( 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

[angroyest]

I think you do.

[He may or may not have made a snowball and tossed it in her direction.]

[red_tea]

I... [ Oh wow, does that attitude remind her of someone on a bad day! She smiles politely nonetheless. She doesn't set down the basket of ingredients down just yet. This might be a bad idea but-- ] Would you like tea? That's all I have at the moment, Sir, but if you would let me stay here I'm sure I can find some other way to pay you back later.

[ She almost doesn't care at this point; she's freezing-- visibly so with teeth chattering and body shivering. She steals a longing glance at the fire. ]

[fuckingold]

[ Musashi hisses at the bite, but it's not really painful, not as such. Walking away from even an everyday encounter with Hiruma without a scratch was asking for a miracle; here he seems to be really cutting loose. Which can only be good for him, Musashi thinks.

If his laugh's a little breathless as their clothes go flying to the floor, he's sure Hiruma will be understanding. Otherwise he can just point out the flush on the quarterback's cheeks, or way he twitches just so whenever Musashi moves, or even the hunger that gnaws from his pointy, devilish mouth. Besides, breathlessness is easily covered. All he has to do is keep his own mouth busy, raising blushing spots over Hiruma's neck and chest like he's doing this for a living.

The further they get into this, the less he cares about consequences, or whether he really wanted this in the beginning. There's enough reason to continue in their muted gasps and shuddering skin; there's an urge and a way to fulfil it. And he'd be lying if it wasn't intriguing to see this side of Hiruma. Despite his bombastic and overbearing personality, he keeps his own self pretty on the down-low. Seeing a few walls come down - however temporarily - is a turn-on in and of itself.

He growls something wordless as Hiruma presses flush against him. Calloused hands gripping tightly at the quarterback's backside and Musashi grinds up into him, head falling back in futile search of air, hearts skipping and jumping in time. The playback from the laptop's died, but he'd stopped hearing it anyway. Typically, Hiruma sasses something at him, and Musashi can't help a grin, ravenous and smoking around the edges. ]

Somehow I don't think that's going to be a problem.

[liquidate]

[ Suigetsu's expression doesn't falter; his eyes simply crease contentedly. ]

Ahhh, but Sasuke, you like knives -- you wanna see the variety there too~

[eyeforaneye]

[ Suigetsu's long torso has never bothered him until this moment. More accurately he'd never had cause to notice it in the first place, though as it is it's difficult for him not to end up with some part of his face pressed into the other's shoulder or collar.

Ah, well. Suigetsu's right. At least it's warmer. ]

And how much of your shit am I going to end up paying for?

[badpenny]

He yelps, because it does take him somewhat by surprise, and then he laughs, sprawled on the ground next to her. "Oh, very well, then. Well played, well played."

[imhome]

[ She chuckles in response, stepping back into the kitchen. ]

Go ahead. I'm not hungry. [ Glad to see him eating, she starts to search through cabinets. ]

I can heat up the bottled water, if you'd like something warm to drink. And maybe I can find packets of tea or hot cocoa here.

[errandry]

NOT LIKE YOU'VE GOT A TON OF OTHER OPTIONS.

[moonpowers]

[ She squeals and tries running from it but ends up getting hit in the back of the head. Snow always felt so cold when it went down the neck. ]

[ She squeaks and tries getting the snow out. ]

Re: Fine~ \o/

[freshmanleader]

I didn't do anything! I just showed up! [Mao is obviously quite emphatic about this.] It was those stupid humans' choice to just pack up and leave! I mean, I didn't even steal any shoes this time! I could understand if I'd made off with some shoes, but I haven't! It's not fair!

[didyoumeanbane]

[He should step away from this. He should give her a reprimand, take away her breakfast privileges, and hand her a broom to sweep all of it gone.]

...[Cue one tomato-faced Archer, so red enough that he'd blend with his clothes.]

Oh, you want to play it that way, huh? Well, then.

[AW, FUDGE IT. INCOMING SNOWBALL AT 2 O'CLOCK.]

Peony | Tales of the Abyss

[dedicatednoless]

[wears_skirts]

Laughing breathlessly, Amy turned to her side a bit before pushing snow up onto the side of his face. "Gotcha."

5! Stage v

[taintedwhite]

[The door of the shelter opens rather abruptly letting in someone wearing a stange leather mask and a long red worn out cape. Freezing wind and snow rush furiously inside of the room before the newcomer leans against the door, effortlessly closing it despite the strength of the storm.]

[slushfund]

[ God, he was peppered with welts. But Hiruma's superpower might actually have been his inability to care when his actions held negative consequences.

When things went belly-up on him, when others tried their hand at manipulating him -- weren't those pinnacle moments of his life? Every time that stubbled chin brushed him, it sent a pleasant shiver up his back; how could he ever insult these engaging sensations by acting concerned with the talk that'd follow? Musashi certainly knew how to conduct himself, Hiruma could grudgingly admit this, scaling the first step of a five-step program.

Hell yes, he was embarrassed, but he would never be fucking ashamed of spending this intimate time with his kicker.

The creeping coldness of the room doesn't even register; there's something much hotter and far more pressing to concern himself with and it's how the fuck he can get closer. Strong hips angling against his, Hiruma eyes shut tightly, letting his already abused bottom lip roll between his teeth as his rear is squeezed through thigh-hugging pants. A particularly colourful expletive describes exactly the thing he's been missing out on; mile long legs crossing behind that chair, he traps them together -- he wouldn't be excluded from the fun anymore.

Musashi's disarming smile -- he wants to taste it, but Hiruma settles for a ghosting brush between mouths as he mutters huskily over his face. ] Seeing is believing, isn't it.

[ There's a grounding tug at that belt; the metal buckle clinks, leather creaking as it's pulled taut, the latch jumping free. Being adept in the art of multitasking, hooded eyes are directed to Musashi's, pupils blown as -- in a tantalizingly slow gesture -- Hiruma rocks his hips, rubbing down against him, searing exhale little more than a deeply appreciative groan.

It's quiet, but it's there, even as that zipper's nudged down and a brave palm tucks between the denim and those sensible boxer briefs he'll assume Musashi purchases. ]

[trademark_skull]

[Wow, that was not the reaction he thought would happen. Not he feels a little bad for him.] H-hey...

Well this is.. a normal reaction, a healthy one actually. There's no need to be so upset...

4, Stage iii

[taintedwhite]

[Shiro is sitting on the windowsill watching the snow fall with the happiest smile on her face. She can't wait to go back outside and play in the snow again. But if she's agreed to come inside, it's because a certain Mockingbird lured her inside with the promise of a very tempting treat. She looks at him over her shoulder.]

Is hot cocoa ready yet?

v-2 let's do this thing

[positivelycharged]

[The snow's coming down harder than Florian's ever seen before. He might have been excited if he were safe and warm back in Daath, but no, it's pretty freezing cold out here. He shivers despite the layers of clothes, and attempts to get closer to his royal companion.

...Does it even snow in Daath? Maybe he can distract himself with that thought until things get warmer.]

[cyphers]

I do not suppose you would be kind enough to show me them?

[hasstandards]

... Why?

[cyphers]

I am curious to see what a bushman knits.

[hasstandards]

I don't knit. That's a woman's hobby.

[sponsorigami]

[Ivan jumps a little at the voice. He didn't think anyone else was around.]

Oh, Mr. Tiger, you're still here?

[runrightround]

[Yeah, sure.

Wait. Yell and punch? WAY TO OVERREACT.]

...

Wouldn't a snowstorm from hell be less cold?

[It's all fire and brimstone down there, isn't it? And don't blame Julie, she's trying her best.]

[cyphers]

Come now bushman, we both know that's not true.