SNOWED IN

[anonmeme]

The Snowed In Meme

You were just having a normal day out when an angelical snow shower hits you... hard. And now you're trapped with someone else until it passes by. Are you at a cafe? A bookstore? School? In the middle of crime-fighting? Location, duration and snow intensity are all up to you!

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• Post with your character's name and canon on the subject line, indicate preferences as needed
• Tag other people
• Have fun!!

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Noctis | FFXV | ota

[thatgoodnight]

cup noodles optional

i could never bring myself to toss any of the moogles out to take damage for me D:

[thatgoodnight]

(( Hello! I have a couple ideas for cute snowed in things, and I wanted to check... which of these two would you prefer? Or if there's something else that comes to mind...!
1. snowed in cape caem cottage, delayed on the boat repair efforts! at least it's comfy?
2. pre-canon, somehow magically it snows in Insomnia. a blizzard out of nowhere while they're both somewhere. maybe waiting on Gladio or something.))

evan rosier | hp

[glecks]

[pretiare]

[ while yosano is making herself useful, ranpo is dramatically looking outside the window, staring at the impossibly white scenery outside, and how high the snow level had risen. honestly, it was too much, even for a horror story or whatever this was supposed to be.

he turns to look at her, sighing. ]

Poe isn't too creative. [ a shrug ] Quite frankly, he bores me. If his plan is to freeze us to death, he really didn't think this through.

rasmus lindquist | original

[springa]

[vestigial]

"Couple'a titty magazines."

Sometimes, Daryl says things just because he knows it'll make Jesus turn his head and give him that one flat look, the one that Daryl thinks is fucking hysterical. Though there are actual porn mags in this drawer, you know, if Jesus suddenly decides to have a change of heart. He also finds a few glass jars of pickle meat and several tins of beans at the very back of a cabinet, which he brings back to the small table for inventory purposes. The date on the beans is a year over, which means the meat is questionable at best, but they should hang onto them anyway.

Ahah. Daryl huffs a laugh as fishes out a bottle of bargain bin single-barrel, about a quarter left, and bottle of Wild Turkey with only a few shots' worth missing. "Knew this guy had to have booze somewhere."

chocobro!

[thatgoodnight]

((heyo! there are so many possibilities, so i gotta ask your preferences before I write up a starter. would you prefer pre-canon with some idk magical snow in crown city? or during canon? maybe stuck in a tomb or trailer or their tent while ignis and gladio are ... off somewhere. orrrr screw canon compliance altogether? ))

rabastan lestrange | hp

[unsavoury]

obito uchiha ( naruto )

[katons]

[taer]

[ it doesn't snow in space — but then, they aren't in space right now. nate's invention showed a time anomaly on a planet other than earth, and so that's where they'd taken the waverider, only to find another ship already in orbit and another crew already on the ground.

the captain of said crew is devilishly handsome, and sara doesn't hate being snowed in with him, though she doesn't particularly enjoy being snowed in. they've sought shelter in a small abandoned hut; they've managed to set a fire ablaze in the fire place, and it could be a lot worse.

she's reminded only temporarily of leonard snart and nearly freezing to death with him in the waverider's cargo bay. ]

Think there's coffee around here somewhere? Or a drink. I could do with a drink.

[iesus]

"Naturally."

As if on cue, Jesus turns his head and definitely gives Daryl that One Flat Look even though he knows most of the time it's done just to rile him. He doesn't mind it, anyway - and no, he's just fine, no change of heart here. Jesus has managed to scrounge up some (amazingly, still sealed) water bottles and a few non-consumables: batteries (nearly expired but unused), a book on how to repair a 1976 Chevy pickup that had been nowhere to be found in the vicinity. Anyway he sets them on the table with the rest before lofting an eyebrow over at Daryl. When he sees what it is he's found, his mild smile looks almost like a grin.

"Sometimes it's the simple things, right? Brighten up the day." A beat. "Or night, I guess." It's pitch black out after all, with snow still falling in cold white flurries. Sometimes Jesus longs for days long past in which he never had to deal with snow at all. Others he's just glad he wears so many layers on a regular basis anyway. Speaking of, it's actually comfortable enough inside that he can shrug off his (once again pristine, thank you) coat and drape it over a chair.

[scarletshifted]

When the snow gets to be pressing itself against the windows, it is officially impossible to go to school.

...for most kids. When their mother practically is the school, not so much. Fortunately, she is both fair and understands the importance of snow days.

"Do you think it might just keep going, Frisk?"

The child sitting under the bed under the window seems rather taken by the prospect.

[midaregami]

[ there's a box of old matches in another room, one that yosano practically grabbed to get. as if there's someone else who will grab it instead. ]

Why don't I get creative with his face instead? [ a makeover. right. he probably needs one, especially one that's happily done by her foot.

she wastes five matches, the rotting wood crumbling in her fingers, before the damn fireplace finally lights up. it's a small fire but it'll do for now. once that's done, she tosses a blanket at ranpo's direction. ]

Anyway, try not to go with his plan and freeze to death, Ranpo-san. Without my power, I can't help you.

[pretiare]

[ ah, yes, yosano. always so violent. he huffs at her comment, happily imagining poe getting crushed by one of her stilettos. he's such a weirdo he might actually get off on it, though. and from the entire agency, yosano, with her precious ability, gets the least opportunities to actually fight, so the honor of being crushed by her shouldn't be wasted on someone as useless as poe, ranpo thinks.

oh, well. at the end of the day, she has the last say. and it's not as if seeing her so worked up wasn't nice, in its own way. but it's still upsetting to think that poe would-- ]

Oh? [ he catches the blanket clumsily, examining it from top to bottom. ] So he left all this for us to use? That's generous of him. And a bit stupid. Unless the first murder happens to be by a virus.

if a post-movie au is ok? lmk if i should edit!

[peacemakers]

[ So here's where a week of planning, a day of fighting, and months of recovery get a man like Faraday: Somewhere in the mountains, seeking refuge in an abandoned cabin, freezing his goddamn fingers off.

Living through that hellish battle should've been more rewarding than this, Faraday thinks bitterly.

Emma Cullen's little mercenary army survived, despite every lick of sense that told Faraday such a thing should be impossible. Still, they didn't escape from Rose Creek unscathed. They rest and heal, and when they're well enough, they all set out together, reluctant to break apart a team forged in fire.

Currently, the seven of them have split up, hot on the trail of some man wanted in several states, sitting pretty with a $500 bounty on his head. (Faraday had grinned at Vasquez, asked him, "Old friend of yours?" and earned a kick in the ankle for his troubles.) Chisolm, bless his heart, must've drawn the short straw, considering he ends up with Faraday as his partner.

The weather had been steady for most of their trek into the mountains. As they climbed higher, the gales kicked up, and the snow fell more heavily, forcing them to seek shelter. It's only by chance they find the old cabin, weather-worn but mostly intact. Chisolm sets about starting the fire in the old hearth, while Faraday has the unenviable task of making their horses comfortable – or as comfortable as possible, given the weather.

Faraday kicks the door shut behind him as he reenters the cabin, stamping snow from his boots and chafing his hands together, coaxing life back into them. He scowls at Chisolm, snow still clinging to his shoulders and hair, his cheeks reddened from the cold. ]

Just so we're both aware, I refuse to step outta this room till the sun's back out.

It's freezin'.

[midaregami]

Or maybe it's a psychological warfare of sorts.

[ the greater the hope, the greater the suffering? nah, that's probably too much for someone like poe. he can see the other members of the guild, maybe, and a few people from the mafia. but it's too clever for someone like him to concoct.

whatever, no use losing brain cells over it. especially when it's more necessary in solving this puzzle. ]

Come sit beside me. [ yosano pats the space beside her in front of the fireplace as she wraps the blanket around her. it barely does anything but hey, better than nothing. ] So we can at least delay murder by virus.

Cloud Strife | FFVII (crisis core)

[backwatertrooper]

[pretiare]

...Huh?

[ he takes one look at her sitting there, covered by the thin blanket she found, and frowns.

look, he's not a gentleman by any means, and if anyone asked, they might all agree that ranpo's pretty selfish and always puts his own needs before anyone else's, but in this situation- him with his cape, his hat, plus the blanket- and yosano with nothing but her usual dress, it just feels wrong be given special treatment of sorts.

he takes a few steps over, and throws the blanket over her shoulders with a complete lack of grace, then sits besides her as instructed. ]

Here. I'm not cold yet. You can warm that up for me in the meantime.

Danae Lavellan | Dragon Age: Inquisition

[enasalin]

Aren Brosca | Dragon Age: Origins

[paragonbrosca]

Inessa Surana | Dragon Age: Origins

[circleprodigy]

[prophesiedone]

[The blizzard is a nice cover, however. The moment he sees her, he is quick to close the distance between them and hold her in his arms. She looks every bit an angel and part of him quails at her purity. He must protect her from all - even his Darkness, which is growing by the day. His smile comes easily as he steals a kiss.]

I think I'll survive. This weather is beautiful, isn't it? [As long as they don't have to be out in it.] How was your meeting?

[prophesiedone]

Wait. [Too late. Anakin not only notices him, but he is ready to pin him down via the Force.] Did you do this?

[The wind and the chill make his skin feel like it is being cut by razors. He has little patience for this and he holds up his hand, shielding himself by directing the wind and the ice to fly around him instead of against him.]

[godofbadideas]

[For a moment, Loki considers pretending not to hear. The howling wind is excuse enough, but... There's a faint voice of common sense in the back of his mind that sounds a little like Kate that tells him not to. So he pauses, and turns on his heel, coat flapping in the wind.]

Ew. No. Of course not; who the Hel would? [He narrows his eyes.] It wasn't you</>, was it?

ignis scientia | ffxv

[chauffeuring]

[ a-okay with end game things.]