( 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]

[God, Wally!!!

HE WILL CATCH YOU, SOMEHOW. SOMEHOW. X(]

I don't!

[Haha. That was pretty great. Roy got you so good, didn't he? Hahahahaha--NO, WAIT. THAT'S NOT THE POINT.]

[earnedmystripes]

[You are a strange-looking dude, Break. However, you are also the only trace of civilization for likely miles, and thus Kotetsu does approach, hoping the man might have a cellphone he could borrow or at least directions to the nearest pay phone, and tries to think of a good way to break the ice (har har).]

...You should try catching them on your tongue. I used to do that all the time when I was a kid.

[...He still does sometimes. Some things are timeless, okay.]

[oforder]

I am afraid that I cannot discuss that now.

[ Or he'll create a time paradox, which is something he's already risking just by saving her now. But his hand was forced. Something threw the Compass off, and only he was able to intervene in time. ]

Suffice it to say that she will go on to become integral in preserving humanity.

All good, I think we've all done that at some point or another...

[badpenny]

"Yes. That's all I'm sure about, but I am sure of that much," the Doctor noted firmly. He could speak and understand many languages, like Baby and Cat, but French still gave him trouble for some reason. "Right now you just look chilly, Pond." He smiled a little more broadly and, teasingly, ruffled the top of her head. "So, where to after we warm up, then?"

[angroyest]

[BULLSEYE. Though, in actuality, he didn't mean to hit her on her head.

Trying not to laugh, he walks up behind her and helps her get the snow out.]

Er...that was an accident, so you know.

[ohhdeer]

[ despite himself, he finds he's smiling brightly, amused and charmed by the older man's pleasure at the snow. it's a little like seeing it for the first time again.

he reaches up, slender gloved hands smoothing soysauce's hair back from his face, smile softening as he does so. ]

I imagine you didn't quite think of it being so terribly cold and wet, either. I'm glad you like it, though. [ he glances back out in it, tipping his head back to watch it fall. ] My mother and I used to make snow-angels and snowmen.

[ a pause, then he laughs slightly, shifting from foot to foot. ] --You must be freezing in that jacket, though. Ah.. [ a slightly uncertain pause, then he unwinds his scarf, looping it instead around the older man's throat and tucking it into his coat fussily. ] There. That should help.

[wears_skirts]

Nose wrinkling when he mussed up her hair, though it got a laugh out of her. Their relationship was definitely one of a kind. "Hmm..." Amy sounded thoughtfully. "I wouldn't mind a part two to the snowball fight."

[thewildflower]

Hmm...is that so? I don't know much about your family, but it wasn't about acting out with me. I just wanted to help them until I figure out what I want to do next.

[wolfs]

[He shivers, but it has nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with her lips moving against his skin] You're doing that on purpose. [Duh, Derek]

[adversary]

[ Ah. That unmistakable voice proves all of her suspicions — only Sherlock Holmes. She has to admit the sight is unusual, even for him. She observes the chalk and the open books, unable to decipher what game he's playing this time. However, while maternal is not a word she would use to describe herself, the length of time he's spent camping out in the cold like this (the layers of snow and lack of footprints indicate just how long) is mildly alarming. The line between genius and insanity seems to be growing thinner.

Despite it all, she looks puzzled, eyebrows set high and lips poised into a contemplative pout. She brings herself closer, seeming to ignore his restrictions, but stops her feet just shy of six feet. If anything, it might set his teeth on edge. Maybe shake that cloudy look from his eyes. ]

So, I imagine this couldn't be done inside of Baker Street. Hm? [ a pause. ] Or is this how you've taken to the good doctor's marriage?

[moontothetide]

[Tara bites her lip, looking doubtful. For a moment, she even entertains the idea of putting her foot down, insisting that she be allowed to wait in the TARDIS while the Doctor figures out where they are, or until he takes her to where they'd planned to go.

And then she realizes that, if she did, she'd always wonder...]

...c-can I at least get a jacket? Or, um, can you tell me where to find a jacket? I mean... [She unwraps one arm from around herself to gesture at the snow around them, offering him a wan smile as she actually attempts some humor.] ...I-I don't know how it is for aliens, but it's kind of cold here to me.

[whataprettyname]

Yeep! [Chihiro is left unable to duck back down in time - the snowball "paffs" against the side of her head, making her shriek with the cold as it settles in her hair to melt and drip down her shirt.

But then, as the shock fades, she laughs a little wildly.] Good throw! Here! [Another snowball, aimed at the hat.] Why don't you take off your hat? It's really sticking up!

[afterthemoon]

Well, that depends on what the nature of the snowstorm is.

Re: Artemis Crock | Young Justice

[crockblocking]

[Hey, Artemis probably has never played Uno, so maybe she wouldn't know if it was a board game or not.]

Here's hoping the storm doesn't go on for too long, then.

[slushfund]

[ Muscle twitching under his skin, goosebumps raised by the coupled sensation of rough facial hair and gentle lips, Hiruma can't just ignore it so simply; his head tips back, slender neck bared, so he can exhale shakily, heavy-lidded eyes bleary as he tries to focus on the dead light fixture.

His teeth clench at the change of pace -- fuck, the abuse to his chest and the already purpled bruise that mottled his ribs where Musashi jabbed him earlier is excruciatingly satisfying, sending sparks through his veins as he's touched so freely. So willingly. Takekura Gen, you bastard, how would he throw himself together properly after it's all over?

The man was so simple; so clear that it made him one of the most infuriatingly puzzling minds of them all. Would this become ritualistic? Did he want it to be?

His hand has stilled on Musashi's pulsing length, palm slick with humidity, but his thumb finally rub up the prominent vein, releasing it from the confines of those pants. It's his first decent look and Hiruma truly tries his best not to scowl openly. He'd always known this would match his friend's stocky build, what a prick. Literally. How the fuck would... he holds that thought and forces himself into the present, soon encouraged to complete his task by the shallow thrusts of his victim's hips. So impatient -- the racy look he gives him explains what he's thinking well enough. They had all night long.

At least Hiruma knew this part well. If there was something particular he liked when it came to himself, he applies it in this situation; a little backwards, but it's effective enough. That much he hopes as he threads a couple of fingers with Musashi's now that there's more space available for them to work with, pushing the head of that cock through the small space their hands allow. He can only offer a strained, thin smirk that's bordering on irritation when the kicker rubs at his hip, making a new fire burn in his gut.

If he didn't get his pants off soon, Hiruma would be less than pleasant to deal with. So his free hand is helping out, popping that button open, parting the teeth of the zipper; they would be a fucking chore to wrestle off of him, they weren't particularly spacious. He can feel the tiny tremors in Musashi's strong legs beneath him; it makes him huff over the top of the other's head, pressing his nose into that mohawk. ]

Fucking touch me. [ Hiruma orders hypocritically. It's a miracle Musashi isn't looking; his expression looks like he's been thoroughly harassed. ]

[guarder]

N-Never; there i-isn't an incentive.

[the answer comes a little too quickly. of course he doesn't regret that, it's something of a necessity that he never dwells too long on past... occurrences; namely, death with him playing the role of the reaper. his expression might slip for a fraction of a second, composure jeopardized as a result of the cold. besides, he can still trick himself into thinking hiruma deserved it.

which he did! obviously.

he startles at the sudden contact: mission accomplished.]

I-I don't plan to. [should he say 'thank you' again? hiruma doesn't strike him as the type to particularly appreciate the repetition of niceties, so he refrains. he'd keep those in check along with his apologies, if he could help it.]

[slushfund]

[ Mmmhm.

Hiruma watches him out of the corner of his eye; he likely caught that little flicker of expression, but it's not brought up -- half of him didn't particularly want to know if Robert was sorry or not, the other half is always curious.

Not enough to press the matter. He is alive. That's good enough right now. He can't be assed to lecture Robert as so many did about morals when it was quite clear his own were shaky. It'd make him one hell of a hypocrite. ] Ah, that's too fucking bad, really. N-Never an eye left unopened?

[ Really, to him, Robert's a perfect challenge. ] I'll find out -- sooner or later -- what makes you tick.

[hypercompetent]

[It doesn't take too much-it would take more, maybe, but he wasn't exactly fighting it. With the push, he falls unceremoniously backwards, holding up his hands in the universal gesture of "I surrender:"]

Ow. I thought you liked your scratchies.

[Its sarcastic, but really, what else is new. There's a vague want to get up, but it's quelled by the cold; there's something about laying in the cold snow that just takes away your will to move around. Even for Stiles, which is downright surprising.]

[triskeles]

[ Practically doing the closest thing to rolling his eyes again, he moves to stand over Stiles, paw on his chest to hold him there, and lowers his head to sniff and nose around at his chest, shoulders, and neck. He doesn't even pretend that he's not scenting the human, or even marking when he ups the nosing to pressing his face against the junction of his shoulder and neck.

Not that he wouldn't already smell overwhelmingly like pack (and Derek) after wrestling around, but the fact he can actually scent Stiles in the process from this position is part of why he does it this way. ]

[kissmydamask]

That's because it's true. Who says it has to be my fault if I show up just in time for things to go bad?

[Or missing. Or worse. Shhh, Elika, you know exactly how these things go.]

Wreck-It Ralph | Wreck-It Ralph

[wreckingduty]

oops sorry bout the html fail up there I was on my phone 8(

[hypercompetent]

[At this point, he barely even reacts to the scenting. It's incredibly weird. It's on a whole other level of weird and he lets Derek know that on a day to day basis.

But he doesn't push him off. Instead, he just stares up at the snow falling onto his face, wrinkling his nose when his nose happens to brush against any bared skin. The scenting is practically comforting, which is a little disturbing. He's becoming one of them without ever even getting the bite. Damn it.]

Oh my god, dude, that thing is freezing, it's a lethal weapon--oh wait, wait, that's good, wait. [But he's a big, hulking wolf and he's really warm, so he claps a hand around to rest on the back of Derek's head, holding his head there and turning his cheek a little, pressing into him.

...kay, maybe he's a little more than used to it. Shut up.]

shhhh happens to me every time I'm on my phone. X|

[triskeles]

[ A faint huff is the only sound that he makes in response to the complaining, close to a chuckle in tone before he shifts around. The snow beneath Stiles is cold, but that doesn't mean that he can't be warmed. Carefully maneuvering his bulk, Derek settles to practically lay on the teen under him, tail flopping over his shins as he tries to distribute himself evenly so as not to squish him anywhere. If he's going to take the time to cover Stiles in the smell of pack, he's going to keep him warm in the process.

All the while, though, he keeps his face close to Stiles' neck, even if he shifts to tuck his muzzle under his chin. There's a moment where he's a bit of an ass, he realizes, brushing his nose into Stiles' jaw before he gets comfortable.

He knows he'll get an earful about the scenting soon enough, but he enjoys the moment for what it is while he still can. And it's not like Stiles' "complaints" ever stop him from doing that, anyways. ]

[sponsorigami]

[He brings the top of his jacket closer to his neck, trying to keep a little warmer.]

Isn't that yours though? I couldn't...

[sponsorigami]

If they get a little wet, we can dry them by the fire.

[Which has been started. He holds his hands out near the flames to get the chill off them. Ivan looks over his shoulder.]

Do you want some help?