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thebackstage2016-11-26 01:27 am
a little kink [the It's Curtains 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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(Anonymous) 2016-11-30 01:45 am (UTC)(link)Everyone but one person, that is. And Leading Player, being herself, shows up anyway and decides to show them just what they get for spurning an omniscient narrator.
Basically, Leading Player pulls a Maleficent. The nature of the curse is up to Author!Anon.
Bonus: Balladeer can't completely counter LP's curse, but he does his best.
Double Bonus: in an attempt to try to make the curse not come true, he offers to raise her. Anna and Elsa are less than thrilled about who he'll be coparenting with, but for whatever reason it's for the good of the baby.no subject
(Anonymous) 2016-12-01 05:47 am (UTC)(link)"Now this show can really get started."
"You! You can't be here." Anna stormed forward from her podium as the others moved at once.
The Leading Player raised a hand and blocked five magical attacks, seven bullets, and a death ray.
"Come on, sweetie. You really think that, after I brought the two of you together, you're going to leave me off the guest list?"
"Don't give me that." Billy (Arendelle, of course) growled, one hand near the baby in a bassinet by the podium. "You think we'd let a monster like you near our child? Or anyone?"
"Now, now. We've been over this. I'm a very busy narrator, but you still need to know not to cross me." A puff of fog and she was on the other side of the bassinet. With a smirk, she snapped her fingers.
Nothing seemed to happen, but shivers ran up all the cast members at once. Elsa was the first to move; she'd only heard the stories, not seen the woman in action. Her glare followed a spread of frost around her feet.
"What did you do."
"Nothing now." The Leading Player whipped her cape around herself. "But you might want to watch your niece in the future. Let's just say I've got her on a reserve list the second she hits maturity clause age. Fair is fair. Now I have a casting call to oversee, something about a space station."
Before anyone could lunge at her, she was gone. Elsa's frost melted, Anna turned around and ran to the child, and Billy dropped to his knees.
"No, this, no..." he muttered, shaking his head.
"I think I can help."
Billy's voice coming from behind them wasn't a shock anymore, it could only be the Balladeer. The small family clumped at the bassinet all turned to look at him, his boyfriend standing a respectable distance away and not looking at them (just respectable, after the whole attempted murder thing).
"You can? With, with your narrator powers, right?" Anna gave a pleading look.
The Balladeer gently reached for the baby, who tilted her head and grabbed at his finger. He sighed.
"I still don't have the kind of handle on these powers that she does, and she's probably already planned for this." He took a deep breath and concentrated. "I'm going to try. Even if she has to end up somewhere, it doesn't have to be there."
Billy forced his head up through the shock. "You mean, send her somewhere safe instead of one of those shows?"
The Balladeer gave a nod. "I think if I do this... I can't fully keep her here, or I don't see a way to. But I have something. If I can bring the crack jamjar back into style, like it was ten years before our show, your baby could go there instead of a murdergame. The only danger she'd be in would be finding underwear growing on trees or having a week where everyone sees one another's icon keywords."
Anna screwed up her face. "You're sending babies into jars of jam?"
"...remind me to explain later."
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(Anonymous) 2016-12-01 06:06 am (UTC)(link)or in other words HOLY CRAP THIS WAS PERFECT I love it......
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(Anonymous) 2016-12-01 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)I'm so glad you like it!
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(Anonymous) 2016-12-01 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)fillanon
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(Anonymous) 2016-12-01 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)fillanon
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