supergaybabyjail | It's time for Round Two!

DANGAN ROLEPLAY KINK MEME

GUIDELINES/RULES:

All requests- smut, fluff, gen, or otherwise (alternate murders, anyone?)- are welcome so long as it's about DRRP.

Fic and art fills are all good.

This is for all rounds of DRRP, canon or gimmick. 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 DRRP 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 volation will be deleted.

HAVE FUN. If any of these rules are broken let me know on this account, or on plurk (demidemonLove) and I will take care of it as soon as I can!

Original Meme Post by:

foolreversed

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

When in doubt, Lysandre could always find it in himself to blame Tyrone Speedwagon. One minute, Lysandre had been reporting a dimensional irregularity and a trace of one of his old employees no one had seen since he blew up the region, the next, somebody just had to make use of the wormhole machine room because the makeout closet was taken, and before he could say anything to the effect of "I am still under house arrest," he'd fallen through to a...

What was this? A camp?

He stumbled -- keeping your footing going through those things was always harder when you were seven feet tall -- and looked around. He had to admit that he'd never actually been to a summer camp, but this looked a good deal like they'd always appeared on television and such. Cabins, a mess hall, greenery, a flag...

A flag with a Monobear on it.

"C’est des conneries," he grumbled, and reached for his Holo-Caster. "I had better get a signal in here..."

"Boss-man?"

Lysandre paused, finger on the dial button. Slowly, he started to turn around. He hadn't made it the whole way when something hit him from behind.

"Whoa," he heard Clarice (unmistakably) say as he fell. "Sorry, but I guess this is my lucky day. Wherever you came from, you're gonna be easier to frame than the lance lady from medieval Orre or wherever, y'know?"

He didn't know, but he wasn't in any condition to argue the point.

It's time for Round Two!

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