body heat meme

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The Body Heat Meme



Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.
Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket.
A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!
So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.

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wataru hibiki | ensemble stars

[astounds]

[coze]

[ An unceremonious tumble of a roughly arranged reunion with his bedroom floor has been hastily initiated as an avalanche of hair follows after, nestling atop his person like an offered shelter from the ruthless cold.

With that impulsively unjust, one-sided exchange, bleary eyes were eventually obscured by a softly feathered bosom -- Jeanne: the epitome of loyal fondness first, a protective face mask second, apparently. But, Goro's mind latched onto that sequence of consequential motion that led him to his literal downfall, rights somehow lost in terms of his well-deserved spot on that piece of furniture: he was shoved off just now, wasn't he, and in some uncouth show of sympathy, hair as a substitute comforter to lull him back to some far off slumber. What kind of tomfoolery -- at least Wataru doesn't smell like he went dumpster diving prior to the brain's mandatory retreat to nightly veiled dreams. ]

As unwanted as they may be, even rude awakenings have their advantages. To start a day anew already allows for progress to be resumed despite the likely bout of minor annoyance. But, I hope you'll reconsider your timing next time. It's a quarter to four... [ in the damn morning -- and Wataru is probably still snoozing his life away like the little shit he is and can't be bothered to hear his lowkey complaint.

That's whatever, though. Excuse him as he slips away from all that hair; is this Rapunzel v.2 # WTF ]

[astounds]

( you're right, you're so right because wataru has no one to actually wake him up in the morning with the new plans that the world has set up for him — well, aside from jeanne. it's much too early, he's blocking out the noise just by turning away with that sheepish grin on his face and some left over slob on the pillow in his wake. for an idol, he does have some normal habits that other humans do, considering he acts far from the norm; he can be surprising.

now, that's different for his hair that's related to many eldritch abominations, considering it moves on its own without any need to hear wataru's voice. the strands think it's super early as well, locks actually curling around goro's wrist in hopes to give a small tug to pull him back. isn't that odd? odd as hell but that's wataru's life for you, filled with mysteries and love that makes magic.

to be honest, what does he have to get up so early for? the hair doesn't understand so as weird as it is as a few strands wrap around goro's waist now and one more little, light pull. they're not going to let him go so easily but maybe this is something wataru is instructing to happen while he's asleep? he looks peaceful, innocent, aside from that dumb grin on his face — does he know what's up?

but luckily for goro, jeanne's beady eyes are open but for how long will he have her help? )

[coze]

[ the fact that wataru is straight up drooling all over his pillow: # DISGUSTING but how marvelous is it that Goro has seen ~ some shit ~ He can't even be perturbed by the unexpected grasping appendages that insists -- by all means, take a seat, stay a little longer. But, listen, he's sticking with this story: Wataru booty-slammed him out of bed and now he has to deal with the repercussions of a mind that refuses to shut down now because that's it for the night: he's obtained the most insufficient amount of shuteye therefore his brain is convinced they'll definitely survive the day like this.

Petulance encourages the hands-on experience to witness it for himself, see whether or not Wataru's seemingly silent yet sentient strands of hair were as durable as the grasp along his person: dawdle backwards towards the closed door, feel either the pressure of a stubborn clutch or an immediate retract from the forced stretch caused by an assertive distance. Either way, it was a presented theory that will promise valuable results regardless of what the given reaction may be: something to avoid or to allow even in his dismissive attitude because at least he'll know by then that he'll be able to handle it with some integrity. Lowkey: he just wants to witness Wataru falling onto the ground.

There's that (un)foreseeable option C where he'll loiter around the bedside, attempting to collect all that batch of hair into a loosely gathered ponytail, plucking the imposing strands off of his waist in the process, hoping to appease whatever clingy entity that felt compelled to keep him super glued into place like this -- which is the option he decidedly chooses. Revenge may be the most """fun""" he'll ever have, but growing up too quick meant childishly brutish decisions wasn't something he'd readily choose out of his assorted arsenal. ]

Unfortunately, I don't own any hair ties. That's why I must apologize for this request... I was hoping you'll lend me your assistance. [ Wherever Jeanne slid off to after his attempted departure, he'll reach for her -- before plopping the bird onto the nest of all that hair, set aside on the pillow's edge that was free from saliva. ] It's perplexing to describe hair as volatile... However, it seems he's quite mindful of you. [ Murmured little exchange because unlike somebody we all know so well and love ( ?? ), Goro has enough volume control to do that much for the sleeping beauties of this universe. ] I'll leave the door open just in case you'd like to get some light exercise.

[ A joke. But, if Jeanne hasn't fallen asleep halfway through that, she's truly a champion. okay, hair, be like adhesive and stick to the young lady aka make her feel the coziest she has ever been. goodbye attempt #2 as he tries to make his silent approach to the door. ]

[astounds]

( that's mean, to judge him, but it's a human trait to sleep good and drool all at the same time — kind of. whatever he's dreaming about must be exciting if a simple bump was able to knock goro out of his own sweet dreams, that constant smile on his face as nails dig into the security of his pillow. everything isn't as beautiful as it always seem, his small tosses and turns causing his hair to wrap around his face like some sort of mask but the length still the same as ever — yet to be retracted by the limitations of worldly law. he's yet to notice that the other has left from his spot, ready to start the day with something planned because it can't be that goro akechi would wake so deadass, headass early in the morning.

but his thoughts are clear in his mind as he sleeps, lucky that this night isn't just another black void filled with tragedy. this story for him that plays is one of youth, a young child with dimmed pair of eyes, short hair and balancing a small egg atop of his head that's tickled pink by the thought of purchasing a star. his world is dark, was dark but for once that glowing entity made his world shine. the child is happier now, being able to see things he never thought he would before — such as the mysterious egg, the props laying across the floor for his personal use. the child believes he can move forward now, see what the world has to give him in this wide room he's locked within; for once, he may be able to find the door to meet the outside world.

but he's still lonely, he has no one by his side and that makes him stop in the center of the room to think. looking down towards his small brown shoes and the egg defies gravity because this is a dream, staying atop the boy's head. how far will these legs move, how long will this star in his hands glow? he has lots of questions, now looking into the palm of his hand to see the five-pronged shape float and decides to hold it to his chest. the star is warm, it leaves a numb feeling in his chest and at times, he thinks he can feel his heart swell. he thinks that he could name this "love" because that's what it feels like. his lips wibble, he can feel his eyes gloss over from the burning sensation of tears coming from the corners because it actually feels nice so with another step — the boy moves.

in reality, wataru is far too busy sleeping away his life to care about what's happening with his hair. the tussle of it and the detective, who will win? his hair is concerned about the small avian that's now settled in the center and if this entity could actually speak, it'd be proud of goro's way of avoiding the mass. jeanne is definitely a cheat code, blinking in confusion as she stays in her place because she can listen to the detective unlike someone. she puffs up her chest and exhales, closing her eyes to continue her slumber and that's just throwing the hair off in it's own way. the bird is sleep but SOMEONE in this room isn't and who would that be, hmm.

how can they make her the coziest when ~coze is right there, hm, hm! so the locks of hair agree on something. a few staying in place around jeanne but like a snake do the locks slither off the bed and onto the floor, quickly wrapping around the brunette's ankle and don't get upset when it holds itself out in a straight line in order to trip the male up. out of all the hair that's restless, various attempts in trying to reel goro back like some sort of legendary koi — each piece moves sans the braided part of that monstrosity. perhaps that's the big boss and the other must be lucky for not stirring it from it's ancient slumber.

anyway, the rest of the pieces will do their best by wrapping around goro's other ankle and latching to his knees as well. do they think? or do they not think? whatever they're doing, it's like they have communication and enough judgement to know if they wrap this and that around the brunette's knees; they could stop him momentarily. just one act of aggression is now, tugging quickly to pull goro back. go to sleep you awake asshole. )

[coze]

[ Unconditional support to nullify the adverse symptoms of an obvious lack took the form of another trip to the floor -- the fabric against his knee scraping across it, arms sheltering his face, breaking the fall. Such an appalling, delirious game of tug o' war that he got roped into without his spoken consent: the solution is a bare-faced definitive that he ought to take, disregarding their ongoing win-loss ratio that he wanted to tilt in his favor, uneven enough as it is. But, he didn't fancy the idea of being confined in his own room by the unexplained notions of a dormant misfit: playing catch up with schoolwork, indulging in an added workload of an impromptu study session afterward, would pass the time -- long enough to feign nonchalance as he'll exchange the usual morning greeting with a sleepyheaded idol who finally decided it was time to rise and freakin' shine. It's a good thing Wataru hardly pries, bothers to intrude into his selectively silenced thoughts -- because not only is he awful at being human, but his need for sleep was such an unrequited thing.

He rests against the edge of the bed -- before sliding an arm under shoulder blades, drawing the other close enough to make out that smile, somewhat illuminated by the streetlights outside, nosy as can be as they dimly filtered through his partially open blinds, offering something like a spotlight for Wataru to unknowingly bask in. Brushing the strands of hair away with gentle strokes of his fingers, it was with quiet purpose to tickle the unconscious canvas of the other's features, to encourage a reaction -- like fluttering eyelids that may imply a gradual awakening. But, he has learned early on that Wataru was a heavy sleeper, unperturbed by outside influences, and his current investigative need to observe the countenance he thought he had learned to hate upon their initial encounter, stumbling into each other's lives -- like crushing uncooperative pieces to a puzzle together, forcing them to fit into place. All for what? Sometimes, he wonders if the other considers it worth it, lumping himself in with something abhorrently filthy.

Goro damn near drops Wataru from his hold, getting lost in his head again -- terrified by this stroke of luck, that intermittent reminder that there's an inevitable finale to this. But, he catches himself before that occurs, now busied with the task of gathering all that hair into a loose ponytail in his hand -- then laying the bundle across the other's torso, lowkey strangling the darkened ends as if to silently reprimand them for giving him such a hard time -- like jeez, boy just wanted to study. bad influences, i say! still, can they truly be the embodiment of educational injustice if his earlier resolve is starting to wither -- unintentionally prompting his umpteenth defeat as this pseudo tentacle monster joke thread becomes fucking serious out of nowhere. But, his phone is charging nearby; he can probe the net with that, so to bide his time, waiting for the rising sun -- was just fine this way.

what do you know, though: the supposed detective eventually dozes off, shoulders slack, head bent low with his bangs obscuring the entirety of his face. But, his grip around the other doesn't waver, even in his sleep. one can say that the gay ass culprit is the hand over wataru's heart that felt every melodic thrum -- enough to put this internally distraught dude back to sleep. now let's hope wataru doesn't wake up first because what a disaster. goro may as well start investing in earplugs and duct tape at this point. ]