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【 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

WELCOME TO THE LOT

► All of these new stars are being welcomed to the Peacock in style. The Nest, the resort's premier massive shopping complex, is now lined with dozens upon dozens of trailers, each with a glittering gold star on the door. While unassuming on the outside, the inside of these honeywagons are pockets of luxury in tiny square footage. The catch? Why, characters are stuffed up to 4 in a trailer, of course. We're sure you'll figure something out.

► Characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are a mixed bag of gaudy glitz and old money velvet, reflecting the dual faces of Hollywood. Whether you're sporting some classic luxury with a pipe or draped in cheetah faux fur, these robes are skimpy, potentially giving a raunchy photoshoot to those pesky paparazzi!

► Existing characters are welcome to take up residence in any empty slots in these honeywagons. Just because you're not the newest ingenue on the block doesn't mean you're forgotten. Besides, we need you experienced actors close to set for quick costume changes and touch-ups. No need to ask to be moved! It’s all taken care of already.

HIRED HENS

► Several security guards have been newly hired to protect the actors from paparazzi and potential threats. These burly cocos and hens all have three things in common: tight black suits, rippling muscles, and owl heads. These heads aren't just for show; this elite group of guards can swivel their heads 360 degrees to provide the utmost level of surveillance.

► Unfortunately for actors, these owls are both nocturnal and way too into their jobs. They particularly like doing rounds during night hours and staring into the windows of the honeywagons to watch the actors sleep. Some owls will creep into the trailers to watch over their charges by sitting at their bedsides. An owl may be there, staring, where you least expect it. However, their diligence may not necessarily be a bad thing!

► Alongside owl security, actors may find themselves bombarded by paparazzi. These photo-hungry tabloid journalists are all after shots that will fetch a high price, willing to do anything for a scoop. The majority of these new paparazzi, in contrast to owl security, have hummingbird heads. They're just as quick too, zooming in and out of both backstage and the sets in search of a scandal.

► Be careful, because hummingbirds aren't the only paparazzi. That's right — guests, new or existing, may find themselves scouted to play ball with the tabloids. They may not be as obvious as those aggressive hummingbird reporters; some may even be working undercover in search of a scandal to sell to the highest bidder. All actors are at risk of embarrassing or defamatory photos being published in resort magazines or posted to the bulletin boards.

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

ROLE REGISTER

► What better way to get to know your colleagues than to check out their resume? All guests will have access to the actor registry, which provides an overview of actors and basic information about them.

► The registry, with the help of the Golden Peacock's AI, can also flag complementary resumes. An actor that may have good chemistry, match the requirements for a particular scene, or has unique experience relevant to an upcoming job may reappear at the top of the search several times.

► Actors can communicate through the registry. There is a general messaging board where everyone can see what is posted and personal inboxes for private correspondence with an actor. Actors are encouraged to collaberate because many of the scenes in the available movie projects involve intimacy.

COPYABLE CODE

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COSTUME DEPARTMENT

GET INTO CHARACTER

PICK OUT YOUR DUDS

► The trendy clothing boutiques of The Nest have been transformed. The walls between these small stores have vanished to create a vast costume warehouse divided by department, seemingly overnight. Actors may freely browse the racks to select suitable costumes for the roles they've been cast. The directors aren't picky about how their actors dress as long as it suits the part, allowing guests creative freedom as part of the process.

► Actors that choose costumes that are extremely unsuitable for their roles will be forced to change into something chosen by costuming staff. These mandated costumes will be on theme but will always be slutty, sexy, and enhance an actor's unique "assets". An actor blessed with a bountiful bosom may find themselves wearing a tight little lace bra while an actor with a thick ass may end up in assless chaps. It's all about giving the people what they want, you know?

► All articles in the warehouse run the risk of being possessed. There are no clear-cut signs as to which pieces are cursed and which are not before putting something on. Possessed costumes come in two flavors: Type A and Type B.

Type A possessions are straightforward. The actor wearing a Type A costume cannot remove it alone — they will find that no matter how many times they grab a button or tug on that zipper tab, nothing will unfasten. Someone else must remove the costume for them. Good thing there are a bunch of changing rooms just big enough to fit two people inside around, huh?

Type B possessions are unique. The actor wearing the costume will begin to feel influenced by it. They may feel inspired or compelled to act out the role it embodies. This possession will not be satisfied until some level of resonance between actor and role is achieved. While the possession isn't satisfied the costume cannot be removed. But hey, you're an actor headed to set, so surely this is only gravy for your performance!

DOLLED UP

► Done getting into costume? Head over to hair and makeup! After all, clothes are only half the battle. Whether you need to get glammed up or slapped into some monster makeup, the makeup artists are here to help. Mostly. Actually, they're super understaffed, and there aren't enough makeup artists to meet demand. Though they hate to ask, could you guys potentially help each other get ready?

► Actors confident in their makeup and hair styling skills (or just confident) will be allowed to use any tools to help get their fellow actors ready. However, any actors kind enough to jump in and assist will be warned that many of these products are made at home in the Golden Peacock. If not used with discretion, they can potentially make the actor being worked on ... extremely horny! Like a game of Russian roulette, one in five of all beauty products are created with aphrodisiacs. Ironically, this isn't even for the sake of getting guests into the Game 52 spirit — their supplies are just like that.

► Fill-in artists shouldn't fret too much. The majority of those products only have aphrodisiacs in minuscule amounts. When applied carefully they typically cause minor arousal or sensitivity. Artists that spray and paint with reckless abandon, however, may find a new problem on their hands!

GRAB A GIG

FIND YOUR BIG BREAK

GETTING TO SET

► The Golden Peacock is buzzing with excitement for two big blockbusters that are currently in production: LORD OF THE WINGS and STAR WARBLERS. Both of these films come from movie franchises that are adored resort-wide for their iconic blend of story, romance, porn, and action.

► Directors will be filming dozens of scenes with different actors in lead and supporting roles. Actors are given creative freedom on how to approach their roles, with barebones scripts that offer a general idea of where the scene should go and some spicy lines here and there. One actor’s take on a role may be different than another’s.

For example, three different actors portraying the Dragon Lord in Lord of the Wings may take their portrayals three different ways. A lonely Dragon Lord, a villainous Dragon Lord, and a misunderstood Dragon Lord are all fair game. Supporting characters such as the elves and faeries the warriors meet during their travels are completely free game within the bounds of “elf” and “fairy” in classic movie tropes.

► Two new floors have appeared in the ever-changing Peacock, each dedicated to one of the films, due to their massive and comprehensive sets. Guests will discover two new buttons on every elevator’s operating panel. Actors and fans are invited to enjoy these sets even when the camera isn’t rolling — this blend of high-tech VR and real world elements comes at a very high budget, so guests are encouraged get their fill while they’re available!

INDIE HITS

► In addition to the two massive blockbusters, several spin-off series and porn shorts currently casting and underway. The directors of these major motion pictures have kindly permitted the filming of smaller projects using these unique movie sets when they aren’t already in use. Smalltime directors and film enthusiasts are eagerly pitching their porn scripts in hopes that they’ll get made!

► Several smaller sets can be found around the Peacock for these homegrown productions. While some scripts utilize locations that can already be found in the Peacock, other long-standing guests have pooled their money together to establish a handful of sets not already available in the resort. These sets are open for use at any time.

► Unlike the large production crews of Lord of the Wings and Star Warblers, these smaller porn projects do not have a big budget for staff. Some projects utilize AI and drones to film, so actors that are shy about getting down and dirty around a physical cameraman need not worry! Both the producers and the Golden Peacock staff want their stars to be as comfortable as possible to fully enjoy the experience.

SPIN THE WHEEL

► It wouldn’t be the Golden Peacock if there weren’t some kind of game-like twist! While actors are encouraged to go out for any roles or films they find interesting, those looking to win large and extra-large chip payments can spin the fetish wheel to up the ante. Actors that spin the fetish wheel must incorporate what the ticker lands on into their next role.

► Can’t manage to work it into your scene? Those that fail their fetish task will find a huge chip deduction from their bank account and a punishment waiting for them. Any actors that fail the game must dress up in sexy costumes and go around the Golden Peacock handing out fliers for the premiere of Lord of the Wings and Star Warblers, with strict instructions to dance sexily for anyone that accepts a flier. Hey, the directors have spent tons of money on these movies, they’ll take free advertising however they can get it.

► SPIN THE WHEEL HERE!

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. 】

A FANTASTICAL SET

► Guests taking the elevator to the new floor labeled 'LORD OF THE WINGS SET' will are greeted with a cool, damp breeze as soon as the doors open. Unlike any other area of the resort, this set evokes a very real sensation of stepping out onto the earth to embrace snowcapped mountains, lush forests, and wide-open sky. The size of this set is massive with different climates depending upon where filming is happening. Towns, villages, and tribes can also be found.

► The set is teeming with background actors that have been instructed to stay in character at all times. Actors may encounter both friend and foe while exploring the set, regardless of whether or not the cameras are rolling. Lord of the Wings features a wide range of character types ranging from humans and elves to monsters and beasts.

► Key locations in The Lord of the Wings are: human villages; siren's cove; fairy's forest; Beastmen wilds; Elven mountains; and the dragon's crystal lair. But these are not the only locations in the set! Actors will find a fantastical range of areas to explore and enjoy.

MAGICAL DANGERS

When it comes to movie magic, the Golden Peacock is more magic than movie! While sets are generally safe and violence is simulated, there are elements of the film that can affect actors for real. If guests aren't careful, they may really find themselves in a sticky situation and need a clever Hollywood way to get out of it. Or maybe they'll need to live out a classic trope for real.

► LIEBERRIES: Found in the Elven mountains. Delicious but cursed: you can only lie for 20 minutes after consumption. Beware misunderstandings!

► SNUGGLEBLOSSOMS: Found in the Fairy forest. These charming blossoms produce an immense amount of pollen. Breathing in snuggleblossom pollen is lethal. The only cure is to fuck within two hours of inhaling.

► THERAPANGO: Found in the Siren's cove. Anyone eating it will spill their emotional baggage to the nearest object (tree, statue, enemy soldier). It's cathartic, if not dignified.

► RAINBOW CRYSTALS: Found in the dragon's crystal lair. Contact with a rainbow crystal will increase endurance but delay/deny orgasms. No wonder the dragon was so hard up!

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. 】

A TASTE OF OUTER SPACE

► Guests taking the elevator to the new floor labeled 'STAR WARBLERS' will greeted with the ethereal hue of stars and planets outside of crystal-clear windows. While the set of Star Warblers is smaller than Lord of the Wings, it's far more detailed, completely imitating a starship traveling through the vastness of space. All of the elements of the spaceship are dripping in high-tech science fiction.

► The set includes background actors that have been instructed to stay in character at all times. Actors may encounter both friend and foe while exploring the set, regardless of whether or not the cameras are rolling. The background actors of Star Warblers are primarily Warbler Troops wearing helmets, highly ranked Warblers in sharp military uniforms, and white-coat clad scientists.

► Key locations in Star Warblers are: the prison hold, the ship's bridge, the command deck, and the ship's research laboratory. But these are not the only locations in the set! Actors will find a range of futuristic areas to explore on the ship.

ALIEN THREATS

Why keep the science fiction fictional when the Peacock can provide the real thing? While sets are generally safe and violence is simulated, there are elements of the film that can affect actors for real. If guests aren't careful, they may really find themselves in a sticky situation and need a clever Hollywood way to get out of it. Or maybe they'll need to live out a classic trope for real.

► 'TORTURE' BOTS: Found in the prison hold. Robots programmed to 'torture' prisoners into revealing information. These bots are equipped with dildos, vibrators, pussy pocket hands, lube jets, feather ticklers, etc. These bots can be controlled by the wardens for more intimate 'torture' sessions.

► SPACE RATS: Found in various locations. Small, neon rats that run around the hallways and in cargo areas of the ship. If bitten by a space rat, their bite will continue to swell until the bitten person has sex.

► GREEN GOOP: Found in the research labs. In syringes and in massive bubbling pods. When not watched, the goop will move on its own and try to absorb anyone around into it.

► GEMSTONE EGG: Found in the research lab. The gemstone egg that the scientists are evaluating, important for the future of the Warbler race. Any physical contact with the gemstone egg will inspire the sudden urge to mate and breed.

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. 】

BOX OFFICE BOOM

► "And many, many, many more!" is no exaggeration. Smalltime directors and long-standing guests are producing dozens of pornos and these pornos are in need of actors. The above is not the extent of possibility. Players are encouraged to make up any kind of porno scene they want! Characters may take advantage of open sets to make videos or take photoshoots for their personal use, general public release not required.

► These pornos typically lack story and focus more on fetish and kink. The plots are loose, the lines are ad-libbed, and if there are any crew around it's one guy in a hoodie eating a donut. However, the cameras available for rent are just as high quality as the ones used on Lord of the Wings and Star Warblers. If that's not your style, all Watches have the capability to connect via bluetooth to film through standing cameras.

► Actors that participate in filming will receive a large payout per role. The more jobs you take, the more money you'll make! Alternatively, actors that don't fill any roles may find their bank accounts suddenly plunged deep into the red, no matter how rich they may have been before.

EXTRA SETS

Current Peacock locations and all of the Lord of the Wings and Star Warblers sets may be used for pornos. However, the world of kink is vast and variety is the spice of life. Several smaller open sets not usually available have appeared around the resort for actor use.

► CASTLE(S): Sets featuring the aesthetics of historical castles. Numerous versions are available, each influenced by a different culture (eg, English; French; Italian, Spanish; Russian; Chinese; Japanese; Korean; etc).

► CHURCH: A church stylized after Catholic/Christian aesthetics. Includes a confessional, pews, altar, and worship room.

► MANSION: A luxurious mansion designed to evoke high-class old money. Includes a servants' quarters for clandestine cross-class affairs.

► BEACH: An enclosed set with powdery sand and an artificial ocean. Includes grottos, a lifeguard station, and a large rubber shark.

► OFFICE: A plain work office lacking any particular unique qualities. Includes cubicles, copy machine, manager's office, and conference rooms. Smells like soul-sucking capitalism.

PREMIERE

YOUR BIG DEBUT

WALK THE RED CARPET

► We’re rolling out the red carpet! Lord of the Wings and Star Warblers open the same night. All actors that participated in any film, be it one of the blockbusters or a smaller project, are invited to dress to the nines and blow kisses to their adoring fans while strutting their stuff. Actors will have the chance to take fabulous glam photoshoots and share their thoughts about filming with reporters. Be careful, anything that happens on the red carpet can become tomorrow’s hot new gossip. Some of those pesky hummingbird journalists are so eager for a scandal that they’ll make something happen, sneakily!

► The Golden Peacock has upgraded its formerly dinky little theater into a grand multiplex for the occasion, so actors and audience can enjoy these films in delicious IMAX. The multiplex is lush in red velvet and fabulous “bed” seats — each seat is designed to couple two guests together. You won’t be lonely during the screening since cuddling up with someone else is mandatory to enjoy the movie(s).

► All premiere attendees will be gifted expensive swag bags upon entrance to the theater. Inside each bag guests will find a bottle of champagne, chocolate truffles, gourmet popcorn, trendy sodas, gummy candies … and one random sex toy. No harm in spicing up a special premiere, right?

The note included with the sex toy explains: 【 Get your seat partner off with this toy before the film ends for a special prize! 】 What’s the prize? Those that get their seat-partner off during the film will be given a Golden Globe. This exclusive gold statue comes in two styles: penis with balls or vagina with breasts. Congratulations!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.

▶ 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.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

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QUESTIONS

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Can any of the flora from the movie sets be harvested and/or replanted in more permanent locations?

TOP LEVEL DIRECTORY

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For ease, please write your character's name and canon in the subject line when posting your top level link. If you do not currently have an invite for this app round and are seeking one, please feel free to add INVITE WANTED to your header for visibility.

spike spiegel — cowboy bepop

[dulltool]

fuzz top tl

kinich ◈ genshin impact ◈ new character

[moracompass]

honeywagons ◈◈
hired hens

Just you wait, you feathers-for-brains fool! As soon as I get out of this thing, you're in for a beating! I swear on my name as the Almighty Dragonlord, K'uhul A—

( The yelling is higher pitched and a little tinny, sounding out from just beyond the large figure of one of those owl-man bodyguards. Just behind his rippling muscles and swiveling head stands Kinich, currently wrapped as securely as he can manage in the oversized robe he was given for his arrival— green, like money, and incredibly soft, but heavy enough to slip at the shoulders, threatening to pull open further at the slightest misstep. Still, he manages to stay covered just enough, even as he claps one hand firmly over the angry, pixelated face lighting up his Watch screen. He ignores Ajaw's continued muffled yelling to lift his head to the owl before him. )

You can ignore him. He gets irritable if he doesn't get his walk. ( Spoken with a soft exhale. And even as the muffled sounds of What did you say?! Kiniiiich! You little—! press into his palm, his eyes flick past the bodyguard to the approaching or passing figure just beyond him. ) Really, though— I'm not in need of your services, so you can find someone else to protect.

( He had hoped that his words would distract the birdman long enough, but unfortunately, he's ignoring more than just Ajaw right now. In a quick swivel of his head, the owl turns completely around to face the stranger approaching— whether a fellow new star or not, there seems to be some sort of mixup. He lets out a menacing hoo of alert. His body soon follows, fully intent on launching himself at the potential paparazzi. )

costume department ◈◈
pick out your duds

( Everything has a price. That's something that Kinich learned long ago, and something that separates him from the average person, he knows— something that isolates him, even. But when you've seen with your own eyes how hidden costs can spring up and grab on like a hand around your throat, can anyone really blame him for wanting prices stated up front?

If it were anyone else here, watching bodies pass in and out of the boutiques and their changing rooms, maybe they'd offer their services for "free." A kind hand, a helpful task— but Kinich knows that things like that can too-easily come with cost down the line. Owed favors, things that may not match up in worth. So him? When he sees someone struggling with a button, or a zipper, on their way to the changing room, he walks up calmly and waits outside, arms crossed.

And when either the door parts back open to a questioning face, or the silence of paused attempts at removal sound louder than the rustling of fabric elsewhere, he speaks, eyes flicking towards the room in question, calm and even. )

Looks like you need some help. ( He gestures out with one hand palm up, whether they're still inside the room or not. ) How much are you willing to pay for it?

lord of the wings ◈◈
fantastical sets

( It's the echoing boom of laughter that sounds out from this dragon's cave, bouncing off of stone and rainbow crystals. It sounds like someone on the other side of a phone call, high-pitched and occasionally crackling with the volume that comes from the laughing party. It won't take long to discover where it's coming from. Inside of the elaborate cave-set, Kinich is sitting on a pile of rocks and shiny stones, dressed as... a "dragon." He's got fake black horns curved out from the top of his head, tiny little black wings protruding from the back of a crop top, and incredibly flowy pants.

He looks more irritated the more the laughing continues, but words can be made out the closer anyone gets. )

Ahahaha! Poor little Kinich, stuck cast as the wimpiest dragon of them all! You should see how stupid you look right now. Wait, can I activate the Kamera on this thing?!

Why don't I see how waterproof this Watch really is?

( As the Watch lights up with a strangled noise and a panicked expression, Kinich sits up a little, realizing that a figure is approaching. Ajaw continues to ramble, beginning now to go on about how Kinich should feel honored to even play the part of a dragon, as a lowly mortal— but he's cut short, a single click switching off the display of Ajaw's face with an accompanied squawk of protest. Kinich's voice, in contrast, is calm and serious, louder now that it's aimed across the realistic cave. )

You're the one that's supposed to be enough for me?

( A little rude, but— oh, it's his line! He's got a job here, after all. This production is pretty scuffed, and he has no idea who the other actors are even supposed to be, but he'll say the lines he's being paid to say. Even if they're... cringe. )

ooc notes ◈◈

( Please feel free to hit me up for any of the prompts with a wildcard, too! After talking with the mods, Ajaw is currently stuck only as a Watchface— like a very angry little tamagotchi that won't shut up. He won't have his body or any freedom until a regain for his body. He still has dibs on Kinich's body if he kicks the bucket, though, he'll be quick to remind. As for Kinich himself, he has no canon age, but I'll be playing him as 18, as his age range is likely 18-22 based on what we do know in canon. Permissions here, OTA ages and genders. Lastly, I am totally fine with anything trying to go in a smut direction, but as fair warning... he can't separate himself from Ajaw right now, so there's bound to be failsex flavors what with him trying to prevent Kinich from getting laid. He's hoping it'll kill him off here. )

costume department!

[emancipating]

[ he is indeed need of help, if the way he's struggling with the zipper at the back of his top is any indication, nearly contorting himself in an attempt to reach it. while most might balk at the way kinich gets right to the point, zagreus simply blinks mismatched eyes at him before a lightbulb seems to go off somewhere as he lifts a finger. ]

Right, yes, one moment, please. [ he pats himself down with his hands, brows furrowed in thought. ] I'm still very new, so I don't have much in the way of payment, but will this suffice?

[ he pulls out a... meal voucher. from what he remembers, mortals need to eat, don't they? ]

spike spiegel — cowboy bepop — new character

[dulltool]

— hired hens

( what was life after death? in the eyes of a man who was gripped by the vision of his past and future, betrayal and deep emotions left him on a questionable path of self discovery aboard a ship with a ragtag group of equally lost people seeking home somewhere.

his last moments were marred by a sea of blood and being hunted by a man he betrayed for a woman who he loved, but betrayed him as well.

waking up in a strange new world, nearly naked and to luxury far above what he was used to, was far from whatever lucid dream he could have. were they all just lost souls here in this strange place? kites with their strings cut off?

whatever the reality was, even in life after death spike took a ‘whatever happens, happens approach’. even if he was still shaken up by everything that happened. )

You know something? This really ticks me off.

( in a sea of lost souls, he was the first to call out the strange owl/human hybrid guards after taking a few hours to gather his bearings. he didn’t quite want to leave the honey wagon, staying well into the night—

after all, even in life after death, free food and hospitality was better than braving the unknown. at least for now.

whoever was cramped up in that trailer with him would be subjected to his never ending complaints. it was the only thing that kept his mind off her. )

Doesn’t it bother you being gawked at like some zoo animal by these gym rat owls?

— short films (nsfw)

( after scoring a meal voucher or two, he was finally sick of trying to play the role of actor and being tugged left and right, stomped around by the higher ranking guests and staff. he needed a break, a distraction really from everything going on so he decided to head towards where some films were being shot.

instead of actually trying to participate, he had some critiques. a childish way of distracting himself from memories of faye begging him not to leave and of the inevitable outcome of it all. )

Are you kidding? Those tentacles look incredibly fake. I’ve seen better production value in an amateur film!

( immediately he tossed his criticisms at anyone willing to listen, not caring for any guests around him who might have actually been enjoying or wanting to act in lonely tentacles want lovers. )

You know for a sex resort this place is too cheesy. Couldn’t they have put in a bit more woolongs into the production?

— costume department (nsfw)

( with the rush of being at death's door now far behind him, there was a more pressing and urgent matter to attend to— living to see another day through obtaining food. despite being rather new here, spike was quick to learn that being a low rank meant he was worthy of nothing at least in the eyes of those high ranking and the staff. a morsel of bread was too good for him, so he had to find a way to scrape by in the event he was truly left to his own devices here, and somehow that meant actually acting in one of those cheesy pornos despite criticizing it before.

and hunger was always a powerful motivator even for those with big judgements.

after pestering and annoying the hell out of some of the staff, they eventually gave him a hint that if he 'volunteered' to be a doctor he would be given a food voucher. it didn't take him long to rotate through a few of the costumes, being kicked out a few times for 'not looking the part' or simply not doing a good job. his last resort was playing the role of a porn doctor who could ‘fuck away’ a headache or whatever ailment his co-star had.

so he donned the outfit of a doctor, robe and stethoscope, and actually did something about the mangled mess he called hair. whoever was unfortunate enough to come waltzing into the dressing room, they were met with spike towering over them with a soft smirk, fingers dangling the end of his stethoscope. )

Hey there, need some tender love and care from Doctor Spiegel?

— communal bathrooms (nsfw optional)

( if there was anything a person could get used to, it was everything but hunger. access to a private enough trailer, a warm shower and a hot meal were all he truly needed and while spike certainly envied the guests of the resorts with much more private, and comfortable accommodations, he wasn't above trying to find the positive in the little things. especially since he did his role perfectly and got a stack of ramen cups for his efforts.

unfortunately for everyone else, his definition of positive was taking up the entire row of showers and letting them run to steam up the place, while singing in a rather annoying tone of voice a little jingle— )

'Someone cry for me with parched eyes....I want to know what real sadness is~♪'

( regardless of however happened to enter or be around, he was scrubbing away at his skin without a care in the world, a rather goofy expression on his face. as he went on, he only stopped singing when someone happened to come close to him.

naturally he wasn't going to let them shower in peace. )

Hey isn't great? A roof over our head, a warm bed to pass out on, and no annoying children or pets around. Oh hey—

( and don't mind him crossing whatever boundaries normal people clung onto; he's immediately touching your character with his loofah on a stick. )

Don't forget to wash behind your ears...actually you really should be washing every inch of yourself properly. Right?

— garage shenanigans

( for all of his chatter about being in control, at peace, and letting things happen as they would, spike was a hypocrite. every little thing about this resort was leaving a bitter taste in his mouth— far more bitter than the terrible cooking of jet's 'beef and peppers'. he was ignored by the staff, he was ranked at the bottom of barrel, and his scheming attempts to try and score some free food from pretty ladies ended with him having egg on his face. he wasn’t cut out to be an actor, a porn star, whatever, and found the whole affair to be stuffy and annoying after all—

there was nothing left for him to crawl away and try to find some way to let out all the stress that built up within him; and being the rat that he was, he found that place and way was in the garage. it was unmanned for today and while the technology was rather ancient in comparison to what he was used to, it looked far newer than some of the things he had seen.

so if anyone was hoping to somehow escape from the resort in one piece, or at the very least find the exit, they would be stopped by a literal mop-head doing donuts in the parking garage and yelling out the window. )

Hey! You should be more careful, some of us are trying to drive here.

( as if he wasn't the one who should be careful. thankfully, he does eventually stop, opening the door to invite whoever happened to be standing there. )

Wanna take a ride with a wild tiger?

— 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. open to m/f, m/m for spike, 17+ only. kinklist | permissions )

communal bathrooms

[moracompass]

( The loofah presses into the side of his arm, and Kinich pauses for a moment as if to consider it, leaning slightly with the press as if being forced by the contact itself. As if on cue, the face of his Watch lights up, a neon green background with black sunglasses and green dots behind them for eyes now shown in a laughing animation. )

That's right, Kinich! When's the last time you took a real shower? Maybe if you scrubbed a little more, you wouldn't be so alone all the time! Ahaha— urblublub—

( So much for no annoying pets, huh? Still, at least the annoying yapping from Kinich's watch is cut off the moment he turns to douse his wrist in water, eyes turning to settle on the stranger, instead. )

I'm getting there. ( Only mildly puffy about that. ) Maybe you can focus on that soapy spot you left on your back.

( As if satisfied by his little comments and the apparent waterboarding of a digitally trapped creature, he moves his hand back out of the stream of the shower, flicking it a little more dry. )

Unless you're trying to ask for help?

Irene Red | On a Leash | New/Returning Character

[redfortune]

I. I'll Be in My Trailer

[ Red comes back to herself slowly, blinking in the lights of the trailer as she tries to let her brain catch up. She's acutely aware of the feeling of the robe against bare skin. Her brain races and for a moment she's not sure where she is. And then she sits bolt upright and stares around the very luxurious (and gaudy) trailer she's found herself in. Her mouth opens, closes, opens again.

Her mind races.

Right. She knows where this is. ]

How the fuck did I-?

[ She's not alone, though is she? And it's probably not a familiar face. ]

I'd ask what day it is, but this place doesn't keep track of time, does it?

II. Registry

Irene Red

Height: 170 cm
Weight: Muscular!
Age: 25
Eye color: Gray
Hair color: Red

TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES

• The strong and passionate hot-headed main character!
• The trusty, gruff soldier type!
• Stunt person!

KINKS & FETISHES

• Collars and leashes, of course.
• Praise - call her a good girl!
• Just a little bit of pain.

SPECIAL SKILLS

• Turns into a dog-person; bark, bark!
• Superb sense of smell.
• Good in a fight!

III. Indie Project

[ Somehow, she's been roped into doing some sort of scene, despite herself. She's sadly used to this - or she thinks she is. She's been snagged for her looks, apparently - "A red head with muscles, that's perfect!" And now she finds herself standing on a very false beach, wearing a very tight-fitting and scandalously skimpy one-piece (bright red) bathing suit, holding a life-guard float and wearing a sun visor. She squints at the artificial lighting, then at the teleprompter that's hovering in the camera, and then at her partner.

Ahem. ]

Uh... "It looks like you could... use a lifeguard... for your private beach"?

[ Who writes this stuff? ]


IV. Premiere!

[ OK, Red has to admit the red carpet experience is kind of amusing, even if she's a little weirded out by how everything just changed on her all of a sudden. She's trying to get her head wrapped around everything, thinking about the people she needs to talk to - and trying to ignore the flashes of the cameras, because man, those are getting kind of annoying. But it is kind of nice to be dressed to the nines, isn't it? She's in a tux and everything. She settles her hands into her pockets, striking a bit of a pose, infected by the moment. ]

...you know, this is kinda fun.

[ She leans over to murmur to someone. Oh, that's going in the gossip rags. TORRID AFFAIR?

Much later she's settling into her seat, not quite sure she's ready to watch a bunch of porn, but - uh. What's this in the bag? She glances at one of her neighbors quizzically. ]

I'd ask if they're serious, but I know this stupid place.

V. Wildcard!

[ Red is a returning character; she's been doing her best to settle back in. Would love new people or familiar faces! Please note for smut, she's f/f only, but happy to chat with anyone and everyone. Feel free to meet her anywhere else. ]

Registry

[aureliasharr]

Are you a werewolf?

Aurelia Sharr| OC| 5 of diamonds (Current Character)

[aureliasharr]

Actor Resume

STAGE NAME

Height: 4'10
Weight: 90lbs
Age: 120
Eye color: Glowing red
Hair color: Bone white

TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES

• Villans
• Evil Witch, Sorceress, Queen
• Vampire

KINKS & FETISHES

• Bloodplay
• Body worship
• Bondage
• Vampire

SPECIAL SKILLS

• Illusion magic
• Sensory enchantments
• Vampire

Dolled up

[The air around this chair is dimmer and cooler than the rest of the overheated set, perhaps this drew you in or perhaps this was the only open seat. Either way, a small woman is fussing about with a manniquen’s head on her work bench. With a tap of a pale finger the hair before her switches from a bright blond to a dull auburn, and she hums to herself before with a wave reshaping it from straight to curly.

She turns as you approach, and gestures for you to sit. With a whisper into your ear as she steps behind you and peers into the mirror with glowing red eyes, she asks]

Who do you need to be today? Speak your wish and I shall fulfill it.

Short Films

Vampire’s Arousing bite

[Aurelia had originally meant to come and complain about the inaccuracies in the script, but had quickly found herself tongue-tied and spun around by a fast talking crew member until she’s starring in the show to ‘do it right’. Woe is she, but she’s going to do it right or be damned trying.

Now the vampire lurks on the stage, shrouded in shadows, the red glow of her eyes marking danger as she waits for her oblivious prey to step into just the right spot for her to pounce on them.]

Mage’s gone wild

[Dilated pupils, jittery hands, a tendency to cling and babble. Aurelia is the picture perfect example of an actor indulging in unhealthy habits, and a perfect candidate for Mage’s gone wild! She’d signed up and is even now passing a fireball back and forth between her hands. With exaggerated cheer she clamors “oops” before an ‘explosion’ covers the set in light and when it fades, reveals her clothes having been ‘burnt’ off, exposing her pale skin and small chest. She turns to her co-star with a mock gasp and a wink.]

“Oh no, what will I do without my clothes? I’m defenseless~”

Premiere

[Aurelia finds herself vaguely surprised at the event’s scale, but finds herself enjoying the opportunity to dress up and socialize. There’s so many people around, it’s impossible to feel lonely. She’s making her rounds, chatting with people on the carpet, ducking papparazi, and in general playing the social butterfly. Stopping to chat with anyone and everyone. Once settled into the premiere’s however she becomes much less… personable. Finding something to critique on every film, but especially any film that includes vampires. Her opinion’s flow freely, and are delivered onto anyone nearby in an angry whisper.]

Wildcard

[OOC: If you’re looking for anything else feel free to hit me up on plurk at Morgana9971 or by dm to this journal. Always down to plot a different thread idea out!]

— short film (vampire’s arousing bite)

[dilettante]

( between acting as some kind of slutty fitness instructor, being bounced around by the strange emotions caused by her suit slowly starting to flare up, and all the new guests showing up, reira was truly left in a confusing state.

she was wandering around from set to set trying to see if she recognized anyone from her world but little did she know what was waiting for her.

the moment the tiny vampire pounced on her, she let out a loud shriek before turning around and yelling. )

I’m not on set! I’m not on set!! I’m not acting in this film, let me go!!

layla 'reira' serizawa — nana — queen (♥)

[dilettante]

— actor resume (filled by AI)

REIRA SERIZAWA

Height: 5'4"
Weight: 104lbs
Age: 24
Eye color: hazel
Hair color: blonde pink

TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES

• damsel in distress
• girl next door
• hot chick in an early 2000's action film
• hot gym instructor
• clueless bimbo stuck in an awkward position

KINKS & FETISHES

• spanking
• collars and leashes
• costumes
• strong red heads

SPECIAL SKILLS

• modeling
• singing a wide range of vocal registers (and being able to handle deep throat impacts)
• extraordinary skills in comforting others (by any means)

— indie hits

( despite her initial annoyance at the automated resume being filled out with some of the most depraved comments about herself, reira was still afraid of not complying with the resorts demands and whims— especially given her high rank status.
so after a bit of exploring of the sets and picking out two costumes for herself, she got roped into an indie production with a few other people and stood before the 'director'.

her options were to either take on the role of a hot 90's lifeguard, red swimsuit and all, or take on a more older role of an 80's american-style gym instructor with the skimpiest gym outfit imaginable. given she didn't quite know how to swim, she went with the gym instructor role. )

Um so I don't really remember how to do this kind of stuff? I think I saw a video a while back with that singer from that movie about the high schoolers? Anyways do you think you can help me out with some stretches before we get started?

( truly, who could resist those big doe eyes batting at them asking for help so innocently? )

— let's get physical (talon, nsfw, cw: suit flare)

( with the entire month of april being a rather stressful and euphoric experience for reira, she had failed to realize a number of things about herself. she was physically weak despite looking very slim and fit and pretending to be a hot gym instructor, and she had failed to actually engage with anyone on a sexual level in almost an entire month (with the acting bit not being enough for the suit's whims). it wasn't for lack of trying really— she had just been too caught up in comforting others and providing emotional support to those gravely affected by the diamond suit.

by now her body was aching with a wide array of sensations and she found herself filled with an endless drive and desire to exert herself somehow or another. instead of actually realizing what she needed was to fulfill the resort's whims, she decided to put all of that excessive and needy desire into actually working out and not just acting.

so while the talon was empty, anyone who happened to walk by or stroll in would find reira dressed in one of the most provocative workout outfits imaginable [really a costume found among the plethora of them in the costume department], doing very intense movements. from erotically bouncing on an exercise ball with weights in her hands, to lying on the floor and stretching her legs with a resistance band, all of her movements were far too erotic and sensual.

it wasn't until she finally became exhausted after riding the exercise bike that she swung around on the seat and leaned her back onto the bike handle bar. she spread herself out in a seductive fashion, her long pink curls draping down as sweat glistened against her exposed skin. if anyone happened to be standing nearby, regardless of what they were doing, she turned her head towards them and smiled, letting out a deep and shaky breath. )

Oh I'm sorry, were you looking to use this machine? Let me wipe it down before you do....I'd hate for you to get sticky from my sweat.

( a close and observant eye would notice the heart marking centered between her breasts, now a darker color— an indicator of just how much the suit was influencing her actions. )

— network post

hello and welcome newbies ✨✨✨ I'm so sorry you're here, it sucks doesn't it? or maybe it doesn't if you're an sex-addict. anyways not to stray from my point and putting aside the acting and paparazzi stuff, I have two questions for all of you even if you aren't new! 👼🥰👼🥰

1) does anyone here know how to play a guitar? the bass? drumming? please tell me at least one of you has some knowledge of good music too. it's so lame being the only nirvana and cyndi lauper fan around here. this place needs new music! 💦💦

2) can anyone actually act? is anyone here an actor or actress?

anyways thanks for your time, bye now!! 💖💖

— premiere (red carpet)

( after finally getting her suit symptoms in check, it was time to see the results of all of her hard work with that indie film director. it was down right embarrassing to be a part of something like this and while the paparazzi and attention reminded her of home, she equally reminded herself that all of this was fake. even if they published stories about a nympho gym instructor going wild at the resort and plastered her photo as well, it didn't matter. she was used to far worse in a world where those things actually mattered.

so she made her debut out onto the red carpet wearing a long black dress, hair done up in an elegant bun and faux pearls dangling from her ears like a true old hollywood movie star.

she made her way into the theater and into one of the 'plush bed' seats before stopping at the sight of someone already occupying one of them. with a soft smile, she spoke up— )

You look lonely, would you care for some company? I could never tolerate going to the movies alone.

( even if this wasn't that kind of movie theater. )

— wildcard

wildcard + character info

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Premiere

[aureliasharr]

Ah…
[Aurelia jumps slightly as Reira approaches, shocked out of the daze she’d been staring around in. The theater being a bit much for a medieval noblewoman more used to libraries than grand plays. Yet the word lonely snaps through her like a whip, leaving her shaking slightly as she nods and pats the bed next to her.]

Yes I … [fangs dig into her lips for a moment before she continues]… Would appreciate your company, a lot. It’s nice to see you again.

[The blush on her face isn’t induced by the suit mark, which is a dull red just barely peeking out of her dress. Just remembering their previous encounter has Aurelia a trifle flustered, but she can’t deny that she’s lonely and that the other woman’s company would be a balm to that itch]

Chiron - Fate Apocrypha - New Character

[antaressnipe]

I. Welcome to the Lot

[Can you fit a dazed, confused, and somewhat disapproving centaur into a trailer with three other Wildcards? One of life’s burning questions. The answer might surprise you.

Trust that he will have to issue a string of apologies once he’s able to blink the glitter and lights out of his eyes, a slight grimace on his face as he attempts to unfold his hind legs from underneath the length of his large barrel — only to nearly hoof a poor, unsuspecting “roommate” in the ribs. Oops. Freezing one of his legs immediately, voice a deep, apologetic baritone:]

Ah… I hope I did not injure you…

[— Forget clothes for a moment. Once he takes better stock of the limited space, another burning question: how in Zeus’ name is he supposed to get out of the trailer?]

II. Pick Out Your Duds

[Wonder of wonders: centaurs are just as rare in this strange pocket of reality as in his homeland.

— And it appears that every bodyguard, director, and extra knows this, too, as whole crowds trip over themselves the moment they see the large figure attempting to gingerly explore the hotel’s offerings, no fear in their eyes as they approach. Can Chiron dance? Sing? Act? Ever dreamed of the big screen? Oh, so he doesn’t know what any of that nonsense is, huh… Well, even better!

Gods, please, sign on the dotted line. They’re gonna make him and his giant cock a star.]

… If you’ll excuse me.

[Turning swiftly away, his twitching tail the only hint that he’d much rather not, actually, and while Chiron would never dare call his actions a retreat, there’s also no shame in how he takes for The Nest’s doors to shake off his pursuers. The surprising expanse of warehouse he finds makes it easier to breathe, if nothing else, albeit reminding him of his own bare chest and how he still hasn’t found so much as a large sheet to cover his human half.

Will he be taking anything? Absolutely the fuck not. Pluck not the forbidden fruit, especially when it’s lined with gaudy faux-fur.

But during his musings, his slow, thoughtful trots down the corridor of clothes, he will at least offer a pleasant nod to anyone he comes by.]

I do not suppose they’ve a separate section for more normal attire?

[Listen. Y’all can fuck around with the bodices and such, but he just wants a chiton.]

III. IMAX Special

[Chiron… is not entirely sure how he ended up in the movie theatre.

No, scratch that. He knows the truth. Even having long since discovered the basic nature of the Golden Peacock (and more than happy to swear celibacy until he has more concrete answers), there are some things even a sage like him never got to experience in his lifetime. The notion of moving pictures for entertainment?

Why yes, he supposes he wouldn’t mind one look at it.

Given his size, it’s a bit of a jolt when at the front doors, he’s escorted to a seating area meant to specifically accommodate him - more an open floor concept, in execution, but it remains lovingly lined with velvet, so plush that his hooves sink down a couple of inches and make his nose twitch. After another ten minutes of firmly declining any attendant that’s hoping to make his first movie truly memorable with whatever they stuffed into the gift bags—

He’ll settle down, front legs carefully folded under his barrel, while his hind legs laze to the side, tail draped over the fetlocks. Eyes absolutely glued to the screen in open curiosity up until the moment his peace is interrupted because the attendant did not listen and figured it was alright to escort another guest to join him.]

Are you also here to see the movie? [He says, just as the group of bandits on the big screen drag up an unsuspecting siren from the turbulent waters, her shrieks of dismay turning to gasps of pleasure that Chiron steadily ignores. Smiling, even. This has absolutely nothing on Greece. A little porn isn’t going to ruin his good time, either.]

It really is a fascinating concept. I shouldn’t be surprised humans came up with something so unique.

OOC

[If none of these prompts work, hit me up with a wildcard! I love me some spontaneous shenanigans. Also bless anyone’s soul who wants to fuck this centaur; all prompts have the option for nsfw but admittedly, a character is really gonna have to shoot their shot. DM if you wanna try to work something out, though, or we can see where the horny winds take us. 18+ for any smut!]

— welcome to the lot

[dulltool]

( 'why are you going? where are you going?, where the last few words that still rung in spike's mind as his story came to a painful end. in those moments where his life was dangling before him and fate was uncertain, he could have never visualized a future like this for himself. not in a million years—

his dreams were often filled with other visions.

so while he claimed to be as tranquil as the water that flowed and ebbed in a clear river, being shoved against the wall of a cramped trailer after waking up in confusion was certainly not something he expected. his ribs had certainly taken far worse damage than a hoof kicking them but this was enough to draw ire out of him. )

Hey buddy watch where you're pointing that thing. It's bad enough I woke up in this weird trailer with some human hybrid, but then you gotta kick me too?

( his face is contorted into a mix of shock and angered as his hands immediately gripped his chest. )

zagreus / hades / new character

[emancipating]

▶ 01. honeywagon;

[ the thing about dying is, there's really nothing to it? zagreus has died countless of times and taken by the styx only to wake up again back at the house of hades—it's constant, it's routine. so anyone can understand his disorientation and surprise upon waking up after getting gutted by asterius once again not in the house, and not beside the river styx—

... but in a trailer instead, decked out in a robe that looks like something dionysus would wear. ]

Oh, this is— [ definitely not where he is supposed to be. mismatched eyes of red and green blink very similarly to one of those owl security guards just outside, his head very well swiveling all around trying to figure out where he is. ] Not Tartarus... gods, everything is so bright...

[ he's just going to look around a little while he gets his bearings. if you smell something burning, it's probably his fire feet scorching the floor. he was born this way, don't worry about it. ]

▶ 02. out and about;

[ zagreus' knowledge of the surface world is limited at best, but what little he does know is far from anything that resembles the sprawling resort he sees before him now. from the glitzy labyrinth of the nest to the elaborate sets of the blockbuster hits (which he definitely thinks is all real... how did he end up in the mountains when he was just at the shopping mall?? why is he suddenly on a spaceship?) — it's a lot to take in.

but once the initial shock wears off, what's he to do but explore as much as he can? zag can be found doing the following:

a: given the ill-fitting robe, he had wandered into the costume warehouse hoping to find something more suitable, but ends up being completely overwhelmed by the sheer amount of outfits. the producers had taken one look at zagreus and told him to find something called "bikini armor", whatever that is. it'd be too good to be true for him to find a chiton, but he browses the racks in hopes of finding something close to it. feel free to also run into him getting possessed by a type a costume and completely lost at figuring out how the garment works. he's unfortunately from the pre-zippers era.
b: ah, yes, space rats. zagreus is not familiar with this specific type of pest, but he has undoubtedly tangled with his fair share of vermin back home. thankfully, these are smaller, if strangely colored. in any case, find him staring down a space rat or he could rescue you from one, coming up behind it and trapping it under a warbler troop helmet. where did he get that from? don't worry about it.
c: what's funny is that out of all the strange and elaborate sets the resort has up, the office set actually looks the most familiar to him out of them all. maybe it's trauma from when he was an administrative chamber slave(tm), a time he definitely doesn't miss, or soul sucking capitalism is universal; either way, he will play his role of a (checks notes) "unpaid intern hoping to 'persuade' his boss for a permanent position" to a t. or, at least try to. (yes, this is my office au prompt)
d: if anyone is paired up with him for the premiere, he's... going to fall asleep like ten minutes into the film. sorry, but these chairs are actually so comfy?? ]

▶ 03. wildcard;

[ feel free to throw anything at me if the above don't spark joy! zag is always down to clown with whatever wild and whacky shenanigans you might have. for reference, he is a demigod and knows very little about mortals, so everything is new and shiny. info/permissions; open to any and all genders, 16+. PM me if you need to hash anything out! ]

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[tekkenseisai]

[ Judging by the gasp, the young woman emerging from the trailer to his left is worrying about it. ]

You're--!

[ Remarkably calm for a seemingly lucid person who's currently on fire. ]

... not in any pain?

Yato | Noragami | New Character/Player

[intertwinedfates]

💛 1.A Honey Wagons

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[Now, Yato's woken up in strange places before. On top of an offering box, on benches, in some bushes, that sort of thing. He's never been inside a vehicle before, though! Especially not one so glitzy and glamorous, and while decked out in only a fancy gold robe to match the scenery. At first he thinks he's had one too many drinks last night and got picked up by some spiritually sensitive creep. A very rich creep, at that.

Throwing himself up out of the bunk he's on, he smacks his head on the bunk overhead, dizzying himself and sending himself careening forward into the other, occupied bed opposite. Whoopsie daisy! INCOMING!]

AUGH--!!

1.B Hired Hens
[Deciding that the best course of action is to go back to fucking bed in the hopes he'll wake up from this crazy dream, Yato rolls over in his bunk to face the window with an annoyed huff, only to come face-to-beak with one of the owl security guards, eliciting another startled yelp from him. Though this time he scurries back until he can hide behind the nearest person - you - and peek out from between said person's legs.]

What's with the oversized chicken?! [It's an owl, Yato...]

🎭 2. Actor Resume

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Yatogami

Height: 173cm (5'8")
Weight: Secret~☆
Age: 1050~
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Black

TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES

• Homeless Bums
• Heroes
• Househusbands

KINKS & FETISHES

• Bondage
• Hair-pulling
• Sensory Deprivation

SPECIAL SKILLS

• Slaying ayakashi, severing ties
• Drawing, weaving, knitting
• Combat
• Shibari Knots

🤠 3.A Costume Department

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[After finally being forced from the relative safety of his trailer, a bewildered Yato takes to exploring the resort. Once it becomes clear that some things such as clothes are free for use, he starts scanning the racks of costumes in search of something that covers up more than just his crotch. He's not a prude, nor is he particularly shy, it's just... odd being visible to people. He's not used to being seen!

Alas, there's precious little that offers any real coverage, so he decides to at least go with something he likes the theme of. The first being a sexy cowboy costume. Although when he goes to try taking it off, none of the fasteners will work, and even the vest seems stuck to his skin somehow. Growing more and more irritated by the minute, he whirls on the nearest person and, red-faced, asks:]

Gimme a hand with this, will you? Shit's stuck!

💄 3.B Dolled Up

[Given his history in doing all manner of jobs, it's no surprise that Yato has some experience with makeup and hair styling. So he offers his services with confidence, tongue sticking out as he works on his latest customer. The brush in his hand goes gently through their hair, careful of any knots or tangles. Unfortunately, he's getting a bit heavy-handed with the aphro-laced hairspray, determined to make sure every strand stays in place. Sorry if you're starting to get a bit giddy and needy??

Finally, Yato pauses, beaming in the mirror at his unfortunate target.]

There! What do you think? Pretty good, right~?

🐉 4. Lord of the Wings

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[Having traversed his way to the Elven mountains, Yato sits down heavily on the ground with a sigh. He's managed to get into a sexy version of an mystical elf costume, leaving his arms and legs exposed but mercifully the tunic covers the major parts of his anatomy, save for when he sits cross-legged, as the skirt portion is too damned short.

He notes something nearby on the ground - lieberries - and, suddenly hungry and thirsty, takes a huge honking mouthful of the things. Chewing away, he turns to his companion and starts yammering.]

Mmm. Tastes terrible. [He pauses, frowning as though mystified by what he said.] No-- It's awful. [A look of confused anger makes its way across his face as he throws the rest of the berries away from himself.] The hell! That's what I meant!

[Clearly not though, because he lets out a frustrated scream.]

🎞️ 5. Your Big Debut

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[Despite the trial and tribulations of being in the resort, Yato's actually having a somewhat fun time. He's determined to make the most out of his stay and being visible, and as such has opted to go to the premiere no matter what creepy things they have planned.

He especially appreciates the swag bags! Having rarely received a gift before, he eagerly dives in, face lighting up as he pulls out the assortment of drinks and snacks (doubly so at the champagne), though his face contorts into one of mystified horror when he gets to the sex toy: a gold skull with crystal crown dildo. He glances at his partner and shows them the crazy thing.]

Isn't this just a touch morbid? And kinda creepy? I mean, what if it's cursed?

[OOC: Info, Kinklist, and Permissions! Also looking for an invite!]

Costume Dept

[tfy]

[Hiyori's been having a rough time lately. But if there are two things guaranteed to make him feel better, those would be: 1) shopping, and 2) trying on cute clothes!

Of course, with the resort being the resort, he expected most of the film costumes to be rather tacky and not at all like the costumes he wears back home. Which is why he's so surprised to find one that screams "idol." Is it unnecessarily revealing? Sure is! But it's cute enough for him to try on and strike poses in, brandishing a prop microphone (which also doubles as a sex toy) and winking at his imagined audience. He's gotten so into the role that it's like he's been transported to a stage somewhere. In fact, he feels the irrepressible urge to sing, something he's never done while trying on clothes before. At this rate, he may just feel inspired to give a concert here and now!

Ah, but then some spoilsport has to rudely go and interrupt his solo modeling sesh.

Hiyori turns and frowns at the other boy, hands settling on his hips.]

I don't like your language, or your bossy tone!

[Yes, he had to register his distaste there, even though he's heard much worse in his year-plus of being trapped in the resort. But then he properly looks at Yato, eyes trailing briefly lower as he takes in the full extent of the costume, and his expression turns from one of disapproval to one of sympathy.]

I do see why you'd want to take it off, though. What on Earth possessed you to try that on?

zack fair ― ff7 ― new character/current player!

[honorfelt]

a. glitz and glamor!

(it seems of the recent arrivals, there has been one person that had found himself there under more surprising circumstances. this man sleeps peacefully. a body scarred in bullet wounds and a cheek with two more that stand out, he's almost too calm for what one could consider normal for the golden peacock. most people would be awakening in a panic, but it's almost as if he were sleeping the sleep of the dead. or that had been true until bright blue eyes open slowly to an unfamiliar ceiling above his head. zack is quick to sit up, he almost winces from it in pains that were there but not at the same time.

this isn't midgard. he doesn't recognize the trailer, he almost certainly has no clue where this is. this isn't the afterlife, right? the lifestream was....different. he has enough of a recollection of it while he lifts his bedsheet to look himself over. their choice of clothing for him? tight briefs and a velvet cheetah print robe, they really don't help the way it fits too snuggly on him.

whatever! zack can make it work, he knows it. he's already stretching as he rises out of bed with a large grin. as is his usual, no need to think too much! he's got everything covered, somehow. though not before he realizes he had a bedmate. oops. hopefully you weren't too comfortable against the hunk of mass that is this man. if you were? well, he did have his smile turn to something sheepish as he glances over at you.)

My bad! I didn't notice you.

b. costume fits & makeup!

(so, maybe it wasn't a dream. zack's had enough time to pull his head together and they've only just now wheeled him into the makeup chair. there's a few complaints about his hair being so lengthy and spiky. he can't help that! he even is heard telling the poor people that were assisting apologizing before directing his attention back to the mirror. he's still in disbelief that he's here. alive. the issue is that he doesn't know much about the where and when. zack almost surely has been ignoring his watch.

he'll likely look at it later, but he did flash his best smile after glancing in your direction.) Yo! You here to do makeup, then? (don't mind his enthusiastic eyes and the fact that if he had a tail right now, it would be wagging. this man is the living embodiment of a dog in how excitable he can be.)

I'll be in your care! Just be gentle, okay~?

(....and unfortunately the type to wink and smile like he's charming.)

c. b rank school!

(whenever they gave him the loose description and everything to work with, zack didn't need to be told twice. he can do anything! kind of. but movies are hard work and he can't quite say that he's used to this, genesis maybe would be better at working a crowd or sets for blockbuster anything. instead? zack got given a b-tier set up. dressed up in a school uniform, zack was there to play the role of the joyful and beloved transfer student. not that smart, but also infectuous in his demeanor and antics.

so it doesn't take much for him to wander up to a desk, of his partner for this role or one of them with his usual smile. they did say to sell it like he had only just arrived. well. he knows himself best, so he can manage that!)

Hey~! You look like you know your way around, mind giving me a tour?

(and then right as he moves to sit on the desk....yeah, he tripped and fell flat on his face. he tried....)

d. wildcard!

( or bring on whatever you're feeling! i will roll with anything, i also will note that i do prefer m/f typically. i'm not opposed to trying m/m, i just struggle with it a lot. anyway, as far as ages goes, 18+ preferred please! also, spoilers are okay, i do not have the means to play rebirth so i am totally okay with it. feel free to pm me here or over on plurk at entropist for anything custom! )

wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiildcard

[aflowers]

[ Aerith has been involved in a few films now, but this is the one that feels most like home. And really, even now there's only one real similarity between this and home: namely, the fact that she's in a church.

Still, it's nice in its own way, isn't it? It would be nicer with a hole in the roof letting some flowers grow, but the aesthetic is familiar at least, and she can work with that.

The aesthetic, though, really is where the similarities end. Aerith is dressed in the garb of a princess and tied down against the altar like some sort of sacrifice-to-be, and if she knows anything at all about this place and its usual machinations, even outside the realm of film, the binds will be keyless, needing one thing and one thing only. She's guarded by two oversized, automated suits of armor, and for a while she just... lies there, eyes trained on the door as she sighs.

Oh, won't someone please come and rescue me— It's her one scripted line in this whole mess.

And then, someone does. Someone tall and dark-haired, garbed like a typical adventurer, comes rushing into the church, sword outstretched as he all but flies into the nearest suit of armor, sending it crumpling to the ground—

(after all, the fight scenes aren't really what matters here, are they?)

—and—

Aerith's eyes widen, the binds tightening around her as she tries to sit up, something seizing in her heart and her throat all at once. ]

Zack...?

[ It's not in the script. The "director" huffs in irritation, but no restart is called. They'll just cut it later—the audience only cares about one thing anyway. ]

Mai | Avatar the Last Airbender | New Player

[maipokerface]

WHAT A WELCOME;

Go. Away.

[If Mai could firebend then she would be breathing some of that fire the way she sounds right now. She's standing outside of one of those lovely trailers with it's glittering gold star. Or one that had a star at any rate. The star in question is now in being brandished at one of the many owl security guards roaming around the place.

The long sleeves of her stupidly gaudy and heavily see-through robe waver as she gestures the star at the owl.]

I don't need protection but you're going to.

ACTOR RESUME;

STAGE NAME

Height: 5'7"
Weight: Average.
Age: 17
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Black

TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES

• Apathetic goth
• Henchman
• Villainess love interest

KINKS & FETISHES

• Domination
• Dirty talk
• Fruit tarts

SPECIAL SKILLS

• Marksmanship
• Knives
• Mean girl hotness

LORD OF THE WINGS;

[Mai knew the moment they had taken away the actual decent costume she had found and sent her out in a whole other piece that there was going to be no getting out of any of this. Particularly when she gave the new outfit a tug and just couldn't get it to budge.

She managed to make her way through makeup only a little hornier for her efforts. Now here she is, fake elf ears on and intricated braided hairstyle in place, just way more put out and annoyed than she had ever been while also being turned on.

Mai is supposed to be one of the many background actors not breaking her role over here in the elven mountains. She is very obviously struggling something hardcore because when she greets absolutely anyone it's in the most droll and deadpan of voices with the accompanying facial expression to match.]

Welcome traveler to our lands. We hope you find rest and plentiful orgasms here after your long journey.

[Does this turn you on? Why.]

SUPPORTING ARTISTS;

Wolfman Takes a Mate.

[...]

Samurai Pledges And Serves.

[...]

Plants Hunger For Sex.

[Mai is looking over the list of indie films now in production. Thanks to Lord of the Wings she's got a real good idea what all of these films involve even if that last one doesn't just spell it out. She lets go of a long sigh and runs a hand over her face.]

It's all sex, isn't it. All of it. Every one of these film things. Sex.

[She wouldn't mind some money but just looking at the list of films looking for actors is making her groan. Yet after a moment of standing with her face in her hand?]

... Maybe the arranged marriage one.

[What has her life become.]

WILDCARD;
[Got a prompt in mind I didn't use? Feel free to drop it here or hit me up via PMs or PPs @ goodluckstarfighter.]

Supporting Artists

[tekkenseisai]

It certainly seems that way ...

[ The double entendres in the titles aren't exactly subtle. ]

Maybe I shouldn't be surprised considering how much of the resort seems to revolve around it, but I thought there might be at least one that wasn't explicitly sexual.

dan heng | honkai: star rail | current character

[menhulu]

actor resume;

STAGE NAME

Height: 176cm (5'9")
Weight: 75kg (165lb)
Age: Unknown, young adult by the standards of his species.
Eye color: Form dependent - grey or teal
Hair color: Form dependent - black and teal, or plain black.

TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES

• nerd friend
• stoic, straight-man sidekick
• dragon

KINKS & FETISHES

• hard and rough
• praise kink
• bdsm (submissive, but willing to experiment)

SPECIAL SKILLS

• research
• spearfighting and cloudhymn use
• dragon stuff

lord of the wings - dragon lord (nsfw);

[ in the crystal lair, the dragon waits.

it's just dan heng without his disguise. that's it. he's already for the horns, tail, claws and scales - what more does he need? and most of it is easily visible in his "costume", which consists of little more than a silky top and tight stockings. aeons, he feels so foolish.. despite having been accepted into the charmony academy at penacony, dan heng is a little shy about playacting. or maybe he's just shy about being in a porno film. but he's growing more accustomed to the nonsense this place throws their way, and they'd all but begged him to fulfill this role. who could do it better than a real dragon man?

he rubs his face with one hand, then sighs, readying himself before the director calls action through the speakers. the warriors have arrived, and now dan heng - err, the dragon lord - waits in his bedchamber for each one of them to come in, one by one, to complete their task of.. satisfying him.

cheeks flushed, his tail lashes against the bed, agitated, and when the first "warrior" arrives he lifts his eyes to them. then, deadpan: ]

I take it you are ready to complete your task?

costume change - possessed;

[ at last his filming is finished, and dan heng returns to remove his costume at last, only to find that it.. will not come off.

how strange. maybe he's just exhausted, but no matter how he attempts to untie the top or roll down the stockings, the fabric seems to fight him, clinging to his body with stubborn force. he sighs, rubs the heel of his hand into his eyes. it's another trick of the house, he's sure, for what else could it possibly be? after struggling in vain for another few useless minutes, dan heng gives in and searches out the nearest person. ]

Excuse me -

[ he's too tired to be embarrassed, entirely forward and serious as he turns his back to reveal the lacing at the back of his costume. ]

- would you mind helping me to remove this?

[ he's so done. ]

wildcard;

[ feel free to contact me via pm or plurk at owlcoholic if you'd like to plot, or throw something new at me entirely!! dan heng can easily be worked into any of the prompts. keep in mind if you go the nsfw route he has dragon anatomy, two ridged blue cocks that emerge from a vent slit. 🐉 have fun!! oh and open to any gender, 16+. ]

lord of the wings

[aflowers]

[ When it came to being cast for the movie, Aerith was excited to find herself put into the role of "adventurer". In the other roles she's played today, she's found herself in the "damsel in distress" type role, and while there's certainly nothing wrong with that...

Well, a change is as good as a holiday, right?

In the end, though, the challenges sent the way of the adventurers are difficult, and she finds herself worn out by the time they get to filming some of the penultimate scenes. Worn out, and yet somehow the first of the adventuring warriors sent through to the dragon lord in order to satisfy him. Among the others there's a consensus that she's almost half-princess, maybe softer than the rest, maybe the best to ease the lord over into the offerings they have for him...

Still, she holds her head high as she walks into the dragon lord's lair—and nearly ruins the shot with the way her eyes widen when she realizes that she's face to face with Dan Heng. But, maintaining herself and following the script, she crosses the space between them, her hands moving to the front of her garments so that she might present herself to him. As the first of the warriors meeting him, this scene will be among the more pivotal of the warrior scenes, so she has to get this right. ]

I am ready, my lord. [ She speaks with a confident smile, but perhaps Dan Heng will see the hint of nervousness gleaming in her emerald eyes. ] Let me be the first to show you why your captives should be set free.

[ Her dress unbuttons at the front and comes off easily, pooling around her feet as she steps forward. ]

Viktor | Arcane | new character

[hexcorized]

Honeywagons;

[ Viktor was not expecting to wake up at all. He was not expecting to have a body, and he was not expecting to have survived what had just happened to him. Unfortunately for those who wake up in the wagon with him, a startled gasp as he jolts up from his position on either the couch or bed is sure to startle anyone nearby. His body is still that strange alien form of organic flesh and strange metal. He doesn't say anything as he merely sits there in shock as he looks at his hands, his legs, his body...which is fully on display given the shortness of the robes. He will finally snap out of his dazed haze and mutter only a single sentence. ] This is wrong.

[ How can this even be? ]

Actor Resume;

THE HERALD

Height: 5'7
Weight: 130 lbs
Age: 33
Eye color: Cosmic
Hair color: Brown with gold highlights

TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES

• Tragic yearning friend
• Cult leader
• Scientist

KINKS & FETISHES

• Science
• Sentient objects of indeterminate power
• Sweets

SPECIAL SKILLS

• Mind manipulation
• Monster transformation
• Questionable handjobs

Costume Department;

No I. This is...enough, please. [ He is ushered into the warehouse amongst everyone else, but his presence is probably easily forgettable. It's something Viktor has always been, normally, he's not so sure anymore after his stint as the Machine Herald. But he does try to make himself as invisible as possible. It's a hard thing to do when one's body is made entirely of metal. People tend to notice such distinct characteristics.

This is all very overwhelming to him still, as you can see him off to the side of the various spaces holding costumes, trying to be normal. Be...alive, or something to that effect. His expression is distant, as are his eyes, which swirl with a strange, colorful glow. He looks beside himself as he tries to manage his contact with anyone who comes by. The costume he's chosen is that of a mage's hooded robe. He's secured it for himself as it was one of the only options that would cover his strange form. It's like he doesn't want to be perceived at all, but more importantly, it's like he doesn't want to touch anyone either, as he wraps it tighter around his person, using it to create a boundary of contact between himself and others. ]

Starwarblers - gemstone egg;

[ Once. It is what he tells himself. He will participate in this once and never again. The only thing keeping him in this role is the promise of research and evaluation of the strange egg that sits in its incubation pod before him. Viktor is wearing a typical lab coat and gloves. His curiosity overrode his thoughts to leave and be away from this place so he could think. For now, he simply writes his observations of the egg on the pad and paper provided. He's perhaps too into his role?? But maybe if he ignores all other cues from the staff, that will dissuade them from interrupting or force them to replace him and his part to play in this utter nonsense. For anyone who comes into the room, he will turn to regard them with a strange look, his eyes swirling with that strange prismatic glow. ]

You're interrupting. [ Is the curt reply as he gives them a look. ]

Swan Lake;

[ Viktor is hardly cut out for such things as movies, theatrics, and the like. They wanted him? To be in front of so many people? He would rather explode into cosmic dust once more than endure something so brazenly open, such as this. No. He would not do it, never, in this body or otherwise. So he gets away as fast as he's able, a day or two after arriving. He gives them one chance, and even that is too much. If it weren't for the overwhelming sense of guilt of having taken so much from others so recently in his mind, he wouldn't have done it at all. But like his skin, he does not fit into the mold that they have made for him here. Another outlier in a strange and unusual place. And so he leaves to investigate, to search, for what? He doesn't know, and he had no thoughts in mind as to what to look for. He hadn't expected himself to be alive, and yet here he was.

Uncomfortable in his skin, he finally finds a suitable place to, well, have a breakdown of sorts. The book he has by his side lies unopened as his hands shake, and he takes a moment to curl up into himself. His knees pressed to his chest as he simply stared into the distance, watching the neon signs of buildings around him. The solitude of the library brings minimal comfort.

He feels too much in that moment after not having had any emotions for several months. He doesn't know what this place has seen in him to think that he is capable or deserving of love of this sort. But it's a painful admission that he doesn't linger too much on. He's simply trying to collect his thoughts now that he's here. A hard thing to do when his head was filled with thousands of voices mere days ago. ]

Wildcard;

[ Feel free to hit me up with another prompt or hash something out with me via PM or over on plurk @ pathogenic! Viktor will be mostly at Ugly Duckling University, Cloud Dwelling Garden, and the Conservatory. He is also post canon so please let me know if you'd rather avoid spoilers, and I'll be sure to work around them! ]

swan lake

[blumenthal]

[ As late afternoon gradually winds into evening, the light streaming in through Swan Lake's artificial windows changes to an hour-appropriate sunset gold, casting the oddly simplistic shapes of the architecture Caleb has lately come to know so well in an appealing glow. He's been here since late morning today, which isn't uncommon for him, but this is the time he likes it best: when the growing shadows and warm light soften the harsh, firm lines of the place and lend it a little more magic than austerity. He's become relatively comfortable striking up conversation with other guests here, having had good luck finding similarly-mind people among fellow book appreciators. He especially likes approaching those who seem a little lost or perhaps slightly overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of the place. When he first walked in nearly a year and a half ago he almost couldn't believe it. He's seen impressive libraries and archives, but none to this scale.

But the figure he catches sight of curled in on himself in the stacks seems more like he is taking refuge here, which is also far from unfamiliar to him. Catching sight of quivering hands and tense shoulders, Caleb is aware that asking if he is all right would be ridiculous. If it were him--and it has been him before many times--he would not want to be seen this way by a stranger. But he would also have a much worse time of it alone. ]

The first few days are pretty rough.

[ His voice low and soft, commiserating but not pitying, with a natural huskiness and a prevalent but gentle German Zemnian accent. As he steps into the aisle, it's clear that he is a slim, lanky man in his mid-thirties with a certain unpolished look about him that marks him as an adventurer as much as a scholar. The hands holding a trio of novels are long-fingered, ink-stained, and callused, a network of scarring on his forearms is exposed by the casually rolled-up sleeves of his shirt, there is a hint of chest hair where the top two buttons are undone, and his full beard is on the scruffy side. He's dressed simply in brown trousers, tall boots, and a loose-fitting button-up; only a leather harness over his shoulders holding two books secured against his sides, a pouch suspended from his belt, and a small gold earring dangling from his left ear are especially notable. But his blue eyes are intense, his features are strong and slightly age-lined but handsome, and his red hair, worn in a loose ponytail long enough to sweep forward over one shoulder, also catches the light in a way that makes it blaze in colors from burnished copper to fiery orange-gold. ]

I can go if you do not want company.

[ Which implies that he is offering to stay if he does. ]

minato arisato | persona 3 | 8♣

[memori3s]

i. honeywagons.

[ Much to his chagrin, Minato's realizing he's horribly out of shape now that he's not fighting his way through Tartarus each night. It's been barely ten minutes of sprinting and he's already out of breath. Maybe he should hit the fitness center at Beak sometime, just in case he lands in a similar situation in the future.

Or maybe the issue is he's not used to running in a pair of Mary Janes and a full French maid uniform.

Surely there were other guests wandering around in more salacious costume? Wouldn't they make for more interesting and more valuable photographs for the horde of paparazzi chasing after him? Maybe this was his punishment for thinking, after getting accosted by by the costuming staff, he could sneak out the back of the costume department undetected.

He makes a turn towards a group of honeywagons to try and lose the crowd, shoving one of them open and slamming the door behind him shut and ducking down. It's occupied already; he sees the other resident out of the corner of his eye, so he presses an index finger against his lips. Sorry, he'll try to explain later once the coast is clear... ]

ii. lord of the wings.

[ Background actor. Okay. Easy enough. All he needs to do is wander about as part of the ghostly fairy forest scenery. The set's on break though, which Minato chooses to spend wandering about out of curiosity.

This forest is... startlingly realistic. The attention to detail is downright impressive, as though these plants were directly uprooted from the Cloudtop Gardens. At least, the trees certainly seemed quite real. Minato leans a hand against one of them, running his palm across its bark. As far as he can tell, it's probably a real tree.

If that was the case, did it mean the flowers blooming nearby were genuine too? He crouches near them, reaching out to carefully smooth his thumb over one of its pollen-coated petals. He's ignorant to the dangers of inhaling the thick pollen haze hovering in the air, merely operating under the assumption that it must be Perfectly Normal Pollen from Perfectly Normal Flowers. So he withdraws his hand, shakes it free of the pollen dusting his thumb, and goes on his way.

By the time he wanders back to the group of extras, there's an unusual pallor in his face as cold sweat gathers on his brow. ...maybe he's just exhausted from the long day, and his vision blurring at the edges is probably associated with that. ]

iii. short films.

[ Minato blinks at the sign posted on the wall. ]

"Actors beware: get to filming if you want your bank accounts to live"...?

[ While he looks just mildly perturbed, in truth Minato's balking inside. Technically, he didn't actually want to be here, but how could he say no to the weepy smalltime director who'd gotten down on his knees and groveled at him to play a role in his film? The film he'd allegedly spent seven whole years penning its script?

Minato's soft. He can't say no to someone's passion project, even if it involved starring in some sketchy porno. There's a copy of the script on the desk. The set lies just beyond the door to the right. Minato sighs and takes his copy of the script. ]

It's just a rehearsal, so... I didn't get the chance to read anything in advance ...how bad is it?

iv. premiere.

[ It's disrespectful to drift off during a movie, but maybe Minato can be forgiven just this time. Whether it's Lord of the Wings or Space Warblers, it's all the same to him. Maybe they shouldn't have made the bed-seat so comfortable if they didn't want their premiere guests to start nodding off.

His own gift bag is tucked off to the side of the seat, but perhaps his seatmate's isn't out of reach. The rustling sound of plastic wrap from the chocolate truffles and fancy popcorn will probably be enough to wake him up. Or maybe you're digging around in your own gift bag and, upon drawing the random sex toy out of it, feel compelled to nudge him awake to ask his opinion on it.

Or you can let him nap. That's okay too. ]

v. wildcard.

[ If none of these work, feel free to hit me with a wildcard or PM/priv plurk at alaudarum to discuss a closed starter! Permissions/kink list here, hmu if you need anything!

you know which one

[survivaltricks]

[well. fortunately for Minato, the honeywagon he chooses as his paparazzi hiding spot is occupied by a familiar face! . . . dressed in a very unfamiliar outfit. seated in one of those portable fold-up actor's chairs, one leg crossed over the other, heeled foot bobbing up and down idly as he sips at a paper cup of coffee. . . honestly, Akira doesn't seem too bothered by the costume department's choice in his wardrobe. even if he takes some offense to being immediately pegged as a cop]

[the mild surprise that flits across Akira's features when Minato rushes into the trailer fades pretty quickly, replaced by an amused quirk of his brow, lips curving into a slight grin. it should be noted that while Akira is dressed in the entire leather getup, he did not stick around for makeup. that's for another day]

. . . huh.

[another slow sip of his caffeinated drink]

I see they got to you, too.

[HE EMPATHIZES. . .]

Ivan | Alien Stage | New Character

[myblacksorrow]

I. Honeywagon
[ All of this was unfamiliar to him on a surreal level. One moment he was... and then the next he was sitting in some glitzy trailer? He thinks? Lounging in a black velvet robe that left nothing to the imagination. The Garden or Guardians would never approve of things like this, he thought to himself while reading through scripts to the most salacious stories he's ever laid eyes on. They weren't pets used for production, after all. Many of the things he was reading or seeing as 'options' were the first time he was encountering the terms, not able to wrap his mind around them at all.

Ivan was, at his core, an idol. He knew this business as much as a human pet could know it. He knew what it was to have camera's on him every waking and sleeping moment. It showed in how he sat to keep the most private parts covered, while the top showed a little too much of the toned muscles he usually kept well covered. Another script was tossed onto a stack, Ivan drawing his arm back to his lap in contemplation. ]

I wonder if I'm supposed to understand the things happening in these...? They're almost uncomprehensible even to me, although I think I can get the idea.

[ Although he asked out loud, it was a question only to himself. He was used to being in front of the camera, but when what was being asked was so riddled with language he didn't know, his mind felt better served drifting off to other subjects. If he was really needed for this, someone would say something. ]


II. On Set
[ It took him time to make it to the empty sets while the crew wasn't rolling. It was interesting to see what this place was like and how it compared to the sets he was used to back where he used to be.

There was always a degree of ingenuity and creativity when it came to things like this that he had come to appreciate after being friends with people like Till, taking the time to appreciate set dressing and how things are constructed when there was time to look. Star Warblers wasn't as interesting in his eyes. He was far too used to what was being called 'Space Odyssey'. The Lord of the Wings was completely foreign to him, in comparison, and that is what drew him that way instead. The effect of foliage and trees looked very different from the attempts he had seen growing up, and found himself entranced with their simplistic but complicated beauty. ]

These look more like the ones in the books. I wonder if this is purely a fantasy set, or if places really used to look like this.

[ A person who has never experienced nature could only speculate, but he was walking from set to set, looking at everything as if he had sincerely lived under a rock his entire life. ]


III. Theatre
[ This was far out of his depth. Luxury was what it was. He was used to that. It was the fact that through this whole situation he had realized that everything, apart from the bird people, which was interesting in its own right, were humans who seemed used to the company of other humans. Humans who understood and held knowledge far beyond his own understanding. It was dizzying. I couldn't help but wonder if this was how Till usually felt.

Ivan laid in a bed-chair with one of his arms curled behind his head and the complementary bag of gummy candies open and resting on his chest, red-black eyes closed with the other side open for whomever wanted it. He may not say anything, but he does flash a brilliant, celebrity level smile should someone decide to join him. The spot was not being saved for anyone, and he will mention so if asked, motioning his hand to the open side as if to invite the other person to enjoy the movie with him if they so wished, cracking open one of his dark eyes to peer forward. ]

I'm a little embarrassed over the content, since it's not my usual work, but I'm not often invited to premiers. This is really fancy.


IV. Wildcard
[ Have an idea you'd rather go with? Hit me up and I will go with just about anything. If you have any questions, you can message this journal and I will get back to you as soon as possible. ]

II.

[memori3s]

[ By now, Minato's well aware that people are pulled into this resort from all different times, worlds, even universes. But because he can only speak from personal experience, he finds himself responding based on firsthand information. ]

They didn't. ...at least, not where I'm from.

[ It was close enough though, and may as well be without the mystical air hanging in the atmosphere.

Minato crouches to run a few blades of grass between an index finger and his thumb. This set certainly felt real, but the tone of his company's musings gives him pause. He can't help but can't his head with a curious frown. ]

Is this the first forest you've ever seen...?

Monkey D. Luffy | One Piece | New Player

[rubbermancan]

Actor Resume

Monkey "DTF" Luffy

Height: 5'8" (172cm)
Weight: 152lbs (69kg)
Age: 19
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Black

TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES

• Wild man
• Comedic relief
• Twink versatile

KINKS & FETISHES

• Deep throating
• Hyper inflation
• Monster dong
• Fisting

SPECIAL SKILLS

• Punching
• Balloon animals with his dick
• No gag reflex

Grab a Gig
Wheel Spin: Multiple Penetration

[ It's not about the money. It's about what the money can get him, and that's more food. A distant second is the fun of dressing up with a dramatic backstory to go along with it. Luffy signs up for everything; most of which he's turned down for outside of featured extras. But he does land a few auditions, most for the filthier things once they see what he can do with and to his body. A lot of which involves putting lots of things in holes.

He reads for:

Aliens Probed Me!! as both the alien and the human;
Horny Nerd Creampie as the nerd;
Hot for Teacher as the student;
Lonely Tentacles Want Love as the tentacle monster;
Pizza Delivery Boy is Hot as the pizza delivery boy

]

Pizza Delivery Boy is Hot
[ This one has him most excited since they've got pizza on set. Although they've started removing it from the boxes when he enters because he keeps breaking character to eat a slice. ]

"Hi, I have your pizza! I'm. [ Shit, he got the lines out of order again. ] A delivery boy.

[ No one's told him to start over, so he's doing better than usual! He waits for his co-star because they've got a line. He thinks. Hell, he can barely read through his own lines on the sheet of paper they've given him to "run through." ]


Aliens Probed Me!/Lonely Tentacles Want Love
[ Both scripts are just about identical. One of the PAs on set mentions that Aliens Probed Me! stole their idea to make an even "lower-budget" version. They both still feel identical. The biggest difference is the costume for the alien/monster.

For the tentacle monster, Luffy is given two very long prosthetic extremities that the producers are delighted to see he can move around naturally with no obvious elbow or wrist bend. He's a shoe-in for the role they all tell him. Though how he's going to stick these tentacles up someone's butt or mouth, Luffy's a little fuzzy on the details. ]

Network
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HI!
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in eed somne to tal kk alines wi me
im PIZZA BOY

( ooc: If you've got other ideas for a thread, message me at slanndalous. Here is a kink list for Luffy. Lastly, Luffy prefers to top or "drive." He doesn't like to be told what to do, so be prepared for a game of King of the Mountain. )

pizza delivery boy is hot (oh no)

[chiffonades]

[ How Sanji let himself get talked into doing this remains unclear, even to him. One minute, he’s convincing the director to let him make the pizza, rather than relying on whatever comes out of the kitchens, and the next, they’re looking him over the sharp suit he’s got on and conscripting him for this stupid film.

They do still agree to let him make the pizza, though, so maybe it’s not a total waste of time. After hearing the familiar ruckus and glimpsing Luffy being ushered off towards set, he couldn’t just risk them giving his Captain something weird to eat.

The downside is, he’s stuck opposite reading lines, wincing at how wooden and basic they are. ]

Hey there, handsome, I ordered a pizza with, uh, extra sausage. [ Rolling his eyes, he checks the (almost empty) box of pizza and makes an exaggerated tsk sound. ] This pizza doesn’t even have sausage on it.

[ Shaking his head, he gives an exasperated look at the floating camera. ] Can’t believe the crap they expect us to read.

Makoto Niijima | Persona 5 Royal | New Character

[tekkenseisai]

1. Hired Hens

[ The first thing Makoto noticed was the walls.

[ They were the wrong color.

[ At first she thought it might just be some trick of the light, but as she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her bleary eyes ... no, the walls were definitely a different color. The walls were painted differently, the bed she was laying on was entirely new to her, none of the furniture had even a passing resemblance to the pieces that decorated her bedroom -- the dimensions of the room were completely wrong.

[ This ... this wasn't her room.

[ This wasn't her room, and the sheer, black, lace-trimmed robe she was wearing wasn't the pajamas she had gone to sleep in.

[ Where was she? How did she get here? Who or what had brought her here?

[ She had no answers for any of those questions, and as that realization settled in she began to feel her chest tightening with anxiety. She looked around the room, desperately scanning her surroundings for anything familiar that might ground her or anything that could clue her in on what was happening … but what caught her eye wasn’t actually inside the room.

[ Outside the nearby window was the head of a massive chicken - sitting atop what appeared to be broad, human shoulders - staring directly at her through the glass.

[ And seeing that, Makoto takes the only reasonable course of action:

[ She screams, launching herself backwards off the bed towards the wall opposite the window, because what the HELL is that?! ]

2. Actor Resume

MAKOTO NIIJIMA

Height: 164cm
Age: 18
Eye color: Red
Hair color: Brown

TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES

• The smart but demure girl next door!
• The diligent, hard-working leader!
• The beautiful but fearsome queen!

KINKS & FETISHES

• Praise
• Light BDSM
• Fighting for Top

SPECIAL SKILLS

• Martial Arts training
• Proficient with handguns
• Stunt driving
• Deductive reasoning & sharp memory

3. (Possessed) Wardrobe

[ By the time that Makoto finally steps out of her trailer, she’s a little calmer. She still isn’t entirely sure what’s going on, but she’s at least had a little time to get her bearings and compose herself … though that composure is being sorely tested.

[ Apparently, she’s been cast in a movie – a leading role as ‘The Dragon Lord’ in a fantasy film called “Lord of the Wings.” How exactly this happened, she has no idea, but no matter how firmly she insisted that she wasn’t an actress, the production crew was adamant that she was perfect for the part and that the movie needed her desperately, and under that combination of flattery and pressure, she eventually relented.

[ She was a little disappointed in herself for giving in … but maybe this could still serve a practical purpose. Playing along gave her a chance to gather information about this place, The Golden Peacock according to the watch on her wrist, and why and how she’d wound up here. In the best case scenario, she might be able to simply leave - or wake up, if this was some bizarre dream - once she’d completed her part. At worst, she’d have a better sense of how she might escape.

[ If this was a Palace, and what else could it be if it wasn’t a dream, there had to be an exit. The sooner she found it, the sooner she could go home, and she needed to go home. Sis needed her help, the others needed her help, and she couldn't afford to waste time here - wherever here really was.

[ She tried to push that out of her mind. If she wasn’t focused, it was going to be that much harder to escape and get back to the things that mattered. Try as she might, though … maintaining focus was difficult once she arrived at wardrobe and actually saw the costume they wanted her to wear.

[ The scaly headdress and prosthetic horns and tail fit within her expectations, but all that was on the mannequin next to it were prosthetic scales meant to be applied to skin, shaped into something that loosely resembled a strapless, one-piece bathing suit without any material to cover someone’s stomach or cleavage. ]

Wh-what …?

[ This can not be right. ]

4. HMU

[ There she was.

[ Sitting in the makeup chair, her robe over her full costume in an attempt to preserve some kind of modesty, face flushed bright red as she reads over the script that was handed to her once she’d been convinced into her wardrobe … though “script” felt a little generous considering that it was just one page.

[ But even though it was brief, there was still more than enough on that page to shock her into mortified silence.

[ 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.

[The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes.

[only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.

[ She physically jumped in her seat when she heard footsteps approaching. ]

Th-this has to be some kind of mistake. I am not doing any of this!

5. Roll Cameras!

[ By the time that director called “Action!” those reservations were a distant memory, swept aside as costume’s possession set in.

[ When Makoto stepped out from behind one of the crystal cave’s walls, ready to greet the warriors in the heart of the Dragon Lord’s lair, so much brazen confidence radiated from her she might as well have actually owned the place. ]

So, you’ve arrived at last! [ She sneers, looking the nearest would-be hero up and down. ] I didn’t think you’d make it this far … though perhaps you’re made of sterner stuff than I thought.

6. Wildcard!

[ Feel free to start something new if none of the above jump out at you. You could run into her on her way to wardrobe, at the premiere, on one of the indie films … if you’re not sure about what or you want to plot something out, feel free to PM me or hit me up on plurk at The_Raging_Nerd!

[ I haven’t put together a kinklist yet, but Makoto is 18 and I play her with a slight lean towards f/f for any sexual situations, though I’d prefer not to go all the way on the TDM and cap things at makeouts and heavy petting until she’s actually in the game.

[ For any canonmates, I'm taking her from shortly after the start of Sae’s Palace … because, y’know, why not make this as stressful as possible for her. ]

5!

[survivaltricks]

[Akira is. . . obviously not meant for the life of a star. not with the way he keeps getting passed over for roles in these elaborate new blockbusters with the excuse of being "too average." that's an insult that would cut through the heart of any fledgling thespian. . . though honestly? he doesn't mind it! Akira thinks it's actually kind of funny, especially since he hadn't signed up to be scouted in the first place. and if the Golden Peacock was finally going to leave him (mostly) alone while it tried to lure others into that faux-Hollywood lifestyle, then he'd take the peace and quiet. sometimes it pays to fly under the radar!]

[. . .]

[to. . . mostly fly under the radar]

[unfortunately, his otherwise plain appearance doesn't go completely unnoticed, as these production crews need assistants to cater to their talent, don't they? on more the one occasion, poor Akira finds himself recruited to tend to the cast's whims by bringing them snacks, coffee, bottles of water, or anything else they might desire. this. . . was one such occasion]

[nobody gives him a name of the next Dragon Lord to be. they only describe her as "fierce" and "powerful." proper traits for a Dragon Lord of a blockbuster movie, he supposes? but that's why he is only half paying attention when the director calls the scene, head thrown back slightly as he sips on some water, only partially interested in everything going on around him]

[. . . and then the "Dragon Lord" waltzes out from behind a cave wall, and. . .]

[his spittake is so loud there's no way it doesn't somehow make it onto the footage. a few other members of the staff give him disgusted looks, while another grumbles Can't you keep it to yourself until the scene is finished? under their breath. but Akira can't help himself. can't help the way he stares in open-mouthed shock, knuckles pressed against his lips, features slack. this?? is the new Dragon Lord???]

-- Makoto?!

[WHY ARE YOU RUINING THE TAKE, AKIRA]

Hiyori Tomoe | Enstars | 8♠️ | current character

[tfy]

🎥 {Actor Resume}

EVE

Height: 177 cm
Weight: 61 kg
Age: 20
Eye color: Purple
Hair color: Cabbage
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TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES

• Selfish Princess
• Obnoxious Court Jester
• Expensive Hooker
• Glorious Protagonist, Clad Head to Toe in Pure White, Whose Job It Is to Vanquish the Five Evil Harbingers of the Apocalypse

KINKS & FETISHES

• Exhibitionism
• Petplay/Collaring/Leashing
• Pillow Queening

SPECIAL SKILLS

• ✨✨✨Dazzling Smile✨✨✨
• ✨✨✨Dazzling Aura✨✨✨
• ✨✨✨Dazzling Voice✨✨✨
• Hip Thrusts
• Body Rolls

🎥 {Dolled Up}

[For various reasons, Hiyori hasn't felt his best lately. But the prospect of acting in a movie? Of getting to dress up, step into someone else's shoes, and do something adjacent to the idol work he did back home? It seemed like just the thing he needed—if these movies are the real deal, that is, and not just glorified adult films. Instead of clamoring for the lead role, he decides to hang back and observe!

The staff, however, doesn't need people to hang back and observe. They're short on make-up artists, and he seems like someone who might know his way around cosmetics. So, he gets roped into doing that! Rather than being drawn to the prettiest actors, however, he's instead drawn to the more nervous-seeming newbies: the ones squirming in their seats or fussing with the staff. Those types are just begging to be meddled with. He'd like to give them a confidence boost. And so here he is standing by your character's chair, armed with a sponge and a make-up brush as he starts to dole out instructions.]

Lift your chin up, please! And do try not to frown so very much. One, it causes wrinkles, and two, it makes it harder to apply make-up. And third of all, I'm sure you'd look much lovelier with a smile on your face.

🎥 {Space Opera} Take One

[The fantasy setting appealed to him more than the spaceship. However, he heard something or another about a dragon, and he does not want to have to fight one of those, so in the end, he boards the elevator for the floor labeled "STAR WARBLERS," dressed in an appropriate costume. Simple, but the purple really brings out his eyes! And at least there shouldn't be any dangerous monsters lurking aboard a spaceship.

The plot, with its tale of warring factions, seems rather generic, but no matter. He reads the script front to back anyway, as he would for any job back home. Not hard to do, considering how bare bones it is, but that's where his natural talent comes into play. He takes to the role of Palm Soldier with gusto. And as a member of the opposing faction steps into the lab, drawn to the coveted Gemstone Egg, he makes his grand entrance!]

Halt!

[He steps out from the shadows, eyes blazing, brandishing his laser gun and aiming it squarely at your character. It's just a prop, but he carries it like it's real!]

Step away from that egg, or I'll shoot!

🎥 {Space Opera} Take Two

[There shouldn't be any dangerous monsters lurking aboard a spaceship.

... or so he thought, but...]

Eeeeeek!

[The shriek he emits is blood-curdling. A quick glance inside the research lab will make it immediately clear why he screamed: both of his feet are encased by the green goop. And its writhing, jelly-like material is expanding, swallowing both his ankles and threatening to engulf his legs next. He tries to wrench himself free from it, pointing his laser gun at the slime and shooting. But the gun does nothing—it's a stage prop, and the goop is not.]

Ugh, it's slimy...!

[It's gaining on him! All he can do is look to your character in desperation, shouting at them:]

Hurry up and kill it, please!

[Ah, but do they even belong to the same legion...?]

🎥 {Premiere Night}

[Despite the various issues that cropped up during filming, he still chooses to attend the premiere, even smiling and waving to fans as he walks the red carpet. He's still depressed over recent happenings in the resort, but nothing cures depression quite like seeing one's own beautiful face blown up on the big screen. Hiyori sits back, he reaches into his bag of gourmet costume, and he prepares to enjoy looking at his own face!

So you can imagine his disappoint when, during the climatic confrontation over the egg, the camera focuses exclusively on his butt. Not on his convincing expressions, his body language, or his pose with the laser gun. Just his butt! That's it! Someone really liked the way it looked in that space costume. Which he doesn't blame them for, but still!]

Ahhh, how predictably dull.

[He shakes his head to himself from his audience seat.]

It's like they're not even trying to capture all my good sides.

(OOC: OTA 16+. Am open to other prompts, including costume/dress-up shenanigans, Lord of the Wings (especially the therapango prompt) and, yes, the porno shoots (probably either discussing the shoots, watching a shoot and trying to pick up performance tips from it, or shooting something small/for personal use). Also happy to write custom starters. PM this journal, or you can reach me at cuedramaticmusic on Discord.)

— premier night (if you don't mind another thread ♥)

[dilettante]

( reira had arrived to the premiere of this particular movie a bit earlier than most, mainly to see what was going on, what free gifts were being offered, and if she recognized anyone else who had come here.

by the time hiyori came by and had made himself comfortable in his own seat, reira had been sitting not too far off. she had been tucked away at her own chair, mostly mindlessly scrolling through her watch as she wasn't too drawn to seeing pornographic films.

it was only when she heard a familiar voice that she peaked her head out and saw hiyori. she wasn't too sure if he would want her company again anytime soon given what had happened to him, but never being too shy, she eventually strolled over and took a free seat next to him, offering him some popcorn she had in hand. )

I know, they're so rude. They barely got any good shots of me in my own film. You'd think they'd actually be better at that kind of thing but what can you do?

ferdinand von aegir | fire emblem: three houses | new character/player

[nobiliteatime]

[ WELCOME TO THE LOT ]

[ He had been rather disoriented at first, but the new arrival who'd burst out of the room in his trailer wearing naught but a close-fitting silk robe had, despite his misgivings, settled down fairly quickly after introductions had been made. It was fundamentally important, of course, that he maintain his composure even in the most unusual of circumstances, even if those circumstances included waking up in a strange place while humanoid figures with the heads of birds stood guard outside this unusual carriage.

He's already taken to scouting the cabinets, and it hasn't taken him long to familiarize himself with the kitchen features of the trailer, such as it is. He's even located some cups, saucers, and a kettle. He's even figured out how to use the stove after some trial, error, and nearly catching his own robe on fire in the process. Now, either because he wants to be a gracious trailermate or because he needs to calm his nerves, he's getting ready to make some tea. Probably both. ]

I would have preferred loose leaves, but at least these "teabags" are labeled. The spelling leaves much to be desired, however. There is only one s in "Jasmine."

[ The gentle aroma of a breakfast tea fills the trailer. With a polite smile, he turns to whoever has the fortune(?) of sharing a trailer with him. Ever the image of politeness, he presents a saucer with a full, steaming cup in one hand, and a tray with some sugar (that he liberated from its packet, because how tacky of it not to come in cubes) and a spoon. ]

I hope this is to your liking. It seems like quite a bother just to make a simple pot of tea here.

[ ACTOR RESUME ]

[ Unbeknownst to Ferdinand, perhaps because it perceives his inexperience with any form of technology, the resident AI has already generated a profile for him. It's mostly accurate, though it's made a few inferences here and there... ]

FERDINAND

Height: 5'11" / 180 cm
Weight: 160 lb / 73 kg
Age: 24
Eye color: Soft orange/amber
Hair color: Soft orange

TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES

• Chivalrous knight
• Student with crush on teacher
• Gentlemanly love interest

KINKS & FETISHES

• Passionate women
• Risk of discovery
• Tea

SPECIAL SKILLS

• Quick learner
• Excellent at hugging
• Bad poetry

[ INDIE HITS (nsfw; aphro optional) ]

[ It was all quite overwhelming to wake up in a strange place filled with strange beings and told to do, frankly, strange things. All of Ferdinand's attempts to negotiate with the crew were stymied and had led to a series of misunderstandings. Ultimately, despite his best efforts, he'd been shuffled rather unceremoniously through both the costume department and the make-up department, all in order to prepare himself for his starring role: the male lead in Oral Examinations.

The elaborate school setting certainly isn't much like the schools that Ferdinand is used to, and he doesn't even get most of the references in the script. He's been outfitted with a varsity sports jacket, a nondescript t-shirt, a stylish pair of denim jeans that just so happen to accentuate this musculature of his legs and bottom while maintaining some flexibility, and athletic shoes.

It seems that the only way out of this predicament is to go through with this role, however. From what little he's been able to gather from the script, his role is that of a student falling behind on his grades, and that his attractive teacher is going to present him with a chance to bring those grades up. The very idea seems patently absurd to Ferdinand, and yet, though he keeps it to himself, there's also something intriguing about such an arrangement, loath though he is to admit it. He stands outside the door to the classroom, unsure just who will be waiting at the desk inside once the cameras start rolling.

What Ferdinand hasn't been told, of course, is that the set might have been laced with some subtle aphrodisiacs, all to help the actors overcome their performance anxiety. The teacher's coffee or the apple on their desk, for instance, or perhaps even the cosmetics that have been applied to one or both of the actors. The AI can edit out the clumsier moments, but the audience demands real passion! ]

Alright... here goes nothing, I suppose.

[ With a deep exhalation, he turns the doorknob to the classroom door, barging in. ]

Please, teacher! You have to let me retake that exam!

[ LORD OF THE WINGS ]

[ It was mostly curiosity that brought Ferdinand to this particular set, but as it turns out, a heroic nobleman has exactly the sort of look the directors are looking for to play a valiant hero. And while this studio certainly is no Mittelfrank Opera Company, there's a part of Ferdinand that almost enjoys the prospect of performing on stage. Perhaps that's why he's unable to bring himself to snap out of his role as the dashing elven Prince Farian, complete with prosthetic ears, a flowing, open-chested white robe with with elaborate golden embroidery, a simple pair of sandals, and a suitably majestic white steed.

Actually, it's the costume's influence. The compulsion that Ferdinand feels is to guide the new arrival through danger and to safety. ]

Hold, good traveler!

[ In one fluid movement, he dismounts from his steed, hair flowing gracefully in the wind as he lands on both feet. The animal immediately darts off to the horizon, as the story would simply be over too quickly if they were to ride it to their destination. ]

I am Prince Farian, guardian of these lands, now beguiled by great evil. You court great danger by coming here, but with my steady sword hand, I can guide you to your destination and keep you safe from danger.

[ It's quite an introduction, and looking at the young man, he looks almost pathetically sincere and bright-eyed. ]

[ WILDCARD ]

( please feel free to bring your own prompt, or reach out to me via PM/discord if you have me to discuss options! m/f is preferred for smut. )

aaaah! I can't do much until next week but we'll manage (lord of the wings)

[crestsidestory]

[ The petite figure before him wears armor -- much lighter than any she would gravitate toward at home -- and her face is largely obscured by a helm. When she recognizes Ferdinand she considers dropping this act entirely; this is not how she would prefer to encounter him here for the first time.

Or even the second.

But she stands her ground. Frankly she is actually interested in a significant payout right now and she certainly can't let it seem as though the sight of him chases her off. She lifts her helm up and off to reveal a long pale braid pinned in a crown around her head and a pair of determined lavender eyes. Her chin rises, proud and stubborn. Only two things she currently wears are her own: the small golden earring dangling from her right ear, half a golden sunburst, and the gold cuff that resembles a flowering vine hugging her left earlobe. ]

I am not unacquainted with danger, Prince Farian. I intend to face the greedy dragon plaguing both your fair lands and mine, and I will put an end to its demands.

[ This declaration is nothing if not a solemn promise. ]

ishmael / limbus company / 2♣️

[wheft]

actor resume

ISHMAEL

Height: 171cm, 5'7''
Weight: REDACTED
Age: Mid-late 20s (26)
Eye color: Hazel
Hair color: Orange

TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES

• final girl
• honor student/class president
• overworked office lady

KINKS & FETISHES

• shibari/restraints
• risk of discovery/pregnancy
• hair-pulling

SPECIAL SKILLS

• great at tying knots
• adaptable, quick to think outside the box
• can do her own stunts

costume department (nsfw optional)

[ it shouldn't be too complicated to disrobe a maid costume, right...? that's what ishmael had thought at first when she first put on a rather conservative ensemble, save for the garterbelts she had to wear underneath. she's gravely mistaken, however -- the dress is too tight, clearly meant to put emphasis on her curves (which aren't even her charm point, mind). but after a moment of readjusting her dress to make it fit her form more comfortably, the air around her changes -- almost as if their wayward manager had selected that certain Identity from wuthering heights............

she can be found roaming the halls of the resort as though looking for someone, and whether she recognizes them or not, she will promptly approach them while holding her skirt to prevent herself from tripping, her expression stern once she catches up to them. ]

Master, how many times do I have to tell you not to stray too far from the estate? I've been looking everywhere for you.

[ looks like someone's been possessed with her own costume. though it also seems like she's probably done this before...? or more accurately, in another life. ]

short film - shame and liberation (nsfw)

[ upon reading her resume, the director thought they'd hit the jackpot with her -- they've always wanted to film a porno where the female lead actually knows her way around knots than the other way around. thus they decided to adapt a certain comic about a schoolgirl who has a thing for bondage and her unwilling(?) partner-in-crime who she experiments her bondage ropes on behind closed doors. a simple enough premise, but the director points out that chemistry between actors is going to make or break this film and they'd rather make it big if they can help it.

while the set takes five before the scene segues in an empty, dim classroom, ishmael dusts off the short skirt of her school uniform and regards her fellow main actor with a thorough once-over. ]

You heard the director, right? We've got to have decent chemistry first. So first off... have you ever done any of this before?

[ bondage? shibari in particular? filming pornos, or being at school in general? she doesn't elaborate, but she will expect the correct answer from her fellow guest regardless of how they interpret her question. ]

short film - train of thought (nsfw)

[ aka the obligatory chikan plot.

this particular movie is not too complicated to film due to its simple plot and location, namely the interior of a crowded train filled with faceless, nameless guests minding their business via listening to their headphones, taking naps whether they're standing up or sitting down, things like that. should be easy enough, but the directors are adamant in reminding their actors that subtlety is key -- the extras may make some leeway when it comes to groans and moans and certain positions in a crowded train, but the main actors must not attract too much attention when getting off (in a carnal way) lest they want to keep redoing the take over and over again until it's perfect.

and that's precisely why ishmael's exhausted in this particular set. so far, most of her fellow main actors don't know how to keep quiet, causing the director to retake shot after shot after shot AND don't they know how weird it is to have a tiny camera shoved up her shirt just to film her breasts while she's being groped? seriously, the nerve of some people.

anyway, here she is, being shoved towards the double doors of the fake train interior as more and more extras begin filing. whether her role in this film is an office worker or a schoolgirl (with the same outfit from the above prompt) doesn't matter, though -- she is sleepy either way, and she will slightly rouse from her exhaustion once she feels someone's presence right behind her, her heartrate ticking up from anticipation. is she going to initiate, or will the other person go for it first? either way, she's going to nudge herself backwards to signal the other person that the film has started. ]

wildcard

[ feel free to bring your own prompts here, especially if you only wish to do sfw threads with me on this tdm that aren't just the meido prompt! im down to smut with both f/f and f/m, so long as they're 21+. for the two film prompts, feel free to assume the role as her schoolmate or fellow coworker, or even a teacher or any person with a high position for a bit of powerplay if you like. for the third prompt in particular, i have a slight preference with her being the one who gets groped, but i won't be opposed to letting her take the lead sometime. just let me know!

otherwise, if you have other questions or deets you wish to hash out with me, just hmu at flowerworks or my PMs 🙂‍↕️ ]

costume department| May 10th in our hearts

[aureliasharr]

[Aurelia stares blankly for only a second as Ishmael approaches her, reeking of death and with the faint cracking and swirling to her aura that indicates ‘possession’. She’s an expert after all, the only moral thing to do is to determine how to break it and let Ishmael get on with her life.

One in which she likely stomps off away from her, just like last time they’d met.

Before the heart, that wouldn’t have bothered Aurelia, after it the thought digs into her thoughts and diverts them away from the ‘right’ thing to do. Instead she claps her hands once and adopts an appropriate tone. ]

And I you, I have too much to do today and I need your help if I’m going to be done in time for dinner. Come.

[And she turns on her heel and stalks her way towards hair and makeup. Her body language broadcasting that she has no doubts Ishmael will follow and help her with her booth. Playing along with a spirit’s unfinished business helps them leave, does it not? She’s helping, she assures herself.]

getian | reverse: 1999 | current player, new character

[wingbeats]

I — RESUME

gětiān

Height: 200cm | 6'7"
Weight: Surprisingly light
Age: Centuries Old
Eye Color: Yin & Yang
Hair Color: Chestnut Brown

TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES

• Reclusive hermit.
• Mysterious fortune-teller.
• Harbinger of calamity.

KINKS & FETISHES

• Praise & devotion.
• Skillful wordplay.
• Experienced partners to take charge.

SPECIAL SKILLS

• Playing music & singing.
• Calligraphy, art, & poetry.
• Geomancy & Feng Shui.
• Bone-reading & divination.
• Said to grant wishes.

II — PAPARAZZI

( catching like blood clots in the flowing veins and arteries of the Golden Peacock’s hallways and corridors, small mobs of paparazzi—both of the hummingbird-headed and the conscripted guest variety—can be found crowding around the guests both new and old who now find themselves shouldering the mantle of stardom and glamor. some handle the indignity of such flagrant encroachments to their personal space and privacy with far more grace and aplomb than others.

on that scale of best handling the paparazzi, getian would find himself at the very bottom.

he does not handle attention well. after countless years of largely-unbroken solitude spent living on his mountain peak, even listening to a few concurrent conversations happening around him can sometimes feel overwhelming. so when crowds of paparazzi descend upon him, pelting him with questions and blinding him with flashes of light from tiny machines he doesn’t understand, he reverts to an almost animal instinct. he will not fight these people. getian prefers to avoid fighting at all costs. so, as passersby might notice a particularly feverish knot of paparazzi in the hallways and galleries, pressing in on what seems like one individual, one of two things might happen:

a) getian, fearful and overwhelmed, hides. this miemeng bird can tower over an average person when standing up to his full height, but crouched down on the ground with his legs bent and his wings pulled up defensively over his head, he would scarcely come up to someone’s waist. the odd, harpy-like creature occasionally gives a shudder, seemingly too frightened and/or overstimulated to do anything else.

b) or… he’s had— )

Enough!

( there’s a small burst of energy that explodes as a shockwave out from the location at the center of the paparazzi, the air whistling and rippling with aftershock gusts. getian stands up to full height, spreading his wings to their full span and snapping them in several quick flaps to ward away the crowd that had clustered around him. his first cry had been impassioned, loud enough for the usually soft-spoken bird that it had hurt his throat. now, glowering at all those around, he speaks in a more level (yet no less seething) tone of voice: ) Stay away from me.

( then he takes wing—something that’s not very easy to do, inside this cavernous building, full of dead air and constricted spaces that rob him of wind, sky, and sun. once aloft, he flies over the heads of the others in the room, perhaps going to the very opposite end of the larger space or squeezing into another hallway to try to find a more quiet room to calm down.

for any who might think to not listen to his scathing words (they hadn’t necessarily been directed at them, after all!), he can be found perched somewhere higher in the resort architecture, perhaps on a low wall or ledge or support. his chest moves rapidly with breath, and his feathers prickle and fluff out with distress. )

III — THE LORD OF THE WINGS

( apparently, getian was a remarkable find, an incredible actor to play a part in the lord of the wings! he himself, however, has no idea what they’re talking about. he goes through the horrible procession of hair, makeup, and costuming before the even more horrible ordeal of being forced into the tiny space of the elevator. claustrophobia preses in on him from all angles, causing his breathing to pick up sharply and his dual-colored eyes to fly wide with panic. when the elevator actually comes to a halt and the doors open to the immense set, getian wastes no time. he flings open his wings and bursts free, wheeling with joyous, wild abandon into the endless expanse of the simulated sky. it might not be real (there’s a piece of him that can feel an edge of falseness to it, even if he can’t explain it to himself), but he doesn’t care. it is still wind in his feathers, sun against his back—these are the only things he cares about.

a) the miemeng bird is impossible to wrangle. a few overworked production assistants are sent after him to try to get him back to the parts of the set they’re meant to shoot scenes at, but he either flies away from them or wards them off with arcs of sharp, scattered bone fragments. it’s possible that you are sent to bring him back to set, if you can track him down from where he flies through the skies over any of the various regions. if confronted, he will perch on a tree branch and flare out his wings defensively, eyes set in a fierce glare as he lifts his chin to demand your intentions.

b) or perhaps you haven’t been sent after him at all. this would actually make him far more amenable to approaching, especially to those ranging close to areas he’s noted are more dangerous than others, such as the Fairy’s Forest. the wind picks up, accompanied by the rhythmic thudding of wingbeats, and the miemeng bird comes to hover in the air nearby, observing the other travler coolly. )

The path ahead is treacherous, ( he speaks in a gentle, accented voice, though something in his mien remains as of yet guarded, ) Tricks and illusions; I have seen even animals wander for hours without sense.

( of course, the other path that he hasn’t paid as much attention to lies in the similarly-treacherous (but in a different way) path of the snuggleblossoms… but getian doesn’t know anything about that. )

IV — SHORT FILMS (CASTLE)

( does he know what this set is meant to be used for? no. does he even understand at this point what a movie is? no, absolutely not. at first, he finds himself onto this set only because, due to the fluctuations of demand or perhaps a rotation of cast and crew, it was presently empty at the time that he came across it. and what fortune that was for him, given that this carefully-crafted depiction of an ancient Chinese castle is one of the most familiar-looking things he’s seen since arriving here—even if it is far more lavish than the zhici of pei city had been.

familiar surroundings are of passing interest, but the thing that keeps him here rather than continue on his pressing search for peace and solitude is some of the props. the set is constructed as a large, luxurious personal bedchamber, complete with doors flung wide to a sizable balcony, and though they may have been an afterthought, getian’s heart trembles with excitement when he comes across several instruments arranged in a corner. one of the most terrible things about this place are how his most precious possessions have been taken from him. his bone wand—carved from the wing of his departed friend. the jade talisman—the symbol of his own change, his decision to leave his mountain and learn more about the people who lived beyond it. they were gone, along with his flute and his other instruments. his instinct in the moment is only to pursue that which is familiar to him and brings him joy—music has always been first and foremost to him in that.

anyone passing by in the vicinity of the currently-unused set might hear the sounds of music drifting through the halls, and if they follow it to its source, they will find the miemeng bird in the center of the set, his wings held out to either side of him as the flute and strings of the guqin move and pluck according to telepathic suggestion, weaving together the tune.

of course, he wouldn’t have thought far enough ahead, that his momentary diversion would draw attention to him once again… )

OOC —

( as stated above, getian’s age is not confirmed but is at least 100+, if not centuries old. no restrictions on age or gender. anyone interested in anything nsfw with him should be comfortable with xeno/inhuman anatomy, as he has typical avian anatomy (meaning: a cloaca and no penis). )

iii - a;

[menhulu]

[ well. dan heng wouldn't have expected that his recently trained power of transformation would come in handy for something like this. he can easily imagine the preceptors' hair curling at the very idea of draconic transformation being used for something so mundane and blasphemous as fetching someone from the heights of a porno set.

a good thing, then, that he hardly gives a whit what the preceptors think.

so getian will soon find himself approached by a sinewy dragon that weaves through the air toward him, and while it is clear that this dragon is coming for him and not here for a casual fly about, there is nothing aggressive in its body language. in fact, the dragon flies quite smoothly, relaxed and unhurried, and when he is within shouting distance he stops, hovering in the sky, long tail flicking. ]

Excuse me. I have been sent to fetch you.

[ he says, whiskers twitching as his bright teal eyes move over getian. ]

Do you plan to come down any time soon?

vanitas / the case study of vanitas / 3 of diamonds (current player)

[maladie]

I. A C T O R ★ R E S U M E

Vanitas

Height: 176 cm
Weight: 57 kg
Age: 18
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Black

TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES

• Tsundere
• Insufferable brat
• Horny teenager

KINKS & FETISHES

• Being manhandled
• Busty women
• Biting

SPECIAL SKILLS

• Oral
• Starting fights
• Self-destructive behavior

*Important Disclosure:
This profile has been created using AI technology

II. P O S E S S E D ★ C O S T U M E

Type A
[Vanitas only has a single motivation during all of this: to acquire as many credits as possible. If that means agreeing to try on some costumes for whatever perverted low-budget film this place is cooking up, then he's fine being the guinea pig. His costume takes an absurdly long amount of time to fully put on. Then there's hair and make up. The pants fit so snuggly he fan feel the fabric hugging his skin a bit too tight when he crosses his legs. The costume staff takes photos and gets whatever they need from him before leaving him for the day. He's made it clear that he would not be in the film himself, but just supporting in the ways that he can.

So once he's free to go, he makes his way to the dressing room, closing himself in as he tries to pull the fake fangs out of his mouth, but they don't budge. He tries to undo the buckles of the costume's top, but he can't reach them. Even the gloves and make up on his hands seem stuck to his skin. The shoes refuse to be kicked off of his feet and those pants just cling to his legs like they have nowhere else to be.

Vanitas peeks out of the dressing room to find someone, anyone really, calling to the first person to walk by.] Pardon me. I could use some assistance if you don't mind.

Type B (Close CR)
[Because his desperation to stockpile credits knows no bounds, he reports to work again to do it all over again. At least this time at the end of the day he knows he'll need help getting out of the costume, so he doesn't bother with the dressing rooms, and instead returns to his own room. His stomach growls with hunger, likely from the long day he's had. Vanitas throws himself dramatically onto the bed, sending messages to anyone who he thinks might be willing to help without being weird about it. He doesn't even realize the way he's running his tongue over sharpened teeth and salivating at the thought of company.]

In my room. Need help getting out of costume. Can you come over?

III. V A M P I R E ' S ★ B I T E

[This isn't right. Vanitas isn't an actor, he doesn't even know any of the lines for the short film. The director who rented the camera assures both Vanitas and his cast mate that he will be generously compensated for his time and efforts if he can take direction and follow through with the scene.

On the bright side, there's only one scene. On the unfortunate side, it begins with Vanitas seducing his way into someone's bedroom in the dead of night, and ends with a aphrodisiac-laced blood-sucking and unhinged vampire sex. Director's words, not his own. The first part they get through without issue, but the next part? With no intimacy coordinator it looks like he's just expected to.. perform.

He's straddled over his costar's lap when the director calls cut, but the camera is still rolling, he's sure. To catch any little bit of chemistry between them. Vanitas keeps his voice down so the audio won't get picked up from the listening device--he doesn't quite have this kind of technology in his own world.]

How are we going to do this?

IV. W I L D C A R D

(I'm down for any of the prompts on here. If you want to discuss first, feel free to hit me up via PM or terrorate. Trigger warnings in advance for blood and vampire stuff gone potentially wrong.)

ii.a

[keita]

[ This isn't the first Keita has heard of someone having trouble in the dressing room, so he isn't surprised when he hears a voice calling out from one of the doors. He turns briefly, glancing around to make sure there isn't someone else who's more likely being summoned, and then pauses in front of Vanitas' door. ]

Yours won't come off either, is that it?

[ That's right—same boat, buddy. Keita is wearing something that honestly doesn't look too different from his normal attire of slacks and a waistcoat, and yet doesn't suit him at all for all its straps and various holsters for guns and knives.

He steps closer, lifting a leather-gloved hand as if in offering. ]

I'm happy to help if you need it.

sein | frieren

[cincture]

Extra Sets

[ so, you're in a church. it's a familiar enough setting for sein, if a little on to nose. they've got him dressed in black robes that stray a little from his standard fare, and while the quality of the material is nice (certainly far nicer than he's used to) he doesn't know how he feels about these ostentatious buttons... and what's the deal with this necklace? who the hell is that guy and what the fuck did he do to deserve that?

—actually, is it a necklace? they just sort of shoved it into his hand. he hasn't bothered to try putting it around his neck yet, and admittedly rubbing the wood between his fingers has been pleasantly distracting.

so much so that he completely misses whatever it is his scene partner has just said. ]

Sorry.

[ his voice is low, perfectly volumed for the intimacy of the small booth he and his unwitting scene partner has been stuffed into. the wooden wall separating them is only broken up by a rectangular screen of thin strips of woven bamboo, only allowing for him to see just a silhouette of the person on the other side. there is a scratchiness to his voice that implies he hasn't had to use his voice in a while; his first take of the day, and he's already spacing out. ]

You were saying?

[ something about a confession? ]

ETC

( it's a porn tropes event and he's a priest, what do you want from me. ota in terms of preference, but keep in mind he's in his mid- to late 30's. and i guess potential cw for mind-altered states; depending on how the thread goes, sein could possibly be influenced by the hotel to be the role instead of just pretending. ofc open to doing the other prompts but... yanno. i had to. )

well i mean

[saults]

[ tifa isn't necessarily someone who does much with church, though admittedly most the remnant churches in midgar have long since been rundown, with the only one being in a somewhat decent condition being over in the sector 5 slums, something she hadn't even known was standing until aerith had told her a bit about the time she spends there, tending more to a cluster of growing flowers in the midst of it than any actual church activity. not that tifa would have any idea what those are even meant to be.

even now, she's only going by the bizarre words from a script she'd been given — nothing more than a page long since a majority of it seems to be intended very much as filling in the blanks with exactly what it's expected to be. after all, while the descriptor had said she'd be modestly dressed, the dress she'd actually been given is hardly that. the necklace too dangles down too long that the small cross attached to it nearly disappears between the press of her cleavage, where a jagged scar on her skin rises diagonally along her chest stopping short of her collarbone. ]

Um— forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been several hours since my last confession and I—

[ she presses her lips together, not sure she could even get the words out, something about having touched herself to the sound of his voice. even if it weren't so ridiculous, it's still completely embarrassing to be spouting this nonsense to a total stranger, someone as forcibly looped into this as she had been.

someone who's apparently not even listening.

rather than start up again, she leans her face close to the screen that masks him from her on the other side of the booth, keeping her voice low as if it won't possibly be heard by whoever's orchestrating all of this. ]

This is all a bit too silly, right? Do we really have to be doing all of this?

manuela casagranda | fe: three houses | 9♣️

[nevus]

— ARRIVE ON SET —

[ now this is more like it. don't mind manuela as she attempts to erase the last two months from her mind; if things keep up like this, she might finally be ready to forgive all hotel transgressions simply because they're finally giving her the star treatment like she truly deserves.

( a — honeywagons ) feel free to find her standing outside one of the honeywagon, admiring the giant gold star emblazoned with her name. sure, it's one of four others that belong to the people she has to share the trailer with, but she doesn't seem too unhappy about it. the lavish silk robe (champagne-colored, trimmed with the softest fur she's ever had the pleasure of wearing) help keep her quite content (and thus, docile) for the time being. if you happen to pass by, she will happily stop you in your tracks to gesture towards the placard. yes, please do look and admire her name with her. ]

It's quite charming, isn't it? I can't say I know much about this Holly Wood every one keeps talking about, but you must admit she certainly has taste.

[ ( b — hired hens ) what's that? you hate attention? then allow manuela to soak it all in for you. rather unfortunately, someone in the make-up department has introduced manuela to the novelty of sunglasses, so she's become one of those people wearing them indoors. but at least she looks the part of the diva, swooping in with her long, swooping sleeves (someone keeps giving her furs) and stepping right in between you and the cadre of hummingbird paparazzi trying to snap the next viral photo. ]

Now, now, let's let the poor thing rest. They're clearly not up for it.

[ ( c — dolled up ) manuela has had to do her own make-up since she was just starting out, and so she is well-versed in what does and doesn't work for her features. on that same vein, she has learned to be discerning enough to make out what would best accentuate someone else's features. that's why she winds up shooing away the make-up artist that had been fluttering (and thus, aggravating) you. she takes it upon herself to either finish up or completely redo what they had been attempting on you — and unlike the flighty make-up artist, manuela is much harder to dissuade once she's set her mind to it. ]

There. How's that? Much more your speed, don't you think?

— EXTRA SETS —

( listen i'm not even going to bother writing something generic for this. choose this prompt if you want a custom starter (or feel free to write your own!) centered around any of the following tropey premises:

"incest": she's your mom/step-mom/aunt/step-aunt/you get it. you've been caught masturbating! she decides you need some help! or you're a virgin about to go on your first date and need tips! idk honestly the possibilities here are endless

hot for teacher: you need extra credit help

desperate housewives: the hot older lady in your neighborhood has a husband who SUCKS and not in the sexy way, won't you please give her the attention she deserves?

note there is a potential cw for mild-altered states in the form of thoroughly transforming manuela into the role, just in case the thread could use a little help. )

— ETC —

( every catalogue of pornos needs a milf and i am not sorry. manuela's preferences are ota 17+ and male-leaning. keep in mind she is 41 (and kind of really touchy about it). please take note of her opt out and potential content warnings! )

B

[tekkenseisai]

[ And, as the hummingbirds start to wheel around and peel off after snapping a few more parting pictures, the young woman behind Manuela breathes a sigh of relief. ]

Thank you. I'm not really used to that sort of attention.

[ She's dealt with crowds before, but coming under that kind of scrutiny suddenly and without warning has always been overwhelming for her ... and she still hasn't recovered from the shock of finding herself here in the first place. ]