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Soda Pop Open-Meme

Welcome to the party. It's like an ice cream social without the ice cream!

Tables are covered in black cloth, but atop them is what you'll need to focus on.

Soda arranged in a rainbow spans across each table; the only question now is which color you'll take!

SODA POP:

1. RED: You are irrevocably in love with the next person you see after drinking this cherry flavored soda! Who knows if they return the feeling, but you need to tell them how you feel, and they need to know now!

2. ORANGE: Kissing! Kisses everywhere. You don't care what kind of kisses they are or where they're placed, but you need to satisfy this kissing urge as soon as possible!

3. YELLOW: For some reason, you're in a rather sour mood now. Grumpy! Maybe it's that tang of citrus in your drink... Only the company of someone else will help you now! The closer you are to them, the better you feel.

4. GREEN: Suddenly, you're overcome with the need for hugs. Cuddles. Maybe even hand holding. For some unknown reason, you have an intense desire for some affection!

5. BLUE: Your personality has just done a 180! Looking at your sworn enemy? They're now your soul mate. Were you the most villianeous villian to ever live? Now you're quite the hero! Who knew cotton candy beverages had this affect on you-!

6. PURPLE: Feeling those first-date nerves again? The next person you spot makes you feel this way! They might not realize this is a date, but you sure are under the impression it is, and you're definitely feeling the nerves. Even hand-holding seems a little scandalous. But maybe just for a minute--

7. INDIGO: For some reason you feel inexplicably warm. And that person beside you- Well they're rather attractive, aren't they? Wow, gosh, what was in that drink you just had-? You can't seem to focus on anything but the next person you see and getting them into one of those dark corners as soon as you can!

8. CLEAR: Who knows what this does--! Also known as a wild card; choose which affect to have, combine sodas, or re-roll!

DIRECTIONS:

1) Post with your character!
2) Reply to other people with your character and go to the random number generator, and generate a number between 1 and 8.
4) Correspond the number to the soda colors and the affects the drink has when you comment.
5) The first character replies; you have the choice of picking a number as well, or going with the flow!
6) Any rating goes. No wank, please!

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* OOC *

For this meme, I'm offering the following:

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pinkutau | Momo Momone (UTAU - AU) | OTA
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mrlivingskull | Saul Livingston (OC) | M/F technically, but OTA for cracklolz
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altereaped | Len Harper (Vocaloid - AU) | M/F
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doubleringuns Rin Kagamine | Vocaloid - AU) | F/F preferred.
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hakupier | Haku Yowane (Vocaloid - AU) | F/M

No smut.
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Tell me which character you want in the subject line.

[M/M for ships/smut.]

[Bobby said this party would be good. He didn't mention that it'd be a soda and chips type party, without the fucking chips.

Dull as shit. What's he supposed to do here?

He takes a drink of something orange - he prefers simple cola, but there's none around - then turns around and plants a kiss on the guy standing beside him.

... wait, what?]

[Derek had just taken a drink of a soda he'd thought would be blackberry flavored, but he couldn't put a name on what exactly it actually tasted like. It felt warm as he swallowed, and immediately he knew something was wrong.

The warmth went straight to his groin, and it was at that very moment that he was kissed by an utter stranger.

It got even stranger when Derek kissed him back, one hand wrapping around his waist while the other moved up to tangle in his hair. Somewhere in his brain he knew this absolutely fucked up, but his body was telling him otherwise.]

What the hell did I just drink?

[He growled through gritted teeth, the Alpha's eyes glowing red. He felt like he was going through heat, but it was nowhere near the time of year that it usually came.]

[He's still being held, really held, but at least the stranger's pulled away far enough that Pyro can get a good look at him.

Not bad. If he's going to be making out with random strangers, at least this one's good looking. Not to mention -]

Nice eyes. [He's obviously not just dropping a compliment. However, he's also trailing kisses down Derek's rough, stubbled jaw, because he can't seem to stop.]

You should run. Now. I can't stop myself.

[Derek's primal instinct was to pull this man into a corner and ravish him mercilessly, but he was fighting the effects of whatever hellish magic he'd just drank.

He couldn't stop touching him long enough to allow him to run, however, taking in the other's scent before moving down to rub his cheek along Pyro's neck, first on one side, then the other. It was an animalistic urge, scent-marking, but he needed to mark what his body was telling him was his.]

[Okay. Poor impulse control isn't a mutation. So what is -

- no, the questions can be left for later. The rasp of the man's face against the tender skin of his neck has his heart racing, his breath quickening. He pulls back a little, his gaze hot, eyes nearly blacked out by his blown pupils.]

Do I look like I want you to stop? [Another kiss, only this time he sinks his teeth into the stranger's lower lip.] Gimme the best you've got.

[Yeah, his opinion on this party has definitely changed. He'll have to thank Bobby for this later.]

[He had a feeling Pyro would regret saying that, but right now he did have poor impulse control. So, at the bite to his lip, Derek actually picked him up and shoved him against a nearby wall that seemed to have at least a little privacy.

His claws were out, and he shredded his own shirt trying to get out of it before red eyes fixated on the other man.]

Off, or it comes off my way.

[He nearly lets out a startled cry at being picked up off the ground, and so effortlessly, but there's really enough indignity in the situation already. He doesn't need to be screaming like a girl on top of it.

Once he's settled, his eyes rest on those claws, uncertainty meeting with a hot, pulsing arousal at the idea of them against - cutting through - his skin. Definitely a mutant, but he still can't settle on what the exact mutation could be. At the very least, it's something animalistic, maybe like Dr. McCoy.]

Yeah, okay, I got it. [A little breathless now, he whips off his shirt before the strong urge to kiss comes back and he winds up with his mouth all over the other man's almost surreally perfect musculature. Licking, sucking, biting, sometimes focussed on his nipples and sometimes anywhere his mouth can reach.]

Derek's attention turned back to Pyro's neck, licking and biting the skin there in an almost feral way. His claws were at the other man's hips, digging in just slightly as he rolled his own hips forward, essentially dry humping him without a care for modesty.

He would've liked to understand what was happening him, out of all people Derek Hale would normally get the most pissed off at having no control over his body, but every time he became frustrated his brain soothed it away with the effects of the aphrodisiac he must've drank.

[No 7, please.]

[Canon/game or assumed CR equally loved. No smut, please.]

[[No smut, please]]

[She's no stranger to potions, and by Merlin's smelly left sock, these were definitely potions. Maybe something from WWW, even.]

[ No smut. F/M, F/F okay. She might be a bit... unreceptive because she's... well... Shadow. ]

[Aaah good old Misery Inc. If anybody ever wanted something to make them totally miserable, Misery Inc. products were just the ticket. Under Heloise's meticulous hand, they always delivered in the exact fashion Lucius wanted them to.

Well....most of the time, anyway.

The latest product? Soda. Who doesn't like soda, right? Everything about it looks enticing, from the design of the bottle to the vibrant colors the different flavors of soda came in.
There's just one catch. That soda you're drinking that you think is orange? SURPRISE, it's essence of foot, which happens to be the one thing you hate most out of any other flavor in the world. That was the beauty of the science behind Heloise's miserable concoction.

At least, that was the intention. Nobody knew that during Heloise's earlier experimentation, a certain Beezy J. Heinous wandered into Heloise's lab and 'accidentally' knocked a few vials into each other. A few small explosions and hasty rearranging of tubes and beakers later and the demon vanished without a trace.

Fast forward to now, with Jimmy and Beezy holding two different kinds of soda in their hands, fresh off the shelves from earlier that morning. They both got their favorite flavors- orange and green apple- and were planning on sharing them both since the commercials kept bragging about how amazing these sodas were supposed to be.
With a grin Jimmy holds up his bottle, knocking the rim against Beezy's.]

Ok Beezy, bottoms-

[Oh, wait, HEY! But it's too late. Beezy has already nearly guzzled down the whole bottle, and there's only a mouthful left before Jimmy jerks it away from the giggling, hiccuping demon with a scowl.]

Beezy! You promised we were gonna share that!

[He glances at his still full bottle and shrugs, pouring the rest of the orange soda into the green.]

Ah well, let's see what mixing 'em will taste like! And since Jimmy Two-Shoes doesn't break a promise, I'll let you have...

[He trails off when he looks up and notices that Beezy suddenly isn't there anymore.]

...some. ...Beezy? ...Beeeezy! Well geeze, I was gonna share. ...Ah well, more for me!

[And with that he puts the bottle to his lips and drinks it all in one go. Boy, for a Misery Inc. product, this stuff tastes amazing. It tastes....really amazing. Unusually so, somehow. By the time Jimmy moves to put the empty bottle on the table he can feel an odd sensation flooding him, warm and tingly that spreads from his chest out to the tips of his fingers and toes. A small chuckle passes his lips before he decides to hunt Beezy down so they can buy some more soda, leaving his house.

...He fails to spot Beezy just around the edge of his home with Cerbee in his claws, planting kiss after kiss on the demon dog's face while he squirms and whines, pawing at Beezy's face as he tries in vain to get away.]

[Heloise had been relentlessly working on and perfecting those new sodas for the past several days, and now that they were finally on the market, it was time for a well-deserved break. She's decided to take the day off today, having told Lucius that if he's got a problem with it to shut up and go count his money. The money that she's making him.
With her literal devil of a boss not having much to argue against that, she's left her laboratory and headed towards Jimmy's house.
She manages to catch him just in time, as he's leaving right as she gets there. Of course, at this point she has yet to realize he's already been indulging in her latest invention.]

Hey, Jimmy! You hungry? I was thinking we could go grab a lavaworm burger or something.

Oh, hey Hel-!

[Jimmy stops on a dime in his tracks and reaches up to cradle his head in one hand, letting out a soft groan. Wooow, that sure was a head rush out of nowhere. That warm, fuzzy feeling is still very much there, however. In fact, the more time that passes the stronger the feeling gets.
That was some good soda Heloise made.

He opens his mouth to tell her just HOW good it was, but something stops him. Another feeling, but not one that makes him dizzy.

Blinking a few times he looks down at her.]

Uuuhh...hu-hungry?

[Jimmy blinks harder, shaking his head to try to clear it. There's...something not quite right. He barely remembers what Heloise just said a moment ago, because for some reason he can't tear his gaze away.
And what's this sudden urge to....wrap his arms around her?

Biting his lip, he quickly folds one hand behind his back while nervously tugging on his collar with the other, starting to feel uncomfortably hot even though it's a surprisingly balmy day in Miseryville.]

Ahhh well uhh...I was actually um...uh....looking for Beezy! Yeah! ...you haven't uh.....uh.....seen him anywhere, have you hug?- I MEAN HELOISE!

Uhh... no?

[Thank misery, she thinks, but refrains from saying aloud.
Although it's impossible for her not to notice how uncomfortable Jimmy seems and how strangely he's acting, and also for her not to comment on it.]

Are you feeling okay, Jimmy?

[She's already a little worried.]

Yeah, yeah I'm fine! F-fit as a fiddle, yessiree...

[He takes a deep breath and holds it for a minute, glancing back towards his house. Get it together, Jimmy. You're just...overheated or something. Yeah, that's it!]

Hey, I've got an idea!! Why don't you come over to my place w-while I wait for Beezy to get back?

[The words tumble from his mouth before his mind has the chance to process what he just said. Well, no taking it back now. Not like he particularly wants to, but if this.....feeling doesn't go away soon, he might have to try distancing himself from Heloise until it does.]

If you say so...

[There isn't a lot she can do right now except keep an eye on him, since she's still rather skeptical. This was Jimmy after all, he'd claim he was fine if he got his arm cut off. In fact that happened last week.
Even so, she's in no way opposed to hanging out.]

Sure, sounds great!

[She uses this opportunity to take his hand, as she begins to lead him back inside his house.]

[He allows her to lead him as he takes a few deep, slow breaths to steady his alarmingly quickened heart rate. Maaaaybe he drank that soda a little too fast? It's weird though, since he's never been affected so drastically by soda of any sort before...

Just her holding his hand is making that feeling inside intensify, making him have to shift his weight from one foot to the other as he walks. Sweet corn something's definitely not right here.

Quickly he reaches out and pulls the door open when they reach his house, carefully pulling his hand from hers before gesturing for her to go on inside.]

W-why don't you uh....go on in, and I'll meet you there in a sec? I think I've got some extra soda in the fridge so I'll uh...go get us some.

[There's a part of her that feels like she should stay with him because of how weird he seems right now, but there's another that wants to believe him that there's really nothing seriously wrong. She trusts Jimmy more than anyone else in Miseryville, and he normally wasn't the type to lie to her, so her suspicion is mostly out of concern.
Then again, it's Jimmy - the kid had karma like nobody's business. It didn't matter if he lost limbs or worse, like last week, somehow he was always alright in the end.
Guess she can't help herself from worrying anyway, what with the way she feels about him. Though it's those same feelings that are allowing her to take his word for it this time, if just for the sake of some time alone together.]

Alright. I'll be on the couch waiting.

[While internally she curses having to let go of his hand, she goes inside to make herself comfy in the living room.]

Aaahaaa aalright!

[He watches her until he's sure she's inside before shutting the door behind her and pressing his back to it, nearly slamming it shut in his haste. By now his heart feels like it's about to beat right out of his chest, and the fact that he's cut himself off from her entirely has made everything so much worse.

...Now what? He can't just leave. He doesn't want to. But he doesn't want to barrel inside either, not feeling the way he does currently. Jimmy stands on the front steps anxiously, glancing this way and that until his eyes lock on an empty trash can sitting at the end of his driveway.

With his sneakers squeaking audibly on the sidewalk he bolts to the metal can, swiftly jerking off the lid before shoving his head deep inside, letting out the loudest, longest scream he can muster until his lungs have no air left to scream with. Once that's done he emerges from the trash can with his ears ringing and his head spinning, but at least for a moment he's not feeling quite so....weird.

The respite only lasts the length of time it takes him to put the lid back on and wobble back down the sidewalk. Curse his innate ability to bounce back, because in an instant that feeling hits him again like a tidal wave, and before he knows it he's back on the steps with his hand tightly gripping the doorknob. He forces himself to stay put for a minute just so he can think. Is he sick? Surely he got hold of something toxic, otherwise he wouldn't be feeling so....weird.

Maybe it'll just pass? he thinks. He thinks.
With a deep breath he opens the door and finally goes inside, making a beeline for the couch so he can sit right next to Heloise. Jimmy folds his hands in his lap, clasping them together tightly as he looks up at the ceiling.]

S-sorry Heloise, guess I was wrong about the uh...sodas. Me and Beezy were gonna go buy some more but uh....he left. A while ago.

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Sol Man's roster || OTA for platonic stuff

Derek Hale | Teen Wolf

nothing rhymes with it

indigo~

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Darcy Lewis | MCU | OTA

Hermione Granger • Harry Potter

Silhouette the Hedgehog | [fem!Shadow]

heloise ☣ jimmy two-shoes

Looks like Jimmy got a hold of some green soda.. with a tiiny bit of orange mixed in~/ 4/2

BEAUTIFUL...

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Dorian Carver ☠ Vampire the Masqurade

mikasa ackerman | shingeki no kyojin | ota

petra ral | shingeki no kyojin | ota