#indie christmas rp
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seasonsmusings · 1 year ago
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Open Starter - Kristin Claus || Open to Anyone
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"Okay...but the reindeer have been working really really hard. They deserve a little treat."
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novanimationz · 16 days ago
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❄️Happy Holidays!!❄️
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NPC Appreciation was top of my 'what art do you wanna see' poll, so I chose one of my personal favorites...Patchie!
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strebcr · 1 month ago
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Nobody is perfect, after all
🦇 An independent headcanon based Streber from Spooky month written, loved, and haunted by Pineapple. Promo art by @infernalpursuit please check them out they're wonderful! 🦇
Personals blogs and minors DNI
Let's sing once again on a snowy night just like this
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whiskeysmulti · 26 days ago
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Multimuse, multifandom, 30+ RP blog. One liner, para, multi para and lit all accepted. Indie but highly selective. Featured fandoms include: KHR (primary fandom), Bleach, Banana Fish, Naruto, Nightmare Before Christmas, Child's Play, Saw, and Amnesia. Additional information can be found in my pinned post including mains, exclusives, DNI, affiliates, verses and wishlist. Please check my pinned before following and would you give this a like or reblog if interested? Thanks a lot! Love, Whiskey~
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t-errifier · 2 months ago
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T-ERRIFIER , an independent & highly selective interpretation of ART THE CLOWN from the franchise TERRIFIER.     this blog is  ONLY  made for those who are  OVER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN,    no  minors  will be permitted on the blog.   EXTREME GORE & HORROR SUBJECTS will be present on this blog; please do not follow if you are not comfortable with these topics. written by JACK, TWENTY - FIVE. promo credit to @/calisources !
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someotherdog · 1 month ago
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character / vinny availability / w, nb story / vinny is a mafia prince that's been forced by his don father to get a job. a job that he's not good at, nor does he really care about being good at because his father will eventually relent and give him his credit cards back. your muse is sick of his shit attitude at work and finally unloads on him, but all he can think about is how pretty your muse is when she's angry. (yes this is based off of cloyce and daisy on below deck sailing yacht what of it?) setting / their workplace! occupation/place of employment up to you
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vinny was listening… kind of. the more she went on about how he was bad at his job—a job he didn’t even want, since his father insisted he earn his own wage for a while to stop being such a monello all the time—the less he was comprehending. it was clear she was expecting some sort of response, so vinny swallowed dryly and tried to form a coherent thought: “uh huh.” he replied non-committedly, too focused on watching the color rise in her cheeks. “no, no, you’re… right. i’m, ah, so bad at this. you’re right. totally.” truthfully, for reasons he couldn’t understand, he didn’t mind if she kept yelling at him all night.
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gctawaygirl · 20 days ago
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officially off for the holdays! like this for a holiday/wintery starter, i wanna have things while i'm not working!
EDIT: if you want a specific muse of yours/mine or a specific pairing, reply or message!
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angelvings · 2 months ago
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                             i     went     to     the     christmas     market     today     meaning     im     now     craving     all     the     festive     plot     but     also     . .     make     it     angsty     yknow     ??     give     me     a     we     broke     up     but     i     haven't     told     my     parents     and     they're     expecting     us     both     for     christmas     so     i'll     literally     do     anything     for     you     to     pretend     we're     still     together     and     come     home     with     me     to     celebrate     or     something     'tis     the     damn     season     inspired     like     we     broke     up     last     year     and     haven't     seen     each     other     ever     since     but     im     back     in     out     hometown     for     christmas     break     and     we're     getting     close     again     and     we're     starting     to     regret     everything     but     also     i'll     be     gone     in     a     couple     weeks     anyway     so     !! 🥹
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untilthcyrot · 4 months ago
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🪲 🪲 🪲 🪲
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seasonsmusings · 1 year ago
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Open Starter - Anna Claus-Shepherd || Open to All
Phone pressed to her ear, Anna moved through the living room -- straightening throw pillows and picking up odds and ends. "Is he okay? How did it happen? Is anyone there? Maybe I should come up..."
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It wasn't the most ideal time to pull the kids out of school -- they still had a test of two before their quarter ended -- but for her dad...and to check on the rest of the family, she'd do it.
Her mom shouldn't have to wrangle everything all by herself. And true Noelle was there, but...
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glacierheart · 3 months ago
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THE HEIR TO JACK FROST.  ༄ ‎ ‎ 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭. son of the ice king. the lost winter prince. an anti hero original character crafted from the son to a villainous, wintry jack frost & a peculiar mix of a summer heroine for a mother named aestas to create an elaborate story of being the embodiment of both sides of the moral alignments with a complexed CHOICE between being good and evil. a character born from bad and GOOD ingredients. made of summer sun & winter FROST, the intricate antidote of a winter sunset. 
crossover friendly. ┊ dc, marvel, disney + disney descendants, the hunger games, stranger things, wednesday, fandomless & modern verses available. ┊ verses + rules page.
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cravemore · 16 days ago
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“    i    don’t    want    to    go    out    to    some    nice    dinner    or    crazy    party,    i    want    to    stay    in    here    in    my    pink    silkie    jamies    and    watch    christmas    movies    all    night. with you.    can    we    please    do    that    ?    ”
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driiipgod · 16 days ago
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open starter.
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"Merry Christmas...." Colby mumbles, rubbing his eyes. "What time is it? Do I even want to know?" He asked, half asleep.
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twistedgrace · 19 days ago
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The gallery doors clicked shut behind Riley as he stepped out into the crisp December evening, his breath forming clouds in the frosty air. Snow fell in soft flurries, blanketing the sidewalks and muffling the usual city sounds. The weight of the day’s work felt lighter now, replaced by the quiet anticipation of the holiday season. Riley adjusted the scarf around his neck, the wool scratchy but warm, and started down the street.
“Didn’t expect to see anyone out this late,” he called, spotting a familiar figure near the corner - someone that always seemed to come to the gallery every other day. His lips curved into a small smile as he approached, the streetlights catching the soft glint of snowflakes in his dark hair. “Let me guess—you’re finishing some last-minute shopping too?”
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aquamanandfriends · 25 days ago
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Christmas Crush
| muse: Dylan Sexton-Bradbury | open to: males | sexuality: homosexual | suggested connections: friend, fwb, boyfriend, fiancé, lover, maybe they don’t have a label, will they won’t they, crush, a cheerleader friend
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As a cheerleader he was always included in every party, half the time he planned them himself. Being that it was a Christmas party, Dylan had taken over everything to make sure it was perfect, the best Christmas blow out ever. He had been so excited to just have fun and enjoy his favorite time of year that he didn’t expect to see them there. As Jingle Bell Rock played Dylan found himself frozen in his spot unable to approach. God he was so hot, how was that fair? 
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reddevilmcnt · 1 month ago
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muse: micah [ professional nfl player. ] open to: m only for romance / muses of color to the front pls! plot: childhood friends who went their separate ways after college find themselves reunited for christmas dinner with your muse's family. maybe my guy was the one who stopped keeping in touch after he turned famous? drama, mutual pining, and smut later on will ensue!
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It was that time of year again, the season when thoughts of home and roots crept into his mind. The neighborhood where he grew up, a quiet little town that transformed into a postcard-perfect winter wonderland each December... seemed so far removed from his life now. Usually, his holidays were consumed by the grind of the NFL: team meetings, practices, and playoff preparation, leaving little room for nostalgia. But this year was different. For once, he had Christmas off. No obligations until Sunday presented the rare gift of rest, and though he was grateful for it, he found himself quietly stunned by an unexpected invitation that had abruptly propped up.
Sure, people from back home had reached out over the years, especially after he was drafted and his career skyrocketed. He’d always been polite but distant, carefully maintaining the space between the life he’d built and the one he’d left behind. He wasn’t trying to be cold, but small-town life had never felt like a fit for him. He wanted bigger, bolder, and brighter----- cravings his parents sometimes saw as arrogance. Still, he couldn’t ignore the tug of his mom’s voice over the phone when she mentioned that old neighbors had invited the family over for Christmas dinner. They’d even asked about him specifically. And somehow, he’d surprised himself by saying yes.
Maybe it was the timing. His recent breakup was fueled entirely by his reluctance to settle down the way his partner had wanted, and had left him feeling adrift. Maybe he just needed a change of scenery, a distraction to pull him out of his own head. Whatever the reason, he’d booked the flight.
The journey back was slow, with snowstorms snarling his travel plans, but he arrived just as the festivities were kicking off. The warm glow of lights spilling from the familiar neighbor’s house was a rather enchanting contrast to the biting cold outside, and Micah followed his parents up the icy steps, lagging just a little behind. With a carefully balanced casserole dish tucked under his arm, he paused at the doorway, steeling himself. A flicker of nervousness climbed in his chest, but he smothered it with a practiced, easy smile, allowing his natural charisma to just flow.
“Hey,” his voice was just loud enough to carry over the chatter inside, a rich and delicious rumble of a baritone. “Brought my famous sweet potato casserole. Think that’ll make the cut for dinner?”
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