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press four for more options. | part three.

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Pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader (attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin) Word Count: 4k Summary: After seeing your ex with his new girl at a work party, you take the not-so-smart advice from a friend to call a sex hotline to get over him. Your match? A baritone bossy dom named Levi.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI - smut, alternate universe (modern), sex work, phone sex, dirty talk, dom!levi, light dom/sub, guided masturbation, edging, pet names, sex toys, multiple orgasms, mentions of body image Credits: dividers by @saradika-graphics

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“Hel-lo, is the idiot in the room still with us?”

A slender hand waves back and forth, back and forth, until you awake from your everlasting daydream.

Annie Leonhart sits across from you at your favorite coffee shop looking like the cat that caught the canary.

That knowing smirk hasn’t left her face since she sat down.

Curling her fingers, she pulls her arm and returns her hand to join the other under her chin once she’s finally caught your attention.

The small blonde squints her icy blue eyes, observing, deciding on what you’ll say before you launch your defense.

“That good, huh?”

Embarrassment is your first folly.

"I— What?!”

“I know a blissful climax cloud when I see one.”

“Annie.”

Sometimes Annie could be an ass, too smug for her own good, but she was a fiercely loyal friend and colleague.

Everything is meant in jest — at least, to you. Not many others got to avoid her wrath.

You lean over the table, reaching your hand out to cover her mouth.

She manages to duck your advances, expertly so, and rears her head with a small chuckle.

“Relax, no one’s listening,” she chides.

“That’s not true,” you argue under your breath. “It's a small shop. You know the vultures circle this place.”

“Not since the old thirsties got busted for their smutty book club — which, quite frankly, I resent losing.”

"You resent?" you repeat, mirroring her squint. “But you never ended up joining the old lady book club.”

“Mm, I didn’t,” Annie agrees, picking up her coffee cup to sip leisurely. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t listen. I looked up a couple of those titles for myself. In retrospect, they had good taste.”

“Seriously?”

“Dead.”

She pauses, setting the cup back on the table.

“So… are you going to make me work for the details, or what?” she finally leads, getting to the point while you skate around it with imaginary triple axels. “Did you call again after Friday?”

You did.

In fact, you've called several times — almost every night since last Friday with the exception of Tuesday, since you’d fallen asleep as soon as you hit the couch after working overtime.

It’s now another Friday afternoon, one week from the first time you’d called the hotline, and you’re wondering what constitutes bordering on addiction.

“I have,” you confirm.

“That’s all you’re going to say?” she chastises with a grimace. “Boo — tomato, tomato.”

“What?! What did you want me to say?”

“For starters, who the guy is.”

“Not happening.”

“Loser.” A beat passes. “But it’s not Bert?”

You shake your head vehemently.

“Definitely not Bert.”

“Thank god,” she exhales. “I like you, but I don’t know if I like you enough to be calling up the same dude to get our rocks off.”

“Jesus, Annie.”

“Oh, come on, don’t be such a prude.”

You pick up your own tea, sliding it across the table before taking a tentative sip.

“I don’t know how you freely talk about this like we’re trying out restaurants.”

“Because it’s not real?” she suggests, and your stomach flip-flops.

You know it isn’t.

It’s a job.

It’s his job.

“I don’t know,” Annie continues, sitting back against her chair with her arm draped across the curve. “It’s no strings attached and hot. I’ll never meet Bert, and he’ll never meet me, and it isn’t like he’s going to ask to hold my hand and beg me to meet his mom.”

“You’re such a commitment-phobe,” you comment with the roll of your eyes. “You won’t ever meet anyone’s mom.”

“Yeah, because I’m not a psycho,” she replies with a snort. “I take it you went premium?”

You nod once. “Levi suggested it.”

Her eyes widen, delighted, and you scowl at your own stupidity.

“Levi?”

Ah.

Fuck.

"Wait." You sit up taller. “Don’t—”

“Oh, that’s a hot name.”

“Annie, I swear to—”

She sours to herself. “Damn, that’s so much hotter than moaning Bert.”

The tea in your cup bubbles from your chortled breath.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, not my favorite name ever, but that’s fine — because it’s more like he’s moaning Annie.”

Paired with a wicked grin, your friend winks at you.

“We have two very different wants.”

You squint, and her grin widens. “Wait, do you—”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh my god, Annie.”

“What?!” she chirps with a chuckle. “You like the bossy ones, I like being the boss. You’re not allowed to kink shame me. We’re in this shit together.”

“Who said I like being bossed around?!”

She points her finger at your facedown phone.

“Porco Galliard bosses people around. I’m not stupid. And you scream ‘I don’t like being assertive’.”

Great.

The same observation Levi made over the phone without ever meeting you in person.

“Whatever, that isn’t the point,” you wave off, deciding to try and swerve the subject. “I wanted to ask: how many times do you call a week?”

Annie presses the tip of her tongue against her cheek as she considers.

“A week? Maybe two, three at most. It used to be a hell of a lot more, but I’m working a lot of late nights.”

“When you say ‘a hell of a lot more’, do you mean—?”

“Daily?” she finishes for you then tries to recall. “Why? Are you daily right now?”

You hate yourself for a second.

“Sort of? It’s only been a few days, but—”

“Hey, that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

She reassures in that randomly serious way Annie can pull on a rare occasion.

Making fun of people might be her favorite pastime, but if she can sense true withdrawal from her friends, then she’s quick to stop.

The blonde reaches over the table to pat your hand, but it’s hardly a comfort.

Annie is about as comforting as raw-dog wearing a hand-knitted sweater by an amateur: it's itchy, too tight, and you want it to stop immediately.

“You’re a grown woman with grown woman money. If guys can go get blue balled at the strip club, then why can’t we call a hot guy over the phone?”

Again: not comforting at all.

With reluctance, you nod.

“You have a point.”

“I know I have a point.”

“Then again, I don’t know how long term this fix can be,” you reason. “It’s very expensive.”

“Yeah, but you know what’s more expensive?” Annie retorts. “Hooking up with a stranger at a bar who’s abysmal in bed. Maybe not so much for your wallet, but definitely for your ego.”

“And your sanity,” you agree, “if they’re weird.”

“Or a creep.”

“Or a serial killer.”

“A weird creep that happens to be a serial killer.”

You both give each other a look, an unspoken conversation of two delusional women saying ‘exactly’ in a singular gesture, as you sync the sips of your drinks.

— —

“Do you ever — ha — use to — oh — ys?”

You’re not sure why you’re so chatty with your rabbit vibrator barely hovering over the hood of your clit.

A week ago, you would've been trying to smother yourself with a pillow for talking.

However, with each night you’ve called Levi, the more comfortable you’ve become.

More bold, if openly using toys tells him anything.

The avalanche that brought you here was quite swift.

Traffic lights no longer remind you of the cars on the road but the man waiting for you on this hotline.

A willing striptease; a compliance to do what you wish but let him take the lead.

All you had to say was ‘my hand’s getting tired’ during an edging session.

All Levi had to reply with was ‘if you had a toy, I’d allow you to tag it in’.

Allow.

Like you’re completely under his spell.

Like you couldn’t have been using one from the get-go, but you listened.

You said you did.

He said grab it.

(God, you always listen.)

Now you’re here, legs spread in the center of your bed with your phone sitting between the valley of your breasts as you talk to him through the speaker.

“I am right now,” Levi replies in that diplomatic way of his, the lift of his voice telling: he’s amused by the way you try to speak to him, even when you’re ready to scream with impatience.

“I meant on yourself,” you exhale shakily.

“On myself?”

“Like on c-calls,” you stammer, forcing yourself to focus.

He loves when you lose your mind.

You refuse to cave so fast tonight.

“A mystery for another day,” he teases, before adding in a firmer tone: “You earned it. Touch it to your clit, but don’t go inside yet. I want you wet and ready for me, understand?”

“You’re so mean.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he softens for just a moment. “And don’t talk back.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” you joke, before pressing the device against your clit.

The vibrations surge pleasure down your legs, causing your toes to curl.

You’re not sure if it’s the ‘sir’ or the moan you emit that makes him groan in return.

“The answer is no,” he finally states.

For a second, you think you did something wrong.

Then you circle back, remembering what you asked in the first place.

Right.

The toys question.

“You don’t?”

“Not on me, no.” He exhales, slow and steady. “Too busy making sure I’m hitting the script.”

That’s the funny thing about these calls:

The fourth wall?

Broken.

He doesn’t pretend to be your boyfriend for the night, just as you don’t pretend he’s only yours.

You’re aware he’s a sex worker, just as he seems to open up about his profession when speaking to you.

At first Levi wouldn’t — it was meant to be a fantasy — but each night he’s divulged more.

Like how he used to be in the military. (Unrelated to sex.)

Like how he has an affinity for tea, going so far as to have a mild cup with you after a session in lieu of a cigarette. (Unrelated to sex.)

Like how he’s a Capricorn. (Unrelated to sex — kind of.)

In the midst of learning about him, you’ve learned about yourself.

You’re less vanilla than you originally thought.

With Porco, things felt regimented.

Scheduled.

You weren’t willing to open up your heart, much less your legs, because he was too cold behind closed doors.

Focused.

Driven to his work and passions.

Levi, on the other hand, will suggest leaning against the wall with your hand in your underwear, eyes forced to watch yourself in your full-length mirror.

To worship yourself, when he can’t.

To pump your fingers into your weeping core, when he can’t.

To give over complete and utter control with the promise that you’ll come as many times as he asks you to, because if he could be in this very room — this very apartment — he’d easily do it himself.

With Levi, you’re bold.

With Levi, you’re in.

So you’re not shy to arch your back, moaning into the receiver when you feel your first orgasm approaching you like the incoming tide.

“Levi,” you whimper his name, “can I—”

“Shit, baby, you know you can,” he practically purrs, already knowing what you’re going to ask. “C’mon. Let me hear that pretty little voice of yours, huh? Just for me?”

“Just for—”

The last word is garbled by the way your teeth clench, legs snapping together as the first climax hits after a relentless twenty-minute edging session.

It’s unreal.

It’s pain.

It’s bliss.

It’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

(Freedom.)

You pant, pulling the vibrator away from your body for a moment to catch your breath.

You hear him hum with approval on the other end, a low rumble against your chest.

“That’s a good girl,” he says after a beat. “Feeling better?”

“So much,” you confess breathlessly.

“You sound better.”

“Thanks to you.”

“Didn’t do much.”

“Oh shut up,” you scowl before laughing.

Turning off the toy for a momentary reprieve, you allow yourself to catch your breath as you grin up at the ceiling.

“Always so goddamn modest.”

“You’re one to talk,” he scoffs, shifting on the other end of the line. “Can’t take a damn compliment to save your life.”

You make a face like he can see you in the dark, but you decide to continue the conversation.

That’s a new thing the two of you have picked up — talking.

Lots of talking.

You get off, sure, but he knows your work drama, your chore schedule — your mailmen even have the same first name, funnily enough.

“I’m serious, though,” you exhale. “Do you ever like… get off? Without toys, obviously.”

“During a call?” he clarifies, and you nod. He answers like he can see it. “No, not — not typically.”

“Wow, so you’ve faked an orgasm with me,” you tease with a blissed out snort. “Shame, shame, I know your name.”

“I what?”

“Faked it,” you clarify, fluffing your pillows behind your head as you situate yourself on your bed. “As if I don’t hear you breathing all heavy and shit over there.”

Then something unusual happens.

The man grows quiet on the other side.

Nothing shuffles.

No huffs or ‘tchs’.

Just… silence.

“Levi?” you ask, brows knit.

A beat passes, but he answers.

“Yeah?”

“Are you good over there?”

“I— yeah, fine,” he clears his throat.

Uh-oh.

You frown immediately, blinking twice. “Sorry, was that a weird question?”

“Not at all,” he clarifies, gruff this time, “just… I said not typically, not never.”

…oh.

Oh.

Suddenly you abandon the rabbit and sit up in bed, eyes as wide as saucers.

“Wait.”

“Scarlet.”

“No, did you actually—”

“I already said too much.”

“No, wait, you can’t just imply that you’ve gotten off with me then abandon ship here, Levi!”

“I’m not abandoning ship — why do you say such weird shit sometimes?”

“How many times?!” you yelp.

“I’m not answering that.”

“Holy shit,” you exhale, “I’m so mad I didn’t pay attention.”

It’s like you can hear Levi squinting, narrowing his eyes with uncertainty on the other end of the phone. “...why would you be mad?”

“Because maybe I want to hear you get off, too?” you suggest simply.

Another agonizing breath of silence.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you place your phone on your sheets and pick up the vibrator, contemplating your next move.

“Because I would totally love to just… I don’t know, make you moan, too? See what you taste like? Feel you lose control, pull my hair, hold my head down while I wrap my lips around—”

“Baby.”

Two syllables shoot out of his mouth, as if overwhelmed with shock.

Huh.

An Uno reverse in your favor.

You’re no Shakespeare, but what you say is as honest as words can possibly be.

“I picture you all the time,” you confess softly, pressing the rabbit vibrator’s first function.

A low rumble begins, and you guide it between your legs.

You’re already soaked from your session.

There will be little give to the toy.

“When we’re not on the phone together, I wonder what it would be like. I could be at work. I could be at a coffee shop. Like, holy shit, I was meeting with a friend today and all I could think of is how badly I’d love to just take you to it — maybe disappear in the back hall, find a bathroom? I’d bend over a sink. I don’t wear skirts all the time, but I’d wear one for you.”

You hear shifting on the other end of the line, but Levi is deathly silent.

Mindlessly, your hand takes hold of the vibrator and you press against your entrance.

With a tiny whimper, you push in, deliciously enveloped in a sea of vibrations.

“You wouldn’t need to wear a skirt.”

Suddenly his voice appears, and you accidentally push the vibrator further in, causing a strangled moan to exit your mouth.

“Le—”

“Pants are just as easy,” Levi cuts you off, a thread of a whisper. “Couldn’t take that much effort. Wouldn’t give a shit if anyone saw your damn clothes at your ankles.”

Suddenly the room burns.

“I just know you’d fill me up so good,” you whine, and there’s a sharp hiss on the other end.

“Jesus Christ.”

There.

You hear it: the waver in his voice.

“Yeah, baby,” he concedes. “I’d fill you so fucking good.”

You whimper, a pathetic little noise at the base of your throat, and he exhales a large breath — as if he’s been holding back this entire time.

“Promise?”

“When have I ever led you astray?” he challenges, a bit more strained now.

It’s the hottest thing you've ever heard.

“I wanna make you feel so good,” you breathe, ragged and wrecked, and there’s a small groan on the other end of the line.

“You already do, baby.”

“Not how I want to,” you argue in return, body pulsating with the growing need to release a second. “You’re so good at making me cum, but all I want is to take it how you want me — bend me over and fill me up, push me to my knees and stick my tongue out—”

“Fuck,” he curses sharply. “You’re so good for me. So, so fucking good, not fuckin’ fair.”

“Wanna cum with you.”

He groans, louder this time, and inhales the most deliciously jagged breath you’ve ever heard.

“Right there, baby,” he forces out. “C’mon. Give me one more. Just one more.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

You purposefully bite your tongue when you come a second time, squeezing your eyes shut with all of your senses focused solely on your ears.

A grunt, as if he’s holding back just the same before exhaling, slow and languid.

In your mind’s eye, you see it: how he uses his teeth to hold up his t-shirt, painting his abdomen with streaks of white as he holds himself back from climaxing too loud. His whole body trembles. He squeezes the tip, milking himself for all he’s worth.

Pulling the vibrator from your body, you turn it off and toss it elsewhere on your bed. Your body curls around your phone, trying to stay quiet so you can listen.

Shaky.

Exhausted.

Not typically, not never.

You say nothing, can’t, but a small giggle of euphoria emits from your throat.

Surprisingly, Levi chuckles back with that drugged slowness that comes with exhaustion.

“You’re too damn giddy after two orgasms,” he chastises, which only makes you laugh harder.

“Uh-huh, Huff ‘n Puff,” you tease right back, and he tsk’s right against the phone.

And in your heart, you know—

Know you’re in deep shit.

Know that you like Levi, even if it’s impossible to like a stranger.

Maybe when you get this month’s credit card bill, you’ll sober up from your crush.

But not right now.

Just not right now.

— —

The next morning, you’re up bright and early.

Skip the elevator to the apartment lobby.

Walk down the stairs to kickstart your adrenaline.

Skip the coffee at the local shop.

Choose a small cup of chai instead.

By the time you make it to the gym, you’re more ready than you ever have been in your life to take on the day.

— —

Forty-five minutes later, your sweat even has sweat.

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, the endorphins from a tough workout only make you feel that more excited to get your shit together. To be more mindful of your time.

(Totally not because your last call with Levi was unreal. Nope.)

Overall, you went from hating your life to — well, this.

Whatever this is.

Owning your self agency and worth after a pitiful breakup?

Unfortunately joining this gym had been Porco’s idea — he’s a treadmill hamster, and you got swindled by the sea of abs under his tank tops.

A ‘couples activity’, whatever that meant.

(Being sweaty and tired without an orgasm to finish it off never did feel rewarding.)

After the breakup you considered trying to get out of your 6-month contract, but Porco dipped first.

He joined Pieck’s crossfit endeavor somewhere else in the city, leaving you and this dingy little gym to commiserate together.

Now?

Now, you excitedly get ready in the morning to the gym — not to get thin or look a certain way to appease anyone else. A revenge body is bonafide stupid.

No — you don’t want to be anything but stronger.

Because Levi would probably think it was hot if you were stronger.

Maybe the next time you call, he’ll be impressed that you’ve taken to strength training.

Maybe he’ll give you some pointers — one more topic of conversation to be had.

Setting down the free weights back on the rack after a thorough cleaning of the equipment, you step out of the way of the other regulars gearing up for their workout and head towards the locker rooms to shower.

In the small pocket of your leggings, you hear your phone vibrate.

Digging your hand in to fish it out, you see a familiar name on your lock screen.

[A. LEONHART]: Yo [A. LEONHART]: We’re all going out Tuesday for drinks – u in?

All.

All means the department.

All might mean Porco and Pieck.

Annie must sense your apprehension, before adding:

[A. LEONHART]: Porky probs not going, Pieck’s got a family thing

Well, that’s two positives.

[ME]: I’ll think about it. [A. LEONHART]: Think about it????

[A. LEONHART]: 🍅🍅🍅

Her and her fucking tomatoes.

You snort and begin to write back—

But not before accidentally slamming chest to chest into a stranger.

The phone flies out of your hand like a bar of wet soap.

Like a Scooby Doo short, it alley-oops to the sky then smashes down against the black-speckled rubber gym floor.

Before you can even react, the person you’d bumped into is bending to crouch on the floor.

“Shit. My fault.”

Every cell in your body freezes.

Time ceases to exist.

They scoop your phone into their hand, flipping it over checking for damage.

Luckily, the screen is intact.

No fall damage.

But that isn’t why you’re frozen.

As they rise to full stance, your eyes are still downcast.

From their sneakers your eyes crawl up, up, up — noticing the basketball shorts that cut just above the knee with compression under armor peeking beneath.

On his torso is an emerald green tank top, clinging to his flexing abs, the fabric speckled with sweat.

His collarbones are defined; chin just as sharp as his cheekbones.

Then you meet his eyes.

A blue-ish gray.

The man standing before you runs on the shorter side — under average height for a man.

His ebony hair dangles and sticks to his sweat-slicked forehead, the ends pointed and shaggy.

It takes a moment until you realize you’ve seen that hair before.

While you’ve taken to walking on the treadmill for your warm-up these last several weeks, he’s typically nestled in the strength training corner of the gym alone.

Every morning that you’re here, he is also here diligently working on his physique.

He’s always in some squat position or lying on a bench, so you never paid attention to his face—

He’s fucking gorgeous.

“Looks like it’s fine,” he says casually, and your stomach falls out of your ass.

Baritone.

Smooth like honey, low like a rumble.

There’s no way.

There is absolutely no way it’s—

“Here.”

The man holds your phone out for you, brows knitting curiously.

You can’t speak.

Hell, you can barely breathe.

He shakes his hand to wake you from your shock.

“Take it.”

You know that voice like the back of your hand.

Wordlessly, you reach a shaky hand towards the phone to take it back.

You part your lips to speak, but no words exit.

All you can do is grasp your phone and pull it to your chest as you catch the scent of his deodorant with a mixture of musk when he passes by, none the wiser.

By the time you turn to say something, anything—

Levi from Scout Services Hotline dips into the men’s locker room.

Author's Note:

...oops.

Thank you for reading part three of P4! I continue to be blown away by the response. Because of your encouragement, I wrote one of the fastest updates I've made in ages. How are we feeling now? Let me know in the comments!

Thank you for likes, and even more love to those who choose to reblog this to help spread the word of this series or reply in the comments. ilu xo

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stardustandash · 27 days ago

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After doing this spoiler-free 50 questions about Rook, I kept thinking about all the other aspects of everyone's Rooks that would be fun to know about.

Here's 50 questions about Rook, with some mild spoilers in the questions, with endgame spoilers in the last 10:

What is Rook's first impression of Solas? Does it change after seeing his regrets?

2. What does Rook think of the Lighthouse?

3. Does Rook join Bellara and Lucanis on cooking rotations?

4. Did they save Minrathous or Treviso from the dragons? Why that city?

5. Which faction outside their own does Rook get along with the best?

6. Which area of the map is Rook's favourite to visit?

7. Did Rook ever encounter the Blight before the events of the game?

8. Does Rook like the room that Harding and Neve assigned to them? Or are they jealous of one of the companions' spaces?

9. Does Rook ever initiate activities with the companions? What kind?

10. What chore around the Lighthouse would Rook do without being asked?

11. What decor for the Lighthouse did Rook choose? Why?

12. Does Rook join book club?

13. Which companion did Rook romance? What was the moment they fell in love?

14. Which of the companions outside of their love interest is Rook closest to?

15. Which companion quest hit Rook the hardest?

16. Does Rook actively eavesdrop the Lighthouse banter, or is it something they hear in passing?

17. What is Rook's opinion on abominations, and specifically Spite?

18. Does Rook only wear armour from their faction or do they branch out with their appearances?

19. What does Rook think of living in the Fade?

20. Which god do they believe is the bigger threat?

21. What does Rook think of Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain?

22. Did Rook know any Dalish beliefs or lore before the game began?

23. What is their opinion on the death of the Titans?

24. Does the event that sent them away from their faction haunt Rook?

25. How did they end up travelling with Varric after meeting him?

26. What is their relationship like with Varric and Harding pre-game?

27. Does Rook like being in charge of their team?

28. Does Rook compare themself to the HoF, Hawke, or the Inquisitor?

29. What are Rook's first impressions of the Inquisitor?

30. Does Rook take their coffee black, cream and sugar, or drink tea instead?

31. What quest did Rook find the most disturbing?

32. Did Rook spare the mayor of D'Meta's Crossing?

33. Does Rook encourage their companions to stick to their dreams/traditions, or branch out into something new?

34. What's Rook's reaction to Solas using blood magic to bind them together?

35. Does Rook heed Solas' advice?

36. Does Rook think that witnessing Solas' regrets and going through his things in the Lighthouse is invasive, or is it collecting information on the enemy?

37. What does Rook always request on the shopping list?

38. Did Rook pick their spot at the head of the table?

39. Will Rook go into the pantry for snacks/ingredients while Lucanis is in there?

40. What does Rook think of Emmrich keeping Johanna's skull in his room and communicating with it? Do they join in on bullying her?

41. Where is Rook's favourite spot in the Lighthouse?

42. Who did Rook choose to lead the distraction group on Tearstone? Do they regret their choice?

43. How does Rook decide who to bring with them on quests?

44. Does Rook confide in anyone about their own problems?

45. Did Rook see the twist with Varric coming or were they blindsided?

46. What was Rook's reaction to learning they were gone for weeks?

47. What is Rook's mental state going into the final set of events in Minrathous?

48. Does Rook hold a funeral for their fallen companions & Varric after the game?

49. Does Rook feel guilty about how they got Solas to stabilize the Veil?

50. What does Rook do post-game?

+1 Does Rook carry any kind of trinket or talisman?

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quinton-reviews · 11 months ago

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Hi Quinton!! I have been a HUGE fan of your stuff since a friend sent me the Tobuscus Fallen Titans (I used to watch him back in high school and was like "huh, wonder what happened to him after those allegations") and I gotta say, it is REALLY FUNNY every time my fiancé and I watch the iCarly videos again, because when you cover Gibby's stunt double breaking his ribs, you cut to a clip of The Official Podcast. I used to play D&D with one of the main dudes from the podcast, so when he talks during that clip I do a goddamn double take literally every time.

Anyways, I remember an original Patreon stretch goal being a Fallen Titans on Homestuck! I was really big into Homestuck in my early 20s, and was wondering if that's still on the table at some point? If not that's fine, I understand plans change! I just love Fallen Titans lol, the Fred episode and the Neil Cicierega unFallen Titans are some of my favorite videos of yours!

That's a real funny story!

So here's the rundown on the Homestuck video. When I first started making long videos, they were actually inspired by the relationship I had with other YouTubers at the time. I used to watch, like, H3H3 and Filthy Frank, etc; and I'd always see people obsessed with the versions of creators from the past. Like, "Oh 2015 H3 was the best" and "Oh 2012 Frank was peak." So I had this idea that it would be crazy if H3 posted, like, a video he spent a decade on and you got a new video with 2015 H3 10 years on. (I don't watch H3 anymore ironically)

So the original idea for the "long video" format was that it would be cool if, throughout a long, analysis/review/recap video, you kept noticing someone get older. Maybe my months, maybe by years. That's why I always like to get a haircut when I start one of these videos. If you scrub through and you see my hair get longer and messier as it goes on I think that adds something magical you can't fake.

So... My pitch to the Homestuck video was that it would be funny to work on it just once per year. To record one segment, say "That's it for 12 months", and then come back around to it. And when I was making the iCarly and Victorious videos I actually recorded a few minutes of the video! I think it was two segments in total. But then I had a bunch of personal stuff happen and my work drive has been much lower, so any "back burner" video hasn't gotten much attention since then.

Now that the iCarly mini-series is done with, I want to focus on some short one-off videos I can make before April. But once that's done with, I would REALLY love to start work on a few more long-term projects which will take months or years to finish. I think returning to work on the Homestuck video, to at least get the first 20-30 minutes done, would be a great idea this summer.

Now, if you want to know my pitch for that video, here it is. The video is not a recap of the creative history of the franchise. I do not get into drama, community hell, lawsuits, or other YouTubers. My idea is this: you always hear about Homestuck as an outsider but you never hear about the actual content. Most franchises on Earth I know something about, even and especially if I've never been interested in them. I can tell you a bunch of facts about wrestling and MLP and the Fast and the Furious simply through cultural osmosis and having friends who are into those things.

I can't tell you the plot of Homestuck, who the characters are, what the themes are, nothing. I've known a lot of people who were into Homestuck but nothing about the series!

So I thought it would thus be funny to make a video about a bunch of people who know nothing about the series starting from the beginning and giving their reactions, even if it's been years since it all started. I call this part of the video the "Homestuck Book Club." So the next step is me picking out the members (who all have to have no history with it) and making sort of a podcast setup. We'd then read and record every six months or so, IDK.

This is why the video has been stuck in production hell! Everyone who wants to work on it and messages me about it already knows the franchise. I don't want spoilers, I don't want people writing for the video who get it already. I want to capture the "what the fuck is this" energy of three dudes just getting in the middle of it.

Also, I think that I really like the theme of the video capturing our lives as they go by, capturing us aging and changing. If you came back from the future and told me this video comes out in five years, I'd say great. If you told me it comes out in ten years, I'd say awesome. Until then, the latest edit will always be on Patreon, even if you have to dig a little.

#homestuck #quinton reviews #long videos

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magics-neptunes-things · 1 year ago

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Winter cold

Hi guys!

I got two request for something with Laia Codina after the one with Laia Aleixandri, so there you go :) I hope you'll like it!

Resume : Your girlfriend is trying to survive the coldness of your hometown.

TW : None ♥

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"How is it so cold? How are people still having their ten fingers?"

Your laugh when you hear your girlfriend wines. Despite her multiple layers of clothes, she doesn't seem to be able to cope with the cold winter of your native Scotland. You took advantage of the winter break to take her to the village where you grew up, in Kirkwall. After a trip with a stopover, you went to your village, where your parents still live.

Unlike you who joined the south of the country for a few years, when you signed a contract for Arsenal. This is also where you met Laia, when she arrived in the best London club. The love at first sight was immediate and so strong that neither of you could hide it from your teammates. Nor the fans, always on the lookout for everything on social networks.

"Come here, you grumpy little gremlins"

Laia makes a horrible grimace but sticks to you despite everything, letting you pass your arms around her waist. You let her melt to you, looking for a form of warm. You have been walking in the village for an hour. Christmas is finished so there are no more the small wooden huts of the Christmas market, but the place remains in your opinion very beautiful.

"How about a hot chocolate?"

You end up offering this to your girlfriend, to relieve the cold that seems to have taken hold of Laia’s entire body. She looks at you with stars in her eyes, making you laugh softly again.

"Madre mia, yes please."

Without hesitation, you grab her hand to train her with you towards the nearest establishment to you. You know very well the people who take care of it and it's a pleasure to see them again. When you arrive at the establishment, you are warmly greeted. After officially introducing Laia and exchanging a few phrases, you find yourself sitting at one of the tables. Laia smiled as she saw a picture of you and the tenants, a signed jersey in your hands. The shirt is also framed and displayed on the wall.

Two hot chocolates with Chantilly and marshmallow supplements were quickly dropped in front of you, and you thank the waitress with a big smile. Taking your spoon in your hand, you put your attention back on Laia.

"You should take off your jacket, you’ll be even colder when you go out"

Groaning, Laia nevertheless obeyed and installed her coat on the back of her chair before wrapping her hands around the welcome heat of the cup.

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"She's trying to kill me."

After your drinks, you left the café to resume your little journey. But as the night begins to fall, the cold becomes increasingly intense.

Her phone on and facing the camera for the instagram video she is filming, Laia complains once again of cold. She turned the camera in your direction while pronouncing her sentence and you joyfully greet the camera with a wave of hand and a smile. Wrapped between a beanie and a big woolen scarf, you can only see your girlfriend’s nose and eyes.

"Don’t listen to her, she’s a real drama queen. It’s only -3°"

"I'm Spanish, I'm not programmed to survive such temperatures" objected Laia.

You laugh and catch up to her, passing your arms around her waist and then put your lips on her cheek. Her wide smile is perfectly visible despite her scarf and Laia stops the video at this precise moment to turn around and kiss you properly.

Realizing that even her lips are cold, you look thoughtfully.

"I think we’ll be back before you can apply for the role of the Iceberg in Titanic."

"What a sense of humor. You should have done stand-up, not becoming a football player."

Laia snort and you grab her by the arm to bring her back to the apartment that you continue to rent for your return here, dragging her in the right direction. Maybe the brunette would have been able to go home on her own, but you turned so much in all the streets that it's also possible that her sense of direction is disturbed.

"I’ll need a lot of hugs to warm up, get ready"

You laugh softly and shake your head.

"That’s not gonna bother me."

"And a good hot bath. And a good hot meal."

You laugh again, sticking yourself against her to put several kisses on her cheek, ending with a last one on her lips. Seeing her smile still makes you happy. You know perfectly well that despite her complaints, she is happy to be here. Her meeting with your family went well and you made sure she felt comfortable among them.

"Whatever you want, my love"

#woso x reader #woso imagine #laia codina #laia codina x reader #laia codina imagine

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graphicpolicy · 10 months ago

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Table Titans Club is a fun graphic novel for younger readers about finding friends

Table Titans Club is a fun graphic novel for younger readers about finding friends #comics #comicbooks #ncbd #graphicnovel

Valeria Winters has an easier time finding trouble than making friends. A fantasy-obsessed nerd with the legendary confidence–and temper–of a Valkyrie, Val promises her mom that things will be different at her new school. “No more fighting!” As if by fate, she meets the Table Titans right away–Alan, Andrew, and Darius, who run the school’s tabletop gaming club. Finally, Val has found her own…

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#featured #graphic novel #graphic novels #holiday house publishing #scott kurtz #table titans club #video

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writingplotbunnies · 5 months ago

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Best Served Cold (Part 10/?)

Pairing: Jax Teller x OFC

Summary: Sophie gets some info on Stahl, which has an intense impact on the Club.

Word Count: ~2800

Warnings: angst, illegal activity, possessive behavior, sexual content, canon typical violence

Hands cupped around the mug in her hands, Sophie blew air across the coffee as she studied the man sitting across from her. He had young features, but something in his eyes told her that he’d seen a bit more than he ever wanted to. Finding information on Agent Stahl had been surprisingly easy. Tracking down her former partner had been even easier.

“Agent Smith?”

His lips twitched up into a ghost of a smile. “I know. It sounds fake.”

Sophie took a sip of her coffee, eyes closing as the caffeine hit her system. They made it just right. Enough sugar to cover the bitter flavor of coffee, and some cream to smooth the texture. Olivia used to tease her about her coffee, kept telling her one day she’d have to drink it like an adult. Yet, her sister had been the first to buy her the special, seasonal creamers - find new flavors to add to lattes.

“Tell me about your former partner. It usually takes a bit more to get reassigned as quickly as you managed.”

“No small talk?”

Sophie raised a brow. “Did you want to talk about the weather?”

“Not particularly.”

“Then, no. No small talk.”

He sighed, and Sophie wanted to feel for him. She did, but when someone on your team was dirty, it made everyone stink. Plus, she just really didn’t like the bitch.

“You’re going to tell me whatever it is you know about your former BFF Stahl.”

Agent Smith met her gaze, jaw tight. “I’ve got nothing to say.”

Sophie took another sip of the coffee before setting it down on the table. She flagged down a waitress, who came over to the booth with a bright smile on her face.

“Hi,” Sophie greeted. “I’d just love an order of pancakes with so much syrup my friend here and I could swim in it.”

The waitress laughed and nodded her head. “And for you?”

Sophie looked at Agent Smith expectantly. He glowered at her.

“Nothing for me.”

“You sure?” Sophie asked. “Best diner in the city.”

“I’m sure.”

Sophie looked up at the waitress, and shrugged her shoulders. “I guess he’s not hungry. Thanks.”

The girl nodded before heading to the kitchen to drop off their order. He wouldn’t have taken the meeting if he didn’t plan on telling her anything, but it seemed as though the good agent wanted to make her work for it.

“You left Charming. Stahl stayed. Tell me why. The case is still open. She wants to take SAMCRO down for everything including the sinking of the Titanic. Case that size could be career-making - we both know that’s what Stahl is hoping for, so why bail?”

“You seem to already know.”

“Course I do, but that doesn’t make what I know evidence. And that, my friend, is what I need.”

“They’re criminals.”

“So is she. At least the Sons are honest about it.”

Smith cursed under his breath as he broke eye contact with Sophie. She smiled. They both knew she was right, no matter how unsavory Mr. Smith found it.

“I looked into you before agreeing to this meeting.”

“I’d be surprised if you hadn’t.”

Smith nodded but didn’t say anything. Before either could respond, the waitress brought Sophie’s pancakes. As promised, there was indeed enough syrup to create a small swimming pool. Licking her lips, she picked up her fork and tore into them as though she were starving. They melted on her tongue, the buttery flavor of the perfectly fluffy pancake mixing with the decadent sugary syrup collided on her tongue in delicious harmony.

Pushing her plate towards Agent Smith she offered him a bite, which he refused.

“They’re not good people,” he said as she bit down on another piece of her food. “The Sons. I heard the way the town spoke about them. A mix of Santa Claus and the Godfather, but they do bad things. All of them have been to jail.”

“So have I,” Sophie added around a mouthful of pancake.

“They weren’t in for a misdemeanor.”

Sophie grinned and pointed at Agent Smith with her fork. “I see you did your research on me. Good for you.”

“Sergeant Cooper,” Agent Smith said, leaning in closer to her, tone placating.

Sophie wanted to shake him. Her contact had assured her that this idiot was a good agent, that he didn’t agree with Stahl’s approach to cases. Given his speedy departure from Charming, she’d been inclined to believe, but sitting across from him now, she just wondered if he had any balls. He had to know what she would do with the information, what fate awaited Stahl. If he for a single second believed she’d keep the boys from seeing bloody vengeance, well, he was dumber than he looked. Woman had it coming for the shit she pulled with Donna and Opie.

“I’m retired, so don’t think leaning into my better nature or judgment or whatever it is you were about to do would help. That bitch put my family in danger. Nearly got an innocent woman killed because she couldn’t do her job with a shred of decency.”

For the longest time, Smith didn’t say anything. Sophie continued to eat her breakfast, resisting the urge to lick the plate clean. She could wait him out. Eventually, he pulled an envelope from the inside of his jacket. Placing it on the table between them, he held his hand over it, fingers tapping a bit restlessly. Sophie didn’t move.

“This could make things worse, you know.”

Sophie nodded. Anything was possible. He slid the envelope closer to her, and Sophie took it in her hands. Meeting his gaze, she waited to see if he was going to say something or leave. He just sat there, meeting her eyes.

She pulled the papers from the envelope, half expecting one to say say “fuck you” in crayon. But, Agent Smith seemed to be a straight shooter. It held the information she needed. Bank records showing federal money being deposited into Opie’s accounts - Stahl’s sign off on the transfer. Another sheet detailed the series of events that led to Donna being shot - the detail being pulled - everything she needed.

“Thank you.”

Agent Smith shook his head. “Not sure you should be thanking me for that. Still not sure I should have given you that. But, I think I’ll sleep better tonight.”

“She’s bad news. I think you got out just in time, Agent Smith. Good luck.”

He raised his mug in mock salute as Sophie slid from the booth, envelope in her hand. Sliding on her sunglasses, Sophie felt a bit lighter as she left the diner. Obviously, this packet of information wasn’t going to magically fix everything. Clay broke trust with his Club, and he’d be called to account for it - Tig, too. Plus, there was still no guarantee that this would all just smooth over with time and a demotion. Based on what Jax had told her, going after a patched member like Clay ordered Tig to do with Opie couldn’t be done without a full vote.

Happy sat on his bike, arms crossed and resting on the handlebars.

“You still babysitting me?”

“You good?”

Sophie smiled as she stopped in front of him. “Yeah, got what I needed and he didn’t put up a fight.”

Happy nodded.

She knew if she stood in the lot, they’d never leave. Either by Jax’s order, or his own initiative, Happy had become her new shadow. Her backup. As much fun as it would be the dally just to see irritation flash in his eyes, she knew time wasn’t on their side. Even if Happy being here with her meant they hadn’t started Church yet, things were too volatile to screw around.

“Let’s go. Can’t have you late.”

Happy gave her another nod as she slid into the front seat of her Challenger. Happy followed her back to TM, and gave her another nod before parking his bike. Seeing the slight confusion on Jax’s face as he approached her car, Sophie answered her own question. Happy had sent himself. One day the boys would realize she could take care of herself, but she also not so secretly enjoying having backup.

“Hey babe,” Jax greeted, arms resting along her window seal.

Sophie leaned towards him, face upturned for a kiss. Jax obliged, smile on his lips as they met hers. When he stood back, he opened the door. She followed him into the clubhouse where most of the guys were milling around. Clay and Tig were noticeably absent from the group. At least that would give her and Jax a bit more time to come up with a plan. They all offered her a warm greeting, Chibs even giving her a kiss on the cheek. She wondered how the dynamic would change when they all learned the truth - when they learned about her involvement with it. After all, she was new. And it was always easier to shoot the messenger.

“Stahl set the whole thing up. Donna getting hurt is on her,” Sophie said as soon as Jax locked the door behind them.

“Shit.”

“Any idea how you’re going to handle it?”

Jax shook his head. He sat down heavily on the bed, raked his hands through his hair. “None of this is gonna be clean or easy. I’ve got Piney on my ass about it because he and I both know it was Clay, but I’ve been at Clay about other Club stuff, too so the boys are looking at us both. Now I’m gonna bring this to the table?

Sophie knelt down in front of Jax. She took his hands in hers, met his gaze when his eyes locked onto hers.

“Those baby blues of yours are dangerous, Teller.”

He huffed out a laugh.

“Real talk though. Do you think Clay wanted to kill Opie? To hurt Donna?”

Jax jerked as though he’d been shot. “What? Of course not.”

“Then that’s how you approach this. It was a shitty situation caused by the bitch from ATF. Clay acted in what he thought was the best interest of the Club - he made a bad call. You’re bringing this to the guys because you care about what’s best for the Club. You and Clay can’t keep going at each other in these little passive-aggressive ways - that’ll kill you before ATF or Zobelle get the chance. So, man up and do what needs to be done to protect your Club.”

“I have no idea how the vote would go. I can’t go in there like that.”

Sophie nodded. “I don’t know the guys as well as you, so I don’t know exactly how you should navigate this, but you’ve been in this life forever. You know the guys better than you think you do. I can distract Clay if you need time to get your shit together, but Jax - this can’t go on. Zobelle will come at you, and if you’re too busy fighting each other, he won’t even have to work at it to destroy you all. Fix it.”

Jax nodded. He brought their hands to his lips, kissed the back of her fingers. “I hate what brought you to Charming, but I’m glad you came.”

Sophie smiled at him. “Me, too.”

As he stood from the bed, he pulled Sophie to her feet and into his body. She wrapped her arms around him, and tucked her nose up against his neck, breathing in the scent of leather and cigarettes. Jax pressed kisses to her head before pulling back and meeting her gaze. For a moment, her heart stopped beating because she thought she recognized the look in his eyes, and she wasn't ready for it. Couldn’t admit to herself that it might be love, that it already probably was. Too much. Too fast.

“Waiting won’t make it any easier.”

Jax sighed. “I’d rather stay here and kiss you.”

“Charmer.”

When they walked back into the main clubhouse, Sophie saw Clay and Tig sitting at the bar. She tugged on Jax’s sleeve and nodded her head towards where they sat with their backs to her. Jax pressed a final kiss to the side of her head before walking over to where Chibs, Bobby, and Opie were playing pool. With a heavy heart, Sophie walked over to the bar, plastered a bright smile on her face, and slung her arms around their shoulders.

“How are my two favorite bikers?” Sophie asked.

“Aw,” Tig said, eyes full of mischief. “Finally decided to trade up, sweetheart?”

Sophie laughed as she pressed a kiss to Tig’s cheek. “Never gonna happen, but that doesn't mean I don’t still love you.”

Clay looked at them both with an indulgent fondness, and Sophie felt her heart squeeze for him. Even the best case outcome would be hard for Clay. The man was proud, and she just knew that stepping down - or, more likely, being forced to step down would diminish him. Like any leader at the end of their term - some allowed the closing of a chapter to happen with better grace than others. Knowing he’d lost the trust of his Club would hit Clay hard - a single mistake, or as far as Sophie knew the mistake he got caught in, and he’d be forced out.

“How’s Gemma?” Sophie asked.

Clay shook his head. “Says she’s fine.”

Sophie laughed. “So she lies to you, too?”

“Yeah,” Clay said as he took a drink from the beer bottle in his hand. “I thought she’d be more honest with you.”

“That woman isn’t going to admit that she’s in pain. Stubborn sort.”

“She asked me about you. Said you hadn’t been by the house.”

Sophie moved around the bar and poured herself a drink. “I’ll go over later. I know she wants to have a family dinner. I think she wants me to learn how to cook. I keep telling her that it’s a terrible idea, but maybe she just wants me to blow up the kitchen so you have to buy her a new one.”

Clay laughed. “That would be an idea she’d come up with. That woman wants to see me broke.”

“Don’t worry, Clay,” Sophie teased as she took another sip of her drink. “I’m not gonna let her domesticate me like that. Can’t have Jax getting the idea that I’m gonna be some Donna Reed homemaker for him.”

“That’ll make Gem happy. She’ll have you two to keep fussin’ after.”

Sophie grinned. “I aim to please.”

“Good, it’ll keep her - ”

The doors slamming open cut off whatever Clay was going to say next.

“You son of a bitch!”

Opie pulled Tig from the bar stool and landed a sucker punch to his face before Sophie could round the bar.

“What the hell is going on?” Clay roared as he stood from the stool.

Sophie looked on as Tig just let Opie beat him.

“What did you do?” Opie screamed.

“Why was she driving the truck, Ope?”

Hearing the pain in Tigs voice, she wanted to stop it, wanted to intervene, but she knew they both needed this. Tig needed to feel as though he’d been sufficiently punished and Opie had his own demons to work out.

What she didn’t expect was Piney to punch Clay square in the jaw, both men swearing as they cradled their respective wounds.

Before things could completely devolve into chaos, Jax wrapped himself around Opie, hauling him off Tig, who just laid on the ground, blood and tears covering his face. Chibs and Bobby worked at separating Piney and Clay who both continued to glare at each other.

“Enough!” Jax’s voice echoed through the room. “Everyone in the Chapel.”

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#jax teller x oc #sons of anarchy fanfic #sons of anarchy fanfiction #jackson teller x oc #jax teller #jackson teller #sons of anarchy

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orange-demons-deactivated2024 · 6 months ago

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The VAs behind Avatar's voice

I was playing World Tour and for some reason I never really put too much thought into my Avatar's voice, and who the ENG VA was.

And it got me thinking about the other Avatar's voices that made an appearance, and who they were. Surprisingly, I have heard the Eng VAs in different medias before.

Hopefully, this can help people hear what their OCs sound like, instead of hearing bits and pieces from the game.

1. Voice 1 Age (Juvinelle) Tone (High) - Zach Aguilar

They voice Tanjiro Kamado (Demon Slayer), Arthur Pendragon (Seven Deadly Sins), David (CyberPunk: Edgerunners), Genos (One Punch Man), Colt (Hunter x Hunter), Koichi (JJBA Diamond is Unbreakable), Expresso Cookie (Last Cookie Standing) etc.

2. Voice 2 Age (Young) Tone (High) - Xanthe Huynh

They voice Alluka Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter), Marianne von Edmund (Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes), Nadja Liones (The Seven Deadly Sins: Dragon's Judgement), Ui Hirasawa (K-ON!!), Sachi (Sword Art Online), Meiko "Menma" Honma (Anohana) etc.

3. Voice 3 Age (Young) Tone (Normal) - KIMO Leopoldo

Made a separate post for KIMO here.

4. Voice 4 Age (Young) Tone (High) - Kimberly Woods

They voice Hinaki Ubuyashiki and Naho Takada (Demon Slayer), Marisa (Eiyuden Chronicle: Hundred Heroes), Shard (X-Men '97), Little Sister Machine and No. 4 (Nier: Automata Ver1.1a), Hassan of the Serenity (Fate/Grand Order The Movie Divine Realm of the Round Table) etc.

5. Voice 5 Age (Young) Tone (Deep) - J. Michael Tatum

They voice Kyoya Otori (Ouran High School Host Club), Scar (Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood), France (Hetalia), Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler), Nagi Kengamine/Owl (Deadman Wonderland), Tomoe (Kamisama Kiss), Erwin Smith (Attack on Titan) etc.

I definitely recommend checking him out, he voices a lot of characters I didn't even know were the same person.

6. Voice 6 Age (Young) Tone (Normal) - Amber Lee Connors

They voice B. Jenet (Fatal Fury), Rye Cookie (Last Cookie Standing), Sachiko Juraku (Kakeguri Twin), Kurumi Saijo (Wonder Edd Priority), Pieck Finger/Cart Titan (Attack on Titan), Mei Mei and Nagi Yoshino (Jujutsu Kaisen), Furina (Genshin Impact), Miki Kawai (A Silent Voice) etc.

7. Voice 7 Age (Young) Tone (Deep) - John Patneaude

They voice Quatre Salision (The Legend of Heroes: Trails through Daybreak), Renault (Unicorn Overlord), Rei (Pokemon Masters), and Arlott (Mobile Legends: Bang Bang).

8. Voice 8 Age (Young) Tone (Normal) - Dawn M. Bennett

They voice Juvia Loxar (Fairy Tail), Sister Lily (Black Clover), Frieda Reiss (Attack on Titan), Setsuna Tokage / Lizardy (My Hero Academia), Yukong (Honkai: Star Rail), Charlotte Smoothie, Poppy, Olive, Kairen, Elmy (One Piece) etc.

9. Voice 9 Age (Young) Tone (High) - Alejandro Saab

They voice Kaigaku (Demon Slayer), Leon (Pokemon Journey), Cyno (Genshin Impact), Izumi Miyamura (Horimiya), Yukio Kasamatsu (Kuroko's Basket), Macaque (Monkie Kid), Terunori Kuga (Food Wars!), Haru Kohno, Masamichi, Gozo Murobuchi (Kengan Ashura) etc.

10. Voice 10 Age (Young) Tone (High) - Ryan Bartley

I use this one! :0

They voice Komugi (Hunter x Hunter), Tsubomi Takane (Mob Psycho 100), Pompompurin (Hello Kitty and Friends Supercute Adventures), Ram (Re:Zero), Rei Ayanami (Neon Genesis Evangelion) and so much more.

11. Voice 11 Age (Mature) Tone (Deep) - Jordan Reynolds

They Voice Siegfried (Granblue Fantasy), Ludociel (Seven Deadly Sins), Tiziano and Carne (JJBA: Golden Wind), Ingo (Pokemon Masters), Jin Wong (Astral Chain) etc.

12. Voice 12 Age (Mature) Tone (Normal) - Larissa Gallagher

They voice Lagoona Blue (Monster High), Bluebird (Steven Universe: Future), Lola Michisato (Komi Can't Communicate), Fine (Vampire in the Garden), Miss Pastel, Koala Princess, Demon Queenie, Sara (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes) etc.

13. Voice 13 Age (Mature) Tone (Deep) - Jason Marnocha

They voice Kirin Jodo (Mob Psycho 100), Demon King (Seven Deadly Sins), Olaf and Haldor (Vinland Saga), Katana man (Chainsaw Man). Charlotte Oven (0ne Piece), Keicho Nijimura (JJBA: Diamond is Unbreakable) etc.

14. Voice 14 Age (Mature) Tone (Deep) - PJ Mattson

They voice Baiken (Guilty Gear Strive). Herta (Honkai: Star Raill), Catwoman / Selina Kyle (Mortal Kombat vs DC), Cheer Bear (Care Bears), Locksley Longhair and Ferns (Barbie: Dreamtopia), etc.

15. Voice 15 Age (Mature) Tone (Deep) - Doug Stone

They voice Hugh Islands and Grandfather Bernadotte (Hellsing Ultimate), Psycho Mantis (Metal Gear Solid), Lin (Ghost in the Shell), Dr. Kuseno (One Punch Man) Adolf and Foss (Berserk), Gorm (Vinland Saga) Gilbert Pronislav and Duke Aegir (Fire Emblem) etc.

16. Voice 16 Age (Mature) Tone (Normal) - Ellyn Stern

They voice Masaki Kurosaki (Bleach), Okumoto (Belle), Haraway (Ghost in the Shell), Veronica Vera (Shadow Hearts: Covenant), Tomiko (Hajime no Ippo), Okami (Skip Beat!) Agatha (Pokemon Generations) etc.

#street fighter #street fighter 6 #sf x reader #sf6 x reader #street fighter x reader #sf6 #sf #street fighter oc #street fighter avatar #street fighter 6 avatar #street fighter 6 x reader #street fighter 6 oc

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