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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.
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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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you got it! it kind of feels like a part of me is missing without it which is why i'd really like to get it back that and it's pretty cool too guess i'll have to ask around more even if this whole place kind of gives me the creeps
Now you've made me interested in meeting Arvess myself. You must be formidable as a warrior.
[oh are we small talking about something else now]
It isn't so bad, once you get accustomed to the House's requirements. Though... admittedly, I'm also new. I don't know if my opinion holds up to those who have been here longer.
those other people don't know what they're missing how else are you supposed to get better if you're not always challenging people bigger and stronger than you are? but great! are you busy now or should we wait until later
Oh, have you heard about the filming sets? We may need to be careful that we don't run into anything like that. Well, unless you wouldn't be opposed to playing a role.
I suppose I haven't been trying that hard to avoid them. In any case, I'll meet you there.
[Time for him to abandon the set he was currently on — though, to be fair, everyone was enjoying a break at the refreshment tables, so they shouldn't miss him for the next little while. He doesn't feel too badly about it, since to him the priority will always be getting stronger. And if he's found an opponent as willing to fight him as this, why would he waste any time?
About halfway on his walk to the Talon facilities, he realizes he doesn't know what she looks like, so he's not going to be able to spot her. He'll have to rely on being approached, seeing as it was his own resume put up on the network. (And she had called him pretty.) Oh well.
When he enters the cool air of the larger gynasium room, Childe is still dressed in his costume from the previous set, so he sticks out like a sore thumb around the other guests in athletic clothing. He does spot a film crew on the other side of the gym, but unless they approach first, they should be safe.]
Unfortunately, again, the throngs of people crowding the halls in pursuit of production perfection means it takes a little bit for Childe's opponent for the day to finally spot him—especially when she's as short as she is, a near whole foot shorter than him that he'll certainly notice once she jogs over, one hand lifted in greeting. Slender, with her blonde hair pulled up in twin pigtails and dressed in a form-fitting crop top and leggings, she doesn't look particularly threatening. ]
You're the pretty boy, right? [ what was it again...... ] Tartaglia?
[ very sad you didn't put childe on his resume so she could have called him chill-day ]
[The height difference is immediately stark, but it's not something that Childe would ever hold against someone, especially if they intend to be his opponent. He's been proven wrong in the past — so he knows better than to judge appearances right from the start. Though, it's true that she's certainly different from the kind of warriors he's more accustomed to sparring.]
Oh, I'm glad you managed to find me. [uwa call him pretty boy more] You know, on the walk over here I realized that I didn't get your name. I'm not usually so careless.
[ Up close, he's just as pretty as the picture, though she's more interested in the form beneath the regal outfit he wears. Not big and hulking like Vaseraga but lean instead—inasfar far as she can tell anyway. A good match-up, she thinks, and one she won't feel bad losing to if that should happen. ]
Ah, sorry, my bad. [ Time to puff out her chest and lift up her chin in pride. ] Zeta, wielder of the spear Arvess and one of the Society's finest agents, at your service.
[ And with that out of the way, she waves for him to follow her to an empty patch on the far side of the gym, though neither of them make it very far before (predictably) they're once again swarmed by a small camera crew, the spindly fellow in front gesticulating quickly as he desperately throws his film pitch (something about a pair of star-crossed lovers who fight to the death without realizing who the other is) at them both, voice growing louder and higher the more Zeta tries to cut him off.
[There's sincerity in how he meets that introduction, no part of him doubting whether she lives up to the standing it suggests, even if he doesn't know the who this 'Society' is. Being an agent tells him enough, since it's also something he considers for himself — an agent of the Fatui, loyal to the Tsaritsa.]
I look forward to meeting your blade on the battlefield, even if it is not the spear you call Arvess. I hope one day that you can get it back.
[He's not particularly devoted to any individual weapon, but he can see why someone else would be — when you train enough with a tool, it must be easy to get attached. Anyway, he moves to follow her but is not all that surprised when they get accosted by another film crew.
Zeta does her best trying to ward them off, but eventually he intercedes, smiling broadly.]
Hmm, something like this... Should we wear masks to conceal our identities? [The film director, thrilled at his interest, reappears with an array of glittery options, one of the costumers and makeup artists not far behind.] I suppose we should get changed first. Are you all right reconvening in a few minutes, Zeta? We can still have our battle, [yes he just talks about sparring like this] on the premise of a more elaborate story. It could be fun.
[ Pretty and charming, definitely someone to watch out for. Or, he would be if she weren't largely immune to such things. If he wants to impress her, he better put on a good fight in the ring. And while she normally wouldn't prefer a whole production centered around her, if they're going to make her look good then....maybe it won't be the worst thing in the world.
So she waves a hand dismissively, at both Childe and the production lead with his big puppy dog eyes, and reaches out to grab a bright red sequined mask for herself. ]
Sure, sure, as long as it doesn't take too long. Guess I'll probably have to get changed for it, huh... See you in a few minutes then!
[ Time to shuffle along, though not before their pesky interloper interjects once more, reminding her to put on something easily removable for the end scene where they both demonstrate just how true their love for each other is. (Spoilers: they don't end up permanently dead.)
His words go in one ear and out the other, though luckily for everyone involved she's in something appropriately skimpy anyway when she returns, the short skirt barely covering her ass and all the other leather bits revealing more than concealing with how form fitting they are.
She doesn't seem to mind, her trademark grin still present on her face when she pops back out, though the rest of her face is appropriately covered by her chosen mask. ]
[Off she goes. Childe gives a half-hearted sigh as he's led to his own respective changing tent, changing out of the former pirate outfit and into one a little more suitable — though perhaps more elegant than he expects. Then he heads back out to meet Zeta, a bit abashed by the insistence of the makeup artist to comb his hair, though she soon learns those ginger flyaways can't be tamed.]
Aren't we meant to be battling? I don't want to ruin these clothes...
[Haha. Anyway, he does also select a mask to match Zeta's, this one adorned with white sequins instead of red. And when he sees her — yes, he stares for a few moments longer than necessary, because she looks stunning. Perhaps a bit scantily dressed, but can he be surprised given where they are?]
Wow, you look incredible. Although now I'm wondering if I should have asked for armor myself. [Is he just raw dogging this? Maybe.] Shall we select our weapons?
[Practice weapons are arrayed on the wall nearby — nothing with a real blade, but enough to make it seem deadly, likely aided by special effects.]
[ Flattery will not get Childe all the way, but it sure gives him a few extra bonus points in her book. She preens under his gaze, propping her hands on her hips to strike a momentary pose. ]
Thanks! It's a little tighter than I'd like, but we'll be out of these soon enough. [ Unless their fight drags on but in that case she'll be too preoccupied to care. Speaking of: ] If you're worried, I can hold back.
[ Half-teasing, but also a little serious. She's here for a good time but also a long time; how's she supposed to spar with him again if they accidentally break an arm or a leg?
But he doesn't seem too worried so she won't be either. If he does know what he's doing, then he should know his own limits as well. So it's off to inspect the weapons on display then, even if most of them are purely for show. She hums lightly to herself, carefully looking over each and every one, before finally grabbing a simple spear. Wooden, undecorated, but it feels sturdy in her hand and with a balanced weight that makes itself known as she gives it a few practice twirls. ]
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it kind of feels like a part of me is missing without it which is why i'd really like to get it back
that and it's pretty cool too
guess i'll have to ask around more
even if this whole place kind of gives me the creeps
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[oh are we small talking about something else now]
It isn't so bad, once you get accustomed to the House's requirements. Though... admittedly, I'm also new. I don't know if my opinion holds up to those who have been here longer.
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i'm not so sure about that...
but if you ever wanna spar just let me know!
i could use a good fight to warm me up
plus i'd like to see how good you are too
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Of course, I'm definitely amenable. [wow he buckled fast] What are your conditions? For the battle, I mean.
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[ all beauty, no brawn?? ]
how about
no weapons, hand to hand, anything goes
unless you know where to find weapons around here?
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[??? why is she apologizing]
Only practice weapons at the moment. So if you intend to fight to first blood, they may not be very effective.
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let's skip the practice weapons then
it's no fun holding back
now we just gotta find a place
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Talon would have plenty of space, if you've visited yet.
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how else are you supposed to get better if you're not always challenging people bigger and stronger than you are?
but great!
are you busy now or should we wait until later
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[❤️_❤️]
Even if I was busy, I'd make time for you.
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but i'll meet you at talon
[ sorry to turn your easy text thread into action ]
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Oh, have you heard about the filming sets? We may need to be careful that we don't run into anything like that. Well, unless you wouldn't be opposed to playing a role.
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i did see them around but they shouldnt be that hard to avoid right?
[ haha ]
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I suppose I haven't been trying that hard to avoid them. In any case, I'll meet you there.
[Time for him to abandon the set he was currently on — though, to be fair, everyone was enjoying a break at the refreshment tables, so they shouldn't miss him for the next little while. He doesn't feel too badly about it, since to him the priority will always be getting stronger. And if he's found an opponent as willing to fight him as this, why would he waste any time?
About halfway on his walk to the Talon facilities, he realizes he doesn't know what she looks like, so he's not going to be able to spot her. He'll have to rely on being approached, seeing as it was his own resume put up on the network. (And she had called him pretty.) Oh well.
When he enters the cool air of the larger gynasium room, Childe is still dressed in his costume from the previous set, so he sticks out like a sore thumb around the other guests in athletic clothing. He does spot a film crew on the other side of the gym, but unless they approach first, they should be safe.]
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Unfortunately, again, the throngs of people crowding the halls in pursuit of production perfection means it takes a little bit for Childe's opponent for the day to finally spot him—especially when she's as short as she is, a near whole foot shorter than him that he'll certainly notice once she jogs over, one hand lifted in greeting. Slender, with her blonde hair pulled up in twin pigtails and dressed in a form-fitting crop top and leggings, she doesn't look particularly threatening. ]
You're the pretty boy, right? [ what was it again...... ] Tartaglia?
[ very sad you didn't put childe on his resume so she could have called him chill-day ]
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Oh, I'm glad you managed to find me. [uwa call him pretty boy more] You know, on the walk over here I realized that I didn't get your name. I'm not usually so careless.
[Just... excited about fighting...]
What should I call you?
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Ah, sorry, my bad. [ Time to puff out her chest and lift up her chin in pride. ] Zeta, wielder of the spear Arvess and one of the Society's finest agents, at your service.
[ And with that out of the way, she waves for him to follow her to an empty patch on the far side of the gym, though neither of them make it very far before (predictably) they're once again swarmed by a small camera crew, the spindly fellow in front gesticulating quickly as he desperately throws his film pitch (something about a pair of star-crossed lovers who fight to the death without realizing who the other is) at them both, voice growing louder and higher the more Zeta tries to cut him off.
Sighing, she glances over at Childe. ]
Well? What do you think?
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[There's sincerity in how he meets that introduction, no part of him doubting whether she lives up to the standing it suggests, even if he doesn't know the who this 'Society' is. Being an agent tells him enough, since it's also something he considers for himself — an agent of the Fatui, loyal to the Tsaritsa.]
I look forward to meeting your blade on the battlefield, even if it is not the spear you call Arvess. I hope one day that you can get it back.
[He's not particularly devoted to any individual weapon, but he can see why someone else would be — when you train enough with a tool, it must be easy to get attached. Anyway, he moves to follow her but is not all that surprised when they get accosted by another film crew.
Zeta does her best trying to ward them off, but eventually he intercedes, smiling broadly.]
Hmm, something like this... Should we wear masks to conceal our identities? [The film director, thrilled at his interest, reappears with an array of glittery options, one of the costumers and makeup artists not far behind.] I suppose we should get changed first. Are you all right reconvening in a few minutes, Zeta? We can still have our battle, [yes he just talks about sparring like this] on the premise of a more elaborate story. It could be fun.
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So she waves a hand dismissively, at both Childe and the production lead with his big puppy dog eyes, and reaches out to grab a bright red sequined mask for herself. ]
Sure, sure, as long as it doesn't take too long. Guess I'll probably have to get changed for it, huh... See you in a few minutes then!
[ Time to shuffle along, though not before their pesky interloper interjects once more, reminding her to put on something easily removable for the end scene where they both demonstrate just how true their love for each other is. (Spoilers: they don't end up permanently dead.)
His words go in one ear and out the other, though luckily for everyone involved she's in something appropriately skimpy anyway when she returns, the short skirt barely covering her ass and all the other leather bits revealing more than concealing with how form fitting they are.
She doesn't seem to mind, her trademark grin still present on her face when she pops back out, though the rest of her face is appropriately covered by her chosen mask. ]
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Aren't we meant to be battling? I don't want to ruin these clothes...
[Haha. Anyway, he does also select a mask to match Zeta's, this one adorned with white sequins instead of red. And when he sees her — yes, he stares for a few moments longer than necessary, because she looks stunning. Perhaps a bit scantily dressed, but can he be surprised given where they are?]
Wow, you look incredible. Although now I'm wondering if I should have asked for armor myself. [Is he just raw dogging this? Maybe.] Shall we select our weapons?
[Practice weapons are arrayed on the wall nearby — nothing with a real blade, but enough to make it seem deadly, likely aided by special effects.]
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Thanks! It's a little tighter than I'd like, but we'll be out of these soon enough. [ Unless their fight drags on but in that case she'll be too preoccupied to care. Speaking of: ] If you're worried, I can hold back.
[ Half-teasing, but also a little serious. She's here for a good time but also a long time; how's she supposed to spar with him again if they accidentally break an arm or a leg?
But he doesn't seem too worried so she won't be either. If he does know what he's doing, then he should know his own limits as well. So it's off to inspect the weapons on display then, even if most of them are purely for show. She hums lightly to herself, carefully looking over each and every one, before finally grabbing a simple spear. Wooden, undecorated, but it feels sturdy in her hand and with a balanced weight that makes itself known as she gives it a few practice twirls. ]
This one'll do.