TDM 12

[goldmods]

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

As a token of appreciation to all of our guests, the house and resort have worked in collaboration with the all powerful system that transmigrates souls between worlds to bring you a special excursion! All are invited to participate in our limited time event, Tits out! A Sex Dungeon! where guests can shop, craft, adventure, treasure hunt, and battle.

During this event, sexual encounters with WILDCARD guests are worth double the payout, so please keep an eye out for our new arrivals! Other supplies, such as typically banned weapons, are also available.

We appreciate our low rank guests temporarily adjusting their living quarters to accommodate this delightful experience. Extra thanks to you for your generosity! 】

WINDING MARKET

A ROOKERY COMES SPRAWLING

A CHARMING MARKET

► The Rookery floods the main lobby and begins construction on the eve of November 15th. This wandering group of merchants has decided to set up shop! From November 15th through January 1st, the Rookery will be operating a marketplace on the ground floor of the Golden Peacock. This marketplace operates at all hours and does not close.

► This once luxurious lobby has transformed into a rustic market. Wooden shops line the walls where eager merchants promote their wares. These little stores are stocked with handcrafted goods, specialty products, and artisanal treats. Unlike general Golden Peacock establishments, shops in the marketplace are willing to haggle and trade.

► Not all of these booths are occupied. Guests interested in selling their crafts or services are welcome to open up shop. The merchants of the Rookery will also hire resort guests looking for work.

CEDAR AND PINE

► This simple marketplace embraces small town charm. The scents of wood and pine meld with freshly baked bread and leather. The echo of a blacksmith striking metal resounds through chatter and laughter. Shopkeepers call and wave from their booths to lure in potential customers.

► Weather simulation has been introduced to the first floor. Snow falls from an artificial sky dotted with lights. This snow looks, feels, and tastes like the real thing. The temperature correspondingly drops to a brisk chill, so bundle up!

► Merchants decorate their shops with winding ribbons, baubles, and bells at the beginning of December. A massive pine tree graces the central square and patrons are invited to decorate it with sparkling ornaments.

Rumor of a gifting tradition spreads, with merchants jumping on board to offer gift wrap with every sale. If you don't give someone you care about a thoughtful present then you must not really like them at all!

SPECIALTY SHOPS

LIMITED TIME WARES

PREPARE FOR DUNGONEERING

► One of the biggest stores in the marketplace is the armorer's shop. It isn't safe to go adventuring in an unexplored dungeon without protection! Come one, come all. The best armor in town is here. The marketeers in the armorer's shop swear their supplies are the best in the business. Well-crafted! Quality materials! Enchanted to ward off the elements!

All available armor is extremely slutty. Every piece has been styled to emphasize the wearer's assets and barely covers anything. Tight, sexy, and functional. Isn't it a win/win for all? Let those tits battle and breathe!

► Guests that follow the sound of clanging metal will find the blacksmith. The front of the shop offers a basic selection of knives, swords, and shields for purchase. While the quality of these weapons is mediocre at best, guests may not want to pass up the opportunity to purchase a weapon while the house is allowing it.

Weapon aficionados may meet with the blacksmith to discuss enhancing the current selection. Special materials can be found in dungeon chests or collected from monsters to improve weapon quality. Guests willing to collect these materials and have the chips to spare can commission superior products.

► Several leather shops are competing for business. One specializes in enchanted leather pouches, another focuses on offering high quality boots. Leather journals make beautiful gifts. What lasts longer than leather clothing? Nothing! Or how about a leather hair accessory for that person with long, flowing locks?

Those browsing through these many leather shops best keep their wits about them. Not all of them are selling real leather! Some greedy merchants are trying to pass off plastic junk as the real thing. A few bold charlatans willing to lie about enchantments to customers that appear uneducated about magic. Do your best to not get swindled!

DRIED AND BAKED SUNDRIES

► The dried goods shop is the most popular amongst adventurers. Those preparing to head down into the dungeon can't leave without supplies, after all! One can find a broad selection of jellies, jams, preserves, cheese, jerky, nuts, and seeds. While they aren't the tastiest, they'll survive for several days in a backpack, which is exactly what every adventurer needs!

► The universe-renowned baking mogul, Mama Brot, has opened a shop selling her famous pretzels. These soft pretzels, nicknamed breastzels, come in both sweet and savory variations. They are deliciously plush and melt in the mouth. It's said that one bite of one of her pillowy breastzels will send you straight to heaven. Dessert and bread connoisseurs cannot miss out!

Guests eager to get their hands on some of Mama Brot's breastzels have their work cut out for them. The shops restocks with fresh breastzels every morning, but the line to purchase starts queuing two hours beforehand. Supply runs out quickly every time Mama Brot decides to whip up a new batch. Good luck!

► Small bakeries peppering throughout the marketplace kick off December with a flurry of decorated cookies. Guests will find cookies and biscuits cut into different shapes, painted with icing, smeared with jam, and drizzled with chocolate. Hot chocolate booths also pop up, their baristas encouraging guests to gather and enjoy the snow by the center market tree with a cozy drink.

JOBS & QUESTS

A MAKESHIFT TAVERN

CALLING ALL ADVENTURERS: A SLAYER QUEST AWAITS!
Are you looking to make big coin? Do you have the strength and endurance to take on the dungeon? Then we want YOU to join our guild's quest to sLay!

The dungeon is teeming with sexy monsters that need sLaying. All you need to do to sLay is to fuck them real good! Once satisfied, these sexy monsters may drop quality loot. Join in the hunt to sLay and consolidate drops with our guild! We're happy to make trades or buy.

Yaaassss sLay all day!

JOB POSTING ONE! BIG PAYOUT FOR EASY WORK!

I am a pharmacist looking for some brave adventurers willing to go down into the dungeon and collect dongle flower milk for me. I need at least 10 bottles! This is an important ingredient in one of my popular prescriptions. I am not athletic enough to go get it myself and my supplies are running low.

Please deliver all dongle flower milk to the medical shop in the northwest corner of the market. Please note, I need FULL bottles. Do not skimp or I won't pay!

JOB POSTING TWO! HELP A WOMAN'S GROWING BUSINESS!

I am a young lady looking to expand my make-up business. I heard rumors that there's water in the dungeon that could make an AMAZING base for make-up products. But it sounds like it's super scary in there and I don't want to go. Please, someone, help!

You can bring all bottles of dungeon water to the make-up booth in the southeast corner of the market. I'm willing to pay in chips or trade some of my current products. My face masks and nail polishes are really good!

JOB POSTING THREE! PLEASE DON'T ASK WHY!

Hello. I need many dungeon slime cores, so I am looking for everyone and anyone willing to go slime hunting and gather some for me. We can negotiate pay based upon the number of slime cores brought. Do not inquire what the slimes or their cores are needed for.

Please bring all slime and slime core deliveries to back door of the Dried and Baked Sundries shop. Thank you!

JOB POSTING FOUR! I WANT COLLECTABLES!

If you're going into the dungeon, I want collectables. If you find that fabled treasure room, bring me back something cool and shiny. I'm willing to pay good money! I don't care what it is as long as it's hard to get and I can brag to my friends about it.

You can find me drinking in the tavern. I'll be wearing expensive velvet and a tiny hat with a feather.

PULL UP A CHAIR

► As a watering hole for adventurers looking for a place to kick back and relax with a hot beer, the tavern is a hot spot at all hours. Crude and sticky, there's never a dull moment at this establishment! Fights break out every night, drinking competitions are the norm, and it's the best place to gather information.

The tavern doubles as an inn, offering a dozen rooms above the bar for adventurers to cool their heels. A night's stay is relatively cheap and costs only a handful of chips.

► Guests can pick up jobs and quests from the tavern's request board. Postings vary in difficulty and payout. Anyone is welcome to pick them up and they can be completed for as long as the dungeon is active.

► Jobs and quests can be completed through the dungeon prompts below. They may be done multiple times. These job posters need a lot of supply!

► Guests can also list their own jobs and quests to the tavern's request board. While the board is typically meant to attract adventurers for hire, guests can advertise their own services this way. The bartender really doesn't care what goes up. She's too busy breasting boobily behind the counter in a corset that hikes her cleavage against her throat.

A WHOLE NEW BASEMENT

GOOD LUCK, NEW ARRIVALS

A TRENDY RENOVATION

► Low rank guests will be delighted to find that the basement has been completely renovated! Basement and maintenance floors have been converted into a realistic dungeon complete with gray stone, torchlight, and the echo of crawling monsters. Low rank suites have been temporarily adjusted to match the aesthetic.

► The communal bathroom has also been styled into a medieval latrine. Low rank guests can now enjoy bonding together over a communal trench and chamber pots. A helpful sign has been posted on the door advising guests to be wary of slimes coming up through the piping.

► Low rank guests that aren't happy with their living arrangements can check out the rooms above the tavern. They need only chat with the bartender and pay a fee for each night they wish to stay. It's up to them whether or not they think a dungeon filled with monsters or a raucous tavern is better for their beauty sleep.

NEW ARRIVALS

► New arrivals find themselves waking in various locations throughout the dungeon. Unlike low rank guests who have dungeon suites, new arrivals wake randomly in the upper and lower levels of the dungeon. Anywhere is fair game.

► New arrivals are considered dungeon monsters. In fact, wildcards are the number one hunted monster for the extremely popular sLaying quest! They'll have to keep on their toes if they don't want to be sexily sLayed.

► Stepping away from resort standard, wildcards wake dressed to embody their role as an erotic dungeon monster. The house knows that its guests have eclectic tastes, so monster costumes range from skimpy strategically placed furs to full body suits.

► What are dungeon monsters without drops? Wildcards will also wake with a pouch of valuables for adventurers to collect. These items can vary from useful ores, gemstones, and chip vouchers to random items like condoms, vegetables, and shiny rocks.

UPPER DUNGEON

START THE DESCENT

FLOOR 1

Heading down the stairs from the marketplace leads to the first floor of the dungeon. This is where all low rank suites have been condensed. Corridors are generally dry and well lit, with twisting ivy and torches lining the walls. Some guests say that it’s an improvement over the previously dreary, dirty basement.

Only a handful of monsters are brave enough to come close to the surface. The ones that do have low IQs and are easily defeated.

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► Barrels, crates, and chests can be found in corners and intersections. Low value materials, like perishables and basic clothing, can be found inside. This may or may not include the personal items of low rank guests misplaced during renovations. Whoops!

Watch out! Mimic chests love to hide amongst these crates. Opened mimic chests chase nearby guests, desperate to thrust their slimy tongues into any reachable orifice. They’re also quite dumb, happily repopulating areas where other mimics have been beaten. It isn’t uncommon to find a new one where an old one had been just yesterday!

► Sprigs of mistletoe grow over doors and dangle from the ceiling. Nothing happens when someone passes alone. The enchantment is only triggered when two or more people intersect. Those who cross under the mistletoe may find themselves unable to leave its proximity. As if an invisible bubble has appeared, attempts to leave will be rebuffed.

The mistletoe enchantment can only be broken by kissing. Some mistletoe may be satisfied with a brief kiss while others may require its victims to use tongue. Get ready for some smooching!

FLOOR 2

Multiple stairways across the first floor lead down to the second. As guests head down, they will find the temperature dropping and light dimming. The stairwell opens up to a reveal crumbling archways, staggered levels of ruins, and rich moss blanketing over stone.

This dungeon floor has several gaps between ruins and multiple pockets of open space. Old wooden bridges creak in the wind. Leaves flick across, carried on steady breeze. Treasure chests and harpy-like monsters can be found throughout the ruins.

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► Adventurers need to cross multiple bridges to make it to the next portion of the dungeon. However, they will find that they cannot cross these bridges alone. All bridges in this area vanish the moment someone steps out solo. Luckily, falls to the ground are cushioned by a thick blanket of moss.

Adventurers must step forward together, hand-in-hand, in order to cross. Guests that stop holding hands while crossing, hesitate, or mistrust one another will find the bridge vanishing from beneath their feet.

► Wind speeds spike dangerously at random intervals and send the floor into sub-freezing temperatures. During these times, it is advised that adventurers take cover, because they might end up blown away. There are sporadic abandoned campsites in caves and alcoves where guests can wait out the wind.

These campsites serendipitously offer a cozy bedroll. One cozy bedroll. With howling winds knocking out torchlight, the only way to keep warm is to cuddle up and share body heat. Oddly enough, the furious winds only calm down after adventurers snuggle. Weird!

FLOOR 3

Lush vegetation dominates the third floor. Pathways are challenging to follow beneath overgrown flora. Ancient trees twist between crumbling pillars. This dungeon forest is teeming with sexy floral monsters that blend with the brush and provoke adventurers with sensual whispers. Isn’t it amazing how accurate they are in pinpointing your kinks?

Monsters on this floor love to tease and fondle guests passing through. Adventurers cutting through the forest may end up groped by branches, leaves, and flowers. Or more! These floral monsters can get very handsy.

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► Treasure chests can be found throughout the dungeon forest. The floral monsters will try to protect them, but none of the monsters in this area are particularly strong. Wood nymphs seduce guests away from chests and vines will lash out to slap their hands. Chests on this floor are valuable, offering high-quality potions like elixirs and panaceas.

Not all potions are good. Some bottles are decoys that cause unwanted effects. The three most common decoys are love potions, hatemance potions, and flora potions.

LOVE POTION: A magical liquid designed to make the person who drinks it fall in love with the first person they see.

HATEMANCE POTION: A magical liquid designed to make the first person who drinks it fall into hate, coupled with passionate sexual desire, for the first person they see.

FLORA POTION: Liquefied chlorophyll designed to temporarily transform anyone who drinks it into a sexy monster. Monster need not be plant-based.

► An invasive species, the dongle flower, can be found in large number in the center of the forest. This flower’s fleshy petals phallically cone into one another and stand erect from a small cluster of leaves at its base. This flower is mostly known for its milk, which can be collected by pumping its petals. Those unfamiliar with this breed of flora may mistake it for a human penis, but closer investigation will confirm that it is indeed a plant.

Getting to close to the dongle flower comes with risks. This flower is notorious for ejaculating its milk when stimulated. Dongle flowers in close proximity may trigger one another and cause a chain of milk ejaculations. Dongle flower milk has analeptic properties that heighten virility, sensitivity, and sex drive. The more milk, the more potent.

LOWER DUNGEON

HALFWAY DOWN

FLOOR 4

A slope leads the way down to the fourth floor. Adventurers must be careful with their footing to avoid taking a spill because the path is steep and uneven. Why are these stones sticking up so much, anyway?!

Guests not watching their step may end up triggering a trap. After a trick stone sinks beneath their weight, a rumble echoes throughout the dungeon. This echo the ominous prelude to a giant boulder crashing down and rolling after them! (There is a nipple painted on the boulder.)

Those that don’t want to get squashed by the boulder may have to throw themselves off the ledge. Depending on where they decide to jump ship, they will end up in a different chamber designed to test their mettle.

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► CHAMBER ONE: An unfurnished room with no windows or doors. This chamber is deep, making it difficult to try and scale the walls back up to the path. Lone adventurers will end up stuck until someone else joins them, because the trap will not trigger until two or more guests are inside.

Once at least two guests are trapped, spikes spring from two opposing walls. They slowly begin to close in and a booming voice declares: BE EMOTIONALLY VULNERABLE OR DIE!

The floor will give way for guests that comply. Those that do not and cannot get out of the room on their own will be spiked. They may escape with injuries or die. If the latter, they will revive in the Broken Wing clinic.

► CHAMBER TWO: This chamber is divided into multiple parallel rooms. These rooms are designed to facilitate a specific kink between the guests trapped inside. They might be furnished with toys or vacant with only a gloryhole in a partition. Regardless, every room has a door locked shut with a bulky padlock.

After two guests have entered a booming voice declares: EXPLORE KINK OR REMAIN TRAPPED FOREVER!

Padlocks will drop and doors will open for guests that comply. Those that do not are doomed to be trapped forever… or figure a way out through demolition. That disembodied voice is going to be really salty when adventurers realize that last option exists.

FLOOR 5

Water commands the fifth floor. Adventurers must tread through dark and damp tunnels that lead into flooded chambers. Pools and rivers run throughout, with some areas reaching depths of 50 feet. Treasure chests are submerged but are worth the effort, offering ores, metals, and rare stones that can be used to enhance weapons with the blacksmith.

Reverse mermaids live in these waters. They enjoy swimming alongside adventurers and spreading their legs to show off how good they are for fucking.

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► Slimes ooze along the ceiling and plop into the water. They float along like jellyfish, but will direct themselves toward adventurers they sense nearby. Slimes vary in size and color, though the majority are small enough to cup between two hands. The mother slime, a giant slime hidden deep in the depths, occasionally appears to absorb adventurers into her gelatinous body.

Small and deceptively cute, these little monsters are attracted to adventurers and eager to ooze all over them. Different colored slimes and their secretions cause various physical reactions. Slimes can be mixed to create combination effects.

CLEAR SLIME: Clear slime is an aphrodisiac that can also be used as a lubricant.

PINK SLIME: Pink slime amplifies shyness and embarrassment.

PURPLE SLIME: Purple slime triggers sexual aggression and sadistic tendencies.

YELLOW SLIME: Yellow slime may enhance dominate or submissive inclinations.

MOTHER SLIME: Secretions from the mother slime trigger a breeding rut/heat. The more contact one has with the mother slime, the more intense the rut/heat.

► The water in this dungeon has unique properties. Adventurers that soak for long periods of time may find their skin clearing up, their hair becoming shinier, and their features becoming dewy and radiant. This water is imbued with beauty magic that intensifies the sexiness of those who drink or bathe in it. Everything they do, even sneezing or scratching an itch, will be tinted in a pink glow of attractive glamor.

Guests that soak for too long run the risk of becoming powerfully distracting. Beauty can be bewitching, so take care to not charm other adventurers into becoming obsessed admirers, lest you become an unwitting Helen of Troy!

Drinking the water comes with an additional potential side effect. The drinker's voice has a 25% chance of becoming hypnotic. They may be able to entrance others or cause them to orgasm through dirty talk alone.

FLOOR 6

Drying off won't be a problem after getting down to the sixth floor! The temperature jumps to a sweltering degree and light glints off silvery glass. Orange and red flicker and dance. Stepping into the yawning mouth of this massive floor reveals a giant pit of blazing fire beneath a twisting mirror maze.

Muscular minotaurs prowl, prepared to kidnap adventurers and whisk them away to their dens. This maze is also equipped with traps and enchantments designed to redirect guests back to the beginning entrance. Adventurers will need to use creativity and ingenuity to navigate this labyrinth while battling intense heat.

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► Guests can take cover in small chambers at maze corridor intersections. These rooms are also sweltering but, happily enough, there are magical air conditioners available! Two plates on opposite sides of the room must simultaneously be stepped on in order to activate the ice enchantment.

Comfort comes with a price. Something strange happens when magic sparks: the adventurers standing on the activation plates have swapped bodies! They won't be able to switch back immediately, either, because the ice enchantment has a cool down period. Their options are to either wait it out or go find another room with an unused ice enchantment!

► Adventurers that successfully navigate their way through the maze will find a long corridor leading to a massive shining door. They've found the exit down to the treasure room where riches upon riches are waiting. Money, money, money!!

Guests that let their guard down while walking to the door may end up shot with an arrow! In classic dungeon fashion, holes in the wall open and launch arrows all the way down to the entrance of the treasure room.

Getting shot by an arrow will trigger lust at first sight! Forget about everything else and look at your fellow dungeon crawler. Aren't they so erotic? Don't you really want to fuck them right now and forget about all that treasure? Or perhaps they're still rocking around in your swapped body. Isn't it suddenly tempting to fuck yourself?

TREASURE ROOM

IT DEFINITELY ISN'T CURSED

FLOOR 7: THE BOTTOM FLOOR

The final floor of the dungeon is a massive chamber glittering with precious gems, metals, and enchanted valuables. Piles and piles of gold coins are stacked as far as the eye can see. Treasure chests line the walls, overflowing with sparkling jewelry. Anyone that’s ever wanted to swim in piles of gold can finally make their dream come true.

Guests can take whatever they can carry. They have to make their way back up through the dungeon with it, so hopefully they came prepared!

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► Brave adventurers that managed to come this far deserve worthwhile gains. Those who enter the treasure room are welcome to pick up special treasures from the following selection. None of these items are game breaking, so players can pick up multiple or mix and match.

ECHO STONE: A small stone that fits in the palm of a hand. When tapped, it sends out a soft pulse that outlines nearby exits, hidden passages, or alternate routes in shimmering light.

EARRINGS OF FATE: A matching pair of diamond studs. If shared between two people, the wearers can sense each others’ location all times.

CLOAK OF INVISIBILITY: Shimmering silver fabric as smooth as water. Wearing this cloak grants invisibility.

THONG OF BRONZE: A bronze thong. Wearing this thong increases power, endurance, and speed, but only when worn alone.

RING OF PROTECTION: A simple gold ring enchanted to protect the wearer. While this is useful during battle, it also can act as birth control and prevent sharing diseases.

CLICK LOCK LOCKET: A simple golden heart-shaped locket. The wearer can open the locket and give themselves temporary body modifications for up to two hours at a time.

MECHANICAL MOUSE: A mechanical mouse that registers its master with a drop of blood. A little friend that can scout, transport small items, and fit into tiny spaces.

BRASS COMPASS: A small brass compass with delicate gears. It doesn’t point north. Instead, it points to the carrier's deepest desire or the object they seek the most.

FEATHER OF FLIGHT: A delicate feather that feels lighter than air itself. Grants the ability to fly for a short period but the user must have it in their possession and activate it. Works in bursts, such as allowing them to jump across wide gaps or avoid a deadly fall.

HAND OF LUCK: A small, silver broach shaped like a human hand, fingers outstretched in a gesture of good fortune. The hand grants increased luck to the user, influencing dice rolls, odds, or even the outcome of risky decisions. However, it only works once per day. When it activates it may make other things worse.

► An iridescent door glitters at the back of the treasure room. Written on an aged scroll pinned to the wall is an explanation that this door can send adventurers home. They will have abandon their companions for this opportunity, because one who uses the door must pass through alone. The scroll explains that the door will only work once within a span of several hours, making it impossible for anyone else to immediately use it. There is also the risk that it will never work again.

Of course, the door isn't really sending anyone back to their world. Guests that decide to take the leap will find themselves walking straight into their suite upstairs. The scroll didn't specify which home!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: alcohol; altered states; anonymous; aphrodisiacs; BDSM dynamics; body swap; breeding kink; classic tropes; costumes; cum play; dubcon; death; enchantments; erotic plants; erotic monsters; entrapment; hypnotism; noncon; temperature play; traps; weapons; violence; voice kink

▶ 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 November event and is designed to provide content for players through the mods' December break. The marketplace and dungeon will ICly conclude on January 1st.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header. The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

Fox Mask | Silent Hill f | New Character, Returning Player

[stillamonster]

[OOC: Pine here, back at it again at the krispy kreme. Some basic info on this guy on his At-A-Glance (Spoiler Free) page! Please be aware when tagging him that some vague SHf spoilers may occur even if I'm trying to avoid them. Please let me know when tagging in if you're fine with spoilers or not! I will attempt to keep things vague and mysterious if not.

I will also match style for prose or brackets! IC m/f preference for smut is across all his prompts,OTA for gen threads is a blanket permission, too. Feel free to DM me if you have any questions, thanks!]

New Arrival

[The man in the Fox Mask wakes in a dungeon, slumped against a wall. Despite arriving deprived of all his usual finery, he's still got his mask. It's on theme, okay.

Beyond that, he's been left entirely nude. His long, silver hair is down and hangs both over and beneath a heavy, metal collar at his neck. Blinking his eyes awake, he groans to sit himself forward, a chain creaking as he does so. He's bolted to the ceiling above, though there's some slack. The yoke is heavy on his shoulders, loose enough the he could just pull it straight over his head. Once he has gathered the strength, that is.

Eyes that glow behind the mask look across the dungeon room he's within. Is someone with him? Did someone just enter? He's unsure, but he asks with a soft voice, disoriented and perhaps sounding suspiciously calm.]

Who's there-? Is that you, -... [whatever name that might have left his lips stops before being said. No, this is very different person, or perhaps a monster has entered in to find him in such a state. Ah, this is coming into some focus for him- is this a nightmare or just some manner of punishment?]

FLOOR 3

CW: Monster, Injured animal imagery
Potential CWs: Violence and monsterfuckery tbh

[In the forest, a massive animal prowls with vicious intent. The Shichibi appears as a fox with seven magnificent tails. His orange and white coat is halfway stained, bloody and festering with open sores. He moves silently, though his furious growls can be heard rumbling when he wishes them to be heard.

Somehow, the beast came to be and is stalking in an enraged state. Bitter and angry with his current predicament, he looks for prey to chase.

Women (especially with short, black hair) will not be attacked. Anybody else should watch their back. The fox is a clever creature, despite his size, he will sneak up in the fog. His glowing eyes are likely to give him away before even his mass of size does. He may even wait to strike, allowing those eyes to be seen watching and following for some time, first.

A throw down fight might knock some sense into him, or a more caring approach to tend his obvious wounds could calm his bitter fury.]

Big SHf Spoilers within!

The Winding Market

[After discovering his way up from the dungeons, Fox Mask got the run down on what the hotel really is. He cannot say he understand it in full, but it is his current predicament, like it or not. As a wildcard, he doesn't exactly have much money to spare on clothing nor feeding himself, but...

The first shopkeeper to see him coos and calls him with haste to try on her silks. She outfits him in a beautiful kimono to his liking and comfort, flirting with him all the while. Insisting he take the ensemble free of charge, he attempts to push back on such charity, but there's no convincing her. Dressed to his usual comfort, it does take him some time and several polite excuses to leave the store.

After that, he's handed a drink by a swooning hotel waitress. Then, he's fawned over by the next food cart merchant and the next and the next. He doesn't really recognize the treatment as strange. His unconscious assumption is that his family name must still hold weight in this strange place.

Such privileged treatment is actually because he took a long bath on Floor 5, before returning to the upper levels. His aura is pure appeal and mystique, a man difficult to resist. And here he can scarcely clock a difference in how he's usually treated... it might be time for a wake up call, but does anybody have the willpower to resist such foxy charms?]

floor 3! | spoilers a-ok!

[hersatz]

[Penelope tells herself, when she reaches the lush wilds of the third floor, that it really isn't so different from wandering the imperial forest at the past year's hunting competition. She's certainly dressed similarly to how she'd been on that occasion, with her hair tied back and a crossbow on her back, making her way carefully through the overgrown tangle. By now, it's reasonably easy to spot the obvious plants she ought to avoid — the overtly phallic ones are a pretty good giveaway — but being alone means having to take her time with her progress, watching every step and listening closely for danger as she searches both for a way through and for whatever recoverable treasure she might find along the way.

As the fog settles heavy and thick, she begins to find herself shivering. Too often, the most dangerous things in woods like these aren't the animals at all — they're the people with evil designs who see it as an opportunity.

It isn't long before the sense that she's being watched begins to settle over her. Instinct sends her pressing her back to an ancient, moss-covered tree, holding her crossbow to her chest as she tries to listen for approaching footsteps. Something glows in the distance, then vanishes again — an illusion? Or something else?

It's only after she's gone a little further, trembling and wary, that she catches sight of blood spattered against the undergrowth and the dirt underfoot. That's a bad sign. Either there's something wounded around (animal or human), or a fresh kill has just been dragged through, and either way, that means there's something about that she's probably not at all equipped to defend herself against —

Except that when she turns to hasten back the way she came, those glowing eyes are close, and right in the path she'd meant to take to retreat, and a real huntress would have instinct enough to draw her crossbow and take aim at whatever is lurking in the fog — which is why it's all the more obvious that she isn't one, when she carelessly lets her weapon fall from her shoulder to the ground instead.]

A-Ah — !

Scott Summers | XMCU | 4♣ | Current Character

[laserguy]

pretzels;
[There's absolutely no way that Scott is waiting two hours for a single pretzel, that sounds really stupid. And ridiculous. He wouldn't even wait that long for a hamburger. Maybe a really good slice of pizza from New York City, but he'd just ask Peter or Kurt to snag him one. What?? He's not above using his friend's abilities to grab him something like that.

Unfortunately for him, they aren't here. And okay, maybe he is a little curious about why people are so excited for it.

So anyone that's either managed to grab a pretzel or is eating one right now will have a curious teen with red sunglasses suddenly sliding over to them. Hey, what's up, etc]

So, is it really as good as people make it out to be?

[Yes he is going to try and ask for a piece--]

crossing together;
[Yeah, good job, Summers, for falling through that stupid bridge. He should've figured it wouldn't be so simple as just walking across it, but why would he assume that it was just disappear like that? That's not how bridges normally work!! Sure, he can be glad that he wasn't injured from the fall, in fact, he's already sort of back on his feet and standing on the moss now, but it still feels kind of embarrassing. And stupid.

Although, at least he's not the only one.

Scott slightly startles as another body lands onto the moss next to him and while it's tempting to tease them, especially if they look bewildered, the fact that he's still down here too sort of prevents any sarcastic comments.]

Welcome to the loser pit.

[Okay, maybe one comment. He will allow that. He still feels kind of defensive about what happened and this is just one of his normal reactions when dealing with those dumb feelings.

But after a small beat, he will at least offer a hand to help pull his latest companion up.]

chamber one;
[Yeah so, landing in an unfurnished room with no windows or doors? Bad. And what's even worse? His optic blasts doing zero damage to the walls, hell, they barely left a mark after he went full power on them. Man, seriously, fuck this place that it decides to be immune to the only thing that he's really got. It's put him in a rather sour mood and doesn't make him the best of company; a fact that kind of stays even as someone else finally joins him in the room.

Great, maybe they'll be able to help. Or not. They can throw a party here.

Although, he doesn't have any time to sass his new companion, the mutant jolting as spikes emerge suddenly from the walls with directions being shouted out and really fuck this place. They're ruining Indiana Jones for him now--]

What, be emotionally vulnerable? [A somewhat face scrunch underneath that visor, though there's something both a little worried and maybe even commanding taking a hold of him despite all that earlier grumpiness. It sort of happens when spike walls start closing in.] Okay, say something then! It's fine, even if it's really embarrassing. I don't care.

[...Very supporting, this one.]

flora potion; possible nsfw, fine with gen
[He both feels like himself and not. Probably because he looks sort of like this, just with more red/yellow tone to his wings. Yeah, think Phoenix.

The instincts that are flaring inside himself aren't completely foreign, especially that drive to protect others-- and honestly only becoming even stronger if they are a friend. Him just wanting to keep those around him safe and then nest, let his wings cover them in a protective sphere and... something about that doesn't feel right, not completely. He shouldn't have that, but also, is it wrong that everything in his vision isn't red? That also doesn't feel right.

Although as he almost violently pulls away the monster that was attacking (or even just grabbing) his companion, or maybe just an innocent, with his talons digging deep into the dying creature's form, some red has returned to his vision. It almost feels like an improvement, but he still doesn't feel completely right, with bright blue eyes settling on the other person with him.

There seems to be a heat generating from him as well, although luckily he won't be hot to touch.]

[Or alternatively, maybe Scott can be convinced to just try the flora potion by the person he's travelling with, if to just let this start in a different way and with Scott more like himself.]

wildcard;
[Have something in mind? Feel free to PM me! I'm also open/interested in doing mistletoe, one of the slime effects, or possibly dealing with the other potions.]

flora potion

[smokedout]

[Dodger was pretty sure he'd had that handled - yes, he was on the floor and midway through getting his ass handed to him by a wood nymph, but he's convinced he could have turned the tides before it got dire. Still, he's not going to complain about Scott coming to his rescue, even if he'd have liked it to come before he ended up covered in bruises.

It takes him a second to recognize Scott, getting a proper look at his eyes for the first time along with all of the more extreme changes. But he knows the teen's face well enough, and that stops Dodger from doing much more than flickering out of sight, and then coming right back when he realizes he's probably not in any danger.]

...Nice feathers.

[Given how some of the monsters here are - and the instincts that were running through him the last time Dodger went through a transformation - he isn't actually sure if he's safe with Scott. But he's sitting up, wincing from some bruise or another on his back, and just... watching. Letting Scott make the first move to set how this meeting is going to go.]

Reno || FFVII Franchise || 8♢

[redhairedturk]

I. Jobs and quests

Reno isn't really interested in taking on any of the jobs. He's still not up for much of anything really, with his life still being kicked out of balance so suddenly that he still hasn't adapted to it.
With Rude gone, his focus is mostly on the drinks that the tavern serves, and less on what everyone is doing, unless they talk to him for a distraction.
This distraction might come in the form of an invitation to an adventure, or the suggestion of renting a room upstairs for some fun, he's up for either, as long as it takes his mind off thinking.
He's just not going to initiate anything on his own.

"What are you looking at?" he finally asks, when he feels someone's eyes lingering on him for longer than just a passing glance.

II. Lower Dungeon - Floor 4 - Explore Kink or die

Of course every floor has a special treat to offer, nothing else is to be expected from the resort and it's shenanigans, so finding himself locked in a room without a way out - as far as he can tell. From his experience, breaking doors normally doesn't work! - only seems on theme.
And of course the booming voice confirms his suspicion, that it has to be something of sexual nature that needs to be done, or else they can't move forward.

"Fine then," he turns towards his companion, "what kick are we talking about?"

III. Floor 5 - Slimes

Reno mostly ignores the mermaids, in favor of moving forward. If he'd been in a better mood, he would've joked about them and maybe even suggested to follow their obvious invitations, but for once, he wants to continue.
He rounds the corner and looks at what seem to be slimes, moving along the ground, the walls and even floating in the air, making him frown.
He's not sure what's going on with these creatures, but he's sure, it's nothing good, by his own experiences so far.

He tries to avoid them as much as possible as he moves forward, one step in front of the other, but of course these creatures are either curious, programmed to come closer, or are simply coming closer for whatever reason, but suddenly there's something wet oozing onto his shoulder, and when Reno turns, there's a slime attached to it, that looks cute and innocent enough, but he doubts that it'll stay for long.

"Ugh, take the damn thing off me!"

[I leave it up to you which Slime the characters get into contact with, my preferences are clear, purple or yellow]

IV. Floor 6 - Arrow & Treasure Room

The end of the journey is so close, Reno can taste it on his lips. Thankfully, on the one hand, since he wasn't really in the mood to do anything to begin with, but it's also a shame, because it means that his distraction is coming to a rather quick end soon, too.
But before that, they've reached the last step before reaching the supposed treasure, and Reno nods towards the giant shiny door.

"Come on then. Gotta get that treasure to make this whole thing worthwhile!"

[Which character gets hit by an arrow is up to you, or maybe they both avoid them and simply explore the treasure together!]

V. 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.
Just as a warning, Reno isn't in the best of places right now, so he might be a bit bitchy, or pretend to be all fine and dandy while he is clearly not!

ishmael / limbus company / 7♣️

[wheft]

get slimed, idiot!

[ one would think that ishmael would be able to solo the water level of this dungeon all by herself. she herself had thought so too, to be honest. she'd done solo runs in the more chaotic mirror dungeons in mephistopheles at dante's behest and was able to clear by herself just fine with the help of e.g.o gifts and the like. surely this potion she'd snagged from the lower levels will further enhance her capabilities, right?

but no. of course she'd fail the skill check this one time. so now she suffers the sexy circumstances of her body partially turning into slime, her ribcage now visible in her see-through flesh. what's more, the slimes in the area are beginning to clamor for her attention too as they squirm towards her, covering her with clear residue. it's only a matter of time before the mother slime decides to assimilate her into its body as well.

that doesn't mean she's become a damsel in distress, however. she can still be found warding off the slimes as much as she could with a low-quality sword she'd acquired along the way, but it's one of those flimsy swords that could break at any moment. it doesn't help that her movements are greatly slowing down thanks to her slimy body making her sluggish on top of the aphrodisiac gradually frying her brain, so -- help. ]

wildcard.

[ sorry this is one of those tls where im just here to thread smut. in this case, slimegirl ishy. but of course if you'd like to do things with her usual human form then please let me know! here are her permissions/kinklist, and feel free to hit me up on DMs or plurk if you want to thread anything else! ]

slime! slime! slime!

[incirculation]

[When looking through the discarded belongings of other travelers, Clara sees a ribbon that strikes her as familiar. As she grasps it in her hand a sense of dread comes over her as she pins down who it's likely connected to. The pulsing feeling of her suit comes to her, like the nagging heartbeat she never had to deal with.]

[She's in trouble. She's in trouble and you're excited. Loathsome creature. Didn't you say you would do better next time? Do you actually value her? Are you reacting like this because you worry for her or because you can only hold her when she's been weakened so?]

[So, it's a relief to see her fighting. Even if that relief is tinged with worry as the details become more clear. Is it her or simply something that looks like her? She could wait in the shadows, like she's done before, and wait to see what occurs. However, that makes the negative thoughts grow even heavier. If she wanted to prove she was not a monster, more similar to the creations of this dungeon than Ishmael was now, she needed to do something.]

[What Ishmael might notice first is that one side of her combat radius has decidedly fewer threats. The she might notice a cloaked figure that reaches out into the body of the slimes. The hand goes into the slime and then the ooze seems to dry up all around it to reveal the core. The round orb then cracks and crumbles in hand as if it were a thousands-year-old artifact.]

Arthur Lester | Malevolent | New Player

[ceaselesslabor]

- upper dungeon; floor two -

He wakes up when the temperature drops and it takes him a few moments to come to a couple of truths. The first is that he is royally fucked. The second is that he’s alone. No John. No - nothing. Just him. Here. Blind and cold despite the fact that he’s dressed in some sort of costume resembling, he can only imagine, a snake.

He makes it right to the edge of one of the bridges before he falters, arms around his body. He doesn’t trust himself to walk off the goddamn cliff. He just - he can wait.

Just a few minutes. Right here on the ground.

-upper dungeon; floor three-

This isn’t at all like the Dreamlands, and yet - he wouldn’t be surprised if this was some fucking offshoot of it. The forest around him, though he can’t see it, seems particularly inclined to make his life worse, like everything else in this godforsaken place.

Obviously, he has no idea what it is that sends a quick, leafy caress along his cheek. Arthur lashes out with a cry, falling flat on his ass as he trips over a particularly tricky root. Fortunately, the jolt slows him down just enough that he takes a breath and assesses instead of trying to find an axe and instead walking off of some stupid cliff.

He stands up, ready to face whatever comes. Even as a branch, unseen, touches along his back and he turns to swipe it away.

- lower dungeon; chamber one -

He’s fallen plenty of times in his life, especially over the last - well, if they don’t count the pits, then it really hasn’t been that long.

And Arthur chooses not to count the pits.

He coughs a little after the booming voice gives its direction. Emotionally vulnerable?

He would almost rather die.

Almost.

“Well, let’s get this over with.”

-wildcard-

[Hit me up at waningsunflower

[OOC Note: New player/new character! I don’t have a kink or permission list, but hit me up with whatever! I’ll go with anything. For right now, it’s unlikely to go anywhere too deep, but I am open to anything! Arthur is blind and does have a bit of scarring, which I’ll get to if it comes up!]

upper dungeon | floor two

[entirelymyown]

John's felt like he was in a daze the last month or so.

He's not sure what it is, whether it's something with the resort or not, but everything has felt hazy and off, like Horig's spell all over again.

...the idea is deeply uncomfortable, considering what he came here from, and even more uncomfortable given- Wait, did that-

Did that really happen? He's suddenly unsure. He's had dreams of Arthur appearing: in a hallway of portraits, on a moonlit lake at the campgrounds. Perhaps he's making it happen, forming it like a phantom presence in the Dreamlands, or something else from this place. Here, now, though, he feels more awake and clear than he has in months... though that might just be the chill.

It reminds him uncomfortably of Addison. Enough so that he actually stumbles into the man sitting in front of the bridge, a man seemingly made of skin and bone and-

What the fucking fuck-

"Arthur?!"

caleb widogast | critical role | 5♣ (current character)

[blumenthal]

a makeshift tavern (cw: alcohol)

Drinking alone, friend?

[ Not anymore. The barkeep has just dropped two tankards in front of Caleb, full to frothing, and he keeps only one for himself. The other he slides over to his neighbor, whether friend or stranger.

The atmosphere has him in high spirits tonight; his loosened posture, the warm flush of his skin, and the relaxed ease of his crooked, bemused smile indicate that this is likely not his first beer this evening. But far from being drunkenly dulled, his blue eyes are bright and lively, and while his accent is perhaps a touch thicker than usual, he's nowhere near slurring his words. ]

floor two: only one bedroll (cw: possible references to past abuse and homelessness)

[ The cold is an old and familiar nemesis. Memories that live in his body as much as his mind well up unbidden, a flow it is impossible to staunch completely. But tucked into an abandoned campsite with another unlucky adventurer (or "monster" as the case may be), the canvas of a half-secured tent whipping wildly around them in the force of an icy gale, he knows what to do.

Nearly ten minutes ago he'd told his companion give me ten minutes, I'll get us out of the wind. Sitting down with his legs folded, he'd unbuckled the book under his right arm from its leather holster and spread it open in his lap, fingers flipping automatically to page he barely needed to look at. His other hand fished in the leather pouch strapped to his thigh, emerging with a small crystal bead pinched between his thumb and forefinger. He's spent the minutes since in concentration, holding his book and muttering under his breath, tracing arcane sigils and glyphs with his fingertip in a circular pattern on the floor around him. Each ignites in amber light, glowing like the coals of a banked fire--until he speaks a final word and a shimmering half-sphere of translucent amber magic encompasses them both. A dome arcs over their heads and meets the freezing stone floor, precisely ten feet in circumference from the spot where Caleb sits. Instantly they're encompassed in a pocket of calm. The wind is outside and they are in, protected from the elements. ]

Okay. [ Spoken like a sigh, breathy and weary. Caleb scratches at the scruff of his beard with nearly numb fingers; the fingerless gloves he wears are doing a little, but not enough. ] It will get warmer in here, but it takes time.

[ Regaining body heat once lost is difficult; better to retain it in the first place where possible. His eyes fall on the single bedroll left behind with the supplies here, an unexpected benefit. Most nights facing temperatures like this he didn't have even that much. Being precious about their situation will only make it worse, so he doesn't hesitate to suggest, ] We should share. We'll conserve more heat that way.

floor five: component gathering (open to any slime except pink, but let's chat before purple or yellow!)

[ Naturally, he's wound up with several glass vials of slime residue. He hasn't been tasked to collect it. Caleb is questing for no one at the moment, exploring only for his own edification. He wants to thoroughly map the dungeon, and on the way harvest useful or unusual materials for use as components or merely for further study. Hence the slime. Hence his current predicament.

He has, for the most part, been content to wander barefoot through the flooded halls of this floor with his pant legs rolled up around his knees, boots and coat magically stored away in the amber pendant around his neck. Globules of amber light bob in the air overhead, illuminating the dark corridor as it opens up into a wider chamber filled with deeper water. He stops at the edge, peering out at the path ahead--or the lack of one--with a frown.

Which is just when a small slime drips from the arch overhead and directly down the back of his shirt. Grabbing at his collar to shake it out, he loses his footing on the wet stone-- ]

Scheiße!

[ --and topples gracelessly into the water with a splash that echoes against the cavern walls. ]

ooc

[ this dnd wizard is right at home on a dungeon crawl. happy for any prompts to lead to smut or not, and only one bedroll also comes with some built-in backstory related potential for deeper cr-building. "monsters" welcome, and also happy to assume some basic cr wrt meeting in the dungeon and deciding to travel together. caleb's info and kinks are here. he just turned 36, he's bisexual, and open to any gender (and species) age 21+. also interested in monster combat, mistletoe, bridges, and voice kink for potential wildcards. ]

floor five

[entirelymyown]

[ Given his life experience, there is very few things which will call John's attention like someone going face first into water. It's also something he knows damn well can be a major problem if they happened to hit their head on the way down. Thankfully, he's close enough that when he gets to the pool, he can see exactly how 'dire' the circumstances seem to be- ]

...Caleb?

[ He wasn't not expecting him. But he hasn't seem him for a while, in any form, so it's certainly a surprise. Wait- ]

Are you all right? Need a hand up?

Ada Wong | Resident Evil | new character, current player

[droppingin]

→ Arrival (1)
potential smut, potential violence

[ Ada awakens with a sense of deja vu. After awhile, the medieval dungeons tend to run together, but the slimes are new. Not the kind of change she'd make, but obviously no one asked her. If she's being honest, it beats the rotting corpses.

She doesn't waste time wondering if this is real, not the ridiculous costume, not the sack of random gemstones and condoms, none of it. Well, the cucumber would be weirder if not for the condoms. There's not a lot of subtlety to be found.

It doesn't take her long to realize there's a role she's expected to play. The watch attached to her wrist is naturally the most help of all, but the similarly terribly dressed “hunters” fill in a few more blanks.

Unfortunately for them, she's not so easily caught. The web is hers, and the wires will be tripped at their peril.

Guess there's nowhere to go but down. ]

→ Kink or ? (2)
smut, pegging

[ It's been a long couple days. A few careful conversations have informed Ada that she could backtrack from the dungeon to a market and buy something else to wear. Nothing she's seen anyone else wearing has seemed much of an improvement, and she's loathe to lose her progress. So in her spider costume she remains as she chooses what is clearly a perilous path.

And is nearly crushed beneath a rolling great tit.

She lands with grace, the fall not nearly so far as expected...and sighs.

Whoever else is lucky(?) enough to find themself tumbling after her in due time will find Ada perched comfortably on the lower curve of the only piece of furniture in the room, sporting a patent leather harness and a moderately sized red dildo already in place.

She wasn't taking any chances.

The voice booms overhead and Ada's eyes roll before she smirks in greeting. ]

Step into my parlor.

→ Market Restock (3)
shopping!

[ Ada's had enough of this spider costume, so she strategically retreats to the upper levels, and to the market. It doesn't take a genius to discern the quality of goods on offer is... Not much better than her current ensemble. But at least most of them don't come with six additional legs.

After a little haggling, and a little overselling of the nature of the...substances...on her current costume, Ada procures new armor. She also takes a moment to assess the quests on offer, the food, the weapons... She opts for a small knife that after a few quick tests at least seems like it'll stay in one piece. She finds she has a few chips to spare, and some of the materials in the pouch she'd woken up with grease a palm or two to point her in the right direction.

Which is all to say, Ada will be browsing, but efficiently...and will also be listening in for any info she can glean about where exactly she is. Playing along with the insane games of some wealthy employer is, more or less, exactly her wheelhouse. But this game is on a whole other scale to what she's used to. ]

→ Sirens and Slimes (4)
potential smut, violence against slimes, voice kink, aphrodisiac

[ Now outfitted with a small satchel and a few glass jars, Ada has returned to the lower levels of the dungeon after picking up a few quests, just in case. Gathering collectibles is more or less her main source of income, as is not asking too many questions of her employers...

But that doesn't mean she can't take her time. It's peaceful, near the water, even with the strange slimes and the seductive legfish, and Ada takes a moment to peel off her boots and soak her legs in one of the pools. After she'd collected a few bottles of water, of course. A couple for the job posting, and another for herself. Hydration is essential.

She's keeping an eye out for anyone attempting to sneak up on her, but with the sheer amount of fellow “adventurers” wandering around, the noise has become less alarming than she might normally find it. Not everyone is taking things seriously, and it might be rubbing off on her a little. If this is all temporary...she might as well live a little.

After her soak and the regrettable re-equipping of her boots, Ada attempts to gather a few slime cores. Having kept the long gloves from her previous costume, it takes her awhile to realize there might be additional...effects to the slippery little guys. Regardless, she's more or less mercilessly stomping on a few and jarring up whatever appears most core-like about them.... ]

→ Tavern (5)
alcohol

[ Between excursions, quests, hunts... Ada might be found in the tavern, seated at the bar, or curled up near the fire. She's clearly observing, not exactly reaching out a friendly hand or a greeting on a whim, but she's making no attempt to be unapproachable. Just passing the time.

With enough persuasion she can be goaded into a drinking contest or a game of dice, clearly enjoying embracing the Adventurer identity she's been thrust into. There's not much else to do, really, and she's never been one to waste time. She's never been one to have much time to call her own. Might as well make the most of it. ]

→ WILDCARD

[ ooc: Ada will be....everywhere. I am genuinely interested in most prompts, everything to do with exploring and questing, and many of the smuttier prompts, as well. She prefers to work alone, but I'm obviously open to others choosing to join her regardless, and getting trapped by the mistletoe, shot by arrows, all of this. Hatemance potion could be a lot of fun! Mostly interested in the clear slime, or the Mother Slime, and any kind of vocal effect from the waters, up to you if Ada's voice does a little something special, if you go for that prompt!

I'm also very open to other kink room scenarios, if there's something you're itching for a domme for. She can play at submission, but it's...unlikely.

Open to gen or smut with any of the prompts!

Preference-wise, OTA 21+, 25+ preferred, Ada does not default to penetrative sex, but pending discussion and the prompt in play, this can definitely be finagled. Her kinklist is a constant wip, but exists! The usual NOs apply, and anything unlisted can be discussed! PM this journal, or hmu on plurk at asirensings and let's chat! ]

2

[dullknife]

[After diving away from the boulder, Nanami lands in the chamber below in a crouch. He rises warily as an unseen voice proclaims the options are EXPLORE KINK OR REMAIN TRAPPED FOREVER. Another voice quickly draws his attention to the center of the room.

His presumed partner in... whatever he's meant to explore here seems to have had more time to prepare.]

Have you been waiting long?

[He doesn't approach her right away, instead taking a moment to look around the mostly bare chamber. One door—padlocked. No furnishings aside from the oddly shaped seat the woman is occupying. The dildo jutting from the harness at her hips is a likely indicator of what the kink in question is, especially since he doesn't see any toys or implements sitting out. He takes a few steps to the side, circling in case there's anything out of view on the other side of the seat.]

Scarlet El Vandimion 🌹 May I Ask For One Final Thing? 🌹 New Character

[ice_rose]

🌹 Lower Dungeon | Fifth Floor

Unsurprisingly, she wakes up in the lower dungeon, dressed in bright red skin tight leather scale and a fake dragon 'tail' that hugs every inch of her curves. She'd say it wasn't ladylike except for how very apparent the fact that she is a lady is in this outfit.

...more importantly, she can move in it and her skin can breathe. She's less of a fan of the fact that her half gloves appear to be missing but... nothing for it. She will have to make do. More blood on her knuckles; so be it.

She ends up splashing herself more than a little in some of the puddles, unaware of the effect. She might not even notice that her voice has power when or if she talks to someone; she drinks purely because she's thirsty, having just woken up. Not that she has any clearing up for her skin, or her hair to become shinier, and her features are already rather radiant; one does not get called the Ice Rose for nothing, after all. But that might be why she's beset by slimes after a certain amount of time.

She dodges the first few: clear, pink, purple, yellow- they're small enough and easy enough to simply dodge. But even her formidable abilities don't catch onto the mother slime before it manages to dive in the way of one of her jumps and she's got her fist halfway into the goo before she feels the effects. It sucks in half of her arm and most of her leg before she manages to push herself off and away, the slime releasing with a wet pop that makes something between her legs squirm and slick.

What- whatever is this burning drive? She's never felt anything like this before, at least about something other than beating the hell out of people! ...she has to find someone to scratch this itch now.

Run.

🌹 Upper Dungeon | First Floor

It's no wonder that she makes her way up and out of the dungeon, though how much of her clothing has survived given the journey up (and her adventures during them, is anyone's guess. Very little stops Scarlet when she's moving, though unfortunately the mistletoe is one of those things. She tries everything: acceleration, reversing time- none of it will let her out of the mistletoe's range. Not that she's aware of what the hanging plant is.

Which is why she's turning to her new companion, ice-blue eyes flat and determined.

"Tell me: do you know how to escape this strange invisible cage?"

🌹 Wildcard

[ ooc: feel free to put her anywhere and ping me on yarnzipan if you care to plot. Thanks!]

First Floor

[noneforyou]

Xue Yang had just been trying to make sure all the supplies that he had stashed in his room are still there; it wasn't supposed to be an eventful trip whatsoever. Well, not like things tend to go how they're "supposed to" around here.

He'd walked down this corridor on the way to (what remains of) his room, so he had no reason to be wary of the same space on the way back. But he and this woman pass each other at just the right, or rather wrong, spot, and suddenly Xue Yang finds himself being pushed a step backwards by an invisible force.

He gives a quick glance over his shoulder to verify that she also seems to be taken by surprise at this development before focusing back in front of himself with a roll of his eyes. He doesn't put too much effort into any escape, though that's not to say there's none either: he presses forward experimentally to see just where the boundary is and if he can push his way through it, and when that fails, he forms his hand into a seal and his fingertips glow a slight green. But whatever was supposed to happen clearly doesn't.

"We fuck, probably." Xue Yang doesn't sound too bothered as he says the reply, sparing only another slight glance towards his fellow captive before turning back to the space he was focusing on. "You new here?"

dante | make the exorcist fall in love | new character, current player

[genesis1926]

i. new arrival ( gen or nsfw )

[ Right. So he's dead.

That's got to be the only explanation for what's going on right now. He's dead, this is hell, and all of this is Asmodeus jerking him around for her own amusement now that he's stuck in her Gehenna. There's no other explanation for ... whatever the hell is going on here. Which is to say, Dante is looking extremely exasperated and ornery as he trudges his way through this godforsaken dungeon. He's at least found a large, ragged cape to sling on over his shoulders, but it does little to hide the fact that he's dressed in some sort of sexy demon costume -- tight black leather pants, black crop top, horned headband that he can't seem to take off.

He's mostly just trying to come to terms with this fresh hell, and the moment he runs into someone while making his way through one of the dungeon floors and their eyes meet, he grits, ]

You looking to 'slay' me?

[ His flat stare and tone of voice suggest -- if the answer is yes, he might start throwing hands. ]

ii. only one bedroll ( probably gen )

You go ahead and use it.

[ Is what he says as he tosses the bedroll over to whichever other guest has ended up at the campsite with him. His tone of voice is hardly kind, his delivery brusque and a little too direct, but at least it's a nice offer? Maybe? ]

We should rest in shifts, just in case. [ Oh, never mind. He's just being pragmatic, and Dante fights back a shiver (this stupid costume is skimpy, and he hasn't had much luck finding additional clothes) as he walks around the tiny campsite to get a better grasp on their surroundings. ] I'll set something up to block the wind. You rest first.

iii. slimes ( probably nsfw )

[ (Let's say he's finally out of that demon cosplay and in normal clothes, he's suffered enough.)

Somebody hasn't acclimated to the nature of this place yet ... and so he's admittedly being a little careless as he wades through the shallows of the fifth floor. Sure, he could purify the water first and set up barriers to ward off all these things one by one. But that'd take time, and he's frankly not in the right state of mind to be so meticulous right now. If a slime or two happens to splatter him a bit as he's kicking it away, whatever.

But eventually, the sheer number of them starts to grow concerning, and Dante heaves an exasperated sigh to himself as he trudges over towards whoever else he's spotted struggling along in this floor. ]

Hey. [ A clear slime takes the chance to drop from the ceiling, right onto the back of his neck; Dante swats it off without even looking at it, ignoring the slime dribbling down his back. ] You know what these things are? It's endless.

[ He's not much for videogames or pop culture ............. ]

iv. wildcard!

[ ooc ; Tentatively voicetesting! Also open to other prompts if preferred, please feel free to wildcard me! Basic info here! For smut, his IC preferences are a little wobbly, but for simplicity's sake I'll say M/M only for now, 20+, please. Very OTA for gen! Thanks! ]

wildcard

[byanyother]

[ spares you from having to write smut with me since your guy is gay

Which is truly such a tragedy. Look at that sexy scar across this man's face? The piercing gaze of his glare? Well, it's fine, Rosetta can appreciate good looks without needing to actively act on them. Sometimes it's more fun to windowshop, you know?

Regardless, they're currently (throws dart) at the tavern, lively music and boisterous chatter serving as plenty of background noise. The patrons are many and the seating few, which is why Rosetta comes to a stop next to his table, arms wrapped loose around her torso. ]

Mind if I take a seat here? Or is a handsome man like you waiting for someone already?

[ He may be gay but that will not stop her from flirting until she finds out. ]

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

[drugsnotclubs]

[ooc; Hey there! Suze here. I’m open to gen and NSFW, with very few restrictions. If you want a custom starter, hit me up! You can get me at my contact page, a PM, right here in the thread, whichever. Shinjiro is 18, just in case that’s too low for anyone (he had a birthday here but he doesn’t count it as his age going up because it was like 2 months after his one in canon--) Anyway, here’s some handy links!]

Kinklist ♦ Character Info ♦ OOC Contact

THE UPPER DUNGEON - Nympho nymphs, funky flowers, and a single bed. click to expand

♦ HORNY NYMPHS - seriously they are so thirsty

’Come ooonnnn~ [The nymph had been hounding them for a while, fluttering its wings and using the vine in its hand as a playful flogger.] ’Just imagine… This wrapped around your neck, completely at my mercy…~ I’d let you come…. eventually~’

[Also it won’t shut up about wanting to fuck them, in various ways. Right now it’s trying to sell choking, but it’s hardly the first topic it’s brought up as they root through the overgrown forest, climbing up over massive roots and the humbled ruins of some ancient stone structure. Earlier it had been laying across a branch, it’s flower of genitalia on full display as it dripped nectar across the branch, petals lightly fluttering as though grasping for anything near by, and stamens quivering up and alert from between its spread limbs.]

...So can we hit this thing, or what? [Shinjiro growls, already Kind Of Done with it. It was flustering and embarrassing at first- flittering up behind them to whisper in their ears, promising things that they may have never even considered. But as they ignored it, it has only gotten more and more brazen-- now to the point that it is following them outright, flickering in and out to tease and grope and moan. Right now it has it’s dripping, vinelike “tongue” thrust out of its mouth and between two fingers in a ridiculous promise of eating someone out. ]

It counts as a monster, right?

[ooc; please also NPC the horny nymph with me, LOL]

♦ The Dongle Flowers - milk them gently

Should’ve known they’d just be dicks.

[At least Shinjiro doesn’t sound completely surprised about the revelation. A job to go get some sort of flower sap or milk or whatever? Easy, once you got far enough into the dungeon to get there. But of course instead of some kind of pitcher plant to pour out or thick stem to tap into, it’s just….

Well. A field of dicks, basically. All of them not-so-innocently poking up scattered throughout the clearing in the forest. Some of them are bunched into a sort of penis-bush, others stand like really fleshy cattails, and more still have found their way into the crevices between a tree and its roots, sprouting up happily. Hell, they even move like cocks when the breeze catches them. A slight waver here, a twitch or pulse there.

He shuffles the bag off his back, going ahead and digging in it to get the vials they needed to get filled.]

I guess we can just assume how they work… [Yep. Time to get to jacking off flowers. Those chips ain’t gonna earn themselves and a Two’s gotta do what they gotta do.]

♦ Just One Bed - an absolute classic

[He’s exhausted, he’s covered in Dungeon Mess (and god only knows what that’s made of), and of course it’s getting freezing. In true Peacock fashion, the only viable option presented to sleep or even just wait out the wintery storm building up is a cozy little alcove with just enough room for two people. Or more if you’re all very friendly. Nestled innocently inside is the single bedroll, all fur and soft leather and inviting as hell.

His arms are wrapped around himself, as though that helps keep any of his heat from being lost in the gales of wind (that this alcove is positioned just right to shelter them from), and he’s glowering at it.]

...Alright. Guess we’re doing this.

[He had to get fairly cozy when the resort was a campground, and he’s deciding he’s not going to be the one to make a big deal out of it. But he also can’t climb into a sleeping bag with someone covered in dongle flower extract and who knows what else-- so he’s going to start pulling off his outer layers as quickly as he can to minimize the time spent exposed to the elements. Kicking off his boots, balling up his clothes into something that Hopefully Won’t Freeze, and moving to get that bedroll open so it can be closed again.]

You coming, or what?

THE LOWER DUNGEON - Slime rancher, Emotions, and a very real chance of death. click to expand

♦ Be Emotionally Vulnerable… OR DIE -(we seriously might die here fam)

[Alright, the giant boulder and the tumble were stupid, and he’s already rubbing his leg from where he landed funny. Nothing’s broken or anything, but it’s definitely gonna be a hell of a bruise. Add to it a giant, booming voice telling them the instructions for this ‘game’ and he’s rolling his eyes.]

Like this place would let us die…

[He says, just as the lights flash dramatically to reveal the wall of spikes approaching from the darkness it had been hidden in. They sure do look Solid and Pointy. And the wall is pretty big, so that’s a lot of force behind it? He doesn’t sound quite as sure when he adds:]

Seriously, though. This is just for the danger kink people, right?

[…..right????]

♦ Slimes Ahoy - they’re so cute, collect ‘em all!
[ooc; I’m good with any/all/none slime effects! I will probably skip purple for Shinjiro, but your character is welcome to it if they’d like.]

I dunno if I hate these or the fish with vag’s more.

[The reverse mermaids were horrifying enough-- huge giant eyes staring blankly as they assumed position, ready to have the blub-glub fucked out of them. But these things are innocent-looking and multicoloured and tenacious in the way they stalk, which can only mean it’s probably a bad idea to let them catch up.

A small one splorches down off the ceiling, landing on Shinjiro’s shoulder and bouncing off to roll and flop onto the ground, thankfully having a bit too much velocity and hitting at a shallow enough angle so that it doesn’t just stick there. It makes him look up at the way the ceiling rocks and pulsates with the translucent creatures, bobbing and ebbing as they move along towards them.]

...Alright, it’s these ones. At least the Cuntfish just lay there. Which way?

[‘Cause fam it’s a sewer dungeon and he’s lost.]

WILD CARD

[Feel free to hit me up with whatever you’d like! Hanging at the market? Arguing over the last barstool at the tavern? Trying to find their shit basement rooms in the dungeon? Tag me with anything, or hit me up and we can plan something out.]

slimes - okay but consider mother slime..

[menhulu]

.. Cuntfish.

[ he can't help but remark. somehow, it sounds even funnier in dan heng's deadpan voice.

but anyway, here they are, making their way through these watery paths that feel very comfortable for a water dragon, indeed. they've come a long way by now, but there is still further to go, and dan heng frowns up at the cascading slimes above, slowly making their way near. one drops onto shinjiro's shoulder. another barely misses dan heng's head.

hmm. after a moment's thought, he transforms into a long, sinewy dragon, just as the slimes begin to rain down. ]

Hop on.

nami (one piece live action, returning character/player)

[cartographie]

– everybody must get (un)stoned (arrival: market, tavern, dungeon entrance)

[ More than a few questions spring to mind as she finds herself coming to in some far-flung corridor of the resort: Why is she so stiff? So sore? So goddamn dusty? Unfortunately (or not), she isn't left to wonder that long, as a sideways glance at the statues lining the hallway tell her everything she needs to know about the dust clinging to her hair and clothes, and why her limbs feel like they haven't had a chance to move in quite some time.

Muttering curses as she shakes herself off, Nami heads out of what looks to be one of the upper floors of the dungeon and towards where she's fairly sure the lobby should be, only to be stopped in her tracks by the wintry marketplace that's potentially replaced it – that, or she's gotten uncharacteristically turned around. It does seem like a whole new place, to be fair. The decorated marketplace stalls, the snow, a blacksmith(?), it's nothing like the gilded lobby she remembers passing through so many times in the past.

If she hasn't crossed paths with anyone she knows while poking around the market, then she takes the practical, piratical approach in information gathering, and heads to the tavern, lingering curiously by the board tacked with various odd jobs while nursing the strongest drink she could get out of the person behind the bar.

Eventually, inevitably, it is the second posting – a woman in need looking for bottles of dungeon water – that catches Nami's eye, as well as the mention of a treasure room detailed in the fourth ad. While she isn't the bold adventuring type, getting paid to help out another woman in need, and chasing down this "treasure room" are both potent incentives to set off.

Regardless if they've met before or not, when she spots somebody else by the entrance seemingly in the middle of preparing to get their dungeon crawl on, she'll head over, head cocking inquisitively as she sizes them up. ]

Let me come with you. I know how to find my way through anything, could be useful. [ She's no fighter. Whatever's down there, Nami would lay chips on the fact that two heads are going to be better than one. ]

– debased in dungeon (dungeoneering miscellany, the lower floors)

a: [ The boulder painted up like a boob wasn't terrifying, but the chamber she's fallen into on Floor 4 is nothing if not absolutely terrifying. The slowly closing spiked walls are enough to get a horrified yell out of Nami before she's scampering towards the middle of the room, dragging whoever else had the misfortune of landing in here with her along with her.

Then the booming voice proclaims emotional vulnerability or death, and everything gets so much worse. Suddenly, the spikes don't seem that insurmountable. ]

How are we supposed to do that, exactly? [ Somehow she manages to sound equally exasperated and terrified, though there's nothing but fear written all over her face when she looks back at her unlucky companion, racking her brain before coming out with a stilted– ] You have nice…hands? [ Clearly, she's amazing at this. ]

b: [ Whatever may have happened on the floor above, on Floor 5 Nami finds the dungeon water mentioned in the ad that she saw at the tavern, and it doesn't take much wading through these half-submerged tunnels for her to put together why somebody was offering to pay for bottles of the stuff. At least, she doesn't think her hair should be quite this shiny and voluminous after the ordeal she's gone through to get here.

Completing the task of getting these bottles filled shouldn't take that much time, but there's a lot on this floor that seems bound and determined to distract her from what should be a straightforward fetch quest.

The sight of treasure chests waiting just beneath the water's surface, for example, is all it takes for Nami to wade deeper into the water, too busy imagining what might be inside to notice the passel of slimes slowly working their way down the wall. ]

[ note: good with factoring any slime color but pink into this. ]

c: [ By the time she reaches Floor 6 both her navigational skills, and her patience, have been put to the test. Wilting from the heat, she might offer the other person suffering through this with her a bottle of the water she's collected from the last floor, oblivious to the effect it might have after being drank. Or, she'll go along with helping someone out in a chamber, although, unfortunately, should anybody end up inhabiting her body, they should be prepared to get bossed around. She likes her body! She's not going to let anybody do whatever they like in it.

Whether she's in her own body at the final stretch or someone else's, the promise of treasure will be powerful enough to make Nami momentarily forget her troubles and run towards the door. She'll likely be able to dodge most of the arrows while cursing about it, but there's almost no chance she'll make it through this without being hit thanks to the reckless dash she's broken into. ]

Why are you going so slow? We're right near the end!

– so much for true love (♥the treasure room♥)

[ Forget for a moment the dungeon, the rampant horniness, the ejaculating flowers, and the cold hard knowledge that when all is said and done, everybody here has been ripped from their own world., and think only of the room of treasure.

Which is what Nami does, after sighing with such sweet fondness one would assume she's already stepped through the door that promises to get back home and ended up on Going Merry's deck, awash in warm, East Blue sunshine. As she steps forward, she sheds the collection of loot and gear she's amassed during her descent through the dungeon, until, with the delicious tinkling of golden coins being pushed out of the way, she sprawls out on the biggest pile of treasure in the room.

If this is her reward for breaking free of her statued form, she accepts (for now, until the resort gives her something else to complain about). After she's slid more than a dozen glittering bangles onto her wrists and spent a minute admiring them, Nami turns her attention towards her travel companion to see what it is they've found in this incredible, wonderful, perfect room.

A nearby object catches her eye and immediately steals her attention, less glittery than most of the other riches in the room, it's the familiar shape that's snagged her focus, drawing her to sit up in her pile of riches and inadvertently send a shimmering rain of gold and jewels into her lap. ]

Is that a compass? Can I see it?

– wildcard

[ hello again, golden peacock ♥ returning player/character, her old info post is still here and still applies. open to wildcards with so many of these amazing prompts, so pls feel free to toss starts my way, or shoot me a pm to plot further ]

– so much for true love (♥the treasure room♥) - I had to

[shanksyourfeels]

[ There are a great, so many many, things Shanks wants, of items and hopes and dreams, and people. Of course, there's only one of those present at the moment ( as he's already stuffed a pocket full of gems and gold, things he can keep or give to Uta, Buggy and others as gifts ) so the item he's holding? It keeps pointing to the other ginger he made it here with. Confused, when Nami asks about it, his head snaps up. For a moment, he just looks at her, still happy she's back, but sad she's not home with her crew, as she should be. ]

I believe it is. Seems to be broken, though.

[ He hands it over to Nami to start rummaging through other items. Maybe he can find a new cloak clasp. ]

Clara Miller | Original Character | 8♥︎, existing character

[incirculation]

I. The Winding Markets (no cws besides morbidity)

[The dungeon doesn't have quite the kind of treasures she yearns for. It makes sense, after all, since it was all arranged for their entertainment. She couldn't find lost records of dying civilizations or an atmospheric journal detailing someone starving in a dungeon. It was all potions, trinkets, treasures, thinks that held material value but weren't very interesting to her.]

[And the things that were interesting to her... were usually abandoned by adventurers who ran scared, blacked out, or worse. However, in this place, where death was a pale imitation of itself and was hardly given its proper respect, she couldn't just keep them. Thus, she uses her influence as one of the higher ranks to secure a small table among the marketplace stalls. The banner across the front is written in very neat handwriting which is translated by the Watches as:]

LOST & FOUND

[And then she's got a scattered set of jewelry, trinkets, small weapons, and... yes, a few erotic implements that do seem to have at least been cleaned off before being set upon the table.]

[Getting closer, one can find Clara reading a rented book from the library, something about the cosmology of some distant world she'll never see with her own two eyes. She does look up to "greet" people as a shopkeeper but expects her sign to do most of the talking for her.]

[The sign, once close enough for a visitor's Watch to read, says:]

There are things I found in the dungeon that appear to belong to others. If you see something that belongs to you, please take it. I do not speak but can answer any questions using the Watch. Please do not take belongings that are not yours (that is wrong). I do not need a reward.

II. Floor 4 (nsfw) (cws depending on thread: sexual content, kink negotiation)

[Ah, unfortunate.]

[Clara usually relied on stealth to get through certain parts of the dungeon. Moving slowly and cautiously she managed to avoid quite a few of the cooperation-based puzzles. She often turned back when there were pathways that all funneled into a narrow hallway to demand everyone cross through a specific room. The halls seemed to shift just enough on a night-by-night basis.]

[This time she overstepped. Or, perhaps she was simply unlucky enough to not get through the room before another person arrived.]

["EXPLORE KINK OR REMAIN TRAPPED FOREVER," hm?]

[Her face is impassive but she does have a notebook with her that, whenever her companion starts looking around at the provided tools, she scribbles furiously in. What exact she tries, offers, or does will depend strongly on her partner but... she may have some ideas.]

LOST & FOUND SUBMISSION

[incirculation]

[ooc: If you are interested in having a belonging of your choice abandoned in the dungeon and found by Clara for future CR/for current CR to pick up from her booth go ahead and post here with a description of what was lost!]

[If you plan with a specific player to have a specific character retrieve the item, please specify. With no specification I'll assume the item can be picked up by anyone... even a completely unrelated character who might just pocket it! That's the fun!]

alhaitham | genshin impact | new character/new player

[wellpaid]

— i. KISS KISS (mistletoe, sfw)

[ he would like to know how he went to sleep in his bedroom and awoke here because frankly? it's impressive. the get up he woke up in is... quite the choice. he gets the idea. the horns and pointed tail. a devil? alright. the amount of leather is especially ridiculous. wildcard. worth double the payout. alhaitham is almost inclined to think he's had a few too many drinks and ended up in some of sumeru's ruins. maybe ingested something that causes hallucinations. the corridors he wanders seem like nothing special, but neither are they giving him any concrete answers. there's nothing that suggests this is anything other than real. still...

him? they really thought he would participate in this?

alhaitham is more than ready to wake up back in his home when he instead rounds a corner and nearly bumps into someone else. ]

Sorry, [ he says, a perfunctory and dull response, given without a thought until when he tries to continue on, he simply can't. he pauses. tries again. his eyesight isn't poor, he can clearly see that he isn't the only one attempting to move on but stuck in place. hm. ] I suppose you're not responsible for this.

—  ii. HANDHOLDING (floor 2, gen)

[ he has very nearly been tossed to the ground below twice now and, no offense, alhaitham isn't interested in taking a tumble into the mossy ground below. for all he knows, the bed of moss below is waiting to turn into some kind of extraordinary sex trap. furthermore, there are multiple other bridges ahead. he doesn't care to be tossed on his butt below that many times. he has an idea, though, that like most of the tricks around this depraved dungeon, it'll take another person to reach the other side of the bridge. that leaves him waiting for the next person to arrive. ]

About time, [ alhaitham says as he sees the next person approach, not batting an eye if it's another "monster" or "adventurer" approaching. ] Ever encountered this before?

—  iii. NONCONSENSUAL FACIAL (floor 3, nsfw)

[ the lush vegetation of this floor remind alhaitham more of home than anything. the likeness to sumeru grants perhaps too much confidence, as he doesn't mind traversing deeper into it. honestly, he could do without the groping of the well-disguised flora like creatures within, but they're easy enough to brush off and no real trouble. he doesn't find what he's seeking.

no, what alhaitham does find is the most phallic shaped plant he's ever displeasure of encountering. recognizing that it is a plant makes it less odd that there's someone there, ahead of him, stimulating the phallic plant. uh. milking it, he supposes. he hopes there's a good reason for that. he's not about to interrupt that passing by, so staring at one of those bizarre plants and wondering what kind of reward one gets for -- milking it. 

poor decision. there's nearly no warning before the plant is shooting off, creamy.... milk shooting right onto alhaitham's face. the other plants within the proximity are doing the same, emptying their load of milk as the person ahead has clearly finished their job. alhaitham didn't account for it setting off all the plants in the area. 

his previously silence presence is given up in an ungraceful sputter and disgusted noise as he's quick to wipe the stuff off his face. it's in his hair. ]

If you want more of that stuff, I'm covered. 

[ as dry as his voice is, the disgust is audible. ] 

— CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

encounter alhaitham in the wilds, wherever you like. any prompt you're interested in, let me know and i don't mind writing a starter.

— ooc

i'm introducing the least sexual man ever. open to m/m and m/f for this and our man here is a top, in his mid-20s. i'm honestly torn between apping this guy and another character (take a wild guess) so i'm giving them both a try.

kiss kiss~

[indigently]

[ Having been here as long as he has been, Kaveh is not a monster but an adventurer, although the armor he's obtained is anything but protective, much to his chagrin. Between that and his hair, longer than it's ever been, trailing halfway down his back by now, it's possible that Alhaitham won't immediately recognize him.

It takes him a moment, as it is, to discern his former roommate's identity, what with the horns and tail and... so, so much leather.

And it might be good that he's stuck in place, because if he weren't, he might do something stupid like hug him, and based on the way Alhaitham talks, it's... probably for the best that he doesn't.

Still, his eyes are wide and his lower lip trembles as their eyes meet. ]

Alhaitham, [ he says, and then, belatedly realizing that he needs to answer the scribe's question, shakes his head. ] No, I... it's not because of me. This is just.. this is just the kind of thing that happens here.

[ He doesn't go so far as to say that it usually takes some sort of physical or sexual contact to undo whatever the magic is—he can't bring himself to do so. ]

Corbeau ❱ Pokemon Legends Z-A ❱ New Player/New Character

[veneficial]

𝗨𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗗𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗻 - 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗥 𝟯

𝗔 (cw: giant bug costume)

[ It takes a bit of wriggling to figure out he's not somehow awoken trapped in a sleeping bag - which would be exceedingly weird and worrisome for multiple reasons. Actually, waking up in a full body Scolipede costume is also both weird and worrisome. Especially since he can't seem to find the zipper. Especially, especially since there is a very strategically placed hole on the lower half of the costume and he's left feeling quite vulnerable.

Muffled curses echo through the forest, especially when he collides with a tree.

Tiring himself out, he eventually plops his buggy body on what he thinks is a log ... but is actually a very hefty treasure chest. ]

𝗕 (cw: plant bondage, bukakke)

[ The good news for Corbeau is that he eventually gets out of the Scolipede costume! The bad news is, it's because a very grabby plant ripped it off. This leaves him tied up in vines, struggling in vain to try and free himself.

To add insult to injury, a crop of dongle flowers seem to be set off by his groans of frustration, coating him in generous doses of their sticky milk. ]

This ... is so ridiculous.

[ Plop! Off fall his glasses! ]

... you can't be serious.

𝗟𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗗𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗻 - 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗥 𝟱

𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗲

[ Why must every floor involve some sort of mess? He had hoped the water meant he'd be able to at least rinse off. It might not be a bathhouse or his pristine bathroom from back home, but it would be preferable to everything being so sticky.

Instead, he'd spent a good thirty minutes trying to escape the Mother Slime after finding himself absorbed. Flailing his limbs around helplessly in gelatin for that long left him exhausted by the time she deigned to deposit him back into one of the less flooded chambers like a kid spitting out a vegetable back onto his plate.

At first, he thinks the strange tingle in his limbs is from the previous exertion. Legs feel wobbly as he struggles to get to his feet in the shallow pool ]

((ooc: If you'd like any other scenes feel free to PM me here or reach out on plurk - tentaclemonster!))

Spoilers for SHf

[stillamonster]

Spoiler for Icon

[A half enraged Shichibi roams the foggy forests of the third floor. He holds no interest in the treasure chests strewn about, but it had caught the scent of a man. Sniffing and snarling for something to take his feral frustrations out on, he instead finds... and odd bug. A decoy, meant to set him on the wrong path!?

Petulant, he snaps his teeth into the long neck of it, intent to shake it until it snapped. Perhaps he could eat the insides, if they were not putrid-

Instead, teeth practically squeak into plush and cushion, finding not the shell he anticipated the snap through. The taste of plastic is about as poisonous as a nature spirit might encounter. So, his jaws unlatch before they sink deep enough to find Corbeau within. The Shichibi wincing back in disgust, howling out,]

Wretched filth!

dan heng | honkai: star rail | 7♠

[menhulu]

winding market;

[ truth be told, dan heng is a bit.. enamoured with this change. it's certainly much more appealing than the peacock's usual garish decor, the rustic feel of it all much more cozy and welcoming. it won't last, he knows, these things never do here, but he'll enjoy it while he can.

most of the time he spends simply wandering around and enjoying the light snowfall and warm baubles of light while he shops around, but it isn't long before he's roped into working behind one of the booths himself. this comfy little kiosk sells hot chocolates in adorable, festive mugs, the drinks offered in all sorts of flavors and varying sweetness levels. pecan cookie, peppermint mocha, holiday spice, white chocolate - these are a few among many potential mixtures handwritten onto the chalk menu hung at the back of the stall.

he's in his more draconic form right now, wearing a little crown of holly leaves with red berries, and tiny strings of silver bells woven around his tall horns. don't worry about it. ]

What can I get for you?

upper dungeon - adventuring on floors 1 + 2;

a: mistletoe
[ mistletoe.. dan heng knows the plant itself, has entered information about it into the data bank, but he is not aware of the lore surrounding the plant, that couples are expected to kiss beneath it.

so when he finds himself entirely stuck beneath a sprig of it in a cramped doorway, beside someone else, he's appropriately confused. frowning, with his brow pinched, dan heng glances left and right, trying to ascertain what is keeping them from moving - a force field of some kind? perhaps they triggered a trap of some kind? stepped on a pressure plate? there isn't even enough room in this stone archway to be able to check the floor, not without knocking their heads together trying to squat. ]

Ah, my apologies - [ why is he apologizing?? ] - I'll try to have this figured out as quickly as possible.

only one bedroll:
[ journeying through dungeons is hard work, but dan heng isn't unused to sleeping in uncomfortable conditions, even if it's been quite awhile since he last needed to. it's alright. he's very tolerant.

which is exactly why he's offering the bedroll, despite the cold. ]

Please, feel free to rest.

[ he calls above the whipping gales, trying to block the worst of it with his body. it fucken wimdy.. ]

lower dungeon - adventuring on floors 4 + 5;

emotional vulnerability:
[ oh. this is a problem.

the stone around them rumbles, and the giant boobily breasting boulder only just barely misses dan heng as he throws himself into the first available chamber, all but tackling his adventuring partner to the floor to protect them from the grinding stone. respectful though he is, however, dan heng sits up the moment the danger has passed. ]

Are you all rig -

[ before he can finish, there's another ominous rumble of stone, the spiked walls slowly closing in as that demanding voice booms around them. oh, for the love of - dan heng rubs his face with both hands. ]

I spent most of my life in prison.

slime time - choose your color (nsfw):
[ water is always welcome when you're a vidyadhara, and dan heng is no exception. considering the hard work it's taken to get this low in the dungeon, he's in need of a bath, anyway.

heedless of his own nudity, dan heng strips and wades into the water, rinsing his clothing first before using cloudhymn magic to draw the moisture from the fabric to dry it, then folding it and setting it neatly onto a nearby ledge. he's only just begun to soak when a slime drops down right behind him.

he doesn't see the color, at first. is it clear? purple? yellow? or perhaps even a secretion from the mother slime? whatever it is, it's making his skin flush and his breath hitch, arousal spiking at a rapid pace. ]

Ah, I should have known -

wildcard;

[ feel free to tweak my prompts, come at me with something new, or ask for a custom starter! 17+ for smut, any gender welcome. dan heng comes in human flavor, or draconic (with reptilian genitalia), so for anything nsfw let me know which form you prefer! ]

Mistletoe

[bountyfull]

[ Vash is currently pressing the palm of his prosthetic hand against the invisible barrier, the expression on his face clearly perplexed. His lips stay pursed in thought as he flicks his gaze over towards the other man, brow furrowing when that apology comes out of his mouth.

A moment later he's laughing and waving it away. ]

It's not your fault. With the kind of luck I've been having lately, it might've been me.

[ Or, he considers... Hm. Pointing upwards with his other hand (the flesh and bone one) he indicates the sprig of mischevious nonsense above the both of them. ]

That might be the culprit too, considering everything else that's getting thrown around.

Kaveh | Genshin Impact | Q♥

[indigently]

 1. A Charming Market

[ With the marketplace having opened and stalls available for people of all sorts to occupy, Kaveh ends up taking one himself. He's not particularly interested in selling—at this point, he has more than enough in terms of both credits and rank—so what could potentially be a shop is more of a stall for giveaways.

That said, if anyone should offer a kiss (or something more) in exchange for his services, he's hardly about to complain.

As for the services in question? Kaveh is offering art pieces—sketches or paintings (and yes, he'll frame and wrap, if they're meant as a gift!)—or, for those wanting to make a later appointment, room design and remodeling, or even fashion design.

When he's approached, he offers guests—old as well as new—a warm smile, leaning forward as he meets their eyes. ]

What can I do for you tonight?

 2. Cedar and Pine

[ Being from a region made up of jungle and desert, snow is something Kaveh is entirely unaccustomed to experiencing. Even in all his time at the resort, he's never come across it, and so when he first sees the artificial night sky with its flurries of snow, there's an almost childlike awe on his face. It is, perhaps, one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen.

Unfortunately, he's also entirely unprepared for the cold. Wearing only a lightweight linen shirt, he watches the snow fall and land on his red sleeve before melting into nothingness. As beautiful as it is, it's not too long before his arms are folded over his chest as he shivers.

If he meets anyone here, he'll offer them a smile even as he trembles, as his teeth all but chatter, his speech somewhat halted as he greets them. ]

Isn't it beautiful?

 3. Dungeon

[ No matter where he's found in the dungeon, Kaveh will be wearing skimpy armor and carrying around a poorly-made claymore. He's looking for the materials to have something better made. He will also be accompanied by his automated toolbox, Mehrak. ]


3.A. Floor 3—Hatemance Potion
[ For someone who is reasonably adept, thanks to years of experience, at navigating in the jungle, Kaveh finds himself struggling with the third floor of the dungeon. Between the strange whisperings in his ears and the tendency of the plants to brush up against him, teasing and taunting, it can be difficult to stay focused on what he's meant to be doing. It's almost a relief, then, to find the gold-tinged potion in one of the chests he opens. Potions thus far have offered the vitality and strength he's needed to push through, and so he assumes this one will be no different.

Assumes, but it seems to have no effect at all, at least at first.

The actual effect of the potion doesn't become evident until he comes across another of the resort's guests, whatever their current guise may be—monster, or adventurer. Whether it's someone he knows or not, the feeling that floods Kaveh is one of immediate dislike—of hatred, anger hot in his gut as he stalks toward them—

And stops, because—

Hate or not, he's not sure he's been this attracted to someone in a long time.

His lip curls as he glares. ]

What the fuck have you done to me?


3.B. Floor 4—Explore Kink
[ The fact that he's able to avoid the boulder is a relief. Kaveh's heart is still pounding hard against his ribcage when he lands in the chamber. It takes him a few moments to get himself back together, looking around the room and frowning at its contents. He's locked in here, alone, and all that's in the room is a leather chair and what looks to be a fucking machine.

Of course, when he looks at the whole thing more closely, he notices the wrist and ankle cuffs that will keep someone in the chair, the o-ring gag sitting at its head that implies the use of the sitter's mouth even as they're being fucked by the machine. The whole sight makes something stir pleasantly in his stomach. Explore kink, the sign says, but surely strapping himself to the chair isn't a good idea when he's in here by himself...?

He's still in the middle of that thought when another would-be victim of the boulder falls into the room, startling him for a moment or two before he greets them with a smile hinting at bashful. He knows, after all, what he has to ask of them. ]

Hey.

 Wildcard

As always, I'm more than happy to mess with the other prompts too, so feel free to hit me with anything! If you have questions, hit me up at denouements or discord at glitcheries!

2

[lunarnocturne]

[Ah... Now this is more like it. Snow is a familiar, comforting presence, one that Flins relishes with delight, even if his outward expression barely changes. It reminds him of the days of yore back in Snezhnaya, faint as those memories may be nowadays. Thankfully he's well-equipped for the chilly day with his lantern, though its flame appears almost as cold as the air itself.

Watching Kaveh admire the snow from a distance, he can't help smiling to himself as the young man begins to shiver and his teeth all but chatter. The poor fool isn't prepared for the weather at all, clearly, but since he's appreciating the majesty of winter, Flins can sympathize. Finally, he decides to approach, lantern held aloft.]

That it is. Although it seems as though you could use some assistance. Care to warm your hands for a while?

Tighnari | Genshin Impact

[wreatharrow]

UPPER DUNGEON 🍄‍🟫

[ Tighnari, in general, is fascinated by the upper floors. While looking through the ships and finding something to wear, he's picked up a notebook at a pencil. There's a rickety bow that's attached to his back, but Tighnari doesn't seem particularly interested in getting through the upper floors. Instead, he's crouched down next to a piece of flora and taking notes. "Notes" while also maybe trying to collect samples. Particularly mushroom samples. He'll continue doing this until - ]

A. Cozy Bedroll ( GEN )

[ As a Ranger, Tighnari spends a great deal of time outdoors in the forests of Sumeru. Setting up camp is just a standard practice. It's not unusual to have to share a tent when he finds someone that has lost their way. In these cases, Tighnari would likely give up his tent and bedroll for the other person. He has fur and would be fine.

The temperatures are dropping, though. Even though Tighnari does, in fact, get a fire going, it won't likely be enough as the wind picks up. The first person he finds he'll offer a an almost apologetic smile towards. ]

If you get cold, you can hold my tail.

B. Dongle Flower ( NSFW )

[ Collecting samples has been an ongoing process for Tighnari. There is a request for the milk produced by this flower so he doesn't see any reason not to collect some for himself and then also for the requester. The way that Tighnari moves through the vegetation and foliage is so careful that it doesn't set the flowers off.

He soon finds that it doesn't actually take much, as just a single touch (and no, the shape of the plant doesn't escape his notice) sets it off. Tighnari finds the himself with a face full of dongle flower milk.

And if some happens to get in his mouth, well. Tighnari is kind of used to trying flora with unknown side effects... ]

LOWER DUNGEON 🍄‍🟫

A. Slime Time ( NSFW )

[ Much like he had been doing with all of the different flora, Tighnari is also documenting the different creatures that he finds along the way. In particular, Tighnari is watching the slimes and murmuring to himself. Teyvat has Slimes! Yet they don't look nor act like the ones here. That's what makes them so fascinating!

So he doesn't think much of the one that begins to slide up his leg. At least, not at first. It's when the first is joined by the second that his fur bristles and stands on end.

Tighnari is immediately trying to remove the slime, ignoring the way that it makes his skin prickle and how they are trying to creep into and underneath the "armor" he's been wearing. ]

B. Magic Water ( GEN or NSFW )

[ After the whole ordeal with the slimes, Tighnari's fur does not feel pleasant. He's very particular about the soft, sleek feel of his tail and is seeking out a pool to clean himself off in. He's taking his time, sitting in the pool and cleaning out everything from his tail.

His ears are in constant motion, picking up sounds in every direction. When he notices someone is coming, he looks up. ]

If you give me another minute, I'll finish up here.

[ As someone else probably has needs, correct? Tighnari wouldn't want to stand in their way. ]

WILDCARD + PLOTTING 🍄‍🟫

[ Feel free to PM me if you'd like to plot or have me set something up. I'm very laid back and chill so if you want Tighnari in any of the TDM scenarios, that's more than all right. Throw up your own prompt or ask me to write a custom starter - I'm game! ]

slime time!

[indigently]

[ Kaveh is not having a good time.

Like Tighnari—like everyone in this damned dungeon—he's wearing a freakishly small outfit. And sure, this place being what it is, he's not entirely surprised about that fact... but it doesn't make this particular encounter any easier. He can feel the tingle left on his skin by the slimes that have been repeatedly approaching since he reached this floor, and he knows all too well what the tingle means, what it will become.

Which is why, having just shaken off a clear slime, as his eyes alight on Tighnari trying to do the same to a pair of the creatures, Kaveh's eyes widen, and he rushes forward—

(breath catching in his throat because Tighnari looks good)

—grabbing one of the creatures in his hands—yellow—and throwing it against the nearest wall. ]

Nari. You have to be careful here—how many of them have been on you? [ A pause, as he takes a shaky breath. Surely, they don't have long before— ] Don't answer that yet. Come on, we need to get to safety. Mehrak!

[ His toolbox floats up, scanning the floor in an attempt to try to help them find the exit. ]

Stelle | Honkai: Star Rail | 7♠

[stellerly]

★ Rude Awakening (1)
gen, possible mimics, possible mistletoe

[ Apparently there are some things even Stelle can't sleep through.

She wakes on the cold floor, which... is actually strange for her, these days, as her room is usually mostly bed. But the bed is gone. Most of her walls are gone. And she appears to have woken up in the kind of dungeon she's seen in more than one Immersia. Huh. It'd be cooler if she wasn't in her pajamas, and there wasn't a weird little slimey guy or three just kind of. Watching her from the ceiling. Sliming slimily down the walls. Peeking out from a hole in the—

Yeah, she's gonna take a walk. ]

Hello?? [ a beat ]

Marco!!

[ She calls out loudly, trying to get her bearings, and it's actually hard to tell where the voices are coming from. Too much metal and stone to bounce the sound around.

After a little wandering, a little breaking a few barrels to see if she can find her clothes, and not a whole lot of luck, Stelle begins the attempt to find her way up to the lobby, if it still exists. Should she cross paths with someone of apparent similar mind, ]

Hey! Heading my way?

[ Hope there isn't any weird parasitic plant life lurking overhead! ]

★ Overqualified (2)
tavern shenanigans, shopping

[ The Market is overwhelming in all the best ways. Interesting smells, interesting people, and clothes, and food, and weapons... It's not Okhema, but the sounds of metal being hammered, the hawkers, the incredibly cheap and worthless weapons being peddled... it almost brings a tear to the eye. Though that might also be the overwhelming smoke of everything in what is clearly still an enclosed space.

Regardless, Stelle finds herself wandering, and eventually, finds herself a job. Mostly she was just trying to get answers from anyone, and the neckless, full-breasted wonder of a bartender tossed a dress her way and told her to make herself useful or get out of the way.

So she did.

Make herself useful, that is. When not adventuring through the dungeon, Stelle can be found in the tavern, essentially bussing tables, cleaning up after patrons using one of the many small towels she keeps stuffed in the bust of her uniform to prop her own serviceable bosom a little higher. It pays her rent, as she has very little desire to sleep in the dungeon with the slimes.

Sure, she's done some bartending, but those skills are useless here, so she plays the part of bar wench with flair. It's not a bad way to meet people. ]

★ Slime Time (3)
potential smut, aphrodisiac, slimes

[ After getting geared up at the market, in ”armor” she was assured had enchanted properties, Stelle had picked up a few quests and set out for to Adventure. It had taken no small amount of time, or work, to get through to to this floor, and she wasn't about to leave empty handed. A few glass bottles of water clink in her satchel as she kneels in front of one of the pools, splashing water onto her face, running it through her hair.

She doesn't notice the slime swimming towards her until it's in her hands, and with an undignified gasp (shriek) of surprise, she throws it backwards, over her head, with considerable malice.

It's possible it hit a nearby wall! Or landed safely on the ground!

Hopefully it didn't hit anyone else in the face, or she's going to develop a reputation.

One way or another, though, Stelle's backing away from the water, just in time to realize there's another slime latched onto her leg. She's balanced on one foot, kicking out the leg with the slime attachment, until she gets fed up, grabs it with one hand, and throws it like an opening pitch.

The effects? Well. She'll start feeling them any moment now, if they can break through the annoyance. Depending on the situation, she may attempt to wash off again. She might welcome a little company for that, or offer to help out if she's slimed someone else during the experience.

Though what kind of “help” that manifests as is... also subjective. ]

[ ooc: Most open to clear slime, yellow slime, and possible mother slime or a combination thereof! Not interested in purple. Neutral on pink! Perfectly happy to just have this be awkward af or silly and smutty!

Also up to you if there's any additional Beauty on Stelle's part, or any effect on her voice from drinking the water. ]

★ Wildcard

[ ooc: Stelle is going to be everywhere! I am interested in most prompts, everything to do with exploring and questing, and many of the smuttier prompts, as well. Stelle is a social creature, so she'd be likely to attempt to buddy up with other lone adventurers, and I'm definitely down for the one bedroll scenario, mistletoe just about anywhere, maybe breaking someone out of the handsy plant life? Or beating off (hah) the mother slime from someone?

Stelle's powers were not nerfed, overall, so she can summon any of her weapons, and would not hesitate to do so, if faced with a threat, so she's up for fight scenes against monsters!

Stelle's kinklist is there, she's still fairly inexperienced, but she's a quick learner. OTA 18+. She was a 4♠ at time of writing these prompts, but had an upgrade go through, so I'ma just say she hasn't realized yet because I think it's funny...

If you'd like a custom starter or to plot out another scenario, feel free to pm this journal or hmu at asirensings! ]

For Phainon

[stellerly]

[ Stelle has done no small amount of exploring. It's been a relief, in more ways than one, to have something to fight again, even if it's all still hysterically one-track minded in the end. But that's not exactly unfamiliar, either, the consistency. She's certainly done plenty of repetitive fighting in her life, already. She's just grateful no one's been using the word “relics.”

When Phainon invites her to join him, she doesn't hesitate. Between the two of them, it's not exactly a hardship to get to the lowest levels of the dungeon, somewhere Stelle hadn't quite managed to previously. Mostly she'd get about as far as the pools of water and the slimes, gather whatever was needed for a few quests, and head back up.

This time, though... This time she gets to see the treasure.

It's shiny. She doesn't trust any of it. But she can't help eyeing a few things, the loot gremlin in her heart very effectively distracted until Phainon's nervous energy manages to overshadow even that.

Oh. ]

Sooo... what did you want to show me?

Aerith Gainsborough | Final Fantasy VII | 5♠

[aflowers]

 1. A Charming Market

gen

[ Once a florist, always a florist. When the marketplace shows up with stalls available to use, Aerith takes up residence in one of them. Her access to flowers around the resort, especially innocent flowers, isn't as great as it would be back home, but she's able to make a modest display, with regular flowers on one side and resort specials on the other.

The ground floor is cold thanks to the new weather effects, so Aerith is dressed for the cold as she stands at her new stall, a simple, handwritten sign at her side.

Flowers: 1 credit, or a kiss.

If anyone approaches, they'll be greeted with a bright, cheerful smile. ]

Hi! Did you want to buy a flower? I can even put one in a seasonal wrap, if you want!

 2. Dungeon

[ Wherever she's found in the dungeon, Aerith will be wearing a far too skimpy "armor" and carrying an oversized, stripped tree branch that is meant to be a weapon. On higher floors, she's likely to be a little embarrassed about it, but by the time she gets to the lower floors she's given up worrying. ]


Floor 1: Mistletoe
sfw/nsfw

[ The basement has had quite the strange makeover since she saw it last. She doesn't come down here all that often, but to her best memory, it usually just looks like a dingier version of what's upstairs.

Now, though... well, there's a reason it's being billed as the entryway to a dungeon.

She's already avoided a mimic chest or two, and she's busy exploring when she suddenly finds that she can't move.

And, it would seem, she's not the only one in this situation—there's someone else right by her, apparently stuck in the same way that she is.

Aerith offers them a small smile. ]

Hey! I don't suppose you know what's going on here, right?


Floor 6: Arrows
nsfw

[ This dungeon trip has gone on for far too long, and been far, far too eventful. She's lost count of the times she's had sex—or something adjacent—since putting on this skimpy outfit, not to mention all the other tricks and traps the dungeon has had in store for her and the other adventurers.

And so it's more of a relief than she can say to see the door open at the far end of the corridor she's in right now—enough that she stops remembering to check what's going on around her and makes straight for it, completely unaware of the traps in the wall.

She's hit, then, not with one arrow but two, wincing in pain as they strike her in the side. It's a pain that fades quickly though, replaced by an odd tingling where they hit; frowning, she moves to pull them free only to find that they've fallen away already. ]

...Huh.

[ Frowning, Aerith turns to the person still down the other end of the hall, lips parting to warn them—

And snapping shut as she sees them, biting her lip in the next moment.

Suddenly, the open door seems far less enticing. ]

 Wildcard

As always, I'm more than happy to mess with the other prompts too, so feel free to hit me with anything! If you have questions, hit me up at denouements or discord at glitcheries!

Floor 6

[tekkenseisai]

Aerith!

[ Makoto was only a few steps behind Aerith when the trap sprung - close enough to see the arrows hit, but too far to do anything but watch as they punched into her friend's side.

[ She was in motion instantly, rushing down the hall as quickly as she could without losing track of her surroundings because she's not going to be able to help Aerith if she's hurt too. ]

Aerith, are you--

[ The arrows just ... fell out as soon as she reached Aerith. ]

You're alright ...?

[ She's happy of course, just ... confused. There was no blood on the arrows, or the ground, or on Aerith herself -- no injuries either, for that matter. ]

We should get back to the end of the hall.

[ If there were more traps lining the walls, they'd be staying in the crosshairs if they didn't move ... and just because the arrows didn't cause any visible injury didn't mean they hadn't done something. If they get to the relative safety at the end of the corridor, she'll have a chance to assess things - to make sure Aerith is really alright, and to figure out what set off the arrow trap.

[ Without waiting for an answer, she grabs Aerith's wrist to pull her along. ]

Akira Takahashi | Yohaji | 7♥︎

[hundredeyesoni]

[1] - Floor 2

[With insatiable curiosity and a lack of self-preservation, Akira isn't one to waste any time on silly things like weapons or armor. No, with all the talk of treasures and even medicinal ingredients to collect, what more beyond his usual supplies could he possibly need to set out with than an empty backpack, to really experience such a fun adventure?

... At least, that's his line of thinking at the start. But upon being faced with bridges that seem to shift between real at one moment and gone at the next, maybe what he should've looked for was a party.

While the first he encounters may be a short enough distance to jump across even through the floor's oddly powerful winds, that's not the case for all of them, and it's not too long before the doctor's back where he started, eagerly approaching the nearest solo adventurer and clasping their hands in his own.]

It looks like these bridges only support pairs! Isn't it amazing how they can tell!? I already checked the whole floor for another way through, but I couldn't find any, so try it with me!!


[2] - Floor 4 (NSFW route; choose your own kink!)

[Though traps shouldn't be an issue to a sight-based youkai like Akira, with his magic the perfect match for finding all sorts of them well in advance, the same can't be said about his personality.

When he'd stopped just before a pressure plate, knowing full well that he could avoid it, he hadn't been able to resist finding out what it would do. And while a boulder might not have posed much challenge to shove aside, harming anyone on the floor below wasn't a risk he'd been willing to take. So as his escape into the nearest room is accompanied by a demanding announcement of what's required next, he's not really sure what consolation to offer the guest he's found himself trapped with.

Instead, while he may look to them with some amount of concern,]

I don't mind this hotel, but if we stay in this room forever, it might be difficult for me to keep meeting new patients!

Should we listen?

[Even if he could probably break through the door or a wall, that voice did tell them to remain, if not...]


[3] - Floor 5 (NSFW optional, cw for discussing medicine?)

[While slimes might fall under the monster category for most, they've easily filled the role of yet another trap in Akira's case, as he's taken a break from exploring to study a few of the little creatures. Multiple varieties are gathered around him as he sits on an overturned treasure chest in one of the less flooded rooms, and he's happy to show off the one he's holding to anyone who comes by.

Though seemingly a clear one, it's marbled with a bright glowing blue, making its efforts to escape his grip all the more noticeable.]

Look! Even though they're alive, it turns out sedatives can't do anything to wear them down! I'm sure glad they're the friendly type. We could be in trouble if they weren't.

[But are they?

Rather than his experiments, what might stand out the most to anyone who's spent much time on this floor is.. a lack of any reaction to his surroundings? Soaked through as he is from both collecting the chest and handling slimes, Akira's looks and demeanor remain the same as ever. ... That can't be right, can it?]


[4] - Wildcard

[Want something else? I'm open to all the prompts except flora potion, as Akira already has his own monster form. Super interested in body swap with either plotting or canon familiarity, otherwise just a general lower the floor = higher the chance of revealing he's not human.

Permissions and kink list can be found over here. Feel free to tag in with whatever scenario you'd like, or reach me via PM or numeiru for a custom starter!]

Floor 4

[veneficial]

[ Anyone would expect someone newly arrived to be scandalized by the booming voice’s demand. To be lost in a strange place, to set off a trap, to be stuck with a stranger and expected to perform lewd acts with them.

Corbeau, at first, simply casts a perplexed look at the direction the voice came from. ]

That’s it?

[ Sharp yellow eyes glance over at Akira. ]

A kink can be anything, can’t it?

[ After a beat, he’ll get on his tiptoes to pat the other man’s head in a comically exaggerated manner. In perfect deadpan, he’ll murmur: ]

Good boy. Very good boy.

yu narukami | persona 4 | K❤️

[izanagis]

UPPER DUNGEON [ kissing, open to gen or NSFW ]

[Maybe later, Yu will reflect on how he could have easily turned back after the first floor and avoided a lot of awkward situations. But that's a problem for future him. Present him is stuck in place, looking for all the world like he's just waiting for the bus; calm, collected, in spite of the fact that he can't move. Maybe you're stuck with him, falling victim to the mistletoe before he can warn you—in which case, he offers an apology and a sympathetic tilt of his head. Or maybe you were smart and stopped short. If that happens, he'll be forced to ask,] Mind helping me out? I'm a little stuck.

[But if his later presence on floor two is an indication, Yu does not smartly turn back. Dungeon crawling was his life for a while, after all; even if it's in this bizarre place, it's kind of nice to go back to it for a while. Even when he ends up falling off a few disappearing bridges in an effort to continue exploring, which has him giving the bridge a puzzled look, this time. If you happen to be joining him:] Hey. I don't think it'll let you go across solo. We could try going together?

FLOOR 4 [ emotional vulnerability, NSFW kink exploration option ]

[Lesson learned: one cannot outrun the nipple boulder.

Having finally jumped off the ledge after resigning himself to that fact, Yu is now picking himself up off the floor with a slight grimace. The room he's landed in is a little dim, but he doesn't seem to be alone, at least. It'll take a minute for his eyes to adjust to the light; in the meantime, he offers a small nod in greeting.]

You too, huh?

[ooc: i'm interested in BOTH rooms and pretty much any kink that isn't on my no list. Feel free to pick, rng, or hmu if you want to work out the details together!]

FLOOR 5 [ slimes, flora potion, NSFW effects optional ]

[Slimes aren't the only thing lurking in the water. See, here's the thing: every experienced dungeon explorer knows that if you find a potion, you should save it until you really need it, and Yu hadn't needed it until he slipped on a damp rock and twisted an ankle, badly. So: potion!

Except, as it turns out, that was not a healing potion.

Let's weigh the pros and cons, here. Pro: Yu's ankle is no longer twisted. Con: Yu no longer has an ankle to be twisted. He supposes he should probably be grateful that the potion did actually solve the problem, even if it did so by transforming his legs into a long silver-scaled fish tail. Those silvery scales come up to his hips, peppering his waist, back, shoulders…and the weird little gill slits along his ribs, which he's currently testing out by lurking in the water up to his eyes. Do be careful; the reverse mermaids thankfully want nothing to do with the legless weirdo, so they're staying clear, but the slimes sure are everywhere, aren't they?]

Watch out. You've got a follower.

[Yes, you; there's a cute little slime coming for your ankle. Luckily, hanging around in the waters hasn't put the extra-sexy filter on, but it might make his voice a little (or a lot) more alluring. But he's pretty much stuck hanging out in the waters on this floor until the potion wears off; in the meantime, he'll offer to help with submerged treasure chests or rescue someone from the mother slime. While he doesn't have a monster loot drop to offer, it'd be understandable to think he does!]

FLOOR 6 [ body swap, NSFW lust arrows optional ]

[The puzzle seemed pretty straightforward...which, in retrospect, probably should have been a clue that the resort was going to do Some Kind Of Resort Thing. The Resort Thing that happens is this: Yu is suddenly on the opposite puzzle plate, staring at his own body on the other side of the room, feeling suddenly very slightly adrift without his head full of its usual dozen brain demons. Which you now have! Congratulations!(?)]

Should we, [oh, god, he has to stop for a second because it sounds so weird having another voice coming out of his mouth. Recomposing himself, he starts again,] Should we try stepping on the plates again?

[It won't work, but he doesn't know that yet. He also doesn't know that they're so close to the maze exit that stray lust arrows could hit either one of them at any time, especially if they decide to just keep exploring.]

wildcard;
[this tdm is so full of good shit, i couldn't make prompts for everything but I DEFINITELY WANT EVERYTHING. feel free to throw a random prompt at me or contact me if you want to set something else up! yu is 19 in-game, and is OTA genders, open to most ages as well]

We bodyswap

[drugsnotclubs]

[It's like a huge swing of vertigo for a moment as one moment he's watching Yu step onto the other panel, and suddenly he's not. The wall is now closer on his other side, and looking up lets him see-

Himself?]

Huh? [Yu's voice says. And it's so weird, it feels so alien-- for one, there's so many soft presences in his mind. It's like having a Persona, but... several? That feel like the mental equivalent of a partner calmly resting until needing to be called, as opposed to his more oppositional relationship with Castor. He can also stretch his back and shoulders and it doesn't ache?

Damn, he had almost forgotten what it was like to not be in a shit half-dead body.

It's... really weird looking at himself and so he looks down instead, confirming that, yes, he is currently physically Yu. There's way too much to unpack about that, so instead he just... slowly nods.]

...Yeah. Let's-- lets do it again. [And he'll step back off the plate himself, before trying it again.]

malleus draconia | twisted wonderland | new character, returning player, apping next round

[duermes]

upper dungeon

floor one
[a tall man with curled horns stands at a corner of dungeon, looking increasingly irritated as a storm seems to brew around him despite being underground. it's not difficult to see the source of his irritation, as a few mimic chests surround him, their tongues wrapped around his arms and legs, searching for a place to slide into.]

My patience wears thin.

[he holds out a hand, lightning collecting in his palm as he's about to smack these poor mimics with the biggest overkill shot in their short little lives. he may be under a mistletoe, too, but he hardly notices it, focused on these beings who dare to touch him like this.]

floor two
[malleus puts a hand to his chin as he looks down at his companion's feet which are strictly planted on the ground. at least for now, depending on who his companion is.]

I suppose there is naught to be done but to carry you across. Come, make haste.

[he squats down a little as he is quite tall to allow for his companion to climb into his arms. if you dawdle though, he'll just grab you and fly off, there's nothing interesting on this crumbling floor and he wants to move on.]

floor three
[after very easily sweeping away the wood nymphs and vines, malleus opens a chest to pull out several bottles of potions. he looks at them curiously, uncorking them to sniff at them.]

I sense magic from these potions, but nothing I quite recognize. How curious, to encounter a world that even brews its potions differently.

[he turns to his companion with a mysterious smile.]

Should you wish to test its effects, I shall have no complaints.

lower dungeon

floor four
[malleus' expression looks pleasant enough at hearing the announcement, but those that really know him know that he's Not Happy at being "trapped" in this puny ass dungeon. it dares to think it can trap him? pathetic. it's not even apparent whether he understood what the announcement was asking for - he's just mad that he's "trapped."

his displeasure becomes apparent as the scent of metal fills the chamber and lightning crackles around him. it's probably enough power to destroy the entire dungeon and have it all come crumbling down on your head, so, uh, maybe stop him?]

I grow weary of these games.

good ol' wildcard

floor one

[notscar]

[ he's already taken one step down into the dungeon and leona kingscholar immediately thinks about turning around, going back to his room, and sleeping until he can get the faint whisper of a familiar voice out of his head.

unfortunately, he can't. the doors are locked behind him. maybe if this were a REAL dungeon, malleus would be at the end of it, acting as a final boss of sorts. but noooooo, he can't have it easy around here, can he?!

dammit. ]

Yeah, well. Better start trainin' your patience because it's not gonna get any better for you down here.

[ but the mimics are seemingly keeping him under control? so. there's that. ]

rei | nu: carnival | returning character/player

[expereiment]

upper dungeon

floor 3 - potions
[rei's eyes are nearly sparkling at this treasure trove of potions. he's stuffing his pockets full of them as he opens chest after chest. what a welcome back this is! so many mysterious liquids to experiment on! so many potions to pour down quincy's throat!!! this is excellent. who knows how many breaththroughs he'll discover with all of these free samples.]

Oi, you grab some too. [he doesn't even look back, too interested in looking at the potions shimmering in their bottles. perhaps during the bottle collection, you accidentally break a bottle. or perhaps you're so ticked off by his demanding attitude, you just pour it over his head in revenge.]

floor 3 - plants
[and what kind of scientist would he be if he didn't investigate the weird plantlife in this area? additionally, what kind of scientist would he be if he didn't have the proper protective wear? of course, he doesn't have any so he'll have to supervise.

he has a barrier over his face and is using his magic to slowly cut the plant at the base. it causes the flower to ejaculate, but because of his precautions, it doesn't get on his skin. it does, however, set off a chain reaction that his companion may get caught in :)

not that rei particularly cares as he carefully dissects the flower to take back with him and study. he does tsk in annoyance at having to wipe his barrier so he can actually see.]

lower dungeon

floor 5
[continuing this dungeon-exploring-turned-scientific-venture, rei is taking samples of all the various slimes. he has a small wind spell in continuous use so the slime doesn't actually get him, but he keeps them close enough that he can scoop a sample of it slide it into one of his many bottles he got from the other floor.

but rei is not all-seeing! he may not see a slime coming toward him from behind, too immersed at collecting a sample from the slime in front of him. in any case, he's not totally paying attention to anything other than collecting samples... so do what you will hehe.]

wildcard

[ooc | my two years of hell is finally kinda coming to a close? i actually have some rp mojo back now so jumping back into the game!]

floor 3 - potions

[ceaselesslabor]

[He's managed to make it all the way up and then back, so at least he's not clad in his ridiculous snake outfit for the new arrivals that seems - oh so annoyingly clingy. The trousers and shirt combined with the staff make him look like some sort of starving-artist wizard, but really, he's just a small man with a big mouth.

So when he's asked to get the potions, he hesitates because:]

How do you know what they do? [He isn't a scientist. He's an investigator.]

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

[dilettante]

— charming market, present exchange

( after being gone for sometime and truly reflecting on the people who have come and left since then, reira found herself truly feeling guilty and worried over the people she's become friends with and gotten to know. the endless spoils the resort offered to someone of her status and the endless opportunities to indulge in sexual relationships have left her with a sense of emptiness for the first time in a while. something was missing, something more reflective of her playful and kind nature. so with the opportunity to pretend to be rustic and wholesome in sight, she decided to dress up for the part and indulge. with a cute winter outfit on and brown heeled boots, she began to shop around the market for gifts for her friends [whether new or old].

so whether you were expecting it or not, reira is nearly pouncing your character with a gift in hand and an endless rattling of words about her appreciation for their friendship and the like. the only question was, was this truly genuine appreciation or her deep fears of being alone at play? who was to say. regardless there's a pink haired woman dressed all cutely giving you a random gift. )

— dark reira/chamber one lower dungeon (birthday reward)

( somewhere between missing for nearly two months and her birthday, the resort decided the best way to reward the queen of hearts was to have a replacement running around the resort just in case the real reira decided to wander off into another store and hide forever. unfortunately for everyone else, this copy embodied the absolute worst of reira's personality. the neediness, insatiable desire to never be alone, manipulativeness, selfishness, and destructive forces that somehow made her an unwitting antagonist in the lives of two very special women with the name nana.

regardless of how or when this reira managed to sneak her way into the dungeon, after being here nearly a year, it was clear the end goal of these little affairs was to encourage the guests to engage in sex. it'd become anticipated by the real reira, and while she never openly pushed for specific outcomes outright, this version of reira was truly eager for the next person to fall into her trap. what she didn't realize, upon looking down at the person already in this particular chamber was that in joining them, she'd be forced to confront her own feelings. can a clone even do that?

once in, she stood there with her hands on her hips, a sexy outfit on her [fitting to the theme] and a pair of large sunglasses that hid the fact that this wasn't the real reira. behind those shades were dark eyes that reveled the truth. before the spikes could come forth and the challenge could be announced, she decided to speak first. )

My, my all alone here? Well aren't you lucky I decided to come down to help you. Now I promise you won't owe me too much~

— wildcard

wildcard + character info

( ooc | if none of these prompts work for you or you'd like to do something different, feel free to hit me with a wildcard or contact me via dm for a closed starter. open to f/f, f/m for reira. please note, dark reira will be around for two weeks or until reira confronts her inner demons. kinklist | info | permissions )

Evil birthday twin please

[softstoneheart]

[ Who wears sunglasses in a dungeon? It earns an eyebrow raise, but considering their fantasy outfits, the accessory is the most normal thing either of them is wearing. She knows Layla is a normie, so if anyone needs help, Topaz would assume it's her and not the other way around. ]

Help? Nah, I've got this.

What're you doing down here, Layla?

John Doe | Malevolent | 4♢ | Current Player

[entirelymyown]

It's Dangerous to Go Alone

[ Most of the wares at the Market hold no real interest to him. He hardly needs weapons, and the clothing that the change over provided for him ('sexy' golden wizard's robes, with cutouts on his hips, sides, and shoulders) serves his purposes just fine. He might stop in for a hot chocolate or a breastzle when the mood strikes him, but he isn't in the market much until later when he opens a small stall of his own selling potions.

He's just offering the three:

• Draft of the Sleepless - a potion which when imbibed by two or more people together puts them to sleep and allows them to share a dream with each other, set wherever they choose, for about 4 hours
  
• Paut - a general, all purpose healing potion good for restoring energy and healing wounds
  
• Space Mead - makes one resilient to heat, cold, and pressure (such as to the void of space) for a few hours
  

as well as extra potions found in the dungeon, which he admits could be any of the possible options; he can't tell, and he's less inclined to try them at this point. There's also a little box for folks to drop off bottles if they like, or they can pay for what he's selling with bottles, either bought from him earlier or collected in the dungeon. He's not choosy.

He will be found in the tavern often enough, though, both checking in for information and seeing that the people he knows and likes seem to be doing all right. He's definitely down to party up with people here and make a delve through, if that suits you. After all, meeting in the tavern is how these things start, isn't it? ooc: feel free to buy them off screen if you like and reference them later/elsewhere. I realize mercantile RP ain't for everyone!]

Down in the Dungeon: Upper

[floor 1]
[ Most of the first floor is easy enough for him to handle without much trouble. In fact, once he gets a few tentacles into the act, he's able to 'defeat' a few monsters at once handily. Which is actually why the mistletoe catches him off guard. After all, he's got no cultural context for the stuff. And he was just walking through the corridor, by chance at the same time as someone else. But he's been here long enough to identify the hotel's shenanigans quickly, so he'll turn to the person caught with him. ]

Do you know what we have to do now?

[floor 3]
[ ...he likes the flowers. (For one thing, the pound of flesh they want isn't literal here.) The plants brushing him and whispering to him about how and what and when and who he likes to fuck don't really bother him much and if they want to touch him sensually, well, everyone gets to enjoy themselves. The wood nymphs are an enjoyable distraction after getting worked up like that, and the potions he's able to score are useful, including the bottle they come with. As with anything else, he tries each one to see what it is: the flora potion shift him into a writhing creature of tentacles and maws, more than happy to fuck or be fucked, which is... fine. Really. But he's a little more wary about them after his first hatemance potion. ooc: please only go for this if you'd like to be hatefucked to within an inch of your life and/or sanity.

But that's not the only thing he's doing on that floor. After all, there's easy money in milking dongle flowers, and while he doesn't use much money, he wants to save up given his hopes. When, or if, Arthur shows up, he wants to have enough to look after him. Thus you might find him among the dongle flowers, more than likely spattered thoroughly with their milk and sitting beside a few filled bottles.]

They milk faster if you use your mouth [ he reports rather proudly if asked, though more than likely given how much he's gotten on him and in him, the way he licks his lips afterwards might have less to do with the potential taste and more to do with the heat in his eyes as he looks at you. ]

Down in the Dungeons: Lower

[floor 5]
[ He's on this floor a lot. For one, there's the pools which are enjoyable enough to spend time in given his occasional-lake-monster status, but also contain treasure. He'll spend plenty of time in those pools, entirely unaware of the effects until, of course, someone tells him about them. But if you want to go for a treasure chest here, he'll be offering to assist.

Then there's the oozes, which much like the potion bottles seem like an easy win. Said potion bottles make a great way to gather their excretions, though he's very careful to avoid the pink and purple ones though again, if you want to put yourself at his literally-sanity-rendering mercy, choose purple after his first exposure. The rest don't bother him much, enough so that he gets got pretty good by the Mother Slime at least once. Whether he ends up in heat or rut? Up to you. ]

[floor 6]
[ ...so a couple of minotaurs might have discovered a new tentacle fetish. After that, though, John's able to make his way through the maze and straight through to the corridor that leads to the big shiny door. Unfortunately, he is not expecting the arrow so if you happen to be beside him or walking near him when that particular trap springs, you might be getting the prize of an unexpected kabedon against the side of the wall as he leans in. Up for both arrowed or just him getting arrowed! Regardless-]

Fuck, you're gorgeous. I need to kiss you. Please?

[floor 7]
[ Does it say something that this is not even close to the worst cave-delving experience he's ever had? Not even in the bottom five? Yeah, well, now that he's here, in the treasure room, he's going to make the most of it. 'Stuff', by and large, is not terribly interesting to him, but magical items can prove useful and even life-saving in the strangest of ways. Hence why he takes some time in the room to figure out what a few of the items are before scooping up a pair of earrings of fate (he can dream), an echo stone (as mentioned: so many terrible cave experiences), and after a bit of deliberation, a mechanical mouse (mostly because he'd like a little companion; all this being alone is... not his favorite thing).

Feel free to question his choice, though. Or travel with him going back up since he's not chancing using that door. Who knows where it might send him? 'Home' is a complicated word for him. ]

Wildcard

[ ooc: don't see something you like but you'd like to plot something with John? Hit me up at [Bad username or unknown identity: yarnzipansite=plurk.com] or the same on discord. His info is here game/general if you need it. ]

floor 5

[smokedout]

[Dodger is here for... honestly, a very stupid reason. He's already gotten caught by the Mother Slime before, and it fucking ruled, so he's back on his own and trying to find a way to collect slime safely from it. Which... is not going to plan, because of course it isn't. He did collect some in a few bottles, but he also got caught by it, and wandering around in a bit of a daze. Plagued by a body that needs to be filled, and a mind that doesn't trust anyone he runs into with that sort of vulnerability.

That feeling grows deeply conflicted when he runs across John. A man who Dodger doesn't trust just based on who and what he is, but... he's been watching him, and has found absolutely nothing to back up that distrust. So in absence of anyone around who he actually feels comfortable around, Dodger decides that this is likely his best shot at clearing his head.

He appears in front of John in a flash of flames, looking... entirely unsure of how to hold himself. Nervous, trying to meet his gaze but feeling weird about how much he has to crane his head to do so. And how incredibly hot he finds that fact, but- focus, that's not the point.]

Hey. Think you could lend a hand with something?