( 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

Wataru Fujii || Only the Ring Finger Knows

[ourfingersknow]

[hasstandards]

[Completely deadpan.]

I shave.

Yuki Giou // Uraboku

[kami_no_hikari]

[silverking]

[Perhaps because he can, because he can read the elf so well, Isley stands and crosses the small space between himself and Yaha. Once next to the other, he takes a seat next to him and places a hand on his concealed shoulder.]

For as much as predicting your behavior is getting to be easy for me, I still have difficulty understanding why you allow me to irritate you to begin with, Yaha.

[barebacking]

[ Ah? He stares at the hand on his shoulder. His stare of warm brown turns to sudden gold as he lashes out to headbutt Isley. It is not the best of attacks, but he hardly cares. ]

[impenitent]

[ Hair wet from falling snow, winter jacket and jeans caked with it, Erica edges away from the group after there's a break in the throwing of snow. Everyone else continues, though she opts out for the time being.

After all, it's no fun when not everyone is playing.

Wandering to where Derek is seated, she hoists herself up to sit near him, she begins to brush the snow from her jeans and jacket. Idle movements, delaying her actual question. ]

So. [ A beat. ] Do you always sit out on all the fun, or are you just worried about the wet dog smell?

[silverking]

[Between his his hands, Isley catches the elf's head and holds it back from his own. Unlike the other, he remains perfectly calm, and despite the readiness in every muscle, he is not at all tense.]

You really are chilled.

[He brushes a thumb over one cheek, beneath one golden eye, all the while staring at Yaha.]

[cagedmemories]

[With the force of the weather, Namine couldn't possibly hear him coming. Keeping her small bag of groceries near by -- no sense in losing it after going through all this -- she tries to find some arrangement of limbs that will keep her warm. But dresses make this a ridiculously frustrating task, and so she settles for huddling, eyes to her lap and willing her body to make it through however long this lasts.

But very suddenly she isn't alone and the sudden burst of cold has her quivering all over again while she blinks at the new arrival. For a moment Namine can only stare, both surprised and confused. Should she really be talking to a stranger while in a snow storm?]

Just cold.

[He likely needs the refuge as much as she does, and while being stuck in a relatively confined space with a man she doesn't know isn't the best way to spend a Tuesday night, she doesn't have much choice.]

<3

[hypercompetent]

Ha! That's right, you're a goodmmph. [He'd been fumbling for his phone, almost wanting to take a picture--that was pretty much priceless. watching Derek roll over on his back and take a belly rub like his neighbor's golden retriever.

The paw in his face stops him though--he adds a cheeky finishing stomach rub before going for the paw, pushing it off his mouth. Gross.]

Ew, I don't know where that thing's been, dude.

[No, he's definitely not quitting it with the face. It just gets worse.]

[barebacking]

[ The gold shifts back to normal as his eyes widen, trembling slightly. Even, even this distance, he is stopped.

.... why? ]

[impenitent]

You could say that.

[ And she has, really. Despite having a much higher endurance than she used to, it wasn't so much about that. It was really just that her fear was winning out. ]

You look familiar.

[triskeles]

[ Derek doesn't say anything when Erica joins him, eyes tracking Jackson as he tries to shove snow down the back of Scott's shirt. There's a quirk at the corner of his mouth, but he remains silent a little while longer while she works on dusting herself off.

When he finally does react, he huffs and cocks his head towards her without taking his eyes off the pack of teenagers causing trouble amongst themselves. ]

Wet dog, wet leather. Not very appealing smells, at the end of the day.

[ At the very least, he sounds at ease. Maybe even content, despite the shrieks of protest and laughter not far off. More like because of them. ]

iii-1

[withmysound]

[It's snowing. And Ooo actually looks pretty, blanketed in white, so Marceline's just out for an early morning walk. The sun's not out yet, and anyway she's wearing quite a few layers, so she'll just float on by and stick her tongue out to catch a snowflake.

Hmm. Is that Fionna over there?

She smirks, bends down, and scoops up a snowball before hiding behind the nearest large object, which happens to be a tree.]

No snowfall, out on a walk...and I'm hoping this ends in a snowball fight.

[trumped_card]

[Despite what one might think, Celes actually did like the snow. Such a rare and beautiful view that she didn't get to see very often. What better view could one ask for when going on a walk? Besides, it gave her an excuse to try on her new winter clothes, so that was obviously a plus in her book.

However...walking in the snow alone was so dreadfully tacky. It was clear to her that she needed to find some poor sap a handsome (or at least okay-looking) man to follow her around. Pity Naegi-kun was nowhere to be found, as she thought he was very amusing to talk to. Oh well, there were others.

And then she found Leon outside, after spending a few minutes looking around the school.]

Kuwata-kun, I'm glad I found you.

[bolide]

I don't plan on sleeping out here. [He shrugs it off.]

And I don't know, it looks fairly depressing now, but it can't always have been that way. People would've all died if they had no other way to be happy besides drinking.

[silverking]

[Isley says nothing at first, although his thoughts are many, neatly organized and constantly filing for every reaction Yaha produces.]

[The hand that brushed the elf's cheek wanders upward, brushes his bangs off his forehead, pushes back gold locks of hair so that those wide eyes can be seen clearly.]

So cold you're trembling...or is that from something else?

IV + 4

[isshurui]

[Snow fort in good condition? Check. Snowballs good and ready for throwing? Check. Target determined? CHECK.

Heads up, Satoshi, for there is a snowball with your name on it and it is heading right towards you.]

SIGH. (<3)

[triskeles]

[ Though the phone would probably catch more lens flare than anything, it would be the principle of the matter that would have Derek snapping it up in his jaws if Stiles actually managed to get it out. It's probably better for everyone that the fumbling failed.

As it is, he lets the paw be pushed away before rolling up and to all fours. Without the belly rubs, he's no longer the picture perfect image of a sated house pet.

The flat look he manages to give Stiles at his own expression speaks enough where he can't, though he does step forward to headbutt the human in the chest. ]

[barebacking]

[ His bottom lip trembles slightly before he smiles. It is broken a little. He giggles to himself before speaking some of his thoughts aloud. ]

Abyssal One... I see... I wasn't given such a title like that... yes, this is why I am just a lieutenant... I'm really ... just a cute kid next to you.

[bolide]

[For now, it's just Enkidu who laughs.]

There are many things I would do for you, but this is not among them.

[friendshipfirst]

[ One moment he's enjoying watching his Pokemon play in the snow and the next thing WHAM.

He was hit by a snowball in the back of the head.

Quickly he turns to find out who was the one who threw it at him all while bending down and scooping up some snow. ]

[silverking]

[Isley sighs, giving his head a little shake.]

I suppose it was just a matter of time before your mind took you elsewhere.

[He begins to pull away.]

You should have a title, though. Even my lieutenant has a title...

[Not that Isley puts much stock in that kind of thing.]

o//u//o

[shortstick]

[ one step, two step, another step and-- ]

Gn--!

[ plop, the little kenway goes. stumbling over the snow, face first and body to follow. if it wasn't already cold, now it was a tad bit colder, with ice against his face, against his clothes. hands push against the frozen ground to push himself upwards again-- they sink slightly, but it's enough to get him back on his feet. the boy's fingers nearly stung from the contact, though he huddles back under the coat, shivering, now even covering his head to keep warm at the most that he could. ]

Kanen'tó:kon! [ he attempts to call out for his friend-- perhaps they were still around . . . . . . . . or not . . . . . . if one were to see his face, it would be that of a disappointed frown. he looks up at the bare trees about him, and in the process, the snow that falls against his face. his last attempt at calling out ends in another fall, cutting his voice short. direct contact with the snow wasn't. helping. ]

[barebacking]

[ His hand rises to hold Isley's against his face. ]

What title would you give me?

[last_wolf]

Aaaaand we're here.

[He fiddles with the door for a moment, then takes him to the bedroom and drops him on the comforter.]

See? You're soused.