'Tis the Season

[goalless]

the mystic cult meme. Some have called them a cult, others a lecherous brood of heathens- but only those initiated into the Society know the truth. A secretive pagan sect, they gather to their midnight masses in lush, decadent chantries and temples to celebrate their faith the only way that matters: sexually. Through the years, the Society have devoted themselves to worshiping their mass of gods and goddess through a wide variety of sexual ceremonies and rituals that represent a kind of organised chaos, structured hierarchically but open to any and all kinds of practises. Costumes, body-painting, instruments and drama are all part and parcel of Society life. Supposedly, this communion is not one-sided, either; in return it is whispered that their gods generously reward those who please them with wealth, power and, most notoriously of all, dark magic. So who do you follow? There are enough deities to choose, after all: there's Invictus, insatiable god-king and personification of power; his surehearted bride Cybelle, mother, lover and nature queen all in one; the delicate nymph goddess Narcissa, guardian of love and romance; her wild-hearted brother Hypnato, cloven-hoofed lord of the hunt; Febricia, the winged, armored goddess of war and heated love; even the eternal cuckold Terminus, the many-horned keeper of secret and forbidden passions. Those these compose the main pantheon, there are said to be many, many more minor deities, all admired and loved. What will you ask them for?

ROLESⅠ - The Devotee

You're just an average worshiper, looking to please your lustful patron deities in any way you can.

Ⅱ - The Uninitiated

Maybe you were kidnapped or drugged- maybe you just stumbled on all of this. Whatever the case, you're here now and either you'll have to either remember your prayers or try to resist... if you can.

Ⅲ - The High Priest(ess)

A seasoned worshiper, you not only spread the word but preside over some of the more complex and arcane rituals. Many are corrupt and are quick to take advantage of their position of authority.

Ⅳ - The Temple Virgin

Perfect, pure and untouched, these devotees (male and female) are married to none but their gods until their time comes. Supposedly. May the gods have mercy whosoever decides to break their vows.

Ⅴ - The Idol

To your followers, you're a living god: an omnipotent being made flesh, to be worshiped and to have your every whim satisfied. You could either be seen as a human incarnation or an actual, literal god.

Ⅵ - Other

Make your own role!

PROMPTSⅠ - Sex Magic

The most vanilla option. Lovemaking may grant incredible power if carried out in the name of a certain deity- the more passionate, the better.

Ⅱ - Sacrificial Deflowering

Anyone can sacrifice blood or money for the gods. Only a few can sacrifice their virginity. Light the candles, choose your partner and lay yourself across the altar for spiritual enlightenment.

Ⅲ - Orgies

If two people can produce immense power, a group could cause miracles. The gods smile upon those brave enough to throw caution to the wind and lose themselves with their fellow man.

Ⅳ - Ceremony and Ritual

Performing arcane sex magic in front of a congregation is a particularly potent way of showing your devotion. Ceremonies range from simple exhibitionism to extravagant affairs involving costumes, body painting and masks.

Ⅴ - Heresy

Did you fall for a temple maiden? Do you want to escape? Or do you just like to live dangerously? The High Priests come down hard on those who refuse to abide by their strict laws, but some wilder gods appreciate a rebellious heart, even if it may lead to...

Ⅵ - Confession and Penitence

Have you sinned before your masters, or do you just have a guilty conscience? Time to prostrate yourself and accept whatever punishment fits your crime.

Ⅶ - Divine Love

Not many get the chance to show their devotion to their gods in person. But have they come down seeking praise and worship, or are they a far more wrathful entity than you could ever have imagined?

Ⅷ - Impregnation

Carrying the child of a high-up or even of a god is a great honor; the act of conception must be carried out according to strict conditions and drugs are often used to guarantee performance. These may also allow males to carry and females to impregnate.

Ⅸ - Channeling

Many devotees may, under the right circumstances, channel the attributes of their patron deities during sex- these may incarnate as anything from the physical (anything from wings to claws to even changes in size) to the supernatural (unnatural strength, certain magical powers, inhuman stamina or beauty, etc).

Ⅹ - WILDCARD

Make your own scenario!

<b>Character Name:</b> <b>Age:</b> <b>Role(s):</b> <b>Preferred Scenarios:</b> Deities you're interested in, meme-specific kinks you'd like to play out, etc. <b>Yes:</b> Kinks you will play. <b>No:</b> Kinks you will not play. <b>Short Character Description:</b>

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Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | ota

[hauntedking]

[ Open to pretty much any of the roles and prompts! Likely to be a devotee, "un-initiated", idol, or priest, but willing to make any of them work. ]

[tebelin]

( Hmm, well technically he was kind of like a devotee canonly or something, so it's fair he gets to be the Idol I think. )

[hauntedking]

[ Definitely works for him - although he's probably not quite as carried away as some might be... any thoughts on prompt/scenario and/or god? And how Haydee fits in? She could certainly be a priestess, another idol... ]

[tebelin]

( Why yes, I do see him as a more reclusive god, per se, but that still inspires respect I suppose a la Hades/Thanatos, but I could leave the god role up to you, if you have any leaning in particular or like one of the ones provided.

I think she could either be a priesstess or fellow god, the entanglement of gods are complicated sometimes, as for prompts all sound good except 2 and 3, but I could easily roll with the rest or mixing and matching some, for example 4 and 8 could be mixed for a weird fertility ritual'ish. )

[hauntedking]

[ I like the idea of him as an avatar of Hypnato and I definitely dig the idea of a fertility ritual, maybe to help usher in new spring or to ensure fresh growth. Probably bestowing a blessing on a priestess through said ritual, if that works for you? ]

[tebelin]

( Oh that sounds like a wonderful idea, and quite fitting I have to say, considering the avatar he will be the embodiment of. )

[hauntedking]

[ Yesss. Would you mind getting us going? ]

Role: IV (Quentin) / I or II? (Dimitri) | Prompt: II/IV

[countrysquire]

[ Fae were the living gods of the world, granted dominion by their forebear Oberon, great horned god of fertile abundance. All across the world, their domains were realms of pleasure and ecstasy - they brought joy and life to the land, and in payment, they took from mortals time to time. They mated with mortals and wrought changes upon their flesh; the crueler did so for pure amusement, while the kinder did so with purpose. Mostly, it was because all magic had a price, and in order for them to bless the land and its people, they needed payment in turn.

Quentin Sollys was the child of one of the highest of the fae, one who held dominion over many other courts. Many were the tributes they received; most were turned away to lower dominions. Occasionally, someone like the the first child of a high ranking noble or king was allowed to present their request.

Crown Prince Dimitri of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus had been granted his request, but he would have to submit to being mated to the son of the region's fae High King, a crown prince as well. It had no bearing on his mortal obligations to marry, sire heirs, and the like, aside from the fact that until his dying day, if Quentin chose not to keep him alive through the ages, he would be at the fae prince's beck and call. He would not be Quentin's only, because the fae live forever, but he would have the privilege of being Quentin's first in more ways than one.

The bargain had been struck and a date for Quentin's blossoming, and their binding, set. The day had come, after giving Dimitri time to prepare his affairs.

The rite would take place in one of the court's many gardens, a place lit by a soft crystalline light emanating from every tree and flower, whether it was day or night. The same trees and flowers perfumed the air in a bright perfume. An open dais of pure grey marble sat at the center of the garden, cushioned with blankets and pillows. At the center, Quentin sat cross-legged, eyes closed, as he meditated on what was supposed to be one of the most important days of his life.

He was dressed in a tunic and trousers of white, with accents and accessories of soft heather purple and rich bronze. His hair was a similar rich bronze and his features, as those of all the fae, were flawless. His ears ended in points. His face, serene on the surface, had received a good amount of training in hiding the nervousness within. He heard the light fanfare of fae music announcing Dimitri's entrance to the garden. No one appeared to be around, but he knew there were eyes watching, eager for the sight of two crown princes uniting their flesh.

He watched Dimitri approach and could not smile; he had been trained too well - he knew to look pleasant and peaceful and to never try feigning happiness. It was the best he could do, even when the patter of his heart at seeing Dimitri's good looks for the first time tried to break him into a grin. ]

Be welcome, Prince Dimitri. By the oak and the ash and the thorn, and by Oberon's blood which flows through my veins, I swear that no harm shall ever come to you by my hand, and that for all our days, I shall avenge wrongs done to you and tend to all hurts suffered by you as best I may.

[ His heart was racing. Those were powerful words he had just uttered, and he knew there was no going back for him now. Still, he only barely trembled as he lifted an arm and gestured for the crown prince to take a seat at the cushion before him on the dais. ]

[hauntedking]

[ It wasn't every day that his family - or even he turned to the fae to try and grnat a request. But Dimitri was, if nothing else, deeply protective of his people and of their future. So if the only way to secure it was to make a request of the mysterious (and fickle and cruel or so it was said) fae, then he would do it, no matter the personal cost to himself. Of course, he had been prepared to accept that he would need to give up something of himself. Wealth, perhaps. Years of service. But - the idea of being pledged to a member of fae nobility had never occurred to him until the price had been laid before him. Dimitri had stammered at first and then made up his mind.

He would be resolute.

So he'd said yes and then gone home to wonder if he'd made the right decision. He wasn't opposed to men, of course - but the thought of being tied to a fae for the rest of his life - or an eternity if the fae decided they were fond of him - was a different thing entirely. But a bargain was a bargain and Dimitri knew that to break his word now would be to invite the wrath of the fair folk on not just him but also all of Faerghus. So when the day came, he was there, dressed in the dark blue and black of his house and as neatly arranged as he could be. There were some things he couldn't change, of course. His eyepatch was still there, covering the wreck of his right eye, but he had his long blond hair tied back properly, freshly bathed, his back straight and looking every inch the prince that he was.

He seemed rather grim-faced, true, but life had not been kind and he had learned to try and keep himself reserved. Although how he was meant to do it now was anyone's guess. The gardens he walked through were filled with music and soft light and then-

There he was. A handsome fae prince that almost took his breath away. All of the fair folk did, really. They were beautiful and awesome and terrible - although perhaps this Quentin would be better than some of the more fanciful stories of cruel and capricious patrons. Dimitri approached and dipped into a respectful bow and listened before replying in turn. ]

Prince Quentin. Thank you for your warm words. I swear to you by the blood of my house that I will offer up to you all the service that you ask; that I will protect you with my own hand. That I will be yours when you wish it. That I will serve when asked.

[ Dimitri took a deep breath and then slowly settled onto the dais. He resisted the urge to stare, but he wasn't quite sure how this was meant to go from here. They were meant to be one another's first. But... would it simply be here? In the open? He allowed the silence to deepen for a moment before he spoke up again. ]

...I must admit, this is a little different than I imagined.

[countrysquire]

[ Dimitiri's words made Quentin smile, for once in the past few days. For one, his voice was a delight to Quentin's ears, and for another, he at least made himself out to be a nice man with the pleasantries. By his nineteen years, he had learned that it could be a cover for many dark secrets, but he had no reason to doubt Dimitri just yet.

He brought the back of a hand to his mouth, stopping himself from laughing, even as his cheeks took on a full blossom of pink. ]

We will not be interrupted, if that is what you are worried about. [ He brushed aside casual words for this meeting, hoping that one day he might be able to use them with the man before him. ]

I think some of the courtiers have started a bet on which of us will- [ Quentin paused his disgruntled words, realizing he would just put Dimitri in an uneased state if he learned courtiers were betting who would initiate, who would spill their seed first, and so on.

In any case, he knew his duty. ]

May I draw closer to you, Sir? [ Many fae just took what they desired and initiated. Quentin knew manners too well and had learned to love mortals enough to not outright break them. A faint smile returned to his full lips, and he maintained eye contact. He hoped Dimitri would see him as an ally. ]

[hauntedking]

I have to admit, the thought had crossed my mind...

[ Dimitri was still a little unsure; how was this meant to work? Were they supposed to court one another? Simply... get to it? At least Quentin was handsome and well-spoken. Small favors. Although Dimitri couldn't really say what, if anything, he knew of his opposite number's true thoughts or disposition. Everything felt a little closed off.

But he just had to deal with that, didn't he? ]

I - yes, you may.

[ His weight shifted a little and his back straightened, some tension bleeding into him. He returned Quentin's gaze, though. Steady, unwilling to back away from this. ]

And you needn't call me "sir". I'm - we're both of the same rank, aren't we?

[countrysquire]

[ Quentin had started to move from his seat, but paused. ]

Formalities... But I can drop it for tonight. [ He might be allowed that license, even with all the invisible eyes watching from the trees and flowers.

He made to move toward Dimitri again, crawling the small distance and then settling into a seat back on his heels. He reached for Dimitri's face and paused just short of cupping both his cheeks. ]

I know... the tales told about us. I do not want you to think I am... all like that. [ Maybe one day he might become that. He knew it, and his gaze dropped as the thought weighed on him for a moment. ] May I touch you?

[ All in all, Quentin as a sweet young man, even if a crown prince to be considered a god among mortals. He was also a virgin to be bedded for all the court to see. ]

Alphinaud Leveilleur | Final Fantasy XIV | ota

[diplobrat]

( Very likely to be un-initiated or just a simple devotee rather than anything else; willing to work with what people throw at me, though! Open to any of the prompts. )

[immortalmarshal]

((Would you mind Cor here as the Idol of this cult, like some human incarnation of their secret god of virility and destruction? Was thinking of Alhinaud being undercover as some uninitiated lad seeking to learn meore about this secret cult, only to be tricked and/or drugged into being the next virgin 'sacrifice'...

Mun is caught up on MSQ, so no need to worry about spoilers. Could be either like the cult in the meme directly, or some weird sex cult version of worshiping the Twelve; up to you...))

[diplobrat]

[ Oooh, that sounds super fun - I'm definitely into that! Happy to go with either weird Twelve Worshippers or meme gods. Both work for me! Let's do it! ]

[immortalmarshal]

((Excellent! Lemme know if you need anything changed in the starter below! Also, lemme know what kind of kinks you wanna include along the way, too :3 ))


It's not unheard of for the Twelve to be worshiped in more unorthodox ways. Some people prefer to worship them in the privacy of their own homes, or in small little groups in some private area. So long as they're not causing death, destruction and otherwise (too much) trouble in their regions, the local people would leave them alone, even if they would still gossip about the more lewd rumors about said groups. Hells, Azeyma's followers seem to be notorious for forming such cults of 'intimate rituals' every generation.

But what catches the Scions' attention is the new rumors about certain groups of late - rumors that they have living incarnations of the Twelve themselves as their cult leaders. The fact that said members are starting to act more like the tempered of late only makes things more suspicious, especially when these members seem to be increasingly seeking new people to join their secret society.

Which is why it's not hard for even one such as Alphinaud to sneak in thru the front door as 'someone who's curious about this new style of worship'. The priestess who welcomes him did ask a few probing questions, and seem pleased when they force him to admit that he's 'untouched'. Though it seems like their form of 'untouched' seems to be more on the physical side...

But they eventually invite him to take part in this evening's ceremonies, and even invite him to bathe in preparation for said ceremonies as an 'honored guest'. The baths are rough-hewn from the walls in this underground complex, but are lovingly decorated with flowers and silk drapes, and there's a sheer drape to give him some form of privacy in the particular area he's guided to. "Strip, honored guest, and cleanse your mind and body for the ceremony," The priestess urges him, even as she lights a few incense braziers nearby.

[diplobrat]

( ooc: Welll, off the top of my head - mild aphro, possibly body worship/massage, oral, dubcon, potentially masks and/or body art and painting... let me know if this response is ok! )

Alphinaud was worried the moment he started hearing rumors about these new cults. Of course there was nothing wrong with worshipping the Twelve - everyone in Eorzea did it, after all. No, the problem was that there was serious potential for these new groups to summon primals or to otherwise hurt people around them if they weren't careful. Of course, if they weren't tempering anyone or trying to summon primals, then they could be safely left alone - at least by the Scions. So of course someone had to go and take a look and he'd volunteered in a heartbeat. Far better for him to get a direct look at what was going on than relying on rumors and muddy reports!

Fortunately, it's been much less difficult to get in than he anticipated. He'd shown up in a cloak and worn traveling clothes, prepared to have to undergo intiiation rites or intense questioning or possibly deal with people suspicious of outsiders - but instead they'd practically invited them in. Maybe they weren't quite so sinister after all? Although he was admittedly rather confused by the line of questioning he received from the priestess about his relationships and whether he was untouched or some other such nonsense. In fact, that felt rather invasive, but he'd decided to tell the truth - if only to get past that unpleasant bit of conversation.

After that it felt like smooth sailing, although the invitation to bathe felt a bit like the entrance to Eulmore, now that he thought of it. Although in Eulmore they'd had showers, not elaborate baths. He glances at the priestess with a nod - and a bit of a blush. Stripping down in front of other people? That's a bit awkward. He waits for a moment until she's finished with the incense and she steps behind the drape. With at least that modicum of privacy, he strips down, leaving his clothes folded neatly on the edge of the bath.

This will probably feel good after all the travel he's been doing.

He steps into the water with a sigh, settling himself into the water and submerging himself up to his chin and just soaking in the heat and steam. He shouldn't linger too long, should he? But... he can take a moment to just enjoy, can't he? Even if his mind is racing trying to figure out what exactly this ceremony is going to be all about.

[immortalmarshal]

((Let's incorporate as much of that as possible! And your response is good!))

The priestess is quiet as he bathes, carefully watching from the other side of the sheer curtain should anything go awry in a moment's notice. It's almost as if she's guarding him from anyone that would dare interrupt his bath...or rather, take him away from her...

But the water itself is natural, clear, and fresh. Also, there's various soaps and oils lined up nearby within Alphinaud's reach - all made in the Twelveswood, based on the bottle designs - should he wish to cleanse himself further. Again, nothing to rouse suspicion or threats of unusual drugs in this manner.

The incense, however, is cloying sweet, with that touch of spices that seem to come from Gyr Albania. The priestess had mentioned that it's to help him clear his head, but it also seems to make his blood run warmer than usual, and with a yearning desire that slowly grows by the moment. Nothing too great of a desire, but enough to help create a vague cloud in his thoughts. The more he breathes in, the harder it becomes for him to think clearly, and the harder for his blood to fully cool...

edelgard von hresvelg | fire emblem: three houses

[crestsidestory]

Character Name: edelgard von hresvelg
Age: 23 (17 if academy-era)
Role(s): I'm open to any of these roles (or doing a little improv with something not suggested here) but edelgard is probably best suited to: the uninitiated, a skeptic who was born into the faith, a temple virgin, the idol.
Preferred Scenarios: a dragon cult would be the ideal. or maybe, taking a note from canon, some kind of eagle god, lion god, and deer god? absolutely cool with any of the suggested gods here, too. febricia is the most relevant to edelgard, whether she'd be singled out for service to febricia or a vessel or even a reincarnation. all of the suggested prompts sound fun to me.
Kinks: kinks here. altered states seem pretty possible here and are a-ok by me but no straight-up noncon.
Short Character Description: 5'2 emotionally-repressed axe-wielding royal with post-traumatic stress and many dead siblings due to nonconsensual experimentation canonically starts a war to destroy the church and dismantle the nobility.

Tobias Eaton | OC | OTA

[bloodrunner]

[This is the left-hand man of a leader right here, doing all the dirty work no matter what it may be.]

Yuzu Hiiragi | Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V | OTA

[songstressedout]

[ Open to anything. Role perhaps along the lines of The Devotee, The Temple Virgin, or The Idol. ]

Dani Ardor | Midsommar

[midsommaring]

[The Idol. She is The May Queen, after all]

klaus hargreeves | the umbrella academy

[sexytrashed]

[ lmfao, the idol. ]

Nico Acosta | OC | OTA

[anoranza]

[ooc: Open to discussion.]

Evie Montgomery | OC | OTA

[la_bonne_chose]

[ooc: Open to discussion.]