#the devil who stole christmas

[creonininkwell]

Christmas Drabble

It’s late I know, but I wanted to share this still, in compensation for the lack of Cuphead content lately. Long story drabble warning

Creon was actually on an expedition to suss out a possible lead to a magical artifact. She didn’t expect to make it home in time for Christmas. Heck, even Lucy/Devil didn’t think that they’d finish in time. Sadly the location and said artifact was a bust, since Mortimer Freeze didn’t have any particular artifact that fit that description. Thankfully, Creon and Lucy/Devil didn’t have to continue fighting Mortimer. Mortimer thought they were after the Icy Sugar Cubes he was guarding. Mortimer was a bit confused when the “intruders” were willing to stop fighting. Mortimer is so used to having to scare away thieves and intruders. In truth, it’s been too long since he’s had legit visitors who don’t mean him any ill-will. At least Creon has no ill will, Lucy/Devil was all for turning Mortimer into a puddle. Sometimes, chasing away said intruders is the only interaction Mortimer gets. 

Instead they attended his early (impromptu) Christmas party. Lucy/Devil begrudgingly went along with the festivities since Creon preferred to not prolong fighting, and she also felt sorry for Mortimer. Mortimer was clearly a lonely guy, with a heavy task of guarding the Icy Sugar Cubes. To cope with his prolonged isolation and the lack of visitors (and being wary of thieves coming after the Icy Sugar Cubes), he made his own cult and his own cult members. Creon managed to get Lucy/Devil to let loose and have fun when they had a skate-off on the very durable ice conjured by Mortimer. Creon is always paranoid about breaking the ice if she lets loose when ice-skating. They also let Mortimer show off his fortune-telling skills.

Creon immediately heads home, with hopes of getting home to enjoy Christmas with the Cup family. She definitely shocked them. At first they freaked out thinking she was an unhinged ax murderer that broke into the house. Creon managed to help salvage their burnt christmas tree by giving it a Charlie-Brown treatment. They cut off stray pine tree branches and tied them to twine or string, Then they lined those strings to form a 3D silhouette of a cone, and proceed to decorate with more handmade decorations of paper and origami. They can add another method of tree decorating to their tree-dition.

Maybe there are more days before Christmas eve so that gives Creon more time to prepare Lucy/Devil’s present. She was really lucky to have prepared the cup family’s presents before leaving for her expedition. Also they have time to prepare for food. The cup family get to have fun traditions of cooking more of Creon’s favorite dishes or winter treats. Creon also gets to test out using the Icy Sugar Cubes she was gifted to make Bingsu (Shaved Ice) or other desserts such as fresh fruit tarts. 

As for the Devil, when He does go to the North Pole to ask Santa about the “Nice” list, the results are quite different. In this AU, the Devil is still THE #1 on the “Naughty” list. But He did actually do a few good things. His overwhelming deeds of evil and malice overshadow those few good deeds. There were a few years where the Devil was actually decent in the Medieval period, and present day where He’s questionably okay as “Lucius Mayweather.”

The Devil is very confused and doesn’t remember that bit during the Medieval times. But then the Devil gets the brilliant idea of staying close with Creon all throughout as “Lucy.” Santa reluctantly agrees, but he keeps bringing up that the Devil is STILL technically lying to Creon by being in disguise. The Devil swears with confidence that He’ll be a “perfect” angel, and then immediately recoils in disgust at what He just said.

Lucy/Devil knocks on the Cup residence door, and Creon happens to answer the door. She did not expect a visit from Lucy, and He mostly doesn’t come by at all (except for the few times He initially hounded Creon for a date, so He could curse her with a demonic artifact). Lucy/Devil lies about how He wanted to spend Christmas with His good friend and maybe experience what it’s like to spend Christmas the “Plebeian way.” Creon is kinda annoyed, but also creeped out by how desperate Lucy is trying to get into the house. She tries to explain why He can’t just invite himself, how she still doesn’t trust Lucy around Cuphead and Mugman, and mostly everyone doesn’t like Him. Creon wants a stress-free (close to it) Christmas, and she knows Lucy will make things really stressful and uncomfortable for everyone. 

As Lucy/Devil tries to brute force His way through the door, He causes Creon to step back a bit. At the same time, Cuphead and Mugman were walking close by with something fragile or crucial for Christmas prep. One of them tripped over Creon’s legs, and chaos ensued. Two crying children, a mess, and a pissed off Creon. I’m not sure what they dropped. Maybe it was more personalized decorations for their “fixed” tree. Or some ingredient for a meal they were looking forward to tasting. Or it was their surprise present for Creon. Lucy/Devil realizes that He’s utterly f***ed. Creon is furious that Lucy/Devil made her boys cry. Creon rips into Him, telling Him to never darken their doorstep, and that He could forget about His present. Creon had originally prepared a gift for Him, but now she’s lost any goodwill for Him at that moment.

Lucy/Devil is in shock at being so rudely booted from the cottage. But most of all, He feels hurt and rejected. Not only were His plans to be “nice” ruined, but He was rejected and denied from even partaking in something. The feeling of rejection festers and now He’s in a horrible mood. In fact He’s in no mood to even hear out Santa’s other option to get on the “Nice” list. And why should He lower Himself to any other being? He’s the Devil, He bows to no one. He decides to just hold Santa hostage. And now with how hurt He feels, He wants everyone to hurt.

What better way to get what He wants AND hurt people than stealing everyone’s Christmas? If He can’t get His choo choo, no one gets their presents. Devil brings a small chunk of imps and demons to storm the North Pole. To be extra spiteful, He broadcasts all over the world that He has captured Santa and that Christmas is finished. Creon and the family were actually in the city getting some last minute supplies when the global broadcast was made. 

Creon decides to go and save Santa, for her boys. The Devil has not only ruined everyone’s Christmas, but He ruined the boys Christmas. She reluctantly takes the boys with her when they beg to go with her. After briefly making sure they’re equipped for the frigid cold and packed a few supplies, Creon manages to secure the fastest flight with Hildaberg. The boys secretly want to go to Santa in hopes that they can convince Santa to put Creon on the “Nice” list. They’re still horrified at the concept of Santa not existing, since Santa has been around for so long in this world. In a way, they want to give Creon a piece of a childhood she was deprived of.

The journey to Santa’s Workshop was a bit rough, due to the elements and cold. Creon was actually guided by a large white reindeer. All three were able to hitch a ride with their ethereal guide. Along the way, they also ran into some angry winter denizens that heard the white reindeer’s call. They happen to be Santa’s oldest friends and also provide certain supplies for Santa’s toy production. They came to assist Creon in saving Santa.

Mortimer Freeze had heard rumors about a crazy b!t(h going to save Santa from the Devil. Realizing it’s his new friend, he sends his whale to ferry some snow golems to help Creon. Due to the Devil’s hostile takeover, the magic that kept the workshop hidden and secure was weakened. That and the yuletide beings know the way. Let’s just say that the imps guarding outside were not expecting someone to actually storm the workshop.

The rescue party easily subdues all the imps and the demons. The white reindeer freed all of Santa’s reindeer and proceeded to riot. Cuphead and Mugman have fun pelting imps with their slingshots and just causing a lot of chaos and property damage. While a siege was taking place, the Devil was threatening Santa into putting the Devil on the “Nice” list. Apparently, Santa won’t give anyone a present if they’re not on the “Nice” list.

Finally the Devil got the brilliant idea to threaten to destroy the presents instead. It’s at that moment that Creon rushes into Santa’s office, and yeets a giant, mahogany nutcracker at the Devil. A brawl ensues. With Santa freed, he’s able to call for the E.L.F.S (Effective Liberating Flight Squad) to help (guess which film I referenced). With Creon wielding the giant spoon , she’s made it easier to subdue the Devil with her new allies.

Sadly, a small chunk of presents were destroyed during the chaos, and some parts of the workshop are in need of repair. Santa uses his magic to slowly get things operational again. Santa’s friends pitch in and bring supplies needed. Creon also persuaded (threatens)  the remaining imps and demons that they need to pitch in as reparation for assaulting the North Pole. Stickler and Elf Stickler do end up pointing out that they do need to “pay up.” The hostile takeover was an unprovoked offense, so the Devil has to deal. 

Now the problem is that there’s not enough time for Santa to deliver the presents. Then Santa asks Creon to help deliver. Creon is unsure how she’d be of any help since she doesn’t have magic; only for the white reindeer to nudge Creon into accepting the role. Santa and all the other winter denizens are familiar with this mysterious reindeer. It rarely comes to strangers or even anyone else. Only Santa and other winter demi-beings know of it. Legends say that Santa’s reindeer are descendants of this very reindeer.

The reindeer is quite comfortable with helping Creon in this rather daunting task. Daunting because it’s freaking Santa Claus, for realsies. Someone Creon never thought she’d ever meet in her lifetime, no thanks to her gene-donor’s malicious child-rearing skills (or lack of). At this point, Creon got fed up with just calling the reindeer “buddy” and asked if it wanted a name. To everyone’s surprise, the Reindeer cleverly reveals its name with kiddy alphabet blocks, spelling Lior.

With Santa going light-speed, and Creon covering other regions of the world, they actually make it in time. Creon actually brought Cuphead and Mugman to be her eyes and ears when delivering presents without having to enter houses or squeeze through chimneys. Creon’s been getting more creative with using the spoon to deliver presents. Some of Mortimer’s tinier snow minions help out as well.

They managed to finish everything on the stroke of midnight. The workshop is fully repaired and operational. The elves had prepared some refreshments and treats so everyone is chilling and having a mini Christmas party. The Devil is still bound in magical wrapping paper and ribbons, sulking in a corner, guarded by the E.L.F.S members. Henchman occasionally tries to feed the Devil some hot cocoa or cookies.

Santa reveals that he decided to give Cuphead and Mugman their presents personally as a job well done. Both boys are ecstatic, especially Cuphead. Cuphead didn’t think he’d be on the “Nice” list since he was aware that he was a bit naughty this year. When Santa reveals Cuphead’s present, the same train set the Devil wanted, everyone nearby witnesses the Devil’s brief joy at the train set.

Creon is the first one to connect the dots, and she is pissed and completely drained at the absurdity of it all. When Santa confirms that all of this fuss was because the Devil wanted to get on the “Nice” list to get a toy train and failed to be “nice,” everyone nearby is quite flabbergasted about the situation. The Devil is embarrassed that He’s been outed, but He gets more pissed when He notices that Creon is actually looking at Him with pity. 

The Cup brothers then remember their REAL mission for tagging along for the North Pole. They plead their case to Santa to put Creon on the “Nice” list. Creon is really touched by this, but she assures them that her meeting the OG real Santa is already good enough for her. But lo and behold, Santa reveals that due to Creon’s presence, Santa finally decided on making a third list for people in-between the “nice” and “naughty” scale. They won’t get the present they want, but they’ll get some form of gift to acknowledge that their good efforts have been noticed.

Creon is honestly confused, because she can’t be that one exception and there must’ve been others like her before. Surprisingly, not a lot. And if there were, they’ve fallen out of the Christmas spirit, become too jaded, or slid too far into the “Naughty” scale. Creon is overwhelmed as Santa explains how moved he was with Creon’s many moments of altruism, protectiveness, and love during her time here in Inkwell. Now, since Creon personally came to free Santa and help him, that’s automatically bumped her up to the “Nice” list. 

Then Creon asks Santa if she can forfeit her spot on the “Nice” list for someone else instead. She asks that the Devil take her spot so He can get the train set He desperately wants. Everyone is shocked. The Devil is shocked, then enraged at the thought of His enemy giving Him any ounce of pity. Creon legitimately feels sorry for the Devil, and how He actually tried to be “nice” for once in His immortal life, only to fail miserably and resort to blackmailing Santa.

Creon can empathize with how difficult it is to be “nice” or civil to people, especially people that annoy her or just downright deplorable. In a way, with how $h!tty this year probably was for Him (losing souls, getting humiliated and sucker-punched), she can see how He probably wanted something nice for a change.  

Cuphead and Mugman are really outraged, but they begrudgingly respect her decision. Then Cuphead has an epiphany and tells Creon to keep her earned “nice” spot. Cuphead can kind of understand where the Devil is coming from. Cuphead also has a difficult time being nice, and he admitted this initially. But after the memorable memories of tonight, he truly understands what Elder Kettle meant about how Christmas was about cherishing people close and dear.

And Creon has been a great example of compassion and goodwill (most of the time), that he wants to extend that goodwill to the one being who clearly needs it the most. After all, it’s not like anyone else is going to give the Devil a present, right? Cuphead also explains to Mugman that he’s going to remember this night and cherish it. It’s not everyday that a kid goes to Santa’s workshop, helps save Santa and Christmas, and effectively torment the Devil with good ol’ kindness.

Cuphead decides to give his train set to the Devil, despite how vehemently the Devil froths and rages about not wanting any pity presents. Seeing how the Devil is refusing the coveted train, Creon and the Cup brothers start being more aggressive in wishing the Devil a merry Christmas. Then they start piling on why they want to thank the Devil for putting them in scenarios that test and strengthen their bonds. Each scenario brought them closer than ever and reminded them how much they cherish each other. The Devil is begging at this point to be freed from being tortured with kindness.

The Devil is still gift-wrapped so He has to resort to grabbing His pitchfork with His teeth to teleport Him and the army back to Hell. Cuphead gave the train set to Henchman to carry since the Devil kept trying to bite them. Lior actually gifts Creon a peridot gem, by stamping its hoof on the ground. Creon is touched but sad that she has nothing to repay it. Lior seems to not need anything. But it does seem melancholy as it gazes at Creon. Lior gives Creon a departing nudge before going back into the northern wilds.

Santa then gives the tired Cups and Creon a ride back to the cottage. Before leaving, Santa gives Creon a small token; he uses Christmas magic to make Lior’s peridot gem glow with warmth and it is fashioned into a necklace. Creon is honestly tearing up at her first gift from the real Santa. Seeing how Creon is tearing up, he also asks Creon if she’d like a hug. She doesn’t refuse the offer for a hug.

They see Elder Kettle and the goat sleeping near the fireplace, as if he were waiting for them to return. They all decide to just bundle up some blankets and pillows and sleep next to the fire.

When morning comes, everyone is somewhat sleepy but ready to enjoy Christmas. They start off with exchanging gifts. The Cup family has a big surprise for Creon. Elder Kettle reveals that they’ve officially and legally adopted Creon into the family registry. Despite knowing that Creon won’t be here for long, they wanted her to know that she is family to them. Creon is overwhelmed by this. They enjoy preparing for dinner and treats to enjoy, while Creon and Elder Kettle swap stories. Also Creon gives the Cup bros a beginner crossbow lesson. They really wanted to test out their new crossbows that Creon gifted them.

As for the Devil, He immediately crawled to bed after a full hour of burning off the magic gift wrapping. He moped and sulked in embarrassment until He fell asleep. When Christmas morning came, He almost didn’t want to get up. He only got up reluctantly due to Henchman’s insistence. He is surprised to see a giant train set waiting for him. Henchman explains that he built it himself all night, since he figured the Devil wasn’t going to enjoy the train that Cuphead had gifted Him. Henchman had actually chatted up with some of Santa’s elves during that mini Christmas party, so Henchman was able to build it much faster.

The Devil is immensely touched by Henchman’s gift and forethought. Henchman asks the Devil what He plans to do with Cuphead’s train. The Devil’s mood sours and almost burns that train on sight. Instead He orders Henchman to put it away and out of sight. Henchman doesn’t comment about how the boss hasn’t burnt it ash or ordered for permanent disposal. 

Later on, the Devil decides to go out and see if He can squeeze in some Christmas chaos before the day ends. Right before He’s about to start some $h!t, He notices Creon from afar. It seems like she’s been looking for someone, and even asking some people if they’ve seen “Lucy.” Devil is curious so He dons the“Lucius” disguise.

When Lucy/Devil approaches Creon, He’s surprised that Creon wanted to give Him a present. Creon actually apologizes for her harsh words yesterday about not giving Lucy His gift. The other stuff about Him being an invasive and rude creep, she’s not sorry. Creon confesses that despite her distrust of Lucy, she is still grateful for His help. She would’ve died sooner if it weren’t for Lucy. Lucy/Devil doesn’t know what to do with the gratitude, and is shocked that Creon still intended to give Him a present.

Creon had been using some rare spider silk to create a silken ascot tie. Lucy/Devil knows how rare that particular spider silk is. He was there when they barely got out of that one expedition alive. He’s really touched by the care that was put into the handmade gift. Creon has had to practice a lot with using EK’s sewing machine.

Instead of casually snarking about how plain it is, Lucy/Devil genuinely thanks Creon for the gift. Creon is actually surprised by how genuine He is at that moment. They both depart to their respective residences. Creon actually smiles giddily at the thought of calling the cottage “home.” Even though it’s temporary, for now it’s home. The Devil completely forgot about causing chaos after getting a hand-made gift. Suffice it to say, almost everyone had a good Christmas.

[evilwizard]

The Lich Who Stole Christmas

Every tumblrina in tumblr liked Christmas a lot.

But the lich, who lived just north of Tumblr, did not!

The lich hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be his skull wasn’t screwed on quite right. It could be, perhaps, that his skin was too tight.

But I think that the likeliest reason of all… was his heart was encased by a strange lead-lined ball.

“Last year I made something that I thought in would usher

A new age of magic—my prized OrphanCrusher.

But my patents were stolen, and my sweet new invention

Is now being used… with good-ish intentions.

You see, Christmas wishes contain lots of magic;

And my device extracts it through methods so tragic

That I dare not mention them directly here

Though the name might clue in certain readers, I fear.

The Wizard Council, now that they possess this device,

Might use it, this year, to stamp out wizard vice.

Though the process might turn quite a few kids to carrion,

The Wiz Council’s ethics are utilitarian.

So what shall I do? What is to be done?

It seems rather clear that this Christmas can’t come.

But I’ve read a few books, and I know a few tricks

So this year I’ll steal Christmas, while dressed as Saint Nick!”

So the wizard of evil returned to his lair

Stitched a red suit, and did up his hair

Built a sleek sled—and—who among us,

Could hope for a much better Rudolph than Krongus?

They took to the skies, that next Christmas Eve,

And tailgated Santa, whom they hoped to deceive

At every house he left presents, they quickly descended,

And stole the decor and the gifts he’d intended.

And when the dark wizard’s sleigh was full-loaded with gifts,

He tugged at the reigns, and they made for The Rift!

A place where the veil between worlds was thin…

And a brilliant place to dump the gifts in!

“You see,” he told Krongus, as they approached that strange crack,

“Once something goes in, it can never come back!”

“Moreover, it’s perfect,” the wizard did sing,

“For The Rift destroys every part of that thing!”

“Every instance, every atom in all multiverses,

Will be undone as though by my special dark curses.

Not a gram, not a dust speck or mote shall remain,

And no one will even remember their name!”

“But sire,” muttered Krongus, “would it not be more precise,

If you simply put in the OrphanCrusher device?”

The evil wizard thought of this, parking his sleigh in the snow.

He’d made quite a trip, and this seemed quite a blow.

“I do have one here,” he told that weird devil.

“But destroying Christmas seems rather more evil!”

Then, far behind him, and the gifts he had pillaged,

He heard a small noise coming from Tumblr Village.

It was simply a song, of holiday spirit,

But the wizard was utterly shocked just to hear it.

“It came without ribbons! It came without tags!

It came without packages, boxes or bags!”

Then the lich thought of something he hadn’t before.

Could it be Christmas was some kind of contagion or spore?

What happened next? Well, in Tumblr, they say,

The lich’s dead heart exploded that day!

And the combustive force of that villainous blast,

Airlifted the sleigh, and brought it right back,

To the village, where Tumblrinas rejoiced!

Then continued to sing, and lift up their voice.

And back at the rift, the lich, with head in a spin,

At the edge of the rift dropped the OrphanCrusher in.

So Christmas was saved, by accident mostly,

Though performing a good deed turned the bad wizard ghostly.

“Come, Krongus—we must now return to my tower,

While I wait several months to return to full power.”

And at Wizard Council HQ, certain strategist seers,

Saw all this occur through the orbs that they peered.

They smiled, and high-fived, and struck up the band,

Pleased that these events had gone just as planned.

[eoieopda]

the one with mingyu and the twin bed

summary: you brought your boyfriend to your parents’ house for christmas dinner. he can’t get a grip because you can’t keep yours to yourself. pairing: kim mingyu x f!reader type: drabble (smut) | rating: 18+ | wc: 3.5k au: est. relationship, home for the holidays cw: teasing, teasing, teasing; unprotected sex; mingyu is a pouty lil simp; multiple orgasms; reader rides it like she stole it and has to keep him quiet in the process :’) a/n: nobody asked, i just have mingyu brain rot 🥲 🚨 MINORS OR AGELESS BLOGS WHO INTERACT WITH MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED. MY WORK IS NOT FOR YOU.

You might kill him. And really, if that’s not your goal, it’s still the most likely result. This road you’ve chosen starts with a squeeze of his knee under the table, travels up his thigh and — well, Mingyu can imagine how it ends, but not when or where. That’s the problem.

Well, that’s the primary problem. 

The worst part about it all is that you look so unbothered by it all. You’re laughing through conversation with your parents, who sit on the opposite side of the table, like Mingyu isn’t on the brink of passing the fuck out beside you. Like his slacks aren’t squeezing the life out of him in the same torturous way your hand is. 

You’re moving so slowly that the table cloth doesn’t even flutter with your secret ministrations.

He knew you were a devil, but what fresh hell is this?

“— feeling okay?”

Mingyu has to blink himself back into reality to realize he’d been spoken to. Your father, who Mingyu had thankfully met before tonight — and made a positive, sustainable first impression on — looks concerned. His eyebrows furrow the same way yours do when you’re worried.

“Sorry,” Mingyu starts by clearing his throat. He flashes a smile that makes your mother blush, not unlike the way you usually do. “I was daydreaming about that galbi jjim from earlier. Don’t know if I’ll ever eat better.”

That’s a lie, he thinks immediately. Dessert is one seat over, fingertips whispering over his inseam, and Mingyu’s mouth is already watering at the thought. But he’s stuck. You’re untouchable as long as the pair of you are at this table, and you’re untouchable upstairs for more reasons than one. 

Your mother is flustered — so is Mingyu, but for an entirely different reason — and she glances up at your father. His smile is a flat line, but it reads like approval. She elbows him gently.

“See, yeobo?” She quips, “I told you he was charming.” 

Then, she turns to look at you with a firm nod. “You picked well.”

“To be clear, Mingyu picked me,” You laugh, waving your free hand dismissively.  “With the amount of girls queuing up for his attention, he had options — a lot of them. I just lucked out.”

At this, he short-circuits, so much so that he nearly sprays the wine he’s sipping all over the table and your unsuspecting parents. 

“Oh, no, no. Not even close,” He sputters, earning a surprised giggle from your mother. Faked offense pulls the corners of his mouth down, puckers his lips into an pout around his words. “I had to beg for your phone number, if I recall —”

“Did you really?” Your mother gasps. Her hand flies up to cover her mouth, as if she’s watching one of the daytime dramas she’s always talking about.

Your father looks smug as he reaches his arm out over the table, fingers closed over his palm. The hand you aren’t using to commit unspeakable crimes lifts to meet his fist over the acorn jelly, knuckles tapping lightly. 

Your father smirks, “That’s my girl.”

You look at Mingyu fully now, not from the corner of your eye the way you had been. It’s downright spooky how your face can look that innocent at a time like this. That is, until you bite down on your plush lower lip.

Fuck.

Is he about to faint? He really might faint.

“Okay, fine. You’re right,” You demur with a shrug.

That sweet smile of yours is unbelievably misleading, but goddamn, does it look good on you.

“I didn’t make it very easy for you, did I?” 

He tries not to clench his jaw when you flatten your palm and squeeze the highest, innermost part of his thigh. He fails miserably. After all, you’re running out of real estate; and Mingyu’s running out of resolve. 

This is it for me, he thinks. Remember me as I was: a fucking simp.

Thankfully, both of your parents stand up to carry dishes off to be washed. They cross the threshold into the kitchen and miss the way Mingyu’s head slumps back against his chair. So desperate and defeated, he ignores the way his skull aches after colliding with the oak backrest.

He squeezes his eyes shut and waits for the sweet release of death.

When their footfalls are no longer audible, Mingyu assumes they’re out of sight. You shift, but he doesn’t crack his eyes open until he feels the heat of your breath on the shell of his ear. His gaze locks on the ceiling when you whisper, “Can you blame me? It’s so cute when you beg.”

If his dick strains any harder against his pants, the zipper may break.

“You’re trying to kill me,” Mingyu gulps. He shakes his head, voice wavering. “Baby, I’m gonna drop dead in your childhood home — on Christmas, no less — and it’s gonna be all your fault.”

The tip of your nose nudges the side of his face as you place a kiss on his earlobe. The white knuckle grip he holds on the edge of the table is the only thing keeping him together, and you know it. Still, the feather-light touch of your fingertips finds what it’s after. They trace the outline of his bulge through his slacks, and before he can stop himself, Mingyu audibly sighs.

He’d tell you to stop if he could jumpstart his brain. That’s a lie, he corrects himself. He doesn’t want you to stop; he just wants you. Wants you so badly that it hurts.

“Attempted murder,” Mingyu mumbles helplessly.

God, he’s pathetic.

Head slumped to the side, he finally allows himself to look at you. Immediately, he has to wonder: is there anyone who wouldn’t beg for you? He’d be on his knees in a heartbeat if your parents weren’t loading a dishwasher, several meters away. He’d clear the table himself, too,  if sweeping his arm overtop and sending silverware to the ground counted for anything.

Unbothered by the internal crisis you’ve started in him, you stroke him slowly, like you have all the time in the world to end him; and not a care at all that you might get caught in the process. The kiss you leave on his jaw is so soft — and so laughably chaste, all things considered — that he’s not sure it even happened. To keep from pleading out loud, he grinds his teeth even more harshly together.

Are you there, God? It’s me, Mingyu.

His prayers are answered immediately, which makes him a little bit suspicious — and a lot more feral.

You hum, amusement downright musical, and he shivers. “I’m going to help them finish down here. Wait for me upstairs?”

When Mingyu shoots up to his feet, the force of his thighs against the underside of the table threatens to flip it. The remaining wine glasses wobble in place, but thankfully, you’d all killed the bottle some time ago; no drop is left to be spilled. He still cringes at the close call, though. With a grimace, he mutters rapid-fire apologies — whether to you, the glassware, or the God of Dirty Thoughts, he’s not sure. 

You trap your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from laughing, which Mingyu appreciates. His clumsiness would have been embarrassing if he wasn’t so incomprehensibly horny. All that blood flow has been redirected away from his brain, though, and his dirty mind can’t focus on how not cool he’s being about all of this. 

Just you, that little smirk on your lips, and the million ways he wants your mouth on him.

Once he steadies himself, it only takes a second for Mingyu to race towards the stairs. Any and all chill he might’ve had is left behind him in a cloud of dust.

It’s downright cartoonish, the way he scrambles up the steps — stumbling, knees colliding with the hardwood as he goes — but it’s effective. He reaches the landing in record time, then all but kicks open the door to your childhood bedroom. As soon as the doorknob collides with the wall behind it, Mingyu freezes in place.

That wall, he realizes, is the only barrier between your room and your parents’. Worse, your old bed is set longways against that very wall. And because the hits just keep on coming, it’s a twin bed. 

With a frilly purple duvet and shockingly minimal surface area, no less.

Horrified, Mingyu steps forward and places his hand flat against the small mattress. It doesn’t take much pressure to make the bed springs squeak — when has anything ever gone his way? — and that revelation nearly has him screaming obscenities at the ceiling.

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

How is he supposed to fuck you under these conditions?

Frantic, he closes the door behind him, shuffles forward, and drops to his knees next to the bed. At his height, the frame barely reaches his midriff. Clearly, his life is a fucking joke.

Elbows now resting on the mattress, Mingyu clasps his hands together and leans forward to rest his forehead against his knuckles.

He’s never tried this before — not earnestly, anyway — and he doesn’t know where to start. Whatever the reason, he’s sure he can’t pray to any listening deity to let him get his dick wet. Anyone who hears his cry would smite him on the spot, he thinks, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Before he can settle on a prayer, footsteps sound off on the stairs just outside the door. The words are muffled; but there are multiple voices, which tells him that one or both of your parents have joined you on your journey upstairs. Suddenly, Mingyu is overcome with guilt. 

He’s in their home, having eaten their food — and now he’s a full-blown heretic, wanting nothing more than to devour their daughter like a man starved. But he can’t because, if he does, they’ll hear every dirty detail and —

Mingyu is many things, but he is not quiet.

You are, however, and he can barely make it out when you say, “Thank you, again, for dinner. And for letting us stay overnight.”

“Oh, don’t you dare!” Your mother peeps. Mingyu freezes, knowing in the rational part of his brain she can’t see him, but unable to stop himself. “It’s our pleasure! Really, it’s a long drive back for you two —”

Your father interjects, “— and Mingyu must be exhausted if he’s already in bed.”

For personal reasons, he thinks as he squeezes his eyes shut, I will be passing away.

There’s a moment of silence in which you must be hugging your parents goodnight, then there’s the quiet creak of the door opening. Footsteps, then more silence — you pausing for a moment, likely taking in the sight of him, then the door shutting softly behind you.

He can’t hear your approach over the hammering pulse in his ears, but he can feel the warmth of your body when you stand closely behind him. On instinct, he leans back onto his heels. A reflex of your own, you card your fingers through his hair and turn him into putty.

As embarrassing as it is to reckon with the fact, Mingyu acknowledges that the massage of your fingers might make him cum in his trousers.

“Were you praying?” You whisper, giggle evident despite the hushed tone. Your fingernails rake gently over his scalp; he swallows hard.

Mingyu is past the point of attempting nonchalance, so he confesses immediately. “Need divine intervention at a time like this. A twin bed? Parents? I’m doomed.”

“Maybe.” You lean down over his shoulder to purr into his ear. “Doomed or not, you look so perfect on your knees.”

That comment reverberates down his spine, ricochets off every vertebrae as it goes. He has to bite down on his fist to keep from groaning. It sure as shit doesn’t stop his eyes from rolling back in his head.

You drop your hand from his hair to trail your fingers down the length of his neck, then across the top of his shoulder. As you do, you step out from behind him and into his line of sight. You, illuminated only by a small, butterfly-shaped lamp, confirm his suspicions:

Ariana Grande was right all along. God is a woman.

You maintain eye contact as you reach behind your back and begin unzipping your dress. The burgundy fabric pools at your bare feet, having slipped right over the silkiness of your thighs without issue. If he wasn’t already in his knees, Mingyu would’ve dropped the same way.

“How confident are you that you can be quiet?” You ask softly. “Stakes are high, and you’re normally so vocal.”

Right out of the gate, he trips.

Mingyu responds with bravado and without whispering, “I can do it.”

Then, he slaps his hand over his big fucking mouth.

Biting back a smile, you reach out for the collar of his shirt. The buttons are undone with care, like any and every decibel is too much of a risk. You hum as you continue your work, “We can make it a challenge, then. If you can stay quiet, I’ll let you cum.” 

He lets you slide his shirt off his frame as soon as you’re finished with it. It lands where your dress did, wrinkling white on top of red.

“If you can’t  —” You pause and gesture down to his belt buckle, which he’s already gripping tightly to. It’s undone before you can blink, which causes the side of your mouth to twitch upwards. “— I’ll stop.”

Mingyu nods, more determined than he’s ever been, and pushes himself to his feet. Less nimbly than you, he fumbles desperately with the button and zipper at the top of his trousers. Eventually, he frees himself and they drop, too. They land with a muffled sound before being kicked blindly aside.

Your gaze drops to his briefs, pupils dilating when you see the mess you’ve made of him. The dark grey fabric is close to black at the tip of his dick, arousal seeping into the fibers and tattling on him. That is, if the blatantly thick imprint of his length hadn’t sold him out already.

His knees threaten to buckle all over again when he sees a flash of pink swipe over your lips, wetting them as your eyes grow even darker.

No, he really might cum on the spot.

You step over your discarded clothes. Closing the distance, you flatten your palms against his bare chest, push up on your toes, and kiss him properly for the first time in hours. His only instinct is to whine like a fucking baby when his lips part and you lick into his mouth, but he refuses to break this close to the starting whistle.

No, Mingyu will keep his shit together. He has to keep his shit together — even as you suck his bottom lip into your mouth and release it swollen with a pop.

“What do you want, baby?”

He doesn’t know if it’s his chest or your hands that are burning up, but a wildfire spreads as you run your palms down from his pectorals to his abdomen. Every muscle in his body tenses as your touch lowers. His lungs seem to, too, because he struggles to keep his breaths even.

Your fingers hook under the waistband of his briefs, knuckles tickling against the sensitive skin underneath his hip bones. You continue your questioning, as if he trusts himself to answer.

“My mouth?”

Oh god.

He wants it all, always and every which way, but he knows he won’t last a goddamn second in your throat — and you know it, too, even before he furiously shakes his head. 

Eyes laser focused on you, he does his best to beg without words. The puppy-dog eyes win you over every time.

When you smile at him like that — petal soft, still so devilish — he audibly sighs. There’s no helping him, he knows it. It’s a reflex, a rubber mallet to the knee. Thankfully, you let that breathy concession slide; let his briefs slide, too, until they drop unwanted around his ankles.

Mingyu is so hard that it hurts.

He’s a throbbing, leaking mess when your hand finally — fucking finally — wraps around his cock. Experimentally, you give him a light squeeze while you work the length. Your gaze flicks upwards to gauge his reaction, wrist rolling when you reach the crown.

If he had to guess, Mingyu would bet that he’s turned purple with the effort it’s taking to keep his needy mouth shut. But your eyes twinkle up at him and you tell him that he’s beautiful; and suddenly, his chest and cheeks go a shy shade of pink.

“Lay down, pretty boy,” you whisper, nodding your head towards that shitty little bed.

As he stretches out onto his back — to the best of his ability, with his heels nearly dangling off the end — he swears on his life that his friends can never know how weak he gets when you call him that.

You place your hands on his chest to keep your balance, lifting one leg over his until you’re straddling him. Your right knee settles uncomfortably between his leg and the wall, but you don’t complain. Instead, you look him dead in the eye and pull your fatal, black thong to the side.

Even in this piss-poor lighting, Mingyu can see the way your darkened eyes glint. He’s spellbound — there’s no other word to describe it.

One hand takes hold of his cock and lines it up to your cunt. The other raises to your lips, index finger extended. You tease him without saying a word, and he hears it loud and clear.

Oh, he’s going to be so good for you.

That’s what he tells himself until your arousal makes contact with the tip of his cock. That’s what he repeats in his head, over and over, when you sink down and gush around him, slick dripping to coat the centimeters that don’t quite fit inside of you. What he says out loud, elongated and definitely above a whisper, is:

��Fuuuuck.”

You quickly lean over his chest to cover his mouth with your hand. Though your pulses are both racing, he’s less focused on his total, abject embarrassment than he is on the amusement that causes your mouth to curve.

Keeping your hand where it is — for the good of everyone, really — you nip at his earlobe. He waits for the inevitable consequence of his actions.

Goddamn it. How stupid does he have to be to forfeit a prize like you?

“You don’t listen very well, baby,” Your hushed tone drips like honey into his ear. Involuntarily, his hips jerk upwards, pushing further into your wet heat.

Any distance is too much.

“But you feel so fucking good —”

Again, he ruts against you when your teeth graze his earlobe. Under your palm, his whimpering is unintelligible, but that doesn’t stop him. You catch his groan in your hand before it can hit the air.

“— might have to bend the rules for you.”

It’s torture. 

Mingyu knows you’re moving this slowly to avoid upsetting the box springs below, but whether or not there’s method to the madness, it’s still unbearable.

You swirl your hips in a way that makes his vision go white at the edges, grind down into his lap with quiet precision. He can feel that soft, spongy spot hiding behind your front wall; and he can hear those delicate little sighs as you fuck yourself deliberately.

He can feel his mind go blank, too, moments before your cunt milks him for all he’s worth. You don’t stop once he spills himself inside of you — you won’t, he hopes.

“Oh, shit,” you whimper, almost inaudibly. “I’m so close.”

The hand not covering his mouth disappears between your legs. If the way your eyes roll back is any indication, you’ve found what you were looking for. 

The sight of you is too much for Mingyu to handle. Nipples peaking through the translucent fabric of your bralette, wrist moving in the opposite direction of your hips, eyelashes fluttering while you rub spirals into your clit. Perfect, top to bottom.

Mingyu cums again when you do, refractory period be damned.

And when you collapse down onto his chest, walls still fluttering around him, he encircles you with his arm so tightly that he can feel you trembling through the aftershocks. With your face now nuzzled into the crook of his neck, the tables turn.

“Fuck,” you mutter. The sound is mostly lost against his skin, but there’s enough volume to make you both start to snicker.

You kiss his neck, nudge him with the tip of your nose. Whispering, you ask, “Not bad for a twin bed, huh?”

Mingyu snorts. “Kinda feels like high school. You know, parents on the other side of the wall, cute little bedspread,” His voice trails off so he can press his lips against your temple. Voice low in your ear, he smirks, “Nutting within thirty seconds.”

Your muffled laughter shakes his shoulders, too. Then, you fall into a silence so easy he’s sure you’ve fallen asleep on top of him. To his surprise, you peep, “I didn’t think this through.”

He hums inquisitively in response. You crane your neck to meet his eyes. 

You inhale deeply, then sigh, “I have to waddle down the hallway of my childhood home to the bathroom — right past my parents’ door — and pretend like we didn’t just do what we did.”

Mingyu flashes you a wolfish grin that catches you off guard. Your eyebrows raise in anticipation.

“Need some divine intervention, sounds like. Maybe if you pray about it —” 

The only thing louder than the playful smack you land on his bicep is your laugh, straight from the bottom of your chest.

[talesfromawannabejournalist]

How The Devil Stole Christmas

@kittenfangirl20, @things-arent-what-they-seem66, @athanasthos

There is a town called Eden far, far away, it laid in a place that exceeded from just being okay. For it was in a place where beautiful green went as far as the eye could see. However, there was one time where the weather grew cold, and a white blanket covered the Earth and that was during the month of a certain savior's birth. Christmas time was quite special in you see, for it filled everyone who lived there with glee. The presents, the snow, the feast that they'll eat but most of all being with their loved ones was the best sort of treat.

Indeed, everyone who lived in Eden loved Christmas a lot, however one lone soul who lived just up north from that town,

did not.

(Not too bad of a rhyme, right?)

[yellowwwcrayon]

genderswap AU (always a woman!Logan x Wolverine Origins!Wade)

A related thought I had a few days ago.

Warnings for the below - mentions of past child SA from Wade's uncle.

"Icebreaker question, when did everyone lose their v-cards?" Wade asked as annoyed groans broke out all around the campfire. Their new CO stood and walked off into the pitch black night without so much as a wave for good night.

Rude.

"Alright, now that the 80-year-old virgin has left the chat, how about the rest of you handsome devils, hmm?" He grinned at the sullen faces reflected in the fire's glow, shiny with sweat and gun oil and probably dried blood. "Oh, come on. I'm just trying to get to know my new teammates better. We just annihilated a whole ass cartel together, time to whip out some mimosas, gossip about our sordid pasts and braid Victor's chest hair."

Victor's jaw twitched as he zipped his vest up over that impressive plumage. The woman sitting next to him, the only woman in their little ragtag team of homicidal freaks mind you, snorted and lifted the lukewarm beer she'd been nursing for the past fifteen minutes up to her face. He watched her take a long swallow, some of the foamy white liquid sloshing over the corners of her mouth and meandering lazily down the olive skin of her exposed neck.

Fred cleared his throat, "sixteen. She was my high school sweetheart."

"Sickening," Wade commented after a pause, ripping his gaze off of Logan and picking up his own forgotten beer, "I'd like to say twenty," a few disbelieving laughs echoed through the men, "but officially, twelve and a half, to a weird uncle on my dad's side at a Christmas party."

Zero made a face.

"Why twenty?" John asked from beside him.

"Oh just because of how earth-shatteringly good it was," He kicked his legs out and rolled his shoulders back, acutely aware of Logan's eyes on him across the flickering fire, "you see, I was but a simple innocent Canadian boy before I met her. After, I emerged a man."

"You are so fucking weird," said Zero.

"Hush, Jimin, I'm telling the story here."

"Jesus."

"My car, well, it technically wasn't my car. I stole it off of a drug dealer south of the border, but I digress. Anyway, it had broken down on the side of the road in Albuquerque, in the middle of buttfuck nowhere and I was seriously contemplating trading my tight ass or hot mouth for a ride to the nearest town when my goddess, my princess in shining uh- plaid shirt and jeans, came barreling down the dirt path in this rusty pile of scrap metal-"

"Your princess sounds like a dude," Fred interrupted. "It was a man, wasn't it? I can already see the punchline coming from a mile away."

"Are you gay?" Zero asked, "you seem pretty gay."

Bradley, who had been listening quietly next to Logan this whole time, finally choked on his drink and dissolved into a coughing fit. She reached over and thumped him a few times on the back, her gaze never leaving Wade's face. He stared back.

"Sorry to disappoint, Suga sweetie, but I'm strictly into pussy due to the creepy uncles."

Zero's nose scrunched. "Ugh."

"Anywho, out hopped this beast of a woman," Wade went on, “she was fucking gorgeous, legs for days and tits the size of my head-"

"Singular or combined?"

Wade gawked at him. "Fred, what the fuck?"

"What?" He shrugged, "your head's not that big, Wade."

"This is a shitty story," Zero complained, folding his arms over his chest.

"As big as Logan's melons, ok? Stop interrupting me."

Everyone turned to stare at Logan, whose breasts strained against the sweat-stained wifebeater she was wearing, one black bra strap peeking out from over her left shoulder. She lifted an eyebrow at them and took another sip of beer. Beside Logan, Victor growled, sounding like a backed up motorcycle.

"That's pretty big," Fred finally nodded, "go on."

(Taking a short break from work to relax my brain and free write a bit. Yes, the mystery woman from Wade's story is Logan. They hooked up before they ran into each other again with Team X.)

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

things we learn about scully in s1

she has a godson (and she told his mother that she thinks mulder is cute)

she did her residency in forensic medicine

she's good with dogs and is naturally drawn to all kinds of animals (even evil-looking monkeys)

she wants to keep her christmas tree up all year because her father always made her take it down as soon as the holiday was over

(and she was never positive that her father, who was in the navy and involved in the cuban blockade, was truly proud of her, because she joined the FBI instead of becoming a full-time doctor like he had wanted)

((and he didn't say "i love you" the last time he spoke to her. ouch))

when she was 14, she stole one of her mother's cigarettes, which she thought was disgusting, but she wanted to do something Forbidden for once

she once forgot her own birthday (which is february 23rd) when she was studying for her exams

she has a little cat sign on her apartment door <3

when challenged by the preacher's kid, she refused to deny the power of God; she was raised catholic, and remembers that "God never lets the devil steal the show"

(she's almost always wearing a cross necklace, even while declaring that she considers science sacred)

((and yes, her favorite movie is the exorcist))

she took some biology courses on bugs and is now going to tell you some bug facts

she has two brothers, one younger and one older

her dad- with whom she did not have the greatest of relationships- nicknamed her "starbuck"

(he called her this after the steady and rational first mate character from moby dick; all the more cruel when you consider he pushed her aside for joining the FBI rather than doing the "logical" thing, becoming a doctor. to cast her in a role of the dutiful daughter without her permission and then create a conditional sense of love is just. so mean. it's a miracle she didn't turn out as emotionally repressed as he did)

[citrinae]

gingerbread kisses.

or: christmassy things you do with them. there are some more holiday-themed drabbles/headcanons in the works so hopefully i'll get around to posting some of them anytime soon!

ft. the monster trio

☆*。luffy

• hot cocoa, ornaments dangling from his ears, snowman-building contests, him pushing you into a pile of snow and joining soon after, snow fights turning into snow angel-making contests, crumbles of the gingerbread he stole from sanji’s kitchen, once he exposed a fake santa in front of a bunch of kids at the christmas market. 

• he’d make it his life’s mission to make sure you’re laughing, always, especially around this time, when his restlessness and impersonation skills increase tenfold. luffy on christmas eve is like mixing coffee with an energy drink. and even though he vehemently claimed he’d help you decorate the tree, he cannot help throwing everything on him instead, tinsel and ornaments and lights, turning himself into a walking greeting card. 

• after one, two, three more attempts at placing decorations on the actual tree, a defeated sigh leaves you eventually as you hang a glass bauble around your nose. luffy’s eyes are glowing brighter than the lights blinking around his neck and he leans forward to press a kiss upon your lips, long and sweet, bauble slipping off and unfurling into constellations on the floor as he does. do remember to brush those under a carpet before someone witnesses the mess you’ve made in here.  

• “what’s that for?” you laugh, a pinker shade crossing your cheeks, only for you to be met with a shrug and a smile reaching luffy’s ears. “felt happy, was all,” he says, and it’s completely genuine, even more so when he adds, “you’re awesome.” you smile back. and just as spontaneously you pull luffy in for a hug, wiggling the rest of the ornaments off him, encircling you both in a sea of colour and glitter. the moment doesn’t last for long and it’s the silver star lingering at the bottom of your decorations box that catches his attention now. “who makes the coolest half gets to place the star on the top.”

☆*。zoro

• mulled wine, hesitant pecks under the mistletoe, a freshly cut conifer carried on one shoulder and chopper cheering merrily on the other, damp wood and pine filling your nose when you rest your chin over his head, pinkies touching, his hands wrapping themselves around you after you’d both have fallen asleep at the fireplace. 

• it’s common knowledge that zoro isn’t good with dates. neither is he someone to put as much importance on a holiday, “i guess people needed an excuse to drink without feeling bad for it,” and at first you are more than sure he’d spend christmas morning training. therefore not finding him in his usual spot, barbells and swords and towels untouched and forgotten, should come as a total shocker to you. 

• but you’d have found what he’d been up to way sooner if he hadn’t gotten himself lost on the way to the town and back to the ship. sunset victoriously colouring his outline and a hand at his nape, he blames his absence on an old lady mistaking a sword shop for a tavern. for all you know, it was probably him mistaking a tavern for a sword shop. there’s a rectangular object in his fist you cannot take your eyes off—a knife case. “found nothing to grab my attention, dunno. still i thought this might come in handy to you,” he lies. better throw yourself into his arms because getting presents from roronoa zoro is like seeing him rip himself open for you. of course the quiet sigh coming with his reaction isn’t always that reassuring, but deep down he’s happy to know his efforts brought a smile to your face. 

• you two spend a good part of that night in the storage room, clinking bottles and letting yourselves get carried away with stories from your homelands. before you get to open yourself another one, he gestures with his knee towards your pocket knife. “let’s see what this devil can do, shall we?” you know exactly what he means by this. with a swift hand, you slide the knife under the bottle cap. when it pops, there’s a smirk climbing on zoro’s face, “that’s my babe.”

• apple and cinnamon tea, matching sweaters, him spinning you around the kitchen while humming some carol he picked from the north blue, scented candles, sugar melting in a frying pan and your lips touching the tip of a wooden spoon after he asks if this syrup is sweet enough for you. "at least half as sweet as you are, mon cœur."

���*。sanji

• food shopping is the default. he’s got everything planned out, lists and schedules of the best providers on the island, and he wants to make sure everything goes immaculately at dinner on this special occasion with you. you’re not surprised when you notice that a good part of his basket is made of either foods you like or stuff you’ve asked of him before. mans does his homework all right. 

• be watchful of zoning out because if you keep your eyes on something for more than thirty seconds he’ll get it for you. no questions asked. he might also make some other additions on the spot if you happen to stumble upon any trinkets that remind him of you in one way or another. does someone sell heart-shaped ornaments at the stall on your left? he’ll get one for you. snowflake ornaments? he’ll get one for you, “because, darling, you landed on my heart the way snow graces a withered tree.”

• shopping bags at your feet and your cheeks rosy after shouldering past animated gushes of people at the market, your retreat is an isolated bench near the docks and the clicking sound of sanji’s lighter. he folds an arm around you. “cold,” you try to reason for huddling yourself into him. snowflakes begin to dot the sky a whiter canvas, floating on your head and nose. sanji doesn’t say it out loud, but a selfish part of him wishes you were feeling cold more often. 

[theturncoattournament]

Do you love a character with a good redemption arc? Or a corruption arc? Or even just seeing the kind of storylines that emerge from a character who was formerly aligned with an enemy side decide to join a different one?

Then welcome to...

The Turncoat Tournament!

This is a tournament for characters who have changed sides at some point in the story. It can be from good to bad, bad to good, or from one morally ambiguous side to a different morally ambiguous side, as long as the change in allegiance is still clear. Characters can change sides multiple times, and ultimately end up returning to their original side, and still qualify for the tournament!

Due to the subject of the tournament itself being inherently spoiler-y, I will by default not be tagging posts with spoiler warnings. However, below I do have a list of all the pieces of media that have characters in the tournament; if you see something on this list that you do want spoiler tagged, please let me know, and I’ll start tagging it with spoiler warnings!

Media list:

(Arranged in alphabetical order)

2001: A Space Odyssey/2010: The Year We Made Contact

Ace Attorney/The Great Ace Attorney

Animation vs Minecraft

Arthurian legend 

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Bamse - Världens starkaste björn

Bones

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Bungo Stray Dogs

Centaurworld

Chess The Musical 

The Chronicles of Narnia

Code Geass

Critical Role (Campaign 2) 

Cult of the Lamb

DC Comics (Batfamily, Flash characters, Shazam family)

Devil May Cry

Doctor Who

Dog Man

Dragon Age: Inquisition 

Dragon Ball Z

The Evillious Chronicles 

Fable III

Fairy Tail

Fake Princess

Farscape

Final Fantasy XIV

Game of Thrones

Genshin Impact

The Good Place

Gravity Falls

The Grinch Who Stole Christmas

Hannibal

The Hunger Games

I Expect You to Die 3

The Incredibles 

Just Dance

Kingdom Hearts

Kinnporsche 

Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts 

Kirby series

The Legend of Zelda: Four Swords manga

The Librarians

The Locked Tomb

Machineries of Empire

Maleficent

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Marvel Comics (X-Men, Avengers) 

Megamind

Merlin

Mistborn

My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

Nan Quest

Once Upon A Time

One Piece

The Owl House

Pandora Hearts

Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Person of Interest 

The Pirates of Penzance

Pirates of the Caribbean 

Portal 2

Power Rangers: Dino Fury

Pretty Cure (Fresh Precure, Kira Kira Precure a la Mode, Suite Precure, Hugtto Precure)

Provost’s Dog

Princess Tutu

Raya and the Last Dragon

RWBY

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Smallville

Sonic the Hedgehog OVA 

Soul Eater

Soul series (Soul Calibur/Edge) 

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Star Wars (Prequels, Original trilogy, Rebels, Clone Wars, Knights of the Old Republic) 

Steven Universe

The Stormlight Archive

Sunless Sea

Tangled: The Series

Teen Titans (2003 series) 

Teen Wolf

Terminator films 

Transformers

Tron Legacy

Vorkosigan Saga

Warrior Cats

Wings of Fire

Wolf 359

Worm

Young Justice

Yu Yu Hakusho

[spencerwayne-todd]

Keeping up with the Waynes

*camera pans to family all sitting in living room*

Steph: Oh, my god, August! You used to have blond hair?

August: *snapping head up* Didn't you get food poisoning because you ate the fish you got in Gotham Harbor even though it had just gotten a healthy dose of Joker venom?

Everyone: *general noises of shock*

Dick: Woah, August. We've all made poor choices.

Me: Yeah, like the Discowing suit.

Damian: The green scaley underwear.

Jason: Seconded.

Tim: The ponytail.

Dick: HEY! The Discowing suit was FABULOUS. So was my ponytail.

Babs: No, Tim's right. the ponytail sucked.

Dick: TIM SINGS LULLABYS TO HIS COFFEE MUGS EVERY NIGHT! HE IS NOT MENTALLY SOUND ENOUGH TO BE MAKING FASION DESICIONS!

Tim: YOU STOLE AUGUST'S FALCON PLUSHIE!

Dick: Yeah, well, Spencer made Duke jump out of a window on the THIRD floor!

Me: HEY! Don't bring me into this!

Dick: YOU brought you into this when you attacked the Discowing suit!

Me: Really, Dick? I've lived with you longer than anyone. You wanna dance? Let's dance. *Snaps fingers, slideshow presentation appears* Twelve years ago, December 21. Dick Grayson is practicing acrobatics WAY to close to the Christmas tree. Of course, he hits it. Knocks it right over. Little me is sitting quietly on the couch, watching my big brother flip. All of a sudden, the tree's on the ground, the room is a wreck, and I am grounded. Not Dick, me.

Bruce: DICK! You knocked over the tree?

Dick: I-uh-

Me: July 12, ten years ago. The backyard is on fire. Why? Dick left the grill on and ran off with Wally West. BUT who is found with a lighter in her room, and therefore blamed and grounded? ME!

Bruce: DICK!

Me- November 16, nine years ago-

Dick: OK, ok! I take it back! I'm sorry. I apologize for everything. I'm sorry.

Me: Hm.

LATER:

Wally: Must be hard, having a little sister with magic abilities that rival the devil himself.

Dick. Nah, not really. I just remember what happened on November 16.

Wally: Oh? What happened?

Dick: *eyes glaze over of fear* That was the day that The Great Ludwig Incident began.

Wally: Ah. And what, exactly, is that?

Dick: WE DO NOT DISCUSS THE GREAT LUDWIG INCIDENT.

@august0bone

[foxwmulder]

I just found my list of when I categorized every xf episode (mostly through s7) during quarantine lmao

MONSTER OF THE WEEK CATEGORIES

Cultural

Shapes

Fresh Bones

The Calusari

Teso Dos Bichos

Hell Money

Teliko

El Munda Gira

Theef

Prison or Military

Deep Throat

Space

Sleepless

The List

The Walk

Unrequited

Trevor

Religious

Miracle Man

Revelations

Grotesque

Kaddish

All Souls

Signs and Wonders

Millennium

Cult or Satanists

Gender Bender

Red Museum

Our Town

3

Syzygy

Die Hand Die Verletzt

Sanguinarium

Terms of Endearment

Nothing Lasts Forever

Lone Gunmen- or CSM-Centric

Musings of a CSM

Unusual Suspects

Three of a Kind

First Person Shooter

This

Skinner-Centric

Avatar

Zero Sum

SR 819

Brand X

Hollywood AD

Kitten

Arthur Dales’s Tales

Travelers

The Unnatural

Agua Mala

Scully Side Quest

Irresistible / Orison

Chinga

Never Again

Milagro

En Ami

all things

Home Again

Ghouli

Mulder, They Already Destroyed the Evidence!

Ice

Firewalker

Dod Kalm

F. Emasculata

Wetwired

The Pine Bluff Variant

Drive

Wait, It’s Actually Aliens?

Pilot

Jose Chung

Control the Elements

Fire

DPO

Soft Light

Schizogeny

Rush

The Rain King

Medical Anomalies

Young at Heart

Eve

Home

Small Potatoes

Postmodern Prometheus

Founder’s Mutation

Guys Who Need to Eat Weird Stuff

Squeeze / Tooms

2Shy

Pusher / Kitsunegari

Leonard Betts

Hungry

Switch Lives or Linked Brains

Lazarus

Roland

Oubliette

Paper Hearts

Mind’s Eye

Dreamland I and II

Fight Club

Plus One

Time Travel or Warp

Synchrony

Monday

Lost Art of the Forehead Sweat

Ghosts or Past Lives

Shadows

Born Again

Excelsis Dei

Elegy

Aubrey

The Field Where I Died

Triangle

How the Ghosts Stole Christmas

AI Is Out To Get Us

Blood

Ghost in the Machine

Kill Switch

Rm9sbG93ZXJs

Half Man, Half Monster

The Host

Jersey Devil

Humbug

Detour

Bad Blood

Folie a Duex

Chimera

Mulder and Scully Meet the Weremonster

All Monster, No Man

Darkness Falls

Fearful Symmetry

Quagmire

War of the Coprophages

Alpha

Arcadia

Field Trip

X-Cops

Magic, Psychic, or Lucky

Beyond the Sea

Clyde Bruckman

Unruhe

Tithonus

The Amazing Maleeni

Je Souaite

The Goldberg Variation

MYTHOLOGY CATEGORIES

They’re Closing The X-Files!

The Erlenmeyer Flask / Little Green Men

The End / The Beginning

Fight the Future

Uh…Samantha?

Colony / End Game

Talitha Cumi / Herrenvolk

Sein Und Zeit / Closure

I’m Literally On Board Already, Scully

Fallen Angel

EBE

Nisei / 731

Piper Maru / Apocrypha

Tempus Fugit / Max

Tunguska / Terma

Agent Mulder Is Dead! Or Is He?

Anasazi / The Blessing Way / Paper Clip

Redux I and II

This Is Not Happening / Dead Alive

Mulder…You Good?

Demons / Gethsemane

Biogenesis / The Sixth Extinction

The Syndicate Hates Scully

Duane Barry / Ascension / One Breath

Memento Mori

Christmas Carol / Emily

Patient X / The Red and the Black

Why Was This Made

I Want to Believe

Discarded Categories

Creepy White Guy Predator

This Is a Small Town, We Don’t Lock Our Doors

A Nice Trip to the Forest

[stiles-o-dylan24]

|| Jason x Aubree Marin || PLL Rewrite || TAGLIST ||  • AUBSON🎶 • SHIPS OF TGWP •

Season One

Chapter 1 - I'm Still Here

Chapter 2 - The Jenna Thing

Chapter 3 - To Kill a Mocking Girl

Chapter 4 - Can You Hear Me Now?

Chapter 5 - Reality Bites Me

Chapter 6 - There's No Place Like Homecoming

Chapter 7 - The Homecoming Hangover

Chapter 8 - Please, Do Talk About Me When I'm Gone

Chapter 9 - The Perfect Storm

Chapter 10 - Keep Your Friends Close

Chapter 11 - Moments Later

Chapter 12 - Salt Meets Wound

Chapter 13 - Know Your Frenemies

Chapter 14 - Careful What U Wish 4

Chapter 15 - If at First You Don't, Succeed, Lie, Lie Again

Chapter 16 - Je Suis Une Amie

Chapter 17 - The New Normal

Chapter 18 - The Badass Seed

Chapter 19 - A Person of Interest

Chapter 20 - Someone to Watch Over Me

Chapter 21 - Monsters in the End

Chapter 22 - For Whom the Bell Tolls

Season Two

Chapter 23 - It's Alive

Chapter 24 - The Goodbye Look

Chapter 25 - My Name Is Trouble

Chapter 26 - Blind Dates

Chapter 27 - The Devil You Know

Chapter 28 - Never Letting Go

Chapter 29 - Surface Tension

Chapter 30 - Save the Date

Chapter 31 - Surface Tension

Chapter 32 - Save the Date

Chapter 33 - Picture This

Chapter 34 - Touched by an 'A'-ngel

Chapter 35 - I Must Confess

Chapter 36 - Over My Dead Body

Chapter 37 - The First Secret

Chapter 38 - Through Many Dangers, Toils, and Snares

Chapter 39 - A Hot Piece of A

Chapter 40 - Let the Water Hold Me Down

Chapter 41 - Blond Leading the Blind

Chapter 42 - A Kiss Before Lying

Chapter 43 - The Naked Truth

Chapter 44 - CTRL:A

Chapter 45 - Breaking the Code

Chapter 46 - Father Knows Best

Chapter 47 - Eye of the Beholder

Chapter 48 - If These Dolls Could Talk

Chapter 49 - unmAsked

Season Three

Chapter 50 - It Happened 'That Night'

Chapter 51 - Blood Is the New Black

Chapter 52 - Kingdom of the Blind

Chapter 53 - Birds of a Feather

Chapter 54 - That Girl Is Poison

Chapter 55 - The Remains of the 'A'

Chapter 56 - Crazy

Chapter 57 - Stolen Kisses

Chapter 58 - The Kahn Game

Chapter 59 - What Lies Beneath

Chapter 60 - Single Fright Female

Chapter 61 - The Lady Killer

Chapter 62 - This Is a Dark Ride

Chapter 63 - She's Better Now

Chapter 64 - Mona-Mania

Chapter 65 - Misery Loves Company

Chapter 66 - Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Inferno

Chapter 67 - Dead to Me

Chapter 68 - What Becomes of the Broken-Hearted

Chapter 69 - Hot Water

Chapter 70 - Out of Sight, Out of Mind

Chapter 71 - Will the Circle Be Unbroken?

Chapter 72 - I'm Your Puppet

Chapter 73 - A Dangerous gAme

Season Four

Chapter 74 - A Is for A-l-i-v-e

Chapter 75 - Turn of the Shoe

Chapter 76 - Cat's Cradle

Chapter 77 - Face Time

Chapter 78 - Gamma Zeta Die!

Chapter 79 - Under the Gun

Chapter 80 - Crash and Burn, Girl!

Chapter 81 - The Guilty Girl's Handbook

Chapter 82 - Into the Deep

Chapter 83 - The Mirror Has Three Faces

Chapter 84 - Bring Down the Hoe

Chapter 85 - Now You See Me, Now You Don't

Chapter 86 - Grave New World

Chapter 87 - Who's in the Box?

Chapter 88 - Love ShAck, Baby

Chapter 89 - Close Encounters

Chapter 90 - Bite Your Tongue

Chapter 91 - Hot for Teacher

Chapter 92 - Shadow Play

Chapter 93 - Free Fall

Chapter 94 - She's Come Undone

Chapter 95 - Cover for Me

Chapter 96 - Unbridled

Chapter 97 - 'A' Is for Answers

Season Five

Chapter 98 - EscApe from New York

Chapter 99 - Whirly Girly

Chapter 100 - Surfing the Aftershocks

Chapter 101 - Thrown from the Ride

Chapter 102 - Miss Me x100

Chapter 103 - Run, Ali, Run

Chapter 104 - The Silence of E. Lamb

Chapter 105 - Scream for Me

Chapter 106 - March of Crimes

Chapter 107 - A Dark Ali

Chapter 108 - No One Here Can Love or Understand Me

Chapter 109 - Taking This One to the Grave

Chapter 110 - How the 'A' Stole Christmas

Chapter 111 - Through a Glass, Darkly

Chapter 112 - Fresh Meat

Chapter 113 - Over a Barrel

Chapter 114 - The Bin of Sin

Chapter 115 - Oh What Hard Luck Stories They All Hand Me

Chapter 116 - Out Damned Spot

Chapter 117 - Pretty Isn't the Point

Chapter 118 - Bloody Hell

Chapter 119 - To Plea or Not to Plea

Chapter 120 - The Melody Lingers On

Chapter 121 - I'm a Good Girl, I Am

Chapter 122 - Welcome to the Dollhouse

Season Six

Chapter 123 - Game On, Charles

Chapter 124 - Songs of Innocence

Chapter 125 - Songs of Experience

Chapter 126 - Don't Look Now

Chapter 127 - She's No Angel

Chapter 128 - No Stone Unturned

Chapter 129 - O Brother, Where Art Thou

Chapter 130 - FrAmed

Chapter 131 - Last Dance

Chapter 132 - Game Over, Charles

Chapter 133 - Of Late I Think of Rosewood

Chapter 134 - Charlotte's Web

Chapter 135 - The Gloves Are On

Chapter 136 - New Guys, New Lies

Chapter 137 - Do Not Disturb

Chapter 138 - Where Somebody Waits for Me

Chapter 139 - We've All Got Baggage

Chapter 140 - Burn This

Chapter 141 - Did You Miss Me?

Chapter 142 - Hush, Hush, Sweet Liars

Season Seven

Chapter 143 - Tick-Tock, Bitches

Chapter 144 - Bedlam

Chapter 145 - The Talented Mr. Rollins

Chapter 146 - Hit and Run, Run, Run

Chapter 147 - Along Comes Mary

Chapter 148 - Wanted: Dead or Alive

Chapter 149 - Original G'A'ngsters

Chapter 150 - Exes and OMGs

Chapter 151 - The Wrath of Kahn

Chapter 152 - The DArkest Knight

Chapter 153 - Playtime

Chapter 154 - These Boots Were Made for Stalking

Chapter 155 - Hold Your Piece

Chapter 156 - Power Play

Chapter 157 - In the Eye Abides the Heart

Chapter 158 - The Gloves That Rocks the Cradle

Chapter 159 - Driving Miss Crazy

Chapter 160 - Choose or Lose

Chapter 161 - Farewell, My Lovely

Chapter 162 - Till DeAth Do Us Part

[cherry-bomb-ships]

🧡 F/ovember 2024 Pinned!🧡

temporary pinned post - find original here

🍁 Hello, everyone, Ruby here! Welcome to F/ovember 2024!! I'm so excited to see al of the participation this year 🥺🧡 Starting November 6th, I'll be doing an f/o takeover on my own blog all month long!

🍁 ALL of my f/os are available for questions - romantic, platonic, and familial! Check out my Carrd for my full list of f/os, plus my self-insert names. (Quick Guide under the cut)

🍁 If you'd like to join in the festivities, check out the event promo here and the FAQ here! Feel free to look through the tags on this pinned post as well; "f/ovember info" will be all essential posts with helpful information about the event, and "f/ovember promo" will lead you to various promos from other self-shippers as well!

🍁 Even as we enjoy this month, please try to keep Palestine in your hearts and donate to a fundraiser when you can.

🍁 Lastly, this is your reminder to get out there and send out asks, even to folks you don't know! Not only that, but be sure to send an ask back to anyone who send you one! You only get what you give ;3

(Pr*sh//ip please DNI. 🎼Monthly Song:)

Ruby's F/O Quick-List

GUIDE: SOURCE: F/Os; romantic, familial, platonic [S/I NAME]

ACE VENTURA: PET DETECTIVE: Ace Ventura [S/I: Ruby Ramirez]

CRASH BANDICOOT: Dr. Neo Cortex (married), Nina Cortex (daughter) [S/I: Commander R. Marie]

CUPHEAD: The Devil [S/I: Cherry Sunrise]

DELTARUNE: Spamton G. Spamton, The Hometown Kids [S/I: Ruby Ramirez]

HOW THE GRINCH STOLE CHRISTMAS (2000): The Grinch [S/I: Ruby]

INDIANA JONES: Dr. Henry "Indiana" Jones Jr. [S/I: Dr. Ruby Ramirez]

LEGEND OF ZELDA: Ganondorf Dragmire [S/I: Ruby]

LUCA: Massimo Marcovaldo, Alberto Scorfano, Luca Paguro, Giulia Marcovaldo (sons & daughter) [S/I: Ruby Ramirez]

MADAGASCAR: Skipper, Kowalski, Rico, Private (brother figures) [S/I: Ruby]

MARIO SERIES: Bowser, Bowser Jr. (son) [S/I: Princess Cherry]

MLP: FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC: Discord [S/I: Ruby Flame]

MYSTERY SKULLS ANIMATED: Arthur Kingsmen, Lewis Pepper (big brother) [S/I: Cherry Pepper]

OVERWATCH: Junkrat (married), Roadhog (father figure), Lucio, D. Va, Cole Cassidy [S/I: Ruby Fawkes-Ramirez]

POWERPUFF GIRLS: Mojo Jojo, The Rowdyruff Boys (sons) [S/I: Cherry Coading]

RESIDENT EVIL: VILLAGE: Lady Alcina Dimitrescu [S/I: Ruby Ramirez]

SCROOGE (2022): Ebenezer Scrooge [S/I: Ruby Ramirez]

SONIC THE HEDGEHOG FILMS: Dr. Ivo Robotnik [S/I: Agent Ruby Ramirez]

SPACE DANDY: Space Dandy, QT, Meow [S/I: Ruby]

STAR TREK: TNG: Q, Worf (brother figure), The Bridge Crew in general [S/I: Lieutenant Jr. Grade Ruby Ramirez]

STAR WARS: Wrecker, The Bad Batch, Omega [S/I: Cheriiz]

STRANGER THINGS: Jim Hopper, Jane "El" Hopper (daughter) [S/I: Ruby Ramirez]

TEAM FORTRESS 2: Sniper [S/I: Merchant], Spy, Medic (father figure) [S/I: Nurse]

TOM AND JERRY: Tom Cat [S/I: Cherry Parfait]

WRECK-IT RALPH: Wreck-it Ralph, Vanellope Von Schweetz (daughter figure) [S/I: Dr. Ruby Redblood]

[sc0tters]

has Rory ever gotten into a fight with any of her brothers on the ice

usually it would get settled after the game, but there was one time this almost happened.

The Devils were in town and Jack had been getting on his sisters ass the entire game after she stole the puck from him and went on to score her and that night she got her first NHL hatty (she gave him the puck from Christmas that year as a joke and Jack now has it framed).

When Rory went and blocked Jack from getting the puck he yelled out “stop being a bitch!” As he got frustrated at the sight of his sister using the tricks he taught her against him.

Like any irritated sibling would be Rory responded by body checking her older brother when she slammed him into a board. Much to the amusement of Jim and the disapproval of Ellen who were in the crowd that night getting a front row seat to watch their children drop gloves against each other.

But before anything could happen on the ice the refs were quick to split the siblings up dragging them each to their respective penalty benches and by the time you each were allowed back on the ice they had forgotten they even almost fought.

Now that moment is something the two of them bring up when they want to laugh at Ellen as they remember the nervous look on her face.

[talesfromawannabejournalist]

@kittenfangirl20

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

For true holiday festivities, what about an adamsapple how the grinch stole Christmas au? Based on both the 2018 version and the Jim Carrey version, where Lucifer is a demon who left the town of Eden years ago and never returned without a disguise. The reason for leaving is yet to be shown, but it is juicy, and little girl Charlie as Cindy Lou Who would be just freaking awesome. Adam would be Charlie's mother and Mayor Sera's son who misses a certain devil of his, especially during the holidays.

[bullet-prooflove]

The Saints Prompt List

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

Could you tell that I was meant for you

Got a pistol but the conscience of a saint

Did you know from the very first kiss that I was it

And I could see your face but was lost

On the darker nights, you get me through

He prays to St. Michael as the bullets start to fly

And you were short and sweet but you hit my heart so strong

I'll always sing along when I hear my favorite song

I can dream my way back to your arms

You're pretty as the sky is blue

Will I ever see your face? Will I ever hold you again in this life?

Oh but I send you photo of the places all along the way, every day

Please come back home

Like bein' lost out in the forest with the devil wakin' up

a lighthouse shining out to the sea

Her singin' to his unborn son 

was known for drinkin' whiskey, he was known to cause a scene

He kissed her on the river boat, they fell in love that night

Be damned if they don't meet another night

We had a fallin' out last Christmas

But I'm still yours and you're still mine Through the fading ends of time

You gotta tell me baby, it's not right

I never come across another quite like you

'Cause I've spent time on the wrong side of the church door

We drove through the night, barely made it right on time

And your heart stands strong when the storm comes through

I asked her lifetime no less, and no more, she said my lifetime I’m yours forevermore

When the cards are on the table, and I am set for broke

Like a thief you stole my heart without a sound

Party died but left our souls alive so we walked down to the dock beneath the stars

And I ain't breaking, as long as I'm with you my dear

Band was playing by the time we arrived she couldn't help but smile when she heard that fiddle play

And the cocaine comes like a thief in the day

I couldn't hold you But I dreamed that way sometimes

I pray to God the day I'll find my death bed All I'll see you

Hold my breath 'til I suffocate

See me running down the alleyway

That first morning we locked eyes I made a vow that you'd be mine

I'm headed for the coast

I got three chords and I speak the truth

Band was playing by the time we arrived she couldn't help but smile when she heard that fiddle play

With every season, we may sway We're together all the way

But tomorrow I'll confess my sins

Rain's pourin' through the window panes And the cracks in this roof

Wearing a cotton dress just chasing a summer dream

And I'll know the day that she heads my way 'Cause her love it sets me free

Sunlight, it's on her skin

And Lord I wonder why it had to be her, To me it seemed to early to be right

There’s a party up ahead, an angel to my right, I took my hand and brushed her cheek,

You and I will dance this night away

[randomfoggytiger]

X-Files Collector's Edition: Mulder, To Jew or Not to Jew

While there is no canonical confirmation about fans' (and David Duchovny's and Vince Gilligan's) theories concerning Mulder's Jewish heritage, these fics say "who cares?" and explore the topic, anyway.

Loose chronolgical order below~

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls’s november 27, 1973

AU-- Different outcomes of that fateful day in the Mulder family household.

David Hearne's As Long As It's Not Patrick Swayze

Post Shadows Mulder and Scully watch a movie and bat religious ideas back and forth.

@leiascully's (Ao3) 

OctoberFicFest Day 2: Eat

Post One Breath Mulder is surprised that Maggie wants to take care of him.

Blasphemy?

Post IWTB Mulder is in Biblical times with sandals and disciples... or is he?

@writingwell/RocketMan's (Alt. Gossamer, Xanadu) Elsewhere

Mulder and Scully's car slides off the road; and the two hole up in a Lutheran church, discussing how they're never safe but never bored.

Summer's These Dreams

Mulder and Scully share a dream: saving Jewish aliens from Nazis.

@contrivedcoincidences6/Spooky66/geektime66's

Not Alone (Ao3)

Mulder reflects on religion, faith, and his lack thereof.

i_gaze_at_scully's Unnamed

Mulder is hit hard after a case involving the death of children at the hands of a pedophile.

Thalia D'Muse's Different Religion

Post Never Again Mulder ponders on the ouroboros of it all, and how much the truth has replaced his childhood beliefs.

Lapsed_Scholar's

Atonement

Part 1: Post Memento Mori Scully is furious that Mulder ghosts her for the weekend... then finds out he's turned to a neglected part of his identity out of sheer desperation to save her life.

Lights

Part 2: AU-- Emily lives, grows up with Mulder and Scully, and becomes interested in Mulder's Jewish heritage.

Heirloom

Part 3 (a prequel to Lights): AU-- 13 year old Emily expresses interest in Mulder's heritage; and is reassured that she is his daughter no matter what.

A Devil's Office 

AU-- Mulder does not leave in S9, staying home with William while Scully and Doggett and Reyes get caught up in a demon case. He later confesses to Reyes how much his son reminds him of his sister.

Beshter's Seasons: Fourth

Small mentions of Mulder's Jewish lineage slowly peek through, then spill over in a deluge of family history during the Kaddish case.

Meredith's (Alt. Tumblr)

Catching the Train

Kaddish Mulder wants to wrap up the case as fast as possible to get he and Scully back on the curing-her-cancer track.

The Sin of Submission

Sein und Zeit Mulder thinks his actions might have hurt Scully like Bill Mulder's had Tena. She swiftly reassures him.

bcfan's Hanukkah

Post Kaddish Scully buys Mulder a menorah. He assures her he's a multicultural guy.

@mollybecameanengineer/Sareki’s My Beloved (Tumblr)

AU-- Post Kaddish Mulder, shaken by Nazis and Hasidic Jews and Ariel, rushes into Scully's motel room and tells her his feelings.

incidental's (Alt. Tumblr) Into the Red Sea

Post Redux II Maggie finds Mulder in her church; and they have a conversation about his similarity to Moses's extended family.

Laura Blaurosen's In the Valley of Sorek

Post The Red and the Black Scully is scared to sleep. Mulder keeps her company, and later changes their flights so she can rest.

@amplifyme/wonderland/Lydia Bower’s

Reconciliation (Tumblr, Ao3)

Post All Souls Mulder picks Scully up from her church; and opens up about his religious past and current agnostic position.

denynothing1/Barbara D.'s Illuminations (Gossamer)

Post Drive Scully finds Mulder stumbling through his mother's Sabbatical routine. Tena had cut her son from the rituals, painting him with the same brush as her Nazi-sympathizing husband.

@mchalowitz's (Ao3) un-mulder

Pre-How the Ghosts Stole Christmas Scully is surprised by Mulder's storage wreath.

@90stvqueen/thesexfiles's Carol of the Narcissist and the Naysayer

AU-- Post How the Ghosts Stole Christmas Scully drops in with gifts, and opens a conversation that leads to more.

@aloysiavirgata’s (Ao3, WBM, Gossamer, LJ, Alt. LJ)

The Waters of Babylon (Ao3)

Mulder spends his time in Arcadia recalling on the one time he saw his parents in-love and happy and comparing it to his own failed marriage and relationships.

Gifts/Corundum and Ourania

Post The Goldberg Variation Mulder buys Scully wicked expensive earrings, curtesy of a local jeweler named Herschel.

Unnamed 

Post S9 Mulder and Scully, out-of-practice Jew and lapsed Catholic, spend a weekend ribbing each other over ham, lamb, and The Ten Commandments.

By Falling In And In - 3/5

AU-- William grows up with his parents... but that doesn't mean he's safe from the many misadventures and dangers of being a Mulder-Scully.

@cecilysass/cecily_sass/Cecily Sasserbaum’s The Gentle Art of Dream Interpretation (Ao3)

Mulder dreams of himself, his friends, and his enemies as French Jews during the persecution in Paris. He finds Scully outside; and the two of them finally discuss the topic-- and turn a new page.

DaynaFoxe's The Return of Samantha Mulder

AU-- Post Sein und Zeit Samantha is returned, alive and unaged. Mulder becomes her guardian; and Scully takes them both under her wing as they all readjust (Hanukkah and Christmas included.)

Beduini/beduini's Hurricane Season

AU-- S9 Mulder and Scully and William are trapped with the other disgruntled Scullys during a hurricane.

@sigritandtheelves/DarlaBlack’s Advent (Tumblr)

Mulder and Scully's Christmases develop over the years, mixing in elements of their partnership and family life as they do their best to stop Colonization and save (most of) the world.

Susan Proto's

Barbecue Series 10

AU-- S7 Maggie celebrates Mulder's Jewish holiday with he and Scully and Charlie... and Charlie is not happy.

Barbecue Series 17

AU-- S7 Tena sends her son, fresh from the hospital after a recent round of torture, a special gift.

Life Cycles 15 - The Grand Entrance

AU-- S9 Mulder joins a Jewish church; and Scully's pain tolerance is, once again, proven to be higher than expected (hint: their second child is born very fast and, one could say, very inconveniently.)

IShouldBeWriting's Together We Believe

Post IWTB Mulder's cousin draws he and Scully into a Jewish lore case. Scully sighs, resigned, and gets down to work.

@mangokiwitropicalswirl's (Ao3) The Seventh Time He Asked

IWTB (or Revival) Scully is ready, finally, to get married after listening to years of Mulder's various creative proposals.

@cock-holliday/biggayyeehaw’s Mulder, Scully, Skinner, Reyes, Doggett, and good old Cigarette Smoking Man himself were in a room with a tied-up Chris Carter

It's crack time; and CC has a lot of questions to (not) answer.

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!