picture prompt meme.

[basslines]

the picture prompt meme

• — Comment with your character. • — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...) • — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture. • — Link to any pictures that are NSFW. • — Be aware that this meme may be image-heavy.

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

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

Image width and height: <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

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[traumatizing]

[if you're down for some crosscanon with a Young Therapist who is a good boy and also maybe a fear demon?]

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let me know if this works!

[scaregiver]

[Accidental dispersal.

It's almost too mild a phrase for what's happening right now. Too calm to reflect the reality that's sweeping the streets: a rolling fog of fear toxin, swept inward by the sea air and the explosion that had rocked the shipping district not even an hour ago. It moves in like a malevolent cloud, low to the ground, sweeping the citizens of Gotham into a ever-increasing panic. First the dockyards, then the industrial areas, then the financial district...

And for once, it's not even Crane's fault.

The explosion wasn't his, wasn't even one of the other rogues; some gang war gone explosive, catching the shipping container that doubled as his lab in the crossfire and spilling the unrefined toxin into the air. The blast had caught Jonathan in the back, heat and pressure throwing him into the side of the nearest container, concussed and choking on the sudden haze of gas.

And then people began to scream.

He doesn't recall running from the dockyards, though he must have; even in the grip of his own toxin, he knows, he knows that if he stays, the Batman will find him. Catch him. So he runs. He runs, pulse ratcheting up, dark shapes darting, fluttering at the edges of his vision, until he finally stumbles into an alley, presses his back to the wall. It's not real. None of it's real. It's all the toxin. He knows this, and yet...

He squeezes his eyes shut, draws in a ragged breath. He needs to keep moving.

(But if he moves, they'll find him.)]