【 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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[ He's still looking over his shoulder at first, making sure that none of the staff are cottoning onto their escape. And despite the strange circumstances, it does heighten the realism for him in a way. He'd never skipped class back in middle or high school, but -- he can imagine this is what it might have felt like, if he did. If he'd had someone to do it with. Keeping ears sharp for the sound of a "teacher's" shouting as he squeezes tight at a hand.
The thought has the corner of his lips quirking up a touch, even as he starts tugging Dabi around the closest corner, deeper into the set. Maybe it's because they built this thing to cover multiple movies, but it's really a lot bigger than he anticipated. ]
I don't get stammery. [ Of course he shoots Dabi an indignant look over his shoulder. Good thing he doesn't even try to protest the accusation of being blushy by this point, because there's already a flush of color to his cheeks. ] And I don't get the point of that kabe-don stuff. Isn't that just a shoujo manga thing? If someone actually did that, in real life, that'd be some sort of ... intimidation? Like any girl's gonna want a guy getting all up in her space like that.
[ His usual brand of snippy 'hmph' as he peeks around a doorway. Just a standard empty classroom, it seems? Except there's a tarp laid out on the floor in anticipation of ... fluids, probably. Nope. ]
It's not like I was looking for anything in particular, but ... I thought it'd be fun if we could do something stereotypical, you know. The stuff people are always saying, 'that's what youth is about?' Hanging out behind the school building? [ That seems like the sort of semi-delinquent thing Dabi might have done, had he been an actual student. ] Or ... um. [ Actually, this is harder to think of than he anticipated, given he didn't really hang out with people that much during school. He'd never really found a crowd he felt that comfortable with. ] Eating lunch on the rooftop? Although I guess they wouldn't have that here ...
[ The next doorway he peeks around has him perking up, though, before he tugs Dabi's hand to get him to follow in.
It's a close enough approximation of a science lab, with lab benches and all. Quiet and empty for now. Fuuta shoots Dabi a nervous little grin over his shoulder. ] How 'bout here. Feels like we're not supposed to be here.
( naturally, fuuta has to give his own personal indignation against all the childish, creepy romance tropes--he would expect nothing less, at this point. rather, his brows simply lift in feigned exaggeration, like he doesn't quite believe what he's saying; given the way that fuuta had gotten in the elevator, and later, just outside his suite door, around halloween--it's a memory he's not forgetting, something that he thinks would be the exact proof that slamming him up against a wall would actually prove pretty effective. better to keep his observations to himself, or they might work against him. instead, tethered and contented, he only drags his heels a little as they skid through the hallway, pausing here and there to check rooms.
he only gets to see them in the aftermath, as fuuta's pulling him away; a glance spared to this empty classroom, and the next, head tilted longingly like he might just drag them both into one if it takes too long.
is this what youth is about? it's a little curious to think of it from fuuta's perspective; hadn't he just lived a normal life, back home, until everything had happened? does he think back on his time in middle school, or high school, and wish he could have done things differently? maybe he does. it makes him pick up his feet, a little, as though agreeing to the pace that fuuta keeps so they don't get caught; if there's something that he can do to give fuuta even a little of something more, something favorable, something that he might look back on instead of those times, he wants to do it.
as they crowd in against the next doorway, he pins himself at fuuta's back, looking over his shoulder into the room. )
Definitely somewhere we're not supposed to be. ( he agrees, a low murmur near fuuta's ear, before he lets go of his hand; it's only so that he can palm at his back, pushing him forward into the room. ) Go get comfy on one of the tables.
( loftily, as he comes in behind fuuta, reaching slightly for the door so that he can gently tug it after them: not shut, that would be too obvious, but creaked open just enough to be natural. there's a desk at the front, set up in front of a large whiteboard, and he slides in towards it with one hand in his pocket, the other immediately dragging open the desk drawers like he's a true delinquent in search of some contraband. ) I'll dissect you.
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The thought has the corner of his lips quirking up a touch, even as he starts tugging Dabi around the closest corner, deeper into the set. Maybe it's because they built this thing to cover multiple movies, but it's really a lot bigger than he anticipated. ]
I don't get stammery. [ Of course he shoots Dabi an indignant look over his shoulder. Good thing he doesn't even try to protest the accusation of being blushy by this point, because there's already a flush of color to his cheeks. ] And I don't get the point of that kabe-don stuff. Isn't that just a shoujo manga thing? If someone actually did that, in real life, that'd be some sort of ... intimidation? Like any girl's gonna want a guy getting all up in her space like that.
[ His usual brand of snippy 'hmph' as he peeks around a doorway. Just a standard empty classroom, it seems? Except there's a tarp laid out on the floor in anticipation of ... fluids, probably. Nope. ]
It's not like I was looking for anything in particular, but ... I thought it'd be fun if we could do something stereotypical, you know. The stuff people are always saying, 'that's what youth is about?' Hanging out behind the school building? [ That seems like the sort of semi-delinquent thing Dabi might have done, had he been an actual student. ] Or ... um. [ Actually, this is harder to think of than he anticipated, given he didn't really hang out with people that much during school. He'd never really found a crowd he felt that comfortable with. ] Eating lunch on the rooftop? Although I guess they wouldn't have that here ...
[ The next doorway he peeks around has him perking up, though, before he tugs Dabi's hand to get him to follow in.
It's a close enough approximation of a science lab, with lab benches and all. Quiet and empty for now. Fuuta shoots Dabi a nervous little grin over his shoulder. ] How 'bout here. Feels like we're not supposed to be here.
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he only gets to see them in the aftermath, as fuuta's pulling him away; a glance spared to this empty classroom, and the next, head tilted longingly like he might just drag them both into one if it takes too long.
is this what youth is about? it's a little curious to think of it from fuuta's perspective; hadn't he just lived a normal life, back home, until everything had happened? does he think back on his time in middle school, or high school, and wish he could have done things differently? maybe he does. it makes him pick up his feet, a little, as though agreeing to the pace that fuuta keeps so they don't get caught; if there's something that he can do to give fuuta even a little of something more, something favorable, something that he might look back on instead of those times, he wants to do it.
as they crowd in against the next doorway, he pins himself at fuuta's back, looking over his shoulder into the room. )
Definitely somewhere we're not supposed to be. ( he agrees, a low murmur near fuuta's ear, before he lets go of his hand; it's only so that he can palm at his back, pushing him forward into the room. ) Go get comfy on one of the tables.
( loftily, as he comes in behind fuuta, reaching slightly for the door so that he can gently tug it after them: not shut, that would be too obvious, but creaked open just enough to be natural. there's a desk at the front, set up in front of a large whiteboard, and he slides in towards it with one hand in his pocket, the other immediately dragging open the desk drawers like he's a true delinquent in search of some contraband. ) I'll dissect you.