May | Event: Flowers of Buffoonery

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The month of love is in full swing! But there are some who are probably wondering: why is May the month of love, and why only in the West? Over in Tokyo, no such celebrations are being made, and even the Hanyo of Shitaya aren't gunning up for any major festivals of any sort, despite most of them having come from the West. But it's not because it's a new holiday. Rather, it's simply a Yokai specific one.

Because traditionally, May is the period where a Yokai's sex drive is the strongest. And while for most, this simply manifests as a desire for deep, emotional connections, for others, it's a month-long orgyfest.

And as the mysterious little flowers continue to bloom across Kyoto, something else begins to bloom between the refugees themselves.

The Season of Sex

Towards the middle of the month, refugees are sure to notice a change in the way the Yokai are behaving, particularly the group known as the "beast Yokai", which includes Kitsune, Bakeneko, and Inu Yokai. As it turns out, these three are among some of the only Yokai who still occasionally undergo a heat-like event, with most of these falling around the month of May.

But what does this have to do with the refugees? As many of them will quickly find out: they also will experience a heat-like state through the rest of the month. Upon contacting the scientists, they explain that because the Yokai were the indigenous people of Nippon, bonding with Nippon seems to have caused the refugees to become part Yokai in a way that differs from the native Hanyo. This is why they're able to use magic, and why many of them grow Yokai body parts when experiencing high levels of Kizuna.

"Oh, don't worry your pretty little heads! Sure, you lot seem to be more afflicted than us Native Yokai, but no one's going to judge you for your... biological needs, teehee!"

As the Yokai researchers explain, heats have become less common in the modern era, so it's entirely possible that some refugees won't experience anything at all. Feel free to use this to opt out of anything that makes you uncomfortable!

You All Know What This Event Is About Maryouku University, Kyoto
When a Yokai goes into heat, they tend to adopt one of three characteristics, known collectively as KSJ. Although most Yokai will always lean more heavily towards one in particular, some may experience all three throughout their heat:

Daikoh (大攻) causes Yokai to develop unusually dominant and possessive tendencies. While some may search for a single partner to keep to themself, others may try to gather as many partners as possible. Even passive and friendly Yokai may become inclined towards violence or unusual roughness, including marking their partners. Some may experience an inexplicable desire for passionate romance, while others may feel a desire to breed.

Daishoku (大食) causes Yokai to give off a magic aura that may trigger a heat in those around them. These Yokai are insatiable, seeking endless pleasure from anything and everything they can find, be it food, entertainment, or sex. It's not uncommon for them to have one thing in particular they become fixated on, though others may simply desire everything. They may even find it hard to sleep without some kind of stimulation to calm them down.

Daijuu (大受) causes Yokai to develop unusually submissive and needy tendencies. They crave physical affection to such a powerful degree that going without it may even become painful. It's not uncommon for these Yokai to only feel comfortable when wrapped up in a nest of blankets to simulate being wrapped in the arms of a lover. They may feel a strong desire to be cared for by another, or even impregnated by a mate, regardless of gender.

Obviously any of these would be pretty inconvenient, but perhaps the worst part is they can strike at any time. One might simply wake up in heat, while another may find themselves suddenly overwhelmed upon seeing a familiar face. And the truly unfortunate may find it happening in public, or even on a long train ride.

While most heats tend to be very mild, often to the point where one might not even realize they're going through one, some Yokai have the misfortune of going through an extreme heat, where the effects of KSJ becomes far more pronounced, even to the point of appearing to have a complete personality shift. Daishoku Yokai may fuck until they pass out, Daikoh Yokai may peruse individuals they would never otherwise be interested in, and Daijuu Yokai have been known to crawl into the beds of strangers to satisfy their need to be held. Heats can be as brief as a few hours, or as long as a few weeks, with varying levels of severity throughout. While most only occur once a year, you're free to utilize heats as a Severe Kizuna Effect at any time!

Discount Dildo Emporium Gion, Kyoto
Just in time for the month of love, a new shop has opened up in downtown Kyoto. The elderly owner of Iyarashii Ryuu, an infamous dildo shop in Tokyo's Shinjuku, has partnered up with an equally amorous young Kitsune to open up a sister store in Gion. And if the large painting on the wall is anything to go by, their relationship probably goes beyond business partners... that's one feisty old lady.

Iyarashii Ryuu specializes in every shape, size, and function of dildo one can imagine, but unlike the Tokyo branch, the Gion branch of Iyarashii Ryuu specializes in enchanted dildos. These dildos are capable of moving on their own, growing in size, changing in shape, and even glowing in the dark! Because why not.

However, these are still a very new product, so they're depending on customer feedback to improve the spells! As such, anyone willing to test out a prototype enchanted dildo will both be allowed to keep the prototype, as well as select from any finished dildos in the shop free of charge.

Of course, some may not realize what they're getting into when they agree to test a prototype. One is designed to change size on command, but contains a bug that may cause it to grow larger than intended, and even develop a distinct knot. Another is designed to allow the one wearing it as a strap on to feel sensations as if it were real, but has a bug that instead causes both partners to feel both sensations, resulting in an extreme case of over-stimulation. Another is designed to move independently like a fucking machine, but seems to lack a means of turning it off. And another glows in the dark so brightly that it can be seen from the outside. Which isn't necessarily a bug, but it sure is something worth seeing.

And hey, for all you natural-dildo-havers, they're also testing a line of condoms designed to do the same things, with the added security of safe sex practices. Very sexy! Just watch out for that size-changing one, though. Some have reported feelings of insecurity upon watching their dangle return to its smaller size.

Fickle Flower Petals

In the midst of everything happening this month, refugees will begin to hear rumors of strange symptoms popping up around Kyoto. Flowers growing out of people's hair, sprouting from the ground with every step they take, or even tumbling out of their mouth. It's only then that the people realize what's happened: those little flowers from before weren't entirely harmless. They're sprouts from a Hanahaki, a very rare ayakashi that possesses flowers, named for the curse it inflicts on those who inhale their pollen.

Thankfully, Hanahaki is treatable, and can even be cured without the need of a specialist. But until the sprouts wilt, those living in Kyoto will simply have to bear with the symptoms.

Post Secret Kyoto, Western Kingdom
In its mild form, Hanahaki causes flowers to grow from a person's hair. These flowers range in size and species, and can grow over the course of mere minutes or many days. Those affected will be encouraged to allow the flowers to wilt naturally, as plucking them may cause permanent bald patches.

While this form can seemingly effect anyone, those hiding secret feelings of love or desire may instead develop a form that causes flowers to bloom on every surface around them. Although certainly the most charming, it's also the most conspicuous, with tiny gardens building up around them whenever they stay in one place for too long.

The true extent of the curse will become obvious to anyone riding the trains, as the entire inside of each car has become blanketed in thick green foliage and flowers. Some may discover that the flowers can even sprout on the other side of walls, potentially filling their neighbor's apartment with unwanted greenery. And let's not even get into the personality types that cause a nuruname to bloom. Best stay away from those folks!

So what's the solution? Well, seeing as not everyone is open to the idea of sharing their thoughts and feelings openly, a workaround has been discovered. All around Tokyo, refugees will find small wooden plaques known as ema hanging in populated places. Those affected by the Hanahaki are encouraged to write anonymous confessions on the ema and hang them up where they can be seen. After enough people have seen their confession, the effects of the Hanahaki will begin to go away.

Just make sure you're not seen hanging a confession up, or it'll defeat the purpose of it being anonymous!

To submit play-made secrets for characters to see in Kyoto, please see this post!

Tell No Lies Kyoto, Western Kingdom | cw: This prompt contains Hanahaki-adjacent body horror.
With most cases manifesting as mild, some may be wondering why the curse is referred to as Hanahaki, meaning to spit flowers. In truth, the name is derived from the severe form of the curse: in which flowers begin growing internally.

The most common location is the throat, causing those affected to cough or hiccup flower petals throughout the day. But for those who are especially unlucky, they may grow down into the lungs, causing severe pain, a bloody cough, and trouble breathing. Due to the likelihood of choking in one's sleep, this form is considered the most dangerous.

This form of the curse manifests in those prone to frequently keeping secrets or telling lies, be it intentionally or as a result of being a rather private person. Much like the mild form, it can be treated naturally through open communication. However, the workaround used for the mild form will not work here. Only by opening up about themselves or the secrets they've been keeping will the flowers begin to wilt.

For those who are still opposed to the idea, a healer can forcefully remove the flowers with a spell. However, this method carries a 25% chance of losing whatever memories are tied to those secrets, ranging from the secrets themselves, to all memories of the people they wish to keep in the dark. Surely such a risk isn't worth it, right?

Party Time

Although the Emperor of the West has grown busy these last couple of months, far be it for him to forget his beloved Refugees during the month of love! And so, on the 25th, all refugees will be extended an invitation to an exclusive party in the Uji district of Kyoto.

Those who assisted in clearing it out earlier will be shocked to see the transformation the building has taken in just a few days, as bright and colorful décor can be found on every corner, and the scent of incense hanging in the air.

It may not be everyone's cup of tea, but it would be most rude to refuse an invitation from the Emperor himself, wouldn't it?

With a Bang! Uji, Kyoto
Taking place at one of his many private villas, refugees will be met with an extravagant affair, filled with Humans and Yokai alike. During the day, there's no shortage of musical entertainment and dancing, along with free food and drinks, and a large outdoor garden to relax in. But at night, the mood of the party shifts dramatically. After a full day of pheromones tickling their senses, and no shortage of uki to go around, it was time for the main event: an orgy to celebrate the season of love.

"Greetings and salutations, my dearest friends from another world! I am Katsuragi no Mikoto, emperor of the Western Kingdom, and on this day, I invite you all to enjoy the many pleasures our world has to offer! Please, those who are inclined, make merry! And rest assured, this is a safe place to indulge."

The main room of the villa itself is designed with an array of sliding doors that can become walls to quickly close off corners for an illusion of privacy, as well as private and secret rooms for those who desire it. In the upper floors, rooms filled with all sorts of enchanted toys and costumes can be found, in addition to a small outdoor bathing area. And in the basement, there's what can only be called a sex dungeon, filled with all sorts of restraints and gear for whatever one's heart desires.

Any guests who stick around for the orgy will be asked to select from a number of colorful kanzashi they'll pin into their hair to convey what they're looking for:

Pink: Platonic, non-sexual physical affection only.
Red: Bondage, restraints, and sadomasochism.
Yellow: Open to kink negotiation or discussion.
Orange: Toys, magic or supernatural powers during sex, transformations.
Green: Costumes and sexual role play.
Blue: Powerplay: light blue for submissive, dark blue for dominant.
Purple: Public use, anonymous sex, exhibitionism.
Gold: Open to anything and everything.
Silver: No physical contact, watching only.

Outside of the Purple and Gold ribbons, all kanzashi are imbued with a spell that will sound a loud alarm if they person wearing it is touched in a manner they didn't consent to, upon which the one who activated it may find themselves thrown into the cold waters of the pond in the garden out front. Refugees are free to take as few or as many kanzashi as they desire, or swap them out as the evening grows long.

Denouement Engagement Uji, Kyoto
The party lasts well into the next morning, with guests welcome to stay the night with whoever they happened to bond with the night before. A nearby bath house is open exclusively for party guests, which is for the best, given the nature of the festivities. There will be no walks of shame coming from the Emperor's villa!

But those who actually manage to stick around this long will have an opportunity to witness a rare event.

In the garden just outside the villa, Katsuragi can be found seated next to a young man who some will recognize as Karu, the emperor of the East. The former is once more clean and dressed in his finest regalia, while the Eastern emperor appears in more subdued colors, a parasol in hand in some attempt to hide himself. Perhaps most would be giving them some space, but those who sneak closer will be able to overhear their conversation. Katsuragi speaks of uniting the two kingdoms, and supporting Karu as the face of the Emperor, so he may focus on his "continuing recovery". For his part, Karu is almost completely silent, though it doesn't seem to impede on their conversation.

But one doesn't need to be eavesdropping to realize what's happening when Katsuragi gets down on one knee and gently takes Karu's hand into his own, prompting the latter to drop the parasol in shock.

What happens next, unfortunately, is just between the two of them. A snap of his fingers, and both Katsuragi and Karu vanish in the blink of an eye. Did he notice they was being watched? Or was he intentionally letting them see that much?

OOC Notes
Welcome to Jikan's May event! Please direct any questions to the Question Thread in the OOC Plotting post.

• As with all Kizuna effects, you are free to opt out of any of the KSJ effects as well, or simply utilize the ones you are interested in. A Daijuu yokai could simply desire being held, with no sexual or breeding-related connotations, for example. Likewise, as this is inspired A/B/O tropes, you are welcome to use Kizuna as an excuse to utilize any additional tropes not included in KSJ.

• Feel free to mix the effects of the prototype enchanted dildos to include multiple effects at once, or create your own magical effects! With magic, the only limit is your imagination!

• Although not necessary, Japanese does have it's own language of flowers if you would like the flowers your character sprouts/spits up to have greater symbolism. A wider list of plant symbolism can also be found here!

• Hanahaki can produce native plants to Nippon, but cannot produce plant-like Ayakashi. So they can grow Uki in their hair, but cannot cough out a Higanbana.

• In case you missed it, the post for submitting IC secrets is over here!

• Players are welcome to handwave their character sleeping with the Western Emperor himself at the orgy, but don't expect him to remember their name the next day. The Eastern Emperor will not be present until the next day.

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[soakedinvinegar]

Kexing is, indeed, an attentive lover. He prides himself on leaving his partners completely sated by the time he's done with them. And Zichen he especially enjoys. There's a satisfaction in breaking his reserve, in drawing passion out of the usually stoic man. There's also the fact that Song Lan is so discerning about his cleanliness. To be allowed to touch such a man is a gift in and of itself.

He carefully discards the sash, moving to the hidden ties that keep Zichen's robes from falling open. First, Kexing peels away the outermost layer. He can feel the warmth of Zichen's body through his underrobes and he longs to feel it against his own. He casually drapes Song Lan's robes over a nearby chair to keep them from getting wrinkled, quickly turning his attention to the fastens of his inner robe. Warm hands slide beneath the collar and glide over Zichen's chest as he pushes the crisp white robe open. Open, not off. Those hands move over exposed skin, pausing only to tease at the other man's nipples before going lower to palm his groin through his trousers.

His lips once more find Song Lan's skin, trailing hot, wet kisses along his jawline toward his ear. He nips lightly at the lobe, then whispers with warm breath into Zichen's ear.

"I'm going to start by sucking your beautiful cock. A-Chen."

[soakedinvinegar]

Kexing chews his lip and slides his arms around Xingchen's waist. He slots their hips together suggestively and gives a little wiggle to tease Xingchen a bit.

"We can pretend it's possible," he offers with a lifted brow. He makes a quick sweep of the area with his eyes and then fixes that hungry gaze on Xingchen. "Is there somewhere you'd like to go, A-Chen?"

Red Wine | Food Fantasy

[judgementor]

i. You All Know What This Event Is About

[At first it’s… on and off. He feels it for a few minutes and doesn’t think too much of it at first, but as time passes and he starts to see the effects of it on other people he comes to a quick realisation of what is going on.

He’s dealt with it before, right? Annoying, but… nothing he can’t handle. Or so he thinks.

For at least two or three days at a time he can barely control himself, and the restlessness of it will not even permit him to stay indoors to wait it out. He needs to be outside, around people, even if it would seem unwise to someone possessed of a more rational mind. A potent mixture of both daishoku and daikoh result in a blend that feels insatiable no matter what (or indeed who) he does, and in the end it doesn’t matter where he is as he grabs a likely target by the collar and pulls them in closer to him.

And he has a strong grip, though he will let go with a slight start if the other person struggles. With the heat aura he’s giving off it might be difficult to want to struggle, so maybe this person is just what he needs to sate his appetite right now?

He’s sure looking at them like they’re an entire damn snack.]

(( blood play is definitely an option here… let me know if you’re interested! ))

ii. Discount Dildo Emporium

Just when I think I can’t be more surprised, I walk into a place selling things like this.

[Look, Red Wine has nothing in particular against an eleven-inch long neon dildo shaped like a tentacle, suckers and all, but he really has to wonder just how big the market is for something so esoteric. He’s holding the thing in his hand while idling near a display with an array of other, equally interestingly-shaped designs and rubbing his thumb between the oddly soft suckers on the toy’s underside as he continues browsing.

A little later, he might peer over someone’s shoulder while they examine a toy and cheekily ask them if they’d be interested in giving it a test run. If it’s one of the experimental designs, then all the better.]

You know, you can’t really tell if you’ll like it unless you try it first.

iii. With a Bang!

[At a party, Red Wine is often in his element. Well-dressed, charming, and prone to flattery he takes on the occasion like he belongs there, though perhaps the way he declines the food in favour of the drinks is noticeable to anyone with eyes on him for long enough. He seems capable of putting away a good amount of the stuff, too, and though he seems to never be without a glass of wine in his hand he also never appears to be drunk.

The only times he does put down the glass is when he is flashing a roguish grin at someone, asking them if they would be so kind as to honour him with a dance.

After night falls and things turn a little more to the wild side, he eventually gravitates to the basement and takes his time looking over the various gear on offer with a gold kanzashi pinned just above one of his pointed ears.

He runs his fingertips over a few of the more enticing items - a set of stockades, a restraint frame with a sling secured to it, a sybian seat… and then he leans his elbows against a sex bench with a smirk on his face as he taps a short riding crop into his palm with a soft smack.]

See anything you like?

iv. Wildcard

[Wildcard! Plotting post is here for any wildcarding or plotting.]

Kuro | Servamp

[neetvampire]

Overwhelming heat
[Kuro had been here last May, so he expects what's coming this time long before the announcement comes.

Not that it does much to prepare him for it. It starts slow, building heat beneath his skin, and Kuro does what he does best: crawls back into bed and tries not to think about it.

For about a day, anyway. After that, it's too much to deal with even with the pile of blankets he's accrued. The burning beneath his skin allows him no respite or rest, and he can't sleep through it.

Troublesome, for a guy who is prone to avoiding all his problems via sleep or escapism.

He seeks out people he knows for help, showing up at doors and crawling into beds to be held, but even that doesn't help all the time. Even just walking down the street, he might reach out and grab someone's hand, mortified enough to tug his hood down over his head.]

Ah... sorry, I just...

Dildo Emporium
[Eventually, Kuro goes looking for relief in different places, which is how he ends up at the sex toy store. Testing out prototypes? No problem.

Kuro picks a few to try and the shopkeeper bags them up with a grin and a wink, handing him some papers to fill out and send back... later.

He might or might not stumble into someone on the way out in his hurry to get home and attempt to find some sort of relief for the heat prickling beneath his skin.]

With a bang!
[There was an orgy thrown last year too, so when Kuro attends the party he knows precisely what the nighttime activities are going to be. He's counting on it, actually. If he can find some relief here, maybe he'll be able to properly sleep.

So he dons multiple kanzashi: Red, orange, purple and light blue. He pockets a gold for later in the evening, because he knows himself enough to know how the evening will go.

He can be found fingering a collar and leash set in the dungeon, running his fingers over a set of arm cuffs and a blindfold. The idea was tempting.]

With a bang II
[Eventually he swaps out for the gold Kanzashi. The aching need hasn't abated enough for him to relax, only stoking the fire hotter and hotter.

Which is how Kuro ends up strapped securely to a discipline bench, a waist bar keeping his ass high in the air, feline tail raised as if to beckon. There's a leather collar around his neck as well as a leash, clearly meant for a little extra control.

He's already had a few partners, but the eager way he opens his mouth or shifts his rear when someone examines him makes it clear it isn't enough.]

Please.... I need--

A moment of rest
[And by the time the night--morning, really, is winding down, Kuro can be found in two places: the bath house relaxing against the edge of the bath, or curled in a pile of blankets, dozing while clinging to any number of blankets and pillows. He's sated for the moment, content and wrung out in all the best ways.

But he wouldn't say no to company, either.]

Wildcard
[Have an idea you don't see here? Hit me up on discord or plot with me here!]

II

[tinkerheart]

[Fëanor has no business in Kyoto. It's more that he's here, so he won't be in Tokyo. Where the people that actually, shockingly, do care about him, could ask questions what is that he has in his hair.

Here, he can have what he wants. Being left alone. Most of the time, he's not bothered, and doesn't bother anyone. He's not really that quick to help a stranger, as he's not expecting help from anyone either. Not that he's a monster. He just doesn't believe in bothering people without a good reason. Just like he himself doesn't like to be bothered without a valid reason.

Being visibly sick on the street counts as reason enough to warrant at least a question.]

Excuse me, are you unwell?

[sultanofsquat]

[ Cloud wishes he could just say that everyone came from the same world. That everyone he met was just from different walks of life, and this was just some little piece of Wutai or something. Better yet, if it was all a dream. The time loops were one thing, but being stuck away from an important mission, with friends and enemies coming from various spots in time? Not to mention the frustrating heat that coursed through him before, making it difficult to sleep at night... ]

It's called Materia. Condensed magic that comes from the energy of the Planet.

[ Brick no. Don't. Cloud's feeling cool again. Actually, this is a good distraction. Thank you. ]

You wanna see?

[ Usually, he'd brush it off or try to say something coolheaded like "maybe some other time" to add something extra to his reputation. But, seeing the excitement that's practically palpable through the fuzzy screen... He folds his arms, standing off sideways from the camera before saying something under his breath. ]

It could help...

[ Guess what! He picks up his camera, more properly face to face with the eyepatch-wearing blond. ]

Alright. I'll tell you what I know. [ A beat. ] And I'll do it for free, too.

[ If he ain't gonna get a fight out of this, he can at least show off some of his abilities like a training exercise. So he's getting ready to head out now. ]

I'm at the dorms most refugees end up at in Tokyo. You?

1 as discussed

[darkdisgrace]

[Chuuya was honestly still getting his bearings, but he'd managed to get the grasp of what was going on in any case. This heat thing was weird as hell, certainly, but nothing he can't personally handle.

Which is why it's interesting to see a familiar face looking so frazzled. The struggling man grasping at his hand is at odds with the calm, confident man Chuuya had met previously, and he quirks a brow at Diluc in amusement as he stammers.]

Hm? Need a hand, Diluc?

[...Did he just--

He is absolutely going to make this worse, isn't he? He totally is.]

heard you were talkin shit (1)

[sultanofsquat]

[ Who knew that fighting against your own feelings, coupled with fighting the compulsive, driven urges of the Daikoh, was a recipe for disaster. It's like asking someone to cut the red wire/blue wire to defuse a bomb- only you're screwed either way and all it took was touching one. At first, Cloud mistook it for just growing frustrations over how confused he's been since he got here. Then it...became a little more obvious, even to him. Not wanting to burden his friends before doing something he'd regret, he did the only thing he knew to cope.

Distract himself. Give himself stuff to do. Odd jobs? He'll take them. Training? Work twice as hard and get twice as hot. Shop? ...at least for the necessities. He can't really cook, but at least he can follow some basic instructions. A small bag of rice in one hand and a bag of various herbs (and soy sauce) in the other, he's walking down the street on his way home, intending to drop them off before checking the local market for meats.

His blood is hot, wishing he was doing anything else besides just errands. He's looking to let off steam the proper way. Picking a fight. Let someone know that he means business. Shit he wouldn't waste his time on before? He's doing everything he can to avoid it now. Just gotta get home. Take a cold shower to cool his jets. Just gotta— ]

...

[ ...make eye contact with Melissa as he's walking. ...and start to slow down as he's about to pass her by. dfjsakhl ]

[icepatch]

[It was actually the vendors with the seashells and seashell jewelry that would sometimes give Kaeya pause. A nostalgic look would come across his face as his finger delicately traced a few. He always did love the beach and summertime.]

These will be nice for when summer officially arrive, hm? Too bad I have nothing to match.

[He fingered the earrings in particular but bracelets were also catching his eye.]

They're very particular when it comes to making an outfit work. Simple gems are usually best for me.

[haran]

[see, always a new experience with kaeya. that sweet, soft look on his face that speaks of precious memories. that's the sort of expression ayato wants to protect. he pays attention to the pieces kaeya seems to be lingering over.]

You do seem like a man with an eye for fashion. Though, I'm of the opinion that you can make any piece work in your favor.

[he takes the earring kaeya was pondering over, holds it up to kaeya's ear.]

Truly gorgeous indeed.

[is he talking about the earring or kaeya?

the seller also holds up a mirror for kaeya to see for himself.]

[icepatch]

You seem to have a lot of opinions for having just met me not too long ago.

[The way it was said could easily be taken for both a good and bad thing, but Kaeya didn't elude to which it was. He simply tilted his head softly at the chosen earring and turned slightly to look in the mirror.

Not bad.

He picked another, raising an eyebrow in question at both Ayato and the vendor. He gave a smile in question, which looked better?]

[faeshim]

"The tail is new."

Daeshim nods to confirm what Hunter said is correct, this is his first time having it. And he's strangely proud of it too, and has even taken to wearing a ribbon tied around it. It twitches happily at the touch, and the Fae turns a shade of pink that goes nicely with his hair.

"Mm! I like the way it feels."

[adistraction]

“Cute,” Hunter smiles a bit and watches her he others face as his fingers give the furry tuft a few more curious pets before he moves his hand away.

All of him was cute. You’d have to be blind to think otherwise. But clearing his throat a little he lets his hands settle again somewhere safe.

[haran]

Well, I don't often have the opportunity to couple with people I only just met, either.

[sorry kaeya, ayato doesn't say fuck.

he looks at the new earring, nods, and turns to the vendor.]

I'll take both as well as the matching bracelet, thank you.

[thanks new government job!]

[icepatch]

"Couple", really?

[Kaeya looked a little too amused at the way Ayato spoke. It was adorably old fashioned. But then, he looked shocked and held out his hand as though saying to wait.]

Both? And the-! You don't need to get them, Ayato.

[narcolepsy]

[ the whimper has baein's eyes widen and he stares up at the other for a second, and he doesn't miss the drop of eyes, and his own does the same. it's... weird, not bad, but pleasant in a weird way he can't put his finger on.

the words register a little late for him though, and despite not needing to breathe, his breath hitches anyway, shoulders bunching up slightly. ]

A-are you sure...? I don't... I don't want to hurt you. Or anyone.

[adistraction]

[ it’s weird, for certain, but it doesn’t carry that - wrong - feeling.

He licks his lips and then gives his head a little shake. ]

I don’t think you will hurt me, or anyone here for the matter. You can take it whenever you need it. Or want it.

[phoenixblessed]

[He hadn't been expecting Kaeya to come home early. His boyfriend - though no one else owned that title - was not without admirers and Diluc had imagined he would find plenty of entertainment to occupy himself with at the party.

When the door opens, then, and he hears the man's voice call out for him his heart momentarily shoots up into his chest. It's a giddy, boyish feeling as he gets up from the couch and doesn't even put his book down while he goes to greet Kaeya at the door.]

I didn't think you'd be back until morning. [He plants a quick kiss on him, smiling warmly. Diluc has grown used to sharing his partner, though that doesn't mean he won't miss him when he isn't around.]

Was it really that boring without me?

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[chichichi]

[ And there's Setsura with cheek in her hand ready to catch that glare and hold his gaze. Something of a smile had been playing on her lips in the moments before when she'd waited for him to notice her. A corner of her mouth tugs slightly more upward, a brow quirked as she pointedly runs her eyes from the top of his horns past flower addled red down to the tips of his toes and up again only to catch his gaze again if he's not careful.

She steps forward to loop an arm with his and leans into him, against him. ]

Since you asked... you signed up, didn't you?

[ She waves off the recruiter and begins tugging him toward the display. ]

I'll take it from here!

[ And she's looking up at him again. ]

Since you asked, maybe you can help me come to a decision about something.

[sultanofsquat]

[ This type of closeness wasn't something he was used to in life. Not as slow, where he can think of and feel everything that's happening. Even when he was comforting someone close to him, his emotions were all...messed up. Stunted and delayed. With so many things about his past and life being thrown for a loop, to avoid collapsing within himself again? He stays here. He focuses on what's ahead of him. What's beside him. What he wants to keep hanging onto. If Cloud ever relearns what's happened to him leading to this point...then, a part of him wishes, hopes that he doesn't lose this.

He joins Ayaka's gaze on their hands. Her palm is so soft, fingers delicate between his thicker, somewhat calloused digits. Then he remembers the poise and grace that she holds her sword. For someone who seemed so delicate and soft, she was very strong. Strong beyond her years, even. She was something else...

But right now, he wasn't holding the Shirasagi Himegimi's hand. ]

? [ He looks to her as she talks, having his undivided attention when she fesses she'd wanted to talk to him sooner. But whether he was reading the script they shared and her voice bled into his thoughts all over again, or he looked at her username on his own device...he had all the time in the world to reach out to her instead. It was always people coming to him. Why couldn't he return the favor? Well... ] Guess that makes two of us...

[ If they were being honest with each other and themselves, ]

I thought of coming to you, too. Then this... [ Urge? Thirst? Hunger? Horny. You can say it. He's still dancing around it. adfskjh ] ...month happened.

[ By this point, he'd been given the explanation what the various Yokai influences were. It wasn't a secret anymore. Cloud didn't want to see his friends when he was like this. He didn't want to ruin something just because some euphoric trigger got pulled in his head and instinct drove him to doing something he might regret, if it meant hurting someone.

There he was, in his own head again... It's just a lot of uncertainties for him. So much unfamiliar territory. A lot of Cloud being shy.

But hearing her say that she was glad that he found her? That she'd had the same worries that he did? It puts him at ease as well. More than anything, as he's left looking into her eyes with a sense of wonder, her warmer smile disarming him of his doubts, it leaves him feeling braver. She wanted this, right? His strong hand giving a light squeeze of hers. ]

Just means I'll hafta make up for lost time.

o i no

[sultanofsquat]

[ As for Cloud... There's a lot that the acerbic swordsman was still lost and confused over. Living in the present, however, has done a good enough job of waning some of those feelings. But they don't fool the flowers. Not the various colors that bloom through his spiky strands of hair. The more severe effects he'd been warned about, however? For harboring even deeper secrets? He told himself that they weren't secrets if someone didn't ask. That what happened in Nibelheim wasn't so much a secret, as much as it was nobody's business. Nobody else's burden but his and Tifa's to carry now. There would come a time that he shared what happened to Sephiroth, five years ago, with the others. But caught in Nippon? That was going to have to wait.

So many things had to wait... Fortunately for Zack, Cloud's influx between the Daikoh and Daishoku Yokai waves was actually rather settled now. But it really could come back in full force at a moment's notice... Something else that's left him on edge. It's left him, admittedly afraid, to go find his friends. Or more specifically, the only two people he was still comfortable with actively wanting to seek out. Aerith? And the taller SOLDIER that approaches him, carefully brushing one of the lilies adorning his head. ]

Oh- [ His eyes widen, the sterner cold expression he tends to wear gone, replaced by a more familiar, innocent gaze. His cheeks glow a faint red, more out of embarrassment than anything as he manages to look up at him. ] Just don't go plucking any out. Learned that the hard way with a little patch on the back.

[ He...really wouldn't tell anyone else this, he thinks. Besides, it's not so noticeable with how messy much volume his hair has. Then he notices them... sprouting throughout his dark locks. ]

You too, huh?

[haran]

Indeed, coupling.

[ayato gives kaeya a challenging look (still smiling, of course), as if daring kaeya to swear around him, before turning to the vendor and taking the purchases in a bag. as a gentleman, he needs to carry kaeya's bags for him!

he does reach in and take out the bracelet. he takes kaeya's hand, resting it in his palm, and slides the bracelet over his hand and onto his wrist. there's a brief moment where ayato admires the blue seashell on kaeya's dark skin, admires the delicate bracelet on kaeya's thin wrist.]

It is a trivial price to pay, Kaeya. As I thought, these are lovely on you.

[and a little cheeky look in his eyes as he brings kaeya's hand up to kiss it, as kaeya did to him earlier.]

[mistsplitter]

A "computer"? [ She's gonna want to listen to more of Minato's songs, if only to learn about his culture and his taste. Ayaka did ask him to go out today, and it's because she wants to get to know him better. She's doing that now, and that's making her feel pretty happy, actually.

She still doesn't know what a computer is, though. ]

My, you have a lot of music players, where you're from.

Olivine | NU: Carnival | m/m for smut

[massochism]

1. Discount Dildos - smut probable

[It probably isn't a surprise to several people that this is a place Olivine would go. The concept of toys is somewhat new - most of the priest's knowledge had related to cock rings prior to Eiden's arrival - and even if he weren't in the midst of this cloying heat, he'd want to learn about them. The ravenous hunger certainly doesn't hurt matters any, and it claws at him enough to make him squirm from time to time.]

These are all so... a-ah... interesting... I want to try them all...

["these," for their part, are a small selection of toys. One thick one, with hard protrusions to rake along one's insides; one that's got two dicks protruding from the same base; one long one that boasts "deep thrusting capability" for its movement and a glow-in-the-dark tip; and one size-changing one boasting variable vibration and straps to secure it to the user's body.

There are plenty of other options he's interested in too, of course...]

2. With a Bang!
a. Daytime - mostly sfw

[Olivine adores parties and ceremonies. Aside from them being a chance to learn endless information about a society, he's always been social and friendly. As a result, the priest can be found talking animatedly with anyone who's willing, possibly even dancing if someone invites him, and generally keeping an eye on those around. This morning, at least, the heat he's been feeling for some time seems to have cooled - for which he's thankful, really. While it's easier to accept his desires when he's shared them with Eiden, some of Olivine's other... mishaps have evoked some guilt or apology.]

b. And when night falls- smut

[early in the night, Olivine takes in the scene with an almost puppylike curiosity. Uki is still relatively new to him, and actually trying it leaves the priest in a faint haze even after the gold kanzashi is pinned to his hair. Combined with his increasing need, there's no hesitation in reaching for someone whether he knows them or not, his voice soft and wanton as he invades their space to press his firmly muscled body against theirs.]

Hehe, I'm so empty... would you kindly fill me up?

c. Falling deeper - smut, toys, restraints

[one way or another, Olivine's found himself bound and laid back on soft cushions, legs expertly bound and spread. An array of toys is laid out nearby, from whips to dildos in a bunch of sizes, and the man himself has been prepared for any comers with a vibrating plug. It keeps him shifting and squirming, gaze falling on anyone entering through the particular sliding door as though to beg them for attention.]

d. Absolute depravity - smut, public use, sloppy seconds, anonymity, possible breeding kink

[Honestly, he's lost track of time and partners both by this point. The desire to try everything had left him almost feverish, mind wandering on what could happen and how scandalous it could be for any given situation. It culminates in one last depraved idea: breeding stocks. After all, according to his heat he hasn't had nearly enough. It's aura is thick and cloying now, enveloping most of the room to entice anyone who draws near.

Strapped into them, the priest's legs are held wide open, erection hanging down between them. A soft leather eye mask obscures his vision, though his head shifts to follow whenever he can actually hear someone. He's clearly been here a while, as there are several tally-marks on his ass and thighs in addition to the trail of white dripping down a leg, not to mention the splatters of it on his back and face.]

3. Wildcard

[nothing striking your fancy? Did we plot something else? Feel free to talk to me about plotting or hmu with a different starter! Olivine is going to be deep in his daishoku heat for most of this time, but i can definitely work around it for gen threads.]

[historicallyloaded]

Condensed magic? From the entire planet itself? [ Not said with derision but more fascination. The introduction of more traditional/kizuna magic here in Nippon was more novel to Bricks, coming from a more hard science and spectral/arcane background of study and experience but he's taken to it quickly. That's so cool!! He would have never thought to tap into that as a potential energy source! OF COURSE HE WANTS TO SEE! He shuffles closer to the communication device, fists clenched in excitement over his desk, and nods vigorously.

This fellow was willing to feed his insatiable curiosity and for free...! How could he possibly refuse? ]

At my workshop currently in Shitaya, but I can be there in a jiffy. [ So excited, he wheels back on his chair, quickly rises and moves off screen. He darts back in view a few seconds later. ]

Oh— what [ hwot ] what is your actual name or preferred identity such that I may refer to you by? [ It's a bit difficult to make out on the grainy screen if the little squint of his eyes and light dry tone of voice suggests he's being cheeky or serious, or something earnestly in between. ] Or is Solider Boy acceptable?