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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.
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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[ He manages to stay still with his arms held out as Blade starts tugging at the straps ... mostly because he's distracted by the thought that this guy seriously feels like he fell out of a movie. One of those older martial arts movies that his dad used to watch a long time ago. Something about his general attitude and vibe just feel dramatic. And while that's the sort of thing that'd be deeply cringe coming from most people, this guy pulls it off, somehow.
It's ... cool, he guesses.
Blade might not know it, but Fuuta's a little more well-behaved than he usually is in the fact of that solemn poise, only pursing his lips instead of yapping defensively the moment he's given the first excuse to. ]
No ... but most people don't, where I'm from. [ A little grunt when he feels the plate cinch closer to his body. ] Only as, like, a sport. Not for actual fighting. And I did a different sport, so I've never done anything with swords.
[ He hasn't actually touched a soccer ball in years, but Blade doesn't need to know that. Also, he's going to change the subject from sports, anyway. ]
... you wanna show me, then? [ Wait, that sounds too earnest. Clear of the throat before he adds: ] I mean, even if we're background extras, it'd still be better if I looked like I knew what I was doing. And they haven't done much to prep me for this role. So if you wanted to show me some stuff I could copy, it might get this job finished faster, you know?
[ both of the times they've met so far have been somewhat unusual circumstances, so blade has no reason to believe that fuuta is usually badly behaved... he just thinks that he's like this all the time. at least he's standing still and letting blade fix the issues with his armor, and at least he's talking, which is nice, and helps blade not think too much about previous times he's done this. ]
A sport. [ how would that even be scored? for hitting someone else with your blade? they probably don't fight with live steel, blade figures, but the rest of it evades him. people in the xianzhou alliance learned swordplay for practical reasons, not for athletics.
having done what he can to fix fuuta's too-big armor, blade takes a step back and then crosses his arms across his chest as he considers the question. he's not so good at deciding whether someone is earnest or not based only on tone of voice, but even the way fuuta explains it does sound like it's something he actually wants to learn, even if there's a more immediate practical benefit to the instruction.
after a long pause, blade says, ] ...Okay.
[ he unsheathes his sword again. even if the edge is dull, the ring of steel is familiar, settling in a way. he holds his up, gripping it expertly, and gestures for fuuta to imitate so blade can teach him the proper way to hold a sword of that size in the first place. ]
[ The pause sure does last a long time. Just long enough that Fuuta fixes a nervous look on him, wondering if maybe he'd made a mistake in daring to express any sort of interest -- being interested in stuff is lame, after all. Caring is lame. Asking for a demonstration of any sort? So lame. Just when he opens his mouth to take it back, though, and maybe bluster something about how never mind, it's not like he needs to try that hard for this stupid movie anyway, he just wanted something to kill the time ... Blade responds.
Fuuta ends up deflating a little with an awkward little huff, capped off with a stifled grumble. ]
Yeah? C-cool.
[ Fuck, his voice wobbled a little there. Why is this so embarrassing. And then another brief pause before he realizes Blade's waiting for him to pull out his sword, too.
It's hardly graceful when Fuuta hurriedly yanks his (fake) sword out of its scabbard, but at least he doesn't look like a completely hopeless case. His initial stance is horrendous, but after a moment of squinting at Blade, he manages to correct into a passable imitation of how he's standing. Then looks to Blade, awaiting further instruction. ... Blade manages to make it look so much cooler and easier. ]
[ sorry, fuuta—it's not you, it's him. hopefully the way that blade moves to help correct fuuta's grip and stance will help to make up for it, his focus seeming somehow sharper now that they're engaged in something blade knows well and understands clearly. he puts his own sword down to shift fuuta's hands a little, making his grip stronger and more steady; he steps up closer and uses one of his own feet to nudge fuuta's a little wider apart, giving him a more solid stance. ]
Not bad, [ blade says. it's clear that fuuta is new to this, but if nothing else, he has a good eye for copying blade's own posture, and that puts him a step above total beginner in blade's opinion. ] Now follow me.
[ standing side by side, although carefully out of range of any errant swings of fuuta's sword, blade slowly demonstrates a few basic moves for fuuta to follow along. a couple attacks, a couple blocks—nothing fancy, just very basic functional swordplay that would allow him to defend himself against an inexperienced attacker. ]
[ 'Not bad' isn't a whole lot as far as compliments go, but Blade might still notice the way Fuuta perks up a little bit, standing up just a touch straighter as he grips firmly at his sword. Heh. Not bad. And this is his first time doing anything like this, so -- he's doing fine, right? Good. Not that he cares! This is just something silly he's only doing for this dumb movie! But still. Good to know he's probably not going to flub anything.
(He thought to himself, taunting fate.)
Either way, 'not bad' ends up being a pretty accurate assessment. Fuuta's movements are definitely unpolished and a little hesitant, strained especially when he has to make any moves that tug at his damaged ribcage, but his intuition isn't the worst; he wasn't lying about having done sports in the past. And with those basic moves competently mimicked, of course he makes the fatal mistake of getting just a little cocky: ]
So, uh. You got anything a little cooler? Like -- you know. A finishing move or something. Nothing too hard, but in case I gotta do something for the camera.
[ he is doing fine, definitely. coming from blade, the least emotive man in the universe, "not bad" is high praise—if fuuta were truly bad at it blade would probably just walk away. but despite how some movements are clearly easier for him than others, and despite some uncertainty in how to carry through, he is mostly holding his own and that's worth note.
at the very least, he hasn't embarrassed himself. —yet, blade thinks, also taunting fate.
the request for a "finishing move" makes the corners of blade's mouth twitch, because real sword fights are rarely that choreographed, but he more or less understands what fuuta means. he doesn't get the impression that fuuta has any particular powers, or at least nothing that would allow him to do the kind of "finishing" moves that blade usually employs, so instead he shifts his stance into something that would be easier for someone to do on the ground. ]
Watch carefully.
[ it's a little flashier than what blade had demonstrated before, requires a little bit more footwork—but it should at least look cooler, if that's what fuuta is after. ]
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It's ... cool, he guesses.
Blade might not know it, but Fuuta's a little more well-behaved than he usually is in the fact of that solemn poise, only pursing his lips instead of yapping defensively the moment he's given the first excuse to. ]
No ... but most people don't, where I'm from. [ A little grunt when he feels the plate cinch closer to his body. ] Only as, like, a sport. Not for actual fighting. And I did a different sport, so I've never done anything with swords.
[ He hasn't actually touched a soccer ball in years, but Blade doesn't need to know that. Also, he's going to change the subject from sports, anyway. ]
... you wanna show me, then? [ Wait, that sounds too earnest. Clear of the throat before he adds: ] I mean, even if we're background extras, it'd still be better if I looked like I knew what I was doing. And they haven't done much to prep me for this role. So if you wanted to show me some stuff I could copy, it might get this job finished faster, you know?
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A sport. [ how would that even be scored? for hitting someone else with your blade? they probably don't fight with live steel, blade figures, but the rest of it evades him. people in the xianzhou alliance learned swordplay for practical reasons, not for athletics.
having done what he can to fix fuuta's too-big armor, blade takes a step back and then crosses his arms across his chest as he considers the question. he's not so good at deciding whether someone is earnest or not based only on tone of voice, but even the way fuuta explains it does sound like it's something he actually wants to learn, even if there's a more immediate practical benefit to the instruction.
after a long pause, blade says, ] ...Okay.
[ he unsheathes his sword again. even if the edge is dull, the ring of steel is familiar, settling in a way. he holds his up, gripping it expertly, and gestures for fuuta to imitate so blade can teach him the proper way to hold a sword of that size in the first place. ]
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Fuuta ends up deflating a little with an awkward little huff, capped off with a stifled grumble. ]
Yeah? C-cool.
[ Fuck, his voice wobbled a little there. Why is this so embarrassing. And then another brief pause before he realizes Blade's waiting for him to pull out his sword, too.
It's hardly graceful when Fuuta hurriedly yanks his (fake) sword out of its scabbard, but at least he doesn't look like a completely hopeless case. His initial stance is horrendous, but after a moment of squinting at Blade, he manages to correct into a passable imitation of how he's standing. Then looks to Blade, awaiting further instruction. ... Blade manages to make it look so much cooler and easier. ]
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Not bad, [ blade says. it's clear that fuuta is new to this, but if nothing else, he has a good eye for copying blade's own posture, and that puts him a step above total beginner in blade's opinion. ] Now follow me.
[ standing side by side, although carefully out of range of any errant swings of fuuta's sword, blade slowly demonstrates a few basic moves for fuuta to follow along. a couple attacks, a couple blocks—nothing fancy, just very basic functional swordplay that would allow him to defend himself against an inexperienced attacker. ]
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(He thought to himself, taunting fate.)
Either way, 'not bad' ends up being a pretty accurate assessment. Fuuta's movements are definitely unpolished and a little hesitant, strained especially when he has to make any moves that tug at his damaged ribcage, but his intuition isn't the worst; he wasn't lying about having done sports in the past. And with those basic moves competently mimicked, of course he makes the fatal mistake of getting just a little cocky: ]
So, uh. You got anything a little cooler? Like -- you know. A finishing move or something. Nothing too hard, but in case I gotta do something for the camera.
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at the very least, he hasn't embarrassed himself. —yet, blade thinks, also taunting fate.
the request for a "finishing move" makes the corners of blade's mouth twitch, because real sword fights are rarely that choreographed, but he more or less understands what fuuta means. he doesn't get the impression that fuuta has any particular powers, or at least nothing that would allow him to do the kind of "finishing" moves that blade usually employs, so instead he shifts his stance into something that would be easier for someone to do on the ground. ]
Watch carefully.
[ it's a little flashier than what blade had demonstrated before, requires a little bit more footwork—but it should at least look cooler, if that's what fuuta is after. ]