【 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 parking garage for all new arrivals. We aim to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience!
All are invited to There Is No Tomorrow, a Phoenix Casino soiree to celebrate our beloved guests. The festivities will begin at 1800 hours on January 20th and end at 1800 hours on January 27th. Please look forward to 168 hours of delight.
In an effort to raise happiness and encourage better guest relationships, attendance is required. The house will assist guests that are too shy to appear of their own accord. Please note that black tie attire is mandatory. As always, we hope you enjoy your stay! 】
PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
▶ 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 January event.
▶ 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. This month we also have an ongoing ATP / EMP where players can connect. Please feel free to utilize this for all of your peafowl needs!
▶ 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.
▶ 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.
[ Wei Wuxian wakes up spooning with a guy who is way too bony to be comfortable and with a feather tickling his nose. He sneezes, of course, which probably sets off the whole waking up Sunday and getting him accused of being a lockpicker. As Sunday scrambles off the bed, Wei Wuxian just shifts to sit up on his elbows and gives a wide yawn, not really perturbed in the slightest. ]
Me? Climbed in through the window, obviously.
[ Dry, deadpan. It's clear he's joking, but it might... also... not be clear? Either way, he lifts a hand to pick a feather out of his long hair, squinting at it lightly before looking back at Sunday, eyes flicking to the wings on his head. Hm. ]
[ Now this guy? This guy sets off Wei Wuxian's need to bother and poke and prod. He's much too proper and dignified and it reminds Wei Wuxian of the Lan clan back home, which just makes him want to ruin his image as a result. Which is probably why they've ended up playing this game together in the first place. Wei Wuxian is friendly, overly chummy, and with a gaze that is too clever by half.
So, here they sit and Wei Wuxian takes a sip of his drink — alcohol, of course, because he is a lush. When Neuvillette offers for him to go first, he smiles brightly and says — ]
Not a problem.
[ And very deftly, he plucks a card from the stack. Somewhere in the middle too, challenging himself.
The card reads: If you could go back in time and change the past, would you?
Wei Wuxian's smile turns a bit strained at that but he bounces back fairly quickly before giving a shake of his head. ]
No way, what's done is done. There's nothing for me to change. What about you?
[ truthfully, despite the know-all air mona puts on, she still does get embarrassed. that can be said now, her head moving somewhat to the side to allow ishmael closer proximity to the slender curve of her neck. she's anticipating the other woman's touch so intently that she accidentally shivers from the brush of her own hair.
her eyes briefly close as ishmael leans in, and then... soft lips. they're felt for only a moment before they're quickly joined by enamel, a firm, slightly slick bite taking place.
mona's brows furrow, but she endures it. this is fine. ignore the blush. ]
...I suppose I will be reminded of you in the morning.
( could it be? a comrade in arms in his lamentations? a kindred spirit in search of that life-giving elixir?
it's someone pretty, fashionable, insofar as his understanding of such things go. time and again, sigewinne has tried to impress upon him the intricacies of fashion trends, but as a man whose sole duty is to preside over a court of law, neuvillette has never seen the need to keep up with fashion when his judge's robes have become expectation seven days out of the week. )
Indeed. Hardly what one would expect from a business centered around satisfaction of its guests.
( but his middling opinions of this place aside, he's more concerned for the young woman next to him. concern colors the edge of his voice, his head canted to one side. )
Have you need of anything else beyond water, Miss? Perhaps I can flag down a nearby waiter for the both of us.
[ Wei Wuxian is scared of dogs. That's a fact, a known fact, and something he deals with on a daily basis. Is he scared of a man who acts like a dog? Probably not but there's still a strong hesitation in him as he watches Beowulf pressing his face against the glass and just being... overly enthusiastic. Hm. He's trying to think of a way to slip out of ... whatever they're in (he still doesn't know what a car is) when Beowulf's attention snaps towards him and he's being asked to... chant his name.
... Geez, and here everyone thought Wei Wuxian was the one with the ego. ]
Howl at the moon, huh? What next, you'll sprout a tail and ears and go running off after some stray cats?
[seems as if they're both in unexpected situations, but that's okay, as sizhui is suddenly a lot more excited than he was before, regardless of any overstimulation on his end. maybe he's just getting too used to the shenanigans that happen on other worlds rather than letting it overtake him like it might do most people.
after peeking back up over the table, he decides he'll join wei wuxian under it, holding the cloth just high enough so he can crawl underneath before letting it fall back into place behind him, once again blocking out the bright lights that are harshing the napping vibes. he settles in, legs tucked up underneath himself and hands resting in his lap for the moment, his head tilting to the side again while he examines the other man like he might be injured or something, but from what he can tell, he's all in one piece and that's a huge weight off his shoulders.
his smile widens, he raises a hand to cover his mouth and chuckles softly then lowers it again to speak.] Of course you are. Shame on me, how could I ever forget that?
[ Wei Wuxian isn't sure what Sizhui is going to do — join him, pull him out from under here, something different altogether? It's only when the boy opts to crawl under the table with him that his heart swells and he feels a brief burst of happiness at the company. He'll sit up a little more properly then, crossing his legs underneath himself and lifting a hand in a yawn. ]
Exactly. Shame, shame.
[ And then he's rubbing some sleep out of his eyes, giving a soft sigh as he wakes up properly. That's when he'll give Sizhui a once over in the I'm-definitely-not-concerned-about-you-but-absolutely-am way just to make sure he's alright. They're both a little too attentive with each other, huh? Still, this place is new and unusual and Wei Wuxian is trying to adjust. He doesn't know why he's here or who brought him but he's very clear on the fact that this isn't his home or time or world, even. So, the familiar face of Sizhui is more than welcome. ]
So, did you wake up in a "car" too?
[ The way he says car makes it absolutely clear he has no idea what a car is, still. ]
( he wishes, once again, for the soothing weight of his court robes. the solid grip of his cane between his fingers. but he has neither here and neuvillette once again finds himself adrift, not unlike how he had been all those centuries ago, left to his own devices in the middle of the fontemer sea. before focalors had turned her gaze towards him and invited him to take part in the greatest play to ever grace the stages of fontaine.
and now it seems he must yet play another role, this time as guest rather than overseer.
he settles instead for clasping his hands before him. the frown has returned to his face, a thin line cutting across as he gazes at the crowds. )
You speak of this Game 52, yes?
( a distasteful game, really, but even he with all his authority returned to him can do little but comply with the rules set forth by the house. there things he too must do, that require a safe - though perhaps not expedient - completion of his stay here. )
If I may ask, are ( mmmmmm ) acts of intimacy the only method of completing it?
( unfortunate if so; he has always struggled to form bonds, physically or emotionally. )
Rude is always hyperaware of his surroundings, but he's on exceptionally high alert after having woken up in a strange place with no explanation wearing strange clothes. He hears footsteps approaching and then what seems like the hood of the vehicle being hoisted.
Escaping from the back door quietly, he sneaks around the luxury limo silently, made easier with the sheer harem pants and sandals he has on. They hardly make a sound against the parking garage's pavement. He doesn't have his weapons on him, but he's always been pretty lethal with his fists alone. As he's getting close enough to grab the guy, he notices that he's a kid and he relaxes, clearing his throat to declare his presence.
[ the little suspicious pause does not go unnoticed. however, she understands. truly, she does. ]
Yes, you would be correct. [ there's an apologetic note in her voice. ] As long as one person—finishes, then you will obtain their card. It is even possible to collect a second or third from the same individual. So long as their rank has changed, that is.
[ even a genius astrologist like mona would not have expected a reality where she would be discussing intimate matters with the iudex. and yet, here they are, gently tiptoeing around crude language in an establishment that encourages sex at every turn. she can't help but be concerned for neuvillette's future.
the twists in one's fate can be formidable. ]
Winning Game 52 appears to be our means of returning to our original worlds.
[ mona idly swirls the champagne in her glass. ]
Not only that, we do face consequences for not participating.
( he waits politely for her to select a card and read off the question written upon it. a harmless question, with a harmless answer. perhaps this game will be a pleasant enough time after all.
a few seconds tick by as he mulls over his answer. four hundreds years is quite the length of time for any number of rumors to have circulated regarding his person. the strangest must surely be that he is fond of crying, but in lieu of revealing his true identity so soon to a complete stranger he settles for: )
I believe a tabloid magazine once reported me to be the only male Melusine in the entirety of Teyvat. ( his lips pinch at the edges. ) Despite having no evidence to back up their claims and knowing full well that Fontaine law dictates all Melusines to be referred to as 'she' rather than 'it'.
( to try and go against pre-established law? a foolish endeavor. )
And to think they referred to themselves as the 'leading edge of journalism.'
( an aggravated sigh, followed by a lean forward of his body as he reaches out towards the house of cards. his hand hovers and then chooses, pausing momentarily in place as a nearby card shudders and wobbles, and then retracts fully to flip his card over once the house stabilizes. )
[movement. he turns his head with a leather-like sound grit under his neck. there's someone else in here. second time this week he's woken up with another person next to him. this place is fond of shoving people together, isn't it. who's this guy? a kind smile, brows furrowed only so. posing off a picture of amiable nature. if he was gonna throw up, that urge is literally swallowed down his throat on sheer refusal and wary caution.]
You could say that. [if this guy could stop the world spinning, he'd like to get off. dropping to an elbow dents material around his bone before he twists his body around in a roll to his back and sits up. one hand presses at his helmeted head, massaging the glass even if it means nothing to his physical inside. paused, barely lifted in a twitch upward as two small bottles reflect in his mask's surface.]
Aren't you helpful. [he swipes both bottles, but makes no effort to drink either.] Do you normally steal into other people's beds?
[ much as w seriously does not want to be here, it's at least early enough in the night that she hasn't grown miserably bored of all the games on offer. to her, they're all fool's games: a practical application of explosive force ensures that every dice roll settles on KISS ASS, every opposing pull from the house of cards results in a showy implosion, and now she's up to this roulette thing, because the other tables are giving her the side-eye and she knows well enough to keep it moving. she just has to figure out how to fix this thing too, hoping that one of the options is 'bomb' so she can work out some of this restlessness she can't quite swallow down.
her eye lands on 'knife' at just about the same time she feels fur bristling across the back of her leg. is that serendipitous or what? lappland probably doesn't recognize her from this angle, likely due to the fancy fit she's sporting, but surely she'll recognize that grimdark giggle and a skin-crawling flick from her grotesque tail in response. ]
No going back on it now. Nothing annoys me more than broken promises.
[ to a keen eye, it's obvious already that she's planning to employ some arts-based fuckery as she approaches the wheel. too bad about your grand prize, lappy. she turns back only to bat her eyelashes. ]
( catch him talking about heaving bosoms and rounded behinds any time he has to refer to tits or ass.
but he hasn't descended that far, not yet, and thus is content to keep the discussion surface-level as he accustoms himself to his new life here in the resort. everything she says falls in line with what little he's been told, though in far less detail than he would have liked.
perhaps that's where he ought to begin, even if the mention of repercussions has him frowning deeper. )
[ of course it would be just your luck to find yourself stuck in one of those temperamental cars with someone like angelika, who hasn't spoken a single word upon stirring. indeed, save for a brief glance your way, she hasn't really done much else to acknowledge your presence, and has instead busies herself with surveying your surroundings... however compact it happens to be.
the fortunate(?) thing is the car appears to be one of those stretch limos, meaning there's plenty of room for one to stretch out one's legs. angelika herself has drifted off towards the front of the large back seating area, around the partition leading towards the driver's part. she has pulled back the sliding window to peak into the much smaller space, briefly even going so far as to stick her entire head through before turning her attention to the compartments along the partition instead.
she finds a little door and tugs it open, making a small noise of satisfaction when it reveals itself to be a mini-bar. ]
Lovely.
[ she sits back, pulling out an entire bottle of wine. ]
twig aftermath
[ the ghostly hands had certainly found the perfect victim in angelika, a self-proclaimed "obligate homebody," though fortunately she still wound up in a far more modest outfit of her choosing. but that was about the extent of her victory over the house's insistence, because after enough time attempting to wallflower the party away, someone had seen fit to smoke enough of that twig around her that the second-hand smoke left her just as affected as if she'd shoved the damn things down her throat herself.
smashcut to the aftermath, the hours spent under the twig's influence a wild and chaotic blur in her steadily-pounding head. while her dress is more or less intact, the same can't be said for the rest of her, an obvious aura of exhaution hanging heavy in the downturn of her gaze, the slight sag of her shoulders. oh, she does her best to appear otherwise, even still sitting upright in on one of those plush velvet benches against the wall in the lobby... but that's about the best she can do when her entire body feels like two small gusts of wind away from falling completely over.
somehow, even despite trying to be as invisible as possible, she still catches someone's attention. ]
If all you mean to do is stare then leave.
[ the steadiness of her voice unfortunately fractures at the last word, letting slip the extent of the strain she's under. despite her best efforts, she just can't quite hide how badly that damned twig has left her feeling absolutely wrecked... and not even in the fun way. ]
etc
( OC TLDR: what if grim reapers were a non-profit organization, and this particular one had latent anger issues? it's Fine. angelika is 30 and available for smut options for anyone over 18. i didn't have the bandwidth to write starters for the games, but i'd be interested in angelika doing the dirty dice, sex toy roulette, and/or house of cards! more info on her in general can be found here. )
[ there's a lot to take away here from his response alone, and luckily, ishmael is observant enough to catch them like the honor student that she is. the fact that he's been featured in a tabloid once means that he already has quite the reputation in his homeland, for example, and... something about laws? are they the same as the laws of the Great Lake where she's from, she wonders. and what even are melusines...?
but before she can go ahead and ask for further inquiry, he's pulled out a question and reads it aloud, to which ishmael responds with her face going pale with embarrassment. right, not all questions are going to be tame like the one she got just now. ]
Wait, can we go back to what Melusines are, exactly? That question is a little...
[ help, she hasn't really thought too deeply about that -- assuming that the question wasn't just pertaining to chicken. give her a minute to reboot. ]
[ For some inexplicable reason, Hamel is not really a Party Person. And maybe that's why she's politely tried to keep her distance, only to have the ghost hands decide that's Not Acceptable. And you know what, sure. Okay. Maybe Hamel stands her ground for once in protest of being highly encouraged into a space.
And maybe--no, definitely... Hamel does not win this fight, and I am truly sorry for you, person tagging this prompt, as she is now getting unceremoniously chucked in some flowy, bright red number with a slit nearly up to her hip and quite literally chucked...
... Into you. Or at you, if you want to dodge the person who just got thrown?? ]
II. DOWN AND DIRTY (DICE) ( Gen or NSFW! )
[ At this point, Hamel has given up on being allowed to escape, or at least is biding her time until she can find an opening to slip away. It's hard to say which it is, but she looks fairly resigned as she looks at whoever she's playing against. Some of these options look fairly harmless, at least, but doing this in a public area and not somewhere private...
Look, she's a performer, not an exhibitionist.
But for some reason, she's here and she's playing it, so she just heaves a sigh that seems more weary than anything remotely enthused. ]
Would you like to go first, or shall I...?
III. CARDS ON THE TABLE (HOUSE OF CARDS) ( Gen! )
[ Okay, you know. She's actually not too bad at this, this very quiet woman still in the super gaudy dress, or maybe she's just used to being careful. Regardless, the house of cards hasn't fallen on her turn yet and she's peering at the card with an air of...
... Weariness? ]
"Would you rather sacrifice yourself or others"?
... It seems I've pulled another non-difficult question.
[ Hamel, please. ]
IV. HANGOVER HUDDLE ( Gen or NSFW! )
[ Thankfully, she's clothed. Kind of? At some point, the dress has been replaced by her nightgown, which isn't exactly victorian enough to cover anything below the knees (scandalous) or even her arms (hussy). So Hamel doesn't find it too strange to wake up in, with a pounding headache from all of the Everything.
But what is strange is that she isn't alone and whether she recognizes this person or not, her reaction is much the same--to scoot backwards in astonishment and disappear off the side of the bed.
Silently, even! Her bedmate might still be sleeping, so at least she has the presence of mind to accidentally fall off the bed as quietly as possible! How incredibly thoughtful of her. ]
[ ooc: perms/kinks, vague breakdown is down with m/f, f/f and */f for nsfw, just needs to be 20+! If you want to do anything different from the prompts too, I am very down! ]
[ you jest, but mona has already referred to her ass as her 'rear' in conversation. yes, she got teased...... ]
Look here.
[ setting aside her glass on the nearby table for a moment, she unravels her glove so that he can catch a glimpse of the symbol imbued into her wrist. relatively elegant in design, it is in the shape of a lovely diamond. there are a few additional stars included, too, fitting for her occupation.
mona drags the thumb of her other hand over it. the symbol does not smudge. ]
If you avoid having relations long enough, your suit will act against you. It could encourage you to quickly seek a companion out, manipulate your thoughts and feelings, or stimulate bodily reactions. The urges will not relent until you've been satiated.
[ it's not until she pulls away and hearing mona's flirty quip that ishmael realizes that -- she just did that. she really just leaned in and left a hickey on an unfamiliar woman's neck like she's done it before when in actuality, she doesn't remember the last time she did something that intimate. her first tryst might as well have been forgettable, a little experiment just to feel something at the time (read: she did not feel anything). but now...
well, it's still more or less the same. they're still strangers at the end of the day, after all. yet a slight blush can't help but blossom across her seemingly neutral expression anyway. seems that a hardened (former) sailor is also not immune to such frivolities. ]
Don't mention it. Seriously. [ clears throat. ahem. ] Shall we proceed?
The stuff this place throws at them shouldn't feel surprising anymore, but somehow, he's still exasperated by all of it. That much is probably obvious in his expression and the almost resigned look in the blue eyes. As if he knows exactly what kind of obnoxious, lewd crap he can expect to show up on those dice. And, honestly, the main reason he'd even slid into the chair beside this guy is because he knows what it's like to be the new guy.
Everyone needs a payout.
Even so, he's watching those dice intently, lingering on them when the they finally still and they can take in the numbers. SLAP ASS. Not the worst thing he could've rolled, that's for sure.
"Looks that way," he replies with a soft exhale. His hand goes up to his tie, tugs at the knot of it slightly in an attempt to loosen it slightly. But he can hear that hastiness in his voice, the uncertainty in his question, and he's quick to shake his head. "For something like this? No," he replies in an attempt to be reassuring. "But they've got their ways when they really want you to do something."
That said, he shifts to the edge of his chair but doesn't stand. "Your call if you want to."
[ good, good. ishmael completed one task already. mona will see the blemish tomorrow, but by then, she will likely be too exhausted from all the activity the prior day that she won't be too fussed. perhaps a fresh, steaming cup of tea and a pleasant breakfast will be at the forefront of her mind.
(this is a lie. nothing is more embarrassing than seeing remnants of a tryst.) ]
I will roll for us. [ mona retrieves the dice, and then lightly tosses them onto the table. the result is— ] ...I see.
roulette i'm sorry i had to [ honestly, he hadn't intended to play. he'd just been wandering by, bored out of his mind, and somehow eventually finds himself at the front of the line meant for the giant spinning wheel. he didn't like being told what to do, but unfortunately for him that currently comes in second for the more urgent desire to be curious as fuck, and so spin the wheel does and—
he frowns as the pin lands on CUCUMBER. before he can turn back around to the attendant to attest it, said attendant has already drawn out a cucumber, causing fig to launch himself back at least five feet from the shock of it all.
the squawky noise of protest he'd made had been pretty embarrassing... but not nearly as embarrassing as having crashed right into someone else in the process. ]
aftercare 1 — [ sure is a shame that the person you wind up stuck with just so happens to be fig, who has already demolished his entire tray full of breakfast and is currently working his way through yours. asshole doesn't even look a single ounce of sorry when he finally notices you stirring, cheerfully piping up from where he's folded himself into a cross-legged seat in one of the wooden chairs by the table. ]
Morning!
[ he's awfully chipper for someone who is supposedly suffering the same sort of ailments as you............... but that might have something to do with the fact he's got a breakfast and a half currently sitting pleasant in his tummy, soaking up all that alcohol he had imbibed in the night(s) before. (is that how it all works? don't ask him, honestly.) ]
2 — [ then again, maybe you're the one to get it together first. maybe you're the one who happens to fare better, at least up until fig himself finally pokes his head out from under a mountainous pile of blankets to let out a single, unflattering wail of misery. ]
Fuck this body!
[ he blinks his eyes open, spots you, and decides you're all to blame for the fact he can't ever seem to understand what foods and liquids this human body of his can handle. ]
Fuck you. [ maybe it'd have more sting, if he didn't sound so pathetic about it all. ] Who are you?
et cetera ( oc info can be found here and here! tldr fig is an ex-familiar amnesiac who still is still very much a cat in every way but literally. as far as cr/smut cr preferences go, due to his trauma he is far more open towards males. for females, especially those who happen to be extremely powerful magically/spiritually, it's very Complicated. he is both drawn to them (passive) but resistant (active). feel free to pm to hash things out! )
[It's a long night, and Rin has a very particular daily routine. Two in the morning is when her magical energy reaches its peak, so as it gets closer to the midnight hour she'll be attempting to escape. Everything from lunging at exits to trying to sneak around the sides of the hall. When she finally reaches a door, but not even her magically enhanced limbs can get it open, Tohsaka reaches a breaking point.
People in the crowd will hear a loud explosion, a clearly frustrated, "Oh come on!" and the pop of a dozen champagne bottles as the longer standing guests decide that the noise and the smoke is simply another piece of entertainment worth celebrating. At this point staff grab Rin, and toss her back into the "festivities". This leaves the explosion culprit at your character's feet. Face down and the skirt of her dress flipped up and disheveled enough to make her look more like a drunk that got tossed out of a bar rather than a failed escape artist.]
2. GAME ROOMS: Dirty Dice: Even Dirtier
(cw: mention of breath play, possibility for NSFW acts)
[Tohsaka seems almost... disappointed? She rolls the dice over in her palm while waiting for a partner to play against. The words this time aren't exactly the same, so she'll not be able to relive the thrill she had just a little over a year ago. Perhaps for the best, though. She wasn't really all that versed in breath play back then, and certainly hasn't made any strides to address that since.
Once her opposition arrives she addresses them without looking up.]
Do you mind if I roll first, or would you rather be the first to try their luck?
1. EXCLUSIVE LOUNGES: High Roller Club
(cw: can turn NSFW if resulting in loss)
[Decked out in the iconic deep blacks and glittering gold that the Golden Peacock is known for, a petite woman delicately offers a tray your way. Her expression doesn't look too pleased, so you can probably guess that she was one of those who ended up clearing out her bank of chips before ending up in the salacious costume. However as she leans close she starts whispering:]
Interested in knowing the wisdom of a bird's eye view?
[Get it? Because she's dressed like a bird? Feathers in her hair and along the edges of her bodysuit to make something akin to a "tail" and a skirt all at once while still showing her shapely legs in fishnets. Either way, she's offering you the benefit of cheating... but what's the catch?]
3. HANGOVER AFTERCARE
(cw: nsfw progression possible thanks to Hangover Kit)
[After all that "fun," Tohsaka is literally a mess. Her hair wild and unkempt, her face showing "indents" where the folds of the pillowcase jut into her skin, her eyes a little bloodshot and dark circles hanging in bags by her lower lids. She looks at her fellow bedmate with a narrowing (squinting) gaze, and asks:]
Who the hell are you?
[Even if they know each other. She's having a bad morning, please be gentle (or don't; that could be funnier).]
WILDCARD
(As time passes "normally" in Golden Peacock, and Rin gets older, I've decided to change from her erbe journal to this one which features icons that are closer to depicting her age in canon since she'll be 20 in February. This info page contains permissions, a kink list, and other details like suit mark placement and a few opt-in/opt-out forms. A few prompts I'm interested in, but would rather write/have custom starters to are: Game Rooms: House of Cards, Game Rooms: 1 or 11, Game Rooms: Sex Toy Roulette, Exclusive Lounges: High Roller Club (NSFW/Instant Loss), Exclusive Lounges: Women's Parlor. Feel free to PM me if you'd prefer one of these prompts tailor made for our characters.)
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