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jan event.
summer has arrived
As the last of the sakura blossoms fall away and the leaves on the trees grow into ever more vibrant greens, the familiar buzz of cicadas begins to echo all throughout the isle. Summer is quickly approaching and bringing brighter days and blazing temperatures along with it.
Summer also signals the start of the wine production season. Grapes growing on trellises are a common sight on Crescentview during the summer and a notice on the town memo board from the local barkeep encourages farmers to consider growing some varietal grapes of their own.
Temperatures are rising, so put on a comfortable pair of shorts and head to the Town Plaza to see what’s cooking! While you’re at it, take a look at the calendar for Summer 1st through 15th.
This season’s crops are corn, onion, pumpkin, watermelon, and pineapple. Summer’s seasonal flowers are poppy, rose, sunflower, lily, and hydrangea. As for mushrooms, shimeji, trumpet, and common brown spores are available for the summer.
hot! ...or not
Posted prominently at the top of the Memo Board is a cartoonishly-written advertisement for the first annual Hot or Not hosted by the Goddess herself. Contestants will take to the stage while the audience votes on whether they are as hot as the blazing sun or cooler than a dead fish. Leave your egos at the door! ICly, this event takes place on Summer 8th.
task board
The task board is located in Town Square and changes from season to season. In real time, a season is one month long. The following tasks are available from January 1st to February 1st and more tasks may be added mid-month.
Certain rewards are only available through event participation, so please keep this in mind when planning your threads. Multiple tasks may be completed within a single thread, but when turning in, please link to the individual tags in which each task was completed.
Finally, rewards are per character, not per farm, so those with housemates may want to coordinate with one another with regard to what animals you’re bringing home to your farm.
This month’s tasks are centered around getting to know your fellow neighbors on a deeper level. As such, the Goddess has put together a small human scavenger hunt to encourage people to learn more about the people they are living with — and hopefully falling in love with.
Find someone who...
1. Was born in the summer
2. Pours milk into their bowl before the cereal
3. Plays a musical instrument
4. Has more than 3 siblings
5. Works out 5 times a week or more
6. Doesn’t like animals
7. Would like to date the Harvest Goddess
8. Has traveled around the world
9. Speaks two or more languages
10. Is wearing socks that aren’t black or white
Each submission will earn you two random bags of summer seeds. Specify whether you want crop, flower, or mushroom spores in your submission. This task can be completed a total of 10 times.
Many ingredients used in wine production grow in the summer, but so do a variety of tea plants and grains. Grapes, tea shrubs and grains like wheat and barley can all be grown on your farm or in your greenhouse, if you have one.
Complete the following tasks to earn yourself some nice beverage-producing crops for the farm:
1. Take something from last month’s harvest and gift it to a neighbor. You can give it to them directly, cook it into a meal, etc. Alternatively, craft them a bouquet, flower crown, or another gift from the flowers you grew last season. Complete 3 times for a total of 6 grape starters.
2. Share a piece of hot gossip with a neighbor or exchange secrets with them. It doesn’t have to be your secret! Complete 3 times for a total of 6 tea starters.
3. Exercise with someone. Go on a run, swim in the ocean, help them stretch out! Complete 3 times for a total of 6 grain crops. You may choose from wheat, barley, rye, or rice.
Summer is the perfect time to hang out on the beach and splash around in the ocean. Participate in some summer fun at the beach and earn more animals for your barn and coop.
1. Swim in the ocean, build a sandcastle, or bury someone in the sand. Do any of the following for one of the following animals: cow, sheep, alpaca, or goat. This task can be completed once.
2. Participate in Hot or Not. It’s an annual tradition! Submit yourself or comment on someone else for a single chicken or rabbit. This task can be completed once.
local happenings
The Crescentview Times newspaper has chronicled the latest happenings around the island. A physical copy of the paper will arrive on your doorstep early in the morning on Summer 1st.
Recently, a group of townspeople have taken it upon themselves to check out the abandoned mine. They’ve made good headway on opening up the path in the hopes that would-be explorers will be able to take to the mines and find some of Crescentview’s fabled gems and minerals buried in its depths. They expect to be done by Summer 15th.
A strange “gurgling whisper” has been reported by some concerned townsfolk living in the mountains. The concerning sounds are coming from one of the lakes at the foot of the mountain. Supposedly, the voice is asking for offerings of... something. The townsfolk have yet to identify what exactly is being asked for.
A hurricane has been brewing off the southern coast of Crescentview. Meteorologists have yet to determine whether the hurricane will make landfall or not, so stay tuned for more updates.
mod notes
⬥ Welcome to our second event! We want to thank you all for participating in our game and contributing your efforts to it. Thank you for playing!
⬥ A second event post will go up in mid-Jan.
⬥ Please plot over at the Jan Plotting Post.
⬥ As a reminder, please keep all plotting on the OOC post as not everyone has Discord or Plurk.
⬥ Please submit your completed tasks at the top-level below.
⬥ Have fun!
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But he learned, from the best. How to bottle it up when necessary, how to disarm with a smile and cut at the mind before the flesh. For the sake of his own survival. And yet, with a hand around his throat, he throws it all out the window.
Mishka could kill him at any time. He knows that, and has known it ever since he got picked off the street by the scruff- the softest press of a thumb to his pulse tells him that well enough. But he kept pushing, in an unrelenting effort to keep his individuality his own, like he pushes now. His brow furrows, bewildered by the softening of the other's face and his words, something confusing bubbling in the recesses of his chest.
Perhaps it was almost a sense of comfort. Ironic, to find it in someone who taught him how to kill and could have just disposed of him in turn. After all, he would never speak the way he does to anybody else in the Syndicate- he'd have have his tongue cut out, before all else.
The electric blue of his eyes peer straight into Mishka's face for a moment, still tentatively furious, before he dares to scoff. ]
And perhaps my elder should learn when to shut his mouth.
[ He doesn't really know what this is. It feels vicious and hostile, both hands inches away from being able to slit each other's throats, and yet it's not. They could, at any moment, straw steel...and yet they won't.
He didn't even realize how close he had leaned in when all the distance evaporates.
For a moment, he freezes. He wasn't sure where this was going, but it wasn't here- the other is so much warmer than he is, but it's the teeth sinking into his lips that drag him out of the stupor. The pain is mild, but it sparks his blood afresh, the taste of iron in his mouth pushing him further against the other man as he responds in kind.
The faint music playing over the roll of credits is merely a buzzing in his ears, hyperfocused on pressing his free hand flat against the other's chest to push him back somewhat, to make it easier to press himself into his lap. It's far more convenient, after all, to try and shove his tongue down his throat that way. If that's how Mishka wants to play it, then it's what he's going to get. ]
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Their intimacy was meant to be perfunctory, but this is nothing short of unabashedly passionate. He is frustrated with Adelis in some way he cannot articulate - frustrated that he does not wish to strike him down; frustrated that Adelis does not and cannot understand what's better for him; frustrated, in some way, knowing that he can act his mentor all he likes - but Adelis has long since outgrown him.
This is not new. Adelis struck out on his own path some time ago. But it is not easy, either. Adelis moves forward in ways he cannot - without him. There is envy. There is bitterness. And then, there is a vague sense of lonely.
There are so few things he can do for Adelis now. Adelis really ought shut up and let him do them.
He lets Adelis push him back against the plush arm of his nice couch, wrapping an arm around his waist - pushing up against his clothes, exposing Adelis's skin at the waist bare - to force him closer when he settles on his lap. Adelis's kiss is aggressive, and, almost competitive, Mishka's is equally so - he will cut his teeth on his lips and run his tongue along his mouth if he must to prove a sense of control from below him.
Worse, though, is his grip. He doesn't let go of Adelis's neck while he forces his kiss in return - strangely, he only grips harder in firm strangulation, Adelis's body locked into place. Not enough to kill him, certainly, but enough to be somewhere between alarming and, perhaps, just enough to force euphoria. )
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He could have found other contacts. Worked with anyone else, after being introduced fully and slipping out on his own. It would not have been hard, with a tongue sharpened to silver and the skills he'd learned at the other's encouraging, brutal hand. But he kept going back to his old mentor, put up with his attitude and exchanged his barbs, for reasons he couldn't quite grasp.
Convenience, Adelis would argue. Perhaps familiarity. Not the vague urge to return in his chest to the one person who saw potential in him, who's recognition he found himself absentmindedly seeking.
It's a lonely existence, carving yourself off from everyone else. He tells himself he grew fine with it.
He'd expect no less from the other, for all he tends to put on a harmless act in front of everyone else. He tastes blood that's both his own and not as he leans into Mishka, arm coiling around his waist and keeping him flush against his chest. There's practically no space at all between them, and for a moment, part of him is glad the weather has divested them of some of their usual layers. He's not too sure he's got the patience to peel off piece after piece right now.
The grip is...tight. He knows it's not enough to kill him, knows what it would take to kill him, but it settles as a warning in his chest to accompany the burn from the lack of proper oxygen. For the lightest of shivers down his spine that it sparks, he doesn't pry the hand off, his own fingers busy coiling around to slide through black strands and grip. The sharp yank against Mishka's skull is only to accompany the hard press of his hips downward. ]
the nightseer sage is, however,
He grins against the kiss with all his teeth, gripping dangerously sharp. He ought hold back - he should - ah, but it's hard. Hard, too, as Adelis grinds up against him, and he runs the palm along Adelis's waist, feeling firmly the skin, the returning warmth, until he hits the buttons and buckles. He thumbs them through their hooks, palming between Adelis's legs shamelessly. )
Are you always like this when someone tries to kill you?
( He murmurs, teasing, between the kiss. His grip flexes - recalling to lighten his touch, a little, so Adelis's breath could recover. He still needs to breathe; he ought let him; be glad for that. )
he can pay if he wants to look
The hands that crawl over him are far less curious, less eagerly exploratory, and more with a hungry purpose. He can feel the warmth sinking into his skin, and it only makes Adelis tighten his grip, leather barely creaking with the force of his clenched fingers. The hand unabashedly fondling him earns a sharp twitch, before he rocks his hips into the touch more aggressively, sinking his teeth into Mishka's lip before bothering to reply. ]
If you were trying to kill me, your grip wouldn't be so fucking pathetic.
[ The hiss comes out with the barest of gasps to accompany it, as the fingers around his neck loosen ever so slightly. Shoving their lips back together, there's a shuffle before he lets go of Mishka's hair, only to bring now-bare hands to his front- letting him feel the cool brush of his still-warming fingers as they drag down to Mishka's waistband. Perhaps, normally, he'd be more a bit patient...but clearly that's not something either of them have in spades. ]
And? [ A finger casually slips past the barrier of cloth, just to test his reaction, mimicking the tease of his voice. ] Do you always try to fuck whoever you want to kill?
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For some moment his hands linger as they are, almost indecisive, before he feels Adelis's hand broach the waistline, and he exhales a hot laugh. )
It would be better to ask if I ever bed those I don't want to kill.
( He knows what Adelis has done, on occasion, for a job, and Adelis has known what he's done for the same - granted, Mishka has freely and gladly admitted it's not of any need any longer; not at his level of skill. He has not bothered in some time. )
... To that I might say that you may be the first.
( He admits this, flush with alcohol as he is, though subtly, only apparent now that Adelis is this much closer. )
But if you're so eager to touch, you may.
( Teasing BACK!!! (x2) Adelis undone, he does not, as one might expect, tug down the waistband lower, but he instead takes his hand from his neck and his waistline to grip him on the hips on either side, grinding his length through the fabric up against Adelis to give him a better sense of scale. )
It may be a little too large for you to handle, though.
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Speak any more bullshite and I really will think you're drunk.
[ But that's impossible, clearly, no matter how strong the smell of whiskey or the flush of his face is. Loose with his tongue he may be, but Adelis chalks it up the situation and the tendency to tease. It's a bit of relief, with all the buttons and buckles undone, but the hands that shift away from his waist earn a minute quirk of the brow before they shoot up in surprise, nails pressing taut into Mishka's pale skin at the sharp grind from below. Whether they draw blood is of no concern, as he rather focuses on choking down whatever light noise threatens to escape.
...He's not too sure what he expected, but Adelis opts to keep himself quiet on that front, instead letting his face fall into a mild look of exasperated disgust. ]
You must be joking. [ He's not too sure whether to feel more offended or scandalized, but when he leans it again, it's with a particular bite as his fingers curl more firmly in Mishka's waistband. ] You must know what they say about a man who sees fit to brag. Either he's a liar-
[ And then they pull, without an ounce of shame, as far as he can drag the other's pants down with their hips so firmly close together. ]
Or he has little idea how to use it.
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The nails at his waist, and the ensuing disgust, delight him, unfortunately for Adelis. He cannot take this all too seriously; a deeply romantic air would be suggestive of something that simply isn't true. They are making a series of strange choices (Adelis while under the influence); why not indulge in this, the way they could not in Ostoya? There is nothing here between them, after all.
He lifts his hips and shifts Adelis a little further up his thighs and off his lap to help Adelis with the waistband, because he's magnanimous and kind, and because Adelis is charmingly impatient. He'll be merciful, and peel off Adelis's stupid tight pants as Adelis works off his, his cock coming to rest against Adelis's stomach. )
If you're so experienced with how a man ought to use his natural equipment, I shall have to ask you for a performance review in the after.
( Mishka is proportional to his height, so he wasn't joking about the size. Adelis is small, he was just being nice and courteous, but oh well!
He releases Adelis's hip on one end to vaguely lean toward the table and swipe off the lube Adelis had brought, noting distantly his aim was just a little bit off, but deciding it's a problem for later. )
You don't need me to prepare you, do you?
( Actually, the correct answer is yes you do need it, if you're not a slut! Hm, Adelis! Not that one can trust any Ostoyan, especially not any Mishka, to prep properly, so he's really just probing. )
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There is hardly anything methodical in the way his fingers tug and yank once the opportunity is given, going with the subtle shift to better ease the removal of their clothes as quick as practiced hands will allow. There is no playful fiddling with laces and exploratory skimming of fingertips, reserved for people on far more businesslike yet friendly terms- just a race to feel warm flesh on flesh.
But- ah. Not lying, apparently. ]
You act as if I've the time to critique you, as it would likely take far too long.
[ A lot of bite for a guy trying not to regard the cock pressing into his stomach too much, but he's not the type to be easily impressed, anyway, especially as his fingers shift to dig tight into the flesh of Mishka's shoulders. There's no need to address the low heat curling in his gut at the thought already.
Adelis does notice the off-kilter reach, but is prevented from commenting on it at the question, which has his gaze snapping back to Mishka as his glare returns with a vengeance. ]
You've a rotted brain if you think I'll let you stick anything in me without, regardless of how lackluster I'm sure it'll be.
[ A slut, he is not!! And not stupid, either- some is better than none, especially in this instance, although he's equally impatient enough that just a little will suffice. He's hardly a coward, and he can adjust well enough, or so he tells himself. ]
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If you keep on insisting you won't enjoy it, I'm certain you'll convince yourself eventually. But, well, if you insist...
( To Mishka, affection and exploration are personal gestures, so he refrains for a time, as much as a greater part of him wants to touch Adelis in excess. Anyone who had ever slept with him as a transaction did not much care for his likes and his wants so much as they cared to get the matter done with quick, and he had offered them no better.
Granted, he does offer Adelis one privilege he has always offered him, and no one else: that he wants Adelis to enjoy himself. Mishka does not sleep with people to pleasure them generally, but Adelis would prove to be one exception.
He spills the lube onto his fingers with half a hum, amused by the stickiness if put off in the insect way by the unfamiliar, chemical smell. Well, so long as it works, right? )
Lift your hips.
( He pulls Adelis against him with his good hand in an almost startlingly intimate way, chest to chest, his palm gliding along exposed skin to press against his entrance. )
Now, don't complain too much, or I'll presume you like it.
( Adelis's worst fear, surely.
He presses a finger in, surprisingly gentle considering his rush and callous disposition, as he works his way deeper in. He presses deeper, then slides it out, then in, in a methodical fashion. He presses a second finger in with effort, working down each knuckle, spreading him fairly deep.
He is, as you might expect, exceptionally good with his hands, and the way he spreads him feels almost needlessly erotic, fingers pressing against Adelis's tight walls... until it becomes plain he's gotten a good sense of where Adelis's sweet spot lies in his anatomy, and, strangely, his fingers focus there, curling into it, and grinding against it.
Adelis had insisted on preparation, not him. It's hardly his fault if he takes advantage of the opportunity. )
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Despite the feverish desperation they had thrown themselves at each other, gnashing of teeth and harsh touches. He offers none of the smooth-tongued confidence and teasing words he offered Syrlya, only the sharp cut of his tongue.
Adelis hardly has a chance to oblige, hips shifting up albeit with a narrowing of the eyes, before he finds himself pulled in. His grip grip flexes on the other shoulders in a spark of surprise, pressed flush to the other's chest with the warmth radiating through their thin clothes. They are painfully close, noses nearly brushing, and thus Mishka can see the aggravated click of his tongue once he speaks. ]
Just bloody get on with it.
[ Bold of him. But his jaw clicks shut, at least, out of spite- and perhaps to keep a lid on anything that might escape, once he feels the slickness of a slender finger slide inside of him. It is...surprisingly benign, as it glides deep, before the methodical push and pull make his grip lightly tighten. Most are not like this, gentle yet efficient, and the push of a second finger within makes his breath hitch lightly.
Adelis does not, naturally, look at Mishka despite their closeness- his gaze shifts downwards, to the curve of his neck, ignoring the faint burning of his ears as the other stretches him open. It feels excessive, the fingers brushing against his walls so intimately, but it only becomes apparent why once he hits that part of him that makes him twitch.
Once, naturally, would be excusable, but that is not the case. The touch centers there, specifically, and he finds his nails digging in tight as his breath quickens, shiver crawling up his spine as the coil in his stomach heats further. One particular sharp grind, and his hands shift to coil more around his neck itself, nail slipping and slicing a thin line across the skin as he finally looks up and hisses. ]
Oi. [ Adelis is, at the very least, good at keeping his voice level, despite the unrelenting twist against his insides and the suffocating press of his cock against the other's stomach. The other's flesh feels far too hot against his own, and he won't comment on how the touch of the other's warmth makes him feel so much less hollow. ] You know damn well what you're doing-
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Not when Adelis whinges at him, his mouth so close. Adelis clearly likes it, from the subtle jolting of his body. He wonders how much he can tease him before Adelis gets too testy. )
But you don't dislike it, do you? Or are you just impatient to take me in?
( No longer masquerading as simple preparation, he doesn't see the need to play so nice. His arm slips from around Adelis, brushing lightly, gratuitously, along his neck to feel how he'd made his neck tender from the fierce grip of his strangling. Knowing how he's harmed the skin there sends a shiver that runs down his spine, and he feels it gathering wet at his tip.
His hand settles there on the chin, thumb pressed against his sweet lower lip in that warm space between them fingers curling along his jaw. He can feel how hard Adelis is against him, and, selfishly, he keeps teasing him with his fingers, spreading him just a little wider deep in. )
If you're honest with what you want, I'll take you now. Unless, perhaps, this is preferable, confident as you are that my performance will be lackluster?
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Who the hell was impatient to begin with-
[ Who started it, with the first press of his lips and nip of his teeth, and the wrap of his hands around his throat...the throat that Mishka's fingers now brush again, sore from the harsh grip that will no doubt leave his neck a mess of mottled bruises. Something wet smears on his stomach, the white fabric of his shirt pushed up from where he's pressed against the taller man, and he will not admit how he feels the same.
Two is much, but three is a lot- especially when they pull and stretch, grinding against that spot inside him that curls his own grip tight against the other's throat and paints his cheeks aflush. The soft press of a thumb to his lip, in the barely-there spare between them, sparks alight the heat under his skin.
He savagely bites down, feeling the tip of an incisor pierce the soft pad of the finger in question. A warning, or perhaps venting his irritation, his impatience, breath hot and quick as he resists the urge to squirm against the rubbing of his walls. ]
Insufferable git- [ Adelis releases the finger, if only to speak, one of the hands leaving to curl back in Mishka's hair and dig nails tight to his scalp as he drags his face close enough. He is not submitting, no, nor is he begging- he is demanding. ] If you are not going to fuck me, then what good are you?
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The bite he expects, and only curls his lips into a broader grin. Adelis wouldn't be Adelis if he didn't bark and snap and argue— but what does draw sharp breath from him is how Adelis pulls his head, nails sharp against the scalp, and a crisp heat curls in his stomach, leaving his breath just a little warmer.
He supposes he has his answer, hm? Mishka is running up against the limit of Adelis's patience. Good. )
Watch your tongue.
( He says this without irritation, digging his fingers into Adelis's mouth, pressing flat the tongue and high the skull, as he leans in to lick his tongue, his teeth— predatory, affectionate, and hungry. )
I'll eat you whole.
( Adelis already spread wide deeper in, he slides the fingers out until he's spreading the entrance just enough, his hips rolling to shift his cock from beneath him and let it grind against him.
He pulls out a finger so he can better press the tip against his entrance, and gradually into it, and for a moment it seems he promises an easing-in, but, as the last finger slips from Adelis and takes to his waist on either side, he fucks up into him with particular force, and forces Adelis down onto him.
He kissing him deeply, as if to muffle protest, and pushing back as his tongue forces itself into Adelis's mouth and he begins to move him on his cock, and shifting their positions in reverse— Adelis against the bed of the couch, and Mishka fucking him on top. It's rough, callous, and completely overwhelming— and even more relentless is how he's certain to hit Adelis's sweet spot with every lap, quite preoccupied with finding the particular position that might best make him a mess. )
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Adelis does not have time to spit a retort with the fingers wrenching into his mouth, the glide of the other's tongue across his own, across the enamel of his teeth. Disgusting, is what he would hiss could he do so without the spill of saliva down his chin, but he merely presses himself closer in a desperate hungry move of his own. Soaking up the heat from somebody who does not struggle to keep it.
Eat him, then. If he can.
The press of the other's tip against him, in him, has a sharp breath leaving him- there has been an ache inside him the fingers left him with, even if he will not admit it. Still, the tense of his muscles and expectation do nothing to prepare him fully for the next few seconds- and he feels the air nearly punched out of his lungs from the force of both the other's hips slamming up to meet the force of his own down.
The noise that slips through his lips is choked, but it's swallowed quick by the press of Mishka's lips to his own, muffled by the squirm of the tongue in his mouth. He bites down on it, as his hips shift up the other's cock, and there's little time to adjust before he's pushed back against the seat of the couch.
His glasses shift, askew on his face as he's pressed down further, further- and with the arch of his hips in the other's grip, all his fingers can do is tighten like mad with every callous, brutal thrust against his tight insides. Adelis' breath catches in his throat, nails raking harsh, jagged lines down the pale of Mishka's neck. He is not so easily torn down, shattering to shards in other's hands- but he cannot deny the relentless pace that slams into that part of him with every stroke, vision sparking hard as his fingers twist in Mishka's hair to pull him back. ]
Son of a bitch— [ His voice wavers, but he manages to barb his tongue, even as the flush crawls down his face and the length of his neck, lifting his shaky legs to coil them tight around the taller man's waist. ] Harder.
[ As if this is not hard enough, the slam of the other up to the hilt in him making his whole body tremble. Mishka is far bigger than he is, full length pressing so deep inside of him, and he needs more. Out of self satisfaction, out of drunken need, out of whatever feeling burns hot in the pit of his stomach. ]