TDM 011

[goldmods]

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

We are thrilled to announce that the Golden Peacock will be embracing autumn with a special outing. Current and new guests are invited to join us for a refreshing outdoor experience where participants can unplug, unwind, and connect with nature. During this time, all Watches will be disabled to the most basic functions (texting, calls, checking chip account) in order to encourage guests to disconnect.

Please look forward to two weeks of finding yourself amongst the trees. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a fan-CAMP-stic time. 】

CAMPING

GETTING OFF THE GRID

As the resort moves into what it claims is autumn, the days grow shorter. The projected sun in the Vale sets in the afternoon, after which a faint chill falls. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – a portion of the Vale has transformed into a campground complete with a scenic lake, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with flannel jackets and suspenders. Folksy banjo fills the air without any discernible source.

A section of the campgrounds have been reserved for tents. These tents vary in size, shape, and supplies. All tents, regardless of quality, are supplied with sex toys and lube. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — pretending to live in the wilderness and 'rough it' for a while is thrilling. This is what the peasants feel like all the time!

NOT ALL TENTS ARE EQUAL

► High-rank guests are allocated spacious and luxurious tents. These elaborate mini-homes come with TVs, beds, heaters, and plenty of supplies. Provided camping gear is high quality, ranging from state of the art flashlights to designer backpacks. It can't quite be considered roughing it in these tents, but glamping is camping too!

► Mid-rank guests are allocated moderate tents that comfortably fit up to three guests. These tents come with cots or sleeping bags, as well as standard camping gear to make their time living off the land fairly comfortable. While these tents lack the bells and whistles of the high-rank accommodations, they are more than enough for a comfortable but realistic camping experience.

► Low-rank guests are allocated the shabbiest tents. These sagging accommodations can shield one guest comfortably, but that doesn't stop staff from pairing low-ranking guests together in order to save space. Their 'sleeping bags' are a single blanket and hay bale pillow. There are no other included amenities aside from sex toys and a single lantern.

► Last but certainly not least: our Wildcards! All Wildcards have been randomly assigned. Whether they end up in a glamping tent or sleeping beneath a propped up sheet is left to chance. Wildcards also may find themselves waking up beside a current guest or another new arrival.

► Guests that "go camping" will discover that the door connecting the Vale to the rest of the resort has mysteriously vanished. Uh oh! Looks like there's no going back to the comfortable life anytime soon. Don't worry, the door will return when it's time to pack up and head home.

LET'S GET CRAFTY

► New characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are flannel gingham to embrace camping and autumn aesthetic. Some of these robes are much shorter than others; watch out that the lake breeze doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

► Unlike the standard, there are no racks of clothes waiting for new arrivals outside of their tents. You're roughing it out in the woods, remember? Instead of clothing, Wildcards will find an assortment of raw materials to make clothes.

Fabric rolls, hemp, buckets of leaves, leather, and other assorted goods are waiting to be cobbled into something new. The staff have been kind enough to leave some small hunting knives and wooden needles to make crafting a bit easier. Of course, they won't stop anyone that wants to embrace the wild side and strut around naked.

HOME ON THE RANGE

Welcome to the Peacock Campgrounds! Nicknamed the Stomping Grounds by long-standing guests. Rustic and right off a sparkling lake, guests will find everything they need to live in the wilderness. Staff have expertly set up fire pits, benches, hammocks, and a wooden shed to act as a tool depository. There's even an outhouse, which is a real novelty to many of the long-standing guests. Do they just... squat over that hole and do their business? How wild!

Unlike previous resort-sponsored excursions, guests are expected to manage without the help of staff. That pile of wood won't be replenished once used; guests will have to go chop down trees and split their own. Food won't magically appear in their tents regardless of rank. Camping is all about living off the land. Though staff make themselves scarce to make the experience feel real, they lurk in the shadows, discreetly providing necessary tools and fixing broken equipment so guests won't struggle too much. It isn't fun if it's real hardship, after all!

DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO COOK?

► On the first camp morning, guests will find barrels of ingredients and cooking utensils left beside the central fire pit. These barrels are stocked with fruits and vegetables that won't spoil quickly, many of which are seasonal to autumn. They have also been left a few protein options like eggs, jerky, and canned ham. These ingredients are communal and limited. Once they run out, guests will have to hunt and gather in the Vale to collect more.

► Guests must prepare their own meals while camping. Not even the high-ranks are given any special treatment on this! While oil and firestarter are included in the initial supply, these too are limited and won't be replenished after use.

► Staff would never let their precious guests go without a sweet treat. A generous supply of hot cocoa and all the fixings for s'mores has been left behind as well. While none of the other food will be replenished, the hot cocoa and s'mores goodies seemingly never run out. A night around a campfire without roasting marshmallows or sipping cocoa would be too cruel to subject guests to.

SUPPLIES RUNNING LOW

► Guests will have to hunt and gather once ingredients dwindle if they want to eat. The wooden shed is home to a selection of tools that can be used to hunt: bows and arrows, hatchets, axes, fishing poles and line, etc. All tools are rudimentary and can break if not taken care of.

► The Vale is lush with wild fruits and vegetables. However, much like in reality, not all vegetation in the Vale is safe to eat. While some berries and mushrooms are consumable, others are toxic or psychedelics. One must also not forget that they're in the Golden Peacock: some unusual plants that grow in the vale may trigger arousal. Watch out that you don't eat something funky by accident!

► Before 'leaving', staff will explain that guests can fish or hunt small game running throughout the Vale. One particularly enthusiastic staff member will suggest guests track down the snoggleboffs, as they're extremely delicious after roasting on an open fire.

ACTIVITIES

TWO WEEKS OF ROUGHING IT

Camping can't be all about survival. Where's the fun in that? Before 'leaving', the staff arrange activities and events for guests to enjoy. A wooden bulletin board outlines times for group hikes, camping experiences, and wilderness delights. Adirondack chairs line the edge of the lake and a few tire swings hang over the water, tied to strong tree branches. For the first week and a half the weather is pleasant and sunny. Perfect for camping.

At night, acoustic guitars and other wooden instruments come out so that guests can make music around the bonfire. Projected stars dapple the night sky, forming various constellations sourced from guest worlds. The moon enters a different phase each night, shining a gentle silver across the campgrounds. Why not pull your sweetheart in and cuddle beneath the night sky? It's so romantic.

IN CAMP

► Guests that don't want a cold shower should make their way over to the shower stalls quickly. These outdoor showers hold very little hot water and run cold after about five minutes. First-come first-serve!

► A wood-chopping competition begins around lunchtime. There are two goals: to split as much wood as possible and looking sexy while doing it. Guests that chop wood unsexily immediately fail! Alternatively, sexiness with a pathetic number of chunks is more acceptable, but still a loss. Those that achieve both goals will instantly win a large payout. Failing to sexily cut wood won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow!

► Bear hunting is a popular activity that even the spoiled long-standing guests are getting in on! No, not hunting real bears. That would be insane. Peacock's version of bear hunting involves hunting down bear-like guests and capturing them! Any guest that fits the criteria of big, thick, and strong may potentially be assigned the role of bear. Hunters who manage to tie up, handcuff, net, or otherwise 'capture' a 'bear' will instantly receive a large payout.

THE LAKE

► This sparkling lake is rich with fish. Enjoy sitting back on the long pier with a fishing rod or take one of the wooden boats out for a row around the lake. It's also safe to swim in, for guests that would like to take a dip and rinse off the sweat of camp living! Don't mind the random swim trunks or drink umbrellas that pop up now and then. This water is definitely fresh and not recycled from the summer beach extravaganza.

► Guests that do decide to take a dip may encounter a familiar friend. Fernando the tentacle monster is camping too! This randy tentacle monster is as horny as ever, eager to embrace guests and stick slippery tentacles into any reachable orifice.

► Once the sun goes down, many of the long-standing guests strip off their shoddily crafted clothes and sprint into the water for skinny dipping by moonlight! What's a camping excursion without a lake-side orgy? The best way to drown out those erotic moans from the lake is to head to the central fire pit and join in on some campfire songs.

OUTSIDE CAMP

► Those that head out of camp for a hike or hunt can enjoy any of the Vale's usual wonders. With autumn, shiny apples dangle from the trees and pumpkins pepper beneath their protruding roots. Along with autumnal fruits and vegetables, canned beef and ham have been mysteriously left in pockets close to the campgrounds. A little act of kindness from the staff; not everyone is cut out to hunt their own game!

► For those interested in hunting down some fresh game, walking around the forest in the morning may come with a stroke of luck. Strange little creatures the size of an adult's fist are active during this time. These hairy beasts come in brown and white, and screech, "Scrun scrun screeee!" when agitated.

Yes, these are the alleged snoggleboffs! Don't feel bad about hunting them, they're an invasive species that are unfriendly and eager to steal from unsuspecting guests. Their main strength is their speed, but once caught, they don't put up much of a fight.

► Guests that explore deep into the Vale may find a dark cave mouth that leads downward into a damp chamber. The ceiling glitters with stalactites and, along the wall, they'll find a horizontal crease with what seems to be... hair? If touched, this crease will creak open, revealing a large eye that darts back and forth before focusing on whoever woke it. Black pupils and iris bleed into one endless abyss.

Those that gaze directly into the eye will freeze. Their mind will remain active while their body locks in place, not unlike sleep paralysis. This trance will break once the eye blinks, which it will do after some time... but it can also be forced into blinking by force if there's someone who hasn't made eye-contact around to help. Frozen guests will be overwhelmed with the fear of abandonment for the duration of their paralysis. This fear will fade after the connection is broken, as if it wasn't their fear at all.

Like a regular eye, dirt or debris can force a blink. If this route is taken, the eye will go bloodshot and shut, refusing to open again. Any guest that inflicts damage to the eye may find that their suite, upon return, has been trashed. As if someone or something threw a big tantrum in there while they were gone. Wonder why that happened...?

HOWLING

CALL OF THE WILD

Temperatures drop drastically at night as the camping excursion nears its end. Nights become so chilly that morning dew frosts over, crunching beneath guest feet. Every day the light and its warmth set a little bit earlier. Staff remain elusive and do not provide warmer blankets or clothes for guests, leaving them to cuddle for warmth or find other ways to sleep comfortably during nightly cold snaps.

The moon hits its apex on the final night of camping. Unlike the other nights, this full moon shines blood red. The Vale stills under this ominous sign, silent. Snowflakes begins to fall, spreading an endless clean sheet across the campgrounds. That reflected pink hue is inescapable.

THE WEATHER TURNS

► Along with chilly nights, the last few days of camping feature inclement weather conditions. Clouds overtake the sun and rain falls, alternating between light mist and heavy downpour.

► Winds pick up, with speeds threatening to whip away the less stable tents. Guests that don't hunker down and add additional support to their tents may end up chasing them into the storm. Other loose items around the campgrounds may end up blown away as well.

BLOOD MOON

► Wild instinct rises with the blood moon. As crimson moonlight beckons, some guests may begin to feel ... strange. As if they need to claw their true selves free. Those that answer the call to bathe in the light of the blood moon will undergo a transformation.

► Basking in the light of the blood moon triggers a were-transformation. While the standard were that the blood moon inspires is the classic werewolf, guests may transform into any kind of were. Along with hybrid transformation, the blood moon stirs mating and sex impulses in these new weres. Remaining humans are at risk of being eaten... in the sexy way.

► Transformation into a were is not mandatory. Other guests may step into the blood moon's light and not experience any kind of transformation or impulse. These guests are now actors in a sexy horror scene, given the task of surviving the night surrounded by monsters! At least they're sexy monsters? Giving in and fucking on the wild side may be more fun.

PACKING UP

► After the crazy weather and horny werewolves, the staff judge that it's high time to wrap this excursion up. Guests will once again openly see these diligent workers the morning after the blood moon. They come flooding into the site with clothing, snacks, and other comforts while praising everyone for surviving for so long without the resort's usual luxuries.

► A first aid tent and cleaning station are swiftly erected. All guests that volunteer to treat injuries sustained over the course of the camping experience or help clean up the site will be compensated with a large payout.

► Every guest that participated in the camping event, regardless of whether they help wrap things up, will be issued a spa voucher. Go relax, you've earned some pampering after all of that hard living!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: altered states; eyes (descriptions only, incl. eye injury); exhibitionism; hunting (incl. hunting fantasy creatures); orgies; public sex; survival; temperature play; tentacles; transformation; violence

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

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's September event. Camping will ICly begin September 15th and end October 3rd.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

▶ 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!

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Akira Takahashi | A Terrified Teacher at Ghoul School (Yohaji) | New Player

[hundredeyesoni]

[1] - Getting Off The Grid

[Waking up in different clothes than he'd slept in isn't exactly unusual for Akira, when everyone always seems to want him ready while it's still morning. But waking up more or less outdoors... Well. That's a little bit new.

Once a quick glance around the inside of the makeshift tent reveals he's not alone, though, and he notices the nearby toys...

Huh. Is that what's going on?

He sits up, his new black and purple robe falling off his shoulders as if sized for someone else. Tired as he might still look and sound, he can at least put on some amount of fake charm.]

I'd never forget one of my dear [patients?-- wait, no] lovers, so I know we haven't done anything just yet. Did you join me in here to change that?


[2] - Supplies Running Low

(2a)
[When harvesting plants, it's obviously the ones with toxins that are the most important to bring back. After all, who knows what kinds of discoveries might be made once there's a chance to properly study them?

Fortunately, that doesn't have to mean waiting for access to a lab, as shortly after returning to the campsite Akira simply offers some of the fruit he's found to anyone nearby!]

I'm not sure what this one is just yet. Hey, try it and let me know how you feel after!


(2b) (implied hunting, gore, etc)
[Later on, those seeking real food might be lucky enough to encounter Akira sat at a bench with a collection of those odd fluffy creatures they'd been told of earlier-- happily looking over the one he has in hand while it squeaks in a rather pitiful protest.

And it seems it's scared with good reason, as the rest are already.. cleaned and prepared, apart from the fur? Yeah, that's probably it. That's what it looks like, anyway!

But if he sees anyone paying his catch any notice,]

Ah, sorryyy. I grabbed more than I needed since there were so many. It's been fun, having something new to study.

Did you want the ones I'm finished with? I hear they taste pretty good, so if you'll cook one for me, too, you can have them!


[3] - Blood Moon

[Had he been here for longer, maybe he'd theorize it's because he's already inhuman that whatever's happening alongside this artificial moonlight doesn't affect him. But for all he knows of this place so far, it's not impossible that some fellow guests had been like this for a while now, either, with the display overhead simply providing an accurate calendar.

Whatever the case, there's a lot of these transformations going on, and he can't help getting excited seeing so many foreign species at once!

If any happen to approach, he'll quickly greet them first--]

How interesting! So does this happen to you on every full moon, or is this one special? Maybe it's your first time? Hey, tell me more about yourself!

[It seems he's really not taking the threat seriously, here...]


[4] - Packing Up

(4a)
[The moment he notices that the first aid tent's been set up, Akira's there as though it was made just for him. But one of the most devastating parts of playing the role of a human is just what it means to have to act his apparent age around them. No matter how badly he'd love to just take over, he has to at least try to play down his experience if he wants to fit in.

So while he's still as cheerful as ever, there's something of a feigned.. uncertainty? No, maybe even submissiveness? to Akira's demeanor as he approaches anyone injured who hadn't transformed.]

Are you alright!?

I have some basic training, so I could take a look if you'd like! Let's at least get you cleaned up, if nothing else...


(4b)
[With any potential patients who had transformed, though, it's a different story, as he approaches with.. wait, how did he manage to bring one of the axes over here unnoticed?]

I hear transformations like that can be quite the shock, the first time around. Can I just take a quick look inside for any permanent changes? I don't have my usual equipment here, but don't worry, I'll still get you fixed riiight up as soon as we're done!


[5] - Wildcard

[Want something else? Akira's usually drawn to wherever anything's happening, so he's pretty easy to run into. He's a youkai for those who can sense spirit energy and such, and can also recognize others' species in return, so will act a bit differently around humans vs non humans!

Permissions and kink list can be found over here, but from an IC standpoint Akira doesn't have any limits beyond noncon and killing. He's around 140-150, but still in his early 20s by human standards and fine with partners of any age.

Feel free to tag in with whatever scenario you'd like, or reach me via PM or numeiru for a custom starter!]

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[paperpusher]

[Natori has a lot of experience sleeping in strange places-- a pile of exorcist books in the family storehouse, say-- and this hotel is certainly adding to them. The dinkiest tent in the universe is up there on least favorite ways to wake up, especially when he has to share the minimal space with what is clearly a youkai and also have hay stuck in his hair.]

Haha, are you new, or is that just the line you use every time? [he asks, his own fake charm with a clear undercurrent of distaste. Natori is human, but with the undeniable smell of purification hidden underneath the movie star good looks. Or rather, he's human, but there's something crawling around on his body, currently underneath his own suspiciously high-quality flannel robe, that isn't. He sits up as well, clocks the total lack of anything useful in the tent, and gathers the pitiful blanket up around his shoulders. Might as well get cozy.]

mona megistus | genshin impact | 9♦ | current player

[astrolabium]

✧ supplies running low
( gen or nsfw; your choice. )

I'll have you know that I'm familiar with this sort of thing.

[ mona speaks from where she is crouched by the long, spindly lower branches of a tree, peering down at some assorted mushrooms by her feet. there are a few different types—tan ones with thick stalks and bulbous hats, those that are plump and brown with darker hued heads, and an innocently tall white one with a wide top and speckles. thankfully, they're all rather large, so plucking a clump would make for a satisfying meal. mona already hoarded a few seasonings prior to the shortage. sautéed mushrooms aren't too bad.

but! picking them all willy-nilly isn't in the cards. she doubts that there will be a deadly mushroom here—though, not with full certainty given prior incidents in the resort—but the chance of one having interesting effects is likely.

it's a gamble, essentially.

will the type of mushroom mona selects be edible and tasty, or will it result in golden peacock-typical arousal? or even beyond that, hallucinations? her predictions are performed with one hundred percent accuracy, but this is entirely up to chance. perhaps fate is having a giggle right now. ]

Mushrooms aren't to be underestimated. They can be rather delicious when prepared right.

[ just how much experience does mona have with this? ]

✧ the weather turns
( gen or nsfw; your choice. )

[ despite having been taught miracles do not exist, mona does believe one occurred here. her evidence for this is simple: she'd upgraded in rank just in time to rough it out in the woods, supplied a luxury tent that is large and durable enough to withstand the frigid temperature and unruly winds. sure, she might've still had a decent tent as an eight, but a nine has given her plenty of room. mona can only imagine what the tents are like for those ranked higher still.

and she isn't heartless, either. knowing that those beneath her and new arrivals could potentially end up in a bad spot, mona oh, so graciously offered them a spot beside her. just ignore the little treasure chest of sex toys in the corner. they came with the lodging. ]

It's still a bit chilly, isn't it? [ mona muses, pulling her blanket more tightly around herself. ] How are you faring? Should I prepare some hot cocoa?

[ food and supplies may be scarce, but it seems they've been provided plenty of cocoa and ingredients for s'mores. ]

And come closer; it's best we stay together.

✧ blood moon
( nsfw. )

[ she should've known better than to wander out of her tent during the night. the sky, projection or not, had just been so lovely; as an astrologist, isn't it in her nature to observe it?

bathed in beautiful moonlight filtering down through the trees, mona had been a bit too distracted by the view to notice the impending danger. and then it abruptly foisted itself upon her—peculiar sensation and sudden heat. gasping now, she's currently huddled on the forest floor and clutching her arms. two long, fluffy ears resembling that of a rabbit's have taken the place of her humans ones, and if someone were to tug down her pajama bottoms, they'd see a puffy and cute little tail rapidly fwipping to-and-fro.

mona herself isn't focused on the transformation. she feels too warm, almost overcome with the urge to shed her clothing in an effort to relieve the burning. she's trembling by the time she notices that she isn't alone. ]

Hah, stay back. I—I don't know if I can control myself like this.

[ their scent causes a flicker of heat in her groin, and she nearly whines. ]

✧ wildcard & notes

( information + permissions | kink list | clairvoyance opt-in/out. if another prompt interests you, feel free to lay it on me! i'll roll with it. mona has an ic pref of 18+ but as a player i am down for 17+; no worries. m/f and f/f are both equally loved. please let me know if you have any questions! )

The Weather Turns

[ariverrunsthruit]

[ooc: I'm open for NSFW, but happy to play it out how ever it goes.]

[River no longer thinks he's dreaming. Now he's sure he's in some sort of coma. The weather must have changed and the hospital hasn't given him another blanket because it's suddenly cold and the robe and shoddy clothes he managed to make are doing nothing against the bite of the wind. It's not like he's from a warm climate or anything, but he would love some warmer clothes and to be inside properly.

So, when he's offered a nicer tent to stay in, he's will to go, no questions asked. He's been here long enough that the sex toys don't faze him, they were in his own tent when he awoke here after all, but that doesn't mean he doesn't notice them at all.]

It is, yes. I have to thank you again for your offer. I could hardly call the accommodations I was given appropriate for this weather. I suppose my mind is trying to torture me. Otherwise, I suppose I am okay. And that would be lovely, thank you. I can prepare it, if you would prefer? After all, it is so kind of you to take me in like this.

[River clears his throat and awkwardly side-eyes the chest of toys at her suggestion to move closer. But he still doesn't have proper clothing and it is rather chilly. And honestly? He's kind of lonely. He smiles a bit nervously and nods before moving closer.]

So, uh, have you been here long then?

rude | final fantasy vii | 8 ♣

[goons]

A. Fishing

[Camping is right up his alley. He's quick to jump into the lake for a dip, only when he comes out to dry off does he realize there's no clothing to be found. Not only that, the food is limited, there's no staff around, and it really looks like he'll have to lean into the self-sustainability thing. He doesn't mind though.

So, yes, there is a naked bald man fishing at the lake. There's an extra fishing rod beside him, but the bugs he has to use as bait are ones he's had to procure for himself. He's happy to trade with someone in exchange for clothing or whatever else they might have to offer.]

Need bait?

[It's grotesque how he holds out his hand and there's squirming bugs and dirt in the display. He's gone full wildman, don't mind him.]

B. Bear Hunting

[Rude wouldn't self-categorize himself as a bear, but when he thinks about the people he's seen around the resort in the past, he understands that they might just be desperate for bigger burlier men. He can play the part, but he won't be easy to catch.

By now he's managed to get enough clothing that he doesn't have to feel terribly awkward climbing up onto a thick lower branch of a tree, hiding from a nearing footsteps in hopes of getting the jump on them when they pass by. He's far more likely to allow himself to be caught with a good reason, but for the while being, he's weirdly enjoying becoming a horrifying wildman hiding in bushes and camouflaged in dirt.]

C. Wildcard

(Feel free to PM or reach out at terrorate to plot or ask questions, but I'm down for anything in this TDM. I'm rusty with Rude after a longer hiatus than I planned, but trying to get back into it)

A 😋

[waged]

( and on the other end of the spectrum lies aventurine, who did grow up in a dog-eat-dog planet where his people had to truly depend on each to survive, but it was just... far less green, for one. with far less resources, and far more demeaning, if being hunted by cannibals with his life on the line counted for something. this is still the golden peacock, after all.

evident by the comedic timing of finding one familiar naked bald man fishing at the lake. )

You're really playing into this, Mr. Handsome. ( pointed looks at the squirming bug, the bare chest, and the very naked... well. everything else.

compared to aventurine, who had been given one of the flannel robes just barely long enough that he's not flashing everyone, rude is... not concerned at all. why would he be, when he knows what kind of place this is? )

Unfortunately, fishing is not part of my repertoire. I wouldn't come take your hard-earned bait either. Unless there's something you need in exchange?

( because surely it's not clothes, right. )

Reno || FFVII Franchise || 8♦️ || current player

[redhairedturk]

I. - Blood Moon

I.A

There's a shiver running down Reno's spine that he can't quite explain. It's a weird sensation, as though there's something that urges him to move, something inside him making him tense as though waiting for a decision in a fight or flight situation.
No matter what he does, it doesn't seem to go away, but instead makes him feel more and more uncomfortable in his own skin.

Eventually, he can't sit still any further, and leaves his tent, hoping that maybe a walk outside might help to get that feeling of restlessness settled enough so that he can find some peace and quiet for the night.
That is, until he looks up and his eyes spot the red moon n the sky, bright and illuminating everything in an almost eery way. And Reno can't tear his eyes off of, until suddenly there's a pain rushing through his body, replacing the feeling of unease by making it worse as he drops to the ground, bent over, while his body starts to shift and change in ways that have never happened before.

The pain is gone as quickly as it came, and Reno feels a little dizzy, wanting to touch his forehead only to see his hand having changed. His fingers have turned into pawlike limbs, covered in orange red fur, sharp canines fill his mouth and his hair has become thicker and longer, reaching down his back where it eventually ends in a bushy tail, ears standing upright and turning into the direction of noise.

Turning into a human-fox hybrid wasn't what Reno had expected from this camping trip, but it's also not the main thought on his mind right now. Instead, he drops to all fours and starts exploring, his nose suddenly picking up a lot more scents than before as he searches for someone who will fulfill his sudden urges to mate.


I.B

There's howling, and other sounds that Reno hasn't heard the nights before.
Calls of creatures that seem to have suddenly turned up on this very night, when the blood red moon illuminates the snow covered campsite as though this is a cheap horror movie.

Reno is already unhappy about the snow, and needing to still grab some firewood to not freeze to death during the night (yes, he is exaggerating, shhh) doesn't help his mood in the slightest.
But he makes his way into the woods, footprints trailing behind him in the snow, and luckily enough light from the moon to still see what he's doing.
It's all good and he's collecting quite some firewood, until he suddenly hears the crunching of snow behind him. Swift as he is, he turns around, staring into a pair of eyes that are more animal than human, and he makes himself ready for a fight, or to jump out of the way, if he has to.

"What do you want?"


II. - Wildcard

Wanna do anything else with Reno that hasn't gotten a starter prompt above?
Or something completely different?
Feel free to just throw that starter at me, PM me about it or hit me up on my plurk: EnigmaInTheDust!
Here is Reno's kink list, but generally almost everything, as long as it's not in the no section is possible.
I promise I don't bite, but I can't guarantee for Reno ;)

Blood Moon!

[8chohakkai8]

The blood moon did not have the physically transformative effect on Hakkai that it seemed to have on many others within the camp. However, the sight was not something Hakkai wasn't accustomed to. Truth be told, the entire scenario was far too reminiscent of what was going on back in his homeland.

In fact, it was almost identical to what was happening in Shangri-La. It was worrisome. The primary reason it did not transform him in such a way was that his body had already undergone a species-based transformation on its own quite some time ago.

And now, although not physical, the moon's aura was taking a more psychological toll on his mindset, one that he had been worried about encountering since his arrival.

A single narrow golden cat's eye meets the fox, a slight glow due to the moon's reflection and his own natural tapetum lucidum. Still somewhat manlike in appearance, the long, pointed ears and the vine-like tattoo markings that covered his face and body proved he was very much otherwise.

"I... I am just passing through..." But the way he seemed to stare at Reno was alert, nearly predatory; his breathing was slow and deep, yet layered, as he remained absolutely still and focused on him. "Please... leave. I do not wish to harm you."

layla 'reira' serizawa — nana — queen (♥) current player

[dilettante]

— network post

un: reira
has anyone actually ever gone camping before? with actual bears in the wild in the forest and bad weather? 🐻⚡️💦 so scary, it almost makes me want to jump into someone's lap for protection. speaking of lap, what's the kinkiest thing you've done in public? 👉🏼🤪👌🏼🍆💦

if you give me a good answer I might confess some of the more raunchier things I've done 💖💖 given the nature of this place, I'm sure this camping trip will lend itself to many opportunities for debauchery.

anyways the point of this post is two things: I'm putting on a mini concert next month for new arrivals. the theme? friendship! 🌞🌞🎤🎼 we'll even have free aphrodisiac-free food, untainted and everything! but we just lost one of our guitarists, till-kun, I miss him so much already! so if anyone is good at playing any instruments feel free to reach out to me ✨✨

— wildcard

wildcard + character info

( ooc | going with a simple network post this round that lends itself to sexting if that's your thing ✨✨ if none of these prompts work for you or you'd like to do something different, feel free to hit me with a wildcard. open to f/m and f/f. kinklist | info | permissions )

— closed to shanks

[dilettante]

( for as mature and as resilient as the resort has made reira, she was far from giving up on that more playful and silly side of her. it was a side of her that allowed her to forget the pain of the past, the pain of being in a place like this, and allowed her to not become bitter over things outside of her control. so when the bulletin post went up— 'catch a bear!', she immediately geared herself up in camping attire, hiking boots and all, and pulled a lasso from storage for her endeavors.

the only issue was, who was she to ensnare in her little game? she knew quite more people now than before but they were all rather....not quite bear like. then it came to her; the one person who was not only a certified 'papa bear' but had the qualities of a bear genuinely. by the time she walked around the premises and spotted him, he was already acting like a bear; standing by the river and trying to fish with his....hands? )

You know something Shanks? You aren't making this hard at all. There's a 'game' going around and I'm suppose to catch a bear you know? You're already playing the part perfectly...

( she sighed a bit, laughing as she began to approach him. if he wanted to run and start the games, it was now or never. )

River Cartwright | Slow Horses (TV) | New Character/Current Player

[ariverrunsthruit]

Camping - Getting off the Grid

It has been a rough couple of weeks for River. A rough couple of years, really, but he tries not to dwell the best he can. Well, that’s not exactly true. Every day at Slough House is a clear reminder of exactly everything that’s gone wrong for him. And it only seems to be getting worse. Finding out about his father, having to put his grandfather (and only real father figure) into a home against his will, still dealing with how his career is just managing to stay afloat. It’s all gotten to be a bit much.

So, it’s not a surprise that the night after he puts his Grandad in a home, he doesn’t sleep well. Every time he starts to drift off, he can hear him calling after him, begging him not to leave. It’s so bad that River thinks he’s not going to sleep at all, right up until the moment he wakes up.

Immediately it’s clear that something is off. He blinks his eyes open and frowns as he stares up at what should be his bedroom ceiling, but appears to be some sort of tent. River sits bolt upright, a confused frown on his face.

“What the hell? Where am I?”

Camping - Home on the Range

There are lots of things that River is good at, but making his own clothing from scraps is not one of them. He’d excelled in many of his classes, but it wasn’t like he was getting his A levels in Home Ec. As such, anyone seeing River around will find him in barely held together pants, consisting of badly stitched together bits of cloth, and the robe he woke up in.

Though no one should be coming to him for clothing, River can actually cook. Or at least he knows how to cook over a campfire. Looks like something did come in handy from his time in the British Boy Scouts. If anyone needs help preparing food, he’ll be more than willing.

Roughing It - The Lake

It’s been days and still River has no idea where he is or what’s going on. He spends his days trying to covertly ask anyone and everyone about what’s happening, but all the answers he gets seem so absolutely ridiculous that he’s come to the conclusion that he’s either asleep and this is just one strange dream, he’s been concussed again and is in hospital, or he’s dead. None are really great options, but it means for the moment that he can try to relax.

Really, it isn’t like there’s much he can do to affect any of those outcomes anyway.

Besides, the lake looks rather peaceful and he finds himself spending a lot of his time there. When he thinks he’s alone, he strips down and slides into the cool water with a sigh. He’s not a fan of cold showers, though he’s had worse, but this is much nicer. He decides to try it at sunset one night, figuring he’ll get some peace and quiet, only to find himself suddenly joined by a large group of campers splashing around him.

He’s caught on to how everyone here seems to be having a lot of sex. He’s not stupid, but he does try to ignore it for the most part. This, however, is impossible to ignore. River stands stalk still in the water, looking around in confused disbelief as people just outright start having sex all around him.

“Is this my brain trying to tell me I’m hard up?”

This is seriously the wildest dream he’s ever had.

Roughing It - Outside Camp

Mostly River has stuck to the camp. Not because he isn’t curious about what’s going on, but because he doesn’t have proper shoes. After a while though, he’s simply too curious. He manages to make an incredibly shoddy pair of shoes with the help of one of the locals and decides to go exploring.

On his travels, he comes across a strange looking cave. River has never been one to back away from a mystery, and maybe, just in case this isn’t a fever dream, he should try to figure out some things about what’s going on, and decides to enter.

He’s never seen anything like this place before, not that he’s been in a lot of caves before in his life, but this seems almost alive. Out of sheer curiosity, he finds himself reaching out to touch the wall of the cave, feeling what looks like hair somehow growing there. When the eye pops open, River lets out an undignified yelp. “Jesus! What the hell?” He staggers back slightly, looking at the eye.

It’s immediately clear that looking is a mistake as River freezes in place. A feeling of dread overcomes him as he immediately understands exactly how his grandfather felt when he left him behind in that home. The only sign of movement after that, until the eye blinks, is are tears filling River’s eyes.

Wildcard!

Feel free to start something up, I’m game to try anything. River is conventionally straight, but given the nature of this place, I’ll likely end up playing him bi/pan. All are welcome! Or, plot with me. I’m available via DM, Discord prettyapathetic and prettyapathetic

Outside the Camp

[blindforlove]

Xiao Xingchen has taken it upon himself to help out as many unfortunate sorts in this cave, and hearing the exclamation pulls his attention towards the end once more. This time, he manages to stop at the edge of the area where he remembers the other people he had found.

If it's this room here, it has to be that same monster that afflicted the others.

"One moment. I'll have you out of here."

He really dislikes having to fumble around very much, but the people he finds in this area make almost no sound at all once under the creature's thrall. Still, he acts as quickly and efficiently as he can. It doesn't take long before his hands land on someone's back, and from there they move up to where the man's face must be, placing his hand over his eyes.

"There. I think this will work."

Wriothesley | Genshin Impact | Jack of Diamonds

[armwriostle]

I. Tents Out
A. Let's Get Crafty

[Wriothesley had no reason to be doing this, actually. He was a high rank after all, so his accommodations were quite lavish. Of course, that meant he was very willing to share his accommodations with others within reason.

Right now though? Wriothesley can be found resting against the trunk of a tree and carefully stitching pieces of fabric together. His fingers were fairly nimble and it's obvious that he had probably done this before. If him just casually sewing didn't seem that way, it's the way he carefully unravels linen to make string that gives the feeling he had definitely done that before.

Eventually he looks up and holds out the handmade garment.] Here. Try this on.

B. Supplies Running Low

[Fishing? Again? Don't mind Wriothesley, the man is at the lake shore with a fishing rod cast out and leisurely laying back on the grass as he waits for a bite. As soon as he saw the shed full of tools and saw the fishing pole, he already knew what he was going to spend his afternoon doing.

He opens one eye as he looks up; hearing the crunch of grass as someone approaches.] Joining me? I can't say the fish are quite biting yet, but I have a food feeling for this spot.

II. Fire Going
A. In Camp

Oh, come on! [What is this??? He gets stuck as a rabbit and gets turned into prey. Get designated omega and basically prey. Now being considered a bear has you fair game to be captured??? Isn't this a little unfair?

Still, this game seems a little silly in comparison to some of the others, so it's not as bad at least.

And, well, he's stubborn. So Wriothesley is already sprinting away. He's not looking to get captured without a good fight.]

B. Outside Camp

[Flashlight in hand, Wriothesley is definitely exploring the cave. It's good to know what's around them, especially potential dangers. Something about the cave makes him somewhat on edge, though he guesses caves can do that naturally. After all, one doesn't know what they can find in a cave. He's about to head in proper when-] You checking out the cave too? It's probably safer to travel in numbers.

III. Sexy Blood Moon?
A. Blood Moon (Were)

[You'd think he would have learned not to be caught in the blood moon. In his defense, he didn't realize until it was too late. With the weather as it is, it's truly an oversight.

Three snapping heads and a hunger burns through him. He drops on all fours, noses sniffing at the floor to pick up a scent. As soon as he catches one, ears shoot up, alert, before he starts sprinting off, looking for his prey.

Hopefully, you're already running or he's going to be catching up very quickly.]

B. Blood Moon (Human)

[It wasn't that he was being foolish, going outside to get himself lost in the current conditions. He really was just going outside to start a fire to boil some water for a midnight cup of tea. The chill doesn't bother him too much, used to the biting cold because of past experiences and his Vision.

It's while he's waiting for the pot of water to boil that he looks up at the moon, eyebrows furrowing.

Any sounds has him stiffen and on edge before he speaks.] Who's there?

IV. Wildcard

[If you want a personal starter, hit me up. I'm open to anything. Gen or smut is fine, just hit me with your best shot.]

iii-a

[cattrick]

[ being caught out in weather like this... he's a fool. he braves it nonetheless because he's desperately trying to look for something that's eluded him since waking up in a strangely empty tent--- his hat. his incredibly important hat? the flannel replacement he was given won't do! not to mention he has very little to do outside of that. the entire experience up to this point has been unnerving and he would very much like to leave.

but instead... he can feel the presence of something heading toward him. whether he can react or not to it is another thing entirely.

lyney raises his hands, closes his eyes, and braces himself for impact. ]

Ain (Bluhen Route) | Elsword | TDM/New Player

[eidxiety]

i. off the grid
a)

[Living outside? Easy. Ain has lived outside more than he's lived inside; life of an adventurer in all that. Living outside in a robe? Uhhhh well that's a little more difficult and he's starting to wonder who robbed him of his usual fluffy coat, but that's fine! That's fine, he'll just find them and kick their ass later. Easy.

For now, he's distracted by all the sex toys. He's never seen any of this before; Elrios is post-apocalyptic, so if they exist at all, he's certainly never come across them. Saving the world is a busy job too, and it's not like he nor his group have ever had time to dick down.

Naturally, Ain assumes everyone else in the vicinity of his dingy tent has also never seen these. As you pass by, he laughs and waves the largest, floppiest dildo at you.]

Did you know these fake dicks stick to things?

[He says this with the tone someone would tell a joke with despite being completely earnest in trying to explain suction cups to you. ...he has also never seen a suction cup, so.]

b)

[Thankfully, Ain's skillset includes sewing. It does not include cooking, however, and so he walks up to you with a bundle of fabric and other sewing supplies he pilfered.]

I'll trade you clothing if you make me something yummy~.

[It looks like he's already made himself some actual pants, so his tailoring abilities are immediately obvious. The robe is staying on. It's comfortable, okay? Why make shirt when shirt came free with weird forest vacation he didn't want?]

ii. roughing it
a)

[Ain is not that strong, so he will not be participating in the firewood chopping. Personally, he thinks that's for very muscular people and that he'd lose immediately compared to someone with biceps the size of his head. No thanks. What he does do is sit out nearby to watch, especially the men. Hello, men~.

As you chop, he makes helpful suggestions.]

Ooh, flex a little! And next time, pop a hip out and strike a pose, haha!! You look great~!

[Alternatively, after the scoring is done, Ain might catch you after the fact, smiling brightly as he cheerfully asks:]

Can I squeeze your biceps? Please??

b)

["Bear hunting", they call it. Ain was truly expecting actual bears; he's new to all of this, so these strange terms for people don't make much sense to him. As he's finding out from other people, they mean big hairy men type bears.

Wow... the way people name things here sure is fascinating, huh? He feels like he needs a guidebook for everything going on.

Although he's not entirely motivated by any form of payout — he's pretty much treating this as a way to have fun and not think too hard about the larger things in life — he does participate in bear hunting. Ain doesn't go about it in a conventional way, though. Traps? Lying in wait? No, he'll just amble around and act completely uninvolved until you pass him by, at which point he running-tackle-koala-hugs onto your back and exclaims playfully:]

I've~ got youuuu!

[He weighs about as much as a bag of grapes, so feel free to throw him off and run.]

iii. packing up

Hold still, let me heal that cut before you go.

[Ain, who normally functions as a healer for his currently-nonexistent adventuring group, has found himself employment in the medical tent. He doesn't see the point in being paid for this job... but whatever, he'll take it. Really, he just doesn't want anyone to have any horrible scars or bleed out. He can't fix you if you're dead!

His magic is a warm, soothing yellow colour and almost seems to tickle as he presses his hands over the wounds to close them up over the course of several too-long seconds. It doesn't hurt, and shouldn't leave a scar behind.

If you're a man, you'll get your wounds healed with little kisses placed near the injury site instead. Mwah!]

iv. wildcard

[Permissions + Info & Kinklist; Ain is as gay as they come so M/M for smut please. Any thread can be SFW or NSFW, I'm not picky. Feel free to poke me on Plurk for anything! wolfchan]

ii-a

[defendog]

[ he's more than happy to participate in the competition, though he's doing it for the pure and altruistic reason of chopping firewood for future fires and not so he could look sexy doing it? he doesn't have to try! hung flexes regardless, his tail curls and bobs as he slams the axe down, and he naturally looks good in flannel. he did have to rip the sleeves off the robes, but that's okay. right?

ain could've been quiet the whole time if he wanted. instead, hung could feel his eyes the entire time. once the competition is over and hung is more or less happy with his results... ]

Squeeze them? I mean, I guess if you really want to...

[ he's not going to stop him. ]

Scott Summers | XMCU | 4♣ | Current character

[laserguy]

need wood?;
[So, Scott's staring over at a tree that's a good distance away with a look of concentration on his face. Totally surprising right-- okay no, but those sunglasses almost seem to be glinting in the sunlight before he nods and extends an arm out to the side, as if stopping anyone from going ahead of him. Or if someone is in his path, he'll motion for them to come over.

Because...]

I'm going to blast that tree down. [He states, like this is the most obvious thing in the world.] You know, for wood and shit. Don't want you to get in the path.

[If he's talking to anyone new... this probably sounds confusing, and yet, Scott doesn't explain.]

got a snoggleboff;
[Sometimes a hungry lad is a bit merciless, because right now, he is carrying a dead snoggleboff in his hand. How did he manage to catch it? Luck, determination, and maybe a blast from his powers, which he's probably lucky that the creature didn't fully explode or whatever when hit. Still, it's definitely unmoving and maybe Scott feels a little bad, but living off the land or whatever.

And it stole his jerky that he was saving.

One problem? He has no idea how to cook this. Or... do anything with it, honestly. So, hopefully no one minds a teen walking up with a dead creature in his hand, before asking--]

Can you cook?

now we're cooking (with s'mores);
[So, Scott doesn't know how to cook, but he definitely knows how to make s'mores. He's already in the process of smushing his roasted marshmallow between two crackers and chocolate and letting everything melt and maybe even drip on the ground below him, before leaning in to take a bite.

And yes, it's great. Good job, him. At least one thing in this camping trip is going well. He's honestly in a pretty good mood, although that just makes Scott smile up at anyone who's joining him with an almost teasing edge, because:]

Yeah, join me, although I'm definitely judging on how you make this. [Who died and made him king?????] Unless you've never made a s'more before.

securing the tent;
[Shit, where did this storm come from? Well... this is the resort, that just changed into a full wilderness experience, so he probably shouldn't ask stupid questions. Regardless, he's already rushing up to help anyone that's struggling to stabilize their tent, the future mutant leader grabbing one end of a loosened rope and doing his best to retie it to the ground. It's definitely a struggle though, especially as the storm continues to rage on and soak him through his clothes.

But this seems important!! Making sure the other person doesn't lose their only shelter in this place.]

I got it here! How are you doing on your end?!

wildcard;
[Want to plot something else? Maybe Scott meeting someone that's transformed? Or whatever else? PM me!]

[NSFW/Monsterfucking???] Wildcard/Bloodmoon/you got this Scott

[drugsnotclubs]

[One day Shinjiro will learn that 'go check it out' is probably the wrong course of action for anything at the Golden Peacock Five Star Resort. Strange, non-weather noises outside? A bizarre glow filtering through the gaps in the tent, giving the air an almost misty pink hue? A weird, calling, skin-itching sensation that only intensifies the more he tries to ignore it, that he can't get out of his mind, compelling him to go out into the cold? It's basically never a good idea to go check it out.

And yet, here he is. An idiot.

It was actually a relief when the moonlight had hit him. That unnatural discomfort and itching, as if his skin was too small for him had only been building, almost an ache in his bones, until he had gone out and the red light had done its work. He probably should have been more alarm at the transformation, fur sprouting, bones shifting-- But instead it's a freedom from that claustrophobic feeling of being trapped in his own skin, like he's finally able to stretch out, limbs long and canid and fur the same scraggly, scruffy brown of his normal hair.

The need for sex reminds him of when his suit had flared, though. But it's less of a hard raging need like before, feeling as though he was going to die if he didn't have release and more of a desire building up, an interest that can't be ignored. The hard part would just be... going back inside and saying 'Hey, turns out the moon turns you into a wolfman, also can we fuck.'

Thankfully, Scott could be convinced? Which brings us to the present: making due in the shitty, too-small tent they had been trying to share warmth in as the temperature had tanked. (Pros of furry sex, though: It will probably warm up the place!)]

Lemme know if this is too weird, [It's an open invitation for Scott to call it off at any point-- and an indication that despite the lupine form, despite the strong want for sex, it's still Shinjiro and he's always going to be thinking of other people a little more than himself. It hopefully helps that his voice is still the same, perhaps with a roughness at the edges, and his eyes still the same steely gray-- just rounder, glittering a little in the dim light.

He noses at Scott's groin, giving up entirely on pretenses as he hooks one of the claws on his pawhand into the waistband of his underwear, tugging it down to expose enough of his cock to give a firm lick.]

Maybe for once you can just relax.

Bakugō Katsuki 💥 Boku no Hero Academia 💥 A of ♠️

[blastedass]

[*click on headers to open prompts*]

♠️ CAMPING ~ TENTS OUT.

💥 ❶ Tenting

[Tch. The last time he went camping, everything ended up a fucking disaster. Burning forest, frightened students, battling heroes, poison mist, shady villains. A goddamn hand on the back of his neck. But before all that? Eh, it didn't suck... Thick hide-like material flops on his hand's back as he shoves the tent flap aside. Being an Ace, his lodging in the woodland is a spacious piece of impressive shit: separate bunks with sleeping rolls and sheets, a wooden loft for kicking back in hammock chairs, personal firepit for cooking food, the normal glamping amenities. All trussed up in a mix of warm browns, autumn reds, earthy sage, and smokey gray. There's even a wrap-around shower section in the back, albeit requiring some filling each time. Mah, nothing wrong with heating up an oil drum over a fire outside, right?]

Oy. You gonna sit around all day or you gonna actually clean up?

[Whether you're a long-time companion, a visitor for the day, or a new arrival dumped on his head, he's still got the same bone to pick as he zips up the tent doorway behind him.]

💥 ❷Hunting

Hunting meat - bows and arrows, hatchets, axes, fishing poles and line, etc.

[He wasn't raised in the wilderness, despite his sometimes-feral attitude. Never had to secure his own food outside a grocery story or marketplace. Doesn't mean he's some wuss royalty unable to fend for himself in the wilderness. He took classes! Growing up, he and his friends roughed it in the woods a few times, because it was cool, because what kind of hero would be caught completely helpless in some less-than-ideal conditions. Survival training, camping-- uh --camps, wilderness clubs, he took plenty, and added those skills to his already impressive arsenal.

Clad in a brown and dark-striped ensemble made of dyed shirt, pants, and a few patches of leaves sewed on particular spots, he crouches beside a log, red eyes narrowed as his breath exhales in a silent stream. One of those crimson orbs closes, sighting down the length of his arrow's shaft to the matte metal head. He was hitting bullseyes in the carnival and festival games months back. This time-

*thwhizp!* ... *thock!*

-his mark strikes a heart. Leaves burst around legs and he shoves up from his disguised patch as the deer instantly attempts to bolt despite the fatal hit.]

Chase it down!

[Yelling at his partner as he rushes through autumn leaves, he hops a log and skids down an embankment on his boots. Like hell is he letting some other hunting party catch his quarry!]

💥 ❸ Firing

(A) [Didn't matter if his tent came with a stupid space heater and a lighter, or that there was a supply of firewood others were already mooching off of! He doesn't need such crap insulting his ability to make it on his own. A thick trunk squats before him as he sets another log atop its sandy-hued top. Light catches the head of his axe, trailing like hot fire as he swings it down through the glowing sun and slams straight through his wooden target. Both halves split to either side, one clattering a feet away, the other falling onto the ground aside his stump like it should. Fuck... He's been at this for almost an hour, splitting wood into quarters, halves, eighths, evidence by a pile of unorganized pieces chucked nearby. Normally he'd have stacked them neatly, but... Sweat drips from his temple and chin, wiped off with another rush of his hand. Another piece of wood's dragged onto the proverbial executioner's block and he hauls his axe once more. This isn't just chopping wood. This is venting. WHAM!]

(B) [Hey Bakugo! Can your Explosion make a fire? ... Of course it can, you idiot! And he proceeded to blow the fucking fireplace up. Much to his stunned, incredulous chagrin. Not the same kind of fine control his two classmates had with their Quirks. At least not in this capability. Hell yes it pissed him off! He knew people who could turn their fingers into a fucking lighter, enough focus to light a cigarette from the same hand that could erupt a goddamn street-wide flamethrower! Like hell is he gonna let any of them outpace him in anything! ... Which resulted in this. One hand turned palm up with fingers cupped, sparks bursting and popping in his palm like a miniature firework display. Orange at the sides of his palm, fading inward yellow to scorching white. Easy enough to shove a small bundle of sticks into the sputtering crackle. Smoldering wood catches flame soon enough and he pulls it free, then pushes the faggot into his firepit's kindling. Takes a few seconds and flames begin leaking upward.]

Oy. Fire's started. [Told ya.]

💥 ❹ Cooking

(A) [Gross. Dissection in science class had nothing on this. He's gutted fish and fowl before, but no one ever told him he'd one day be dressing out an entire goddamn deer! Dangling from its back legs currently lashed to a branch overhead with sturdy fabric strips, the young buck's long-since expired from his arrow an hour or so ago. Blood's probably collected into a gory balloon in its chest, what of it hasn't been leaking from its mouth. He turns the knife over in his hand a few times, eyes narrowed on its white belly. Cut right down the middle, from groin to ribs, then splay to either side for an inverted "Y" position so he can better reach the interior. Damn, maybe he should've done the gutting while it was lying on the ground. He feels eyes on him, senses a question or some looming comment, and instantly bristles under his shirt.]

I'm working on it, dammit! Gimme a fucking second! [Unless you wanna step in and offer hand...]

(B) [Wood clanks on metal above crackling flames as he raps the spoon's handle on the pot rim. Feels like a damn witch making a potion over here. Big ass black fat cauldron of a pot over the firepit, savory sauce and stew swirling about within as a thick red mixture with white potatoes and turnips breaching the surface every now and then. Venison chunks swim in there somewhere. Leaving it to continue bubbling, he takes a seat on the stump nearby and hauls a cutting board over one angled shin, ankles resting on his other knee. One carrot, cleaned and washed, drops on the surface, a knife flashes in the sun, and chopchopchopchopchop! with all the speed and precision of a machine slicer. One's done in two seconds and he sweeps it into the pot, the second one to follow.]

Sneak another sip and I'll add your fucking hand. [He won't. Right?] Did you find the herbs?

♥️ CAMPING ~ FIRE GOING.

💥 ❶ Washing

[Like hell is he gonna fight over some five-minute long bout of heat for the showers. Or the group rushing to get it. Yeah, he could take a shower in less, but among all those other people barging into the stalls? Fuck that. He retired to his own tent to figure things out or himself. Sure, his rank lets him have a wrap-around shower section in the back, but that requires filling the proverbial bucket each time. Better with two people. Not something he wants to count on right now. So the only other alternative for a hot bath...

Steam drifts from the lip of a chunked-out boulder. No surprise he couldn't find a goddamn oil drum in the woods. They want the guests to rough it here, but not a damn piece of litter, abandoned car, shitty magazine?! There's something to be said for having a demolition crew living in his hands. Blasting smaller chunks with specific angles carved his way down into the stone, crafting a small bowl within the rock. Sitting on his butt with his knees drawn up, it's only about chest high. Yet it's hot. He leans back on the stone rim, both arms thrown behind him at the elbow, one hand dangling in the water for an occasional few booms to heat it once more. Before turning his head to the side, eyes narrowed at the sound approaching.]

The hell do you want?

💥 ❷ Swimming

[Holy shit, that's cold! Thermal shock threatens at his chest and lungs, forcing him to hit the retreat and back out of the water in a splash towards shallows. So much for the reckless jump and dive! He rubs at his shoulders with dripping hands, both of them instantly lighting up in several large cracks and booms, as if small explosions were blowing up on his skin. Warmth floods his body, quickly chasing away the cold. Fucking lake. It's not even winter, dammit! You think you've beaten him!? Back he goes, charging into the water, this time igniting those same explosions.

Ka-BOOM! Water and sand fly out in a thick divot, launching him through the air. More rupture on either side, twisting his body around and wreathing him a small tornado-like cocoon of flame, combustion, smoke, and *BOOM!* He hits the water like missile. A single geyser crashes upward, searing this little patch of lake water in boiling bowl. Cool water from below rushes upward, mixing with scalding ripples, and he pops his spiky head back up through a far more tolerable tepid patch. There... now his body can adjust easier as the cold slowly leeches its way back into his presence.]

What're you looking at? [Oy, not like you didn't have plenty of warning he was coming! Light, noise, explosions?! Stop staring/glaring at him, dammit!]

💥 ❸ BLOOD MOON

[What the hell is this fucking weather?! It was clear for a week and then turned into the bastard spawn of winter storm and autumn slog! His own tent's been ravaged, barely surviving with the reinforcements from its walls and skeleton. Spent a whole damn day making sure he fortified it when he saw that storm front approaching. Doesn't mean it's escaped perfectly. Leaving his companions in the safety of its confines, he steps out during the night, rubbing the side of his neck. A patch of clear weather, huh. Ominous red moon, pink snowflakes, dark forest, someone's been watching too many B-grade horror films. Shoving one of his knives into a makeshift belt around his waist, he pulls free another branch after chopping it free. Explosions would only make things worse at the moment, if those growling howls are any indication. Most animals would steer clear of detonations, but...]

You're not like most animals, huh. [Heard this bastard approaching from yards away. Red eyes narrow as he turns around, leading with his shoulder and bringing one arm to bear. Branch clasped in his fingers, free hand curling into a fist as he readies his body in a challenge.] Listen up, furball; you wanna die, stick around.

[First and final warning.]

[ooc: general starters under headers; specific starters below. all prompt options can stay gen or go down a nsfw route. bakugo is 18. if none of these interest you, or you have specific ideas on prompts or plots you'd like to play out, send me a pm, drop a comment below, and we’ll hash it out. otherwise, feel free to wildcard it and we'll go from there. i'm always open to writing a unique starter for us if you'd prefer that.]

2. Hunting

[shadowdogs]

[Megumi isn't a hunter at all, but he does have a wolf. A very big wolf. And he's been helping people here and there track down game and even catch a few snoggleboffs for people that unfortunately miss their target.

So he doesn't complain (doesn't even say a word), when he's asked to be a companion to the guy to catch something more substantial for food. He's been under the covers and quiet the entire time, until he heard the signal.

The deer doesn't get to make it past the first couple of trees before the huge wolf apparates from the shadows and takes it down, using its jaws to finish it off. Megumi exhales and steps out of the hiding places, and motions to Bakugo to go over, as the wolf slowly stalks back to Megumi.]

itachi uchiha | naruto | new character, returning player

[anbu]

𝖨. 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖮𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖤

a. [Evidently, even the dead need to eat.

This is a great inconvenience for a man who would rather avoid the camp and its entirety, risking interaction with any step he takes on these grounds. There is a necessity to it; he will learn nothing from the woods alone, and so far he has gone unrecognized. Another world — one that does not seem to know him at all.

Motivated less by his own stark pang of hunger than a need for information, Itachi finally appears on the periphery an hour before full dark, trajectory angled with purpose through the scattered layout of tents and campfires. His target soon becomes clear: one of the stations set up with confections and hot cocoa.

Here he can be found, attempting to understand... what a s'more is... He is observant enough to put it together properly, but the marshmallow is untoasted, chocolate unmelted, and he never seems satisfied with the result. Soon there is a stack of abandoned creations in his wake; imperfect, apparently, and discarded because of it. What a waste.]

b. [Whether tasked or volunteered, Itachi stands with expectation at the fringe of trees on the outskirts of the camp. He wears a rudimentary hand-sewn black robe, shapeless and unflattering on his slender figure. A bow is delicately held in hand; on his back is a leather satchel full of arrows, their points flashing sharp in the early dawn light.

If approached, dark eyes level themselves onto the stranger — an assessing look.]

Do you require a weapon?

𝖨𝖨. 𝖳𝖶𝖮 𝖶𝖤𝖤𝖪𝖲 𝖮𝖥 𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖦𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖨𝖳

[Of course he finds the cave, and the insidious presence hidden within it. Traveling this deeply into unfamiliar territory was necessary, an ingrained discipline that pushed him to the very edge of this man-made cage so clearly designed with an outer boundary of walls. In this case, he can sense immediately there is something wrong with the dark chamber he enters, but he knows better than to test it himself as he is now.

So he waits.

It does not take long. As soon as another person passes into the cave, Itachi is there at their back, imperceptible except by those who might be sensitive to the presence of a cold, dark-red aura exuding finely controlled power. They will either notice him (hard mode), or they'll find the thing on the wall first — and if this happens, Itachi witnesses the crude seam of an eyelid opening and that black, sinister eye narrowing onto the stranger.]

Don't— [look.

Too late. They're caught, frozen in place in that gaze.]

𝖨𝖨𝖨. 𝖢𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖮𝖥 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖣

[The rain is coming down in cold, torrential sheets, soaking his body down to numbed bones, so that as he lunges through another screen of leaves and paves a path forward, he hardly registers the cuts to what bare skin shows — disregarding the branch that snags his cloak and rips at the messy shoulder seam. Better craftsmanship might have protected the fabric, but now it tears open enough to reveal a pale collarbone.

The wind is more brutal, seeming to come from every direction in a confused pattern, pushing first north and then south in a battering of natural power. No, unnatural. This does not feel right.

Someone is behind him, has been following him for a while. He has not intentionally led them through the trees with a destination in mind; he is simply testing their ability to track him under these conditions.]

𝖨𝖵. 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖣𝖢𝖠𝖱𝖣

[ooc: info/permissions in journal! very open to other prompts, particularly in regard to call of the wild — i considered were-cat itachi but decided to go the other route. but if you want him... i'd potentially be down, grab me through PM to discuss! not looking for smut out the gate (unfortunately he is an uchiha and it'll be hard to start without some kind of extenuating circumstances/aphro element), but happily open for the suggestion of it/building those intimate connections that will go there later. e.g., he could subdue someone with seduction and then leave them high-and-dry in the blood moon prompt... SORRY HE'S THE WORST.]

b.

[emancipating]

[ this whole business of—what are they calling it again? ah, right—camping is, honestly, completely foreign to zagreus, mainly because... well, he's never had to rough it, so to speak, given his status back home. but he has a bit of an idea now, he thinks: the concept sounds familiar from the stories he's heard from achilles back when he was still alive, albeit his experience was a necessity during time of war rather than for leisure. despite the lack of staff around, the fact that there seem to be enough supplies at all is somewhat of a luxury in itself, even if they have to go and catch their own food. which is just fine for zagreus. while he doesn't need to eat, the other guests do, and what better way to keep himself busy than to do a little hunting with a partner?

and what a partner he has. zagreus has met all kinds of people since waking up at the resort, but his fascination with the diverse guests never seems to wane with each new wave of arrivals. itachi's formidable vibe is something that zag notices even before he reaches the man's side, but rather than be intimidated, it only makes him more curious. ]

I've got one, [ he says, lifting his own bow. he's also got a hunting knife strapped to his hip, which he's sure itachi's seen by now. ] Ready when you are.

Broca | Arknights | 7♥︎ (current character)

[broca]

I. ALL WOOD CUTTING, NO SEXY

A. Watching

[ Not every strong slightly rough looking man who loves woodworking and knows his way around a toolshed actually knows all that much about truly roughing it. Broca the city boy is a prime example of that. While he knows knows an inordinate amount about drill bits, he's never actually had cause to use an axe before. Very basic hand saws? Sure, but even then he's usually using some sort of electronic one. A hammer and nails? Yeah, but the method is a little different from this.

So hopefully he can be forgiven for really studying people's techniques here. No matter how sexy a participant is trying to act, he's really focused on the way they hold the axe, and the angle it swings down at. It does make for a lot of intense staring though, and he may, in fact, be staring at you. ]

B. Doing

[ So some idea of the proper technique in hand, Broca is finally actually giving this a go himself. It seems just like his focus on doing the wood splitting part of this activity correctly, he's also completely forgetting the part where he has to be sexy himself. The axe goes down in a neat arc and splits the wood neatly in two with a very satisfying thunk, only for it to rapidly be replaced.

If the contest was all about the actual wood splitting, this man might really have it in the bag at the speed he's moving. Unfortunately, it's clear he's forgotten what the Golden Peacock tends to prioritize. The sexy factor is at zero outside of a few strained grunts in the process of hauling a big axe up in the air and bringing it crashing down again.

Will his decision to lift up the bottom of his shirt to mop the sweat off his face earn him enough points to get any payout for this event? No? Well damn... The big guy himself looks flummoxed about the fact that he's being told he didn't win the payout. ]

But I cut the most wood...


B. LIONS AND TIGERS AS BEARS OH MY

[ Big, thick, and strong? Check, check, and check. Though despite his assigned role including a cute little bear headband that sits in front of his real tiger ears (though the band rests behind his real human ears. that's right, six ears between the real and fake), the man does not look like he's really getting into the spirit of playing the part of the bear.

Other than the fact that he's glowering and looks two seconds from letting out with an angry roar if his current hunter actually moves into his personal space. ]

Try it, and I'll make you regret it.


C. DON'T BLINK (OR DO ACTUALLY)

[ Fun and games have to end sometime, though Broca hadn't intended them to end this way. When he'd wandered into the cave, he'd done so knowing that in the past he'd managed to find cozy little burrows and the like in the Vale before. He hadn't expected to come across something as ominous as a giant eye that blinked itself open on the rock face.

He definitely hadn't been expecting to fall into a staring contest with the thing that has frozen his body stiff, brow furrowed and mouth twisted into an unmoving scowl as a buried but ever present fear is brought bubbling to the surface in a way he can do nothing about. ]

b is for... bears...

[notscar]

[ two is normal. four is quite strange. but six? six of them?? leona's never felt so frightened in his entire life to behold a creature with SIX EARS... even though two of them are fake and it's broca.

still, he seems pretty mad. leona would be too if he were in his position but instead? ]

You act like I'm enjoying myself.

[ if that grin isn't a tell, the way he casually swings the rope around... ]

Regret it? How so?

❥ rosie ❥ original ❥ new character!

[hasitsthorns]

❥ camping.

The unexpected nudity doesn't bother her any. Actually, this young blond woman seems fairly... unbothered overall by the strange circumstances of her arrival. She hums as she works with what she's been given; in short order, she has cute green and pink leaf bikini. It covers about as much as it needs to for her to feel more socially acceptable.

"Hey," she asks anyone available, "can you help me tie these vines?" Not around her neck yet, actually, but to the tips of the leaves covering her chest. "I need to be able to fasten this thing somehow so it doesn't just flutter off and all." She could stick it to her skin with sap like a natural pasty but 1) sensory nightmare and 2) ow, peeling it off later.

"The hips were easy because I could see them better, but..." A glance down at her chest. Look, it's a lot and hurts to crane her neck like she was to make sure she's poking and tying in the right place. Might as well ask for help with someone else.

❥ activities.

( Day )
She should probably be more discerning about what goes into her mouth by now. Probably, but she isn't. While she enjoys a good s'more and hot cocoa, she can't live off it alone. Hunting goes against her more pacifist beliefs these days so...

Berries it is, she guesses. The one she pops into her mouth is some kind of blackberry, she thinks. It's not the normal variety though she realizes later as her vision warps a little and things turn strange.

Colors are sharper. Smells are stronger. She lays in the grass and rolls around in it while giggling lightly. "Dude, you have to try this," she tells someone that comes by. "It feels great. Like soft little tickles all over!" Yeah, she might be having a slight trip. Just a little one! At least it's fun.

( Night )
Skinny dipping is something Rosie enjoys in theory. In practice? Her fear of drowning makes that a little more complicated. Still, she's not going to be some kind of loser afraid of getting a little wed and wild- The water isn't even that deep! She can handle this.

So, she strips off her leaf bikini and takes a few hesitant steps into the cool water. She's far from the only one out her, too, and that helps a little bit. She's confident. She can do this. In fact, she's feeling so bold that she even attempts some seduction.

"You know, this water is awful cold but you could probably warm me ri-ee!" Her very suave and sexy remark is cut short by a surprised squeal as she slips on some algae and falls back into the water with a splash. Once her head is under, it becomes nothing but panic.

"Nope!" she exclaims, flailing. Rosie grabs the nearest person, perhaps who was attempting to flirt with, to moor herself as she trembles. "Nope! No! Please, get me away from the water. Please." She'll be embarrassed in a little bit, but right now fear greatly outweighs anything else.

❥ howling.

Under the blood moon, Rosie herself doesn't feel all that changed. She is already a wolf woman though, technically, so maybe she's just... exempt?

Or maybe she's instead just a tantalizing target for anyone wanting. She keeps her ears and tail tucked away for now, but no one would be able to deny the similar canine smell on her as others turning around them.

Whatever the case may be, she can definitely feel the frenzy and pheromones of so many people being thrust into what is essentially an unexpected mating rush. Naturally: She wants every part of that.

"Oh, nnoooo..." she says, louder than she needs to, "I'm lost and all alone out here in the woods. What will I do?" If she wasn't a tantalizing target enough before, she hopes she is now.

❥ wildcard / plot with me!

(( hi hello my name is chai! I'm here with my hot mess of an OC lady, rosie!! if you have any other ideas or wanna' hash things out, you can find me at tentamenace, tentamenace on discord, or just PM this journal! ))

Camping!

[8chohakkai8]

... Ah?

[Hakkai understood, within his limited few days here, that plenty of people within this strange new world had a lot less shame than he had. Truthfully, he respected everyone for it. However, that still did not stop his own awkward reaction on the occasional moment when someone happened to approach him.

Not that he minded the idea of helping. Under normal circumstances, he would be more than happy to take a few seconds to aid the poor miss in her moment of struggle. It was just that this wasn't a normal circumstance...]

Um, that is —I would be happy to, except I'm not sure I can.

[After all, he was in quite the opposite state from her. Where she was happy to walk about without worrying about covering, he seemed to be draped head to toe in multiple layers of fabric. Not a single inch of him to be seen!]

Ardyn Izunia ↝ FFXV ↝ New Player

[fatedfinality]

↝ kiss the cook.

Despite what most people would believe, Ardyn can cook. He just doesn't need to most of the time. Well, he doesn't need to eat most of the time but he's trying to keep up appearances... wherever this is. You nod off for the first time in nearly a decade and look what happens!

He is actually more upset about than it than he's letting on, but perhaps someone will notice his chop of vegetables is a little more aggressive than need be. He cracks that egg pretty violently. His eyes linger on the fire just a bit too long before he's distracted or someone draws near and he offers an easygoing sort of smile that doesn't actually reach his eyes.

"Did you bring back anything good, dear?" he asks, already leaning into the humor of his position as 'stay at home' chef of the campground thus far. He could hunt, sure, but why do all that work when he can stay here instead? He can cook whatever people bring if they can't. They both get to eat. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement!

↝ an audience you didn't ask for.

He didn't seem to get the memo about the skinny dipping or orgy at the lake. While he came to get away from the main campgrounds and brood contemplate, it seems several others had far different expectations. Far be it from him to stop anyone from having their amorous fun out in nature. As a younger man, he'd indulged in that very whim himself quite a few times.

Now, though? He lacks a partner or really any motivation to find one. Instead, he'll participate by finding a place to sit and observe. Some people are into that, right? Being watched? Unfortunately, because he's him and doesn't know how to shut up, he also can't help but commentate.

You can feel free to hear such taunts or heckling as:

• "Come on, man, put your back into it. Mine is bad and I could do better than that."


• "You might as well head into the lake with how dry this performance is."


• "I wouldn't recommend that position- It's fun in theory, but your thighs won't thank you for it later."


• "Oh, you poor thing. You don't know how to tell someone is faking it."


• ... and more!

If he gets a rise out of someone who confronts him about this, good. He needed something a bit more intense to distract him from his own thoughts out here anyway.

↝ blood on the tongue.

( █ cw for: body horror, likely dubcon, potential for non-con, gore )As the moon turns its crimson gaze upon the campgrounds, Ardyn feels the shift in himself before any physical changes. "If I were you," he says, to anyone near as he brings a hand to his head, "I would run."

Usually, he keeps himself in check where he can. He tries so hard to not let The Scourge have too much of a foothold lest he lose himself to it. It doesn't always work, but he tries.But for the first time in a while, that control lapses. It's ripped away from out under him in a deluge of strange, albeit not foreign instincts. If anything, it's the Scourge's natural drive for ruination within him but amplified.

His fingers tear forth on into dripping, black claws. The fur that starts to line his body is also inky in color but also quite literally. It shines with the tinge of the Scourge seeping forth from his pores as he changes. White sclera turns black and poison pours from his waterline, his maw now full of razor sharp fangs and a longer, thicker tongue than he's used to.

He tears into the earth beneath him and brings his head up to roar over the snapping, elongating, and shifting of bones. When the transformation seems to be complete, he lets out a loud huff of visible air in the cold night. Yellow eyes dart up though and immediately scan for the first target they can find.

He meant it when he advised them to run. He's driven by nothing but instinct now and lunges immediately.

↝ wildcard / plot with me.

(( hello hi it's chai again. please mind the CWs and know that Ardyn himself uhhh tends to come with a lot, but we can hash those out when we get there! you can find me in the same places tentamenace, tentamenace on discord, or PM this journal! ))

Blood on the tongue- because those trigger warnings practically call for my muse lol

[8chohakkai8]

For many, the warning would have surely instilled fear. It would have triggered a prey instinct to survive, flee, and get out before it was too late. But Arden wasn't the only one who fell prey to the blood moon's effects. Although not physically changing in an outright bestial manner, Hakkai's own senses were going off in a way that made it impossible to walk away.

One predator does not simply encroach on another's territory without repercussion.

A small smile tugged at his lips at the sight, a glimpse of fangs flashing in warning in response to the beast that stood before him. A single glowing cat's eye narrowed as it focused on this new challenge.

"My, my, how scary," he spoke out, his tone civil and polite but underlying a sense of danger. His head tilted, the vine-like markings that decorated his skin moved and shifted as if it were a living creature. His hand reaches out and tenses, sharp claws extending only longer in anticipation. "To think people just allow their pet dogs to roam free."

gaku maruko | the hundred line | new player

[partyvibes]

1. waking up

[ gaku wakes up in a completely foreign place with no recollection of how he got there for the second time in less than 100 days, and he's torn between freaking the hell out and letting out the most tired groan of all time. what the fuck, dude, can this just stop already??? just let him go home and be a productive member of society again! it's all he's asking!!!

this particular place also happens to be the shittiest tent he's ever seen (even though according to this smart watch thing he's somehow wearing this is supposed to be a 5 star resort?? hello??), because of friggin' course it is. the universe has always had it out for him, why would that change now!! even the sex stuff seems like it's just there to mock his horny virgin ass, and he hastily shoves it all under his crappy hay pillow to get it out of his immediate sight. ]

Uggghhh, why do I always have such rotten luck...

2. making it work

[ later on, he's sitting huffily on a tree stump outside his lame-ass tent in his flannel robe, hand stitching what looks to be a pair of pants out of the smoothest fabric he's been able to find. he... actually seems to know exactly what he's doing and is pretty damn quick with this needle. like, this isn't going to be any project runway shit here, but it's shaping up to be a passable pair of pants.

if you stop to watch his work, he'll self-consciously move his knees a little closer together (christ he can't wait to finish these pants!!) but look over at you with a slight eyebrow raise as he keeps stitching. ]

FYI, I do take commissions.

3. cooking

[ fortunately, cooking is another of gaku's fortes! as much as this camping trip sucks, he's got a surprising number of skills that are coming in handy here, which is a little bit of a self esteem boost.

he's got a nice mushroom and vegetable stir fry cooking over the fire tonight (without meat, because hunting with old-fashioned weapons is unfortunately not one of his talents). nothing fancy, but it smells pretty great! and it's clearly intended to feed more than one person, so. he'll look over to whoever else might be hovering around the fire this evening. ]

Hey. Should be plenty of this to go around if you want any.

4. blood moon

[ well. he is, as far as he knows, blessedly unaffected by whatever the hell this red moon is doing to people, but he's not blind to it, and the first time he catches a glimpse of someone who's transformed passing by him, he'll look around wide-eyed and grab the nearest normal-looking person to loudly whisper: ]

Dude, was that a freakin' werewolf??

5. wildcard

[ hit me with whatever or message me (pm or glodell) with any questions/ideas! i'm going to be at a business conference for a few days so i'll probably be slow to reply but i'm happy to plot stuff! ]

4

[berserkio]

[ someone or something blows right past him in a way that causes him to reach for his trusty and favored weapon but... unfortunately he's got nothing but his fists. they'd work in a pinch but he's got more pressing issues, such as: ]

A freakin' what?

[ we're going to have to define what is and isn't normal around here, but basilio feels pretty normal for the most part even though there's a distinct lack of recognizable tribes. but if he's uncomfortable with that, it doesn't show--- even when there's someone grabbing onto him like he's going to protect them from whatever they're surprised by.

also he's not bothering to keep his voice quiet. whatever it was should be more afraid of him??? ]

sharaku toushuusai | Tengoku Struggle -strayside- | new player

[ukiyoes]

a. home on the range

[ Sharaku managed to nab some fruits from the communal offerings, but he can do one better than just eat them. That's boooring. So! He's making some nice, cold fruit juice.

...Actually, where did he get the ice? Oh, from the basket of frozen solid fruit. Neat! ...Wait, how-- (Ice powers.) The frosted over produce actually look really pretty, but unless someone wants the sting of frostbite from either the fruit or Sharaku, it's not a smart idea don't try to just grab one. He knows that they're not under any danger of being taken, so he's just gonna be chill (ha) while shaking a pitcher to mix it up. There are some extra cups and mugs on the table, which would mean... ]

If you want something refreshing, it'll cost you~ I'll take cooked food, an actual pillow, or... a night in one of those nice tents. That last one might get you a little extra, even.

[ He winks as he says that in a lightly suggestive tone. Someone picked up how this place operates (unfortunately). Or he's just... like that. Both? Yeah. ]

b. roughing it - lake time

[ With some basic skills, Sharaku made a net to do some extra efficient fishing. Trade off the extras for some other nice things, it was a nice plan. Except now he's using his net to catch some of the festive litter drifting about, frowning. Maybe people can ignore it to enjoy their lake time, but not him. Keeping his hair tied back with a serviceable, non-offensive bandana he found amongst the lost beachwear, he's doing some community service while knee-deep in the water, muttering under his breath. ]

This is disgusting. I'm sure it was a freaky pool party, but they could at least clean this crap up after?

[ He catches something in the water with his hand... and it's a fancy bikini top. Nope, it's just garbage without someone around to actually lose it. Yeet (into the trash net). ]

c. howling (not really)

[ Sharaku actually has a coworker/friend who transforms into a wolf, this isn't that weird of a thing to him. He'll never tell that coworker he's a good friend kind of cute in that form and it's really relaxing to brush out his fur. They just chill out, it's nice. That said, he never would want to have a power like Kiku's for himself, as he learns right now and partially transformed. He doesn't even get to be a wolf! ]

Ugh, really?

[ The curled tail behind him and the rounded shape of the ears atop his head would imply... he's a were-spitz or a were-pom. Some sort of cute dog. That's so humiliating. Frustrating even, because yeah he can feel the other side effects but doesn't want to deal with them like this. He has some pride! Whenever someone approaches him, his ears are low and so is his temperament. A fussy kind of pooch left out to fend for himself... ]

I don't know how animal hierarchies work and I don't care to learn, so beat it. I will bite.

[ "--and not in the fun way" would be what he'd add if he was in a better mood. It feels like he's running a fever, but more nagging in a way he doesn't want to handle the way it suggests. It's worse when he's already terrible terrible with heat thanks to an icy disposition. ]

d. wildcard option

[[ feel free to set up something else here or send this account a pm for some plotting! i also don't mind if these get into nsfw territory so long as there's some buildup. kinklist is here, and i personally would prefer the minimum age to be 17 (sharaku's physical age is 18) but otherwise, go nuts. ]]

a

[smokeandglasses]

[Well he is a 4 and his tent is shit, so that's not going to get him any free drinks. His cooking isn't the best either...]

...I'll burn down any competition that shows up. Fair?

[Ali is a businessman and should know better, threatening to destroy competition violates several laws, but it's warm and he wants a cool drink.]

zelos wilder ❆ tales of symphonia ❆ returning character

[luxuriant]

❆ i. glamping, baby

( It doesn't matter what sort of tent you may have been set up with; if you're one of the poor unfortunate souls in the general vicinity of this particular redhead's tent, you're bound to suffer. After all, not only does Zelos' tent expand far past what any normal bedroom or tent should, but he's also taken it upon himself to set some things up outside the tent, as well. Lounge chairs, a space heater, an outdoor TV, his own personal firepit (cutely smaller than the main one), and a radio that is currently blasting some kind of Golden Peacock brand acoustic music. Though he's arrived in nothing but a long, red gingham flannel robe, he's managed to at least acquire some sort of a speedo to wear underneath it. Which means that he feels absolutely shameless about lounging back in one of his cushioned camping lounge chairs, enjoying the heating and massage functions it apparently comes with. )

Yo! ( Anyone who happens upon him and his scene here receive a cheeky little salute with that greeting. Magnanimous soul that he is, though, he gestures cheerily to the chair right next to him, smirk spreading into an almost-grin as he folds one leg over his other. ) This seat's free.

( No, he does not see any problem with his noise pollution, thank you very much. )

❆ ii. a day on the lake
( could make it sexy if you want, but will assume it's just for the gag unless you say otherwise )

( Those who have wandered away from the campsite to enjoy some peace and quiet will, unfortunately, not be freed from the noises of the great Zelos Wilder. This time, though, it's at least a little less his fault. Anyone on the lake, or nearby it, will see a bright flash of his long, red hair smearing by them as they look out and over the water, followed by the dramatic sounds of his yelling. A closer look will reveal a few key details. First, he's completely naked, as he was absolutely skinny dipping to end up in this situation, so the only thing on him is the crystal embedded in his chest. Second, he's being completely launched around by a rather excited tentacle. Left, right, in circles, splashing under the water, tossing him and catching him right after. Third...

Well, Fernando seems to think this is some kind of foreplay, from the way he's squirming all over. Stray tentacles are lashing out, absolutely at risk of feeling up anyone who passes by, so it'll take someone with a little more accuracy to get to the increasingly dizzy Chosen being tossed about. At the very least, though, there appear to be breaks in the whole, whipping him around thing! Moments where he's held upside down in the air, instead, tentacle wrapped a little too firmly around his body and squirming further. )

Don't just— ( Uh oh, he's spotted whoever it is looking his way! So of course he's calling for help... between being dunked under the water? Is this really foreplay? Blub blub— ) —stand there! Doooooo somethiiiiiiiing!!!

❆ iii. wildcard

( Potentially bringing him back, depending on how I can balance things with my hellish work schedule! Hit me up if you want to plot anything special, or just slap whatever wildcard you want! He also likes to angst quietly out in the darkness of the night, but the loud top levels are easier to write engagingly. )

—ᴏᴠᴇʀsɪᴢᴇ

[luxuriant]

( It's a little disorienting, to appear in this place after... how long? He doesn't know how long. He can feel it, he thinks, in the way he stretches, the way his body readjusts to the movement. Of course, that could just be his imagination, but it's hard to shake the idea that it could be possible when he looks around and sees so many new faces. So many new ones...

But there's gotta be at least one familiar one.

It would be easy, he thinks, to scour the camp for him. To run around, peering into tents, peeking around trees, ducking his head in the lake, all just to catch a glimpse of those long legs, or that white head of hair. Even as he listens with senses that shouldn't be his, there's too much noise to filter past, but some part of himself is determined to believe that he couldn't be here. And so? The first step... is preparing.

He spends the next chunk of time doing just that. The fire pit is the key location for all of his prep, where he quickly sweet talks his way into enough set up space to begin creating his masterpiece. Graham crackers, chocolate, marshmallows, more chocolate, more graham crackers, more marshmallows— he stacks his s'more so high that it's about the size of his own face before he considers it completed. And then, setting it atop his paper plate, he sets on his mission: find the man in question!

Turns out, it doesn't take long. Could it be... fate? Or maybe he just toasted so many marshmallows it drove whispers to bring the sweets fiend closer? Whatever it is, Zelos spots him from across the campsite, and cups one hand to his mouth to call as loudly and drawn out as possible. )

SAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOOORUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!

( Nobody else liked that. But that's fine; Zelos is busy trying to see if Gojo is going to approach him, or if he's going to have to take this mega s'more on a little run. )

doppo kannonzaka | hypnosis mic | new player

[doppomine]

1. Wrrrryp what you sew idk

[ This may have been the twelfth time Doppo has let out a sigh...within the last hour. While part of him is slowly staring accept the new setting, the other part still believes this is a dream. ]

Ahhh, it would make sense I'd have a dream like this...stuck in a place I don't know, with absolutely nothing on me, starting from the very bottom... [ It's as if the only thing that followed him from back home is the dark rain cloud whenever he gets into this negative headspace. He'd been trying to thread this stupid thing for a while now. He's clearly out of his element. ]

...all that work I put in, enduring every stupid complaint Baldy would throwing...all of that and I end up here, in a place like this... [ He tries to remember some of the exercises Jakurai would encourage him to do. There are other people here. He can't give the impression that he's a lunatic. Breath in. Breath out. ]

In....out....In... FUUUCK!! - ouch! [ How long had he been fisting this needle for it to break in his hand? He looks at the little tool... ]

...ahaha...broken...haaa...

2. Eggcellent Memories

[ Cooking is another skill that Doppo could improve on if he didn't clock-in overtime every time. If it weren't for Hifumi doing the cooking and house chores, Doppo would be going home with food from the convenience store every night. Although honestly, compared to what he's trying to do here, convenience store food sounds amazing right now. Or even better, Hifumi's home cooking.

It's just an egg. It can't be that hard to screw up, right? The heat is low enough for him to monitor in a way that's actually kind of calming. Is this how Hifumi feels when he cooks? ]

3. A Title Here for the Halibut

[ The egg situation didn't really go so well, so Doppo opts for something that he knows provides him some measure of joy. Fishing is something he would do with Hifumi and Jakurai, provided he had time off. They'd drive out with their rods and sit and chat away while waiting for any of them to get a bite. It was time off well spent... mostly. Every activity here so far just makes Doppo even more homesick and fishing is no exception. Still, he quietly sits by the dock with his fishing rod out, contemplating the situation...and wondering if he has accrued enough vacation days to cover his absence. ] I'm...going to get fired for sure...

4. Wild Salmon Card

( Hello hello. Feel free to PM this journal if you have any questions/ideas! Doppo has a permissions page that also links to a kink list here. He is obviously prone to putting himself own as a result of working a corporate job, but is otherwise a polite and nice guy. He also raps although he doesn't have his mic here... )

1

[ukiyoes]

[ He was busy patching up something for himself when he heard either the eleventh sigh or the fifth complaint. He's about to yell at the guy to stop whining--

Only for Doppo to sound like he might have hurt himself. Geez, that gets a wince out of Sharaku. Now he'd feel bad for yelling at the guy... He'd be a Baldy number 2, and he's not even bald! So he sighs for himself and walks over to the overworked redhead. ]

...I can give you my needle, but show me your fingers.

[ In his hand that he holds out, it's a perfect normal, just gently used needle. It's even pre-threaded since he had extra from finishing his project. ]

You don't want to get blood everywhere, right?

yin yu | tgcf

[shovels]

CAMPING — NOT ALL TENTS ARE EQUAL

Excuse me.

[ —the hell? where did this guy come from? your tent is so small, so shabby, you definitely would have noticed someone approaching, and yet you hadn't heard a peep until literally this very moment, when the flap of said tent had been carefully pulled aside, allowing for this man to tentatively pop his head in. ]

I'm sorry for bothering you, but are you amenable to switching?

[ he trails off, taking a half-step back so that he might be able to gesture with a hand the tent he wishes to switch yours for: and whatever you were thinking it'd look like, you're wrong. turns out yin yu had been saddled ("saddled") with one of the large, glamorous tents. so why the hell is he asking for your dinky one? ]

ACTIVITIES — WOOD-CUTTING

[ obviously, yin yu did not participate in the competition. though his wrist is now free of that cursed shackle, he is still far too out of practice to make use of the strength his previous godhood might have once bestowed on him. not only that, but he would hardly qualify for the second half of the competition's requirements. and last, but most certainly not least: he would surely wither under the attention.

but he is practical enough to recognize an opportunity when it presents himself. and shrewd and lacking in shame enough to seize it without hesitation. and so he waits until the winner has been named and the competition winds down, and all other attention has drifted elsewhere before slipping towards the competition stage. less of a stage and rather more of a clearing, really, but littered with piles and piles of perfectly reasonable wood that would surely make for a warmer evening. he begins the methodic process of plucking up and cradling each piece, until he has gathered a hearty bunch bundled up against his chest.

it is only then that he notices a pair of eyes on him, which immediately causes him to straighten up. he — doesn't look guilty, no. but rather more like he's expecting a reprimand anyway. ]

Nobody else seemed to be using them...

ACTIVITIES — SHOWERS

[ as luck would have it, yin yu manages to find a free stall with enough hot water left to soothe the chill that had begun to settle in his bones. the previous night's crisp weather worked deep beneath his skin, forcing him to admit that despite the meager arrangements he'd had for himself back in the ghost city, he was still far used to comfort than he originally thought. so much for living humbly, he had thought to himself, waking up to an ache in his back and a chill down his spine.

but, pleasant as the water might have been on the skin, he quickly realizes that luck is merely the great equalizer here, because the stall is void of any kind of amenities that would allow for a proper wash. surely the guests weren't meant to have their own? he highly doubts any of those lubes doubled as a cleanser...

stifling a sigh, he reluctantly turns to his stall-mate. the walls are tall enough he can't see over, but he can hear the showerheard running just fine. ]

Hello, pardon me. Do you happen to have any soap in your stall...?

ETC

( a brief run-down on yin yu: he is a banished god working in the ghost realm, so others who are spiritually sensitive may be able to sense that about him. he has also been known to be remarkably unremarkable, forgettable, and so plain (despite? being "attractive?" idk man) that most people don't even notice him. preferences are ota, typical hard no's apply. ask if unsure! )

camping

[smokeandglasses]

[Ali isn't exactly happy with the tent he ended up with- a shabby one, something befitting of his '4 of diamonds' rank based on the archaic rules here- but he isn't going to just go with a trade suddenly. Especially not when it seems like such an unfair trade. Surely there is a catch here.]

I'm open to the thought of trading, but why do you want to? Yours is such better quality.

[Ali himself looks unremarkable as well, pretty average in height, build, and even hair color. His red eyes are the only thing unusual about him in fact, being the only visible hint that he is more than 'average man'.]

mitsuru kirijo | persona 3 | queen ❤️

[icequeenly]

⛺ 1. Camping

I.
[ Looking at Mitsuru right now, this is clearly someone who is almost entirely out of their element. Her mood hasn't exactly been improved by her accommodation and she still looks a little uncomfortable once she steps outside. ]

Well, this is certainly... rustic.

[ Oh god, someone please get her out of here.

As a queen at least she got the ridiculously luxurious tent - which will be confirmed by anyone who decides to come up and take a peek. She might be open to roomies if yours sucks? ]

II.
[ Someone's got to take charge and make sure that the supplies they have are rationed out and shared equally. Organising at least is something she feels comfortable and more familiar with, even if the setting isn't. She's making the best of the situation.

Even if some of these ingredients have her slightly baffled. Canned ham? She holds the offending item, studying the label with no small amount of bewilderment and maybe disgust. ]

I don't think I've ever seen anything with such a long expiration date. How exactly does one consume this?

III.
[ Looks like you're paired up with her on this little expedition to hunt down some food. She's carrying an axe, which she's not entirely confident about wielding but she'll make it work. Unfortunately swords weren't really an option for hunting...

Besides, she can always freeze any targets with her Persona. ]

What exactly do you think a "snoggleboff" is? If it even exists at all...

🔥 2. Roughing It

I.
[ It's early morning and of course a certain someone isn't used to not having a never ending supply of hot water. Apparently she hasn't arrived quite early enough to catch what little hot water there actually is.

That is precisely why there is a sudden shriek of alarm from inside one of the stalls. ]

What the-?!

II.
[ Add fishing to the list of things Mitsuru Kirijo has never done before in her life. She's at least doing a decent job of pretending she is in any way used to holding a fishing rod. Even as she takes a seat on the pier and then... has no idea how she's supposed to initiate this.

Someone want to give her a casting lesson? And no, she hasn't baited it yet. ]

...Have you done this before?

III.
[ It's late, a lot of people are getting naked and diving into the sparkling moonlit waters. It does look refreshing.

Not that Mitsuru is getting naked yet.

Instead you'll find her seated by the campfire, trying to ignore all of the moaning and various other noises coming from the direction of the lake. ]

Wildcard
(( Feel free to hit me with something else that takes your fancy! Just shoot me a PM. I've gone for more gen rather than smutty options this time around but I'm definitely open to the latter if anything naturally heads in that direction. ))

Lets rough it (fireside)

[drugsnotclubs]

[While he'd never been camping in his life, Shinjiro was at least halfway capable of handling it: He knows you can't start a fire directly on a full-ass log, that you can't just eat anything laying around, and that it gets cold as hell at night. Which is why he's approaching one of the campfires that's still going. And maybe because he had seen Mitsuru watching the dark figures rolling in the moonlit water.

It's been a while since they've talked. He's not sure if he's been avoiding her or vice versa or both or neither and they just run in different circles and places. Whatever. He approaches, the glow of the fire lighting him dramatically as he offers a small, steaming mug to Mitsuru.]

Here. Even if you don't wanna drink it, it'll keep your hands warm.

[Because hot chocolate was apparently limitless and always warm and ready, even if the showers are not. He looks out towards the silhouettes on the lake for a moment, brows growing up as someone is hefted entirely in the air, wrapped up in some kind of... tendrils. Wild. Deciding not to think any more on it, he goes ahead and sits on one of the chairs next to her, uninvited, and holding his own warm mug close to himself.]

You been surviving so far?

Monkey D. Luffy | One Piece | New Player New? Character Fresh Meat

[tensibility]

Roughing It: Bear Hunt

Luffy--at least this incarnation of him--is new. Outside of waking up in a shabby tent (not unheard of, didn't phase him) and without his crew nearby (absolutely NOT expected, did cause a bit of panic) he's faring pretty well. Did he bother finding any means to read up on anything regarding his arrival? No. Did he ask anyone that seemed mildly knowledgeable? That would also be a 'no'.

All of that might explain his confusion and disappointment at discovering that the 'bear' he's hunting is not a literal feral bear.

"Where's the fun in that? I wanted to fight one." He side-eyes the poor unfortunate 'bear' he had been tracking. "I mean I could still fight you if you wanted but you don't exactly look like you deserve it."

And that just implies that he will absolutely rock your shit. If you earn it.

Outside Camp

The safe haven of the campgrounds eventually loses its luster for Luffy, ever the adventure seeker. And soon too does the surrounding tree lines. Though that doesn't keep him from literally slingshotting through the branches to pilfer bushels of apples to gleefully shove into his greedy maw.

Eventually, as only his thrill seeking self can manage, his wanderings lead him to the yawning mouth of a darkened cave. You know, the kind of place normal people avoid on principle.

"Helloooooo~" The yellow echoes inward and outward from where Luffy stands at the entrance. The sound is quickly followed by the soft shishishi of his laughter.

"You coming or what?" It's a simple question, casually thrown over his shoulder as he takes the first step into the dark. A challenge or an invitation? That all depends on how you chose to take it.

The Blood Moon Rises

Luffy is nothing if not a creature of both instinct and impulse. So when the moon rises, full and heavy and calling for him to come and see...He listens.

Nothing happens. At first. He just feels warm and his body wants to move. He sways there in the moonlight, moving to a distant beat only he can hear. He's abandoned his shirt somewhere in the process of trying to get outside, and the scar on his chest on full display glows pale and pink in the soft light. His hair seems to dance in the wind, or it looks that way until one takes the time to notice that it too has a faint glow--white and coiling like clouds.

He says nothing when approached, though his swaying stills and the muscles of his back and shoulders tense. A hunter sensing his prey. It's almost instantaneous when the tension he's carrying uncoils and his attention snaps towards whomever chanced upon him. His eyes mirror the moon--sharp, red, and hungry.

Outside Camp

[shanksyourfeels]

Luffy isn't the only one who finds sitting still too long boring. Shanks can do it if he's knocked out from alcohol, or sleeping off a hangover, but otherwise, especially in this place, he gets consistently antsy. So, of course, he's around the cave because he recently left. So far, it was many shiny - Buggy would like it - and he didn't touch the hair crease. He was tempted.... That's part of why he left. Some part of him thinks it might not be wise. But he wants to.

And, now, it looks like the universe sent him the one person that might influence that curiosity for the worst.

Sure, he can tell something in this person isn't the Luffy he's used to, but it's still Luffy, and a Luffy is a Luffy. All Luffys are his dear friend from ten years ago - nothing changes that, so far.

His tone is full of amusement, with a thread of teasing, as he answers, "Just left. But if you need the company, then...of course, I'll go with you."

He might sound a bit gentler, be a bit shorter and smaller, but he's still Shanks, still a pirate, still an adventurer and still adores Luffy after all this time.

Shinjiro Aragaki | Persona 3 | 2♦ (Current Player)

[drugsnotclubs]

[Hello hello! Shinjiro’s top level is open to all. Gen and CR building is always welcome, as I’m still fairly-ish new! I’m down with m/f, m/m, m/x, whatever– i just like there to be a half-semblance of a pretext for smut. (It can be the thinnest pretext ever.) Here are some handy links!!]
Info Page ♢ Permissions/Contact ♢ Kinklist ]

FOOD PREP

(cw: fish…. Gore???? It's cleaning a fish.)

[Shinjiro has seen entirely too many people spear a whole fish on a stick and put it blindly on a stick to roast– or just stare at their catch, as though having no idea how a wriggling, slippery animal transforms into a nice little filet. And so he’s set up near one of the lakeside fires with one of the shit knives, a flat piece of wood he’d found, and some water pails repurposed for fish guts and rinsing to actually clean the things for people.]

All these idiots gonna give themselves parasites….

[Or, more likely, end up sick or ingesting whatever disgusting aphrodisiac runoff the fish in this place had to be swimming in. He’s efficient and meticulous with the work- thinly slicing the belly of the fish (bitching about the dull blade the whole time,) towards the head, and running a finger through to clear out the stomach and intestines, scraping out the guts with a nail. It only takes a few minutes and dunks in the water to rinse out blood and the like, before another little lake fish is done. If you’re caught walking off with a fish in hand, he might call you out, too:]

Hey.

[It sounds kind of aggressive??]

You know how to cook that thing?

[Surely the surly looking man holding a knife (-with his shirt stained with a combination of lake water, fish guts, and the glistening scales that had rubbed off on him,) has some great words of wisdom or something. Or will at least prepare the fish for you.]

ROUGHING IT

Like. Really rough. Please let him sleep on your floor.

[As always at the Peacock, there’s a sort of castel structure. High cards get fancy things, low cards do not. So he isn’t terribly surprised at the shitty lean-to that was meant to serve as a shelter for… however long they’re stuck here. There’s a single blanket under it? And a small basket with an array of lube and condom packets, cockrings, vibrators, buttplugs, lengths of rope, a ballgag, some sort of ratcheting strap mechanism that he’s pretty sure is to anchor to two trees and hang the rest of the strappy parts from in some sort of sex swing situation. You know, the basics that the Peacock saw fit to provide.

Obviously it’s time to make some other arrangements. While he has plenty of layers (as he’s Always Freezing)– enough to get him through most of the trip– he’s absolutely gonna want to find someplace else to stay ASAP. And he’ll even work on deconstructing the “tent" to possibly use the canvas and ropes to reinforce the tent of whoever he can convince to let him. Which means it’s time to start scoping out places to metaphorically couch-surf.

He put anything useful in the middle of the folded canvas (The ropes, a few carabiners, the ratcheting strap thing from the sex swing–) and set out to scope things around.

Got a half-decent tent set up? He absolutely might ask to crash in the corner for a night. He’ll even make dinner/breakfast! Great deal, right???]

LUMBERJACK DUTY

It can’t be that hard?

[Cutting firewood should be easy. Half the weapons he uses to fight are axes. But they’re not this… small. The handles aren’t so wooden. The eye of it not so loose. The whole thing not so… small and flimsy. So of course when he thunks the axe into the log he had been looking to split, the blade of it sinks deeply in– but when he plants a foot to try and pull the axe back out, the handle splits, leaving the blunted, half-rusted, shitty useless head planted firmly in the log.]

….That’s the axe’s fault.

[It’s so??? Shitty?? It’s absolutely not the fact that he has no idea how to cut firewood. Or that he probably used way too much strength, far more used to battle axes that were almost as tall as he is. Definitely the bad quality of the axe. He looks to the bare wooden haft in his hand, sighs, and, throws it onto the pile of firewood. Hey, why let it go to waste? The axe may be broken, but the handle could probably burn as well as anything they were chopping.]

Hope we got more of those things… You wanna give the next one a try?

[Worst case scenario they can sexily split logs by hand. ]

LAKESIDE AFTERNOON

Here there be… tentacle monsters?

[After a few days, it’s honestly gotten kind of… boring. Not that Shinjiro minds. He’s pretty comfortable just hanging out and doing fuckall, and has kind of defaulted to it as an activity here. Sitting in one of the lakeside chairs, watching people fuck up at fishing, or try and go for a swim only to scream and startle as a fish touches them– or gasp and moan as whatever the fuck is under the surface of the water, twists around them, explores them, clearly gets them the fuck off, if the people who continue returning are anything to go by

At least today he’s at least slightly busy. While he arrived with clothes, it was only the single outfit (multilayered as it is–) so he’s stolen some of the cheap soap from the showers and is working on scrubbing at his shirt in the shallows of the lake. Behind him is a few more articles left to wash, though he’s clearly rotating them so he doesn’t have to just wash it all at once bareass naked in the middle of the campground.]

Wonder if there’s any kind of line anywhere… [It’s murmured to himself, but he’s distracted by yet another person crying out in pleasure at the attentions of the lake beast, cheered on by the small group of people hanging around in small boats or intertubes. Must be a party.]

….They really seem to love that thing, huh. [Is it curiosity about the tentacle monster? Is it just being weirded out? Who knows, to be honest. He sure doesn’t.

Not quite seriously, he’ll look over..]

You plan on checking it out?

BLOODMOON

[Yo! Contact me if you want a monsterfucking prompt….! Shinjiro can play monster or human, whatever we want to do. (I have two threads rn where he is monster tho, so I would love to play the other side, but you know whatever.) I’d like to hash out things to work out how bestial VS humanesque people are OK with (A straight up quadrapedal monster? An anthro/furry? Just some ears and a tail?) as well as make a general plan for the thread, especially if we don’t have any CR. I don’t want to break Shinjiro’s soul too much, so if he’s monster, I’d like to avoid non-con or dub-con that is TOO dubious, but if he’s human he doesn’t respect himself so whatever is fine. Thumbs up!!!!]

Lakeside Afternoon!

[8chohakkai8]

Oh, most certainly not.

[The man, shrouded entirely in a makeshift multilayered concoction of fabrics, replied.

Hakkai was one of the lucky ones to grab a decent chunk of cloth at the campground during the first couple of days, which certainly worked out for him because of... reasons

But as grateful as he was for adequate coverage, plenty of things still made him feel pretty uncomfortable.

Whatever was happening in the lake in front of them just now? That was undoubtedly one of them ]

I can't believe so many people are actively running towards it.

Troy Dantes | OC | Returning character and player

[lakan]

• INFO:

[ A former black-ops supersoldier who specialized in battling supernatural entities, but after some years retiring from that life, living with his guilt, and denying his divine attributes - Troy has started fresh in a new planet called Midgard where he is asked to become a commander for its small defense force. He was in Golden Peacock previously when at the point of his life where he was just starting out as a commander, but now he's back after a few years into that role and has regained some of his older self. He leans less on his chill and relaxed self and more towards his commanding soldier side, but overall still a mellow fellow.

Troy is in his mid-30s as a heads-up, with a M/F lean. Info and kinks in his journal! ]

I. HOME ON THE RANGE:

[ Just outside of the wooden shed, Troy stands and watches the other guests around him as they collectively decide on what to do. The supplies aren't going to last, and there's too many mouths to feed. To the people of this world, he's only been gone for a little over a month, but to Troy, more than five years has passed in his home world. He remembers some faces, but only seeing some for the first time. Combined with his sudden return to this world, Troy can't help but feel a little lost on what to do next. He clenches his jaw, hands on his hips as he looks at the shed and to the people in the camp grounds. It wasn't until he gives a resigned sigh that he retreats to his usual instinct of being a man of action.

He strides towards the wooden shed, seeing other people in there among some supplies for fishing and hunting. ]

Alright, I'm going hunting. If any of you can keep up or just want to get your steps in, you're welcome to join me.

[ Despite his relaxed manner of speaking Troy is an experienced archer and a hunter. He immediately grabs a bow and a scant few arrows he can see, giving whoever wishes to join him a soft nod and a smile. ]

II. IN CAMP - WOOD-CHOPPING CONTEST:

[ Now this is interesting. He's experienced in wood-chopping as he regularly does it at home, so it is a tempting activity for Troy to feel more at home in this strange hotel. The large payout is just a nice bonus. He managed to scrounge up a snug t-shirt for this, with some shorts that could barely reach down his knees, so he's already kind of showing off his physique without intending it. Troy is quick to volunteer to join, picking up a splitting axe like it's second nature for him to hold it.

Troy splits some small stuff with ease; his experience showing in the precision of his form and the way the axe strikes accurately down the middle every time. Eventually he's asked to split entire log that is tall enough to reach his hips, and wide enough to compare to him. He chuckles at the challenge, taking the sleeves of his robe off and letting them hang around his sides where the waist tie is. Shamelessly showing his glistened physique and the scars that came with it, Troy chops down the middle with his axe. He expels his breath out loud with each drop of the axe. The strength of his back make each blow echo, with dust kicking off of the trunk from the force of impact.

Troy's chest heaves with his breathes, uttering some curses under his breath like he would during a hard training session. He chuckles quietly, wiping off the sweat off his brow and taking a breather to look at someone from the audience with a warm smile. ]

Hey, how's it goin'? I didn't get you with a flying splinter did I?

[ Get back on it, Troy. ]

III. IN CAMP - BEAR HUNTING:

[ Showing off his strength and physique earned Troy the role of bear for this game, making him feel some slight regret as he runs through the forest. Being a hunter, he can easily put himself in the shoes of the hunted. But when otherworldly powers are thrown into the mix, then things get complicated. He isn't sure what abilities the other guests have and how much of it they will use to get the promised big payout, so he treats this game a little more seriously than he should.

He makes use of stones or anything he can throw to create noises of distraction, throwing them against trees and making them bounce, or at bushes to make them rustle. Of course, this means his focus is going to be diverted elsewhere for brief moments at a time, leaving him open for cunning hunters. Feeling confident in his survival, Troy turns around only to find a net falling on him. ]

Oh come on!

IV. PACKING UP - FIRST AID:

[ He can't believe it's over. He'll be back to the hotel soon, with thoughts of how much of it has changed while he was gone sitting at the sides of his mind. Troy sighs as he watches the first aid tent, then entering it quietly to see other guests with light injuries that need attending. He talks to some staff and volunteers himself for duties that could use some hands, and he is assigned to wash up and bandage some patients by the make shift shower tent next door.

Troy shows up and meets his first patient behind the curtain. He clears his throat to announce his presence, and lowers his voice to a gentle timbre ]

Hey there. I'm Troy Dantes, just uh, here to help you wash up before we patch up your injuries. I'm coming in now, okay?

V. WILDCARD:

[ I'm open to other prompts or other takes of the ones above, so feel free to hit me with whatever or discuss ideas with me beforehand! I'm easily reachable at onlypuns or you can ask my Discord. I'm down for Troy transforming to a were-animal, or threading with one but I'm picky so let's talk that one out first please. ]

III

[smokeandglasses]

[If anyone asks, Ali is absolutely not participating in this "bear hunt" in any way, shape, or fashion. It is only coincidence that he happens to be in this part of the woods currently. He is not at all interested in any big, strong, burly men that might be playing the part of a bear for this.

But thankfully that coincidence means he's not far away when Troy gets caught in a falling net, and when he hears that familiar voice he hurries right on over.]

Oh hey, it's been a while.

[Ali's sense of time passing isn't the best, and in his mind it's just been a few weeks since they last spoke.]

Sunday | Honkai: Star Rail | New Character, New Player

[dayseraphim]

i. awaking up with you (arrival?)

This was a conundrum. First was waking up to being in a bathrobe, divested of everything else. Not even an iron! Could you believe this? The creases on this cotton robe aren't even equal. The thread count of it is bordering on abysmal.

He did wake up in a green tent of basic squalor. There were some amenities, but then again, what was he supposed to expect? This place was practically destitute.

He can't remember the last time he's exposed his ankles outside of the shower. Or showed the least bit of skin. He's tried to find a scarf or a set of long pants, but he isn't particularly skilled at sewing. It's like a peeled grape is being exposed to the elements with nothing but its shoddy insides spilled out, juice for company.

The trials are utterly insurmountable. As with the warm body beside him. He can't even explain the mortification of it, even if he tries to move out of the way, slowly, carefully - but forgets to turn off the light source - his damn halo, out of the way.

ii. home on the range

That is to say, creature comforts in Penacony have been, at least, available. He's proven to be exceptionally poor at it, if the items around him are of any note. A tent has been painstaking set up, even if it does appear a little shabby. It had taken so much effort to try to prop the heavy poles up. He isn't prone to such... Outdoorsman behavior.

Hunting has been given to him as a choice, too, but he can't say that inflicting harm on the local wildlife... Or these, snoggleboffs has been a pleasant thought. At least, he's managed to scrounge up a surprising amount of vegetal forageables. He hasn't been on this planet, not that he knows of - but the books he has been reading to identify foreign things shouldn't have been wrong.

The little golden sprites around him gather - resembling illuminated paper sprites with little halos, four in total, one slim hand on their mouthless faces to watch the alchemy being attempted in the pot.

It smells fine. It's thick. It's somehow purple. Did he even add anything purple, in there?

A fat bubble glorps in a viscous heap.

Oh. That doesn't look good. The one s'more that was placed over the flame follows suit into the pot, burnt to a crisp.

Well. At least there's that singular can of canned ham.

iii. wastepaper ( in camp )

He's picking up litter.

Of course, even in his short time, he'd been able to pass by some sounds, some others less innocent. That was their own business, as far as he was concerned. No, what comes from the debauchery is what irks him.

There's a plastic consumable of something, with fluids he can barely describe within. Ugh, it bears no better thought. The better question was: did it had to be so long? Who even had one this large, or long for that matter?

He shudders to think about it, so he doesn't - continuing on his fruitless task of cleaning up the area, too neurotically disgusted by the state of the living quarters to tolerate the 'squalor'.

Oh, Ena. He will need another cold shower, and another six pairs of gloves, and a scrub to get all of this grime off him - physical, but mostly mental. Completely mental.

iv. call of the wild

He'd walked into the scarlet moonlight, against his better thoughts of self preservation. Deeper into the forest, trying to seek out the sound. Something about this forest was deeply unusual. He can't put his finger on it, but there is no hiding the reeking suspicion of something else in here. And loathe as he is to admit it, he is not coming closer to discovering what it is.

The transformation comes quickly, with his bottom half resembling more of a gryphon - bright white feathers tinged with lavender at the edges, gold trim on its claws with a golden halo. Three sets of wings, each bearing purple-blue tinged eyes. He'd heard of avatars of Yaoshi being marastuck and losing their forms, growing ginkgo vines and losing their mental faculties.

No, this feels entirely different. For one, he's mortifyingly half naked, and didn't go through a veritable centuries-long torture transformation for it. But the sensation is real, this voracious urge to sate, despite his better nature, corroding away at the seams, despite himself-

The eagle-shriek that comes out of his throat is foreign, much like his beautiful, but undoubtedly eldritch form, flight ascendant, as it begins to pursue you.

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IV. Thanks for letting me be a freak in front of you.

[armwriostle]

[It was foolish to stay out here. He should have known better than to leave his tent during the night. The weather itself lent to that but he had done it anyways. Sometimes one just gets complacent.

It’s the shriek of a beast that immediately has him sprinting. He’s not an idiot who sticks around to find out what it is. He has been here enough to know better. After all, something like this happened similarly last year.

His breath comes out in white puffs as he runs as fast as his legs can go. He doubts he can outrun a beast, but he’s stubborn enough to try.] A guy can’t take a leisurely walk in the middle of the night apparently.

Rise Kujikawa | Persona 4 | Returning Character/Player | OTA

[stripsearch]

[1: Off the Grid]

Augh, you gotta be kidding me!

[Yup, here again. And this time Rise hasn't lucked out; she's been given one of the "barely more than a tarp over a rope" tents.

The robes are nice and comfy in this flannel variant, but she's clearly struggling to get the tiedowns working.] Oh, you stupid thing-- stay in the ground--!

[Camping sucks. You'd think that someone who had grown up in the sticks would be better at this, but nope. This sucks. She could use a hand.

Or a place to stay.

That isn't this.]

[2: Home on the Range]

Hup-- there we go!

[See? She can be clever and outdoorsy. She's gone foraging to supplement everyone's food, and has come back with a nice assortment of berries, fruit, mushrooms, and other things that look edible. She's been carrying them in the front of her robe (careful to not flash everyone, for the most part), and dumps them on the table for food prep.]

That wasn't so hard! They were all just, like, lying around!

I bet we can make something real good with them.

[Yeah you're totally gonna trip balls if you eat those mushrooms]

[3: Roughing It]

[And then it got worse.

Are you around the showers? You're going to hear a blood-curdling shriek all of a sudden. Has someone been murdered?

Nope. The door flies open and out runs a very naked girl desperately clutching a towel around her body.] W-why is it so c-cold?!

[4: Lady of the Lake]

[This sucks. All of this sucks. So much sucks. But at least somebody brought liquor, and she's pleasantly giddy, and with the showers being so terrible here, that lake water is looking mighty fine.

Rise giggles a little bit.] H-hey. It's dark, right? Nobody's around.

Y, you wanna go [tiniest hiccup] skinny dipping? C'mon, it'll be fun!

[5: Howling]

[Uh-oh.

She'd gone out to get more mushrooms (now that she knows what to look for and what to avoid). But the snow had started, and it turns out that she didn't know the way back to the camp as well as she'd thought.

And now there's howling.

Rise calls out:] Hey-- hey, guys? [pause.] Senpai? Mitsuru-san? ....anyone out there?

[Something's out there, all right.

Yeah this is just for werewolf fucking.]

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[shadowdogs]

[Yes, he's around the showers, trying to wash off the dirt, mud, and leftover blood spots from where he was hunting some stuff earlier.

The shriek almost makes him summon his wolf, until he remembers that the water he just used to clean up was freezing cold. Yep. That can make a person shriek.

He's pulled on a patchwork shirt he made earlier this morning, but is otherwise using a random piece of cloth to wrap himself up.]

Because someone used up all the hot water before you went in there.