Gen Memes

Aug. 15th, 2014 09:01 pm
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In this post you will find links to a number of generic/fluffy/random memes. Please feel free to sort through and find whichever scenarios you like best. Tag into a particular character's toplevel or make your own with your preferences noted! As a courtesy to fellow readers, if your thread turns smut-ward, please make a note of it in the comment subject line and/or link to a new thread in the Shippy/Smut Memes post. Please also note if any potential triggers appear in your thread. Thank you!

NOTE: Some of the scenarios below are potentially triggering. These have been marked - proceed at your own comfort level.

Affectionate Physical Contact Meme - found in this musebox | Random Scenario Meme - found in this musebox | Daemons | Hurt/Comfort | Rainy Day | Under the Night Sky | Bodyguard | Minor Injury | Kidnapping - Potentially Triggering | Vampire/Werewolf | Masquerade Ball | Healing the Broken | Massage | Power Games - Potentially Triggering | Mindfuck - Potentially Triggering | Mercy Killings - Potentially Triggering - found in this musebox

Alcuin no Delaunay || Kushiel's Legacy

Date: 2014-08-16 02:18 am (UTC)
willyousee: (Shy)
From: [personal profile] willyousee
((Either side of hurt/comfort, relationships, etc. Alcuin is bisexual, with a homosexual preference. He's unlikely to be the mastermind in power games or mindfuck.))
thornsofmalkav: (thoughtful)
From: [personal profile] thornsofmalkav
So this is Death's Waiting Room? Huh. It wasn't bad. Kind of old fashioned, but not bad. Thorne bounces a little on the couch. She felt... odd. Not exactly a bad odd. Just... odd. Probably was that she didn't have to ignore other people talking in the back of her mind anymore. But the other voice in the back of her mind, the one she'd been ignoring even harder whenever possible... it was gone too.

That... that was weird. Was she even a proper vampire if she didn't have Beast? Oh shit, was she human again for this weird waiting room of the afterlife? That... didn't sound all that bad, really. Not that she could actually do the best part of being human, which was eat food, here, but still.

She shifts again, nervously, and glances over to the other person in the waiting room. A guy, couple years younger than her maybe? Dressed like a SCAdian, which wasn't a bad look on him. And he was as pretty and white-haired as any anime guy.

"So, uh, been waiting here long?"

Date: 2015-10-22 02:28 pm (UTC)
willyousee: (Slow smile)
From: [personal profile] willyousee
Alcuin looks up from perusing the bookshelf, touching the spines of old favorites, to smile at the newcomer. A young woman, a little older than he perhaps, in far more modern dress... nervous. Uncertain what she should do now that she's here. It's a common reaction and he can't help but smile, inclining his head in greeting.

"Yes and no. Time is somewhat fluid here, it seems. Some wait only a little while, and some longer, but we all have our times and places, and when that is does not always have a relation to the others who come through." Stepping forward, he bows, keeping it more for form than anything. She comes from too far in the future for it to remain a common and expected gesture. She is... middle to lower class, most likely. American by her accent, or so he's told, probably from a larger city, on her first death. At least that she recognizes now.

"Well met, my lady. Please, call me Alcuin. May I have the pleasure of your name?" He holds out a hand to her, either for her to take or as a simple gesture requesting her continuation.

Date: 2015-10-22 06:20 pm (UTC)
thornsofmalkav: (thoughtful)
From: [personal profile] thornsofmalkav
"Th--" And then she stops herself, unsure. Thorne had been her online name and she'd tried to make it her real life name as well, after she'd moved cross-country, but... she was dead, wasn't she? Really dead. The final death. Did death cure you of all nicknames?

She feels her cheeks heat up at the bow and the 'my lady' and if she can blush she really is human again. And suddenly she doesn't feel like the eccentric woman of mystery anymore.

"Charlene," she says after a moment. "That was my name. So-- I guess you didn't just come from the RenFaire, then?"

She takes his hand.

Date: 2015-10-22 06:56 pm (UTC)
willyousee: (Beloved)
From: [personal profile] willyousee
His smile warms, and he leans down to press a light kiss to her knuckles - for some reason people have been fonder of that than the kiss of greeting for some time now. "A pleasure to meet you, Charlene." Pressing her fingers once, he releases her and settles himself gracefully at the opposite end of the couch, sitting with his back against the arm and one leg curled up beneath him.

"I'm afraid I'm not from any Renaissance Faire, no." A common assumption with the modern dead. "As I understand it, you are most likely to know my land as France." And indeed, his accent does bear some of the hallmarks of French, though less strongly than might generally be expected from someone who grew up there. "The year as you would likely reckon it was close to the 1500s when I lived." He pauses there, watching her sympathetically. That usually garners some kind of reaction.

Date: 2015-10-22 07:07 pm (UTC)
thornsofmalkav: (Default)
From: [personal profile] thornsofmalkav
She blushes even more as he kisses her hand, but then he names the time and her eyes go wide. "Shit," she says. "That's-- a while ago. Have you been here for five-hundred years? God, you must have read every book five hundred times."

Date: 2015-10-22 07:11 pm (UTC)
willyousee: (Enigmatic)
From: [personal profile] willyousee
He remains unperturbed, turning over his hand in a fluid, archaic version of a shrug. "Not precisely. As I said, time is fluid, and I have come and gone a few times. I just have not finished my time on the wheel of life, it seems. Every so often I am given another chance at a lifetime, and when it is finished, I return here. This place is not at all familiar to you?"

Date: 2015-10-22 07:37 pm (UTC)
thornsofmalkav: (Default)
From: [personal profile] thornsofmalkav
She shakes her head. "Nope. Not at all. I mean, it's a nice place, but I think I'd remember it."

She stops herself from asking if he's always so pretty when he reincarnates, because wow, rude much?

"So have you read everything here, then? And is anything good?"

She reads pretty fast. If she's here a day or two, she can probably finish something.

Date: 2015-10-25 04:26 am (UTC)
willyousee: (Amused)
From: [personal profile] willyousee
"Every now and then there are new things on the shelves. I believe Lady Death wishes to be sure I have materials enough to entertain myself. Truly, I am more interested in the people who pass through."

He lifts fine silvered brows. "You had another question before those. I assure you, you will find me difficult to offend. Please; ask."

Date: 2015-10-25 06:01 am (UTC)
thornsofmalkav: (thoughtful)
From: [personal profile] thornsofmalkav
"Wait, are you psychic?" She could believe that if he'd figured out she had another question she hadn't asked. "I mean, okay, yeah, I did have another question, but it's pretty dumb. I just wanted to know if you're always that pretty when you reincarnate or if it's only recently."

Her face feels hot. It's so weird that she can blush now without having to use up blood making her body work again. "Like I said, it's really dumb."

Date: 2015-10-25 09:40 pm (UTC)
willyousee: (Sweetness and light)
From: [personal profile] willyousee
He smiles and looks briefly surprised, but shakes his head. "It is all right, my lady. You have good instincts to be so curious. No, I am not psychic. Though you might be surprised how many ask that. No, I simply read people well. I have had-" his lips quirk wryly "-some time to practice. I can tell you that the beauty of my people does diminish over time, alas. The more recent my incarnation, the less what little heritage I may claim displays itself. I thank you for the compliment. Those come but infrequently here."

He tucks his hair back, a little pleased color highlighting his cheekbones. "Would you do me the honor of telling me where you are from? What era?"

Date: 2015-11-13 09:13 am (UTC)
thornsofmalkav: (Default)
From: [personal profile] thornsofmalkav
"California," she says. "The early twenty-first century. Although I was in New York when I died. Also, shit, if this is what you look like when the pretty is winding down, then previous yous probably would have left me blind."

God, her face is so hot, but it's true.

Date: 2015-11-25 03:24 am (UTC)
willyousee: (Sweetness and light)
From: [personal profile] willyousee
Bright as wine soaking into linen, his color deepens. "That is uncommonly kind of you to say, my lady," he manages with admirable smoothness after a moment. "I believe this was the form of one of my first few incarnations, actually. That is, I have difficulty recalling if there were any before this, and I do know that some few have come after. But this is the one which I feel is most accurate to my image of myself, or the most like... me? It is difficult to explain, and somewhat arrogant, I recognize, but still, I thank you."

"I, ah... have only visited that century once, and that briefly, so my memories are not what they ought to be, though that was in Austin, as I recall."

Date: 2015-11-25 04:01 am (UTC)
thornsofmalkav: (thoughtful)
From: [personal profile] thornsofmalkav
She shrugs. "It's true. And hell, if I could remember any more of me, I might be them. But I can't? So I guess maybe this is my first time around."

She wonders if what he's saying means he died as a little kid in that life. Jesus. Poor Alcuin.

"Austin's not exactly the same, but it's probably closer to California than the rest of Texas, in spirit if not geography."

Aisling || The Secret of Kells

Date: 2014-08-16 02:23 am (UTC)
coimiceoir: (Default)
From: [personal profile] coimiceoir
((Strong-willed, she could play either side of most equations. She can be aged up, but she will not be in an overtly sexual relationship - domestic or dating relationships are fine.))

Scenario we talked about.

Date: 2015-05-21 12:17 am (UTC)
headbard: (♮ Fermata)
From: [personal profile] headbard
It was not often that the Head of Bards got lost. And yet here he was.

An unknown forest, in unknown lands... it could have been much worse. He could have been caught in a field of war, or a raging thunderstorm. Though the forest was deep and in some places dark, there was no comparison to such destructive places in the serenity of this forest. But the further Taliesin Ben Beirdd traveled down a path that did not exist, yet intuitively felt right, he couldn't help but notice small green flickers of residual magic with traces of white mist around them. Curiously, he stepped toward one small handprint, brushing his fingers over the surface. The aura clung to his fingertips, almost trying to drag him in.

A magic user. And a powerful one at that. The small size of the handprint would not fool him. He was in the forest of a fae guardian, certainly. Such a place would not have been so undisturbed, otherwise.

As Taliesin drew closer, he could see why it felt so right - the residual magic this faerie had left behind began to form a trail, and a few hundred steps after that, a solid trail. This was one of her ley lines, it seemed... so surely she would know that he was here already. It was as he thought this that he found himself stepping into a sudden clearing. Tal noted the boulder in the center, surrounded equidistantly by large stones which resembled pillars. These were not placed by chance. This was an entrance of some sort.

The snap of a twig caused him to turn, and a low growl resounded around him. A wolf pack, slowly encircling him, pushing him towards the rock in the center. Sworn protectors of the fae, perhaps? No matter. He was intruding and they were well within their rights to warn him. Quickly, he enchanted his violin and bow to lift into the air where they would be safe from harm, and shifted into a wolf, calmly sitting on his new hind legs with ears erect. He used his Gift of Tongues to address them all, though his dark eyes closed in on only one of the older wolves.

I mean no harm to your kind or to the one you guard. I have only lost my way, he huffed, pawing slightly at the boulder he sat upon.

Re: Scenario we talked about.

Date: 2015-06-01 08:17 pm (UTC)
coimiceoir: (Wolves waiting)
From: [personal profile] coimiceoir

The wolves growl, circling warily as forest mists close in. This is not your territory, says the bared teeth of the dark alpha female. You are not Pack, but you are not Them. You should lea--

A long, melodious howl carries on the breeze, calling the pack back. Every pair of eyes flashes red as they sit bolt upright, noses turned toward the sound. Then they're gone, vanishing into the mists. Still.... something is there. There's movement, here one moment, gone the next, all around the edges of the clearing, not quite visible. But the taste of magic is stronger. This is no ordinary mist.

Date: 2015-06-11 03:39 am (UTC)
headbard: (♮ Sospirando)
From: [personal profile] headbard
I ask only for the way out, Tal says with a calm yip and a bark, standing his ground (or rather, sitting) as the pack closes in on him.

His ears perk up at the sudden howl, also turning his nose toward the sound. But he stays where he has seated himself, curling his tail calmly around him as his violin and bow calmly floated down to rest on either side of him.

There. His head turns to follow the motion just out of sight from the clearing, but his nose is stronger as a wolf. He can smell the surge of magic in the air, too. A shapeshifter, like himself? This would be most interesting.

Gertrude Yorkes || Runaways

Date: 2014-08-16 02:26 am (UTC)
purplesnark: (you really think so)
From: [personal profile] purplesnark
((Gert is a snarky teen with a bit of a temper on her and a distrust of adults. She can be on either side of most things, but she will vehemently oppose any mindfuckery or power games. Bisexual, she takes mostly the middle road but leans heterosexual.))

Sergeant Tamora Jean Calhoun || Wreck-It Ralph

Date: 2014-08-16 02:33 am (UTC)
bullroar: (Job done right)
From: [personal profile] bullroar
((Definitely a more dominant personality, Calhoun is a somewhat prickly woman with an appreciation for the softer things once you get through her shell. I play her as bisexual, leaning heterosexual.))

Death || Sandman

Date: 2014-08-16 02:37 am (UTC)
nowyoufindout: (Then there is Death)
From: [personal profile] nowyoufindout
((Death is everyone's person. Easy-going and gentle, she is a great shoulder to cry on or ear for troubles, and can also talk some sense into you if you need it. She will not play power games or mindfuckery, but I will not hold you to being actually dead if you interact with her. There are times when she walks among mortals as one of them, or it can be an AU where she isn't what she usually is. She is panromantic and asexual.))

Re: Death || Sandman

Date: 2015-10-20 11:24 pm (UTC)
thornsofmalkav: (spoopy goast)
From: [personal profile] thornsofmalkav
To be strictly accurate as these things go, Thorne hadn't suffered the final death when she'd been gunned down by the Prince of New York's thugs. She'd merely been wounded greatly, enough to send her into a very long torpor.

The actual death was now.

Her inanimate body, staked down on the roof, catches spark as the sun comes over the horizon. Soon it is the center of a conflagration.

"So that's it," she says under her breath, suppressing shivers as she watches her body burn under the sun. "It's over, then."

She doesn't see Philip or Doctor Bombastus. Had they been staked out for the sun elsewhere? Did Dr B get away?

She hopes he did. She hopes someone did.
souris_de_banquette: (Default)
From: [personal profile] souris_de_banquette
[Primarily known as Alais, a spunky, quirky gal who can hold her drink and flirts with anything on two legs. Sometimes known as Alcuin, a sweet young man who is quiet, shy, wary and stays out of trouble.]

Date: 2016-03-19 05:38 pm (UTC)
canbebrave: (laughter)
From: [personal profile] canbebrave
It's Tuesday afternoon- which means it's one of Sansa's scheduled visits with Alais. Not the light rain, nor the eager coaxing of her schoolmates to stay behind can stop her from rushing to their regular meetingplace at a small cafe down the street from her Academy. She stumbles in right on time, still in her uniform- wet hair plastered to her face, wearing this stupid, unladylike grin on her face.

She has so much to tell her friend.

Date: 2016-03-19 06:58 pm (UTC)
souris_de_banquette: (Party smirk)
From: [personal profile] souris_de_banquette
The pretty flapper is lounging back in one of the chairs, sipping at her ginger ale and bouncing her leg where she has it crossed at the knee. But as soon as she spots Sansa she jolts upright, a dazzling grin on her face, waving her hand in the air. "Hey kitten, over here! Come get out of the wet! It's absolutely piss-drizzling out there."

Leaning forward, she laces her fingers and rests her chin on them, eyes sparkling. "You look like you've got one helluva secret, kitten. Spill!"

Date: 2016-03-19 07:17 pm (UTC)
canbebrave: gutteredstar (pride)
From: [personal profile] canbebrave
Sansa smiles, coming bounding over to come sit before her. She settles down in her seat- smiling and adjusting her clothes, while admiring the older girl. She was just too cool and interesting- and Sansa gives her skirt a little tug, to try and make it sit a little higher, so she can mimic her friend. "You could tell?" She asks, both bashful and excited to spill at the same time.

She peers around the place quickly- making sure no one is around to hear her. Then she drops her voice a tone lower, though the giddiness keeps her from staying too quiet. "I... may not have been home, last night." On a school night? For shame, Sansa.

Date: 2016-03-19 07:36 pm (UTC)
souris_de_banquette: (You have my attention)
From: [personal profile] souris_de_banquette
Thin, blackened brows rise and Alais only grins wider. "Oh really? And just where were you, out and about after curfew? You make a clean squeak of it, or did your watchdogs tail you all night?" She pushes over a little plate of finger sandwiches, a few already missing, in case Sansa wants some.

Date: 2016-03-19 08:01 pm (UTC)
canbebrave: (i was enchanted to meet you)
From: [personal profile] canbebrave
Sansa giggles softly- her red cheeks showing exactly who she had been out and about with last night. "A clean squeak! No one has suspected a thing, they didn't even notice I was gone! No one said a thing at breakfast this morning, and the entire family was there." She's beaming now, as she reaches for a finger sandwich- but before she puts anything in her mouth, she has to tell her friend who she was with. "I went through the servant's enterance. No one was there at that time of night. And the boy from the party was waiting outside."

Date: 2016-03-19 08:08 pm (UTC)
souris_de_banquette: (Default)
From: [personal profile] souris_de_banquette
Alais' heel makes a sharp click as she sets it down on the tile, practically vibrating with excitement. "You close your head! You made it out to see him? What did you think of him? Well, obviously he must be good or you wouldn't've spent the whole night with him but come on, come on! What's he like?"

Date: 2016-03-19 08:14 pm (UTC)
canbebrave: gutteredstar (pride)
From: [personal profile] canbebrave
She'd just put some food in her mouth when Alais begins to bombard her with questions- she almost chokes, then remembers to chew, and swallow. Even when she does though, it still takes her time to think about it, and she hmms softly. "He's... different. He says some very rude things, sometimes. Not about me, he just--" She sighs softly, resting her elbow into the table, her chin in her hand. "I think I like him very much, anyway."

Date: 2016-03-19 11:54 pm (UTC)
souris_de_banquette: (Party smirk)
From: [personal profile] souris_de_banquette
"Hmm~ Honey, you don't just like him. You are dizzy for this bird." She says, smiling and fishing a cherry out of her ginger ale to suck on. "So... tell me the things you like! Otherwise all I've got is that he's different and rude about people who aren't you. Nnnnot the most promising picture! And you only get to sneak out for the best."

Date: 2016-03-20 12:25 am (UTC)
canbebrave: (Default)
From: [personal profile] canbebrave
Sansa lets out a little giggle, nervously. "M-maybe I am." She says, quietly. "He is charming. And handsome. I feel like he's very brave, and like he knows a lot of things that I don't. Like a mysterious stranger from a novel." She hums softly, tracing patterns into the table with her finger. "I don't think he likes my brother very much, but sometimes, he seems a little like him."

Date: 2016-03-20 12:47 am (UTC)
souris_de_banquette: (Default)
From: [personal profile] souris_de_banquette
Alais sucks the cherry into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. After a moment she pulls out a double knotted stem and lays it on the edge of her plate. "Maybe he doesn't like your brother because of the family thing. Or it might be that he's worried your brother won't let you be together. Which is a pretty big worry, if you think about it. You be careful, though, okay? You don't know much about him yet, and it's not like he's free of complications. But you know I'd love to hear more about him the next time you see him."

Date: 2016-03-20 01:03 am (UTC)
canbebrave: gutteredstar (lost)
From: [personal profile] canbebrave
The cherry stem is stared at with a strong intensity, but she doesn't say anything about it. "He's not that bad- Garrett isn't. But he probably wouldn't, if he knew. My family never lets me do anything." She sighs again. "...I will be careful, I promise you. But Armin wouldn't hurt me. I know that much."

Date: 2016-03-20 02:21 am (UTC)
souris_de_banquette: (Default)
From: [personal profile] souris_de_banquette
There's a very serious look in Alais' eyes that makes her look years older despite her warm, soft smile. "A lot of 'em start out that way, kitten. It's whether or not they stay that way once they've gotten what they want. Not to mention you don't know how much his mama is pulling the strings. You ever need somebody, you just say the word and I'm there, okay?" She reaches across the table to lay a hand on Sansa's for a moment. "You're not ever alone, even if you feel like it. Besides, if you come to my place I can teach you how to make cookies and we can practice the Lindy Hop to the radio set." There's that bright cheeky grin again, and the years melt away.

Date: 2016-03-20 02:35 am (UTC)
canbebrave: (Dreaming along at a pace you'll understa)
From: [personal profile] canbebrave
Sansa listens to Alais' words solemnly, nodding along- though she doesn't really believe it. She doesn't believe that anyone could- or would, hurt her. Then she's brimming with smiles, matching Alais' smile. "We can do that anyway, right?" She asks, squeezing Alais' hand.

Date: 2016-03-20 03:41 am (UTC)
souris_de_banquette: (Pretty thing)
From: [personal profile] souris_de_banquette
She laughs brightly, lacing her fingers with Sansa's for a moment. "Better do it up in your room. I'd rather not have two Brunos staking out my place and making the neighbors fidget. Can't hole up there if everybody knows where it is, either. But sure as the sun comes up over the ferris wheel, we can do that!"

She gets a mischievous sparkle in her eye. "Speaking of which~ I was thinking maybe we could skip out after your lessons this afternoon and go do some shopping! There's some new dresses coming in and they wouldn't take much to put in a couple of ties in the skirt so you could hike it up when you wanted!"
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