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✖ THE CARNIVAL
Ⅰ. THE TEMPLES
There's a subtle shift in the music you will hear drifting on the wind this month - gone is the calliope that screams just a little too loud, replaced instead by circus music that sounds cheerful and bright. The thrill rides are still undercut by rock music, but it seems less sinister. Any time you venture out, you'll find the people milling about are smiling, and none of those smiles seem like screams turned upside down.
The Caravan Temple remains - dozens of old wooden circus trailers, arranged in a circle, growing tighter together the closer to the center you walk. The trailers are functional living places, with built in beds - sometimes one, sometimes two - and a small table and an old wood burning stove with a cooking top just big enough to boil a kettle on. There’s a toilet, but if you want a shower you’ll have to go outside and find a tent set up at the outskirts of the makeshift trailer park where there are tent showers set up, locker room style.
The clearing in the middle of the parked caravan is completely empty except for a solitary midway game: a towering high striker. It must be at least twenty feet tall, surmounted by a round, red bell. A wooden mallet is leaned against a sign next to the game that reads, predictably, TEST YOUR STRENGTH.
Access to the High Temple is also available to all Travelers this month.
Ⅱ. CONCERT AND CANDY
CW: alcohol and drug use, sax music.
It wouldn't be a carnival if you didn't eat like a garbage disposal.
There's corndogs, deep fried mars bars, popcorn, donuts, funnel cakes, cheese fries, lemonade, burgers... Go on. Eat like you have a personal vendetta against your gastrointestinal tract. And of course you ought to help yourself to some cotton candy, because what's a fair without cotton candy?
There's pink and there's blue. Whichever colour you choose, you'll find that you start to feel a little funny after you eat it.
The pink cotton candy will fill you with a sense of pleasant euphoria. You'll find it easier to talk to people, and you'll find them just so much more pleasant than usual. You'll be empathetic, and just filled with love for life. You might even want to hug people, even if you're not usually the touchy feely type. You just feel so good.
The blue cotton candy will also make you feel good, but it's more mellow than the pink - you don't want to run around hugging people so much as you want to just chill out somewhere. You'll feel very relaxed, very open to talking to others about deep subjects like whether or not Kubrick really did fake the moon landing, man. Everything seems just a little more amusing, a little easier to handle.
To make things even better, there are outdoor concerts at night. No matter what band is on stage, you find yourself really enjoying it, even if the music isn’t usually your thing. There are kegs of beer set up around the edges of the concert area and you’re free to help yourself.
All that cotton candy and cheap beer might impair your judgement a little. Maybe... enough to get a tattoo? Calm down, they’re temporary. There’s a stand called Pirate Pete’s on the midway not far from the concert where a guy dressed as a pirate - Pete, presumably - will be happy to draw whatever you want on your choice of body part.
Whatever you wind up getting, you’ll find that whenever you or someone else touches it you’ll experience a vision of a memory associated with the imagery of your tattoo. So if you get a snarling wolf, you might experience a memory of a time you treated someone savagely. If you get ‘Mom’ in a heart, maybe you and whoever else happens to brush against it will see a memory of your dear old mother. Gosh, this could get revealing or embarrassing fast!
Fucking Pete.
Ⅲ. TUNNEL OF LOVE
CW: potentially sexual content
Maybe it's the cotton candy, or maybe you're just really captivated by the swan boats, but you find yourself drawn to one of the cheesiest rides in the place: the Tunnel of Love.
You can't ride alone, of course - this is the sort of thing meant for two! The guy running the ride ushers one of your fellow travelers on with you, then wolf-whistles, imitates a cat noise and a bed squeaking, then purrs, pants, barks, howls, twiddle his lips and says. “Hubba hubba!”
He ignores you when you glare at him.
The inside of the tunnel is surprisingly pleasant - it does not, as a matter of fact, smell of stale water or unmentionable bodily fluids. The water you're floating on is crisp and clear, like a real spring, and alongside either side of it are miniature rolling hills of what looks like real grass. The lights are low and pinkish, casting a soft glow over everything.
And they're playing one of your favourite songs on the speakers! Whatever that may be.
As you ride along, you'll start to think that your companion is just incredibly witty and intelligent and good looking. These feelings may be sexual or romantic, or they may be perfectly platonic - the result either way is that you really, really think this person is just the absolute greatest. You might find yourself telling them things you never would normally. Or doing things you might not otherwise…
Of course, the second you're off the ride you might find all of those fuzzy feelings depart. Better hope you didn't do anything TOO embarrassing.
Ⅳ. HAUNTED HOUSE
CW: violence, blood
You might be on carnival island, but it’s still October. It’s time to get spooky! And what better way to do that than to take a ride through the haunted house?
A bearded fellow in half-assed clown makeup and an Uncle Sam costume loads you onto a small rail car with at least one other person. It rolls forward along the bumpy tracks into darkness. Not that it stays totally dark for long - sickly lights illuminate animatronics and mannequins posed alongside the track. There are foam cemeteries and giant rubber spiders galore.
As you move further and further into the attraction the better the decorations get. Those rubber spiders now look awfully real, and that bat that just dive bombed the car sure seemed legit.
Suddenly the car jerks to a halt. You peer around in the gloom, and then lights go up.
One bathes a coffin in red. Another illuminates a gravestone in green. The last is a facsimile of the moon itself, pale and silver.
Before you can do more than wonder what the heck is going on, one of these attractions splits open and a monster leaps toward you. A vampire, a ghost, or a werewolf respectively. If you’re quick you can get out of the way and run for the exit.
If you’re not?
The vampire’s teeth sink into your veins. The ghost’s cold hand wraps around your heart. The werewolf’s claws tear your flesh.
You’re lucky in that it doesn’t kill you; somehow you manage to get away and stumble outside, where you swiftly discover that the rest of your month is going to be pretty goddamn strange as you transform right then and there into whatever monster attacked you.
That’s right, for the month of October you may have to figure out a way to deal with cravings for flesh and blood, or how to get anything done when objects just fall right through your glowing hands.
You may be understandably upset about this. If you return to the Haunted House and accost the guy running it, he’ll tell you that the only way to break the curse is to admit to why you see yourself as that monstrous archetype. Now piss off, he ain’t got time for your jackassy questions.
The kind of jams that last all night.
There's a subtle shift in the music you will hear drifting on the wind this month - gone is the calliope that screams just a little too loud, replaced instead by circus music that sounds cheerful and bright. The thrill rides are still undercut by rock music, but it seems less sinister. Any time you venture out, you'll find the people milling about are smiling, and none of those smiles seem like screams turned upside down.
The Caravan Temple remains - dozens of old wooden circus trailers, arranged in a circle, growing tighter together the closer to the center you walk. The trailers are functional living places, with built in beds - sometimes one, sometimes two - and a small table and an old wood burning stove with a cooking top just big enough to boil a kettle on. There’s a toilet, but if you want a shower you’ll have to go outside and find a tent set up at the outskirts of the makeshift trailer park where there are tent showers set up, locker room style.
The clearing in the middle of the parked caravan is completely empty except for a solitary midway game: a towering high striker. It must be at least twenty feet tall, surmounted by a round, red bell. A wooden mallet is leaned against a sign next to the game that reads, predictably, TEST YOUR STRENGTH.
Access to the High Temple is also available to all Travelers this month.
Notes:
1. Please remember to mark threads appropriately with Content Warnings when necessary.
2. These prompts are a jumping off point - how they affect your character and their development is up to you.
3. Your character will revert to their true age if they were affected by the carousel last month.
4. The Test your Strength game can be played by anyone. How well your character does is entirely up to you, but the game does not necessarily measure physical strength.
5. These residents of the island are normal humans. Killing them is possible and will affect the colour grading of your Scrywatch depending on the situation.
6. Have fun!
Ⅱ. CONCERT AND CANDY
CW: alcohol and drug use, sax music.
It wouldn't be a carnival if you didn't eat like a garbage disposal.
There's corndogs, deep fried mars bars, popcorn, donuts, funnel cakes, cheese fries, lemonade, burgers... Go on. Eat like you have a personal vendetta against your gastrointestinal tract. And of course you ought to help yourself to some cotton candy, because what's a fair without cotton candy?
There's pink and there's blue. Whichever colour you choose, you'll find that you start to feel a little funny after you eat it.
The pink cotton candy will fill you with a sense of pleasant euphoria. You'll find it easier to talk to people, and you'll find them just so much more pleasant than usual. You'll be empathetic, and just filled with love for life. You might even want to hug people, even if you're not usually the touchy feely type. You just feel so good.
The blue cotton candy will also make you feel good, but it's more mellow than the pink - you don't want to run around hugging people so much as you want to just chill out somewhere. You'll feel very relaxed, very open to talking to others about deep subjects like whether or not Kubrick really did fake the moon landing, man. Everything seems just a little more amusing, a little easier to handle.
To make things even better, there are outdoor concerts at night. No matter what band is on stage, you find yourself really enjoying it, even if the music isn’t usually your thing. There are kegs of beer set up around the edges of the concert area and you’re free to help yourself.All that cotton candy and cheap beer might impair your judgement a little. Maybe... enough to get a tattoo? Calm down, they’re temporary. There’s a stand called Pirate Pete’s on the midway not far from the concert where a guy dressed as a pirate - Pete, presumably - will be happy to draw whatever you want on your choice of body part.
Whatever you wind up getting, you’ll find that whenever you or someone else touches it you’ll experience a vision of a memory associated with the imagery of your tattoo. So if you get a snarling wolf, you might experience a memory of a time you treated someone savagely. If you get ‘Mom’ in a heart, maybe you and whoever else happens to brush against it will see a memory of your dear old mother. Gosh, this could get revealing or embarrassing fast!
Fucking Pete.
Notes:
1. Any food found on the midway is consumable by non-human entities. The cotton candy will likewise affect anyone who is not human.
2. I still believe.
3. The memory can be one that your character has repressed or forgotten.
Ⅲ. TUNNEL OF LOVE
CW: potentially sexual content
Maybe it's the cotton candy, or maybe you're just really captivated by the swan boats, but you find yourself drawn to one of the cheesiest rides in the place: the Tunnel of Love.
You can't ride alone, of course - this is the sort of thing meant for two! The guy running the ride ushers one of your fellow travelers on with you, then wolf-whistles, imitates a cat noise and a bed squeaking, then purrs, pants, barks, howls, twiddle his lips and says. “Hubba hubba!”He ignores you when you glare at him.
The inside of the tunnel is surprisingly pleasant - it does not, as a matter of fact, smell of stale water or unmentionable bodily fluids. The water you're floating on is crisp and clear, like a real spring, and alongside either side of it are miniature rolling hills of what looks like real grass. The lights are low and pinkish, casting a soft glow over everything.
And they're playing one of your favourite songs on the speakers! Whatever that may be.
As you ride along, you'll start to think that your companion is just incredibly witty and intelligent and good looking. These feelings may be sexual or romantic, or they may be perfectly platonic - the result either way is that you really, really think this person is just the absolute greatest. You might find yourself telling them things you never would normally. Or doing things you might not otherwise…
Of course, the second you're off the ride you might find all of those fuzzy feelings depart. Better hope you didn't do anything TOO embarrassing.
Notes:
1. Only for characters of age havin the intercourse, please.
2. If your characters want to get naughty, they may discover that these swan boats have a little glove box containing condoms, lube and the like. You could also just fill the former up with water and throw them at that guy running the ride when it's over.
Ⅳ. HAUNTED HOUSE
CW: violence, blood
You might be on carnival island, but it’s still October. It’s time to get spooky! And what better way to do that than to take a ride through the haunted house?
A bearded fellow in half-assed clown makeup and an Uncle Sam costume loads you onto a small rail car with at least one other person. It rolls forward along the bumpy tracks into darkness. Not that it stays totally dark for long - sickly lights illuminate animatronics and mannequins posed alongside the track. There are foam cemeteries and giant rubber spiders galore.
As you move further and further into the attraction the better the decorations get. Those rubber spiders now look awfully real, and that bat that just dive bombed the car sure seemed legit.
Suddenly the car jerks to a halt. You peer around in the gloom, and then lights go up.
One bathes a coffin in red. Another illuminates a gravestone in green. The last is a facsimile of the moon itself, pale and silver.
Before you can do more than wonder what the heck is going on, one of these attractions splits open and a monster leaps toward you. A vampire, a ghost, or a werewolf respectively. If you’re quick you can get out of the way and run for the exit.
If you’re not?
The vampire’s teeth sink into your veins. The ghost’s cold hand wraps around your heart. The werewolf’s claws tear your flesh.
You’re lucky in that it doesn’t kill you; somehow you manage to get away and stumble outside, where you swiftly discover that the rest of your month is going to be pretty goddamn strange as you transform right then and there into whatever monster attacked you.That’s right, for the month of October you may have to figure out a way to deal with cravings for flesh and blood, or how to get anything done when objects just fall right through your glowing hands.
You may be understandably upset about this. If you return to the Haunted House and accost the guy running it, he’ll tell you that the only way to break the curse is to admit to why you see yourself as that monstrous archetype. Now piss off, he ain’t got time for your jackassy questions.
Notes:
1. To return to their natural state, your character must reveal a personality trait or incident that would correspond to the monster they’ve turned into. For example, a person turned vampire might talk about how they feel they drain other people’s energy with their problems, or that they feel drained by other people’s. A ghost might not be able to let go of the past, and a werewolf might have anger issues. Interpret as you will!
2. The monsters can abide by any monster rules that you like. Is your vampire a Twilight vampire or a Dracula? It’s up to you!
3. The horror ride guy is weirdly impervious to harm.
4. All characters will return to normal at the end of October.
Roxy Spaulding|Gen13|OTA
(M/F for shippy stuff, OTA for platonic)
Okay so it's totally cheesy and dumb and sappy but as a natural romantic Roxy has wanted to ride the Tunnel of Love since she got here, especially since this Tunnel of Love actually looks nice. It doesn't smell like jizz and the water actually looks clean so she bounces into line excitedly. Of course she'd prefer to go on it with someone cute but hey at this point she's just happy to have the company.
"Which side of the swan boat do you want?" She asks, throwing you a grin.
Ⅳ. HAUNTED HOUSE
(CW: death, panic attack, anxiety)
It started out dumb and fun, like most haunted houses.
The cart is small and as it jostles forward Roxy laughs and points out that some of the rubber bats still have their price tags on them, the whole thing is reminiscent of a dollar store mixed with someone's haunted garage but that's okay, she's having fun.
Until she sees the gravestone.
Bathed in eerie green light she suddenly feels weirdly nervous looking at it and leans a little closer to her fellow traveler, almost shying away from it. "Omg a styrofoam graveyard. Soooo scary." She quips, her voice sounding much less bold and sarcastic as usual. It sounds almost scared. "You think they would-"
She's interrupted when something brushes past her face, unseen, but she reacts as if someone physically just touched her. Twisting around in the little cart. "What the fuck was that?" She demands, her eyes looking around wildly.
"Did you just feel that?"
She looks to her left and that's when she sees it, a shimmering white figure that is slowly approaching the now stalled cart. It doesn't walk as its feet are barely there, the whole thing is intangible and hurts her head to look at as it seems to shimmer in and out of focus. And yet she can't look away.
"...holy shit." She whispers and then suddenly the ghost leaps forward with uncanny speed, it's hand plunging through her chest and wrapping tightly around her heart.
When it squeezes she sees an awful white light, bathing her entire body and somewhere she can hear herself screaming.
Because she can feel death.
Dying.
And it is cold.
I mean #3 was more than a little foreshadowed. In that it was blatantly said out loud. XD
(Did you really just start talking about roleplay outside the Tunnel of Love?)
"Oh yeah oops, got those euphemisms up in here."
Well, he isn't exactly cute. Like, at all. But he'd won her a big old Jigglypuff prize and made her laugh? That had to count for something. Also, he was the one being ushered into the boat with her so it looked like this was happening either way.
"Oh you know, either side is the right side if you know what I mean."
"HUBBA HUBBA!" The ride operator belts out.
"Indeed, my man, indeed." And he gives the guy a high five. Hey, he was enjoying his job and a hundred times better than the carousel guy that he'd had to gruesomely murder. Let him have his fun, right?
"But seriously, I'll take whichever side. And you can also take the side I take." The vibes of the ride were already hitting him. Or maybe it was just the vibes carrying over from the fun they'd had after his horrifying carousel experience that she'd rescued him from.
hahaha yaaaay!
"C'mere and sit next to me, handsome." She says, "This looks shockingly nice. I dunno about you but I was expecting condoms floating in the water and crusty seats."
The swan starts forward with a little jerk but then slides easily into the tunnel, another innuendo just by design and Roxy smiles to herself and looks around, enjoying the soft pink lighting. It's actually pretty soothing compared to all the bright neon colors and bare bulbs around the rest of the carnival.
I literally found this just as your reply in the other thread came in! Amazing timing!
"Hey now, this is just the outside. I bet it gets messier inside."
The boat slides into the tunnel and it seems the shadows and low lighting caresses her features in ways that are extremely pleasant. She really was quite lovely.
(oOooooh...old timey ways of thinking romantic thoughts! Quite lovely!!)
"How the hell did your exes not appreciate you enough?" Wait, was he running his fingers down along her jaw as he checks her out pretty blatantly? When did that happen? He'd tried to push her away before, but suddenly he was wondering how he could have been so dumb. The woman virtually glowed with inner and outer beauty. Anyone she got this close with should be in awe of how lucky they were...
He shook his head, trying to clear it. Whoa. The feelings got pretty heavy pretty quick in here. And...shaking his head only made it feel more fuzzy as the tunnel acted on him, accentuating already existing feelings that he'd shoved away as hard as he could to protect her from, well, everything that was Deadpool.
"Wow, gotta be careful or these seats will get crusty." He looked around at the decorations in the tunnel. "More magic?"
Ha! That's hilarious XD
Once the boat is in motion she's caught up in looking at the nice lights so when she feels his fingers running along her jaw she looks at him, blinking her large eyes at him as a blush creeps across her cheeks.
"I dunno, but it's what happens. I find guys who want to change me, hurt me, use me. Never just love me." She says, smiling a little sadly.
She glances away from him, still blushing, at the decorations which all seem to be real and not crappy cardboard cut outs.
"Must be more magic, that looks like real grass and not astroturf."
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And in that moment, he honestly believed it. Sure, he hadn't known her long enough to say that with as much force as he was saying it now, but something about the moment made him feel it very strongly. Of course, she'd only shown him kindness and a level of caring for the welfare of a stranger that few matched.
"Real, huh?" He looks to where she's looking, and sure enough, they seem to be passing through meadows full of flowers and sunlight. For all the world, it looks like something out of a romance novel.
"Damn. I wonder what'd happen if we just hopped out and wandered into that field. You think we'd get jumped by any killer clowns?"
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They're words she's heard before but for some reason they hit deeper this time and she finds that she can't really speak for a few moments, she looks up at Wade as he checks out the flowers and she finds herself looking at how the fabric of his mask and outfit clings to each curve and line of his body. He's in amazing shape and part of her wonders if it's only enhanced by his healing powers, like if it helps get rid of all the fat and turn it to muscle.
Her eyes begin to drift further down his body and only when he asks if she thinks they would get attacked by killer clowns does she look back up suddenly, her cheeks going red. Suddenly positive that he just caught her checking him out.
"Huhn? Sorry what?"
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"You blush easily, you know that?" He smiles through his mask at her. Then on a crazy impulse, he leans in and kisses each cheek, right in the center of each blush, through his mask. It's an urge that was impossible to ignore, and because Deadpool has zero impulse control, there isn't even a question of if he'd resist it. "It's really pretty. And yes, the muscles are real. Probably the second best part of regenerating. Peak physical condition, yadda yadda. Because muscles grow due to pushing them and making them hurt, and then the healing factor heals them up quick and doesn't let them shrink back to weaker again, lather rinse repeat."
Did he cheat and read her narration? Well, duh. But also, it was just fun to brag about in general. He probably would have said it even if she hadn't been wondering. For some reason, he feels the strong urge to show off to her.
"They're just, uh, more textured than usual because of my horrific skin condition." He looks back out at the fields. "Annnnyways, sorry, I was just wondering aloud about breaking the rules of the tunnel and seeing what happens. I like breaking the rules." His eyes light up. "Could you imagine if we just went out there and started fucking like bunnies? All the other boats that pass us, how would it affect them to see two people just going the fuck at it while the magic here is encouraging them to do the same? Man, this would become a smut tunnel so fast..."
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"Peak physical condition hrm...?" She says softly, one of her eyebrows arching up. That eyebrow goes up further when he mentions his idea of fucking on the grass and she tilts her head up to look at him, smiling slyly.
"So that's what gets you off hrmm? Breaking rules?"
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At her sly question, he laughs. "Oh, lots of stuff gets me off, Foxy Roxy. But yeah, breaking rules is one of those things." His voice goes a little more serious as he adds, almost despite himself, "Someone caring enough to help me out when I need it most also gets me off." Then his eyes glint with mischief again. "Do you know how much I masturbated when I got back to my place last time? So much. I bet the little guardian janitors hate me now."
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"Mmmmm no, I had no idea but I appreciate you telling me now. It's flattering in a way to know I have such an effect on you." She says as she runs one of her hands down his back, her nails teasing his spine.
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"Oh yeah, you have an effect," he breathes, "I was picturing you the whole time. We were on the Jigglypuff. You called it the Jizzypuff." He pauses. "My fantasies are oddly specific."
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"Jizzypuff." She says with a low laugh, "That's a pretty fun idea. I bet doing things on it would feel like being in a bouncey castle..."
She nuzzles her head into the crook of his neck, her own voice dropping a bit to a husky tone.
"....what else did you picture?"
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As she nuzzles into the crook of his neck, he finds his breathing becoming heavier, and he can't help shifting a bit in her lap as parts of him react to her husky tone and the feel of her breath and words right up against his neck.
"I...I pictured treating you right. I pictured your expression as you felt for the first time what that kinda respect feels like. I tried to imagine that rebel yell. I tried to guess what parts of you were the most sensitive. You look really hot without clothes in my head, by the way."
Well, that certainly got real serious, real quick. No joking about it, suddenly she's cut through all of his insanity and underneath it all he's suddenly a romantic. His hand travels up her back and his fingers curl in her hair as she continues to nuzzle his neck, as though encouraging her to stay there, to keep doing that.
((ooc: I know this is going more and more towards needing a smutty tag! Just let me know if there's a limit to how far you want to go before fading to black, or IF you want to fade to black, or if you want to go full bore into all the fun explicit stuff if they go that far. I'm cool with whatever you like!))
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The feeling of his hands moving up into her hair sends a pleasant shiver down her spine and she inhales sharply, "I....uh wow. I wasn't expecting an answer like that." She admits softly, and then nuzzles closer, nipping at his neck gently through the fabric.
"But I like it.....a lot."
((ooc: I was just about to ask you the saaaaame question. I am cool with either, is there a specific way that you usually handle smut with Deadpool?))
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And it's true. Deadpool was wild. Insane. Psychotic. Entirely too much. An asshole, sometimes. He pushed all the buttons and danced over all the boundaries. It was rare that doing so landed him in a position like this, though. Usually, he was safe from any intimacy because that was the last thing anybody thought about with him.
But Roxy...there was something about her, especially here, in this moment. Maybe he felt a connection to her for how she dealt with him as Wade. Or perhaps he was just enamored of the fact that she continued to want to be around him. That had to change at some point, but for now it was nice.
He gasps a little as she nips at his neck, and his fingertips clench a little and he draws his nails lightly along her scalp. "I bet you just made a face I imagined against my neck. You did, didn't you??"
((ooc: Oh man, I have done everything from fade to black all the way up to long form purple prose! But as to that question...omg, that's like a character question meme lol. So here's more answer than you bargained for! When he goes to smut, it's usually either kinda wild and extremely energetic if with another crazyperson (Not as common, as there aren't as many other crazypeople that he boinks...but you know) ooorrrr if anyone gets that close, I kind of think of it like they get past the crazy veneer and it's he's uncharacteristically serious. Like, he takes the romantic scenes seriously. Think like how he is with Vanessa in the movies, or like I imagine they are in her non-dead moments when he is more Deadpool in the second movie. I'd say Roxy falls into the latter camp pretty hard - she started out seeing behind the scenes with Wade, and he feels a need to treat her right because she was good to him. So basically, it wouldn't be zany smut because that'd just be weird, and also because between her actual treatment of him and that brief but potent history and the tunnel...she's peeking behind the crazy? Annnyways, I'm down for whatever if you want the shipping to progress apace! And I do think you get some good character relationship development on first times. But holy shit, I think she's friends with Kyle, right? He will puke in a bush for days if she tells him she went at it with Deadpool in a tunnel of love. XD))
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Her eyes slip shut as his nails draw across her scalp and she sighs softly. Brushing her lips against his neck as she speaks.
"Mmmmm. I did."
((ooc: Dude I love lengthy answers! I appreciate character info so thank you :) It totally makes sense to me that Roxy would fall into the more serious Vanessa type camp of intimacy since she saw him at such a fragile and low part of his past, which is so sweet and cute so hell yeah I'm totally down to let the shipping commence!
As for smut levels let's go with a fun amount and if either of us gets too busy/bored or we don't feel like finishing (Hur hurrrr) then we can fade to black.
Also yes, she's totally friends with Kyle and she will totally tell him all about this. So get ready to vomit Kyle!))
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The interesting thing here was the word "when". It seemed that he was committing to this definitely going places. Interestingly, there seemed to be no end in sight to the tunnel. Because of course not. The tunnel was magical, just like everything else, but not in an awful way. Was the lesson here to crash through any barriers that would normally get in the way of this kind of behavior?
But Wade wasn't thinking of any of that. Instead, he's thinking of how to shift position to go further. He enjoys her being in his neck, but now stronger urges are racing through his system as he feels her lips at his neck again. So he does shift a little until he's basically straddling her, and his gaze as he looks down into her eyes is heated.
Then he does it. The thing that will cascade into so much more, as if opening the floodgates. He peels his mask up and leans down and kisses her full on the mouth, slow and tender at first, exploring, making sure it's okay and letting her explore a little too, and then deeper if she seems to be into it.
((ooc: That all sounds good to me!! As you can tell, I can get a little slow in the middle of the week as work heats up, but I'm usually better Fri-Sun. And smut is super fun! But can def extend into infinity, so always feel free to suggest a fade to black if you want it.
Kyle vomit is the BEST vomit. Wait...that may have come out weird...hmm...))
cw: oooh things be getting spicy
She looks up at him with those wide violet eyes, her mouth opening to ask him a question but then his lips are suddenly on hers. They're a bit textured sure but surprisingly tender and she exhales a soft moan before kissing him back firmly, her hands coming up to lock behind the back of his neck as she opens her mouth and slides her tongue against his.
((ooc: No worries, I tag back frequently but that's only because my job is literally me sitting on a computer all day with large sections where I'm waiting for work to come in.
Hahaha poor Kyle XD))
cw: From here forward there be the potential for graphic sexytimes content!
Time ceases to matter as they kiss, and he's unsure of how long they explore one another's mouths. All he knows is that first his hands are cupping her face, and then they are moving down along her sides, exploring her curves. It's an amazing process, getting to explore her body, and he pays attention to anywhere his fingertips draw out any positive reactions.
Then he's kissing along her jawline and down her neck, pausing to nibble there as his deft fingers work any buttons below. But in between nibbles, he asks, "You were about to say something before I rudely took your breath away? You're not getting that back for a while, by the way. It's mine now."
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She utters a small breathless gasp when he finally breaks from their kiss, tilting her head back to allow him more access to her neck.
"I..." She starts to say and then has to pause as he nibbles at her skin, "I was going to ask if you'd be comfortable taking off your mask."
"I'd like to be able to see your eyes."
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Also, she still had yet to see the batshit insane. This would reinforce her ideas of him as more stable than he really was. That bothered him a bit, but in here...he just wanted to be with her. Really be with her. No masks, no hiding.
"Okay," he says, nodding. "Do you want to take it off for me? Kinda fitting that the first piece of clothing to be removed is the mask."
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He seems to be battling with an answer but in the end she smiles when he agrees, because it is important for her to be able to look him in the eye if they're really going to go as far as she hopes they are.
"Sure." She says and leans forward, kissing him softly as she reaches up to ease the mask off his face. She can feel the texture of his scars everywhere as she slides it off and when she finally pulls back a little she makes sure to look in his eyes first. They're the same as when she first found him by the carousel and her smile grows, they're beautiful eyes.
Pulling back more she looks at his face which is damaged and scarred but not the scariest thing she's ever seen. Most of her adult life has been spent fighting bizarre and sometimes hideous genetic freaks so she's got a pretty high tolerance for body horror, the thing she notices right away is that he looks so much more vulnerable than she thought he would. Scars are usually promoted as a rough and tough kind of thing but on him they have the opposite effect.
"That's better." She says softly and touches his cheek with her hand, smiling at him.
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Now he gazes down at her, meeting her violet eyes, and he smiles a little. "Is it? I hope so. Well, I guess it's my turn."
And, if she's amenable to it, he starts to remove her shirt. He's gentle, but makes sure it doesn't take too much time as he tosses it to a little spot in the boat. If she allows him to keep going, the bra will be next.
"What do you want most, to happen first?" His eyes find hers again. "I'd like to taste you. If all of your previous bad lays have focused on themselves most, I want to start with focusing only on you."
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She blushes faintly and momentarily crosses her arms across her chest. "I...urm. I dunno, I don't think anyone has ever asked me that before."
"Does that make me sound dumb? Or awful?"
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