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We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
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["No, no, this won't do at all. We'll need you to change costumes. Get to it!"
The staff member had skittered off without another word.
Well, here he is now. Yu looks a bit confused, because the costume he's wearing does look like it's fit for a fantasy movie. A high-collared, long-sleeved top, which buttons in the back, a waistcoat, a full cloak…what's so bad about that? After a beat, he decides he's better off just not bothering with all of this, so he goes to undo the buttons on the back of the shirt and—he can't reach. Of course he can't reach.
He'll try to wave down someone passing by.]
Think you can help me with this?
[There's just a whole lot of tiny freaking buttons. Why.]
ii—lord of the wings
[… … …
Oh. Okay. So this is why the costume was "all wrong."
"This" meaning the new outfit: a gladiator costume, though Yu wastes little time in taking the helmet off, because it's honestly just too clunky to deal with. He doesn't quite get how it falls into the more 'medieval fantasy' style the setting calls for ("we have to show off your assets!" they had said…), but…okay, whatever.
In any case, he takes some time to explore the set, at which time contact with the lieberries, snuggleblossoms, or therapango is not out of the question—or finding someone else afflicted with them.
But, if you're looking for a little more action, he's later given a little more direction: confront whatever passing intrepid heroes he happens to find. So: he'll stand directly in the path of any intrepid heroes-to-be that he comes across.]
Hey. [??? Is that the kind of thing a gladiator would say? He absolutely doesn't seem to care.] I think we're supposed to fight.
[No they're not. But the script doesn't exactly offer a lot of details, so why not.]
iii—hot for teacher
[Yu wouldn't really call himself jazzed to be here, but with his already-mid savings in jeopardy, he doesn't exactly have a wealth of options. Besides. It can't be that bad.
(Right?)
We cut to the scene at hand: a classroom with desks perfectly lined up. Everything put away neatly. Whomever happens to enter this particular set has been dressed in the role of a teacher…well, ostensibly; it could be the extremely typical stereotype of a tweed coat with patches and dorky glasses. It could be a ho version with a top that's too low-cut or a hemline that's too short. Either way, you're here, and you're clearly meant to be teaching…something? Except, well.
It must be after school hours, because the room is empty. Oh—almost empty, rather. Someone sits on (yeah. on.) one of the desks in the front row, dressed in a school uniform, complete with twin braids, glasses, and a rather serious expression. Arms folded over chest, legs crossed at the thigh, Yu looks like he's been waiting.]
I'm here for my extra-credit assignment.
[Utterly deadpan; his expression is unflinching.]
wildcard/notes [any of these prompts could go either spicy or just stupid, and i'm open to either option; please let me know what you prefer!! i'm also open to any other scenarios or random prompts you wanna throw my way. yu is currently 19 in game; i'm open to any age/gender but also down for gen cr if you want! feel free to pm or to contact me on plurk posolutely if you want to talk through a different scenario!]
[ unfortunately, this particular teacher is not a dorky-glasses stereotype. in fact, his outfit hardly looks different from his summer uniform, the dress shirt buttoned up to the chest and its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, save for the fact he has no mercy of an undershirt. all attempts to sluttify him have only left him looking harried. it's as if he'd been fighting off the costume coordinator. which he was.
not that it matters. he's dedicated to making bank!
except. you know. he didn't expect to find. uh.
yosuke repeatedly pinches along his hand. okay, so this isn't a dream that happened a week after the culture festival. this is real. and yosuke is supposed to act normal.
SERIOUSLY!? last time yu was in that uniform, his skirt was WAY longer. THIS SKIRT IS WAY TOO SHORT! which is probably the point. but.
while yosuke goes through his 25-stage internal meltdown, which thankfully takes all the energy he would have used to run back outside and breakdown, he goes to the front of the teacher's desk and leans against it. ]
Not up there, you're not.
[ he doesn't (cannot) match yu's unflinching deadpan, but his fluster does manage to come off as berating. (which he has unfortunate experience with.)
yosuke is DYING. he's literally DEAD on his feet. it is taking EVERYTHING in him to keep his eyes on yu's face. that might be why he can say, without exposing the entire range of human emotion in his voice, ]
It doesn't take an empath --and thank god that's over with-- to realize that Yosuke wasn't expecting this, either. With his Expression being as good as it is, he might just have the upper hand, here. So: he'd better hold onto it.
He doesn't move.
The dare is written in bold letters all over his face.]
[ there is a great disturbance in the force. it clicks into place just as yu answers–
oh my god. he's daring him. (WHY!?) right now. (SERIOUSLY, PARTNER. WHY!) as if he doesn't know that–
...
what is yosuke supposed to do? ignore such a bold dare?
in This economy? ]
What're you gonna do? Hm?
[ the question starts off shaky, exposing his grapple for composure, but the hummed taunt punctuating it comes off exactly as yosuke intends while he grabs a couple markers from the desk. (how convenient!) pocketing all but one, he strides over. taps the top of yu's thigh with the capped marker when he's close enough. ]
Write on this?
[ ohshitohmanohfuck. he can't look yu in the eye but can't look anywhere else too long, either. this is WAY too dangerous. for yosuke's heart. why'd it have to be a FRIGGIN' SKIRT! with the thigh highs... pure evil.
at least yu's not a nurse. (amen.) ]
Last chance. [ and he has to bite down on ‘partner’ to keep it from coming out, which really only makes it worse. ] Off.
[if Yu isn't jazzed to be here, than Akira is even less excited, because teacher-student roleplay is so not his thing. he also thought he had managed to escape most of this film nonsense!! being delegated to assistant duty was more than enough Hollywood for him! but no. a casting director finally seems to think they found their star in this otherwise perfectly average joe. and thus. . .]
[well]
[Akira is here, dressed in a white button up with a yellow-and-black striped tie and khaki slacks. he still wears his normal pair of fashion glasses, but today. . . he also sports a very fake mustache. this is comedy. this is ridiculous]
[and the moment he enters the set to see his "student" seated on top of one of the desks. . . he knows what he must do. the script the director had given him earlier? clear out the window. he isn't even touching it now!! if he has to be here, acting in some dumb movie he doesn't even want to be in, then he is making it his own!]
Ah. Good. [EQUALLY AS DEADPAN as he meanders towards the chalkoard] Because I have just the assignment for you.
[and on said chalkboard. . . he writes a very simple equation: 2 + 2 = ?]
[You know. Some part of Yu thinks, thank god, because this has already reached peak stupid, so they'd might as well really go all out.
Another part of him thinks, what the hell did they do to Akira's face?
This is a full test of his Expression, because it's hard to keep a straight face when he looks at that mustache. He's going to have to endure. He watches the other wild card approach the chalkboard, leaning back against the desk, propped by his hands. This continues getting stupider, but his face remains rock solid in its deadpan expression...for now.]
Understood. [He's good at taking dumb things seriously, at least. But he doesn't move just yet.] Will this assignment be graded on a curve?
[WHAT THE HELL DID THEY DO TO HIS FACE INDEED. . . the mustache is far too big for his nose, and it's not even the same color as his hair. it's making a great argument for why he should not grow facial hair when he gets older!! sorry Sojiro!!]
[once Akira is finished writing the equation on the board, he places the chalk down, turns around and dusts off his palms]
[and then proceeds to give Yu a double thumbs up]
If you're that nervous about it, I could be bribed.
[A HEAVY PAUSE. . .]
With gourmet coffee.
[this is not the way the producers want Akira to be bribed]
[Ah yes, a nice gladiator outfit, one with more fabric than anything else she's found somehow. Still, she was a professional despite how crudely written the script was-- too much adlib to work with--- and she knew how to at least take what is given to her.
She knew there were... caveats to the role she's playing, but she can worry about that later. A seductress? Nah, that would make for a boring story if that was all she needed to do. In fact, Yu offers her the perfect setup.
Which means she'll be pointing her spear at him, shield close to her chest as she gives him a serious look.]
So you're the one who felled my people. Very well, I accept your challenge.
[There's probably some quote about new experiences to reference, here. Dildo spear? Definitely a new experience...and one that Yu has a hard time keeping a straight face for. Especially in light of the distinct nipple shape of his own shield.]
So one of your tribe remains.
[There's too much adlib in this script. He's getting way too dramatic and taking it way too seriously. This is where the director realizes as much, probably, and begins to realize the mistake in not exercising a little more control over him. Because instead of doing something sexy and porn-y, Yu's next step is to raise his sword. We're apparently turning this into a drama.]
I can fix that. Come at me, [uhhh what would sound right-- ah,] spear maiden.
yu narukami | persona 4 | 5♥
ii—lord of the wings
iii—hot for teacher
wildcard/notes
[any of these prompts could go either spicy or just stupid, and i'm open to either option; please let me know what you prefer!! i'm also open to any other scenarios or random prompts you wanna throw my way. yu is currently 19 in game; i'm open to any age/gender but also down for gen cr if you want! feel free to pm or to contact me on plurk
YOU KNOW WHAT YOSUKE AND I ARE HERE FOR
not that it matters. he's dedicated to making bank!
except. you know. he didn't expect to find. uh.
yosuke repeatedly pinches along his hand. okay, so this isn't a dream that happened a week after the culture festival. this is real. and yosuke is supposed to act normal.
SERIOUSLY!? last time yu was in that uniform, his skirt was WAY longer. THIS SKIRT IS WAY TOO SHORT! which is probably the point. but.
while yosuke goes through his 25-stage internal meltdown, which thankfully takes all the energy he would have used to run back outside and breakdown, he goes to the front of the teacher's desk and leans against it. ]
Not up there, you're not.
[ he doesn't (cannot) match yu's unflinching deadpan, but his fluster does manage to come off as berating. (which he has unfortunate experience with.)
yosuke is DYING. he's literally DEAD on his feet. it is taking EVERYTHING in him to keep his eyes on yu's face. that might be why he can say, without exposing the entire range of human emotion in his voice, ]
Get off the desk first.
1/2 dear god
Okay. This is unexpected.
Hmm. Maybe it shouldn't be, with the incredible debt Yosuke has acquired recently.
...
Why is this happening.]
2/2
There is a rare opportunity, here.
It doesn't take an empath --and thank god that's over with-- to realize that Yosuke wasn't expecting this, either. With his Expression being as good as it is, he might just have the upper hand, here. So: he'd better hold onto it.
He doesn't move.
The dare is written in bold letters all over his face.]
And if I don't?
no subject
oh my god. he's daring him. (WHY!?) right now. (SERIOUSLY, PARTNER. WHY!) as if he doesn't know that–
...
what is yosuke supposed to do? ignore such a bold dare?
in This economy? ]
What're you gonna do? Hm?
[ the question starts off shaky, exposing his grapple for composure, but the hummed taunt punctuating it comes off exactly as yosuke intends while he grabs a couple markers from the desk. (how convenient!) pocketing all but one, he strides over. taps the top of yu's thigh with the capped marker when he's close enough. ]
Write on this?
[ ohshitohmanohfuck. he can't look yu in the eye but can't look anywhere else too long, either. this is WAY too dangerous. for yosuke's heart. why'd it have to be a FRIGGIN' SKIRT! with the thigh highs... pure evil.
at least yu's not a nurse. (amen.) ]
Last chance. [ and he has to bite down on ‘partner’ to keep it from coming out, which really only makes it worse. ] Off.
iii. . .
[well]
[Akira is here, dressed in a white button up with a yellow-and-black striped tie and khaki slacks. he still wears his normal pair of fashion glasses, but today. . . he also sports a very fake mustache. this is comedy. this is ridiculous]
[and the moment he enters the set to see his "student" seated on top of one of the desks. . . he knows what he must do. the script the director had given him earlier? clear out the window. he isn't even touching it now!! if he has to be here, acting in some dumb movie he doesn't even want to be in, then he is making it his own!]
Ah. Good. [EQUALLY AS DEADPAN as he meanders towards the chalkoard] Because I have just the assignment for you.
[and on said chalkboard. . . he writes a very simple equation: 2 + 2 = ?]
no subject
Another part of him thinks, what the hell did they do to Akira's face?
This is a full test of his Expression, because it's hard to keep a straight face when he looks at that mustache. He's going to have to endure. He watches the other wild card approach the chalkboard, leaning back against the desk, propped by his hands. This continues getting stupider, but his face remains rock solid in its deadpan expression...for now.]
Understood. [He's good at taking dumb things seriously, at least. But he doesn't move just yet.] Will this assignment be graded on a curve?
no subject
[once Akira is finished writing the equation on the board, he places the chalk down, turns around and dusts off his palms]
[and then proceeds to give Yu a double thumbs up]
If you're that nervous about it, I could be bribed.
[A HEAVY PAUSE. . .]
With gourmet coffee.
[this is not the way the producers want Akira to be bribed]
II
She knew there were... caveats to the role she's playing, but she can worry about that later. A seductress? Nah, that would make for a boring story if that was all she needed to do. In fact, Yu offers her the perfect setup.
Which means she'll be pointing her spear at him, shield close to her chest as she gives him a serious look.]
So you're the one who felled my people. Very well, I accept your challenge.
[By the way, the tip? It's a dildo.]
sorry for the wait!
So one of your tribe remains.
[There's too much adlib in this script. He's getting way too dramatic and taking it way too seriously. This is where the director realizes as much, probably, and begins to realize the mistake in not exercising a little more control over him. Because instead of doing something sexy and porn-y, Yu's next step is to raise his sword. We're apparently turning this into a drama.]
I can fix that. Come at me, [uhhh what would sound right-- ah,] spear maiden.