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The Batman of Arizona
Batman Incorporated HQ
“Wingman, good, you’re here.” Batman, the Dark Knight of Gotham City, didn’t even need to turn around as he realized his former sidekick Jason Todd, the second Robin, the second Red Hood, and now the second Wingman, had entered the room.
“You can just call me Jason when we’re not in the field, you know.” Jason spoke as he removed his helmet, revealing his black hair with a white fringe that, you know, I’m not sure if it was because of the Lazarus Pit or the shock of coming back from the dead.
“I wanted to introduce you to our latest recruit, Wingman.” Batman passive aggressively voiced his displeasure at Jason referring to him by his first name. “He’s going to be patrolling Arizona for us.”
“’Hi, Jason. How’ve you been since I decided to forgive you for trying to kill my favorite kid and my only biological kid?’” Jason sardonically replied. “Oh I
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The Christmas Camp Out - A Roy/Lian Tale
“-but when she turned around, she saw the maniac in the Santa suit standing in the doorway, just as he locked the door behind him with the kids still in the house!”
“*Gasp!* Did he kill the kids?”
“Nah. The neighbors saw what was happening and called the police.”
“Oh thank goodness.”
Christmas Eve, 20XX ~ Arizona Desert
Roy Harper and his daughter Lian were on a Christmas camping trip. It’d been an unbelievably upsetting and frustrating year for the two, where nearly everything that COULD have gone wrong DID go wrong.
And then it got worse.
But then thankfully, things got better.
Roy decided he wanted to spend part of Christmas just the two of them, so they’d decided to go camping. Lian was, naturally, worried about Santa Claus losing track of them if they weren’t at home, but Roy promised her Santa would find them.
Camping isn’t normally a thing people do for Christmas, but the Harpers adapted. They brought with t
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A Great Christmas
Nora was spending Christmas with her grandma this year, because her parents were called away overseas on business and her older brother was in college. As it was, Nora’s grandfather had died the previous year from complications related to cancer, and all of their other relatives were off having Christmas celebrations of their own. So because it was going to be just the two of them, Nora’s grandma suggested they celebrate Christmas early and invited some of Nora’s friends for a sleepover a couple of days before the 25th. That way Nora could have fun with her friends before they went on trips with their families, and so the two of them wouldn’t feel so alone on the holiday. It was going to be a great Christmas.
Except for one thing.
Something was wrong with the lock to the back door. The key turned in the lock, but for some reason the door could be forced open even if the knob couldn’t be turned. It didn’t bother Nora as much when her parents were ther
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What's In The Box? A Christmas Horror Story
Jamie was afraid at first when Ms. Cameron started living with his family. Ms. Cameron had been hired as his nanny since his parents were now working full time again, and they needed someone to watch Jamie when he came home from school. Jamie had never even needed a babysitter before in his life, so here was this strange lady he didn’t know, watching over him and preparing dinner for him while his mom and dad were out. It wasn’t something he was prepared for. None of his friends had nannies, so he couldn’t talk to them about it. His parents assured him Ms. Cameron was a very nice lady and she had lots of glowing recommendations from previous families.
It’s not that he thought Ms. Cameron was a bad person. Jamie just wasn’t sure what to think of her. But slowly, Jamie began to get used to Ms. Cameron, maybe he even liked her a little bit. She didn’t have weird tricks for doing math problems or sing songs while cleaning Jamie’s room, but she was
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Sailor Moon - Smart Shopper Rei-chan
“Christmastime is coming, the old men are getting fat. Please put a penny inside a goose’s hat.”
“Minako, you’ve got that rhyme mixed up.”
“I thought it was weird that a goose would wear a hat but who am I to judge?” Minako shrugged.
“Why would a goose wear a hat?” Rei asked in a huff.
“Well, that wouldn’t be the strangest thing we’ve seen in our lives, right?” Makoto chimed in, sensing Minako was beginning to (no pun intended) egg Rei’s temper.
“Besides, why can’t a goose get to wear a hat?” Minako stopped and dramatically shot her fist into the air. “Geese are people too!”
“You’re just doing this to me on purpose, aren’t you?” Rei somehow managed to be both deadpan and growl at the same time.
“S-so how’s everyone’s Christmas shopping going?” Makoto nervously laughed, holding up some shopping bags filled with baking ing
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HP: When You Mess With Reptiles
The two girls were lounging in an empty classroom, the door wide open. Both of them third years, the pale girl with the long and straight snow white hair was reading a Muggle magazine called “Entertainment Weekly” while the dark skinned girl with wavy, jet black hair scribbled away on a large blank pad.
“Oh I forgot to tell you, I got my Muggle Studies essay back today.” The white haired-girl, Nicole, pulled some roles of parchment.
“Oh yeah?” Gold, the black-haired girl, stopped sketching and looked towards her friend.
“Professor Burbage thinks I’m showing improvement.” Nicole handed the parchment over while she flipped a page in the magazine. “She especially liked the paragraph about why Muggles could make pictures on television sets move but not in actual photographs. I’m gonna write to Mum about it.”
“What do you think she’ll say?” Gold asked, scanning over the essay.
“That she has no da
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Ugly Contest
“Now smile!”
FLASH
The four male Robins, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne had finished posing for their annual Christmas photo at Wayne Manor. All four of them were dressed in ungodly horrific and tacky holiday sweaters.
“I don’t know why I agreed to this.” Jason, wearing a fuzzy red and green sweater decorated in puffy yellow stars, rubbed the bridge between his eyes.
“Yes,” Damian, inside a white sweater with a rhinestone designed mock up of Frosty the Snowman, snarked. “Don’t you have a meth lab to blow up or something, Todd?”
“Now come on guys,” Dick tried to play peacekeeper, it’s Christmas.” He was wearing the most horrible sweater of all. It looked like a facsimile of a Christmas tree with actual ornaments and bells sewn into the fabric. He jingled as he moves. There were even working lights. “And we all agreed-“
“Just promise me the Titans are never going t
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Literature
How Momma Ruined Christmas
December 24th - The Night Before Christmas
Baby Wildebeest was so proud of himself. He'd been working on this plan for days, and he was sure it was foolproof. He'd set up the ropes and wires, the milk and cookies, his hiding spot under the tree, everything. All he had to do was wait for just a little while, and then he'd have Santa Claus and everybody would know Santa was for real.
Now to just wait, and...
"My leg!"
Wow! That was fast!
Baby rushed up out of his spot to greet the jolly old man.
"Santa!"
Only it was-
"Mama?!"
Yes. Suspended in mid-air from a bunch of ropes and wires was Baby's beloved Mama, Pantha. She looked like a tangled up puppet... or someone out of an early 90s comic book.
"I'm pretty sure my leg isn't supposed to bend this way." Pantha complained.
"Mama!" Baby burst into tears. "You ruined my trap for Santa! How could you?!"
"Yes. Yes that is exactly what is wrong with this scenario." Pantha deadpanned, her upside down scowl looking like a smile. "That I ruined yo
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That Ain't Santa
December 19th – Saturn Girl and Dream Girl were preparing for the annual Legion holiday party.
“So we have Chlorophyll Kid growing the mistletoe,” Dream Girl read off the list of preparations on her computerized pad, “White Witch is working on the decorations while Polar Boy does the ice sculptures-“
“And NO alcohol.” Saturn Girl pointed out.
“Why not?” The white-haired Naltorian asked.
“Remember last year?” Saturn Girl sighed.

The Christmas party last year, and it seems Jo Nah and Mon-El were getting a little too into their cups. As the two mingled at the open bar…
“I’m just saying, there’s no way anyone could deliver presents that fast.” Jo swished his drink around as he continued the discussion about Santa Claus.
“I completely agree with you.” Mon drunkenly nodded his head.
“I mean sure, not everyone on Earth celebrated Christmas back then, but even then that
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The Doll
She clung to the doll and held it in her arms, when the doll would say ‘Mama.’
She clung to the doll and held it in her arms, when it stopped being able to say ‘Mama.’
She clung to the doll and held it in her arms, but when will she ask why she holds it at all?
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The Mirror
I didn’t look in the mirror so I don’t know what I would’ve seen.
But they told me I would know if I finally went and looked.
I wouldn’t look in the mirror because I was afraid I wouldn’t like what I’d see.
But they asked me how I would know if I never looked before.
I finally went to look in the mirror to see if I would like what I saw.
But the mirror was gone when I decided to take a look.
They told me it was my fault for taking so long to see.
But how can I be blamed, when they’re the ones who took it down.
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The Glass
You asked me if the glass was half empty or half full.
I said the glass was half full.
You asked me if the glass was half empty or half full.
I said the glass was half empty.
You asked me if the glass was half empty or half full.
I asked you, why does it matter so much to you, of what I see inside the glass.
You said you didn’t know.
I asked you if the glass was half empty of half full.
You said you didn’t know.
I asked you if the glass was half empty or half full.
You said you didn’t know.
I asked you, why does it matter so much as to what is in the glass.
You said you didn’t know.
And you just threw it on the floor.
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Titans - The Coldest Night
It was one of the coldest nights of the year, and even at the headquarters of the Titans, the former teen superheroes all grown up, there was a bitter chill pervading the night. The heating system had been badly damaged due to an attack from the newly reformed Dark Nemesis, and unfortunately, repairs wouldn’t be finished until the next day. Even worse, this was the third day of March and a record breaking snowstorm had brought temperatures down to a single digit.
In his room, Roy Harper, the scruffy, redheaded archer known as Arsenal, snoozed under four blankets in maroon mesh pajama pants, an oversized football jersey for the Oljato Coyotes, and thick socks. When suddenly…
“Psst. Psssst!” A voice went.
“s too early for school…” Roy mumbled in his sleep and turned on his side.
“Roy! Roy wake up!” The voice said more forcefully, this time extending a hand to shake Roy out of his slumber. Roy’s eyes fluttered to life but fought
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Batman Incorporated HQ
“Wingman, good, you’re here.” Batman, the Dark Knight of Gotham City, didn’t even need to turn around as he realized his former sidekick Jason Todd, the second Robin, the second Red Hood, and now the second Wingman, had entered the room.
“You can just call me Jason when we’re not in the field, you know.” Jason spoke as he removed his helmet, revealing his black hair with a white fringe that, you know, I’m not sure if it was because of the Lazarus Pit or the shock of coming back from the dead.
“I wanted to introduce you to our latest recruit, Wingman.” Batman passive aggressively voiced his displeasure at Jason referring to him by his first name. “He’s going to be patrolling Arizona for us.”
“’Hi, Jason. How’ve you been since I decided to forgive you for trying to kill my favorite kid and my only biological kid?’” Jason sardonically replied. “Oh I’m fine, Bruce, thanks for asking.”
“This is merely a trial period,” Batman chose to ignore such a remark as he got up from his computer and walked to the other end of the room, “So he’ll just be referred to as ‘The Batman of Arizona.’ I’m still in the process of branching out to the rest of the 50 states.”
“Let me know when we get a Batman in Iowa.” Jason rolled his eyes. “So why are you telling me specifically and not Grayson or Drake?”
“Because,” Batman opened the door and in stepped a figure in a similar looking Batman costume, “It’s someone you used to work with until recently.”
The suit looked similar, except the oval for the Batman symbol was colored red and the Bat was a bit more stylized. Jason couldn’t tell how was behind the mask, but noticed the figure was holding a crossbow with bat-styled darts. And then he spoke.
“Hey Jaybird.”
It took a moment for Jason’s brain to compute who was behind the mask.
“ROY?! WHAT THE HELL?!”
“I toldja he was gonna take it smoothly.” Roy Harper, a.k.a. Arsenal, nudged Batman with his elbow as if they were pals.
“WHY IS HE IN A BATMAN COSTUME?!” Jason continued shouting and gesturing to Roy.
“It seems like just about everyone’s been Batman at some point so I thought I’d give it a shot.” Roy grinned. “Hey, you think we can carpool?”
“AND A STATE?!” Jason further shouted trying to wrap his mind around the concept. “YOU GAVE HIM AN ENTIRE STATE?!”
“Indoor voice, Wingman.” Batman flatly responded.
“And why does he get to be Batman when I got stuck with some loser’s hand-me-downs?” Jason lowered his voice.
“Well I came with my own Robin.”
From behind Roy came a small girl with black hair dressed in a Robin costume.
“Hi Uncle Jaybird!” The girl was Lian Harper, Roy’s daughter. “Like my cape?” Lian asked as she dramatically swished her green cape.
“And he fit the criteria for certain arch enemy relations.” Batman added.
“You remember Cheshire, right?” Roy mentioned his ex-lover, a genocidal maniac and assassin, and Lian’s mother. The less said about her the better.
“She’s about as close to the Joker as one can get. No offense, Robin.” Batman apologized to Lian.
“It’s cool,” Lian smiled. “I know she’s horrible.”
“Does Green Arrow know you’re cheating on him?” Jason referred to Roy’s mentor Oliver Queen, a.k.a. Green Arrow.
“Oh he took it pretty well.” Roy mused.
(Meanwhile, in Star City, Oliver Queen was in the middle of sobbing in his girlfriend’s arms for what would be the fifth hour straight over how his former sidekick betrayed him to the enemy. “EVERYONE I LOVE LEAVES MEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!)
“Wait if she’s here, where’s the other one?” Jason asked. “Her brother, the one you just found out about?” Jason was referring to Thomas Blake Jr., Lian’s half brother conceived as part of Cheshire’s gambit to get out of a blackmail arrangement.
“Oh you mean Catboy.” Roy revealed a baby carrier in the other room, wherein Lian’s baby brother was dressed up in a green sequined costume and mask similar to one Catwoman had briefly worn.
“Doopy!” Tommy giggled and reached out to Jason.
“…why the sequins.” Jason didn’t so much as ask, but state.
“Because Catboy likes to feel pretty!” Lian huffed in her brother’s defense.
“Roy did you seriously let-“ Jason was cut off as Roy got in his face and did the best Batman impression he could.
“Catboy. Likes. To feel. PRETTY.”
The Batman of Arizona
Disclaimer: Characters owned by DC Comics.

Another Christmas gift, this time for a twitter friend.

A silly idea I had back when Batman Incorporated was still a thing.
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“-but when she turned around, she saw the maniac in the Santa suit standing in the doorway, just as he locked the door behind him with the kids still in the house!”
“*Gasp!* Did he kill the kids?”
“Nah. The neighbors saw what was happening and called the police.”
“Oh thank goodness.”
Christmas Eve, 20XX ~ Arizona Desert
Roy Harper and his daughter Lian were on a Christmas camping trip. It’d been an unbelievably upsetting and frustrating year for the two, where nearly everything that COULD have gone wrong DID go wrong.
And then it got worse.
But then thankfully, things got better.
Roy decided he wanted to spend part of Christmas just the two of them, so they’d decided to go camping. Lian was, naturally, worried about Santa Claus losing track of them if they weren’t at home, but Roy promised her Santa would find them.
Camping isn’t normally a thing people do for Christmas, but the Harpers adapted. They brought with them a fake cactus they decorated with summery-style ornaments and an angel dressed like it was going swimming. They roasted turkey over a fire and sang Christmas songs instead of campfire songs. They pointed out the constellations in the starry night sky. And they just finished telling Christmas ghost stories over the fire (although a maniac in a Santa suit isn’t technically a ghost story).
“Alright kiddo, time for sleep.” Roy got up and prepared to douse the campfire before Lian grabbed his arm and tried to make him sit back down.
“No I wanna hear one more story!” Lian pleaded, tugging on her dad’s right arm.
“You don’t want Santa to miss us tonight, do you?” Roy asked, the bucket of water still in his free hand.
“But I’m not tired yet.” Lian moaned, jumping up and down and trying to make Roy sit. “I wanna hear another story.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have let you have three of those gingerbread men s’mores.” Roy shook his head and set the bucket back down. “You definitely did not need the sugar boost.”
“Oh yeah like you’re one to talk.” Lian let go of her father’s arm and pinched his big belly.
“Hey!” Roy laughed, and she started chasing him around the fire.
“Um, actually,” Lian said as she started to calm down, “I wanna ask you something.”
“Please tell me it’s not about whether Santa is real or not.” Roy replied.
“Oh no, Aunt Oracle showed me the JLA security footage,” Lian revealed, “I know he’s real.”
“Well then by all means.” Roy sat down by the fire again and patted the ground next to him. Lian kneeled down next to her father and looked him straight in the eye.
“Daddy, do you not like Christmas?” She asked.
“Where’d you get that idea?” Roy responded, confused. Lian took a deep breath.
“Well I remember whenever we’d go to those Titans Christmas parties or JLA Christmas parties you never really seem happy and it’s that same kind of fake happy you have whenever Grandpa Ollie talks about some of the bad stuff between you guys and you tell him it doesn’t bother you and you always try to plan some camping trip or somewhere we’re not surrounded by all the decorations or presents and stuff, even though you tell me Santa will find us wherever we are.”
It took a moment for Roy to absorb his daughter’s entire quandary.
“You noticed that?”
“Oh I notice a lot of stuff.”
Lian stopped for a moment and narrowed her eyes at Roy.
“Santa DOES know to find us here, right?”
“Um, well, it’s a bit more complicated than that, hon.”
“I told you we should’ve planned this earlier so he’d know!” Lian groaned.
“No not that!” Roy tried to reassure Lian the big man in red knew where they were. “I mean, I don’t hate Christmas, Lian. Granted some of the songs are annoying as Hell, but if anything the whole thing makes me a little uneasy.”
“Is it cuz you grew up on a reservation?” Lian inquired.
“Kinda.” Roy sighed, turning his attention to the fire. “It’s not that Christmas wasn’t a thing Grandpa Brave Bow and the rest of the tribe was into. You gotta understand just because they were Navajo that didn’t mean they hated the season. But the missionary people and their kids would often get really snotty about it. It usually gave them an excuse to seem super charitable when they’d hand out gifts on the 25th because they thought we couldn’t afford to get anything for ourselves. During class they’d make us do Secret Santa and expect us to make stuff in art class.”
“We do that in school too!” Lian explained, although she still hadn’t been re-enrolled in school after all that previously mentioned unpleasantness. “Only the teachers call it ‘Holiday Elves’ because they don’t wanna offend anyone.”
“The teachers at my school could’ve learned something from them; we often had to talk about all that Jesus sacrificed for us. Anyway, we did celebrate Christmas. It wasn’t super flashy, but it was nice. Tasteful, I guess. I never expected a lot from Santa, but Grandpa Brave Bow came through with stuff, homemade archery stuff, books, clothes, stuff like that. It was only after I started living with Grandpa that things got a bit…,” Roy struggled to find the right word, “Awkward.”
“What happened?”
“Suddenly there was always so much stuff.” Roy motioned with his hands. “The decorations, the tree, the music, the TV specials, the stores, the gifts, all of it on that scale overwhelmed me a bit. I’d never experienced stuff like that before, and Ollie was trying to, I dunno, spoil me or something. Every 25th there’d be this mountain of gifts and stuff. I should’ve felt grateful, but, he was too overbearing. It was really the only time of the year when I was living with him that I felt like I was just some reservation charity case he decided to take pity on. Granted, this was before he decided to become champion of the downtrodden.”
“Did you ever tell Grandpa Ollie about how you felt?”
“You know your Grandpa and his idea of quality time. I’d wake up to all the gifts I could want, but he was rarely there to actually say ‘Merry Christmas.’ I’d get lucky if there was some bad guy causing trouble in Star City, but I don’t remember even having Christmas dinner with him until Grandma Dinah entered the scene.”
“What about Grandpa Roy Sr.?” Lian was now referring to her biological grandfather, Roy Harper Sr., a forest ranger who died when Roy was 3. “Do you remember ever doing anything with him?”
“Nah, I was too young.”
“So, Christmas makes you uncomfortable because…?” Lian wanted to hear a concrete reason from her dad. Roy thought for a moment.
“It makes me feel a bit weird because I remember how weird I felt during those first few Christmases with Grandpa Ollie. It was the entire sensory overload, and the feeling that I was supposed to be grateful or something that the great Oliver Queen chose me out of all the poor reservation children to shower with wealth. It’s not that big a deal, but,” Roy sighed in frustration, “I dunno. I might be over thinking stuff.”
“How come you let me celebrate Christmas then?” Lian wondered. “We decorate trees and put up decorations and you take me to see Santa at the mall. Why do it if it makes you feel weird?”
“Hey, just cuz it makes me feel a little weird doesn’t mean I’m gonna deprive you of the fun.” Roy messed up her hair. “That’s one thing a charity case like me can do.”
“Well, I don’t think you’re a charity case.” Lian asserted. “You’re a good dad.”
“You’re a good daughter.”
“And you’re SUCH a good dad you’ll let me open a gift early tonight, right?” Lian beamed. Roy opened his mouth but then Lian suddenly added “Kidding! I’m kidding! But wait a sec.”
“What’s up?” Roy asked as Lian suddenly pulled her overnight bag out and began rummaging through it.
“The other reason I wanted to ask you about Christmas is this.” Lian pulled out a framed photo from her bag and handed it to her father. “Sorry I didn’t wrap it.”
“What is…” Roy’s words seemingly died on his lips when, by the light of the fire, he could make out the image behind the glass. It was a group photo taken years back on the Oljato reservation of what seemed to be a small Christmas party. In the photo Roy could recognize Brave Bow alongside his birth father, and it seemed as though Roy Sr. was holding a baby in his arms.
“That’s not the only gift I got for you, but I had Aunt Oracle look for something like this. I was gonna try to find one that had your mom, but, it was kinda hard, even for Oracle.” Lian finished explaining.
“Geez, I can’t believe how young he was.” Roy turned to Lian. “Why’d you-“
“I thought maybe you missed your first two dads or something around Christmas so, I dunno, I thought this might help.”
“When did you get so introspective?” Roy mused.
“I died. This stuff happens.”
“Well, thank you hon.” Roy kissed her forehead.
“So that means I can open a gift early right?”
The Christmas Camp Out - A Roy/Lian Tale
Disclaimer: Characters owned by DC Comics.

A little something I wrote for my friend Levy for Christmas. Something that takes a bit after Lian was brought back after Convergence and focusing on Roy's life before Green Arrow entered the picture.
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“Here Rei, Merry Christmas!”

Minako thrust a box wrapped in shiny red and purple paper into Rei’s arms. Rei did not immediately take the picture from Minako’s hands, though.

“This isn’t another box of personalized vibrators is it?” Rei suspiciously eyed Minako.

“Nah I’m sick of that being my default gift. Open it open it!” Minako happily bounced up and down. Rei, slowly, began to unwrap the present, finding a long white box.

“I swear to God if this explodes in my face-“

“You’re so paranoid, Rei.” Minako cut off Rei’s accusations. “It’s Christmas!”

Cautiously, warily, Rei removed the top of the box and she FOUND… a lovely white cashmere sweater.

“It, it’s beautiful.” Rei couldn’t believe it.

“I thought it brings out your eyes.” Minako gushed.

Rei then set the sweater down, narrowing her eyes at Minako once more.

“Wait. Is it filled with itching powder? Fleas? Something asinine written on the back like ‘Kick Me’ or ‘Free Hugs’ in time delayed invisible ink?”

“Oh come on!” Minako huffed. “Would I be THAT obvious?”



Christmas came and went, the New Year arrived, the seasons went through their usual routine and soon the weather became cold again.

“Brr, getting kind of chilly out.” Minako zipped up her jacket inside Rei’s room. “Hey Rei, do you still have that sweater I gave you last year?”

“Yes and you can’t borrow it.” Rei didn’t look up from her math notes as she said this.

“Well, I haven’t seen you wear it that often.” Minako pouted. “I was wondering if maybe you didn’t like it something. Or, maybe you didn’t have it anymore.”

“What are you implying?” Rei stood up and leaned down towards Minako’s eye level, feeling extremely offended. “That I gave it away? That I pawned it off on someone? That if I didn’t like it I would’ve weaseled out of not telling you I didn’t like it?”

“Look if you didn’t like the sweater-“

“Because I’ll have you know I’ve got it right here!” Rei whipped out the sweater from the closet.

“Oh!” Minako beamed. “I’m so glad you kept it.”

“Damn right I kept it!”

And then all of a sudden a big, BIG smile slowly emerged across Minako’s face. Rei didn’t like the look in her eyes.

“What?”

“You kept it.” Minako repeated.

“I…”

Rei threw the sweater on the floor and stomped into the hallway.

“GOD. DAMN. IT.”

“Yep, I’m never that obvious.” Minako sighed in content.
Minako Plans Ahead - A Rei/Minako Folly
Disclaimer: Characters owned by Naoko Takeuchi

I wrote this as a little something for someone on tumblr. The story's a reference to the infamous "SO I KEPT IT" debacle from the DiC Sailor Moon dub.
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Hey guys. Sorry it's been so long but at least I'm trying to add stuff to the gallery.

This last year's been extremely hectic for me. My mother moved back so I've had to deal with arguments between her and my sibling far too much, and I'm worried I'm backsliding in my therapy sessions with Dr. Johnson. I'm hoping there won't be any problems with my birthday this year.

I'm turning 27 in a couple of weeks, and if anyone wants to draw me something or get me art or anything I made up a couple of wishlists for my b-day.

judedeluca.tumblr.com/post/168…

judedeluca.tumblr.com/post/168…

I also recently set up a ko-fi account. I didn't intend to use it so I could get tips or anything. I joined the site to donate to others and when I tried to create my profile, the account just opened.

ko-fi.com/A2664URX

So if anyone wants to tip me for my writing that'd be cool.

I haven't said what I'd like for Christmas though if anyone's wondering.

I have to get on track with doing some writing as Christmas gifts for my friends now. I still haven't even finished decorating the tree.
Nora was spending Christmas with her grandma this year, because her parents were called away overseas on business and her older brother was in college. As it was, Nora’s grandfather had died the previous year from complications related to cancer, and all of their other relatives were off having Christmas celebrations of their own. So because it was going to be just the two of them, Nora’s grandma suggested they celebrate Christmas early and invited some of Nora’s friends for a sleepover a couple of days before the 25th. That way Nora could have fun with her friends before they went on trips with their families, and so the two of them wouldn’t feel so alone on the holiday. It was going to be a great Christmas.
Except for one thing.
Something was wrong with the lock to the back door. The key turned in the lock, but for some reason the door could be forced open even if the knob couldn’t be turned. It didn’t bother Nora as much when her parents were there, but her grandma got worried and wanted to make sure the door stayed locked. She didn’t want the parents of Nora’s friends to find out and worry about them. So Nora helped her grandma take some heavy boxes from the basement and stacked them against the back door, boxes no one would be able to push aside if they wanted to get in. That made Nora’s grandma feel better, and that made Nora better. Truly, it was going to be a great Christmas.
Nora’s friends came that even with pillows, sleep clothes, toothbrushes, snacks, CDs, books, and presents to exchange. There was Karen, Linda, Eve with her chipped front tooth, and shy Queenie whom the girls only knew for a couple of months. Nora’s grandma made up a scrumptious feast of homemade pizza and pasta and freshly baked bread. For dessert the girls had a store bought ice cream cake and gingerbread men Nora made earlier in the day. They were a little burnt, but nobody minded. The girls exchanged presents, and Karen even surprised Nora’s grandma with a gift she got for her after she was invited to the party. Karen was sappy like that. This was shaping up to be a great Christmas.
It got late and then the girls started to get bored, but everyone was too wired on junk food and sweets to want to sleep. Nora’s grandma was kicking herself for indulging their collective sweet tooth, when it was Queenie of all people who had the idea. It was after she saw the heavy boxes stacked by the back door, and after she saw all the dark trees and things lined up behind the house. Autumn had lasted longer than everyone expected, so many of the trees still had their leaves, making the darkness in the back yard seem deeper even by the standards of winter. Inspired, Queenie suggested everyone tell ghost stories, like she heard they used to do a long time ago. Nora’s grandma thought that was a wonderful idea, and that made Nora happy because her parents would never suggest something like that for Christmas. Indeed, this was a great Christmas.
Nora nestled up by her grandma’s side, and grandma wrapped her arms around Nora as the girls went around the room.
Queenie went first, and told a story inspired by the woods, she said. A story about a boy who went camping in the woods behind his house with his parents. But when it was over, the boy’s mother would find him trying to leave the house and go back to the woods every night. No matter what they tried, the boy wouldn’t tell them why, until one night his father suggested they see where he was trying to go. They followed their son deep into the woods, until he arrived at a cave. The mother wanted to stop her son, but the father was still determined to see what had the boy so fascinated, so they followed him into the cave. They kept walking and walking until they saw their son stop, and heard him say “I brought your parents for you.”
Nora’s grandma had begun scratching Nora’s cheek. Nora asked why and her grandma said she was trying to get rid of some pizza sauce that dried on Nora’s cheek. The girls teased Nora for what a good grandma she had. Annoyed, Nora turned her gaze out the window towards the trees in the backyard.
Next came Eve, who told a silly little tale about how she possibly chipped her front tooth. Every summer her parents would drive by this cute little diner on their way to their friend’s house in New Jersey, but they never stopped to eat there. Every time they’d drive by, she’d see this girl in a burger costume holding up a sign advertising for people to try their food. The one year Eve didn’t see the girl outside the diner was the year her parents finally stopped to eat. The diner was run by a man and woman who were skinnier than anyone Eve ever saw. Eve asked if they knew what happened to the girl who wore the burger costume, but Eve’s parents told her not to bother them. Her family ordered burgers, and they tasted amazing, until Eve bit down on something hard and felt her tooth crack. She ran into the bathroom and saw, a little piece of her front tooth had been broken by something. Eve felt around in her mouth and pulled something out from the chewed pieces of burger and bun and vegetable. A fully formed tooth. One that didn’t come from her mouth. And then Eve realized she wasn’t alone in the bathroom, when the woman behind the counter appeared. Without saying a word, she plucked the tooth from Eve’s hands and left the bathroom. When Eve left, she saw her parents, still eating, not realizing the man and woman were staring at them. The woman turned to Eve, and placed her index finger to her lips in a shushing motion. The man turned to Eve, and held up a big meat cleaver. Eve left without saying a word.
No one believed that story. Karen even pointed out she knew Eve chipped her tooth when she tripped and banged her mouth on a banister at school. Nora felt her grandma scratching her cheek again, but claimed it was just a reflex. Nora wondered if maybe her grandma was getting scared, and decided not to make a fuss.
Linda claimed her story really did happen, and it happened to her little brother during Christmas one year. On December 24th, he went downstairs after his parents had placed everything under the tree and gone to bed. He got down on his hands and knees and began looking at all the packages trying to find ones with his names on them. He saw a really big box made out to him that he tried to pull out from under the tree, but he must’ve done something to shake the tree, and one of the heavy plastic branches fell and pinned him underneath with his hands wrapped around the box. One of the ornaments on the fallen branch began playing a version of “We’re Off To See The Wizard” and so her brother tried screaming for help when suddenly, the box he held onto began to move. Her brother heard horrible noises coming from inside the box and it violently shook, wedged under the branch. Her brother screamed and screamed, but no one found him until a few hours later. Linda’s parents pulled him out from under the tree, and saw something had bitten his arm pretty badly. It turned out their parents got him the puppy he always wanted, and placed it in a box with some air holes. The puppy got scared when the box was crushed by the branch, and began clawing and biting his way through until, so frightened, he bit her brother’s arm. No one had been able to find the puppy afterwards.
Everyone thought Linda’s story was sick, but she insisted her brother was still getting therapy for it. Nora felt herself getting a little sleepy as she continued staring at the woods outside while her grandma scratched her cheek. Only she was doing it a bit harder. Nora asked her grandma to ease up a little. Her grandma apologized, but didn’t stop.
Karen followed up with a story about a mermaid. Every summer a girl’s family vacationed at a lake, and the girl’s family didn’t know she was friends with a mermaid who lived in the water. Every morning the girl got up before her family and would swim around with her friend, telling her about what it was like on land while the mermaid talked about life in the lake. The girl’s parents believed the mermaid was imaginary and humored her. One year, the girl was happy to learn her parents were taking her to spend Christmas at the house by the lake. The girl was secretly happy she got to see her friend a second time, but was dismayed to see the lake had frozen over. The ice was so thick she could barely see the water underneath, but frequently tried to find her friend in the water. Dismayed at her lack of success, the girl was not enjoying her Christmas. The girl’s parents surprised her with a pair of ice skates, and taught her how to skate one afternoon. The girl got the hang of it and started to enjoy skating on the lake alone. On the day they were going to leave, the girl decided to do some skating alone in the early morning. She leaped, she twirled, she did figure eights, she had fun, but just wished she’d seen her friend. When a grotesque, slimy thing burst through the ice and lunged at the girl. As she screamed, the foul smelling beast dragged the girl underneath the water. It apologized for not saying hello sooner, but was in the middle of its winter hibernation and wasn’t expecting the girl. Unfortunately, it also woke up feeling hungry…
The girls frantically asked if the monstrous mermaid really ate the girl, but Karen told them to make their own conclusions. Now it was Nora’s turn, but the moment she went to open her mouth, her grandma said she had a story to tell instead. Everyone was intrigued, while Nora relaxed because truthfully she didn’t have a story to share. She had no inspiration from the woods like Queenie did. Nora’s grandma continued to scratch her cheek, and Nora wondered how her grandma’s hand wasn’t tired.
Nora’s grandma began to tell a story about a girl who wanted to wait up and meet Santa Claus. She camped out on the couch by the fireplace, nestled up in an old quilt and propped up on pillows. By the table was a plate of cookies and a glass of milk. The girl hoped the milk wouldn’t go bad by the time Santa arrived. Unfortunately, the girl had gotten too comfortable, resting on that soft, warm couch, snuggled just so…
Nora felt a yawn coming on, but didn’t want to be rude.
Sometime later, the girl fell asleep, with her back turned to the fireplace. It wasn’t a deep sleep, even though she was so comfortable, so she awoke when she heard the footsteps. The girl tried not to make a sound, believing it was Santa Claus. She was so excited, but suddenly she was afraid, because what would Santa do if he found out she was awake. She didn’t want to scare him away, or what if there was some rule to seeing Santa that she didn’t know about. She hadn’t thought this through at all.
Nora felt her eyes begin to droop, even though she wanted to listen.
The footsteps stopped by the couch, and the girl could feel the presence of someone standing behind her for the longer time. Was Santa trying to see if she was still awake? She tried her best to pretend she was still asleep, when she felt a beard brush her cheek and a pair of lips plant a deep kiss on her skin. The girl felt her heart almost stopped. Had she just been kissed by Santa Claus? Then she heard Santa leave the room. The girl was wide awake, confused, a little frightened, but excited. What did this mean?
Nora adjusted herself in her grandma’s lap, and noticed something out in the woods. In the dark. What was that?
The girl couldn’t believe it, couldn’t contain it any longer. She jumped off the couch and began calling for her parents when, suddenly, she heard a noise in the chimney. The girl hid behind the couch as a black boot came out of the chimney, seemingly immune to the fire. The black boot was connected to a leg in red pants, trimmed with white fur, and sure enough, Santa Claus emerged with his big sack of presents and began to intricately arrange many brightly colored packages under the tree before leaving to deliver gifts to another family.
It seemed to be coming closer.
Now the girl was more confused. Because, if she’d just seen Santa emerge from out of the chimney, then, who…? The girl ran to her parents’ bedroom and began banging on the door, frightened and worried. The girl yanked on the door with all her might, when she suddenly remembered something. Her parents never locked their bedroom door. And then she heard the footsteps again.
The girls all listened with rapt attention, but all Nora could focus on was the thing coming ever closer.
The little girl didn’t scream as she heard the footsteps get closer, but she couldn’t tell where they were coming from. The house was dark and they sounded so loud, like they were everywhere. And then she heard the breathing.
It was almost by the window now.
The little girl had no choice but to flee from the house. And she would’ve.
Except for one thing.
Nora couldn’t cry out.
The lock on the backdoor was broken, so her parents had stacked a bunch of heavy boxes in front of the door until they could get it repaired. But the girl saw none of the boxes had been moved.
It was by the window now.
And then the girl realized…
It smiled at Nora.
“You didn’t lock your front door.”
Nora finally screamed.
The girls and Nora’s grandma all turned to the window by the back door, but as they got up to check, no one was there. Nora said she thought she saw a man, and her grandma apologize for scaring her like that. Although Nora’s friends asked why the girl hadn’t tried to open the front door to begin with, her grandma said the man locked the door when he came in so it wouldn’t have mattered. It was then Nora’s grandma saw how late it was and decided it was now time to sleep. The girls nestled in their sleeping bags, but before her grandma went to bed, Nora asked if she made sure the front door was locked. Her grandma assured her it was, and Nora drifted off to sleep on the couch. Yes, this had been a great Christmas.
But a little while later, Nora’s eyes flitted open, and she could feel her grandma scratching her cheek again. Tired, Nora wondered if she’d actually dreamed about the man by the window, and apologized for falling asleep during her grandma’s story. Her grandma told her it was alright, and asked if Nora would like to hear the rest. Her grandma repeated the story about the little girl and Santa and the intruder, but it sounded almost exactly as Nora had heard it in her dream.
Except for one thing.
At the beginning, after the little girl’s parents got her tucked in her blankets in the couch, they had checked to see if the door was locked. And it was.
Nora’s grandma scratched her cheek harder.
Only, Nora asked, how did the man get in if the front door was indeed locked?
Simple, her grandma said. He’d snuck in when her parents weren’t paying attention. Like, when they were focused on her so they wouldn’t have noticed or heard the front door opening.
Nora’s grandma had stopped.
Or like they’d all been by the back window.
Nora looked up.
A Great Christmas
This is a thing which came to me in a dream a few hours ago and I just had to get it down on something.
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Favourite genre of music: Rock, Anime Soundtracks
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Hey guys. Sorry it's been so long but at least I'm trying to add stuff to the gallery.

This last year's been extremely hectic for me. My mother moved back so I've had to deal with arguments between her and my sibling far too much, and I'm worried I'm backsliding in my therapy sessions with Dr. Johnson. I'm hoping there won't be any problems with my birthday this year.

I'm turning 27 in a couple of weeks, and if anyone wants to draw me something or get me art or anything I made up a couple of wishlists for my b-day.

judedeluca.tumblr.com/post/168…

judedeluca.tumblr.com/post/168…

I also recently set up a ko-fi account. I didn't intend to use it so I could get tips or anything. I joined the site to donate to others and when I tried to create my profile, the account just opened.

ko-fi.com/A2664URX

So if anyone wants to tip me for my writing that'd be cool.

I haven't said what I'd like for Christmas though if anyone's wondering.

I have to get on track with doing some writing as Christmas gifts for my friends now. I still haven't even finished decorating the tree.

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Thanks for the fave on Strange Matter! :)
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I'm doing a review of The Midnight Game for a website called Point Horror.
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Happy Birthday! And Merry Christmas!
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Happy birthday.
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Thanks for the :+fav:, dude. :highfive:
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Thank you for all the favs!!
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Happy Birthday! And Merry Christmas!
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Thanks for watching!
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Xenobody Featured By Owner May 2, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Strange, how have I not been watching your gallery? I apologize for the oversight. Also, I hope matters have improved for you. It seems like things have been tough lately (to put it mildly). 
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Hi Jude

Thanks for the watch :) :) :)

Have a lovely day
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