· A MERRY HOLIDAY OPEN POST (CMO) ·

[hobbitholmes]

🎄 A MERRY HOLIDAY OPEN POST 🎄

THERE WILL ALWAYS BE A TIME
WHEN THE WORLD IS FILLED WITH PEACE AND LOVE

A MERRY HOLIDAY OPEN POST

Welcome to the open post for synthneon for the Christmas Season!! Winter Memes abound!

An obvious yet, I feel I need to state it, note: NO POLITICS. The point of the season is to put your differences aside and come to love and understand your fellow man. Whatever might be going on in the real world, please, put that aside.

Now, grab a blanket, some cocoa, and lets have some holiday fun! Feel free to mix and match!

🎄 Oh, let it snow, let it snow!

❄️ Snow Fun.
How about a snow fort? A snow ball fight? Taking a stroll the winter woods? What about the first snowfall of the year? Whatever it is, it's here! The marshmallow world is upon us and it's time to bust out the boots and mittens.

❄️ Sleigh Bells Ringing.
Up for something a bit more romantic? How about a sleigh ride together? Middle of the city, out in the woods. Maybe you're shocked people still even do it!

❄️ Christmas Shopping.
Tis the season. Hit the shops and parks! Maybe you know the exact gift you want... maybe you're looking for the perfect one. Either way, keep warm! It's snowing!

🎄 Sounds that tell us it's Christmastime again!

🌟 Decorating.
Time to put up the decorations! The wreaths, the garlands, the tree! What sort of crazy shenanigans happen? What about reminiscing over family memories? Open up those boxes and let's get going!

🌟 Baking.
Well, while they are decorating, what about the baking? The cookies, the treats, the cakes, the fruitcake. That needs to be done too! Let them argue over the tree as you work in the kitchen.

🌟 Cursed Mistletoe.
Honestly, it was coming. That mistletoe someone put up while you weren't looking is there. Does it make you kiss someone? What about admit feelings you hid all year? Or, for the over achievers, maybe it makes that passion come out and well... make sure you let us know that's gonna be NSFW.

🎄 We Wish You A Merry Christmas!

🎁 Christmas Eve.
Gathering for the festivities of the actual holiday! Games, parties, drinking, yule logs, everything needed for the season. Maybe even a nice dinner can happen before Santa shows up with some presents....

🎁 Christmas Morning.
Santa came! Presents are under the tree magically! Get the pajamas, the hot drinks, blankets, and pass around the presents to be opened. Maybe some more family will stop by later in the day. For now, just enjoy time one another and see what you gifted one another!

🎁 The Day After.
Well, you made it. It was tough but another holiday season is put to bed.... now what?

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bruce wayne/batman | dceu | ota

[menarebrave]

Christmas Eve @ Wayne Manor

[takingthemdown]

[ Jason had missed Thanksgiving, though two days after he had called Alfred out to meet him for lunch with apologies. The Outlaws got stranded on a job that went over. When it came to Alfred he had none of Jason's anger, he thought of the man just as much of a parent as his dead parents and Bruce. Sometimes family had bad blood. Sometimes things happened.

He didn't make any promises about coming again, he didn't RSVP, and yet, about 11:30 on Christmas Eve, early for a Bat but later than he had intended to be. A black '70 Challenger was shut off in the drive before Wayne Manor. Sure it stood outline a sore thumb but this was one time his bike would be a hindrance. Roy had gone back to Star City to chill with Oliver, and Starfire was with the Titans without families, so Jason decided to finally give it a shot.

With a large box under his arm, he went up and rang the bell. Sure, this was home but even when he lived he it took forever for him to stop ringing the bell. From Street Rat to Gotham Prince, it had been a change that still shook him now when little did. Once the door was open the box in his hands was dropped down to pull the old man into a bear hug, pleasant greetings exchanged as Jason waved his hands away from his box hauling it back up. Following Alfred inside the bowls of the house.]

I meant to be here earlier but shit came up, ya know, Alfie? Of course, is B here? I forgot to let you guys know so if he's out doing charity or whatever that's fine to.

[ A habit from his youth that never changed, Jason rambled when he got nervous. A simple pair of suit pants and a suit shirt, his leather jacket over it and bruises and nicks all over his face, but he was trying. ]

i'm already dying

[menarebrave]

[ Surprising to all, Bruce was home in the manor. He had stopped in at the Wayne Christmas Party, making his speech and congratulating everyone for another good year. They were steering things in a positive manner since the death of Superman. Wayne Financial was on its way to being rebuilt in Metropolis. Things looked good as the year ended.

More or less.

He stands in the study that once belonged to his father. The repairs on the manor had been extensive. Some areas were still under repair. The majority had returned to some former glory. Not much, but enough that the building could be inhabited again. What about the glass house? Well, the entrances to the Bat Cave had been sealed and filled in. It really is nothing more than a glorified guest house... or if one of the others decided to move in.

Bruce crosses his arms over his chest and looks up at the blank space on the wall. A family portrait had hung there at one point. ]

"Things always come up, Master Jason. It is a habit any of the Waynes seem to have." [ Alfred gives the man a knowing look as he escorts Jason up the stairs and the way to the study. ] "Master Bruce came home a number of hours ago."

christmas eve. | wayne manor.

[spe]

[ three knocks on the door, and that's all it takes. clark stands back, a gift package in his hands — small, but wrapped well. he knows that bruce wants and needs for nothing — but guilt would churn in clark's gut all night if he hadn't have brought something. it's a wallet, leather-bound and relatively pricey, and clark knows that there's a chance ( however small ) that bruce might even like it.

the night is cold in gotham — the wind chipping away at clark's features as he stands, condensation exiting his mouth in white wisps. his jaw tenses against it, his coat wrapped around his shoulders. his inner warmth, just like the sun, keeps him relatively safe, but the whipping air is icy. he can't wait to get inside, no matter how insecure he is about how this will play out. ]

decooraaating

[speedyarcher]

[ mia can't remember if she had ever done this before. sure, when she was still on the street she and the other girls would find some cast off decorations somewhere that was sadder than they were. but it never really felt like christmas. even before it had never felt like christmas. santa never came to the dearden house. there was no joy. no magic. that was probably why she had been annoying alfred for weeks about getting a tree. she didn't know if it would be something bruce would be interested in but she didn't really care. she wanted to have christmas one way or another.

that was how she ended up in the living room of the lake house standing on a step stool decorating a giant tree wearing a batman themed ugly christmas sweater. christmas music was playing off her phone as she hummed along tossing tinsel over the branches. she almost felt like a kid which is probably why she has plans for the whole room whether bruce like it or not. ]

festive recruiting for jl

[chuju]

[ It's almost Christmas. Everything in the nicer parts city of Gotham seems to have been covered with garlands, bows, and twinkling lights in an attempt to hide the fact that the poorer, darker bits exist at all. Every store window has been frosted around the edges, displays have been transformed into winter wonderlands, and every restaurant and cafe has added festive items to their menus.

Three years. For three years, she's been in this world, searching for a way to get back to her own. It seems so much longer sometimes, especially at this time of year where there's no possible way of avoiding just how alone she is. Constantly traveling to track down the latest lead that inevitably fails to pan out, she hasn't given herself the chance to make friends or any other kind of emotional tie and it's finally starting to truly wear at her.

When she isn't trying to find her way back to her team, she stays busy by donning her Quake persona again. The benefit of traveling so much is that so far no one's been able to pin her down, though this world doesn't seem too interested in outing its superheroes — they're all masked and secretive here, which is just fine by her. Gotham has been a bit different though — she's been here three weeks now and there's been more than enough crime to keep her occupied. No amount of tinsel and Christmas cheer could hope to cover up how dark this city can be.

Duffel bag in hand, she wearily walks into the diner in the early hours of the morning, taking up a spot in a booth where she can clearly see the exits. She's beat the morning rush, which is just fine by her — she'd gotten a beating herself the night before while taking out a group of thugs and all she wants is an entire pot of coffee and whatever festive sugary monstrosity is on offer this week. ]

godmods you into some surly christmas shopping

[untie]

[ dick honestly doesn't understand how they got from wayne manor to the supermarket. he's not surprised by anything anymore.

the reason why he's even in gotham is simple: alfred. all his foster grandfather had to do was call him up, ask him how he was, and then request he detail his christmas plans. the moment dick hesitated (as he always does), alfred had already booked him a plane and had made arrangements for him to spend christmas at home.

it's only been three days since being roped into alfred's usual christmas tradition of lassoing him back to gotham, and he's already fallen into his usual surliness of disliking everything. the snow is cold, the lights are too bright, and the christmas tree is obnoxiously tall and insufferable in the already insufferable manor.

the supermarket's hardly any better.

leaning against the cart, he sighs as he looks away from bruce's back. this is the tenth aisle that they've walked into where bruce has made him stop and wait for almost fifteen minutes as he sizes up the items on the shelf. this time, it's christmas decorations. all the baubles look the same to dick, but to bruce, it's almost like the supermarket management team is trying to trick him. ]

Alfred will be grateful for anything, Bruce. Come on.

[ dick has never been the best shopper. ]

john constantine | constantine/hellblazer | ota

[hellblaze]

Mistletoe because why not, maybe other stuff

[misembraced]

"So," she says, lighting up a cigarette, heedless of how flammable vampires are supposed to be.

"Are you the holiday cheer sort?" For her part, Bet's not even dressed for the weather. A short leather jacket over a tank isn't exactly warm looking. And her boots are definitely not winter wear. She's not even bothering to pretend.

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house...

[thewhitecanary]

Ever since their encounter in the woods, Sara was continuously popping into the other John's world. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason behind it either. One minute she'd be on the Waverider and the next she'd be in another world, wherever John happened to be at the time. It was weird, even for her.

Christmas Eve seemed to be no different because she was in the middle of drinking some eggnog with the crew when she ended up back in the other world again. This was getting really annoying. Though at least it hadn't happened when she was doing something...embarrassing or vulnerable.

Somehow neither John had been able to fix it either. She was just getting used to dealing with it now.

"Oh come on, Mick was just about to read The Night Before Christmas for all of us."

holiday shenanigans at lux y/n?

[fallin1]

"So, not only do you have the audacity to show your face here, but not even an attempt at the dress code was made," said right at Constantine's ear before he slides around to sit across from him in the booth drink in hand.

"I'm not sure which sin is more heinous at the moment but I'm sure we'll rack up a few more on the scales if given a few more minutes." The smile that was polite and gracing his features falters after the group of people that was nearby mingling wanders away. Lucifer's jaw ticks as he takes a drink of his scotch, and regards the magician across from him coolly.

"Why are you here in my club, Johnny?"

christmas morning.

[deportation]

There isn't a lot of soul traffic that catches his attention in the past week and work, if he can call it that, is slow. After everything that's gone down, he'd like to think they made a dent in things with all the effort that went into stopping the bullshit with the spear and all. But in his experience, God's got too rotten of a sense of humor for that to be it.

By the time he gets to his apartment for the night, shouldering through crowds of families out enjoying shopping and the holiday spirit in the air, he's already exhausted. That's when he notices the shift in the air. Like the beginnings of a mirage in the desert trembling in the air.

It's been a while since this particular feeling has cropped up but he's familiar. It isn't the first time and he surmises it won't be the last. He grabs the good scotch off the counter and two glasses, pouring two doubles out into them and setting one down as he rifles through his pockets for his cigarettes and lighter. This sort of magic always has an certain presence to it, like a barometric pressure drop before a storm. Hint of ozone in the air.

"It's Christmas morning," he starts, since it always seems to be a good idea to share the when and the where. Level ground. "I'd have got you something if I knew you were coming."

No, he wouldn't have.

christmas eve. casual voicetesting whaaa?

[hacksessory]

"Who doesn't have tape? Everyone has tape. Everyone except the Master of the Dark Arts, I wonder if he has that patented. Might need to look into that---" Zari says, mostly to herself, heels clicking as she moves through the room, idly rifling through old boxes and making a face when dust flies up. A soft cough and a quick wave of her hand dispels it for the most part but this room is definitely going on the list for cleaning and reorganizing after the holiday season is through. Gross.

Smoothing down the hem of her festive sweater dress, she slips past a funny looking hourglass and nearly knocks it over, barely managing to stop it crashing over. But, crisis averted! She's just about to give up when she notices the little plastic dispenser and gives a little ha! aloud, snatching it up and heading for the door leading back to the study where they were wrapping presents. Except that is not tile. That's wood that she's walking on now and that door was definitely not the one she just walked through. Oh, boy.

Shoulders rocking as she quells the nervous feeling that threatens to creep up, Zari's jaw works a moment before she utters a quiet: "John?" into the very musty, old-smelling, and incredibly chaotic whatever this was. Was she just kidnapped? Do bad guys not have any sense of decency at all? It's fine, nothing to worry about at all. She---has a tape dispenser.

And she isn't afraid to use it.

nathan drake | uncharted | ota

[unfortunenate]

morpheus/dream | sandman (dc comics) | ota

[bringadream]

jesse faden | control | OTA

[outlierdirector]

the day after. | the fbc.

[indagatio]

[ casper has never known what to do with gifts. his fellow employees, his interns — they had all gotten him something. whether it be mugs or packages of coffee or homemade sweets — he doesn't have a clue what to do with it all. he usually packs the food away in the refrigerator, and the rest of the items go into boxes. it's not that he doesn't like christmas, but the idea of it doesn't quite sink into his bones.

when he arrives at work the next morning — he gets straight to his duties. everyone else seems to be recovering from the holiday, but not him. he had spent it, alone, sitting in his apartment, listening to carolers go door-to-door down the hall. he remembered his childhood — making cookies with his mother to put out for santa. he wondered, and still does, where his devout appreciation for the holiday went.

pouring himself a cup of coffee — casper watches the interns as they all yawn and talk amongst each other about what they did and who they did it with. he doesn't feel lonely per se, but there is a certain isolation in his chest. without showing it, he makes his way to his office, then sits at his desk, gathering paperwork for his next presentation. ]

helen magus | sanctuary | ota

[notanemptymotto]

[atticwitch]

Helen has been arguably one of the best parental figures in Davina's life. After she was stripped of her Regent status, shunned and cast out of her coven, she was lost in a big way. Betrayed by the father-figure she'd leaned on for years, she said 'screw it' and decided to leave New Orleans all together. She ran into Helen on happenstance, and it might be the best accident of her life.

This is her first Christmas at the Sanctuary, and she honestly has no idea what to expect. Christmas has always been one of her favorites, though. The joy and the time spent with people that are important to you are just so genuinely good feelings and Davina could use a lot more of those these days.

"So... what's first?" she asks, bright curiosity flooding her features.

decorating with a side of getting to know you, I guess?

[40seconds]

Coulson doesn't often make visits, let alone social calls, simply because he has too much on his plate to even have time for those things. But it's the holidays, and there's someone he needs to have a talk with. Frankly, he's not sure what to call the purpose for his visit, because it's not so much that he needs to call in a favor as it is needing advice.

And although he only has a surface knowledge of what Helen Magnus is like, he knows it's not reaching to say she's insightful. He's waiting in the foyer, when something catches his eye: a garland is beginning to slip from where it's mounted, and, well, he'd hate for the overall look to be disturbed.

So he crosses over to it, and reaches up to try and push it back into place. He's so engrossed in what he's doing that he doesn't even realize that the person he's supposed to be meeting has just entered the room.

... What was that they say about making first impressions? Touching other people's things, even something as minor as Christmas decorations, probably isn't recommended by the etiquette experts, but it's a little too late now.

strong arms you into christmas decorating in mathias

[descendent]

The general store in Mathias only had so much on offer, but Elena had slipped on her Caroline pants of positivity and had insisted on trying to dress up the little rundown town as best as she could. Everyone in Mathias did deserve a nice Christmas, didn't they? After all the awful things that had happened in everyone's short span of time, she thought that they all deserved a little Christmas cheer and she deserved a distraction from the fact it was her first Christmas without her aunt.

Outside the Boarding House, Elena tucked her hands into her thick coat—the only thick coat that she could find in town that was her size—and tucked her hands as close to her body as possible.

"Are you sure you don't mind coming with me?" she asked, scrunching up her face in feigning of guilt.

Although Helen had so kindly offered to join her, Elena had purposefully plotted to have her come along. All she had to do was say a few words, sigh heavily, and pout in disappointment at not having anyone to help her go Christmas shopping with in order to snare her. It wasn't entirely kind, but John had told her not to feel too awful about it. Caroline would be very proud of her.

decorating.

[oldhound]

The holidays are not exactly the sort of thing he goes in for. Good memories attached to them are incredibly few and far between and date back to Jurassic times. Even the more recent types are spotty and he mostly settles for sending a present along with Chas to give to Geraldine so long as it doesn't have his name attached to it. Last thing either of them needs is an earful from Renee.

"So we're clear: if I open any of these boxes and that ruddy Elfen monstrosity is peeking out at me, I take no responsibility for setting it alight."

Though most of what Helen has littered about is old. But then it would be. He's barely touched a thing and he's already got glitter dusted all over. He shrugs out of his coat and tosses it over a high-backed chair, rolling up his sleeves and starting to pull out a large garland.

"This is for last year, isn't it? Told you I was useless at baking but you insisted."

some AU goodness here, hope this is okay

[lovescold]

Things were never supposed to have gone this far or this badly, but like it or not, they had. Elsa's powers were misunderstood; that much was clear, but in this case, what happened was no one's fault but her own. Luckily, no permanent damage had been done, but there was still some lingering trauma amongst the kingdom's citizens and within Elsa herself.

She's still not sure how she was fortunate enough to have been allowed to come here, as opposed to being kept locked up so that she couldn't hurt anyone else, but she's finally convinced herself that maybe she shouldn't question it so much. It could still be taken away from her, and that would be devastating.

Still, she keeps to herself as much as possible, not wanting another accident to happen. The people here are friendly, and they certainly seem understanding, but it's herself she doesn't trust, not them.

Fortunately for her, there's fresh snow on the ground, and she's always felt that snow was calming, unlike ice with its sometimes destructive properties. She's standing outside, not doing anything, but it's still beckoning to her, and after a moment, she gives in.

Taking a long, careful look around to make sure no one's watching, she uses her powers to make the smallest of snowmen. It's not something she can do on a whim, because the last time she did, people were hurt. But she's seemingly alone out here, so just this once, she takes this last opportunity, intending to not use her powers around anyone here again if she can help it.

"I'm sorry, I don't have a name for you." It's for the best, because unlike her other previous creation, this one isn't going to come to life anytime soon. Hopefully.

nero | devil may cry | ota.

[deadestweight]

Christmas Eve

[twin_guns]

It seemed like no one Dante knew liked Christmas, which was a real shame because when he didn't have anything better to do, it was his favorite holiday of the seasons they got to enjoy. It gave him a reason to be ultra cheery, maybe steal a few kisses from beautiful ladies in the snow, and bestow everyone unlucky enough to know him with third rate but well intentioned gifts.

Nero was no different. Now that Dante knew he was around and more than that, now that Nero was a grown man himself, Dante had lost time to make up for. So he packed his Maxim Magazine wrapped gifts up into a giant sack that he hadn't minded enough to notice was a little dirty, put on his Santa hat and headed over to Nero's place.

Hopefully it wasn't another abandoned church, but if it was, he'd be nice enough to keep the quips to about 35%.

Ten minutes later and Dante didn't even bother to knock as he busted through Nero's door, singing Jingle Bell rock, off key and with only about half the right words, hoping the noise alone would draw Nero out from wherever he was.

"NERO! Come say hello to your Uncle Santa! I come bearing shit beer and good spirit!" He figured Nero needed this, the balance he offered, least he turn into the worst of them, and become his father.