the picture prompt meme.

[chatona]

the picture prompt meme

1. Comment with your character.
   
2. Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
   
3. Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
   
4. Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy and may contain NSFW images. 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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[mccallmemaybe]

[afieldsmedal]

[ She has him touch her breasts, and in the end things just get awkward.

It's not thrilling, it's not arousing, and he's not very informative. It gets awkward when he gets awkward, because there's just some sort of disjointed mumbling and when she probes to get his opinion, she gets the idea he's really just telling her what she wants to hear. Yeah, they're, um, great? Well, great-question-mark wasn't on the scale. There was a metal check space for great-exclamation-point, but Lydia's not up for disillusionment and shoves his hands away.

It's awkward when she puts her shirt on, so she tells him there are sodas in the fridge (information that doubles as a thinly veiled demand to get out of her room for a bit) and organic Pop Tarts in the cupboard (because Jackson eats literally everything in her house all the time now and she figures it much be a lycanthropy thing). By the time he gets back, her shirt is on and she's picked up the phone he has such a hard time answering from where it was hosted on her desk and is scrolling through it.

She's already been through his messages and wouldn't look really guilty if he had walked in while she was reading all of Stiles' unanswered texts. But as it is, she's moved on from messages to .mp3 files, and when her bedroom door opens, she favors him with an unamused scowl. ]

I've never heard of any of these bands.

[mccallmemaybe]

[ It's really hard for Scott to not get awkward when he's groping a girl in a situation that isn't meant to be foreplay. Not that foreplay can't be awkward. But he gets all kinds of tongue-tied (not that he's normally a smooth talker or anything) when Lydia asks for his opinion that doesn't seem to meet her definition of helpful in the slightest. As soon as she mentions refreshments, he takes the hint and goes downstairs.

He manages to find a food tray in the kitchen to put the plate of pop tarts and sodas on, carrying it upstairs with him. The sight of her looking through his phone makes him stop in his tracks a little. He'd be kind of pissed at the invasion of privacy but it's not like he's got anything incriminating on it.

Her scowl makes him raise an eyebrow at her in return with some added sarcasm: ] If I'd have known you were gonna look at my phone, I would have updated my music library to your tastes. [ Scott puts the tray down on her bed, then pulls out some in-ear headphones from his pocket. ] Do you want to listen to some? You might like them. [ He'll just dangle the headphones in front of her until she says yes, otherwise they'll be eating their pop tarts in silence while they think about the awkward thing that happened. ]

[afieldsmedal]

[ He's baiting her like one would an angry kitten, except ear buds replace feathers and bells on the end of a plastic stick. She's batting at them anyway — scowls at him while deciding if she was going to actually acquiesce to his proposal. It's poorly veiled mockery, she suspects, but for once she and Scott McCall are on a similar page because sitting in silence glaring at his electronics somehow even got awkward.

Snatching the headphones from his hand is, admittedly, not unlike angry cats batting at birds, and proceeds to get comfortable on her bedspread like she means to eat it — feathers and all! Though eating is more like plugging the buds into the jack and twisting the miniature speaker into her ear. Lydia pauses long enough to snap ]

Do not get crumbs in my bed.

[ at him before selecting a reasonably harmless looking First Date by Blink-182. (Okay, them she'd at least heard of.) ]

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Scott pulls back his hand when she snatches the headphones out of his, as though she's the one with the claws. ]

Yes, mom. [ He immediately regrets calling her that because of what happened ten minutes ago.

He takes his shoes off because if she doesn't want crumbs on her bed, she definitely doesn't want dirty sneakers either. He sits next to her with his back against the pillows against her headboard and puts the other bud in his ear.

(He tries not to die a little on the inside when she chooses that song on because it reminds him of Allison and he misses her.) ]

Why do you have organic pop tarts? [ Scott's almost afraid to eat it, like anything organic contains poison. And if this was meant to be just-listening-and-no-talking-time, Scott didn't get the memo. ]

[afieldsmedal]

[ Jackson's commented on her 'claws' before, so now it just must be a consensus. (Though he complains less now that the scratch marks fade almost instantly, even if he doesn't exactly like her touching the back of his neck anymore.) She doesn't pay any heed to his mom comment, busying herself with disentangling the headphones and focusing on the opening chords, but there's plenty of mental remarks about how she hopes he has better ways to reassure his mother of her physical appearance - preferably none that involve her breasts.

She appreciates that he takes off his shoes. In all honesty, she'd like him to not wear any of his dirty sports boy clothes in her bed, but there's no way to bring that up without sounding terribly suggestive and inappropriate. Sharing earbuds already means they're tethered to each other, tied at close range, and awkward practically oozes from their pores as it is. So Lydia bites her tongue and patiently listens to the tasteless music.

Until he insults her pop tarts. ]

There's supposed to be less sugar and GMO's, and contain more natural fruit filling so they're better for you. [ And her mom does most of the grocery shopping. ]