#thanktival

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On the 11th Day of Thanktival...

Prompt: Stupid Deaths

*theme song playing ominously in the distance*

(A couple of these text post have an image or ask edited out)

[spineless-lobster]

Don’t forget to leave your presents out for chompus tonight lest he come and eat you instead <333

[roseg96]

Thanktival day 4! Fancy Dress Party 🎉 A Polaroid of The Captain, Pat and Fanny dressed as Julius Caesar, Maverick (Top Gun) and Jessica Fletcher (Murder She Wrote) respectively ✨

What do you think the other ghosts went as? I’d say Thomas- Shakespeare, Julian- Dr. Frank N Furter, Kitty- Cinderella (obvs), Mary- Hermonie Granger, Robin- Buzz Lightyear and Humphrey- Charles I

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Happy thanktival, everyone! 🎁

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HAPPY THANKTIVAL EVE!!! I CANT WAIT FOR CHOMPUS TO COMEEEEE

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Thanktival treeee

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@excusemewotdidyousaytome

Just a variation of a previous drawing of Ho-Tan but this time with a festive twist.

I wanted to do the others but ran out of time before I went on holiday.

Thanktival Bang 2021 - Day 25

Holiday prompt: Holiday Jumpers

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#happy thanktival to those who celebrate

YONDERLAND (2013 - 2016) | 03x09 "It's the Thought that Counts"

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On the 3rd Day of Thanktival...

Prompt: One-Off Character

Some of my favourite single-episode characters in Yonderland

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Oh, these two…! So sweet and fluffy and warm~ >.< And I always love mentions of Gabriel being so happy to grow her hair out and Ian playing with it ^^

12 Days of Thanktival — Day 5: Cuddling For Warmth

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[AO3 link]

Relationships: Ian/Gabriel Montoya

Characters: Ian, Gabriel Montoya

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Summary: Of all the things Gabriel hates about living in England, the cold has got to be one of the worst. Luckily Ian knows what to do about it.

A/N: I can’t believe I’ve never written Ian/Gabriel before this… It’s weird how cute they are as a ship when they literally never interact in canon. I love them so much though.

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As Long as You’re Holding Me

“How was your day?” Ian called as Gabriel opened the door to their little house, basking in the slight blast of warm air from inside.

“It was fun,” she replied, stamping her boots to rid them of snow. “Exhausting though. I will never understand how the twins manage to have so much energy between them. I don’t know how Bill and Anne cope.”

“I’m afraid things haven’t been going so great here,” Ian said. “We’re out of firewood again. I’d go and get some more but I think most of the market stalls will be closed this time of night.”

Gabriel felt a shiver run through her entire body. She’d been out skating on the Thames with Susanna, Judith and Hamnet all day, and her thin woollen garments had done very little to keep her warm. She’d spent most of the way home looking forward to curling up by the fire with Ian as she trudged through the snow, blowing on her fingers for warmth. And now, just like that, all her hopes had been dashed. It would be another cold night, following another cold day—as all winter nights in England seemed to be.

As she came inside, she tried to remind herself to be grateful. At least she had a home to return to, and Ian waiting for her when she did. At least she had work, thanks to Bill, work where she could be herself, without the more… unpleasant things her previous profession had entailed. But as she began removing her drenched outer layers, and a gust of cold air went through her body, she let out a curse.

“I have had it up to here with este maldito frío!” she swore, raising her fist as if hitting the door as hard as she could would solve her problems.

“What’s wrong, my love?” Ian asked, appearing in the doorway.

“Nothing,” Gabriel said, sitting down to unlace her boots. “Todo está bien.” They’d always known they were going to have to tighten their belts this winter—being an actress didn’t exactly pay well, and Ian had been out of work since the mill had closed down due to half of its workers dying of the plague.

“Okay,” Ian said, seeming doubtful. “Well I’m glad you had a fun day, at least. I’ve been trying to sort something out for dinner… it seems like we’ll be having bread and cheese, since we can’t cook anything.”

“I’m sorry,” Gabriel said, moving to take him by the hands. “I should have stayed behind to help you today. It’s just that Bill and Anne needed someone to supervise the kids at the last minute…”

“Jesus, your hands are freezing,” Ian said. “And no wonder, with what the weather’s like out there. Come on in and let’s get you warmed up. You’ve got to get these damp clothes off, and wrap up as warm as you can. I’ll get the good blankets from the cupboard.”

Gabriel followed Ian gratefully as he led her to their bedroom and helped her to change into her warmest clothes, before hanging her wet things out to dry. She took the thick blanket he offered her as well, and wrapped it around her shoulders, sitting down on the bed. When Ian was done, he came and perched next to her.

“You still look miserable, Gabriel,” he said, taking her hands in his. They were rough from years of physical labour, and most importantly, warm. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s nothing, mi amor,” she said. “I am just fed up with how cold your stupid country is.”

“I’m so sorry, Gabriel,” Ian said. “I’ll get more firewood tomorrow. I thought we’d still have enough to get us through the week if we cut back a bit… I should have been more careful with what we had…”

“This is not your fault, Ian,” Gabriel said, reaching out to stroke his hair. “I know how hard you’ve been trying to find another job, and I’m happy just to be here with you… Tomorrow I will go to Bill and Anne’s and see if they can lend us some spare firewood, just enough to get through the week.”

Ian smiled at her. “I love you, Gabriel. More than anything. Come here.” He opened his arms out to her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Here. You’ll warm up quicker if we huddle together.”

Gabriel smiled and opened her arms, shifting the blanket around her shoulders so that it covered both of them. Ian wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close, so her head rested on his chest. He was right—she did feel a little warmer with the heat from his body surrounding her, and the sound of his heart beating in her ear.

“Okay, this is nice,” she said, smiling into the rough fabric of his shirt. In response, he slid his hands into her hair and began teasing it from its tight braids. It had grown a lot since moving to England, and now hung down almost to her shoulders. It was long enough now that she could tie it back when she went about her daily life, a fact that never ceased to bring her joy. Now, with Ian absent-mindedly running his fingers through her hair, she had to concede that some things were better here than they had been back in Spain.

Okay, a lot of things were better. The weather was just… one of the few exceptions.

“I love you too, by the way,” she said. “Every day I remember how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

“Me too,” Ian said, and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“Maybe we could just… stay like this. Until spring comes.” She smiled to herself. “If it’s good enough for the bears and the squirrels, surely it’s good enough for us.”

Ian laughed warmly, and she felt his shoulders shaking behind her head. “That does sound romantic, in a way. But what about your career? Our friends?”

“I suppose you’re right. It looks like we will have to go out in the cold again.”

“Yes,” Ian said. “But for tonight… there’s nowhere else we have to be.”

“Good,” Gabriel said. “Because I’m not moving.” She buried herself deeper into Ian’s arms. And even though she couldn’t see his face, she could practically feel the warmth of his smile.

[spineless-lobster]

You there, boy! What day is it?

Today sir? Why, it’s Thanktival day!

[roseg96]

Day 3 of Thanktival, one off character!

Commander Spink from yonderland 💖 this is genuinely one of my favourite jokes ever 😂

P.S This month has been non stop so I’ll be joining in on thanktival when I can 🥰

[iris-in-the-rain]

On the twelfth day of Thanktival,

my true love sent to me

Twelve magic realms

Eleven Elders eldering

Ten ninnies ninnying

Nine Parvuli singing

Eight eaten presents

Seven cast-off robes

Six Elders' Youngers

Five Debbie wigs!

Four Monks of Truth

Three flying Demons

Two ancient scrolls

And the last fruit in the Pipple Tree!

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Aw, Pete! I love how readily he believes everything and how excited he is to go to Yonderland~ He’s still confused about ghosts tho XD

Thanktival 2022 - Day 6 - Yonderland

Title: Crazy [AO3]

Characters: Debbie/Pete

Prompt: Fix-It Fic

Summary: Debbie accidentally tells Pete about Yonderland.

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Crazy

“First it was the rats, then it was the ghosts. Then I thought that you were seeing someone else. I know it sounds mad. I just knew that, you know, something wasn’t right.” Pete took a deep breath before he said the words Debbie had been dreading to hear since the day Elf appeared in her house for the first time. “But now I know what’s going on.”

“I’m sorry,” she blurted out before he could say any more. She reached across the table to take his hands in hers – her palm cold and clammy and his warm and reassuring. “I should have told you right from the start – and I tried to! So many times! But who would believe someone if they said there’s a magic portal in their cupboard that leads to a strange world straight out of a fantasy novel that has somehow decided that they’re the Chosen One sent to save them? I thought you’d think I’m crazy if I told you, Pete.”

Pete blinked at her, slack-jawed and just a little too wide-eyed for both of them to actually be on the same page right now. Debbie’s stomach dropped.

Oh no, she thought. This can’t be happening.

“You weren’t talking about Yonderland, were you?” she asked in dismay.

Pete slowly shook his head. “I don’t even know what that is.”

“Oh god,” Debbie exclaimed and let go of his hands. She’d just ruined everything – her marriage, her family, her whole life in this world. She’d be lucky if Pete would still let her see the kids after this, if he’d let her stay the night until she could figure out where to go, if he didn’t call the–

“Debs, hey.” There was a soft touch on her shoulder and Debbie sucked in a shaky breath before she forced herself to look up into his beloved face. When she found no judgement there, only mild concern and curiosity, tears unbidden welled up in her eyes. Pete’s face softened and he let his hand slide from her shoulder down to her hand to intertwine their fingers. “Breathe, love.”

Debbie choked out a laugh. She’d just told him about a magic world in her cupboard and here he was, telling her to breathe as if this was a perfectly normal thing to mention out of nowhere. She loved this man with her whole heart, sometimes so much that she didn’t know what to do with herself, and right now she couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have found someone as kind and loyal and understanding as Peter Maddox to share her life with.

“I’ll go make us a cup of tea, all right?” he said with another squeeze to her hand.

Debbie silently watched him move around the kitchen, every now and then shaking her head at the absurdity of it all. When he set a steaming cup down in front of her – her favourite, both the tea and the cup – her heart warmed. “Thanks.”

Pete smiled at her and reached for his own cup. “So, Yonderland.”

“Right,” Debbie said. She took a deep breath and began to explain everything to him – the day she met Elf and Nick, the prophecy, her evil twin sister and the craziness of Yonderland as a whole that started with the Elders and ended with wizards, monsters and demons. Pete remained quiet throughout it all and listened attentively until she ran out of things to say.

Then, with a thoughtful look on his face he said, “So, the Chosen One, huh?”

Debbie nodded. “Yeah, lucky me.”

She’d meant it in a sarcastic way but Pete actually looked a little gobsmacked as he mulled it over. “I knew you were a badass when you gave birth to the twins but saving a whole world? That’s – that’s so cool, Debs!” 

“Realm,” Debbie corrected him automatically before giving him a sceptical look. “And cool? Really?”

“Yes! So cool!” Pete exclaimed without a hint of hesitation. “And it’s all in our cupboard, you say? So the ghosts came from there?”

He pointed at the cupboard door and Debbie groaned. “No, Pete, there were no ghosts. Just a tiny man in a box who liked to wander around.”

Pete didn’t let that deter him. He kept pointing at the door, almost vibrating with excitement. “But he came from there – Yonderland? Like the elf?”

“Yes,” Debbie said patiently.

“Wow,” Pete breathed. “Can I meet him? The elf, I mean, and the Elders and wizards and–“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on,” Debbie said, holding up her hand. “You want to what now?”

Pete beamed at her, reminding her of an overexcited Labrador – or Ben as he’d proudly shown her how he’d, “prettied up the wall,” with his felt tip pens. “Meet them! Come with you to Yonderland! Let’s go right now!”

“Yeah, no,” Debbie said. “It doesn’t work like that. Elf has to open the portal from the other side.”

“Even better!” Pete said, not letting this dampen his spirits in the slightest. “That means we’ll have time to tell the kids and can take them with us!”

Debbie blinked. “You want to tell Ben and Hayley?”

Pete gave her an incredulous look. “Of course I do! I mean, our cupboard leads to freaking Narnia, Debbie! They’re going to love this!”

Debbie supposed he had a point. She’d never really allowed herself to see the magical side of it all, too worried about Pete’s reaction to even consider the possibility that he could be intrigued by Yonderland just as much as she had been when Elf had pulled her through the portal for the first time. As for the kids – Debbie couldn’t really imagine Ben and Hayley not loving Yonderland now that she was thinking about it. Knowing them, they’d immediately latch onto the Elders and adopt them as honourary grandparents or something. With the exception of Trevor, perhaps. Debbie had a feeling that at least one of the twins would try to lick him to see if he tasted how he looked – like jelly. Come to think of it, she wouldn’t put it past Pete either.

The thought made her grin. For the first time since she’d accidentally shared her biggest secret Debbie found herself smiling up at Pete – not with happiness and relief but with sheer excitement.

“You’re right,” she said. “The twins will love Yonderland.”

“So you’ll be taking us with you the next time your elf appears in our cupboard?” Pete asked. When Debbie nodded, he jumped, pumped his fist into the air and yelled, “Yes!”

Debbie laughed and placed her hands on his shoulders to pull him into a kiss.

“I love you,” she whispered against his lips. “Thanks for not thinking I’m crazy.”

Pete had the cheek to grin at her. “Not more than usual, anyway.”

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it's a late night

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Yonderland version of secret Santa: secret chompus, in which everone secretly eats someone else's presents