(( stuff with dudes probably will not lead to kissing. ladies, anything is possible ))
[ You find yourself in an elaborate room -- gold accents with arched ceilings, expensive vases and an almost mystical air to the decorations. There's something odd about it, though; discordant red banners hang haphazardly on the walls, cutting through the mood of the room.
You don't have too long to contemplate, though, before the door creaks open and Sabre peers through. She's dressed in clothing that very much matches the banners in question. ]
. . . Hey. I couldn't sleep. These beds are so-- ugh.
[ Sabre will find the main chamber and the bed in front of her empty of whomever she expected to be there. But there's a soft, feminine peal of laughter from another corner of the room (an antechamber, leading to the bathroom, she'll know) and a moment later--Hiryuu comes out, dressed only in a damp towel, red ringlets still dripping with water. ]
Somehow I'm not surprised they're not to your taste. Come, don't lurk outside like that.
[ confused about how ( and why ) she's here or not she's capable of lounging in just about anything. she's holding a pillow and wearing this when sabre pokes her head in. ]
Big? It does seem kind of obnoxious for one person.
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anyway req's probably also got... some sort of horde catsuit, this is YOUR dream, but this all seems incredibly normal and she's not really questioning it.
her fur/skin's probably a little darker grey-- closer to matching the black hair and ears and fluffy tail-- and no stripes. but she's just feeling the blankets when Sabre comes in, and turns to smile at her. ]
(jason's dream state is dark-- so, any sex would naturally lend itself that way, unless someone decides "nah" at his dream. jason will not be an initiator in any of the dark stuff, but I'm totally down for him being acted on. if you want joker shenanigans, lmk.)
[you find yourself in a nondescript warehouse-- it's fairly hot, actually. hot and dry. something is buzzing at the back of your head. a... laugh?
the more you think about it, the more you realize there's definitely a laugh haunting the room, but you can't quite figure out where it's coming from. But the next thing that hits you is the smell of blood. when you turn around, you see two bodies in front of you-- a young boy in a costume, and a woman. Both of them look to have been been beaten, with a bloody crowbar tossed a few feet away from them. there are splatters everywhere.
And just a few feet further, is Jason-- he seems to have his hands tied behind his back, and his head is hanging so you can't quite see his face. he doesn't seem to have noticed you.]
[ this feels... bad, the atmosphere, the situation, the sense that she can't quite shake hearing a laugh from nowhere, and she stumbles, a little, moving to check on the figures of the boy and the woman with the taste of bile rising in her throat. ]
[ frowns, gritting her teeth and steeling her nerves, because the laughter is truly unsettling following the mindfuckery she'd only just finished dealing with. she moves forward cautiously, stopping the moment she sees the bodies, which instantly has her stomach churning. ]
[ her hand is on her heart instantly, in case she needs to summon her heart weapon, but if she's jumped she'd rather keep the element of surprise on her side. a few more steps and she catches sight of jason, who she immediately hopes to god isn't dead. ]
[Circling silently, some distance away--his reflex is rarely to jump right into helping, if he's honest, and the fact that Jason is still tied up implies to him that whoever put him there expects to find him there still when they come back, so... observing for a bit instead.]
[The smell of blood was what hit her first. It made her throat burn and she swallowed back the thirst, eyes darting around the room for the source of that horrible laugh.]
You- are you hurt?
[Probably a stupid question given the fact that he's tied to a chair and his head is bowed.]
We have to get out. [She takes a step forward, concerned.]
[on seeing the two, realizing what happened to them and what this is, her expression tightens before she slowly exhales and steels herself then she calls out loud and clear:]
[The setting for this dream is an elaborate patio restaurant on the top of a skyscraper. The view of the sun setting over the skyline is gorgeous. The tables are set with glasses and bottles of wine.
There's also a trellis, but rather than vines climbing across it, it appears to have... ropes and chains...? Handcuffs hang down from it every so often.
No one else appears to be here other than Glory, who is dressed up(?) in nothing but a suit jacket and lace panties.
Whatever you are wearing, it may involve a skirt.]
[Oh my. Mori takes in the setting, he doesn't mind being in a skirt so much, fairly relaxed about that, but when his gaze finally lands on Glory... Well. He can't help staring.]
((Can be SFW or NSFW, OTA to either; NSFW may potentially involve tentacles))
[ It's a beautiful day outside.
Amid scores of cottony clouds the sun shines down bright and warm, settled content within a wide, blue sky. Occasionally a breeze, cooled by the nearby lake, drifts by, ensuring a balmy and pleasant temperature - you can see it there if you roll your head, shore shimmering in the light, a number of old, dilapidated ruins of Roman design dotting its surface, an imposing manor off in the distance. Birdsong rings out from faraway trees.
Or if you roll the other way, you'll see... a... some fabric? Looking up of course reveals you, or at the very least your head, to be resting in Aradia's lap - while she's dressed no differently than usual (particularly), the browns and creams of her vest and hat aren't exactly ☆ZRAEL couture. She strokes at your hair gently as the two of you rest at the shore, idle as she reads a book you're unable to make out the title of, humming a melody you're unable to recognize.
As she takes notice of you however, she stops; setting the book away in favor of conversation, she beams down at you, expression peaceful. ]
[you're lying on something soft, probably a bed. in this dark room you find yourself in, it's so dim you can barely see more than a few feet above you. you're definitely having trouble moving, if you try; it's not impossible, but your limbs feel... restricted.
and that's because they are: long, taut silken black bindings wrap around your entire body, your arms, your torso, your legs, your thighs, your shoulders. there's enough give to them that you're not totally restrained, but you're definitely bound up in a way that makes it... difficult to really move anywhere. the straps are all attached to the bed, in some way or another, disappearing into the dark abyss. you might have one that wraps over your eyes, even, but with some fiddling you can tug it away. not that there's much to see, in this dim light...
there is one thing you can see, however: raven is curled up along your bound form, his head resting in the crook of your shoulder, relaxed. he's not wearing a shirt, and in the dim light the tattoos along his torso seem to be shifting... and for some reason, he isn't bound up at all.]
(( can be sexytimes or just clingy snuggling, lmk what you're open to ))
[The darkness is new, but this tightness around his arms, his body... it's not entirely unfamiliar. Immediately Nero's pulse quickens, his breathing skips - nervous, but excited. He pulls against the bindings just to test them, and to some secret satisfaction, they hold. Ah.
He can't see the body curled up next to him, but... it'd make sense if it were him, right? So Nero calls out, with familiarity,]
you're at a doctor's office -- more specifically in the patient's bed of one. except it's all very Sensitiv flavored. the walls, the floor, the bed and even the sheets are all pink; they don't smell but they looked bloodstained, on top of that. there's a sheet with bloody handprints cordoning off a showering area in the room.
a woman in ... what can only be described generously as an interpretation of Sensitiv's whole pastel goth aesthetic is sitting in in a wheely chair nearby. the only thing she has over top of the outfit is a white doctor's coat, which she has completely open. she also has a familiar set of horns and wings for those familiar with Dante in non dream reality.
she taps a clipboard in her hands. ]
Soo, you ready for your checkup?
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[ or, alternatively, it's the above prompt but it's regular Dante (horns and wings include) in this outfit.
[ ooc: let me know if you'd like some monsterfucking too, because i can't absolutely accommodate that as well, but otherwise tentacles. ]
[ just going to cut straight to the smut, so enjoy coming to as she smacks your cheek playfully. ] Rude. I haul your half drunk ass up here and this is the thanks I get, ahahaha, [ her expression darkens for just a fraction of a second, because she's not getting blueballed this evening. ] I don't think so.
[ all four of her tentacles are looming overhead as she leans down to suck a mark into the side of your neck. ]
You're standing, or maybe sitting, somewhere in a church—in the pews, or in the loft, or maybe in the confession booth. Wherever you are, you can hear the distinct sound of something—or, someone—screaming, and you can smell smoke.
Searching for the cause, you'll find a person dressed in a red cloak—the hood is pulled over, and it's difficult to see who it might be, though you can catch a glimpse of white hair underneath—with unusually long swords in his hand, held between each finger like one might hold a dagger. The screaming does not come from him, but several meters in front of him: something human shaped burns in bright blue flame, shrieking as their flesh turns to ash and begins to crumble.
The person in the hood speaks, as though in sermon, or perhaps in prayer. The voice might be familiar to you. ]
I will kill, I will let live. I will harm and heal. None will escape me. None will escape my sight. Be crushed.
I welcome those who have grown old and those who have lost. Devote yourself to me. Learn from me. Obey me. Rest.
I am light and relieve you of all your burdens. Ask for forgiveness here. I, the incarnation will swear.
[ With every spoken stanza, another blade is thrown, and the blue flame burns brighter; the screams become louder. Finally, when the flames completely die off—when nothing remains but a pile of ash—the prayer ends. ]
Kyrie, eleison.
[ Then—as though he were somehow alerted to your presence, or maybe he already knew where you were before—he turns to you, several more blades in one hand.
Are you:
Another vampire?
A vampire hunter?
An innocent near-victim of the now-slain vampire?
Not really sure why you're here is this a dream help? ]
[ she's there a ways behind him, sat in one of the pews - or was, rather, earlier; she comes to with the sound of the scream and that acrid scent aloft in the air and startles, such that she finds herself standing instead, although she never quite makes it so far as panicking.
she remains frozen in place at the sight of the figures, the scene before her - startling not in its incomprehensibility but rather the polar opposite, chilling down to the bone entirely because she is able to glean an understanding of what's transpired -
to be thawed only as the voice, unmistakable, penetrates through, connects with the glimpse of hair she sees as he turns to face her - ]
I -
[ am not tongue-tied, exactly, but uncertain of how to begin; her fingers curl idle into the fabric of her clothes, recognizable for whatever reason as a nun's habit, ]
[ooc: CW: Vampire stuff, obviously. Can lead to the sexy stuff or not!]
[There's a dark room, the windows covered over by curtains. There was no light save for candles adorning the walls. The walls are painted with blood, as are the floors, in great red streaks. Ren can be found in the center of the room, clinging to a faceless girl, dark brown curls flowing down her back and shoulders. She was drinking her fill without stopping, blood smeared everywhere - on the faceless girl's clothes, her skin, and staining Ren's lips and chin.
Eventually she might look up to see who is there, but for now she drinks and drinks.]
[ You're in Grand Chapel of the Moonlit Church - in the land where the moon shines eternal.
In front of you is an elaborate altar, covered with offerings. While there's some gold and precious gemstones, most of it is food, clothing, and various arts and crafts. It's all strewn around rather haphazardly, distracting from the majesty of the altar and the person sitting on a velvet pillow on top of it - the Goddess Luna, glowing with radiant divine light.
She's staring at you, a pleasant smile on her face. Her tail's even wagging - she just seems really happy to see you? ]
Ah, my loyal servant! I'm so glad you came to visit!
2) GODDESS OF JUSTICE
[ Alternatively you're somewhere, on some battlefield - beat up, bloody, and being straddled by Luna who's equally as beat up - scales cover a larger portion of her face than normal, her eyes are slit and her gaze is more bestial and furious. Her bow lies broken somewhere behind her, but she doesn't need it - she has an arrow in her hand, pressed to your throat like a knife.
She pants heavily before speaking, skin not covered dirt and grime red as her scales are, as her tail thumps heavily against the ground. ]
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[ You find yourself in an elaborate room -- gold accents with arched ceilings, expensive vases and an almost mystical air to the decorations. There's something odd about it, though; discordant red banners hang haphazardly on the walls, cutting through the mood of the room.
You don't have too long to contemplate, though, before the door creaks open and Sabre peers through. She's dressed in clothing that very much matches the banners in question. ]
. . . Hey. I couldn't sleep. These beds are so-- ugh.
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[her pajamas might communicate it but... she's pretty used to soft beds.]
Hmm... They do look a little... overstuffed, huh?
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Somehow I'm not surprised they're not to your taste. Come, don't lurk outside like that.
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Big? It does seem kind of obnoxious for one person.
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anyway req's probably also got... some sort of horde catsuit, this is YOUR dream, but this all seems incredibly normal and she's not really questioning it.
her fur/skin's probably a little darker grey-- closer to matching the black hair and ears and fluffy tail-- and no stripes. but she's just feeling the blankets when Sabre comes in, and turns to smile at her. ]
What, too soft for your delicate sensibilities?
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Tell me about it. Who lives like this?
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[you find yourself in a nondescript warehouse-- it's fairly hot, actually. hot and dry. something is buzzing at the back of your head. a... laugh?
the more you think about it, the more you realize there's definitely a laugh haunting the room, but you can't quite figure out where it's coming from. But the next thing that hits you is the smell of blood. when you turn around, you see two bodies in front of you-- a young boy in a costume, and a woman. Both of them look to have been been beaten, with a bloody crowbar tossed a few feet away from them. there are splatters everywhere.
And just a few feet further, is Jason-- he seems to have his hands tied behind his back, and his head is hanging so you can't quite see his face. he doesn't seem to have noticed you.]
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[ her hand is on her heart instantly, in case she needs to summon her heart weapon, but if she's jumped she'd rather keep the element of surprise on her side. a few more steps and she catches sight of jason, who she immediately hopes to god isn't dead. ]
Jason? [ she hisses at him, moving closer. ]
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[Circling silently, some distance away--his reflex is rarely to jump right into helping, if he's honest, and the fact that Jason is still tied up implies to him that whoever put him there expects to find him there still when they come back, so... observing for a bit instead.]
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You- are you hurt?
[Probably a stupid question given the fact that he's tied to a chair and his head is bowed.]
We have to get out. [She takes a step forward, concerned.]
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Jay.
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There's also a trellis, but rather than vines climbing across it, it appears to have... ropes and chains...? Handcuffs hang down from it every so often.
No one else appears to be here other than Glory, who is dressed up(?) in nothing but a suit jacket and lace panties.
Whatever you are wearing, it may involve a skirt.]
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wow all right. ]
...oh, this is all so...
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...Well. This sure is something.
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[ It's a beautiful day outside.
Amid scores of cottony clouds the sun shines down bright and warm, settled content within a wide, blue sky. Occasionally a breeze, cooled by the nearby lake, drifts by, ensuring a balmy and pleasant temperature - you can see it there if you roll your head, shore shimmering in the light, a number of old, dilapidated ruins of Roman design dotting its surface, an imposing manor off in the distance. Birdsong rings out from faraway trees.
Or if you roll the other way, you'll see... a... some fabric? Looking up of course reveals you, or at the very least your head, to be resting in Aradia's lap - while she's dressed no differently than usual (particularly), the browns and creams of her vest and hat aren't exactly ☆ZRAEL couture. She strokes at your hair gently as the two of you rest at the shore, idle as she reads a book you're unable to make out the title of, humming a melody you're unable to recognize.
As she takes notice of you however, she stops; setting the book away in favor of conversation, she beams down at you, expression peaceful. ]
Good morning -
How did you sleep? Are you hungry...?
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Like a dream. How's your book?
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and that's because they are: long, taut silken black bindings wrap around your entire body, your arms, your torso, your legs, your thighs, your shoulders. there's enough give to them that you're not totally restrained, but you're definitely bound up in a way that makes it... difficult to really move anywhere. the straps are all attached to the bed, in some way or another, disappearing into the dark abyss. you might have one that wraps over your eyes, even, but with some fiddling you can tug it away. not that there's much to see, in this dim light...
there is one thing you can see, however: raven is curled up along your bound form, his head resting in the crook of your shoulder, relaxed. he's not wearing a shirt, and in the dim light the tattoos along his torso seem to be shifting... and for some reason, he isn't bound up at all.]
(( can be sexytimes or just clingy snuggling, lmk what you're open to ))
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He can't see the body curled up next to him, but... it'd make sense if it were him, right? So Nero calls out, with familiarity,]
Jason...?
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You see Silk above you either (a) with her foot planted firmly in the middle of your chest, or (b) straddling you.
Either way she looks quite pleased with
Looks like I win this round.
((can be sexy or fighty or anything else, I'm flexible))
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This one, sure.
((Fighty, please o/))
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[ flavor one!
you're at a doctor's office -- more specifically in the patient's bed of one. except it's all very Sensitiv flavored. the walls, the floor, the bed and even the sheets are all pink; they don't smell but they looked bloodstained, on top of that. there's a sheet with bloody handprints cordoning off a showering area in the room.
a woman in ... what can only be described generously as an interpretation of Sensitiv's whole pastel goth aesthetic is sitting in in a wheely chair nearby. the only thing she has over top of the outfit is a white doctor's coat, which she has completely open. she also has a familiar set of horns and wings for those familiar with Dante in non dream reality.
she taps a clipboard in her hands. ]
Soo, you ready for your checkup?
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[ or, alternatively, it's the above prompt but it's regular Dante (horns and wings include) in this outfit.
PICK YOUR POISON ]
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Whatever, Miss Trash.
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[ just going to cut straight to the smut, so enjoy coming to as she smacks your cheek playfully. ] Rude. I haul your half drunk ass up here and this is the thanks I get, ahahaha, [ her expression darkens for just a fraction of a second, because she's not getting blueballed this evening. ] I don't think so.
[ all four of her tentacles are looming overhead as she leans down to suck a mark into the side of your neck. ]
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huh.
they shudder out a moan but it quickly becomes a yelp, their hand pushing at her forehead as their tail thrashes wildly. ]
Y-you could just ask, shit!
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disclaimer: may not be sexy. i will give my very best attempt
You're standing, or maybe sitting, somewhere in a church—in the pews, or in the loft, or maybe in the confession booth. Wherever you are, you can hear the distinct sound of something—or, someone—screaming, and you can smell smoke.
Searching for the cause, you'll find a person dressed in a red cloak—the hood is pulled over, and it's difficult to see who it might be, though you can catch a glimpse of white hair underneath—with unusually long swords in his hand, held between each finger like one might hold a dagger. The screaming does not come from him, but several meters in front of him: something human shaped burns in bright blue flame, shrieking as their flesh turns to ash and begins to crumble.
The person in the hood speaks, as though in sermon, or perhaps in prayer. The voice might be familiar to you. ]
I will harm and heal.
None will escape me.
None will escape my sight.
Be crushed.
I welcome those who have grown old and those who have lost.
Devote yourself to me.
Learn from me.
Obey me.
Rest.
I am light and relieve you of all your burdens.
Ask for forgiveness here.
I, the incarnation will swear.
[ With every spoken stanza, another blade is thrown, and the blue flame burns brighter; the screams become louder. Finally, when the flames completely die off—when nothing remains but a pile of ash—the prayer ends. ]
[ Then—as though he were somehow alerted to your presence, or maybe he already knew where you were before—he turns to you, several more blades in one hand.
Are you:
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she remains frozen in place at the sight of the figures, the scene before her - startling not in its incomprehensibility but rather the polar opposite, chilling down to the bone entirely because she is able to glean an understanding of what's transpired -
to be thawed only as the voice, unmistakable, penetrates through, connects with the glimpse of hair she sees as he turns to face her - ]
I -
[ am not tongue-tied, exactly, but uncertain of how to begin; her fingers curl idle into the fabric of her clothes, recognizable for whatever reason as a nun's habit, ]
. . . Are you alright...?
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Re: disclaimer: may not be sexy. i will give my very best attempt
Re: disclaimer: may not be sexy. i will give my very best attempt
Re: disclaimer: may not be sexy. i will give my very best attempt
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idk what i am doing please bear with me
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[There's a dark room, the windows covered over by curtains. There was no light save for candles adorning the walls. The walls are painted with blood, as are the floors, in great red streaks. Ren can be found in the center of the room, clinging to a faceless girl, dark brown curls flowing down her back and shoulders. She was drinking her fill without stopping, blood smeared everywhere - on the faceless girl's clothes, her skin, and staining Ren's lips and chin.
Eventually she might look up to see who is there, but for now she drinks and drinks.]
I'm so thirsty... so thirsty.
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is this the House...?
Is that Ren.......?
He's staying close to the wall for now]
...Ren? Is that you?
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[ You're in Grand Chapel of the Moonlit Church - in the land where the moon shines eternal.
In front of you is an elaborate altar, covered with offerings. While there's some gold and precious gemstones, most of it is food, clothing, and various arts and crafts. It's all strewn around rather haphazardly, distracting from the majesty of the altar and the person sitting on a velvet pillow on top of it - the Goddess Luna, glowing with radiant divine light.
She's staring at you, a pleasant smile on her face. Her tail's even wagging - she just seems really happy to see you? ]
Ah, my loyal servant! I'm so glad you came to visit!
2) GODDESS OF JUSTICE
[ Alternatively you're somewhere, on some battlefield - beat up, bloody, and being straddled by Luna who's equally as beat up - scales cover a larger portion of her face than normal, her eyes are slit and her gaze is more bestial and furious. Her bow lies broken somewhere behind her, but she doesn't need it - she has an arrow in her hand, pressed to your throat like a knife.
She pants heavily before speaking, skin not covered dirt and grime red as her scales are, as her tail thumps heavily against the ground. ]
Any -- last words, you vermin?
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just a hair too slow with the gun still clutched in her right hand. she tilts her chin up, attempting to lean back from the sharp edge of the arrow. ]
Not going to make any demands of me?
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