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Otherwordly meme

Otherwordly Meme

Sometimes all you need is a word to spark off an idea.

1. Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences you may have (no shipping, no smut, etc.)

2. Leave the comment blank or post a word or two in the body.

It may also help if you list scenarios you would like to play.

3. Reply to other people, either with words you picked out, or words they posted as prompts for a thread.

( A cleanup of the previous Otherwordly Meme. )

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Thank you.

[ And he really does mean that. If anyone in this whole world would understand him, it would be her. She's just a kid, just like him, but she's fighting for what's right and the thought makes him yearn to to the same. ]

I'll do my best.

Gesicht considered his options. The most ideal may be to pass Shields onto one of the local officers, who may connect him to a private investigator. It was not, however, the most likely option to succeed given the information he has, or necessarily the most efficient.

"I will accompany you in your investigation." In the event that the lawyer attempted anything underhanded (statistically improbable), Gesicht would catch it. "Is there anything in particular you want to examine?"

[ She-- has qualms about this. Of course she does. Her concerns have nothing to do with the fact that he's blind but more to do with the fact that he's a stranger and she has no idea what he's capable of-- but he wants to help. She can feel it. And Hana Song would never ever tell anyone that they couldn't do something.

(Except if it's beating her at something.)

She hurries them back to where the explosion was, going a little harder on the boosters this time around out of urgency but making sure that Lindsey's tucked in tightly. Once they arrive she lands with a decisive thud and carefully maneuvers her mech's arms to set Lindsey back onto his feet. It's then that Hana gets hailed on her comm-- and it's Winston. They're to concentrate on extracting civilians from the explosion. ]

Roger that! Did you hear that, Lindsey? Show me what you can do!

[ She hasn't once questioned his ability to help due to his blindness-- that, in her mind, would be stupid. For all she knows his other senses could be heightened or something like a comic book character... ]

You never know with that guy.

[Gladio let out a short sigh, but it was tinged with a certain fondness. While at times Prompto could be a bit much, he was a good kid and he got the sullen prince to laugh more than anyone else in their group. He made for a good addition, even if sometimes his antics gave him a headache.

He got to the bottom of the path of the hill, already spotting ( and smelling ) the flock of chocobos, wrinkling his nose slightly.]

Almost back to the house, but I can see them from here. It's weird. Wild chocobos are usually more skittish.

[ He keeps his hand around her wrist, face tucked towards the cockpit to shield him from the dust blowing past as Hana rockets down the street. Briefly, he thinks that his parents are going to be furious with him for getting himself involved in something like this, but... he has to do this. He has to know if he can.

He's well aware that Hana hasn't once questioned him, and that's a freedom he appreciates more than he can put into words. Whatever comes of this, he'll never forget the way she just... believed in him. No questions. No judgement. No "but you can't see".

Lindsey never uses his abilities to gaze at the souls of others without express permission, but he has an idea of what he'd see in her anyway.

Once he's back on his feet, he focuses his power. Focuses on seeing without seeing, honing in on the presence of the souls around him. The world comes together in a patchwork of light and darkness, of the pulses of life around him. A ruined building to one side, an upturned car on another, debris everywhere, and... there--! ]

This way!

[ He skirts through the rubble with a sudden burst of agility that belies his blindness, to a fallen concrete slab, and the pair of souls trapped beneath it. ]

[ She senses that Lindsey is trying to focus on something so she does what a tank class like herself does best: look out for trouble. So she scans the area, looking for more Talon agents or henchmen, all the while surveying the damage to the area, trying not to think about how it reminds her of home.

--And then Lindsey speaks back up and by the time she's got her mech to turn in his direction he's taking off. ]

What the--

[ Okay, she wasn't expecting that. What is even happening? She boosts forward, pulling her defense matrix up to cover Lindsey in case trouble comes, only letting it drop once they've reached the slab. She's still wondering what's going on when she hears muffled cries, and Hana's stomach feels like it's taking a dive when she realizes they're coming from beneath the slab. But-- still, she's impressed. She wasn't too far off with guessing he had heightened senses, or at least she thinks so. ]

Nice one, Linds!

[ That's his new nickname. It's just easier to say. Hana doesn't give him much of a chance to respond before she's already moving her mech, trying to use its arms to lift the slab up carefully, making sure not to inadvertently crush a part of someone while she does it. ]

[Shiro has a lot of traits and sometimes some of them serve him better than others. Right now however, his attention to detail and his utter thoroughness are riding him hard. There's not an inch of her he intends to leave untouched, not a single square of her skin that he doesn't intend to worship and claim again, back from the cold that's held her so long, back from the half-life she's been dreamwalking through. She's his Hana and, damn it, he knows she's needed time to recover, hasn't resented that but he hates seeing the lack of spark and life in her beautiful eyes. If his touch now brings it back, if anything he's doing at all in these moments brings the heat back to her skin and the life back to her eyes, than he's not going to stop until her entire body is flush with it and she's herself again, even if only for a little while.

So her shirt is lifted higher and higher as he slowly works his way up her body, until finally its carefully tugged free over her head entirely and her bra comes next because that keeps him from some of her scars as well. From the subtle curve of her hips upward she has all of his touch and attention, teeth, lips, tongue, the suck of his mouth, the drag of his hands. He follows the wind and curve of every scar, shifts himself around to follow the ridge across her back and lets his hands drag up the front of her, stroking, fingers digging, kneading. Gets his feet under him again so that he can slowly move upward, shoulderblades, curve of her spine, nips and slow drags of his tongue and open mouthed kisses, up over her shoulder, along her neck and then back down across her collar bone, the swell of her breasts, her sides. Every inch, every trace and his hands slip down to cup the curves of her backside, lifting and holding her close, support if she needs it as his mouth finally slips back up her throat, leaves marks on her there against the cold and then slants, just as hot, just as hungry over her mouth again. And one of his hands shifts, tugs in unspoken question at the hem of her pants.]

Thanks.

[ It’s not an unfamiliar nickname- his dad calls him Linds all the time, and the little bit of familiarity makes him smile in spite of the situation.

While Hana works on lifting the concrete with her mech- there are two people underneath, huddled together in a shallow stairway leading to a garden-level doorway for something or other, dirty and bruised but otherwise unharmed- Lindsey concentrates on seeking out more people. He picks out a few others, huddled into corners or alleys around him, but no one else that seems to be trapped.

However, the civilians aren’t the only ones in the area, and something flashes across his senses. Someone’s moving fast, and their presence sets his hair on end. There are no good intentions coming from this person. ]

There’s someone on the building across the way. Hostile, I think.

Well, this was a surprise. It wasn't often that the cops wanted to help. Of course, Ray knew the more likely case was that this man just wanted to keep an eye on him, but as long as he didn't impede his investigation, he would run with it. He clapped his hands, delighted. "Uncle Ray gets his very own detective? Well, I can feel this case getting easier already. But before we get to the nitty gritty, shouldn't I at least get your name?"

[ She--

She doesn't know what Shiro thinks he's doing when he runs his hands all over her, leaving no part of her untouched, and when he scrapes gently with his teeth and then soothes with the press of his lips and laves hot lines along her skin. She doesn't know if he's trying to drive her crazy, which he is, or he's simply showing his affection but--

Hana has certainly not felt this fired up since she came out of the pod.

There's absolutely no hesitation on her part when he pulls her shirt over her head and then takes her bra off afterward. There's no hesitation on her part, either, as she tries to run her hands along his arms at each and every turn as she shifts and moves around her and she doesn't hold back when the sensation pulls sounds out of her. The hot water pours over her and streams down bare skin, over her shoulders and down her back and to the front over her breasts but it's Takashi Shirogane's touch that blaze trails over her skin, now going flushed in the steam of the shower and in his care, and his touch that has her lips parted because between him and the heat, she can't breathe right.

Oh, god, she needs him so badly.

She has no idea what he's doing but she needs him so badly. ]

Shiro--

[ Her voice chokes up, cuts off, because he's at her throat and then he's silencing her with his lips at least until she groans against his lips and into their kiss. And when she feels the tug of his hand at her pants she hums an affirmative noise, her own hand trailing down to find his and push it down as if to help with the process. She doesn't know what he's doing but she pulls away long enough just to plead, ]

Skin, Shiro. I need to feel yours.

[ Take off the damn shirt, Takashi Shirogane. Hana doesn't care anymore. ]

Yeah, that's what I thought to. Prompto's going to be so happy when he gets back. We should try to keep them here until he does.

[Whether or not Prompto led the wild birds here, she's determined to keep them near until his return. Or at the very least until he can get a shot of them. As she steps away from the window, there's a shuffling noise and a quiet 'oops' as she nearly drops the phone on the ground. In an effort to stay quiet, she takes slow steps away from the window and towards the door.]

I'll come unlock the door. Just be sure to stay low and go slow.

I couldn't stand aside. I may not agree with their methods, but their ultimate goal -- trying to help those in need -- is something I believe.

( Although whether they could do it-- Angela had been there before, as Hana had known, and though she'd been younger then she had still been able to stand her ground, knowing what felt right. It had been hard to argue with them, but for as much violence there was Overwatch had brought peace.

It had also brought destruction, and it brought her shame, knowing that she'd been there, that they hadn't stopped the corruption and misdeeds of the organisation.

Angela tried not to think that now they were making up for the past, but perhaps they could repair some things -- or improve them )

There are many that need our help.

"Perhaps you're right." She tries not to show the emotion that admitting that makes her feel, to a perfect stranger no less. But maybe it was better that way. He could just fade into the night and take her weakness with him, and maybe she'd be able to tolerate her cage more without it. "But that all supposes a person knows how to dream. Sometimes they need someone to teach them, or remind them."

I have some greens in my pack, if you want to feed some of them. Just be careful.

[Chocobos were herbivores, but they had powerful beaks and claws. A chocobo's kick could incapacitate most predators, and he had heard unfavorable stories about chocobos who had accidentally kicked their owners. It was best not to invite it, but he trusted Iris to be cautious.

He nearly started when he heard the 'oops', ready to dash through them to make sure she was all right when he heard her whispering. Sighing in relief, he started slowly up towards the house, taking a wide path so as not to disturb any of the chocobos, who barely paid him any mind.]

Right.

[He's still aware that losing any of his clothing is a bad idea. But his mind is full of Hana and the heat and strength and softness of her and there's no way he's going to tell her no when she's saying his name like that, when her voice is like that, when her body is like that. So his hands leave her for the briefest amount of time possible and he quickly strips off his shirt, letting it fall in the same corner of the shower that hers is already. The water feels good against his bare skin after the clinging fabric and, shortly, his skin feels even better because he's pulling her back into his arms and her chest is pressed against his as he kisses her again. Her mouth is hot and hungry and oh so sweet and its been so damned long since he kissed her in more than a brief, light, innocent kiss. There's nothing innocent about his kiss now though, or the way his hands immediately go back to the hem of her pants, hook and push them and her underwear down at the same time. Somewhere at the back of his head there's some vague idea that her clothes are wet and she needs to get out of them, that the hot water is good for her cold skin. The front of his head though tells him that she needs his touch, that he hasn't finished covering her with it yet and his hands trace down, over the curves of her hips as he kisses her, around to cup and squeeze the perfect feeling of her backside and then fingers slip down between her legs, rubbing and stroking, long and slow.

He's promised himself he'll give her heat back to her. His dragging fingers say its working.]

[ With the concrete slab safely lifted a few feet off the ground, the two civvies crawl out from beneath and get their feet back under them, crying out their thanks to D.Va, to which the says: ]

You can thank my friend here, too-- he's the one that found you guys!

[ Credit must be given where it's due, after all. The two express their thanks in Lindsey's direction, as well, before scurrying away. When they do, Hana drops the slab. She'd drop it faster if that was a thing she could do when she hears his next warning, which has her turning her mech and positioning herself between the building and Lindsey. ]

Can you sense where my mech is or something? Stay behind me.

[ -- And she pulls her defense matrix up just in time to neutralize a few incoming shots. A sniper, seems like. ]

[ Hana has to nod and hum her agreement to Angela's answer. At its simplest, that would be the very same reason that D.Va accepted Winston's offer for her to join as a new agent. It-- it had been difficult to convince her handlers at MEKA to allow her to join, and it led to meeting after meeting regarding Overwatch's shortcomings and methods but in the end Hana was determined and they know by now that it's very difficult to stop Hana Song once she's decided on something. She enjoyed a degree of power there; she knew they couldn't do much against their most successful and valuable pilot.

Hana believed-- and she still does, even after some time with the organization, that the world needs Overwatch. And maybe-- more than anything, the world needs people to believe in. Heroes. Hana isn't clueless to the complications of the group but she knows how important it is for people to have something, or someone, to believe in. ]

I know things weren't exactly easy last time, [ she says it as she stretches her legs out ] but think we can do it. Help people. It's good that Winston got more of us young people on board, though.

[ Finally.

It's the only word that runs through her mind as he discards his shirt and pulls her against him, because soon after that the feeling of her chest against his, of skin against skin, his muscles moving against her, all of it sends a spark through her and it shorts out her thoughts.

It feels like autopilot from then on when their lips crash into each other once more and she kisses him back hungrily, drinks in the taste of him, and she hums against the kiss when she's finally divested of all of her clothing. Then it's her turn to run her hands all over him as best she can in their position, dragging up along his arms and across his shoulders and down to his chest and then further down over the ridges of muscle on his stomach.

She hums another pleading sort of sound at the way he squeezes her, asks without any words for him to please just go further, touch her--

and the way she pulls away from the kiss to moan as she's rewarded says that, yes, "giving her heat back to her" is working. It's working quite well. ]

[ It's Jace's fault. He hadn't been paying attention. It was hard to think of anything but Clary and the way their hands touched on every second step. They were taking the long way. The city was beautiful and muted, as close to silent as it ever got. And Jace had been thinking about kissing Clary. He'd been thinking about her mouth more than he'd been looking out for danger. That was the first mistake, and all the others had followed from it.

The dread had come quickly. Neither of them had placed the threat until it was too late, and even then, Jace hadn't quite focused. He paid too much attention to Clary. Everything between them was so new; he hadn't figured out a way to subvert his affection, or to curb the need to watch her at every moment.

Then he'd lost his temper. It had happened before. Jace likes violence too much, and flies off the handle too quickly. He loves the fight. That's a dangerous thing when it's compounded with the urgency of needing to rip a threat away from the people he loves. He gets sloppy. The kill doesn't come as quickly. And all at once, there's pain exploding through him and blood in his mouth. Clary's shock must be a mirror of his own expression. His seraph blade clatters to the pavement a moment before Jace's own knees hit.

He tries to stay upright. Or as close to upright as he can. But this wound brings with it the kind of pain that obliterates everything else. His blood is staining the sidewalk. He pushes himself sideways, slumping against a hydrant. Clary's face fill his vision, and he coughs, frowning. ]

Are they gone? Did you kill them?

[ He thinks she did. He'd heard her scream but he hadn't been focusing. That's apparently the theme of the evening. Clary's afraid now, face pale, and Jace is furious that this is where they've ended up.

He'd wanted so badly to kiss her before they had to go back. He isn't sure he'll be able to do that now. ]

Clary.

[ The pain is bleeding into his voice. He sounds young, shaky with agony that he can't hide anymore. He can't swallow the blood in his mouth. ]

It's alright.

[ Is that any kind of comfort? It's the best he can do. ]

[The look on her face when she pulls back to moan is intoxicating - and fulfilling. This is what he wants, what he's been longing for, aching for. That look on her face, that color over her skin. His mouth moves down, over her throat, her collarbone her breast and he goes to his knees in front of her again, mouth against her stomach. Careful, supporting and guiding, not wanting her to slip or lose her footing, he gently presses her back, guides her so that she can put her back against the wall and the water from the showerhead can pour down the front of her body and over his head and, once he's sure she's there, he finally lets his head sink lower, wet white hair dragging over her pale stomach and its new scars, kissing open-mouthed downward, lower, until he reaches her folds. His hands cup her ass, dig in just a little, lift - and he drags his tongue over the core of her, intimate and invasive, needing her taste, needing to spread his touch across her there just as completely as he has everywhere else.]

[ The first time he ever went down on her she'd screamed, even hid her face behind her hands out of embarrassment from how one little thing, one drag of his tongue drove her so absolutely crazy and--

This time isn't too different.

Because she's waiting on baited breath as he leaves a trail of kisses down her body, her face blushing a deeper and deeper pink as he gets lower and lower and as his hands are firm and pressing on her ass-- and that breath is released in another long, drawn out, shaking groan when she feels his tongue move slick along her folds. Her head angles back, hair dragging along the wall of the shower, and she slumps down a bit, nearly slipping if not for Shiro's support, and her eyes slip shut at the sensation as her hand grabs blindly at his head, fingers in his hair. And then she looks down, and, god, she's got to pull the white of his hair back away from his face so she can see him on his knees, watch him, watch his tongue on her; the sight in itself is liable enough to drive a girl mad. ]

[His dark eyes lift when she pulls his hair out of the way to look up at her from under his lashes, but it doesn't stop or even cause a flutter of hesitation in what he's doing with his tongue and moments later he's back to concentrating on that entirely again. He wants every inch of her and his tongue slides back, curls, drags forward, slips along the outside of her folds and then back in. Hard and quick it plunges inside of her, curls, drags slow out, coating her, being coated. And then he drags it up until he can find her clit and that's another long, slow drag before he swirls it.

And then his head presses in a bit more and he brings his lips over her there, hums a low sound and sucks.

His mouth pulls away, presses open mouthed kisses and little nips and one long suction just to leave his mark there on the inside of her thighs, but then his mouth is back on the center of her again, his tongue dragging and her clit has all of his attention.

Almost all his attention.

Because his human hand slides up her body to press against her stomach but his metal hand slides down. And two slick, water warmed metal fingers slide up inside of her, slow and firm until he's fully inside.]

[ Hana has to spare a moment to wonder what the soundproofing is like in a space castle-slash-ship that's tens of thousands of years old yet still far and beyond more technologically (and, probably, architecturally) advanced than anything that exists on Earth.

Because she is not sparing a moment to hold herself back in reacting to each and every move of Shiro's, whether it's his tongue or lips or hands on her. And she cries out his name, desperately, not knowing what she really wants only that she needs him to keep going, ]

Takashi--

[ and she's melting, or she feels like she is, hot water all over her body and his and still she feels the most wet between her legs and once more she's helpless against him. Because everything he does feels so damn good; even his breath on her leaves heat and want in its wake but it's the way he's so thorough that has her writhing and moaning and pulling at his hair. Her free hand goes up to her mouth and she presses the back of it against her parted lips as though it'll keep her noises down (It doesn't.) but it's the only way she feels like she can hold on to some semblance of sanity because the feeling of his tongue inside of her, along the outside, on her clit, the way he sucks on it, and then the brief bite of sweet pain at the way he leaves a mark on her-- now one of many across her body-- before he's back to her clit and then slipping his warm, warm fingers inside--

It's almost too much.

Almost, because while her legs start to give out from under her, shaking and quaking with pleasure, she manages to catch herself from falling by holding onto something, anything nearby with the hand she'd been covering her mouth with, whether it's a towel bar or a shelf or the door, she doesn't care. ]

[He keeps the pressure of his human hand against her torso, offering his own support to her failing knees but as long as she keeps a certain part of her in line with his mouth he's going to assume he has the go-ahead to continue.

Because the sounds she's making and the way she's pulling his hair and all but quaking for him certainly only serves to egg him on more.

It's all about her now, about driving her until she's lost and screaming and then lost and limp and loose jointed. There's so much he wants to give her, so much he wants to drive out of her, even if only for a few more moments to have her completely back and pulsingly alive. And she is, tightening down around his fingers inside of her, calling his name, body quivering and helpless. He doesn't let up, bathing her with his tongue's attention, dragging and sucking and retreating only to come right back, breathe in between hot and moist against her. Inside of her he wiggles his fingers, curls them a little, drags them down and almost out of her before pressing back up and in. Slow, picking up speed, he pumps inside of her, adding another finger after the first few thrusts. Another long suck and exhale against her clit and then he raises his head to look at her, eyes half lidded, looking far too pleased with himself as he murmurs:]

Found a new trick, sweetheart.

[Inside of her, his fingers start to lightly vibrate as they moved.]

[ She can feel his fingers tight inside of her, the smooth, warm metal gliding perfectly in and out of her and, god, it feels so good-- and it feels so good to just feel good, too, when they'd spent so very long away from each other and throw in the fact that she'd almost died

and the fact that it's actually criminal how Shiro knows exactly how to drive her crazy and have her squirming and drenched with arousal (shower aside)

and then the fact that his fingers are suddenly vibrating inside of her-- ]

What the hell--

[ The words slip out, but who could blame her? She gives a gasp but it's truncated into a yelp because, seriously, she wasn't expecting that Shiro's Galra hand could do that. Her head had angled back with the sudden sensation but soon enough she looks down once more to find him looking right up at here, looking so completely smug and pleased with himself and her lips part for another breathy moan as he continues to move his fingers inside her and it's a miracle that she manages to mutter a complete sentence: ]

Seriously? Oh my god.

[ That counts, right? ]

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