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TDM #17


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« « « ALL ON DISPLAY

It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy.

This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses.

To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

... and you're here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a clear plastic top and pants along with clear plastic boots to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You're a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your high rise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You're a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you'll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms.

Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals.

The weather is rather wet and rainy. Very, very rainy.




» » » ALL ABOARD




It's time for the monthly Duplicity train tour. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park.

The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning.



« « « RAIN RAIN GO AWAY


(cw: aphro, dub-con, violence, marking)

Ice and chilly weather have begun to give way to rain instead, with overcast skies and dark clouds a seemingly constant sight. While the overabundance of rain is an annoyance and comes with the usual series of problems, such as leaky ceilings, mold growth, and gutters or storm drains overflowing, this time the rain carries with it another problem altogether. A weather advisory warning is broadcast to every device, as well as on news networks and radio. The rain, at least for a few days, is not ordinary rain. Whether you're in the Up or the Down, when the water hits clothing it eats away at it. The more water it absorbs, the more the material disintegrates until the wearer is left naked.

When the rain comes in contact with skin (or is ingested) the effects seem to differ depending on where you are in Duplicity. In the Up, it's relatively harmless and merely has an aphrodisiac effect, leaving individuals feeling hot and bothered, more sociable and touchy feely.

Those in the Down, however, are not so lucky. As the rain seeps through the soil from the Up, it ends up laced with toxins, causing a range of less pleasant side effects for anyone unfortunate enough to come into contact with it. Aside from the aphrodisiac, those who get caught in the rain may develop an uncomfortable, itchy rash, leaving them looking rather spotty for a few days. Those who can't resist scratching at themselves will find a newfound pleasure to the relief it brings and start to crave the feeling or sight of similar marks. In worst case scenarios, individuals will become addicted to marking themselves and others, perhaps even to the point of breaking skin.

Effects may last for several hours after exposure and will stack with repeated exposures. In all cases, getting off will bring temporary relief but will not alleviate the symptoms entirely.

Plastic coverings seem to be unaffected by the rain and, as word spreads, the Natives in Duplicity form a mad rush buying up umbrellas. Unless a character is lucky, they may find themselves unable to purchase - or even borrow - one. Theft of umbrellas becomes widespread in the Down, often escalating to violence, and even the Up isn't safe from thugs trying to steal and resell this suddenly hot commodity.

There's another side to all of this, however. Due to the shortage of umbrellas, it isn't uncommon to see Dom/Sub pairs sharing umbrellas together. If anything, it's encouraged as a means to strengthen their bond. Enterprising Subs and Doms alike may even sell their "services" to escort individuals who would otherwise end up soaked.



« « « SUPPLEMENTAL INCOME


(cw: substance abuse, altered states, coercion, fluids, physical body changes)


A new "holistic" pharma company named SQuIRT is opening up in Duplicity and is paying a pretty penny for people to trial run their new line of supplements. These supplements are supposed to increase a person's vitality and energy levels, but the side effects are what the company is really looking out for.

Some of the side effects aren't so bad and could include:
  • Prolonged erections
  • Lactation in both men and women
  • Size enlargement of breasts or genitals
  • Copious amounts of ejaculate or sexual fluids
  • Sudden interest in previously unexplored kinks

While others might find their own reaction to be a little more severe:
  • Shrinkage of breasts, genitals, or entire being
  • Inability to cum
  • Uncontrollable hair growth or hair loss
  • Temporary loss of one or more senses
  • Spontaneous weeping

Subjects must take the supplements for at least a week, otherwise they'll receive no compensation for their troubles. All new arrivals will find themselves automatically enrolled in these trials, whether they want to be or not, and expected to report to the clinic. Of course they don't have to take the supplements, but the payout is certainly enticing, especially for those unfortunate enough to be branded Submissives.



« « « STICKY FINGERS


(cw: violence)

Crime runs rampant in the Down as always but now, with the nastier side effects of the rain creating an ongoing problem, some unsavory types are sneaking their way into the Up where the effects aren't so hazardous.

The result is an uptick in crime in places that are usually considered safe. Be careful how you carry yourself - and your valuables. Those who look like easy pickings may find their pockets empty. Cameras in public areas are being vandalized as well, while homes and businesses are seeing a rise in graffiti. Most of the graffiti is merely obscene, but some is outright seditious. Good luck explaining the latter to the authorities if you happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

One of the smaller gangs that has a presence in the Down is taking particular advantage of the rain's disruption to expand their territory into the Up. Known as the Bulldogs, their members are young men and they have a reputation for violent muggings and assaults - mainly targeting Submissives. They loiter in groups near the train and the elevator between the Up and the Down to ambush the alone and unwary. At night, they also prey on those walking home from bars or clubs who may not fully have their wits about them.

In addition to beating up their victims for money, some of the Bulldogs are engaging in an informal competition over who can steal the most umbrellas - with bonus points awarded for whatever else they feel like. LIERs are worth double points by default, so watch out!



« « « MOD & OOC NOTES


Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice.

To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide:

Players can choose whether to assign their character as a Dominant or Submissive on this TDM for the Door Pass for March Applications only. For May's Application round, threads started here may be used as samples however they will not be eligible for a Door Pass in May. Characters will need to use a thread from May's TDM, using those Door Pass rules, for an application after the March round.

To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to use new TDMs with different designations for fun!

THERE WILL BE NO APPLICATION ROUND IN APRIL

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have a good time!!




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[personal profile] embodier 2021-03-14 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
tantric yoga sex magic ok then
you have 30 days to make quota
and don’t worry, the people in charge are real committed to making sure it happens
sphecophobic: (46)

wildcard;

[personal profile] sphecophobic 2021-03-14 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Gansey doesn't know Henry yet. The other boy doesn't stick out to him in a crowd, it's nothing more than kismet and circumstance. Gansey is just trying to make his way to the elevator while avoiding the rain, and the contract at least means that he has an umbrella.

Or, rather-- he starts off with an umbrella, at least. But physical altercations are not exactly his forte, and he hasn't realized there's a gang literally mugging people for their umbrellas. It's one of those things that happens fast; one minute he's making his way to the elevator, and the next a casual passerby slams into his shoulder.

They'd clearly been intending to take him off his feet, grab the umbrella and leave, but Gansey has more muscle and core strength than anticipated, so it doesn't entirely go to plan. His umbrella goes clattering across the ground but he manages to fling it away from his assailant before it falls from his fingers. The umbrella rolls across the concrete on the tips from its extended canopy, jostled by the wind and the slick ground, until it ends up landing gracelessly and flipping over not far from Henry's feet.

The Bulldog seems to realize that his hit and run tactic has failed, and takes off. Leaving Gansey to jog lightly toward to Henry. His hair damp and now with quickly multiplying pin-prick holes in his aqua blue polo. It's also still his only polo at the moment, which makes this a tragedy in itself, tempering any lukewarm sense of success.]


If you don't steal my umbrella, I'll even escort you where you're going.

[Although he does respect the fact that the other boy seems to have picked up on the benefits of plastic attire. Offering seems fair, however.]
towhatmatters: (→22)

Rain

[personal profile] towhatmatters 2021-03-14 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
It's been long enough without a familiar face in the city that, at first, Arthur doesn't realise the voice is familiar. He only responds to it because he's better equipped to deal with these bastards than most, and while it doesn't surprise him that gangs would form in the Down, this one is more like the O'Driscolls than the Van Der Linde gang.

Dutch can hang for all he cares (and he cares a lot, couldn't pretend that it wouldn't hurt all the same, but still), but he likes to think that they were better than this. Whatever that means when you're all thieves and murderers.

The point is, the Bulldogs seem to attack people for fun, even when it wouldn't be necessary. And when he finally realises that he does recognise that voice, and when he gets closer and realises he recognises that face, he wants them to beat this poor sod up even less.

"We gone from punching people to knifing 'em now? Over an umbrella? You're pathetic."

His nose is still bruised and his body sore from his last run-in with them, but this time, they don't have the element of surprise on their side.
permanentlyexhaustedbird: (wetbird)

Sticky Fingers - Supplemental continued (Down)

[personal profile] permanentlyexhaustedbird 2021-03-14 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
Tim had seen the fight from the rooftop but by the time he'd gotten to ground level the men were already running away unsuccessful. His movements are a little hindered by the wet and the fact that he's wearing a black poncho over his usual armour and he supposes they're both lucky that their target can take care of himself.

"There's a lot wrong with this place, and you're only going to discover more if you attract attention while your clothes are melting off. Follow me, the Community Centre isn't far and I can at least get you some pants."

He expects this Dick to know him on sight even if he isn't Robin in that man's world yet. To Tim, this Dick has been in Duplicity before.
foolish_photographer: (Default)

The Midnight Train to Fucktown

[personal profile] foolish_photographer 2021-03-14 08:55 am (UTC)(link)
Albert is very familiar with trains, having used them to cross the great expanses of America and reach various locations for his work. This modern monstrosity isn't the same, but Albert hopes that from it's windows he'll be able to spot some little corner of unspoilt nature.

That is put on hold as soon as a gruff and rough looking man looks over someone in the seat in front of Albert's own. His words are foul, the implication wicked, and the pretty submissive being addressed seems terrified. He wouldn't normally interfere but as no one else is doing so, Albert finds himself getting to his feet.

"Sir," he says, "Go back to your seat and leave them alone."
caputium: ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇs ᴀɴ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴘᴏᴘᴛᴀʀᴛ ʙᴏx ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɴᴛʀʏ? (ᴡʜᴀᴛ sᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴀᴠᴇᴅ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ)

[personal profile] caputium 2021-03-14 08:55 am (UTC)(link)
( there's a moment where he doesn't know if he's going to have to make the decision for her or not. he knows nothing about her. he knows what this looks like. his pace picks up and his mind retains clarity, a skill that he's more or less perfected under the pressure of adrenaline and anxiety. his face scrunches, distaste at the ungraceful exist. to be expected, he supposes, though he wonders if those would-be muggers learned anything from the harrowing experience. will they think twice before trying again? why does doing the right thing, the just thing, constantly feel so inadequate a response? )

Did you tell that to your hands? ( decidedly not helpful, oliver. there's no argument in his tone. he's not baiting her and trying to get a rise. he's rational, quiet but firm. he wants to believe her but he knows how blurry good intentions can get when being trapped and threatened comes into play. ) It doesn't matter what you were going to do. You didn't.
foolish_photographer: (Default)

Re: Rain

[personal profile] foolish_photographer 2021-03-14 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps they only drew the knife in order to threaten him, but Albert has not let go of the umbrella yet and he does not intend to, considering the effect this strange rain has on clothing. He has no desire to be anything but appropriately and fully dressed in public as far as it is possible.

He has no idea how this will pan out as the gang close in on him, but then he hears it. The voice of a man he has met many times over the last few months, a saint in boots and worn pants.

"Mr Morgan!" He exclaims, no small amount of joy and relief in his words, turning to see the man approach. He looks like this is not his first fight here, but considering how trouble and Mr Morgan seem to keep finding each other, he shouldn't be surprised.
lascelles: (pol209_2999)

[personal profile] lascelles 2021-03-14 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ victor was able to catch a glimpse of the mark before he looked away. learning about the divide between the people in this city was disturbing to say the least, but right now the significance of the mark on her burns through his skull even when he tries hard not to think about it. he should be above of picturing such things. ]

Perhaps it's best not to bring up that detail at all - you'll be able to get a better price for it.

[ except everyone seemed so desperate for the umbrellas that he thinks they would probably buy broken ones as well. what a strange place. he seems distracted for a moment, but her question snaps him out of it once he realizes that she needs assistance. ]

--Yes, absolutely, here, let me take it. [ he stuffs the shirt back under his arm while he hastily accepts the umbrella from her. he's not exactly selfless by his nature, but something about the current situation made him want to do something. he's alone in this world and this seemed like a good way to connect with someone. ] Would you like another for drying your hair? [ he offers her the shirt once she's got her hand free, stepping over to her so that he's blocking the view from people passing them by. he's going to turn his back on her while she gets dressed. ]
lowhonor: (pic#14739174)

cw: micah sexism, choo choo!

[personal profile] lowhonor 2021-03-14 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
Oh-ho-ho. Here comes the good guy patrol. Micah’s beady blues take in the sight of Albert, and it just leaves him quivering in his boots.

"And what are you gonna do bout it if I don’t, friend?"

Micah’s tongue clicks, accompanied by a curious raise of his eyebrow. Whoever his new friend is, the man looks like he hasn’t been in a scrap a day in his life. It certainly does nothing to dissuade Micah’s arrogance.

"In case you ain’t gettin the gist of the tour, I ain’t doin anythin this place don’t want me to. They’re Submissives and we’re Dominants."

Micah gestures to the line on the terrified Submissive’s neck. Her eyes have hit the floor, and it looks like she’d rather be anywhere else.

"Far as I’m concerned, there ain’t no point in brandin livestock if it ain’t gonna give you milk."
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[personal profile] louds 2021-03-14 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
Nowhere, really.

( which is true as much as it isn't. blue hadn't had a specific direction when she'd set out, so much as she'd been driven by a need to understand the city a bit better in a way that wouldn't drive her absolutely mad. so everywhere would probably be a more truthful answer, or at least more accurate.

not that it mattered much anyway, there's plenty to be pissed off about all over the city. most pressing, the rain issue, but she can't very well yell at the clouds. she might like to try it, though. )


I can wander for a bit. Where are you trying to get to?
louds: (248)

[personal profile] louds 2021-03-14 10:01 am (UTC)(link)
( understandably, blue looks very nervous about that trash bag full of water. she's taken great care not to end up in the rain up until this point, and even if he's being careful it's still alarmingly close to the top of her head. still, despite her very visible concern he manages to get it down without getting her, so that counts in his favour. )

They– oh, right. You really can't just go to a store?

( this could very well start up another angry tirade from blue – she's had a lot of them lately – but she's slowly starting to realise that all the shouting in the world won't do a thing to change this place. maybe she'll get it off her chest later, around someone who's used to blue's great love of yelling about injustices, but it's not especially helpful to do it to a stranger, let alone one who isn't lucky enough to come in without a tattoo.

so, she sucks it in, chews the inside of her lip before smiling. )


If somewhere's selling them without trying to bankrupt people still, I'll get another one. If they're going to be pills about who they sell to, I'll do what I can to get around it.
overarches: (i like what we started)

i'm enjoying our threads! she sounds good to me but i only watched it through the one time.

[personal profile] overarches 2021-03-14 10:10 am (UTC)(link)
I used to hate being alone. I get it. ( he confesses, rushing at the chance to make her feel better. she seems like she’s uncomfortable with admitting that. you can like being in the company of others and not be desperate or so he hears. he's not a perfect sample for that study. since his parents got divorced, he put himself in a lot of stupid situations to avoid being alone with his thoughts and the only got more stupid when jason blossom died. seems like it’ll make it more of a pointed thing if he admits he likes her vulnerability, that unfiltered honesty.

he almost prefers solitude to the never-ending, grating concern from his mother and the condescension from his teachers.

archie combs his hand through wet hair, schooling it into a bad replica of his hairstyle. it’s stubborn and wants to stick to his forehead. there’s a bit of a mood change, which she might miss if she’s not that perceptive. it’s not anything ava’s done that puts a pinch between his brows and tenseness to the line of his shoulders. he leans back into the tree, props his elbow up on one knee. he plucks at the grass between them idly, unrooting a few pieces in the process.
)

No. I've barely been out of Riverdale. ( a side glance in her direction. yeah, she probably has no clue where that is. ) Small town. Everybody knows everyone. ( right, let's not evade the question here. ) Uh. My dad picked it. When he was a puppy, he was into everything. This tiny, wild blur of gold — in the trash, eating a shoe, terrorizing the neighborhood cats. I don't know if my dad thought he was like flashing lights or if it was from some old movie he liked.

( because even though he was archie's dog, fred loved him the most. he takes an uneasy breath, pushing through it. )

Did you travel before this?
towhatmatters: (→13)

Rain rain

[personal profile] towhatmatters 2021-03-14 10:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Arthur doesn't necessarily consider himself a nosy person. With the increased gang presence, though, and his own run-in with the Bulldogs that now sees him sporting a bruised nose, he is more aware of his surroundings. Which is why he hears the beating, and slows down to investigate.

When his gaze lands on a very familiar figure, his blood turns both cold and hot at once, fury and something not exactly like fear but not far off surges through him. It can't be. He doesn't want to think it could be. But there's no denying the violence, the smell of blood, the laugh that makes his skin crawl.

Of all people from the gang, of all possibilities they brought the rat?

He could walk away. Micah's busy, and the city is big enough that he could avoid the man, at least for a while, even if he's unlucky enough that Micah is a Dominant and would thus be assigned to the same building. He could just walk away. It would be easy.

Only it isn't easy. Some part of him feels responsible, like he has to make sure Micah knows he's here, that there is someone around to watch him.

So he takes a deep breath, pulls out a cigarette, and puts it between his teeth. ]


What's he gonna learn if he's dead?

[ Then, he brings his lighter up to light the cigarette. Acting unbothered, like this hasn't completely ruined the rest of his month. Or year. Or remaining time in the city.

Just the usual. ]
foolish_photographer: (007)

[personal profile] foolish_photographer 2021-03-14 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
Micah is, unfortunately, correct in his assessment. Albert has not been in any scraps, brawls, altercations, or tussles. He is, alas, unfamiliar with any sort of hand-to-hand violence, or violence of any real sort at all, and he is, alas, quite frightened of the straw-haired scoundrel in front of him. But he has his morals. Perhaps humans are not his favourite sort of creature, but it is neither right nor acceptable to treat any creature in such a manner.

He tries to square his shoulders, although they are naturally rounded, soft, like many things about him. Yet there is a spine in there somewhere because he pushes himself between the seated submissive and the man ogling her.

"People are not livestock, sir," He says as his jaw tenses, "Nor are they beholden to give you anything should they choose not to. The state has designated you a role, and that means you have a duty. Noblesse oblige, it is your place to look after those who do not share your good fortune. And that means leaving this lady alone if she does not return your affections."

He swallows, surprised at his own daring, "Return to your seat. You would do well to get off at the next stop."
Edited 2021-03-14 10:42 (UTC)
permanentlyexhaustedbird: (puppyeyebird)

[personal profile] permanentlyexhaustedbird 2021-03-14 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Tim ducks under the umbrella Blue is holding, having to bend a little as Blue a few inches shorter than him]

Well, I was heading down to the Community Centre but I can tell you're new here and the Down is a lot more precarious than it is normally. My home is in the Up and much closer so we could head back there?

[He's offering two options because he knows the first isn't really where anyone wants to be right now]
seaboard: (⌜𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚍⌟)

[personal profile] seaboard 2021-03-14 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
[It's with a sickening moment, she realises she no longer has a Dominant anymore. When the man opens his mouth and demands from her, what place could she have to refuse him?

No, she was just looking to get used to the trains like other people did.

And now this?

Gilia swallows. Here in public, what can she do? No. She has no choice when there are eyes upon her. So she lowers herself, gathering her skirts in her hands so she can sink into a low curtsey. Her plunging neckline and fine revealing clothes far too obvious as sign of her position and it in, she can only be one thing.
]

Yes, sir, as you wish.
hisfathersimage: (Default)

Sticky fingers

[personal profile] hisfathersimage 2021-03-14 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
In fairness, Luke is trying to talk the situation down when one of them hits him. Mostly because he was force fed once of those medication and his sight has been sort of screwed up ever since.

Normally, he'd have been more than able to sense it coming, but staying upright is challenging enough with the way everything around here is constantly screaming and flaring for attention, as danger, as needing and it's hard to pick the intent of a punch.

The cry is involuntary and then there's a singing and terrible familiarity and even without his sight he knows exactly who is there. "Leia?!"

She might be relieved to see that there's no mark on his throat.
guylining: (r e a d i n g)

[personal profile] guylining 2021-03-14 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
yeah. different places and times, past and future. different planets

but i'm glad to meet another brit. our realities must be different as fuck if you don't know who piers morgan is in 2019
lucky you tbh
greenily: (Default)

[personal profile] greenily 2021-03-14 11:04 am (UTC)(link)

That sucks, [ Gar says, neatly, even though he's in the same position. ]

That part's so creepy to me. We'll barely even know these people, and we just have to let them be in charge of us? Who does that?

[ Gar Logan, actually, first with the Doom Patrol and then with Dick Grayson. No wonder they made him submissive. ]

overarches: (pic#13041682)

[personal profile] overarches 2021-03-14 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
( things to be known about archie: he's essentially malleable. grab him, push him, pull him and he yields like putty, taking the most desirable shape. he might look like toxic masculinity, complete with scars and sports, but he doesn't have a death grip on control. he's not so certain he's relishing the lack of tongue in his mouth because he's regaining thought. he's comparing. he's hyper-focusing. is he turned on by this or just turned on? there's a guy. there's a guy's hand wrapped around his dick and

( shitfuckgoddamnjesuschrist )

— that's the supplements, intensifying everything down to the teeth and lips on his neck.

except he's not this guy, the one that takes without reciprocation.
)

I want... ( excuse the groan that clips his articulation. he's not emboldened enough to tug william's sweatpants ( and underwear??? ) down in one go but he does reach for him, palming and then cupping the outline of his dick through cotton. he wants to watch and he can't see. he should stroke but archie squeezes him slightly, a means to get his attention to stammer a demand. ) The couch. Now.
alwayskayaking: (Lost my shirt)

[personal profile] alwayskayaking 2021-03-14 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Tim tosses away what little is left of his shirt. Leaving his exposed, hairy chest out in the cold air. He hugs himself and rubs at his arm. "Me either. I've heard of acid rain before, but this rain just seems to eat through clothes." He holds out an arm. "Look, not a scratch and I had my face and hands exposed to the rain."
explico: DNT. (021. ❚)

[personal profile] explico 2021-03-14 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe you'll get lucky and one of your friends will be able to take you on later? ( she shrugged slightly, trying to remain on the brightside. )

But there are a lot of good people here regardless, too. It's not great... but you can still find decent people on all sides.
verdes: (⊗ 𝟭𝟳𝟯)

[personal profile] verdes 2021-03-14 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she hadn't even really been sure they'd have anything like this together again. because even though she had all the confidence in the world that she'd find her way to their daughter again, lorna wasn't sure how much of what she had with marcos could be fixed, not after the clashes of what they've been through, knowing they'd never agree with how they want to change the world.

but being with him like this, feeling the arousal and the blazing heat of it, it all feels too familiar, even if it's almost too jarring with how sudden they're claiming it. even with whatever's coaxing this out of them, she knows that her desire for him is entirely natural on its own.

because she remembers exactly how it feels to get him hard like this, to feel him get thicker in his jeans, fondling over that shaft in that tight place, tormenting them both with the obstacle of feeling him directly.

right now, she's mostly distracted by the drag of his nails, how the stronger stings to her skin gets her wetter, hips grinding against nothing but his thigh as she bites down on his neck, wanting him to get the harsh press of his teeth as her hands work at finally opening up his jeans, working swiftly to drag down layers to his thighs, briefs and all, to free the heavy weight of his cock. ]
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[personal profile] verdes 2021-03-14 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ scratching an itch would naturally bring some relief, but lorna doesn't expect it to feel as good as it does, to feel as arousing as it does. caught up in the daze of feeling those scraping nails, in the way they move across her skin, in wanting them to simply keep going, she doesn't even give attention to keeping herself covered up, careless in even trying to keep the jacket covering up her breasts.

as she shudders, her nipples tighten, pointed now with newly strained arousal instead of just the cold rain and her breath falls heavier, nearing a pant as she aches for more. ]


I'm not fragile. [ she utters, eyes opening half-lidded as she looks at her, her fingers falling over her wrist before they graze gently across her arms, encouragingly, as she guides her with her while taking a few steps back, until she feel the support of a wall braced against her. ] Give me more.
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[personal profile] angrycowboy 2021-03-14 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Michael joins her. So far, she's not saying anything he hasn't heard from Max, but he doesn't interrupt. He appreciates that she's telling him (and notably, with a lot more ease and willingness than Max had. He tries not to let that get to him, but inevitably it does. His brother isn't here to bitch at about it).

He curls one leg beneath him and sits close to her, watching her. He keeps hold of her hand, and his thumb moves instinctively across her fingers.

"Max had...a thing, a while back, where he went home. Kind of."

That's a longer story. Max hadn't actually left, he'd just fallen asleep and gone home in his head. That ties into Michael's theories about what the fuck they are, and how real this place is, and he's not getting into that yet. Better to just take it as it had come, for now.

"He told me about this, told me he and Isobel aren't really twins. That her mom and my mom stayed with a farmer, and Isobel's mom fell for him. He said there was a kid. Is that where this is going? He wouldn't tell me much about the hybrid, just that they exist."

He'd pushed for more, without much luck. He wants to know now as much as he had then.