special lawn games; 25+ or previous CR only!
[ Midnight smacked the hell out of that Level 3 selection, mostly because he has no fear (doubtful) and a complete lack of shame (there, much more likely). He pauses, tilting his head this way and that, then looks up and spots another player, holding up his watch. A Level 3 hearts, diamond, or clubs prompt hovers on its face.

He raises his eyebrows, taps the screen, and smiles. ]

I scratch your back, you scratch mine?

[ He's an excellent lay, in spite of his... everything. And the payout could be pretty nice? ]

sex pollen; 25+ or previous CR only!
[ Midnight is currently sleeping under one of the trees, and holy shit, is he okay? Like, seriously? Upon closer inspection, it's pretty obvious that he's passed out from a pollen-induced orgasm, or two, or three — his clothes are in damp shambles by now — but even for his most ardent of partners, this is probably only one of a handful of times Midnight's ever been caught sleeping. The above are probably enough to raise a few flags, but on top of that, it looks like his eyes are a bit bruised from a lack of rest, his position making it very clear that he simply dropped where he was and never had a chance to pick himself back up again.

Anyway, for those who are simply concerned good samaritans, Midnight will, once in contact with any sort of warm body, reach out, pull whoever it is into his arms for a sleepy cuddle, and immediately fall back asleep. Uh. Hope you didn't have anything to do for a while! ]

not a tdm prompt;
[ Gonna be real, this is just the conservatory prompt without the sex pollen. Midnight has once again fallen asleep in a public place, this time surrounded by books, open notebooks, writing implements. If one chooses to look at his books instead of waking him, he seems to be working on a variety of topics: music theory, creative writing, finance and accounting, history of both Earth and other major worlds, Chinese and English... And on and on. He's been quite the busy bee.

There are two options for waking him. He wakes up normally, is very embarrassed about his newfound exhaustion, and chooses to chat about any assortment of topics instead of talk about why he's asleep in the library. Option two: he wakes up hungry. Hey, good lookin', that jugular of yours is a sight for sore eyes... ]

[ kinklist here. log version here, for current players. i do not have plurk or discord, but i am happy to coordinate, plan, and write custom starters on request via pm! have a good april, y'all, i am sitting in a house with a cat and this cat hates me just as much as it would hate midnight. help. ]