multiple meme mayhem

[devourer]

IT'S VALENTINE'S DAY

so play something cute!! pick from any meme. or combine them if you're crazy.

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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The Bathing Meme

Scrub-a-dub-dub, this meme is ridiculous. No, really. This is a meme about taking a bath. Silly.

- Post your character with name, series, and preferences as the subject header or as a note in the comment box.
- Reply to other characters, using the RNG (1-8) to choose a bath type from the list below.
- Characters bathe. Or other things involving a bath. Whatever, dudes. Anything goes!
- Sexy times and/or triggery material may pop up in threads. Please be conscientious toward your fellow roleplaying buddies!

1. Bubble Bath: Here, the characters are sharing a humongous bubble bath with all the froth they can handle. The scent is delicious, the water is warm—go on, enjoy yourselves!
2. Shower: Perhaps not as fun as a bubble bath, but hey, at least it's built to accommodate two. Don’t slip!
3. Hot Tub: A whirlpool of warmth and—mm. Don't mind me. I'll just be sinking in.
4. Hot Springs: An outdoors bath is good, too, right? Or maybe this is part of a hotel. Either way, it sure is steamy.
5. Decadent Bath: There could be bubbles here, or maybe just those wonderful smelling oils and salts. Awwww, yeah. This bath probably cost a small fortune, so you should enjoy it while it lasts.
6. Lake: In case the hot springs weren't rugged enough for you, here's an actual lake, complete with waterfall for all your rinsing pleasures.
7. Communal Bath or Shower: Group showers aren't everyone's thing but sometimes, you're left no choice. And, hey, some people like it. Watch your hands! (Groups and Threadjacking encouraged for this.)
8. Other: Bathe in a shoebox for all I care!

Comments

[poised]

[The villain.... She seems to ponder that for a second before laughing faintly, amused. Well that simply can't be right for one reason:]

Don't be silly. I wouldn't take the hand of a villain.

[Which is essentially what she's doing in the next moment, placing her hand in his without a second of hesitation. Idly, she considers how much bigger his hand is - but even then, it's warm. She doesn't feel intimated at all. Most importantly, she highly doubts that he'd let her fall.

So give her a second as she carefully dips her foot into the water first, eyes widening at the heat of the hot spring.]

Oh, my! [In her surprise, her hold on his hand tightens just a bit, even as she continues to step into the hot spring slowly but surely.]

[overkilled]

You just did, [ he mumbles defiantly. Even he has to defend himself a little bit. Her hand feels small and delicate in his own, and if his cheeks could burn up any more than they already are, they would be. This is... sort of like holding hands. It essentially is holding hands! It doesn't have the implications that holding hands normally does, but -- well, does it? No, no way. Even if this whole situation feels really intimate, he's pretty sure Natalia doesn't even look at him.

For a moment, Maou feels that familiar dark cloud of ineptitude and depression forming in his heart again, and frowns a little, but he's snapped out of it by Natalia suddenly gripping his hand tighter. Immediately, he's at attention again, returning the grip strongly just in case she is about to slip.

Villainous as he claims to be, it's obvious her thoughts are right - he's not going to let her get hurt. Though he might bluff and try to cover up any soft feelings. Like now. ]

H... Hmph! Are you going to trip? I thought princesses were supposed to be graceful.

[poised]

[The first inclination Natalia has is to pull suddenly and sharply on his hand to knock him off balance and throw him face-first into the hot springs. Who’s graceful now, Maou?

She refrains.

Because princesses are probably supposed to be kind as well and she thinks that takes precedent. Fine. Still though, with both feet in the hot spring now, she just frowns back at him, huffing faintly. Why does he feel the need to say such derisive things while at the same time being kind? (Answer: because tsunderes, Natalia.)]

Oh hush. What do you know of grace?

[Grumpiness will be met with more grumpiness!!]

[overkilled]

[ he has to defend his pride as a creature of darkness, all right, it's not tsundere!! not at all!!! it's just in his nature to be mean!

He tilts his nose up haughtily at her retort. ]

Elegance is a critical part of being a wickedly intimidating, yet charmingly wicked demon lord! It's all part of my repertoireeuwah--!!

[ that would be the sound of him managing to almost slip and fall right while explaining why he isn't going to slip and fall - now it's his turn to grab onto Natalia's hand tightly while he throws his other arm out to try and regain his balance. ]

[poised]

[She's completely to cut him off, opening her mouth to comment on how 'charmingly wicked' isn't even a thing - where on earth did he get the idea that such a combination was even possible? - when her hand is grabbed tightly in return and she's taken 100% off-guard.]

Ah?! What--

[They're beauty, they're grace, they're about to fall on their face - or at the very least into the hot springs. Alas, Natalia's will is infinitely stronger than her actual upper body strength.

So much for elegance on either of their parts.

It's going down, I'm yelling timberrr.]

[overkilled]

[ some part of his brain would have logically told him that a big demon like himself trying to put all his weight on the delicate princess's hand wouldn't have worked, and that this is the only possible conclusion. But most of his brain had been focusing on trying to keep him from falling by grabbing into the closest thing (Natalia), and now they're both about to faceplant into steaming hot water.

Great. So much for gracefulness.

Let it be said that Maou at least sort of tries to push Natalia back when he realizes she's falling, too, but there was so little distance between both of them and the water that he has no time to get in front of her and cushion the blow. Villains aren't so great at being heroic. There's a great big splash as the majestic demon lord bodyflops into the water - followed by a second one barely moments after as he pops back up, soggy purple hair sticking to his horns, pale skin bright red from both the impact and the heat. ]

-- Gah!! Ow!! My hit points...! [ pause. oh, that wasn't technically an attack, so they're actually okay... ]

[poised]

[Everything always happens too much.

Regardless, Natalia tried to get used to the temperature of the hot springs on just her feet and then she was suddenly entire submerged in it. She's not too happy about that. So similarly a moment later, she breaks the surface of the water again, gasping in shock as well as just trying to get some air in her lungs again after that knocked the wind out of her. Half-heartedly, there's an attempt to push her hair out of her face as she turns to Maou.

Well, that hurt. But at the very least her hero tendencies shine through as she can't help but be more worried about him. There's something to be said about the princess's concern for someone else's pain above her own.]

Maou...?! Are you alright?

[overkilled]

[ when he hears her voice, he suddenly remembers he should probably be worrying more about her than himself. He's the final boss, so obviously, it would take more than tripping into a glorified bathtub to kill him. Like, at least one legendary weapon. But Natalia is just a princess! A healer - or at worst, an NPC! If she got hurt because of his being stupid, he'd be extremely upset. Kidnapping her was one thing, but hurting her was out of the question. ]

O-of course! Just who do you think I am? [ he says quickly, the whining he was doing just a few seconds ago completely forgotten. The water is really hot, especially when you're pretty much submerged to the chest in it like he is and walking through it, but he wades towards her anyway, red eyes concerned. ] Did you get hurt?

[poised]

Honestly....

[That whining was what made her so concerned in the first place. But now she's sighing and acknowledging just how absurdly fast that temperature change happened and - well, a hand comes up to her cheek then. Who falls face first? Apparently they do.]

I'm fine.... I fear it may bruise but I'll heal it away if it does.

[Too vain to let her skin be blemished on her face tbh. Regardless she sighs now and lets her shoulders sink beneath the water. The point of this was to relax, wasn't it?

Still though, she looks up to meet his gaze and can't help but be pleased with the concern she finds there. Sure, he may ruin the moment with something that comes out of his mouth in a second or two, but... he really is sweet, isn't he? She raises a hand above the water to beckon him to come closer still.]

Just allow me to make sure you're alright too.

[overkilled]

[ augh, not the face! that's his favorite part of her! He frowns, looking dissatisfied with that answer, but seems willing to let it go. Obviously, he had no healing abilities whatsoever - at least none that he could use on other people. Way too heroic. Thus, if she actually had been injured, he's not sure what he would have done, but... he would have found something.

One gets the sense he's absolutely about to ruin the moment right then, but her beckoning silences him. Make sure he's all right? Was she worried about him? Suddenly, he feels embarrassed again. ]

... I told you I was fine, right? I'm the Dark Lord. This is nothing... [ he mumbles and grumbles, but he inches closer, anyway, looking off to the side shyly. ]

[poised]

[amazing, that at least makes a few more seconds where Maou doesn't ruin the moment. Good job, Maou. If anything, the embarrassment just manages to get her to smile as she looks up at him and straightens up a bit more so she can make an attempt to meet his height.

The beckoning hand reaches up then to have her fingers brush against his cheek and then travel to his chin, trying to guide his face to look back at her again. It's a bit of a natural preference for people to look her in the eye.]

I just want to be certain. Better safe than sorry, isn't it?

[overkilled]

[ this is worse on his heart than tripping into the water face-first; his whole body tenses when he feels her hand on his face, and he feels his heart shoot up into his throat, which is possibly why he makes a surprised little choking noise. The princess is touching his face. This... This is pretty romantic... Does she honestly just mean this all honestly? Does she not know what she's doing to him? Of course, her occasional cluelessness was a part of her charm, but right now, it's just frustrating!

But he's like putty in her hands, limply turning his head to look at her again with the guidance of her touch. All it takes is one look at her to confirm that she doesn't see any problem with what she's doing and obviously doesn't see him the same way; it's also all it takes for him to lose his cool again, eyes instantly darting elsewhere. She's holding his face... and she's only wearing a wet towel. He's going to die. ]

Princess... [ he's seriously going to die. He needs to defend himself here. ] Nngh... Y-you shouldn't touch me so carelessly! Did you forget that I'm trying to kidnap you? You'll fall into my next trap easily...!

[ sniff. he continues in a much smaller voice: ] Or you just forgot that I'm a man, too...

[poised]

[In truth, her concern does lie solely on the fact that she'd rather he not be hurt. So as he turns his face, she's tilting her head to look for bruises and the like -- so focused that his word manage to surprise her. She blinks then, looking properly up at him and trying to meet his eyes again.

The attempts to be kidnapped have all been shot down rather easily and so she doesn't take the threat of a trap very seriously at all. Maou is confusing and dramatic - but he's also listened to her whenever she's made a request and also been certain to keep her safe.

But. The mention of him being a man manages to catch her more off-guard, enough so that she retracts her hand almost immediately and the other goes to the front of her towel, clasping it closer to her.]

Ah-- [Oh. Yes. That's right, isn't it? It's easy for her to neglect how little she's wearing at any time when she considers any other person present to merely be an equal or someone tending to her bath but then.... that's easier when they're women, aren't they?

So cue the blush as it seems she realizes suddenly in this moment and takes a step back, turning her face to the side and losing the fight to keep from blushing.] Oh! That's.... right. I'm sorry, that wasn't very appropriate, was it....

[overkilled]

[ dammit, Maou. dammit, Maou. He is cursing himself in his head right now. She'd been touching him! Of her own volition! Because she cared about him! But he managed to make her stop doing that, too. He is remarkably good at failing at things, much to his chagrin, and that apparently includes dealing with the woman he likes. Any other girl, he wouldn't act this way around, but she's special.

well, obviously. she's the princess!! ]

T... Tch. I can't believe you didn't notice until now. [ he sounds less scolding and more gloomy, though. She really didn't look at him that way... at all... and his face already feels colder without her delicate ministrations. Shoulders slumping a little, he shuffles a little awkwardly around her, taking a seat near her in the water, where proceeds to look terrifically depressed. ] Even though I think I'm pretty manly and cool... No, I'm just a failed demon lord loser, after all...

[poised]

Oh Maou, cease your pouting.

[That much she can say without hesitation. Then as he sits near her, she sighs and returns to letting her shoulders sink beneath the surface of the water, shaking her head slowly. At the very least, they finally made it within the hot springs - admittedly with a splash - so she might as well enjoy it now. Contemplatively, she adds later-]

I suppose I cannot deny that you are manly.... [though their definition of 'manly' might differ. hers resides more in the field of 'rash and aggressive and obtuse' but hey, she doesn't need to clarify for him] but at the very least, you are not a 'failed demon loser'.

[And she frowns faintly then as she looks over at him.] I am fond of you as you are, regardless. Is that not enough?

[overkilled]

[ wow thanks for the non-compliment natalia

except Maou totally takes it as a compliment anyway, muttering a quick and surprised 'eh?' when she says that, despite being fully prepared to continue his pouting before. While he remains slumped over his knees, he dares to peek over at her. At least the combination of hot water and bodyflopping onto his face make it harder to tell that he's been blushing for the past five minutes. ]

You... are?

[ blinking in shock. his sad little heart slowly starts to flutter up hopefully again. That is both more than enough and not nearly enough! ]

[poised]

[ . . . . . . . ]

Of course?

[Why is he... surprised by this.... It's almost bordering offensive territory but for now, she'll choose to give him the benefit of the doubt. If absolutely nothing else, he seems to be just about done pouting. She does vastly prefer it when he's not pouting and feeling sorry for himself.]

I would not enter a hot springs with someone that I am not fond of. What kind of person do you take me for?

[overkilled]

-- That's not what I meant!

[ quickly crossing his arms defensively! even though he's really defending her, in a way. He'd never think badly of her! Also, if it's nearly offensive, it's probably because part of him is just fishing for compliments. Unsurprisingly.

But most of him really is genuinely surprised, and just awkward. Maou's happy to be liked by her. Really happy. He feels slightly like a cage of butterflies was just released into his abdominal cavity. ]

I just... you know... I thought you felt bad for me, or something... [ mumble. ]

[poised]

[How did the butterflies get there in the first place? Did you eat them, Maou? Did you think it was evil enough?

Regardless, she's just covering her mouth as she can't help but laugh gently at that.]

No, I assure you that's not the case. [True, she does give out pity on occasion but otherwise does not continue to associate herself with such people. If anything, she continues to spend time with Maou because he fascinates her just as much as he confuses her.] I am happy to be in your company.

[overkilled]

[ bah! he's not some kind of peasant who eats bugs!!

he's pretty sure she's laughing at him right now, and he can't help but tense up defensively, frowning deeply. Fortunately, what she says is sweet enough to eliminate any threatening feelings of inadequacy that start to loom over him. His shoulders hunch up a little, and he stares down at the water, unable to meet her gaze. ]

Oh... W-well, that's... Of course, you should be thrilled to be in my company! I'm a pretty amazing guy! [ Maou starts to go off, but it's obvious his heart isn't in it - he's too embarrassed. Quieting down again, he adds, awkwardly: ] ... That is... I, uh, like being with you, too. ... A lot.

[poised]

["Pretty amazing guy," he says. She hums thoughtfully at that, almost contemplatively. As if it's something that she has to consider very deeply before agreeing with - except there's still just a playful look in her eyes so she drops it a second later with a light giggle and a smile.]

There are moments where you can be sweet...

[Like now! And if the expression on her face and fondness in her eyes is anything to go by, she's pleased by it.]

Thank you. I'm flattered.

[overkilled]

[ half of him wants to protest being called sweet, because that's definitely not a word that should apply to a demon lord. If she'd said he was cool, or awe-inspiring, or something, that'd be better... However, it's framed as something she likes about him. Anything she likes about him can't be bad, right?! He's happy she notices him at all!

So while he frowns at that response, Maou doesn't comment, instead simply flushing deeply and slowly sinking down more into the water. Like it might hide him. Flattered is a good start, but he'd like to be sweeping her off her feet. How does he do that, though...? She never seems interested... Suddenly, a terrible thought dawns on him. After a few moments of silence, he pipes up. ]

H... Hey, princess. You're... royalty, right? [ pause. ] Well, of course you're royalty! I know that. But, um, does that mean... Are you, you know... b-betrothed? To someone? -- I-I'm just curious! There's no ulterior motive!

[poised]

[Whoa, that was smooth.

Though even that manages to get her to be surprised, one startling question coming one right after another. Yes, she's technically royalty although her birth is probably something else entirely - not that Maou would know that. As for being betrothed... she blinks once before her expression settles into one of melancholy.]

Well... No. No, not anymore.

[wow maou you shot that good mood right in the foot--]

[overkilled]

[ he's SO GOOD AT THIS, GOD DAMN.......

he goes from relieved to horrified in three seconds flat when he notices her expression and tone. Dammit. What did he do. He thought he was just embarrassing himself, but instead, he made her sad?! That's even worse! Maou makes a small disgruntled noise of apology. ]

Oh - phew. [ wait, no, that's not what he meant. Too bad he sucks at apologizing!! ] Er... Did something happen?

the latest ever it is i, dana

[poised]

[Phew.... She looks at him with one quirked eyebrow for a moment. Not exactly the sort of thing you should tell a girl, Maou -- but she seems to settle.... well enough at his next question. Hm. She'll brush aside the apparent relief for now.

So she just hums faintly instead, as she looks for the words-]

I'm afraid I... [Lost him? That's what she wants to say but she rather thinks she knows exactly where he is. So she's careful as she finds the words for it.] Mm, he's... passed on.