( 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

Amelia | Fire Emblem 8: The Sacred Stones | OTA!

[gradosfinest]

[General-class armor is KIND of like a winter coat, right? Kind of?]

[shortstick]

[ he shakes his head, eying where the arrow had landed-- although the next question seems chokes him a bit. ]

Uhh . . . I . . . [ his vision wanders from around him-- ahh. the answer being no, he probably shouldn't be. but the snow had distracted him! he didn't even notice, with his search for clean ground to continue his trail of snow eagles, and the hunt for the weirdest rock or ice or piece of bark or even bone. bone was the coolest find.

when his glance returns to the man, it's filled with innocence; ratonhnhaké:ton shifts in place. ]

I didn't see.

[lope]

[ bone was only the best kind of prize to bring back to a waiting pack of puppies children. it might even tide the whole lot over for an entire day. what wonders. ]

Do you know the way back?

[ he's really willing to bet the answer is 'no'. it wouldn't be unexpected.

carefully, connor edges closer, struggling only slightly in the deep drift he'd hidden himself in. ]

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[heloise]

[ Lucrezia chose red.

A stark red coat lined with ermine against the blinding whiteness of the snow. She has no intention of hiding, though she walks with the gait of someone with a certain destination, head held high. ]

[sonic_screams]

Oh. [Not that Sean cared much, but he did spare a glance down to confirm that yes, those were Erik's shoes, and yes he was probably going to get another lecture from Charles about borrowing other people's things without ask.] So they are! I guess I was just in a hurry to get out of the house and enjoy this snow.

It reminds me of our place in Ireland when I was little, all this snow on the ground and as far as you can see. [His grin was pure happiness as he looked around.]

What are you doing out here?

[whitewizardboy]

Sure, go on ahead. [He was pulling out the bagel pizzas out of the oven, setting them aside to let them cool for a few minutes. He also took a moment to look at the game they were playing.]

Do you want to go first in the game or should I?

4 - 5

[last_wolf]

"Didn't expect to find anyone this far out," Akira said, serving her a cup of hot tea, "You're lucky I was in this area. What the hell are you doing so far from other people?"

[castleworth]

[ Conviction yields to confusion, doubt of his recollections. His face softens, a thin smile waned. Long. It has been long. So very, very long and so wasteful. ]

Forgive me. I do not remember.

you suck at this

[necromancies]

[She glowers a little bit.] So you can stand there and laugh at me? [:V no way, pal]

[unbuyable_wish]

Then I suppose there's no shame in admitting I don't, either.

[Sie's lying. It's so far off that it's like a dream, but even that first time, something about him struck hir, and it's never quite gone away, whatever it is.]

Kazuma "Kazu" Mikura | Air Gear

[inline]

[[ Pardon the dust and rust! ]]

[castleworth]

[ He looks askance for a moment, almost in wonder to be so obliged. Ashura-ou's presence brings no ease, but no discomfort. Tension had made the weight of his armour lessen, but now that he has stilled, the heaviness returns.

Slowly, his hands move to unbind the straps holding his heavy chestplate, dismissing it to rest for warming by the fire. ]

It is the first man you kill whose name and face stay with your thoughts. The rest come. Go.

you are a god among mere mortals

[slushfund]

[ Hiruma did recall phoning him a couple of hours earlier, telling him that to play Texas Hold 'Em, you need two people and "fucking fatty, trying to play games with finesse, is like a bull in a china shop". ]

They say geniuses have messy living spaces. [ He banters for the sake of bantering, tipping his beer back easily, albeit more slowly than Musashi; he doesn't have that kind of tolerance with his thin frame. He snorts. ] Should I rub your feet and run you a hot bath to make up for it? [ The disgustingly sick tone would curl flower petals.

He's taken to circling him as he talks, like a wolf circling prey. But he does slow and stop at the corner of the table nearby, setting down his empty bottle, eyes flicking up to the lights. ] I just know those bastards cut corners on a generator -- we'll be living like the fucking Amish in no time. So wish granted, help me find candles, fucking old man.

[ He drums his fingers on the table, then reaches for two more beer, smirking as he places one by the kicker before moving for his sloppy kitchen. ] If you find 'em, I might do you that favour.

[unbuyable_wish]

[Ashura looks away, smile faltering briefly. Sie doesn't often allow hirself to linger on all that's been lost for their endless, pointless war--it would only hurt and do no good, when there's no stopping it. But sitting here with hir all-too-human enemy, it's hard to block the regret out completely.]

...What was his name?

[Perhaps sie knew him. It's a sobering thought. Sie has no doubt that sie's taken plenty of comrades from Yasha-ou's side, without so much as knowing their name, and even now sie regrets the grief sie's caused him more than their deaths.]

oooh, have we met before? *o* sorry, i'm terrible at remembering things-

[slushfund]

D-Damn it.

[ He can't stop his teeth from chattering at this point and he's beginning to think his whole body is ready to forgo shivering. That'd be a bad thing, but he trudges on. It's true his legs are fully prepared to break down, but his willpower is absurd; he won't give up so easily. ]

M-Make one, outta what? Fucking snow? There's nothing around -- if you wanna make an igloo, get to it, but I can't stop here. [ Or else he'll stop altogether. He would have a horribly difficult time starting again. ]

[shortstick]

[ it would have been a no if he hadn't thought about it for the few extra seconds he had taken to have something dawn on him: ]

I made markings!

[ twisting around and gesturing towards the trail of which he came, ( only it was farther behind than he thought ) there was an area of indented, rippled snow, agitated and spread apart compared to the smoothness and thickness of the white coats surrounding it-- right where ratonhnhaké:ton had dropped backwards to make his shapes. noticing he had not made one where the snow was too deep, the small bit of enthusiasm and children's pride drifts away, hands giving a disappointed shake against his sides.

all that's left is for the snow eagles to be covered, swell. just what was needed. ]

They're farther back, though . . .

[castleworth]

[ He does not owe Ashura-ou confession, and briefly, he wonders whether to not cull their intimacy while it is warm. He cannot afford.to think this princeling young.

But then, the night is long, and the work of his hand smoothing armour draws out. ]

A swordmaster. We both had blame. He thought a boy could not reach him, and the boy thought he could stay his sword better.

[barebacking]

I am not sure.

I am the guardian of the District of Precious Light, not the guardian of Soul Flame. I do think that little foulmouthed complainer was cute... if only because I could occasionally correct it with my words.

[barebacking]

I mean one that has a canopy... and silk sheets....

[unbuyable_wish]

[If he gave hir an answer to a personal question like that, sie owes him one in return. It's only fair. Sie looks into the crackling fire, pulling hir robe around hirself a little.]

...A knight. Better than I was then, with a sword.

[Fire magic and panic make an incredible last defense, though. When sie was young, sie could hardly control it, it just came out in desperate bursts when sie was afraid or hurt or distressed.]

omg excellent X(...........

[shortstick]

[ it was a bit more difficult to climb trees in the cold-- especially with stubby little five year old legs and short little five year old arms, bundled to protect from the cold. in general, at his age, it was hard to climb a majority of those trees. most of the branches were too far up for him to jump to, so he would need something to act as a boost to get going.

well, this tree, he was able to climb! and my, what views he got! it was a pine, and thankfully that thick foliage in numbers helped to shield him from harsh winds. it was like his own little secret house up here.

among the view, among the increasing snowfall, was the view of a shadow approaching. the shadow, after squinting and after he appears closer, takes the form of a man, a strange man-- one that has him watching, watching with intensity from behind the covered branches. like a hunter . . . just stay quiet and observe!

except, something has to go wrong, and that would be a wrong shift in footing that has ratonhnhaké:ton slip from the branch he sat on. he attempts to grab on to another-- but another too weak, as it immediately snaps and goes down with him. ]

Ah--!!

[ boom. malik. a boy that was watching you in the trees has fallen. he has fallen into the snow, and quite comically, might i add-- for there's now somewhat of a hole in the ground where the snow was at its deepest. owowow, that was cold. that was really, cold. ]

[last_wolf]

You know that I'm not big on luxury. Though if you just wanted sex, you don't have to be coy about it.

[hypercompetent]

Oof--

[He's always been a dog person, really--his best friend is Scott, hello--and even if said dog is actually a human-slash-hulking-wolf-with-lots-of-teeth, Stiles grins and grabs the back of his head, ruffling his fur and his ears with his hands.]

See, if you work on the unnecessary roughness, we could be a Norman Rockwell card right now.

\o\

[hypercompetent]

[Stiles' face breaks into a grin at the suggestion, and he rubs his hands together, hopping up and starting to look around for something to use as kindling that's not a family memory or something equally depressing.]

What's a little PTSD for the warmth of his "pack". He'll get over it.

[Plus, all the jerky moving is helping warm him up a little. Gathering together some broken wood and a couple pieces of not crispy upholstery, he drops them in an unceremonious pile and stares at it.]

....Matches. [Crap.]

[barebacking]

Saying it aloud makes it obscene. You really do have a lot to learn about that, Akira.