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[eumenis]

This is a catch-all PSL post for smut, heavy violence, and kink-meme prompts. Please check with me via PM before putting a starter here! (If we're already doing a shippy or smutty thread elsewhere, no need to move it here.)

Character Information

Name: Furiosa (AKA Imperator Furiosa, AKA Furiosa Jobassa) Canon: Mad Max: Fury Road Canon Point: Variable. Usually shortly post-movie. Age: Variable, usually played as thirty-something. Sexuality: Right in the middle of the Kinsey scale. I will happily ship/smut F/M or F/F. Defaults to dominant or no power differential, but with buildup and CR may be willing to be submissive. Please feel free to ask! AU?: Modern AU available, as well as assorted historical AUs, fantasy, and superhero-style. Multiverse/Nexus friendly with prior OOC discussion. Rule 63?: Generally speaking, I'm okay with interacting with genderflipped characters and canonmates, so throw them at me--but you will never find me playing a genderflipped Furiosa.

Yes

(IC favorites in bold) Cunnilingus (giving or receiving--look, she has an AO3 tag) Groups/poly-shipping Cuddling Massage Biting Vaginal sex Handjobs/fingering Femdom (giving, receiving if she knows/trusts her partner) Multiple orgasms (giving or receiving) Consensual Teasing/pleasure denial Toys Pegging (giving or receiving with a toy) Romance Dirty talk Licking Humor Sex in/on vehicles Outdoors Bathing/underwater Fellatio (giving) Anal (receiving. mostly she just thinks of this as birth control and has no strong feelings about it. impress her.) Temperature play Praise kink Scratching Breastplay

Ask First

Restraints Artistic bondage BDSM Spanking Mommy kink Dubcon Gunplay Breathplay Knifeplay Sexual pain Choking Flogging/striking/slapping Hatesex Fighting leading to sex Verbal abuse Consensual non-consent Pregnancy A/B/O, knotting (requires discussion. I'm more interested in the social ramifications of A/B/O AUs than the mechanics of boning in them.) Foodplay (not a squick, she's just not going to want to waste food) Face-sitting (the player is not a fan, but IC, Furiosa might not mind) Interspecies (discuss. there's a fine line between interspecies and bestiality; we might not have the same definitions) Petplay Master/slave Double penetration Instant hookups Pseudo-rape (see my note on non-con, below) Fisting (99.9% chance I'm not interested, but you can ask) Lactation

No

Watersports Scat Emesis Ageplay/Infantilism Vore Bestiality Unrealistic sex (i.e. inflation, impalement) Tentacles Immortan Joe/People Eater/Kalashnikov (including Rule 63 versions. will happily play gen, but no smut) Amputation fetish/stump worship (kissing scars is fine, nothing more extreme, please--however, semi-sexual interest in her prosthesis as a symbol of power is acceptable) Macro/Microphilia Prolapsed anything Nonconsensual Death

Notes

Ways to Get Insta-Failsex--(I don't mind playing failsex, whether it's because she's having a panic attack or just turned-off, but you may want to be aware of these): 'Daddy' Immortan Joe canonically referred to himself as Daddy with both wives and war boys. You might get hit. 'Breeding' Even if going for pregnancy, it's wise to avoid this word. Any specifically misogynistic verbal abuse (i.e. 'bitch', 'slut'), unless previously discussed IC as part of a scene. And finally, a note on non-con/rape: It's not my kink, and it's decidedly not Furiosa's kink, but it is a big part of her reality. She might, with someone she highly trusts, play out a pseudo-rape scene as a kind of catharsis, whether as victim or perpetrator, because she is the kind of person who pushes herself into things just to prove she can handle them. This would be far more psychological than sexual. Likewise, I'm not 100% opposed to a line or plot where she's forced to be the perpetrator (or victim) of sexual abuse, but I would be VERY picky about how and with whom, and again it would be psychological horror, not kinky smut.

Comments

[steeledheart]

Samir - Halberd, he's called by some, but he responds to one as easily as the other, or simply sir by a number of others in Sovereign's organization - is a rather simple man on first appearances. Polite and reserved, a spine that's more than strong enough to keep him upright around those who would prefer to skulk about, a sense of honor and dignity that seems it should have gotten him killed were it not for how capable he is...in short, he almost seems as though he belongs out of a storybook fable of knights and chivalry, instead of working for a man who's already taken over a country and has eyes on the rest of the world.

Not that it's ever stated outright, of course. Olviran is a peaceful land, despite its war-torn past, and the people there are good, decent-hearted sort who are enjoying the reign of their President-King despite his recent...eccentricities. Samir fights so strongly for them, and, indeed, others, attempting to hold that peace and make it so as few lives are lost as possible. It goes without saying that they will still be lost, but he's almost brutally efficient in his orders and tactics, demanding everything from those whom he works with and especially himself. It also goes without saying that he doesn't have nearly as much control over Immortan Joe's men, and his poker face is strained to its limits at times as he patiently tries to structure and-or adjust things to less...chaotic disasters. Mostly he interacts with them as little as possible, simply observing, reporting, and doing as he can to maintain the lines between the organization while taking those drinks.

And then taking in Furiosa's company.

She's...interesting. One of the few in that organization that doesn't make his skin crawl. He finds himself warming up slowly, though he's well aware of the chance that this is simply a tool to be used at best, and, at worst, a weakness. Something he cannot let himself afford, not when he's only half-joking when he admits (after a number of drinks one night) that if he spent the time looking over his shoulder for a dagger actually getting things done they'd have conquered Europe by now. Despite the respect he gets from his own, it mostly comes from those under him, and even then there are plenty who would love to climb over his corpse to gain rank. It's hard for him to find any sort of relaxation, not when he's punishing himself for every failure as much as his superiors, not when he's driving himself on for an unspoken mistake that will lead him to losing himself for long periods at a time before being pulled back.

Letting Furiosa play with him is strangely distracting. A strangely pleasant distraction, though old habits die hard and he has to be coaxed (an understatement) in to relaxing in to things. But at this point, at least, he can roll his shoulders as he starts to take a look around the room. "Mints?" he repeats, a bit of puzzlement in his voice. "Were you planning on taking up the entire meal budget by yourself?"

He plays the straight man very well, and he knows it. Often purposefully to let himself be laughed at, considering being a source of humor safer than a source of ire, but there's just enough of a quirk in his lips to suggest he recognized the tease.

[eumenis]

Compromise makes the world go around. Immortan Joe wants water rights in the lands Sovereign has sway in, and he offers employment in return; jobs to build and rebuild bruised economies. The people in those lands are no doubt practical, willing to accept a dubious ruler in exchange for some well-earned security. Halberd seems to have come to terms with some kind of compromise of his own, willing to wear himself into the ground to protect the innocent from the man for whom he works. Furiosa, by contrast, struggles with her compromise. She can protect a few good men who serve her, and she's grim but kind to her entourage. Still, she's part of the Immortan's ugly system, and there is no ethical outlet for the rage that eats away at her.

Except maybe there is, and maybe he's it. There's something fascinating about his facade of control and perfection, something more than a bit admirable to her eyes about his skill at watching his back, about keeping so many things tied down at one time. He seems like he must have a dozen eyes, all watching the underlings and bosses travel their orbiting paths around him. It must be exhausting. No matter how superhuman he manages to seem, she's sure he feels the strain. Any man would.

He's caught her focus, and maybe that's good for them both. A puzzle to solve keeps her from chafing at her own restrictions, and he wouldn't keep coming back if she gave him nothing worth having. But what she wants, more and more the longer she knows him, is to see him crumble, watch the facade fall apart. Not in a humiliating way, not in a painful way, and not so badly that he can't rebuild...but it would feel like a victory. Not just for her, but for him, too.

"Maybe I'm hungry," she counters his tease with her own, cracking a brief, dimpled smile. "But there's champagne, if you want it. On ice."

She's more of a drinker of hard liquor, herself, but this is sort of an occasion. Maybe. If things go according to plan.

[steeledheart]

He's not so superhuman as to stand toe to toe with, say, Sovereign himself - but then, who could? He's not so foolish to stand in his way. As it is, he's lucky his failures haven't yet earned him the full wrath, and that he's able to mitigate what he earns. Or simply endure. There comes a time when he sees a certain look, though, and mentally braces himself.

Furiosa doesn't have that look. She has a predator's, but it doesn't make him feel like prey - at least, not in the same way that others' have. He's not fully sure what to make of it, but there's a subtle challenge there that he can't help but encourage, if only to understand it.

Know thy enemy, even if they aren't one.

"Room service has been kind." His attention moves perhaps just a little too swiftly towards the bucket, reaching for and then investigating the bottle. "Well, I'm good for the night. What will you be drinking?"

[eumenis]

In Furiosa's opinion, superhuman is as superhuman does. He's survived, and that's quite an accomplishment. Moreover, he seems to have his sense of integrity intact, and that is obviously beyond the power of the average mortal. It's certainly been beyond her power. Samir must know some of the stories, because god knows her men know, and tell them with reckless abandon: a half dozen enemies dragged to death behind her rig; days spent waiting silent and still outside buildings in order to pick off the residents one by one; people that immolated themselves rather than let her capture them alive. Death, and death, and death. Seven thousand days of anger and regrets.

Half of her wants to hurt the world, and half is so sick of pain, hers and other peoples', and just wants something to be soft and sweet for a little while. Maybe it's trying to have her cake and eat it, this lust to conquer and command without doing anything truly unforgivable.

"Didn't anyone ever teach you how to share?" She curls her hand around the bottle, more as an excuse to move in close against his body than to actually take it from him. "If you think I'm going to let you drink an entire bottle of dom perignon by yourself, you're delusional. Get me a glass, they're on the table by the window."