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foolishmemers2017-07-08 11:05 pm
grimgrinningghosts) wrote in foolishmemers2017-07-08 11:05 pm
Foolish Mortals Kink Meme!
(Stolen from DRRP's Kink Meme)
HERE'S SOME GUIDELINES/RULES:
1. All requests- smut, fluff, gen or otherwise (alternate murders, anyone?)- are welcome so long as it's about Foolish Mortals.
2. Fic and art fills are all good.
3. This is for all rounds of Foolish Mortals. Intermingled cast requests ("what if so-so and so-so from this and that round met?") are acceptable. (Even though there's only the Mock Trial and one Round so far)
4. Staying anon is fun but not required
5. There's going to be enough dicks to go around we don't need you to be one too.
6. Use proper trigger/content warnings for sensitive and/or offensive subjects, just like you would in FM proper.
7. This is a judge free zone, however, we only ask that you be mindful of character ages, esp. in regards to the younger characters.
8. If you do not want your character to be involved with the smut or things that make you uncomfortable please contact us. This is ultimately just for fun and we would hate for it to become upsetting for anyone.
9. Respect player wishes if they ask to not have their character be in smut or anything out of their comfort zone.
The Liar
Wander couldn't dare look at her horrified face at the realization of what she had done. The galaxy needed him more than her, and he had to go back and be the hope for those Dominator left behind. But how could he ever do that knowing he had the blood of nineteen people on his hands, albeit unwillingly?
The Ghost Host betrayed no sign of emotion, but he looked tired. "You have voted correctly. The execution will commence." Wander looked up at him with worry in his eyes. He had always accepted his eventual death, but not in front of the people he cared about: the friends he met in the mansion, Sylvia, even Ghostave.
The lights went out for a brief moment, and when Wander reappeared, he was on a dark stage with a single beam of light centered on him. He kept his feet planted on the spot as he turned to search for whatever was going to come at him. Monsters, ghosts, robots, the things he knew how to evade.
A quiet, carnival-like song played from one end of the stage. Wander snapped to attention, mostly curious yet a bit worried, as to what that could mean. He could swear it was an accordion, so if the ghosts chose the instrument purposefully to make him angry--
Behind him, a pair of glowing blank white eyes and a matching too-wide grin shone against the black background. A sinking feeling in his stomach pulled Wander's head in that direction, but the face disappeared the instant he turned around and reappeared behind him once more. Wander took several steps back, and the beam of light followed him. As he turned around, the face stayed.
Wander leaped away with a shout as a tall man in a black hat and coat stepped forward, the backlight of the stage now revealing several of these large smiling men surrounding Wander. The broken, grainy music grew louder as Wander darted across the stage only to run into another of these men. They stepped closer and closer, offering a hand with their unchanging smile. Wander only grew more distressed, eventually giving up on escape, curled up, and covered his ears in a futile attempt to shut out the music. They found him, he can't escape, there's nothing he can do, they found him. One of the grinning men took hold of Wander's hat and whipped his last comfort off his head. Wander winced and waited for it to all be over.
...But the men did not move. They stood in a circle and watched Wander tremble. At least, the ground was trembling with him.
He cracked an eye open just as the floor split apart, revealing lava underneath the stage. The men drifted away on separate pieces as the center grew taller, revealing the true setting of the stage - the center of a volcano.
"No one else will die in this house..." The grinning men echoed Wander's sentiment at the start of the week in unison. With them drifting out of sight, Wander had time to recover and find a way out, but the pressure and lack of hat did nothing to calm him down. He could crawl over to one end of the rocky formation and climb up the stalactite, yeah. If he wasn't so jittery, he could get out in a matter of seconds.
Just before he reached the end, the edge of the formation collapsed, removing his only escape route.
Wander pushed himself onto his feet and ran to another spot. More ground collapsed, and a column of lava replaced it. With each new direction, less solid ground and more lava. Soon, there was nothing left but enough room for Wander to stand still and let the columns of lava surround him.
The last thing the others saw of him was Wander's terrified, sweating face as the volcano erupted, enveloping him in boiling magma. There was no time for him to scream.
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