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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[stiffs]

[Ever since magic returned to Storybrooke and the spark of life returned to August's wooden body, he kept himself hidden. No one in the town would give him a second look, being a fully grown wooden man, but he can't bring himself to be seen anyway. Not when he would be a disappointment, when Blue would look at him with pity for his inability to just be good, when Gipetto would be distraught.

He's listened in, he knows Emma isn't around. He'll wait, he decides, until she's rescued. There's nothing he can do like this anyway, creaking and fragile.

It's only nights when he comes back into town from the woods, collecting anything he might need or want, even if what he might need or want is a glimpse of his father in the window or Henry going up to Mary Margaret's apartment with David. Now is one of those nights, in which he was trying to sneak into the inn, to get some things from his room.

At the sound of feet, he hid, and just in time to see Red change. Two people thinking they were alone.]

[andwolf]

[ she catches her reflection in a window as she rises to straighten herself out. not that this was necessary - more for personal vanity than anything else. ]

Ah. [ a spot of dirt on her cheek, a little blood on her chin. she rubs those away with the heel of her palm. sometimes she simply wakes up in her room, smelling of the woods at dawn - other times she likes to look at the town just as the pinks and oranges of the sun color the walls and begin to cast shadows. she curves her head to the side to hear a pleasant crack in her neck and sharply turns, a scent filling her nostrils.

that's familiar. ]

[stiffs]

[Well that's not good. He knows enough to know that a werewolf's scent of smell is impressive to say the least, so that sniff and turn would make him tense--if he could tense anymore. He tries not to move an inch, not make a sound, hiding in the shadows. Should he need to, he would break into a run.]