O DEATH !

[vindctvewrites]

*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ  —  holiday ask meme  !  —  ･ﾟ✧ ˖ ˙ ♡ *

send  🎄 for  our  muses  to  decorate  the  christmas  tree  together .

send  🌿  for  our  muses  to  be  caught  under  mistletoe .

send  ⛄️  for  our  muses  to  build  a  snowman  together .

send  ❄️  for  our  muses  to  be  caught  indoors  due  to  a  snowstorm .

send  🛩  for  your muse  to  surprise  mine  by  making  it  home  for  the  holidays .

send  🍪  for  our  muses  to  bake  cookies  for  santa  together .

send  🎁  for  my  muse  to  try  &  guess  what  yours  got  them  for  christmas .

send  🙈  for  our  muses  to  stay  up  waiting  for  santa .

send  🥶️ for  our  muses  to  warm  up  by  cuddling  close  to  a  fire .

send  💝 for  my  muse  to  give  yours  a  handmade  gift .

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fragilemxnds​:

closed starter for @tobcannounced​ ( riff )

“aw, look what the cat dragged in” ciri wiped down the bar as she greeted her guest. she always loved when her regulars came in because it made work feel less…worky. she could have normal conversations and not put on a show just for a good tip. “are we doing the usual or trying something new? or did you just come in for my riveting conversation skills?” she teased with a wink.

spreading his arms, riff did a playful spin for the woman behind the bar before moving to take his usual seat. despite his tendency towards the impulsive, his attendance at the bar was certainly something in which he was a creature of habit. “don’t pretend you’re not thrilled i’m here, darlin’,” he teased in return, his hands coming up to rest on the bar. “mostly here for you, you know i wouldn’t survive more than a few days without ya,” a grin and his eyes were scanning the board behind her. “i’m feelin’ adventurous today. surprise me.”

[tobcannounced]

fragilemxnds​:

closed starter for @tobcannounced​ ( chris hartley )

“okay that was just complete gibberish” lois said with a huff after attempting to record an ad for the podcast. “i can talk all day without any major problem and then the second i sit down in front of this mic it’s like i’ve lost the ability to speak english.” her words melted into a soft laugh. “maybe i should start doing them in another language, maybe it’ll be easier.”

laughing softly at her words, the man gave a shrug of his shoulders. “maybe you’re thinking about it too much. since i joined you, i mostly just pretend it’s just us talking. you know, talking with friends,” he offered, hoping that it would be a little bit of help to her. shaking his head, he smiled with amusement. “well, if you decided to go that direction, i think you’d need to get another co-host. i’ve barely got english mastered at this point.”

[tobcannounced]

fragilemxnds​:

closed starter for @tobcannounced​ ( marvel )

“okay, i feel like i need to remind you that you are insanely cooler than i am.” morgan said with a shrug, “my idea of a good time is testing nano tech and creating functional ai systems for things that don’t need it. my coffee maker can operate a drone.” morgan wished she was kidding, but she in fact was not. she was cursed with a gift of knowledge and used it endlessly. “you need to teach me to be cooler, or just like…bring me along to cool things.”

a laugh sounded from marvel’s lips, a genuine smile of amusement written across them as acutely trained eyes watched the girl. “i don’t think anyone has ever called me cool before, but i’ll take it. i’ll definitely take it,” he told her, a brow perking upwards. technology wasn’t his strong suit - at least in the sense of how it worked. as long as it did, that was good enough for him. “i guess that’s kind of awesome that you can do that, but.. yeah. i think you need to live a little,” a thoughtful nod and he was off again. “there’s a couple of options - clubs, bars, parties. anything sound interesting?”

[tobcannounced]

lifecherished​:

he likes festivals, but he wouldn’t say that he was the most festive person to be attending the winter market, especially when he felt so out of place. still, rang wasn’t having the worst time in the world, and he can appreciate how much effort was put into the holidays. he finds himself craving something warm, preferably savory, and steps into a line when he hears a voice behind him and he turns on his heel to glance at the stranger.

that’s a loaded question, isn’t it? rang huffs gently as he thinks about ignoring the question, but he gives it a second thought. “spiked hot chocolate. if you’re into alcohol, that is.” at a quick glance, the other looked old enough to drink at least. “it’s the only thing i’ve tried so far, so take that with a grain of salt, i guess.”

vaguely, it crossed marvel’s mind that interrupting someone’s day to ask an asinine question may be a little rude. all the same, he didn’t much care. if it was that much of imposition, he would have simply been ignored. it wasn’t something with which he was unfamiliar and nothing ever happened if you didn’t branch out. 

finally, the other man spoke and he nodded his head thoughtfully. alcohol and chocolate. it didn’t seem like something that he was in any position to deny himself, given the life of deprivation from such pleasures he’d led before arriving here. “i’m into it, i guess. willing to try anything once,” he tested a joke, clearing his throat awkwardly. “you’re doing better than me, i haven’t tried anything here yet.”

[tobcannounced]

darcdevilx​:

     Matt had been having a rather nice time in DC so far, this was a fresh start, and while he did sometimes go out as the devil at night time and protect people in danger, he didn’t need to as much as he did in Hell’s Kitchen, nobody knew about the Daredevil here so not only was it a fresh start for Matt, but also his vigilante alter ego. He’d hurt a lot of people back home, and regrettably, he was admittedly thankful he didn’t have to face up to his mistakes yet.

      Despite not really being in the festive mood this year, Matt would do anything to stop himself from sitting alone in his apartment and dwelling on his past. Distractions were a far better way to spend his time, rather than wallowing in his own loneliness and abandonment. Though he couldn’t see anything other than the world burning, he enjoyed listening; and boy was he good at it. He could hear almost everything even the subtlest movements of those around him. The smile that curled on his lips when the man spoke; seemingly towards him caused a light chuckle to pass from his mouth. He never grew tired of people unknowing of his blindness. “Hm, I suppose that depends, are you learning or am I?” Matt said with a chuckle, tucking his white cane under his arm, turning his head in the direction he’d heard the voice coming from.

      “I assume I’d take a lot longer to learn something like that than you would. Though, I can’t promise if I’d made them they’d look pretty, do they… look pretty?” 

a hum of appreciation sounded from chris’s lips without his permission, seeming mesmerized by the sheer skill it must have taken to get to the point where you could create something so lovely whilst still chattering and laughing with the other patrons of the activity. with an aptitude for electronics, he certainly possessed his own not widely owned set of skills, but he never stopped allowing himself amazement at the talents of others. never having been interested in crafts, he was surprised that he was so interested in learning. perhaps it was just the constant nagging in the pit of his stomach, the instinctual craving for distraction. despite the time that had passed peacefully in washington, he still felt programmed to continue looking over his shoulder for imminent danger.

drawn back into the conversation that he’d started, the man finally allowed himself a glance at the other and his eyes instantly widened with guilt and realization. “ahh.. man. i’m.. - i’m sorry if that was rude or something,” a not so smooth recovery slipped from his lips and he was quickly on to speaking again in hopes of relieving some of the awkwardness he was feeling. 

“i guess it doesn’t really matter if they look pretty, right? i mean.. if you’re doing it to make you happy,” he rambled, willing himself to shut up for once. “but they are. they’re pretty. i guess these people have been doing it for a while because i’m pretty sure mine would just be, like.. a pile of ribbon.”

[tobcannounced]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @fragilemxnds​

brows furrowed, riff swiped through his phone. his eyes scanned photos and his thumb was much more decisive than he’d ever thought of giving it credit for. it was something he did mindlessly, scrolling through tinder and never hoping for much in the way of results. all the same, it was a good form of entertainment and he was stopped short by the sight of a stunning brunette. “hmm,” the sound escaped his lips and he sent his thumb swiping right. the notification of a match appeared and the natural smirk grew into a grin. it was worth a shot, right?

“hey there, emira. gotta say, you have some striking eyes.”

[tobcannounced]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @fragilemxnds​

chris stuffed his hands into his pockets, his cheeks blooming with a rosy pink from the slaps of cold wind. it had been quiet some time since he’d been on a date or anything resembling one, having had to push forward through old and lingering feelings that now belonged in the past. at the urge of his co-workers, he’d discovered dating apps and had managed to make a connection. agreeing to meet to enjoy some of the holiday festivities, he pushed past the crowds and arrived to the agreed meeting point. grabbing his phone, he shot out a quick text announcing his arrival and waited. 

“i’m here. it’s PACKED,” he informed her. 

[tobcannounced]

sighing to himself, marvel wandered around the winter festival in an attempt to cheer himself up even just slightly. christmas stirred up memories of home, of district one dripping in sparkling lights and lavish decor. there was never much to celebrate in panem and the residents of his district did all they could to make it a time worth looking forward to year in and year out. his heart ached for his sisters, of the comfort that they brought to him and the joy on their innocent faces as they took in the festivities. this year, however, he was alone and that did little to spark joy inside of his soul. 

seeing a line queuing up in front of one of the food booths, he made his way over and found himself joining. “what’s the best thing to get here?” he asked the person in front of him, finding it odd the way he craved human interaction. he’d done just fine in solitude before, but the scenery and feel around him drummed up some odd emotions.

@hiddenstarters​

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CLOSED STARTER FOR @mcrcki​

though not one to project any sort of softness outwardly, the spirit of the season wasn’t lost on riff and the slightest of smiles attempted to curl up the corners of his lips as he watched children and adults alike flutter around happily to take in the festivities. the gang had all come with him, but split and gone their own directions thanks to the distractions of girlfriends and holiday cheer. 

spotting the ice skating rink, he set his mind on drumming up a bit of adrenaline and wandered up to the rental stand to get himself a pair of skates. naturally, he hadn’t done much in the way of ice skating, but he was willing to give it a try. 

it didn’t seem that there were many in the way of single skaters and his eyes scanned around him before spotting a girl who was also standing alone. offering the most charming of smiles that he could muster, he walked over and decided to take a shot. 

“sorry to bother ya, but.. you got a partner?” he asked, nodding towards the rink.

[tobcannounced]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @darcdevilx​

the holidays felt strangely empty in this new world, despite the fact that he’d had a few years under his belt and was beginning to build a small circle. all the same, he missed his family and his circle of friends that had once been so close. it all weighed so heavily on him that it was all he could do to press it to the back of his mind. 

the winter market offered a perfect reprieve and he happily walked through the stalls, cup of customized hot chocolate in his hand and head swiveling to take it all in. the sight of crafting distracted him and he stopped to watch as skillful hands built sparkling and beautiful wreaths. leaning over to the person next to him, he chuckled quietly to himself at the mere thought of his own clumsy fingers even attempting such a feat. 

“how hard do you think that is to learn? wreath making?”

[rpsentence-storage]

Dr. Seuss’ How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000) | Sentence Prompts

feel free to change words and pronouns as needed.

“Well done, (name)! Serves them right, those yuletide-loving sickly-sweet, nog-sucking cheer mongers!”

“I’ve been much too tolerant of these juvenile delinquents, and their innocent, victim-less pranks.”

“I guess I could use a little… social interaction.”

“Why won’t anyone talk about the Grinch?”

“Ohhh… Bleeding hearts of the world, unite!”

“Thanks for saving me.”

“You’ve been practicing your Christmas wrapping. Honey, I’m so proud of you.”

“Oh, that’s really mature, saying exactly what I say!”

“Tomorrow is Christmas. It’s practically here!”

“You see? Even now the terror is welling up inside you!”

“Denial is to be expected in the face of pure evil.”

“(Name), I came to invite you to be the Holiday Cheermeister.”

“I know you hate Christmas, but what if it’s all just a misunderstanding?”

“Come on! A minute ago, I couldn’t shut you up! Details, details!”

“Stupid! Ugly! Out of date! This is ridiculous! If I can’t find something nice to wear, I’m not going!”

“Look, I don’t wanna make waves, but this whole Christmas season is stupid, stupid, stupid!”

“Blast this Christmas music! It’s joyful and triumphant.”

“I must stop this whole thing.”

“You hate Christmas, you’re gonna steal it!”

“(Name), what’s Christmas really about?”

“Merry Christmas, (name).”

“Nice kid. Bad judge of character.”

“We did it, we did it! That wasn’t so bad, was it, (name)?”

“Well, I wonder who could have done this.”

“(Name), I hope you’re very proud of what you’ve done.”

“Oh, the wailing and the gnashing of teeth. The bellowing of the bitterly bummed out! It’ll be like music to my ears!”

“Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”

“(Name), help me! I’m… feeling!”

“What’s happening to me? I’m all… toasty inside.”

“I am the Grinch that stole Christmas… and I’m sorry.”

“Cheer up, dude. It’s Christmas.”

“There’s nothing like the Holidays.”

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STARTER CALL.

HI FRIENDS! i’m dove and i’m happy to be here. i thought i’d post a little starter call to kick things off and i love holiday threads so i’m pumped. i’m not going to cap them off or anything like that for the time being, so if you’d like a starter from any of my kiddos, let me know. or like this and i’ll come to you! :)

CHRIS HARTLEY (until dawn) --- 0/∞ MARVEL (the hunger games) --- 0/ ∞ RIFF (west side story) --- 0/∞

[tobcannounced]

Was that D A C R E  M O N T G O M E R Y ? Oh no no, that was just R I F F , a CANON CHARACTER from W E S T  S I D E  S T O R Y . He is TWENTY ONE years old and I S  NO T aware that he is not actually from Washington DC.

ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ᴛ ꜱ :

NAME: ryan lorton. NICKNAME: riff. AGE: twenty-one. GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis-male & he/him. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual. OCCUPATION: mechanic, street gang leader. ZODIAC SIGN: scorpio.

ʟ Ɪ ꜰ ᴇ   Ɪ ɴ   ᴡ ᴀ ꜱ ʜ Ɪ ɴ ɢ ᴛ ᴏ ɴ :

LENGTH OF STAY: if you asked the man himself, he would tell you that he’s always lived and roamed the streets of washington. unaware that he is under the influence of magic, he has actually been here for a few years. MAGIC STATUS: affected. despite being influenced by magic to forget his past life, he has seemingly followed a path that is tragically similar to that of his actual past. he’s still engrossed in gang violence and the desire for control of territory that is ever slipping from his grasp.  LAST MEMORY: it comes to him in dreams - the 1950s, the raging wildness of his youth, friends with blurry faces. he remembers a familiar fight over territory, the electrifying tensions that filled the air, the way the intoxication of love was beginning to overcome the loyalties of a brother. 

ᴡ ᴀ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ᴅ   ᴄ ᴏ ɴ ɴ ᴇ ᴄ ᴛ Ɪ ᴏ ɴ ꜱ :

FELLOW JETS: [ open to m/f/nb.] ,members of his street gang, people he views as blood.

EX: [ open to f/m/nb. ] i’m a sucker for exes plots in any form, so if you wanna plot one out let me know. :) 

[tobcannounced]

Was that J A C O B  E L O R D I ? Oh no no, that was just M A R V E L, a CANON CHARACTER from T H E  H U N G E R  G A M E S . He is TWENTY FOUR years old and I S aware that he is not actually from Washington DC.

ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ᴛ ꜱ :

NAME: marvel vanderbilt. NICKNAME: marv. AGE: twenty-four. GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis-male & he/him. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual. OCCUPATION: personal trainer. ZODIAC SIGN: aries.

ʟ Ɪ ꜰ ᴇ   Ɪ ɴ   ᴡ ᴀ ꜱ ʜ Ɪ ɴ ɢ ᴛ ᴏ ɴ :

LENGTH OF STAY: according to the calendar that contains pages of dates marked with dark x’s, it’s been nearly a year without any semblance of understanding how to return to panem - though he’s beginning to feel as if it may be a blessing in disguise. MAGIC STATUS: not affected. he’s been incredibly aware that he’s in a completely different time, often wondering if he somehow traveled to another dimension. this world is so open, so large. it’s such a vast change from being trapped within in the confines of district one. LAST MEMORY: no. everything about this was so wrong that he couldn’t even spend his last moment getting his thoughts together. when the spear had left his skilled hand, he had intended it solely for the girl on fire. despite his obligation to be a heartless career tribute, trained to kill, he truly hadn’t meant to hit the little girl. having been the primary caregiver of his own two younger sisters, marvel couldn’t deny having a soft spot for the tribute from eleven. he thought her end would be a job for someone else, something he would pretend didn’t bother him. as quickly as he’d moved, katniss was somehow faster and he hadn’t had the time to agonize when the arrow struck him directly in the chest and he fell to his knees. 

ᴡ ᴀ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ᴅ   ᴄ ᴏ ɴ ɴ ᴇ ᴄ ᴛ Ɪ ᴏ ɴ ꜱ :

FRIENDS: [ open to m/f/nb.] people he’s encountered along the way since arriving in washington. despite having been a trained killer, marvel is lively and social. 

FLIRTATION: [ open to f/m/nb. ] someone marvel has fun being around and that he believes has the potential for more in the future. someone he can laugh and have fun with. 

[tobcannounced]

Was that T A R O N  E G E R T O N ? Oh no no, that was just C H R I S   H A R T L E Y, a CANON CHARACTER from U N T I L    D A W N . He is TWENTY TWO years old and I S aware that he is not actually from Washington DC.

ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ᴛ ꜱ :

NAME: christopher hartley. NICKNAME: chris / cochise ( by josh ) AGE: twenty-two. GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis-male & he/him. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual. OCCUPATION: software developer. ZODIAC SIGN: pisces.

ʟ Ɪ ꜰ ᴇ   Ɪ ɴ   ᴡ ᴀ ꜱ ʜ Ɪ ɴ ɢ ᴛ ᴏ ɴ :

LENGTH OF STAY: a few years that have managed to feel like a whirlwind. there was no way out and chris had to adapt to his new surroundings. MAGIC STATUS: not affected. a blink of his eyes and he was transported elsewhere - there was a part of him that was grateful, the other half of his soul terrified in a new way. there isn’t a day that passes that he doesn’t think of his friends, wondering if they ever escaped that mountain or if they, too, were trapped in a new landscape. LAST MEMORY: it was freezing inside the lodge, but the chill that settled in the base of his spine was from something else entirely. eyes locked on the stranger before him in disbelief - there was no way any of this could be true. his mind struggled to wrap itself around the thought alone. the WENDIGO seemed like a creature conjured up from pure fantasy and his feet longed to be grounded in the reality that he thought he had always understood.

ᴡ ᴀ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ᴅ   ᴄ ᴏ ɴ ɴ ᴇ ᴄ ᴛ Ɪ ᴏ ɴ ꜱ :

FRIENDS: [ open to m/f/nb.] close friends, distant friends, new friends, old friends. chris just needs some companionship.

ROMANTIC INTEREST: [ open to f/nb. ] it took chris quite some time to get over his incredibly strong feelings for ashley, knowing that it was likely that he would never see her again. of course, the memory of her still haunts him, wondering about her safety. but he had to move forward and his love interest has helped him in doing so.

[therpmemes]

                 my favorite murder → sentence starters

slightly edited in some cases to work for rp purposes. feel free to change phrasing or pronouns to fit your muse(s)!

❝ Don’t get murdered. ❞

❝ Toxic masculinity ruins the party again! ❞

❝ Pepper spray first, apologize later. ❞

❝ Get a job, buy your own shit. ❞

❝ Stay out of the forest. ❞

❝ You’re in a cult, call your dad. ❞

❝ Fuck politeness. ❞

❝ Lock your fucking door.  ❞

❝ Why does anyone have a diary?! Stop it, you stupid idiot, and go to a therapist! ❞

❝ Some of us just want to jump into the pool of terror. ❞

❝ Who wants to be a _____? Don’t you know about cooking and hanging out at home?❞

❝ He is a fucking salty bitch. There’s definitely a shank in his bag. ❞

❝ He was a slick, slightly British accented motherfucker.  ❞

❝ What a great opportunity for bad decisions. ❞

❝ Groundbreaking revelation: Hamilton is good. ❞

❝ Girls like True Crime and Zac Efron. ❞

❝ I’m the most jewish non-jew that’s ever lived. ❞

❝ I once ate watermelon rind to make myself throw up so I didn’t have to go to hebrew school. ❞

❝ I don’t know Dad, because I’m busy going to therapy to get over…you? ❞

❝ He is… perfection. There’s something like Disneyesque about the scale of the size of his eyes to the rest of his face. ❞

❝ Here’s the thing, fuck everyone. ❞

❝ Good thing I don’t give a shit about dick. ❞

❝ That old, blind bitch. ❞

❝ This isn’t a positive cult. This isn’t like sephora. ❞

❝ You don’t have to be perfect. Just fucking do things. ❞

❝ Sweet baby angel. ❞

❝ I hope we never get stabbed. ❞

❝ Look, meth is bad. ❞

❝ Speak for yourself. Question authority. ❞

❝ All of life is about fixing what you fucked up. ❞

❝ I’m going to be drunk in the den, so do what you will. ❞

❝ Consider me always wrong. ❞

❝ Let’s use our power of anxiety for good. ❞

❝ There’s always got to be an asshole to ruin things. ❞

❝ This is terrible. Keep going. ❞

❝ Uber is just organized hitchhiking. ❞

❝ Don’t worry, it gets worse. ❞

❝ Let’s sit crooked and talk straight. ❞

❝ Two things organ music is good for: ice-skating and mass-murdering. ❞

❝ This is a fucking shitshow. ❞

❝ It’s about to get really not that great. ❞

❝ Symbolic as fuck. ❞

❝ Fancy husbands are just fucking running amok. ❞

❝ Flaws are what makes you gorgeous. ❞

❝ My therapist was right about you. ❞

❝ Want a cookie? ❞

❝ It’s really hard to strangle someone, so maybe don’t do it. ❞

❝ Please live your life like you’re going to be reenacted in 30 years. ❞

❝ Anytime you need stitches because of your fucking husband, it’s time to get out of there. ❞

❝ Arm yourself with knowledge, but don’t let it overwhelm you. ❞

❝ Don’t go off your meds. ❞ 

❝ Anybody can get sodomy. ❞

❝ You might have good penmanship and all, but you’re still a criminal. ❞

❝ I’m a very highly functioning mess. ❞

❝ If you’re going to do something, don’t half-ass it. ❞

❝ We all have feral days. ❞

❝ That’s nice, you fucking cunt. ❞

❝ He looked like an obscene phone call. ❞

❝ I was raised to sass at defcon 5. ❞

❝ Sweet honesty. ❞

❝ Honestly? In a hundred years? Nobody’s gonna remember this. So relax a little bit. ❞

❝ ON point. She could not be more on point. The most on pointiest point…person. ❞

❝ If you don’t suspect something in your neighborhood, it’s gonna fucking happen. Start suspecting. ❞

❝ Pretty sure the Cold War didn’t have a front. ❞

❝ Namaste the fuck away from me. ❞

❝ What the fucking fuck? ❞

❝ Unless you’re a ghost baseball player you don’t need to be in that field. ❞

❝ Don’t take shit to your grave.  You’re being a selfish dick.  ❞

❝ If someone’s a real hard ass, they’re the biggest softie…we’re like a prickly pear with a gooey center. ❞

❝ Maybe I wouldn’t have gotten into crime if someone had just offered me an icy cold Diet Pepsi. ❞

❝ It’s called the Not Today Motherfucker Special, and I serve it up for free. ❞

❝ What if you just put four pairs of underwear on at once and every day you took off another one? ❞