You weren't exactly sure you managed to score an invite to this. Maybe you knew Ember McLain, maybe you knew a friend of a friend. But either way, you manage to get an invite to her house party. The vibes here are already pretty good, and the smell of marijuana smoke fills the house to an extent that would almost bother you if you weren't already so accustomed to it.
There's a heavy amount of beer and cigarettes already in the place, and you can already see a couple partygoers freely lighting up joints within the house. For some of you, this might be okay, but it also wouldn't be difficult to get anything harder.
Although it was unspoken, it was pretty obvious exactly what this party was going to turn into. It was obvious enough by the amount of furniture scattered about - beanbag chairs, sheets, pillows, the occasional mattress pilfered from secondhand stores. It doesn't take a genius to see that people here are intending on getting close to one another, in both a physical sense, and in an enlightened one.
Free love is good.
1. obviously there's a big old drug/alcohol cw hanging over this meme - definitely check with anyone/specify in your top-level if you're okay with anything beyond the obvious alcohol/cigarettes/weed-level.
2. if you decide to au your char into a '60s/70s-style version of themselves, feel free to mention that in your toplevel. and maybe decide if you want to add your kinks/what you want there?
3. if you actively want to have your character partake in an actual orgy-style experience, maybe keep continuity between threads? or feel free to specify if you want multiple partners or prefer one-on-one threads in your toplevel.
4. respect everyone. that means OOCly as well. we're all here to have fun.
original meme by ferries
rick and morty
The Big Lebowski
King K. Rool
code by cawaii
But after dark, when Reptarland is closed, things get weird. Namely, the characters...no, performers, they confine themselves to the park. There, in the midnight hours, they mingle. Talk. Drink. Move about as humans. The family-friendly world of Reptarland becomes a shady underbelly of intrigue. But when the sun rises the next day, it is as though nothing has happened. Nobody is the wiser, not any of the minimum wage employees, and certainly not Coco LaBouche hanging up in her ivory tower.
Even if they knew, they certainly wouldn't be able to fathom what's to happen on this particular night.
Reptar - no, Rhett Tarino, is doing his nightly stroll by Ooey Gooey World when somebody spots him from the corner of his eye. A heavily accented voice calls out to him from the shadows.]
You did quite well out there today, mon ami.
[Robosn- Roial Sinclaire emerges from the shadows. The disheveled purple suit and unkempt hair instantly give him away, but they help betray the obvious.
He is anything but sober.
With a sense of swagger, he moves towards Rhett, placing a hand on the wall behind him. From this distance, the smell of cheap cigarettes and boxed wine can be smelt on Roail's breath. He looks his archenemy up and down, lingering eyes resting on his legs, before he raises back up and speaks once more.]
Perhaps you should teach me how you roar so well. [The word 'roar' rolls off his tongue, transitioning into a nasty smirk.]
DISNEY VILLAINS VICTORIOUS
"Disney Villains Victorious is a tabletop game based on the glorious idea of a world, not entirely unlike our own, in which (almost) all the villains from (almost) all the Disney animated feature films were not defeated at the ends of their movies but were instead victorious, completing their goals in part or in whole.
It is a world in which Ursula rules the seas, defied only by the uncatchable Pirate Lords and the might of Atlantis. It is a world where the grasslands, the jungles and the forests are prowled not only by fearsome primal beasts like Shere Khan and Scar, but also by the ruthless, tireless hunters that stalk them. It is a world where Europe has been divvied up between sorcerous queens like Maleficent, inquisitorial clergymen like Frollo, and dark gods like Hades and Chernabog.
It is not, however, a world completely devoid of courage, heroism or hope.Yet still there is hope. Across the planet there as still those willing to fight against these evils. Be they human, beast, or anything in-between, there are still those willing to fight against darkness. To be a sign of hope in a world of despair. To become heroes of lost ages. Rebels plot, plan, fight, strive and win their own victories against the villains that would rule them. The time to fight and to be free is now."
Basically, Disney Game of Thrones.
Post with the character you're throwing into the setting, whether you're AUing them in, having them pop in somehow, or playing an actual Disney character in this setting. Include as much or as little detail about their role in the world as you want - their AU background, their role in this world, whatever you'd like. Feel free to as follow as much or as little of the established canon as you'd like
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. Orgasm Control/Denial
code by pagans
The nightmarescape consisted of a large forest, and wasn't anything close to a pleasant one. It had most definitely not proven itself to be anything close to Eden, with brambles and branches twisting every which way underneath the glow of a full moon. It was a surprisingly beautiful affair, yet in a fashion that's clearly both feral and and wild in nature. Untamed. Overgrown. There was almost a sense that the area itself was living and breathing, and Ashley...clumsy as she may be, was savvy enough to recognize that.
So, there's a dilemma here. She needs a place to camp out, but there needs to be no hint of repercussion from the forest for what she was about to do. Thankfully, being a "magical girl" makes building a fire about 100x easier. In no time, she's used her wand to cast a flame onto a patch of dirt on the ground, maintaining it and ensuring that it doesn't latch on to any sort of wildlife.
There, she sits and waits. For what, she's unsure of. There'd have to be some sort of familiars or something showing up eventually, right?]
It's mostly evident in the fact that he's essentially been a vagrant space hobo for a few months, and has been living from room-to-room. Partially because of galactic feds, partially because being a space hobo rocks. Either way, half of these rooms have belonged to his "friends" from Graceside Bullshit School. Partially because he has nowhere else to go, and partially because they owe his ass for not leaving them on Jerry-World or something.
Sukuyo is Rick's victim for today, and he imposes himself quite well. He sprawls out across her floor, not even bothering to take his labcoat or that tacky puke green scarf off. One hand is quite content clutching the bottle on the floor besides him, and the other occupies itself by burrowing into a box of Baby Swiss Cheez-Its (a little souvenir from C-137).
He stops and contemplates the Cheez-It when she finally walks back into the room.]
Yo. Y-you ever realize that this shit - why the hell do they call these things "Baby Swiss?"
[Rick squints at the Cheez-It like the thing is his long lost sister.]
I get that it's swiss, alright, my tongue can - it very clearly knows this mofo is swiss. But putting "baby" in the name of yer - yer food doesn't make me want to eat it. If anything, it makes me want to eat that fucker less.
[...After a moment's hesitation, he drops it in his mouth anyway.]
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