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[rewritale]

[ ooc : hey kids sorry i've been MIA the new project + i've got a vacation so i've got a long hiatus i'll be back in february i apologize for never getting around to some starters i owed... see yall soon! ]

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Kamran ponders for a moment, going through the list of names he knows. The Devil Man of Hellhall... the title sounds familiar, many variations of such moniker exist, but he can't quite pinpoint where this Hellhall is. "I apologize for my ignorance, but I can't for the lfie of me remember the exact story. But it is still an honor to meet you, Mr. Devyl." From the way the man carries himself and the attire, it seems like Crewel is a hunter of sort. An expertise like that must come in handy and even aside from that practical interest, Kamran is curious to hear about the man's story.

"It has a certain charm to it, but I wouldn't say it is something I'm accustomed to." He admits as he is quite enjoying the foreign custom and celebration. Festivity is one of the biggest joys one can find during travels. "It seems I've met a kindred soul. I do admit I enjoy the company of my fellow sinners..." Kamran returns a smile. "So what is your sin, Mr. Devyl?"

The politeness was appreciated, if a bit much in Crewel's eyes. As much as he tried to be, the hunter wasn't exactly one for many words. Fancy words in short sentences, yes, he could manage that, but too much talking took away from action. "Hardly a gentleman, darling," he shrugged, continuing his search, "Crewel Devyl, but you've probably heard of me as the Devil Man of Hellhall." He hoped. There was a reason The Devil Man was a known legend and the name Crewel Devyl was not.

Agrabah sounded like a curious place, somewhere else Crewel was adding to the list of realms to visit. He could only imagine what beast lurked there, what trophies and skins he could bring back from his conquest. "Nor I," Crewel laughed, "all of this seems like a spectacular waste of time." Providing for others and asking for nothing in return? Crewel could hardly fathom that idea. "Not worried darling," he turned and gave Kamran a knowing smirk, and a wink, "I think it's an absolute."

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Merlin hops off of the chair, casting a simple prestidigitation to clean himself a little bit (only a little bit, he still smells of Nick). He then unceremoniously picks up his scattered clothes. "You know me too well." He grins before feigning a shocked look as the lists appear. "Wait, you're serious? I was on the naughty list?" Not that it matters now that he's moved to the nice list... and not that he cares, he still doesn't miss a chance to whine. "Wow, I'm hurt. I've been the nicest little shit this year and I was still on the list before I suck you off."

father christmas didn't think that this was what he was going to be doing when someone sat on his lap, but merry christmas! he finally catches up his breath as the two of them share another steaming kiss. then, he pulls his shaft out of merlin slowly so that the demon is free to do what he wants with his body. “knowing you, you're going to have to find someone in a couple of hours again.” he laughs rather loudly, wiping some of the sweat from his forehead. he magically summons the naughty & nice lists and moves merlin's name over from the naughty column to the nice column. “seems like you won't just be getting coal this year.” 

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Jeb can smell the faint fear... no, alert. Wariness wafting from their new friend. That delights them. They are monsters by their nature, and they exist to be feared and shunned and hated. "Does that make us your first?" They ask as the mist spills out of their form, clinging to Vilem along with their arms. "Would you like to live longer?" Their question rings dark and hollow, with unearthly glints in their eyes. Many humans they have encountered wanted immortality without knowing the risk of being endless. Of course, Jabberwocky can help them exist forever. Within their domain. Lost in the mist forever.

the wrapping of the arms is just a hug. that's what vilem has to say to himself to believe that they're not going to unhinge their jaw and swallow him whole right then and there. honestly, he doesn't really know what jeb can do. that puts him off above all else. if he knows, he might be able to protect himself. “well i don't have any monster friends, so.” he always judges them before they can get too close. he doesn't count zeke as a friend either, considering he kicked the wolf out of bed the last time they had sex. “i'm fifty-eight. average life expectancy of humans is in between seventy and eighty, although some have been known to live over one hundred.” not that he thinks he's going to be in that special category. the lick to his cheek makes him look over at jeb again, still not moving much. “ahh, my beard. sometimes i forget it's not black anymore.” he chuckles softly, a clear joke from his part. vilem knows he's old.

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Merlin just flashes a knowing smile. No need to confirm what they both know. In one fluid motion, he joins in the dance with the God of Chaos. As far as gods and their immortal forms go, this one is quite salivating. "A little mishap, no harm done?" Merlin shrugs, "I was thinking something along the line of spiking the drinks, but I like your idea."

"Now who said we don't want that?" The God of Chaos said what with a smirk. "Who do you think induced the first one?" Eris smiled softly and looked at Merlin with a smirk. Moving his body towards the Magician, his shirt partially open right down the middle. Moving his arm to rest around the male's shoulders and slowly dancing with him to the slow music that was playing. "See those few couples right there? What if we do russian roulette with their powers and abilities? See how they react to a thirty minute change of supernatural identity. See nothing too bad."

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Merlin hums, wondering what kind of legacy the king means. He did write and left some texts around the realms or had his hands in some events, but it's not like he keeps the track of those. All legacy in the end is for naught and will be forgotten... Not that Merlin would deny recognition, but right now, he is just here to run some quick errands. No need for fanfare.

"You'd be surprised how many wizards abuse their apprentices... but yes, in theory." Merlin dismisses that thought with a small smile, "If you'll have me, I'm more than happy to offer my services." He reminds himself that he is not just his alone self anymore. He is the court magician of Avalon and Arthur's reputation is at stake if he causes too much trouble. And contrary to popular belief (and it is popular for a reason), Merlin is capable of acting courteous. He just can't be bothered most of the time.

He lets out a whistle at the sight. The castle is definitely a spectacle. "It is not uncommon for a gift to show up after skipping a generation," he muses, "and I'm sure I don't need to repeat the age-old saying of the curse of the gift." Magic comes with a price, and often a hefty one at that. Without proper guidance, one can easily lose everything they hold dear. "You are still young, Your Majesty. The control will come to you as you grow older. In the meantime, if you need some pointers, I could recommend some exercises and practices."

Elsen smiled and shook his head with a bright smile. But he would respect the other's reservations for the moment. He knew the other probably didn't want to be flashy or cause attention to himself, which she heavily respected. "Yeah. Right. But I will respect that for now. But you definitely know that your legacy proceeds you." Elsen said with a soft expression. "You have a point. But I mean aren't the gifted always supposed to help each other and give out pointers and wisdom?" He said softly and looked at Merlin with a curious expression, before leading him through the doors of the palace that she resided in. It was extremely flashy, something that had movie quality, but Elsen definitely wasn't as materialistic as he used to be.

"Yes I was born with it. Uh.... I nearly killed my brother once. My social anxiety made me freeze my heart, because I thought that I was unloved because of my powers - because it skipped a generation in my family and neither did my brother inherit the powers." He turned to look at Merlin softly. "Don't worry my heart is unthawed now. I learned better control now, but I was kind of a ... 'bitch' back then to people because I thought I didn't deserve anything... kind." Elsen said as they walked up the stairs towards his chambers.

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Merlin surveys the room he lands on. Is it a room? The floor is creaking, swaying, and he hears the sound of waves. His plane shift spell must have gotten the coordinates wrong. He was aiming for a land and instead arrived on a ship... The magician supposes that it's better than falling into the water. As the door opens and a man with a hook for a hand comes in, Merlin whips around with his both hands held up as a universal sign of 'I mean no harm'. "Just a passing magician? I wouldn't say I dared to board your... Jolly Roger?" So this must be the Captain Hook, he notes to himself, "Didn't exactly plan on coming here, it was mostly an emergency landing. So if you could give me like, five minutes or so I'll get out of your hair, Captain."

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Hook ran his ship like, well, the Navy —not that he would know what that is— which meant nothing happened on there that he didn't have express knowledge about. Nobody dared cross him. If they did, they found out the hard way just how expertly he manipulated his titular appendage.

So this one quiet night, hearing a commotion in his private cabin, he needed to set someone straight.

"Who dares board the Jolly Roger without my approval...?" Hook asks, slowly approaching the noise, his hooked hand guiding the way. "Choose your words carefully, matey, as they may very well be your last..."

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His breath hitches as the breath hits his ear. Even though he doesn't remember what Kaa had him do under hypnosis, Martin has a good idea from the way it ended or how he woke up. And the touch is more than enough to bring back those memories. Calling him papi is just low. "Every time. You've led me wrong every time." Martin growls lowly, remembering some humiliating or compromising position he found himself after waking up next to Kaa... He jumps a little when the tongue runs against his earlobe. The years of training and conditioning kick in, and Martin whips around to push away the snake. With his eyes open and landing directly on Kaa's mesmerizing eyes with pulsating colors. "Son of a–" his cussing dies out as the hypnosis takes hold of him. Unfortunately, Martin has fallen under this spell one too many times and he falls completely almost instantly, with his eyes reflecting the same color as Kaa's.

He knew that Martin was going to be a feisty one. And that the male was going to put up a fight with him. It's how it always went with Martin, but he knew to see through that, because there was always going to be a point where he gave in. With his arms wrapped around Martin's neck and snaking down to his chest, from behind him, so he could easily whisper into his ear. "What's the matter...." he pouted, with a slight hiss in the echo of his voice. "You think I look ugly, papi? I promise if you look at me... you won't think so.... have I ever lied to you or led you wrong." he said, feigning a slight pout in his voice. "When have we ever not had fun....M-a-r-t-i-n...." He sung the male's name, slowly letting his tongue trail the outline of Martin's ear lobe. "I'll put them away, if you pull something out. It's only fair." he teased even more.

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"Fetching. That's a fun word," they laugh, cackling along with the echoes around them. The appearance of this form wasn't exactly planned. Because of their nature as a mirror, Jabberwocky just ended up mirroring and twisting the man that slayed Jabberwock... Ironic. Wait, is that ironic? They could never understand it. Either way, having a form that appeals to human desires is advantageous. They shall make a good use out of this...

Jeb watches like a curious bird as the king takes the pants off. They reach down instinctively, fondling with the erect cock in their hand. "Ah, yes, penis. Cock. Dick... the shaft. We know what this is," they say, slowly finding a way to stroke it gently. "It's warm and... leaking." They look back at Alaric, processing what the king meant by 'taste'. Humming, they scoops a drop of pre from the head with their fingertip and places it against the tongue. Interesting flavor, but the act itself... intrigues them. "We shall try devour lust." They declare dramatically before kissing the head of the cock.

"Mmm I want to find the depths of the pleasures that can be granted by this new form of yours. Whether you intended it or not, you did build a fetching one. Your stop gap is the first part of being a dangerous predator to humans, beautiful." Alaric let out that soft needy little moan of pleasure as his hand moved through Jeb's hair to the back of his head, staring down at him as those normally clear silvery blue eyes clouded with want. Lust indeed.

"There is more than just my blood you can taste you know. If you desire it." he said with a little smile as his hard cock spring free from his pants as the mist pulled them down, tall and grand as a king should be. "Please allow me the pleasure of your new form."

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"Oh, yeah, that's one of the tourist spots and their pride, et cetera, et cetera. Though global warming is ruining that for everyone in that realm." Merlin muses, talking about anything that comes to his mind whether or not the other understands him. Typical of him. "Here, let me help you," he snaps his finger, conjuring small globes of flame and warmth, hovering around Moana. "Just make sure you drink lots of fluid and stay warm." Cross-dimensional diseases, though not common, can still be nasty... "Uhh, he's like... wait, how old is he now?" The magician grimaces as he considers that question himself. In his defense, mortal age is difficult to gauge for immortals. "Arthur is... I don't know, in his twenties? Thirties? Something like that. He has his own... font of wisdom, I'd say." After being told off by the courtiers, Merlin has learned not to badmouth his own king around other people... "But he's still got lots to learn. Plus he doesn't exactly sail, I don't think. So that'd be educational."

moana heard stories about these mountains that are so high that they had snow on top, but he's never seen them in person. " my grandmother told me stories about these mountains. it must be beautiful, being able to live by the ocean and in that same island seeing snow. must be very magical. " he sure would love to see it sometime. " oh, i see. that make sense. well, i sure hope i don't get sick. but it's so nice to be able to see all this snow. but i guess we all have our limits. " moana was just intrigued by everything. learning all these new things. it was fascinating. this was no different. " a king with age to his side, he must be wise then. and i would love to meet him sometime. and teach him the ways of our people. "

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Martin does his best not to show any fear standing in front of the mighty weretiger. He hates how... any time he faces the man, he has to look up. Makes him feel smaller, weaker. And a part of him will always see Khan as the leader. His boss. But that is the sentiment of the past, and Martin has made his choice. "You know I don't go by that name anymore." His growl is low, annoyed, but that is as far as he would go. He understands that he upset or even hurt Khan– maybe that is far-fetched but who knows, not Martin– with his decision so he leaves it at that.

He knows he trespassed on the cartel's territory, and Martin usually avoids treading on their turf... But he had a job. His target escaped into this territory and, well, he expected a trouble. He just didn't expect Khan himself would show up. "I've got my reasons," Martin sighs, grabbing Khan by the wrist and pulling that paw off of him. He is too old to be called 'boy' but obviously the tiger king doesn't care and Martin would be lying if hearing that word has a certain effect on him... "Of course you do... Look, I didn't come here looking for a trouble. Any way we can talk this out? If you think I'm just gonna stand here while you make an example out of me, then you're dead wrong."

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When the weretiger had heard that the other had shown his face around, Khan knew... He had to do something about it. He had to make sure that his inner circle, those that were part of his crime syndicate that were weres, knew very well that one didn't just cross Khan and get away with it - and Bagheera had certainly done so. Leaving the organization so he could take care of the man cub had angered Khan, profusely, but he didn't waste any of his resources hunting the man down because he knew... one day, he'd return.

And then he would get his revenge.

"Bagheera, my old friend..." Khan spoke, his amber eyes gleaming with something sinister as he approached the other were-creature, moving to place a hand upon his shoulder. "Why now of all times did you show up, hmm? Especially here, now?" With the portals having been opened, their reunion could have potentially been elsewhere but... as it stands, it isn't. "You know I have to make an example of you, boy. You know no one crosses me without paying the price."

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Jeb studies Jules, licking and touching and feeling the warm body against his suits made out of flesh. He has the understanding of human physiology to some degree... but not quite on what makes them tick. The way that their cock hardens, the organ which is also used for urination, is fascinating to the mist monster pretending to be a human. There is a stark difference between knowing what a penis is and seeing it coming alive with your touch. Their hand wraps around the shaft, careful not to hurt the human, and Jeb looks back at Jules with curiosity. "Does this touch please you?" They ask as the tendrils wrap around it. "What else would you like us to touch?"

Jules gives in to the magic surrounding them, mist obscuring the world around them until it's only their naked bodies in the shimmering void Jules most associates with the Jabberwock.

But even caught up in the scents and touches and words, Jules knows to always be careful.

"I surrender my body for a time of lust," they moan, gripping Jeb's shoulders. "I give myself in tutelage so that you may more understand the beautiful carnality of a physical form."

They feel their cock rise and press between their hard bodies and they moan loudly.

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Ivor crosses his arms, definitely thinking about reaching for a dirk on his belt. The laughter does little to vanish his sudden mistrust. Well, he probably should have doubted this weird man before coming all the way up here. He can't say this is the first time he was lured by the promise of flying...

"Yes, yes, I know I'm very pretty," he rolls his eyes, not a big fan of the word 'pretty' or how patronizing that sounds... even if it might have been a compliment. "So what's the powder for? Is it some kind of magic?" Ivor checks his clothes for the gold speckles. He is not entirely unfamiliar with magic, but he doesn't know what this particular powder does. "Maybe a demonstration wouldn't be so bad..." He says, glancing over his shoulder at the drop.

unlike most rational and sane people elsewhere in the world, peter never possessed nor has he ever developed a fear of heights. after spending more than a hundred years flying over rooftops and even tall mountain peaks, he wasn't afraid of falling to his doom. he had great faith in his happy thoughts and the magic of pixie dust to always catch him. besides, no accidents have occurred in the amount of time he's been doing this. clearly he's doing something right.

at the accusation, peter burst out into a fit of laughter. he's never heard of anyone mistake pixie dust for a drug before, even when one of his lost boys decided to snort the golden substance once because of a dare. the consequences of such foolish actions certainly proved to be severe if not completely hilarious. "i'm hurt you'd think i would do such a thing," peter replied, clutching his heart and feigning great offense. "i'd never harm that pretty face of yours. like i said, i'm here to catch you if ya fumble." he hummed in thought and placed a finger on his lips. "i could also give a demonstration if you want."

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"Ugh, exploration, adventure, that all sounds fun. Better than these parties and balls and... all this." Ivor gestures back at the party. The formality, the clothes that are kind of itchy and stuffy, shitty drinks. He misses roaming the lands with his brothers. "Nah, I've just been to, the place with King Stefan's palace and here. I bet they are handy, going to places we didn't even know exist... that's fucking brilliant, isn't it." He groans out a sigh, hanging his head low, putting his weight on Crinán. But the man is built like a brick wall. He can lean on all he wants. Unless Crinán pushes him away in which case he would back up. This is just how Ivor shows friendship.

Ivor looks back at the other prince before poking him in the cheek. "I usually do what I wanna do, lad. Do I look obligated?" He asks as he loosens the collar of his formal attire. Pouting, Ivor lets out a huff. "I know you do, but I just figured you could use a friend after, well, everything." Ivor can't say he fully understands what Crinán has gone through and is going through. But he still wants to be there for him. Is that so bad? He stands straight back up, huffing again, before grabbing Crinán by the wrist and starting to drag him toward the kitchen. "I saw what looked like a pantry in the kitchen, or I'm sure they have something good in the cellars. Let's go explore. Hunt for food... I'd kill for some good ale right now."

ivor  was  right,  this  was  definitely  not  crinan's  typical  way  to  spend  his  days,  but  even  he  found  himself  curious  when  presented  with  the  idea  of  there  being  other  kingdoms  far  different  from  their  own  home  &  even  better,  the  means  to  travel  between  them.  he'd  found  oz  quite  fantastical  &  was  drawn  to  explore  the  north  pole  after  his  return.  though  he  was  avoiding  most  of  the  so-called  festivities  here,  simply  because  deep  down  in  his  heart,  he  didn't  feel  like  celebrating.  what  could  he  possibly  celebrate?  "i've  come  to  explore,  mostly.  i've  got  to  admit  these  portals  appear  to  be  quite  handy.  have  you  traveled  far  through  them  yet?  i  can  recommend  quite  a  few  places."  at  the  end  of  the  day,  every  place  was  better  than  home,  simply  to  ease  his  conscience.  ivor  was  quite  the  curious  creature,  but  crinan  kept  these  thoughts  to  himself.

he  didn't  pull  away  out  of  the  embrace,  though  he  didn't  know  how  to  reciprocate  it  either.  not  that  it  would  matter  much  this  way.  "you  didn't  have  to.  you  set  me  free,  you  are  by  no  means  obligated  to  keep  me  company.  or  help  me  any  further.  i've  had  my  own  battles  to  fight."  not  ...  physical  ones,  at  least  not  many  of  them.  "of  course.  please,  the  smell  alone  of  whatever  this  is,  makes  my  stomach  churn.  where  are  you  proposing  we  go?"  he  could  eat  &  maybe  go  for  some  ale.  or  mead.  or  both. 

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Kamran strokes his beard, sizing up the prince consort up and down. He sure loves seeing a man in a position of power begging for his mercy. Or being on knees in front of him. "My, what a terrifying promise. Anything, you say?" His eyes glow in unearthly red as he focuses his hypnotic influence on Flynn. Nothing too direct or coercive... just lowering the young man's inhibition, goading his desperation and tugging at his lust. "What would you suggest, Your Highness? I am not an unreasonable man. I could just forget this ever happened with the just... compensation."

Flynn swallows hard. He's definitely fucked up big time now. He's supposed to be a representative for Corona. For his prince. He can't let this get even more out of hand.

"Please, Your Majesty," he begs, staying on his knees. "I don't have a real justification for my actions but I will do anything in order for this not to get worse for you or Corona. My stupidity shouldn't hurt any relationship."

He looks up at the sultan, begging him with his gaze.

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Merlin quickly catches the sign, undoing his own belt buckles and sliding the pants down to his ankles. Moaning onto the cock he is worshiping, Merlin eggs on the prince consort with a whisper, "believe me, it will take a lot more than this to break me." He says tauntingly. His part-incubus physiology and magic can go a long way. "So please... do your worst. As will I." He glances up with a devilish grin before licking away at the shaft.

Flynn moans, head dropping back as he feels the wet mouth on his cock head. He wonders if it was magic that got him so aroused quickly but that thought drifts away in the pleasure.

"That's right, magic man. Get it nice and wet. Don't want to rip open that cute ass of yours."

He bends over the kneeling man, running a hand down his back until it reaches said ass. He slides his middle finger down the crack, teasing the edge of the tight hole.

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[ ooc : sorry i've been slow folks started working on a new project and been exhausted from that lol will try to get to the rest of the replies during the weekend?? going forward i will probably get the replies out on weekends ]