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Got pre-selected for the Riot Pride Hub, so here's the piece I did c:

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[machineheraldandy]

Fav viktor rare pair (league of legends)

Tf and graves both travel to the Piltover/Zaun region, they have been there before graves was even in prison there, the chance on them hearing stuff about the machine herald is High! They���d probably know he is, and they’d know he’s a criminal like them. Me and my friends thought it’d be funny if the way they met was through them trying to rob viktor after hearing a rumour hims some big mighty crime boss to only find out he’d basically a broke doctor 99% of the time.

I think the reason I like it so much is because it isn’t like Jayce x viktor where it’s a “I can fix you” “I can make you worse” situation, where they both don’t work as they aren’t made for each other in the way they absolutely have different morals, and kind of different wants. Meanwhile graves x Tf x viktor is “I love you the way you are, I’m not ever going to try and fix you”, they are all criminals, they have all killed people, and honestly having flawed criminal men date each other while loving each other for who they are without trying to change it is so…everything!

And we all know no matter how many times viktor says he doesn’t have emotions anymore he still 100% does, like the way he reacts to people in runeterra specially shows that, so he could love graves and Tf, and he’d probably love them because they’d be fine with doing nasty things for him, like killing off humans, stealing things, etc etc, and graves and Tf would love viktor as he gives them those things to do. And honestly egging each other on other evil things in the best way ):)

And I don’t think viktor would mind giving them shelter in Zaun, feeding them, etc etc, because he’s shown he would do that in his short story with naph ):)

And even if it takes a while for viktor to want to do that, graves and Tf are so patient let’s be honest here, their relationship (graves and tfs only) is literally based off of patients really 😭 these two old dudes have been through a lot together and had to have patients for each other at times, so they are most definitely fine it’s waiting for viktor to warm up properly.

This is just mine and my friends fav rare pair thing >_<

We absolutely love the ship, want to drag other people into it

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The Insistent Whisper Shaina Tranquilino October 11, 2024

Detective Aaron Greaves sat in his car, staring out at the cold rain that slicked the streets of Hollowbrook. The town was small, sleepy, but not without its horrors. Eight people had vanished in as many weeks, leaving no trace, no evidence, and no hope. Greaves had investigated homicides for over fifteen years, but this case was different. No blood, no bodies, just an ever-present sense of something watching. He took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling lazily toward the cracked window. His eyes flickered toward the abandoned mill, where the most recent victim, a schoolteacher, had last been seen. The place was a ruin, decaying and forgotten, but Greaves couldn't shake the feeling that something there held answers — something hidden, waiting to be found.

He was about to step out of the car when he heard it for the first time.

"I know who did it."

Greaves froze, the cigarette burning low between his fingers. The voice had come from the back seat — faint, a whisper just above a breath. He spun around, the shadows thick in the back of the car, but no one was there.

He turned back, shook his head. Stress, he told himself. Too many late nights, too many dead ends. He crushed the cigarette into the ashtray and climbed out of the car, ignoring the faint chill crawling down his spine.

The second time, it was louder.

"I know who did it."

Greaves was standing by the mill's entrance, flashlight sweeping through the yawning blackness beyond. The voice was clear, like someone standing just behind him. He turned again, sharply this time, his heart thudding. The only sound was the rain tapping against the rotting wood of the building.

"Who's there?" he called, his voice firm but betraying a note of unease. Silence answered him.

He entered the mill, his footsteps echoing on the damp floorboards. The air was thick with rot, the smell of mold curling into his nostrils. He pushed deeper inside, heart beating fast, senses on high alert. The voice hadn’t come again, but it lingered in his thoughts, gnawing at his nerves.

By the time he reached the center of the mill, he felt it again: a presence, unseen but palpable. His flashlight flickered, casting long, shifting shadows along the walls.

"I know who did it," the whisper came again, this time insistent.

Greaves whipped around, his flashlight beam shaking. "Who are you?" he demanded, voice rough.

The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. Then, the whisper came once more, closer this time, intimate.

"I can tell you... but there’s a price."

Greaves’ blood ran cold. The whisper wasn’t coming from outside him. It was inside his head, curling through his mind like smoke. His grip tightened on the flashlight.

"I don’t make deals with voices in my head," he muttered, trying to shake off the growing unease. But something about the whisper felt ancient, powerful. It slithered through his thoughts like it belonged there.

"You want to know, don’t you? The killer’s right under your nose. I can show you. But first… you must give me something in return."

Greaves pressed a hand to his temple, willing the voice away. "What are you?"

"What I am doesn’t matter, Detective. What matters is that I know the truth. And you… you want to catch him, don’t you?"

He felt it — the overwhelming urge to agree. His head ached, the pressure of the voice building.

"A simple price. A memory. One precious moment — that's all I need."

Greaves swallowed hard, his mind racing. His fingers twitched toward his gun, but he knew it would do no good. This wasn’t a person. It was something else. Something older. Something dark.

"What kind of memory?" he asked, against his better judgment.

"Something precious. Perhaps the day your daughter was born? Or the last words your wife said to you before she died?"

His heart lurched painfully at the mention of his wife. He hadn’t spoken to anyone about her in years. The wound still felt fresh, the loss a raw nerve in his soul. He gritted his teeth. "No."

The whisper chuckled, low and mocking.

"It’s a small price, Detective. You want to catch him, don’t you? You want to end this?"

Greaves’ mind wavered. He could feel the memories shifting in his head, the warmth of his wife’s smile, the softness of her voice on the last morning before the accident.

"One memory. Just one... and I will give you the name."

Greaves’ heart pounded in his chest. The image of the missing faces swam before him. Eight people, lost, their families torn apart. He was so close. But the memory of his wife was all he had left. If he lost that…

"Time’s running out, Detective." The whisper turned cold, sharp, pressing in. "Another will disappear tonight. Do you really want that on your conscience?"

His hands shook, indecision clawing at him. He squeezed his eyes shut, her voice echoing in his mind, the last real thread to his old life.

"Choose."

The word echoed in the hollow of his skull.

With a trembling breath, Greaves whispered, "Take it."

The world shifted. He felt a searing pain in his chest, a ripping sensation deep within his mind, and suddenly, the memory was gone. He reached for it, but it was like trying to grab smoke. His wife’s face, her voice, her last day—it was all a blur, something distant, like a half-forgotten dream.

The whisper coiled in his mind, triumphant.

"Good. The name you seek is Marcus Vane."

Greaves’ eyes snapped open. Marcus Vane. His own partner.

Cold realization settled in. He stumbled back, breathless, the weight of the truth crashing down on him. He knew Marcus, had worked with him for years. He never suspected…

The voice slithered back into his thoughts, laughing softly.

"Enjoy the truth, Detective. It will cost you more than you know."

And then, silence.

Greaves stood alone in the empty mill, the name echoing in his hollowed mind. The whisper was gone, but so was the memory of the one person he had loved the most. All for the truth.

And now, the truth felt like a curse.

[twistedfics]

𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝑨𝒘𝒂𝒚

Dabi (bnha) x AFAB!reader NSFW

3.3k+ words

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hi! this story is 18+ and contains dark content. read at your own risk.

tags/warnings: ⚠️ non-con/dub-con, degradation, dacryphilia, licking, cum eating, overstimulation, fingering, forced breeding, dabi threatens to hurt you, mentions of somno, kinda yandere, dabi's so horny he's literally crazy, afab with mention of body parts, no pronouns but dabi calls reader his gf

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summary: dabi isn’t sure what he was hit with, but he is sure of one thing. he wants you, and he’s gonna get what he wants.

You woke up to a cold breeze flowing through your bedroom. The room was almost pitch black, the only light coming from the open blinds of the window behind you. Did you forget to close the window again? 

You rolled over to face the window, preparing to get up and shut it tight but when your gaze met the wall behind you, you froze. Or rather, your gaze met the one of a man who was standing just in front of your now open window. Inside your room. 

You sat up immediately, pulse quickening as you scrambled towards the other side of the bed, furthest from him. The man didn’t move, he just watched. The city lights from outside dimly lit just behind him. You couldn’t see his face, but something seemed off about him.

“W-who are y-you? And what a-are you d-doing in my room!?” Your voice shook with fear. So much for sounding threatening. 

The man laughed, a quiet, little, breathy, laugh that shot even more fear through your heart. You thought the voice sounded familiar, but lost all train of thought before you could pinpoint it when the man took a step towards your bed. 

Immediately your flight or fight reaction kicked in and your brain finally decided that you should be running rather than trying to question some creep in your room. All you had to do was get over the other side of the bed and get out the door.

But your plans did not work.

You quickly scurried backward on the bed as the man took another step towards you. In the split second when you turned your body, ready to jump off the bed and run towards the door, he was on you. 

You were trapped lying on your stomach, hand still outstretched in the direction of your bedroom door. So close.

The man sat on top of you, straddling you as he pinned you onto the mattress. With him this close, the scent of him surrounded you. The scent of smoke and burned flesh. He had a hand pressed against the back of your neck, forcing your head down. His other hand landed near your face, supporting his weight, and your eyes widened when you saw it.

Light from the window reflected off the man’s hand. The staples on the man’s hand, buried in his skin. 

A whisper in your ear confirmed it. “What's the matter, baby? Didn’t recognize me?” He laughed again.

Dabi. Your boyfriend Dabi. You knew that voice was familiar. But what the hell was your boyfriend doing creeping around your room? Why was he acting so fucking weird? 

Something wasn’t right. It didn’t feel right. Knowing the identity of the man wasn’t calming your fear, no. It was making it worse.

“D-dabi? What the hell are you doing?! Get off of me!” You thrashed around and his hand on your neck quickly grabbed one of yours as you tried to reach back to him.

“Woah, settle down. What, I can't come see my girlfriend now?” His tone was teasing and you couldn’t help but feel it didn’t sound like your Dabi. But you knew. 

You took advantage of the fact that his hand holding you down was preoccupied and quickly flipped yourself around underneath him. The fast movement seemed to catch him off guard, and he leaned back a bit in surprise.

His piercing blue eyes met yours and you knew something was definitely wrong. Dabi never looked at you like that. Everything in you told you to run. 

You took your chance and pulled your legs up before he could blink, kicking him in the stomach as hard as you could. He gasped and lost his balance, allowing you to slip free from beneath him. You aimed another kick in his direction, for good measure, as you clambered off the bed and immediately made a beeline for the door. 

You reached your bedroom door, throwing it open in your haste. It slammed against the wall, rattling the items on your shelves as you ran from the room. You didn’t once look back.

It didn’t take long for you to hear Dabi’s boots on the floor behind you. You kept running, surely you were faster than him, especially with your head start. But why the hell did this hallway feel so long?!

You turned the corner into the kitchen at such a high speed, you actually slid. Quickly regaining your balance, you pressed on to the entrance to your home. You were almost there. Just a few steps from the front door. You didn’t have a plan, you just needed to get out. Away from him. You’d figure the rest out later.

You were almost there. And then you felt a weight against your back as Dabi tackled you to the ground. 

You hit the floor hard. You just barely managed to catch yourself enough to stop your face from smacking into the tile. The wind was completely knocked out of you and you gasped for air as Dabi pinned you down once more. 

“Shit, and you almost made it too. We’re not gonna let that happen again, now are we?” You felt tears prick at your eyes as he spoke lowly. You were so scared. Why was he doing this?

“Dabi p-please. Please, j-just let m-me go. Please, baby. Let me go.” You felt defeated. You were crying now, trying desperately to wiggle your way out of his grasp. But it was clear he wouldn’t let you pull a stunt like that again. 

“Nah. Can't do that. I need you right here, yeah? So be a good girl and behave for me.” You continued to struggle against him, his words making you cry harder when you finally felt it. He was pressed against your back, holding you in place, and right against your ass you could feel him, poking through the material of his pants. He was so hard. 

You were starting to hyperventilate now, anxiety shooting through the roof. He wasn’t going to do what you think he’s going to do, right? The thought terrified you, and you shook your head and tried to kick your legs out again. It seemed he had learned from his past mistake, though, as he now had your legs tightly pinned down with his own. 

“Dabi, W-what’s wrong with you? W-why are you d-doing this?” 

“I dunno. Just felt like it,” he had pulled your hands behind your back, holding your wrists together. He was speaking directly in your ear, his hot breath making you shudder. His other hand pulled your hair back a bit. “Got hit with a quirk of some kind. Guess it had… side effects.”

He punctuated his statement with a roll of his hips, pressing his erection harder against your ass. 

Oh god. This was happening.

“So pretty when you cry,” he mumbled against your ear, and you scrunched your face up as he kissed down the side of your face towards your neck. As much as you wanted to enjoy the gentle touch, the hands tugging harshly on your hair and bending your arms back behind you made it rather difficult. 

“S-shut up. Stop it, please,” you begged, whimpering when he licked a stripe up your neck.

“Aw, come on, don’t be like that~” his lips were so hot against your skin, “It’s just me.”

It was not just him. Something was so incredibly wrong. What kind of quirk could have hit him to make him do this?

You knew he was a villain, but this was crazy. He wouldn’t do this to you. There’s no way. This wasn’t the man you knew.

Or was it? Was he capable of this the whole time? Was he just waiting for the right moment?

You were seriously starting to doubt your relationship.

You gasped loudly as Dabi bit down on the space between your shoulder and your neck. He laughed at your reaction, and you felt more tears spill down your face. You couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering as he repeatedly rolled his hips against your ass, grinding his cock right into the space between your thighs.

His bulge was rutting right up against your core, the force of his thrusts uncomfortably shoving you into the hard tile of the kitchen floor. Despite the discomfort of the floor, and the entire situation itself, you could feel yourself beginning to grow hot, wetness beginning to stain your underwear. 

The hand in your hair unexpectedly let go, your head slamming against the floor from the loss of support. The hand that previously had a hold of you slowly traced down your body, fingers groping at your ass before reaching between the both of you to slip into your clothes.

You bit your lip, whimpering as the man above you slipped a finger between your folds, lighting rubbing against your entrance, collecting slick as he went.

“Well, would you look at that,” that breathy laughter sounding in your ear again, “You’re soaked. And I thought you didn’t like this?”

“Sh-shut up,” you muttered, burying your face against the ground, admitting defeat.

“Hah, don’t tell me you actually do like this. Is it a fetish of yours, huh? You getting off to this?”, He leaned in closer to you, mouth pressed against your ear so closely that you could feel the moisture in his breath when he whispered against you. You tried to turn your head away but to no avail. He followed your every move, “You getting off to the thought of me raping your little body, right here on the floor?”

A sob left your throat as more tears poured down your face. He pulled back from your ear to bark out a laugh, staring down at your trembling body with amusement swimming in his eyes.

“Such a weirdo. And I thought I was the freak.”

You felt hot all over. His words were humiliating, and yet you could still feel your empty pussy clench in response.

God, you hated this. 

“Don’t worry, doll. I’ll fulfill your twisted little fantasies,” the finger tracing up and down your slit finally slid into you, and you cried out at the intrusion, “Just like any good boyfriend would.” 

He teased you with his fingers, pushing into you achingly slow, just to pull out the same way and repeat it again, over and over. It didn’t take long before he added a second. Slowly fingerfucking you as you cried and whimpered, clenching tightly and, you realize with horror, wanting more.

He teased you the whole time, whispering disgusting things to you that you could just barely hear over the loud squelching of your own cunt. You could feel him growing impossibly harder against your thigh, cock twitching in his pants at almost every sound you were unable to stop yourself from making. 

After what felt like hours of torture, he finally sped up, thrusting his fingers in and out of you harshly, smiling against your neck as your sounds grew louder and more desperate. Involuntarily, your hips pushed back against his fingers, your body wanting nothing more than to chase your high, no matter what confusing thoughts your brain was having. 

You were so close, so close to feeling that hot coil in your belly snap when he pulled his fingers out of you. You whined loudly in protest, your eyes shutting tightly from the embarrassment of almost cumming in this situation and wanting to.

“Relax baby,” he laughed again, and it was seriously pissing you off, “I can't have you cum just yet. Nah, not until your stuffed full of my cock.”

He sat up behind you, then harshly pulled you up by your wrists that he still had a grip on. You were kneeling now, back pressed against his chest with your hands trapped between your bodies.

“Open.” He said, bringing his slick-covered hand up to your mouth, wet fingers pressed against your lips. You knew it wasn’t a suggestion, and hesitantly parted your lips before he roughly shoved his fingers in your mouth, nearly gagging you. You winced at the taste of yourself. “Suck.” He commanded, and you obeyed, “And if you bite, you’ll regret it.” You shut your eyes, trying to ignore his threat as you licked and sucked at his fingers, cleaning your own cum from his hand.

He watched you sharply as you worked, panting, his hot breath ghosting along your neck while once again rutting his hard cock against your ass. When you finished he pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a pop and pressed a kiss to your jaw. The sweet gesture reminded you of how he normally acts with you, and you felt tears pool in your eyes again with a pang of sadness. Would you be able to go back to that?

“I’m going to let go of you for a second. Run, and I’ll fucking burn you. Got that?” 

You pressed your lips together, staring straight ahead. He waited for you to acknowledge what he said, and once you nodded your head he gave you another quick kiss, praising you before finally releasing your wrists.

Your hands fell limply to your sides, you weren’t sure what to do with them. With your arms free from their previous position, you realized they were quite sore from being trapped like that.

Dabi placed his hands on your waist, sliding them down to the bottom of your shirt. Slowly, he pulled it off of you, tossing it somewhere in your kitchen. He wrapped his arms back around you, chest pressing against your back again as his hands came up to grope at your chest.

His hands were so warm, you couldn’t help but notice as he squeezed your tits, pinching your nipples harsher than necessary to pull a cry from your throat.

“You’re being so good for me. Wasn’t that hard, was it?” You wanted to punch him so bad. Wanted to kick and scream and beat the absolute shit out of him, and now with your hands free what was really stopping you?

Maybe the fact that he would most likely kill you, strike you down with his flames before you could even blink.

Or was something else keeping you in his arms? Something deep down in you, something that liked this.

You pushed the thought from your mind. It seemed better if you tried not to think at all right now.

Dabi gave your tits one last harsh squeeze before he pushed you back down against the tile. You shuddered at the cool feeling of the tile on your chest as he arched your back, maneuvering you into the position he wanted. Face down, ass up. This time, he left your hands free. 

He wasted no time pulling your shorts down, taking your panties along with them. He wrestled your clothes off of you, tossing them somewhere along with your shirt. 

With no warning his hand came down on your pussy, hard, the sharp sting making you gasp.

“Ha, you really are wet. You’re dripping, baby.” He had pressed two fingers against you, parting your lips to get a full view of you. Your whole body burned from the embarrassment of it all. 

“Fuck, babe, you better be ready. I can’t wait any longer.” 

You flinched at the clinking sound of his belt buckle being undone and felt him press up against you.

He took his cock in his hand, rubbing his leaking tip against your entrance. He gave no warning, thrusting into your cunt harshly, immediately burying his thick cock all the way to the hilt.

You screamed at the sensation, the sudden stretch burned so much you could have sworn he used his quirk on you.

He gave you no time to adjust to his thrusts, immediately pounding into you like a wild animal, crazy with lust.

The squelch of your dripping cunt and the smack of his hips on your ass could barely be heard over your screams. The pain began to mix with pleasure, the feelings so intense you thought you would explode.

Dabi hunched over you, chest once again pressing against your back as he groaned in your ear. He wasn’t usually very vocal, but tonight it seemed he couldn’t stop himself.

“Fuck, doll, you’re so goddamn tight,” he bit his lip, trying and failing to keep himself quiet, “God I can’t believe you didn’t want this. Look at you, screaming for my cock. You’re such a whore.”

His words went straight to your cunt, clenching tightly you heard him swear loudly. Your ruined orgasm from earlier had begun to come back with a new vengeance, hitting you just as rapidly as his thrusts.

“D-dabi, gonna- ah, gonna cum,” you warned him, barely getting the words out between your moans.

“Yeah? Knew you would, slut. Go on. Cum on my cock.”

Fuck, you forgot how much his words always affected you. Immediately the coil in your belly snapped, your orgasm hitting you so hard you saw white. 

You barely registered his moans about how tight you were while you came, only aware of the pleasure consuming you and the fact that he did. Not. Stop.

Your orgasm had only spurred him on more, rutting his cock into you impossibly faster. The overstimulation had you sobbing, your body giving up and going completely limp. The only thing keeping you up was his hands on your waist as you drooled and cried on the kitchen floor.

The slump of your body forced him to readjust, the new angle causing him to batter into that squishy spot inside of you, hitting it with every thrust. 

The angle of his cock threw you into hysterics, the stimulation was too much. Your body automatically tried for an escape, but you weren’t going anywhere. You were too tired and he was too strong. You screamed and cried your way through another orgasm, hands grappling for purchase against the hard floor so roughly that you almost broke a nail. 

“Ah, shit, you cummin’ again? Shit, shit, shit~ gonna cum, fuck!”

Somehow through the haze in your brain, his words registered to you and you felt panic rising through your chest. He never came inside you before and you weren’t on birth control. You felt fresh tears prick your eyes at the thought of him filling you up, you can’t get pregnant, you can’t, you can’t! 

“Wait! Wait, wait! Dabi no, not inside, not inside!” If he heard you, he pretended not to, his head thrown back as his hips lost all rhythm, a loud groan leaving his lips as he finally reached his peak.

You felt his dick twitch inside you as he came, searing hot cum shooting inside you. It burned, it burned so bad, and yet the warmth inside you and the stutter of his hips had you cumming yet again, still babbling your protests even as you came all over his cock for the third time.

His hips slowed but didn’t stop, and he ground his cock into you with a few more harch thrusts, fucking his cum back up into you.

After a moment he collapsed on top of you, effectively crushing you into the ground as you struggled to breathe. He stayed inside you, keeping his cum in your pussy with the weight of his cock.

You were beyond exhausted, and you felt your consciousness starting to slip away. It didn’t matter he still hadn’t pulled out, or that his cum still filled your hole, even though you wanted to kick and scream and cry. 

Your vision started to blur, eyes slipping shut against your own will. You couldn’t stay awake. 

Vaguely you registered more of that breathy laugh against your ear as you fought for consciousness.

“You fallin’ asleep? That's fine, I don't need you awake for round two~” Dabi’s raspy voice was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

happy birthday to the loml dabi god i wish he was on top of me.

anyways hey guys! ^-^ this took me forever to write but it’s finally done. dabi is my fav character probably of all time and i needed it perfect (< lost motivation halfway through)

if you enjoyed this, please like and/or reblog! interaction is very much appreciated! <3

and p.s. - thank you all so much for the support on my first work! i’m literally so happy to see ppl like my writing, it’s the best feeling ever. thank u to all and i hope u guys stick around. <3

[angelicakatebooks]

When long-lost twins separated at birth finally cross paths, they discover a bond stronger than time itself. Get ready for a suspenseful journey into the heart of 'Discord.'

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STAR GUARDIAN TWISTED FATE - League of Legends Skin

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💙🦋Are you here for revenge? Interesting🦋💙

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Can anyone help me find a twst smut fic?

Okay so it’s where reader/yuu comes to spend a night at Savanaclaw and shares a bed with Leona because something happened at ramshackle and they can’t sleep there and they somehow end up with leona. It was a non-con fic so fair warning. Any way reader gets into bed with Leona and he gets horny, my memory isn’t the best so forgive me for any mistakes, so he I think starts grinding on reader and reader is like wtf??? And eventually I think he pulled readers clothes off/slid down their pants a little and reader asks him what he’s doing and to stop but he doesn’t and says something along the lines of “you caused this problem now you’re going to fix it” and fucks reader. (I think it mentioned him going into heat or something like that but I’m not going to swear on it) Any help is appreciated!

Edit: here’s the link! https://www.tumblr.com/twistedfics/737112116135346176/%F0%9D%91%B2%F0%9D%92%8A%F0%9D%92%8F%F0%9D%92%85%F0%9D%92%8F%F0%9D%92%86%F0%9D%92%94%F0%9D%92%94

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Twisted Fates Audio RPG Welcome to "Twisted Fates" - your go-to channel for tabletop RPG adventures! Delve into a world where the unexpected reigns supreme, and every decision carries the weight of destiny. Embark with us on thrilling journeys through lesser-known gems like Candela Obscura, where darkness holds sway and secrets lurk in every shadow. Traverse the treacherous landscapes of The Walking Dead RPG, where survival is not guaranteed in a post-apocalyptic world overrun by the undead and face extraterrestrial terror in Alien RPG. Experience the enchanting quests of The One Ring and many more thrilling TTRPG adventures. With in-depth reviews and gameplay highlights, "Twisted Fates" is your gateway to thrilling indie TTRPGs. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240428-03 RSS: https://media.rss.com/twistedfates/feed.xml

A2Z Audio Drama Aileen is a sparky and curious little Artificial Intelligence who needs your help. Her inventor Zzzucks struggles to relate to people and is always getting into sticky situations—like the time he tried to make cheesplosions even cheesier. The A2Z podcast takes you along on their wild adventures with annoying robots, jello mountains, semi-intelligent lawnmowers and more. Will you help Aileen to help Zzzucks be less anxious and happier in his own skin, and help her learn what makes humans human? You might even pick up some tips and tricks for being kind to yourself in the process! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240418-09 RSS: https://feeds.megaphone.fm/a2z

Legends of Avantris Audio RPG Seven chuckleheads goofing off, telling stories, and laughing way too loud, usually while playing D&D. This podcast features our stories that all take place in the interconnected world of Avantris. Even if you know nothing about tabletop games, we think you’ll enjoy the improv, comedy, narrative, voice acting, drama, and friendship along the way. Our Curse of Strahdanya campaign lives in its own podcast, but here is where you can find everything else from our nearly six years of telling stories, including Once Upon a Witchlight! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240501-02 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/legendsofavantris/feed.xml

Both Ears Audio Drama Welcome to Both Ears! Get ready for an immersive experience that transcends the boundaries of traditional storytelling. Dive into a world where fiction comes alive through meticulously crafted narratives that are enriched with captivating voice acting and dimensional sound effects. Tune in and engage both ears for an auditory adventure that promises to transport you to a realm of imagination beyond the reach of sight alone. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240501-03 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/7bff4814/podcast/rss

Moonburn Audio Drama When Lucas moves into his new NYC boarding home, he discovers decades-old diary cassette tapes left behind by the room’s first occupant, Carter. The tapes tragically foreshadow Carter’s death one year from the first recording, but they also lay out a beautiful path forward for those that come after him. With the heartfelt stories and invaluable advice contained within these tapes, Lucas embarks on his journey— through the trials and tribulations of life in a new city, accepting himself, creating lifelong friendships, falling in love, and even uncovering a few more mysteries about his new home. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240501-04 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/f557623c/podcast/rss

Rust Belt Bleeds Audio RPG Rust Belt Bleeds is a Vampire: the Masquerade live play set in the American Midwest. It follows multiple stories across multiple states thorough the World of Darkness. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240501-05 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/rust-belt-bleeds

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The Star Driven Expulsion of Count Lastname Audio Drama IN WHICH THE SUN HATCHES IN HOLY MATRIMONY OF THE END. AND A GRIFTER WAKES UP IN A VEGAS CASINO. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240430-02 RSS: https://media.rss.com/countlastname/feed.xml

Ghostly encounters. Audio Book A lonely traveler makes a shocking discovery! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240424-02 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/f3df5b58/podcast/rss

Golden Squad Audio RPG Golden Squad is a monthly tabletop RPG using Mutants and Masterminds 3rd Ed. It is hosted by Luke and features some people he likes to call friends. The custom game setting is straight out of Luke's head so it can get bonkers but generally, usually, sometimes, we end up with a fun time. Kept family friendly by a team of highly trained birds. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240426-04 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/f4c355d8/podcast/rss

Aahat Suno Podcast Audio Book The cult horror show is back in a new avatar. Aahat Suno is a Podcast by the Podcast Division of Sony Pictures Network India, which brings to you an anthology of short stories. Stories which bring out the primal fear of being alone. These stories feature strong and independent women who take a step beyond their primal fears to emerge victorious or other wise? https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240417-06 RSS: https://www.omnycontent.com/d/playlist/79201871-42bf-47b7-ab14-b07700c7951d/f365dc51-df9f-4cbe-a161-b15400d2f222/4fab651b-7112-44c5-839d-b15400d9a2ce/podcast.rss

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En Fantasy-Stund Audio Book Läser in Fantasy verk från Svenska författare! Vill du jag ska läsa nåt du skrivit? https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240502-01 RSS: https://media.rss.com/enfantasystund/feed.xml

Felhaven Audio RPG A magical lord, a blind industrialist, and a ghost try to solve a murder while navigating the vicious politics of a Victorian city controlled by factions of supernatural creatures. Dive back into the Dragon Knights Universe with an Urban Shadows actual play TTRPG podcast from the producers of the award winning Thornvale. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240503-01 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/f5575f1c/podcast/rss

The Small & Mighty Audio RPG A Rodent RPG Podcast. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240410-05 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/small-and-mighty

Dead Space: Deep Cover Audio Drama Set in the expansive universe of the Dead Space games - Emmeline Ayuba is a journalist looking for her sister. After last hearing reports of her sister joining the local Unitologist's church on Ganymede, Ayuba follows in her footsteps. For the first time, see the inner workings of a Unitologist church, the internal conflicts, strange customs, and the steep price Ayuba must pay to see her sister. Created in partnership with EA and Motive Studio. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240504-01 RSS: https://feeds.megaphone.fm/dead-space

Whispers in Wregate Audio RPG The city lost to Limbo is finally starting to feel normal again, untill a mysterious artifact in a company vault sends the party on a quest to change their fate, or die trying. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240401-06 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2352775.rss

Vampire : La Mascarade - Las Vegas by Night Audio RPG Bienvenue sur la chaîne de la Cour des Miracles pour cet actual play de notre campagne maison du jeu de rôle Vampire : La Mascarade - Las Vegas by Night ! Las Vegas, Sin City. 1 million et demi d'habitants, 40 millions de visiteurs par an. Deux fois plus de criminalité que la moyenne du reste des États-Unis. Rien d'étonnant quand on sait que l'histoire de la ville est intimement liée à la pègre. Jeux d'argent, prostitution, drogue, violence. La dépravation 24h sur 24. Bienvenue dans la ville qui ne dort jamais. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240413-04 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/vampire-la-mascarade-las-vegas-by-night

The Dreadcore Audio Book The Dreadcore is a serial audiobook narrated by Alexander C. Stewart and written by Aran Voss, with audio production by Christopher Howat. Set within our solar system in a future where a tyrannical theocracy known as the Threskeian Order has taken control of all populated worlds, The Dreadcore follows the exploits of the criminal crew of the Xiphos. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240503-02 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2264919.rss

The Mystic Syndicate Podcast Audio RPG We are a live roleplay gaming podcast. We play Dungeons & Dragons, Call of Cthulhu, and other RPG’s. Join us every two weeks for more game play and shenanigans. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240504-02 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/tmsyndicate/feed.xml

The GloryRole Audio RPG Take a trip to The GloryRole! A tabletop RPG actual play podcast where we play mini-campaigns in different systems, just to check them out and see what we like and don't like! We've got jokes that'll make you choke! We've got drama that'll make you wanna hug your momma! We've got... dice! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240505-01 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/the-gloryrole

Swords Against Madness Audio RPG A Weird Fantasy Old-School Solo Role-Playing Game. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240505-02 RSS: https://swordsvmadness.stormheadproductions.ca/feed/podcast/

All about the Story Audio Drama A group of friends got together to produce a series of radio plays. We think you will like them (probably). We had great fun doing them and they will make you think as well as entertain you. A new one added every month. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240504-03 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2361268.rss

Svilland Saga Audio RPG Join us in this collaborative experience between Three Besties Production and our wonderful friends at HyperSpace Havoc. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240501-06 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/svilland-saga

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Well Turned Ankle Audio Book Hilarious short stories from the creator of `Me and my Pie`, `Make mine a crusty one!`, and the unforgetable ` My friend wants to marry a horse`. These short stories will make your ankles tingle and your toes curl. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240418-10 RSS: https://media.rss.com/wellturnedankle/feed.xml

The Voice of Adventure Audio Book The Voice of Adventure, or VOA, is a collection of stories written and voiced by Josiah Mauger. Each story explores adventures in creative fantasy worlds. Join me for each episode as we see what our minds can create. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240122-05 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/f0cfefe0/podcast/rss

Shayad Is Baar Audio Book Shayad Is Baar is a Hindi Fiction podcast, hosted by actor, Rajeev Siddhartha where he narrates a series of stories in first-person about finding love, losing love, learning life lessons and cherishing serendipitous moments. This podcast is an anthology of stories written by Ankana Joshi. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240425-03 RSS: https://www.omnycontent.com/d/playlist/79201871-42bf-47b7-ab14-b07700c7951d/dc7e4838-108b-47b8-b817-b15b00a7f634/c4828aad-5009-419a-82c0-b15b00a978d1/podcast.rss

Someone Is Killing The Wolfhounds Audio Drama Based on a true story. A group of soldiers in Vietnam decide they need to murder their rogue lieutenant, if they're going to make it home alive. TRAINING DAY meets PLATOON. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240414-07 RSS: https://feeds.megaphone.fm/someoneiskillingthewolfhounds

Darkling Drake by Tawn Krakowski Audio Book With her no-nonsense attitude and potty-mouth, Toni Drake is the unlikeliest of heroines. A loner with a knack for blending in and being nearly invisible to others even when standing right next to them. She turned this natural ability to her advantage by becoming a professional thief, but those talents, and her recent dreams, might be a sign that there is more to Toni than she ever thought possible. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240327-06 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2121605.rss

Solara by Wendy Herman Audio Book Solara has never understood people. These days, she’s in a constant state of frustration and contempt for her life and most of those around her. Only her children, and her bubbly bestie, Betty, bring her joy, give her hope for the future. But she is beginning to question the path she is on and feeling like she’s barreling toward a brick wall. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240506-01 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2362013.rss

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I’m an addict. I knew years ago this ran in my family. I fought it for a long time. But it was only a matter of finding my drug of choice. I thought I was strong enough to go with out you. I put my everything into leaving you behind. Here you are again pumping through my veins. I can’t tell if this will kill me, or be the only reason I stay alive.

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The Hidden Manuscript Shaina Tranquilino September 26, 2024

Ed Huxley had spent a lifetime collecting rare books. His townhouse was a sanctuary of old tomes, dusty volumes, and forgotten manuscripts. It was his way of feeling close to the past, to lost histories and obscure knowledge. He lived alone, a bachelor by choice, with nothing but his books for company. On this particular evening, as rain tapped against the windows of his study, he received a package that would change his life forever.

It arrived wrapped in brown paper, tied with a simple piece of twine. There was no return address. Curious, Ed placed the package on his desk and cut the twine with a flick of his pocket knife. Inside, he found an old manuscript bound in cracked, black leather. The pages were yellowed and brittle, but the ink remained sharp, each word meticulously crafted. The cover bore no title, but when he opened it, the words at the top of the first page sent a chill down his spine:

"The Ritual of Blood and Bone."

His hands trembled slightly as he read further. The manuscript described an ancient ritual, one that promised to unlock hidden knowledge and power. The instructions were written in cryptic language, but Ed, who had studied esoteric texts his entire life, deciphered it with ease. The ritual required a few specific ingredients—bones of an ancestor, a drop of blood, and a particular incantation spoken at midnight under the light of a full moon.

His eyes scanned the room, heart pounding. This manuscript—there was something about it, something darker and more dangerous than anything he had encountered in his many years of collecting. And yet, he felt compelled to continue. It was as if the words on the page had embedded themselves into his very mind, urging him to follow the ritual.

That night, Ed stood in his study, the manuscript open on the desk before him. The ingredients were laid out: a small bone fragment from his mother’s burial urn, a needle to draw a drop of his blood, and a black candle to illuminate the room. The house was silent, save for the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. As the hour approached midnight, he could feel something shift in the air—a heaviness, a presence.

Taking a deep breath, he pricked his finger with the needle, letting a single drop of blood fall onto the bone fragment. The candle flickered as if in response, casting strange shadows on the walls. He began to recite the incantation, the ancient words foreign on his tongue but oddly familiar, as if he had known them all along.

The moment he spoke the final syllable, the room seemed to breathe. A gust of wind, though the windows were closed, swept through the study, extinguishing the candle and plunging the room into darkness. Ed's heart raced. His hands fumbled for the matches, but before he could light the candle again, a cold, raspy voice echoed in the room.

"Blood of the Huxley line… it is time."

Ed froze, his breath catching in his throat. He turned slowly toward the source of the voice, but the room was empty. Yet, the voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, reverberating in his bones. His pulse quickened as he stumbled back, knocking into the desk. The manuscript, still open, began to glow faintly, the ink on the pages shifting and reforming before his eyes.

The text he had just read vanished, replaced by a single, damning sentence: "The price has been paid."

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his chest, as if something deep inside him was tearing apart. He gasped, clutching his chest, but it wasn’t his heart. It was something deeper, something ancient, awakening inside him.

In his mind’s eye, Ed saw flashes of memories that were not his own. Faces of ancestors long dead, voices whispering secrets, and a cold, endless darkness stretching back centuries. He saw his great-grandfather, his eyes wild with terror, standing over the same manuscript, performing the same ritual. He saw others—his ancestors, all members of the Huxley family—each one performing the ritual at different points in time, always drawn to the manuscript, always paying the price.

A terrifying realization dawned on him. This was not just a ritual for power or knowledge—it was a binding contract. The Huxley family had been cursed, bound to this ritual for generations. Each time a member of the family found the manuscript, they would be compelled to perform the ritual, sealing their fate. It was a cycle, one that could not be broken. And now, it was Ed's turn.

His vision blurred as the memories overwhelmed him. He stumbled toward the manuscript, desperate to close it, to end this nightmare. But as his fingers brushed the pages, he felt a searing pain in his palm. The manuscript had come alive, its pages wrapping around his hand like tendrils, pulling him closer.

"No…" Ed whispered, trying to pull away, but the manuscript held fast. The ink on the pages began to flow, like blood, spreading up his arm and across his skin. His reflection in the window showed the truth—his face was changing, becoming hollow, skeletal. He was becoming one of them.

With a final, desperate scream, Ed collapsed to the floor. The manuscript lay open beside him, its pages blank, the ritual complete.

By morning, the townhouse was quiet once more, save for the ticking of the grandfather clock. The manuscript, now dormant, sat on the desk, waiting for the next Huxley to find it.

And the cycle would begin again.

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Infernal Genuflection

🔥 An undercover cop's mission turns into a nightmare as he uncovers the terrifying secrets of a cult.🔪

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⸸ Spellbound - TS3 Witchy Clutter by twisted FATE ⸸ Resurrected Link ⸸

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There are three recolors of everything except for the two scrolls. I didn't choose to make the scroll that was bound with plain rope recolorable, but you can change the color of the blue rope on the other scroll.