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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．
or
nsfw / cw for body image issues from this point onwards!
It's not the first time anyone's said that to him, of course; being appreciated for the same things he cringes away from when he sees his own reflection is hardly alien to someone who got around as much as he did in the real New York. He knows from experience that a lot of people are into that, especially men, or that occupying that liminal space between sturdy and unquestionably just fat at least isn't a dealbreaker—even with the slight softening of his facial features, he's still fundamentally attractive, and the uniform and salary probably help a bit too.
But it doesn't get old. No matter how many times a person agrees to fuck, or locks eyes with him, or looks at him in a way that can't possibly be construed as disapproval or morbid curiosity, no matter how many matches he makes on sites like these, it never gets old.
It's funny, given his own visceral discomfort with the act of unconcealing his body, the lengths he goes to to immediately cover the softness to his frame when his wings start to come in unforewarned and he has to quickly strip off any fabric over his back, that he feels relatively comfortable what he can only describe as a mental selfie Victor's way: a little glimpse in the mirror of himself undressed from the waist up as the thundering flow of water fills a bathtub in the background, filtered through neither aversion of the eyes nor the critical, dissecting gaze he sometimes finds himself tracing the outward curves to his naked sides and midsection with if he doesn't look away fast enough. Just... neutral, in a way he can't actually remember feeling for a long time. ]
There's more to see in-person. And a lot I'd like to see, too.
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The answering heat in their tether is all-consuming, burning selfishly and vividly as Freddie speaks his desires out loud. It is like the sweetest drug, and Victor, greedy as he is, cannot be satisfied with just a taste. )
I hope you do not intend to keep me waiting. It would be a very cruel thing.
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I might be able to pencil you in. What are you doing today? As it so happens, my schedule's wide open.
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( Far too much, in fact. He has so much he needs to catch up, medical and scientific advancements beyond his wildest understanding— )
But I desire this more. Tell me where to find you, or where we should meet.
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[ And he does, along with a collage of visuals of the place and its nearby surroundings. It's a hard city to navigate when you're new. ]
Don't worry about the dog. He looks freaky but he won't bother you other than maybe barking.
—you know, I do still have that uniform. [ The one he arrived in, same as in that old profile pic he used to use on other dating apps in the waking world. ] If you're into that kind of thing. [ A lot of people, in Freddie's lived experience, are. And he gets off on them getting off on it, because frankly, it's not flattering. He hates the way it fits now. But undeniable, physical evidence that someone else thinks otherwise is an enjoyable reprieve from his own thoughts. And the attention and praise and admiration inherent in a partner eroticizing that particular uniform is a nice little ego boost, too. ]
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That Freddie would wear something for him is undeniably flattering, and Victor cannot help the surge of appreciation that rises within him. Much as Victor balks at authority himself, he can certainly see the appeal in those who serve it. )
Yes, I think I am.
( And then, with a teasing sort of tone, he adds, )
Freshen up for me, won't you, Major? I shall be a long soon.
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[ continued here! ]