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“Huggy! Kissy! Look at the dress my Sissy made for me! Isn’t it cute! It’s so soft and Fluffy! I love it so much! What do you think?!”

Too precious for this world!!!

Christmas is just around the corner, and I was wanting to make a Christmas drawing special, but it might be a little after Christmas because I have to help my family decorate and family will be over for the holidays. Happy holidays! Merry Christmas! And happy New Years! Thank you all for liking and following me! Love you all! 💕😊💕

(Very late Christmas Special drawing)

Last artwork of the year!

I wanted to finish this sooner, but my motivation crashed halfway through. The new year is almost here, and I have to say, I'm glad I joined Tumblr and this fandom!

Happy New Year Everyone! I'll see you in 2025!

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TV Shoutout: Black Mirror

Honestly, I originally intended to write this TV Shoutout in time for the Christmas Special, but I foolishly thought that it airs on the 25th instead of the 16th. But that's okay, because now I can tell you that the special was full of usual Black Mirror greatness. And here it is about the show:

What it is about: Black Mirror is a British dystopian anthology miniseries. The stories for each episode varies but the running theme is humanity and technology, usually set in an imagined 5-or-10-minutes-into-the-future. And for lack of better word, Black Mirror is exactly what the title suggests: our dark reflection of who we are as human being.

Or in shorter words, it's The Twilight Zone for today.

Why you should watch it: Because it is a brilliant satire. It is scifi-esque, but definitely everyone can enjoy it because most times the technologies are incorporated seamlessly into its world, just like ours. In it's heart, Black Mirror is less about flashy gadgets and more about social commentary. What it's not though, is safe or comforting, in the way that some art should not be. It is intended to be shocking and eye-opening. I doubtlessly would not recommend a few episodes (like The National Anthem) for the faint of heart, but it is absolutely worth it. Black Mirror is lovely and funny at times (Charlie Brooker the creator actually did award-winning comedy work), but equally terrifying and heartbreaking, in the best way. Most people who've watched it agree that Black Mirror is one of the best TV series they've encountered, and for good reason. If that does not convince you yet there are more trivial reasons, like the fact that it is beautiful to look at and beautifully directed, and it features familiar brilliant actors from Mad Men, Captain America, Game Of Thrones, etc.

Who should watch it: Those who like great storytelling, sci-fi or not. Those who thought that there's something missing in today's television and demand "more" from their entertainment. Those who think that underneath the flashy and happy exterior, the world is dark and full of terrors. And whether it sounds like Black Mirror is your thing or not, I wholeheartedly encourage you to at least try to watch one of the episodes, because otherwise you might miss one of the masterpieces of modern TV.

Where you should start: It is an anthology (a collection of short stories), so basically you can start at any episode because each episode is self-standing. But if you're squeamish or less tolerable for more "racy" stuff, I do advice you against The National Anthem (season 1 episode 1) at least until you get the hang of the show.

Status: Black Mirror had 2 full seasons (each had 3 episodes) and one Christmas Special (listed as season 3). A full season might be coming in 2015.

Lastly, if I had not succeeded in explaining what Black Mirror is all about, Charlie Brooker the creator/writer might. Here he is talking about the concept and the meaning of Black Mirror:

"MERRY CHRISTMAS"

Merry Christmas alphas!!

Remeber this isnt canon to the actual story but i wanted to post for Christmas! I wont post any other chapters till 2025 maybe mid January so i can catch up on school.

Kenma x GN reader!

Have fun reading!

(LITTLE DISCLAIMER: WHEN AKIRA IS MENTIONED SHE'S AN OC WHOSE NAME I STOLE FOR MY BLOG IT IS NOT A SELF INSERT I SWEAR 🙏🙏 ALSO THIS IS LIKE EITHER A ONE TOME THING OR MORE. ILL BRING THESE OCS BACK FOR SPECIALS OR THE EPILOUGE AND BONUS CHAPTERS)

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"IT'S FALLING APART!"

Kuroo screamed as Lia tried to keep their house up. "Hah! Our house is amazing!" You said with a grin and held up a hand for Kenma to high five you. He hummed and gave you a highfive. "How much time left?" He asked Tobio who was holding a timer. "Um.. 5 minutes left. Stop eating the icing!" He said before grabbing his boyfriend's hand away from the icing.

"Only five?!" Kuroo said exasperated as Lia yelled at him to keep the house up while she decorated. "And that's time!" Tobio said still holding Shoyo back from eating the icing. You and Kenma snickered at Kuroo and Lia's poor excuse of a gingerbread house. "Wow... It's so... um-" Tobio started before Shoyo interrupted him. "Does it taste good? It better." He said looking at both houses.

Your and Kenma's house did look more delicious than Lia and Kuroo's house. "I mean... Kenma and Y/n win based on looks. Isn't that the whole point of the competition?" Tobio asked looking at the houses as Shoyo nodded. "I think we should base it on taste too." Shoyo added with a firm nod.

"Your fat ass just wants to eat the houses." Tobio said with rolled eyes. "I think we win guys. And you know what? Who's gonna clean? Not it!" You say putting you finger on your nose. A chorus of 'Not it''s filed the room but one. Shoyo. Why? He was eating the gingerbread house. "You fatass!" Tobio yelled at him hitting his head.

"Well he cleans up! Bye Tobio!" You say taking Kenma's hand and leaving the kitchen. Kuroo and Lia followed after. Tobio stayed to help his boyfriend.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

SEE YOU ALL IN 2025!!

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Is it weird that I’m more excited for the ghost Christmas special than I am for Christmas?

I feel like seeing spoilers would make me temporarily happy than just immediately depressed, it’s gonna be so sad once it’s all over :(

Before the Anger- episode 41, "Strange Tradition"

Papyrus is thinking of the other meaning of "holiday", which usually means "weekend".

Not to get too personal, but I modeled this episode after my own childhood, and while I was drawing this it actually made me emotional. Me and my siblings would search for trash and give it to each other for a makeshift "Christmas" (I'm not religious, so I wasn't celebrating anything.) I relate to these little skeleton boys more than I should lol

On a positive note, this is the first episode exclusively featuring Sans and Papyrus!

Anyway, now we can get back to that egregious cliffhanger (I'm still sorry, that's just how the schedule panned out)

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I watched the Christmas special of He-Man and She-Ra today. It made me so incredibly happy to see the characters in all their old drawing styled glory, hear their classic theme music, and watch them fight off Skeletor, Hordak, and their forces. It truely woke up my inner child and made my day so much better.

ALSO I have never been so happy to see Catra and Adora on opposite sides of the battle field (as enemies BECAUSE THAT'S HOW THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE. I FRIGGIN HATE NETFLIX FOR WHAT THEY DID)

Got preoccupied with making jelly nougat for the holidayz and now Im here to scream and shout and let it all out ABOUT THIS. Im holding santa captive and making him listen!!!! (That's what he gets for breaking into MY house and eating MY cookies!!!) MERRY XMAS as in X marks the spot because I dug up the most fun episode EVER! WOW! Buried treasure more like buried PRESENTS! SILVER & GOLD SILVER & GOLD (from rudolph the red nosed reindeer). I HELPED WRITE THIS EP W MEG. HAD A BLAST. Thank u kingmaker histories nation for letting me contribute some evil especially around the holiday szn. What's YET TO COME!??!?! Well you have to listen to the ep to find out. Or ask the ghost of Xmas Yet To Come (but he's on vacay right now).

Transcript Link

The gang makes a friend.

Content Warning: discussed and implied animal abuse, gore (41:07-41:24)

—santa baby

A/N: Another Coriolanus Fic, I know, im obsessed. But I'm still in love with him. Christmas special, and the votes were counted, and the winning side was smut, not surprised though. I wanted smut too!

WARNING: fingering, creampies, virginity loss, p in v, teasing, groping, breeding kink, oral sex (male receiving), cum eating.

PAIRING: Young! Coriolanus x virgin!reader

WORD COUNTER: 2.1k

You enjoyed the holidays, the festive decorations, and the lovely atmosphere of the holiday, it filled you with much peace and joy throughout the month. But this month was your favorite, Christmas is a day that you get to gift people, and though people coup up in the Capitol, you were spoiled with many gifts from your parents and others, but you especially liked to gift people with your own expensive, spoiling others made you feel happy, enthralled even. Surprising from someone of your caliber to say.

You especially liked to gift your loved ones, your mother, father, siblings, and especially your beloved, Coriolanus Snow. You were in distress about what to gift him for this especially holiday, though you knew he always got something to satisfy your craving for luxury. You didn't know at all, even trying to talk to Tigris about what Coriolanus always wanted, she, herself didn't have an answer for this difficult question. A thought bloomed in your mind, though of the four years of marriage you shared with Coriolanus, you never ever had a sexual encounter with him. Was gifting him your virginity too scandalous, but you didn't know anything else that would do it for him, he did have everything a man wished for,

What would a president of Panem want for Christmas, you sat down and read through catalogs and catalogs of magazines to get you an idea of what to do. You knew Coriolanus adored having you wearing lingerie, especially the lacy ones that showed skin, you felt queasy at the idea, your cheek getting hotter by the second, pursing your lips together, but there wasn't any other way...right?

Your idea was to make a special set of lingerie for you to wear for Coriolanus, you wanted something that would match his signature red suit. Something lacy, with ribbons and cute little bows. You manage to get a tailor that would set up the special lingerie collection. Attending the fitting was hard, especially with Coriolanus wanting to know where you are every second, can't have Panem's prized jewel going missing?

You had a bunch of peacekeepers guarding your every move, walking into the tailor shop and out, even going inside. It was hard to keep this secret hidden from Coriolanus, especially with the loyal guards who reported your every move. But you manage to keep the secret, even making the tailor meet you in a secluded area of the shop to get the measurements.

But in the end, it was able to be complete, the dainty luxurious fabric into a piece of lingerie fitted for your delicate curves, it was a babydoll delicate, with stockings with matching bows on the top of the seams. It was perfect, you hoped that would enjoy that gift, but some part of you doubted. Days after days passed, and it was the prized day, the day you were ready for.

You snuck out of your shared chambers, your plan was to surprise him, writing down a little note and leaving it by his side. Taking out the box with the special garments inside the parcel, sliding on the red delicate lingerie, and mesh tights. Wrapping yourself with a red ribbon, tying your hands together, tightening it with your teeth. Carefully getting into the medium-sized box, you were almost done until you heard footsteps through the hallways, and quickly put the box top on. Your heart rate increases, and you feel your palm getting sweaty...

Hearing Coriolanus's voices through the box, closing your mouth shut. You didn't want to spoil his precious gift, hoping he would at least be satisfied with the surprising gift, crossing your fingers in hope.

Coriolanus called out for you, realizing that you were beside him when he woke up. He knew you enjoy the holidays and this one in general, as he stepped out into the living, there was already a gift he planned to present to you, but looking at the strange box, it was red with a silver ribbon, and was slightly moving. He cocked his eyebrows at the scene, cautiously walking towards the present.

His hands reach for the box and open it, your frame being revealed to him, your eyes making contact with his. "So, this is where you were, my dove," He said, chuckling at your struggling form, "Merry Christmas, Corio" You gave him a shy smile, but you should have seen how you looked in Coriolanus' perspective, the red ribbon wrapping around your body, and near your chest area squeezing against your breast, awaiting to spill out of their confinements. Flickering your eyes away from him, feeling Coriolanus grabbing you out the box shocking you. The red ribbons still confine to your body, as he bridal carried you, "So, this why you were so distinct from me, trying to make this little gift" he smirked, your eyes hestitiately looking away from his bright blue eyes.

His footsteps carry you to your shared chambers, your heart beating in your chest. As he delicately put you on the edge of the bed, your body still confined with the ribbon, he took out some embroidery scissors, slowly cutting through the ribbon except the ones on your hand, as he placed it down on the delicate wooden desk.

His eyes wandered on your half-naked body. Your body looked smooth, doll-like. Your perky chest with hard peaks, his hands touching your confined ones, and he put them over your head. "You did so good for me, dove" he whispered, his fingers touching you, tracing the line of your stomach to your collarbone making you shiver. He outlined your stomach down to your pelvis, gradually dragging off the lacy red panties, making you anxious as your eyes followed his fingers dragging off the delicate panties. Extending your legs, looking at the panties fully being extracted, and throwing them to the other side of the bedroom. The cold air ghosted against your cunt, as your legs trembled.

"Corio.." You whined, you were embarrassed, the feeling of butterflies fluttering around your stomach, "I'm just enjoying my Christmas present, darling" He inched his face, whispering to your ear, as his fingers danced to your delicate petals inching to the bud. His fingers gradually inserted his digits into you, a strife of moans coming out of your lips, as you curved your back up in pleasure. His fingers pulling out of you unbearably slow and plunging back in making you tense up. The brutal pace made you break, your chest heaving as you tensed up at his fingers before his fingers picked up in pace, and it turned into a reckless frenzy. His fingers fucking you harshly, flickering your pearl.

A wanton of moans ripping out of your throat, your eyes rolling back in pleasure, his lips connecting to yours, his tongue exploring your cavern, leaning into the intense kiss. His fingers are still at work, fucking you harsily. You lifted your hips up for him to thrusting deeper into your pussy, withdrawing from the kiss, as you stared at Coriolanus with droopy eyes, your lips parting apart.

Turning your head away from him in embarrassment, "Don't look away from me, dove" He gently turns your head to him, pushing a strand of hair away from your face. Your body felt hot, sweat dripping off of your body. His fingers drove into your cunt, the sloshing sound of your slick, your body getting hotter. Feeling a hot wave of pleasure crashing onto you, curving your back up as your juices mixed with your slick, tensing up your hands against the sheets. Feeling his fingers leaving your cunt, covered in clear fluids. Your cheeks reddened in embarrassment, "You made a mess" Coriolanus said, flickering your eyes at his frame, your hands taking his arm, surprising him. Placing his cum-coated fingers in your mouth, your tongue swirling against his fingertips, staring at him with doe eyes.

His eyes lit up with amusement, as you cleaned his fingers, pulling out his hands from your mouth, saliva coating his fingers. "Are you sure this is your first time, dove" He whispers with delight, you nod, "I want..to satisfy you, Corio" you mumble from your lips, "You are" he cups your cheek, "No..I want to pleasure you, please" your doe eyes looking at his cold eyes. His lips parted at your innocent appearance. Before you sat up, leading him down onto the large bed, your knee digging into the sheet as you pulled off his pants along with his boxers.

Feeling yourself swallowing at the size of his cock, as it strung up. The tip with an angry tip and is covered in colored veins.

Your hand slowly strokes it, your ears hearing groans slipping out of his mouth. Your fingers rub the tip. "Fuck, Y/N" he groans, "Is everything okay?" you questioned, feeling anxious that you're hurting him, "Yes, fuck" he muttered before you took his cock whole into your mouth, your tongue swirling the tip, hearing moans. Your head bobbing up and down his shaft, his moans getting louder, feeling his hands tangled in your hair, as you looked up at his trembling form.

His hand forced you down, making you gag. Tears pricking up on your waterline, forcing yourself to breathe through your nose. As he face fucked you, salvia drooling down your chin, moaning against his touch. Feeling yourself getting wetter, your doe eyes look up.

His hands never leaving your hair as he forced you down before he released his load down your throat, the bitter-salty taste hitting your tongue. Feeling his cock soften in your mouth, withdrawing from him. "Did I do good" you cocked your head to the side, as he examined at you, making note of your half-naked form. His hands making contact with your cheek, as he caressed gently.

He just nodded as you looked at his member harden, as you crawled on top of his body. His hand makes its way on the top of your lingerie, taking it off, and discarding it. Placing your hands on his shoulder, feel his hand on your waist, as you lowered yourself down on his cock. Feeling searing pain in your lower abdomen, stifling a groan from your lips. You felt his hands on your hips dragging you down, bottoming himself, "it's too big... corio" you quivered, "Your doing so well, dove" he gently lift your chin up slightly, as you stared at him.

His hips gently thrust up into your cunt, making you shiver in delight, biting your lip down. Your nails dig deeper into his shoulder making him groan, resting your head on his shoulder, adjusting to the pain. "I'm going to move, okay... Dove" he whispered, you nodded your head at the statement, before feeling his hands on the plush of your bottom, the slow-motion as he gripped your hips feeling his cock leaving you and his then lowering your hips down.

Tears prick on your waterline, biting your lips at the discomfort, his hands rubbing your waist. His hands picking up speed, picking and dropping you down on his cock, the gradually simmering moment of pain, turning into pleasure in your core, moans coming from your lips, throwing your head back in thrill. "Corio" you whined, his pelvis thrusting up. His cock rubbing at your cervix. Your body riding him, feeling addicted to his touch. "Corio–corio" your mouth chanting his name like a prayer, "I'm close..please" You were breathless, his cock slipping out of you and in. Feeling a wave of satisfaction crashing down on you, moans ripping out of you. The lewd sounds of your body mixing with his, your high-pitched moans ripping out your throat.

Feeling his cock leaving you, making you whine, "Lay down" he whispered, pecking your lips as you obey, laying down as he line up with you, pushing his cock into you, thrusting in and out of you, your this bouncing on impact, his hands pressing your legs down on your chest. "Fuck" he groans, his hands pressing your legs closer to you, into a missionary position. Feeling him deep inside you, "Corio–I'm close" you cried out, adjusting your arms around his neck.

His mouth connects to your neck, sucking the vulnerable flesh, you whined out on impact. "I'm close too" he grunted, his pace getting faster, the melody of slapping skin echoing through the room. "Inside please" you whispered, pulling Coriolanus closer to you, feeling your orgasm crashing down on you, moaning out.

Feeling his hot load filling you, his mouth crashing into you, moaning against him. The sensation of his cock dragging out of you, makes you whine. Sweat covers your body, cringing at the feeling of his cum dripping out of you. Your eyes hesitantly looking down, staring at the mess between your legs, light pink liquid dripping out of you.

"Merry Christmas, Corio" you exclaimed, your tired form not letting you stand up, discomfort ringing through your body. Your eyes flicker at the colored stained window, snow falling decorating the scene. Feeling the bed bending at his weight and leaning onto you, leaving a kiss on your lips, "Merry Christmas, my love"

headcannons spending christmas with coriolanus

A/N: I did both, lmao. Merry Christmas pookies. <3

A/N: I did both, lmao. Merry Christmas pookies. <3

WARNING: None, just pure fluff, wait...some nsfw???

PAIRING: Coriolanus x reader

WORD COUNTER: 654

✧ Imagine spending Christmas with Coriolanus snow. The tree would of course be all his, he would always pick out all the decorations, the star, ornaments, and no light because it gives the tree a tacky appeal.

✧ The color would be of course red, white, and gold. You tried to add some colors for the holiday appeal but it was always struck down, even if you begged him to. The enormous tree, with a red and gold lining of the tree skirt underneath it, and ornaments hanging on the tree, coordinately arranging it in order and a sparkling golden star on top, perfectly bringing in the elements of the evergreen tree.

✧ Though you didn't get to touch the tree, you didn't mind, you knew he knew what was doing, and the tree looked great. "It's perfect," you said, smiling at him. Looking up at the beautiful tree.

✧ You loved Christmas, saving recipes for Christmas for special desserts you wanted to surprise Coriolanus with. You were busy in the kitchen, making some gingerbread walls, putting the dough onto the baking tray, and loading it into the oven. Arranging the edible decoration of candy to decorate, you made sure to attentively make sure the small candies matched the ones of the tree. Red, gold and already made white. You hoped Coriolanus would like it, and you baked some cookies on the side for him.

✧ Christmas was something that shouldn't disappoint, it did come only once a year, and the biggest holiday of the season for most, setting the timer, as you took off the apron around your waist, being surprised by Coriolanus with his hands around your waist, his lips connecting with yours, bending yourself towards his kiss.

✧ Spending Christmas with Coriolanus, he would always surprise you with a mistletoe with a steamy kiss, his hands around your waist.

✧ Coriolanus would love to surprise you with big gifts, like diamond bracelets, necklaces, shoes, or expensive fabrics. Christmas day, he would just shower you with gifts, the maids and Butlers lining up to show you the special gifts he purchased. Your eyes glowing with delight, crossing your legs at looking the perfectly wrapped and ribbon tied gifts.

✧ It wouldn't be Christmas without a Christmas dinner, all kinds of food, luxurious and delicious on the grand table, sitting horizontally away from Coriolanus, your eyes sparkling with awe, with the surprise he had given you. "Corio, is this all for me?" you questioned, as he nodded. Well, he had to treat the prize jewel of Panem to glorious things, and second to that the mother of offsprings.

✧ You would of course have a gift for Coriolanus, a special one. One that you thought of with time and even asked his cousin, Tigris. Holding a special box hidden within a gift you wanted to surprise him like he did with you.

✧ Soon giving the special gift to him, butterflies fluttering into your stomach, feeling your palms sweat, and an anxious feeling circling you. His slender finger opened up the red satin box, and his eyes widened at what was inside a bejeweled snow charm bracelet. "Do you like it...Corio" you asked hesitantly, "It's perfect," he said, taking out the jewelry, "You sure?" you questioned.

"Yes, it's wonderful" He smiled his eyes flickering at you, "I'll wear it, every single day" He looked at the sparkling jewelry on his wrist, "I'm glad..let me put it on for you" You smiled, getting up, inching towards him. Placing yourself on his lap, and delicately putting the piece of jewelry around his wrist, "Thank you darling" you place your hands on the side of your face, kissing him... his hands on your waist.

Before you withdrew, "Merry Christmas, Corio" you whispered..."Merry Christmas, my dove" he pushed the strands of your hair over your ear, his eyes staring at yours, as the crackling fire rang out.

"Christmas Magic"

n.o.t.e.s - Merry Christmas or Happy holidays!

w.a.r.n - Just fluff, and maybe a crackfic(?) and Homelander

p.a.i.r.i.n.g. - Homelander x Human!reader

w.c. - 1189

Christmas music was playing. You were cutting out a little piece of decorations cutting the pieces of white paper, and making a snowflake. You delicately handed the paper, humming to the music as it played out.

While Ryan was coloring the coloring paper with an assortment of crayons and colored pencils, as the picture of art resembled an ornament.

You took a break from cutting the triangle piece of paper in your hand as you looked at Ryan's piece of art he was working on. "That looks good!"

Ryan stopped working on his piece and looked at you, responding with a 'Thank you.' The tension between you was a bit awkward ever since what happened with his mom, Rebecca. In the end, he went with his dad. It was December 21st, and you were preparing for the holiday.

Homelander left off to do some 'superhero duties' which, to simplify, cause chaos and wreak havoc all over New York. Leaving you with Ryan. You were supposedly dating Homelander; you were trapped inside his suburban home, making you a hostage.

But you were still known to the public, interesting.

But hey, it was the holidays, and you didn't want him to know that his dad was a fucking kidnapper, you didn't want the burden to be on Ryan, so you tried to socialize with a 10-year-old boy. "So, what do you want for Christmas," you said, piquing up a conversation.

The boy was a bit awkward about responding to the question, "My mom back.." he responded to the question, his eyes watering, sniffly with his nose.

"Oh," The response made the tension between you guys awkward; "What would something you want for Christmas that you get to have with your hands" as you gently slapped the table you were on, trying to make the awkward tension into a happy moment.

"Uh, I don't know" he wiped his eyes with his sleeve as he started sniffly.

"Well, do you know what I always wanted for Christmas when I was your age?" you said, looking at him with excitement.

"What did you want?" the conversation piquing his attention.

"A 1998 holiday barbie, but my parent never got it for me," you spoke to him, smiling at him.

"Im sorry for that," Ryan said, "It's okay, but now I told you what I want. Can you tell me what you want for Christmas?" giving him a reassuring smile.

"Maybe....a lego set?" he responds

"Which kind?" you questioned, his eyes brightening up that you were invested in his wish.

"A Star Wars mega galaxy set!" he smiled after completing his response.

"That sounds Awesome!" you smile at him.

"I guess so," he smiled back, his voice becoming excited with the content. "So, have you ever gotten to experience a snow day?"

"A snow day?" he stared at you, confused and full of admiration for the idea.

"Yeah, it's when you have snowball fights, make snowmen, and have no school. It's pretty fun, too." you put your hands up, dramatizing the whole ordeal.

You continue cutting up and snowflake, "-And you get to catch a snowflake on your tongue" you open up the triangle piece of paper, showing the paper snowflake to Ryan.

"Woah, that sounds cool" Ryan had a big smile.

"It is!" placing down the paper snowflake.

You responded to him, leaving the room with quiet tension. You couldn't lie, but you are fond of this kid, even though he's the son of a narcissistic weirdo.

"So, make some Gingerbread men; they are really good, and you can decorate them!" you suggested.

"Yeah!" Ryan smiled at the idea and got up off his chair, and you both went into the kitchen.

45 MINS LATER

The smell of gingerbread men's cookies spread throughout the house as the timer rang out to mention the cookies were ready. You wore mittens, taking the hot tray out of the oven.

As you pour the colored frosting into the pipping bag, you remove the cookie's decoration from the cabinets as you let the cookie rest and become cooler to eat.

"Ryan! the cookies are ready!" You yelled out for him since the cookie was ready.

The boy came running into the kitchen, smiling with joy, as we stood next to you looking at the cookie on the tray, "Be careful. It's still hot!" you warned him.

Giving him one of the piping bags to decorate the cookies, he held the bags and started decorating the cookie, making gingerbread men scraps and clothing with the sweet frosting.

"That is some good-looking gingerbread man" you smiled at him, complementing his artistic ability.

You heard the door opening and familiar footsteps coming into the house, "-And maybe we have some hot chocolate as well," you patted Ryan's shoulders.

You walked out of the kitchen to where your kidnapper, Homelander, stood near the door; you decided to butter him up so he might be lenient with you leaving the house or giving you some time outside.

It made you feel like a prisoner, but due to the holly season, you didn't want to crush it. "Welcome home, Homelander" you gave him a small smile.

"Well, someone is excited" he respond back with a smile, his sharp canines showing giving you a bit of a fear shock.

"Yeah, well, Ryan and I are just making some gingerbread cookies for, you know, the Christmas occasion." leading him into the spacious kitchen where Ryan was decorating the tray of cookies.

As soon as Ryan saw his dad, he placed the cookies and the pipping bag on the counter, running to him to hug him as Homelander reciprocated.

You couldn't lie, but the moment was cute, even with the situation you were in.

"Woah! Ryan, those look delicious!"

"Thanks!" he broke away from the hug, coming toward the counter with the cookies.

"Let's eat these" you took the once hot tray with your hands as you walked to the table, placing them down on the round table.

As Homelander and Ryan went to the table and sat down, you went back to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate for you and Ryan, while you poured a glass of milk for Homelander.

Grabbing the beverages with your hands, and walked to the round table once again and placed them on the table, as Homelander gave you a 'Thank you' as he smiled at you, making you a little uncomfortable.

Walking to the seat next to Ryan, "So..Ryan, how was Y/N!" Homelander broke the silence.

"It was super fun" Ryan responded with a huge smile, as Ryan continued with his response, the Christmas music blared into your ears.

The only thing that you last heard was Homelander saying "-Kinda like a family" he stared at you, smiling at you with his sharp canines showing.

'-And Heaven and nature sing, and Heaven and nature sing...'

the Christmas music blaring into your ears as the voice blocked out.

'Holy Shit, he's really got you in the palm of your hands' you started to grip the table as you started hyperventilating, staring back at him.

'...and Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing......'

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short malevolent animatic before the new year

Okaaaaaay! Wild theory time that many will say is totally incorrect!

This theory is partially inspired by this post by @twinterrors29

https://at.tumblr.com/twinterrors29/boba-fetts-reputation-as-the-best-bounty-hunter/cbubdg5i3k36

But it is also just a wild mind tangent that I came up with. Now on with the theory!

...

Boba Fett is a feared bounty hunter, he's been in the game since he was 10 years old, since his father the great Jango Fett died.. He's good at what he does. He's respected and revered. But here's the thing...

Anyone could be Boba Fett.

Throughout canon many have been Boba Fett. In old canon the name Boba Fett was just alias used by Jaster Mereel. It wasn't until "Attack of the Clones" was released that anyone had even heard of Jango. And during "The Clone Wars" TV show, during the arc at the end of season 2, we see that no one can differentiate between Boba and the other clones.

So where am I going with this?

This:

Is not Boba Fett.

Or...well...he might be.

Don't believe me? Neither do I. Here's some shaky proof:

Boba Fett was born in roughly 32 BBY and the show "The Mandalorian" takes place in roughly 9 ABY, which makes Boba Fett approximately 41 years old. During the events of "Attack of the Clones" Jango Fett is 44 years old having been born in 66 BBY (the beginning of the Clone Wars was in 22 BBY lasting till 19 BBY). During which time he looked like this:

(It's hard to find a good photo of him.)

Now YES, the actor has aged, Boba fell into a Sarlacc and is dealing with scaring, and he has spend the last 5 years on Tatooine (we all know how this goes for people...)

But this ⬆️ is the work of 20 years.

Case in point, I have a hard time believing that Boba and Jango are roughly the same age, I mean look:

One obviously hasn't aged as delicately as the other.

There's not really much that can explain this, we fans just look over it because we love Temuera Morrison so much (I love him too).

But who do we know who have accelerated aging that would explain this difference? The other clones, of course.

The clones (with the exception of Boba) were genetically modified so that they would age at twice the normal human rate, at 10 they were physically and mentally 20, and battle ready.

But they aged at twice the normal human rate, why would a 40 year old look 60 instead of 80?

Well there's a simple answer. Deceleration.

In the Republic Commando books, Skirata finds a way to slow the clones aging down to a normal human rate. Unfortunately nothing in canon has shown that this is possible, but as many have pointed out, Rex was looking really spry in "Rebels."

So it is possible that some 10 years after the war, a cure was found.

During the year 19 BBY the clones were roughly 26-28 years old, ten years later in 9 BBY when the "Kenobi" series take place, clones without decelerate aging would appear nearly 50 years old, and lucky for us we see a 501st trooper in a cameo:

Now, he's obviously older and grizzly, but he still more closely resembles the younger Boba Fett than Jango who is closer to his age physically.

...

I'm not saying that anything I've said here is definitive proof that the Boba Fett from "The Book of Boba Fett" and "The Mandalorian" is a Padmé decoy, far from it. But I am saying that there's enough here that there's a chance that it's true. Especially with the drastic personality change that we see from Boba in the original series, stern and serious, dangerous. A personality that even carries over into "The Clone Wars" and the Boba Fett young readers books, though technically Legends now. This new Boba is not the stoic and legendary bounty hunter we know, and that may be the point, but it won't stop me from theorizing.

After all this may be the real Boba Fett:

Or maybe this one:

Or this one!

Or maybe the real Boba is dead.

We may never know...

Which is the real Boba? Are they all the same Boba? How many Bobas are there?

What if the Boba Fett we've come to know and love, isn't even the real Boba Fett?

The AfterMath

After a long reteaching of Christmas, Onyx tells them to repeat after her.

Onyx: SANTA!

Helena: Breaking and entering

Emeril: Food raids

Amara: Facial hair = villian

Onyx: ...

Onyx: Godammit

Ranza: Don't think they'll agree...

Locker Room Talk, Christmas! Day 10

Amara and Helena walk in laughing and talking.

Helena: No! No! It was fun, truly.

Amara: Are you sure?

Helena: Yes! You are very good with your sword.

Amara: Thank you, Helena.

Helena: Anyti-

Onyx and Emeril walk around them carrying a banner, going on their tippy-toes to get the banner over them. They end up hitting Amara and Helena in the face.

Amara: Hold on! Hold on! What are you doing?

Onyx: Decor! Fifteen days until Christmas.

Helena: Pardon me for asking but

Amara: Onyx...what exactly is Christmas?

Emeril: I don't either...But she said help and decorate in the same sentence so~

Onyx: Awww...Meril- You could have told me.

Emeril: I'm sorry.

Amara and Helena look at each other, before getting the banner and putting it up where Onyx wanted.

Onyx: Thanks, loves! I'll explain what it is. Sit, my children.

Amara, Helena, and Emeril sit down as she explains Christmas with flare, making them laugh.

Helena: Mmm...Okay, I think I understand.

Onyx: What have you learned?

Helena: Light the fireplace on Christmas Eve.

Onyx: No!

Emeril: Lock the refrigerator!

Onyx: No...Emeril...

Amara: Don't let strange men with thick moustaches and beards into your home. Specifically of the snowy white colour.

Onyx: This is hopeless.