Violent Delights Have Violent Ends

roleplay starters inspired by Christmas — joy wrapped in grief, warmth edged with longing, and love that hurts a little more this time of year

TWINKLE LIGHT JOY

laughter, warmth, soft magic, and small traditions

“You’re terrible at hanging lights—move over, I’ll do it.”

“Sit with me by the tree. Just for a minute.”

“You always smile more this time of year… I like it.”

“I saved the first present for you.”

“Hot chocolate, extra marshmallows. Don’t argue.”

“It doesn’t feel like Christmas until you’re here.”

QUIET CHRISTMAS EVE

late nights, soft voices, snow outside the window

“The world’s so quiet tonight… it almost hurts.”

“Can’t sleep either?”

“I like it better when it’s just us and the lights.”

“Come sit closer—it’s colder than it looks.”

“Do you ever feel like the night is holding its breath?”

“Stay up with me. I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts.”

HOLIDAY HEARTACHE

absence, loss, names not spoken out loud

“There’s an empty chair this year.”

“They should’ve been here.”

“Every ornament feels heavier somehow.”

“I didn’t think Christmas would hurt like this.”

“I keep expecting the door to open.”

“Do you mind if we skip the music tonight?”

NOSTALGIA THAT CUTS DEEP

childhood memories, things that used to be

“Remember when Christmas felt… easier?”

“This song used to make me happy.”

“I miss who I was back then.”

“We used to laugh more, didn’t we?”

“Some traditions don’t feel right anymore.”

“I didn’t realize that would be the last good one.”

SNOW-SOAKED ANGST

arguments, unspoken truths, emotions spilling over

“Don’t pretend everything’s fine—it’s Christmas, not magic.”

“Why does this season make everything worse?”

“Say it. Whatever’s been sitting in your chest all night.”

“I can’t keep faking happy for everyone else.”

“We don’t have to fix this tonight… do we?”

“I wish this didn’t hurt so much.”

HURT, BUT NOT ALONE

gentle comfort, staying when it’s hard

“You don’t have to smile for me.”

“Cry if you need to—I’ve got you.”

“We’ll get through tonight together.”

“You can lean on me. I mean it.”

“It’s okay to grieve and celebrate at the same time.”

“You’re not ruining anything by hurting.”

SMALL MIRACLES

hope, healing, choosing to stay

“Maybe this Christmas doesn’t have to be perfect.”

“We’re still here. That counts for something.”

“Let’s make a new tradition—just us.”

“I didn’t think I’d feel okay again… but I do. Right now.”

“Stay. That’s all I want for Christmas.”

“Hope feels quieter this year—but it’s still here.”

Odessa had heard the phone call, muffled anyways. She couldn't help the mother instinct hearing. "Good." If he so much as breathed near her baby, that boy would quickly learn it's not the chief of police he should be scared of. Her brows raised in intrigue at the mention of someone else. "Jess? Is he the boy you were eating with the other day?" She remembered seeing him and his Dad.

Bella looked at her mom. She knew she was protective. Could she really blame her. After last year, what Bella had gone through. What her parents had to watch her go through. It can't have been easy. She'd been grounded for months after she came back from Italy.

loved by ash. anti s.m*yer.

ethan was a good liar, always had been. that's what made him such a great ghostface.. but it was hard now that everyone knew what they did. even with the rumors sam was the villain online, the general public knew it was them. he could only do so much. he can quickly see his lie isn't working on her and he needed a new plan.. fast. " you have to believe me.. " he mumbles out but the sadness on his features quickly drops and his hand is reaching for his knife. but before he can even blink, ethan is across the alley. his head slamming hard on the concrete behind them and his knife clattering to the ground next to him.

Bella looked down at him then her eyes flicked to the knife, she reached for it, picking it up. "Really? Why should I believe you?" She asked, holding up the knife. Her eyes rolled. "Just so you know. I'm the daughter of a Sheriff. I can and will kick your ass. As you're seen." Bella said reaching into her bag and pulling out a scarf. She folded it and pressed it to the back of his head.

She sighed and shook her head. "I'm not sure, actually. It's been happening more and more lately. Beginning to think I'm magic or something."

“Mhm.” Jess nodded with a grin. “This is much better than the dream.” She was real. She was warm and he just wanted to keep her close. Her nose scrunch made her heart nearly leap from his chest and he chuckled. Blue eyes looked over every detail, every budding laugh line, every last little freckle. “You’re stunning.”

Bella smiled. "Is it?" She hummed, pressing her lips to any part of his face she could get to. He was warm and soft, and she melted into him. She could truly just stay here forever. "Am I?" She asked, not really believing it but she did like to hear him say it. "You are too." She whispered.