#winter wonderland; iris

[calithso]

this is me coming out as a clown (blakemancer)

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blake is from @infamous-if!!

#infamous if #infamous fanart #blake winter #mc: niki #my art #i might have.... gotten a little carried away...????? #i come back from my art block and to tumblr after 3 months to post this #taking one for the team 😤 #also my interpretation of blake!! might as well give her long hair so m!blake could have it too 🤷🏻‍♀️ #i'd switch lanes from 7 to blake any day #iris was right about the hot wonderland part-

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

come rest your bones next to me ; satoru gojo, suguru geto

synopsis; satoru shares the first snowfall of the year with the two people he loves most. 

word count; 4.6k

contents; satoru gojo/reader/suguru geto (poly relationship!!), gn!reader, you're all whipped, reader referred to as spouse, fluff fluff fluff!!, sickeningly domestic, just comfy vibes all around, mostly from satoru’s pov, suguru has a favorite (its you) (but also not really he just likes bullying toru <3), satoru gojo may or may not have unresolved mommy issues

a/n; happy satosugu holidays to those who celebrate <33 geto died today isnt that crazy. dont u think its fucked up how love figuratively and literally killed him. anyway! help urself to two very whipped husbands <33

”holy shit!”

the raspy tilt of satoru’s voice echoes throughout the bedroom, stirring you from your comfortable slumber. a soft groan spills from suguru’s lips, deep and husky, as he pulls you closer into his embrace — smoothing a warm palm down the back of your head. trying to soothe you back to sleep, muttering under his breath.

”satoru, it’s too early for this...”

”it’s snowing!” said man continues, unperturbed. unmistakably giddy. he’s standing by the window, hands pressed flush against the cold glass; entirely entranced by the sight in front of his cerulean eyes. 

your eyelids begin to flutter. a tiny tug of your subconscious, a pang of something excited flowing through your veins, an alert to your sleepy brain.

(snowing.)

with groggy movements, you wriggle out of suguru’s grasp — a displeased grumble leaves his throat, almost a whine — allowing you to scramble out of bed. ”really?” you chirp, rubbing the sleep from beneath your eyes. a raspy, meek little voice spilling into the air.

satoru grins, watching you move closer, watching as a tiny gasp pushes past your lips. watching as your droopy eyes widen — brightening, glittering, starlight and snowflakes painted on the interior of your iris. a breathtaking sight, he thinks. 

maybe even more breathtaking than the winter wonderland reflected in it; beyond the pure opaque frosting of the window’s glass, out into your backyard, buried beneath a thick layer of snow. soft and fluffy, covering the city, suguru’s long-frozen tulip garden, the bare branches of your apricot tree. every roof in sight. all of it dyed a pure white, glittering in the light of a morning sun yet to fully rise, tiny snowflakes descending down to earth. 

it’s beautiful. 

satoru loves winter. he always has, he thinks. it comes to him as a memory — blurred at the edges, gleaming even still, the first time he saw those snowflakes up close. someone held him in their arms, he recalls. a warmth long faded. 

all he can properly remember is that sight. one that knocked the breath from out his tiny lungs, all glitter and something almost other-worldly, something frightening in its majesty. like it broke through a rift in the stratosphere. 

the first snow of the year.

and he’s loved it ever since; the soft crunch of snow beneath his feet, an air heavy with the scent of cinnamon and candied apples, bouts of laughter to be heard from faraway apartments. red and green glimmers of artificial light, sweet frosting on the christmas cake he would always gobble up alone in his room. the cold wind, nipping at his bare fingers — a reminder of his capacity for ache.

there are lots of things to love. lots of memories to cherish. and every single year, he gets the chance to make more.

like this; the light in your eyes, the smile on your face, the excitement in how hurriedly you turn to meet his giddy gaze. a nostalgic kind of joy simmering in the space between you.

and before either of you know it, satoru’s pulling you towards the hallway, intent on dragging you outside to see it all up close. almost tripping over his agumon plush, lying unassumingly on the floor, kicked off the bed once again. 

(probably by satoru himself, though he’ll always insist it was suguru’s doing. overcome by his jealousy, surely, unable to stand the sight of his cute husband cuddling up to a plushie instead of him. satoru understands, he does — he feels the same when he sees you hug that 3’0 cat plushie of yours.

and, sure, maybe once or twice he’s been lucid enough to register the subconscious kick of his leg and agumon’s subsequent fall to the floor — but he’ll still blame suguru in the morning. if only to see the way said man rolls his eyes, clicks his tongue, maybe flicks his forehead if he’s really lucky.)

high on the spirit of christmas, spurred on by childlike elation and sleep-deprivation, you stumble towards the door. satoru pulls one of his jackets over your shoulders, delighting in the way your hands don’t fully reach through the sleeves. wrapping you up in a cozy scarf when suguru shouts at you both to dress warmly, barely awake and already tired of your antics.

and the moment you step through the door, satoru is engulfed by it. that mystical, mystical feeling. 

a little lonely, a little too satisfying to pass up. a cold breeze that nips at his fingertips, snowflakes that brush against his cheeks and stick to his white lashes. a warm hand in his, as you cling to his side, shuddering — but smiling, as you look up at the sky, putting a hand out just to feel the snowflakes melt against the skin of your palm.

he feels you let go of him, but doesn’t mention it. a little too mesmerized to tug you back. dipping his toes into the bittersweet nostalgia of it all, staring at the flurry of white all around you, the skeletal branches of your apricot tree. suguru’s poor tulips. humming a jolly tune, subconsciously. a little delighted.

— until something cold and wet hits the exposed skin of his neck.

satoru twitches, a chilling shudder trickling down his spine. the snowball just thrown at him begins to melt, droplets sticking to his nape, and he turns to you with a raise of his brow. a devilish grin on his lips, when he hears your muffled laughter, sees the crinkle of your eyes.

(you’re cute, he thinks. but you need to be humbled.)

”oh, so that’s how you wanna play?” he drawls, eyes gleaming with amusement. taking a step forward, reaching down to gather some snow in his palm. a wide grin on his glossy lips. ”fine by me.” 

he's fast, but you act quickly, running towards the apricot tree with laughter in your throat. feeling the pitter patter of your heartbeat resound in your ears, as the snowball misses its mark by just a hair — and you waste no time in making your own.

it’s a hard-fought duel. snowfall blocking your vision, nerves beginning to numb, red cheeks and runny noses as you chase each other with giddy breaths. unfortunately for you, satoru’s arms are unfairly long, fingers unfairly nimble, and his stamina never even seems to falter.

so before long, your energy begins to dwindle. chest heaving, hands too cold to form a proper snowball, while your husband seems like he hasn’t even broken a sweat. they just keep on coming, snowball after snowball colliding with the fabric of your jacket, and when one of them hits your collarbone you squeal — falling backwards, right into a fresh pile of snow.

satoru moves forward, a triumphant smirk on his handsome face. you’re out of breath, and your hands are red, and he’s fairly certain you’re gonna catch a cold. suguru’s going to scold him, but right now all he can think of is you. the frown you’re wearing, the little huff that slips from your lips.

”ready to admit defeat, sweetheart?” he practically purrs, standing above you with his hands on his hips. smug. and you grin right back.

”never.”

a hum. something glimmers in his eyes, a devious little glint, and you come to regret your decision when satoru gathers a heap of snow with his overgrown arms; only to drop it all on top of you. too tired to fight back, all you can do is shield your face, silently accepting your fate.

a shiver wracks through your body, and satoru almost feels bad. just a tiny bit. but then you finally relent, murmuring bitterly under your breath. ”fine, fine…” a soft pout forms on your lips. ”you win.”

and satoru smiles. crouching down to meet you at eye level, on his knees in front of you. there’s a teasing mirth in his eyes, when he reaches out to cup the fat of your cheek. ”that’s all i wanted to hear, sweet pea,” he drawls, trying not to giggle when you exaggeratedly roll your eyes.

his voice curls down an octave when he continues, leaning forward to brush his nose against yours. hot breath against your chilled skin. ”now, for my prize…”

his lips meet yours, sweet and chaste — a little cheeky. you scoff into the kiss, but satoru’s smile only grows. honeyed, a little bit adoring. his tongue flits out to lick at your cold bottom lip.

he lingers, for a bit. like he’s trying to savour the way you taste, faded strawberry chapstick sticking to his lips, smudged against your own. and you sigh, softly, melting a little, comforted by the fleeting warmth that blossoms on your face. 

when he's finally satisfied, having dragged his prize out to its completion, satoru helps you up. brushing snowflakes off your jacket, cradling your ice-cold hands in his. they’re not faring much better, but a worried tug of his heartstrings compels him to warm you up. bringing them to his lips, hot breath fanning over your skin, tender little kisses against the knots of your knuckles.

you can’t help but blush, and a raspy chuckle flows from out his lips. 

hazy morning sunshine licks at the branches of the apricot tree behind you, illuminating the contours of your face, the shine of his eyes. a blue smudge on a canvas painted white and gray. the air smells of pine cones and something smokey, crisp. it courses through his burning lungs when he inhales, exhales, a breath of vapour that scatters up into the sky.

satoru loves winter. always has. but now, he’s certain he loves it even more.

because now, he has two people to share it with. two people to drag out into the snow, two people whose hands he can tenderly warm up, two people who’ll laugh and sigh at his antics and still indulge him. two people to pelt with snowballs. 

what more could a man want?

”hey, idiots!” 

the voice that echoes throughout the air is exasperated, a little teasing. yet fond. suguru’s got his hair tied into a messy half done bun, black turtleneck sweater enunciating his broad chest and the curve of his waist. there’s a fatigue in his eyes, the creases of his face, but a lazy smile is playing at his lips.

”i’m making breakfast,” he shouts, voice deep and smokey and soft even still. ”come in and warm up before you catch a cold.”

”is that any way to speak to your husband and spouse?” satoru chimes back, a melodic lilt to his sugarsweet voice. something satisfied. pleased.

suguru shoots him an unimpressed look, but his eyes soften. melting a little, at the words that spill from satoru’s lips, as if they were always meant to be there. 

(husband. spouse. suguru wills himself not to smile.)

with matching grins on your faces, the two of you stumble back towards the door. snow crunching beneath your feet, a happy noise pushing past your lips when you collide with the warmth of your husband’s chest.

”look, suguru. isn’t it pretty?” you chirp, smiling brightly. an expression he mirrors — brushing some snow from the top of your head, warm palms caressing your cold skin, setting a mental reminder to scold satoru later. sparing a brief glance at the snowy veil over reality.

then he exhales. a fond hum. ”it is.”

satoru joins you both by the door, stretching out his lanky limbs. tousled hair, wet strands sticking to his skin, reddened cheeks and a signature pout. ”suguru, my hands are cold,” he whines. ”warm ’em up for me?”

a click of his tongue. ”should’ve put some gloves on, satoru.”

a hum buzzes in your throat, and you put your hands out. itchy, a little dry. a sad frown tugs at your lips when you speak. ”my hands are also cold.”

and, like clockwork, suguru’s eyes soften. a coo tiptoeing on his tongue, engulfing your hands in his larger ones. ”aw, c’mere, my love…” his breath fans over your frozen fingertips. ”let’s get you warmed up, hm?”

satoru gasps, a hand on his chest, and you stifle a giggle. he’s acting, you both know, being a little drama queen. he knows you’re just exaggerating suguru’s double standard as a bit, that your husband would probably set himself on fire to warm either of you up.

despite that, his voice comes out thoroughly offended. ”oh, i see how it is,” he huffs, walking past the both of you. pouting deeply. ”you hate me. you hate me, and you want me to die. i understand.”

”satoru,” you coo. he hmphs, but stills, waiting for you to wrap your arms around him. and you do — a little too eager to appease your giant baby of a husband.

”we’re just joking around,” you assure him, holding back a humorous chuckle. squeezing his waist with palpable fondness. ”love you sooo much. you know that.”

satoru stays silent. but he cranes his neck, to meet suguru’s gaze, standing just behind him. narrowing his cobalt eyes — a meaningful look.

suguru sighs.

”yes, yes. we love you oh so much.” he takes a step forward, ruffling the white head of hair by the door. a lazy smile on his lips. ”now behave and go change out of your pyjamas. they’re soaked.”

his voice is teasing. exasperated, more than a little condescending. but it’s suguru, so satoru accepts it — following you both into the warmth of your home. the scent of cinnamon and vanilla hangs heavy in the air, a hint of espresso and firewood, lulling him into a sweet state of tranquility. rich with comfort, safety.

he changes out of his wet clothes, pulling a black hoodie over his head before waltzing into the kitchen. and you do the same, emerging from your bedroom in one of suguru’s cozy sweaters, knitted and smelling of bergamot. 

when suguru notices, his gaze shifts into something fond. palpable. a look satoru always finds in the scope of those warm eyes, amber and cedar bleeding into something sweet, only ever directed at the two of you. a look said man assumes goes unnoticed. he’s not as slick as he thinks.

the kitchen simmers with hazy sunlight and gentle movements, something sleepy and kind. satoru is a little bit enamored with it; from bowls of cat food by the corner, to camellias by the windowsill, cookie jars and dried lemon slices, the fading scent of baked goods and wishlists stuck to the fridge.

(yours and satoru’s are filled with scribbles, new ideas popping up daily, while suguru’s is almost entirely blank; mostly necessities, one or two things he’d like for himself.

and then, of course, the same thing he writes at the top of his wishlist every year; some peace and quiet.)

suguru shuffles around the kitchen, long strands of black hair cascading down his back, swaying with his movements. he sends you both an affectionate glance when you step in, already in the process of making satoru his cup of hot chocolate — topped with marshmallows and whipped cream, colorful sprinkles in the shape of tiny stars, a touch of cinnamon. satoru licks his lips.

when it's finished, the cup is promptly handed to him, paired with a tender kiss to his forehead. and suguru starts the meticulous brewing of your coffee, steady hands, finely chosen coffee beans, the low purring of the espresso machine. soothing.

that’s when you attach yourself to his back. wrapping your arms around his waist, a sleepy yawn muffled into the fabric of his turtleneck. he places a big palm on your hand, thumb smoothing over your knuckle, and you nuzzle into him silently. suguru smiles.

”still sleepy, baby?” he questions, a coo on the tip of his tongue. his voice is soft, palpably so, buzzing with warmth and safety and something that makes you want to stay cuddled up to him forever.

satoru senses an opportunity to insert himself into the conversation, and forces out a yawn of his own. stretching his limbs like a big cat, blinking drowsily, eyelashes fluttering. hoping it’ll come off as endearing. ”mhm.” 

but suguru shoots him an unimpressed look. ”not you,” he tuts, patting your arm, ”this baby. i wasn’t asking you.”

a pout. ”why are you so mean to me?” he whines, shooting you a doe-eyed look. bottom lip jutting out slightly, a feigned glassiness to his eyes. ”sweetie, tell your husband to stop being so mean to me.”

you smile. indulgent, as always. ”don't be so mean to him, suguru. you know he’s sensitive.”

a sigh. deep, tinged with exhaustion. satoru shares an amused look with you — stifling a shared chuckle at suguru’s exasperation.

and suddenly, he feels something warm flutter in his ribcage. a sunkissed butterfly, wings brushing against his ribs, coaxing his lips into curling up. unmistakable fondness, almost too much to bear. the need to reach out and touch you creeps up on him, a hunger he can’t deny, but he holds back; you look comfy like that, curled up against suguru’s spine. so he only inches closer, without a word. 

his husband casts him a glance, but satoru stays silent. lips pursed, waiting for something. patient.

and suguru relents. he reaches a hand out, to tuck a stray strand of white hair behind his ear — an excuse to touch him. a silent apology. 

(i'm sorry, you big baby.)

satoru grins.

you shift from foot to foot, leaning over to see what suguru is doing, pressing buttons and taking two ceramic cups out from a wall cabinet. your eyes zero in on a particular shelf, narrowing in suspicion, before flitting over to meet your husband’s gaze.

”satoru, did you use up all my peppermint sweeteners again?”

he stiffens. just a tad, before swallowing a gulp — followed by a silly chuckle, sheepish and performative, eager to wiggle his way out of your cold gaze. ”… which sweeteners do you mean, honey?”

”don’t pull the ’honey’ card.”

”and don’t play dumb, either.”

a pout crosses his lips. betrayed. ”suguru, who’s side are you even on?”

said man gives him a look. that one look, characteristically suguru, the same one he always sends satoru’s way. one so thoroughly unimpressed it makes him feel like the world’s biggest clown. 

and satoru plays along. your dutiful, beloved clown, his posture wilting like a sad flower. suguru exhales through his nose.

”don’t steal their sweeteners.” he smooths a thumb over your knuckle, absentminded, meeting the cold metal of the ring on your finger. smiling a little at the sensation. ”buy your own.”

satoru huffs, drawn out and childish. crossing his arms, leaning against the kitchen counter. ”ah, i see how it is. leaving your sweet husband to buy his own sweeteners?” he clicks his tongue. ”chivalry is dead.”

you bite back a little chuckle — satoru recognizes the cute noise you make when you do — and suguru rolls his eyes. fondly, always. ”remind me next time i go to the store and i’ll consider it.”

”hmph.”

suguru is smiling. it’s small, but genuine, worth a thousand words. and you are, too, the vague crinkle of your eyes giving you away. even as you bury your face in the curve of suguru’s back.

and ah, satoru thinks. there it is again. 

that sickeningly sweet sense of deja vu; the sensation of a certain something flourishing deep inside his chest. warming him up, trickling through his frost-bitten veins. that one little itch he never manages to satisfy, that never goes away, something that took root inside his heart years ago — watered by the sweet looks on your faces.

this everyday slice of heaven, right in front of him, that he’s been greedily partaking in ever since he moved in with you. since he married you.

(married.)

sometimes he still can’t believe it. 

”it’ll be done in a minute,” suguru hums, and satoru blinks. broken out of his syrupy stupor. ”you two go wait by the kotatsu, okay? must be cold, poor babies.” 

and, as always, his voice is a little teasing. a tiny bit condescending, if you really strain your ears, in typical suguru fashion. but it’s laced with a touch of sweetness; one that would be too much for either of you to stomach, if it were to drip out of his lips with nothing to water it down. so satoru accepts it. welcomes it, even.

and you follow his suggestion. making your way towards the living room, satoru trailing behind you, continuously enamored by every little thing he sees. every little piece of the home you’ve built for yourselves.

your living room is cozy. several potted plants seated here and there, a thick quilt to cover the kotatsu, a bowl of satsumas on top of it. a sleepy cat on your couch, golden sunshine ruffling her fur. a santa hat lies beside her, and satoru snags it without much thought. pulling it over his head.

his gaze shifts to the christmas tree over in the corner, eyes filling with a childlike kind of wonder. it’s decorated to completion, weighed down by colourful ornaments and lights, a star at the very top. suguru cut it himself, bringing the biggest and prettiest one he could find back home.

(satoru had gone with him. partially to help carry it back, mostly to get a glimpse of suguru's biceps flexing with the swing of the axe. he’s a simple man.)

and beneath it, presents are already beginning to pile up. carefully wrapped, in bows and silken paper, growing more each day. shattering suguru’s hopes of maybe having a more lowkey christmas this year — but satoru couldn’t be more relieved. this is the only time of year you let him get away with pampering you both to his heart’s content.

a smile blooms on his lips. he plops down on the floor, crossing his legs, right as suguru walks in with a coffee pot in hand. their gazes overlapping.

and something mischievous begins to brew within the blue of his eyes, something that makes suguru narrow his own. satoru pats his thigh, twice, a coo on the tip of his tongue. santa hat sitting pointedly on top of his head, fluffing up his hair.

”c’mere, suguru! sit on santa’s lap.”

”— you’re disgusting.”

the words are playful, but a pout still slips into the curve of satoru’s lips, and he huffs out a displeased little breath. his husband pretends not to hear it, so satoru turns to you — sitting so prettily to his right, already anticipating his next move. puppy dog eyes on full display, he gives you a soft tilt of his head, snowy tufts of hair falling over his eyes.

and you sigh, in what he knows is resignation. his faux pout turning into a satisfied grin.

you curl up in satoru’s lap without much of a fuss, letting him circle his arms around you. an indulgent smile rests on your lips, but he knows you love this; his broad chest against your back, the heat of the kotatsu warming your feet. breathing in the fading scent of your shampoo, he leaves a peck on the sensitive spot right behind your ear, and you try not to shudder.

then satoru smiles. squeezing you, lightly, sweetly, eyes rich with honeyed affection. voice dripping with playful endearment. ”there we go,” he coos. ”what does my angel want for christmas, hm?” 

”i want you to stop stealing my peppermint sweeteners,” comes your answer. instantaneous.

silence fills the room. a moment passes. outside your frosted windows, a bird takes flight from the branches of your apricot tree. and satoru clicks his tongue.

”… santa can only do so much, baby.”

two deep scoffs fill the air, heavy and bemused. one from you, one from suguru. satoru only giggles.

”just kidding!” he chirps, planting a kiss on the top of your head. ”don’t you worry. santa’ll give you all the peppermint sweeteners you could ever want.” 

you raise a brow, exhaling amusedly. craning your head to meet his gaze. ”and he won’t end up using them all himself?”

”of course not! blasphemy.” 

a moment passes.

”… maybe one or two. as a treat.”

a string of protests slips from your lips, and satoru tries not to burst into a fit of giggles. suguru just watches, silently, smiling lightly as he pours hot coffee into two ceramic cups. steam wafting up to the ceiling, a cat jumping down from the couch to curl up in his lap. he places one in front of you, not taking a single sip of his own until he hears you hum blissfully at the taste — pink lips against white ceramic. a bitter taste on his tongue, sweetened by your approval.

then he starts peeling three satsumas, absentmindedly, and satoru swallows down the love-ridden honey choking up the back of his throat. pretending the domesticity of such a simple action doesn’t melt his heart down to the marrow. 

he turns his attention towards the window. frost sticking to the glass like spider-woven webs, soon to be melted by the glow of the mellow winter sunrays. flitting in through the curtains, cascading over the room, splattering across the floorboards. framing the hue of your hair, the smile on suguru’s lips.

and a memory comes to him. sudden, hazy, faded at the edges. ghosting his subconscious.

he remembers the frost, the biting wind, the frightening majesty of the snow that fell that day. breaking into his world through a rift in the stratosphere. he remembers the contrasting warmth of the person who held him, who cradled him close; the soft lull of a woman’s voice. 

for a moment, satoru thinks he can almost, almost see it before him. hear those gentle words, see her tired smile. why was she always so tired?

(look, satoru. isn’t it pretty?)

— he can’t recall how it sounded. if it was melodic and soft, or raspy and broken, happy or sad. but he does recall that it made him feel safe. safe enough to find comfort in a sight so other-worldly, so very foreign.

it should’ve been frightening, but it wasn’t. the first snowfall satoru ever saw knocked the breath from out his lungs, stole his heart with cold hands, left him with a suffocating nostalgia. but the memory is precious.

and now, he feels that sense of other-worldliness in this; a kotatsu for three, a warm house, peeled satsumas and promises of a christmas cake soon to be baked. one lovely spouse in his lap, the other gazing at him with that fond look he always assumes goes unnoticed. a cocoon of safety — a ghost he doesn’t need to chase anymore.

warmth. enough warmth to make up for the snow and frost outside your home, all the experiences he missed out on as a child. warmth, warmth, warmth. funny, how that happens to be satoru’s favorite thing about winter. 

he looks at the two of you, hoping you won’t pay any mind to his silence. for once, he hopes you’ll stay wrapped up in your awful, awful coffee, so bitter that just looking at it makes his throat feel dry. just so he can get away with admiring you for a little longer. from the contours of suguru’s face, to the skin of your collarbone, to the rings on your fingers. ones he put there himself. 

and ah, satoru thinks, there it is again. again and again, as always, forever. that warm, warm feeling flourishing in the depths of his chest. 

he hopes it never goes away.

#genuinely fucked up that suguru geto isnt in my kitchen rn </3 #i just think sugu is such a caretaker. makes u breakfast and peels ur satsumas w/o u even asking. bc it makes him happy :’3 hes so Mother #i think he lowkey gets just a little bit uncomfortable when u or gojo try to do the same for him… he likes doting on u #but obv he deserves to be pampered too!! just gotta ease him into it #and i think gojo has a hole in his heart where love should be. bc he wasnt given enough as a child #im not sure what to think when it comes to his parents (since we know literally nothing abt them) but... #the idea of him finding some comfort in the memory of his mom…. maybe not realizing that he misses her…..… i think its very sad. and good. #listened to ricky montgomery while writing this i think it mightve healed me #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo x reader #geto x reader #geto x reader x gojo #gojo fluff #geto fluff #satosugu x reader #satosugu x you #satosugu x y/n #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #……… thats… a lot of tags.

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Queer Books Coming Out January 2024

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[found-family-tournament]

Best Found Family Tournament

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Give me as much propaganda and images as possible. It gives your fams a higher chance of winning.

Every piece of propaganda and every picture or gif I get. In the submissions and in my asks will be added to the poll post every round.

Please inform me if any of the images or information are wrong. Or if you have a better image that I could use.

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I try to reblog all the propaganda I get in my reblogs, but if you want to make sure I don't accidentally overlook yours, please tag me.

Inspired by other cool blogs like @bluehairandpronouns-tournament @gender-swag-bracket @bestsiblingstournament @musicalcharactertournament @dead-character-showdown @t4tswagbracket @thegreatbigdetectivepolll @trafficlighttriobracket @thebestcartoontournament @noncanongayestbitchestournament @animatedfightthrowdown @bestcharacterwithfirepowers

Links under the cut

Round 1:

Part 1:

The Runaways (Marvel's Runaways) vs The Knights of Camelot (BBC Merlin)

The Wayward Children (The Wayward Children / Every Heart a Doorway) vs Gekkagumi (A3!)

The Faraway Friends (OMORI) vs The Spring Troupe (A3!)

Bee Happy (Matilda) vs The Night at the Museum Gang (Night at the Museum)

Winter Troupe (A3!) vs Gwendolyn, The Will, Lying Cat and Sophie (Saga (Comic))

Part 2:

The SHIELD Team (Agents of SHIELD) vs Hershel Layton, Luke Triton & Flora Reinhold (Professor Layton Games)

The Band of Boobs (Not Another D&D Podcast) vs Saiki and his friends (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.)

The Third Mates/The Choo Choo Crew (Not Another D&D Podcast) vs The Crystal Gems (Steven Universe)

Team Dark (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs Kipo & Wolf (Kipo)

Dethklok (Metalocalypse) vs The Robinsons (Meet the Robinsons)

Part 3:

Interview with the Vampire Vampires (Interview with the Vampire) vs The Forgers (Spy x Family)

The Mechanisms (The Mechanisms) vs The Scooby Gang (Scooby Doo)

Izumi & Sig Curtis & Edward & Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs The Clump (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared)

The Hamato Clan/Mad Dogz (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rottmnt)) vs Team Victor (Vicious)

The Black Bulls (Black Clover) vs The Leverage Crew (Leverage)

Part 4:

MASH team (M*A*S*H) vs The Behavioural Analysis Unit (Criminal Minds)

Spider Crew (So I'm A Spider So What?) vs The Joestar Group (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

RTDL Quarted (Kirby) vs The Avengers (MCU Fanfiction)

Brave Vesperia (Tales of Vesperia) vs The Animorphs (Animorphs)

The Dolls (The Sandman) vs Team Rocket (Pokémon)

Part 5:

The Love Trio (Welcome to Demon School Iruma-Kun) vs Maka, Soul, Tsubaki, Black Star, Death the Kid, Crona, Patty, Liz (Soul Eater)

The Gaang (Avatar the Last Airbender) vs Die Wilden Kerle (Die Wilden Kerle)

Alex & Jonas (Oxenfree) vs The Gluttony Crew (The Evillious Chronicles)

Watari & L Lawliet (Death Note) vs The Cat's Whiskers (Paradox Live)

The Rowdy 3 (Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency) vs Mae, Greg, Angus & Bea (Night in the Woods)

Part 6:

The Crew of the Serenity (Firefly & Serenity) vs The Crew of the Iris (The Strange Case of Starship Iris)

Lucifam (Lucifer) vs Team Bleck/Bleck Squad (Super Paper Mario)

The Ericson Kids (The Walking Dead Game) vs Accelerator, Last Order, Aiho Yomikawa, Kikyou Yoshikawa & Misaka Worst (A Certain Magical Index)

Squad 312 (the Aurora Cycle series) vs The Fatui Harbingers (Genshin Impact)

13 and the Gang (Doctor Who) vs Franchouchou (Zombie Land Saga)

Part 7:

Dadvid & Momgwen (Camp Camp) vs Bucci Gang/Team Bucciarati (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Akanyatsura (Paradox Live) vs 11s Fam (Doctor Who)

Team Red (Carmen Sandiego) vs The Ghosts (BBC Ghosts)

Firefam (9-1-1) vs Murder Family (Hannibal)

The Golden Deer (Fire Emblem) vs Mikazuki Villa (Magia Record)

Part 8:

NYPD Major Crimes (Prodigal Son) vs Diasomnia Fam (Twisted Wonderland)

Warden Ingo, Akari, Rei & Professor Laventon (Pokemon Legends Arceus) vs New Who Crew (Doctor Who)

Nahida & Scaramouche/Wanderer (Genshin Impact) vs The Circle Kids (Tamora Pierce's Emelan Universe (The Circle of Magic Quartet))

The Shazamily (Shazam!) vs The Clawthorne-Nocedas (The Owl House)

The Losers Club (It) vs The Mondstadt Crew (Genshin Impact)

Part 9:

The Entire Your Turn to Die Cast (Your Turn to Die) vs Funn Funerals & Eric (Wooden Overcoats)

Because You Made Me Smile (or Extended Tenma Household) (Project SEKAI) vs The Aurinko Crime Family (The Penumbra Podcast (Juno Steel))

Silco & Jinx (Arcane) vs The Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (& Associates) (GLOW)

Dark Dragon and the Happy Hungry Bunch (Akatsuki no Yona/Yona of the Dawn) vs MSR (The X-Files)

Ash & Pikachu (Pokémon) vs The Thief Gang/House of Orphans (The Thief Lord)

Part 10:

Powder, Vi, Vander, Mylo & Claggor (Arcane) vs Space Runaways (Saga (Comic))

The Victors of District 12 (The Hunger Games) vs The Killjoys (Killjoys)

The St Cassians Chamber Choir (Ride The Cyclone) vs Six of Crows/The Crows (Six of Crows)

The Gangsey (The Raven Cycle) vs Paper Girls (Paper Girls)

The Bad Kids (Dimension 20 - Fantasy High) vs The Drawtectives (Drawtectives (Drawfee))

Part 11:

Team Natsu (Fairy Tail) vs Yutaka, Minoru & Tane (Our Dining Table)

The Scions of the Seventh Dawn (Final Fantasy XIV) vs Neal Caffrey, Peter & Elizabeth Burke & Mozzie (White Collar)

Scoobies (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont & Alucard (Castlevania)

I.M.P. (Helluva Boss) vs The New Mutants (X-Men Comics)

The Bad Batch (The Bad Batch) vs Leorio, Kurapika, Gon & Killua (Hunter X Hunter)

Part 12:

Date-Sagan Family (AI: The Somnium Files) vs God Kids (Trials of Apollo)

Crew of the Per Aspera (Rolling with Difficulty) vs Reyna Ramirez & Nico Di Angelo (Riordanverse)

The Crew of the Revenge (Our Flag Means Death) vs The Crisis Management Team (Tomorrow)

Joel Miller & Ellie Williams (The Last of Us) vs Hotel OJ (Inanimate Insanity)

Wangxian + Junior Quartet (Mo Dao Zu Shi/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/The Untamed) vs Phoenix (MacGyver)

Part 13:

Nightchord25 (Project SEKAI) vs The Wayfarer's Crew (The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet)

Jessica, Aaron & Erica Slaughter (Something Is Killing the Children) vs Color Gang (Animation vs Minecraft/Animator vs Animation)

Sk8 Fam (Sk8 the Infinity) vs The Pilot Program (Misfits and Magic (Dimension 20))

Killing School Trip Survivors (Danganronpa 2) vs Sea Salt Family (Kingdom Hearts)

The Ten Companions of the Dragonmark (How To Train Your Dragon (Books)) vs Cohen-Atwood Family (The OC)

Part 14:

Arya Stark, Gendry Waters, Hot Pie (& Lommy Greenhands & Jaqen H'Gar) (A Song of Ice & Fire/Game of Thrones) vs Old World Group (Everworld)

Lightning Thief Trio (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) vs California Bureau of Investigation (The Mentalist)

Adora, Glimmer & Bow (She-Ra) vs Disaster Trio/The Clone Wars Trio (Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008))

Kim Dokja's Company (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) vs 13 Flame Chasers (Honkai Impact 3rd)

Ren Amamiya, Futaba Sakura & Sojiro Sakura (Persona 5) vs Batfam (Batman Media (Wayne Family Adventures))

Part 15:

The Soul Squad (The Good Place) vs The Paladins of Voltron (Voltron: Legendary Defenders)

Inheritance Gang (Eragon/the Inheritance Cycle) vs Strawhat Pirates (One Piece)

10's Crew (Doctor Who) vs Clementine & Lee Everett (The Walking Dead Game)

Wendy, Soos, Stanford, Stanley, Dipper, Mabel & Waddles (Gravity Falls) vs The Local Group (Rain World)

Five Eccentrics/Five Oddballs (Ensemble Stars) vs The Luminary, Erik, Serena, Veronica, Sylvando, Jade, Rab & Hendrik (Dragon Quest XI)

Part 16:

The Meta Knights (Kirby) vs The Queens from the Musical Six (Six)

Shroud Bros (Twisted Wonderland) vs Natsume's Protection Squad (Natsume's Book of Friends)

The Long Island Vampires & Guillermo (What We Do In The Shadows) vs The Octotrio (Twisted Wonderland)

The Lupin Gang (Lupin III) vs The Fellowship of the Ring (Lord of the Rings)

The Gang (It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia) vs Regina Mills, Emma Swan & Henry Mills (Once Upon a Time)

Part 17:

Torchwood Team (Torchwood) vs MANKAI Company (A3!)

Julie and the Phantoms (Julie and the Phantoms) vs Yeo Joon, Kim So-Bin & Nam Soo-Hyun (At a Distance Spring is Green)

Second Nonary Game Group (Zero Escape: 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors) vs Chosen Siblings (Pokespe/Pokemon Adventures)

The Seven Birds/IPRE/Starblaster Crew (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Boys from the Dwarf (Red Dwarf)

The Tiny Giant Duo (The BFG) vs The Greendale 7/The Study Group (Community)

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[lizzisimss]

Modern Rural Home CC List:

CC used (list below) The Summer Home in Windenburg 40 x 30 3 bed, 3 bath $260,274

Aira – https://www.patreon.com/airacc

Froggy painting

Luxury clock

Moon light

Plant 1

Tablet pc

Vanilla flower light

ATS4 - https://sims4.aroundthesims3.com/

Groceries totebag

Brazenlotus – https://www.brazenlotus.com/

SecondChance

Steezy skis

Laundry Made Essentials

charly pancakes - https://www.patreon.com/charlypancakes

The Lighthouse Collection merged

Dinna Merged

Lavish merged

M&S Constructions part 1 Merged

Miscellanea merged

Modish merged

Munch merged

Selection one merged

Smol merged

Soak merged

Felixandre – https://www.patreon.com/felixandre

Georgian set

London Exterior

London Interior

Shop the look season 1 merged

house of harlix - https://www.houseofharlix.com

Orjanic Merged

Bafroom

Baysic Merged

Harluxe Merged

Jardane Merged

Livin’Rum Merged

The Kitchen

Tiny Twavellers Merged

harrie - https://www.patreon.com/heyharrie

Brownstone Collection merged

Brutalist Collection part 1 & 2 merged

Country Collection

Octave part 1, 2, 4 & 4 merged

Porto

Shop The Look

Spoons part 1 & 3

Stockholm

Kiwisim - https://www.patreon.com/Kiwisim4

 Blockhouse

Inspired buffet

KKB – https://www.patreon.com/user?u=15789815

Citrus Room

leaf motif - https://leaf-motif.tumblr.com

2202 Magnolia Bathroom

Aubrey Office

Botanic Boudoir

Calliope Bathroom

Keller Bedroom

Little Ceramics

Old Hat

Simblreen 2021

Starlight Crystals

Stellan Dining

Sunbeam Study

Sunny Corner

Winter Village

Patron gift 1

Patron gift 2

Patron gift 4

Patron gift 5

Lilis-palace – https://www.patreon.com/lilis_palace

Folklore Set Off the Grid Living

Intarsia Wainscot Wonderland

Littlecakes – https://litttlecakes.tumblr.com/downloadspage

Twinkly lights LC

Poor Bunny

littledica - https://www.patreon.com/littledica

Rise & Grind Café merged

Eco kitchen stuff pack merged

Sleek slumber stuff pack merged

Deligracy merged cottage living update

Roman holiday merged

Deligracy delicato stuff pack

Madlen – https://www.patreon.com/madlen

Miu Lamp

Ayumu

Numi Backpack

Marvell – https://marvell-world.tumblr.com/

Nom nom line art painting

Upcycle sculpture

max 20 - https://www.patreon.com/Max20

Master bedroom pack

Child dream kit

Classic kitchen

Garden at home

Poolside lounge pack

Mechtasims - https://www.patreon.com/mechtasims

Back to school

Bathroom set

Cyber girl

Desk planner

Essential clutter conditioner

Groovy baby

Mlys – https://mlyssimblr.tumblr.com/cc-catalog

Pufferhead

my cup of cc -https://www.patreon.com/mycupofcc

ColourTalk Kitchen Merged

Avant Basic Lounge set

colourTalk kitchen merged

maple manor

fireplace bellow

Tiny Dreamers merged

myshunosun - https://www.patreon.com/myshunosun

Elle office

Luna bedroom

Mette living

Nora living

Riikka

Serene bathroom

The art room

Uma living

Arrie office

Daria bedroom

Dawn living

Dawn storage

Gale dining

Lottie

Moonwood

MXIMS – https://mxims.tumblr.com/

IKEA Barso Wall Grid B

Networksims - https://www.thesimsresource.com/members/networksims/

Crack stone brick floor

Iris tile wall

oni - https://www.patreon.com/oni28

Kitchen pegboard timer

Antique country dining

Vintage living room

peacemaker - https://peacemaker-ic.tumblr.com/TS4O...

Atwood Living

Bayside Bedroom Set

Creta Kitchen

Elsie Bedroom

Essa Kitchen

Future

Hamptons Retreat

Hinterlands Living

Hudson Bathroom

Iris Seating

Kingston Dining

Kitayama Dining

Kitayama Living

MidCentury Eclectic

Mina Kitchen

Roarsome Kids Bedroom

Rolled Rattan

Urbane Kitchen

pierisim - https://www.patreon.com/pierisim

Previous Promises

Calderone bedroom

MCM

Oak House

The office mini kit

Tidying up

Coldbrew coffeeshop

Domaine du clos

Living room mini kit

Winter Garden

Renorasims - https://www.patreon.com/renorasims

Xtreme Shower Tub

RVSN – https://ravasheen.com/downloads/

SmartsContent School Posters

ArtAttack Graffiti Murals

simplisticsims - http://simplisticsims4.com

Cottage roman curtain

Loloi contemporary rugs 1

Luxe dining plush DH

Painting indigo 2021

RHshadeB

Rhspatoilet

RPCcurtainA

Rusticlifebed

Rusticrug

sixiamcc - https://imfromsixam.tumblr.com/

Breeze of Greece

Oak & Concrete kit merged

PD-Lilla Kids Bedroom

Artiu

Artz

Charming Chalet

Forjasline

Home Basics

Home Improvement

Home Office

Hotel Bedroom

Kids room

Love for Barn Doors

Luxbath

Retro Vibes

Small Space

SpringSix Kitchen

Teen Room

SYB – https://www.patreon.com/Syboubou

Bonbon

Flashy cloud light

Galileo

Julie

Laundry

Nathalie

TaurusDesign –

Elsa KidsRoom

Clutter Cat - https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thec...

Cat milk no 2 reloaded

Mellow Mini

Petits Pirates

Busy bee

Busy bee 2

Kawaii Kidz

TUDS -https://www.patreon.com/TudTuds

2nd Wave Merged

Beam Merged

Ema Dining Room Merged

Ind Merged

Turn Living Merged

Vime Closet Merged

Wave Merged

Awingedllama – https://www.patreon.com/awingedllama

Apartment therapy inspired stuff v2 merged

Blooming Rooms Plants merged

Wondymoon – https://www.patreon.com/wondymoon

Ailuropoda painting

Greenllamas – https://www.patreon.com/greenllamas KERV

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[patheticbatman]

I don’t do this super often, but when I was 13ish I spent hours thinking about Percy and Annabeth’s future house. Idk why. And I wrote out their magical house in an iPhone note. I updated it every so often for a couple years, but as an adult I leave it alone as a monument to my childhood and my OTP.

But I just saw a really cool themed house from that home tours blog (it was pirate themed!) and wanted to share my ‘home tour’.

Please keep in mind the following was written mostly in 2014 by a young teen who made some shit up. So some of it may not be canonly possible now/never was a thing 

Percy and Annabeth's underwater cave house

Front entrance: dead tree on edge of Chase cliff. Whisper Jackson, and a slide that can take you up and down using antigravity and gravity leads to the house. You can notice tiny little jewels all over the house, enchanted for anti monster.

First level hallway: kitchen, dining room with conveyer belt leading between, gym, living room, bathroom. This is the second lowest level. The rest of the floors also have the slides to get there.

Kitchen has a large island, with lots of counters and cabinets. The walls are turquoise and everything else is chrome grey, like the fridge and such.

Dining room as a chandelier of rainbows, with a mini fountain that spurts any drink you ask for is in the middle of a ring table that could fit 16. If you give a coin, it can create an iris message. The table is silver grey wood while the wall is also turquoise.

The gym is just a mini work out area. Not decorated.

The living room is decorated with pictures of their friends. It has silvery gray walls, blue furniture, and a ten ft by ten ft tv. The dead tree actually has many minisatelites disguised as moss. They are enchanted to actually literally grow.

Third lowest level

Party room twelve guest rooms with their own bathrooms

,library.

Party room is just a blue room with food slide from the kitchen, some rables, and a disco ball with a wooden track around the large room for skating. Percy, with help from a friendly kid of Boreas, sometimes turn it into a winter wonderland in the summer.

Spare room 1

Frank n Hazels room usually, or will be when they start doing stuff. Green painted with gold furniture pretty much describes their rooms

Spare room 2

Will and nicos room usually. Black and silver furniture with gold walls

Spare room 3

Rachel's room Murals and a rainbow everywhere. Every surface is painted. Wicker/newspaper/hodgepodge furniture everywhere

Spare room 4

Piper and Jason's walls are red, and furniture is purple and pink. Actually looks nice and not too girly

Spare room 5

Calypso and Leo's room, done in red and oranges. Ps all the rooms had a small window like the ones in the hobbit

Spare room 6.

Hedge and Mellies room, with cradle. Everything is in light blues and dark greens

Spare room 7

Reyna's and future partner's room

Purple walls with gold and silver looking furniture, and 2 dog beds for aurum and argentum

The rest are kids rooms/ unplanned for when the guests have kids. They are plain. The last is a sort of playroom, with same size tv (everyone has a 2 by 3 tv in room)

Top level

Percabeth's room, future kids room(4), mrs. O'Leary's room, the offices, window room, carport, and percy and Annabeth's iwn offices

Future kids rooms are in pastel blue, yellow, green and orange

Mrs. O'Leary's room is giant, with lots of rubber yaks and other toys, and bowls filled with food and water always (they refill themselves). Done in red and silver. with special portal just for her and her owners to go out to Central Park.

Carport is just a garage that has a magical door that allows car to go through tree portel.

Lowest level

Garden and port and demigod Runaway shelter

Port is this giant cave, hidden by the mist to look like a cliff face that makes mortals just suddenly think about other things to do. It opens up to the sea, and they have this great boat called the sea owl, with eyes on the front. It also has a submarine, a small seaplane, and an elevator that goes to two portals to Olympus, and Atlantis. Has automatic spell where you have the small air bubble around you and your stuff. is painted on by enormous mural by Rachel.

Garden

Fruit trees that make all fruits (a rare tree called a cornucopia tree) lots of flowers and a gazebo. Painted and lighted to look like the outside that day. In middle there is a five-tiered fountain that sprays a rainbow. First level is made of Stygian iron, then celestial bronze, then Atlantean silver, imperial gold, and then heavenly steel that has a little dirt in it with a blue stemmed silver First Orchid. Has imported bees

Demigod safe base

A special Door that opens only to demigods and their helpers. and only let's demigods in leads you to the shelter. It has an ambrosia and nectar fountain, a water fountain that could turn to rainbows, free drachmas sent from the gods (only those in need can grab them), and ten beds with heated blankets. Small altar. Fridge full of ever re supplying food. Cabinet full of whatever medical stuff you need. Door that leads to Percabeth house, but only opens when you have permission.

#percabeth

[bookquest2024]

100 Books to Read Before I Die: Quest Order

The Lord Of The Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien

In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

The Good Soldier by Ford Madox Ford

Under The Net by Iris Murdoch

American Pastoral by Philip Roth

The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera

Animal Farm by George Orwell

Housekeeping by Marilynne Robinson

Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

Atonement by Ian McEwan

Crime And Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The Grapes Of Wrath by John Steinbeck

Midnight’s Children by Salman Rushdie

Lucky Jim by Kingsley Amis

Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut

The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway

Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison

A Passage to India by EM Forster

Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham

The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon

If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller by Italo Calvino

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

1984 by George Orwell

White Noise by Don DeLillo

The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas

The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner

The Stranger by Albert Camus

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

Oscar And Lucinda by Peter Carey

The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami

Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift

Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner

To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James

The Call of the Wild by Jack London

Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov

Beloved by Toni Morrison

Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy by John Le Carré

Austerlitz by W. G. Sebald

The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller

The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton

Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers

The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster

Ulysses by James Joyce

Scoop by Evelyn Waugh

Haroun and the Sea of Stories by Salman Rushdie

Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe

Middlemarch by George Eliot

Are You There, God? It’s me, Margaret by Judy Blume

Clarissa by Samuel Richardson

Moby-Dick by Herman Melville

The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood

Herzog by Saul Bellow

The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

Don Quixote by Miguel De Cervantes

A Bend in the River by V. S. Naipaul

A Dance to The Music of Time by Anthony Powell

The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

Go Tell It On The Mountain by James Baldwin

Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

The Rainbow by D. H. Lawrence

Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison

I, Claudius by Robert Graves

Nostromo by Joseph Conrad

The Tin Drum by Gunter Grass

Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

The Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger

Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White

Tom Jones by Henry Fielding

His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman

Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

Little Women by Louisa M Alcott

Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

Portnoy’s Complaint by Philip Roth

Watchmen by Alan Moore

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez

Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe

Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne

On the Road by Jack Kerouac

The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler

The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen

The Trial by Franz Kafka

Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston

Money by Martin Amis

David Copperfield by Charles Dickens

#quest #book list

[restlesscrybaby]

LOVE your content ahhh! (i always read it during my study breaks)

anyway, since it’s currently snowing where i live, i would love to see how jack ans his s/o would be in the snow/on a snow day!

thanks sm! <3

AHHH HOW CUTE!!

Surry if this is all messy, I'm not too familiar with snow as I've never had or even seen it in person!!

AND TYSSMM <333

~ JACK HORNER SNOW DAY HEADCANONS. ~

~ 'This welcome so nice and warm..,' ~

☆ CONTENT WARNING : None. ☆

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You and your boyfriend had been resting at home, you could hear the wind crashing into trees outside, the trees practically trying to fight back against the force of the wind. A fireplace crackled infront of you, as it had been rather cold recently.

You sat, criss-cross applesauce infront of the fire, about a foot away as you extended your arms out, your palms facing the fire, trying to warm up the best you could. The fire danced, like lovers, but emerging within itself. Little embers flew up from it, flying up out the chimney with the smog that churned out the top.

"Damn it."

You turned your head, after hearing your boyfriend cuss out at something. He stood at a window, one in the dining room. The window had a curved in area, three windows adorned three walls of the small curve. A bay window, is what they called it. The curtains on the three windows were pulled back, the simple iris fabric leaned against the walls, almost relieved to finally relax. Across the window, frost speckled the bottom of the windows, at every barrier, another flock of frost speckled the bottom of the window. He stood in the bay area, it was a clear walkway, as he wore a large, jam colored robe, the kind of robe was called a widows robe, as fur adorned the ends of the sleeves, along the opening of it. Fur coated the neckline of it, as it dipped down to the opening. Going down, it lined along the bottom of the beautiful robe. Under, that you could barely see, he wore large sweatpants, the fuzz hugged onto the fabric, while he wore a little button-up shirt, adorning beautiful blue stripes on a white fabric.

You asked him what was wrong, as he turned his head to look at you, out the corner of his eye.

"What's wrong?" He chimed, as he crossed his arms, his right hand placed upon his left upper arm, his left hand tucked under his right arms elbow. A small furrow of the brows embraced his face, before he turned his torso, now looking at you more, "What's WRONG? It's snowing, we can't even leave home! Those workers can't work now, bah!"

Ah.

That made sense.

You brought yourself to your feet, the front of your body tinged with heat from the fire you sat infront of for so long. You also wore a widows robe, but it was a beautiful Rouge tone. The fur was a gorgeous rosewood color. The same design as his.. You wore a simple sleep attire. A U-necked pearl-colored night gown, that didn't ease too much onto your cleavage, that had lace around the neck. It had lace that draped down just a tad, the sleeves eased to a bell shape, lace lining along the end hole of the sleeves. It was loose, draped over to your ankles, which had beautiful socks coating your feet.

( FOR MALE READERS, IMAGINE LIKE JACK'S BUT A DIFFERENT COLOR TOP!! )

You eased towards your boyfriend, as he turned his torso back to face the windows, his head turning as well. A sour gleam plastered his eyes, his lips pursed as though he tasted something bitter. You came up beside him, as snow trickled down from the sky. It lightly landed upon the ground, it was already very high. It must've been snowing when you guys were asleep... That's how it already got so high...

The white shimmered upon the tree branches, some falling lightly from the trees as well. It looked like a winter wonderland outside.

You snaked your hand towards Jack, easily intertwining your fingers with his the best you could, palm against palm. His head cocked towards you, a brow raised.

But, you smiled, with a big beam of radiance towards him.

"Maybe, we should see it as good?" You poked, as you easily tilted your head to the side, whilst waiting for a response from your lover boy.

He looked dumbfounded, even questioning over you even daring you suggest it as good. "Wha!?," He barked out, as his brows raised, "Good? Let's see it as good!," He mocked, a sardonic look coating his face, "How is it good. You tell me."

"Well, we get time to enjoy eachothers company without getting bothered?" You purred out, trying to ease his feels.

Wha?!

You--

...

Well, yeah, he agreed. He nodded his head, his hair swaying around as he nodded. But, he spoke up, explaining about the workers! What about the workers!! They need to work!

Of course.

You couldn't be surprised.

He made his workers work at times they really shouldn't be.

But, you leaned yourself against his arm, a head against the large bulky arm that was deemed as your loverboys. He lifted his head up, as he looked back up , out that window, out to that winter wonderland.

Bah.

What a useless kind of weather.

Well, you thought it was pretty,

He thought it was USELESS!

No need for it! What was even the purpose of it?

But, you couldn't do much, but, provide a comforting sense of entertainment until you two could leave the comfort of Jack's home.

But, what kind of entertainment could you guys provide for the other.

You shuffled quickly towards the kitchen, as you pulled your hand away from his, the locked fingers finally becoming undone. His teal irises followed his pupils, as they clicked and focused on you, following your movement as you swayed towards the large kitchen.

It was a beautiful kitchen..

Marble counter tops lined against the wall, coated in a wax that protected the precious tops of it. An island sat dead in the middle, coated in the same precious tops that were, again, covered in the protective shield of wax to keep the tops safe. Oak wood cabinets lined the bottom of the counters, but, a stainless steel sink sat dead center of a counter top, a beautiful, smaller window rested a little bit above the sink. It let light shine through, going above the sink onto the floor across from it. A rack sat beside the sink, only having a few dishes, they were also cleaned and put away quickly. A little along the side, the marble traveled until it halted upon a black stove, perfectly cleaned and no filth. He made sure to keep it in good condition. Cabinets above your head that held multiple things, cups, spices, bowls, plates, cooking supplies like vegetable oil, anything needed. Two long rods extended from the ceiling, tracing down to the stove. A kind of fan. The island had a fruit basket upon the center, decorated in fake fruit. Two stools sat at the island, with a beautiful cushion to sit upon.

You strided towards a cabinet, your hand pinching the silver handle, a gentle pull opened the door, the golden hinges creaking out. He watched.

You let go of the cabinet door, as you reached and grabbed the handle of a wine colored mug, soon pulling it out and easily setting the mug upon the counter that was below the hung up cabinet.

You let go of it, as you extended your arm once more, soon clasping the handle of another mug, but a mauve colored one, soon setting it beside the one you had already pulled out.

A brow raise climbed onto Jack's face, some searching through his mind to figure out what you were doing.

He turned away from the bay windows, as he moseys toward you, his arms pulling behind his back, bending his elbows as he approached. He asked what you were doing, as you had opened the fridge, a cool air swishing out, felt like a blizzard when in a cold storm.

You disregarded him, with a simple wave of your hand, not turning towards him as you reached into the cold box, easily clasping ahold of a handle. The handle of a milk carton. With a soft statement, you explained you were going to make some hot chocolate. Maybe, he should put on a movie?

He seemed dumbfounded, were you really going to try to just.. Brush this off?

But, you set the milk upon the counter. Your other hand reached and your fingers curled around the knob of the carton, a small twist to the side, as it let out a crack sound. The hint of how fresh it was. The pop popped off, as you set it upon the counter. You lifted up the carton, putting a hand on the opposite side of the handle to support it, as you loomed it over one of the mugs. A small tilt, and it began pouring out.

Were you serious?

But, you tilted the jug back, slipping the milk away from a that was just full enough. You loomed it over the other, as you hummed a tune you heard on the radio, tilting the carton as it spilt out into the mug.

He watched, dumbfounded.

Wha--

Were you really acting like it wasn't a big deal?

Sure, yes, time to relax and love on one another, but it just-- It--

You turned your torso, your head creaking back as you glimpsed towards him, some words slipping out your mouth, emphasizing that you guys should watch a movie, you'd make hot chocolate.

"Plus, my hot chocolate is better than yours." You conceited, a smug, roguish, smirk curled on the tips of your lips.

He gasped, a peeved sneer pulling at his face, as his brows lowered.

"Ha! Yours? Better than mine? Move out the way," He blurted, as a large hand placed itself onto your arm, shoving you to the side and out of the way, "Mine is OBVIOUSLY better than yours." He bragged, a sense of confidence rang off his voice like some kind of melody.

But, reassurance built in your chest.

You trick him so easy.

You slithered to the comforting living room, the feeling of a fuzzy carpet grazing the outside of your socks. The fire still danced, attacking the tops of the wood that was piled upon the inside. A large TV hung up on the wall, above the fireplace. A glass table laid center of the comforting room, with a simple rose bouquet inside a vase, yet the roses were dying from the cold. A chandelier dangled above your head, but you didn't wish to turn on the glass art that taunted its beauty above you. A bookshelf rested along the wall, a corner bookshelf made of jungle wood. It was filled with magic books, and one shelf was dedicated to photobooks and photos of you two. You did that. Obvi.

He liked that shelf a lot. But he wouldn't tell you.

A large couch sat right across from the fireplace, three lavender pillows placed upon the cushions of an L-shaped couch. A footrest cushion rest across one of the seats, where Jack liked to prop up his feet, and..

You couldn't mind paying anymore attention, as you sat on that couch. Your weight caused the cushion to sink down just a tad, as you looked to the side, where a jungle-wood coffee table rest its feet into the carpet. You seen the remote, as you extended a hand and clasped a hand around it.

You heard him clattering in the kitchen.

Heating up the milk upon the stove, the sounds of cocoa powder and sugar dumping into the milk, a whisk scratching the sides and bottom of a pan as he stirred and stirred.

You only listened.

He loved the art of baking.

He reigned supreme in baking pies, but, he made some extra cash on the side from selling other sweets for holidays. Such as hot chocolate.

You pressed the fiery red rubber button, that held the circle and line, symbolizing the power button for all to know.

The sounds of a bag was heard...

Your head couldn't help butnturn to watch.

He held, within his stained-thumb hand, a bag chocolate chips. The top was opened, as he lightly poured it in... He was leaned off to the side, but his back was turned to you. His other hand easily picking up something. But, when he sat upright, you heard the sounds of the whisk clambering against the pans interior, as his arm moved just slightly where you could see.

You turned away, as the TV had already turned on by now. Some show playing, some show about the 'Real Princesses of Far Far Away'. Whatever.

You moved your thumb down, pressing a button for the guide as the TV formed and changed the image. Many, many, options..

But, you seen a Christmas movie was playing after scrolling for a moment.

...

You couldn't help it.

I mean, it was close.. ( Surry I can't help it, it's my favorite holiday ^^!! )...

Well, not close. Thanksgiving JUST passed. It just turned the first of December.

You heard something splash inside the mix of sugary contents in the kitchen, as you moved your thumb down, pressing the button with the words 'select' on it.

The chime for Elf cued in, oh goody! It was the beginning of it!

The sounds of splashing sweets into a mug was heard, before more sounds were heard...

You didn't dare peek. He'd probably get upset. Some kind of big surprise.

He's very picky on what he wants and doesn't want.

But, his large footsteps approached you, his big chest puffed out as he held the two mugs, now filled with piping hot cavities.

You glimpsed towards him, as he extended a hand, gripping out your mauve mug. You extended an arm out, as you wrapped a hand around the hot exterior of the glass. You lowered it, bringing it towards your lap, your legs crossed as you sat on the comfy cushioning.

Whipped cream, peppermint sprinkles, marshmallows, even a candy cane stuck out the side. Oh my god..

He really wanted to perfect it.

Soon, he plopped down beside you. Setting his mug upon the coffee table that rested beside the couch. His feet propped up, easily he rested his heels on the foot cushion, crossing his ankle over the other.

You set the remote down, as you blew on the hot liquid, before bringing the mauve mug to your lips. You wrapped your lips around the rim of the mug, as you tilted it up, the liquid embracing your mouth in a fiery warmth, but not a bad one. It made you shiver, it helped warm you up.

You scooted yourself back, as you peered towards your lover, who had furrowed brows, a puzzled look upon his face at the strange movie you had put on for the snowy day inside.

You scooted towards him, as his arm rested on the back of the couch, his forearm dangling off of it. You eased right by his side, as a sudden swing of the head let him see you right there beside him.

You leaned your head in, as you rested it against the side of chest, where his chest met his belly.

Pssh.

He hissed at himself for daring getting frightened by you just cuddling in.

...

But, he lowered his arm off the back of the couch, wrapping it around your shoulder. His elbow at the back of your head, his arm dangling off your shoulder, hanging down near your chest.

But, he didn't say a word..

And neither would you.

And, as the wind grew meaner outside,

The snow grew colder,

And, lovers love grew stronger.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

'Look out the window, at that storm..'

~~~~~~~~~~~~

ENJOY!!

Me tried very hard <333

I blushed the entire time writing this tbh

#big jack horner #jack horner #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots #jack horner x reader #jack horner is so bbg #big jack horner x reader

[the-marshals-wife]

Thank you for the tag, @red-winters! 💕

Currently Reading: 'On Writing' by Stephen King

Favorite Color: Teal, green (forest, emerald, and olive), orange, yellow

Last Song: Iris - Jonathan Young Cover

Last Movie: The Expendables (2010)

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Sweet, savory, then spicy. I love the taste of spicy food, but I have too many stomach probs to eat most of it.

Currently working on: a handful of fics that I hope to get posted before I start my graduate thesis in 3 weeks. 😅

No pressure tags: @spinningwebsandtales @kyber-hearts @sageislostinspring @pineapple-wonderland

#i highly recommend both Jonathan Young and The Expendables btw #forever faves of mine #still working on the book but it's great so far as well [as expected] #tags #mutuals

[dexterouslycharming]

Is Rosie Midas a Monster High transfer, since her father is from Greek mythology like Cupid's dad and Deuce's mom?

So she's actually not! The rules between Monster High and Ever After High are super interesting imo and there's a lot to play with, here's my take on some of it. I firmly believe all mythos and gods of any kind/religion (greek, Roman, Indian, etc.,) all originate from Ever After due to the fact that they're considered 'stories' or 'fabrications'. Basically they were tales passed down through the generations much like modern fairy tales (whether they're true or not who knows.) However, anything seen as 'monstrous' or non-human could attend Monster High despite originating from Ever After (I also headcanon that Ever After, while canonically split up into 'Kingdoms' (as seen in Epic Winter (which btw I despise with all my soul) when looking for the roses, is made up of various other places that have specific ways to get to them (I.E Wonderland.) These places being catered to specific mythos and what not (like Mount Olympus for example is where the Greek Gods and Goddesses would be.) So, creatures like Harpys, Giants, Cyclops, etc., all are able to be in the Monster High world but originate from Ever After. It's why you see those types of monsters within Monster High (Iris whose a cyclops, Manny whose a minotaur, the one fusion girl whose part harpy, etc.)

Deuce would be considered a 'monster' due to his mother being a gorgon, (much like Viperine, his cousin!) But, because his mother is THE Medusa from Greek Mythos, he could also attend Ever After High if it was a known thing within the Monster World, he's based upon a story, not exactly a fairy tale, but a myth which were the fairy tales back in Ancient Greece, (Draculaura would technically also fit into this Category, as she's the daughter of Dracula himself and he's fictional, but she's a whole topic for another post.) My personal headcanon for Medusa (and various other creatures who originate from Ever After) is that at one point, there was a known way to get between the two 'worlds' and you could cross freely (i.e tourism) but Milton decided enough of that because it was influencing his students to embrace their freaky flaws and be who they wanted to be instead of signing the book (this is where the whole 'if you don't follow your story you'll disappear' thing comes from. Medusa left Ever After (because of the way she has been treated due to Poseidon's misdeeds not her own. What happened to Medusa WAS NOT and NEVER WILL BE her fault. She was a victim like many other women in Greek Mythos) , therefor her part in Greek Mythos hasn't been fulfilled for a long time because her son (Deuce) is in Monster High and not at Every After so he cannot sign the book.

As for C.A Cupid, hers is a little more uhm complicated to say the least. She's stated to be the adopted Daughter of Eros in Every After High, and the adopted daughter of Cupid in Monster High. This makes things a little complicated due to Eros and Cupid technically being the same entity but not at the same time. Eros is the Roman equivalent of Cupid (different from C.A Cupid herself, they're one in the same and yet the Roman versions of the gods are different from the Greek versions so various extents depending on who you're speaking about, so it's hard to decide where she would accurately belong, especially when it comes to the back that in both worlds (I use worlds lightly as I considered them different like pocket dimensions or something, I need to hammer that out) C.A Cupid is adopted. In Monster High it's stated she's an unknown being, no one quite knows where she fits categorically, though a lot of the fandom has accepted her as a bone elemental (which I can agree with, at least for her state of being in Monster High.) Here's where my explanation for Cupid comes into play, Eros/Cupid (not OUR Cupid) has an identity in both worlds, much like C.A Cupid herself. Because there is still a way to go between Monster High and Ever After (as seen by C.A Cupid using it in one of the episodes of EAH) Eros/Cupid was able to go between the two (love is needed in all places, right?) And he still is able to, but he sent C.A Cupid to Ever After so both places were covered (somehow the way they had to go between worlds was shattered (coughwonderlandcursecough) so C.A Cupid is stuck in Ever After. To get to the point here, C.A Cupid IS NOT a goddess. It's unknown what she is in both places. In Ever After she is called a cherub, while in Monster High she's a bone elemental. C.A Cupid's bow is the only thing that allows her to do Cupid/Eros's job. She doesn't have love magic herself, at least not to her knowledge or anyone else's. She's simply an unknown entity. But, because of her adoptive family and Cupid/Eros's role in both worlds (in Monster High, Cupid/Eros would be considered a love monster/emotion manipulator (kinda like a witch or a sorcerer but one who specializes in love of all kinds) C.A. Cupid is known in both Ever After and at Monster High and could at one point travel freely between them.

As for Rosie, she's considered a human. She has no monster like abilities or powers, no horns or anything that would make her considered monstrous. She's simply a human cursed to have everything she touches turn into gold. Theoretically she could attend Monster High, but she wouldn't fit into any sort of category of monster or anything. Not even the category of sorcerer or witch because she can't manipulate gold or other metals, her touch just turns stuff into gold. While I quoted Frozen in her little blurb, she and Elsa are quite different in how they would be categorized. Elsa would be considered an ice elemental, a sorceress, therefore she'd have a category and a place within the Monster World, Rosie doesn't. She can't be considered a sorceress because she can't manipulate the gold she creates. By all accounts she'd be considered a normie like Jackson.

All in all, Rosie originates from the same place Deuce and others like Iris come from, which is Ever After. Could she theoretically go to Monster High? Of course because they'd accept her for who she is (Monster High is all about acceptance after all) but she doesn't come from there! Going back to C.A Cupid for a brief moment, it's unknown where she came from because she just showed up on Eros/Cupid's doorstep one day as an infant so her origin is still lost in the universe.

Sorry for the long answer fjsjfjso I hope it all makes some kind of sense.

#eah #ever after high #Rosie Midas #C.A Cupid #Deuce Gorgon #monster high #mh #poppy chitchats #eah ocs #poppy's eah ocs

[a-earthssprout]

🎄⛄ answered asks ! // unprompted. ( always accepting ! )

@tenacquity​​ asked: "Ah—no, wait." His voice is gentle but firm, and Ryunosuke lightly tugs on the back of her shawl to keep her from diving into the winter wonderland beyond the front door. As he frees her, he scoops up two garments from a coat rack, kneels down to present them: winter bonnets lined with warm fur, one a vibrant yellow, and the other a pastel pink (really, either way, she'd be standing out). "Iris made these specially for you, you see—but which one do you want to wear today?"

IT WAS A LIGHT TUG—NOTHING TOO ROUGH, AND CERTAINLY not enough to enable any tripping or stumbling from naturally pesky feet; however, the gesture was most certainly enough to catch the little girl’s attention in spite of her eagerness. Oh yes, Ari understood that it must be her attention that Ryunosuke wanted, and she willingly gave it to him with no fuss tied to it. With little hands kept at her chest, she turned to watch as he gathered two lovely coats from their even lovelier rack, and her eyes sparkled as he presented the vibrant pieces. 

“ ooo … ” said Ari with interest. The excitement that made her little body restless only moments ago came up from her heart and seeped into her eyes. Which one … oh, now that was a hard question, for they were both so pretty and nice … ! 

There was only ONE way that Ari could decide. Her gaze lifted from the coats and met with Ryunosuke. 

“ www … which one will mr. re … ri— mr. Ry - no wear, please … ? ” Ari asked softly, “ i … is he gonna www … gonna www— gonna wear a le - llow one, or a pi … a pink one, please? ”

“ I … I wanna mmm … I wanna match with mr. Ry - no, please! ”

#tenacquity #( ❀ | answered asks! ) #( this is ari's funny way of asking: what color is your coat ;; 0 ;; #this is sooo cute Sammy i'm SCREAMING #almost as cute as these two suing someone <3 LKJGKLJGKJLG #are they gonna build a snowmaaaan? :pray: )

[trentshoe]

After reading what you and other blogs said about this situation, I was asking myself a question: paps photographed them in Portobello, and no one (normal people) who was in Portobello saw them, making a video of them, when in December, when T was in Winter Wonderland, there were video of him with girls... It's so strange... Maybe people don't know her because she is a model and people are not so much interested in fashion as football, but he is an England national team/Liverpool footballer and it's impossible that no one recognized him, and we have an high quality of photos of them on Daily Mail

P.s. Sorry for my english, but I think you can understand what i mean

yeah people take pics of him anywhere they see him and Iris isn’t unknown so it’s mad no one else has pics

[tilebass4]

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[frostbitten-princess]

Closed Starter: Puppies! (Eira/Iris)

Eira skipped along the hallway, humming a song. "Come along, sweetie!" She let the leash on the puppy swing rather freely.

The princess stopped outside the dorm room with a grin and knocked on the door, too giddy to contain herself.

"Hello, hello!" Eira giggled when it opened. "Say hello to your new friend!"

@lightup-life

#frostbitten princess; eira #winter wonderland; iris #Closed Starter: Puppies!

[corruptedbunny-multimuse]

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[sardonic-the-writer]

c!Wilbur x Reader

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━Wilbur

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━Notes: Here's a more domestic and cute one shot instead of all this spice I've been dishing out haha! Also, Beep is now my official co-author. Hi Beep! [waves]

━Song: "Walking In A Winter Wonderland" By Micheal Buble

(Y/n) loved her country.

It was a warm place filled to the brim with rolling hills. Patches of flowers would blanket it in the springtime; bringing a warm bubbly feeling to sprout in all of the L'manburgian's chests.

Yet at the same time, Winter was just as majestic as the summer. Twinkling snow banks and bright smiles filled the crisp air as sun hats were shed and fluffy jackets emerged from the back of closets. It's safe to say that there was never a sad moment in the newfoundland.

But the place wasn't only pretty in the sense of its landscape. The city itself was surrounded by a shroud of alluring mystery; bringing joy and curiosity in its wake. Myths and fantasy figures roamed the legends of L'manburg and its people. Most of the thousand year old tales ended up as a children's bedtime story or fun jokes to tell in the pub at night. Only a few still believed in the ancient figurehead that played the stars of these legends.

But after all, isn't believing all it comes down to?

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The walk from (Y/n)'s home to L'manburg was a short one, only passing a building or two, but something always managed to go wrong. Whether it be a cat scratches her or she spills her drink, every day, without fail, her day is messed up.

The days where the incidents were smaller (say, only a scraped knee or two) always managed to be the ones she knew would be good. I mean, being the president of L'manburg meant you wanted a lot of good days, which unfortunately were rare for (Y/n).

One day however, during the middle of December, (Y/n) woke up to snow. Now- living near L'manburg where things tended to be warmer, the snow they got was usually just slosh or an ashy colored powder substance. So actual, white and fluffy snow was a shock.

It had prompted the young woman to hop out of her bed as soon as possible to throw on a warm jacket, some pants instead of her sleep shorts, and a long decorated scarf. (The scarf had been a present from one of her cabinet members and good friends- Quackity)

She was meant to have a meeting with Eret over some secret they wanted to tell her this morning, but it was snowing!! (Y/n) was sure Eret would understand their excitement; along with the need to skip out on a conference.

And so the snow day began.

(Y/n) ran outside, positively laughing in excitement at the cold weather. This would be her first time seeing snow in years. She laughed and ran to go find Tommy and Tubbo, the kids who were a part of L'manburg under her command.

Nearly everyone knew the special bond (Y/n) and those boys had. It was similar to the relationship a sister had with their younger brothers.

(Y/n) was constantly seen standing up for the two inside and out of her office position. And vice versa- though Tommy tried to hide his affectionate displays more than Tubbo.

But back to (Y/n).

While trying to run over to Tubbo's house, a cold gust of wind blew through (Y/n), and she stopped to shiver for a moment. Looking around at the trees, it seemed like the wind only affected her. She let out a shrug, stranger things have happened in this server after all, and continued to her destination, this time walking.

It wasn't long however before she came across a particularly gleaming patch of snow and stopped to look at it.

(Y/n) liked to stop and admire things. Huge leaves she saw on the ground? She'd pick them up and put them in her bag to take home and press in between the pages of thick books. A patch of flowers on a clear day? She would lay down in the colorful plants and stare at the sky for hours. And snow? Which she hadn't seen in years? Of course she would admire it.

Crouching down to stare at the snow, she smiled gently. The white gleam reflected in her (e/c) eyes, causing a lighter aesthetic of her iris's to be born in the light of day.

But she moved on from staring at the substance when a particularly big snowflake got in her eye. Wincing at the uncomfortable feeling, she stood up to keep walking, when the ground seemed to freeze beneath her like it was done on purpose.

(Y/n) let out a short yell, something that came out as more of a pathetic squeak. The sound ended abruptly when she landed in the snow, the breath getting sucked clear out of her lungs by an invisible vacuum cleaner.

(Y/n) groaned like the zombies that would surround her cabin at night. Instead of trying to get up again she just laid there and felt the ice continuously get the back of her jacket wet. She slowly closed her eyes in annoyance, but they snapped open when the woman heard laughter.

They lifted her head roughly to see a man standing just feet away from her in a cream-colored jacket with a matching beanie.

He had an infectious smile that (Y/n) would have mirrored back at him if she wasn't so pissed. Cinnamon brown curls fell in cute little ringlets that framed his glasses on the bridge of his long nose. Along with incredibly attractive features, he had a voice like smooth chocolate being drizzled on a strawberry.

(Y/n) hopped up from the ground, shaking off the snow on her back. Her eyebrows were furrowed in embarrassment and anger as she stomped over to the laughing stranger.

"Hey! Why are you laughing, you prick?" She shoved a finger in his chest, and gasped when her hand went straight through him.

"What the-?!" She started, but her voice died when the man disappeared, a small poof of snowflakes and the memory of his laughter all that he left behind. (Y/n) stood there, bringing her hand to her head.

"I think the cold's getting to me.." She said incredulously. While looking down at her finger, which was tingling from the feeling of being pushed through that guy's chest, (Y/n) attempted to shake her head as a means to clear her thoughts.

With a confused sound and one more glance around her, (Y/n) continued walking. (This time being a lot more cautious about lone ice puddles that they could slip on.)

Finally, after 3 more minutes of careful walking, Tubbo's house appeared in her vision. She sighed in relief, surely nothing could go wrong so close to his-

A snowball hit her straight in the face.

The feeling of an icy layer of unexpected cold exploded onto her warm face. Some of the soft substance has already started to melt as soon as it broke apart on her warm skin from the temperature change. Tiny droppers dripped down her face and into the back of her hood, causing her to involuntarily shiver.

(Y/n) took a step backwards to stabilize herself after the attack, already starting her yelling.

"Tommy, you absolute ass! Get over here so I can beat the shit out of you!" She finally got the snow off of her face, and looked around to find the blonde brat who she assumed was the one to hit her. While Tubbo probably would as well to other people, he wouldn't dare hit (Y/n). He was intimidated by the president of the country he served for.

As (Y/n) looked around, neither of the boys could be seen. "Uhhh.." She said slowly, confused. Then she yelped loudly when a pair of (VERY cold) hands covered her eyes.

"Guess who?" An amused voice rang out from behind her in a sing-song manner. (Y/n) immediately went on attack mode from the intrusion of her personal space. Her muscles tensed up with anticipation and started to prepare for the worst.

"I swear if you're Dream I'm gonna kick you in the dick so hard-" She said, ready to pounce. This seemed like the type of condescending shit the green manipulator would do after all.

And then the hands pulled her closer to whoever was holding her. (Y/n)'s back hit the chest of a very tall person with soft clothing.

"Wrong!" The presence whispered in her ear breathily. (Y/n), surprisingly, wasn't as angry as she thought she would be as soon as they said that. The aura the person emitted was playful. They obviously didn't mean any harm but also wanted to just have some fun.

So, they decided to play along for a second. Humor the new fellow to make up for yelling at them a second ago.

"Hm, I dunno then. Sapnap's not british, George is either asleep or too much of a scaredy cat to do this, and nobody from my country is brave enough to pull this because they know how scary I can be when threatened." She deducted with a tired sigh.

"Well, aren't you quite the detective!" The melodious voice laughed yet again. not phased in the slightest by the mild threat. "And you're right! I don't think you know me! At least, you know that it's me." His words were starting to give (Y/n) a headache. She grabbed his hands faster than he could react and turned around just as fast. She then became face-to-face with the same male as earlier.

He was beaming down at her with a boyish smile that contrasted with his grown up features. In the time that (Y/n) had last had the pleasure of seeing him, some small snowflakes accumulated on the top of his long eyelashes.

"So who are you?" (Y/n) asked immediately, a proud smile on her face from catching the guy.

In response to her question, he craned his head to look down at her with a sly smile. A glimmer of jubilation passed in his eyes when (Y/n) looked into them for more than a second.

"My name," He said, adjusting his hand so he could easily kiss the back of hers. "Is Wilbur. Wilbur Frost."

It took a second of quiet heart beats before his word sunk into the president's brain.

But then (Y/n) started laughing. She pulled her hand away from his soft lips as the sounds of humor spilled for her mouth, causing Wilbur to frown slightly. He crossed his arms, successfully wrinkling his outfit, and pouted like a child as (Y/n) continued to wheeze.

"So what, you're pretending to be some kind of Jack Frost copycat? I mean, my mom told me about him when I was younger, but I always assumed it was a fairytale." She chortled with a teasing tone. Puffs of visible breath accumulated in the air between the two of them. Each had to peer through the fog to see the other properly at this point with how much (Y/n) was laughing.

The man in front of her didn't seem to enjoy how she wasn't taking him seriously.

Wilbur suddenly leaned in, so close he could easily kiss her. His nose danced delicately across her cold skin with a buzz. (Y/n) sucked in a sharp breath at the notion; successfully dispelling any more fog from leaving her mouth. She nearly tumbled back and hoped that her cheeks weren't as red as they felt. Or that Wilbur assumed the red hue was from the cold.

"Oh darling," He tutted. "Jack Frost isn't real! While he's just a children's story-" He looked down at her, a smirk on his face. It seemed that (Y/n) stunned reaction to his moves had helped him to regain his cockiness.

"-I'm the real thing, love." Wilbur smiled cheekily as he booped the woman on the tip of her rosy nose. And then he disappeared once more in a flurry of snowflakes that left a chill over the girl's body similar to when her finger had gone through his chest.

(Y/n) slowly brought her hand up to gently touch the part of her nose that he had touched. With wide eyes and dozens of questions buzzing around her head, she completely missed the sound of a door from the house behind her being opened.

"(Y/nnnn)!!" Tommy's familiar voice rang out. "Why are you standing there like a weirdo!?" He yelled. (Y/n) turned around, smiling warmly at the boys despite the chill she felt from the encounter.

"Hey guys! Sorry, I got distracted, you know how I am!" She said with a breezy tone, hoping she didn't look as flustered as she felt. After a strange look from Tubbo, he overall shrugged and accepted (Y/n)'s excuse with a smile.

Tubbo rushed over and handed her some hot chocolate, to which she thanked him for and followed the boys inside. She couldn't help but feel like she was still being watched, though..

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The trio was exhausted.

In the past few hours of yelling, either to or from Tommy, they all had managed to wear themself out. Tubbo was slumped over the back of the couch fast asleep, Tommy was.. nowhere to be found, (presumably holed up in his room doing God knows what though) and (Y/n) was leaning against the kitchen counter trying not to sleep standing up. She still had to look for the louder gremlin, and so they regretfully started hauling ass around the warm abode.

However she was confused to find after a few minutes of fruitless searching for the blonde boy, that he wasn't anywhere inside.

(Y/n) made another round around the house. This time her worry had woken her up just a tad bit more. It was to the point now that she had started to look in trash cans for the boy. A product of being tired and frantic I would assume.

"Tommy?" She called meekly after she checked outside for the first time. She had put her jacket back on but decided not to go through the trouble of putting back on her scarf.

The weather was a harsh change from the formerly warm environment that (Y/n) had been standing in. She wasn't sure if she liked the change or not, but at the moment her mind was a bit more preoccupied with bigger issues.

"Tommy? Dude, it's colder out here than my ex-girlfriend is towards me, come inside!" She started yelling. She knew the boy liked to hide and scare her sometimes, but this was taking it a bit far. (Y/n) was about to head back inside when she heard a familiar voice.

More specifically two familiar voices...

Oh, she was gonna kick their ass's so hard-

(Y/n) trudged in the direction of the loud conversation that was ongoing. Snow flew up from behind her steps in the product of such a powerful stride. She passed a stray pine tree or two until coming up on two figures. Both of them she had become familiar with; one more regrettably than the other.

"It's just a bit of fun!" The prick from earlier tried to reason with a smile, but Tommy was obviously having none of that. It appeared that Wilbur was trying to con Tommy into doing something, based on the unsure look on the teens face and the mischievous one on Frost's.

"(Y/n)'s gonna kill me though!" Tommy whined. Neither of them realized that she was standing just a little bit away from them. At least, not until she cleared her throat with a glare.

"She won't if she doesn't find yo- Oh, she found you." Wilbur stopped mid-sentence. Tommy slowly turned around, panic in his eyes.

"Hey, buddy!" He laughed nervously. Putting his hands up in mock surrender as (Y/n) came closer, Tommy cursed out Wilbur in his mind for somehow convincing him to come outside.

"Tomathy Minecraft!" (Y/n) hisses and grabs his ear like an angry mother would. "Stop talking to strangers this late!" She shouted, although it was only around 6pm. Tommy attempted to say something but (Y/n) shut him up with a single look.

"Now go inside and wait for me to get back!" She whacked the back of his head as he walked away, a promise for the scolding he'll get later. Then she turned to Wilbur.

Steam was practically coming out of her ears as Wilbur toothily smiled down at her. In the time that (Y/n) had taken to scold her younger friend, he had floated a little bit off the ground and was now sitting with his legs folded. He rested his cheek in the palm of his hand, looking at (Y/n) with half lidded eyes and a lovestruck smile as the angry girl rounded on him.

"And you! What did you mean 'She won't kill you if she doesn't find you'?! What were you planning on-" She stops as another snowball hits her in the face.

Small sparkles of blue emit from the snow for just a split second before they disappear, and suddenly (Y/n) didn't feel so angry. A wave of calm washed over her; then another. It was like a lullaby had squashed her anger until she couldn't even remember why she was mad. It was just a bit of fun after all!

"Oh, I.. Sorry about that!" (Y/n) laughs. She scratched her head with a sheepish grin, avoiding eye contact with Wilbur as his smile grew.

(Y/n) had the sudden urge to get as close as possible to this man. To know about him, make him laugh...

Shaking her head violently with a blush, (Y/n) hoped Wilbur didn't notice her staring at him.

(He did)

"Anyways, how does Tommy know you?" She asked, taking the time to absorb the man's looks. He was pretty attractive and seemed to be her age, but this guy was basically Jack Frost so who knew?

"Oh, I've known Tommy since he was a little baby! I'm practically his older brother! But don't tell him I said that, it'll go to his head." Wilbur laughs. "Hey, wanna see something cool?" He asked her, excited.

"Sure!" (Y/n) matched his energy, practically bouncing on her toes with a grin. Whatever was in that snowball made her feel that childish wonder she seemed to lose when the war started.

Wilbur grabbed her hand, she flinched from the sudden coldness of them, but he paid her no mind and started dragging her to wherever he had in mind.

"Tommy's still waiting y'know-"

"Yeah but this is so much better than the annoying child!" Will shouted before doing something that caught (Y/n) completely off guard.

He shot up into the sky. Flying.

"What the shit?!" Y/n yelled, grabbing onto Wilbur with all the strength she had. Will just laughed, obviously used to this by now, and started flying over the SMP.

"You're doing a pretty good job for your first time, you know." Wilbur said in the middle of their flight session while looking down at her softly. If (Y/n) wasn't feeling some of that leftover joy from those tiny blue sparkles, she would have cussed him out by now. But how could she be mad at that face?

"I'm supposed to make sure people have fun and stuff, but you make sure those boys stay in check. Thanks for watching over Tommy, too. Lord knows his reckless self needs watching over." Will sighed. It looked like he had aged ten years with that last sentence. (Y/n) features softened and she almost forgot that she was currently hundreds of feet off the ground.

It seemed like he really loved her boys.

Finally, they started to descend a little. (Y/n) looked down to see that Wilbur was hovering over the edge of the side of a mountain. On it was a small rock that looked perfect for sitting.

When her feet touched the ground, the first thing (Y/n) did was let out a little breath of relief. Wilbur chuckled as she did so, putting his hand on the small of her back to guide her over to the rock she had observed seconds ago.

They both sat down in silence. A peaceful, blissful silence (Y/n) hadnt had the pleasure of enjoying since her ascendance into office.

"This is my favorite spot to watch the sun set." Wilbur whispered after a moment, referring to the golden orb of light setting into the hills after a long day. (Y/n) took note of how soft Wilbur's voice had gotten.

She reached over and grabbed his hand, brushing her thumb over his own without taking her eyes off the sunset. Unbenownce to her, the winter spirit flushed a bright crimson red and let a smitten smile take over his face lovingly.

(Y/n) and Will sat there for a few more minutes, watching the sun go down in quiet peace. After that it was a simple return trip. Wilbur helped her back to Tubbo's house the way they had come, saying how he had to get going with a small smile.

(Y/n) waved him a goodbye as soon as he had dropped her on the doorstep of the house, wishing him a merry Christmas and all that. Will just gave her a small salute and a smile that practically told her without words that he didn't want to leave before disappearing into the snow again.

(Y/n) made her way back inside, shedding her coat again and making her way to the living room. Tommy sat up, eyes wide.

"(Y/n)! You were gone for soooo long." He whined, using the annoying voice he knew (Y/n) hated. She just yawned and sat down next to him, staring out the window.

"I'm too tired to deal with you." She said, shooing him away. Tommy almost started yelling at her until he saw Tubbo sleeping peacefully on the other couch and decided not to. Instead he opted for huffing sassily and sinking back into the other side of their shared couch.

As (Y/n) started to drift off due to the comfortable atmosphere, she saw tiny white specks falling from the sky outside the window. She smiled gently, thanking Wilbur in her head. As the window continued to fog up, a small heart appeared in the window as if drawn by a slender finger.

It seemed like maybe her bad luck was changing thanks to this idiot.

This is the longest chapter I've done in a while and I love it so much <33

Sorry for any typos! I dont really feel like editing almost over 4,000 words right now, so I'll get to that later. Please dont comment jokes about my typos either please. It makes me self concious :(

So much fluff; this chapter is the definition of skinny love I swear. (Look it up!)

Hope you enjoy and only six more days till Christmas! Hope you have a great holiday :D

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