MURMR: THE MEME

[uruz]

MURMR MEME

welcome sleepies, to our meme saturday! every month a little mod-hosted meme will go up for us to play around with admist the chaos, and this time we've got......



MURMR— A TINDR/GRINDR MEME

☆TINDER/GRINDR．
Tinder/grindr are social media sites meant for mobile usage, where you upload a couple photos of yourself and a short description. Then you're shown pictures of people and all you have to do is swipe right (like) or left (dislike). If both of you like each other, it's a match and you're connected by the private messaging system. In this case, it's all in The Murmur!

☆ STEPS．
0. Make sure all images you use are 250x250!
1. OPTIONAL: Make a post to your journal with the "Extended Profile" code (this code will not work in comments)
2. Post a comment using the "Basic Profile" code and link your extended profile if using one. Make sure to put your name in the header!
3. Tag around giving people ❤ or ✖
4. If you get a ❤ and you want to give one back, copy the "It's a Match!" code. 5. Congrats it's a match! Now you can talk to each other... about... stuff...?? And ever if it's not a match, woah.... you can actually talk it out!

☆ MY CHARACTER DOESN'T WANT TO PLAY．
If your character reluctant, then suddenly...
1. Your character's friend set up a mental profile.
2. There's some sort of competition going on for the most right swipes.
3. Sleep did it for you!!

☆ EXTENDED PROFILE． (Set to 3 images; toggle navigation above pictures. You can change the code to hold more or less if you want!)

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#DESCRIPTION#

❚❚❚❚❚ EXTENDED PROFILE CODE.
Replace anything surrounded in hashtags, including the hashtags.
<center><div style="height: 275px; width: 250px; overflow: hidden;"><div align="right"><a name="1"></a>● <a href="#2" style="text-decoration: none;">○</a> <a href="#3" style="text-decoration: none;">○</a></div> <img src="#IMAGE_1#" height="250" width="250"> <div align="right"><a name="2"></a><a href="#1" style="text-decoration: none;">○</a> ● <a href="#3" style="text-decoration: none;">○</a></div> <img src="#IMAGE_2#" height="250" width="250"> <div align="right"><a name="3"></a><a href="#1" style="text-decoration: none;">○</a> <a href="#2" style="text-decoration: none;">○</a> ●</div> <img src="#IMAGE_3#" height="250" width="250"></div></center> <center><table width="265"><tr><td><font color="##">TOKEN/OFFERING</font></td><td align="right"><b>About #NAME#</b></td></tr><tr><td align="justify" colspan="2"><small>#DESCRIPTION#</small></td></tr></table> <img src="https://i.ibb.co/fdW0D40R/woa1un-B.png"><a href="#IC_FILE#"><img src="https://i.ibb.co/N2YnhTf4/o-GJmz-Y4.png"></a><img src="https://i.ibb.co/NgWSgtHY/0cxs-V0W.png"></center>

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offering/token	About #NAME#
#DESCRIPTION#

<center><div style="height: 275px; width: 250px; overflow: hidden;"><div align="right"><a name="1"></a>● <a href="#2" style="text-decoration: none;">○</a> <a href="#3" style="text-decoration: none;">○</a></div> <img src="#IMAGE_1#" height="250" width="250"> <div align="right"><a name="2"></a><a href="#1" style="text-decoration: none;">○</a> ● <a href="#3" style="text-decoration: none;">○</a></div> <img src="#IMAGE_2#" height="250" width="250"> <div align="right"><a name="3"></a><a href="#1" style="text-decoration: none;">○</a> <a href="#2" style="text-decoration: none;">○</a> ●</div> <img src="#IMAGE_3#" height="250" width="250"></div></center> <center><table width="265"><tr><td><font color="##">OFFERING/TOKEN</font></td><td align="right"><b>About #NAME#</b></td></tr><tr><td align="justify" colspan="2"><small>#DESCRIPTION#</small></td></tr></table> <img src="https://i.ibb.co/fdW0D40R/woa1un-B.png"><a href="#IC_FILE#"><img src="https://i.ibb.co/N2YnhTf4/o-GJmz-Y4.png"></a><img src="https://i.ibb.co/NgWSgtHY/0cxs-V0W.png"></center>

❚❚❚❚❚ IT'S A MATCH． You and #YOUR_NAME# like each other! or <center><img src="https://i.ibb.co/1YpJmGS6/cnl-JHm-U.png"> <img src="#THEIR_USERPIC#"> <img src="#YOUR_USERPIC#"> You and #YOUR_NAME# like each other! <img src="https://i.ibb.co/cK3BNT7r/9ONA1T9.png"> or <img src="https://i.ibb.co/WW17THZv/3GABZ5q.png"></center> as always, threads could be game canon if both players are in agreement. have fun. worship.

Comments

i didn't get the notif for this /cries time to send this to mark

[merged]

I saw a hottie and couldn't help but swipe right. Wanna paint the town together? [ she's just roleplaying a little ok ]

[opheliac]

Wowie, gee, I don't know. I'm a real mess of a person. People don't usually live for very long after rolling with me.

[merged]

I don't know, I think I'd be okay with dying early if it meant I get to spend those last moments with someone like you.

[opheliac]

Ooo, smooth lines. What can you do for me that no one else around here can? Why should I pick you to tag along?

another no notif ;;;

[merged]

Because I can blow your mind, and take you to places you can't reach alone. Plus, come on, I'm hot as hell, and you know you're into it.

rip

[opheliac]

Mmm, you are really smoking hot, I do know it. And the blowing my mind bit? Come to think of it, i think it's been a while since I've had that happen.

[merged]

Sounds like you should go on a ride with me. I can take you to places you've never dreamed, help you reach heights you never knew were possible. I am a girl you don't want to turn down.

[opheliac]

Whelp, I'm sold! I'd be a dope to turn down an offer like that. You got a name, cutie?

[merged]

You can keep calling me cutie. I'm into it. But if you need a name, I guess Sharon works.

Now. What's my dream girl into?

[opheliac]

Cutie it is, Sharon.

[ although, refering jinx as her dream girl jolts their tether like a thousand butterflies being disturbed from their sleep—a brief blush from her blossoms, but quickly settles. ]

I-In general or...?

[merged]

In general, in bed, maybe for breakfast? Gotta treat you right, after all.

[opheliac]

Hmmm!! Okay, I like creating weapons; I made one recently. Thought about giving it to someone, but they said no, so I'm keeping it. Graffiti is fun, music is the best; dancing, singing, blowing things up, and setting stuff on fire make me glow.

In bed, well, I'm not sure you can stomach my dirty little kinks. And I've always wanted to try pancakes. Never had 'em.

[merged]

I can't believe someone would turn down a weapon from you. Can't say I know shit about making weapons, but art? Dancing? Destruction? I can roll with that. We should keep the fire to a minimum, though.

I can stomach anything if it's coming from you, and I can make pancakes. [ From a box. ] I am everything you could possibly want, sweetheart.

1/2

[opheliac]

[ gosh, why is her face red-hot? this isn't the first time they've chatted about this. or maybe it's because they're official now and this has become more personal than just friends doing things. ]

Alright, you asked for it. See, all my life I was taught to be what they fear, to be in charge, to have everyone piss themselves just by hearing my name.

And I enjoy it. It's fun; it gives me a rush. Knowing a lotta people wouldn't be able to keep up with me. They break; they forfeit, saying I'm too much, too far gone. Off my rocker.

But sometimes I want to know what it's like to have someone who could, someone who could match me. Maybe even put me in my place after all the hell I've caused. Who isn't afraid to go down to this shadowy little place where they pin me, grip me hard, and fuck me hard so that I'll be sore the next day. But they're twisted little reminders of who I belong to, who made me feel that way.

2/2

[opheliac]

[ and as she continues to think, her thoughts...drift elsewhere. somewhere personal and completely forgetting she is talking to sharon all together. ]

But I also... sometimes dreamed about someone making love to me. Where everything is soft, slow, and really meaningful. Like it's coming from the heart, and it's not just all lust and two people bumping uglies just to get rid of an itch, or it's just human nature or...biology code. It's because they're in love with me and I'm special to them. Because I... matter.

Heh, but that's just a dumb fantasy. I wasn't created to be made love to. I'm only supposed to do the crazy, fast, hit-it-and-quit, maybe even get-it-over-with style. Only lust, not love, you know? It's stupid, waiting and trying to save that moment for the one who loves me like that when monsters like me aren't supposed to experience something that deep.

And besides, my curse wouldn't like it. So it's... better that I keep dreaming.

[merged]

[ The first admission is more of a surprise than the latter. She's known Jinx has craved that type of connection since she'd had that dream—since she'd asked Sharon to touch her as she had in it. ]

I'm down to give you both, as rough or as sweet as you want or need, but... [ How does she say this? ] You do know that every time we've had sex, it was never just lust, right? It was because I loved you, even if it I wasn't in love with you yet. [ Not that it took long. ]

Every moment we've had together. The first time, the last time. The night when you had that dream. All that came from a place of love.

[opheliac]

... You mean I wasn't just some mindless fling?

[merged]

No, not even a little bit. In the beginning, I thought we were just friends with benefits, but even that wasn't mindless fling territory. I don't think I could fuck anyone I cared about and call it a mindless fling.

Every moment we've had together was important to me.

[opheliac]

Okay. Then... those are my answers. Whichever you feel you wanna... do first.

[ back to role-playing though before she explodes in blushes. ]

What about you? If we're going to be a thing, I need to know what this cutie is all about.

[merged]

We can flip a coin—or just do whichever you're most in the mood for. I don't think I'd have any trouble getting into either. [ She's already proven capable of taking control during their fun, and is just as capable of being as loving as Jinx needs. ]

In general? Bad movies, painting, horror or fantasy novels, and arcade games. I'm a real sucker for Mortal Kombat, and have beaten many an ass in it.

In bed? I think I'm still figuring that part out. I've never really had any fantasies, but I do know I'd like to incorporate my illusions. Think you'd be down for a threesome with two of me?

For breakfast? Poptarts—but anything strawberry flavored has my stamp of approval. I once had strawberry pancake syrup and I've chased that high ever since.

[opheliac]

Ah ha! You and I got a lot in common. Maybe we won't be a bad fit after all.

[ the threesome thing, though, has her mind sputting just a touch. ]

I, uh, yeah. If it's you, then... then yeah.

[ whether she'll be able to handle it, that's the real question. she trips over herself with just one of her...if there's two... ]

Jeez, hearing about how you could get strawberries, peaches, or whatever fruit you wanted without needing to trade a lung for is so....whacko to me.

[merged]

Yeah, I got a feeling we'll fit pretty damn well together. [ like two pieces of a very strange puzzle ]

It'll be twice the fun, promise. [ jinx will make sounds she hasn't made yet

oh yeah. zaun really got a shit deal for all they've had to put up with. pollution and darkness, and nothing truly good to eat. ] Yeah, I bet it does. Even when we were at our poorest, Dad would still get me strawberries even if it meant we had to eat ramen for a couple of nights before payday.

Shame I haven't been able to find any here, though. Would've loved to treat you. [ luckily, she's an illusionist ]

[opheliac]

You're... not thinking about using your powers for that too, are you?

No offense, Cutie, but I don't want you to get all sick on me because you're overdoing it.

[merged]

Love that you care, but I know my limits—plus, we wouldn't be doing it all at once. Can't give you everything right away or I'll wear out my welcome.

[opheliac]

What can I say? I'm a chick with a dynamite heart. It tick, tick, booms away all of your doubts.

And it sounds like you know the dating game way more than I do.