【 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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[ she shrugs off a robe to reveal what's basically a leather bikini and points at a granblue fantasy berserker-style animal pelt fashioned into a hooded cape on a hanger; the only thing that would give her a shred of modesty. ]
[ He knows at least two of them are definitely here. ]
...Ann and Ryuji? You'll probably run into them sooner or later.
[ The Golden Peacock is... huge, sprawling, massive, and yet it's just small enough for people to run into familiar faces.
Minato hops off his bed again to wander over to the window. He draws the curtain back a little to check if the patrolman is gone and -- nice. Coast is clear. But on second thought, maybe Makoto isn't keen on wandering around in a cost without pants? ]
...are you hungry? I can have someone bring food before you look for everyone else.
[ Because he is going to make sure that she gets something from the Red Cardinal! Guaranteed to be safe to eat! Unlike food from the other establishments, which Minato learned the hard way. ]
[His hands brush against the tights. Instinctively her legs press together, but as he persists the tips of his fur on the back of his hand tickle and catch against the small threaded gaps. Color rises to her cheeks, and while Rin attempts to shoot him a glare it's more uncertain than it is angry.]
Hm... will you take responsibility if we're caught?
[Due to the nature of the scene it's unclear if the visible quiver that shows is real, or a part of her act. While she won't be opening her legs until Aak responds, Rin leans her upper half toward him. Both of them tucked together so close and conspiratorial. The special microphones easily catching the hushed whispers they share while "mother" loudly stakes ceramic plates behind them.]
[There's so many things that Scott is questioning about himself right now. It was a step to accept that he genuinely likes another guys and finds them attractive, but now this is another uh. Hurdle?? Step??? Is it kind of weird to think like this though? Has he become some weird pervert?? Maybe.
But also. Minato is standing there and still looking pretty in a dress. And it's not even one of those skimpy maid dresses that are in regular advertisements and crap. Minato just has a good figure for this?? HE DOESN'T KNOW--
At least his friend hasn't noticed all his staring. Right? Yeah.]
Oh, uh, guess not. It's... a maid outfit. An actual one.
[Cough.] So, that's what they shoved you in, huh? I can um, probably help you get out of it.
[He's forgotten a little about how bunched up his own crotch is right now, it's fine.]
[ no no, makoto, thank you for letting this old diva relive her glory days. even if it was only for just that handful of minutes, the flashing lights and shutter-clicks were like a spike to her adrenaline, leaving her with a bright smile even as it is just the two of them left behind. ]
That's quite alright. Fortunately for us, I am.
[ oh, how she dazzles and preens, even long after no camera is in sight. not that cameras were a thing back in fódlan, but attention is attention, and manuela will always soak it up in any form it comes in. ]
Now. [ she does turn to regard the young woman properly; concern is evident in her eyes, bright as they still are. ] How rattled are you feeling? We can find somewhere quiet to have a sit, or shall we explore the refreshments they've laid out for us?
[ ah yes, the lavish spread of movie set kraft services......... ]
[There's a light easing in Scott's posture when Akira pokes at himself, a small laugh escaping his mouth as he shakes his head. Oh right, it would be pretty insulting for the leader of the Phantom Thieves to be dressed in a cop outfit, huh? Even if cops don't normally wear thigh high boots and tights. Principle of the matter.
It gets him to look down at his own outfit again, at least feeling less of an urge to cover himself. Having Akira's easygoing behavior here with him, those light words, have made it easier for Scott to accept his own predicament. Somewhat. Like somewhat self-conscious but not nearly as much. This outfit is really just clinging to every part of him...]
Kind of a dick move on their end. [He agrees, mouth twitching upward.] It'd be like if they shoved me in a supervillain costume... unless this outfit is supposed to be one still.
[Distract all the heroes with his bulge or whatever. Jesus.]
Costume department seemed pretty serious about finding something that did.
[ Maybe they didn't think he'd look good in a skimpier one? Or maybe the department was onto something, choosing to lean into the allure of letting others undress him in their imagination.
He'd missed Akira looking over him only because he was focused on his companion's high-heeled boots, left wondering whether Akira hadn't tried prying them off for the same reason as him. So Minato watches, the corner of his mouth pulled up into a small grin. At least he wasn't suffering alone! ]
...here. Give me your foot.
[ Minato holds a hand out, palm upturned, ready for Akira to rest one of his boots in it. ]
[It wasn't his knees he was talking about, Reno, sheesh!! Being stretched across the other man had been comfortable too... though he'd be a liar to claim this isn't more what he wants right now.]
Haah—nnh... don't grab me like that—
[like it doesn't go straight to his cock. And like he doesn't fully expect what's about to happen, going from licking and teasing to exhaling a noise when fingers tug his hair. Lashes flutter closed and he swallows to relax his throat, sinking down on Reno's cock without much trouble. Long fingers curl around slim thighs and his gaze flicks upward, head bobbing too slowly for either of them as long as he has control over the speed of it, as if he's not half as experienced as he is.
That's... particularly difficult to keep doing when he's all but addicted to the taste, but it's fine.]
[ A pathetic grouse as he blinks thrice, both trying to get the blood out of his eyes and fix his vision. Oh boy, now there are three megahot blondes. Rokurou leans against the wall, looking between the glass on the floor, the bathroom door, and the megahot blonde(s). What to do… should he go beef with those blondes or cross this horrible maze of glass to pee…
Meanwhile, from behind Natori, a shadow moves in the window. A hummingbird journalist, beak agape, is staring into their wagon with their comically large camera and lightbulb raised, already gleefully snapping a series of pictures. Breaking news! Gay lovers have furious fight, smash each other with glass. Breaking news!! Cheating scandal, passion erupts on set. Breaking news!!!!! Shots of a scantily clad new hotshot actor, look at that perfectly unblemished skin.
Rokurou, however, doesn’t notice this pesky journalist. ]
( okay, but why is he looking at her like that when she asked... does she have something on her face? she's going to check the mirror real fast to make sure as he answers. but then, )
Why would it hurt? I know what I'm doing!
( ............... wait, literally? huh!? )
I'm not actually going to cut you, dummy! Special effects makeup!! What do I look like, some sadist who wants to cut into people for fun????
( huff! like sure, she knows her way around a blade but it doesn't mean it's her go-to for everything! she doesn't even have it on her! )
[ Cronch, cronch, cronch… he noisily chews on the potato while watching the other man. He doesn’t mind the staring, figuring that this new colleague is simply besotted with how handsome and charming he is—an understandable reaction, seeing as Mother Rangetsu birthed only good-looking sons.
Though his causal ease is stiffened somewhat as a new, vague fear forms. Haha, no… it can’t be another guy who doesn’t know what a butthole is, or that kissing is a thing people do, right? One strange little goblin running around with zero world knowledge is already enough. Two? Unlikely. Impossible. He can not explain what a sphincter is to two different men.
… but unfortunately for himself, Rokurou is both the brotherly sort and instinctually makes bad life choices. ]
Alright, what’s confusing you? Or, uh, what do you already know?
[ Maybe he’s just a shy virgin! Everyone starts somewhere. ]
[It feels so wonderful how Olivine just slides all of Reno's length down his throat so easily. To be fair, Reno doesn't have the most impressive of dicks, pretty average, but in most cases, it doesn't really matter anyway, since he is the size queen after all.
Reno allows his upper body to lean back and moan out loud, a sound that echoes back from the walls of the church. He guides Olivine with his grip, tightening and gently directing him when something feels good or when he wants him to move over just a little. Reno should've tried that earlier, because damn, Olivine really is good at this.
Pulling the other off his cock to make him look at him, Reno grins at the priest, the vibrator back in his hand, his tongue once again gliding over it's whole length.]
Mmhm, your prayers might have been heard, so you get a little treat from your god. And you get to decide what to do with it, [He wets the dildo once more with his mouth then holds it out for Olivine to take. He leaves it up to him whether he wants to use it on Reno or fuck himself on it while sucking Reno off.]
[If he wasn't the one involved in this in the first place, he might've been kind of impressed with the fact that Getou is going all in as the 'damsel' in this flick. He just never pictured this guy to get into that kind of role-- acting. Unless he's only enjoying this because of Scott, as it's clear that he's having fun at his expense. Well, maybe not at his expense, but he's 100% enjoying this while Scott's standing around and trying to recover.
He thought he was really good with taking the curveballs this place throws at him, but every so often, he's still thrown off center. Being this up close and personal with the other teen, his body firmly held in his arms in a secure manner as he says his codename in a too sweet way... yeah. What's worse is that Getou is kind of attractive?? Especially up close and without that cold look on him.
Wait what??
Still not mentally prepared, Scott makes a muffled noise when their mouths are pushed together, his full lips pressed against Getou's in a kiss that's firm and just a touch heated, especially as he feels a hand grip the back of his neck. His hands twitch underneath the other's weight, somewhat in shock, but soon reaffirming themselves to hold onto Getou as they make a rather convincing shot of a lover kissing their hero. Maybe, just maybe, he tilts his head, deepening their kiss briefly.
He barely hears the director calling the shot, between the kiss and the fact that he feels something digging into him from Getou's hip. What is that...? And what do you mean chastity belt?? But the other teen is back on his feet, if still close to him and maybe, finally, his mind catches up to everything that's happening.]
I did spin the wheel. [Through one reason or another.] And uh. I got body worship. How about you?
[ honestly manuela couldn't be more tickled. not literally, of course; fortunately his roaming hands have yet to find that particular trigger — a featherlight touch to the bottoms of her feet — so they aren't at any risk of a sudden burst of laughter ruining the scene. she is verging on a smile that is perhaps too amused and fond to be entirely in character, but seeing as how she's on her stomach, her head cushioned under the fold of her arms, a clever camera angle could very easily make it seem more like a scheming smirk instead. ]
And what a shame that is, Sylus. After all, you are so very good at this.
[ she doesn't even have to act. it seems he is just as skilled being gentle with his hands as he is knowing how to weaponize them in a boxing ring. of course, manuela is not trying to think too hard about what else his hands can do....... or whatever else is expected of them from this particular scene. best not to get too caught up in all that'll complicate things, right?
like how very, very good he looks in those teeny tiny swim trunks. ]
Be thorough now, won't you? I burn far too easily.
[ manuela herself has been outfitted with a two-piece bikini that is more or less a bundle of strings trying to pretend to be clothing. being thorough in this regard will certainly be quite the work for sylus, given how so much of her skin is revealed. ]
I'm trying to provide my services as a mage and my skill in creating pleasing scents. However I'm not great at advertising or formatting posts or pages potential customers may need to use. I've also struggled at standardizing my prices...
[Since she's been basically up-charging people with higher ranks, and discounting people with lower status. Tohsaka leans on her staff in a slumped and unflattering manner.]
I guess when you put it that way.. I could see why you'd want to try first then let them decide on what they want to do with themselves after?
( maybe she shouldn't be using her frame of reference as a basis for her opinion, but it's all she's got. the disaster beasts are in no condition to make decisions of their own either, but now they're starting to see more and more exceptions to that the closer they get to retaining their human forms.
she's been thinking about that question before he asked, so at least she can share her current thoughts.
he'll have to excuse her for a moment as she turns his head for her again with the silent ask for him to hold there while she dabs a modest shade of tint over his lip. it's her turn to speak anyway. )
Blood drinking, afraid of the sun, that kind of thing? Not as far as I'm aware of. I feel like our broker would tell us if there were. Our things are kinda similar? I guess? I think ours will eat anything, but it just so happens that there's more people than anything else.
( then she's cleaning off the edge with her thumb, still thoughtful. how does this guy deal with something so dangerous long enough to treat them, anyway? it's far harder to restrain something than it is to kill it. )
As far as magic goes - I guess I haven't considered it before. Magic to me sounds more like something that'd be nicer than stuff specifically made to kill others. But.. I'd say the supernatural does, yeah. Watching things regenerate their arms and legs back after I've cut them off probably isn't normal.
[ manuela's shock and confusion is quick to give way to her own relief, more than happy to take irene's word for it. she reaches out to grasp the other woman's hands, giving her a tug. ]
Well — it looks lovely on you, despite. Come in, come in, have a seat.
[ there is a little loveseat slash bench available in manuela's trailer that she directs irene towards. once seated, she will pluck up a glass bowl from her vanity, filled with tiny colorful circles. ]
Have you ever had an "M&M"?
[ it's not something manuela herself specifically asked for (something about celebrity riders?) but she's found the treat quite enjoyable actually... ]
( listen, things are weird these days since arriving here, and it's not like she's seen anything like him back in her world!
besides, it's too late now. there was a time where she had someone in her service that was way bigger than her, but also she was like.. six. very scary at the time until she realized he's supposed to look like that because he's her bodyguard and all.
so, yeah. she can accept this guy being a gopher. especially with that kind of demeanor? )
The, huh?
( the transformation that happens before her is definitely not something she's encountered before. the gates that pop out of nowhere is sort of similar, but those are more portals than actual structures. if she weren't rooted to her spot she'd want to go investigate..
what a waste of money. she doesn't need to comment on that further beyond scrunching her nose a little, so she's going to focus on the more interesting bit. )
[ Did the director and producers want their bug budget movie to have a free ad spot for Rin's new business? Prolly not. Too bad. That's what it's gonna be now, unless they fix it in post-production. She makes a mental note to offer them chips for the raw footage, so she can post anything good on social media later.
She can make it worth keeping, just sitting back up. With as little as she's wearing, any pose is provocative without her trying. ]
I'm curious: What services as a mage would those be?
[ First things first, potential customers need to know what she's offering. ]
[ Xue Yang looks up with a glare, though at this point it's hard to tell how much of it is thanks to anger, frustration, or exhaustion. ]
Depends. You think those fucking fairies would tell the truth?
[ Considering how miserable he feels (and Xue Yang isn't one to be crippled by much, so he's in bad shape) he's not inclined to believe they were lying about this.
But now that there's relief in sight, Xue Yang is finding it hard to do any other sort of thinking. It's like the urges he gets when his suit turns black, but different in a way he doesn't want to examine right now. The person in front of him certainly isn't ugly, and Xue Yang's eyes are roaming him all over before he can stop himself. They linger, where clothes hide cock and on that mouth that he could stuff his own into, sleeves where hands that could jerk him off sit just out of sight. There's barely any attention paid to that obscured eye, especially when he's used to his sort-of-roommate who doesn't have any. ]
Why, are you gonna help?
[ He's not in any position to make threats about it right now, as much as he hates that fact. ]
[average or not, it's a pleasant mouthful—and Reno is treated to every bit of Olivine's experience with sucking dick anyway. That tongue of his coaxes out every bead of precum it can, head following the pull of his grip only to swallow when the tip is down his throat again.
By the time Reno pulls him off his cock, Olivine's lips are pleasantly swollen and a shimmer of wetness gleams in his eyes, a strand of saliva trailing between the two before snapping after a moment.]
Haah... to decide...
[His voice is softer, a little rumbly after all that. Taking the toy in hand, he leans forward to press his lips to Reno's thigh, swallowing briefly before speaking again.]
... I would be humbled if you would bless this for me, first. Let me worship Your holy body...
[He giggles as he says it, guiding the toy to Reno's well-lubed hole and nudging the bulbous end there once or twice before starting to wriggle it in. At the same time, he nuzzles the base of his cock, pulling one of his balls into his mouth to tease there too.]
[ The director calls for the scene to continue and he can only sink back into the role of hapless human. At least this position isn’t bad, granting Rokurou a clean look of the other man’s pretty profile and the way dark hair falls across comely features. A brief moment of admiration, because he soon bows to press his mouth against the proffered stretch of neck.
Rokurou grunts when those prosthetic fangs break skin. Fingers spasm, gripping over his partner’s hip, and he rolls his chin through the outward web of pain. True enough, he doesn’t particularly mind the pain—a shiver, a low laugh, a small groan that walks the line of pain and pleasure. His blood is as hot as any human’s and the same sticky red, though his tolerance for shedding it is greater.
Was there supposed to be a line here? Rokurou can’t quite remember—he hadn’t been as diligent in memorizing the script—but there’s always room for ad libbing. Pulling one hand away from where it had been gripped in fabric, he combs it through the other man’s hair, playing up the aspect of being lovingly enthralled by his bite. In truth, he is turned on by it, but not in the fantastical way that the script’s plot describes. It isn’t an aphrodisiac that numbs the pain and brings only excitement. It hurts, but for a war daemon like him, that kind of pain is a different kind of aphrodisiac. A sharp, pointed one that rouses his baser instincts. He wants to bite back.
Breathing quickens. The natural rasp of his voice deepens through the burn of his shoulder, muscle and tissue bruised and broken. ]
Don’t waste any. You won’t find another human as delicious as I am. [ his leg draws up, bending at the knee, ] Become addicted to me, so you won’t want anyone else…
[ Proud, but bargaining and desperate, unwilling to share this vampire with the countless other lovers he surely has. Something like that? ]
( it's a little creature and that's all she knows and therefore it gets rights. 👍 )
Ayakashi...?
( it doesn't fit what image she has of them, but she also doesn't really work with that sort of thing either. not that they exist in her world. probably? maybe it does and she just hasn't run into one yet.
she's not sure she wants to either, but that's neither here nor there!
... this one seems fine though, so it gets a pass.
since he said it'll probably be a minute, she's pulling up one of the nearby chairs so she can sit and wait until it moves on. in the meantime, she's going to be cleaning some of the stuff she already used. )
How do you even end up with something like that anyway?
[ When his attacker hits the ground, Rokurou sits up, leaning over the edge of the bed to look down at who decided to fling themselves across the wagon for no reason. Which leaves them staring at each other, both covered in an explosion of feathers, looking put out and somewhat accusatory.
The daemon purses his lips. Okay, severe overreaction, but he puffs up and commits to pretending like he hadn’t done anything remotely wrong. He is innocent. Never done anything wrong in his life, ever. ]
I should be the one asking that. Why were you jumping me!
[ You… take advantage of Rokurou? Jail! Jail for ten thousand years! As if this muscular war daemon isn’t perfectly capable of defending himself from, checks notes, someone tripping into his bed. ]
the arrival and answer has her flick her gaze up at the mirror to use the reflection instead of turning over to look. she doesn't want to ruin the hard work done on her hair either, you see. she truly did miss her calling as a diva.
exacerbated by the fact that she's not all that used to having a second there with her whenever she takes on a job.. but hunts for beasts are hardly the same as acting, so she's figuring it out. )
That's kind of lazy on their end, isn't it?
( did she just ask that while on set? yeah. )
Seems to me more like they put more effort into the backdrop more than what'll actually be captured on camera.
( ....... )
.... Then again, I don't know if I'd rather that than be handed some cheesy script.
( which is an extremely horrifying thought, now that she thinks about it?? )
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