prismaticrap | ▶ TDM .015

Entry tags:

CW: Contains potential body horror in Prompt D.

You awaken amidst the darkness with only a faint light to greet you. 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. After an hour or two of wandering through the crystal wilderness, a group of people find you worse for wear. They are the gallant Moon Knights from the planet of Prismatica. Because of the strange phenomena during the past months when scientists observed the sudden appearance of rainbow crystals in the sky, the government has been feverishly combing through the moon for more Moonblessed to be rescued. You’ll eventually be brought into Iris’s moon government center.

You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They tell you about their world and about the first appearance of the Moonblessed as the medical staff give you an examination to make sure you’re not carrying any viruses or biological hazards. If you react violently, you may be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. Once the examinations are over, you’re informed that you will be provided accommodations on their planet during your stay. You will then be escorted to the docks, and led onto a large transport vessel that makes frequent trips back and forth between the Iris moon and the planet. Faces onboard vary from both old and new Moonblessed as well as the local Prismals.

The next destination: Prismatica.

▶ Welcome to the Jungle
Iris Moon, Government Center (Arrival) and Planet Prismatica, City of Lunatia | top

Welcome to Prismatica’s hub, Lunatia, the city of your dreams! A bustling metropolis lush with bright lights, vibrant colors, luxuriant plant life, and all the conveniences of technology absent from your own world… It seems like paradise to all the uninitiated. After a quick tour of the city, new arrivals can find themselves getting cozy in their new homes.

A Settle in your new home at Level 2 to find new roommates and say hello to your neighbors! City officials will give you directions to the designated districts across Level 2 and instruct you to pick out a unit. Each apartment complex has a different aesthetic, some may look cozy, some stylish, and some bizarre. The free accommodations have a basic living space that can only fit two or three people at most in one unit.

Starter Chromaspace furnishings are provided which can be controlled with the touch of a built-in panel. Examples are color-changing curtains, transforming sofa beds, cabinets turning into tables, etc. Customizing your apartment or moving out will have to wait until you earn more chroma. Until then, why don’t you check out your new neighborhood or explore the city levels? Maybe your new roommates or neighbors can give you a “hand” with allowance for dinner.

▶ My Anaconda Don’t-
Inari Highway, Amegahara | top

As promised by Lord Bairen, the leader of Amegahara, the route between the cities of Amegahara and Lunatia has been completed. The Inari Highway will improve both travel time and security, letting the Moon Knights deal with any potential threats in a more efficient manner. With the Oracles of the Sinless having cropped up a second time last month, the timing of its completion couldn’t have been more perfect.

Shortly after the Inari Highway’s opening, the Moonblessed are invited to come. Using the highway, attending Moonblessed can quickly and securely traverse the Nothing to personally witness the impact of their Chroma through their stay so far on Prismatica.

Upon entering the glass tunnels of Inari Highway, the glass first displays images of the Nothing before the Moonblessed’s arrival. It was entirely bereft of any life, and only gigantic monsters roamed the barren land. Then the images on the glass walls vanish to reveal the sudden miraculous growth of plant life, astonishing the entire planet.

Scientists at Amegahara have been hard at work testing the Nothing’s capacity to support life. They have determined that a constant and heavy flow of Chroma is required to maintain the baby ecosystem in the Nothing. Otherwise, the existing plant and animal life will die before reaching full growth. The Moonblessed are encouraged to support this endeavor.

B At the greenhouses across Inari Highway, you will find multiple rows of wildflower sprouts and small trees planted near solar panels. In order to help them grow quicker, veteran Moonblessed already know what to do. And if they don’t, Prismals have stitched together some floral “Get Along” t-shirts for this very purpose. These shirts can fit up to two people inside them, making moonlacing practically unavoidable. Everyone will be rewarded trying these out, as the shirts have a built-in feature that amplifies the release of Chroma.

Other activities that can be performed to aid the plants include measuring chemical quantities in the soil, trimming dying leaves and petals, pulling weeds, chasing away bugs, and watering the plants using the Anaconda 5000.

The Anaconda 5000 was created with the same state-of-the-art technology as everyone’s favorite Raging Hydra 5000. This thick and heavy talking snakehead device requires a little love and tenderness to get it started. It will not be shy in giving instructions. The user must vigorously caress its sides to make it spew water. The more firm and powerful the touch, the more water it will release everywhere. However, should you and your friends go overboard with your ministrations, the Anaconda 5000 will promptly explode and set off sprinklers, drenching everyone in the greenhouse, which is bad news for them unless they want a wet t-shirt party.

▶ Beez in the Trap
Amegahara and Lunatia | top

With all the new flowers blooming at the edge of the Nothing, pollen is in the air, attracting a rare type of insect known as the Viscosus Bee. Huge honeycombs will start appearing around both Amegahara and Lunatia, their size and numbers growing rapidly by the hour. The cities will be abuzz about these bees — literally!

A public advisory by the Lunar Scientiae appears: please exercise extreme caution when walking by open spaces, especially around parks, farms, gardens, and anywhere else that has flowers. Better check that nice bouquet of yours before giving it to someone. Chances are that you’ll meet the bees right in their trap!

C Lots of bees means lots of honey. Giant globules of the sticky stuff drip and fall on innocent bystanders, practically gluing them together. Unbeknownst to many, the Viscosus Bee is known for producing the stickiest kind of honey across the galaxy. It will take more than nail polish remover to pry yourselves off each other! Thankfully, there is a special type of lubricant that can help those who are trapped — one that local news stations will tell you repeatedly to stock up on. Local pleasure emporiums will be selling this “Slippery When Wet” brand of lubricant at an affordable price. What you lose in dignity purchasing it, you gain in helping yourself and maybe a new friend.

▶ Flower Power
Amegahara and Lunatia | top

As the weeks pass, you may notice some strange gradient discoloration on the tips of your fingers, and your veins (or wires) have gradually turned green. It’s certainly a peculiar affliction. Even stranger, a light touch like simply brushing against another’s shoulder will discolor parts of their body as well.

All becomes clear when three moons finally appear: everyone affected will not transform according to their usual Moonblessing. Instead, you find vines and leaves growing along your body. Flowers sprout from open cuts, between your lips, out of your eyes, through any available orifice on your body, or in place of certain limbs. You are not too different from a walking plant.

D Your emotions towards others will also cause certain flowers to spontaneously burst out of you as soon as you exchange words with them. What do these flowers mean? Well, if you ask the Amegaharans nicely, they may give you a few guides to let you know, or you can check your local library.

Otherwise, you will be left to try and guess on your own as your body slowly germinates itself in front of others. This effect will naturally wear off once the three moons disappear.

Scientists at Amegahara will later postulate that the phenomenon originated from some of the intense cross-breeding of the plants in their greenhouses, which had released unconventional spores that had attached themselves to the Moonblessed and spread about.

However, they will assure you it’s nothing to be alarmed about. Just another hiccup in the name of science! The effects will be completely gone soon.

▶ Questions

If you have any questions regarding this test drive meme, please ask them in the Questions thread below.

WHO CAN POST? ▶ Test drive memes are for new characters only. Existing players may not post starter threads in the test drime meme. However, current players are more than welcome to use these prompts for their own posts in the IC communities, personal inboxes, catch-all posts, etc.!

IS THIS CANON? ▶ As our test drive memes are game canon, feel free to keep any threads that happen here as canon for your character should they be accepted.

DO I HAVE TO PARTICIPATE? ▶ As always, all content is optional. You do not have to be affected by any of the prompts if you wish to opt out.

AMEGAHARA ▶ With the opening of Inari Highway, the city may now be permanently accessed. You may travel freely between Lunatia and Amegahara anytime. Refer to this announcement for more details.

FLOWER POWER ▶ As always, the severity of effect is up to you. You may choose to have minor effects and only have one flower grow on any desired body part.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Guilt takes a backseat for now. Later...Later they will chastise themselves and wonder what had caused this break in judgement.

For now, he's enjoying being touched and kissed and nails running down his back, dragging a low growl from him as he answers, arching into the kiss to his chest.

Now it's his turn to stalk after Thranduil, eyes bright and hungry as they rove over the Elven King's body. He stops, not quite touching, hands moving to rest on the table on either side of the other elf's hips. ]

Yes.

{The robes come off smoothly, the silks making a special swish as they crumple to the ground. He pauses when his upper half is bare, drawing one of Maglor's hands to the ties on his trousers. Said ties lace right over a noticeable bulge and he gives him a slow smile.}

You have to help. I won't do this alone, Fëanorian.

{In the mean time, he steals another kiss, tugging those perfect lips between his teeth. His tongue tastes eagerly, teasingly, his breath hot.}

Edited 2020-05-30 08:52 (UTC)

[ So fancy. Maglor watches as pale, perfect skin is revealed, the tug of a hand has him smile as it's guided where Thranduil wants the help. But it's a playful, teasing smile, and he purposely brushes over that bulge with the back of his fingers. ]

This is not meant to be a solitary act, Elven King. I would have thought you aware of this fact.

[ He hums into the kiss and parts his lips to answer that teasing tongue, pressing closer as he slowly tugs the laces loose with one hand, the other reaching for Thranduil's hand to guide it to the ties to his own trousers. Covering an equally noticeable bulge.

Then both hands move to dip under the waistline of Thranduil's loosened trousers, touching, exploring bare skin before even pushing the cloth down to the floor. ]

{Too fancy for the current activity! He is glad to be rid of the robe, but the trousers are constricting him. His eagerness to be done with them - to be touched - is illustrated with a jerk of his hips against Maglor's hand.}

I remember...distantly...

{It has been a long time. While their tongues caress and duel, he too tugs at laces, moaning when he finds the bulge. He cups Maglor through the fabric and then, when the trousers are loose enough, he sneaks his fingers under the waistline, mirroring the other Elf as he explores by touch.

But the trousers are in the way. Thranduil is an Elf of action and he pushes down Maglor's trousers, breaking the kiss to get his first sight of him.

Even that is perfect. Shuddering, cheeks pink, he runs his fingers along the shaft in admiration.}

[ His chuckle is low and breathless at the jerking of hips and answer.

A length of time he understands intimately. Maglor groans into the kiss at the hand cupping him, feeling his body burn just a little hotter with desire. He has no problem with the action the other elf takes after a moment, when impatience gets the better of him.

The loss of that kiss draws a quiet whimper before he flushes and takes the opportunity to get his own first look. Only for long, strong fingers to run over his shaft, making it leap and quiver wantonly as he shudders. He rests one hand back on the table on one side of Thranduil and focuses on returning the delicious sensation. Exploring where he'd never thought to again, with anyone.

He leans in to steal another kiss, finding himself eager for more. ]

{Somehow, almost magically, he rids himself of his boots and trousers. The last thing that must be removed is the silver circlet on his brow and he sets it aside with a little more care. Then he gladly returns to exploring his discovery, eyes bright and each of his kisses fiery with pent-up passion.

The hand on him makes him feel like thrusting and melting, but he restrains himself with a groan. He moves around the table, walking backwards, and he relies completely on his senses to guide him to the bedroom.

To guide them to the bedroom. Thranduil delights in how flushed and ready Maglor appears and he drags him onto the bed at long last, kissing along his jawline and up to a sensitive ear.}

I like taking hold of you. {He admits, voice drunk with desire. His hand finds Maglor's shaft again and he strokes him slowly. That is not a part that does well with teeth and nails.}

Edited 2020-05-30 09:41 (UTC)

[ Careful Thranduil, Maglor might get the idea you've done this more recently~ But they are nothing if not graceful, aren't they? He holds himself back when Thranduil sets his circlet down, silent but aching for the return of those hands.

The groan has him smirk, cocky and delighted at the pleasure he's giving. Far better than pain. He hardly needs encouragement to follow the other elf, nearly walking in step to avoid needing to let go, to stop his explorations of the other's body.

Only to let out a breathless chuckle as he's dragged onto the bed, kisses trailing along jaw and up to an ear to make him shudder, eyes half-closing as he props himself over the other. It's worth it to lose the ready ability to touch, he thinks. Up on his hands and knees on either side of Thranduil's handsome, perfect body. Hair loose around them. ]

Who better than you to hold my leash?

[ The tone draws another quiet little whine from his throat, and the slow strokes have him trembling. Open and malleable to Thranduil's wishes. ]

I will fasten it here... {His lips part and he bites playfully at Maglor's throat, lavishing the marks with open-mouthed kisses. They look like Light and Shadow when they are tangled on the bed and he gives the other a genuine smile - one born of mischievous joy. He runs his fingers through the dark strands, sighing over how they contrast perfectly with Maglor's skin.}

Something soft at first unless you are naughty. {He likes the idea of wrapping silk around Maglor. His eyes darken and he gives him a softer kiss, whispering against his lips:}

We need oil. If this place is so desperate for chroma, I expect there will be some in that drawer.

{Right beside the bed. Maglor only has to stretch out a hand to reach it.}

[ He draws in a shuddering breath at the playful bite - the kisses giving the light intent behind it away, and tips his head away in invitation for more. Fingers through his hair have him shiver before he's back for that softer kiss, answer it just as sweetly. ]

Promises, promises...

[ Contrasts in symmetry. Balanced. Both wounded in spirit and yet stubborn enough to hold to life. The comment has Maglor hum before pressing a kiss to Thranduil's chest, but then he stretches a hand out to open the drawer, drawing his gaze away from the other elf for the first time since this whole thing began. But only long enough to find the jar of oil. He sits back on his heels and opens it, sniffing it curiously - but also to make sure it's a pleasant scent rather than anything that might be offensive.

He smiles and dips a couple fingers into the fluid and reaches out to wipe them over the other's chest, teasing but also to share the light pine scent with the wood elf. ]

Acceptable?

{Maglor will have more than he bargained for when Thranduil bites at a place just under his jawline. He sucks on the skin intently, leaving behind a bruise. No one will be able to tell who marked the musical Elf, but they will know; they will remember.

His eyes lid and his lips tingle when the air brushes against them. He is loathe to part from the other, but without oil, they will quickly run into...complications. They are, after all, undeniably male.}

I never make promises I can't keep.

{Watching Maglor inspect the oil is rather...charming. Thranduil rests his hands on Maglor's thighs - so strong from his many travels - and he laughs lowly. He arches his back, the scent of pine unmistakable and he can almost - almost - close his eyes and imagine he is home. But if he closes his eyes, he won't be able to enjoy the delicious bounty that is the naked Fëanorian straddling him.}

Yes. Now we must make a choice...

{He rests a hand on Maglor's cheek, expression intense.}

Who is on the bottom?

[ The mark draws a throaty groan of approval. He'll bear these marks just as proudly as any other, but only smile should someone have the gall to ask who had made them.

His body shivers at the distance, even knowing it will be brief - and he's not disappointed when strong hands settle on his thighs. And Thranduil's answer has him smile again, trusting it to be fact. The smile softens when he watches the other's reaction to the scent. The laugh runs through him like water, making his breath catch.

Hand on his cheek, the question. Both have his eyes flutter closed as he swallows, then reopen to stare just as intently back. ]

I thought it clear...I give myself to you.

{The groan vibrates through him, settling in his groin. He needs to mark Maglor more, clearly, if he receives such a response! His breathing hitches at the scent of pine - forests have been his haven since he can remember. The scent of the trees is part of his soul at this point, so of course he is drawn to the oil.

Someone must know him well to have placed it there.

Thranduil tries to ignore Maglor's charm with all his might, but then what he sensed is confirmed. He has been given many gifts - many of them so valuable that they are irreplaceable - yet this is...new. Grabbing the oil, he rolls them, tucking Maglor beneath him, his gaze quizzical.}

Why?

[ Clearly.

Maglor settles on his back after Thranduil changes their positions. Legs spread, knees bent and bare feet flat on the bed. Body as ready as can be, if not slicked with the oil that will ease the way. At Thranduil's mercy, but he feels it only appropriate.

His lips quirk at the confused word. There's almost a sad quality to his smile, to his eyes. ]

I am Feanorion. I have taken and murdered, kidnapped and stolen. I find it a sort of poetic justice for you, who have lost so much because of me and my kin, to have me however you wish.

{The supplication is not what he would expect from a proud, fiery Fëanorian. But he doesn't need to hear anymore. Dipping his fingers in oil, he sets the jar beside them and presses the digits into Maglor, stretching him. Golden strands fall over his strong shoulders and he claims the other Elf's lips in a hard, demanding kiss.}

You might not dislike it.

{Which he secretly prefers even if part of him wants to cause him pain. Pain is justice, right?}

That depends upon you, doesn't it?

[ Thranduil could be as rough as he likes, and yet he takes the time to slick his fingers and prepare Maglor. He answers that hard kiss in kind, fingers threading into pale hair to tug the other elf down closer as he wills his body to relax and open to the stretching. ]

{Yes, all of this is literally in his hands. Yet he still prepares Maglor, driving his fingers as deep as they will go. Then he uses more oil on his now throbbing arousal, pushing himself in without a warning. It will hurt, but they have both known worse pain. The fingers in his hair and the sudden tightness surrounding him have him moaning and, strangely, he grabs hold of Maglor, his nails digging into his hips.}

[ The depth those long fingers reach has him arch with a gasp. But he also isn't about to let them stop now. Thranduil slicks himself up and pushes in, but Maglor is right there to meet him, snapping his hips up to drag the elven king's cock deep and hard. He hisses with the burn of quick, unfamiliar penetration and pants for breath. Nails digging into flesh have him retaliate with a hard clench around the length buried in him.

Clearly, Maglor Feaniorion wants more. And isn't ashamed or afraid to demand it. ]

{He is in no position to deny him - or to deny himself. Maglor's enthusiasm is matched and Thranduil pulls almost free of him before thrusting himself forward. His body sings at the sensation - as if nothing else could be more right in the world - and he kisses Maglor breathlessly, fiercely, bruising his lips and biting down his throat and his chest. He wants him and it is completely illogical.}

So this is what you hunger for!

{He could be talking to himself too, but he likes taunting Maglor. He likes hearing his voice in response; said voice sends shivers down his spine.}

Edited 2020-05-31 03:22 (UTC)

[ Why deny when one can enjoy~? Maglor laughs into the fierce kisses before letting his head drop back to invite those bites as he keeps snapping his hips up to meet those maddening thrusts.

Passion doesn't have to make sense. It doesn't need to be logical. And this? Pure animalistic need that they seem only able to answer in each other. He tugs on pale strands of hair and turns a fierce grin down at his new lover. ]

Your appetite is quite demanding as well!

I blame you. {He manages to sound haughty - though breathless - and that is quite the feat! Maglor feels absurdly good and each time Thranduil pulls out of him, he craves to be back inside. Whimpering against the strong chest beneath his lips, he glances up, his hips moving relentlessly. Smoothly. His lips are parted too and reddened from their wild kisses.}

You ignited it and now you must help conclude it! {He buries both hands in Maglor's hair, groaning at the soft strands wrapping around his fingers. Why is everything about this Elf so perfect?}

Edited 2020-05-31 03:47 (UTC)

I exist and therefore am here to be blamed! [ He laughs again as he brightly answers the haughty voice. Maglor uses his leverage on the bed to drive his hips just a little harder up against Thranduil, demanding as much force as the other elf can give. His kiss-bruised lips are parted as he gasps for breath, eyes fixed on Thranduil. His body burns with each sharp thrust, with each penetration of hard flesh. ]

Gladly! [ He growls and tugs on pale hair, straining up to steal a kiss as fingers in his hair have him shudder, a low whine escaping against the other's lips. ]

Is that all it takes? Mm the blame can have nothing to do with - {Words fail him. Thought fails him. Thranduil gasps in delight at the surge of pleasure that makes him feel like melting. He releases hard into Maglor, not lasting as long as he would like - it has been centuries at least! He shudders and continues to thrust until he is spent, his hair brushing against Maglor's chest as he bows his head forward.}

[ The flood of liquid heat as flesh spasms deep within has him groan before his body writhes under Thranduil. The continued thrusts are enough to drag out his own climax with another groan. Maglor wraps his legs around Thranduil's waist to hold him close as his chest heaves, panting for breath. Fingers that had been tugging, shift to cradle the elven king's head and thread through in long, soothing motions. ]

{He is too proud to collapse, but his muscles have other ideas. Maglor doesn't help when he cradles him so close and Thranduil is horrified to feel his chest aching. When was the last time he was held? He can't remember. So he allows it, his body shaking from the force of what has happened between them. It takes a long time for him to find enough strength - enough sense - to speak.}

I will not long for you. {But he fears he will. His hands are gentle, soothing the marks he had made with broad caresses.}

[ Oh he was supposed to be helping? Hm. Must've lost that message.

Maglor doesn't have quite so much pride as Thranduil. But his body is just as sated, just as tingling, just as spent in a way he hasn't experienced in far too long. And it sinks in like a bitter pill, to find it with this elf.

But he holds his silver tongue as they recover some of their faculties, hands continuing to sooth and cradle just as much as Thranduil's hands. The words have his lips quirk, almost sadly. ]

...I would worry if you would.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject