rubimods: (Default)
rubilykskoye mods ([personal profile] rubimods) wrote in [community profile] rubimemes2024-02-07 11:31 pm
Entry tags:

TEST DRIVE MEME 005

⚰︎ ⍢ ⌲ ⍚ TEST DRIVE MEME:
Welcome to RUBILYKSKOYE — a dark, horror-smut game where player choices will drive a mod-run storyline about the world and its NPCs. This test drive meme provides a medley of prompts evoking the game's general tone.

THESE THREADS CAN BE GAME CANON if both players are accepted into the game and agree to it. However, if players who'd prefer to start fresh are welcome to reuse these prompts in their own personal logs upon acceptance into the communities. Note: the universal test drive arrival prompt will not be repeated on the any event log, but players are welcome to reuse the prompt.

CONTENT WARNINGS for this game include: monsters, body horror, dub-con, non-con, religion, blood/violence, and marking/branding, loss of autonomy/self, and mental influences. This log additionally has warnings for: spiders, aphrodisiac and truth serum effects, public nudity, exhibitionism/voyeurism, bdsm, kink negotiation, social pressure, and animal sacrifice.

If you have QUESTIONS about the test drive prompts, please ask HERE. Questions about the game itself or the general setting should be directed to the FAQ.

FAQSETTINGCALENDARRESERVESAPPLICATIONS

IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE

The chirping of partridges in the treetops rouses you. Light barely filters through the canopy, just enough to suggest daylight. By the time it reaches the forest floor, the light has taken on a sickly green. You lie amongst the frost-covered mosses and ferns, the frozen soil cold and just a little damp on your bare skin.

Wherever you were before this moment, whatever you were doing or wearing, when you awaken in this forest, you find yourself naked and helpless as the day you were born. As you sit up and get your bearings, aside from a brief wave of disoriented nausea, you seem to be no worse for wear than you last remember.

You seem to be alone. The gnarled oaks and moss suggest no sign of civilization or sentient life. Just flickers of movement from curious squirrels or brave lizards reemerging after a long winter. With your feet under you, and you'll find the wood is filled with berry bushes and nut trees, though much of the fruit has been picked clean. The freshwater stream that runs north-south, populated by both poisonous toads and delicious crawdads, will lead people towards the first signs of civilisation, the cabins of those who choose to live beyond Rubilyskoye's formidable walls.

In the forest, you may run into others with stories just like yours. Some may have already formed clumsy nudist groups, others may still be processing their confusion, with no memory of how they got here. Now is a good time to overcome any hang-ups you have about modesty; it's going to be a long hike.

Turn your back to the darker, shadowy parts of the forest and eventually the glow of manmade lights and the curve of a dirt road may come into view. At the edge of the wood, you'll find a town surrounded by a fifty-foot wall of beige stone. The only entrance is an iron gate positioned on the southern edge. When you arrive, the gate is already open, welcoming people inside.

This quaint, historic town of five-thousand has cobbled street and signs lit by gas lamp. Wooden shutters protect otherwise open-air windows on the buildings, which are all under three stories with gabled roofs. A number of businesses hug the main street — a clockmaker, a cobbler, a grocer — while residential homes sprawl outwards towards the wall. At the far end of the main street, visible about a mile to the north now that the trees and the enormous wall is out of the way, sits a castle with three towers.

When you enter, the streets are full of people, but despite any efforts on your part to hide or make excuses, they don't seem offended by your nakedness. Even families with children don't gawk or look twice. Those determined to find proper clothing regardless will find that modern clothing stores aren't available — the closest this town has is a tailor's shop and a stand in the central marketplace selling scarves and blankets.

breaking and entering
If you intend to have your character break into someone's house or yard to steal some of their clean laundry, please review the info about game laws on the FAQ and give the mods a heads up HERE.



Fortunately, the people of the town are very generous! Anyone who ask the locals will be directed to the boarding house for both clothes and a place to stay. Accessible through an embellished iron garden gate and obscured by hanging plants, trees, and vines, beyond an overgrown yard in the residential sprawl of the town is a bright-red door, which opens to a spacious cottage of several stories. It's already full of people who appeared in the village just as you did today.

finding roommates
Don't spend too much time asking questions in the common areas. You'll want to claim a bedroom quickly because each one only has two full-size beds, and there aren't enough spaces for everyone. Maybe you'll get lucky and run into someone who has decided to move out? (Roommates will not be mod-assigned; players should coordinate directly with one another to determine their living arrangements; at this point, many characters have used activity rewards to move to accomodation outside the boarding house.)


Get a good night's rest. By the light of day, locals will help get the new arrivals set up on the coal stove with a breakfast of thick grain porridge and caramelised bananas from the new peaks; these NPCs can also answer any questions about the situation. You may notice they're dressed in a way you would almost call normal — at least, in a manner befitting 19th century Eastern Europe. Gossip about new arrivals spreads quickly, and Rubeans who run businesses or train trades are eager to help you find a place to apply your skills so you can contribute to your new home.


writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try: naked hiking, acquiring clothing, being offered work, asking questions over breakfast, or staking your claim on a bedroom!



HEARTS FESTIVAL

New arrivals to Rubilykskoye will find themselves strongly encouraged to participate in the current zadza purging festival, and will be assigned either a collar in leather or iron based on their Niez or Wilk mark, or a wrist-strap or manacle that suits the attachment of a leash for those with a Diabel or Skala mark.

Characters are encouraged to embrace this temporary designation as a sign that they will be good citizens; those who object or ignore their designation may find the NPCs try to helpfully guide them, express displeasure at "Void-Touched" who won't assimilate, or in rare cases exert social pressure, coercion, violence or shunning to ensure compliance.

Throughout town various NPCs have set up tents and booths to host myriad performances, workshops, demonstrations, and food stands for their celebration. The foods were made using some of the new flora that have brought back from the peaks. Characters can get their hands on the following heart-themed foods from the second day of the festival onwards:

  • HEART-SHAPED COOKIES: eating these intensifies body heat, making characters a great cuddle buddy for the cold weather and likely to strip down, feeling overheated even in a snowdrift

  • BEEF HEART STEW WITH DUXELLES: eating these fills those who consume it with confidence, making them more solicitous and dominant

  • LIME-GLAZED GOAT HEART SATAY: eating these intensifies sensation, making characters more sensitive to both pain and pleasure

  • CINNAMON GLUWEIN: drinking a cup of this hot beverage will make characters especially honest

The nature of the booths set up for performances, workshops, and other goods focuses around the festival's dominance and submission themes. These persist throughout the day regardless of the hour or the audience, so very few people can be found consistently at their places of work during the day this week. In addition:
  • Skala and diabel NPCs may offer to share their partner(s) with the Void-touched, or ask to share theirs.

  • PIOTR, a farmer, brings tools over from the farm including bridles and saddles, which can be found at a booth near some hunters who've made anal plugs that end with real animal tails, as well as muzzles.

  • The cages from the Moot Hall have been moved into the streets, and people are allowed to move freely in and out of them. One of them has been covered in curtains to function as a glory hole booth.

  • Some niez and wilk NPCs line up near the main event stage and kneel to offer themselves as human furniture.

However, characters may also come across some carnival games operated by NPCs who are eager to help the Duchess find her heart! Some involve slaughtering livestock by removing their hearts—rest assured, these livestock were already on the menu, but their ritual sacrifice will now involve the cutting out of their hearts. Cut out an animal's heart yourself, or just attend the show! Many of the townspeople will get into it, painting their faces with animal blood or drinking from it.

writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try reacting to being assigned a dominant or submissive role, scenes where your character is starting to feel the effects of the food, watching (or participating in) a performance, or joining in on a gory animal sacrifice. NPCs that are usually welcoming may strongly pressure even new arrivals to participate in their cultural festivities.


the fathomless dark

At the outer edges of the forest, shadows grow long and the air grows thick. Though the sun never grows warm red-gold with sunset, the wood darkens. Birdsong is replaced by the click of mandibles and the skitter of many legs. Anyone who ventures out this way will soon find it difficult to see before them, even in the middle of the day — eventually, even the brightest magical light source or darkvision cannot stretch further than a few inches.

In the void, the air feels heavy, as if it were not air at all but some more solid mass. Almost like liquid-smoke, it presses down upon you. Slowing your movements. Characters who push too far into the void may stop being able to move at all, and find themselves given over to insanity if they collapse, unable to draw themselves out. This is just one of many dangers.

Monsters thrive this far out. Huge, blood-red spiders the size of hunting dogs drop from the treetops. In addition to their venomous bite, which contains a fast-acting paralytic, these creatures are clever: they attempt to use their webbing to entangle any trespassers, binding limbs together or to trees. If you're unfortunate to become fully cocooned, you don't have long before this forest will be the last thing you see.


Those who seem lucky enough not to run afoul of the monsters here are in for a worse fate. The void can play tricks on your senses. As madness sets in and you lose all sense of direction, you may also lose control of your body — what is that steers your hands to turn against your friends? Why does it sound like your own voice whispering?

In the fog, you may also hear the voices of those familiar to you — people you know from the town, or people whom you know with almost perfect certainty aren't here. these figments may recreate unhappy memories or force trespassers to hallucinate their worst nightmares. Nothing is as it seems in the void, and when you swing at these figments, desperate to silence them, it might not be a figment at all, but a friend in the flesh trying to help you. By the time you see their true face, it could be too late to stop yourself.

writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try fighting a monster, hallucinating your worst nightmares, and/or attacking a friend or stranger!


HIDING INSIDE EACH OF US

Uh oh spaghetti-os.

The marks worn by all residents of Rubilykskoye aren't just cool body art, as it turns out. The town is full of rumors, whispered in shadows and over candles of a starving creature hiding in the dark corners of your chest. Feed your inner beast, they say, before it finds a way to feed itself.


Alas, its emergence is inevitable — sooner or later, the horrible things that happen here pile up and make someone repulsed by the idea of human contact. Someone holds themselves back, bites their tongue, or simply does not believe the stories. Today, for one reason or another, that creature is coming out. Someone hasn't been keeping it sated.

Symptoms escalate over weeks, from monstrous irritability to full-blown body horror transformation, where people physically shed their human forms and evolve into the monsters this place made them. Once a person becomes something more (or less) than human there's only one way to go back — sate the beast.

someone else transforms
Poor Merta Chesnokov, the usually stalwart older woman who mans the Apothecary, has been beset by unusual requests in addition to her regular demands, not to mention sweating blood. The festival, a rash of skala blood flu, and a little extra town chaos in January, has brought a high demand to her little shop. Now there's also a local fashion springing up for teas and herbal remedies sourced from the recently revealed tropical mountains.

After another failed tisane test drive, and the third customer asking for a new kind of aphrodisiac to add to their festival food, she was seen tossing down her work knife with uncharacteristic frustration, and taking an "early lunch" that she didn't return from that night. Though her children, friends and employees reach out to her, there's no sign of her until you stumble upon her in the woods.

Merta overboils with her suppressed fury as her body distorts and her flesh blackens and crusts. Her attempts to hold off her transformation have failed, and Merta turns into a Smoldering Skink, a large repillian creature whose thick scales hold back her magmatic insides. The noise she makes is an unhearthly hissing scream like a boiling kettle, and she attempts to vent her pent-up stress by wildly attacking everything in sight. Immediately, the surroundings catch aflame! There will be a small fire eating at the dead wood of a long winter if it's not put out, but your first priority might have to be fielding a stampeding lizard with massive teeth and burning hot scales...

(There are other monsters lurking in every townsperson — feel free to invent your own npc monsters and scenarios!)


you waited too long
At first, as you hide yourself from your darker impulses, a subtle itch develops under your skin. An irritability that makes you snap at the person who bumps into you on the stairs because all those fleeting emotions that you've been repressing bubble to the surface. Every dark thought you've had about being here, all the fears of never getting home, of being surrounded by ticking time bombs, the anxiety of wondering who you might hurt or what relationships you might betray by doing what you have to do. The anger. Oh, the anger.

Maybe you shut yourself in your room or run into the woods to hide away, but there's only so much you can do to deny the itch that grows into hunger like a spark catching and growing to wildfire. Someone comes to check on you. That knock on the door or crunch of leaves in the wood that fills you with dread at what you might do and hope that you will be sated.

As claws and fangs and scales and spines and fur grow and your body transforms with a sickening crunch of bones and peeling of skin, so do your appetites. If you won't sate them, you'll lose yourself to your beastly impulses sooner or later, mauling friends and taking your fill. Is it better or worse if only your claws get inside of them?
heresthebeef: (Default)

Temper ♉︎ Original ♉︎ Skala

[personal profile] heresthebeef 2024-02-07 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 (𝖈𝖜: 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖊𝖝𝖚𝖆𝖑 𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞)
[ A snort and a snarl signal the awakening of the hefty beast that's sprawled out on the forest floor. Before he even opens his eyes, he knows something is very, very wrong. Every morning for almost his entire life he's woken up in the same place, to the same smells and the same sounds. There is no sweet scent of hay. No shouting of farmhands and no thump of their boots against the wooden planks of the stable. The bizarre comforting consistencies of his subjugated life.

Pushing himself up in a panic, eyes darting around at the unfamiliar scenery as his mind races - no. Firm and resolute he smothers the fear before it can spread. Collects himself. Reminds himself who he is, what he is. He was born in a forest, wasn't he? Even if his mind can't remember it.

The nudity is not a concern. Clothing wasn't something he wore very often; a human custom that he only really favored when the human girls he flirted with were wearing things that accentuated their bodies. Tight things, short things. Those were all right.

Lifting his snout to the air he takes a deep, long inhale, closing his eyes and taking in the information his advanced sense of smell grants him.

Humans. But does he want to find them? He'll think about it as he starts walking. ]

𝖙𝖔𝖜𝖓 (𝖈𝖜: 𝖘𝖊𝖝𝖚𝖆𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙/𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓)
Towering over everyone isn't anything new, but usually there's at least one or two other minotaur around so the size discrepancy isn't so dramatic. Determining that this town isn't used to his sort comes easy; the way they stare with a hint of confusion and trepidation is impossible to miss. Well, the adults to anyway. He's already had to snort out a warning to some brat who thought it would be fun to yank on his tail. At least most of the townies leave him alone once they've sussed out he's not looking to cause any trouble.

Still, all the gawking gets annoying after awhile, especially when his nerves are already frayed from trying to make sense of his circumstances. Everything is off about these humans. Their dress, their manner of speaking, the equipment they use. It's putting him off kilter in spite of his best efforts to be stoic.

When he catches another pair of eyes on him he wants to let off a little steam, regulate himself the best way he knows how. ]


That open mouth of yours an invitation? Because you're gonna need to stretch it way more than that for what I got.

[ Good 'ol intimidation via sexual harassment. ]

𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖘
[ One of the perks of being an established and valuable bull is that you don't have to share your stall with anyone. Only the most inexperienced (read: stupid) farmhand would house two bulls in the same pen, creating a situation where one or both will end up goring each other in short order. Bulls don't like to share. Cows, or space.

So when Temper wanders into a room he likes the look of, he's not especially pleased to find it already occupied. The looming comes naturally, his usual method of making it clear to whomever is in posession of something he wants that he's a brick wall of flesh. Difficult to move, if not impossible for many. Eyes narrowed, tail whipping into a froth behind him. ]


Leave.

𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑 (𝖈𝖜: 𝖘𝖊𝖝𝖚𝖆𝖑 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓. 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖊𝖝𝖚𝖆𝖑 𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞)
[ It is probably the best outcome for all that must interact with Temper that the Skala are the doms this time, as he is much easier to convince to go along with the whole theme knowing his designation. In his mind, it's the only designation he should have. Unsettled as he remains internally by the abrupt changes in his life, bossing people around sexually is an area he has plenty of experience in. Especially doing so under direction from a higher authority.

Having a lot more freedom than he's used to having without breaking the rules isn't half bad, either.

Were one to be observing him for a long period they would notice that he steers as clear as he can from the areas the livestock are being sacrificied, although he does his best to make it appear as if that's simply because the whole scene bores him.

No, he's much more content to find some pretty thing that catches his eye, collared or not, and barge into their personal space as if it's owed to him like a locomotive made of meat. Maybe he's had a little too much freedom too quickly. ]


You. You're mine.

((ooc: If there's something else you wanna try out with this beef, you can DM me on this account or on plurk at [plurk.com profile] tentaclemonster! Also sorry for only having three icons I'm workin' on more! ))
dead_tongue: (stare down)

Festival

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-02-07 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Iggy is not collared. Iggy is also not particularly bothered by having his personal space invaded - he's used to it. He isn't even that thrown off by the fact that this guy is half cow.

He holds up a hand. His voice is low and pleasant.]


No. I'm not.
heresthebeef: (Default)

[personal profile] heresthebeef 2024-02-07 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Temper lifts a brow, giving Iggy’s declaration an unimpressed look. ]

You not into men?

[ Because obviously that’s the reasonable conclusion. ]
dead_tongue: (eehee)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-02-07 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, sweetie, I'm very into men. And they're into me, frequently.

[Very funny, Iggy.]

But I'm not yours.

[He holds up his wrist, showing off the pale leather cuff there.]

Dom. Besides which, that was pretty rude of you. Not even a hello first?
heresthebeef: (Default)

[personal profile] heresthebeef 2024-02-07 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The cuff is glanced at with an uncaring huff. ]

Don’t remember agreeing to obey some dead idiot’s hide.

[ The denial only makes him more determined to get what he wants. He hasn’t come across many redheaded humans. Iggy is looking like a rare treat more and more. ]

And I don’t like small talk. Wastes time.
dead_tongue: (eehee)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-02-07 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Rules of the game, sweetie.

[Iggy seems profoundly unconcerned.]

Mmm. That's fine for some. Me, I like a little banter. Gives me a feel for people, you know?

Based on our conversation so far, for example, I can tell you're used to getting your way.

(no subject)

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-07 21:20 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] dead_tongue - 2024-02-07 21:25 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-07 21:37 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] dead_tongue - 2024-02-07 21:52 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-07 21:56 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] dead_tongue - 2024-02-07 22:12 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-07 23:32 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] dead_tongue - 2024-02-07 23:58 (UTC) - Expand

CW: dubcon

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-08 00:46 (UTC) - Expand

CW: dubcon

[personal profile] dead_tongue - 2024-02-08 00:59 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-08 01:59 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] dead_tongue - 2024-02-08 03:05 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-08 12:26 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] dead_tongue - 2024-02-08 17:29 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-08 23:17 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] dead_tongue - 2024-02-08 23:19 (UTC) - Expand
princess_of_ida: (99)

Festival

[personal profile] princess_of_ida 2024-02-07 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ianthe looked up into the bull's eyes, not intimidated in the slightest. She had a collar on and had already clocked the cuff making this hot slab of beef a Dominant, but she wasn't going to let him win so easily. Even if his claiming manner did make that part of her that decided to be submissive flutter.]

Am I know?
heresthebeef: (nor'easter)

[personal profile] heresthebeef 2024-02-07 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, she has his interest right away. Slight? Blonde? He likes all kinds of human girls, but there’s definitely one that fires him up extra hot. ]

Yeah.

[ Low and velvety from the grin that’s creeping over his face.

He’ll reach out to tilt her chin up. Get a real good drink of her. ]


You’re made for me.
princess_of_ida: (58)

[personal profile] princess_of_ida 2024-02-07 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[She let him tilt her head up, gaze unwavering, but a lazy smile crept across her face.]

See that's where you're wrong. I'm made for something far greater than you or anyone here. But I do like your boldness. I can be yours for a bit.
heresthebeef: (nor'easter)

[personal profile] heresthebeef 2024-02-07 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
‘Course you are, flower.

[ Unlike cows, human girls are always so full of dreams and ambitions. It makes them extra energetic, extra fun. Every single one thinks she’s the star of her own show. ]

Hm, well, you may whistle a different tune after you’ve had a ride.
princess_of_ida: (66)

[personal profile] princess_of_ida 2024-02-07 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ianthe was the fucking star of her show. She was the protagonist, the villain AND the love interest.]

Or maybe I'll be the one keeping you. I can do things I guarantee you've never encountered before.

Now, are you going to please me or just keep flexing?

(no subject)

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-07 21:07 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] princess_of_ida - 2024-02-08 15:06 (UTC) - Expand

cw: misogyny lite

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-08 15:42 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] princess_of_ida - 2024-02-08 15:59 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-08 18:56 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] princess_of_ida - 2024-02-11 17:39 (UTC) - Expand
addickted: ([:)] heh. good times.)

roomies

[personal profile] addickted 2024-02-08 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Overall Angel isn't having the worst time ever -- he's a little tall for most of the buildings, yes, and he's gotten some odd looks. But walking around naked isn't something that bothers him particularly, and there sure as fuck is a lotta eye candy.

And the rooms, when he gets to them, are pretty nice. Not as nice as his back at home -- weird, thinking of the Hotel that way -- but still decent. He's had worse.

Which is why when tall, dark and grouchy shows up and starts making commands, Angel doesn't move. He stretches out, all legs and two sets of arms, fluffy and content.
] Nice ta meetcha too, toots. Real nice way to make an entrance.
heresthebeef: (Default)

[personal profile] heresthebeef 2024-02-08 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ After seeing mostly humans all day, Angel Dust is a bit of a shock to the system. Especially coming in a shape and in colors he’s not used to seeing on another living thing. It at least earns the spider a few seconds reprieve before … ]

What the hell are you?

[ Asked the over seven and a half foot tall cow man. ]
addickted: ([:)] wink wonk)

[personal profile] addickted 2024-02-08 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[The contrary thing about Angel Dust is that the more put-off and alarmed by his appearance people are, the more delight he seems to find in it. It's sort of part of the territyory -- he's fully seven feet tall (eight in boots) and has a color palette like a cheapo off-brand Valentine's Day card, with pointed teeth and eyes for freckles. People are bound to freak out.

Then again, back home in Hell, everyone knows exactly who he is and has seen every inch of his body multiple times. It's a little0refreshing, actually, to have someone not immediately think "sex symbol" when they see him. Not that he'd mind -- especially with this tall hunk of beef. But it's nice to actually have to work for it, for once.

Rolling onto his stomach and kicking his fluffy spider feet into the air, Angel props his chin in one set of hands, smoothing out the blanket with the other.
] Spider demon. What's your excuse, beefsteak?
heresthebeef: (Default)

[personal profile] heresthebeef 2024-02-08 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ It’s a fair enough question, he’s already gathered that he’s as out of place here as the other is. Having no answer, he decides to get right back on track with the whole intimidation thing.

Folding his arms over his barrel chest he glares down at the spider, one ear flicking in irritation as he lets out a snort. A tell he’s feeling frustrated in spite of his intent to be imposing. ]


I’m not interested in sharing or galloping around all creation to find a bed. This is the one I want.
addickted: ([:)] down boy)

[personal profile] addickted 2024-02-08 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Uh-huh. [Angel lifts his head a bit, crossing one set of arms right under his chest fluff, making it poof out even more. Big alpha types always like the chest fluff -- probably cause it looks so much like tits. Angel's not above using that for his own purposes.

Still gently kicking his feet to and fro, tilting his head to one side, Angel nods.
] This one? This one riiiiight here? [A sharp grin, then Angel rolls onto his back again, splaying out all his limbs.] This one that I'm sooooooo comfy in?

(no subject)

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-08 03:01 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] addickted - 2024-02-08 03:11 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-08 12:32 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] addickted - 2024-02-08 22:16 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-08 22:56 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] addickted - 2024-02-09 02:26 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-09 02:41 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] addickted - 2024-02-09 04:11 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-09 15:53 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] addickted - 2024-02-10 03:09 (UTC) - Expand

cw: breeding kink

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-10 19:19 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-12 02:10 (UTC) - Expand
heave: (pic#16992814)

town

[personal profile] heave 2024-02-08 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bariyan is staring at that tail, too. The way it lashes has mesmerized him; everything about Temper does, really. He's never seen such a creature before. It had taken a few long minutes of staring to fully convince himself that he was not hallucinating.

He inhales sharply when Temper suddenly turns on him, and quickly shakes his head, laughing. ]


No! I mean-- perhaps. I'm sorry, I know I've been rude.

[ He's smiling, eyes glittering with interest. He seems neither intimidated nor sorry, and now that Temper's acknowledged him, he quickly steps forward to close the distance between them, doing a little hop-skip as his bare heel comes down on a rough pebble. Bariyan is still naked himself, and finds it pleasant that no one seems to mind.

He raises a hand, slowly, questioningly. ]


I need to be just a little more rude. Could I touch you?
heresthebeef: (Default)

Re: town

[personal profile] heresthebeef 2024-02-08 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ With the way the masses have acted towards him so far, Temper had expected fear or at the very least discomfort from his question. Instilling those feelings in others had been the goal, after all. A move to establish some feeling of control of the situation. To be met with a smile, with boldness, throws him slightly off kilter.

As Bariyan approaches him his expression is difficult to read, one eyebrow raised as he flicks an ear. ]


That depends. Where?

[ While he'd been openly salacious to start the conversation, now he's feeling guarded. Who is this guy swaggering up to him? ]
heave: (pic#16992814)

[personal profile] heave 2024-02-08 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ With the index finger of both hands, Bariyan draws a circle in the air around Temper's snout. ]

Your face, and your horns! Or your chest, your arm... the decision should be yours. I'm easy to please.

[ Bariyan does a quick circuit round Temper, openly raking his eyes all up and down the minotaur's back. It takes an enormous amount of self restraint to keep himself from tugging on that tail, too, to prevent himself from acting like a giddy child. ]

I'm Bariyan, by the way. I've been so rude. I'd offer something in return but I don't have much.... [ Bariyan laughingly gestures at his nakedness, his legs scratched up by his hike through the words. ] And if you want to see what my mouth can do I'll need to trade more than just a touch.
heresthebeef: (Default)

[personal profile] heresthebeef 2024-02-08 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Temper.

[ Exchanging of names isn't something he's much used too, either. Temper was just the name he'd earned from the other minotaur at the ranch, typically said with a voice full of disdain and sneered under their breath.

One eye is kept on the man as he's circled, uncertain and untrusting. Overt friendliness is suspicious, but he's also piqued the bull's curiosity. What is this guy's game?

Finally, he uncrosses his arms from his chest, bearing it to the other. ]


Chest, then.
heave: (pic#16994263)

[personal profile] heave 2024-02-09 01:09 am (UTC)(link)

[ Despite his insistence that Temper decide, Bariyan hesitates, continuing to look yearningly at his face. The stretch of fur between his nose and eyes looks particularly fuzzy and soft. Bariyan was desperate to give it a little scritch.

But that broad, beefy chest would've been Bariyan's second choice.

He plants both hands gently against the proffered chest, letting his fingers tease through the bristly tips of Temper's fur. Soft - softer than he would have guessed. Warm with bristling vitality. Real, and so very very alive. Bariyan leans in eagerly as he presses down, smoothing his palms down to cup the curve of both pecs, delighting in their solid, firm weight. ]

Oh... you're built very nicely. [ Bariyan glances up, chances a quick, appreciative squeeze, then softens his touch without taking his hands fully away. ] But you feel tense. Are you all right?

(no subject)

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-09 01:48 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] heave - 2024-02-09 04:08 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-09 16:13 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] heave - 2024-02-10 00:32 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] heresthebeef - 2024-02-12 02:16 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] heave - 2024-02-13 00:26 (UTC) - Expand
dynatox: (terry // 053)

town

[personal profile] dynatox 2024-02-09 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Despite his better instincts, he's been caught staring. There are enough non-humans (and very large men) here that he's managed to stop gawking like he did when he first arrived but sometimes he still gets caught in the act.

Normally he'd just apologize and move on, but given the way Temper chose to point it out: ]


Don't threaten me with a good time. [ He's practiced enough on Guilliman, at least, that it wouldn't be his first rodeo. No pun intended. ]
heresthebeef: (Default)

cw: sentient beings as food implication

[personal profile] heresthebeef 2024-02-09 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The response earns an amused snort, the bull stepping forward to close the distance between them as he gives Terry a once over. ]

… you sure you could handle my ‘good time’? Not used to mounting a human your age.

[ Respecting elders isn’t a concept he has much heed for. When breeding minotaur get to a certain age they’re sent off to the slaughterhouse. ]
dynatox: (terry // 115)

[personal profile] dynatox 2024-02-10 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
I could run circles around these youngsters.

[ And by his tone, he's not kidding. He's cocky enough to think he can get the upper hand on most of them. ]
heresthebeef: (nor'easter)

[personal profile] heresthebeef 2024-02-10 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A snort and a smile. Yeah, okay, he’s gotta admire the chutzpah. Thanks to the circumstances back home he doesn’t like to think much about aging, but when he does he tells himself he’s going to kick ass longer than any minotaur ever has, and in that he has to admire Terry. ]

That a fact?

[ Not even asking permission he’ll reach a hand out to try and tilt Terry’s chin up. Get a better look at his face. ]

(no subject)

[personal profile] dynatox - 2024-02-13 04:26 (UTC) - Expand