DOOM DEMANDS A KINK MEME

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C&C KINK MEME

• Leave a prompt involving some characters, logged in or anon!
• Fill other prompts, logged in or anon, because everybody needs some loving! Except Zoidberg.
• Both writing and drawings are fine!
• Nothing TOO hideous or illegal.
• If you so desire or have incredibly underage characters, you can also request non-pornographic, fluffy or just plain stupid things! (IE- KATE AND BUCKY FINALLY GO ON A FUCKING DATE)
• NOBODY IS FUCKING LATE EVER IT IS A SLOW-BURNING MEME AND I WILL FIGHT YOU
• This text has been cannibalized from Leah and prior to that Zero. Delicious third generation cannibalization what.

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[(Anonymous)]

The Cloak of Levitation had seen many things, both wondrous and horrific-- Ethereal and firmly grounded in all that could be considered worldly. Never, however, had it met a creature that understood it quite as the fishnets had appeared to.

Even Wong, for all his endless sympathies regarding their master's peculiarities couldn't quite grasp what it was to be worn by a sorcerer so powerful. To feel magic swirling all around, inside and out of your personage. The fishnets, though. They understood. They had experienced similar with their mistress, though she seemed generally less inclined to go diving out a subway car into another realm at a moment's notice. Even so, in their nylon blended fibers they held that inexplicable aura of understanding and the Cloak sought them out for solace and comfort as it hadn't ever sought another garment.

Which is the two signature pieces found themselves tangled together helplessly clinging to one another on the floor of the Sanctum. The Master was out feeding the pigeons in Washington Square and the fishnets' owner was with him. The Cloak's few remaining scraps of pride were at least protected by the knowledge that the master felt for Zatanna as it did for her clothing. But the utter embarrassment as it listened to the latch on the front door open and the footsteps descend upon entryway still burned its indigo yarns intensely. It tried to rise and separate itself from the fishnets and yet, to no avail. And even as it attempted the doomed motion, it knew that it didn't really want to leave them there, cold, alone on the wooden flooring.

Half a minute later found the two magicians staring at their clothing with near-identical appraising expressions. The Cloak's threads burned of mortification, even as its master's eyebrow cocked in disbelief.

"Well, Stephen... Maybe I won't have to steal that poor, magnificent cape from you after all. Maybe the fishnets have done it for me."

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[(Anonymous)]

Yes.