a little kink [the It's Curtains kink meme]

[stagemanagers]

shamelessly ripped from the Dangan Roleplay kink meme

GUIDELINES/RULES:

• All requests- smut, fluff, gen, or otherwise (alternate murders, anyone?)- are welcome so long as it's about It's Curtains. Fic and art fills are all good.

• This is for all rounds of It's Curtains. Intermingled cast requests ("what if so-so and so-so from this and that round met?") are acceptable.

• Stay anon because it's funner that way.

• Use proper trigger/content warnings for sensitive and/or offensive subjects, just like you would in a game proper. If you don't, it will be deleted.

• This is a judge free zone; however, be mindful of character ages, esp. in regards to the younger characters.

• If you do not want your character to be involved with the smut or things that make you uncomfortable please contact me. A list is being prepared to remind everyone.
• Respect player wishes if they ask to not have their character be in smut, or anything out of their comfort zone. Again, comments in violation will be deleted.

Have fun, darlings! If any rules are violated please don't hesitate to to PM this account or alert one of the mods.

 

 

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[stagemanagers]

Please do not include these characters in any smut prompts:




Exclude from various prompts:

[ART] any round 1 ship | coats

[(Anonymous)]

Exactly what it says on the tin. Any ship from Round 1 (Billyanna, Seymour/Winslow, Hansadeer, Natabel), switching their outerwear. Anna in Billy's hoodie and Billy in Anna's pink cape, Seymour in Winslow's cape and Winslow... screw it, draw Winslow shirtless, Hans in Balladeer's bomber jacket and B in Hans' grey coat or his suit jacket - you know, a dry-cleaned duplicate, or Jezebel and Natalie switching jackets.

Any | Missed Opportunities

[(Anonymous)]

Any character (or multiple characters) and that song that you were just dying to use the whole time. Or maybe you thought of the perfect melody three tags after the fact. Give us a taste of what might have been!

[(Anonymous)]

[Enter LEADING PLAYER, interrupting true love's kiss with some different music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ZSTeacOpbI) even though it completely outs the fillanon. The CAST and BALLADEER look up.]

LP
Clear the way, centre stage, hit the spotlight
Opera cape, muns in shock, this is my night
Time to finish the show
With pain, am I right?

STAGE CREW
She's right!

LP
Games like mine bring in viewers and enchant them
A much better mastermind than that diva Phantom
It's my first verse versus everyone
And I've won!

Get ready for a standing ovation
LJLogin and off you go
It's the next big game sensation
Listen up!
Kill your friend and end the show
Or join my next show

[The lightbulbs LIGHT UP. JUDAS is audible offstage for this.]

JUDAS
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Not so fast!

[One lightbulb BREAKS.]

JUDAS
Get offstage, give up now, this is not right
You stole our lives and I'm here to shine a ghost light
Got a code these girls know to give you a fright

GHOST CHORUS (also offstage)
Stage fright!

JUDAS
They call you Showrunner, they call you Leading Player
You weave too many lies, then call me a betrayer
The roles that you have put us in
Just might-have-beens!

It's time to stop the murders' root causation
Break the system and off you go
No one fall for her temptation
Listen up!
'Cause we came to end the show
Living, end the show!

HANS
For a death show mastermind
She talks a big game

ANNA
Yes, and you should know!

HANS
But I'm not the same!
As I was, just because
I've changed from just a mole

LP
Know your role!

BALLADEER
Nobody judges killers more than I
But I trust what you say
I think I can defy...

PIRATE KING
Quick, distract her!

ANNA
Let's get married!

B. HARRIS
That'll work.

[BILLYANNA and HANSADEER kiss.]

WINSLOW
Nice try, mastermind, with your cruel choice
We can stand up to you with our own voice

JEZEBEL
Now you know forcing a tragedy's cheap

B. FLYNN
Your loss is what you reap
You're in deep!

SEYMOUR
You can try and make us give in to the pain
If you find a happy end cliché

RAOUL
But we will prevail
So face it: we're done with roles!

BALLADEER
Get ready now to end your narration
If you're cold, take my boyfriend's coat
The golden ends made these games sensations

HEATHER
Listen up!
'Cause it's time to end this show

LP
FINE! We'll end the show!

[(Anonymous)]

as has been discussed on plurk, Hans gets in trouble with Management for masturbating in places he shouldn't


(inspired by this (https://images.plurk.com/2h7IKS51LDDm9syJBpVj.jpg))

[(Anonymous)]

you know who this is, anon, do you have a specific week in mind for this to take place (how awful do you want it)

[(Anonymous)]

Instead of the JFK tape, something else is playing in LP's office.

not OP ignore me

[(Anonymous)]

(bonus points if it's the prompt above tbh)

[(Anonymous)]

The Billyanna kids crash a cast party thanks to a time machine.

[(Anonymous)]

A day in the unlife of Judas, the most bitter person in the Opera House.

[(Anonymous)]

Judas reunites with the survivors of round zero in Belle's castle

let the salt man have a little joy

[(Anonymous)]

"Master Burr," Prince Adam's majordomo calls into the library. He sets the book (an adventure, recommended to him by Belle) aside and stands.

"Yes, Cogsworth?"

"Sir, you have a visitor. He says you'll know him from your...ordeal." It's been almost a full year and though there's no doubt quite an amount of gossip going around about the months that their princess was missing only to return with four others in tow, Burr is grateful that at least none of the rumors have made their way to him.

He has no interest in seeing the Onceler or Max, but the others will want even less to do with them, so he gets up to go anyway.

"Did he give his name?" he asks Cogsworth, who holds the library door open for him and follows a step behind.

"He said that you would know him as 'J,'" the majordomo replies neutrally. He nearly runs into Burr's back when Burr stops dead in his tracks.

"'J?'" he repeats.

"That's what he said. Terribly strange to know a man by just his initial, if you ask me, but-" Burr doesn't stay to hear the rest of what Cogsworth has to say, because he breaks into a run headed straight for the grand foyer. It's impossible, it can't be true, but he has to see it with his own eyes anyway.

There, in an almost blindingly brilliant white outfit with fringe that catches the light of the candle he's examining and seems to sparkle brighter for it, there stands the man who Burr last saw throw himself into a pit of fire to save their lives. Judas jumps guiltily at the sound of footsteps, taking his hand back from the ornate candelabra that he'd been examining, but his eyes light up when he sees Burr.

"Figured I'd find you here," Judas says, almost casually, as if they'd just parted ways after a party. "Not many of us had a place to go, except Belle."

"We all agreed to stay together. There's more than enough room in the castle," Burr replies automatically, still in shock. He crosses the space between them quick enough that Judas (as if expecting a strike) could only flinch back half a step before Burr pulls him into a tight embrace. "My God, it's really you-" he rasps out around the lump that comes to his throat. But he's grinning when he pulls back, holding Judas by the shoulders. "How did you-"

Judas grins and claps a hand on Burr's shoulder.

"That Player made a mistake. She brought in another 'cast' after us to try to run the same show all over again. But they beat her at her own game - and pulled off a pretty big miracle while they were at it." This time it's Judas who starts the hug, then takes Burr's face in his hands and kisses his cheek, grinning widely.

"No one will believe you, my friend," Burr says, laughing, when his friend releases his face.

"They don't have to believe me! I'm standing right here, aren't I?"

"That you are, and that's proof enough for me. You've been missed." Judas shakes his head fondly.

"Now that's actually the first time I've heard that."

"Well, it won't be the last, I can tell you that," Burr says. "The others should be out on the balcony - let's go meet them before Belle finds out that I've been keeping you to myself."

"...You think she'll really let me stay?"

"Let you? She'll practically command it." Judas laughs.

"Alright, alright, let's go," he says, humming a melody that Burr is unfamiliar with under his breath as he follows Burr up the stair to the landing. When he moves to open the grand ballroom doors, he can almost swear he hears Judas sing.

A-shi-ra, a-shi-ra, A-shi-ra...

Who could this possibly be?

[(Anonymous)]

AU where Hans successfully convinces Seymour to be his minion and do his "dirty work". Bonus points if someone gets murdered.

[(Anonymous)]

I want The Balladeer spending time in his office, just being cute and idk going over people's gifts and thinking about how much better his current cast is to his old one. "Wow isn't it so nice that Seymour got me this plant," or "Hans left this bottle of wine here last week what do I even do with it"

and then for extra gutwrenching maybe week 7!Balladeer seeing the same things like "wow look at this junk" idk. If we don't writ it, discuss.

+1

[(Anonymous)]

first dates | any ship

[(Anonymous)]

i have a terrible, desperate need for post-Opera first dates

like real first dates in the real world with hand holding and kissing and no imminent threat of death at every turn

Hans and Bal go to Raoul's Paris, Natalie and Jezebel go to Mars, Billy and Anna go ice skating, Seymour and Winston go to a Daft Punk concert (I will also accept non-canon ships because why the heck not?)- I am up for literally anything

Hansadeer fill here

[(Anonymous)]

this got away from me so I'm replying here like this so I won't stretch the page
P.S. sorry in advance that it's more "post-Opera" than first date but once again it's almost midnight that's the perfect time to post to the kink mene

[(Anonymous)]

an au where Hans is the round's Narrator and the Balladeer is a hapless cast member

[(Anonymous)]

The Balladeer waits half an hour, just because it seems polite, and then knocks on the Showrunner's door.

He's invited in, offered a chair. It isn't surprising to hear he's the first visitor. The others were so angry when he introduced himself...but the Balladeer understands. You don't choose your show. And he's perfectly cordial within the limitations given him. It emboldens the Balladeer enough that he doesn't hesitate when he says, "I shouldn't be here. Not like this. You know that, right?"

The Showrunner smiles a little, puzzled. "What do you mean by that? Of course you are."

"No, no - " He leans forward in his chair. " - I'm not meant to be a character. I am from a show about murder, but not this one. There must have been some kind of mistake? I'm just a narrator like you." He doesn't understand how a mistake like that could happen, but it must have. It's obvious. Even without seeing the script, he can tell this whole story is aiming for a lot of character-driven drama. He doesn't fit there. "You need actual people for a role like this one."

But the Showrunner's smile has dropped. "Like...me?" He shakes his head, slowly. "I don't know what you mean by that, but you are meant to be here. And you're not getting out unless you win the game, just like everyone else."

"What? No, Showrunner, listen. The audience isn't going to want to watch - "

But the other man rises from behind his desk. "My name is Hans. And I can't help you with this. Wherever you're from, you're not getting any special privileges here."

That isn't what he meant. It's not like he's happy about leaving these other characters to get killed...but the Balladeer finds himself ushered firmly out of the office. The Showrunner - Hans - uses a tone he knows well. It's how you talk to Guiteau to get him out of your business when you're not prepared to deal with him. He thinks he's crazy.

It's almost like he's not a narrator at all. That's because he isn't.

The Balladeer tilts his head up at the sudden narrative shift. Was that deliberate on someone's part?

It sure was. I was supposed to be the narrator here, before he took over - I'm the real Showrunner. Hush, now, don't let him know I'm still here. He's a nasty one. You know how actors can be.

He does, he supposes. But it's simple enough to talk like this. It's exciting! The Balladeer bounces a little on his heels, moving away from the office. He's never met another narrator before! He didn't think he would, even surrounded by so many strangers from different shows.

It is fun, isn't it? I never thought I'd get this lucky either. Listen, sweetheart, I think we can help each other out. You'd be willing to keep an eye on this little cast for me, wouldn't you? Tell me the stories I'm missing out on? Just until I can figure out a way to make the show work the way it should - and then we'll meet for real...

[(Anonymous)]

someone else dies for case 5. anyone. how's it go?

[(Anonymous)]

I'm gonna fill this but it's gonna be Darkest Timeline if anyone wants to ALSO do a fill be my guest (haha)

[(Anonymous)]

scenes from round 0

anything, really

[(Anonymous)]

"Who else could have caused the death of the Dayman besides his self-proclaimed nemesis?"

They ruled him out as a subject at first, before The Nightman's incompetence presents itself. As the pressure grows, he only continues to make himself out to be the living incarnation of a trainwreck. The Nightman forgets his lines, crosses the stage with karate-esque flair, and causes The Showrunner's internal screams to grow shriller by the minute. At one point, The Nightman even proposes a wrestling contest between himself and Jafar. Jafar's response goes unheard over the sound of every individual in the room casting their vote.

The trial lasts approximately thirteen minutes, and even the execution doesn't free The Showrunner from the terrible mood the whole affair puts her in.

[(Anonymous)]

Captain Hook kidnaps Billy and Anna's children. He didn't account for the wrath of their aunt.

[(Anonymous)]

"A Day In The Life of Bialy, Malfoy, and Oncie: Roommates"

Balladeer/Billy

[(Anonymous)]

hey nobody said we had to stick to round canon ships. Come on dark kink meme show me the narcissistic kinda-selfcest

OP

[(Anonymous)]

Bonus points for including Hans and Anna

Any ship | first time

[(Anonymous)]

Listen there's

There's a lot of virgins here

show me them awkward virgin wedding nights.

[(Anonymous)]

The motives DON'T work, and the one month time limit is a little more reachable! Bonus points for LP and her stagehands trying their damnedest to get a murder to no avail.

[(Anonymous)]

The first motive goes out. D-ne approaches the Balladeer and asks for the stakes and the terms. His judgment doesn't faze her, at first, anyway. She talks to Jezebel and to Hime as normal, tries to put away their concerns. After all, she's going to sign their lives away, isn't she...

This time, Hime doesn't stop short of telling D-ne everything about the fairy back home and the wish she didn't use. D-ne can come home if she wants, just to visit, and she'll hand the team's wish over if it's that important. God is going to lecture her, but...

Valjean lives.

-

The Leading Player is annoyed. The first motive always works. Maybe she should have scrapped the peace week. That one game always did, the one that was about trust instead of hope. Well, too late now. She orders the Balladeer to give the second motive.

Natalie still foils the motive. She approaches every cast member and pushes their secrets out of them. This time, it is every cast member. She accepts her brother as real, a creation of her mother's mind that came to life like some kind of fantasy. It can't be that weird compared to the rest of what's happened. He stops hiding away, starts to reach out. Maybe being a troublemaker to strike out against his circumstances isn't the only way to live. Maybe he might even start to think about everyone in here.

Hime lives.

-

The secrets come out at the end of the week, and the cast is fragmented. The Leading Player has hope, to some degree, but still gives Hans the poison. With two motives foiled, there's no way she's risking a weak motive like money. Maybe the promise of a new life with all the power they could have, since everybody's secrets have been leaked at home, after all...

Hook goes for the poison -- but so does Darla. Eliza finds the two of them fighting over the bottle, each screaming that they don't deserve this and the other should just lay down and die. She calls the others to break up the fight, and both of them are put under quarantine. Revenge plots ensue, but everyone knows what to look for.

Darla and Eliza live. Hook does not contract aging-related STDs.

-

The Leading Player doesn't even wait until the next week. This is not how the show is supposed to go. The time limit's almost up! She enacts the next motive right away. Regrets. Everyone's got regrets. It's how she got all her employees, after all.

Javert hasn't fallen into despair, though. He's still suspicious of Valjean, not having the death to turn his heart, but even then it's started to fade. Cain doesn't have an obvious target this time. He tries to wait outside the hall, though, masquerading as Astarte. He catches D-ne wandering to the supply closet to investigate the mystery of that ugly arm thing in the back, and he tries to lure her to the tea room. Sadly, he found the one person who can spot an imposter with one look and knows all about the occult.

Javert lives. Cain is exorcised from Astarte and sealed into a meat pie from the merchandise booth.

-

It's a few days to the end of the four-week limit, and the cast is putting together supplies for a celebration. Heather's set up croquet in the ballroom, Billy H. and Anna are practising their dancing, and Hans is alternating rehearsing mole confessions and love confessions and not sure what will be harder to tell the Balladeer about. The Leading Player has had enough.

The stagehands descend on the party to break it up, presumably due to a new noise-pollution rule. Jezebel stands up to them and snaps that they're just trying to start chaos and get someone killed. One of the stagehands pulls a gun. Natalie tackles her, screaming to get away from her girlfriend, and Anna lunges and pulls the stagehand's hood off. Balladeer enters the party just in time to see Squeaky unmasked. He freezes.

"The game's up, Leading Player."

The final confrontation happens, twenty on one. The Leading Player looks composed enough at first, but starts to wear down. The cast corners her. This wasn't a story about resisting temptation like she told the Balladeer. This was about death and betrayal and despair, so where were they?

"You're wrong."

It doesn't matter who says it first. They each stand up, one after the other. What could they know, she asks. They think they're real, that this isn't just a Dreamwidth roleplay...

Wait. That was her mistake, wasn't it? It's not a Dreamwidth roleplay at all. This is a kink meme fill. The story's already over. She sighs and laughs bitterly. Fine, you know what? They've all won. Go home. She's going to flip through the rest of this meme. Ooh, there's one where she blackmails Anna into cheating on Billy with her, that sounds fun.

Any | Groundhog Day AU

[(Anonymous)]

Pick a focal character. Leading Player sulked away, the curtains fell, but there was no stage magic that could bring back the dead. But when everyone goes to leave the opera house, optimistic and hopeful nonetheless, the doors open and a bright light pours in, so bright they have to close their eyes...

And they wake up in their dressing room. It's Day 1 all over again. Only they remember everything. But hey, this means that they can prevent the murders, right? Well, yeah, but new ones come up instead. And no matter how many times the show ends, they keep going back again and again until everybody makes it out.

bonus: the only one who remembers is Hans, in what is probably the trickiest double-agenting mission since Severus Snape.

double-bonus: B remembers too - either gradually or, because it's his show now, from the get-go.

[(Anonymous)]

Heather really does get to give someone a makeover.

[(Anonymous)]

LP/Anna

A month paid if Billy is somehow involved

+1

[(Anonymous)]

I like how you think, Anon.

Eliza + any couple | The Talk

[(Anonymous)]

Founding Mom has seven kids' worth of game which is more than the rest of the cast combined. She realizes one day with dawning horror: somebody's got to tell these kids how to handle each others' personal business.

Cue the most awkward sit down with mom explaining the birds and the bees.

Bonus: she explains the birds and the birds to Natabel.

Bonus bonus: she tries to explain the bees and the bees to Winsour or Hansadeer.
Extra credit: she has to call in backup

[(Anonymous)]

We have an equal number of survivors and dead! So... swap AU?

[(Anonymous)]

The minute a sacrifice is mentioned, at least four people turn to look at Valjean. "Do not dare move from this podium," Javert hisses - for all that he still says Valjean is a criminal, he has taken the spot next to the man, and for all that he rarely uses his name he hasn't said his number aloud in weeks.

"I wasn't going anywhere," Valjean demurs. He's looking down at his podium, where the contents of their memorial are laid out: red scrunchie, red scarf, red-headed doll, all bound up in a bundle of black crepe. "There must be some way out of this without losing another of our number."

Darla snorts and casts a sidelong glance at Captain Hook. "I can think of one we wouldn't mind losin', if ya catch my drift."

"Without losing any of our number," Valjean just repeats, in that mild tone which means he will not budge. The survivors have learned to listen when he speaks like that.

Meanwhile, D-ne and Eliza approach the stage. "I know it seems as if you're alone," D-ne says, echoing something he told her once, smile small and brittle. "But I'm from a story, too. We are alike in many ways, Balladeer-san, you do not need your Management to find that."

His response is sharp, but they see the hurt it hides. Eliza uses her name and her history, all the stories she's told him, drawing him down to sit on the edge of the platform with recollections of Alexander and General Washington. "We've had no control," she sings to him, "Who lives, who dies - but we wouldn't ask for anyone else to tell our story."

There is no True Love's Kiss. But Eliza holds his hand, and D-ne stares down the stagehands well enough to go sit beside him, and there are many kinds of True Love. It isn't quick and dramatic, but it's enough.

When the Leading Player arrives, the lights flicker and dim overhead, chandeliers swaying ominously. The crew comes too, as if summoned by the dark. "People, um...people can always change!" Hime declares to them. She's had her arm linked with Astarte's since the ghostlights began, when the other Astarte had a strong and strange reaction to the name Judas Iscariot, but now she is the one who seems to be drawing strength from the contact. "Just because you've been our enemies this whole time doesn't mean you can't still be our friends later!"

"Except that one," Natalie comments after Squeaky Fromme's retreating back. "She can totally go."

Javert might have said something about all these offers of clemency, had Valjean not touched his arm and shook his head as he finally left his podium. Instead the Inspector watches with sharp eyes as his once-prisoner circles the flames, until he's come to where the Balladeer, Eliza, and the Leading Player are talking. The three stand shoulder-to-shoulder like a rock, and let the Player's determination break on them.

The mastermind still walks away, but when she does, her path is lit by the glow from a single silver candlestick.




When the dead return, it turns out they had two weddings while everything was happening. The Pirate King is beaming with pride, and Judas Iscariot throws his last handful of rice into the air before stalking off to harass his former castmates.

[(Anonymous)]

Hansadeer, having fun with Bal's new showrunner powers (take that however you like)

[(Anonymous)]

Hans walks in to find the furniture on the ceiling. The Balladeer is standing, breathing in a way that his boyfriend knows he's concentrating, so of course the thing to do is knock out of nowhere.

"Hans!" The Balladeer isn't as surprised as most people would be, but then, even when he's distracted, narrative omniscience still has some kind of effect. "Sorry about the couches. I'm remodelling."

"I... see that." Hans shrugged and walked around, inspecting the upside-down living room. "Still working out the kinks, I take it?"

"That's a terrible pun," came the reply.

"Wait, what pun?"

"Not you, the fillanon. You wouldn't know we were on a..." The Balladeer took a deep breath and brought his hands down, shuttling the furniture back to the floor with a whump. "There we go. I'm still testing out everything I can do as the primary narrator instead of just a side character with fourth wall privileges."

Hans sidled in beside him. "Now, you know that I understood basically none of that, except for the part where you have a dirty mind."

The Balladeer turned red. "This isn't even technically... anyway, the ones who have dirty minds are some of the people requesting things. Like that one seven prompts up." He paused. "Though, if you want..."

"Well..." Hans thought about it, trying to hide that he was starting to look just as embarrassed. "As long as you're trying your hand at levitating things, we might as well get some fun out of it."

The Balladeer hit the light switch in the corner and the house's handy motorized fade-to-blackout blinds. This was not hitting the kink meme.