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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.
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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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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.]
"As much as I wish I could give you what you need, I can't. I'm-- I'm a bottom, too."
Is that so?
[Rather than lizard-chan, an all-too familiar voice interrupts the take first from the sidelines of the set, much to the chagrin of the director. His kvetching falls on deaf ears. Calm, too calm, with a discerning eye boring into Natori- Matoba's subtle smile says everything for him right off the bat.]
[It's the face he wears when he's readying to take someone apart.]
[Two weeks of voices calling out were easy to ignore. Ayakashi will use any means to deceive you, will read every surface thought and observe every inch of your mind and heart to find what will make you tick. Cursed as he is with the mark of Clubs the deceiver, it wasn't possible to avoid forever. But the willpower not to bend to it is what preserves one in those cases.]
[What stopped Matoba in his tracks this time wasn't a familiar voice or appeals to his weaknesses. It was more than that- a deeper sensation rattling the back of his brain, a demeanor he loathes, syrupy delivery, and the sight of a mask that's paper-thin and hardly holds up to much prodding. He can prove it- to himself.]
[If the house wanted to get to him- and oh, it has been trying- then this time, it has finally won a mark.]
My. Certain things would become very clear, were that true....
It takes a lot for Natori to get genuinely distracted on set-- after all, he has a lot of experience ignoring the distracting things that are sitting right in front of his nose-- but this would do it. He turns completely away from his scene partner to stare off to the sidelines, his mask slipping just for a heartbeat as it always does in these moments.
Matoba was here? Here, when they're filming a dirty movie (some portion of Natori's brain is exceedingly grateful that he's been dragging this out and that Matoba spoke up before they got to the main event, because he really can't compartmentalize his two jobs when Matoba is around) in some sort of strange ayakashi realm? He suppose he shouldn't be surprised-- there were enough people here that this incident had to be on the exorcist community's radar-- it's just that... it's very hard to square the idea of Matoba Seiji, of all people, with their gratuitous sexual surroundings.
That's probably why he looks so dangerous, honestly. Natori pities whatever ayakashi had been foolish enough to try to engage with him before now.
Natori has long since dropped his poor partner's hands and tuned out the director; he tosses out a matter-of-fact] Taking five-- [and just walks off the set towards Matoba. This production is so low-rent that Natori doesn't even have a lav mic to worry about, so all he has to do to keep this conversation somewhat contained is pitch his voice low.]
Very funny, [he says, gracefully ignoring that jab (because he's the older, more mature one (haha)). He never usually gets embarrassed at the sort of nonsense he spouts when filming, but then again, he's not usually caught filming a ridiculous porno movie while he should be doing his exorcist work like Matoba must have been.] What is-- you're alone?
[At least Nanase wasn't here also watching this-- he can spare a second to be grateful that Matoba will still insist on going off on his own.]
[Matoba doesn't move from the spot as Natori approaches. His usual, faux-casual stance of arms-folded in his sleeves endures unmoved, a gesture any outsider would take as relaxed. Natori surely knows better. An exorcist's tools must always be at the ready.]
[But oh, it's so easy to knock him off his guard just by existing, isn't it? And so the moment that the other man is in range, voice pitched low for privacy and thus a little too close, Matoba's hand darts out lightning-quick, a catpunch that twists fingers into hair and pulls him even closer--]
[(--He's used to this, too--)]
[--And bites his lower lip on the way in, a swirl of tongue into Natori's mouth to take a taste of his own. Like hell he's letting anyone else get first dibs.]
[Considering the taste for a fraction of a second, Matoba whispers on the edge of his lips:] If I was an ayakashi, you would already be finished. Tsk.
[He releases the other man again with a small shove disentangling his hand from blond, staring after him half-lidded with the typical sort of disappointment that his encounters with Natori now brought.] So Natori has been captured? How interesting.
'Unexpected' isn't really the right word, because they have done this before-- this exact thing with Seiji ambushing him and then negging him, though it's been a while (for the former, anyway). Still, Natori isn't expecting it, because he's still thinking of this as an exorcist job first and foremost, and Matoba has never, ever been the sort who would put their dalliances before the work. That was always one of the things that came between them.
Natori's mouth opens in surprise, so Matoba doesn't meet any resistance, but neither is he actively participating-- truthfully, it's probably a more nostalgic kiss than any they've had since Natori started getting coached in exactly how to sell a kiss for an audience. And all Matoba had to do was spend a year in a horny ayakashi hotel to get the authentic reactions back.
It's when Matoba scolds him for his inattentiveness that Natori also shoves back to get some distance between the two of them, heedless of the hand still in his hair.] What are you doing?
[--well, no, he knows that Matoba will say to that.] Besides complaining that I didn't attack you on sight.
[The thing is: he's not just mildly annoyed at Matoba deciding to give him a lecture on #trust no bitch ayakashi. Matoba's pressed on a bruise that he would have no reason to suspect was there: Natori has been taken in by an ayakashi like this in the past two days. He let his guard down for a heartbeat, and he spent a day playing pretend in his uncle's house as a result. He doesn't need Matoba to tell him how stupid he's been; he already knows.] Shouldn't we be figuring out what the cause of all this is?
[ feels like even when he's finally at the top of the resort, he's still not immune to the whimsy of getting his ass randomly dragged out of bed and placed in a completely different bed. when will leona finally get the rest that he deserves, with or without a willing bedpartner?
honestly, he doesn't really mind. he'd love to feign disinterest but after a year+ of being stuck at the golden peacock, it's much easier and simpler to go the direct route of straightforwardness.
anyway. ]
Do ya mind? Tryin' to sleep here.
[ doesn't matter if they're new or not to the experience, guy sounds like he's tearing the place apart for something that's probably super easy to find. maybe he should just open his eyes--- ]
[That's definitely an ayakashi in that bed! Natori glances over to gauge how likely it seems that he's about to get attacked (not particularly), but doesn't stop his searching.]
Haha, sorry for intruding. [Spoilers: he couldn't possibly sound less sorry.] Is this your place? I'll be on my way as soon as I can.
[ he's not an ayakashi and he'll continue to fight against being called one, but for now leona's ears both twitch as he turns onto his side. with an elbow digging into the mattress to help keep his head up, the sleepy lion-man raises an eyebrow. ]
Not my place. It's yours, whether ya like it or not.
[ he'll keep some sheets covering his lower half. not the first time he's woken up naked around here either. ]
[Natori raises an eyebrow right back, because even putting aside all of the other questions: if this is supposed to be his place, why's Leona in here?] Alright then. In that case, you're welcome to stay in the bed if you want to, but it's awfully presumptuous to complain about my behavior when you're the visitor.
[Presumptuous, but not at all surprising from an ayakashi. But again, this one is chatting and hasn't tried to kill him yet, so he's not the worst Natori has come across by far. Not even the worst that Natori has woken up besides.]
Some paper and something to write with. You'd think there'd be at least a memo pad on the desk, but it doesn't seem like it. [In fact, he hasn't found any paper at all in this entire trailer. This is a surreal enough experience that it's not like he has a lot to compare it to, but it still feels a little personal.]
[ One cannot possibly fault the crew around these movies for type casting someone for their appearance, because the burly man pushing six three with the face of a hired thug is probably not who most people would think to cast for a film about two bottoms struggling to find love and sexual fulfillment with one another.
One can, however, absolutely fault the hell out of them for not bothering to do proper auditions for these roles, because while Natori is chewing the scenery and seeming to have the time of his life with this very D-rate porno, Broca's expression has not changed once. His tail twitches, his fuzzy little ears are pinned back against his head, but his expression has been set at a moody scowl since walking onto the set.
The only thing that takes his attention away from Natori hamming it up is the lizard crawling across his face, and even then he barely even blinks at that. It's not until character is broken that he says something in the first place as he's quick to take his hands back and cross his arms, protective of his big, callous mitts. ]
What's visible?
[ His weird magic tattoo doesn't strike Broca as that odd, but the fact that it might not be something most people can normally see does not begin to occur to him. ]
[What an innovative twist from a movie that's already got a major twist in the sexual incompatibility of the leads! The subversion of expectations! Perhaps even a bait and switch, where at first the audience is led to believe that the stoic, burly man was a bottom with Natori's, er, decidedly more noodle-like character as an unlikely top, only for the dramatic reveal at the climax of the film? Ah, though he supposes the title already gives the game away...
Anyway, Broca would be forgiven for thinking that Natori was both fully committed to the success of this feature and completely unaware of his costar's noticeable lack of enthusiasm up until the moment he breaks character; it's only once he's casually blown the shot that he lets some sarcasm bleed through.]
Oh, most humans can't see this, [he says, tapping the lizard twice where it sits on his jaw. It doesn't seem to react in any way to being touched. The way he says 'humans' seems to take for granted that Broca isn't one; Broca's ears and tails gets him immediately Assigned Ayakashi By Stubborn Exorcist.] It still shows up on film, but since the editors don't notice it, it tends to cause continuity errors.
[ It's incredible how with each new person he's eventually forced to argue in defense of his own humanity. That exorcists are worse about it than others won't be a surprise to him given his own experiences, though at least he's stopped having to have that particular argument with one of them.
He's not looking forward to another, and the tone has his tail twitching in a sharp, agitated movement. He'll chalk it up to a mistake this time, and comment instead. ]
How come I can see it then?
[ Not in film either, just looking directly at the man's face. There's an edge to his voice as he asks that, suggesting there is a wrong answer to this particular question of his. ]
[Natori can pick up on the warning edge, and the very clear implication that Broca, at least, does consider himself to fall into that category. But here's where Natori is different from some other exorcists that Broca may have met: he doesn't go out of his way to needlessly antagonize strangers, human or otherwise. To what degree that's out of professional necessity rather than genuine kindness or tact is up for debate, but the end result is the same. If Broca wants to call himself human, Natori doesn't see the need to argue with him about it. (Natori doesn't believe him, of course, but he's not going to be rude to his face about it. That's better (?))
So: Natori gently raises his eyebrows, then gestures at their surroundings as if to encompass the entirety of the malevolent sex hotel.] The rules are different when we're in the ayakashi realm. Even a totally normal person with no special abilities to speak of can see the supernatural when in their territory. It can be a shock, but it's probably better for them that they can see what they've gotten themselves into. It'd be a pain if you couldn't see the director, right?
[He nods towards the director, who waves one of his many tentacles out of his pile of goo body. (Natori really hopes that this one isn't controversial.)]
Shifting his schedule to accommodate latenight filming and after-shooting drinks hadn’t been difficult, per se, but it does have Rokurou’s normal schedule completely thrown off. Rather than rising precisely at 6AM every morning to work out for a few hours, he’s sleeping in to accommodate the new hours. It doesn’t help that he’s a lush constantly being gifted bottles of wine for a job well done; he had hit the nightcap pretty hard and now he’s paying the price, head throbbing with hangover.
Yes, even malevolent daemons can be pathetic soggy lightweights. Which is why he squints to groggy awareness beneath his bunched blankets, previously still mountain shifting as he rolls over with an unhappy noise. With consciousness comes the spike of his malevolent energy—nothing anyone normal would notice, but to those sensitive to the supernatural, it’s akin to low-simmering embers suddenly exploding into flame. Only where heat and fire are warming, malevolence is dark and cloying. Alarming, to suddenly have that breathing down your neck.
Rokurou, blessedly unaware that he’s been cursed with sharing a wagon with an exorcist, sits up fully in a mess of long inky hair. He yawns, feline in the way he smacks his tongue and blinks, turning his scraggly head—looking very much like Sadako crawling out of the well—in vague annoyance of the noise. ]
Gggrrmmmmmnnn?
[ What’s this guy going on about… if he’s looking for his girlfriends, they probably left already, annoying… make your own breakfast, you womanizer... but that groan born from his hangover sounds more like a cursed creature’s wail, and the way he awkwardly swings his legs and hobbles forward (god, he’s gotta piss so so so so bad) and toward the other occupant of the honeywagon (the tiny bathroom is behind you, sir) isnt the smoothest he’s ever been. ]
Natori's facing the other direction when he feels a sudden spike in malevolent energy from the bed behind him. Shit-- he hasn't been able to scrounge up any paper, he's got no tools on him at all, not even a spare stick to use as a staff-- if only his girlfriends were here!
He whirls around with just enough time to see the ayakashi lurch towards him, its hair streaming out behind it as it moans. No time to dodge out of the way in this tiny space. It's clearly powerful enough to cause some real damage, and definitely not something he can take care of while completely unarmed. His only chance is to hit it hard and try to get past it while it's off balance.
There's a vase of flowers in grabbing distance-- a thank-you gift from a director, maybe? What matters is that the gifter didn't cheap out with plastic, but rather sprung for the real glass. It's got just enough heft with the water in it that Natori thinks he has a shot.
He whips it right at Rokurou's head, letting fly then immediately turning his face away even before he sees it connect to avoid getting a shower of glass right in the goods. Please work.]
Embarrassing for a war daemon. But, to be fair, he’s really hungover and his back teeth are floating. What normal person, daemon or otherwise, would anticipate the megahot blonde in their shared wagon immediately turning into a bug-eyed, feral chihuahua and launching an attack as soon as provoked? Hell, when did he even do any provoking!?
The vase slams into his head. Water and flowers soak him from crown to sole, but that’s nothing compared the shattered glass. A huge piece is wedged into his forehead. The rest falls between them, scratching up Rokurou’s bare chest and arms as well as scattering dangerously across the floor.
The daemon remains grounded to the spot, bright red blood dripping from the glass wedge in his forehead and down his face, no longer obscured by his hair. Shockingly, what face that’s visible (and now bloody) isn’t a gnarled oni face with jagged teeth. ]
This… really isn’t good for my hangover. [ he coughs, spitting out some glass, ] Ouch…
[ Right now, thanks to that glass in his head, he’s seeing two megahot blondes. He points accusingly at one—the wrong one. ]
What the hell was that for!? I didn’t steal your girlfriends!
[It is also immediately apparent to Natori that it worked, because he is not spared the backlash from his own attack. Although Rou eats the majority of the glass (some literally), Natori can feel a few stray pieces of shrapnel bounce against his extremely insufficient robes before raining down on the floor with the rest. (Don't worry, his face is safe.)
Here's how you really know that Natori used this intense burst of violence as an emergency measure and not as a regular combat strategy: it did not occur to him until this moment that he doesn't even have slippers, as if his house slippers would do anything to protect him from the glass messing up his exit strategy. When this hits him, he looks back at his imminent death by gnarled oni, only to realize that it's just, like. A guy.]
Uh. [Well, he didn't kill a random guy, at least? Or at least not yet.] Why'd you charge at me?
[This sounds very weak, even to his ears. Just gonna carefully... edge in the opposite direction from the empty air that Rokurou is accusing.]
You should give it a try ✨ A dramatic hand-holding scene can be a more intimate and exciting turning point in a romance than the first kiss, if you play it right and you have a director with the right vision!
Natori Shuuichi | Natsume Yuujinchou | new
[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
Height: 175 cm
Weight: that's private✨
Age: 23
Eye color: red
Hair color: blonde
• Romance hero
• Bookish nerd who is hot once he takes off his glasses
• Damsel in distress
• Holding hands
• Praise kink
• Exhibitionism
• Paper crafts
• Falling asleep anywhere
• Bonus lizard friend
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?
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[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.]
c but taking it from the top (haha get it)
Is that so?
[Rather than lizard-chan, an all-too familiar voice interrupts the take first from the sidelines of the set, much to the chagrin of the director. His kvetching falls on deaf ears. Calm, too calm, with a discerning eye boring into Natori- Matoba's subtle smile says everything for him right off the bat.]
[It's the face he wears when he's readying to take someone apart.]
[Two weeks of voices calling out were easy to ignore. Ayakashi will use any means to deceive you, will read every surface thought and observe every inch of your mind and heart to find what will make you tick. Cursed as he is with the mark of Clubs the deceiver, it wasn't possible to avoid forever. But the willpower not to bend to it is what preserves one in those cases.]
[What stopped Matoba in his tracks this time wasn't a familiar voice or appeals to his weaknesses. It was more than that- a deeper sensation rattling the back of his brain, a demeanor he loathes, syrupy delivery, and the sight of a mask that's paper-thin and hardly holds up to much prodding. He can prove it- to himself.]
[If the house wanted to get to him- and oh, it has been trying- then this time, it has finally won a mark.]
My. Certain things would become very clear, were that true....
the curse of the bottoms separatist commune!!!
It takes a lot for Natori to get genuinely distracted on set-- after all, he has a lot of experience ignoring the distracting things that are sitting right in front of his nose-- but this would do it. He turns completely away from his scene partner to stare off to the sidelines, his mask slipping just for a heartbeat as it always does in these moments.
Matoba was here? Here, when they're filming a dirty movie (some portion of Natori's brain is exceedingly grateful that he's been dragging this out and that Matoba spoke up before they got to the main event, because he really can't compartmentalize his two jobs when Matoba is around) in some sort of strange ayakashi realm? He suppose he shouldn't be surprised-- there were enough people here that this incident had to be on the exorcist community's radar-- it's just that... it's very hard to square the idea of Matoba Seiji, of all people, with their gratuitous sexual surroundings.
That's probably why he looks so dangerous, honestly. Natori pities whatever ayakashi had been foolish enough to try to engage with him before now.
Natori has long since dropped his poor partner's hands and tuned out the director; he tosses out a matter-of-fact] Taking five-- [and just walks off the set towards Matoba. This production is so low-rent that Natori doesn't even have a lav mic to worry about, so all he has to do to keep this conversation somewhat contained is pitch his voice low.]
Very funny, [he says, gracefully ignoring that jab (because he's the older, more mature one (haha)). He never usually gets embarrassed at the sort of nonsense he spouts when filming, but then again, he's not usually caught filming a ridiculous porno movie while he should be doing his exorcist work like Matoba must have been.] What is-- you're alone?
[At least Nanase wasn't here also watching this-- he can spare a second to be grateful that Matoba will still insist on going off on his own.]
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[But oh, it's so easy to knock him off his guard just by existing, isn't it? And so the moment that the other man is in range, voice pitched low for privacy and thus a little too close, Matoba's hand darts out lightning-quick, a catpunch that twists fingers into hair and pulls him even closer--]
[(--He's used to this, too--)]
[--And bites his lower lip on the way in, a swirl of tongue into Natori's mouth to take a taste of his own.
Like hell he's letting anyone else get first dibs.][Considering the taste for a fraction of a second, Matoba whispers on the edge of his lips:] If I was an ayakashi, you would already be finished. Tsk.
[He releases the other man again with a small shove disentangling his hand from blond, staring after him half-lidded with the typical sort of disappointment that his encounters with Natori now brought.] So Natori has been captured? How interesting.
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'Unexpected' isn't really the right word, because they have done this before-- this exact thing with Seiji ambushing him and then negging him, though it's been a while (for the former, anyway). Still, Natori isn't expecting it, because he's still thinking of this as an exorcist job first and foremost, and Matoba has never, ever been the sort who would put their dalliances before the work. That was always one of the things that came between them.
Natori's mouth opens in surprise, so Matoba doesn't meet any resistance, but neither is he actively participating-- truthfully, it's probably a more nostalgic kiss than any they've had since Natori started getting coached in exactly how to sell a kiss for an audience. And all Matoba had to do was spend a year in a horny ayakashi hotel to get the authentic reactions back.
It's when Matoba scolds him for his inattentiveness that Natori also shoves back to get some distance between the two of them, heedless of the hand still in his hair.] What are you doing?
[--well, no, he knows that Matoba will say to that.] Besides complaining that I didn't attack you on sight.
[The thing is: he's not just mildly annoyed at Matoba deciding to give him a lecture on #trust no bitch ayakashi. Matoba's pressed on a bruise that he would have no reason to suspect was there: Natori has been taken in by an ayakashi like this in the past two days. He let his guard down for a heartbeat, and he spent a day playing pretend in his uncle's house as a result. He doesn't need Matoba to tell him how stupid he's been; he already knows.] Shouldn't we be figuring out what the cause of all this is?
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a is for ayakashi
honestly, he doesn't really mind. he'd love to feign disinterest but after a year+ of being stuck at the golden peacock, it's much easier and simpler to go the direct route of straightforwardness.
anyway. ]
Do ya mind? Tryin' to sleep here.
[ doesn't matter if they're new or not to the experience, guy sounds like he's tearing the place apart for something that's probably super easy to find. maybe he should just open his eyes--- ]
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Haha, sorry for intruding. [Spoilers: he couldn't possibly sound less sorry.] Is this your place? I'll be on my way as soon as I can.
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Not my place. It's yours, whether ya like it or not.
[ he'll keep some sheets covering his lower half. not the first time he's woken up naked around here either. ]
What're ya lookin' for anyway.
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[Presumptuous, but not at all surprising from an ayakashi. But again, this one is chatting and hasn't tried to kill him yet, so he's not the worst Natori has come across by far. Not even the worst that Natori has woken up besides.]
Some paper and something to write with. You'd think there'd be at least a memo pad on the desk, but it doesn't seem like it. [In fact, he hasn't found any paper at all in this entire trailer. This is a surreal enough experience that it's not like he has a lot to compare it to, but it still feels a little personal.]
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C.
One can, however, absolutely fault the hell out of them for not bothering to do proper auditions for these roles, because while Natori is chewing the scenery and seeming to have the time of his life with this very D-rate porno, Broca's expression has not changed once. His tail twitches, his fuzzy little ears are pinned back against his head, but his expression has been set at a moody scowl since walking onto the set.
The only thing that takes his attention away from Natori hamming it up is the lizard crawling across his face, and even then he barely even blinks at that. It's not until character is broken that he says something in the first place as he's quick to take his hands back and cross his arms, protective of his big, callous mitts. ]
What's visible?
[ His weird magic tattoo doesn't strike Broca as that odd, but the fact that it might not be something most people can normally see does not begin to occur to him. ]
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Anyway, Broca would be forgiven for thinking that Natori was both fully committed to the success of this feature and completely unaware of his costar's noticeable lack of enthusiasm up until the moment he breaks character; it's only once he's casually blown the shot that he lets some sarcasm bleed through.]
Oh, most humans can't see this, [he says, tapping the lizard twice where it sits on his jaw. It doesn't seem to react in any way to being touched. The way he says 'humans' seems to take for granted that Broca isn't one; Broca's ears and tails gets him immediately Assigned Ayakashi By Stubborn Exorcist.] It still shows up on film, but since the editors don't notice it, it tends to cause continuity errors.
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He's not looking forward to another, and the tone has his tail twitching in a sharp, agitated movement. He'll chalk it up to a mistake this time, and comment instead. ]
How come I can see it then?
[ Not in film either, just looking directly at the man's face. There's an edge to his voice as he asks that, suggesting there is a wrong answer to this particular question of his. ]
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So: Natori gently raises his eyebrows, then gestures at their surroundings as if to encompass the entirety of the malevolent sex hotel.] The rules are different when we're in the ayakashi realm. Even a totally normal person with no special abilities to speak of can see the supernatural when in their territory. It can be a shock, but it's probably better for them that they can see what they've gotten themselves into. It'd be a pain if you couldn't see the director, right?
[He nods towards the director, who waves one of his many tentacles out of his pile of goo body. (Natori really hopes that this one isn't controversial.)]
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it's weird when guys do it
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[yeah ok.]
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a… 😳
Shifting his schedule to accommodate latenight filming and after-shooting drinks hadn’t been difficult, per se, but it does have Rokurou’s normal schedule completely thrown off. Rather than rising precisely at 6AM every morning to work out for a few hours, he’s sleeping in to accommodate the new hours. It doesn’t help that he’s a lush constantly being gifted bottles of wine for a job well done; he had hit the nightcap pretty hard and now he’s paying the price, head throbbing with hangover.
Yes, even malevolent daemons can be pathetic soggy lightweights. Which is why he squints to groggy awareness beneath his bunched blankets, previously still mountain shifting as he rolls over with an unhappy noise. With consciousness comes the spike of his malevolent energy—nothing anyone normal would notice, but to those sensitive to the supernatural, it’s akin to low-simmering embers suddenly exploding into flame. Only where heat and fire are warming, malevolence is dark and cloying. Alarming, to suddenly have that breathing down your neck.
Rokurou, blessedly unaware that he’s been cursed with sharing a wagon with an exorcist, sits up fully in a mess of long inky hair. He yawns, feline in the way he smacks his tongue and blinks, turning his scraggly head—looking very much like Sadako crawling out of the well—in vague annoyance of the noise. ]
Gggrrmmmmmnnn?
[ What’s this guy going on about… if he’s looking for his girlfriends, they probably left already, annoying… make your own breakfast, you womanizer... but that groan born from his hangover sounds more like a cursed creature’s wail, and the way he awkwardly swings his legs and hobbles forward (god, he’s gotta piss so so so so bad) and toward the other occupant of the honeywagon (the tiny bathroom is behind you, sir) isnt the smoothest he’s ever been. ]
🥰
Natori's facing the other direction when he feels a sudden spike in malevolent energy from the bed behind him. Shit-- he hasn't been able to scrounge up any paper, he's got no tools on him at all, not even a spare stick to use as a staff-- if only his girlfriends were here!
He whirls around with just enough time to see the ayakashi lurch towards him, its hair streaming out behind it as it moans. No time to dodge out of the way in this tiny space. It's clearly powerful enough to cause some real damage, and definitely not something he can take care of while completely unarmed. His only chance is to hit it hard and try to get past it while it's off balance.
There's a vase of flowers in grabbing distance-- a thank-you gift from a director, maybe? What matters is that the gifter didn't cheap out with plastic, but rather sprung for the real glass. It's got just enough heft with the water in it that Natori thinks he has a shot.
He whips it right at Rokurou's head, letting fly then immediately turning his face away even before he sees it connect to avoid getting a shower of glass right in the goods. Please work.]
Our romance begins 🥰 also cw: blood
Embarrassing for a war daemon. But, to be fair, he’s really hungover and his back teeth are floating. What normal person, daemon or otherwise, would anticipate the megahot blonde in their shared wagon immediately turning into a bug-eyed, feral chihuahua and launching an attack as soon as provoked? Hell, when did he even do any provoking!?
The vase slams into his head. Water and flowers soak him from crown to sole, but that’s nothing compared the shattered glass. A huge piece is wedged into his forehead. The rest falls between them, scratching up Rokurou’s bare chest and arms as well as scattering dangerously across the floor.
The daemon remains grounded to the spot, bright red blood dripping from the glass wedge in his forehead and down his face, no longer obscured by his hair. Shockingly, what face that’s visible (and now bloody) isn’t a gnarled oni face with jagged teeth. ]
This… really isn’t good for my hangover. [ he coughs, spitting out some glass, ] Ouch…
[ Right now, thanks to that glass in his head, he’s seeing two megahot blondes. He points accusingly at one—the wrong one. ]
What the hell was that for!? I didn’t steal your girlfriends!
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Here's how you really know that Natori used this intense burst of violence as an emergency measure and not as a regular combat strategy: it did not occur to him until this moment that he doesn't even have slippers, as if his house slippers would do anything to protect him from the glass messing up his exit strategy. When this hits him, he looks back at his imminent death by gnarled oni, only to realize that it's just, like. A guy.]
Uh. [Well, he didn't kill a random guy, at least? Or at least not yet.] Why'd you charge at me?
[This sounds very weak, even to his ears. Just gonna carefully... edge in the opposite direction from the empty air that Rokurou is accusing.]
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b | un: AHHHHHSHIOKI
un: akeboshi
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[ don't lecture him about romance, he has shoujo baked into his very dna okay— ]
what's that gotta do with being a kink?? kinks are just what gets your rocks off right?
you're saying just holding someone's hand can get you off?
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Oh, is that what it means? ✨✨ Good to know!
[that is neither believable nor an answer]
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