the picture prompt meme.

[chatona]

the picture prompt meme

1. Comment with your character.
   
2. Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
   
3. Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
   
4. Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy and may contain NSFW images. That's kind of the point.

Link to an image: <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a>

Embed an image in your reply: <img src=IMAGEURL>

You can control width and height of your pictures: <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

Comments

[better]

"We didn't?" She played the innocent act a bit, watching him with a dropped chin and bright eyes.

[teenyoda]

He gave her an eye roll, moving so that his arm was laying along the back of the booth behind her. "No, we didn't."

[better]

Her body shifted, bringing her leg up onto the bench seat they were on, her hand rested to it, as the top of her foot pressed to his knee.

"Okay. I'm listening." She gave him her best 'I'm paying attention to you' look.

[teenyoda]

Okay so now she was paying attention to him. Great. "I was just thinking that maybe we could, um, hang out a little more. Together." Alone.

[better]

She watched him, her head tipping slightly as he spoke, then rising back up when he brought up the word together.

"Like we are now or how we've hung out before?" There might be a touch of a smirk at what she was implying.

[teenyoda]

He wasn't going to blush. Nope. No blushing. "Um, both, actually." Dammit!

[better]

A small smile crept onto Erica's features as she watched him get flustered. "Are you blushing?"

[teenyoda]

"No, it's hot in here." Wasn't it? She could stop staring now...

[better]

Chewing on the end of the straw, she smirked at him. Her hand moving on her own thigh a bit. "Just hanging out," she repeated, because even though it was amusing to watch him squirm, she didn't want him to blame her for things not being clear.

[teenyoda]

It wasn't an undying confession of love, but he could work with that. It was somewhere to start, anyway. "Just hanging out." He might have a bit of a problem reminding his hormones of that, but he wouldn't overstep his bounds, and not just because she could annihilate him.

[better]

Erica shrugged, "Alright. I can do that. You can't mouth off at me about training again, though."

[teenyoda]

"Hey, I wasn't mouthing you off. I was showing concern." And he'd do it again if he ran into her all covered in blood. He might even take it up with Derek, who should probably have it pointed out to him that he was being a dick.

[better]

Her head canted, glancing at him with an unimpressed look. "I told you I could handle it and you kept it up."

[teenyoda]

"Just because you can handle it doesn't mean you should have to. There's other ways to do it that don't involve getting the shit beat out of you." He'd like to point out Scott as a measuring tool at this point. Little to no alpha help needed.

[better]

Her gaze narrowed a bit, exhaling through her nostrils in slight frustration, "Stiles."

[teenyoda]

He gave her a blank look back. "Erica."

[better]

"Kind of exactly my point," she returned, moving so that she was actually sitting on the bench seat properly. The previous casual contact getting removed. Bad Stiles.

[teenyoda]

"So what, I'm not supposed to give a shit when you get hurt?" Ouch, Erica. Wound him a little more, why don't you.

[better]

"Training isn't getting hurt." At least not in her mind. It was a series of necessary aches. "You can give a shit about me being hurt when I tell you that I actually hurt."

[teenyoda]

He reached across the table and grabbed the wadded up napkin she'd used to clean herself. He unfolded it to see the brackish smears of blood. "Looks like you got hurt to me. Whether it lasts isn't really the point. You still got hurt and I can still not like it. And no, before you even bring it up, it's not just because you're a girl." Though he couldn't deny that was part of it.

[better]

If he thought that bit of dried blood she cleaned off of her from her split lip healing was bad she definitely won't tell him about the dislocated shoulder she had earlier in the night.

"What it looks like to you is not what it feels like to me and being a girl means I can actually handle more pain than the rest of my pack," she snapped.

[teenyoda]

"You're missing the point, Erica. I'm not telling you you can't take it. I'm saying you shouldn't have to. I'm a great respecter of the female form and what it's capable of. I know your pain tolerance is ten times higher than mine. Probably more, actually, because I really hate pain. Scott didn't have to go through getting his ass beat to get his wolf in line or to learn how to use his strength. He did it himself. Mostly." He also had help from a certain plaid shirt wearing best friend.

[better]

"Is that what you think I'm training for? Finding my anchor? There's an Alpha pack, Stiles. They're faster and stronger than us and this is way above something that a lacrosse practice can give me."

[teenyoda]

"I'm aware of the pack, I just don't see how getting beat up is going to help you do anything except be okay with being beat up. You want to surprise the pack? Go take some martial arts. They'll expect werewolf attacks and are probably leagues above whatever Derek's teaching you, which is the same old slash and break that all wolf packs know. You want to surprise them? Throw in some human things. You started out human, Erica. You don't just throw that away. Use it."

[better]

"I started out weak and broken, Stiles."

She didn't want to talk about this anymore. "If this is your idea of hanging out, I'm changing my mind."