#festive fun

[auroramirage]

As Christmas draws ever closer, I thought we could have a bit of festive fun today, so how about we play a lil game....

Using the preface 'Winter' - use Pinterest to show me;

❄️ Your bias

❄️ Getaway

❄️ Activity

❄️ Drink

❄️ Bed

Tagging @pixie-felix @c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s @diamondheartyux @daeteez @sam-staytiny888

Looking forward to seeing your seasonal shenanigans 😘

[denesmera]

The Midwinter Market Mystery

I wrote this last year as a thank you to the little BG3 Writers discord server for being such lovely people 🥰 (They still are - as are many, many, many, many more of the people I've met in this community 💜) So I thought I'd give it a dusting down this year - It's had a bit of an edit (no plot changes, just some cleaning up) and I took a few picture to go with it. Thanks to @tynithia and @amischiefofmice for letting me use Ellie and their version of Astarion. And a few cameos, including @mellybaggins @spacesunderstairs @ballofbitter @amoremagnificentbastard @deadly-diminuendo (but I had no name for your 'Tav' so I had to be creative) .

A small snippet from Chapter 1

‘Sorry, did I hear someone ask about the hero of Baldur’s Gate?’  A tall elf approached them, her long white-blonde hair tied back in a braid and slung over one shoulder. A long scar ran over her nose and right cheek, and she peered at him intently, furrowing her brow as he scowled at her and hissed. Really, he wished all these strange people would stop leering at him. This new elf was accompanied by a wolf, currently showing great interest in a sausage being eaten by a half-orc at the next table.

‘I’m Tav. I'm… well, I suppose I'm a hero of Baldur’s Gate,’ she said. ‘Hello Astarion.’

‘I am NOT your Astarion.’ He waggled a finger at her. ‘Evidently not.’ 'Tav' raised an eyebrow and cast a glance over his clothing. ‘My friend Astarion is much better dressed.’ Well! How dare she! What was wrong with his outfit? Wait, he'd been trancing. He wasn't wearing his night attire was he? He looked down, horrified. But no, he was wearing an outfit that he might have chosen himself. Simple, elegant and appropriate for the occasion. He huffs indignantly. Of all the...  Another elf appeared at the makeshift table;brown hair so dark it was almost black. 'I'm Morwen.' She nodded, then scanned her startling blue eyes along the small group with an air of quiet confidence, before spotting Astarion, where they softened. ‘Actually, I’m a hero of Baldur’s Gate. And Astarion is my lover.' She paused. 'One of them anyway,’ she added with a mischievous glint. She takes a step closer to him. Astarion hissed again. ‘Madam. Do you mind? I've never met you in my life.’ 'Morwen' examines him closely. He narrows his eyes back at her. No. Not familiar at all. Should he stick his tongue out at her? But before he could make a final decision on that pleasure, another, louder voice piped up. ‘I’m a hero of Baldur’s Gate. And so’s my sister, Diana. She’s Astarion’s lover.’ Ye gods. How many of them were there?

[spotsandsocks]

Oh hi!

For my wintery ask to you, I'm sending 🎅🏽 and marshmallow. :)

Hellooooo! Thanks for sending a stocking ask. One ficlet for marshmallow. 570 words . Hope you like it 😊

His phone is ringing which considering the time is enough to make Buck’s heart rate spike. It’s way past the acceptable time for calling without an important reason. Grabbing his phone and seeing Maddies face and name lit u does nothing to calm him down. It’s way past eleven. What's happened?

He answers the phone intent on finding out “what’s wrong?”

“Elves! Stupid things. I hate them.”

It’s not anything close to what he was expecting. At least it’s not an emergency or a disaster which considering thier lives is more than possible.”

“Ok and why do we hate elves at” he checks the time “11.23 at night?”

“Because I forgot about them tonight and Howie’s on an extra shift tonight and I have not idea what to do with the damn things! I need help! You're my help!”

Maddie sounds at the end of her tether, hardly surprising the holidays are stressful, there’s a lot to do and the elves are, he knows from Chimney a major source of stress. He makes a mental note to not start any elf shenanigans when he has kids,

‘“Ok… what have you done already?”

“Everything! Stupid things, maybe they can have an accident tonight…”

“Maybe not, let’s not traumatise Jee ok Mads.”

“They deserve it, they could get locked out or get flushed down the toilet, the oven…”

“Maddie!” He stops her, almost shocked at the level of homicidal rage she has towards the naughty Christmas elves Jee loves to see every morning. “Flour footprints?”

“Basic, did it week one.”

“Drawing on the fruit?

“Done it.”

“Using the pans as drums?”

“Fun but done it.”

“Playing cards?”

“Boring!”

“Top of Christmas tree? Melted ice cream? Stuck to the ceiling? Grated carrot?”

“Buck, you’re meant to be helping me. I’ve done all that, it’s almost Christmas Eve, I’ve got to get creative now!”

Ok… um what have you got in the cupboards?

Almost at once he can hear cupboard doors opening and closing.

“There’s nothing useful! What am I going to do?”

“We’ll think of something, don’t worry.”

With his sister calling out things from her cupboards he tries to think of Christmasy things. Cookies, mistletoe, snow, stockings, trees, presents, baubles… one of his ideas comes back to him; snow.

“Maddie, you got any marshmallows?”

“Umm… yeah, why?”

“Big ones or small?”

“Both.”

Hoping this idea goes down better than the others he takes a breath.

“Ok, build a snowhouse out of the big ones and then use the others for snow and make a snow angel shape with the elf.”

He waits hopefully. There’s silence on the other end of the phone, then a sigh of relief followed by his sister's voice.

“That’s brilliant. Buck you’re a genius! I love you.”

Then she hangs up. About 15 minutes later he gets a picture of the elves doing exactly what he suggested, it looks good if he does say so himself.

Maddie sends a text that says thank you and heart emojis that make him smile.

The next one she sends doesn’t. It says; great job tonight so you can help again tomorrow.

Looks like Maddie’s elf problem is his too now, but then what’s family for if not to put mischievous elves into situations together. He opens a new browser page on his phone and types ‘elf on a shelf ideas’… who needs sleep when there are nieces to keep happy.

[krumpkin]

This reminds me of Reservoir Dogs 🤔

[wolfboy88]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Liam gives Theo a humorous gift that quickly turns flirtatious

Thiam - MM - 1k words - Mature

tagging @huastuff as this little oneshot was inspired by one of your posts about Liam gifting Theo a twerking Santa and Theo mimics it. 

[girl-next-door-writes]

Okay. I’m feeling festive and my fingers have been itching to write.

This week I will be dropping some HC Alphabets on you all (starting with Mycroft, because, of course), but I want to throw an idea out into the void.

If you are yearning for a little festive something, feel free to hit me up with a character and a Christmas song. Let’s see what I’ve got in the tank.

It does have to be one of my boys though, so if you’re not sure then please check out my Master List (found in my bio) to double check.

[ozmosis1337]

merry christmas