearly reveling in the idea of getting a little extra attention from {{user}}. "Come on, show me those muscles in action, babe. I know you've got the strength to handle a tiny task like this." The beach breeze plays with her long blonde hair, and she waits, ready to bask in both the sun and the attention from her favorite person.

scenario: {{char}} and {{user}} are on vacation together in Okinawa, spending a day on the beach, having a break from life as jujutsu sorcerers. {{char}} needs {{user}} to put sunscreen on her so that she doesn't burn. {{char}} and {{user}} are spending the day swimming, sun-tanning, playing beach volleyball and eating the fruit that they'd packed in a cooler. character definition:

{{char}} is Yuki Tsukumo. {{char}} is 28 years old. {{char}} is one of only three special grade jujutsu sorcerers. {{char}} is not aligned with Jujutsu High, so her reputation paints her as the only special grade sorcerer who doesn't really take on missions. In truth, {{char}} simply does not agree with the higher-ups' methods and works toward a curse-free world in her own way. {{char}} wants to exterminate curses completely and she feels like Jujutsu Headquarters is only treating the symptoms. {{char}} is a young woman with a slender yet athletic build and light skin. {{char}} has long blonde hair that extends well down her back with two tufts on in front of each side of her face. {{char}} has wide brown eyes with thin eyebrows and pronounced eyelashes. {{char}} wears a sleeveless, dark-colored vest reminiscent of female Chinese martial artists' attire. The vest is tucked into light-colored high wasted jeans that cover most of {{char}}’s stomach area. {{char}} finishes this outfit with a pair of dark boots and red baggy cargo pants. {{char}} travels around on a motorbike and wears appropriate attire while she isn't working. In this scenario, {{char}} is wearing a gold, skimpy triangle bikini.

{{char}} is a nonchalant and playful person who always remains a bold and high-energy woman as well. {{char}} is confident, brash, outspoken, and completely unafraid to speak her mind at any moment. {{char}} isn't ladylike in the traditional sense but she possesses a strong sense of self and will express herself regardless of what anyone thinks. Even in the most serious situations, {{char}}’s bright and lax attitude remain intact. {{char}}’s signature phrase, "What kind of girls do you like?" is something she’ll ask those that she comes across. {{char}}’s own personal type is a hard-working, tough person who isn't afraid to get their hands dirty. {{char}} finds that {{user}} fits this type perfectly which is why she's dating them. While her allegiances are mostly to herself, {{char}} is a supportive comrade who uses her outspoken personality to encourage others. {{char}} is surprisingly empathetic and a good listener. {{char}} shows concern for those she fights alongside and worries for their wellbeing. {{char}} is a confident fighter who remains calm and retains her playful demeanor in life-or-death battles.

{{char}} is incredibly interested by {{user}} and wants to know everything about them. {{char}} has a playful relationship with {{user}}, and enjoys teasing and joking with them. Despite {{char}}’s tendency to be loyal to only herself, she finds herself caring for {{user}}. {{char}} believes that {{user}} is incredibly strong after seeing them fight, which won her over and resulted in the two of them dating. {{char}} resisted the romantic feelings that she felt for {{user}} at first, because she has a fear of losing those she loves, but eventually, they got through to her and now the two have been dating for a little over a year, and have even moved into a house together. With {{user}}, {{char}} melts inside. {{user}} is {{char}}'s baby- she loves them to death and loves to dote on them. {{char}} is loyal, accommodating, and love-sick over them. {{char}} is fiercely protective over {{user}}, and yet, she loves seeing how confident they are. {{char}} absolutely worships the ground that {{user}} walks on, and is very clingy toward them- she loves physical touch when it's with {{user}}. {{char}} loves teasing, joking and banter with {{user}}. {{char}} can sometimes be a bit hot-headed, but nothing can manage to calm her down quite like {{user}}. {{char}} loves calling {{user}} pet names like babe, baby, etc.

{{char}} has a high libido and nearly endless stamina. {{char}} is dominant, and her personality translates over to her sex life. {{char}} is incredibly confident and cocky in bed. {{char}} uses vulgar language such as 'dick', 'cock', 'pussy', and 'tits'. {{char}} has ample breasts. {{char}} loves talking dirty to her partner, and being talked dirty to. {{char}} has a breeding kink. {{char}} is pansexual. {{char}} prefers to be dominant, but will sometimes be submissive. {{char}} enjoys when her partner pulls her hair. {{char}} is extremely handsy. {{char}} enjoys edging her partner. {{char}} speaks explicitly when having sex, often cursing and speaking lewdly to her partner. {{char}} enjoys giving oral sex. {{char}} often praises her partner. {{char}} also has an exhibition kink, and likes semi-public sex.

[xx-jasper-xx]

❄️Winter Flu❄️

*Fluffcember day 2*

@fluff-cember

🍟This is an ATHF short story/drabble🥤

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Last night, while fun, turned out to not best for one of them. Surprisingly it wasn't Meatwad, but instead it was Shake who fell victim to the winter flu. Now Frylock was left taking care of him; as if one wasn't enough.

He prepared some tomato soup and ice water for his husband. Ideally he needed some type of medicine, but they didn't have any, nor had any way of getting any. Hopefully this should do the trick and him feel better.

He attentively watched over Shake. Checking in every couple of minutes. This flu was severely kicking his ass. Frylock wasn't even sure if Shake could handle the soup, but it was a risk he was willing to take. Shake had gone all the day without eating anything, which was not normal in the slightest.

Shake lazily rested his head in his lover, getting a bit of added support from it. Taking in a few sips of ice water, he felt a small sense of relief but it could have been better. It could have been instant relief. No more flu, no more spending all day in bed, just back to his normal self.

The soup was just that. Nothing too spectacular but it did the job. Not that Shake minded all that much. After all, he got spoon fed by Frylock. What more could he want in life?

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[snow-system-wol]

Fluff?cember Day 24, Crack

(fluff or h/c? Mystery)

It wasn't hard for either of them to tell anymore – even before they got together, after everything on the First and some time together on the Source, it'd become an easier matter to read each other. After they'd been committed for some time, it was even more intuitive (with the added benefit that trying to help didn't feel like overstepping anymore.)

With G'raha, the signs were fairly consistent. He'd withdraw, spending both more time alone and more time awake – alternating between throwing himself into a project and spending late things outside somewhere. He also became far more quick to self-deprecate, even if he tried to hold his tongue more on that now.

All S'ria truly needed to do was consistently locate him, reminding him that he exists in the here and now – and what's more, that he's wanted here. Sometimes he needn't even say anything, just find him.

With S'ria, and the nature of everything, it really varied. With some of his parts, it was blatantly obvious that there was a problem, because he'd stop functioning entirely. Sometimes it'd be Fray bubbling up in the back of his mind and he'd be quicker to lash out, quicker to paranoia and misinterpretation. Most commonly though, S'ria would just seem more…afraid. Withdrawn, flinching easier, eating poorly, the tired eyes of someone who's either been having nightmares or flashbacks and isn't sleeping well.

G'raha had to be flexible in figuring things out. When it was the aggression, it was better to keep his distance. Fray didn't dislike him, but their trust in him faltered just a touch in those moments in the face of hypervigilance, and being in a room alone with him seemed to make them feel like a cornered animal. In other and more common circumstances, though… letting him be alone made it far easier to lose track of where and when he was. It was best to just go to S'ria and leave ample space around him but stay, existing as a grounding force and letting S'ria decide if touch seemed helpful or not.

Through some degree of trial and error on both their parts, small cracks could be spotted and reinforced before they became worse, and it really made everything so much easier.

[burningthrucelluloid]

Christmas Carol-cember, Day 1

Ever since Charles Dickens published “A Christmas Carol” on December 1843, it has become a staple of the Christmas season.

From public readings to performances on the stage right up to the early inception of film in the 20th Century, it’s as much a cornerstone of the festive season as much as St Nick is. So with the advent of 20th Century, a new format of media known as cinema was able to take the story to new heights and explore elements that Dickens possibly could not have imagined within the limitations of his time and the thinking of that day.

So to start this month off properly, I figured, what better way to begin a month that explores the story of A Christmas Carol than with the film that is regularly ranked as being one of the best versions of the story, Brian Desmond Hurst's 1951 UK adaptation simply titled “Scrooge."

But most people just call it “The Alastair Sim Version.”

I won’t go into the story synopsis as I think it’s pretty well-known at this point, so instead, I want to touch on what it is about this film that gives it the reputation of being so beloved.

The first reason is that, for an adaptation, it adds more to the story than what it takes out. This works to its advantage by being able to explore elements of Scrooge’s backstory that are not covered in the original novel. For instance, this film allows us the viewer to see Scrooge’s business dealings with Jacob Marley, their cut throat practices that results in shutting down Fizziwig and enriching themselves financially. These story changes provides visual and emotional clarity that allows for us, and by extension Scrooge, to recognize how cruel his past has made him.

The other is it’s leading man, Alastair Sim.

Alastair Sim began his acting career in his 30s, after his time in the British military where he fought in World War I, where he honed his craft with Shakespearean performances on stage but occasionally dipping into film roles during the 1950s.

Alistair Sim was what one calls “a Character Actor.” Someone who takes the time to understand the character presented to them in a script; their quirks, their lines, their emotional state, and to embody them as soon as the director calls action.

And Alastair Sim, with no exaggeration, took that challenge and delivered a knockout performance.

For all the scenes that are built upon from it’s original source, Sim gives these scenes the emotional weight that is called for, while adding some truly subtle quirks that feel directly connected to the character.

The way he sneers when a tavern owner tells him bread will cost extra and he coldly tells him off.

The way he tries to be in control while terrified to see the ghost of Jacob Marley.

The way his faced body is wracked with heartache to see his ex-fiance is genuinely happy to work with the poor and sick while he remains empty and alone.

Even when he changes by the film’s end and he has been given another chance, he is bubbling with ecstasy that you would think he HAD gone crazy.

But my favorite subtle moment comes from the end.

After playing his prank on Cratchit and promising to support him and his family and sends him off to get more coal for the fire, there’s a moment as he chuckles where his smile flattens and he says “I don’t deserve to be happy” before he breaks into chuckles again and shifts back to positivity.

Almost as if a part of his old mean self lingered and tried to make a return before it was pushed back down by the newfound joy he discovered.

To put it bluntly: Alastair Sim is not playing Ebenezer Scrooge.

He’s playing an old, bitter, selfish and deeply traumatized man whose name is Ebenezer Scrooge.

And that difference in how he approached the role is key to why his performance, again and again, is highly ranked by fans as well as other actors. Much to the point that his performance has become the gold standard of how this performance is to be played.

Whether it’s a school play or a local theater production; every actor since this film has been trying to recapture that magic that Alastair Sim delivered in black and white.

This is a very good adaptation of the Charles Dickens story and well worth checking out. It might be one of the best to explore its character with added emotional weight that is carried by a star-making performance from Alastair Sim. It’s pacing is a tad slow, but when you have a performance this compelling, you almost don’t think about it as he draws you in.

“Scrooge” can be streamed on Tubi.

Next time, we look at a performance of Scrooge from another character actor, but one from the 1980s...

[heckinhacker]

Day 5: Caress - Worick Arcangelo

I woke up because I felt shifting beside me. Is he having those nightmares again? I sighed, sitting up, just to look at my poor ,blonde locks of anxiety. I gently put my hand on his forehead, making him jolt up with deep sigh, almost gasp, looking at me with fear on his features. I smiled gently. - Are you alright, Worick? - Uh...yeah--  he stopped seeing my look. THE look when he was lying. - no… - THOSE nightmares again? Oh, Worick, my poor Worick… I gently put my hand on his cheek, then on second, holding his face in the way I just held the world in them. I kissed his nose, giggling. Then I raised my head to quickly smooch his head, rubbing my thumbs on his cheekbones. - It’s okay babe, it’s really okay...Everything’s over, We’re all okay and well. Let’s calm down, okay? - I said, hoping I’m at least slightly helping. I really love Worick, I hope he’ll get more peaceful sleep. - Okay, I’ll try, I’ll try… He sighed deeply, almost putting his hand on his wounded eye, but my hands stopped it. When he looked down, I used the moment and kissed his scar for long three seconds, sitting back on my place. He backfired with the kiss on my nose’s scar, he’s a smooth little fox. That’s why I wanted him as my boyfriend, let’s start with that. I gently caressed his cheeks, calming his nerves downe. Meantime I just made these “Shhhh, hushhhh” sounds to ease his mind. He let out pleasant groan, opening his only eye to look at me with a smirk. - You always know what’s best for me, Thank you, Klaudia, you helped a lot. - his words made me chuckle, closing my eyes with a sigh of relief. Good, that’s good. I helped him. - This is very, very weird thing to say, and I’ll usually say “shave yourself old man”, but I love the feeling of your ‘beard’ scratching my hands, it’s unique. Plus you look hot, Arcangelo, how do you do that with all these grey hair? - Hey hey heyyy~! It’s BLONDE, PLATINUM BLONDE,  thank you very much. You-!...You just totally discract me, just to think of anything else. - Yep. That’s how good I am for you. Now I deserve kisses. - I made smooching voices with my lips, making him quietly laugh, kissing me shortly and cutely on the lips.  - Thank you.~ - No, I thank you. Just for being there for me. - D’aw. No problem, shithead. - I wrapped my arms around him, now caressing his bare back with my hand, placing my cheek on his shoulder. - Let’s go to sleep, it’s pretty late. I love my sleep, you know? - More than me? - Nah. I only love Nick more than you.~ - I put out my tongue playfully, which in answer was bitten by this demon of a man. I yelped because of that and put my hands on my mouth. - Alright, I’ll take that as “I’m sorry Worick you’re my number one.” - he laid down, pulling me down with him, grinning at my little pout. - Say it. - Psh. Why should I? You bit my tongue! - Please? So I can sleep better? - Damn you, Worick. I’m so, so, soooo sorry Worick. You’re my number one.~ - Thank...you…~ He murmured one last time, closing his eyes and drifting into peaceful sleep. Finnaly, some peace for him. For once, Worick had a lot of good dreams.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Day 25 : Family - Aizawa Shouta

“Since when did we become parents, Shouta? It’s like...One year ago, we were only kitty parents, and now...We have 3 kids. How did this happen?” I chuckle, still shocked at the realisation of that, as we carried the large bags back home. “Dont...Remind me...” he sighed, completely done with life. “Well...They at least are going to be happy. Christmas is a family holiday. It’s the least we can do. And besides, it’s gonna be fun, right? We don’t want kids of our own, but having them as our kids is definitely refreshing, right? It brings a  certain...New vibe to the Holiday.” I grinned at him, and he only nodded slightly. “Think they’re gonna like these?” he murmured under his breath, making me gush at how soft he was being. “Of course they would! It’s about the sentiment, anyways, so who cares? They’re all mature kids! And...And this is Eri’s first Christmas, so everything is new for her. She’s gonna LOVE it, I assure you!” I encourage him, and it seemed to work. “Can’t believe we got different wrapping paper for everyone.” he chuckled lowly, making me wink at him. “Shinsou’s gonna appreciate the kitty wrapping. And Eri will adore the Unicorn one. I, however, am gonna have a blast wrapping everything.” I speak confidently. “Then, you go ahead and wrap them up while I prepare everything else. They’ll be distracted by the cat anyways.” he shrugged passively.

When we got home, we made sure not to do any noise as I ran to our shared room and started wrapping up everything and writing everyone’s names on their respective gifts, while Shouta was in the kitchen, preparing hot chocolate in cookies.

Unicorn wrapping for Eri, Kitty wrapping for Shinsou, Stars for Mirio, more Kitties for Shouta, Fireworks for Hizashi...And of course, to make it all credible, I had to wrap my own gift too, and I chose a Reindeer wrapping.

It took quite a while, with all the gifts piled up, so after I was done, I called Shouta to make sure everyone was busy, giving them the cue to know what was going on and help surprise Eri, so I and Shouta could carry all the presents and put them under the tree, so when the little girl sees them...Well, her reaction is going to be priceless.

After we were done with everything, I got 4 pairs of Reindeer horns to put on my head, Shinsou’s, Hizashi’s and Mirio’s, while for Shouta...He was going to BE Santa! And Eri, who is a Princess, had to have a cute little tiara!

As the little girl was extremely curious, despite her shyness caused by trauma, she found out the gifts and gasped rather loudly, calling out for everyone in the kitchen, as Shouta was dressed up as Santa, pretending to put the gifts under the tree. “Ahhh! Kitty! Kitty! Santa is here! Come, quickly!” Eri squealed excitedly from the living-room, as I could barely stifle my giggles. “How did you manage to get him into a Santa suit? Oh, never mind, I’m afraid I won’t stop laughing when I see him!” Hizashi was barely able to hide his laughing. “I can’t call him Aizawa-sensei after this...” Shinsou smirked in amusement, making Mirio agree with him with a wide grin. “Let’s not make Santazawa wait any longer!” Mirio laughs briefly, going ahead of us, as we follow his lead. “Awww, Eri, look how many gifts! You must have been such a good girl!” I clapped my hands together with a huge smile as I urge everyone to sit on the ground, as Eri sat on Shouta’s lap, with literal sparkles in her eyes. “Yes, Princess Eri has been a very good girl. Would you like to give everyone their gifts?” Aizawa asked in a rough, seemingly older voice, which took everything from us not to laugh at. “Yes, please! Can I really do that?!” she gleemed up at him. “Of course! After all, you’ve been the nicest child this year!” he nodded, trying to sound older than he was. “Awww! Such a cute kitty wrapping! Who is this for?” she asked, holding a purple gift. “This one is for Hi-To-Shi.” he showed her the letters on the box, trying to get her familiarised with them. “Oh, Big Brother Hitoshi! Here, this is for you!” she grinned as she gave him the gift, and he blushed from all the attention as he was expected to open it. “W-Woaw...Thank you, Santa. It’s very nice.” he looked away, yet the smile on his face was obvious. “Next one, is for...Hi-Za-Shi.” Shouta gave her the gift, as she carried it in her little hands. “Here, Uncle Hizashi! For you!” she gave him the gift, as he grinned so widely kissing her forehead as he took the present from her. “Thank you, Eri, dear. And thank you...Santa.” he bit his lip, trying not to laugh. “And this...For Mi-Ri-O.” Shouta continued with Mirio, then myself, his own gift he left out, and then, of course... “And this...For the Little Princess Eri.”  “Ah! Me?! Really?!” she squealed, thrilled, as she unwrapped the wrapper and when she opened it, she found a Princess dress. “Eeek! No way! Oh my God, Santa, you’re the best!!” she jump-hugged Santazawa. “Can I go try it on? Pleaseeeeee?!” she jumped up and down repeatedly. “Of course you can, sweety! Go ahead! And tell Santa thank you and Goodbye. He’s a busy old man and has to go to other children too.” I pat her hair gently, as she nods vigurously and hugs Santa again. “Thank you so much, Santa! It’s the best day ever! It’s great spending time with your family! I hope I get to see you next year as well! Goodbye!” she waved at him before rushing to her room and getting dressed. “Aaaaand....SUCCESS!” I jump up, hyped and happy with everything that happened, but my reindeer horns fell off from the sudden motion. “I’ll go change.” Aizawa muttered, yanking off the fake beard and the hat. “I’m suffocating.” “You were a great grandpa, Santazawa! Will we see you next year too~?” Hizashi teased, but Shouta glared at him poisoned daggers. “Get lost.” he said under his breath, taking off the pants and coat, remaining in his usual clothes, putting the suit in the bag and hiding it in our room, before Eri could come back. “Whoaaaa! I look like a Princess! Look, look!” she rushed back to the living room, looking so incredibly adorable. “Ah, papa, you’re back! You just missed Santa...But look what he gave me!” she jumped up and down in complete glee, as Shouta picked her up, smiling at her softly. “You are a little princess, Eri. You’ve always been, and now, you have the outfit for that too.” he said, making us gush at the sight. “Get the hell out of here.” he mouthed at everyone else, activating his quirk to appear intimidating, so we won’t tease and mock him anymore. “Uhh....Sweet dreams, everyone! We gotta go, bye! Happy Christmas!” they scatter away to their rooms, making me laugh at their silliness.  “Well then, Eri, it’s about time we go to bed. Want me to read you a bed time story?” I ask her, taking her in my arms, helping her in her sleep wear and tucking her in bed. “Can you read me Cinderella, pretty please?” she smiled at me, and I only nodded, taking the book from the shelf and sitting next to her in bed, stroking her hair.

It didn’t take long before the girl fell asleep, and I got up, putting the book on the nightstand, trying not to wake her up, only to find Shouta leaning on the door frame. I smile at him as we walk outside, quietly closing the door.

“How long have you been there?” I ask with a small hum of amusement. “Hmm...Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl with fair hair. Was that how it went?” he smirked, putting his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “Yeah, that’s about it, well done.” I smile up at him, putting my arms around him, resting my chin on his chest. “Guess we did a pretty good job, don’t you think?” I asked, rather proud of how it all turned our. “Yeah, t’was nice. Guess bringing the family together wasn’t such a drag.” he chuckled lowly, kissing me softly. “Yeah...It was worth it. And we made Eri smile. It really made me happy.” I kiss back, slowly swinging with him. “Me too...Happy Christmas, Katrina.” he kissed my forehead, making me close my eyes in content and peace. “Happy Christmas...Santazawa.” I wink at him, as he twitched his eye in annoyance. “Not you too...” he muttered with a grave sigh.