AKA The Return of Dominatrix!Kitty

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Kitty adjusted her dress. As a dominatrix, she had to modify her style to whatever person she was trying to seduce. Today, it was a brony. Kitty liked the show herself, so she had the materials for a costume. And who didn't love princess ponies? And a fan favorite too!

She sat down in her chair and draped a blanket over her head and wrapping it around her body just as someone knocked on the door. She ignored it, picking up a book and pretending to read.

The door opened, and she looked up. "Why, hello there," she said, a purring sound in her voice.

"Um, hi," World-Jumper said. "You must be Kitty."

"Yes," she said, suddenly realizing the purring wasn't quite right. "You're the brony. World-Jumper."

"Yes," he said, looking somewhat confused.

She rose from her chair and sashayed towards him, swaying her hips just enough to show under the blanket she kept clutched around her. She came to a stop an inch from his face.

"So," she whispered, leaning in and running a finger down his ear, "Who is best pony?"

"T-Twilight," he replied as her hand traced a line across his shoulder.

"Oh, Twilight," she said. "Wonderful pony." She let go of the blanket.

World-Jumper stepped back. "Not Twiacorn! I hate Twiacorn!"

Kitty reclosed the distance between them and raised her eyebrows, smiling seductively. "Then take off my wings."

"With pleasure," he said, and pulled. He tossed the wings on the ground triumphantly, then suddenly realized that he had removed more than the wings.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and he succumbed.

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So sorry, you two. But what with Dominatrix!Kitty and the fact that you're both bronies, I had to do something.

Despite the fact that some participants are named, it is safe to assume that everyone who signed up is here and everyone who didn't is not, because that is exactly what is happening.
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The Board was buzzing with news of the annual Shipfest. Already close to a dozen posts had been made showcasing various Boarder ships, and the participants were cackling at their pairings or reacting with oddly tsundere-like proclamations of 'B-BUT I WOULD NEVER'.

Everyone knew the truth, of course, but this was all in good fun. At least... it was, until several Boarders decided that they actually liked their pairings and wanted to see if they had any merit and real life.

This in mind, these Boarders - and by 'these
Boarders' I mean Riese, Phobos, Neshomeh, Huinesoron, Khaosity, HerrWozzeck, and hermione of vulcan - decided to get everybody together at a physical meeting place rather than just the Board and set things up in such a way that romance would be entirely inevitable.

So they picked a totally unimportant city in an equally unimportant country and invited everybody to the first-ever Meet Your Shipficcers PPC Fest. Some people - such as Silken Dawn and DawnFire - headed straight over, while others, like firemagic, took some poking and prodding before they decided they should probably attend.

With everyone gathered there at once, the hormone level went through the roof, into space, and eventually punched a heart-shaped hole through the moon, which probably had some really bad consequences for things like the Earth's tides and the moon's orbit. But nobody cared about that, because with so many hormones absolutely nobody was able to resist their fellow Boarders and eventually a very different party went down.

Coincidentally, none who attended were ever permitted to set foot in that particular city ever again. Everyone agreed it was totally worth it.
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I should not be allowed near my keyboard after drinking three cups of coffee in a row.

HerrWozzeck entered Bryn's room. "What did you want to see me for?" he asked.

Bryn nodded. "I need help with something. Something I heard that you're good at, that I can't do by myself."

"Sounds serious," Herr commented.

Bryn shrugged, handing him a few sheets of paper. Herr's eyebrows rose, but he decisively nodded. "Let's do this."

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"Now we can go straight! Into the middle eight! A bridge that is too far for me!"

"I'll sing it in your face, while we both embrace!"

"And then, we'll change, the kee-eey!" They sang together, Bryn and Herr walking through the halls of the PPC, singing at the top of their lungs.

I'm definitely in for this one. GO ON. DO YOUR WORST.

Afternoon sunlight slanted down from the library's high windows. Only two remained inside at this hour, hunched over an enormous leather bound tome, united in their desire for learning.
"So you see," Khaosity explained, "it would really be 'dei ex machinae,' since you wanted to pluralize it."
Sergio Turbo nodded understandingly. He pointed to a word on the ancient Latin dictionary, but Khaosity reached at the same time, and their hands met over the well-worn pages. Two voices gasped; startled brown eyes looked into handsome and hot Italian ones.
For a moment, there was perfect silence. Then, Sergio finally found the courage to ask the question that had been burning in his mind for so long:
"Cogito ergo sum?"
Khaosity blushed furiously, but she matched his boldness. "E pluribus unum," she said, her voice like a caress.
Sergio gasped again. Could it be? "Post hoc, ergo propter hoc!" he declared. Now there could be no mistake- and no going back.
"Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet!!" Khaosity cried, and threw her arms around her study partner. Soon there was nothing but a flurry of passion and clothing discarded on the library floor. She conjugated his verbs, and he made sure ALL of her adjectives agreed.
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Ha... I should write romance novels for people who want to hit themselves repeatedly with blunt objects.

“Right foot...red!”

Karrin bit her lower lip, and slowly shifted so her foot rested on the mandated dot. Unfortunately this put her in an... awkward position.

“Nnn~” Plat squirmed slightly. “Watch it there, you.”

“Well, it’s hard to watch much of anything with you around,” Karrin retorted with a cute little pout.

“Mmm. Not that I’m complaining, of course...” Plat made the shift to Left Hand Green slowly, taking great care to accidentally brush against her, which placed the pair in an even more awkward position than before. This had the interesting effect of making Karrin flush a very bright shade of pink.

“Tease.”

“Bite me, Murph.” Plat stuck his tongue out at her childishly.

Karrin leaned forward and left a gentle bite on Plat’s ear, causing him to fall forward out of surprise. “What the-”

“You did say to bite you.” Karrin smiled wickedly up at him. “Not my fault if you weren’t ready for it.”

“Well, now that we’re here,” Plat purred, “shall we go for another round?”

“I suppose so, if you’re so eager to lose again.” Karrin’s smile grew even more wicked. “How about this time we make things a bit more... interesting?”

“Interesting how?” Plat’s cheeks began to heat.

Karrin didn’t answer, as her hips were already moving by themselves, wriggling out of her pants.

And so they played a more interesting round. Or three.

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Sorry, Plat. You're just too much fun not to use in these!

(because my brain remembered that in the Boarder Shipfic Fest there are no dumb ideas and I had five minutes to kill)

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KittyNoodles barged into Riese's room as he continued playing EVE. "Riese!" she shouted. "What exactly are these supposed to be!?" In her fists she held handfuls of tildes.

Riese grinned. "Don't you know what a tilde represents?~" he asked.

Kitty blinked in surprise, before smiling and dropping the tildes. "Ah, now I remember...~"

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DISCLAIMER: I have no idea what I'm talking about and did not make any attempt to format this or use readable English because I was laughing too hard. Just go with it.
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Riese was playing EVE one night when suddenly there came a knock upon his bedroom door. This disturbed Riese, as he was certain the sign on his door that read 'Trespassers will be shot - survivors will be shot again' would keep most people from knocking.

Shrugging, he stood up and walked over to the door, then opened it to see Plat standing there wearing a sexy smirk and nothing else.

"'Lo, Plat," Riese said, not really sure why there was a nekkid Plat in his hallway.

Plat's smirk turned into a sexy grin as he asked in a wine-smooth voice, "Do you mind if I come in, Riese?"

"Uh, could you put on some pa--"

But Riese quickly forgot what he was going to ask, because at that moment Plat swooned and sent Riese into a swoon.

"Sure, you can come in~..." Riese answered instead with a silly grin.

The two walked inside and closed the door and played a very different kind of game.
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I DON'T EVEN KNOW. -flees-

KittyNoodles was sitting in her favorite chair, reading Pratchett, when her door opened. Plat stood in the doorframe, backlit by the fiery glory of a California sunset.

“Hello there, Kitty.” Plat’s voice was wine-smooth as he leaned sideways against the frame, crossing his arms.

Kitty raised an eyebrow. “’lo, Plat. What brings you here?”

“I was in the neighborhood, thought I’d stop by.”

“In the neighborhood, huh?” Kitty mock-pouted, eyes sparkling with laughter. “You need an excuse to see lil’ old me?”

“Hey, hey.” Plat straightened up and came the rest of the way into the little bungalow. “Of course not. But I was trying to be suave.”

“Suave. You.”

“Hey, I’m allowed to be suave.”

“Suuuure. Remember what happened last time you tried to be ‘dashing and adventurous?’”

“Hey, that table was getting old anyway. Breaking it was a favor. And you got better.”

“You’ve never apologized for that, you know.” Kitty slipped a scrap of paper into her book to mark the place, and stood with a graceful, fluid motion that accentuated her curves.

“I’m uh…I’m…um…” Plat suddenly felt like the temperature had jumped at least twenty degrees. “I’m uh…”

“You’re what?” Kitty paced slowly toward him, hips swaying side-to-side, eyes never leaving his face.

“I’m suh…suh…”

Kitty reached him and pressed in close, arms wrapping around his waist as she whispered in his ear. “I can’t hear you, Plat.”

Plat was starting to sweat ever so slightly. “I…um.”

Kitty pressed him back against the wall, tracing a single finger along his collarbone. “Say it.”

“I’m. Um. I’m sorry.”

“I can't heeeear you~...”

“I’m sorry!”

Kitty smiled lazily. “Good boy. Now, how are you going to repay me for breaking it?”

“Um…I..I’ve got some money som-“ He cut off with a hiss of indrawn breath as Kitty left a long scratch along his neck with one fingernail.

“Not like that, Plat.”

“Uh. L-like what, then?”

Kitty’s eyes smouldered. “Oh, I have a few ideas.”

“I-ideas?”

“Ideas, Mistress.” Kitty corrected.

Plat swallowed. “Ideas, M-mistress?”

Kitty’s smile turned even more lascivious. “Yes, Plat. Ideas.” She crossed over to the door, then turned back to Plat. “Oh, don’t look do worried. You’ll like them, I think.”

“Y-yes, Mistress…”

The door closed.

It seemed like everyone always wanted Plat, but finally Bryn had gotten him alone, in a room with a real bed even. A long moment passed where the only sound in the room was their breathing, and they gazed at each other for what seemed like an eternity, each losing themselves in the other's eyes. Finally, Plat broke the silence.

"So."
"So?"
"Wanna play Kirby?"
"I... what?"
"Would you like to play Kirby with me?"
"Uh. Sure, I guess?"

And so they did.

Neshomeh and Phobos were lying in bed one afternoon, murmuring softly, and doing whatever it is that happily married couples do in bed together*, when Neshomeh suddenly jumped up, cursing.

"What is it?" asked Phobos, watching her pull on clothes** and dig for her red pen amongst various bedroom detritus.

"I'm late!" Neshomeh pointed with one hand to the clock on the other side of the bedroom as she pulled on a shirt. "I was supposed to have a beta-ing session with Herr Wozzeck in ten minutes, and I'll never get there in time!"

Phobos sat up. "But that means I'll be here all alone," he said, pouting.

Neshomeh sighed, and nodded. "I did promise... but you can always use a second beta, right?"

Nodding enthusiastically, Phobos jumped out of bed*** and followed her out the door.

"The problem is," Neshomeh muttered, turning corners at random, "That I'll never be able to find the place in time. Why is it so hard to distract oneself from one's destination?"

Phobos grinned. "I think I can help with that..." he said.

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Herr Wozzeck turned a corner at random, trying to not think about the library, or his beta meeting, and promptly tripped over Phobos and Neshomeh.

"Um... guys?"

They looked up. Neshomeh smiled cheerfully. "Oh! Herr! We were just... on our way to meet you!"

"For beta-ing," Phobos added helpfully.

"Er. So I see," Herr said, trying to close his jaw. "Are you... trying to find the library?"

They nodded.

"Do you need help?"

[And... scene.]


*Shadowrun, I assume.
**You don't need to be clothed to play Shadowrun!
***Scattering d6s, of course. Since that's what they were doing. Playing Shadowrun.

5'2", blue-gray eyes, petite, dark brown hair (shoulder-length), tends to wear steampunk stuff whenever possible. Prefers female pronouns; doesn't care about how she's shipped with people. Have fun.

"Oh, hey! You're awesome!"

"Well, yes, I know," BeautyID preened. "What brings this on?"

"Nothing!" Kaitlyn exclaimed (but did not explain). "You just are."

"Thank you," BiD acknowledged. "Now, how can I express my gratitude properly?"

"Oh, I can think of a few ways," Kaitlyn said - and leant in to kiss the other woman firmly on the lips.

After a while - a while that was filled with vaguely-watery noises - BiD asked, "Gratitude sufficiently expressed?"

"Hmm, I don't know," Kaitlyn said, her fingers trailing down the other woman's throat. "And of course, that was enjoyable - so now I have to show my gratitude, too..."

"We could be at this all day," BeautyID observed as Kaitlyn's fingers found her blouse's top button. She thought for a moment, and then added, "Good."

It wasn't too terribly long before the floor was strewn with clothes of various descriptions, a patchwork quilt of colours. Kaitlyn and BiD, on the other hand, were now seated on the floor, and displayed far fewer shades - a bit of brown, a bit of black, and quite a lot of skin-tones.

Also a hint of red, as BiD's tongue traced moist patterns over Kaitlyn's curves. Kaitlyn made a purring noise in her throat and stroked the other woman's hair lazily. A thought struck her, through the mists of pleasure. "Gosh - wouldn't you just die of embarassment if someone walked in just now?"

BeautyID lifted her head and considered this for a moment. "No," she decided. "I wouldn't notice."

Kaitlyn frowned. "Why not?"

"Because I'd be too busy doing this." And the brunette dived for Kaitlyn's waist.

Kaitlyn blinked. "Oh." Then, after a moment: "Oooh." And then, a little later: "Eep." Her hands, cut loose from central control, wandered vaguely over BiD's skin.

This apparently gave BeautyID ideas, as her hands swept down over Kaitlyn's stomach to vanish between her legs.

Kaitlyn let out a squeak.

There was a long period of considerable noise and movement.

Afterwards, Kaitlyn lay on her back, panting, her skin glistening with a film of sweat. She turned her head towards BeautyID, lying beside her in similar disarray.

"Oh, hey," the black-haired woman said, brushing tangled hair away from her face. "You're awesome."

I don't think I'm necessarily going to write a shipfic, that's just not my thing, but feel free to make one about me. (Then again, KittyReice has been pricking at my mind...as well as Dawn of Vulcan...) This should be interesting.

If you decide you need information on my appearance, I would be happy to tell you, though I'm kinda interested in seeing what you think of me from my board persona, rather than me just telling you.

Now, while I wait to see what happens, I have to go and try to write that darned meeting again and then my first mission.

Neshomeh had been waiting. It had been three hours since Huinesoron had left, saying he was going to "welcome back" the returning oldbies. Nesh knew what that meant, of course - who wouldn't want a piece of the hottest elf in the multiverse?

However, Nesh still hoped that Huinesoron wouldn't forget the oldbie that had stayed beside him (also under him, and over him, and wrapped around him) all those years. Those years…

The door opened, and a perfectly muscled leg entered the room, followed by an equally perfect torso and the handsomest face ever seen.

"Huinesoron!" Nesh cried.

"What, did you think I would forget all you've done for me?" Huinesoron said., running his hand across her shoulder and down her back. "How can I?"

"I couldn't forget what you have done for me," Nesh murmured.

"I think there are things we can do for each other right now," Huinesoron said.

"I thought maybe Starwind Rohana and BeautyID had done enough for you - ooh, that's nice."

"Not enough," Huinesoron said, then proceeded to show her exactly how much they needed each other.

***

Hope I haven't offended anyone. My gods, this is fun to write.

Go ahead.

Just over 5', light brown hair, color-changing eyes (ok, ok, they don't really, but...actually, after all the badfic, I wouldn't be surprised if I'd caught that Sue-trait). Approximately two decades old. Female, and whatever sexuality necessary.

One request, though...try not to scar me with what you write, ok? :)

~DawnFire

(May or may not have once posited a very meta-y relationship with someone named Agent Dawn. Make of that what you will.)

hS is male, British, brown hair, and rather too skinny for comfort. He may also be a Noldorin elf in disguise since the fall of Nargothrond, though the jury is still out on that.

Kaitlyn is female, American-but-most-Americans-think-she-sounds-British-now, loooong black hair, and glasses. Both are somewhere in their 20s (no, really - I lose track of this very easily).

Up next - shipping...

hS

Well, as the dirty-minded (ex-)editor of the Multiverse Monitor, I'm in. (Even if I'm only back for a brief visit.)

[This popped into my head when I saw that Tray-Gnome is apparently a squirrel.] Silken Dawn couldn't take it anymore. She desperately needed to feel some nuts in her hands. Tray-Gnome's nuts, to be exact. The squirrel in question was merrily scampering about its home forest, when it saw a tall shape approach. "I'm nuts about your nuts," Silken Dawn whispered. "Please show them to me." Tray-Gnome took her to a secret hiding place deep in the woods and exhibited its nuts. However, Silken Dawn frowned. "I'm sorry, but... I thought there'd be, well, more to them," she said disappointedly. "Why isn't there?" "I like to eat my nuts!", the anthropomorphized squirrel also known as Tray-Gnome exclaimed with a big grin on its face. Silken Dawn fainted. Shaking its head, the squirrel ran off, intent on securing more nuts for its food stash. [Sorry for overusing the word "nuts" and possibly for using "it" as a pronoun for Tray-Gnome, depending on whether I misinterpreted "agender" or not.]

I can't believe I (might have) been the origin of this madness.

Please, feel free to write about me. I am 6'4" with a muscular build, chin-length blonde hair, and I speak with an Albanian accent. Huinesoron has met me in person and can attest to the veracity of my self-description. You can pair me with anyone, male, female, in-between, EXCEPT the sons of Feanor, I CAN'T STAND those guys, ESPECIALLY Maglor, he's the absolute worst.

j/k I'm totally lying about the last thing.

Well, he wondered how many soldier jokes he was going to get. I don't think he expected THIS, though...

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"So... you're a soldier."

Desdendelle glanced to the side, looking at Doclit curiously. "Why?" he asked. "Why is it important to a doctor?"

"Oh, you know how it is," Doc replied nervously. "I... well, I make sure animals don't get shot up."

"You won't have to worry about that," Des commented. "I don't actually shoot animals."

"Oh." Doc glanced to the side, before turning back to Des. Doc's gaze turned from Des' handsome sandy-blonde hair around the rest of his body. "I guess you pack a lot of guns, huh? I mean, being in the military and all."

Des rose an eyebrow, and then smirked. "As a matter of fact, I do," he said. "But I'm trained not to fire them unless I'm given good reason to."

"Oh?" "And what reason might that be?"

Des simply smirked, leaning closer to []. "Perhaps we can find out. I've got some free time later today..."

And so, Des and Doc ended up testing Des' guns throughout the rest of the day.

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Sorry. Couldn't resist the number of gun-related euphemisms here. Hopefully you two aren't too bothered by it, LOL.

As everyone knows, all Italians are handsome and hot. Therefore, this was inevitable.

One day, Sergio Turbo stood in front of the mirror, admiring himself. He turned one way, and then the other, admiring his hot Italian body from all angles.

"My goodness, I am so handsome and hot, it's unbelievable. I can hardly believe it myself!" he said.

"I can believe it," said a husky voice.

Sergio spun around and beheld the most handsome man he had ever seen (besides himself, of course). The man was leaning in the doorway, one raised arm against the frame, which perfectly showed off his pecs. He wore a sultry grin on his face and little else.

"Who are you?" gasped Sergio.

"I'm Phobos," said he. "I have a hankering for some hot Italian sausage, and I heard you're the man to see."

Sergio folded his arms skeptically, although he was starting to feel a hankering of his own. "Maybe, but I don't give my sausage to just anyone. What makes you think you can handle it?"

"Well," said Phobos, sauntering into the room, "my family does come from the old country, and I have been known to make some damn good sausage myself. I'll show you my recipe if you show me yours."

This was agreed by both parties to be equitable, and they spent the rest of the evening sharing their hot Italian sausages until they were both sated.

(( I blame Kippur's meat series for the intrusion of the sausage euphemisms into what was supposed to be pure green-on-white smut. Oh well.

~Neshomeh ))

Not sure if I'm actually gonna write something, but feel free to use me as you see fit ;-) For the record, I'm 22, female, 165cm (whatever that is in feet/inches), have dark red waist-length hair (yes, really) and brown eyes. All ships are acceptable and amusing.

"All right, everyone," said Desdendelle from the front of the room. "We've got a show tonight and we still can't get this song right. Focus!"

"We've been at this for hours," complained Sergio Turbo. "The violin stings are hurting my fingers."

"Can someone turn my sheet music?" squeaked Tray-Gnome from the middle of the brass coils of his not-squirrel-sized tuba. "I can't reach it."

"This is not what I was promised," said Ivan, at the marimba. "Where are the tight leather pants? Where are the screaming fans?"

"You think tight leather pants just happen?" said Desdendelle. "Not without lots of rehearsal and a catchy hit song that everyone will forget within a week, they don't. Now focus."

"Can I switch my bagpipes for Riese's tambourine?" asked doctorlit.

"No," Des barked. "You switched earlier, and I told you you were stuck with the pipes. Can we just get on with this, guys?"

There was a lot of grumbling and shuffling around. Desdendelle started pondering the merits of a solo career.

Suddenly, from the back corner of the room, a woman spoke up. No one had noticed her until now because she was very quiet. She said, "So... I was going to recommend that someone get on top of the boy band. But you know what they say, 'If you want something done right...'" She she smiled and began working at her buttons. "Who's first?"

The guys in the room looked around at each other, unsure of what to do. This woman looked way too innocent to touch.

It didn't take long for Makari to set the record straight on that count and prove that looks can be deceiving.


((You really can't say things like "get on top of the boy band" around this game. It might give people ideas. -Phobos))

I'm a 19 year old Female ????(Read:I have no Idea whatsoever)Sexual

Please don't do anything crazy (yeah right)

I could swear we just had it, but now that I think about it, I guess it has been a whole year! Well, I dunno how well I can write shipping fic, but I'll try my hand at it, and as with last year I'm in too!

All kinds of ships, I guess. I'm male.

Pronouns he/they please :)

I missed out on the last one or two. If anyone really wants the details, I'm 24, female, blonde, and bespectacled. Oh, and English.

You can call my character Hermione. Shoulder length curly brown hair, glasses, brown eyes. 5'4". Bisexual for the purposes of this. Make Star Trek, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, or My Little Pony references.

I probably won't write myself, but have fun. Please don't scar me. (hides in corner a la Fluttershy)

*whispers* I'm up for shipping any which way, including cargo. :)

Go ahead, ship me. I wonder how many army jokes will be used.

I'll join in
19, whatever, whatever.

oh, can I add in that people aren't supposed to write about themselves? just to avoid last years mishap?

Twenty-two, female*, bisexual, short and blond.


*not particular about gender, though

Because if so, I'm all for!

And I ship the Madoka fans, the Nanoha fans, and the bronies (separately, but together would work, too). Friendship is magic, indeed. *eyebrow waggle*

~Neshomeh

Twenty-six-year-old asexual male. It would probably be useful to ignore the asexual part, though.

An idea has already presented itself, so I will be back with a fic later today.

-Phobos

19, pansexual, and agender!

22-year-old bisexual guy here. Go wild, ladies and gentlemen. =P

21 years old straight male. Ship to your heart's content.

I may or may not write, though-- finals are upon me and ahuerhulfhn...

Probably will not post, but feel free to use me as a character in any and all ensuing insanity!

And I call out (but don't plan to write): Riese and Lielac. If all parties are willing, of course. Otherwise ignore my calling-out.

I may not post, but feel free to have your wicked way with me...~

Though usually I seem to be too innocent to be touched. Also, I'm quiet and say nothing.

May I recommend that someone get on top of the boy band vintage before it goes off?

And as usual, feel free to ship me to the moon with whoever you choose.