yohko: (Let me think)
Yohko [Youko] Mano | 真野 妖子 ([personal profile] yohko) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2012-11-21 01:22 pm

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.
deskjob: (✑ g u n)

both shot non-fatally and then back-up arrives? or would you prefer him escaping idk idk

[personal profile] deskjob 2012-11-25 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
( she'd be more pleased to hear the irritation if he hadn't gotten to her with the one comment, too. that's why these games are dangerous; you never know which hits are going to connect, and how. )

Is that what you tell yourself to make it bearable? ( perhaps taunting him isn't smart; not even if her voice is still even, curious more than actually taunting. almost gentle, and she suspects that will be more insulting than anything else. maybe if he is angry, it will lead to mistakes. maybe it will lead to hyperclarity on his part and she is digging her own grave deeper with each sentence, each passing second.

there is no way of finding out without action, and eve didn't join mi6 to do nothing. she abandons cover, gun raised and aimed at where she assumes him to be. it only takes a split-second of correcting her aim, then she's pulling the trigger.
)
cyberterrorism: cidershark ( please dnt ) (sɪx)

sure! and you know what LET'S MAKE HIS LIFE DIFFICULT back-up it is c:

[personal profile] cyberterrorism 2012-11-25 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a flash of movement, and his reflexes take over. he doesn't have time to stifle the rise of anger, but it doesn't make him careless, only focused—enough to see the shadow cross his path, enough to dart forward, to the side, aim in an instant. fire ruthlessly without hesitation.

it's in the second after the instantaneous ringing bang that he staggers to the side, into a glass cabinet that cracks (but doesn't break) under his weight. the gun is still half-raised in muted defense, but his focus now is on his side, his gut, where eve's bullet had torn through the soft flesh just under his ribs. he looks down curiously, presses his palm to the oozing warmth. it comes away soaked in red.

he looks up at her, eyes narrowed, but still with a smile, an unshakeable amusement even through the lancing pain. she hasn't shot him in the head yet—hasn't made a move to finish him off, which is how he knows he got her too. laughing hurts like a bitch, but it's worth it. he can't help himself.
]

Well done! You didn't miss this time.
deskjob: (✑ g u n)

LOVELY \o/

[personal profile] deskjob 2012-11-26 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
( she would have shot him again — perhaps not in the end, perhaps only to incapacitate him further, but she would have shot him again — if not for his bullet lodged in her shoulder, if not for the pain.

she doesn't hide the way she grits her teeth against the pain, the grimace, nor does she stop herself from going down on one knee, knocked off balance by the impact and in too much pain to find it again. those things aren't important enough to spent energy on. what is important is this: switching her gun to her left hand to aim it at him. she may miss, but at least she has a gun trained on him again. it makes her feel safer.

and maybe she would have shot him again then, if not for the sound of sirens, the footsteps. she can only hope that these are legitimate cops.
)

Thank you. Your praise means the world to me. ( bitten out, but trading sarcastic quips with him is something to focus on beside the pain that's making her vision swim. she can't very well pass out now. )