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- [text] Hey, this whole thing is crazy right? - [text] What are you going to do? - [text] Do you want to hang out now?

[text]: Yes, crazy and terrifying, I would say. 

[text]: I was going to work out to let off some steam. It helps keep my mind off of the deadly pollen threatening us all! :)

[text]: Mostly. 

[text]: Uh yea! Sure. Do you want to join me? 

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[text: EDVIN] Good Morning, Francis. Have a good day. Please drink more fluid to enable yourself recovers from Astral projection at faster rate. I have saved the chess game for the next time. : )

[Text ]: Good morning, pal! Thank you for thinking of me. I’ll make sure to do so. 

[ Text ]: Remind me to play the guitar for you when I’m in my physical form. 

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you and your fellow closet case smog should hook up

Francis frowned, looking over his shoulder. Did people think he was a closet case? He thought he’d cleared up that he wasn’t. He chewed on his lip, worried that if enough people thought that, it would eventually get out and be used against him. 

“Uh, I’m not a closet case,” he said, crossing his arms, “I’m not sure why you would think that.” 

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nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

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❣

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

Flashback to a prank he played on David, at the height of their friendship.

He had been working with David within the church long enough that the two were pretty comfortable with one another and spent time together outside of their duties. 

David had always been curious about how Francis had learned sign, and Francis always had to explain that while he could hear, it wasn’t to the same capacity, even with his hearing aids. He still wanted to feel part of his community and be able to engage in their culture, and that included knowing sign language. 

This always led to David pestering him to teach him some signs, which Francis always declined. He didn’t like to act as teacher really, besides the people he tried to teach always forgot. His own parents didn’t really make an effort, or retain any of the ones he tried to teach them. 

One day after enough poking and prodding, Francis caved, but he decided to have fun with it. He taught his friend some swears and told him they were basic greetings. 

Francis was usually against using foul language, and wasn’t really one for pranks, but he didn’t think David would actually use them or remember any of it. 

He had written the whole ordeal off until the next time he was hanging out with David and he told him that he’d gotten him in trouble with his neighbors. Enough so that they had given him dirty looks and flipped him off. 

When Francis heard this, he laughed harder than he ever has. To make it up to him, he actually taught him some basic signs. 

It’s still one of the funniest memories he can recall.

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💜

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad. 

Flashback to Francis’ senior year when he was about 18 years old. 

There was a lot going on for Francis, he was just trying to be like all of the other teens in his school, and graduate, maybe even make some memories, but none of that seemed possible. He became more and more withdrawn, the others around him not noticing how he was beginning to wither away, blending in with the walls, save for whenever he did something they found strange and stared at him, whispers he couldn’t hear, but could see and sense with the stares that were aimed at him. 

He was trying to keep the weird sensations he felt at bay, a calling that was becoming stronger, and his prayers were not holding back. Surely, it was something that he was doing wrong. That’s usually what it was. He just had to work harder, and believe more. Francis would get lost, stuck in rituals to keep everything at bay, or would stop bothering to ask the teachers to repeat something when he couldn’t catch it, their annoyed glances enough to discourage him. 

It finally registered on his teachers’ radar when he missed class because he needed to circle the hallway four times without stepping on any of the cracks before he could enter the room. He couldn’t finish said task and broke down, until one of the teachers was alerted by a concerned student. He told his counselor most of what was going, omitting important details, so that he wouldn’t be completely judged and an appointment was set up with his parents. 

His parents upon finally facing the reality of how their son was struggling, looked on at him with disappointment. Francis hadn’t pulled it together enough to make them feel that things were fine. He needed to try harder. He was making them feel bad. 

As they left the counselor’s office, his could hear his mother clearly say to his father, “I can’t believe this. He’s just making a show of it. You know how much I pray for God to make him normal again. For things to be how they were, but it isn’t working. I don’t know what to do.”

Francis decided that day that he would never face his mother with his good ear whenever they were walking again. He was probably better off not hearing her conversation. 

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💘

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

Flashback to Francis at 26 working in the church, and his connection with the pastor’s son.

Francis had been working within the church for a few years, his parents had decided the best course of action was for him to seek spiritual guidance. He was obviously troubled, and they didn’t need to add arsonist to the list of words they already had to describe him. 

He liked it enough, he had connections with people within the church, he worked as an interpreter and led worship sometimes. It was a good distraction from everything happening within his mind. It was best to ignore the fear that the same thing that occurred at school would go down within those walls too. 

One of the people he had gotten closest to was David, the pastor’s son who was around his age, maybe a little older, and led the youth group. David often called upon him to help with youth services, needing Francis’ guitar skills to get the youths to enjoy worship. 

Francis was always happy to oblige, especially since he so admired David, he loved being around him, he considered him  a great friend. His chest fluttered whenever he came near, and that was usually indication that the other was a nice person who made him feel good.  

The two were holed up in David’s apartment, trying to work out a retreat for the youth group, and David had been drinking (something that Francis didn’t judge him for, everyone had their vices). The night had been long, and they’d veered completely off topic, the two laughing about anything and everything. David didn’t even bring up Francis’ habits that popped up every now and then. It was comfortable in a way Francis rarely felt. 

Suddenly the topic of the superhero teams that had started to pop up in the country came up, Francis bit his lip, his heart racing a little. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he knew he was probably like the people in those teams. Most people in the church felt that the teams were wrong, and weren’t upholding the values they deemed worthy. 

“I wish I had some kind of cool ability, it sucks being ordinary,” David said, causing Francis to freeze. Had he heard that correctly? Often he didn’t catch exactly what people said, they faced him at a wrong angle, or he couldn’t piece it together with their lips. 

“What?” He asked, nothing unusual. 

“It’s cool! I wish I had something about me that was special.”

Francis paused, staring at him for a few seconds, “I think you’re special.” A moment of sincerity, weighted by a closeness that Francis had not been cognizant of until that moment. 

The next thing he knew David was pressing his lips to his, and he kissed back for a second, until he realized what was happening and shoved him off. 

The look on David’s face read of betrayal, and rejection, and fear. Francis hated that he caused that for him, and needed to fix it. 

“N-no, it’s okay, David,” he said, voice shaking, he reached for him and held him in his grasp and the two stayed like that for a while. 

That was the last time he ever saw him. 

To this day the memory of David makes him feel something he can’t quite understand. 

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Peer into my muse's memories

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

💕- A memory about their significant other

💞- A memory about their children

💓- A memory about their friends

💗- A memory about a good deed they did

💖- A memory that made them feel special

💝- A memory that made them feel loved

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

💟- Wildcard!!!

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I bear a cross on me, I bear a god on me, of whom I’ve lost faith in a long time ago.

remnant-thoughts (via sweetcandirps)

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I am not used to being held by good hearts, soft hands never did take to my soft skin. I was convinced that to love was to be torn apart, but this healing tells me otherwise.

i woke up early enough to watch the sunrise, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)

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Follow me to my bed Cause every time you fall, I’ll be holdin’ your head up

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Poltergeist by Banks except you’re walking through a notoriously haunted asylum when it begins echoing in the distance. As you get closer to the source, the spirits in this place get closer to you.

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closed starter for @optimalxcapacity​ ] 

Nighttime was an interesting time for Francis, usually stressful in a way he had grown much too familiar with. As the day progressed he could feel panic set in, knowing that he was in for either flashbacks that came in the form of nightmares, and or his soul leaving his body to wander through the halls. 

It made him feel like he didn’t have any control. He knew this was a feeling he needed to fight, but he still found himself pacing before deciding to sleep. Francis turned his bedside light on and off exactly seven times, said a prayer three times, before sleeping on exactly his right side. Surely, this would help keep him grounded and save him from what was surely a night of terror. 

The thing is it never actually worked. It was wasted energy, that only worked to appease his anxiety for a few short moments. 

He did in fact have a night terror, where he was back in the car with his family, on that fateful day. Instead of waking up screaming, he felt himself project out of his body, floating away. 

The fear he always felt looking down at his body was much different than when he was on the physical plane. It was much less severe and dulled in a way, he could feel worry, but it was through a fog. That part, Francis liked, everything else he did not. 

He floated away, making his way through the Advocates Hall, the only light shining in was that of the moon. He could almost disappear into the shadows of the halls, his form barely visible. 

One of the people that he had come to enjoy spending time with when he was like this was Edvin. They were both on a plane that wasn’t physical, but had connected whenever he was astral projecting. Instead of trying to immediately get back into his body, Francis found himself wandering about, usually settling on a spot where they wouldn’t disturb others to chat. 

He wandered around until he found a nice spot in one of the common areas, now alone, most of the members asleep or off somewhere else. 

“Edvin,” he called out, hoping to summon him. “Edvin. I hope I’m not interrupting anything important you’re doing. I did it again, and I was hoping to have a chat with you.”

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Uri wished he could say he was simply frustrated with his intangibility, but today it was worse than that. The man had dozed off due to overworking himself, and now was hiding behind a chair, naked, hoping nobody would notice him but he was already far too big for the piece of furniture to cover him. Uri had slipped through the floor, leaving his clothes hanging above him, far too high to reach. “Why must this always happen to me?” he whined.

Francis didn’t know what he was expecting that day, but it certainly wasn’t seeing one of his teammates hiding behind a chair, completely naked. He was about to make his way to the kitchen but froze, a feeling of panic fluttering in his chest. 

What was going on?

“Uh,” he began, swallowing roughly, his mouth dry, “Are you, uh, are you okay?” His voice was small and unsure, he tried leveling his gaze elsewhere, trying his hardest not to look. He shouldn’t look at his teammate’s naked form, out of respect. Yes, respect. He could feel his hands sweat, putting them in his pockets. 

“Do you need help?” He almost didn’t want to ask, wanting to turn the other way quickly and forget this whole ordeal, but he didn’t want to leave him if he needed help.