【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
I. Never In My Days Did I Think The Matchmakers Would Get me
[Usually, the sight of extravagant bedding with gaudily excessive decor would not have taken Nie Mingjue off guard. He had been born into quite an extravagant position, after all. Although his clan had always cared for a more minimalistic approach, there were many times in his visits among the four realms that he had found himself awakening to the sounds of music, the touch of heavy fabric around him, and the sight of glimmering trinkets.
The problem was that he had lived quite the opposite over the past year! His time in Reparacijia had him resigned to the idea of sleeping on floors with stolen, barely put-together bedding, the feel of a cool breeze from poorly insulated housing, and the sights of a shambled home barely held together with his strenuous efforts.
But what was perhaps the most offputting, as he slowly sat from his groggy state, was what he had been wearing. He had become so used to barely wearing much in terms of covering. So to awaken only to find himself neatly groomed and adorning a proper wedding hanfu had only left him confused]
... Huh?
[Panic entered Nie Mingjue's eyes immediately. A state of alert overcame him as he started looking around. The last time he had awoken from death, he had been imprisoned. And this time around, he's getting married!?!
Only then did he notice the rustling of life upon the bed behind him. His jaw dropped, and his eyes grew wide as he slowly turned to look toward the other sleeping occupant who shared his space.]
... What form of Diyu have I wandered into?
[All his life, he had done his best to avoid even the sheer concept of marriage, despite the urgings of many matchmakers. So how in all thirteen hells did this happen!?]
II. A Big Guy In A Cramped Space- What Can Go Wrong?
[Confused and still processing the situation he had somehow landed himself into, Nie Mingjue decided to take his time processing while roaming the halls of the luxury hotel. It was amazing how active everything was. The hustle and bustle of the building was as lively as some of the more extensive ceremonies back home.
It was nostalgic, almost pleasant.
However, a small box room that opened and closed independently caught his attention the most while exploring. Some magical teleporting contraption, perhaps? He could not help but stare on, eyebrows furrowed with curiosity, as he watched a group of people enter. And it was after a few minutes that it would open with the ringing of a bell, only for it to be empty!
How did it work? Was it cultivation? Was it technology? Or was it something else?
Stepping closer, Mingjue huffed out as he put his hand to his chin in thought.
Should he try it out? Indeed, there couldn't be much risk if so many people entered them so casually.
It was a shame that he was so intrigued with the doors that he seemingly lost sight of his surroundings. Surely, a guy like him, deep in thought and blocking the currently open elevator while not moving out of the way, was bound to be inconvenient.]
III. Getting Used To The Fashion
[As Mingjue had finally gotten used to traversing through the enormous, seemingly endless, decedent halls of the Golden Peacock, he had decided that perhaps it was best to start acclimatizing in other ways. Seeing as the boutiques were swarming with popularity, he could not help but curiously peek through the wares.
After all, he couldn't just spend the entirety of his days adorned in an elaborate wedding gown.
But the clothes were... Interesting.
They weren't as intricate and layered as what he was used to wearing back home. But they weren't as tight, constraining, or minimalistic as the clothing back in Reparacijia. Instead, Mingjue finally left the dressing room in what he considered a safe middle ground.
Wearing a dark laced shirt with a coat for warmth and a light pair of slacks, Mingjue stared at himself curiously in the mirror. It seemed to hug tightly around his chest and musculature and certainly accented his extremely inverted triangle frame. ]
Hmm...
[He grunted in solemn contemplation. Was this all right? He had no idea what was considered the standard dressware in this realm. Perhaps it was best to ask someone who had been here longer?]
Hey. You.
[Yes you. He is staring directly at you, after all.]
Is this what is considered a typical wardrobe here?
IV. He Doesn't Have A Poker Face, But Surely Slots Are Simple Enough?
[It was on the fourth day that Mingjue had finally found himself exploring the main event of the hotel, the casinos. It was not that Mingjue wasn't a betting man. He had often enough shared a game or two amongst the other sect leaders whenever their sects competed against one another. But where most of the betting back home was for a sense of pride for one's clan, this land seemed to do such things for a more necessary reason. After all, it wasn't easy to make income in many other ways. And considering he had spent what little he was given within the last few days on either food or clothing, Mingjue was getting dangerously low on funds.
Staring at the overwhelmingly flashy and loud machines, Mingjue could only look them over with the same curiosity he did with the elevators prior.
It seemed simple enough. Just pull on the handle, right? It reminded him of the strange hammer and bell game he played when he first arrived in Reparacijia. He did pretty well on that one.
Swiping the last of his meager funds, Mingjue was slightly startled when the slot machine beeped out a chime in approval. Reaching out to pull the lever curiously and watching as the contraption beeped and spun strangely.
Only for the small tablet wrapped around his wrist to beep back in compliance as it stopped.
Ejaculate... On thighs... On the Altar?
[Wait... What?? He had been used to such things considering where he just came from, but--
Mingjue looked up towards the altar where people were lined up. His jaw dropped in shock at the realization of landing not only in a public location but also on the spot that was gaining the highest amount of attention in the entire casino!]
How shameless!!!
[To think, even after all he had been through, his face could still grow such a bright shade of red.
Was he doomed to live the rest of his days with no money to live off of!?]
[Nie Huaisang's managed to do pretty well for himself as far as fashion has gone so far. Despite his initial struggles to find clothing he'd deemed suitable enough to wear, he'd been gifted with enough fine silks and other treasures to keep him comfortable for a while. However, he's not going to be able to coast by on that good fortune forever and he knows it. He's going to have to learn how to make some adjustments if he's going to enjoy a peaceful life here but the changes he need to make simply aren't going to happen overnight.
Seeing his long dead brother standing near the clothing racks comes as a bit of a shock to him but not as much as it would've been had Jin Guangyao not prepared him for this possibility. Nie Huaisang still harbors many doubts about his enemy's claims that simply cannot by cleared up by the testimony of an established liar, no matter how insistent he might be or how many unexplainable oddities he's noticed about him.]
Wardrobes here seem as varied and unique as the people who wear them, dage. This establishment aims to please its clientele and make them as happy and comfortable as possible or so that I've noticed.
[Nie Huaisang might not be the little brother Nie Mingjue recalls in his memories but the uncanny resemblance to the boy he'd once been is still there and unmistakable.]
[This was not the first time Mingjue crossed paths with his younger brother while traversing the different realms. But that did nothing to ease the shock of suddenly running into Huaisang again after all this time.
Mingjue knew how complicated things had become. And he had heard small bits and pieces of what had transpired during the near-decade after his death. And even after seeing it before, nothing could make him feel ready enough for the older, worn, and tired look his once youthful younger brother now carried.
He never did get the full extent of what had happened. Nor was he able to understand what his brother must have experienced.
But then again, perhaps that was simply more of the same.
Huaisang always seemed to refuse to avoid serious discussions with him.]
So it's about comfort, then.
[Deciding to disregard the complicated feelings that sprang up with such a casual conversation, Mingjue responded to Huaisang's aid just as casually. Turning and posing slightly, sizing himself up in his reflection.]
Do you think they have something like what we used to wear? This is pretty tight.
[It would be a lie to deny how, after all this time, he hadn't come to miss his old robes.]
[Just one night. Just one night of uninterrupted sleep where in the morning there isn't some weird crisis jerking her awake. Is that too much to ask for?
Whoever's in bed with her is much bigger than her and everytime he moves it jostles her, making her curl up tighter and futilely try to hold onto sleep.
But eventually she stirs as he talks, groaning softly. He's got a nice hanfu, and Miu... has red lacey lingerie, it's fine. At least it's red? She lifts her head and blinks sleepy-eyed around.]
[Well, if anything were bound to shut Nie Mingjue up quickly enough, it would be a scantily clad woman in lingerie the color of bridal colors so casually sharing his bed.
This is not the first time he has woken up with someone so casually. And it wasn't his first time seeing a girl in such a state of disrobement, but--
It didn't necessarily mean he was used to it, either.
His face scrunching up all the more (whether from disapproval or shock, it was hard to tell), he could only stare on in disbelief over how he somehow seemed to land himself in yet another odd situation.]
[Shang Qinghua finds himself in the casino at least a handful of times a month. The new slot machines they've put in for this whole... wedding theme, seem somewhat lucrative. Hard mode comes with apparently a large payout if you complete the task, which is randomized like the 'sexy dice' game they'd had when he first arrived. He could use some money, honestly. He's not broke, but he'd like to splurge a little, on himself and maybe on a friend, get some cute clothes. (It's so, so tempting, now that he's in a place with modern clothes and a handsome cultivator's body worth looking at.)
He's stepping up to one of them to pull for a task, when he hears just to the side, a roar of How shameless!.
Oh. That's right. There are new arrivals now, aren't there? People who are probably just as broke and confused as his group was when they showed up at the resort. Shang Qinghua tries his best to look placatingly friendly as he turns to the person who yelled, a... very big man, completely unaware that he's looking at his dear friend Guangyao's... person?]
Ah, did you pull a bad location? It's probably nothing those people haven't seen before, honestly. They'll forget about you as soon as you finish and walk away.
Freezing at once, every ounce of Nie Mingjue's aura seemed to exude murderous intent as he slowly turned to glare at the small bystander who so innocently attempted to interject. His mouth dropped to a severe frown as the words of his requirements repeated in his mind.
Ejaculate... The altar... Ejaculate... Altar... Ejaculate on the let al--]
There is no way I will be doing that!
[He had done plenty of things in the past! So much debauchery and so many shameful acts in a year! But to just arrive at some new location where he knew no one save for his younger brother, get up on a stage, and just proceed to make a perverse fool of himself! In front of everyone! He at least has his pride!!!! (Somewhat)]
And who are you to so casually speak to me as if it is no big deal!?
[ Xiao Xingchen smiles pleasantly at the big man blocking access to the elevator. From his limited understanding of them, they're used to move between floors, and he's curious about riding one. ]
[Of all the people Mingjue had expected to run into within this new realm! He had his fears that this was some worst of aftermath to Reparacijia's end, and it could only be confirmed upon seeing such a familiar face.
Although something seemed off about his friends actions-- What was it?]
Xiao-Gongzi.
[The surprise in his voice was more than apparent. His eyes wide as his usually stern disposition seemed to melt away at once.]
[ in mingjue's haste to back away from the altar, he winds up bumping right into someone who got swept up in the excitable crowd trying to get there. being so, so much smaller and slighter than mingjue, it's no surprise that olivia is immediately knocked down to the ground where she gives a a startled squeak. fortunately (because drawing attention to herself is an embarrassment she can't possibly withstand), none of the crowd seems to notice.
unfortunately, this leaves her a sitting duck for the crowd that still persists on moving towards said altar, starting to trample. ]
[Mingjue had been so startled by the predicament that he didn't realize how he had nearly trampled over someone until the small squeaking noise startled him out of his panic. Quickly turning with the alert of a soldier caught up in the throes of battle, his stared down at the young girl in wide-eyed stupor.
Shit.
How careless of him.]
Ah, are you okay?
[Thankfully, despite the line which moved so fervently around them, Mingjue was so grounded in place, thanks to his large frame, that he barely seemed to give in to all the others pushing their way through.
He offered out a large hand, his blush receding and his expression softening.]
My apologies. I should have been more aware of my surroundings.
[Jin Guangyao was a measly rank 3 and he was sure as hell going to take any opportunity to add to the meager nest egg he was building in case of emergency. So what if he had to humiliate himself to do so? It was just another day in his already humiliating life after all.
He went for the dangerous option of course. It had a bigger payout. He'll be happy if he did not have to lick any more asses, thank you very much. Ride, face, on the altar.
Oh. Okay fine. This was fine.
He looked up to hear a familiar booming voice, yelling about how shameless this was. Could it be? He was just going to sidle up next to him and hope it was Nie Mingjue who remembered the prison, otherwise, things were going to get awkward really fast.]
Oh, how serendipitous! Mine takes place on the altar as well. [If he were to look down, he would see a familiar coy smile.]
[Nie Mingjue was quick to jump up in surprise. Already riled as he was, he was not expecting someone to casually respond to his panic so immediately. Nonetheless, was he expecting that voice to be familiar.]
Jin Guangyao!!!
[He huffed out, his cheeks still red but now for an entirely different reason.]
[ They're both used to the finer things in life, even with a war going on.
Jin Zixuan, however, doesn't have the same benefits of experiencing another world like Nie Mingjue. It's the cursing that wakes him, and he jerks upright, ready to glare at being woken.
Only to freeze at the simple fact he's never slept beside another. No full-blooded siblings to even share a room with. And he sees that wedding hanfu and glances down to see himself in similar attire.
So he draws himself up, though he's not quite as built as his unexpected companion and his eyes flick uncomfortably around, only occasionally landing on the other man. ]
[Of all the things Mingjue was expecting to encounter upon waking up in a strange bed, the face of another Jin was not one of them.
Of course, the red vermillion mark upon the other's head was the obvious tell. But otherwise, the appearance seemed foreign. An extended family member, perhaps?
Damn. This felt awkward, considering all Guangyao had been through.
It was probably best he made sure...]
It wouldn't be the first time.
[He continued bluntly, slowly shifting to appropriately face his strange new bed partner. He was handsome, to be sure. But why were they both garbed in wedding attire? Were they both about to be married off to someone?]
[ This makes twice now that Maomao's peaceful sleep has been interrupted by something that's out of place. At least this time it's an unfamiliar voice and not the sensation of being crushed under a far too tall man.
She grumbles as she rubs her eyes, sitting up and blearily blinking in his direction. ]
Good news, this isn't some afterlife.
[ While he's dressed in some traditional wedding garb, she's not so lucky. The resort has seen fit to put her in a little red gown that should be enticing to a man, unfortunately, she's built like a twig. ]
Again? How has it only been a day, and he has already awoken next to two small maidens with cheeky tongues and skimpy red undergarments? Was this just what was going to happen every day? Was he married to this one, too? But didn't he just get married?
... Nie Mingjue is very confused. He is also already feeling very tired. And he just woke up, too.
Grumbling out slightly, he reached up to massage his forehead as he tried to figure out what this meant.]
Of course, it isn't.
[He gave a heavy, tired-sounding sigh. Slowly lowering his hand to look at this stage new girl in his bed blandly.]
[ Julieta woke with a jolt to an unfamiliar bed and quite the elaborate hanfu. She didn't see anyone else around but she was not so sure she was alone. Aside from being startled she was fine and not in immediate danger. She had some time to check the place out beyond the curtains. The room was beautiful but probably not the kind she would choose for herself. It must be meant for a special occasion. She examined the gift basket and champagne, reading the message: ]
Congratulations to the happy couple.
[ She looked up at a mirror in confusion. That really was a lot of red she was wearing. She lifted her sleeve. ]
So this is... Oh! But who? Hello?
[ She turned her head to look around more urgently this time. ]
/sob this man is living the isekai fantasy teenage boys wish they could
It was his thrid day awakening within this new realm, and it was the third time he found himself in a strange room that he did not remember falling asleep in. And it was the third day he was dressed in wedding garb he knew he took off the previous day with a young woman in his room.
But that's when it became different.
He knew this woman. Quite well in fact.
And so it wasn't with surprise that he came to his senses this morning, but curiosity. Giving his bed partner her time to rise, prepare, and come to her senses while he went to go get breakfast.
It wasn't until she was well past awake that he returned, an elaborate plate of food and a tray with wine glasses and some sort of juice in his arms. Taking in her obviously startled look. Perhaps one that he himself had not too long ago.]
It seems they wish to arrange us into marriage.
[Mingjue stated it casually, like it was no big deal. Slowly placing the food and drinks on the bedside table.]
Although, to be fair, I am of the thought that this land doesn't quite understand the permanence that comes with such a concept.
[clothes shopping around the golden peacock has become quite a journey most days. usually, lan sizhui finds what he's looking for and gets out as quickly as possible, hoping to avoid extreme hustle and bustle. today, it's quiet, one of those times where he can sort of linger around and get a good look at things.
people included, sometimes.
he'd already stopped to check out the outfit that nie mingjue is wearing, appreciating the stretch of lace and cute little frill on the front of his shirt. (can it even be classified as that anymore? it might as well be lingerie—) oh, but the man has turned and is addressing him outright, prompting sizhui to straighten, his eyebrows lifting in half-confusion, half-astonishment. not that he can really play off the fact he was staring a little there, he's going to try, regardless.
after clearing his throat, he raises a hand and gestures over the man's outfit.] If this is what you find comfortable, sure. There's a lot of variety, actually, so it's just looking around and finding pieces you like. [sort of like what he's wearing; it's not the usual lan clan robes he'd be found in, but it's comfortable and familiar enough, he is fine with the style. his only addition: the white ribbon with an embroidered cloud on it wrapped neatly around his forehead.]
There are even some tailors who might make certain things, for the right price. Is there anything particular you're looking for? Maybe I can help you search. [just. gonna keep right on distracting from the fact he was kinda ogling this guy, sure, that's fine.]
[It was a simple and straightforward answer. But truthfully Mingjue was more preoccupied with other things as he spoke.
It would be a lie to say he wasn't used to the idle staring of young men at this point. He only occasionally noticed it back home, but in his year in Reparacijia he had come to understand what such stares ment. No, what had caught Mingjues attention was the headband decoratively placed upon the youths brow.
He knew the symbol of the Lan when he saw it. And although the face adorning it wasn't familiar to him, it felt strange to see another sight from his homeland within this realm.
Mingjue was curious.]
You are from Gusu Lan correct?
[Curious and not afraid to be upfront about things.]
[ Clothes shopping is one of the finer things in life that Reign enjoys immensely, even in a resort with its peculiar vibe. So he has come to this store during the late evening just before closing, dressed in a ruffle top with intricate lacings at the back. The designs here are admittedly more... revealing, though the laces add a kind of sexiness to it. In the midst of his browsing, his gaze is drawn towards the tall man who just stood out of the changing room, his blue eyes widening slightly at the attire he wore.
Perhaps his staring had been a bit too obvious, because he startles a bit when he's spoken to. Even his low voice suits his image. Ahem, Reign mentally clears his throat before speaking. ]
I wouldn't say so, but it's quite common to see clothes veering on the sensual side. However, there are also styles that I'm more familiar with. [ He gestures to himself as an example. ] Is there anything in particular you're looking for?
[Mingjue stated bluntly, not at all seeming to react to the staring, even if he had noticed it.]
More specifically hanfu. Or warriors garb should the situation call for it.
[Which was often, considering his life.]
They dressed me in something like that upon my arrival, but the style was more akin to what you would wear at a wedding ceremony. So I've been looking for something else as to not give the wrong impression.
[Was it actually the wrong impression if you were arrange married upon arrival though?]
But everything I've found so far in the store here has been rather, well--
[He lifted his arms slightly, showing off his sides and stomach with how the fabric wrapped around him. Thin fabric stretching, barely containing the taut muscle underneeth.]
[Honestly, the sheer amount of activity going on in the hotel made Mu Qingfang think of the times he'd had to venture out to An Ding to pay house calls (because how else was he going to see that his shixiong didn't actually work himself to death). Qian Cao wasn't exactly a place of tranquility either, but it wasn't like this. He could only stand it for so long before seeking a way out. Upstairs, maybe.
Unfortunately, there was someone standing in front of the elevator doors making that rather difficult.]
Please excuse this one, but would the young master allow him to pass?
Nie Mingjue | Mo Dao Zu Shi (Reparacija CRAU) | OTA
[Usually, the sight of extravagant bedding with gaudily excessive decor would not have taken Nie Mingjue off guard. He had been born into quite an extravagant position, after all. Although his clan had always cared for a more minimalistic approach, there were many times in his visits among the four realms that he had found himself awakening to the sounds of music, the touch of heavy fabric around him, and the sight of glimmering trinkets.
The problem was that he had lived quite the opposite over the past year! His time in Reparacijia had him resigned to the idea of sleeping on floors with stolen, barely put-together bedding, the feel of a cool breeze from poorly insulated housing, and the sights of a shambled home barely held together with his strenuous efforts.
But what was perhaps the most offputting, as he slowly sat from his groggy state, was what he had been wearing. He had become so used to barely wearing much in terms of covering. So to awaken only to find himself neatly groomed and adorning a proper wedding hanfu had only left him confused]
... Huh?
[Panic entered Nie Mingjue's eyes immediately. A state of alert overcame him as he started looking around. The last time he had awoken from death, he had been imprisoned. And this time around, he's getting married!?!
Only then did he notice the rustling of life upon the bed behind him. His jaw dropped, and his eyes grew wide as he slowly turned to look toward the other sleeping occupant who shared his space.]
... What form of Diyu have I wandered into?
[All his life, he had done his best to avoid even the sheer concept of marriage, despite the urgings of many matchmakers. So how in all thirteen hells did this happen!?]
II. A Big Guy In A Cramped Space- What Can Go Wrong?
[Confused and still processing the situation he had somehow landed himself into, Nie Mingjue decided to take his time processing while roaming the halls of the luxury hotel. It was amazing how active everything was. The hustle and bustle of the building was as lively as some of the more extensive ceremonies back home.
It was nostalgic, almost pleasant.
However, a small box room that opened and closed independently caught his attention the most while exploring. Some magical teleporting contraption, perhaps? He could not help but stare on, eyebrows furrowed with curiosity, as he watched a group of people enter. And it was after a few minutes that it would open with the ringing of a bell, only for it to be empty!
How did it work? Was it cultivation? Was it technology? Or was it something else?
Stepping closer, Mingjue huffed out as he put his hand to his chin in thought.
Should he try it out? Indeed, there couldn't be much risk if so many people entered them so casually.
It was a shame that he was so intrigued with the doors that he seemingly lost sight of his surroundings. Surely, a guy like him, deep in thought and blocking the currently open elevator while not moving out of the way, was bound to be inconvenient.]
III. Getting Used To The Fashion
[As Mingjue had finally gotten used to traversing through the enormous, seemingly endless, decedent halls of the Golden Peacock, he had decided that perhaps it was best to start acclimatizing in other ways. Seeing as the boutiques were swarming with popularity, he could not help but curiously peek through the wares.
After all, he couldn't just spend the entirety of his days adorned in an elaborate wedding gown.
But the clothes were... Interesting.
They weren't as intricate and layered as what he was used to wearing back home. But they weren't as tight, constraining, or minimalistic as the clothing back in Reparacijia. Instead, Mingjue finally left the dressing room in what he considered a safe middle ground.
Wearing a dark laced shirt with a coat for warmth and a light pair of slacks, Mingjue stared at himself curiously in the mirror. It seemed to hug tightly around his chest and musculature and certainly accented his extremely inverted triangle frame. ]
Hmm...
[He grunted in solemn contemplation. Was this all right? He had no idea what was considered the standard dressware in this realm. Perhaps it was best to ask someone who had been here longer?]
Hey. You.
[Yes you. He is staring directly at you, after all.]
Is this what is considered a typical wardrobe here?
IV. He Doesn't Have A Poker Face, But Surely Slots Are Simple Enough?
[It was on the fourth day that Mingjue had finally found himself exploring the main event of the hotel, the casinos. It was not that Mingjue wasn't a betting man. He had often enough shared a game or two amongst the other sect leaders whenever their sects competed against one another. But where most of the betting back home was for a sense of pride for one's clan, this land seemed to do such things for a more necessary reason. After all, it wasn't easy to make income in many other ways. And considering he had spent what little he was given within the last few days on either food or clothing, Mingjue was getting dangerously low on funds.
Staring at the overwhelmingly flashy and loud machines, Mingjue could only look them over with the same curiosity he did with the elevators prior.
It seemed simple enough. Just pull on the handle, right? It reminded him of the strange hammer and bell game he played when he first arrived in Reparacijia. He did pretty well on that one.
Swiping the last of his meager funds, Mingjue was slightly startled when the slot machine beeped out a chime in approval. Reaching out to pull the lever curiously and watching as the contraption beeped and spun strangely.
Only for the small tablet wrapped around his wrist to beep back in compliance as it stopped.
Ejaculate... On thighs... On the Altar?
[Wait... What?? He had been used to such things considering where he just came from, but--
Mingjue looked up towards the altar where people were lined up. His jaw dropped in shock at the realization of landing not only in a public location but also on the spot that was gaining the highest amount of attention in the entire casino!]
How shameless!!!
[To think, even after all he had been through, his face could still grow such a bright shade of red.
Was he doomed to live the rest of his days with no money to live off of!?]
getting used to the fashion
Seeing his long dead brother standing near the clothing racks comes as a bit of a shock to him but not as much as it would've been had Jin Guangyao not prepared him for this possibility. Nie Huaisang still harbors many doubts about his enemy's claims that simply cannot by cleared up by the testimony of an established liar, no matter how insistent he might be or how many unexplainable oddities he's noticed about him.]
Wardrobes here seem as varied and unique as the people who wear them, dage. This establishment aims to please its clientele and make them as happy and comfortable as possible or so that I've noticed.
[Nie Huaisang might not be the little brother Nie Mingjue recalls in his memories but the uncanny resemblance to the boy he'd once been is still there and unmistakable.]
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Mingjue knew how complicated things had become. And he had heard small bits and pieces of what had transpired during the near-decade after his death. And even after seeing it before, nothing could make him feel ready enough for the older, worn, and tired look his once youthful younger brother now carried.
He never did get the full extent of what had happened. Nor was he able to understand what his brother must have experienced.
But then again, perhaps that was simply more of the same.
Huaisang always seemed to refuse to avoid serious discussions with him.]
So it's about comfort, then.
[Deciding to disregard the complicated feelings that sprang up with such a casual conversation, Mingjue responded to Huaisang's aid just as casually. Turning and posing slightly, sizing himself up in his reflection.]
Do you think they have something like what we used to wear? This is pretty tight.
[It would be a lie to deny how, after all this time, he hadn't come to miss his old robes.]
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cw: talk of dismemberment, corpse desecration
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1!
Whoever's in bed with her is much bigger than her and everytime he moves it jostles her, making her curl up tighter and futilely try to hold onto sleep.
But eventually she stirs as he talks, groaning softly. He's got a nice hanfu, and Miu... has red lacey lingerie, it's fine. At least it's red? She lifts her head and blinks sleepy-eyed around.]
So noisey...
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[Well, if anything were bound to shut Nie Mingjue up quickly enough, it would be a scantily clad woman in lingerie the color of bridal colors so casually sharing his bed.
This is not the first time he has woken up with someone so casually. And it wasn't his first time seeing a girl in such a state of disrobement, but--
It didn't necessarily mean he was used to it, either.
His face scrunching up all the more (whether from disapproval or shock, it was hard to tell), he could only stare on in disbelief over how he somehow seemed to land himself in yet another odd situation.]
Who the hell are you?
[Smooth.]
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He's stepping up to one of them to pull for a task, when he hears just to the side, a roar of How shameless!.
Oh. That's right. There are new arrivals now, aren't there? People who are probably just as broke and confused as his group was when they showed up at the resort. Shang Qinghua tries his best to look placatingly friendly as he turns to the person who yelled, a... very big man, completely unaware that he's looking at his dear friend Guangyao's... person?]
Ah, did you pull a bad location? It's probably nothing those people haven't seen before, honestly. They'll forget about you as soon as you finish and walk away.
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Freezing at once, every ounce of Nie Mingjue's aura seemed to exude murderous intent as he slowly turned to glare at the small bystander who so innocently attempted to interject. His mouth dropped to a severe frown as the words of his requirements repeated in his mind.
Ejaculate... The altar... Ejaculate... Altar... Ejaculate on the let al--]
There is no way I will be doing that!
[He had done plenty of things in the past! So much debauchery and so many shameful acts in a year! But to just arrive at some new location where he knew no one save for his younger brother, get up on a stage, and just proceed to make a perverse fool of himself! In front of everyone! He at least has his pride!!!! (Somewhat)]
And who are you to so casually speak to me as if it is no big deal!?
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After a crazy busy week I am back!
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[ Xiao Xingchen smiles pleasantly at the big man blocking access to the elevator. From his limited understanding of them, they're used to move between floors, and he's curious about riding one. ]
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Although something seemed off about his friends actions-- What was it?]
Xiao-Gongzi.
[The surprise in his voice was more than apparent. His eyes wide as his usually stern disposition seemed to melt away at once.]
You're going into the room?
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unfortunately, this leaves her a sitting duck for the crowd that still persists on moving towards said altar, starting to trample. ]
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Shit.
How careless of him.]
Ah, are you okay?
[Thankfully, despite the line which moved so fervently around them, Mingjue was so grounded in place, thanks to his large frame, that he barely seemed to give in to all the others pushing their way through.
He offered out a large hand, his blush receding and his expression softening.]
My apologies. I should have been more aware of my surroundings.
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IV. Slots! Sluts! Sloths!
He went for the dangerous option of course. It had a bigger payout. He'll be happy if he did not have to lick any more asses, thank you very much. Ride, face, on the altar.
Oh. Okay fine. This was fine.
He looked up to hear a familiar booming voice, yelling about how shameless this was. Could it be? He was just going to sidle up next to him and hope it was Nie Mingjue who remembered the prison, otherwise, things were going to get awkward really fast.]
Oh, how serendipitous! Mine takes place on the altar as well. [If he were to look down, he would see a familiar coy smile.]
Small Sneaky Men.... His Weakness
[Nie Mingjue was quick to jump up in surprise. Already riled as he was, he was not expecting someone to casually respond to his panic so immediately. Nonetheless, was he expecting that voice to be familiar.]
Jin Guangyao!!!
[He huffed out, his cheeks still red but now for an entirely different reason.]
When the hell did you even get here!?
[Seriously! Warn a guy first!]
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Jin Zixuan, however, doesn't have the same benefits of experiencing another world like Nie Mingjue. It's the cursing that wakes him, and he jerks upright, ready to glare at being woken.
Only to freeze at the simple fact he's never slept beside another. No full-blooded siblings to even share a room with. And he sees that wedding hanfu and glances down to see himself in similar attire.
So he draws himself up, though he's not quite as built as his unexpected companion and his eyes flick uncomfortably around, only occasionally landing on the other man. ]
Clearly an unfortunate one.
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Of course, the red vermillion mark upon the other's head was the obvious tell. But otherwise, the appearance seemed foreign. An extended family member, perhaps?
Damn. This felt awkward, considering all Guangyao had been through.
It was probably best he made sure...]
It wouldn't be the first time.
[He continued bluntly, slowly shifting to appropriately face his strange new bed partner. He was handsome, to be sure. But why were they both garbed in wedding attire? Were they both about to be married off to someone?]
Did you just wake up here as well?
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She grumbles as she rubs her eyes, sitting up and blearily blinking in his direction. ]
Good news, this isn't some afterlife.
[ While he's dressed in some traditional wedding garb, she's not so lucky. The resort has seen fit to put her in a little red gown that should be enticing to a man, unfortunately, she's built like a twig. ]
Bad news, it might be worse.
Lol he only just got here and he's already done.
[Gods be damned.
Again? How has it only been a day, and he has already awoken next to two small maidens with cheeky tongues and skimpy red undergarments? Was this just what was going to happen every day? Was he married to this one, too? But didn't he just get married?
... Nie Mingjue is very confused. He is also already feeling very tired. And he just woke up, too.
Grumbling out slightly, he reached up to massage his forehead as he tried to figure out what this meant.]
Of course, it isn't.
[He gave a heavy, tired-sounding sigh. Slowly lowering his hand to look at this stage new girl in his bed blandly.]
Did you wake up with a ring in your hand?
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I am so sorry. :,D
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everybody marry Mingjue!
Congratulations to the happy couple.
[ She looked up at a mirror in confusion. That really was a lot of red she was wearing. She lifted her sleeve. ]
So this is... Oh! But who? Hello?
[ She turned her head to look around more urgently this time. ]
/sob this man is living the isekai fantasy teenage boys wish they could
It was his thrid day awakening within this new realm, and it was the third time he found himself in a strange room that he did not remember falling asleep in. And it was the third day he was dressed in wedding garb he knew he took off the previous day with a young woman in his room.
But that's when it became different.
He knew this woman. Quite well in fact.
And so it wasn't with surprise that he came to his senses this morning, but curiosity. Giving his bed partner her time to rise, prepare, and come to her senses while he went to go get breakfast.
It wasn't until she was well past awake that he returned, an elaborate plate of food and a tray with wine glasses and some sort of juice in his arms. Taking in her obviously startled look. Perhaps one that he himself had not too long ago.]
It seems they wish to arrange us into marriage.
[Mingjue stated it casually, like it was no big deal. Slowly placing the food and drinks on the bedside table.]
Although, to be fair, I am of the thought that this land doesn't quite understand the permanence that comes with such a concept.
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people included, sometimes.
he'd already stopped to check out the outfit that nie mingjue is wearing, appreciating the stretch of lace and cute little frill on the front of his shirt. (can it even be classified as that anymore? it might as well be lingerie—) oh, but the man has turned and is addressing him outright, prompting sizhui to straighten, his eyebrows lifting in half-confusion, half-astonishment. not that he can really play off the fact he was staring a little there, he's going to try, regardless.
after clearing his throat, he raises a hand and gestures over the man's outfit.] If this is what you find comfortable, sure. There's a lot of variety, actually, so it's just looking around and finding pieces you like. [sort of like what he's wearing; it's not the usual lan clan robes he'd be found in, but it's comfortable and familiar enough, he is fine with the style. his only addition: the white ribbon with an embroidered cloud on it wrapped neatly around his forehead.]
There are even some tailors who might make certain things, for the right price. Is there anything particular you're looking for? Maybe I can help you search. [just. gonna keep right on distracting from the fact he was kinda ogling this guy, sure, that's fine.]
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[It was a simple and straightforward answer. But truthfully Mingjue was more preoccupied with other things as he spoke.
It would be a lie to say he wasn't used to the idle staring of young men at this point. He only occasionally noticed it back home, but in his year in Reparacijia he had come to understand what such stares ment. No, what had caught Mingjues attention was the headband decoratively placed upon the youths brow.
He knew the symbol of the Lan when he saw it. And although the face adorning it wasn't familiar to him, it felt strange to see another sight from his homeland within this realm.
Mingjue was curious.]
You are from Gusu Lan correct?
[Curious and not afraid to be upfront about things.]
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So sorry for the one-week delay! Life got crazy busy out of nowhere!
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Perhaps his staring had been a bit too obvious, because he startles a bit when he's spoken to. Even his low voice suits his image. Ahem, Reign mentally clears his throat before speaking. ]
I wouldn't say so, but it's quite common to see clothes veering on the sensual side. However, there are also styles that I'm more familiar with. [ He gestures to himself as an example. ] Is there anything in particular you're looking for?
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[Mingjue stated bluntly, not at all seeming to react to the staring, even if he had noticed it.]
More specifically hanfu. Or warriors garb should the situation call for it.
[Which was often, considering his life.]
They dressed me in something like that upon my arrival, but the style was more akin to what you would wear at a wedding ceremony. So I've been looking for something else as to not give the wrong impression.
[Was it actually the wrong impression if you were arrange married upon arrival though?]
But everything I've found so far in the store here has been rather, well--
[He lifted his arms slightly, showing off his sides and stomach with how the fabric wrapped around him. Thin fabric stretching, barely containing the taut muscle underneeth.]
Tight.
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But, this one would suggest the other slot machine instead.
[ Shen Qingqiu indicated the easier ones with his fan. ]
You don't actually have to do what it says, you can ignore it or pull it again for something you would be willing to do.
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A week late! But after a busy seven days I am back!
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Unfortunately, there was someone standing in front of the elevator doors making that rather difficult.]
Please excuse this one, but would the young master allow him to pass?
So sorry for the delay!