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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[icepatch]

[The saying could be used at any time, of course Kaeya was going to take advantage.

Kaeya took the offered hand and stood up as well. He gave a nod and curled his arm around the commissioner's.]

I do. Allow me to take the lead now.

[Kaeya took a moment to orient himself as they stepped out of the establishment to recall the direction his destination was and with a nod, lead the way.]

It probably isn't as exciting as I am making it out to be. But I have a feeling you'll enjoy this nonetheless.

[It wasn't too long before the buildings thinned out as more rural land and residential homes took over. Many with small farms or estates, along with a few stables. Kaeya directed Ayato to one such place and plucked out an apple in passing from the basket of fruits and veggies next to the hay. With a small grin, he let go of Ayato's arm to turn the apple in hand and then grip it, cracking it in half and walking over to one specific stable where a pure black mare poked her head over at the familiar sound and scent of the apple. Her ears flickered and she stretched her head out with familiarity towards Kaeya whose gaze softened considerably as he fed her one half of the apple.]

Ayato, meet Amaya.

[l0vemekn0t]

Bishop would never hurt Sawyer, he knows that for a fact, but he can’t deny the effect those little noises he makes has on the primal side of his brain. He paws at him, curling his fingers to fully feel the others lean little body where it’s pressed against his own.

He smells good enough to eat and as he listens to him explain, he humors himself by spreading little nipping kisses over his neck and shoulder. Fabric is tugged aside and his taste floods his mouth but he finds himself pausing, heart pounding for two separate reasons.

He knows what’s happening, he knows what Sawyer wants, and he wants to give it to him. All of it. But there’s a pained portion of his heart that remembers losing a pup, remembers trying again…

“You…want that?”

[bilocations]

“Please,” Sawyer begs softly, arching against Bishop. “I want it, I want you.” He feels like he’s burning up. Sawyer doesn’t understand what’s happening to him. Doesn’t understand why he’s craving all of this so much. Why he’s even thinking about babies. That’s not even possible, right? He aches as he tries to rub himself against Bishop.

“A…alpha,’ Sawyer says softly, he knows what Bishop is and he’s not a wolf but… he knows the other him was, that Bishop was his alpha… “Please.”

[phoenixblessed]

[He would never have complained or asked Kaeya to come back, unless something happened that required his presence, but that doesn't mean that the surprise of having him show up wasn't an entirely welcome one. Diluc feels far more at ease, not even having really realised that he was tense, now that the other man is back in the house again.

Though that, he thinks, might be something to do with how much more protective he has become of Kaeya as they have grown closer.]

Mm... [His fingers tighten around the hand that takes his, squeezing gently.] So am I. Though I'm glad to hear you seem to have had a good time.

[battlebound]

( Steak wouldn't vocalise it, mostly because he's a proud idiot, but he isn't that much stronger in the first place. Food Soul capabilities mean that Red Wine is perfectly able to match him in the strength department if he's motivated enough. And it seems he is. Quick, lethal, strong — words Steak has always known to describe Red Wine that catch him off guard in the seconds between the door closing and Red Wine's hand on his throat. Red eyes widen and there's a hitch in his breath as a slender hand slips underneath his waistband and finds his cock, already painfully hard just from this brief interaction, that same restlessness that's been bothering him this whole time now an ache, a need.

Those fingers wrapped around his cock brings a flood of electric heat pooling in his stomach, spreading out in a way that has his head tipping back and his breath quickening as he fails to muster up a glare at Red Wine under the circumstances.

With how intensely this desire spreads through him, Steak's not sure he could do anything at all. His hands reach out and find Red Wine's shirt, fingers curling into it, but not pushing or pulling in any measurable way. Instead, he finds purchase in the fabric, something to steady himself a moment as another jolt of pleasure rocks through him and makes his thighs tremble. )

And— ( holy fuck, he's had some intense moments here, but somehow this affliction is more intense than anything before, leaving him gasping between words ) —what does that look like?

[lakan]

[ Troy waits, letting her take a sip of her drink before he does the same. His back leans into the seat, one hand holding his cup and the other on the armrest. ]

You okay? You seem nervous.

[ He definitely felt her eyes on him, and while that tickles his ego a little he is aware that there are other reasons why she could be looking. His attire isn't very Japanese, for one. ]

[lakan]

[ Troy nods and gently puts his hand on her shoulder, leading the way towards the stairs where he lets his touch linger on her. He hopes it calms her down, but everybody is different. Either way, that contact between them is helping him get in the mood. This isn't his first orgy, and he's used to sleeping with multiple women at once. But he isn't about to brag about that, instead uses that experience to be the calm one out of the two of them.

He eyes the rooms from the landing on the second floor. His sharp senses can tell which ones are occupied without having to look at the doors. There's many people already getting each other warmed up, while he just walks forward with Izumi in tow, seeing a corner room that's still empty. He opens the latch and slides the door open. It is next to a window overlooking an empty pond. But before Izumi can enter the room first, Troy looks down at her and lifts her chin, letting his thumb touch the bottom of her lip as he calmly smiles at her. ]

You'll be fine. I'll take it easy on you, okay?

[ He nods towards the room, letting Izumi in first before he follows and closes the door behind him. ]

[darkdisgrace]

[Chuuya is not a man prone to hesitation, sorry Diluc.

And he's definitely not sorry for how he yanks Diluc down by his collar, leaning in so the heat of his breath ghosts over the taller man's neck as he speaks next. They're chest to chest now, and Diluc is so warm... he wants to see how much warmer he'd feel without that shirt in the way.]

What, not interested in fucking in an alleyway where anyone can pass by? I think it'd be fun to see who can make the other moan the loudest--

[His voice is low and rough, a clear note of amusement at Diluc's desire for privacy, of all things right now. Lips finally brush against the redhead's neck, a ghost of a grin.]

I don't really feel like waiting, do you?

[mistsplitter]

Nervous?

[ Not quite. Ayaka doesn't think that's what she's feeling right now, but... her jumpiness does make it seem like she's nervous, yes? She's more on edge right now, trying to curb her desires and act normal. ]

I'm sorry if I seem like it. I'm not feeling so well today, but I really wanted to experience this party.

[l0vemekn0t]

Bishop wasn’t going to deny Sawyer; he had no intention of doing that but he also knows that pups aren’t an option in this case. And now he worries that if that doesn’t come, that this Sawyer will be disappointed, too.

Still, he doesn’t say a word as he reaches to untangle them long enough to get Sawyer onto his back, pressed against the pillows abs blankets so he can kiss him and quite literally rip his clothes off. They aren’t necessary. Not in the least. And he’ll get him more later.

All that matters right now is the taste on his tongue and the sweet smell the other is drowning his senses in.

[bilocations]

Sawyer won't be disappointed in Bishop. Even if maybe he'll wonder if that desire he's unlocked is all because of whatever strange thing is happening to him right now. He whimpers softly as they're untangled, as he feels the other manhandle him easily. He likes that. He likes how easily the other can move him but how safe he feels when he does. He's never afraid that Bishop will hurt him...

And that doesn't totally make sense, why he's so comfortable with him... Why sex isn't terrifying? In fact right now, he's craving it so much. Sawyer whimpers as the other removes the clothes and he kisses him earnestly. He's worried about the clothes a small part of his mind worried about the mess made by ripping them and discarding them carelessly somewhere.

But...he can't really focus on that. He can't focus on anything but kissing Bishop, on his overwhelming scecnt and the taste of him on his tongue. He moans, arching up against him.

[l0vemekn0t]

He’s perfect. Perfect, perfect…his. All his. Always his. Doesn’t matter where. Sawyer is his.

Once Sawyer is completely bare; pesky fabric done with, Bishop growls lowly against his mouth and rolls his hips in slowly against his he others thighs.

“Mine,” he breathes and runs his hands along the others skin. A frustrated sound starts when he realizes he has to get his own off before he can fully enjoy his mate the way he wants to. Only that makes him break the kiss. And only so long as it takes to shuck his shirt and pants.

[bilocations]

Sawyer whimpers as the other's hips roll against his thigh and the fabric of his jeans is rough against his soft skin and leaves him wanting more. He feels a strange wet sensation that he doesn't really understand and he squirms beneath him, his hips arching. The word 'mine' is like the finest aphrodisiac to him right then. He doesn't even feel capable of speech.

Instead, Sawyer makes soft noises, begging noises, reaching to grab at the other and try and pull him closer. He feels more wetness and he squirms, not even able to focus enough to wonder what it is.

[l0vemekn0t]

That particular scent hits his senses like a semi and Bishop groans as he tosses his shirt elsewhere. Who cares where?

“Soon, baby,” he murmurs huskily and drops a handful of biting kisses wherever he can reach. He somehow manages to loosely pin the others hands out of the way as he inches down his body, nudging his legs open wider in the process.

Surprise doesn’t even feel like it’s accurate enough to describe the emotion he has when he finally releases him to feel between the others cheeks. He…

Confused, he glances up for half of a second before he slips a finger inside of him, the path a lot smoother than usual.

[bilocations]

Sawyer whines as his hands are pinned, wanting to keep touching the other but he doesn't try to tug them away from the other's hold, just arches instead to seek more contact. He bites down on his lip as his legs are parted wider, and the heat seems to spread, with it desperation. He feels so strange and he needs Bishop so much.

He lets out a near sob of a moan as the finger slips inside of him. There's no resistance and his passage is slick and it confuses Sawyer as much as it does Bishop but all he can really focus on is the finger and tightening around it trying to get it to go deeper. His fingers curl into the bedding where they'd been pinned before, trying to keep his hands where Bishop put them.

"Hng...please..." he finally finds a word.

[l0vemekn0t]

That doesn’t make sense that Sawyers body would produce that. Not this Sawyer. But when he sits back and licks the slick off of his finger, considering the beautiful display in front of him - he doesn’t care about how. Or why.

In the end he’s his, anyway. Wolf. Human. Whatever.

Bishop smirks softly as that thought settles in his brain, a pleased rumble starting to vibrate in his chest. The next few seconds are taken up by him reaching to flip Sawyer over onto his stomach, tugging his hips up just enough for a pillow to slide beneath them.

“Say it again,” he hums, using both hands to spread the others cheeks apart and sliding his tongue through to slick his body somehow miraculously created on its own.

[bilocations]

That sight is lewd... Sawyer should be disgusted but it just makes him whimper, lifting his hips. His fingers grasping at the bedding. He stares at him, eyes wide as he takes in the smirk and then he's moved again, the other's strong hands flipping him over before he can even process what's happening. He feels the pillow sliding under his hips and he squirms, his smaller cock rubbing against it.

There's nothing that could have prepared him for the other's tongue pressing against him after parting his cheeks. He cries out, jerking forward. He's so sensitive there right now, he sucks in a harsh breath as his fingers grab onto the blanket in a fistful now.

"P...please," Sawyer forces out and it's a struggle to say a single word.

[haran]

[ah... his heart swells when he sees his sister recount her fond memories with this man. he must truly be a wonderful, incredible person, to have captured his sister's heart so. ayato will have to meet him to verify. just to ask a few questions. kindly and gently. man to man. ayato just wants to get to know the guy, that's all, ask what his hobbies are. real simple stuff. 🔪

but ayaka is so very precious like this. he's glad she's found someone she likes especially since, like himself, she doesn't have many opportunities to do so back home.

he gets up and makes his way over to her, brushes her bangs behind her ear and gives the top of her head a little kiss. more petals fall, but that's just fine - he catches them in his palm.]

You've already grown so much before I could even realize. [he mutters mostly to himself, before he steps back to look at her directly.] If you're open to my opinion on the matter, I don't think you should shy away from those other thoughts. Embrace them - it may be new and frightening because of its unfamiliarity, but this place is perfect for exploring new feelings, is it not?

You have time and friends here to support you, without all the responsibility your title burdens you with.

[^_^🔪] You deserve someone who will accept every facet of yourself. And nothing less.

[haran]

I will admit, I was not affected by the illness, so I do not have first-hand experience. But I've heard that it has been an effective solution for milder cases.

[ayato has his own secrets, certainly, but they all pertain to - you guessed it, work, and whatever secrets he must keep to maintain his reputation and his position as yashiro commissioner. ayato wonders for a moment if perhaps he's a bit unusual for his more straight-forward approach to most things that aren't work, but only for a moment before the thought is abruptly yeeted out of his head.

he taps a finger to his chin in thought.]

People have taken to writing confessions across Tokyo and Kyoto, so it's likely true telling anyone is enough, but the question remains on how many people is enough.

[he moves to where thoma is cooking - though he knows better than to hover over him, don't want any sleeves catching on fire or anything. just curious about the process.]

If it isn't anything bad, then- I must ask what's keeping you from addressing it?

[historicallyloaded]

[ He continues to stare dumbfounded as plants make short work of her clothes and present her spread-eagle, angled up so he can have a perfect view. He's transfixed to the point he doesn't even fight or protest more beyond a protracted whine when the vines also make short work of his pants, peeling and ripping them off. Those were the bloody pants he bought to replace the other pair that were ruined by the other nuruname! He's left only in his open white shirt and feels all the more naked for it, especially when that thick vine settles between the cleft of his ass for support.

Melissa still holds most of his attention, however. She is beautiful. Far more than any tasteful nude painting he's ever laid eyes on or worker at a brother he'd accidentally peaked at. Every part of her is, he thinks, even beyond the maddening state of arousal he's careening towards face-first. Maybe slightly literally as the vines hoisting him by his wrists give slack suddenly and he's dropped a few inches closer to Melissa, lurched over her suspended body between her spread legs. He's close enough he can smell her sweet arousal and feel the heat coming off of her body. He swallows and whimpers, one very depraved part of him wanting to smother himself in that sweet temptation, the other working his lips into a stubborn consternated tremble. The tiny tendrils spread her lips and continue to tease her right in front of him. He's fully aware consent is dubious at best in this situation, but...

The vulva shaped plant descends further, thinking some incentivization is appropriate. It unfurls its petals, plump folds flushed as pink as Melissa and dripping sweet potent nectar. The back of it unfurls too, creating something like a double-sided labia plant. One end presses itself firmly against Melissa's slit while the other, with the help of those smaller tendrils, pull Brickston's face towards it. He can do little to stop anything and it only takes a few moments and muffled whimpering before he gives in and opens his mouth, tenderly lapping up the plant's juices with increasingly less reservation.

He is rewarded for his good behavior with a small tendril splitting off from his 'support' one that coils around his dick and very loosely, lazily, pumps him. He moans right into Melissa and shivers, his eye rolls up and he licks and sucks each flower fold with due attention, letting his chin and cheeks get covered in slick. It's so shameful but tastes incredible, and he takes his time exploring and prodding with his tongue, imagining, maybe, this might be what it's like... and maybe that Melissa can feel it on the other side, too. He can feel the petals shifting beyond him, undulating, burrowing themselves in Melissa. He hopes, for as depraved as this situation is, that it at least feels good.

Unbeknownst to him, his efforts are causing a small bulb to swell up at the top where the plant's 'clit' would be, slowly bigger and thicker with all the stimulation, and perhaps Melissa would feel part that growing that almost as if it were part of her. ]

[leafwhistle]

[Don't worry, he won't ever change. He points Ayato in the right direction, but the question makes him let out a soft laugh, half embarrassed at his own stubbornness.]

I don't make my residence in Kyoto and only recently acquired an apartment— usually, I'd stay with someone else. As such, my residence is a bit on the barren side in regards to groceries...

[One of these two nobles actually cooks his own meals and all. In any case, Kazuha gets over his sheepishness quickly, leaning into the taller man as they make their way towards his residence. Despite the circumstances, he can't find himself to be upset to have run into the Kamisato clan leader.]

I knew Miss Kamisato had arrived again, but I hadn't known you had as well, my lord. Have you been here long?

[haran]

[ayato will happily follow wherever kaeya takes him! it's quite the long journey, since they were out in the city and the scenery is now primarily residence, but ayato finds he doesn't mind the distance. kaeya is excellent company, and they talk about various things until they reach, ayato presumes, their destination.

his eyes widen a fraction at the sight of the sleek black horse. he smiles when he sees kaeya's softened expression, hand outreached to feed the gentle creature. ayato walks up to them both slowly.]

Hello, Amaya. You're absolutely beautiful, just like your owner.

[a soft laughter as amaya just chomps on, perhaps making some horse noises, tail flicking.]

May I pet you? [he holds out his hand tentatively, unsure if she'll even accept pats from anyone she doesn't know.]

[historicallyloaded]

[ Mortals? So they've heard? They are statements that beg at Brickston's natural curiosity, his desire to indulge distraction and conversational pleasantries. Would that the physical sensation weren't another more provocative distraction, and literally the one he asked for. He leans his head into their hand and his shoulders relax visibly.

Their fingers are so soft and soothing and go right where he was secretly hoping they'd go, lips parting easily for them. Enough, yes. He nods, the small motion of his head being the only catalyst needed to have the digits broach past his lips. ...Maybe not enough, on second thought. He kisses their tips, soft and gentle, tentatively bringing his tongue in to accentuate the attention. He was nervous but this helps immensely, just giving in to this amorous impulse. That's... what everyone does, here, right? Just as they said? It's okay? Do they like it?

He can't ask for it but he can plead with his half-lidded gaze and small smile, a hope they'll continue talking for reassurance, say anything he can hang on to as he slowly takes the length of their finger in his mouth and sucks. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ Cloud still didn't know what he was doing. Not entirely, anyway. There's a side of him that used to be so much louder; it would tell him he needed to step back and be cold, that he couldn't let himself be distracted from a current mission on hand. Whether he was tersely shutting Wedge, Biggs and Jessie out on his first mission with them- saying once he got his money, he was done. Brushing off Aerith's attempts to get beneath that Ex-SOLDIER exterior for the sake of getting back to Sector 7. Or even here when he first arrived, already focused on what it was going to take to break the time loop and get back home.

But...that was just it. What was the mission? What was so important that he needed to shut everything and everyone out to achieve it? Nothing. Even when he thought he was succeeding in keeping his distance from someone like Aerith, or connecting with Avalanche, Cloud was doing the exact opposite. He got closer. He became intertwined with their fates, for better or for worse... And now that he was here, on the other side of the revelations that Zack brought to him...he's got some of the pieces back together. More than anything?

He was lost.

Cloud didn't know what he was supposed to do. Or where he was supposed to go. Or how he was supposed to feel. His default emotion was cold and aloof, a coping mechanism that held as much weight as ether now. Yet here he was now, what he first thought were distractions and acquaintanceships...crumbled to dust and thrown to the wind when Ayaka squeezes his hand and finally finds his gaze. It all went away when, on a fateful night and thanks to an old friend that helped him come back, a boy named Cloud Strife nervously took a chance.

He takes a leap, even now, still not knowing where he may land. But no matter where that may be, one thing never changed,

"Would you do it again?"

He never took his eyes off her. Not even when he wordlessly leans in once more, to relive that first moment and stretch it into what felt like eternity. His lips brush against hers, bolder and more certain now as he gently presses more at her side. And when he feels like drawing away? It's for a fleeting breath against her soft lips, hand never letting go as the serenity of this gazebo remains undisturbed, before he's back to kissing her again. Yet it never escalates, only the rising heat in his cheeks and throughout his body changing as fireworks pop in his head. Every lingering press of his lips against hers, the need to breath warring with the need to not stop, until finally...

Cloud opens his eyes, only drawing away enough that he can see her if she were to do the same. When he finally comes back to reality and recoils from the dizzying sensation. He can still feel her on his lips, a moment that'd be imprinted in his memories. Of all the things he wish would loop in time... ]

...

[ Would he do it again? With a shaky huff and a shy smile, ]

Yep.

[historicallyloaded]

Wh—waah! [ His head spins for just a moment at the sudden swoop of gravity changing, all the uki he's consumed doing him no favors. Even that headrush turns into a pleasant buzz a moment later, but Bricks still fidgets uncomfortably, gripping the bottom of his yukata and flutily pulling it down. ]

You really mustn't trouble yourself I'm, um...

[ It's a boner. He's got a boner. ]