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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. 】
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
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[Natori has a moment of confusion about how Rou's bathroom needs could have anything to do with this, then thinks to open the door behind him. Ah, there's the bathroom. Well then.]
Oh. I can... [get out of the way, he was going to suggest, but Rokurou seems to be more concerned with fighting to stay upright than picking his way across the glassy no man's land between them. He guesses he did cut this guy's face open, so assisting in the cleanup is probably a reasonable olive branch to stop this from escalating further.
He spares a second to open up the medicine cabinet above the sink in case there's a first aid kit. No luck; for some reason it's just filled with different flavors of lube. He does grab a bottle of what looks like acetaminophen (AcetaminoPhinch?) and then takes the entire roll of toilet paper. Maybe there's a dustpan or something to clean up the glass...
Natori sticks his head out the doorway, waving the roll of TP in one hand.] Do you care if I just use this, or should I--
[--there's a comically oversized flash from the window as an old timey camera bulb goes off. It's always annoying when the paparazzi catch up with him, but it seems even worse when it's some sort of bird ayakashi paparazzi(?). Natori scowls, then looks over at the toilet paper in his hand. Well... paper is paper, right...?
Natori tears off several squares of TP, popping them off one at a time in quick succession. This would be extremely inefficient for mopping up a face full of blood, but instead he tosses them up in the air and mutters a quick:] Blank potential, heed my call-- [and makes an impatient gesture towards the window. The individual squares of toilet paper plaster themselves against the glass with a series of light thwacks, obscuring the view.
Anyway.] --Is the toilet paper fine or do I need to get a towel?
[ This hummingbird reporter is living his best life. Not only has he gotten the scoop of the week with a violent lovers’ quarrel, now he’s witnessing the birth of the Toilet Paper Charmer. Like a snake charmer but with unique sway over TP—but the photoshoot is cut short as those floating bits of toilet paper slap against the window and block his view. Drats. Unwilling to give up so easily, the reporter circles the wagon, buzzing here and there, looking for another angle.
Rokurou, for his part, is beginning to think that the glass has caused some brain damage. Did he talk to the toilet paper and did that toilet paper just… fly…? Okay. This is normal and fine. ]
I don’t care. That should probably be fine?
[ Cronch, cronch, cronch. He steps barefoot across the glass to drop into a chair, shaking his head like a dog and sending dust flying from his long dark hair. He points at where the pain continues to throb—a comically large piece of glass stuck in his forehead—as if Natori somehow wouldn’t notice it if he didn’t make it clear. ]
Head wounds don’t bleed that much, right? [ wrong. ] Just yank it out. [ a beat, ] Does it look bad?
[ He asks, as blood continues to ooze down his face and plop unceremoniously to the floor. ]
[Great, so he's good to go. Natori ducks back into the bathroom for a second just to wet a wad of the toilet paper, then pops back out to find his victim-patient has just trotted over the glass with no hesitation. Classic ayakashi behavior, honestly.
Natori holds back until he's sure Rokurou is done flinging glass all over the place, then carefully picks his way across a safe path to the chair.]
Yes, [he says bluntly, which is rich coming from the guy whose fault it was, then steels himself. He doesn't doubt Rokurou when he says to just yank, but he does have to figure out how to best protect himself when he does it, since he's not a freakish ayakashi. After a moment, he shrugs the skimpy robe off of his shoulders to get the slack necessary to wrap a hand up in it. The lizard is visible on his shoulder, just watching the proceedings. The tie of this robe is doing the monumental effort of keeping the whole thing from falling down entirely.] Alright, here goes. Three, two--
[On "two" he braces his free hand against Rou's bloody forehead and yanks the glass out. He tosses the upsettingly large shard into the nearby wastepaper basket (and confirms there's no waste paper in it while he's at it. Shame.)
Then he presses the wet wad of toilet paper against the nasty head wound. Progress!]
Edited (my phone tagging at work buddy you know my autocorrect shame) 2025-05-21 20:31 (UTC)
[ Rokurou is immediately distracted from the process of having glass yanked out of his skull. His gaze snaps over the shadow of—… a lizard…? Dumbfounded, he stares, blinks, and then begins to worry that he really has suffered some brain damage. Why does it seem to have moved a little? Is that his imagination? Is it just a tattoo? Why would a hot blonde get a random black lizard tattoo?
Splat. Some blood spits from the wound after the glass is drawn. Pain is something Rokurou is accustomed to; he only winces a little. With a wad of toilet paper sticking to his bloody forehead, he looks up at the other man, finally asking the question that’s needed an answer for a while now— ]
Why did you attack me?
[ Surely it can’t be because he thought someone was going to snatch his girlfriends… girlfriends who, judging by his sudden bout of violence, may have been extremely correct to leave. A good face can only cover up so much. ]
[Natori's only reaction to the spurt of blood is mild distaste; not like he's grossed out by the volume, but more like he doesn't want to get it on his fingers. And-- okay, maybe a little bit because he knows he's the one who caused the injury in the first place, and while it's not like he wasn't perfectly justified in jumping to conclusions, this guy has not killed him in revenge yet, so. Natori won't do anything so strong as apologize, but he can at least explain.]
...I thought you were attacking me first.
[After a moment, the sick lizard tattoo scurries down across his pec and back under the edge of the skimpy robe with a wet slithering sound. Rokurou can probably still track its progress through the gauzy fabric if he squints.]
I'm an exorcist, so it wouldn't be the first time. [He gestures at Rokurou with his free hand as if to encompass his obvious non-humanness, leaving the first time something like you charged at me to kill me merely implied.] ...Well, maybe the first time with a flower pot.
[ Ah, okay. It moved. That’s definitely a sign of brain damage.
He snaps back to reality at the word exorcist. His expression crumples, going from somewhat dazed from blood loss to the nose wrinkle of disgust after finding a smear of dog poop on the bottom of your shoe. Dog poop might be better—exorcists are a pain in the ass, and that was before a particular one rolled into his life here. His history is entrenched in it, his journey back home involved dealing with them, and now… he’s been assaulted with bathroom products twice. ]
Ugh… I should’ve known.
[ But… wait? Rokurou pauses, brightening with sudden realization. There’s a certain other exorcist here that gives him zero face as ~ayakashi~, claiming that he doesn’t count and snorting in derision at the fact that he’s only three years old by daemon standards. This exorcist, on the other hand… Rokurou puffs up and flashes a grin, showing off his sharpened teeth with a sudden burst of good cheer. ]
It’s okay, I get it. I am pretty threatening and intimidating. Only natural for an exorcist like you to get scared.
[ From nose wrinkle to “:>” in less than two minutes. ]
[That expression-- stepping in dog shit-- is about what he expects when he introduced himself as an exorcist to an ayakashi. It's the natural order of things, like cute girls screaming in excitement when they see him or hungover dudes needing to pee first thing in the morning. But there's a difference between the general dislike for exorcists and actual murderous malice, and Natori isn't getting any of the latter. Especially not when Rokurou starts talking up how very frightening he is. Man, why do so many ayakashi always insist that they're a big deal? At least Natsume's cat can actually do something, when he's not being a lazy drunk.]
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Oh. I can... [get out of the way, he was going to suggest, but Rokurou seems to be more concerned with fighting to stay upright than picking his way across the glassy no man's land between them. He guesses he did cut this guy's face open, so assisting in the cleanup is probably a reasonable olive branch to stop this from escalating further.
He spares a second to open up the medicine cabinet above the sink in case there's a first aid kit. No luck; for some reason it's just filled with different flavors of lube. He does grab a bottle of what looks like acetaminophen (AcetaminoPhinch?) and then takes the entire roll of toilet paper. Maybe there's a dustpan or something to clean up the glass...
Natori sticks his head out the doorway, waving the roll of TP in one hand.] Do you care if I just use this, or should I--
[--there's a comically oversized flash from the window as an old timey camera bulb goes off. It's always annoying when the paparazzi catch up with him, but it seems even worse when it's some sort of bird ayakashi paparazzi(?). Natori scowls, then looks over at the toilet paper in his hand. Well... paper is paper, right...?
Natori tears off several squares of TP, popping them off one at a time in quick succession. This would be extremely inefficient for mopping up a face full of blood, but instead he tosses them up in the air and mutters a quick:] Blank potential, heed my call-- [and makes an impatient gesture towards the window. The individual squares of toilet paper plaster themselves against the glass with a series of light thwacks, obscuring the view.
Anyway.] --Is the toilet paper fine or do I need to get a towel?
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Rokurou, for his part, is beginning to think that the glass has caused some brain damage. Did he talk to the toilet paper and did that toilet paper just… fly…? Okay. This is normal and fine. ]
I don’t care. That should probably be fine?
[ Cronch, cronch, cronch. He steps barefoot across the glass to drop into a chair, shaking his head like a dog and sending dust flying from his long dark hair. He points at where the pain continues to throb—a comically large piece of glass stuck in his forehead—as if Natori somehow wouldn’t notice it if he didn’t make it clear. ]
Head wounds don’t bleed that much, right? [ wrong. ] Just yank it out. [ a beat, ] Does it look bad?
[ He asks, as blood continues to ooze down his face and plop unceremoniously to the floor. ]
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Natori holds back until he's sure Rokurou is done flinging glass all over the place, then carefully picks his way across a safe path to the chair.]
Yes, [he says bluntly, which is rich coming from the guy whose fault it was, then steels himself. He doesn't doubt Rokurou when he says to just yank, but he does have to figure out how to best protect himself when he does it, since he's not a freakish ayakashi. After a moment, he shrugs the skimpy robe off of his shoulders to get the slack necessary to wrap a hand up in it. The lizard is visible on his shoulder, just watching the proceedings. The tie of this robe is doing the monumental effort of keeping the whole thing from falling down entirely.] Alright, here goes. Three, two--
[On "two" he braces his free hand against Rou's bloody forehead and yanks the glass out. He tosses the upsettingly large shard into the nearby wastepaper basket (and confirms there's no waste paper in it while he's at it. Shame.)
Then he presses the wet wad of toilet paper against the nasty head wound. Progress!]
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Splat. Some blood spits from the wound after the glass is drawn. Pain is something Rokurou is accustomed to; he only winces a little. With a wad of toilet paper sticking to his bloody forehead, he looks up at the other man, finally asking the question that’s needed an answer for a while now— ]
Why did you attack me?
[ Surely it can’t be because he thought someone was going to snatch his girlfriends… girlfriends who, judging by his sudden bout of violence, may have been extremely correct to leave. A good face can only cover up so much. ]
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...I thought you were attacking me first.
[After a moment, the sick lizard tattoo scurries down across his pec and back under the edge of the skimpy robe with a wet slithering sound. Rokurou can probably still track its progress through the gauzy fabric if he squints.]
I'm an exorcist, so it wouldn't be the first time. [He gestures at Rokurou with his free hand as if to encompass his obvious non-humanness, leaving the first time something like you charged at me to kill me merely implied.] ...Well, maybe the first time with a flower pot.
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He snaps back to reality at the word exorcist. His expression crumples, going from somewhat dazed from blood loss to the nose wrinkle of disgust after finding a smear of dog poop on the bottom of your shoe. Dog poop might be better—exorcists are a pain in the ass, and that was before a particular one rolled into his life here. His history is entrenched in it, his journey back home involved dealing with them, and now… he’s been assaulted with bathroom products twice. ]
Ugh… I should’ve known.
[ But… wait? Rokurou pauses, brightening with sudden realization. There’s a certain other exorcist here that gives him zero face as ~ayakashi~, claiming that he doesn’t count and snorting in derision at the fact that he’s only three years old by daemon standards. This exorcist, on the other hand… Rokurou puffs up and flashes a grin, showing off his sharpened teeth with a sudden burst of good cheer. ]
It’s okay, I get it. I am pretty threatening and intimidating. Only natural for an exorcist like you to get scared.
[ From nose wrinkle to “:>” in less than two minutes. ]
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Mhm. Very intimidating.
[He flicks Rokurou's forehead.]