Everyone has a favorite kink or scene or prompt they love to play out - and even if you don't, there has to be something you've always wanted to try, right? A kink? A premise? A prompt? While memes these days are doing great at covering fetishes and coming up with great premises, you can't expect them to cover everything anyone could ever want. There are just too many unique ideas out there!
This meme tries to solve that problem by being a catch-all and hinging on a very simple premise: bring what YOU want to play and focus on that! It puts the power of choosing the direction of threads entirely in your hands. Find other people who will be totally down with playing what you want to play, and let them know just what you're interested in. Simple, right? It's just like a BYOB barbecue, only a lot sexier.
How To Play: - Comment with your character. DON'T LEAVE YOUR COMMENT BLANK. Instead, copy and paste the information below and fill it out to suit your needs. Or use your own ideas.
kink name/scenario here
information goes here. wax poetic about titfucking or be sparse as you see fit.
- Be as specific or as vague as you want. You can put a kink and the definition (i.e., paizuri), or go all out with a scenario description ("I want my character to get fucked by his brother, who is an alien octopus"). Include pictures to serve as prompts if you'd like, but please link to anything that could be considered triggering instead of embedding it. Otherwise, all ideas, kinks, AUs, prompts, and scenarios welcome.
- Comment to people whose ideas and kinks are relevant to your interests.
[ the festival or a modified version of the original prompt might work actually. She could have wandered in without completely know what is was and understandably be nervous or something. And I think Freyr would probably be able to tell if someone wasn’t feeling great about one of his own events.
He could approach and try to figure out what’s wrong and have a little heart to heart about how like fate/destiny/gods don’t care about the purity of body, what matters is the purity of heart as in like being true to yourself and having conviction in what you do and loving who you are. Or something corny like that. ]
Well, the answer isn't that complicated. As a maiden of Freyr, nobody had wanted to tell her the sordid details of what the fertility festival actually entailed. She just thought it was, you know, a festival! Maybe a lot of drinking and dancing. Seemed like a ridiculous thing for her to not be allowed to attend, so sneaking in was a small act of rebellion.
When she got in, it took a moment to process what she had walked in on. She's never even seen two people having sex, let alone an entire room of them. The sensible voice in the back of her head was urging her to turn around and pretend she never saw it, but it was a quiet, faraway voice of reason, grappling with her panic response and the voice from a different part of her body urging her to stay and watch. Or maybe even--
Regardless, the culmination of all these confusing conflicting impulses leads to Luzia standing rooted to the spot, staring blankly into the sea of lust like a deer in the headlights, or some other simile that doesn't involve things that haven't been invented yet.
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He could approach and try to figure out what’s wrong and have a little heart to heart about how like fate/destiny/gods don’t care about the purity of body, what matters is the purity of heart as in like being true to yourself and having conviction in what you do and loving who you are. Or something corny like that. ]
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[ How did Luzia end up at an orgy?
Well, the answer isn't that complicated. As a maiden of Freyr, nobody had wanted to tell her the sordid details of what the fertility festival actually entailed. She just thought it was, you know, a festival! Maybe a lot of drinking and dancing. Seemed like a ridiculous thing for her to not be allowed to attend, so sneaking in was a small act of rebellion.
When she got in, it took a moment to process what she had walked in on. She's never even seen two people having sex, let alone an entire room of them. The sensible voice in the back of her head was urging her to turn around and pretend she never saw it, but it was a quiet, faraway voice of reason, grappling with her panic response and the voice from a different part of her body urging her to stay and watch. Or maybe even--
Regardless, the culmination of all these confusing conflicting impulses leads to Luzia standing rooted to the spot, staring blankly into the sea of lust like a deer in the headlights, or some other simile that doesn't involve things that haven't been invented yet.
Maybe she could use some divine insight. ]