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peacockstop2024-10-15 09:00 pm
TDM 06
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
On behalf of the house and resort, we would like to advise all Game 52 players to exercise caution around the Golden Peacock for the next few weeks. The veil between 'what is' and 'what has been' grows thin and the threads of fate have tangled in unexpected ways. We are currently observing how these two phenomena behave when they occur simultaneously and act in concert.
We advise that all guests monitor their physical states until the veil thickens once again and the threads of fate return to running parallel. If you find yourself undergoing any strange transformations, please report to the Broken Wing clinic for observation. We will do our utmost to make sure you are comfortable during this time.
You may also notice other strange phenomena around the Golden Peacock while the veil is thin. Please continue to exercise caution. New wayward spirits have joined us during this time. While spirits are crossing, it is possible for guests to get swept along into the ghostly realm.
As always, please let us know if there is anything we can do to improve your stay. 】
HEADS
TAILS
MAIN LOBBY
BACK HALLWAYS & STAIRS
MONSTER MASH
THE VALE
SMOKED EGG
BALANCE RETURNS
OOC NOTES
▶ 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 October event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from October 15th - November 3rd. All supernatural phenomenon will increase in strength over time, culminating in peak activity on All Hallows' Eve. The days following Halloween will relax, leading into eventual normalcy. Some locations are spared the supernatural frenzy, so players can play as normal if they wish to avoid these tropes/prompts. Players may assume that the supernatural come and go in the above specifically incorporated locations.
▶ 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!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate. This TDM in particular has the potential to get real wild, so we want to emphasize this request!
▶ 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.
▶ Go forth and let your freak flag fly!
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They quirk back up into a playful smirk at his demand.]
As much as I love delighting your ears… surely you don’t expect me to give you all my exciting observations…
[Now she looks at him, her eyes a different shape and color than he had seen before but somehow… still Kiritsubo. Still the woman who tempts as easily as she breathes when she says,]
You cad~ I shan’t reveal my secrets, no matter the bribe or the torture!
[Though she did have her preferences.]
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A part he's happy to play.
She's set the scene so well, after all. Every bit the innocent creature, down to the saccharine hint she imbues in the small space between them.] Oh? You sure 'bout that?
[Alight with devious intent, Charlie takes her words as exactly what they were - goading. Encouragement.] So I can do whatever I want to you, and no matter what that is you're keepin' your mouth shut?
Eh... well. If you get tired a' me, just start telling me one of those little stories. [The safe word is a safe 'entire exposition,' but hearing her paint a beautiful scene of debauchery with shaking, wanton lust is the requisitely tantalizing consolation he needs to stop his bullying delight.
As Charlie talks he wraps his thumb and forefinger around her waist, holding the pixie in place. The impulse from earlier returns, indulged now as he drags his tongue up her calf and thigh to flick it against the hem of her skirt.]
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But for (one very important, very personal goal and) games…
She could be anything or anyone her partner desires. Including a tiny, pure faerie caught in a lascivious trap. And-
Oh, cute… a safe word. Well, a safe story. Either way, very cute. And she’s not fool enough not to take it. Just in case. She was a diviner, she wasn’t psychic.]
Of course I’m sure! A lady has to protect her most valuable-
[Her false haughtiness, the proud tip of her chin suddenly breaks as if she hadn’t anticipated what he would do after curling fingers to keep her in place, the sudden introduction of a wet tongue laving up the pale flesh of her leg and flipping her pastel pink, petal-like skirt.]
H- hey, what are you doing?
[As if she didn’t know. As if she found it disgusting and not arousing, shocking, at minimum, she kicks ineffectively at his tongue, her small hands belatedly coming to push a bit on his fingers in attempt to scoot away.]
You’ll get me wet!
[Oh, what a shame that would be…]
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Desire is what guides people, neither of them are above anyone else in that simple, broad view of the world.
But they're honest with themselves. Charlie's smile twists, uneven and sharp. Lips peeled back on one side reveal his tongue toying with his teeth. Caught up in nothing but the squirming body between his fingers, his attention delightfully focused on their game, he feels a familiar twang of anticipation in his gut.
Hunger? Lust? The burgeoning sensation doesn't need a name.
Kiritsubo's struggle is adorable, the pressure of little hands on his finger coupled with flailing feet. He turns his wrist, jostling her sharply; if he wasn't holding on, she'd be hurled towards the ground. Instead, she's lifted to his lips. A small, gentle kiss finds its place on the crown of her cute little head, accompanied by a snicker.] Oh yeah, we wouldn't want that...!
[His eyes meet hers, seeking mutual devious glee.] Lemme dry you off- [Charlie's words are his only pretence; he presses a finger of the hand not holding her in place into Kirtisubo's thigh. The touch travels upwards, poking stomach and flicking over breast. His thumb follows, another brush over her chest. Then, that initial finger tucks behind her head as if to cradle it.] But you did tell me I could do whatever I wanted.[Well, he declared it - close enough.]
And I'm havin' fun touchin' you. [His index curls into her cheek, nuzzling with the pad of his finger.]
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And what could be more pure than that?
When jostled like she might have been sent earthward, the faerie wings on Kiritsubo’s back flutter out as if in some instinctual response to fear, much as if she might have actually believed she would need to break her fall for a moment before she met the cage of his fingers catching her by the waist instead. Small nails scramble at the knuckle that had been her little throne not a moment ago, and though she turns her face away it’s not like she can prevent him from planting that kiss on her. She is pouting when he pulls her back enough to look…
But it’s there beneath the play-veil of frustration and innocent confusion.
Devious glee.]
That’s not doing anything to dry me off…
[What a dastard, lying so casually! Her petite form is reactionary and sensitive, arching along the swipe of thumb, gasping at the audacity (and the sensation) of the flick over her small breast, and yet he cradles and nuzzles gently… As if buying into that simple kindness, she automatically rubs her cheek back against the pad of his thumb, looking up at him “innocently”, protesting with a,]
I said I wouldn’t tell no matter what you did, not that you could or should…
[Maybe he had simply misunderstood…
(Hah.)]
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As if they share a secret the way they share their pleasures.
Like he's seeing something he shouldn't. Like she's showing him something she shouldn't.
His lip curls under his teeth, divots pressed into the pale flesh as he looks over her arched body. Even tiny, her warmth blossoms against his fingertip pleasantly. The small traces Kiritsubo's nails left over his knuckles sting in concert with the sensation, titillating contrast.]
But you do know how to stop me, so if you don't...
I gotta assume you're havin' fun too. [After a quick flick of his tongue over his lips, Charlie brushes his thumb more purposefully down her chest. The index of his other hand slides beneath her petite dress, the two digits working to bunch her clothing up under her arms. Revealed from breast to toe, Charlie looks her over.
Pauses.] If you're still wet, you might wanna take that off. [As if he'd done her a favor, rather than lasciviously stripped her.]
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As twisted as some others might find such a thing.
He makes the claim that she would be stopping him if she did not enjoy his teasing, and Kiritsubo's tiny face puffs out with frustrated cheeks and a pout, prepared to argue with him, perhaps, in part of their play. Something about how she should not have to tell him a story to get him to stop teasing, or-
Whatever it was, it becomes a whine of protest (arousal) instead, squirming between the stroke of his fingers in tandem that rides her petal-like dress upwards, baring the naked expanse of her tiny body. She is completely hairless in a way that seems more alien than youthful, and though the true Kiritsubo Charlie knew would never experience shame or embarrassment, this faerie reddens in the face and uses a small hand to try and block his view of her womanhood, prioritizing that over the small, pert breasts heaving with her shallow little breaths.]
Are you going to actually dry that off for me?
[A strong front? She asks it as if she were planning to tell him it was the least he could do, but instead she gathers up her moxie to tuck her wings flush to the line of her back, pull her hands away from her sex, fake a fake show of bravado to appear unbothered by him, and shrug out of her dress and pull it over her head to make it "I stripped" and not "I was stripped". Huffing, she holds out the garment at him with one hand, while pointing at her pale thigh glistening with a bit of saliva with the other.]
And I'm still wet, you know!
[She planned to get wetter before they parted.]
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In his singular enjoyment, he's never developed any skill for playacting.
Just play.
Even when there's another participant - as Kiritsubo squirms in his grasp and puffs her cheeks with cute indignant anger - he doesn't adopt a different affect. Charlie is always Charlie. An aggressor, a transgressor, a brat. He leers down at the tiny creature, brows raised in a faux display of being caught in a devious act.
The expression does little to dampen his sinister glee, a shrug his only promise when she propositions him to dry her clothing. He wraps the tiny dress in his pinky and ring finger, tucking it into his palm beneath where his capture is held stuck.]
Yeah, I see that. But I don't think it's all my fault...
[Completely bared, it's even easier to run a finger down her side to nestle it between her thighs. Charlie delights in easy victories; his tongue toys with his bottom incisor. What would a nibble feel like-? A curiosity delayed, not denied, much like the urge that had initiated their little game.
He nudges her mound with the tip of his finger, twisting it to rub the pad into her pussy. A small sheen coats his death-pale skin, slicking over a wider swath as he begins to brush his finger up and down her cunt, quick little motions. Gentle, too - teasing rather than coddling.]
Why should I dry you off when you're the one makin' the mess?
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Though he had come to get to know her as a woman with an imposing presence no matter the height or looks she chose, perhaps it is strange and delightful now that only three fingers curled strategically inward are enough to hold the fairy in place. Whether she physically can or cannot in this small form she has chosen, whether her supernatural nature allows her more strength than biology should allow, he may not ever know, but what she presents... is that she can't. That her small hands push against his fingers so ineffectively, that her kicks that occasionally contact with his wrist feel like taps. She tosses her head a few times, part of a supposed full body effort to wriggle free, but all it does is make her cornsilk hair look wild over his knuckles and put her in position for the prettiest, appealing arch when his finger finds a new source of wet between her thighs that cannot be blamed on his saliva. (Yet.)]
You're the one who-
[A ragged breath attempting not to be a whimper of pleasure interrupts her false protests, her hands coming up to clutch at his pointer finger not to push but because she needs to hold something, eyes closing and lips parting. Her wings flutter a ticklish little rhythm into his palm, and her toes-
They're curling in the air as she strives and fails to find something to put them on. Not to push off of... but because her body wants to be able to grind back into the rub of his fingertip and is frustrated with only being able to squirm in the cradle of his hand, lacking the purchase to easily demand more.]
It's mostly your fault...
[Is that her admitting her own desire, the arousal that is slicking his pale skin and making a soft, lewd noise the more he teases at her tiny cunt? Perhaps it is. But at least with her grip on his pointer she manages to lever her hips up and down, smooth folds parting over his fingertip as she briefly presses against the friction of his touch, a small moan slipping out as if begrudged and not delighted.]
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No matter the act, Kiritsubo is greedy.
This isn't a new discovery, but a reminder that tints Charlie's wicked grin with fondness. His tongue tucks into his cheek as he 'patiently' listens to her stuttered complaints, nodding along.
Slowly, as if he could escape her notice (he knows he cannot), his finger retreats from her cunt. When the last incensed syllable falls from her lips, the tiny fairy is left without anything to grind against.] You sure like accusin' me, don't you? [He sure likes being accused in these funny little games.]
I'll make it easier for you- [His tongue falls from his mouth, revealed as an inevitable threat that he lets hang between them. Charlie brings his eyes to hers, the gleam of intention obvious in how he holds the stare. He's not a patient man. She's not a patient woman. This is teasing at teasing; he could wait long enough to leave her whining in want.
But he won't.
His lids fall half-closed as he keens his head, orienting his cheek against her thigh. The first brush of his tongue against cunt is natural - incidental - when he nestles into position. The second is deliberate, tongue stretched down until strained before pulling back up slowly. He lingers, tip swirling against folds until that stark taste of arousal pricks his flesh. It won't fit inside, of course, but he nuzzles her entrance with it nonetheless.]
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How amusing it is to her, that wicked little grin that looks so intimidatingly large in her current size and limited view. He could be a beast with gnashing teeth and slavering jaws with a single tweak of his motivation, and instead... her eyes would spark with delight if she wasn't so intent on playing the just-distressed-enough captive, arching and squirming in his grip...
Until the "threat" of his tongue enters play, and then... the tremble of anticipation passes easily enough for fear in the midst of play. Or it would, if she didn't moan so prettily when the tip of the warm, slick muscle laps over her cunt.]
Charlie, you dastard...
[Her protesting voice is nothing but delicate wind chimes in a breeze, her kicks mere butterfly kisses where her pale foot struggles for purchase against his cheek and the line of his jaw but only serves to betray that her toes are curling with a helpless pleasure.]
You cad...
[Her small fingers have at least found a good grip on the fingers curled about her middle, and if she tries, and she does... She can just manage to flex her hips into the pressure, gossamer wings beating uselessly against his palm as she rubs against his tongue as if intent on seeing if she can't at least take the tip of him, something, anything.]