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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

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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

[ 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.

{Frankly, he is worried about himself. The longer he stays tucked in Maglor's arms, the greater his desire to ask him to stay for the night. Maybe they can speak about that later. For now, he raises himself onto his arms and flicks his hair out of his eyes impatiently.}

Come and bathe with me.

{No ifs, ands or buts about it. Thranduil manages to push himself onto his feet and walk with something like grace to the adjoining bathroom. The sound of water being turned on will follow.}

[ Warm, for the first time since he'd sent Elrond away.

Maglor hisses when Thranduil pulls out and away, but doesn't give in to the irrational desire to drag the other elf back. The invitation is a surprise and twists into a pit in his stomach. He's slow to follow, slow to obey, but after a moment of water running, he appears in the doorway of the bathroom. Body, marked by teeth and lips and fingers. By a splash of thick fluid on his stomach and leaking from his ass to coat the backs of his thighs. ]

...I expected to be cast out. Or is it that you wish to keep me close so you might keep an eye on me?

{His pettier side wants Maglor to miss him, yet he ends up punishing himself in the process. The cold air on his skin leaves him exceptionally unhappy and it takes what strength he has left to walk to the bathtub. The hot water calls to him, however he does want...company.

And Maglor is taking his sweet time. Glancing over his shoulder, he straightens to his full height and...enjoys the sight. Of the other. Looking so perfectly -

Loved? Owned? More the latter than the former, he assures himself.}

I am not going to leave a Fëanorian to his own devices. Nor am I going to spend my first night alone.

[ Maybe later. When things really sink in. Maglor stands just as straight, looking back at him. He could be shy, but what's the point? There is none, after what they've done together.

Amusement curls a corner of his lips at the answer. ]

You would have to beg for me to move in. But I will stay tonight.

[ He steps fully into the bathroom before stepping into the hot water and sinking down into it. ]

{Beg? Beg? Him? Thranduil draws his hair over his shoulder and waits for Maglor to settle in the hot water. Then he climbs in behind him, spreading his legs so that the other Elf is sitting between them.}

You made a mess, Prince. {He reaches around Maglor, using the soap to clean his stomach and chest.}

[ Yes. Beg. Maglor's eyes narrow slightly when he feels the other elf settle behind him. But never would he have expected this proud Elven King to stoop to start washing him!

So be it. He starts on washing his hair - it has been a few days since his last full dunk into a river, after all. ]

I'm used to getting my hands dirty.

{It will be a cold day in -

Is he stooping? Don't get too confused, Maglor. This is just about him making sure you are clean enough to lay in bed with him.

Oh that hair...}

Enough. {He bats at Maglor's hands and uses the shampoo to clean those dark strands, working it into a fine lather.} You've let yourself become dirty enough.

[ Go on. Say it.

He stiffens when his hands are batted away.

When was the last time anyone bathed him? Longer than the last time anyone had touched him, certainly. The reason doesn't matter, he tells himself. No affection between them, not really. A means to an end. A body to warm the king's bed and coax life into the plants around them.

...So what if those hands feel incredible working through his hair. Making his body relax and go boneless against the strong body at his back. ]

{The stiffening is ignored and Thranduil works the lather to the roots of Maglor's lovely hair, massaging his scalp. Touching a Fëanorian should revolt him, yet here he is, finding himself entranced by one. It almost feels like the Valar haven't done either of them justice, however thinking that way is dangerous. The last thing he needs is to be cursed too.}

Ah - {His eyes widen at the motion and his heartbeat quickens. The other Elf feels good nestled against him and he bites his lip to hide a sigh. Using a small cup, he covers Maglor's eyes with his hand and sluices the shampoo from Maglor's hair.}

You should care for your hair better.

[ Yep. Utterly boneless. Complete with a sigh that he hardly even hears as his eyes slip closed.

He should leave. He knows this. In truth, he shouldn't have allowed himself to be pushed toward Thranduil at all. Yet here they are. Memory of flesh sliding into him, claiming him. Making his body sing. Lips, teeth, and nails teasing at his body. Hands buried in his hair to hold on.

...Later. In the morning. He'll leave then and hope he hasn't brought even more pain to this wounded elf. He almost misses the scold, but when it registers, he flushes a little and ducks his head. ]

That is a bit of a challenge, when one is Exile and living on the road...

I am aware. {He snaps, though his tone is almost...gentle. For him anyway. Once he has ascertained that Maglor's hair is clean, he sets about washing himself, liking the scent of the soaps and shampoo. He is drawn to simple pleasures and cleanliness, which means when he curls around Maglor again, he smells quite nice.

They both do.} You are not Exiled from here until I say so.

{Here could mean...many things, couldn't it.}

Edited 2020-06-02 07:07 (UTC)

[ Frankly, he feels far too relaxed to care about the sharp answer. Maglor sits up while Thranduil cleans himself, then startles when he's tugged back against the other elf. But he doesn't resist, and settles against him as he listens.

A dream. He snorts quietly but turns his head to tuck it against the other's neck, breathing in. He shouldn't. But he can't help it. Just one night of selfishness... ]

I fear 'tis not up to you, Elven King.

Why not? Who is here to say otherwise? {A strong arm hooks around Maglor's waist and Thranduil's eyes are dangerously lidded at the snort. However his temper fails to burst into full flame at the pressure against his neck. Ah very well.}

So you will stay the night. {He runs a hand over Maglor's chest, watching the motion as he too begins to relax.} You are beautiful, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised.

Edited 2020-06-02 07:16 (UTC)

Those who brought us here. Although, I suppose if they hold power the Valar do not... [ No. Dangerous thought, and it has him shudder and breath catch before he steels himself. ]

...I have seen too much to believe myself free of Them.

[ But the hand running over his chest soothes him back into relaxing against the other elf. And he almost smiles at being called beautiful. ]

No. My sins are black and mostly under my skin. I would rather not show them to you, more than what you have already seen.

Shhh... {He presses a finger over Maglor's lips to halt the creation of that idea. Saying such things could be deadly for them and frankly he doesn't want to end the evening fending off some all-powerful spirit.}

If that is all that brings you pause... Time will show us the truth.

{His hand dips teasingly towards the waterline and he rests his cheek against Maglor's neck.}

I know your sins; do you think we stopped paying attention in the Greenwood? Hardly. But there is more to you, I think; you have the soul of an artist. I hear it in your voice and see it in your hands.

[ Nor does Maglor. He's tired of fighting. Matching wit with Thranduil is one thing, he's learning he rather likes the biting words the other elf throws at him. Sharp, and yet there's something else behind them that tugs at his heart.

He chuckles quietly at the hand slipping into the water, but sees no reason to move from his rather comfortable position. Only tips his head a little to offer Thranduil's head a bit more comfortable a place to rest. ]

Mm...I offered before to sing for you. I could play my harp instead. I left it in the rooms I was assigned, though that is not far.

{Thranduil's strong fingers dip into the water and brush against Maglor's member lazily, tracing the shaft as he had caressed his chest earlier. The chuckle sends a new tingle down his spine and he feels as if control is shifting between them. With each retort, he gains ground and then swiftly loses it.

Yet he wants to hear more.}

No. {He craves both, however if he allows Maglor to go to his rooms, why would he return to him?} You may sing when we are in bed.

[ A shiver runs through him at the playful, lazy touches, making his cock twitch. Maglor draws in a breath to attempt to remain calm - if Thranduil wants more, then he will have to work for it. Or just take it, but he rather doubts the latter.

The negation has him a little surprised, but he accepts the decision. ]

As you wish.

[ In truth... it warms him a little, that now, for whatever reason, Thranduil has decided he wants to hear him sing. Even if it's potentially dangerous, too. He could easily entrance the other elf. Make him dance to his whims.

He won't.

But he could. ]

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