siberia: (feels like heaven when i kiss the devil)
[personal profile] siberia

sᴇᴀsᴏɴᴀʟ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢs ᴍᴇᴍᴇ
ᴀ ɢᴇɴ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀssɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀsᴏɴs
ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ʙʏ [personal profile] snowbroth

i. post with your character, including series and any preferences.
ii. select prompt either with the power of your mind or the help of the lovely RNG. feel free to make your own!
iii. share the seasonal love!

Read more... )

siberia: (how deep is your love)
[personal profile] siberia

1. Post here with the character you want to play with in the header
2. Put your prompt in the body of the comment (or leave it to me)
3. ????
4. Profit

take in the extent of my sin )


Oct. 26th, 2016 01:34 am
killerfang: (it's fucking cold)
[personal profile] killerfang
[ though they may not battle each day, they do march every day, or close to it. The long days are bookended by the brief respite of camp. Most of the rest of the army looks forward to it. Jaffar has no such feelings. It's always been that way for him, though the context was different - when he is working, he doesn't have to think about anything else. He becomes an extension of his blades - all that he believed he really was, for most of his life - and lets them pull his body forward. When he has downtime, though... He has nothing. A great nothingness which he is forced to gaze into. It didn't bother him too much before, but nowadays (after meeting her) he can hardly bear to be left alone with it.

Fortunately for him, he rarely is. Even if he didn't make a point of trying to always stay around her, the two of them were almost always kept in the same unit - including outside of battle, apparently, as they're currently on their turn to patrol the area. They're in enemy territory, after all. And though part of him wishes that Nino didn't have to be dragged down with him, he finds that the greater part of him is -- grateful that she chooses to stay by him. At least, he thinks it's gratitude. He's still trying to learn what he's even feeling.

The mountainous Bern landscape is unforgiving, it's cold, and the sky looks threateningly dark. Jaffar has very little doubt that he's been sent out today simply because Marquess Ostia wants to keep him away if he can. He doesn't really care. He does worry about Nino, though. When they reach the top of the small rocky outcropping they'd been climbing, he hesitates, glancing back at her. Though he's silent and stony-faced, as usual, it's easy enough to guess what's on his mind. ]
tentaculled: ([shinigami] tentacriticize)
[personal profile] tentaculled
[ It's less painful than he was expecting - that's his first thought. Hundreds - no, thousands of times, he's watched the life leave people's bodies, watched the light leave their eyes, and so he thought he had a good idea of what to expect. There was no fear or resignation as he laid there, surrounded by his students, the weight of Nagisa's body pushing down on his chest. Just the feeling of being tired, and an unusual sense of peace. They'd all come so far; they'd more than exceeded his expectations. He was proud. Terribly proud.

It happens so quickly that he hardly feels the knife piercing through. Yes, it's certainly less painful than he was expecting - physically. But there's a bittersweet ache in his heart that's not coming from any blade. The students are crying. This is goodbye.

And so it was.

Nothingness. Then, the feeling of drifting ashore, or perhaps being pulled, or being dizzy - it's difficult to describe, in no small part because he does not expect there to be anything to describe. There's grass pushing at his back again, orange light filtering through his eyelids. He feels small and light and numb. Ah, surely, this is a hallucination in his last moments, or perhaps he'll wake up and see fires burning and punishment waiting for him, as he no doubt deserves. But when he forces his eyes open with difficulty, all that's waiting for him is a familiar dusky sky, and a familiar mountainous horizon, and a familiar early-morning dewy haze. It's Kunigagaoka. There's no way he'd forget this sight.

There's been some kind of mistake. At first, he wonders if he somehow failed to die. When he climbs to his feet and notices that they are, in fact, feet, and finds himself swimming in a now-baggy graduation robe, he wonders if he really is hallucinating. The students are nowhere to be seen, but it appears a few hours have passed since they finally graduated from hiss classroom. None of it makes any sense. But the tranquility he felt earlier as he lay in his final moments hasn't left him yet. Inside, he thinks, he knows that it's over. It's not worth panicking about. He turns towards the dilapidated old school building. His fingers (fingers! so strange and new, suddenly) squeeze the fabric of that floppy old tie, finding the new tear in the fabric. Without putting much thought into it, he starts moving towards the classroom building, drawn towards it like a magnet. It's natural. It's the place where he belongs. The home he was given.

If he could, he'd like to see them just one more time. He doesn't dare hope for more than that. ]
siberia: (Default)
[personal profile] siberia

Just post a comment with who you're looking for in the subject line,
and I'll appear to thread with them! You can include a picture prompt,
a prompt in writing, or no prompt at all, if you want me to come up with
something on my own.

currently active characters below the cut )
overkilled: (this time i might just disappear)
[personal profile] overkilled
[ Somehow, after all those repeated (failed) kidnapping attempts, a semi-unwelcome stay in the castle (that was also a failed kidnapping attempt), and several more awkward encounters - somehow, some way, he's managed to actually befriend the princess. Which, admittedly, wasn't exactly what he was going for in the beginning, but when he thinks about it, it still sort of counts as stealing her away to his side. It was just a platonic, non-combative theft! And now, he's in the perfect position to get close to her and concoct a perfect plan of sabotage. That's right - he was actually successful. Kind of. Totally what he was going for.

In another area, however, he's been extremely unsuccessful. As the evil demon lord, it's only natural to intend to kidnap the gentle, kind princess of the good kingdom and make her his bride. That would be cool, and wonderfully evil, of course. The only problem is that his plans had disintegrated pretty quickly, turning from "steal the princess" to "steal the princess's heart." And then that had turned more into "win the princess's heart." The more he'd watched her, the more he'd admired her, and now that he's actually friends with her, his puppy crush is turning into a full-grown bull mastiff of romance. Or something. The point is, he's pretty in love with her (though he wouldn't admit it), and has made exactly zero progress in winning her heart.

So when he hears about the royal masquerade ball being held in her castle, he pretty much has to go. It's a great opportunity to kidnap her/spend time with her/????, of course, but more than that... the idea of her in a pretty dress that he won't be able to see, dancing with someone other than him makes him feel all upset. Maou's mind is made up pretty much instantly.

But, of course, the demon lord isn't going to get invited to a party. Which means he has to sneak in. It's quite painful for him to part with his ravishingly intimidating final boss costume, but he does what he must to blend in with the populace and get closer to his princess...! There's not much he can do about the horns, but he's hoping his mask will help him play them off as part of a costume. As for the fangs and nails... Well. He'll just have to hope for the best.

There's a reason he's not a very successful demon lord.

He manages to slip in pretty easily, with some clever application of his shapeshifting abilities - bats are good at getting in through those little balcony things - and, miraculously, lay low while he waits for her to make her appearance. No, he hasn't told her that he's coming. Surprising her with his dashing, courageous appearance is obviously way cooler. ]
tentaculled: ([shinigami] tentacheck)
[personal profile] tentaculled
[ imagine a world where Aguri didn't die, and Korosensei didn't have his body taken over by tentacles, and, somehow, everything worked out just fine, and the two of them are now both teachers of Class 3-E. Somehow. The details aren't important, but the results are!

Of course, he's nothing more than an assistant teacher, seeing as he's a rookie teaching for the first time. But he has the best of mentors to learn from, and a pretty impressive treasure trove of knowledge, to boot. Just as she predicted, he took to teaching like a fish to water - and the change in his personality has been remarkable. Both the students and Aguri herself have really made him open up and become more human than he's probably ever been in his life. Even without the tentacles to help him this time.

It's a pleasant way of life he's never been able to enjoy until now; living simply, connecting with others, seeing and being seen. He'd spent his entire life believing that death was his only skill - now, he's discovering that he has many more that he'd merely been misusing. All of it is thanks to her. The students, too, in part, but her, especially. She was the one that reached out, pulled him from the darkness, and took him into her own life. He's grateful to her from the bottom of his heart, and he doubts that anything he does can ever properly display the depths of his gratitude to her.

But he tries. Every day, it's on his mind - or, perhaps, she's on his mind, according to the jeers of their students. Jeers he can easily laugh off, but which fluster him a little bit more than he expected them to, most likely because there's a sizeable grain of truth in them. If they knew he was going to take her out to lunch on their day off, he can only imagine what they'd be saying... Not that it's a date, of course. She's engaged. Not a date at all.

Nonetheless, he finds himself waiting at the train station for her with a bit of trepidation. That might just be because he's afraid of what she might be wearing today, though. (He has to be seen with her...) ]


Aug. 12th, 2015 01:10 am
tentaculled: (Default)
[personal profile] tentaculled
[ Sometimes, in between teaching a classroom full of rowdy (but dear) children, creating study guides, grading papers, dodging assassination attempts, and travelling the world in quick half-hour sessions, Korosensei does find time to sleep. He's not sure he needs to sleep anymore, in all honesty, but he does, even though it feels like he should be filling every minute of every hour with things, the way they're slipping through his fingers.

Or his tentacles, rather.

Sometimes, he dreams about things from the present: nonsensical dreams about his students, or food, or people and places he's seen around the Earth - the icy plains of the arctic, flower-filled fields in South Africa, busy market streets in China. Other times, he'll have dreams about the past, when he was the God of Death, about blood on his hands, black clouds and gunfire, and the sterile fluorescent lights in a single-room white chamber. Those are unpleasant.

And sometimes, if he's really unlucky, he'll have dreams about her.

It's a normal enough day in the old school building - a hot, late summer day after school, when he's finished tutoring and is cheerfully slithering down the hall towards the teacher's lounge, humming out-of-tune to himself. He opens the door. He freezes. ]

-- Nu...

[ And she's sitting there like nothing ever happened. ]


Jun. 12th, 2015 02:55 am
devourer: (and on the bottom)
[personal profile] devourer
[ Three years may have passed, and Yako may have grown, but for Neuro, it had been nothing more than the blink of an eye, and when he returns, he's much the same as ever. The only thing changed is his battered appearance - it's as though he'd never been injured at all, nor spent a year draining his abilities - and, perhaps, just maybe, a slight change in his behavior towards her, though with Neuro, it's hard to tell. A less controlling hand; an occasional sense of pride towards her. Little things that couldn't be clearly quantified. And they're even more uncertain coupled with the fact that the number of attacks and beatings hasn't changed at all. Still, there's a faint sense that he sees her differently, as minor a shift as it may be for a stubborn old demon. Less pillbug and more partner, though he seldom decides to honor her with any nickname nicer than "slug."

And though he still insists on dragging her into absolutely everything. Case in point: she's just had a good chunk of her bank account vacated to buy two tickets onto this luxury cruise liner. Almost meeting his death in the water clearly wasn't enough to scare Neuro away from it. After two of this line's ships went missing out in the Pacific Ocean without a trace, a more serious investigation was called for - not looking for the ships or the bodies, of course, but the criminal behind it. According to Neuro, it's not an accident. Also according to Neuro, the culprit should be aboard this ship, and the mystery should be quite sumptuous!

Well, he's excited.

They're nearing the end of the first day aboard, and, evidently, the mystery is stil "ripening," according to him. As such, there hasn't been any serious investigation yet, although there's little doubt that Neuro's minions are scuttling about the ship. The sun is starting to set on the deck, and the view is quite stunning. The other passengers are watching peacefully. Predictably, Neuro is ignoring it entirely. ]

Look, Yako. I have found a drinking straw made in your size. [ instead, he's prodding her face with one end of a pool noodle. ]
ukeke: (is dirt actually cheap)
[personal profile] ukeke

Because sometimes, you want to play out goofy, absolutely adorable adoration no matter your character.

You don't have a crush. You're not in love. But you wish you had either of those things, because they're the lesser of all evils. Instead, you have it oh so bad. You're smitten, kitten. Why, every little thing this special person does is magic! Their looks, their personality, their smile - or lack thereof - are the most beautiful you've ever seen. And maybe they're even nice to you when you totally don't deserve it! Whether your acquaintances would describe you as "soft-hearted" or "hard-ass pain in my ass," there's hardly been one as taken as you. Just looking at them makes you weak at the knees, and you think those butterflies in your stomach may be staging a revolt.

Damn it, it's disgusting.

No matter if you're a grown-ass adult or a school kid, you'll feel...uhm, like a school kid. Of course, you probably shouldn't pull any pigtails. Instead, put those conflicting emotions to good use. Admire your object of affection from afar. Hang out with them as much as you can. Be awkward as only you can. Enjoy being in their presence or being close to them because afhhdhflfh they're so pretty and so aaaaahh you're ensnared. Be super nice to them. Dote on them because they're so darn cute. Fulfilling their every whim will get you in good!

Or be a terrible tsundere, as that's all some of you assholes know how to do. Eventually, you'll get over your denial and realize, grizzled warrior-king or megalomaniacal god or bitchy brat you are, you're feeling flushed.

Comment with your character, preference, and what role you'd like to play.
Cutesy, emotional, kind, or young characters might get smitten easily. But part of the fun is seeing completely stoic, inappropriate, or horrible characters get silly quickened heart beats. Of course, said stoic, inappropriate, or horrible characters getting crushed on is just as funny.
RNG for a prompt or just go nuts.

Smitten: Be cool, be cool - oh god they're so precious you're going to vomit.
Smitten...On?: You're the one who's cast a spell, willing or unwittingly.


Not Together...Yet: Is senpai going to notice you?
Together: Aren't you so lucky to have such an amazing boyfriend or girlfriend or friendfriend?
Never: A forbidden love, you can never be together, GET THIS ANGST SHIT OUT OF HERE.
[personal profile] devourer


so play something cute!! pick from any meme. or combine them if you're crazy.



Jan. 27th, 2019 07:39 pm
siberia: (they'd box me up and tell me to change)
[personal profile] siberia
Complete list of DW journals.

(Image heavy)

eeek: (NO)
[personal profile] eeek
The Dating Meme

Dating is, when you think about, really weird. It's a totally different thing for different people. Some are friends for years before they date; others start dating on the same day they met. Sometimes, there's a lot mushy stuff involved; other times, the couple acts just like friends. None of this is necessarily right or wrong.

Whatever it is, your character and the character you reply to are now dating. How? That's up to you. Whether it be awkward or not, the relationship will be uniquely theirs.

poopie )
siberia: (biting just turns me on)
[personal profile] siberia
The All-Purpose JamJar Meme

Jamjars give people opportunities to place their favorites into alternate scenarios of circumstantial bonding, alliance, animosity, teamwork and sexuality! Some encounters are innocuous and some epiphany-spurring, and whether you're interacting with a castmate or engaging in cross-canon CR, there are opportunities for creativity and exploration only made possible through this format. If you are fucking lazy or don't want to deal with activity-checks or want to do a miniature test drive, just meme it. Just... fucking meme it.


shame wall

Aug. 20th, 2014 01:36 am
siberia: (emptiness duetted with my body heat)
[personal profile] siberia
□ = wanted, ☑ = completed

frater: (I'm snagged by a nervous twitch)
[personal profile] frater
[ by all means, he should be dead.

No, he is quite sure that he was dead. The memory is chillingly crisp - Rion's grip around his throat, the pain, their words, that darkness. His pain had been great but fleeting. Then there was nothing.

Nothing, and then this.

The sound of his Mother's tower does not rouse Cain from endless sleep, but it is not long after that the sound of footsteps from the lower levels does. Unexpectedly, he finds his fingers curling against the ground, the neurons in his enhanced brain firing again as if he's a car that's been jumpstarted (in reality, this is not far from the truth.) He pulls himself to his knees - his entire body feels numb and tingling, and where it doesn't, it aches, but the sensation is only a minor annoyance to him, because Galerians are born to suffer through their lives. What is troubling is that he does not understand why. There are many things Cain doesn't understand; he was a defect, an imperfect clone, and Mother rarely let him leave the comforting red confines of the Mushroom Tower, assigning him a different purpose than the rest. His siblings knew far more than he did about this damnable planet they were trying to change. But he doubts even Rita could explain what just happened to him.

He tries to gather his thoughts. Focus. When he listens, he cannot feel the faint buzzing in his ears that indicated the presence nearby of any of his kin. Was Rion dead, then? Somehow, it's a bittersweet concept, but it's one he can't linger on now - he notices secondarily just how quiet it is around him. There's no thrum of energy from the endless number of wires, servers, and every other piece of machinery that powered Dorothy's mind. There's silence. The round room, which had been so like a womb to him before, warm and alive with noise, was suddenly, noticeably different, all at once - a red, bloody echo chamber. Then Dorothy, too, was --

Ah. So that was it. That's why he's here now.

The sardonic smile that curls onto his face as he laughs to himself (or at himself) is dark. A tool to the end, of course - he never expected more. It was his greatest joy, he thinks and pleads. But he doesn't have time to think about it more now. There were humans coming up the tower from below. He can hear them and feel their presence, too - probably officers, police of some kind, coming to inspect the damage. Cain could not allow himself to be caught by them, or he would ruin everything further. It's at once surprsingly easy for him to destroy the wall of the room of his birth - he was not a sentimental sort, it seemed - and open a path to the outside world. The sky was dark and gray even as dawn approached, thanks to the smog the humans released. No matter. He steps off into it as if he were toeing into a pool, and his telekinesis carries his slight and damaged frame through the air. The pain really is incredible. His head feels like it might burst - for some reason, it's funny to him, and he can't bring himself to care.

His work isn't over. He had not failed yet. He had to find Lilia - there's a voice, an instinct, deep in his nerves that urges him to do so. So he enters the city and searches, opening his mind to scan for her. All it would take is a single psychic call from her. ]
Page generated Oct. 18th, 2017 01:38 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios