This Time Even Dreamier (VIII)

[wotanon]

[traumatic memories sometimes make you thirsty ok

List what you are open/not open to in your top levels, please and thank!]

[[SFW post here]]

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CW siscon mentions, possibly excessive gore

[romanticlove]

[It wasn’t trauma that made her thirst, but longing. Desire. Desire for that warmth and the taste of sweet nectar on her tongue. Blood dripped down her chin, not quite touching her thin clothes. The fabric was opaque and left nothing to imagination.

In this dream she is a beast of lust. Can you satisfy her thirst? Can anyone ever be as sweet as her sister?]

Let me have a taste, okay?

dubcon breathplay baybeyyyy

[weenwoon]

(OOC: open to literally everything fuck me up fam)

[Levity might not have gotten fucked up memories this time around, but boy does he have a wagonload of hearts trauma left over! Very specific heart trauma, too.

Who knows how you found your way into the dream, but when you do - there is an ocean of wild oats around you, moving as though under nonexistant wind. The sky is nothing but darkness, and you yourself...

You find yourself straddling Levity, who's lying down in the grass, looking up at you with fear but a kind of anticipation as well, his face flushed and eyes wide. Your hands are around his throat, gripping tight enough that he can't quite speak, and--you're angry with him, aren't you? He's done something, even if you can't quite remember what it was, but it certainly made you furious at the time. He deserves a lesson, doesn't he?

Go on. Grip tighter.]

(OOC........... 2!!! HMU with a wildcard if you want a different brand of horny.)

i'm a vampire and so can you!: the dream

[selfpreservationist]

[it doesn't matter how you've found yourself here--wherever 'here' is. a room, a bed. it doesn't matter.

what matters is the warm body underneath yours. raven is sprawled out beneath you, his shirt torn open to reveal the expanse of his pale neck, veins rich with blood along that ivory column. his tattoos curl along his skin, up his chest and along his shoulder, framing his neck like blades of black grass. you can feel the blood pumping through him, and as you realize that you can feel the weight of sharp fangs pressing against your upper lip.

raven is panting softly as he watches you, one of his arms bound up above his head by--shadows? it doesn't matter. but you can see fangs peeking out from behind his parted lips, his eyes sharp and expectant. you have the upper hand for now--but, who knows what could happen next?]

CW: masochism, violence, maybe self-harm, will add as needed

[1istheloneliest]

[you're in what seems to be a boxing ring/caged arena made for a fight. it's hot and there are bright lights shining down on you. beyond that could be an audience but all you can see are shadows. on the dusty ground in front of you lies Hardy. he's already battered and bruised and bleeding. his chest is heaving and his clothes are torn. definitely hurt but he's conscious and seems... strangely titillated? he hasn't gotten back up yet but standing over him you can hear him growl the word:]

More.

[failedsafe]

1) [You're in an open riad, the stars glitter up above. There are old-fashioned lamps and lanterns but they aren't lit by fire, but some sort of bioluminescence.

There are no flowers.

But there are plants abundant in pots. Nice. Neat. Contained.

Lily is in the tiled pool, gliding through the water, her hair a cloudy contrail, until she comes to the end of it sitting on the steps.]

The water is amazing!

2) [Not far off is an area of low seats and pillows. Pillows everywhere and many, many light drapes in cool colours with splashes of red. Lily is dressed in a wrap around bralette and a very long skirt with very high slits along their sides. She is bedecked in silver and white gold jewellery in purple accents and her hair is braided in a high tail tied with a patterned silk ribbon. The air is pleasantly warm and smells of cinnamon, oranges, vanilla and lightly of cloves.

She is splayed in an elegant arrangement of more pillows, but in a way that gives them more importance. She reaches an arm out, her many bracelets chiming against in other with the motion.]

Welcome.