TDM 04

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【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made on our brand new beachfront for new guests. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We apologize for any inconvenience. Affected guests may convene with the nearest lifeguard or reception for a complimentary swimsuit, at their earliest convenience.

Please remember that beach-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking dress code may be escorted off the beach until they return in proper swimwear. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a beachy keen experience. 】

BEACHFRONT PROPERTY

A BRAND NEW DEVELOPMENT

As the resort moves into what it claims is summer, the days grow longer. The sun is projected well into the evening, the heat of its warmth dialed up to a level some guests complain is unreasonable. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – half the Cloud Dwelling Gardens have been transformed into a sparkling beach of white sands and blue waves, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with wide hats and stylish sarongs. Upbeat music fills the air without any discernible source.

A section of the beach has been reserved for a collection of bungalows. These cute pastel homes open straight onto the sand, and are comparable in size and amenity to a rank 7 or 8 suite. All screens within these bungalows are fixed to a channel that airs reruns of Boobwatch around the clock, a classic TV series about blue-footed boobys running in slow-motion across the beach. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — there’s no better summer programming than this!

IT’S FREE REAL ESTATE

▷ Thanks to a classic move called “overbooking,” new arrivals are being checked in to all this wondrous new property that’s just opened up. The catch? Why, characters are stuffed up to 4 in a room, of course. Don’t worry, that’s what the bunk beds are for!

▷ Characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are a light and breezy linen, patterned with tropical flowers and colorful designs. Some of these robes are more sheer than others. Watch out that the gentle breeze on the beach doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

▷ Existing characters are welcome to temporarily take up residence in any empty slots in these homes. The staff understand that sometimes you want to pretend to be a brand new guest again, all bright-eyed and ready for adventure. They can even lock you out of your real room for an extra bit of authenticity. No need to ask! It’s all taken care of already.

THOSE WHO POUND SAND

▷ Several lifeguards have been newly hired to protect the beach and its visitors. These burly fellows and lasses all have three things in common: skimpy swimwear, rippling muscles, and seagull heads. They spend most of their time hanging out in groups, flexing and gossiping loudly. If characters approach them for their complimentary swimwear, they will provide whatever they’re currently wearing for them to use... by force, if necessary.

▷ Characters who seem particularly vulnerable or are holding something particularly tasty may find themselves surrounded by these lifeguards out of nowhere. The seagulls are relentless, pushing and shoving and pulling hair until they get what they want. Hope you didn’t like your sand castle very much. Those on the lower end of the rank scale will suffer the worst harassment, and they may even go out of their way to harass wildcards, 2s, and 3s just for the heck of it.

▷ Being new hires and fairly low on the resort staff hierarchy, these troublemakers can be easily chased off by someone of a high enough rank, or an assertive enough presence to pass as one. T-they’re not scared! They just remembered they have a mandatory group cawing session to get to! Buzz off!

FUN IN THE SUN

DON'T FORGET TO OIL UP

What’s a beach without fun and games? Dreadfully boring! That’s why all of the beach classics have been expertly set up by staff, including strip volleyball nets, giant boob-shaped beach balls, and plenty of floaties for use in the shallower areas of the temporary ocean. A row of parasols with paired lounge chairs underneath them are placed in some prime viewing areas for festivities. Any time you get thirsty, there’s always a cooler full of canned drinks conveniently nearby, courtesy of Cock-a-Doodle-Doo’s. Sometimes you can hear the staff whispering to each other, “What if it’s too perfect? We won’t be able to deal with the ratings dip once the beach ends!”

Seashells have been arbitrarily scattered along the shoreline, coming in both natural shapes and ones a little more... erotic. The sexiest ones of all are conch shells that let you hear the moans of another guest when held up to your ear; supposedly, if you hook up with the person on the other end of the shell, you’ll be extra lucky in the casino for the rest of the summer. All in all, it’s a carefully tailored creation that can be called nothing short of paradise.

THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA

▷ This booth constantly has smoke billowing out the top and is manned during the entire day by one man – Steve, formerly from reception. It seems this is his punishment duty for be-bathrooming all of the arrivals, last time. Those willing to lend Steve a sympathetic ear will be entreated to bring him water, since the sweltering heat of the booth dries him out like nobody’s business. No matter how characters try to help him, though, a tragedy always occurs and the water always ends up spilled across the sand. That curse really is something, huh?

▷ The signature item at this cookout are the Flamin’ Hop Skewers. Made due to the current overpopulation in the Conservatory, these spicy-sweet — emphasis on the spicy — glazed skewers temporarily grant those who consume them the soul of a rabbit, including their insatiable desire to mate. Any rabbits that resort-goers have formed an attachment with have not been culled, so don’t worry about your precious buns!

▷ The booth also boasts several other exotic meats and vegetables that are considerably safer to eat, for guests who find themselves unable to overcome their attachment. Some of these skewers also feature fruits, including the hybrid ones from the previous gardening collab with the Dizzy Pigeon. Characters are free to revisit any of the Orchard prompts under the Smoky Nectar section of our PREVIOUS TDM.

A SHOW OF STRENGTH

▷ When the projected sun is at its highest, staff members will start bringing out tarps and watermelons, fresh from the gardens. What’s that, you ask? Oh, of course these were donated willingly! What a strange question!

▷ The goal is to smash the watermelon the staff give you until the succulent red fruit inside is splattered all across the tarp, perfect for falling comically into or... eating, if you’re into that. The rules are that you must use your buttocks to do so, and you only get two tries. Successfully cracking open the watermelon on the first try will earn characters a large payout, and if it’s on the second try, a medium payout.

▷ Failing to bust a watermelon at all won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow! In order to keep their watermelon supplies steady for the duration of the beach festivities, the staff do ask that guests attempt this no more than once per day.

DAYDREAM PARASOLS

▷ Every umbrella set up on the sands has two lounge chairs set up underneath it, with a shared table between them. The chairs are padded and oh-so-comfy — sitting in them for too long while another person is present will result in both characters falling into a deep sleep.

▷ While asleep, characters will discover they’re sharing a dream with their umbrella-mate. The dream is always set on the same beach as the waking world, but there are floating clouds and sparkles in a range of pastel colors. Other beachgoers are faceless, if not entirely absent. It’s just the two of you.

▷ Anything the characters think of can drift in and out of the dreamscape, including but not limited to items from home, scary monsters to dramatically rescue your partner from, and strange abilities to fly or float through the air. However, characters will also be at full suit activation in the dream. Once both characters orgasm or they naturally wake up from their naps, they’ll find things are entirely back to normal, as much as they ever are in the resort.

NOTES

▶ All new arrivals have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort. The staff will strongly insist on characters picking out "summery" attire with it, though.

▶ Existing characters may be booted into the bungalows or locked out of their room against their will. We leave it up to player discretion if this happens and the degree to which they're removed from their normal suite.

▶ For the Daydream Parasols, wildcards may be afflicted by whichever suit their player prefers for the duration of the dream. This will have no bearing on their suit selection when applying, and suit effects should not manifest once back in the waking world. It's just a dream, after all!

▶ The dreamscape has no explicit time limit, so feel free to make them as long or as short as desired. Dreams should also be sexy first and foremost. While you can include your mom dying in the background if you'd like, you have to be horny about it too.

TWINKLING CURRENTS

THE PARTY NEVER STOPS

As the sun sets in a cascade of colors over the water, lamps are lit and floating lights surface from the depths. Stars twinkle in the sky, and Steve is finally released from his smoky shackles. Though the daytime amenities have gone to sleep, the night promises its own set of beachy wonders sure to please even the most distinguished of vacationers.

Flyers posted in the lobby and in the hallways promise of a bar ran by the most enchanting mermaids you could ever want to fuck, as well as a fireworks show in every color, including ones you’ve never heard of. With the seagulls gone to bed, peace settles across the sands, tinted blue, yellow, and pink from the myriad of lights. For those seeking a more subdued, romantic air — this is the beach for you.

SWIM UP TO THE BAR

▷ While the advertisements promised mermaids, they were careful not to include any photos or illustrations. Wading out into the sea to the floating bar quickly illustrates why: these merfolk are fish on top, not the bottom! If asked about this configuration or accused of being unsexy, they’ll lift their elegant legs out of the water and exclaim, “How else would you be able to fuck us if not for these!” Though a few guests seem unsatisfied by this clarification, there are no complaints about the drinks themselves.

▷ HOLDING ON TO SUMMER. This cocktail brings seaberry-gin, limoncello, white crème de cacao, and freshly squeezed lemon juice over pebbled ice, wrapping you in decadent flavors accenting the season. Drinking this cocktail can cause you to be overcome with the desire to lean back and sink into the ocean itself, but fret not! It also grants you the wonderful ability to breathe underwater, no gills required! And it’s topped with a yummy little ball of white chocolate.

▷ MANGO STAR. A delightfully bright drink in a highball glass, the combination of elderflower rose syrup and seaberry-gin floats a summery pink over the orange mixture of mango juice, lime juice and honey syrup on the bottom. On top are two cute little stars cut out of mango, accented with mint leaves. Guests who drink this cocktail report some confusion in the identity of other guests, as just one drink is enough to shift perception of others. Other characters may appear to be different guests of the resort, or familiar faces from home.

▷ SEABERRY FLORADORA. This is a vibrant cocktail made of seaberry-gin, ginger beer, lime juice and raspberry syrup, highlighted by floral ice cubes and edible flowers. Despite its bright pink color indicating a level of cheerfulness for the summer, this flavorful cocktail causes guests to be quickly overwhelmed with a sense of loneliness. The longer this sensation goes on, the more guests will try to seek out company to aid in the ache, even if it means appearing quite desperate in the process. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

▷ BLACKBERRY ROSEMARY GIMLET. Blackberries, rosemary sprigs, simple syrup, and a combination of seaberry-gin and lime juice make this aromatic cocktail. It’s double strained over ice and garnished with a blackberry on a pick, giving it a regal appearance. Drinking this cocktail causes obsessive and possessive behavior, however — sometimes to extreme levels. Should your partner choose this cocktail to drink, you may not want to mention anything that could make them jealous. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

▷ JUST SOME SEAWATER? Questioning the mermaids and mermen on how they came to be the way that they are will result in them offering you an item off the sea-cret menu. Taking a glass from the bar, they dip it into the ocean and offer it right over to you. Drinking the seawater does, in fact, turn you into a very sexy reverse merman or mermaid. This occurs whether or not you drink it from the glass or take in a gulp while swimming, so watch out!

ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY

▷ Where else could you get a perfect view of the stars? Despite the sea of lights below, the artificial nature of the skies in the resort means that all guests get an unrivaled view of the galaxy. Which galaxy? Why, any of them — characters will see a shifting range of constellations from night to night, including ones they don’t recognize, ones shaped a bit like something you might find in Love Dove, and ones that are identical to those from their home. Happy gazing!

▷ A fireworks show is held every night, from 10PM until 1AM. The noises are just loud enough to block out a whispered confession timed correctly, but aren’t quite enough to inhibit conversation. Most of the fireworks are from a design series known as Matteo’s Masterpieces, and range from the standard burst to abstract shapes to... well, you know. Unlike the sloppy doodles found in the margins of books while Swan Lake was decaying, all of the boobs and dicks blasted across the sky are very well rendered. For fireworks.

SANDY SCAVENGING

A GAME OF BEACHES

It wouldn't be the Golden Peacock without a game for guests to play! All guests that wander into the beach area may find themselves receiving one of two Watch messages. Some very special guests may even receive both challenges — or continuously receive a new challenge when the last 24 hours is up. The resort just wants you to have the most fun possible!

SCAVENGER HUNT: EASY MODE (SFW)

Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our EASY MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Great Tit! Dessert Vouchers and a large payout.

Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down and then publicly spanked by a SEAGULL LIFEGUARD.

Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

1. Collect one unfinished drink.

2. Collect two kisses.

3. Collect three pairs of sunglasses.

4. Collect four sets of sandals.

5. Collect five feathers from a lifeguard.

SCAVENGER HUNT: HARD MODE (NSFW)

Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our HARD MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Naked Yolk Kink Vouchers and an extra-large payout. Winners will also be given a limited edition WINNER pin. Any guests wearing a WINNER pin will be treated as kings and queens of the beach, and be permitted to command any other guests as they see fit.

Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down, stripped, and then strapped into the fuck pillory by our SEAGULL LIFEGUARDS. Losers will be free game for other guests to use for their pleasure.

Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

1. Collect one cup of cum.

2. Collect two bite marks.

3. Collect three pubic hairs.

4. Collect four nudes (nude images).

5. Collect five bathing suit bottoms.

NOTES

▶ All effects from the swim-up bar last around 2-3 hours, but may be extended by having another drink.

INTO THE DEPTHS

IT'S HIGH TIDE WE GET OUT OF HERE

Though the beach experience is perfect on the surface, things are less elegant behind the scenes. Wave-making machines pulse and rattle down below, shaking the ceiling of the basement suites. Water leaks from pipes, streaking across walls and pooling on the uneven floors. The maintenance levels are abuzz with staff setting out buckets and pans, shooing lost guests away with a heightened level of urgency. Someone got a little too enthusiastic with mopping, they claim. Nothing to worry about at all!

Even the ocean itself isn’t without its issues. Despite appearing as a boundless expanse from the shore, the walls of the Golden Peacock are a very real factor. To avoid any undue damage to the screens that comprise the sky, the sea stops abruptly before it reaches them, cascading into a waterfall all the way down to the depths of the resort. Gentle currents become swirling vortexes and choppy waves, sure to pull down any guests that aren’t careful about where they swim. A few gull-guards patrol the line of buoys that mark the end of the safe swimming area, but the primary line of defense the resort relies on is the utter disinterest most of its guests have.

TUMBLING DOWN

▷ Characters who stray past the line of buoys out in the far sea will find themselves caught in a riptide that sucks them straight over the edge of the water. This applies both to characters swimming, or characters in some sort of vessel, such as a small rowboat borrowed from the staff.

▷ Feel free to make up any sort of vehicle rentals in general, as long as they’re reasonable in size — they should be able to accommodate 1-2 characters at most. A waverider would be okay, but a yacht would not.

▷ While falling down the waterfall, characters will temporarily black out before hitting anything solid. They will resurface anywhere there is standing water, whether that be a flooded hallway, in the Crane’s Respite, or even in someone’s open toilet bowl. There are no limitations on where in the resort the resurfacing can happen; even the bathrooms at Roost aren’t safe from this teleportation.

A RISING FLOOD

▷ Drainage is a difficult aspect to manage. Though the majority of the seawater is recycled to maintain the ocean above, enough of it is siphoned off for deeper filtration that the resort’s plumbing systems simply can’t handle the volume. Leaks are happening on all floors below ground, increasing in depth the further down into the basement characters go.

▷ Characters living in the rank 2, 3, and 4 suites may notice that in addition to having leaks in the hallway, their own rooms are also flooding. This can range anywhere from a constant, unpleasantly damp floor, to having an entire cascade of water blow them and any other unsuspecting guests down several hallways the moment their door is opened. Life vests are recommended.

▷ The flooding will intensify as the event goes on, culminating in some of the maintenance levels being entirely underwater towards the end of the event. Once the event is over, the flooding will recede within about a day, leaving only a few water stains here and there as evidence of their presence.

NOTES

▶ Any amount of standing water is a valid target for a character’s resurfacing, even something as minor as a glass of water. For situations where a character would not actively fit into the source of their arrival, they will be violently flung out of it, knocking over or spilling it in the process if that’s possible.

▶ As always, players are free to control the level to which their individual characters are affected, and being flooded out of their space is not mandatory.

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OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: alcohol; altered states; aphrodisiacs; breeding urge; delusions; forced clotheswearing; hallucinations; harassment and bullying; jealousy; thalassophobia; transformation; unreality

▶ All 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 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 June event. The beach will ICly be present from June 15th - June 30th.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. 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 prioritized and receive attention!

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort! There are recent additions to the locations page as well, for those who have yet to see them!

▶ 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 regardless!

▶ 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.

▶ Don't forget your sunscreen! We'd hate for any chicken wings to come out burnt.

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

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Bakugō Katsuki 💥 Boku no Hero Academia

[blastedass]

[*click on headers to open prompts*]

001. ▶ BEACHFRONT PROPERTY.

💥 ➊ IT’S FREE REAL ESTATE

[Hazy... The sound of waves faintly in the distance call to his senses, dragging at him from the realm of sleep. Eyes flutter, a brief second of calm amid the random sheets- SHEETS?! No more calm! Fabric rustles in a flapping of sheets and sudden movement as the young man jolts upright in the bed, everything once atop him falling around his waist. His attention jerks left, then right, scanning the room in a rush. Where the hell is this place? What the hell is this place? No fires, no smoke, no ruined buildings, just the serene peace of a hotel room that looks way too beachy for anything familiar.

Is this death?

Fuck no! He's not dead! His heart's throbbing in his chest, but oddly there's no pain from what he previously had. Bakugo reaches up, touching at the side of his face. Nothing, no bandage or anything. He shoves out of the bed he's in and gets to his feet. A hospital. That's what this is. It has to be a fucking hospital. And yet, the more he takes in, the less likely that is. What hospital would have this kind of decoration?

OY! He instantly jerks the robe shut around his front, scowling at the flowing material and orange flower design. That's not a hospital robe either. There are bunk beds too, a miracle he didn't bash his head against the one above him. Is anyone in the opposing beds? If not, Bakugo's heading to the door to open it and head out into the hallway, robe tied around his waist to keep it shut and his modesty secure. Fucking weird... If he sees someone-]

Hey! [-he's yelling out to stop them.]

💥 ➋ THOSE WHO POUND SAND

[At least he got a proper swimsuit this time, dammit. A simple pair of orange boardshorts with black hems and a skull on the left leg. The hot beach sun is somewhat mitigated by the white button-down shirt left open on his chest, but he's mostly relying on the sunscreen. This place is fucked up. He went from the middle of a battle to a resort? He didn't even remember falling asleep! Just going on the offensive...]

FUCK OFF!! [Which doesn't seem to have changed at the moment. Anyone nearby is suddenly greeted with a loud, raucous sound of explosions, akin to grenades going off, and the squabbling of muscular gull-headed lifeguards locked in a combative tussle. Smoke and light burst out in vibrant fashion as Bakugo bounces off one blast after another, blitzing around in a smoke-trailing zigzag through the "flock" of gulls trying to vie for whatever's in his hand. Sand plumes upward as he shoots beneath a gull's legs and emerges from the mass like a volleyball player off a dive, only to blast against the beach below and vault foot over head to land on the sand again.] DO YOUR JOB AND DIE!!

[KA-BOOM!! A rattling second of firecrackers popping in his hand preludes a massive explosion pitched straight into the group, sending the lifeguards flying all over the place. It's at least enough to chase the bastards off, leaving Bakugo and his half-melted Popsicle alone in the sun.] Fucking birds...

002. ▶ FUN IN THE SUN.

💥 ➊ THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA

[It's not like he's never been to a beach party before. Whether it was as a kid with his parents, or a birthday party for a childhood friend, or even as middle school field trip (however that worked). Antisocial as fuck doesn't mean he's not willing to go out and partake in a few things, even if Bakugo's wary about what's going on in this place. The beach looks almost too perfect, the white sand practically silken underfoot, aqua waves postcard picturesque, and the scent of a cookout- ... Okay so that part's more interesting. The signature is Flamin’ Hop Skewers, huh? If this place up and nabbed him here, with offerings, then hell if he's not going to take part in one or two things.]

Gimme two! [Slapping a hand on the counter, Bakugo glares at the man slaving away over the barbecue grill. A newcomer, he has no idea who this Steve guy is and has zero empathy for whatever plight's caught him up in the smoke.] Shut up! I don't need a damn warning! You said they're hot so they better be or you're dead! [That's false advertising at its worst! Bakugo grabs both skewers, holding them in one hand between his fingers like claws, and steps aside to let the next person in line go. Then bites a chunk of meat off one of them, sampling the flavor. Sweet and hot and-]

Heh! [He's all grins. Definitely didn't skimp on the spicy part.] Nice.

💥 ➋ DON'T FORGET TO OIL UP

[Sportsmanship, huh? Bakugo tosses the volleyball up in the air a few times as the previous team rotates out. The sand's a mess beneath their feet from the prior game, including a few divots from a bodily crash, but that's the breaks. Sweat gleams in the sunlight as it trickles down his body, biceps hardening as he catches the ball between his hands and squeezes it in an intimidating show. His current team of four, self included, is already leading a strong 5 - 0 victory streak, and Bakugo's got no intention of letting that break any time soon.]

Get into position, dammit! We're gonna slaughter these idiots! [If you're on his team, Bakugo's automatically grabbed the captain spot and has proven his worth in both physical prowess and tactical skill. Still, if you've also proven you're a quality teammate, expect him to treat you fair but with high expectations for trusting in your ability.] You ready?

[Alternatively, if you're on the opposing team, Bakugo's team has drawn a fair crowd interested in watching the game he's leading. While he's good at catching bumps, he's the utmost best at spikes and serves, jumping high at the net or even back court and slamming the ball with explosive force and killer aim. His red eyes narrow, blazing with competitive heat at his opponent through the net, then lifts the ball, ready to serve it.] You're dead.

003. ▶ STARLIGHT ON THE WATER.

💥 ➊ ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY

[Unfortunately, despite his aggressive and violent disposition, Bakugo is a responsible young man and thus avoids the bar. He's not old enough to drink so why bother going there in the first place? Doesn't stop him from hearing the occasional passerby talking about the results of said drinks. Even more reason not to go there. The idea of merfolk being the reverse of normal? That's gross. Instead, he finds a quiet area on the beach and sits down in the sand, looking up at the night sky above him. The entire day's been a rush, still hardly understanding what's happening right now. Somehow the darkness brings a sense of peace, giving his mind time to rest from the hectic sun-drenched hours. While he's not so comfortable here as to lie down and close his eyes, the usual bombastic volume is calmed for the time being. Picking out constellations ends up being a weird pastime, but that's interrupted by the sudden display of fireworks. True, for someone who can make explosions out of his hands, fireworks lose a bit of their flair, but it's not like Bakugo can make the colors and shapes you find in the vibrant explosions going off abo-

... seriously? A fucking dick?] What the hell is wrong with this place?

004. ▶ INTO THE DEPTHS.

💥 ➊ TUMBLING DOWN (OR NOT)

[The sun's going down by the time Bakugo learns this place isn't a tropical resort and instead a laborious, well-executed facade that's running on technology. The skies, the waves, all of it's fake. Blame him for not bothering to mess with the watch or read any of its shitty messages in favor of storming around and demanding information from people. But if there's a limit to this area, then that limit is where this shit ends and the "real" world behind it begins. While part of him thinks it's best to blast his way out to the buoys and lifeguards, noting anyplace that says "off limits" is obviously a good place to start looking for a way out, they'd see him coming from a mile off. Yeah, he can take them without an issue, but...

He opts instead to rent a surfboard and enjoy the "illegal" approach. Cutting through the surf, shooting to curls, and riding atop the crests, Bakugo weaves his way between shore and deeper seas. He quickly picks up the timing pattern between the waves, occasionally sliding down the back of a wave to get even deeper into the ocean and closer to the edge of the sea. Aiming to keep out of attention of the lifeguards, the young man finally slips past the line of buoys and immediately hits the current he expected. The ocean had to fall off somewhere, right? Balancing on the board, Bakugo crouches lower, arms beside him to steady himself as he aims for the ironically-photogenic drop off. Wait, if this is a wave machine-]

Shit! [He immediately winds his legs in the leash attaching his ankle to the board and slams both hands down the second the board tilts over the edge. Explosions burst from his palms, bouncing him up into the air as the board dangles below him, giving him a good view of mist and salt spray obscuring the machinery below. That would be death down there if someone fell who couldn't get free. Glaring at the space, Bakugo scans the area a few times before growling in defeat and retreats backwards towards the beach, staying far above the life guards before finally dropping out of the sky and landing in the water again to surf back to shore.]

005. ▶ OOC NOTES - *read first*

💥 ➊ Permissions: Bakugo is 17 in canon and I have no preferences for character ages in sexual scenarios. OTA for gen threads, but a preference for M/M in explicit smut threads. You can find my OOC permissions and IC preferences here for further information.

💥 ➋ IC Notes: I'm pulling Bakugo from late in the My Hero Academia series' canon, so there will be spoilers if you thread with him. Also, he comes from a point in canon where he's heavily injured, but for the sake of more flexibility in the TDM, I've hand-waved some recovery. If you would like to play any of these threads with his canon injuries, I'm totally down for that.

💥 ➌ Wildcard: If none of these prompts work for you, feel free to toss your own starter and I'll respond to it, or throw an OOC comment either below or via PM and we'll hash something out that works for you! I'm fine writing specific starters if you want.

Those who pound sand (hello ♥)

[flashfirefist]

[It's strange to think of a series of explosions as sounding familiar, but Enji does. In between his expeditions to explore and investigate this new locale, he's paused to rest briefly in the shade of an ornate canopy. As the barrage of detonations rings out over the beach, sharp and sudden, he stands immediately. The furious shouting that accompanies the blasts confirms his suspicions.

Without delay, he heads towards the source of the commotion, striding over the sand. He arrives in time to see the lifeguards scattering in the wake of the final onslaught, and he looks on with approval. His expression softens slightly, fondly. He's more than a little pleased to see his trainee alive, and apparently whole. He can't say the same for himself, but as he's able to walk, to think, and to fight, he's not about to complain about the lack of an arm.]

Excellent technique.

[He has absolutely no criticisms to offer. He already despises those gull-headed creatures, and he'd already served them a fiery version of the same treatment. When they're supposed to protect others, but end up being a nuisance instead, they deserve what they get.

While he is glad to see Bakugou, he's simultaneously furious that Bakugou has appeared here. This is no place for—well, anyone, but especially not a UA student, and one of his trainees. Enji's responsible for him, and he has a duty to protect him. Not that Bakugou can't protect himself as well, but it's the principle of it! Enji's slightly softened expression grows severe again with concern. Whoever is responsible for this will answer for it.]

As expected.

[Hopefully, they can agree not to mention each other's garb; his own swimsuit sports a gaudy flame pattern—which, despite its obvious theming, was not his choice.]

(hello hello ♥)

[blastedass]

[When he was younger, he dreamed of the entire world standing still at the sound of his explosions, recognizing their roar as vivid proof Bakugo was there and taking care of business! Those sounds meant safety and amazement and fame! Now... most of that's still the same, but he quickly found out drawing a bunch of attention to himself can get really fucking annoying really fast!

Though he's pretty sure that's not what those damn gull-headed people were attracted to. Should've known. Seagulls are a pain in the ass no matter what world or country you live in. Bakugo sweeps his hand through the smoke in a quick rush to clear it, then checks on his lingering treat. Even amid the blazing sun, it's not completely melted yet, despite the intense activity it just went through. That's not to say a fair bit of drips already landed on his hand. Growling, he hikes it up and licks at the droplets on the outside of his palm.

Only to pause at the voice. What the fuck?

Bakugo jerks his head up, staring at the obvious sight of his erstwhile mentor. He takes him in quickly, eyes running here and there, one part relieved to see him, the other part completely shocked Endeavor's standing there. How-? Why is he-?]

THIS IS BULLSHIT!! WHY ARE YOU HERE?!

[Bakugo's alive, yes, but the new scars on his right arm, right cheek, and burst at the center of his chest suggest he hadn't escaped from his own battles unscathed. The last thing he remembers from home hadn't been pleasant either. There's no way he missed Endeavor's missing arm either and it makes his chest clench, anger and concern flaring up together.]

What the hell happened?

[Dammit, Endeavor! Don't you dare think you're getting the chance to go off on whoever's responsible for bringing them here! That's his dibs and he's not going to be shown up in the matter of slaughtering their damn lives by a Pro Hero!

He's not gonna mention the flaming swimsuit. Yet.]

[flashfirefist]

[Enji takes in the sight of Bakugou's scars, looking him over worriedly, still frowning deeply. So many of those fighting had been so gravely injured, and it infuriates him to see these signs of the war written across the young man in front of him. If Enji is scarred, it's fine, but that's different.

The war hasn't gone as planned, but plans often go awry. Regardless, they have to keep fighting to the end—once they get out of this ludicrous nightmare.]

OF COURSE IT'S BULLSHIT! WHY AM I HERE?! WHY ARE YOU HERE?

[His own voice rises in concern, as flames rise around his face. He had been trying to remain calm, but that had only lasted so long. Bakugou's the one who's not supposed to be here! More than Enji's not supposed to be here. At the question, however, he blinks, his voice lowering again as he glances down at his right arm.]

I'm fine! I had to block an attack.

[It wasn't ideal, but it was necessary. He's the person most suited to sustain such damage.

No—Enji's already determined to make the people in charge here pay. It's not Bakugou's responsibility. Bakugou was his trainee, and is his son's friend! Clearly, Enji is the one with the mandate to make the abductors regret having been born.

Do not mention the flaming swimsuit. Just don't.]

across the night sky

[notscar]

[ any place that tends to be unoccupied, left alone by most if not all the other beachgoers... even at night, is a place where leona feels comfortable. having said that, it also speaks to the kind of person who might want to have their thoughts uninterrupted. enjoy the sights and sounds of the water meeting the shoreline. it'd be a perfect time to do all of this if the fireworks didn't soon interrupt it and.

and...

leona chuckles. it really figures. he's been living the resort life for six months now. of course the fireworks had to be shaped like that. bakugou's reaction is amusing, as it should be to someone who's unfortunately grown accustomed to the overtly lewd and the subtle innuendos of the golden peacock. ]

Do ya really wanna know?

[ he sits up from his previously laid out position, raising a hand to cover his mouth as he yawns. ]

leonaaa

[blastedass]

[if he knew there was someone else here, he hadn't made it obvious in the moment. content to stay where he is and not make a nuisance of himself means he expects anyone around him to do the same. an aggravated comment growled at the sky because some dumbass is shooting pervy fireworks into the night doesn't give them permission to break the relative quiet and interact!

meaning when that sudden voice intrudes on his own personal irritation, bakugo glares to the side at the new shape introducing itself to the starlit horizon nearby. his eyes narrow and he's not curbing the slight wariness that courses through his body. still so new to this place, anyone's instinctively suspect. part of him stubbornly wants to claim this a dream or a major medication-induced coma head trip, but... most of him's starting to accept reality.]

If you know, spit it out.

❤️🦁

[notscar]

'kay. I'll try to explain it to ya as best as I can.

[ but what is leona's best, really? if it's not out of convenience, then he's doing it so he can profit from it later. improvised scheming for someone who clearly has a little bit of knowledge. the upper hand. a position that he relishes having. and that leona's finally feeling less tired and more intrigued on how bakugou will react upon some of the observations the beastman has made over the past half year... ]

If ya haven't noticed already, you're at a resort where everythin' is 'bout fuckin'. If anythin', those fireworks are the most innocuous thing you're experiencin' right now.

[ at least some of the food and drink are labeled appropriately. that's one plus, if there are any pluses. ]

That good enough of an answer for ya?

[ it probably isn't, but that's what he's aiming for. ]

it's free real estate ❤️

[skinstitch]

( oh, now there's a voice he hasn't heard in awhile.

when they'd had the kid in their custody, curled around him like he could be convinced just by their crooning alone, he hadn't talked much. at first, anyway, and a lot of that had been the restraints; after that, he'd been loud as hell, bitching and complaining just as he thought he would. that had been a pointless endeavor from the start: he had thought so, anyway, though his opinions hadn't mattered much, in the end. shouto's stupid little friend had gotten away, and that whole thing had become a fucking mess--those days feel a little too distant, now, like the memories blur together, rubbed out by everything that tumbled into place after that.

and where does he end up meeting the kid again? outside a manufactured bungalow, on a manufactured beach, under a manufactured sun, across from a manufactured ocean. absolutely ridiculous. maybe a part of him had figured that no one else from their world would end up here--that they'd been chosen for a reason, chosen because they were villains, chosen for any other reason.

and this stupid fucking explosive kid ruins all of that.

he could kill him now, of course. that's not even a thought that needs recognition; he could kill him while has the upper hand, kill him while he's unawares. but he already knows what happens, mostly--killing him would be pointless. impermanent. with a breath of irritation, hands slung into the pockets of his trousers, he turns on his heels to face bakugou: his hair is dark, sure, and he's dressed differently, yeah, in a loose tshirt, lightweight for the beach. but there's no way that bakugou won't recognize him. )

Yeah? You think I'm fucking housekeeping or something?

( playfully drawled, as he takes one step forward--and then stops, his bare feet digging into the sand that's outside the bungalow that bakugou burst out of. his gaze drops, falls, eyeing the sheer orange robe that's draped around him.

there's a laugh of amusement, pressed through his nose. )

Your dick's hanging out, you know. Trying to tell me something?

hard mode instantly ❤️

[blastedass]

[of course he didn't recognize him. he's only ever seen the bastard in his emo coat from the back. black spiky hair isn't exactly uncommon in their world. but the second that figure twists round to face him, the walls swing inward behind him, dragging the world into a focal point of shock. he's never forgotten that sensation of a hot hand on the back of his neck as those words drift out behind him as callous as charcoal. the only one in that group of freaks who he would remotely consider intelligent, considering the burned man knew exactly what he didn't want to risk when he sicced the fucking lizard on his restraints. there's been no other interaction since, but once was all he cared to have in his life.

then why now? why here of all places is this murderous pyromaniac suddenly in the hallway of whatever the fuck this place is? dressed in completely out of place clothes (according to what he's familiar of dabi wearing) and appearing none the worse for wear. if he thought he was dead and gone to the realm beyond, or finally waking up in a bad-prank hospital, both options are swiftly stripped from his mind and smashed into a red-light warning flare. why's a fucking villain here?!

instantly his body's alert, red eyes narrowing on the man in front of him. if dabi thinks he's got any sort of upper hand here, he's a fool. the shit part is, he knows the villain's not. if this is real at all... right now, he needs to focus on taking this charred prick out before he can risk anyone else harm. it might be weird circumstance he's come face to face with him, but heroes are taught to be able to react and adapt. but... he can't shake the feeling this is too fucking casual. why would dabi even be wearing that kind of shit?! walking around in broad daylight like it's normal!

then he opens his mouth and his expression flattens into complete pissed-off annoyance dunked in wry ire. yep, that's fucking bacon face. no doubt about it. dabi steps forward and he curls one hand into a fist. silent warning. at least until those turquoise eyes drop and suddenly he's really wishing he could blow the guy's head off!]

SHUT THE HELL UP!! [promptly ripping the top half of the robe down and tying it round his waist to block off everything with a triple layer of fabric! prick!] WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE!?!

what's that, he's hard instantly~? ❤️

[skinstitch]

( there's immediate laughter, slow and balanced--his shoulders lift with it, mouth splitting into a grin, and his gaze scrolls back down along bakugou's body, as though reassuring him that he'll definitely keep his focus there, where all the fabric's bunched up now, as though to see if he can still peek through the material. makes it harder when the kid's tied it around to try to block everything off--then again, now he's got different things to look at, a narrow-eyed scrutiny that rolls up bakugou's stomach, along his chest up to that angry face.

interesting. he knows better than to ask about it--maybe he knows some of it, but he'd been a little distracted, the last time he'd been in bakugou's vicinity, hadn't even noticed the kid down there or not. he's still energetic enough to be screaming his head off, so it's not like he's going to be wasting away any time soon.

with a wry smile: ) Why the fuck are you here?

I've been here for six months. Pretty sure that means you're in my territory with your temper tantrum. You wanna say sorry?

( no, he figures he won't--hero kids just like the rest of the heroes, self-righteous assholes who think they know everything when they don't. he's betting bakugou has no fucking idea where the hell he is, or why, or what he's going to have to do: which means this is about to become a fun little game.

his head tilts, as though in invitation. )

Tell you what. You keep your hands down, and I'll get you something to wear that doesn't have you flashing everyone. Gonna guess you don't have all that much money, and a hero would never steal, right?

001 sand

[tfy]

[The last thing he wants to hear right now is someone screaming obscenities. He's a prude about language, and it totally ruins the relaxing summer mood!

But then again, the House already took care of that on their own, with their forced scavenger hunt and creepy monstrous lifeguards. "Collect five feathers from lifeguards": that's one of the tasks he's stuck with. So when Bakugo sends those seagull-headed freaks flying, Hiyori doesn't waste any time.

Or he doesn't waste much time, anyway. He does spend a moment standing there frozen, his arms raising to protect himself against the blast, but it's not close enough for him to get caught in it. Only the guards are, and when he lowers his arms he sees their feathers falling through the air like snowflakes. Very unlucky for them, but very fortunate for him!]

Thanks for your help!

[This is how he greets Bakugo after plucking two feathers from the air and picking two more off the ground. And is that a fifth he sees sitting on Bakugo's head? Why yes, yes it is! He'll step closer, intending to collect that one next, though he doesn't reach out just yet.]

You've got something on your head, by the way. Mind letting me take that off your hands?

[blastedass]

[If these damn muscle-bound gull-headed freaks weren't so annoying, he might've been more inclined to treat the who scenario like a challenging training session. But they're not! Shutting a few up with a blast to the face or a knee to the beak or worse is just desserts for the way they're clawing at him like that. Sucks none of them are the quiet type like Tokoyami. Makes it all the more satisfying to finally send their half-fried asses flying and getting some peace.

Bakugo's not expecting to suddenly find some blonde guy walking through the fading smoke and picking up the feathers from the air and ground. Sure, he's seen some people go birding in Japan, once or twice in his life, and picked up bird feathers when he was a kid. But this doesn't look like that. Hence the weird expression he's giving Hiyori as the guy thanks him.]

Haa?! I didn't help you! [He doesn't even know this guy! Though if he's collecting feathers, he guesses that's help? If you really want some burnt or ruffled feathers. Wasn't like he was getting the nice ones from the wings either. An ashen brow arches when the guy gets closer to him. As soon as Hiyori mentions his head, Bakugo sweeps a hand up and forward, brushing the one or two feathers off his spiky crown.] Tch, why would I wanna keep them?

[tfy]

But you did help! I needed to collect feathers, and you gave me feathers ♪

[He doesn't explain why he needs the feathers. He just keeps smiling, stepping close but not too close. Personal space invasion doesn't seem wise, as this person seems like he might have an explosive temper. He'd rather not be sent flying next.

Keeping a polite distance means he isn't able to catch the feathers in time when Bakugo brushes them off his head. That doesn't please him as much—couldn't he have handed them over so he doesn't have to pick them off the ground?—but whatever. He'll forgive it just this once. He's just glad to have the task complete!]

Great!

[Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth (or at least not at this moment), he bends down to pick up a fallen feather. That makes five, which he slips into his hoodie pocket for now. (Walking around shirtless isn't an option thanks to that ugly suit tattoo he has on his back, but whenever a staff member squawks at him to show more skin, he just unzips the hoodie and sends them a flirtatious wink. That takes care of it!)

He could explain the whole scavenger hunt, and he will if Bakugo asks. Once he's back on his feet, however, he decides to steer things in a different direction.]

That was a great show, by the way. The way you sent them flying with your magic really wowed me ♪ Or at least I assume that was magic. You weren't just throwing grenades at them, were you?

beach bunny! lmk if anything doesn't work~

[loosestrifes]

( Esikko isn't quite in line, but he's very much interested in these little skewers of rabbit meat. Lingering to the side, he's been observing the last few patrons as close as he can without actively being in their faces— for the most part, he looks like an indecisive customer himself, stepping this way and that, touching his lips in careful consideration.

It's Bakugo's noisy demeanor that draws his attention his direction. Hmm, noisy, but easy to offer opinions as loudly and clearly as possible, so this should work? And so, he takes a few careful steps through the sand, crossing the line with polite mutterings before he finds himself at Bakugo's side. Here, he leans in a little, enough to make his interest clear while keeping a respectable distance, and folds his arms behind his back. )

Is it terribly spicy, then? Ahh, what a shame... I can't handle the heat at all.

( Spice, he means, though he looks so sickly pale that the sun can be assumed to be a difficulty all the same. )

How does it taste? ( Blue eyes scan Bakugo's face, and glancing briefly up to his head, almost like he's wondering if rabbit ears might sprout out...

But, he's already gathered they won't, so there must be something else. )

works for me!

[blastedass]

[Ripping off another piece stains the corner of his mouth red with the sauce, canine teeth digging into the meat almost putting his appearance to some beast that's going in for another feast of his kill. At least that's what it looks like when Bakugo turns his attention askance to glare at this random stranger floating around his flank. Get too close and he's gonna snarl. He saw this guy earlier loitering around the barbecue. Was this what he was going for? Some damn trial run?]

Sucks to be you. [Bakugo figures it's the spice kind of heat, though considering this guy's pale as a fucking vampire, maybe the sun's looped in as well. He chews the piece into his mouth completely and eventually swallows it, tongue running across the rim of his lips to wipe the sauce off.

... he's still here?] Haa? What the hell are you hanging around for? You want so, go fucking get some!

[The guy's slaving away at the grill so that means he can make a custom order without the sauce.]

[loosestrifes]

( He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to try some of the meat for himself, but that's not entirely why he's here, right now. The only sign of his own annoyance at Bakugo's response is a thin smile, sharp mostly in the eyes, a little too calm.

At the very least, he stands straight again, hands still folded behind him as he takes another step or two forward, almost circling around Bakugo. )

Oh, you don't know, do you?

( There's a taunting sort of lilt to his voice, despite the polite way he holds himself. Falsely pleasant, slightly amused— he taps a finger at his own bottom lip. )

The food here is often drugged. I'm curious to see what this one does.

( Not that it would stop him from eating it, most likely. )

I don't see any cute little bunny ears sprouting from your had, so it must be a bit more basic than that.

tumbling down (or not)

[extramortem]

( ooc: o/ hi again! a very different character this time, but we threaded together at noctium! i was shinsou there. hope you're doing well! )

( throughout the entirety of bakugou’s daring escapade, makoto is resting on the beach, legs extended into the gentle lap of the surf with his arms propping him up in the sand behind him. after the unrelenting energy of the day—be it others trying to either goad him into helping him with their scavenger hunts, or try this dubious cocktail or that equally-dubious kabob, or the occasional maneuver he has to do to avoid the ire of those ridiculous seagull lifeguards—he’s more than content to actually enjoy the peace and quiet of time kept to oneself. there are many things about the golden peacock that he prefers to where he was taken from. of course, he’d literally been taken out of hell to come here, so that goes without saying, right? but as terrible and sometimes hopeless as his situation in hell had felt, there was at least the partial freedom to step outside. when makoto had thought that his world might fall apart, and himself with it, he had stood on the balcony in the brisk cold with the demon who had claimed the last of his humanity. he’d attempted to smoke, then drink, and then he’d cried, but now when he thinks back on it, all he can think is that it had been fjord’s compassion and the bite of the night air which had saved him then. it had allowed him to bend, rather than break.

that first and only friend he’d made in hell wasn’t here now, and it just isn’t the same up in these upper levels of the resort, no matter how advanced the illusion is. there’s just something missing in the simulated sun and the modulated wind; it’s missing in the feeling of the sand and the salinity of the false sea air. even still, he knows it’s the closest he’s going to get. he tries to absorb it as much as he can, for all that it’s worth—even if, as a facsimile, it’s not worth all that much in the end.

looking out to sea, makoto pays witness to the tail end of the other teenager’s misadventure, though his weak, formerly-human eyes don’t allow him to make out many details at distance. he sees bakugou soar as a speck from the horizon, followed by a strange, sporadic tail of pops of light (explosions?), before leveling out and slowly getting larger. coming closer? at first he’d thought it was some weird malfunctioning firework, but if it’s coming this way—by the time he comes crashing back down into the water, he’s close enough for makoto to tell it’s another person. his eyes go wide, and he sits up. as luck would have it, the section of beach where he’s sitting is exactly the piece of shoreline bakugou arrives back to.

his eyes are still wide when he does, wide silver discs like coins shining out of blood-red sclera; it would seem he’d seen at least part of what had happened. )

Decided to be part of the fireworks? I think you’re a little early.

[blastedass]

[ooc: hello hello~ very different indeed! doing well for the most part!]

[for a facsimile, it's annoyingly accurate. he's not going to think too hard about where the water comes from, whether it's reused like normal wave machines, and how it's treated to keep it... is "fresh" the right word to use here, or "clean"? this high up, it's easy to tell the sky is false, but the technology that makes it up is fucking impressive. just how high tech is this place? who the hell knows. maybe he'll figure it out eventually. the heat is real and the sand isn't fake. someone said this is a "new" experience, so that raises even more questions.

alternating between explosions with one hand and keeping the board at his side with the other, he bounces his way in long arcs through the air, until he's safe distanced enough to drop back down into the water and avoid any of those shitty gullguards. the board slices through the waves and he keeps himself pressed to it like a knife blade to sloop in the water at a curve, then pops back up once buoyancy shoves him through the surface. bwah! he gasps for breath quickly and climbs onto the surfboard before the next wave starts to build up. catching it, bakugo rides the wave across the ocean and finally glides back into shore with an easy motion.

a quick hook with his foot flips the board up behind him and he catches it under one arm, walking of the water with one hand scuffing the back of his head. probably enough adventure for the time being... almost getting turned into gear meat will do that. bakugo glances up at the voice, making a slight face when he comes in sight of what looks like a medical problem. are eyes supposed to be that fucking red?]

I'm not a fucking firework. [he just didn't have a death wish.]

[extramortem]

( as far as makoto has been able to tell, the mechanics of the resort are a confused tangle of machine and magic, combined and intertwined in such a way that the two are practically indistinguishable at this point. there is logic to it; even the most whimsical things here don’t seem to actually occur based on something as inconcrete as whim. as for makoto, he doesn’t feel any particular impetus to try to tear back the curtain and try to puzzle out from the schematics how this place works—or, at least, not yet, anyway. he’s still under the impression that he can get something out of playing along according to the rules. should that suddenly become less of a viable option, he might start to consider more dramatic alternatives. his first choice would be to work with what is already established, as it’s always easier than trying to tear something down and start again. were he still in hell, he’d only face a fate worse than death if he stubbornly refused to play according to demons’ rules—both here and there, it seems as though you either sink or swim.

for all his myriad faults and inherent weaknesses, makoto isn’t the type to give up. he swims, fighting back even when there isn’t a chance in hell he could manage to do anything about it. what some might call foolishness is perhaps his only supernal trait: undying, tenacious determination.

anyways. makoto is just a little bitter about this new little feature of the gardens, even as he enjoys it however he can—that’s just because his room in the basement of the resort has basically flooded on account of it, requiring him to stay with others elsewhere. it’s not his preference. he’s the fiercely independent type. he’s also never been particularly sporting, so he’s the wrong audience to find any of bakugou’s surfing or antics with the board impressive or interesting. he’s more curious in the other teenager, though… honestly, the more he looks at him, the more he starts to get a bad feeling. when he had been human and alive, he… hadn’t had great experiences with the other students at school. even before the other young man replies to him, he’s getting the sense that perhaps he should have been more cautious—opening himself up to further youthful bullying is not something he’d like to do, at any point. he’d honestly prefer to field the attentions of a lecherous demon over those of a schoolyard bully any day.

but! maybe he’s getting ahead of himself. maybe that’s not even a concern.

he shrugs. ) Even if not, you have a very… interesting way of flying. ( as one gets closer, they might find that makoto’s strange eyes aren’t the weirdest thing about him—besides the deathly pallor to his skin, the most shocking thing tends to be the fact that his head appears to be sewn onto his body. he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees in the shallow surf as he asks, ) Did you see anything interesting out there?

Starlight

[emyoji]

[ Seimei is used to the resort's particular sense of taste and has been around long enough in general to have outgrown any sense of surprise. Well, for the most part. He's still surprised at the sour attitude the teen has sitting alone on the beach, watching what should be a pretty impressive fireworks display (image choices notwithstanding, of course). Smiling brightly, the fox son sits nearby, looking up as the flash of brightly colored genitals burst above them. ]

Hmm? What do you mean? I think it's impressive that they can be so accurate! Look, they even added in detail. You can see the shading!

[ Think positive, blondie. ]

[blastedass]

[Who's going to be happy about getting kidnapped, shoved into a perverted prison masquerading as a hotel, then expecting some small downtime with decent fireworks, having a bunch of lewd images blow up in the sky above?! Not someone who's fresh to the hotel, that's for sure. Granted, the normal fireworks aren't bad, but like how a few bad apples can ruin the lot, getting jarred out of his slight relax by a gaudy dick is not helping any attempts at relaxing. Some stranger piping up nearby to counter his muttering comments to himself just jerks up the irritation.]

Haa?! What the hell do they think we are, a bunch of 11 year old brats?!

[The maturity aspect-- "hahaha boobs!" --at least...]

[emyoji]

[ It's true. They really are being toyed with, but Seimei is a long-lived creature who is confident that they'll all eventually manage to escape a resolve everything, hopefully by finding a compromise between the unfortunate guests and the powers residing over the resort, and everyone will be fine. He's not that worried.

But that perspective is the perspective of a youkai that has already lived many lifetimes over. He can be considered unnaturally calm under duress. Seimei grins at the blonde, gently teasing. ]

Maybe it's meant as a suggestion? We should appreciate the artform. And the physical form.

[ He can't help it. The bristling makes him want to poke the grumpy young man even more. ]

night sky!! emerges from homework to slap this on the table!!

[redfeathers]

( It's different to see fireworks from the ground. With eyes like his, Hawks can still see a sharp level of detail in the already well rendered shapes, but it's not the same. Up high, perched atop a building to watch fire works in the sky always hits differently. There's a clarity up there you can't get on the ground, feels more vibrant to be that close to them as they explode through the sky. But he can't help but wonder if it'd even be the same in a place like this, even if he could find a place high up.

He'll take what he can get, though. Fireworks are fireworks, and what's not to light about pretty colors and flashy shapes in the sky? And besides, something about it reminds him of home. Of the blaze of Endeavor's flames across his body and in the air, the rush of heat Shouto can bring in a rush, the flash of explosions from Bakugou's hands and gauntlets, and Dabi— Ah, he doesn't want to finish that thought. Not now when he can enjoy the beach and the calm from the buzz of the day.

His trek across the sand is a quiet one beyond the faint shift of sand under bare feet. His arms are up, folded behind his head where his fingers are interlocked. It'd be nice to find a spot somewhere and sprawl across the still warm sands, let the heat warm the small wings that hang lazily behind him as he goes.

There's a pause in the display above, preparation for another round, he thinks, and as he walks, he notes someone sitting, has a thought that the outline of their head and back is familiar. But he seems content to keep walking. Then there's the pop of more fireworks, his eyes going up in time to see the shape when he hears that voice.

His wings flex, lifting curiously, and his arms lower. Ah, of course he recognizes that voice. His path forward turns towards Bakugou instead. And as he does, the younger blond will recognize the handful of red feathers that zip past, bunching together to block part of the other's view of the lewd firework display. They're easy to bat away or grab if Bakugou really wants to. )

Depends who you ask~ ( Hawks chirps playfully as he makes his way closer, crouching neatly beside the younger. He perches one elbow on his knees, tipping his cheek against his hand as he offers a warm smile in greeting. ) Bakugou-kun.

slap it~

[blastedass]

[Fireworks are supposed to be thrilling, inspire awe and excitement, along with a feeling of celebration and accomplishment over whatever is being commemorated. And the start of these had showed that same theme. Nostalgia for fireworks at various holidays and festivals back in Japan quickly sweeps through his chest, reminding him of younger times when the weight of responsibility wasn't sitting on him. Childhood days...

All of that is suddenly obfuscated by a sudden bunch of red feathers. For a second, he thinks it's some kind of bird, head twitching backwards in surprise and avoidance. But it's only a second, then recognition clicks in and his heart slams fast. He'd know those feathers anywhere. The crimson color, quills and splay, long oval shapes. Certainly he's not as intimate with them as Tokoyami, but the last thing he heard in the war regarding Hawks...

Bakugo immediately looks towards the voice, knowing it the moment the other hero's tone reaches his ears. Hawks... Red eyes widen, staring with a half-open mouth for the briefest of moments as the winged man crouches beside him, a firework overhead bursting green and spilling a strangely-colored light all over his figure. Same hair, cut a shorter, the marks on his eyes, the smaller wings, scar on the side of his neck, yet it's Hawks without a doubt.]

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE, BIRD BRAIN?! [He leans forward, elbows on his tented knees and face twisted in an expression that's surprise, excitement, relief, rage, annoyance, and disbelief all at once. Hawks is alive- He knew he was, but there was no guarantee in the war and he... fuck, he's here, walking around, safe. Dammit, why the hell is he here?!] HOW COULD YOU GET KIDNAPPED, DUMBASS?!

[No, he really cares.]

[redfeathers]

( If there was any doubt whether this is actually Bakugou, it doesn’t last when the younger blond speaks. He lets out a soft, short laugh in response, lips stretching into a wider grin. The raised voice doesn’t bother him, and he’s sure he understands what it is. This is the other’s way of expressing some degree of concern in his own way. It’s funny in its own way. He wouldn’t say they’re close or anything like that, but he thinks stuff like that doesn’t matter much when you’re dealing with the stuff they have and are back home.

He raises a brow slowly, watches him carefully for a few, long seconds. Another burst of a firework bursts overhead, bathing them in a shower of multi-colored light. It’s hard to be sure how much exactly Bakugou’s been through in this sort of lighting, but he can make out small things. Injuries he hadn’t had the last time they saw one another, and that brings more than a few questions to mind. Is this going to be like with Twice and Comress where they’re from a different time all together? He still hasn’t quite figured out how all of it works, but he knows it’s not exclusive to just their group.

Those thoughts don’t show, though, in the playful way his eyes go up, his fingers tapping his chin like he’s really thinking about everything Bakugou is saying. ) I was looking for a nice place to watch the fireworks. Maybe some place warm, too, I’ve been kinda cold lately… ( It’s a serious answer even if he’s acting like this is all a casual joke. He has been cold since he woke up this morning, not to mention his brain is kinda fuzzy and who knows how long of an empty gap in his memories. But that’s not important. He’s a lot more curious about Bakugou. )

Kidnapped? I thought it was the vacation I’ve always dreamed of at a fancy casino. ( His gaze lowers, hand dropping to his other thigh with an arched brow and that same, teasing grin. )

It’s not too bad. ( If you look past all the sexual overtones and overall debauchery. But it’s probably best not to get too into all of that for the moment. While he can’t say they’re friends or anything really like that, he still knows it’s easy to set the other off without much effort. A hair trigger he has to be careful not to touch. )

How are you doing? ( This is a lot to swallow, he knows. )