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.

Comments

[burdenof]

[lokimotion]

[ariaofsoma]

As I have said, my name is Soma Cruz. As for what I am, that has changed due to the powers I inherited during a solar eclipse.

[She keeps her ground, unafraid of the creature moving towards her.]

Why am I here? I don't know. Something drew me back here. I couldn't leave.

ariadne | inception

[constructs]

[rageagainstgod]

The name means nothing. Who are you. Who trained you, from where do you hail, from where do you have my power? [He is pacing her, attempting to circle.] An eclipse. No, there is more to it. I must know.

This castle. My Castle.

[ariaofsoma]

I'm not sure how I ended up here. The year was 2036 when I last checked. In 2035, I was watching a solar eclipse with my friend and was brought to Dracula's castle along with several others. It wasn't until after I started fighting through the castle to save my friends that I found out the reason I was there to begin with.

[She lets him circle, keeping her eyes forward.]

I was supposed to be Dracula reincarnated.

[hulkbusted]

[Bruce was not big on surprises, particularly not ones that started with the ground giving out under his feet. It seemed like whenever things like that happened, everything went to a raging green hell in no time.

His breath was harsh in his ears, his heart pounding too fast in response to the fight or flight adrenaline. Keep it together, Banner. Keep it together!]

Geir Dagnasson | Scion OC

[odinsscion]

[fe_male]

[laevisilaufeyson]

Crowley | Supernatural

[pocketfulofsouls]

[agile]

Dexter Morgan | Serial Killers Killing Serial Killers

[bayharbor]

[dudebrodinson]

[couldntdecide]

[One of the good things about being in the hospital, Phil supposes, is that people tend to fuss over you. Especially if they feel guilty about your reason for being there.

His apartment was leveled when one of those space-worms powered down and crushed his building, which meant that his collection of vintage comics was ruined. But somehow, he's managed to acquire a pretty impressive selection again, as each of his visitors brings a little something with them whenever they stop by. Phil still feels petty enough about the whole thing — Nick dipped his priceless trading cards in his own blood, that bastard — that he hasn't told them to stop.

Today, he's propped up in bed, idly flipping through one of the comics Clint brought by yesterday, waiting until his physical therapy session. It's not for a few hours yet, he has time to kill.]

[stiffs]

Mary Magdalene || Xenosaga

[psychi_kosmos]

Laguna Loire || Final Fantasy VIII

[esthar_president]

[ppk]

( q's life is his work, and his work is his life. frankly, he doesn't know any other way of living, and neither has one ever been presented to him. he doesn't have interpersonal relationships beyond the offices of MI6, where men and women older and more experienced than he is address him as sir, as befitting his status as head of the department. the agency always chooses the best, those ready to lay it all on the line for queen and country.

bond's line, not his. he doesn't claim patriotism to be his motivation.

and he certainly doesn't go on holidays. if there are days off to be had, q spends it planted firmly in his apartment, clad in flannel pajamas with a computer in his lap. he doesn't visit the countryside, he doesn't go jet-setting to exotic locales. but moneypenny's insistence ( and she is moneypenny now, after so many months of steady rapport-building ) had been firm, and her methods effective.

everyone at mi6 lives while they have the chance, because in a job like theirs, one has to seize the day where it presents itself. ( they don't tell you about the death rates when you sign up, but everyone knows ).

q sits in the passenger side seat. he doesn't drive. he takes the tube every morning and evening without fail, looking for all the world like any other university student in his cardigans and plaid pants. there's a tablet in lap, blinking lights and numbers that keeps him connected with all of his various departmental duties - but for now, he's looking out the window instead. )

You never mentioned where it was we were going, exactly.

( but he knows, naturally. he's got a gps system accurate to ten metres hooked up to a free-standing network. but perhaps, for the sake of small-talk, he can pretend that he doesn't. )

[hulkbusted]

[How had he ended up agreeing to have Thor over for pizza? This was obviously going to be one of the least best ideas he'd had all week.

The delivery driver was just pulling out of the driveway after dropping off a stack of pizza boxes, most of which reeked of sausage or pepperoni, when he heard the first rumble of thunder out of a previously clear sky.]

[resurrection]

[ no amount of planning in the world could account for the variables that get thrown your way in the field. no matter; it's half the fun of field work anyway when it doesn't put too much of a damper on the outcome. the gala their mark is hosting has left them in this tussle in formal attire, something james is all too familiar with. as he's taking out the second man (with his own knife no less) he steals a look over the even to see how she's holding up in her dior evening gown, though the gun shot from her beretta confirms it before he can get a good look. perhaps she's not the most experienced partner to have but she's a good shot and just about as capable as they come. ]

I thought I'd have to intervene.

[ his remark is teasing though laced with compliment as he lets the last of the henchmen drop to the ground. not a drop of blood on him, no hits to the face, and not even a scuff on his shoes. he fixes his tie, readjusts and buttons his tuxedo jacket and signals for eve to follow him through the door and up the service stairs.

it's a long climb to the top but the electrical maintenance room is the perfect vantage point of the stage. all they have to do is pick off the speaker as he walks to the front and let the mayhem do the rest. assuming they can get out on the pre-planned route they set it's just a matter of waiting for updates on the extraction point from tanner. simple enough. ]

Your shot, Eve. Make it count.

[ he picks up the sniper rifle case he stowed in the room and hands it to her, moving out of the way to give her access to the window. ]

Dominick Cobb | Inception

[needsmoartrain]

[interiordesign]

That's a nice look on you.

[ Can you hear the smirk in his voice, because it should be pretty obvious even over the radio. It's not an entirely unusual situation - for the moment everything is still in standby, not even fully in surveillance, because none of the targets have shaken the more conventional methods yet, nor do they show any signs of being capable of it - but that just means there's less reason not to try and have a little fun with it. And by proxy, whatever partners happen to be involved.

And he does enjoy messing with partners. It doesn't necessarily lead anywhere, but it's fun in the meantime. ]

[longlivethewitch]

[blends]