Its raining in my animal crossing town and I'm jelly tbh

[memeswearhouse]

caught in the rain

it started out quietly, and then, quite suddenly, you're caught in a storm. Time to find cover. Nothing much to do but to wait it out.

Scenarios listed below for those who want 'em.

i WHERE:
001 PLAYGROUND - Well, you can try to hide under the slide or maybe in the jungle gym... at least you're some place fun?
002 PARK - Always happens, caught outside trying to take advantage of the weather... and it ends up pulling a fast one on you.
003 STORE FRONT - Better hope they have an awning you can take advantage of
004 THE BEACH - Not exactly the best place to be during a rainstorm, however it is possible to get caught in a sudden storm
005 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it


ii HOW:
001 TREE - Not the best cover, but it'll have to do, stay close to the roots and you won't get too wet.
002 UMBRELLA - Most conventional... Kinda boring. But it works.
003 NEWSPAPER - Not permanent, but it'll have to do. Good luck
004 BAG - Well... y'gotta do what you gotta do.
005 NONE - You know what. You're a rebel. You don't need cover. Screw convention
006 WILD CARD - that's the way you need it


iii WHY:
001 REJECTED - Welp. Rejection sucks. And no one will see you crying in the rain.
002 WAITING - For the bus? For someone else? For some revelation? What are you waiting for.
003 MELANCHOLY - Sometimes the best place to feel a bit down is out in the rain.
004 HAPPINESS - Is everything going your way? Are you singing a refrain while walking down the lane? Just singin. Singin' in the rain.
005 ANGER - WELL YOU KNOW WHAT. SCREW YOU TOO RAIN.
006 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it.



>> POST with your character
>> TAG others, use RNG if you need to, or just make up your own scenario if you want!
>> HAVE FUN.

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kagome higurashi ➴ inuyasha

[purifye]

( ota for gen / platonic, f/m for anything shippy. cross-canon welcome ! ♥ )

idk when you want this to be, anything is fine w me

[goraishi]

Kouga didn't much care for the rainy season. It wasn't that he didn't like getting wet, but rather that the rainy season brought torrential sheets of silver rain too thick to see through. On top of that, scents became muddled and ran together, or washed away entirely. Hunting was a real pain in these times.

The sky had been blue this morning, which was why he'd set out with Ginta and Hakkaku in the first place. But minutes after they'd made the decision to split up and make a broader sweep of the area, the sky opened up and poured rain, leaving Kouga drenched and spreading Ginta and Hakkaku's scent in every direction. They'd just have to meet up with each other back home if they didn't bump into each other first.

For now, though, there was always the chance that the rain might clear up and grant him an opportunity. So, Kouga squatted down by the base of a wide tree with sprawling boughs and waited. It wasn't the best cover, but the rain at least didn't fall directly into his eyes constantly this way.

Through the constant whooshing of the downpour, he heard someone else moving among the trees. Instinctively, he figured it had to be Ginta or Hakkaku retracing their steps back to him, but the weight of the footsteps was wrong. No wait--he could see her in the distance, and even in the rain he couldn't miss that scent.

He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted over the sound of rain beating the earth, "Kagome! That's you, isn't it!"

tifa lockhart | final fantasy vii

[omnistrikes]

[not_interested]

[ All she'd notice at first is the large shadow spreading out and over her, as Cloud stood behind, arm outstretched with the Buster sword in hand. Makes for a pretty good shelter too y'know. ]

...Tifa?

[ His voice, as blunt as ever, yet there was a slight gentleness about it. Maybe seeing her standing out in the rain like this, all alone? ]

We've been looking all over for you. I thought you'd be here.

jonathan reid | vampyr

[deathpending]

[embracechange]

[ London is prone to its frequent showers, continuously casting it in a grey and gloomy haze. He can't help but compare it to the current climate of the city. The skies are as downtrodden as the weak and weary, the rain not of a cleansing nature.

It is his own fault he is without his umbrella, but Jonathan finds he doesn't mind. He turns the collar on his coat up and seeks shelter in the entrance of the crypt. He would walk back to the hospital, but he's in no rush, and it felt like the cemetery was calling to him. A peculiar feeling, really.

Things are silent, but he feels the shift. He's unsure what it could be, and a survey of the cemetery around him holds no change to the naked eye. He hears the approach before he sees who it is. Odd, that the blood doesn't call to him. It will be a puzzle for him to solve. When the stranger happens by his shelter from the rain, he nods. ]

Beautiful night, isn't it?

[ Ah. He doesn't expect to be looking at his own face. What manner of trickery is this? ]

kaworu nagisa | neon genesis evangelion

[sympathized]

aerith gainsborough, ffvii.

[florant]

( who says kisses in the rain are cliche? not me. )

gestures vaguely???

[hybred]

[ They have met before. Though perhaps meeting is not, exactly, the appropriate terminology. Seen in passing, is a better descriptor. Ships in the night, moving throughout the same steel ocean. The last time Sephiroth had seen her outside of a screen, she had been less than half this height. She had not yet grown in to her elbows and her knees.

The sky opens open with a thunderous crack. She doesn't jump, but all of her seems to respond at once. Sephiroth watches her gaze go upward, he watches the way her hands lift, a half-aborted gesture. When the rain comes down, it seems to rush up on them the way a wave might surge onto the shore— only it does not recede. The droplets are huge, they splatter everything all around. The world turns grey and verdant all at once, the smell of grass and foliage hits him; the smell of flowers.

Zack is inexorably fond of her. Sephiroth didn't know her well enough, before, to have any kind of gauge of who she might be. What, yes, but those are two very different things. Strange, how he is so intrinsically aware of her now that they are this close. Stranger still, this pull somewhere in his core, in a place he can't name, that turns fully toward her; a whisper in the back of his mind, like someone just behind his ear, trying to tell him something.

They are soaked in seconds. Water slides off the resistant fabric of his jacket, but it clings to his hair. The long sheet of it hangs heavy in his face, down his back, like a spill of mercury. It sticks in his eyelashes, it makes the green of his slit irises impossibly bright.

Zack will return, soon. Though it's possible he might take cover, wait out the worst of the storm. Sephiroth lingers— just long enough that she is well and truly wet, long enough for the initial awe to give way to something else. Only then does he walk passed her, tilting his head in the universal: follow me. ]

This way.

[ There is cover under a broken lean-to of this abandoned farmyard. A place where once, maybe long ago, chocobo or sheep might have tucked themselves in a situation such as this. Now, not even the hay remains. Only the overgrown grass and weeds. ]

francel de haillenarte; final fantasy xiv

[haillenarte]

charlie magne。☆ hazbin hotel

[wannabedisney]

Dr. Angela (Mercy) Ziegler | Overwatch

[schwyzerin_engel]

fensyleir; dragon age oc

[unbloody]

Rey l Star Wars

[lastofjedi]

jean grey | xmcu

[redheat]

( apocalypse or dark phoenix canon point both good. )

Barry Berkman | BARRY

[startingnow]

kirschtaria wodime ♔ fate/go

[cryptant]

geralt of rivia | netflix witcher

[witchering]

[brat]

( he's absolutely soaked. the cape that trails behind him drags against dirt, picks up sticks and moss along the way as damian keeps pace with geralt. takes three steps for his every one but he doesn't fall behind even by a centimeter. it's the principle of the matter.

this may not be his turf, not even close to the timeline damian is accustomed to, but he won't let some overgrown oaf lead him. even if, technically speaking, damian is the one following his path. it doesn't need to be obvious.

his tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth as he raises a hand, pushes back strands of hair that are just long enough to get matted down to his forehead. an irritant he'll be resolving as soon as possible, because while the rain doesn't bother him, the potential to be caught with something blocking his vision does. )

Can you move any slower. ( please don't, he'd prefer if they went a little faster. the sooner they get out of this mess, the better. )

ben k̶y̶l̶o̶ ̶r̶e̶n̶ solo. STAR☆WARS. ota

[vaderstan]

adrian | original | ota

[heavenseyes]

[frosteel]

[ Well, it’s been quite the downpour recently and umbrellas, unfortunately, are a little hard to come by in a backwater like this.

Not that Lon’qu’s even bothered to try looking for one. The rain doesn’t really bother him after the frigid storms of Regna Ferox and anyway, he’s too worried to care. Adrian hasn’t been back in a while, and while he hasn’t exactly set himself up as the guy’s bodyguard, well… ]

I’m not going to ask you to explain.

[ It’s put as gruffly as always, once he finally reaches Adrian, his arms crossed, his dusty mercenary’s garb soaked clean through. ]

But I’m not moving from this spot unless you’re coming back to the inn with me.

rinoa heartilly ( final fantasy 8 )

[meteorwing]

kenma | haikyuu

[determine]

Sephiroth | FFVII

[sefirot]

felix hugo fraldarius | fe:3h |ota

[brothered]

5 / 1 / 2

[sylvains]

[ it had been a fairly routine mission not too far from the monastery - clearing some riff-raff out from the hills, run through a few bandits. pretty simple fare every now and then, really, and probably for the best as well because there's only so much you can kick around one place before you started to go stir-crazy.

a fairly small mission, only two of them had been sent out to deal with it - himself and felix - and now they had been successful, they were about a day's ride out from gareg mach at a decent pace. or at least, they had been about a day's ride out.

as the late afternoon had slowly drfited into evening, the heavens had decided that would be the perfect time to open up and absolutely scream down with rain. for a short while, the two had resigned themselves to riding through it - after all, they were no stranger to shit conditions on the road - but after about thirty minutes of the forceful, howling gale, sylvain had let out a colourful string of swear-words that'd make even byleth blush and nudged his horse off the track.

cut to right now, maybe fifteen minutes later. underneath the cover of a large, sprawling oak, their two horses are tethered to a low-hanging branch and an extremely soggy red-head sits at the base of the tree looking decidedly annoyed with the situation. rain plastered his hair flat against his face and he's pretty sure he can feel the wet all the way down to his bones. ]

It would be asking too much to catch a break, huh.

estinien wyrmblood (final fantasy xiv)

[subsidence]

emet-selch (final fantasy xiv)

[wholeness]

the crystal exarch (final fantasy xiv)

[interceded]

urianger augurelt (final fantasy xiv)

[prescinding]

[redraw]

[It shouldn't be possible for the road to be fine and firmly packed dirt in one moment and a slovenly, boot-sucking, godsdamned shite mess of muddy slop in the next. Cain curses under his breath, long since drained of good will toward all men. If it weren't for the oversized load he's bearing on his back, he could have gotten out of here long before the worst of the storm set in. The way from Rathefrost to Revenant's Toll has never seemed so vast and uncompromising. It's dangerous as all get-out, too. They're lucky none of the morbols and giant salamanders have taken notice of them yet.]

I don't recall-- [He gasps in surprise when he finally dislodges one foot from the marshy spectacle it's stuck in. Teeth clenched, he continues:] I do not... happen to... recall... [Trudging forward, one step at a time, he's starting to regret trading in his strong sword arm for indolent, back-of-the-line magicks. Urianger has the weight to rival more of a mountain than a man, with long limbs to further unbalance Cain's center of gravity. Cain's hands can't seem to find enough purchase underneath Urianger's loose but solid knees.] ...receiving the all clear for you to journey more than ten paces hence at a given time. [Gods damn this man to the seventh hell and back again.

Alphinaud and Alisaie were among the first of the Scions to recover from reawakening in their own bodies. Urianger and Y'shtola, as might be expected, were the next to feature improving prognoses, but that did not mean they were beyond exhaustion and the like. For Urianger to trek this far to find him, and to speak to him... It's outrageously stupid. Cain isn't interested in hearing the explanation, the rationale, behind so stupid a decision as this one. He also isn't interested in explaining why he was standing alone before the mark of the Scholar with his own head bowed. Urianger collapsed not long after stepping foot on the crystallized grass leading up to the mark.]

If you would just stop squirming, for the love of...

Jill Valentine | RE3

[starz]