Personal Traits -

XMAS PROMPT LIST 🎄🎁❄️

SCENARIOS;

Decorating the tree

Dancing in the snow

Present shopping

Gift giving

Wrapping gifts

Making a gingerbread house

Gingerbread house competition

Snowball fight

Sledging

Mistletoe

Christmas baking

Christmas market

Making snowmen

Christmas party

Watching Christmas movies

Dancing to Christmas music

Going ice skating

Christmas dinner

Making Christmas dinner

Fake dating for Christmas Ball

Secret Santa

Both reaching for the last cookie

Making Christmas decorations

New Years Countdown

NYE Party

DIALOGUES;

"Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.”

"That should be our Christmas card this year."

"Why'd you turn the music off?"

"I know we said no presents this year but..."

“I hate Christmas shopping.” - “I love Christmas shopping!”

“Do you want to put the star on the top of the tree?”

“What do you think? Like the tree?”

“Open your stocking!”

“It’s snowing!”

“What are you doing?” - “Making a snow angel.”

“Do people even use nutcrackers?”

“Do you still believe in Santa?”

“You’d make a cute elf.”

“Look! Reindeers!”

“Is that supposed to be a snowman?”

“Do you have any carrots?”

“This is the best gift you could’ve given me.”

“You have snow on your eyelashes, looks cute.”

“Come here by the fire.”

“Please don’t make me wear this, I look ridiculous.”

“You’ve really made my Christmas this year.”

“I thought you were going home for Christmas.” - “Well, I couldn’t leave you all alone.”

“I’m never letting you convince me to go carolling again.”

“Hey, if we don’t find someone by midnight…you and me…maybe?” - “Ask me properly and I might consider it.”

“Here, you can have one of my gloves.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Did you get us matching pyjamas?”

“You look so beautiful in the snow.”

“It’s bold of you to assume I haven’t eaten my entire advent calendar.”

“Christmas hot chocolate is not normal hot chocolate. Where are the marshmallows?”

“Smell this candle, it’s amazing.”

“Aren’t you going to write your letter to Santa?”

“I’ll let you sit on my knee.”

“You’re my Christmas angel.” - “Wow that was…intense.” - “Just take the compliment.”

“Will you be my new years kiss?”

“But I wanted to be Santa this year!”

“Did you make me a tinsel crown?”

“I can’t get the star on, would you give me a hand?”

“Looks like you’ve had a few drinks!” - “You haven’t had enough if you’re noticing. Come on, bar’s over there.”

“Will you make me a hot chocolate?” - “Name all the reindeer and I will.”

The Marvel Universe 

Created by Brett Weldele

Me: Ok I’m not gonna invest all my time on this ship.

Me later:

The Book of Names lists each person murdered at Auschwitz

Celebrating the 10th anniversary of The Witcher

So, might be my birthday. But I say, here’s to you.

This is a great fic of Mc and sieg! I love how the Mc is ♡

☺️☺️☺️😊

You were innocently sitting there when the big man came over and talked to you. You didn’t want to be mean but you couldn’t just ignore him, so you kindly smiled back and him and laughed at what he was saying. What you didn’t know was that Sieg was watching from afar. Not watching, glaring. He was glaring at you from afar while he took a sip of his drink. From his view, you sure looked like you were having fun. He knew that you didn’t want to be here today at the party but he made you come anyways. It wasn’t like he didn’t know the big guy, they were acquaintances and met at a couple of meetings but he didn’t like what he was seeing now. What if you left him? You guys were official and it’s been only a couple weeks but he couldn’t think about not having you in his life. He couldn’t take it anymore and slammed down his cup on the table before exiting through the door, his drink spilling on the table. You heard the commotion and looked up from the guy talking to see that Sieg had left in a huff. You cocked your head to the side before you excused yourself and followed Sieg into the hallway. “Sieg! Hey Sieg!” You called after him but he didn’t stop. You stopped mid-way and fell down clutching your ankle.! “Ow.” You said as you continued to clutch your ankle. Sieg stopped and turned around as he heard you cry in pain. He saw that you were on the ground and he felt his heart drop. He ran over to where she was. “Are you okay?” He asked as he tried to see where she was hurt so he could help. ” I told you those heels were too high, why did you wear them?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figured out what was wrong. You watched with amusement as concerned crossed his face. “Move your hand and let me see.” He said. You smiled and stuck out your tongue at him. “Just kidding.” You said as you stood up. “I’m okay.” You said as you gave a twirl to provide it. He watched you turn with your usual smile and he let out a sigh of relief as he stood up, his poker face on. You could tell that something was bothering him as you watched him. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked him but he didn’t give you an answer. “Hey.” You said as you gave him a poke. “Tell me what’s wrong,” “Nothing.” You stared at him pointedly, “Don’t lie to me. Just tell me.” But still he was quiet, looking to the side and not at you. “Where’s that cocky attitude now huh?” You asked him. ” I told you, it’s nothing.” He said.”It was getting too hot in there, I just wanted a change of scenery.” You nod your head, but you knew it was a lie. “What are you doing here?” He asked you, still not looking at you though. “Shouldn’t you be inside with that guy?” A smile curved on your face, finally getting why he was upset. You tip toed on your toes and leaned back and forth, nudging him with your elbow. “I’m not going anywhere. I rather be with you.” You said as you gave him a smile, Upon hearing this, he smirked. Finally he turned to look at you. “Are you sure? He’s on the up and running.” You shrugged your shoulders and nodded your head, ” Yup,” you said as you turned your body to face his. “I’m sure.” He smiled and pulled you closer by the waist. You looked up into his eyes and you could see all the love he had for you, and you were practically melting in his arms. He leaned down and gave you a kiss on the lips, that left you breathless and made your knees weak. He pulled away a little, and said, ” Lets get out of here.” Still trying to catch your breath, you could just nod your head as he pulled you by the arm, and you guys had your own little party in his room for the rest of the evening. 😉😉

(First story, so pls be nice to me🙈🙈 I’m sorry if he seems to be out of character, but when I thought of this, his face popped up through the whole thing… So.. lol probably going to take it down…)

Hi! Thanks for following me ^_^ I hope we can be friends! ( ^ω^ )

I would love that! I've just been on tumblr and playing voltage since summer started lol you are now the first human I have interacted with, it makes me feel like I'm a person again.

Way to show up to a party, make sure everyone "drops dead" when they see you.

After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.

The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.

The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.

Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.

Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”

When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.

Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”

Seriously though, would you wanna live in a house where someone killed themselves? I could almost guarantee you that someone’s killed themselves in this room. Ew, David!