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.

 

 

Comments

[(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)]

The trial drags on.

Burr wishes he'd brought some water, something. This whole thing is a mess - Fromme's been dead-set on remaining with the Showrunner for weeks, and now Lovett, Draco, and Onceler all seem to think helping run more shows like this is the only future ahead of them. Max is beginning to waver under their arguments. Their arguments, of course, not his. It's not as though he's the one who got them through every trial before this or anything. No, they should definitely listen to the Showrunner and her ilk.

Maybe not even her. She still seems more interested in the fire pit than in her prospective employees. He points that out, but they're quick to dismiss it. Logic doesn't work on these people! Max makes a comment about the showmanship - real fancy, reminds him of the old days - and Burr runs a hand down his face in frustration. Belle, on his left, squeezes his shoulder . To his right, Judas's fury seems to have finally burned out; he's gone quiet, gripping the edges of his podium and staring down into the flames.

"Listen, Max," Burr pushes on, leaning past Judas to make eye contact. The weakest target first, just to be safe, and then he'll see about convincing the others. "You can't possibly really believe this is gonna be the life you want! If we get out of here, you can just - "

"Forget it, Aaron." Judas's voice is low, but something in his tone cuts through their conversation.

My mind is clearer now
At last, all too well, I can see
Where we all soon will be...

For a moment, he's silent. Then, he darts out of their circle.

Burr understands a second too late. He lunges, reaching out, seizing the empty air where Judas's sleeve just passed. "WAIT - !"



(It doesn't work this time either. He survives, and he pays for it.)

[(Anonymous)]

Poor Burr ;o; I love this

[(Anonymous)]

cries