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rpmemesfam :

CHRISTMAS   /    WINTER    THEMED   MEME  .

 send  a  symbol  from  your  muse  to  mine.  feel  free  to  combine  actions  or  add  specifics  even  when  it  doesn’t  ask  for  it  .      add  ‘  ↪  ‘   for  a  reverse  of   my   muse   to   yours  . 

HOLIDAY  :

🎁   /   our   muses  exchange  gifts  to  one  another .   (   can  specify  .  )

🍞   /    to  invite  my  muse  to  a  holiday  dinner  with  their  family  .

🎅   /   help  my  muse  gift  wrap  a  present  .   (   can  specify  for  who   ) 

🔌   /   help  hang  lights  or  decorate  with  my  muse .

🎄   /   decorate  and  help  my  muse  with  a  christmas  tree  .

🌿   /   our  muses  catch  themselves  under  a  mistletoe  .  

WEATHER  :

☃️   /   build  a  snowman  with  my  muse  .

❄️   /   play  in  the  snow  with  my  muse  .   (  can  specify  . )

💨  /   our  muses  are  trapped  inside  a  cabin  during  a  snow  storm  .

🐾   /   our  muses  find  footprints  in  the  snow  and  follow  them  .

✨   /   our  muses  watch  the  northern  lights  together .

🌲   /   my  muse  helps  yours  cut  down  a  christmas  tree .

🔥   /    help  my  muse  get  firewood  and  build  a  fire .

NICE  :

👀   /   my  muses  reaction  to  finding  out  your  muse  is  their  secret  santa  .

😷   /   help  and  aid  my  muse  while  their  sick .

🍵   /    our  muses  share  a  cup  of  hot  coco  .  

💑   /   propose  or  ask  my  muse  to  be  their  girl / boyfriend .   (  specify  which  . )

$    /    offer  my  muse  money  through  a  hard  time  .

🎭  /    invite  my  muse  to  a  christmas  /  winter  masquerade  .

NAUGHTY  :

💋   /   give  my  muse  a  hot  steamy  kiss  .

👗   /   my  muse  dresses  up  as  a  sexy  santa  for  your  muse . 

👅   /   my  muse  licks  your  muse .

🍷   /   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  coming  onto  them  while  being  drunk  .

🏃   /   catch  my  muse  stealing  valuable’s  from  your  muses  family  during  a  family  holiday  dinner 

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Ryuichi Sakamoto - Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence

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DAD YOU'RE A GREMLIN HOW COULD U DO THAT TO ME YOU GOBLIN!!!

I plead the fifth.

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Things I love about this scene:

-everything

-everything

-everything

-everYTHING AND THAT SPITEFUL LITTLE “MASTER!” THAT KENSHIN SAYS LIKE “OMG CAN YOU NOT BRING THAT UP”

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                                            {  ɪɴᴅᴇᴩᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ.   ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ.   ᴩʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ.   ᴩᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙy   Lockheart. }

Murder is the only art a swordsman may practice. No ornamental words can change that. You want to protect people with murder? You’ll slaughter legions so that a few may live. Many years, long before you were born, my sword was tearing asunder the lives of men. Yes, all of those men were evil, but they were human beings first and foremost, Kenshin. The world you ardently desire to enter will not know what to do with you. It will deceive you into believing that you are saving lives even as you destroy them. You will accept these lies all the while, your hands will be stained with the worst of offenses.

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Japanese Dragon

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Kawase Hasui, Karikachi Mountain Pass (Karakachi Toge,Japan), c.1927

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Samurai 7 ED - fuhen (Rin')

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If they stand behind you, give them protection.

If they stand beside you, give them respect.

If they stand if front of you, watch their back. And if they stand against you, show them no mercy.

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© | Masatou Hikichi (Do not remove credits)

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Pixiv ID: 32137557 Artist ID: ハーンドク

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Andō Hiroshige / Utagawa Hiroshige ( 安藤 広重 /  歌川 広重 ) Dragons amid Clouds 1844

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kcguyahime :

@bladesandpottery –Stumbles on a fan.

The town was buzzing with the promise of a festival as stands were still being built up and preparations being made. The people worked together to celebrate, sell goods and food, and even play games. A time where one could forget their worries, the strife, and tension that lurked in the day–And Kaguya would ensure everything ran smoothly.      She wore a white kimono with red blossoms woven along her skirt and sleeve, an elegantly dark obi cinched about her waist and even a scarlet shawl–she was a woman of fine wealth and means and most in Kyoto knew that. Yet how unusual it must seem when she stops before a humble stand, long lashes fluttering low in recognition of the items being sold. The corners of her mouth soften, and oh, she smiles with fondness in grasping one of the teacups.                 ❝ This is one of Ni'itsu Kakunoshin-sensei’s works isn’t it? ❞ She glanced at the bottom of the cup, spying the signature. There’s an innocent delight at this discovery that slips from the woman of calculating composure, her fingers brushing over the details of the plum blossoms. This was different from the other one she had at home.  ❝ I’ve always admired the attention to detail, few capture the blossoms like this. ❞ Yet this man appeared more as the vendor or guard of what she assumed was an older man’s trade, perhaps a sickly older man who valued the sight of nature as she did.  ❝ Are these recent works? I’ve not seen much of his work around. ❞

Once every so often, Hiko would make his way to the former capital of Kyoto and sell his merchandise. These trips were borne from necessity, since his supplies and liquor would be exhausted.

There were the browsers, who stared at him and his modest stall with enlarged eyes, but didn’t purchase anything. There were the pompous ones, who compared his works unfavorably with those from Tokyo. And then there were the wishy-washy ones, who hemmed and hawed and loitered because they just couldn’t decide and ultimately left without making a single purchase. Those who actually knew what they wanted were few and far between - those who knew of him and his work were even less so.

The hustle and bustle of the festival was beginning to take its toll on him - both mentally and physically draining. He considered packing up and calling it a day... that was until a customer donning lavish silks crossed his path and began perusing through his wares.

In contrast to the young woman, he was wearing an earthy coloured yukata instead of his cloak, and without the collar, his cheekbones were more defined and his eyes less shadowed. His profile was oddly contradictory: almost elegant facial features beneath wild unkempt hair.

Hiko’s lips quirked slightly towards the verbal recognition and candid praise - finally, someone cultured.

“Quite an eye for detail, Ojou-san.” He began in a sonorous, yet smooth tone of voice. Large calloused hands carefully lifted the Tenmoku from the display for closer inspection. “Indeed. These were handcrafted from feldspar, limestone, and iron oxide by Kakunoshin-dono roughly a fortnight ago.”

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“ the flowers will take all the pain of his heart…”

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some days, some nights 

some live, some die  in the way of the samurai  some fight, some bleed  sun up to sun down  the sons of a battlecry