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A Picture is Worth... Meme.

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.

Original Meme here.

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( he'd unbuttoned her dress while she'd been on her knees before him, a knife sharp enough to slit his throat scraping over the skin of his cheeks, his jaw.

eve had stopped him then and not looked back. she doesn't know the whole story; she imagines few people at mi6 do with the possible exception of the former m. still, that james bond, double-oh seven had resigned over a woman was common knowledge, and there'd been plenty rumours what had happened to make him return to duty.

there's also the question of his reputation. eve has no problem with one night stands and she can't deny that she is attracted to bond, but that doesn't mean she wants to be a rebound, a stepping stone or a way to chase the shadows away for one night only. not when she's going to work with him after, not when she wants his respect.

so she'd stopped him and she hasn't regretted it since. it doesn't mean she hasn't sometimes wondered. she doesn't think it's going to come up again. )

Agent 007. ( inclining her head in greeting when he walks into the room, summoned by m. ) You're late.

[ And if her having such close control over the situation at that moment in time, in the middle of a mission, redefining the meaning of a 'close shave', old-fashioned ideas and everything still plainly recalled to mind, it doesn't really seem as though there could really be any situation where he couldn't make it be a topic that resurges. There are almost any number of adjectives and epithets that can be attributed to the all-but-nameless man at this point, and 'cautious' has never been one of them. Neither 'prudent', nor 'puritanical'. In fact, basically the precise opposites. ]

Forgot to reset my watch.

[ It's an apology said with as little apologetic tone as one can reasonably muster for such a mundane sentence, because he is fully aware he's late, and for M, he doesn't much care. The man may have earned a modicum of respect for not proving to be a complete figurehead, but there's a long road between earning the respect and trust he held for the former bearer of the title and someone who could arguably just be said to have been acting in a crisis.

She, on the other hand. It's almost remarkable how small the feelings for someone who shot him off a moving train on a four hundred foot bridge happen to be. ]

Should I report to the headmaster instead?

( No, if his reputation and the adjectives attributed to him contain even some truth — and a reputation is often based at least originally in the truth, if not specifically constructed — then he would likely not hesitate to revisit the topic, should he be so inclined. Even isn't sure how she would react, then, but one thing she has learned as a field agent is that plans are well and good, but thinking on your feet? That is what saves you in the end. Plans fall apart. )

That's quite tragic. M had to leave for another appointment, but I'm sure I could find someone willing to play the headmaster for you. ( Dry, and more than a little teasing.

She shot him, and some nights she still finds the image of his body falling superimposed over everything else; she was following orders and she is not going to reveal any lingering regret or weakness on the matter. It is what it is. )

[ He'd be pleased to know that she follows his reputation and adjectives so closely. Potentially even flattered, because when I said it was amazing how small the feelings for someone who had shot you happen to be, I meant it was remarkable, the size of the negative ones. Whatever field respect and faith he had in her before, as fellow field agents depending on each other for their lives, that's still there. Hasn't transferred away at all when she transferred out of that arena and into an altogether different one. ]

I'm sure there are several; some of them might even make me enjoy it.

[ Straight, but with a crinkle around his eye and a curl at his lip, basically an out and out smile as far as Bond and his face are concerned. ]

( Any 00 agent is quite a big deal, though Eve would not mention it to any of them, bloody big egos. She makes it her business to know about them, even more so these days than when she'd still been a field agent.

And then there's the small matter of having shot and shaven this particular 00 agent. )

Perhaps you'd like to go talk to either of them, then?

( Her own expression hardly changes, an eyebrow raised quite succinctly, except — except she is laughing internally. Sparring with Bond like this is always a pleasure. )

[ The size of the ego is there to make up for the smallness in number. If he's seventh, can you even imagine having to handle the second or third on a day-to-day basis? Don't even bother considering the first, it's just too painful to think about.

It's okay, you don't have to be obvious, he can still tell. ]

And I was so certain I'd find one of them here.

( truly a terrifying thought. those files, too, pass her desk. )

I don't know whether you'd enjoy it or not, Mr Bond, but what makes you think I'd play the headmaster? ( a twitch to the corner of her mouth, unconcealed. )

Roleplay already?

[ He, for his part, prefers never to interact with the other 00s. It's just easier that way, to keep them all nicely spread out. ]

The outfit I have in mind wouldn't really fit me. [ Too narrow in the shoulders, deep in the chest, short on the thigh, etc. ] 'Already'? [ Have you forgotten all that time in the field so easily, Ms. Moneypenny? What was all that if not roleplay? ]

( what happens if you put two or more 00 agents into one room together? perhaps better not to find out. either it would end in homicide, or in them getting along too well for anyone's comfort. )

Don't elaborate, I can guess. ( Yeah. That. ) Already, Mr Bond. ( Because it doesn't count when it's work. )

[ a quad-o alliance. horrifying.

that is, again, what passes for a smirk, because of course, that doesn't count, although as far as he's concerned, if he sees the net results of such role-play out in the field, it counts well enough for him. ] I enjoy a direct approach.

That doesn't come as much as a surprise. ( she's heard about his conquests, of course. you can't be a 00 agent without building up a reputation in mi6, and his is one of fast cars, of alcohol, and of women. he doesn't seem to mind much when they end up dead sooner or later, and it would make eve uncomfortable to be attracted to someone who sees women only as cards in a game, except she understands the mindset — and she has no plans to fall prey to it.

if, if she choses to sleep with him, it will be on her terms. )

[ He imagines that not much surprises Ms. Moneypenny, even regardless of whether or not she's working in the field or at a desk. She has that unique gift. ]

And what do you prefer?

[ If he is direct, she seems something more along the lines of 'smooth'. Not that he can't also be smooth, just... There are times when he uses it and times when he does not. For him, it's a tool. For her, it feels like more a state of self. For her, he thinks, the direct approach is the tool.

If it helps at all, she has distinguished herself thus far as quite the unique and special card. Her card will be retired from use, afterwards. If there is one to be had. ]

( that is a rather accurate analysis of both of them. she'd applaud his sense of introspective, if she knew of it.

the art is not so much in not being surprised, as it is in not letting her own surprise, when it does happen, faze her. )

That depends entirely on the situation, Mr Bond.

[ luckily for the both of them, he is only keen on offering meaningful character analysis to that same character when there are komodo dragons in the room, so ]

Situations are frequently influenced by personal desire.

( luckily, there are no komodo dragons in this room, nor does eve have any interest in acquiring them. )

You don't say. ( a slow smile. )

[ oh but he does. he doesn't say much, but he says. ]

Mm, and circumstance. These, circumstances, right now - they could be far more entertaining.

And let me guess: you'd be more entertained by someone playing headmaster to your naughty schoolboy.

I was thinking lunch, but I'm willing to let my desires be influenced.

I think I'd prefer lunch, Mr Bond.

When do you get off?

I set my own schedule, Mr Bond.

A statement not often applicable to government employees.

We are hardly typical government employees.

[ He's holding her coat out for her. ]

And where is it that the atypical government employees tend to go for lunch?

i don't even know what i'm doing here

giving in to my enabling skills like you should obviously

like i normally do, i think you mean

i have no idea what you're talking about. none.

UH HUH I BELIEVE THAT

i am so glad your words are entirely void of sarcasm.

so void. void-born. made of the void.

uh huh

8D

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