MommyClan Advent Art Challenge!
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Each day until Christmas (December 25), here's a list if daily seasonal scenarios to draw your chaotic kitty children in!
(even if you don't celebrate Christmas, feel free to join in or change prompts to fit your winter holiday of choice!)
Day 1 - Setting up the Christmas Tree 🎄
Day 2 - Enjoying their favorite seasonal snack 🍪
Day 3 - Doing a craft or making holiday cards ✨️
Day 4 - Taking a picture with the local mall Santa 🎸
Day 5 - Watching Holiday Specials ☃️
Day 6 - Mistletoe Kiss 🌿
Day 7 - Visiting their Kin 🫂
Day 8 - Caroling 🎶
Day 9 - Pajama Day 👕
Day 10 - Decorating the camp with lights 💡
Day 11 - Elf on the Shelf 🤫
Day 12 - Spending time with their closest friends ❤️
Day 13 - Yule Log 🔥
Day 14 - Snow Day ❄️
Day 15 - Binge-watching their favorite show 🎥
Day 16 - Grilled Cheese and Tomato Soup 🥪
Day 17 - Asleep in cozy sheets 😴
Day 18 - School's out 😈
Day 19 - Visiting the Moonpool/stone 🌌
Day 20 - Ice Hockey 🏒
Day 21 - Snowball fights ⚪️
Day 22 - Hot Cocoa ☕️
Day 23 - Painting a winter scene 🖼
Day 24 - Riding on the Polar Express 🚂
Day 25 - Christmas Gift Exchange! Make a holiday drawing for one of your clanmates! 🎁
See you all tomorrow for the kickoff of this seasonal countdown!
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Welcome to the 12 Days of Christmas countdown to Christmas Day. Here's our final post of the night!!!! Hope you guys enjoyed the kickoff.
*sigh* I just love this season.
Pink Tax
Damien comes to cash in on what his old friend still owes him and when he doesn't get it, he requests something else.
Tags: Damian Anderson, lil tiny bit of smut, Handyman!Damian
It was a week before Christmas.
Damien responded to the Evans' call for a handyman. He showed up in a warm long sleeve, beanie, jeans, and work boots, holding a tool box to work on a slow draining sink.
"Oh," the Mrs greeted him, hanging onto the front door as he stood waiting on the strep.
"Good afternoon Miss, I'm the handyman you called."
She looked him up and down openly before allowing him in. It was clear Mr. Evans wasn't in. She watched his gait and ogled him waiting for him to walk ahead so she could see the view from the back, but Damian waited for her to lead the way.
"Uh, yeah. This is the sink that needs to be unclogged," she directed him to the main hall bathroom upstairs. He sat his toolbox on the floor tile and laid on his back under the sink while she stood by watching him clean the hairballs from the p trap and the rot from the pop-up drain. Every now and then he'd look and make eye contact.
"How is it going," she squatted thighs wide revealing that she ain't have no panties on.
Damien took a full glance and continued the work he was doing. He wiped his hands on his towel and tested the water in the sink. It drained immediately. "It shouldn't give you any problems. Who's paying, you or your husband?"
"He's not here," her bold fingers slid down his bicep as she stepped directly into his space, looking from his chest, to his strong shoulders, Adam's apple, to his eyes that were watching her back closely.
"..When you expecting him?"
"Not for another half hour.. if you wanna wait," she teased. Her hand slid down to his stomach and to the top of his jeans onto his button and zipper.
He stood still simply watching as she knelt and walked the zipper down, her eyes remaining on his until his jeans slid down to his calves. Her eye contact dropped to his dick in his black briefs, his toned beep brown thighs. He watched her peel the briefs down and look back up at him as she held his half-erect dick in her hand, stroking it slowly and firmly like it was turning her on.
She licked with attitude up the length of his shaft enveloping the first inch and sucking the head with a pop before she grinned licking back down to his balls.
He raised the hem of his shirt giving her a glimpse of his deep cut abs while she continued to suck him, hard and rhythmically, her head swirling with noises that reminded him of a washing machine. She hummed in excitement as she pulled back to see all her spit glistening on his length that was still hardening. She stood up to brace herself on the wall and bend over but Damian tossed her chest over the sink and pushed her head down onto the counter as he went under her short dress to fuck her with her palms pressed into the mirror. He lifted her head by fisting and pulling her hair so she could watch herself get fucked hard by a stranger.
Her mouth hung open, her eyes wild as she took all he was dishing. She moaned and cussed while he bit his lip and grunted in her ear, smacking her ass hard and gripping her neck, moving her like a ragdoll. He could tell she liked it a little rough as he tossed her around the bathroom, picking her up and bouncing her on his dick with her back on the wall. He sat her her on the closed toilet and pulled her head into his pelvis for her to clean her mess from his dick and suck it clean.
He grunted as he skeeted on her face and neck, getting only some into her open mouth. No words were needed, he tapped her cheek harder and harder until she turned her head letting him know to dial it back a step in intensity. She never stopped sucking and moaning until he pushed her off and put her over the sink once more with her knee on the counter to fuck her from behind. He channeled his energy into smacking her ass as he drove his dick into her raw.
They both heard the front door close suddenly and the jingle of keys. Mrs. Evans climbed up quickly and looked at Damian before fixing herself up speedily and leaving the bathroom to greet her husband as if nothing had happened. His dick was still on her breath. Her juices were still on her thighs. The bathroom had the smell of sex.
Damien listened into their conversation. She was telling her husband that the handyman was finishing up so Damien pulled up his pants and readjusted his work drip, lingering in the halls and visiting their bedroom in search of jewelry and money.. just long enough to corroborate her story. He stored the money, watches, and rings he found in his toolbox and sauntered out to where the couple stood talking.
Mr. Evans turned and in seconds his stance went from relaxed to defensive.
"Sup," Damien nodded. "I'd ask how you've been holding up, but by the looks of this place I'd say pretty good," he stopped short a few feet away.
"Damian. When you get out?"
"Lucky. You don't sound happy to see me," Damian smiled watching Lucky Evans sweat. "And after I did you yet another solid," he gestured back, then to Mrs. Evans. "Your wife has been very.. should I say hospitable?"
That comment rocked both Lucky and his wife. Damien took a deep inhale and looked around. "Half of this shit is mine."
"How you figure?"
Damien threw a look as if it were obvious and took a seat on the leather couch in the living room waiting for Lucky to sit on the opposite couch, facing him. Lucky owed a hefty debt. It was the with the money he borrowed and never paid back that he was able to afford the house and the maintenance of his new woman. Damien waved his fingers rushing Lucky to settle. They needed to talk.
"I'm here because you owe me money.. and I want it plus interest for you making me wait."
"Well I ain't got it," Lucky admitted. He had some, but that was his savings and without it he'd be wiped out. Damien sighed expected those words.
"I'm not leaving here empty handed." He put his gun on the table and Lucky leaned back, staring at it. "Now Lucky, I don't wanna have to leave you as a mess for your pretty wife over there to clean up," he smiled at the woman who was in a different room watching them. He waved and looked back to Lucky, his smile dropping. "Like I said, it's a nice house.."
"I can get you the money," Lucky said quickly. Damian smiled once more.
"That's what I like to hear. Unfortunately.. I think you a liar so I'm good on that.. I want this house.. and your wife," he stared watching the seriousness sink into Lucky's face. "Oh yeah, I'm coming for everything. Don't worry," he smirked. "You can get another house.. You can get another bitch... but you only have one life."
Now that Damian was out of prison, it was time to pay up and he didn't fuck around which Lucky knew all too well. Damien had people and Damien had bodies. Lucky had escaped him for a decade but the past finally caught up.
Lucky agreed that he would turn over the house which was paid in full. He would vacate the premises and they'd call it even. Damian watched him break it to his wife, the part about her being the roughest. She slapped him and ran upstairs. She was pissed, but in Damian's mind she should've asked her husband more questions about his money before she married him for money.
Lucky got as far as to his car before Damien stopped him and called him back.
"I'm just messing with you lil bruh, I ain't finna kick you out the week before Christmas. Where was you finna go," Damian clapped him on the back.
Lucky released a long exhale and grabbed his knees as Damian let him back inside the house. "I owe you big," he sighed, relieved.
"You do.. secure the bag, then we'll get on that," Damian gripped Lucky's shirt firmly to get his message across. He picked up his toolbox. His gun was in his pants. "Merry Christmas," he smacked Lucky on the cheek like he'd smacked his wife. He took a deep breath of fresh air once outside. "Be out my house by the end of January.. don't make me regret this. I'm watching you," he gestured on his way back to his truck.
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I honestly still feel bad for Invictus even when they are responsible of this, it’s sad that all the PR is about H&M (you go to see all the posts in social media, and the caption mentions that they are at IG, but all is about her clothes, ‘in-love’ couple, etc). It’s like they are holidaying there (they are, but now Harold doesn’t even care to wear an IG shirt or some merchandising)
Sorry , but for all their efforts to be seen as ‘royals’ at least the first day was a big ‘meh’ to me. They didn’t even had ‘great pics’ with the landscape, the veterans or else. The countdown on Germany 2 years ago was more ‘royal’ than this. If this is the best WME or whoever is doing their PR, then they are lost, now they will be saved again by Chuck by inviting them to Christmas or a public/private celebration and that is what they need to start to be seen as royals again
I agree with you. When it comes to IG, they usually pull off better stunts. Like you said, the Germany kickoff was far more elevated than what we saw yesterday. Who knows, maybe they are saving the awe and thunder for today 🤷♀️
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