#snowy spruces

[ninevehsage]

Winter Fog, 2019

[oneleggedflamingo]

18.12-22

Misc.

- Vivera Rossi

[julyrudy]

Everything is indeed covered with snow

[halljavalge]

Source: sjonsgarden

ℍ𝐚𝓵ｌ נ𝐀 𝔳คĻǤẸ

[keeps-ache]

traveled 14000+ blocks only to be ended by a drowned. i really hate this pattern hbhfbsh

[dendro80]

Falun in winter. A walk I took the other day. Still cold and snowing.

January 2023

Lugnet, Falun, Dalarna, Sweden

[fracturedporcelaindoll]

Beautiful~

[s0ngsandstars]

Thinking about when I opened Minecraft and my brother decided to make a new world for me, so he just took the mouse and keyboard from me, changed some options for the world, all that. And then right before he pressed create, I said "It's going to spawn me on top of a tree in a spruce forest" And then it spawned me on top of a tree in a spruce forest. And my brother was like "Nope! Nope! We're closing this. I can't" and he closed the game as I was laughing.

[maureen2musings]

Cardinal on a snowy Spruce

whisperingmysticforest

[dmitriene]

winter holidays with simon riley, booking a trip with him to some snowy mountains with pretty wooden cabins and beautiful views, snow covered areas, tall spruces covered with soft, crumbly snow and a lot of entertainment to keep yourself busy, including a charming village nearby with a lot of souvenir shops.

simon is a little lost, he spent all the last winter holidays as the most ordinary day in his apartment, or in the evening in the pub with his mates from the task force, but with your appearance in his life everything became different, with you he began to go out in public more often, enjoy various walks and vacations, because while you are around, he is ready to step over his built in walls.

holding your hand tightly in his calloused one, hiding it in the pocket of his coat, stroking your fingers and trying to warm them while you snuggle up to his side, strolling together through the snowy village, occasionally stopping at various shops, because simon can't stand the winter cold, biting at his flushed face that he hides behind the thick scarf and collar of the sweater.

grumbles when you tease him about looking like a flushed maiden, his ears bright red over the pale skin, freezing under the touch of your fingers when you brush at them to adjust his scarf, hiding the sensitive areas of skin and brushing your lips fleetingly there with a tender kiss, meeting his warm, amber eyes that crease in hidden smile.

kisses you like a teenager under the mistletoe that hangs like a decoration at the entrance to the cabin you rent, pulling away the layers of clothing that hide his rosy face to gently kiss your lips, cupping your cheeks as his stubble, gradually growing into a small beard that makes him look cozy, scratches against your skin, tickling you, as his mouth swallows your joyful giggles.

carries you to the light, spare bedroom to settle you on the linen sheets, hovering over you without leaving your lips, kissing you over and over again, his tongue swiping into your mouth in an open, gliding kiss, while his hands strips layer after layer from your body, making you shudder wholly at the slight chill of his fingers in contact with your warm, heated skin.

tummy knotting with fizzling heat as his cool touch runs over your clothed pussy, tracing the outline of your puffy folds, sappy with oozing slick that wets the gusset of cotton fabric as you writhe, round hips wiggling under the heated, blown gaze of simon's eyes, as he treats you like his first, dearest gift to the heart, jeans tightening up around his chubbing cock.

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[fracturedporcelaindoll]

Beautiful~

[ninevehsage]

Winter Fog, 2019

[oneleggedflamingo]

26.11-23

Misc.

- Vivera Rossi

[riverwindphotography]

Snowy Spruce, revisited

(c) gif by riverwindphotography, December 2023

[hoe4hotchner]

Tree | [AH] - Christmas 2024

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Gn!Reader | WC: 1.4k | CW: Fluff, christmas based

A/N: Fun fact: As far as I know the most popular type of tree to get for Christmas in Denmark is Norway spruce — at least that's what I've always grown up with, what i've noticed being advertised and also what I see in stores.

Read other parts here: Snow | Tree | Presents | Christmas

The air was crisp, carrying the mingling scents of pine and fresh snow as you stepped out of the car. Jack was out first, bounding into the thick powder, his boots kicking up a flurry of white flakes that sparkled in the morning sunlight. His laughter echoed across the open space, a bright contrast to the peace of the tree farm. You pulled your coat tighter, smiling to yourself as Aaron came around the car, shutting the trunk with a decisive thud.

In one hand, he hoisted the red-handled saw over his shoulder like a suburban lumberjack about to conquer the wilderness — he was just missing a beard, then he could almost convince you of his "new" trade. The sight made you grin. There was something endearingly out of place about your usually suit-clad boyfriend preparing to chop down a Christmas tree. His smile mirrored yours, soft and almost imperceptible, though his tone when he spoke carried a trace of his usual pragmatism.

“I still don’t see why we couldn’t have just bought a pre-cut tree,” he muttered, his breath warming the air between you. The words sounded like a complaint, but the amused glint in his eyes told a different story.

“Because,” you replied, tugging your scarf up against the wind, “this is about the experience. And look at him.” You gestured toward Jack, who was spinning in a circle a few feet ahead, gathering snow to throw in the air — you weren't sure if the boy had seen this much snow all at once before — his cheeks flushed a rosy pink from the cold. Snow clung to his boots as he pointed toward the distant rows of trees.

“This is going to be awesome!” Jack declared, his excitement bubbling over in every word. He stopped spinning to face you both, his eyes wide with wonder. “Can we get the biggest tree they have?”

Aaron raised an eyebrow. His gaze shifted to you, and you could almost hear the gears turning in his head as he mentally calculated ceiling heights, tree stand dimensions, and the inevitable cleanup of pine needles. His expression was pure dad-mode efficiency, and it made you laugh under your breath.

“Let’s see what we can find first,” you said, rescuing him from the need to outright veto Jack’s grand plan. Jack didn’t seem to notice, already darting toward the nearest row of evergreens, his boots crunching loudly in the snow.

Aaron let out a soft sigh beside you, though there was no mistaking the affection in it. He adjusted his grip on the saw and fell into step beside you, his free hand brushing against yours. “Biggest tree they have,” he murmured, shaking his head with a hint of exasperation. “Of course.” He should've known his own son better than to think smaller could do.

And yet, as you glanced at him, you caught the same spark of excitement you felt — hidden beneath the practicality, but it was there, all the same.

“We’ll see,” you interjected quickly, reaching for Aaron’s free hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Let’s just find the right one.”

The tree farm stretched before you like something out of a holiday postcard, its rows of evergreens dusted with frost glittering under the soft winter sun. The landscape felt alive despite the chill, families scattered across the snowy expanse, their laughter ringing out as they debated over their perfect Christmas trees — Just like you and your family. Little ones toddled through the snow while parents snapped photos, their voices blending with the distant sound of carols playing softly over a set of outdoor speakers.

Jack was a blur of motion, darting between the rows of trees like an enthusiastic scout on a mission. He paused every few feet to call out his latest discovery, each declaration more animated than the last.

“This one’s too short!”

“This one’s crooked!”

“This one looks perfect, but… wait! There’s a hole in it!”

You exchanged a glance with Aaron, his amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His steady pace beside you was a welcome contrast to Jack’s frenetic energy, his gloved hand brushing against yours occasionally as you navigated the uneven snow.

Jack’s voice continued to ring out, his commentary growing more dramatic with each tree he passed. “Who would leave this tree here? It’s a disgrace to Christmas!” he shouted, throwing his arms in the air at one particularly lopsided pine.

Aaron chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “He certainly has opinions.”

“He gets it from you,” you teased, earning a raised eyebrow from him in mock protest.

After what felt like an endless parade of trees — all either too short, too sparse, or too “totally wrong” according to Jack — he finally came to a halt in front of a towering Fraser fir. Snow clung to its perfectly even branches, giving it an almost magical glow.

“This is the one,” Jack announced with absolute certainty, his eyes wide as he gazed up at it. His breath formed little puffs of vapor as he stood there in awe.

You stepped closer, tilting your head back to take it all in. “It’s… big,” you said, your voice tinged with both admiration and concern.

Aaron came to a stop beside you, hands in his pockets as he looked the tree up and down. “Big,” he echoed.

Jack turned to you both, his excitement radiating like the twinkling lights he no doubt envisioned on the branches. “Can we get it? Please?”

Aaron let out a long-suffering sigh, the kind that only a dad could master, but the smile that followed gave him away. “Well,” he said, glancing at you, “it’s definitely a contender.”

Jack grinned. “We can make it fit!”

“Famous last words,” you quipped, nudging Aaron in the side. Aaron sighed, resigned but smiling, and handed you the saw. “Your idea. You chop it down.”

You blinked at him. “Me? I thought this was a team effort!”

Jack clapped his gloved hands together. “You and Dad can take turns! I’ll supervise.”

Aaron crouched down beside the trunk of the tree, inspecting it. “You hold the saw steady,” he instructed, “and I’ll take over if you can’t get through it.”

“Deal,” you muttered, feeling more determined than you probably should have been. You weren't even sure that you could get it through the door, but somehow you would have to try, none of you wanted to dampen Jack's mood — worst case you could always put it up in the garden and get a smaller one for the house.

The first few pulls of the saw were wobbly and uneven, eliciting a snort from Aaron and an encouraging cheer from Jack. “You’re doing great!” Jack shouted, though his tone implied more enthusiasm than belief.

Aaron eventually stepped in, his sleeves rolled up over his jacket as he took over. The two of you worked in shifts, trading the saw back and forth while Jack offered increasingly unhelpful advice like, “Cut faster!” and “You missed a spot!”

When the tree finally began to tip, Jack let out a cheer, and Aaron braced the trunk, easing it down into the snow with surprising grace.

“See?” he said, his breath visible in the cold air. “Easy.”

You groaned, brushing snow from your gloves. “I’ll feel ‘easy’ in my arms tomorrow, that’s for sure.”

Jack threw himself on top of the fallen tree dramatically. “It’s perfect! Can we take it home now?”

Aaron glanced at you, his face soft with amusement. “Let’s get it loaded up.”

The drive home was filled with Jack’s excited chatter about decorating the tree, the car smelling like fresh pine.

It had been a nightmare to get it inside, and even then, it didn't fit. Somehow you'd managed to convince Jack to allow you to cut about 1/2 ft of the bottom to even be able to fit the star on top.

Later that night, as the three of you wrestled with tangled lights and uneven ornaments, you couldn’t help but smile.

It was a lot of work for a tree, but as you looked at Jack’s delighted face and Aaron’s warm, contented expression, you decided it was worth every second.

“Next year,” Aaron murmured to you later, as you both watched Jack fall asleep by the twinkling lights, “maybe we just buy a pre-cut one.”

You laughed softly and leaned into his side. “Not a chance.”

[angelsworks]

His Frail

Yandere!Victor Creed x Reader

Chapter Two

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Summary: Victor brings his frail home.

Warnings: Yandere/dark themes, etc

After he’s taken care of the men and pushed their van off a cliff for good measure, he returned home. Of course he wanted to chase you. Watch you run through the wood in fear. Follow your scent through the vast expanse of trees and snow. But he resisted.

Why?

The more you ran, the weaker you became. Why chase you down when you would run right to him. With you weak and tired you’d become pliant. It made it easier to gain your trust if he was the one to help you.

So instead he showered. Changed his clothes to fresh ones, clean of blood. He made sure his home was clean, everything was in its place and he had the right medical supplies to tend to your eventual wounds.

When the sun started to set, he started his hunt. Using his enhanced senses to pick your scent out from other wildlife in the wilderness.

When he started it wasn’t hard. He found it easy actually. Your scent appealed to him greatly. Much more than anyone else had. Ever. His life had been long so he knew he couldn’t let you go. Not before he’d been able to see you for himself.

Part of him hoped he’s find something in you. Something he’d been searching for, for all of his life. His frail. The feral mutants version of a mate. His submissive counterpart, his other half, his soulmate.

It felt like you’d been travelling for days. Your run had slowed to a walk, when your body started to give out. Your steps became heavy, legs weakening, shoulders slumping. You body pleaded for rest, while your mind pleaded for salvation.

You’d continued further up the hill and into the wilderness. The snowy mountain seemed to never end. You used the occasional spruce trunk to pull yourself up. The ground beneath you had long since frozen your bare feet. Your chest burned with every breath you took. Your hair stuck to your forehead from the sweat that had long since formed there.

The climb up the mountain stopped. However it brought you no relief. You saw more trees growing sporadically around you. More snow that was sure to freeze your feet. More mountains in the distance. You could have cried. If not for the shout you heard in the distance.

“Hey!” The voice was deep - a man’s. With a tired mind you made the connection that this man was surely one of John’s.

You let out some sort of plea as you moved in the opposite direction. You summoned the little energy your body had left and took off into a sprint. Ducking and diving between trees and branches as you entered fight or flight mode. It was clear you’d gone into flight mode.

Victor chased you at a distance. Keeping himself hidden in the trees as he jumped in a feline like manner from branch to branch almost silently. His eyes assessed your form, tired and ready to collapse. He was sure you’d fall down soon. Your body giving up from the stress of the chase. Just incase he’d packed plan B in a black case in his coat pocket.

You found yourself in the middle of a clearing. A small, tight clearing. Bordered by trees and a few shrubs. Your vision swam with black dots and your fingers tingled as they tries to push out the cold.

Finally after hours on the run. You collapsed. Falling to your knees and then to the floor. Eyes closing. Narrowly missing Victor as he strode over to you.

For a moment he watched you on the floor. Admiring your beauty, your body and your scent. It was perfect. He’d never smelt something so good before, without wanting to eat it.

He picked your up like you weighed nothing. Cradling you in his arms as he walked back to his cabin. He wrapped his coat around you, in an effort to keep you warm.

He’d build his cabin many years ago. Occasionally updating features of it to be more modern and move with the times. It was an isolated place. Surrounded by trees and snow and mountains. It was located in such a place that made it extremely difficult to attack or ambush.

It became a haven when he’d returned from his missions. A place without the smells and sounds of a town or city. The nearest town being hours away. Down roads that required insider knowledge to find and use.

When inside he placed you on one of his couches in the main room. He left you for a moment to light a fire and retrieve a warm cloth from the bathroom.

You were still passed out when came back. He placed the cloth on your forehead and held it there as he knelt beside you.

Your breathing was shallow, coming out in slow puffs past your lips. Victor could hear the faint beat of your heart. The exertion of the day had taken its toll and he became worried this would have long term effects. Looking down at your toes he could we that they were very red and when he reached down to touch, the skin was ice cold.

Victor tutted to himself. He moved away from your sleeping figure and lit a fire. Hoping the heat from it would help you to recover from the temperatures outside.

He pulled a blanket from the back of the sofa, wrapping it over your body.

“It’s okay Frail, I’ve got you now”.