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Entry tags:
- anna amarande: celene,
- chara: kai,
- ezra bridger: lis,
- faith lehane: kai,
- falco grice: owlie,
- gideon nav: floral,
- illarion albireo: lark,
- izuku "deku" midoriya: tea,
- johnny lawerance: josh,
- kainé: ava,
- katsuki bakugou: megan,
- kaworu nagisa: ru,
- l lawliet: lexil,
- lexi howard: argustar,
- luna lovegood: cheryl,
- ochako uraraka: roxy,
- oscar pine: basil,
- paul atreides: beth,
- peter graham: jhey,
- renfri: alex,
- ruby rose: josh,
- sakoto hojo: kari,
- sansa stark: lindsey,
- sayo yasuda: doom,
- shouto todoroki: blythe,
- shōyō hinata: owlie,
- the emperor: rona,
- tinya wazzo: argustar
Birthday Party
Who: Paul Atreides and all his CR
What: Throwing everyone’s favorite Duke a surprise birthday party
When: Forwarded dated to April 1st
Where: Bone House in Gaze
Content Warnings: Drinking, underage drinking, drugs (both fictional and not), drawings of space worms, skeletons, will add further warnings if necessary
When you arrive at the house in Gaze, (affectionately known as Bone House), a skeleton will open the door and offer to take your coat if you have one. No need to take your shoes off or anything!
The large house has been decorated with black streamers and confetti. In the entryway and hung on the railing to the second floor that overlooks the entrance to the great room are large banners that say “HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAUL” (though one looks like it used to say “Jaune” but was just painted over? Whatever).
In the Living Room, there is a large board and various colored markers for people to write messages to the birthday boy. There is also a table full of bottled water and various couches, chairs, and beanbags to collapse into if the party gets to be too much and one needs a quiet place to rest or a place to chill if you’ve imbibed too much… well, whatever you had.
It is also where all the food and drinks are.
There’s an extremely large charcuterie board with the usual meats, cheeses, and olives as well as an extremely eccentric collection of snacks ranging from individual sized Cheez-it bags, to humungous bags of Doritos and salty chips, as well as nearly every kind of Oreo one can imagine.
There are also various cakes, all angel food. Some are misshapen, some have an attempt at being frosted with whipped cream and fruit, one even says “Happy Birthday Ka-” before that was hastily covered with a bunch of strawberries jammed really close together.
At the island, a skeleton is playing bartender. Surprisingly, it can seem to take and understand individual orders, but there’s always a constant flow of tequila shots being made and sent out to the great hall to be served by another skeleton.
And, no, of course it’s not going to check your age to see if you’re legal. It’s a skeleton. Why would it care?
The Great Hall is the center of activity and where everyone is encouraged to mingle and have fun. There is a skeleton on the grand piano in the corner gleefully playing piano covers of the hits from the Shrek Soundtrack with the occasional cover of “DaRude’s Sandstorm” when it has another one to help out.
In another corner, on huge piece of paper that spans nearly 6ft wide and 8ft tall is drawing of an Arrakis sandworm and it’s giant maw. The game is Pin the Tooth on the Sandworm and it’s… very easy… because the worm maw is most of the board. Even if the skeleton spins you as you’re blindfolded, it’s pretty hard to lose. If you manage to do it, which is likely, the skeleton running the game will award you a tequila shot! If you lose, the skeletons will award you a tequila shot (but it’s rail).
(It’s a drinking game, isn’t the point to drink?)
There’s also a table that has many candelabras on it, numbering up to seventeen. They’re still lit and burning even though there is a sign that says “make a wish!” even though it almost looks like a shrine for the dead.
…It’s maybe clear that the concept of “birthday candles” was greatly misunderstood.
There is also a skeleton dealing out small doses of “Spice”, a psychoactive drug straight outta the Duneverse. However, you must check in with this Skeleton to get a dose. There will be no “permanently melting your brain with ancestral memories” at this party!
Teacher’s/God’s/Jod’s/The Emperor Undying’s study, adjacent to the main hall, is closed and locked. Though, the lock is fairly easy to break if someone really wanted to get in. There’s not even skeletons guarding.
That said, many things are warded with eerie runes of blood and bone.
So, fuck around and find out.
The upstairs is generally off limits. Party goers can climb up the stairs, and it’s encouraged if they want to look over the Great Room from above, but all of the bedrooms are carefully guarded by more skeletons who will SCREAM VERY LOUDLY if you try to enter and will become hostile if done by force.
Of course, this won’t happen if you are with someone who lives in the house.
Enjoy the party! Mingle away!
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Birthday Board | At the Party | The Morning After | IC Party Games | Spice Dealer
What: Throwing everyone’s favorite Duke a surprise birthday party
When: Forwarded dated to April 1st
Where: Bone House in Gaze
Content Warnings: Drinking, underage drinking, drugs (both fictional and not), drawings of space worms, skeletons, will add further warnings if necessary
When you arrive at the house in Gaze, (affectionately known as Bone House), a skeleton will open the door and offer to take your coat if you have one. No need to take your shoes off or anything!
The large house has been decorated with black streamers and confetti. In the entryway and hung on the railing to the second floor that overlooks the entrance to the great room are large banners that say “HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAUL” (though one looks like it used to say “Jaune” but was just painted over? Whatever).
In the Living Room, there is a large board and various colored markers for people to write messages to the birthday boy. There is also a table full of bottled water and various couches, chairs, and beanbags to collapse into if the party gets to be too much and one needs a quiet place to rest or a place to chill if you’ve imbibed too much… well, whatever you had.
It is also where all the food and drinks are.
There’s an extremely large charcuterie board with the usual meats, cheeses, and olives as well as an extremely eccentric collection of snacks ranging from individual sized Cheez-it bags, to humungous bags of Doritos and salty chips, as well as nearly every kind of Oreo one can imagine.
There are also various cakes, all angel food. Some are misshapen, some have an attempt at being frosted with whipped cream and fruit, one even says “Happy Birthday Ka-” before that was hastily covered with a bunch of strawberries jammed really close together.
At the island, a skeleton is playing bartender. Surprisingly, it can seem to take and understand individual orders, but there’s always a constant flow of tequila shots being made and sent out to the great hall to be served by another skeleton.
And, no, of course it’s not going to check your age to see if you’re legal. It’s a skeleton. Why would it care?
The Great Hall is the center of activity and where everyone is encouraged to mingle and have fun. There is a skeleton on the grand piano in the corner gleefully playing piano covers of the hits from the Shrek Soundtrack with the occasional cover of “DaRude’s Sandstorm” when it has another one to help out.
In another corner, on huge piece of paper that spans nearly 6ft wide and 8ft tall is drawing of an Arrakis sandworm and it’s giant maw. The game is Pin the Tooth on the Sandworm and it’s… very easy… because the worm maw is most of the board. Even if the skeleton spins you as you’re blindfolded, it’s pretty hard to lose. If you manage to do it, which is likely, the skeleton running the game will award you a tequila shot! If you lose, the skeletons will award you a tequila shot (but it’s rail).
(It’s a drinking game, isn’t the point to drink?)
There’s also a table that has many candelabras on it, numbering up to seventeen. They’re still lit and burning even though there is a sign that says “make a wish!” even though it almost looks like a shrine for the dead.
…It’s maybe clear that the concept of “birthday candles” was greatly misunderstood.
There is also a skeleton dealing out small doses of “Spice”, a psychoactive drug straight outta the Duneverse. However, you must check in with this Skeleton to get a dose. There will be no “permanently melting your brain with ancestral memories” at this party!
Teacher’s/God’s/Jod’s/The Emperor Undying’s study, adjacent to the main hall, is closed and locked. Though, the lock is fairly easy to break if someone really wanted to get in. There’s not even skeletons guarding.
That said, many things are warded with eerie runes of blood and bone.
So, fuck around and find out.
The upstairs is generally off limits. Party goers can climb up the stairs, and it’s encouraged if they want to look over the Great Room from above, but all of the bedrooms are carefully guarded by more skeletons who will SCREAM VERY LOUDLY if you try to enter and will become hostile if done by force.
Of course, this won’t happen if you are with someone who lives in the house.
Enjoy the party! Mingle away!
((ooc: if you have any questions or anything, please hit me up at
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He wants to take this all the way, skin and membrane and sighs all willing. With Shōyō straining toward him, he tugs any trance of the volleyball player's shirt from his waistband and slides his slender hands up under his shirt, palms pressed flush against warm pectorals as he leans deeper into the long, wonderful kiss.]
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shōyō breaks the kiss when he only then begins to feel the wear at his heels, from keeping propped for too long, and it’s there that he not only gathers his breath and rattling heart, but guides lazarus closer to something they could rest on: the bed. ]
Over, just— here.
[ he’s still mostly nose to nose, breathy and for once, hushed, but with a smile that threatened to expose his teeth again. he’s trying terribly to keep it under control as he sat, pressing his lips together and just waiting for the right angle to press another. ]
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It's a kind of free fall. If he did stop to think about this, something would be loss, some momentum would grind to a halt and they'd smooth their hair and clothes, laugh awkwardly and rejoin the party because what else could they do, and that isn't what he wants.
He presses his hands forward against the other man's warm chest, not considering Shōyō's heels as the sturdiness of the wall at the redhead's back strikes a solid contrast to his own spindly insubstantiality. His head is hazy with an overload of intense but broad awareness; he can feel his blood, he can see bright shimmering pinpricks when he closes his eyes, Shōyō tastes sweet and human all at the same time. Everything his mind is overwhelmed to keep track of is something his body has pared down to simplicity and purpose, however, and at Shōyō's half-formed and nudging guidance, he's nodding before he's processed it.]
Right...!
[As though he'll have the first idea what to do when they're on it. There's possessing a mechanical knowledge of how that goes, while also being riddled with anxieties over what might stop or complicate it. At the heart of it is the simple fact that L has never done this before, which is unusual for a man in his mid-twenties. However natural it seems, the potential to screw it all up seems enormous and heavy as their legs bump irregularly against the edge of the mattress and L is half-climbing and half-falling gracelessly onto it, half-pulling and half-pushing Shōyō along with him and unintentionally digging into some part of his partner with his knee when he comes down half-on-top.
That felt like it probably hurt; he hopes that it didn't. Kisses will make it better, hopefully? He pushes their faces together again, a flourish to distract from an error, starting to undo the buttons of Shōyō's shirt. Shōyō had seemed to really like being touched underneath it, and ultimately it's just in the way, with that frame of mind.]
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but it was dangerous, wasn’t it! in the end, shōyō can only laugh behind a tight-lipped grin, owwwwowowowah from a mouth that is being given apology attention right on the spot (and just for the record, it’s easy to tell that shōyō wasn’t down for the count, or else he wouldn’t be smiling).
he needs to get acclimated: there is another dude right on top of him and going for his shirt, they’ve just kissed a whole deal, now what? was it obvious? was it even for real? wow, it was. and since shōyō too, has never honed his attention to this, this is a mighty first that shows in how he directly and mentally fumbles around this step. a natural little voice in his head asked “should I really?” while the other begged not to stop and just do something back.
that something, while his back re-arches to nimble fingers, is, oh, dear— never mind, he had done ir seconds before actually realizing. both hands are very generously at lazarus and whatever backside it was that he could grab. crapcrapcrap was i too directtttt—?! ]
Is this, um, [ he’s trying to speak through his cheeks already turning just about purple, ] okay?
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He thinks he likes this angle even better for kissing. Gravity lends him more leverage and physical assertion; as light and bony as he is, he's able to effectively press the other young man into the mattress, and isn't it an unmistakable sign that there are no crossed lines or mixed signals, and that Shōyō's wanted this way very unambiguously?
Well... not quite. Though he's being pulled closer by the sparse flesh on his ass, to the point where he can feel crushing, aching heat and pressure between them, Shōyō's got a question for him. He pauses in the kisses he's pressing along Shōyō's neck, glancing up and blinking his wide dark eyes.]
Yes... I tried to make that clear. Are you worried about something?
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God Himself stands in the doorway, looming tall in— well, not divine fury, but certainly divine exasperation. His hair is sticking up funny from how many times he's run a hand through it, tonight. A paper sandworm tooth is pinned to his lapel like a brooch. He's still holding a knockoff Smirnoff Ice. ]
Of course. [ This he murmurs to himself, wry. ] Would you boys mind relocating?
[ He makes eye contact with Lazarus, and there is not a speck of real surprise or apology in him. ]
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now he's probably purple, or as close to purple as warmbloods could look. ]
Pff—Yessir.
[ he feels so absolutely giddy right now that he can't read the room, if there were to be any tense afterimages around this accidental encounter! fixing his shirt, he waits for lazarus. ]
—Sorry. Mhm.
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In fact, he begins to raise his voice, tetchy and annoyed.]
Occupied...
[Not that he should have to say it, because it should be obvious.
Then he sees who's at the door, and the flush sits high on his pale cheeks. For a moment he's just trying, in his own private world, to make sense of the fact that of all the rooms in the house, they could have chosen the Emperor's.
Half-straddling Shoyo, he's careful about the way he dismounts and the way he straightens to edge his way toward the door.]
Come on...
[He follows closely, just making sure that, as he goes, he is positioned at all times between Shoyo and the necromancer.]