[historical-rp-memes]

{ Send “good times” for our characters to meet at a New Year’s party }

[normal-horoscopes]

[ASMR] I CALL YOU AN IDIOT SEVERAL TIMES WHILE TREATING YOUR STAB WOUNDS

[ncumenia-archived]

«The ones with crooked fingers who you’re referring to are the same who are trying to persuade some foolish to give up ascending the Peak, even though half a century ago they were more… Careless and cruel. Basically, they let the Mountain’s magic punish them properly. At least you’re not one of them, from what I understand. I’m glad.» Making disappear her pipe -probably in order to not intoxicate the other with the strong smoke-, the raven-haired Lunari faced the brown-haired woman, wondering why she was here if she wasn’t interested to ascend the Sacred Peak. Most of the folks who “visited” Targon were here either for ascend the Mountain or steal some ancient artifact hidden all around, especially inside the forgotten Lunari caves. «Sunburn? When my heart was still beating I had a few of them. Nasty and painful! My skin was extremely delicate.» Shaking her head “no”, remembering how painful and itchy they were, the Lunari narrowed her eyes, ignoring her answer. Why would she talk about her past to a total stranger like her? «… And you’ve got nothing to heal your burn, I suppose…?»

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Kat tossed her bag to the powdery earth and took a seat beside it as the female spoke, taking the time to get some rest and drink water from the canteen while she enjoyed the first reasonable sounding conversation since arriving in Targon. As the stranger sent her pipe into the aether and turned to engage her in conversation, she took the opportunity to respond. “I’m not religious, in any sense of the word, so when old people start yelling at me about deities I’m a little put off... I’ve seen people who claimed to be gods who happen to have some sort of skill beyond the normal human... but I mean, I have skills like that. I’m not a god. Who’s to say that all the ‘gods’ I hear about aren’t just people who had abilities taking advantage of people who don’t know any better?”  

At the mention of her sunburn she looked down at the flush of pink over her freckled forearms, the light cloak she’d purchased not reaching past her elbows having been more of a problem than relief from heat. She was certain her face and ears had received much more damage. “Oh, I’m not worried about it. I’ve felt pain worse than a bit of stinging in the skin that’ll go away in a few days.” Her scarred mouth breaks into a rowdy grin, almost like a child discussing her skinned knees. “I’ll know better than to let anything go uncovered during a day long hike next time.” 

[musingofmemes-blog]

⚔️Shout Out To The Muses That Are UNAPOLOGETIC About Being Assholes, Antagonistic Pricks, and  Generally Bad People™ ⚔️

Stories need conflict to thrive. The Roleplay Community benefits from having muns that play antagonistic characters. Characters that not all others muses will like and get along with. Muses who do fucked up shit and love it. It can be lonely playing a character that everyone wants to treat like a punching bag, or wants to walk over, or ignore.

Reblog if your blog APPRECIATES, SUPPORTS, and RESPECTS Villains and antagonistic muses!!

[screamyvegetables]

[rpmemes-galore]

some fresh, hot tea:  oc blogs shouldn’t have to jump through fifty hoops / have perfect aesthetics and formatted posts / long responses otherwise they’re not  ‘ quality ‘ / impeccable tags / constantly worry about being forgotten and overlooked / beg for each and every interaction just to get the slightest attention on this site… 

[the-hearth-below-deactivated202]

Oh

[stuff-by-v]

My muse is standing under mistletoe. Send 💋 to give them a kiss.

Or, send 🌿 for my muse to find yours standing under the mistletoe.

[fivefingerfacerearranger]

Neeko happily climbs up the tol gf and kisses her cheek.

Katherine grins at the peck on her cheek, hooking an arm under Neeko's rump to hoist her up onto her shoulder. "Hello my strong tomato."

[fivefingerfacerearranger]

Katherine sits alone at a bar, snow drifting past the windows silently in the still of the evening. A few shapes pass by the windows here and there, some coming in to gather at tables or to take another of the lonely seats at the counter. The smell of hard liquor and cigarette smoke fill the air instead of the scent of pine or cinnamon or some other holiday fragrance and the garbled sounds that called over the speakers from the radio discussed weather instead of playing carols. It wasnt very festive, though most people came to bars on Christmas eve to get away from all that. The barkeep, a shapely blonde with a mole on the side of her nose, came over and refilled the tall glass in front of the fighter with beer and offered a smile. Kat returned it with a half smile of her own before turning her attention to the bubbles dancing up the sides of her glass. "Merry Christmas, Missy." She said quietly as the clock, numbers flashing brilliant red, clicked over to midnight. The barkeep turned back to her, her smile growing. "Merry Christmas Kat."

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Send ✖ + a body part for my muse’s reaction to yours touching a scar they have on that body part.

Send ✿ + a body part to kiss the scar instead!

[musing-achievements]

↖️Hidden Achievement: Unarmed and Dangerous!

🏆I don’t need a weapon in my hands to KICK YOUR ASS!

[888sensei]

[fivefingerfacerearranger]

Neeko happily bounds over to kat and holds up a small poorly wrapped present, "Merry snowdown Kat!" Inside was a crystal flower that seemed to glow with a faint blue light, "Neeko doesn't have any money, it was the best Neeko could make." She twirled her hair and looked at the ground sheepishly.

Katherine looks more than a bit surprised as the gift is presented to her, the expression softening as she opens it to reveal the lovely flower within. After a moment she smiles warmly and scoops the oovikat into her arms for a hug. "It is a beautiful gift Neeko, thank you."

[kyousrpaskmemes]

Send me “Can you teach me?” for my muse to teach yours something new.

[Specify muse!]

[deactivated-blog]

Send “😡” to find my muse grouchy for an unknown reason.

Or send “😡+ reverse” for the opposite! 

(If you cannot see the emoji send “Grouchy”)

[fivefingerfacerearranger]

Shadow Boxing

[feather-feets]

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The sudden flying feline startled the fighter into stepping back a few paces, though a laugh escaped her at the guttural retching sound that escaped the bandit on the ground as the full force of her descent drove his breath from his lungs once more.

As Calliope returned her belongings to their proper place, and the newly acquired items as well, Katherine made her way over to the corpse laying nearby to rifle through his pockets as well. A knife, skeleton keys and lock-picking kit (something she tucked into her pocket in case she needed it later), along with an equally jingling pouch at his hip filled with watches and gold and jewelry. “Looks like these fellows have been busy…” She mused, standing as she heard Calliope’s paws thudding on the wooden crate. “Done with this one I imagine.” She asked, even as she strode over and brought her booted foot nearly up to her chest over the gasping man’s head. “Good afternoon.” 

The pleasant farewell was punctuated by the sickening squelch of his skull as she drove her leg down toward his face, her mouth a hard scowl as she immediately lifted her foot to wipe it clean on the jerking corpse’s chest. “No sense in letting them off to go mug and kill someone else less capable of handling them, hm?” Only after speaking did she realize that she wasn’t quite in the company she was accustomed to. “Ehm…. sorry bout that.” She gestured briefly to the corpse as she gathered up her belongings from the alcove. “No tolerance for people who fuck with me. It’s how you get a rep for being soft… and more company that you don’t ask for.”

Calliope bristled mildly when Kat raised her boot, but more rapidly appeared panicked as she realized what was about to happen. As the sound echoed all too clearly through her keen ears, she just managed to crest the top of the crates and avoid seeing the sight. Though she wasn’t opposed to violence, she wasn’t the type to handle….this…particularly well.

“Well, no we don’t want that. I know both of these guys. They aren’t exactly non-violent when procuring their stolen treasures. They’re actually who I was looking for earlier when you came up to me,“ She was stiffly faced away from the man she had landed on and was doing her best to avoid looking at the other man now that she noticed the pool of red forming on the ground around his head. “I-it’s fine, I’m…sorta accustomed to the violence since I’ve lived here my whole life. There’s really no avoiding it,“ she paused, glancing around. 

“We need to get out of this area. I need to regain my bearings. The smell of their blood is throwing me off,“

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Kat slung her bag over her shoulder and replaced her brass knuckles in her pockets as she listened to Cal speak, nodding along in agreement and making her way past the corpses to wait for her. 

“Well, I’m certainly glad that you were able to recover your missing things. And hey, ended up getting a bit of a bonus on top of what I intended to give you for the guidance. Though, I’d understand you wanting to make yourself scarce.” Turning, she began making her way back out of the alley and on the original path they’d been walking along. “Not many people out of the business are alright with hanging around me after a display like that, especially in public where the law is more likely to stumble on it.” She sniffed and looked down at her boot once more before frowning and moving over to shuffle it through the dirt as if she’d stepped in something gross.... which, she had.

“So, are you coming along my way or do you point me in the right direction and we part here?” She offered Cal a reassuring smile, honestly fine with either option. She’d become accustomed to killing, it was how she made her money and part of the career she enjoyed. Not necessarily everyone was so cool headed about the idea of snuffing out life, living trash piles or not.

[fivefingerfacerearranger]

There's a sudden cat loaf. She's blepping. Where did she even come from?

Kat blinks at the cat, looking uneasily around for just exactly where this feline came from and finding no answers in her surroundings. “Well… hello there.” She muttered, tilting her head curiously. “Where did you come from?”

[silvestreaelurus]

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When the hand wasnt immediately bitten or otherwise turned away, the fighter smiled and leaned in to gently massage along the feline’s ears. “Well aren’t you a lovely lady, hm?” Katherine liked animals much more so than humans. She relaxed into a seated position from her squat and brought her hand down to gently rub her cheek with the heel of her hand.

She began to purr, the sound rumbling through her chest and throat as she leaned into the other’s hand. People usually weren’t so ready to pet her, even when she was acting like a timid house cat. It felt nice though, really.

[fivefingerfacerearranger]

She laughs lightly and plops flat down on her bottom, tugging the large cat loaf into her lap and giving her ear and neck rubs. “Aww you’re just a big ole kitty cat, arent you?” One hand scritched at her chin as the other stroked down her side.