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Bikini Kill played blaringly loud from the stereo as the Bratmobile swerved and weaved through traffic. The music was loud enough to rattle your teeth and seemed to never stop, making for a constant deluge of angry femme punk and discordant singing. Meanwhile, the driver chained smoked GPC cigarettes without cracking a window, leaving you to choke on her second-hand smoke as she focused on driving the car, and feeding cashews to her co-driver, Memory, a large albino…raven? Crow? You aren’t sure what exactly it is, but it seemed to be totally fine clinging to the dashboard as it begged for treats while your host drove like a demon through Seattle traffic.

“Anyway, like I was saying. Have you heard of these worship warfare freaks? They’ve got this super CHUD-ass looking street preacher with a face that looks like the Toxic Avenger got Botox?”

Before you can reply that, no, you haven’t heard of…whatever she was talking about, she exclaimed loudly.

“Shit! I was supposed to interview you for the band.” The driver palmed her forehead, taking a hand off the wheel and forcing the car into a slight skid. She gripped the wheel tighter with her remaining hand and corrected through the skid as she turned an eye toward you. Memory also looked towards you, adding yet another layer of surreality to the whole situation.

You’d met Hazel an hour ago, and so far, this was the first time she’d mentioned the band you were supposed to be interviewing for. You weren’t even sure there was a band at this point.

As if to prove her bands existence to you, she reached under the seat cushions of the drivers seat, and fished out a half-crumpled flyer. The flyer was crude, simple asking for bassists and backup singers for a band and dangling several tags with Hazel’s number on them.

“So we don’t have a name yet. And our drummer just quit, but he’ll be back tonight, I swear. We need a bassist and a backup vocalist. Someone who can cover for me when things get interesting on stage.” Hazel cracked a grin as she mentioned the word interesting, before continuing. “I can’t promise we’ll make any money, and I can’t afford to pay you. So. Sound good? If it does, sign the back of the flyer and we’ll get ready to practice tomorrow.”

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Hello there! My name is Abby and I’ve recently gotten into reading Mage the Ascension. If you aren’t familiar, it’s a tabletop roleplaying game with a focus on magick and the power of belief, and using that power to shape the world around you in whatever way you want. It’s a very gnostic kinda game, and I really like it. So I made a Mage for the game and decided it would be fun to play her out with some of you fine folks.

The basic plot as I’ve outlined it is that Hazel is looking for someone to help her perform in her band, but I’m open to other ideas. This RP is gonna pull a lot from gutter punk and punk aesthetic in general. So expect politics and real life struggles, sleazy and fast-paced sex, and lots of crude people doing their best to make a better world out of the messy one we live in now.

My kinks are pretty broad and open to lots of wiggle room. I don’t like gross smells, non-con and forced stuff, vomits and scat, and I don’t do underage stuff. This is an adult situation for 18+plus adults.

Some of the stuff I do like is messy sex, public stuff including exhibitionism, gender play and orientation play (Hazel is pan but maybe your character isn’t as sexually open or experienced) sexual magick and rituals, cum play and breeding talk/play, dirty talk in general and so much more.

If you know nothing about punk or Mage, that’s also fine. I’m totally willing to teach folks that want to learn.

And I think that about covers everything. Assuming my post doesn’t get bopped by auto mod, I’d love to hear from folks and see what kind of sleazy punk magick we can get up to. Either way though, thanks for reading and I hope y’all have a good one.