The Fuck Or Die Meme

[considers]

A series of unfortunate sexual events, including viruses, cults, kidnappings, exploding collars, aphrodisiacs, and blackmail.
[TRIGGER WARNINGS APPLY]

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an open post Info The universe often puts people into strange scenarios, ones that lead to sex. After all, that is the main goal of the place: continuing the species. Still, there's usually a choice; sex doesn't have to be the end product. Sometimes, things don't pan out. People don't click. It happens. There's never been a real punishment for it. Not now. Now, there is a price for not indulging in sexual escapades: your life. Through a cavalcade of unfortunate events, you've been pushed into a situation where your very existence is on the line, along with the life of another person. This person might not be your type, and you might not have slept with them under any other circumstances, but this is not a normal. You like living, don't you? Then swallow your pride and get to work. Virus The Black Plague. Small Pox. The Zombie Virus. All deadly epidemics, yet not quite as interesting as the virus currently ravaging the hotel. This as of yet unnamed infection passes through the air, moving from person to person with an extreme velocity. The symptoms are just as quick. First, it seems like an extreme case of aphrodisiac. This arousal is Stage 1, and masturbation will give no relief. Stage 2 is the pain. If you don't have sex, you'll experience one of the greatest pains, ripping through every part of your body. The next stage, Stage 3, brings on the mental changes. You'll be irritable, insatiable, almost manic. Stage 4...if your live that long, is the final stage. At this point, you will essentially be a zombie with very little humanity left. The only thing on your mind will be sex, and you will take it from anything, consenting or not. There is no Stage 5. Only death, if you continue on. The delicious irony? The person you have sex with will contract the virus, as well. So, if at first they don't seem too keen, they'll eventually give in. ↑ Science Some things must be done for the good of mankind, and this group of scientists is dedicated enough to take the extra step. They've kidnapped test subjects in pairs in order to study sexuality and reproduction, and they will have their results through any means necessary. Drugs, physical punishment, even death for those who don't cooperate are all on the menu. There are also other fun to have, such as tests of new machines and modification of the test subjects' bodies. ↑ Government The day is finally here. Your government, all hail, has decided upon your life mate. The person you meet today is your companion for life, and together, you shall help create the offspring that will mean peace, prosperity, and the freedom from things like choice. First, as is the law, you will have your initial sexual contact in the Copulation Chamber. There, you will serve the glory of our ruler and your bodies will become as one and perhaps, if you are lucky, begin the process of creating a family to serve the state. Those who refuse are subject to reeducation, where they will learn how much they truly love their life mate as well as our dear ruler. If the reeducation is unsuccessful, they will be deemed a threat to our society and terminated. ↑ Collar The collar you're wearing is not just a shiny new fashion statement. No, my friend, it is much more than that. This sleek, titanium device is a marvel of technology. Notice how you can't take it off? It's merged into your nervous system, and if you try to take it off, it could kill you. Oh, and that blinking light? That will kill you, in a bomb-worthy explosion, if you don't follow the simple rules engraved on the collar. Have sex with the first person you see. ↑ Kidnapped Some people get off in weird ways, like by watching hookers pop balloons or bathing in mayonnaise or any number of strange acts. Most of these people, though, are utterly harmless. There are a few who aren't, and that's the kind of person you're dealing with now. The two of you have woken up in a strange house, without a power or a weapon to your name. All you have is your wits, if that. After all, the decor is a little unsettling. You've seen your captor only once or twice, though you've been informed of what to do to earn your freedom. Have sex. ↑ Cult You should be honored. Little is known about the Order of the Dark Love, other than that they are a cult obsessed with sex magic. Their goddess, some arcane myth, is no Aphrodite, however. Sex is mixed with violence and the dark arts. The worship services of the cult involve all sorts of sexual acts. That's where you come in. Perhaps they want to have some kind of new ceremony, or maybe, they need a vessel. It's said that their beliefs involve a messiah of sorts, someone who will be their goddess made flesh. The two of you are to bring this new being to life. And to make sure of it, there will be plenty of potions and concoctions forced into you that promote arousal and fertility. But really, there's no libido increaser quite like the treat of death, and that's here in spades. ↑ Blackmail This is perhaps the most personal, therefore straightforward, scenario the hotel is providing today. Someone, be it a faceless corporate head or your arch nemesis, has something on the both of you. If this information leaks, it would ruin you, perhaps even bringing about your death. There's only one way to appease them, and that's to make a (possibly mortifying) sex tape. ↑ ooc -An open post! Go ahead and comment using the usual subject format -The subheadings are suggestions, but you don't have to use them. Come up with your own ideas if you'd like. -You can leave your comment blank, use the following form, or set the scene however you'd like <b>Character Name:</b> <b>Age:</b> <b>Yes:</b> For kinks, ideas and scenario preferences. <b>No:</b> Same as above. <b>Short Description of Character:</b> Don't go overboard. Most of the time, 1-3 short paragraphs is fine. -Be sure to mention which scenarios you're willing or not willing to do. Feel free to include set ups, as well. -Comment around. -Respect each other. -Table layout based on one from here. ↑

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btvs | buffy summers

[slay]

[ BECAUSE WHY IS THIS MEME SO EMPTY WHEN IT'S BEAUTIFUL. ]

virus

[bigbad]

[The virus' symptoms start to make themselves known when Spike and Buffy are mid-fight, but he doesn't think much of it at first. Spike's always turned on when he fights Slayers, especially Buffy. An erection's nothing.

It's not until he manages to grab her for a moment, that pert bum pressed up against him, that the surge of arousal becomes too much to resist, and he grinds up against her for a moment, distracted by the surge of pleasure it brings.

Well. Interesting. Not where he saw this fight going at all.]

[slay]

[ buffy squirms to get out of the hold, letting out an indignant, flustered shout as she figures out what he's doing holding her there, rubbing against her. she twists and catches him in the cheek with her elbow, breaking free and following it with a kick to the ribs. ]

You're sick. [ she staggers, fatigued from the fight and trying to ignore the sudden, distracting dampness between her thighs as well as the wobbling of her knees. she throws a sharp punch at his nose in quick response to it. ]

[bigbad]

[He notices, though, and it gets a sharp laugh, even as the punch connects.] Takes one to know one, Slayer. Having trouble standing straight? [Just because he suddenly wants very much to have her naked and writing is no reason to pause the fight. Fighting may as well be foreplay. He steps in with a sharp punch to her ribs, following it up with a knee to her gut and a slow, lascivious slide of his tongue over his lips.

...yeah, that totally counts as an attack.]

[slay]

[ she doubles over at the knee to her stomach, then reaches around to grab the back of his belt and hoist him over her shoulder and slam him down on a concrete half-wall. she spins around and kicks him sharply in the side to knock him off the opposite side of it. ]

What did you do? A spell? First Halloween, now this, [ she hops up on the concrete half-wall and kicks him in the face as he recovers, ] I'm starting to think you know as well as I do that you don't stand a chance of taking me at the top of my game.

[bigbad]

[He catches her foot with a laugh, swinging his own legs around to catch her in the back of the knee, sending her crashing down around him as he flips over on top of her, pinning her arms with his weight.] You think I did this? Why would I curse myself too, then? [He presses down briefly so she can feel his erection against her leg, reminding her that she's not the only one affected.] I think you've just got a vampire kink.

kidnapped

[eternityalone]

[Welcome to Mystic Falls, Buffy. You've been kidnapped. This happens a lot, so you might not want to stick around after this ordeal is over. Things have been explained and Katherine can safely say that the terms didn't make her headache go away at all.

Now, she's wandering around the room taking in the ambiance that they've created for them. Yep. Clown masks. Way sexy. Rolling her eyes, she makes a grumbling sound and turns around to face the blonde.]

Where'd they take you from? [Katherine had been leaving the library. Just kidding, she was on her way to bother the Salvatores.]

[slay]

[ buffy's furious, to say the least. no amount of guys put on the job of taking her out would fix the bruises on her ego at getting kidnapped. and no amount of smalltalk would change what these freaks were hoping they'd do. she begrudgingly glanced up at katherine. ]

Cemetery. [ she pushes to her feet, heading over to the two-way mirror and giving it a solid kick. nope. not even a little budge. but there was a glint to it. magically reinforced. she threw her hands up with a groan. ] You've got to be kidding me. Seriously? Cable porn is too much work, but you'll go to all this?

[eternityalone]

[Katherine smirks, glancing over her shoulder at the mirror the blond is inspecting.]

Cable porn is fake anyway. They probably can't get it up with the fake whimpery moans and baby talk. [She is still wandering around, picking up things and then deciding what a horrible idea that is. Her hand brushes to her pants, trying to wipe the dust and... whatever else was there.]

I doubt they'd free us even if we did perform their request.

[slay]

Darn. And here I was, hoping fake whimpery moans and baby-talk were the key to our release. [ a beat. she cringes at the poor wording resulting in pun. ] That one actually was accidental. Let it be known. I haven't reached sex puns levels of boredom quite yet. Give me time. [ she scopes out the corners of the glass, unable to find a point that looks any structurally weaker than the rest, then turns to katherine. ] You're not really thinking about it, are you? [ a beat. ] I mean, no offense, it's not that you're -- But, I, I'm not really ...

[eternityalone]

[Inhaling a deep sigh, her head cants to the side, giving Buffy a once-over that is definitely not subtle at all.]

Not thinking about... what? [The corners of her smile hint at deviousness, just briefly, before she casually continues her conversation.] Not thinking about exploring what seems to be a rather toned body or finding out if those jeans are so tight they tug your panties down with the fold of denim off your hips?

[She shakes her head and shrugs.] Nope, not thinking about it at all.

Bruce Wayne/Batman | Nolanverse | OTA

[broodybat]

Cindy Warke | Modern!Cinderella

[moderncinders]

[Open to anyone and everyone!]

The Master | Doctor Who

[soundsofdrums]

petverse~ also virus

[allthefeels]

[In his few weeks that he'd spent with the Master, John had seen more of the universe than he'd ever dreamed even existed. It was a magnificent place, beautiful and terrifying and everything in between, and he loved it. He'd also learned that the two of them had a knack for trouble. This time was no different.

John didn't remember passing out, but when he wakes, he knows something is wrong. He's in a luxurious room, all seductive red and silky, and he's lying on the floor, face buried in thick, expensive carpet. The first thing he notices is that he feels very...off. He's hot all over and he moans into the carpet, taking handfuls of it and panting softly into the floor. His clothes feel too tight and itchy, and there's a pulsing desire rushing through him, an urge that needs to be fulfilled.]

Re: petverse~ also virus

[soundsofdrums]

[It had taken him longer than he wanted to to find John. The man had disappeared from the bar's main room, but he could simply sense that he was still in the building. The Master all but tore the place apart in his search, unamused and certainly not going to let any harm come to his companion.

He finally stumbles across the man in a back room, one that looks more like a luxurious bedroom than anything, though it seems terribly out of place. Immediately, he goes over to John and kneels down next to him.]

You--...you're sick.

[allthefeels]

Ah... [He can't disagree with that, turning his head to face the Master. He's still clutching the carpet as if it's the only solid thing in the world, unable to keep himself from pressing his hips hard against it. It only makes it worse and he groans, sweating all over and flushed.]

...help...

[soundsofdrums]

What in the bloody hell happened? Who did something to you? What did they do? [He doesn't often worry, but... The Master growls, digging through his pockets for a little medical scanner he keeps handy.]

[allthefeels]

I...nn I can't think... [He's panting softly, one hand slipping down to rub himself vigorously. It does absolutely nothing for him.]

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce | Angel the Series and Buffy the Vampire Slayer/ cast or gamemates preferred

[demonologist]

just stating for the record that this is entirely your fault

[watchher]

[ They've been at it for hours. For days. Books litter every surface, stacked up on the table and strewn across the couch, as haphazard as the two of them can stand. Anatole or a post-Anatole Buffyverse, LA or Sunnydale, it doesn't matter: the apocalypse is coming, again. If research doesn't procure a solution by dawn, everyone is going to die.

This is not making it any easier for Giles to concentrate on his Sumerian.

He's crouched over some great tome or another, glasses slowly sliding down his nose. Everything is terribly, oppressively quiet, and has been for some time, until: ] Oh. [ Something about him shifts. There's a brief silence, but it's different from the other silence, more bemused than tense. Louder-- ] Oh. This-- I think perhaps-- I've found something.

[ He looks up, looks at Wesley for the first time in hours, awe and relief beginning to break across his expression. Giles drops his gaze back to the book, traces a finger down the yellowed page, excitement rising in the movements-- and then falters, quiets again. ]

The ritual-- no, we can't manage this. [ Not given the sacrifice called for. There's always some horrid virgin sacrifice-- his manner fades back to disappointment, bitterness edging it along the way. They're running out of time. ]

I fully accept responsibility for this madness!

[demonologist]

[Neither of them have had much sleep or rest of any kind. This particular apocalypse had snuck up on them both. Wesley is still kicking himself that he hadn't recognised the signs. But it's too late to dwell on 'what ifs', the wheels have already been set in motion and either they find a way to stop what's coming or they're all doomed.

No pressure.

He's feverishly re-examining an ancient clay tablet, going over the cuneiform one more to see if he missed anything in the translation. It doesn't look as though he has, but he needs to be sure before he discards it and moves on. There are only a few hours left before dawn arrives. Surely there's something in these archives that they can use...

Then Giles announces he may have found a solution. Wesley looks up and over at the older man, hope flaring sharply in his chest. Perhaps they'll live to see another day after all.

But then Giles' expression falls and it's clear that something isn't right.]

What? What is it? Why can't we manage it?

[Wesley sets his own research aside and strides over to him, intent on seeing for himself the passage which had seemed to be the answer to their prayers only a few seconds ago.]

[watchher]

There's a, a sacrifice--

[ He points, even as he presses his eyes shut, pulls his glasses off to pinch the bridge of his nose. Worn-down annoyance and tired exasperation. His eyes are aching, and his head; everything is aching, given this familiar brand of stress and fatigue. ]

The materials-- we have workable substitutes for- for a number of these, but-- [ and he tries to keep the desperation out of his tone, the revulsion and weariness in equal parts, the fact that he hasn't actually shut the book yet. ] Unless you know a virgin who would not mind being sacrificed, and who might be capable of carrying out the chant...

[ A sacrifice of virginity, a sacrifice of blood -- not of life, not any fatal quantity, but even so. It required the blood of someone... unspoiled, untainted by a man, to his best translation. None of the women within their circle had that to give. ]

((I figure they search some more come up empty, Wes has an epiphany? /cue Giles saying NOOOOOO

[demonologist]

There's always a sacrifice.

[Wes murmurs, his own disappointment and weariness rising to the surface while he looks over what would be required for the ritual. Giles is right, they could manage everything else, but it won't work without a woman willing to give up her virginity and blood and also knowledgeable enough in Akkadian to perform the chant of renewal. He can't think of anyone they know who'd fit the bill, and besides, it's a horrible sacrifice to have to ask any person to undertake.

He sighs out a resigned sort of breath and then reaches over to squeeze Giles' shoulder. It's uncharacteristic of him, but if these are really their final hours on earth, he's not going to hold back on expressing how he really feels. He's felt honoured to work beside the man, and has, over time, developed more of a kinship than he'd thought possible considering their less than agreeable beginnings.]

It was the best that we've found so far. Perhaps we can find something in a similar vein but not as appalling in price.

Sherlock Holmes| BBC's Sherlock(no virus)

[consulting_detective221b]

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