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TDM 03
【 Hello, dearest guests. We hope you have been enjoying your time in the Golden Peacock and utilizing our many amenities.
Reception would like all guests to be aware that some new arrivals have been misplaced. Due to the nature of the resort, new arrivals may have been misplaced in unexpected locations. This includes your personal suites. We are very sorry for this inconvenience.
Please do not be alarmed if you come across a misplaced new arrival. We kindly request that any guests that find a misplaced new arrival escort them to the main hub, where we have arranged a central meetup where all new arrivals can claim their complimentary robes and welcome baskets.
All guests are invited to come mingle at the main hub and meet new arrivals. As always, we hope you have a pleasant day! 】
DEALER'S CHOICE
STEVE, WHERE DID YOU PUT THE NEW ARRIVALS?
The Golden Peacock has swept away the hues of winter and welcomed vibrant pops of color for a change of pace. Gone are the snow whites and cool golds. Vases of bright florals have been staged all throughout the general hubs and hallways. Statues have been cheekily decorated with bright clothes, such as charming hats and billowing dresses with cheerful prints. This peacock has cleaned up nicely, its brilliant feathers shaking with a warm palette to please the senses.
Staff are bustling during the decor turnover. While some diligent employees are steadfastly decorating the hallways with sprawling vines and spectacular blooms, others are darting back and forth in search of something. Or rather — someone. Several someones. Front reception is in an outright panic while flying over the phones and furiously slamming their hands on keyboards.
"Steve, I know you're new, but you can't just press any button that pops up on the computer screen! The new arrivals are supposed to go into temporary suites." Deborah, the head receptionist, sighs, "Now who knows where they are. I hope they're okay... I'm sure they're quite confused, wherever they wound up. Steve, stop crying. The house won't fire you for this. Probably. How's your resume looking?"
In the end, Steve didn't get fired. But he did get reassigned to trash duty.
FLORAL RIOT
A STRIKE OF COLOR
【 🌸🌸🌸 Come experience new floral delights! Prepare to be ravished by a symphony of color and aroma. Romance, love, and pleasure all await within corridors of beauty. 🌸 🌸 🌸 】
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
SMOKY NECTAR
DRIBBLE OF SWEETNESS
The conservatory is even busier than the gardens. Unlike the easygoing staff in the garden, employees in the conservatory are busy zooming to and fro with brooms while trying to get a handle on the unexpectedly huge amount of pollen. From flowers, from trees — so much pollen. The ground is coated and the air is thick. Several long-standing guests visiting the area have fallen into sneezing fits. Even with cleaning efforts to mitigate the build-up, the pollen becomes thicker as the weeks go on. Staff eventually give up on trying to sweep it away.
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
PETAL-STAINED LIPS
A BLOOMING DISEASE
👩🦰 "Hack hack, hack hack... what do you mean, 'please cover my mouth when I cough'? I'm a rank nine. Nine! You can't tell me what to do. Now, clean up this mess. I've been coughing up flower petals all day." 👩🦰
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
PROMPT NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Arrival, The Bathroom Button: Multiple versions of arrival are possible. Characters may be flushed down the toilet or tub to wake up in several different locations across the resort.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
OOC NOTES
BLANKET CW: Altered States; Aphrodisiacs; Body Horror (potential); Dubcon; Illnesses; Medical Play; NSFW Language; Paranormal; Somnophilia; Sex Pollen; Sex Toys
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance. Your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's April event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Current characters posting to the TDM should note they are currently in-game in the subject line.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game, the thread will not be applicable toward rewards as that character would not have a card value.
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
midnight | arknights | currently in game
ii. conservatory
iii. swan lake
v. wildcard
conservatory
embry briefly considers just leaving him there, because it's not like he really owes midnight anything at all — except. maybe he does, a little, from the time midnight took care of him without asking. embry hadn't wanted it, but his sore body had appreciated the aftercare in the morning, though of course he hadn't reached out to say as much. he kneels in the shade of the tree, plucking at midnight's damp clothes and intending to see if he even has a pulse — does he have one on a normal day? embry doesn't fucking know — but before he can reach out further, midnight catches him like an animal trap.
maybe not so much like an animal trap. more like someone sated with sex and wanting a warm body nearby, a feeling embry knows well but hasn't indulged in since — well. fuck that memory. ]
Midnight. [ he lies still, wrapped in the circle of his arms, watching leaves sway in the breeze. it feels like a stolen moment from his deployment, when he and ash would sneak away for precious minutes alone. he closes his eyes and thinks about jabbing midnight in the ribs with his elbow, but politely refrains. ] Midnight. Wake the fuck up.
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First drop of said ride: Midnight opens his eyes blearily, grins — this is a wide grin, slightly open like a shark — then buries his nose at Embry's neck, near his hairline, and sniffs. Granted, it's a pretty deep inhale, so one might think he's in the process of waking himself up. He is not. He knows people better by smell than sight. ]
Mm. You smell like Mr. Embry.
[ Then his mouth opens, he licks against the patch of neck he'd sniffed, then starts giving lazy, affectionate kisses. It's very much like getting groomed by a lion, or at least a very large dog with boundary issues. Embry may also receive a light scratch or two, courtesy of his fangs. Midnight is most certainly not all there. ]
Smells good...
[ Midnight may no longer be a wolf, but the warmth in his arms certainly feels like something he should rut into, so he begins to do that; without any real malice, or intention, or any higher level cognitive thought, Midnight's hips start moving against Embry, his cock firming a little under the friction. His hands are also wandering, searching for more warmth, and they will make it under Embry's shirt if he isn't stopped. Granted, there is a lot going on here, and Embry will need to prioritize. You know, if getting sleep-fucked by a vampire wasn't on his to-do list today. Getting felt up might be low on the "to stop" list.
(By the way: Terran vampires are not undead, and Midnight specifically has a good metabolism. This is all very warm. Enjoy?) ]
cw blood
he doesn't even notice that midnight's nimble hands have pulled his shirttails from his trousers and slipped beneath the fine fabric until his fingers brush his overly sensitive nipples, sending a hard ache directly to his cock. a groan escapes his parted lips, his chest rising and falling from his panting breaths as he shoves a hand down his pants to palm his weeping cock. ]
Fuck. [ he's in a dark, destructive mood, which also isn't out of the ordinary, as his raw, primal need often eclipses his sense of caution. he can't help but remember the last time he was with midnight, the brand new sensations that crossed every boundary and shadowed his limits. would he be taking advantage of a sexed-up, half-conscious vampire? he'll take his punishment later if midnight wants to dole it out.
his free hand doesn't have to reach far into the bushes to pluck a thorny rose with a satisfying snap and a puff of pollen, bringing the sharp points to the side of his own throat, where he presses the tip right above the thrum of his pulse. it stings much worse as it sinks into his skin than when midnight had opened his wrist, embry fisting his cock through the pain, then he drags the thorn down until he feels a gentle well of blood drip down the line of his throat. ]
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Which is to say that Midnight, half-dreaming and half-primal, smells blood close and warm, and he takes the opportunity in the way any predator would: in spades, while he can. He takes a deep inhalation, sighs it out shakily, as though he's been waiting for a holiday dinner for a very, very long time. He licks over the new scratch, then licks again, then seals his lips over the wound and sucks hard, bruising the skin under his tongue.
This is every biological instinct in Midnight come to life: the urge to feed, the urge to fuck, the urge to consume until everything he can claim is his. He pulls at the Embry-smelling clothes; buttons pop and hems tear. He pulls the clothes away from Embry's body as easily as peeling pages from a book.
Once they're skin to skin, Midnight pulls away, sighs, and continues to lick at Embry, tasting the faint iron-rust and salt wetness. He grips in the tattered remains of Embry's clothes, pulls until his cock brushes against the cleft of his ass, and begins to thrust there, his cock hardening until it begins to fuck between those warm, bare thighs. His eyelids flutter, he half-wakes enough to moan gently, to pull at the legs in front of him. He wants to be inside of whoever this is... They seem so warm, so welcoming... ]
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Midnight.
[ the idiot can't hear him, and maybe it's for the best, because embry doesn't particularly want to have a conversation about this after the fact. midnight's tongue is warm and insistent where it laves against his bruised, bloody skin, sending shivers of pleasure dancing through him, and he cares less and less if midnight actually knows who he is or what he's doing with each passing moment of his mounting desire. it doesn't mean anything. they're not anything, because embry isn't anything to anyone, and it's better this way, without the ruinous weight of expectation or guilt.
he reaches for another flower, crushing it in his hand and flicking the petals away, leaving behind a mess of sticky-sweet honey coating his palm. the resort always provides, like they're stuck in some demented version of heaven where he still can't get god to answer for fucking room service on his floor. he reaches back for midnight's cock, slicking him up in a few swift strokes, and a better man would try again to wake him up, would at least turn around and make an attempt with hands in his hair or fingers on his cheek, but it's well established that embry is not a good man even as the guilt he doesn't want to feel burns in his chest.
he barrels ahead anyway, already naked, already wanting, already halfway there. he guides midnight to press roughly inside of him, pushing back to take him all the way in, too quick to be comfortable, a ragged moan falling from his lips. ]
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Because Midnight isn't quite awake, isn't quite asleep, but is also in a state tangential to both: fucked out is the correct descriptor. Aphrodisiac and his own libido conspiring against his self-awareness, leaving him with nothing but how much he craves sex, how there really isn't much separating him from an animal except his own conscience.
Appropos of nothing, Midnight shifts from the first scratch, nestles his nose against Embry's shoulder, and, without warning, bites down. It's a dog bite in that Midnight only does it to hold Embry still, to have the comfort of something solid and soft and warm in his mouth; it's a vampire's bite in that blood leaks from the new puncture wounds regardless. His hips are in a lazy, sleepy, rhythmless roll, but he makes small noises of unconscious arousal as pleasure collects between his thighs, eyelids fluttering as his next orgasm builds. ]
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he was hard before, but his cock is begging for release now, embry's jaw tight as he grunts into the soft grass, pushing back against midnight's erratic thrusts as he strokes himself, rough and unforgiving. he can feel that midnight's close, feel the tremors in his muscles and how his grip gets harder, more bruising. there's nothing sweet or even pleasant about it once embry spills wet and hot all over his hand, shuddering less from sex's sweet relief than being released from the pollen's lingering effects, his desperation easing away, replaced by sticky exhaustion and throbbing pain, grass clinging damply to the sweat on his skin. or blood. who knows.
embry forces himself up, the light dazzling despite it all being artificial. he doesn't even turn around to look at midnight, sitting in the grass while he briefly presses the heel of his palm over his eyes, trying to stop the dizziness that accompanies his sudden movements.
time to fucking go. ]
conservatory
Honestly, with a keen sense of smell, she could tell what had happened before actually seeing the damp state of the clothes. ]
Sir, are you alright? Sir...
[ Thing is, when kneeling down to put a hand along Midnight's neck to check for his pulse, it's not exactly from a warm body. Even in a human form, her temperature barely went above 93°F (33.8°C), which at least was warmer than the rest of the conservatory. ]
i'm sorry about the wait, please feel free to ignore if this is too old!
His new acquaintance will be able to feel that personally as he turns in his sleep, grabs the intruder by the wrist, and attempts to pull whoever it is in his arms. Upon success or failure, he'll sigh, still grasping at whatever he can reach. He wants another body to touch. This one will do, regardless of who it belongs to and temperatures thereof. ]
you good! things happen
Look, it felt really nice. ]
You must've been caught in here for quite a while...
[ Which Jisu was saying while keeping close enough that her lips were brushing off of him with each of the words. ]
ty!
He's exhausted, eyes fluttering and unseeing, but a vampire's best and first sense is smell, anyway. He makes his way forward until his nose touches warm skin, presses inward and smells before taking a small taste with the flat of his tongue. Human... Perhaps Phidian? Whatever the case, it's more contact than the company of his hand, and his cock flushes in impatience as it tucks in between those legs, his hands tugging these mystery hips in until their fronts are flush. He's still quite unconscious, though, only starts grinding forward because it feels good, and not because he knows where his cock is going, or who he's with. ]
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He'd get a very good taste, as Jisu caught the tongue between her lips before swallowing that more for a deeper kiss. Not so different from a Phidian in many ways, but also similar to something more known for being 'ageless', though she was relatively young into adulthood herself. Also with a keen sense of smell, doing so said a lot, but in a way that Jisu didn't really understand. Being willing company was far more important right now though, now wasn't it?
Feeling the very clear message, Jisu kept using her free hand to shift his own damp clothes out of the way, parting her thighs more to each side in order to get in a better position to just start grinding in rhythm against his hips with that flushed cock between them and rubbing against her clit. It felt good enough this way for now, and with his hand where it was, he could easily fix himself to go into her if that's what he wanted- it felt a little immoral to do so when this was someone that was barely conscious and just stuck acting on impulse. ]