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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.
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Feel free to use this template to stick your image in there.

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Original Meme here.

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[ As far as he was concerned, this was all that any emergency winter weather kit needed - nice blanket, and some irish hot chocolate. Perfect, right? They'd even stumbled across a little shack that was working well enough. One of them had come back in with firewood - at this point he genuinely didn't remember if it had been him who went out and got it or if she had, he was just cold, trying to keep his core warm because it and his feet always got cold first and one was a little more life-threatening than the other, and burying himself into the cushions as far as he could with his half of the blanket managed to work. The water - it had been snow - was coming to a boil, and he could already almost smell the concoction, feel the warmth of the hot-hot-too-hot-mug in his hands as he waited for it to cool - oh it was going to be lovely.

In the meanwhile, he was so cold though that he wasn't even really talking that much. Nothing to be annoying about when you're just not paying attention to it, or when you have a hole in your chest right to your heart and you're starting to slow down because you don't feel cold from the outside so much as you feel it from the inside radiating outwards. He pushes in deeper, curls up more, watches the water as best as he can from this little cocoon he's making. ]

[Leave it to Tony to bring the 'necessary' supplies. Cocoa and Irish creme certainly beats, the shitty instant coffee that's in her pack. No complaints from her side, even after she went out for the firewood. It was clear to her at the time that it would be easier for both of them if she did it. So, she left him there to try to get warm under the blankets, wandered out to the wood pile, dug out a few of the more dry pieces she could find and brought them back in to start a fire.

Once that was done, she did what any good Russian trained assassin would do, went on a quick perimeter check and left the man to do the cooking. Now that she's sure everything is as secure as a remote, nearly run down shack can be she takes a seat on the end of the couch and pulls her damp boots off, before she tucks her feet under her and curls up on the opposite end of the couch.

If it weren't for the fact that she can tell he's struggling with the cold, she might almost be amused by the way he's nestled down in the blanket with basically only his face showing. For now though, she's concerned, more for the fact that she's not going to want to have to write the incident report if he doesn't make it than for any other reason-

really.]

[ What.

He'd be a little happier about her presence again if she were going to be a little closer, although some selfish part of him is dancing still, at the idea of not being stuck all the way out here by himself. His armor is over in the corner, needing repairs, and he's having a hard time reaching out to stoke the fire properly, hiding the shiver as well as he can from the woman he's just remembered ran around outside for like, half an hour - maybe it was three, his sense of time is a little off - and now seems to be perfectly okay on the other end of the couch.

Maybe he'll at least try and strike up conversation. He should have by now anyway. ]

Nothing out there?

[What?

She'd move closer, but she'd rather that she's at least passably warm before she does so, it would be counter-productive to try to assist in warming him if her body and hands are still icy cold from outside.

She stokes the fire and picks up the battered pot when the water boils, his hands are shaking too much for him to do it on his own- though, scaling water would probably solve one problem and create another.

Natasha pours the hot liquid in the mugs and mixes them before handing one back to him and setting it firmly in his hands. She takes her own and settles back against the couch, this time a bit closer to him. She's a bitch, but she's not heartless.

Finally, she answers his question having spent the space between it while she tends to everything and him.]

Nothing, we should be fine.

[She's not sure if the little smile she offers is reassuring or possibly terrifying, but it's the thought that counts right?]

[ Yes, okay, freezing and burning at the same time would make for a very very whiny Tony Stark, just putting that out there right now. The main reason he hasn't been almost intolerable for complaining so far is because he's trying to seem like there's less of a potential issue than there is. Because... He does that.

Tony watches this process - because what else does he have to do right now - and mumbles a thanks when she hands him the mug. ]

Fine, from whatever's outside, at least. [ It's sort of... both? She's uniquely talented like that. ] Mildly comforting. Do you need more blanket or something?

[Of course he is, and she knows that, she pats his leg and gives a little shake of her head.]

No. I'm too cold from outside, I need to warm up a little, especially my hands before I crawl under the blanket with you.

[That is one of her many special talents isn't it? As well, as survival in brutally cold conditions. Russian winters aren't known for their... kindness.]

Do you require more body heat?

[ oh okay cool so she is going to, he was starting to think she was just going to stay over there, or maybe she was like somehow impervious to the cold, like that was just some russian thing she could do innately or something ]

I wouldn't really object to it. How are you seriously just sitting there?

[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.]

[ 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?

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.

Edited 2012-11-23 05:16 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

[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?

[ ............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.

[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.

[ 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. ]

[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.

...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 ]

[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.

[ 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?

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.]

[ It's a comforting thing to know that he was already shivering before, so whatever he's doing right now is probably still totally related to that and not anything she happens to be doing right now. While she isn't as warm as she could be, she's still infinitely better than what he had going on before, all swaddled in the blanket by himself like he was, and he really can't help the way he flattens and reaches for her, rises up to meet her where necessary, trying to eke out every single last bit of contact she's offering, like a starving man lying on a table of food. Or... some better way for that metaphor to go. ]

Good survival skills. [ God, there's a little actual warmth happening, he's far too happy about that. ] Thank you.

[The shivering doesn't bother her, whether it be shivering from the cold, or possible trembling in an effort to do whatever - like controlling his body's natural response to proximity and nudity. She's comfortable enough with herself, and the fact that he's going to get closer once he relaxes a little and realizes that it's helping.

She moves the leg that's on top, sliding it up the outside of his legs and then back down, repeating the movement to create the same frictional warmth effect that she has going on with her hand on his back.

That tiny smile finds it's way to her lips again and she gives a tiny shrug of her shoulders, which in turn moves her chest against his.]

Siberian winters leave you little choice than to have excellent survival skills.

[A nod is all the acknowledgement she gives to the thanks. Good to know that just just had to get you naked to stimulate coherent conversation, even if it is minimal. She won't admit it, but his previous silence was a bit disconcerting.]

This little shack is luxurious compared to some of the places I've had to use this method.

[She rests her cheek against his.]

You're starting to feel warmer, and without a draft in here, it can only get better...

Edited (What is spelling?) 2012-11-23 17:54 (UTC)

[ It's probably like, 90% from the cold. Maybe 80%. Okay, maybe 65%, but that's my final offer.

It's not really going to get any better with her moving around like that either, just saying. He can't really tell whether or not he should be getting closer or backing off, so he just stays where he is for the moment, appreciating the warmth, feeling himself start to get back up to par and thaw out a little. Actually, for that matter, he's just realized: ] That's not too cold, right, the reactor, right on your... skin like that. You don't have to.

[ Ehh, whatever. If it was cold and bothering her he retroactively assumes she would have mentioned something. ] Well, those sound like stories that ought to be shared with the rest of the class.

[ Oh okay that works too. ] Better, or warmer?

[65% sounds reasonable, not even going to haggle.

It's like...she's trying to make this as awkward as possible for him, only in all honesty she's really not. She is simply trying to make sure he gets nice an warm, because whether she'd say so or not, having some sort of company is better than being alone in the cold.

She shakes her head, the reactor is cool against her skin, but it like everything else should warm as time goes on.]

It's fine. I don't mind. [Which basically translates into she wants to, so stop worrying about it, because if she didn't you'd probably be alone and still freezing. It's okay that your flustered, Tony, just... breathe and try not to be have too much like a scared animal. She might just eat you up.]

Perhaps.

[Though, for now that's all she says on the subject. Moving her head to rest on the arm of sofa, so that she might look at him, she offers a little smile.]

I suppose that depends, on what you might consider better.

[The offer might be there, if he can figure out the right way to approach it. She stills her leg, and uses her foot to simply rub the back of his thigh, the hand previously occupied with warming his back switches to a slower more lazy movement while she watches him.]

Better would certainly be warmer, but warmer... might not qualify as better.

/shrug IDK

well /i/ like it | and hope this is cool

Yes. Good.

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

it pretty much is, yes.

It'll be alright. /pets him

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

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

good job. :|

I try.

do you. do you really

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

i feel so triumphant.

As you should. Gold star.

do i get gold stars for sarcasm i could have a whole cosmos by now

Yes. Yes, you do.

yessssssssssssssssssssss deal

/stamp of approval