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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[storradr]

Why did you claim you would kill people if they did not have sex with you to your satisfaction? That was a lie?

[Once again, Ragnar doesn't push him away, or shy away from the contact, but he barely returns it.

At the reassurance, he simply looks away, finding some spot on the wall that momentarily catches his attention, and purses his lips in annoyance. He didn't particularly want to let this topic drop.]

I do not understand you. [He turned back to meet Dodger's gaze, holding his chin for a moment before letting go.] It frustrates me.

[smokedout]

Sure.

[Which is Dodger's nice way of saying "If you want to believe that, you can."

He shrugs and settles down, properly laying on top of the older man and idly running his fingers through his beard.]

It's a common sentiment. 'Most baffling thing about me is that I'm still alive' - I think that's my favorite phrasing. [He presses another kiss to Ragnar's lips, lazy and not particularly caring whether he returns the gesture.] I hear it's possible to crack the code, but I'm not about to start helping people. The mystery makes things interesting.

[leatherdaddy]

[ How can he not be relaxed? He's shared a life under his roof, had meals with him, his found family whom he also has complicated feelings with enough to make him wonder if this is a trait. But it's Genji who knows him - technically - the longest. He has history, even if half of it is of the kind he'd rather not relive. ]

Hooh~ [ Gladio drawls, dusting snow off himself as he moves in. ]

Does that mean you'll keep me warm?

[ He knows exactly what he's implying. He knows perhaps better than most the inner-workings of this friend of his. He's spent months acquainting himself with how to unhinge his armor and lean his limbs free of debris, make them the most they can be through invasive maintenance. ]

Can you even manage, with that rickety old tin man body of yours...

[ He reserves this final challenge for when he's finally crowded into his personal space, his breath misting the negligible air between them. ]

To keep me warm, I mean.

[bythehand]

[ Look, the only good thing he's ever seen come out of Jakku is Rey, he doesn't make the rules. Or, well, the Falcon is... technically a good thing, too. Did more than enough for them. BB-8 was pretty good. He guesses Poe got off of Jakku, so that must count for something.

The only undeniably good thing he's ever seen come out of Jakku that had been there for years is Rey, and all the rest can go to the back burner. ]

Seemed fair to ask. Did you think there was someone on a Star Destroyer I was interested in?

[storradr]

Not 'sure'. Answer the question. I need you to answer the question.

[He tilted his head slightly, but not far enough to outright avoid Dodger's wandering touch, still looking annoyed at how evasive the young man was being.]

I am most-[he pauses as Dodger leaned in and pressed another kiss to his lips]-ly referring to sex. You did enjoy what we did? [It was difficult to keep his hands off of Dodger. He was laying right there, after all, might as well trail his fingers down his side.]

[bythehand]

[ Finn sees no point in Poe ruffling his hair, but he will, without missing a beat, automatically try to get his big floppy hand up to ruffle Poe's right back.

He doesn't even look at him while he does it, he's still scoping out the street for a few seconds. ]

Actively? No. Do I like it better when I know if one's around? Yes.

[smokedout]

Sure, I liked it. [His eyes narrow a bit.] But what's important is that you liked it, yeah? You were in charge. Why bother with how I was feeling if I didn't stop you.

[That's just how it works in his mind. People are in charge of their own pleasure, others are just a tool by which to get that pleasure. He'd enjoyed being used for the first time in a long while... but that doesn't mean he thinks his enjoyment was important in the grand scheme of things.]

...How much do you really wanna be discussing semantics, anyway. Get a few more drinks in me and we could just go for a second round instead.

[storradr]

Even if you did not express your dislike for something by trying to burn it... No, I would not have, if you were not. [Ragnar states it without hesitation. It was a simple truth for him.]

You do not want to discuss that either? [He raised an eyebrow, a hint of a mischievous glint in his eyes.] Then I should not bother to ask what sorts of things you enjoy?

[He took another drink of whiskey and then tapped the neck of the bottle on Dodger's shoulder, offering it to him.]

[smokedout]

What's with you and discussions?

[He sits up properly, taking the bottle and draining it with one gulp. No wonder he smells so heavily of alcohol, given how easily he packs it away.]

If I get an upper hand on you I'll show you what I like - otherwise it doesn't matter. [If anything, he seems actively uncomfortable now with being asked what he's into. He gets up and retrieves the bottle of Fireball, bringing it back to settle on Ragnar's lap again and drink from it.] To the victor go the spoils. Sex is just a battlefield where both parties can enjoy the slaughter.

[storradr]

[Ragnar sighed and lowered himself back down to lay flat on the mattress instead of propped up on one elbow, rubbing his hands down his face.]

You had one. And you did nothing. Just sat there. [He pointed out with a bit of a sneer.]

Get off. I am getting dressed. [He shoved a bit at Dodger and started to sit up. He decided he'd stayed more than long enough.]

[flowlikewater]

[ Genji's haggard brows raise just slightly and a color dusts his cheekbones that can't be attributed to the cold. He can't really be annoyed about it but Gladio can always make him a little flustered, off kilter. He takes a silent and steadying breath as he gets closer.

He lowers his eyelids a bit, playfully. ] Rickety, hmm? You say that, after all your hard work lately?

[ And then that puff of warm air in between them, causing goosebumps to dither Genji's scarce flesh. ] I have no doubt I could. [ His lips quirk in a smirk for a second. ] If you asked nicely.

[smokedout]

[He lets out an offended huff, and rolls off of him.]

Fine - I don't need you here, anyway. Ruining the good buzz.

[And more honestly, Ragnar has given him a lot to think over that he really, really doesn't want to think about. He'd rather not get any more, even if it means losing the pleasant company.

He gets up after a pause, bothering at least to get on his boxers and a shirt before going over to lean against the door and wait for Ragnar to get dressed. He'll just teleport him across, to avoid showing him what the mechanisms keeping the door safe look like.]

[somakemelaugh]

[He shrugs a shoulder, giggling quietly.]

You certainly were, and observant enough to notice that. Did you ever see any sort of decoration in my shop for any event or holiday, as it were? [Spoiler alert: he hadn't. Undertaker never decorated.]

hELP i lost this

[wingedman]

Mmm.

[Sam hums thoughtfully, but it's pretty clear that he's lost the train of conversation in favor of staring intently at the exposed column of Poe's throat.]

Maybe in a minute.

[angelic_archer]

I'll be wanting to have a talk with them too before my husband starts turning people into ferrets.

[Magnus would understand if a non-platonic kiss was needed, but he wouldn't be happy about it. Neither would Alec, but he can't turn people into small, furry animals when he's annoyed.]

Have you been caught by this stuff before?

[vedaandme]

[That really sounded like a terrible idea.]

I suppose we should just get it over with, then.

[He frowned up at the plant.]

It's glowing. Are they all different colors?

[threatenwithcuteness]

Do you just describe everyone with animals?

*First he was a cat, now he's a wolf, pick one.*

Anyway, if I just waited for him to make a move I'd still be waiting. It's easier to just go for what I want now. After everything.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ The way she moves against him pulls another strained noise from him – something that shares a distant relative with a moan – and each shift against him leaves him aching, has him shifting his own hips to seek out that contact, that pressure. His pulse drums in his ears, thunderous, and each touch of their bare skin together is electric and maddening.

It’s been a while. It’s been ages. And Peter kind of figures that at some point point he’s going to be practically begging, mindless and desperate, but for now, he’s appreciating the moment. Her grip in his hair. The wet heat of her mouth against his. Her skin warm and soft beneath his touch. It’s fan-fucking-tastic, and a part of him just keeps thinking, Finally, finally, finally.

Because he’s wanted Gamora for so goddamn long, in a million different ways, and it’s— unreal to him, if he’s honest, that they’re here, that they’re finally a thing, and god—

—when she grinds down on him again, he absolutely moans this time, pulling her against him, holding her there as he arches up against her—

—god, he hopes he doesn’t fuck this up. ]

[volitaunt]

[ And then there's Poe who looks at a shady person who asks if he's Poe Dameron and says "yeah so what".

He half-ducks Finn's hand, though he doesn't put much effort into it.

The two of them seem to be drawing attention from a few passerby--just two dudes hanging out in a mistletoe-induced prison looking perfectly comfortable with one another. It's... not exactly the usual mistletoe scenario, really, since they're not ragingly awkward, making out with enthusiasm, or ragingly wrathful. ]

Have there been a lot of shady people here?

[ MOST OF THEM SEEM PERFECTLY NICE TO HIM. ]

[tempredmental]

[Well, he'd never claimed to be good at it. He sighed a little, resigning himself to the truth of her comment. He knew it.]

Yeah... I guess we are. You're okay with that?

belatedly puts a nsfw warning right here..........

[godslay]

[ —Oh, has she ever heard that noise from him before? She's entirely sure she hasn't, because it sends an immediate thrill of arousal down her spine, hits her with unprecedented electricity, because hearing him so unrestrained, so eager and wanting – wanting her – makes her blood burn.

She doesn't pull away, but her lips break from his, a shakier exhale breathed against his mouth as she presses against him, skin to skin, and then more pointedly grinds down into the arc of his hips. She rolls into a smooth rhythm, a mimicry of riding him, but she can feel the curve of his cock through his jeans, even through her own, and she loves this tactile reminder of what she can do to him. ]

Bed?

[ An offer that sounds almost like a growl, though it doesn't shape itself as a command. She wants him so badly she'd be content with this couch, but a bed might be more comfortable, might give them room to settle together in the aftermath, and, well, sheets can be washed. Couch cushions, however...

But is Gamora considering that at this exact moment? No, because she's slipping a hand between them, fumbling with the opening of Peter's pants, trying to deal with his belt. ]

[tempredmental]

Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

[Desert boy wasn't a fan of long periods of forced outside activity when it was cold like this.]

I'm guessing that means you haven't gotten this color be-...

[Well, okay. Consider him fully distracted from talking this through now. That was really nice... and had a way of sort of warming him up, honestly. He leaned his head a bit, and then lowered it so he could kiss her back... behind her ear, along her pulse point, along her hair line...

Her hair smelled good...]

[ragnarsson]

[He looks back up. There's a sharp contrast between the Valkyrie who's hundreds of years old and the Viking who is still a very young sixteen at moments like this.]

Yes. Maybe the hour's wait will be better.

[ragnarsson]

[Magical kissing bubble mistletoe. Ivar's really not surprised after all the other shenanigans this place has gotten up to in the past.]

I take it you've done this before?

UHHHHH NSFW WARNING 40 COMMENTS AGO....

[nostalgiabomb]

[ She grinds against him with far more purpose, far more intent, and he groans again, holding her close, rutting up against her. And it occurs to him, then, that there are, like, a million layers too many separating them, that if she keeps this up he really might just come in his jeans, and ugh, what is he, a horny, desperate teenager?

The way she growls makes him shudder, because wow, that was. New. And good. Like, really good, and he could stand to hear her like that again, except she’s sending some seriously mixed signals, here, because she’s fumbling with his belt without even waiting for his answer. Which— you know what? That’s fine, actually. That’s cool. That’s awesome, because maybe that means Gamora is as eager for this as he is, that she’s just been waiting for the right moment, like he has been.

He at least does her the favor of undoing the heavy buckle of his belt, yanking it from the loops of his pants to let it clatter to the floor. ]

Bed.

[ Decisively, if breathless, and he pushes himself to the edge of the couch. He could carry her to the bedroom, if he needs to, and sometimes his partners seriously dug that particular display of strength, but he’s not sure if Gamora would appreciate it. ]