【 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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[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 Click for prompt!
Yatogami
Height: 173cm (5'8") Weight: Secret~☆ Age: 1050~ Eye color: Blue Hair color: Black
[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 Click for prompt!
[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 Click for prompt!
[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?
[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?
[If there's one thing Yato's noticing, it's that there's something suspicious about these clothes they're being offered. More than once he's seen people acting out the roles of their costumes, getting so into it that it beggars belief that they could ALL be so chill and into it. So he catches on that there's some magic or such going on. Not enjoying the thought of being influenced by his hasty clothing choice, he tries to remove it to no avail.
That's when he "asks" for help, interrupting Hiyori's fun time. At being scolded, Yato sheepishly hunches up his shoulders and glances away, trying to ignore how the other guy has to look at him in this getup.]
S-Sorry.
[It's said awkwardly and somewhat grudgingly, like he's not used to apologies. But desperate times require drastic actions. If he has to apologize or beg, then dammit, so be it! His pride isn't so weak as to crumble from a little humbling behavior.]
Ugh... I dunno. I guess I was just desperate to get something on so I wasn't stuck wearing a skimpy robe.
[Although a skimpy outfit like this is hardly better. Maybe he did kinda want to play dress up, but like hell is he admitting it!]
[There are no hard feelings once the guy apologizes. At this point, Hiyori feels sorry for him! Especially when he hunches in on himself, his head hung in apparent shame.]
I think a robe would've looked rather more dignified, no matter how skimpy it is. But what's done is done, so...
[He smiles, tossing the vibrator-microphone aside. He still intends to sing, and giving up the microphone fills him with immediate yearning to have it back. But he'll get to the concert in a minute!]
You want out, right? First we'll start with this part.
[He reaches out with his gloved fingers, slipping them under the edges of that fake leather vest. Unlike when Yato was trying to get it off himself, it seems Hiyori's having no trouble pulling it off his shoulders. ... Huh.]
[This customer does not seem happy at the beginning of it all. Perhaps it has to do with the person escorting her, explaining "the vision" to Yato, and making several disparaging comments about how the material is good but how plain and neglected she looks. The dour expression of the woman seems to sharpen to daggers every now and then before redirecting to his her obvious distaste.]
[but, like, she is kind of a mess. There are knots and tangles in her hair that require some serious work. Some are buried only a layer of half-brushed hair and the quick realization that any illusion of volume was simply caused by a hidden rat's nest. She doesn't flinch at any of the work done to undo it, though. She may have directed hateful looks at the director but Yato won't earn and ire just by doing his job.]
[And, slowly but surely, the wafting scent of the hairspray is getting to her. It may not show on her face but it's making her a lot more tolerable to sitting there.]
... is it, [a very soft voice, that ironically matches the director's vision of an innocent Snow White more than the rat's nest he dragged it,]
Very cute. [The sweeping curls do de-age her, and she naturally sits up a bit straighter in her seat to match the image presented to her in the mirror.]
[To his credit, Yato frowns throughout the entire explanation, clearly not caring for the terminology being used and the demeaning remarks directed towards his latest client. There's no need for such language, to be so harsh on someone who's clearly having a bad time of it as is. Besides, it's incredibly insulting, which he takes offense to!
Admittedly, there's plenty of room for improvement just in the basic care department, which he can and happily does, being ever so gentle and taking his time to get every tangle, every knot picked free without pulling. Even if it takes them the better part of an hour, he gets the job done with only the rare tug, coupled instantly with apologies.
Finally though, they manage to get some semblance of order into the curly mess of hair, bringing back some of the luster and bounce to give it a more healthy appearance than was initially obvious. Very pleased with the job, he beams, gently floofing her hair up to show how light it is now.]
It is! [Carefully he goes through her hair once more to ensure that every single tangle is out, then he steps around to the side, resting a light hand on her shoulder.]
I think so too. It was a bit out of control there at first, but we got it taken care of. Thanks for being so patient with me. [Since in his mind, it was a team effort. He's just glad to see her seeming in a bit better mood.]
[There wasn't any value in being a prize for the director. His disdain, while offensive, had been her initial goal. People who were fixated on looks should glance over her and leave her to her business and interests. The resort, as far as she had experienced it, refused to simply let her serve as background components.]
[Insidious thoughts slide in, though, like... doesn't it feel nice to have someone comb her hair? To apologize for any pain caused, no matter how minor? Doesn't it feel good to be cute? Doesn't it feel good for a person to call her cute?]
[Embarrassingly, her head tilts a bit as the hand pulls away from the final touches. She was used to the sensation now. While she still struggled with many of the baser desires the aphrodisiacs bloomed in her, simply having her hair touched was easy.]
Um. [Her hands raise up a bit in her lap, a habit from usually signing to communicate things. She puts them back down remembering she can speak now if she wants. She can communicate her desires if she wants. She simply has to overcome the shame associated with those desires.]
... thank you. You did very well, it wasn't painful.
[Well now. Isn't this interesting. Try as Yato may have to delete an entry on his resume, it seems the resort has conveniently and helpfully added it back in for him. Now, why would anyone delete a skill that is as useful around here as slaying ayakashi?]
[A resume is to attract jobs, right? And Matoba is always in search of good shiki. He decides to send a message to conduct an "interview".]
Greetings.
Yatogami-san, I presume? What an interesting resume you have. You may be just the sort of help I am looking for.
[Welp, no getting out of this, it looks like. He's a little nervous given the... intimate nature of some of the required information on his resume, but there's no guarantee that this is THAT sort of offer, right? Yeah. He's just... gonna keep telling himself that. No sense in totally ignoring the message, anyway.]
hi, Matoba~
I suppose it depends on just which category you're referring to, heh. assuming you mean my work experience, I have a good millennia of doing crafts of various sorts, along with even longer handling combat situations under my belt! fighting's kind of my specialty, you might say, against all kinds of opponents
was there anything in particular you want to know more about? I'd be happy to help out if you need a hand with something
[...It almost feels a little too easy, to be able to broker deals face unseen and aura unfelt.]
[Then again, it's odd for ayakashi to use such human methods at all, isn't it?]
Fighting, you say? I wonder if you might tell me what sorts of opponents you are accustomed to?
For example, some require a little more delicacy than others. Opponents who are skilled with magic and trickery, and those who are all brawn must be handled quite differently.
Are you capable of overpowering an opponent without killing them?
[ Broca's participated in about as many of these movies as he can tolerate, which is to say still a fairly low number, but he'll still see a rise in his funds soon enough. Unfortunately, it means he has a pretty good idea of what the movies themselves are going to be like, and isn't particularly impressed by the idea of watching hours of porn play across the screen.
But it's been awhile since he's gone to the movies proper, and he figures that there might be some interesting bits between all the fucking.
The skull dildo his "seating" partner just pulled out of his bag is quickly tanking those hopes though, and he lets out a sigh, sitting up straighter in the bed, ears going flat and tail twitching behind him as he looks at that uniquely gaudy dildo. ]
Why is it wearing a crown?
[ This is probably the least of the issues with it. ]
[This being Yato's first foray into both theater and smutty movies alike, he, too, started out rather keen to see what all the fuss was about. Though that enthusiasm dimmed slightly when it became apparent that the artistry wasn't the highlight of the night, but an impetus for them the viewers to get down and dirty themselves.
He's at least grateful there's something other than weird sex toys in the swag bag, but the fact remains that the one he pulled out is damn weird. Why couldn't it have been cute, like a cat or something, huh?!
Eyeing the thing with the flattest look imaginable, he glances to Broca with a heavy sigh, turning the toy over in his hands. Thank goodness it's strictly a dildo and not a vibrator of sorts. At that point Yato would probably never stop playing with it.]
My guess is they customized it for me. I use a crown as my emblem.
[He moves to touch his chest over his heart, frowning at the lack of his regular clothes. It feels damn weird to be sitting around in a robe and underwear with strangers.]
[ Like so much of what happens in the Golden Peacock, that seems pretty par for the course from what Broca's observed. The beds for two and the goody bags all make a lot of sense to him, and if anything he's more surprised he hasn't seen them trying to stick three people to one bed for an even more adventurous romp.
Though he guesses if people wanted to, they could always shove their way in another couple's bed.
Instead these two have to contend to the gaudy dildo that Yato was gifted until he decides to stow it away for propriety's sake. It will get one last curious look from Broca where he has to also wonder if the skull in particular has any meaning to the guy sitting next to him. ]
[She could, theoretically, squeeze her legs and thighs strongly enough to remove the head from the shoulders it is attached to, but before she can contemplate more vicious imagery of impending murder, she looks up to catch the stare of the owl-guard.
...which one is pissing her off more?]
What the fuck is that? [She's asking herself more than him.]
[Clutching the woman's legs a little too tightly, Yato shakes his head between her legs and shivers. It's a little chilly in here in just a robe and boxers, and frankly the owl-headed person is more than a little unnerving. Those unblinking eyes...]
Oversized chicken... [He mutters mostly to himself, as well, though the owl answers back this time.]
We're owls, hoo!
[Making a face at the fact the thing with a beak can actually talk, he hides behind her leg.]
This is a dream. A really, really weird dream... I'll wake up any minute, I'm sure of it...
[Owls, they answer before she can finish her sentence. There's a bit of a staredown between her and the owl, and honestly, the longer it went on, the more irked she got.
BUT eventually, the THING steps away from the window to continue the patrol, and she looks down at the guy still cowering between her legs- she's not wearing anything underneath that perfectly see-through robe (expensive only because of the gold trimming and embroidery, her blue skin stands out.]
Stop hiding between my legs, I'm not your mother, [she hisses, but gives him a chance to remove himself on his own accord. If she's forced to do it, it won't be nice.]
[ Rokurou Rangetsu, a war daemon and yaksha extraordinaire, does not usually need much sleep. However, when he does knock out, it’s like a rock—not to mention that he had happily indulged in a jug of wine last night. He may be a menace on the battlefield but he’s a lightweight when hitting the bottle.
Which is to say that he had been dozing peacefully in his bunk, taking the rare morning to sleep in a little. But even the most hungover daemon wouldn’t sleep through someone screaming and launching toward their bed; the yaksha wakes with a fright, sleep-tousled and confused, brandishing his pillow like a sword in magnificent swing on instinct. ]
Augh!!!!
[ If Yato doesn’t, or can’t, dodge—their wagon is about to be an explosion of pillow feathers. Poof. ]
[Unfortunately for all involved, but most especially the poor, unsuspecting pillow, Yato going at full speed and unable to stop himself from careening forward towards the daemon. So it's no real surprise that he gets a pillow to the face, smacking him in almost slow-motion as it connects with his cheek and knocks him senseless.
Well, even more senseless.
The god lands on the floor with a resounding THUD and a low moan, head spinning as feathers float gently down upon them both, settling on every surface and body, with a light dusting covering Yato. For a few moments he merely lays there, dizzy and disoriented... before gradually pushing himself up so that he's sitting at just the right height to eye Rokurou in the knees.]
What the-- What gives?!
[Seriously!! Was the retaliation really necessary?? That poor pillow...]
[ When his attacker hits the ground, Rokurou sits up, leaning over the edge of the bed to look down at who decided to fling themselves across the wagon for no reason. Which leaves them staring at each other, both covered in an explosion of feathers, looking put out and somewhat accusatory.
The daemon purses his lips. Okay, severe overreaction, but he puffs up and commits to pretending like he hadn’t done anything remotely wrong. He is innocent. Never done anything wrong in his life, ever. ]
I should be the one asking that. Why were you jumping me!
[ You… take advantage of Rokurou? Jail! Jail for ten thousand years! As if this muscular war daemon isn’t perfectly capable of defending himself from, checks notes, someone tripping into his bed. ]
No !! No!! [ Don't worry it doesn't effect her (it does)! BB is sitting on the seat when yato stops brushing her hair and immediately she gets upset. Her face is a light pink and she starts hammering her hands at him into tiny little fists - ] Don't stop - more, more!!!
[Well now, this is the first time he's had a customer pitch a fit at his work, and at first Yato's a bit taken aback, worrying that he'd done something wrong. But once it becomes apparent that she simply wants more... well, he can oblige that, with an amused smile.
So! Back to brushing her hair he goes!]
You really like that, huh? Guess I can't blame you - it does feel nice to have someone mess with your hair.
[Something he's known since childhood when he grew his hair out longer and got help doing it up.]
[ BB, after being obeyed pleasantly, turns her head back to the mirror and swings her leg back and forth. At this point they probably realize ones a God and others - well... Basically another God. ] I've never interacted with this many humans before, I mean - not you, the other living people walking around all over the damn place but like yeah, basically. Archer won't brush my hair, and neither will Lancer, so BB is just stuck doing it herself. I've never had this done before, now I want it done all the time!
Yato | Noragami | New Character/Player
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🎭 2. Actor Resume
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🤠 3.A Costume Department
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💄 3.B Dolled Up
🐉 4. Lord of the Wings
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🎞️ 5. Your Big Debut
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[OOC: Info, Kinklist, and Permissions! Also looking for an invite!]
Costume Dept
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?
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That's when he "asks" for help, interrupting Hiyori's fun time. At being scolded, Yato sheepishly hunches up his shoulders and glances away, trying to ignore how the other guy has to look at him in this getup.]
S-Sorry.
[It's said awkwardly and somewhat grudgingly, like he's not used to apologies. But desperate times require drastic actions. If he has to apologize or beg, then dammit, so be it! His pride isn't so weak as to crumble from a little humbling behavior.]
Ugh... I dunno. I guess I was just desperate to get something on so I wasn't stuck wearing a skimpy robe.
[Although a skimpy outfit like this is hardly better. Maybe he did kinda want to play dress up, but like hell is he admitting it!]
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I think a robe would've looked rather more dignified, no matter how skimpy it is. But what's done is done, so...
[He smiles, tossing the vibrator-microphone aside. He still intends to sing, and giving up the microphone fills him with immediate yearning to have it back. But he'll get to the concert in a minute!]
You want out, right? First we'll start with this part.
[He reaches out with his gloved fingers, slipping them under the edges of that fake leather vest. Unlike when Yato was trying to get it off himself, it seems Hiyori's having no trouble pulling it off his shoulders. ... Huh.]
Arms up, please!
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[but, like, she is kind of a mess. There are knots and tangles in her hair that require some serious work. Some are buried only a layer of half-brushed hair and the quick realization that any illusion of volume was simply caused by a hidden rat's nest. She doesn't flinch at any of the work done to undo it, though. She may have directed hateful looks at the director but Yato won't earn and ire just by doing his job.]
[And, slowly but surely, the wafting scent of the hairspray is getting to her. It may not show on her face but it's making her a lot more tolerable to sitting there.]
... is it, [a very soft voice, that ironically matches the director's vision of an innocent Snow White more than the rat's nest he dragged it,]
Very cute. [The sweeping curls do de-age her, and she naturally sits up a bit straighter in her seat to match the image presented to her in the mirror.]
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Admittedly, there's plenty of room for improvement just in the basic care department, which he can and happily does, being ever so gentle and taking his time to get every tangle, every knot picked free without pulling. Even if it takes them the better part of an hour, he gets the job done with only the rare tug, coupled instantly with apologies.
Finally though, they manage to get some semblance of order into the curly mess of hair, bringing back some of the luster and bounce to give it a more healthy appearance than was initially obvious. Very pleased with the job, he beams, gently floofing her hair up to show how light it is now.]
It is! [Carefully he goes through her hair once more to ensure that every single tangle is out, then he steps around to the side, resting a light hand on her shoulder.]
I think so too. It was a bit out of control there at first, but we got it taken care of. Thanks for being so patient with me. [Since in his mind, it was a team effort. He's just glad to see her seeming in a bit better mood.]
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[Insidious thoughts slide in, though, like... doesn't it feel nice to have someone comb her hair? To apologize for any pain caused, no matter how minor? Doesn't it feel good to be cute? Doesn't it feel good for a person to call her cute?]
[Embarrassingly, her head tilts a bit as the hand pulls away from the final touches. She was used to the sensation now. While she still struggled with many of the baser desires the aphrodisiacs bloomed in her, simply having her hair touched was easy.]
Um. [Her hands raise up a bit in her lap, a habit from usually signing to communicate things. She puts them back down remembering she can speak now if she wants. She can communicate her desires if she wants. She simply has to overcome the shame associated with those desires.]
... thank you. You did very well, it wasn't painful.
[a swing and a miss, clara]
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2. un: matoba | text
[A resume is to attract jobs, right? And Matoba is always in search of good shiki. He decides to send a message to conduct an "interview".]
Greetings.
Yatogami-san, I presume? What an interesting resume you have. You may be just the sort of help I am looking for.
Will you tell me about your prior experience?
I look forward to hearing more.
Matoba.
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hi, Matoba~
I suppose it depends on just which category you're referring to, heh. assuming you mean my work experience, I have a good millennia of doing crafts of various sorts, along with even longer handling combat situations under my belt! fighting's kind of my specialty, you might say, against all kinds of opponents
was there anything in particular you want to know more about? I'd be happy to help out if you need a hand with something
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[Then again, it's odd for ayakashi to use such human methods at all, isn't it?]
Fighting, you say? I wonder if you might tell me what sorts of opponents you are accustomed to?
For example, some require a little more delicacy than others. Opponents who are skilled with magic and trickery, and those who are all brawn must be handled quite differently.
Are you capable of overpowering an opponent without killing them?
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5
But it's been awhile since he's gone to the movies proper, and he figures that there might be some interesting bits between all the fucking.
The skull dildo his "seating" partner just pulled out of his bag is quickly tanking those hopes though, and he lets out a sigh, sitting up straighter in the bed, ears going flat and tail twitching behind him as he looks at that uniquely gaudy dildo. ]
Why is it wearing a crown?
[ This is probably the least of the issues with it. ]
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He's at least grateful there's something other than weird sex toys in the swag bag, but the fact remains that the one he pulled out is damn weird. Why couldn't it have been cute, like a cat or something, huh?!
Eyeing the thing with the flattest look imaginable, he glances to Broca with a heavy sigh, turning the toy over in his hands. Thank goodness it's strictly a dildo and not a vibrator of sorts. At that point Yato would probably never stop playing with it.]
My guess is they customized it for me. I use a crown as my emblem.
[He moves to touch his chest over his heart, frowning at the lack of his regular clothes. It feels damn weird to be sitting around in a robe and underwear with strangers.]
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Though he guesses if people wanted to, they could always shove their way in another couple's bed.
Instead these two have to contend to the gaudy dildo that Yato was gifted until he decides to stow it away for propriety's sake. It will get one last curious look from Broca where he has to also wonder if the skull in particular has any meaning to the guy sitting next to him. ]
You some kind of king?
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1B
...which one is pissing her off more?]
What the fuck is that? [She's asking herself more than him.]
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Oversized chicken... [He mutters mostly to himself, as well, though the owl answers back this time.]
We're owls, hoo!
[Making a face at the fact the thing with a beak can actually talk, he hides behind her leg.]
This is a dream. A really, really weird dream... I'll wake up any minute, I'm sure of it...
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[Owls, they answer before she can finish her sentence. There's a bit of a staredown between her and the owl, and honestly, the longer it went on, the more irked she got.
BUT eventually, the THING steps away from the window to continue the patrol, and she looks down at the guy still cowering between her legs- she's not wearing anything underneath that perfectly see-through robe (expensive only because of the gold trimming and embroidery, her blue skin stands out.]
Stop hiding between my legs, I'm not your mother, [she hisses, but gives him a chance to remove himself on his own accord. If she's forced to do it, it won't be nice.]
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1a!
Which is to say that he had been dozing peacefully in his bunk, taking the rare morning to sleep in a little. But even the most hungover daemon wouldn’t sleep through someone screaming and launching toward their bed; the yaksha wakes with a fright, sleep-tousled and confused, brandishing his pillow like a sword in magnificent swing on instinct. ]
Augh!!!!
[ If Yato doesn’t, or can’t, dodge—their wagon is about to be an explosion of pillow feathers. Poof. ]
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Well, even more senseless.
The god lands on the floor with a resounding THUD and a low moan, head spinning as feathers float gently down upon them both, settling on every surface and body, with a light dusting covering Yato. For a few moments he merely lays there, dizzy and disoriented... before gradually pushing himself up so that he's sitting at just the right height to eye Rokurou in the knees.]
What the-- What gives?!
[Seriously!! Was the retaliation really necessary?? That poor pillow...]
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The daemon purses his lips. Okay, severe overreaction, but he puffs up and commits to pretending like he hadn’t done anything remotely wrong. He is innocent. Never done anything wrong in his life, ever. ]
I should be the one asking that. Why were you jumping me!
[ You… take advantage of Rokurou? Jail! Jail for ten thousand years! As if this muscular war daemon isn’t perfectly capable of defending himself from, checks notes, someone tripping into his bed. ]
You shouldn’t cuddle up to people you don’t know.
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💄 3.B Dolled Up ( BITES YOU and hands you cahos)
EHEHE NOMS BACK
So! Back to brushing her hair he goes!]
You really like that, huh? Guess I can't blame you - it does feel nice to have someone mess with your hair.
[Something he's known since childhood when he grew his hair out longer and got help doing it up.]
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Ah? are they too sour or something?
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Yeah, they're-- [Almost immediately, his face scrunches up into one of frustration.] --awful.
[Nope, not what he wanted to say, dammit!! Stamping his feet in a mini-tantrum, he growls.]
Arrrghhh! These things are perfectly normal! [Yeah, no. Not the intended words this time, either.]
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You know, food in this place isn't typically to be trusted. It did something to you, didn't it?
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