【 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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▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's May event. Since April's event was a bit serious, we're leaning in the opposite direction and going full camp for this meme.
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▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
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[Brow... furrowed... so much for a minimal look. He supposes he should have predicted this, though. Oh well. He takes a seat in the offered chair, sat up straight all prim and proper, ready to get on with it. ]
Mn. We spoke, last month.
[ Lan Wangji had recognized Reno almost immediately, but that's hard not to when you have bright red hair! ]
When the [ sex ] alternative profiles were introduced.
[Clothes picked out, and this stranger seemingly set, Bakugo kicks open the trailer door (sussed out that's what their surroundings hinted at), and tromps down the little metal stairs. What the hell is this? Momentarily taken aback at everything hustling and bustling in front of him. A fucking movie set?! Backstage to a theater?! All this and more with people racing from one side to the other, racks of props or costumes carrying into another person's path, clipboards flipping papers over their tops, hands touching headsets and relaying information before lights swings upward over a stage.
Goddamn Peacock's putting on performances and he doesn't have to ask who's the star(s). They are. Probably some shitty porno, as if their entire lives here aren't playing one out already.]
Where the hell do you get a roach motel? [Those things are designed to kill, certainly without the entertainment and fare the resort provides. And he doesn't appreciate being inferred as a goddamn roach in the first place!]
[ Too late. Fuuta might give that little alarmed bark when Zeta gets to her feet, but he's not quick enough to stop her from exiting the little hiding spot he'd found. There's the rustle of fabrics and clothes hangers as she emerges into aisle between the racks, and Fuuta gives a loud groan, followed by an overdramatic sigh.
And he's taking his sweet time hauling himself upright as well -- no point in staying hidden here, now that she's busted him -- when she leans in to take that better look at him. Fuuta stifles a startled grunt as he jerks back, shoulders hiked up defensively as he gives her a wary stare back. ]
... yeah. Sure. Feels great knowing I'm not hideous.
[ Sorry Zeta, that is not what she said, but he's just the type of shitty youth to word it like that.
Fuuta grumbles as he stands and emerges from the clothing racks, though he still positions himself so Zeta stands between him and where the rest of the staff are; just in case they decide to come barging in to force sexy outfits on people, surely they'll gun for her first and he can escape while they're distracted. ]
And it's not like I don't put in effort? I know what works for me and I make that happen, I just know my limits. Objectively. It's lame when someone's trying too hard when there's no point to it.
I see! Now that you mention it, you're right. I wonder why "older brother" was not on my list. Perhaps I'll see if it can be updated. I'd certainly do my best to play the role well, since my younger siblings mean everything to me.
Though I think playing that role would make me miss them even more dearly than I already do, so perhaps it is for the best...
That's hard to say. 'Warrior' is the most accurate to what I would call myself. Do you also fight? I assume so, based on 'thug', but I may be wrong.
Esikko. Good to meet you, if only through these devices.
That really does sound like a complicated problem. I'm sorry that you are experiencing it. Perhaps we should speak in person? I have some questions, but I think discretion is better, considering our environment is a bit constrained.
[aka: they're all trapped in here together and everyone can read this]
[Maybe it he ever becomes a half-dragon again, they'll get the chance to engage that interesting dragon kink? now, there is a dragon's body model in the wings covering a fuck machine if reno wants to go that implied direction Bakugo snaps and tugs the clasps and threads of his boot to loosen the item, then tugs it free and casually tosses it behind him with zero care. His second follows before he plants one hand on a crystal rim and quick-gallop-slings himself over, going almost full horizontal clearing it. A pleasant mixture of "whuff" and "squish" meet his hips and legs as he lands in the soft gel-like material and slides along its incline.
While he accepted people's decisions not to be with him thanks to his age, bringing it up as a negative always set him off and boom! explodes into yelling and snarls. Opinionated as ever. But no matter what the hotel encourages or influences him to do, Bakugo's never going to take advantage of someone or force himself on anyone, hence his question to Reno earlier. Too bad the guy missed out on the paint clone event, where he could've met Bakugo at a nice age of 24. (Hint hint... either years later and he's still no different in the attitude department.) But more on that later, when they're not settling in a crystaline bowl of abalone smooth squish.]
Haa? This is a bed, Mascara. You think only mattresses and frames count? [Taunting him as he stands up on the slippery surface, feet sinking into the memory-foam-like material if he bothers staying still for more than a second. He rolls one arm at the shoulder and heads towards Reno, half haughty, half stalking.]
The unusual appearance of those owl-people was mostly going ignored by the troll; by his metric, they really didn't seem all that odd at all. Even G'raha wasn't all that strange to him; honestly, he reminds Karmin a bit of the olive-blooded tribespeople, though his hues were much warmer.
The attitude presented is also a breath of fresh air, and Karmin can only smile more openly as he replies, "Karmin Vantas. It's a pleasure to meet you."
When G'raha leans closer, Karmin realizes that he must be cold in his getup, and moves to accommodate, making a space against him where the cushions had already warmed substantially. It certainly helps him here that he's an affectionate person, and welcoming in someone that he's only just met has been a long-standing pattern. What he was scripted to do next was really only an additional step further.
"You could tell me a little bit about yourself. What you'd like, at least; I'd like this to be enjoyable after all." Subtly shifting his role in the script into a more gracious sort of "demon king", as the domineering figure it first suggested didn't necessarily feel right to him.
[ if there's one thing blade has in spades, it's patience. he waits at tomura's side until he finally glances up to read the prompter and understand what it is blade is asking of him—and while it doesn't show on his face, internally blade finds himself vaguely amused by the scowl that tomura wears as he finally obeys, lifting himself up out of the chair so blade can sit beneath him. although their interaction earlier had been fairly limited, blade gets the impression that tomura knows his way around video games—is he frowning because he'd rather actually play without being distracted by sex in the process?
well, he's just going to have to do his best. blade takes a seat in the chair, spreading his thighs just slightly to make a comfortable seat for tomura, then reaches out to touch his hip and guide him back to sit again. the position leaves tomura's thighs slightly spread too, his back resting against blade's chest, and there's enough of a difference in their heights that blade has no trouble seeing the screen over tomura's shoulder.
fortunately for tomura, at least for the time being there's no more cringy porn dialogue to be delivered. instead, blade just wraps one arm around tomura's waist to hold him in place, his hand slipping under the soft material of tomura's e-girl shirt to press against his stomach. after that, though, blade makes no further attempt at distraction—not yet, anyway. ]
Go ahead, [ he says instead, his voice a low rumble against tomura's back. ] Get started.
[ blade will get to work eventually, but he'll at least give tomura enough time to start up the game and get comfortable playing it before he really ramps things up. ]
[Kinich isn't the first person to gawk at his explosions; he's pretty free with using them to accent his words or express his emotions, from threatening to frustrations. And he'd rather this bastard help him get out of the damn costume, or at least reveal the oncoming shit way of getting it off, than stare at his hand like that! He'll give him a close-up view with sensory engagement if he keeps this crap going! Fingers clench, a much larger explosion going off and getting crushed in his palm together.
Angry and frustrated, blazing red eyes glare hot daggers at the other man's green-screened expression, lips curling at the thing's sputtering and protests. What the hell? He's gone all over the watch and hasn't found anything simulating an AI service or virtual "pet" option. A feature of Kinich's normal powers from home? Looks like a damn old-school arcade game.]
Urusei! Aren't you high and mighty for being trapped in a fucking watch, you retro-block shit face! [Fuck, he even talks like one of those badly-translated vintage games from ancient consoles! SNES era boss. And Kinich controls him? Or owns him...]
What is it, some kind of summon from your world? [It'd make Kinich one of the growing handful of "summoner" guests from various worlds. Seems to be a popular power.] There's a mute option on the watch, idiot. Shut it up.
[He's absolutely gunning for a fight, being a smartass and all. But this punk kid is bringing out his more childish side that wants to be a dick and mess with him. Seeing as how they're both dressed finally - no more skimpy robes and underwear, thank goodness! - he starts to follow Bakugo, although he takes his time and pauses at the doorway, peering cautiously out at all the crazy goings on. He's never seen a movie set before, but her can get a rough idea given what their own trailer was like before a certain blond blew it to smithereens.]
Well, it sure ain't the Ritz! What kind of resort goes around kidnapping and trapping people, huh? [It's a bit overwhelming to see so many people racing this way and that, and given that unless this guy is spiritually sensitive, that means that everyone here might be able to see him... It makes Yato nervous enough to hesitate even with the barked orders.]
I'm coming, I'm coming, geez, you're pushy and demanding...
[Despite his misgivings, he sidles up beside Bakugo, hands going into his pockets as he hunches his shoulders slightly and glances around.]
[ OOC: heyo! i think i might like to keep things gen for now! i know ya girl isn't The Sakura, but given i am canonblind i'm more unsure how i might feel about smutting, given my age prefs. regardless, happy to carry on a thread either way! ]
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[ The costar they'd found for him is a cute little thing. That could be said without personal tastes involved: objectively cute, decked out in all the gear of a sugary-sweet, magical heroine. Not the kind of "hero" and not the kind of genre he's the most familiar with, but—what more is a Demon Lord meant to do anyway? Look imposing, put up some token argumentation, fight and lose—or fight and win. It seems there's more than a few movies that salivate over the hero's corruption.
Though this girl has certainly been given A Script... Unbidden by any cue, Tomura scoffs. He can't help it—it had been like a reflex, like tapping one's knee. Where has he heard that kind of cliche before? ]
Be my friend? And what is that meant to accomplish?
[ At least they're putting a little bit of effort into the dialogue, despite every movie being shot being an obvious porno. He hopes the script will stay the course, or he might seriously choke on some corny line about embracing the heroine's kindness—or whatever. As it is now, there's at least some kind of believability to his performance—though it might be more accurate to say that any inflection or emotion is simply his actual skepticism of her lines leaking through. ]
[ after he and dan heng had parted ways in the dank hallway underneath the resort, blade had done his utmost to put the memory from his mind entirely—to forget about the ghost of his dead lover and the man he used to be, the fact that now the one man he's sworn to destroy is privy to something so secret and tender. he'd done a good job of it, too, at least until now, but of course as he looks at the fall of dan heng's hair over the delicate scaffolding of his shoulders blade can't help but remember it all in detail.
he snorts in response. it's meant to be a derisive sound but it comes out mostly wry. ]
They needed someone who could handle a sword.
[ and they both know blade is the man for the job. maybe before their shared experience in the punishment room, there would have been some cruelty in the way blade says it—because of course dan heng knows blade can handle a sword, when dan heng has been on the business end of it so many times. but instead, while there's an edge to the words, it sounds almost... rote, like something blade adds because he knows he should, but not entirely because he means it.
no, no. of course he means it. dan heng's death is still his ultimate goal, and not even the pressures of a place like this will be enough to sway him.
blade manages to untie the ribbon fastened behind dan heng's neck, then lowers his hand to work on the even smaller metal fastenings holding the bodice around his ribcage. for some reason, the thought of what kind of movie dan heng might have been filming in an outfit like this is beginning to piss him off. ]
Well? [ he asks, even though he shouldn't and also he knows he's going to hate whatever dan heng says. ] Did you enjoy yourself?
I mean - it seemed like I surprised you so - I didn't think so???
[ You'd think he'd get used to tiny creatures with inscrutable standards for etiquette by now but no. Her sudden indignation puts him instantly on the back foot. ]
I'm sure there are lots of people who appreciate our work! We're not just expedient slabs of meat!
[ That second part was definitely more about him... ]
[ the genuine irritation in manuela's voice is both surprising and familiar. she'd sounded exactly like this the first time they'd met, her tone cutting and sardonic over the insult he'd paid her, but after their last meeting blade hadn't thought she cared any more—at least, not nearly enough to be angry about it still. and if that were to be the case, blade himself had tried not to care as well, so that they could pass each other in the hallway without another glance—but instead here he is, lifting his gaze from the plate in front of him to regard manuela with a long stare.
that's the thing, isn't it? why is she the only one upset? maybe it was his mistake to trust her, and that's why the room had forced him to spit out his deepest secrets, only to have them picked up and wielded against him. well, it is his fault in the end, isn't it. his sins are his own burden, and a weapon doesn't deserve anyone's friendship to begin with. more the fool him for forgetting his place. ]
Don't start, [ blade finds himself saying. it's partway scripted, but not entirely; he's no actor, but maybe with an assist from the setup he's finding himself at least able to meet her in the middle. ] As if you're dying to spend time with me these days?
[omg yay... I would love to keep their previous tdm cr and as for prefs, I don't have too many. I do think them doing one of the short films together would be fun though!]
In person would be perfect. I'm an Ace rank, so I'll send you my room number so that we can have a nice, comfortable meeting. Unless you'd prefer elsewhere, of course; I'm open to wherever you'd like.
[ ah, dan heng, meanwhile, recognizes this man rather quickly. quincy - they'd spoken briefly over the network not so long ago. the man who knows how to build a house. dan heng had glanced over his profile, but pictures hardly do him justice, tall and broad and handsome as he is in person. unfortunately, dan heng has a bit of a weakness for tall men with fat tits..
so. this could definitely be worse. they don't know one another very well at all, not by a longshot, but at least he's dan heng's type. not that he would admit to having a type.
anyway, he can't help the way that his eyes sweep down quincy's body, drawn to sharp lines and planes of muscle and bone, his strong shoulders and arms, and.. exactly what that jock strap only barely holds back. despite himself, he feels a warm tightening between his thighs. the light aphrodisiacs in his clothing help. ]
I fear no man's blade. There is only one way to satisfy me enough to persuade me.
[ he says, a little stiffly, but he's trying. leaning back on his hands, dan heng's long tail gives a light thump against the bed, pleased by what he is seeing. ]
( WONDERFUL. and as much as i adore the idea of him as a househusband, i think maybe with manuela it might be triggering lfmksmds 😭 what about sexy handyman or fitness instructor? )
["I'm not picky," she said, and yet Rin is pushing the tablet back to him. Her hand brushing up against his. Her skin is warm. Soft. She sits up rather than allowing herself to continue reclining. Dark, wavy hair falls forward to obscure her nipples, and the fabric of her skirt falls back on the tops of her legs.]
Pass. He looks like the kind of guy who knows how pretty he is, and that's the most annoying kind of person. Who would be into the sort of vanity that leaves a person without substance on the inside? I'd get more angry than turned on.
[Instead of being an absolute princess of pillow mountain, Rin starts reaching for the sack of items meant to help them out. Small hands with nails fashioned into claws search like a raccoon through trash. Everything is worth looking at once, but not all of it is worth keeping. Like the little wand that delivers an electric shock? She flicks it away. This young man doesn't bring the right vibe for that kind of play.]
The nobility has been one of the most powerful institutions in my homeland for over a thousand years, and I was raised to follow in those footsteps. And yet, there I was, fighting for a world where they would no longer be necessary.
It is a strange feeling, both scary and exciting. There is an opportunity to build something new that benefits the many and not just the few, yet at the same time, I am dismantling the very thing that has defined me since I was born.
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