sandinmyhair | PSL Musebox

PSL Musebox - OTA (wip)

A place where I dump all my off-game RP ideas! Warnings for... well, just about everything.

ENCANTO-BASED
A Place To Write Stuff In The Canon Setting
Got an Encanto character? Got someone else you can AU into the setting? Try some:

A1. Fluff!
Bruno's back and it's everyone's chance to love on him, now! He needs fed and washed and all manner of happy things, after all. Just be warned, he will wibble and tear up. A lot. He has a lot of catching up to do and a lot of hugging to do....

A2. Angst!
Bruno's back and he's not re-integrating very well. Ten years in the walls has not been kind to him, after all. Maybe he has it out with the others, or he tries to hide again, or starts some unhealthy coping or other. Maybe his Gift finally destroyed his health.

A3. H/C!
Bruno's back and other people are not happy about this fact. There may be, for example, an increasing belief that he's demonic and clearly in need of an exorcism.

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A Place To Write Stuff In Any Other Kind Of Place, Including Settings Of Current Games

B1. Gives New Meaning To 'Lab Rat'
Someone somewhere decided a person who could do what he does is very much worth studying. Maybe they wanted him to only see the future for them. Maybe they saw him as a way to manipulate time or travel through it or simply tap the immense energy that courses through him.

B2. Wibbly Wobbly.
Maybe the Time Lords sent you to investigate. Maybe you discovered it on your own. Whatever the reason, here you are in 1950s Colombia. Something has been poking at time. And there may or may not be an unregistered TARDIS in the area....

NSFW
Because I Can't Not Have The Occasional Smut Thread

C1. Buried Desire
Somehow you can tell that an incredibly powerful sex drive lurks under that shy, awkward exterior that's just begging to be seduced out. Granted, it won't take much to do this.

C2. Married Bliss
Welcome to the Family Madrigal! Somehow Doña Alma managed to finally marry off her son. But it's not her you have to worry about, it's his sisters and his brothers-in-law and all their wink-wink-nudge-nudge.

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[Bruno's smile widens a little. The idea that someone wants to touch him sends a flutter of warmth through him. More than that, though, it stirs that hunger again, and he realises no, he's not hungry for food or drink, and his cheeks flush. He swallows. It's clear that even a simple touch is enough to remind Bruno just how skin-hungry he is.]

I like it... [he says, not really noticing that he's running the fingers of his other hand along the other man's knuckles.]

[Otto's gaze sails from Bruno's pleasant, smiling face to their hands. It's his left hand, the one that would've usually donned his wedding ring. Trouble is, ever since the webbing developed between his fingers, he hasn't been able to wear it anymore. It's locked up tight in a box in his room now, still a treasured item but no longer something he carries around with him. And maybe that's a sign.

He shifts his position in his chair to lean in closer; close enough that Bruno can probably smell the bourbon on him.]

I'm sorry if this is out of line, but... Would you like to go somewhere more private?

[It isn't terribly different to the smell on Bruno's own breath. The slight buzz from the alcohol slowly turns round in on itself and comes out the other end as an anticipatory tightening in his middle. He trusts this man, and he suddenly yearns to be touched. Getting the fact that they were in public out of the way sounds like the perfect idea.]

Yeah... yeah, I think I would.

[Something washes over him at the confirmation. It's a mixture of exhilaration and anxiety. He's never done something like this before and he wasn't expecting it to work. Only now does he realize he's driven himself into a bit of a corner, because he has an actual roommate who Otto's fairly certain won't enjoy their room being used for something like this.

He shifts a little uncomfortably, breaking eye contact for a moment.]

Ah... Do you know of a good place? My home is... not an option.

My place isn't far. Everyone's out or asleep and... nobody'd hear anyway. It's a big place.

[It's two small things that put Solsikke over Casita--The castle isn't sapient and it hasn't got anyone with super hearing in it.]

Heh. I had to soundproof a couple rooms, anyway, the noise from my typewriter was driving everybody crazy.

[He'd ask about the typewriter, but the indirect implication that they might need soundproofing is enough to derail that curiosity, leading straight into a bit of flustered embarrassment. He tries not to let it show, though, instead giving Bruno's hand one final squeeze before breaking the touch so he can rise to his feet.]

Let's go.

[Maybe he'll explain how a Madrigal's idea of 'quiet' is way stricter than anyone else's...

But for now he also stands and leaves with Otto, still a little surprised that he's taking someone home with him. It's happened more since he'd arrived here than it had done his whole life beforehand, but 'once' is a pretty low bar, so this isn't really saying much.]

I don't know how much exploring of town you've done, so Solsikke might be a new sight. My sobrinas and I have made pretty distinct homes for ourselves in it.

[Thus they head northward toward the giant stone house not far away.]

[Otto's probably better off not knowing about certain cousins with super hearing. That's enough to make anyone nervous.

He's surprised by his own nerve as well, but there's no going back now. He's not sure he'd want to back out even if it were an option. That's why he follows Bruno at a leisurely trot, trying not to think too hard about what's to come.]

I don't think I've ever heard of the place at all. I'll just let it surprise me.

[It's not long before the place comes into full view, a large, castle-like stone edifice surrounded by a lush and diverse garden. They make their way through groves and down paths surrounded by huge flower beds. A verdant scent surrounds them, humid and warm despite the slight seasonal chill. Pushing aside a flowering ivy curtain Bruno pulls open a humble-looking door.

Inside is a room dominated by a fantastically huge cushion fort, furniture arranged around a sea of pillows and blankets, draped with colourful cloths and strung with fairy lights. Behind that stands a table covered in divinatory thisthats and an old fashioned manual typewriter, under a hammock full of more cushions. The room explains why Bruno often smells like incense and palo santo.

He pauses, smiling a little sheepishly.]

Still interested? [he asks a little shyly.]

[With how little sightseeing Otto's done so far, he'd never expected a home like this to exist around here. It's different from Hill House, but just as beautiful in a way. The lushness of the garden in particular leaves him in awe. As for the room, it's oddly fitting. Whimsical, pleasant and welcoming, just like Bruno himself.

He's been standing frozen near the door as he takes it all in, but once the question is raised, he tears his gaze away from the mountains of pillows. His heart is hammering just a bit faster- he really has no idea what he's doing- but that won't stop him. He places a hand on Bruno's shoulder and while his smile is a bit strained from tension, it's still a smile.]

Still interested.

[It's a somewhat bony shoulder, but warm, and Bruno puts his hand over Otto's as though to hold it there. He's not sure why he's relieved, but he is. The question then becomes where to go from there? His gaze darts for a moment, then he steps forward, pressing himself into the other man's arms. A slight tremble of need runs through him but he's determined to keep this light. He grins, hands roaming over the other man's chest.]

Now... how far do we wanna take this?

[Oh no, don't ask him that. He's just pretending to know what he's doing. Still, feeling Bruno's hand on his chest like that is encouraging. No matter what it is he's doing, he must be doing it right. While he's still holding onto that shoulder, his other hand finds the back of Bruno's head. He can't run his fingers through hair, what with the webbing, but he can try stroking it.]

How about... we see where it takes us? [Their height difference is very noticeable now, and so, he ends up pressing his chin against Bruno's forehead.]

[Like so many other things about him, Bruno's hair is soft, its curls tending to try to wind around Otto's fingertips. He purrs softly at this touch, only audible in this warm silence. His hands slide upward and he lifts his head, glowing eyes lidded and warm again. After a beat he tugs the other man into an impulsive kiss, his lips already hot to the touch.

This is what he'd been hungry for, he realises.]

[Theeere it is. Bruno might want to be careful, since Otto's teeth are sharp and pointy. It's one of those physical aspects of the merperson change that he hates the most, since he's already nicked the side of his own tongue and the inside of his cheeks more than once. That's why he's extra aware of it now, trying not to deepen the kiss in any way that'll hurt. The hand on the back of Bruno's head shifts its position a bit, the heel of his palm pressing against cheekbone.]

[As so often happens, Bruno tastes like half the contents of a bar, that sharp and sweet flavour peculiar to habitual cocktail drinking. He's careful of those sharp teeth, even though the occasional poke of those little points sends heated shivers through him.

He pulls away very slowly, but only far enough to speak.]

You feel really good, [he breathes. His skin is at once very warm and softly cool, as though surrounded by a gentle mist, and his stubbly beard is soft. He nuzzles his face into the other man's hand for a moment before leaning in for another kiss. Desire stirs in him, its powerful coils sleepily shifting.]

[There's a very particular heat rising inside Otto- in his chest and also lower than that. It doesn't mesh well with his mer physique, making him thirsty and a little dizzy. He ignores it. When Bruno pulls away for a moment, his breathing is deeper and heavier than usual.]

You feel better. [That's about all he can say in a deep whisper of his own, because the next second, Bruno's leaning back in and the gesture is welcomed with an open mouth. His fingers tense into Bruno's shoulder for a second, then slide towards the back of his neck to press against the nape.]

[All this warmth might be a trifle inconvenient for Otto but Bruno is luxuriating in it, pressed against him, a breathy, purring hum in his throat. His knees are swiftly weakening with desire even as his blood boils. He pulls back again, panting, and fumbles at the buttons of his own shirt.]

Ah, god... I need to feel your hands on me, [he gasps, his voice going velvety.] Your hands and... Whatever else you might want to put on me....

[The implication that a shirt will be removed soon is one thing, but it's the smooth, husky voice that really gets Otto going. Not even necessarily the words, just the sound of it and the desire it contains. God, despite his happy marriage, he hasn't been this lustfully yearned for in many years. He's not sure he's lustfully yearned like this in years. Was it always this intense?]

I can arrange something like that... [It's almost a purr. The hand that was on the side of Bruno's face rubs down his neck until it reaches fabric. Then it detaches entirely, swoops down and dips underneath the shirt to try and find bare waist.]

[It's easily found. Bruno's clothes are pretty loose on him, and the skin underneath is warm and soft. He gives a soft, low moan at that touch, and then gives up on the buttons entirely, just pulling the shirt off over his head, the tie going with it.

He's probably just as thin as Otto figured he'd be, possibly thinner, the kind of soft and willowy of someone who'd always been slender and was recovering from something that had made him truly thin. His collarbones are prominent and the outline of his ribs almost visible over a small belly. There's something in Bruno's past, for sure, something he's clearly all about moving on from given the way he lives his life, now. He craves sensation, craves contact, and it's all the more evident now by his hectic skin and the way he arches into Otto's hand.]

Mmmmh, that's... so good....

[It's true that Otto had expected a more slender, bony physique, but nothing quite like this. Bruno looks frail, almost, and it has him wondering whether he should be more careful. It also has him wondering whether this is a Shade thing, or whether Bruno was already like this before the monster transformation. He can't ask- he wouldn't know how. It's just an idle query, nothing more.

None of that will stop Otto from running his fingers along Bruno's waist until the palm of his hand finds the small of the man's back. He pulls Bruno up against him even more, to get as much physical contact as possible out of this.]

It is, isn't it?

[Bruno chuckles, just a soft, warm throb of sound.] You're confident. I like that. But you're confident and overdressed. [Long fingers toy with Otto's waistband before pulling his shirt upward, just enough to slip those fingers under it, echoing the other man's touch.

Pulled this close, the lust coursing through Bruno becomes obvious by the swelling heat between his legs. He almost seems to read hesitation in the way Otto touches him and stands on his tiptoes for a moment to kiss him again.]

I won't break, [he murmurs, as though knowing what his voice does to people when it's all husky like that, its usual slight rasp made warm and desirous.] 'M not as fragile as I look. Do what you wanna do--I need it....

[Otto's abdomen is pretty soft- soft and doughy. Despite his size, he's got no actual muscle to him. That's not the sort of thing he's self-conscious about, though. Muscle is overrated, just a bit of pointless hot air compared to the mind. Normally, he'd be warm to the touch, but the merperson physique has thrown a wrench in that. Now it's almost like a clamminess without truly being moist.

Feeling those fingers and hearing that husky voice... It's really awakening something in him that's been so distant up until now, it's almost like it's a foreign entity. He's growing restless, and going by Bruno's words, that feeling is mutual. His other hand moves down to Bruno's waist and with that firm hold, he begins to move them towards the nearest suitable pile of pillows and blankets. Anywhere will do, in his opinion. Once he's got Bruno lying down, he can get started on removing his own shirt.]

[Bruno likes it, anyway, if his hands all over the skin he's found is any indication. His palms are gentle but not light, sliding over every inch he can get to.

When he's moved he goes willingly, pausing only to turn off some of the lights that festoon the structure.]

Too much light hurts my eyes, [is all he says before he sinks down onto the cushions, gazing up at the other man, watching him with lidded eyes. Lying there, he feels a little wanton, a little salacious, but he revels in it. Too much time spent alone. Too much time spent fearing losing his body entirely.

He slides his hands lightly down his own middle and a breathy sound leaves him as he makes short work of unfastening his trousers.]

[If he were honest about it, Otto would admit that the lights being turned down is something of a blessing. He's never done this with anyone but his late wife before and if he were to think too hard about something like that, he might just panic a bit. The reality of the situation could pack a very hard punch. The less he sees, the easier it is to just go with the flow and not overthink it.

His shirt takes a moment to remove, considering he did bother unfastening all the buttons. His shoes are kicked off in a more careless manner, though, abandoned in the middle of the room. He's not wearing socks, as it turns out, because he hasn't found any yet that mesh well with mer feet. The pants- well, he can work on that later. First, he wants to descend on Bruno, straddle him, rub his bare chest, go in for another hungry kiss...]

[Oh, god, yes.... This serves to melt Bruno further, the breathy sounds in his throat growing hungrier. His hands come up to slip into Otto's hair, short claws gentle against his scalp. He arches under the hands on his skin and a moan hums into the join of their lips. It seems he really likes to be rubbed and caressed there. Almost desperately he drags soft hands along Otto's shoulders, then around to his back, keen to return even a little of the bliss growing in him, layered on with every touch and kiss. They roam blindly over the other man's sides and middle and chest, searching for what would melt him the way Bruno himself was melting.]

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