the picture prompt

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the integrated picture prompt meme

I —comment with your character. include preferences (gen/shippy/smut/au/all)
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.

IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.

Link to an image: <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a>

Embed an image in your reply: <img src=IMAGEURL>

You can control width and height of your pictures: <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

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[dreamkid]

[ roses are red, pictures are hard, but if any of these work please thread with me :T ]

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YESSSS

[wakens]

[ gansey had seen more of matthew before niall's untimely death. he'd spent a lot of time at the barns with ronan, after all, which meant meeting his golden little brother. if anyone fell under the category of 'angelic', matthew lynch was top of the list.

the day is the perfect temperature, as it always is when they step into cabeswater and will it so. the soft sunlight pouring through the canopy is the right kind of warm on exposed skin, and gansey has been enjoying sitting against one of the massive trees of the forest, writing in his journal.

a glance shows him that matthew has wandered over this way after, no doubt, ronan asked to speak to aurora alone. not wanting matthew to stray too far on his own, gansey closes his journal and calls him over. ]

Hey, Matthew. Come here a minute.

[ he's untying the twine that was holding his pen and pencil to his journal, knotting it at the end. most likely matthew's played these games before, but maybe gansey can show him a trick or two. ]

\o/

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew was indeed in danger of wandering until Gansey called to him; of course the main attraction of Cabeswater to him is his mother but that doesn't mean there aren't plenty of other things there to distract him in the rare moments when her attention is being monopolized by someone other than himself.

Today the distraction is a bird, one he can hear but can't see and as he drifts through the trees with his head tipped upwards trying to catch a glimpse, that perfect sunlight falls on his fresh face and soft curls in a way that makes him look even more angelic.

In his own way, he's right at home in Cabeswater.

But he stops looking and comes right away when called, smiling at Gansey a bit foolishly as he tromps over. ]

Hey, Gansey. What's up?

[ He plops down near him, giving the twine a curious look. ]

[wakens]

[ when gansey wonders what it must be like to have a younger brother, all he has to do is think of matthew and ronan. the fierce and dedicated way ronan loves him, and the way matthew looks up to him.

he thinks, though, that there's something special about matthew. always bright and cheery, always eager to do things, always curious in a charming and endearing way. he's an odd contrast to ronan and declan.

slipping his fingers through the twine, he looks at matthew and tilts his head. ]

You might have seen some of these before. [ his fingers fit between the string in a basic trick, and he holds his hands apart. there's a space between the taut pull of strings criss crossing, enough for a hand. ] Put your hand in there.

[dreamkid]

[ Lynches tend to be in contrast to one another at all times but it's true that Matthew is just... different from his brothers, almost impervious to the ugliness of the world regardless of the ugly things that happen to him.

As for Gansey he's like family, even if he's not family. He was there before everything went bad and he's here now, and in that way he's set apart from Ronan's other friends.

Matthew scoots in to get a better view. ]

Oh yeah, I have seen some of these. [ This one is new to him though, as far as he can remember--it's been a while since he and his brothers played this game--and he obliges with a smile and without hesitation, putting his hand through the crossed strings and waiting to see what happens next. ]