【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
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[ As much as Gen loves being in the limelight, acting has never been a role he's been particularly interested in pursuing. He does enough theatrics all on his own without a camera following him to catch his moments that are a little more... cringe.
Though it sounds like even if dragon-boy here isn't up for theatrics himself, his weirdly chatty watch is.
There's a line he's supposed to deliver here himself, but he's gone off script several times already on his journey just to get the dragon's lair in the first place. So he'll gesture to the watch, a piece of tech that everyone is wearing and feelings wildly off for the high fantasy setting they're currently in, and comments dryly. ]
If you didn't customize that yourself, you might wanna get your money back from whoever did that for you.
[ His stage armor, still made of (cheap) metal, clinks loudly as he shifts to cross his arms. ]
[ If she sounds stiff or looks a little bit red in the face, it's because she's hoping that Mai had been filming Star Warblers, and was nowhere near the set of Lord of the Wings for Makoto's turn as the Dragon Lord. ]
[ likewise, haru seems to snap out of whatever she's doing, and a combination of both embarrassment and pure happiness to see makoto sparks across her expression ]
Mako-chan!
[ she repeats, and she appears to abandon her role completely (much to the chagrin of the staff surrounding them) to beam at the other girl ]
Oh, I'm so glad to see you! Ah, my apologies, I don't mean I'm glad you're in this situation, but just.... seeing you is so nice.
[ even if she's dressed up at the dragon lord. haru does ignore the production crew to reach for makoto's hands. maybe they'll fix it in post ]
[ unfortunately for both of them, the nearest person is blade.
he hadn't realized that dan heng was in the room, when he entered and began to strip out of his own costume after a long day of filming. the pauldrons and chest plate go first, followed by the vambraces, and it's only when he's begun to unlace the remaining ties of his shirt, already opened into a deep v over his chest, that blade hears dan heng's request and turns his head sharply at the familiar voice.
they were filming two very different films, it seems. even from behind, blade can see far too much of dan heng's skin under the teal fabric: the entire pale plane of his back, his legs, the delicate bone structure of his shoulders and arms.
something hot rises in the back of blade's throat. he should ignore this request, should finish removing his own costume and get himself the hell out of here before something terrible happens.
instead— ]
Fine.
[ blade turns, which is a bad idea, and lifts his hands to start to undo the laces that fasten the halter behind dan heng's neck. it's difficult, for blade; his fingers aren't meant for this kind of work, not anymore. ]
[ Costumes aren't really Gen's thing either. He prefers something comfortable and almost distressingly casual at all times, his official uniform when he's actually meant to appear before his troops, and his specially designed suit for combat. Anything else is unnecessary and unwanted.
So he's been wandering the rack of costumes with a bored look on his face for a little bit now with Mr. Horseman comes trotting up doing much the same.
Trying to show him somewhere he might find a fairly normal top would be one approach to that question. Barking out the first rude thought that comes to mind might be another, and the one Gen is a lot more likely to take. ]
Pretty sure they don't make a lot of normal things in your size, big guy.
[ That's a step up from lip licking bastard. An obvious rank up from Bakugo's previous position. If he works his way up, maybe he will even fall into the category of someone who's not annoying. ]
i couldn't tell how old you are from just seeing you.
[ Catching someone else's eyes and feeling as if you could be looking into a mirror is an uncanny sensation. When he has been that somber man, haunted by his own choices--and still is, often enough--it's uncomfortable to recognize something so familiar from the outside. Disconcerting, even.
But that is hardly a good reason to abandon his intentions. He knows nothing about this man. And now, of course, he is curious despite himself.
Since he hasn't been told to go, Caleb takes it as implicit permission to stay. He doesn't sit just yet, but casually peruses the shelves as they talk. A corner of his mouth quirks in a wry smile, small but far more evident than Viktor's. ]
I wouldn't knock people's hobbies if I were you. You'll have to pick up some new ones yourself before long. There is really not much to do around here when things die down.
[ The faux-seriousness of his tone is belied by the glimmer of amusement in his eyes. ]
Ah, right. Back 'home.' [goddd props to the method actors out there but they really can be exhausting sometimes. But really: while he hasn't yet come to understand just how this hotel can play with the minds of its residents, he has more than enough experience with ayakashi to know that these sort of weird fixations can develop. She seems human at first glance, but that doesn't mean much-- it was always harder to tell while inside an ayakashi realm if there weren't any obvious giveaways, and even if she is a normal human she could still be under some external influence. Or she could be fucking with him to try to lure him off to eat him, or she could genuinely just want to stay in character for whatever cheesy porno he committed to. The only way to find out which option it was is to play along.
So he gives her an absolutely dazzling smile and holds up his cup as an excuse.] Sorry I snuck off again. I didn't mean to make you work so hard to find me.
[Here's a fun fact about Natori Shuuichi: he had a housekeeper growing up and she was far and away the kindest person to him in the household since his mother died, so he knows how to be a good bocchan from personal experience.] Shall we head back? Lead the way.
[ the script, which blade had read beforehand and only half remembers, had been a relatively straightforward story. a neglectful husband and his disappointed wife sitting across from each other at the dinner table, followed by an argument, after which the husband storms out and leaves the wife alone—the setup, as he understands it, for a subsequent scene in which the wife's, er, needs are thoroughly and variously satisfied by either the mailman or the younger man living across the street, blade can't quite recall which. it wasn't very many lines, and he was told he would mostly just need to sit quietly and make sounds like he was pretending to pay attention, which seemed doable enough.
he was not, however, expecting that once he was seated in his place, that the woman who came in to play his "wife" would be none other than manuela. after their last encounter some weeks ago, blade had been confident that she would sooner die than set foot in a room with him again, and yet—here she is. not comfortable, perhaps, but neither is she calling for an end to the production. a consummate professional, it seems.
there's real food on the table. after the director calls for action, blade—who has never in either of his lives been an actor—turns his disinterested gaze on the plate before him and says, in a tone as bland as he can make it, ]
I'm going to have to work late again tomorrow.
[ they're not going to talk about it. why would they? they just need to get through one scene, and then manuela will be free to never see blade again. ]
[ it's a good thing these costumes are magical... though it looks like, despite what she's wearing, she does seem to be enjoying herself a little. or at the very least, getting way too into her role as "beauty warrior" ]
Th-That's right! I am Beauty Warrior!
[ she just doubles down on it..... ]
Ah, I will not be tempted by sirens, nor anything else but justice, so perhaps we should go through the Siren's cove? If you are not worried about being influenced by them, Blade-san.
Will the tabloids accept freelance pitches from an independent journalist, and if so, do those stories need to be at all true or could said independent journalist make up stuff about NPC guests?
[ The dragon cannot possibly only have two scenes, can he? Well, he could technically. A lot of movies save their dragons for only one specific part of the movie, usually the end, for the dramatics of it all. Still, this particular script wants to showcase the dragons strength and power before the might warriors come to tame him with the power of good sex.
That's all to say that the dragon needs a scene of taking down a band of knight extras to show his strength, power, and sexual prowess off with, so that the audience can know what the intrepid heroes are up against later.
Narumi, unfortunately for him, has been cast as one of those knights. He'd raised a bit of a fuss about it when he realized what was happening, but you know those scattershot cursed pieces of costuming? Guess how maybe not so accidentally was handed some armor with a little extra influence to it by the costuming department?
It's a fight between Narumi wanting to upend the script and show off, and the costume making him want to roll over and accept defeat the way he's supposed to for this scene. His jaw is clenched and he's actually sweating a little from the mental and emotional strain of it all as his fellow knights litter the set, defeated and blissed out looking from that defeat. Admittedly not a single one of them actually got the little D from the big D, because that kind of padding would really drag out the runtime of the movie, but they're doing a good job of pretending they did.
Narumi is a different story though. As the last knight standing, the script calls for the dragon to on screen conquer the final knight, which is to say Narumi is supposed to roll over and let Fuuta fuck him, which despite the growing part of him that weirdly wants to thanks to the armors desire to play the part right, he hasn't gone down yet. ]
Give it up already, asshole.
[ As if this scene is going to play out with Narumi winning. ]
[ Even though he's smiling, she can see it on his face and in his posture as he comes up to meet her. Considering everything she's heard about this "resort" already, she understands why ... but seeing him looking concerned makes her own anxieties feel just a little more tangible, even if she knows she isn't going to be facing them alone.
[ Her mind is pulled away from that train of thought by the sudden shift when they're face to face -- the way he blushes and pulls his hand away before it can settle on her shoulder. She's visibly confused for a moment ... and then she remembers what she looks like right now.
[ How she could have forgotten her "costume," she's not entirely sure, but she seemingly had, at least for a few minutes. Now that she's aware of it again, her posture closes off - arms crossing in front of her to give herself some meager cover. ]
I would appreciate that ...
[ ... ]
I woke up here this morning. I'm ... I'm a little shaken, but I'm alright. What about you?
I must confess that coffee and I have not always seen eye to eye. But I did discover that, on occasion and when brewed just right, it can be pleasurable.
But I would prefer not to think of either beverage as bringing someone that particular type of enjoyment.
[Akira's grin returns as he retrieves the cup from Minato, downing the last of the molten sludge with one quick gulp, head thrown back and everything. he swipes the back of his hand across his lips in one smooth motion, before crushing the paper into his palm and tossing it at the nearest trashcan]
[. . . he totally misses. oops. littering!! littering in the honeywagon!!]
They'll give up eventually.
[. . . he hopes??]
You're welcome to wait it out with me in here.
[actually. why is Akira here? he never did say, did he?]
Iiiii think I make pretty decent company, even while dressed as a sexy cop.
[ In some ways the hero's garb is a little more practical, a boot with a flat heel, armor that covers the chest and groin, though the helmet was rejected in favor of Gen getting to slick his hair back like he prefers during a fight. Admittedly though his entire midsection is showing, and that does seem like a pretty big vulnerability for a fight, but he's doing his best to ignore it as he casually rests his sword on some metal plated shoulder armor, while giving Tomura a less than impressed look.
The man can't even be bothered to sit up straight in his chair to greet him properly. It'd make him look a lot more imposing in this moment, and in turn make Gen look even better when he defeats him in the film.
... He's pretty sure defeat means fucking him.
He also only skimmed the script part way, having mostly improvised his lines as he went, so he's just assuming that the hero is meant to win this fight, which is a pretty dangerous assumption to make all in all. ]
Without even breaking a sweat. You think you can at least make this interesting for me?
[ Big words from a guy who got his ass kicked by Tomura before.
Then again, he didn't exactly have a script (presumed by him to be) on his side that would (again he's making some presumptions here) guarantee his victory.
He really shouldn't be thinking of a porn script the same way he does a classic fantasy action movie. ]
[ the crush of people entering through the open doors of the train is enough to push blade back toward the opposite side, which as he understands it is exactly what's supposed to happen. unlike the other scripts he's seen, the one for this film had been straightforward: press up against his co-star, who he would recognize by her outfit, and then figure out a way to make each other come without drawing too much obvious attention.
it's certainly a challenge, yes, but it's one blade thinks he can rise to. (ha, ha.) he lets himself be borne by the tide of people, turning away from the press of bodies until he finds himself face to face with—
ishmael. he manages not to say her name aloud, since the premise of the film is that they don't know each other, but blade recognizes her hair, and from the fact that she's the only person around wearing the outfit of an office worker, blade can guess that she must be his costar.
well. in a way, that's a relief. at their one previous meeting, ishmael had seemed focused and pragmatic—an ideal partner for a situation like this. the train sways, and blade presses up against her from behind, then lets one hand come to rest on her hip; the other presses to the glass of the door in front of her, a signal that their "scene" is about to begin. ]
[ Haru has absolutely no illusions about how not fit for the target audience of Big Tiddy Nun Needs he is, but he also does not have nearly enough shame not to audition for it anyway. What else could Big Tiddy Nun Needs need than a man with a negative chest?
He laughs as the demon hooks a finger under his scrap of a shirt, clearly serving absolutely nothing at all. ]
Mosquito bites? Check this out!
[ He snakes both hands under his armpits, doing his very best to push the muscles of his pecs together. ]
Read 'em and weep.
[ It's still kinda giving nothing. ]
You're gonna be so embarrassed when I'm cast as the lead in Mommy Milkers 9.
[ That last sentence slams into her with an almost physical force. Her eyes go wide, her mouth hangs open ... and after processing that for a second, she shakes her head. ]
No ... no, there has to be a way out.
[ And while that's true on a practical level considering that someone brought her here somehow, it's as much her trying to convince herself of that to keep herself from panicking as it is a show of determination. ]
[ Emotions are strange things; she's only known Texas - Cellinia - for a relatively short time, but she's become someone she values. There's a companionship there, something more than just the sort of weary comradery of being trapped together. There's something a little bit deeper; something Red hasn't had much time to interrogate. She doesn't know what might have gone through her mind while she was gone, but a part of her wants to know. A part of her knows she herself would have been worried, dismayed, a half dozen other emotions. None of them good.
But there's no time to unpack that now, is there?
Especially when it is a little easier to just follow the script for their little reunion. Even if Red, like Cellinia, hates that this is being recorded, hates the thought of it being shown to who knows how many people. She breathes out in a slow exhale, her expression not really hardening - more becoming determined. If she has to do this, she'll do it her own way. Or at least try to add her own little defiant streak. ]
If that's the way you want to do this - fine.
[ Red comes scrambling up those last few steps and leaps. It's a tackle, nothing artful about it. But perfect for a barbarian warrior heroine, right? ]
[ Well, her mark is a little weird. But who knows with this place? The lobby is quieter, although there are still paparazzi lingering in the corners. But at least it is quieter, if not strictly private. ]
...what? Really?
[ She folds her arms with a frown. ]
That's a bit strange. But this place fucks with our heads all the time, so I can't say it's a surprise. How are you holding up?
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