#and tree decor!! at different stages!! finally!!!!

[hassianlovebot]

THE NEW PATCH LOOKS SO GOOD IM SO EXCITED

#new temple changes to climbing outdoor decor FROGBERT MY BELOVED #the new decor set is so cute!! #lvl 5 friendship!! i wonder if theyll add another romance one too #the new house looks SO good too #i wonder how itll work with the current house? like can we just upgrade our existing one or do we need to build an entire new house #and can we add our existing rooms to the new one? hmm.... #and tree decor!! at different stages!! finally!!!! #im so excited #like dont get me wrong pa.lia has its fair share of issues #but it always bugs me when people say the devs Never listen to us cause like. yes they do akjdhg

[convexicalcrow]

By all accounts, Magic Mountain was a lovely place. The bases coming up around it all in various stages of progress offered glimpses as to it's final form. Cub liked hanging out in the cherry trees at the top of the mountain, watching the sunset. It was a great backdrop for his fireworks tests. High enough to be out of the way of people's bases, and with enough open sky to really show off how good they looked.

There was just one problem with Magic Mountain, though. Gem and Grian's bases were just... foggy. Damp, cold, foggy. For whatever reason, the weather around their bases was so utterly different from everywhere else, and Cub didn't really notice it until he was up on that mountain and could see the distinct changes in lighting and atmosphere that surrounded that part of the river.

it was a bit creepy, really. To be fair, Gem and Grian had been weird all season. Something about fishing and being close to the water had clearly done something to them. Which is not to say Cub had been immune either. He'd done his share of fishing while Grian was trying to get that mending book, more for moral support and company than anything else. There were worse ways to spend your time than hanging out with your friends while fishing.

One evening, he got curious. He'd seen Gem's progress at her base, seeing the crane reaching out through the fog and the bright yellow sparks from the power lines punching through the darkness. A bright red beacon beam burst through the top of the lighthous, as if it was a warning. Something...

He flew down and landed on the docks, immediately feeling the change in atmosphere. The night ceased to be clear. Thick fog rolled around him, preventing him from seeing too far. The skull across the river glowed ominously, its towering presence looming over the water. He might have shivered. Something here didn't feel right.

"I probably shouldn't be here," Cub muttered as he walked further into the base.

The huge anglerfish head that decorated the fish market seemed alive somehow, bathed in the eerie glow of the bulb at the end of the protrusion coming from the top of its head. Its teeth just seemed razor sharp. Cub didn't want to approach it. He was sure he just saw it breath, saw some kind of tongue moving in its lower jaw.

He walked slowly, moving towards the lighthouse. The two fish that circled it moved so slowly, the fog making them seem like ghosts that weren't really there. They made no sound save for the soft movement of their bodies through the air.

He turned as something large seemed to hit the water, causing a splash.

"Hello? Is someone there?" Cub called. "Gem? Is that you?"

There was no answer, and only small splashes. Perhaps fish just swarming. Maybe that was just a squid landing after flying out of the water. Maybe that's what it was. He went closer to the water's edge, trying to see if he was alone.

"What the hell-? What is that thing?" Cub murmured as he saw an unusually large dark shadow moving through the water. It was too dark to see what it was; it was only visible because of the moonlight that had barely made it through the fog to reflect on the water.

One of the power lines sparked again, causing Cub to startle. It was too loud in the dark quiet dockyards. Perhaps a sign he should get out of here.

"Maybe that was just squid ink. Maybe it got scared when it fell into the water. Maybe that's it," Cub told himself as he moved past the lighthouse, hoping to pass out of Gem's area and back into the clear night.

Perhaps something grabbed his ankle and dragged him under before he could leave. Perhaps there was nothing more than dark water and soft, gentle singing before he respawned in his bed, clammy and wet, with a jagged stab wound through his heart made by some creature he did not want to imagine.

"Man, I ain't never going there again. That place is cursed for real though," Cub said. And if even he was scared to go there, perhaps the fear was well placed. Something was wrong with Gem's base, and Cub wanted nothing to do with it.

#hermitcraft #hermitfic #fanfic #cubfan135 #geminitay #sea monsters #i finished watching gem's latest ep and got inspired #so have some fic while i procrastinate on studying

[hauntedhokage]

PART 09: Planted

WORD COUNT: 1k

SUMMARY:  Bakugou’s thank you gift has materialized, he’s just forgotten to tell you that it’s for you

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The plant Bakugou had settled on was basically a miniature palm tree. It was taller than the two men and had to weigh at least sixty pounds without the massive planter it would need to live in and, naturally, the two men bickered the entire time they had to carry it. Neither knew where to put it, so it was placed by the entryway to the kitchen and they were done with it. You could direct them properly after Bakugou presented it to you.

When you finally return to the apartment after a long day of work, you’re surprised by the new edition to their environment but say nothing about it. If they wanted to talk about their new giant plant, they would, but instead you were told that dinner was almost ready and you just made your way to the small dining table. 

Over the last week, however, you and that palm were at odds. It was beautiful, but where they’d chosen to place it was not the best. Just barely out of your line of sight but perfectly placed for you to walk into. You had bruises on your hips from how often you ran into the thing since it was perfectly placed for you to walk into whenever you were leaving the kitchen to go to Eijirou’s bedroom or going into the kitchen from the living room, which created issues because your boyfriend's fingers found those bruises easily. 

“I really keep bumping into this thing,” you comment as you exit the kitchen on the morning of the seventh day, your hip hitting the rim of the planter for what was probably the hundredth time since its arrival in the apartment. “Not to tell you how to decorate, but is there somewhere else it can go?”

“Where do you wanna put it?” Eijirou asks, watching as you tilt your head in confusion while he gently takes your coffee mug from your hand to steal a drink. 

“Not my apartment.”

“But it is your plant.”

“It absolutely is not,” you counter, knowing that he knew damn well you wouldn’t bring a massive palm tree into their apartment. The building didn’t have an elevator, so you couldn’t have gotten it up here on your own. “I didn’t buy this thing.”

“No, but Bakugou got it for you. He didn’t tell you?”

“I haven’t seen him all week. Why would he get me a large plant?”

“Ask him!” The front door is opening, and you’re both looking at the confused Bakugou who hadn’t even crossed the threshold yet.

“Ask me what?” Eijirou just looks at you, and you take your coffee back before he emptied the mug while turning to face Bakugou.

“What’s up with the plant? And can we move it?” you ask, gesturing to the palm and watching the hero’s face quickly cycle through a couple different versions of flustered before he coughs

“Yeah, where do you want it?”

“Why is it my choice?”

“It’s your plant.” The two men speak in unison, and you only look between them while putting your hand on your hip as Eijirou looks to Bakugou. The way those two had conversations with just their faces was borderline annoying when you were just eating dinner with them, to have them do this while you were trying to deal with the apparently gifted plant can be forgiven since you know this is a vulnerable moment for the blonde that Eijirou was trying to help him through without over-helping (if that was even possible at this stage of budding friendship). 

“It’s, uh- it’s a palm.” You saw as much, but you know better than to push when Eijirou shoots a look your way. “Wanted to get you something nice to thank you for taking care of us after Fight Night. We can move it, but I can also take it back if you hate-”

“It’s not leaving this apartment.” You cut him off, raising a hand to stop Bakugou’s nervous rambling. “I only want it moved over by the TV so I stop bumping into it.”

“So…you like it?”

“I love it a lot!” You weren’t going to tell him you weren’t sure how to keep it alive, that could wait until he truly believed that you liked it. “But, also, you should probably come inside.”

There’s a moment where you’re hiding your smile in your coffee mug as Eijirou holds in his laughter while Katsuki looks around and sees that he is, in fact, still standing in the open doorway. The pink on his cheeks evolves into a red, and he quickly crosses the threshold and shuts the door behind him a bit harder than was intended. The request for help moving the palm is answered, and you can only watch as they carefully squat to lift the large planter and carry it across the living room to rest in the open space beside the TV before Bakugou is excusing himself to shower. 

“It’s really a beautiful palm,” you comment to Eijirou once Bakugou is locked in the bathroom to shower, and you know by the look on his face that he was really proud of it. 

“He picked it all out on his own. The tree, the pot, everything. I was just there to help carry it.”

“But does he know how to take care of it?” you ask, leaning into his side when his hand settles on your hip. “Because I know you don’t.”

All he says is that Bakugou was confident he could help you with it, leaning in to kiss your head as you both continue to look at the plant. It’s a comfortable quiet between you two, until you realize something. Eijirou had never done anything grand like this for you, not that he really needed to, but it was good teasing material. 

“How come you never got me a houseplant, Eiji?”

“I got you a key to my apartment, multiple drawers in my dresser, and you’re using my favorite coffee mug. Where’s my plant at your apartment?”

“You’re not responsible enough for a plant, babe. That’s why he hasn’t gotten you one either.”

#alp #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou imagine #kirishima x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugo imagine #kiribaku #mha fanfic #bnha fanfic

[jarenka]

finally I finished this pic. Maybe you remember it from the post I MADE IN FUCKING JUNE... a very old post.

And here is the scene in the fic I invented the whole opera plot for:

Anakin closed his eyes, lost in memories.

He and Obi-Wan took a day off to go to the Opera House of Senra together. Even with Anakin's driving habits, it took them four hours to get there. 

The theater building, as was customary in Karati, was located in the center of the park, and Anakin and Obi-Wan managed to take a little walk before the performance. Last time Anakin went to the opera with Palpatine more than twenty years ago.

 "Did you ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis The Wise?"

 He thought these memories would haunt him now, but as soon as he and Obi-Wan entered the theater building, all bad thoughts flew out of his head. They climbed the wide stairs, found their seats in the parterre. Until the lights went out, Anakin observed the hall decorated with intricate wood carvings and beautiful lamps modeled after different local flowers. Anakin and Obi-Wan were wearing their regular civilian clothes but the majority of spectators chose traditional evening clothes of East Catari, embroidered silk tunics. 

“Do you remember the first time you tried to dissuade me from going to the opera?” Anakin asked Obi-Wan. 

He was still very young back then, not even a teenager. In the dining room Anakin overheard other Jedi discussing the latest premiere in Galaxies Opera House. At that time he did not even know what a "premiere" was, and he saw something remotely similar to the theater play only once, when his mother's friends arranged an amateur performance for the children on... some kind of holiday? Anakin no longer remembered. He liked it. Aunt Sey portrayed a farmer and sang funny songs. 

“You were eleven," Obi-Wan replied. “Not every adult can handle opera, and I thought you wouldn't understand.”

He really barely understood anything. It was a historical drama with political intrigue at the end of which the hero was killed by his old enemy, and even as an adult Anakin found this plot to be overcomplicated. But then he was struck by the singing, and the music, and the and the actors in stunning costumes, and the soft play of light and color on stage. He sat almost motionless until entr'acte, and moved only when the curtain fell. "Is it the end?" he asked Obi-Wan, disappointed. "No, there are three acts, but in the meantime we can rest a little." 

In the opera they were currently watching there were only two acts and it took two and a half hours total. When the lights went out, the orchestra played a short overture in the dim light of the bulbs in the orchestra pit, then the lights went out, the music subsided. The hall was plunged into complete silence and darkness. 

And then a voice rang out — an amazingly beautiful contralto. Bluish light flooded the stage, illuminating the scenery of the palace garden with palm trees and bushes strewn with flowers; the palace itself was visible in the distance, a squat building with round domes; two female figures with spears guarded the entrance to the terrace where Princess Akarias was waiting for her beloved. The voice of the actress, at first quiet, now filled the whole hall, she pressed her hands to her chest, tormented by terrible forebodings. Her lover, Saria, a general of the royal army, had to lead troops to war with a neighboring kingdom, and Akarias was afraid that she would die. 

Anakin froze in awe just like years ago in the Galaxies Opera House. He had no idea that theater still could invoke such strong feelings in him.

It became a little brighter on the stage: dawn was approaching, and Akarias was afraid that her beloved would not come to her. 

This production was much simpler than any that was done at the Coruscant. No holoprojectors or complicated machinery. To change the scenery, the lights were turned off between scenes, and at some point Anakin was even able to distinguish the silhouettes of workers in black clothes who were carrying the royal throne from the stage. 

The author of the opera took the plot from the ancient history of Palia, the home planet of the current inhabitants of Carati. After the long war, the king of Asteria and king of Kadasa decided to marry their children Princess Akarias and Prince Tarr in order to establish peace between the kingdoms, but instead of becoming a pledge of peace, on the wedding night, Princess Akarias killed her husband. In the opera, this murder, as expected, was committed out of passion: Akarias was in love with the general Saria, who died in the war at the hands of Prince Tarr, and she agreed to the marriage only to take her revenge.

The last scene took place in the Prince’s pavilion decorated for newly married couple. Sitting in front of the mirror without her upper dress, Akarias sang that she still loves Saria. She prayed to the gods for her and Saria to be together in the afterlife despite her marriage with Tarr. She begged the spirit of Saria for forgiveness, and assured her that she entered into this marriage with only one goal: to do to Tarr what he did to Saria. From the bodice of her dress she took out a knife that had been with her all the wedding ceremony. The metal shone brightly in the spotlight. 

Tarr was waiting for her sprawled in the bed with only his undershirt on. He dreamed that he would finally make love with his beautiful young wife. He propped himself up on his elbows when Akarias approached him, and froze when, instead of going to bed with him, she picked up the knife. Akarias killed him, and then, after offering another prayer to the gods, she killed herself.

Only when the lights came on did Anakin notice that he had grabbed Obi-Wan's arm. He hastily unclenched his fingers and looked at Obi-Wan's palm. He felt a bit dizzy with excitement. 

“Does it hurt?” he asked. After all this beautiful music and beautiful voices his own voice sounded a bit weird to him. 

Obi-Wan replied with a puzzled look. 

"You adjusted the prostheses, didn't you?..” 

Anakin didn't adjust anything. He hadn't held hands with anyone for so long that it hadn't even occurred to him. 

“Well... I forgot.”  

Obi-Wan's gaze softened. 

“It's all right. Apparently, the factory settings suited you.” 

The actors came out to bow, and Obi-Wan and Anakin applauded them along with the rest of the audience.

#star wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #post-rotj au #my art

[steddie-island]

Christmas Magic

@steddiemas day 22 - Santa shenanigans | WC: 560 | Rating: G Also read on ao3

“Are the girls finally asleep?” Steve smiled up at Eddie from his spot on the couch. “Yeah.” Eddie took Steve’s book out of his hand and pushed his glasses up onto his head before lying down against his chest. “They got two stories, Harper had a glass of water, and I promised that we would wake them up if we heard reindeer on the roof.” He tucked his head against Steve’s shoulder and they wrapped around one another. 

“And you made sure they were both fully asleep?” Steve asked as he carded Eddie’s hair back off of his face. 

“I did.” Eddie tilted his face up to kiss his husband’s jaw. “So… are you ready?”

Steve grinned, pecked Eddie’s lips, and gently pushed at his hip. “Let’s play Santa.” 

This was Eddie’s favorite part of Christmas. Of course he loved other parts– the cookie decorating, cracking out Wayne’s hot chocolate recipe when it got really cold out, the nights they spent in a pile of blankets on the floor watching Christmas movies. But playing Santa? That was where he really got to shine. 

The living room was staged just perfectly. There was a tree in the corner with gifts stacked around the base of it. Next to the gifts they had a table set up with a glass of milk and a plate of cookies waiting on it. The stockings were hung up on the fireplace, and a fire had been burning low all day. 

Step one was putting the fire out, and knocking some of the logs and ash loose, like someone had slipped on them while coming down the chimney. Ash was smeared on the edge of the carpet– after Steve made sure it would come out of the fabric first. 

Then they grabbed Eddie’s favorite boots and the baby powder, and while one held the boots the other sprinkled the powder around the foot of it. They made a path from the fireplace to the tree, then to the table, then all the way back to the fireplace. 

The paper used on the Santa gifts was completely different, and Eddie took his sweet time writing their Harper and Willow’s names and from Santa in curling script on the gift tags.

Steve drank the milk, and Eddie ate the cookies, with just a bit of each left as evidence. The pièce de résistance this year was a silver bell, left right beside the fireplace, with an untied piece of ribbon, like it had simply come loose and fallen while Santa had made his exit back up the chimney.

It was so simple, only took half an hour to set up, but Eddie could already imagine the looks on those precious faces in the morning. They would have to spend a lot more time cleaning it up, but it was more than worth it. 

Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie and kissed the side of his head as they took in the scene together. “Think they’ll like it?” he murmured.

“I think they’re gonna lose it,” Eddie said. He grinned wide and caught Steve’s hand before tugging him towards the stairs. “Come on. I want my Christmas present now.”

Steve stopped to turn the lights off, leaving the living room glowing with the light coming from the Christmas tree, and he chased Eddie up the stairs to their bedroom. 

#steddiemas #Festive Friday #Steddie fic #Steddie ficlet #Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson #Christmas ficlet #Steddie drabble #My writing #My fic

[plushee-cant-draw]

My contribution to the Winter's Feast Fanzine 2023, hosted by @chainsaw-mewmew!! ^w^ featuring a bunch of shadows, along with their "king" and queen, decorating a tree together.

(If you haven't seen it yet you should go download it it's full of a lot of amazing artwork <3)

(The link above goes directly to the download page but this should be the link to the announcement post if you want to share it <3)

below the cut is various stages of progress of the drawing (for fun),

and a silly extra doodle

Sketch: (........I don't uh, usually do these. When drawing)

(Fuelweaver and the lights were different colors from everything else to help it stand out from the tree)

Lineart: (I have only now noticed the branch in the terrorbeak. uh. It doesn't show in the final piece bc the terrros beak is layered on top)

Color: (but no lineart color) (mildly cursed) (half of the lineart has vanished. wonder why.)

Color with with colored lineart:

Lastly, a few extra effects (Some could sorta fall under shading, idk what they'd be called exactly though.)

Of course, the shading would just be the finished piece :3

and. a silly doodle because I am suffering. not really im fine and normal about the two dst winter themed pieces I've drawn this year. This one, about shadows having a good time during the feast and the other one, about survivors having a not good time. with impalement. and blood. for those who like. blood and violense idk :3

Im going to bed now gn

#dst charlie #ds charlie #yeah sure I'll tag everyone else #dst Mr. Skitts #mr skitts #Shriek #ink blights #Parasitic shadeling #fused shadeling #Shadow bishop #shadow pieces #dst fuelweaver #ancient fuelweaver #terrorbeak #Them #They don't appear directly but. the eye tree topper. #dstwff2023 #The shadows get to be happy. as a treat. my leveret gets maimed also as a treat. <- Ignore this I #ough #*crawls into a hole but in a silly way

[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

Gift

Written for @hinnymicrofic December 2023 - Prompt 22

Ginny’s eyes were wide as saucers as the Potter family took their seats. “This is amazing!”

Harry didn’t bother trying to hide his grin. “We saw the hall when we came to look around, Gin.”

“I know. But look at what they’ve done with it! It’s like Christmas exploded in here!”

Even accounting for Ginny’s obsession with Christmas decorations, Harry had to admit she had a point. The teachers at St Grogery’s in Little Whinging hadn’t put in half as much effort when it came to decorating the school for the festive season. The tree in the back corner stretched almost to the ceiling, and was covered with decorations made by the children. The ceiling was swagged with criss-crossing paper chains that Harry was sure his wife would fully appreciate, and the walls were covered with bright pictures showing Christmas traditions from around the world, created by each class. Harry made a mental note to hunt down and admire James’s picture amongst the reception class creations before he left.

Ginny, however, was staring at the front of the hall. “How have they made the stars appear on that curtain? Without magic, I mean,” she asked.

Harry let his gaze fall on the temporary stage constructed in front of them. It was edged around the front with black velvet, and there was a matching backcloth hanging from the wall behind, punctuated with little pinpricks of light to look like a starry night sky.

“Electricity, Gin. It’s just lots of tiny little lightbulbs, poking through the fabric,” he explained.

“Really? Take a picture! Dad will love it!”

Harry rolled his eyes, but did as she asked, raising the camera to take a picture of the empty stage, taking care not to disturb his infant daughter, asleep in the baby carrier strapped to his chest.

Albus, seated on Ginny’s lap, seemed just as taken with the school hall as Ginny, wriggling around and pointing as different things caught his eye. Then, the reception class filed onto the stage, and he was mesmerised. Harry searched the line of small children for his elder son, pointing him out to Albus and Ginny as soon as he spotted him.

James stood to the side of the stage, wearing his Wise Man costume (expertly constructed by Nanna Molly), cardboard crown sitting crooked on his wild hair, dark eyes wide and searching the crowd. As soon as he saw his parents and brother, his face split into a huge grin. 

The nativity was predictably adorable - though with twenty-seven four and five year olds in homemade costumes, none of them standing in the right place, half of them forgetting their lines, and most of them stopping to wave at their parents, how could it be anything else?

James aced his line, shouting it at full volume (“I BRING THE GIFT OF GOLD TO HONOUR THE NEWBORN KING!”), Ginny cried, Harry took about a billion photos, Albus demanded snacks roughly every thirty seconds, and Lily slept through the whole thing.

That evening, when the kids were finally all in bed asleep, Ginny handed Harry a glass of red wine and flopped down on the sofa beside him. She was uncharacteristically quiet. With the experience of several years of marriage, Harry waited silently for her to marshall her thoughts.

“I’ve been worrying about putting James into Muggle school for months, you know,” she said eventually. “Questioning whether it really was the right thing to do.” 

Harry’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “I didn’t realise. You should have said something.” 

“No,” she sighed. “There wasn’t any point. Realistically, we didn’t have much choice, given neither of us wanted to stop working. I just… didn’t have any frame of reference for what it would be like. I don’t know anyone else who’s done it. Mum was so shocked, Bill and Percy’s kids are learning at home. I just felt so guilty.” She took a sip of wine, then turned to look at him, brown eyes dancing with flames reflected from the fireplace. “But after today, I don’t. Not any more. It was so wonderful. I… I wish I’d had the chance to do that.” 

“The play?” he asked.

“Yes - but all the rest of it too. Being with the other kids. Learning together. Playing with their friends. They just all looked so happy.”

“I dunno, Gin. I’ve always thought your childhood sounded pretty perfect.”

“In a lot of ways, it probably was. We didn’t have a lot, but I know how lucky we were. It’s just that it… it could be lonely. Me, Ron and the twins were this little unit, but I was the youngest and the only girl, and I got left out a lot. Then, when the boys got older and started leaving for Hogwarts, it was just me and Mum.” 

Harry took a sip of his wine. “I would have loved having what you had.”

Ginny turned to face him, looking earnest. “That had nothing to do with how you were educated though, it was because your Aunt and Uncle are evil child abusers! It’s going to be so different for our kids, to what either of us had.” She turned to face him, and something about her expression reminded him of a fierce mama bear protecting her cubs. “They’re going to get the best of both worlds. Love and magic at home. Play and friends and learning at school. And the fact that we get to choose this for them makes everything we went through for this to be our future seem more worth it than ever.” 

Harry nodded. “Sounds pretty idyllic, now you come to mention it.”

“Yeah, it really does, doesn’t it?” She snuggled back against him, cradling her wine glass, as he put his arm around her. “I’m sorry it took me a while to realise it.”

He dropped a kiss onto the top of her head. “They’re lucky kids.”

They were quiet for a moment, until Ginny looked at him with a grin. “I think so. But tell that to James next time he’s complaining about the school dinners!”

#hinny microfic #harry potter #ginny weasley #harry x ginny #hinny #fanfic

[faytalepsy]

Process of my HEX Gift

I finally remembered to take a few screenshots of my progress stages and I always wanted to do a walkthrough post so here we are!!

I did not have a specific prompt from my giftee, except for the ship which was Silrah so I decided I wanted to draw a cozy romantic Christmas scene.

Which totally showed in my first sketch...definitely... My first sketches mostly look unrecognizable and there is no real system for them because it's just lines for my brain to visualize where I want everything to be. Sometimes they look like this, sometimes they are more light/shadow inclusive. The next step was to work out the poses for Farah and Saul and as you can see, I was struggling. 🤣

When I finally found the pose I was looking for and fleshed out some elements in the background it was time for one of my absolute favorite parts.....that I forgot to screenshot....THE VALUES Which is me trying to figure out the lighting by blocking in light and dark areas with various shades of grey. But because I forgot to take a screenshot (and the value layer that I normally keep until the end for reference disappeared into the void of procreate) we will skip straight to the colour! I very roughly block in the areas with the colours I have in mind to see if everything fits and change what I don't like yet. When that is done I now have a finished concept which I need to refine and then paint!

And now I reached the point of actual background design which was HARD. I looked at many pics of Farah's headmistress' office to try and get a feel for what items might be in her private suite. The mantle of the fireplace looked very empty even after I added the little astrology magic thing and the flowers so I decided to add a circle just like the ones in her office as @septemberrie deducted. I also played around with the design of the fire guard because I wanted it to have that elegant whimsical fairy vibe. I added a lamp inspired by one from Sims 4 and a book in the foreground to hide the awkward angle they are sitting at. For the frame on the wall, I wanted a moon-themed design but it took me a while to figure it out, which is why I left the frame empty for now. Then it was time for lineart and actually sketching in the elements I wanted to be in the background. I usually set my colour or value layer and the sketch layer to 20% and draw over it.

You might also notice that the wrapped sword disappeared...which I regret to this day because I simply forgot to paint it into the rough lineart and only remembered when Skye asked what's supposed to be in the remaining present. Maybe I will add it at some point because now Saul has no present...except for Farah. But the square box present was meant to be Saul's present to Farah and originally I wanted a jewelry box but it was too small to see so I just....put a bigger box. Creativity *sparkles*

Another thing is that from the rough line-art to the nice line-art (yes I always draw my line-art two or three times.....even though line-art is my least favorite stage probably) the Christmas tree is losing a lot of ornaments. Originally I wanted to put in way more stuff like small straw stars or figurines but after painting a million tiny branches I started regretting every life decision that brought me to this point so I simplified the tree. A lot. In the end, I don't regret that because I think it fits them even better. Silrah don't strike me as people who go all out on Christmas and rather just decorate small and tastefully (given they would even celebrate because Otherworld= different culture, but we ignore that piece of worldbuilding for this Christmas-themed drawing)

Next I block in every area on a separate layer so I can alpha-lock them for the painting process. At this point I was getting too annoyed with the tree because painting it was a pain in the ass so I started shading and painting in textures and finishing everything else before even continuing to block in the tree.

The whole image was still too cold at this point so I went in with one of my favorite parts: atmosphere and then lighting bringing it all together and making the painting shine! Painting light is so much fun and I definitely want to learn more about lighting and structure to get better at it but I really love it when someone compliments the light in my art!!

I also finally added the title of the book in the front. I wanted it to be something about magic that Farah would read and looked at various old book covers with pretty lettering. I decided on "The Story of Magic" because I found a very pretty-looking reference cover with exactly the letters that I needed to spell.

And then....something was still missing......THE TREE. (I didn't take a progress picture at that stage that's why it's already in the pics up there but in the end I still had to draw the light on the branches and after doing about four or five of them I decided the effort was not worth the result and did the light reflection very very roughly. But I don't think anyone except me really notices.

And tada the finished Christmas drawing!

#my drawing process #fay draws #was this coherent? I hope it was coherent #I actually love sharing my process #it's so much fun to talk about all the work you did after you already finished lmao

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Credits To @puppiesandnightlock for the idea❤️

THANK YOU SO MUCH @puppiesandnightlock for the Sing 2 Christmas one shot idea(storyline, honestly)

Chapter 1

Buster Moon's POV:

I got out of bed and grudgingly trudged down from my little staircase made of books to open the windows. Bright sunlight blinded me along with an icy chill of.. Wait, is that? I forced my eyes open and squinted, rubbing my eyes ferociously. A gorgeously shaped snowflake landed gracefully on the window plate, as I admired it with awe, I looked down and noticed the rooftops of the houses in the city were aesthetically coated with a thick layer of seemingly fluffy snow. My little mouth dropped in astonishment of the breathtaking sight. It rarely snowed in Calatonia, making it almost a lifetime opportunity to see the city with snow. I was just mindlessly gazing out my window when suddenly the door was kicked open and in came in Porsha, who I recently invited to stay at New Moon theatre. (I'm using New Moon Theatre since we don't know exactly how Majestic looks like, other than the stage.) Porsha rushed frantically to me and gave me a body-crushing hug, while ecstatically squealing, "Merry Christmas Mister Moon! I've invited the everyone to the theatre, Rosita, Norman and all 25 of her kids are coming, oh and don't worry about them, I already went Christmas shopping yesterday, got each and everyone who is coming gifts, ooh guess what I got for Ash, you'll never guess!" My head was spinning, I was clearly dumbfounded, but before I could even mumble a single word in, Porsha started rambling again, "I got her a new guitar case, she's gonna love it, I can already tell! I spent so long trying to decorate it in her style, we two have such different taste, I bought I bunch of stickers from her favourite store to DIY it, and it turned out perfectly, I got Rosita and Norman one of the very best nannies to look after their kids for as long as they like so Rosita won't have to worry and Norman can finally concentrate on work, I'm gonna take the kids to a huge toy store and get them whatever they want, since I don't know all of their likings, Gunter a karaoke system, got Johnny a portable keyboard and sheet music, for Meena I got her new baking stuff and recipes, Miss Crawly loads of new dresses and wigs for her to dress up with, AirPods for Nooshy so she can street dance without having to always lug that bulky radio around, I got Clay a new guitar, since his is, like, 15 years old, Alphonso merchandise for his business and for you I got, oh whoops I almost spilled the surprise!" Porsha covered her mouth with her hand/paw (???) and snickered, "You'll never guess what it is! But don't tell anyone about their gifts, alright?" she warned. I blinked, flustered with all the new information processing through my tiny brain(smol). "Hello?

You there? Come one, we have to decorate the theatre, thank goodness I was reassured by Rosita, who's gonna bring breakfast, we already have so much to do! Now let's go!" Porsha stopped waving her hand in my face and strutted out. I reluctantly followed her out, stretching my arms and yawning groggily, tossing my perfectly pre-planned outfit on, which consisted of my regular snow-white(®) button down shirt, a dark blue suit jacket with matching pants along with a black belt. I lost the bow tie and put on a tie which didn't exactly suit my style, but looked definitely like the explanation of 'Christmas' It was red and green striped, with several, small, Christmas elements around it. I kicked my chocolate brown shoes on and dashed off to find Porsha, who was humping a box of old Christmas decorations, along with a newly, store-bought bag of Christmas decorations, which she willingly offered to get. We emptied the box and bag to find a Christmas tree slightly taller than Porsha, numerous baubles and colourful fairy lights, a glittery golden star, miniature bells that ring a delightfully pleasant tune to hang up on the tree, collectable reindeer, scented candles that smelled pleasingly of peppermint, stockings, decorated wreaths, ornamental angels and fairly expensive snow globes. I lighted up the scented candles and placed them all over the theatre, arranged the ornaments of reindeer, angels and snow globes immaculately and decorated the bottom part of the Christmas tree, while Porsha had to set up the tree, decorate the upper half, hang the fairy lights on and through the ceiling and got the opportunity to position the star. I wiped a drop of perspiration off my sweaty forehead and panted, that was certainly a lot of work, but we got it done just in time! I looked up at Porsha and grinned from ear to ear, thanking her profusely for her help.

Porsha's POV:

Oh, my gosh, today is Christmas! It's the most, wonderful time, of the year! I stayed up all night wrapping all my gifts, I'm exhausted and ecstatic all at the same time! I must say, I think I overdid myself on the presents, but after all, AM earning my own money, now that Buster got me a job here at New Moon Theatre AND I was invited to stay here. I got ready in a blink of an eye, wearing my white cropped top, neon blue puffy jacket, midnight blue ripped jeans and my. ankle length brown uggs. I thought the outfit looked gloomy so I threw on some colourful neon jewellery and stormed off to Buster's room to wake him up. I just noticed the absolute beauty of the snow through his window, it was gorgeous! He and I got ready for the crew's arrival, I seriously can't wait for them to get here! 

I planned out a perfect day! First, I pleased Rosita to get us all our favourite breakfast for each of us, who gave in after one request, she's the best! I regret being so rude to her... 

My favourite breakfast is french toast and a milkshake with extra whipped cream, Buster's is toasted PB&J sandwiches with milk, Miss Crawly's is toast and tea, Ash's is fruit tarts and lemonade, Gunter's is pancakes with fruit, Johnny's is avocado toast with tea (being British don't mind me), Rosita's and Norman's is coffee, the kids all have different tastes, but they like reallyyy sugary stuff, Nooshy's is- hold on I don't think she eats breakfast, does she? 😃🤔 I texted her she sent me:

GirlieOnFire(Porsha): Heyyyyy

IllegallyDancing(nooshy): hiiiiiii what's up

GirlieOnFire: do you eat breakfast?

IllegallyDancing: no course I don't that's for WEaK pEoPIE🤭🥰

GirlieOnFire: well you really should it's not gUd FoR yA🤓👆

IllegallyDancing: yes I eat breakfast

👁️👄👁️

GirlieOnFire: well you should've just SAID SOO🤨

Illegally Dancing: why am I friends with you

GirlieOnFire: I should be asking that, now what do you eat

IllegalyDancing: well I go to any restaurant and see if they have any food leftover in their trash, why?

GirlieOn Fire: ...

IllegallyDancing: what? 🤨

GirlieOnFire: *Venmo $200*

IllegallyDancing:😨

GirlieOnFire: now shoo and go get smth to eat

So I forgot to ask her her preference🤭 Ah well of I'm gonna guess sweet stuff, cuz she told me the first time she went into a diner was went Johnny met her

Continuing, Clay loves TEA

WITH HONEY(yeah totally for sure I asked Ash 🥰) 

So after breakfast, we're gonna walk around caroling and promoting our theatre. I'm gonna surprise Buster with the promoting and his other gift, I managed to convince one of my FAVOURITE FASHION BRAND to sponsor the theatre! I can't wait to see the look on Buster's face when I tell him!

End Of Chapter 1

I’m so sorry, it’s not me best work, I don’t have snow, so I don’t know the experience, please comment some ideas and thoughts, I take criticism very well❤️

If you’re into Jooshy, I highly recommend @puppiesandnightlock ‘s fanfiction, Breakdancing and Romancing, on Fanfiction.Net. This fanfic was the genius story that got me obsessed with fanfics in the first place🤩

#Sing #sing 2 #buster #buster moon #posha #porsha crystal #story #nooshy

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Plants - Wip

Aha!!! I got Corn done, finally!! In three different versions - dry (which I meant to get with the first fields and couldn't ever make it pretty enough), green with tops and green without. And I found a texture for Rye! Yay! :D

The only thing missing I think is coffee and tea plants... they're being very evasive but I'm hoping to find something that will work.

Super excited for these, crops are a vital asset to medieval communities so I'm itching to get them all staged (:

Putting out one last chance to request crops! If you want something special let me know - please don't ask for typical garden vegetables - I'm doing those right after I get these out! I promise(: I also have more flowers and fruit trees going.

And single versions of all the fields so you can decorate smaller areas around your lots.

So far this is my crop list:

Wheat, Winter wheat, Barley, Oats, Rye, Corn, Cotton, Rice, Soybeans, Sugarcane, Tobacco/Hemp,

Coffee and tea as soon as I find something suitable. I'm also looking for chickpeas, but I think I might have better luck looking through my bush textures rather than a single plant for these. To be determined.

Hoping to get these out by this weekend!

#ts3 #ts3wip

[nancypullen]

Merry Everything and a Happy Whatever

Well, I cam back from Florida with just a couple of days to prepare for the onslaught of Christmas and promptly got sick. The virus that my sister had, some respiratory thing, definitely not a common cold, took me out at the knees. I slogged through the grocery store with my long list (I wore a mask!) and hauled home enough to feed an army. Everyone arrived on the 22nd and I made a dinner of pork carnitas, tortillas, and all the toppings. Rice and beans rounded out the meal and the whole gang was satisfied. The next night was a rotini and meatball bake, extra cheesy. And so it went. I was Typhoid Mary in the kitchen, coughing up a lung, and you'd think spreading disease. Would you believe that not a single person caught it? I'm just now feeling human again and no one else is even sniffling. I have to admit that the Christmas dinner was not my best. I kept forgetting to set timers. The turkey was dry (and I pride myself on juicy roasted birds!), the sweet potato casserole was not quite set, and I left the rolls in too long. I felt like a failure, but everyone ate and no one died.

Christmas was merry, Santa was sure good to all of us - especially a certain little girl. My boys spoil me absolutely rotten, to the point of making me feel guilty. I always cry and act like a doofus because I still see those sweet little boys of mine, and I want them to save their money for themselves. I should be proud that they're both doing so well and are so kind, but I just feel guilt. I'm not worthy! I'm sure a psychologist could have a field day with my thoughts. Anywayyyy, even though I was sick as a dog, it was wonderful to have everyone together. I felt like apologizing for not being more fun. I hate it that Matt flew all the way home and we didn't even play our usual rounds of Song Quiz or go on an adventure. In summary, Christmas was wonderful because my family is wonderful. The Edgewater parents had to go back to work, so we kept Little Miss for a three extra days since she's out of school. She helped me take all of the decorations off the tree (I knew she was dying to get her hands on those ornaments) and we collected all of the Santas, deer, and holiday knick-knacks from around the house. Between the two of us we got Christmas packed away and everything tidied up. Turns out child labor is beneficial. We took her to see Migration and she giggled all the way through. She dressed herself for the movie and I didn't fight it. Better to be overdressed than underdressed, right?

We handed her over yesterday afternoon and I came home and told Mickey that I was takin' to the bed. I don't think I moved for twelve hours. I didn't do much today either. I need to rest up for our big New Year's Eve festivities.

Yeah, I can't say that with a straight face. We have NO plans. I wouldn't go if we did. I don't even have a dinner planned for us. Usually Matt gets to stay through New Year's Eve and I do a buffet of appetizers. We may be eating tuna sandwiches on paper plates. Sounds like I've given up, doesn't it? Lawdy, I'm just tiiired.

Anywho, I survived and thankfully the family seems to have missed my contagious stage. I'd feel really awful if they'd all taken this nasty virus home. Glad it ended with me, good riddance to it. I'm thinking about what my word for 2024 will be and I'm just not sure. Last year I chose the word flourish. I chose it because I was so unhappy here, couldn't seem to make a friend, etc. I was determined to take control and make this my home. I should have chosen a different word. I tried, good grief how I tried. I'm an Army brat, I'm not shy about meeting people or being in new places. I've taken classes, gone to functions, reached out to others, even gone out a couple of times with some local ladies. Apparently I'm still undesirable. I did apply for and finally get a job at the library, so maybe that will help. If nothing else I'll make a little money while the local population rejects me.

Might as well make the best of it. Maybe my word for the new year will be acceptance. It is what it is. I'd rather my word be winner, as in lottery. Did you see that Powerball jackpot? Whew! I'd be outta' here so fast. With that kind of cash I could still see Little Miss every week. Fancy Grancy could jet in for gymnastics practice and dinner. Crossing all my fingers. I'll save one for Denton though.

Maybe that's the cold meds talking. Or not. I've whined my way through this blog post, so I'll end this little pity party. Just wanted to get you all caught up before we hang a new calendar. I'll think about my word for 2024 and get back to you. Anyone else choosing one? I've seen folks opting for simplify, balance, courage, gratitude...in what direction are you hoping to steer your next 365 days? We've passed the winter solstice and we're gaining sunlight every day, let's walk into the sunshine and choose happiness this year. I've always found happiness in small things - a pretty sunset, bird song, little green shoots in the spring. Tomorrow I'm going to get a whole bunch of tulip bulbs (a gift!!) in the ground. I'm planting hope. There's always hope, right? Alright, I'm off to soak in a bubble bath and read the latest Lisa Jewell book. I was on a library waitlist for months and so far it's been worth it. I downloaded it on my new Christmas KIndle. The Pullen men hate it that I'll use the same technology for a decade (my old Kindle worked fine, just didn't hold a charge like it used to). There you have it. It's over. Ladies, we decorated, shopped, wrapped, cooked, and spread joy like chicken pox. The lull between Christmas and the new year celebrations is a welcome relief. Rest if you can, recharge. You've earned it. Sending out loads of love tonight. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

[bbgem329]

Things Are Never As They Seem—Chapter Fourteen

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)

Summary

You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…

Warnings

MINORS DNI. 18++. Language. Fluff. Angst. HW sucks. PR relationships. Rich white bitches, man. Pining!Seb. Puppy lovin.

Series Masterlist

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December 8, 2020

You let out a heavy sigh as you haphazardly tossed your phone on the coffee table before slipping out from the blanket cocoon you’d made yourself on the couch. Your steps were heavy as you dragged yourself to the window, watching the snowfall over the brightly lit city below.

December always looked so good on New York City.

You didn’t much care for the cold but the lights, the snow, the overall cheer in the atmosphere for the approaching Holidays brought a different sort of warmth. One you were convinced you wouldn’t ever find anywhere else.

New York City was home and you were more than relieved to finally be home after months away.

You weren’t supposed to be back for a whole other week but the director had some sort of family emergency and she’d decided to dismiss everyone early. You weren’t the slightest bit upset over it, you happily booked the first flight home as soon as you’d returned to your rented apartment that evening and were falling into your very own bed by midnight.

You had only been back for a few days and you still had yet to let a single person know. You’d convinced yourself you just needed a few days to get your life back in order—clean the apartment, wash your sheets, do some laundry, grocery shop, etc. It was nice to unwind and step back, at least for a little while.

You’d even taken the time to put up your Christmas decorations but decorating the tree hadn’t felt as special as it usually did. For the past three years, you and Sebastian had made it somewhat of a tradition to do it together with cheesy matching Christmas PJ’s, Christmas music, and spiked eggnog. You really tried to make it a fun ordeal, you bought the PJ’s—a cute, fuzzy white set with a matching robe and slippers, got shitfaced on Peppermint Schnapps Hot Chocolate while blaring ‘Baby, It’s Cold Outside’ and Mariah Carey’s ‘All I Want For Christmas is You’, but it just wasn’t the same.

Although that tradition seemed to be a big fat lie because according to Sebastian’s recent instagram post, he hadn’t had a christmas tree in twenty years. You nearly choked on your coffee when it popped up on your feed—a masked selfie of him with a barren tree and then another picture of a fully decorated, lit tree.

You knew it was all for show but that didn’t make it sting any less. It felt like somewhat of a slap in the face if you were being honest, like all those christmas’ you shared meant little to nothing to him. It’s what they intended anyways—to make it seem like they’re relationship was just so special and so serious that they were celebrating by starting up old, new traditions again.

Clearly Sebastian wasn’t working too hard at getting out of that contract. Just yesterday Catalina posted a picture of them together but this time with the all clear to tag him. The picture was a joke, a highly staged shot of their shadows on a trail with the caption ‘Walking on a dream’. He didn’t interact, choosing instead to post an old video of him in quarantine, goofing around. However, Erin was quick to comment about how much she loved them together.

You swore you’d never rolled your eyes harder.

It seemed that Catalina was finally getting her way.

And she really couldn’t be too mad about Sebastian not interacting with her post when she finally got that follow from him she’d been whining about for months. His fans were in a massive uproar over it and she was only pissing them off more with all the pictures she won’t stop posting on her story of the damned christmas tree.

You couldn’t even be bothered with it anymore, you muted both her and Sebastian almost immediately after you saw the post.

You were beyond determined to enjoy your break and the holidays, with or without him. You weren’t going to let either of them ruin your favorite time of the year.

You were home.

Christmas was in seventeen days.

You were going to spend some much needed time with Macy and Blake.

And that was more than enough to make everything okay.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when an insistently, loud knock sounded at the door.

“I know you’re in there, Y/N. You better fucking open the door right now.”

You’d recognize that voice anywhere.

A beaming grin spread across your lips and your feet moved on their own accord, steps light as you sprinted to the door. As soon as you turned the lock and released the door chain, Blake was shoving himself into your apartment.

“Hi.” You giggled, throwing yourself into his chest, arms wrapped tightly over his shoulders and your legs around his waist. “I missed you so much.”

“Uh. No.” He made a disgruntled noise as he peeled your body away from his and set you back on your feet. You let out a little whine, making grabby hands towards him but he leveled you with a heated glare and slapped your hands away. “Why the fuck haven’t you told anyone you were home? Let alone answered your goddamn phone?”

You shrunk into yourself, arms folded comfortingly over your chest as your gaze flickered to the floor. You were sure you looked similar to a kicked puppy and you were hopeful it would help you plead your case. You gave a little shrug, “I just wanted some time to clean up and put my life back together.”

Blake scoffed, rolling his dark hues as he shot a glance back over his shoulder.

“How did you even find me anyways?” Your brows furrowed as you rose to the tip of your toes, trying to steal a peek at whoever was standing just outside the doorway. “Who is with you?”

“I have your location, dumbass.” Blake huffed, smacking his hand over your face and forcing your head away, inadvertently covering your eyes and blocking your view. “You can come in now.”

“What-”

“Shut up, sweetheart.” He huffed, poking at your side with his free hand, “I have a surprise for you.”

You stuck your tongue out, licking Blake’s hand but he didn’t budge, completely unphased as he pulled you back into his chest and spun you in the direction of what you assumed was the door. “Blake.”

“Just trust me, woman.” He groaned, arms tightening around your wiggling form. “Jesus Christ.”

Your heart sped up in your chest as you continued to struggle in his hold. On one hand you wanted so desperately for it to be Sebastian standing before you when Blake removed his hand but an even bigger part of you wasn’t at all prepared to face him yet. He wouldn’t come, not if you didn’t want him to. You asked for space and for the most part, he was giving it to you. It was silly to even consider the possibility that he would be here, not when you’d been ignoring his texts and calls for the past couple weeks.

“Blake.” You whined, clawing at the hand over your face. “Come on. I hate surprises.”

“You’re such a brat.” He sighed, releasing his hold before taking a step back.

It took a minute for your eyes to adjust to the light but once they did, your entire being lit up and warmth spread throughout your chest, “Oh My God.”

You breathed out a little sigh, whether it was one of relief or disappointment you weren’t sure. Regardless, you were happy to find Damion standing just inside the doorway with the sweetest, little goldendoodle puppy cradled to his chest. “You got a dog?” You gasped out, rushing forward to pet the sleepy puppy, cooing and fawning over the little girl or guy. “Oh and hi, Damion. This is such a pleasant surprise.”

Damion flashed you a shy smile, wiggling his dark brows at you as a jet black curl fell unceremoniously over his baby blue eyes. He was so handsome, in an unaware, shy kind of way, and you completely understood why Blake was so smitten.

Your attention turned fully to the dog then, combing your fingers through its soft, golden curls, “Well, aren’t you the cutest little thing, huh?” You squeaked out a delighted giggle as the pup leaned into your touch, nudging its nose against your cheek. “Aw, thank you. Thank you.”

“It’s not our dog.” Blake spoke up, and you glanced over your shoulder just in time to see a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His hands landed on either of your shoulders, giving them a tiny little squeeze, “Merry Christmas, babe.”

Your brain short circuited, fingers freezing in the pup’s fur, “What?” Your jaw dropped as Damion passed the puppy off to you and you instinctively cradled it to your chest, “Blake?”

“Well,” Blake shrugged, trailing back out into the hall, “You’ve been talking about getting one for months now and I thought, why not?”

You stood, watching dumbly as he and Damion dragged in a giant crate, a few big bags of dog food, and three brown bags.

“I know how lonely you get on the road, especially when myself, Macy, or,” He hesitated, rolling his bottom lip between, “Seb… Can’t be with you. I just thought maybe having this little guy would make things a little easier for you.”

Your heart swelled in your chest and you buried your face in the puppy’s fur to hide the heat rising to the apples of your cheeks. “I can’t believe that you bought me a puppy.” When you lifted your head, there were tears pooling in your eyes, “It’s a boy pup?”

Damian chuckled, wrapping an arm over your shoulder, “It’s a boy, miele.”

You squeaked out a choked back sob as Blake slid up beside you, sandwiching you in a hug between the two big men, “I love you guys. You got me a fucking puppy.”

“We love you too.” Blake laughed, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of your head, “But I’m definitely still pissed you didn’t tell me you were home. You have a lot of explaining to do, girlie.”

“Okay, but first,” You beamed, wrinkling your nose at him, “Does this dude have a name?”

“That’s your job, sweetheart.” Blake smirked, playfully nudging his hip into yours, “Your his mom, after all.”

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Y/N_Y/L/N: Guys!! I’m officially a dog momma!

Meet my fur baby, Bentley!

After making room for the crate in your office and finding a home for all Bentley’s toys, you begged Blake to take a bunch of cute pictures of you snuggled up on the couch with the sleepy puppy cradled in your lap. As soon as you deemed the photos good enough, you didn’t hesitate to post a few on your instagram.

You were absolutely in love with the sweet boy and you figured it wouldn’t hurt to show him off. Besides, Ellie had been on your butt about posting something to let your fans know you were alive and well. You tended to fall off the face of the earth when filming and they always seemed to worry when you were quiet for too long. You were essentially killing two birds with one stone.

It hadn’t even been up for fifteen minutes and your notifications were blowing up. A flood of comments and likes lighting up your phone screen where it lay mostly forgotten on the coffee table.

“I heard you still haven’t really talked to Sebastian.”

Your head snapped up from where you were watching the hot chocolate swirl in your reindeer mug, eyes wide, almost like a deer caught in the headlights, “Where did you hear that from?”

“Oh my God.” Blake groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face, “Why do you act so surprised every time? I talk to him too, ya know?” Blake rolled his eyes, sharing a look with Damion, “He actually won’t stop pestering me about you. I love him to death, Y/N, but my God, that man literally can’t handle not speaking with you. You’re really putting him through it.”

“Well, that’s not entirely true.” You declared, giving a lazily shrug of your shoulders as you eyes trailed back down to Bentley snoozing in your lap, “I texted him a few days ago.”

“Are you for real right now, Y/N?” Blake scoffed, brows furrowed and lips pressed in a thin line. His expression and tone took you aback. He was disappointed and it made your heart clench painfully in your chest, “All you said was ‘hi’ and then proceeded to not respond to his other texts. Don’t you think you’ve punished him enough?”

“Blake.” Damian warned, pressing a hand over his thigh.

“I don’t know, Blake.” You groaned, tugging a hand frustratingly through your hair, “I don’t know, okay? I’m hurt. I should talk to him but I don’t know if-”

“Do you love him, Y/N?”

You snapped your mouth shut, completely thrown off by his question. You let out a loud scoff, setting your mug down before pressing the heel of your hands over your eyes as you shook your head, “Of course I do. Why would you even ask me that?”

“I think it’s completely fair.” Blake pointed out, brushing Damian off as he sat forward on the edge of the love seat, resting his elbows over his knees as he leveled you with a hardened stare, “Because I expected you to be a mess when we showed up here today—You know, not having an actual conversation with the man you’re so fucking in love with for at least three weeks, is normally really fucking upsetting.” He narrowed his eyes at you, waving a hand aimlessly in your direction, “Yet you seem fine. Which is really out of character for you.”

“I love him, alright?” You snapped, shifting in your seat and pulling your legs up to your chest, Bentley cradled carefully to your chest, “I love him so much it hurts. I’m still really angry and upset by everything that went down and I don’t really have anything nice to say to him right now. Not to mention this isn’t something that I want to discuss over the phone.” You pressed your cheek to your knee, eyes trained on the floor, “I don’t want to fight with him. I don’t want to make it worse.” Your voice was soft, weaker as tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks at any given moment, “I honestly don’t know what to do—what to say… I’m not leaving him. I’m not trying to punish him… I just,” You exhaled a shaky breath, shoulders sagging in defeat, “I’m just lost, okay?”

“You need to talk to him.” Damian spoke up, voice gentle and calm.

You’d never been more relieved to have him here. As much as you loved Blake, the both of you were like fire and ice at times. By now, Damian was an expert at diffusing the rising tension between you—he knew just what to say or do to cool Blake down or warm you up.

And as soon as he spoke up, it was like the heaviness that had settled over the room, disappeared before your very eyes.

“You have to give him the chance to explain.” Damian explained, glancing between the two of you, “If not for him, then for yourself, miele. It might make you feel so much better,” He gestured to his chest, a thoughtful look on his face, “Less angry.”

You sunk back into the cushion, head lolling back against the top of the couch as you stared blankly at the ceiling, “I know.”

“Sebastian loves you.” He urged softly, and you couldn’t help but swoon over the way he said his name, his accent thick. “He is very sorry and upset over what happened. I’ve heard all about it myself. I truly think you owe it to him and yourself to talk it out.”

“Just call him, please.” Blake exhaled a heavy sigh, “Put him out of his misery. Whether it’s a text, a call, an email, a zoom. I don’t care.” He shook his head, a frown tugging at the corner of his lips, “Just talk to him, Y/N.”

“I will.” You nodded, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth.

“But not tonight.” A big grin split across Damian’s face, “I’ve heard you make the best white chili and I have yet to try it.” He rose from the couch, wiggling his dark brows at you, “What do you think? Are you up for some cooking lessons tonight?”

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December 9, 2020

You paced around your bedroom, eyeing your phone where it lay on the neatly made bed. Sebastian was going to call you any minute. He’d tried to call a few times last night and left a couple of voice mails. You hadn’t deliberately ignored those, you’d just been distracted with making dinner with Blake and Damian, and had left your phone forgotten on the coffee table for the rest of the evening and well into the night.

This morning you woke to a handful of upset texts—wondering why you were home so early, a million questions and disbelief over the new puppy.

He had a right to be upset, if you were being honest with yourself.

For three years, he was front and center for everything that occurred in your life and now, with a flip of a switch, he had no clue what was happening in your life.

And you hadn’t a clue what was happening in his either.

You were quick to realize the error of your ways when you thought of it that way and you’d spent all fucking night turning Blake and Damian’s word over in your head.

Perhaps you had overreacted… No, you definitely had.

You hadn’t been fair to him.

You hadn’t put yourself in his shoes.

You couldn’t even begin to imagine the angst he must be feeling—the pain you’ve forced him through the last three weeks. At this point you could only hope he would forgive you because if he ever did what you did to him, there wasn’t a doubt you would’ve seriously considered walking away.

You dropped your head into your hands with a drawn out groan, rubbing roughly over your bloodshot eyes.

I have to do a pap walk at 9, I’ll call you as soon as I’m done.

That’s the text you’d received in response to the one you’d sent as soon as you’d awoken this morning, letting him know you were ready to talk and it was okay to call you.

That was over an hour ago and you’d been a nervous wreck ever since.

No matter how hard you tried, the tears just wouldn’t seem to stop leaking from your eyes and you couldn’t remember the last time your chest felt this tight. It was as if the weight of the world was resting over your shoulders but you knew you had no one to blame but yourself. This conversation could’ve gone a lot better had it taken place three weeks ago. You’d put it off for far too long and now it was you that had to plead your case and make things right.

Sebastian fucked up but you took it further.

He lit the match and you added a fuck ton of gas to the fire.

Your ringtone sounded, echoing loudly throughout your silent room. You stole a quick glance at Bentley lounging lazily across his big, fluffy bed in the corner of the room before walking slowly to the edge of the bed. Your hands shook as you picked up the phone, Sebastian’s smiling face lighting up the entire screen.

“Hello?”

“Hi.” He breathed out, voice low and so clearly filled with relief.

“How-” You cleared your throat, sinking down on the edge of the mattress, “How are you?”

His deep sigh radiated through your soul, “I don’t want to do the small talk thing right now, Y/N… I can’t stand it and I fucking miss you.”

You bit back a choked sob, voice shaky, “I miss you too.”

“I don’t want to fight anymore. Not even again.”

“Me neither.” You croaked out, wiping furiously at the tears spilling down your cheeks, “I’m sorry.”

“No. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He sniffled, voice cracking, “I deserved the silent treatment—probably more than that. I can’t imagine how hard that must’ve been for you to see. And it was… so fucking stupid of me not to let you know that she was staying here. You’ve gotten on my ass about communicating and I just had to go and fuck things up again. You’ve been nothing but patient with me—given me chance after chance.” There was an obvious tremble in his voice and your heart nearly split into two when a muffled sob sounded on the other line. “I have no right to your forgiveness, or to even ask for another chance… But I love you so much and I don’t think I can handle losing you completely… So please,” He cried softly, “Please don’t leave me. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Hey.” You said softly, “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, okay?” You wiped at your nose, sniffling a little, “I love you so much and I forgive you. I overreacted, I shouldn’t have ignored you for so long—we should’ve talked it out a long time ago but I’m stubborn and I was upset. I thought time and space would help but it only made me feel worse.” You inhaled a shaky breath, “So I am sorry too. I think we have a lot to talk about—something I’d rather wait to do in person so we can actually see each other and hold one another. It would make things easier that way but I want us to be okay. I want to make this work.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, baby.” He declared, tone final but still gentle, “Nothing. I need to know that I will make it back to you for christmas and we can talk things out—really hash things out between us before I leave to film Fresh. I don’t know when but I’ll make it work, no matter what. If it was up to me, I would’ve been on the first flight to you three weeks ago but I’m stuck and I was trying really hard to give you the space you needed.”

“It’s okay.”

“I tried getting out of the contract—I’m still trying but as of right now, I have to convince you know who to agree to terminate the contract and she isn’t budging.” He exhaled a heavy sigh, “I should’ve never agreed to this. If I would’ve known what it would do to us—to you, I would’ve never signed the fucking thing.” He sniffled again, “It won’t happen again, I swear to God. You will know every little thing before it happens—I will tell you every tiny detail about even the most minor interactions. I will not put you through this again. I promise.”

A small laugh bubbled up from your throat, finally feeling relieved of the tension that had been weighing heavily on your chest. “You don’t have to do that but I appreciate it nonetheless… And it’s not that I don’t trust you—I don’t think that you would cheat on me, least of all with her.” You paused, gnawing on your bottom lip, “It’s just about being up front and direct. I don’t need to know everything—honestly I don’t want to. But when it comes to things like housing arrangements, introductions to friends, pap walks, and who you are bringing in on this shitshow, that would be greatly appreciated. At least so I’m not out of the loop and caught by surprise by something I find out through the internet.”

“I can do that—I will do that,” He asserted softly, “I just need to know we will be okay at least until I can get back and then you can really give me a piece of your mind.”

“We will talk and we will be okay.”

“God, I hope so.” He chuckled lightly, “Cause I missed your voice. I miss your gorgeous fucking face and I never ever want to go that long without hearing from you again. I can’t even begin to explain how lost I’ve been… And to not know what’s going on in your life—It’s been driving me up the fucking wall.” He paused, “For fuck’s sake you got a puppy and I wasn’t there. I would’ve killed to see your reaction… to enjoy something that big with you.”

“He’s the sweetest, Seb.” You bit your lip to suppress a big smile, eyes trailing over to the pup licking at his paw in the corner, “You wanna be his dog dad?”

“Is that even a question?” Sebastian scoffed, “Fuck ya, I do.”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up from your throat over his excitement, “Blake said he’s gonna get real big and he’s already trained. Damian insisted they put him in classes before giving him to me.”

“Really?” He asked softly, “That’s so considerate of them. You're a busy woman after all. No time to train a puppy.”

“I know right.”

“I can’t wait to meet him, baby.”

“He can’t wait to meet you too.” You whispered, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips, “Soon and then everything will be okay.”

“I love you.” He said softly, “So fucking much. You know that, right?”

You nodded, bottom lips trapped between your teeth, “I know, Seb. I love you too. A lot.”

“We’re gonna be okay.”

As much as you hated to admit it, Damian and Blake were right, talking it somewhat through already made you feel so much better.

And Although you weren’t completely over this bump in the road, you were heading in the right direction.

Now you knew where you both stood, you were prepared to do anything to make it work.

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[toppedbykakuna]

Prologue of "i would..." a phanfic, is finally out!

Phil has been around for way too long, and yet still manages to find himself surprised when his new dotting admirer becomes a close friend, a situationship, a relationship, a nothingship and a realization that throughout his long, long life, Dan has been the one thing to stick around the longest. As the years pass, Phil starts to realize Dan isn't just politely avoiding the vampire in the room, he might genuinely not know that his life partner is in fact, a full blown bloodsucking killer. As they gear up for their second move together, Phil starts to wonder if he should let his roommate know that "forever" might mean very different things to the two boys.

"i would..." a vampire slowburn phanfic ❤️

"Oh, can y'hear that? There's police cars going past, weird, anyway, I'll update you if I find out anything new," Phil reached towards the camera to turn it off with a chuckle, leaving his hand on the shutter button as he watched the police cars shoot by his window. He had counted up to 5 cars before finally letting go of the camera and exhaling another expression of amusement as they had missed him entirely, again.  

It felt a bit like cheating, posting a video about such a genuinely traumatic incident for someone, if they had actually been a real person. Granted, the girl and the guy in the story were real, however he wasn't quite honest about whose girlfriend it was, and whose neck was bitten. 

" Has anyone seen Taylor?" a concerned voice rang sharp through the EDM music that was rattling the 3 story flat, a short crop of hair wading towards the kitchen. "Lester!" Claire barked towards the quiet man standing near a bowl of chips, shooting his head up with a smile. 

"Hi Claire, are y'having fun?" Phil replied quietly, dropping his expression when he noticed that the young woman in front of him wasn't matching his energy. "What's wrong?"

"I lost my girlfriend. Have you seen Taylor?" Claire replied with a frenzied look, her pupils blown wide. 

"Uhh, she has a purple streak in her hair right? I might've seen her pass through the kitchen, here," Phil gently guided Claire to a glass of water and a chip out of the chip bowl. "I'll go look, be right back."

It was a clear October night and the last quarter moon was casting a dim light across the campus. There were bodies tangled in each other scattered between the Halloween decorations that filled the lawn. Out of the tangled bodies, most of them looked straight, and enjoying themselves, two criteria that didn't match his friend. He was looking for a short loudmouth with short black hair and angry black boots, a staple part of Taylor's outfit that she was never seen without. 

He started to wander with a slight bit more urgency, pushing his way through crowds of young adults, all in varying stages of intoxicity and making it very hard for him to focus. He almost laughed at his overstimulation in the moment, recalling the new vampire movie that was coming out in a month, this running joke that vampires could hear thoughts, as if they were magic and not just cursed with sensitive hearing, making it incredibly hard to get away from the noise. 

Yet sometimes, curses can move the plot forward. 

Out of all the chatter, he managed to catch a small noise of frustration coming from the tree clearing behind him, a hidden space where people were typically found smoking. Instead, he found Taylor pinned to the ground by a shirtless guy with way too much hair on his back. 

"Hey!" Phil shouted, shocking the guy into turning around. He was dripping with sweat, and his nose had a small ring of blood around one of the nostrils. 

"Get lost pal, this is personal," the sweaty guy hissed as Taylor tried to break free again. 

"She's my friend. It's already personal," Phil said in an almost casual voice, keeping the rage within his chest as he shifted his body against the man's, moving so fast that the man couldn't even get out a noise of confusion before Phil was already pinning his arms in the exact same position the man had Taylor's a second ago.

"Hey what the fuck dude, let me go, you're fucking disgusting," the man drunkenly shouted as Phil chuckled under his breath once, leaning down to force his lips to be inches away from the man's. 

"I should turn you around and show you what power feels like. I should force you to adapt my dick to your airway. I should let you live, but there's a lady present. So I won't," Phil whispered against the man's lips, and instead continued to tilt his head down towards the weak man's neck, laughing again at the man's bulge that began to press against Phil's thigh as the man died, losing a gallon of blood in less than 8 seconds. 

"Let's go, greedy, we've gotta go," Taylor whispered towards the long haired boy as she regathered her surroundings, throwing a rock towards him. 

"I think 8 seconds is a new record. What's yours, 13 seconds or something?" Phil chuckled as he pulled his teeth away, accidentally taking a chunk out of the man's throat. "Oops. I hate when they've done drugs, makes them weak. The healthy ones are the best," he muttered as he kicked some leaves over the body, not necessarily hiding him but making him a little harder to find. 

"Did you see my girlfriend?" Taylor asked Phil excitedly, pulling her shoes back on and buttoning her pants as she exited the clearing, motioning for Phil to mime the same. It had been the easiest routine for over a decade once university parties began to pick up in popularity. In 2008, you could blame anything on an animal. They had also found that pretending like they were a straight couple having some fun in a bush was the easiest way to avoid suspicion. 

"I did, she looks very pretty tonight," Phil replied with a smile, not super sure what Taylor wanted him to say. 

"Well I know that, did you notice that I called her my girlfriend?" Taylor asked incredulously. 

"You've been dating for 2 months now? I thought you were girlfriends after the first week?" Phil replied. 

"Well yeah but we hadn't actually said it, were we that obvious?" Taylor pressed as they finally made it back to the house, finding Claire roughly where Phil had left her. "Hi baby. Do you wanna get out of here? Movie night?"  Taylor asked Claire with a kiss as Claire gripped her a little bit tighter. "You okay?"

"I just had a horrible feeling about something. We should get out of here, yeah," Claire replied, looking around nervously and grabbing her girlfriend's hand and the hand of the cause of her anxiety, leading them both back to her dorm on campus where they had a peaceful night of watching bad Dracula knock offs that Claire had found at a Walmart. 

As Phil posted his forty second video to the relatively new platform, youtube.com, he received a comment nearly immediately from an account he quickly recognized. It was a brown haired twink who had been following him around the internet for a little while now, an endearing name to see after a long night of digesting. 

oMG how scary!! so glad ur safe tho!! xDD

@danisnotonfire 22/10/2008 17:34

If only the twink knew. 

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[pitifulgerald]

holiday prompt → gemma pitts.

001. under the mistletoe—

The thought of accidentally finding herself under the mistletoe with someone is enough to make her skin crawl, so Gemma avoids it whenever possible. It's not the kissing part as much for it as it the awkward dance between two people as they gauge whether or not they want to go through with it. If she does want to kiss someone... that's a different story but almost as equally terrifying. Her and Walt have a running gag where they pretend to get caught under it together every year.

002. in front of the fireplace, cuddled up under a blanket with a hot drink.

First off- in this scenario she's lounging in the most dramatic fashion possible. Full diva. Maybe she's writing, or attempting to write would be more like it. If she were to snuggle up with anyone there's a few names that come to mind although she's just an admirer from afar of most of them. Simon and his little shorts for one, as he obviously needs someone to keep him warm.

003. snowed in from a heavy snow storm.

[REDACTED]

004. at a busy dinner table, food piled on the center and family chaos ensuing around the house.

It's a warm and inviting chaos, as it usually is when the DPS boys and their children get together. The bigger personalities try to outperform one another and only get louder as the drinks keep flowing. Once everyone's really drunk they'll read poetry or some form of literature; Gemma's made it tradition to read something awful every year, and if they're lucky, Chuck will pull out his one man show.

005. standing in front of the christmas tree, decorating it with an assortment of baubles, lights and tinsel.

Gemma's the one convincing her dad the bigger tree will fit in their house and then having to jigsaw puzzle it through the door. I think they had fun with the decorations but mostly played it safe, and I'm seeing a very intricate Christmas village in the Pitts home.

006. setting out snacks for santa and his reindeers. don't forget the milk and cookies for christmas hardest workers!

Gemma probably caught her dad eating Santa's cookies one year and sat down with him. Then that became their tradition- setting out milk (two glasses) and cookies for "Santa" just so they could meet one another in the middle of the night to eat them.

007. at the mall, waiting in line to sit on santa's lap and spill your christmas gift wishes. will you be deemed naughty or nice?

Obviously up until this point she's reconsidering every decision she'd made not just in the past year but ever. She's a nice girl though! She had nothing to worry about! And for that she was relived but did gloat about a little too, like, of course she's a good person.

008. exchanging and open gifts, anticipating what gift they may get. is it something cool or just another pair of socks?

Ideally... She'd want the courage to share her writing with more people.. but also the perfect bra that makes her tits look great without making her want to die. Her favorite gift isn't really a gift but one Christmas her and Walt got so high she thought she'd need to go the hospital, and she felt French. When that was finally over and she felt normal again- that was the real gift.

009. auditions are now open for the town christmas extravaganza !!!

Gemma isn't a performer but lots of the people she cherishes most are, and she was kind of obsessed with those freaks on Toddlers and Tiaras, so of course she's playing stage mom. Titania might drag her up for something, in which case she'd need to be plastered before she hit the stage and hopefully not remember a thing.

010. in the trenches of snow forts, amidst a war of a snow fight! who will win?  

She can supply ammo in the form of freshly rolled snowballs but unfortunately her wrists are just so feminine and delicate that throwing them wouldn't get very far. She can hold down the fort, literally, and provide play by play sports commentary.

#chwprompt

[kayssweetdreams]

A Wonderous Christmas Ch 3

Meanwhile, In Wonderworld...

To say that the inhabitants of Wonderworld were excited for the holidays was an understatement. The decorated theater threshold to the heart healing world was just the tip of the iceberg. Wonderworld was completely transformed during the merry season. The Tower of Tims was decorated to resemble a giant Christmas tree, and various snowmen. Toys, and sleds were now scattered around, as the entire Isle was covered in a blanket of glittering snow.

Balan stepped onto the Isle, the cold not bothering him, as he chuckled at some Tims building a snow-Tim. Snapping his fingers, he made a small top hat that was similar to his own as well as a scarf, and put on the Tim. "Stay warm my snowy friend, lest you want your fun to end." He said before he walked on towards the stages.

Why the stages you may ask? For the Holiday party of course! The holiday soirée is the one time of the year when the walls that separated the worlds dissappeared, letting the costumes mingle and interact, as well as the stages themselves giving light to the Clock of Happiness, making the Wonderworld equivalent of the Aroura Borealis appear through the entire world.

Striding into World 8, He felt the frigid blast of frozen air, prompting a cartoonish shiver from Balan, even though he can't be affected by the cold. The wintery world seemed to have felt more merry than the reason it was created. The ice and snow refracting the twinkling lights now hung throughout the world, and the icy surfaces and snow covered platforms now had the costume shaped snow angels, and ice lines from skating.

The top hatted maestro looked to see the costumed inhabitants of the land decorating, having friendly chats to those visiting, or watching a band of musical costumes playing their renditions of various carols. His presence was unseen in the merry environment, until a Frost Fairy with jingle bells saw him.

"Hello Maestro." She said, gracefully stepping towards him, as snowflakes made a makeshift bridge across the crowd. Balan gave his usual smile and bowed to her "My dear, what a sight to behold! It's like something out of a story waiting to be told!" He said jubilantly. The Frost Fairy gave a small smile "Thank you. It is the holidays after all." She said.

Balan chuckled before the Frost Fairy went off and grabbed a mug "Care for some hot cocoa?" She asked. The top hatted maestro nodded "Yes please my dear, with Whipped cream and marshmallows! If that's not to insincere." He said. "Coming right up!" The frost fairy replied and got to work. The maestro smiled before he remembered that after he checked up on everything, that he needed to send out his invites to the human visitors of Wonderworld.

"Here you are!" The frost fairy said cheerfully, handing Balan a warm cup of cocoa, with Whipped cream, and a few marshmallows that resembled his hat and the Tims. Balan gave a chuckle "Such a wonderful treat! It looks almost too good to eat!" He said "hope you enjoy it Balan." She said before she rejoined the festivities.

Balan nodded before he snapped his fingers, and reappeared back in the theater. Taking a sip of the warm drink, he called forth some parchment, and got to work creating invitations for the Christmas Party...

Meanwhile, In DownTown Timeville...

After finally getting the gifts she had back home, and out of her family's sight, Kaylo was finally able to get to DownTown Timeville "Hey guys! I'm back!" She said cheerfully. Emma smiled when she saw the pink haired girl bounding over to them "Well, new area, different stores. Let's see what they have here!" She said.

Very soon, the children's were now wandering through the stores that lined the street. Only this time, some of the kids actually had some luck. Mei had found a beautiful tapestry for her family, while Emma was fortunate enough to spy a new suit and watch at a reasonable price for her father. Leo however, was still having a bit of trouble finding the perfect gift for his mom.

After wandering around for a good half hour, the kids had taken another break inside of Sugar and Spice bakery, to which a happy Catilin was perfecting some Christmas sweets. "Here kids, you can sample these while you warm up" She said, laying down a few cups of hot cocoa, along with a few platters of various marshmallows, peppermints and candy canes, chocolate Bark, Gingerbread cookies and more "Thank you Auntie Catilin!" Kaylo said cheerfully.

Leo sighed as he took a nibble at a peppermint flavored marshmallows stick "Guys, what am I going to do? I can't think of something she would like..." He said. Mei gave him a sympathetic look "Don't worry Leo, it's not Christmas yet, you still have some time. And besides, there's got to be something..." she said. Trisha Jane got to thinking "Just imagine it like This Leo: Is there anything that your mom has wanted, or had been eyeing for a while?" She asked.

The blonde haired boy leaned back and thought, thinking of the last time he payed attention to what his mom might desire. But unfortunately, he didn't seem to come up with anything. "I...am not sure." Kaylo raised an eyebrow "Well, Christmas isn't for a while Leo, you can still ask her what she might want, or try to see what she's been eyeing." She said with a shrug.

Suddenly, A loud dropping of a tray made Kaylo jump from her seat...and causing a letter, written in curly writing to fall out of her pocket, that was addressed to "Santa Claus"

Mei belongs to @sundove88

Rebecca belongs to @thehypercutstudios/@thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

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[natasha-in-space]

Christmas Reminiscing

Jaehee/gn!reader;

Christmas is the time to visit your loved ones and enjoy the festivities as one happy family. For Jaehee however, this, sadly, isn't the case. And once the C&R fundraiser has come to its end, she finds herself reminiscing of the holidays lost to time. Unbeknownst to you both, a new Christmas memory will soon be created as a result of shared love between two friends.

A super late drabble loosely based on Jaehee's birthday CG!

Everything went by perfectly. Against all of your countless fears and worries, the much awaited Christmas fundraiser was a huge success, regardless of a few mishaps you had to face along the way.

Sure, it was certainly a shame to work under a completely different name, but you didn't let that bother you. After all, the most important part of it all wasn't a name, but an opportunity to help vulnerable people in need, and that's exactly what motivated you to join the RFA in the first place. And while you did wish to see everyone gathered together today... In the end, you were feeling extra proud of everything that you've managed to pull of with Jaehee and Yoosung as your sole partners.

This was the first major event for the RFA that you took active part in - a first step into the nearby future for the association.

You hoped that this small success will solidify everyone's trust in you. Your presence does not mean that they'll have to forget Rika and all she has done both for them personally and for the RFA as a charity group, but you did want them to view you as a reliable coordinater who can do just fine on their own, as well as bring in their own ideas for the future.

And this was your first proper proof of that.

Speaking off, you should probably thank your friends for all their help and congratulate your shared victory. Though, as you lazily checked on all of your latest messages while finally taking a seat on the nearby packing box, you quickly found that Yoosung has already clocked out for the night. To your utter surprise, you got so lost in cleaning up the stage, a whole 3 hours have already flew by you without you even noticing.

Which could only mean that you and Jaehee were the only ones here, not mentioning a few assisting personal hurriedly running by you every once in a while. This thought both excited and scared you. At this point, it wasn't a secret to anybody but Jaehee herself that you've developed a huge and helpless crush on Jumin's personal assistant throughout your first year in the RFA. This was... the first time you'd spend time together like this.

Just the two of you.

You could feel your cheeks burning up despite the cold air biting at your skin, to which you could only suppress a flustered groan and shake your head in an attempt to snap out of it as soon as possible. You should pull yourself together. This isn't the time to get all jittery like a stupid teenager in love. Besides, she'll have to go to the office soon... You should instead focus on helping her take a break for once!

Feeling much more in control of your stubborn emotions, you quickly shot up from your makeshift seat and made your way to the closest cafe you could find.

----

"Wanna make a photo too?"

Jaehee jolted at the sound of your voice behind her, quickly turning towards you with an amusing startle in her brown eyes, which soon turned into an obvious embarrassment, making you suppress a small giggle in response to such a funny reaction coming from someone who's usually as composed as Jaehee. It was cute, seeing this clumsy side of her every once in a while.

In the end, you found her next to a photo set you've set up, completely fixated on the exact same huge Christmas tree that took you forever to decorate. Still, your efforts definitely payed off, which is why the line of people who were anxious to take their photo in front of this colourful tree was almost as long as the one next to the mane donation panel. Was she trying to find something specific? Either way, you couldn't help yourself from asking this teasing question... And definitely not because you were the one who wanted to take a picture of her in front of this tree.

Jaehee blinked, clearing her throat and stepping away from the tree, as if she was a naughty child caught snooping for their presents way to early. The comparison almost made you laugh, though you did your best to hide your mischievous thoughts the best you could. Maybe you were the snooping child in this situation, just much more cunning in their ways.

"Oh... No, I was just appreciating the design before it needs to be put down. What are you still doing here? I thought you'd already left home by now, since it's so late."

You shrugged, taking a step closer and handing her a freshly made mug of still warm drink. "I could ask you the same question, you know. It'd be better for you to leave early in order to finish your office work as soon as possible. Here, at least take a small break and drink something else instead of those energy drinks."

"What's this...?" She asked in a quiet voice, carefully taking the mug from your hands and staring at you with such a shocked expression, you genuinely got taken aback for a moment.

It's not like you did anything extraordinary for her anything!

"Uh-" Your confidence quickly got mercilessly teared down with just a single look from her, and you were completely helpless to do anything in order to cover up your frazzled state. "I-It's just macchiato. From the cafe right on the next corner. I... thought you might like it...?"

God, you wanted to burry yourself in a nearby snowdrift so bad right now. You sounded almost as bad as you did the last time you had to do a public presentation as an assignment that you procrastinated on up until the last few hours, and you were not pleased with that comparison whatsoever.

Despite seemingly taking notice of your obviously bizarre change in attitude, Jaehee didn't address it in any way, instead simply giving you a grateful smile and calling you over to take a seat in front of the tree. Whether she did it out of pity for you, you did not know and did not care. You were just relieved you could act like it never happened in the first place. If you even succeeded in doing so, that is. And judging by how fast your heart was beating, that'll be a challenge.

Regardless, you two quickly found a pair of cozy chairs to nestle yourselves into, and before you even noticed it, all the awkwardness faded away into the night, as if it never even was there to begin with. You talked about everything and nothing for what seemed like an eternity to you, but, in actuality, the whole conversation lasted probably for about 15 minutes at most. You chatted about the event, your plans for Christmas, Zen's musicals, recent news and gossip you read through in your feed... Until it all turned into a comfortable silence as you focused on your drinks before they got too cold for you to drink.

Leaning back into your chair, you looked over the now completely quiet photo set that was bustling with so many people just hours prior. It was a nice contrast. Peaceful, even. Though, as you caught notice of one specific detail, you couldn't help but snicker to yourself, earning a raised brow from Jaehee. You couldn't really blame her for not noticing, though. You made sure to place it so discreetly, only those who purposefully wanted to look for it could find it.

And while you didn't know what could come of it right now, you felt brave enough to mention it.

So, you pointed above you, letting a playful grin stretch the corners of your lips into a jolly expression, filled with childish excitement. "Oh, what a weird turn of events... It seems like there's a mistletoe right above us! I completely forgot that I even put it there."

Yeah, right. Liar liar, pants on fire.

Jaehee's lips parted in a small 'oh', as she quickly followed your finger with her gaze and took notice of a small decoration hanging above you. You could have sworn you saw her cheeks turn into a deeper shade of pink, but it might have been just your imagination. It was pretty cold, after all.

Though, before you could continue on with your playful teasing, a certain change in her expression made you pause, instead feeling a knot of worry form itself in the pit of your stomach. Jaehee gave out a weak laugh, quickly avoiding your gaze and rather choosing to focus all of her attention on the cup of macchiato she still had to finish. Her voice came out hushed and unusually tight, only worsening your worry in the process. "You certainly chose a sneaky place to hang it... I didn't even notice it while I was looking over the decorations. I'm sure it was a great idea for the guests."

It was clear as day that she was barely even with you right now, too lost in the world of her own that didn't seem like a very nice place to you at this moment. You pursed your lips, carefully reaching out with your hand and placing it on her arm in an attempt to draw back her attention. "Hey... Is everything okay? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I was just trying to joke around."

All the mischief was long gone, instead being replaced with an an uneasy concern, growing more and more prominent with every second.

Seemingly taking notice of your worry, she shook her head, shooting you a shaky smile. "No, no, it's nothing like that, Y/N. You'd never make me uncomfortable. Not you."

She placed her own hand atop of yours, giving it a soft squeeze as if wordlessly trying to reassure you with her touch. Taking another small sip out of her mug, she continued, not removing her hand from its place. "It's just... Well, my mother. Whenever she saw a mistletoe, she used to always cup my face in both of her hands and kiss my cheeks until we were both giggling like a small children. I know that mistletoes are meant for romantic love... But, whenever I look at them, I can't help but remember her. I wish... I wish we could spend just one more Christmas together."

Your heart sank as you listened to her reminiscing. Was she, perhaps, putting on a brave face for everyone throughout all this event? Was that the reason she refused to let herself rest, so that these painful memories wouldn't catch her like they did now?

Just... how hard was it for her to look at all those happy families spending a joyful Christmas together, knowing full well that she could never have that childhood dream come true?

"Oh Jaehee..." Was all you managed to whisper out loud, before placing your own mug on the nearest table and slowly pulling her into a tender hug. "I'm so sorry. It must have been so hard for you..."

What else you could really say? You could only hope that your presence was enough to show your support at this moment.

It wasn't long before she returned the hug, carefully patting you on the back, as if you were the one being comforted right now. "I'm fine, really. This Christmas was already so much better than the last ones. I made other people happy, and... I spend time with you. So, thank you. For just being there."

You sniffed, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with various emotions at such a beautiful confession coming from her. Crying certainly wasn't in your plans tonight, but if she will continue to say such touching things so easily, you won't be surprised if that'll be your conclusion for the night. You squizzed her a bit tighter, breathing in her comforting scent of coffee and caramel. "Are you sure you're okay? I'm here for you if you need me... Anything you want."

Even if you couldn't see her, you could tell that she was smiling. One of her hands came up to pet you on the head, and you had to resist the urge to lean into the warm touch like an affectionate puppy would. "I'm sure. The feeling of loss never really went away... But it gets easier. Besides, I'm not alone anymore, thanks to you. You're the first person I ever really shared this with."

"I'm honored." You chucked, slowly pulling away from her and gazing deep into her eyes, suddenly finding yourself too captivated to look away now. There was a soft smile on her lips as she looked back at you with a tender glint to her brown gaze that you've never seen before. It was quite around you, but... not in a bad way. And, before you even knew what you were doing, you moved closer, closing the small distance between you two and touching her plump lips with your own.

The kiss didn't last long, nor was it super passionate in its nature. Once you realized what you've just done, you quickly jumped back with a short horrified gasp falling from your lips, covering your mouth with your hand. You were just as taken aback by your actions as she was, judging by the doe eyed look that stared back at you. This time, her cheeks were definitely bright red.

"Oh God-" You muttered out, suddenly feeling much more scared than you were just moments prior. This wasn't like you at all! Sure, you didn't mind occasional flirting and affectionate touches, but this was on a whole other level! What if she didn't like it? What if she didn't feel the same way? What if she-

"I-I'm so sorry, Jaehee, I don't know what came over me, I... I'll just go!"

Though, before you could make your hasty escape, a hand clasped over your arm, stopping you in your tracks. You were too scared to look back at her, squizzing your eyes shut and feeling your panicked heartbeat echo against your temples.

"Wait, Y/N..." She didn't sound angry... much to your relief. But, it was still too early to tell for sure. You could feel her standing up from her seat to take a step closer to you, fresh snow crunching under her feet. "Please don't go. I... I liked it."

Your eyes shut open in an instant as you turned your head with such speed, it almost gave you a whiplash. "What-?"

A shy smile was all you saw, without a single hint of disgust or fear. Were you dreaming or something!? Her hand slowly came down to your palm, taking it into a gentle grasp that was enough to make your heart explode right out of your chest.

"Can we... do it again? Under the mistletoe. I'm sure that's what my mother would have wanted."

How could you deny something like that?

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