( 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

[silverking]

...ah.

That was quite the joke.

[He pauses, still smiling, and looks at the elf.]

Don't tell me you were serious?

[angroyest]

[Either way, he needs to get over it!!

HE DOESN'T LIKE THIS AT ALL AND ONCE HE GETS THE SNOW OUT OF HIS FACE, HE IS GOING TO END YOU, WALLACE.]

Even? What are you talking about?

[Oops, he forgot how he got you so good last time. Oh well.]

[barebacking]

[ He turns his head away. ]

[moonpowers]

[ She shook her head no. ]

Though it always seemed like fun.

[silverking]

Now, now. Don't tell me I hurt your feelings.

Satoshi | Pokemon

[friendshipfirst]

[barebacking]

[ ... ]

cutest bittiest little connor

[staminarose]

[ Traveling, it had all been about traveling. Business related things. Not leisurely travel. The problem was, Aveline sometimes let herself wander. She would often get chastised by her maman about chasing chickens or dogs or even climbing when they had gone to market. The memory brought with it a warm, small smile.

The young woman shifted, turning slightly as she walked deeper into the woods. Somewhere, that city- Boston wasn't it? It was around here somewhere. Where exactly was the big question and she didn't know that. Not really. It was even harder to tell when large snowflakes probably the size of an alligator's egg- admittedly that wasn't even close to the truth- kept obscuring her vision. ]

Where did that sailor say?

[ Or, rather, what did he say? Only a hundred or so meters and she would be there? But these woods weren't as easy to move through as, say, the bayou. She should probably find shelter for a time. A cave or hollowed out tree. Just a place to stay until the storm had passed, or at least lessened enough that she could safely climb one of the towering trees and look for signs of civilization.

Fur lined boots carefully trudged through the snow, snow that quickly covered her footprints and any tracks that could have been left. She peered through the blanket of white, listening for a sound, any sign of life. ]

that's probably smart 8)

[hypercompetent]

[Finally, he frees himself of Derek and crows successfully, even with the little bite--there's a part of him that's concerned with how normal that is, but it gets brushed off for sweet, sweet, victory.

Even if it's kind of fake. When Derek rolls over, Stiles doesn't directly go for the pin; rather, he shifts forward and presses his hands to his stomach.

Yep. Belly rubs.]

Who's a good boy, who's a good boy! Who likes the belly rubs, who does, who does. [I hope you can feel his sardonic grin.]

[silverking]

You can't stay mad at me. You won't. You never do.

[...]

Either you'll choose to attack me, or you'll conveniently forget the conversation happened and go back to blissful ignorance. That's just your way.

[once_a_tsun]

[Oof! Oh sure, it wasn't a densely packed snowball but when you're not expecting it, even the lightest ones back a good surprise.

Tomoe turns, a hand pressed against her now damp hair and a brow cocked upward. It's not that hard to spot him and she knows exactly the game he's trying to play.

Unfortunately Tomoe was never one to coincide in a contest. As a student she had always aimed to have the highest marks, even if she weren't that great in sports.

So a moment of hesitation is followed by a quick eyeing of the park, the closest other bench spotted and off she goes before she gets hit again.]

stage ii; ①

[lope]

[ It's rare that Connor finds time for himself these days, but when he can, he takes advantage of it to the fullest degree he can. This day just happens to be one of those days. This particular day finds him knee-deep in the snow and still enough to put even the most stoic of statues to shame.

It's a day to hunt.

He's sprinkled suitable bait about in the little clearing, after a careful hour of survey and an impressive amount of backtracking. Settled down amidst the snowdrifts and skeletal thickets, in the shadow of a drunkenly-leaning tree. His bow is drawn, an arrow knocked, and sharp eyes beneath his hood scan the area while he waits.

It's only just begun to snow.



Connor sure does hope the elk he'd been eyeing ambles this way sometime soon. ]

[last_wolf]

Maybe I can mail 'em to Urick or something. Wherever the hell he exists.

[barebacking]

Would you truly do that for me?

B\ conniving brat.

[triskeles]

[ Oh, belly rubs. Derek's dignity thinks he should actually kick Stiles, but the fact it's just the two of them and not the rest of the pack has him rolling a bit so that he's partially on his back and sprawling. The tip of his tail even twitches, though it's not enough for a wag.

Fine, okay. The alpha likes belly rubs. It's just that no one is allowed to give them out.

The sardonic grin doesn't go unmissed, which becomes evident when he brings up a paw to butt into Stiles' mouth. That's enough, no more belly rubs. Quit with the face or he'll sit on you. ]

[barebacking]

I can change.

I can hold a grudge and cease speaking to you.

[silverking]

So, what you're telling me is that I win either way.

[last_wolf]

Uh, sure. If I find him.

Mukuro Rokudo || Hitman Reborn

[sixrealmsofhell]

[barebacking]

[ ... !!

He stands up suddenly, allowing the cloak to fall onto the ground. The weapon slipping into his hand. His gaze briefly looks about the shed -- before he sits down with the weapon in his lap. It is as long as he is tall, and he suddenly realizes swinging it around at full force would force him to deal with the elements. Even his magic could very well force him into the cold once more. The staff disappears as he pulls the cloak around him to scoot closer to the fire he made. ]

Ah, that a lovely fire....

Fai D. Flourite // Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles

[behind_my_smile]

ahh hi uwu!!!

[impenitent]

[ Admittedly, staying in the house while the others were out was not the best idea the pack had. In fact, it was probably one of the worst -- but Erica wasn't really in the mood to argue it, especially if it meant fighting with Derek. That never ended well, after all. She hadn't really expected to be waiting there with Stiles, though.

At his suggestion, she can't help but crack a bit of a smile, because the outcome has very little to do with tact. Though, she does feel slightly guilty that he's obviously cold after offering up his coat. ]

Derek might actually kill you.

[ A pause, considering. ]

But we should light it anyway.

stage iv; 1 (Curses at lack of appropriate icons)

[sonic_screams]

[The snow never bothered Sean like it did most people. Between living in Ireland for a majority of his childhood and living in Boston for the rest, the snow was a familiar thing in the land of uncertainty he'd landed in when he'd thrown in his hat with Charles Xavier. So, even though it had been constantly snowing and the landscape was nothing but white, he was going outside for a walk.

He didn't really bundle up much, more of just threw on his overcoat, drew on his fingerless gloves, and stuffed his feet in a pair of boots next to the doorway before heading outside. Honestly he wasn't even sure the boots were his, they felt a little big. He set out at a brisk pace, just planning on a lap or two around the mansion grounds, just long enough to get his blood going and maybe enjoy a cigarette or two.

He certainly wasn't expecting to run into anyone while outside.]

[barebacking]

[ And he leans to kiss the back of Akira's neck. ]

Onodera Ritsu || Seikai-ichi Hatsukoi

[typebtsundere]