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pumpkinhollow ([personal profile] pumpkinhollow) wrote in [community profile] ph_logs2025-12-19 11:40 am

December Event - Candlelight Revelry

Candlelight Revelry
The Longest Nights
{ CONTENT WARNINGS: grief, especially in a winter/December context, exclusive to Mourner's Night. All others should be mostly cw free! }

It is always interesting to consider that across many cultures, and indeed across many universes, there is something that is shared across numerous groups of people from many, many different backgrounds, and that is the concept of winter holidays. Not every culture has them, of course, and they vary in importance, involvement, reason, and length pretty wildly. But it's fun to think about the fact that all kinds of humanoids all across time and space looked at that bleak stretch of time between the end of November to the beginning of March and thought to themselves, "we should put some kind of party in there so we don't all lose our minds." The people of the Emerald Isles, of which Marrow Isle is one, are much the same in this regard.

Since its inception, Pumpkin Hollow has celebrated the two main winter holidays common among the various nations across Northern Leviathan, which are Mourner's Night and Givingstide. Additionally, it's become a bit of a new tradition in Pumpkin Hollow to join in offworlder celebrations, such as Hanukkah, Solstice, and Christmas--- often with more being added each year as newcomers arrive with their own traditions! And somehow, each year, it seems as though for a few weeks all of the evils take a rest as well. Is it because this time of year is simply too sacred for them to create trouble and pain? Or is it because the weavers of this world are too busy booking family dinners, plane flights, and road trips to subject their little toys to more horrors? It is one of the great mysteries of the universe, isn't it?

Anyway, here's wishing you a cozy, restful, blissful holiday season, regardless of your traditions. May this next year be just as full of adventure and fun, with far less trials and tribulations. (For the players. The characters should continue to endure the torment nexus, of course.)

Local Customs
MOURNER'S NIGHT | December 10th Nightfall comes early this time of year, so it isn't too long of a wait for the sky to grow fully dark. Dressed in mourning clothes and warm coats, the people of the town gather in little clusters in the streets, in near silence. Lanternbearers dressed like undertakers carry tall posts with blazing lanterns hanging from them, faces painted like skulls. There hasn't been a true and final death in Pumpkin Hollow for years now, but that doesn't stop the people here from holding their annual vigil for those that were lost before the barrier.

The lanternbearers guide the groups through town, converging on Main Street, where they are awaited by a long-bodied black carriage drawn by black horses with white skeleton-markings painted on them. A hearse. In the driver's seat, a woman in a tight black dress and a mistletoe-patterned black veil, which gives only the smallest glimpses of her pale hair. It's Fever, acting in the role of Mortanne.

Very few words are exchanged as this procession makes its way through the cold to Fall's Promise Cemetery, where by the light of candles and lanterns alone, Reverend Clayton retells the story of Mortanne's final kindness. Those who pass away are met where they find their end by a horse-drawn hearse, where they ride with Death and recount their life until they reach their destination--- the afterlife they've earned. A mournful hymn is sung that seems to make the sky itself ache, and then…

Silence.

Stay at the candle light vigil for as long as you want. Remember those who you lost back home, honor those who passed away before you arrived but whose influence you still feel every day, or simply pay respects to yourself. You died to be here, after all. And then, when the cold starts biting too much to bear, part ways, and find your way home with a candle in hand. You will surely be left with much to think about.

Those who gravitate towards the outskirts, however, or linger after most have gone, may spy another woman in a black dress and veil. For a moment, it would be easy to mistake her as Fever--- the resemblance is striking. But then you see much longer, stark white hair spilling out of the bottom of the veil, and feel a gaze meet yours that feels like it's calling you home.

GIVINGSTIDE | December 22nd Ah, Givingstide! After the somber observance of Mourner's Night, you only have to wait eleven days to have some proper winter-themed fun!

Held on the day after the longest night of the year, this holiday is a "thank goodness, we made it" tradition that celebrates the beginning of the sun's return and the first step in the journey towards spring. All across numerous countries in Concorde's Northern Hemisphere, communities gather in large communal spaces to eat, drink, and be warm together while exchanging gifts. And for Pumpkin Hollow, that takes place in the Oak & Iron, the beloved tavern where most spend their first nights on the island.

A massive feast is held, where the tavern itself, local restaurants, and amateur chefs collaborate to create a menu of warming, hearty dishes. Soups and stews, pasta, roasted meat, bread, root vegetable dishes, and sweets galore are served alongside hot cider, cocoa, coffee, tea, mulled wine, and mead. Paper horses and snowflakes line the walls, and boughs of pine and holly create beds for skulls on tables and above the fireplace. A miniature sleigh is set up in the center of the room, piled high with gifts that everyone placed in it upon their arrival. Once everyone has gotten their food, the mayor and Dahlia take turns plucking parcels from the pile and reading off who they are for so as to hand them out. Although some do prefer to give the gifts directly. (The mayor, for once, looks relaxed.)

With all the gifts passed out, songs are sung and instruments played in groups while others dance or sit by the fire. Some will go out to play in the snow, and by the end of the night, more than a dozen snowmen will have popped up outside the tavern. Others still will remain inside, basking in the warmth of being among their community. Children play with toys, adults laugh, desserts are overindulged in, and all is well.

OFFWORLD TRADITIONS
Winter Holidays from Around the Universe The interfaith space within the Temple of Sacred Roots stays busy this time of year! Since most local traditions are celebrated outside the temple, many of the main areas are offered to the pursuit of offworld religious observances for much of December.

Hanukkah is up first among the larger celebrations, running from December 14th through the 22nd this year. The island's Jewish population consists primarily of Anzu, Lev/Lyubov, and Zivia, though they'll warmly invite friends and family to join in on the festivities.

Christmas, of course, is on December 25th, though the preceding evening is also a busy time. Despite being a Pumpkin Hollow native, Dahlia Leeds has partners who observe the holiday, as well as a gaggle of young housemates and a television who are all very enthusiastic about Christmas. As such, she's made the decision to host a fairly well-appointed and cozy Christmas Eve party in her home (though she largely allows Radar and the teenagers to select the guest list). Dress in your Christmas best and have dinner at Leeds Estate before proceeding to the Temple for midnight mass! Non-partygoers are invited to attend the ceremony by candlelight as well, as usual. Christmas Day celebrations vary by household!

But for those who don't have anything in particular to do on the afternoon of the 25th, a recent town addition is also hosting a celebration for the Feast of the Winter Star from her own home world. Those who signed up can participate in the "secret gift exchange" organized by Haley. But you don't need to be in the exchange to come and have fun! Light and decorate a holiday tree in the snow, enjoy a potluck with friends new and old, and enjoy some stargazing afterwards--- it's a perfect way to cap off the day, whether you're incorporating it into your own holiday or just there to have a nice time.

Other holidays celebrated throughout the month are:
  • Saturnalia on the 17th, celebrated by Gaeta
  • Winter's Crest on the 20th, celebrated by Cassandra
  • Dongzhi on the 21st, celebrated by Shen Qingqiu alongside his found family
  • Mittvinter on the 21st, celebrated by Hector, Capochin, Godpoke, Patty, and their found family and close friends
  • The Birth of Hathor on the 23rd, celebrated by Marik
  • The Winter Solstice celebration on the 25th, celebrated by Sorceress and Wizard
  • and Gyftmas on the 25th, celebrated by Mettaton and Papyrus

And of course there's New Years Eve on the 31st, celebrated by both locals and a majority of offworlders! Share some holiday cheer with your friends from all across the multiverse and take some time to get to know how your neighbor spends the season this year, and cap this year off with a wonderful, festive bang!

Happy Holidays!
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Mortanne, Mother of Winter and Death

[personal profile] psalmofseasons 2025-12-19 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
You spot her in the darkness, and when she moves subtly, the light from the moons or a candle catches her eye in such a way that it glints from within her veil like a guiding star. That's not Fever, is it? Her presence is too heavy, too ancient, too dreamy. She is stern, but not unkind. Rigid, but gentle. And something about her posture makes it feel like she's been waiting for you. Maybe she has. Maybe she always will.

You've spoken to her before, most likely, but it's possible that it's your first time seeing her like this. Nearly everyone spoke to the white haired woman in her rustic, beige office covered in paper snowmen and smelling of hot cocoa, but whether you recognize this as the same person depends on who you are. Many here have spoken to her before outside of that context as well, and Mortanne always likes to visit a friend.

In most cases, Mother Death will wait to be approached by you, simply nodding in acknowledgement when you meet her eye. And it's entirely possible to simply end the interaction there, but if you need her, she will make time for you. However, there are some here with whom she has sentimental ties or important business who she will approach directly once she spots them.

[ ooc note: basically you can either come bother me or set the scene for how I can come bother you! Mortanne's a pretty popular lady, so I'm going to need to prioritize people that I had substantial plans with, but I'll get as many people some mom time as I can <3 Thanks again to Guil for Mortanne's new icon art! ]
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Haley, Stardew Valley

[personal profile] hotgirlsummer 2025-12-19 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Prompts separated for organization reason! ]
hotgirlsummer: (guillty pleasure)

Givingstide

[personal profile] hotgirlsummer 2025-12-19 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
This holiday is nice.

Haley's only been here since last month, so she doesn't really know many people that well yet, and that's been hard. Having lived in the same town her whole life, never having to change schools or friend groups, Haley's not used to being the new girl, to not having close ties to rely on. It's been… lonely. Probably the loneliest she can ever remember being in her life. She's been spending most of her days getting her tailoring shop set up, practicing the skills that she learned alongside her sister and trying to make a few simple garments, and she'll probably be ready to open officially before the end of the year, but it's just been… a lot of time sitting alone in her shop, surrounded by mannequins.

But this is nice. It's warm, comfortable, lively. She sits and watches as people exchange gifts, and is able to feel close to something. Like maybe she might be part of a community again. She shouldn't have taken that for granted the last time. Shame she doesn't have her camera.

You know what? This wallflower business is for dorks, and it's depressing. It's time to get back in the game. Maybe it'll be a little awkward, but Haley can handle that.

While gifts are being given out, Haley will offer to Mayor Poe or Dahlia to help pass them over, weaving her way through crowds to get to the recipients so that the other two women can keep the gift train moving. "Hey, this one's for you! What'd you get?"

Drinks are on, and with no one required to work officially, some volunteers take it upon themselves to take them to tables. Haley joins them, feeling a bit like a beermaiden of some kind lugging around massive steins full of cider and mead. "Hi! Want one? The cider's awesome, but I've never had mead before so I haven't tried it yet. Tell me how it is if you get that one."

And then, as things are winding down, you can find her on the couches over by the fireplace, stirring a cup of coffee with a peppermint stick. No one here's thought to put a crook in it to create a candy cane, but the sticks themselves surely exist. "It's not the easiest way to make peppermint coffee," she remarks, "but it's working okay. Wanna try? I got a few extra sticks."
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Feast of the Winter Star [Mingle!]

[personal profile] hotgirlsummer 2025-12-19 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
It's Haley's first time hearing about "Christmas" or whatever (she's heard the "mas" suffix before, but what the heck is a christ?) but she's happy to accommodate it and do her own holiday as kind of an extension of it. They're pretty similar anyways.

According to the sign she put up on the bulletin board, it's a "tree lighting party and potluck", so she enlists the help of the Bizzyboys in putting up tables and spends the whole week before making decorations for one of the little fir trees in town out of fabric, paper, popcorn, berries, and sea glass. By the time she finishes, it looks like a pretty dang cool party, even if Haley herself is a little dubious about lighting real candles on a whole ass tree. But that's how they did it back in the day, right?

Once the party starts, Haley can be seen buzzing around greeting everyone, collecting presents to put them under the tree on a blanket she's laid out to protect them from the snow. Maybe if she just keeps talking, she won't have time to think about the fact that Emily and Alex aren't here.
hotgirlsummer: (pink pony club)

Winter Star Gift Exchange

[personal profile] hotgirlsummer 2025-12-19 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Post your gifts here! You can keep it simple and just describe the gifts and who they're for and then handwave the rest, or you can start up a thread by writing out giving it to the person. Just make sure to be considerate of both your giver and your recipient and show a little love! ]
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[personal profile] thethirteenthchild 2025-12-19 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Merry Christmas!

For weeks before this party (indeed, immediately after the Dance of Celestine), Dahlia and her new housemates have been preparing for today. Noelle was quick to ask if holiday decorations could go up around the house, and the others seemed to be in agreement. So despite being totally new to the whole thing, Dahlia decides, screw it. Go big or go home.

A long day at the winter market with Radar, Daisy, Tenna, and the kids yields a lot of Brass spent, local artisans supported, and wintery decorations hauled back up Founder's Hill. The rest are made by hand. Then it's a few days spent indoors, hanging garlands and swags and arranging pine cones and holly boughs into centerpieces, stringing dried cranberries and popcorn onto the chandelier. (Is this a mistake that will later be regretted when it's time to remove them? Yes. But it looks awesome.) She even has a tree brought into the house, which seems like an insane custom, but honestly the thing is so beautiful when the kids are done decorating it that Dahlia has already decided she wants an even bigger one next year. Cookies are baked and frosted, and a small feast is prepared for December 24th.

By the time guests show up, what can be found at Leeds Estate looks just about like a proper Victorian Christmas party from Earth. Cozy, intimate, lit primarily by candles. The tree acts as a statement piece in the ballroom near the fireplace seating area, and a classic Christmas dinner as described by Radar and Noelle is served in Dahlia's lavish dining room. Honey glazed ham, roast turkey, meatballs, stuffing, mashed potatoes with rich brown gravy, garlic roasted green beans and brussels sprouts, sweet potato casserole, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, and a damn good fruit cake. Plus those frosted sugar cookies. Throughout the night, Kris can be heard playing Christmas tunes on the grand piano in the ballroom. All in all, it's a nice night. And afterwards, partygoers will proceed to the temple together for Christmas mass!

-Hostess-

Dahlia is relaxed, happy, and in her element. A cross between a more intimate version of her gala and Givingstide with no insane surprises suits her just fine, to be frank. She's happy passing platters around at dinner time and making conversation. "How are you enjoying the party? It's my first time doing one of these, specifically, so I'm open to feedback."

When she goes over to watch Kris play piano, she'll turn to a guest. "Can you teach me this song? I want to sing with everyone."

And when it's getting late, Dahlia can be found just sitting near the fire, gazing serenely at the tree. She let the kids do most of it, only contributing what she was asked, and it's so charming that she can't help but admire it.

Join her, if you like.

If she spots Radar or Noelle, she'll wave them over with a smile and invite them to sit. "Was it everything you were hoping for?"

-Mingle-
[ Feel free to mingle here for the party, or do your own toplevels! Whatever's easiest for you <3 The party is meant to be small and cozy, but anyone with close CR with Radar, Daisy, Kris, Susie, Ralsei, Noelle, or Tenna can assume they were invited. ]
Edited 2025-12-19 17:05 (UTC)
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[personal profile] cyansoldier 2025-12-19 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)

Wrapped in plain brown paper with a note attached, this; a teapot, softly angular in appearance, painted in a rich green glaze and decorated with flowers and golden filigree. The note reads:

Mister Pennyburrow.

You might already have one of these. It's nice to have a spare. Thank you for everything you do for the kids. Your hard work is appreciated. Happy holidays. Stay warm.

- Carolina

Edited 2025-12-19 18:08 (UTC)
nothingbadeverhappensto: (chain)

For South

[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2025-12-19 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Leon has a general sense of who to look for, when it comes to handing over his gift. It doesn't take a master detective or huge genius to figure out that when you meet a guy named North, chances are the extremely similar looking woman who showed up with him might just be South. It even gives him a little bit to go off of, in terms of what to get her. Not a lot - he's admittedly a little nervous about this one - but it's a start.

"Hey," he says, pulling her aside once it seems like she has a moment. In trying to keep his anxiety hidden he's defaulted back to his bad case of resting murderface, but it's probably fine. "You're South, right? I've got something for you."

He nods to the pair of packages under his arm, one flat and rectangular and the other one tube-shaped, both wrapped in plain white paper and tied with twine, before handing them over. If and when she opens them, she'll find a small telescope and a book of star charts, annotated with local legends about the various constellations viewable from Marrow Isle.
abhorrently: (flight.)

fever | baldur's gate 3

[personal profile] abhorrently 2025-12-20 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[prompts below.]
abhorrently: (quiet.)

(mourner's night - open.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2025-12-20 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
What a difference a year makes. The last time Fever drove the horses and the funeral carriage, she had been nervous for a myriad of reasons. She had needed to take a breath every so often, uncertain how the night would go. This year, playing the role of her mother is less troubled, but no less heavy. There is still more to do, when the silence and song and sorrow have past. But, them first. First the story, when they arrive, carrying her head higher than she did last year. Remembrance, and all those lost - from before, from time's passing, from a call that carried them off these shores. Every friend who's slipped through her fingers. Every face she'll never find in the unknown abyss of years.

She holds steady, and waits. There will always be a streak in her that gnashes its teeth against ceremony, that mocks the idea of mourning the dead - but there is far more that has grown. Intrusive thoughts might try to strangle her and ask for laughter in the pain, but she can cut them down, let them fade away in the night air, and ask them to come again tomorrow.

When the last notes of the hymn die out, Fever waits. Some will leave early, uncomfortable or simply full of too much to bear. Some will want to be in solitude with their grief. And some, clearly in struggle, need a listening ear, offered in a whisper that does not break the feeling, a soft touch to the shoulder. Who do you remember, or what brought you here.

A hush, nothing more. But she has time enough to offer, and she looks enough like Death in this moment to pretend at being her.

And when the bulk of the town has finished the outward procession, Fever sets to the rest of her work.

When she has as many candles as she's probably going to get, extras and those salvaged from those who do not wish to take them home, she starts heading out towards the potters field. The box is a little heavy in the snow, but she has intent, and she's determined to not be stopped, either in transportation or in starting to set them up in little rows, held up in the snow. In this moment, it's easier to catch her to talk, though she'll keep her voice down to not break the stillness in the cemetery.
abhorrently: (soul.)

(mourner's night - semi closed.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2025-12-20 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: this prompt is for those who previously have at least decent CR with Fever who would choose to participate. given the nature of the ceremony, no one is required to have full formal threads, but can leave a comment just summarizing reactions if preferred. Fever will be open to discussions after it's concluded, if wished for.]

a living funeral.It was originally meant to be something private, but...something feels more apt in letting others in. She hasn't grown as far as she has on her own, and she's not the only person here with a body pulled from its grave. Those who would join her - those who stay, who caught her eye, who might have an inkling of what's going on and choose to follow - will get candles to hold, ones she lights for them with a crafted spark in her hands. Her own, she leaves unlit for the moment, until she's sure they've assembled and there will be no more others.

There's no real guide on what to do for this. No real precedent to find. Just instinct, grief, solemnity. Candlelight on a still night, winter wrapped around them like shadow. Asking what this is, it's unnecessary, because it will be self evident soon enough. In a voice soft as new snow, she speaks, somehow preserving the quiet that surrounds them.

"If you would keep your silence, then none will make you talk. But if you would speak, step forward, and speak of who you wish to have remembered."

She'll go first. Break the ice, explain to them what is happening, give them an example to follow.

"I would remember those dead by my hand. The innocents whose faces and names are now lost to recollection, those who suffered because of me. They still were, even if I cannot name them, and they always will have been. May they rest now, in the afterlife they earned."

She kneels down, calling another spark to her hands and lighting one of the candles there. Rising, she looks back, ready to let the others have their say. One by one, speaking their loss, giving their burdens to winter and flame, laying the dead into the earth. Lighting their candles with their own flames, life given by choice, memory upheld into the night.

When they're done, she steps forward again.

"...And I would remember one more. The woman I once was, who knew so little of truly living life. She was someone that no one would shed a tear for, in all her wretched cruelty. But I wear our body, and I carry our name, and I bear up under our past. She died, and I was born, and in a sense, I am her afterlife. I promised her I would not forget her, and I never will."

Another candle is lit, and she moves back to the group. There are numerous ones still unlit - but this isn't over.

"We remember all those spoken and unspoken. We remember ourselves. Those before, and those after, and those now."

Her hand moves over her candle's flame, drawing out a thin thread that floats down, wispy as spider silk, until it connects with one of the others already lit. And then another, and another - and the flame creeps, migrates to the unlit candles, bringing them to life one by one, until every candle both held and placed are lit, connected by shining strands woven together, flowing into each other, sustained for as long as they need it to be.

There is no verbal acknowledgement when it is over. Only an understanding that ripples and passes through the woven light, and the connections slowly fading out, releasing them to return home where it's warm, where they can remember life as well as death. Fever will be the last one out from this, but raising her veil, she looks at the others with eyes that shine with unshed tears.

Thank you, the look seems to say.
abhorrently: (dance.)

for papyrus.

[personal profile] abhorrently 2025-12-20 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Carefully wrapped up, a box is waiting for the island's one and only Papyrus. It reveals itself to be made of sturdy wood, and inside is a collection of wooden toy soldiers, all ready to engage in mock battle for the discerning eye.

There's a simple note included:

May they serve their new commander well.

-F.D.
bedknobsandbroomsticks: (052)

For Kris

[personal profile] bedknobsandbroomsticks 2025-12-20 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Kris receives a small wooden chest with golden ribbon wrapped around it. It's about 11 by 7 inches big. Inside the chest they will find the inside lightly frosted with an enchantment from where two cups of neatly contained Butterscotch pie sit. The enchantment doesn't affect the other gifts inside and will wear off once they've eaten the contents of both dessert cups.

She wasn't sure a knife was a good idea or where to find gold boots, so instead Kris will receive a quill and inkwell as well as a lovely fountain pen.

The last thing is a note that reads:

Dear Kris,
I hope these gifts find you well and that your holiday has been a good one. Should you ever like more Butterscotch pie, let me know through the Sending Stone. I'm more than happy to make more for you. Please look after yourself.

Sincerely, Scarlett
incomingchoppers: (just happy to be here sir!)

For Shen Qingqiu

[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2025-12-20 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Shen Qingqiu's present is a giant bag absolutely stuffed to the brim with Pez candy. Luckily, Captain Dominguez considered the dispensers part of the packaging! They're all vintage, too... well, vintage from Shen Qingqiu's POV, anyway.

Mr. Shen,

Hello! This is a brand new candy that America just started making. I wouldn't've even known about it if my mom hadn't sent me some! Hope you like it and hope you have fun with the dispensers!

Happy holidays,
Sincerely,
Radar O'Reilly
not_a_traitor: (can you hear me now?)

For Ralsei

[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2025-12-20 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Ralsei gets a squishy package that's about the size -- if not the weight -- of two large textbooks. Inside is a thickly-knit scarf that evokes snow on evergreen branches.

(Gaeta's never met the kid, but he figures you can't go wrong with knitwear. Plus... you know. Weaving. Sometimes you just have to lean into the spider stereotype.)

To Ralsei,

Happy holidays! I hope this keeps you warm as we head into winter.

Sincerely,
Felix Gaeta
thetombkeeper: (091)

For Felix Gaeta

[personal profile] thetombkeeper 2025-12-20 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
He's never actually gotten gifts for people before, outside of making stuff for his siblings. This is... unusual for him.

Gaeta receives a nicely wrapped package. The wrapping paper is the standard brown paper but the ribbon is gold. Inside is a small vial of sandalwood perfume, a long black scarf, and a matching pair of mittens, both made of thick wool yarn.

Included is a note:

If you want a different scent, let me know. I have plenty more I can exchange it with. Have a happy holiday.

- Namu
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for Cassandra

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-12-20 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
A decent size bag with CASSANDRA written on a tag on a string around the handle, turns out to be holding a square painting stretched over a wooden frame. It's filled with blues, depicting a scene of the sky over the docks and ocean - the shoreline only visible as a sliver of ground along the bottom.

The back of the canvas is signed, simply,
- PAPYRUS

But tucked inside the frame is a knitted doily, wrapped around a note and a slightly yellowed bone with a white ribbon tied in a bow around it. The note reads,

PLEASE ENJOY THE DECORATIVE VIEW!
REGRETFULLY, THE VIEW IS ONLY A DEPICTION OF A SIGHT I ENJOYED.
YOU CAN VISIT THE DOCKS WHENEVER YOU LIKE,
BUT THE CLOUDS WILL NEVER BE THE SAME PATTERN AGAIN.
aghostinthemachine: (✬ When you're ready we can share the win)

For Glory Coldwood

[personal profile] aghostinthemachine 2025-12-20 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Glory receives a medium sized box addressed to her! Inside are individual wrapped presents with plenty of pretty ribbons and decorated wrapping paper.

The first present is multiple bags of different flavors of beef jerky. Easy to preserve, long lasting, and delicious!

The second is a bouquet of purple and blue Morning Glories.

The third is a very cute (or creepy depending on your perspective) handmade antique toy of an elf girl in a floral dress. Something about it being inspired by some of the local monsters someone saw once. The worker at the store said its name was "Pazuzu."

Of course, included is a very nicely written note:

Dear Miss Glory Coldwood,

Happy Givingstide! I hope your holiday is filled with lots of presents, love, and plenty of hugs!

Sincerely, Mettaton ♥
hotgirlsummer: (Default)

For Mettaton

[personal profile] hotgirlsummer 2025-12-20 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
Haley is relieved to find that her recipient is someone she has seen around town and knows exactly what the vibe is. She finds Mettaton at the party, carrying a fairly tall gift bag.

"Hi," she says as she passes the bag over. "Hope you like. I added the little detailing myself."

Inside are a pair of fur-lined, high-heeled winter boots and a glass bottle of water-repellent coating intended for suede with instructions to reapply every 3-4 months. The fur-lining was clearly sewn in by hand, but it still looks fairly neat--- someone's been practicing.

"I know the heartbreak of losing a good pair of heels to snow. These should last you a good long while, and I think they'll work with those little outfits you do your shows in, too, yeah?"
abhorrently: (eyes.)

(birthday - open.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2025-12-20 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
In comparison to the solemnity of the night before, Fever rises on the morning of the eleventh with joy in her heart and lightness in her step. It's her birthday - the first birthday she can recall ever having, and she's excited for it. There's no grand celebration planned, nothing ornate, but she still has a few ideas for herself. Mostly, it centers around bundling up and going out, eager to pay visits to her nearest and dearest just to see them and be around them. Life, in all its beauty, calls out today.

It might not be a day for the Winter Market, but she still meanders through the downtown area on her way, looking in windows and generally taking her time with things. Or she's obtained a cup of hot cider from somewhere to sip and stroll, or she's making better friends with the local small ones who share a deep fascination with all things grotesque and gruesome, happily chatting away about the fiendish fights she's been in. Should children be hearing about goblin brains splattering and gouts of ogre blood pouring? Probably not, but it makes them delighted with her, and soothes the creature in her head that will always call for more violence.

Those who she knows will welcome her just might get a knock at the door at some point in the day or evening, and a visitor with bright eyes and cold-flushed cheeks come to see them. Sure, a birthday is about getting celebrated, but it's also about doing what you want to do, and reminding herself of all the connections she's made, after finally trying to lay some ghosts to rest, is what she wants.
abhorrently: (peace.)

(givingstide - open.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2025-12-20 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Givingstide means she shows up with a bag in hand, trinkets for friends and companions ready to dispense when they're reached in the sleigh. Fever's content enough to just bask in the warmth of the goings-on, nearly always wearing a smile where she is - eating good food, drinking mead, trying different sweets. Sometimes she sits on a couch, other times she's up and dancing, or singing along with the songs she knows. And if someone asks nicely, she'll go outside in the snow to play or craft a snowman. Not for too long, though - there's enough warmth and good company indoors.

By the time things are winding down, she can be found curled up happily somewhere soft, nearer the fire, eyes half closed in the satisfaction that holiday food and comforting background chatter brings. She'll have to go home at some point, but for now, she's content to bask in the atmosphere. If anyone comes close and she knows them passingly, though, she may reach out like a lazy cat to get their attention, brushing against a hand or a forearm. Come linger a little longer, because it's cold outside.
abhorrently: (point.)

(wildcard.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2025-12-20 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[you all know what this is for.]
imjustaman: (sweetsmile_2)

Sephiroth | Final Fantasy VII | OTA

[personal profile] imjustaman 2025-12-20 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
Sephiroth and Zack celebrate Christmas, but they're also happy to partake of the other winter celebrations. Sephiroth celebrated Givingstide last year and is happy to share that with Zack. And Zack, well, several holidays of gifts and decorating and yummy food all in a row? He's in absolute Heaven.

Several trips to the winter market are made. Sephiroth can be found examining all the various wares with a careful eye. He wants to make sure he gets all the right things for everyone he's giving gifts to. The little Eevee riding on his shoulder makes commentary about almost everything, to his amusement.

At Givingstide, Sephiroth can be found at the Oak and Iron, partaking of the festivities. He and Zack have presents for others in the stack. They enjoy seeing everyone get their gifts and settle in with the delicious food.

For Christmas, Sephiroth lets Zack organize a little party of his own. Anyone is invited, even people Zack has only talked to once! Zack prepares food and they have quite a feast. And there are more presents, of course. Afterwards, they go to the temple for midnight mass.

Sephiroth looks thoughtful afterwards, stepping out into the snow and staring up into the sky. It's been peaceful these days, something everyone sorely needs. And he smiles to himself.

He and Zack fall asleep on the couch at home that night, happy in their togetherness with the peace of the winter holidays surrounding them.
drharvey: — 𝒅𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒚 | 𝒅𝒏𝒕 (Default)

Dr. James Harvey | Casper

[personal profile] drharvey 2025-12-20 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)

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