Excuse me? Only a bit correct? I distinctly remember everything being fine and then suddenly erupting into flames at that furniture store. What was it that you said at the time again?
[Go on, pull the other one. It's got bells on it.]
Considering the people involved? Nothing would be too over the top.
[There’s a dismissive and sharp exhale from the pale man, almost but not quite a scoff. Yes, he was annoyed but it was more because the other wasn’t inaccurate and that made this whole thing so much worse.]
Yes, well, I prefer to actually be responsible for the acts that get me tossed in here.
[And the truly worse part was that Maedhros had even warned him that something like this could happen. So infuriating!]
When we get out of here, you own me. Oh, do you owe me.
[And with that, the younger man moves over to the cell door to give it a sharp once over. The cogs in his mind turning as he studies it.]
(a) you've been exiled over some misunderstanding and this is your chance to plead your case to the warden of Fantasy Exile Jail (b) this meme is just canon, actually. we're writing a scene from canon (c) you've been sentenced to his office or personal quarters to have some fun with the handcuffs 😏
ota adults for shipping with some established or assumed cr, see kinks for more abt that ]
[ perhaps it's a bit twisted, to retain a morbid curiosity about such things after everything she's been through, but if there's one thing her papa's taught her, it's never to shy away from the things that incite her curiosity. of course, Callas probably wasn't thinking about kinks when he set his daughter out into the world, but Navia has long since decided that such choices are her own to explore and enjoy.
especially in unexpected ways.
the smooth metal digs into her wrists as she attempts to pull her arms apart in different directions. if anything, they almost seem to get tighter -? ]
Impressive.
[ woops. that comes out a mite breathier than she's meant it to be; despite the fact that she's specifically put herself in this situation (which may or may not have involved a playful challenge that quickly devolved into a conversation with more actual tension - one that she could not resist diving into), she means to continue with her provocation until the very end. even if she's literally and figuratively disarmed, with her hat hanging on a hook and most of her clothes artfully strewn about to create a path to the seat she's sitting on.
her thigh high boots still help her cut an imposing figure, intricately detailed against the backdrop of her bare skin, the flushed expanse of it marred only by the panties she wears. ]
I think I can understand the appeal of playing with these.
[ her gaze wanders all the way up to his, fierce even as she smiles sweetly. ]
You won't be taking your offer back now, right, Your Grace?
Maybe it's somewhen in the fantasy-flavoured Early Modern period, or in the future, or it's a world like our own, or some other oubliette. Whatever the answer, what matters it's a prison. Whenever your character arrives and is shown or thrown in, there's already someone sitting with with their back against the wall.
special delivery: one (1) mentally unstable criminal profiler with a penchant for night sweats
The door opens, and a leggy, unshaven man in an orange prison jumpsuit is bodily shoved into the cell. He stumbles a few paces before his knees give out beneath his weight, and he hits the floor hip first. By the time he's scrabbled his way to his feet again the door has slammed shut behind him, lock securely falling into place.
Upright, he still weaves subtly on his feet like a nervous colt, his eyes haggard and vague, like he doesn't quite know where he is yet. Then he notices the shape against the far wall, and recoils from the stranger like he expects his cellmate to lunge for his throat at any moment. "Stay over there," he rasps, and only stops backing away when his shoulders hit the wall behind him. "Just--just stay where I can see you."
'Stone walls do not a prison make'; tell me, Will, what forms the walls of your jail?
Percy looks up at the newcomer, and then around them at the small, but rather empty cell, and then gestures with both hands to show that he's unarmed and uninterested in biting out anyone's anything.
"Fortunate that I've left my duck blind in my other trousers."
He's still breathing hard from--from whatever happened, before he ended up in this place. Will Graham reaches up a shaky hand to wipe sweat, or tears, or sleep, or blood, or--or whatever from his eyes, and exhales a devastatingly humourless sound that might have been a laugh, under better circumstances.
"Yeah, fine," he breathes, lets his hands drop back to the sides of his offensively garish orange jumpsuit. "Stupid question, but where are we?"
"Nowhere that anyone will come looking, or at least they haven't yet." Percy sits up a little straighter. "Near as far as I can tell, we've been 'misplaced' within the prison system. Our identities have been assigned to someone else and they're off enjoying the finest nutraloaf the State has on offer."
"I'd introduce myself as Percy, but quote-unquote Percy died unexpected and tragically in a riot two weeks ago."
It's a rare thing to see an elf this old in general, much less covered in bruises and snarling curses. By the time he's finally tossed in the cell, he's covered in blood that's only mostly his.
"I hope your parents are proud of you!" He's roundly ignored, but there's the tiniest flinch from one of the retreating guards that clearly satisfies him before he collapses against the wall.
"Ugh. Dumbest arrest of my life, and that's saying something." When his gaze flicks over to his cellmate, he doesn't look surprised; apparently he was registering things even as he got punched in the face. "And you! It looks like you've been in here for a bit."
"I keep meaning to book in and stay somewhere else whenever I'm in town, but the ambience in this place is just so charming." Ambience is one word for the old straw, likely rats, and the very fashionable manacles that Percy is currently sporting. It's all the rage, or haven't you heard?
[ He's got a detective that is personally out to get him, so arguably goddamn near anything even if it's absolute bullshit. Fighting is an easy actual legit charge though. ]
[This is all just a huge misunderstanding, Officer. You see, he was just out for a walk and--pff, nope. Couldn't keep a straight face.
Well, whether you are transporting this shady character, are trapped in the back of the squad car/security transport with him, or if you are joining him in prison, congratulations. He's going to be insufferable and you get a front row seat.
Why is he here? Feel free to ask, but he is definitely probably going to lie about it.
He's got an awful gash across his cheek, looks like he's been in a prolonged barfight, and is one of the least intimidating, reed-like, white collar looking men in the galaxy. Somehow, his hair has steadfastly maintained an attractive toussled look, despite all the violence and arresting. So...if nothing else, he's got that going for him.]
(OOC: Any setting is fine, cross medium/cross canon okay, all other Treks welcome.)
[If someone told you this guy's first name was 'Gulag', would you really question it? He's built like a brick shithouse, this one. He's huge, glowering, and his blank skin to tattoo ratio is very close to 1:1. He practically screams: Maximum Security and Life Sentence. He could probably snap a man in half across his knee.
Are you: A) - His new cellmate/forced labor buddy? B) - One of the many, many officers transporting him to or from one Prison or another? C) - His lawyer? (Good luck) D) - His prison pen-pal? E) - Wildcard/Other, surprise me.
Cross canon/cross medium is all good by me, all Treks welcome. Except Spock.]
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Malik Caesar 🍺 Tales of Graces f
Maedhros | the silmarillion | OTA
Hello again!
This is all your fault, you know.
Hi!
I'd object but... you're probably at least a bit correct in that.
So how over the top can we make this whole mess?
Excuse me? Only a bit correct? I distinctly remember everything being fine and then suddenly erupting into flames at that furniture store. What was it that you said at the time again?
[Go on, pull the other one. It's got bells on it.]
Considering the people involved? Nothing would be too over the top.
I belive it was something along the line of: oh no, not again.
Still, I did not set the fire. So it's not entierly my fault.
Then let’s aim for the stars
Yes, well, I prefer to actually be responsible for the acts that get me tossed in here.
[And the truly worse part was that Maedhros had even warned him that something like this could happen. So infuriating!]
When we get out of here, you own me. Oh, do you owe me.
[And with that, the younger man moves over to the cell door to give it a sharp once over. The cogs in his mind turning as he studies it.]
wriothesley | genshin impact
(a) you've been exiled over some misunderstanding and this is your chance to plead your case to the warden of Fantasy Exile Jail
(b) this meme is just canon, actually. we're writing a scene from canon
(c) you've been sentenced to his office or personal quarters to have some fun with the handcuffs 😏
ota adults for shipping with some established or assumed cr, see kinks for more abt that ]
no subject
especially in unexpected ways.
the smooth metal digs into her wrists as she attempts to pull her arms apart in different directions. if anything, they almost seem to get tighter -? ]
Impressive.
[ woops. that comes out a mite breathier than she's meant it to be; despite the fact that she's specifically put herself in this situation (which may or may not have involved a playful challenge that quickly devolved into a conversation with more actual tension - one that she could not resist diving into), she means to continue with her provocation until the very end. even if she's literally and figuratively disarmed, with her hat hanging on a hook and most of her clothes artfully strewn about to create a path to the seat she's sitting on.
her thigh high boots still help her cut an imposing figure, intricately detailed against the backdrop of her bare skin, the flushed expanse of it marred only by the panties she wears. ]
I think I can understand the appeal of playing with these.
[ her gaze wanders all the way up to his, fierce even as she smiles sweetly. ]
You won't be taking your offer back now, right, Your Grace?
aether; genshin impact
caelus; honkai star rail
Coquelic | Path to Nowhere
John Constantine | DC/Vertigo | OTA
Percival Fredrickstein von tl;dr 🜍 Crit Role
special delivery: one (1) mentally unstable criminal profiler with a penchant for night sweats
Upright, he still weaves subtly on his feet like a nervous colt, his eyes haggard and vague, like he doesn't quite know where he is yet. Then he notices the shape against the far wall, and recoils from the stranger like he expects his cellmate to lunge for his throat at any moment. "Stay over there," he rasps, and only stops backing away when his shoulders hit the wall behind him. "Just--just stay where I can see you."
'Stone walls do not a prison make'; tell me, Will, what forms the walls of your jail?
"Fortunate that I've left my duck blind in my other trousers."
no subject
"Yeah, fine," he breathes, lets his hands drop back to the sides of his offensively garish orange jumpsuit. "Stupid question, but where are we?"
no subject
"I'd introduce myself as Percy, but quote-unquote Percy died unexpected and tragically in a riot two weeks ago."
twelve is an ancient grumpy bard have fun percy
"I hope your parents are proud of you!" He's roundly ignored, but there's the tiniest flinch from one of the retreating guards that clearly satisfies him before he collapses against the wall.
"Ugh. Dumbest arrest of my life, and that's saying something." When his gaze flicks over to his cellmate, he doesn't look surprised; apparently he was registering things even as he got punched in the face. "And you! It looks like you've been in here for a bit."
no subject
Jason Todd / DC Comics
Sampo Koski | Honkai Star Rail
Son Ohgong | Level Up with the Gods
The Swede | Our Flag Means Death | OTA
sam carpenter | scream
Lin Beifong | Legend of Korra | OTA
Badou Nails | DOGS: Bullets and Carnage
Aoba Seragaki | Dramatical Murder | M/M
arthur morgan | red dead redemption II
Lucifer Morningstar - Hazbin Hotel
Qi Rong | TGCF/Heaven Official's Blessing | OTA
Open to other scenarios as well.]
asahina aoi | danganronpa
Akira Nishikiyama | Yakuza/Like a Dragon | OTA
Narek | Star Trek | OTA
Well, whether you are transporting this shady character, are trapped in the back of the squad car/security transport with him, or if you are joining him in prison, congratulations. He's going to be insufferable and you get a front row seat.
Why is he here? Feel free to ask, but he is
definitelyprobably going to lie about it.He's got an awful gash across his cheek, looks like he's been in a prolonged barfight, and is one of the least intimidating, reed-like, white collar looking men in the galaxy. Somehow, his hair has steadfastly maintained an attractive toussled look, despite all the violence and arresting. So...if nothing else, he's got that going for him.]
(OOC: Any setting is fine, cross medium/cross canon okay, all other Treks welcome.)
Nero | Star Trek AOS | OTA
Are you:
A) - His new cellmate/forced labor buddy?
B) - One of the many, many officers transporting him to or from one Prison or another?
C) - His lawyer? (Good luck)
D) - His prison pen-pal?
E) - Wildcard/Other, surprise me.
Cross canon/cross medium is all good by me, all Treks welcome.
Except Spock.]