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The You Start Meme

The You Start Meme

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Scenarios
Gen
i. Coffee Shop: maybe you're waiting in line for your coffee. Maybe you've got an open seat at your table. Maybe you think the barista is cute and you want to chat them up. Start your scene in a great place to meet people, the coffee shop.

ii. Travel Delays: the weather has conspired against you and you're not going anywhere for awhile. Your flight's delayed, you're stuck on the side of the road or your train has to wait for the tracks to clear. Either way you're stuck and maybe someone will come chat to relieve your boredom.

iii. Broken Elevator: well isn't this just the best? Your elevator has broken down and the helpful repair people say it's going to be a little while before they get it moving again. At least you've got company. Time to make friends with the person you're stuck with.

iv. Wrong Number: whoops, you just sent a text to/called the wrong number. Yet, instead of ending the conversation you find yourself intrigued and keep talking to this mysterious stranger you've met over the phone.

v. Morning Jog/Evening stroll: whether you're out with the sun, getting ready for the day with an energetic run or stumbling your way home after a fun night out you've found yourself walking/running along with a stranger. You might as well start up a conversation. Maybe they have some good health tips/hangover cures.

Shippy
i. First Date: your palms are sweaty, this is totally embarrassing but come on, it's the first time you're going out with this totally awesome person you met. You're allowed to be nervous. You just hope everything goes well it's your first date.

ii. First Kiss: so you didn't completely screw up the first date, or the second, or the third. Things are going really, really well. Now, you're going to make your move, lean in and plant a kiss right on those lips you've been staring at for just about forever. Go get 'em tiger.

iii. Moving In: how is so much stuff going to fit into one apartment/house? You were not expecting moving to be this much of a hassle but it kinda is. It's worth it though because now you get to spend all your time at home with the person you love the most.

iv. Proposal: you are totally head over heels, Hallmark Valentine's day card levels of in love. You know you need this person in your life forever. You can't live without them. You're going to do it, you're going to tell them how you feel and then pop the big question. You only hope they say yes.

v. Wedding Day: hey look, your palms are sweaty again and you thought you were past that stage. No one blames you though today's the big day, the day you say "I do" and pledge your life to your love. Here's hoping it goes off without a hitch!

Smutty
i. In Vino Veritas: a little bit of liquid courage has made you brave and charming. You've seduced your way into someone's bed and it's amazing. You're definitely not thinking about the hangover you're probably going to have in the morning.

ii. Sex Pollen: someone's sprinkled some magic dust on you and honestly if you don't fuck someone soon you're going to explode. Luckily for you someone else also got dosed and they're ready and willing to go.

iii. Mid-Fuck: the foreplay is over, so are the niceties. You're down to the down and dirty, fucking. You're not making love, you're fucking. It's really damn good too.

iv. S&M: the bedroom is also a playroom. Whips, chains, and handcuffs are where it's at. Whether you're the sub or dom, tied or not you love it a little kinky.

v. Candles & Flowers: tonight you're putting on a little Barry White, lit a few candles and put out a few roses. It's all romance all night long. You're not fucking, you're making love, sweet, slow and sensual.

AU
i. High School: time to learn some ABCs or sleep through first period, you know whatever. Maybe you're the A student, or the slacker. Maybe you're the jock. Whatever you are, you can't wait until you graduate and get the hell out.

ii. Daemons: instead of your soul being on the inside it walks next to you as an animal. Everyone has them. Everyone can see your soul, know a great deal about you just from one glimpse. There's no hiding in this world.

iii. Monsters: werewolves, vampires, and demons oh my! Which one are you? Do you howl at the moon every month? Have a craving for blood? Or want to buy and sells souls to torture them for all eternity? Either way, you're not exactly human or exactly good.

iv. Wings: maybe it's a mutation, maybe it's a magical spell, the reason doesn't matter. What matters is you have wings. Maybe they're small. Maybe they're huge. They're yours though, your wings to use as you see fit.

v. Dungeons & Dragons: welcome to a world of high fantasy where you can be a noble warrior with a sword and shield, the dashing rogue with clever fingers, or a powerful mage to call down fire from the sky. You're off an a fantastical quest for an equally fantastical item. It's time to save the princess.

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Look, it's-- It's fine.

[He is too irritated for anything else. The barista is obviously not going to get his order right. And he refuses to drink the syrupy mess that is supposed to be a very simple cappuccino. This is what he gets for going to somewhere other than where his father first took him and where he's gotten coffee ever since.

The three drinks he tasted and couldn't stand have been distributed between customers and workers alike, and he finally has a very plain coffee that he has personally added milk and sugar to.

That took far longer than it should have.]

This is fine. ["I won't be coming back, though. Or suggesting anyone else come here."]

(Other starters can be written if preferred. Women for platonic scenes or unrequited/club-shippy scenes. Men for platonic scenes or unrequited/club/sincere-shippy scenes.)

[Taking a stroll isn't one of his favorite activities. In fact he considers it a pain, but Madam had insisted. So, after donning a coat, Seimei is walking down a dirt path, his senses, as always, alert. Don't even think about sneaking up on him. You won't like the greeting you get.

Absently, he pulls out his phone and checks his messages. No, there is nothing from Nisei. How disappointing. Patience isn't a virtue Seimei accepts with open arms.

With each moment, his enemies could be closing in on him. There is no one he can trust.

So be it.]

[Origin of Good and Mother to All, Amaterasu rules over much of the world still despite the time that has passed. Not surprising that someone like her was single. She's an old goddess, but still young in immortal terms and busy with many other deities and spirits abound.]

[Today she's made some time. Her smile is as radiate as always when she lands near and approaches, one only meant for occasions like this.]

Have you been waiting long?

[Though, she chuckles. Time being a delayed factor? A little hard when slowing time down is simple enough.]

[OOC: Rolled for a proposal situation, but if you'd rather another, up to changing.]

(Aw yeah, d&d au!)

Morticia, the Chaotic Neutral half-elven assassin, weighed the silver in her purse thoughtfully. A good advance, certainly, and there would be more where it came from when she and her friends discovered the crown prince's location before his bride to be discovered he was missing. Had he been abducted? Had he run off? Whatever the case, he had to be brought back, even if it was in a net like an animal.

"We should have an exciting journey ahead of us," she said to her friends.

[Generally, Ryan is a patient man. He doesn't mind waiting around for the train. Watching people go by is entertaining, and if he makes his employers wait on him, then so be it. As far as he's concerned (a biased viewpoint, admittedly), he's indispensable and they'll survive.

Today is not a typical situation, though. He's working on a private project. The fact that there's been a crash on the tracks has him tapping his foot in an incredibly irritating fashion, letting out a huge sigh every now and then as he constantly glances up at the clock. The source of his impatience is the massive cooler sitting right next to him - the one taking up two seats. Of course, they're the only ones left in sight of the platform. Who knows how much longer the train will be? With the rain pounding outside so hard, no one seems keen to leave their spot in favor of trying to hail a cab or walk home.

Ryan's certainly not budging.]

Canon Verse: ~~Coffee Shop~~ Pub

For once, Anders left his clinic and went to the Hanged Man without anyone twisting his arm. Varric didn't charm and Hawke didn't have to beg. He went and found a nice sat at their usual corner table. He almost seems content, sitting on the edge of the group. He had to shift suddenly to make room for someone trying to get through.

"Sorry, here, let me..." he said, moving his chair.

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Modern AU: Evening Stroll

This wasn't the sort of neighborhood where one would expect to find a man wandering by himself at night with just a backpack over his shoulder. Anders walked with his head down but his eyes up, watching each shadow for someone. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been mugged while he made his rounds, going to the places no other doctor would go. His pack was full of clean needles, basic first aid and some expired medicine that the clinic wouldn't miss.

A rattle from the shadows had him shifting, facing what he expected to be an attack. "Who's there?"

[And suddenly Maou is there behind the counter, shift manager name-badge on display. It's new, and he's proud of it. His hard work is finally getting him somewhere, but only if his co-workers don't mess it up for him. So, smile firmly in place, he tells his co-worker to go clean the floor in the back (he will sort him out later) and takes over.]

I'm sorry for the inconvenience, sir! Unfortunately, we've recently had to take on new staff, and some of them are struggling to learn how the machines work, so your patience is appreciated. Allow me to re-make your coffee, or give you a refund.

[He means every word.]

[Scenario 2-V]

[The clock seemed louder than it ever had before. As the bridesmaids talked among themselves, the bride herself was sitting in the room at the mirror, checking her appearance over again. Nothing was out of place, but it just felt like something would go wrong. Wardrobe malfunction? No, that couldn't be. The one who made this dress fitted it properly. Make-up? No more needed to be applied. Hair and veil? It was all in order...]

[A quick rapping at the door made her turn and a bridesmaid peeked in. She rose to her feet, blinking]

Is it time?

[They nodded hurriedly and gave Naoto a smile before closing the door. Fiddling with her white gloved hands and playing with the necklace she wore, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. This had been a long time coming.]

[Turning back to the table for a moment, she picked up her bouquet and walked to the door. Her heels clicked with each step and she stepped out to meet her grandfather. He was smiling brightly and she managed one back. She couldn't have a better escort down the aisle.]

[It isn't every day that the investigations Miles Edgeworth makes into crimes in Fairhaven lead underground. Frankly, as superstitious as the residents are about the long-abandoned Cathedral of the Silver Flame, the so-called "atheist cleric" is surprised he's not heading into that frequent hideout again. There must be a reason why this particular band of thieves is operating out of the sewers instead, even if it's not yet clear and will most likely need to be discovered along the way.

The prosecutor-cleric isn't looking forward to slogging through such a filthy place, but even before his arrival on Eberron a year ago, truth was the most important ideal of all to him and the centerpiece of his life. Now, it's that and far more -- truth is also his share of the whole of divinity, the purpose of the magic he's learned to wield, and the very breath of the soul he now acknowledges exists within him. As such, he has all the more reason to do absolutely anything for it.

Unfortunately, the small measure of power he has doesn't make him a warrior by any means, and chances are rather high that the sewers of Fairhaven are as dangerous as they are rancid. As such, arrangements have been made for him to receive some assistance -- assistance that was supposed to arrive three minutes ago...]

[OOC: Have a jamjarred cloistered concept cleric Edgeworth, as seen roughly a year after Turnabout Devotion thus far -- which is to say, this can be considered a D&D AU prompt. Urban dungeon, anyone?]

Edited 2013-09-24 07:58 (UTC)

Gen :: Coffee Shop

The moral of the story is don't take a girl who's spent her entire life to a coffee shop. Or any kind of shop where there's tons of options, actually, because at one point or another, there's going to be a breakdown of communication due to her absolutely being overwhelmed by variety.

Less of a breakdown, though, and more of an absolutely blissful dilemma.

"But how do you get the pumpkin pie in a cup?" And she's not even to the front of the line.

...at least she's not holding anyone up.

Yet.

Shipping :: First Kiss (F/M)

The blood is rushing to her head, but Rapunzel is fairly certain it has nothing to do with the fact that she's upside down. She's pretty used to that; hanging about is hours of fun when you have long hair. No, she's marking the new heat in her cheeks and the strange feeling in the pit of her stomach up to something new.

She's just learning how to take the things she really wants, and at the moment, she can think of nothing more than kissing the lips of the person in front of her. And why wouldn't she? They're amazing. Totally unlike anybody she's ever met.

Not that's she's. You know. Met a lot of people.

But that doesn't count, and all that does is how much she likes them - and how much she wants to kiss them, because it just feels like the thing to do. She doesn't know why.

So she goes out on a limb...only not exactly, it's more like out on her hair...and does it, using a bit of that recently gained moxie so she doesn't have to ponder the implications and freak out over should she shouldn't she for, like, ever.

She was just going in like she was told to. They wanted to be sure everything was holding together nicely. Just a quick check up and she could leave Wolfram and Hart.

Go back like she was supposed to. Aside from the fact there were some tiny abnormalities that they had noticed no one thought they would effect the outcome. Aridis is the same as she has been from the start of this venture. She is on her way out. Trying to avoid being seen so she can just take a taxi back to the pent house.

Not everything goes according to Holland's plan for the day. She doesn't go entirely unnoticed.

Edited 2013-09-24 04:36 (UTC)

Lindsey doesn't know what to make of this. On the one hand he's been with her husband for several days now - arguing his case in court but the way things had been going...

He was out on bail (who the hell paid his bail?) and the fact that she was here...

"...Aridis? Were you coming to see me?"

"Mr Manners wanted me to see a doctor he knew," she said by way of explanation. What could she say?

"I think I got a little turned around."

She had. She was supposed to be ike two hall ways to the right. Running into him though was a nice little accident. "I was going to take a cab back."

"You were going to come back."

He was surprised at the bite in his tone, "You shouldn't be out. Do you remember what he did to you? How you were in the hospital!?"

A passing lawyer stared at him. Lindsey glared right back, "We're going home. right now."

[His heart was thundering in his ears. He, too, had run the list through his mind again and again. Her dress was perfect, and he'd checked his twitch about a hundred times. Everyone had called and said they were here on time; the florists, the caterers, the bakers, the officiator, the guests...

Was this the jitters? They had to be. Because here he was standing at the altar - something he never thought he'd ever be doing, a guy like him - wanting to scream at the top of his lungs both that he was getting married and that if he could get anything right, please let it be today. The tie he wore almost felt too tight, but when he swallowed and nothing bumped against it, he knew it was his own imagination.

When the music was queued, Kanji momentarily stood rigid and kept his mouth clamped shut, or his heart was gonna jump right out. It was tradition that they didn't see each other today, and he'd been careful never to see her in the dress. When he turned his head, he sought to end that right... now.]

"Yes. But I needed a check up."

She is surprised too. He never quite sounded like this before. Not with her anyways. The way he says home gives her butterflies in her stomach too.

She takes in a quick breath and nods. "Okay."

She can't disobey him. He made it an order and something makes her want to obey,and not just please him. Besides it seems like he might not be ready to deal with that she needed to come here. Holland had said so.

Edited 2013-09-24 05:16 (UTC)

It was the kind of late summer day in Houston where your shirt would start clinging to your chest within minutes of walking outside, generating that magical mix of sweat and ambient humidity in your ass-crack that can only be described as the boggiest crotch swamp you've ever had the misfortune to experience.

So, after a trip down the block to pick up some groceries, there was no way in hell that Dave was going to take the stairs back up to his top floor apartment. Fuck that noise right in the Dagobah taint. He hit the call button on the ancient elevator that serviced his building and waited until the doors slid open with a high-pitched ding!.

Someone else filed in behind him, but he maintained the time-honored tradition of not making eye contact or small talk with the weirdos who inhabited this building or their guests. He jabbed the button for the top floor and then leaned against the wall, pretending to be busy digging through his grocery bag until the other person got off.

Except the decrepit elevator shuddered to a jerky, sudden stop, and the overhead light began to flicker. "What the fuck?" He punched the alarm button, but nothing happened.

[ Sitting not very far off is a very lithe, straight-shouldered, and moon-eyed youth. Easily looked over, unless one were to glance back at an angle. He's perched with knees touching but his heels elevated off the floor, looking about with an almost absurd amount of interest. See, though, this is his first time outside of the walls of his home and being the sentimental creature that he is everything is capturing his heart.

After ten minutes of letting the tingling of nerves and excitement overwhelm him, he stands to investigate, staring too long at people, getting in the way of a middle-aged and pacing man, he murmurs names of sodas and snacks from vending machines under his breath to himself, and then, finally, he dangles over the back of the seat on Ryan's left. ]

What're you traveling with a cooler for? [ a small, naturally lilted voice. ]

Lindsey reached for her hand, "Let's go home."

[Upon hearing said cooler mentioned, Ryan lays an arm over it protectively, casting a glance back at the boy. Wonderful, a child. Just what he wants to deal with when he's already irritated. He looks like a sheltered little rich boy too, no doubt spoiled and used to getting everything just as he likes it.

Well, he can blow off a little steam talking to the kid at least.]

This?

[Running his hand over the cooler in an almost inviting fashion, Ryan leans in like he's about to tell the boy a secret.]

You see, this is where I put the body of the last sweet little boy that bothered me while I was working.

Her hand goes in his. She wants to go home.

"Okay."

It's early enough in the day that he could easily come back after he drops her off.

[Naoto was speaking to her grandfather quietly before the music queued and she blushed, eyes stinging. Always... she knew he was proud of her, but his tone and how he held her hands. 'Your mother and father would be proud.']

I know, Grampa... I love you.

[He grinned and brought her veil over before extending his arm. Heart pounding, she took it. This was really it...]

[And the music began. The bridesmaids and groomsmen walked down the aisle first and the flowergirl with the ring bearer following. Nanako and her friend made quite a pair, but Naoto's eyes were up when it was time to walk.]

[Kanji could very well see her now. Strapless lace bodice of intricate and detailed design fit her form perfectly with a dress that flowered and flowed into a decent train. White gloves extended to her elbows and her fingers were curled around the blue flower bouquet. Her hair was pulled into a high bun, several butterfly pins decorating on both sides and the veil fell loosely over her head.]

[The steps were taken slowly, elder Shirogane kissing his granddaughter's hand before passing her on to Kanji. 'Take care of my Naoto-chan...']

[ Oh. Oh, no, what an uncomfortable thing to hear! Wow, guy. Clearly, he's holding his breath for a moment. ]

And, you still haven't gotten caught, [ little laugh, the sound of someone trying not to sound a little perturbed. ] That's amazing. Be serious. Is it cake from other countries?

[While it's not quite the flailing and screaming reaction he'd expected, it's entertaining nonetheless. He didn't expect the boy to put on a strong front. While he hadn't kept up a perfect poker face, it's still impressive. Ryan finally shifts to look him in the eye, sizing him up silently.]

I'm afraid it's nothing as fun as that. I am... in the medical field. It really is a body. One that won't be fresh for long, I'm afraid. This is quite the delay. I'm starting to wonder if I shouldn't just study it right here.

[ He blanches a little, but keeps himself composed enough to sit next to him. ]

You're a doctor?

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The You Start Meme

Kyouya Otori | Ouran High School Host Club | ota

Seimei Aoyagi / Loveless

Amaterasu ☼ Okami ☼ OTA

Morticia Addams | The Addams Family

Ryan Walker | Original | OTA | ii - travel delays

Anders : DA:2 : OTA

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Naoto Shirogane ⊗ Persona 4 ⊗ F/M

Miles Edgeworth | Ace Attorney | Oh hey, I have one of these AUs...

Rapunzel | Tangled | 2-in-1

Aridis Andersdatter | OC | iv Smutty -- closed

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Dave Strider - Homestuck - OTA (non-castmates welcome)

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