Caught in the Rain

[toastysocks]

CAUGHT IN THE RAIN MEME

It started out quietly, and then, quite suddenly, you're caught in a storm with an endless downpour. Time to quickly find cover! Nothing much to do but to wait it out. Where is the rain happening? How are you coping? Why are you out when it hits? RULES • Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom. • RNG for a number between 1-10 to get your scenario. Mix and match! • Have fun!

SCENARIOS i WHERE: 001 PLAYGROUND | Well, you can try to hide under the slide or maybe in the jungle gym... at least you're some place fun? 002 PARK | Always happens, caught outside trying to take advantage of the weather... and it ends up pulling a fast one on you. 003 STORE FRONT | Better hope they have an awning you can take advantage of. 004 BEACH | Not exactly the best place to be during a rainstorm, however it is possible to get caught in a sudden storm. 005 FOREST | Mud, bugs and all the rambler's paths are washed away so you don't know how to get out. 006 SKY | On a plane? A pegasus? You were there when the first drop fell. 007 EMPTY CITY | Maybe it was a zombie apocalypse or WW3. It's safer outside when all the nasties take refuge indoors. 008 AT SEA | Nothing is worse than an unexpected freak storm here. Except sea monsters. 009 TEMPLE | It's beautiful, but leaky. 010 WILD CARD | Your call. ii HOW: 001 TREE | Not the best cover, but it'll have to do, stay close to the roots and you won't get too wet. 002 UMBRELLA | Most conventional... Kinda boring. But it works. 003 NEWSPAPER | Not permanent, but it'll have to do. Good luck. 004 SHIRT | Well... y'gotta do what you gotta do. 005 MAGIC | Wave that wand or chant a spell. 006 CARDBOARD | Out of a dumpster. Nice. 007 LEAVES | Not under a tree: just one really huge leaf. 008 CAVE | Not very deep, but it keeps off the worst. 009 NONE | You don't need cover, screw convention. 010 WILD CARD | Your call. iii WHY: 001 REJECTED | Welp. Rejection sucks. And no one will see you crying in the rain. 002 WAITING | For the bus? For someone else? For some revelation? What are you waiting for. 003 MELANCHOLY | Sometimes the best place to feel a bit down is out in the rain. 004 HAPPINESS | Is everything going your way? Are you singing a refrain while walking down the lane? Just singin. Singin' in the rain. 005 ANGER | WELL YOU KNOW WHAT. SCREW YOU TOO, RAIN. 006 ACCEPTANCE | You had to be here anyway, it wasn't a choice. 007 SCIENCE | Everyone else is inside but you've got work to do. 008 ACCIDENTAL | Lost track of time? Forgot your coat? Oops. Now you look like a wet rat. 009 KISSING | They kissed you. How are you supposed to leave them alone out here after that? 010 WILD CARD | Your call. ( based on original by pancaked, edit by sockle )

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Umino Iruka || Naruto || M/M for shipping, OTA for gen

[umino_sensei]

ichigo kurosaki | bleach | ota

[fateshattering]

[leekspins]

[She knows the rain isn't his favorite. And she noticed when he showed up to school that he came through the door pretty wet. No umbrella, then.]

[It's why she makes great haste to rush to the main entrance, changing her shoes as fast as she can, to be ready when he comes out. He'll need an umbrella to keep him dry, and she's got one to give him, as well as an excuse as to why she won't need one ('Tatsuki-chan has one, and we usually walk home together so we'll just share!').]

[She just doesn't want him to get lost in those awful memories of the past, and being dry might help him stave off the blues.]

[And so Orihime waits just beneath the awning, umbrella up, pretending to be lost in thought as she watches the rain spatter the paved pathway and the street beyond.]

demelza poldark - poldark

[displease]

[armbrustisch]

( would you be interested in forest/tree/happiness? i can write the starter, if you're up for it. )

lothíriel of dol amroth - lord of the rings/tolkien

[tarlanc]

feel free to take or leave this victorian doofus i've shamelessly au'ed and ridiculously backstoried

[watchchains]

[ It's barely past first light when she summons the guards. They assemble in the castle courtyard to await her command, their captain as blind to its nature as the lot of them. Yet at the order to form an escort along the sea cliffs, he is not remotely surprised.

Their armed party waits on the stony path below, while she climbs to the highest point overlooking the Bay. The day is warm, despite the winter season, and the morning sky is a lowering grey, the air still and thick, utterly bereft of wind. Were it not for the rolling surf at the cliffs' feet, the churn of the waves echoing through their myriad caves, the quiet would be almost smothering.

He has been trapped at sea by such weather, drifting through the doldrums with their gustless storms, his ship's sails hanging slack with nary a twitch, save for when the clouds let fall a deluge. It would seem ill-luck weather in the mind of any sailor, mariner prince or fishmonger. But Edward had never expected to endure it from this landbound vantage, and in Dol Amroth's noblest heart besides.

His father was common-born, a loyal if unremarkable seaman in the Prince's fleet, who never aspired higher than the top of the rigging. He'd been raised in that same line from boyhood, half his early life spent on the water and in the silver swan's livery. Beyond dutiful adherence no one expected much of him, the youngest of nine children, with five fleet-bound brothers preceding. So Edward's ambition and aptitude for command had come as something of a shock. Comrades found him difficult to befriend – not the sort who jested and mingled effortlessly off-watch – yet he was nonetheless respected. He was hungry to learn every aspect of navigation, but never shrank from scrubbing the decks. He gained fatal precision with a blade, proved quick-witted in gale or fray. Men looked to his lead, following it with a will, and so he earned promotions swift and steadily.

As the years passed beneath the East's lengthening shadow, and the corsairs grew ever bolder, it happened that Edward's company sailed alongside that of the Prince's third son. Amrothos was the younger man by near a decade, but no inferior fighter. It was chance more than aught which allowed Edward to block an Umbar dagger from burying itself in Amrothos' eye. In gratitude he insisted that Edward accompany him home overland, across Belfalas to the Prince's own city. There the swan-knights welcomed him, though his seat ahorse was ungainly as a green squire's, and all knew he had none of Mithrellas' blood. His eyes were the silted brown of lesser rivers converging, and when he rose out of kneeling to greet Imrahil, the Prince loomed over him by more than half a head, his average height made scant against Númenórean bearing.

But that wasn't how the lieutenant came by his second name. It took hold long ago, originating from the mouths of his exasperated mother and eight older siblings, bellowing over the crowded docks in search of their youngest, their littlest. By the time he made ship's boy that title had stuck, so it seemed there wasn't a sailor between the Anduin's Mouth and Cobas Haven that failed to recognize him as Little.

He never paid much mind to the absurdity of it. Edward knew his own worth, then and now; and now he was an officer of the fleet, friend to a son of Galador's line. For unlikely as it should have been, given the differences in their age and station, friendship had somehow been born of the debt and duty between Amrohos and he. In his thoughts there was no question whether he might do other than fight by Amrohos' side in the coming War. That the fight would be aboard his own ship, as part of the naval support to Imrahil's push for Minas Tirith, he just as naturally felt assured.

That was before the Prince himself asked Little to stay behind Dol Amroth's walls, and oversee the protection of his only daughter. And captaincy was bestowed upon him at last, in the manner least anticipated.

He gives her as much time as he can, watching curtains of rain draw tighter around the ocean's distant horizon. Then he leaves his men by the path, and ascends the promontory alone. Climbing until they're on a parallel, he halts while there remains a significant distance between them. It doesn't prevent him from observing how sea-spray has soaked the heavy coils of her dark hair, thoroughly as though the skies had already opened. ]

Princess Lothíriel.

[ His speech is near clean and clipped as any educated noble's – he's worked hard to make it so – but some coarser accent of his birth always tells on the syllables of her name. ]

Will you not come back before the rain breaks?

darklaw (eve belduke) | professor layton vs. ace attorney

[vanisher]

[vanisher]

(( closed ))

[ Eve's legs ached only slightly from the hike. She played the role of High Inquisitor for quite some time, after all, as well as numerous others as it was deemed necessary... there's no way she'd let a simple mountain trail best her!

Nevertheless, she does feel rather small, standing before the sizable waterfall that awaited them at the end of it. She could feel small specks of water lightly sprinkling her face when she turns to her acolyte companion. ]

You want me to join you?

espella cantabella | professor layton vs. ace attorney

[enspelled]

adrien agreste (cat noir) | miraculous ladybug

[catpunned]

marinette dupain-cheng (ladybug) | miraculous ladybug

[klutziest]

[quietreflection]

[She's standing under a tree at Place des Vosges, watching those without cover scurrying about, those with only newspapers over their heads putting a little hustle in their step, and those with umbrellas taking their time enjoying the rain. There's an umbrella leaning against the tree next to her, still folded up.

She gives a little wave when she sees a familiar face in the distance.]

caster (helena blavatsky) ; fate/grand order

[kumara]

7 / 9 / 6.

[nozart]

[ Rain in London feels thick, viscous— it drips instead of pours, hanging tenuously along grime-covered windowpanes before succumbing to the inevitability of gravity. Mozart immediately isn't a fan, not of the slow scream of water pooling in gutters or the squelch of mud under rubber soles, but the saving grace of this whole ordeal is that he has a companion to share the misery of his current expedition with.

Helena Blavatsky. An intellectual, he hears; a woman whose social sphere rarely intersects with his own. Of her own choosing, he figures, but that's not important.

In fact, the frequency (or the scarcity) of their previous interactions hardly matters, in the long run. He's always liked the steady adagio of Helena's heartbeat whenever they brushed shoulders in the halls of Chaldea— that omnipresent one-two tempo— and the knowledge of his fellow Servant's tenacity is incentive enough to cooperate with his fellow Caster in this quest to 'beat up some rogue Assassins in the London area'.

Pointed index fingers to the sky and shoulders braced against the wind, Mozart conducts to the rhythm of the urban drizzle. The rain is a slightly off-kilter waltz, today. ]

Mm, mm! They really couldn't have chosen a worse day for us to be out and about, could they?

[ Says the musician with an abysmal work ethic (outside of his music, of course). He does a jaunty half-turn along uneven cobblestones, kicking up grey-tinged water in the process. ]

I wonder if any of the taverns are open. No one can expect us to fix a Singularity on an empty stomach, and especially not in this weather.

Matt Murdock // Marvel's Netflix

[trustinthedevil]

616 available

Ramsay Bolton ➳ Game of Thrones [modern]

[bramblejam]

no scenarios just wildcard the whole way

[ironyborn]

Well fuck you too, then!

[ That is the sound of Theon Greyjoy shouting into his phone while the rain drips down in a relentless torrent. He’s either too stupid to seek cover, too angry, or both. He carries on for a few more moments, pacing right there on the sidewalk, apparently unable to get a word in with whoever is on the other end. It's his sister, but who can really know?

When he hangs up at last, he looks prepared to slam the phone against the wall, but seems to rethink that decision. It is, after all, one of the few things of value he actually owns. Instead, he pockets it. Looking like a miserable wet rat, he snaps at the last person he really wants to see, but any face to vent to is really welcome: ]

What? You don’t melt in this weather?

Fergus Fraser (Outlander)

[claudel]

Danny Rand || Marvel's Netflix/MCU

[firetouched]

Arthur Holmwood | Dracula

[lord_godalming]

Hernando Fuentes // Sense8

[mustbefree]

hank anderson / detroit: become human

[crags]

[probot]

[ The downpour had been sudden and cold. The lieutenant never seemed to mind getting wet too much, but now Connor had started to notice his self-hating (perhaps even self-punishing) tendencies. He would get sick like this. So. Android to the rescue. They were going to be outside for a little while longer anyway, what with it being the tail end of a crime scene.

Connor silently stands next to him and opens an umbrella. He has to stand rather close to get both of them, although most of it is shielding Hank. He offers a small smile, those are a little easier these days. ]

You're statistically more likely to get sick when your body temperature suddenly lowers.

[ He almost says it as if he's scolding. ]

Will Graham | Hannibal

[remarkable_boy]

Loras Tyrell ✿ Game of Thrones/ASOIAF

[triplerose]

modern available

Weiss Schnee ❄ RWBY ❄ OTA

[changeitall]

Blake Belladonna | RWBY | ota

[bellagatta]

The cross-canon encounter dreams are made of

[catoutofthebag]

[Rain sucks. Rain really sucks. Morgana's beautiful fur is soaked and clumped up and it feels awful! Each step soaks his paws as he slinks as quickly as possible down the sidewalk in search of shelter.]

Mmmrrrrggh...stupid weather...

[But wait! What's that down in that alleyway? A crate! ...It's not in great condition, and it doesn't seem like it's completely dry, but it's better than nothing. Heaving a sigh, Morgana heads toward it...]

[And that's when a dog's head pops up from behind the trash can where it was eating, eyes focused intensely on the intruder cat.]

Whoa! Uh...nice doggy...

[And another dog head. And another! Just how many mutts made this alleyway their hideout?! Morgana's wet fur bristles as he slowly retreats. THEN THEY ALL COME RUSHING STRAIGHT AT HIM!]

YAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

[Morgana flees. It's totally shameful! If he were in his real form and not this dumb cat body he could send them whimpering away with their tails between their legs. Instead he's the one who has to run for dear life...right smack into Blake's legs.]

--Oof!

Korra | The Legend of Korra | OTA

[goestoextremes]

i rolled 5/4/7 and winged it. i hope you're cool with cross-canon c:

[vanisher]

[ It's not Eve's first time treading that forest path, adorned with gorgeous flowers, tall trees, and plenty of unique herbs. She's collected samples from it before, and it always amazed her how small she felt within the forest shadows.

The rain does muddle her senses, however, and this time, she veers slightly off-course, finding herself traveling deeper in. It's easy enough to correct; so with a cloth bag in one hand, and her other holding her unhooked cape overhead as a shield, she changes direction.

The edge of the forest is in her sight when Eve spots Korra. Mud is all over Eve's boots from the walk, and naturally she is soaked, but it seems a minor inconvenience to her at best.

She does not seem particularly bothered or even hurried when she approaches her, though from the looks of things, the storm is likely to worsen.

...Best get somewhere before that happens. ]

Lovely weather, isn't it?

[ It's mostly a sarcastic comment made in passing. She's not usually that great at "small talk."

She doesn't really expect a serious reply as she passes Korra. ]

Hattie Jackson → Stargate OC

[ostraca]

Rin Tohsaka | Fate/Stay Night UBW | ota

[greedyvixen]

nezumi (no.6)

[ducat]

tens tens tens across the board!

[caretaller]

[When Nezumi first found Gotou, he was only a simple tantou. He used him the way any tantou should be used and all went smoothly for a few weeks. One day, the blade Nezumi used so often was gone and what remained was a young man. A very naked young man. After some reluctance, Nezumi did believe that he was the old blade he had found.

It's been two weeks since then and everything was still new and exciting to Gotou. Today was brand new discovery. Rain.

As the cold droplets hit his face, Gotou ran out into the open, twirl around as he laughed.]

As I expected! Rain is much better when you're a human too! [Someone should really explain to him that at some point he'll get cold. ]

Usagi Tsukino | Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | ota

[starshaper]