WickedCadrach

Slovenly boyfriend

sexual healing

Guilty. I actually did go off and write my books and tried to give it a go, but I needed to pay the bills and eventually splitting the difference just became editing and ghostwriting with no time to work on my own stuff anymore. I'm trying to fix that, and I'm working on something now that I want to push in my own name, but... *sigh* we'll see. The next person also gets sad when it rains.

Not Guilty. The closest I've come to a proper ballroom dance was a role in Pygmalion. The next person has gone line dancing.

Emily felt the moment of resistance in her commander, the tautness in Magda's limbs as her forearms paused over her head. Tangled in the twisted cloth, Emily and Magda's arms wear like two locked blades for a moment that lasted less than a heartbeat. But as their lips slipped together, warmth and the soft sound of close breath, the older woman's muscles relaxed, her wrists sliding back as her hips sought the friction of Emily's leg beneath her torn jeans. A small gasp broke from Emily's lips as her head pulled back reflexively, the sound sinking into a quiet moan as the phantom-soft contact of Magda's dark nipples glided over the pink hardness of Emily's own. And as her captain's promise to 'be good' landed in her ears, Emily's desire flared in a sudden need to make her prove the words. It was an almost predatory hunger, like something more from the feral mind of her BioFrame than her own human wetware—an urge in her hands and mouth to consume the lovely, dark-eyed woman whole. One hand holding Magda's arms behind her head, Emily's other hand traced up the other woman's ribs. She felt the muscle and small folds in the skin from where she curled in her chair, both of them still rocking into the other's hips and thighs in a steady, grinding roll. She felt the tremor of the sensitive skin, a ticklish reflex that rose as her thumb followed the rib below Magda's breast and flowed up to cup that beautiful softness, teasing up the hard peak between thumb and forefinger as she gave a crooked smirk that belied the fire in her eyes. Bringing her face forward again, Emily inhaled the warmth of Magda's skin, the smell of her, the bitter alkaline scent of the soap from her recent shower. She wouldn't have been able to say why she did it. It may have come from that same feral place in her brain that seemed to have taken control, simple animal instinct. Or it might have been that part of her that remembered what it felt like not to care about scents or warmth or touch... a part that still felt like it was making up for lost time. Either way, the smell of the other woman and the feeling of her breath against Emily's face drew one more reflexive movement out of the pilot. Her tongue slipped from her open mouth, and raising her chin with the motion, Emily licked across Magda's cheek, a short line no longer than the knuckle of her thumb but with a pressure that made it clear it was no accident. Letting go, Emily tilted her head, stepping back until her ass reached the edge of her commander's desk. Her head was tilted, her pony-tail draped over her shoulder and covering one firm breast, and the last point of contact between them was one tracing finger lingering on Magda's peaking nipple before Emily's hands fell and came together on her belt buckle. Over the clink of the small metal pin and the shuffle of denim, Emily thought of Magda's promise and replied in a soft, firm voice of challenge, "Show me." Her jeans fell away, pooling around her ankles and revealing a pair of beige, boy-cut panties—darkened where they'd been pressed to Magda a moment before—and the chrome of Emily's cybernetic left leg, full-metal from just above the knee-joint to where it disappeared into the loose boots beneath her fallen garment.

Guilty. I've watched Avatar: The Last Airbender maybe a half-a-dozen times all the way through, and it is a perfect series (except that Zuko and Katara are obviously meant to be together *grumble grumble*). The next poster regularly writes notes or draws directly on their skin.

Pull the box out from under my bed and offer a plug to complete the circle (I can leave the toy box in the middle for anyone else; it's all clean)

Guilty-ish. Once upon a time, my older brother sneakily gave me a CD he'd burned. It was basically my first time exploring into music that wasn't screened by my parents to make sure it was 'glorifying to God'. I found out eventually that it was basically Metallica's black album and Bad Religion's The Empire Strikes First with a few other songs filling it out. The original CD is too worn to play, I've cleaned it several times, but it's just overplayed on a cheap disc. But I still have it as it's own 'album' on my computer and I play from it sometimes when I'm in my feelings about things. I haven't played it all the way through in a long time because when I used to cut, part of the ritual of it was playing The Unforgiven (Metallica) on loop, and it still puts me in a fucked up headspace if I let it play. The next poster has a movie that they've watched no less than twenty times.

Drop a pillow so you have somewhere comfy to kneel while I gently play with your plug. I'd probably grab some baby carrots too, so I can munch on something while everyone's enjoying pizza and watching the chaos unfold.

Not Guilty. I was high last night, and I will likely be so again tonight. The next person finds it impossible to trust someone once they've broken a promise.

Nightly visit

Guilty. But I rarely needed a reason like that. I had a stretch where I would drop whatever I was doing whenever a good rain came, just so that I could go walk, dance, sing in it. It's extremely freeing to be out when no one else wants to. It's kind of like having the entire world to yourself. And coming in after getting soaked to the bone, washing and wrapping up in something cozy with a hot cup of tea... It's the best. ❤ The next person has lain in the snow and let it pile up on them.

Loving person

Not Guilty. Deep water freaks me out, and I've had to see too many ambulances on beaches. I love being on boats or in the shallows; just don't expect me to get out there. Riptides are real, y'all. The next person has been on fire (even just a little bit).

Guilty. Prog and symphonic are still the pillars of my little metal heart, but black metal is very much welcome. The next person enjoys the dulcet tones of a banjo.

Sweat covered

*pauses music and swivels her chair to face the door* Hey... You look like you might need a break. Is everything ok?

A hornet-looking, living motorcycle that can readjust itself into a suit sounds pretty awesome. I see what you're thinking with the stinger and using that to affect the much larger BioFrames that typically make up the fights.

GM-less revolution! We have nothing to lose but our chains! I'm up for giving it a chance. If we want to give RtS a chance to see like @DreamsnThings says, I'd maybe say, if we don't hear by the start of July, then we're good to go ahead? Would it feel weird for you if the rest of us ran the setting and NPCs while you continued just running your own character? I get that you didn't sign up to GM, and if it's not something you'd be excited for, I wouldn't want to push it on you. But this feels preferable to letting the story die if we don't hear back from RtS.

Guilty. About the only memorable one was at a warehouse show. The band was mid-performance and the singer was doing that 'kneel down and get really close to the people in the front' type of thing. He stopped right in front of me, dropped onto his back with his head hanging off the stage, and between verse and chorus pulled me in for a 'Spider-Man' kiss. It happened fast, but I was definitely feeling it. The next person has stolen someone's gum during a kiss.

Delicious! ❤

I think the idea of a 'tiny' BioFrame that can swap between being a mount and a 'living suit' sort of armor is a cool idea. Also, having someone who was fully in the Hive military escaping and crossing to the LU side is pretty cool. We kind of have the Hive as this empire that's been in power a very long time now, but I could definitely see your medic on a team developing the 'next gen' of e-blocker drugs and cyber. Perhaps they had special privilege due to their position and so they were on a lower dose or not on e-blockers at all to do their work, making them more susceptible to empathizing with the LU and planning their escape? Or maybe the LU sent agents to infiltrate and one of them ID'd you as a likely candidate to pull to the LU side? Also, on the potential relationship to Emily... Yes, please. I... um... would in fact like to try the experimental sex toys and drugs. I mean, they sound pretty wild, maybe I should be in restraints, tied down while we try out a few... doctor~ (Sorry, but that idea sent me places, )

I don't feel that way. Real life happens, and you let us know that you didn't have the time and bandwidth for it. We knew you'd be back once you did. ❤ I might be overreacting (I've been known to do that), but I'd feel better if we had some word from RtS what was going on.

Might be dead... @roll to seduce hasn't been on all month. Which is a shame. I was having a lot of fun with this one.

So the quick and dirty rundown is were are the Liberation Union (LU) team stationed in the mountains. We have a flying carrier that can pack up our base and the few BioFrames we have and move it around. We're there because the Hive has established a new coastal outpost. After spying it out, we discovered the place was set up as a propaganda piece. The Hive are going to destroy their own people and blame the LU and wild Kaiju monsters because (presumably) it will keep their other citizens afraid, compliant, and in line. We stopped the outpost from being destroyed once already. Now our next plan is to sneak in, start lowering the emotion-blocker (e-blocker) drugs in the outpost's food supply, then come in afterwards and take control. We plan to hold the outpost, repel kaiju and Hive soldiers, and hold it for three months while the civilians detox from e-blockers and hopefully join the LU side against the Hive. More specifically, everyone is back at base after saving the outpost from the initial attack and the commanding officer, Captain Magda Payarkoon, and my pilot, Emily "Patches" Kehrer are blowing off steam in Magda's office. --- For backstory, I might recommend deciding the broad strokes like: Were you born and raised in the LU (like Magda) or were you raised in the Hive and joined after being rescued (like Emily)? Is this LU strike team your first group or were you transferred from another platoon? Your medic probably sees Emily all the time because Emily has taken so much trauma that her body is largely cybernetic and she constantly needs adjustments for chronic pain, infection, cyber-graft rejection, and other medical problems that have cut her life-expectancy in half—what do you think their relationship is like?