【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
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[ He's still looking over his shoulder at first, making sure that none of the staff are cottoning onto their escape. And despite the strange circumstances, it does heighten the realism for him in a way. He'd never skipped class back in middle or high school, but -- he can imagine this is what it might have felt like, if he did. If he'd had someone to do it with. Keeping ears sharp for the sound of a "teacher's" shouting as he squeezes tight at a hand.
The thought has the corner of his lips quirking up a touch, even as he starts tugging Dabi around the closest corner, deeper into the set. Maybe it's because they built this thing to cover multiple movies, but it's really a lot bigger than he anticipated. ]
I don't get stammery. [ Of course he shoots Dabi an indignant look over his shoulder. Good thing he doesn't even try to protest the accusation of being blushy by this point, because there's already a flush of color to his cheeks. ] And I don't get the point of that kabe-don stuff. Isn't that just a shoujo manga thing? If someone actually did that, in real life, that'd be some sort of ... intimidation? Like any girl's gonna want a guy getting all up in her space like that.
[ His usual brand of snippy 'hmph' as he peeks around a doorway. Just a standard empty classroom, it seems? Except there's a tarp laid out on the floor in anticipation of ... fluids, probably. Nope. ]
It's not like I was looking for anything in particular, but ... I thought it'd be fun if we could do something stereotypical, you know. The stuff people are always saying, 'that's what youth is about?' Hanging out behind the school building? [ That seems like the sort of semi-delinquent thing Dabi might have done, had he been an actual student. ] Or ... um. [ Actually, this is harder to think of than he anticipated, given he didn't really hang out with people that much during school. He'd never really found a crowd he felt that comfortable with. ] Eating lunch on the rooftop? Although I guess they wouldn't have that here ...
[ The next doorway he peeks around has him perking up, though, before he tugs Dabi's hand to get him to follow in.
It's a close enough approximation of a science lab, with lab benches and all. Quiet and empty for now. Fuuta shoots Dabi a nervous little grin over his shoulder. ] How 'bout here. Feels like we're not supposed to be here.
[ It's an embarrassing, breathless little mutter under his breath that escapes him before he can stop himself. But like. Could he be blamed for it? He's not even sure what he expected, but when Blade pulls that move, it's just cool -- graceful and powerful at the same time -- and Fuuta finds himself just gawping wide-eyed for a moment. It's only when Blade looks to him afterwards that he snaps back to his senses and hurriedly gets into a ready stance, trying not to think about how hot his cheeks feel. ]
Uh, right. So it was like ... this?
[ To his meager credit, Fuuta's imitation is passable. At first.
But then he overextends on a swing, trying a little too hard to make it as cool as it had looked. And when he earns a twinge through his ribcage for his efforts, his grip on the sword loosens, sending it flying. Pro: it was mostly directed at the ground, so no worry of anyone getting hurt! Con: it goes spinning right into a cluster of greenery ... sending an enormous cloud of pollen billowing out into the air, enveloping the entirety of their surroundings, as well as the both of them. ]
Augh, wh -- [ cough, hack, yelp ] -- the hell -- [ sneeze ] -- I didn't mean to do that! My hand just slipped!
[ And here, he'd been entirely focused on how to act out the ridiculous fight as detailed in the script. Fuuta may or may not have practiced the choreography a few times before starting the shoot, unwilling to make a complete fool of himself, and when Esikko gives him the cue, he's already mentally preparing to take the first big swing, then a dodge to the left, and -- ]
Wh -- ?!
[ His train of thought derails entirely the moment Esikko takes that graceful step forward, and Fuuta can't even start to fight back the graceless, startled shout that escapes him. As Esikko had hoped, he trips right over that artfully-placed foot, and definitely would have splatted face first onto the floor if not for the hand catching at his wrist. For better or for worse the jostling has him losing his grip on the sword, sending it bouncing and skittering across the floor. All Fuuta can do for a moment is gawp at it before turning to Esikko with a bark. ]
What the hell?! [ Did this asshole just go off script?! Is that even allowed?! Ugh, and here he'd spent all that time memorizing the stupid thing, and even saying that mortifying line! -- god, fine! Fine! They're just doing this, then!
He'd just been glowering up at Esikko for a moment, expression tight with equal parts frustration and fluster, and Fuuta grits his teeth before abruptly lurching forward so he can smash his lips against Esikko's in a kiss. It's as rough as usual, made further graceless by the way he's forced to stand on tip-toes, but the crudeness is made up for with a furious refusal to lose. Fuuta kisses like he has a point to make, shoving in and plying Esikko with both tongue and teeth, while his free hand jerks forward to press flat against Esikko's stomach, then sliding aggressively down until it's groping in under the hem of his pants. It's an uncharacteristically forward move, which is why his face is flushed hot all the way up to the ears when he pulls back from the kiss to growl, ]
You first, dragon. [ Shit, is that any good as fight banter. He doesn't fucking know any more. ] B-bring it.
[ He'd also grabbed up the first script that was within armsreach, and had taken one glance at the title ("Sexy Squire Services Numerous Knights!") before grimacing severely to himself. So honestly, he's almost grateful for the distraction that is the conversation that Minato is having with the desk lady.
Almost. ]
...
[ No solo gigs, huh. -- embarrassingly, his first thought is that there's nothing here for him, personally. His second thought is that there's probably nothing for Tatsuya here either, then. ... how bad's his debt? Is he about to get in trouble if he doesn't take a job right now? Which still isn't really any of his responsibility, but -- ...
He'd been briefly frozen, clutching that embarrasing script in his hands hard enough to crinkly the paper, and just as it looks like Minato might turn away, he abruptly lurches forward -- bracing his other hand against the tabletop to better get into the attendant's face as he blurts out, ]
-- I can do it. Stuff ... with him, I mean. As a pair. As long as it's nothing too, uh, hardcore. [ A split second's pause before he hastily adds, ] I mean, it’s not that I’m scared! But just, that's probably best for both of us. If it's nothing too ... intense.
[ But what if 'Tatsuya' doesn't want to do one with him? The thought occurs to him a beat late, and Fuuta breaks out into a cold sweat as he averts his gaze nervously. Just in time for the desk lady to give a bright smile and shuffle through her scripts before offering them each a bundle of papers.
'Then how about this? You look exactly like the types the director mentioned he was looking for!' ]
[Aurelia blinks, a dazed look in her eyes before she realizes that Reira is acting again, and continuing the script. So she musters up a purr to her voice and tries to play along… though it takes her another minute. She’d forgotten how warm and fuzzy fresh blood makes her feel.]
That’s right, a woman… and a vampire! Fear not, you won’t have to worry for long.
[And with that Aurelia returns her mouth to Reira’s neck, warm lips and tongue pulling at the small trickle of blood pouring down it. She presses herself up against the taller woman, but her grip holds her in place with inhuman strength.]
[An instinctive scoff at the idea of demons having friends, but she shakes her head afterwards. Control is key, even as her instincts scream for her to run or fight. So her tone is strained and formal as she responds.]
Demons have killed or maimed anyone I would care to call friend. Forgive me for my brusqueness. I believe you have an appointment to keep.
[Still, looking away, refusing to put her eyes on him in case it stretches what she’d considered iron-strong control]
[People who miss them? Aurelia’s expression tightens for a moment as she ponders that. Considers her comrades, considers her family. Considers for a brief moment the collection of ‘students’ she’d shaped into respectable battle casters at the cost of their eternal animosity. Would any of the miss her? Would they feel the sting of her loss in a more than practical way?
Not for a long time, not for decades at least. Her comrades busy with war, her family immortal, her students likely just relieved to be free of her. All that passes through her mind, but all she says with her dry tone, ] That must be nice.
[To be valued enough to be missed.
The rest of Texas’s explanation she listens to in silence, nodding along quietly at the idea that the house uses their sexual escapades as fuel for itself, an amusing similarity between her and it if true.]
I will need to speak to this Mingming then, she sounds like a familiar sort of soul… I should not have any trouble interacting with her and obtaining more information. Yet it the house requires us for it’s fuel… that may be leverage.
[She’s musing to herself at the end there, eyes somewhat distant as she considers the possibility of leveraging their seeming importance to the house with the possibly reprisals they might leverage onto them in turn.]
[Aurelia smiles herself, though far fainter than when last Reira had seen her, and even if she has nothing to fear from drugged food she still nods and responds politely.]
I will keep that in mind.
[As Reira laughs, the glow in Aurelia’s eyes brightens noticeably and she smiles a little brighter, seemingly enjoying watching her giggle to herself. ]
Weird, but I do hope they taste good. It would be a failure as a candy if all it did was look silly, no?
N-No, not at all, I'm just saying. This resort has its ways of forcing you into certain situations where you'll have to fuck. I'm sure nobody will judge you for having vanilla kinks so long as you put yourself out there.
[ ishmael would like to think that she's boring too but. well. a lot has changed in the past four months. ]
[While Xiao Xingchen knows enough about the hotel to distrust it, he also finds no reason to use what's given when there's no direct sign of any detriment. Well, aside from the potential detriment of becoming too accustomed to the luxuries here. He can't be sure where the limit may be with that. All he knows now is that he can use it to help someone in some small way.]
Simply know where I can meet you, and I'll be there.
[And soon at that location, a tall figure with flowing red robes arrives with a box under his arm. (The convenience store shop keep convinced him to buy the six pack; it's a better deal, and it includes more flavors!)
Despite the white blindfold over his face, he turns around, appearing to search for any figure who might be here who appears in need of a drink.]
Right, [Reno raises his eyebrow and keeps his eyes lingering on Rude.] And this is my natural hair color and definitely not dyed, [he rolls his eyes, sarcasm basically dripping from his words,and puts on the skirt and rolls the stocking up his slender legs. Sometimes he could really pass for a woman, if he played it just right.
He lets Rude do the tie, secretly having hoped for his partner to take over, because he can't be bothered to actually tie the thing. And then it's time that his eyes narrow.]
He's not my boyfriend. He's a friend. You know that I don't do boyfriends, except you, [There's something else on the tip of his tongue, but he swallows it down, not wanting to have a discussion now, when Zoro is indeed waiting for them.]
We'll talk about this later, [He says instead and smoothes his clothes down. He's maybe a bit jealous that Rude can pull of even this garish jacket and still look hot] Cause yeah, Zoro is waiting.
[ she sounds a little breathless, but that's her business, thankyouverymuch. the way he so easily resettles her in his arms impressed manuela far more than she should probably say; it's rather shallow, isn't it, to be so taken by a man's show of strength? well. it should be perfectly alright to keep such thoughts to herself, though some of it might manifest in some slight color on her cheeks, or even the way she reclines a little more comfortably against his chest and shoulder. her arms, too, wrap a little more leisurely around his neck, resting along those broad shoulders. no longer clinging for dear life. hell, she even starts to idly play with a little of the longer hairs falling down the back of his neck. ]
My. Remind me to call on you should I ever need the furniture in my room rearranged.
[ Xue Yang can feel the struggle in that kiss, and knows he has the advantage. All he needs is one opening and he can get Xiao Xingchen under him instead. Even if he's pinned now, Xiao Xingchen will only have the advantage for as long as he can keep this up. Xue Yang is certain he can outlast him, and once the strength pinning him down has waned, he'll be able to--
But then the first finger slips into his ass, and it's as if Xue Yang's mind blanks for a moment. He'd completely forgotten about the part of his character that "will only behave when he has a cock in him", so he has no idea why a single finger is making him go still and his jaw go slack for a second.
He blinks hard to try to clear his head, then kisses back with renewed vigor, though his motions have gotten noticeably sloppier. ]
A monster hunter, huh? [Barret takes Haru's answer at face value, giving her a bright grin.] Sounds like I got a professional helping me out!
In that case, let's find you an axe! [...] Or something like it. Damn. This place has gotta have weapons stashed somewhere...
[He looks around himself for one... muttering to himself: "took my damn gun," and "gotta be something easy to carry..." Eventually, he gently tosses a weighty hair brush in Haru's direction.]
You take this! If you clobber someone over the head with that, it'll definitely hurt, believe me.
[ Being distrustful is simply in Viktor's nature, given the context and strangeness of their situation. But he's going to have to warm up to the fact that he will have to use things here in order to live, to survive, so he'll begrudgingly do it simply because he has no choice.
He'll agree to meet the other, not too terribly far from one of the many convenience stores, by their living arrangements. Viktor can probably be heard before being seen. The weight of his metallic limbs upon the pavement and his staff meeting said pavement are early indicators of his arrival. His head will tilt curiously as he happens upon Xiao, noting the box the other is carrying beneath his arm. ]
Were you the one to offer the sweet milk?
[ Viktor is a strange sight with glowing purple lights running like rivulets beneath his skin. He's wearing a hooded robe as well, mostly to keep eyes off his strange appearance. ]
Well... I don't do anything special to it. I suppose nutrition and rest should be your closest companions, given the significant effect both have upon physical performance.
I haven't seen your face, however, so this does feel unfair.
(it would be easier if the elevator hadn't arrived small like this. it stirs thoughts, something that can be considered dangerous. tension is one thing, but they're alone. in these costumes that they both find that they dislike heavily, away from prying eyes and ears who might wonder what they were up to had it been somewhere else. just what is it that they're dealing with when the elevator seems to ticking down slowly like it's giving its own hint on what they should be doing. tension isn't something she's a stranger to, but it isn't necessarily helping that she finds herself staring out of the corner of her eye.
it would be nice to get changed, would be nicer if they intend to make use of the privacy they're getting to do as they please. some might say that it's better use of it among the long term guests, about the idea that they have their own "fun" while pushing that narrative that they both despise. about it needing to be sex and hedonism. but they're not above it in some ways, which she hates to admit to herself when she catches the way red blushes.)
We'll have to check around.
(cellinia is close, the tension is killing her in a sense. that brush of bare fingers against her shoulder, too. they're alone. she reminds herself, they're alone. they don't have to hold back if they choose to give in to this tension while they're trying to pretend that the elevator going by slowly isn't a torture in itself. isn't this how some of those cheesy movie plots goes? the couple is in the elevator then they can't take it any longer? all while finding themselves undressed partially in some corner of it and in their own bubble.
which isn't helping her thoughts, her spade mark unsurprisingly is burning in its own brand of mock encouragement. or that's how she perceived it, the mockery it's given her had felt like a twisted variation of it enough. but she keeps staring, she keeps thinking while looking over the bikini armor that they had given red. cellinia might have even called it attractive on her in an unfortunate way. for both of them.)
Hate to say it, but you actually do pull it off. Not so much the flashing part.
(she rather not imagine that, even if it's also not helping to stifle the tension in the air. who will make the first move? who might even reach out with less than innocent intentions? they're already teetering, cellinia even knows that. it's risky because who's to say that outside the elevator could be empty? or maybe she might not care as much as she tells herself about it. about if people could see them after that, fixing costume and armor while playing pretend they didn't just make the most of some part of their time.)
[ Red responds, although in a way she's just saying what she thinks should fit into the conversation. There's not a lot of conviction behind it, because she too feels the tension, the closed in space. There's a touch of yearning in her; wanting touch and closeness and to find comfort in someone she trusts, even if the hotel gets a little bit of what it wants in the process. She can blame her suit (partially) for that, but there's also just her own little sense of neediness. The attraction and muddled feelings that they've been holding for one another for a while now. Sharpened by having been gone and now snapped back into this reality.
It's such a weird mix that she doesn't quite know how to handle it.
Red laughs. ]
Well, I'll take that, coming from you.
[ A pause, another moment where the silence thickens. Red's eyes trace Cellinia's features and then she sways, leans in slightly, pauses as if she's second-guessing, and then finishes closing the distance with a little exhale that sounds too loud in the elevator. ]
Hey. [ It's all the warning she gives and then she kisses Cellinia. Slow, a little hungry. She missed her and she missed this, whatever "this" really is between them. ]
[He doesn't mind the outfit. Doesn't mind the wig, either. Doesn't even really seem to mind the threat to his bank account, so much, and certainly doesn't bat an eye at the choice of scene partner.
But.
Did it have to be vampires?
And yet, Yu can't deny that it's weirdly fitting, given some recent conversations... but still. He doesn't get the appeal -- not really. Not the blood part, at least. In any case, they're here now, and once he sees that it's Kazuya he's paired up with, he starts to feel like he can really let loose. Unfortunately the script was pretty loose, too: if Yu recalls correctly, the major dialogue direction was [ADD A SEXY DOUBLE ENTENDRE] and that's not really a lot to go on.
...
So. Ad-libbing it is, he guesses.]
We meet at last. [This is absolutely not his specialty. So he sort of just goes all in on the drama -- and holds his sheathed sword out to show for it.] I'm here to finally bring your reign of evil to an end.
Yu is summarily dramatic, so Kazuya rises from the throne with an equally dramatic flutter of his cape, tossing the glass and the liquid (he assumes is juice of some kind) to the floor where it shatters in an equally dramatic fashion.]
You think you'll be able to match my power? That you stand any modicum of a chance? If you give in now, I'll make it easier on you. There's no need to waste either of our time.
[Does... Does that feel sufficiently evil vampire-y? Kazuya hopes so. He'll even outstretch his hand to Yu, to make it more convincing.]
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