【 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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Just you wait, you feathers-for-brains fool! As soon as I get out of this thing, you're in for a beating! I swear on my name as the Almighty Dragonlord, K'uhul A—
( The yelling is higher pitched and a little tinny, sounding out from just beyond the large figure of one of those owl-man bodyguards. Just behind his rippling muscles and swiveling head stands Kinich, currently wrapped as securely as he can manage in the oversized robe he was given for his arrival— green, like money, and incredibly soft, but heavy enough to slip at the shoulders, threatening to pull open further at the slightest misstep. Still, he manages to stay covered just enough, even as he claps one hand firmly over the angry, pixelated face lighting up his Watch screen. He ignores Ajaw's continued muffled yelling to lift his head to the owl before him. )
You can ignore him. He gets irritable if he doesn't get his walk. ( Spoken with a soft exhale. And even as the muffled sounds of What did you say?! Kiniiiich! You little—! press into his palm, his eyes flick past the bodyguard to the approaching or passing figure just beyond him. ) Really, though— I'm not in need of your services, so you can find someone else to protect.
( He had hoped that his words would distract the birdman long enough, but unfortunately, he's ignoring more than just Ajaw right now. In a quick swivel of his head, the owl turns completely around to face the stranger approaching— whether a fellow new star or not, there seems to be some sort of mixup. He lets out a menacing hoo of alert. His body soon follows, fully intent on launching himself at the potential paparazzi. )
costume department◈◈ pick out your duds
( Everything has a price. That's something that Kinich learned long ago, and something that separates him from the average person, he knows— something that isolates him, even. But when you've seen with your own eyes how hidden costs can spring up and grab on like a hand around your throat, can anyone really blame him for wanting prices stated up front?
If it were anyone else here, watching bodies pass in and out of the boutiques and their changing rooms, maybe they'd offer their services for "free." A kind hand, a helpful task— but Kinich knows that things like that can too-easily come with cost down the line. Owed favors, things that may not match up in worth. So him? When he sees someone struggling with a button, or a zipper, on their way to the changing room, he walks up calmly and waits outside, arms crossed.
And when either the door parts back open to a questioning face, or the silence of paused attempts at removal sound louder than the rustling of fabric elsewhere, he speaks, eyes flicking towards the room in question, calm and even. )
Looks like you need some help. ( He gestures out with one hand palm up, whether they're still inside the room or not. ) How much are you willing to pay for it?
lord of the wings◈◈ fantastical sets
( It's the echoing boom of laughter that sounds out from this dragon's cave, bouncing off of stone and rainbow crystals. It sounds like someone on the other side of a phone call, high-pitched and occasionally crackling with the volume that comes from the laughing party. It won't take long to discover where it's coming from. Inside of the elaborate cave-set, Kinich is sitting on a pile of rocks and shiny stones, dressed as... a "dragon." He's got fake black horns curved out from the top of his head, tiny little black wings protruding from the back of a crop top, and incredibly flowy pants.
He looks more irritated the more the laughing continues, but words can be made out the closer anyone gets. )
Ahahaha! Poor little Kinich, stuck cast as the wimpiest dragon of them all! You should see how stupid you look right now. Wait, can I activate the Kamera on this thing?!
Why don't I see how waterproof this Watch really is?
( As the Watch lights up with a strangled noise and a panicked expression, Kinich sits up a little, realizing that a figure is approaching. Ajaw continues to ramble, beginning now to go on about how Kinich should feel honored to even play the part of a dragon, as a lowly mortal— but he's cut short, a single click switching off the display of Ajaw's face with an accompanied squawk of protest. Kinich's voice, in contrast, is calm and serious, louder now that it's aimed across the realistic cave. )
You're the one that's supposed to be enough for me?
( A little rude, but— oh, it's his line! He's got a job here, after all. This production is pretty scuffed, and he has no idea who the other actors are even supposed to be, but he'll say the lines he's being paid to say. Even if they're... cringe. )
ooc notes◈◈
( Please feel free to hit me up for any of the prompts with a wildcard, too! After talking with the mods, Ajaw is currently stuck only as a Watchface— like a very angry little tamagotchi that won't shut up. He won't have his body or any freedom until a regain for his body. He still has dibs on Kinich's body if he kicks the bucket, though, he'll be quick to remind. As for Kinich himself, he has no canon age, but I'll be playing him as 18, as his age range is likely 18-22 based on what we do know in canon. Permissions here, OTA ages and genders. Lastly, I am totally fine with anything trying to go in a smut direction, but as fair warning... he can't separate himself from Ajaw right now, so there's bound to be failsex flavors what with him trying to prevent Kinich from getting laid. He's hoping it'll kill him off here. )
( what was life after death? in the eyes of a man who was gripped by the vision of his past and future, betrayal and deep emotions left him on a questionable path of self discovery aboard a ship with a ragtag group of equally lost people seeking home somewhere.
his last moments were marred by a sea of blood and being hunted by a man he betrayed for a woman who he loved, but betrayed him as well.
waking up in a strange new world, nearly naked and to luxury far above what he was used to, was far from whatever lucid dream he could have. were they all just lost souls here in this strange place? kites with their strings cut off?
whatever the reality was, even in life after death spike took a ‘whatever happens, happens approach’. even if he was still shaken up by everything that happened. )
You know something? This really ticks me off.
( in a sea of lost souls, he was the first to call out the strange owl/human hybrid guards after taking a few hours to gather his bearings. he didn’t quite want to leave the honey wagon, staying well into the night—
after all, even in life after death, free food and hospitality was better than braving the unknown. at least for now.
whoever was cramped up in that trailer with him would be subjected to his never ending complaints. it was the only thing that kept his mind off her. )
Doesn’t it bother you being gawked at like some zoo animal by these gym rat owls?
— short films (nsfw)
( after scoring a meal voucher or two, he was finally sick of trying to play the role of actor and being tugged left and right, stomped around by the higher ranking guests and staff. he needed a break, a distraction really from everything going on so he decided to head towards where some films were being shot.
instead of actually trying to participate, he had some critiques. a childish way of distracting himself from memories of faye begging him not to leave and of the inevitable outcome of it all. )
Are you kidding? Those tentacles look incredibly fake. I’ve seen better production value in an amateur film!
( immediately he tossed his criticisms at anyone willing to listen, not caring for any guests around him who might have actually been enjoying or wanting to act in lonely tentacles want lovers. )
You know for a sex resort this place is too cheesy. Couldn’t they have put in a bit more woolongs into the production?
— costume department (nsfw)
( with the rush of being at death's door now far behind him, there was a more pressing and urgent matter to attend to— living to see another day through obtaining food. despite being rather new here, spike was quick to learn that being a low rank meant he was worthy of nothing at least in the eyes of those high ranking and the staff. a morsel of bread was too good for him, so he had to find a way to scrape by in the event he was truly left to his own devices here, and somehow that meant actually acting in one of those cheesy pornos despite criticizing it before.
and hunger was always a powerful motivator even for those with big judgements.
after pestering and annoying the hell out of some of the staff, they eventually gave him a hint that if he 'volunteered' to be a doctor he would be given a food voucher. it didn't take him long to rotate through a few of the costumes, being kicked out a few times for 'not looking the part' or simply not doing a good job. his last resort was playing the role of a porn doctor who could ‘fuck away’ a headache or whatever ailment his co-star had.
so he donned the outfit of a doctor, robe and stethoscope, and actually did something about the mangled mess he called hair. whoever was unfortunate enough to come waltzing into the dressing room, they were met with spike towering over them with a soft smirk, fingers dangling the end of his stethoscope. )
Hey there, need some tender love and care from Doctor Spiegel?
— communal bathrooms (nsfw optional)
( if there was anything a person could get used to, it was everything but hunger. access to a private enough trailer, a warm shower and a hot meal were all he truly needed and while spike certainly envied the guests of the resorts with much more private, and comfortable accommodations, he wasn't above trying to find the positive in the little things. especially since he did his role perfectly and got a stack of ramen cups for his efforts.
unfortunately for everyone else, his definition of positive was taking up the entire row of showers and letting them run to steam up the place, while singing in a rather annoying tone of voice a little jingle— )
'Someone cry for me with parched eyes....I want to know what real sadness is~♪'
( regardless of however happened to enter or be around, he was scrubbing away at his skin without a care in the world, a rather goofy expression on his face. as he went on, he only stopped singing when someone happened to come close to him.
naturally he wasn't going to let them shower in peace. )
Hey isn't great? A roof over our head, a warm bed to pass out on, and no annoying children or pets around. Oh hey—
( and don't mind him crossing whatever boundaries normal people clung onto; he's immediately touching your character with his loofah on a stick. )
Don't forget to wash behind your ears...actually you really should be washing every inch of yourself properly. Right?
— garage shenanigans
( for all of his chatter about being in control, at peace, and letting things happen as they would, spike was a hypocrite. every little thing about this resort was leaving a bitter taste in his mouth— far more bitter than the terrible cooking of jet's 'beef and peppers'. he was ignored by the staff, he was ranked at the bottom of barrel, and his scheming attempts to try and score some free food from pretty ladies ended with him having egg on his face. he wasn’t cut out to be an actor, a porn star, whatever, and found the whole affair to be stuffy and annoying after all—
there was nothing left for him to crawl away and try to find some way to let out all the stress that built up within him; and being the rat that he was, he found that place and way was in the garage. it was unmanned for today and while the technology was rather ancient in comparison to what he was used to, it looked far newer than some of the things he had seen.
so if anyone was hoping to somehow escape from the resort in one piece, or at the very least find the exit, they would be stopped by a literal mop-head doing donuts in the parking garage and yelling out the window. )
Hey! You should be more careful, some of us are trying to drive here.
( as if he wasn't the one who should be careful. thankfully, he does eventually stop, opening the door to invite whoever happened to be standing there. )
Wanna take a ride with a wild tiger?
— wildcard wildcard + character info
( ooc | if none of these prompts work for you or you'd like to do something different, feel free to hit me with a wildcard or contact me via dm for a closed starter. open to m/f, m/m for spike, 17+ only. kinklist | permissions )
[ Red comes back to herself slowly, blinking in the lights of the trailer as she tries to let her brain catch up. She's acutely aware of the feeling of the robe against bare skin. Her brain races and for a moment she's not sure where she is. And then she sits bolt upright and stares around the very luxurious (and gaudy) trailer she's found herself in. Her mouth opens, closes, opens again.
Her mind races.
Right. She knows where this is. ]
How the fuck did I-?
[ She's not alone, though is she? And it's probably not a familiar face. ]
I'd ask what day it is, but this place doesn't keep track of time, does it?
II. Registry
Irene Red
Height: 170 cm Weight: Muscular! Age: 25 Eye color: Gray Hair color: Red
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• The strong and passionate hot-headed main character! • The trusty, gruff soldier type! • Stunt person!
KINKS & FETISHES
• Collars and leashes, of course. • Praise - call her a good girl! • Just a little bit of pain.
SPECIAL SKILLS
• Turns into a dog-person; bark, bark! • Superb sense of smell. • Good in a fight!
III. Indie Project
[ Somehow, she's been roped into doing some sort of scene, despite herself. She's sadly used to this - or she thinks she is. She's been snagged for her looks, apparently - "A red head with muscles, that's perfect!" And now she finds herself standing on a very false beach, wearing a very tight-fitting and scandalously skimpy one-piece (bright red) bathing suit, holding a life-guard float and wearing a sun visor. She squints at the artificial lighting, then at the teleprompter that's hovering in the camera, and then at her partner.
Ahem. ]
Uh... "It looks like you could... use a lifeguard... for your private beach"?
[ Who writes this stuff? ]
IV. Premiere!
[ OK, Red has to admit the red carpet experience is kind of amusing, even if she's a little weirded out by how everything just changed on her all of a sudden. She's trying to get her head wrapped around everything, thinking about the people she needs to talk to - and trying to ignore the flashes of the cameras, because man, those are getting kind of annoying. But it is kind of nice to be dressed to the nines, isn't it? She's in a tux and everything. She settles her hands into her pockets, striking a bit of a pose, infected by the moment. ]
...you know, this is kinda fun.
[ She leans over to murmur to someone. Oh, that's going in the gossip rags. TORRID AFFAIR?
Much later she's settling into her seat, not quite sure she's ready to watch a bunch of porn, but - uh. What's this in the bag? She glances at one of her neighbors quizzically. ]
I'd ask if they're serious, but I know this stupid place.
V. Wildcard!
[ Red is a returning character; she's been doing her best to settle back in. Would love new people or familiar faces! Please note for smut, she's f/f only, but happy to chat with anyone and everyone. Feel free to meet her anywhere else. ]
Edited 2025-05-16 01:49 (UTC)
Aurelia Sharr| OC| 5 of diamonds (Current Character)
[The air around this chair is dimmer and cooler than the rest of the overheated set, perhaps this drew you in or perhaps this was the only open seat. Either way, a small woman is fussing about with a manniquen’s head on her work bench. With a tap of a pale finger the hair before her switches from a bright blond to a dull auburn, and she hums to herself before with a wave reshaping it from straight to curly.
She turns as you approach, and gestures for you to sit. With a whisper into your ear as she steps behind you and peers into the mirror with glowing red eyes, she asks]
Who do you need to be today? Speak your wish and I shall fulfill it.
Short Films
Vampire’s Arousing bite
[Aurelia had originally meant to come and complain about the inaccuracies in the script, but had quickly found herself tongue-tied and spun around by a fast talking crew member until she’s starring in the show to ‘do it right’. Woe is she, but she’s going to do it right or be damned trying.
Now the vampire lurks on the stage, shrouded in shadows, the red glow of her eyes marking danger as she waits for her oblivious prey to step into just the right spot for her to pounce on them.]
Mage’s gone wild
[Dilated pupils, jittery hands, a tendency to cling and babble. Aurelia is the picture perfect example of an actor indulging in unhealthy habits, and a perfect candidate for Mage’s gone wild! She’d signed up and is even now passing a fireball back and forth between her hands. With exaggerated cheer she clamors “oops” before an ‘explosion’ covers the set in light and when it fades, reveals her clothes having been ‘burnt’ off, exposing her pale skin and small chest. She turns to her co-star with a mock gasp and a wink.]
“Oh no, what will I do without my clothes? I’m defenseless~”
Premiere
[Aurelia finds herself vaguely surprised at the event’s scale, but finds herself enjoying the opportunity to dress up and socialize. There’s so many people around, it’s impossible to feel lonely. She’s making her rounds, chatting with people on the carpet, ducking papparazi, and in general playing the social butterfly. Stopping to chat with anyone and everyone. Once settled into the premiere’s however she becomes much less… personable. Finding something to critique on every film, but especially any film that includes vampires. Her opinion’s flow freely, and are delivered onto anyone nearby in an angry whisper.]
Wildcard
[OOC: If you’re looking for anything else feel free to hit me up on plurk at Morgana9971 or by dm to this journal. Always down to plot a different thread idea out!]
• damsel in distress • girl next door • hot chick in an early 2000's action film • hot gym instructor • clueless bimbo stuck in an awkward position
KINKS & FETISHES
• spanking • collars and leashes • costumes • strong red heads
SPECIAL SKILLS
• modeling • singing a wide range of vocal registers (and being able to handle deep throat impacts) • extraordinary skills in comforting others (by any means)
— indie hits
( despite her initial annoyance at the automated resume being filled out with some of the most depraved comments about herself, reira was still afraid of not complying with the resorts demands and whims— especially given her high rank status. so after a bit of exploring of the sets and picking out two costumes for herself, she got roped into an indie production with a few other people and stood before the 'director'.
her options were to either take on the role of a hot 90's lifeguard, red swimsuit and all, or take on a more older role of an 80's american-style gym instructor with the skimpiest gym outfit imaginable. given she didn't quite know how to swim, she went with the gym instructor role. )
Um so I don't really remember how to do this kind of stuff? I think I saw a video a while back with that singer from that movie about the high schoolers? Anyways do you think you can help me out with some stretches before we get started?
( truly, who could resist those big doe eyes batting at them asking for help so innocently? )
— let's get physical (talon, nsfw, cw: suit flare)
( with the entire month of april being a rather stressful and euphoric experience for reira, she had failed to realize a number of things about herself. she was physically weak despite looking very slim and fit and pretending to be a hot gym instructor, and she had failed to actually engage with anyone on a sexual level in almost an entire month (with the acting bit not being enough for the suit's whims). it wasn't for lack of trying really— she had just been too caught up in comforting others and providing emotional support to those gravely affected by the diamond suit.
by now her body was aching with a wide array of sensations and she found herself filled with an endless drive and desire to exert herself somehow or another. instead of actually realizing what she needed was to fulfill the resort's whims, she decided to put all of that excessive and needy desire into actually working out and not just acting.
so while the talon was empty, anyone who happened to walk by or stroll in would find reira dressed in one of the most provocative workout outfits imaginable [really a costume found among the plethora of them in the costume department], doing very intense movements. from erotically bouncing on an exercise ball with weights in her hands, to lying on the floor and stretching her legs with a resistance band, all of her movements were far too erotic and sensual.
it wasn't until she finally became exhausted after riding the exercise bike that she swung around on the seat and leaned her back onto the bike handle bar. she spread herself out in a seductive fashion, her long pink curls draping down as sweat glistened against her exposed skin. if anyone happened to be standing nearby, regardless of what they were doing, she turned her head towards them and smiled, letting out a deep and shaky breath. )
Oh I'm sorry, were you looking to use this machine? Let me wipe it down before you do....I'd hate for you to get sticky from my sweat.
( a close and observant eye would notice the heart marking centered between her breasts, now a darker color— an indicator of just how much the suit was influencing her actions. )
— network post
hello and welcome newbies ✨✨✨ I'm so sorry you're here, it sucks doesn't it? or maybe it doesn't if you're an sex-addict. anyways not to stray from my point and putting aside the acting and paparazzi stuff, I have two questions for all of you even if you aren't new! 👼🥰👼🥰
1) does anyone here know how to play a guitar? the bass? drumming? please tell me at least one of you has some knowledge of good music too. it's so lame being the only nirvana and cyndi lauper fan around here. this place needs new music! 💦💦
2) can anyone actually act? is anyone here an actor or actress?
anyways thanks for your time, bye now!! 💖💖
— premiere (red carpet)
( after finally getting her suit symptoms in check, it was time to see the results of all of her hard work with that indie film director. it was down right embarrassing to be a part of something like this and while the paparazzi and attention reminded her of home, she equally reminded herself that all of this was fake. even if they published stories about a nympho gym instructor going wild at the resort and plastered her photo as well, it didn't matter. she was used to far worse in a world where those things actually mattered.
so she made her debut out onto the red carpet wearing a long black dress, hair done up in an elegant bun and faux pearls dangling from her ears like a true old hollywood movie star.
she made her way into the theater and into one of the 'plush bed' seats before stopping at the sight of someone already occupying one of them. with a soft smile, she spoke up— )
You look lonely, would you care for some company? I could never tolerate going to the movies alone.
( even if this wasn't that kind of movie theater. )
— wildcard wildcard + character info
( ooc | if none of these prompts work for you or you'd like to do something different, feel free to hit me with a wildcard or contact me via dm for a closed starter. open to f/f, f/m for reira, please make sure to read her permissions/opt-out. kinklist | info | permissions )
[Can you fit a dazed, confused, and somewhat disapproving centaur into a trailer with three other Wildcards? One of life’s burning questions. The answer might surprise you.
Trust that he will have to issue a string of apologies once he’s able to blink the glitter and lights out of his eyes, a slight grimace on his face as he attempts to unfold his hind legs from underneath the length of his large barrel — only to nearly hoof a poor, unsuspecting “roommate” in the ribs. Oops. Freezing one of his legs immediately, voice a deep, apologetic baritone:]
Ah… I hope I did not injure you…
[— Forget clothes for a moment. Once he takes better stock of the limited space, another burning question: how in Zeus’ name is he supposed to get out of the trailer?]
II. Pick Out Your Duds
[Wonder of wonders: centaurs are just as rare in this strange pocket of reality as in his homeland.
— And it appears that every bodyguard, director, and extra knows this, too, as whole crowds trip over themselves the moment they see the large figure attempting to gingerly explore the hotel’s offerings, no fear in their eyes as they approach. Can Chiron dance? Sing? Act? Ever dreamed of the big screen? Oh, so he doesn’t know what any of that nonsense is, huh… Well, even better!
Gods, please, sign on the dotted line. They’re gonna make him and his giant cock a star.]
… If you’ll excuse me.
[Turning swiftly away, his twitching tail the only hint that he’d much rather not, actually, and while Chiron would never dare call his actions a retreat, there’s also no shame in how he takes for The Nest’s doors to shake off his pursuers. The surprising expanse of warehouse he finds makes it easier to breathe, if nothing else, albeit reminding him of his own bare chest and how he still hasn’t found so much as a large sheet to cover his human half.
Will he be taking anything? Absolutely the fuck not. Pluck not the forbidden fruit, especially when it’s lined with gaudy faux-fur.
But during his musings, his slow, thoughtful trots down the corridor of clothes, he will at least offer a pleasant nod to anyone he comes by.]
I do not suppose they’ve a separate section for more normal attire?
[Listen. Y’all can fuck around with the bodices and such, but he just wants a chiton.]
III. IMAX Special
[Chiron… is not entirely sure how he ended up in the movie theatre.
No, scratch that. He knows the truth. Even having long since discovered the basic nature of the Golden Peacock (and more than happy to swear celibacy until he has more concrete answers), there are some things even a sage like him never got to experience in his lifetime. The notion of moving pictures for entertainment?
Why yes, he supposes he wouldn’t mind one look at it.
Given his size, it’s a bit of a jolt when at the front doors, he’s escorted to a seating area meant to specifically accommodate him - more an open floor concept, in execution, but it remains lovingly lined with velvet, so plush that his hooves sink down a couple of inches and make his nose twitch. After another ten minutes of firmly declining any attendant that’s hoping to make his first movie truly memorable with whatever they stuffed into the gift bags—
He’ll settle down, front legs carefully folded under his barrel, while his hind legs laze to the side, tail draped over the fetlocks. Eyes absolutely glued to the screen in open curiosity up until the moment his peace is interrupted because the attendant did not listen and figured it was alright to escort another guest to join him.]
Are you also here to see the movie? [He says, just as the group of bandits on the big screen drag up an unsuspecting siren from the turbulent waters, her shrieks of dismay turning to gasps of pleasure that Chiron steadily ignores. Smiling, even. This has absolutely nothing on Greece. A little porn isn’t going to ruin his good time, either.]
It really is a fascinating concept. I shouldn’t be surprised humans came up with something so unique.
OOC
[If none of these prompts work, hit me up with a wildcard! I love me some spontaneous shenanigans. Also bless anyone’s soul who wants to fuck this centaur; all prompts have the option for nsfw but admittedly, a character is really gonna have to shoot their shot. DM if you wanna try to work something out, though, or we can see where the horny winds take us. 18+ for any smut!]
[ the thing about dying is, there's really nothing to it? zagreus has died countless of times and taken by the styx only to wake up again back at the house of hades—it's constant, it's routine. so anyone can understand his disorientation and surprise upon waking up after getting gutted by asterius once again not in the house, and not beside the river styx—
... but in a trailer instead, decked out in a robe that looks like something dionysus would wear. ]
Oh, this is— [ definitely not where he is supposed to be. mismatched eyes of red and green blink very similarly to one of those owl security guards just outside, his head very well swiveling all around trying to figure out where he is. ] Not Tartarus... gods, everything is so bright...
[ he's just going to look around a little while he gets his bearings. if you smell something burning, it's probably his fire feet scorching the floor. he was born this way, don't worry about it. ]
▶ 02. out and about;
[ zagreus' knowledge of the surface world is limited at best, but what little he does know is far from anything that resembles the sprawling resort he sees before him now. from the glitzy labyrinth of the nest to the elaborate sets of the blockbuster hits (which he definitely thinks is all real... how did he end up in the mountains when he was just at the shopping mall?? why is he suddenly on a spaceship?) — it's a lot to take in.
but once the initial shock wears off, what's he to do but explore as much as he can? zag can be found doing the following:
a: given the ill-fitting robe, he had wandered into the costume warehouse hoping to find something more suitable, but ends up being completely overwhelmed by the sheer amount of outfits. the producers had taken one look at zagreus and told him to find something called "bikini armor", whatever that is. it'd be too good to be true for him to find a chiton, but he browses the racks in hopes of finding something close to it. feel free to also run into him getting possessed by a type a costume and completely lost at figuring out how the garment works. he's unfortunately from the pre-zippers era. b: ah, yes, space rats. zagreus is not familiar with this specific type of pest, but he has undoubtedly tangled with his fair share of vermin back home. thankfully, these are smaller, if strangely colored. in any case, find him staring down a space rat or he could rescue you from one, coming up behind it and trapping it under a warbler troop helmet. where did he get that from? don't worry about it. c: what's funny is that out of all the strange and elaborate sets the resort has up, the office set actually looks the most familiar to him out of them all. maybe it's trauma from when he was an administrative chamber slave(tm), a time he definitely doesn't miss, or soul sucking capitalism is universal; either way, he will play his role of a (checks notes) "unpaid intern hoping to 'persuade' his boss for a permanent position" to a t. or, at least try to. (yes, this is my office au prompt) d: if anyone is paired up with him for the premiere, he's... going to fall asleep like ten minutes into the film. sorry, but these chairs are actually so comfy?? ]
▶ 03. wildcard;
[ feel free to throw anything at me if the above don't spark joy! zag is always down to clown with whatever wild and whacky shenanigans you might have. for reference, he is a demigod and knows very little about mortals, so everything is new and shiny. info/permissions; open to any and all genders, 16+. PM me if you need to hash anything out! ]
[Now, Yato's woken up in strange places before. On top of an offering box, on benches, in some bushes, that sort of thing. He's never been inside a vehicle before, though! Especially not one so glitzy and glamorous, and while decked out in only a fancy gold robe to match the scenery. At first he thinks he's had one too many drinks last night and got picked up by some spiritually sensitive creep. A very rich creep, at that.
Throwing himself up out of the bunk he's on, he smacks his head on the bunk overhead, dizzying himself and sending himself careening forward into the other, occupied bed opposite. Whoopsie daisy! INCOMING!]
AUGH--!!
1.B Hired Hens [Deciding that the best course of action is to go back to fucking bed in the hopes he'll wake up from this crazy dream, Yato rolls over in his bunk to face the window with an annoyed huff, only to come face-to-beak with one of the owl security guards, eliciting another startled yelp from him. Though this time he scurries back until he can hide behind the nearest person - you - and peek out from between said person's legs.]
What's with the oversized chicken?! [It's an owl, Yato...]
🎭 2. Actor Resume Click for prompt!
Yatogami
Height: 173cm (5'8") Weight: Secret~☆ Age: 1050~ Eye color: Blue Hair color: Black
[After finally being forced from the relative safety of his trailer, a bewildered Yato takes to exploring the resort. Once it becomes clear that some things such as clothes are free for use, he starts scanning the racks of costumes in search of something that covers up more than just his crotch. He's not a prude, nor is he particularly shy, it's just... odd being visible to people. He's not used to being seen!
Alas, there's precious little that offers any real coverage, so he decides to at least go with something he likes the theme of. The first being a sexy cowboy costume. Although when he goes to try taking it off, none of the fasteners will work, and even the vest seems stuck to his skin somehow. Growing more and more irritated by the minute, he whirls on the nearest person and, red-faced, asks:]
Gimme a hand with this, will you? Shit's stuck!
💄 3.B Dolled Up
[Given his history in doing all manner of jobs, it's no surprise that Yato has some experience with makeup and hair styling. So he offers his services with confidence, tongue sticking out as he works on his latest customer. The brush in his hand goes gently through their hair, careful of any knots or tangles. Unfortunately, he's getting a bit heavy-handed with the aphro-laced hairspray, determined to make sure every strand stays in place. Sorry if you're starting to get a bit giddy and needy??
Finally, Yato pauses, beaming in the mirror at his unfortunate target.]
There! What do you think? Pretty good, right~?
🐉 4. Lord of the Wings Click for prompt!
[Having traversed his way to the Elven mountains, Yato sits down heavily on the ground with a sigh. He's managed to get into a sexy version of an mystical elf costume, leaving his arms and legs exposed but mercifully the tunic covers the major parts of his anatomy, save for when he sits cross-legged, as the skirt portion is too damned short.
He notes something nearby on the ground - lieberries - and, suddenly hungry and thirsty, takes a huge honking mouthful of the things. Chewing away, he turns to his companion and starts yammering.]
Mmm. Tastes terrible. [He pauses, frowning as though mystified by what he said.] No-- It's awful. [A look of confused anger makes its way across his face as he throws the rest of the berries away from himself.] The hell! That's what I meant!
[Clearly not though, because he lets out a frustrated scream.]
🎞️ 5. Your Big Debut Click for prompt!
[Despite the trial and tribulations of being in the resort, Yato's actually having a somewhat fun time. He's determined to make the most out of his stay and being visible, and as such has opted to go to the premiere no matter what creepy things they have planned.
He especially appreciates the swag bags! Having rarely received a gift before, he eagerly dives in, face lighting up as he pulls out the assortment of drinks and snacks (doubly so at the champagne), though his face contorts into one of mystified horror when he gets to the sex toy: a gold skull with crystal crown dildo. He glances at his partner and shows them the crazy thing.]
Isn't this just a touch morbid? And kinda creepy? I mean, what if it's cursed?
(it seems of the recent arrivals, there has been one person that had found himself there under more surprising circumstances. this man sleeps peacefully. a body scarred in bullet wounds and a cheek with two more that stand out, he's almost too calm for what one could consider normal for the golden peacock. most people would be awakening in a panic, but it's almost as if he were sleeping the sleep of the dead. or that had been true until bright blue eyes open slowly to an unfamiliar ceiling above his head. zack is quick to sit up, he almost winces from it in pains that were there but not at the same time.
this isn't midgard. he doesn't recognize the trailer, he almost certainly has no clue where this is. this isn't the afterlife, right? the lifestream was....different. he has enough of a recollection of it while he lifts his bedsheet to look himself over. their choice of clothing for him? tight briefs and a velvet cheetah print robe, they really don't help the way it fits too snuggly on him.
whatever! zack can make it work, he knows it. he's already stretching as he rises out of bed with a large grin. as is his usual, no need to think too much! he's got everything covered, somehow. though not before he realizes he had a bedmate. oops. hopefully you weren't too comfortable against the hunk of mass that is this man. if you were? well, he did have his smile turn to something sheepish as he glances over at you.)
My bad! I didn't notice you.
b. costume fits & makeup!
(so, maybe it wasn't a dream. zack's had enough time to pull his head together and they've only just now wheeled him into the makeup chair. there's a few complaints about his hair being so lengthy and spiky. he can't help that! he even is heard telling the poor people that were assisting apologizing before directing his attention back to the mirror. he's still in disbelief that he's here. alive. the issue is that he doesn't know much about the where and when. zack almost surely has been ignoring his watch.
he'll likely look at it later, but he did flash his best smile after glancing in your direction.) Yo! You here to do makeup, then? (don't mind his enthusiastic eyes and the fact that if he had a tail right now, it would be wagging. this man is the living embodiment of a dog in how excitable he can be.)
I'll be in your care! Just be gentle, okay~?
(....and unfortunately the type to wink and smile like he's charming.)
c. b rank school!
(whenever they gave him the loose description and everything to work with, zack didn't need to be told twice. he can do anything! kind of. but movies are hard work and he can't quite say that he's used to this, genesis maybe would be better at working a crowd or sets for blockbuster anything. instead? zack got given a b-tier set up. dressed up in a school uniform, zack was there to play the role of the joyful and beloved transfer student. not that smart, but also infectuous in his demeanor and antics.
so it doesn't take much for him to wander up to a desk, of his partner for this role or one of them with his usual smile. they did say to sell it like he had only just arrived. well. he knows himself best, so he can manage that!)
Hey~! You look like you know your way around, mind giving me a tour?
(and then right as he moves to sit on the desk....yeah, he tripped and fell flat on his face. he tried....)
d. wildcard!
( or bring on whatever you're feeling! i will roll with anything, i also will note that i do prefer m/f typically. i'm not opposed to trying m/m, i just struggle with it a lot. anyway, as far as ages goes, 18+ preferred please! also, spoilers are okay, i do not have the means to play rebirth so i am totally okay with it. feel free to pm me here or over on plurk at entropist for anything custom! )
( The loofah presses into the side of his arm, and Kinich pauses for a moment as if to consider it, leaning slightly with the press as if being forced by the contact itself. As if on cue, the face of his Watch lights up, a neon green background with black sunglasses and green dots behind them for eyes now shown in a laughing animation. )
That's right, Kinich! When's the last time you took a real shower? Maybe if you scrubbed a little more, you wouldn't be so alone all the time! Ahaha— urblublub—
( So much for no annoying pets, huh? Still, at least the annoying yapping from Kinich's watch is cut off the moment he turns to douse his wrist in water, eyes turning to settle on the stranger, instead. )
I'm getting there. ( Only mildly puffy about that. ) Maybe you can focus on that soapy spot you left on your back.
( As if satisfied by his little comments and the apparent waterboarding of a digitally trapped creature, he moves his hand back out of the stream of the shower, flicking it a little more dry. )
[If Mai could firebend then she would be breathing some of that fire the way she sounds right now. She's standing outside of one of those lovely trailers with it's glittering gold star. Or one that had a star at any rate. The star in question is now in being brandished at one of the many owl security guards roaming around the place.
Height: 5'7" Weight: Average. Age: 17 Eye color: Brown Hair color: Black
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• Apathetic goth • Henchman • Villainess love interest
KINKS & FETISHES
• Domination • Dirty talk • Fruit tarts
SPECIAL SKILLS
• Marksmanship • Knives • Mean girl hotness
LORD OF THE WINGS;
[Mai knew the moment they had taken away the actual decent costume she had found and sent her out in a whole other piece that there was going to be no getting out of any of this. Particularly when she gave the new outfit a tug and just couldn't get it to budge.
She managed to make her way through makeup only a little hornier for her efforts. Now here she is, fake elf ears on and intricated braided hairstyle in place, just way more put out and annoyed than she had ever been while also being turned on.
Mai is supposed to be one of the many background actors not breaking her role over here in the elven mountains. She is very obviously struggling something hardcore because when she greets absolutely anyone it's in the most droll and deadpan of voices with the accompanying facial expression to match.]
Welcome traveler to our lands. We hope you find rest and plentiful orgasms here after your long journey.
[Does this turn you on? Why.]
SUPPORTING ARTISTS;
Wolfman Takes a Mate.
[...]
Samurai Pledges And Serves.
[...]
Plants Hunger For Sex.
[Mai is looking over the list of indie films now in production. Thanks to Lord of the Wings she's got a real good idea what all of these films involve even if that last one doesn't just spell it out. She lets go of a long sigh and runs a hand over her face.]
It's all sex, isn't it. All of it. Every one of these film things. Sex.
[She wouldn't mind some money but just looking at the list of films looking for actors is making her groan. Yet after a moment of standing with her face in her hand?]
... Maybe the arranged marriage one.
[What has her life become.]
WILDCARD; [Got a prompt in mind I didn't use? Feel free to drop it here or hit me up via PMs or PPs @ goodluckstarfighter.]
Height: 176cm (5'9") Weight: 75kg (165lb) Age: Unknown, young adult by the standards of his species. Eye color: Form dependent - grey or teal Hair color: Form dependent - black and teal, or plain black.
• hard and rough • praise kink • bdsm (submissive, but willing to experiment)
SPECIAL SKILLS
• research • spearfighting and cloudhymn use • dragon stuff
lord of the wings - dragon lord (nsfw);
[ in the crystal lair, the dragon waits.
it's just dan heng without his disguise. that's it. he's already for the horns, tail, claws and scales - what more does he need? and most of it is easily visible in his "costume", which consists of little more than a silky top and tight stockings. aeons, he feels so foolish.. despite having been accepted into the charmony academy at penacony, dan heng is a little shy about playacting. or maybe he's just shy about being in a porno film. but he's growing more accustomed to the nonsense this place throws their way, and they'd all but begged him to fulfill this role. who could do it better than a real dragon man?
he rubs his face with one hand, then sighs, readying himself before the director calls action through the speakers. the warriors have arrived, and now dan heng - err, the dragon lord - waits in his bedchamber for each one of them to come in, one by one, to complete their task of.. satisfying him.
cheeks flushed, his tail lashes against the bed, agitated, and when the first "warrior" arrives he lifts his eyes to them. then, deadpan: ]
I take it you are ready to complete your task?
costume change - possessed;
[ at last his filming is finished, and dan heng returns to remove his costume at last, only to find that it.. will not come off.
how strange. maybe he's just exhausted, but no matter how he attempts to untie the top or roll down the stockings, the fabric seems to fight him, clinging to his body with stubborn force. he sighs, rubs the heel of his hand into his eyes. it's another trick of the house, he's sure, for what else could it possibly be? after struggling in vain for another few useless minutes, dan heng gives in and searches out the nearest person. ]
Excuse me -
[ he's too tired to be embarrassed, entirely forward and serious as he turns his back to reveal the lacing at the back of his costume. ]
- would you mind helping me to remove this?
[ he's so done. ]
wildcard;
[ feel free to contact me via pm or plurk at owlcoholic if you'd like to plot, or throw something new at me entirely!! dan heng can easily be worked into any of the prompts. keep in mind if you go the nsfw route he has dragon anatomy, two ridged blue cocks that emerge from a vent slit. 🐉 have fun!! oh and open to any gender, 16+. ]
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