#voice AU

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

 Audophile Day & Guardian Angels Day

Person A is always wearing headphones and always seeming to be bopping along to some beat, talking to someone, or dancing in place. Person B is their friend who wants to know what they’re always listening to and so has been trying to lean closer to Person A when they’re distracted but never hears anything and eventually they snag their headphones when Person A is humming, and Person A doesn’t react, still behaving like they’re listening to something for a few more moments until they realize the headphones are gone. Person A finally tells Person B that they’ve been hearing voice of someone who responds to them when they answer back - sometimes the person they hear listens to music that Person A hears as well, sometimes the person sings or plays their own music. Person A tried to look into the songs and things the other person told them, but couldn’t find anything in reality, so just wrote it off as being crazy but got the headphones to avoid other people thinking they were. Person B is curious and starts talking to the person Person A hears through Person A being their translator/messenger, and the two friends start trying to figure out who the voice Person A hears is.

[yourlocalstingbeans]

The forest was quiet.

It wasn't raining. There were no Hollywood dramatics, no wolves howling at a full moon. In fact, the moon was a waning crescent; it wasn't even full. There was no chase. No action. Everything was calm and still just like it always was. You wouldn't be able to tell the difference if you weren't a Roanoke. And the Roanokes only knew because they had a knack for trouble unmatched by anyone else.

Mal doesn't know how it happened, or when. Which is odd because she's the self proclaimed Molly Expert at camp, so you would think she would've noticed.

All she really knows is what's happening now. All she really knows is that panic she can't shake.

The rest of her friends are there in the forest too. Jo is standing her ground next to Mal, and April is on her other side somewhere halfway between ready to fight and stunned in disbelief, and Ripley is tucked underneath Mal’s arm with Bubbles on her shoulders wearing the most betrayed expression Mal has ever seen on a twelve year old. Why did Ripley have to see this?

Molly, in front of them, with feathers sprouting from her arms and legs, and scales forming up her feet. This crooked sort of grin on her face that didn't belong to her, and that sickening gold spreading through her lower jaw and up to her nose and mouth. Her eyes, once a brilliant shade of green that matches the leaves and the grass and the forest itself because Molly loved every bit of the forest so much that it was only fair she had a bit of it all to herself, were now that pale gold Mal was beginning to despise. The one that reminded her of greed and sickness. They had this strange sort of glossy sheen over them, like the person behind them wasn't present, or maybe the gold itself was the sheen. Even her voice was changed, because even if it was still there underneath it all, that deep gravelly voice that belonged to whatever lived behind the waterfall was overlaid on her voice, pervasively taking even that from her.

“What's wrong?”

Mal felt a chill run down her spine. A sort of fear she wasn't yet familiar with.

“What happened to you?” April asked with horror.

[bruciemilf]

It’s always “evil Superman!!!!” this, or “villain justice league!!!” that.

I want an AU of villain! Bruce who’s absolutely dog-shit at being evil.

Firstly: The worst thing he can think of doing is not donating to animal shelters or charities . immediately feels so guilty he throws up.

Secondly: The second a child cries because of him, he’d freeze up. Stand like a statue, unmoving and petrified. No more evil, but just today.

He ends up helping the city by accident more often than not, and to his immortal disappointment, Gotham loves both the Bat and Bruce Wayne.

“alfred come look at my evil plan”

“Yes, sir, “ Alfred is very indulgent. He does his best to pretend it’s actually good. “ ‘Don’t say please to the barista’. Getting bold, are we?”

EVERYTIME He and Clark meet and Bruce monologues about pulverizing him to dust, Clark (and the League) looks at him like this:

“I can make him worse,” GOOD FOR YOU!!! Clark can make him into his malewife and adopt his 7 evil sidekicks who actually know how to villain. Especially the little one.

[chez-cinnamon]

Some more AU design ideas, this time with Zooble and Queenie!!

Honestly loving them both even if they're first drafts-

And some bonus doodles!! Leaderboard for life.....

[bluegiragi]

reward (part 3)

(full comic on patreon)

[aveloka-draws]

If you've got the time for it, can we get a hight chart (measurements optional but would be nice) for the disciples? Maybe compared to the lamb so we've got a good view /imagination? I need to figure something out but kinda can't :'>

Thank you for the push to finally update my height ref sheet for the chrs (centimeters btw)

I'm only now realizing I've been drawing Webber smaller than he'd probably be? Oh well

[zillychu]

anyway this hhgu uu hhh this fic

(@moipale I'm sorry I drew fanart before even leaving a comment but that's just how possessed I was)

[baeshijima]

— stardust

the world is a vast place. in the grand scheme of things, humans are but a speck of dust; much like how you are sure you are nothing but a meagre speck of dust in the world he lives in, forever to be remained unseen. (if only you knew how you are the brightest star he'd ever laid his eyes upon.)

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 1.5k wc, royalty!au, contract marriage/marriage of convenience, fluff, smitten reca bc what would he be other than smitten, a little hint of bittersweet at the end if read between the lines aha...

A/N : ....i have a paper due monday. i havent started it. why do i do this to myself. (reca i love u can u not hear my cries and wails as fic after fic appears in my brain for u...)

Duke Reca of the northern territory; to many he is a well-accomplished noble, a young genius set for greater things, and the owner-slash-founder of the top theatre company. He is an idol — a role model to those who aspire to be more involved in the artistic side of the world.

To you, however, he is an absolute lunatic, the bane of your existence, and your contractual husband.

It's not like you had much choice. It was either: a) remain as a hollow puppet whose strings danced at your family's fingertips, or b) find some way to escape with outside power.

You, of course, chose the second option. Unfortunately, that somehow led to you meeting the young duke when out in the shopping district, trying to escape the suffocating presence of your family's knights accompanying you by running into a secluded alleyway, even if it was for but a momentary breather.

It was a whirlwind of a meeting... quite literally. Bodies flew; clothing tousled; breaths stolen. Well, at least for you it was like this. He, on the other hand, looked right as rain. (Lucky bastard.) You hadn't realised it was him at first, too absorbed in hasty apologies and the numbing bloom spreading across your backside like a wildfire (really, they ought to incorporate more padding in these flimsy clothes!), but when he uttered an apology of his own for not paying attention to his surroundings with an arm outstretched to help you stand, your mind all but blanked. What was someone of his status doing in a dingy alley? Didn't the newspapers report word of his self-confinement, having not stepped foot outside his manor in fervent preparation of his upcoming performance?

No, never mind all that; wasn't this a blatant opportunity being presented to you? An outside power that could help you escape the clutches of your family...

With gritted teeth, all sense of self-dignity was cast aside as you grasped his outstretched hand with both of your own, gazing into his widened eyes with your own narrowed ones.

"Your Grace, I know this is hardly the appropriate time nor place, but please... marry me!" Your words echoed within the enclosed space. Duke Reca blinked slowly down at you, and it was then you realised you never elaborated. "In... in a contractual marriage of convenience, of course."

"Oh?" he grinned, amusement and intrigue twinkling in his eyes. "And what is it you can offer me?"

"I..." Truthfully, there was nothing you could offer which would be beneficial to someone like him who had everything at the tips of his fingers. You were but a speck of dust in his world, merely floating and remaining unseen within his view. But even so, here you kneeled before him, his gaze wholly fixated on a speck of dust such as yourself. If nothing else, you at least had your desperation — a desperation to be your own person. "My lineage may be from that of a baron's, but I am confident I can be of use to you if you would permit it. So long as you accept my offer, I will do anything to aid you, whether that be through practical means or a performance you wish to see."

A beat of silence.

"Ha... haha... ahahaha!!"

And, as if things couldn't get any worse than a sore rear and disgruntled self, you were pulled out of your daze by a pair of gleaming carmine eyes, a maniacal grin, and his body, now kneeled just like you were, so very close to your own.

"That determination... how brilliantly you burn with such an expression!" The sheer glee which bled through his tone sent shivers down your spine, having never realised someone so esteemed had such a side to him. The duke breathed a breathy laugh and slightly backed up, his hands still holding your arms. "Alright, I look forward to seeing how brightly you will shine in your performance, my dear leading actor."

...Was it too late to back out and find an alternative solution?

Admittedly so, for the next thing you knew vows were declared and you were moved into the duke's residence. You could still remember your family's aghast expressions the moment you declared you were marrying Duke Reca and thus cutting ties with them. It was oddly freeing to see their contorted faces reveal their true nature.

Life as the duke's spouse was... something, to say the least. His servants and attendants almost seemed to have shed tears of joy at the revelation of their ever so lonely duke (their words, not yours) finally settling down and getting married, asking you questions such as how you both met, what drew you to their duke, who popped the question first, why you chose him of all people, so on so forth. It was... cosy. Something you admittedly weren't very accustomed to, but found yourself welcoming nonetheless.

One thing you never expected was for the duke to have a little pet of his own; a little toad dressed in a miniature beret and matching suit, at that. Assistant Director is what Reca had called her, and you think for someone so obsessed with the arts he ought to up his naming sense. She was also quite susceptible to compliments, something you discovered when commenting on the little toad's cute attire, with the duke's baffling translation of her bashfulness and her own compliment on your own looks. Apparently. You're not really sure, but you're inclined to believe it ever since she claimed a spot on your shoulder.

As the days-turned-weeks-turned-months bled into each other, you found yourself oddly lost at how well-adapted you have become of your new life and the duke's personality. From impromptu displays of affection both in and outside the manor to sporadic radio silence on his end when wholly consumed by his fervent passion for a project, you sometimes wonder just how you're still alive with the amount of heart attacks the man has given you.

But despite his... eccentricities, to put it lightly, there are times where you can't quite put a finger on certain expressions he would make when he thinks you're not looking. They're unlike his (once again, to put it very lightly) passionate eyes when rambling to you during mealtimes about an upcoming performance the troupe has; unlike the sheer mania he can exude when something truly sparks his inspiration; unlike the playfully smug grin he would give you when swooping down in dramatic flair to press a long kiss to the back of your palm; unlike the rare darkening of his expression that you cannot help but stiffen at when something or someone in the troupe doesn't quite match his expectations.

No. These ones are... soft. A kind of tenderness and unprecedented longing able to be identified if scrutinised close enough. It was evident in the ghost-like touches he would trail along your skin, as though afraid just a little more force would do irreparable damage. It was evident in the attention to even the most minute details, having everything from clothing to food to the decor suited to preferences you yourself never realised you had. It was evident in the way unadulterated fondness leaked through his tone when his unique terms of affection for you slipped through his lips when all was silent and you were supposed to be asleep.

"My dearest star..."

...Much like now, it would seem.

The bed dips by where your knees slightly bend, hidden under the beige covers. A familiar musky scent surrounds you not long after, and you find yourself involuntarily relaxing at the comfort it brings as your head further burrows into the pillow.

You want to stay awake, even if it's just for a second longer, to hear what he has to say to your less than conscious state. But, oh, his fingers threading through your hair and softly massaging your scalp and the gentle touch of his forehead against yours and the subtle comforting warmth that rolls off his body in waves does little to help you fight the sleep which easily takes over.

Oh, whatever! You'll just try and catch what he has to say next time.

Eventually your breathing evens out, only soft snores now heard within the large shared bedroom. Upon noticing this, Reca cannot stop the fond smile which lifts the corners of his lips, nor can he prevent the softening of his eyes as he continues to gaze at your sleeping form.

"My dearest [Name]," he whispers into the dead of night. Even now, several months later, he still cannot believe his luck to have run into you in that alleyway. It must have been fate which made him heed its call, urging him he would discover something sure to escape that terrible slump plaguing him for weeks on end.

Sure enough, it brought him to something irreplaceable; something he has been searching desperately for.

You.

And, with the tenderest of kisses pressed to your forehead that would put even the most sickening romantics to shame, he murmurs words of promise against your skin, an oath he swears to uphold no matter the obstacles which stand before him.

"In this life, I will ensure you have only the best of endings."

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[embraceyourdestiny]

Slay the princess is the exact kinda game where all of the fans should be making their own princesssonas and longquietsonas and self inserts and oc aus. this game is the kinda story meant to be reshaped and remolded and made into your own visage and we should be doing that. what is your version of the princess, what road do you take to get them, what does your long quiet look like, how perfectly do your ocs fit into the themes of this game? tell me, tell me, tell me!!!!

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

One Voice Day

Person A lives in a world where voices need to be bought and people aren’t born with one, so many poor families only buy one and share it between them, since only one person can use the voice at a time. Person A is trying to get a job to help support their family but all the applications say only applicants who have daily access to a voice can apply. Then they run into Person B, a black market voice dealer, who offers Person A a job working on a con to steal people’s voices for a cut of the profits.

Person A lives in an isolated society where magic is fairly common place but voices need to be bought and people aren’t born with one, so many poor families only buy one and share it between them, since only one person can use the voice at a time. Person A is trying to get a job to help support their family but all the applications say only applicants who have daily access to a voice can apply. Then they run into Person B, a black market voice dealer, who tells Person A they have found a place where people are naturally born with voices and will often trade these voices away for minor magical items and enchantments, and invites Person A to join their voice stealing con artist crew.

Person A lives in an isolated society where magic is fairly common place but voices need to be bought and people aren’t born with one, so many poor families only buy one and share it between them, since only one person can use the voice at a time. Person A is trying to get a job to help support their family but all the applications say only applicants who have daily access to a voice can apply. Then they run into Person B, a black market voice dealer, who tells Person A of places outside their homeland where people are naturally born with voices and will often trade these voices away for minor magical items and enchantments, since magic is forbidden in these places and thus the art of magic has been lost to time there - something that Person B claims was done to control the population. But as Person A spends time traveling the lands with Person B, they start to realize that they aren’t that fundamentally different than the people who have forgotten their magic but still have voices when Person C, a child from a speaking culture, joins their group and starts picking up how to do magic fairly easily. Since voices are needed for the more powerful spells, Person A starts to question if the lack of voices is really a natural phenomenon or merely a way for those in charge to stay in power.

[paper-lilypie]

something something gaining perspective

[swiftmitsu]

Killer’s after you.

watch yourself guys 🫵

EPIC VOICE BY @cj-does-va

(THANKS FOR LETTING ME USE YOUR AUDIO 💛)

[beddybites]

holds muichiro like this

[emthimofnight]

Here are some storyboards I did using AJ Michalka's voice, who is my voice claim for Stellar (my Sonadow fankid). Camellia is also here, but I imagine her voice claim being different. I am hoping to do a few storyboards featuring all of my fankids with their respective voice claims eventually!