picture prompt meme.

[mllememe]

THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME


How to play —

— Comment with your character and any preferences.
— Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
— Reply to them with a setting or text thread based on the picture.
— Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
— Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy.

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how to write sylvain/claude without writing sylvain/claude: a guide by us

[fatui]

[ So Childe had all but invited himself into the Golden Deer following their success at Gronder Field— sue him. Albeit with a confused expression about their face, Byleth had given him their express permission to transfer. Of course his first order of business was to see to challenging them to a fight— he'd lost gloriously, by the way, and really that aspect of the pecking order shouldn't have come as any surprise. What's next is combing through the rest of the house to varying degrees of success— and it dawns to him, then, with Ignatz halfway to tears that he's seen little if nothing of Claude since. And, this couldn't do— he was the second-most person Childe was interested in before he'd gotten distracted with fighting his way through the house?

He remembers being impressed by his draw of his bow— the smooth, precise movements one wouldn't see from a mere student. The last place anyone who knows Childe would expect him to be is the library— and while the names he remembers are few, his… reputation does precede him. Ahem. If he hasn't spotted Claude anywhere else, then it's time for a change in direction! There he is, speak of the devil. ]

If it isn't my favourite archer. [ Right, like. Ashe had hardly been on his register and he literally just learned Igantz's name an hour ago, details. His palm splays flat on the book Claude has open as he leans well into his personal space. ]

You aren't here because you thought you could hide from me, are you? [ It's not that he actually thinks this so much as he's saying provocative words on purpose. Anything to instigate a fight, some banter, some of the excitement he'd had singing in his veins not a week ago on that same battlefield. So far? He can only say he's been met with incredible disappointment. He has his suspicions over Hilda, he'll get back to her another day— but his focus is on Claude now, wanting to observe his archery up close and not from halfway across a battlefield. ] That's cold for my new house leader. I was hoping for a warmer welcome.

[ It would be completely fair and valid for Claude not to know who the hell this punk is? Have at. ]

step one: pretend claude is clean shaven

[failnot]

[ his opinion on childe: interesting. restless, perhaps. he dabbled in more weapons than most professors would recommend, taking to them with aplomb with the sole exception of the bow, scandalous in how liable he seemed to be throwing his arrows than to let the bow sing in his hands. seemingly allergic to the library, which: a common trait, that, so it's something shrug at, not wonder at. it's curious, too, in how he seemed to accept his defeat at gronder field as an invitation into the deers, strong-arming their dear teach into accepting a lion into the herd.

so interesting covered it, though claude hadn't expected said subject to find him so soon and by his own volition. he's early, jumping the line when claude had intended to find him with a list of questions tomorrow, after he finishes rifling through the book(s) that'd caught his interest today. ah well. ]

Well, if it isn't the newbie. With some grand expectations, I see.

[ also, that personal space? claude will lean away, just slightly. not enough to signal discomfort, but just enough that he wouldn't be staring up into childe's nose hairs while he keeps that hand sitting across his book. ]

Though I suppose if I'm your favourite, I should do something to keep that honour. What can I do for you?

why does he keep his facial hair like that tho

[fatui]

Yes, the newbie. [ his tone pitches; woe is him. what's in a name? Childe couldn't care less. ] What am I to do without my leader's guidance?

[ Wreck havoc, basically, like a literal untamed lion set loose amongst free-grazing deer. There will probably be no fewer than two complaints (if not a unanimous vote) later in the day or week for Claude to somehow shunt him back to where he belongs, but no, he's here to stay. Still, he doesn't expect Claude to yield to him so easily, or at least appear as if he is. So he hums, eyes taking a momentary interest in what Claude's reading to stall— an incredibly superficial show because really, he wouldn't be single-mindedly hunting someone down if he hadn't had a plan of action in mind… one that he's enacted on several other people already, ha. ]

And nothing much— [ he drawls, cadence more or less back to normal. the flash of something predatory within his gaze is unmistakable, though, smile showing teeth. ] I'm just hoping for a spar, is all.

[ "Is all," he says, when his spars end up with his opponents winded and wondering if they weren't imagining that split second of bloodlust before he calls his win. But that's nothing more than a rumour! ]

I'm terribly bored, you see? [ Gesturing towards himself with his free hand, he is the splitting image of perfectly controlled behaviour. Of course, of course. ] And I was thinking you'd have the entertainment I've been looking for.

he wants to be man(e)ly

[failnot]

[ 'is all', he says, when he was still squashing the book that claude had been absorbed in, demanding his time as cats did when bored. 'is all', when he was already trying to set the tone of how this should go, bullying his way into claude's schedule with the grace of a bludgeon. it's -- well. it's pretty amusing, really. amusing, but not unexpected, at least when one took the rest of the lions into consideration. ]

You Faerghus types really do enjoy your spars, don't you?

[ well, that was probably it for reading, then. he doesn't sigh, but he does lean further back, resting his back against the chair with slumped shoulders. relaxed shoulders, rather. appearing unbothered even with childe staring him down, looking eager and predatory with far too much teeth on display.

in truth: a spar might actually not be too bad. claude might be interested, if only to gauge the childe's prowess, up and personal. he's seen him from a distance, of course, and heard the rumours whispered about, but distance and rumour could only help so much when childe was now the deer's resource to assign and use. just the same, giving in too quickly likely wouldn't do, so, ]

Unfortunately, as good as I am, I'd say my best features are up here. [ in his noggin. let him tap a finger on his temple in emphasis, ] Rather than going head-to-head with anyone. Not much room for schemes when there's so little between you and your opponent, and all. Have you considered looking for teach? I hear they can give even His Princeliness a run for his money.