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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.
petal stain
all that to say, he brings himself to the clinic, once the suffering is at his peak of tolerance, petals falling from his nose and mouth like a fistful of blood. fitz doesn't exactly have the wherewithal to want to die, because then he would stop hurting, which is what he deserves. he's a bit more man than beast when he arrives, parts of him still taking up the onus of wolf, backing himself into a corner while nurses rip flowers from his throat, fitz bucking and rearing all the while. eventually they drug him, and he calms down, and they pick the flowers from his mouth like peeling skin, petals and then buds and then full blooms, until they've cleared the way and fitz can breathe again, conscious once he blinks out of a drug haze. they had to restrain him, while pulling a curling vine out from his cock — the pressure of which left his length bruised in a coil pattern. they then left his dick out, leaking some mixture of blood and precum, and somehow still hard to the point of pain. fitz would cover himself up, except his arms are bound, so he instead looks at the ceiling and reflects on every wrong that has ever been done to him in his life, and pointedly wishes he were dead.
he is not dead. and neither is he alone, despite that there are no nurses around he can bark at like an insulted dog. he glares across the way at embry, eyes probably as intimidating as his bare dick. if he was free, he'd already be on him, feral and canine, ripping out his throat or shoving his dick down it — the difference seems slim and unimportant as is. instead, he just glares, leaking cum on his belly, jaw clenched. )
You should hope it does not happen again. ( fitz shakes his head. ) This is a humiliation.
cw suicidal ideation, possible dub-con, bondage, just questionable content ok
who the fuck is this guy anyway to interrupt his personal misery? fitz, his watch says. clearly the doctors and nurses are sick of embry coming back, so they've tossed the biggest, brawniest asshole in here with him in hopes that this round of sex will actually kill him. joke's on them, because embry's fine with the concept. ]
What's humiliating is you being precious about a perfectly good hard-on.
[ perfectly good might be a stretch; fitz's dick is as bruised as a summer peach and leaking pinky pearls. it looks painful, and embry almost feels bad that the staff left him bound, except a part of him thrills at the sight, his own aching dick perking to life despite the exhaustion plaguing his own body. ash never let him tie him up despite embry's very dark and vivid fantasies that went widely unspoken because of the shame that's already churning in his gut.
he hasn't bothered dressing in the clinic's gown, the sheets falling away from his bare body as he leaves his bed. he's more slender than fitz's solid bulk, tall and carved like a statue, and his muscles flex pleasantly as he kneels by fitz's bound form, uncapping the bottle of lube he's holding, branded with a peacock on the front, and then gripping fitz's abused cock with a slick hand. embry's ass isn't doing a whole lot better considering he's already had athletic sex today, but — hey. it's a medical necessity at this point. ]
That feel good? [ he can't imagine good is the right word, but — fuck, he never gets a chance like this, his whole body flushing with sudden heat and desire and power. he isn't gentle, his long fingers moving in hard strokes, blood slicked between his knuckles. ] You want to sink that in something or is that too humiliating?
👏👏👏 cw homophobia internalized or otherwise
and yet, fitz doesn't feel like a soldier saddling up for battle — he feels a boy, with an excuse on his tongue i do not bed with men. he has not, does not. will not? thinks not, but still there's his body to contend with, a traitor in his midst, cock bobbing with lust in embry's hand as his chest rises and falls, eyes screwed shut. his body likes the sting of it, the painful grip of embry's fist tightening around his sensitive flesh, pain to offset pleasure, which fitz has never understood how to receive. )
No.
( it doesn't feel good to want a man to touch him. it doesn't feel good to cum blood and bleed cum, but he's here, dripping onto embry's fingers, rose scented liquid that eventually thickens into the leathery flesh of petals, plastered to his hand. all of it is obscene, all of it embarrassing. his hips lift into him, instinctively trying to fuck his fist. )
I want. ( his teeth sink into his lip. whatever he says, he knows it will be equal parts lies and truth. he decides to go about this as he would go about torture — to focus on one thing he intends to say, and say nothing more, nothing less. ) I want — to be released.
( but he doesn't, not really. if he was free, he could stop embry — could do anything, with his big body and assassin hands, and then what? he'd still have flowers in his body, still have need of some assistance. at least like this he doesn't have to admit anything. he can be here, strangled, cumming, made to play a part, made to be victim, with no admittance of guilt from himself. he can say embry forced him. he can pretend not to like it — he plays no active role in his mentality's own demise. everything belongs to someone else, including the blame. )
no subject
the only difference is that he doesn't love fitz. he doesn't know what he's doing. he's not a noble, perfect king like ash is, and he shouldn't be indulging the dark, brittle mess that lives behind his fragile heart, because he ruins everything he touches. ash. greer. now they have each other and he has no one. a lonely little prince, unmoored.
not no one. he has fitz and his weeping, flowered cock.
he can be a goddamn king, too. ]
You're gonna have to learn to lie better than that.
[ he grinds a sticky petal into the crown of fitz's cock, digging right into the sensitive slit. with his other hand he plucks one away from the underside, examining it. it's a flower he doesn't recognize. slowly, he presses it to the tip of his tongue, salty and sweet mixing together. it triggers an untimely choking sound, and for a moment everything stops as he slowly pulls out another long tulip, stem and all, from deep within his throat.
his eyes narrow accusingly, as if fitz caused his pain, and he throws the saliva-sticky tulip at fitz's chest, traces of blood glistening across the pale petals. ]
You're here for me. To serve me. [ because honestly, who's been thinking of his needs lately? no one knows how much he's sacrificed, how many secrets he's keeping, how he's hollowed himself out just so everyone else can be happy. he draws in a hard breath, pressing down against the spiral bruises on fitz's cock. ] I'll release you when I'm cured.
[ he strips the petals from fitz's cock with one hard stroke, then brings the sticky, bloody flowers to fitz's mouth to stuff them past his lips. embry kisses him hard to keep him from immediately spitting them out, the crush of their mouths bruising, a moan rumbling from his lips.
when he pulls back, his fingers glisten with lube once more, dripping from the shadows between his legs. he doesn't waste any time in straddling fitz, one hand pressed to fitz's throat to keep him half-starved for air so he doesn't buck him off. ]
I know what you're feeling. [ the tip of fitz's cock presses against him, painfully large as he sinks down inch by inch. the combination of fucking big and already sore makes this a heightened experienced, a flush creeping up embry's throat to burn his cheeks. ] Shame. You're broken. Broken beyond fucking repair.
no subject
there seems to be no real bottom to embry's depravity. ordinarily fitz backed up in a corner is either feral wolf violent or as passively unbothered as stone mountains — but everything, the curdle of lust in his belly, the flowers blooming inside him, shoved on his tongue, the feeling of embry's experienced body against his knowing exactly what it wants and how to take it, makes fitz land somewhere in between the two. he can't stop shifting his hips underneath him, teeth biting at embry's mouth which says something, if only that he doesn't pull away. fitz is a tool, one that knows how to hurt. if he couldn't do that, he'd be nothing at all. )
I don't even know who you are.
( fitz knows who he serves. he gave up that life — familial bonds to a family that trained him to be useful, royal duty as the bastard witted prince, trained assassin, object. he owes embry less than nothing. he owes embry an ax to the throat, his teeth in his jaw, his mind melting his to mush. but it's hard to train a dog not to yield even with a new master — one who knows the right words, the right gestures to make. serve and shame and broken. he keens instead of fights, he whines instead of shouts, his head bowed in supplication against the curve of embry's neck, hot breath panted across his skin.
he's never had a mouth on his cock before. never had his cock in an ass before. his body wants to explode from the shameful guilt of pleasure, and it would be no less than what he deserves. a messy, disgusting death. )
And you know — ( his teeth sink into embry's shoulder, eyes shut tightly, and then not, glancing over the bend of his back to see his fingers on fitz's cock, pressing him inside. embry isn't a small man, but everyone looks small and frail in comparison to fitz — he shakes his head, sweaty curls tickling under embry's chin. he'll just pretend embry is a woman, that he's sinking into her cunt, that he's making children with someone he loves. it makes the arousal easier, makes it worse. ) You know nothing about me. Not a thing. Do not pretend otherwise, you — you — ( he grunts, sighing into embry, thrusting his hips up to fuck inside his hot, demanding body. ) Damnit all.
no subject
[ as if that explains anything. here, no one knows him. no one knows that he's a lieutenant governor's son, that his stepsister is a renowned senator, that he's wealthy enough that servants had to climb the scaffolding to decorate their too-tall christmas trees every year, that he served four tours in carpathia, that he's in the middle of his vice presidential term. that he's known for having a different pretty girl on his arm to every event. that he's miserable and disgusting and he never gets what he wants.
except now.
not once has fitz pulled away. not once has he yelled out for the doctors to come back, or tried in earnest to break his bonds. it's not consent, not by a long shot. embry's not an idiot, but neither is he ash colchester, who would've stopped before this even began. ash would have started with a conversation, with a safe word, with caution and boundaries and acute safety in every bruise he planned to leave behind.
embry leaves all those questions unanswered, leaves safety sitting well beyond the periphery of his thoughts. he growls a ragged curse, fists a rough hand into fitz's curls, and bears down to take his cock, pain giving way to the deep ache of pleasure. he yanks at fitz's hair, tilting his face away from his hiding place so he can look at him. ]
Liar. Say you want this.
[ there's something equally desperate and distant in his voice, a raw, primal need to hear those words. say you want me, so he can laugh in his face and say fuck you like he doesn't want this too. like he doesn't want anyone, when that couldn't be further from the truth. lying to his demons sounds better than facing them.
it's an easier fuck now with fitz helping, their hips meeting and parting, the muscles of embry's stomach clenching as his own cock drips with need despite being milked raw today — he'd tested the theory of jacking off in bed in his hours alone to see if it might do the trick, but he'd only ended up with a pile of bloody flowers and sticky bed sheets for his efforts. a wanton moan spills from his lips, mindless and unashamed, his head tipping back as his eyes slip closed, his grip still hard in fitz's hair. ]
Shit. [ his hips falter as a shudder moves through him, fitz's cock hitting a new angle, or — is he coming already? no, he's — embry nearly tips over, his hand bracing against fitz's shoulder to stay upright as pleasure blooms like wildfire through him, knife-like in its ferocity. ] Fuck. Fuck.