taste my steel

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

I don’t care if we already have 10,000 threads, if you see me post a meme that you are at all interested in, then SEND ME THE MEME. If we’ve never played together before, SEND ME THE MEME. If you’ve already sent me a meme and I haven’t replied to it yet, SEND ME THE MEME! If we had something going a while back, but it got lost, SEND ME THE MEME! Bottom line, if I post a meme, I want everyone I play with to, everybody now SEND ME THE MEME!!

i'm begging mutuals on roleplay blogs to start interacting. most people for what i have seen, are super comfortable with memes being the first shape of interaction, and the odd starter call too. like them, send various memes to get options.

this goes to single blogs but also multimuse blogs. i promise you, as someone with a lot of multimuse blogs, sometimes just giving a few names is enough for people to try on those muses.

interact with your mutuals. like their post, make jokes on their ooc post if that's how you feel more comfortable, share a pic or two, maybe discord. but for the gods sake, send memes, like starter calls, specially when it's encouraged.

i promise you people won't reject you.

" bloodletter . . . ? " aurora repeated, watching as the other kissed the blade, clearly with a sense of pride that the princess could not understand. " so, then, what is this sword named after? surely, not a woman named bloodletter. " she asked curiously, not knowing what quinn meant by the question of if aurora had ever experienced bloodletting.

at her surprise, the blonde too also looked surprised. she hummed, nodding her head. " i did, the palace of sonne, off to the east. " she answered, a lithe hand coming up to point in that direction. " that is my home, after all. " aurora said with a giggle, " i apologize, i fear i have told you my name but hardly all of it. " then aurora offered quinn a simple curtsy, the pale pink skirt flaring out in her hand. " my name is aurora de la l'églantine, crown princess of sonne. "

she stood upright again, shoulders back and chin high — the perfect posture of a princess. " but truly, i prefer aurora. "

"Princess?!" Quinn barely managed to spit out before she began coughing from the surprise of it all. She beat a fist on her chest and waved her hand, taking a much needed moment to recompose herself with the information she was now privy to.

Her mind raced with possibilities. Here she was, a Princess from a big regal palace, roaming the forest without a care in the world. The thief's eyes practically lit up picturing all the gold coins and jewels that were most certainly crowded behind big stone walls. She had to play this carefully.

The Scotswoman immediately dropped to one knee and crossed an arm over her chest, bowing her head with respect. "You'll have to forgive me, Your Highness. It's not every day my horse tries to eat a Princess' hair, and then I swing my sword around in front'a her." Innocent green eyes peeked upward as she offered her a much softer smile than any of her previous smirks. "You've shown me much grace. Please, how can I make it up to you?"

“Just…don’t try making it a sword again, please. I’m a bit too close to you and rather not get run through by my own blade,” Eleanor laughed, her face lighting up in amusement at the idea. In truth, the blade only transformed for her, responding to her magic. “Oh, I’ve gotten used to it at this point,” Eleanor noted, but her laugh was now nervous. “I’ve unfortunately accidentally killed a few out of self-defense,” she confessed, looking down with guilt and remorse.

Eleanor most certainly was blushing at Ardra, her gaydar going off along with her attraction to the tall woman. Tall, awkwardly charming, and another crown princess…this could work… Eleanor knew she had to be courted by someone of status, and Ardra most certainly fit that description. “Oh,” was all Eleanor could say, the smirk on Ardra’s face making her feel like her mind was being read.

At being given a flower by Ardra, the crown princess turned even more scarlet in her cheeks, taking it and putting it in her hair to show her appreciation. “You are and thank you for it. I’m fond of flowers and botany,” she confessed, feeling beautiful with the flower Ardra has chosen to give her.

Ardra's smile only grew at Eleanor's reaction to her flowery gift. It was sweet. The fellow Princess' blush was certainly adorable, and the flower now resting in her long brown hair only added to her appeal. She leaned back and rested her hands on her hips, nodding softly.

"Mm, are ya, now? Well, I'm makin' a mental note of that," she chuckled as she offered the dagger back to her, "I guess ya could say I'm fond of botany m'self. Maybe gardenin', mostly. My mother started a rather large garden that the castlegoers and villagers alike use. I'm always tillin' around in there gettin' messy!"

The Scotswoman rolled up her sleeves in the spring sun, inadvertently showing off the biceps she worked hard to maintain. Freckles and small scars covered her lightly tanned skin, and she went the extra mile by stretching both behind her head. "Tell me, what else does a Princess such as yourself enjoy doin'?"

“Are you certain? It’s very mature of you to take responsibility for making a mistake,” Queen Elinor praised her granddaughter, stroking her face tenderly after getting rid of the splinter. “I’m proud of you, for coming to me and for not wanting to hurt the log,” she told her little one, cradling the small brunette lovingly.

“Sounds good. Two kisses?” Elinor took the little princess’s hand and kissed where the splinter had been twice, ever so gently as the princess’s hand was ever so small. “She did, aye!” Elinor confirmed, smiling as she began stroking Ardra’s hair affectionately. “Love can heal a great deal, if it is true — be it family or romantic like your mummies,” she informed Ardra.

"I'm certain, gramma," A big smile grew on Ardra's sweet face as her grandmother stroked her cheek. Her little chest swelled with pride at the praises bestowed upon her, nuzzling even closer against the Queen and playing with a long lock of brown hair. "Aye! I'm very mature!" Maybe she didn't entirely know what that word meant, but if grandma used it so proudly, it MUST be good!

Remaining cradled against the Queen's shoulder, the little Princess burst into delighted giggles when she was given little kisses. She looked up at her grandmother with big green eyes. "If it's true?" came her little murmur, tilting her head curiously.

Still, Ardra smiled brightly at the mention of her mothers. She ADORED them! It would be hard to find a person she didn't love, but her mums were her best friends. Just thinking about them made her happy. "I love my mummies! They're so... ro... roman... romantical!" she squeaked, "They say I'm part magic!"

a tender glimpse beneath the surface

kiss roulette

inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear

i honestly prefer to kick a man when hes down. its the easiest time to do it