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rpgsandbox · 1 month ago

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The 10 Most Anticipated TTRPGs For 2025!

EN World’s annual vote on the most anticipated titles of the coming year, and yes, some games have appeared on this list in previous years.

10) Starfinder 2E (Paizo Publishing) The Starfinder Playtest Rulebook brings Starfinder into a new age of compatibility, as Starfinder switches to using the same rules engine that powers the popular Second Edition of the Pathfinder Roleplaying Game. Inside this playtest for the new edition, you’ll find six new classes, 10 ancestries, new skills, new feats, futuristic equipment including augmentations and upgrades, new science-fantasy spells, and more!

9) Alien - Evolved Edition (Free League) Expanded and updated core rules and a new cinematic scenario for the award-winning RPG from Free League and 20th Century Studios. Based upon feedback from thousands of players over five years of adventures, the Evolved Edition of the Core Rulebook delivers an updated and streamlined version of the ALIEN RPG fans know and love, along with additional new artwork, new content, and a variety of new tools for players and Game Mothers alike, all fully compatible with previous releases and game material.

8) 13th Age 2nd Edition (Pelgrane Press) A New Edition of the Award-Winning Heroic Fantasy Game! The coolest and most fun parts of traditional d20-rolling fantasy gaming plus story-focused rules, now with updated class and kin powers, fearsome new abilities for your favorite monsters, and revamped icon connection mechanics!

13th Age 2E has been in this chart three years running! In both 2023 and 2024 it came 3rd in the poll!

7) Coriolis: The Great Dark (Free League) Free League's original sci-fi RPG returns. Join expeditions to faraway stars and delve deep into ancient ruins.

6) Dolmenwood (Necrotic Gnome) Dolmenwood is a fantasy adventure game set in a lavishly detailed world inspired by the fairy tales and eerie folklore of the British Isles. Like traditional fairy tales, Dolmenwood blends the dark and whimsical, the wondrous and weird.

This is Dolmenwood's second appearance in this chart, coming in at #5 last year!

5) Terry Pratchett's Discworld: Adventures in Ankh-Morpork (Modiphius) Adventures in Ankh-Morpork, the Discworld tabletop roleplaying game, catapults you onto the streets of the Big Wahoonie, and once you've dusted yourself off you can adventure to your heart's content. With imagination and some shiny math rocks at your fingertips, your story on the Disc awaits. Based on the popular Discworld fantasy series by Sir Terry Pratchett, Adventures in Ankh-Morpork is an officially licensed tabletop roleplaying game set in its most recognisable city, complete with Sir Terry's iconic wit, humour, and humanistic satire.

4) Draw Steel (MCDM) A Fantasy RPG where your character starts, at level 1, already a hero. Maybe even locally famous! You might meet in a tavern, or start in the middle of the action! Whether you’re a group of local heroes sent to investigate mysterious goings-on in the nearby haunted wood, or famous mercenaries plotting and scheming in the big city, the MCDM RPG makes building adventures and fighting monsters fun. Basically, any adventure or story you’re running in your current Fantasy RPG, you can do that in this game. Just, in a more straightforward and fun way, unburdened by sacred cows from the 1970s.

3) Daggerheart (Darrington Press) Daggerheart is a fantasy tabletop roleplaying game of brave heroics and vibrant worlds that are built together with your gaming group. Create a shared story with your adventuring party, and shape your world through rich, long-term campaign play.

2) Brandon Sanderson's Cosmere (Brotherwise Games) The Cosmere® RPG is a "living" RPG that will grow as Brandon Sanderson writes new novels and expands his universe. This original system is designed to tell standalone stories in the Stormlight™ or Mistborn® Settings -- or sweeping Worldhopper™ campaigns that move between different worlds and realms!

1) Legend in the Mist (Son of Oak) A rustic fantasy tabletop RPG based on the acclaimed City of Mist. Spin a fireside tale of unlikely villagers setting out on a quest into a greater unknown world, rife with peril and mystery, in the vein of The Lord of the Rings, The Wheel of Time, Princess Mononoke, and many other classic fantasy stories, or create your own legendary realms with the game’s open-ended system.

#RPG #Starfinder #Alien #13th Age #Coriolis #Dolmenwood #Discworld #Draw Steel #Daggerheart #Cosmere #Legend in the Mist

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rafesfuckdoll · 8 months ago

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Destined To Be Pt.1

summary: Two best friends Leilani and Katie that bring Y/N and Rafe to earth. The destined duo. inspired from my moodboard!!!

warnings: none!! this is just a introduction into the two moms life before we get into y/n and rafe.

word count: 1.4k (this will be a 4 part fic so it'll get longer sorry yall!!)

Part 1: Beginnings

The summer of 1981 in Outer Banks, with its rolling hills and whispering beaches, was painted in vibrant shades of green and gold. Leilani L/N, with her unruly mane of black curls that seemed to catch the sunlight just right, lived in a cozy house with a sprawling backyard. Right next to it was the house of the Camerons, where Katie Cameron, a girl with freckles speckling her cheeks like a galaxy, spent her days.

Their friendship blossomed from a genuine and innocent place, as two young kindergartners bonded over their shared interests in chasing butterflies and confiding in each other. Beneath the warmth of the afternoon light, they sat under the shade of a venerable oak tree in Leilani's backyard, their little legs hanging over the frayed picnic blanket.

"Katie, you know what I just thought of?" Leilani mused, her eyes glinting with mischief, indicating a mischievous idea forming in her mind.

"What?" Katie responded enthusiastically, her chestnut-colored pigtails bouncing playfully as she eagerly shifted her gaze towards her companion, filled with curiosity and interest.

"We should build a secret clubhouse right here," Leilani declared with all the authority a five-year-old could muster.

Katie's eyes expanded in surprise. "Yes! We'll have a password that no one else knows but us!"

Their adventures became limitless from that moment onwards. Using discarded cardboard boxes and old bedsheets, they built a secret hideout where they stored treasures such as acorns and shiny rocks. At night, they shared their hopes and ambitions—Leilani's dream was to become a mural artist decorating city walls, while Katie's goal was to become a well-known veterinarian who could communicate with animals.

With the passage of time, the strength of their bond intensified and developed. Throughout the challenges of elementary school crushes and middle school drama, they stuck together, their friendship serving as a stable force during the tumultuous years of adolescence. Leilani's bedroom walls were transformed into a gallery of their memories, adorned with pictures of them in DIY Halloween costumes and flashing bright smiles on the annual first day of school.

"You'll always hold a special place in my heart, Leilani," Katie whispered one evening while they were having a sleepover, the light from a flashlight casting a warm glow on their faces.

"For eternity," Leilani responded seriously, solidifying their agreement with a pinky swear.

Changes came with high school, yet their friendship stayed constant. Leilani became a member of the art club, spending her afternoons covered in paint splatters, while Katie thrived in science and math, securing a place on the academic decathlon team. Even with their varied interests, they were always by each other's side, discussing everything from crushes to future college endeavors and beyond.

"Lani, do you think we'll still be friends when we're old?" Katie asked one day, lying on the grass and staring up at the clouds.

"Of course," Leilani replied without hesitation. "We'll be those cool old ladies who still get into adventures."

High school passed in a blur of exams, dances, and late-night study sessions. Leilani developed a love for art that translated into vivid paintings, each one telling a story of her life and friendships. Katie, with her sharp mind, excelled in her studies and dreamt of opening her own veterinary clinic one day. Despite their different paths, they were always there for each other, providing support and encouragement.

After graduation, life took them to different colleges. Leilani attended an art school in New York City, where she immersed herself in the vibrant culture and honed her skills. Katie went to a prestigious university in California, where she studied veterinary medicine with dedication. They kept in touch through letters and phone calls, sharing their experiences and dreams.

"New York is incredible, Katie! The art scene here is like nothing I've ever seen," Leilani wrote in one of her letters.

"And California is beautiful, Lei. I'm learning so much about animals and how to care for them. I can't wait for you to visit," Katie replied in her letters.

Even though they were miles apart, their bond remained unbroken. They visited each other during holidays and vacations, exploring each other's worlds and deepening their friendship. Leilani took Katie to art galleries and introduced her to the bustling city life, while Katie showed Leilani the serene beaches and animal shelters she volunteered at.

Years flew by in a blur of laughter and shared secrets. Eventually, Leilani developed feelings for Theodore, a tender spirit who played melodies on his guitar that resonated with her soul. In Ward, Katie found someone who matched her boldness, a fearless businessman who shared her adventurous spirit.

Amidst the joyous clinking of glasses in honor of each other's forthcoming weddings and the elegant twirls on the dance floor under the shimmering canopy of stars above, Leilani and Katie both had a deep-seated understanding that their paths were about to diverge in a significant way. Savoring lemonade, they lounged on Leilani's porch on a pleasant summer night, listening to the crickets chirping in unison.

"Katie, I've been considering something," Leilani said excitedly.

Katie's raised eyebrow revealed her curiosity, her blue eyes searching for answers. "About what, Lei?"

"I've been contemplating starting a family," Leilani admitted, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of her glass. "And I was thinking... what if we did it together?"

Katie's face lit up with a smile that reached her eyes. "You mean... we plan to have babies at the same time?"

Leilani nodded with excitement. "Imagine, Katie. Our kids could grow up just like us—best friends from the very beginning."

The concept began to grow, developing into detailed plans brimming with optimism and excitement. They imagined their children running through the same backyard where their own adventures began, sharing secrets under the same oak tree that had witnessed their childhood dreams.

After graduation, both Leilani and Katie moved back to the Outer Banks, fulfilling a promise they had made to each other years ago. They bought houses next door to each other, just like their parents had done. Their bond deepened more and more with every passing year, keeping them as close as ever.

Katie, now Dr. Cameron, opened her own veterinary clinic, fulfilling her childhood dream. Leilani, an accomplished mural artist, brought color and life to the city streets with her vibrant paintings. Their lives were busy, but they always made time for each other, their friendship a constant source of joy and support.

It was in the spring of 1999 when their dream was fulfilled. Leilani, with joy in her heart, introduced a beautiful baby girl named Y/N to the world, and just a few days later, Katie welcomed her son, Rafe, with open arms. Together, side by side, they found themselves in the hospital room, each cradling their precious newborns in their arms, their faces adorned with tears of happiness, trickling down slowly, like a gentle, steady stream.

"Katie, it's unbelievable," Leilani murmured, her eyes fixed on her daughter.

"We made it happen," Katie said, her voice filled with emotion. "Our kids are here."

Leilani glanced at her dearest friend, their relationship now spanning to the next generation. "Here's to the future, Katie. For Rafe and Paris."

Katie smiled, nodding. "For Rafe and Paris."

Their children would grow up together, sharing the same unbreakable bond that had defined their mothers' lives. The adventure was just beginning.

Leilani and Katie spent the next few weeks adjusting to motherhood, often calling each other for advice and support. They took their babies on walks through the familiar streets of the Outer Banks, pointing out the places where their own childhood memories were made.

As Y/N and Rafe grew, their mothers' dream of them becoming best friends started to take shape. The two children played together in the very backyard where Leilani and Katie had built their secret clubhouse all those years ago. They chased butterflies, built forts, and whispered secrets under the same oak tree, their laughter echoing the joyous sounds of their mothers' past.

"Look at them, Katie," Leilani said one afternoon, watching their children play. "It's like seeing us all over again."

Katie nodded, tears of happiness welling in her eyes. "We've come full circle, Lei."

Their lives, intertwined from the very beginning, had created a legacy of friendship and love that would continue for generations. As they watched Y/N and Rafe grow, Leilani and Katie knew that their bond would never fade, and their children would carry forward the spirit of their enduring friendship.

The adventure was far from over. For Leilani, Katie, Y/N, and Rafe, it had only just begun.

#fem reader #black reader #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x yn #rafe imagine #rafe fanfiction #rafe obx #rafe x black reader #drew starkey #friends to lovers

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haveyouheardthisband · 1 year ago

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obscure bands and where to listen to them, part 2

Follow-up to [this post].

Here I'll go over five artists whose polls got an extremely low amount of "yes" votes, plug where you can listen to them, etc.

If you're a fan of one of these artists and I got anything wrong or you have anything to add, please send an ask!

Long post ahead.

PALMSY

Genres: Indie Pop, Jangle Pop, Bedroom Pop 10 out of 2,375 voters have listened to them. (0.4%)

Self-described as such: "Bedroom songs from the Netherlands. Feel-good sunny energy, jangly indie pop and the breezy energy of pop-punk." Their website (in Dutch) says they're influenced by artists such as Bombay Bicycle Club, Darwin Deez, Little Comets, and The Wombats. Released one EP in 2017 and seems to have been inactive since, but two members went on to form the band Banji.

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Clay J Gladstone

Genres: Pop Punk, Punk Rock 12 out of 2,495 voters have listened to them. (0.5%)

Australian. "Emo punk outfit Clay J Gladstone was formed in 2020, comprised of current and former members of powerhouses Resist the Thought, Caulfield, and Buried in Verona." Released one album and some singles in 2021-2022, but they're still active and playing shows! Apparently one of their guitarists got his equipment stolen recently but they were able to fundraise enough money to replace it so yay :)

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Radiation 4

Genres: Avant-Garde Metal, Mathcore 10 out of 2,314 voters have listened to them. (0.4%)

Los Angeles-based experimental metal band that dressed in lab coats and glasses for their live performances. Their MySpace listed their influences as "Sleepytime Gorilla Museum, Tom Waits, Mr Bungle, Botch..the list goes on." (IMO, the vocals especially are VERY Mike Patton-ish.) Released an EP in 2001 and an album in 2003, then went on hiatus in 2007 (though the vocalist uploaded some of their stuff to Bandcamp in 2022-2023?) Here's a fairly recent interview with the vocalist.

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Bandcamp Here are unofficial YouTube uploads of Radiation 4 (2001 EP) and Wonderland (2003 album), which aren't on the Bandcamp, or anywhere else that I can find. ...Also, I finally found a copy of the album art for Wonderland that isn't JPEG'd into oblivion.

LightGuides

Genres: Pop Rock, Indie Rock, Math Rock 4 out of 2,158 voters have listened to them. (0.2%)

Self-proclaimed "Glaswegian pop-punk samba legends" (they aren't really samba though...) previously known as We Hung Your Leader. According to their old website, their influences included Jimmy Eat World, Alexisonfire, Brand New, and The Get Up Kids. Released two "mini-albums" between 2010 and 2011, and ceased posting on social media around 2017. Here's an interview (from shortly before the release of their second album) if you want to know more!

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Tribraco

Genres: Jazz-Rock, Avant-Prog, Progressive Rock 12 out of 2,534 voters have listened to them. (0.5%)

Italian instrumental jazz-rock band, formed in Rome in 2004 initially as a trio but then grew to a quartet. Their MySpace listed such influences as John Zorn, Frank Zappa, Igor Stravinsky, and Fred Frith. Released two albums, one in 2008 and one in 2010. (...there's not much else I could find about them!)

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#talk #long post #Youtube

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cr-ok · 6 months ago

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contains some spoilers for the ARG

Bill Ci. My Brainrot Guy.

Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill List Overview & Entry Syntax

a little disorganized

yell at me if I’m missing codes or if something is wrongly categorized

do not worry about spaces/some punctuation marks (",", ".", "-", "+", "&", "@", parenthesis, quotation marks, and slashes)

i. e. "THEYLLSEE"/"THEYLL SEE"/"THEY'LL SEE" all work & have the same output

site does not accept entries with "?"

all characters are capitalized automatically

Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill You All are Wonderful People

Busy_Abroad370 CranberrySoft8335 DCode Dog_core fishy--friend FRAMER_FRAMER Hacker88774770 Global-Pepper-5823 marzinstarz moonwytte mothford ohnoimonfire RiotingSpectre themoonweaversden themysteryofgravityfalls thisisnotawebsitedotcom-com wolsalwastaken

Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill Where to Click

book button below the screen dagger dial below the screen “McGucket Labs” above the screen gold tooth on skeleton jar link below the prism

Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill Relevant to The Book of Bill

BOYFRIEND/LONELY/LOVE/MARRY ME/ROMANCE/SOULMATE/TRUE LOVE CRYPTOGRAM CODEX DESTRUCTION IS A FORM OF CREATION SCARY/SPOOKS/SPOOKY/SPOOKEMUPS T. J. ECKLEBURG

Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill Bill, Past & Present

BABY/BABY BILL/DADDY/LALALA/LALALALALA/MOMMY DIVORCE/BREAKUP/ROCK BOTTOM EUCLID/SCALENE/SCRIMBLES EUCLYDIA FAMILY MATTERS FORGET THE PAST IRREGULAR JUST FIT IN RUBBER HOSE

it ends, eventually

SEVEN EYES TANTRUM THERAPRISM VALLIS CINERIS WELL WELL WELL BEING

three outputs

Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill Stanford, Past & Present

AD ASTRA PER ASPERA DOES GOD EXIST/FACE OF GOD/FRILLIAM/GOD/HELP ME/IS GOD REAL/IS RELIGION REAL/REVEAL GOD/REVEAL GOD TO ME/SAVE ME/SHOW ME GOD/WHAT DOES GOD LOOK LIKE/WHAT IS GOD/WHO IS GOD EVEN HIS LIES ARE LIES I’M STILL ON YOUR MIND/ON YOUR MIND OROBOROUS SORRY

Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill Riddles

answers in book

RIDDLE

NO/YES

MOUNTAIN DON'T

LYRE LIAR

HAROLD'S RAMBLINGS

UNION MADE

29121239168518

GREBLEY HEMBERDRECK

A RAT/RAT

3466554

TINSEL SNAKE

TORTURE MENTALLY

XGQRTHX

333 SUNDAPPLE LANE, COZY CREEK, IL, 60714-94611

CAESAR, ATBASH, & VIGENERE/MULTILEVEL MARK

EMMALINE BUTTERNUBBINS/BUTTERNUBBINS

DISPENSE MY ANSWER

Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill Zodiac

DIPPER

enter five times

FORD/SIXER/STANFORD/STANFORD PINES GIDEON

two outputs

GRUNKLE STAN/STAN/STANLEY/STANLEY PINES/STAN PINES

enter eight times

MASON MABEL - enter thirteen times FIDDLEFORD/FIDDLEFORD HADRON MCGUCKET/FIDDLEFORD MCGUCKET/MCGUCKET PACIFICA PLATINUM PAZ ROBBIE SOOS WENDY

Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill Bill Addressing the User

BAAAA/SAY BAAAA BLACK SHEEP BOO BERRY DESTRUCTION IS A FORM OF CREATION NAITSUAF

use the button and the knob

UNREALITY

Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill Canon to Universe

ALGEBRA/GEOMETRY/GREECE/GREEK/SHAPE/SHAPES/MATH/PLATO/PYTHAGORUS/TRIGONOMETRY BABBA/DISCO GIRL BLENDIN/BLENDIN BLENJAMIN BLANDIN/BLENDIN BLANDIN BLIND EYE CLONE/PAPER JAM/PAPER JAM DIPPER/TYRONE DUCKTECTIVE FORDTRAMARINE HECTORING HOTXOLOTL JUST BLENDIN KINGS OF NEW JERSEY KOOK KUBRICK L IS REAL 2401 LOVE YA BRO PINES PORTAL REALITY R34LITY SEVERAL TIMES/SEV'RAL TIMES SUCK IT, MERLIN

use Cipher Font B

WEIRDMAGEDDON YOU'RE INSANE

Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill Directly from "Gravity Falls"

AM I BLANCHIN' BYE GOLD DEER TEETH FILBRICK

Stans's father's name

FIXINIT1 DUCHESS APPROVES/THE DUCHESS APPROVES HOLOGRAM REALITY UNIVERSE/THE UNIVERSE

Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill Unsure of the Canonicity

ANALOG HORROR/CREEPYPASTA/HORROR/URBAN LEGEND/URBAN LEGENDS BURNED INSIDE BURNSIDE CARD/MY CARD

two outputs

CURSED CURSE WITTEBANE HEY NERD LIES OCCURREMUSITERUM OWL TROWEL PAPER IS BOOKSKIN SHAVE YOUR GRANDMA

Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill Ciphertology

CIPHERTOLOGY

two outputs

DIONARAP GOODNIGHT SALLY STOD EHT TCENNOC TOURIST TRAP WHICH RELIGION IS RIGHT YOU CAN'T KILL AN IDEA

Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill Easter Eggs

ALEX/ALEX HIRSCH/ALEXANDER ROBERT HIRSCH/HIRSCH ANSWER ASSHOLE/BITCH/CUM/CUNT/DICK/FUCK/FUCK YOU/GANG BANG/GLORY HOLE/JIZZ/MILF/PUSSY/SEX/SHIT/TITS/SLUT/TED CRUZ/WHORE BOOK OF BILL/THE BOOK OF BILL CHIP/DORITO/NACHO

jumpscare warning

CRYPTO/DOGE/ELON/FORTNITE/GYATT/NFT/RIZZ/SKIBIDI DEATH DISNEY/DISNEYLAND/EPCOT/MICKEY/MICKEY MOUSE/WALT DISNEY EASTER EGG FUCK YOU ALEX/FUCK ALEX HIRSCH GUN/THE GUN HISTORY

four outputs

HOW DO I DIE? HOW WILL I DIE? I SEE/THEY’LL SEE/THEY’LL ALL SEE IS HELL REAL? IS THERE AN AFTERLIFE/WHAT HAPPENS AFTER I DIE/WHAT HAPPENS AFTER WE DIE/WHAT HAPPENS AFTER YOU DIE/WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE DIE/WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DIE LIFE MEOW/MEOW WOW MONSTER MORALITY NOT A PHASE NOTHING PEAK PINATA OH YES THEY BOTH ONE-EYED KING QUESTION SCREEN SCIENTOLOGY SEASON 3 SEASON 2 SEASON 1 SKELETON SOMETHING TELL ME HOW I'LL DIE TITANS BLOOD TRIANGLE

two outputs.

I'm convinced one is a typo

VIRUS WHO ARE YOU

Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill Reference to the Show

ABUELITA AXOLOTL BILL/BILL CIPHER/CIPHER/LLIB/LLIB REHPIC/REHPIC

three outputs

BLANCHIN/BLANCHING CARYN

Stans's mother's name

CIA/FBI/NSA CRAY CRAY CRAZ/XYLER DIPPY FRESH GIFFANY

enter this six times

GLASS SHARD BEACH GLOBNAR GRAVITY FALLS JOURNAL 1 JOURNAL 2 JOURNAL 3 MYSTERY MYSTERY SHACK TAD STRANGE TOBY DETERMINED WADDLES

Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill Cameos

CONSPIRACY GAME THEORY/HELP ME MATPAT/HELP US MATPAT/MATPAT/THAT’S JUST A/THEORY WEIRD

Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill Does Not Work; I'm in Shambles

ASS BILL IS SANS BLIND IVAN DRAKE FIDDLEFORD H. MCGUCKET/HADRON FINGERS IN HIS ASS HENCHMAINIACS LEBAM LIGMA LUCIFER MERMANDO OVERLOOK/OVERLOOK HOTEL PLEASE SATAN SEXYMAN SEVRAL TIMEZ SIGMA THEY WILL ALL SEE TOOT TOOT MCBUMBERSNAZZLE TWINK JULY 4/7-4-1921

Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill ⚠︎ 𓁺 ⚠︎ Bill I Have Been Mislead/Fuck You, Internet

BRAINROT BUBBLE

eye in the jar element ID

CUSSES FOURTRAMARINE

spelling error

GOD BUBBLE MCSUCKIT OK KO REPHIC

spelling error

SMALL STILL ON YOUR MIND

incorrectly-remembered

#bill cipher #book of bill #gravity falls #the book of bill #toxic old man yaoi #old man yaoi #billford #gravity falls bill #the brainrot is real #scalene cipher #euclid cipher #cipher hunt #ciphertology #stanford pines #gravity falls axolotl #tbob #tbob spoilers #gravity falls fandom

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ethicaltreatmentofcowplants · 6 months ago

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sulani: set sometime after this

cw: while i tried to deal with it in a light way (without trivialising the issue), this does allude to consent. nothing happens, everyone’s wishes are respected, and no one is persuaded/pressured to do anything. just in case the subject may understandably be triggering for some though.

(also while I did my best with @akitasimblr's leo harper - or rather my homebrand cc free knock-off - nothing he does is canon unless Ana says it is!)

* * *

"Looking good, Leo. Why, thank you, you handsome devil. Have to say, Ms. “I’ve done more mucking out than messing around” was not the contestant I was expecting this call from. But we all saw her in that bikini. I would hardly refuse."

It was at this moment, Araminta knew that she had fucked up.

(Oooh, he is going to hate me. And completely ruin my chances with Dodo, if not my entire reputation simply out of spite. I know his type too well. Still, Minty. An explanation is owed - and an apology. You come from two long lines of royalty, so you must have a spine somewhere. Find it.)

"I have to say, this was an unexpected surprise, but not an unwelcome one. Can I get you anything? There’s a chardonnay chilling that will knock your socks off. And a few other things too, but we can take our time with that."

"..."

"Uh, Minty? I assume we’re on pet name terms, or we’re about to be. If it’s the chardonnay, I can have something else brought up."

"... .... ...."

"Listen, between you and me, when you get us five star celebrities between the sheets? We’re just Some Guy. Well, some of us anyway. I have it on good authority that Thorne Bailey for example is the worst woohoo. Like not even one star. So don’t be nervous! Assuming that you’re nervous because it’s me."

(cue Leo's own math lady meme moment)

"Orrrr are you nervous because you’ve changed your mind - and you don’t know how to tell me?"

(looks up at him hopefully)

"Well, I’m taking anything other than shoving me onto the bed as a resounding ‘no, I’m not into this anymore.’ Why don’t I check on that chardonnay, and you take a moment? If I end up having the entire bottle to myself, that’s okay."

"See? It was fine. You are fine. Pull yourself together, Araminta."

* * *

"I… didn’t mean to text you. Your profile pictures look exactly the same."

"Funny how that works. So, you thought that you were texting my brother? And in spite of having at your fingertips the hottest commodity in the entire Simsverse - ie. my own personal private number - you decided that you’d rather attempt a night of passion with that doofus instead?"

"Well... yes?"

(leaves unsaid that there wasn't even a decision to be made. also - ahem. dodo is not a doofus, thank you.)

"But Watcher, everyone knows that I’m the sexy twin!"

(tactful silence)

"I am so terribly sorry, Leo. And quite frankly, mortified. I’d tear up my contract right now if I could."

"Contracts don’t work like that, Princess. Trust me. Don’t sweat it. It’s nothing to leave the challenge over. I can’t promise that I won’t laugh at you later or bring it up on the show at some point, but apart from you being a boring do-gooder, we’re cool. Deep breaths."

"I did, er, bring some wine myself. It’s an aged Chestnut Ridge red from our cellar, and I had thought that Dodo-"

"Totally wasted on him. Give me that."

"Thank you, by the way, for being so nice about this."

"Nice? Ha. I thought you lived on some Henford estate, not beneath a rock. But I’m not a creep. If you don’t one hundred percent want to be here, then I don’t want you here. Period. Go downstairs and get a massage or something. It looks like you need it."

"I may do just that."

"Wait - let’s check that you have my brother’s number right. You may have picked the wrong twin, but there’s nothing wrong with your taste in wine. And if you and Dodo don’t work out, then I’m always happy to mentor a promising up-and-comer." (winks)

"I’ll, uh, bear in mind that generous offer."

"No you won’t. You’re just being polite. Now scram. I’d totally smack your arse on your way out, but the Watcher is too cheap for that pack. And if you ever tell anyone other than Dodo that I wasn’t a total dick to you, I’ll spread a rumour that you once drank white wine with red meat or some other shit that would totally ruin your good name within 'polite' society."

"Plum, she really was that surprised at me being cool with her not wanting to sleep with me. The bar for men is so low, it must be in fucking Selvadorada. Here’s to being the sexy twin. And to all my daughters hopefully being lesbians."

"Hey, this is really a nice vintage. Nice girl too, unfortunately. But I could have fixed her, Watcher..."

#mad about dodo #araminta hearst-irsay #context: araminta texted the wrong twin #and was worried leo would be nasty when she refused #but he was chill #and in his mean traited way actually dropped some truths #the 'even bad guys have standards' trope everyone #anyway i promised you something light and silly ana #i don't think this was it #but i hope you begin to feel better soon #other people's sims #other people's cool stuff #leo harper

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kandisheek · 7 months ago

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Cap-Ironman Rec Week 2024

Early Canon Wednesday: July 24th

Prompt: Bring on all those fanworks set in those heady early days of canon where Steve and Tony have just met and are starting to work together.

Aaaah yes, the good old 2012 tower era. We all remember it fondly. (Well, if you're like me and joined the fandom late, you don't, but - whatever. The point stands.) Here are some of my favorite early canon fics:

-- Bond Has It Covered by sara_holmes

Tony thought they had trouble getting along when they were dealing with a major global crisis. Apparently that had nothing on how they fell apart when they weren't distracted by smashing aliens.

-- All These Things I've Said by Dr_Amuly

When Tony starts talking in a language Steve can't understand--the language of science--Steve figures he'll retaliate with a little foreign language knowledge of his own. Only once he starts speaking French around Tony, Steve finds that sometimes it's easier to say what he really wants to say to Tony in a language he can't understand. Good thing Tony doesn't know French.

-- (First Impressions Are) A Work in Progress by ras_elased

Tony has a point system for the times he can get Steve to be less than perfect.

MORE RECS BELOW THE CUT:

-- Drinking Games by kahn

"Okay, house rules,” Clint said, leaning back against the backrest of the booth they were seated at. “It can't be a random celebrity, or something. It has to be someone you actually know. Someone you'd go to if you suddenly found yourself gay and then had to have sex right away." Steve thinks drinking with the team will be a good bonding session for their newest Avenger, but, as usually happens with his people and alcohol, things go kinda sideways.

-- Some Things Shouldn't Be a Chore by scifigrl47

Steve takes things like personal responsibility and respect seriously. Tony's got people he pays to take care of that kind of thing, and anyway, he's pretty sure that he's going to die of some exotic disease in his workshop, because Dummy's still a little spotty about what is 'clean' enough to put on an open wound. The rest of the Avengers are in this for personal gain, except for Clint, he just enjoys being a dick. And some things shouldn't be a chore.

-- Theory of Mind by seventymilestobabylon

Or, five things Steve didn't let Tony buy him, and one thing he did.

-- This is Not a Drill by sabrecmc

“Can I—can I see him? I mean meet him. Uh…welcome him to the team?” Tony clarified, probably not very well, he knew. “Well…there’s a bit of an issue with that,” Fury said, and Tony figured this was where Fury got to whatever it was that had really forced his hand and made him call Tony in, knowing how much the man detested having to do so. “You see, well. He was suspended in the ice for nearly seventy years,” Fury began. Tony nodded along, because he could do math. “I’m sure he has a lot of adjusting to do—“ Tony started. “Seventy years,” Fury repeated, cutting Tony off and leaning back in his chair and making it rock slightly. “Of no suppressants.” “Oh,” Tony managed to choke out past the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. “Oh.”

-- i stole the keys to this guy by kellifer_fic

Where it was Nick Fury's idea, but he didn't mean it like that.

And two of my own fics:

-- Cozy

Tony seems to have a propensity to hug Steve whenever he's sleep-deprived. Which would be all well and good, if Steve had any idea why Tony chose him of all people to be his personal teddybear.

-- What You Don't Know Can't Hurt You

Steve and Tony are good friends. Very good friends. The kind of friends that go out to eat every other day, cuddle on the couch and are all up in each others' space. They're not dating though. No matter what the team says. Right?

#capimrecweek #early canon wednesday #marvel #stony #stevetony #fanfic recs #ficrec

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rins-batcave · 2 months ago

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answering all them lol

weird asks because i’m bored

if you have a lighter, what color is it? - green

pepsi box blue or cheetos bag orange? - orange

do you like pasta? - yes

how often are you on tumblr? - always

are you only doing this because you’re bored? - sometimes?

what blogs do you mostly interact with? - @chickencentaur, @sotiredimbored, @someones-here-fore-sure, @choucon, @possibly-not-sane + all my moots lol

can you swim? - yep since i ws 2

have you had water today? - like 6000 ml lol

which do you prefer, cotton candy or funnel cake? - cake

have you ever [insert question]? - yes???

bass or drums? - both pls i need em

favorite tv commercial? - idk probhably paper towl

can we be friends? - yes

do you admire the clouds and color of the sky? - yes obvi

what’s the weirdest thing that’s happened to you? - um life?

a netflix series that’s your favorite? - b99

an earliest obsession you remember? - elsa

do you play video games? - yes

zombies or vampires? - vamp

have you listened to [insert musician/band]? - mhm

your first celebrity crush? - idk

do you have a collection of cool rocks? - yes obvi

five words that describe you? - um, id ksorry

what have you learned about yourself? - i dont do emotions well

can you tie a cherry stem with your tongue? - what

do you believe in aliens? - probably

books or films? - both???

an unusual song that’s your favorite? - unusual??? um prob like

the last thing you ate? - ice cream

do you have a favorite [insert question]? - idk

have you gotten bit by a dog? - no

do you write better with a pen or a pencil? - pencil? maybe pen

a song that gets stuck in your head? - um literally everything

when you hear “ peace ” what do you think of? - death

a school subject your good with? - apperently all of them but prob math

how many alarms do you have set? - like 5 on a good day?

do you shop at thrift stores? - want to

what’s the meaning behind your url? - um, im batman

is there wise words you live by? - probably

what’s your favorite [insert question]? - idk

you gotta have a favorite beatles song, what is it? - idk brain off

earphones or a speaker? - ear

what do you remember from your childhood? - not much

do you collect anything? - binder clips, paper clips, rocks, string/ribbon, and a bucnh of other stuff

favorite tea? - specific green tea yuzu blend

a christmas song you secretly like? - um grandma got run over by a reindeer cus its wacky

book stores or record stores? - book

how weird were these questions? - normal?

what scents do you like? - none but prob lavendar

is there [insert question]? - yes?

send me some!

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thenightling · 8 months ago

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What's going on in regard to Neil Gaiman. What we know thus far? Early this morning several online news sources posted stories that Neil Gaiman had been accused of "sexual assault." I put that in quotations because roughly one year ago I saw similar headlines in regard to Danny Elfman, which, when you actually read the articles he was mostly being accused of being creepy and perhaps some sexual harassment, i.e. walking around naked in front two accusers, and telling at least one of them that he liked to watch them sleep. The headlines in regard to Danny Elfman were so distorted that the Internet seemed convinced he had r8ped someone and was even arrested. (He was never arrested). Danny Elfman denied the accusations and things quieted down. Now back to Neil Gaiman. The articles seemed dubious at best. I'm NOT doubting any potential victim. I am doubting the writers of the articles. I noticed very careful wording so that the articles could infer and suggest that Neil Gaiman may have assaulted the women but the only thing actually confirmed in the article was that these two women (in their twenties) had been in a consensual relationship with Neil Gaiman. The intimacy, apparently, was "rough." and "painful." Supposedly Neil even told one of them "You need to be punished." and he used his belt on her. This sounds like badly handled BDSM. Even the cartoon Family Guy will tell you that you need a proper "safe word." Anyway, if you read the articles carefully, at no point do they say the women said the encounter was non-consensual. Just that it hurt. And it was unpleasant. They even go out of their way to say that it was consensual but that part seems buried under the sensationalism and flashy headlines. I understand that the human brain is still developing until age twenty-five. And that makes any relationship with someone under the age of twenty-five (even if legal) questionable and uncomfortable. But based on my math it seems the youngest of the women was twenty-six and she, herself, has said the relationship was consensual.

No, it is NOT a good idea to get sexually involved with your child's nanny (as one of them was). No, it is not a good idea to get involved with anyone under the age of twenty-five if you are older. However, I will NOT condemn anyone over the age of twenty-five in a consenting relationship, no matter the age gap. That is agism. And I will not diminish a woman's agency and infantilize her because "Eww, old men are icky!" Cher is a happy relationship with a man forty-years her Jr. And Michael Sheen's wife is younger than him but she does not feel "groomed" because of the age gap.

Yes, there's an uneven power dynamic but as uncomfortable as that might be, it is also not illegal. And it's kind of unfair. Neil Gaiman is pretty much a rock star among authors right now. Eight TV shows based on his characters in less than ten years is rare for a writer. Who could possibly have an even power dynamic with him? Stephen King? Sorry, he's married. Now we come to later in the day. The Internet has heavily condemned Neil Gaiman as a creep, a groomer, a perv, etc... One of Neil Gaiman's "Victims" attempts to clear the air over on X (formerly Twitter) by stating that her words were taken out of context by a conservative podcast. Conservatives have had it in for Neil Gaiman for his very liberal and vocal political views, including being pro-trans rights. But this wasn't good enough.

“It's Easier to Fool People Than It Is to Convince Them That They Have Been Fooled.” – Mark Twain.

The woman, who is one of the two supposed-accusers, is insisting that her words are being taken out of context, that her relationship with Neil Gaiman was consensual. And she is sorry all of this is happening. Those who wanted to believe Neil Gaiman to be a villain in this story couldn't accept her statements and started to over-analyze her wording, calling out things like the wording "It became consensual" which, I admit, is a very weird choice of words, but I think it was in regard to so many people telling her that at her age (Mid-twenties) she didn't really have agency, and he took advantage of her idolizing him. I think she was trying to tiptoe around those who would go "Oh, honey, it was an uneven power dynamic and your brain wasn't fully developed even if you were legally an adult." But alas it didn't work. So it shifted from "Believe all women" to "Believe all women except if they recant or say their words were twisted out of context." I, myself, was scolded for not "Listening to the victim" so I had to point out to the person that at no point did any of the articles actually quote the supposed victims in regard to what Neil Gaiman supposedly did to them. There are no direct quotes. Things are just implied. So one "victim" is recanting. And I can't tell you how accurate it is but apparently one of the two (possibly the one recanting) is prone to "false memories" because of a psychological condition. Too many people are poopooing this but I have actually known someone formerly very close to me who was the victim of her own false memories. It was because of a personality disorder. Disorders like bipolar disorder, histrionic personality disorder, Dissociation, certain forms of maladaptive day dreaming, and even taking the wrong or mis-prescribed medications (anti-psychotics in someone who doesn't need them can cause an adverse reaction). This is ALL that we know so far. "You wouldn't defend him if he wasn't your favorite author." Actually, he's not. I went through a several year Sandman obsession but I'm also obsessed with Dracula, Faust, Frankenstein's monster (literary version), and most Gothic literature. It cycles. It's hard for me to have a favorite author. It varies based on my mood. Right now it might be the late Ray Bradbury. I defended David Bowie when the Internet condemned him as a ped0phile, even though the supposed victim even tried to tell everyone that they got the story all wrong. It's true she was an underage groupie but she had a list of rockstars she wanted to sleep with and she bragged (and still brags) about tricking Bowie by waiting until he was high and convincing him that she was an adult.

I defended Danny Elfman when headlines spread online that said things like "Second victim of sexual assault accuses Danny Elfman" but when you click the article it was actually sexual harrassement and Danny Elfman, of course, denied it happened. And those accusations quietly died down and were very obviously exaggerated by certain dubious "news" sources. Some people were so quick to want to condemn him that they used his song "Little girls" as proof that Danny Elfman was a pervert even though that song, ironically, was meant to call out and shame sexual abuse in Hollywood. The character who narrates the song is caught in the end. And in the case of Neil Gaiman I will wait and see because right now it looks like the accusations and articles are actually contradicting the own supposed accusers. I don't like this "believe all women except if they say that they're being misquoted" nonsense.

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dre6ming · 1 year ago

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Playing for keeps

Chapter I

Masterlist

Pairing: Austin Butler x Y/n

Plot: Austin is the next in line for the throne, but he can’t be king if he doesn’t have a wife. In your country tradition says that a selection formed of 35 young women must be formed for the prince to find a wife. You are obligated by circumstances to participate against your will. What are the chances that you might be the next queen? None right? Right?

Warning: none

Word count: ~4000

"To heal the soul by the means of the senses and the senses by the means of the soul" or something like that, is what Oscar Wilde said to make me really understand why something so simple as feeling the bristles of my brush stroke the rough surface of the canvas. My lines look a little jagged today, my hand keeps shaking and no matter how many deep breaths I take, the rock sitting on my chest hasn't gotten any lighter.

Thirty five, what a strange and odd number, why so many? Why not more or less? Did they have a mathematician who centuries ago did the math for them and concluded that thirty five was the lucky number to find a wife out? I take a deep breath as the word "wife" bounces off of the walls of my skull. It's not just a wife, it's the future queen.

It's been a little more than 30 years since the last selection, when queen Lori was selected out of the bunch by King David and now the result of their successful selection, their son, prince Austin, is about to have his very own selection. All of the girls in the kingdom between the ages 18-22 were asked to submit an entry into the competition, to hopefully end up being the princess of the kingdom and the future queen.

Emphasis on the word "asked" , we were not obligated to do it, at least not by our government, our parents however? Well the forced me to apply, dragged me down to the office where the applications were collected and made me sign up.

"Y/n it's time, come come sit!!" My mom shouts for me and I put down the paint brush, wiping my hands on a rag, brushing back some hair as I make my way to the very small, very crowded living room. My mom , dad and all my 5 siblings are spread around the tv, watching it like hawks. "Come sit!" Mom pats the spot next to her on the couch and I squeeze between her and my older sister.

I can't help but feel angry at the whole situation, my parents live in a poorer side of the country and the fact that they had 7 kids did not help, I'm right in the middle, being the 4th to be born, my older siblings, are married off to their own households where the also pop baby after baby, that is except for one of my eldest siblings, my sister Hannah, who's the reason why mom put me into the selection in the first place.

To back track a bit and explain, my parents met and got married when they were 20 years old, my brother Josh came a year later, he's now 26 married and expecting child number three, his income already stretched thin. Then came Anna, she's 24 she married in a more stable family, but with baby number two, turning into babies number 2 , 3 and 4, yes that's triplets that she's having, money is low. Mark, 22 now, not married, he's actually, well we don't know, he ran away with a girl from around here, we haven't heard anything in years and since we barely have time to live our own lives and win enough for a living, we've put him aside. My sister Hannah, 22 as well, she's Marks twin, she's supposed to marry, but the guy she chose is from a family of twelve and they have little to no money.

Then there's me, Y/n, 20 being auctioned away in the hopes that the weekly allowance my family will get for my participation would be enough for my sister's wedding and some other things for my youngest siblings. After me my parents had kids 2 more times, Kyle 14 and then the other set of twins, this time identical Tana and Lane, 10 years old.

My mom works as a nurse and my dad is a retired guard from our region. Money is low so we all have to work, but with 2 siblings out of the house and one waiting to marry, we lost working hands. I sell paintings on commission and I also work at the local bakery to try and make some extra money, but it's not enough to support me, mom and my younger siblings. Which is why I was forced by mom to join the selection, the family of the girl competing gets a weekly allowance for as long as she stays in the game, not to mention the chance of actually being queen.

As names are being drawn on tv I can feel everyone in the room tense as the 34th girl gets called out and it's not me, I had 34 chances and I lost them all, now I get one more, but I hope I'll lose again. I don't want to go, I don't want to meet the prince or be his wife, I'm not meant to be queen, I'm just not.

My breath gets caught in my chest as the host, Lucas, puts his hand back in the bowl of names. My ears are ringing as he read the name and I almost faint seeing my picture there. "You got it, hon, good job!" Mom says and all of my present siblings start to chant my name, happy for me. I can barely hear them though, so I get up with tears in my eyes, brushing everyone off, walking out, out of the room, out of the house.

My bare feet, touch the sharp gravel, but I can't give into the pain, all I know is I need to run, run for now, or at least until tomorrow when the people from the palace will be at my door to package me up and send me to their prince. Staring out into the midnight sky, I could see everything I had being ripped apart, I didn't have much, but I had enough. Dropping to the ground and letting the cold grass soak my thin cotton dress, I close my eyes, scared to death about the outcome of what I had just gotten myself into.

The next time I open my eyes, two guards from the royal guard stand in my door and my mom hands me a bag I didn't pack, pushing me out the door. I take one last look back at the people I'm leaving behind and I tell myself I have to at least make it a few weeks, so that my sister could use the money for her wedding, then I'd come back and move to a richer part of the country, where I wouldn't be able to ever see my family. Those are the rules, after you get into the game, when you live you have a higher status and income so they move you and you can no longer interact with your past the way you used to.

Watching my step getting out of the car that took me from the airport to here, I take in the palace, with it's high towers and beautiful architecture. People are outside, forming a pathway for us to walk as they chant different names of other girls who also got selected. I am so out my element here, the dress my mom picked for me was too tight and itchy, the high heel shoes hurt my feet and my hands were sweating too much. "Here it goes!" I say under my breath stepping forward and into the unknown building. The inside even more beautiful than I could describe, high ceilings with crystal chandeliers, gold accents and mahogany furniture, underneath my heels white marble floors.

"Ladies! Welcome, I am Silvia and I'll be you're etiquette advisor and teacher, I'll also be your voice here, anything you need, you ask me and I'll make it happen if it within my powers. You will now be less to yours rooms where you will meet your maids, they will help you with hair, make up and clothes and anything else you might need. Dinner will be served in your rooms tonight and breakfast is at 7 am tomorrow, after breakfast you will each get to talk with the prince and get to know him. I've left some pages on your beds with instructions about tomorrow as well as the schedule of our classes. Good evening going forward!" The tall blonde woman left our sight walking gracefully in her long gown. I wonder if I'll ever be like her? Back so straight, shoulders so strong, hair so put together, make up so natural yet so beautiful, voice so clear, everything about her spoke volumes on everything I was not. I don't know how they expect me to last a day here.

In my room, I stand and wonder how can a place for one person be the size of my home which currently houses 7, now that two of my siblings had moved out. "Lady Y/n!" Two petite women curtesy in front of me, they look like sisters, about the same age as me, but one of them looks a bit older. "Just Y/n" I lick my lips fiddling with my fingers. The older one nods, smiling. "A-and you are?" They seem confused by my question. "Your maids lady!" The other one explains in a sweet voice.

"Yes no, I know, I meant, your names, what are your names?" I ask again hoping I'm not making them uncomfortable. "I'm Jules and she's my older sister Jane, we're very happy and honored to meet you, lady Y/n" I nod, smiling as well, as they start pacing around the room fixing things up. My eyes watch them move, mesmerized by how synchronized they are. "Can you stand and turn around lady Y/n? We have the water running in the tub, so you can take a bath."

I stand and turn so that Jules could undo my dress, then sliding my arms through the silk robe. "Just Y/n please!" I ask again, all these official things making me uncomfortable. "Lady Y/n, if I may-" I open my mouth to correct Jane, but she puts her hand up stopping me. "You are now a lady, his majesty will refer to you as such and you have to keep to these titles, at least until you get to know him better." I nod at her kind advice and follow her into the bathroom, where she helps me step into the tub, taking my robe away and checking the water temperature one last time. "Well relax lady Y/n, when you're ready, call for us and we will get you ready for bed."

Before she leaves me to my own, I dare to ask her one more thing. "Jane, is he nice?" I ask, this being the first time I actually my curiosity about the prince, spiked ever since I was selected. Jane gives me a soft smile, fixing the creases on her apron. "That's for you to decide lady Y/n, but his majesty, prince Austin has always been well liked by the staff." She leaves before I get to asks anything more and I take that as her polite way of saying that's how much she's allowed to say.

The bed here is so much softer than the one at home, the one I uncomfortably share with my twin sisters. The sheets are so soft and silky, it feels like I could turn to fast and fly off the bed. Jules and Jane left shortly after, brushing my hair back and helping me into my silk night gown. Even in this big room, air feels compressed and I want to walk, so I find myself putting on my slippers , taking a moment to look at them, I've never had slippers before. I the dark of the room I make out the location of the door and I turn the knob slowly, trying to make no sound.

I feel a cool breeze brushing my bare legs and I follow it thinking this could be the way to find a door leading outside. Only thing stopping me are the two guards standing in front of it. "Miss are you lost?" One of them asks, making me blush, finally so aware of the fact that I left my room wearing only my thin silky night gown. "N-no, I was wondering how to get to the garden." I say hoping my voice didn't sound too shaky. "No can do miss, you need to get back to your room." The guard tells me, his eyes staring straight ahead. "Please, I, I just need a moment." I beg, taking a step closer and that's when they both move their eyes to look at me, their mean stares making me shiver. "Not allowed, back to your room miss!" The other guard speaks.

Suddenly another set of steps are heard and the guards stand straighter. I don't dare to make a move and look at who it might be. "Your majesty!" They say in unison and the blood freezes in my veins. I've never heard him speak before, his voice sounds so clear, a bit raspy, but still sweet, like warm honey. "Lay her be!"

"Your majesty, we can't-" the guard protests. "I said let her be, open the doors!" They do as he says and I don't wait to walk out, the cold air hitting my warm skin leaving goosebumps. "Stay 5 minutes, then back to your room, if you won't go willingly they have my permission to drag you there." I stop and without turning around I say. "Thank you, your majesty!" My voice sounding like it's under water.

I didn't stay too long after I heard him walk away, running back to my room almost immediately after. Sleep came to me easily after that, but I still felt restless now as Jane brushed my hair into a braid. They put me into a floor length light green dress, with beautiful lace details all around the corset. I looked like a princess this morning when I looked at myself in the mirror and I couldn't believe it and then for just a moment too long I had questioned why I pushed this competition away so vehemently. That last thought however got send back to the depth of my mind and I was now patiently waiting for my turn with the prince, tormented by the wonder of whether he would recognize me from last night or not.

At last my turn comes and I get up from my seat, fixing my dress as I walk with my head down toward the table where he awaits for me. Sitting down, I still keep my eyes on the ground scared to look at him, feeling my heart thudding against my corset concealed chest. "Y/n? Right? Pleased to meat you, I do hope you're feeling better." His voice comes out first, breaking the silence and making me finally look at him. I had seen him on tv, but the screen did him no justice, the blue in his eyes is so electric, the gold in his hair, is so endearing, my fingers itched with the wish to have a feel at it, his pink lips look so soft and warm. Everything about him is inviting and the way he seats in his chair, leaned back with his legs crossed, his chin in his hand, makes him look so young and careless, which he is, being only 22 and a prince.

"Yes, your majesty, I'm quite well, thank you!" I blush deeply, my hands clutching the material of my dress in a stupid attempt to calm my nerves. Austin's eyes move to my hands and back to my face, a concerned look painting on his god like face. "Are you all right? Lady Y/n?" He asks, changing his position in the chair, leaning towards me. "If you're not feeling well, I can have for the doctor to come and see you later Lady Y/n." He says in a whisper. The word doctor makes me immediately let go of my dress and smooth down the creases, breathing deeply. "I am fine your majesty, it's all nerves."

Austin hums and I expect him to go back to his previous sitting position, but he doesn't, he actually leans a bit closer if that were possible. I can now smell his woodsy cologne and a warm fuzzy feeling takes over my body. "You don't need to be nervous, I'm just a boy, just as you are just a girl-".

"But you're not" I find myself rudely interrupting him. "You're going to be king some day and 35 women were randomly chosen to come here and allow you to peruse them. 35 is a strangely small number compared to all the women out there that could be potentially way better for you than any of us."

"Then why come here? Why put your name in the ballot in the first place?" He asks and I can't read if he's been offended by what I said or not. "Your majesty, I apologize!" I look away from him and I can't help but notice that the other girls are all watching us, just like I had watched the previous ones when they were up here. I can only imagine they are analyzing if he likes me better or not.

"Don't apologize, keep talking, I feel you have a point." Austin urges me and I bite my tongue. "Lady Y/n, my situation is unique, but I have no choice, it does not matter if the love of my life is someone outside these walls, I am not allowed to meet them. So please keep talking!" I feel sad for him, it's clear he's thought the same thing as me, what if his one true love is not one of us, but he's obligated to choose one of us either way.

"My favorite book, "Withering highlights" the protagonists were not allowed to love each other but they did and the impossibility of being together killed them, had they not ever met, they would've been able to love someone else and live. I think what I said is quite wrong your majesty, maybe neither of us will be the love of your life, but with time you might find someone among us, that you could learn to love and survive."

Austin opens his mouth to say something, but he doesn't get the chance, since it's announced that our time is up and I must go in order for the next girl to come. I get up breathless and do a very bad curtesy.

The rest of the day I can't help but feel like I'm sitting on egg shells, I knew I had let my stupid mouth speak before I gave to much thought, but something about him made me feel like I could speak my heart. Jane brushes my hair, as Jules arranges things around the room, taking the pillows off the bed and putting in place the last things for me to go to bed.

A knock on my door makes Jane jump as she brushes my hair and Jules goes to open the door. "Your majesty!" I hear Jules say and so I turn to see him, in all his glory, wearing the same dark brown suit from breakfast, only he's discarded the jacket and the tie, a few of the buttons from his shirt being undone and revealing some of his chest, the sleeves are rolled up and this look suits him much better than the previous. Realizing I was just sitting and staring, I quickly get up and curtesy. "Your majesty!"

"How would you like a stroll out in the gardens, Lady Y/n?" Austin's voice is calm and my ears are ringing, so I barely make out what he's saying, but I nod. "Yes, um Jules, my robe please!" I say, remembering I'm just wearing my night gown, which was very inappropriate. "Lady Y/n!" Austin extends his hand and I walk the few steps over to him, putting my significantly smaller arm around his.

He takes the lead and walks us out of my room and to the gardens. My thoughts are racing, I'm not stupid I know he could have every advantage right now to try and make an inappropriate move onto me, but he doesn't seem like that kind of guy, but how does that kind of guy look anyway.

"You're awfully quiet." He says as we walk through the dimly lit gardens. "I was waiting on you your majesty." He stops and turns to look at me. "Why so?" Austin asks blinking. I simply shrug my shoulders.

He sighs and licks his lips, walking further into the gardens without another word. The whole situation is rather spooky and I can't help the anxiety building up inside me. Soon we get to a table, decorated with candles and flowers, steaming cups of tea resting on it. "I thought we might enjoy some hot tea, it's a bit chilly out." He pulls my chair out for me and I sit down hesitant.

"Tell me more about you, your favorite book is "Withering highlights", what else do you like?" It takes me a moment to realize that he is being serious I can't stop the giggle that comes out. Confusion is once again shown on his face, but this time is accompanied by something else, the corner of his mouth slightly pointing up, he's amused too. "You really want to know?"

"Well I must find a wife somehow." The breath gets knocked out of me by his statement, for a split second I had forgotten why I was here, to play in the game of selection.

"I like to bake and knit, I make clothes for my siblings all the time, but by far my favorite thing is painting, there's something so strange about being able to use my own hands to capture a moment I time li you would a picture." He looks at me as I talk and something in his demeanor tells me he's actually interested.

"Picture, I, well I don't paint, but I do enjoy photography." He admits, his eyes glimmering with excitement. "Really? And what do you find best to photograph? Objects, humans or nature?" I ask, Austin blushing slightly. "All, I can't say I'm that good, I don't have enough time to dedicate to the hobby, but I enjoy it."

"I don't believe that you must show me one day, any kind of art is good art. I don't have any of my paintings here, but perhaps if I got the supplies I could paint you something!" I propose, trading the experience of showing off our works of art. "Perhaps one day." Austin says absentmindedly, clearing his throat before getting up. "It's late, I should escort you back to your room!" He says hastily.

I don't bring up how neither of us even touched the tea or what a short time had passed since we got here, the tea still steaming in the cups. Something about him has changed, he's much colder, stiffer if you may. No more words are exchanged between us, except the good night he rapidly wishes me, before walking away.

I'm left confused and with another feeling stuck in my heart, because for a moment there I actually let myself go and I got happy? Maybe, I don't know.

Sleep came to me very difficult and when I woke up this morning I had a headache, I didn't want to see or talk to anyone. As Jules is complaining that I had tangled my hair so bad in my sleep another knock is heard and my heart stopped. Is this hope I'm feeling? Hope that is Austin?

"Lady Y/n, a package for you!" Jane announces.

I get up taking the note from her hand, looking at the huge box that bigger than her. I open the small envelope and the first thing I notice is the very clean and neat handwriting.

<Lady Y/n,

I hope you will forgive me for leaving so hastily as I did last night, but I figured that our encounter wasn't quiet up to etiquette and in fear of damaging you or me, I thought it better continue some other time. Please forgive me and accept this gift, I hope you'll have a painting to show me soon enough

A.B>

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mcrinmyhead · 9 months ago

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INTRODUCTION

Hiya, my name's Dee or you can call me Dead! instead, cuz that's what my name is in Tumblr. I'm sixteen. I'm an Indian, racists better fck off. I like to draw, sing and write songs and poems. I mainly post my art here and I have two side blogs too, which are @mcrinmyheart (idk what I post there :D) and @shesacomplicatedpoet where... Er, you know it. And when I say "art" I usually draw My Chem, Fall Out Boy, Linkin Park, Bring Me The Horizon and a few other bands, but you can always leave a picture in the "Ask me?" box if you really want me to draw something that you like :). Just make sure it isn't something s!utty, cuz my parents like seeing my sketchbook sometimes, haha.

About me...

Name: Dead! / Dee

Age: 16

Pronouns: she/her

Likes: listening to music, art, singing, music bands, food, sleeping (I'm a very eepy person), travelling, reading, etc.

What kind of art do I do? Fanarts mainly.

Dislikes: peanuts (yea I don't like 'em, so if you know me irl and try to feed me peanuts, I'm gonna fcking stab you, you little shit), pedos, homophobic fcks, MSI apologists, basic DNIs, etc.

Am I single? Yes, and that's because I don't want to date anyone. Nvm, I'm taken :]

Music bands/artists I like:

+ twenty one pilots, p!atd, Bring Me The Horizon, Glass Animals, Bad Omens, Sleep Token, etc. I also liked The 1975, The Nbhd, Joji, Driver The Era, Arctic Monkeys and Chase Atlantic before, so I really don't mind if you wanna talk about them too. I'm basically a music addict who has listened to a whole lotta music genres throughout my life. But I'm currently into rock music rn. Yeah, I can't stop talking about music if I start.

My favourites:

Books: Agatha Christie's books, Heartstopper, Five Feet Apart, The Fault in our Stars, Crime/Horror/Mystery books (there are many but I can't remember them), etc.

Movies: anything horror, mystery, crime, sci-fi, Marvel, DC, Star Wars, from the 2000s and 90s, etc. (How do people actually choose a favourite movie??)

Shows: Loki, Heartstopper, Young Royals, Marvel shows, etc. (I literally like all the shows I watch)

Albums: My top 10 rn (June 2024) are like- Three cheers for sweet revenge (my chem), POST HUMAN: NexGen (BMTH), XO (LeATHERMØUTH), The Black Parade (my chem), I brought you my bullets, you brought me your love (my chem), Clancy (Tøp), A Thousand Suns (Linkin Park), Danger Days (my chem), Folie a Deux (FOB), and Pretty. Odd. (P!ATD).

Colours: (Bury me in) Black, Blood Red and Lavender.

Where else can you find me?

At home, in my room 95% of the time. Nah, just kidding.

Links:

Spotify

Discord: mcrinmyhead

Tags I use:

My art: #art

Asks: #asks #asks <3

Scroll down for more facts about me...

Or don't. I really don't care.

Fun facts about me ^^:

I'm a really joyful, chaotic, kind, funny and a sweet person! :D (according to my frens)

Until and unless you get me on my nerves. Trust me, That's when I go insane.

If you know me irl, hi... Uh, I know I don't talk much in person but I'm sorry. That's just who I am. But if you want to be my friend, you can start by texting me lol.

I'm a music addict who likes to annoy people by talking about music bands 24/7.

I have an unhealthy obsession over My Chem.

I'm a huge nerd (according to every person in my class) and I like Math and Science (but I don't really talk about it unless you are someone who is into math and science as much as me).

I'm also a sarcastic and sassy person. So if my words ever offend you, I'm so sorry bbg. Deal with it.

I'm a vampire (I have fangs and I will bite you to suck that blood your body holds, RAHHH).

Other than drawing and singing, my hobbies are fangirling, sleeping, reading books, travelling and sometimes even cooking.

I might be surrounded by many people who I call my "friends," but in the end it's just four people who are actually my friends.

I'm mostly an introvert, but I'm an extrovert when I'm with my friend.

I suck at socializing btw.

Yikes, this list is still going on!

But I like to annoy people at the same time.

Wait, does Tumblr have a word limit on a post?

SHALL I TRY REACHING THE WORD LIMIT???

Ah, yeah, I forgot to mention this but I'm a really curious person. I like trying out or experimenting on stuff. It's fun, okay?

I can be smart and an idiot at the same time B)

I write poems but I don't like showing them to others cuz I feel like they're stupid. Any tips on poetry from the poets of Tumblr?

I love cats. Cats or get tf out.

Am I annoying rn?

Idk.

This was fun.

Alright, that's enough fckery for today. Farewell my little kittens <333

So long and good night!

#artists on tumblr #intro post #hiii :3 #introduction

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muselixer · 10 months ago

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dumb things my friends and I have said: 2024!

part one: january - march apologies ahead of time for length! feel free to change pronouns if need be. warning for foul and dirty language, suggestiveness, and capslock-implied yelling :)

"I think [hometown] dirt would taste better than the dirt here because it contains a level of lead I've grown used to."

"Incorrect. I am not a mother fucker. I have never fucked a mother."

"Your authoritarianism is quite insatiable."

"He absolutely pulls his limbs off for funsies."

"There's a Pope in the road again!"

"Get a tramp stamp that says 'this is no place for a horse'."

"Have you perhaps considered experiencing natural sunlight? No I'm genuinely asking."

"Everybody wants to see Santa's cock and balls!"

"I think calling physical food in front of you "cuisine" is incorrect."

"Hey Google, unshit my jorts."

"DON'T MAKE ME WHIP OUT MY VAGINA HOLE."

"Ayo, what them balls do, king?"

"It goes hard in a hard way."

"THIS DUDE FARPIN' FOR TWENTY DOLLARS."

"I'll be there in Sprite."

"Get all this Jesus outta the way so I can eat my dinner!"

"With my luck, it could be raining titties, and I'd still look up and catch a dick."

"You must be smoking chicken fried dick if you think I give a chicken fried fuck."

"It is ready for gripping at all times. ...That's what she said!"

"I want that fucking twink in a blender."

"Aw hell nah, they used my boy as a plot device!"

"I meant, as to the condition of the Italian."

"Gimme some of that peepee in the mouth."

"Tell her that her son is cringe."

"A scallop is like a brother to me."

"I blame your astigmatism on your brother."

"She got a cooch like Grand Central Station."

"I BET YOUR PICKLES AREN'T EVEN CRISP."

"Yes, I am a little stupid. It's part of my charm."

"There's a specific kind of white boy that I would... you know."

"Man, don't do this to me. I'm gonna get sads in my ramen."

"Wow, okay, orphan. Who killed YOUR dad?"

"Hell yeah, let me power that rock, daddy."

"Keep sniffing me and I'll peg you."

"I'd get MY interior designed, if you know what I'm saying."

"I think I just get possessed by Chad the frat guy."

"He's what the color lime smells like."

"Can't hear you. Too busy barking."

"...I didn't wanna have to be homophobic today."

"Yehowdy, y'all should vote for me, Mayor Weenis."

"One man complained about the viagra commercial because he was having sex for five hours straight."

"I was busy fighting math."

"I am like a horse. I will not elaborate."

"PICK UP YOUR TITTIES BY YOUR BRA STRAPS."

"Sometimes I hate you and your stupid nipples."

"We have to do super-blow in the hospital."

"The highway to Hell has guard rails!"

#sentence starters #rp starters #ask meme #rp meme #rp prompts #(( this is almost two weeks late!! sorry!! bye!! ))

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heyybaejjk · 2 years ago

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MODERN AO'NUNG HCS — PT. 3

pairing. ao'nung x fem!reader

summary. human aonung hcs

warnings. none

masterlist. pt. 1 pt. 2

Mans definitely is going for an ATAR course and for his HSC ‼️‼️

I feel like the main classes he chose are:

- Music

- Art

- Maths

- English Advanced (only because you prob do it)

- Marine Studies (cmon now fishlips)

- SLR, the only non-ATAR subject because it's more of a chill subject.

Hates math with passion, only chose it because you chose it.

If he isn't in one of your classes then he loves to leave class at least five minutes early to walk to your class and wait for you

Some teachers have caught him walking out, but it's the second term of school, they're already used to him doing this

Term 1: "Miss, what the fuck is that right behind you? Is that a spider?!" Ao'nung screams frantically, pointing behind the female teacher with his eyes widened and mouth gaped.

"What!? What is it!?" The teacher yells as she turns around to the white wall that faces her. An empty, blank wall painted with nothing. Confused, she turns back around and sees a tall figure run out the door.

Term 2: "Miss, there's a big ass fucking spider on your shoulder!" Ao'nung yells, a slender finger pointing to the teacher's shoulder. "Ao'nung, leave already," The teacher rolls her eyes as she was already used to his stupid tricks.

"Oh, okay." 🧍‍♀️

During the break, all people see is 👫

If you do food tech as one of your classes, bro's begging for you to save him some food that you made in class.

"I had theory instead of prac today, I'm sorry, Nung. I didn't make anything today, but I made lunch," you giggle as your boyfriend's heavy weight drops on your back, pulling you into a hug. His long ass arm wrapping around your shoulder. "That teacher of yours is a stank ass liar-"

A cough from the sideline erupts, causing you both to turn your heads. There, stood a mid-thirty-year-old man, tapping his foot aggressively, eyeing your boyfriend down. "What was that, Ao'nung?"

Let's say you got into a fight once...

You ate that shit up.

Having a fine ass man like him, people can't help but stare respectfully

Others.. not so much.

Others really can not take the hint, or even the answer no. Especially, and specifically, a girl in your class named Ray. Yes, the same girl from before. A few months after the incident of Ray texting your man, after multiple times blocking her, it seemed she didn't care after she made a new account. Her non-stop texts weren't harmful at all until she sent a rayraybae: I'm better than her in so many ways, just let me in your room and I can prove it ;) No doubt your man screenshotted it and sent it to you straight away! 🤣👏

The very next day, you rock up to her class and confront her, to which she just laughs in your face. Already prepared to hit, you put your hair into a tight ass fucking bun and tie your hood up, then proceeding to punch her square in the face. Turning into a whole fight where students walk in for class, only to whip out their phones to record.

Let's bffr, it's a high school fight. It either turns into a whole ass fucking brawl or a 1v5 or wtv. (I've seen it at my school personally or on Twitter so 🤞) For the sake of this, let's say no one jumps in.

Along the sideline, you can hear Ao'nung screaming "Yeah! Yeah! Get her ass!"

When you're finally pulled away by Ao'nung you both bolt out of the room and out the gates.

You both aren't big fans of skipping school, but today seemed like an exception.

this is so booty cheeks and so short, I'm so sorry 😭😭♥️♥️♥️ @yourstrulyyyyy

#avatar the way of water #aonung fanfiction #aonung #avatar twow #aonung fluff #aonung x reader #aonung x you #ao'nung

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voiceoffenrisulfr · 8 months ago

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Magic and Madness - Chapter Five

From Ancient Grudge Break to New Mutiny.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> Tony Stark x Stephen Strange

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> It finally happens, and Tony finally snaps.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 3202

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (E) ALL THE SMUT. Internalised homophobia. Withdrawal.

𝐀/𝐍 -> A Companion Piece to Multitudes, running relatively adjacent as of chapter thirteen (here), exploring the relationship of Tony Stark and Stephen Strange. This chapter best corresponds to Multitudes chapter fifteen.

Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Dividers come from yours truly.

<- Previous Chapter (4/46) Next Chapter (5/46) ->

His fingers trembled in mine as he shook his head, sweating lightly. “Couldn’t you have just put me at zero? I-I don’t know if I can make it. Or at least make me feel a little less like I’m gonna die?”

“I offered an hour ago, sweetheart. You told me you wanted to earn it,” I reminded him softly, kissing his hair with a wince. “We don’t have to do this... I just wanted to make sure you’re clear.”

“I’m clear. I just kind of wish I was dead,” he snorted weakly, shaking his head. “But it’s fine. It’s fine. I’m honoured to have the opportunity. It’s certainly not anything I should be graced with.”

I sighed quietly, pulling him closer. “You know, this is already morally questionable. Can we stop with the self-deprecation before I feel - even more than I already do - like I’m making you do something you don’t want to?”

He blinked up at me in surprise, chin resting lightly on my chest. “You feel that way?”

I nodded tersely, glancing away. “Can you blame me? You hate the part of yourself that wants this.”

“You make me hate it – you make me hate myself less, Stephen. Do you really think I’d be lay here otherwise?” he murmured, cheek finding the soft cotton of his own hoodie once more, hand squeezing mine gently. “I want this. I want you. And I want to be less goddamn terrified of that, and the only thing that has ever made the blindest bit of difference to that is... Well, you.”

I smiled weakly, brushing my fingers against his forehead. “You’re at 0.002.”

He blinked in surprise before grinning, eyes flickering minutely as he did rapid math. “Eight minutes, give or take.”

“Enough time for you to prepare yourself?”

His lips found my throat, and I shivered. “It’s enough time for me to prepare you...” Humming, his fingertips skimmed the edge of my – his – hoodie thoughtfully. “You know, I can’t tell if I’d rather have you naked and begging, or wearing my sweatshirt and begging...”

“Bold of you to assume I’ll be begging, Mr. Stark,” I quipped.

Please, please, make me beg.

... Yes, I see the irony.

“Bold of you to assume I won’t take my slow, sweet time until you do, Doctor Strange,” he breathed, lips skimming mine.

“Oh, you can definitely take your time with me,” I gulped, fingers tightening in the back of his shirt.

“Hm... I doubt you’ll be saying that after the few seconds I don’t.” His palm smoothed my thigh, sliding slowly higher.

I don’t think I’ll be saying anything at any point, short of ‘yes’, ‘please’, ‘more’, ‘Sir’...

My fingertips brushed his forehead as his hand squeezed and pinched teasingly at my skin. 0.00098. Less than four minutes.

... Oh. I never said anything.

“I, um...” Good work. “Yeah. That sounds... good.”

He snorted, shaking his head fondly. “‘Good’ may be the wrong word. There will be nothing ‘good’ about it... But it will be very, very satisfying,” he purred, latching onto my pulse firmly, and biting hard.

“St- ah! Tony, a-a little high to leave a m-m-m... Mmm.” I felt the bruise bloom under his and cracked an eye to see him smirk, moving to a spot marginally lower and repeating the process. “T-Tone, I can’t h-hide th-th-”

“Good,” he growled before rocking onto his heels, fumbling desperately in his bedside drawer before returning to my side – and my throat. “You are mine, baby boy. Mine. They might not know who you belong to... But they’ll know you are owned.”

I shivered as his lubricated fingers skirted my length playfully, whimpering under his tender ministrations. “Y-yes. Yours. Please...”

He smirked against my skin, purring. “I thought you weren’t going to beg?”

I growled as I brushed my hand over his forehead, sighing with relief. “0.00001. Y-You're ready to go. And asking nicely isn’t begging, Stark.”

He hesitated minutely before kissing my bruised flesh gently. “Roll for me, sweetheart.”

Oh, I think ‘baby boy’ is my favourite. Not that I am ever going to admit that.

My hands shook as I obliged, both from my injury and the anxiety thrumming through my body. His arm around my waist jerked me onto my knees with a surprised whine, chest pressed to the sheets.

Breathe. I’ve got this. This is... This is everything I’ve wanted. Just relax...

The fingertip brushing against me made every muscle in my body react instinctively – even in spite of my internal pep talk - but he simply stayed where he was, caressing me gently until I relaxed slowly, peppering soft kisses along the side of my waist.

“... Okay. I-I’m good.”

He entered me lightly, massaging and teasing and encouraging with gentle murmurs and gentler kisses, and I blinked in surprise when his knuckles skimmed my skin.

I...He was so gentle, I didn’t even...

“Good?” he breathed, his free hand smoothing the line of my spine tenderly, and I nodded.

“I... Hm. Not bad. Weird. I-I’m not-” His finger twitched lightly, and I bit down on the sheets violently as I pushed back, desperate pleasure zinging through my veins. “Hmn. Good.”

He snorted quietly, caressing my sweet spot, making me mewl and writhe in delight. “More? I nodded desperately, stiffening once more as he probed at me again.

But, again, I was quickly shifting and whining. Any modicum of embarrassment at having him palm deep inside me had evaporated at he toyed with my prostate, back arching with need. “Oh, my sweet, needy baby boy... Do you want another?” I shook my head quickly, and he paused in surprise. “I... You want to stop?”

“N-No! Don’t you dare... I-I want you to fuck me,” I whimpered, rutting back needily. “Please.”

“Are you sure?” he murmured, nipping lightly at my waist, tongue smoothing the mark gently as I nodded.

“Please, Tony. I want you... More than I’ve ever wanted anyone. Please.”

He drew back slowly, leaving me empty and mewling.

The sound of tearing caught me by surprise as he moved to kneel behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder. “You know you’re cl-clean, right?”

“I... Assumed you’d be more comfortable with... I mean, I’m more than happy for you to take it all, baby boy.” I nodded quickly, shivering at the feeling of him lining himself up and the thought of his essence staining my insides. “Let me take my time, sweetheart... I don’t want to hurt you, so just stay still for me, okay?”

“Y- Yes.”

I gasped weakly as the lube trailed along me, shocked and excited, and he leaned over me, hand finding my hip. “Are you ready, baby boy?”

“Yes,” I breathed, closing my eyes and focusing entirely on the feeling of his body against mine.

He pulled me up against his chest as he slowly entered me, discomfort and arousal sparking in my veins as his mouth found my throat. Hands reaching back of their own accord, I ran my fingers frantically through his hair and I mewled and whined, his hand on my abdomen gently guiding the angle of my hips.

“Fuck...” I whispered, stars sparking behind my vision as my head fell back of its own volition. He chuckled roughly against my throat, kissing the soft skin gently.

“Hey, Stephen?” he breathed, and I gulped.

“Hmn?”

His fingers skirted my own hardness, faint and teasing, as his lips found my ear, inching slowly deeper with a groan. “... Hm. There we go, baby boy... ... So... How does it feel to finally have my cock as deep inside you as I can get? Is it everything you dreamt of, sweetheart?”

You may as well kill me now, because my life isn’t going to get better than this.

“Yes... No. It’s more. So much more,” I whispered, and he reached up to turn my chin, lips claiming mine gently as his hips twitched lightly, sliding and grinding patiently.

Feeling him move inside of me had my fingers clenching against the nape of his neck, shuddering with pleasure, my free hand dropping to lazily caress my own throbbing member – until he batted me away, wrapping a loose fist around me and stroking me in time with his painfully light thrusts.

He’s making love to me.

Tony Stark, who I have wanted for longer than I will admit, is making love to me.

Did I die? Is this heaven?

If so, I’m fine with that – just don’t let it end.

He slid out further before rolling his hips, caressing my sweet spot lightly, and I jerked as I let out a soft whimper, eliciting a dry chuckle as his fingers twitched around my length. “Are you ready to beg yet, baby boy? Ready for me to fuck you into mattress?”

“Wh-hmmm- what happened to the teaser?” I stammered, back arching, and he growled, free hand tightening on my waist. “Is that what you want, honey? You think you can take it?”

“Y-yes, Sir- Fuck shit yes God please!” I yelped as he quickly shifted gears, hips snapping against mine, quick and rough and nothing like the sensual lovemaking I’d been blessed with thus far, jerking me in delightful synchrony.

He chuckles as he slowed once more, and whimpered, wriggling and thrusting back desperately. “What do you think? Worth begging for?”

“Please,” I gasped immediately, eyes falling closed as my temple found his. “Please, God, more of that. I-I’ll do anything for you. Please. I need this... I need you. I’ve wanted this for so long, and it’s so much better than I envisioned... Please, Tony. Fuck me harder.”

He growled, low and feral in my ear, pushing me down until my chest hit the bed before he set up a merciless, all-encompassing pace, hipbones bruising my soft skin as he pounded against me. True to his promise, a few tears rolled from the intense pleasure pooling in my abdomen, and I whimpered desperately, rutting back against him.

“F-fuck, yes, Tony... So good. It’s so good. You’re so good. Don’t stop... Don’t ever stop.”

His fingers found my hips to pull me back onto him more forcefully, snarling as he fucked me without hesitation. “Touch yourself for me, baby boy. I want to see you come with my cock in your ass.” He groaned when I obliged immediately, fingers precise and experienced on my own length. “Fuck, so eager to obey, aren’t you? Just so... Desperate. God, you feel so good... So fucking tight. I didn’t know you’d be this tight...”

I whined wordlessly as I pressed back against his stuttered monologue, needy and frantic as I impaled myself upon him. “F-for you. Only for you. Please...”

His hands tightened on my flesh, jerking me closer. “You just want me to fill you up, huh? Want my come leaking down those cute thighs as you finally cum for me?”

I nodded desperately, and he rolled his hips, my fingers working me eagerly. “Please. Please, Tony, I-I...”

“You just want to come for me, don’t you, baby boy... Ask nicely.” He held me closer as he worked me powerfully, the grip on my hips jerking me back in time with his thrusts.

“Pl- fuck, just there- please, Tony, S-Sir... Please... Please can I come?” I gasped out, shaking in pleasure at rumble of satisfaction in his chest, driving himself ever deeper.

“For me, baby boy. You can come for me.”

I cried out desperately as I exploded on command, hips stuttering back as I twitched and convulsed, and he groaned, nails scraping desperately along my spine. “You ready, honey? Ready for me to fill this tight ass at last?”

Nodding, I rode my high, whimpering frantically. “Please. Please. Fill me.”

He cursed as he surrendered, my hips jerking back against him of their own volition, a low keening escaping me. “Fuck... Stephen, Sparkles, fuck yes, baby boy... You feel so goodamn good, I can’t...” The hand on my ribs was rough as he sheathed himself as deeply as he could, but I only whined, burying my face in the sheets at the feeling of him exploding so beautifully far inside me.

I whimpered softly as he pulled me against his chest, gasping for breath and trembling violently. “Hmfnfgg.”

“Try again, baby boy,” he snorted, kissing my hair lightly.

“So good. Mn. So tired. So... Fucked.”

He laughed again, arms wrapping tighter around me. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“You?” I pressed, frowning lightly as I blindly tapped his bare skin, and he chuckled.

“Yes, Stephen. I enjoyed myself very much. That was... Quite possibly the best sex I’ve ever had,” he admitted softly, his cheek finding my hair gently.

“Good... S’nice. More of that,” I muttered, nodding, and he snorted.

“Get some sleep first, baby boy... We’ll both be here in the morning.”

“Every morning,” I corrected quietly, the arm draped over his waist pulling myself closer as he laughed.

“That’s right, sweet prince. Every morning.”

I woke in the middle of the night to him groaning and rolling and touching and whispering sweet nothings in my ear, and I whimpered in delight as he fucked me tenderly.

I can never get enough of this.

“I can never get enough of you,” I whispered into his chest as he held me, sweat damp and panting lightly.

“Oh, I’m sure I can facilitate that…” he murmured, pulling my chin up to find his once more. “Who needs sleep, anyway?”

It was the early hours of the morning before we finally fell once more into an easy sleep, his arm clamped around my waist protectively, relishing the feeling of his gentle breath on the back of my neck.

… I think I’m in love with him. No more falling, only fallen.

The delight in his eyes as he took in his own sweatshirt wreathed around me, his cocky grin as he pinned me to the sheets – but, more than anything, his taut-jawed determination to ride out his discomfort and prove himself worthy of me. His pure conviction to do his best… for me.

“Oh, I don’t deserve you,” I muttered to myself, rolling in his embrace to brush my fingertips against his cheekbone. To my mortification, he smiled softly, eyes flickering open to fix me in the mahogany depths.

“I think you’ve got that backwards, sweet boy…” he murmured fondly, pressing his forehead light to mine with a subtle wince.

“How are you feeling?” I pressed gently, and his lip curled.

“Like I’ve been smacked with the business end of Thor’s hammer. You?”

I smirked, shimmying closer, my arms snaking around his neck as his hand found my hip. “… Is it mean if I say absolutely delightful? It feels profoundly inconsiderate.”

He purred, lips brushing mine. “All tuckered out, baby boy?” I nodded, and he sighed playfully. “I guess not up for another round before breakfast, then…”

With a grin, I rolled him, pinning him beneath my weight. “I’m sure I can manage.”

I let out a groan as his arms wound around my waist from behind, eyeing my reflection with a scowl. “What exactly am I supposed to say about this?” I sighed, running my finger over the litany of bruises trailing vibrantly down my throat, and he purred as he mimicked the motion.

“You say nothing. You let them make their own conclusions… And I’d be lying if I said that the idea of them realising that it’s me that owns you isn’t terrifying and hot as hell in equal measure,” he chuckled, placing a gentle kiss to my shoulder. “Because I do – you know that, right? You are mine.” His fingertips found my abdomen, and I ground out a groan.

“Y-yes. Yours,” I breathed, head falling back. “I-I… We should… I mean… We’re expected at breakfast. You are, at least.”

He sighed, releasing me reluctantly as his palm brushed my waistband. “Fine. … Can we come back here after?”

I snorted, pivoting to kiss his forehead lightly. “I’d be honoured and grateful.”

“So desperate,” he sighed again, shaking his head fondly, smirking affectionately.

The incursion of necessary behaviours – like eating – was a scourge upon an otherwise perfect day, the time in between passing in a blur of gentle – and not-so-gentle – touches and passionate intercourse.

“Tony… I just… I can’t… Nobody should be this good,” I muttered against his hair as he stroked me lightly, panting and writhing.

“Experience and practice, darling,” he purred, adding to the marring of my throat with reckless abandon. My bruises had earned only a few looks of surprise, though nobody seemingly made the connection between my own marks and Tony’s – or if they did, they didn’t comment, at least.

I couldn’t help but feel somewhat disappointed, despite my relief.

And Tony, to his credit, hadn’t touched a drop all day; I murmured my pride as he found my climax, back arching against him as I groaned in pleasure.

I fell into an easy, exhausted sleep in his arms, thoroughly wrung out and without feeling in most of my muscles by the time darkness fell.

He, it seems, did not.

I woke to him twitching and whimpering behind me, and let out the beginning of a gentle purr before I stiffened.

Nope. Not that kind of dream.

I rolled quickly, cupping his cheek in my hand. “Tony? Sweetheart? Dearest? It’s okay; it’s just a bad dream. I’ve got you, honey…”

He whined through his teeth, face contorting in pain. “No… I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll do better… I-I can make you proud, I promise.”

I flinched as he spasmed, fingers finding his. “Tone. Come back to me, my love. It’s fine; you’re safe. I’m here, darling.”

His eyes snapped open, panic flaring as he scooted away. “Wh- I- No. What-?”

I held up my hands soothingly, gaze gentle. “It’s okay, hon. You’re okay. It was just a nightmare.”

He shimmied further back, quickly increasing the distance between us. “I- No. You shouldn’t be here. We shouldn’t be here.”

Swallowing dryly, I offered him a reassuring smile. “It’s-”

“It’s not fucking okay,” he snapped, sliding from the sheets as he shook with residual fear and anxiety. “We shouldn’t be doing this. It… It’s so wrong. Disgusting.”

I flinched, sitting upright. “Tony, I…” He moved quickly as he headed to the kitchen, and I darted after him, heart hammering. “No, sweetheart – you’ve got this. You’ve been doing so well today; you can make it through this, I promise.”

“Get out.”

“Tony-”

“Leave!” he spat, turning to me with furious eyes as he unscrewed the top of his bottle of Jack. “Get out of here. Don’t come back. I… This… It never should have happened. It’s not… It’s wrong, Stephen. Please. Just go.”

He took a long, desperate swig, and I winced as I backed up. “I… Okay. I’ll go, Tone. Just… Please. Take care of yourself, okay? We… We didn’t do anything wrong, honey.”

“Just go. Please,” he replied softly, naked and quivering as he sunk to the floor, bottle clasped desperately in his fingers.

I’d never hated anyone quite as much as I hated myself as I stepped through my portal, one quiet, ragged sob echoing around me as it snapped closed.

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Casting Call: Season Five

Saffron and Peri: Season 5 Casting Call

Saffron and Peri is coming back with a fifth season and we need more voices!

If you’re interested in lending your voice to the fifth season of Saffron and Peri, we have a form for you to fill out, and a list of characters for you to get acquainted with.

Once your form is filled out, and an mp3 file of your audition is ready, please email us at SaffronAndPeri @ gmail.com (no spaces).

Please note that your audition has to be crisp and clear, and it is very much preferred if you have access to recording equipment.

The deadline to submit your audition is Friday, August 25th.

Feel free to leave me a message if you have any questions. Good luck!

Character List

The Seven Dwarves:

Sunny Day:

Gender: Any

Description: Dwarf, Copywriter at the Ad-a-Day Agency

Personality: A self-proclaimed poet. A bit dreamy and easily confused.

Lines:

I brought another poem.

This is dedicated to a true friend and honorary dwarf *Ahem*

Snow White, Snow Bright,

Still your star shines oh so Bright.

Minnie Day:

Gender: Female

Description: Dwarf, Receptionist at the Ad-a-Day Agency

Personality: Self-obsessed and dramatic. If you like, you can try a stereotypical valley girl accent

Lines:

Hey guuurrrll, Snow, you look so good for a dead person!

As you probably already noticed, the first thing upon entering is me, Minnie Day. The face of the company.

Tutu Day:

Gender: Female

Description: Dwarf, Fashion Consultant at the Ad-a-Day Agency

Personality: Condescending and snobby. Thinks she knows best. The type of person who calls everyone “dear” and never means it.

Lines:

Oh yes, your complexion is as blindingly pallid as the first time we saw you.

Seven League Boots are SO last season, dear. Perhaps you should pop those in the donation bin?

Wendy Day:

Gender: Female

Description: Dwarf, Graphic Designer at the Ad-a-Day Agency

Personality: Morose and very prone to crying. Some lines of dialogue will just be incomprehensible sobs.

Lines:

Sn-Snow, I want you to know.. *weeps*

*weeps like she’s trying to say something*

*weeps more desperately*

Arthur Day:

Gender: Male

Description: Dwarf, Accountant at the Ad-a-Day Agency

Personality: Polite, non-confrontational. A very practical dwarf who’s very good at math.

Lines:

Magic? No no, it’s not magic. Excellently crafted, yes, but not magic.

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh - OOOF. *bumps into a wall here*

Farah Day:

Gender: Female

Description: Dwarf, Talent Scout at the Ad-a-Day Agency

Personality: Outgoing, a go getter, and never misses a chance to do business. Likes to encourage people to be as motivated as she is.

Lines:

Ignore Minnie! Hi, I’m Farah. Farah Day of Ad-a-Day Agency. Did anyone ever tell you that you have a gorgeous profile? And your friend here has the most beautifully manicured claws I ever saw! Did you two ever think of modeling? Our card.

Sadie Day:

Gender: Female

Description: Dwarf, Manager at the Ad-a-Day Agency

Personality: Full of eldest sibling energy. Organized and meticulous, but still makes the business feel like a cozy family affair. A little sarcastic.

Lines:

Welcome to the Ad-a-Day Agency! Founded by seven siblings - we apply our dwarven diligence and craftsmanship to create top notch, top trending advertising campaigns.

Other Characters:

Grock:

Gender: Male

Description: Rock Troll, Secretary/hired goon/transportation at the Detective Agency.

Personality: An intellectual snob who thinks very highly of his own “genius”. Constantly neglects his job to work on his plays. Abrupt and insulting, he does not take kindly to interruptions or criticism.

Lines:

Silence! The muse has called to me! I must write!

Interior: detective office. An under-appreciated and undiscovered playwright stares soulfully out the window. Enter: two hooligan youths. Youth 1: Hark noble faced Sirrah, word of your wordsmithing and crime solving has reached us in yonder far away lands

That, you myopic munchkin, is precisely the point!

Prince Bartholomew:

Gender: Male

Description: Prince and ex-husband of Snow White.

Personality: Has courtly manners and a gentle spirit.

Lines:

AAAAGGHHH. ULP (like he’s being choked. In this scene, he’s attacked and the attacker goes for the throat)

Forgive me if this is crass, but isn’t Snow White dead?

Thank you, your majesty, for allowing us to join you today.

Mrs Garden:

Gender: Female

Description: Human, Grieving mother. Middle aged

Personality: Usually quiet and soft-spoken

Lines:

I can’t imagine anyone heartless enough to do such a thing!

Now, now, let’s not be too hasty.

Mr. Garden:

Gender: Male

Description: Human, Grieving father. Middle aged.

Personality: More talkative and action-oriented. A good foil to his wife. Grief translates to anger for him.

Lines:

If I ever get my hands on whoever did this….

Donna:

Gender: Female

Description: Human, young college student.

Personality: Usually kind, but has a dark side that comes out when someone hurts her friends.

Lines:

*grief stricken* I tried! I tried! I tried everything under the sun! Nothing would work.

Have you ever heard of the “quiet ones” who suddenly go violent? That’s me.

Rhubarb:

Gender: Female

Description: Fairy

Personality: Dramatic as all fairies in this universe are. Hot-headed and jumps to conclusions frequently.

Lines:

Ahhhh! Thank you both so much for coming!!

Oh, I’m so glad that stereotype about how teenage girls love to solve mysteries is true!

Agghhh, okay, so I threaten to do creative and violent things sometimes! But what fairy doesn’t??

Guard:

Gender: Any

Description: Prison Guard.

Personality: Stiff and rule-abiding.

Lines:

you have fifteen minutes. No funny business.

Saffron and Peri Voice Actor Form

When emailing us your audition, please fill out the following form and include it in your email.

Name/Contact Information:

(Please provide your name and an active email address where you can be reached.)

How you would like to be credited:

(If you don’t want to use your actual name and have a stage-name you would prefer to go by, please state it here.)

Part(s) auditioning for:

(Please list the part or parts you are auditioning for.)

Previous Experience:

(If you have had any previous experience lending your voice to a podcast or other such project, please list them here.)

Commitment:

(Can you assure us that you can submit your work within the time limits we set? If you have a minimum amount of time you need to provide us with your work, please state it here. Example: “I can only record on weekends” or “I need at least a week to record an episode”)

Social media:

(Please list any social media accounts like Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, or some other site. Please let us know if you would like us to link to your accounts in our cast page, that way listeners will be able to find you elsewhere if they’d like.)

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