【 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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[ As late afternoon gradually winds into evening, the light streaming in through Swan Lake's artificial windows changes to an hour-appropriate sunset gold, casting the oddly simplistic shapes of the architecture Caleb has lately come to know so well in an appealing glow. He's been here since late morning today, which isn't uncommon for him, but this is the time he likes it best: when the growing shadows and warm light soften the harsh, firm lines of the place and lend it a little more magic than austerity. He's become relatively comfortable striking up conversation with other guests here, having had good luck finding similarly-mind people among fellow book appreciators. He especially likes approaching those who seem a little lost or perhaps slightly overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of the place. When he first walked in nearly a year and a half ago he almost couldn't believe it. He's seen impressive libraries and archives, but none to this scale.
But the figure he catches sight of curled in on himself in the stacks seems more like he is taking refuge here, which is also far from unfamiliar to him. Catching sight of quivering hands and tense shoulders, Caleb is aware that asking if he is all right would be ridiculous. If it were him--and it has been him before many times--he would not want to be seen this way by a stranger. But he would also have a much worse time of it alone. ]
The first few days are pretty rough.
[ His voice low and soft, commiserating but not pitying, with a natural huskiness and a prevalent but gentle German Zemnian accent. As he steps into the aisle, it's clear that he is a slim, lanky man in his mid-thirties with a certain unpolished look about him that marks him as an adventurer as much as a scholar. The hands holding a trio of novels are long-fingered, ink-stained, and callused, a network of scarring on his forearms is exposed by the casually rolled-up sleeves of his shirt, there is a hint of chest hair where the top two buttons are undone, and his full beard is on the scruffy side. He's dressed simply in brown trousers, tall boots, and a loose-fitting button-up; only a leather harness over his shoulders holding two books secured against his sides, a pouch suspended from his belt, and a small gold earring dangling from his left ear are especially notable. But his blue eyes are intense, his features are strong and slightly age-lined but handsome, and his red hair, worn in a loose ponytail long enough to sweep forward over one shoulder, also catches the light in a way that makes it blaze in colors from burnished copper to fiery orange-gold. ]
I can go if you do not want company.
[ Which implies that he is offering to stay if he does. ]
[ So lost in his own thoughts that he hardly realizes the shift in the time of day, or what could be considered a shift. His mind was constantly bombarded with the last few minutes of his life replaying over and over again. 'We finish this together.' And the painful ache in his chest is testament to him being somewhat human again, even if his body is metal, there is a human heart in there, he supposed. How was he to know, if only to perhaps cut himself open to see for himself. Did he even bleed blood like a normal person anymore? It was hard to say what Viktor was thinking as he sat there in utter silence, staring mostly at his hand with a detached sort of interest. A voice then cuts through the silence, and he thinks that it's just another figment of his imagination, another person he's stolen away the livelihood of for the sake of helping them, for the sake of evolution.
The Herald's mask flashes in the corner of his eye, against the glass of the expansive window of the library, and he shudders, closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again to look towards the voice. His eyes are, ever so briefly, those of a haunted man. ] I can't imagine you'd have nothing else better to do than to keep a somber man company.
[ There are better things to do with your time is the unspoken thought that rushes to his throat, but he bites his tongue. ] Unless it's a personal hobby of yours to go around the library looking for such things?
[ There's the faintest ghost of a smile that tugs slightly at the corner of his mouth, but it's not convincing in the slightest as his eyes barely hold anything in them at all besides the foreign power of the arcane, a past vestige of a sinful truth and past. ]
[ 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. ]
I apologize, then. I meant no offense. When one thinks of hobbies that people have, it's more, eh, sewing or something of a mundane nature.
[ Not wandering around the library looking for people who are too far out of their depth and on the verge of a mental breakdown. ] And what exactly is there to do here when we're not being put on display in gaudy costumes? I should hope it's not a common occurrence. Performance art is not my strong suit.
[ Maybe if he were still The Herald with their lack of emotion and uncanny ability to get people to follow him, perhaps he would be better suited for such things. But as of now, Viktor is simply a man trying to wrap his head around his own circumstances. He has no time to play charades as a character with their own outlandish lives; his own life is already enough for that.
He's yet to visit the academy or the conservatory, but once he knows about such things, that'll prove useful enough a distraction. The library was a good start, at least. ]
Nor mine. Thankfully, I can report that this does not happen often. I have been trapped here going on eighteen months and this is the first time anyone has suggested I might have a career in acting.
[ As for how to spend one's time here...that is something he still struggles with, used to having very little downtime and focused rather single-mindedly on work he can only accomplish in his own world. But he's found ways to stay busy and occupy his mind enough to stay relatively sane. ]
Personally, I do a lot of reading. That is one of my more mundane hobbies. I also teach at the University several times a week. There are some real classes offered there, not just sexed-up parodies and kink demos.
swan lake
But the figure he catches sight of curled in on himself in the stacks seems more like he is taking refuge here, which is also far from unfamiliar to him. Catching sight of quivering hands and tense shoulders, Caleb is aware that asking if he is all right would be ridiculous. If it were him--and it has been him before many times--he would not want to be seen this way by a stranger. But he would also have a much worse time of it alone. ]
The first few days are pretty rough.
[ His voice low and soft, commiserating but not pitying, with a natural huskiness and a prevalent but gentle
GermanZemnian accent. As he steps into the aisle, it's clear that he is a slim, lanky man in his mid-thirties with a certain unpolished look about him that marks him as an adventurer as much as a scholar. The hands holding a trio of novels are long-fingered, ink-stained, and callused, a network of scarring on his forearms is exposed by the casually rolled-up sleeves of his shirt, there is a hint of chest hair where the top two buttons are undone, and his full beard is on the scruffy side. He's dressed simply in brown trousers, tall boots, and a loose-fitting button-up; only a leather harness over his shoulders holding two books secured against his sides, a pouch suspended from his belt, and a small gold earring dangling from his left ear are especially notable. But his blue eyes are intense, his features are strong and slightly age-lined but handsome, and his red hair, worn in a loose ponytail long enough to sweep forward over one shoulder, also catches the light in a way that makes it blaze in colors from burnished copper to fiery orange-gold. ]I can go if you do not want company.
[ Which implies that he is offering to stay if he does. ]
no subject
The Herald's mask flashes in the corner of his eye, against the glass of the expansive window of the library, and he shudders, closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again to look towards the voice. His eyes are, ever so briefly, those of a haunted man. ] I can't imagine you'd have nothing else better to do than to keep a somber man company.
[ There are better things to do with your time is the unspoken thought that rushes to his throat, but he bites his tongue. ] Unless it's a personal hobby of yours to go around the library looking for such things?
[ There's the faintest ghost of a smile that tugs slightly at the corner of his mouth, but it's not convincing in the slightest as his eyes barely hold anything in them at all besides the foreign power of the arcane, a past vestige of a sinful truth and past. ]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
[ Not wandering around the library looking for people who are too far out of their depth and on the verge of a mental breakdown. ] And what exactly is there to do here when we're not being put on display in gaudy costumes? I should hope it's not a common occurrence. Performance art is not my strong suit.
[ Maybe if he were still The Herald with their lack of emotion and uncanny ability to get people to follow him, perhaps he would be better suited for such things. But as of now, Viktor is simply a man trying to wrap his head around his own circumstances. He has no time to play charades as a character with their own outlandish lives; his own life is already enough for that.
He's yet to visit the academy or the conservatory, but once he knows about such things, that'll prove useful enough a distraction. The library was a good start, at least. ]
no subject
Nor mine. Thankfully, I can report that this does not happen often. I have been trapped here going on eighteen months and this is the first time anyone has suggested I might have a career in acting.
[ As for how to spend one's time here...that is something he still struggles with, used to having very little downtime and focused rather single-mindedly on work he can only accomplish in his own world. But he's found ways to stay busy and occupy his mind enough to stay relatively sane. ]
Personally, I do a lot of reading. That is one of my more mundane hobbies. I also teach at the University several times a week. There are some real classes offered there, not just sexed-up parodies and kink demos.