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Boy howdy I sure do like fossils fossils fossils rocks coal mining fossils fossils daddy fossils Rampardos fossils offense fossils fossils fossils digging family fossils fossils underground rocks Zen Headbutt fossils fossils holy Arceus I'm so...

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I Scream For Ice Cream

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auraprotector:

When he saw he red creeping up Roark’s cheeks, he wondered if it was a sign of a developing fever. Or was it just the heat? Should he re-wet the cloth to help him cool down? Before he could do anything, Roark slowly sat up, teasing him about his worrying. Well, his heart just about skipped a beat when a too hasty attempt to get up ended with Roark sinking to his knees. Riley was quick to support his friend with one arm wrapped around his shoulder. His lips were tugged downwards. “You tell me not to worry and then this happens.”

“Sure, sure,” he says, mostly to keep Riley off his back. As much as he likes being fussed over, Riley’s worry has crossed his threshold of tolerance and now his patience is wearing thin. “Well, that’s good,” he adds after Riley says he doesn’t have any scary movies, “I can’t do horror. I just can’t.” He pauses--Roark can’t remember for certain whether he’s met Riley’s father before or not. 

Not that he’s given much time to think about it.

A little eep escapes him as Riley wraps his arm around his waist and helps him up. This wasn’t what he was expecting, but he’s not complaining. Right now he’s living the dream--if only he didn’t feel like ass at the moment. But no matter how ill or lightheaded he feels. He’s determined to enjoy this moment and milk it for all it’s worth. Being pressed up against him elicits all sorts of emotions in him: joy, embarrassment, a little bitterness that this isn’t happening in the ideal context, and nervousness that he’ll be seen. He ducks his face whenever somebody passes them by. Luckily the route gives them a wide berth and they aren’t bothered by too many people. 

By the time they arrive at Riley’s house he no longer feels like he’s about to pass out, but he collapses on the couch anyway, still a bit weak and in need of catching his breath. He breathes in some of the dust lightly covering the furniture and sneezes. Maybe once he feels better he’ll do some tidying up (not that he’s particularly tidy himself, but he’s almost never in his apartment so it’s justified). 

Sprawled out on the couch, he listens to Riley fiddle around in the kitchen and fumbles for the remote, flipping through the channels. He doesn’t feel like sifting through a sea of DVDs. He doesn’t recognize any of the shows. It’s been a long time since he’s had time to sit down and watch the tube.

“What was that show you wanted to watch?” he calls.

[scythexmeister]

sunrise; ||

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berlitzx:

As he mentioned bringing out more Pokemon, Dawns face lit up. She hadn’t really had her team out in the open that day, mostly because they were still tired from the previous journey. She couldnt blame them, for the adventures seemed to be long and drawn out anymore.

“I’ll release them as we go along, that way she isn’t completely overwhelmed. Make her feel a little comfortable before pushing her, yanno?” With a click, Her Lucario was released. The Pokemon turned to its trainer, questioning. 

“It’s always fun to explore the different types of Pokemon, not only do you get to learn about it, you make a friend along the way.”

Looking at her Combee, she smiled. Dawn had never really been a fan of bug type Pokemon, they made her squirm for lack of better terms. Before she started on her journey, she wanted to specialize in psychic types. She always found those Pokemon to not only be powerful, but calm. Her Lucario approached the Absol, cautiously.

“This is Kou, my Lucario! This is the Pokemon Riley gifted me a while back. He’s definitely come a long way.” She spoke softly now, suddenly washed with appreciation for her Pokemon. 

“Should we start on the edges?”

“Fair enough.”

As soon as she let the Lucario out, the Absol went over to check him out, only to be corrected with a swift tug on the harness. 

“You have a point there,” said Roark. “I’ve been around Rock-Type Pokemon my whole life, so usin’ them just sort of came naturally to me. I come from a long line of Gym Leaders who use earth elemental sorts as well. But to be honest, I’m interested in other kinds of Pokemon, too.” He shook his head. “When you’re a Gym Leader, you have to be hyper-focused on one type. I’m gonna level with ya; I don’t think battlin’ against a single type is very good for teachin’ strategy, but don’t tell the League I said that.”

He laughed. Now that Dawn was older and he didn’t have to be so professional with her as he was when she challenged him, he wasn’t conscientious about slipping in critique of the Pokemon League. 

“... I don’t see myself with the League much longer, though, so it probably won’t be a problem soon.”

He feels a twinge of jealousy (why didn’t Riley give HIM a Lucario?), but he digresses. Instead he jabs a finger toward the Lucario. “That’s Su,” he said, “I caught her on accident an’ she won’t leave. This is me tryna make use of her.”

Hearing her words, he nodded and started heading toward a bush. “Sounds good--look for the ones that look like Gracidea bushes!”

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“I’ll always be here for you.” - Roark's Fossils

“I know you will! Unlike humans fossils can’t chew your heart up and spit it out into the mud!”

“Fossils never judge me or come from the IRS with scary legal documents or use me and are the only things capable of loving an ugly, defective piece of shit like me so I love them back since I’m terrified of intimacy but desperately want affection anyway! <3″

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"Here, let's share the blanket."

“Th-That’s okay! I ain’t that cold!”

Too late. He’s not able to get in another word of protest as the blanket’s draped across his shoulders anyway. Roark’s breath hitches in his throat--he’s in close proximity to Riley.

No fair.

He’s the one supposed to be flustering him, not the other way around! But he knows he isn’t doing it on purpose. Riley’s completely innocent, unlike him, but it’s that generic benevolence he extends him that’s crueler than anything else.

At the feeling of his shoulder brushing against his, he squirms away. Welp, it’s suddenly hot in here, he wants to say, guess I don’t need a blanket anymore! But he doesn’t have the willpower or even desire to get out. That’s how it is when it comes to Riley. He doesn’t have the moxie to spill his guts, but he can’t bear to push him away, either. 

He hates feelings. They’re stupid and confusing. 

Cling.

In a moment of impulsive weakness, he latches onto his arm, but even after realizing what he’s done he doesn’t even try to backpedal. How to pass this off...? 

Roark leans into his ear. 

“Make me a cocoa?” he asks sweetly.

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“Star-gazing was a good idea.”

“I told you so!”

“D’ya get it now? If you go through life runnin’ around all the time, you’ll miss out on nice moments like this.” He knows he’s pushing his luck with the lecturing; it took no small effort to get Barry to sit still for five minutes in the first place.

Roark lies back and stares at the sky. “Of course, I’m a helluva one to talk. But when you spend all day starin’ at the ground, you might as well stare at the sky for once. “See?” He jabs his finger toward the night sky, pointing out a constellation. “There’s Capricornus, my zodiac. I mean, I think astrology’s a load a’ woo, but it’s fun. What’s yours? I might be able to point it out.”

[memesfrommenace]

Fluff Starters

“You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.”

“Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

“You smell really nice.”

“Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“I might have slept with your robe when you were gone.”

“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”

“Here, let’s share the blanket.”

“You’re comfy.”

“You are my new pillow.”

“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”

“But I want to hear you sing.”

“We can talk over dinner.”

“Don’t be stubborn. Try it!”

“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”

“Will you let me rub your back?”

“Care to give me a back scratch?”

“Star-gazing was a good idea.”

“You look beautiful/handsome in the moonlight.”

“I’ll always be here for you.”

“I’ll be here to protect you.”

“I think I love you.”

“You are my love.”

“How about something warm? It will will help you sleep.”

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“Don’t be silly. I want to stay up with you.”

“It is not morning yet.”

“Shush and go back to bed.”

“I heard you talking in your sleep.”

“Your bed head is really cute.”

“We’ll do dishes together.”

“How about a kiss?”

“I love your hugs.”

A few were inspired by these.

[roarked-up]

I wanna write

something

REALLY

FUCKIN

ANGSTY

Any takers for an angst thread?

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frigid summer - grant & roark

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rockxclimb:

Keep reading

Roark’s kneejerk reaction when he slams some of the ice cream right into his face is to laugh, but by some miraculous force of willpower he’s able to restrain himself to an amused smirk. He doesn’t want to scare Grant away immediately when he’s just met him.

Of course, Roark knows of most of the Gym Leaders in other regions, even if he doesn’t talk to them. And this is definitely his first time talking to one from a region as far away as Kalos.

He chomps into his freezie pop and shrugs.

“Yes, I am,” he answers in perfect Kalosian. “Did you see me earlier? Sorry I couldn’t chat then; I was swamped.” Lick. Not that his statement is particularly honest--sure, he had things to do at the conference, but it’s not like he was being swarmed by people clamoring for his autograph. As a Gym Leader he naturally enjoyed minor celebrity status, but amongst the lot he was far from the most skilled, most beautiful, most interesting, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

“I think conferences are dreadfully boring!” He chuckles. “I had to slip out. And it’s not like it’s everyday you get to visit a city like this--although Lumiose is even bigger, right?” Roark shrugs and polishes off the last of his popsicle, crumpling up the wrapper and tossing it into the trash. “So I guess I’m sightseeing now, at least until someone notices I’m gone. I mean, I go into Unova a lot for work and stuff, but this is my first time in Castelia. Have you been here before? Know any good spots I could visit on a budget?”

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☯

☯: Do they believe in karma?

“No, I don’t think there’s anything like that. If there is, then karma needs to be a lot more consistent. The world is a random place full of coincidences and we shouldn’t force our concepts of fairness on somethin’ beyond our control.”

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Favorite food, Pokemon, time of day and season!

♡: Favorite food(s)

“I like most foods. I always say that if I could live off of fried chicken and burritos I would, but junk food costs a lot and it’s bad for me. Plus I’m a lousy cook and couldn’t make those dishes at home if my life depended on it.”

“So I’d say my favorite foods are the ones I can actually make! I can do spaghetti, chili, and eggs, an’ that’s about it. But I like spaghetti the most.”

♥: Favorite animal(s)

“It’s pretty obvious, but my favorite animals are fossil Pokemon, of course, especially Rampardos! But I don’t think there’s a Pokemon I really dislike. I’ve worked with Pokemon of other types an’ while I wouldn’t battle with them, they’re very valuable!”

☾: Favorite time of day

“Sunrise!”

☽: Favorite season

“Fall. It’s the perfect temperature without the allergies of spring. It sucks workin’ outside in the summer heat, and winter is the worst. I know, I know; I live in Sinnoh, but I can’t just get up and move. When you have nerve damage and joint pain made worse from cold an’ your energy bill shoots up for heatin’, you’d see what I mean.”

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★: One wish they have + ♧: Opinion on conservation

★: One wish they have

“One wish? That’s too hard. I guess I’d like t’ be cured, but I have good reasons for not gettin’ better, also. So... have my debt waived? The thing, though, for that to happen I’d have to marry rich, and it ain’t like there’s any billionaires clamorin’ for the likes of me. Still single in case anyone happens to be interested, though!” He laughs. “What I’ve learned in life is that miracles don’t happen. You have to work yourself to fulfill your wishes, so bein’ more realistic, I guess my wish would be to go on a date with...”

“N-Never mind! Moving on!”

♧: Opinion on conservation

“Y’all. I’m gonna be real with you. You know how we give the whole spiel on how carefully the mine is operated and we take the utmost care to be environmentally friendly? Yeah. That’s bullshit.”

“That’s just somethin’ my boss told me to say since at the end of the day I don’t have much power in the company and I’m nothin’ more than another cog in the soulless labor machine. The truth is there’s no such thing as clean coal. If I called myself an environmentalist I’d be a huge hypocrite, but as a hunter and fisher I still consider myself a conservationist. I think it’s important we preserve plants and animals the best we can.”

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Send in a symbol for a headcanon about my muse

☠: Opinion on death

☮: Opinion on peace

☯: Do they believe in karma?

♠: Gambling habits

Ω: Supersticious beliefs

♤: Favorite card games

♣: Sports they have played/play

♧: Opinion on conservation

♥: Favorite animal(s)

♡: Favorite food(s)

♦: Opinion on outer beauty

♢: How do they spend their money?

♔: Opinion on economic classes

♕: Favorite location

♚: How would they be as a parent?

♛: Opinion on their family

⚜: Any ties to a certain religion, following, group or cult?

★: One wish they have

☆: Their hopes and dreams

☾: Favorite time of day

☽: Favorite season

☼: How long does it take for them to get sunburned

☀: What makes them happy?

☁: What makes them sad?

☂: Favorite kind of weather

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133t sP3aK || open

It’s rare to see him in a wheelchair, he admits, as he averts his eyes from the gazes of people staring at him. But their reaction doesn’t surprise him in the least--even amongst his colleagues, few people know Roark is missing approximately one leg since he wears long pants all the time and he moves about normally on a prosthetic. 

So of course, now that he’s injured and using it is out of the question, Roark invites all sorts of remarks, some surprising, others offensive, and yet most just ignorant. He takes it in stride--he’s heard it all before, and nothing anyone says is as huge a pain in the ass as not being able to complete the fieldwork portion of his job.

Most people don’t believe him when he says most of his job is done outside the mine. Of course he checks up on the condition of the workers and the mine, but the good hunk of his work takes place in his office, talking to bureaucrats on the phone and typing dry reports on an ancient operating system from the early 2000′s all day.

But today was light on the paperwork--either the Oreburgh Mine employees somehow managed to not do anything stupid, or more likely, the guy sent in his stead didn’t know what he was doing (Roark is a notorious hardass when it comes to the rules and even more so when he has to give up direct control to someone else). So he clocked out early and decided to actually go to the Gym for once.

Roark does as all young millennials do to avoid social interaction: he plonks away at his phone, not particularly interested in what he’s doing but unwilling to look away at the same time. To get to the Gym, Roark has to cross a bridge over a quarry about two meters deep. Absentmindedly, Roark plays with his phone in one hand and wheels his chair in another, when suddenly the device veers to the left. Roark grabs onto the wheel just in time to correct his course, but the phone slips from his grasp, falling into the quarry below.

Staring at it lying all sad in the dirt, screen still on, Roark’s gaze wanders to the steep staircase leading down into the quarry. Quietly, a soft mutter of “Fuuuuuckkkk...” eases past his lips. There’s no way he can retrieve it without breaking his neck in ten places. Instead he decides to utilize his resources--that is to say, his charm.

“Howdy!” he chirps to the next person to cross the bridge.

“Care t’ help out a delicate flower like me? Sorry to cut you off like this, but despite puttin’ my best foot forward, I couldn’t get a leg up on the situation and dropped my phone down there. Could you do me a solid an’ fish it out?”

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xsilentprincessx:

FASHION/APPEARANCE STATS

BOLD what applies to your muse

BODY.

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Toned thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Toned arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned/defined stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat butt. Toned butt. Bubble butt. Thick butt. Thighbrows. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder. Narrow shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT ( click here to convert to feet ).

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 172 cm. 173 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN.

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft.

EYES.

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned. Red. Black. White ring around the iris.

HAIR.

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length+. Buzz cut. Undercut. Bald. A bit below the jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Orange blonde. Golden blonde. Redhead. Dirty blonde. Blondette. Ombre. Grey. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Copper. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing(s). Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercing.

COSMETICS.

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lip gloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Uses only light makeup. Never wears make-up.  

SCENT.

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Alcohol. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood.

CLOTHES.

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tank top. Fur. Faux fur. Leather. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Cravat. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress (business events). T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors. Uniform.

SHOES.

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Barefeet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes. Crocs.

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coughs Roark visits Riley at the hospital coughs

“Shouldn’t this be the other way around?”

He’s only half joking.

After spending so much time in the hospital, it’s amusing that he’s the visitor for once. And it’s not like he wants to be here any more than the bare minimum, but he’ll put aside his personal dislike for Riley’s sake. 

Roark enters Riley’s hospital room and sets his jacket aside, sitting down on the chair next to his bed. Glancing over to his leg, elevated and wrapped in a cast, he shakes his head and smiles at him.

“I can’t believe you fell off a damn cliff!” he lectures, “you’re lucky you only have a broken leg! Now do you see why I’m always so concerned about you trainin’ alone on Iron Island? I hope you’ve learned your lesson!” He paps him on the head, then switching gears, pulls a book out of his bag. 

“Hospital TV’s garbage, so I figured you’d be bored. Here’s a book, nerd. Although, knowin’ you, you’ll probably be done with it in an hour anyway.” Roark crouches over his head and tucks a bang back behind his ear. 

Noticing the half-eaten tray of food by him, Roark picks up a carton of yoghurt and scoops up a spoonful. “Come on, Riley, I know the food here ain’t exactly got a Michelin star, but it’s important you eat! Calcium for strong bones! I’m gonna nurse you back to health, so open up.”

He holds up the spoon.

“Ahh~n!”

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A Cross-Country Calamity

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txuko:

Okay, maybe coming to Sinnoh wasn’t the brightest idea she’s had (then again, when have most of her ideas been the best? Never is what her friends would probably say) but it wasn’t like she was expecting this to happen.

Yes, she had come to Snowpoint City due to curiosity (and under-dressed as well, she spent a good few hours in town getting winter clothes, it was much colder than Icirrus City that was for sure. She now had jeans and black winter coat though, it made things much warmer) and she thought it would be fun to ski, others were doing it. 

She thought it would be okay. Sure, she had never skied in her life, but she had her Pokemon if things got bad. Then again, when did she ever think anything through? (The answer again, according to her friends is never)

Everything was going fine, other than some falling down from not being used to standing on skis before. At least she was a fast learner, it wasn’t that long before she was moving smoothly through the snow, which was falling down rather fast, at least it wasn’t that hard.

Though she must have hit a rough patch in the snow or something of the like because before she knew it, she was out of control, running into a tree and having snow fall onto her. It was cold, she was stuck and it wasn’t a very good situation to be in. Lucky someone came up to her, a male not much older than her.

“Um, yeah, that’s what happened.” She explained, cheeks red with embarrassment. “I don’t think I do, but it is cold and I’d rather get out of this as soon as possible, so if you could lend a hand that would be great.” She held out her hands, ski poles abandoned for right now. Hopefully this would help her companion here.   

Roark chuckles as she holds out her hands. “Unfortunately, I’d probably fall into the snow myself if I pulled you out. So I’ll have to give up my big damn hero moment for someone who can.” Reaching around his neck, he pulls out his Pokemon whistle and blows on it. Moments later, his Amaura comes effortlessly plowing through the snow. 

He points at her. “Can you dig her out?” he asks. The Amaura brays and digs at the snow with remarkable speed for a creature so bulky. After a moment, the Amaura digs a trench deep enough for her to wiggle out and free herself from the snow. 

“If you’re able to stand up,” he instructs her, “then hop on her back. I’m bringin’ you back to the lodge and I won’t take no for an answer!” He pauses. His wilderness first aid training suddenly comes back to him--Roark never thought he’d actually have to use it. 

Staking his pole in the ground and using it to balance, he looks her over. “Well, the good news is I don’t see any breakages right off hand, but I still insist on taking you in for a check-up. I warn you--I’m limited as a medic, but maybe the others can help. I think there’s some hot cocoa mix there, too. Well, how ‘bout it?”

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「AFFECTIONATE SYMBOL MEME」

      (Add ‘ * ’ to reverse the roles where possible)

☂ - Your muse shares an umbrella with mine on a rainy day ♬ - Our muses slow dance together ⌭ - Your muse kisses mine on the forehead ♦  - Your muse offers mine a place to stay ₪ - Your muse lays their head in my muse’s lap の - Your muse gently kisses mine on the nose ☎ - Your muse gets a call from mine in the middle of the night ✞ - Your muse visits mine in the infirmary/hospital ✦ - Our muses celebrate something together ☸ - Your muse comforts mine while they are crying ⌘ - Your muse interlaces their fingers with mine ✿ - Your muse picks a flower for mine ♨ - Your muse offers mine a hot beverage on a cold day ☆ - Our muses go stargazing together ⌲ - Your muse hugs mine from behind