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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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[ 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. ]
[ here's the thing about manuela and shame. it's a complicated dance, and one she hasn't so much as perfected as she has grown used to, which is just a convoluted way of saying it's complicated. for manuela, shame had become a learned thing. society was quick to teach her what was and was not okay for a woman, and a woman of her age at that. and so shame is, in many ways, a familiar friend for her.
but neither does that make shame an easy thing to swallow. familiarity only ever prepares her for what to feel, not necessarily allows her to work through it in any meaningful way.
which makes all of this so much more uncomfortable than it should have to be. the last time she had seen blade, they both couldn't turn the opposite way in the hallway fast enough. and the time before that... well. the wound is still fresh, the hurt is still raw. it is hardly the first time a man has ever dismissed her, but somehow it hurts a particular kind of hurt when it had looked like — at least for a moment there — something like a friendship taking root between them.
but it's fine! of course it's fine. she is a professional, through and through, and all she really has to do is get through the first few lines of dialogue with him, then hopefully get thoroughly distracted by way of getting her guts rearranged. she can manage. ]
Of course you do. And I'm sure if you didn't, you would have found any number of reasons not to have to see me again.
[ going entirely off-script? speaking louder than she has to, with more emotion in her voice than is necessary? this is manuela, managing. ]
[ the genuine irritation in manuela's voice is both surprising and familiar. she'd sounded exactly like this the first time they'd met, her tone cutting and sardonic over the insult he'd paid her, but after their last meeting blade hadn't thought she cared any more—at least, not nearly enough to be angry about it still. and if that were to be the case, blade himself had tried not to care as well, so that they could pass each other in the hallway without another glance—but instead here he is, lifting his gaze from the plate in front of him to regard manuela with a long stare.
that's the thing, isn't it? why is she the only one upset? maybe it was his mistake to trust her, and that's why the room had forced him to spit out his deepest secrets, only to have them picked up and wielded against him. well, it is his fault in the end, isn't it. his sins are his own burden, and a weapon doesn't deserve anyone's friendship to begin with. more the fool him for forgetting his place. ]
Don't start, [ blade finds himself saying. it's partway scripted, but not entirely; he's no actor, but maybe with an assist from the setup he's finding himself at least able to meet her in the middle. ] As if you're dying to spend time with me these days?
[ the sound of cutlery and glass clutter loudly when manuela's hands suddenly come down on the table, her carefully crafted control shattering the second he pushes back. that isn't supposed to happen. on the script, off the script — the husband wasn't supposed to care enough to fling any acid back at her. in a way, the lack of apathy is even more devastating; hope can be so very cruel in a situation like this. ]
I will do what I want.
[ why is she still so surprised how cutting his words could be? that time in the basement should have prepared her well enough for it, and yet here she is victim to their edge again. she should have steeled herself by now. ]
Which would include spending time with you, if I knew you wouldn't be so utterly miserable every second of it.
[ the clatter doesn't startle blade, but his gaze does lift from the plate in front of him to look incredulously at manuela. that outburst is certainly not in the script—or at least in what blade remembers of the script—and it speaks to a more genuine emotional response, which surprises him in turn. she shouldn't care. she'd demonstrated that she doesn't, in the way she'd turned on her heel and walked away from blade not a week ago. so why, now, does it seem like she's angry? ]
Of course you will, [ blade says. he's grasping for ways to at least take this conversation in the same rough direction that the original, scripted fight was supposed to go, although he's not sure how much it matters, as long as the outcome is the same. ] Just like you always do. You like to interpret things your own way and then take action without even confirming that you're right.
[ like the first time they'd met. like the time in the punishment room. blade takes a glass in his hand, then sets it down, as if concerned he'll grip it too hard and break it. ]
I've never been miserable with you. You would know that if you'd bothered to ask.
[ she has always had a knack for conveying emotion. part of theater work is making sure that even the seat furthest from the stage can still feel what the actors on stage are feeling, which means manuela has more than mastered big and bold gestures.
the ironic thing is that small commotion with the dinnerware is manuela reining things in. ]
And what will come of asking? All you'll do is turn me away again.
[ he made that much clear in the basement, hadn't he? ]
Don't pretend like I haven't tried. Or like you weren't the one to pull away first.
[ and maybe it's true, that this was all just a jumbled mess of misunderstandings. and maybe manuela is at fault for reacting as strongly as she does, each time. but while her mountains might just be molehills after all, she never starts from nothing. ]
[ what right had he to stay where he wasn't wanted? if manuela would rather not see him, then of course blade would stay away. he has no sense for the nuance of things. it doesn't matter. it shouldn't matter, because blade is a tool, a weapon of vengeance. he is friend to no one, has no tenderness left in him after seven centuries spent reforging his body into something hard and unfeeling.
and yet—and yet. ]
I may be a fool, but even I'm not fool enough to stay where I'm not wanted, [ he says. ] I care for you at a distance, so you can live the life you deserve without interference from someone like me.
[ was that scripted? blade can't remember. it feels true enough—feels right that he set manuela free of the shackles of any relationship between them, so that she can be as free as she deserves to be and pursue whatever life she wants to pursue. ]
[ for a second manuela feels the flame in her chest flare and burst — but all the escapes her is a brief, abortive sigh. ]
You called me desperate for so much as wanting you close. You said that I was the fool, remember?
[ just like that, all the anger has slipped from her tone. replaced instead by something tired, weary. as if this is a conversation they've had many times before; in reality, it's one she's had to have with herself during all those lonely nights she was made to wonder what was it about her that made her so unlovable in the first place. so much for the script. ]
What else was I to say but what you clearly wanted me to?
[ slowly, her fingers curl into her palms. ]
I would have begged you a dozen times over to stay, I would have made myself look an even bigger fool and deluded myself into thinking it was where you wanted to be. So please don't sit there and tell me this distance is for my benefit. I never once wanted it.
[ despite himself, blade feels a brief frisson of disbelief. after everything he admitted to, however unwillingly—the curse of his ceaseless pain, his unwilling immortality, his desperate wish to finally die—and what she remembers is that he called her desperate? not that it was a question, are you desperate for a man that you would even accept one like this?, and not that it was manuela, not blade, who called herself a fool—
but the spark of it burns out as quickly as it came. blade is tired. he's been treading this path for too long to be surprised that the punishment for vulnerability is pain. perhaps he's overdue to learn that lesson again. ]
What I clearly wanted, [ blade repeats slowly. ] That isn't what I wanted at all.
[ what did he want? maybe to be forgiven. for being a monster, an abomination, for the blood on his hands and the scars on his skin, for his hubris and his failings. no, no. he left those things in the same shallow grave where he left the man he used to be, hasn't thought of them in quite some time.
but even so, when his gaze lifts from the plate in front of him to look at manuela, his eyes are alight with determination and desire. a flare of crimson in the iris, his brows drawn together and his expression severe. let him not be mistaken this once. ] You told me to go and so I left, [ he says. ] If you want me to come, all you need to do is say so.
[ although there is something slightly predatory in his body language, something that suggests that should she call him to her she may not find it easy to escape him again... ]
extra sets!
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. ]
rubs my greedy lil hands
but neither does that make shame an easy thing to swallow. familiarity only ever prepares her for what to feel, not necessarily allows her to work through it in any meaningful way.
which makes all of this so much more uncomfortable than it should have to be. the last time she had seen blade, they both couldn't turn the opposite way in the hallway fast enough. and the time before that... well. the wound is still fresh, the hurt is still raw. it is hardly the first time a man has ever dismissed her, but somehow it hurts a particular kind of hurt when it had looked like — at least for a moment there — something like a friendship taking root between them.
but it's fine! of course it's fine. she is a professional, through and through, and all she really has to do is get through the first few lines of dialogue with him, then hopefully get thoroughly distracted by way of getting her guts rearranged. she can manage. ]
Of course you do. And I'm sure if you didn't, you would have found any number of reasons not to have to see me again.
[ going entirely off-script? speaking louder than she has to, with more emotion in her voice than is necessary? this is manuela, managing. ]
no subject
that's the thing, isn't it? why is she the only one upset? maybe it was his mistake to trust her, and that's why the room had forced him to spit out his deepest secrets, only to have them picked up and wielded against him. well, it is his fault in the end, isn't it. his sins are his own burden, and a weapon doesn't deserve anyone's friendship to begin with. more the fool him for forgetting his place. ]
Don't start, [ blade finds himself saying. it's partway scripted, but not entirely; he's no actor, but maybe with an assist from the setup he's finding himself at least able to meet her in the middle. ] As if you're dying to spend time with me these days?
no subject
I will do what I want.
[ why is she still so surprised how cutting his words could be? that time in the basement should have prepared her well enough for it, and yet here she is victim to their edge again. she should have steeled herself by now. ]
Which would include spending time with you, if I knew you wouldn't be so utterly miserable every second of it.
no subject
Of course you will, [ blade says. he's grasping for ways to at least take this conversation in the same rough direction that the original, scripted fight was supposed to go, although he's not sure how much it matters, as long as the outcome is the same. ] Just like you always do. You like to interpret things your own way and then take action without even confirming that you're right.
[ like the first time they'd met. like the time in the punishment room. blade takes a glass in his hand, then sets it down, as if concerned he'll grip it too hard and break it. ]
I've never been miserable with you. You would know that if you'd bothered to ask.
no subject
the ironic thing is that small commotion with the dinnerware is manuela reining things in. ]
And what will come of asking? All you'll do is turn me away again.
[ he made that much clear in the basement, hadn't he? ]
Don't pretend like I haven't tried. Or like you weren't the one to pull away first.
[ and maybe it's true, that this was all just a jumbled mess of misunderstandings. and maybe manuela is at fault for reacting as strongly as she does, each time. but while her mountains might just be molehills after all, she never starts from nothing. ]
no subject
[ what right had he to stay where he wasn't wanted? if manuela would rather not see him, then of course blade would stay away. he has no sense for the nuance of things. it doesn't matter. it shouldn't matter, because blade is a tool, a weapon of vengeance. he is friend to no one, has no tenderness left in him after seven centuries spent reforging his body into something hard and unfeeling.
and yet—and yet. ]
I may be a fool, but even I'm not fool enough to stay where I'm not wanted, [ he says. ] I care for you at a distance, so you can live the life you deserve without interference from someone like me.
[ was that scripted? blade can't remember. it feels true enough—feels right that he set manuela free of the shackles of any relationship between them, so that she can be as free as she deserves to be and pursue whatever life she wants to pursue. ]
no subject
You called me desperate for so much as wanting you close. You said that I was the fool, remember?
[ just like that, all the anger has slipped from her tone. replaced instead by something tired, weary. as if this is a conversation they've had many times before; in reality, it's one she's had to have with herself during all those lonely nights she was made to wonder what was it about her that made her so unlovable in the first place. so much for the script. ]
What else was I to say but what you clearly wanted me to?
[ slowly, her fingers curl into her palms. ]
I would have begged you a dozen times over to stay, I would have made myself look an even bigger fool and deluded myself into thinking it was where you wanted to be. So please don't sit there and tell me this distance is for my benefit. I never once wanted it.
no subject
but the spark of it burns out as quickly as it came. blade is tired. he's been treading this path for too long to be surprised that the punishment for vulnerability is pain. perhaps he's overdue to learn that lesson again. ]
What I clearly wanted, [ blade repeats slowly. ] That isn't what I wanted at all.
[ what did he want? maybe to be forgiven. for being a monster, an abomination, for the blood on his hands and the scars on his skin, for his hubris and his failings. no, no. he left those things in the same shallow grave where he left the man he used to be, hasn't thought of them in quite some time.
but even so, when his gaze lifts from the plate in front of him to look at manuela, his eyes are alight with determination and desire. a flare of crimson in the iris, his brows drawn together and his expression severe. let him not be mistaken this once. ]
You told me to go and so I left, [ he says. ] If you want me to come, all you need to do is say so.
[ although there is something slightly predatory in his body language, something that suggests that should she call him to her she may not find it easy to escape him again... ]