【 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. 】
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
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[ Whether Fuuta's acting is just that good, or his own costume has added a little bit (or a lot) of confidence to his performance is beyond Narumi's ability to tell. The little guy is here selling the act and hamming it up in a way that he's sure the audiences will love given the type of film this is, but it grates on Narumi regardless.
Though not nearly as much as the unnatural fear and arousal that floods his body does.
Narumi is not a man who is given to fear all that often. If anything, the more dangerous a situation the more the adrenaline pumps out any thoughts of concern a normal person might have about the situation. It's one of the things that have made him such an incredible combatant, and it also makes him feel completely at odds with his own costume as it tries to force an atypical feeling onto him. He'd take double the arousal over this one, that has him gritting his teeth in agitation as he adjust his hold on his prop sword and growls out his lines. ]
You're not going to get away with this, dragon. Even if you defeat me here, more will come for you soon.
[ The director had made sure to stress how important it was that Narumi really play up the double entendre of that line, but saying it out loud makes him grimace a little. ]
[ The original script pitched to Keita had been a master being topped by his servant, which Keita had scrapped immediately—not only was he, for personal reasons, uncomfortable with that particular plot, he also couldn't find a single future in which Bakugo would be content cast in the role of the household help. The captain of the guard, though—a leader in his own right, sneaking into the house after dark for an illicit tryst...
Well, it's not exactly suitable either, but it seems like it would be a bit more up Bakugo's alley than the original option had been, at least. Granted, Bakugo may never come to realize that it was Keita who made the changes to the script—he'd done so early on, when his memories of the future led him to this filming set—but still.
Now, as the director calls for action, Keita is lounging atop a soft futon on the slightly raised dais at the end of his "bedroom," dressed in a kimono that's truly an affront to formal kimonos everywhere—impossible to tie tightly enough so it keeps slipping open over his leg, and too wide at the collarbones so his shoulders are exposed. That, Keita understands, is part of the appeal.
He lifts the book he's reading over his head, his gaze idly following the lines of characters as he waits for his "guard" to make an entrance. The premise: the master and guard have been carrying on an affair for some time, and although every time they promise it will be the last, they always come together again. Beyond that, there hadn't been much direction in the script—Keita imagines they'll just need to find ways to get each other off. ]
[He braces his leg against the floor so Yato can't haul him any further place, even if it does make him wobble from the effect. Dammit! He didn't need that jostling! Lowering his arms, shoulders rising and falling with slightly heavier breathing (from being angry not from being tired) Bakugo scowls into the smoke, red eyes blazing down at the guy below him.
Then tugs his leg away to avoid getting clawed at when a scrambling figure pulls to his feet. Tch, some new bastard. He's never seen him around the resort before. Another kidnapped victim. Shit. Got dumped in here with a newbie. Bakugo shoves his hands on his hips, scowl etched permanently on his face.
And there he goes, freaking out about suddenly being in clothes he 100% didn't fall asleep in. Oy! Stop gawking at him!]
It takes Sanji a couple of seconds— and another sneeze— to recover enough to actually answer her, although he's still eyeing the flower suspiciously. "Think so. I don't feel like anything's wrong, but…" his shoulder lifts in an awkward approximation of a shrug. "Won't know for sure until we find out more about that flower. You just can't tell what's safe when it comes to the crap this place likes to put us through. You feeling okay yourself?"
The whole cloud of pollen thing is suspicious as far as he's concerned. He's been to the gardens often enough to know that not even the flowers are trustworthy here.
Weary as he is, the expression on his face still softens like butter the moment she touches his shoulder and thanks him and he shakes his head without giving it much thought. "Nah, it was nothing. Any gentleman worth his salt would've done the same to keep a beautiful lady out of harm's way, you know? Didn't want you getting hurt."
And while he's quickly learning to enjoy the feeling of holding her in his arms— holding a woman this close always feels nice— he does let us hold on her slacken. "Probably best we, uh, stand up if you're okay? Maybe go find out what these flowers are before, I dunno, one of us develops an oral fixation or whatever other weird thing I'm sure they do to us."
[To be comfortable out there... she can't imagine it, really. It's a brief reminder that once she finished here she's going to be pulled onto a set to film so strange sexual scene with a stranger. If only, her hazy mind thinks, she could have a partner like this stranger she's decided she likes.]
Mmhm. [a little, stiff nod before she tries not to ruin anything he might want to apply to her face.]
[Even the little addition of blush seems to work wonders. Clara was pale, even with the ability to mimic a living person's complexion. It mixes with her quietly lovestruck eyes to create the image of a shy, innocent woman. She definitely hasn't committed any murders in her life.]
... when I was younger, I practiced this kind of thing a lot. [How long ago "younger" was will be pointedly ignored. Back then she didn't look too different but it was decades ago and with a much different mindset.]
Not for myself. But I used to try much harder.
[If it wasn't obvious by the state she was walked in with, she rarely tried these days. Hair, make-up, all those aspects of presentation were things for other people.]
[ Horses don't usually cover up for modesty's sake, and the guy's built well enough that he doesn't really have anything to be ashamed of as far as his human half goes, but Gen guesses he can understand the need for modesty.
... Maybe. He doesn't really go strutting around without a shirt often himself, but he's not particularly fussed about the idea of someone seeing him without one either.
As for what this guy is saying here? If he's not going to respond to the slightly provoking words that weren't necessarily intended to cause a fight, then Gen guesses he can at least attempt to help here. ]
Usually, but things were reconfigured for the new arrivals, which I'm guessing includes you...
[ He feels like he'd remember seeing a centaur trotting around the place. ]
You could probably snag a bedsheet if that's all you need though.
Yes, and I have seen them firsthand. Until very recently, very few people in my homeland even knew such creatures existed outside of ancient legends. I have seen the devastation they can cause firsthand.
[For the dramatics of it, Aurelia tries the door and lets it make a conspicuous clicking noise as she realizes it’s locked. A dramatic whimper as she steps on shaky legs over towards Topaz’s desk. She bows her head, letting long white hair brush across blushing cheeks as she tries to hide her excitement, she flicks a glance at Topaz with a hidden smile before she continues.]
Please miss… Don’t… Please forgive me…
[She begs, looking up at the taller woman, leaning slightly against the desk to show off what little cleavage she has.]
[ To be fair, Red would also be offended. The fact that she might have to watch herself do this is just salt in the wound - mostly because she's really not anywhere close to a professional actor. At least she's managing to get some real embarrassment into her tone (and expression, considering the flush rising in her cheeks). She's no stranger to sex - or the hotel - but this is still different from... well. Most of her experiences. Underneath Clara's hand, there's definite tension in her back, but Red puts up with all of it.
Like Clara, she has no desire to have to start all over again.
She takes a breath - and then there's a cool hand against her upturned ass, the rather lacey black underwear not providing all that much coverage. There's a little noise from her - not really a squeak, but a sound of surprise and her frame shivers. There's a touch of arousal rising through the embarrassment and she can't help but half hope that it continues. At least that might make this a little more bearable. She glances over her shoulder with a slight jerk of her chin. An acknowledgement of the tap - and then she has to get her next line out. ]
I will, I promise I will-!
[ A part of her is irritated that her character is knuckling under so pathetically, but - well. She didn't write the script, did she? Her legs work a little wider, her frame dipping a little, her as sticking a little higher - the camera work focuses on that and the contrast of Clara's pale hand against the darker skin of Red's ass. ]
Please, you don't have to do this to me! [ If she could roll her eyes without getting caught, she would. ]
[Another mental note, her kind could make it pleasurable for humans but it took effort. She can't imagine many of them would make the effort unless they had to.]
[Kindred loved holding that power over humans. The Masquerade was put into place because if all the humans organized they might actually be able to kill the lot of them. Humanity was a threat but a single human was a plaything. If one of them run wild, yes, the sword would slice cleanly through their throat.]
That is reassuring. I would not like to have so many killers around.
[Clara has killed people. She's managed to never kill them by drinking but, inevitably, she has killed people.]
[... oh, right, the pornography.]
I'm sorry if this is a personal question but how much practice with intimacy have you experienced? Is that much [...] leaking natural?
[ Hopefully no one on staff had any particular attachment to that prop bunny, because the minute Aak shoves it at his chest is the minute it's losing it's ear as Broca takes it forcefully and flings it hard enough that the poor thing goes flying, the scrap of cloth that was once an ear still in his hand. Up until he unclenches his fist and lets it drop unceremoniously to the floor at least.
Tragic.
He does a good job looking menacing and ready to do that to one of the set members as he glares around at the cast, but he undercuts it a little as he leans down towards Aak, and asks a little too loudly to not be overheard-- ]
What does it actually say?
[ It's not like Broca cannot read. He's an excellent reader, but maybe less adept at multitasking. He is mean mugging right now in an attempt to make everyone on set as close to pissing their pants as possible, which means he cannot go over the fine details of the contract with Aak right now. ]
[ The brain is full! The brain is just more of a book smart kind of brain than a common sense kind of brain, and one would not necessarily know that unless the right topics were discussed.
Regardless, he's certainly not doing crimes and violence all on his own for fun, so in that way he truly does not fit the delinquent niche. He does, however, look the part. ]
Not usually... I just did any heavy lifting that was needed.
[ It's a weird line of conversation for this particular flick, though there is a certain kind of porn where this kind of chatter would not be considered unusual. ]
[ Five hundred chips a shoe it is. It's not like Minato could take care of them himself...
The second shoe easily topples off his foot. Minato sighs in relief and flexes his poor toes. The shoes fit fine, but they were a little stiff. He wasn't used to wearing anything like them at all.
He stretches both legs out in front of himself again, leaning his head against the trailer's door. ]
Thanks.
[ Another small exhale. ]
Worth the thousand chips.
[ His gaze shifts over to Akira's boots. Did that mean -- is that why Akira was still wearing his...? ]
( So there really is no recovering this script, huh. Kinich pauses, his eyes sliding over to the camera on scene in the most slow and pointed way he can. But when no further instruction comes, and there's no objection to the interruptions, he looks back to Gen, more curious. )
I guess that's up to you, isn't it?
( He steps down from his "throne," taking the time to look this newcomer up and down more properly. Everyone's in costume, so he can't rely on attire to deliver any information about someone, but his body language and the skin visible beneath just might, right? Anything helps. )
But you're going to have to work pretty hard to do any of those things. So, why don't you surprise me?
( Ajaw, of course, has his own opinions: he's immediately yelling for Gen to beat him up. )
[The good news is that Texas had the ironclad defense: the couple were supposed to give into their love after trials and tribulations! They at least needed to wait to set up the full moon lighting! Eventually, the crew knows, those ears will be touched!]
"So be it," [the voice-over even sounds a bit sulky. After a pause, the director calls cut for them to move to another scene. What was next? The wriggling vines of the Fairy's Forest? Oh, what about the scene in the Elven Mountains where the Saintess sprains her ankle and needs to be cared for by her faithful companion?]
[Clara, meanwhile, immediately curls her shoulders when the camera cuts. She continues to cover her chest with the staff, stepping over to "talk" conspiratorially with Texas. She scribbles a little text above where her Watch is and the text pops up.]
[ tifa's not so sure why she'd necessarily been invited to the premiere of the film, since she'd only really had a fairly minor role in it, portraying a fairy in the forest during a rather lewd scene that she'd rather not have to watch for herself. still, she slips on the black dress sent over to her suite, styling herself in the accompanying jewels and pulling her hair up high, simply taking advantage of the chance to at least dress up elegantly for the night.
as she weaves through the audience, composed of large coupled seating arrangements, she looks for her assigned number, brightening the moment she approaches it as she learns who exactly her seat partner is. ]
Aeri—oh! [ her voice makes a brief sound in surprise as her eyes blink just as she arrives the moment that her friend pulls out a double-sided dildo from a bag. words momentarily get stuck in her throat, before she manages to breathe out an awkward laugh as she steps over to take a seat on the open side of the cushion. ] Don't tell me that's their idea of complimentary gift bags to take home.
[It's something Yato's also trying not to think about, given how most of them probably don't want to be there in the first place, let alone shacking up with complete strangers for some porn film. There's something decidedly distasteful about the whole thing, but what can he do? He's unarmed and outnumbered, and as he's found out, this place has spooks and magic at play. Who knows what might happen if you kick up too much of as fuss.]
So far, so good! [He tries to encourage her in the hopes of getting a smile from her as there's more color to her skin and thus a more lively complexion. From what he can tell, she's cute and charming, if just somewhat shy, much like himself (yes, he thinks himself cute and charming, the dork.)]
Really? Was there any reason you stopped...? [He doesn't inquire about her age, having learned long ago never to ask that of a lady, but he does have to wonder why she ceased bothering to pretty herself up. The loss of someone, perhaps...? That seems a reasonable guess.
As is, though, he still feels that she should at least be in a state to be proud of herself. Makeup's not necessary for that, but taking care of her hair alone would do wonders, he feels. So for the time being, he continues with doting on her, switching to eye shadow once the blush seems enough.]
How about a hint of blue above your eyes? Just enough to draw people's attention to them.
[ There's some genuine feeling in Broca's voice now as he asks that, his tone rising in inflection. It's a little off script from what he has in front of him, so he's not entirely sure how to respond to that, and there's a pause where all Sein will hear is more rustling paper sounds as Broca thumbs through his script to see if it will tell him how to respond.
It's a little off no matter what, so he'll have to improvise. ]
Ah... the beginning...
[ The hum he gives to drag things out only helps him so much, but it does at least stall for a few prolonged seconds as he figures out how to reconfigure this script. ]
Even though she was already married, I found the mayor's wife very attractive... I guess, and so I decided to seduce her.
[ That last part had a much cleaner line in the actual script, but it gets the gist of what he was supposed to say across. ]
No, I mean- I'm supposed to be a... sexy dark lord? [ He's a vain being, to be sure, but saying that to someone who's just got him in that totally uninterested stare makes the claim feel a lot more fragile, embarrassing to advance. He gestures down at his outfit by way of example. Trying to offload the particular question of his sexiness on the writing room so he's not the one getting blasted in she disagrees. ]
So... I think I need to look a little intimidating, but not too intimidating?
[ Underestimating how wide some people's strike zones are, a chronic problem for him, but in terms of maximizing mass appeal he's probably not wrong about the flaming skull being a step too far. ]
[Aurelia offers a guarded look to the sentence about killers, before nodding slowly. She has killed, thousands have been slain by her hands or will, but to have the reckless thrill killers would be a tragedy. This place needs more killers the way it needs more sheets, not at all.
The other question has her bite her lip before she responds, choosing to reach her hand out and write her response out rather than speak it aloud where other ears might hear it.]
Very little experience, But I suspect they are exaggerating the amount of … fluid, to make it easier to view. You?
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