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TEST DRIVE MEME #13

Arrival
You remember a dream.

Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.

It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.

"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."

The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.

And so you do.

Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.

After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, they'll have a massive headache at first.

They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.

Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. They may be pushy, they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.

Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, there's a demonic bartender who seems to know how to mix any drink you can imagine (and a few you can't). Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit. There's also a new addition of a karaoke machine.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.


Welcome to My Nightmare
Familiar whispers are starting among the demons of Hell yet again! The big carnival is happening soon and it's going to be even bigger than before. Apparently the clowns are out, but special guests are in!

The names Bellas Mammon, and Verinne float around excitedly. Something about the angel is spat about with less enthusiasm from time to time. If the demons are pressed for additional information they'll just say that if the carnival guests are pleased, Hell is in for a grand expansion.

If asked how the carnival guests are to be pleased the demons will simply laugh and tell sinners not to worry. So, new denizen of Hell, guess what! Even with such little information to go on, you get to help the demons get everything ready for the upcoming event. Exciting!


Prompt I: We Built This City
WARNINGS: mentions of violence and drugs

Within the gates of our lovely Penance community a large portion of the area is currently in the process of being cleared away. Demons will be grabbing unsuspecting sinners and dragging them into the process without a care of whether they want to help or not. Sinners will work clearing charred debris, constructing stands, cleaning up dilapidated buildings, stringing lights and other decorations, and more.

Curiously, the only things that seem to be off-limits are rides and games, just like the last time. Hands off, buddy. Those are a surprise.

Unfortunately for all the guests involved, it seems like the demons are very serious about their role as supervisor. Cracking the whip isn't just a figure of speech is what we’re saying. If they catch anyone slacking off they will be punished accordingly. A swift hit, a hard shove, a good lashing with the whip for those who are particularly naughty. They may even just crack it if they think a sinner isn't working as fast or as hard as they could.

Well, now you know how serious they're taking this. After all, there's so much work to be done and such little time.

That said, the demons aren't entirely heartless. Just before a sinner collapses from exhaustion or dehydration, they'll be allowed to go treat themselves to some sandwiches and water. There's also an energy drink available simply called Speed Bull.

Knowing Hell, the 'healthy vitamins and minerals' contained in it are probably just code for actual speed. Ah, well, at least it keeps you going. Might want to be careful though. Drinking too many will lead you to, well, die (again). Might not be permanent, but isn’t fun or productive!

Those sinners who are especially resistant or otherwise naughty while constructing booths and other carnival necessities will find themselves put on porta potty duty. Arguably the worst duty of all, and they just might find themselves compelled to do so even if they hate it.

Other areas the guests will be able to help with include the tunnel of love, pens for a petting zoo, and the fun house, but they may not want to gaze into the mirrors too long...


Prompt II: The Maze of Mirrors
WARNINGS: mentions of mental health, addiction, violence, and sex

Those lucky enough to get a glimpse at the carnival’s fun house will notice an incomplete room full of mirrors. There’s no demons around cracking whips at the moment and there’s something about it that just feels like it’s calling to you. It’s clearly unfinished and they likely need some help, right? Might as well investigate.

If guests choose to enter this room, they will soon discover it's far larger than it seemed at first glance. Stranger yet, the room is a maze that seems to shift and change with every corner you turn. Didn’t you just enter from that direction? Well, looks like it’s a dead end now. Guess you’ll have to find another way out.

The longer someone stays trapped in this maze of mirrors the more they start to feel different. Sinners begin to change mentally and emotionally into their darkest nature. All the secret parts of themselves that they try to hide from everyone come rushing to the surface and this can also be actual secrets themselves!

Do you struggle with anger? Depression? Been holding yourself together by a thread for too long? Actually afraid of everything? Recovered addict? Jealous of that bitch Stacey? Itching to just murder someone? Maybe you’re a bit of a nymphomaniac or a compulsive liar. Perhaps you’ve been holding back on saying what’s really on your mind to some people or maybe you have a deep secret that’s itching to get out and you don’t care who hears it... like that one time you left someone to die, or when cheated on your significant other with their sibling.

Well good sinner, now feels like a great time to clear the air! Let people know who you really are. There might be someone else stuck in there with you who you can kill, or fuck, or yell all the things you’ve wanted to say to them (or just say in general) but haven’t. If not? Good thing there’s a network in Hell, and the reception seems to be excellent today.

This maddening desire to reveal secrets and become that which is often hidden grows stronger the longer a person remains in the maze of mirrors.

There are two ways someone can be brought back to their more normal selves: either by the acceptance and forgiveness from another person resulting in immediate relief, or by finally finding a way out. Although it may linger a few hours after exit until finally all returns to normal.




Something in the Air Tonight

Prompt I: Something In The Air
WARNINGS: mentions of body horror transformations

After everyone's fun time spent in the mental asylum earlier in the month, it looks as though the monster business isn’t quite done and over with. Perhaps sinners missed taking care of a small scratch or maybe the taint has just spread some other way, but sinners (old and new alike) may find themselves beginning to change, physically.

It may start out simple enough. An ache or a pain that could be blamed on a long day of construction or sleeping on the lumpy, uncomfortable beds, but it will soon progress. Fingernails may fall out as fingers turn to claws, legs may start melting together until a sinner is left with something that looks decidedly snake-like. It may feel like one's body is attempting to tear itself apart only to leave them with slimy tentacles.

Eventually, affected sinners might start to even think differently. Whether their physical mutations are big or small, are specific to one animal or several, or are the variety of horrific unidentified monsters from someone’s worst nightmare, the affected may begin to lose their higher state of consciousness for something more primal and animalistic.

Don't worry, Lucifer will reassure you all that this is only a temporary state of being! They’re working on getting everyone back to normal as we speak, so in the meantime just… try to enjoy it. It’s not all that bad, is it?


Prompt II: They Did The Monster Smash (nsfw)
WARNINGS: continued mentions of body horror

While under this transformation, some sinners may feel an innate desire for a night of debauchery. Whatever their monstrous state is, they find themselves wandering into the sex portion of the night club. While the mutations may be as small as claws and teeth, those experiencing it will also find themselves with an insatiable need to breed.

As the night goes on, people will find themselves more than just physically affected and begin displaying the following characteristics:

Alpha
  • Traditionally strong and dominant types. They are protective and extremely jealous once they’ve found a mate.
  • It is not uncommon for Alpha’s to fight over their chosen Omega with other Alphas.
  • When next to an omega in heat, they may enter into a rut state where their main concern will be claiming and mating with their chosen partner.
  • Ruts will send alphas into an extreme frenzy and cause them to be very aggressive.
  • They will be overwhelmed with the desire to dominate and have sex.

    When an Alpha is close to climax, their genitals will swell and knot or entrap their partner in order to further ensure breeding. This swelling locks two people together for up to thirty minutes. During this period, it is not possible to pull apart from one another and may result in several rounds of intercourse. Keep in mind, however, that the more sex you engage in the longer it will take for the swelling to ease.

    Omega
  • Traditionally submissive types who aim to please. They are physically inferior to alphas and have an innate urge to be claimed and possessed.
  • When in heat, omegas experience fevers that can be dangerous if allowed to rise. The only cure for this is an orgasm.
  • Heats may last up to three days. During this time period, omegas will be insatiable. So much so it might become painful the longer they don’t mate.
  • They will be drawn towards the strongest alpha. Omegas put off a scent that will attract mates, particularly during heat, that often encourages alphas to fight for the right to breed with them among other alphas.
  • Bites to the neck may calm a feisty omega, but keep in mind that this may also cause a mating bond with them.
  • Omega’s during heat often become extremely self-lubricated.

    Both Alpha and Omega may experience intense lasting orgasms with excessive amounts of cum to further ensure breeding. If an Omega cannot find a suitable mate they will find themselves incapable of satiation. Nothing is enough until a mate is found and even then, heat might hit them again soon after climax.

    There’s another category, the Beta. These are those who aren’t really affected either way. Some of these patrons are still experiencing physical mutations but don’t seem to have the same heat and desire to breed. Others might not even be physically changed at all.

    This can make things a little bit awkward, though. Especially when even the succubi and incubi are affected along with other demonic staff and guests. They may be eagerly dragging people, staff and sinners alike, off for a rough breeding session.

    Of course, because it’s a sex club there’s plenty of other things to do. As always, no guest is safe from the potential of being dragged on stage for a demo or two. There are plenty of rooms with various themes for your delight including all sorts of toys and fucking machines. Anything you could imagine, really!

    More information on what to find in the sex club here.


    IMPORTANT NOTE: The mods recognize that abo is considered a slur against aboriginal peoples in Australia. It is important to us that we recognize this and clarify that such a term outside of alpha/beta/omega context is harmful and uncool. Stay groovy, and have fun!


    Wildcard
    Not looking for debauchery or looking for a different kind? That’s alright! The club itself has plenty of other options such as a separate side explicitly for dancing. Drink up, maybe do a few lines, and dance the night away. There’s also a spa, a pool, a library, and all sorts of other areas for your character to explore now that they’re in hell.

    You can find more information on the various locations here





    Misc.
    Hey, guys! Welcome to our new TDM for the June 1st app round! As always, feel free to jump right on in, potential appers and current members alike! This TDM counts as an additional game event, as well as game canon for those coming into the game. Please have fun and don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have down below!

    If you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc., go here.


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  • endofcompliance: (2.0 - sizing this up)

    II. maze of mirrors

    [personal profile] endofcompliance 2020-05-27 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
    [Hearing glass shatter, regardless of his own misadventures in the mirror hall, Bucky is ready to draw (one of) his gun(s), but when he follows the sound and finds a body hunched on the ground, shimming glass all around her, and her words, he bites the inside of his mouth.]

    [He doesn't say anything - what is there to say? - but he does, slowly, approach Trilla, then kneels down to her level. It's a position he can still easily jump into a fight if need be, but for now, it can be seen as unassuming.]
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    Francis Barton | Marvel Comics | cw: a/b/o stuff, sex, animal traits

    [personal profile] knucklesdirty 2020-05-27 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
    Something in the Air Tonight

    [It starts off as intense headaches and throbbing body aches that go down to his bones. But it doesn't take long for the changes to show: cat ears that push through his blonde hair, a light tawny that almost matches and soft pink on the insides. Then a tail and his teeth sharpen, with canines that extend over his bottom lip a little. But it doesn't take long for it to start twisting his behavior and mentality into something more feral.

    He's more touchy, likes nuzzling against people for the way his senses can pick up the scent on them. Not quite possessive, but maybe a touch territorial. Perhaps most notably, he's edgier than usual, teeth and claws only barely held in check. He spends a lot of time on the roof of the hotel, preferring the high places. He initially spends quite a bit of time in the gym, murdering punching bags, but seeming rather discontent with spilled sand.

    Even after visiting the club, where he ends up very firmly as an Omega, it's a roll of the dice as to whether those urges are violent or sexual, even with that scent of heat crackling on his skin.

    Those that just happen to catch his attention, Alpha or not, he might shadow for a little while before appearing ahead of them with a sharp flash of teeth. Claws unsheathing behind his back with a sly sort of smile, blend of heat and violence voiced in a low purr. Not like anyone has anything better to do than cater to his whims, anyway.]


    Spar with me? I'm bored.


    They Did the Monster Smash

    [Of course, fighting isn't really what his heat wants, and it's probably not difficult for an Alpha to track the scent of it. His scars glow faintly gold as he slides through shadowed corners. Maybe you catch him in the kitchen late at night when no one's around, trying to use ice and cold water to ease the fever. Shaking, knees trembling as his skin melts the ice almost too quickly, but it's something. Helps a little.

    But eventually he ends up in the club, dancing, topless and his body is all invitation. Words are getting hard, so he purrs, wraps his tail against someone's waist, using it to urge them together. Maybe Francis knows them, maybe he doesn't. Right now he's so out of it that it honestly doesn't matter. He just... he needs, aches for more. More contact, to be touched, a way to soothe how his body burns. He can't think straight, leaves himself at the tender mercy of whomever happens to be close enough for him to hold onto.]


    Hi--

    [His violet eyes almost glow by the dim lights of the club.] You smell good.

    [Which is not what he means to say at all, but it's what slides off his lips regardless. Maybe they can help each other out?]


    Wildcard!

    [Hit me up with whatever, Francis is also around helping out with setup for the carnival, the Maze of Mirrors is an option, and he can frequently be found with his bow or working on new sorts of arrows.]
    sadoslash: (yeah i've got nothing)

    [personal profile] sadoslash 2020-05-27 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Every touch sends electric tingles throughout his body, fires every nerve. He wants more. And the fact that even in spite of being in a vulnerable position, Nezumi can still manage to maintain a confidence is a turn on. It's a sly confidence that proves Nezumi is the perfect prize to be won -- that conquering him will be worth it.

    Sougo draws back, reaching down to undo the sash holding his kimono in place. ]


    All the better to keep you for myself.

    [ He shrugs the silk from his shoulders, allowing it to pool on the floor. And he is fully nude -- painfully erect and ready, the flimsy covering was all he managed to toss on because he knew it would be coming off just as fast.

    But Nezumi isn't going to get the same treatment. Uncuffing him to remove his shirt would simply take too long. So instead, Sougo focuses on the pants -- though does pull Nezumi's shirt up his stomach a bit so he could lean down and nip at the skin just above his pelvic area. Goddamn. This close to the heat of Nezumi's arousal is enough to drive him mad.

    Sougo unceremoniously yanks Nezumi's pants free, compelled to get him nude. Compelled to feel skin against skin. Compelled to be deep inside of him. ]


    Oh yes. You are going to be mine all night long.
    dothelokimotion: (A thing which exists to be not known)

    [personal profile] dothelokimotion 2020-05-27 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
    [ he shakes his head. ]

    It is not about need. All people should supersede what they are. To be more.
    trilla: (12.)

    [personal profile] trilla 2020-05-27 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
    [Trilla looks up at him, her face stained with tears.]

    My master... where is she?

    [Perhaps her anger had been something she tried to hide as a Jedi, but now this was what she was most ashamed of. The frightened and betrayed Padawan she once was.]
    deaddrop: (artema nephilit)

    [personal profile] deaddrop 2020-05-27 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
    Looks like you did.

    [Sorry, Nezumi, it's not all that funny. She looks the wings over, still wet from erupting.]

    Can you stand? Might be a good idea to get somewhere less exposed.

    Maybe get a drink.
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    [personal profile] conjobs 2020-05-27 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
    He finishes his smoke and tosses the dull orange butt to the floor, putting it out under his foot and heaving a sigh. He's not necessarily contented with anything but his mood has lifted considerably, even if he's not as chatty or pretending to be upbeat as he normally might be, especially after a few drinks.

    Shoving his hands into his trenchcoat pockets, he turns his head away to blow out the last of the smoke. If Lilith was hoping she could get him to stand guard here like some kind of soldier, magically seal the door or whatever, she was sadly mistaken.

    "I'm headed back," he says quietly, more out of politeness than any need to announce it. No awkward goodbyes or see you later or anything like that - not really his style. Nothing about anything she might have said to him in there or out here that she might not have meant to say, either. His hero session has sufficiently concluded and he's not likely to bring any of it up unless he needs to use it against her next time.

    It also means if she goes back in that maze, he's leaving her to die.
    sadoslash: (AHEM.)

    >) but terrible in the best way!!

    [personal profile] sadoslash 2020-05-27 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
    [ It's festive enough for a place like this!! But Sougo does nod a couple of times in agreement with Squalo as he studies the decor. Also eyeing the dangling supervisor. ]

    I agree now that you mention it. It is pretty shit. Seems imbalanced, like they were really skimping out on things this year. It could stand to have at least two more to even it out.

    [ He gestures idly to where those two more could hang, looking to Squalo for his expertise. After all, this really seems to be a guy with an eye for party decor. And maybe, just maybe, Sougo is aiming a little low. Maybe the decor would only be complete with five more dangling middle management demon-san. Plural. ]
    thescarletspeedster: (Default)

    baecard

    [personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2020-05-27 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
    Even without the nausea of going full speed, it's hard to run. The heat that had begun beneath his skin now feels like it's climbed behind his eyeballs, everything blurry and sliding out of focus no matter how he rubs at them. Even in the haze of fever, Barry knows he has to keep running. He knows what's happening to the others, he knows what he smells like, and the thought of being found by anyone but Garrett has panic clawing up Barry's insides.

    His phone vibrates, but Barry doesn't stop to check it, skipping in and out of the speed force as he checks every corner of Hell, until finally -

    "Garrett," Barry croaks, nearly crashing into him as he skids out of the speed force to stick his nose in the crook of Garrett's neck.
    smokedout: Is it forever? ♪ (28 ♪ We're losing you)

    something in the air~

    [personal profile] smokedout 2020-05-27 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
    [There's a spark in Dodger's eyes, at the offer of a spar. As much as he believes the kid can handle himself, he's always held back from sparring him, not wanting to hurt him outside of their scenes. But not right now. Right now, they're once again on the same wavelength - violence or sex, it doesn't matter. Whatever they need to scratch that itch.

    Dodger has gone through his own transformation. His teeth were already sharp and dog-like, but they've gotten larger. Pointed, ruddy brown ears poke out of his hair, and a matching wolf tail wags idly as he looks Francis over with sharp, golden eyes. He's almost dizzy from the scent of him, the way that his heat crackles on his skin. Even before he gives his answer he's reached out, running his hand boldly over Francis's hip and down between his legs.
    ]

    Sure. Just don't hold back... because I won't when I fuck you after, even if you get yourself hurt.
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    Jonathan Sims | The Magnus Archives

    [personal profile] recordingends 2020-05-27 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
    I. Arrival

    Has he been dreaming all this time? Jon sits up slowly, stiff like he's been sleeping for a long time. That can't be right, he has more and more trouble sleeping these days and he has that slept-for-hours groggy daze lingering. He rubs his head and slowly realizes he isn't anywhere familiar.

    The voice and all it tells him is... quite frankly terrifying. Judgement? He certainly deserves it.

    Jon forces himself out of the room, trying desperately to ignore the pounding headache. He definitely isn't anywhere in the archives or the Institute and he tries to quell the panic trying to knot up in his chest. The sheer number of doors he passes is making his anxiety spike. The Distortion, his mind whispers. What happens if he opens one of them? Is there any end to the corridor?

    Oh. Yes, there is. Jon's knees feel weak with relief when he finds a staircase. He makes it down to the lobby in a daze.

    "What the hell?"


    II. Maze of Mirrors
    [cw: some body horror, eyes]

    Jon doesn't remember how he got into the hall of mirrors. Every turn he takes makes him lose his sense of direction. And his grip on reality. He stares at himself in one of the mirrors and realizes how hollow-eyed and sunken he looks. How starving he is.

    He presses his hand to another mirror this one showing just the sharpness in his eyes, the intense look he gets when he's taking a statement. Jon stumbles away and stops short as another reflection catches his attention. He stares at himself in horror as eyes start opening up all over his body. His hands fly to his face, trying to reassure himself that there's nothing there.

    And through it all he starts feeling his guilt and self-doubt crushing in on him.

    Jon realizes there's another person in the reflection he's looking at and when he turns, the person is actually there. He presses his hand to the glass, trying to remember why he holds himself back. But he doesn't want to. He likes the way he feels when he's witnessing the terror that other people have endured.

    And he's hungry.

    He stares intently at the other person and there is something compelling in his gaze. Jon puts the full force of his power behind his words when he says:

    "Tell me about the last thing that frightened you here."

    [IMPORTANT: Jon's opt-out/opt-in is here. He can generally force people to answer him, but if you want your character to resist (sucessfully or unsucessfully), I'm down for whatever battle of wills you want!]


    III. Network: Voice

    Ah... hello.

    [Some static, then a quiet breath. He sounds exhausted.]

    What in the absolute fuck is this? I've had rather a long... day.


    IV. Wildcard

    [Surprise me! Jon will be a very confused and mildly disgruntled beta for anyone wanting to do a/b/o things.]
    Edited 2020-05-27 02:45 (UTC)
    arachnafriendly: (7)

    arrival

    [personal profile] arachnafriendly 2020-05-27 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
    Walking through the halls (the almost never, ending halls) had Martin's anxiety at an all-time high. Did Michael drag him somewhere new? Did he open the wrong door just to end up trapped in a maze of insanity? Where was Tim?

    Would he run into Not-Sasha?

    When he made it to the lobby, he's instantly relieved and practically sinks down in the closest chair. It's just a normal hotel. Just a normal hotel filled with demons. Demons? Oh. Yes, those would be demons wouldn't they?

    Great! Just. Just great.

    What the hell-- and his heart practically leaps into his throat, beating fast as his eyes dart around the lobby.

    "Jon!" He manages to shout as he stumbles to his feet. "What are you doing here?"

    You know. The most normal question to ask in the situation they've both found themselves in.
    defaulthawke: (s; strike a pose)

    [personal profile] defaulthawke 2020-05-27 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
    In spite of his ferocity, the possessive demand in his mind, Garrett doesn't actually expect Barry to show up so quickly. The surprise just about knocks him off his feet, but instinct of a softer kind takes over: he throws his arms around Barry and holds him close, senses attuned as always to his fiance.

    A bit more keenly attuned, today. As soon as Barry's in his arms, that scent hits Garrett with the force of a lightning strike. Barry smells so fucking good, like desire and want and pure fucking ambrosia, like the promised land, like sex. He inhales it deeply, breathing in madness and need as well as pheromones, a madness that seeps into his blood and roars in his veins. As much as he craved touch and a mate before, Barry's heat takes a match to it.

    His hands tighten around Barry, claws threatening to dig in as a low growl rises in his throat. It's so hard not to throw Barry down and take him right here in the street, where everyone could see who he belongs to. The only thing soothing his sudden flare of temper is-

    "You came straight to me," he murmurs into Barry's throat, pleased and aroused in equal measure. There's no other scent on him, no trace of any other alpha- nobody else has touched him. "Oh fuck, you smell so good."

    His fangs drag along the soft skin of Barry's neck, his self-control crumbling by the second.
    thescarletspeedster: (Neck.)

    [personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2020-05-27 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
    "I ran from them," Barry mutters into Garrett's neck, his own bending instantly as that growl travels through him, making his hair stand on end. It makes him want to cry and sing all at once, it makes him want to bare his throat and beg even as a tiny, lucid part of him wants to flee the danger. Neither of them are in their right minds, and Garrett is quite literally a wolf - he could tear him apart before Barry summoned enough will to reach the speed force.

    But Garrett wouldn't do that. Even as a wolf, he wouldn't do that. He loves him. They're getting married. They're partners. Mates.

    Barry whines, tilting his throat anxiously, letting Garrett smell. "Nobody touched me."
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    Luke Skywalker | Star Wars | OTA | Body Horror mention

    [personal profile] faithfulson 2020-05-27 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
    [Arrival]
    He remembered fire.

    There was fire and flames and heat, and all he could think of despite the voices, despite the overwhelming feeling that something was wrong, Luke Skywalker couldn't help but muse to himself, This Death Star blew up a lot faster than the last one. Because what other reason for all this fire than him failing to escape the blast? He took too long, he had dared to actually take time to mourn for his father, and now he was paying for it. He was certain his father would be disappointed in him, especially as he didn't try to fight. And Leia...

    I'm so sorry, Leia...

    It took time for Luke to pull himself together after waking up, to absorb everything he was left with in that room (and perhaps curiously poke at the ancient technology he was left to work with). By the time he finally made it downstairs, he looked as overwhelmed as he felt, and the sight of demons tending to the lobby and bar wasn't helping matters. He eventually found himself hovering in the door to said bar, glancing within, but hesitant to cross the threshold.

    "...feels like Mos Eisley all over again," he muttered, unaware of anyone nearby that could hear him.

    [We Built This City]
    As much as he tried to deny it, Luke was already frustrated with this place.

    He had seen others getting roped into clearing out the area he was in, and had done his best to try and slip away without being seen. Unfortunately, one keen eyed demon had managed to grab him and drag him into the work, and was currently taking a particular kind of glee in focusing his whip on him. Luke had thought to grab it from him more than once, but had managed to keep himself from doing so, if only so the demon wouldn't take it out on anyone else that was working nearby.

    The more the hours wore on, however, the more his patience was stretched thin. It wasn't until the demon, bored with his lack of response, turned his focus on one of the others that Luke finally acted on his frustration. He sensed, more than saw, the whip rearing back, ready to crack toward someone that wasn't him, and he shifted slightly, motioning his hand almost imperceptibly at his side. Instead of hitting the person, the whip snapped back, hitting the demon square in the face.

    Luke turned back to his work as the force of it knocked the demon off his feet, trying (and failing) to hide a pleased smile.

    [Something in the Air]
    Something was wrong.

    Granted, this place felt wrong on the best of days, but so far Luke hadn't felt anything wrong with himself. That changed with a bad feeling that lingered long after his usual unease from his persistent nightmares subsided. It took a moment more before he realized his face ached, like he had a toothache that refused to go away. It left him futility rubbing at his jaw as he went about his day, as if that would help stave off the pain as it steadily grew worse.

    It was near the end of the day that the pain started to get overwhelming to the point he had to drop what he was doing and attempt to stumble back to his room. His head was swimming, a distant part of his brain constantly chanting something's wrong, something's wrong, and though he tried to pull on everything he knew in the Force to keep himself together, he managed to make it about halfway back before he collapsed against a building, pressing a hand against his mouth as he fought against the urge to retch.

    He felt something fall into his palm along with a feeling of sticky warmth, and he pulled his hand away to see it covered in blood, along with two teeth that had fallen out. Luke stared in horror, his mind struggling desperately to process just what he was looking at as his tongue probed his mouth, trying to figure out just where those teeth were supposed to go, and accidentally pricking it on something sharp.

    Luke tried very hard not to panic, but it was a losing fight.

    "S-someone help," he hissed out, flinching at how stressed his voice sounded.
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    [personal profile] recordingends 2020-05-27 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
    "Martin?"

    Panic and uncertainty threaten to crescendo as a very familiar face appears. Is it really Martin? Is it someone - something - wearing Martin's face? But his voice--it sounds like him. He doesn't want to hope. He should know better than to hope.

    Jon doesn't move, doesn't dare say anything else as his mind wars with what he knows and what he Knows. It's Martin. It must be Martin.

    "I--I woke up here. I--is it really you?"
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    [personal profile] defaulthawke 2020-05-27 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
    Garrett buries his nose into Barry's throat, dragging nose and fangs over the sweat-damp skin, smelling and threatening with delicately pointed teeth in equal measure. Maker, all Garrett wants to do is bite him- kiss him, but these fucking fangs mean he can't, not without hurting Barry. It's so hard not to give in to his desire that he shakes with it.

    "Barry, you're driving me mad," he groans softly, hands clenching and flexing in Barry's shirt as he wars with himself. His claws catch the fabric, but he doesn't even notice. "We've got to get to the suite. I don't- want to do this- in public."

    He does. He really, really does. The savage instincts roaring in his breast want nothing more than to stake his claim where everyone can see- but the lucid part of him still yelling in the back of his mind knows that Barry wouldn't want this. Maybe while addled, sure, but later he would be horrified. Garrett can't do that to him. This is- it should be private.

    God, it's so hard to fight.
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    [personal profile] arachnafriendly 2020-05-27 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
    "Well. Yes who else would I be?" wait. Wait. "Oh! Well I mean I'm not Not-Sasha."

    Because a monster that wears the faces of their friends would admit to not being a monster that wears the faces of their friends. Sometimes he knows he says things and it comes out as daft, but it's not really... some days it's hard to be in the business of paranormal research.

    "Is your hair longer?" Martin knows he should be more concerned about other things, but it comes out confused, worried, and a little fond. Little fond. Very little.

    What did Jon know? Why are they both here? Where were they? Except he's focused on Jon. On his physical presence because the last year he spiraled down into a never-ending journey of madness. His paranoia had Martin worried on a near-daily basis.

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    [personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2020-05-27 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
    "W-we have to walk," Barry mumbles, dizzy with Garrett's scent, but with the fever, too, losing more of his senses to an ever rising cloud of want and need. The near pinpricks of teeth along his throat are making him insane, his need to be bitten just as strong as Garrett's need to clamp down, and he knows that if he runs they have a good chance of getting stuck half-phased through a wall.

    "Can't run," he says, pushing his face more insistently into Garrett's throat, chasing that heady scent of earth and sex and Alpha. Barry whines again, high and embarrassing. "Need you, Garrett."
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    arrival

    [personal profile] unpragmatic 2020-05-27 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
    Anakin, who learned from Obi-Wan that bars and cantinas, especially seedy ones, are good places for information, comes to this bar somewhat regularly. He's encountered newcomers here several times, though as far as getting actual information goes, he usually comes up short. He doesn't drink much or often, prefering not only to keep his faculties about him but to not risk being drugged again. He hasn't had anything to drink this evening.

    He feels Luke before he sees him. Of course he can't recognise him as familiar, since they've never met; Anakin is on the edge of becoming the only version of himself Luke will get to know, but he is not yet that far gone. But he recognises that connection to the Force, especially one so strong. There are several very strong Force users here, but this one is different.

    He follows that feeling to the bar's entrance in time to hear Luke's words.

    "Mos Eisley?" he repeats, surprised. "I wouldn't have expected to find anyone here who'd ever heard of such a place." Who is this young man, obviously a Jedi, who knows anything about suck a backwater planet as Tatooine?

    [ooc: HELLO FUTURE CHILD, please don't tell your dad he's evil yet ]
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    [personal profile] defaulthawke 2020-05-27 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
    "You can't get us to the hotel?" he asks half-desperately, pulling back just enough to grit his teeth against the raw need. "Then we can run to the elevator. I can't- fuck, Barry, I don't want to lose it in the street."

    Yeah, they could walk, but seeing as neither of them seem to be detaching from one another, the odd of that working seem... slim. Another growl escapes him, low and frustrated, and with an almighty surge of effort he pulls back.

    "Not here," comes a breathless growl. "They don't deserve to see how you look when you're-"

    No, no no no, bad train of thought. He clamps his jaws shut, sweeps Barry into his arms, and takes off at an inhuman speed.
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    [personal profile] recordingends 2020-05-27 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
    His paranoia isn't gone, necessarily, but he has managed to curb it. Or focus it. Jon looks tired and ruffled, maybe a little more gaunt than Martin remembers. Just a little. He touches his hair and suddenly finds himself wondering what Martin remembers.

    "A little," he says of his hair, mostly just taking in the worried look on Martin's face. He's seen so little of Martin in the last few months, and every time he tries to talk to him he just--pulls away. Disappears.

    Jon's shoulders slump and he looks a bit lost.

    "I--I'm really glad to see you," he confesses. They can deal with the rest later. He just needs to say that.
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    poe dameron | star wars crau | ota / cw: body horror, a/b/o stuff

    [personal profile] followhim 2020-05-27 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
    a) maze of mirrors
    [ the prepping for the carnival solidifies that he had been here after all. it truly must be an annual occurrence. he doesn't remember most of the year included in annual, but what is the passage of time really? poe's given up on it.

    he remembers the funhouse, too. seeing some nightmarish version of himself in the funhouse and being promptly traumatized by it. but something in him (his dumbass gene?) has him heading in the direction of it and going inside, like maybe it'll be different this time. (maybe he'll be strong enough this time.)

    surprisingly, it is different. his reflection stays the same. but as soon as he gets the confirmation on that and is ready to turn around, he can't find his way out. HOW?? he took literally like one step inside.

    but it doesn't matter. that line of thought doesn't matter. the longer he wanders around frustrated, the deeper in his own head he gets with thinking of the ways he deserves to be here in hell. every single awful thing he's done. it didn't just start with the time he became a vampire. every single fuck up, every single disappointment feels like something sharp and jagged ripping its way through him.

    he almost gets frustrated enough to kick in a mirror, but thinks better of it. uses his elf vampire eyes to notice glass on the ground. and mutters, mostly to himself ]


    How many people broke these already?


    b) something in the air (/monster smash)

    [ it's like something out of his nightmares at first. enough so that he isn't so sure he's not just… having nightmares again. his fangs won't retract. the rest of his teeth are sharper, too. he can almost put that aside. almost ignore it as #justhellthings (which probably says a lot for how low his bar is currently set.) but it doesn't stop there. while he's trying to investigate that whole Situation in the mirror, he notices his eyes have gone black, sclera and all. he still looks pale like he hasn't eaten, but maybe that's because he's so hungry. could he still be starving from his time in the asylum??? it doesn't seem likely, but sure, maybe. he can't spend a lot of time thinking about it while he feels like he's going feral. (again. will he ever stop being feral? only time will tell…)

    the most urgent, if not most important, thing running through his mind is how hot he feels. is this a fever? he doesn't even remember how fevers are supposed to feel, but he feels like he's five seconds from spontaneously combusting.

    he doesn't even do the math for what the underlying cause might be until he sort of mindlessly wanders to the club. and it's not until he sees other people in various states of getting nasty that he's like "oh shit, i want to go there."

    that was what was inside him prickling under his skin, a sensation almost alive. he was familiar with thriving on pure instinct, especially when reverting into vampire lizard brain, but this feeling was different. (horniness. it's horniness.)

    poe wanted, his brain spelled in very simple terms for him, to be fucked. here in the club, it was all he could think about. (being surrounded by the scent of it didn't help… wait.) but not his normal flavor of sex. right here, right now, all he could think about was being filled. claimed. bred? like some kind of animal. he felt like an animal, still unable to reactivate his lone brain cell for normal person functions.

    it's only when he can feel himself getting wet in the wrong place that he realizes what this is. this is not his first a/b/o rodeo. BUT IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS WAY. he's supposed to be the other one?? he'd hope nobody would find him and give him an omega promposal if he weren't wishing with every fiber of his being that they would.

    after some time skulking around the club like he's in his own "don't be suspicious" tiktok, he decides maybe he'll just take over one of the private rooms and wait to die. even though it clearly smells like an Extreme Omega Situation on the other side of the door, if anybody tries to knock or anything of the sort they'll get a good old ]


    Somebody's in here!!

    [ yep. somebody. just the one. ]

    c) wildcard

    [ if you wanna write something else, just lmk! :> [plurk.com profile] ruthnor ]
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    [personal profile] faithfulson 2020-05-27 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
    He picked up on the sensation of someone Force sensitive approaching, somehow both familiar and different at the same time. It was strange enough to cause a slight frown to crease his expression as he turned around, peering curiously at the stranger that approached. He didn't recognize him, but it almost hurt to look at him, a feeling of familiarity that he couldn't quite shake.

    It was a moment before he set it aside, instead offering a weak attempt at a smile.

    "I used to live in the Anchorhead region," he explained.
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    [personal profile] arachnafriendly 2020-05-27 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
    "You look-" Terrible. "Have you been sleeping?"

    Martin relaxes, not a lot but enough to be noticeable as he rubs his face. There's so much he hasn't been able to ask, so much he doesn't know and after the meeting in Elias' office...

    "I'm glad to see you too." He smiles. "Why don't I get some tea we can sit and just. Talk. We could talk."