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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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Livestreamer!Wanda continues her Asmr video…

Wanda: I think someone’s enjoying my livestream

She turns the camera so everyone can see Y/N asleep…

Wanda kisses them and throws a blanket over them.

Wanda: so concludes my asmr video. Good night detka

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akathecentimetre · 4 months

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I FICCED AGAIN. But this definitely requires some explanation.

Simply put, I am a huge nerd. I'm in a huge phase of a) adoring the music of Handel and b) adoring the skill of countertenor Iestyn Davies, and so a while back I wrote a thing about the sweet triad of Rodelinda (queen), Bertarido (her king/husband, incorrectly thought dead) and Unolfo (Bertarido's still-loyal counsellor). Davies has played both Unolfo - in the 2011 Met production of Rodelinda that informed that first fic - and Bertarido, as I heard him do at Carnegie Hall just last week and in several other productions.

The images above are from him playing Bertarido in an English National Opera (ENO) production from 2014. If anyone out there happens to know if a video of this show exists, I will literally kill for it. And here is a little fangirl take on the sheer awfulness that exists at the heart of this opera, regardless of its happy ending. Massive thanks, as ever, to @agarthanguide for being my best enabler.

Unolfo’s blood is drying on his palm, tacky, heavy as mercury. Bertarido closes his fist, and the tide crashes in. Gundeberto had always been the soldier of the three of them. His brother the king, The Avaricious; the crude hacker of limbs, the bloodletter. Eduige, stern and straight-backed, was more suited to politics, the game of shadows and false appearances. Bertarido had always felt himself the one left over, the reluctant ruler, the Platonic striver after moderation. Gundeberto had died as he lived, gasping and cackling through the blood in his mouth, while Bertarido had been swept away from him on the battlefield and left for lost as the corpses rotted and stank. Passive. Weak. Concerned overmuch with virtue. These epithets have followed him all his life. I shall string their guts along my gates, he thinks, and the words become fire within him as he stares at his trembling hand. Unolfo, his dearest counsellor, his only loyal friend. He had been warm to Bertarido’s touch when the wayward knife slipped between his ribs, his blood quickened, Bertarido now knows, by the excited hope of saving his sovereign. His own name, splattered across Unolfo’s shoulders, has been tainted by the dark fears that had grown around Bertarido in his prison, in the filthy, festering dungeon of his enemies’ making. They have done this. Bertarido whispers it to himself as he stalks through the palace, striding from shadow to shadow, his vision narrowing and swimming at its edges. He has spent months railing against fate, against fortuna, against unshaped forces he has until now believed ruled his destiny as it was sadly cut short. He believes that no longer. Them. Grimoaldo, the tottering, frightened, pathetic usurper. Garibaldo, the true cruelty behind the false king, shorn of principles, delighting in misery. He puts names to previously blank faces. These men, these horrors, are real. It was not Fortuna who put a knife to the throat of Bertarido’s son, who oppressed his cabinet and ignored his people. Who has done God only knows what to his wife. Bertarido nearly stumbles, his breath caught in his throat. The pain rises, choking, and he clutches at a nearby doorframe as he lets out a dry retch, wracked into immobility for a brief moment of his rampage. They must die. The words swim through him so naturally that, were he not so overwhelmed, he would chastise himself. Mercy be damned. Until this moment, sweet, melancholy daydreams of what should have been have always risen to the forefront of his thoughts. Rodelinda, resplendent, smiling gently, maternal, catching his eye in a flash of passion as Flavio, dutiful and strong, nods to him. Unolfo hovering, immaculate as ever, promising and providing stability. His mind reaches, grasps – but it is gone, the peaceful world of his past shattered. Bertarido takes in a sharp breath, and something within him mocks all his hopes; mocks the very idea that it could ever have been thus again, what with everything that has happened in between. His bare, torn feet have somehow known where to take him. He stands back at the threshold of the dungeon, staring at the cooling pool of blood where Unolfo had so recently lain. Someone else has been here since – he can see other footprints on the grimy floor – but he cares not to speculate on who it might have been. Bertarido leans down; hefts the sword that was so recently pressed with glee against his own chest, the absurd weight of it. They will pay for what they have taken from me. His God is a forgiving one, he has been told. He turns away to seek his quarry, and sets out to put his reputation to rest.

#written by Caz #fanfiction #opera #operablr #handel #rodelinda #iestyn davies #The Lad #I literally wrote this while livestreaming the Messiah at Trinity Wall Street #can you feel the nerdiness?!?

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dogoodweirdly · 10 months

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DO GOOD WEIRDLY, MID-YEAR SESSION!

WE'RE BACK! On JULY 1ST, 2023, you'll be welcomed to another year of Do Good Weirdly, the fandom event where authors and artists livestream to support their chosen causes--from medical help, to LGBTQIA+ support, to nature preservation!

With fandoms ranging from FFVII to Bananafish, Hotline Miami to TGCF, and many many more, everyone is welcome in the attempt to make our world a little better, in as strange and joyful a way as possible! Learn more or sign up to participate at: https://dogoodweirdly.carrd.co/

#dogoodweirdly #dgwMidyear23 #fanfiction #fanart #charity event #charity livestream

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ravenw1ngs · 4 months

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I think one of the biggest challenges of creating fan content (especially long form like multichap fics or animatics) for stories told through the medium of livestreams is how quickly new source material is produced.

It’s exciting because there’s always new content to build off of, but it makes it more difficult to finish projects that are rooted in canon that’s no longer “up-to-date”. Even ignoring the shifts in canon, individual characterization and relationships can change so much in such a short time and it can be hard to go back to that headspace. You take a break for a couple of weeks and everything changes.

#qsmp #this isn’t even mentioning the fact that it’s so easy to get overwhelmed in ideas #because there is so much to work with in such a short span of time #unlike books/movies/video games/etc. where new content is only released once a year #there are so many unique factors that affect the way we interact with livestream storytelling #and as a storyteller I find that so fascinating #I haven’t talked much about fanfiction on here but I think about it a lot #qsmp fanfiction

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indigosabyss · 26 days

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livestreaming writing the next chapter for myriad, a Gwenpool fan fiction. Come by. I'll drop a link here to the chapter once it's posted.

#gwen poole #gwenpool #livestream #fanfiction #fanfic

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motherkatereloyshipper · 5 months

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Saturday's stream we are trying a new timing. so 22:00 GMT that's 17:00 EST and we are going 2 hours, not 3, if you'd like your fic read live on the stream submit here:

-I am not an affiliate, I am not getting ad revenue-

#fanfiction #streaming #livestream

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jezziepoploves · 1 year

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Adrift

I couldn’t sleep so have some Emet ficness I spewed out while trying to make myself tired lmfao

Kinda like if the same thing happened to the WoL as Y'stola did (She goes Wheeee into the stream~) - how Emet would possibly react v: I dont normally write so please forgive any errors @v@ ... I also probably have an odd writing style, but I hope it's enjoyed. I probably also shouldn't have to mention to please not post this anywhere else without my permission ;v;

------- He tried to ignore the familiar colored soul drifting through the stream. It couldn’t have been you. You- the hero of Eorzea and the East. You- who had fell countless enemies- primals- near gods. Nay, that couldn’t be you.

And even if it was you, shouldn’t this make him happy? The Champion of Eorzea no longer a threat to his plans for the rejoining. He should be happy.

Then why did he feel such… a loss? Anxiety? Pulling at his chest?

He turned his slumped back away from the stream, your soul gently drifting through it.

The next few days were torture for him. Any attempt to banish the thought of the familiar soul from his mind failed. He found himself nibbling- biting- at the seams of his glove as he stared at nothing.

Surly that wasn’t you.

To prove it to himself- he paid visit to those who glared at him. Your friends and the Crystal Exarch- although the words he caught before they realized he had arrived caused no relief from the anxiety pooling in his chest.

You were missing. And had been missing for a few days. It was unlike you to leave without a word to at least one of them.

Putting on his usual airs, he played it off fairly well, hiding his concern and taunting the others. Oh what would they do without you?

He smirked as the Exarch tried to hide his clenched jaw in the shadows of his hood- obviously feeling worried and guilty if you had actually met your end here in the First. Guilt that he called you here just to meet your end.

With a huff and one last taunt, he waved to the now agitated group as he vanished, but he wasn’t just going back to his recreated home. No, he found himself slumped, standing where he first had seen your soul adrift, eyes scanning. Eventually they did land on that beautiful color, and slowly reached his hand out.

Should he do this? You would get in his way again. You would cause trouble and problems… but soon those thoughts got shoved to the back of his mind… and he snapped.

You had to be as careless as that Miqo'te. Or maybe just somehow lucky. Your body and self were pulled from the stream as easily as picking a flower and gently floated before him.

It was now that he hesitated- eyes landing on a spot normally covered by your armor… a birthmark that he long recognized.

Out of all the thousands of years and many more heartbreaks- nothing could have prepared him for the cruel reality that you were in fact… his dear Azem.

He clenched his teeth and tore his eyes away from your form- snapping once again to give you decency. He then paused, not trusting himself to hold you.

Could he let you go if he did?

His hands shaking, he reached out and took your limp form in his arms, holding the majority of you to his chest as he let out a shaky breath. You were not whole. Sundered. Ugly.

He kept telling himself this but the gentle breaths you took against him, and your peaceful face had his thought spinning.

Until your eyes cracked open barely, trying to focus on the face the warm embrace that held you belong to. His eyes were focused on you- preparing another taunt- about how the great hero-

Your lips cracked and moved, and he thought his heart would stop the moment he saw his true name form soundless on your lips.

The name you had called him countless times before- back when the world was right and unsundered.

Hades

His words caught in his throat and before he could react-- respond- you had passed out once more.

He stood there for a long while- holding your body gently- mind whirling. No. It wasn’t possible you remembered. He did not see correctly.

He clenched his jaw again as he opened a portal and stepped through- entering the room at the Pendants. This is where you stayed wasn’t it?

He gently laid you down and stared for a moment longer before pulling himself away and vanishing, shoulders slumped even more than they have been. A memory weighing heavier than usual.

You awoke quite some time later, confused to how you were in your room. Did one of your friends find you and bring you back? You would have to ask later. It only added to the confusion when you did see them again- and none of them had brought you back- nor knew you were in your room- not even the roomkeep.

A hazy memory was there but it was out of reach- like a dream slipping away.

And then it vanished.

#emet x wol #Emet x Reader #Hades x wol #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #fanfiction #angst #one-shot #How you ended up in the livestream is up to your imagination :V #i'm actually really nervous to post this lmfao

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incorrect-fanfiction-quotes · 11 months

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Sirius: Harry! Harry, come quick!

Harry, currently hungover because Voldemort got extremely drunk the night before: What?

Sirius: They’re killing Pettigrew! On live stream.

Harry: Oh, fuck, Sirius… I know you wanted to be the one to kill him—

Sirius: No, that’s not the point. I could win his head!

Harry: Excuse-moi? Did I hear that right? Where do we sign up?

#fanfiction #incorrect quotes #read on ao3 #harry potter #sirius black #dark livestream #this is my second time reading it #I absolutely lost it for hours on end the first time around #dark humor #death #murder #revenge

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cq-studios · 9 months

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And Writing KHUX Fanfic with the Chat is now live!

Join me here

#khux #kingdom hearts #kh fic #kh fanfiction #livestream #kh livestream

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roguelibrarian · 4 months

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Gonna be a bitch about bad Star Wars takes again.

One of my biggest Star Wars fandom pet peeves is how people will insist that Padmé obviously didn't know she was having twins (and then use that assumption to make big sweeping statements about how Reproductive Healthcare In the GFFA Is Cartoonishly Bad And It's All The Jedi's Fault Because Reasons).

Because there's literally nothing indicating she didn't know and the only person who's even remotely surprised by the droid using the word "babies" plural is Obi-Wan who of course had no reason to know she was having twins.

And idk I think it just makes sense that they didn't have her look at the camera and announce to the audience that she was having twins because the audience already fucking knows because this story is a prequel to that whole other trilogy about said twins and their adventures.

It's just one of those little things about the fandom that drives me completely insane every time I think about it.

#''but she and obi-wan were friends she would have told him!'' no. fuck off.#they are nowhere *near* as close in canon as fanfiction consistently portrays them #and also padme was literally carrying out a secret affair with obi-wan's padawan #of course she's not telling him shit are you kidding me??#''i just realized that padme never saw an ob through her entire pregnancy smh the lack of basic healthcare in the gffa''#hello yes are you aware that this is a story and not a livestream of actual events????#are you aware that things happen that aren't shown on screen??#we never see padme go to the bathroom either does that mean bathrooms don't exist in the star wars universe???#rogue rambles #secret sw posts tag #fandom kvetching

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starri-shattered · 1 year

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PLEASE reblog so we can get a better sample size, thank you <3

#Polls #tumblr #tumblr polls #reblog #fanart #fanworks #fanfiction #ao3 #fanfiction.net #archive of our own #wattpad #thank you #post #video blogging rpf #youtube #twitch #livestream #streamer #twitch streamer

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lemonlimevio · 1 year

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I am posting my dreams of a Kid Icarus movie since the Mario Movie did so well. None of this will happen btw

-An Office-style parody where they (IDK who. Maybe the Smash narrator lol) get Palutena alone to interview her in front of a Smash Bros. stage where Link is kicking Pit's ass (again). She is holding a bucket of popcorn. Pittoo and Viridi are in the bleachers crying with laughter. Luigi is looking at them both with concern

-Pit has a 3DS and is constantly talking about his Nintendogs

-Dark Pit also has a 3DS and is always bragging about how many more Nintendogs points he has than Pit

-Palutena refers to Hylia as her cousin one (1) time. She does not elaborate no matter how much Pit pleads for context

-Discord voice call noises when a God or Goddess uses telepathy on Pit or Pittoo

-Several jokes from Viridi about how Palutena can't cook. Palutena always has a comeback about how she didn't try to destroy the world and everyone just looks at each other. Besides Viridi who is quick to call her bluff

#i saw mario play kid icarus and was like “this is a sign”#please let there be a kid icarus movie nintendo ill give up my first born to have ali hillis and antony del rio reprise their roles #they want more kid icarus anyway you SAW their 10 year kiu livestream #i need the movie to be goofy though #serious and kid icarus are antonyms #the only one of these i can see being canon is the nintendogs part #but the smash bros break would be SO funny to me #i may write a fanfiction on it #i can picture it so clearly #elospeaks

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jerseyguy27 · 1 year

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Greetings all! I made this account long time ago when I was on Google plus but, hardly ever use it. I have it linked to IG so when you see a post it comes from there. Actually, I even forgot this app even existed! lol 😂

I hear it’s trying to make a come back, and some friends of mine have joined it recently. So nu, I might give it a shot. I don’t know what I will post though, I do blog and vlog elsewhere. I will see if I can post my linktree here, then you can see.

Little about me, I am a live streamer on a app called 17LIVE I do mix content like, cooking, hiking, chatting about random stuff, play some games, mainly trivia, hangman, etc I blog about tea, hiking. I’m a freelance photographer so, photography plays a role even on my streams ☺️👍✌️✨

I write on wattpad, nothing published yet! But, stay tune! 😁

Biggest goal is still to travel around the world 🌎 and get a boat ⛵️ Already have the name for it. And if Elon can, just give me a ticket to Mars after that, that would be greatly appreciated 🖖😁✨

Anyhoo, Will post more later. Nice to meet you!

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thekadster · 2 years

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cliquetober day 13 & 14: water & moon (a twenty one pilots drabble)

Fandom: Twenty One Pilots

Word Count: 412

Trigger Warnings: None!

Author’s Notes: Based on the livestream version of Heathens/Trees and the whole idea that the livestream happened in Tyler's head.

❝ Tyler took a breath of the cool evening breeze.

He would stay here forever if he could, but reality was different.❞