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TDM #13 - Blood and Snow


Pumpkin Hollow Gazette: Winter Issue 2025-2026
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Pumpkin Hollow Gazette

12/9/25 - 2/28/26 | TDM #13 - Blood and Snow
Winter Pokémon Types - Ice, Steel, Rock, Psychic

WELCOME TO PUMPKIN HOLLOW

By Yorick Aberdeen

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The crop for which the town is named.

It’s winter in Pumpkin Hollow, which means it’s time for brisk and clear weather, beautiful snowy vistas, beloved holiday traditions, and ice skating on the lake that is normally trying to kill you. Of course, these next few months will undoubtedly find a way to be as challenging as any others, if not moreso, but Pumpkin Hollow is a town of hardy people! We can’t be slowed down by a few sharp winds, sub-freezing temperatures, or whispering trees that beckon to us, hypnotizing us to wander the woods until we collapse into the snow and allow the bone deep chill to consume us! It’ll take more than that to keep this town down.

In any case, if you’re just arriving on the islands for the very first time, you’re in luck! Despite the challenges and the cold, winter is a beautiful time on the island. Indulge in our delightful winter street market and take part in interdimensional cultural exchange as native Hollowites and off-worlders alike swap traditions and stories from all across the multiverse. And, of course, who knows what the new year will have in store?

We invite any newcomers, as with all those who came before you, to enjoy your stay at the Oak & Iron tavern inn while you settle in. (Or the Autumn Leaves Dormitory House, for the newly arrived youngsters.) Please stop by Town Hall to discuss opportunities for work and more permanent housing! All newcomers get 100 Brass in their pocket upon arrival, so we encourage you to take advantage of this as well. Reach out to your neighbors for help if you need it, and don’t forget to pick up your copy of the Pumpkin Hollow Gazette whenever you need the local news!

WINTER WEATHER REPORT

By Phil Connors

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Mind your step on the roads!

Winter comes again, Hollowites, and with it is the wind and snow. Keep your scarves on, your firewood stocked, and drafty windows sealed—though I'm sure you all know what to do after our little cold snap last August. Early in the season we'll only get a few dustings of snow here and there before it comes down in earnest around the turn of the year. Long nights mean dramatic sunsets and starry skies, and if you're lucky, you can catch a bit of the Aurora too! Be sure to get what daylight you can while the sun is up. Do it for me. I commute in before the sun rises and leave when it's dark.

A WINTER ABOUT TOWN IN PUMPKIN HOLLOW

By Timothy Stoker

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No matter where you are in the universe, every winter needs a good Winter Market, and Pumpkin Hollow is happy to provide. Every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, December through February, vendors will take to the chilly streets with unique goods, artisan crafts, and seasonal foods. With Givingstide near the winter solstice and Merrymeet hot on the heels of the new year, this is a great way to find a thoughtful gift for that someone special.

And of course, there's more to do than just shop. Booths peddling hot fried delicacies, festive baked goods, and seasonal favorites aim to keep you warm and full this season. Horse-drawn sleigh rides are a fun way to take in the sights of the island, or get a moment alone with someone special. Or rent some ice skates and go for a glide on scenic Lake Sal-Co-Penn, which, as Yorick stated, is usually trying to kill you. All that spooky junk is helpfully sealed beneath the ice this time of year. Just don't look down, or if you do, try not to stare.

And when you're ready to warm up after your trip through winter wonderland, stop on by Empty Pockets Music Bar, where a rotating cast of Pumpkin Hollow’s premiere entertainment will be performing throughout each weekend. Local acts like Juniper Sweetwater, Cormac and the Banshees, and the Deadwood Five will perform beloved winter favorites from the Emerald Isles, and a few off-worlders will have acts as well. Enjoy sultry baritone renditions of Christmas classics performed by Mettaton, the smooth blues stylings of Grace Holloway, or a series of holiday specials from Mr. Ant Tenna’s TV Time for Stage.

Winter’s a tough time no matter where you’re from, but there’s no shortage of ways to stay sane this season. So do this reporter a favor and treat yourself to some fun, lest the biting cold and endless grey skies drive us all to madness. Happy holidays!

THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE CHILLY

By Phil Connors

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Beautiful, mysterious, deadly.

With the turn of the season, the island has gotten a few new spooky visitors as it so often does. This winter, keep an eye out for "kesapasa." These little snowball spirits have taken a shine to many members of our colorful population. It's good luck to attract one, but you might want to keep your schedules fast and loose—once one arrives, a flock tends to follow.

But they've got a fiercer counterpart roaming around: the "yuki-onna," a snowy woman with skin and clothes of white, is looking for love. If she's interested in you, your options are death or dating. Talk about a cougar! As in she could maul me very fast. If you take her out on the town, be prepared for some very unnerving conversation topics, but at least you'll both get a nice dinner out of it.

TERROR AMONG LOCAL HORSES!

By Yorick Aberdeen

Town Hall has requested that all ranchers of Northwest Hollow stay on alert this coming winter. As the days grow shorter, and our nights grow colder, it seems as though someone or something has taken the opportunity to spirit away the beloved steeds of our farmlands. They return the following day, but not without damage; though their bodies are intact when they return, they seem rattled by the ordeal, causing the stress to be shared by other livestock, commutes by horseback to take a fair deal longer, and injuries abound. (During an interview, this intrepid reporter only nearly avoided what certainly would have been a very devastating kick!)

We've had extremely scarce reports on what these thieves look like, but each farmer has reported the same pieces of information, which are listed below.

  • Every incident has occurred a mere hour or two after nightfall.
  • Other animals are said to be anxious when they're checked last; some screams of animals have been noted.
  • Every taken horse has been at pasture, as opposed to in a barn.
Other strange phenomena have been shrieking winds, unusual weather patterns, and bloodied areas in the woodlands, which our constabulary fears may be related to unsavory ritual activity. For now, our best recommendation to all our neighbors with hooved companions would be to lock them up at night for their own safety.

ISLE OF MISFIT TOYS GONE AWRY

By Melanie King

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Pretty doll, but there's something about the eyes...

The winter holidays are always a time of gift-giving and receiving, but it seems like this year someone has taken it upon themselves to leave some extra special surprises for people all across town. Mysterious toys are appearing on people's doorsteps, windowsills, bedsides—and, according to some reports, even being handed to people directly. Children seem to be the main target of these special gifts, with parents of children in close second, but unattached adults aren't being left out of the giving spirit entirely.

Those reports we've had from people meeting this generous individual describe him as unnaturally thin and tall, with a long, matted black beard and strange eyes. The toys are, as far as we can tell, perfectly normal toys of bespoke handmade production and range from simple toy soldiers to extravagant doll houses, rocking horses and even items with limited mechanical function. However, according to one of this reporter's colleagues at town hall, they may, and I quote: "do freaky things", so buyer beware. These gifts may not be all that they seem.

PINK SNOW HEATS THINGS UP!

By Mettaton

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Let's get cozy!

Love is in the air this Valentines! ... Quite literally in this instance, darling readers! We've received reports of people acting strangely after being out in the snow for some time. Something about pink snowflakes? Who's ever seen a pink snowflake before?— But we digress: By strangely, we mean lovely-dovey. Some sort of magical prank? A new form of Cupid's Arrow? Oh, the possibilities! Just mind yourself during this strange bout of snow or else you might start smooching your neighbor before you can even stop yourself! No one wants the holiday of love filled with harassment charges~

TREE-RELATED DISAPPEARANCES UNDER INVESTIGATION

By Timothy Stoker

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Can you see it?

Looking for a bit of intrigue and mystery this winter? Look no further than your own yard, Pumpkin Hollow, and by that I mean you absolutely should not go looking under any circumstances. Reports have been coming in of strange, spindly, grey-brown creatures hiding in leafless trees. And you know what a waifish, spiny, grey-brown creature looks a hell of a lot like? If you guessed a leafless tree, you’d be correct.

It’s hard telling precisely what these camouflaged creeps want from us. More reports from those who come into contact with them will help, of course, but for the moment, paranormal wildlife expert Dr. Elias Coldwood has stated that they appear to be fae folk. “They seem to be tree spirits associated with the Court of Green Willows,” Dr. Coldwood said in an interview with me at his lighthouse abode, when approached for comment on a tip he left with the Board of Safety. “I’m not familiar with this particular species, but given just how many unknowns there are within the Feywilds, this isn’t entirely uncommon even among occult scholars, which isn’t the part that concerns me. The concerning part is just how inconsistent their apparent motives are.”

Coldwood went on to describe the behavior he’d been observing in reports gathered from the victims of these spirits after they returned from their harrowing encounters. According to these statements, victims who made eye contact with one of these silent spirits found themselves wandering disoriented and aimless through a woodland that didn’t seem “right,” like an uncannily stretched version of our own Lockwood Forest. Some of them were gone for hours or even days, losing their sense of time, until suddenly encountering another person at last. Each victim reports being overcome with the impulse to do something to this other person, ranging from things like stealing an object from their person, divulging a personal life detail to them, kissing them, or even physically attacking them with murderous intent. While some were able to overcome this intense urge, others were not so fortunate.

After the interview, the good doctor was kind enough to offer this reporter a cup of coffee and an opportunity to be given a comprehensive toy collection tour by his adorable, spooky, eldritch daughter. He leaves us with all the information he has, as well as one vital safety tip--- do not look into the trees, lest they look back. The Department of Supernatural Affairs will continue to collaborate with Dr. Coldwood on a potential solution, but until then, best keep your eyes to the road.

Thank you for reading!

Further Details...
Winter Market The Winter Market taking place throughout Downtown Hollow is a seasonal staple of winter TDMs each year in PH! Givingstide, which takes place on December 21st, and Merrymeet, which is always the second weekend in February, are two important local holidays that take place during this time where gifts are often involved, with Givingstide being a Yule/Christmas analogue and Merrymeet being a romantic flower festival welcoming the impending spring. The selection of goods on offer will gradually shift depending on which month you’re looking in, but wintery decorative items and food will be available for the duration.

As usual, food booth costs are considered applicable to your food voucher/grocery budget for the month, and ice skate and sleigh ride fees are considered negligible expenses that don’t have to be marked on your bank ledger. For gift purchases, please reference the price chart seen below:

price guide
Kesapasa & Yuki-Onna These two snow-spirits share a wintery theme and an origin in Japanese folklore, but little else.

Kesapasa, which are little drifting puffballs who roll through the snow or float through the air, have round black eyes and black stick-legs. They are harmless, and in fact will bless you with good luck if they take a shine to you, granting you small boons such as finding an interesting marble in the snow, showing up to a food booth when a fresh batch of your favorite treat just got stocked, or spotting a stunning herd of deer on your sleigh ride. However, once you have one, others are likely to join it, following you around all day and clinging to your person or invading your home. So, you win some, you lose some. They will usually lose interest within a day or two.

The yuki-onna, however, is another story. A prop NPC that can be played by any player as they like, yuki-onna is a beautiful but malevolent winter yokai known for luring her victims to their death. But this year, she’s looking to change her ways and find her true love--- by whatever means necessary. If you encounter her, she will demand you take her on a date, and the punishment for declining is death. So dress nicely, and treat her with the respect she deserves, because as long as she remains pleased with you, you’ll survive the encounter.

See someone on a date with yuki-onna? There are ways you can help! Wingman from the shadows to help ensure the date goes off without a hitch, try to seduce her yourself to take the heat (or the ice, as it were) off her current victim, or assist the victim in orchestrating an elaborate excuse for needing to cut the outing short. Yuki-onna is also open to double-dates and polyamorous dates, so feel free to get creative!

Unfortunately, you won’t end up being yuki-onna’s true love no matter what you do. At the end of February, she will meet her soulmate in the form of a monster from a previous TDM. The Dirt Man, a sinister shadowy cowboy who makes his lair in the nearby mountain and occasionally demands offerings of loose earth, will whisk her off her feet. They will have a spring wedding and it will be beautiful. (You’re not invited. Awkward.)
Horse Thief [cw: animal harm/temporary death, claustrophobia, being eaten by a monster] This specific prompt contains spoilers for the 2022 film NOPE by Jordan Peele. It is an excellent film and it’s highly recommended that you check it out before reading this prompt if you haven’t already done so. (Please check the content warnings for the movie and enjoy safely!)

Do you ever pay much attention to the clouds? If not, maybe you should start. It’s harder to catch with how overcast it tends to be during the winter time, but on clear days you can spot the strangest thing if you look. A big, puffy nimbus cloud that never moves, hanging over the farmlands in Northwest Hollow.

Large livestock, particularly horses but also cattle, pigs, and sheep, can be heard shrieking in the distance. When you run to find them, they will already be gone. Or, maybe if you’re unlucky, you will spot them being sucked up into an inexplicable wind vortex and vanishing into the cloud. What resides under the cover of this cloud looks a lot like the classic image of a UFO, but is in fact a living being, known to some as Jean Jacket. And she’s hungry.

Animals revive just like people do after a day, despite their corpses not disappearing in the same way, so farmers and riders will find their animals safely returned to them the following day, but with an inexplicable terror of wide open fields with no cover and a particular wariness about that specific, ever-present cloud. And while Jean Jacket prefers animals with less inorganic matter on them, she’s not against scooping up people as well. And given that she’s the size of a house, she has a big appetite. Crowds are welcome targets, as well as someone riding a horse she’s after, and the process of being eaten and digested is slow, painful, and cramped. Not to mention she’ll spit out anything she can’t eat (mostly metal) along with a shower of blood. And she’s terribly petty, besides.

She’s big, fast, capable of flight, and extremely hostile, but that doesn’t mean she’s undefeatable. Tricking her into eating things that are dangerous for her tends to have the most success, but significantly powerful individuals may be able to deal harm in other ways. If she’s killed, she will take off for a couple of days once she resurrects, but eventually her appetite will drive her back. However, as many other threats do, she will vanish on her own come March.
Heinrich Unheimlich [cw: paranoia, haunted dolls and other toys]
Heinrich Unheimlich, wirst du mit mir spielen?
Heinrich Unheimlich, bist du in den Dielen?
Heinrich Unheimlich, oh, bist du in Sicht?
Heinrich Unheimlich, iss meine Eltern nicht.


Did you ever have a toy you wanted as a child, but never got? Or maybe you have a sentimental one from your childhood that you sometimes miss? Maybe you just like the look of a rustic, vintage, handmade toy. Whatever the case may be, you’ve received a gift. Whether you spotted the uncanny toymaker delivering it or not is up to coincidence, but it’s yours now, and it won’t let you throw it away.

The toy can be anything, regardless of time period of origin or design, but you’ll immediately be aware of something off about it that will slowly instill an unshakable sense of creeping dread in you every time you see it. It moves on its own, and will even appear in public places as the encounter escalates. As previously stated, the toy cannot be burned, smashed, thrown away, abandoned, contained, hidden, or permanently destroyed/disposed of in any fashion. Seriously, if you can imagine it, this thing can either survive it or come back from it. Your only option to get rid of it is to wait until Heinrich Unheimlich has gotten his fill of your terror, or to gift it to someone else. If you can persuade them to take it, that is.

Ironically, so long as you remain frightened of the toy, you’ll find it to be mostly harmless. It may start escalating its nonsense if you become desensitized, however, and if you try to stand up to it or call its bluff, then you’ll need to check out our death reference. Heinrich's creations don't take kindly to heroics. Eventually, though, the toy will move on and vanish entirely from your home, taking your sanity with it. Feel free to play this for genuine horror or for creepy comedy, and get as intense with hauntings as your heart desires!
Snowflakes[cw: loss of autonomy, potential for NSFW] Oh, the weather outside is frightful! Pink snowflakes are on the loose, and you might be their next victim.

During any regular snowfall, there will occasionally be a tiny, subtly pink snowflake fluttering among the normal flurries. If it lands on you, it'll bring out your affectionate side. How it manifests varies by victim, and it doesn't necessarily have to be overtly romantic, but you'll see effects ranging from making you cuddly, emotionally vulnerable, lonely and clingy, grandly romantic, or maybe even a little spicy…

Despite Mettaton's warnings, the urge isn't so strong as to drive you to cross boundaries against your will, so be nice! Or at the very least, only be as naughty as everyone involved is up for. Maybe you'll get a date for Merrymeet out of it! Happy cuffing season, and let it snow!
Tree Fae [cw: loss of autonomy, unreality] LYou could find one in any tree. The old oak by the temple, its sacred roots entwined with the holy space it shelters. The young birch that marks the halfway point on your commute to the market. The gnarled maple by the train station. Or any of the naked trees hidden among the towering pines of Lockwood Forest. Almost impossible to spot when still, these emissaries of the fairy court known as the Green Willows will only move when they want to draw your eye. And if you meet their gaze, beady emerald gleams amid the bark of their skin, you are already under their spell.

The descriptions laid out in the article were pretty much what you needed to know. Once you are enchanted by one of these tree spirits, you will be away with the fairies in the most literal sense, wandering deliriously through an endless woodland until you encounter another person. A fellow victim, or a random woodland wanderer? It won't matter to the magic that binds you--- the trees demand an offering. A stolen item, a stolen kiss, a terrible secret, blood, or even a life.

If the person you've met is a fellow victim, they will be overcome with an urge that either matches yours or conflicts with it. Perhaps you can fight it off together, or perhaps you will succumb together. Or if the person you find is just an unrelated stranger, they may be able to help you snap out of it. Use of dice is not required, but highly encouraged to determine success or failure! If you're able to shake the spell, you're in the clear aside from having to walk all the way home, but otherwise you'll find yourself outside your own door somehow once the offering's conditions are satisfied. If you survive, that is.
Pokémon Each season, new types of Pokémon can be found in nature around the island! They cannot be captured as the technology does not exist on Marrow Isle, but they can be befriended and kept as pets. Since there is no PC, each person can have no more than six. You can befriend any Pokémon who has at least one type that matches the list at the top of the newspaper, or that can evolve into one. (Eevee can be caught in any season.) Legendaries are off limits for obvious reasons, and mythicals can be encountered for fun but not kept! Evolutionary stones can be found in Paradesium, the magical subterranean jungle beneath the mountain to the North. Every type will be available at some point throughout the year, so if you don’t have access to your fave yet, check back next season!
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Sciel | Clair Obscure: Expedition 33 | 33 years old | OTA

[personal profile] deathisafriend 2025-12-12 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: I'll avoid writing any big spoilers, but some smaller things might come up. You can view her opt-out/content warnings HERE. I'm more than happy to work around any topics as necessary.]

THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE CHILLY
Snow! It's all around! Oh, her poor husband would have loved this. She's not so sure she likes how cold it is, but the way it lays over everything like a silent hush feels... magical.

As she's crunching her way through piles of it to explore deeper, rubbing her chapped red hands against the chill, she notices something a little larger than a snow flake swirling in the wind just up ahead.

"Oh!" she exclaims when it perches on the tip of her nose with its cute little twig legs, "H-Hello? What are you?"

There's no answer, but the tiny creature blinks back at her slowly and then pats at her face in a manner that seems friendly enough.

"I guess you can stay there if you wish, but you are making it very hard for me to see little...one?"

---

Much to Sciel's wonder and delight, it doesn't remain 'one' for long. Another and another keeps drifting toward her, perching in her hair like a crown of cotton fluff, and taking turns orbiting around her on gusts of wind. It's all harmless fun, for the most part, but by the end of the second day, she finds herself struggling to see where she's walking past the white tornado of fuzz that follows her like a personal cumulus cloud. If she isn't careful, she could walk right into someone...

...Like you!

"Oops! Sorry. Who have I stepped on now?"

TREE-RELATED DISAPPEARANCES UNDER INVESTIGATION
What was that thing she'd seen? It both looked like a tree and wasn't. She almost would have sworn it was another kind of Nevron but she'd only seen it for a split second, long enough to make eye contact with and then... then she doesn't know. She's come back to herself in the middle of the woods, soaking wet and shivering in her meager arrival clothing and donated coat.

H-How did I get here? Where is this?"

[ooc: up for the whole spectrum from stolen items, kiss, secrets, or even violence, but the secrets option, especially, may reveal spoilers. The others could to a lesser extent, so if that's a concern we can do a little ooc planning to avoid it.]

PINK SNOW HEATS THINGS UP!
[OOC: I really like this prompt, but I think it would be easier for me to write custom starters for this one, so if you want a pink snowflake thread with her, tag in for discussion here or PM me and I'll write one up just for you. There is the potential for spoilers in this prompt, too, so let me know if you'd rather avoid anything.]
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Chilly

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"Just me!" comes an easy-going, friendly voice. "Hi, I'm Zack!"

Some kind of animal makes a cute warbling sound.
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Marik Ishtar | Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters | 17 years old* | OTA

[personal profile] thetombkeeper 2025-12-13 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[*he'll be 17 on Dec 23rd. happy early birthday terrible blorbo]

[ Winter Market - Perfumes ]

Having spent most of his time being a shut-in November, outside of getting supplies, Marik assumed enough time had gone by for those he tormented to... perhaps forget what he looked like. He's also changed his look up a bit. Dressed in a nice wool coat, tweed suit, and a newsboy cap, the teen's wearing his eyeliner in just a general smoky eye look instead out the out-right Egyptian application he always wears, and his blonde hair slicked back into a ponytail which is tucked into the cap. The two things that are out of place are his rather elaborate earrings and his piercing, soulless lavender eyes.

Which, those who have dealt with him in less than nice circumstances might recognize those very unique eyes despite his efforts to change things up. (He's far too vain to change everything.)

He has a small stand set up — a rack of small glass vials filled with different, pale colored liquids. Perfumes. Each has a simple label with the scent in the vial. Various types of the different floral that are available in Pumpkin Hollow that haven't died off yet due to the cold, different types of woods, gourmands, berries, and musks. The price listed is 5B.

And most importantly, there's a kesapasa napping on the brim of his hat. Marik seems content enough to not really move, simply people watching until someone approaches his table.

If approached, he offers a smile and says in a friendly tone: "Good day. If there's any scents you might be interested in that you don't see here, I can do personal commissions as well. Just let me know."


[ December 23rd ]

On this particular day, Marik will not be running his stand. Instead he'll be checking out the various shops himself and enjoying the entertainment for about an hour or two before he makes his way to the Temple of Sacred Roots when the sun is at the highest point in the sky. He stands directly in the sun light, as if basking in its glory. Occasionally you may catch him reciting things in an (mostly) unknown language.

For the later part of the day, he simply sits in the graveyard outside the mausoleum, possibly tending to any maintenance the gravestones may need. By this point, a collection of kesapasa clinging to his coat. You may approach him at any point, whether he's still in the Marketplace, outside the Temple, or in the Graveyard. Those keen on sensing emotions can tell he is sad and extremely bitter.

How dare this place make him celebrate his birthday all by himself. Him! The one destined to be the new Pharaoh! Why else would he have been born on the day of the rebirth of Horus? It's his birthright!


[ Tree Fae ]

He hadn't taken the warning in the paper seriously. He hadn't meant to look the beast in the eye but his pride got the better of him. And now he's been wandering for... gods know how long.

But then Marik hears footsteps and he turns to see — ... another person. His gaze practically pierces into them and his walking suddenly becomes more brisk, heading straight for the other person, silently like a shark in the water.

The question is, what does the Fae want him to offer? What does he need to take?

[ooc: Happy to discuss in PM or discord what terrible deed Marik will do or vice versa!]
Edited 2025-12-13 02:25 (UTC)
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Mettaton | Undertale | Adult | OTA

[personal profile] aghostinthemachine 2025-12-13 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Givingstide Performances ]

Mettaton is absolutely ecstatic to perform for the Winter Market. He even had two custom outfits* made for his performances! (Although he primarily wears the Mariah Carey outfit. The Mean Girls dress is secondary.) If it was a popular song in the 80s, 90s, or early 2000s, the glambot likely knows and sings it. Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas Is You" and Wham!'s "Last Christmas," and Dead or Alive's "Blue Christmas**" seem to be his favorites but he also performs the classics, such as Earth Kitt's "Santa Baby" (which proves to be a bit of a steamy performance), Elvis Presley's "Blue Christmas," Burl Ives' "A Holly Jolly Christmas," Brenda Lee's "Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree," so many more, and all of the commercially well known songs.

He'd, of course, love someone to duet "Baby It's Cold Outside" with.


[ Winter Market ]

When not performing, Mettaton's out and about in the market, partaking in as much of the festivities as possible and picking out gifts for everyone he's met thus far, even if they've only spoken once. He's rubbing his chin as he looks over the various stands and what they have to offer, still dressed in whatever outfit he was wearing at the time of his shows.

"... Do they sell Marimo Balls here? Is that even a thing?"

"Skeletons do get cold, right?"

"Do you think a dress is too much for a new friend?"

"Here, let me buy that hot chocolate for you, darling!"



[*artwork by [tumblr.com profile] min-min-minnie

**linked to this song particularly because Pete Burns is pretty much how I picture his singing voice]
Edited 2025-12-13 03:12 (UTC)
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val | the silt verses | approx. 18-20

[personal profile] vallerina 2025-12-13 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Horse Thief
cw: blood, mild body horror
If you're a particularly upstanding town citizen, you might be prompted to investigate the reports of "bloodied areas in the woodlands." And if you do, you'll find a newcomer.

A young woman kneels in the snow, staring at the blood-spatter pattern before her. Even from a distance, it's clear that there's something not quite right about her. She doesn't seem cold, although maybe her military uniform helps with that. It's olive green, made from a thick (and in places, bloodstained) fabric, and it leaves very little skin exposed - just her head, neck, and hands. Looking at her for too long is difficult. There's something washed-out about her, something not quite in focus. Her pupils are the wrong size, and she does not blink enough.

When she realizes she has a visitor and looks up at you, it's like she's looking through you.

"Hello," she says, mildly. It's clear she's choosing her words carefully. A few of the wrong syllables are stressed. "Have you come to play detective with me?"

She treats it like a joke. But up overhead, clouds are gathering.

Heinrich Unheimlich
cw: references to parental abuse
Of course there was a doll Val always wanted. And she begged her mother for it, and her mother regarded her with chill and disdain, and that was that.

It appears on Val's bed in the Oak and Iron. Which is yet another sick joke, given that Val doesn't sleep in the bed. It leers at her through those glass eyes. When Val looks at it for too long, she sees her mother's daughter.

Unacceptable. Val attempts to smash it right there, but that doesn't work.

So she takes it outside, finds the driest sticks and logs she can, and a match, and...oh...she's burning it? Okay. Come burn dolls with her. Val herself is staring at the fire she's made, brooding and obviously pissed.

Tree Fae
cw: References to war, self-harm, unreality, loss of autonomy
Where she comes from, the other Saints leave her alone. They know she is already chosen; she is already marked. The ones here - because what are fae, if not Saints? - don't seem to understand that.

It happens quickly. Val looks at a tree in town. It looks back. And then she is the woods, wandering. It feels like she's walking to Nesh. Has she always been walking to Nesh? That's what they made her for. She needs to press on. Has to show them what she's capable of. That she can win their war for them, but can never be controlled.

And she needs -

- She crosses paths with someone else. You. And she looks you in the eye. Something makes her speak, but it's not The Last Word. It's something new. She wants to claw her throat out, but instead, she demands -

"Tell me something true."
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Grace Holloway | BioShock 2 | Early 40s | OTA

[personal profile] deepbluerevue 2025-12-13 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)

Winter Market



The windows of the Empty Pockets music bar are kept cracked all throughout the winter season, letting threads of music sneak out into the snow. Regularly, those outside hear a woman’s rich mezzo-soprano voice, timbre warm and bright in turns.

(The city of Rapture, being both under the sea and officially against religion, had neither snow nor Christmas. It did, however, love excuses for marketing, and its commercial singers kept snowy songs in repertoire.)

Inside, an apple-cheeked black woman in a tidy peach dress perches on a stool and carols to the audience, accompanied by a few instrumentalists, or occasionally by herself. Her voice has no trouble singing out sans microphone. From Irving Berlin’s I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm or When Winter Comes, to Jule Styne and Sammy Cahn’s Let It Snow!, to Benny Goodman’s Winter Weather, to Felix Bernard and Richard Bernhard Smith’s Winter Wonderland — it’s a bevy of early-twentieth century hits. On occasion, she even throws in a Silent Night. (Come the new year, her repertoire expands and shifts, bringing Frank Loesser’s What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve? and Irving Berlin’s Let's Start the New Year Right into the mix, among others. Merrymeet naturally brings a squadron of tongue-in-cheek, innuendo-laden, not-quite-love songs. Good old Do Your Duty and Careless Love Blues get sung a few times — and others as well, when youngsters aren’t in the room.)

As she sings, she smiles to the audience, winking at the shy folks. In between songs, she talks, telling the audience little anecdotes, funny or seasonal, sometimes pulling her fellow musicians in on the improv. If she spots a newcomer during a song, she’ll probably grin and pull them into a little patter before the next one starts.

In between sets, she sits far from the door at a small table, nursing a hot toddy and staying away from the cold air blowing in, what with her clothes being better suited to autumn. But there’s often a seat reserved next to her even with the place mostly-full, and she’s happy to wave someone over if they’re looking for a spot.

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Edited (fixed link) 2025-12-14 04:26 (UTC)
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OOC planning questions

[personal profile] deepbluerevue 2025-12-13 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hi! I think it’d be fun to have Grace meet Sciel through a tree fae encounter (or maybe pink snow?). I have a lot of fun with fraught situations, so I’m also down for any of those options! Considerations:
- I don’t mind about spoilers! I probably am not going to get around to playing Clair Obscur, I only have so much gaming time in me 😂
- If Grace is a bystander, she’ll be baseline sympathetic and wanting to help the newcomer snap out of it. If Grace is also enchanted, she’ll be baseline upset at the situation (loss of agency) but will be trying her best to keep a lid on it since she knows it’s not her co-victim’s fault.
- Grace uses a walking cane and is very steady on her feet but not very fast (owing to stiff knee), nor is she terribly athletic. This would affect her ability to steal an item/fend off a thief, or attack/fend off an attack. Which could be interesting! She usually considers violence beneath her, but has an even stronger objection to her person being infringed upon.
- If Grace needed to steal or provide a kiss, she wouldn’t have any beef with the other person, though she’d be mad about the situation. If it were pink snow, she’d be baseline a bit angry about the altered mental state, either during or after the episode once she became aware of the change. (These probably also depend on whether she’s already read about these seasonal hazards in the newspaper: if so, she’d compartmentalize better because, well, just another Pumpkin Hollow hazard…) Lonely/clingy or spicy could be very interesting, though I could see cuddly or vulnerable being a good option.

Oops, longer than I thought it’d be!! TL;DR what would be most interesting to bounce off of Sciel?]
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Horse Thief (Capochin, 56)

[personal profile] staybizzy 2025-12-14 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
As a matter of fact, he is.

Given that the reports reference wide open fields, when the Bizzyboys were recruited to help investigate, the consensus was that those who check it out should probably be both fast and mobile in trees. So that meant Capochin and Patty. (Hector's too damn slow these days, alas.) And so here he is, arthritic joints aching, trying to figure out why the hell people's horses are turning into blood milkshakes apparently, and there's some girl out here dressed...

Well, frankly, a little like him. If it weren't for some differences in color and style, she could probably be mistaken for a Bizzyboy.

"I ain't here to play nothin'." Capochin puts his hands on his hips. "What're you doin' out here, kid? You just stumble off da boat dis mornin' or somethin'?"
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[personal profile] vallerina 2025-12-14 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Stumble?" It's hard to tell if Val is actually offended, or if her put-upon affect is just for show. "I think it might be more accurate to say that my coming was heralded as a miracle, praised by the town elder herself."

That part is a lie. Their conversation was quiet. Val didn't want to look her in the eye, and she does her best not to think about it now. Whatever she's getting here, it's not anything as trite as a second chance.

"But I could ask you the same question. Are you so dedicated to solving the town's problems because you're from here, even though you have the look of a Saint?"

Saint of what, Val doesn't know. But he speaks like a human but doesn't look like one, and Val speaks like a human but doesn't look like one, so that's the best guess she's got.
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[personal profile] staybizzy 2025-12-14 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
In some ways, she isn't wrong. In the context of her own world, the things Capochin's been and done could be interpreted as acts of Sainthood if you tilt your head and squint. After all, how many living things can say that they've ripped out pieces of their still-beating heart in the name of a god and lived to tell the tale? Not every divine miracle is beautiful or kind. Val surely knows this better than most.

Capochin doesn't know anything about Val, though, nor her world. So he has no idea what she's talking about. "I been here a while," he informs her curtly. "And dis happens to be my job. You gonna help out or what? 'Cause whatever dis is, it's probably some spooky crap again, and it usually ain't a good idea to wait around for it to find ya."
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Tree Fae [Anya, freshly 31]

[personal profile] cantstandthenoise 2025-12-14 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
Something true.

How long has Anya been wandering these woods? Winter has soaked into her bones, to the point where she hardly feels it aside from a bit of stiffness in the limbs. Perhaps the effort of walking is all that sands between her and freezing over completely. Or maybe it's some sort of boon given to all December babies, with ice already in their blood.

The last time Anya felt this distant, this disoriented, this far away from reality, she was on her way out of it. Is she dying? Has she been dying this whole time? Her existence in this place, an elaborate fever dream fueled by a drug-addled mind, just a product of paracetamol and ethanol and despair?

Something true.

In such an uncertain state, how could Anya even begin to discern what is true? Events are muddled, everything feels so far away and yet so recent, and she isn't even sure if she's really standing in the snow or if the chill of space and end of life are simply playing tricks on her.

Delirious and dizzy, Anya utters the one thing she knows for sure.

"I don't want to die alone."
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[personal profile] vallerina 2025-12-14 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
She hates to admit it, but spooky crap does pique her interest. Val doesn't especially care about helping the town, not after her cataclysmic failure in Nesh, but it can't hurt to be better informed.

"Depends what I'm helping with." She's eyeing that uniform. "Are you police?"
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[personal profile] vallerina 2025-12-14 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
A Saint is not a god, but there are similarities. Lies sustain Val when they are offered to her. Maybe that's why she got along so well with Charles, the professional liar. But that's not something she's thinking about right now. Instead, she notes that her mind feels the clearest it's been since she started wandering these woods. Not completely clear, but whatever this woman has said helps. It's true.

She picks up the story. Val doesn't know whether she's lying or not. Does it matter?

"You won't. You didn't." Gently, like she did for Carson: "You died surrounded by the people who loved you. Someone held your hand, and they said that their life was better because you were in it. There was no smoke, and there was no fire. Only peace."
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always be plugging

[personal profile] staybizzy 2025-12-14 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
The question immediately has him puffing up, a huge, wry grin taking up the majority of his blocky face. "Heck no! I'm a Bizzyboy! Which is better! Er--- don't tell da chief constable I said dat, though, she makes me noivous--- Anyways, the Bizzyboys are helpers for hire! You got a problem, you call us, and we'll pick da member of our team best suited for da job. I'm on dis one 'cause I'm da most experienced, and da most mobile."

Despite the bombastic quality of his boasting, he's not lying--- even in spite of his age and some arthritis, Capochin is undeniably fast. Faster than his younger underlings back home, at least. And Drainfolk are built to climb, with prehensile tails and nubby claws.

"So, Miss 'Heralded as a Miracle', ya wanna help me bust a horse rustler or not?"
Edited (wrong quotes oops) 2025-12-14 17:44 (UTC)
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[personal profile] cantstandthenoise 2025-12-14 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
It's hard to say what prevents The Last Word from reaching into Anya's past and editing it. Is it that Val's abilities are somewhat suppressed here? Or that both the god whose powers she borrows and Anya's first death are each a world away from here? Or is it that the offering demanded was something true?

Anya's head spins. The smell of sanitizer and rot fills her nose. On her tongue, the taste of vile, chemical mint and bile and blood linger.

"He didn't have a hand to hold mine with," she murmurs, staring at the ground. "Didn't have the words to speak. Wasn't there because he chose to be. But I made him wait with me anyway, because I'm--- selfish. I'm so selfish. I didn't even take him with me."
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[personal profile] lovethyneighb_or 2025-12-15 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Mulcahy misses music, he's been realizing more and more over the past year. He misses listening to it as frequently as they used to be able to, back where he comes from, and even more than that he misses playing it. Ragtime, vespers, jazz. He used to be someone who made music.

Years have passed, though. He goes through phases of this. The wishing will pass.

But tonight, as he listens to Grace sing the first snatches of home he's heard in years and years, it aches. To modern Earthers it may be antique, but it was 1953 when Mulcahy left his world, and it feels like listening to the radio all over again. He's already determined that trying to rebuild a life there is a lost cause, but... surely, when the barrier comes down, a visit here and there won't be remiss? For his sister, and this. His world may be ready to leave him behind, but he isn't quite willing to do the same.

In the crowd is a kind shadow. Dressed in all black with white hair and pale skin, a silver cross hangs from his neck. When Grace looks at him, he doesn't notice. His eyes are closed as he listens close.

When she's sitting aside, he chances an approach. Mulcahy walks up quietly with his hands in front of him. "Hello, ma'am. I, ah, wanted to thank you for your set tonight. Your voice is beautiful, and I found it particularly touching in particular. I used to hear those songs on the radio where I come from, and it's been a... a very long time since I've been home."
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[personal profile] deepbluerevue 2025-12-15 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
The inviting smile Grace pulled out when she heard his approach softens into something gentler as he speaks. When she replies, though, her tone may be sympathetic, but it’s also the casual sort of genial that doesn’t demand disclosure. “Thank you kindly, sir. A long time, huh? I know the feeling.” She nudges the chair catty-corner from her own at her table, inviting him to sit without imposing. “Spent twenty years someplace out of radio range myself before I ended up here. Sometimes I’m amazed I still remember these numbers so well.”
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Givingstide performances

[personal profile] deepbluerevue 2025-12-15 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Though Grace doesn’t hang around the winter market all the time, she certainly likes watching her fellow performers. It’s a little unclear what she thinks of the post-1980s songs… but she hums along to the ones she knows, and Mettaton’s rendition of Santa Baby actually makes her belly-laugh.

She applauds particularly loud at the end of his set. Once he’s done, she aims to catch his eye, then tilt her head at the empty seat next to her. If he has a minute, that is.
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Tarantulas | IDW Transformers | 6 million+ | OTA

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2025-12-15 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Winter Market

Among the trinkets and tasty winter snacks, there are several stalls selling coats and warm winter clothes -- but only one can boast the sale of blankets, shawls, scarves and handwarmers imbued with an actual warming charm, guaranteed to keep your extremities toasty no matter how long you stay outside. The purveyor of these goods is, of course, none other than Tarantulas -- although he himself is so heavily bundled up against the cold that all but his closest acquaintances could be forgiven for failing to recognize him. With his entire face covered except for 4-6 of his shining golden eyes, Tarantulas certainly cuts a strange figure -- although perhaps he will seem less intimidating if encountered on one of the days when his very young daughter accompanies him to the market, in which case visitors to his stall will be treated to the near-universal sight of a harried father trying to convince his toddler that no really, she needs to keep her coat on if she wants to stay outside. No, really. Dawn, this isn't negotiable! It's much too cold to run around in your shirt, you'll lower the effectiveness of your immune system. Yes, really! Darling, can you please just trust your father?

Apart from the charms each contains, most of the items Tarantulas is selling are perfectly normal coats and shawls, purchased in bulk from Cassandra de Rolo. However, a small number of shawls made from a more exotic material are also sale. They appear to be spun from a golden, silk-like material that seems to glow in the lantern light. Silk is rare on Marrow Island; the only source is the admittedly extensive closets of Leeds Manor. So how did he acquire such a material?

"I made it myself," Tarantulas declares with a haughty little sniff. "I am a spider, after all."
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[personal profile] thetombkeeper 2025-12-16 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Gold and Marik go together like salt and pepper. The beautiful golden fabric catches the teen's attention immediately and he does a bit of a double take, stepping back towards Tarantulas's stall.

His hand hovers over the shawl, as if afraid if he touches it, it might get destroyed.

Made... by a spider, the being says. Marik only gives Tarantulas a quick glance before his gaze falls back on the aforementioned object of his affection. To have a shawl made from spider's silk, that is infused with warming charms surely is a sign from the Gods that he deserves such a thing. Spoiled fucking brat.

"How much for it?"
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[personal profile] impostor_syndrome 2025-12-16 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, really? How long did it take you to make this much?" Purple asks, gesturing to the gold shawls on display. They're no fiber artist, but it's an eye-catching material, it's not so delicate that it falls apart if you look at it funny, and Tarantulas controls the entire supply. He could make bank off of this.

Might want to work on his marketing. Humans are pretty fucking squeamish about stuff that came out of a person's body, for a species that bears live young and named the whole branch of the evolutionary tree they came from after their ability to secrete nutritious fluids.
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[personal profile] lovethyneighb_or 2025-12-16 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
He hesitates as she pulls up a chair, but it'd be far more awkward to keep standing, so he sits. There's a shy, nervous sort of demeanor to him, but plenty friendly.

"I'm told that after a certain level of mastery of a piece, it never really leaves you. I've yet to test hat for myself, but it speaks well of your skill."
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[personal profile] deepbluerevue 2025-12-16 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Grace’s demeanor, for her part, is warm and open, leaning just a little towards the man with posture relaxed, wrists crossed casually on the table. “Aren’t you a charmer,” she says lightly, clearly not meaning anything by it. “It’s nice always getting to perform in front of a fresh audience, but I have to say I appreciate it when someone really knows where my set’s coming from. Back in the ‘40s, I had the radio on all the time, let me tell you. These folks didn’t even have radio, first time I arrived.”
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Perfumes

[personal profile] nevertakemyheart 2025-12-17 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wow, you make them yourself?" Zack is impressed. "If Aerith was here, I would totally buy some for her."

He looks over all the scents regardless, curious and interested.

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