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▶ TDM OVERFLOW .001
▶ Lisa Frank's LSD Fun House
anytime, anywhere on the moon Iris | top
Everything is darkness except for dim lights sparkling in the distance, a faint gleam that greets you as you start to unfurl from your dormant state. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. Throat parched and skin dry and aching, you grope your body in alarm to make sure your possessions are still in place. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers only rewards you with an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.
▶ Camp Nowhere
anytime, anywhere on the moon iris | top
Time moves strangely when you're trapped on a moon with no sun to guide you. Hours feel like days, and days feel like weeks. Travelling has rendered you weak and tired. Luckily, a few crystal formations in the shape of a cavern may offer you a small place refuge as you decide to nap. You notice a few artifacts left over from previous explorers.
▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble
prisma, iris | top
Over a day has passed when a group of people find you worse for wear. Some are full of uncertainty and fear while some are full of curiosity and excitement. They claim that they are scientists from the planet Prismatica here to investigate the sudden appearances of rainbow crystals in the skies. That means you and the others they’ve located within the area. You are all a surprising find to them, and they are quick to load everyone in their transport vehicles for examination and questioning.
You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why are the pegasi so ill-tempered? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They do have questions on their own, so it’s only fair to trade. They tell you about their world as they poke and prod you, trying to understand what you are and how you came into their land. If they’re not trembling in fear, some of them may ask you odd and invasive questions in return, such as what the rate at which your body achieves thermoregulation is, how long your refractory period is, and if you would be willing to submit various kinds of body fluids to them. It's up to whether you wish to comply or protest.
▶ Wildcard
Lunatia, Prismatica | top
It only takes a couple hours for the ships to reach their home planet. The ships drop the characters off at the city of Lunatia, where they will be given their communication devices and a plastic card they can present to certain landlords at any residential district for their subsidized (read: absolutely free) lodging. Officials at Prisma instructed the newcomers to await further instructions from the government, but you have a lot of time to kill before then. Why not explore in the meantime? Learn the ins and outs of the world, get a job, transform under the full moon, and explore the many mysteries of planet Prismatica!
This is this TDM's overflow. Feel free to move your threads from there and continue tagging!
anytime, anywhere on the moon Iris | top
Everything is darkness except for dim lights sparkling in the distance, a faint gleam that greets you as you start to unfurl from your dormant state. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. Throat parched and skin dry and aching, you grope your body in alarm to make sure your possessions are still in place. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers only rewards you with an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.
A ⬤ As you traverse the near-barren landscape, you feel something sting your skin. It's small and subtle at first, then you finally catch sight of it: an elegant, crystalline mosquito buzzing around from the corner of your eye. However, a pest is still a pest. After a while, marks near your welts begin to form strange patterns on your skin, mimicking ancient runes. Each rune has with it a particular side-effect that may hinder you on your journey:✾ The Mark of the Enchanter: Hallucinations, hallucinations galore. Your character will see everything and anything their imagination can conjure and will have difficulty separating reality from fiction.
₪ The Mark of the Destroyer: Limbs start to cease their function, causing you to stumble or try and get around one-handed. Other certain body parts may be affected as well. Look at the bright side: you can stop worrying about jiggle physics and hiding your fear boner.
⍢ The Mark of the Sinner: Your hunger, your thirst, your fatigue and your desire are at an all-time high. Your impulses are rabid and uncontrollable. Maybe you experience only one of those symptoms. Maybe you experience them all. All you know is that you want relief now.
These effects will eventually clear up with a bit of accidental or purposeful physical contact with another person, making you wonder if there was anything wrong with you at all.
B ⬤ Hunger starts to gnaw at you vigorously. Perhaps you consider hunting the moon's creatures to sate your hunger. That's when you see it: a thick, meaty, juicy meal on legs.No, we're not talking about Alex Louis Armstrong. A wild silver-white pegasus runs across the purple landscape, its hair billowing in the wind as its hooves smack loudly against the ground. Try and shoot it, and you may find your efforts curtailed by its legendary rage. Eyes aglow and wings beating up a storm, this pegasus is no dainty horse. Two thousand pounds of pure muscle swoop down and charge at you, all blades and ammunition deflecting off its impenetrable skin. Taming appears impossible; it will buck anyone away and leave a sizable horn- or hoof-shaped hole in them for their efforts. Hunting it, however, should be easier. Relatively.
C ⬤ Or you may decide that you'd like to take a drink in the prismatic waters. A small pond can be found just a few miles away from where you first awoke, but gazing into it reflects what appears to be a window into your own world. You see the faces of loved ones or at least someone very close and familiar to you gathered around your prone body, shaking it frantically as though to try and rouse you, yet your image lies frozen and unresponsive, not even a whisper of life running through you. Did you die in your world? Is this your afterlife? The questions start to pile up along with the gnawing dread that you may never return home again.
▶ Camp Nowhere
anytime, anywhere on the moon iris | top
Time moves strangely when you're trapped on a moon with no sun to guide you. Hours feel like days, and days feel like weeks. Travelling has rendered you weak and tired. Luckily, a few crystal formations in the shape of a cavern may offer you a small place refuge as you decide to nap. You notice a few artifacts left over from previous explorers.
D ⬤ A comm unit abandoned within the cavern will display the former owner's idol obsession. As you tap the buttons indiscriminately, a holographic screen will appear, and you will see a fabulous recorded concert featuring three bubbly young ladies in animal print, singing to you about something called Cordis, a cat, and a bag of gems. Does this make any sense to you? Probably not, but the beat is catchy. You may even find yourself tapping a foot along to it. Don’t worry. We know it’s plastic love.
E ⬤ There's a small cooler-like container of preserved powdered food bags labeled with only the word “Edible” that can be safely consumed. Although the powder tastes as bland as you’d expect, it’s oddly filling, sating either hunger or thirst. But who will be the first — and the bravest — to try eating them?
F ⬤ A strange, pointed instrument is among the effects found in the cavern. It's silver, long, and thin with a curved end and a light. When you grip it with warm hands, it seems to vibrate enthusiastically and comes in three settings indicated by a frowny face, a neutral face, and a happy face. What could it mean exactly? No one knows, but you can fiddle with it to your heart's desire. Just don't ask yourself where it's been before. You don't want to know.
▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble
prisma, iris | top
Over a day has passed when a group of people find you worse for wear. Some are full of uncertainty and fear while some are full of curiosity and excitement. They claim that they are scientists from the planet Prismatica here to investigate the sudden appearances of rainbow crystals in the skies. That means you and the others they’ve located within the area. You are all a surprising find to them, and they are quick to load everyone in their transport vehicles for examination and questioning.
You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why are the pegasi so ill-tempered? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They do have questions on their own, so it’s only fair to trade. They tell you about their world as they poke and prod you, trying to understand what you are and how you came into their land. If they’re not trembling in fear, some of them may ask you odd and invasive questions in return, such as what the rate at which your body achieves thermoregulation is, how long your refractory period is, and if you would be willing to submit various kinds of body fluids to them. It's up to whether you wish to comply or protest.
G ⬤ If you react violently, you will be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. They came prepared, so have fun with that! In any case, conscious or not, you’ll be brought into one of the transport vehicles. If you choose to peacefully cooperate, you’ll be provided any necessary first aid and a refreshing drink to help you recuperate after the rough time you had for the past few days. Each transport vehicle has a few small rooms to rest in, but due to the limited space, you’ll have to snuggle up with someone else on that bunk bed. Unfortunately, the moonshine fruit the ship is also carrying in its cargo has an extremely sweet smell that’s been permeating through certain areas of the ventilation system… Taking a whiff of it may inebriate you for the rest of the trip.
H ⬤ It’s a bumpy ride as terrain vehicles draw over various crystal formations until you see a large dome-like structure up ahead. Within its confines lies the seat of the Prismatica's government, Prisma. It’s a bureaucratic wet dream: skyscrapers practically touch the upper surface of the dome, windows glimmer with a prismatic sheen as daylight hits them, and small ships can be seen flying to and from its spaceport. The scientists, members of the Lunar Scientia, usher you into their facilities for tests. Arrivals are likely to twitch, tremble, and panic as Lunar Scientia fellows take and broadcast every embarrassing, unfiltered detail about you — height, weight, age, strange odors, estimated frequency of sexual activity —- to one another. These scientists will ask you politely to undress, too, but understand if you don't want to. They're especially fascinated by the readings of pure Chroma inside you, whispering among one another excitedly about the possibility of the new arrivals being a new moon species. What should they call them? Moonborne? Moonblessed?
I ⬤ At long last, the questions and physical examinations are done. They’ve decided to call the arrivals as the Moonblessed. They’ll take you under their care until they understand more about you. You're allowed a very refreshing hot shower and a warm meal for your efforts. Don’t worry, the meal was imported from their planet. “Planet?” you might ask, but you won’t need to wonder for too long. The ships are preparing for their next destination: the nearby planet Prismatica, where you will be dwelling for the time being. You're free to explore the government center until then.
▶ Wildcard
Lunatia, Prismatica | top
It only takes a couple hours for the ships to reach their home planet. The ships drop the characters off at the city of Lunatia, where they will be given their communication devices and a plastic card they can present to certain landlords at any residential district for their subsidized (read: absolutely free) lodging. Officials at Prisma instructed the newcomers to await further instructions from the government, but you have a lot of time to kill before then. Why not explore in the meantime? Learn the ins and outs of the world, get a job, transform under the full moon, and explore the many mysteries of planet Prismatica!
This is this TDM's overflow. Feel free to move your threads from there and continue tagging!
Homura | Senran Kagura
(A)
[ Damn it damn it damn it. What the hell was going on? Last thing Homura remembered she was sitting down in an alleyway with the rest of the Crimson Squad, idly chatting about how they were going to procure enough money for food that night. Between that moment and her awakening is only a white void. She remembers the odd looking crystals, and how frantically she was grasping around to make sure her swords were in place. All six of her standard blades were there but...
Where was Engetsuka? Where was her family heirloom? The only thing she still had from her parents and it was gone... This is what produces the current Homura that stomps her way forward as she darts her eyes from left to right. At first it might seem like she's surveying the land to get a better look at it, but in reality she's just trying to find the one (or ones) responsible for this. ]
Hey, you bastard or... bastards! You better come the hell out right now- ... Hnn?
[ What interrupts Homura's rage driven shouting is a unique looking bug that flutters over from the corner of her eye. It was an interesting looking crystalline thing but she doesn't get very long to admire it. Instead she looks down at her arms and notices the weird looking markings appear which puts her on her guard. ]
Like hell I'm just gonna sit here! Shinobi- ... Hwah?!
[ With an undignified yelp Homura ceases shoving her hand down into her shirt to grasp onto her Secret Ninja Art Scroll and falls face first down onto the ground.
...She can't move.
Why can't she move?
What you'll eventually come across is either a very angry Homura flopping around like a fish out of water, or an exhausted Homura who now does her best to dig her nails into the ground and claw harshly enough to drag her body along. If you come across the first instance, she'll just keep on cursing, but as soon as she catches sight of you during the second she'll speak while trying her best to look up at you, inappropriate or not. ]
H-Hey, uh... little help here...?
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(B)
[ You know the list of things people wouldn't normally expect to see upon being nabbed against their will would be a young girl wielding six blades like claws and zipping through the air as she repeatedly clashes with a large, hefty pegasus. No matter how many times Homura gets blasted back she just finds a surface to jump off and goes in for another attack.
Not only that, but there's no rage painted on her face. Instead she's... smiling? She's enjoying it? She rings out battle cry after battle cry, though curses each time none of her blades seem to hit their mark. You could speak up or get involved during the match OR you could wait... because eventually this battle turns into a fierce staring contest before the pegasus opens it's wings and charges Homura as fast and violently as possible.
She's able to get out of the way well enough, but as soon as she peeks at you from the corner of her eyes she rushes in an attempt to football tackle you out of the way. Does it work? Does it make things worse? Do you notice how loudly she screams 'DUMBASS, GET OUT OF THE WAY!'? The choice is yours. ]
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(C)
[ Homura's intention was to just get a drink from the pond, but as she drops to her knees and moves to cup her hands down in the water she feels her breath catch in her throat.
'...Hikage? Yomi? Haruka? What's going on-'
Not only do they attempt to rouse Homura's prone body, but even the small, child-like Mirai walks over and seems about ready to cry as she beats harshly on the tanned shinobi's chest. ]
...Oi. This can't be real. You've gotta be shittin' me...
[ Homura speaks to absolutely no one as she grips at her own knees that she's become seated upon. She feels her eyes vibrate and all of her rage get replaced by dread, which gets followed by clenched fingers and grit teeth. ]
What the hell... What the hell... This can't be real- It's gotta be fake!
[ Angrily Homura starts grabbing whatever small rocks she can get her hands on and starts tossing them into the water. When that doesn't work, she lets out what sounds like an anguished scream and leaps into the water so she can punch at it. That image ripples but doesn't go away no matter how many times she punches...
...And is that just pond water that's starting to dribble out of her eyes as she denies what's in front of her? ]
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▶ INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE
(G)
L-Like hell I'm gonna tell you that! You all seem to know a lot, so if you're not gonna tell me how I got here then I'll just have to convince you--!!
[ Tough words, but it gets Homura nowhere. As soon as she brandishes her blades she is beset upon and although she fights a few off the numbers game isn't in her favor and the sensation of that agent through her spine is ticklish but fast acting. Thump, she's out like a light and much easier to carry into the transport vehicle. Sadly they also confiscate those swords of hers. Can't go giving someone potentially crazy bladed objects all willy nilly!
She gets deposited in one of the rooms and ends up waking up to that sweet smell. As she shifts to a seated position she bumps shoulders with someone, and peeks right over at your character with way more of an erotic look in her eyes than she intends and a flush to her cheeks. ]
H-Haah...? Who the... hell're you...?
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▶ WILDCARD
[ Got an idea? Go for it and I'll respond no matter what it may be! There are two quick addendums that I'd like to get out of the way however-
1. Things have an opportunity to get biz-zay. You have been warned.
2. Homura is 17, and can very easily be aged up to 18 if necessary.
3. As far as permissions and whatnot may go, everything is fair game to happen to Homura so long as it doesn't reach extreme violence/gore levels. As far as kinks are concerned, so long as it's nothing too hardcore (no vore/gore/noncon/etc.) I'm alright with it. When in doubt, ask!
4. If you've got any questions, inquiries, concerns, etc. you are free to hmu here, in a PM, or send me a PP over @
A!
Of course!
[ He made his way over rather quickly, kneeling down beside her to offer a hand. She didn't seem to be able to move anything, Germany frowning. ]
Can you take my hand and we'll see if we can get you to your feet...?
[ He was certainly concerned but that didn't stop him from trying to offer a reassuring, yet awkward smile. After all these years he still didn't quite have the 'smile' thing down... ]