A Picture is Worth... Meme.

[yohko]

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.
<a href="http://IMAGEURL" _fcksavedurl="http://IMAGEURL">TRIGGER WARNING GOES HERE</a>
Feel free to use this template to stick your image in there.
<img src="IMAGE URL" _fcksavedurl="IMAGE URL"width="400"><br />

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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[theassassin]

[Well, it's equal parts training and stubbornness, honestly. She's cold, but he's colder.]

Through the force of sheer will.

[She sets her mug down on the floor and shifts over to snuggle up to Tony, and pull the blanket around her.]

Once your finished with your cup, I'll see what I can do.

[A pause.]

We could disrobe, body heat for warmth is most effective when nude and under the blanket.

[Reaching down she picks up her mug and takes a drink, before meeting his eyes. And there it is, that smile again. Making it difficult to tell if she's serious or not.]

[hulkbusted]

[Muttered] It's like you knew my ancestors.

The Aesir can't have him. We're bringing him back if we take him with us. We'd never be forgiven for losing a national treasure.

[greenisnteasy]

[No -- no, this definitely isn't Loki. It'd only been a half a second of recognition, enough to give him pause, and really, thinking he saw Loki's face in a crowd should be enough to stop him dead in his tracks, to put the fear of a god in him, appropriately. It wouldn't be entirely fear, of course, not really; he's still angry, bitter that Loki took advantage of Bruce for his own means. He still can't get over how paper-thin that whole plan was. What if SHIELD hadn't outsourced to Bruce, and what if Bruce hadn't come? He had to have been something that Loki settled on after the fact, after Clint maybe. Still, he was used like a pawn, which is enough to leave him, yeah, afraid of it happening again and angry that it happened at all.

But, not relevant here. This is some woman, some strange woman in a crowd in India who happens to speak English and in the right light, looks a little like someone who once turned Bruce inside out as a means to an end. He digs up a smile and nods.]

American. What about you?

[shaves]

[ Laughing along with Thor and giving a shrug when losing Steve is brought up (not for the first time) his hand slides behind Bruce on the couch to rest in the small of his back in a casual enough brush, the same one that Pepper finds herself chaperoned by when they're out at a gala or some other event.

Only now, it's transferred itself to lend knowledge of his support to Bruce when his parents, however briefly, are touched upon. ]

Thor can take us all to his house for a sleepover, we'll call it mission reconnaissance to be on the safe side.

[dudebrodinson]

Verily. We'll call a hunt! Clint Barton's skills will shine in that, I think. [And he wants all of his friends to have a Moment.]

[ppk]

You forget: I can be virtually everywhere and anywhere at once without stepping foot on a plane. But by all means, add sitting in a chair to your list of skills as a field agent.

( q will defend his reluctance to fly to whatever extent it takes to convince people that it isn't a detriment to his job. after all, that's the beauty of technology, isn't it? he can do everything he needs to do in his pajamas as long as he has access to a half-decent laptop. he comes into the office to oversee his department, and sometimes for the access he has to technology that isn't at home. either way, nothing he does should ever entail him needing to travel beyond a simple tube ride here and there.

in fact, he's not even sure why he's here at all, and not some lower-ranked member of q division. what's the point of being the bloody quartermaster if he can't assign these things to his subordinates? it's that thought, and the newest bit of turbulence that causes to drain the rest of the martini glass without really dwelling on the taste. it's this high level of mental stress that is causing him to be a bit pricklier with his retorts than he usually is. he's usually able to be a bit more subtle about it. unless there's boasting involved. )

They're very thorough about it all. Meticulous. You'd be surprised.

( and bond's file is the thickest of all of them, barring those that he doesn't have the clearance to read, and they are few and far between. )

[hulkbusted]

If we're bringing Clint, we have to bring Natasha. [He gives Tony a thin-lipped smile and leans back into that support. There are teammates and there are partners. He's glad to have both.]

Let's do it. Fury will go nuts if we all disappear off the face of the Earth at once.

[shaves]

I'm almost tempted to say we should, but he really would flip a continent.

[ Giving Thor a considering look. ]

I'd take a portable suit just because, obviously, but how do you think a mortal would hold his own on one of those hunts? Not being a hawk-eyed prodigy with a bow and arrow, I mean.

/unfriended

[ppk]

( people look at q and they make certain assumptions based on his youth in a division full of old men, based on the way he speaks and the way he dresses. he's the new dog in an elite, ruthless pack. there isn't anyone currently working at mi6 who hasn't sized him up in some way or another. the difference is that even despite their disagreements, q actually respects bond in a way. in his own, nebulous way. he wants to prove himself to him. he wants to impress him. and that's exactly how silva got into their system. q's been paying for that incident ever since, trying to rebuild his credibility. he feels the weight of that expectation acutely.

but he understands why they bicker so often. in fact, he almost enjoys it.

what he doesn't enjoy is the three or four seconds of absolute panic that runs through him when bond shouts those two words that q had been secretly dreading all along. he tries to crane his neck to see the emergency chute, but he can't reach either of them, and the ground is rushing up to them so quickly, and -- )

You absolute bloody bastard.

( congratulations, bond, for being the first person to crack that facade of professionalism in his entire tenure at mi6. working relationships be damned, he's still trying to keep his heart from feeling like it's going to burst out of his chest. )

[fe_male]

[ He sips at his drink while he keeps watching her carefully, because it's always better to watch her carefully. Very carefully.

And then what. He seriously can't tell if she's being serious or not, and he doesn't really have the faculty right now to sit there and work it out. ]

Are you serious or are you just screwing with me?

he'll be back. bond ain't bovvered

[unstirred]

[ In turn, Bond laughs like the bloody bastard he is, a snort that dissolves into a throaty chuckle. ]

Oh, don't be so dramatic. You're alright. Besides, shouldn't you have been prepared for this sort of view after looking at all those satellite photos? Or is it really not the same at all?

I can't help think Tony's brain is going to fritz out.

[theassassin]

I'm perfectly serious.

[Yes. Even her tone leaves it difficult to determine her actual intent. She takes another drink from her mug, watching him.

She is of course getting a touch of enjoyment from this, she always has had an odd sense of comedic timing.]

I'm almost finished, if you are, I'll get out of these clothes and take care of you.

[treachery]

[ A quiet laugh, nearly inaudible across the space between them. ]

Oh, your death will not come so soon. I wouldn't allow you even that paltry mercy.

[ He does not draw away from Thor's advance; his stillness is unnatural, manufactured, like a calm of reflection before the blade slips silver into the night. He is a serpent, coiled and ready to strike. ]

But do not mistake me — I will not return. You would sooner dash my brains upon the road and take my hollow corpse instead to the prison of Odin Child-Thief's crafting.

it pretty much is, yes.

[fe_male]

[ He's still drinking from his mug - it's really quite hot but that's both nice in itself, combating the intense cold creeping within him, and it's something he's just not paying much attention to anyway, since she's being... very something. He can't tell what it is just yet, but it's a lot of whatever it is.

He's also not going to touch his own clothes until he sees her start to mess with hers - this feels a lot like some sort of hazing thing, like the rest of the team is going to pop out, 'Gotcha!' except this isn't actually high school and there's no reason for his imagination to be doing things like that to him aside from the fact that it apparently just hates him. Right now, he sort of hates it a little bit too. ]

Won't take long. Just a little more to go. [ Sip, sip, drink. ]

It'll be alright. /pets him

[theassassin]

[She finishes her mug and sets it down on the floor again, following the move with a stretch of her back, before she stands. Tugging the zipper on her suit she drags it down slowly, exposing the creamy flesh beneath.

Either she's going to take this all the way or make him think she is, and do so very convincingly as right now her hand is moving up to push the garment from her shoulders letting it fall to gather at her hips.

What is modesty? Glancing over at him again she raises a brow, and asks.]

Ready yet?

....are you sure because it's not looking like it

[fe_male]

[ ............o.. okay. sure. that was a series of events he was expecting to happen, sure. totally. He follows the trail of the zipper, then the descent of the garment, eyes taking in as much as possible about what was just revealed to the cold winter air.

Those eyes snap back up to her when she speaks again. ]

Uhhh. Yeah. Look, all gone. Totally ready. What am I doing again? Taking things off is just going to be colder. I'm sort of ... against the cold, right now. Mostly.

Okay maybe not so sure... but I was trying to be reassuring.

[theassassin]

[She smirks, a little curl of her lips, and unfastens her belt setting it off to the side.

Sitting down again she tilts her head at him.]

For the short term, yes, it will be colder. However, I assure you that once I get under the blanket with you, the cold will not be an issue any longer.

good job. :|

[fe_male]

[ stare. ]

Seriously, are you being serious, or just like, hazing, or what, I really can't... Tell, it's a little disconcerting. [ But he's also fucking freezing and hey you know what if he gets naked under this blanket and she was joking and he starts to like, pass out from the cold, that's her problem to deal with, right?

...Yay? ] Okay. [ It's like he answered his own question and didn't tell her the question or the thought process involved. Maybe he's already too cold, or is that just normal? Regardless, he lets moderately less shaking hands go at his shirt, pulling it up over his head. ]

I try.

[theassassin]

[Just... don't drool.. Okay?]

Stark, do I seriously look like I'm just toying with you.

[Ha! That probably isn't helping anything. But to make her point, once his shirt is off she stands again, shimmies out of the rest of the suit and steps out of it.

There you go, Tony. Naked. And it's clearly cold, if the goosebumps that rise along her flesh and her perfectly peaked nipples weren't an indication.]

Pants as well, if you don't mind, make it quick I'd like to minimize your exposure as much as possible.

do you. do you really

[fe_male]

...No. [ but that's what makes it seem like she's messing with him most of all!!!!

also really if you wanted him to do something quickly you shouldn't have suddenly become like at least 50% more distracting. there's a moment, a moment, maybe another mo-- okay right he's supposed to be doing something. there's some fumbling under the blanket before he gets irritated and flings it off to the side a little bit - his hands are still not cooperating that well and getting the button and the fly taken care of while he wasn't looking at them was harder than he was expecting. but, that done, with one more quick glance up at her - because really. really? - he shucks off the pants as well.

and is now freezing, jesus, can he make a grab for the blanket, or ]

No. I really don't... You caught me.

[theassassin]

[She doesn't give him time to even make a play for the blanket before she's stretched out and press against him. Her chest to his, she reaches up and pulls the blanket down over them, kicking it carefully with her feet to cover them completely.

She's sorry, but her skin is a little cooler than she might have liked, but she can't exactly blame him for the extra time it took to get to the necessary state of undress. Between cold fingers and distraction.]

There. Things should heat up now.

i feel so triumphant.

[fe_male]

[ uhm

uhm

holy god?? what

he swallows once because hey wow that's some fantasy that's happening like right now or something, sure, and she is a little cool, but that's fine, since most of his blood is rushing to the surface of his skin anyway and yeah she's right, things will heat up. it's great that she's stopped moving her legs around, getting the blanket in place. he appreciates the effort, and it was totally necessary, but he'd almost just as soon she not really. move. anymore. ]

Idea you've used a lot?

As you should. Gold star.

[theassassin]

I have on a few occasions, yes.

[When she speaks her breath is warm on his neck. Her arms, one tucked under her the other over his body. She situates herself so that her feet are over his, offering every tiny bit of contact she can. It's intimate in the sense that she cares enough to do what she can to make him more comfortable.

And at the same time, not really making as big an effort to not make him uncomfortable with the way she slides her body against his to make whatever adjustments that need to be made.

Thankfully, they have the shack and the couch. A bed would have been equally acceptable, as apposed to digging a whole in the snow. Another survival trick, that while works effectively is no where near as comfortable.]

[lov]

[brim]