#mml secret santa

[magical-octopus]

@the-obsessed-nerdist I'm your Secret Santa for the Milo Murphy's Law Secret Santa! Hope you like the Dakavendish fluff here!

#ink #2018 #my art #mml secret santa #milo murphy's law #dakavendish #vinnie dakota #balthazar cavendish #fluff #nerdist #comments? #i hope you like #this is the longest ive worked on a colorpencil drawing #hope you like the details in this #and that tumblr lets this reach you #oh dont flag this plz tumblr

[honeyfluff-does-art]

Merry Christmas @the-adorable-vinnie-dakota! I was your secret santa this year! :D I had the perfect poses in mind for your mistletoe request, so I had to draw it~ I hope you enjoy!~

#brandy does art #mml secret santa #mmlsecretsanta #milo murphy's law #mahlblock #vinnie dakota #mr block #orton mahlson #balthazar cavendish

[mmlsecretsanta]

Hey Guys

Some of you have messaged me separately, and some of you have posted your gifts, and some of you are probably just silently confused.

First of all, I wanna apologise for the radio silence from Jim and I. There have been some... extenuating circumstances on both of our ends that have kept us busy irl, and unfortunately, that’s meant that the SS got pushed to the side. Some of you haven’t even received your assignments. Again, I apologise profusely. Sometimes life... gets in the way.

The current plan is to extend the deadline for posting your gifts until the first week of January. Gifts should be posted, now, by Saturday, January 5th. If you haven’t received an assignment, you’ll be getting it within the next few days. Again, I apologise for the delays.

If there’s any stepping out, please let me know ASAP. I understand if you no longer wish to participate because of the difficulties this year, but we do need to know if you’re no longer creating a gift. If you’ve had any URL changes since signing up, please let us know.

Again, we’re sorry for the inconvenience and difficulty of the event this year. Feel free to message myself or @forfuckssakejim if you have any additional questions.

-Kris @deathishauntedbyhumans

#milo murphy’s law #mml #mml ss #milo murphy’s law secret santa #mml secret santa #update

[darkwingsnark]

Hot sun, warm beaches-- it wasn’t the way Cavendish normally spent his winter holidays, but he had a feeling he could get used to it. The waves crashed gently against the shore, and the time traveler watched with an ease from his hotel balcony that he hadn’t felt in some time. While he loved his job-- and truly he did, despite the constant humiliation that came with it-- it was nice to get a chance to finally stop and breathe.

Cavendish took the deep breathe he so truly deserved, before his peace was interrupted by the sound of the glass door sliding open. The older man watched with mild interest as he saw his partner come lumbering onto the balcony-- one arm carrying a bucket and the other hand two glasses. Dakota waggled his brows as he nodded his head to the bucket-- a wine bottle nestled safely inside, surrounded by ice.

“Ey, guess what I just ordered? I’ll give you two chances.”

“I certainly hope that wasn’t provided by room service,” Cavendish grumbled. “They overcharge for everything, and it would hardly be worth the price.”

“Don’t be a spoil sport, Cav. I paid for it out of pocket and everything.” Dakota was already opening the bottle, stepping back some as foam nearly splashed onto his sandals. “Ahhh yeah, nice and bubbly! C’mon, have a glass with. We’re celebrating!”

“Celebrating what, exactly?” Cavendish inquired, though he accepted the glass offered to him all the same.

“Us, of course!” Vinnie cried, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “We got time off, we’re having a good time. Best New Year ever!” The older man scoffed.

“New Years Eve isn’t even until tomorrow.” Cavendish corrected. Dakota shrugged his shoulders. “Alright, almost New Years then.” The younger man leaned against the balcony, raising his glass to his partner. “To us, buddy. Looking forward to another year by your side.”

Cavendish looked a bit hesitant, his thoughts automatically going to the eggroll event that happened a mere couple days before. But looking at the man next to him, Dakota all smiles as if their argument never happened, it was enough to let him exhale the breathe he didn’t know he was holding. In that moment he couldn’t think of any other possible future than with the ridiculous man next to him. “To us,” Cavendish finished, clinking their glasses. “And to many more years to come.”

To @doofdaily for the MML Secret Santa-- I hope you enjoy!

#milo murphy's law #dakavendish #balthazar cavendish #vinnie dakota #mml #mml secret santa #long post #snark art #fanfiction

[inkdrawndreamer]

Finally! Here's my MML Secret Santa for @juliastartoons. I tried to combine a couple of your prompts and wound up with time travelers breaking through wall of a school gym. Thanks for waiting and hope you had a good holiday!

#mml secret santa #juliastartoons #milo murphy's law #mml #disney #milack #melissa chase #amanda lopez #milo murphy #zack underwood #vinnie dakota #balthazar cavendish #dreamer draws #digital art

[sweet-and-salted]

@superpunksuperfunk ! Hello! Here is your gift! I really hope you like it! I had a lot of fun drawing this! :0 secret

#mml #milo murphy #milo murphy's law #Bradley Nicholson #bradilo #? #not really but I guess I can put that tag there #I actually love this idea #mml secret santa #mmlsecretsanta

[themurphyzone]

MML Secret Santa Entry: Winter Wonderland

For @cartoonygirl, who asked for Dakavendish fluff! And thank God, because I seriously need to write a somewhat non-angsty fic with these two! I promise this one isn’t going to run you over with a steel battleship! 

Cavendish wasn’t sure when this dinner had become a complete disaster. It started off perfectly normal. Dakota shoveled food into his mouth, they talked about random things, and the shrimp platter was excellent. By all accounts, it should’ve been a normal meal.

Then a horde of cats rushed in, knocking over waiters and spilling food everywhere. They climbed on any surface they could. One cat fished in the lobster tank, until she overbalanced and fell in. As she scrabbled to get out, she leaned against the glass until the entire tank tipped over.

People rushed out of the restaurant, taking care to avoid the lobsters.

They were far enough from the entrance that the lobsters weren’t an issue, but two cats were now chewing the shrimp tails he’d set aside.

“They’re pretty adorable,” Dakota said, petting the calico under her chin. After several minutes, the cats grew bored and wandered elsewhere, no doubt looking for leftover food that had been abandoned on the tables.

“They’d be more adorable if they weren’t freeloading on something we paid for,” Cavendish grumbled. He signaled a waiter for the check.

“Since when do cats pay for things with money?” Dakota asked. “They’d probably have an entire currency based on petting or dead birds. But paper and coins, nah.”

And there was that strange train of thought Dakota always jumped on. It was both distracting and charming. How could talking about cat currencies and breakfast burritos be so distracting and charming at the same time?

When they received the check, Cavendish quickly grabbed it to distract himself from these strange, new thoughts of Dakota. Glance over the prices to make sure they were correct, calculate the tip, stick card in sleeve, it was completely logical. It made sense.

Unlike a certain someone.

He turned it over to the waiter. Wait a few minutes so they could run the card, thank the staff for the service, leave. There was a method to dining out.

But he had yet to figure out the Dakota method. It was a jumbled mess, everything was loud and funky and bright. Logic didn’t apply at all.

“Apart from the cats and the lobsters, this location’s nice,” Cavendish mused. “We should come back.”

Dakota looked up, his shoulders suddenly tensing.

“Something wrong?” Cavendish asked.

Dakota responded by lunging across the table, and before Cavendish could scold him for his horrible manners, Dakota slammed into him. The chair tipped over, sending them skidding across the floor.

It was a miracle he wasn’t nursing a concussion after that.

Cavendish tried standing up, but a pressure on his abdomen prevented him from moving. Then he realized.

Dakota was above him.

Dakota’s knee was on his abdomen.

Feeling his cheeks heat up from the close proximity, Cavendish really hoped Dakota was looking at anywhere but his face. “Your knee,” he managed after his brain started working again.

“Oh,” Dakota said. The lack of a joke was concerning, to say the least. He scrambled off, glancing at the ceiling beam that had fallen across the table where they’d been sitting. “Hey, so I’m just gonna head back to the apartment now.” He was avoiding eye contact for some reason.

Dakota helped Cavendish up, but quickly exited the restaurant without another word.

He probably said something he shouldn’t have. Why would Dakota take offense at cats though? It made no sense. Cavendish recovered enough to take his card and receipt from the dumbfounded waiter, who groaned at the thought of having to clean up this mess.

When he walked out of the restaurant, he was surprised to find Milo kneeling on the snow-covered sidewalk, scolding Diogee gently. “-and tomorrow, I’m taking you back to the retirement home so you can give everyone there a proper apology for scaring all their cats away.”

Well, that explained the cats.

Diogee barked at his arrival, and Milo turned around. “Hey, Cavendish!” he exclaimed. “You just missed Dakota. He went that way! If you hurry, you can probably catch him.” Milo pointed to the apartment complex across the street.

“I know where he went,” Cavendish replied. “We were dining together when that horde of cats came in.”

“Sorry for interrupting your date,” Milo said, grinning sheepishly.

“It was a surprise, but we were finishing up when the cats rushed through. There was no harm-”

Then he realized what Milo said.

“P-pardon me?” Cavendish stammered, just to be sure he wasn’t mishearing things. Maybe he needed to get his ears checked.

“I said, sorry for interrupting your date?” Milo glanced at Diogee. “Did I say something weird?”

Diogee barked, which could’ve meant anything from ‘this is boring, can I chase a squirrel’ to ‘seriously, what in the name of all that is good and pure wrong with you’.

“It wasn’t a date!” Cavendish protested, his voice an embarrassing octave higher than normal. “It was an apology dinner!”

Diogee instantly made a face, his tongue sticking out.

He was being sassed by a dog. How wonderful.

Milo waved his finger like he was chiding a toddler. “Diogee! That’s rude! Be nice or we’re going home.” Diogee barked in response, flopping belly-first into the snow and rolling around. “That’s odd. He only makes that face around Sara when she denies reading shipping fanfiction. He’s a silly pup. If you don’t mind me asking, what were you trying to apologize for?”

“Er, it’s complicated,” Cavendish rubbed the back of his head. Sometimes he wasn’t even sure what happened that day. “If I tried to explain, we’d be here for the next century.”

Oh, I was angry that Dakota took the last egg roll and we nearly broke our partnership after saying the dumbest things. Then our future selves broke regulations to stop us from breaking up and Dakota looks good in a Santa suit.

It sounded even more ridiculous when he put it all together.

“Well, I might not know what happened, but Dakota’s a cool guy,” Milo said. “I’m sure he’s pretty forgiving. Anyway, I need to get going. We’re having a picnic in the park on Saturday at noon. It’s just Melissa, Zack, Sara, and me but we also want you and Dakota there too! There’s this nice secluded spot we like to use over there. Bye!”

He ran off, Diogee trailing behind him.

“It’s the dead of winter,” Cavendish muttered, wondering why anyone would choose to have a picnic in the snow.

But he didn’t have any objections either. And the day Dakota turned down free food would be the day Mr. Block sang opera.

“Maybe he meant a different park,” Cavendish said after they’d walked past the playground for the seventh time.

“This is the largest park in town,” Dakota replied. “Pretty sure Milo would’ve specified if he meant elsewhere.” He leaned against a stop sign. “They won’t hold it against us if we’re fashionably late. Hey, do you think the tongue on a metal pole thing is true?”

Cavendish pulled him away from the stop sign before he had the bright idea of licking it. “I imagine it would be hard to eat if you showed up with a stop sign on your tongue,” he said sternly.

Dakota shrugged. “Not like I was actually gonna-um, you know your hand’s still, kinda on me....”

He quickly removed his hand from Dakota’s shoulder.

They had been making more accidental physical contact lately. It wasn’t bad, just...strange.

But not unwelcome either.

“Um, about the dinner a few days ago,” Cavendish said awkwardly so Dakota wouldn’t linger on the hand-on-shoulder thing for long. “If you want space, I’ll understand. We...I said some things I shouldn’t have. Just trying to make it up to you.”

Dakota shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’m not mad about it anymore. Promise. Besides, the egg rolls at that Chinese place tasted much better anyway.”

“Yeah, they did,” Cavendish admitted.

So if Dakota was fine, why was he still acting weird? Cavendish figured it was best if he didn’t comment on it.

Before he could dwell on it for long, they heard a shout from a nearby grove of trees. “Dakota! Cavendish!” Milo shouted. “We’ve been waiting forever!”

Zack followed behind him, panting heavily. “It was more like four minutes.”

“Great to see you, kid,” Dakota high-fived Milo with a smile. “I bet you can’t wait for summer. That’s supposed to be picnic season.”

Milo shrugged. “Well, it’s not only-”

Zack cut him off. “Yeah, we enjoy picnics in snow! Sara has an everythingproof-tarp we spread out! Besides, we can avoid those pesky ants this way.”

“Anyway, come on!” Milo exclaimed. As soon as he set one foot in the grove, a snowdrift fell on him, knocking him on his back.

Zack tried hauling him to his feet, only to trip and fall facefirst into the snow. He sat up, coughing and rubbing the snow out of his eyes.

“At least there was a lack of icicles this time,” Milo said, standing up and brushing the snow off his jacket.

“Milo, do you have a spare earpiece?” Zack asked, taking a small device out of his ear. “Mine broke when I fell.”

“Hold on a sec. Sara’s trying to get through,” Milo held out his arm. “Is everything ready? Okay, we’ll be there in a few! Cavendish and Dakota are with us.”

Cavendish wondered why he was using an earpiece rather than a cell phone. Milo just wasn’t the secretive type.

“The preparations are complete,” Milo explained to Zack. “Now all we have is the we-umph!”

Zack covered Milo’s mouth. “Wheat bread! That’s all the bread we have! Cause the store ran out of, uh, sourdough!”

Dakota sneezed into his elbow, but Cavendish could tell he was trying not to laugh.

And Cavendish wasn’t buying their story.

Milo and Zack gave their best ‘please believe us’ grins, only it would have been more convincing if their smiles weren’t taking up half of their faces.

“Well, we shouldn’t keep your sister waiting,” Cavendish said.

Milo had been right about the secluded part. It seemed as though people didn’t come this way too often. They reached a clearing, the tallest snowman Cavendish had ever seen sitting in the middle. Sara and Melissa cheered upon their arrival.

“Great! They’re here!” Sara exclaimed. “Let’s get this wedding started!”

What wedding? There weren’t chairs, an officiator, and flowers. Or any people besides them for that matter.

“A little bare for a wedding, don’t you think?” Cavendish asked.

Melissa stared at him. “Wow. I was so sure Milo almost dropped the bomb on what we were planning.”

“He almost did. Twice,” Zack replied. “I had to intervene. Did you guys believe us at all?”

Believe their sorry excuse for a lie? Not for a second. Why did they think it was acceptable to lie to them in the first place though?

Dakota sized up the snowman, then grabbed Cavendish’s hat and tossed it on top. Cavendish glared at him. “What?” Dakota protested. “It was missing something!”

Milo laughed. “We were singing Christmas karaoke when Sara said something about recreating the lyrics from Winter Wonderland. It snowballed from there, I guess. No pun intended.”

“Will the lucky grooms please stand in front of Parson Brown?” Sara announced. “That’s what we named the snowman, by the way.”

Dakota did as she instructed, Milo standing a small distance away. They smiled, sharing a fist-bump. Then Dakota turned to beam at Cavendish, as if waiting expectantly for him to do something.

Everyone was watching him.

And all the pieces were fitting in place.

“Wait!” Cavendish protested. “I-I can’t marry him! He’s my partner!”

Sara fell over, laughing uncontrollably.

“Dude, you just admitted it,” Zack smirked. Milo was snickering too hard to contribute.

Admitting what exactly? Melissa pulled him into position, next to Dakota. She frowned, then pointed to their hands. Dakota took Cavendish’s hands in his own. An odd tingling sensation flowed through Cavendish’s body.

Zack stood by him. He waved to Milo, who returned the gesture.  

“So,” Cavendish whispered awkwardly while Sara searched for the right page in a tiny book. “I guess we’re skipping the proposal and engagement period, huh?”

“I’m fine with that. Preparing is the most boring part,” Dakota said with a grin.

“I got it!” Sara exclaimed. “Okay, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Cavendish and Dakota. Yeah, no one here is objecting. We don’t need that part.”

She obviously wasn’t qualified to legally marry someone, but since when did time travelers abide by traditions anyway?

“Yeah, hope you don’t mind me skipping over the sappy stuff. We know you love each other,” Sara said. “Ugh, the print’s so small. Where’s the stuff for the ‘I do’?”

“By the way, who had the rings?” Zack asked.

“I thought you were handling them!” Melissa frowned.

“We never put a position of ringbearer in,” Milo explained. “I thought we were forgetting something important.”

“Milo, I know you and your friends were probably planning this for a while, but how in the world were you able to afford wedding rings?” Cavendish asked.

“We’re but poor peasant students who can hardly afford a snack in the school vending machines,” Melissa replied. “So we have mood rings instead. At least, we would’ve had mood rings if a certain someone hadn’t lost them.”

Zack folded his arms. “You once left a note that said ‘take home math book’ in the math book you left in the classroom. I’m not the forgetful one here.”

“After Cavendish and I are done, you two should come up here and get married too,” Dakota suggested.

Melissa and Zack’s eyes widened in horror at the mere thought, their argument quickly forgotten.

“Good one,” Cavendish said quietly, so that only Dakota could hear him.

Then he noticed a tunnel forming through the snow, and Diogee popped out, two mood rings hanging from a string in his mouth.

“Good boy, Diogee!” Milo exclaimed. He took the mood rings and passed them to Cavendish and Dakota.

“Great, cause I finally found it!” Sara exclaimed. “Will you, Dakota, take Cavendish for your wedded husband, for better or worse, for rich or poor, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish-” Milo squealed, momentarily interrupting her. “-til death do you part?”

There was something in Dakota’s eyes that was unreadable, almost like a hidden sorrow buried there. “I do,” he said firmly. He gently slid the mood ring onto Cavendish’s finger. The black faded away, revealing a bright red swirl. It was bulky and made of inexpensive material, sure.

And it was perfect.  

It was his turn now. Cavendish inhaled deeply as Sara repeated the passage for him. “Will you, Cavendish, take Dakota for your wedded husband, for better or worse, for rich or poor, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, til death do you part?”

“I do,” Cavendish replied without hesitation. He placed the other mood ring on Dakota’s finger.

Dakota looked down at their clasped hands. “You know it’s called a ring finger for a reason?”

“Er, I knew that,” Cavendish said quickly, correcting his error. His first act as a husband was putting the ring on the wrong finger. He was sure Dakota would never let him live it down.

“Then by the powers invested in me-even though I am not qualified at all to do this, but who cares-I now pronounce you husbands! You may kiss!” Sara exclaimed.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” the kids chanted.

“So, were you going to initiate?” Cavendish asked.

Dakota’s hands twitched, as if he wanted to find some food in his pockets to calm his nerves. “You want me to?”

“Well, yes I want you-oh, you meant the kiss,” Cavendish wondered if he should just smash their lips together now and get it over with.

Something rammed into the back of his legs, and he pitched forward. Before he knew it, Dakota caught him, and their lips-

Dear heaven, their lips were touching.

Cavendish applied a little more pressure, and Dakota reciprocated. The kids’ chants died away, and the sound of an accordion filled the air. The rhythm was soft and melodical, the perfect song for a winter wedding.

Unable to support their combined weight, Dakota’s legs buckled, and they fell into the snow. But the kiss only deepened from there, Dakota’s hands massaging his neck gently.

Cavendish held onto the back of Dakota’s head, his fingers stroking his soft, curly hair.

“Do you think we should stop them?”

“Hush! It’s romantic!”

He never wanted it to end, but Cavendish found himself sorely lacking air, and he broke the kiss. He clung to Dakota, breathing heavily. Dakota’s face matched the red on his jacket, his hand clutching his heart as if he couldn’t believe what happened.

The accordion melody came to an end. “Congratulations!” Milo called. “And sorry about Diogee!”

Sara shook her head. “They really needed that push. Good boy, Diogee.”

Diogee ate a treat from the palm of her hand.

Cavendish stood up with some difficulty, taking his hat back from Parson Brown.

“And now for the picnic!” Milo exclaimed. Sara unfolded a tarp and began spreading it out. “I just didn’t mention the wedding part. We got plenty of food!”

Dakota grinned. “Great, cause I’m famished.”

“You ate before we left the apartment,” Cavendish reminded him.

“Exactly! Which was what, a while ago?” Dakota said.

Cavendish had been right to think something had changed. But not all change was bad. After all, he never would’ve met Dakota without it. They would have times where they would goof around and accomplish nothing. They would have their bad days, where nothing went right and left them stewing in frustration. There would be moments where his deepest insecurities came to light and left his a complete mess.

And no matter what, Dakota would always be there. The most loyal person Cavendish had ever known.

It truly was a winter wonderland.

#mml secret santa #milo murphy's law #dakavendish #vinnie dakota #balthazar cavendish #sara murphy #zack underwood #melissa chase

[sldlovescartoons]

Secret Santa for @deyasworld Milo, Melissa, and Zack caroling. Sorry it took so long to get done. Late Merry Christmas!

#mml secret santa #mml #mml fanart #milo murphy's law #milo murphy #zack underwood #Melissa chase

[dragonsandducks]

It’s time for the mml secret santa reveal… SURPRISE, @inkdrawndreamer! I tried to do some Dakavendish domestic fluff while keeping with the holiday spirit, and I really hope you enjoy! Happy holidays!

Cavendish had been living with (and dating) Dakota for four months, not that anyone was counting. Except maybe he was. It felt almost natural, considering how much time they’d spent together working. But it still felt weird to wake up to Dakota making breakfast, or playing a game on his phone, or still sleeping.

Today he when he woke up, Dakota wasn’t there. Cavendish sat up, already worried. Dakota was always there.

“Dakota?” It was then that Cavendish noticed the music coming from the other room, quite loudly in fact. He walked inside. Dakota was standing on a stepladder, next to a giant tree. 

When did that get there?

“Good morning, Cav!” Dakota said, draping another ornament onto the tree’s long branches.

“Dakota, what on earth are you doing?” Cavendish asked, turning down the volume on the carols blasting from the speaker.

“It’s almost Christmas! And Hanukkah! And Kwanza, or whatever it is you celebrate.” Dakota hopped down from the stepladder to grab another box of ornaments and lights.

“Ah. Yes. Christmas,” Cavendish said, sounding like somebody who held a grudge against Christmas or something.

“Why do you sound so upset? Come on, it’s the most wonderful time of the year!” Dakota sang the last part with the carol now beginning on the speaker.

“I don’t celebrate holidays.” Dakota stopped, almost dropping the cardboard box in his arms.

“You don’t what?” He practically gasped.

“Celebrate ho-“

“I heard you! I’m just in shock!” Dakota dug through the box and pushed an ornament into Cavendish’s hands.

“Dakota, is this really necessary?” Cavendish asked, looking at the ornament he was now holding. It was basic, red and spherical, nothing special. “What do I do with this?”

“You put it on the tree-! Here,” Dakota put the box on the floor, grabbed Cavendish’s hands, and guided him over to the tree. “So you just find a branch and then put it on, and it’s a christmas tree!”

Cavendish gently hooked the ornament onto a branch, then stepped backwards to examine his work. The round ornament glimmered, and Cavendish had to admit he liked it.

“It does look nice…” Cavendish relented. Dakota smiled.

“Exactly! Here,” He picked up the box handed it to Cavendish. Then he pulled out a string of lights. “You do ornaments, I’ll do lights,” Dakota instructed.

Within a few hours, the tree was an amalgamation of lights, ornaments, and one glowing, bright yellow star. But somehow it worked.

“Okay, okay, we gotta take a picture with it!” Dakota pulled out the old polaroid camera Milo had given him for the holiday. He stood under the tree with Cavendish and snapped a picture. The flash went off, blinding them both for a second. The camera printed the picture.

“Oh! Hannukah starts tonight too,” Dakota said. “We have a menorah, right?” He shook the polaroid gently.

“We do not own a menorah,” Cavendish said. “Are you Jewish?”

“Half, on my mother’s side,” Dakota explained. “You didn’t really think Drowssap wasn’t a Jewish last name, did you?”

Cavendish didn’t reply.

“Anyways, we need a menorah. And some candles. Do you mind if we go shopping?”

“If we can pick up breakfast on the way there,” Cavendish glanced at the clock. It was half past 10. “Or maybe lunch.”

“Fine with me,” Dakota said.

———

Two hours, a trip to Walmart, and a stop at lunch later, it was sunset. Dakota and Cavendish stood at the kitchen table, Dakota with a lighter in his hand, Cavendish nervously watching.

“And you’re certain that you will not set the room on fire?” Cavendish asked for the hundredth time.

“Cav, I’ve been doing this my whole life. I got this,” Dakota promised. He said the prayers as he placed the first candle into the menorah and lit the shamash, which he explained to Cavendish was the main candle that lit all the other candles, but it didn’t count as a day.

It took some explaining, and also gathered weird looks from the other Walmart shoppers (who deserved weird looks themselves, with how late they were buying holiday gifts, Cavendish thought).

Dakota handed the shamash to Cavendish.

“Okay, light the first candle with it,” Dakota instructed, watching carefully. He was excited about sharing his traditions with Cavendish, but also… nervous. Traditions that involve fire are at risk of going horribly wrong. 

But the candle was lit without issue, and soon the glowing of the menorah was accompanied by the glowing of a tall Christmas tree. Cavendish didn’t celebrate holidays. But if it made Dakota happy, he would celebrate every single one.

“Happy holidays, Cav,” Dakota said, gently resting his head against Cavendish’s arm.

“Happy holidays, Dakota,” Cavendish said. They stood and watched the candles flicker as it began to snow outside, their faces lit by the lights of the tree.

#mml #dakavendish #vinnie dakota #balthazar cavendish #milo murphy's law #mml secret santa

[redandfranticfeelings]

heres my @mmlsecretsanta gift for @murphygloss!! your oc is rlly cute and helliot is ALSO very cute <3

and heres a bonus sketch bc i figured itd be cool to include one colored thing and one uncolored thing

#helliot #mml ocs #murphygloss #elliot decker #mml secret santa #milo murphys law #doodly dee #digitals

[darkhelllovedie]

For @antzonian. Happy Holidays!

#mml #milomurphyslaw #milo murphy's law #mml kris #mml secret santa #Karma’s presents #mml fans #my art

[milomurphysblawg]

Secret Santa for @arendalphaeagle!!

sorry its considerably late, (I got my assignment after the 25th) but here it is!

I went with Milo and Amanda baking a Christmas cake for their friends and family. Unfortunately, Murphy’s law decides to intervene, but no worries, Milo’s always prepared!

#Daily Doodle #my art #Milo Murphy's Law #MMLSecretSanta #MML #Milo Murphy #Amanda Lopez #cake #christmas #merry christmas #I've noticed youve been following me for a long time #and its nice to know I have a regular! #happy holidays! #secret santa #gift

[deathishauntedbyhumans]

Update on Submissions Closing

Alright! It’s the first day of November, and as it stands, the Secret Santa draws ever-nearer. We wanted to drop in and give you an update on the chosen date for the closing of submissions and the subsequent events. 

Submissions for the entry survey will officially close on Friday, November 23. This gives you a little less than a month to decide if you’d like to be involved if you haven’t already signed up. The link to the survey is here and the first informational post can be found here. 

 After submissions close, you will receive your victim gift-recievee within the next few days following. If you don’t receive a message from Jim or I by Monday, November 26, please feel free to shoot one of us a question about the event. 

Gifts will be due the week of Christmas: Sunday December 23-Saturday December 29. If you have any problems or won’t be able to post your gift within that time frame, please message Jim or I and we’ll do our best to make things work for both you and your person. 

Please stay tuned for a few more announcements in the coming days/weeks; Jim and I are working together to create deadlines/some criteria for the specifics of the gifts being given (that mostly have to do with the fic category). Please keep other criteria for the SS in mind as we go forward as well. 

~Kris

#milo murphy's law #mml ss #mml #milo murphy's law secret santa #update #important

[mmlsecretsanta]

Posting Dates Are Here!

Hey guys!! Sorry for the late answer to your surveys; life has been kickin’ me in the BUTT, and I’m pretty sure the same goes for Jim. But I’m here (I’m queer!) with the dates to post your gifts!! 

An overwhelming majority of y’all voted for the week OF Christmas, so that’s what we’re going with. However, we didn’t want to give just ONE date and make it... difficult, just in case you suddenly, y’know, lose wifi on that ONE DAY or your long lost Great Uncle Gerard suddenly comes home from the war and you have bigger things to worry about. Which is why we’ve decided on a RANGE of dates! Two days before Christmas to two days after, which is the 23rd of December to the 27th of December. 

Don’t feel obligated to post on the first day if you’re not confident enough about the gift! That’s why there’s a range, too; if you want a little more time to make sure that you’re posting the perfect thing for your new fandom friend, there you have it! 

And remember!! This is all about having fun! So... have fun! -Kris

#mml ss #mml secret santa #MML

[cayteecatt]

I know i’m cutting it kind of close but here’s my MML Secret Santa Gift for @annamaetion !! I hope this is okay!

#milo murphy's law #dakavendish #vinnie dakota #balthazar cavendish #i accidentally drew something #traditional art

[juliastartoons]

For the MML Secret Santa 2017 I drew a Milack date for @wiz-witch!!! They were both super nervous for their date, but Milo thought that he could ease the tension by telling a story and Zack is just....So in love.

#my art #milo murphy's law #milo x zack #milack #he's.....so in love