( let it snow )

[bottecellie]

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 ‧:❉:‧

Comments

[clairvoyance]

Sixteen this year.

[She knows it's still young, but "little" just seems demeaning!]

Hey, do you like the smell of coffee, or should I head somewhere without?

[thelastgallifreyan]

Coffee is fine.

And I'm over nine-hundred years old. I can call you little if I want to.

[cyphers]

Well, it is what I came out here to do originally.

[hasstandards]

Alright.

[He rotates his neck as he gets to his feet, feeling stiff from the cold. He grabs his rifle and knife while he's at it, making sure they're good and secure.]

I suppose since you're the one who came out here to do just that, you can lead the way.

[cyphers]

[ eyeing the rifle and his knife as she gets up herself giving her back a good stretch. ]

Thinking about doing a bit of hunting while we are on our walk?

[hasstandards]

I make it a habit to never leave unarmed. Never know what you're going to meet out here.

[cyphers]

Ah, of course...

[ with that she heads off in a random direction. it wasn't like she had any real point to in mind when she head off from base to begin with. all she was thinking about was going for a walk and having some time to herself.

but whatever, the activity will be good to keep herself warm. ]

[hasstandards]

[Sniper follows, eyes on her, boots crunching in the snow as he keeps her in his line of sight at all times.]

I assume you've been here long enough to know the area well.

[angroyest]

Consider it brought, Freckles.

[Roy rolls out of the way before the snowball could hit him and finally gets to his feet. He runs after Wally, throwing one snowball after the other at him.

And good lord, he needs to come up with nicknames that do not sound like pet names. OH WELL.]

[cyphers]

Quelque peu, if we get lost I am sure it will all work itself out somehow.

[ she just waves him off. why worry about that when there's beautiful scenery to enjoy. ]

[hasstandards]

Right.

[Still purposefully a step behind her.]

Just as long as we don't end up back at your base. I'm as close as I'd like to be to that, thanks.

[crockblocking]

Pretty sure it was still around, just nowhere near as advanced. [Of course, it's not like she got to use it much.]

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[hypercompetent]

[Oh, it's worth the retribution. Totally worth it. Stiles is a bundle of ridiculous emotion and flailing limbs and they expect him to be ridiculous. Mr. Stoic on the other hand, could use a little humiliation, particularly of the good natured kind.

It's nice to see Derek smile, and Stiles returns it for a fleeting second--his is toothier, but it's bright and stretches across his face, enough to light up his eyes. He mumbles against his mouth when he's kissed back, never one to let someone else have the last word, but beyond that, he grips lightly at the sheets with his free hand and kisses him back.]

For some reason.

That's ridiculous and I love it.

[triskeles]

[ Well, it's not as if the entire pack isn't a little bit determined to embarrass him pretty much every day of the week. Stiles adding onto it won't be the worst thing that he experiences, even if it'll probably be what they all talk about most. When Stiles is ridiculous, he's ridiculous. Derek is not immune to it, not completely.

Rolling his eyes at the way Stiles butts in for the last word, or at least fights for it, he slides his hands out from under Stiles' shirt and his jacket, bringing them up to cradle his face in his hands as he kisses him absently, almost as a distraction-- full on the lips, at each corner of his mouth, in the dip below his bottom lip, the tip of his pixie nose. ]

Think we'd be a little lost if you didn't.

[clairvoyance]

[Ayanna might be on Earth, but she's not entirely human. She appears to be, yes, but she's a bit of a crossbreed. Humans are certainly good at getting around. Due to her own odd origins, she believes the Doctor.]

Huh, really? I'd ask if you were a vampire, but your hands are warm.

I know right.

[hypercompetent]

Tell me about it. My Native American spirit name is the Boy Who Runs With Wolves, because if I wasn't around half of you would be--mmf--dead from varying degrees of pain and suffering. [It's distracting, but not quite distracting enough to shut his mouth completely. These are all facts of Stiles' life, and most of them know it.

Granted, they've saved his ass enough times that there's some mutual exchange going on, but no big deal. Wrinkling his nose as it's kissed, he rubs his thumb over Derek's palm where they're connected in slow strokes, eyes fluttering at the kisses up in his personal space.]

We've got this great circle of not killing each other going on here and I like to think I'm the thread that makes the circle go 'round.

whines at them

[triskeles]

Don't I know it. [ Stiles shutting his mouth completely is more of a foreign concept than any of this, considering it's Stiles and he really does keep their asses alive most days. Maybe it's a mutual thing, but it's a little more impressive when the humans are saving the werewolves.

Thumb tracing along the edge of Stiles' hand, he tips his head up higher to press his lips between his brows, snorting softly at the comment. It's not exactly untrue, to be honest. ]

You're our conduit. [ Stiles is joking, but Derek is not despite the amusement in his voice. As he leaves another absent kiss against his skin, he murmurs quietly; ] An anchor.

oops i lied i got one more tag in me

[hypercompetent]

Oh god, am I your Allison? I'm totally your Allison. Look, if we're gonna make gooey eyes at each other we should totally do it in front of Scott as a form of revenge. [It's obvious he's joking--despite the tone of his voice, his mouth is drawn into a small smile, eyes cast down between them as a warm flush covers his cheeks.

It's kind of nice to be someone's number one priority again, but it's a stupid thought and one he'd never ever voice out loud. Instead, he scoots up the pillow a little, pressing his forehead to Derek's--he's been taking Werewolf 101, thank you very much.]

Using something as an anchor that isn't your own manpain bumps you out of the Nic Cage range, I think.

Sappy tags.

[triskeles]

I'm not getting revenge against Scott for that, even if he is a stupid lovesick puppy over it. [ The humor in his tone increases, and he can't help but laugh even as he takes in the warm flush and the expression on Stiles' face. It's always nice to see that, and to actually cause that without some ulterior motive behind it.

Looking at Stiles even as he scoots up and presses close to him, the corners of his mouth quirk up in both amusement and softness. Gently, he bumps his nose into Stiles', his free hand dropping a little lower to settle against the side of his neck. When this obnoxious teenager with flailing limbs, a fast mouth, and bright eyes managed to become number one priority, he'll never know. But all of his complaints about it have always been false. ]

Gee, thanks. Where's that put me now?

[cyphers]

[ she slows her pace so he can't get too far behind her and keeps her head slightly turned towards him. ]

Of course, I would never think of doing such a thing purposely. Alors, not now at least. I am in no mood to deal with my teammates.

[goldgleam]

I dont. I'd tear the person apart who even tried.

[flockoff]

[Jeez Rae. Didn't know you cared.]

Guess I know I'm in good hands.

[God damn.]

[goldgleam]

Of course.

[ she nuzzles close, with the surprising strength a big cat like herself has, even in her human form. ]

I love you. No one else will ever touch you.

[flockoff]

... Same to you.

[Especially the touching part 8I He likes snuggling close like this okok. So maybe he'll just lay his head on hers. Derpderp.]

Pecking isn't always effective though.

[goldgleam]

Weak flyer.