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DC HOLIDAY SPECIAL (2017)

A Wilson Family Christmas.

Writer: Christopher Priest

Pencils: Tom Grummett

Inks: Scott Hanna

Color: Jeremy Cox

Lettering: Willie Schubert

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mon-el-of-daxxam:

He nodded along with Adrian and looked around. In the 31st century there was no bigotry or division of class based on your skin color, age or who you loved. Mon-El was from the future, and he had a little brighter disposition than most because he understood that this was the start of something bigger and better. “I admit the outfits are pretty great, everyone is being very expressive. I mean…” He waved to his own tee shirt, themed with a rainbow pattern behind it. “You can have a great combination of colors as well as whatever you like - and no one should be giving anyone else a hard time about it. Pretty glorious.” 

There’s a small nod of approval when the other showed off his shirt - it was something he’s always associated with people who are happier and just all around amazing like how he thought of his friend situated beside him. “Exactly! As long as you’re happy and being cool, you can do whatever you want without any issues! That’s the point of this.” Adrian did this every year and it was always the same: beautiful people being happy and content in their own skin. This year was no different. Sure, they had dealt with issues that only stack on top of each other, and they’ve lost some of their own, but this was just as strong as ever. There was a moment of thought and even a laugh before Adrian looked down at his own ensemble: a pin and an everyday outfit. “Though I have been getting teased... But, to be fair, NSYNC puns have slowly been dying down.”

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mon-el-of-daxxam:

“Definitely,” Mon replied as he took a sip of his new drink, enjoying the warmth it provided as well as the culture they were surrounded by right now. “Everyone has, understandably so, been so tense and worried lately with the changes in our lives. It’s pretty wonderful to see everyone coming together for both a good cause and to spend time with one another.” He hooked the bag of goodies he’d bought over his wrist and shoved it into his pocket, eyes scanning the crowd. He didn’t necessarily want to, but the Legionnaire in him always kept his eyes open in a crowd, you never really were ‘off duty’, after all. “What’s been your favorite part?” he asked Adrian with a smile.

“Exactly. And on the bright side, nothing can really take this away from us.” After he was done writing, he looked up at the other with a comfortable grin. This was definitely one of the few normal things that haven’t been messed with by, y’know, that. When asked about his favorite part, there was a moment of thought. Of course the atmosphere was the obvious answer; you take a rebuilding city and give them hope in the form of one of the biggest and most exciting things on the planet and you get something beautiful. But, at the same time, there were other things in the mix and in the end it comes down to the source of said answer. “Favorite part? That has to be the people. There’s nothing that doesn’t stem from that here.” A pause. “And the outfits, I mean look at them.”

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ravageroses:

As the doors of the train opened up to the platform, the excitement she was feeling definitely grew. Colorful flags and banners with uplifting message were everywhere and honestly, it was the most beautiful sight. Attending the the event had been special for the both of them. This was Adrian and Alex’s thing, among all other things. Every since she attended her first parade, she had always planned almost everything despite being known for always going with the flow. Also, every year, there was only one person she wanted to attend this event with and that’s her cousin, Adrian.

When she was nudged, her gaze turned towards him and watched as she was interpreting what he was trying to say to him. That earned an eyeroll from her and a chuckle hinted with fondness for him. He sometimes worried over nothing and there she was, just ready to take on the world with full force. There was always a balance between them and she liked it. Alex draped an arm over shoulder and grinned. “I told you, there is nothing to worry about. I gotcha.” She assured him before leading him out of the subway and into the direction of the parade. After reaching the venue, she tugged him towards the crowd, keeping a firm grasp on him so she wouldn’t lost him.

“I know, but there’s always something... And this year just feels different.” There’s never really something, but the truth was the guy always found something to give himself worry. Sure, he’s a carefree guy, but he’s never the most relaxed when it comes to important things. He’d always find some way to take it down a notch when he was with his cousin - he genuinely believed she had his back - but, there was always something in the back of his brain telling him that there’s a chance this or that could happen. Adrian felt defenseless sometimes. That wasn’t the concern he should be dealing with today.

Despite having been worried he wouldn’t have been able to carry on the two’s tradition, Adrian wore a grin and his eyes just took everything in. Especially when his cousin brought the two closer together. It just felt comforting. Being here finally and everything being perfect really did that to you. “You know I’ll still have fun though. I mean, we always manage to have a good time.” The streets were decorated head to toe and they were still on the outskirts of the thing. His brain shifted to figuring out how they could have undid last year instead of the alternatives that could be popping up. Rainbow, blue, pink, and more decorated everything and he was grateful for the hand holding him to reality before he ultimately got lost. Suddenly he pointed a direction with less people and quickly started to explain. “We could probably head through that way or find somewhere high up and close by.”

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wllyswest:

  wally’s not crying a little, you’re crying a little.  and it’s happy tears anyways.  you know, you get around a few happy gay people and the waterworks start.  it’s just a beautiful place, a beautiful time, a beautiful concept.  and wally’s got a tender heart, alright ??  no matter how chill he likes to act.  “ have you ever seen so many gorgeous people in one place ?? ” truly, it’s bizarre.  wally doesn’t think he’s seen someone less than a nine the entire time he’s been here. 

there was no disagreement from adrian when he looked over to the individual he just smiled. he had gotten a little bit teary eyed earlier and overall, this event was overwhelming. so many different emotions were here and so many different people. not a single one of them less beautiful than the next. “honestly? no. i think i’ve never seen this much confidence or happiness in one area of new york either, and that’s probably the reason... that and all the gorgeous people decided to gather around and celebrate today.” maybe that was the artist in him, but when he typed it out he genuinely believed it. this was a picture perfect thing and happiness really did bring out the best in people. stick a smile on anyone and watch their face just change to the best version of themself.

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mon-el-of-daxxam:

“Coffee?” Mon asked as he stepped up to one of the many vendors on the street. He already had a bag full of goodies and wore a rainbow colored tee shirt that was Star Wars, of all things. Darth Vader never looked so good in pink. He ordered a large coffee and one he got it, stirred in cream and sugar before turning back to look at the other vendors and where the parade was going on in the distance. “You have to admit, after everything that happened, it’s nice to see people out and about again. Moving on, or trying to…” He was one of them who still remembered everything, right up to that fateful snap.

Adrian’s hand flipped as if to say ‘go ahead, i’m good’ as he took the moments to stand towards the side and just smile to himself. There were so many beautiful things happneing that he just took the moment to enjoy them. The air was a mix of all the things people had been doing, the colors all had some sort of meaning - almost like a symbol for something more, and the voices of the crowd blurred into some sort of music that if he just closed his eyes he could even find something relaxing about it. Something familiar. His eyes remained shut until he heard his new friend’s voice break through the symphony. Eyes now shifted to looking at the other with a contemplative look before he typed up a response. In this new life, he had only seen the conflict on the news before he saw it in person. In his old life, he had been at the final battle and failed. That’s why he was here, having this conversation as a guy whose only major problem in life had been this. “Yeah... I think this is exactly what me and everyone else needed. Something just, nice. No problems, no worries, just a moment to be happy... You enjoying yourself?”

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oflcnterns:

“Hey!” Isabella yells out as she sees a small kid break free from their parents. Rushing over, she manoeuvres her small frame through the crowd and over the barrier the child has squeezed through, because pulling the child back just in time to avoid the next wave of the parade. “You need to stay with your parents, little one.” She tells them as she lifts the child up, balancing them on her hip as she slips back through the barrier and hands the kid back to some very frantic parents. As she does so, Isabella’s expression hardens, glaring at them  unforgivingly. “Take better care of them.”

Adrian saw what was happening and before he could do anything, he saw somebody go and chase after the kid. It was the best thing he’s seen all day. Even after the child’s savior made the parents suddenly turn embarrassed, Adrians first reaction was to walk up to her as she was leaving and offer her a drink. Quickly, he typed down a small question and made his way over to the stranger with the intent to ‘pay it forward’. When he walked up to her, he greeted her with a friendly smile and a wave before turning around his phone and pointing at it. “I saw what you did there and I know you weren’t expecting anything in return, but can I get you a drink? Water? Lemonade? Coke? Beer? Something else?”

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EVENT 001 STARTER (plotted out)

@bctwmn

long after the festivities winded down and everyone had split ways, adrian decided to go somewhere and just take in the more quiet parts of new york. somewhere he can just experience the parts of the day he could enjoy a lot more. sure, don’t get him wrong; he loved the pride march. it was one of the most impactful things he takes part of. but, he loved the moments of peace afterwards that he felt a lot more. the day made him feel better than anything, but the night let him reflect on that and sometimes even put those feelings into something more tangible.

when he arrived at the hidden park, he had brought himself a sketchbook and some pencil supplies - things like pencils, erasers, and a sharpener - and he started heading towards the spot he always went to. it was somewhere where every tree is placed perfectly and everything looked scenic. the pigeons were sleeping, the life was stiller, and the grass felt greener. more importantly, nobody would be there when he came - well nobody typically did at least.

when adrian had finally come to the spot, his eyes widened at a figure seated exactly where he did, scribbling away in some notebook. it completely caught him off guard, but instead of walking away he went over to investigate. that’s when he saw - or rather smelled - whatever familiar thing the person was smoking; then, that was when he met the person smoking and drawing. it was the gabrielle aarons. for a moment he considered turning back, this woman was one of the few artists he actually bothers to follow and he honestly couldn’t imagine she’d want to be disturbed in this moment. but, the urge to meet this hero role model mastermind became too great and soon enough he walked up in front of her and quickly turned up his volume to greet her. “hey! it’s really nice to meet you... my name’s adrian woods and i really don’t want to disturb you, but i just want to say that your work is phenomenal and i really, really like it. i don’t want an autograph and i can go or something, but i just wanted to say that. and that you’re honestly so much cooler in person.”

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ofnghtwng:

“Isn’t this amazing?!” Dick yells excitedly as he waves at some of the guys on the floats going by. He loves all of this - the colour, the energy, the life. It’s such a celebration of something so amazing, and even for someone who’s so comfortable in his own skin Dick still feels so.. at home in an event like this. “There’s just so much to do, so much to see - oh, hey - are you okay?”

This was the most fun he’s had at the event - everything was going great. Adrian wandered the crowd and even without someone he directly knew, he had fallen in line with a gentleman he felt drawn to. It wasn’t anything major but there was just a sense of familiarity - something inviting. Without even talking it just felt nice, the two of them admiring the true beauty of the day and just living. Upon the first question, he nodded before suddenly stopping. A hand was brought up to his forehead and for a moment he had to hold onto the metal fencing in front of him. After he regained his composure, he stood up and quickly nodded his head again before writing “not enough water” on the palm of his hand to let the other from worrying. But the truth was, he’s at least had two bottles so far and it doesn’t feel like it’s that - his brain just feels different.

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EVENT 001 STARTER (plotted out)

@ravageroses

adrian had been waiting for the march practically all year - he always loved the crowds and while he hadn’t been the most loud and proud person, it’s been a welcome tradition the cousins have done over the year and it’s helped him generally feel more confident in life. it’s just one of the few places that his life just feels even more perfect. he got a free pin he’s worn every following year, he’s been able to meet some of the greatest friends here, and he’s created one of his best songs while walking around the atmosphere.

that’s why he was now he was situated on the subway, standing next to his parade companion and just smiling. then he nudged her shoulder. “alex, i’m so glad we made it this year- i mean i was worried we’d have to miss it.” there wasn’t any particular reason the two would have, but every year they set up the meeting it’s always his first thought and he’s always terrified he jinxed it. but leaving that train of thought, his eyes widened at the sight of the best drag king he’s literally ever seen boarding the car. “or miss stuff like that.”

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ofcptns:

Nathan has been part of his fair share of movements. Quite on purpose, of course. He’s always had a strong moral compass, always wanted to stick to doing right, rather than doing easy. most of those are tough, full of anger and violence and stress. This… this is liberating. Somehow, at some point the day, someone hung a rainbow flag around his neck like a cape and he just ran with it - how could he say no, when they seemed so enthusiastic to see him here? “I know, it’s a bit much.” He chuckles as he pulls at it where it’s tied, shrugging a shoulder. “I dunno, someone just left it there. Said it was an inspiration to see me out here, so.. figured the least I could do was keep it on.”

There was something so joy-inducing satisfying about seeing some sort of familiar face most of America knew wearing a rainbow flag around their neck. Sure, Adrian wouldn’t be able to tell you the other’s exact name; but, he could tell you the stories he’s heard of the other and how much he’s done. The man was basically a hero. And, while Adrian never placed his own sexuality at the top of his own identity, these were the moments where he felt more in tune and proud of it.

Was that weird? Before the blonde had a chance to figure it out, the guy talked and all he could do was widen his eyes and nod. Then he held up a finger, making sure the other’s attention remained on him as he started to write up a reply. He had to talk to the guy. So, after grabbing and writing in his sketchpad, he flipped it around with a full-blown grin. “Well it is an inspiration and if I can say; you made the right choice. It really suits you... Maybe you can make that into some sort of costume and wear it as a cape.” Below the words was a crudely drawn stick figure of the man wearing some sort of getup consisting of the cape.

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howdy. it’s billy back again to let y’all know i’m going to be making replies and queue’ing them up for tomorrow because i’m babysitting all week and will only really get the nights to use my laptop. so there will probably be a reply a day (which i’ve already been doing tbh).

i also wanna say that i’m going to only be doing event threads till the event is over because i want to be focused on that. i’ll probably message after if we still have an unfinished thread when the event ends to see what we can do.

next order, i’m also going to slowly start up on general open starters (really slowly, like once a few days) until i feel i’m not busy when i start on those again. i am so used to twitter rping right now that i’ll reply to everything without realizing i don’t have that much brain matter or time to write up conversations over that character limit. if we plot something i will of course do a thread but i’m a mess.

and the final thing is that if we haven’t plotted, please come talk to me. i’m more than happy to work something out with you. i’m scatterbrained and ramble, but i do love to plot!

p.s. i’m trying to not double up on people for threads and avoiding some because i have certain things i don’t know what to do with, but if i didn’t respond to your starter i’m so sorry and come to me and we can do something. i really don’t bite.

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WESTWORLD II STARTERS (now closed)

“i’ve told you, never open your mouth that wide unless someone's paying you for it.” || @lvckypvnk

“but, you saw that, right?” obviously adrian’s mouth had dropped to the floor - if only that was caught on tape! if you could only rewind the series of events you’d see what unfolded in front of him. it started with a bet: “no you can’t possibly do that.” it moved to a quarter; it was tossed ever so delicately onto a bench. then it continued with various scenarios until ultimately the bench flipped. it was like a disaster movie and there was nothing that could explain that. it was just pure luck. after holding out a five for the other, his hands started back up, frantically trying to come up with something to say before he ultimately:

“how do you explain that?”

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mcnsora:

                      the voice shot a wave of recognition and hurt through her whole body, not even needing to look up to know who it was. she had hoped that being in such a big city she would never have to talk to him again, but fate was a cruel mistress. “i’m sure there are plenty of other tables you could sit at.” her voice was cold as she motioned with her hand to the rest of the packed coffee shop. she looked up for a moment to try and point out a table only to see that there were in fact, no open seats. sora let out a frustrated sigh, hating everything about her life. “just… just don’t talk to me.”

                     adrian’s eyebrows furrowed when the other spoke again, what happened within the seconds between him talking and her? he nodded and tried to keep on a much quieter smile to figure out what to do now. sitting down, the male looked over at a woman he’s never met and glanced at her notebook for a moment before turning back on his phone and typing again. “i like the journal- what are you working on.” he knew the other wanted quiet, but talking to someone else always helped him.

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cvpycvt:

Tessa felt an odd kinship to the youngin’, though she quite frankly didn’t know much of what it was. pieces of the puzzle to vanessa’s life had started creeping in, beginning with the people she surrounded herself with, her phobia’s (like that of the dark), little things really. she had approached the bar as if an unknown entity was pulling her towards it. tessa really had no real knowledge on why, just that she wanted to start following the signs. tessa was smart, almost as smart as her origin: vanessa. she was able to detect things, investigate them almost as good as vanessa herself. which is what made things even more befuddling. 

tess had sat herself in the middle of the room, scanning it for anything that could jog a part of vanessa’s mind. she found it within seconds, a young boy. he looked to be going through what she was, the memories flooding back, the sense of panic of not knowing who you are. she kept a close eye on him the entire night, in a quite creepy fashion. thus, when he walked out, she followed close behind.

she gave him a moment to himself before clearing her throat casually. as he rambled on, tessa took the chance to sit beside him though there wasn’t really an invitation to do so. she looked at him with her head tilted to the side. she sighed deeply. “kid, i don’t know your life—” she began to spoke, “—quite frankly, i don’t think i even know mine—” she said in an almost whisper. “but you look like you’re going through a rough time and sometimes the kindness of strangers helps?” honestly, she didn’t really know where she was going with this. “why don’t you dry your tears and tell a kind stranger what’s up. you might find it to be, i don’t fucking know, therapeutic?”

there weren’t as many times in his life he could remember being in a negative place; he’s always been an optimist. but when he had, he’s never coped with it properly. when he felt the woman moving closer he did nothing but scoot over a tiny bit. the truth was, he wouldn’t have said yes if she asked to sit with him, but he wasn’t going to stop it otherwise. his eyes remained towards the ground and he didn’t even glance over. if he did, he’d lose it.

her voice was somewhat soothing and while she was talking, he had almost lost himself in the tone before realizing the message of it - she was trying to reach out to. that’s what he thought. granted, he was the one with tears down his face, but you don’t just do this for a complete stranger unless you’re invested somehow. after leaving her words hanging in the air, and wiping his eyes once more as the other advised, he started to reply. maybe it would be therapeutic or something.

“i don’t know... i guess that’s the problem. all my life i haven’t known half of it and i’ve been okay with it; but, it seems like recently it’s started having obstacles.” like situations with people he’s never met and memories that shouldn’t exist. he wanted to shut down this conversation - adrian felt like he should just apologize and go back inside. instead he continued. they’ll never see eachother again, right? he decides to keep going; she felt kindly maybe even familiar. “i can’t remember my old man, but i saw him up there. i mean not physically, but i just saw a hint of him and i’m not sure.” pause. “it just scares me. maybe he does or maybe it does, but i just don’t know.” what to say, what to think, what to feel, what to do. that was the most he could express because that’s all there is.

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poolism:

❝ it’s alright, kid, it gets better, life is beautiful, yadda yadda. ❞ he rolled his eyes. no, this was definitely not how he got joseph back into his life. not that he was there much to begin with. how long had it been since the last time they talked ? two years, maybe ? time blurred together. ❝ well, it’s not like i’m going to bother anyone. ❞ he hiked up onto the bar, sliding his body over. cherry ? what was this kid yammering on about ? ❝ i asked for sherry, not cherry. unless you’re suggesting i put a cherry on my sherry, larry. ❞ and with that little tongue twister thrown out there, he start rummaging around under the bar. ❝ ugh, you weren’t kidding about it being a mess. you guys are definitely getting a bad yelp review. ❞

“what?” the next thing he knew he was stepping back out of the way of the man - adrian genuinely wasn’t expecting that the guy would hop back behind the bar. what did he do now? it wasn’t like he could actually move the guy. somewhat frantic, his first reaction was to type again - wait did he say cherry? looking down there was clearly the typo. there wasn’t really a reason to correct it because the sudden actions keep coming. the next thing he knew the guy was going through the bar’s things and there wasn’t much he could do. the man was bigger - sure maybe in height they were about equal, but there was a noticeable difference in mass. and that’s what lead him to taking another step back to figure out what else there could be to do or happen... yelp? “well, i don’t think you’re supposed to see that area of the bar. it’s kind of not apart of the review process... on another note, i’d be careful. some of that stuff costs a lot and i don’t think we can afford it.” or you, depending on if there was a chance of getting the guy’s name.

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whtedevil:

Now the mutant was used to people staring just too long, it was what came with the territory when you look as he does. Remy thought his eyes were beautiful – the black sclera and red iris something he loved about himself so he didn’t care what anyone else thought. There’s a drink in his hand, and he swirls the whiskey around in the glass for a moment as he lifts it up to his lips. “Perfect, y’won’t be disappointed, mon ami.”

Stories were the keys to connection and Adrian knew that. Telling a story to a stranger lets them in and makes you want to tell them more, and vice versa. He pulled out his phone to reply, but first he looked up at the man one last time as he’s changed within the last few moments. “So what’s the setup? Was-” He stopped typing mid-sentence and waited, trying to come up with something witty to say to keep up with the theme. It’s a lot harder done than said. “Was there a call to adventure?”