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madcat-world · 2 days
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Santa in the Glaciers - Kuryliuk Darya
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ex0skeletal-undead · 3 months
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Frazsanta (inspired by Frank Frazetta’s Death Dealer) by Regin Wellander
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nocternalrandomness · 4 months
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Midnight journey gone wrong by Jacques Parnell
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itswhatienjoy · 4 months
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I wish you a very, merry, sexy Christmas. @itswhatienjoy @morethannakd
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aghostsdestiny · 3 months
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Santa fell in the snow, but he's still on the way 🎁
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lunaoblonsky · 3 months
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I saw…
This has been done more times than i’ve breathed, but now I’M going to write one :)
In which Damian doesn’t know who Santa Clause is and has a full scale breakdown when he see’s his mother cheating on his father.
(Publishing this the day after Christmas… oops)
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Christmas was something Damian had never celebrated before. The League tended to only focus on things Ra’s Al Ghul deemed important: training and knocking their enemies into submission (or the after life). So when his older brother took him Christmas shopping, he had no idea what to expect.
“You mean to tell me that a man comes down the chimney, eats cookies, and then leaves?”
“He brings presents too, Damian. As long as you’ve been good.” Grayson explained, wandering through the watch section. It was stupid of him to buy Bruce a present, in Damian’s opinion. He could buy it himself.
“That is absurd,” The child crossed his arms. “It’s true!” Grayson pulled himself away from the glass case. “He sneaks in while all of us are sleeping and sets up the gifts.”
“How does it manage every house in the world?”
“Well, he doesn’t go to every house. Just the people who celebrate Christmas,” he says, suddenly fiddling with watches again.
Damian huffed, there was no way he was going to break into Wayne manor. He must have an ulterior motive.
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“Todd, would you say that Santa is dangerous?” Damian inquired at the dining table. The rest of the family was out shopping or what have you, but Alfred had prepared them a snack upon Jason’s request.
“Santa?” Jason laughed, looking over at the kid. Something flashed in his eye, something so quick that while Damian could not place what it was, he knew it was there. “No, kid. Santa’s harmless.”
“How many times has he gained entry to the manor?” Damian asked again, narrowing his eyes at his brother.
Jason sighed, stuffing his spoon into his mouth again. “I don’t know, probably how ever long Bruce has lived here. Ask Alfred, ‘sure he knows.”
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Ask Alfred he did, but he was none the wiser. He was steadily becoming aware of just how incompetent his family members were, so he went to the one he believed to have the most sense. Tim. He had less time to be brainwashed by Santa’s mind games.
“No, Santa’s not a threat,” Tim spoke from his bed. “Can you get out? I’m tired.”
Damian huffed. How did his family not see the obvious truth? Santa probably stole their information from the Batcave every year! And the whole family was letting it happen!
He then went to his father, Bruce was a stubborn man, surely he had thought this through. He would not be blind to the obvious truth.
So once again, Damian began his string questions, “Has Santa ever made it into the Batcave? Are all of our files sealed? How many times has he run rampant through our home?”
Bruce laughed, peeking over his hot chocolate. “Damian, Santa has no reason to steal our secrets. He probably already knows who we are.”
Damian’s heart stopped, “how could Santa know that?!”
Bruce rose his eyebrows in amusement, and began to sing a little tune. “He see’s you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake. He knows if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.”
“Oh you better watch out, you better not cry. You better not pout I’m telling you why. Santa Clause is coming to town, inaboutaweek!” His mother finished, having just entered the room.
“Mother, tell me you are not blind to the obvious, imminent betrayal of Santa!” He cried. Y/n felt a pant in their heart, crouching down to be level with their son. “Dear, all Santa wants to do is bring you gifts!” They said, then they began to pepper kisses all over his face.
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Damian had spent all week subtly improving the houses defenses. If his family was blind to the imminent betrayal of Santa, he would protect them himself. He sealed files, locked doors, he did everything eh possibly could to keep the oaf out.
But now it was time to wait. He lit the fire place and crawled up the stairs, katana in hand. It was only 9:30, so the family was still downstairs by the tree. Which happened to be right next to the fire place. Yet another silly tradition.
At 10:30, he found himself alone downstairs. Alfred had put out the fire and gone to bed a while ago, but Damian had re-lit it. He was the last line of defense. The last thing between this Santa and the batcave. His family.
It was one in the morning before Damian heard a creak in the floor. His back straightened and his grip on his katana tightened, if he had failed to keep Santa out, he would not fail to keep him in.
Moments later, Santa Clause emerged from the other room. He readied himself to spring into action before he heard a voice. His mother’s voice.
“Now, mister Clause. How wonderful to see you again!” They said happily, trailing behind him as he put the presents down. They had disappeared from his view for a moment, but he heard a slight hum. As he creeped down the stairs, Damian was suddenly stopped by a horrible sight.
His mother was kissing Santa Clause.
His mother. The loving person who took him in and loved him unconditionally despite him being the product of infidelity, their husband’s infidelity. They were kissing Santa Clause.
He felt his throat close up and his skin begun to crawl. He couldn’t do anything now, his only hope was to escape up the stairs and to his room.
Upon his arrival, he thought about what to do next.
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“Grayson,” he called. Dick let out a hum from the driver’s seat.
“Is it a tradition during Christmas for there to be a kiss exchange?” Damian asked.
“Uh,” Dick thought for a moment, “underneath a mistletoe. Other wise, no. Why?”
Damian felt his heart sink. “No reason.”
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He couldn’t look his mother in the eyes. How dare they cheat on his father. Although, he may have deserved it. He did cheat on them first…
But that did not explain how they could look his father in the eye. From the stories Damian had heard, Bruce had come home after that night with his birth mother Talia in tears, begging on his knees for forgiveness.
His mother smiled. They gave him a kiss. The same lips that kissed Santa Clause.
Damian slammed his hands on the dinner table. Bruce whipped his head over, “Damian!” He snapped.
“Forgive me, father, but I refuse to hold this secret anymore!”
“You’re in love with Jon?” Tim guessed through a mouth full of food.
Damian snapped his attention to his brother, “no! Quiet!” He returned to his father.
“Father, mother has been cheating on you!”
Dick’s face paled, suddenly piecing it together. Jason held a laugh, the memory of the same situation-
“Damian, what in earth-” Y/n gritted. “I thought we were past this. I am your father’s wife. Your mother-”
“I saw mother kiss Santa Clause!”
Roars of laughter filled the table. Damian was shocked by his family’s reaction. This was serious!
“How can you laugh?! How could you laugh at this?!”
Y/n put their head down on the table, “not again!”
“Wow, ma. Guess you still like ‘em older, huh? Thought you stopped that affair years ago!” Jason cried.
Dick wiped his tears as Damian moved his gaze from family member to family member. This was no laughing matter.
“Damian, we wanted to wait a while longer, but-”
“Spare me the excuses, Y/n. How dare you act as if you’ve done nothing wrong?!”
“Damian, Santa Clause isn’t real.” Bruce spoke, attempting to calm everyone down.
Damian’s face went beet red, “what? Of course he is! I saw him, father! He kissed Y/n!”
“Honey, that was your father. In the suit. Santa isn’t real. He’s a tale you tell children so they behave,” his mother explained.
The embarrassment washed over him in one, immense wave. “Oh.”
Laughter once again broke out. “Yeah, oh.” Jason said. Even Alfred was chuckling.
“Bruce does this every year, Damian. Puts on a stupid costume and delivers the extra presents,” Tim explained, taking a sip of water to calm down.
Damian tripped over his own words, “how dare you lie to me about his existence!”
“Dami,” his mother soothed, “it’s a children’s tale. It’s meant to bring a little magic to Christmas. We did the same for all your brothers.”
Damian huffed and sunk into his seat.
“Is this why I couldn’t open my most recent case file?”
He huffed for the umpteenth time that week.
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growingexjocks · 3 months
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Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield - Santa Fattening Transformation
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I was inspired by the The Santa Clause movie with Tim Allen, and wanted to do something for if Andrew Garfield and Tom Holland, my 2 most popular celebrity ex jocks in my stories, fattened up similarly. Hope you enjoy, and Merry Christmas everyone! :)
(I couldn’t decide if I wanted Tom with or without a beard so I did both lol).
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goldenamaranthe-blog · 4 months
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Santa Clause is Coming to Town: Single Mom Au
Disclaimer: Buckle up, y'all. This is a long one.
Kela: (steps into the house and kicks the snow off her boots)
Blake: Welcome home, sweetheart. (steps out from her office with a book in hand) How was school? Are you excited for holiday break?
Kela: (looks up at Blake with tears in her eyes and sniffles)
Blake: Oh, baby. (immediately tosses her book to the nearest surface that isn't the floor and rushes to Kela's side, kneeling down to look her in the eyes) Honey, what's wrong?
Kela: (wipes the tears from her eyes aggressively and hiccups) T-The kids at school... *sniff - hic* ...they said that Santa doesn't visit Faunus houses. He doesn't visit animals.... Is that true, Mama?
Blake: (blood boils as she pulls Kela in for a hug) Baby girl, absolutely not. You know Santa shows up every year.
Kela: (crying silently into Blake's shoulder) But we're living with Yang now. What if Santa realizes that this house has mostly Faunus? What if he only visited our apartment before because there were a lot of humans there that he didn't want to skip?
Blake: (mentally making a hitlist for children and contemplating if it's a horrible thing for adults to beat the shit out of students as she holds Kela tight and pets her hair)
Yang: (steps in from the garage, oil and grime cover her jeans and work shirt) There's my favorite ladies! (notices Kela crying) Little Fighter, what's wrong?
Blake: Some kids at school told Kela that Santa doesn't visit Faunus houses because they're animals.
Yang: (eyes flash red) Is that so? ......Excuse me. I think I hear my work phone going off in the garage. (steps out into the garage and the sound of a truck engine turning over fills the house before fading away)
Blake: (mentally) Yang, don't do anything stupid.
-A Few Days Later: Middle of the night, Christmas Eve-
Blake: (green, white, and red lights flash across her face through the cracked open door, pulling her groggily from slumber) What in Remnant? (notices Yang's empty side of the bed) Yang?
Thunk! .....Thunk! .....Thunk!
Blake: (follows the noise to the common room and gasps)
The living room has completely undergone a holiday explosion. The tree has more ornaments, garland and lights are strung in bows along the walls, candles and giant decorative candy canes frame the tree, three brand new stockings with Yang, Blake, and Kela written on them are hung up on a hastily constructed mantle, a fake snowman, and all sorts of glittering decorations are trickled around the room with a few extra presents set up underneath the tree. The presents gift tags read "to Blake" and "to Kela."
Yang: (wearing a Santa hat, white tank top, red trousers with a black belt and suspenders, a red Santa jacket is draped over the arm of the couch, and a pair of brand new work boots on her feet as she steps around the room carefully - leaving behind flour footprints with speckles of glitter on the hardwood floor as she slowly backtracks towards the mantle)
Blake: (mostly speechless and in awe) Yang, what is all this? Where have you been? I've had to tell Kela that you were on an important work project. (realizes she's supposed to be angry and props her hands on her hips) You better have a good explanation for why I had to lie to my daughter.
Yang: (beams a smile that's brighter than the sun reflecting on freshly fallen snow) Hey, babe! Sorry about just dipping out for a few days. After hearing Kela say that Santa wasn't going to show up, I had to make a trip to "Santa's Workshop" to pick up some extra decorations and make a chimney.
Blake: (anger fades) .....You did not go buy all these decorations and a fake fireplace just to make Kela feel better...
Yang: What do you think I am? Made of money? No! (finishes backtracking and slips out of her boots, tossing them in the garage, before going over to Blake in her stocking feet) I went to Patch to get some more decorations, hit up the shop to make this mantle and fireplace out of some plywood and concrete, and asked Weiss for a favor.
Blake: (blinks in disbelief) You asked Weiss for a favor?
Yang: (pulls a white envelope with Kela's name written in fancy calligraphy, red wax seal and glitter out of her back pocket) Couldn't write the letter from Santa myself. Kela would recognize my handwriting. (places the letter next to an empty plate and glass on the coffee table)
Blake: (tearing up) I don't know whether I want to slap you or kiss you right now.
Yang: Well (plucks the Santa hat off her head and places it on Blake's head) you could start with a kiss and decide whether or not to hit me after?
Blake: (adjusts the hat so her ears are more comfortable) Or I could give you a special present early~
Yang: (blushes excitedly) Lead the way, Ms. Clause!
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herushingu · 3 months
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Good evening, Hellsing 🛡️
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Sometimes the big moves need to come from the person who normally lets others have the spotlight. Sometimes that person needs to be you. No one else can bring what you can bring. 🩸
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datasoong47 · 3 months
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(To clarify, by "mall Santa", I mean people dressed up as Santa in public places, typically but not necessarily, in a mall, usually for little kids to tell him what they want for Christmas)
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cadenreigns · 3 months
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One Heka Christmas
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nocternalrandomness · 3 months
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SciFi Santa artwork by Chris Trevas
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everydayschristmas · 5 months
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classic 😎❄️
Hot chocolate by the fireplace while this plays. You can't go wrong.
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During my anxiety yesterday I watched The Santa Clause 2. (Disney sauto played the third after and then auto played the 2nd again) It made me think about Bernard and Charity and I made this fun background for my phone
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Reblog if you download/use
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