TDM #1

[labyrinmods]

Arrival / Enchanted Garden

Whether it be sleep or death, you feel your eyes close, and as your body begins to let go, you see a barn owl that is flying through the darkness, soon sweeping you across the clouded sky. You feel yourself mouth the words, “I wish, I wish..” and utter your deepest and darkest desire.

When you regain consciousness, you’ll find you are in an unfamiliar place with no recognition of how you arrived here. You have the clothes on your back, but nothing else. No weapons and if you had a particular superpower, you’ll notice it is missing. All you have is a satchel with a piece of bread, a vial of water and a potion. The potion could be red, blue or golden. There are no instructions about these potions other than two words: Drink Me.

Will you drink it or not?

There is a parchment, handwritten, and it simply gives you a welcoming:

“Welcome to my Labyrinth. Per our agreement, you have consented to live your life here for an undetermined amount of time. In exchange, I will grant you the wish that you desire the most.”

You’re in a garden, surrounded by flowers and plants– most of which you cannot identify. However, there are a few that you can make out: poinsettias and mistletoe. You’ll soon find out that being around the poinsettias give you an odd sense of joy no matter how confusing the situation may seem and the mistletoe, which is left over from the holiday season, gives you the desire to kiss or hold hands with the nearest person to you. It looks like there are plenty of others who are just now waking up from their dream-state as well.. why not go ahead and say hello?

Somnius / Snow Angels

With the influx of new life, the humble town a barkeep tells you is called Somnius seems to come alive as well, with new faces to join that of the resident fairies, goblins and other townfolk. There’s bustling energy to the land that the townfolk will tell you wasn’t quite there before, and some suspect that the presence of the new arrivals might be powering the world around them in some way - but that’s a question to be answered on another day. The quaint town of Somnius needs a little bit of care, that rustic feel to the mushroom houses, old shops and weathered castles too evident at first glance, but it’s not a bad place to live, as the locals will tell you. It almost seems like everything will be okay…

But of course, things are never so simple.

Whether you have been wandering around to get your bearings, talking to the locals or exploring your new humble (very humble) abode, you can expect to find mysterious ice sculptures - fashioned in the shape of snow angels, with blades in their hands - appearing in random places around the town. There are some that manifest in the middle of the street, some that sit quietly at the edge of an inn, and even some that appear right beside your bed, staring at you as you wake up. It’s unclear how these sculptures even got here, but close proximity to them will conjure up feelings of unrest, like you should not step any closer.

It’s smart to trust your gut in these situations. Step too close to a snow angel and it will come to life, moving with the grace of flowing water. They make a vague request and will spare only those able to heed it.

“Cold … so cold … Even the days of Visium are so cold. Have you any warmth to spare us?”

Some angels will accept an article of clothing as warmth. Others are greedy and keep demanding more, wanting to take everything that you have on your body. Heed their requests and they will spare you. Resist even just a little, and that’s when they draw their swords.

It’s not too easy to defeat an angel with brute force given that they reform themselves immediately. Running away or blasting them with fire could do the trick. Be careful not to get cut by their blades, however…

Characters who get cut by their blades will experience an inconsolable sense of chill and emptiness, right down to their bones. They will find themselves desiring ‘warmth’ from others in different ways - whether through physical contact, or affectionate words and gestures. There might be the few who go feverish in their desire for warmth. For those characters – the open fireplace is looking like a very tantalizing place to sit in right now (Yes, sit in, not by). They might even feel compelled to pull a friend in with them. That can’t be good for anyone…

The effects will only subside if the condition of receiving ‘warmth’ is met. This can be in the literal sense (physical warmth and intimacy) or figurative (feelings of love, acceptance and happiness).

Bonfire

When night falls, the temperatures only drop further, which does no favours for the poor souls who had to give up their clothing. The locals want to welcome the new arrivals and give everyone an opportunity to unwind from a busy and chaotic day of being hunted by snow sculptures. That’s why they’ve set up a gathering in the middle of town square. Food and alcohol is being generously supplied by The Cask & Anvil, and marketplace vendors have set up pop up stands to try and cajole the new arrivals into purchasing some fancy new clothes or a pretty gemstone they claim will ward off danger (claims not verified).

At the center of it all is a large bonfire that’s warming up the square. Everyone is encouraged to warm themselves by it after a long day, eat, and make merry. In fact, there’s a certain sense of enchantment to the crackling fire that seems to draw even the shiest wallflower in, pushing them to sit with others and make conversation. As the night goes on, the newly arrived dreamers will find themselves settling easily into the warm and bustling mood, any stresses and anxieties melting away. With time, they’ll start to find themselves without a filter, more than happy to talk about themselves and the life they had led prior to coming to Visium. In fact, they will feel compelled to share a story from their past - one that might be joyous, comedic, thrilling, or tragic. Whatever sorts of feelings come attached to their story, it will be one of emotional significance.

In the back of their minds, they might get the sense someone else is listening.

OOC

Welcome to the labyrinthum TDM! Characters will arrive depowered and with only their clothing, and will be given a satchel with a crystal pendant, a communication device, some water and bread and a magic potion. If they drink the potion, they will manifest an elemental, healing or animal transformation ability.

With the exception of Castle Vaeros, characters are free to go as they please, so feel free to place them in any of the locations available on the map. Yes, this includes the Labyrinth - though characters will not be able to clear the maze. Please comment here to request an outcome for your character's labyrinth exploration and a moderator will get to you shortly. (The longest a character can stay in the Labyrinth is 3 days.)

You can find more information about the game here. Any questions regarding the TDM can go under the comment below.

Comments

[tsygan]

( he is getting in over his head, that's for fucking sure but he might have been on the edge of thinking about it back on the sleipnir, wondering if it really felt that damned good on the receiving end just because of all the pretty little noises abel would make when he's really into it. call him curious, or maybe just a masochist in this case because it really wouldn't have mattered if he'd gotten any preparation in the first place.

sometimes the pain makes it better, but he's not about to go around broadcasting that little tidbit of information. a little bit of pain never really hurt anyone, not in the long run, and he doesn't look like the type to turn his back on something that might twinge does he?

( nah, but sweet summer child, it's going to be more than just a twinge with how big he is. you'll learn.

and thank you, yuri's lotion, your sacrifice will absolutely not be forgotten, though it stands to reason that if he ever finds himself back here in the future ( he will ) he won't be able to keep himself from thinking about this, precisely, the way he fits in toji's lap like he was meant to be there and the feeling of those large hands moving him how and where he wants him — and if he ever actually meets yuri, he might not be able to look her directly in the eye without grinning at least a little bit to himself.

they don't exactly make 'sorry we used your lotion to fuck on the floor' cards but it's not like he would give one, anyway, if they did. moving right along. )

he asks him if he's ready and while he would have ground out a rough sort of yeah in response he doesn't have much of a chance; toji lifts him up, still like he weighs fucking nothing and then he's pressing inside of him, the head of his cock pushing past that tight ring of muscle and cain sucks in a breath through clenched teeth, thighs tensing and he muffles a small noise against toji's mouth, something wanting but strained, the fingers of one hand curling around the back of his neck just for a point of contact. )

[revolts]

[ it's so tight that toji gives a low hiss of effort, finding himself putting near all of his considerable weight into overcoming the resistance of cain's body. toji hears the tension in the noise cain drowns into their kiss and it makes him shiver, threading fingers through cain's messy bangs in some clumsy attempt to soothe. ]

Relax, [ he coaches as well as he knows how, this a manner of firsts for him too. he is not a kind, or thoughtful, or considerate man. he is not a reliable partner and he is not an attentive lover. the list of things fushiguro toji is not goes on and on and on.

and yet.

in this moment, here, right now, acutely aware of the way cain's hand clasps to the nape of his neck, the thing fushiguro toji is least of all is himself. ]

Breathe. Breathe for me, yeah?

[ he bites down on cain's lip to give him a counterpoint to the pain, stilling for just the moment. ]

You gonna be okay?

[tsygan]

( something like this shouldn't be so intimate — sex has always been transactional for him, too, after all, get in, get off, get out — but he's so very present in the moment that he can't help but feel every little shift of their bodies, every touch of toji's hands, the rumble in his voice when he speaks. it's heady, fucking intoxicating, and for a good handful of breaths he almost forgets that he's well on his way to being split in two.

( never mind that even though the tension will slowly melt out of him in the smallest increments, little by little, there is no denying the wetness prickling at the very corners of his eyes, warm and stinging and damning for what it is, but he's not about to stop. not now, when it's only just started, and he has something to prove. )

toji tells him to relax, to breathe and he takes in one shuddering breath as those sharp teeth come down on his lip, his next exhale edging on a moan as he presses into the bite and gives back one of his own, the hand not at the back of the other man's neck smoothing over a broad shoulder, the side of his throat, down over the front of his chest. anything just to touch, to feel him.

another breath in, and out, and he turns that bite into a kiss that is little more than the slick heat of his tongue tracing over his teeth, inviting more of the sharpness of them as he gives the smallest experimental shift of his hips.

( to his credit, he does his level best not to wince. ) ) I'm— ( he grits out, fingers still gripping his neck, voice a low rasp against his mouth. ) M'good. Just fuck me.

[revolts]

[ cain doesn't sound good. even caught up in this as he is, so aware of every point of contact between their two joined bodies that toji almost feels outside himself, he still registers the tangible strain in cain's body in this moment. every breath out of cain's body comes labored, the effort put into toji's steady instruction palpable all around them. it is taking everything in cain to bear this, and still he's taking it.

more than that, he's asking for more.

it feels like something very thin and fragile inside of toji he never even knew existed is spiderwebbing with hairline fractures. just one more breath and it will shatter.

he doesn't know what it is. he doesn't know what's behind it. he just knows he's on the very cusp of something, and cain's touch sears like a branding iron.

there are no more words left in toji, the part of him that is man and reason shutting down fully as he growls low in his throat.

'just fuck me.'

cain orders and toji obeys.

he grips cain by the waist with both hands, his grasp so broad that his thumbs nearly touch, pulling cain's body in to meet him as he continues to bear down. the thickest part of the head pops in and toji groans, driving himself the rest of the way home, sinking into cain's body steadily. it feels like seconds enveloped within an eternity, but he bottoms out in his beautiful boy.

pulse spiking in realization, he lets out another gutteral, animal sound and sinks his teeth into the junction of cain's throat. ]

[tsygan]

( maybe he'll tell you after this, after everything is said and done and he's proven that he can take you without really causing any lasting damage that he has not, in fact, ever been fucked. we've mentioned that he'd been thinking about it, sure, but abel's size can't even come close to competing with toji's, and maybe cain is going to look back on this like some measure of personal achievement for a first time, because fucking look at him —

whatever gods anyone has ever made into statues should be jealous, that's all he's saying. it isn't like he's out to give the man even more of a complex than he already has just by dint of wandering thoughts in introspection. even if every single one of them is true.

he doesn't have to look down to see how widely those hands span over the flat of his stomach, his hips, but he does anyway; he's never really felt small in anyone's hold before, even though it goes without saying that it's never quite been held like this, either, but … you know how you find out you have a thing for a thing the first time you experience the thing, even if you'd originally thought it would never be a thing in the first place?

yeah … a whole hell of a lot of that is happening here, and he's not exactly upset about it, either.

it makes him shiver again, the thought of being so small against him, of being moved where he wants him so easily — but then there's the whole duality of it, isn't there? the way cain bids him to just fuck him and the way he answers in a growl, a sound so deep cain swears he can feel it in his bones and he feels his own grip tighten. infinitesimally, but it does all the same.

the very same way some of that tension melts out of him the deeper the other's cock sinks into him, fractions at a time until he's fully seated, bottomed out in a way that brings another fractured sound up from the back of his throat but it isn't quite in pain. it's something else entirely, something he doesn't have a name for, but undoubtedly something that belongs to the man holding him, and will every moment going forward.

teeth dig into his throat and that sound turns into something sharper, wanting and almost fucking desperate for how he presses into the ache at the very same moment he's rocking his hips down, more of that tension slipping away, more of the sting from having taken him without any preparation, and he loves it.

there's no more room for words, but the implication is there with how he drops his head to nip sharply along the line of a collarbone: come on, old man.

i said fuck me. )

[revolts]

[ after that, after that—

the world is nothing but free-fall and broken glass. the world grows quiet, hushed, paring down, down, down to just them, to just this. every day of toji's life that he can remember has been confusion, and chaos, and carnage, and pain. it hurts him or it's static, it grips his throat in both hands or nothing. fushiguro toji's life is measured in agony or passing time.

this is a fissure of something in-between, some strange, unfathomable respite.

fuck, the way cain melts for him. he's so tight, so untested, so far from ready for this that it should have both of them at their utmost limit to simply bear this, but cain takes him like he was made for it, like something lost in both of them through this single act is found.

those sounds, too, do something unspeakable to toji, to his sense of self, to his very sanity, something toji only had a tenuous hold on by the thinnest, fraying thread. all it takes is the feeling of cain shifting back against him, rocking into him, taking him that fraction of an inch deeper still.

just broken glass and free-fall.

toji's chest rumble with his next growl, possessive, and he bites down on cain's shoulder next. his fingers dig in harder, bruising, and he obeys that unspoken command with as much single-minded devotion as the one spoken.

he starts slow, pulling out in a single, steady stroke until only just the tip remains. pushing in again just as slowly, he feeds himself back into cain's body in millimeters until he's fully seated once more. he repeats this, over and over, patient and meticulous and relentless, as he covers cain's throat, his chest, his shoulders with bright red imprints of his teeth. ]

[tsygan]

( sex has always been transactional — we've established that much, right? — but even though this has only just started it feels like something wholly different, something he isn't going to be able to walk away from even if he'd thought to try, because he might already be thinking that he's going to want to come back, and back, and back as long as toji will let him.

a stray shown something good. given something good that he's never had before, had never thought he wanted in the first place but it's in the way he holds him, like he's already possessing him, and cain thinks … he doesn't mind it. funny how that works, isn't it?

he'll take the broken glass, the free-fall if it means he can have more of this. so much of it that he'll end up feeling drunk off of the way toji touches him, how he fucks into him and it feels like he's touching every raw nerve in him simultaneously,so much that he really can't help the way he tries to meet that next inward movement, that slow thrust that has him giving over a soft growl of his own. something that crawls up from the very center of his chest and leaves his throat feeling scraped bloody, rough and raw, and god does he want more of it.

his thighs are trembling by the third achingly slow thrust inside him, maybe even before that, pulse jumping at every sharp press of toji's teeth to any part of him he can reach and he knows he's going to be bruised to hell by the time he's finished with him, likes the idea of it a bit more than he should as he tests just how tightly he's holding him by way of attempting to rock down against him harder. to take him deeper still, even if he's already bottomed out inside him again. )

Not gonna break. ( he murmurs against the shell of an ear, both hands coming up to fist in dark hair as he bites along the edge of his jaw. he's breathless from both the exertion of taking him so quickly and the way his heart beats with wanting more, and he's only ever known how to take. not — )

Fuck … pojaluista.

( ask.

and just for the sake of introspection, the very literal translation of that is please, sir. so have fun with that. )

[revolts]

I know, [ toji growls back hoarse and low, halfway to a snarl, against a fresh bite on cain's collarbone. he still can't think, can't keep ahead of his own thoughts in the unfamiliar haze of his mind, muddled by the entirely foreign landscape of this encounter. it's uncharted territory, and toji feels like a man possessed by the ghost of himself, acting on compulsions he can neither control nor understand.

cain tells him he won't break and toji tells him he knows, because he does, he's known all this time. he's known since he first set eyes on cain in the woods and the snow in all his cocky irreverence. he let the boy fight, let him bleed, let the chill set into his bones, because it's clear even at a glance that cain does not break.

toji knows, and he doesn't care, because simply not breaking is not enough. not here, not for this, not with him. when did that become true? it was enough in the woods, and now—

it doesn't matter. it's true now. it's true now, and toji doesn't understand a goddamned lick of russian but he doesn't need to because he recognizes it as a plea. it's carried in the tone, in the way the syllables tumble from cain's lips.

toji doesn't want to just keep from breaking the marvel he has in his arms. he wants to build cain up, put him together right, take him as high as he can go, at least when it comes to toji. but cain is pleading, and these two compulsions are diametrically opposed.

cain wins out.

toji shivers, because it's a dangerous thing. he can't explain it, can't understand it, and it's a baffling, unspeakably dangerous thing.

with another low, animal noise, toji lets go of all that is left of his sense, of his self-control, of his better judgement. he sits up for leverage, flexes his grip on cain's waist, and then he gives cain everything he's asked for and more.

every muscle in toji's body works in symphony to drive him into cain's willing, pliant body, fucking into him in sharp, relentless thrusts as those broad hands drag cain back and forth in time with each stroke. each thrust flows into the next without pause, without rest, without mercy. ]

[tsygan]

( he knows he doesn't need to remind him — after all, it's been said before that he'll just put him back together, won't he? — but it bears mentioning again, he thinks, just in order to drive the point home that even if he does break, even if he cracks around the edges, he doesn't mind it.

there are going to be a lot of things toji does to him in the future that he's not going to mind, that he's honestly going to end up addicted to, but. let's not get so far ahead of ourselves just yet, hm?

neither of them fully understand what's happening in the here and now, at least beyond the way their bodies are coming together like they had always been meant to; cain has never been so easily taken under, taken over by all the little shocks of pleasure threading themselves through his body like tangible things, strands that tie him to the man holding him like he's afraid to let him go and that is a thought he hadn't expected to make its way to the forefront of his mind. but. there it is, and here he is, begging for everything he doesn't know toji has in him to give in the first place, but he wants it, and he doesn't matter what it is.

if this is a win, he'll fucking take it.

he doesn't realize he's been holding his breath until the other's hold on him shifts, until his entire body shifts and it's all but punched out of him on that next upward thrust, unspeakably fluid and easy but rough as he'd asked for without really asking, a singular plea melting into a noise that sounds more like the word shatter than anything else. any tension that might have been left in him is gone, thighs pressing just a bit wider apart in order to give the other better leverage, or more room, or whatever good thing he thinks will come from it.

every time toji fucks into him, every time he bottoms out inside him he grinds against his prostate with the sort of precision that nothing else could even come close to touching; again, and again, and fucking again until cain can feel that familiar tightening at the base of his spine, the heat there, crawling all through him like dozens of fingers digging into him and making him take it, like he doesn't want anything more than this, anyway.

he doesn't even think about touching himself, and if you keep going like this, old man … unless you do it yourself, you might just find the boy coming untouched. how's that for an ego boost? )

[revolts]

[ toji knows without having to be told that cain's close, can feel it in every twitch of the boy's body, every shiver, every breath. as much as he wants to take cain in his hand as well, claim every inch of him, feel every part of him he has to offer, he doesn't want to break stride in his thrusts for a second. he'll save the rest of it for later, already presuming there will be a later, fingers digging harder into cain's hips instead, determined to fuck him over the edge through this alone. he's done this enough he knows there'll be bruises by the time they're done, and somehow that knowing alone makes his blood burn hotter, consumed himself in this act of consumption. ]

Come for me, [ his voice rumbles low, leaning back for a better view, so he can see every flicker of expression on cain's face, every heave of air leaving his lungs, every stroke of cain's body split apart on him with the kind of ease that makes it impossible not to think that cain was meant for this. ]

[tsygan]

( to think that he was made for this might have been funny to him, because he's never done this, this specifically, before; but it's also just a little bit funny how easily he'd fallen into it, how easily he'd allowed himself to be dragged down into the other man's embrace and moved how he wants him to be moved. a doll fit for pleasure and snark.

every upward thrust brings him close to the edge, the hands on his hips digging bruises into pale skin that he, admittedly, can't wait to look down at after, the ache and the heat at his core building to a fever pitch that has all but set his blood on fire, and with each stroke of his cock so deep inside him, he cares less and less about any attention being paid to his own neglected length.

he's trembling, shaking down to the marrow of his bones by the time he feels the first impending wave of orgasm, a flurry of curses spilling out of his mouth like they're the only words he knows, and for all it matters in the here and now, they may as well be. ) Fuck … fuck—

( his entire body bears down on toji buried inside him, cock twitching with the first spasm of release and painting the flat of his stomach in stripes of white, voice breaking on the sheer intensity of it and pitching high and sharp, fragile like the scatter of shards of glass coming apart over concrete.

he feels like the word shatter and he doesn't exactly mind. )