【 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. 】
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
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[Instead of texing himself, Rude washes his face and peeks over Reno's shoulder to see the messages he's sending, finally picking up the few pages of script.]
You can handle the comms.
[Reno is better at socializing that he is, so he just nods and encourages his partner to do his thing. When he peeks again at the message he considers how it might be a little awkward with Zoro watching, but not in a bad way.]
Tell him they rent them out so that people can do amateur porn. I'll sponsor him. I have credits to spare.
you got it! it kind of feels like a part of me is missing without it which is why i'd really like to get it back that and it's pretty cool too guess i'll have to ask around more even if this whole place kind of gives me the creeps
[ Disoriented and otherwise preoccupied, Makoto was totally unaware that she wasn't alone in the room right up until the boy in the other bed yawned and sat-up ... a realization that she didn't exactly have the composure to accept gracefully in her current, highly anxious state.
[ She moves on instinct, taking a step back as he climbs out of his bed, hands snapping up and feet spreading to shoulder-width as she drops into a practiced fighting stance, ready to defend herself ...
[ And then he simply walks past her, shuts the curtains on that ... thing outside, and trudges back to bed as if all of this was the most mundane thing in the world.
[ It's so jarringly nonchalant that she can't even process it at first. She just stares at him for a few seconds, completely dumbfounded as he climbs into bed and pulls the covers back over himself.
[ When she recovers enough to actually think again, she tries to take stock of her situation. Whoever he is, he doesn't seem to be hostile towards her - at least not overtly so. Whatever that creature outside was didn't seem to bother him either, which suggested that he either hadn't woken up enough to realize that this wasn't a dream, or he understood whatever was going on better than she did. That begs the question ... ]
Who are you? [ A little stumble at the very beginning, but there's enough force behind those words to make it clear that this is a demand even she isn't snapping at him. ] And what on Earth is that thing outside?
(really, she should be used to this. waking up in a military style barracks last time and cars had been outlandish enough. so, why the hell was she in a trailer? amber eyes glancing at the ceiling then looking off at the buried body into her side, this time she isn't shoving someone out of bed. or falling out of bed, progress. they gave her this time one of the gaudiest looking negligee pieces, near see through and black with ribbons tied along the straps.
a thong too, unfortunately for her, which rides up against her tail just about. fuck. she wants to scream. couldn't they just let her chill back in her suite after the shit from last month? texas being a light sleeper is a bit useful, but she did not have it in her to stay in bed for a stranger when she attempts to get up. now, if they happen to be a clingy sleeper or the kind of sleeper that just, simply, doesn't let go no matter what? she starts to get annoyed.
damn it, let go! or that's what she wants to say when her near attempts at loosening the opposing persons arms around her causes her to unfortunately roll to the floor with her new "friend".
guess that's one way to wake up with someone, in a rather....compromising position that the wolf isn't happy about.)
b. casting call.
(once again, why is she stuck with this? they've already shoved at her a decent sized list of films and tropes that they thought fit her, both indie and otherwise. isn't this bad enough? she honestly wants to rip the list apart and leave, but she isn't. the threat of losing chips isn't something to sneeze at. plus she rather not learn what else they'd take after lappland disappeared. all that the front desk told her when texas was called down had been that the motorcycle she won was left to the other wolf.
at any rate, she's reading over this list again and making a face. what even are these names? who the hell is getting laid as a pizza deliveryman? second thought, they could spin that into her profession and she rather not see it.)
I swear this list has got to be the shittiest thing I've read.
(no, really. who the hell came up with it? she rather not get probed or tortured by whatever the machine listed is. that sounds like the worst mistake she could have ever made in allowing this as her choice, but she's already curious on how much worse it can get.)
c. forced novelty wolf companion.
(yeah, unsurprisingly, this was not her idea of a good time. lord of the wings had been a film forced on her because of her fitting the bill for something fantasy based. it wouldn't be so bad if she hadn't been forced into what looked like a tight leotard and cloak, medieval looking shorts too that accentuated her ass a little too much in how small they are. the idea was that she's supposed to be the companion they pick up along the way and that she's also supposed to "give in to her love with the heroine" later and have a passionate night under the moon.
like hell she wants to do that, but between the costume and the small bouts of arousal she's dealing with? her suit even showing signs of saturating slightly? she doesn't have a choice in the matter. not that she knows yet about what happened to her over the course of april whenever they found her on the penthouse floors.
anyway, she's seated in her....cave? den? yeah, let's go with den, carved into a fantastic looking tree and looking bored once she hears the sound of footsteps. her ear, pierced and fluffy, twitches in the direction of the entrance to this den before attempting to seem interested enough when she says:)
Welcome, traveler, you must have come from far away to see me.
(sorry that she sounds monotonous, even if she can act.)
d. typecasted.
(if someone really wanted to see her pissed off, now was the time. the reason? she was selected for a mafia based film, texas even protested heavily and found that it was on deaf ears. aggravating, but they chose one of their better mansion sets for this little project. the idea was that she was to get into a fight with her rival as the respected leader of her own familiga. can she kill whoever came up with this? she's actually considering murder as an option to them forcing her into a role that's all too familiar to her.
the role of mafiosi, she's stuck there at the "entrance" hall. waiting, while the fake rain falls down along window panes. she's to go out to the courtyard for a more passionate moment when they signal it after what would be a brief fight. texas is the one that's supposed to "win" and head into a moment of realization between them that they both wanted more than just the bloodshed.
that they wanted each other, to touch and to fuck one another like their lives depend on it. but as is usual, she's mad when it comes to these things. she always would be mad. mad even as she stands ready whenever the doors comes open. her fake swords held out, a well practiced stance despite how long it's been since she last had a proper fight with a weapon.)
You're here, come. Let's make this quick, shall we?
(if she sounds more aggressive, it's half from her suit mark and half from her annoyance. being reminded of the past never did sit well with this wolf.)
e. wildcard.
( or hit me with your own! i only ask for f/f for the more nsfw leaning prompts with no age restriction. if you'd like to plot out something, feel free to pm me or hit me up on plurk at entropist at any time! i'll leave as a note that texas is cursed from last month into needing to be vulnerable to satisfy her suit mark for anyone wanting to play with that. )
[ here's this for a twist: haru okumura has been strongarmed into being paparazzi. she stands with her little camera, obviously uncomfortable with the whole lot, but figures she ought to at least make an effort ]
Excuse me, may I please take your picture?
[ can one even be called a paparazzi if they just ask politely? much to think about ]
ii. hired hens b;
[ alternatively, haru has found herself at the mercy of paparazzi. it's not so different from home, as tabloid journalists would follow her around if given the chance to badger her with uncomfortable questions about her father and okumura foods ]
[ however, normally there'd be security, and there is not, so here is just haru looking very uncomfortable with all of this attention ]
Ah.... I'd rather not have any pictures taken---
[ snap, snap! two pictures against her will. come to her rescue? ]
iii. grab a gig;
[ so here is haru, dressed up in sexy battle armor, looking vaguely uncomfortable with her assets and curves on display. she's normally pretty modest, so this is just a sad mortifying ]
[ that being said, she has a job!!! to do!! and she will do it to the best of her ability. she points at you ]
You there! My name is---
[ don't say beauty thief don't say beauty thief don't say beauty thief ]
B-Beauty--- Warrior!
[ oh god ]
You must accompany me on this journey to rescue the brides from the dragon! No matter how difficult the terrain, I WILL protect you!
[ she is overacting every line to an embarrassing degree ]
iv. premiere;
[ here haru comes to grab her seat, being so polite about crossing seats and not wanting to bump into anyone that it takes her fifty years to cross ]
Pardon me--
[ she finally reaches a free seat, where you are seated, but stumbles at the last second and falls into your lap ]
[ and here is haru in... practically a chainmail bikini, with way more skin showing than she'd regularly show ]
[ she points at makoto dramatically, overacting her little heart out ]
Of course! I'm the Beauty Warrior [ she's just doubling down on it now after blurting it out accidentally ] and I've come to stop your evil deeds! I---
[ she's almost through the monologue when she realizes it's makoto ]
[ Okay so Lord of the Wings is not a good movie as it turns out, hardly a surprise but still. Mitsuru doesn't recognise the person she's been roped into sitting beside to watch what is essentially a porn film plus she's pretty sure her gift bag has a giant dildo in it... None of these factors are making this premiere seem like it's going to be an enjoyable event but she's still making the effort to sit politely, gracefully and with impeccable posture as always.
And then there's this guy. By her calculations it can't have been more than ten minutes into it that he fell asleep?
She'll give him maybe another five minutes more of snooze time before she discretely nudges him with her elbow and hisses out a whisper of: ]
Excuse me.
[ Not that anyone in this theater is likely to care about someone interrupting this particular movie. Hey if she has to suffer through this then this guy isn't getting out of it either. ]
[to say it had taken him a moment to wrap his head around the prospect of demons in churches being a bad thing would not be an exaggeration. It had stopped him so thoroughly for a moment that he hadn't originally even noticed when someone had arrived to fill the role of "antagonist" in this case... but after another moment or two, it's definitely easier to just accept it for what it is.
So, clad in a much more full robe than he's used to (and a number of... goodies underneath, fitting for the role of a slutty priest), he can clutch his makeshift holy book (that definitely doesn't double as a controller for a vibe, with a compartment in the pages to hold said vibe) a little more seriously. It's best to be properly in character, right? Even if the point really is just sex... now what was the line?]
Demon, begone. This church is a holy place, and not suited for a creature of sin like yourself!
[He's—a decent enough actor, as it turns out. Is the costume also having an effect? Who knows. What he does know is that it's very difficult to look at Reno like this, clad in gemstone and gauze, and not find himself wanting to blush. Of course he has no questions about how gorgeous the Turk is, but their previous interaction pales in comparison to this.]
[ Caleb isn't appearing in either of the major films himself. One or two very niche indie projects, maybe, but for the most part his time on set is spent lending a hand behind the scenes. He doesn't mind performing more menial tasks such as picking up and hanging discarded costumes in the changing rooms; in a way, it's almost meditative. He looks up from his work as someone emerges from one of the small curtained alcoves--not to hand him a costume, but still wearing one.
Hopefully Caleb is forgiven for being briefly taken aback. Even after a year and a half in this place, it isn't every day that such an ethereally beautiful person asks him to remove their lingerie. ]
Ah--no, I do not mind.
[ He manages a stilted response after a moment, perhaps slightly flustered, but sincere. His voice is low and pleasant, soft and naturally a little husky, with a gentle but prevalent German Zemnian accent. His eyes linger on Dan Heng's face before he turns away, and not only because it is so striking. As Caleb begins deftly picking apart the ribbon tied at the back of his neck with calloused but dexterous fingers (and trying not to let his eyes wander down the exposed line of his back), he digs into the vaults of his eidetic memory and recalls where he knows him from. ]
We spoke about books several weeks ago, didn't we? It is possible I am wrong, but I think I recognize you from your profile photos.
[ At least he can manage to strings words together normally now that they're past the initial surprise. ]
[ A sharp question before he can drift off again. Minato rolls over from his side to lie on his back, eyes open again. ]
Don't know, but... weird things happen here sometimes.
[ That week with the ghostly heartbeat echoing through the resort was pretty bizarre. Almost as bizarre as people walking around with chicken heads in the place of their actual heads.
Minato sits up and looks over at his company. That's... quite the robe she's wearing. Also pretty normal though, for a place like the Golden Peacock. ]
Arisato Minato.
[ ... ]
I've been here for a couple of months now.
[ He casts a glance at the dark silhouette of an odd "man" outside. Whatever the creature may be, it doesn't seem to be hostile. It's not moving away from the window either. ...well, as long as it leaves them alone, Minato doesn't have any complaints. ]
Now you've made me interested in meeting Arvess myself. You must be formidable as a warrior.
[oh are we small talking about something else now]
It isn't so bad, once you get accustomed to the House's requirements. Though... admittedly, I'm also new. I don't know if my opinion holds up to those who have been here longer.
Haha. I don't know where that one came from, it seems quite unconventional when you compare it to the others on the list. Perhaps it has something to do with my passion for battle?
Is your resume on here? We might have compatible roles.
a. I'll be in my (our) trailer [Natori is actually no stranger to dodging the paparazzi, nor to warding his sleeping space to keep strange creatures with bird heads from staring at him in the middle of the night. It's just a little disorienting to be worrying about both at once.
It's also a little disorienting to be naked and unaware of how he (or the others, because he can see that he unfortunately isn't alone) came to be here, but instincts work fast. As soon as he's awake enough to realize that he doesn't recognize the room as either his sterile apartment or a hotel on location for a shoot, he rolls out of bed like he's doing evasive manuevers and automatically reaches for his pocket for some exorcist supplies. Problem one: no supplies, not even a scrap of paper. Problem two: no pockets, just a gauzy robe trimmed with fake fur that ends around mid thigh. Okay. That's okay. He can improvise; that's the benefit of being able to manipulate paper. He might not have his normal tools with him for dealing with this supernatural threat (because this has to be a supernatural threat; he isn't going to be able to handle it if this is just a normal kidnapping) but he can make do with a notepad or even a stack of old receipts if he has to. He just needs to find some.
Sorry to whoever's sharing this very small trailer with him, because Natori immediately starts rummaging through the room with a methodical thoroughness, yanking the drawers out of the nightstands and leaving the cabinets hanging wide open in his search for 1) any paper products and 2) maybe some underpants. The only consideration he gives to noise level is that he murmurs the names of his shiki--] Hiiragi. Urihime? Sasago? [--rather than outright shouting for them, though his voice gets sharper with each one as they fail to materialize.
Okay. This is less okay. This might even be actively bad.]
b. his real headshots probably look just like this tbh
NATORI CHUUICHI💋
Height: 175 cm Weight: that's private✨ Age: 23 Eye color: red Hair color: blonde
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• Romance hero • Bookish nerd who is hot once he takes off his glasses • Damsel in distress
c. but what's my motivation for joining the bottoms separatist commune? [So here's the thing: Natori is a romance actor as his day job, and it suits him because he can turn his brain off and do it on autopilot. Even when he's dealing with the least professional production he's ever been in, where the 'script' is a one-line concept and the cast is whatever randos happened to be passing by in the supernatural kidnapping sex hotel, it's easier for him to turn on the flirtatious charm like he would any other role. Which means that instead of getting to the point of these indie shorts, he's standing around chewing the scenery and playing it like a pure romance. Sorry to his scene partners who have to put up with stuff like him clutching their hands together against his chest (three buttons undone and shirt carefully mussed but still on) and saying, with all apparent earnestness:]
I... have a deep confession to make. Do you promise to hear me out? The truth is... that I don't think it could ever work out between us. You see, [he bites his lip, breaking eye contact to glance down and away while still keeping as much of his face as possible in line of sight for the camera, and still not letting go.] As much as I wish I could give you what you need, I can't. I'm-- I'm a bottom, too.
[With a quiet slithering noise still audible to both the boom mic and his poor partner, a flat shadow shaped like a lizard crawls up his neck and around his jawline just in time for the dramatic reveal. For a moment, Natori acts as if nothing unusual happened, looking back hopefully as if his partner's love might overcome their fundamental compatibility, before abruptly breaking character as he realizes] --Oh, it's visible here, isn't it? [and finally releases their hands (and the stage).] Sorry about that. Should we do another take?
d. wildcard & info [idk wildcard me blazer, toss me something and I'll roll with it or feel free to reach out if you'd like to hash something out! Natori is 23, open to m/m, m/f, m/*, 18+ for NSFW stuff, kinklist available here.]
[ 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. ]
[He's not sure if the costume is having an effect on him, but Reno feels powerful in the getup he is wearing, his red hair open and falling over his shoulders like curtains of blood, two short horns growing out of his forehead in the same red and black color scheme as the rest of him. Besides his eyes of course, which seem to almost glow in the light setting of the church, blue and green sparkling in them like the jewels on his attire.
His tail moves on it's own, the wings twitching when he moves, and he tilts his head as he watches the priest come closer and speak his adorable little lines. Reno laughs, echoing from the walls of the church and showing off his even sharper canines than usually.]
What will you do if I don't leave?
[He pretends to be uninterested and looks at his long, black nails, then back at the priest]
Besides, you're the one who called me here, so I'm not going anywhere before I haven't been fed and satisfied ~
( if there was anything that could be deduced from spike in this moment, it was clearly the fact he had no qualms over being naked in front of another stranger. there was a deep layer of steam from the water surrounding them but really—
he seemed all but shy. as he pulled back his loofah on a stick, he swung it around to his own shoulder and stood about, keeping his own gaze on the other's face, mostly. )
How mean, what's wrong with me anyways? I'm muscular and pretty good looking.
( clearly he was far from being serious about that because really he wasn't looking to score with anyone, at least not yet. thankfully kinich's playful tone is only matched by his own. )
Huh, is that right? Some kind of weird punishment from this place? Or how's that work anyways?
('this guy's just offering up information for free, my lucky day', he thought before he leaned in a bit to look at the other's watch, a strings of water pouring over the other as he did that. )
[ There's a smudge of burgundy red coming into his field of view. Though his vision fails, Minato would recognize that voice anywhere. ]
Kirijo-senpai?
[ He presses a palm against his forehead and shakes his head, trying to dispel some of her concern. ]
I'm fine, just... tired.
[ The bone-deep exhaustion threatening to claim him is, admittedly, a familiar sensation. It's one akin to the sort that had increasingly plagued him all throughout the month leading up to graduation day.
...but surely, it can't be related. Scattering life-threatening and hazardous items anywhere in the resort was counterproductive to its goals, wasn't it? Your guests can't have sex if they're ill or on a serious physical decline, right? ]
...if it's not too much trouble, senpai, can you guide me to someplace where I can sit?
[ somewhere in the middle of her seventh hail mary, topaz will hear the loud creak of a wooden door being opened. from the corner of the church sits a book constructed of some dark, cherry wood, one of the more authentic pieces of the set — at least in terms of design. as for whether or not it's actually seen any real confessions that didn't begin with i've been a naughty, naughty girl/boy/person, that remains to be known.
stepping out from the confessional is the only other authentic piece in the set — a literal priest, insofar as you consider the term broadly (such as, say, a class) rather than purely an occupation.
said priest places his hands along his lower back, and proceeds to crack every conceivable bone in his spine as he lets out the low groan of a man who had clearly had to spend more than a couple of hours cramped up in there. because, yeah, nobody checked on him to make sure he heard the "Cut!" that signaled the end of his shoot.
three hours ago.
he turns towards the exit, happy and relieved to make his way, when he pauses at the sight of what is undoubtedly another film in the process of shooting. ]
Oh.
[ well this is awkward, isn't it? it certainly feels that way to sein, and to the pair of cameramen designated for topaz's shoot. well, whispers one to the other, her scene partner never showed up, so...
technically, topaz was meant to get railed by "lucifer himself," whoever the fuck that guy is, but big lucy never showed. the cameraman — overworked and underpaid — are only more than eager to make do with what they have.
what's that saying? "When god closes a whore, he opens a wind-ho." something like that. ]
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