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Kingdom Comes Mods ([personal profile] loveskulls) wrote in [community profile] kingdomcomesooc2017-03-27 01:21 am
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TEST DRIVE MEME: ONE





SCENARIO ONE:
Whether you're an Apprentice, a Guard or one the free, liberated and extremely poor Outliers, it's always fun to browse the markets. They begin early in the morning, when the air is crisp and the birds are singing and the sky is still pastel purples and pinks.

Soon, mighty stalls and banners are erected in the center of the village. What was once a bare circle of ground is now a bustling, circular shaped market. Perfect for wandering. Suddenly the coins in your pocket are starting to feel heavier and the scents and sounds lead to temptation.

Wondrous aromas may lead you to the bakery, where a woman entirely clad in leather BDSM is offering free "fuck cakes" specifically in "BDSM flavour". If she's not tempting enough, the smell certainly is. She'll look you up and down, ask if you're suuuure you want to try and possibly try to tempt you with another cake. Vanilla missionary sponge, maybe? Sugar daddy cakepops? Red bloodplay velvet? Maybe she nails your kink in one, maybe she misses it entirely. Maybe her insistence that you should stick to vanilla makes you try a chocolate donut (there's nothing weird about them, they're just donuts).

When you've sampled your treat, she waits a long moment before reminding you of the sign behind her that reads: "FUCK CAKES. CAKES THAT MAKE YOU WANT TO FUCK. WE KNOW. WE'RE WORKING ON A SLOGAN." There's a sign under it that reads: "HIRING: COPYWRITER."

Yes, indeed. Even a sample inspires the most intense urge to practice the alleged sexual act. The fantasy is gripping, it tingles down your spine and makes your belly ache with need. Whether you can resist is up to you. Whether you buy a whole slice is also up to you.

SCENARIO TWO:
A feast followed by a dance followed by an orgy is a Tuesday evening for The Mistress. Commonplace. Dull. Even the horniest of diplomats had begun to find them quite bland. That is, until the promise of new, exciting guests from worlds and universes you've never heard of had become more than just rumors. How droll! How quaint!

The diplomats are excited by anything new, and so the gifts flood in. Everyone has been provided with a new outfit for the dance, and everyone believes it is a dance. Your outfits are revealing, but luxurious and beautiful and suspiciously well fitted. You're told that you can expect all eyes on you, you're told that the feast and dance will be quite an occasion, you haven't been told an orgy will begin.

The signs are subtle. The incense is muskier, the lights are dimmed. You look to your right, a woman is shirtless. You look to your left, people are making out. Suddenly there's hand stuff. Suddenly it's like they aren't even trying to hide it anymore.

You can join in. You can stay frozen in the spot. You can slink outside and get some air. Nobody is holding you anywhere (but they'd like to).

SCENARIO THREE:
You've managed to piss a wizard off. Whether it was a mistake in the marketplace or an ill encounter in the forests, you've gone and done it. They've transformed you into something. A frog, a goat, WWE Champion The Undertaker. Whatever. You think it was unjustified, but at least you can still talk.

When the wizard departs, they do so with a cackle and a mutter. "Good luck finding someone to kiss you now" they say, and you can only assume this means they've put a curse on you that will be broken by a kiss. Luckily for you, it isn't true love's first kiss or you'd be boned.

Now it's up to you to wander into town, get someone to listen to you and convince them to kiss you. You have ten hours until it's permanent, good luck.

SCENARIO FOUR:
Get creative! Take a look at the info pages and make something up! The mods are here with notepads, waiting to steal your ideas.

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Porrim Maryam | Homestuck | The Games CRAU

[personal profile] fusshionable 2017-03-26 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
ONE

[When you've lived in the Capitol of Panem your whole life, there's not a lot of drugs or other questionable substances that haven't come across your radar at least once. Capitolites know how to have a good time, and that includes eating and/or drinking things that make you behave in ways you normally wouldn't.

Unless you're Porrim Maryam, in which case you just have an excuse to be slutty and not be guilted about it. Which, she's realizing, makes this the perfect place for her, judging from what she's seen so far.

She accepts one of the so-called fuck cakes, smirking as the merchant explains just what it does, and then takes a big bite. Here goes nothing.

Being a modern woman with equally modern sensibilities, she doesn't find it at all difficult to approach a viable partner, flipping her glossy ponytail over one shoulder as she eyes you up and down.]


Hi there. So, I just ate a cake that makes me want to fuck in public. What do you say?
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one, not sorry

[personal profile] elcancer 2017-03-27 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Wade has been milling around the bakery since they shooed him off for taking too many free samples. Did he buy anything? No. Did we want to? Yes. Was he going to steal some shit later like some literal Red-Robbing Hood and then try to make it up to the poor, humble Fuck Bakery owners by baking everything from scratch and returning it?

Yeah, probably.

As it stands, he's just leaning against the fountain, still in his day-to-day suit with his mask pulled up to his nose as he devours yet another free sample with as many sweet nothings murmured as he can manage with his mouth full. It's not a pretty sight when he glances up to see Porrim, and he tilts his head as if that will ensure he heard correctly.

He retorts, through cake:]
Uh've been uh vurybdd boy? [He swallows.] Hey- it works- Wait, is it Christmas?
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i'm not either omg

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Nepeta Leijon | Homestuck

[personal profile] bloodpainter 2017-03-26 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Two

[Nepeta's response when she was offered a new outfit had been a death glare. Maybe she'd have been willing to go along with that at Kanaya's behest, but nobody else was going to get her out of her favorite coat and into some slinky black dress.

Then the tailor, fed up with her, had done... something, she wasn't sure what but it kind of felt like the psychic powers some of her friends had. The next thing Nepeta knew she was standing in the middle of the party, with said dress on, everyone looking her over as though she was some kind of exhibit.

Naturally, she sprang away and into the crowd, scampering to find an escape. She'd reached the balcony outside by the time she realized no one was actually trying to stop her. In fact, she wasn't the only one everyone was staring at.

That roused her curiosity. Were other people in the same situation she was? Stopping her running, she decided to switch to a more stealthy approach, and snuck up towards one of the little knots of people, trying to find someone who looked like they were being stared at, rather than staring. Eventually she found someone, and crept up towards them from the side. But she still stuck out herself, so she ended up just giving people two things to stare at. Grimacing, she tried to catch the eye of the other person.
]

Um, hi. Are you... new here, too?
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[personal profile] shenunigans 2017-03-27 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dave found an out from the party with record speed. He's already leaning over the balcony, frowning over the view of the kingdom. He's honestly just glad to be out of the musky air at this point, he doesn't even know the speeds in which shit will descend down and/or hit the fan.

He might not be recognisable at first. Mostly because he's hunched over the balcony, but also because he's taller, filled out and sprouting the faintest traces of facial hair. The last he remembers, he sped everyone a thousand years into the future, mastered Snap Chat and celebrated the 20th anniversary of the Grand Birth of the Egbert.]


Yep. You can smell fresh meat a mile away because they're running a mile away from these garbage parties. [He steps back from the balcony, and he regrets it. He's wearing knee high boots, tight, red fitted pants and a vest that goes down to his ankles that doesn't clasp at the front.

The pièce de résistance is that he's shirtless, and god he is extremely aware of it.]


Hey- it's you. Furry troll. Gepetto!
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Starfire | Teen Titans (animated)

[personal profile] boundlessconfidence 2017-03-26 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Two

[Everything had been more or less fine. She wasn't sure how she'd gotten here, and that was something that, in her experience, never boded well, but the party had been, so far, pretty harmless, if kind of dull. People had been staring a bit, but when you were an alien and a superhero, you kind of got used to that.

Things had gotten stranger when people had started moving towards each other, and in some cases towards her. She'd stepped out of their way so far while she tried to figure out what was happening around her, but it felt like the whole mood of the party had started to change, and she wasn't entirely sure what was happening. Worried, she pulled back away from everyone to have a look around.

That was all she needed to figure out what was happening. As her eyes took in the sight of people disrobing each other and themselves and moving into blatant courting behavior, she knew what sort of party this was. Tamaran had them, but she'd never been involved in one due to how early in her life she'd been sent off-world. She hadn't know humans did this too. Starfire glanced around furtively as she stepped away from the groups she saw...

And backed right up into someone. She jumped and whirled around.
] Ah, I apologize! I was not looking as to where I was going. My attention, it was...

[She gestured around the room.]
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[personal profile] moonshined 2017-03-27 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Remus had merely been attempting to cross the room and get another drink without looking at anyone around him as best he could when the red-haired girl bumped into him. Now he jolts, taking a step back and holding his free hand and his empty goblet up almost defensively. The young man's face, scarred as it is, is flushed red, and he seems determined to stare at a point just above her head.]

No, no, not at all. Probably a bit my fault, too. Trying hard not to look at much of anything, yeah?

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rhys | borderlands

[personal profile] plugout 2017-03-26 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
ONE.
Uhhhh, no.

[ ... that's all he really says to, uh, that. Those cakes. Rhys is not touching that shit with a five hundred foot pole. Honestly, they... they do smell kind of good, and Rhys is at least somewhat tempted. Or... he's pretty tempted, actually. Oh, god. This is literally the worst. When the lady offers him a different one--Exhibitionism Eclair--Rhys turns bright red. ]

Nooooo no no no. No way. I'm just gonna--

[ ... obviously, she's getting annoyed, because she's five seconds away from shoving one in his hands or mouth anyway. ]

TWO.
[ Rhys isn't... even sure how he managed to get into this situation. Which... really, that happens a lot. More than he's comfortable admitting. The outfit's a little weird, and the food's pretty good, but uh. Suddenly. Wow. That's a naked woman off to his right. Heat erupts in Rhys's cheeks, and he needs to leave like five minutes ago. He stands, and he's a little wobbly.

... A lot wobbly. ]


Ooooookay it's time to go.

[ ... probably someone can stop him. Actually, it's encouraged. ]
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One - hope this is ok!

[personal profile] flowrite 2017-03-27 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh dear, she really does look annoyed. Fai has been browsing the marketplace by himself up until this point, studiously avoiding the... very poorly named stall with the very odd cakes. He's not exactly a prude about those kinds of things, but he's still a little overwhelmed about this new world and the loss of his magic and the fact that certain overbearing eyes are no longer watching him. So boning is not his number one priority right now.

But this poor blushing fellow really looks to be at a loss, so. Fai to the rescue?

The skinny blond with the impossibly cheerful smile strolls up behind Rhys, only pausing for a moment to right the horned hat that's been trying to slide off his head all afternoon, and beams at the saleswoman as he rests his hand lightly on Rhys's arm.]


Ah, there you are~! I've been looking everywhere! You shouldn't wander away, you're going to get yourself into trouble~

[He spares a smile for Rhys--one of those trust me I'm trying to save you a boatload of embarrassment right now kind of smiles--before shrugging apologetically at the saleswoman.]

I'm so sorry if he's been a pain, miss. I swear I'd lose him altogether if I didn't keep him on a leash most of the time!

it's perfect

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Wade Wilson | Deadpool

[personal profile] elcancer 2017-03-26 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
one:
The allure of a freshly baked cake is too strong for even the chaste and controlled Wade Wilson to resist. When he catches the scent in the air he sniffs hard, following his nose almost comically (read:looking like a moron) until he finds the source.

"Do you come with the cake?" He asks in a tone that suggests he know he's being cliche and disgusting simultaneously, two birds and one stone! He's the Lance Armstrong of one liners. "Seriously, though, is that red velvet-vore I see back there?" He doesn't see anything, but he looks around her anyway, just to get a good look. He sees the sign, he sees the cake in his hand aaaand...

He's pulling his mask up just over his mouth so he can eat it. And another one. And he's trying to put more into his empty holsters until the woman starts to shoo him off.

"What are you gonna do? Punish me?" I mean, really. "How long does it take to work and what happens if I already wanted that guy-" He jerks his thumb behind him at nobody in particular. "To spank me? Am I paying for the cake or the experience?"

three:
It comes as absolutely no surprise when Wade manages to piss off a wizard. They're easy targets, they have stupid robes and beards and the Dumbledore and Gandalf jokes flow as freely as the waterfall he was splashing at the elderly magic wielder.

Now, he's a hedgehog. And it's probably the cutest he's been in a long time, which is probably not what the wizard intended.

"Haha, nice try buddy. This is awesome." He declares, moving his tiny, little legs at an infuriatingly slow pace. By the time he actually gets close to the village, it's probably been ten hours. Not really. It just feels like it.

He's going to take five and chill on this rock for a moment until he hears someone approach. Quick. Act natural. Act like a hedgehog- wait, no. Don't do that. Get their attention.

"Hey- hey you-" He doesn't get the validation he wants instantly, so he raises his voice a little louder. "Hey- look- hey- Guess what, I'm horny. God damn, look! It's a visual gag- Hey, where are you going?"
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three

[personal profile] legalbatlady 2017-03-28 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
...Preeeetttttyyy sure you don't have horns. Those are spines.

[listen man mavy here is bad at jokes. but she can tell the difference between horns and spines.]

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Neji Hyuuga | Naruto

[personal profile] tuishou 2017-03-27 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
two.
[He's in a dress. He'd said no. He'd said no to the dress. And yet

here he is. Here they are. And somehow, by whatever magic this place has sprung, Neji-fucking-Hyuuga being in a dress is somehow a... relatively small. Distraction. Distraction from what, though? The Diplomatic-Mission-That-Wasn't? It'd been easy enough to make pretend that he could survive in this strange place if he put the Leaf Village first, if he just thought of this as another client-request... adventure with his team, but now

the last thing he wants to think about are familiar faces. If he's honest. Actually, that may be a lie and it isn't because he'd go and consider himself a pervert. Familiar faces can hurry up and be the second-to-last thing he wants to think about. The last-last thing the ninja wants to think about is the fact that there must be more than just his long hair that prompted the tailor to stuff him into... this. "This" encompassing the entirety of this Very Unfortunate Situation. "This" includes the dress with the high slit and low cleavage ?, the org-- the festivities going on around him, the--

the hand that has just so much as grazed his person--]
Move it or I'll break it. [That's you, by the way, being addressed by that low rumble of a growl before Neji even finishes whipping around to scowl at the... assailant. Are you innocent? Was it an accident? Better start charming your way out of this one.]

three.
[Is this surprising? He feels like it shouldn't be surprising. Somewhere deep, deep inside himself, Neji will even admit to feeling as if he-- somewhat deserved this. Not because he was in the wrong in calling out that old hag for thieving, but because someone with his intellect should to have known... well, y'know. Should have known better. Next time instead of opening his mouth, he'll first knock what suspicious stick a person's holding out of their hands and then knock their teeth out. Problem solved, yeah? Yeah, no. Before 'next time' can happen (and dreaming of sweet revenge is nice and all, but getting nowhere fast) he has to get someone to kiss him. An ass. A jackass. A literal jackass.

This isn't a joke. He takes it all back. He doesn't deserve this.

Can't he go back to war? His tail swishes irritably at his flanks and won't someone just put him out of his misery and-- clock's ticking. The sun's setting. There are flies in terrible places. There's a lone, unburdened beast of burden ambling near (but not in) the market. Gods forbid someone thinks to load something (or someone) on his back.

--oh look a... a someone who isn't carrying heavy things. That means they're safe to approach. And so approach the jackass will, because... he doesn't have a choice, does he?]
If you aren't in a rush, I'd appreciate some of your time. [Does that sound seedy? Has this hell of a place just made him suspect everything sounds seedy? His ears twitch back.] ...It's an urgent matter, so don't waste my time if you won't consider the small favor.
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three

[personal profile] shenunigans 2017-03-27 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Obviously, a lot of bizarre things have been known to happen in this place. Hell, being here at all was bizarre. A totally unwelcome vacation, it's never Disneyland or Universal Studios, it's always stupid garbage.

Dave desperately doesn't want to gel with the culture here. He stands out, even in his peasant clothes, with his aviator sunglasses fixed permanently to his face. He's also skulking on the outskirts of the market, because he seems to come across a new, traumatic thing every time he wanders in there. He's fucking hungry, though.

Maybe that's why his first thought upon seeing a talking donkey isn't something like oh shit, a talking donkey and more like I wonder how much someone would pay for a talking donkey. Probably nothing, because everything here does something it shouldn't, so he just raises a brow.]


Do I look like Shrek to you? Don't answer that. [Now he's just furrowing his brow.] If you're going to try dupe me out of my riches- don't bother. I don't have any. I've met talking animals here before, I know your modus operandi is to start shit.

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Fai D. Flourite | Tsubasa Chronicle

[personal profile] flowrite 2017-03-27 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
ONE.
[Fai really, really wishes he had his magic back right about now. Aside from the obvious, that he's over a century old and has never once been without his magic since escaping that place, there's the fact that he can't even sense magic anymore. So when he's wandering the marketplace he can't tell if any of the weapons or objects are enchanted. Can't tell if the people themselves have magic, except that some of them are wearing these silly horned hats like he is--and why won't this thing stay on his head properly? And he's pretty sure there's something fishy about the bakery. Except not actually fishy, because he hates fish. Suspicious. Sinister. Right, that's better.

...why does sinister have to smell so good, though?

He keeps gravitating toward the bakery anyway, despite his better judgment, and at some point even goes so far as to stare in confusion down at a little cake that kind of looks like a dog treat.

The saleswoman tells him the name of that particular cake. Fai turns bright red and takes a hasty step backward, accidentally ramming right into--someone.]


Oh dear, I'm so sorry!


TWO.
[New fashions are pretty much the standard deal in new worlds. Fai's been through this a time or twelve. The fact that this outfit is free is even better! And it's gorgeous.

Black isn't normally his first choice of colors, with his pale skin and blond hair and bright blue eyes, but this slinky black number somehow manages to accentuate all of his coloring to an absurd degree. The top half is tight, sleeveless mesh with a high collar, the bottom silky-soft loose trousers, see-through of course, with a thick sash of silk wrapped artfully around his slim hips to hide... surprisingly little. Just enough, thankfully.

(too bad Kuro-sama isn't here to see this)

(actually no, thank goodness Kuro-sama isn't here to see this)

Somehow he wasn't quite expecting the change in atmosphere, despite everything that's happened already. The statues. The cakes. The doorknobs. But now there's a topless woman just to his left and Fai is really beginning to question how he missed the signs. Willful ignorance, maybe. The woman sidles closer and Fai shakes his head quickly, tucking his hands behind his back so he doesn't accidentally brush anything he shouldn't.]


Ah, no, miss. Thank you, but no. You're not really my, er--

[OH LOOK AT THE TIME, WOULD YOU. THERE'S THE DOOR. If only there weren't at least seven people between him and said door.]
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Roya | Yes, Roya

[personal profile] yourfantasy 2017-03-27 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
TWO

[This certainly isn't Roya's first time at the rodeo; hell, an orgy isn't even something she bats an eye at. And while she's not certain she's pleased at being wherever she suddenly is, or that she absolutely believes that it's reality and not some extended fiction of the mind, when one is invited to a lavish party-turned-orgy, one does not simply turn down the chance.

She carries herself with utmost dignity, of course, her chin lifted high as she surveys the room almost imperiously. She's been given a gown of clingy black velvet, which suits her far better than she'd have expected, and the skirt swishes behind her as she walks, slipping through the room and observing as things begin to get a little more hot and heavy.

Eventually, she finds herself leaning against a pillar, keeping a keen eye out for either Joseph or Wylie. She doesn't know if it's even possible for either of them to be here, but if she's going to be stuck somewhere, she might as well hope she'll be stuck with her partners. She gives the occasional passerby an appraising look, and if you meet whatever criteria she seems to have in her head, you might even earn a smile.
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Remus Lupin (Marauder-era) | Harry Potter

[personal profile] moonshined 2017-03-27 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
2. [Remus Lupin is much too British for this.

He's never been good with girls. Or boys, for that matter, but that's mostly because he's 17 and still bloody well figuring out what he likes and doesn't like, but all of that is moot when you're a werewolf and convinced that means you oughtn't date anyone at all because, well, why would anyone want to?

And now, he's been...Portkeyed, it seems, into some medieval sex romp, and all poor Remus can handle is standing near the wall and nervously quaffing something strong and alcoholic from a goblet, and very pointedly looking anywhere but all the people with their hands down each others' business and mouths on each others' business. Rather too much business happening for his comfort. He doesn't even notice anyone is talking to him for a good few minutes. Is he red in the face? Yes, he's definitely red in the face.

Help him.]
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[personal profile] nobirdsallowed 2017-03-27 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Virgil has found himself standing next to a... kid? Is that a kid? Yeah, this is a kid here. Practically, anyway. He looks down at Remus, eyebrows jumping. He's got his own big honking glass of whiskey on the rocks, sipping and avoiding eye contact with everyone here. It might reflect badly on him as a dignitary to be out of the fun, but at least there's someone else not getting busy. Yet, anyway.]

[Allow him a few minutes to scratch out something on a leather noting book.]


You didn't expect the orgy either, I'm guessing?

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Virgil Alexandrescu | Original

[personal profile] nobirdsallowed 2017-03-27 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
One

It's quaint, funny, and embarrassing to see the cakes all at once. Maybe no one will see him take one, and maybe the woman handing them out won't get it if he doesn't say anything. Easy enough to avoid conversation, since he can't speak in the first place. So the young man will take a bdsm cake as discreetly as possible, taking a casual bite and beginning to walk away.

That is, until he catches the sign out of the corner of his eyes and stops dead, sucking a few crumbs off of his fingers. Suddenly, there's something else he'd rather be sucking off. Or eating out, whatever comes first. So long as they've got a whip.

Virgil is left, squirming and uncomfortable, as he tries to work out a note on his pocket pad for the next person who comes by, thrusting it at them and pointing at the sign. 'Can I get some help here?'

Two

He's a new diplomat- there's lots of visiting to do and talks to be had. Once again, talk through paper, but talk it is. Politics and all that junk. He's heard about how 'exciting' these things get, heard the promise for this one, sent in a few bottles of fine-aged whiskey and a few chains of pearls, and taken his new outfit.

It's strange, but about what he expected. Pretend to think he's pretty, eat, stand in the corner by the champagne fountain and wait for the dance to be over, and hope that he can get out before the orgy and he makes an embarrassment of himself.

Five minutes in and he realizes that its a little too late. Yep, yep, time to slip out. He'll turn around and smack right into you, a fine how-do-you-do, and there's a very sheepish looking 6'2" man with long, beautiful hair standing in front of you.
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Karamatsu Matsuno | Osomatsu-san

[personal profile] karappo 2017-03-27 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
TWO

[So...being told to wear revealing clothing is child's play for Karamatsu. He'd probably never wear a shirt if he could at all get away with it, so what he's in now doesn't really bother him much at all. A sleeveless leather vest and no shirt underneath, a gold necklace, and the tightest pants that he could possibly be fit into, probably also leather. So that much he's actually enjoying quite a bit, so it's encouraging to see- for once- that others around him seem to be dressed similarly.

Except...he has absolutely no clue what he's gotten into, here. And he doesn't even realize what it is at first, just blissfully unaware as he usually tends to be when it comes to most anything happening around him. But it doesn't go unnoticed forever, meaning he's probably going to be in some trouble in short order here.

Right?

EXCEPT...Karamatsu isn't exactly the most (or at all) desirable, meaning that anyone in their right mind finds a better partner right off and completely ignores him standing there. Even in the middle of all of this he can't get any attention, looks like.]


...Ah.

THREE

[Karamatsu's had his share of run-ins with weird magic. Or...something you could kindof call magic. And he's only got to exist to manage to piss someone off, so it's not a hard thing to do, really. And in a flash he's suddenly no longer his handsome self...but a lumpy, lopsided, lop-eared rabbit. Most people would probably find rabbits cute, but there's something just...off about him. He's tinted blue and the fur atop his head nearly covers his eyes, never mind his huge ears flopping into his face every time he moves.

But it's fine! This is fine. He knows how to charm the ladies and men alike, so he has no doubt that he'll find someone to give him a kiss before time runs out. So, with his mission clear, Karamatsu hops along towards town, stumbling over his own huge paws and ears all the way.

Once he's found a reasonably populated area, he calls up at ankles that pass him by, standing...right in the middle of the walkway while somehow miraculously not getting stepped on.]


Ah, hello, my beauty. Might I bother you for a moment of your time as we both reside here on this beautiful Earth?
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[Fortunately for Karamatsu, someone's staring at the ground as they walk -- lost in thought, yes, but it's hard to ignore a talking rabbit that suddenly hops into view. Not that it's unusual to her, but it brings up memories that has her stopping and looking at him with a wistful, far-away look.

That is, until she realizes he might be talking to her. She presses a hand to her chest.
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Oh, do you mean...me?

[Aqua wrinkles her nose. Don't tell her the small creatures here are as insatiable as the people. What is with this place? It's baffling.

Buuuut maybe she's jumping to conclusions. She hopes that's what is happening anyway.
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Simon Bellamy | Misfits

[personal profile] shymon 2017-03-27 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
One
Simon's morning at the market begins with an awkward shuffle around the circular stores. His head is down for the most part, lest he gaze upon a boob or a dildo or something equally obscene. He'll be thinking about it all night if he does.

He glances upward when a plate of cakes is shoved under his nose, taking one look at the woman in front of him and looking right back down at the plate in front of him. He takes one, because he's not rude, and he eats it. He forces himself to look up, lopsided smile on his face as he tries to hold eye contact and not look down at her chest.

"Tastes good.." He offers, looking off into the distance as casually as he can so he doesn't have to pretend he doesn't want to look at her anymore. That's when his eyes catch the sign behind her, and it takes a moment for it to sink in before he glances up at her with a look of absolute betrayal. "W-why didn't you tell me that?" She's looking behind at the sign with a raised brow, he's trying to spit the cake back out.

It's gone. He swallowed it. Now he looks like a muppet spitting all over the ground in the middle of the market. He gathers up what's left of his dignity and slinks as best and as fast as he can through the crowds. His cheeks are pink and his eyes are down, he's flustered and the chances of bumping into someone are high.

Two
Simon is lucky in that his outfit, while suspiciously well-fitted, is not as obscene as the others he's managed to see tonight. The pants are a little tight and he's never worn knee-high boots before, but the vest and shirt combination is normal. Even if it's old fashioned. Even if the vest is open to reveal a ghostly white, totally hairless chest. It certainly removes him from the fantasy in which he appears to be a handsome, dashing knight.

Besides, you can dress him up fancy, but you can't physically remove the awkwardness that comes from within. It's not school, it isn't a normal club, but he's still sidelined himself with a drink so he can watch quietly from the shadows.

Things start to get heated, shirts start coming off. People are already fucking by the time he is completely sure he's sitting in the middle of an orgy. There's no way he can join in, and he's sure nobody wants him to try. He should just leave, but he doesn't want to look like he's disgusted or embarrassed. Will people think he's weird if he just sits in the corner, watching? He can hear Nathan's voice, in the back of his mind, calling him a creep, telling him he probably has a stiffy. It's enough to glue him in place to ensure nobody pays him enough attention to even notice he's watching.

He's trying to look anywhere but at the couples and triples and quadruples in front of him. The ceiling, the floor, his feet, his hands... every so often his eyes get away from him and he's staring again. He just hopes he doesn't get caught.
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Truth be told, none of this really fazes Alisha. Sure, she's a little freaked out by the fact that she's been sucked into some weird bullshit Medieval Times world, but the sex thing? It's whatever. Weird, but whatever. She's more used to raves in noisy, dark clubs than lavish parties, but she manages to at least look confident, like she knows what she's doing here. Mostly, she's trying hard not to touch anyone at all, which is difficult when people aren't really looking where they're going and they're all drunk, anyway. She has no way of knowing, really, if her powers are still working; in her experience, it's always safer to assume they are. And having someone touch her in the middle of an orgy sounds like absolute hell right now, because there's not a chance anyone would notice that anything's wrong. She shudders a little, pulling her arms closer around her and looking around the room.

Is that...

"No way," she mutters to herself, and she's not anticipating the utter relief she feels upon seeing Simon, of all people. She has to fight down the little smile that wants to happen, because she doesn't want him to think she's anything more than circumstantially pleased to see someone she knows.

"Simon?" Alisha finds herself standing right in front of him, craning her head to the side a little to try and catch his eye. He looks absolutely petrified to be here. "...you alright?"

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Egon Spengler | The Real Ghostbusters

[personal profile] hauntpadour 2017-03-27 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
One

Alternate universes aren't at all outside of Egon Spengler, PhD's realm of experience. This is one of the more... unique ones he's been too. He's not seen a place so inherently X-rated since that bachelor party Peter dragged him to. He can't even tell what actually leads to sex and what doesn't anymore.

But it's a free snack, and this doctor is never one to turn down small cakes. Absently, Egon selects a few and starts eating. The sign is disconcerting, but he will deal with it.

He will deal with it right now.

"Excuse me. I'm Doctor Egon Spengler. I happen to have ingested some of these cakes here, would you mind giving me a hand?"
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Mari Ohara | Love Live Sunshine | euthanize me

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[ 'All eyes on you' is something Mari is absolutely familiar with. All eyes have been on her since she was a little thing and even more so up through school and her 'reemergence' as an idol after a long hiatus. She isn't under any illusions that this is a normal thing, nor has she been told that it's 'temporary' or 'glamorous'. She isn't that naïve! It's a disconcerting situation indeed but nothing she can't handle-- right? The absence of her friends has bothered her considerably. A high chin can keep that wavering part of her ego from caving in.

All about high society, clothes, food, and dancing are only the perfect mix of what to do as a new visitor to this world. These clothes can't be any worse than the costumes of ambiguous appropriateness she wears for performances. This one is not terribly hard to handle: Brightly-colored, mermaid scales splashed across flowy white fabric which reached only barely over her knees in uneven paint spatter patterns. The pattern itself creates the illusion that it melts into her legs, making them longer even though they have long since disappeared under the sundress-y skirt. For the 'occasion' she shouldn't be wearing something so childishly breezy-- maybe more sleek and alluring --but Mari has apparently maintained some of the finer points of her clothing back at home in that it's flirtatious but tasteful. The neckline obscures the greater portion of her chest, baring her shoulders in the cut of a halter-top. The center of her bosom is cut out into one of those tacky 'window' things that are less than chaste though certainly trying to give the air of such an appearance. An apparent lack of undergarments has her chest propped up neatly by the will of her own anatomy.

She's proud of it!

In Mari's hair sits a trio of little clips made of seashells and a tri-color ribbon of pink, blue, and purple floofing out from her signature circular wisp at the end of her braid over her ear. It matches the little flight-attendant scarf cinched around her neck to make the prettiest little package you ever did see. She's comfortable, she likes it, and the ensuing activities are... Unique to say the very least. Mari's intentions were only to dance since that is what she is good at.

... They still are.

Kinda. If she can pull it off. Her penchant for the exotic and the setting have her being anything but shy here. That's comforting. Click-click-clicking of her sandals skittering across the floor, skirting around writhing bodies and grabbing hands-- swatting a few away as she goes, giggling coyly the whole way --she comes across the first shoulder she can tap who might possibly still have most of their clothes on. If they don't, well, that works too. She supposes.

Mari's victim won't have their shoulder tapped; they will have their hand grabbed and be turned on their toes to face her in a flurry! ]


Ciao~ Is this the kind of dancing you were expecting, or are you like me and feel a little tricked?

[ trust her, she isn't offended. she's all smiles and offhanded chuckles. ]

Do you want to dance with me? As long as we don't trip!

[ or something?? watch yaself. ]
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[Dances are fine. Big crowds aren't her thing, but they're fine. This dress makes her feel exposed, but it seemed to suit this event, so that's fine too.

What's not fine is when the group as a whole is taken away by some wind of desire that has her awkwardly but determinedly dodging to escape the writhing bodies and reaching hands. What in the worlds...? Heartless were easier to deal with -- but maybe that's not such a good thing to think.

It's a side step away from another surge of hands that has her distracted enough that Mari is able to grab her hand, though half that turn his hers when they face each other, Aqua looking like a spooked tigress. Suspicious, though Mari isn't doing anything. Those pale shoulders stay tensed though.
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No, [she starts slowly] this isn't what I was expecting either. There isn't usually...

[Well, she can say Cinderella's ball had decidedly fewer butts and breasts on display. She hopes?

Aqua shakes her head to clear that thought away. No, no, don't taint old memories.
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You still want to dance here?

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Aqua | Kingdom Hearts 0.2 (spoilers) | please judge me as thoroughly as possible

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[She wanders into this world with a frown, squinting at the light though it is not entirely unfamiliar phenomenon. And yet, did it mean another world had fallen...? It's remarkably intact, and the memories that play before her seem almost real...if a bit surreal as well. She asks to be free, trying to follow along, see how far this memory goes. And it...doesn't seem to fade, but it falls to the wayside of her attention as she steps into the market place, old habit pressing her to dodge the illusions milling about. Though, the bakery draws her with smells that touch her senses in a way she hasn't experienced in almost twelve years. She doesn't even notice the woman standing there until she reaches out for one of the goods, earning a playful whack on the wrist, because honestly, this is a primarily BDSM display, she ought to beg for it if she really wants it. Though, Aqua gets a firm nod of approval for immediately going for the "double penetration pistachio pudding".

Aqua, meanwhile, is stunned, not just at the touch, but that there was a reaction at all. A normal one! But...what did that mean? It takes her way too long to catch on to what had just been said, her brain choosing to shudder and conk out at that moment. Ah, but now her face is going very pink, and she -- still unsure if she's truly lost it -- glances towards and speaks to you, fellow patron. Assuming you can respond, since this is too much like a weird...dream?
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I'm not...imagining this, am I? This is just too strange.

[This being everything, but the way she gestures to this whole display, it sort of narrows it down. This presents a chance to make some sort of come-on based on dreams and imagination, or just to assure her that yes, she's looking at FUCK CAKES.]
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[Fellow Patron No. 1 has decided to abruptly quit reaching for one purple-ish pastry with stylized reddish teeth marks on it (it smells like blueberries, leave him alone) and is now instead caught red-handed in the process of trying-not-to-flinch-and-failing as the owner points to and reads her display. He's too engrossed in his own strife to notice Aqua until she braves speaking up, and then Neji turns to her looking off-put and irate-- don't sweat it; that's like his default expression anyway.] If this is your doing, I'll kindly request being left out of your...

[Oh no, but the girl is... pink. Kind of. Red in the face. Blushing. And Neji abruptly stops himself then too, because he's... being rude? Maybe. He thinks. Listen, there's really no protocol for encountering conversation dead in front of a Fuck Cakes stand. Which really translates better into there being no protocol for being caught in a Fuck Cakes stand. Especially when, his eyes having left Aqua (she doesn't seem like a threat), his gaze is back to roaming the... cakes. There's a vanilla sample placed square in front of him by the lady manning her business. She waggles her eyebrows. Neji kind of wants to sink into the ground. Not because of the baseless assumption but

gods, he's so hungry. And he doesn't have that much gold to spend. And these damn things are being offered Free, right? And... right, he was talking(??) to someone.]
As far as I can tell, this is real. [Was that muttered? Sorry. He's busy trying to soothe his own damn conscience.] Whether the claims are true- I doubt it. [Listen--] Unless you're feeling different? [Miss Pistachio Pudding don't think he didn't notice and also how's that for Judging]

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[Okay. Trying to convince a wizard that the weapons he was selling were enchanted? Probably not Kaph's brightest moment. He can admit that much, if only to himself and in the presence of no other living creature. This can still be remedied, though. He just has to convince someone to kiss his... lovely new face.

Jesus Christ, he'd probably have better luck if he were just stuck as a fox. At least furries are into foxes.

Still... if he had any choice in the matter, he'd much rather be kissed by a hot chick (or... maybe a hot guy, too? The thought never even cross his mind back home, but if people here really are chill with it, then... hey, what the hell).

The thing is time flies when you've got a deadline, so he has been giving most people he crosses paths with the same speech:]


Hey, you there! Yeah, down here. Now before you say anything, I know I look like shit, but this isn't what I really look like. A wizard put a curse on me and if I don't break it within the next few hours I'm fucked.

[At this point, whether or not the other person in the conversation seems convinced, he goes on:] Luckily, step one is really simple! All you've gotta do is give me a kiss. Just a little one will do.

But! Here's the catch.

[Because fuck YOU, wizard, he's going to come out of this situation on top one way or another:]

After I turn human, you have to suck my dick or I'll go back to being stuck as a diseased gerbil within the next two hours.
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[personal profile] fusshionable 2017-03-27 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alright, now talking animals is something Porrim isn't accustomed to. It takes her a moment to find the source of the voice, and when she does find it her eyes open wide in surprise, just for a second.

That's...startling. What even is that?

Porrim's expression turns a tad skeptical when she's informed she needs to kiss him.]


Oh, I don't know—

[And then he introduces the catch, and she's really not convinced, now. Her eyes narrow, and she squats down to put herself more at his level.]

Really. And tell me something. Are you gross-looking as a human, and this is all some ploy to get a girl to suck you off?

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DON'T WORRY he's awesome. XD

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Angel | Borderlands | OTA

[personal profile] brokencode 2017-03-28 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Doughy encouragement.

[It wasn't hard to tell just how much more... liberated people were around these parts. Angel thought it odd, but she wasn't sure if it was just her, or if it was her sequestered upbringing talking. Whatever the reason, she'd felt somewhat... uneased since arriving in this odd place.]

[But maybe not for much longer.]

[She look a simple one, after inquiring as to the exact definition of "vanilla" and "missionary." It wasn't that sex was undesirable to her, just a little... odd. Anything to help her relax and ease into this strange new role she was playing.]

[At first, she thought the heat pooling in her gut was some sort of poison -- just fitting in a fantasy land such as this one. But judging by the knowing quirk of a brow on behalf of the woman, this was an intended effect, and not meant to be an unpleasant one.]

[Slipping away from the woman, Angel leaned against a wall, head in her hands as she tried to collect her thoughts and make sense of the odd ache between her thighs.]


What's an orgy?

[The first naked chest was enough to make Angel uncomfortable. The second and third, coupled with the pantsless men and women sent Angel scurrying for a balcony. She leaned against a railing there, trying to catch her breath and make sense of the thoughts churning about within her head.]

[Who knew breasts could look so good? Was that truly what a man looked like without pants?]

[Without even thinking, she peered back into the room, blue eyes wide with something more than just curiosity. She ducked her head back in quickly though, biting down on her lip and wishing that both that she wasn't so interested, and that the true exit wasn't back through the room of depravities.]


Oh, please let this end quickly [Preferably before she gave in to whatever was twisting 'round inside her.]
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ay girl

[personal profile] plugout 2017-03-28 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Honestly... he's not sure why he's back here? Fuck cakes. Seriously. Maybe it's just so absurd that he keeps coming back to make sure it's really. You know. That. Which is a phenomenally stupid idea, considering the dirty looks and threats he gets for being just a loiterer and not a customer.

... Anyway. Rhys is nearing the stand when he sees movement out of the corner of his eye. For a moment he thinks he's hallucinating, because haha, there's no way that particular girl could be here. No way, no how. It's impossible. Way more than impossible.

But... her appearance is too unique to mistake for anyone else. Rhys decides to play it as cool as he can, and he approaches her cautiously. He clears his throat. ]


Hey, uhh... You okay?

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Mavis Dracula | Hotel Transylvania

[personal profile] legalbatlady 2017-03-28 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
TWO

[It should be noted that before her appearance in this town, Mavis had never actually had real contact with humans before. Being thrust into this new place and immediately being bombarded with this information was a little overwhelming at first. But her desire for contact with the outside world helps her to adapt nicely enough, and after some time, she can see herself starting to blend in pretty neatly with the culture around her.

Then, every once in a while, the place throws her a curveball.

Mavis finds herself just a little overwhelmed by the immediate bursts of sexual enthusiasm taking place all around her. Sure, she knows what they're getting into, but the logic behind the whole thing is a bit lost on her. She doesn't step out of the room, not wanting to look like the odd one out, and instead turns to the nearest person who looks like they might have some idea of what they're doing. Even if they're as lost as she is.]


...Okay, soooooooooo. I'm really not sure what I'm supposed to be doing right now.
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[personal profile] combsent 2017-03-29 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm?

[ YOU PICKED THE RIGHT SUCCUBUS, MAVIS. ]

Well, what do you want to do? I don't think anyone would want you to join in if you don't want to.

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Ren Nagai | original character | OTA

[personal profile] rennotrin 2017-03-28 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
Two

After getting out of the castle in the first place, going back felt impossible. It reminded him too much of the cave he first left simply because of how he'd been treated upon arrival.

But, the blingy clothing is nice, and thankfully, it has his preferences in mind by accenting his shoulders, binding his chest, and covering his legs from toes to thighs. It's soft, too, and decorated with bird feathers in a few places. He feels almost peacock-ish like this, but it's a nice feeling.

It's a nice party... and then the orgy starts. He doesn't care who has sex, but oh god he didn't want to see that. Seeing something that makes him want to bleach his eyes (or maybe even swim in it!,) he books it right out of there in order to get some air and try to purge the mental imagery out of his head through sheer force of will.

It's not working.


Four

It's nice out, no one's bugging him, and surprisingly, his house is sturdy enough to sit on! So he's doing that, watching people come and go from his perch with only the sort of glee that a cat sitting on a refrigerator can muster. Eventually, though he gets restless, and starts walking as best he can from roof to roof, just checking out everywhere that he possibly can.

Sorry if he makes too much noise walking across your house like it's a stepping stone.
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Re: two;

[personal profile] maledictus_semper 2017-04-17 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Ardyn wasn't sure if this was some sort of lavish dream or odd surreal fantasy. What he did know was that he wasn't in Eos any longer. Far from it. He had met this Mistress and he been told certain things. He was an Apprentice. Whatever that was. Also, he was wearing a rather strange helmet, adorned with horns. It was almost as if the Mistress wanted her Apprentices to wander around this land looking like barbarians. Handsome barbarians at that.]

Whatever next? I must say this is all rather odd.

[He spoke aloud to himself, feeling the prick of one of the horns with the tip of his finger. Then, he spotted the young lad in front of him.]

Oh? Are you lost, boy?

[He looked like a vagrant; his clothes were all raggy and dishevelled. Had he been cast out by the Mistress? Was he unappealing for her gaze?]

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Cho Jeonguk || Original Character || OTA

[personal profile] gisaeng_gumiho 2017-03-28 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
One

Okay, Cho can kind of feel that donut in her loins - but she's about to busk in Yon Local Tavern (We Lost Our Letter Thorn, Okay) and see who follows her upstairs and asks to keep her, so she can work with this.

She counts out another silver piece. "...Ser, could I take one of the submissive flavors to go? Many thanks."

Which is why she's in the tavern now with her zither, a smile, three CM more cleavage than usual, and a "Free cake with your 'cake"" sign.

Two

Boy, that escalated quickly. In fact, this is really getting out of hand.

But Cho can work with it. Heck, she's seen weirder (and furrier) in the town, so this might be a good chance and a safe place to blow off steam. She casts a very slight fascination spell on herself, starts dancing something that comes straight from her belly and hips, and turns that and the flowing of her tails into a striptease.

The message is an obvious invitation: come on down and touch fluffy tail.
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One

[personal profile] madeofmagic 2017-03-30 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Free cake with your... cake?" A short man looks between the sign, the cleavage, and the face of the foxgirl. Shutting an eye, he leans forward with a smile.

"Judging by the way this world seems to work, I'm willing to bet only half of the cake is any kind of pastry. Would it be untoward to ask what kind of cake the rest is?"

mmm... starbucks.

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Maeryll | I Roved Out

[personal profile] magicproof 2017-03-28 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
(one)

When life gave her lemons, Maeryll had but one response: fuck the lemons, she was getting cake. Getting stuck in some foreign city she'd never even heard of before without a soul she recognized around or so much as a single coin from her usual sources to live on was not her idea of a good time. The idea of serving some bitch as her sorcerous apprentice was laughable on so many levels, and she wouldn't be caught dead wearing one of those guard uniforms, so back to the life of an outcast it was. Outlier. Whatever.

At least cake was always there to comfort her, she could think of no better use for her extremely limited funds than getting something tasty to eat. The fact that the cakes were hypersexualized was... not a surprise, everything in this fucking city was, so she thought nothing of it as she listened to the overly-enthusiastic and kind of hot chick rattling off various flavors of smut-themed baked goods. It only took a few tries before said chick noticed Maeryll mostly staring at her breasts through the whole spiel before she offered her a titty cake: a small, round pastry shaped, appropriately, like a titty. You were even supposed to suck the cream filling out through the nipple on top before chowing down, how authentic. The sample was good, so what the hell, she spent her entire meager allowance and bought a dozen.

Now, it was normal for Maeryll to think about breasts a lot. They were one of her favorite things, the whole place was sexually charged, and she was walking around snacking on tit-shaped treats. It was a little odd, though, that she was slowly beginning to have trouble thinking of anything else, like how she was going to throttle whoever left her here, or how big of a pain in the ass getting something decent to drink was going to be, or where a good bathhouse was. Every woman that passed by got a long, lingering stare directed toward her chest.

This was disconcerting. Especially since she had no idea how long she was going to be able to simply look. God help anyone with a large rack coming close to her now, and given a little more time, even the modestly-endowed may be in danger soon.

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(two)

Oh. That escalated fast.

Maeryll had jumped at the chance to attend the feast, mostly for the decent dress being offered, but the other perks were swell, too. Food, drink, and the chance to associate with high society types, that was her jam. She mingled, she sampled the wine, she flirted with noblewomen and serving maids, it was almost enough to make her feel like she was somewhere she belonged.

And then it turned into an orgy so fast, she almost missed it. Suddenly, tits and dicks were out, just like that, and things were going stupid. Now, Maeryll was no prude, she was an elf that had been around the block several thousand times, but this just seemed crass. Crude, even. For fuck's sake, someone was pushing someone else's face into the chocolate cake while railing them from behind. Orgies weren't exactly the most dignified of affairs, she knew from experience, but come on.

Then again, it had been, what, a few days or so since she'd gotten laid. She wasn't about to tear her clothes off and dive into the first ass she saw, but maybe it couldn't hurt to stand off to the side, sip at her drink, and look hot in that low-cut dress of hers while looking for the right lady to proposition. Someone busty, preferably. Being a little freaky wouldn't hurt, either.
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[personal profile] fusshionable 2017-03-29 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Now, a woman like Porrim is no stranger to being stared at. Even in the Capitol, where everyone was stare-worthy, she garnered a lot of attention for That Rack™ and That Ass™. Most people assumed it was thanks to plastic surgery, which was hardly a bad thing, but she'd never addressed those rumors, because the fact of the matter is, she's all natural under all those tattoos.

Still, it's not often that the person staring at her chest is a woman. That's novel in and of itself that Porrim actually pauses and smiles as she goes by, instead of calling the woman out like she might if it were a man.

"See something you like, darling?"

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Ember McLain | Danny Phantom

[personal profile] rockisdead 2017-03-29 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
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[Ember is not up for these high-society functions. What this does for her, mostly, is help get her name out there. Sure, her concerts have nabbed her a decent deal of followers, but good financial backers are far and few between. After all, how are you supposed to make a name for yourself without any green?

She plays along at first, if not a little bit mischievous behind the scenes. Ember is in the process of preparing to spike drinks when the festivities start. Suddenly, her interest is captured. This is her kind of party. It was almost anarchic in a way, the way things suddenly escalated to this level, and she takes a great deal of glee in that fact. Causing chaos can wait, and she decides to kick back and look for a partner.

After all, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, right?]


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four - because we all need a siren in our lives

[You're not even sure how you got here, in retrospect.

There are rumors about the street performers in this town. That those who attend their performances find themselves...changing a bit. Rumors start to spread about people disappearing after making contact with them, or getting a bit too frisky after viewing their performances. But that had to be just hearsay, right?

Whatever your feelings on the subject, you find yourself in the crowd gathered around one. The hooded performer sings as she strums at a guitar, enticing the townspeople around her to drop an inordinate amount of coins into the bowl in front of her. The performance itself goes well, and you almost feel like her voice is calling out to you directly. It goes so well, in fact, that you find yourself sticking around after the show, after the crowd clears out.

...Didn't you have somewhere to be? It doesn't matter now. The thought disappears.

The singer lowers her hood, revealing a pale-white face and a pair of green eyes that look you over. She places a gloved finger up to her lip, as it spreads in a mischievous smirk.]


I dig your style. Enjoy the show, babypop?
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[by all accounts, it doesn't make sense. the grunt can't think of the last time she enjoyed guitar music, and with how hard she worked to get what little money she had, she definitely didn't need to be giving it up to a traveling musician.]

[but here she is, sticking around after the show, being spoken to by the person who had just basically enchanted her without even being aware enough to know that that's what happened. when she realizes the words that are coming out of the musician's mouth, she shakes her head and starts speaking from behind her bandana.]


Yeah. I ain't heard music like that in a minute, but it was... really good. [she puts a hand to her head.] How long have I even been standing here?

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Ce'Nedra || The Belgariad / The Mallorean

[personal profile] queen_of_the_world 2017-03-29 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
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Her Royal Majesty Queen Ce'Nedra of Riva, Imperial Princess of the Tolnedran Empire, Commander of the Armies of the West, Queen of the World would have expected all eyes to be on her no matter what was going on. She expected it, because that had been what had always happened. She was always the most beautiful, the most radiant, and most sought after flower in any room she entered, and this one was no exception. Even if her manner of dress this fine evening was more risque than she was used to, well, that didn't deter her at all.

Honestly, she thought, anything that made people look at her more could not possibly be a bad thing, right? And it was not like she was being improper, just slightly more revealing than usual. If she were in the forest, she would have no problems being naked, so why should she treat civilization any different?

The answer, of course, was because it was proper, and because civiization expected to be treated differently.

Regardless, as she danced around and saw people start to lose their.. inhibitions, she smiled inwardly. Possibly civilization was not as straight-laced as it always appeared to be.
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[personal profile] getschwifty 2017-03-29 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
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Oh, fuuu-[eeeeerggh]-uuuuuck yeah, dude! N-now we're talkin'!

[Listen, Rick understands the need for the high society to have parties and talk about the weather and discuss political assassinations, whatever. It was a big crock of horseshit, and he couldn't find it within his heart to give two solitary fucks about any of it. Of course, he has to attend solely because he almost has the feeling that he'll be on fucking chopping block if he doesn't.

So when this happens, Rick is immediately enthused. This isn't his first time at an orgy, and sure it as hell won't be his last. If you were tracking him, it's hard to follow him as he immediately just jumps into the fray.]


IT'S RIIIIIICKKKK TIIIMMMEEE!

[There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.]

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Yooooo. D-d-down here, fuckboy.

[It's not Rick's fault that stupid fucking wizard had heard the "robe and wizard" hat routine before. Dumbass ball-licker Gandalf motherfucker.

Thus, we have an opossum spewing out a stream of obscenities as it looks at you with unnaturally-narrowed eyes.]


Here's the deal. Y-you kiss me and there's gonna be some...some fuckin' magic shit where I turn...human or whatever. Do that and I-I'll g-give you...oral. Not even fuckin' around, brah.

[There's the scheme. They kiss him and he has to shamelessly give oral, which is at no point a problem for him. Or they kiss him and don't at all find him attractive and decline it. Or he gets a good fuckin' samaritan. Win-win-win.]
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[personal profile] rennotrin 2017-03-31 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Aside from this place existing, Ren's life has a general lack of odd shit going down. Just typical life shit, like being on the run from people he hates, and earning enough cash to keep his head above water.

[So therefore, it's entirely surprising to hear and see an obscenity-spewing opossum. Who knew that they existed beyond cartoons. Ren scowls a bit - more in dubiousness than honest disbelief - as he looks down, meets the thing's eyes, and listens.

[Fortunately, opossums don't strike him as ugly creatures (one time he saw a skull of one. It was awesome,) so he shrugs a bit.]


Sure. You're gonna have to get up higher first, though. I'll pick you up.

[Crouching down, he offers his hands and makes a slightly beckoning motion with them, but otherwise doesn't actually pick him up unless Rick actually breaks the rest of the distance between them. What, does Rick expect to be swept off his feat without preamble?]


[ooc: Probably won't end up in sex, but they can totally talk about raunchy shit or something. :D]

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Mirari | Cute Demon Crashers

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[ I mean... look, she can't say she's displeased with this new world. The access to energy is kind of unreal, and there's a lot of cute people! And... man, those sure are. Those cakes sure look like something, don't they? She'll just... strike up a conversation about them here with the nearest person while the saleswoman is distracted with someone else. ]

Fuck cakes... well, they're honest at least, huh?

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[ As stated: this access to energy is unreal! She wasn't so much about the feast part of the feast... then it turns into something she's a little more used to, at least conceptually. She's certainly not a stranger to orgies.

But jumping into the fray headfirst doesn't... really appeal to her right now, she'd much rather attend to the hesitant ones. So she'll approach people on the sidelines, smiling sympathetically. ]


Not really your thing?
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[personal profile] heptagram 2017-03-30 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Patchouli has kept her distance surprisingly long.]

I'm not much for large gatherings in the first place, but I was... suggested to come here because they thought it would help me ease into my new life or something...

[Judging by her blank facial expression, that has not happened at all.]

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