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Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our mid-rank suites for all new arrivals. We ask current mid-rank guests to welcome any new arrivals that may temporarily be assigned to their room while we process reservations.
Exciting news! The Phoenix Casino has undergone a renovation. Guests are invited to come enjoy refreshed facilities, games, and lounges. We don't think you'll ever want to leave!
Additionally, the casino will be hosting an upper rank soiree at the end of the month. All guests rank 9 and above are invited to attend. Any +1s of low rank may only attend as a pet or personal attendant. Otherwise, low ranks are not welcome.
We aim to have all guests moved into their suites as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience! 】
▶ BLANKET CW: alcohol; anonymous; BDSM; confessions; costumes; dubcon; entrapment; gambling, hierarchy; pet play; power dynamics; public sex; punishment; sex toys; supernatural
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Hi mods! Quick question -- I'm interested in TDMing a character who comes from a "ghosts are actually omnipresent, you just can't see them unless you have a sixth sense" type setting. Can I ask if the resort is similarly populated with usually-unseen ghosts, or if the ones that do show themselves are the only ones present?
The Golden Peacock is indeed populated with ghosts, some seen and some unseen. The ones that show themselves are not the only ones present! We have ghosts galore 'round these parts.
[Over the last thousand years, Douman has largely been the one being served drinks. He's not terribly keen on the sudden change, and less keen on the outfit change. Some male bunnies are walking around bare-chested in speedos, but not Douman. He's a six-foot-tall, grown man walking around in a female bunny suit with fishnets all the way up to his hips. He's used to the heels, at least.
[It's not the lack of dignity, really. It's serving expensive cocktails to other people when he should be the one drinking them. This is supposed to be his dream vacation! He also does not have the chest for this outfit. Couldn't they at least given him a fake pair of tits or something?]
Here you are. [Pleasant as punch! He hands the drink over. Why isn't he smiling?]
2 - judgmental john;
Now, this is an interesting game...
[Douman doesn't like it, but that isn't clear. He sounds and smiles intrigued, something smoldering in mismatched eyes as he watches the painting. They narrow. He turns to his partner, a fellow trapped guest.]
You first. I'm so well-behaved, it's hard to think of anything.
3 - dirty dice;
[Now this is the game he's been waiting for. Douman has no oppositions to drinks, gambling, and sex on an all-inclusive resort, but after spending half his time serving drinks or trapped in the bathroom, he's eager to engage as a proper guest. He inclines his head toward the person (or people) across from him.]
I'll give you the first roll - before I do, though...
How do we feel about raising the stakes?
4 - date night;
[The lounge is a nice change of pace. Douman is usually warmly and thoroughly drunk by the time he gets there. The sex has been enjoyable enough without all the social foreplay, but he doesn't mind a date, or the opportunity to get to know someone. The first question amuses the over one-thousand-year-old youkai.]
What, in your opinion, makes a "good life"? Big picture.
wildcard/prefs; ((Hello! I'm Pan! Feel free to wildcard anything @ me and hit me up via pm or plurk @ pantheraliam if you want to plot.
((Douman is over 1,000 years old but appears about 20. M/F, M/M, and M/NB is all good. 18+ will need some CR development, but I'm interested in gen to start and smut eventually. Here is his permissions post & kink list.))
Edited 2026-03-15 19:18 (UTC)
Ashiya Douman | A Terrified Teacher at Ghoul School! (Yohaji!)
[Justine loves to make an appearance. The casino, this particular one, seems to give her the opportunity to do just that. Dressed in her best, her finest dress and her hair curled and pinned up, she strolls inside, plucks a drink from passing staff, and sips at it while she surveys the scene.
Beautiful.
Of course she’s going to the slot machines first. Justine needs money to keep up her own lavish lifestyle, even here, and what’s better than getting paid to do the most? Or to be the most, in Justine’s case.
She pulls the black slot machine with ease and giggles with delight when it reads: Oral sex with dark hair under table.
Well, she’s certainly not above getting her dress dirty in the spirit of a little fun. So she approaches anyone she can with dark hair- gender has no meaning- and slides a hand along their shoulder from wherever they’re sitting.]
I have a problem and I think you could help me solve it. What do you say?
sex toy roulette - nsfw
[Justine wants that fucking 24 hour pampering. She wants those topless servants and she wants that goddamn royal experience. She’s earned it by being very good and doing everything she’s supposed to, dammit. She’s going to spin that wheel any number of times before it happens.
The first time, she gets massage oil. She doesn’t mind using this, and tosses it between her hands before finding her lucky victim friend or stranger.]
Come with me. I have a surprise for you. [And she will hold it up for them.] I promise it will be worth your time.
[Another time, she ends up with fishnet stockings. She wears them under her dress and lifts her skirt a little to show a willing participant.]
How many chips for you to take these off with your teeth?
[The last time is when she gets her prize, and she doesn’t look back.]
peacock lounge - gen
[Conversation isn’t really her forte, but she’s willing to go along with it for the sake of taking a small break. And it’s nice to get to know people. Even people she might already know. She shuffles the cards and picks the top one.]
Oh! I like this one. Feel free to tell me everything.
What is one obscure interest that you have?
teasing trio
[Being caught in the washroom is one thing. But being forced to sit and entertain paintings is another. God, if only her own paintings could talk.
That’s certainly not something she’s going to hope for right now, though.]
Well, I suppose I can sympathize with ennui. Come now. [And she will turn to her companion.]
Tell me how pretty I am and I shall do the same for you!
wildcard
[ Hit me up on DM or waningsunflower if you want to do some plotting!]
[Gambling isn’t really Arthur’s vice, but he has to admit that the whole thing has him curious. Still, he has to psych himself up before he barges in, especially because he’s decided to try this alone for once. John can tell him about it later; Arthur’s sticking to the tried and true now. Dressed in a nice suit, gloves on, as always, he takes a few drinks and settles into a table. The cards are a saving grace, and he will start out with a smile and a bit of a stutter before the question.]
How many chances do you give a person before you write them off?
[Or, perhaps:]
How often do you find yourself daydreaming?
[Or, with a bit of a blush, he clears his throat and manages to ask:]
What is something you do not understand about the opposite sex?
Slot Machines - Gen
[Truly, how hard could it possibly be? Arthur steps up to the red - he’s seen what’s on the black and has no desire to do any of that (yet). But this is something he thinks he can do. He's hoping to be able to simply hold the hand of a friend. Perhaps he might even get lucky and be able to use John for most of it. But of course that's not at all how it goes. The resort seems to know better than that. He pulls the lever and gets Flirt With a Stranger Against the Wall.
Well.
He isn’t hurting for chips, but he could always do this. Flirting isn’t so hard. It’s not so bad! He can do this!
He finds a stranger and stands close, taking a drink of his second (third?) cocktail.]
I’d like to tell you something but - perhaps we could do it there? [He gestures to the wall behind them.
Smooth.]
Dirty Dice - Gen/NSFW
[He is a few drinks in at this point and feeling a little more daring. He rolls the dice a little clumsily but he smiles all the same.]
Compliment Hand. Well, let me see it so I can do it properly. [And he will hold out a gloved hand for theirs.
But sometimes it doesn’t go that smoothly. Sometimes he rolls and an immediate blush sets on his cheeks.]
Lick - lick nipple.
Ah. Well.
Wildcard
[Arthur is going to be through the casino and lounge, poking his head into places that he probably wouldn’t otherwise. He’s going to stay a bit drunk, but that just means that he’s going to be a little nicer than usual. Hit me up on DM or waningsunflower if you want to do some plotting!]
[ Corbeau has never had much interest in gambling. Winning through actual skill is much more satisfying, and in his experience much more lucrative. What he is interested in are the guests. He's been personally dissatisfied with how slowly he's been able to do the kind of networking he's wanted to accomplish, and what better way to fix that then by throwing himself into a crowded casino?
It's a pity he's also not a huge fan of huge parties, but he's going to push through that discomfort. Drinks help.
It reminds him of his repeated visits to the Game Corner in Celadon under the care of his 'boss' in Kanto. People glued to machines, repeated pulling of levers as their eyes remain fixated on the spinning barrels. The same regulars would be there from sun up to sun down, claiming their 'lucky' machines and fiercely guarding them from competition. It was a very profitable venture for his boss, but Corbeau had decided from the experience he had no interest in that flavor of 'business'.
So, when he comes to some glassy eyed fool collapsed at the foot of a slot machine, it's almost nostalgic. He gives them a gentle nudge with one shoe, eyebrow raised. ]
Hey. You're blocking the way.
The Teasing Trio
[ With a sigh, Corbeau pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. A sure sign he's frustrated but accepting that flaring up his temper won't solve the problem. He's not sure what it says that only a few months in he's not the least bit surprised by talking paintings, but that's a worry for another time.
When he turns to his fellow bathroom prisoner, that frown has become a smile that could be described as soft if it weren't crowned with sharp eyes that seemed primed for dissection. That's resting villain face, for you. He brings his hands forward, palm up, in offering. ]
Not an ideal location for this kind of thing, but at least my company is easy on the eyes.
Dirty Dice
[ Well, well. Now this game is much more appealing. Even as he's trying to keep a stoic expression to start with, there's a certain fire behind his eyes that should serve as a warning to his opponent that he's going to be taking this whole thing quite seriously. Playing with the dice between his fingers casually for a few seconds he'll let them roll onto the table, bringing the first task: WORSHIP NECK ]
Hm. I'm suddenly seeing several ways this game could go incredibly stupid.
But, I agreed to play. [ A shrug of his shoulders as he leans in on his partner. ] Tilt your head a little to the side, please.
Sex Toy Roulette
[ Luck is in the eye of the beholder. When one spins a mysterious horny wheel in a mysterious horny casino one has to realize what one is getting into.
Especially when one is handed over a thick, lengthy, shimmering purple dragon dildo. Corbeau stares at the thing, weighing its mighty girth in his prim hands. Feeling over the various ridges and bumps with a mix of horror and fascination.
Well, he's not about to lose. Out of the corner of his eye he spots someone sitting at a table that meets some sort of metric in his calculating brain, and he strides over to them with the object as if he's strolling with an umbrella.
Once in front of them he'll plop the behemoth onto the table with a 'thud' that is much louder than it needs to be. ]
I have a proposition for you.
(( Aah! There's so much goods stuff here! If you have any questions or want to try another prompt just PM me or message me on tentaclemonster ))
[ He should have expected something like this. Really, it's his own fault for making use of the restrooms within the casino at all and not just going back to his own room. Stupid, stupid...
Maruki heaves a sigh, eyes roving from the painting to the man at the sink next to him as he dries off his hands. ]
Do I look like someone who isn't well-behaved?
[ His sweater vest is tucked into his trousers, so... ]
[The exclamation notably comes before Akira turns to his server to accept what was simply the most expensive drink on the menu.]
When I was watching earlier, I thought they might pass my order on to you if I moved over here. [No hello? No how have you been? No, there's something far more important to get to first.] How come you're dressed so funny?
[if you just so happen to be in the wrong washroom at just the wrong moment. . . you might hear someone yanking and kicking at the door, rattling it on its hinges like he's trying to rip it off. Judgmental John, in all of his judgmental glory, is watching the display with an upturned nose. Did you not hear me, knave? In order you leave, you must--]
[Edamura, the culprit of these terrible door crimes, immediately whirls upon the portrait and jabs an accusing finger at him. he is OPENLY GLOWERING]
Say one more word and I'm tearing you off the wall and throwing you into a bonfire.
[and then he goes back to trying to break the door, leaving Judgmental John to scoff at him in derision. nice]
b. see where they may fall (dice).
[while the raucous and rowdy celebrations at the Phoenix Casino are really not Edamura's scene (doubly so because he is not much of a gambler), the gentle nudging of the Clubs encourages him to poke his nose into the affair, anyway. not to partake in the party itself, and certainly not to wager his hard-earned chips on games he is statistically more likely to lose. but simply. . . to watch. to observe]
[to plan out exactly how he would lift that expensive set of jewelry from an openly wealthy patron, and wonder how much he would get for it if he fenced it to someone back at the Nest]
[but thankfully? this time, the Clubs leaves him a bit of leeway. while the urge is there, he finds he can resist by shoving his hands in his pockets and continuing to walk. which is for the best, honestly; he still feels a touch of guilt over the sheer number of people he managed to rip off the last time his suit decided to misbehave. it's comforting to know he won't lose his mind that much every time the Clubs begins to darken against his skin]
[. . . even if it's annoying that his stupid suit flares manifest that way in the first place!1]
[but anyway. while Edamura doesn't intend to engage in the casino shenanigans, that does not mean they don't intend to engage with him!! so at some point during the. . . day? night? afternoon? whatever?? he finds himself shuffled towards the dirty dice table by a duo of overeager staff members, who have seen him wall-flowering this whole time and think he just must participate, so his time at the newly renovated casino is memorable!]
S-- seriously! No thanks! I'm good, I really don't need to--
[his protests fall upon deaf ears. the ghoulish staff members push him soundly into the chair opposite of you, held there by a tight squeeze of his shoulders. Edamura makes a face, glances down at the dice in front of him, looks up at the person seated opposite. . .]
[. . . and pitches forward to thunk his head against the table. he's fine, probably]
c. warning: will bite.
[there is no way Edamura would attend the high-ranking soiree as someone's pet and/or servant. which is why he, as a lowly rank three, gets involuntarily conscripted to work it instead! wow! isn't he lucky?]
[haha]
[anyway. he plays the role pretty damn well, actually. the crisp suit he was given for the event fits him like a glove, and he balances that tray of hors d'oeuvres like a champ. he even greets all guests-- including you!-- with a pleasant customer service smile]
Good evening! Care for a pastry puff?
[how polite! it's like he was meant to do this job. though. . . anyone with sharp eyes might be able to perceive the way he holds one hand clenched tightly at his side, knuckles white. and are the edges of his smile just a little too tight. . .? hm]
[it's very likely that he simply does not wish to be here!]
d. WILDCARD.
[I'M EASY! hit me with anything!]
((21+ (physically and mentally) for anything NSFW please! ota for anything gen though; gen CR/threads are SUPER loved so don't be afraid to tag in! also for prompt c, while I would love to play him snapping back at anyone high-ranking who might try to boss him around, I'd rather not play around with punishments/him actually needing to be submissive. I JUST WANTED TO WRITE A LI'L BIT OF DEFIANCE. . . it's my favorite thing. . .))
Apologies for the wait, dear customer. Your drink.
[ Hi, were you waiting on a drink? Here it is, a voice piping up behind you as your drink is slid onto your table by a ... bunny? Well, the bunny headband is there, sure, but the server in question isn't just dressed as a casino bunny. He's dressed in a hodge-podge mess of all of the work outfits allotted to the wildcards, covered up from head to toe -- butler trousers paired with one of those showy, sequin-studded blouses meant for the entertainers, feather boa slung over his shoulders and casino bunny cuffs on his wrists.
Yes, he looks fucking ridiculous, but he doesn't acknowledge it at all as he straightens up from placing down the drink and lowers the now-empty tray with a smile. ]
Was there anything else I could do for you?
[ Very normal customer service. ]
ii. bathroom hold-up
[ Anyone using the bathrooms might be jumpscared by the sound of one of the paintings suddenly piping up, those demanding words ringing a little off the tile flooring. And while Rom blinks as he takes a step back from making to open the door -- yes, he washed his hands, he isn't some uncouth barbarian -- he otherwise doesn't look too surprised. Just gives a little tilt of the head before turning to his fellow victim trapped in the bathroom with a highly ambiguous smile. ]
I've heard some countries demand people pay to use public restrooms, but this is rather new to me. I don't suppose you're more familiar with this?
[ ooc ; Would love either of the paintings! ]
iii. dirty dice
[ Passersby might have noticed this guy standing by the dice table for a while now, reading over the little rules placard very intensely. (He's dressed normally in bland black slacks and a sweater by now, having completed his mandatory 24 hours in one insanely exhausting shift. It's great having a completely cracked sleep schedule.) But when he notices anyone else lingering nearby or showing interest in the dice, he looks up and sidles over a little closer. ]
Excuse me~ [ It's said in a perfectly amicable way, accompanied by a smile. Just don't mind the weirdly uncanny vibes he's giving off. ] I don't suppose you'd be interested in trying something out with me, regarding these dice?
iv. date(?) night
[ This is all honestly quite a lot to take in. He's at least starting to get a hang of this place by the time he makes his way towards the lounge, but still. Rom breathes a quiet sigh to he's led through the lounge, genuinely grateful for the quieter atmosphere here, enjoying his entire, like, ten seconds of freedom before he is led to a table where someone else has already been seated. Sorry, stranger, he's your date.
He promptly dons a smile -- does it look slightly unnerving? don't worry about it! -- as he gives a little dip of the head. ]
Good evening. A pleasure to meet you. [ Before he slides into the seat opposite his date. It's been a long day and he's glad to be off his feet. ] And thank you for your time, of course. I hope we can make this a pleasant evening~
v. wildcard!
[ ooc ; Open to anything else! Please feel free to pop in a starter, or PM me if you'd like to plot! He's also available to take to the soiree as a wildcard servant; he'd be curious to scope it out, and will pretty easily agree to play the role for some mutual win-win. OTA for gen! 21+ for anything dirty, please, though he'll be more comfortable doing anything NSFW with people who look/act a little older. ]
[ And he is! He's been a good little boy at the resort, playing along with all their games, appeasing the House and his suit alike by engaging in carnal pleasures on a regular basis.
Back home? Well. ]
Then again, I suppose we all "trample on virtue" [ finger quotes and everything, he's so unbearably dorky ] just by going about our daily lives here...
[Hey. Takahashi is a hard-working doctor. He deserves a vacation just as much as Douman does. He's a little surprised to see him, but it isn't shocking or anything. It's just all the more humiliating, serving someone he knows.]
It's part of the job, I'm afraid. [At least he's used to being asked that question.] I didn't realize you were here as well, Takahashi-sensei.
( the last time reira was in her suite, she remembered the big concert she threw and the overall layout of things. her suite was a mashup of different but similar aesthetics, with what looked to be the living room of a recording studio executive within in. there were a number of elegant little designs here and there such as a large chandelier hanging from above at the entrance, a walk in closet to the left with an endless array of sexy and kinky costumes from her arrival.
what reira didn't recognize was the person sitting on her fancy couch eating around and drinking her food and wine without permission. she was a very generous queen when it came down to it, offering luxuries to her friends when and where she could but this?
after being gone for so long coming back to this? unacceptable. )
Who the hell are you and why are you in my suite?
— phoenix reborn
( reira had long knew about how the resort worked, how people came and left, most ending up as statues to linger and be stored away without any care. she thought she was strong enough to handle waking up in a world without her friends and yet...
when she came looking for specific people and saw they'd been turned into statues, she was left in a mess. her heart was utterly broken and all she could do was relive their shared moments in the chaotic mess that was the casino. she told herself she wouldn't engage in self-destructive behaviors like she did when she arrived, but here she was, drinking endlessly and consuming whatever intoxicating drug there was available to her. she hadn't spent much of her monthly earnings on anything but clothes and food, but now she was blowing it away at the casino in an endless cycle of losing and winning back exactly what she invested.
finally when she couldn't take anymore, she began to try and leave, finding that her energy was zapped and she was left crawling on the floor towards the exit. whoever's ankle she happened to grab would look down on a very slender woman wearing a tight black dress, writhing on the floor like a worm. )
— bathroom hold up, judgemental john (cw: underage prostitution, sex-worker topics)
( whether you're in the ladies restroom, the men's or the all-gender, reira somehow found herself barging in to throw up the endless amounts of alcohol and drugs she'd consumed just moments before. it was difficult for her to remember what day or time it was given she'd been stuck in an endless shopping loop since september, but now it was dawning on her she'd been at this resort for nearly a year.
no since in lingering in the bathroom stall she had crashed into and crying over it. instead she flushed away evidence of her dirty deeds before she began to try and storm off before a loud yelling voice could be heard, the painting in the bathroom springing to life and demanding their confessions.
turning towards the other person trapped in, she nervously looked at them before sighing. )
You go first, you confess then I'll....I'll say the worst thing I've ever done.
— wildcard wildcard + character info
( ooc | if none of these prompts work for you or you'd like to do something different, feel free to hit me with a wildcard or contact me via dm for a closed starter. ota to all, f/m, f/f, f/*. please note: I have been absent from the game so long due to a very chronic and intense health issue I went through, so for the months I wasn't rping we're just going to assume reira has been trapped endlessly in a shopping spree. I am very apologetic to those whose threads I dropped/did not respond to, I was physically not in a place to rp. anyways I'm back, testing the waters again! permissions | kinks. )
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