Reflections from the Night Before

[faewildmods]

J-Dawg

my bro from another ho

Puck

Did you get the name of that naiad last night?

J-Dawg

Are you fucking kidding me? I should punch you in the junk rn. My M O T H E R is livid

Puck

Oh, that explains a few things.

Puck

Uh, can you get someone with fire magic to come and help me de-ice the walls?

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You wake up a little bleary-eyed and fuzzy-minded. It's strange. You don't really remembering overindulging last night, and yet here you are with the distinct sense that somehow you weren't making the best decisions. Faerie magic is funny like that.

But it's probably fine. It's not like you made any really poor life decisions, right? Like drunk-mirroring your fellow Faewild guests?

Oh. Oh no.

Better check your messages, and see what's in your Reflections from the Night Before.




All right, dears, you know the drill. Your characters have found themselves firing off (perhaps) ill-advised texts. Choose from the horrifying archive of text based debauchery or craft your own bespoke messages.

All threads in this post may be considered canon if all parties involved agree. All threads may be counted for Activity Check as well as Rewards.

Comments

[rosepaean]

You are going to be so drunk after then end of this night, I will have to peel you off the table and restick you to me.

It is my my job to provide you with enough delight and stimuli-- I could see you in a adrogynous suit with a very slutty plunge neckline

[unwisely]

As long as I get restuck to you, that sounds like a good deal to me. Good luck peeling me off you though.

You are meeting and exceeding all expectations. Employee of the year. And could you? You are welcome to play dress up with me anytime, you know.

[rosepaean]

Cinnamon, I would never want you to be unstuck off me, the more that you tuck yourself against me and the happier I will be-- all you have to do is allow me to love you for the rest of our days.

[unwisely]

[What the absolute hells, Kris? Here is Will, tipsy, and messy drunk crying into his mirror because his fiancé is the actual most amazing person who has ever existed in any reality ever.]

I love you so much there ain't enough songs in the world to express it. And there's nothing that will ever change that.

[rosepaean]

[ Guess it happens that the two of them are going to be lost and helpless together, both equal opportunity simps. This is what happened when two wife-guys formed a bond, so much simping. ]

I have to admit that I never thought I would never find a love like this again, and I am grateful to you and for the healing power of the emotions that you bring out in my life..

[ Cry, Will.. it's alright. They'll cry together, and then have nasty hot disrespectful sex. ]

[unwisely]

[The union of two wife-guys really is an infinite feedback loop of simping.

And Willow is absolutely crying.]

You're the healer, Sugar. You've shown me that I didn't sell my whole soul. There's still some of it left, and that part wants to be a better man. For you.

[rosepaean]

[ Simp all you want Willow, Kris happens to have two very strong arms that are meant for hugging his wife-guy wife, also infinite amount of smooches; you could never escape him now. ]

You are a very good soul, you are wonderful and you are loved; also there is room for a little bit of bad boy, just a little bit-- enough to keep it spicy, cinnamon.