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A Picture is Worth.... Meme
This ain't your mama's meme. Forget your RNG, forget your tired old prompts.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
It's easy. Comment with your character. Then go comment around.
But instead of pre-filled prompts with words or numbers, you find a gif or image (any gif/image from any canon or scenario you please) that sets the scene.
The picture is the prompt.

WARNING: THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY. AND POSSIBLY NSFW AND THERE MAY BE TRIGGERS.
Some images will not be able to be hidden behind cuts, so please be aware that triggery material may be found within.

If you post an image that is violent or sexual in nature please LINK it, do not embed it into the comment.

Feel free to use this template to stick your image in there.

Good resources for images/gifs are weheartit or tumblr. For not so safe for work gifs/images go here and here.

original meme here

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[Sylvie has not been to the opera since she was a child. But the opportunity has arisen to see Faust and she doesn't want to turn that down, it's a very famous opera and she read the play, after all. She doesn't even mind going alone. She's in one of those side balcony booths to the side of the stage, where only a handful of seats reside. She's dressed in her best, even.

She sits, and before the show begins, she admires the architecture of the theatre, staring up at the ceiling in open-mouthed awe.]

[ it isn't that he can't enjoy music or beauty, because he does. dieter is simply unlikely to seek it out on his own. accordingly, he's here today as an escort to the company owner and his significant other. also accordingly, they're off somewhere enjoying the intimate luxury of the theater and have left dieter with two occupied seats to his left and empty ones to his right.

the girl who sits down next to him gets a fleeting glance (assessing risk) and then a longer look so he can follow her gaze. ]

Haven't been here before?

[ not exactly tactful, but then, he's still tech support by definition. ]

[Why hello there, handsome stranger! Sylvie smiles. If she notices his lack of tact, she doesn't seem to mind.]

Never. Now I can't imagine why. It's beautiful, isn't it?

[She cranes her neck upward again, admiring the ceiling.]

The proportions are pleasing.

[ ... ]

It's enjoyable. [ there, that almost sounded normal. ]

It certainly is! it's so big and grand. I could just stare at the architecture all night, never mind the opera.

[She finds nothing amiss with how you speak at all, sir.]

I'm hoping that the opera will be entertaining as well. [ hoping, anyway, that his ward and significant other won't be too absorbed in physical affection to distract other theater-goers. ]

Have you seen any other operas?

Oh, me too. I love Faust. Well, I read the play by Goethe. I think the opera is similar.

[She shakes her head.]

This will be my first. And what about you?

It isn't my first time here. I usually come with Anthony and his... date.

[ he was so close to saying beau, but anthony prefers the newer terms. old habits die hard, though. he used to call anthony's father's now-wife that. ]

Anthony? I can't say I've made his acquaintance.

[And the chairs alongside them are vacant, so perhaps they haven't arrived yet.]

Friends of yours, then?

Anthony Perkins.

[ they really could have left their coats, but it's mostly reserved seating up here. ]

He's my... [ he hesitates. owner usually isn't a term that people approve of. ]

...superior, at the company he owns.

[ that's not really a thing that's any less weird to say. who goes out as a third wheel with their boss to the opera? ]

Rings no bells, sorry!

[Sylvie doesn't find much strange about it. It just sounds like a business outing to her. Not any stranger than going to the opera by oneself.]

What sort of company is it, do you mind my asking?

It's a security firm.

[ he doesn't smile, but he seems more comfortable talking about work than anything else. ]

People who need protection often look to Perkins. Not a search you'll have to make, I hope. [ look, an attempt at a smile. ]

Ah, I see. No, I don't think so. Although I suppose it can't hurt to keep people in mind, can it?

[She returns his attempt at a smiler with a firmer, brighter one.]

And forgive me, but I don't think I caught your name. I'm Sylvie.

[ he hesitates for a second, before extending a hand to shake. ] Miss Sylvie. I'm Dieter.

[ after another moment, he thinks to ask. ] Would you like a card?

Dieter? My, that's an interesting name, I don't think I've heard it before. Is it German?

[It sounds German to her, at least.]

A... business card? Certainly, if you would like to give one.

It's German in origin, though I am not.

[ made in netherlands, assembled in the u.s. ]

Here. [ he's supposed to give these to potential customers, but it'll work as an introduction. he fishes one out of his breast pocket before handing it to her. it's quite a nice card, minimalistic and beautifully designed. ]

Well, I like it. Just exotic enough, I think.

[She takes the card and looks it over. It's lovely, really, in a way she didn't think business cards could be.]

Thank you.

[She slips it into her purse.]

I would give you one in return, but I haven't got one on hand.

Exotic..? [ that's a new one. ]

It's fine. In any case, you'll probably enjoy the opera.

[ he hesitates. ] If you have any questions — I could explain, if you like. During or after.

[Poor dear, he seems a bit awkward.]

About the... company, or the opera?

[ more than awkward, honestly. ]

Either.

[ his mouth twitches as if he might try to smile again, but at that point, the lights begin to dim. perkins shuffles in with his beau, smiles charmingly at the other people sitting around them in apology, and sits. dieter only glances at him. ]

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