TDM 01: TAKE 2

[goldmods]

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【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

Unfortunately, due to high demand during the holiday season, we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We deeply apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding during this time.

As a token of our appreciation we have issued 4 CLOTHING VOUCHERS and 4 FOOD VOUCHERS to your account that can be used at many of our locations. Complimentary chips have also been applied to your bank account.

You will be notified as soon as your reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We sincerely hope you enjoy your stay. 】

EVENS

EVENS

Soft. Warm. Cozy.

The beep of the Watch is gentle, a considerately low sound when rousing newly arrived wildcards while a small vibration tickles the wrist. Satin sheets slide with the lazy stretch of legs. Bedding shuffles. The room is a comfortable temperature but … for some reason, it’s maybe a touch too warm? And cramped?

As characters rouse from their slumber (or otherwise blink into awareness) they will find that they are now in a shitty resort room. They have been temporarily allocated a rank 2 suite. These suites are small and the twin bed takes up the majority of the space inside. Walkable area is minuscule. There is no decor or window. All characters are naked, wearing only a white terrycloth robe knotted at the waist. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.

But perhaps that’s not the most alarming part.

They’re not alone.

All characters will find themselves waking up in pairs. Not only have they woken up in an entirely unknown place, they are pressed up against and/or are cuddling what may potentially be a total stranger. Even if a pair is lucky enough to know one other ... pretty awkward waking up together like this, isn't it?

Due to holiday overbooking all characters are required to share a room while the backlog of reservations are processed. Some of these rank 2 suites may even have three temporary residents if you’re feeling spicy.

The resort is truly sorry that they overbooked during the holiday season. This is unprecedented. They have never before seen the house bring in so many new guests at once. Without even a heads up for the staff. It’s like being middle management isn’t worth it! For the sake of avoiding headaches and customer complaints, wildcards will find that each room has an included a gift basket as an apology for the inconvenience.

GIFT BASKET DELIGHTS (PLEASE DON’T COMPLAIN)

▷ Charming Novelty T-shirts: [ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 ]
▷ All Natural Body Care
▷ A Luxury Candle
▷ A Box of Holiday Cookies
▷ 12-Pack of Resort Branded Health Items

Wildcards that explore outside will find staff running around like frenzied hens. These employees will encourage wildcards to go wash up in the bathroom, a communal space with plenty of free supplies for newcomers. The communal bathroom is a clean area with multiple open showers, sinks, and water closets. Wildcards will find shelves stocked with basic toiletries and clean towels. They will also find other general bathroom amenities available for use like hair dryers, face masks, scrub brushes, combs, razors, toothbrushes, q-tips, and so on.

All facilities inside the communal bathroom aside from the toilets are open concept and there is no separation based on gender (or anything else). Everyone is expected to share.

BATHROOM MISCHIEF

▷ THE SOAP WANTS TO DROP: Soap is slippery, but it seems as though some of the bars are intent on slipping out of hand and onto the floor. Some even shoot across the open concept showers and hit someone else. But how could soap throw itself at someone?! Are you sure you're not just looking for attention?

▷ YOU CAN'T ESCAPE YOURSELF: As the steam from the showers rolls through the bathroom the mirrors begin to fog. Strange enough, fogging the mirrors begins to reveal some kind of message ... and not just any message. Wildcards may discover one of the worst private thoughts they've ever had written out on the mirror for all to see. Hiding it as easy as wiping away the vapor, but you can never really escape your truest thoughts.

▷ SHAM-ME, SHAM-YOU: There are several shampoo scents for wildcards to choose from in the cabinets. One particular formula, Saltmarsh Sparrow, isn't quite like the others. This particular shampoo is designed to pair with the wearer's natural scent. Wildcards may find that they are leaking faint pheromones that incite lust and arousal in potential mates. Use too much shampoo and you may even be affected by your own scent!

▷ YOU, ME, AND THIS COMMUNAL TUB: The communal bathroom also includes a large soaking tub that can accommodate several guests at once. There are scrubbing stones kept around the pool for guest use and jars of mud masks to wear while enjoying a soak. Mud masks will leave even the dullest skin feeling hydrated and fresh—amazing! But... what is this? The very teeny tiny font on the bottom of the jars say, "Mud will not wash off by the same hands that applied it. We recommend finding a partner to apply masks with. Enjoy!"

Some of the staff will pity these poor new guests that have had their reservations pushed out. They will show characters the way to one of the small supply closets that are used by cleaning staff. The closet is small but fully stocked with linens, extra toiletries, pillows, robes, slippers, and yellow Golden Peacock tracksuits in a full range of sizes. They will encourage wildcards to take whatever they want before running off again.

But those that aren’t careful might find themselves in an interesting predicament.

OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR

▷ Wildcards may find that the closet door will slam closed and lock while they are inside. This will only happen if there are two wildcards inside the closet.

A giggle from the other side of the door is proof that it wasn’t an accident but the voice will not respond to any questions or demands. Only when asked what they need to do to be released will there will be another soft giggle and the demand: “Kiss, kiss, kiss for seven minutes!”

Wildcards who abide by the kissing ghost's rule will be released promptly after seven minutes of kissing. Those that do not will be trapped inside until one of the staff members comes around and unlocks the door.

Wildcards will find that the hallways of the basement are chilly and narrow. Heading to the end of the hallway will reveal a stairwell where they can ascend to check out the main resort. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!

ODDS

ODDS

A bird cries in the distance. Water beads trickle down chilled flesh. Itch itch itch—something pokes your bare ass.

The beep of the Watch is as gentle as it was for the new arrivals that didn’t wake up on the cold hard ground but the sound blends into the rustle of leaves and the gurgle of the river. Unlike their luckier colleagues, some wildcards have unexpectedly woken up in the middle of lush vegetation. Oops! That was a miscalculation. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.

Wildcards that wake up in the Vale will be completely naked and without a resort robe to cover up. Lost amid thick bushes, mushroom clusters, and towering trees, it doesn't feel like they're in a resort at all. Isn't this a rainforest? By all accounts, this is a rainforest.

Those that wake in the Vale will have to make their way through the rainforest to find the exit. Really, so unexpected! This was not what we had in our system at all. It must be overloaded from high demand. Our apologies. Please don't complain.

LOST IN THE VALE

▷ The Vale is the only area in the resort that has simulated weather. Wildcards in the Vale may experience thunderstorms, windstorms, and light rain showers. Those who don't find their way out by night hours will find themselves plunged into darkness, with the bioluminescent mushrooms their only source of light.

▷ There are small caves and caverns throughout the Vale. There is overhead connected netting throughout the trees that may make travel easier for those agile enough to get up there. A river with fresh water runs throughout the entirety of the Vale.

▷ There are real birds living in the Vale. These birds find newcomers very interesting and like to swoop and peck if they see a good opportunity to bully. They are easily frightened off but quick to return if someone is particularly reactive.

▷ The Vale is very moist at ground level so mud and sinkholes are common. There are scattered stone and wood-plank pathways but for the most part the set-up is very natural.

Laughter rings throughout the forest. Footsteps echo. Branches snap. There are other people around aside from you naked newbies. If eavesdropped upon, wildcards may pick up on what these guests are cawing about. It sounds like they’re playing some kind of game.

Wildcards that wake up in the Vale may unwittingly stumble into one of the resort’s popular roleplaying games: Sexy Hunter 💕 and 💕 Sexier Prey.

There are numerous booby traps set around the forest. The goal of the game is to trap your prey and take them home for kinky fun and these guests weren't expecting newbies to suddenly drop in! The traps won’t hurt anyone but they will put them in some embarrassing positions.

SEXY? TRAPS

▷ CAGE: A lofted wooden cage. This trap is triggered when the prey crosses a hidden tripwire. The cage will fall from above and enclose the prey if they are not quick enough to evade. The cage is heavy and difficult to move. Escapable if the prey is strong enough or if someone lends assistance.

▷ HANGING NET: Netting hidden on the ground by leaves or moss. Stepping into the net area will trigger the trap into pulling up and capturing its prey in lofted bundle. Escapable if the prey manages to cut through the net or if someone lends assistance and breaks the pully rope.

▷ MUD PIT: A deep hole hidden on the ground by leaves, moss, or carefully placed bushes. Prey will fall into the hole once stepping into it. Depths may reach 6 - 7 feet so prey cannot climb out on their own. Escapable for those with good agility or if someone lends assistance.

▷ ANKLE SNARE: A rope loop hidden beneath leaves, moss, or other craftily laid vegetation. This trap is triggered when the prey steps into the snare. Rope will tighten around the prey's ankle to keep them in place. This trap may remain on the ground or loft the prey so that they're hanging upside-down from a tree. Escapable for those who can cut the rope or if someone lends assistance.

After braving the elements and surviving booby traps, these wildcards may finally find civilization. The lounge pagoda where many of the long-standing guests are hanging out and enjoying drinks is comfortable and connected to a bathroom where characters can themselves clean up. In contrast to the naked muddy wildcards, the guests on the pagoda are dressed in trendy and elaborate clothing.

They stare at the newly arrived nude wildcards before breaking into shouts of glee and approval.

“Yes, brilliant idea, it’s a naked party! Whoohoo! Come on everyone. Take your clothes off. All of them! Naked party, naked party, naked party!”

These NPCs will shed their clothing and begin to skinnydip in the pools and river. They will chase each other—and wildcards! Wildcards will find themselves surrounded by an orgy. They will encourage wildcards to join in on the fun and offer them food and drink to get into the mood.

IT'S AN ORGY Y'ALL

▷ FINDERS KEEPERS: None of the long-standing guests are paying attending to the clothes they've stripped off. Some of these clothing items may even have small items in the pockets, like a zippo lighter and cigarettes. Wildcards that dare to snatch clothes or items most likely won't be caught ... but if a guest does catch them, what are they gonna do other than give chase? If you're fast enough it's all yours.

▷ FREE LUNCH IS NEVER FREE: All of the food and drink offered by the guests on the pagoda is spiked with aphrodisiac. Intensity varies from a very slight amount to a full dose, at player discretion. Regardless of potency, wildcards will find that effects do not last long.

▷ MOVE OVER, BUB: The bathroom in the pagoda is small, comfortably fitting two at best. There is a shower with a limited amount of hot water available. The gauge will show as the amount of hot water declines. Once the hot water runs out wildcards can only use ice cold water to wash off the mud. It would be effective to shower together, wouldn't it?

▷ WHO STARTED THIS PARTY: Pagoda guests will become wilder as the party goes on. Wildcards may end up voyeur to guests having sex out in the open. Some guests will try to match up with wildcards or try to match wildcards simply because they would look good together. Particularly frisky guests will playfully chase wildcards around. Good luck, newbie!

Wildcards will find the exit out to the central hub and elevator bank behind the pagoda. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!

NOTES

PROMPT NOTES

▶ Characters will wake up in either a rank 2 room or in the Vale. We ask that you pick one arrival for your character for consistency sake. If you can't choose we suggest using an RNG and letting it pick evens or odds.
▶ Characters in the Vale do have a room assignment as well. They can eventually find their way there after their journey, the poor things.
▶ All characters have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort.
▶ Players should mod random NPCs as they like.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Do whatever your little hearts desire.

MAIN LOBBY

MAIN LOBBY

The Peacock is buzzing with excitement! The massive main lobby is especially spectacular with golden streamers, dazzling lanterns, glittering ornaments, and cheerful music. There doesn’t seem to be one particular holiday being celebrated with the general theme being winter and holiday. An amalgamate like this resort simply couldn’t select one thing and had to go for everything (more is always better). The hallways and aisles are packed with streams of guests in ostentatious outfits. One can’t swing a cat without hitting someone*.

*No cats were harmed in the making of this TDM. We love cats.

There are sprigs of mistletoe above many of the hallways and doors. Surprisingly, the mistletoe have no supernatural abilities whatsoever, but guests that spy two people beneath the mistletoe together will point and demand they kiss. It’s tradition. Don’t be a downer during the festive season. Succumb to the peer pressure.

Hallways are also decorated with vases of poinsettia flowers. Nothing is amiss about these flowers during day hours, but during late night hours they will pick themselves up and trade vases with each other.

They are polite flowers and try to change when there are no guests around but don’t always manage to do it discreetly. Wildcards may notice something gold glinting in the roots of the scrambling poinsettias. Wildcards who manage to grab these flowers and comb through their roots can collect a simple gold ring (along with shivers of, iyaaaa, we just met, so bold).

5 GOLD RINGS GAME

▷ The poinsettias are changing vases! Hey, they like to be fashionable too. Wildcards may notice something gold glinting in their roots as they dart across the floor to the next pot.

▷ Poinsettias are quick and clever. They will dodge, hide, and use bystanders as shields to avoid being caught. Once they’re in their new vase they cannot be taken out. They’re very stubborn.

▷ Poinsettias that are startled may give off a spurt of strong aroma. Wildcards that inhale this scent may break out into a rash. The cure is to climax/orgasm, which will get rid of the rash immediately. It may last up to a week otherwise. An embarrassed poinsettia may offer this explanation, apologetic for doing the flower equivalent of farting in your face.

▷ Gold rings can be retrieved from their roots. Taking these rings is harmless to them but they will be a bit bummed since these rings granted them the ability to scurry around. Please be kind and deposit them into a vase so they are not left stranded on the resort floor!

▷ Each ring collected may have either a slight charm or slight curse. A ring will either grant a brief boost to physical ability (charm) or drain physical ability (curse). Rings are single time use and will become plain gold rings after a brief use period. Players are welcome to choose if the rings they collect are charmed or cursed.

Birdbucks is likewise getting into the winter spirit. Despite there being no weather in the resort they are offering seasonal hot drinks! Prices aren’t any cheaper than usual but the quality is better than their standard coffee. They are offering four new delicious new flavors: Buttered Honey Rum Coffee, Peppermint Mocha, Gingerbread Cinnamon Latte, and Rainbow Cookie Cappuccino.

These drinks won’t do anything other than make one wired from all the caffeine, but guests are encouraged to enjoy them around one of the fireplaces set up throughout the main hallways. Many people are snuggling up to the fire while nursing a Birdbucks drink and telling stories. A great way to get to know your fellow guests! Each fireplace is surrounded with festive cushions, beanbags, pillows, and blankets.

"Have you all heard about the Peacock’s annual wish tradition? No? I’m an old-timer around here, let me tell you … see those little jars hanging amongst the lights? You’re supposed to write down your heart’s desire on a piece of paper and stick it into the jar. Then, take a match and light it on fire. They say if you do that you’ll get your desire within the next 12 months. Me? I’m wishing for an older babe, a high rank babe, to become my sugar momma… what, doing it together with someone? Sure. They say that if you do it with someone you’ll have a fated connection forevermore. So don’t do it with someone you don’t like, hah!"

Wildcards will find that that loud guest isn’t lying. Many small glass jars hang alongside the fairy lights and there are multiple tables with paper, pens, and matches.

Guests are scribbling down their desires and stuffing them into the jars, watching with glee as the lit paper crumbles to ash. Couples who put their desires in the same jar are said to have a fated connection forever after so many couples can be found following the tradition. Nothing happens right away ... but who knows? It may prove to be true later.

RED CARDINAL

RED CARDINAL

Those looking to escape from the crowds will find respite in Red Cardinal. Despite being busier than usual, this particular bar remains serene with guests calmly enjoying food and drink. The decorations are minimal with a few red hanging paper lanterns. The proprietress, a handsome woman in her forties, works the bar while watching all guests with an eagle eye. Guests can be loud and out of control in the hallways; they aren’t going to behave that way in her bar.

Due to limited space, all wildcards that come alone looking for a meal will be seated at a two-top table with another wildcard. The menu for the holiday season is preset. All dishes are cooked by the proprietress's own hands, so the aroma has the comforting spice of homemade. She fully expects these wildcards to eat every single morsel. To leave any dish with scraps would offend her.

"Full? What do you mean, full? Look at you. You're so thin! Eat up, don't leave anything behind. Is my food not good enough? What's wrong with it?"

Guests that do not manage to finish the entire holiday spread will be bullied into washing dishes in the kitchen. The amount of dishes to be washed is massive. There is no dishwasher so it must all be done by hand. Wildcards sent to kitchen duty will not be allowed to leave until every dish is scrubbed clean. It's the least they can do after insulting her cooking by leaving food on the plate.

RED CARDINAL’S HOMEMADE HOLIDAY MENU

▷ Shrimp and Leek Dumplings; Vegetable Dumplings
▷ Squid Kebabs with Oyster Sauce
▷ Spicy Crawfish Pot (🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️)
▷ Rice Noodles served with Sour Beans, Peanuts, Bamboo Shoots, and Shallots
▷ Hand-Pulled Noodles, Thin Beef, Boiled Egg served in Fish Broth
▷ Steamed Crab
▷ Carp with Sichuan Pickles
▷ Kung Pao Chicken (🌶️)
▷ Spicy Beef in Hot Oil (🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️)
▷ Shredded Pork with Garlic Sauce (🌶️)
▷ Red Braised Pork
▷ Sweet and Sour Ribs
▷ Mapo Tofu (🌶️🌶️)
▷ Twice-Cooked Pork Slices
▷ Hot and Sour Glass Noodles (🌶️🌶️🌶️)
▷ Fried Eggs with Tomatoes
▷ Roast Duck
▷ Egg Fried Rice
▷ Lotus Root and Rib Soup
▷ Glutinous Rice Balls
▷ Green Dumplings
▷ Steamed Pea Flour Cake
▷ Osmanthus Cake
▷ Mung Bean Cake
▷ Egg-Yolk Puff
▷ Dragon's Beard Candy
▷ Steamed Creamy Custard Buns
▷ Rice Dumplings

Guests that decide to skip the food and set up at the bar will find dozens of sealed wine jars. The proprietress will share that these wines are her personal make that she only offers once a year. She has not labeled the effects of these wines for her own personal amusement. Guests who wish to purchase a jug must select one based on the name written label, without knowing what may have been added into the mix.

Red Cardinal has all the other usual options as well. They carry basic spirits, beer, and other no-fuss drinks. Characters may also order small bar snacks like nuts and chips.

RED CARDINAL’S HOMEMADE WINE

▷ SWEET OSMANTHUS: A sweet wine with notes of apricot and plum. A healthy dollop of the butterflies one feels during first love has been blended in to evoke an even brighter taste on the palate. Drinking Sweet Osmanthus will inspire feelings of love and romance in the drinker.

▷ JAMMY BERRY: A tart wine with notes of blackberry, raspberry, and bayberry. A clever tongue may also taste the unshed tears for those without mourners. Drinking Jammy Berry will compel the drinker to cry. Full on waterworks. You baby.

▷ CHILLED NUT: A mild and nutty wine with notes of chestnut and mint. All that's added to this one is a sprinkle of those bad ideas that always come past 2am. Drinking Chilled Nut will prompt the drinker to confess a secret.

▷ LOTUS TANG: A deep-bodied wine with notes of wood and oak. A cup and a half of blended confidence from "the strongest" men as been liberally whisked in. Drinking Lotus Tang will give the drinker a massive confidence boost and the sense self-importance to match.

All jugs have a high APV. Drink too much and you may end up sleeping on the floor of the bar!

NOTES

PROMPT NOTES

▶ Players can submit five threads where their character collects a gold ring with their application to receive a bonus upon acceptance. Players should include these links beneath their sample with a note that they are for the 5 Gold Ring game.
▶ Players may assume that each poinsettia has two rings in their roots so characters may take one each.
▶ If your character writes down a desire and lights it in a jar please keep in mind what that desire was for the future.
▶ Characters obviously can run away from the proprietress if they don’t finish all their food, but she’ll be on the lookout for you miscreants in the future.
▶ Wines can be mixed and matched to blend effects. RIP to that character.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Fly free.

LOVE DOVE

LOVE DOVE

Love Dove, the resort's largest department store, is running a massive end of the year sale. All items are between 50% - 70% off, which is a massive bargain for those that are tight on chips!

Stepping inside will transport you away from the busy crowds of the main hallways and into several floors of retail magic. Not wanting to be outdone by competitors, Love Dove has pulled out all the stops to impress during the festive season with massive decorations and mannequin set-ups. Large bows and ribbons, boxes done up in shiny paper, trees and candelabras, sparkles sparkles sparkles. There are also several tables set up around the store offering complimentary glasses of wine and chocolate covered strawberries.

Characters will find a section for every kink imaginable in the store. Gaze in wonder upon the wall of strap-ons. Marvel at the wide shade range of the silicone penises. Bask the rainbow of silky lingerie—for both women and men. There are gadgets and gizmos a-plenty, including some design oddities of Love Dove’s own creation that wildcards may never have seen before. The store even has staged areas for guests to try out some of the more elaborate equipment before buying. While it is not encouraged to use anything insertable before buying for hygienic reasons, guests can turn display toys on to test vibration strength and suction power.

Despite being a sex department store, Love Dove also has several departments dedicated to regular clothing and undergarments. Characters will find decent basics like t-shirts, sweatpants, underwear, jackets, jeans, skirts, shoes, and dresses for slashed prices. Don't miss these deals! The sale ends when the winter festivities end.

DRESSING ROOMS

▷ ANONYMOUS FUN: Many of the stalls have strange holes cut into the walls, making it easy to peer into the next room over. However, an astute wildcard may realize that these holes are too big to be peepholes. One may even come to that realization because of an unexpected visitor poking through the hole to say hello.

▷ YOU’D LOOK BETTER IN THIS: The lights in the dressing rooms may flicker on and off during the night. After that blink of darkness, wildcards may find that the clothes they were going to try on have been swapped with something completely different.

▷ FOREBODING: Wildcards may find that their reflection in the mirror is pale and tired. The lips of that reflection will move, a faint flick not noticeable to anyone else around, only to the one looking directly at their own face and knowing they aren't whispering. This reflection will try to warn its original... but will quickly freeze up, unable to get the message out before returning to normal.

At the front of the store there is a temporary section with an elaborate display. Wildcards will find Love Dove promoting masks and feathered costumes. They will hand out fliers inviting all guests the holiday masquerade. Drinks! Food! Dancing! A night that you surely won't forget! New guests simply cannot miss this party. Anyone who is anybody is going to be there.

All those who plan attend the masquerade are required to dress up. In the spirit of the season Love Dove is offering especially good sales on these elaborate costumes. For those with simpler tastes, there are also ballgowns and tuxedos in various prints and colors. The most important article is, of course, the mask.

Staff will encourage wildcards to pay particular attention in choosing a mask that resonates with them.

TRY A NEW FACE

▷ HEARTS: Several of the red masks have been marked by Hearts. The wearer will be able to glean a vague sense of the emotions of those around them.

▷ DIAMONDS: Several of the white masks have been marked by Diamonds. The wearer’s body will become especially sensitive to touch and temperature.

▷ SPADES: Several of the black masks have been marked by Spades. The wearer will experience a heightened desire for intensity or violence.

▷ CLUBS: Several of the purple masks have been marked by Clubs. The wearer will become compelled to act impulsively or recklessly.

Masks with effects may be purchased and worn in any of the masquerade prompts.

LOVE DOVE (AT NIGHT)

LOVE DOVE ... AT NIGHT

For all the joy that comes with celebrating the holidays, the jubilant atmosphere can evoke loneliness in one's heart. There are many different kinds of loneliness. The melencholy of missing someone that's died. Sorrow from being parted from your family. The ache of watching the one you love celebrating with someone else. The mourning of being left behind by a friend. These feelings are fleeting in the resort—luxury and hedonism are great distractions—but where do they go after that?

Right now they're manifesting in the sex toys.

Guests browsing Love Dove during night hours will find that some of the sex toys have been possessed by residual loneliness.

Loneliness is a powerful force and it has granted the toys the power to act on their own. Guests had better watch out—as brainless tools gifted a sense of autonomy, all they know to do is fulfill their function.

SEX TOYS GET LONELY TOO

▷ DILDOS: The dildos will chase after guests to try and fill whatever hole they can. These dildos are indiscriminate and will target any hole, so watch out for these pests trying to jam into one of your nostrils. Dildos will target the nearest character and will change targets if another one is within closer range.

▷ SHIBARI ROPE: The shibari rope has uncoiled itself and is hiding in wait to capture two people together. When it spies an opportunity it will throw itself forward and try to knot two individuals together. It will target a single individual if no one else is close enough to catch with them.

▷ FEATHER TICKLER: The feather ticklers are surprisingly aggressive, chasing after characters to tickle them to tears. Sometimes these ticklers work together to trap characters into a corner and tickle them. A very unlucky character may even run into a flock of ticklers!

▷ LEASH AND COLLAR: The leash and collar set will play dead until someone is close enough. The collar will snap around the neck of the closest individual and the leash will drag them toward someone else to hold.

The sex toys are low level and easy to fight off but please note the you break it you buy it signs posted all over the store. Can you afford to go all out, even with the current deals?

NOTES

PROMPT NOTES

▶ How mask abilities manifest in the wearer is totally up to you. For example, the way a Heart mask wearer senses emotions can vary from character to character. There is no one right way to apply the prompt.
▶ Consequences for breaking the toys are totally up to player discretion. Have fun.
▶ Toys can be quelled in other ways. If your character has the ability, go for it.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. Please feel free to get creative! Listen to your heart, when he’s calling for you.

CASINO FLOOR

CASINO FLOOR

The Phoenix Casino has been transformed into a winter wonderland. Trademark royal blue has been replaced by shades of gold and white with pops of bright red lanterns. Guests in elaborate masks and costumes mesh together and then part, reveling in pretending to be someone else for a little while.

All have dressed to impress, sparing no expense in dripping themselves in precious gems and metals. Some of the guests are treated like gods—these are the royal rank guests and the difference in treatment from the rest of the crowd is palpable. These dazzling celebrities take up much of the spotlight, laughing loudly at card tables and shooing away anyone too low of a rank to breathe their air. They don't bother to hide their identities. Why, when they have the best of everything?

There are several game tables set up where crowds are playing and betting. Wildcards are encouraged to join in on the fun and given some grace from social judgement because they have no official rank yet. Some wildcards may even find guests making eyes at them over the table. After all, who knows if the house has been watching and decided that they’re a favorite? Today’s wildcard can be tomorrow’s new 10 rank.

Wildcards may participate in dice games, card games, and roulette in the main casino. Most other typical casino games have been shelved in favor of the special events in private game rooms.

The buffet is massive and decadent. Dishes like lobster and caviar, cuts of filet mignon, kobe beef with white truffles, oysters chilling on real diamonds, bluefin tuna, matsutake mushrooms, pule cheese, and so on. The dessert table is likewise exorbitant with elvish honey cakes, black watermelon, macarons, petit fours, chocolates, eclairs, tarts, soufflé, and flan all sprinkled in edible gold flakes. Dishes may contain aphrodisiac at player discretion.

The bar isn’t lacking either. The resort has created three specialty cocktails for the masquerade. While regular cocktails and spirits are available, staff will encourage guests to give these limited time drinks a try.

COCKTAIL MENU

▷ GOLD GLAMOUR: Those that drink Gold Glamour will find that they are now able to change their voice. A popular choice among guests that really want to lean into becoming someone else for the night.

▷ DIAMOND DUST: Those that drink Diamond Dust will find their walls slowly lowering. Suddenly, being vulnerable and open to connecting with people doesn't seem so bad. Something to help loosen up your favorite introvert.

▷ RUBY TONGUE: Those that drink Ruby Tongue will not be able to tell a lie for the next hour or so. No matter how hard they try they will only speak honestly. Ruby Tongue won’t let you hide from yourself, even at a masquerade.

Wildcards and long-standing guests aren’t the only ones in attendance. Phantom hands have crashed the party and are phasing through the casino. To be fair, they’re always in the casino. It isn’t crashing if it’s their stomping grounds, right?

The phantom hands are mischievous and in the mood to get into trouble. They will be pinching the waists and asses of guests, tugging on clothes, knocking over glasses, and generally be a nuisance. Their favorite trick is to pin the blame for their crimes on someone else. If they’re not careful, wildcards may be the target or the scapegoat for some of these pranks!

GAME ROOMS

GAME ROOMS

The resort has arranged for four special events during the masquerade. These events take place in private rooms away from the bustle of the main party. There is no advertising about what is in each room and many guests are swept into the momentum. Highly trained staff tending to the door will be quick in prepping wildcards who wander in, giving them little time to realize what exactly they’ve stumbled into before it begins.

VIRGIN AUCTION

In a room draped in red velvets and spotted with plush couches, wildcards will find themselves either snatched up to a wooden stage or given a number. The distinction between the two is simple: staff will judge which characters are virgins and which are not. Virgins are included in the auction and all others are given the opportunity to bid on them.

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome … to the annual Virgin Auction!! Gaze upon these fresh nubile virgins in awe! So clean and so untouched. You won’t want to miss this opportunity to bask in the glow of their freshness!

▷ Virgins will be asked to give an introduction of themselves on stage. Afterward, they can walk the floor and interact with bidders as they please. Virgins are a rare novelty in the resort so NPC guests will fawn over them and offer them gifts like chocolates and flowers. Some may even read crappy love poetry to them.

▷ Bidders may submit their bids via Watch directly to their virgin of choice. If the virgin likes the bid and the guest submitting it they can accept immediately. If not, they can wait for another bid. After 30 minutes, if they have no other bids, they must accept their highest bid.

▷ Virgins need only spend 1 hour of their time on a “date” with the winner of their bid. They do not need to lose their virginity. Virgins will be paid a medium payout for participating in the auction and paid 20% commission from their winning bid.

LOCK & KEY

Gold and red melt together in this cozy game room. Adorned with padlock and ribbon decor, wildcards will only have a moment to admire the space before being snatched away by staff. Some wildcards will simply be given a key and returned to the room. Others will find themselves buckled into a harness or belt of some kind—but this isn’t any belt. It's a chastity belt. A rather uncomfortable one at that.

One hour to find your match, all! Anyone that doesn’t find their match after time has passed will be locked in the pillory and spanked as punishment! Welcome to the Locked Chastity Game!!

▷ Locks are looking for their matching key! Guests must find their match in order to win the game.

▷ Locks and keys that do not manage to find their match by the end of 1 hour will lose the game and have chips deducted from their bank account. They will also be locked into a pillory and spanked.

▷ Chastity belts may be over clothes or under clothes. How intense of a belt a character is wearing is left to player discretion. Some are very raunchy and may require direct contact with intimate areas to access.

▷ Once the game begins the door is closed. Candles that let off a strong aphrodisiac will be lit to add some urgency to the matchmaking. How strongly a character is affected is left to player discretion.

DIRTY DICE

In another large room with small scattered game tables tables, pairs and groups will be given a special set of dice to play with. Two bold guests take the lead and show everyone how to play the game. One guest tosses both dice: one lands on BITE and the other on BREAST. He grabs his game partner and peels down her collar to sink his teeth playfully into her breast. She then takes her turn, the dice commanding another intimate action.

Got it, newbies? This is an easy beginner game. Roll the dice and do what it says. You both take turns, and if neither wimps out and does what the dice say four times in a row, you win a prize. That’s Dirty Dice for you!

DIE A
1: Bite
2: Kiss
3: Caress
4: Grab
5: Lick
6: Sniff

DIE B
1: Lips
2: Breast
3: Mouth
4: Neck
5: Ass
6: Knee

▷ If both players manage to complete four rolls they both will receive a medium payout.

▷ If one player manages to complete four rolls they will receive a small payout alone.

▷ If neither player manages to complete four rolls they get nothing.

▷ We recommend players use RNG during this game for random fun!

MASTER & PET

This particular room notably has several smaller breakout rooms, all decorated in sensual black silks. Every character that steps inside will be guided into drawing a card from a box. The card will either denote Master or Pet. Staff are quick to divide those who have selected master and pet cards and set them up for play.

Welcome, Masters. We have a variety toys and pets for you to choose from. Your wish is our command. Here, you can have whatever you want. You’re in control.

▷ Masters will be given a selection of toys to browse. Players are free to imagine anything in the piles of stock that masters get to choose from.

▷ Pets will be collared and given a metal tag denoting whether the pet is a cat or a dog. This distinction is made based on character personality.

▷ Masters may request a random matchup or examine the available pets and choose the one that catches their eye. Both will then be escorted to a private room to play.

▷ Pets that manage to satisfy their master will receive a medium payout after play.

NOTES

PROMPT NOTES

▶ Players should mod NPCs and dealers as they like. Characters may win big with medium and large payouts when gambling. They can also lose big as well!
▶ Game managers and staff assisting setting up special games should also be freely modded as needed.
▶ Feel free to make up other special games as well! Players, as always, are encouraged to be creative and have fun.

OOC NOTES

OPENING INFO | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

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▶ BLANKET CW: dubcon; nudity; sex toys; aphrodisiacs; alcohol; altered states; gambling; gloryholes; chastity play; bdsm; petplay; very sexy characters doing sexy things

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▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!

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▶ 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.

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▶ Most importantly, we wish you and your loved ones a happy and healthy holiday season!!!!!

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

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mona megistus | genshin impact

[astrolabium]

▮ ARRIVAL (EVENS)

a. (SHAM-ME SHAM-YOU)

[ Honestly, this is ridiculous. And she isn't even sure what part yet.

After having been woken up in a tiny bed with a complete stranger, Mona had realized that, somehow, she had ended up in an exhausting situation. She was fortunate enough to make peace with her bed partner, but reality sunk in after leaving her suite. Everyone here was in an apparent fluster, either hurriedly scurrying about with items stacked in their arms or, like her, being drawn into the strange world this resort had to offer. She had her doubts about these... accommodations.

'Please, get washed up!' said a merry staff member, pointing her in the direction of the communal bath. 'I'm sure you'll feel at home, then!'

And with a resigned sigh, she had followed their suggestion.

Mona's cheeks are already warm as she stands under one of the shower heads, wetting her long, black hair enough that she can wash it. There are a few shampoos lined up along the wall to choose from, and without thinking, she picks up the one labeled Saltmarsh Sparrow. A lovely scent begins to permeant the space around her once she sets to work. It tickles her nose, and soon, the tension that had mounted inside her levels out. She even manages not to startle when a person sidles up to her. ]

Oh, I apologize. Was I in the way? The soaps are right here. There are quite a few...

[ However, due to how much hair she has, that delightful aroma has seemingly tripled in intensity. Uh-oh. ]

b. (OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR)

You—I can hear you, you know! Release us!

[ Mona thinks she sounds particularly childish right now, but it doesn't stop her from pounding her fists on the supply closet door in an attempt to free herself. Her demands go ignored, and all she receives is another faint, mischievous giggle from the other side. How infuriating. ]

...Ugh, [ she huffs, turning away to look at the person standing beside her. The two of them have so little space between them, their legs and limbs brush every time they move. ] It appears we can't escape. I suppose that would be too simple.

[ Mona's cheeks darken, but she is able to steel herself. ]

Well, then. For how long, was it? Seven minutes? Surely, we can do that.

▮ LOVE DOVE

a. (YOU'D LOOK BETTER IN THIS)

This is a terrible joke...

[ No, rather than wearing her favorite leotard and stockings (or that ugly novelty t-shirt), Mona finds herself in what she assumes to be a bikini. Or is it a maid outfit? She honestly isn't sure. But no matter what it is, it's certainly embarrassing. Mona prides herself in her appearance—her original outfit is striking enough—but she has never worn something so decidedly lewd.

Her plump thighs and slender navel are completely exposed, the soft skin there a hue of pink that is reminiscent of a fresh peach. Mona is thankful that her breasts are at least covered adequately, though they are lined with ruffles to draw one's eyes to them. She prays that she is small enough on top to not be worth ogling. But there's a matter more pressing than that... ]

Pardon me, [ she says, hesitantly reaching out towards a passerby. Mona is red to the tips of her ears. ] If possible, can you tell me if my, ah, rear is showing?

[ It definitely is. ]

b. (LEASH AND COLLAR)

[ Clad in such a revealing outfit, Mona had been hesitantly meandering through the resort when she enters a dim-lit room. She had almost expected there to be elicit... activities occurring somewhere inside, but to her surprise, it's void of any guests. Taking that as a sign, Mona ventures in further to see if there is a place where she can rest. Maybe a seat? Or if she's lucky, a sofa. ]

Hm? What's this?

[ But what she spots perturbs her. Conspicuously laying in the center of the room is what looks to be a leash and collar, its shade a deep, dark purple, like something a royal pet would wear. It's as though someone dropped it here and ran off. Strange, but Mona decides to ignore it and step aside—only to be abruptly pulled back. ]

Ah! [ She squeaks, both of her hands flying up to clutch at her neck. To her disbelief, the collar she had been scrutinizing not a minute before has now fastened around her throat. Mona tries to tug it loose, but it doesn't budge at all. If anything, it just secures itself all the tighter. ] Let—go—

[ In front of her, the leash darts up into the air and begins to tug her across the floor towards the door she entered from. Mona struggles, but is ultimately unsuccessful in freeing herself. Soon, she is thrust unceremoniously through the entryway and right into the arms of another guest.

And perhaps satisfied, the leash plants itself in that person's open hand. ]

▮ GAME ROOMS

(VIRGIN AUCTION)

I—I am Mona Megistus, meaning "The Great Astrologist Mona"! If it's d-divination you seek from me, then I ask that you respect my name.

[ Why does her usual introduction sound so meek? Mona is humiliated.

Red in the face, she gives a little bow, her twintails fluttering out around her as she does. But once she is standing up again, Mona awkwardly clears her throat and settles her hands on her hips. A confident pose, isn't it? She values herself plenty—it would be awful if she could only bring in a pathetic bid or two. Therefore, it's best to present as if her heart isn't wildly pounding in her chest.

The crowd in front of her—a mixture of guests and wildcards, she thinks—clap and cheer. This—aspect isn't too bad, admittedly. Positive attention makes her preen. ]

Y-Yes, that's right! This is only something I can do... Your praise is welcome!

[ Now, let's see if her winning Bidder will be a pleasant person. ]

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( hi hello! mona is open to both sexy prompts and general shenanigans! she doesn't have a confirmed age in her canon, but it's likely she is in her early twenties. her kink list is available here. all i ask is that mona's naughty partners be 18+. feel free to hit me up through pm or himejoshi if you have any concerns or questions! ]

love dove a.

[travailler]

[This store isn't so bad. Sure, there's plenty of weird things, but lots of the clothes are fun! Perfectly normal fun. Like the leotard and bunny ears she found and is currently wearing as she hops around like a rabbit. Elphelt's bunny fantasy is cut short as someone--who she hopes did not notice her hopping around--asks for her to lend a hand. Or, more appropriately, an eye.]

Oh, sure.

[Classic girl helping girl stuff. Elphelt looks down. Hmm! She continues to stare--and stare. A hand to her chin, as if she is mulling it over. More staring.

She is taking her time!

But then she snaps her fingers and nods.]

Yup, it sure is! I admire your willingness to show so much.

[Said as though Mona was clearly hoping to show as much rear as possible... ]

amber 🔥 genshin impact

[outride]

i) ARRIVAL: EVENS ➤ GOOD MORNING.

[ The moment that Amber stirs in bed, she can tell that something is amiss. Despite the fact that she's used to roughing it in the outdoors while patrolling the outskirts of the city that she protects at home, she can immediately tell that something is off. There's something ... warm pressed against her. Something alive and breathing. When she looks over, she realises it's another body - and not too long after this realisation sinks in, she is shocked to learn that she is naked. ]

—Whoa! Oh, jeez! Uh-! [ Less than elegantly, she startles herself into rolling off the bed, hitting her head on the floor with a comedic thunk and an "ow." She sits up, grabbing fistfuls of bedding in order to preserve her modesty. ]

W-What's going on?! Why am I naked?!

ii) ARRIVAL: EVENS ➤ BATHROOM MISCHIEF.

[ Once the staff members begin to usher the Wildcards to the communal bathing area, part of Amber wants to refuse the offer in order to figure out more into this super strange place, but she elects to resist for now. It seems that she doesn't have a choice in the matter, anyway.

Beneath the stream of a shower, she is washing herself with the Saltmarsh Sparrow shampoo, blissfully unaware of the effects that it may be having on others. ]

iii) WELCOME ➤ RED CARDINAL.

[ Amber couldn't resist the urge to dive into food and drink at the earliest convenience. This place has been utterly wild, and there's nothing quite like a great meal and wonderful alcohol to improve a person's stay. She's drinking the sweet osmanthus wine while seated with another Wildcard, swirling the glass in her hand as she takes in the aroma. The effects of romance and fondness haven't kicked in yet, but they probably will soon. ]

So, uh ... what do you make of this place?

iiv. CLOSEOUT ➤ LOVE DOVE ... AT NIGHT.

[ Disarmingly innocent, Amber has never even seen sex toys before. There are so many colourful, wiggling and strange contraptions, and the poor woman wouldn't have the slightest clue on how to work any of them.

While distracted by the animated toys funny appearances, she doesn't notice the collar that suddenly snaps around the neck with the leash landing in the hand of the closest person to her. ]

Huh?! [ She squeaks in surprise, reaching down to touch the collar as she attempts to figure out what just happened to her. In the meantime, a pair of rabbit ears sneak onto her head and a fluffy tail fixes just above her backside. Looks like she's someone's pet bunny for the evening! ]

iiv. MASQUERADE ➤ GAMES ROOMS.

[ During the masquerade, Amber finds herself in several of the game scenarios:

The first is the virgin auction, because, surprise! She is a virgin. Going up on stage to introduce herself will show the normally confident and charismatic woman struggling to put on a brave face through the embarrassment. Perhaps the winning bidder can save her and give her a good hour date to compensate for such a humiliating experience.

The next is lock & key! Amber is a lock, looking for her key. When the game starts, she doesn't feel any need to hurry - after all, the aphrodisiac candles haven't set in just yet.

Finally, dirty dice or master & pet - with Amber as the pet. She's been given a pretty red collar with a bone tag, implying that she is a puppy.

But when she isn't playing games, she can be found enjoying a ruby tongue cocktail at the bar, turning around when she feels a phantom hand tugging her clothing, believing it to be the person next to her. ]

Hey! What gives?

( ooc: here's her kink list and her permissions page! feel free to PM me if you have any questions or you'd like to hash something out! ❤️ )

iiv

[travailler]

[The idea of sex toys is weird enough (still leaving her wondering why humans had to invent so many), but the fact they have a mind of their own is as frustrating as it is totally unnecessary. Really! She turns one vibrator on and twenty minutes later, she has finally won the fight to turn it back off.

And just as she does, another toy comes at her, this time a leash! And also, more importantly, there is a girl on the other end! That's more important, really. Dropping the leash only has it flying back into her hand. Huh.]

...Sooo. You want a carrot? [... ... ...] I don't have any. I'm sorry I got you excited. I should have thought before asking.

Din Djarin | Star Wars (The Mandalorian)

[partofmyreligion]

ARRIVAL; EVENS

It isn't just the buzzing at his wrist that Din notices is wrong. It's the air against his face when ther shouldn't be any (he knows he had his helmet on when he went to sleep). It's the silk against bare skin. It's the body against his. Panic sparks through him as he sits up. There's no beskar armor in sight and nothing to cover his face with. There's also no way that he schools his expression into something neutral. He's wide-eyed and lost.

And whoever in his bed gets a good view of it.

"Where are we? And who are you?

ARRIVAL; SHOWER

Din is trying hard to keep to himself, in a corner shower, back facing everyone. He doesn't realize that Saltmarsh Sparrow is anything besides a nice smelling shampoo that he's slathering on his hair. If he starts to feel eyes on him, he gives a suspicious look over his shoulder.

"Is there something wrong?

ARRIVAL; CLOSET

It's not his day, is it? His vows are... irreparably broken wandering around this place with his face bared to everyone. He doesn't have his armor or his weapons. As a Mandalorian, he feels more naked than ever.

Now he's trapped in a closet.

"I'm not kissing," he grounds out. And more forcefully-- "Open the door!"

MAIN LOBBY; FLOWERS

"What do you mean, rash?" And what do you mean he has to get off to get rid of it? His face is, unfortunately, red and itchy on one side after a run in with a particularly paranoid poinsettia apparently. He had no idea it would blast him with this... weird aroma.

Even less that he'd break out from it.

He looks like he might as well have been handed a death sentence.

LOVE DOVE; NIGHT

He just wanted to come when he thought there would be fewer people, grab some clothes. He hadn't expected a sentient collar and leash to grab him. He grunts as he's dragged off, reaching up to pull at the collar.

"Let me go!"

GAME ROOM; MASTER AND PET

"A dog?" HE repeats as he looks at the collar. Him? He doesn't want to do this game. He doesn't want to please his master. It's frustrating, actually, and Din can't help the way it flashes across his face.

"I'm not barking."

Just so they're clear.

ARRIVAL; SHOWER

[justarealist]

"Mando?"

It feels wrong, accusing the guy of being himself when he isn't wearing his so-very-holy armor. Migs doesn't want to violate any weird ancient face laws. But what else is he gonna do, pretend he isn't there?

At least he's toweled off and robed up already, so he won't be scarring Mando with visages of his sexy naked body.

Senku Ishigami | Dr. Stone

[senku]

[OOC: Open to all! I'm not completely settled on Senku's canonpoint, which means I may make him as young as 17. He's going to be fairly blunt about things, but he's not actively looking for sex to start. It should be easy to keep things gen (while possibly discussing dildos) if that age is outside your comfort level.

Also, Senku will generally be walking around wearing the white robe they woke up in with one of the gift basket shirts under it.]

5 Gold Rings Game

[Senku finds himself unable to sleep while there's still so much to explore. He's walking around to get the late-night lay of the land when a flash of red darts in front of him.

That was...a running poinsettia. Not the kind of thing he was expecting to find, but it's caught his interest.

The plant has already disappeared, so he spends some time examining the nearby empty vase it must have vacated, checking for wires or receivers that could give a remote-controlled device a signal. Someone who comes across him now may wonder what he's doing and why he has his head stuck in a pot when the resort offers so many other more interesting activities.

While he's busy with that, another poinsettia makes a break for it. This one is close enough for him to notice the flash of gold in its roots. Maybe that's what makes it work? He's keeping an eye on this one, but it's obvious how agile the device is.

Senku knows his own limitations when it comes to the physical side of things and scans the area for a likely assistant.]

Hey! I need some muscle. Wanna help?

[OOC: Open to playing with the rash, but it's not essential.]

Love Dove

[Senku looks at each toy with clear interest, yet his gaze isn't lascivious. It's more like he's studying the sex aids in front of him. At any given time, he may be checking the weight and balance of a dildo, pushing every button on a sex saddle to check the settings, holding a vibrator up to each ear to compare frequencies, cackling when a feature is particularly ridiculous, and generally poking and prodding in the least horny way possible.

If anyone makes eye contact, he won't look ashamed or shy away. Instead, he'll brandish whatever toy is in his hand at them.]

Can you believe this?

Love Dove...At Night

[Unfortunately, later at night, Love Dove isn't just a feat of engineering. It's also a minefield. Senku's distracted watching some poor fool get attacked by a dildo to the ear when he steps into the lair of the mighty Leash and Collar. A pink glitter collar with Cum Slut written in rhinestones snaps around his neck. It only takes a few seconds of pulling back against the silver chain attached to it to realize it's futile. He's not looking to get a neck sprain, so he follows the tug of the leash to see where it will take him.

He's also talking to the collar and leash, looking only mildly annoyed at being pulled around.]

Settle down. I’m cooperating.

Wildcard

[OOC: Interested in tagging with Senku but these three ideas don't work for you? I'm happy to come up with a different encounter or tag into someone else's top level! Just comment or send a PM.]

5 gold rings

[hira]

[ i just need you to know you made my night i love senku so much.......

artemy is just kind of hanging out here with a plant already kind of on the look out for another vase on his shoulder. this man is literally just letting them climb him? once they realized he wasn't really going for their rings, two of them currently are just using his shoulders to settle in and survey the landscape for the most perfect vases with primo window views. ]

Depends. What do you need?

hazel ✿ original character

[faezel]

i) ARRIVAL: ODDS ➤ FAIRY TRAP.

[ It wouldn't be the first time that Hazel has woken up naked in the woods. But - it's absolutely her first time getting caught in a wooden trap! Of course, as a fairy, there's always the risk of being captured by humans. It's mentioned all of the time in folklore and fae tales. But for it to actually happen for real? It certainly catches her off guard.

Anyone lingering in the area will notice a sparkling green aura emanating from one of the wooden crates with a nude woodland fairy trapped inside. Adult-sized fairy, by the way - she's around 4'8'' with brown equine ears on her head, a wooden textured horn and a unicorn tail curled around her body. ]

Uh...! Hey there! A lil help here?

ii) ARRIVAL: ODDS ➤ IT'S AN ORGY Y'ALL.

[ This woman is no stranger to sex, that's for certain. After all, she's lived for a thousand or something years. When the orgy initiates, she generally doesn't bat an eyelid - although she does giggle and blush while hiding her face when other Wildcards get a little bit too wild nearby. She elects to take a beverage for now, blissfully unaware of the aphrodisiac laced within it. Before long, she can feel the pleasant glow of arousal buzzing throughout her body, and she places her empty glass down while casting an eager glance at the nearest person who tickles her fancy. ]

I don't know about you, but I'm pretty tired of watching now ...

iii) WELCOME ➤ RED CARDINAL.

[ This fairy may be petite, but she can certainly drink! She's throwing back glass after glass of chilled nut flavoured wine which prompts secret-sharing. Eagerly, drunkenly, she leans into the nearest person and giggles: ]

Are you a human? I'm not! Heehee! [ Usually, she tries to hide the fact that she is a fairy ... but not tonight. ]

iiv. CLOSEOUT ➤ LOVE DOVE ... AT NIGHT.

[ While ogling the toys, a collar snaps around Hazel's neck while she isn't looking, causing the leash to land in someone's hand. It's fitting for her to end up in this sort of attire since she's got visible animal parts on show. Brown ears on her head, a white fluffy unicorn tail, and a wooden horn protruding from her forehead. ]

Ah! I swear I didn't mean to...!

iiv. MASQUERADE ➤ GAMES ROOMS.

[ Ooh, games! Hazel can be spotted playing any of the following:

First is lock & key! She's a lock and seeking a key. The candles smell really good ... maybe a little too good.

Secondly, she makes a spin at dirty dice - rolling "lick" and "neck!" The woman giggles as she leans over, applying a broad stroke of her tongue to the other Wildcard's neck. Mlem!

Finally, there is master & pet - with her as the pet. Although she is an equine fairy, it seems that she has a pink collar with a bone tag, turning her into a dog this time around.

When she isn't playing games, she can be found enjoying the food buffet, taking in a steady dose of aphrodisiac in the process. Dabbing her forehead with a tissue, she leans back in her chair and exhales. ]

Whew! Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here? [ It's just her ... it's the aphro. ]

( ooc: hazel is an oc - in short, she's a flower fairy! you can read about her here! here's her kink list and her permissions page! feel free to PM me if you have any questions! )

red cardinal

[hira]

[ he is just here humbly sipping his vodka. he doesn't trust any of these other drinks, but when she leans into his space, he gives her a little side eye. she has clearly had too much to drink, but he's not going to just walk away. especially when this place has shown it expect some odd things of them. ]

Mmm, is that so?

[ he's going to just. be patient, his posture a little withdrawn, but his eyes - a squally gray-blue - fix her with quiet curiosity. ]

Careful now, don't fall out of your seat - come, tell this boring human what you are.

[ she is mad. clearly. ]

kajiyama fuuta | MILGRAM

[pyrolyzed]

[ overflow! original TL here! still accepting tag-ins if anyone is interested, if you'll forgive me for the slightly slower pace! ]

II

[bodyofevidence]

[ A young woman in her 20s watches him sneak the vegetables over curiously. She doesn't say anything until he's finished, but afterwards, she leans in to whisper: ]

Don't take this the wrong way, but like... if you don't eat at least a little veg, you're not gonna get taller.

Jing Yuan | Honkai: Star Rail | ota

[divineforesight]

OOC Notes
Hello!! Jing Yuan is a pan+poly ~1100 years old which makes him an "older man" in his society despite his outward appearance being that of someone in their mid-late 20s. His personality is "mature" like a man around 65. Permissions and Kink List here. 17+ for smut.

Please feel to wildcard prompts. You can also reach me at machinisms or PM this journal

Arrival (Evens)

OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR
optional: Pheromones from Sham-me, Sham-you, if you want to be trapped with someone who smells fuckable

[It's been centuries since Jing Yuan has been away from his duties as the Arbiter-General of the Luofu and in less than a day his experiences have been strange enough he isn't certain he isn't being trolled by an exceptionally powerful Masked Fool. Years of military training has left him feeling tense and on his guard— even his shower consisted of facing outward the whole time so he could keep a careful watch on his surroundings and all those gathered around him.

He'd been immensely grateful when the staff had let him into the utility closet to gather up more supplies. The small act of mercy is enough to lower his guard just a little, and he offers the next person who walks in after him a brighter smile.

Just as he was turning to leave, his hands full of his selection of items, the door snaps shut behind them. For a moment, the old man stands there with resignation; he can already feel the tiredness settling into his bones. He smiles at his companion, trying to bring a little cheer in despite the situation.]

Surely it's not locked.

[Just putting those positive vibes out there. He goes over to try the door, finding the knob unable to turn. 'Kiss, kiss, kiss!' the ghost taunts them, prompting him to pull harder on the door this time.

He turns towards his companion, his eyes looking tired.]

Do you see anything we might be able to unlock the door with? Something hard and flat?

Welcome (Red Cardinal)

Holiday Menu
optional: Aphro, wine

[By the time Jing Yuan has been seated at the Red Cardinal, he's finally settled in somewhat. It helps that the restaurant and many of the dishes strike him with some familiarity. Eating his fill wasn't exactly an issue that the immortal was concerned with either— several dishes make it to his table, which for a Xianzhou native, is a normal portion of food.

To a short-life human, it might look a feast.

He's already started to pick portions of food from the serving dishes onto his plate when a companion is seated with him. He offers them a smile as he ladles in a steaming bowl of lotus root and rib soup.]

Would you like some?

Masquerade | Game Rooms

Dirty Dice

[Those who have had the opportunity to relax with the General in a more casual setting would know he is a big fan of playing games, especially ones that involve the utilization of strategy and logic. Gambling isn't something he often involves himself with— when there's already fanfiction and a blackmarket of photos revolving around him, the commissions remind him often about the consideration of his reputation.

He spends a few moments watching other guests play. It seems simple enough. One thing is clear— he is likely going to have to play by the resort's rules.

Though, maybe a little cheating wouldn't hurt? He could try and toss the dice just so... Jing Yuan steps up next, looking at his partner. He rolls the rice between his fingers, but doesn't roll yet.]

There is only one option on the other dice where 'sniff' doesn't seem comical.

Open this door (because the urge to shove these two in a closet is Powerful)

[skypiercing]

[Dan Heng's arrival had been far less comfortable compared to Jing Yuan's, meaning that after his forest trek, all he has is stolen clothing.

The jumpsuits in the supply closet might be good enough, until he finds clothing of his own. He'd much rather dispose of the evidence of his theft as soon as possible.

Dan Heng is in ill fitted clothes, pants a little too big and a shirt that has half the buttons gone when he heads to the closet, stepping in before realizing who exactly, is in here.]

General? You too?

[The door slams behind him in the next moment.]

lee eunyu / sweet home, ota.

[deboules]

i. finder's keepers.

[ the veritable buffet of clothes and possessions left behind is just begging for someone to take it. it's insulting, in a way, for them to be so free with discarding them like unworthy trash, when eunyu has watched hunger and paranoia and greed devastate people. maybe the itch in her fingers makes her no better than them all (and why should she care, if she's better?) but the showy display of wealth and nudity alleviates any guilt, the moment she starts picking through pockets.

a wristwatch there, a pocketed handful of candies there. she shucks them behind her without a care, letting her disdain be known with a click of her tongue. (something barely heard, over the obnoxious mooing moans of the orgy, tangled up and distracted as they are.) ]

Hey. Find anything good? [ she swings her head in the direction of her partner-in-crime, or just whatever unfortunate bystander has happened upon this fucked-up situation with her. which, for eunyu, is good enough to make them a temporary partner-in-crime, anyway. her head jerks, to the items bunched in your character's hand, and waves some other stranger's abandoned wallet (rip) in their general vicinity. ] Trade me.

[ it notably does not sound like a suggestion so much as a non-negotiable demand. ]

ii. rain rain go away.

[ if she were stupid enough to invest her faith in religion, the first splash of hot water down her back would feel like a baptism. blood circles the drain where it sloughs off her skin in a tableau of dirty gore, a portrait of someone that's gone without for too long. it makes her all the more inclined to hoard; whoever slinks into the compacted shower will find the water has tempered itself into an icy deluge, without much reaction from eunyu. pruning goosebumps rest along her skin, alluding to just how long she's rested under the spray as she is — knees curled up to her chest, dark hair clinging in damp spirals to her skin.

at the first step they take inside, she reaches over for the nearest object; whether it be a harmless bar of soap or a slippery shampoo bottle, she lobs it in their direction without precision to speak of. ]

Wrong turn, pervert. [ a certain amount of weary amusement slips into that sneer, in direct contradiction with the vulnerable position she's taken, eyes suspiciously red beneath the waterfall of the shower spray. ] Get lost.

iii. roll the dice.

[ supposed high stakes games are, as it turns out, funnier when you've lived through actual high stakes. what eunyu enjoys less — what makes her want to break out in hives, at the thought — is relying on anyone to carry her through to victory. the once-over glances she keeps giving her companion can only be described as assessing, bordering on judgemental — and devoid of any shame for trying to decide on her opinion of them, for that matter. (nothing overly positive yet, considering the petulant roll of her eyes and the impatient elbow she nudges knobbily into their ribs.) ]

Come on already. I want to win.

[ she's not risking losing and getting nothing out of this because someone is the first roll. (it's less daunting to consider the requisite intimacy in such framing, than consider the realities of sharing any shred of vulnerability. easier to navigate, when approached less somberly, more like the game it's meant to be. she can manage that much.) with a stranger accordingly, she holds out her hand with an expectant lift of both eyebrows. ]

iv. wildcard.

[ eunyu is 18; i'd prefer anything that goes the smut route to be with other characters 18 and older. i'm open to age gaps with older characters, but aware that's not everyone's cup of tea — i'm happy to roll with both gen cr and less-than-gen cr! her canon is netflix's sweet home which has themes of canon-typical violence and gore; as a warning, eunyu herself is rather abrasive and not exactly pleasant (as a defense mechanism, most of the time). tl;dr jerk with a softer side (tm).

i'm totally fine with cr veering negative or positive accordingly. f/m, f/f, f/nb, cross-canon and cross-medium all welcome. if you'd like a starter for any of the other prompts, feel free to PM me or just drop your own starter here! cool with any twists/liberties you take with the prompts i've written above, too. ]

Finder's Keepers

[gunpowderblue]

[Jinx isn't about to pass up any opportunity for fun or crime, especially given the circumstances. (The circumstances being that she's freshly river-washed after being recently covered in mud and having worn a huge net as a very ugly skirt for a few minutes, but now she has a blue pleated miniskirt and a fuzzy white robe with big pockets, so she is ready. TIME FOR CRIME.)]

Sooooooooo much lube, [Jinx replies, letting a handful of little multi-colored packets of lube spill from her fingers like cheap, kinky jewels. But she doesn't think the girl means the lube handful, she probably wants the glittery vinyl pouch Jinx has in her other hand, some kind of makeup-bag (or possibly a repository of further lube, given how things have been going in the looting project so far).

Holding it out without question, Jinx lets the rest of the lube packets fall so that she can receive the wallet in the other hand. It's not cooperation or friendliness that causes her to make the swap so readily, but overpowering curiosity. Never mind that she had yet to investigate her own item, as soon as Jinx is offered something, she intensely wants to know what it is.

Flipping open the wallet, Jinx finds ... nothing recognizable as cash. Just brightly colored coupons, which say ... ] Redeemable for food or drinks in any of the Golden Peacock's restaurants and bars. Heyyyyy! Sweet. I wonder what kinda food they've got.

Jesse Pinkman | Breaking Bad

[yeahmagnets]

[ original top-level here.

new tag-ins are more than welcome! ]

@bleakdecember

[yeahmagnets]

[ from here ]

[ The smile catches him off-guard a little, feeling himself drawn to it for some inexplicable reason. He's never really looked at another guy like that. Or if he has, he's never really felt anything. Yeah, he's had some experiences with fumbling experimentation like he thinks most people have, but all of that seemed to be a yearning for some physical sensation to distract himself with more than anything else. Maybe that's what this is.

All he knows is that his fingers inadvertently brush against Goro's, sending a shockwave through his body. He nearly drops the bottle, fumbling, but he manages to hold onto it. What the hell was that? He's left dumbfounded for a moment, then narrows his eyes skeptically. ]

Thanks.

[ Whatever's in the air is making him forget entirely that he's having a naked conversation with a stranger. ]

You just get here too?

Julieta Juris | Gundam IBO

[sharpestsword]

[ top level here feel free to tag in. ]

@delicatetouch

[sharpestsword]

[ from here ]

She may be starting to feel something but she's not sure what.

"See that's why I have an advantage in a place like this. I'm already used to whatever nonsense they'll throw at me."

At least she seems to think so.

Basch fon Ronsenburg | FFXII | OTA - new tag ins welcome

[bardische]

[ from here ]

@fallen_cetra

[bardische]

[ from here ]

[ His expression twists to something darker at that order, head jerking to the side. ]

That I cannot promise.

[ The embarrassment redoubles as her finger taps his nose and he realizes she was playing.

It's a relief to have a moment to compose himself, as is the dress she tugs over the harness. He feels less vile for looking at her now, even if his eyes glance to the straps peaking from the fabric or fall on the curve of her ass.

Her question pulls him back, and the array of toys has him flustered anew.

What he doesn't want--is easier. ]

I prefer you not break skin. [ His voice is very quiet, eyes averting from the crops and floggers. Maybe once he could have seen the appeal, but two years beaten in that prison...he nearly shudders. ] Otherwise, I am at your leisure, Lady.

[ Truly, being an object of her pleasure is riveting. So much so that his arousal, mostly contained, threatens to put itself on display once again. ]

One | Drakengard 3

[sheisnumberone]

[Over here.]

for belheir

[sheisnumberone]

[From here!]

"My acceptance, much less desire, of prolonged physical contact is largely irrelevant here. I simply want to get out of this closet as swiftly as possible."

She raises an eyebrow at his secondary suggestion, but tilts her head, considering it.

"I can't say for certain they wouldn't, but I'm not sure how much they actually care for their so-called guests. How serious would a dislocated shoulder be for you?"

libby rhodes / the atlas six

[intellectualize]

arrival (evens).

[ no one would ever accuse libby rhodes of being indulgent, or particularly drawn to vice. why, then, she stirs to the warmth of skin — which she's instinctively nuzzled her way into, like a cat seeking out heat from a sunbeam — is a rare occurrence to be studied for the ages, like haley's comet or lenticular clouds.

it's not a graceful or flattering sight, either; rumpled hair clings to the saliva at the corner of her mouth, swirls around her bedpartner's head as an unwelcome, smothering drape. a lesser irritation, maybe, to the sudden drag of breath into her lungs as if she's frankenstein's creation coming to life. abrupt, sharp, full of life. (caught in her last memory of vanishing in a furious scream, only to be transported — here.)

no other warning precedes her immediate shove, or the kicking flail of her limbs, that ends with her bedpartner left desolate on the floor like dumped trash. good morning, accidental roomie. welcome to your rude awakening. ]

five rings.

[ if there's any task libby is used to overcoming, it's the impossible. the plants aren't exceptionally welcoming of her; libby suspects they can sense the vibrations of her anxiety like tectonic plates shifting, the way callum can detect a fluctuation in mood — or the way reina is too attuned to natural growth. still, it's familiar, in that it feels academic. something to be learned, something to be gained, that isn't associated with ...

well. the more carnal attributes of this place. (magical, indisputably, but — how? manipulation to this level is a phenomenon she'd only witnessed in tristan, in ezra, interdimensional and wondrous —)

somewhere, a plant expels a puff of pollen. libby flinches away from the distracted line of thought, down to the squirmy little plant she has her fingers tucked into, and — back to whoever just got sprayed in the face. ]

Your grip is too tight. [ if libby rhodes ever sounded like a disappointed teacher amid a lecture, the time is now. ] You're startling it into its defense mechanism.

[ hm. more's the point, given her studious interest in the swiftly developing rash taking over this poor stranger's skin — ]

— Is rash the only symptom you're experiencing?

[ fascinating, frankly. ]

snake eyes.

[ landing herself in this game room had been entirely by design, computational, only — boy she must be bad at math. it's not nearly as innocuous as she'd expected, given the shameless exhibition held before them. parisa, she knows, would scoff at libby's wandering nerves if she were here — and libby expects she'd be right to. without the spell of alcohol and a purring voice in her ear, she remains fully shackled by her own insecurity.

she swallows thickly. it's that mocking jeer in her ear that overrides any of her mortification, despite the ripening pink to her cheeks, and collects the dice in the basin of her palm. another set of calculations tells her that, well, it's not so terrible, is it? some of these options are tame.

promptly, she rolls BITE NECK and stares, as though it might move and shift. (it could, with a flick of her power, and no one would be the wiser. a cowardly move.) another swallow bobs her throat. ]

Four consistent rolls are required to win, [ she babbles out, a run-on train of vowels and consonants. yes, libby, everybody knows the rules; they all listened to the same instructions. and here she stands, awkwardly spouting them, anyway. ] I'm not forfeiting, to be clear, but there are 36 different combinations —

[ lordt help whoever needs to shut her up. she's going to keep going otherwise. ]

wildcard option.

( if you see something not listed that you wanna play out, feel free to hit me up and i can write us a personalized starter! libby is 23 and canonically bi, so i'm open to any gender for anything that heads in that direction, as long as characters are 18+. more than fine w/ keeping things gen, too. )

snake eyes.

[saltedcarmel]

[Carmel lets Libby go for a little while, trying to see if she's going somewhere. It doesn't seem like she is, so Carmel cuts her off with:]

My sister has bitten my neck before. [A beat.] For feeding. She's a vampire.

[In other words: please just bite her neck. It can be chill and platonic! Carmel's only doing this for money.]

The Lone Wanderer || Fallout 3

[wasteland_101]

Arrival - Evens

[Sorry, whomever has woken up with her. Angel likes to snuggle sometimes. That is when she's not waking up with a night terror in the middle of the night. It would seem that this was one of the nights where she actually got some decent sleep. The robe covers some of the scars that litter her body. There are claw marks on her shoulder, but they're mostly covered. Her arms seem to have more scars than her legs. Claw marks, knife wounds, bullet wounds, burns, she's got them all.

She's also a light sleeper, so as soon as there's any other movement in the bed, she's sitting up and attempting to reach for a weapon that isn't there. That's when she realizes that this isn't her bed in Megaton and she had gone to sleep alone the night before.]

What the fuck is going on?

[She's not really pissed. She's more confused than anything. She doesn't like her scars being on display like this and her Pip-Boy is missing.]


Sham-Me, Sham-You

[Hot. Water. Angel was going to be in here for a long time. Things like this weren't common in the Wasteland, after all, clean water was a very precious resource. One that was getting easier to obtain, but it still had to be used carefully. Showers weren't something that she did very often.

Several broken combs are in a pile by the wall, well out of the way so that no one stepped on them. Since she didn't get to bathe very often in the wasteland her hair was a bit matted. It was taking a lot to get all the snarls and tangles out of it and well, the combs were cheap and plastic.

Now that she was out of the small room she woke up in, all of her scars were on full display. The biggest and nastiest ones were the claw marks on her back. Three huge scars that spanned from her right shoulder to left hip. Narrow at the ends and widening near the middle of her back. It's amazing she was still alive. She's not sure just how she managed that. Various claw marks, knife wounds, burn scars, and healed bullet holes littered her body. A jagged knife scar ran under her right breast, following along her ribs. Another major set of scars was around her right wrist where she nearly lost her hand. Claw marks again. It would seem that some critters find her a tasty snack.

She finally managed to get her hair cleaned and combed out before she began to scrub at the rest of her. She had no clue that the shampoo was different.]


Red Cardinal

[It felt amazing to actually be clean. She thought she would never get the layer of grime off of her skin or the tangles out of her hair, but she managed it. She didn't care that the track suit she had managed to find was ugly as hell. It was something to cover her. The décor of the lobby caught her attention, making her stare wide eyed for several minutes as she tried to take it all in.

There was nothing like this in the Wasteland. There were some decorations for holidays, but not many and none of them looked nearly as nice as these did. After several minutes she noticed the large crowds in the lobby and other places. She shifted a bit, uneasy around so many people. Sure, there were some large settlements in the Wasteland, but none of them seemed as crowded as this place.

She kept along the edges of the room as best as she could before finding her way to the Red Cardinal. Again, she was overwhelmed by everything. She didn't care that she would be eating with someone that she didn't know. She was willing to try just about everything on the menu. It took a lot of control for her to not ask for one of everything, so she starts with just a couple of the dishes (steamed crab and twice cooked pork slices) and begins to eat.

She does have some manners, but it's apparent that she hasn't eaten a proper meal in quite a while with how quickly the food is disappearing.]


Love Dove - Night

[Angel was glad that she was able to get out of the track suit, finding a simple shirt and pair of tight fitting jeans worked well for her. Like every other place she had been to today, she was in awe of everything. She had never seen things like this before. Well, the rope she kind of recognized. Rope was was universal, but this kind was a bit different than what she was used to.

She made a startled noise as something clamped around her neck and began to pull her in a random direction. She didn't handle collars well and began to pull at it. She had been nearly sold in to slavery a couple of times and that was the first thing that popped into her head as she was pulled away. Eventually she stopped as the leash attached to the collar was plopped into someone's hand, but she wasn't paying much attention. She was too busy trying to get the collar off of her neck.]


Master and Pet

[At least the collar was rather loose this time. Angel still didn't like it, but the little tag was shaped like a bone and simply read 'Dog' on it. She stretched out as she lounged in the room with the rest of the pets.]

At least this is temporary.

[It was too much like slavery, but she had been dumb enough to come in here and draw a card. Her luck wasn't the best this time and she happened to be a pet. The question is, would someone want a mutt like her? She was rough and scarred unlike a lot of the others here.]

Wildcard of Wildcards

[If there's something else you'd rather do, hit me up! I can roll with anything.]

master and pet.

[gokuraku]

( This is absurd. It's obscene.

But Gen can't deny the appeal of it, at least.

With the 'master' card having been drawn, he's looking over available pets and about the room around them as though he's aware of scrutiny.

He comes across Angel, leaning down to read the tag at her throat shortly after she speaks. A dog, huh. )

Temporary? Does this sort of thing feel bad to you?

( He wants an honest answer but says nothing further, looking her over appreciatively. )

shuten-douji | fate

[osake]

( open to all over here, but please be aware of shuten's character content warnings, including cannibalism, blood, overt sexual nature, and bullying. she's a man-eating oni who loves to flirt, fight/bite and drink in the extremes. she can be crude and mild mentions of gore are the norm with her. )

i. hanging net
ARRIVAL, ODDS.

[ typically, shuten likes to dress her bare curves in glittering baubles and accenting robes, her nudity an ornate one, painted with stolen riches from the flourishing capital.

perhaps that's why she still looks fairly natural in the midst of this simulated jungle, a beautiful monster meant to siren away humans who fall under her spell. the foliage, the distant cries of animals and the rushing sound of water all play perfect contrast to her ivory skin, and the crimson red horns sprouting from her head make it seem like she belongs.

small, petite and naked as she is, one should listen to that feeling in the gut, the warning that crawls up the spine as she approaches, fanged and clawed. ]

Help a girl out, won't you? I'm shivering to death over here ... Shall we look for a way out together?—

[ in the end, it isn't the demon who snaps her jaws first. one misstep and something in the distance cracks with a forceful hiss. quicker than a blink, a net of thick rope snatches both parties up into the canopy of trees. shuten squeaks as the stranger's limbs tangle with hers, their skin brushing together. ]

... Mmm. Quite a way to say hello.

ii. glass jars and paper lanterns
WELCOME, MAIN LOBBY.

[ much as shuten loves to explore the newness, she finds herself drawn to the familiarity of a wish-sending ritual, the comfort of a secret, and the glamour of the flames that take it to whatever powers they worship here.

done up in a simple black dress now, shuten slowly etches something on the strip of paper while listening to the explanation.

"they say that if you do it with someone you’ll have a fated connection forevermore. so don’t do it with someone you don’t like, hah!"

a smile, just as languid as her writing, lifts her lips. ]

Oh, some enemies are bound together just the same, though.

iii. homemade wine, sweet osmanthus
WELCOME, RED CARDINAL.

[ it isn't long before the scent of wine pulls her away from all else. all her vouchers are dumped here — she goes for the familiar shochu, vodka, whiskey, a new cocktail or two — but most importantly, the homemade stuff.

one shouldn't drink something one finds in odd places; it's a lesson she's never taken to heart, no matter how many times it incapacitates her, or that it's the reason she'd lost her head a century ago.

sweet osmanthus, even the name is as promising as all the rest that downed her, and she imbibes it happily. it blooms in her, and she allows it to, as it warms her limbs and her ... appetite. the person next to her is suddenly beautiful, suddenly to her taste, and while she'd normally be immune to most brews and poisons, if the drink tells her to indulge, who is she to deny such a notion?

the cut of her hair sways as she leans close, her voice low and sultry like a heavy mist, winding around the shape of her fangs. dangerous, dangerous. this is what love is to an oni: the infatuation of a beast who marks with claws and teeth. ]

Oh, my. Aren't you a lovely little thing ... You look good enough to eat.

iv. lock & key
MASQUERADE, GAME ROOMS.

[ by this point, the thickness of alcoholic perfume is fresher on her person, the rolling cadence of her voice looser, easier. as though the wine had become a part of her very spirit, it renews her outlook: this is a party, she's here to have fun.

and the ones fortunate enough to join her in this particular game room will find her claws wielding a glimmering key. those with a lock might feel her — suddenly there, as though she'd floated on the air to meet her match. it's slow, like an embrace, the way she palms for it, and for the pads exposed, the way she slides the key right in. she whispers. ]

What do you think? Does it feel like a match...?

v. dirty dice
MASQUERADE, GAME ROOMS.

[ after the last one, shuten finds herself slipping from game room to game room, indulging in the playfulness, the easy touches. here, she lounges on a plush velvet couch with her gamemate, the dice sat in a wooden bowl. ]

Just four. Don't run out on me, now ... I'll even let you go first.

[ let's just hope she doesn't roll bite. ]

vi. wildcard

[ pm me, hit me with anything, all's good. ]

iii

[kinnie]

[ he sticks out like a sore thumb. in this world of avarice and hedonism, gilded gold and silver treillage, he resigns himself to reservation and monotonousness. he's refrained from drinking anything, mostly because if his few life experiences have taught him anything, it's to not eat what strangers give you.

but the woman next to him, beautiful as she is, is intoxicated. he bristles initially -- awkwardly shifting in his seat before turning away, bashful. ]

Not on the menu.

[ but despite that, he doesn't swat her away. there's a flicker of concern in his features: ]

...You okay?

Shigaraki Tomura | My Hero Academia

[wincon]

▶ARRIVAL (EVENS)
[ ooc: He has had A Time of it, so CWs for: mentions of possession, loss of bodily autonomy, body horror, and injury (not likely to get super detailed). ]

[ Tomura awakes with a start.

Ah…

The last thing he remembers: being pinned to the sea floor with the pressure of some laser that could've fried his skin off. So extra. Overkill if it had been anyone else, if she hadn't been dealing with him—that damned woman.

Did he fail?

This kind of place is the last he'd expect to greet him if she didn't finish him off. Satin sheets? A bathrobe? A gift basket? Plus, his hands are free. This sure ain't the inside of a prison cell, and it doesn't exactly scream "hospital" either, though he considers that possibility for a moment longer than he should because he feels—

… Fine? Not good, just decent, like he has a full HP bar, and—

He feels like himself. His head and body are quiet for the first time in weeks. No cancerous growth shutting off his consciousness, no internal force trying to bend and break his body to suit itself. It's so peaceful that he suspects he's being duped, lulled into a false sense of security that'll be snatched out from beneath him, but he truly feels nothing and no one else.

Well, inside his brain at least, because there's some oblivious sucker snoozing away blissfully on the bed right beside him. ]

Oi. Hey. Wake up.

[ He'll nudge them with his leg, and if they don't stir he'll treat them to a harder shove with his foot. Might as well get all the information he can before he opens the door and finds out if there's a fully geared-up hero force outside waiting for him. ]

▶MASQUERADE

[ He can't deny the appeal of a good game. The casino is perhaps the least unbearable part of this place that's layered up in luxury and artificiality so thick that he could choke on it. To even make it into this shitty, overdone party he's had to don a white pantsuit (forgoing the dress shirt in favor of a bare chest), and a white mask that covers the upper half of his face. The whole set had been shoved upon him when he'd been seeking regular clothes. How stupid, handing a villain something he doesn't even want and expecting him to pay for it.

But he'd taken them, in the end. They were probably better to have on hand when he doesn't know how long he'll be stuck here, in this gold-stained garbage heap. If it's a game he has to play…

He'll win. Simple as that.

At least the casino has something to offer in terms of excitement. He makes a decent killing at the poker table and fills his belly at the buffet. It's been a long time since he's actually eaten well, and the cuts of steak and lobster are enough to make even him bend a little. The only shame is that there's no one for him to split this with.

He's almost thinking that he's having a suspiciously decent time when meager curiosity pulls him into a crowded room. "It's a game, a game!" declares the usher, shoving a box into his face, and maybe the food's lulled him into being stupid and complacent, because he reaches in and pulls…

MASTER.
When he's handed the leash, he looks his partner—his pet—up and down. Whether they're disappointed or not, it's currently limited to cool, analytical assessment, the kind unbefitting of the activities they're supposed to enact. The leash feels good in his hand it's true, but for all the violent things he's done, he's not that interested in torturing someone, especially not with the items on display. He cocks his head, speaking casually: "Split the payout with me, and I'll let you off easy, how about it?"

PET.
He's barely looked at his card before a quick-fingered staff member slips the collar around his neck. They must be proficient at that sort of thing here, but apparently not enough at getting away. Tomura's arm snaps out, whip-quick, and snags the wrist of the individual responsible for his annoyance. He keeps his pinky raised away from contact, but that grip is really looking like it's starting to hurt.

"I'll give you one chance to take this off," he snarls.

Maybe someone should step in to spare this poor NPC. ]

▶WILDCARD
[ ooc: His canon point is chapter 331 and he's 21. Open to anything/anyone for gen; no under-18 characters for smut. (Kinklist.) ]

Pet

[justarealist]

Hey man, come on, relax.

[Migs is raising his hands, trying to get the situation under control. This guy is obviously not thrilled with the collar situation--understandable, but this hotel is fucking weird and fucking with the employees can't be the best idea.]

Let's just play it cool. We don't know what they can do to us here.

I'm a master, I'll take him. [He informs the spooked staff member.]

Ganondorf ୭ The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

[puremalice]

original top-level here!

auraofstars

[puremalice]

୭

Ming Yi | Heaven Official's Blessing

[tangyuan]

Original top-level here! Feel free to tag in here as well!

⭐️ Levy

[tangyuan]

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[ "Friend?" The idea of drying someone's hair to make friends is so simpleminded it's almost nostalgic. The furrow in his brows grows a fraction deeper, but his eyes don't turn from the line of boxes, as if to affirm every assumption just made. Although his words are polite, the dry and emotionless tone only makes them sound dismissive. ]

No, thank you. Something like that's not hard to manage—

[ CLACK!

The last word is nearly cut along with the hallway light that had been lighting the space a moment earlier. ]

midnight | arknights | ota, 25+ for nsfw prompts please

[unrequite]

ARRIVAL (ODDS)
a. free lunch is never free

What I am saying, love, is that this isn't outside of the scope of what she can do. Purportedly.

[ Who is this weird, edgy looking guy, why is he only clad in some sort of table cloth like a toga, and why in the world did he think getting falldown drunk in a strange new world was a good idea?

Well, same to you, dummy. You are his new friend, he has his arm around you, and he's telling you some wild story about a lady named Nian who is apparently behind all of this. ]

Now, I don't know if she, 'scuse me, watch your drink, love... I don't know if this is her genre, per se, but I do believe, when it comes to sheer, ah, joie du vivré, she is simply unmatched.

b. move over, bub

My darling, I insist you rinse first. No, come now, don't be silly...

[ Midnight gently nudges his new friend under the rapidly cooling spray of water. ]

With the size of me, there won't be enough water for the both of us, anyhow. Let me help you with your hair...

RED CARDINAL
a. lotus tang

I say... This is lovely.

[ Midnight looks into his cup, reviews the aftertaste, and nods. He leans over and begins filling his friend's cup. (Was it already full? Mixed drinks, baybee.) ]

Worthy of my palate. You should try some, darling. It's grand enough to suit your radiance tonight.

[ His new friend may not appreciate this yet, but the wine has not changed his personality at all. ]

GAME ROOM
a. dirty dice; potential cw for blood

I've rolled a one, darling. But, ah...

[ Midnight grins, exposing rather fanged teeth. ]

Won't you do the honors? I don't mind where it is. I'd rather not bite someone I've just met.

b. master & pet; master version

You look a bit lost, my darling. Sit with me.

[ He scoots aside on this absurdly large bed and pats the seat next to him. He tilts his head, peeking at his new friend's tag, then raises a brow. He's not sure if he likes the wording on this tag... It's a bit discriminatory where he's from. ]

I apologize for choosing at random, but I was rather spoiled for choice. Are you all right?

c. master & pet; pet version

[ When this huge guy with a "dog" printed into his tag winks straight into his potential master's eyes, it's with the confidence of a man with more than a proverbial plan. He certainly looks completely content to let others look at him, even turning a little to let them look at the goods, as it were, but with that sort of self-assured arrogance... Honestly, why isn't this guy a cat? ]

WILDCARD

[ please reach out via pm if you have any questions! with the master & pet prompt, i am happy to write new starters for those who would like a different scenario. his kinklist is here. midnight is a vampire, but not a very good one. (canned laughter) ]

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[eaudevamp]

[ While other vampires of his kind would have enjoyed sampling the options displayed, Reign isn't so keen to have picked the Master card. Why has he entered this gameroom in the first place?

Regardless, he turns to leave when his gaze catches sight of something. Is that a flash of fangs? The ears are pointy in contrast to his own, and there's no scent of pheromone from the man. Nonetheless, Reign steps closer. ]

Are you a vampire?

[ Gunmetal blue eyes with slit irises stare from behind a white mask, and depending on Midnight's sense of smell, may be able to detect something subtle emanating from Reign. ]

Chris Yukine | Senki Zesshou Symphogear

[trustheart]

[ Original top level here. New tag-ins welcome!

Chris is 18 and a lesbian, so f/f only with characters 16-18 or in their 20’s for smut, but I'm open to CR with characters who are guys where there's a misunderstanding or they're trying to help her. Keep in mind Chris has a very traumatic past, which I describe on my permissions post. I also have an opt out if you want to avoid her. Also, here's my kinklist.

Don’t like any of these prompts? We can work out a wildcard! Feel free to PM me, send me a message at Tyranno, or hit me up on Discord at tyrannozaurus.

aerith

[trustheart]

Continued from here!

[ Chris's face contorted in self-revulsion as Aerith spoke, and once she finished, she was shaking her head. ]

That's not what I mean! I've...I've had sex several times today...and I hate myself for it! So much for being strong and protecting people! I have no right to turn anyone down, either...

[ She sniffled a bit. ]

I'm disgusting...

Nimah Aurelos | OC

[tiedeye]

[Nimah is very much blind, though they get around just fine with or without mobility aids. they also have exceptional hearing, and so are difficult to sneak up on—but not impossible, especially in loud, crowded areas. ]
I. Arrival | Evens
likely CWs and kinks: none in particular

[slow, steady breathing deepens as wakefulness tugs at their senses. something, immediately is amiss—soft, warm, cosy are not the signs of home. do not panic, instinct says, and so they don't. the familiar weight of their blindfold is missing too, and soft, light nightclothes are replaced with a fluffy robe that tickles at sensitive skin. moreover, there is something on their wrist—watchlike, they suppose.

one—movement. no limbs seem to be missing, which is always a positive. everything seems normal, save for the location and the... ah. their hair shifts and catches as they lift their head, and the source of the warmth becomes immediately, eminently clear. it isn't just a case of heating or the heaviness of the fabric, there is someone else there.]

... I do hope you're awake. [if they focused, they could certainly get a read on their impromptu partner—and if there's no response, there will be the brush of callused fingers over whatever part of the other is nearest.] If you wouldn't mind moving, you're on my hair.

[they don't remember drinking enough anytime recently to warrant this circumstance... but they're also old enough to know that panicking only makes things worse.]

II. Bathroom Mischief | Sham-me, Sham-you
likely CWs and kinks: pheromone-driven sex, hair-washing, body worship

[it's convenient, really. this place may have more accessibility than the entire city they live in, and so it's quite easy to find the signs that lead the way to the bathroom. soap is a no-go—even if Nimah didn't dislike the way it feels going on, they're more interested in a good hair-washing than body washing.

there's always a chance, in the crowded and relatively loud area and with the steam really messing with their equilibrium, that they'll miss the sound of someone nearby and accidentally grasp someone's towel... or ass, though it's more likely that someone will just see this tall, very long-haired man feeling around for something in one of the stalls. it appears to be a bottle of Saltmarsh Sparrow, which sounds innocent enough on paper. something to match their scent? why not?

hell, you may even find them performing the excruciatingly tedious effort of unbraiding their hair, threading the shampoo through it and gently detangling as they go. they're alert enough to hear anyone coming, but won't speak up unless someone actually approaches. it would be rude to assume, after all.]

III. Open This Fucking Door
likely CWs and Kinks: is kissing even a CW?, idk nothing really

[it isn't entering the small room that comes as a surprise, but the altogether too quick slamming of it behind them. the room may be dark, but that's not really an obstacle—the sensation of supplies nearby is obvious, as is... the sense of another person. ah.

Kiss, kiss, kiss for seven minutes! what a childish game, truly. as the voices rise and fall, Nimah takes a soft, slow breath and tilts their head toward the other person here.]

Quite the predicament... if a bit grade school like, don't you think? I don't suppose the door will just open back up easily.

IV. Birdbucks
likely CWs and kinks: none in particular

[by now, Nimah has managed to find a much more comfortable outfit to wear—and can be seen carrying a stick of some kind in hand. its intended purpose is not always clear, as the white-haired man only seems to use it when absolutely necessary, but they do occasionally extend it (carefully, narrowly avoiding any collisions) to get a better gauge of the space they're in. in fact, it's still extended and set against the side of their chair now where they sit before the hearth. a steaming cup of buttered honey rum coffee sits on the table, cooling as Nimah takes the time to just... listen.

people share stories of all kinds, about wishes and traditions, about where they come from and the people they're talking to. it's a recipe for distraction, but for the most part they will tilt their head up should someone approach, offering a lopsided smile. they haven't yet gotten anything to cover their eyes, so don't mind if that gaze seems just slightly off to one side, never quite finding its intended recipient.]

Please, feel free to sit. There's plenty of space.

V. Love Dove | Try a New Face
likely CWs and kinks: none in particular

[now here's a pickle. Nimah can't help but be drawn to the stores in search of new garb, but... well, without being able to see it, they'll just have to rely on someone else's help. they're not picky—a Wildcard might find themselves flagged down with a wave from a wryly smiling gentleman, or they may just overhear the conversation as it happens.]

Forgive me, but it's a bit hard to choose. Ah—not on account of colour, of course; it's just that I can't see what I'm really looking at. [a laugh, the faintest tint of suggestion slipped into the words.] It would be rather... appreciated if I could get some help in choosing and trying something on. The masks, especially.

[they'll be drawn to the most intricate ones, simply because... those are the easiest ones to feel and denote as their own. still, some help would definitely not go amiss.]

VI. Love Dove (Night) | Sex Toys Get Lonely Too
likely CWs and kinks: shibari, collar/leash, master/pet, this one's a bit of a wildcard choice

[Nimah is quite adept at getting around and avoiding people, but y'know? some of these toys are quite crafty, lying perfectly still until the exact moment to strike. it'll be the first time one might see some alarm in the man, as ropes slither and constrict around limbs or a collar snaps itself around their neck. uncertainty, consternation, irritation—all arise on their features as Nimah is dragged, whether to a standstill (with entirely too much hair undoubtedly swishing against the ground, with shibari in mind) or alongside the leash firmly snapping itself into someone's hand.]

Ah—this is... embarrassing. [but they're not in the worst spirits, even still. once the annoyance drains out, there's even a soft sense of offering there.] It seems I'm at your mercy now, ahah. Do treat me kindly, won't you?

[this doesn't actually sound like a requirement.]

VII. Wildcard the Wildcard
[If you'd like something else, feel free to HMU on this journal or on plurk @ audiophilic!! Any casino floor prompts are perfectly liable, though they'll be in a bit of a mood to be somewhere so loud. Virgin auction is possible, even though Nimah is absolutely not; they'll need some help with Dirty Dice but will be up for pretty much any game in the masquerade. You're welcome to just make something up or we can fully plot something out, nbd! Nimah's kinklist and a few quick notes are up in their journal.]

VI

[unrequite]

Oh, darling, I will.

[ Which is such a loaded phrase, even his best attempt at sincerity just makes the damn words even more sketchy. Ah, well. Ask for forgiveness, not permission.

Granted, forgiveness will only be needed if anything happens here; Midnight takes the leash in his right hand, sure, but he touches the stranger under the jaw until he gets him to lift his chin a bit, then sets to trying to undo the buckle. ]

Don't know how much longer I can try to free you before I fall afoul of one of these little fellows myself. Would you follow me if I led you out of the store? Perhaps the Arts stops at the entrance.

Dion Lesage | FFXVI | OTA

[dragoonoflight]

I. Arrival – Odds

A – Caught in the rain

[To say that Dion is miserable at the moment is an understatement. He is walking through the woods, rain falling down on him as he moves, completely naked.

He’d like to say it’s the most humiliating thing that’s happened to him but...well.

It’s pretty high on the list. He’s not exactly a fan of the place right now. He’s looking around for anyone.]

Hello? [He calls.] Might there be anyone around?

[Dion sneezes, despite himself. The only thing truly remarkable is just how ashen and patchy much of his right arm is. Don’t worry about that, it’s not a big deal.]

B – Finally, the Pagoda

[The fact that the party seems emboldened by him and perhaps another Wildcard showing up naked to strip their clothes and start having an orgy has Dion boggling.

He stares for a moment and then gives his head a shake. The building is calling. Unfortunately for him he is not the thieving type. He’ll be entering the fancy lobby completely nude and shivering.

Perhaps someone will take pity on him? Or at least point him to where the store is.]

II. Casino Floor
cw: altered state/forced to tell the truth

[The games are not half as interesting as the buffet at the moment. Dion has dressed up, he’s wearing a white suit with a turquoise vest and tie, and is finally looking a little bit like himself. At least, without the armor.

He’s also piling up his plate and reaching to take food.] Please pardon my reach, pardon my manners.

[He’s really hungry and to top it all off? A Ruby Tongue. Dion Lesage for the time being cannot tell a lie.]

III. Games Room

A – Virgin Auction

[Dion is flustered to be dragged on stage. He sputters.] E-Excuse me! I most certainly am not, not that that is any of your business, sir!

[It does not look like they care. Dion huffs lightly. An introduction? Honestly.]

My name is Dion Lesage and I can assure you there has been a mistake. I am twenty-eight years old and a dragoon commander and I demand you release me from this...auction.

[No such luck. He’s going to be one grumpy player to woo, or perhaps he’ll be willing to take just about any offer to get out of there.]

B – Lock & Key

[It’s more surprise that gets him in this predicament, but Dion finds himself fitted with a very very uncomfortable chastity belt, under his clothes because he was definitely not going to walk around like that.]

I assure you, this is wholly unnecessary-

[A sigh. This game... He will not hesitate to walk up to just about anyone holding a key.]

Might you try your key in my lock? I’m rather uncomfortable. [There should be somewhere they can duck out of sight to get it off, surely?]

C – Curiosity Killed The Cat

[This entire casino has had Dion reeling a little bit from the entire premise being rather risqué and inappropriate, but all the same he can’t help himself but check places out.

When he’s asked to pull a lot and he’s given a cat moniker, he just sighs and gives in. Fine. He can play this game.

Dion is outfitted with a headband with cat ears atop his head. A turquoise collar is secured around his neck with the tag cat, and there’s even a tail. His task is to entice a master, satisfy them and get the payout.

It’s not going to kill him, he supposes.

Anyone approaching will be subjected to a very uncomfortable shift, a blush dusting his cheeks and he raises his hand, making a paw-like motion.] Meow.

[Fighting the hedonistic tendencies of this place isn’t going to get him anywhere so he had better play along.]

IV. Wildcard

[Is there another prompt you want to do with Dion? By all means, go ahead. I can be contacted at Ammeschan for any questions. M/M for smut, OTA for gen.]

Shanks | OPLA | OTA but 25+ for non-castmates if smut

[shanksyourfeels]

I. Arrival - Evens
a. Waking Up
cw: awful/tasteless coping mechanism jokes in regards to his missing arm, nudity
[ It's warm here, but not in a 'the sun is too hot' way. Cozy, like there's another person in his one arm way. Wait. ]

[ Shanks eyes flutter open and he might put a little squeeze in his right arm to test this out, but indeed, there's a person there. They're welcome to grab that arm and toss it off, maybe tell him things, call him names. ]

My apologies. I don't remember last night. [ But he does remember drinking, which would explain why he feels hungover - twice. Pause. He really was hungover, then drank more after, so he is hungover twice. And this is not his hammock. Naked as they are, it's obvious his left arm is mostly gone. He shouldn't have assumed they did something, but naked in someone else's bed? What are the odds something didn't happen? ]

I'll go in a wee bit. [ He rolls over, trying to will his dehydrated body to do as its told, but he can't help himself. He knows it's a terrible joke when he looks over at the other individual stuck in bed with him. ]

Unless you want to give me a hand up. Then I'll go sooner. [ Doesn't matter, he laughs about it, even if he's told that joke multiple times already. Yes, that laughter probably sounds just a tiny bit forced, but he can still be amused. It's not the same without his crew laughing with him, though. ]


b. Open This Fucking Door
[ After his first experience in the closet, Shanks rolls up a towel and leaves it in the doorway. It's not worth it to get stuck in there, and he's just curious to find out what else the closet has to offer. And he might want more pillows. They're soft. He could make a whole pile of them and just sleep in the corner of a room. ]

[ Of course, if one has no idea of why a towel is holding the door open, it's only natural they would remove it to be useful, or might accidentally move it when they enter, or maybe one of the staff removed it, but, inevitably, while Shanks is slipping track pants under the robe he's still wearing (so he can continue wearing it instead of a regular shirt, of course), the door clicks close. He turns, eyes wide for a second, then he gives a tight smile and just waits while the 'kiss, kiss, kiss' chanting comes from the other side. ]

You can try to open the door, but I assure it won't budge unless you do as they say.

We don't have to. [ He stares intently at the poor individual, tone serious. ] Surely, someone will come by and let us out. [ If they prefer giving that a chance, that's fine; Shanks has a backup plan - grab pillows and take a nap. ]


II. Welcome - Main Lobby - Mistletoe
[ Shanks doesn't mind kissing. It's fun, and it leads to other fun things. He does, however, find the others who taunt and push people to kiss once they've found themselves under the plant, well, rude. He has 0 intention of listening to them, dependent on the other person, of course. Mostly, though, he's adapt at avoiding areas with it, having no wish to put someone in that position with him. ]

[ Of course, it's in so many locations, he was bound to step under mistletoe eventually. He frowns at the crowd, then turns to the person he's stuck with. As he's offered in the past, he gives the same advice: ]

We don't have to listen to them. We could just walk past. [ He ends up smiling warmly, though. ] Or, a kiss if you prefer.


II. Welcome - Red Cardinal - Jammy Berry
[ It's not that Shanks never feels sad, it's that it's reserved for sometime in the dark of the night, with the right amount of alcohol, just before he passes out. And maybe crying is something he hasn't done in a while, but he can cry. It's just nothing like this, or so out of nowhere. It's a little too obvious something is off when the waterworks start. ]

[ He rubs his eyes, and sniffs. His shoulders start to quake, and even after a sob he still forces out a smile. ] Something has to be in this drink.

[ BEAT. ] It's not good enough to weep over. [ Yes, now he's laughing and crying at the same time, and trying to counter the effect. No, it's not working. ]


IV. Masquerade - Lock & Key (prefer limit failure to 1)
cw: possible gratitude sex, possible spanking
[ Shanks had long removed his shirt. Trying to move both his shirt and pants out of the way as people tested their keys was, well, it didn't work with just the one hand to do so, and he wanted to make things easier on the key holders. This means, yes, the lack of a left arm is more obvious than he cares for, and he feels exposed, but perhaps most people will be distracted by the row of abs that leads into his pants. He leans back against a wall, thumb of his right hand in a belt loop, ready to slip the waist down when he's approached. ]

[ Of course, some of the chastity belt wearers rushed to get theirs seen to, but Shanks has been so passive about his own and time is winding down, fast. He still lets everyone else find their matches, and gives an air of indifference and calmness in his stance. The risk was always known, and he isn't truly bothered by it. Maybe the risk was always part of it. That slight thrill of this might not work out. Or maybe he just believes that certainly it will work out without rushing it. ]

[ When he's approached, he slips his thumb down to reveal the lock that's fairly low, just above his groin, and gives a crooked smile. He doesn't need the candles for the charm he oozes, but they are not helping him keep his eyes to himself, or the thoughts racing through his mind, or the desire to get unlocked. ]

Care to check?


For Buggy
cw: possible clown sex, possible spanking
[ It is nearly the very last moment, and it's obvious by now who has his key. He had, after all, noted the clown earlier. He had stayed focused on anyone that approached him, but in between, under his lashes, his eyes followed Buggy's movements through the room. ]

[ At this point, though, they both know the truth. Everyone else is free to go, it's just Shanks that's left. ]

[ As Buggy approaches, Shanks does as he did for everyone else and thumbs down the waist of his pants and gives that infernal smile as he tilts his head. ] Pretty sure you have my key. [ Then he raises an eyebrow as though asking, are you going to try, Buggy? without voicing it, of course. It's Buggy's choice, in the end. Probably not the sort of power that should have been left in the clown's hands. ]


IV. Masquerade - Dirty Dice
[ Shanks takes a table, and rolls the dice around in his hand, watching them as he waits for anyone who approaches the table. Anyone who does will be greeted by a charming smile, as he's abandoned the mask. He feels it will just get in the way with this particular game. ]

[ He holds out the dice. ]

Would you like to go first, or shall I?


Wildcard the Wildcard: [OOC: This is all pretty stellar. If you're feeling something not offered, you can make your own starter or drop me a line for planning, especially Master & Pet, or one of the other drink options.]


[ CONTACT & PREFS: Will do brackets, past, present, prose, whichever is most comfortable - I will follow. Feel free to contact me on plurk metaljean, on this journal, or discord: midknightcat to discuss ideas. Willing to do personalized starters. ]

[ SEXUAL ENCOUNTER PREFS: 25+ only for non-canonmaters. Exceptions for canonmates. OTA - I don't see Shanks caring beyond if someone's pretty. No outright non-con, no bathroom stuff, otherwise I can see Shanks allowing for a lot of kink. If you're unsure, just ask and I'll find a way for us to work it in. ]

[ I would offer opt out re: his powers, but those will not be in use here. Very doubtful that is going to come up anytime soon. He doesn't just go around using them. If you want an opt out re: his terrible jokes, I completely understand, they're tasteless, just drop a line. My apologies for his awful coping skills. ]

[theflashyfool]

One-- [He starts curtly, holding up a finger.] I'm only doing this because I'm not losing chips because of you, Red. Two, don't get any stupid ideas.

[What would those stupid ideas be? Who knows. But even the aphrodisiac that's making him feel overly warm and overly sensitive to every touch and bare bit of friction isn't enough to really distract from hurt feelings.]

Now let me see the lock.

[He's, funnily enough, not even thinking about how he's in a powerful position. He's just focused on winning and not losing. Greed is a hell of a thing.]

usopp | opla

[catsup]

1 welcome — main lobby

[ chasing around after sentient flowers all in the hopes of getting an extra buck or two is a very particular kind of shame that most would shy away from, or at the very least execute with some discretion. usopp, on the other hand, possesses an ego almost entirely fictional and thus has very little issue running after the little guys with little more than his quick wit and a desperation to find other means of income. he darts, he dashes, he even throws himself onto the floor like a baseball player sliding into home plate, except the plate it a quivering poinsettia crying out about its virtue.

you find him just as a poinsettia wriggles free from his grasp, leaving him looking mildly confounded. the plant's coy squeals are ringing (lol) in his ears. by the time he notices you approach, he's clutching one of the (cursed) rings in his hand and looks up at you in a daze. ]

...There's a deflowering joke in there, somewhere.

[ and then he falls flat on his face. ]

2 masquerade — casino floor

[ one would think that, by now, usopp would have known better than to indulge in one too many drinks. especially in a place like this, classier and sketchier than he's ever known, and without nami's hefty purse to bear majority of the brunt. honestly, maybe he would have been wiser, were he truly left to his own devices. alas, for we may never know, thanks to the purple sequin mask bearing a single club symbol just beneath his right eye. the mask itself is just a little askew, because four drink usopp is kind of a sloppy mess. ]

So I said to him, I said — "Hey, Bozo!" — Bozo's his actual name, by the way. Yeah. Short for Bozomy. It's regional.

[ it's not an unfamiliar scene. usopp, leaning heavily on his elbows propped up by the casino bar, holds court among other party-goers who may or may not realize they're the audience to his performance. he's fifteen minutes deep into his third story of the evening, and his words haven't even begun to slur yet. ]

I said, "Hey, Bozo! The time for your reign is over! This village is under my protection now!" [ he spares a moment to let the gravitas of his heroic speech sink in, the corners of his lips curling in self-satisfaction. ] I know what you're thinking — a smart man would give up, go home. But, you don't spend a lifetime going by "Bozo" if you're a smart man. [ he sighs, heavy and resigned. ] So, you know. I had to do it to 'em.

3 game rooms — dirty dice

[ games, he'd said, like an absolute idiot, i love games! someone pointed in a direction, and he'd followed, because six drink usopp is kind of a stupid mess. smashcut to ten minutes later, and he's seated at a small circular table across another unwitting (?) player, wondering what he might have done in a past life to deserve such rotten luck. kicked a kitten, probably.

he stares at thrown dice before him, brow furrowing deeper and deeper as the words sniff and ass continue to stare up at him. eventually he looks up to address his game partner, expression grim. ]

...Let's call that a practice throw.

? et cetera

( feel free to toss a wildcard at me for anything i missed! happy to write a starter. 18+ for 🌶️ )

sniff booty

[gripping]

( play the game, zoro. it'll be easy, zoro. who doesn't want an easy win, zoro? the words jangle around in his mind as he stares in ( internal, because he'd never show the emotion on his face) horror at the dice. those words rolling around in there sound suspiciously like usopp.

maybe this is zoro's fault. a little. but, only because he chose to let usopp talk him into something that has bad idea written all over it.

there are plenty of things zoro can and will do in his life — including murder — but letting someone sniff his ass is where he draws the line.

apparently.

he frowns, picks up his glass and the whiskey burns all the way down to his stomach. every single part of him just wants to get up and walk the hell out and pretend he never even saw usopp tonight. the glass is set down suspiciously carefully and he fixes a hard stare on the other man, )

Roll it again.

embry moore — new camelot trilogy

[hymen]

( top level. )

— LIBBY.

[hymen]

( cont. )

[ no need for improvement. jesus christ, that couldn't be further from the truth. there is no part of him that doesn't need improvement, except maybe his skill with his tongue, but everything else? even now, the vicious voices that circle the hollow space in his chest tell him that he should leave this girl alone. that he should spare her from his insufferable bullshit. he has no business giving his emotions to anyone else — and he doesn't make a habit of doing so, because who would want a bunch of tattered, fucked up pieces of garbage? his stepsister is right, reptilian as she is; he is the most selfish person alive.

the thought of immediate feedback frightens him. what if libby tells him he needs to go drown himself in the tub? she'd probably be right, and he might actually try it, and then libby would be on the news. it wouldn't be new for him, but he, uncharacteristically, does not want to leave a path of destruction that includes libby in his wake.

what is he even thinking? this is supposed to be about sex. immediate feedback when it comes to sex can only be positive. it's the only thing he consistently excels at. ]

Guided critique happens to be my favorite phrase. [ he smiles now, lifting his chin slightly when she knots his tie as if to give her room. permission. ] It sounds better than feedback. Like it's more of a melded effort. Can you pretend to lose your shoe?

[ the critiquing of his own bad ideas can start now, as he fakes a stumble and deftly slides his polished fendi dress shoe beneath her heel, wedging it off her foot and kicking it toward an overly large plant. with an exaggerated curse, he links their hands and moves toward the edge of the room, pulling her against the wall before he drops to his knees and fetches her shoe, crouching down before her. ]

I'll put it back for you. [ he lifts the skirt of her dress and disappears beneath it, his warm hands ghosting up her legs, the rough stubble at his jaw pressing to the soft skin of her thigh. as his mouth kisses at a respectfully languid pace, he waits for the possible critique of being kneed in the face — or being encouraged to continue. ]