Lovelocked & Airlicked: the Airlocked kink meme

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shamelessly ripped from the Dangan Roleplay Kink Meme

GUIDELINES/RULES:

1. All requests- smut, fluff, gen or otherwise (alternate murders, anyone?)- are welcome so long as it's about Airlocked.
2. Fic and art fills are all good.
3. This is for all rounds of Airlocked. Intermingled cast requests ("what if so-so and so-so from this and that round met?" and this includes "IC" requests from the canon Airlocked fandom all over the galaxy) are acceptable.
4. Stay anon because it's funner that way.
5. There's going to be enough dicks to go around we don't need you to be one too.
6. Use proper trigger/content warnings for sensitive and/or offensive subjects, just like you would in Airlocked proper.
7. This is a judge free zone, however, I only ask that you be mindful of character ages, esp. in regards to the younger characters.
8. If you do not want your character to be involved with the smut or things that make you uncomfortable please contact me. This is ultimately just for fun and I would hate for it to become upsetting for anyone.
9. Respect player wishes if they ask to not have their character be in smut or anything out of their comfort zone.

Have fun, darlings! If any rules are violated please don't hesitate to to alert one of the mods.

 

 

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

"Are you done yet? I'm starting to worry!"

"Worry not." With a flush, Thomasin walked out of the stall and started washing her hands in the cracked sink. She nodded to Jane, who was leaning against the wall. "I was simply interested by the words."

"The words?" Jane looked around the dingy department store washroom, which, with its flickering lights, mildew, and cracked orange tile, hadn't been updated since the 6740's. She clapped her hands. "Hoo hoo! You mean the restroom graffiti! Oh, yes, people always seem to have a good time defacing the facilities! Of course, it's frowned upon, but it's usually quite harmless. The stall I was in had a few so-and-so-plus-so-and-so hearts! ...At least I think that's what they are, the shape was a little odd, but perhaps that's because alien hearts would be different."

Thomasin pulled her hands out of the water and looked at Jane. "Mine had inscripted on the door a twenty-line poem describing in detail the vulgar acts the stall's then-occupant would like to perform on or with space television actor Mirak la Tsimh. And five telephone numbers."

"Oh!" Jane laughed nervously. "Yes, well, sometimes we don't get very clean ones..."

Thomasin was already taking a hand towel and going into the next stall over. "And this one is talking about a space senator. Are political opinions common?"

"Just about everything is," Jane said. She paused and followed Thomasin into the open stall, then pulled out a pen from her skirt pocket.

"Pray tell, what aimest thou to inscribe?" Thomasin asked.

Jane simply scribbled QUESTION IG7 above the toilet paper dispenser.

"That'll show someone," she said. "Come on, I think Miss Natsuhi might finally be done arguing with Togami about wasting all our credits. As much as I like to dunk on him, it's been ruining this entire mall trip."