because we needed a meme with some gen options :D

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university life au meme
stolen from hotawesome at memebells
because the semester is starting
and that just sucks.

do this: ☑ leave a blank comment with your character's name and fandom in the subject for others to reply to. ☑ when replying, use the RNG to generate a number between 1 and 10. ☑ or cheat and pick whichever number you like best. ☑ your characters are now in a ~*situation*~ together. make of it what you will.

scenarios: [01] lecture hall ➟ who the fuck actually pays attention during these things? well, maybe you. or maybe you're texting someone, dicking around on the internet, or going oldschool and passing notes. [02] cafeteria ➟ chow time! sit down to eat with your friends, stand awkwardly and look for a table like you did in middle school, or be that creep-ass in the corner, eating with his hood up. [03] doorsock ➟ awww yeeee. it's time to get down to business. just don't forget the sock on the door, dude. seriously. (and use protection!) [04] sexiled ➟ someone else put the sock on the door, because your ass is stuck out here. at least you're not alone? listen in, interrupt, find something else to do, or just chat and wait. (they won't be long, right?) [05] room inspection ➟ oh shi— maybe someone gave you a heads up, and you're scrambling to hide your shit. maybe someone didn't, and you're basically fucked. [06] frat party ➟ drunk? stoned? costumed? alone? about to get lucky? about to get busted? it's up to you, man. [07] new roomie ➟ who's this douchebag? your new roommate! help them get settled in, draw a line down the center of the room, label all your shit. however you roll. [08] study buddies ➟ an all-nighter cram session, or a regular weekly thing? maybe you don't even get much studying done, but hey, whatever, right? [09] morning after ➟ what the actual fuck happened last night? bizarre texts? underwear hanging in places they shouldn't? a bathtub full of tequila and limes? just a gorgeous being in bed next to you? [10] go crazy ➟ pick one or make up your own! get fucking creative.

 

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[notquiteheartless]

[Gay.

Tinted eyebrows; emphasis on the word; cheekbone a different shade than the rest of the skin-- powder, concealer; darker under the make-up, bruise; small specks of blood on the carpet, none on the walls or ceiling.]

Ground rules. [He said the words as he dragged his case to the foot of a bed. Not the one right beside the other man, but not the one furthest away.] So I don't end up stabbed in the chest with a pen.

[...Which, considering how well the university had hushed up that incident...]

[boutant]

[ She practically mewls at the pressure, nails sliding over his skin as she squirms. Shit, Steve. ]

Just-- just ask.

[ Ariadne would rather not play a guessing game for their first time. She has a feeling, of course; the latex-wrapped warmth against her thigh is a... rather sizable clue. ]

[afoot]

[ he tracks down the point of origin in short order, though all throughout he can't shake the nagging suspicion that he's not following anything. he's being led. but sherlock was raised with a healthy (or is that unhealthy) appreciation for danger, and his curiosity will always outweigh his meager instincts for self-preservation. he eyes the computer, hands in his pockets for a brief moment while he looks around. the old library, an old computer, the typeface on the card.

someone with a head for the classics, then. an appreciation for the archaic? history major, no, that's too simple. he's sitting before he can think the better of it, fingers hesitating over the keyboard.

then, he cracks his knuckles, eyes not on the monitor but above it, around it. watching for any sign of movement. ]

Got your invitation. Hope I'm not too late to join in the fun.

[sooochangeable]

....

[...James looked up slowly at that, studying his new roommate with poorly concealed interest. It was guarded though. It was only a moment before he looked back at his papers.]

Word spreads quick.

[Which had not happened. No one knew except Robert, James, and the warden. And the university had expected to keep it that way. James would have been put on academic probation for a stunt like that but it helped that he was one of the most promising things to come out of the undergraduates. Plus if you just...throw a little term like 'civil rights' in there, suddenly stabbing a man with a pen was easy to overlook.

James was fishing.]

[westernlord]

Thank you.

[ He smirks at that. He's definitely ready to call that bluff. ]

Well then I suppose you should worry, as there's someone to taddle to.

And who knows what could've transpired last night.

[notquiteheartless]

No one told me.

[A pause.

Don't show off. Isn't that what his undergrad roommate had always said? But Sebastian was so dull...]

It's obvious.

[sooochangeable]

I lecture. I don't teach. [He hated saying that. It made him feel old, plus it wasn't as if anyone actually listened to him. The papers were evidence of that alone.]

Astro-physics.

[boundbyheart]

Oh, of course, but are you so sure you didn't force me into this? Maybe I thought this was extra credit. [It won't be that easy, not yet. She licks her lips and smirks, waiting for him to break.]

[stayinalive]

> IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?
> FUN?
> DON'T be so SIMPLE

[precisionfocus]

Astro-physics? [He's impressed... A little sceptical, but to even claim that is impressive. And to Hell if he could call a bluff, if that's what it is.

He gave an almost sheepish smile, embarrassed for a moment.] And I was wondering how people did any kind of post-grad work in physics by itself.

[sorcerous]

[ An addict of coffee, he is, and he appreciates the gesture, but these study sessions have never been about learning. Not for him. He picks up the material quickly and easily and fluidly. Quicker than Steve, though this doesn't mean much -- the other has quite a sharp mind, himself.

Again, that isn't what those study sessions are about, either.

Loki is drawn to Steve. Drawn to him in the second of two ways a cheating, lying bastard of a student could be drawn to a noble, sweet one. (The first, obviously, being to cheat from them; the second, from wanting to be them.)

He longs for Steve. Has covered it with tight shirts that expose his throat, with jeans that hug his body, by making a habit of biting his lips red and idly tracing his tongue along his fingers while he reads.

Now, he wonders how long he will have to keep up this seduction before it bears fruit.

He takes the coffee and drinks deep, ignoring the scalding heat. Sets it down next to Steve's bed, and sprawls back against the wall, the book open between his spread thighs. ]

Now, back to the theory. The three waves of democracy, according to Huntington. Begins with...?

[ America, of course. And the European countries that imitated it. ]

[nukeoleptic]

[Jade simply presses her hands to his shoulders.. and shoves.]

[punchedhitler]

[He gasps at that, because damn it, that feels good. Like the slight edge of pain makes it all better.]

Can I-

[He starts again and stops, and moves his hand away now, his other against her bed to keep himself from squashing her.]

Can I put it in?

[He tips his face away so Ariadne can't see him, he's pretty sure that was the worst way to ask ever, but 'can I fuck you' just seemed.

Well.

Rude.]

[westernlord]

Had I, you certainly didn't object nor were you complaining.

[ Ah, he's turning the tables now, using that arm to keep himself elevated, he hovers over her, face inches from hers. ]

And it's hard to be vying for extra credit in a class you don't intend on taking.

[sooochangeable]

[Oh? That was interesting enough to get him to ignore his thesis for a few minutes. James clasps his hands under his chin and gives Sherlock an even look and quietly...]

Thrill me.

[Don't be shy, Sherlock.]

[sooochangeable]

[James watches him quickly when he smiles. Then goes back to staring at the papers.

But he's still making conversation. Which was confusing. Sebastian should have either hit him or left already. And he wasn't doing either. Which. Was. Confusing.]

Clearly we must be mad.

[There. He's given you fair warning.]

[knightime]

[Dave overdramatically falls over. He even rolls a little, although his little ow noises aren't all that convincing.]

[boutant]

[ Ariadne makes a note of that; she'd be smiling slightly if she weren't busy making a frustrated noise at Steve pulling his hand away. She scratches again, as if in retaliation, though her hands end up on his ass again.

As far as ways to ask go... well, she's heard worse. Besides, it doesn't matter; this is Steve. Instead of answering right away, she kisses him just below his ear. ]

Yes. Please.

[boundbyheart]

I already told you I had to, didn't I, Professor?

[She looks him dead in the eye. Oh, so that's how he wants to play it?]

I thought you didn't remember anything?

[highhanded]

You're the one who said I liked 'em younger. Sixteen is the youngest I'll date--s'legal, anyways.

_{[Oh hey he can finally feel his leg again! He sits up and fixes Hayner with a stare, then tears his eyes away and looks to the floor.]}

...Has Kairi been back to Twilight Town at all?

[afoot]

> You're the one who wanted to play.
> Changed your mind, then?

[notquiteheartless]

[...Sherlock knows he's walking into a trap. But, damn it. He wants to anyway.

So...]

You've got a bruise on your face-- right cheekbone. You've covered it with powder, but it's not quite the right shade. Then again, short of those girls who work cosmetics, not many people can guess their exact shade on the first try. Especially without help which, judging by the uneven application of it-- you were more interested in getting it on than having someone help you.

Understandable, certainly.

[A pause. He is considering everything at once, eyes moving as rapidly as his brain is.]

Sports player of some kind, tall. My height... maybe a little taller. Football or rugby. Only types who hit the doorframe every time they go out, and the smudge is still there.

Bed next to yours. Brought girls often-- the sheets are distressed, little holes forming. Artificial nails will tear fabric like that.

Got angry at you for something-- an advance. Perceived or real, it wouldn't matter to the type. [He looks over James, pure assessment.] Right-handed, then. He puts the left on your right shoulder, arm against your chest, good position to hold. Used the heel of his hand, not a fist. Crushing movement more than a hit... says a lot about him. Move of destruction, not dominance. Denial. Always makes them more violent.

He's got you with your back to the desk, probably ready to strike again. So. What's within grabbing distance? Your pens. Too tall to easily stab the throat, so you go straight ahead-- chest. Drew it out. Blood spilled. [A point to the floor, where a few drops lingered, stubbornly refused to be cleaned.

And then:]

Am I wrong?

[punchedhitler]

[He takes it slowly, because the last thing he wants is to hurt her, but it takes most of his considerable self control. Both hands are on her bed now, propping him up, and he looks back at her.

His eyes are fixed on hers, and he can't help himself; when he finally starts rocking his hips, he kisses her open-mouthed. His hips move erratically because he's holding back a lot of his strength. Whatever he's done before, it's never been this intense or this good.]

7 Are we getting Chie flashbacks, Yosuke?

[screwyougod]

What the hell is this?!

[So here's Yuri all up on your grill already threatening with violence. Guess who isn't happy with the new roommate arrangements?]

You've got ten seconds to tell me why my new roommate's a guy, not a girl like I requested!!

[westernlord]

[ He made it clear in his mind that he wasn't going to lose, he's played this game of chicken before and he honestly, honestly wanted to see this one through to the end. ]

Would you deny me the pleasure of refreshing my memory?

[ He smirks, now uncomfortably closer tha before, he makes an obvious look to her open kimono, not to ogle, but to tease. ]