#so they don't celebrated christmas. they celebrate the winter solstice/yule

[stoned-frog]

hc, nm and dream would celebrate something like Yule (the celebration of the winter solstice) instead of christmas. later on, dream would slowly adapt to christmas out of respect of those alive around him, and still have a little solo yule for himself. nm however takes the chance to go all out on it, full yule feast and everything. it's one of the holidays he puts any real effort into

Omg yes!! ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT!!!!

Also love how Dream would try and get his friends to celebrate Yule but most of them don't even know what it is and so he slowly adapted to Christmas and left his old traditions behind, only having a small celebration alongside his birthday, often alone.

But Nightmare would almost force the Yule traditions onto his gang

"What do you mean you don't know what Yule is?! Seriously, today's education.... I'm gonna show you how to properly celebrate the winter spirit"

Finally they came to an agreement of celebrating a little bit of both, letting Nightmare show appreciation for nature and sun and stuff but also get in the Christmas mood with his boys. I also think that the day after his birthday he would go out for the whole day, watch the sunrise, breathe in the cold air, walk in the forest, watch the sun set, stargaze for a bit and go home.

I think Dream would have a similar celebration of walking in the woods but he would also write letters to Nim and Nightmare to gather his thoughts of what happened throughout the year and express how much he misses them.

And now I'm thinking of a truce au scenerio where they celebrate Yule together alongside their birthday and just be able to celebrate again like they did when they were younger and Dream can finally fully come back to his traditions

[enbysiriusblack]

Sirius was in the middle of taping a dung bomb underneath a desk in Flitwick's empty classroom when Peter spoke.

"You going home for the holidays?"

Sirius easily slid out from under the desk, folding his arms on the top as he glanced over to Peter, "Nah. I'll probably go to James' instead. See how long it takes them to come drag me back themselves instead of sending that wretched Kreature."

Peter nodded, "I might come join you, Mum's place is always packed during winter."

Sirius grinned, "Brilliant", he climbed over the table and jumped off it, "We can spend Yule together."

Peter smiled back, "Yeah. The Potter's made you your own guest room right?"

"Oh, I forgot you haven't seen it! It's much cooler than my room at Grimmauld Place."

"Oh, no naked women?"

Sirius laughed, "Absolutely not. Maybe I want my mother to have a fit, but definitely not Mia. But Monty got me these proper band posters and there's this huge Queen one over my bed, and last summer when I flooed to the Potter's, me and James stole this traffic cone so that's in there. Oh, and Mia met me in Camden as well and she got me all these muggle clothes and Marlene built me a cupboard to put it all in."

"It sounds nice, can't wait to see it."

Sirius grabbed Peter's hand to drag him to the next classroom, "Merlin, neither can I. And you can borrow any of it, of course. I actually got a guitar for when you come over."

"You got a guitar? What kind?"

Sirius shrugged, "Fender Strat, I think. You'll play it right? I love hearing you play."

Peter beamed, "Course, I will."

Sirius tousled Peter's hair before glancing at his bag of dung bombs, "Only got a few left", he sighed.

Peter held his hand out, "Pass them here, I was thinking if we put them on the doors instead and leave them open then the smell would reach to a further distance."

Sirius instantly perked up, grabbing Peter's face and quickly giving him a kiss before turning to the windows, "Make sure all the windows are shut as well!"

Peter, cheeks still bright red, walked over to shut the remaining open windows.

[looselipssinkships-x]

I did all of my holiday baking last night

I woke up, ate breakfast, and baked for nine and a half hours straight

I made 212 cookies

I feel like i blacked out and the spirit of a manic 85yo took over

[counter-culture-christian]

Why Christmas is not related to Christ Jesus nor Christianity

A search on the internet will tell you that Christmas is a Christian holiday (I don't think I read that in the Bible) celebrating the birthday of Jesus Christ. Where in the Bible was the birth date of Jesus Christ given? It doesn't even give the date of the 25th of December. Christmas means "mass on Christ's day" how did it come to be that that was Christ's day? I know that He says He's Lord of the sabbath and that's God's day is the sabbath but Christmas? No. Christmas is the English term. "The earlier term Yule may have derived from the Germanic jōl or the Anglo-Saxon geōl, which referred to the feast of the winter solstice." Yule which is "the pre-Christian festival originating in Scandinavia which was later subsumed, along with other pagan celebrations, into the Christian holiday of Christmas." There are pagan roots, celebrations in it, how does it glorify Jesus? God? People might say, oh but they sing Christmas carols and there's the nativity. Please, it doesn't matter if that is done on that day when there are parts of Christmas which are contributed from celebrations offered to idols or possible pagan gods. "Yule celebrations began as a Norse festival called jol, although assessments of the purpose and traditions vary. Like most winter solstice festivals, themes of light, fire, and feasting are common threads. Some historians think that sacrifices were an important part of the observance, either to the gods and other supernatural beings (such as elves) or to the dead or both." "Since the early 20th century, Christmas has also been a secular family holiday, observed by Christians and non-Christians alike, devoid of Christian elements, and marked by an increasingly elaborate exchange of gifts. In this secular Christmas celebration, a mythical figure named Santa Claus plays the pivotal role." If it's really about Jesus Christ, why is there an image of a mythical man called Santa Claus? What does he have to do with Jesus Christ? As the quote above said, Christians and non-Christians celebrate it. Why would non-Christians, people who don't believe in, nor follow or have accepted Christ as their personal saviour, celebrate the day? How strange that is, a day allegedly dedicated to Christ is celebrated by a non believer who can celebrate that day yet still not want to seek or receive Christ Jesus. "The precise origin of assigning December 25 as the birth date of Jesus is unclear. The New Testament provides no clues in this regard. December 25 was first identified as the date of Jesus’ birth by Sextus Julius Africanus in 221 and later became the universally accepted date. One widespread explanation of the origin of this date is that December 25 was the Christianizing of the dies solis invicti nati (“day of the birth of the unconquered sun”), a popular holiday in the Roman Empire that celebrated the winter solstice as a symbol of the resurgence of the sun, the casting away of winter and the heralding of the rebirth of spring and summer. " Gosh, the Roman Empire and it's influence in Christianity is. . .I'm speechless. Many people are being led astray by their "traditions", "doctrines" etc. So much falseness. I'm not even surprised. Saturnalia: "The influence of the Saturnalia upon the celebrations of Christmas and the New Year has been direct. The fact that Christmas was celebrated on the birthday of the unconquered sun (dies solis invicti nati) gave the season a solar background, connected with the kalends of January (January 1, the Roman New Year) when houses were decorated with greenery and lights, and presents were given to children and the poor." "Saturnalia celebrations are the source of many of the traditions we now associate with Christmas, such as wreaths, candles, feasting and gift-giving." "The pagan celebration of Saturn, the Roman god of agriculture and time, began as a single day, but by the late Republic (133-31 B.C.) it had expanded to a weeklong festival beginning December 17. (On the Julian calendar, which the Romans used at the time, the winter solstice fell on December 25.)"

[vioredynamite]

Those who say "actually Christmas is a secular holiday" and those who say "actually Christmas is a pagan/Yule-based holiday" are two branches of the same kind of insufferable people.

I'm an atheist so I'm not interested in celebrating Christmas, no matter how "secular" they want to dress it up. And besides I live in the southern hemisphere, I don't give a shit about Yule and the winter solstice (of the northern hemisphere).

[blackcrowing]

Hello! As an Irish reconstructionist, do you maybe know any specific traditions in celebrating Mean Geimhreadh (Alban Arthan?? Are these the same things??)

Ok, so for me personally this is a REALLY complicated question. I focus my reconstructionism on ~approximately~ Iron Age traditions (I feel this is an 'authentically' 'Celtic Irish' period being an age when there is abundant evidence of the Pre-Christian religion we know of as 'pagan Irish' being practiced and not yet being blended with Christian practices and beliefs).

So as such I don't do anything for Meán Geimhridh. That is not necessarily to say that the peoples of the Iron Age didn't recognize the long hours of darkness on this day, because I am certain they did, but that as far as the evidence that is available to us it was not something that held great religious importance. While the Stone Age religion being practiced seemed to place great importance on the solstices (marking them very clearly in the monolithic monuments and passage tombs they built) and later the dates held importance to the blended cultures of Irish/Scandinavian (yule) and Irish/Christian (Christmas), the period of time I focus on is oddly silent about these solar phenomenon. Apparently, only being noted by the classical writers as Alban Arthan.

However, even here there is a great level of debate. I subscribe to the theory that this particular description of religious activity was actually a case of mistaken identity and was actually speaking of, not the 'Keltoí' peoples, but the Germanic tribes further north (who we KNOW would have recognized this time of year and KNOW had a special religious connection with mistletoe). Furthermore, even IF this historical account WAS speaking of what we think of as the 'celtic' cultures it was obviously addressing an act preformed on the continent, which we know held similar but separate traditions from the insular 'Celts'.

Which brings us back to looking at any evidence for Pre-Christian/Post-Stone Age traditions that mark this time, and we do see some (just not in so much in Ireland). In the UK we see a widespread tradition at this time of year involving the Wren and straw boys, but as far as my research can tell it was likely spread through the UK in its Christian guise and any pagan roots it has are likely Welsh is origin.

Lastly, there is the widespread idea of the Mistletoe King and the Oak King.... this, in my opinion, is a jumbled fabrication of the pagan renaissance of the 1800s, and so while it can be considered 'traditional' at this point, holds no more historical weight then the Wiccan 'wheel of the year.'

At the end of the day, I don't hold any religious significance to the event BUT if I were to try doing something I felt was historically accurate I would keep a fire stoked, keep my family and friends close, eat and drink and share stories and songs to keep us all entertained as we enjoyed each others company (so the basic blueprint for any winter festival in most of the world 😅)

[b4ts1e]

▀▄▀▄▀▄Traditions▄▀▄▀▄▀ (𝚐𝚗!𝙼𝙲)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍: 𝚀𝚒𝚞/𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝙻𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗 𝙾𝚙𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝙲 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 (𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙾𝙻:𝙽&𝙵)

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝: The night before Halloween, the cul-de-sac trio decides to have a sleep over at MC's house- going trick or treating the next evening as a group. Based in Step 1

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗)

The cul-de-sac trio, all bundled up in their pajamas with a bunch of fluffy blankets (supplied by MC) together layed out on the floor with snacks as they huddled together, watching classic Halloween movies from Opal's laptop. (Imma draw this, at some point- I already have a refrence picked out.)

"I'm super excited to go trick or treating! My parents didn't really do Halloween, so this basically a first time for me!" Tamarack said excitedly shifting side to side- scooching just a bit closer to MC who resided in the middle of the trio, controlling the laptop while laid out on their stomach. "Really? Why didn't they?" Qiu asked, curiously- lifting himself up with his elbows slightly to get a better look at who he was talking to.

"I dunno, we just didn't. Not very common in German culture I guess, plus they were always busy." She said nonchalantly, not bothered much by it- too distracted by the movie playing on the screen. "Makes sense to be honest, cultures can be vastly different." MC spoke up, pausing the movie. "Oh? How do you know that?" Qiu asks, a smug smirk on his face but it was a genuine question.

"Well, living previously in the city- many different types of people lived there. Plus we used to move around alot for my mom's job- that said I had the oppertunity to meet a lot different people, or at least learn about them." MC explained a bit before Opal came into the room with a plate of decorated cookies- halloween themed of course. "So- how's the movie going kiddos? Need anything? Water, more blankets, anything?" She asked with a kind smile, putting the cookies down on MC's nearby desk.

"Hey momma? What was that guy from the bakery's name again? Him and his mother ran that place after moving from France to share his mom's recipes?" MC asked, shocking Opal a bit who just chuckled a bit but smiled anyways. "That was Monty sweetheart, why do you ask?" she replied gently, crossing her arms and leaning on the doorframe gently. "Tamarack is having her first genuine Halloween with us, and that turned into talk about different cultures." Autumn explained quickly, resulting in Opal to nod swiftly.

"Gotcha, well- Monty was from France. Just like how Tamarack's Omi and Opa were from Germany. Germans don't often celebrate Halloween because of one of their holidays: Martinstag. It's very similar to both Halloween and Christmas, but also- what me and MC celebrate: Yuletide. I don't know much about the specific details of the traditions or celebrations, but I do know they light lanterns, share treats, and have a communal bonfire." She explains a bit, teaching what she knows from her minimal experience. "Yuletide?" Tamarack asks, looking to MC with a questioning glance.

"Yeah, what's Yuletide?" Qiu asked with her, MC's eyes seemed to sparkle in delight at the mention of the holiday season. "Yuletide is the holiday season of what you both know as Christmas! Yule is the actual holiday. It's a whole two weeks of celebrations! We light bonfires, give gifts, do a simmer pot, cook together, decorate a yule tree, and a bunch more things! Christmas was derived from it actually!" they rambled on a bit, excited to be able to teach their friends about one of their own traditions.

"A WHOLE TWO WEEKS?!" Tamarack exclaimed, sparkles in her eyes- jaw dropped. "That's so lucky!" she said excitedly. "So do you get gifts everyday?" Qiu asked, making Opal chuckle a bit. "Well- we normally spend the first week and a half exchanging hand made gifts. The second week we spend quality time together but on the day of the winter solstice we exchange the rest of the presents we got each other." she explained with a happy sigh, recalling the memories.

"Do you think we could participate in each other's traditions this year? All together?" Qiu asked with sparkles in his eyes, Tamarack nods eagerly- grinning like a kid on Christmas. "Well I'd have to speak with both of your guardians first, but if they accept it- then I don't see why not!" Opal says happily, pulling out her phone. "I'll go give them a ring, you three get back to your movies and snacks!" she said before exiting the room, the three kids giddy and excited for the possibility of spending more than just Halloween together.

"I hope they say yes!" Tamarack said excited, hugging a stuffed animal tightly as she got back into her original position for watching the movie. "I hope so too! It'd be super fun to join our families for the holidays! Besides, even if they don't say yes I still intend to make and get you guys gifts for the holidays!" Qiu said with a grin. "Oh yeah? You sure you won't lose them?" MC teased him gently, earning a slight elbow to the arm- making them laugh a bit. "Either way- I had already planned to make you guys Yuletide gifts, but now I'm way more excited!" MC said hugging a pillow and snuggling it close.

"Aww MC!" Tamarack said before hugging them, "I'll be sure to make you some gifts as well!" she said happily. Qiu chuckled lightly, smiling softly "I will too, it's only fair. After all you do keep my papers from magically disappearing." he said with a smirk, leaning against MC lightly. "You mean, they keep your papers after you lose them?" Tamarack teased before getting a pillow thrown softly at her, both her and Qiu laughing as MC just laid their shaking their head and stiffling a laugh.

"You guys are the best, thank you for being my friends. Seriously." MC said with a soft smile, catching the other two off guard slightly. "Where did that come from?" Qiu asked with a chuckle, his hair dishevled and completely down. "I don't reallty know, just- thank you. Both of you." they said again. "MC!!!!!" Tamarack squealed before she practically tackled them in a hug, making Qiu get squished behind the two- but they all laughed despite that.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1,017

[crumpet-doodles]

Sorry,,, no fancy art from me this holiday season- you get this half-assed doodle of me currently before I'm forced to a party I don't want to go to.

Okay not to be a grinch or offensive or anything but lowkey???? I hate Christmas- my family is super-religious so I'm over here in the corner bEGGing to celebrate something that DOESN'T involve Jesus for once like. Yule, or the Winter Solstice, but nooooooooo-

Don't get me wrong Christmas is cool and stuff!!! But you can also celebrate other things without having to shove this holiday down people's throats!!!!!

WhenI get out of this fucking house I'm celebrating Yule. No more Christmas for me. Please. If's the same party every year at our house, the same food because it's Polish tradition, the same 2 families coming over. Stop the insanity.

Anyways, happy holidays, people- maybe I'll draw something better tomorrow.

[foodandfolklore]

Dry your own Orange Wheels and Peels

For many people it's strange to think that Oranges are often seen in winter decorations and are traditionally eaten this time of year. I know my house always had tangerines around, and I still buy them to this day in December. People also got them in their stockings as a treat. I didn't know still did this until I had my first Christmas with my now partner and they made me a stocking with an orange and apple. Gotta say, that orange was good. Now, this is partly because citrus fruits are in season in the winter. But there's another aspect.

The winter Solstice, the longest night of the year, is in December. Also called yule. It marks the celebration of the returning of the Sun, and Oranges are packed with solar energy. An orange wheel, fresh or dried, is a perfect symbol of the Sun to decorate with. Many people will dry their oranges during this season to make storage and decorating easier.

A dehydrator makes things a lot easier, but not everyone has one. However, fret not, you can still dry your oranges in the oven. You just need to set your oven to as low as it will go. Start at 150F and see if it will accept. Most ovens the lowest it will go will be between 160F to 200F. Don't try higher than 200F, your Oranges will get too toasty.

Orange Peel

If you want to just preserve orange peel, first decide what you are going to be using it for. If you plan to use it in things like tea, spell jars, basically need big chunks, simply use a vegetable peeler to peel the zest from the pith. Then place the strips on some parchment lined baking sheets, and place in the oven for around 30 minutes until they start to curl.

However, if you are wanting to use the peel in ways where us would need to be smaller; like curry powders, cookie doughs, and other general cooking, I strongly recommend grating your zest before drying. You can grind or cut up the larger chunks after they have dried, but orange zest (and all citrus to be honest) becomes rather leather like once dry. So grinding with a simple mortar and pestle is near impossible. You will need a coffee grinder or some other blender.

Orange Wheel

Lay your orange on it's side, so it's bump bits are on the left and right. This way, when you slice into the orange, you get your desired wheel look.

Now Start slicing. You want them to be fairly thin. I'm talking like no thicker than half a centimeter or quarter of a inch. If you have a mandolin, that'll make things easier. But if you're like me and don't have one nor can you consistently cut straight to save your life, fear not this will still work. These wheels just need to be thin.

One you have your wheels, arrange them on a baking sheet lined with parchment. You can dab off excess juice with a paper towel if you happen to have a leaky fruit. Place them in the oven and check on them after 3 hours. They may be done, or they may need more time. Be prepared to wait 6 or 7 hours drying orange wheels. Maybe have a home day planned.

If your wheels are getting brown but not dry, remove them from the oven and give them a moment to cool. Turn the tray around before placing back in the oven.

You can store these in a clean glass jar, and if done right can last a few years. This process will work with other types of Citrus too. Lemons, Limes, Grapefruits. You can make lovely decorations or dress up a gift in an eco friendly way.

[copiousloverofcopia]

Here is a new fic commission just in time for Christmas with a few more to come!!!!

Starting things off with some Terzo and Alessandra from my fic Tied as One Eternally for the lovely @captaingrebelguf!!!

Merry Christmas my love and I hope you all enjoy!

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

That Night Under the Mistletoe

During the Annual Yule Ball, Cardinal Terzo Emeritus spends the night listless until he sees Alessandra, one of the new Sisters of Sin.

If you have not read the fic this is a sequel for, please start there from the link above. Also available HERE on AO3!

Read more below the cut!

It was a long time ago now. A time when the champagne bubbles danced within glasses and the joyous music hummed blissfully in the air. The winter solstice celebrations were nearing their end and it was the Ministry's annual Yule Ball. Each of the siblings and ghouls, merry and gluttonous, as Lucifer intended. All the while truly appreciating the abundance that his dark grace had bestowed upon them during the year. 

Cardinal Terzo sat at the front table of the Hall. Positioned alongside his most trusted ghoul, Omega, and trying desperately to drown out the sound of Secondo gloating. His brother, insistent on droning on and on that he soon would become Papa. Terzo did his best to ignore him, mindlessly tracing his fingers along the edge of his glass and letting out a sigh. Wondering to himself if he was to be Omega again or if he would spend the evening alone.

He found himself scanning the room. Unable to appreciate the bright lights and happy faces. The beautiful decorations and whimsical party before him. Feeling empty as the night carried on. Just as he resolved himself to an early turn in, he saw her. The mysterious and willful Alessandra. A newer Sister of Sin from the most recent group of novitiates. She was surrounded by the rest of the crowd, yet somehow seemed as if she were by herself. The rest of them, only a blur with her silhouette against the bright lights—calling to him.  

She was breathtaking in a short, golden liquid knit dress. Dripping in sparkle and cinched at her waist. Her long dark curls, bouncing with each step and every curve on display. Smiling brightly as she worked the room with ease. The Cardinal was instantly smitten.

“Something on your mind.” Omega asked, nudging Terzo out of his thoughts. Noticing that he was obviously distracted. 

“Just admiring the view.” he mused, Omega following his line of sight to the sister. Rolling his eyes and twitching his tail in response. Terzo was intrigued by her, adjusting himself in his seat as he was visibly happy to see her. 

“If you’re so interested”, the ghoul jabbed, taking note of the visible swelling in Terzo’s pants, “why don't you go talk to her?” 

“You know what? That sounds like a great idea.” Terzo smirked, rising from his chair and practically hopping over the table to go greet her. Primo watched, glancing over to Omega and shaking his head. Secondo, only now stopping his monologue as Terzo took off across the room. 

“Where’s he off to?” he asked, having been completely aloof. Primo placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder. Giving him a look that implied they both knew where he was going and why. 

“He’s trying to find himself a good time...but I have a feeling it’s not going to go well.” Primo sighed, Secondo nodding and returning to his rambling. 

By the time he reached her, she was by the entryway doors. Ready to leave for the night and return to the solitude of her room. Just as Alé set foot on the threshold, Terzo brought himself between her and the exit. His abruptness was jarring, catching her off guard.

“Oh…I’m sorry Cardinal.” she responded, minding her manners. Knowing all too well that his intrusion in her space was anything accidental. Still, she would be expected to show respect with him as a member of the high clergy.

“No…no sorella. I apologize for startling you. You see I had noticed you from across the room and well I couldn’t help but come over to say hello.” he responded. The famous Emeritus charm oozing from every pore. His smile, mischievous like the Cheshire cat’s grin. Alessandra immediately recognized he was up to no good, but it didn’t help that he was also so incredibly handsome.  

She had been made well aware of him. The Cardinal’s reputation was one of legend within not only the Abbey but the whole of the Ministry. A man whose ability to charm someone out of their pants, was matched only by his proclivity to hop from one person to the next. Seemingly allergic to commitment, but somehow so convincing that he had been able to have his pick of anyone, siblings of sin and ghouls alike. 

Terzo, known for having a string of broken hearts in his wake. It was for that very reason Alessandra had been actively avoiding him. Unsure if her resolve would be enough to prevent her from suffering the same fate. Despite that, now they were face to face and there was nowhere to escape. His mismatched eyes, captivating as they stared deeply into hers. 

“Well now that you have, I’m sorry but I think I should go. I think I may have had a bit too much champagne.” she laughed nervously, hoping that her excuse would be enough for him to let it go. It was true, he was hard to resist even for someone as levelheaded and firm as her. Terzo smiled, closing the space between them. Coming closer and closer, forcing Alessandra to back up against the door frame. Trying her best to avoid the press of his body against her. 

“No need to be shy, sorella.” he said, glancing upward and noting the fortuitous placement of mistletoe. Alessandra looked up, her heart beating fast within her chest as she too caught sight of it. “Would you do your Cardinal the honor of a small kiss…we are under the mistletoe after all.” he reasoned.

His eyes had turned soft, unlike the lecherous gaze she had expected of him. What a clever disguise , Alé thought to herself. He was a notorious playboy, and she knew no matter how innocent and sweet those eyes looked now, succumbing to them meant she’d end up a notch on his belt and a story shared with the ghouls. But they were oh so enticing, Alé forced herself to divert her eyes, only worsening the situation when she found herself staring down at his pouty lips. Despite her better judgment, she began to cave. Closing her eyes before him. 

“Just this once.” she whispered, waiting for the press of his lips against hers. Terzo quickly grabbed hold of her hips and tried to kiss her. Unable to hold himself back from his passionate and lustful desires. His hands filled with the curves of Alessandra’s rear end just before a swift smack to the face. 

“You bastard!” she barked, eyes wide open and jaw clenched in anger. How dare he try to man handle me like that , she thought to herself. Steaming hot inside as Terzo’s arrogance once again had gotten the better of him.

“Aww come on sorella, don’t be like that.” he whined. Watching Alessandra’s face flush red. Doing everything in her power to restrain herself from slapping him again.  

“Get bent, you letch.” she snapped, shoving past him and heading down the main hall, towards the siblings’ wing. Terzo stood in the doorway. His hand held gently against the tender flesh of his cheek. The sting of Alé’s touch, still burning there.  

“Struck out?” laughed Omega as he approached. Relishing the humor of such a rare sight to see. 

“Seems that way, but you never know.” he winked as the two of them watched Alessandra disappear up the stairs. 

------------------Many years later…-------------------------------

The lights were tickling quietly on the Yule tree. Terzo, mesmerized by them as the memory of that night lingered on his thoughts. Though it had been many years, there were times when it felt like just yesterday—just the two of them beneath the mistletoe. Things have changed so much since then.

This year they had declined attending the Yule party. Choosing instead to enjoy the soft echoes of celebrations in the distance as their little family got nestled in for the night. It was hours ago when their oldest children, Mena and Dante had fallen asleep. Snuggled up against their father after a long day of wreaking havoc, as small children often do. Terzo and Alessandra’s newborn daughter, Luciana, too was slumbering away peacefully in her mother’s arms. 

Alessandra inhaled deeply. Enjoying the quiet moment shared between them, and the scent of pine that filled the air, when she noticed Terzo smiling beside her. Watching the lights on the tree. “What are you thinking about?” she asked him, resting her head on his shoulder while they listened to the cracking of the warm fire beside them in the Papal suite. 

“I was remembering that first Yule after you arrived.”

“Oh?” Alé laughed, remembering all too well how things had played out that night. “Yeah…that seems like a dream now, doesn't it?” she asked him. Both of them, watching little Luci wiggling around in her swaddle.  

“What we have now, is the dream.” he smirked, Alessandra perking up an eyebrow at him.

“You were something else then and you’re something else now.” she chuckled to herself, completely amused by his cheesy and yet still very romantic charm. Even after all this time. 

“Who knows what could have been had you only kissed me then, that night under the mistletoe.” 

“Hmm…” Alé hummed before kissing her husband. Both of them, careful not to wake the kids, “Guess we’ll never know.”

[dragon-in-the-woods]

Tips for regressors/dreamers with religious trauma, as the holiday season comes up. And tips for regressors/dreamers with seasonal depression.

(DNI: Pro/com shippers/anti antis, and/or if you sexualize regression in any capacity.)

SFW only, under the cut for space.

First and foremost, "christmas" is an entirely stolen holiday. Most of it is stolen from Yule, a Norse holiday, but other elements come from Winter Solstice, Saturnalia, and other winter holidays. So don't feel bad about not celebrating! Now, for tips:

-If the ideas about Santa Claus cause any anxiety, write a letter to Odin instead! Odin (Norse mythology) was the original Santa, before christians stole the holiday. He's very kind and fatherly, and he won't be offended, so don't worry about making any "mistakes" in your letter.

-In the same category, leave cookies and milk for Odin instead. They're a great offering for most other deities as well, for any pagan regressors.

-Make new associations with "christmas" items. Cinnamon, oranges, mistletoe, pine trees, etc are all associations with Yule. The items were to bring joy and abundance during the dark and cold winter months.

-Warm drinks! Hot cocoa, tea, coffee, warm milk- find something you like and put it in your sippy cup. For littles without gear, the coffee lids used at most coffee shops are a good mimic- just wash and save the cups and lid for later.

-Listen to different music. I hate christmas music so if a store I go into is playing it, I'll pop in my earbuds while I shop. In the car, I choose a different radio station or use my own music.

-If you're required to do any holiday activities you don't want to do, imagine your caregiver F/O being there with you, also wanting to leave but having to stay. Maybe they're cracking jokes to make you laugh, or making fun of someone you don't like at the event to make you laugh.

Tips for seasonal depression:

-My therapist recommended this one! Do an activity sitting by a window where the sunlight is coming in. The warmth will help any cold in your body, and you'll get the Vitamin D from the sun, all while being inside and out of the cold.

-Keep moving your body. Stretches, exercises in one spot, and other things like that to stay indoors in the warmth. If you feel up to it, go outside and walk or jog.

-Healthy foods! With depression it's easy to slack on this, but at least try to make an effort. Meats are best for health and for energy levels. Fruits and veggies are getting expensive as the go out of season, so don't be afraid to get canned stuff if you can't afford fresh. My favorite veggie snack: canned green beans, either cooked on the stove with butter and salt, or if you're short on time, drained then microwaved on a plate with just salt.

-Imagine your caregiver F/O cuddling you as you rest. Imagine what nice and encouraging things they'd say. They love you and want you to feel better.

[magicoldcottage]

The 12 days of Yule

Looking to add more meaning to the season?

I think it's time we started to look back at our traditions from the past, and brought real meaning to the festivities rather than the commercialised mess that Christmas has become. The season was never about how many presents you got, how much money you could spend. It was about spirituality and family.

Below I run through the 12 days of Yule which started this year on the 21st Dec. I write this on boxing day which is 6th day of Yule if you are trying to find the current day.

When is Yule?

I've seen some confusion on posts of the date, this is natural as the date varies. The celebrations commence the day before the winter solstice, the shortest  day of the year. Which does vary slightly from year to year. This year the shortest day is the 22nd, so Yule starts on the 21st.

What were the 12 days of the celebration.

On the first day of Yule, The day before that Winter Solstice. people honoured "The Mothers", the goddesses who watched over the family and the land. They offered them food and drink on Mother’s Night, and asked for their blessings for the coming year. If you don't follow the Mothers in any guise simply substitute for one you do as part of your practice. For more details on the mothers click here

On the second day of Yule, people celebrated the winter solstice, the shortest day and longest night of the year. They lit candles, bonfires, and the Yule log to symbolize the return of the sun and the warmth of life. They also decorated evergreen trees with ornaments and gifts. To those of you who've had your tree up since october, yes decorating the tree was part of the festivities. As not everyone has the ability to burn a giant log so a candle lit to banish the dark is a great modern option.

On the third day of Yule, people honoured Odin, the god of wisdom, war, and magic. They left offerings of food and drink for him and his followers, the Wild Hunt, a ghostly procession of spirits and animals that roamed the sky during the winter nights. They also told stories and poems about Odin and his adventures. It was a family day pulling everyone together to spend time telling tales and being close.

On the fourth day of Yule, people honoured Thor, the god of thunder, strength, and protection. They ate and drank in his name, and thanked him for his blessings. They also carved runes and amulets for protection and luck. If you don't fancy making Thors hammer amulets use this day to make something simple to act as protection for your family. For an easy option why not make my tripple goddess knot, only a length of string in needed, guild click here

On the fifth day of Yule, people honoured Frey, the god of fertility, prosperity, and peace. They exchanged gifts and tokens of love and friendship, and wished for a fruitful and prosperous year. They also made wreaths and garlands of mistletoe, holly, and ivy, which were sacred to Frey. Again making the Wreath was part of the festivities rather than something that you made in advance.

On the sixth day of Yule, people honoured Freya, the goddess of love, beauty, and magic. They celebrated with feasts, music, and dancing, and expressed their joy and gratitude for life. They also practiced divination and seidr, a form of shamanic magic that Freya taught to Odin. So Boxing day (as of 2023) is the day to break out your favourite divination tools and scry the future.

On the seventh day of Yule, people honoured Balder, the god of light, joy, and purity. They remembered his death and resurrection, and hoped for his return in the new world. They also played games and sports, and enjoyed the snow and ice. A great day to break out those new boardgames, invite people over who are getting bored and have a games night.

On the eighth day of Yule, people honoured Skadi, the goddess of winter, hunting, and skiing. They admired her beauty and strength, and respected her independence and justice. They also went hunting and skiing, and enjoyed the cold and the wilderness. Not everyone is going to enjoy a hunt, but getting out in nature to spend some time to appreciate the beauty of the world around us should be our target on this day.

On the ninth day of Yule, people honoured Ullr, the god of archery, skiing, and dueling. They praised his skill and courage, and challenged themselves and others to contests of honor and glory. They also made offerings of skis, bows, and arrows to Ullr. Although Monopoly in our house tends to turn into a blood sport, contents of strength should be slightly more energetic.

On the tenth day of Yule, people honoured Loki, the god of mischief, fire, and change. They laughed at his tricks and pranks, and acknowledged his role in the balance of the world. They also played jokes and riddles, and embraced the chaos and the change.  Again draw together with friends or family and have some fun, even if its settling down for a good comedy film.

On the eleventh day of Yule, for the end of the year people honoured the ancestors, the spirits of the dead who lived on in the otherworld. They remembered their names and deeds, and honoured their legacy and wisdom. They also set a place for them at the table, and shared stories and memories with them. We have all lost someone who remains in our hearts. Use this day to remind yourself how they have touched your life. Pull out the old photographs, share their stories with those too young to remember them and keep them alive. Click here for my memory stones for those feeling crafty.

On the twelfth day of Yule, people honoured the Norns, the goddesses of fate who wove the threads of destiny. They reflected on the past, the present, and the future, and made resolutions and plans for the new year. They also burned the remains of the Yule log, and scattered the ashes for good luck. This day normally falls around the new year and the tradition lives on as "New Year Resolutions". Don't aim for the impossible, practical resolutions are far easier to stick to.

For more ideas of things to make or do, click here for my masterpost.

[yuriko-mukami]

Prologue

I closed my book and glanced out of the window. Oh my gosh! Finally, it was snowing! The white dots danced against the darkened sky. Darting up, I dashed closer, almost pressing my nose against the glass.

"Yosh!"

"Haa... you're such a handful, my angel." Ruki's voice wafted behind me. He stepped closer, enveloping my waist with his arm and pulling me against his chest while his musky scent embraced me as well. He chuckled into my hair. "Though I have to admit that the view is quite peaceful."

"Mhm, it is indeed." I couldn't hide a giggle that raised deep within me. So beautiful. And now we would get the white, snowy season I have yearned for. "Umh... you know, Ruki... I have a wish..."

"What is it then?" Ruki's whisper almost tickled my ears. His voice was so soft and tempting me to turn around, but my gaze was glued to the snowflakes.

"I know you don't care about Christmas that much... but...umh... Well, in the next year, we'll be much busier and it might be we can't arrange anything bigger. So... I was just reading this book and the characters were celebrating something else than Christmas during this time of year... and I thought we could... do something similar."

"Is that so?" Ruki took my shoulders, spinning me around. My butt hit the windowsill but I didn't mind.

I nodded. "Yes. Winter solstice. They were celebrating because the darkening times were over and the sun was slowly coming back. The family and friends gathered to welcome the sun and then spent a nice time together. They had a tasty dinner too. That doesn't sound too bad, does it?"

"Are you trying to pique your master's interest by the talk about making a special dinner~?"

Ruki locked his gaze with mine. The stormy blue and gray of his eyes made my stomach churn pleasantly.

"Hehe, perhaps I am indeed~"

"How very bold of you." A smirk rose on Ruki's lips as he leaned his face closer to mine, almost touching my nose.

I swallowed as Ruki's mouth started to open, and my heart took a leap. "Umh..."

Ruki chuckled again as if he was amused by my reaction. "Did you know that the winter solstice has another name?" he asked.

Shaking my head, I placed my hand on Ruki's shoulder and squeezed slightly. Being this close to him made it difficult to focus on the conversation, especially since I could see how the tips of his fangs peeked when he talked. Oh, how I wished him to... but... but... I knew we should be more careful with that for now.

Ruki lifted his hand, grabbing my chin. His cold thumb traced the skin right under my bottom lip. "It is called Yule." He smiled. "And if it's my angel's wish, we shall have a Yule dinner with family and perhaps a few friends as well. You should have this experience since it will be different the next year. Let's enjoy this now."

Before I had time to answer, demanding lips caught mine, swiping every coherent thought out of my mind.

___

Ruki sprites received from @ruki-mukami-dl whose Ruki I also had in my mind when I was writing this. Probably I couldn't get the tone perfect but I hope you can live with it, honey~

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Bon appétit – Holiday Special: Snow Cone

[Astarion/Gale]

Astarion & Gale enjoy a walk in the fresh snow. Shenanigans occur, freaky ideas are tried, dirty fantasies get shared. Who knew snowmen were helpful for... other forms of entertainment?

This belongs to the "Bon Appétit" universe, but can be read as a stand-alone. There are spoilers regarding Astarion & Gale relationship status and Gale's job situation though.

Happy holidays, Christmas, Hanukkah, Yule, Midwinter, Winter Solstice, or whatever else you're celebrating! Here's a little gift from me to you <3

Trigger warning (18+): Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, No Magic, No Vampire, Graphic Description of Sex, Smut, Anal Sex, Fingering, Sex In The Snow, Unorthodox Use of Icicles, Misuse of Snowmen, Improvised Sex Toys (don't try this at home kids), Accidental Voyeurism, Overall Mandatory Snow-related Activities, Domestic Fluff

When Gale pitter-pattered into the kitchen that morning, he was almost blinded by the brightness of the snow outside the windows which had covered everything in sight. Grunting and squinting, Gale made it to the electric kettle and got the water boiling. He needed tea. A nice spicy chai with milk would be preferred, but he was too lazy to make it himself, or to drive to the Emerald Grove. Thus, he settled for a lovely cup of rooibos tea. While Gale grabbed the mugs and placed the tea bags inside, Tara weaved between his legs, loudly demanding her breakfast.

"I hear you, my dear," Gale chuckled. "Give me a moment."

He walked over to the fridge - careful to neither step on Tara, nor trip over her - and fetched a vial of Vetsulin. He picked up a fresh syringe from the stash next the fridge, ripped open the packaging, uncapped the bottle, lowered the needle into it, and filled it with the clear liquid up to the necessary line. In a practised manner, Gale placed the vial on the kitchen counter, kneeled down, and got a hold of his beloved cat. He kissed her head before spreading the fur on her left hind leg.

"You know the drill, little love," Gale murmured before carefully pushing the needle into the flesh and slowly injecting the diabetes medication. Tara grumbled, but didn't make a scene. She was used to it by now and behaved like the distinguished lady she was. She received another kiss for her good behaviour, and she purred happily as her chin was scratched. With a grunt and a loud crunch of the knee, Gale got up to serve Tara her well-deserved breakfast. As she chowed it down happily, the professor-turned-librarian prepared some sandwiches for Astarion and himself before steeping the tea. Then, he placed everything on a tray and brought it to the bedroom where his husband was still sprawled out and pretending to be snoozing. Gale nudged Astarion's thigh with his foot and balanced the tray in his hands while sitting down. Grumbling, the blond propped himself up against the headboard and eyed the offered meal.

"Cheese-ham toast? You know me so well." Astarion smiled and took a big bite, moaning in the process. "I love you so much."

Gale chuckled amused and replied: "I love you too."

He placed a kiss on his husband's cheek before grabbing his own sandwich.

They ate in silence until Gale asked: "What do you think about a walk in the snow?"

"It snowed?" gasped Astarion in disbelief. "It's only Mid-November!"

Without waiting for a reply, he scrambled out of bed, almost tripping in the process when his foot got tangled in the blanket, and sprinted to the window. An excited laugh escaped him as the blinds rolled up and revealed the picture-perfect Winter Wonderland.

"Hell yes!" Astarion beamed. "I absolutely want to go for a walk! I want to make a snow angel."

"Really?" Gale chuckled amused.

"Yes," nodded his husband, much more seriously than expected. "I've never done it before. Cazador... He hated snow and the cold. I... I wasn't allowed outside by myself."

"What?" Gale's face fell in shock. "Why?"

Astarion simply shrugged.

"He was a very possessive man. He never let me out of his sight."

Gale's gut clenched uncomfortably. Suddenly, he wasn't hungry anymore. He swallowed thickly, desperately searching for the right words to say.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, it sounds awful." After a small pause, he added: "I hope you know I'd never do such a thing."

"I know," retorted the blond, smiling softly. "You're nothing like him."

Gale was flooded with relief and he sighed as his stomach unclenched and growled loudly. Quickly, he finished his sandwich. They had places to go.

They sauntered through the winter landscape, hand in hand, the powdery white glittering around them like Swarovski crystals, the blue sky clear, and the midday sun golden and warming their rosy faces.

Gale led his husband towards the edge of town where a wide strip of meadow parted the city from the nearby forest. There, the snow was still fluffy and untouched, not trampled and salted to ugly, grey slush. With a sweeping gesture, Gale spread his free arm.

"Here we are; the perfect battleground for making snow angels! People from near and close come to this remote spot to make their dreams of divine ascension come true." Astarion snickered amused. "Go on, have some fun."

The blond was frozen in place, wringing his hands nervously, and Gale's smile faded.

"What's wr-"

"I don't know how." The words were bursting from Astarion who looked deeply ashamed and embarrassed. "I don't know how to make snow angels. Can you – can you show me? Please?"

To Gale's utter horror, his husband's eyes were brimming with tears of frustration. He quickly pulled him into a hug.

"Of course," Gale answered and stepped further into the snow. "It's easy, really. Just find a spot with a generous amount of snow, lay down - oof, my knees! - like this; the starfish position. And then, you just -" He started moving his spread arms up and down and opened and closed his outstretched legs. "- move like demonstrated, and you're done. - A hand? Please?"

Chuckling, Astarion helped Gale back up, amused by the grunts, huffs, and popping knees.

"You're getting old, my love," he teased, making his husband snort. Before he got a reply, Astarion plopped down, stretched out his limbs and wildly flailed them to leave an imprint in the snowy ground. Gale watched, smiling softly, and pulled his husband onto his feet when he made grabby hands towards him. With a giggle, Astarion turned around to look at his work.

"I did it! I made my first snow angel!"

He laughed, with his cheeks all flushed, and Gale wanted to kiss him breathless.

"Well done. How about another one? It's custom to make multiple ones, or otherwise your angel's lonely," the brunet spoke.

"Really?" Astarion looked at him, all big-eyed and soft. "Is that true, or are you taking the piss out of me?"

"True Waterdhavian tradition, I swear," Gale answered, smiling. "Do you want me to join you?"

At that, Astarion beamed at him.

"Absolutely!"

Together, they lay back down and created a few more snow angels, laughing and giggling like children while doing so. Red-cheeked and smiling, Astarion turned his head to gaze at Gale. His puffs of breath left little white flags in the cold air, curling up like smoke from a chimney.

"This is awesome," he admitted, uncharacteristically shyly. "Thank you for showing me."

"Well, we're not done yet," replied Gale, in an equally jolly mood. "Next, we must build a snowman."

Astarion's eyes lit up and he scrambled off the ground, impatiently pulling his husband up. The latter laughed at the blond's eagerness, but wasted no time to lead him further onto the field to instruct the snowman-building process.

"You start with a small snowball, like so, and roll it across the ground so that it'll gather up more snow and grows. That's why it's important to do this somewhere where there's enough snow."

"And what if there isn't?"

"Well, then, you can technically just stack three small snowballs on top of each other, but it'll look rather sad that way."

"Better a sad snowman than no snowman at all."

"Maybe. Now, keep rolling it, no slacking off."

"Hah! You're one to talk!"

"I'm literally creating the second snowball right now, don't project!"

Laughing, Astarion went back to his task until he'd formed a knee-high ball. Gale carried his snowball, which was slightly smaller, over and placed it on top of Astarion's. They fixed them together with a bit of extra snow by patting it onto the seams were the snowballs touched. Then, Gale instructed Astarion to roll a third snowball for the snowman's head. Meanwhile, the brunet stomped off towards the small, tree-lined creek that flowed across the meadow. Panting from the exertion, Astarion placed the third snowball on their art piece. It reached up to his chest. Gale came back with a handful of pebbles, a pinecone, and two twigs. Astarion frowned and asked: "What's that for?"

"The details, of course. Otherwise, our snowman just looks like an sad-looking tower," Gale explained cheerfully. "Here, use the pebbles to give him a pair of eyes and a smile."

Astarion did as he was told while beaming with childlike excitement. Gale completed the snowman by using the pinecone as a nose and the twigs as arms. Then, they took a step back to admire their work.

"Look at this distinguished gentleman," Gale joked. "A true looker. All the snowwomen on the field will fall for his charm."

"Just like all the other snowfolks," Astarion added, grinning. They chuckled and looked at their creation again.

"We did that," said the blond, sounding awestruck. "I did that. I've never thought I ever will. Thank you, Gale." He pulled his husband into a kiss. "This is a gift, you know, and I won't forget it."

"It's just a snowman and a few snow angels," the addressed replied, confused.

"No. It's more than that." Astarion kissed him again. "You gave me the world."

The embrace tightened, their tongues tangled, their breaths mingled. For a moment, it was just the two of them, and the rest of the world faded out of existence. When they finally parted, they were both panting and flushed.

"Come on, I want to show you something else," Gale smiled and took Astarion's hand to lead him to the creek. The stream was in a slightly slanted bed, and a simple wooden fence marked the slope. Gale pointed at the icicles growing from the wood which glinted in the sunlight.

"There's so much beauty in the small and simple things," he mused. "It's rather astonishing to think that it's simply frozen water. Imagine the art you could create if you could bent water to your liking. The sculptures you could bring to life." With a happy, little sigh, Gale leaned against the fence to gaze at the half-frozen creek. "The way the sky reflects on the ice is marvellous. And did you know that each individual snowflake has a unique structure? Scientists discovered this thanks to microscopes. It truly is -"

His rambling was interrupted when Astarion draped himself across Gale's back, wrapped his arms around him, and kissed his exposed neck.

"Mmh, truly fascinating," the blond teased. "But what's even more fascinating, is you."

With that, he shoved his gloveless hands under Gale's jacket, flicked open his pants, and palmed his dick. The brunet gasped, leaning heavily against the fence.

"Astarion," he breathed. "We're in public!"

"Mhm, and I know it turns you on," purred the addressed. "Someone has a bit of a danger kink."

He accentuated his words with a bite to Gale's neck, making the latter moan. The brunet tightened his grip on the wooden fence. A reply was on the tip of his tongue, but the tantalizing combination of a squeeze and a slide of Astarion's hand along his dick made him keen instead, all his verbosity lost due to the sensation. Astarion grinned like the cat that got the canary and let his fingers glide along the silky skin. He knew exactly how Gale liked to be teased. With his other hand, he blindly fumbled for one of the icicles growing on the underside of the fence. Then, he trailed it up Gale's erection.

"Oooh, that's cold!" gasped the latter, jumping in Astarion's grip. The blond chuckled gleefully, teasing "It'll warm up soon." as he brought the rapidly melting icicle towards the glans, rubbing the slit.

"It would be small enough for sounding," Astarion grinned, and Gale's knees almost buckled as he whined. "Just imagine how an icicle would feel like entering your dick. How that ice-cold hardness would slide into your urethra."

"Fuck, Astarion..." keened the brunet, bucking into the cold hand wrapped around him. The addressed felt rather proud that he’d made Gale swear.

"Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you?" he purred into his husband's ear. "We must explore that little fantasy of yours soon."

Gale's breath hitched and he groaned in anticipation. He thrust into Astarion's cold hand, relishing in the feeling of the small, leftover shard of the icicle rolling up and down the underside of his dick and slightly poking him once in a while. Gale moaned when Astarion pressed his noticeable erection against his ass.

"Ngh... yes! I'm so close," he groaned, fucking into the offered fist. But Astarion didn't let him finish and pulled his hand away. Gale shot him a slightly annoyed glare over his shoulder, but it was somewhat nullified by his wheezing.

"Not yet, darling," teased Astarion. "First, you must earn your reward."

Muttering colourful profanities under his breath, Gale pulled up his trousers and staggered after his husband who was walking upstream.

"Where are we going?" he wanted to know.

"You'll see," was the unhelpful answer.

As they made their way along the creek, they took notice of multiple snowmen and commented on them like they were judges of a fashion show. A very unlucky snowman got his carrot nose stolen by Astarion, who simply shrugged nonchalantly as Gale raised a brow in question.

When they'd almost reached the end of the field, Astarion pulled Gale behind a stack of wrapped haylage bales. As soon as they were hidden, they crashed their lips together and unzipped their pants.

"Fuck, you're hot!" groaned Astarion while grabbing his husband's semi-hardness with a cold hand. Gale made a noise of complaint, but didn't stop his partner from continuing. He was panting in anticipation as he got onto his hands and knees, goosebumps spreading across his skin as the cold dampness of the snow soaked through his trousers.

"Hold this for me, love," Astarion purred and pushed the carrot into Gale's mouth. The latter moaned, curled his tongue around the vegetable, and warmed it up, imagining it was his husband's cock. Meanwhile, Astarion exposed Gale's ass to the harsh winter air and ripped open a package of lube with his teeth. He squirted it onto Gale's hole, impatiently and messily, and quickly inserted two of his fingers, scissoring it open. With his free hand, Astarion started moving the carrot in and out of Gale's mouth in tandem with his fingers in the latter’s hole. Gale had closed his eyes, moaning wantonly, his cock hung heavily between his legs, steadily dripping precum onto the snow below. Astarion withdrew his fingers and the carrot, switching the latter into the other hand, and quickly pushed the vegetable into Gale's ass. The brunet's loud moan was silenced as the blond pushed two fingers into his mouth, pressing down against his wet tongue, causing Gale to drool. Astarion started to fuck the carrot in and out of his husband's hole, watching with satisfaction how the latter's eyes rolled back in his head.

"Gorgeous," he murmured. For a second, Astarion thought about abandoning his plan and fucking Gale's mouth instead of his ass. When the blond pulled his fingers out of the brunet's mouth, a thick string of saliva still connected them with the latter's tongue. Astarion couldn't resist to kiss that sinful mouth before moving behind Gale and opening another package of lube. To keep his hands clean, he squeezed its content onto his husband's crack. The blond quickly freed his erection and rubbed it between Gale's ass cheeks to coat his dick with lube. With satisfaction, he watched how the brunet gasped and dropped down onto his elbows to arch his back. His pink hole winked at Astarion and he took it as an invitation to push his cock inside it. They both moaned in unison, and Astarion held onto Gale's ass to fuck him fast and hard. Gale moaned and mewled as his prostate got stimulated so viciously, drool dripping from his chin and precum from his slit, as his glutes flexed around the cock inside his ass. Astarion was huffing and grunting as he fucked his husband. He was so close already, only a few more pumps and he'd come inside Gale’s warm, tight ass. He closed his eyes, imagining how his cum would trickle from his husband's puffy hole afterwards and how Gale would have to walk home that way. A shiver ran down his spine, the sweat making his skin itch. Astarion felt the tell-tale twinge in his abdomen that signalled his orgasm, thus, he pushed his cock deep into Gale again, his own ass cheeks tensing. Almost there. So close, only a bit more –

"Snow-Wrestling isn't funny, you know?"

The couple startled, whipping around to, in horror, be greeted by the sight of a little girl standing next to them. She was wearing a green one-piece ski suit and a black knit cap with little, red, shiny horns on top and the words "Little devil" embroidered on the front.

"Uhm," Astarion uttered stupidly, still in shock of being caught fucking his husband by a child.

"Having snow shoved into your pants is really nasty," the girl babbled on. "Mattis did it to me once, and I cried because the cold hurt my butt so much." She fixed Astarion with a serious stare. "You shouldn't do that, it's not very nice. Mattis had to apologise to me afterwards and I got ice cream as a treat."

"Uh-hu," Astarion got out, desperately trying to hide the fact that his dick was still deep inside Gale's hole and about to burst. "I - uhm... I'm sorry, Gale. I won't shove snow into your pants again."

The addressed coughed, face burning with embarrassment, and said: "No harm done, but thank you."

As Gale shifted under him, Astarion bit his lip and buried his nails in his partner's love handles. He was about to come.

"See?" beamed the girl. "That wasn't hard, was it?"

"Hurry up, Arabella! Otherwise, Mattis and Silfy reach the top of the hill first and we'll lose the sledding challenge!" shouted another girl who was wearing a red snowsuit but the same knit cap which had slipped over one of her eyes. Cheerfully, the addressed yelled back: "I'm coming!"

So was Astarion, but in a different literary sense. He bit his lip to keep from moaning loudly, his eyes rolling back in his head as he exploded into Gale's ass, who clenched around him with a gasp and covered his groan with a fake cough.

"Okay, I'm going now," warbled Arabella. "It was nice to meet you. Bye!"

"Bye!" the men wheezed in unison. With laughter, the girl sprinted away and joined her friend.

"Holy shit!" gasped Astarion.

"You came in me while a child was present!" hissed Gale. "Get off me! Immediately!"

The addressed did as he was told as fast as if he'd been burned, and fell backwards onto his own ass while trying to pull up his pants.

"Fuck, that's cold!" Astarion yelped while Gale, with a scowl and popping knees, got up and fastened his trousers. He glared down at his husband and stated: "We'll never do this ever again."

"Fucking outside, or fucking while a child ogles us?" asked Astarion, fluttering his eyelashes.

"Both," Gale hissed.

"Aww, really? I thought you enjoyed our public display of affection."

"Okay, the latter," Gale grumbled after a pause for thought, and Astarion grinned like the cat that got the canary.

"I knew it, you little freak!" The blond kissed the brunet deeply. "And just to clarify; I love that you're an absolute freak."

Gale snorted inelegantly and gave Astarion a peck before taking his hand and tugging him back onto the path to walk home.

[unsolicited-opinions]

Actual workplace conversation:

Catholic Workplace Acquaintance: Why would any non-Catholics celebrate Christmas?! It's the celebration of Jesus' birth!"

[Being who I am, I regarded this as a sincere question and attempted to answer it. The protestants present listened with curiosity, so I kept going]

Me: Well, first, Christmas wasn't always about Jesus. Solstice, Yule, and Saturnalia all pre-date the celebration of Jesus' birth as a winter holiday. Festivals in the West developed to take place in the darkest, coldest part of winter, using community to ward off the physical and emotional cold.

When Catholics conquered places in the West, they'd take a sacred building and slap a cross on it, saying "There! Now it's a cathedral!"

They did the same thing with western winter festivals. They appropriated them and said they were now about Jesus' birthday. December 25th was the date of the winter solstice in the Roman calendar.

Not even Catholic scholars claim Jesus was born on December 25th.

This was just a way to appropriate a local pagan holiday for Catholic purposes.

Catholic Workplace Acquaintance: But NOW it's about Jesus' birthday! Why would non-Catholics celebrate it?

Me: Okay, first we'll set aside the millions of Christians who are not Catholic, including Orthodox Christians, Anglicans, and a wide variety of protestants, and save for later that you're casually invalidating their faith because it's not your approved flavor of Christianity:

About 70% of Americans call themselves Christians and only about 20% of those are Catholics. I get that your world is Catholic. But the greater world is about 70% non-Christian and Catholics make up only about half of the world's Christians. But let's set aside your view that non-Catholic Christians aren't real Christians for later because I think what you really want to know is why people who do not worship Jesus as a god would celebrate Christmas.

[At this point, the protestants present were sort of enjoying this]

For a lot of Christians, sure, the winter holiday season is presently about celebrating the birth of Jesus. For others, it has remained/reverted more like a Solstice or Yule celebration. At a time of the year which is cold and dark, they come together with family and friends to create their own warmth and light. Family, friends, food, music, merriment, gift-giving, charity, generousity...none of these things require a metaphysical position or a belief in the divinity of Jesus or the day on which no Christian scholar believes Jesus was born.

Catholic Workplace Acquaintance: But...it's ABOUT Jesus' birth...

Me: For many throughout the world, it just isn't. Jesus wasn't born in December, Jesus factually isn't the "reason for the season" and never was except when Catholics appropriated the holidays of others- so celebrating the holiday as something other than a celebration of Jesus' birth shouldn't bother even the most devout Catholic...who can continue to celebrate their savior's birth as best suits them and their family as their traditions, beliefs, and and preferences dictate.

Christians who make the complaint that Christmas requires Christ are simply noticing that the holiday their ancestors appropriated is continually being taken back. They don't have to like it, but complaining about how others celebrate or claiming that Catholics should have a lock on it because they stole it fair and square seems parochial, tribalistic, ahistoric, and silly.

[Now the protestants in the room were chuckling, but my Catholic Workplace Acquaintance seemed to take great offense]

Catholic Workplace Acquaintance: All I hear is a sound like the teacher on Peanuts. BWAH-BWAH-BWAHA-MWAHA."

[...and she started to flounce away]

Me: ...Wow. Okay...well...Merry Christmas. And that's from a Jewish atheist.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yule

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saturnalia

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Usual disclaimer, don't feel like you have to answer this if you don't have time, but do you know anything about the intentions behind the Yule tradition of decorating the tree? About all I know is that's where the Christmas tradition originated. Thank you in advance!

Hello witch anon! <3

This Christmas/Yule I'm doing a sort of toned-down version. I'm pretty worn down with work this year, family stuff, accumulative grief etc. so my decorating and food will be at the minimum. One thing I always adhere to, is getting a real tree. When I was a kid we used to get a full-sized tree but now a real "tabletop" tree costs about the same amount a large tree used to cost. But it's worth it. (I can't really afford $70-80 for a full sized tree at this time.) I don't buy much else because the rest of the decorations are quite old. The tree is really special. We used to use all the old Shiny Brites from the 50s and 60s but many of them have become too fragile to put up without us being worried they'll break. With a smaller tree we have less space to decorate. A couple strings of colored lights (might be only one this year because the tree is so bloody tiny), and a mixture of antique ornaments from my mother's childhood, some from mine in the 90s. Lots of handmade things, some cloth woodland creatures, and a star I made as a child with a toilet roll and foil. A humble yet colorful tree full of family memories. Handmade ornaments are really significant because it's anti-capitalist and saves money, but most importantly the time you take to create something is a symbol of your love of the season.

As far as other objects on the tree, food, typically berries, are used to symbolize several things. With holly I believe it is meant to symbolize the blood of Christ, but in terms of strings of berries I think they are meant to feed birds - that I'm not sure about. I believe any food on the tree, often fruit, was meant to be an offering to Odin but I would have to look into that more. I tend to put little fake birds on the tree because I personally see birds as a symbol of life, endurance, and hope during a long winter but I'm not sure if that is a tradition anyone else has. We have some bells on the tree, which are a symbol of warding off evil spirits (for me, just to ward off negativity).

The history of Christmas is complex and I need time to properly research it but here is what I understand to be true about our modern Christmas, that originated in Germany and Europe. According to the U.S. Department of Agriculture putting lights on the tree symbolize spirits of the dead. Lights on the tree, traditionally actual candles, can signify the return of light after the darker days before the Winter Solstice (Saturday, December 21, 2024 in the northern hemisphere this year). Pagans used to bring evergreens into their homes to represent everlasting life and fertility. Cuttings can be pricey these days so we have our usual fake swags that go up, and a large fake wreath we've had for years.

We never put the tree up before Thanksgiving. While we don't celebrate that holiday in a nationalistic way, for us it's just being thankful for the food we have. And so Christmas is more of the same but I don't like to mix the two holidays. I'm not Christian but I'm aware that Christmas and Yule are blended with traditional pagan practices.

I highly recommend Lucy Worsley's 12 Days of Tudor Christmas which goes into some excellent detail about pagan origins of Christmas traditions that we've been celebrating for the last 4-500 years. You can view this series on PBS, Prime, etc.

This blog has some great information as well.

Please feel free to message me again if you'd like to know about my other Christmas/Yule traditions.