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MURMR: THE MEME
MURMR MEME
welcome sleepies, to our meme
☆TINDER/GRINDR．
Tinder/grindr are social media sites meant for mobile usage, where you upload a couple photos of yourself and a short description. Then you're shown pictures of people and all you have to do is swipe right (like) or left (dislike). If both of you like each other, it's a match and you're connected by the private messaging system. In this case, it's all in The Murmur!
☆ STEPS．
0. Make sure all images you use are 250x250!
1. OPTIONAL: Make a post to your journal with the "Extended Profile" code (this code will not work in comments)
2. Post a comment using the "Basic Profile" code and link your extended profile if using one. Make sure to put your name in the header!
3. Tag around giving people ❤ or ✖
4. If you get a ❤ and you want to give one back, copy the "It's a Match!" code. 5. Congrats it's a match! Now you can talk to each other... about... stuff...?? And ever if it's not a match, woah.... you can actually talk it out!
☆ MY CHARACTER DOESN'T WANT TO PLAY．
If your character reluctant, then suddenly...
1. Your character's friend set up a mental profile.
2. There's some sort of competition going on for the most right swipes.
3. Sleep did it for you!!
☆ EXTENDED PROFILE． (Set to 3 images; toggle navigation above pictures. You can change the code to hold more or less if you want!)
| ●●● | About #NAME# |
| #DESCRIPTION# | |
Replace anything surrounded in hashtags, including the hashtags.
❚❚❚❚❚ BASIC PROFILE．
| offering/token | About #NAME# |
| #DESCRIPTION# | |
❚❚❚❚❚ IT'S A MATCH．
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[He was going with the flow because there was no point in being upset. It was good-hearted fun? Maybe. Probably?]
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(you can decide if Vander can perceive the list)
A nervous huff of laughter escapes him.
So this is how Harry’s brain works: when he wants to say something, anything really, he makes a list. He just lays out all of the things he could say in his head so he can choose just one. It’s why he’s a good detective, presumably. It works for him. Usually.
2. Ahaha…wow…
3. (A singular 'mhh!' noise.)
4. So…will you?
More options please.
6. I don’t know about you but…at some point I just accepted that the next person who touches me will be the coroner.
7. Technically we don’t have coroners in Jamrock, Revachol has no municipal government. So it probably would’ve been my Lazerath. Who hates me.
“Mhh!”
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Do you want a hug, pal? I assure you that I hug in an extremely comforting way.
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PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - (I've seen his arms. I have no doubt it will be comforting, and manly. Imagine it: fully embraced in pillars thickly roped with hard muscle. A moment of chest to chest to contact, a moment to feel him breathe against you.)
INLAND EMPIRE - (One breath shared between two men.)
ENDURANCE - (And then from the side? The pats, brother.)
“Uh, yeah. That sounds awesome, actually.”
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He didn't even hesitate even like this. He would hug like it was his only job, even going so far as to lift Harry off the ground for a proper mid-air snuggle. Hugs not drugs, pals.]
You tell me when to stop.
cw: Harry typical trauma responses
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - (Feel that? That’s the incomparable rush of pure oxytocin. You can feel your frayed neural pathways sing out in long awaited relief.)
“How long can a hug last?”
It feels so blessedly…quiet inside his brains, all animal minds at once in peace. They lay together, beak to snout in silence while his thoughts rest easy on calm waters. For a good few seconds at least. Then come new thoughts rushing in. Lots of them.
ENCYCLOPEDIA - (We're already going over the average point of contact for the length of an average male on male hug.)
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - (Doesn’t feel like an average hug. Feels like a professional hug. Got any datapoints on professionally administered hugs?)
ENCYCLOPEDIA - (No.)
COMPOSURE - (Are you wearing deodorant? I don’t think you’re wearing deodorant. Are you totally filthy right now? Are you actually the most disgusting man who’s ever lived?)
PERCEPTION - (Don’t listen to him, he’s freaking out.)
HALF LIGHT - (Harry, you need to let go right now. Something bad is going to happen.)
INLAND EMPIRE - (It already is.)
But I don't want to let go, nothing bad is happening. This is really nice.
INLAND EMPIRE - (You can’t build a house here. It’s a passing moment. It’ll end. Like they all do. Then the shame will come, after.)
What?
INLAND EMPIRE - (He doesn’t want you.)
…
Harry goes tense in Vander's arms and pulls away.
“Sorry I-“
His face is beet red, eyes watery. His tail is wagging but low, distinctly nervous. His wings raise a little to partially shield his body from sight.
“My ex left a few years ago and I just haven’t really touched anyone since.”
INLAND EMPIRE - (Saying it out loud makes you want to die. You want to walk into the sea. You want the earth to open its mouth and swallow you whole.)
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[And it was nice to just have physical contact, wasn't it? Later in life he had kept himself less on the physical affectionate side of things, but since arriving here, there seemed no point of the distance as he strove to make friends.
It also was clear to him that Harry benefitted from the touch as well; it was a shame that anyone felt as if they may not be good enough for such contact when it honestly did most well to experience that connection.
Yet, he did not hold on when Harry pulled away, releasing his grip and stepping back so that there was a friendly distance between them. The intention was never to scare the other man or make Harry feel as if anything was wrong on his end.]
You don't have to apologize, Harry. This is all about what both of us are comfortable with. It's just a hug between friends.
cw: internalized homophobia,
Harry’s voice breaks, jumping octaves above his usual rumble.
“Yeah. Yeah!”
He nods emphatically, headcrest fanning up and down. He forces out a laugh while he rubs at his wet face.
“It’s. Cool. It’s- it’s friends.”
He forces his wings back and shoots Vander a pair of fingerguns. Pew pew! He looks sweaty, and to Vander’s wolf senses he smells sweaty, afraid. His pulse is fast in his own ears.
“Friends are cool.”
VOLITION - (Friends are cool! That’s the spirit. No one is ever going to want you that way. Get used to it.)
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - (Look, son. This is how men should be, friends. Comrades. Engaging in masculine bonding rituals.)
AUTHORITY - (You’re a disgusting pervert. You corrupt everything good and wholesome. You should isolate yourself before you ruin something else.)
HALF LIGHT - (You're dangerous.)
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - (These guys suck, don’t listen to them. You just need to get your mind off this guy. And everyone else who doesn’t love you. What you really need is-)
EAT THE MARROW, KNOW THE TASTE - (The crunch of blood and bone. Flesh can be yours; between your teeth, in your belly. It isn’t far.)
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - (Sure!)
“Thanks for the hug. My brain is broken, so I’m gonna…get out of here.”
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At the finger guns, he reached out and clapped the other man on the shoulder in a friendly manner.]
Harry, do you have feelings for me that go beyond friendship? [It seemed prudent to know, as they were both grown men and he valued Harry.
Yet, his eyebrows drew down and his jaw set at the statement, shaking his head.]
We're all a little broken, Harry, but that doesn't mean for a single moment that we aren't deserving of value, care and love. I hope you know that I value you, and I do care.
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HALF LIGHT - (RUN.)
COMPOSURE - (Why do we have to address it? Why can’t we just pretend it’s not happening? Everything is so much easier that way!)
INLAND EMPIRE - (Nothing good comes from facing reality. It’s hard and cruel and mean.)
DRAMA - (Just lie! And take your hands out of your feathers!)
He forces his hands down, crossing his arms over his chest.
“No!”
EAT THE MARROW, KNOW THE TASTE - (Guilt floods in immediately. You want to press your belly to the floor, to lick at his snout. You don’t want to lie to your pack-brother.)
“…Maybe? I don’t know. I’m not trying to make it weird, I don’t want it to be weird. I’m sorry. I know you don’t…and you’re with Maria.”
HALF LIGHT - (He’s never going to touch you again. Not even a handshake. It’s over.)
EMPATHY - (He doesn’t sound angry. Or disgusted.)
INLAND EMPIRE - (It doesn’t matter how nice he is, you’ve made it *weird* now. There’s no coming back from weird. Men, women, no one likes weird.)
PAIN THRESHOLD - (His kindness is like a knife in your gut, twisting through your soft insides.)
I kind of wish he’d just yell at me.
…
He snorts softly, just a soft exhale. How could he not love Vander?
EMPATHY - (He's kind. When he talks you want to believe in a softer world.)
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - (He’s handsome, his arms are so big and comforting. When you were against his chest you could feel his voice rumble in your spine.)
INLAND EMPIRE - (From a broken world, but he isn’t broken on the inside, not all the way.)
EAT THE MARROW, KNOW THE TASTE - (He knows the wild animal heart at the center of all things.)
AUTHORITY - (A real leader. Someone who won’t crack under pressure. Someone who can make others listen, and believe.)
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Vander stepped up to Harry carefully, not willing to crowd the other man but also unwilling to allow the space between them to become a gulf. A hand reached out and lightly touched the other man's elbow, and his smile was genuine and welcoming.]
You're not making this weird, Harry. Awkward, yeah, but weird? Come on, we're both grown men who have seen our fair share of life experience.
[Yet, he blinked at the name drop of Maria. Both of them had agreed to keep things secret to protect her from those who may wish to do her harm because of her association with him.
So he made a shrugging gesture.]
Ahhh well, I've been fortunate to meet a lot of good people here, both Maria's actually. I value everyone who I have developed a relationship with.
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He has to pry the confession out of his throat. He blinks down at Vander's hand. It’s warm. It’s on him like it’s nothing. He just touches people. He never freaks out during hugs at all.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - (Because that’s what’s normal. What kind of man is too afraid to touch anyone?)
He nods along weakly. That’s very respectful, what he’d expect of Vander. Life experience. What a concept. Harry’s life experience has left him like this. More cowering dog than person. Alone and unloved. Bile and potent self disgust rises in his throat. Again, he wants to run. To somewhere no one can see him like this.
“Yeah…people here are great.”
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[Vander used physical affection to cross gaps much of the time, though not as much as he used to as a youth. For some, they just plain did not wish to be touched, and it was a line of reading body language to determine who would be willing. Harry always seemed on the cusp between shy and touch-starved.
Of course, Harry's lack of memories did complicate things. Still, he wouldn't allow it to being a barrier for them to form a friendship and build memories together. He simply thought he had to be more sensitive for reading reactions that were engrained in Harry without a explanation.]
They are. You know that you count among them, yes? People appreciate you.