[open] October event prompts (smut ver.)

[emet_sulk]

⌛ Who: Emet-Selch and anyone
⌛ What: Collection of the smuttier prompts from October event
⌛ When: Mid-Oct to end of Oct
⌛ Where: Tengu Skytower, Katsuragi's Kink Palace etc.
⌛ Warnings: Nothing besides the obvious for now; please be aware that he is not the sort of person to leap enthusiastically into bed with a stranger and be patient with him.

Non-smutty top-level is over this way.


1. Hot springs

He has been to many a hot spring across the centuries and even across worlds, but this is certainly up there with one of the finest. One may come across him relaxing in one of the pools with an excellent view of the land below. He's alone for the time being and there are tengu about maintaining the area, so it is safe to say he hasn't yet realised what goes on underwater at night...

2. Kink Convention

This is all...a lot for him. Despite his manner and appearance suggesting otherwise, Emet-Selch is not entirely a prude. He simply doesn't see the need or feel any urge to sleep about prolifically. He declines the offer to rent one of the 'toys' (he doesn't even recognise most of them) and immediately about-faces when he hears tell-tale signs of people fornicating in hidden corners. Though he does note the stringent warning signs at certain corridors, the palace is baffling enough that at some point he completely walks past them whilst distracted and into the danger zone.

Those lucky(?) enough to find him before one of the palace attendants will find him on his knees in a dimly lit room. His wrists are trussed together in a complex twist of cloth rope with a short lead that vanishes somewhere into the floor - probably part of whatever mechanism snared him to begin with. The air is thick with aphrodisiac and Emet-Selch is sweating beneath his robes. Though he must have been trapped here for a while, he still manages to look angry as he yanks (unsuccessfully) at his restraints.

"Don't just stand there gawping - get me out of here!"

The lead is not long enough to let him stand.

3. Custom/Wildcard

Plotting comment is over here (has link to kinks/permissions). Forgive me for not writing more as this is already a lot and I'm falling asleep. If you want to tweak something to suit taste, don't be afraid to ask.

Comments

Transformation (potentially NSFW)

[starshepard]

Azem also hasn't figured out how the device they've been given works. But they do enjoy talking to people so the warning reaches them which triggers them worrying over their dearest friends.

Sespite the warnings, they set out to locate them and ensure they're safe. They start out with their mask on but have always found it difficult to wear when they're searching for someone or something. Unlike Emet-Selch or Hythlodaeus they don't have the vision that makes such tasks easier.

By the time they find Emet-Selch, he's already fully transformed and doesn't quite seem himself. Azem, as well, has taken on a few changes though they're very mild. Extra eyes and limbs have appeared and they're feeling a bit of heat they're not unfamiliar with. Their concern for their friend outweighs any of that right now.

"Hades!" They rush toward him.

[emet_sulk]

The monstrous-looking form which pauses then turns towards their voice is in some ways familiar and some ways not. Hades' transformations had never affected his body so violently - there is still dried blood clinging to the tattered remains of his robes. As soon as he recognises Azem, there's a guttural sigh of what sounds like relief before he pulls himself over with the tentacled limbs.

"Azem..." Unusually for Hades, he immediately reaches out to embrace his friend. It feels desperate, like he's clinging to them for comfort. Not a few tentacles join in, curling possessively about their ankles and calves.

[starshepard]

The blood doesn't go unnoticed and that only adds to Azem's concern. Though their little bit of a transformation wasn't without pain so they can only imagine how painful his transformation much have been.

They open their mouth to ask if he's alright but between the dried blood and the uncharacteristic way he clings to them that would clearly be a stupid question. They reach out toward his face, no less than six blue eyes focused on him.

"Hmm, well this is quite the predicament isn't it?" They try to keep their tone light, hoping to ease whatever discomfort he seems to be feeling.

[emet_sulk]

"It hurts."

He says it without thinking - and had Hades been in his right mind, he would have shrugged off such pain and borne it silently - but he meets the hand halfway and nuzzles into it, finally feeling some measure of peace from the contact. He sighs and closes his eyes. He should thank his lucky stars that extra eyes hadn't also grown in (yet).

"Stay with me, Azem..."

[starshepard]

Azem frowns at that. "Here, maybe this will help a bit."

While Azem has never been much of a mage, they do know a thing or two about healing. They cup his face as he relaxes into one of their hands. The other set of hangs rests on his shoulders. The magic comes easily enough, a soothing white light meant to ease the pain he's feeling. They don't exactly what they're healing so it's more general than specified.

What he says next brings a soft smile to their face. "Always, my friend. I'm not going anywhere." Not that they could if they wanted to given how he's clinging to them. And for as long as they both remain in this place, Azem will stick to that even if they do travel, they will always return.

[emet_sulk]

He draws a shuddering breath and releases a relieved sigh. The grip he has on them eases enough that Azem could easily pull free if they wished, but the tentacles continue to linger nearby underfoot.

Hades remains motionless a little while longer before leaning back just enough to look into Azem's (many) eyes.

"I haven't seen you like this in a long time," he says quietly. His gaze travels upwards to where his second set of arms hovers over them. "I suppose we really are monsters."

[starshepard]

Despite his grip loosening enough to pull away, Azem remains close. Theirs worried for him and certainly don't wish to leave him alone.

A small smile forms on their lips with the first bit. "I suppose it's been a while since I've taken on so little of a transformation." This isn't even an in-between state for them. Such a form generally had several more arms and eyes and some natural armor. And then there was their fully transformed state which was more bestial.

"Are we?" They only let their hands drop away from his face when he looks upward. "Is it not a more natural state for us?"

[emet_sulk]

He doesn't answer immediately. "Once upon a time, perhaps-- Ah!"

A sharp pain from the ends of his fingers interrupts his thought. Dropping his gaze, he realises that his nails are lengthening and growing black, and his skin has begun to turn ashen.

The sight of it prompts a bitter chuckle. "I frightened people like this, did you know? That or they mistook me for a creature of the void - I suppose they were half-right about that, even if they misunderstood why."

[starshepard]

Azem starts to ask what he means by 'once upon a time' when the exclamation of pain cuts them off. Their gaze follows his, noting the claws.

"Ah." They decide to cast another healing spell to help ease the pain of this transformation. "I think it's a form befitting of a keeper of the Underworld. But I can see how that might frighten others."

One hand on each of his forearms squeezes. "Perhaps we should get you indoors. The moon is causing this."

Their own form doesn't appear to have settled. Their skin prickles as the color begins to fade to a stark white starting from their extremities.

hot springs wildcard

[lightduties]

Despite much of his adventuring work taking place during the day, night is truly his preference when roaming about. The quiet stillness, the hidden movement neath the cover of shadows, there is always a rather illusory quality to night that draws him in. He had heeded the warnings and largely had not ventured out at night, but with the protection offered at the Skytower -- how fascinating that it's granted by Tsukuyomi -- it seems a rather low risk to be out and about.

And yet... as he wends his way through winding corridor after winding corridor, he cannot help but have the sense he is being followed.

Upon arrival at the hotsprings, Rhea'li turns and waits before entering. "Show yourself. If you've the mind to follow me up here, then you ought to join me instead of watching from the shadows."

[emet_sulk]

It hadn't been his intent to lurk like a miscreant, but after the Warrior of Light's unexpected kiss a few days ago, Emet-Selch remained uncertain of how to proceed. Azem - his Azem - is here after all somehow. Whatever affection he has for their shard is...dimmer. But not something he can simply ignore.

He steps out into view, fighting the urge to cross his arms defensively. He looks more tired than usual.

"I wasn't sure how my company would be received," he says tensely.

[lightduties]

Ah.

He had put the kiss out of his mind, for without the man himself to apologise to, there was naught to be done. Azem had advised he be forthright with what had happened, but now that he is confronted with the actual prospect of apologising, he finds the words getting stuck in his throat.

He shakes his head before squaring his shoulders. This is silly. There is no reason to hesitate.

"My apologies. I... was not myself that day. You know of the Nijizakana's blessings, aye?" He places a hand over his heart. "One stirs false feelings of infatuation."

[emet_sulk]

"...False infatuation," he states flatly.

Well... Well. It isn't as though he had been hoping for aught else. They are from very different worlds and Emet-Selch has done things that should rightly make him hated by anyone. Love is out of the question, isn't it? It's a wonder the Warrior of Light even seems to care about him.

The original Azem would probably hate him if they knew. He fidgets then clenches his hands.

"There is nothing to apologise for," he says stiffly. "After all, there is nothing between us."

[lightduties]

Oh, this is going worse than he was hoping. Ears drooping slightly, Rhea'li also fidgets, fingers curling.

"Well..." Rhea'li shifts from foot to foot, "seeing as you are already here, will you join me at the hot springs? I had the opportunity to partake of them during my visit to Kugane, and those were quite relaxing. I imagine it would be the same of these ones."

He pauses for a moment, chewing over his thoughts.

"We were enemies before but... I would like us to be friends."

[emet_sulk]

He is silent for a little while, stare unwavering. It almost seems as those sharp eyes of his are attempting to bore into Rhea'li's very soul.

"I was headed there regardless," he eventually replies. He strides forward, stepping past the shorter man without a second glance. "I take it you aren't shy about sharing?"

[lightduties]

Rhea'li stares back, not certain of how things will go, but determined not to back down either. With a huff of a sigh when Emet-Selch walks past him, Rhea'li turns and falls into step beside the taller man.

"They are intended for use with multiple people," he points out, beginning to shed his clothes once they reach the appropriate area. The tattoo of a sun is stark on his left shoulder. "Though I suppose the time is rather late for many bathers."

[emet_sulk]

"Mm." He, too, wastes no time in stripping down. He is past the point of caring about casual nudity. Especially when it comes to bathing. The Garleans practised communal bathing extensively - although not with the other races.

It seems they put all one's clothes in a basket and leave them in a cubbyhole here. He takes a towel and immediately makes for one of the baths, not realising that the local custom is to rinse one's body off first before entering.

As Rhea'li has observed, there seems to be no-one else here for the time being.

YOU'VE ACTIVATED MY WILDCARD

[conceptreview]

Hythlodaeus, of course, defies the curfew set during the Sakumi Festival. As discreetly as possible, he slips out of his assigned apartment and dons his mask to wander the streets, looking for...whatever it is he's obviously not supposed to see. What's the point of existing again if you can't get into a bit of trouble, is his reasoning – he doesn't mean to do anything dangerous or destructive, just a bit of rule-skirting, it's all in good fun!

But so far he's been a bit disappointed by his law-breaking escapade; there are many Yokai out and about, and they do have impressive masks (he should've finished his custom one, he feels very under-dressed), but they aren't doing anything particularly unusual. He finds himself idly searching the less-traveled streets, further away from any festivities, to see if there are more intriguing sights to see.

That's when he spots a strangely familiar silhouette – though it's not as large as it should be, nor is it dressed(?) in the way it normally is – as the figure shuffles closer, the face comes into view, and Hythlodaeus feels his heart drop. Something is very wrong.

He dashes forward, and in his panic his friend's name rather than his title slips out. “Hades - !”

/SHOCKEDPIKA

[emet_sulk]

Hades lifts his head at the sound of his name and the familiar voice which says it. There's a soft exhale of surprise before he pulls himself over to Hythlodaeus and reaches to gather the other man close.

"Hythlodaeus..." By his voice, he is in obvious pain. There is dried blood caked where the larger arms have pushed out of his back, although it is not at all obvious given how dark it currently is. Half of the tentacles which now substitute for his feet immediately wrap themselves about Hythlodaeus' lower body as if afraid to let go.

[conceptreview]

His hands are similarly reaching out for Hades immediately, a soothing glow enveloping them as he targets the worst of the injuries. He can't stop or alter the transformation at all, but he can at least make it less painful to have arm-wings growing out of one's back.

"It's alright," he whispers desperately, trying to keep his voice calm, caressing his friend's back gently. "I'm here now, dear Hades. Everything is alright..."

But he knows that it isn't alright, that something has very clearly gone wrong here. Transformations are not violent and painful - at least, they do not need to be; he supposes one could decide to be in pain if they wanted to - but Hades has transformed many times before and not suffered. Had that broadcast earlier said something about transformations? He hadn't paid much attention after the mask part. Perhaps it would help to get a mask on Hades?

He sort of gropes at Hades' front, to see if he's still carrying his Convocation mask. If not...well, there is the one on Hythlodaeus' own face...

[emet_sulk]

His mask had fallen off at some point. The robes are in tatters. Hades seems not to notice or care that this means his friend is essentially groping at his bare chest - Hythlodaeus is here and he won't let them out of his sight.

"Thank you..." His larger arms twitch and then curl around them both, as if in a hug. His friend's restorative magicks have soothed him some. "But you shouldn't be outside, Hythlodaeus. The natives...some have been attacking others."

[conceptreview]

Perhaps, once Hades is feeling better, Hythlodaeus can tease him about the groping. For now, the more important thing is to get him somewhere safe and comfortable. With the tentacles and now the extra arms, Hythlodaeus can't exactly lead him anywhere, all wrapped up in his friend's strange new body...but he imagines that he can direct Hades easily enough. He's actually almost comfortable all enveloped by him - the only issue being the distress Hades is in, of course.

"Well, then, I suppose you'd best take me somewhere," he says agreeably, checking one more time to see if there are any other serious pains to ease. "We're a ways away from the apartments, but there are places to stay for money, aren't there? Perhaps nearby?"

[emet_sulk]

Dried blood makes it difficult to tell if any wounds remain. But given that Hades seems to have relaxed after the wash of healing, Hythlodaeus can probably rest easy for now.

Hades gathers his friend, lifting them up so they're cradled in his arms. "I don't know if I have any coin for an inn... But we can try."

He starts to pull himself along the street, searching for a place that may yet be open. When he gets tired of that, he levitates himself slightly off the ground and glides instead.

[conceptreview]

It does seem as though his magicks have helped. Thank creation that they ran into each other so that Hythlodaeus could help. He shifts his arms from Hades' back to loop around his neck, letting himself be carried as relief settles deeper into his chest.

"Never fret, Hades, I have my coinpurse with me. I was told to keep it on me at all times." Possibly by Hades himself, or maybe Rhea'li. "There's a sign across the way - perhaps they'll have baths too. We'll get you cleaned up and then rest til morning."

[emet_sulk]

He angles towards the indicated inn. It seems reasonably large enough that he only has to stoop to get through the entryway. But the innkeeper seems reluctant to shelter someone who has obviously been touched by the moonlight...

Hades' tentacles draw in and he sighs. He'll let Hythlodaeus decide whether he wants to argue on his behalf or not. It isn't as though he's unused to being turned away or looked upon with apprehension.