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TDM 04



【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made on our brand new beachfront for new guests. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We apologize for any inconvenience. Affected guests may convene with the nearest lifeguard or reception for a complimentary swimsuit, at their earliest convenience.
Please remember that beach-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking dress code may be escorted off the beach until they return in proper swimwear. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a beachy keen experience. 】


BEACHFRONT PROPERTY
A BRAND NEW DEVELOPMENT



As the resort moves into what it claims is summer, the days grow longer. The sun is projected well into the evening, the heat of its warmth dialed up to a level some guests complain is unreasonable. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – half the Cloud Dwelling Gardens have been transformed into a sparkling beach of white sands and blue waves, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with wide hats and stylish sarongs. Upbeat music fills the air without any discernible source.
A section of the beach has been reserved for a collection of bungalows. These cute pastel homes open straight onto the sand, and are comparable in size and amenity to a rank 7 or 8 suite. All screens within these bungalows are fixed to a channel that airs reruns of Boobwatch around the clock, a classic TV series about blue-footed boobys running in slow-motion across the beach. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — there’s no better summer programming than this!
A section of the beach has been reserved for a collection of bungalows. These cute pastel homes open straight onto the sand, and are comparable in size and amenity to a rank 7 or 8 suite. All screens within these bungalows are fixed to a channel that airs reruns of Boobwatch around the clock, a classic TV series about blue-footed boobys running in slow-motion across the beach. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — there’s no better summer programming than this!
FUN IN THE SUN
DON'T FORGET TO OIL UP



What’s a beach without fun and games? Dreadfully boring! That’s why all of the beach classics have been expertly set up by staff, including strip volleyball nets, giant boob-shaped beach balls, and plenty of floaties for use in the shallower areas of the temporary ocean. A row of parasols with paired lounge chairs underneath them are placed in some prime viewing areas for festivities. Any time you get thirsty, there’s always a cooler full of canned drinks conveniently nearby, courtesy of Cock-a-Doodle-Doo’s. Sometimes you can hear the staff whispering to each other, “What if it’s too perfect? We won’t be able to deal with the ratings dip once the beach ends!”
Seashells have been arbitrarily scattered along the shoreline, coming in both natural shapes and ones a little more... erotic. The sexiest ones of all are conch shells that let you hear the moans of another guest when held up to your ear; supposedly, if you hook up with the person on the other end of the shell, you’ll be extra lucky in the casino for the rest of the summer. All in all, it’s a carefully tailored creation that can be called nothing short of paradise.
Seashells have been arbitrarily scattered along the shoreline, coming in both natural shapes and ones a little more... erotic. The sexiest ones of all are conch shells that let you hear the moans of another guest when held up to your ear; supposedly, if you hook up with the person on the other end of the shell, you’ll be extra lucky in the casino for the rest of the summer. All in all, it’s a carefully tailored creation that can be called nothing short of paradise.
NOTES
▶ All new arrivals have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort. The staff will strongly insist on characters picking out "summery" attire with it, though.
▶ Existing characters may be booted into the bungalows or locked out of their room against their will. We leave it up to player discretion if this happens and the degree to which they're removed from their normal suite.
▶ For the Daydream Parasols, wildcards may be afflicted by whichever suit their player prefers for the duration of the dream. This will have no bearing on their suit selection when applying, and suit effects should not manifest once back in the waking world. It's just a dream, after all!
▶ The dreamscape has no explicit time limit, so feel free to make them as long or as short as desired. Dreams should also be sexy first and foremost. While you can include your mom dying in the background if you'd like, you have to be horny about it too.
▶ Existing characters may be booted into the bungalows or locked out of their room against their will. We leave it up to player discretion if this happens and the degree to which they're removed from their normal suite.
▶ For the Daydream Parasols, wildcards may be afflicted by whichever suit their player prefers for the duration of the dream. This will have no bearing on their suit selection when applying, and suit effects should not manifest once back in the waking world. It's just a dream, after all!
▶ The dreamscape has no explicit time limit, so feel free to make them as long or as short as desired. Dreams should also be sexy first and foremost. While you can include your mom dying in the background if you'd like, you have to be horny about it too.


TWINKLING CURRENTS
THE PARTY NEVER STOPS



As the sun sets in a cascade of colors over the water, lamps are lit and floating lights surface from the depths. Stars twinkle in the sky, and Steve is finally released from his smoky shackles. Though the daytime amenities have gone to sleep, the night promises its own set of beachy wonders sure to please even the most distinguished of vacationers.
Flyers posted in the lobby and in the hallways promise of a bar ran by the most enchanting mermaids you could ever want to fuck, as well as a fireworks show in every color, including ones you’ve never heard of. With the seagulls gone to bed, peace settles across the sands, tinted blue, yellow, and pink from the myriad of lights. For those seeking a more subdued, romantic air — this is the beach for you.
Flyers posted in the lobby and in the hallways promise of a bar ran by the most enchanting mermaids you could ever want to fuck, as well as a fireworks show in every color, including ones you’ve never heard of. With the seagulls gone to bed, peace settles across the sands, tinted blue, yellow, and pink from the myriad of lights. For those seeking a more subdued, romantic air — this is the beach for you.
SANDY SCAVENGING
A GAME OF BEACHES



It wouldn't be the Golden Peacock without a game for guests to play! All guests that wander into the beach area may find themselves receiving one of two Watch messages. Some very special guests may even receive both challenges — or continuously receive a new challenge when the last 24 hours is up. The resort just wants you to have the most fun possible!
NOTES
▶ All effects from the swim-up bar last around 2-3 hours, but may be extended by having another drink.


INTO THE DEPTHS
IT'S HIGH TIDE WE GET OUT OF HERE



Though the beach experience is perfect on the surface, things are less elegant behind the scenes. Wave-making machines pulse and rattle down below, shaking the ceiling of the basement suites. Water leaks from pipes, streaking across walls and pooling on the uneven floors. The maintenance levels are abuzz with staff setting out buckets and pans, shooing lost guests away with a heightened level of urgency. Someone got a little too enthusiastic with mopping, they claim. Nothing to worry about at all!
Even the ocean itself isn’t without its issues. Despite appearing as a boundless expanse from the shore, the walls of the Golden Peacock are a very real factor. To avoid any undue damage to the screens that comprise the sky, the sea stops abruptly before it reaches them, cascading into a waterfall all the way down to the depths of the resort. Gentle currents become swirling vortexes and choppy waves, sure to pull down any guests that aren’t careful about where they swim. A few gull-guards patrol the line of buoys that mark the end of the safe swimming area, but the primary line of defense the resort relies on is the utter disinterest most of its guests have.
Even the ocean itself isn’t without its issues. Despite appearing as a boundless expanse from the shore, the walls of the Golden Peacock are a very real factor. To avoid any undue damage to the screens that comprise the sky, the sea stops abruptly before it reaches them, cascading into a waterfall all the way down to the depths of the resort. Gentle currents become swirling vortexes and choppy waves, sure to pull down any guests that aren’t careful about where they swim. A few gull-guards patrol the line of buoys that mark the end of the safe swimming area, but the primary line of defense the resort relies on is the utter disinterest most of its guests have.
NOTES
▶ Any amount of standing water is a valid target for a character’s resurfacing, even something as minor as a glass of water. For situations where a character would not actively fit into the source of their arrival, they will be violently flung out of it, knocking over or spilling it in the process if that’s possible.
▶ As always, players are free to control the level to which their individual characters are affected, and being flooded out of their space is not mandatory.
▶ As always, players are free to control the level to which their individual characters are affected, and being flooded out of their space is not mandatory.

OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: alcohol; altered states; aphrodisiacs; breeding urge; delusions; forced clotheswearing; hallucinations; harassment and bullying; jealousy; thalassophobia; transformation; unreality
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your 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 June event. The beach will ICly be present from June 15th - June 30th.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort! There are recent additions to the locations page as well, for those who have yet to see them!
▶ 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). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ 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.
▶ Don't forget your sunscreen! We'd hate for any chicken wings to come out burnt.
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your 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 June event. The beach will ICly be present from June 15th - June 30th.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort! There are recent additions to the locations page as well, for those who have yet to see them!
▶ 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). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ 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.
▶ Don't forget your sunscreen! We'd hate for any chicken wings to come out burnt.
quincy | nu: carnival | new character, current player
cw: nudity, potential nsfw?
② A SHOW OF STRENGTH
cw: a real thick ass
③ SWIM UP TO THE BAR
cw: possessive/obsessive behavior, potential nsfw or weird aggressive cuddling
④ A GAME OF BEACHES: HARD MODE
cw: hopefully lots of slutty nsfw
⑤ TUMBLING DOWN
cw: drowning risk
( Existing player, trying a new character! Very much voice-testing so please be gentle with me. Open to gen and smut. He's from a BL visual novel but I am an equal opportunity employer, so both m/m and m/f welcome. 16+ for smut, any for gen. Please note that Quincy is 32 physically but has lived for Many Moons beyond that. No formal kinklist right now but usual nos apply: scat/vomit/necro. Thank you! )
excuse me hello while I just be horny on main with a 3 thank u
wide eyes peer up at Quincy, as if trying to evaluate his corporeality.]
Quincy? When did you get here??
[!!!! he hadn't even felt him getting close... maybe the book was just too engrossing. anyway, that doesn't matter, because he's pushing himself to his feet, the chair tipping over unceremoniously as he does. it lands on the foot of a seagull lifeguard, his indignant squawking completely unnoticed by the priest.]
yes I will allow it
Today.
[ Olivine stands so Quincy stands. The guardian’s brow is furrowed, a question and confusion etched into the fine lines at the corners of his eyes. One might expect: perhaps poor Quincy is out of sorts swept away from the wood territory. That would be perfectly normal.
In actuality, he’s seriously considering kidnapping the priest so he doesn’t have to share him with anyone else. An urge that doesn’t pass as the seconds tick by. ]
You didn’t?
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Ah... no.
[reading Quincy has always taken a little extra effort, but he's happy to put that in every time. There's a lot to be confused by here, and it would be easy to assume that.
Olivine mostly does, really. There's some part of him that thinks something deeper is happening... but of course, even if he were sure, even if he knew the taller man was thinking of kidnapping him to keep, he wouldn't really balk.
Delicate fingers move up to rest on Quincy's arm, warm and real. At least that question suggests the world isn't ending with their absence, too... that's a relief to know for certain.]
I've been here... almost seven months now, I think. [a laugh.] I'm sorry to say it's probably as troublesome as you expect.
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okay, to be fair, having quincy here is the lesser of his worries. in fact, rei's probably (definitely) more annoying to quincy than quincy is to rei. but the issue with seeing quincy is that the shitty pain in the ass fox is usually not too far behind. rei squints around, trying to find him, trying to sense his essence. so far, though, all seems distinctly fox-free... good...
well, while he's here, he might as well get some amusement at watching the giant try to crush the watermelon with his fucking ass, lmao. if he takes some pics of it with his watch, it'll be his little secret. of course, quincy breaks it with ease, and - hands him a chunk? two chunks? he can't eat all this.
his expression falls into one of familiar annoyance.]
You've been here for less than a day and you're already nagging me to eat?
[he takes one chunk. he's learned that the giant can be quite stubborn when he wants to be, after all.]
Oi, the fox isn't with you, right?
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Quincy remains holding out the second large chunk of watermelon, staring at the researcher with flat expectation. He only took one. There are two to take. Eat them both. ]
No. [ the forest guardian reaches out his hand slightly more, encouraging Rei to take it. and eat it. he is watching. so, yes, that’s the answer to his earlier quip. ] Where’s the owl?
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[an exaggerated sigh when quincy persists. who's being the troublesome one now? rei begrudgingly takes both, biting into the first quarter of watermelon since quincy is staring at him expectantly. damn this giant and the weird things he gets stubborn about. olivine has been making sure rei is on a regular eating schedule now, thank you very much...]
Probably the same place where your little friend is. [he wipes his mouth of juice with his sleeve, since his hands are currently occupied.] I'm working to get him back, though.
[another bite. god, you asshole.] If this watermelon ends up having some kind of weird aphro in it, you're going to be the one to fix it. [he wouldn't put it past this place to do that, after all.]
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Until he doesn't. ]
Huh? [ Vash blinks behind the sunglasses he's acquired, turning to face Quincy with an expression that's mostly hidden, despite the way his brows rise up into his messy hairline. ]
It's Vash. [ He manages one of those practiced smiles, but finds he appreciates the new company. He extends his prosthetic hand in greeting. ] Yours?
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Despite merlock undulations, Quincy’s attention is rapt on the other man—this Vash. Drawn like a moth to moonlight, this person has somehow stirred possessive wants that he had thought dulled with the weathering tide of age. For a long-lived and taboo entity, where the closest he can come is living near the tribe he cares for to help when they need it, it’s a strange feeling.
He quietly looks down at the offered hand. ]
…
[ Slowly and gently, the forest guardian reaches to clasp Vash’s hand. Only, he doesn’t shake it—he tugs it, to draw Vash in against himself for a proper embrace. Not strangling but firm.
This feels more right. Those mermaids can’t really see him this way, which eases some of the discomfort muddling beneath his chest. ]
Quincy.
3!
Right, this is hardly the first time some tall, intimidating stranger approaches him out of the blue. What’s concerning, really, is how…tired he looks.
Baizhu has to tamp down his worry and offer him a friendly smile. ]
It’s Baizhu. Would you mind telling me yours?
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Quincy.
[ He responds after a slight pause. There’s a question in eyes above those impressive eyebags. A slight purse of his lips, as though he means to say something.
In the end, he only sighs.
Then, he gently picks Baizhu up and tosses him over his shoulder before striding off down the beach to find a more remote area. ]
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Lovely to meet you, Quincy. I hope you’ll find someplace with a good view of the sky. I’d like to watch the fireworks later on.
[ With him, naturally.
But anyway, he’s just going to do his best to chill while slung over someone’s back because what else can he do, honestly. ]
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① IT'S FREE REAL ESTATE
What his dreams are, no one knows, but his sleep's summarily interrupted by something compressing against his back. Bakugo's eyes flutter open once or twice, disturbed in the morning, and he groggily looks down to find a head buried in his ches- ]
THE FUCK?! [Adrenaline surges through his veins like a floodgate and he instantly jams both hands against the giant man's shoulders, quickly trying to shove him backwards to get some space between himself and those shitty tree trunks arms squeezing around his torso.] Who the fuck are you?! Get off me!!
[Apparently the choice is: wake. Violently.]
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Quincy’s expression crumples, irritation setting in his jaw as the pillow struggles against him. It’s comfortable and he doesn’t want to wake up. It’s too troublesome… a little more sleep is fine.
He sits up abruptly when his pillow starts to curse. A man with dark eyebags and messy blond hair stares at the youth, without so much as a fluster. ]
Stop yelling.
[ A small stitch of consternation sits between his brows. Otherwise, he remains placid, looking around the room before turning tired eyes back onto the young man in his bed. ]
Where is this?
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[He doesn't know which gets this giant up first, the curse, the yell, or the shove! But he's not completely disengaging himself either, so Bakugo's forced to keep his hands where they are or risk the guy glomping him again.
Who the hell dumps another person in someone's bed?! Or if he climbed in last night, how the fuck did Bakugo not feel him?! This guy's arms are almost as thick as Endeavor's! The blonde glares at those eyebags and scruffy hair with death threats.]
How the hell should I know?! I just got here yesterday! [He'd like to know the answer himself. A hotel is the best answer he got, with a bunch of mystery surrounding even that.] Who the fuck are you?
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here as requested (5)
as things are, he does cling to quincy as instructed, nails digging in. the roiling waves are much closer to what he'd expect from an ocean... but that also means certain death, following that logic. terror certainly wakes a man fast. he's not sure where to look; ahead towards their doom makes him dizzy, and back up at his savior(?) is...
...
maybe he's been at the resort too long.
Anyway, ) Are you— going to cover my fall?
( such generosity, for a stranger. somehow, as they teeter over the edge, it doesn't feel as though quincy alone will make for much of a cushion from this height. )
blows a kiss
Yes, [ is his stalwart response before the tide rips them over, ] I’ll protect you.
[ And then just like that, the water ushers them over the edge and tumbling down with the waterfall. As promised, Quincy uses his body to shield the wolf yokai from the majority of the battering on the way down. Which, as is the rule of Nu Carnival, batters his clothing to shreds.
Which is why he’s fully naked when they both splash up into the bathing pool in the basement’s communal bathroom. ]
…
[ Quincy looks around with dead eyes. This isn’t what he was expecting. ]
What is this?
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resurfacing is still unpleasant: it's still wet, after all. his first instinct is to shake like a dog, sending droplets flying all over above the surface of the bath, making a few unfortunate bystanders recoil in displeasure. something about the principle of it, he hears them mutter, as they move away from the naked and the slightly-less-naked man that have suddenly appeared. there are worse bodies of water to end up in, but there are also certainly better. )
It's the bath—
( this is the point where, looking over, he realizes that quincy has on even less clothing than before. his eyes go wide, but... you know. he's getting a little more used to that kind of jumpscare, here in the sex casino. )
It seems you've been rewarded with decency for your efforts. ( sort of. there's towels and robes near enough, anyway. )
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I. Quincy my love...
Wriothesley is a pretty light sleeper in comparison and he's very aware of the large body pressed against him. He tries not to move too much, wanting to limit how much movement he does, but he also doesn't want to be stuck like this for a lot of reasons. He awkwardly tries to tap the man's arm by reaching around.] Hey...
Hello ✨
Topper… not now.
[ His eyelashes tickle against Wriothesley’s skin as Quincy presses his face in. This pillow is quite firm. And smooth… rubbing his face against it feels good. Which is why he responds to that urge on instinct, rubbing his cheek and lips against it and relishing the sensation. ]
Acorns in the top drawer. Have snacks.
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Hey. Uhm, I'm not Topper.
[Wriothesley can't help but shiver, feeling the way the other rubs their face against his bare back. He was pretty sure he went to sleep with a shirt on, but nevermind, he should be used to waking up in questionable states of undress here at this point.
His hand gently pats the arm around his waist. This guy is a pretty sound sleeper, aren't they?]
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The man is a lot larger than him, that's his first observation. Muscular and certainly physically blessed, the fox is easily caught by the arms around him. He squirms under their grasp, huffing a little at the irony of being snared by someone who is apparently deep asleep. Well, they're undoubtedly going to have a sad awakening. ]
Hey there. You can hold on if you want to, but surely your lover will be disappointed?
[ His companion must be dreaming of someone. Seimei tries to move enough to tap the sleeper on the head. ]
Aren't you worried that you'll get eaten if you sleep like this?
[ Sometimes you have to say certain truths to get attention. ]
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[ The hulking forest guardian is loathe to stir, yet there’s someone talking at him. Little devil…? No, the voice isn’t right.
That’s a realization that causes him to move in earnest despite being so comfortable. The muscular strap of his arm slides back as he shifts into sitting up somewhat, blinking wearily. Clearly what sleep he had managed to get hadn’t been enough with those dark circles under his eyes.
He stares at the other man, somewhat on guard, but ultimately more perplexed than anything else. A large hand raises to rub his own rumpled blond hair as he blinks, digesting what the stranger had said before. ]
You want to eat me?
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until like, he doesn't want to be anymore. ]
Old friend...
[ kuya taps the other man's arm. poke poke. ]
... you have plenty of time to sleep. Do I need to be rough with you?
[ asking permission is basically a warning. it has nothing to do with "if". it's more about the "when". ]
im so late please forgive me yells (3)
so he'll turn his head and just.
kind of jaw drop a bit. he blinks a few times because this seems totally fake and maybe he's eaten something else or drank something else that's made him go absolutely insane. still: ]
... Quincy? Quincy, you're here?
[ bye he's already pushing off the bar and launching himself at him to actually feel if he's real!? ]