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TDM 05



【 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 in our KING SUITES for all new arrivals. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience.

As a token of our gratitude for your understanding, front reception has arranged for a GRAND FEAST to welcome our newest guests. The attendance of all guests is required. The house will enforce compliance.

Please note that rank-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking social code may be disciplined. We hope you enjoy your stay! 】



ARRIVAL
DIVINE AWAKENING
A cool breeze lofts across the room. Gentle, soothing. Cotton sheets and silken covers slip with the tired stretch of limbs. New arrivals dozing in the comfort of their king-sized beds wake to the balmy warmth of a hazy sun and the rhythmic lap of waves on the shore. Clouds mist around the floor, granting ethereal ambiance. Gauzy curtains flutter, revealing a majestic stretch of sky in all directions. This temple is nestled at the top of a mountain, one where the sea somehow meets its edge.

All King suites have been set to the Heavenly setting for the comfort of these new Wildcards. To call this place a room feels like a misnomer; all of the senses scream that this is a real temple at the top of a crisp oceanside mountain. The only clue that this place isn't what it seems is the door in the distance. It stands dark against light, a stark rectangle distinctly out of place.

New arrivals aren't waking up alone. Reception would never expect their guests to wake up in a cold bed. All new guests will be waking up next to another Wildcard or a current guest snatched up from the hallways. Guests waking up in these heavenly King suites will wake dressed in sheer white tunics and togas that leave very little to the imagination.
MARK OF THE GODS None of the traditional suits have manifested on these Wildcards. Instead, all new arrivals will discover intricate patterns winding their arms and legs, each one different from the next. Thorns, vines, stars, or moons — the commonality of these marks is that they come in either glittering gold or shimmering silver.

► BENEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of gold running along their skin have been identified as benevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the kind spirit within. All benevolent Wildcards may experience the effects of any RED SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.

► MALEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of silver running along their skin have been identified as malevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the muck that lurks beneath the surface. All malevolent deities may experience the effects of any BLACK SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.
MADDENING HUNGER Itchy throat, dry mouth. Headache. Hungry. It comes on slow, at first nothing of note. But, surely, it begins to deepen. Grapes don't feel filling. Water barely quenches thirst. All new arrivals will wake up in a state of hunger. They will find that despite the complimentary snacks left in their room by room service, nothing hits the spot.

No matter how much food they eat, these new arrivals, who have been dubbed as divines, won't find any satiation from food or wine. This gnawing hunger is exhausting; as it increases, their strength decreases. They cannot continue on like this for long.

All Wildcards, regardless of divine differentiation, will need to be worshipped for sustenance. Otherwise, they risk falling into a frenzied state.

There are many ways they can be worshipped. While having their bodies worshiped through sex is the most effective, they can find minor relief in acts of praise, affection, offerings, service, and so on. The longer a Wildcard goes without being worshiped, the more their god mark will leech their energy, and the faster they will lose their sanity. Loss of sanity can result in any kind of frenzy, from general mania to breaking from reality.
GILDED CAGE
AN ENDLESS FEAST
Doors to the grand banquet hall of Gilded Cage have been opened. A singular massive table stretches throughout the entirety of the restaurant, every available inch loaded with trays of food and goblets of wine. Waiters seamlessly dip in and out of the kitchens with platters over their shoulders, bringing delectable cuisine from all avenues of every earth around for guests to enjoy. Vibrant fruits, roasted meats, and decadent desserts funnel into the hall without end.

Rugs and cushions have been laid out for low rank guests. All high rank guests have thrones and benches covered in crushed velvet and delicate linens. Wildcards have a seat of honor amongst it all, each fresh new divine lead to the grand dais for their own semi-private tent with daybed and eager servants.

Low ranks are carefully watched by security and wait staff. Some low rank guests may even be dragged in by resort staff to assist serving high rank guests and Wildcards. All high rank guests and Wildcards are revered and catered to during the feast. Low rank guests are expected to feed them, rub their feet, and comply with any whimsical demands. Any low rank guest that defies a higher ranked guest is at risk of being shackled, forced to scrub chamber pots, and other humiliating punishments.
ROYALSRoyal cards are King, Queen, and Jack ranks. All ranks beneath them must comply with their demands, no matter how whimsical or stupid. They are waited on hand and foot, with low ranks throwing themselves forward for the honor of pleasing them. Royals do not need to obey the commands of anyone aside from Wildcards. While it is good manners for a lower royal card to defer to a higher royal card they will not be punished if they decline.

► Royal cards are encouraged to eat, drink, and be merry. Be selfish! Be greedy! Take everything you want! There is no end to the pampering and indulgence offered to royals. Long-standing guests line up to flatter them and give them gifts. Resort staff are desperate to make them laugh or smile. A royal card frowning strikes terror every servant. Resort staff will insist that they seek their own pleasures and not worry about the feelings of those lowly cards. All numbered cards exist to satisfy the royals; being concerned about their peasant feelings is unnecessary.

Royals can command any numbered rank. If they find a numbered rank they particularly like they may monopolize them for their exclusive use. The word no does not exist. Whatever a royal wants, a royal gets. They can also issue punishments to numbered ranks that do not please them. There are guards prepared to discipline servants at their command. They may also dominate unruly servants with their own hands if that pleases them.
SERVANTSServant cards are ranks A - 10. Hierarchy exists within the servants as well. While a rank 10 servant must flatter and please the royals, they may issue orders to any servant rank beneath them. This continues down the line — a rank 6 servant must obey and adore any rank above them but may command and bully any rank below them.

The Ace rank shows its fickle nature. All Ace cards are bottom-barrel servants sitting at Rank 1 that anyone can bully. They are automatically ordered to clean up trash, scrub sticky floors, and dance provocatively for any rank that demands a show.

Servants must obey anyone that outranks them. There are guards standing along the walls waiting to discipline any servant that defies the hierarchy. However, the guards are mostly for show — suits enforce real compliance. Any servant that disobeys an individual who outranks them is at risk of their suit flaring. If their suit does flare, submitting and obeying or an orgasm can abate suit effects.
WILDCARDS ► Wildcards are akin to deities. There is no greater honor than to serve or possess a Wildcard. Royals want to own them and servants want to please them. All Wildcards are showered with endless adoration. Fights break out for the chance to feed them grapes or rub their calves. Wildcards may do whatever they want without consequences, even toward royal ranks.

► Wildcards are encouraged to indulge in the finest of everything. Servants must tend to them and obey their commands. While royals do not need to obey them, there is great prestige in claiming a Wildcard’s affection. Wildcards are encouraged to be selfish and enjoy themselves to the fullest.

► Any royal or servant that satisfies a Wildcard can collect a Wildcard token. This is an electronic token that appears in their bank account once a Wildcard has climaxed during sex. Physically pleasing two Wildcards bring about great blessings. Players may submit two Wildcard tokens under their rewards thread to collect a small item voucher.


PHOENIX CASINO
ALEA IACTA EST
Phoenix Casino has been reborn in antiquity. Stone pillars line the aisles and embroidered linens cast a gauzy filter over every corner of the gambling center. The number of statues has increased, with every corner decorated with marble figures in provocative poses. The feast continues into even here; scantily clad servants and waiters carry around platters of succulent fruits and pitchers of wine.

The game tables are abuzz. Special games have kicked off in honor of the new godlings that are waiting to check in. Even here, those of different ranks are distinct from one another. The lowest ranks wear small slips of clothing. Some are even collared to show they belong to a particular royal or Wildcard. Royals and Wildcards dress luxuriously in thick robes and golden jewelry.

Game managers clap and encourage guests of all ranks to join in on the fun. While there are numerous card games, slot machines, and raffles happening around the casino, staff are promoting three events in particular.
WILDCARD AUCTION ► All shiny new Wildcards have a unique number pinned to their robes. Early in the night these nubile virgin Wildcards will be paraded across the stage and asked to introduce themselves to the crowd. After, the bidding will commence. Don't miss this opportunity to claim a resort virgin and beloved divine!

► Bidding for a Wildcard can get intense! Numerous long-standing guests are already obsessed with these stunning new arrivals and are quick to bid high. Bidding wars can break out at any time. Some very eager long-standing guests are willing to get violent if it means they get to monopolize one of these Wildcards. Security is on stand-by for cases of Wildcard theft; some guests are so desperate for these Wildcards that they'll even try to kidnap them if they see the chance.

► The hierarchy is temporarily set aside for auction purchases. Any rank can dominate a Wildcard if they have the means to bid high enough and buy. In the case of Wildcard purchases, their god marks will force compliance to whoever buys them during the auction.
CASTING LOTS ► This special game of lots is designed for a high rank and a low rank to play together. In the case of guests of the same rank playing together, a coin flip will decide who plays the "low" rank for this game.

► The high rank guest will roll a six-sided die. The number rolled will reflect the game rule by which the low rank guest must try to satisfy the high rank guest. If the low rank guest manages to satisfy the high rank guest they will receive a large payout. If the high rank guest is not satisfied they may discipline the low-rank guest in any way they see fit.

  • ONE: Without using hands.
  • TWO: Using only mouth.
  • THREE: While blindfolded.
  • FOUR: Using only butt cheeks.
  • FIVE: Using only legs.
  • SIX: While remaining on knees.

  • ► The high rank decides if and when they have been satisfied. Work hard, low rank!
    HEADS OR TAILS

    ► What's a casino without a bit of risk? There's a special game of Heads or Tails happening at the game tables. All guests must bet their rank in order to play. Winners of the game will have the option to either swap ranks with the loser, or keep their rank as is and move on to another game. With a little bit of luck, even a Rank 2 can experience living the high life.

    ► All rank swaps are temporary. Winners that choose to swap ranks with the loser of their game will have 24 hours with their new rank before they revert back to normal. They may continue playing on with their "new" rank if they want to test their luck.

    ► Heads or Tails is played with a physical Golden Peacock coin. Players will take turns as the coin flipper, with their opponent guessing if the outcome will be heads or tails. The first guest to reach three correct guesses is the winner.

    BEAK
    ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS
    A massive circular arena has been erected in the middle of Beak. Staggered seats rise up to the ceiling, where royals lounge in luxury viewing boxes. The gaping mouth of the arena is wide and desolate. An assortment of weapons, such as spears and shields, hang along stone walls. It waits for the taste of blood and stench of battle. The sound of the audience cheering and booing echoes throughout the Wellness Quarter.

    Beneath the open arena is a smaller closed arena and the warrior’s bunk. Warriors will find cold showers, rustic wooden benches, and training weapons available for their use. Deep in the earth is a grimy prison where servants who refuse to battle are thrown to wait for their turn. There are also cages where the hungry “animals” wait to go out and entertain the masses.

    A long track rings around the perimeter of the arena. Gone is the standard green fuzz and white lines, replaced with stone and dust to elicit the real feeling of running beneath the hot Grecian sun. Foot and chariot races take place throughout the day.
    BATTLE ROYALE ► Numbered ranks have been conscripted into battle for the amusement of the Wildcards and royals. While high ranked servants may be able to wiggle their way out of a fight, low ranked servants will be thrown into the arena without mercy. Warriors that win their battles will be showered in accolades and payouts while losers will be mocked and pelted with rotten tomatoes. Warriors that try to forfeit their match will be stripped naked, strung up on a pole, and mocked for 24 hours.

    ► Battle rules are simple. Any means and methods of fighting are acceptable when in the arena. The arena’s overseer will decide if a battle will end when first blood is drawn or if it will continue until one side can no longer continue. There are rare instances of battle to the death, typically reserved for warriors who have deeply offended a Wildcard or royal.

    Royals and Wildcards are welcome to join in the royale if they wish. They will not be forced and they will be given any armor they want before stepping into the arena. Low rank warriors are given no armor — some may even be forced to fight nude.
    SUBDUE THE BEASTAny numbered ranks that have displeased a Wildcard or royal will be thrown into the arena to fight barehanded against hungry tigers and lions. If there are no troublemakers on hand to throw into the arena for entertainment, low rank servants will be forcibly volunteered instead.

    ► Those alleged hungry tigers and lions? They are other servants dressed up in sexy animal costumes. While staff will take genuine volunteers for this role first, they will forcibly volunteer low rank servants into the role if needed. All costumes are revealing and offer little protection. There is an assortment of looks to choose from, not just tigers and lions, though whether or not a servant gets to pick their outfit depends on how charitable the arena master is feeling.

    ► Matches will end when one party can no longer continue or the audience is sufficiently amused. Royals and Wildcards are permitted to partake if they please, and there will be no consequences if they decide to withdraw.
    RACE TRACK ► Royals and Wildcards are invited to participate in horse racing. Only, there are no horses to be found — all the “horses” are servants! Any chosen servant must carry their master over the finish line. While piggyback rides may make the most sense for a race like this, many of the high class prefer more elegant positions, so anything goes. Horses are required to wear a bridle at all times during the race.

    Servants are also allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. Servants may ride any servant of a lower rank. Aces are ordered to walk around with a poop shovel and bag, even if there won’t be any real horse poop lining the track (probably).

    Royals and Wildcards are also invited to participate in private horse racing. These races involve no track, taking place in the back of Beak in private rooms furnished with cushions and silks. Like with the public races, royals and Wildcards may select any servant that catches their eye. Unlike the public races, the goal here is to make their ‘horse’ orgasm as quickly as possible. Times will be saved on their Watches. The faster a master makes their horse come the more bragging rights they have.

    Servants are once again allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. The higher ranked servant must make the lower ranked servant orgasm as quickly as they can. While the ‘horse’ may offer mutual comfort they will receive no accolades for their skills.
    TALON
    SHOW OF STRENGTH
    Talon is bustling with warriors training for the arena. Several strength building stations have been set up, including benches for royals to perch on while warriors bench press them. Additions have been made to Talon as well; multiple mud pits have been dug for warriors to participate in some mud wrestling between arena battles.

    Servants that appear too fragile to handle mud wrestling have been conscripted into the oil bearer role. Their job is to slather the warriors in oil from head to toe, and otherwise prepare them for their matches in either the arena or in the pit. This includes styling their hair, tending to their wounds, and wiping the sweat off of their bodies if so desired.

    The locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon have been fully stocked with first aid kits and luxury bathing supplies. Warriors that have won their matches get first pick, leaving the dirty towels and shampoo that smells like ass for the losers to sift through. Those sneaky ghost hands are having a field day, snapping rat tails at unsuspecting bathers and locking naked warriors together in the supply closet. Guests lacking vigilance may find their bottoms unexpectedly pinched.
    MUSCLE CONTEST ► Who can appeal to the royals and Wildcards most? It’s a competition based on aesthetics! Strip down, oil up, and flex your muscles to earn a high score from the judges. Royals and Wildcards may issue a score between 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest.

    Wildcards and royals are welcome to join in the competition. For some reason, their scores always end up being 10 no matter how skinny or noodly they may be! The flattery and praise for their stunning looks and bodies is endless. No need to work out, my lord, my lady. You’re stunning as is! Truly no body is more perfect!

    Servants are not only allowed, but encouraged, to bribe royals and Wildcards into giving them a high score. While chips and gifts can certainly be offered, isn’t the most compelling argument some hands on experience? Staff will hint to competing warriors that offering sexual favors to the judges may help improve their scores. What better way to prove their physique is the most superior than to put it to work?

    ► Royals and Wildcards may purchase warriors for their exclusive entertainment if they so desire. Staff are eager to impress these nobles and make a pretty penny in the process. While this isn’t an official auction, these sneaky staff aren’t above making sure the elite and their requested warrior are left alone in a locked room. You grease my palms, I’ll make sure that sexy warrior greases yours.
    WRESTLING MATCHES ► Guests will find that a deep mud pit has been added to the front hub of Talon. Servants are stripped and oiled down before being thrown into the pit to wrestle for the entertainment of the nobles. While staff will take volunteers for wrestling matches, they will also grab whoever looks good, even if they’re just passing by! On-lookers place bets during the matches. The winner of the match will receive a small cut of the prize money.

    ► Wildcards and royals may enter as well. Servants are expected to throw their matches if they’re facing a noble… and if they don’t, they may be facing some unexpected consequences! All suits are sensitive to the hierarchy and will suddenly flare if a servant starts thrashing a noble.

    ► During a match-up of nobles, it is expected that the lower ranked noble will throw the match in favor of the higher ranked noble. While royal suits will not flare if this isn’t adhered to, discipline between royals isn’t unheard of!

    Some matches are held under “Special House Rules” — which means that the winner of the match gets to claim and fuck the loser. On-lookers will jeer and demand that the winner publicly fuck the loser where they can watch, but private rooms are available for the winner to claim their spoils of war without sharing.
    WAYWARD ARROWS ► An archery range with targets has been established for warriors to show off their shooting skills. Like the arena, there are benches and boxes for the audience to admire this graceful art — or to throw tomatoes from when a warrior misses the mark! Both servants and nobles are welcome to participate as archers.

    Servants have been conscripted to act as moving targets across the range. They are told to heckle the archers while avoiding their arrows, and only advised that the arrows won’t pierce their bodies if they get hit. It’s all fun and games. We can’t have all of our servants dying en masse!

    During this portion of the games, archers will be given an assortment of charmed arrows with chalk tips that elicit different effects:

  • RED ARROW: Chalk powder from red arrows will trigger an intense need for physical release by grinding, humping, or frotting.
  • BLUE ARROW: Chalk powder from blue arrows is pure aphrodisiac. Inhaling this powder will cause close spike to near-orgasm, one that the target will find that cannot be completed by their own hand.
  • GREEN ARROW: Chalk powder from green arrows will stir neediness. The hit target will suffer cravings to be sticky and hug, climb, and generally latch on to another person.
  • PURPLE ARROW: Chalk powder from purple arrows will cause a bad case of loose lips. This may manifest in a compulsion to loudly speak in pretentious purple prose, dirty talk, or say otherwise hilarious things for the amusement of the audience.

  • ► Effects from the arrows will wear off within the hour. Multiple hits from differently colored arrows can create fun new effects so feel free to get creative!




    INDULGENCE
    DESIRES FROM THE VOID
    The spirit of the festivities rouses something primal. With emotions heightened, the core of the Golden Peacock responds in kind. It drinks in the sweat of the warriors in the arena. Inhales the laughter of the royals using servants as furniture. Basks in the brilliant glow of fresh Wildcards. The portraits in the elevators are rowdier than usual and the chandeliers lining the hallways gleam with new vibrance. Energy is palpable.

    Things begin to move around the resort. The forgotten and the old exhale a dusty breath. Like the hunger that the Wildcards woke up with upon arrival, as its heart begins to beat quicker, there is a tension in the air of those things hungering to feed. To join in, and indulge. To get what they want.

    And they’re coming out.
    GALATEA ► Statues around the resort begin to stir. First it’s with a hazy blink, moving to the slow creak of their stiff mouths. Eventually they break off of their pedestals and out of their poses before clumsily making their way down the hallways, stone feet an emphasized thump with every step. They tremble, their cold stone bodies aching for warmth and human embrace.

    Statues around the resort have begun trying to kidnap guests for themselves. Once they’ve spotted a guest they want, they will stop at nothing to try and drag them back to their pedestal to spend forever locked in love’s embrace with them. They do not need food, drink, or rest.

    There are two ways to put a statue to rest. One is to engage the statue in battle and break off its head. Once the head is broken off, it will cease to have a spirit and crumble to dust. The second is to involve the statue in a physical act of intimacy — have a threesome with it! Or twosome, if someone is willing to watch. In the case of the second, statues will return to their pedestals satisfied upon completion.

    ► Statues that end up destroyed may drop a small lore hint. They will wheeze as their stone begins to disintegrate, their stone eyes dripping liquid gold tears. “I just wanted to feel alive again… I wanted to feel like you again… to be whole,” will slip past their marble lips before they crumble away.
    NARCISSUS ► Gaze into the water. Admire your pretty face, the curve of your lips, the squint of your eyes... wait, are you winking at yourself?! Over the next few weeks, water-based reflections will begin acting of their own free will. They have the ability to move within the scope of the water and speak, their voices muddled but understandable.

    ► These reflections are extremely flirtatious and charming. They smile and bat their lashes, pretending to be innocent while drawing the original owner in closer. How about a smooch? How about more than a smooch? Their whispered promises are sweet. Salacious. Loving. Anything to get closer to you. Leaning in too close to the water is dangerous — these reflections will reach out and try to drag unsuspecting guests in. Whether this is out of malice or affection is unclear, but how can they possibly make love to you unless you join them in the water?

    Once caught, it is challenging to escape from their phantom limbs in the water alone. Several long-standing guests need to be saved from The Nest’s decorative fountain because they keep coming close to drowning after trying to kiss their reflections. Unfortunately, not every location with water is as prepared to save unsuspecting would-be lovers. No body of water is safe — not even a cup of it!

    Reflections will become increasingly indignant if they're ignored. Their sweet words will take a sharp turn into insults similar to, "I'm the better looking one between us anyway!" They may also let slip some personal secrets like, "This is why Johnny will never love you back! You're so cold, ignoring even yourself!"

    Any mention of the fact that they'll end up drowning the character in question will earn a scoff and another small lore hint along the lines of, "Why are you being such a baby? Only the resort can really kill you anyhow. It's not like you'll die forever if I fuck you in here for a while!"
    PANDORA’S BOX ► A spider's web threads through the resort. Invisible, but audible to those that are willing to listen. One of the Punishment Rooms on the maintenance levels is unlocked. Without the padlock on the door to keep them silent, silvery whispers drift up from the basement. A brush of thought, a tickle of an idea that won't quite go away — come down… come down and see… what is inside… don't you want to know?

    ► Those that heed the call and explore the maintenance levels will find the unlocked Punishment Room. The closer one comes to this door, the stronger these voices grow. They will continue calling, eagerly encouraging whoever stops in front of the door to step inside.

    ► The inside of this Punishment Room is plain. White walls, a single card table, and two plastic chairs. A single lightbulb offers a dusty glow. There is nothing particularly interesting upon first glance. Slowly, the door behind will creak closed until it is closed, locking itself in the process. That small lightbulb will begin to dim until everything inside the room is plunged into darkness.

    This Punishment Room senses the worst memories and fears of one of the captives inside and forces them to experience them in real time. The manifestation of memories or fears inside this room are realistic, to the point that it's impossible to discern whether or not this takes place in reality or the mind. The Punishment Room will randomly select which prisoner to dig from if there is more than one, but all guests inside will experience the room's effects.

    ► The door cannot be unlocked from the inside. Someone must either open it from the outside or captives must wait until the punishment is over and the door unlocks itself. How long that takes is random, ranging from a few minutes to a few hours. That’s what you get for listening to disembodied voices!


    OOC NOTES

    INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS
    BLANKET CW: Alcohol; aphrodisiacs; battle; blood; bondage; compulsion; costumes; discipline; dominance; drowning; dubcon; fears; fighting; food; hierarchy; humiliation; indulgence; kidnapping; noncon; paranormal; power imbalance; roleplay; servitude; stalking; submission; supernatural; terror; violence; weapons

    ▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.

    ▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.

    ▶ 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 would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

    ▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, 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 regardless!

    ▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.

    ▶ 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 to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥
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    obikawa kiyoshi ( after god ) new player

    [personal profile] orokapi 2024-08-16 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
    divine awakening
    [ Obikawa has become well-adjusted to the timely disturbance of a visitor at all times; expectant, but undeniably waiting for someone to make an appearance. His preferred choice, however he can't say that he has any complaints being locked inside the same room for days at this point -- he has his games, cat, and his snacks.

    But when he slowly blinks awake there's an absence that settles like a rock in his stomach almost immediately. The bed is comfortable, his back is against a mattress that is clearly more than he could ever afford, and as the light creeps out through the curtains he becomes even more aware that he's above ground. Somewhere near the ocean? The familiar scent gives him no comfort as he moves to peel the thin blanket from his body.

    Silver markings pepper his skin at random places across his body, the pattern similar to that of a snakes scales, but at the time they go unnoticed as Obikawa feels the presence of someone stirring beside him. Accompanied by another a growing hunger that sends pangs to his stomach, enough to make him want to outwardly complain in defiance. ]


    ... Ah. [ Obikawa parts his lips, eyes wide as he expresses subtle awe...

    And then he's more animated, pulling the sheets off completely from the bed. ]
    Are you dead? Does that mean I can eat you? You have two seconds!

    endless feast
    [ Adoration and praise is nothing new, but Obikawa knows better than to play in the familiarity of being so sought after --

    Which is absolutely a lie. Considering his treatment back home this is a well-deserved service; leaning into every coo and touch from anyone who wishes to impress him. But there's only so much delicacies and privileges he can enjoy before it all becomes so boring, and while he enjoys being handfed various fruits there's still a want for more that he can't sedate.

    Apologies to the person who has been feeding him for the past ten minutes. Bringing up a hand to push away the giant leg from a roasted chicken he had ordered them to hold.]


    This is so boooooringggg... I wanna play Mario Party. Or a farming sim.

    [ He perks up from the couch he's been comfortably spread across, perched on his elbow. ]

    Hey, do you hate this? And don't lie. I'm really good at telling when people are being dishonest.

    narcissus
    Shut up! You look like you pick your nose when you're bored!

    [ Unfortunately Obikawa can't let his reflection to be left undisturbed, though he initially intended to ignore his admiration. It almost feels foreign, the discomfort crawling through his chest as the ripples in the fountain water twist his image. First it's of his face but then it's of someone else.

    It's honestly a blessing that you didn't become a father.

    Encourage him to stop fighting with himself or be a little nosy. Unfortunately he looks like he's about to jump into the fountain and start throwing hands. ]

    wildcard
    ( I'm open to any other prompts, so please feel free to PM me if you'd like to plot out anything in particular or just throw something in. You can have him getting punched by a statue or coming close to drowning -- I'm really down for anything. That also includes kinks but if you're curious feel free to shoot me a message.

    That said Obikawa is very new about the act of having sex. He's familiar, knows the basics, but literally experienced his first hand job recently in canon, so expect him to be a bit of a mess. He's also a little bit of a freak so be warned that he'll unabashedly ask personal questions and hardly respects boundaries. Also if you look at his icons yeah his tongue can get like that, as well as several other parts of his body. )
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    endless feast

    [personal profile] stormangel 2024-08-16 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Getting dragged into this place to serve things around was one thing; having to sit by someone's bed and assort their food and offer them perfectly measured bites is different. She wouldn't have minded if there weren't a string of complaints for something she has no idea what it was- because she's getting glares for not providing it by the "staff" that organized this feast.

    She looks up at him from where she's sitting, wearing only a sheer black toga that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. It's a bit of a weird look because the elegant material and her stature and build are a bit of a ridiculous clash. But- she's otherwise not unfortunate looking- if anyone would pick a fight with him, she'd probably be able to snap their neck in less than six seconds.]


    Do I look like I'm enjoying it? [She's giving him a smile, but also "ask about one more thing that I can't get you and we're going to have a problem regardless of what the staff wants me to do" look.]
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    [personal profile] orokapi 2024-08-17 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
    Nooooope.

    [ Obikawa's usual chime turns more languid; a drawl that is followed by a flop of his head in defeat. Not that she wasn't enjoy this, but because the answer was so obvious -- everything that he wanted wasn't available.

    There's an audible whine as he stares back up at her.

    Silver markings pepper his skin in random places, but there's a particular spot underneath his left eye that spreads to his cheek. Snake scales that catch a glimmer of light as his gaze examines her from top to bottom. ]


    Eat something. And tell me something that's decent about this place, 'cause right now I'm hoping a scientist comes barging in here and saws a limb off just to see if I'll grow a tail.
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    [personal profile] stormangel 2024-08-19 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
    I'm glad we're on the same page.

    [She doesn't blame the guy for complaining, however, the newcomers have it the worst, thrown here into the chaos that they don't understand. Hell, even she doesn't understand some of it either. And it's been a LONG while since she arrived here.

    She glances behind her shoulder to make sure no one's watching them, before picking up some fruit and cheese from the charcuterie board that was handed over to them moments ago.]


    Unless chopping limbs off is your kink, no, it won't happen. [pause] Not yet, at least. If you like sex, then you'll have little to no problems here. If you don't, then you will, AND you'll eventually have sex because otherwise, you'll go mad.
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    [personal profile] orokapi 2024-08-19 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
    Kink, huh... [ He has to think about this. And he's clearly thinking hard, searching for either an answer or memory before deciding to give up with a small shrug. ] If it's fun. Maybe.

    [ What she doesn't know is that all his limbs are so easy to grow back, to the point that it's almost a little boring. ]

    So it's like some weird perverted fantasy? I've Been Reincarnated Into A New World And Gotta Fuck My Way Out! The worst genre out there. [ Though he doesn't slump back in defeat, crossing his arms stubbornly not unlike a child; he's more relaxed, hiding his irritation behind the mask of submission. Looking around the room with mild disappointment, catching the attention of a guard that tilts their head in question before Obikawa looks away with an even deeper frown.

    The human desire of pleasure is so unknown to him. He's had very little experience, his shared memory hardly helping him with understanding just what two people get out of being intimate with each other. ]


    So hand jobs count, right? Those are pretty cool.

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    endless feast ( also uwah it's so cool seeing an obikawa! )

    [personal profile] pyrolyzed 2024-08-18 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ He'd kind of turned his brain off, to be honest.

    Like, this whole system is fucking stupid? And unjust? And it's bad enough that he has to be feeding this fucking stranger by hand. Why should he also have to, like, pay attention during it all? So even as he'd obediently (if wearily, deadpan, thoughts a million miles away) been tending to a Wildcard with a huge drumstick, it's only when he feels a sudden shove to the drumstick -- and thus, his hand -- that Fuuta snaps back to reality. ]


    Haa? [ Give him a second for his brain to boot back up. Fuuta blinks, then give a visible start when Obikawa perks up. What was the question? Does he hate this? ] -- uh. Duh. What do you fucking thi -- [ Wait, no. Immediately realizing he'd said something he shouldn't have, Fuuta nervously glances over his shoulder at a guard staring daggers at him, then looks back to Obikawa. ] -- I mean! It's ... fine. It's fine. I don't ... hate this. Sir.

    [ It sure doesn't take prodigious lie-detecting skills to tell that that's pure bullshit, and Fuuta knows it, as well. He's already sweating nervously, and Fuuta almost stumbles over his words in his rush to try and cover up his slip-up. ]

    -- I can play videogames with you, though! If ... that's what you want to do. Instead of all this.
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    wahhhh i love fuuta

    [personal profile] orokapi 2024-08-18 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ The point of the question is that Obikawa is aware of how obvious it is. Had the roles been reversed, he'd likely have been shackled and forced to scrub every pot clean until the end of the night; humiliation is something that he's familiar with, and like any person he despises the idea of it.

    But fortunately he's not in that position so he doesn't really care. ]


    Ooooh, be careful. [ Obikawa teasingly cants his head, whispering out a warning. Peering behind Fuuta's figure to notice the guard glaring at him, clearly there to remind him and others to behave. ] Can you finish the rest of that for me? [ He asks, gesturing to the drumstick. And while it seems like a question, it is quite evidently a demand. ]

    You will? Do they have them here? I thought I was gonna get bored enough to start a lot of problems, but if they've got games around here~... [ He hums, keeping that final thought to himself. ] What do you play? RPGs? FPS?
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    hehe i'm sure these two will get along great! (no)

    [personal profile] pyrolyzed 2024-08-19 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Wh -- like hell he's going to eat someone's fucking leftovers? Fuuta's gaze flickers extremely awkwardly from Obikawa, to the half-eaten drumstick, and back, before skittering nervously aside. Yeah, he's just gonna ... slowly lower the drumstick ... and hold it at his side. And hope it goes unnoticed. Please don't make him actually eat the leftovers like some pathetic stray dog. ]

    Uh. [ And food aside, this guy's just saying so much stuff that he hardly knows where to begin. 'Start a lot of problems'? Hello? ] Guess I was mostly playing an MMO back home. I like RPGs. But I can play all kinds of stuff. Fighters, shmups, beat-em-up's, rhythm games ... anything as long as it's not too physical. No Dance Dance Evolution or those basketball games.

    [ A pause before he ventures cautiously: ] There's a few games you can play through the Watches. But there's an arcade, actually, where most of the games are. If you wanna go there instead.

    [ If he's lucky, maybe this guy'll want to go there instead of sticking around here? And it'll give him an excuse to flee from all the guards still staring daggers into his back. ]
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    [personal profile] orokapi 2024-08-19 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ It doesn't go unnoticed by Obikawa, who makes a note to stare at the half-eaten food for a second longer. Just so that if Fuuta looks at him he'll notice that he's obviously taking note of it; contemplating, the corners of his mouth spreading into a smirk. ]

    You look like the kinda guy who sits on his computer a lot. [ Said casually, as if not at all insulting. ] I guuuuuuuess you can show me the games on the Watches later. I'd rather go to the arcade!

    [ But before Fuuta has the chance to guide him, Obikawa reaches out to grab him by the wrist. His grip tight and strong, which may not be surprisingly considering his size but it's obvious that it's meant to keep the other man in place. ]

    But... Oops, what's your name again? Fuuka-chan? Fuuta-chan? Fuuwaaaaa? It's really impolite to not finish your food.

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    divine awakening ~ what a wake up

    [personal profile] blastedass 2024-08-19 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
    [How many times is he going to dream he woke up in a shitty resort demanding perverted actions amid other captives and found out the entire thing isn't a damn dream?! More times than he wants to count. Even now, as waking begins to claw at the side of his head, he realizes he's overslept his usual alarm. Either last night wore him out so much his internal clock didn't go off, or he's no longer in his own room.

    And no longer alone. There's a flurry of motion and Bakugo's awake in an instant, feeling the blanket pull free from his body and leave skin exposed to the air. Red eyes snap open as a shadow falls over him and words come spewing out of a mouth in a face he's never seen before. Dead? Eat? What the fuck?! ... HE DOESN'T NEED TWO SECONDS, YOU FREAK!!]


    SHUT IT!! [One second and he's already twisted up on one knee, bicep flexing hard as he slams a hand against the other guy's face with an audible smack. The surface of his palm is a lot tougher than most people's, and unnervingly warm, as if heat is building where he's caught this stranger across his eyes and nose. With a shove, he tries to pin him to his back on the bed, half to keep him from freaking out, half to mitigate any attempt to try and eat him!] Bite me and you're fucking dead!
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    sorry it's gotta be with him of all people

    [personal profile] orokapi 2024-08-19 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Obikawa's not unfamiliar with being attacked first, especially when he's purposefully antagonistic; poking at the nest until the wasps release by the hundreds. He finds it fun, but rarely does he ever find much enjoyment in the sting.

    It just never really hurts.

    Which is exactly what happens here. The slap to the face stings, it's warm, and Obikawa quickly registers that he's in the presence of someone who is prepared to fight first -- not that he was against that. But he still blinks in confusion, some blood trickling down his nose after he's brought back to the mattress. His expression is more or less of confusion than it is insulted by the fact that he's been thrown around. ]


    Couldn't you have just said that you're awake? Like a normal person?

    [ Because it would only take one bite from Obikawa to sedate him. ]
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    there could be worse

    [personal profile] blastedass 2024-08-20 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Fight first, ask questions later; that's always been his modus operandi when contesting someone. Fingers tighten around the stranger's face, not yet nuking his skull out the back of his head, but certainly not about to let him follow through with that fucking cannibalistic threat! Fabric rushes upward after his free hand, ready to tie the psycho into a trapped bundle if that's what it takes to keep him still.

    Wait, his nose is bleeding?! ... HOW FRAGILE IS YOUR FUCKING NOSE?! Bakugo instantly arches his palm away from the guy's face, enough to avoid putting pressure on his nose. He's grabbed kids with tougher cartilage than that! Some of the blonde's hostility dies away at the sight, more cautious as he relaxes his grip slightly, eyes flicking the other's mouth. Just checking.]


    You're the one ripping the sheet off and wanting to eat me in two fucking seconds!

    [Like a "normal" person.]
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    cw for light cannibalism mention

    [personal profile] orokapi 2024-08-22 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
    Yeah, 'cause I'm hungry. [ Obikawa speaks matter-of-factly; everything comes so simply from his lips, hardly batting an eye of hesitation. The casual, airy way his tone is makes that obvious -- but what differentiae's it being a serious consideration of willingness to cannibalize someone in their sleep and being a "joke", is that Bakugo quickly sours his taste.

    He pushes up with a strength that may come off as surprising, because despite his size and the curve of muscle underneath the sheer fabric of his clothes he is strong. Enough to rest on his forearms and push the young man into his lap. A tongue peeks from between his lips, mouth parting to reveal sharp canines as he unceremoniously licks the blood dripping from his nose. It's not a lot, and it doesn't sate the stir of hunger in his stomach, and in fact it may just do more harm to the growing need than anything. ]
    But I bet you taste like corn nuts, so I've changed my mind! And can't you apologize for hitting me?

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    sorry he’s like this

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    it's a great way to be~

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    narcissus

    [personal profile] relentlessbeauty 2024-08-20 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Considering the ghost in his mirror leaving him adoring messages on the daily, Vil is largely unfazed by the water reflections starting to act up around him. He gives a playful wink here or there but steers clear, assuming there has to be a reason why they only appear in water and not every place with a reflection.

    Obviously not everyone has that kind of experience. Thus why he sighs as he sees a young man yelling at his reflection.]


    You realize any insults you throw at it can pertain to you, right?
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    [personal profile] orokapi 2024-08-21 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ He looks over his shoulder with a stern gaze, brows knitting together as his lips purse into a pout. ]

    I'm not stupid.

    [ He's just obnoxious. And maybe an argument might be healthy for him -- at least it does him better than sitting with his own thoughts. Loneliness isn't unfamiliar, but he can't say that he's fond of the idea of being completely without someone to vehemently cling to. ]

    But it's not my fault that I'm also conveniently really annoying.

    [ His own reflection seems to nod at this in return.

    It's true. ]


    And it's not my fault that I don't want to hear that coming from my own voice! [ He growls back at the fountain -- and literally growls, I'm so sorry. ]
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    divine awakening ( cw: mentions of prior vore + threats of cannibalism and murder. )

    [personal profile] tohell 2024-08-22 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
    Good morning to you, too. [ Head turned toward the sound of an unfamiliar voice proposing his murder and consumption, J's expression maintains an air of apathy rivaling that of a previously snoozing cat glaring through half-lidded eyes at whoever had disturbed it. The wake-up call he never requested is an unpleasant enough pill to swallow, but intolerable as that is what happens next might as well be a Cardinal Sin in the practice of morning routines. Incredulity etches itself into a disbelieving arch of brows as the pest in his bed makes a further disturbance by ripping away their shared bedsheet, throwing it onto the floor and replacing warmth with the bite of a room cooled by a sea breeze and an altitude that sets it among the clouds.

    The audacity of this brat. ]


    That's quite the mouthwatering proposition you're offering up. [ Murmured as J stretches, arms briefly sliding up over his head as the demon works out the stiffness of a sleep he doesn't remember falling into. Once done, he curls up on his side, now in uncomfortably close proximity to his rambunctious bedmate. Factitious in his praise, it's obvious there's nothing enticing in Obikawa's request to gulp him down like the last sips of a cold drink on a blistering day. ]

    No offer of pillow talk or attempt at foreplay before the main event. In fact, you haven't even laid a single finger on me. [ J's ward might have dug into his flesh before the ink had dried on the contract they'd made, but even if the demon had been offered even less of a say in the matter at that time than Obikawa gives him now, there were conditions that made the ordeal worthwhile. Little things, like complete ownership of the young man's soul and the ability to do with it as J saw fit. Those upsides and an ironclad contract are both pointedly absent in this proposal. ]

    Yet you expect to jump right into the kinky stuff and sink your teeth into this bodacious bounty laid out at your feet? [ The sweep of an arm lazily gestures to the rest of his body, feline lower limbs and all.

    Whether his potential partner's attempt at murder eventually winds up a smashing success or not is a bit tricky to determine ahead of time. J's demonic body heals from all physical injury. At least it used to, back in his world. But he's not been able to test the presumption of his immortality in every way imaginable at the resort. Strangely enough, he doesn't seem remotely concerned about Obikawa making good on his threat and things going south from there. ]


    Kids these days are so selfish. [ J reaches over to try and catch one of Obikawa's ears in order to give it a brief tug in reprimand. Presently, he's feeling inclined to offer somewhat more honey than vinegar in his approach. From the very instant his consciousness had risen to the surface, J had noticed that although Obikawa might wear the face of a young man, demonic senses that haven't failed him once throughout the centuries couldn't pick up a trace of one in the room. That discrepancy keeps the demon's grip intentionally gentle, for now. ] It's extremely uncute.
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    also cw for cannibalism mention... hungy

    [personal profile] orokapi 2024-08-23 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
    Ah. [ Not dissimilar to a pet being scolded, Obikawa visibly pauses and shrinks by just a thread under the sharp and disappointed gaze. An expression that comes so easily to him -- pretending to be a kicked dog -- at the chance someone may just pity him enough that they'll lower their defenses. While there's not always a lingering hint of malice in every action he takes, a stranger is no different than an ant. The silver markings decorating his arms and across curves throughout his body should not only be seen as a hint, but as a warning. ] Should I have just bit you?

    [ To be fair, that's exactly what he did to Yoriko... but he also poisoned her.

    But that's foreplay in his perspective. ]


    I'm the kind of guy that has a hard time being patient, sorry. [ Which is honest -- not the apology, but the fact that he's undeniable unable to sit and wait. The man leans forward, knee resting against the satin covered mattress as he reaches out to place a firm palm against the other's chest. The pressure isn't as gentle as the tug to his ear, that he registers as a form of teasing unfamiliar yet pleasant -- maybe the person who had this body before enjoyed it. ]

    And everything about life is a little too boring if you're not selfish. So maybe I should have just had my fill without saying a word --

    [ He finds that memory, just as he does the moment his mouth parted and swallowed the man whole; he can't feel what he felt, but it's an experience he can linger in. Canting his head just slightly as he looks down at the man with what can only be described as a predator enclosing in on it's prey; a snake hidden in the grass. It's not hard to imagine his own tail coiling around an entire person's body. ]

    Since it doesn't seem like you're completely against it.
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    Endless Feast

    [personal profile] armwriostle 2024-08-23 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
    [Feeding someone is hardly the most offensive thing. It's better than doing things like giving massages or favors. There are other things he definitely rather be doing though.

    The other says a few things that don't quite make sense to him. They sound like...titles? Mario Party? Farming sim? He guesses they're some type of game.
    ] Hm? I don't like it, since there are other things I rather be doing. [Wriothesley is an honest fellow, so he has no qualms just speaking honestly.] But it doesn't bother me as much as other people.

    [He taps his chin in thought though.] I don't know what Mario Party or farming sim are, but they sound like games. There's an arcade you can visit.
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    [personal profile] orokapi 2024-08-23 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
    Hey! Aren't you supposed to lie even if I said to be honest? There's voyeurs'! [ He's speaking about the guards. But even if he jabs an accusing finger towards the other man the drawl behind his words makes it evident that he's only joking. ]

    Where's that at? As much as I deserve to be treated like this after having weirdos put their fingers in my mouth it's getting kinda boring. [ Obikawa would be happy seeing Waka at this point -- anything that reminds him of the world he's from. Not because it would give him a sense of comfort, but because then it's much easier to bully someone familiar with his usual antics. ]

    Better yet, why don't we play something here? Best out of three in rock, paper, scissors.
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    [personal profile] armwriostle 2024-08-27 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
    You told me not to lie. Wouldn't it be bad for me to lie to a Wildcard? [Wriothesley, obviously does not really care for the hierarchy put in place. It's just an excuse for him to be honest.] I'm doing as you told me to and now you're questioning my actions? Tough crowd.

    [The staff aren't gonna slap his wrist if he's obeying the "divine" he's pretty sure. Well, no one seems to be approaching them at the moment, so he'll keep doing as he has been.]

    If you take the stairs or elevator up a floor from the lobby, there's a bunch of recreational areas. The arcade is there. [He decidedly does not question why anyone is putting their fingers in their mouth and that this is probably knowledge he doesn't need to be enlightened with.]

    Oh? Sure. I'll play.
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    [personal profile] orokapi 2024-08-31 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
    Hm, I guess that makes sense... [ A pause. ] My wants and desires fluctuate -- I want this and then I want that, just living life reaping all the benefits that come with it, y'know? But I get bored.

    [ But he doesn't seem either offended or disinterested, his lips still tugged into a tight smile. ]

    Okay, okay, rock, paper, scissors, shoot. We go at shoot. If you're too slow or too early it's an immediate punishment! [ He holds out a fist, ] Sooooo... rock, paper, scissors, shoot! [ and forms his fingers into a pair of scissors. ]

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    ok i think i do have to choose divine awakening tho

    [personal profile] extramortem 2024-08-26 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
    ( he might have sensed something amiss if these last few months hadn’t made it a relatively common occurrence that he was sleeping away from his own bed. this wasn’t necessarily for sultry reasons, either—when the basement floors had flooded a few months ago from the excess water pouring in from the make-shift slice of ocean and beach set up in the gardens on the roof, he had accepted a gracious offer to sleep in a guest room on one of the upper floors. and then there was the promotion that rokurou had bought him, finally freeing him from the inconvenience of the basement and setting him up in a newer, nicer room in the middle of the resort… which was very different from the lap of luxury that was kazuya’s penthouse suite, granted to him as a King. he went to spend time with his friend there often enough (even if the guy seemed to want to cuddle more often than not). all of this contributed to a general acceptance in the young demon that, when drifting between waking and sleeping, something feeling odd or not quite as he remembered it was common enough. almost normal.

    in this instance, the thing that acts as the awl to shuck him from his shell of peaceful sleep is the sound of the ocean, the smell of salt and sea. it causes his still half-asleep brain to leaf energetically through all of those recent memories and settle, with faint horror, on the flooding. the sound of water? the smell of salt? is he going to wake up with water reaching up past his waist again, threatening to destroy what few possessions he tried to keep safe in this ridiculous place?

    the timing is like this: around the time obikawa is waking up to a fierce and gnawing hunger in the pit of his stomach, makoto is jolting upright with a muffled gasp, metallic eyes looking wildly in every direction as he tried to locate a danger that wasn’t present. he’s just starting to turn his head toward the rest of the bed (completely unknown to him, but doesn’t this seem like kazuya’s king suite, kinda?) and the person he’s currently sharing it with when that selfsame companion rips the sheet away from the two of them. the air, cooled by the breeze blowing in from the open window, is cool against his skin, causing it to prickle with goosebumps.

    the exuberance of the stranger is one thing. what he’s saying is a hell of another. )


    Wai—what?! ( okay, so makoto is actually dead—the deathly pallor of his skin and the sutures connecting his head to his body can attest to that—but that doesn’t just mean that he’s up for grabs here! instead of sounding aghast or disgusted, makoto rather sounds half-haughtily offended at the idea of the stranger taking a bite out of him—as if he’d let just anyone do something like that?! ) No, no—and don’t you even try, I’m warning you…!

    ( warning him with what? that’s a good question. but the young demon’s body coils up as if ready to kick or hit or whatever he needs to in order to make good on that admittedly paltry threat. )
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    ugh when will someone let him EAT

    [personal profile] orokapi 2024-08-27 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Isn't the response to change so interesting? It could be something so subtle, just a touch of unfamiliarity, that could wake a sense of dread or inconvenience through every sense in the human body. Striking one nerve after another in quick succession for the mind to take account of everything and everyone around. He has to commend human's who act quickly at any hint of danger. Though, to be fair, Obikawa didn't hint at anything -- what he said was undoubtedly a threat. One that he definitely should play off as a joke. Laugh at the young man's shock and immediate defense as if he never meant any of it at all...

    But there's the growing hunger in his belly, a sensation that gnaws at his intestines' with sharp teeth; it's only fair that he take the offer if whomever brought him here laid out such a mouthwatering appetizer on a bed of satin. If there was anyone to condemn him from eating right now they would have made their presence known by a now, like Tokinaga or a random scientist whose name he genuinely can't remember.

    So shouldn't they be stopping him? Shouldn't there be a voice of disapproval as they reveal it's just another test?

    When the only voice he hears is the young man taking offense at the idea of being devoured, Obikawa sighs with disappointment. ]


    Don't worry, I won't do anything. [ Not that he doesn't want to. There's always that malicious, unrelenting part of him that strictly did as he wanted, but there's the pressing matter of him not fully aware of where he is that keeps those urges at bay. And maybe he can just eat him later once he has all his answers. (He is insane.) ] You're way too small... Look at this. [ He reaches out, fingers looking to wrap around the smaller forearm likely prepared to strike. ] What meat am I supposed to get off of here, anyway? It's all bones, there's no way I'd even get an ounce of my daily protein.

    [ It, as if he's not speaking to another person. ]

    And don't hit me! Even if your fists probably feel like pillows!
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    maybe if he asked nicely (no)

    [personal profile] extramortem 2024-08-27 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
    ( in truth, the offense laden on makoto’s tone of voice and etched as faint lines onto his defensive expression is both an irony and a hypocrisy that could be easily pointed out by anyone who knew him a little too well—were their positions reversed and he the fresh-faced newcomer, brought into the golden peacock with nothing but a sheer robe and the bone-deep ache of hunger pangs, would makoto have even bothered to hesitate long enough to ask permission? the irony here is that, for makoto, eating others has always been an object of fetishization and sexual desire for him; having had a comfortable upbringing and never really gone hungry before, these two lines don’t seem to intersect in his mind, though logically they had every right to. no, it would be harder to say for certain what he might do if that were the case, but it is at the very least accurate to say that he would be heavily tempted to simply sink his teeth into the nearest warm body. it’s not as though he has any qualms to active attempts at cannibalism.

    the words should be assuaging, but makoto doesn’t lower his guard. he remains coiled like a spring in one far corner of the enormous bed, all potential energy ready to snap toward either fight or flight, depending on just how the next few seconds of this interaction went.

    now, not only does makoto take offense that someone else would threaten to eat him (as he prefers to be in the position of the devourer, thank-you-very-much), but he also paradoxically seems offended at the insinuation that even if he were to take him as a meal, he wouldn’t even make a very good one. excuse him! he wants to be both tantalizingly desirable and unattainable! (he is also insane.) the young demon makes a further sound of indignation as obikawa reaches out to illustrate this; an average-sized person wouldn’t have too much trouble fully capturing the circumference of his forearm between their thumb and forefinger. he blushes fiercely, a faint pink which warms beneath pale skin like a pot made of porcelain left on a hot stove.

    he sharply wrenches his arm out of the stranger’s grasp, but he does, at least, do as he asks and doesn’t try to hit him. it’s for both of their benefit—something which would likely hurt the both of them and only further embarrass makoto. he could never have been accused of being much of a fighter. )


    I’m not all bones, ( he argues fiercely, though the twink-ass figure beneath his own robes doesn’t really do much to help his point, here. ) But I guess there’s no accounting for taste. Is this a typical greeting for you?

    ( if so… actually, he’ll likely have plenty more to ask him about that— )
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    🥺

    [personal profile] orokapi 2024-08-30 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Obikawa is a picky eater, and while he won't complain having to swallow someone struggling to stay alive he isn't in the necessary headspace to be tolerable and patient. He wants something, or someone, easy to digest and easier to forget, but so there's the lasting impression made in every frown and wrinkle on Makoto's forehead. ]

    You probably taste like shit. [ His expression is solemn and disinterested, pulling his hand away. ] Hm, no... but for some reason I'm so hungry. [ Spoken casually, as if he didn't just state with his full chest that he thinks Makoto would taste like shit. ] It's making my brain shrink, it's becoming pea-sized... I just wanna eaaaaaaat somethinnnnnnnng even if it's a tiny guyyyyyyy.

    [ With the sheets still in hand he throws them on top of Makoto, his tone a mellowed out song. Crossing his arms he takes in his surroundings, the scent, and even the noise that comes from the waves meeting the mountainous terrain that surrounds them. He focuses to find someone familiar, even giving the stench of Waka a shot before he scrunches up his nose in dismay -- there's nothing here that will even provide a hint of something from his world.

    Anxiety isn't common for a God, but it's not such a foreign sensation that he is unable to explain the sensation that stirs in his chest. Unsettled, Obikawa's first assumption is that this has something to do with another God... but who, why, and how they managed to bypass through the heavily guarded Institution without a hint of their presence is both impressive and frightening. But he can't think of any God as creative as Vollof, so...

    His stomach growls, testing his patience. ]
    But Tokinaga will probably get in a lot of trouble -- get me some pancakes or something.

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