my gacha roll just now was such crap

[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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Shirayuki | Akagami no Shirayukihime

[forwardfacing]

[academagus]

And... what about these flowers?

[ Boots? Check. Thick fur cloaks? Check. Insulated leather gloves? Also check.

But a complete white-out in the evening? Unfortunately there is a checkmark next to that, because out in this snowstorm there is a rare flower that only blooms in-- get this-- during winter. Its petals can be made into a special, potent salve, but it is said to be even more powerful should it be harvested during a blizzard. And so, the professor has taken it upon himself to do just that.

Only, while he is knowledgeable in a great many things, botany is not one of them. Thus he employs her help, pretty much oblivious to how the snow sticks to his cuffs at this point. ] Are these the elusive snow rose?

[ And when it's written "botany is not one of them", that is to say: he wouldn't know a rose from a tulip. ]

Marlon | The Walking Dead: The Final Season

[lookedcool]

5-5, I'll assume set in TWD 'verse let me know if I need to change anything!

[obeir]

[ This far off the beaten path, signs of former civilisation are few and far between — just long stretches of white as far as the eye can see, with the horizon shrouded in a dense fog. The increasingly heavy snowfall and howling wind have dropped visibility to the point where navigation becomes impossible, and combined with the frigid temperature, being without any kind of shelter will soon prove deadly.

But he's gotten lucky. In another life the old building might've been a meeting house, he thinks, maybe a church. Hard to say now. All he cares about is the fact it's still sturdy enough to keep the snow out and, if he dares risk it, might even facilitate a small fire for warmth. He makes his way inside, pushing the heavy door shut behind himself and stays near the doorway as his eyes adjust to the dark.

The faint light slanting in through the tall windows that line the walls is barely enough to see by. Brushing the snow from his hair and turning down the shearling collar of his coat, he cautiously begins stepping through the overturned, broken pews and assorted other rubble and detritus. All the while he keeps a hand within his coat, prepared to draw one of his guns from the double shoulder holster he wears — and hoping he won't have to, because despite his gloves his hands are stiff with the cold, and the pack he wears makes quick maneuvering a bit difficult. ]

Anyone here? [ He calls out as he continues moving, his voice echoing in the emptiness. It's always a crapshoot, this. If there is anyone else sheltering here, chances are they're like him and just wanting to wait out the storm, or they're going to be one of the other sort. The dead. The marauders. He's aware of at least a couple bands of raiders within the area; he's managed to avoid detection by either thus far. But he's fairly confident none are here, judging by the utter silence and lack of fire or perimeter alarms. Still, he isn't letting his guard down. ]

Frisk ♥ Undertale ♥ OTA

[dustless]

Soren | The Dragon Prince

[katallest]

lol i rolled 5 and 2 rip

[fulminaris]

[The snow is coming down in buckets. Claudia's not even sure if buckets encompasses how much it really is. Everything is white--she can barely see the trees through the snow and Soren is absolutely frosted over beside her.

The worst part of it all is that she feels completely useless. With no primal ball, she's got no access to any useful elements. The snow clouds are so thick she can't tell where the sun is, and though there's plenty of wind--biting cold wind--she's not sure blowing it around more is the solution.

The only solution, it seems, is to try to make some water runes work for unruly snow.]

Soren, we gotta get out of this and wait it out. I'm gonna try to work with this.

[Even yelling over the howling wind, she's not sure Soren hears her. But she tugs his elbow to make sure she has his attention.]

You're holding up okay?

river song ( doctor who )

[retrorsum]

Fran | Fate/

[shaggydogstory]

stage iv scenario 7; wildly makes things up as i go

[hackerlad]

[The mission takes them to a patch of European rural countryside at some point midway through the 19th century; it's hardly on par with a large-scale singularity, or anything, but there's rumors afoot of something slaughtering livestock and it's escalating to a point just a little too outside its historical bounds. This is more an investigation than anything, really, and there's certainly investigator-types in their group...but every excursion warrants at least a few heavy-hitters, if it seems like there might be something violent afoot. Or so the Master had argued, anyway.

And so. Here they are.

Their motley party has taken up residence in a nearby village, which is where the Master and most of the other Servants are right now. 9S and Fran end up being put on patrol duty in the latter half of the day, though, the route a wide circle through the wooded area around the village perimeter. The pairup is mostly strategic; Fran hits harder of the two of them, but 9S still retains an unusually refined talent for reconnaissance considering his class, and the both of them are pretty level-headed for Berserkers anyhow, enough so to be safely left to their own devices like this. The task is simple enough: check around, keep an eye out for clues or enemies, report back in a few hours or if anything arises.

It'd almost be too easy....if it weren't also the dead of winter right now. Because of course it is.

The snow comes down in heavy pale sheets, the naked trees doing little to hinder the white banks accumulating thick on the ground. 9S is sinking nearly up to his knees in snow in some spots, both his lesser height and disproportionately heavier weight working against him here, and there's absolutely no doubt that his boots and his socks will be thoroughly soaked by the end of this. The crunch of his trudging draws to a halt as he straightens and scans between tree trunks with a small frown in place, a hand lifted to shield his eyes behind the blindfold as if this will somehow clear the obscuring snowfall a little. (It doesn't.) Android bodies could withstand fairly harsh temperatures even when he was alive, and the additional benefit of being a Servant here certainly takes the edge off the deep chill palpable in the air right now, but...it's times like this that he still sort of wishes his uniform didn't include just shorts. Well, though it comes with a coat as well, at least? And gloves? But still...

The visor built into his blindfold picks up nothing in the way of unusual movement; the rest of his intuition, part Scanner and part Servant, detects nothing in the way of extra presences either. Nothing but white all around...he huffs out a sigh, and watches as it puffs in the air, more white to add to the scenery.]

Well, I'm still not seeing anything on this end--big surprise. Same for you? [He turns to Fran, arms dropping to his sides, before his head tilts back a little and he peers up at the iron-gray clouds overhead.] ...Geez, I didn't know the sky could even hold this much snow. Looks like it's not letting up anytime soon at all?

MOLLYMAUK TEALEAF | CRITICAL ROLE

[mollymocked]

[selfburn]

Unlike the last time the Nein found themselves in the snow Caleb was outside this time. They had found there way to a sleepy little town on the northern border of the Empire because of a rare book dealer in Nicodranus. Supposedly there was a collector here who had purchased an ancient elvhen magical tome that held very old secrets to magic. Caleb's excitement over it could barely be contained, even more than his usual excitement over books in general.

The trouble was he had to find this rare collector and somehow convince him to give up his book or let Caleb look through it. The others had been very generous and understanding about his desires and they had all offered to come with him but Caleb had argued against that. He didn't need help with this, it was just a conversation... where he might possibly have to magically charm someone for a book.

Molly, though, would not be dissuaded. Caleb looked over at him trying to figure out why the tiefling had insisted on coming along with him. There was a gentle snowfall that muffled their steps along the cobblestone streets of the town making things seem softer around the edges including Molly's profile. His coat still stuck out like a sore thumb but it would have been a very pleasant walk if Caleb could figure out why Molly wouldn't let him go alone.

Steve Rogers | MCU | OTA

[starsoldier]

shouta mikoshiba | dolls

[enforce]

(let's be real he's probably hiding under a kotatsu drinking himself warm.)

clark kent | smallville (dc)

[ex_intergalactics589]

izuku midoriya | boku no hero academia

[mumbler]

Marvel Comics ➔ Nadia van Dyne

[oca]

2/5 kinda

[pyms]

[ it's a decent size house. the snow covers most of it and the house is diminishes underneath it. it's quiet and idyllic, in a way -- a wide yard, a garage or shed at the side. the blue panels were less vibrant than hank remembers, but youth does that, makes any midwestern boringness seem bright and shiny.

hank cuts the engine to the car and looks from the house to nadia. ]

That's it. [ he sighs, nostalgic and bitter all in one breath ] The left window on the second floor is my bedroom when I was a child.

Genevieve Moreau | OC

[eternitea]

4 and 7

[doortodoor]

[He was ready to call it a day and head home. It was early morning, rather than late in the day; which didn’t make it any less colder.
He stood beside the city cab, stomping his feet to get warm. He found his cigarette packet and lighter. Adrian figured standing out where he was, trying to light up a cigarette, was a sure sign of crazy. He cursed when the lighter didn’t work. Tried again and watched the spark barely flame up. Another curse followed. He was about to give up on the idea of a cigarette when he saw the woman. She’d probably hurry past. It was New York City. Crackass of dawn. Cold. And he was there trying to light up a cigarette like it was the sanest thing a person could do. Yeah, if he was her, he’d hurry past too.]

Ma’am, have you got a light on you?

Kylo Ren | Star Wars

[untamedpower]

Mabel Pines | Gravity Falls | OTA

[stellacadente]

[ college girl Mabel here. m/f for shippy, crosscanon and aus welcome! ]

max caulfield / life is strange

[instantrewind]

[ wherever she is, she's got her camera and she's gonna get all the hipsterass polaroids she can before she freezes to death ]

kotomine shirou ( fate/ )

[kokken]

summer | nowhere, usa

[porphyric]

Winter Schnee ❄ RWBY

[winter_is_here]

lara jean covey | to all the boys i've loved before

[inspirative]

legion | mass effect

[agglomerate]

omg legion

[commanderly]

[ hello robot friend. has this platform ever experienced a SNOWBALL FIGHT, because that is definitely one decently-packed handful of snow flying in its direction, straight from Shepard's hardsuit gloves. ]

Hank Anderson | Detroit: Become Human

[sumosowner]

[nippinatyournose]

[ Because I'm a sucker for the found family trope (eventually), do you have any interest in Hank finding a barefoot teenager wandering around alone in the snow on the road? ]

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World ➔ Ramona Flowers

[subspaced]

Horatio Hornblower | Hornblower

[midship]

Casey, Son of John - Original Character

[theroadremains]

[Less a wonderland for the man who has only ever lived in a frozen wasteland, but some soft, white snow would be a nice train from frozen grey.]