#gesture meme

[fierymcmehoard]

The ultimate affectionate gestures compilation

Send one of the following prompts for my muse to reach out affectionately to yours !

Feel free to combine them ( example: send [ brush ] + [ push ] for my muse to brush the loose strand of your muse’s hair our of their face and then push it behind your muse’s ear ), reverse them ( example: send [ reverse + caress ] for your muse to caress my muse’s cheek ) and/or add details.

[ brush ] - to brush the hair out of your muse’s face / eyes / forehead

[ push ] - to push the loose strand of your muse’s hair behind your muse’s ear

[ caress ] - to caress your muse’s cheek

[ tilt ] - to tilt your muse’s chin gently to prompt them to make eye contact with my muse

[ curl ] - to curl my muse’s fingers under your muse's chin while resting a thumb on their cheek, not quite tilting but just... holding

[ cup ] - to cup your muse’s face with my muse’s hands

[ place ] - to place my muse’s hand over your muse’s hand where it’s placed on my muse’s cheek

[ boop ] - to boop your muse on the nose

[ Eskimo ] - to brush my muse’s nose against your muse’s nose as in Eskimo kiss

[ nose ] - to kiss your muse on the nose

[ palm ] - to kiss your muse on the palm

[ knuckles ] - to kiss your muse’s knuckles

[ cheek ] - to kiss your muse on the cheek

[ lips ] - to kiss your muse softly on the lips

[ forehead ] - to kiss your muse on the forehead

[ lean ] - to lean forward and press my muse’s forehead against your muse’s forehead

[ pepper ] - to pepper your muse’s face with kisses

[ eyes ] - to kiss your muse’s closed eyelids

[ tears ] - to kiss away your muse’s tears

[ wipe ] - to wipe away your muse’s tears

[ gaze ] - to gaze into your muse’s eyes

[ roll ] - to roll my muse’s eyes at your muse affectionately

[ scalp ] - to massage your muse’s head

[ pat ] - to pat your muse’s head

[ top ] - to kiss your muse on the top of their head and then settle my muse’s cheek against it while holding them close

[ chin ] - to set my muse’s chin on the top of your muse’s head while holding them close

[ hair ] - to place lots of short, sweet, messy little kisses to the crown of your muse’s hair

[ run ] - to run my muse’s fingers through your muse’s hair

[ twirl ] - to twirl a strand of your muse’s hair around my muse’s finger

[ comb ] - to brush your muse’s hair

[ braid ] - to braid your muse’s hair

[ whisper ] - to lean close to your muse’s ear and whisper something to them

[ tickle ] - to tickle your muse

[ cheer ] - to try to cheer your muse up

[ faces ] - to make funny faces at your muse

[ shove ] - to playfully shove your muse

[ hand ] - to place my muse’s hand on your muse’s shoulder / neck as a way of supporting / comforting / reassuring them that my muse is there

[ shoulders ] - to wrap my muse’s arm around your muse’s shoulders

[ massage ] - to massage your muse’s shoulders and/or neck

[ soothe ] - to rub your muse’s shoulders soothingly

[ rub ] - to rub your muse’s back

[ body ] - to give your muse a full-body massage

[ snuggle ] - to snuggle to your muse’s side

[ support ] - to support your muse with an arm around their waist

[ lift ] - to lift your muse up in my muse’s arms

[ trace ] - to trace your muse’s scar/s with the softest press of my muse’s fingertips

[ ask ] - to ask your muse about their scar/s

[ scar ] - to kiss your muse’s scar/s

[ back ] - to hug your muse from behind

[ rest ] - to hug your muse from behind and rest my muse’s cheek against your muse’s back / shoulder

[ rock ] - to hold your muse and rock gently from side to side

[ tuck ] - to tuck your muse against my muse’s chest, covering them with the front parts of my muse’s jacket / coat, in order to keep them warm

[ head ] - to rest my muse’s head on your muse’s shoulder

[ cover ]  to cover your muse with a blanket / jacket / coat when they’re lying down

[ drape ] - to drape a blanket / jacket / coat over your muse’s shoulders

[ jewelry ] - to put a piece of jewelry around your muse’s neck

[ tie ] - to help your muse do their tie

[ smooth ] - to straighten your muse's collar / lapel / brush a hand over your muse’s clothes to smooth it out

[ feed ] - to feed your muse

[ drink ] - to help your muse drink

[ pull ] - to pull your muse down to sit on my muse’s lap

[ bed ] - to push or pull your muse back on the bed when they try to get up

[ lap ] - to place my muse’s head on your muse’s lap

[ guide ] - to guide your muse to place their head on my muse’s lap

[ hide ] - to guide your muse to hide their face on my muse’s chest

[ help ] - to give your muse a hand when they’re stepping up or over something

[ touch ] - to touch the back of my muse’s hand to the back of your muse’s hand as if inviting to hold hands

[ thumb ] - to run my muse’s thumb over your muse’s thumb while holding hands

[ hold ] - to hold your muse’s hand and interlace our muse’s fingers

[ fingers ] - to play with your muse's fingers absent-mindedly

[ nails ] - to tidy your muse's nails and/or do a manicure

[ makeup ] - to help your muse put on their makeup

[ shapes ] - to trace imaginary shapes on your muse’s skin

[ pain ] - to kiss your muse where it hurts to soothe their pain

[ heartbeat ] - to place my muse’s head upon your muse’s chest, right over their heart, to listen to its beat

[lakesandquarries]

gesture meme!

[neverendingparable]

One of the icons but with Asgore?

Stanley approached the mighty king meekly, working up a small smile when he turned to greet the employee.

"Do you want something, human?" He asked warmly. Stanley shrugged.

"I, actually..er...I brought you something."

This seemed to surprise Asgore greatly.

"...oh?"

"Yes uh...here." He held up a long slim box. The king accepted it, carefully prying the lid from the box. He seemed pleasantly startled about recieving a gift at all. Removing the cover, Asgore peered inside. He blinked and suddenly his expression took on a softer tone, confused but deeply touched.

Stanley tried hard to keep himself from grinning. "I, um. Hope you like it."

Asgore pulled out the handicraft from the box and held it up. Feathers and glass beads shimmered in the light, skillfully woven across and around an even more complex design. A dream catcher.

"...I...I dont know what to say," Asgore confessed quietly. His eyes glistened.

"You're a great guy," Stanley responded. "You deserve a blessing and a peaceful sleep...and hey, I made it myself so-gah!" He was cut off when the king picked him up and captured him in a tight hug. Stanley laughed softly and returned it.

"I take it you like it?" He asked gently once he was set back on the ground.

"No, I love it." Asgore beamed. "Thank you, child."

[neverendingparable]

❤ [One for Effjee, Stanley, and The Narrator please? And from whoever; I don't really care. :3]

Effjee:

She was screaming so loudly she woke Stanley right from his sleep.

"No, no please! I'm sorry! I didnt do anything!"

"Effjee! Effjee wake up, youre dreaming, wake up!" The Irken's eyes flew open with a gasp and she stared up at Stanley with wide, wet eyes. The employee stopped shaking and softened his grip.

"It was only a bad dream," he said gently. He pulled Effjee against him, feeling her tense...but then she wrapped her thin arms around him as well and began to cry softly as he held her. Stanley rocked her like a child, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head.

"Shhhh shhhhhh its okay shhhh its all going to be okay no one will hurt you...shhh..." They stayed like this until her cries became broken whimpers and then faded into soft sniffles. Eventually the invader fell asleep again pressed against the warm, protective body of her human friend and Stanley continued holding her. He wasnt going to abandon her into the hands of nightmares again.

He'll stay with her until she wakes up again and hopefully, she would trust him enough to tell him what her dreams had been about.

Stanley:

"You are..." The Narrator paused and Stanley glanced up, a questioning look on his face. He rose his eyebrows to encourage him to continue. "...absolutely, completly, without even a shadow of a doubt the most adorable human I have ever had the pleasure of meeting." The Narrator finished with a smug smile.

Stanley blushed and giggled silently, even as he shook his head to indicate the storyteller was being over dramatic. 'I'm not that cute,' he mouthed bashfully and the Narrator mock gasped.

"What is this blasphemy I didnt hear? You most certainly are!" Again the employee seemed to laugh and the taller man grinned as he inched closer.

"Oh Stanley, let me tell you~ You have eyes as yellow as lemon drops and hair as soft as the fur of a kitten's! Your face lights up like a christmas tree when you're happy and your freckles are like chocolate chips in a cookie."

They both were laughing now, the smaller male groaned silently in humiliation and buried his face behind his hands. The Narrator tsked and gently pried them away, chuckling at the blush he found.

"And when you smile," he paused and Stanley looked away, waiting for the end of the sentence to embarrass him further. "- you make every angel in heaven look bad."

The Narrator released his hands and slid a finger under Stanley's chin, forcing him to look into blue eyes that quite literally shone with affection. The storyteller smiled and leaned down, capturing Stanley's lips in a sweet, gentle kiss.

The Narrator:

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Come on Narry."

"Stanley, I said no and I will continue saying no. You cannot put on my holo visor."

Stanley pouted, or at least tried to before he resumed smiling.

"Pretty please with a cheery on top?"

"No."

"Pretty pretty please with a Stanley on top?"

The Narrator shook his head, clearly unamused.

"I'll play the Freedom Ending if you let me!"

"Stanley. No."

The employee let out a loud sigh...then he got an idea. The Narrator must've noticed this and he frowned.

"Whatever you're planning to do, it wont-"

"What if I kiss you?"

The man's glare dropped instantly and he looked shocked Stanley would suggest...that.

"I...uh..." The employee grinned and placed his hands on the storyteller's shoulders, pushing himself up so he could press their mouths together for a deep, but innocent kiss. This lasted for several seconds before Stanley pulled away...and brought the holo visor with him. Giving the stunned Narrator a satisfied smirk he put it on and -

"Whoa! Cool!!"

[neverendingparable]

☺

☺ my muse helping your muse fall asleep

"Look, you have a shiv under your pillow, a shiv next to your pillow and me standing guard. Now will you please go to sleep?" Stanley pleaded with his coworker. Marlise begrudgingly obeyed, lying down as she muttered something about being not that tired.

"You scratched the mannequin's eyes out," Stanley reminded her as he pulled the blanket over her shoulders. "And you fell off the cargo lift twice. You really need some sleep. Restarts cant do everything." He stepped back and sighed worriedly, scanning over her cowering form to make sure she was somewhat comfortable.

Satisfied, he settled in a nearby chair he had brought in and watched over her as promised. Marlise curled her fingers around the shiv and drew it closer, clutching it like a child would a toy. And maybe it was just her paranoia rubbing off on him, but Stanley's hand wandered down to his pocket as well, tracing the outline of metal to assure him the scissors was still there.

No one was going to bother them today.