#mp; meme

[mpxkaya]

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

"Oh, really?"

Kaya grinned playfully at Cassandra as she looked over her shoulder while pouring the demigoddess' beer. In Halloween spirits, everyone working at the bar agreed to wear a costume on every coyote ugly night, and it so happened that it was one of those nights. Everything was decorated, customers joined in with costumes of their own and the games had just begun. That night was pirate night.

She'd enthusiastically requested for it to be one of the themes, so she was sporting what the lady at the thrift store had described as "a vampire pirate on a date" - a red, flowy dress with sleeves that would make Blackbeard shit his pants under a tightly laced corset (and a harness or two). A myriad of necklaces and belts adorned her neck and hips and a mock Jack Sparrow pirate hat sat on her head proudly. It was a look to be proud of. "Thank you. Put it together myself." By then she'd seen Cassie around enough times to know she liked her company. The nights she went in were fun ones in her book. "You don't look too bad yourself." She chuckled while setting down the pint on the bar before getting ready for the party to begin.

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[  rest  ]  sender  rests  their  chin  on  receiver’s  head  /  shoulder

nonverbal meme / closed, thank you for your submissions ♥ [ gesture ] han rests his chin on tim’s shoulder

tim was observing the people that were on the ice rink. there were some newbies and some trainees around today, and he was asked to look after them for a while. his instructor was nowhere near, and the children that came there to ‘practice’ were doing it mostly for fun. when adult supervision was not available, instructors asked the older skaters to keep an eye on everyone. it was not something tim enjoyed, but he did not have much to do anyways. he could not practice with children running around, so he had to stay put. he sat down in the tribune at some point, closing his eyes briefly. but he could stay still for long, because he had to get right up and go back to supervising.

at some point he felt tiny hands around him. for a second, he thought it was his childhood friend and rival saint, but the height did not match up. the person rested his chin on tim’s shoulder, and tim let out a sigh. he looked at the hands, then leaned back against the person, taking a deep breath. he recognised his scent – given his eyes were quite weak, his other senses were sharper. “consider yourself lucky once again, petit écureuil. I recognised your scent. otherwise, I would have thrown you over the benches and right on the ice,” tim chuckled, the image was too funny to ignore. “I can still do that. you would make a proper kite.”

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[  downpour  ]

nonverbal meme / closed, thank you for your submissions ♥ [ gesture ] tim finds byul in the pouring rain

it was raining. not just any rain, but a cold shower that did not want to stop from pouring. tim liked this type of weather the best – cold, unpredictable, beautifully dripping down from the sky like a waterfall. normally, he would walk out without an umbrella and without caring that people will judge him for it. but today he grabbed a blue umbrella and walked down the street to buy some last-minute snacks. it was already close to midnight, but his schedule kept him busy even this late, and his stomach did not like how he was treating it.

on his way to the grocery store, he passed by a figure, who was strangely enough sitting in the pouring rain, waiting for something or someone. tim could not tell why she looked so calm, or why she did not seem to be bothered by how wet her clothing was or how wet her hair was. for a second, he believed she must be like him – someone belonging to the norse pantheon, unbothered by a cold shower. however, if tim’s eyes were not failing him – and they might as well have, they were not the best – she was shivering. he stopped nearby and handed her the umbrella, letting the cold rain pour over him. in less than one minute, he was just as wet as she was, but he was not shivering. “take it,” he said, loud enough to cover the sound of the rain. “I live nearby, I can make it without one.”

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[ brush ]

nonverbal meme / closed, thank you for your submissions ♥ [ gesture ] phobetor brushes his fingers through tim’s hair

tim fell asleep for a moment. it was not like him to fall asleep in the middle of the day while waiting for someone, but he has had sleepless nights. the stress of the upcoming competitions and exams got to him, and made it impossible for him to have a goodnight sleep. actually, he probably slept about three hours in the last forty-eight hours. he stayed up to finish a sculpture and some notes. it was a miracle he even remembered he had to meet the god, but he was taking too long. tim thought it would be safe to close his eyes for just one second, but he ended up falling asleep in his exhaustion. however, he did not sleep for too long.

when he felt cold fingers running through his hair, he was startled awake. but he did not move right away, because he enjoyed the gesture too much. sometimes, he felt like a cat. he opened an eye and noticed the dark figure of the god nearby. he thought it was safe to close his eyes again, and hum a little at the gesture. “do not stop,” he mumbled, it was not like he will fall asleep again. at least he did not think he will. but he wanted to bathe in the affection for a little longer before he had to force himself to wake up and actually participate at this date.

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[ wake ]

nonverbal meme / closed, thank you for your submissions ♥ [ gesture ] hel tries to wake tim up

bad dreams and unfortunate nights were not something unusual for the young demigod. he could have the worst of nights, hence why he often chose not to sleep. but he was exhausted, and while waiting for a friend to pick him up, he fell asleep in the bus station for a little while. he was a loud sleeper, in the sense that he often talked in his sleep and sometimes even sleepwalked. he needed supervision at times, it explained why he felt safer sleeping over at one of his half-brothers or at his closest friend. he did not trust just anyone with his peculiar sleeping habits – for instance, one-night stands ended with him staying awake all night or leaving soon after the act was consumed.

he was lost in his short sleep, somewhere on a street of his subconscious, a dark one without an end. perhaps he mumbled in his sleep, or maybe he shifted, or who knows, maybe he attacked someone – because for one second, a dark figure appeared in his dream. she, or it, was wearing a long dress made of shadows and a crown that looked heavy – her voice was but a cold wind, and tim felt as though the worst winter captured his body. but instead of feeling comforted, he felt detached. as though the cold winter was not meant for him, not yet at least. he woke up with a gasp, startled by the bright street lights and by a woman who sat next to him. her hand was on his shoulder, and he knew that she was the one who woke him up. he felt a little embarrassed so he did not say anything. but she – she felt strange, yet somehow familiar. tim mumbled a ‘thank you’, but was glad his friend arrived. because he did not feel comfortable enough to start a conversation with a stranger who woke him up from his slumber.

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[ gesture ]

nonverbal meme / not accepting, thank you for your submissions ♥

[ gesture ] tim motions saint to follow him *birthday special

mood ╱ elision by rkcb

it was a thankfully not a hot day of april – in fact, there were some clouds gathering on the sky. it was the perfectly moody weather for someone like tim, it was odd that he preferred the melancholic weather over the sunny, uplifting one. for him, the day was not moody at all. he felt rather excited, but he tried his best not to act up. he had the tendency to become rather childish when overexcited, especially if the reason he was excited was tied to his childhood. he did not prepare much, but he considered he has prepared enough. he burned his fingertips preparing a small no-bake mango cheesecake for saint – yes, he is that clumsy – he was not the best in the kitchen, but he was decent enough. he honestly thought about buying a cake just to shove it into saint’s face, but making it himself felt special. only now he would not ruin his hard work for the sake of a prank. he packed everything up in a small basket, and went to see saint after practice – because of course saint was on ice, naturally their date had to be on ice too. tim made sure to have the rink for a few hours after everyone finished up. he was lucky that saint was one of the last people there, which meant they could be alone.

he set everything up – a blanket on ice, a picnic basket with the cake and some alcohol, surrounded by a lot of daisies he plucked for an hour before coming to the rink. it was a bit odd, but then, tim was not ordinary either. he motioned saint to follow him once he was done packing up, but tim was far too impatient and excited to walk at sain’t pace. he ended up pulling his wrist to the rink, and then to the blanket. “we have like two hours before they kick us out. that should be enough,” he nodded, then he stopped in his tracks. “merde, wait did I forget the candles?” his mind was processing the thought, he had to bite back a laughter. “gods, I was about to make an inappropriate comment. I promised you I will behave today, no dirty jokes. but also no candles for you, we can light some up back at the apartment,” he smiled at saint, before taking a seat on the blanket, resting his back against the rink’s walls. “I make cake, if you dislike it just pretend you like it. I actually burnt my fingers making it,” dramatic as always. he unpacked the cake, and held it up at saint. “pretend it has candles, and make a wish!”

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∞ my muse reading to your muse

kind gesture meme / closed, thank you for your submissions ♥ ∞ arawn reading to tim

the teacher-god was something else. tim has always been interested in literature, and it was somehow ‘his business’ to know a lot of things (and perhaps his curiosity pushed him to it as well). learning about literature helped him understand quite a lot of things better – not to mention, he used the knowledge for his part-time job as a museum guide. but if one ignores all the beneficial reasons why he was in the god’s lecture right now, one could tell tim had a thing for him. maybe it was the way he talked, or dressed or presented himself – it definitely was because he emanated that dark energy tim was inexplicably attracted to. he was not a fool to have ‘feelings’ other than attraction and admiration for the god – he was certain some girls and boys in his class liked to write him love poems. tim had to roll his eyes at that, they did not even appreciate the finer details tim did.

the timbre in his voice – how it could guide you in and out of darkness, like a wave, like a breeze. tim’s sense of hearing has always been more developed – he was legally blind 8/10 times, but he could hear things other people could not. on top of that, his imagination was something else. today, he was present in the god’s lecture on poe. he read the raven. it was one of tim’s favourite poe poems, and he listened with his heart in his throat – eyes closed, words filling his mind with images, sensations, everything. he felt every single word, and it touched him – to the core. maybe a skeletal hand reached out to press a button inside of him and fill him with petrol – maybe he will start choking and oozing black liquid. quite a lovely image he wanted to keep for a later project. he did not even realise when the lecture came to an end. he was still there, eyes closed, mind racing. the last verses still playing in his mind.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor ⠀⠀⠀⠀ shall be lifted—nevermore!

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☽ dressing your character

kind gesture meme / closed, thank you for your submissions ♥ ☽ tao dressing tim up

he thought tao’s fashion sense was impeccable – it was somewhere between day and night mode tim. it was, of course, quite different from what tim would normally pick for himself. he liked colour variation, whilst tao seemed to be more comfortable in black. so why not pick his brain for an edgy outfit? tim asked tao to dress him up as a joke, but he was pleasantly surprised the other agreed to help. he was looking around, checking jeans and shirts that tao brought for him to try. most of them were out there, but tim did not mind – he liked experimenting with fashion. he tried quite a few outfits tao picked for him, asking him if he should put make up on as well. considering he did not pick just one outfit yet, tim was not even sure what makeup to pair it with. at some point, he started sweating from the commotion and was forced to put his long hair in a bun. he saw tao was still enthusiastic, not showing signs of tiredness. maybe it was just his energy that made tim a little tired – or maybe all the extra hours he spent at the studio. “I have a feeling you want to make me your runway model,” tim said amused, he would not have minded it.