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[commemeorate]

Winter Wonderland Meme



❄ it's quiet
and the snow's beautiful tonight → a winter open meme

‧ post with whatever character you want
‧ responders roll for weather + scenario and get to threading
‧ ???
‧ profit


snowfall;
stage i; none, streets are already blanketed in white.
stage ii; very light and intermittent.
stage iii; light - moderate. lasts longer periods.
stage iv; continuous, heavy snowfall.
stage v; the hardest of cores - blizzards, snowstorms, you name it.

scenarios;
① fuck the police, this is the best time for a walk. hope you've got a nice thick coat on.

② stranded in the buttcrack of nowheresville? weren't you watching the time? now you've gone and missed that last bus out of there. or maybe you're lost, somehow. what do?

③ literally chilling, in this weather, is quite easy to do. sitting around relaxing in it is a wee more difficult, but sometimes much more enjoyable, especially if shelter can be found. the snow is beautiful to watch, after all.

④ the weather's not going to stop you. your snow fort's packed full of ammo and ready to go. those aren't snow angels over there; they mark where the poor souls you've downed have fallen. be careful with that snowman's head!!

⑤ you're about fifty miles from civilization but there's a roof over your head, so never mind the chilly draught, right? right. you mightn't be the only one lucky enough to stumble upon this little shelter, though. remember to share the blanket.

⑥ everyone stuck outside should be jelly. you've got a fireplace and hot cocoa and damn if it isn't awesome. a heater's not quite so romantic, but it'd do. there'd better be a backup generator in case the power trips.

⑦ mix and match, or make up your own ‧:❉:‧

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hibiki kuze ★ devil survivor 2

[bunbiki]

Six | Little Nightmares | ota

[afraidof7]

[courtintrigue]

(I've only read about this game so I hope jamjar's fine. Would love to go sort of co-op actiony with this if you're cool with it, but no worries if not! Also happy to switch to brackets if you prefer.)

The estate must once have been the envy of many. Even in its current crumbling condition there are echoes of its former glory in the cobwebbed chandelier, the ornate -- if irrevocably dusty -- furniture, the spiraling grand staircase.

Here to find a particular tome she believes may still be shelved somewhere inside, Morrigan is less than thrilled at how dramatically the snowstorm outside intensifies just after her arrival. She can survive in the snow, and well; she always has. But liking it is quite another thing. Shaking the coating of snow from her cloak, she casts a spell wisp with a quick and graceful gesture of her right hand. The wisp rises into the air above her shoulder, casting a light on her path.

She makes her way through the mansion quietly, watchful. Abandoned does not necessarily mean empty, but it is not until she reaches the library and starts investigating its shelves that she catches a small blur of yellow out of the corner of her eye.

warrior of light | dissidia final fantasy

[forthelight]

Sara Lance | DCTV

[thecanarylives]

Stage 3, Number 4

[midnightdoctor]

"Shit!" She murmured under her breath as she saw the bus leave without her. No point in running after it. Instead Sally wrapped her coat around her tighter.

She turned to look up at the bus schedule when she saw the blonde out of the corner of her eye.

"Excuse me. Do you know if the buses are usually on time around here?"

Anne Bonny | Black Sails

[she_is_adrift]

Akira Udou | Air Gear | ota

[beastie]

[peachyandkeen]

[ooc; hello! Would you mind a thread with a Satsuki from KnB? :) Am canonblind but I'd love fellow sports anime shenanigans! c:]

oerba dia vanille ☆ final fantasy xiii

[upbeat]

[ open to all~ ♥ ]

[trainees]

[ hello! thought i'd ask just in case, but would you mind cross canon? i'm familiar with ff13 so i'm down to somehow au peter in/vice versa or we could just completely ignore everything and go with some modern day thing. if not, no worries! ]

selene | underworld

[vampirebite]

( voicetesting. )

If you're okay with crosscanon | iv: 1ish?

[lawyerbyday]

[His cane wasn't making the usual tap-tap noises on the sidewalk at the moment, even the New York cement dulled by the white powder that kept falling from the sky. It was packed down on the walkways, patches of compressed snow and ice scattered with salt here and there to try to melt it and make it less of a legal liability, which Matt appreciated, but was done in that half-ass way most places had, so it was still its own type of obstacle course to try to navigate.

But as much as he wanted to stay at home, bundled up against the cold, he was out of basic things in his apartment, and as he may seem to be 'disabled' to some, he was able bodied enough to walk down to one of the markets that was giving the finger to the weather in the true style of any native New Yorker and was open for business.

The snow still fell in sheets, but it wasn't a storm. Yet. All the more reason for him to hustle and get things stocked up for if a storm did happen to hit the city. He was just finishing crossing the street, hustling a bit to avoid the car he could feel coming down the opposite way too fast, and he stepped up off the sidewalk, narrowly missing being hit as the car blared its own, running through the red and skidding in a nightmare icecapade impersonation, spinning through the intersection and narrowly missing an oncoming vehicle.

In his haste to miss being road pizza, he stepped into a body he hadn't sensed being there, stumbling and trying to keep one or both of them from toppling over, dropping his cane in the process.]

Shit! Dammit, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?

nero | devil may cry (4)

[lonewolfnature]

bruce wayne | dc

[eulogizer]

[ prefs. ota gen and shipping, crosscanon welcome! comics version also available. ]

[thecanarylives]

[ She'd forgotten how damn cold Gotham was in the winter. It's the one time of year the city's not pitch black at night - the first snow coating the entire landscape in the bright glow of moonlight. In 24 hours, it'll all become dark, polluted sludge, but right now... right now, it's as close to peaceful as the city gets.

She's crouched on a ledge overlooking the streets, fingertips and toes already numb from the cold. The Canary suit's not exactly built to pad against this kind of temperature, even if she's a little more tolerant to the weather than most.

Cocking a brow as she hears the soft rustle of a cape from behind her, she smirks a bit, gaze still scanning the streets below. ]

I was wondering when I'd be getting the 'This Is My City' lecture.

oliver queen | dc comics

[sjws]

[ ota gen and shipping, crosscanon welcome! ]

Ignis Scientia | FFXV | ota

[regalblaze]

IV, 2

[sweetmarshmallow]

[ Marshmallow doesn't even know where he is anymore... there's so much snow. At least he has his warm, fluffy pink coat on. He sees a man standing there. !! ]

M-mister? Excuse me?

Jack Frost | Rise of the Guardians | ota

[nippinatyournose]

v + 2 (if this is okay!)

[looseleaves]

[ If you asked Hajime if he believed in Santa, he'd probably say no. If you asked him if he believed in Jack Frost, however, he'd absolutely say yes. Perhaps it was a cultural thing--when he spoke to others that had grown up in the west, they'd claim that Frost was just as fictional as Santa Claus, but Hajime had never really felt like that... weren't they two different kinds of people, anyway? Or, hm, spirits? Concepts?

He didn't think it was foolish to believe, but maybe it was because he was still relatively young.

It was already near Christmas, too near Christmas, when the blizzard hit. He'd been on the road, and was already anxious that he might not make it back in time to finish his gifts--there were so many people he had to give things to... so maybe a little prayer was in order? He stepped out of the tiny cabin that he and the other three boys of his group had been able to secure, and just staring out into the blizzard made him freeze up with fear. It was so dark--he could barely see a thing! He chanced a glance back through the windows, seeing his friends asleep, and started to sing a quiet song, letting it carry into the wind. It was a tune of thanks for the season--not Christmas, but winter, but also held a tone of wistfulness to be home soon.

Hajime liked Christmas songs... but he rarely heard winter ones. He doubted it, but maybe his song would be heard, even a little bit. ]

steve rogers | mcu

[brooklyned]

[prefs in journal. ota gen, cross-canon welcome.]

[thecanarylives]

[ She's been tailing a trafficking ring for the better part of a month now. Identifying key players, tracking them to the bigger fish, then to the ones bigger than that. She's getting closer, she can feel it, but one day the trail quite literally goes cold.

The blizzard hits New York damn near out of the blue, and overnight the entire northern half of the state is buried in snow. She's managed to hole up in someone's remote summer house on the lake - doubtful anyone'll be around, now that the thing's frozen solid. There's nothing else around for miles except woods and water, so she buckles down and starts a fire, frowning as she hears the door jostle open.

Cocking her gun and crouching behind the kitchen counter, she waits for the intruder to enter before sweeping his legs out from under him and aiming the barrel of her gun between his eyes. ]

Holy shit.

Are you... Captain America?

Waverly Earp | Wynonna Earp | (OTA)

[do_chicks]

Steve Rogers | MCU | ota

[whatyoubelieve]

stage iv, wildcard.

[metallical]

[ Snowfall in New York isn't an unknown thing. The city has seen all sorts of winter weather from surprise flakes in September to ferocious blizzards in January. The storm forecast for the weekend isn't something to laugh at, but it isn't going to kill anyone either. Unless they're really stupid. Buck will admit his plan to find an empty apartment and hole up for a few weeks while he figures out where to go next isn't bad. It just didn't factor in heavy snowfall and sketchy power. Really sketchy, he decides, after getting electric shock while trying to splice into the powerbox of another apartment. Which means he has to find somewhere else to hide until the storm blows over.

There are two places in the city that he knows are completely safe. One of them belongs to the guy whose parents he killed. The other belongs to the nation's favorite son. Who may or may not be home, considering he's been chasing after Buck for over a year now. But hey, his utilities are probably on. (Easy choice, really.)

Armed with a backpack, and a duffel of weapons and other useful items, Bucky trudges through the snow to a subway stop, and spends most of his time ignoring the few souls who also braved the weather to travel. Mostly ignoring. He's ready to rumble if someone starts acting suspiciously. Thankfully, the trip to Brooklyn is uneventful. So is the walk to Steve's building. He circles it a few times, noting exits and entrances, how many windows on each side. All those little things that might help in case he has to leave quickly.

Eventually, Bucky talks himself up the fire escape and hovers outside the right window. The last time he cased an apartment belonging to Steve ... better not to think about that. Better to work the latch on the window with a lockpick and very quietly slide it open, bringing some cold air and a small pile of snowflakes when he climbs inside as quiet as a mouse.

At least until the light snaps on, blinding him temporarily. Acting on instinct, he drops the duffel and draws a gun, pointing it in the direction of the breathing for a few seconds until his vision clears. ]


[ooc: if a post-aou au is okay with you? lmk if it's not, or i need to change anything.]

Laura Hollis | Carmilla (ota)

[laura2theletter]

Arya Stark | Modern | OTA (canon also available)

[wolf_blood]

Jake Peralta | Brooklyn Nine-Nine | OTA

[peraltaspecial]

Cat Grant | Supergirl | OTA

[queen_ofallmedia]

Hatter | Syfy's Alice (OTA)

[notsomad]

egil | original | ota

[norms]

( time travel au )

[novembercities]

[ He’s starting to think he’s been cursed.

Egil, or whatever this is, won’t stop following him. He’s patient when Jericho drinks himself into oblivion and passes out on his apartment’s floor, and he wakes to find a blanket over him and a pillow beneath his head that wasn’t there before. He’s renting a room in the dankest part of the District -- bars on the windows, a dripping sink, bare wood floors. The fridge is empty except for some old takeout boxes, though the counter is decorated with empty bottles, and days pass when Jericho doesn’t even speak, too caught up in his anger and grief to do anything but find a way to seek unconsciousness once more.

Egil stays despite this, and Jericho wants to cry every time he looks at him. He dreams of the night he died with increasing frequency now, unable to forget the warm rush of blood and the way he’d felt so limp in his arms. He doesn’t know what to do about anything, least of all Egil himself, and finally he takes a job that he knows will keep him away for several days, one of them being the full moon. He leaves without a word, but there’s a bundle of money left beneath an empty liquor bottle for when Egil wakes up again.

He kills, and then he goes into seclusion to turn, and when he comes back with exhaustion clinging to every bone in his body, there’s a thick blanket of snow carpeting the ground with fat flakes still drifting down from the sky. His room doesn’t have heat, and he half expects to find the Egil lookalike frozen on his floor.

He’s carrying a soft mat, not exactly a substitute for his glaring lack of a mattress, but it’s better than the previous set-up, tossing it onto the floor along with several heavy fur blankets he’d bought from a street vendor. What animal suffered for it, he doesn’t know or care. He deposits some basics into the kitchenette -- milk, eggs, bread. A bag of pretzels even though he doesn’t even like them.

It’s only slightly warmer inside than out, and even Jericho feels the weather nipping at his fingers and nose. After he opens a fresh bottle of rum, he finally brings himself to look at Egil, unable to put it off anymore, and he’s too tired to demand any complicated explanations tonight. ]

Why won’t you go? [ His voice is rough from disuse, and he leans against the counter, his eyes bloodshot and shadowed. ] Whatever it is you want, I don’t have it. I won’t go back to The Factory.

weiss schnee | rwby

[schmisse]

Dr. Angela 'Mercy' Ziegler ⛨ Overwatch ⛨ OTA

[watching_over_you]

Simon Lewis | Shadowhunters

[nerdvamp]

v/5

[gingerbiscuits]

[ When Clary proposed it, taking a long weekend up to the Berkshires seemed like a great idea. It was, like, the most normal couple activity ever--fall leaf-peeping. Plus, they'd get some time alone, away from demons and politics and all that mess. It was an all-around win.

Except for the fact that this was New England they'd decided to weekend in, and Clary hadn't thought to double check the weekend weather up there before heading out.

The idea of a blizzard hitting anywhere in late October sounded completely ludicrous to Clary--and yet.

She and Simon found themselves stranded in the hills of Lenox, Massachusetts which were fast turning white with snow. Simon's van couldn't heave itself forward any further in the thick coat of powder on the road, and even if it could--the snow was coming down so hard and fast, it was impossible to see further than handful of feet away.

The trees bowed threateningly under the combined weight of the snow and their frozen leaves and Simon and Clary passed them, and Clary held onto Simon's elbow instinctively. She knew his reflexes had improved since becoming a vampire--but trees could snap impressively fast.

She blinked the snow out of her eyes and squinted at the house a short distance away from them. Maybe it was just the dismal weather, but honestly the house looked condemned at best. ]

Don't you feel like we're walking straight into the plot of a horror movie?