MISTLEGLOW: a kissing meme

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mistleglow: a kissing meme

Some residents may remember that back in September, a love-drunk and confusion-spell-addled newlywed mage from Gramarye Magic Research let loose some pretty little fairy lights that trapped people in the city in little invisible bubbles until they kissed (and any kind of kiss would do). Well, the same slightly-less-newlywed but no less romantically-inclined mage happens to really, really enjoy the winter season, and thinks it's totally romantic. That particular sentiment is pretty common in the Quarantine - while Hygge is the celebration of familial love, the residents of the Quarantine all agree that that family often includes partners and lovers. Besides that, the folklore of mistletoe as being representative of love and friendship is something that the Quarantine has in common with the universes many residents inhabit.

So, as the last week and a half of December rolls around, residents around the Quarantine will see the result of the resident romantic trying to share a bit of Hygge love - small, glowing sprigs of mistletoe will be floating around the Quarantine, ready to trap people up and make them share a bit of affection.

how it works

● Two or more characters walking under one of these glowing, floating sprigs will get stuck for one hour, trapped inside an invisible enclosure with an approximate three foot radius. The only options are to either wait out the hour, or to kiss! Characters will know they're meant to kiss, because part of the magic spell is the sudden and intense knowledge that they should kiss in order to break free. There is no compulsion to kiss, just the knowledge that that's how to get free. This time, instead of any kind of kiss working, there will be different types of kisses that will work to release the trapped residents depending on the color of mistleglow:

RED: MOUTH ● ORANGE: NECK ● YELLOW: CHEEK
GREEN: FOREHEAD ● BLUE: HAND ● VIOLET: BUTTERFLY

Trapped residents will not know what kind of kiss will work for each color and may have to experiment before finding the right one.

● Post up a top-level for your character with the types of kisses you're interested in threading out, and then go forth and have your character kiss (or refuse to kiss) others!
● This meme is for characters already accepted into the game to play with the mistleglow prompt from this month's test drive meme. If your character is not yet accepted into the game, please use the TDM post!
● This meme is GAME CANON, so any threads played out in this meme can be carried through into the actual canon of the game.
● Much like the TDM, threads on this meme can count for Activity Points, but not the monthly Activity Check.

header image is from santa's factory by Clement Danveau

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[godslay]

[ That's a good look for him, she thinks, flushed red and panting, his eyes dark and almost glazed. Oh, she likes it a lot.

As she releases her grip on his shirt, she instead smooths her hands down his chest, moving them back up again. ]

Then did you want another lesson?

[ ... which is, however, said as she readjusts herself in his lap, shifting her weight just so. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Her hands are warm, even through the material of his shirt, and at her question, he breathes out another laugh, lips parting to reply—

But she moves, and any words he might have said are instead caught in his throat, the air punched out of him as his hands reflexively tighten around her again. ]

Gamora.

[ Murmured in warning. ]

[godslay]

[ The way he grips her, the tone of his voice – at first, she's worried she's crossed a line, something that he doesn't want. But... it also didn't exactly seem like he's trying to stop.

Gamora's fingers brush along his collar and the skin beneath his shirt, a little higher to trace his throat. ]

Should I stop?

[ In order to illustrate what she means, she moves again, rolls her hips – carefully, testing instead of mercilessly teasing. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Her fingertips ghost along his neck, and he tips his head back a little, baring his throat to her attentions.

But she moves again, and he sicks in a breath between his teeth, hands tightening again. He blinks at her for a second or two, and even with that golden warmth gathering in his stomach, he lightly grasps the hand she's using to trace his throat. ]

If that's what you want.

[ Which isn't a no from Peter, but it is putting the ball in Gamora's court once again. He's content to follow her lead. ]

[godslay]

I'm asking what you want.

[ Her tone is more pointed, if lower in deference to how close they are.

To Gamora, it feels obvious; she wouldn't put herself in this position if she didn't want to explore this with Peter, if this made her uncomfortable. She's perfectly capable of finding and applying boundaries where necessary, and if she felt pressured or uneasy, she'd remove herself immediately. But, here she is, still in Peter's lap, still touching him and tracing his skin.

She pulls away from his throat, drawing his hand to her lips to brush a kiss over his fingertips as she watches him intently, shifting to press his palm against her cheek. ]

[jelmazmo]

( Huddling together for warmth is working out well-enough for them so far. Being wrapped up in him is keeping her mind well away from the pressing matter that they are caged in an invisible, magical box. Dany's mouth works fiercely against his, hungry for the sweet, heady taste of the mead he'd had earlier on his tongue.

Beneath the layers of clothes, her thighs are warm where they grip and hold his hips in place, her touch the same wherever it lands. The ground may be cold beneath him, but she surrounds him with heat enough to minimize its effect by a great deal. And the tight clench of her around his cock should be more than enough to banish the rest. Dany rests there with him a moment, dazed and panting when their kiss briefly parts. He's nuzzling her hair, almost, and she's somewhat giddy that she'd decided to wash it earlier with some kind of berry-smelling soap.

It's done wonders, and for his hair, too, she finds as she drags her fingers through his curls. )

Not maybe, my sweet wolf. We will.

( She nips at his mouth, rising up along his length to whisper huskily against his ear: )

Yes. And we'll spend all night doing anything but sleeping in the bedroll we'll share.

sorry about the delay!!

[valr]

[Kara's maybe a little surprised at that reaction, but while blunt, she's not unkind.]

I have heard it only lasts an hour.

[If he'd rather wait it out.]

[spellslots]

That's generally how they work, for sure.

[He's being facetious.]

Are we just gonna wait this one out, bee-tee-dubs?

[He's not fussy.]

[bottombitch]

[ Oh, that's not terrible. He'd in truth thought that this would become a throwback for that one time, when the two of them had felt crushed with disappointment and said and did some regrettable things, but in the end it seemed to have worked out.

Actually, had this been anyone else besides Noiz or Karamatsu, he probably would have braved the cold without going to such extremes, or at least made more of a fuss. ]

...I guess it's fine. If you put it that way.

[ Aoba had been boring a hole through some wall to the side, but he finally looks at Karamatsu now. ]

In that case... the same could be said for Kara-kun. N-not as a reason for kissing, though! I mean... boyfriends and girlfriends kiss... but those are on a totally different level.

[smokedout]

[The bites make Dodger hiss with pleasure, and he shifts to give Ragnar more room to work. In return his fingers squeeze a bit harder over Ragnar's erection, careful not to heat his skin even if every fiber of his body wants to heat up from the pure excitement of the situation.

If anything, in this position it's even better to have nothing but the occasional brush of skin against his cock. He shifts uncomfortably before long, panting and letting out little desperate grunts. He isn't about to object, it's fucking incredible... there's a hint of panic still in there somewhere, but it's smothered by the feeling of being dominated by someone who's managed to entirely subvert his phobia and that feels fucking wonderful.

As soon as he can find an opening he grips the back of Ragnar's neck, pulling him into a kiss that comes off with a bit of a desperation to please him. Somewhere in there it occurs to him that Ragnar has no reason to stick around once he's come, and that kicks him into trying to win his favor back.]

[winscenario]

[ WHAT he didn't even do anything now!! See he's talking about him and Bones, it has nothing to do with Poe's not-so-subtle crush. ]

Mm, I do know what you mean. [ There's a smirk and a glint in his eye that should let Poe know just how intimately familiar he is with that concept. ] We are. We're great, even. I love him very much, and he loves me. We're happy together. That's all I could ask for.

[winscenario]

[ It's only a matter of time before he eases a little around Emma. She could've very well been his mother's twin, but he's not gonna let that make things weird for her. Not her fault she shares her face, after all. ]

She's the most important woman in my life, so yes. I do like her very much. [ He grins back, shaking her hand. ]

Riverside, Iowa. Middle of nowhere, practically. Although I haven't been there literally in years.

[dothelokimotion]

Perhaps we should change it up. I don't think you've ever kissed my hand before.

[ He offers it with a flutter of his eyelashes. ]

[glitterpants]

_{[ Almost instantly when Aoba says that, Karamatsu pulls back slightly to look right at Aoba, his cheeks flushing. ]}

Oh! You think I am cute? I.. _{[ a pause.. ]} I do not think I have actually been called cute before!
_{[ enough gabbing, don't you wanna smooch him, Karamatsu? ]}

That makes me so happy, I could kiss you right now!
_{[ DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY THAT. ]}

Smh...

[bottombitch]

[ Aoba sputters. H-hang on just a second! ]

W-wait, don't get carried away! it's more like a scary-cute thing!! [ Struggling under the jacket, Aoba tries to jostle him out of whatever fantasy he's disappearing off to.} It's the same cute as some... sparkly alien!

[ Aoba, you can't even talk. ]

Just where do you think you're gonna kiss me? [ Wasn't Aoba the one who wanted him to get on with it? All this declaring that he wants to smooch him is giving him cold feet! ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He lets her guide his hand, and when she rests his palm against her cheek, his thumb brushes lightly across the swell of her cheekbone, across the silver scars there.

He knows, sometimes, that folks get swept up in the moment, that they let hormones or whatever take over rational thought, and even if he trusts Gamora to know better for herself, it doesn’t hurt to check. What’s two seconds to ask, “Are you sure?” when it could avoid a shitton of regret later?

And she sounds sure, at least, seems convinced that this is a good idea, and he licks his lips before letting out a slow breath. ]

I don’t want you to stop.

[godslay]

Are you sure?

[ Because this time, she's the one who's asking, searching his face as she drops another kiss on the heel of his hand, lower on his wrist. She's sure, she's the one initiating this right now, and she wants them to be on the same page.

As she asks, her other hand drops down to his stomach, gently gathering up the hem of his shirt, pushing it higher. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ His gaze flits down to her lips, where they press against the heel of his palm. He swallows, nodding slowly. ]

Yeah. [ With more certainty, that time, even if he sounds a little distracted. ] Absolutely sure.

[ And to punctuate it, when she starts to tug on his shirt, he straightens a little, helping to untuck it; and once it’s freed, he leans into her, seeking out her touch. ]

I’m good if you’re good.

[godslay]

[ Apparently, that's reassuring enough. ]

More than good.

[ She's right where she wants to be, with the person she wants to be with.

Her hand dips underneath fabric, smoothing across his stomach. His skin is warm, even if hers is warmer, and she smiles in appreciation as she trails fingertips up his ribs, leaving another kiss on his wrist. ]

[wildlinks]

[Yu can sense Makoto just enjoying the fact that he's walking into this mistletoe business blind.]

Well... if I had to guess... Red is used as a 'warning' color so I suppose it's something like [ignore the heat in the cheeks, ignore the heat] making out?

That would make orange be on lower degree. Maybe a kiss on the cheek?

[withstyle]

I do have my moments. [The shadowhunter grins, a small laugh escaping, as she does. If nothing else she has helped to break the ice a little bit.

And it would seem she picked the exact topic to open Cisco up. Hearing the bright, descriptive way that he goes on about his boyfriend brings a smile to her red-painted lips. She may be single herself, but Izzy is always more than happy to help other people be happy - romantic or otherwise - and to hear other people talk about their relationships and love lives. There's a reason that she was so interested in Alec's and offered her own variation of advice so often.]

Thawne....sounds a little familiar, actually. With that description I'll definitely be on the lookout for him, though. [She teases with a wink before reaching out to tilt the phone just a little to help see the picture better. The face isn't extremely familiar, but he does look like one of the guys she's seen in and about the police station...she thinks, anyway. She's not sure enough to say that, though, letting go of the phone.] Very handsome, lucky you! [Again, shy is not in her nature.]

Trust me, if you creep me out I'll let you know, you're good so far. [Izzy's nose wrinkles in a bit of amusement, smiling at her companion as she tilts her head.] I have been to quite a few parties since I arrived....my brother-in-law threw a pretty big Halloween-themed one not so long ago. Maybe it was that one, I was helping out along with enjoying myself? [She offers, trying to help place her face - knowing full well it's unforgettable for a reason.] Or if you've ever been in and around the police station I'm the forensic pathologist so I flit in and out when I'm working?

[storradr]

[Ragnar seemed to protest the kiss as much as push into it. His groans were muffled as the kiss quickly became heated, a desperate contest between hungrily seeking contact and breaking to draw panted, heavy breaths. Instead of pulling Dodger's hair, he was now pulling it, dragging him closer even though they were already pressed together.

The desperation in his actions became more pronounced as he edged closer to climax, the pressure building slowly but steadily.

He stopped stroking himself and slipped his hand away unsteadily, pushing at Dodger's hand as he did, and shifted his hips. He was too caught up in his own needs to care about 'punishing' Dodger any longer, he wanted to feel him, hot and hard, against him. Loosely grabbing both their cocks, he began to stroke them, pressed flush together, with one hand. The slide and press of their bodies helped give them both more friction in the mix of his steady strokes as he rocking against him.]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ It's almost ticklish, the way her touch roves up his chest, and he watches as she drops another kiss at the heel of his palm.

With his hand still resting against her cheek, he gently tugs her forward again, claiming her lips with his. His kiss is gentler, this time, though no less heated – it's just tempered by his split attention, waiting for her reaction, offering her the chance to back out, if she wants.

He knows he's being overly cautious, considering Gamora has yet to give him any reason to feel cautious, and has, in fact, given him every sign that she's sure of this, that she wants this as much as he does – or almost as much. He's not sure. But at this point, he's not willing to make a mistake. ]

[godslay]

[ Gamora sighs softly into the kiss, melting that much more against him as she returns it. Still warm, still wanting, but without the bruising intensity of before; it's exploratory on its own, letting her memorize the feel of his mouth against hers, her tongue tracing the seam of his lips, asking, searching to deepen the kiss.

Her hand travels up, his shirt rucked around her wrist the higher she goes, tracing his sternum and the lines of muscle across his broad chest. It's appreciative, thoroughly so, but she lingers over scar tissue, rubs her thumb across each imperfection she finds, even if she can't see them with how intently she's kissing him. ]

[smokedout]

[A moan catches in his throat, and then belatedly leaks out as he remembers how to breathe. Dodger finds himself squirming to gain more friction, and with Ragnar handling them both his hands are free to grip Ragnar's back and dig his nails in.

As he starts to teeter on the edge of climax, his fingertips turn burning hot, like his body had been before, but his grip locks Ragnar in place. His nails scratch long lines down the man's back, burning the skin enough to look like a sunburn later that will likely last the week. And then, afraid of Ragnar suddenly jumping back, his hands fly up again to grasp his back as Dodger comes across their stomachs with a long groan of pleasure.]