smoke signals.

[morememesforall]

word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

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[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[vhsmeme]

* talk about your muse!

send 🍯 for a food headcanon

send🥛for a drink headcanon

send 🐢 for a mental health headcanon

send 🦄 for a physical health headcanon

send ⌛for a sleep headcanon

send 💕 for a love headcanon

send 💣 for a stress headcanon

send 😵 for a sickness headcanon

send 🤲 for a religious headcanon

send 🏡 for a home headcanon

send 🍬 for a family headcanon

send 💼 for a work headcanon

send ⛈️ for a sadness headcanon

send 😡 for an anger headcanon

send 💩 for a ridiculous headcanon

send 🌼 for a happiness headcanon

[sustancy]

[louisminyard]

oh this made me miserable

[aseaofquotes]

[girl-that-no-one-knows]

[chaotiques]

closed starter : @sunyearned​, kc.  location / date : wednesday, march tenth / rhys’ room. 

it’s become a completely normal part of rhys’ evenings to anticipate not spending the night alone — so much so that tonight, rhys had even written expect kc in the 6pm slot of his daily written agenda, right after dinner and before retrieve and fold laundry. and lo and behold, not for the first time this week ( or second, or third, or fourth, and even arguably preceding the week entirely ), kc is here. they’re sat on his bed across from each other, and hard at work practicing sign.

they would be, anyways, if rhys didn’t keep getting distracted. 

he’s not the usual suspect for spacing out in the heat of a study session, but the circumstances are hardly typical. maybe he had an ulterior motive in saying yes, come practice tonight, and maybe he forced poor alex’s hand into giving him the pep talk of the century to just do it already, and maybe he scrawled out different ideas on the back of his planner page for how to ask — who’s to say? he never did decide on how, but half way through the current phrase, a little bit of coy sneaks into his otherwise warm smile. ❛  you’re doing so good. i’m so proud of you, you know that? ❜  there’s a pause, only long enough to swallow over his nerves.  ❛  you wanna try translating a little harder of a question? comes with a pretty sweet reward.  ❜

[chaotiques]

​𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒂 ,

Characters Included: Rhys Daku @chaotiques​

Dima was forever thankful that Rhys didn’t try and force him into hanging out in public, even more than that he was always happy to come into his space making it easier for Dima to enjoy spending time with him. Today was no different. Pepper was in the corner making herself comfortable in the space that he kept prepared for her as Dima moved the things on his desk into the exact same position they had already been in. He turned from his fidgeting back to face Rhys, the small smile that was often found on his face in the presence of people he enjoyed widening as he began to speak. “Did you think more about joining me for my next swim? I mean I can join you in the pool but we both know that the open water is much better.” Dima said with a teasing tone. As he spoke Dima tried to sign along as much as he could - he’d been trying to teach himself in his spare time. Dima was the type of person that once he’d set his mind on something it became all that he could think about - it was a blessing as much as it was a curse - meaning that he was already starting to get a decent grasp. Or he thought so at least.

-

truthfully, rhys isn’t just happy to accommodate to his introverted friend by retreating to his room for the day — he has no business being out and about, and likewise, has no real interest in it. it’s less busy inside anyhow, and comfortable enough in dima’s space that even pepper makes herself at home; always a good indicator that he himself is at ease. if rhys is good, so is pep. 

crouched next to his dog, rhys keeps one hand idly scratching behind her ear and turns his attention to dima as he speaks, eyes following his hands more than his lips. when he responds, he does so verbally and with his hands, taking care to pace his words considerately. ( he knows dima is learning still — and appreciates it so, so much. ) “ yeah, actually. it sounds great to me? it just depends on when you wanna go. i think as long as we line it up with my schedule we should be good to go? i think i like the... predictability of a pool better, but open water has it’s perks. what do you think, pep?” rhys pauses to look to the husky, who tilts her head at the call of her name, yips a little, and then returns his gaze to dima. “i don’t speak dog but that didn’t sound negative? she’s in. we’re in.”

[chaotiques]

𝒇𝒆 ,

fe’s surprised him,  somehow.  it’s the first thing felix realizes when he has his own eyes trained on axel,  his features and expression and the way it changes.  what isn’t clear is how much he’s surprised him,  or even really how he’d managed to.  he’d said he didn’t know if axel would know,  but for the most part he’d been confident that he would’ve known about it on some level.  fe would’ve mentioned peach,  if he’d started dating his ex,  but maybe it had been him placing importance at a level that wasn’t really there.

❛  i don’t    —  ❜   he cuts himself off mid-sentence,  a crinkle formed between brows in confusion.  a small thing he’s quick to force into neutrality, along with the rest of anything rogue about his face that may give something away.  passive.  calm.  both things he knows well.  sitting on the kinder edge of indifference,  though his foot still taps quietly beneath the table.  ❛  i don’t know what you’re talking about.  there wasn’t … we didn’t talk much, about it, and there was no reason to.  it’s none of my business.  ❜    he shouldn’t know,  really.    ❛  nothing to apologize for,  i promise.  you’re both very sweet people,  you deserve each other.  ❜

caught somewhere between i’ve said way too much and there’s so much left unsaid, — a rock and a hard place, in layman’s — axel’s at a loss for words again. he listens closely to what felix says and tries to imagine how a conversation like that would have gone, how it could have gone without mentioning the batshit circumstances, and felix’s own expression does little for figuring out where that’s left him in all of this. axel’s been so caught up chasing drew’s ghost that he hadn’t imagined what life he was disrupting when he re-entered it. ( his finger twitches against his cup, and he really wishes he had some bailey’s irish, if not straight up whiskey, to put in it. )

confusion remains the leading emotion in his features, and it intensifies. blinking warily, axel clears his throat to interject, voice uncharacteristically gentle when he does;  ❛ isn’t it, though? your business, ❜  he suggests, concern almost outweighing his puzzled state.  ❛ i mean, you were... dating? and like i... appreciate you saying that, i’m sure he does too, but there is... a lot about this that i think you’re missing. i mean, me and him haven’t even really... talked that much about it either, it’s all just really weird and happened really fast. and i really don’t mind explaining, if it helps you any. ❜  there’s a desperate kind of edge in his latter offer that reads more like a plea when he brings it to the table, even if he’s not sure he has a real explanation.

[chaotiques]

demichors​.

closed  to  :  @chaotiques​ location  :  cerberus  coffee 

        “  you’ve  been  avoiding  me.  ”  she  skips  pleasantries  as  she  slides  into  the  seat  across  from  axel  —  no  hello,  no  how  are  you.  she  was  going  to  head  up  to  the  counter  and  order  herself  a  latte,  but  when  she  spotted  a  familiar  mop  of  curls  across  the  room,  she  made  a  beeline  straight  for  him.  “  radio  silence  since  your  sorry  i  can’t  make  it  text.  you  have  a  test  on  monday  and  when  i  asked  to  reschedule  your  session,  you  ghosted  me.  so,  what  gives ?  i’m  not  just  going  to  let  you  walk  away  like  that.  ”

-

the only thing sketchier than outright denying imogen’s accusation would be acting on the very real urge axel has to book it right now. so, he won’t; he has been avoiding her, her and half of the rest of the student body, and he has no good reason for it that doesn’t chalk down to misery making of his own damn doing. 

he grimaces when his tutor slides herself across from him and exerts way too much of his energy into keeping his head up for the ( rightful, but still annoying ) chewing out, lets her finish, and stares blankly through the process of excuse selecting. “ wish you would, im, ” he says finally, exasperated; and puzzled beyond that as to why she gives so much of a shit. he knows he looks like shit — knows he must sound worse, because no one does what he does and escapes that. he’ll learn one day that he’s not an exception. “ i don’t know what to tell you. if you’re worried about a tutor review, don’t be? you know i’m gonna give you a glowing recommendation. me bombing is inevitable. ”

[chaotiques]

​𝒇𝒆 ,

it was him the one that brought this up to begin with.  he’s sure axel would’ve been happy to say their hellos and let them both go off their separate ways,  but felix had something to talk about and it’s not the sort of thing he wants to avoid.  really,  he wouldn’t escape the uncomfortable guilt that’s lived in his chest since his last conversation with peach if he tried.  still,  it seems like an even less pleasant necessity when axel is agreeing and taking a seat.

he slides into the only other seat at the table,  directly across from axel.  ❛  i won’t keep you from your work for long.  ❜  his bag set down by his foot,  tapping rapidly against the floor in nerves he won’t admit to.  ❛  i don’t know if you know,  but i had gone on a couple dates with peach when you two … met up again  ?  ❜  he doesn’t know if that’s the best phrasing,  but he doesn’t have an incredible amount of details at his disposal.  ❛  obviously that’s done now, but i wanted you to know i didn’t know there was an unresolved situation going into it.  i don’t want there to be any tension between anyone here.  ❜

there’s a joke about how felix is allowed keep him from his work for as long as he wants building up on his tongue, but the punchline expires where it starts when peach is brought up. clear by his expression, axel had no idea about the two of them having a thing at all; and he doesn’t look upset, because he isn’t, but his eyes widen and remain widened through felix’s explanation — not unlike a deer in the headlights. 

axel blinks a few times, eyelids suddenly heavier than he remembers them being, and the first time he opens his mouth, nothing comes out. there’s a lot about peach haunting him right now, and him already having something with someone and him disrupting that wasn’t one, until now.  after a pause a little too long to be natural, axel shakes himself from his thoughts.  ❛  yeah, yeah, no tension, don’t worry, uh —  ❜  a nervous laugh escapes him, and he could kick himself for how insincere that sounded.  ❛ i mean, how could you have known, right? i didn’t even know he was alive until we met up that day, and just — unique situation, ya know? weird situation. freaky, crazy. no worries! no tension. i’m sorry, though, i didn’t know either — i mean, ya know?  ❜  how many times has he said ya know? 

[lilymaylovelesss]

[chaotiques]

𝒇𝒆

it’s part of a well established routine by now, and a very important part of it at that. his tendency to extend his days as long as possible doesn’t function like the well oiled machine it should without the addition of coffee and some sort of pastry to go with it. everything’s gone according to plan, his order’s already been put in. being more or less knocked into doesn’t usually happen, but his schedule can be flexible.

❛  you didn’t, are you alright  ?  i can hold that if you want to grab a napkin.  ❜  it’s posed as a question, though he’s already reaching for the cup. axel is exactly the person he’d have liked to run into lately, often meaning to snag him and never quite managing for one reason or another. he just hadn’t expected it to be now.  ❛  i’m glad i ran into you, actually.  ❜  it was the very opposite, really, but the technicality isn’t important. ❛  i’ve been meaning to talk to you, are you in a rush ? nothing serious, it shouldn’t take long.  ❜

if not for felix’s hand already being there for the cup, axel might have told him not to worry about it and just wiped his hands on his jeans — but thankfully it is, so he smiles tightly up at him while passing the drink, mouths a sorry, and moves to grab a napkin. axel’s mid-way through wiping his hands of coffee by the trashcan when felix speaks up again and his eyebrows shoot up in inquiry. 

❛  wasn’t it kinda the other way around, bud?  not that i’m keeping score... ❜ he poses with a hum, sticking his thumbs into his pockets and wandering his way back over, then taking back his drink and pulling up a seat at a nearby table instead of heading for the door.  ❛  not in a rush at all, though. just gotta bunch’a work to do back at home, sooo... yeah, no rush. what’s up? ❜  part of him wonders if he’s in some kind of trouble, and the anxiety shows in the idle drum his fingers have started up on the table in front of them. 

[desperate-housewives]

[catmemearchive]

[chaotiques]

closed : @sunyearned

it’s sunday afternoon and axel’s head is spinning in all areas where it isn’t throbbing instead —  physically and metaphorically where the literal meaning doesn’t apply. but! that’s neither here nor there; he’s got work to do, and all of it is sitting in a less-than-organized pile on his desk back in his room, waiting for him to get back to. 

the stop into the bakery is meant to be a quick one; order a coffee and enough muffins to get him through the slump of 3pm and hold out ‘til dinner, then book it like the zippy little man he is. however, he zip, zip, zips face first into some guy’s chest, and spills a little bit of coffee over the side of his own hand ( he hisses between his teeth, but otherwise takes it in stride ) when he jolts back. his eyes widen for a second, half expecting trouble, but then his expression falls right into a pleasantly surprised, warm smile. it’s just felix. “ hey, fe ! sorry, didn’t see you. i didn’t get any on ya, did i? ”