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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[franciscoramon]

I get that.

[ Cisco frowns softly with understanding, and empathy; he can't imagine what he'd do, if he ever lost Eddie. There had been a few close scrapes, in this place. Monsters out past the wall. Shootouts. Cisco tries not to think about them too much, but when he does, he wants to build Eddie a suit like Tony's and never let him out of it. Which Eddie would never allow, of course, but it doesn't change the fact that he knows what it is, to be terrified of a loved one's mortality.

Then Daenerys is saying that not only is her fiancee royalty, but she is, too. Which, Cisco thinks, staring at her with his mouth hanging open a little, he ought to have realized. Royalty married other royalty, didn't they? Not always, but a lot of the time? And from the sound of it, it'd been some kind of alliance - different regions, or countries? In any case, he is definitely talking to a queen and that is definitely a lot of pressure. He remembers not to gape, belatedly, and just crosses his arms over his chest, feeling uneasy for a whole new set of reasons, now. ]

I- sorry. I didn't realize. Your... majesty?

[ There's a tone of question in that, because he's not sure if that's what he ought to call her. This really is a trainwreck, isn't it? ]

I'm friends with some people who do magic, now, but they don't use it for stuff like this. Just... to make pastries and do their hair and stuff like that.

[ He can't tell if she's joking (he thinks maybe she is? she's smiling, so...) but he laughs softly, shaking his head. ]

No no no, uh- we have, like, house houses. I meant... you said you were Daenerys of House... Targeryan? [ He gets close on the pronunciation, but not quite there. ] And that's your, um, sort of clan or bloodline, right? That's what I meant.

[bottombitch]

[ When he separates, Aoba instantly feels the cold rush in all around him and he clutches at himself, rubbing his arms over his sleeves. His face still feels like it's burning up, but the rest of him is freezing. ]

Th-that's not it at all! Just where did you get that idea from, Karamatsu!

[ There's nothing wrong with him, he wants to say, but because he knows that's not 100% true he just... avoids it. There's plenty wrong with Karamatsu... and the same could be said of him too. But more importantly, that's not his point. As if to stress it, he takes a hand off warming his shoulders, his breath steaming the air as he points back at him. ]

Wouldn't it upset you if your boyfriend went around kissing other people? E-even if it was because of something weird like this, I'd be really hurt!

[jelmazmo]

( It's not something she's going to question; his eyes are expressive as her own can be, and what she sees there is enough for the moment to convey that on some level at least, he understands. Though not even she understands the full depth of the finer details, how Jon had for a time been lost to her before she'd ever lain eyes upon him in person. But she'd lost a man and her child on the same day once and nearly done so again the day Viserion fell.

The sight of the Night King and his army haunts her still, and for a long moment, there's a hollow light in her gaze before it turns to steel. He'd come back to her. History will not repeat itself. )

No need, ser. It would be 'Your Grace,' but Daenerys is fine. That, and many other titles I've earned mean little here.

( Indeed, they mean nothing at all. Her posture straightens at that, and Viserion chirps avidly at her shoulder. )

Are you certain? I've met witch and warlock both; one took the lives of those dear to me, and the other threatened to do the same. 'Only death can pay for life.' Or so they say.

( Dany's aversion to magic is deeply rooted in the loss of her husband and son, though it'd also given her her dragons. It takes her a long moment again to find the ability to be light, but she does eventually, and tips her head, considering his words. )

Oh, that's a relief. I was about to ask if you all live in tents. I've known those who do. ( No shame there, and a shadow of a smile crosses her face. ) Targaryen. And yes, my family line. But you surely must have a record of your own heritage, yes? Or, your people must, surely.

[spellslots]

You're like, on a completely different level than the rest of us, huh?

[just fucking

iconique

who else would get drunk and write a play about that time they faked their death]

[valr]

You have a child?

[Catch her trying to do the math in her head, since she didn't think Ivar had been here that long.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ His shoulders rise and fall without a hint of irony as he blithely replies. ]

There were women weeping in the halls.

[valr]

[It would be easy to go too far with this. Sif is stunning and Kara is a mess of complicated feelings and it isn't hard to turn a chaste kiss into a less-than-chaste kiss, if Sif were willing.

But it would feel a little sleazy, all things considered. So Kara returns this kiss lightly, without initiating anything more, keeping her hands to herself as she does. The fact she licks her lips once she's pulled away is more subconscious than any deliberate move.

And then she's... sort of at a loss for words, unsure where to go from here.]

[fiercestwarrior]

[ Sif is currently a mess of complicated feelings too, but this little kiss feels simple enough.

Sif tucks a strand of hair behind Kara's ear before letting her hands drop, smiling. ]

There we are.

[valr]

[It's a surprisingly tender gesture, and it makes Kara feel a little brave.]

Perhaps I'll spare whoever caused this.

[Since it led to her getting a kiss from Sif, and that's worth all the other drama, really.]

[glitterpants]

I don't know.. I've never had a boyfriend before.
_{[ Or a girlfriend.. for that matter. His flower fairy girl didn't count.. mostly. He remains where he's at, the furthest distance he can be from Aoba, and has the nerve to stick his nose in the air. ]}

Very well. I suppose we can stand here and be cold.

[fiercestwarrior]

[ Sif huffs out an almost embarrassed little laugh, her gaze dropping momentarily. ]

You flatter me.

[valr]

[It almost catches her off guard, that hint of embarrassment, because surely Sif shouldn't be surprised by a compliment.]

I never flatter, it's a waste of breath.

[Flattery implies something that isn't sincere.]

[fiercestwarrior]

[ She is by that kind of compliment. ]

That is true.

[ Sif is pretty similar herself. ]

I am glad that my kiss was not displeasing. I have gone long without much practice.

[valr]

[Were Sif anyone else, Kara would be making some overtures right now, but Sif is Sif, and these days sex is a distraction, for Kara, not something to be done with someone she genuinely respects.]

I thought they appreciated beauty, in Asgard. You should have thousands of suitors.

[But she can flirt a little. It's harmless, surely.]

[fiercestwarrior]

[ She laughs at that, shaking her head. ]

Not at all.

[ In part because most people in Asgard know at this point that it would be a waste of time to try to court Sif. ]

But that is not a bad thing.

[valr]

[Ah, well, that's different.]

If it is my lady's choice, then I shall not make war on Asgard for the insult to your beauty.

[hey kara?

what the fuck]

[fiercestwarrior]

[ There might be a slightly pink tint to Sif's lovely cheeks right now. ]

My beauty, such as it is, is hardly worthy of such an effort.

[fiercestwarrior]

As will I.

[ It is more than a little tiresome to keep ending up like this. ]

So. Where should I kiss you?

[ Since apparently this whole thing comes with options. ]

[franciscoramon]

Okay. Daenerys it is.

[ Slowly, Cisco is overcoming his shock and adjusting to the idea that he's speaking to royalty. Sure, it's novel. But so are dragons. So were elves, before he came to this place. And now, he doesn't bat an eye when Taako teleports into his workshop out of nowhere for coffee and gossip. ]

I mean. It's possible everybody who does magic in your world is totally bad news. I've never been there, so, y'know, how would I have any clue.

[ He sighs, chewing at his lower lip as he tries to think how best to explain what he wants to get across to her. ]

But in my experience... it's not the abilities themselves that are good or bad, but the people using them. Where I'm from, there's these people called speedsters. Basically just people who can run really, really fast. Faster than you can even see. I knew two of them. One... he was a monster. Pure evil, through and through. He used his powers to kill people, and do a whole lot of really really bad things. But the other speedster I knew, who had the exact same powers, spent all his time trying to help. Saving old ladies from burning buildings, stopping robberies. Keeping innocent people safe. Same powers. Just... very different men.

[ Cisco finishes with a little shrug. He would understand, if Daenerys still had difficulty trusting people who could use magic, if a witch had killed someone she loved. Hell, sometimes it unsettles Cisco, thinking about the stuff that the Flash and Reverse Flash had in common. He knows that sometimes, rationality is not enough to overcome something traumatic. Still, it's worth trying to persuade her a little, he thinks. If only for her own peace of mind living in this place with so many magic-users. ]

And some of my best friends in this place can use magic, but they'd never say creepy shit like only death can pay for life or just go around killing people.

[ Okay Cisco is pretty sure Taako's killed some people, but not in cold blood, and that's a different matter entirely. ]

Targaryen, sorry, yeah. And we have families, just... it's more informal. Not a political thing. Just fathers and mothers and kids and aunts and uncles with the same last name. Doesn't have anything to do with ruling.

[wiccecraft]

[ Caleb manages to nod before she kisses him again and then it's...well.

He closes his eyes and tries to match his movements to hers, instead of trying to practically devour her mouth on the spot. Tries not to press forward too hard. Keeps his hands about at about her waist level, fingers bunching and tangling into the material of her shirt as he gains and loses breath in turns.

It doesn't take much for him to kind of forget that at least a third of the point was to figure out which mistletoe needed which kiss, and this one? Isn't budging, no matter how nice the feel of Sarah's lips are against his.

When he pulls away for a breath it's not far; his heart is pounding and his pupils are blown and he isn't sure how people do this for hours without losing their shit. ]

Better?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Oh, thank god.

He was hoping she'd say that. Or, like, at least he was hoping she was thinking that, because even if he would stop if she asked. If she told him right then and there that this wasn't happening anymore, he'd happily back off, but he's pretty sure he'd, like, fall straight off the bed in a dead faint.

But she responds in kind, meeting him thrust for thrust, pressing against him so that her body is a long line of heat against his. Each touch of their bare skin sends something thrumming through him, like the hum of a magnet, and he seeks out more and more contact with her. He mouths at her neck, alternating between open-mouthed kisses and panting against her shoulder.

They find their rhythm together, and as they do, Peter feels that golden heat pooling in him, flowing through him, building and building until he feels like he's nearing that edge – close, but not quite falling over. ]

[godslay]

[ She needed this. She needed it, and she didn't even know it, because she'd been shut off from this piece of herself for so long. But here, she can be swept away in the moment, in Peter, and this is just one more instance of Gamora getting to be... Gamora. It feels like her sexuality was yet another part of herself that Thanos stripped away, forced into the role of weaponry, but no more. She's this, here with Peter, connected in every possible way, and she can't think of anywhere else she'd rather be.

The sounds of their breathing, of skin sliding against skin, moans and gasps and snippets of words— Gamora's senses are overwhelmed. Pleasure sparks through her with every point of contact, and the longer he fucks her, the more intense that electricity becomes. ]

Peter—

[ Gasped against his ear, higher, needier, as she detaches one hand from his shoulders, slipping between their bodies to find where they're joined. She rolls her clit with a somewhat less-practiced touch, but that doesn't seem to matter much as her muscles tighten around his cock with each jolt through her system. ]

Harder—

[tempredmental]

I think Lola called it a butterfly kiss.

[Keith shrugged. Regardless of what it was, they'd certainly had some fun figuring it out. But, Keith wasn't going to get into those details with Shiro.]

What else to people kiss?

[somakemelaugh]

Oh, it's fun and festive, to be sure. But no one likes a merry Christmas or a frightening Halloween then they're burying people they held dear. Seems to ruin the point of the thing and the holiday itself, but I'm sure you know about that.

[He doesn't have to say why. He saw Ciel try avoiding his birthday like the plague.]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Let it never be said that Peter doesn't take direction well.

Because he's pretty sure he'd do almost anything Gamora asked – though he may kick up a bit of a fuss beforehand, just to keep up appearances. And this particular direction is easy enough to follow.

He picks up his pace, thrusts into her with more purpose, and fuck, she's so tight and hot and wet around him, her walls clenching down on his cock. He shifts to claim her lips again, the kiss bruising and desperate and frantic as he moves up to that edge, as that heat coils in him, tighter and tighter, higher and higher. ]