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[fxckingaroundandhavingfun]

TDM #1

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This Mess We're In The city sun sets over me...

You awaken slightly disoriented on a beautiful, smooth stone floor. A look around will tell you that this place is a hilltop temple with a good view of the beautiful city below. On opposite sides of the temple are genderless depictions of deities. One is clearly powerful, made of onyx, held up in an imposing stance with one hand holding a gilded flogger and the other outstretched with an open palm as if to enforce a command. The other, made of polished white marble, has taken a knee to the dominant statue across from them. One of their hands is a vase for fresh flowers and you can see that new ones have been placed there today.

The music of an unseen harp begins to play and a golden light permeates the temple. Suddenly, you know what is happening here. The duality that is worshipped here, the figures in the temple, they have a name. The onyx one is Ceannasach and the marble one is Cuiristeach and together with their combined power they are the ones who have brought you to Parthas.

What is Parthas? Parthas is paradise! You have either been brought here because Ceannasach believes you contribute to your world in some glorious way and deserve to be honored and served or because Cuiristeach believes that you would be excellent in a service role, perhaps they even feel sorry for the state of your life back home and want to show you something better.

The deities here also brought you because they need lik which is the energy that allows them to exist. Lik is created in small amounts when you interact with other people, in greater amounts when you grow fond of certain people, and in greater still amounts when you begin to use physical affection. However, when you orgasm, that creates the purest form of lik there is.

Ceannasach and Cuiristeach reward you in a special way. When you have sex with your soulmate or your hjarta, your vördr, or spirit, leaves your body in a time-frozen moment to commune with the deities and ask for something big or small that you might like. Sex carries on as usual and only you will know that you asked for something. If you ask to be sent home, the deities will send you into a hyperaroused state when you least expect it. Hey, you offended them.

The deities also believe you should know of something they have placed in Parthas for your benefit. There is a river in a valley in the middle of housing that will give and take anything you like from your body if you should so wish. This can mean a illness, sadness, a memory or anything else, but be careful because this river runs on fickle magic.

As the harp music continues, you become aware of a new power of yours. You can hear any thought that any other person sends your way, even the ones sent accidentally, and you can see images and moving pictures, as well. Don’t limit yourself to one person! Send that thought to everyone!

The harp music comes to an eventual end and you are left with the knowledge the deities gave you. Your intuition leads you down a southbound path towards a city where a celebration seems to be taking place, if the colorful banners are any indicator. Welcome to Parthas!

Dancing Barefoot She, intoxicated by Thee; She has the slow sensation that He is levitating with She

There is indeed a celebration going on in South City as this is the month of Feabhra. Where it was daylight when you left the Main Temple, now that you have reached the city the only lights are colorful paper lanterns strung up across smooth stone roads. The warmth of the daytime has cooled, so it might be smart to snuggle up with someone in one of the city’s various gazebos – each of them has a swing made for two (or three if you snuggle close enough.)

Harps, flutes, guitars and drums play lively music for everyone to dance to in the city square where garlands of brightly colored and white flowers hang for people to do with as they will. A stately woman dressed in black and wearing a brooch with the face of Ceannasach stands off to the side, her dark hair pulled back in a chignon. Whispers circulate, getting to you and informing you that this woman is E’ara Fraoch, owner of the most successful brothel in South City, and she is paying 50 gold pieces to the best dancers and 100 more if they will come work for her at Where The Wild Roses Grow, her establishment.

I Feel You I feel you, your precious soul, and I am whole

Food and drink is plentiful at this celebration and some of it is even free! The vendors believe that this is a good promotion for their stores during the rest of the year. They wheel their carts about, humming jaunty tunes and offering delicious things to you, the new arrivals, and everyone else in the city.
There is a man named Sam wheeling his cart of beverages and chocolate dipped waffles through town. If you catch him, he’ll probably suggest you order the alcoholic drink The Spirit of Feabhra. This drink does not come without side effects. It tastes like a fancy gin cocktail, sparkling and sweet with the flavor of berries and mint hitting your tongue, but the moment you get close to someone you actually have feelings for, you start to feel it… Them. Their thoughts, their emotions, their dreams… It’s as if they have melted into you.

Is This Desire? Is this desire; Enough, enough; To lift us higher; To lift above?

You have been told repeatedly throughout the night by smiling (creepy) faces not to wander out of the city limits into the wilderness, but now that you are here you just don’t get it. Lichens and fungi light up the night with a soft glow from the tree trunks, seemingly drawing you in.

In the forest, the music fades and the chittering of small animals creates a different tune. You don’t seem to be in danger. You might come across the healthiest, most beautiful apple tree you’ve ever seen. It is completely free of pests and only the dew clings to the apples’ shiny surface.

Should you pick one for yourself, you will feel a strange compulsion to bite it. Go on. Do it. If and when you have, you will find yourself incredibly aroused, but you won’t be able to bring yourself to orgasm – another must do it. If you didn’t bite the apple, maybe you gave it to someone else. In that case they will be unstoppably attracted to you with arousal to match. If you chose to plant it near your home, a tree like the one it came from will grow there and you will ICly receive a special reward.

Dead of Night When delirious fun; Has seriously begun; You'll be down on your knees; You'll be begging us please

Now you’ve done it. You’ve wandered into the woods without a spiritual guide from the temple. Now the vættir have been awoken and they are ready to fuck shit up… Sort of. Right now, these spirits kind of only want to ruin this party, but who knows what they’ll do later?

A low-lying cloud of black smoke crawls down the hills from the forest to the city until it covers the smooth stone roads and reaches up into everyone who is either of weak constitution or just simply tired and possesses them. It doesn’t take total control, but rather influences them, and causes them to destroy decorations, vendor carts, and do wild things they wouldn’t ordinarily do. Basically, these spirits want to cut through the façade and see you party like a rock star.

The only way to exorcise one of the vættir from a friend or loved one is to call on the deity of light – Cuiristeach. They accept demonstrations of service as the highest form of prayer, so get on your knees for your friend and get this done!

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Kyou Fujibayashi | CLANNAD | F/M or F/F (ask about futa)

[ladykyou]

((OOC: Header for my prompts, will be posting them one by one. Kink list is here!))

1. This Mess We're In

[ladykyou]

It was a lot to take in. During this time, Kyou Fujibayashi realized she would have to know more of the world by knowing more of the people that were pulled beside her. On top of learning about the gods Ceannasach and Cuiristeach, some of the locations, and the fact she is no longer in her universe, other people had shared her fate.

It didn't feel right this being paradise without her sister Ryou. Whatever those gods did, she wondered if she could either scream them or plead them to keep her safe while she was here. In the meantime, she had to learn, and distract herself.

At the very least, it did look like paradise. Her eyes would wander around the people of multiple worlds. More than one of them, and possibly even yours, would be accidentally sent a mental image of them without their clothes, and being grabbed by Kyou herself.

Damn, look at that one, is the first thought your character would detect from Kyou Fujibayashi when she gazes -and smiles- at you. It would be even more evident by the way she gazes quickly between your upper body and your lower body (front and back), no matter how fast she tries to do it to hide it. This world gets some great cheesecake and beefcake.

She would then approach you.

"Sup?" Hot stuff, she doesn't vocally say, "where you from? You definitely don't look from around Hikarizaka or Japan where I'm from." You're nice to look at, for one.

2. Dancing Barefoot

[ladykyou]

It was way too early to tell if she wanted to work at a brothel, even with the high payment. The moment she was offered that sum, Kyou's face flushed a vibrant shade of red, wondering what the hell is up with this paradise, how horny are people to pay that much for service, and if payment could increase in time if she joined now.

However, regardless of whatever was out there, Kyou decided it might be a good time to acclimatize herself. Since she knew nobody that had been pulled in here... and given she was dimensions away from her world... the thought came that she would not be caught if any of this happened.

The realization came to Kyou. It would be just like riding a motorized scooter back in High School, except nobody would even care if she was found out.

Kyou breathed in when she reached the center of the city square. Then, her body began spinning, twirling. Suddenly, the experience she had gained in clubs back in school for arts and sports fired up in her mind. She danced with vigor. What was at first shame, it evaporated as she became the focus.

And in that focus, she pulls your character in.

"Come on! Let's see if we can share a reward. I wanna see you move!"

3. I Feel You

[ladykyou]

Kyou tried The Spirit of Feabhra.

One picosecond later, Kyou laughed as wildly as a (drunk) noblewoman.

Of course she had eaten before this. Those waddles were delicious, and the chocolate was stuck over the sides of Kyou's mouth. Problem was, alcohol resistance is kind of nil, which is why Kyou is far more affectionate now.

"Hellooooo!" Kyou would wrap her around around you, with a red blush on her face, "come on, don't be as shy as I was! This place can be quite fun when you get the hang of it."

She then offered you the damned bottle. It was barely lowered.

"Want some?"

4. Is This Desire?

[ladykyou]

As much fun as Kyou had, she couldn't be trapped in here without questioning anything. She wouldn't be trapped here without questioning anything. Perhaps it was the alcohol, perhaps it was the loneliness gnawing at her, but she needed to move out, away from... well, everyone.

She was not dumb enough to go alone, even in her drunken state. The moment she realizes your character is also thinking of leaving, Kyou would pull your character in, shut their mouth, and raise a finger to her mouth.

"Follow me."

It would be a dark path, one away from the lights and music. But the deeper they went into the forest, the more it seemed there was music of its own in here. Kyou would stop the moment she saw fruit that seemed to glow alongside the tree. Her rushed and cautious crawls would turn into a slow walk, as she took a long look at the fruit.

This wasn't like the apples back at the city square. Hell, it wasn't like any apple she kept back home. Her eyes kept focused on them, knowing fully well she had to to take some of them home.

She then turned to your character.

"Hey. Give me a boost to get some of them. I'll get some for you."

5. Dead of Night

[ladykyou]

It was her fault. That was the last logical thought that could cross through Kyou's mind after emerging from the forest and returning to the city.

Everything else in her mind was now chaotic energy.

Kyou was standing on top of a cart. While the rest of her clothes were still on, her skirt had been tossed away to the crowds, leaving the butt and panties exposed without any care. She screamed at the top of her lungs while holding a bottle of liquor.

"LET'S GET FUCKED UP, EVERYONE! ARE YOU ALL CONTINUING TO BEHAVE WHILE IN HERE!?" Kyou would then chug some of her bottle, and then points at you. "YOU, THE PRETTY ONE OVER THERE!"

She hopped out of the wagon, walked out with her fists clenched, gazed up at you with a steely gace, held your shirt...

And then whispered with a soft, sultry voice.

"I really like you," she pressed her chest against yours. "Would you like somewhere private, or right here?"

bucky barnes | mcu | m/f

[ostavil]

I Feel You

Bucky isn't one for parties, not anymore, but the offer of a drink is an appealing one since he hasn't felt alcohol in decades upon decades. He wants to see if he can feel it or if it's just going to be another waste of time so when the guy (Sam, he says, and Sam is a name he can remember) comes around offering something called The Spirit of Feabhra, he decides to give it a whirl.

It feels like a gin fizz, something he is more than familiar with from the old days, and it's only after it's been down for a little while that he realizes the drink is a goddamn trick. Everything about this place seems to be a trick, one way or another, and he's not shocked that the drink that seemed completely innocuous is making him feel like the world's tilted on end. It isn't even the normal buzz for a drink. It's desire.

He bumps into someone and the feeling just gets stronger and yeah, it's a trick. It's one of the things these gods or whatever have decided is a good idea in their idea of paradise and he guesses he's just gonna have to ride it out.

"So, this is awkward. Hello."

Is This Desire

Maybe he's been told not to go in the woods but Bucky doesn't care about that. If he's away from literally everyone, he can't be tricked into having sex with someone, so his plan is to become a hermit in the woods. This is one of his better ideas, he thinks, and years of being the Winter Soldier leaves him pretty equipped to handle it. As he walks, he manages to find an apple tree with ripe apples and that just cements his decision. Yeah, he's staying in the woods.

He picks three and takes a bite into one, relieved it tastes like a normal apple and not anything crazy except that the moment he bites into it, it starts. God. Not again. This time he isn't drawn to anyone in particular but he just needs someone in a way that is absolutely desperate and humiliating and he had enough of that after being HYDRA's plaything. There's no one who is going to be hanging out in the woods to help him out, though, so he guesses he's going to have to do this himself.

Except.

It doesn't work. Nothing works. Shit. So he heads back to town and while he's not going to go after the first person he sees, he's more discerning than that, the third person he sees seems like someone he can handle this with and he touches their elbow and gives them a smile that isn't exactly his best work.

"Look, I ate an apple and I have a problem and if you wanna help me out with that, I will owe you one. Or a dozen. I don't even know how that works here. I've got another apple if you need something to get in the mood."

Is This Desire

[assholic]

The touch to her arm has her turning from where she'd been watching, suspiciously, all of the activity going on. Jessica was wary of pretty much everything going on at the moment, enough so that she hadn't had any of the drink that had been offered, despite the drying ache in her throat that told her she needed one. Or any kind of alcohol, really. It had been a long time since she'd been sober for more than a day, and she wasn't enjoying being thrown in the deep end in some Flesh Gordon dream sequence.

She turns to see a man- somewhat familiar, but only at the edge of her thoughts. He had a strained smile, and as her eyes flicked over him, she figured out the cause of the strain. He was also mentioning apples, and she couldn't stop the roll of her eyes. "Really? Like Eden? Does that make you the devil?" Didn't she already know one of those? Or was it just a dumbass with horns on his helmet...

Still, it wasn't his fault she was here. Probably wasn't his fault he was here either. Stupid fucking immortal god forces. She really wanted to find one and punch them in the face. But again, that wasn't his fault, and he looked to be almost in pain. Sex wasn't something she minded doing with randoms, which may be why she wound up here. She just usually didn't do it in a charitable fashion. "I'll take a favor." That might come in handy later, who knows? "But I don't need an apple." The idea of something twisting her thoughts sat poorly with her. He was attractive, fit, and he'd asked instead of tried to take. That put him in the plus category.

Karen Page | MCU TV

[howbraveyouare]

(This Mess We’re In)

Looking around in awe as thoughts and images flood her mind, Karen is overwhelmed by an inexplicable paradox. Now that they’ve entered her very mind and seemingly spoken to her very soul, she doesn’t know what to make of her kneejerk response of wanting to go home. If this truly is paradise then she is safe from all that is evil here, but something tells her there is more to this place than she is hoping. She puts a hand to her forehead as the harp music stops.

Looking around at all of the other new arrivals and then to the position of the sun in the sky, she calls out to her fellow castaways.

“Who wants to walk South with me?”


(Dancing Barefoot)

The sun has set and Karen is riding a purely spiritual high, dancing closely with the natives of South City. She’s good on her feet, graceful, and doesn’t mind putting on a show for anyone who might be watching her especially now that she’s heard there’s money in the game. Karen came to this place with only the clothes on her back, so she’s willing to make a little money having fun.

That is, until she bumps into you. She whips around to look at the person, wide-eyed, and laughs. “I am so sorry. I don’t usually have two left feet.”


(I Feel You)

Karen stands feet apart from someone in front of the food stand holding the drink up to her nose and giving a chuckle. “I always liked fizzy drinks because they tickle your nose.” She takes a long, thirsty drink and lets out an mmmmm of approval. “This beats every fancy cocktail Josie ever tried to make for me, do not repeat that to anyone.” She smirks.

Something strange happens. She gets a shimmery sort of feeling in her mind like she’s about to hear something. Her eyebrows wrinkle and she waits.

I feel you

[sivis_pacem]

This whole place has Frank feeling off-balance. He understands the point, he got the same explanation as everyone else, but that doesn't mean he has to like it. He roams the party with a scowl etched into his face, only easing somewhat when he hears the familiar voice nearby. It doesn't help anything, the last place she needs to be is a place like this with whatever their real motives are, but there isn't much he can do about it now. He eyes his own glass when she speaks, but it's the strange look on her face that have him stalling his own sip. What's wrong? Has he missed something? Is there some kind of danger around? He glances around, scanning for danger, a wary look on his own face, thoughts circling around his priority - safety, more hers than his own, but safety all the same.

"Yeah, I won't, don't worry. What's up?"

Peggy Carter | MCU | OTA

[assays]

>>> I FEEL YOU

The chocolate waffle looked so tempting and yet Peggy is suspicious about it. Not only the food, but the festivities in general. She's half-convinced that she was knocked unconscious back home and this was some kind of fever dream. Which meant that if it was a dream, then why would her brain create something to harm her?

After a lengthy internal debate, she accepts one of the waffles from the man called Sam. He offers her some kind of special alcoholic drink to wash the waffle down with, but Peggy is adamant that a decent cup of tea would be the far superior choice with something like that.

Should anyone be close by, they may hear an argument between Sam and Peggy. Not quite raised voices, but there's definitely a passion behind them. Feel free to intervene and try to convince Peggy otherwise about the drink or drag her away before she causes an even bigger scene.

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>>> IS THIS DESIRE?

Of course Peggy is going to go beyond the city limits, creepy faces or not. Maybe she will find a way out of this place and go back home.

Eventually, she finds herself in the forest and well, it's quite a pleasant place. There doesn't seem to be anything sinister about the area and when Peggy discovers the apple tree, it reminds her of the orchards she used to visit as a young girl back in England. Carefully plucking the closest one to her, Peggy takes a deep bite of the fruit and makes a happy sound. It's delicious and she doesn't waste any time in eating the whole thing, picking another apple from the tree to save for another time.

Soon, a familiar heat curls in her belly and Peggy makes a frustrated noise, quickly figuring out that the apple has made her feel, for lack of a better term, horny. She could probably take care of it herself in the woods before heading back, spare herself the awkwardness of asking another person to help.

Some fifteen minutes later and she still hasn't come.

Peggy sighs and fixes her clothing before getting to her feet to head back to the main area of town, looking around for someone to assist with her predicament.

"Excuse me." She says politely, trying to disguise the edge of desire in her tone. "I was in the forest earlier and I ate an apple which seemed perfectly ordinary at the time. Except it's not. It um - Well. I tried to take care of it myself and that didn't work. So I need some help in achieving an orgasm. I'd really appreciate it."

Is This Desire?

[festianbargain]

[ At this point, Cassian has returned from the forest having successfully resisted the urge to eat the apple. He carries it with him, though, tossing it in his hand as he strolls about. His behavior is casual, though his gaze is not. He moves with a purpose, cataloguing the layout of the town and trying to get a sense of the population, both new and permanent.

He's really not expecting the proposition, and it takes him a moment to realize what she said. He laughs slightly. ] Excuse me?

[ He glances around to see if he's being pranked. Or mistaken for somebody else. Or somehow standing between her and the person she meant to approach. ]

Jessica Jones | NMCU | F/M

[assholic]

i: I Feel You

It's a drink, and Jessica desperately needs one after finding herself here in the middle of some kind of fuck-fest. She drinks more than her fair share, because someone wants to drink herself into waking up from this bullshit drug dream. That's what it was to be, right?

Nope. But she's at least feeling not quite so anxious, not quite so angry, and she settles in with a large mug of it, sipping and pretending that she can just figure this out somehow. She's unaware of anything else until soft thoughts start to make their way into her head that don't feel like hers. That has her jerking her head up and looking over at the person who'd sat down beside her. She would have normally ignored them, like she did at any bar she frequented, but there was... something. Thoughts. Words. Feelings. She looks over suspiciously at the person next to her. "Did you say something?"

ii: Is This Desire

She'd found herself leaving the festivities as night fell, not wanting to be around anyone else since there was just one thing after another with people falling all over each other, and she felt... odd. Like someone was trying to wheedle into her head. Had she been told to stay out of the forest? Yes. More than once. Was she going to listen? Fuck no. Maybe the forest held a way out of there. But it was the walking and the getting away from the noise that let her know how tired she was. Mentally, not quite physically, but then- ah. It was the scent that drew her first. Fresh, crisp and sweet. She hadn't been near an apple tree since that class trip where they all went to the orchard back before her accident, but that smell stuck with her. Fresh, sweet apples. God, she was hungry. Thirsty. She grabbed one and took a bite without really thinking of it.

It wasn't until she'd finished that she realized she'd made a mistake. After the drink, she'd planned on avoiding anything not packaged here, which might be hard to come by, but she figured fruit off a tree was safe.

Fruit off a tree was not safe. She felt a sudden heat bloom through her, something that had her squeezing her thighs and pressing a hand to her stomach as if that could just make it stop. "Goddammit," she bit out, looking at the almost finished apple in her hand in disgust before dropping it. With all the stupid fairy tales about apples, she should have known better. Instead, she was going to find herself drawn back to the festival, the music filling her ears and the potential for a warm body filling her thoughts. Her cheeks were flushed when she leaned against the wall of a nearby building, eyeing the male bodies that strolled past with an obvious hunger. That hunger will grow if an eye catches hers.

iii: Wildcard?

Want to just talk? Maybe plot escape? Curse whatever deity brought them here? PM or drop a starter if you have ideas.

I Feel You bc who doesn't love a pair of emotional hedgehogs getting all affectionate?

[festianbargain]

It's a force of habit. Ever since he was taken from Kenari, whenever Cassian sees a woman who could be his sister he tries to get close enough to see if she is or not. Slight build, dark hair, big dark eyes. Jessica is a candidate, at least. Twenty years of disappointment hasn't made him lose hope that maybe, this time, it'll be her. And that he'll know, somehow.

Would she even recognize him? What would she look like, now? He ponders this as he sips from his own mug.

Wait. Did he say something? "Um, no?" He smiles slightly. "Do you want me to?" Now that she's talking to him, he's sure she's not his sister.

castiel, spn, m/m

[messenger]

i feel you

[ there was something familiar about having so much information dumped into his head all at once, knowledge unfurling inside of his mind like a long scroll of parchment. the knowledge of where he was and why he was here— what they thought they were doing for him. saving him from his own sorry life, or at least, that's what cuiristeach seemed to believe. and he certainly couldn't argue with the idea that he was in some way destined for a role of service.

it's what castiel had been made for, after all. to serve. it didn't seem to matter much that he had rebelled.

not a lot of things seemed to matter much after letting lucifer in.

he had, eventually, after having absorbed the information— and the fact that he was now free, his body his own, and his own world far out of reach— wandered from the temple (with some reluctance; it was quite peaceful at the temple) and into the town. he makes no attempts to join the festivities. he ignores the dancers in the streets. he isn't in any sort of mood to celebrate.

instead, he does what he's learned to do in any hopeless situation, after a long friendship with the winchesters. he finds a bar, and he drinks. ]

is this desire?

[ most of castiel's night was spent drinking.

he isn't drunk, of course, even when he wanders out of the bar and into the city and then out of the city and into the forest. it's desire that pulls him away. desire to be away from the people, away from the noise of the celebration, away the lights and the sounds, and most of all, away the ceaseless conversation that he can overhear from every back alley and street corner.

the forest is peaceful. most of the birds are asleep. bats wheel overhead in the evening dark, chittering soft sounds, their clever echolocation mapping out the night sky. mice scurry underfoot, and soft things pad through the dark, all ignoring his passage.

when he finds the tree, he doesn't think before plucking an apple off a branch. it's so shiny and perfect that at first glance he almost thinks that it's fake. it isn't. he knows as soon as it separates from the branch and the branch pulls back, gently swaying. at the same time, the compulsion hits him. to bite the apple, to break its skin with his teeth. he starts to laugh. he laughs a good long while. yeah, the image they're trying to evoke is pretty obvious, in hindsight.

castiel looks around him, looks above him, and speaks— he must be addressing the gods. ]

I've already fallen, there's no point!

dead of night

[ castiel has been exhausted since he arrived. he's been tired for a long time, if he's honest with himself, which is probably why vættir find him such an easy target. it's kind of sad. he's an angel of the lord. he's stronger than this.

or, he should be, anyway.

there's a certain perverse delight he gets in letting himself be swayed by yet another profane creature, bullied into the back of his own head where he, once again, entertains himself with childish things. like bad tv. while the part of his mind still control, still being influenced out in the real world, unfurls castiel's great, shaggy black wings from wherever he had tucked them away (nearly destroyed, large chunks of feathers missing all the way down to skin and bone, yet more still floating away as they're caught by the breeze). then it gets to work.

there's a detached air to castiel's destruction. an almost methodical shape to the way he lays waste, as he passes vendor's carts and upturns them with the flick of a wrist— without even touching them— and burns rows of decorations with just the wave of a hand.

it seems the vættir have found an incredibly powerful vessel. ]

( ooc: if you'd like to plot something else, hmu @ columba. just a note, cas is at full power, so trying to stop him in the last prompt through force will be incredibly difficult by normal means. permissions / kinks / powers. )

is this desire?

[panzersoldat]

[There's a sound rumbling through the forest. It's heavy, a new cacophony of twigs breaking and brushes rustling as something overly large unstealthily makes it's way through the forest.

Is it a monster? No. It's just a very large man exploring his new home, including those places they're not supposed to go. Especially those places. He needs to know what he might need to protect people from.

He emerges from the bushes at just the wrong time, hearing only the trail end of the statement. Which brings immediate worry, a rush of pure hearted concern towards his fellow man.]

If you've fallen, you shouldn't be standing. What if something is broken? Do your feel all right?

[He sees the apples. Sees the tree. He feels the pull to have one, but Reinhardt pointedly ignores it in his laser focused concern for his fellow man.]

You should sit down. I know a bit of tending injuries. [The scars visible on him are a testimony to his intimate relationship with harm.] I can check and make sure you are well.

Pamela Swynford de Beaufort | True Blood

[intelligentwhore]

(This Mess We’re In)

She has just taken flight in Bon Temps, going to search for Eric after he freed her and those other vamps from that horrific camp when she reawakens lying flat on a stone floor and full of knowledge about some paradise where sex keeps the whole place running. The sun doesn’t bother her, of course, because she’s had Billith’s blood, but she has to wonder how the sun will affect her day to day.

Standing up, she turns to the person nearest her and smiles. Well, she smiles as best as she ever could, and she places her index finger on their chest.

“Mama’s hungry. What do you say we take care of that?”


(I Feel You)

Pam isn’t usually a curious vampire, butt tonight she wants to know if she can drink human beverages here. She purchases a drinks and shotguns it, handing the cup politely back to Sam before walking off with a smile. Guess it’s true. There are things that are different here for vampires.

As someone unusually attractive nears, though, Pam’s eyes widen. Their thoughts are as clear as day.

“Fuck me with a mace. Now what’s a pretty little thing like you doing in my head?” She steps uncomfortably close to them, baring her fangs.


(Is This Desire?)

Of course Pam slips out to the forest to explore and it is damn near magical but nothing calls to her more than that apple tree. She twists a ripe one off of a branch and polishes it on her chest before taking a shark-size bite out of the flesh. After chewing and swallowing, she gets the distinct notion that this isn’t just any apple. She drops the remnants into her bag and vamp-speeds back to the party.

Eyes roaming the party she looks for someone who meets her standards. Once she finds someone she speeds over to them with a grin. “Hi, I’m Pam. How would you like to come more than mommy or daddy ever told you was possible?”

This Mess We’re In

[panzersoldat]

The good news for Pam is that there is a whole lot of chest for her to touch, right at eye level. The bad news is that the man who owns it has no idea what she's actually talking about. He looks down at her, brow furrowed in heavy thought. "One moment..." His voice is a deep, heavily accented German. "I might have something."

He starts immediately digging through his pockets. Reinhardt knows he has whatever is on him. Everything he owns, it's in a van somewhere in Bavaria. He's sure Brigitte will look after his armor, as she always has. He needs to worry about here and now. But he's better looking after others than looking after himself.

This is why he finally pulls out a wrapped candy from his pocket. It's positively tiny in his huge hand. He hold it out to her, totally unaware that he's possibly the largest juice box ever. "This is all I have. I am sorry, Miss. You can have it though. Maybe it will help until we find where we are supposed to be going. Then we can find you proper food."

Vax'ildan | the Legend of Vox Machina | ota, m/m preferred

[vexingnotvex]

001. Dance the night away
Vax has never really been one for parties. He's been to plenty, of course, for one reason or another, but they've always been too deeply rooted in childhood memories to be particularly fun for him unless the company's good. He's got a drink in hand, and sways to the music now and then, but mostly he just watches the other's, soaking in the ambience and keeping to himself.

...of course, old habits die hard, and he periodically drifts through the crowd, picking pockets here and there on his way to the food.

002. These woods are lovely
Vax doesn't exactly love the woods, but the moment someone tells him not to go somewhere on his own, he's all too happy to do it anyway just to be contrary. So he heads out, wanders deeper and deeper. Without Vex around it seems the thing to do, woods have always been her thing. It's a way to be closer to her, maybe.

He knows the plants you can and can't eat. Knows the signs of danger. The apples look safe, and it's been long enough since he last ate his stomach rumbles at the sight. So he takes one, and takes a bite, and starts heading back now he's got some fresh air and space. A pleasant tingling warmth settles under his skin, but he ignores it for now, at least until it starts building, and by the time he gets back to civilization he's flushed and uncomfortable.

"Shit," he mutters. "What the fuck is happening?"

He knows what's happening, the better question is why.

003. Let the spirit move you
Vax isn't afraid of the things people claim are in the woods. Isn't afraid of facing them without some kind of holy person at his side, because he knows there's always a solution, no matter what. He isn't afraid of most monsters either, so when he sees the smoke approaching he only rolls his eyes and mutters "Here we go again," even not having any context. He doesn't need it; it's the same kind of shit he's dealt with plenty back home, and the fact it moves faster than he'd like is a worry, but doesn't put him into a panic.

And then it catches up to him, forces its way down his throat, choking him for a moment, and then everything gets a little fuzzier.

Which is how it happens that not long after passers-by can find him laying waste to whatever's nearby with whatever he can find, laughing gleefully with a wide grin on his face.

001

[thefreak]

As it turns out, Eddie has similar thoughts about parties. When most of the time is spent dealing to the popular kids who would otherwise bully you into your own locker but put up with you because you happen to be a halfway decent source of weed, that's what tends to happen, a growing resentment towards merriment of this kind.

And it just so happens that Eddie has stationed himself near the food, which gives him a pretty good view of Vax headed his way, to the point where is now donning an amused look on his face as he tips his cup in the half-elf's direction.

And isn't that weird, seeing someone with pointy ears that's not just dressing up as a character. But it's weird in a really cool way, and -- shit, he hopes that these thoughts aren't being broadcast right now.

"I regret to inform you I have nothing of any monetary value on me. Though, come to think of it, I'm not really sure money is going to come in handy here at all? Place is freaking weird."

Jake Jensen | The Losers | OTA

[fingergunning]

i: Dancing Barefoot

Well, it seemed it was a celebration. Jensen heard the music playing, leading him down to where there was apparently some kind of Woodstockian groovefest going on. There was some intimidating yet very hot lady who seemed to be trying to recruit people to work for her, but Jensen wasn't exactly the sell his body type.

Okay, fine. He was totally the sell his body type, but in a mercenary way, not a lady of the night way. Besides, his legs were too hairy for him to stand on a street corner. If he was going to be stuck here, however, he was going to enjoy himself until he could pinpoint where his squad was and how to get back to them. And so... Jensen began to dance.

The dance of his people: white men who have no rhythm. Watch him groove. Or, join in. He might try tugging someone from the sidelines in to be his partner. "Not like you have anything better to do, right?"

ii: I Feel You

A drink was what was needed, but after having a few swallows of this gin-wannabe, Jensen was picking up that it wasn't necessarily just a drink. Or, not just a normal drink. There's something hinky in the town of Fuckville, and it's not just that he's in a town he's referring to as Fuckville.

He's sitting at a table by himself, trying to figure out what's going on. Everything feels big and small at the same time. Like he's tripping on peyote or something. "Why's it all so... weird all of a sudden?" Said more to himself, but Jensen has a habit of talking to himself out loud. It was one the rest of the crew had tried to break him of, to no avail. So he'd be looking around, trying to figure out what else was off and where that feeling was coming from.

iii: Is This Desire

So, maybe someone had told him not to go into the forest and maybe Jensen had taken that to heart as much as he took any rule to heart and maybe he was now looking at a tree full of juicy red apples that were pretty much telling him in some weird apple language to bite them. Suicidal delicious apples. Jensen licked his lips and wound up taking one, looking at it like he would a new motherboard project. "Sweet..." And then he bit it. He had two more in his cargo pants pockets before he realized that it wasn't a gun in his pants making them tent out like that. Nope.

"Shit. Horny apples. Goddammit," he ruminated out loud, looking around and feeling pleased to find no one in the vicinity. Time to take care of this himself.

It took about thirty minutes for him to figure out that wasn't going to work, which was twenty-eight minutes more than it should have taken. "Shit." Jensen was going to have to hobble back to the city proper and try to figure out how to get rid of this. He's patting his pockets, trying to figure out if he has anything of value to anyone here that he could barter for... well. For access to one of the brothels, since they seemed to be in abundance. "Anyone want a multi-tool for... how much is five minutes in a brothel?"

iv: Wildcard

Bring it on. Any time. Anywhere. Conversation, bickering, or things of a more sultry nature. Jensen can handle it.

is this desire

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa is perfectly aware of what a brothel is. Spending so many years at Littlefinger's side got her intimately acquainted with what goes on in one and while she's aware that many times the women in brothels have absolutely no choice in being there, she suspects it isn't the case here in this city. It seems people are quite a bit more positive about those things than they would ever be in Westeros. That being said, she isn't surprised to hear the word brothel spoken openly on the streets.

No, the word that strikes her as odd is "multi-tool" because while she knows perfectly what a tool is, she has no earthly idea what that would be or how it would work. She also doesn't know why one would trade it for time in a brothel. Does it have great value?

"I'm no courtesan but I am curious. What is a multi-tool and why do you think it is valuable enough to get you only five minutes with a woman? In my experience, men pay for much longer increments of time."

eddie munson | stranger things | ota, but m/m preferred

[thefreak]

1. «we've got a big mess on our hands»

[ Considering his last memories were that of accepting an imminent death, to wake up in such a place fills Eddie with a deep sense of worry. If it weren't for the fact that this place looks much too idyllic, he might even have believed it to be a trick of the mind, thanks to Vecna and his tendency to latch onto the worst thoughts and turn them into a verifiable horror.

Although it would track that a guy into Dungeons & Dragons might find this sort of place horrible, he doesn't feel terror, he feels --

Relief.

As he wanders the halls, it feels a bit like stepping into a dream, almost as if one of the temples that he's created for his campaigns has come to life. Only when he pinches himself he doesn't wake up. What's even more curious is the music that he hears -- the music and what follows, a collage of images that he knows he didn't come up with himself.

So distracted by this strangeness, that he doesn't even hear the footsteps approaches so much as he hears the thoughts of whoever it is that's approaching. ]

2. «dancing in the dark»

[ It's the music that interests Eddie more than anything. If there is one thing he knows he'll miss from Hawkins, it's his band, and while this isn't quite the same, it's close enough. He's stood off to the side, face caught somewhere between neutral and in awe as he tries not to show just how much this place is starting to affect him.

Dancing, though...dancing isn't really his thing. It brings back too many memories of high school dances where he had to withstand an assailant of pop music on his ears and stand off to the side while watching the popular kids pair off and ignore his presence. But he's not in high school anymore, and judging by this place, he probably won't be ever again, so.

Shit, maybe it is time to just say fuck it and join the others. It's not like there's anyone here who knew him before he stepped foot in Parthas (at least so far), so this really should be a chance to start over. Yet still, he hesitates, almost as if he's waiting for someone else to drag him out onto the dance floor.

Although...those gold pieces are mighty tempting, but Eddie knows deep down there is no chance in hell he'll even be near the top dancers in this place. ]

3. «i just feel you»

[ Unsurprisingly, Eddie opts for the Spirit of Feabhra and doesn't take all that much convincing. Alcohol? Sign him the fuck up. After everything that's unfolded since he's been here so far, he desperately needs to not be sober.

He just doesn't anticipate that it isn't the same as most of the alcohol he's used to from back home. Of course, if the effects are only noticeable with someone he has feelings for then he should be safe...right? Because Eddie Munson doesn't do feelings, and he is most definitely not in a state of denial or anything. ]

4.«no place for lovers»

[ Well, shit.

This is awkward. As it turns out, drinking alcohol without eating something is probably not a great idea, and so when he stumbled into the woods against his better judgment (judgment? what judgmenet?) and came across the apples, he didn't give it even a second thought before biting right into one.

And now he's dealing with the consequences, his whole body starting to feel like it's radiating heat from the inside out. Not good, this is not good, he doesn't remember feeling this -- horny, horny is definitely the word for it. Granted, he's still a teenager (technically), but it's been a while since he's felt it like this before, the urge nearly uncontrollable. ]

Fuck, fuck, shit, what the fuck? [ Hoping that maybe he can ride it out in privacy, he high tails it back to the city limits, but not before bumping into a poor unfortunate soul, who might assume Eddie is just sick rather than increasingly aroused by each passing second. ]

5. «wildcard»

[ or if you would like to plot something else out, feel free to suggest something else via pm or aoneknifestand | kinklist | permissions | also of note, eddie is being played as 19, though i am personally fine with a small age gap, just want to make sure everyone is aware before engaging in anything smutty if that's not your thing! i will match prose if you prefer. ]

A Big Mess

[festianbargain]

[ It feels strange to walk, so he does it slowly. It takes him a moment to realize it's because he's wearing shoes for the first time since he arrived at Narkina 5.

Is he losing his mind? Did they break him? Is he about to get fried when he walks on the hot floor? He rubs his head, fighting a rising panic as he wonders if each step will be his last. He will be woken from his dream by an electrical charge running through the soles of his feet and stopping his heart before he even realizes what's happening. Another corpse stinking up the place until the next shift.

The sickening terror is so all-consuming he almost trips over Eddie before he realizes he's there. He pauses a moment, because he doesn't recognize this man. And he has memorized the faces of every man on his floor. None of them look like this. He's fairly certain he's never seen this person in his life. Which means he's either not dreaming, or hallucinating whole new people. ]

Are you real?

[ The question bursts out of him before he can come up with a more subtle way to find out. ]

Rhaenyra Targaryen | House of the Dragon

[halfyeared]

( this mess we’re in )
[She’s meant to be at her wedding celebrations. What stands before her is beautiful though. Eyes wide, Rhaenyra looks entranced almost with wonder at what had unfolded in front of her. There is a mix of emotions, of not being back home. It was her duty to wed, to become Queen someday.

But this? It is an opportunity at her fingertips, something she can metaphorically hold onto and ride.

Anyone close to her can feel her relief, her wonder as she looks around at this strange, wonderful place they’ve brought her to. And all for the purpose of getting intimate? Her brows rise as she looks around and takes in each of those around her, thinking more about coupling with them.]

( dancing barefoot )
[Rhaenyra isn’t shy to the concept of a pleasure house, nor is she shy about much of anything. She’s quite the dancer, too. Of course her steps are a bit more formal. She holds the elegance and poise of a princess, someone who has been bred into a life of fine dancing.

As the night dwindles on, it’s clear she’s had a few cups. Her steps are a little looser, hands coming around the waist of someone close to her. It isn’t at all appropriate, and the touch speaks of far more, but then the Realm’s Delight has always been forward when she wants something.

Will you have this dance?

( is this desire )
[To no one’s shock, the silver haired princess does not heed warnings well. Picking her skirts up, she eventually wanders out to the woods beyond. The glowing mushrooms entice her on, so very curious about the lands she finds herself in now.

Eventually she comes to a lush and prosperous apple tree. Rhaenyra doesn’t remember being hungry, but suddenly the desire to have one of the apples seems urgent. Reaching a hand up, she gently plucks one of the ripened, juicy red apples from a branch raised just a little taller than her. It’s only then that she becomes aware that someone else is there, perhaps just as curious and interested in the tree as she is.]

How very strange this tree is here? [She lifts the apple.] Have you had one?

ooc: Rhaenyra is 18 at her canon point. mostly interested in m/f or Alicent. dancing barefoot has some good potential for f/f with touching and kissing, get her a little more curious about being with a woman.
otherwise I’m fairly open. kinklist here or feel free to message if you’d like to plot something out (I’m definitely open to wildcards and maybe her going down on someone ;) )

dancing barefoot

[panzersoldat]

[He can admit he'd been watching her. There had been a beautiful nobility about her movements. Of course Reinhardt is also aware that she is young. Young and elegant while he is very much neither of those things. Still, she had been so lovely to see moving like that. He can look respectfully and let better suited men and women to be her partners.

But it gets late and the vision comes his way. Her hand likely barely spans a part of his side. His heavily scarred and calloused hand dwarfs most peoples but for his size and strength he is exceedingly gentle in the way he places his hand over hers and gives her a small, warm smile.

His voice is a deep rumbling bass, barely held back from loudly booming as is his usual means of communication. One doesn't need to be so loud around such a proper lady.]

You do me the greatest of honors in asking. I would enjoy nothing more than to dance with you. You will have to forgive me ahead of time, it has been a while since I have, but I promise I'll not step on anything.

[He'll let her take him to the floor so he can rest his hands upon her, trying to not get too informal with how much flesh one hand of his can cover.]

[ooc: if he's too old, I'm absolutely fine with Gen]

Reinhardt Wilhelm | Overwatch

[panzersoldat]

This mess we're in
His head is killing him. It's a lot going on all at once. All that information floods in. He clutches the side of his head with one meaty hand, trying to make any sort of sense of this at all. In the end, it's a lot. It's a whole lot for a person to take in at one time, so Reinhardt does what he does best. He picks the one thing he can latch onto. He hears the whisper of Glory coming from Ceannasach. Glory and Honor and Strength. But he knows that there is also a strength in serving others. A knight is meant to serve and the greatest glory is to be a shield for others.

His thoughts, projected are as large and bombastic as the man himself. There is no concern for himself or his own predicament in this moment. No worry about what might await him in this place. There is only the powerful desire to be of help, to be a hero.

That is why he seeks out those that look the most lost. The ones that might be unsure of the pathway Southward. He'll approach, a massive smile on his face, his loud voice booming. "Do you wish someone to accompany you? I feel as if we need to head this way, but I feel it might be safer if we go together!"

DANCING BAREFOOT
The dance in the square reminds Reinhard a lot of some of the festivals he had seen in Bavaria as a very young boy. The colors and the music are warming even if there's the lurid undertones of the rumors. He knows there's very little chance of someone like him winning such a prize. It's ludicrous. But he also knows what it is to be poor and to live in a van, surviving on the charity of those he's helped. Fifty can go a very long way if he's smart and careful about it.

So in the center of all those beautiful young people is a huge man in his sixties, dancing like no one is watching. There's a energetic abandon to him. He should be embraced but instead, Reinhardt is DadDancing like he's at his daughter's wedding. But it's no fun to do this alone. He boldly goes up to anyone that looks like they might not want to participate and hold out a massive hand. "Come! I'll split the spoils with you!"

IS THIS DESIRE?
[When has he ever listened to anything anyone said about not doing anything? Someone tells him Don't Go Into the Creepy Forest, there's no way he's not going to do just that! Does it matter that he's read all the Fairy Tales and should know better? It does not. No, he's still going to walk through the glowing trees, gawking at the pure magic of this place.

It's not scary. It really is like he's stepped into a story.

He laughs, voice echoing as he reaches the tree. He places his hand on the trunk with a grin.

Only thing that is missing is the glass coffin and the princess.

[That story should mean he would want to avoid those apples, but they look amazing. He doesn't go for the ones down low, instead, he reaches up as high as he can to get the fruit seldom picked without climbing. One for now, some for later.

When he hears someone coming from into the woods towards him, he turns, blind side towards the tree, hand still reached high, an apple or three in the crook of his arm already. His expression is a bit guilty, like he's been caught in the cookie jar.]

Don't worry. I'm leaving a bulk of them.

[ooc: Reinhardt's Kink List is right here. He also has an Opt Out as he is a little older than most characters]

Dancing Barefoot

[festianbargain]

Cassian approaches the square cautiously. But even he can't stay dour in the face of such relentless celebration. He doesn't dance, though. The thought doesn't even occur to him. Just lurking around the edges observing others enjoying themselves is about all he can handle at the moment.

He is more than a little taken aback when the enthusiastic man with the white beard invites him to join. "Me?" He laughs and shakes his head. "I don't da--" Wait. "What spoils?"

Cassian Andor | Star Wars: Andor | OTA

[festianbargain]

Dancing Barefoot

[ Cassian had fallen asleep in a prison cell, barely a month into a six year stretch of hard labor at a prison where the security is... he hasn't figured out a superlative to describe it yet. Sadistic max.

Waking up here is disorienting. He's not really in the mood to dance. He's not even sure if he should feel relieved or guilty. So he finds an unoccupied seat in one of the gazebos and perches there, dark eyes darting about as he tries to make sense of this strange place. He shivers a little, and realizes that he's cold. ]

I Feel You

[ Once Cassian catches his bearings, he decides to explore. After the antiseptic isolation of Narkina 5, it feels good to be in a community again. It gives him a pang of homesickness he hadn't let himself feel in a while. His posture eases, and he moves with a little more confidence and not hunched over like he's expecting some new terror to surprise him.

Also food! All the food has flavor! He samples everything, savoring the taste of whatever he can get. When the spirit is offered, he takes it gratefully. ]

This is wonderful.

Is This Desire?

[ By the time he reaches the apple orchard, Cassian has eaten and drank his fill. So his willpower against the apple is stronger than it might have been otherwise. So he turns to whoever else has wandered out there. ]

Would you like to taste?

Dead of Night

[ Probably the most unexpected thing about his latest stint in prison is that the Empire had a vested interest in keeping him in excellent physical health while he was there. So he is in the best physical condition of his life. So even though some may have turned in for the night, he's still exploring and trying to learn more. Which is when he discovers something odd happening to some of the others. He approaches one who is suffering the affects of the vættir. ]

Hey, hey. [ He touches their arm lightly to try to ground them. ] Do you need... a drink of water, or something?

dead of night

[vermintide]

[ Cleo is not of weak constitution, but she is always tired. And though she tends to thrive at night, it's been a full day. Fun and stressful in roughly equal measure. As she and Sebastian explore further from the festivities, the odorless miasma creeps insidiously into them. Once Sebastian calls her attention to it with a barrage of urgent squeaks, Cleo pulls her gas mask over her face. It's either too late by then or fails to thwart any effects.

Not that Cleo notices them. As far as she's concerned, she's naturally perturbed. Now the food has settled and the gin buzz has abated, she sees this place for what it is. A prison, concealing its true nature with bread and circuses. She'll fix that.

Normally, she'd let the rats have all the fun. And several are, chewing through cloth banners and nicking food. For once, Cleo serves as a distraction from them rather than the other way around: she tosses over a table of lovingly stacked glasses. Shattering on the ground, she dances among the shards. (Badly, limbs akimbo to no particular beat.) Her mask pushed back haphazardly up her head, she upends a bottle of gin into her mouth, then drops it when someone touches her. Cleo turns on her heal, grinding glass into the dirt. ]

I have a drink. [ She raises the gin indicatively. It doesn't occur to her he's not asking because she looks thirsty. ]

Meryl Stryfe | Trigun (Amat CRAU because I am a burden to us all)) | OTA 20+

[bernardelli]

THIS MESS WE'RE IN

[ Oh God, she is so tired of gods. A year and some change of gods being far too concerned with their own ego and her vagina had really taken its toll on her. She was supposed to go home, wasn't she? Back to the desert? To her planet? To Vash and Milly? They'd both left, so why is she sitting on a cold floor, staring up at statues and suffering in exhaustion and dread.

What now? Why now? How much bad karma could she even have to make up for?

She wants to pitch a fit, and she almost does, but she has a feeling these two will be ready to punish just as quickly as that woman did. But these two... seem less aggressive? Haughty? Infuriating? Then again, they had been tempted to find favor in the other gods - the ones that feuded with Atia - out of malice, but that had never really gone their way.

There's no way she's the only one here. There's no way she did anything so special as to be the one person these two saved? Stole from? That island.

So with knowledge in her head and a strong desire for a nap in her heart, she heads down towards the celebration. She's in no mood for a party, but maybe she'll see some other poor sap that's been heisted here. ]

DANCING BAREFOOT

[ Meryl doesn't want to dance. Her feet are tired from hiking down here and she's looking to relax. She should, by now, be aware that the cute, little gazebo set ups must have a purpose, but she takes a seat on a swing, melting into it with a sigh. ]

Okay... I don't see anyone else I know. But I don't have that choking hazard anymore? That's good. That's very good. We can work with this, Meryl. We've been through a lot worse than this by now, so keep your head up. Yeah... just keep your head up.

[ She's trying her best here with a personalized pep talk, but maybe a bit of company would help to encourage her. ]

IS THIS DESIRE?

[ Meryl, at least, definitely knows better than to go off into any woods and eat anything she picks. That's a very good way to die, thank you very much.

But, she's absolutely not above going with someone else that she's caught wandering into the wilderness. She can't stop her need to help people, even if her stature doesn't leave her ready as much of a bodyguard. At least she's clever, for the most part, and confident. ]

What are you hoping to find out here?

Is This Desire?

[festianbargain]

[ It's been a while since Cassian had fresh fruit, so the apples are tempting. But he's also eaten and drank his fill at this place and has the creeping suspicion that the better something looks, the worse it will be for him. So far he's managed to resist the urge to indulge in the apples. But he is still curious about what there is to find.

He isn't expecting anybody to notice what he's doing, so when the woman approaches him, he's a little surprised. ]

Oh. Just... seeing what's out here. Would you like to come along?

[ Safety in numbers or something. ]

Lozarian of Telkonar | Original | OTA (m/m for anything sexual)

[epicnerd]

I. This Mess We're In
[Of all the unbelievable situations he's managed to find himself stumbling into, this might just top them all, Loza thinks. He hears their words, sees those images, feels a deep, deep curiosity. The onyx state, a position of power and authority, does not interest him as much, but the white marble one kneeling to it does. Because he senses equality and unity between and that is...fascinating.

He's found himself in another world, ruled by deities that thrive off communal and intimate bonding? Positively intriguing, he thinks.

He pushes himself to his feet, tall, broad, and takes a brief moment trying to tame the wild nature of his thick mane. Sleeping on floors never does well for his hair, alas.

Lozarian looks at the others around him, a broad smile on his face. His voice is deep, but soft. Slightly hoarse.]

A truly mindful welcome, we've been afforded, one might say.

[Because of the telepathic introduction. He has terrible jokes, he thinks they are very funny, yes. And yet he does not find the telepathic speech to be daunting at all, no instead it is rather familiar.]

Shall we make our way? he thinks to anyone close by. The city awaits.


II. Dancing Barefoot
[The music is truly enchanting, he thinks, but the dancers even more so. It is hard not to let himself get swept up in the celebration, even as he feels honored to be welcomed into it. He wishes he had a journal with him now, so take notes of the sounds and styles of dance, to sketch what he sees so he could turn them into more detailed illustrations later. There is disappointment there, at the missed opportunity.

Immersion may be the best way, after all.

He lets himself be pulled into the dancing, which might surprise some, due to his size, but he's rather light and graceful on his feet, spinning around the other dancers easily, following the rhythm of the drums and highs and lows of the flute. Does he care that this is for money? No, not at all. He may even notice you standing away, unengaged, and seek to change that.]

Why stand before the rhythmic conversation of music and movement and not seek to engage yourself in the dialogue?

[Apologies for his very cheesy encouragement.]


III. Is This Desire? (cw: PTSD response to a trigger)
[The bioluminescence of the fungi is distracting, enough so that Lozarian can't help but wander into the woods, following the trail of it.

And then he finds the apple tree and there is both a lure and a revulsion. He walks around it, feeling the sturdiness of the trunk, sees the shiny fruit dangling from the from the branches. For all the warnings in his mind, he does as he always does and sets them aside, reaching up to pull one of them down. It is wet with dew and gleaming from the distant moon. As if he could just take a bite out of it and feel the rich juice burst across his tongue...

But his curiosity and the initial urge to bite is still overtaken by the clenching in his chest and the spasms of his throat as if he can feel it closing even now. He gasps and drops his arm, releasing the apple onto the ground. It hits the soft grass with a barely audible thud and he steps away from the tree. He's almost dizzy from the whiplash of a reaction. He takes a breath. Then another.

How silly of him. It is only an apple. He laughs, perhaps louder than intended, even with the phantom ache in his throat, and it echoes in the night.

He even bends down to pick it up, tossing it in the air and catching it again as he looks it over. No bruising, thankfully. That would be such a waste. Not that he intends to eat it, but someone else could surely enjoy it.

Should he run into anyone else on the path as he tries to find his way back to the city, he'll give them a smile.]

There is quite a fruitful apple tree back there. [He holds up the large fruit in his hand.] Would you happen to like them?


IV. WILDCARD
[If none of these suit you, throw something out and I'll roll with it! Or you can hit me up at chocolateisbrainfood to plot something out. Lozarian is over 4500 years old, middle-aged for an elf, and very gay, but I'm also very open to gen/platonic CR!]

This Mess We're In

[panzersoldat]

[The first thing that comes to him after the flood of information is the joke. There's nothing to do but laugh at it. He's still lying back on the hard ground, just laughing, his deep voice booming in humor.

He still is laughing when he finally sits up. It's a little slower than most but honestly, there's a lot of him to get off the ground. Plus, he's not getting any younger. He tries to hide the effort. But eventually, he will be standing.

It's hard to miss someone nearly as big as he is. And with such a glorious beard too! Reinhardt is immediately drawn. The voice in his head helps pull him along until he's making his way to stand beside the other man.

He doesn't understand the whole thinking to talk thing. He's just going to say whatever is on his mind anyway. There's no difference between his thoughts and feelings and the actions he takes. That being of delight of finding someone nearly his size and curiosity at how he's talking without his mouth moving. He knows he's hearing it somehow. In his mind hasn't occurred to him yet.]

Of course. But we should probably help some of the others along the way. Who knows what is between here and there.

[His thoughts are a wave of protectiveness for the strangers who are still on the ground. It extends to this man he's just met.]

If we go first, I think we can make a large enough path that they can follow safely, yes?

michael guerin | roswell nm

[flextraterrestrial]

ONE █ THIS MESS WE'RE IN

[Michael is only vaguely aware of the Izzy-level mind-meld action he's got going for him. Everything else rattling around in his skull is too loud, what he left at home, what these so-called supreme beings require - the lik and what it all meant. It's a bad fantasy red-flick with a worse script. Parthas deities be damned, it's easy to pretend to be a god when you've got something the masses don't have.

As soon as he's no longer a captive his gait picks up haste down the path toward the chatter, the music, and the lights.

A drink would be nice, but -

THIS IS SO DAMN STUPID...

What he broadcasts to the public by way of telepathy isn't purposeful. Not even getting drunk would take the sting out of this situation.]

TWO █ IS THIS DESIRE?

[If you tell Michael not to do something he's immediately going to do that something. That's a challenge, and he doesn't back down from those whether it's intellectually or physically. He's got better sense than to take a bite of foreign fruit from another planet or plane of existence but he does pluck an apple, inspect it, and put it into the pocket of his jacket.

There's a light breeze, the apples sway just slightly as it dances through the branches of the tree. He's tired of the charade, the party as fun as it seemed felt forced, and now, with questions (mostly) answered, and no way home he's gotta figure out the long-term and how to fashion some kind of communication back home: to Roswell.

He does what anyone would do in his situation, he picks up another apple - this time without even so much as touching. The apple hovers in front of his face, spins on its axis, and then propels into the nearest hard surface exploding on contact.]

THREE █ CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

[feel free to choose your own prompt from the above that I didn't use or put a hot-take / twist on one of my provided prompts to keep it interesting/spicy. can be found at doggos for chit-chat and questions.]

is this desire or is it an opportunity for the worst kind of friendship?

[intelligentwhore]

( Pam spots the telekinetic wunderkind and saunters over in her pink suit. She looks him over and sighs. Yeah, he could be her type if he had a functioning brain and a bad attitude keeping up residency in that cranium. She pushes a strand of blonde hair from her pale face and looks at him, feigning an unimpressed attitude. )

So. Y’move a lot with your mind or is your power meant specifically for the destruction of produce?

( She folds her arms and eyes the spot where the apple hit the wall. This kid could make a fortune in this place, just like she intended to. Were they likeminded in that aspect? )

The name’s Pam and, yeah, cool trick.

( If Southern drawl in a monotone was a talent, then Pam is a very talented woman. )

Laica Hawke | Dragon Age | OTA

[lovelylaica]

This Mess We're In

[ Laica wakes up and doesn't move. Her eyes slide around the temple but her body stays still. This is weird. Something happened to the cave. ]

Loghain.

[ She whispers. And repeats when there's no answer. And again, a little louder. Finally. ]

Loghain!

[ She shouts and sits up. But the surly former-teyrn current-Grey Warden isn't there. She's alone. She draws her knees to her chest and wraps her legs around them, shivering a little at the shock of it. ]

Well. Another fine mess you've gotten yourself into, Hawke.

Dancing Barefoot

[ So. This is probably the Fade. But as journeys beyond the Veil go this is definitely the best one she's ever had. Possibly the best one anybody's ever had. So she decides to stop worrying and love whatever this sodding nonsense is.

She throws herself into the dance contest with abandon. Her enthusiasm fueled by her competitive nature, and amplified by her constant search for new sources of income. Unfortunately, despite all she has going for her, the one thing she lacks is talent. On the other hand, she also is possessed of complete confidence in her abilities, despite all evidence to the contrary. She makes eye contact with somebody. Whether they're competing or not, it doesn't really matter to her. ]

Watch and learn!

[ What she expects the other to learn is unclear. Maybe it's just how to dodge her flailing elbows. ]

Is This Desire?

[ Laica smiles politely in response to the creepy smiling faces that tell her not to wander, and then does precisely that when she thinks they're not looking. She's a battle-hardened champion, a mage of considerable skill, not just in combat but also the healing arts. She is confident that she can handle herself.

And when she discovers a delicious looking apple, of course she tries it. Why wouldn't she?

The flood of arousal hits her in a rush. Her cheeks flush pink and her lips part as she blinks slowly, her step faltering as her legs start to tremble. ]

Oh dear.

jon snow | game of thrones | m/f for sexy stuff

[tooktheblack]

I Feel You

( Jon isn't one to dance, not really, so he stands a bit to the side of the festival and just watches for a bit. When a man comes round to offer drinks, though, he is one of the first to take one, quaffing it quickly. It's called the The Spirit of something, he hadn't quite heard, and the moment he drinks it he realizes he's made a mistake: he feels absolutely drawn to someone and he has no idea how to alleviate that except to seek them out talk to them, touch them. He touches their hand.)

Have you drunk it too? Does it make you feel the way I do?

( How does he end this? Is the only end to bed them? )

Is This Desire?

( Jon feels more comfortable in the woods than he does in the city so when he realizes there's a forest nearby, he finds his way there and spends time wandering around. There's no weirwoods here - not that he expected them - but the Old Gods linger in the woods no matter where he goes, don't they? He attributes his life to their mercy, genuinely, and even if they don't speak to them, perhaps they're here in the guise of these other, alien gods who have the rule of this place

It doesn't take him long to find an apple tree, ripe apples hanging from it. He cannot help but grab a few and on his way back into the city, he bites into one and the change is immediate - he is hard, he is fevered, and he has the sense that he needs someone to help him. It takes him a moment to see someone but when he does, he gently touches their elbow. )

I've eaten something I shouldn't. I have to beg your help but I'll be kind, I swear it to you. I'd never hurt you.

I Feel You

[thefirstempress]

[Observation and solitude have always been a preference for Eirene. Perhaps one of the benefits of this place is that there is less reason to speak to others. There are no expectations, and as she is recently arrived, she can simply keep to herself without being viewed as standoffish. At the very least, it seems others were choosing the same.

She nurses the drink offered to her, never considering that something might be wrong with it. Poison seems pointless, given they were brought here to forge connections. Killing the prisoners would be counterproductive.

After a few minutes, strange sensations make her question that belief, leaving her head spinning. When the man joins her, his voice sounds at a distance, hidden behind a veil. She can feel him, sense him, as if it were speaking aloud. Rubbing her eyes, Eirene looks down at her goblet.]

I think so? Is that what is happening?

Eirene | OC

[thefirstempress]

This Mess We're In

[Her head is splitting, deafening the sweet sound of the harp. Instead, her head feels as if it's flooding, too much information, too many feelings. Whether it was intentional or not, she can hear the voices of others in her head, but all blur together, becoming a overwhelming clammer.

Eirene places her hands over ears, hoping it would block the noise, but well aware that it would do nothing.

It is enough to shake her from the daze her arrival left her in. The noise made it all real, more than a simple dream. It doesn't feel like a gift but an abrasive grab for attention. Eirene shakes her head, wishing it could be pushed out.]

Do you hear that too?

Dancing Barefoot

[The swing and gazebo make for a lovely nook, granting some measure of privacy. It's obvious from the size that someone else is supposed to sit with her. Given the nature of this place, it is better to assume that everything is structured around pairs. Regardless, Eirene has taken advantage of the situation, kicking off her boots, tucking her feet under her wide skirts.

She can hear the music from this position and see the smaller figures swirling in the dance. This is no dais, no one will watch her, allowing her to do so instead.

After the tricks with a drink she had before, she isn't about to take another. No thoughts, no feelings of desire, no sense of another person. Instead, she can lean her head back, close her eyes and bask in the distant music.

A figures moves in front of the candlelight, covering her with their shadow. She opens her eyes, shocked that someone else is there. Glancing down the line, it seems that all the gazebos are occupied to maximum capacity.

Oh.]

Are you...do you want to sit?

this mess we're in

[trunked]

[It is strange for him to have silence-- at least to the degree of multiple people slipping in and out of his head. He's cut off from his fellow sensates, and that is even stranger. He feels like their protector, hardly around, but there when needed most, and now he's not.

The other voices swirl around him, likely the people from this place. He doesn't know it, doesn't like it, but he's used to it. He doesn't give off the friendliest vibes, so even he's taken aback when the girl next to him says something.]

You get used to it. Try to concentrate past it. [He's a man of little words, but his eyes look down to greet her.]