setting The Scene meme

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setting The Scene meme



Are you tired of looking at an endless sea of blank top levels? The waters of those left unanswered vast and deep... it can be intimidating to tag out sometimes. Well my friends it is now time to take control of your own destiny.

♥ Post your character! Name, series, and prefs in the subject.

♥ DON'T LEAVE YOUR COMMENT BLANK.

♥ In your comment write a starter or two for your character. It can be anything. It can be long, it can be a single sentence.  Have them going about their daily business as they usually would in canon. Set up that perfect coffee shop AU we all dream of, write a 2am Twitter shit post, use a prompt from a previous meme. Sky is the limit!

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Nero | Devil May Cry | ota

[maximumbet]

one - on the job

[ Nero checks with weaponry. He's fastidious about his tools of the trade. He takes excellent care of his sword Red Queen, and revolver Blue Rose. But it's always good to make sure everything's in order before heading to work. ]

You ready?

[ He glances over at his partner for this particular job. The house they were about to enter apparently had a small infestation of minor demons. Nothing too crazy. It's gonna be an easy job and easy money. Hopefully, what could go wrong? ]

two - coffee shop not quite AU

[ Once or twice a year demon outbreaks became far less frequent. Like they all just collectively decided to go on vacation or something. Which, you know, was a good thing for the general populace. But when you were a demon hunter by trade... well the dry spell meant you weren't making any money.

Which is why Nero applied for a part time job in a quaint little coffee shop. Half for the extra money, half to stave off some of the boredom the quiet season always brought. Plus he was a coffee addict. It was perfect.

Unfortunately, it's been a ridiculously slow afternoon. He groans and leans against the counter after readjusting his stupid apron for the twelfth time. This was turning out to not be nearly as interesting as he thought after the morning rush was over. ]

Loki | MCU | OTA

[cuttingremark]

[Chance Meeting]

[Loki is sitting at the bar, oddly not cloaked as he normally is. The bartender either doesn't know who he is or doesn't care. The god sits on his own at the end near the wall, nursing a shockingly green cocktail in a martini glass with a strawberry garnish.]

[Oops! New Life Debt!]

[Loki lays on the floor, breaths coming in gasps]

You- [He pushes himself into a sitting position, staring at your wide eyed] you saved me.

[Eyebrows knit together]

Why?

Oops!

[ruinedsky]

[Sylvain watches the attacker fall, spinning his spear around behind himself for safety. He turns, slowly, to the man on the floor, and holds out his hand, palm-up, as an offering.]

You could call it chivalry if you like.

[He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes.]

[cuttingremark]

[Rather than taking the hand Loki stumbles to his feet under his own power. The magebane the weapons had been tipped in causes his head to swim, making his grab a nearby wall or risk ending up on the ground again.]

Chivalry? [He gives a harsh laugh] What are you, some kind of hero?

[Oops! New Life Debt!]

[starkingenuity]

It's a good question. Tony has had a lot of good questions lately, though there's no one around even remotely capable of answering them. The faceplate on the Iron Man armor dissolves away and the man inside of the burnt and scarred suit shrugs in a way that actually translates to the metal he's wearing.

"Not going to make a habit of it," he promises. "But I haven't seen another living thing in weeks. And Thor always liked you. Kind of."

[cuttingremark]

Stark is the last person in the universe he thought would 1) be here and also 2) save him. Of the two the first is more puzzling than the second. Stark is a hero, heros save people, even people they probably shouldn't. No, the first is the truly confusing bit. The last thing he remembered was falling. Rapidly falling. At some point he hit water and the falling became sinking. So really the question is where is here.

He coughs, spitting a bit of water onto the sand beside him.

"Where are we?"

Starscream | Transformers G1 | ota

[ogbackstabber]

a new pet

[ Humans were honestly a waste of space for the most part. Starscream couldn't help but find them oddly fascinating from time to time. Like looking at a bug or parasite or something. That's probably why he'd just decided to pick one up one day and bring it back to the Decepticon ship.

He treated it well enough. Gave it a nice little glass terrarium the size of an average human bedroom on a countertop in the corner of his lab. He made sure to feed it and provide it with clothes to cover it's delicate flesh body as well as things to keep it entertained. ]

Good morning fleshling.

[ He taps on the glass. ]

[reorienting]

[It had been quite a pain to have his own ship totaled, and his very self put into, well... this. Glenn hasn't tried using his powers to break out yet, morbidly curious as to the creature attempting to care for him. The surroundings are interesting enough, if suitably scaled up to suit the rather huge robotic being in the room.

[At least whatever the person-thing was feeding him was satisfying enough to his less-human dietary needs.]

...Yes. Good morning.

[Glenn himself is not exactly "prime" human material - his self-expression is limited to a few Earth-centric interests, on top of his speech being timed to metronome-like pacing. As it is, he looks up from fiddling on his phone, pockets it, and then stands up.]

Are you finished housing me in this box? This is even smaller than my home on Earth. I would rather not continue to be housed in something so insufficient to my needs. You risk causing mental harm that may be permanent in this if this is to occur long-term.

[As if being a captive out of freak random happenstance is par for the course, Glenn's gaze is calm, his whole body language relaxed as he attempts to school the much larger being.]

Hope you don't mind a little humor

[unmarkedman]

[ Admittedly, this might not even be the strangest thing that has ever happened to him. But it's up there. Had Dean been better prepared, he could have avoided capture, or at the least, had the needed tools to plot an escape attempt. But he hadn't been, and now, here he was.

Initially he had kept quiet, trying to figure his metallic captor out - primarily his intentions. That became clear fairly quickly. He hadn't been captured for some nefarious plot or anything. Nope. The intention was to make him a pet!

His protests had all been ignored, and thus far a way out eluded him.

The clothes options he'd been provided were... interesting. There was a a huge fur coat, a pair of speedos, a hospital gown, a bra, a pair of knee-high boots, a nun's robe, and a mechanic jumpsuit. Dean went with the jumpsuit.

As bad as the clothing options were, the entertainment choices weren't any better. There was a deflated hot air balloon, a random piece of artwork - a large painting of some long dead lady, a decent sized cactus, and a basketball hoop (just the top, no pole, and no ball to go with it).

Dean had slept in worse places before, but he went ahead and made a hammock of sorts from the balloon, using the balloon basket and the cactus to hold it up. Given there wasn't much to do, he slept a lot. He was sleeping when the glass was tapped. ]

What do you want Iron Giant?

Dia Starfall | Star Wars OC | F/M, 21+ for shipping or smut, ota otherwise

[pathfromdarknesstogrey]

[ Jungle Job ]

The worst part isn't the rain. It's the raw humidity that goes with it. It's one of those humid jungles. It's also been three, maybe four days (locally). The contract says this unscrupulous pirate is ... somewhere nearby. The trick is finding him and his base. Dia doesn't let her frustration show, although it's below the surface. Waiting to be unleashed, as she trudges through the jungle.

[ Problems on the Run ]

One issue with not being strictly, y'know. Funded by the bosses you've abandoned is probably obvious: Ship repairs.

But when rumors of an abandoned ship full of Imperial technology come around, Dia's definitely there as quickly as she can possibly be.

But it's also been here a while. Life support's down and she has to wear a breather mask and suit.

It's also likely she's not the only one who had this idea. And who knows what could be roaming the corridors at this point?

Sorry about the double post. I thought I’d selected this account. Chrome/DW have jokes.

[differentrationality]

Dia’ndria is definitely not the only person to have the same idea. Actually, scavenging from the Harrower had been Andronikos’ suggestion when he’d heard about the wreck. It’s not like Darhaim can safely get parts to repair her own ship with Darth Thanatos breathing death threats toward everyone associated with her.

She has to admit, though, that the other presence on the abandoned ship is unexpected. Her hand drifts toward her lightsaber but she waits to draw it until she knows who she’s stumbled across and what they want.

“Who’s there?”

[pathfromdarknesstogrey]

Dia, meanwhile, had stumbled across it by accident on a trip to one of her earlier missions, one of the odd mercenary jobs she'd taken to make ends meet since she's left the Empire and been branded the 'Sith Exile' by most of the wanted posters listing her worth if captured alive.

Truthfully, though, she's in a similar state. Cut off from the Empire, her master's new apprentice chasing her across the galaxy, and cut off from whatever accounts she might've had, ship maintenance is...

...difficult.

"That depends," comes Dia's response, from some distance away, her own hand at her own lightsaber, but waiting. If there's no need for a fight, she'd prefer to avoid one if at all possible. "Are you here to kill me?"

If it was anyone here to track her down and kill her, she figured they're recognize her voice, since her breather mask makes her face difficult to see.

Field Team Leader | Monster Hunter World | ota

[fieldteamleader]

[ Monster Hunting ]

It was a warm afternoon in the Ancient Forest but this high up in the trees the sunlight came through in beams. As he walked among the giant tree roots a cloud of bright blue bugs drifted a few feet ahead of him. Somewhere in this seemingly peaceful, seemingly boring forest lurked an Elder Dragon.

He had seen a few tracks, delicate front paws and branches snapped in half from strong finds, but no conformation yet. It was likely Kushala Daora, a dangerous, sleek Elder Dragon that could control the wind itself.

As he pushed aside a large overhang of vines he watched the scout flies in front of him go from bright blue to angry red then they rushed back to the cage on his hip. He signaled the hunter behind him to stop. A second later the silvery-bronze form of Kushala walked from behind a tree, winds stirring the plants around him.

He grinned at his fellow hunter. “You ready for this?”

—

[ Slow Morning ]

It was the sounds of his house keeper bringing in breakfast that stirred him from sleep. He listened with his eyes closed to the sounds of plates, bowls, and tankards getting set up. The smell of food wafted over a few seconds later and he grinned to himself. It smelled like Seliana’s head cook, Grammeowster Chef, had whipped up some fresh pastries and fried up some sort of smoked meat. It smelled very good.

He sat up in bed, furs pooling around his waist. “Go get breakfast for yourself,” he said to his house keeper as he stretched his arms over his head. “This looks great, thank you.”

The palico thanked him and then went rushing up the stairs. A few seconds later he heard the door close. They were alone again. He looked over at the lump probably still asleep with a fond little smile. He reached over and rubbed a hand over the shape under the furs. “Come on, breakfast will get cold.”

He got out of bed, grabbed a pair of breeches from the near by cabinet and went to the large table in the center of the room. It was a huge spread, meant to feed the appetite of a hunter who could eat more than any other person around the growing city. There were two big plates of sausage, fresh bread, oatmeal, and fruit pies. There was a delicate china tea pot but also a big pitcher of ale. His stomach rumbled as he stood over the food.

He looked over at the bed and shook his head in fond amusement.

[myfayevalentine]

This shape under the furs stretched gently when it was rubbed. She made the soft morning moan of a woman who had enjoyed a long and comfortable sleep, and who really could stay there in bed all day, even if breakfast did smell amazing. Only once she was left alone in the bed did she really stir, arms eventually moving out from under the furs.

It was with some effort that Faye finally sat up, gathering one of the furs to be a loose but warm covering around her body as she slipped out of bed. Faye was able to look a little more awake at the sight of the food, and she padded over to where he sat, greeting him with a soft kiss to jaw before taking a seat herself. "Mmm...plenty of food to get that energy back." It was true they would need it, but Faye gave him a knowing look as she set about pouring herself a cup of tea.

[fieldteamleader]

Faye looked pretty good in the fur she's chosen. He smiled brightly at her as she joined him at the type and pushed a plate of pastries towards her. "What? You've got plans for me already?"

There was no real way of telling how long they'd have this morning but it should at least be a few hours before anyone came looking for their trusty leader. Besides, everyone knew their roles and was competent. They might eve be able to handle assignments without him.

He hoped they would. He could just see the top of Faye's breasts peeking from the blanket and they looked a lot better than the fresh baked rolls on the table in his opinion. A hunter did need food though. He grabbed one of the skewers and bit off a huge chunk of meat. "I'll try not to eat it all myself."

Sherlock Holmes | Sherlock BBC

[desecrated]

[Immortals, post-apocalyptic Victorian setting?]

A yellow fog swirls past the window-pane
As night descends upon this fabled street:
A lonely hansom splashes through the rain,
The ghostly gas lamps fail at twenty feet.
Here, though the world explode, these two survive,
And it is always eighteen ninety-five.

It did look deserted and slightly burned out in places and there are less cases these days. London is half-abandoned, remaining only the resilient and few that dared to stay.

The cabs still ran, what few there were left. It was odd how the city was cold.

Insector Haga / YuGiOh / OTA

[spoiledbugboy]

(( ooc: open for both negative and positive developing CR ))

[Scenario A - That Weird Kid at School]

As it would be expected, Haga wasn't exactly popular at school. It usually didn't bother him. Except when it did, which would happen maybe once or twice a week. Most of the time he just tried to tell himself he was better than everyone and that no one was worth his attention, and that would be enough to get him through a school day without bumps in the way.

Today though was one of those bad days.

When the bell rang for recess, he quickly picked up his lunch box and darted off to his usual lunch spot: the very top of the building's stairs, very close to the door that opened up to the school's roof. He tried eating on the roof itself before, but didn't like it. The space there was far too open. The stairs were smaller, darker and kinda cozier. And while there no one bothered him since everyone was to busy eating and hanging out in the school grounds.

No one bothered him until today, when he heard steps going up the stairs and approaching him. He tried to keep his cool and stay in the darkest corner he could find, not daring to look up to whoever was coming his way.

What would they say if they noticed the clear tracks of tears on his face?


[Scenario B - Idol Fever]

For as long as Haga can remember, he always loved the idol group Candy Unlimited, with his favorite member being Matsuno Yu. He just loved her energy and her incredibly cute and expressive personality, and when he heard she was getting her first solo debut album, needless to say he went bonkers.

When the day of the release arrived, Haga was on the long line of eager fans waiting for a chance to snag a copy of it earlier than everyone else.

The moment the doors to the store opened the fans flooded it in a second, all focused on one objective and one objective only.

Due to his size Haga was easily outrun by most of the other fans, but then, hope: he spots a copy of the album lying in a corner. He's sure no one is seeing it in the middle of the fuzz. But, much to his chagrin, before he can reach for it, someone snatches it up. And that sends Haga's blood boiling immediately.

"Give that back to me!!! That was mine!! I had it!!" He calls the person out very loudly, trying to cut through the noise of the crowd around him.

Ganymede | Greek mythology

[eagleswept]

Park romp
"Excuse me?" Ganymede flashes a quick, easy smile, but, considering how late it is, stops a couple steps away. "You really shouldn't go that way through the park, there's a bunch of rowdy... and naked, guys over there."

More like drunk and naked satyrs, but most people aren't going to believe that explanation, so he's eliding the truth a little. It's worked pretty well so far, despite that the sounds of them can't be heard from over here, even if they're relatively close by.

"Can you walk another way?"


Weddings are absolutely fun
Weddings seem much the like, regardless of if the participants are gods or mortals, and they're equally as loved, too. Which means Ganymede's been busy, but, with a moment to spare finally, he's found a corner to lean in, letting the music wash over him. Usually he would find a spot behind Zeus, and he will, later. Right now, this is perfect.

Which of course means someone has to come disturb him. Opening his eyes, Ganymede looks up, hip at an angle to make the jug he's holding against it tilt out, seemingly precarious but spilling nothing.

"If you want a full cup, I'm going to have to fill my jug up first, or was there something else?" He cocks his head, curls sliding off one shoulder.


texting silliness
[Text sent with an image of one of the many, many depictions of Zeus as an eagle, abducting the hapless prince of Troy.]

What do you think?

Alucard | Castlevania

[cryptsleeper]

A: Castle doors
[In theory, the castle should not work. It is so very tall, it's spires jutting out at every angle with seemingly no supports underneath. Yet it stands. It has stood for centuries, and is most certaintly a place whose aura demands that the thing be looked upon, then run away from.

Yet at the entrance of the castle is a single man. Tall. Blonde. Pale in a way that could be from noble blood or an actual medical condition, depending on one's point of view. And all he is doing at the moment is attending to flowers that are planted at the foot of the stairs to the castle's doors. Cheery purple flowers, with--]

Damned weeds. They multiple the minute I look away.

B - Monster fight

Move!

[Alucard's true skill is in combat. That has always been so. Which means at the apperance of a great hulking chimera (a vision the Etruscans once immortalized in bronze, the head of a lion, a serpent for a tail, a goat's head for the sake of it), there is nothing else he can do but act.

The chimera has a lion's roar, and Alucard advances on it with alarming swiftness.]

Castle Doors

[madotsuki]

[To be honest, the castle, what with its creepy atmosphere and the sense it could collapse at any moment, is fairly tame in Madotsuki’s eyes. When compared to some of the places in her dreams, it actually comes off as inviting, believe it or not. So when she sees someone presumably in need in front of it? It doesn’t take long for her to step forward.]

Um, excuse me, but… Do you, need any help…?

[cryptsleeper]

Hm?

[Alucard picks up his head,turning it to face the speaker. Most who come through this way tend to be far more aggressive, and so...well. It's a surprise to put it mildly.

It doesn't register how strange it must look, to be grooming the gardens of a terrifying structure. ]

Oh. No, thank you. The root system is likely to struggle more with two people trying to tame it rather than one.

esther moreau / original / ota

[57times]

( happy to go with prose or brackets for any prompt! )

1. The sort-of great outdoors: [ You know who cares about the fact that it's fucking freezing? Esther. You know who doesn't? The energetic Doberman she's currently playing fetch with in the park. ]

2. Obligatory coffee shop prompt: [ Judging by the queue she'd narrowly missed, Esther was lucky to get a window seat when she did. And while she wasn't waiting for anyone to join her, she was hoping that the seat across from her would remain empty for the time being. She'd had a rough night and so far a worse day; all she wanted was to be left her her literal corner and lose herself in her book for a while until the rain outside died down. ]

3. Texting: Are you almost here?

4. Violin: "It's not entirely finished and it still needs work, so if you laugh I'll be forced to beat you with this very instrument, possibly to death, depending on the tone and volume of said laughter."

'It' being a piece she had been working on, and despite herself, she was nervous about actually playing in front of someone. Not because she doubted her skill, (with years of diligent practice under her belt, this was a skill she knew had honed and had poured countless hours into) but rather because it had been a long time since she had played with anyone watching.

4!!!

[gadaboutdetective]

“I’m not entirely sure I can picture a scenario in which I laugh at your music, Esther. Even if you intended for it to be comical, I’ve been informed that my ability to detect humour is broken compared to the rest of my detecting abilities.” Llewellyn was perched on the arm of her sofa, a coffee mug clasped between his hands. His expression was curious, brows raised slightly as he eyed the violin with interest.

“Honestly, it would be a shame if you beat me to death with the violin. Not only would you have to hide my awkwardly proportioned body, but you’d also probably ruin a rather nice instrument in the process. Hardly worth the risk, I’d say.” He added with a little grin and a sip of his drink.

He had wondered for quite some time if he’d ever get to hear her play. Llewellyn had never known anyone to be musically inclined before, aside from possibly his mother. But those memories were fleeting, and he was sure that they weren’t necessarily a measure of talent given how foggy they were. At any rate, he did enjoy listening to music during quiet evenings to wind down his nerves or try to improve focus when working something out, and now he was very eager to hear his friend.

Her written sheet music folder was quite sizable from what he’d seen when looking around, and yet he’d never once had the chance to hear any of it.

Llewellyn Watts | Murdoch Mysteries | OTA

[gadaboutdetective]

1. [News/Celebration]: “Oh-uh... That’s what I wanted to say. It’s not detective, anymore.” He responded quickly, words tumbling out in an awkward rush.

It was a bit hard to read his expression for a moment as he caught up with himself, whether he was excitedly upset or excitedly pleased was a bit difficult to tell. Once he did, a rather proud smile crossed his face. “It’s mm... It’s actually Inspector, now.”

2. [A favour]: Do you, um... Would it be alright if I spent the night? I’d stay out of the way, find a corner to camp out in. [He turned the hat in his hands, wringing the brim a bit anxiously.] I wouldn’t want to impose, it’s just that I can’t go home right now.

[Llewellyn was more than a little against the idea himself, and was probably about five seconds from turning himself around and finding somewhere else to go.] I just don’t expect anyone would assume I’d come here.

3. [A Chance Meeting]: Leaving the hot dog vendor behind, Llewellyn looked over his lunch with a pleased little hum. It was a nice day out, and the weather had warmed up considerably of late. It was nice to put the winter overcoat in the back of his closet, and the chance to soak up a little sun to ward off ‘The Morbs’ as they called it was nice.

He considered walking while he ate, but spotted an unoccupied park bench that would be prime for spending a little time with the new book he’d slipped into his suit pocket that morning. The detective supposed he had earned a break, and it would be easy enough to get back to the station house from here should something come up. With a little nod, he awkwardly pulled the book out of it’s pocket (several slips of note paper flying away as he did) and took a seat.

4. [Oops]: I’m a firm believer in practice, and I’m certain a few more tries and I’ll have it.

[He’d said something similar about twenty minutes prior, just after they’d tried to leave the basement and found the door had locked behind them. Llewellyn hadn’t really the experience with picking locks that the other detective had, and it was proving to be quite the challenge.

It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t so damp and cold, but the insulation had clearly been skimped on in this building. It was no wonder it was abandoned, and less surprising that it had been suspected to be the sight of criminal activity of late.

A quick look around on their way to the bar had been all he had intended, just to check and see if he could find something that might warm up a trail that was steadily going cold on one of his cases. The universe, of course, had other plans.]

2!

[onepizzatothelondondocks]

[ Unbeknown to Watts, he'd timed his arrival rather well; Matt had just gotten out of the shower and gotten dressed, and was about to settle down for the night when he'd gotten the knock at his door.

This was...unexpected. Not in a bad way, though Matt was already concerned if Watts had come to him and not Esther first. ]

Uh- yeah, yeah of course, come in man. [ Casting a glance around outside before he shut the door behind him, Matt's attention was soon back on the detective. ]

What's going on, are you alright..?