open post : picture prompt

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OPEN PICTURE PROMPT MEME



respond to a character in this post with a picture!
or a few!
(this tumblr may be helpful.)
i will set the scene based on the picture.
fun ensues!
(link if they're particularly huge, numerous or nsfw, please!)
or you can leave me a comment and i'll hit you with picture prompts instead.

aus are totally chill.
if someone's on my muselist but not this post
hit me up and i'll drop a comment for them.

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i could never ignore you

[gusset]

"I may have pushed a few projects through to a stopping point in order to have some free time," he says, not confirming one way or another, but she knows what he'd do to for them.

His grip pulses on her wrists, gentle. Neither of them have much time for softness, so he takes it where he can get it. "We can pick together," he says.

His mouth quirks, and he drawls an easy joke. "I don't have as overactive an imagination as Sanageyama, so a creepy art film won't give me nightmares." He has a stronger stomach than that.

you're too kind

[symphonise]

She laughs. A jab at the monkey is too fun to pass. It may be an easy joke, but it's leagues above any bad pun. Could there be any sense of humor worse than Sanageyama's?

"I was giving you a chance to pick something more to your tastes, but if you insist..." She tugs him towards her massive horror film collection, a bounce in her step. "Don't say I didn't try thinking of you."

Despite her catty tone, he's said all the right things. It's a mystery to Nonon how, but when it matters most, Shiro always says or takes action that disarms in the best way. She'd forgive him anything. It's a skull she's always happy to bear.

"But if you did get a nightmare, I wouldn't leave you to suffer. At least not like that." She stills and frees a hand to slide up his collar bone. Her lips curve in a smile that speaks only sin.

[gusset]

Jokes about Sanageyama are low-brow, to be sure, such an easy hurdle to jump there's no challenge in it, but neither of them are above anything, realistically. He's content with taking what he can get.

"My tastes include your somewhat alarmingly, but endearingly, cliche horror collection," he says, following her without resistance. (For what it's worth, he's (mostly) speaking honestly - the murderers and monsters of her films, the gruesome gore and creeping suspense, all of that is straightforward. Much better than shadowy nightmares and toying with fate.)

He pauses nearly as she does, attuned to her movements with rote familiarity. He leans into her hand, lifts his own to curl his fingers over her wrist briefly. "You are as magnanimous as you are beautiful." He's laying it on a little thick, but she started it.