【 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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[ The willingness to drop that particular line of debate is enough. Broca won't be playing an interrogation game with the man to find out what he really thinks about him, and the tail will go back to a normal slow, swishing twitch at the subject is not pushed. As far as he knows his assertion that he's perfectly human was taken at face value, and that's enough for him.
He glances towards the director, entirely unbothered by what he's seeing. Whether it's because he's been here long enough for it to be normal, or because while goo bodies are unusual where he's from, people having tentacles is perfectly normal, that's hard to say. ]
Ayakashi...
[ Broca frowns a little, having only heard one person use that particular phrase before. ]
[Well, at least one of them seems relatively calm given the strange situation? Hopefully this guy has some semblance of an idea of what the fuck is going on, because Yato sure as hell doesn't. Though it seems like he's not the most friendly of folks... Not with that glare and those fierce red eyes. If he wasn't a god, he might actually be a little frightened.
Not one for touching, either, it seems. Understandable, given their state of undress. So Yato hastily keeps his hands to himself, offering a sheepish wave as a friendly greeting while he tries to smile. It's definitely on the nervous side given the kid seems capable of blasting the shit out of things, including him. At the question, he pauses to delve into his memory, trying to sort out his jumbled thoughts.]
Taking a break from training with a friend... Which-- [He glances around hurriedly, panic setting in.] --have you seen a katana? Or my clothes? I kinda need him.
[ If he's offering from his own stash, Broca won't say no, but he takes the glass with just a little trepidation. They're offering them sex toys and a bed to get intimate on while what amounts to porn plays on the silver screen. There's not a zero percent chance this champagne doesn't have aphros in it, given the track record here, and he sniffs at the glass, before taking the tiniest of sips to let it sit with him and see how he feels after a few minutes.
All the while he's doing this with a dull, almost unimpressed look at Yato after this grand confession of his. ]
Oh... That's nice?
[ He thinks? He doesn't really know anything about gods, or how seriously he should be taking this guy in the first place. ]
[ If they ever get there. Although English is for writing lyrics. ]
and i am saying you're fucking wrong
[ So there! However, he is left to wonder about his appearance. He is sure this guy is wrong. That's got to be it! No one else has commented on it. He is all mature and stuff. And this is how he will remain for...? ]
[ trying to find his words when his breath is caught in his throat at the mere mentioning that aak would be the one topping? hello?? all seth wanted was to just offer himself in a support role but not like THAT kind of support! and he still can't remember when he put pen to paper and put himself in this precarious position in the first place!
then his physique is mentioned and most of his concerns have been wiped away. ]
Oh. Um. Yeah, I've always wanted to like. You know, put bad guys behind bars and all. But can cute kitty cats go to jail?
[ maybe for being TOO cute? he eyes aak. he looks back at the director's grinning face. ]
And this guy seems kind of nice! You wouldn't want me to do that to him, would you? He couldn't be a criminal even if he tried!
[ She stops in the middle of the staircase leading up to the trailer's interior, staring back at him incredulously.
[ For her, Futaba's Palace was only a few months ago. She thought she had reckoned with the idea that her friends might come from different points in their shared histories, but clearly an entire year was a bigger gap than she'd braced herself for. Perhaps it shouldn't have come as a surprise - nothing in the limited information she's gathered had ruled that possibility out - but it still takes her a moment to wrap her mind around that fact and accept it. ]
That's ... reassuring, I suppose. [ She says after some thought, her gaze falling towards her feet. ] It means that no matter how bad the troubles we're facing seem, we find a way to overcome them.
[ Maybe that's not a complete guarantee - she's not sure that she believes people have immutable, predetermined destinies - but at the very least it's concrete proof that they can do it, and that's comforting. Enough that, when she looks up, there's a smile on her face. Tired, and maybe a bit melancholy, but a smile all the same. ]
[ For all the set dressing, costuming, and fancy camera tricks they're using here, the story was never the point of this. Gen's well aware of the priorities of this place at this point in his stay, and isn't the slightest bit surprised when there's no objection to how he's carrying on. He did say the magic words, after all, suggesting he was going to try and woo the dragon one way or another.
So with the tactic approval of silence, he'll let out a quiet huff of air at the challenge he's issued, before he starts to circle, strangely predatory animal behavior from the guy dressed as the knight to the guy dressed as the dragon.
Seduction is never a skill he's had to hone in his previously life, but after a pretty brutal dressing down over his poor skills in that area, he has weirdly been studying up. He figures he can probably manage at least one decent seduction of the sake of the camera.
That may be his own overabundance of confidence talking as he moves in closer to hear the cheers and goading cries for him to beat up the kid in front of him.
He'll lean in close to Kinich, nice and personal-space invade-y for the cameras, though all he has to whisper is-- ]
Man. The AI you've got set up on your watch really has it out for you, doesn't it?
[That train of thought doesn't seem to have occurred to Yato, who is still blissfully innocent in a lot of ways despite their surroundings and his many years. While Broca goes slow, Yato all but downs the whole thing in a few gulps, finishing with a satisfied sigh and a hiccup as he wipes the back of his mouth with a hand.
Though his announcement kinda disappoints, to say the least.]
Booo...! What a boring response! You're supposed to be in awe!
[ Minato is not done dressing in less than ten minutes. He'd stripped down to his underclothes but ended up a little lost in the gown, elaborate skirt layers getting stuck to one another. At least it's actually on though.
...it's not a very comfortable garment. It's a little itchy? Especially around the sleeves. Looks like he'll be walking away from this with a battle scar (rash) or two... ]
I think that should do it.
[ Spoken as Yusuke pulls apart one of the last layers that got stuck together.
Minato frowns as he gazes down at the gown. ]
...I can't move very well in this, but... that's probably why your role does the heavy lifting.
[ The newly-wed couple escapes to their marital bedroom to consummate their union, preventing either of them from wriggling out of the partnership. According to the director, any lack of chemistry could be written off as the marriage being an arranged one.
Minato can't help but feel a little like the staff is already betting against their actors, but maybe they were just being realistic. Minato can respect that. ]
[ Well, at least as Broca holds onto his glass of champagne, not having had enough time to really warn his new companion here that it might be wise to take it slow, he'll have an unintended guinea pig to watch and see if anything happens. He figures if in the next fifteen minutes Yato doesn't start crawling all over him, he's safe to drink the rest of this. ]
Oh...
[ Is there god etiquette he's supposed to be following here? It's not like he was ever a religious man himself who gave much thought to things like this. ]
I don't really know how to be in awe of things though?
[ His reactions have always been a bit duller than most people's, even before he trained himself into a surly default expression with little wavering on emotional displays. ]
I'd be surprised if anyone here isn't able to find their favorite. There's so many kinds of food here! It's beyond anything I could have ever imagined.
[He was not the sort to overindulge before arriving here, yet he might not be able to say the same now. At least it makes it easier to also dote on others.]
If you would not mind meeting, I could bring some of this sweet milk to you.
[ if there's a place that tifa finds herself far more than she does in her own suite, it's likely to be either in the talon or the beak, always eager to keep herself as active as she possibly could to make sure she doesn't slack off maintaining her own strength, even here where she isn't necessarily faced with the constant threat of fighting enemies and monsters day by day. it's a good distraction too, since it beats all those hours of stressing in how she has to keep adapting herself to this resort's expectations, especially after the beginning weeks had sent her into a spiral of suit flares as an apparent "welcome present" to balance off her own reserved nature for physical intimacy.
it's been better since she'd arrived, finding herself some trustworthy partners to engage in those activities with, to feel a little more comfortable with the things she's expected to do if only because she can at least manage to find ways to do it with the find people, and in the kind of places, that she'd want to.
still, the nights and days are long, and not always with shared company, which is where a place like the talon comes in, letting her enjoys an hour or two stretching out her limbs a little more proactively for the exercise, as she steps in today in a gray sports bra that manages to secure her breasts steadily in place with a matching pair of shorts, ready to throw herself towards the weights when the sight of a bright pink workout costume catches her attention.
it's the familiar face that keeps her eyes lingering, smiling as she decides to dart over to the bike to greet her friend in passing, though her steps begin to slow, smile sinking a little as she approaches closer, finally noticing the deeper vibrant color of the mark between her breasts. ]
Reira, are you—? [ her voice catches, familiarity in the visual, as she practices sees herself, recalling times in which her own mark, even tucked behind her ear as it is, had steadily changed its color to match the heat of her own body, anxious for touch, anxious to be fucked. her own mark, though, bears a diamond, unlike the heart on her friend's skin, and she's not entirely sure of what the difference in behavior are, though ... well, the way reira stretches provocatively against the bike might be related. ] Your mark, it's— I think it's on. You feeling okay?
[Till was possibly close to achieving freedom. He was good at ignoring the cat-person next to him, not reaction, being absolutely boring. If he had maybe been able to hold out a bit longer then Aak would go back to staring up at whatever dirty movie was on screen and maybe commenting on the actors.]
[or maybe it was inevitable because who could not react to a buzzing vibrator being dropped in their lap?]
Ha, [Aak laughs a bit as the stack of flyers gets shoved aside. Maybe he should try and see what he was drawi-]
Ah! [No, wait, he is under fucking attack.] Hey, hey, that's not how you use it!
[Even if he had been warned, there's a good chance Yato would've gone ahead and drank the stuff anyway in the hopes of getting at least a bit drunk to deal with all this bullshit that they're being forced to endure. Besides, if he gets too... needy, he figures there's bound to be a bathroom he can hide in and let off some steam. (So he thinks, anyway.)]
Seriously? What kind of life have you lead up to now?
[It's hard for him to picture someone being totally incapable of being awed. If not by a god, then by art, or danger, or something!]
I mean, clearly you're not human, but I shouldn't think that'd have anything to do with it.
[Well... the dress was working against Yusuke's whining earlier, because it looks remarkably good on Minato. If it were a bit shorter, it would've been a perfect, exquisite fit!]
Right... [Minato did a good job of reminding him they'll have to "run away". Yusuke can handle his kimono, Minato can't run in that, and not for lack of trying.
The people recording this movie started to move and usher them onto the stage while Yusuke's brain scrambled for a solution. He really WILL have to do it, and hope the dress doesn't trip him up as well.
Taking their places on the center stage, Yusuke had to take a deep breath not to hyperventilate as the cameras started rolling. If he had to wax poetic about some painting, it would've been so easy! This is taking all of his strength AND courage!
He takes Minato's hand and tosses a brief prayer to whatever deity's out there to give him strength-]
- Beloved, if Your family will not let you come with me, I will--ah, fulfill the promise I gave you that-- faithful, uh, day!
[-One awkward speech later, and changing the script entirely, leaving the director scratching the back of his head and checking the script, Yuskuke picks Minato up bridal style and in a (attempted) flourish, carries him off one set onto the other. And he can tell the dress is at least two times heavier than the guy himself.]
[ There's a strangled inhalation as Vanitas fondles his balls, surprising him as he watches the approach of the human's mouth. He can only hope that the director is committed enough to the story to edit the manifold signs of his vulnerability out in post - otherwise Vanitas won't be the only one with a funny story to tell, it'll be the entire moviegoing public. Twilight's one comfort is that he doesn't have to worry too much about what's showing on his face, or maybe being recognized at all - one glance at the cameras confirms they're far more interested in recording the heft of his sack as it spills over Vanitas' palm, and then the smaller man's heroic attempts to-
Aaaaa he's actually in his mouth. Did he actually make that sound? It was only in his head, right? He wasn't expecting anyone to actually try this either; he's being jerked from one unexpected sensation to the next. As well as just plain jerked. Vanitas was an expert as far as he's concerned, he's never felt anything like this in his life. ]
You- you try MeEEe- don't be a fool!
[ That the reaction to that ill-advised deepthroating attempt. He really is going to have to hope they let him dub something else over. Getting that log of a cock down a throat might be a seemingly impossible dream but the attempt still grazes sensitive skin with teeth and he's thick-skinned enough to find that purely pleasurable. His fist slams down on the throne hard enough to leave a crack as he suddenly finds himself warring with the possibility that he comes then and there. Which was the goal, supposedly, but he has a feeling that if they only get forty seconds of footage out of this they're going to be made to re-take the shot. ]
[Xiao Xingchen swallows hard, unable to tear away his gaze granted to him by his sight-granting blindfold. Now changed out of his red robes into a more monochrome garment, the blush on his face is the only real color visible on his entire figure. Perhaps fortunately, the looser part of the cassock obscures his body's much more embarrassing reaction.
One of the first things he'd seen with this new blindfold was his friend naked. Yet somehow, this affects him in a different sort of way. The way the costume crosses over his skin, covering yet directing his attention to the covered parts--
If he had any inclination to just leave the set before, that feeling swiftly leaves him. Even if he isn't quite sure what they're doing. He can understand the part about a priest exorcising demons - even if the particulars are unfamiliar, the idea shouldn't be too different - but "cockwarming"?]
Um... doesn't that part usually become warm? When doing that?
[His friend has already made it warm. Right now.
One other employee comes up to Xiao Xingchen and pushes some items into his hands: a book and a cross.
"Remember to say 'The power of Christ compels you!'" they say, making a motion of holding up the cross. "And read the highlighted passages aloud when you can. Other than that, you can ab lib anything as long as you're in-character!"]
The Trailer Nest New places haven't been truly new to him in a very long time, so of course, waking up in the lap of luxury is more startling than it ought to be by most people's standards. The smooth, cool fabric that slips off of the solid shape of the person that sits up flows open around him as he shakes himself and squints into the warm, slightly too-bright light of the trailer. He stands carefully without paying much mind to the way his robe pulls open, one grey-skinned hand up to block the overhead light.
"What the fuck-" he murmurs hoarsely, and freezes when he hears movement in another compartment of the...is this a hive? It's far too glitzy to be anywhere that he's been before. He wonders distantly if he's managed to die again. He's heard of that happening.
Paparazzi Invasion Stepping outside of his trailer in the lot had been a mistake, as the moment he'd come out in that same half-done robe and his bare feet had hit the pavement, he'd been blinded by a camera flash that had made him reflexively hiss with his mouth open wide and sharp teeth bared like a startled cat. He'd darted back into the shelter of his little wheeled hive and locked the door, apologies to anyone else sharing the space with him at the moment.
Alternatively, if anyone needs a hiding space from the rumor-mill, they may find themselves welcomed inside and tucked into a dark corner. This troll is, after all, very accustomed to doing such things for the people that need a place out of sight.
Costume Change The lack of coverage afforded him by the clothes he'd woken up in (or lack thereof) desperately needs to be remedied. The people that he'd run into, specifically the odd avian-headed alien that he'd nearly collided with while trying to navigate the space covertly, had suggested getting into costume for the filming that was inevitably coming. He hadn't really gathered what that meant for him quite yet, but even a costume could be clothing in the right circumstances, and he had been brought up not to be picky. So into the warehouse he steps, bare feet near silent on the floor as he scans over the myriad styles and colors.
It's...kind of beautiful, actually. Bright colors generally weren't something that he was surrounded by. What a lovely change in scenery, once again.
He won't waste any time before picking out a few different things that seem like something he would be comfortable in, favoring loose, draping fabrics, layers that he could tuck things into or twist his way out of in a pinch, and eventually coming across the more sheer fabrics that folks of the human variety might classify as 'harem clothes'. Now these, he likes.
Now he just...needs to take them off and figure out what he's supposed to do next. Which is harder than it looks. Strange, he thought there were catches there so he could unfasten them easily. Can he flag someone down for this? Has he really just messed up wearing clean clothes for the first time in sweeps? There is a momentary urge to be dramatic about all this...
Wait, what is this about being late for hair and makeup??
Lights, Camera.... Being dragged onto a set without much time to ask questions about content finds the troll standing in the middle of a fantastical scene and handed a prompt, something about demons and tentacles? It's schlock at best, but here he is, surrounded by more strangers, a lot of them as a matter of fact He has a polite hand up to try and get anyone's attention. His skin shimmers in the lights after having been dolled up, nails painted and horns buffed, scars concealed artfully with jewelry or artful fabric drapery. He really needs to figure out who to talk to about what his role is here. Should he monologue? He's good at that.
He doesn't know that he's supposed to assume a comfortable position in the middle of a set that was being piled with red and black cushions, goblets of something, and calls were being put out to get the last of the players ready to meet their star attraction. It's like a conversation pit sunk into the area, without a step to go down into it.
Absence From The Premier Rather than joining in on the festivities of the films coming to the theater, he has taken it upon himself to wander the Peacock while the rest are otherwise occupied. He likes being able to move about freely, though there are moments when he'll skulk instead of walking upright, too accustomed to trying to keep out of sight until he's back among his followers the safety of friends.
The first stop would be the Roost, a smokey bar that allows him to tuck in and really, truly relax out of the way and find something to drink that wouldn't necessarily equate to anything that he's ever had before, but it'll keep him a little lighter and more willing to let strangers close to talk to him in his little clandestine booth.
Much later in the evening, he has a good deal more energy, and upon spotting a place that's fully anonymous by right and rule, he puffs himself up a little and heads inside the Cloaca and Dagger, listening quietly to the people at Coat Check that give him the rules and some choices, until his chosen costume is little more than a shrug and harness and a hood in black and red that obscured both the top of his face and his horns. The illusion that would follow him could do one of two things: make a partner seem to have the same anatomical configuration as him, or turn him more human for the duration of the encounter.
No matter what position you find yourself in with him, you'll feel one thing immediately:
This guy runs hot
Wildcard During downtime, Karmin can be found just about anywhere, late in the evening. He is eager to get to know this pace, and is relishing being alive again.
I got near-perfect scores on my physical fitness exams, if it helps? Think of it as the standard stuff you'd expect from a military group: hand to hand, firearms training and safety procedures.
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