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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.

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[ Sloan's glasses are perched on her nose, tipped down just enough that she can look through them without having to tilt her head down too much. She's been quiet for a while. One could even say studious, which is a word that has applied well to Sloan in general for much of her young adult and adult life. ]

Okay, [ she says slowly, finally. She doesn't look up at Arthur, but her eyebrows pinch momentarily. She falls quiet again, and another two seconds tick by. ] Okay. [ She holds up the rectangles of colour samples, and now she looks up, squinting her eyes over the tops of her glasses like she's trying to focus on something just out of her range of sight. ] These are all grey, right?

[ Arthur's opting for studious. He's a big favor of studious — he's perfectly studious in his own right, searching through his own pack of samples for the card that had buttercream on it to compare it against ivory. Arthur's got a fine-point sharpie and a small pad of post-its poised and ready to go, occasionally pausing to scribble or cross out whatever colors aren't or are making the cut. ]

They're different shades of grey, [ he corrects, barely pausing as he scribbles down another contender. Yes, they are all grey, but the last time Arthur didn't pay attention to which shade the trim in his bathroom was he'd had a fucking conniption a week later and renovated the whole apartment, an occasion that had absolutely nothing to do with how he had already run out of things to do two days into his 'vacation time'. Something about dropping property values didn't quite sit right with him anyway.

A beat later and, without a hint of dryness, he adds: ] I like Seachange.

[ Sloan has to flip all of the cards over and read through them one at a time in order to figure out which one is Seachange. And then she flips them back over and stares at this so-called Seachange in the hopes of figuring out what the person who named it must have been seeing that she isn't.

The thing is: Sloan likes pretty things. She likes Gucci and Balenciaga. She likes sleekly-made high heels. She likes the idea of a home that's been well thought-out, where each furniture choice has been carefully made, even if too much use of the word "curated" makes her want to through things. If asked, she might even admit that this predisposition for well-made, pretty things is part of why she keeps Arthur around. Because damn

But the thing is that she doesn't really know a lot about it in the end. She can name a few designers she likes because that's practical. But in between being able to quote where the Dow last closed at at any given point in time and being able to recite and analyze the causes of every financial crisis and almost-crisis in the last five hundred years, there wasn't a room for a whole lot more. "Human knowledge," Kenzie called it. ]

It's pretty, [ she confirms, because it is. Then she looks up and narrows her eyes at him. ] Are you sure this a decision you want my help with?

A Picture is Worth.... Meme

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