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hadriel_logs2018-11-14 07:35 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-11-14 07:35 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- abigail hobbs,
- agent carolina,
- akira kurusu,
- atem,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- charles yvry,
- curufin,
- daenerys targaryen,
- dr. newton geiszler,
- elena fisher,
- fingon,
- floki,
- george lass,
- geralt of rivia,
- gren,
- hanako nurumi,
- harlan halliday,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- isaac 'zack' foster,
- ivar ragnarsson,
- jason todd,
- jill valentine,
- jo harvelle,
- kettara bloodthirst,
- laura palmer,
- lup,
- lyanna stark,
- margaery tyrell,
- mariane cousland,
- michael munroe,
- nagito komaeda,
- nick valentine,
- oscar,
- sally face (sal fisher),
- sansa stark,
- scott ryder,
- staci pratt,
- terrence ephemera/sharkface,
- the disreputable dog,
- tinya wazzo,
- will graham,
- yusuke kitagawa
Event Log: Memories Past
Who: Everyone
What: Memory Share Event!
Where: All around the city
When: November 14th-20th
Warnings: Please remember to tag all warnings for memory shares!
What: Memory Share Event!
Where: All around the city
When: November 14th-20th
Warnings: Please remember to tag all warnings for memory shares!
Have you ever looked through someone else's eyes? Heard through their ears, spoken with their tongue? The gods have tried to teach some of you empathy, but it's time you learned the hard way, exactly what the others here have been through. For a week, every time you brush skin to skin with someone, you'll experience a memory of theirs: happy, sad, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that it feels real to you.
The first touch may come as a surprise- it lasts only for a split second but may feel like an eternity, where you're trapped in someone else's memory. After that, it could be more expected, and some may even figure out how to control it and share specific scenes from their past with others. Or, you might wear gloves and long sleeve shirts for awhile, nobody's judging.
Maybe curtail the handholding for awhile- or go right ahead, if that's your thing. After all, you never really know somebody unless you've walked a mile in their shoes, right?► This log covers November 14th-20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you die in a memory, you don't die in real life, but if you do die in real life please let us know here.
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Uhh, yeah my dude. Krav's been here like a year. He's kinda the quieter type, or like, he doesn't tend to get involved in stuff unless it's death stuff. Or me stuff. It's a thing.
[But now he grins like an absolute beastie, raising an eyebrow at her.]
I think some tradesies are in order, my gal.
vaguely nsfw gif get
Fine, fine. But if he arrives again, ever, you can't tell him that we did this. He may never recover.
[ She extends a hand for him to grasp, after which he'll be treated to something not unlike the "I'll Make a Man Out of You" sequence. A Commander Cullen, dressed just in his breeches and shoes, spars with recruits who have a long way to go in their training. Cullen is unintentionally putting on quite a show: glistening with sweat, putting all of his arm and torso muscles on display, making more than a few noises of exertion.
Cecily looks pleased when Taako returns from the memory. ]
hell fucking yes
Alright, alright-- I can accept that. Oofa doofa, you did not pick a clunker, my dude. May I say, quite a choice. But can it really compare to this?
[He reaches forward and pokes her right in the forehead, his own memory in tow. Taako's is quieter, more subdued; it's dark, but it doesn't matter through Taako's eyes, the elf's darkvision making the scene appear in black and white. He's blearily pulling himself into sitting up in bed, shaking off sleep, and there's Kravitz right next to him, entirely naked. The sheets cover his bottom half, but he's shirtless, granting Cecily a view through Taako's eyes at toned arms and a tight chest. Taako picked this memory very personally- in his own head, he reaches forward, brushing a hand at his pec and moving it upwards to his bicep, trailing back over the shoulder and letting fingers dance over his back before cupping his chin in his hand. Kravitz, in his sleepiness, nuzzles into the touch, and Taako smiles, unseen. It isn't long before he tucks back down into Kravitz' chest, pressing his head into the crook of his neck and draping a free hand over his shoulder to wrap him up before he drifts back off to sleep.
He's also grinning about as smugly as can be as this one wraps. Be glad he's not shameless enough to pick something more explicit, and that was really only because Cecily seeing his dick at this point feels weird.]
Sooooo. Tell me I'm right.
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You're certainly not wrong. [ Damn. Lucky Taako, getting his handsome man 24/7 here in Hadriel. She doesn't have the room to be bitter at the moment, because this is all about appreciating the male form, not being a bummer. ]
And how soon can I meet the person attached to that back?
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I mean, if you want him shirtless, you're gonna have to give me a little bit. But if it's just whatever, I'm sure I can draw him out sometime. We can make a day of it. Come on over, I'll make some tea, we'll have a chat about like, death or whatever. Maybe I can conveniently tell him you're showing up in 10 and you can just walk in and catch him unawares.
[What sucks is he thinks he remembers that person Cecily showed him, one of the first times they talked, almost a year and a half ago. When he muddied his boots at the banks of the river, when she held his corpse as she clung to life, when they both just needed someone and it didn't matter who. He didn't do a good job then, but-- he wasn't really himself. But he doesn't need to bring that in here. Not now.]
But make sure it's a look but don't touch stitch, that boy is mine, I pulled him out of hell fair and square. Literally.
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[ That's ethical, probably?? ]
I'm not going to lay a finger on those finely-toned muscles, I promise you. [ For. So many reason. ] Only my eye-fingers. [ ... ] That sounded horrifying and I'd like it scratched from the record.
cw: body horror maybe??????? im fucking sorry
Nope! Done! Burned into memory forever. Eye tendrils used to finger fuck my man. Cecily, I am personally disappointed.
[He can't even speak if not in a giggle by this point, but that doesn't change the fact that he realizes he can make that with magic, and therefore immediately has to.]
Wait, holy shit, watch this--
[Minor illusion is easy peasy, so Cecily can now be treated to a view of Taako where he does in fact have eye fingers. There's fingers there around his eyes now. It doesn't last long because he's losing it too hard to keep the illusion up for more than a few seconds.]
you're..........not though
Fuck, Taako, that is the worst thing I have ever seen in my life, and I'll have you know that I've seen a lot I'd like to forget about.
[ Please, someone. Scrub her brain so she can forget. ]
You've absolutely undone all the good you offered when you shared that memory by inflicting this nightmare on me.
yeah i mean. you're right,
Too bad! You've seen it! Done! Taako wins again!
[It doesn't take him long to recover, but he reaches up to wipe a tear out of his back to normal eyes.]
Just think. I can put fingers anywhere. Anywhere, Cec.
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[ Fantasy Freud would probably have a field day with these two. ]
Quality over quantity, anyway, isn't it?
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[Is he joking?? Is he serious?? Who the fuck knows!]
Besides, I think that was pretty quality. Though hey, what about the ears? Ear fingers would be crazy, huh?
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No ear fingers. No more fingers, save for on hands where they belong. I've already done enough damage for one lifetime in having this conversation at all.
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[Of course he's joking. Maybe. But also get on his tentacled level.]
But fiiine, I will keep my fingers where they're supposed to be. For now. Perhaps. If that creeps ya out, maybe don't get any more of my uh, memories, huh? Done a lot of shit like that.
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Goooood luck my gal. See you soon.
[He'll head off, but not before putting his fingers up to his eyes and giving them a little wiggle. Just keep that in your brain, Cec. He's helping.]