· 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]

john constantine | constantine/hellblazer | ota

[hellblaze]

nathan drake | uncharted | ota

[unfortunenate]

morpheus/dream | sandman (dc comics) | ota

[bringadream]

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."

jesse faden | control | OTA

[outlierdirector]

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.

last time he had cursed mistletoe it's spun a multi-year psl uh oh

[hellblaze]

Are they flammable? He's not sure he wants to give it a whirl to find out.

John snorts at her question, swirling whiskey in its glass. "Afraid not, luv. I usually spend them passed out drunk on the floor."

Don't threaten me with a good time

[misembraced]

On the one hand, don't be chicken John. On the other, it's nice to know he doesn't want to see her go up in flames. At least, not just yet.

"Not a terrible way to pass the time." She blows the smoke out, not into his face. She's not rude. Right now.

"It's a lot more interesting now. All the colored lights and patchwork traditions. We didn't even have Christmas trees in my day."

I MEAAAAAAAN........

[hellblaze]

"It's usually how I pass my time." He gives her a playful grin. Namely because he doesn't want to deal with the shit that goes on around the holidays. His family wasn't, well, merry. "And how many days was that? Exactly."

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."

[hellblaze]

John looks up from his own Christmas ritual -- which is generally whiskey with a bit of eggnog and absolutely no Christmas cheer. The Mill House wasn't decorated. For one, it is Jasper's old place, and for two? John isn't the kind of person to celebrate. He'd rather just find a bar, a shag, and pass it off.

Neither are really an option now. Especially since Sara Lance has decided to drop herself back into his reality.

There's an annoyed scoff and a sigh. Although, really, it's never unpleasant to see Sara.

"Looks like you'll need to take a rain check on that, luv." John pushes himself up from the couch and gestures to her with the glass in his hand. Oh, and, he's in a shirt, tie, and his underwear. "We really need to stop seeing each other like this."

[thewhitecanary]

"We really do. Any progress on fixing this?" Sara frowns. She isn't sure why this keeps happening. It isn't as if this John is popping into her world, no it's always the other way around.

It's Christmas Eve and she's sure they both had other plans. She can...see John's other plans. It doesn't bother her though, because of course she and the John she knew had slept together in the past. Seeing him in his underwear doesn't make her bat an eye.

"I hope you have more of that." There's no telling how long she'll be here before this time. It seems to get longer every time it happens.

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. ]

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. ]

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. ]

[menarebrave]

[ bruce is no stranger to guilt - especially when it comes to the subject of clark kent. no matter how many times diana and alfred would point out the positive benefits? he'd still blame himself for falling into luthor's trap.

he opens the door to the recently repaired manor and looks evenly at the other man. of course, bruce knew he was there even before he knocked. the power of a man paranoid. he did live in a glass house for years after all. ]

Clark. [ should he even bother asking why he's there? it seems obvious. bruce instead steps to the side. ] It's rare you come to Gotham these days.

[ especially as clark. ]

omGGGG too CUTE mia

[menarebrave]

[ bruce knew he was outnumbered in the situation. diana would make comments about the modern tradition, but would encourage it. aflred already encouraged mia. mia... was mia. if anything? the tree would help her and that was what mattered most.

diana had already asked bruce to join her in a ritual she had been doing for years "when the time was right." in the mean time? he supposed he would have to deal with mia being ecstatic for the holiday. ]

You're wearing merchandise about me.

[ because really. ]

[hellblaze]

Well, he lacks a bar and a dame to shag, so the whiskey is the obvious option. Chas is out being Chas and Zed... who knows. Avoiding the holidays more than him it seems.

"A few theories, but, well," John shrugs. "Not sure you or your Constantine would like the idea."

Referring to another version of him is still odd. Odd in that sense he never thought he would. The universe really does like pressing his buttons like that.

"Jasper always had a fair amount." He sets the bottle on the coffee table before moving around to one of the chairs. She could have the couch if she wanted. "What's it like for the others when you do your disappearing act?"

[outlierdirector]

[ the holidays had never been something that jesse really celebrated. not since what happened in ordinary. her foster families usually celebrated it, and sometimes she could feel that magical spirit, but... usually? it just made her miss home. mom, dad, dylan, all their friends. somehow it all became bitter as the years went on.

somehow though? she had been excited for christmas for the first time in ages. maybe it was because the fbc was home. the people? her team? they were family. maybe she was hoping dylan would have some reaction to a sudden burst of positive psychic energy -- or at least it had been a nice idea to hear from emily.

until she had been reminded that there couldn't be decorations or christmas parties inside the oldest house. she had been angry about it. could one christmas tree really hurt? then they reminded her about the altered item in the panopticon. yes, it could hurt. symbols in the subconscious and all that. so? she decided they'd have a party somewhere else. anyone who wanted to come could meet her at a local diner or whatever.

it really just reminded her of that scene from a santa clause. you know, the one, with tim allen taking his son to denny's because he burnt the christmas dinner. it was a little like that. except she was the more corporate party.

huh. weird how that turned out.

it's a few hours later that jesse enters darling's office. she's really not good at giving gifts. still, it can't hurt to wish people the season. especially since they couldn't have a tree. ]

Darling. Hey, good morning.

[thewhitecanary]

"We have to do a lot of things we don't like," Sara pointed out. It was pretty much par for the course with the Legends. Which her John still insisted he was not one of them or a team player...and yet.

"Good, booze is good." Sara took a seat on the couch. This whole thing had been strange since it started. And strange for her didn't mean the same as strange for the average person.

"That's another weird thing, for them I blink out and then blink right back in. They can't believe I'm here sometimes for hours or longer." Half a day the last time she'd popped in. She didn't know how long it'd be this time.

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.

[spe]

Merry Christmas to you, too.

[ clark's lips twitch, a smirk curling them upward as he enters. while he knows that all teasing is lost on bruce — he still tries in his own way. the warmth is met with appreciation, and as he stands awkwardly in the foyer of the manor, he hands the gift over with gloved hands. ]

I didn't want to come without something, considering it's Christmas Eve.

[ with a quirk of his brow, clark waits for bruce to take it. part of him wants it over with — just because it's slightly embarrassing, bringing a gift to bruce in the first place. polite to a fault, clark nods his head at it. take it, it won't bite. ]