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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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  • conjobs: (01)

    [personal profile] conjobs 2020-05-26 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
    Yes, that's exactly what he needs right now, someone questioning his magic. He stops dead in his tracks, clenching his teeth. Who the fuck does she think she is?

    "Oh well I'm sure your way was the right way all along!" he says in that awfully sarcastic chippy tone of voice that's meant to annoy her more than appease her, with a smile that bites.

    "Here, you can stay here and shoot everything." He's not staying. He needs to get out.
    middlefinger: (Maybe you'll get what)

    cw: gun violence, wynonna being...wynonna

    [personal profile] middlefinger 2020-05-26 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
    She's Wynonna Fucking Earp, who she's always been. Warts and all. Mostly warts, honestly. And questioning shit is kind of her deal. She doesn't trust easily. There's really only one person she trusts, and Waverly isn't in this realm. Which is for the best.

    She doesn't deserve this.

    Wynonna does. Wynonna is a sinner. A killer. A fornicator. Every bad thing she's ever been called is absolutely true.

    Ugh. It's fine for her to be a brat but when someone dishes it back out to her? She really, really can't stand that.

    "Maybe I will."

    And maybe it's petty, maybe it's stupid, maybe it's angry, she's so sick of people looking down on her, talking down to her, and she's just doesn't give a shit anymore. She grabs Peacemaker from it's holster, aiming it at the mirror, not at her own reflection, but his. The somehow even snottier looking one that keeps leading them around. She takes the headshot, like she always does, shattering the mirror as the bullet imbeds itself into the wood.

    "Good luck."
    silverkitsune: (how your savior has abandoned you)

    [personal profile] silverkitsune 2020-05-26 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
    [The grin that meets Ganymede as he looks back over his shoulder is a bit sharper than usual but certainly no less pleased. The blond explicitly asking to go to a room with him is music to his pointed white ears.

    (There's a tickle somewhere in the back of his mind, the memory of the petite blond confessing "I've never had sex with somebody before", and ordinarily that might give him at least a moment's pause. Except this time he has permission, doesn't he? And Ganymede's already melting in his arms, and he smells so fucking good.]


    Make you wait? Perish the thought.

    [Call it a flair for the dramatic, maybe--when Mitsuhide shifts his hold on the blond just enough to scoop Ganymede up in his arms, it's simply because it seems the most expedient way of getting what he wants. And keeping what he wants out of anyone else's hands while he's at it.

    Mine.]


    You'd better hold onto me.

    [...because it's crowded in here, of course, and not just because he likes the idea of Ganymede clinging to him. Surely not.]
    conjobs: (68)

    and other stuff

    [personal profile] conjobs 2020-05-26 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
    He jumps when the shot rings out. For someone who's been around violence all his life, so intimately familiar with the sins of his father, the smell of his own flesh burning one snuffed out cigarette at a time, the feel of knife and glass and needles piercing through his own skin, he's never been shown the mercy of the kind that's as swift and fatal as a gun.

    The man in the mirror still craves it, from time to time. Just a little burn. A little nick. Some small bruise he can keep for a few days as a temporary memento. Just so he knows someone cared about him enough to hurt him, unjustified and misdirected as that anger might have been.

    Man in the mirror.

    "...we're going the wrong way." Mirror image. Stage right, and all that. He's been trolling himself the entire time. Don't hold your breath but the Village Idiot of the Year award is being handed out at the exit.

    He starts in the opposite direction, chiding himself. Should have trusted his instincts from the start. If she's not following he'll reach to try and grab her arm and start moving briskly. The one that isn't holding her gun. Right, right, left, right, straight, 180 and one final right later, and there's chalk on the floor where he drew the entrance arrow, a few metres away from the door.

    Johnny C you might have almost pissed your pants but you've still got it.
    middlefinger: (queen takes jack)

    [personal profile] middlefinger 2020-05-26 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
    Wynonna's troubles all started at the barrel of gun, or maybe earlier. Her daddy was a nasty drunk, but he didn't really care about her. Willa was is soldier. Waverly was the bastard child of an affair. Wynonna was just....Wynonna. Her mother would take her out to mountains and force her learn to survive or die. No one ever hit or cut her, no one places burns into her skins, but they fucked her up all the same. From day one she was taught not to trust. Her mom left. (Sure, she knows the full story now, Michelle Earp was trying to protect them from a demon, tell that to teenage Wynonna who had to lie about their mother who was locked away). She killed her own father. It was an accident, or maybe it wasn't. Maybe a part of her had wanted the piece of shit that was Ward Earp to die, even at age twelve.

    It got uglier after that, the hospitals, the foster homes, how she got tossed from place to place, never being good enough, often blamed for things out of her control, things adult set her up to fail at. She left for a long time....but when she held Peacemaker again as an adult it just felt right like she was always meant to do it.

    And as much as she fucks up sometimes still, her instincts when she's holding Peacemaker rarely strike wrong. She can't tell you why exactly she decided to go after his reflection suddenly instead of her own, she just did. And so yeah, she barrels into everything, but she often barrels out too. It reminds her alive. That adrenaline rush that she needs as much as she needs whiskey and sex to survive.

    Something seems to click after the gunshot and she's pulled along the halls, but honestly, he doesn't have to tug hard. They may have pissed and moaned the whole time, but one probably wouldn't have found the way out without the other. Peacemaker is secured away in it's holster and they find the entrance, his chalk finally leading the way back.

    "It worked." Her shot. His chalk. Everything. The anger is still there, but she can already feel it begin to dissipate, to settle down when it normally lies. For all her sour expressions before, a bit of a grin tugs at her lips now.
    silverkitsune: (the doctor tells me)

    [personal profile] silverkitsune 2020-05-26 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
    [Oh, that little shiver was delightful to watch. It's Spike's lucky day, apparently--Mitsuhide's golden eyes are very much trained on him right now, and not just because of the big, beautiful feathered wings. That flimsy excuse for a shirt is rather interesting too, isn't it?

    Normally he doesn't think of Spike like this, doesn't look at him like this. He views the other man as more of a friendly acquaintance, an equal. ('Friend' would be a bit of a stretch; Mitsuhide isn't good at friends.) But right now he's not even really thinking of him as Spike.

    No, he's focused almost entirely on his senses. The feel of the feathers under his claws. That smell (why does Spike smell so damned good?). The heat under his own skin.

    The claws of the other hand extend to--very carefully--pick at the scant threads of the shirt across Spike's abdomen, the tips slipping through the material to scratch ever-so-lightly at skin. He smirks right back, fangs peeking out as he does so.]


    Naughty, then? I'm afraid the wings and the very pretty halo above your head strongly suggest otherwise. I might need to see some proof.
    hijo: (06)

    Maze of Mirrors

    [personal profile] hijo 2020-05-26 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
    He thought he saw her, but he couldn't be sure. He's seeing a lot of strange shit in these mirrors. Actually he's had such a trippy day, he can't help but think that Klaus might have laced last night's pizza with some extra toppings and conveniently forgot to mention it when Diego wolved down the last slice.

    He's definitely sure it's her once she starts screaming and breaking the mirrors though, and he runs over as best he can without running face first into his own reflection or their mother calling out to him.

    "Vanya!" Of all her siblings, Diego is arguably the coldest one towards her. The passing of time between them hadn't translated to water gushing under the bridge. And yet, when she's hurt, he comes rushing to her side. Fuck that's a lot of blood.

    It's fine if she hates him. It's fine if she wants to fight. He crouches down and tries to hold her before she hurts herself even more.
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    [personal profile] conjobs 2020-05-26 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
    Maybe one day they'll find that they're not all that different, that damaged goods either stay lonesome islands and drown their own sorrows until they can't hurt themselves and the people around them anymore, or they find each other and begrudgingly communicate over grunts and glares until they start to accept that these inflicted pains don't have to define them anymore. Maybe something more authentic over a glass of whiskey, and only what they're willing to share, instead of whatever it is that place is forcing out of them.

    But. That day's not going to be today. John is trying his best not to look too excited even though his heart is pounding in his ears. Mostly he's just relieved. He's going to hang around and smoke another cigarette before heading back to the hotel. Hide away for a few hours. Grab a drink, or two. Just a beer, for now. Maybe seek out some familiar company before showing his face where he's expected for a few minutes of the evening. Who knows, he might even be able to muster up the courage to cast a hex on the door, discourage other people from going in there.

    Or turn everyone who happens to still be inside into walruses. Such is the volatility of his magic, for now.

    "Yeah. That's the scenic route to the hotel," John gestures with a jerk of his head. Unless she wants to walk through the carnival construction site and incite the ire of the guards and slavedrivers there. He's been hanging around for a year or so; he knows his way around.
    defaulthawke: (= badass)

    Garrett Hawke | Dragon Age | OTA

    [personal profile] defaulthawke 2020-05-26 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
    Something in the Work: (building and transformation, CW body horror)

    It’s been going on for days now- the ache. His hands. His feet hurt, his skin itches, he’s got a terrible toothache, or what feels like six of them. Mostly Garrett’s been working fast enough to satisfy the demons, but he’s distracted by the strange sensations all over his body. He can’t walk and move the way he normally does due to whatever’s going on with his feet, and at some point his grip slips on a rather large piece of debris. Rather than let him endanger everyone, the demons send him over to get some food and water, and take a rest.

    Some demon shoves a sandwich at him, but Garrett ignores it. He’s hunched over in a folding chair, staring at his shaking hands with a look of horror. The pain has built to the point that he can’t cope with it anymore, for all his strength and his experience in battle, and he’s biting back sounds of agony. There’s something horrible happening to his fingers- the nails are starting to… bulge. They’re bulging, coming loose, as something threatens to erupt from the skin beneath, a cruel point piercing through and making him bleed.

    At various other points in the day, he can also be found pressing a hand to his cheek, wincing from pain, or staring into a mirror in a hallway of the hotel, watching in horror as certain of his teeth fall out- replaced with massive, cruel fangs.

    Monster Smash: (CW for a/b/o bullshit, smut, almost guaranteed biting and blood)

    So… once his fingernails have fallen out in favor of the talons erupting from his fingers (matched by claws on his feet, and thick pads that let him run around barefoot), and some of his teeth have been painfully shoved out by massive fangs, and he’s gone way too hairy, and his eyes look different, Garrett decides it’s a fantastic idea to go to the sex club.

    He has a great time, but feels himself getting… a bit odd. The low-level horniness that always comes with the succubus-perfumed air hits different, filling him with a restless, almost aggressive desire that itches under his skin like something between arousal and blood-thirst. It takes him a while to recognize it for what it is- and memories come flooding back of that time in Zhautas, when they were all seized with this sort of madness.

    He needs to breed. The instincts get him moving, wandering the streets, the halls of the hotel, or even prowling the club for a mate.

    When he finds someone, Garrett’s reaction is immediate: getting between them and whoever they might be talking to (or dancing with) with an animalistic snarl, overcome with possessive desire. If the person in question is an omega in heat, he'll go as far as pushing them against a wall and crowding them, a low rumbling growl rising at the intoxicating scent clouding his mind.


    [ooc: yes, I’m going with a Teen Wolf take on werewolves. Don’t @ me. Differences: under normal circumstances Garrett has shoulder-length hair, which is still a thing. The werewolf muttonchops are a lot thicker, his fangs are longer and he has like... four more of them than in that picture. His eyes are the wolf thing linked up higher.]


    Closed to Barry: (CW for smut. probably almost immediately. This is an Extreme Thirst.)

    where are you?
    Edited 2020-05-27 01:06 (UTC)
    middlefinger: (She knows the human heart)

    [personal profile] middlefinger 2020-05-26 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
    She can't blame him for wanting another cigareette -- Wynonna isn't generally a smoker (she doesn't like how it makes her hair smell), but she partakes from time to time, and after that whole shit show she could definitely use something to take the edge off. Which is why she asks.

    "Can I bum one off you?"

    Then she can head back, drown her sorrows in whiskey, maybe find someone to lose herself in for the evening, It's as good of a plan as any, one that has served her plenty of times before. And sure, she feels a little more hollow doing it these days -- but that's par for the course.

    Some holes can't be filled, no matter how hard you try.

    She takes note, nodding. "Good to know, I already got a nasty beating the other day from thsoe assholes, I'd rather not repeat the experience."

    Of course...she had been asking for it a little, mouthing off and refusing the way she did, but she wouldn't be Wynonna if she let things be easy.
    pococurante: (peer down)

    [personal profile] pococurante 2020-05-26 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
    [ They've chatted a few times, and Spike usually likes Mitsuhide well enough. He's good in a fight, he knows that much. But he's not thinking about fighting right now. Well. Not just fighting. Getting pinned to the ground, maybe. Feeling those claws and fangs.

    Spike shifts a little as an unfamiliar sensation starts to collect around his ass. It's... damp. But he's not going to think about that at the moment. Nothing could tear him away as Mitsuhide starts to delicately trail his claws across the mesh on his abdomen. His stomach flexes, muscles highlighted by the fabric. ]


    Yeah?

    [ He cants his hips toward Mitsuhide. And then nonchalantly lifts a hand to run it through his bushy hair. This, coincidentally, shows off his biceps pretty good. When he lowers his hand, his fingertips come to rest on Mitsuhide's wrist, then trail up his arm. One wing extends to curl around them both, obscuring them from view. ]

    How should I do that?
    noassgardian: (pic#13099864)

    [personal profile] noassgardian 2020-05-26 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
    He lets John push his hand down between his legs again and doesn't hesitate to curl his fingers around his cock. He jerks him off, firm and steady motions as his teeth sink in along his neck again.

    "That's the plan," he reassures, part of him loving the way John seems so desperate for him right now, so eager. Like he'll die if he doesn't get fucked.

    All he can think about is fucking John, too. Until he's spent and begging for a break, until he can't even move. His free hand shoves at John's thigh to spread his legs wider as he settles between them, pushes forward to grind against him teasingly.

    "You're soaked..." And part of Billy's brain registers that's not normal, but most every other instinct tells him to forget it and just take what he wants anyway.
    noassgardian: (b | yeah yeah)

    [personal profile] noassgardian 2020-05-26 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
    "What are you talking about?" He moves closer and reaches out carefully to rest a hand on Setsuna's shoulder, trying to give some sort of comfort.

    "I don't know what you mean, Sets... How did you fuck yourself up?"
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    [personal profile] conjobs 2020-05-26 09:48 am (UTC)(link)
    Ordinarily John might have told her to fuck off, but he would have liked to be given one, in her shoes, and he doesn't want things to get even more awkward with Homelander. He taps two cigarette sticks out of the pack, one he plucks out for himself and the other he offers to her.

    His gaze softens at the mention of what she's already endured, but he doesn't offer her any comfort. He just flicks the lid of his zippo open and lights her cigarette for her before getting his own. Last time the carnival rolled around he got locked in a box with an electrified barbed wire floor. He's still got the scars on his feet and ankles to prove it.

    "Do yourself a favour and stay indoors." Blowing smoke to the sky, he lowers his head and rubs his eyes tiredly before bringing the cigarette back between his lips. They'll still get to her in the hotel, drag her out and have their fun. But at least she's not out and about actively courting disaster.
    nottheonlytraveler: (It just gets sold for parts)

    [personal profile] nottheonlytraveler 2020-05-26 11:44 am (UTC)(link)
    [Dean is struggling with why Hell would want anything to do with Velma. Resourceful, intelligent, and kind, as well as part of the Scooby gang, she's always been one of Dean's heroes growing up, taking comfort in the episodes of Scooby Doo he could find on shitty motel televisions.

    And he still remembers all too well the way she'd freaked out with the rest of the gang when he and Sam had to explain the supernatural to them when they'd gotten sucked into an episode of Scooby Doo.

    So this is...going to be A Lot, he suspects. He manages a nod, though he can't bring himself to smile. He's absolutely prepared to die for Velma if it means getting her the hell out of Hell.]


    Well, uh. Hope you don't have high expectations of this place; it isn't kidding around. This place sucks. This is Hell, or a version of it, at least. People suffer here, in all kinds of ways. Just the other month, some people got dragged away to an asylum against their will, and those of us left behind had to fight through monsters to get them out.

    [If Velma is hoping for a reassuring and rational explanation, well. She's come to the wrong guy.]
    jelliclerats: commissioned; please dns (hair down; full face; smiling)

    [personal profile] jelliclerats 2020-05-26 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Anyone from Nezumi's world would take a look at the scene and know that this is an elaborate trick. He plans to lead the poor, unsuspecting fool to the back and then torture him for information. That's the only possible explanation for why Nezumi would allow himself to be collared.

    Not tonight. Tonight, he runs a finger over the collar and feels a thrill of excitement run through his veins. Mine, Sougo claims, and greedily, Nezumi wants more. ]


    What if I don't?

    [ The words are practically a purr as the color dances throughout the wings, as alive and vibrant as the night. It isn't a refusal so much as an invitation. Words are cheap and easily burnt; he knows it better than most. Nezumi craves to be claimed as strong as Sougo craves to be claimed, and only playing around with words isn't going to be enough to sate it. Even the collar is one step toward sating it. ]
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    [personal profile] conjobs 2020-05-26 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
    "Yesss- nnh- yes." Oh that's good. Fuck that's good. John fucks that hand shamelessly, keen and dirty noises accentuating the end of every thrust as precum spills over Billy's fingers. He thinks he could cum already, just squirming and moving his hips.

    He tries to move back against Billy but the angle doesn't work, and all he can do is get Billy wet as he tries in vain to get fucked. A frustrated whine rumbles up his throat as he tries to slide a hand down over the side of his groin. He could almost finger himself like this, but it wouldn't be nearly as satisfying as getting fucked.

    His hand smoothes along the length of his inner thigh and then around, under his knee. Fingers dig into the soft, fleshy spot as he holds his leg spread, silently begging for Billy to put it in already.
    miniaturegarden: commissioned; please dns (very large smile)

    [personal profile] miniaturegarden 2020-05-26 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Ganymede isn't sure what he would do it Mitsuhide stopped now. The heat is all-consuming, and he's already turning himself over, heart, body, and soul. This isn't surrender or an agreement; it's a plea.

    Claim me.

    His nerves dance with delight when the fox sweeps him into his arms, and Ganymede laughs in a way he hasn't laughed in a very, very long time.

    With minimal prompting, slender arms wrap around Mitsuhide's neck, and he buries his face into the man's chest, breathing in a scent that is unique to the fox. ]


    I like the way you smell.

    [ He clings, arms tight and trusting.

    Yours.]
    complexities: (the monster has been me)

    [personal profile] complexities 2020-05-26 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
    He doesn't look the same in the reflection. Elektra wonders who is to blame for that. Is it the lighting? Her fragmented mind? The mirrors? She can't bring herself to care. Reality has been a surreal experience between her deaths, poisonings, and general mental health issues she's in no rush to ever resolve. It's actually comforting he's off in some way. This might actually be real.

    Matt fits against her the way he is supposed to. The heavy thing wrapped around her heart, threatening to pull her back to that dark void is loosening. She does find him a little annoying even while wanting Matt so deeply and earnestly. She's been cut into so many times, but the glasses against her cheek? Still irritating. "You could at least take them off." Elektra complains without moving an inch. It's getting easier to breathe even with that bothering her. Why mess with a good thing?
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    middlefinger: (I told you from the start)

    [personal profile] middlefinger 2020-05-26 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
    Things are already complicated enough when it comes to her and Homelander if she can make...some semblance of peace of with John it would probably be a good thing. It's a little easier to think clearly now that she's outside of that fucking miserable maze. Not that she....apologizes for any of her behavior inside of it. It takes a lot to get Wynonna to apologize, most of the time she'd dig her heels in before admitting maybe she was wrong.

    She's glad, honestly, when he doesn't offer sympathy. She doesn't want it. Sure, what she went through sucked and she still has the wounds to prove it, but she doesn't do well with sympathy or even worse, pity. Maybe eventually she'll learn this is someplace where she's going to have to pick her battles, that her generally fuck you attitude is only going to make her suffer more in the end.

    Maybe.

    "You sound like you've been here a while," She comments idly as she takes an inhale from her cigarette. When was the last time she actually smoked. Probably sometime after sex with Doc, before Alice was born --

    And she definitely doesn't want to think about any of that.

    "I didn't get a choice that time," She says instead. "They decided it was my turn to help set up -- and as you may have just learned, I'm not the most cooperative person."
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    [personal profile] sadoslash 2020-05-26 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Oh, Sougo's smirk darkens -- sadistic impulses alight. It's a challenge, and Sougo never backs down from a challenge. ]

    Then I'll make you scream it out.

    [ His arm hooks around Nezumi's petite waist. The wings make it a bit more cumbersome than it would have been normally, but he does manage to hold Nezumi in place as he gets off of the stool himself -- intent to never break the closeness, fully planning to carry him to one of those rooms. Of course, with Nezumi's legs wrapped around his hips, the heat of him is nearly intoxicating. Sougo's own arousal burns deep in his core and there's little the flimsy silk of his kimono does to hide it.

    But he doesn't even care to hide it. He wants the world to know he wants Nezumi -- that he's the one who will take him.

    Sougo tugs a little on the leash with his free hand to pull them close again, kissing Nezumi with a hunger to taste him, to have him. His tongue probes his mouth as he leads the way to their destination -- shoving anyone aside who might have blocked the path to the room (his newfound tail seems to come in handy for this).

    And finally when they have their privacy, Sougo kicks the door closed behind him -- leaning back against it so he could further indulge the kiss, his groin pressing and rubbing against Nezumi's, bringing about the most delightful friction. ]
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    [personal profile] blindninja 2020-05-26 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
    Yeah his hair is pretty different. His physique too. He purses his lips in a way that almost looks like a pout before he lifts one hand away from her abdomen to take his glasses off, dropping them somewhere beyond where the edge of the mirror ends. There's fewer lines on his face. A softness to his eyes. Years that haven't passed and mistakes he hasn't made not yet etched on his face.

    "What did you get yourself into this time?" he chides without judgement as he rests his chin on her shoulder, the way she would remember summer love on campus through her very own rose-tinted lens.

    It's admittedly a bit of a leading question. She's free to object. After all, maybe before, he could have still helped her. But it's a little bit much, asking him to save her from perdition. Such a long and dirty list of sins. Not even the Devil she loves can match it.
    jelliclerats: (against the wall; tired)

    [personal profile] jelliclerats 2020-05-26 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
    "Nnn..."

    His body is doubled over as another wing slices through his skin. The colors dance beneath the blood that covers the surface, hinting that there's beauty beneath the carnage.

    "It seems... my body wouldn't be... satisfies just carrying an insect."

    It hurts. God, it hurts, and it shows by the strain in his voice. His back is a litany of pain, and Nezumi doesn't know how long it's going to last.

    His next words, if there are any, are broken by his scream.
    jelliclerats: (dirt on face; wiping face)

    [personal profile] jelliclerats 2020-05-26 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Not fast enough. ]

    Nnn..

    [ Nezumi tries to push himself up, but the pain is too great. The cloth rips, the colorful wings poking through though it also reveals the carnage beneath. ]

    It looks...like... I've earned my wings.

    [ While he tries to joke, it really does hurt. ]
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    [personal profile] conjobs 2020-05-26 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
    "Mm." He was already broken when he got here, so there wasn't too much extra work to do to take him the rest of the way. He's still stubborn, yes, and resistant, but he's always tried to take everything in his stride. These days he just drinks and wallows, goes along with it. Hopes for the best and expects nothing good to come of anything.

    That's how he's getting out of this place. With a stifling sense of apathy and maybe a touch of old magic.

    "Better here than. Hurting people. Somewhere else," he hears himself say, staring off into the distance at nothing in particular. This may not be the version of hell he knows, but. He's kidding himself if he thinks he hasn't earned any of this.