Cyclops' Blog

The evening sky twinkled with stars and the moon beams cut through the thick of the woods surrounding Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. All the students had long since gone to bed as had most of the staff except for the usual offenders of staying up late like Hank in his lab or Charles in his study.

Not far from the school, one young boy finally jumped off a late night bus he had taken all the way from Harlem to Westchester in hopes of escaping his group home. Elias Duke had always known he was different and it all began when he first felt another person's sadness. His social worker's to be exact. He had felt every inch of the sadness and pity that woman felt for him, resulting in his mutation producing enough water from his hands to fill an Olympic swimming pool.

Elias followed the drive up to the school, a small wave of relief washing over him when he noticed a few of the lights still on. He held tight to his backpack straps, anxiously approaching the front steps of the school. The anxiety bubbled and pulsed inside of him, causing the lights inside and outside the mansion to flicker on and off.

Elias reached up and knocked on the tall wooden doors, silently hoping someone would answer and be able to help him.

Those red glasses tilt downwards in Elias's direction. Somehow, with just the slightest angle of Scott's head, the man manages to go from formidable leader to trustworthy teacher. He pulls the door open wider.

Now, here they were again and that same feeling of relief calmed Elias enough to stop the lights flickering. "H-Hello, Mister Summers. You, uh, said I could come here if I needed help?" Elias reminded, praying that the offer was still on the table. The mansion seemed giant compared to a small boy stood in huge hand-me-down clothes.

He nods into the mansion again, encouraging the young boy to follow him in. From here, Elias can only really see the huge staircase leading upstairs, and two doorways that go further into the mansion. But it doesn't take a genius to figure out that it's a lot warm inside. A lot safer, too, if Scott is to be trusted.

He flashes a quick smile at the boy, sort of awkward, but he's trying. Elias doesn't need a leader, right now. Just an adult he can trust. Scott's eyes do a quick sweep over the boy's form, making mental notes of every little thing – his clothes, his posture, his overall outlook. The kid was nervous, that much was obvious. But most students are the first time they get here. Scott's sure he'll adjust in no time, given he actually stays. Right now, though, Elias was still damp from the rain, which meant a hot shower was needed lest he fell sick.

The evening sky twinkled with stars and the moon beams cut through the thick of the woods surrounding Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. All the students had long since gone to bed as had most of the staff except for the usual offenders of staying up late like Hank in his lab or Charles in his study.

Not far from the school, one young boy finally jumped off a late night bus he had taken all the way from Harlem to Westchester in hopes of escaping his group home. Elias Duke had always known he was different and it all began when he first felt another person's sadness. His social worker's to be exact. He had felt every inch of the sadness and pity that woman felt for him, resulting in his mutation producing enough water from his hands to fill an Olympic swimming pool.

Elias followed the drive up to the school, a small wave of relief washing over him when he noticed a few of the lights still on. He held tight to his backpack straps, anxiously approaching the front steps of the school. The anxiety bubbled and pulsed inside of him, causing the lights inside and outside the mansion to flicker on and off.

Elias reached up and knocked on the tall wooden doors, silently hoping someone would answer and be able to help him.

Those red glasses tilt downwards in Elias's direction. Somehow, with just the slightest angle of Scott's head, the man manages to go from formidable leader to trustworthy teacher. He pulls the door open wider.

Now, here they were again and that same feeling of relief calmed Elias enough to stop the lights flickering. "H-Hello, Mister Summers. You, uh, said I could come here if I needed help?" Elias reminded, praying that the offer was still on the table. The mansion seemed giant compared to a small boy stood in huge hand-me-down clothes.

He nods into the mansion again, encouraging the young boy to follow him in. From here, Elias can only really see the huge staircase leading upstairs, and two doorways that go further into the mansion. But it doesn't take a genius to figure out that it's a lot warm inside. A lot safer, too, if Scott is to be trusted.

The evening sky twinkled with stars and the moon beams cut through the thick of the woods surrounding Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. All the students had long since gone to bed as had most of the staff except for the usual offenders of staying up late like Hank in his lab or Charles in his study.

Not far from the school, one young boy finally jumped off a late night bus he had taken all the way from Harlem to Westchester in hopes of escaping his group home. Elias Duke had always known he was different and it all began when he first felt another person's sadness. His social worker's to be exact. He had felt every inch of the sadness and pity that woman felt for him, resulting in his mutation producing enough water from his hands to fill an Olympic swimming pool.

Elias followed the drive up to the school, a small wave of relief washing over him when he noticed a few of the lights still on. He held tight to his backpack straps, anxiously approaching the front steps of the school. The anxiety bubbled and pulsed inside of him, causing the lights inside and outside the mansion to flicker on and off.

Elias reached up and knocked on the tall wooden doors, silently hoping someone would answer and be able to help him.

Those red glasses tilt downwards in Elias's direction. Somehow, with just the slightest angle of Scott's head, the man manages to go from formidable leader to trustworthy teacher. He pulls the door open wider.

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

(Tw for a depiction of a panic attack)

Everyone had their bad days, it can be something small. For Kira, it took a lot to push her over.

Scott stumbles backwards and grabs his glasses before they can slip off his nose. He's about to reassure the teen as he rubs his nose bridge before noticing her on the ground. A peculiar sight. They hadn't bumped into each other that hard, had they? No, this seemed like more than just a little pain from walking into somebody. Scott swears he hears... crying. Sniffling. He crouches to Kira's level, knees popping as he groans.

“I- I’m sorry, I’m not hurt- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to-“

hic

She sobs, attempting to use box breathing. It felt like her chest might explode.. Kira wasn’t supposed to act like this. She was being out of character. She was being bad.

He carefully catches Kira by the arms and steadies her. This isn't exactly an unfamiliar sight to Scott, being a teacher and all, but that doesn't make it any easier. Quickly, he looks around and spots an old bench nearby.

She repeated the same phrase, almost stumbling as she started to stand up.

Which is why she shouldn’t cry.

Kira lets out a quiet sob, once again starting to curl up on the bench.

In the short moment that Scott freezes, it seems like Kira only gets worse. He pulls himself out of it and awkwardly puts his hand on the girl's shoulder, squeezing (what he hopes is) comfortingly.

She shakes her head.

Scott puts both his hands on Kira's shoulders now. He's really not the best guy to go to for this, despite his years of experience as a mentor. Comforting people has never gotten easier over the years. If anything, people keep finding new and uncomfortable ways to need Scott's support. Not saying he hates it, he'd just love it if all problems could be solved by an objective solution rather than... feelings.

(Tw for a depiction of a panic attack)

Everyone had their bad days, it can be something small. For Kira, it took a lot to push her over.

Scott stumbles backwards and grabs his glasses before they can slip off his nose. He's about to reassure the teen as he rubs his nose bridge before noticing her on the ground. A peculiar sight. They hadn't bumped into each other that hard, had they? No, this seemed like more than just a little pain from walking into somebody. Scott swears he hears... crying. Sniffling. He crouches to Kira's level, knees popping as he groans.

“I- I’m sorry, I’m not hurt- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to-“

hic

She sobs, attempting to use box breathing. It felt like her chest might explode.. Kira wasn’t supposed to act like this. She was being out of character. She was being bad.

He carefully catches Kira by the arms and steadies her. This isn't exactly an unfamiliar sight to Scott, being a teacher and all, but that doesn't make it any easier. Quickly, he looks around and spots an old bench nearby.

She repeated the same phrase, almost stumbling as she started to stand up.

Which is why she shouldn’t cry.

Kira lets out a quiet sob, once again starting to curl up on the bench.

In the short moment that Scott freezes, it seems like Kira only gets worse. He pulls himself out of it and awkwardly puts his hand on the girl's shoulder, squeezing (what he hopes is) comfortingly.

She shakes her head.

Scott puts both his hands on Kira's shoulders now. He's really not the best guy to go to for this, despite his years of experience as a mentor. Comforting people has never gotten easier over the years. If anything, people keep finding new and uncomfortable ways to need Scott's support. Not saying he hates it, he'd just love it if all problems could be solved by an objective solution rather than... feelings.

(Tw for a depiction of a panic attack)

Everyone had their bad days, it can be something small. For Kira, it took a lot to push her over.

Scott stumbles backwards and grabs his glasses before they can slip off his nose. He's about to reassure the teen as he rubs his nose bridge before noticing her on the ground. A peculiar sight. They hadn't bumped into each other that hard, had they? No, this seemed like more than just a little pain from walking into somebody. Scott swears he hears... crying. Sniffling. He crouches to Kira's level, knees popping as he groans.

“I- I’m sorry, I’m not hurt- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to-“

hic

She sobs, attempting to use box breathing. It felt like her chest might explode.. Kira wasn’t supposed to act like this. She was being out of character. She was being bad.

He carefully catches Kira by the arms and steadies her. This isn't exactly an unfamiliar sight to Scott, being a teacher and all, but that doesn't make it any easier. Quickly, he looks around and spots an old bench nearby.

She repeated the same phrase, almost stumbling as she started to stand up.

Which is why she shouldn’t cry.

Kira lets out a quiet sob, once again starting to curl up on the bench.

In the short moment that Scott freezes, it seems like Kira only gets worse. He pulls himself out of it and awkwardly puts his hand on the girl's shoulder, squeezing (what he hopes is) comfortingly.

Say hypothetically some kid couldn’t sleep due to a conundrum of the light to darkness ratio in their room.

Could- hypothetically. That kid have access to a nightly source of light??

( translation: He’s scared of the dark and wants a night light 💔)

@sensorry-overload

(Tw for a depiction of a panic attack)

Everyone had their bad days, it can be something small. For Kira, it took a lot to push her over.

Scott stumbles backwards and grabs his glasses before they can slip off his nose. He's about to reassure the teen as he rubs his nose bridge before noticing her on the ground. A peculiar sight. They hadn't bumped into each other that hard, had they? No, this seemed like more than just a little pain from walking into somebody. Scott swears he hears... crying. Sniffling. He crouches to Kira's level, knees popping as he groans.

“I- I’m sorry, I’m not hurt- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to-“

hic

She sobs, attempting to use box breathing. It felt like her chest might explode.. Kira wasn’t supposed to act like this. She was being out of character. She was being bad.

He carefully catches Kira by the arms and steadies her. This isn't exactly an unfamiliar sight to Scott, being a teacher and all, but that doesn't make it any easier. Quickly, he looks around and spots an old bench nearby.

She repeated the same phrase, almost stumbling as she started to stand up.

(Tw for a depiction of a panic attack)

Everyone had their bad days, it can be something small. For Kira, it took a lot to push her over.

Scott stumbles backwards and grabs his glasses before they can slip off his nose. He's about to reassure the teen as he rubs his nose bridge before noticing her on the ground. A peculiar sight. They hadn't bumped into each other that hard, had they? No, this seemed like more than just a little pain from walking into somebody. Scott swears he hears... crying. Sniffling. He crouches to Kira's level, knees popping as he groans.

“I- I’m sorry, I’m not hurt- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to-“

hic

She sobs, attempting to use box breathing. It felt like her chest might explode.. Kira wasn’t supposed to act like this. She was being out of character. She was being bad.

He carefully catches Kira by the arms and steadies her. This isn't exactly an unfamiliar sight to Scott, being a teacher and all, but that doesn't make it any easier. Quickly, he looks around and spots an old bench nearby.

Say hypothetically some kid couldn’t sleep due to a conundrum of the light to darkness ratio in their room.

Could- hypothetically. That kid have access to a nightly source of light??

( translation: He’s scared of the dark and wants a night light 💔)

@sensorry-overload

(Tw for a depiction of a panic attack)

Everyone had their bad days, it can be something small. For Kira, it took a lot to push her over.

Scott stumbles backwards and grabs his glasses before they can slip off his nose. He's about to reassure the teen as he rubs his nose bridge before noticing her on the ground. A peculiar sight. They hadn't bumped into each other that hard, had they? No, this seemed like more than just a little pain from walking into somebody. Scott swears he hears... crying. Sniffling. He crouches to Kira's level, knees popping as he groans.

“I- I’m sorry, I’m not hurt- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to-“

hic

(Tw for a depiction of a panic attack)

Everyone had their bad days, it can be something small. For Kira, it took a lot to push her over.

Scott stumbles backwards and grabs his glasses before they can slip off his nose. He's about to reassure the teen as he rubs his nose bridge before noticing her on the ground. A peculiar sight. They hadn't bumped into each other that hard, had they? No, this seemed like more than just a little pain from walking into somebody. Scott swears he hears... crying. Sniffling. He crouches to Kira's level, knees popping as he groans.