SmilingPanda19
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He turns around, letting go of the mic. Little did he know it was still on. "Why hello sweetheart." His voice is soft. "Whats the matter?"
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*slides into profile*
HELLO WOULD YOU BE INTERESTED IN SINGING?
*twists neck 360*
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SmilingPanda19 replied to BlueWildRye's topic in 17th Shard Discussion
HUH BRO ITS JULY WHAT THE HEEEECK- -
HOW WOULD YOU FEEL ABOUT PARTICIPATING IN A GENDER SWAPPED MUSICAL???
*eye twitch*
*reaches through screen*
I NEED MORE PEOPLE OF THE MALE SPECIMEN
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I win. Goodbye.
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Would any epic saga fans be interested in helping create a genderswapped version of the epic sagas so far?
If you have a role you'd love to play please do tell, if you don't just send me a recording via disc (smilingpanda19_59259) or email ([email protected]) and I can help place you where you fit best
You must be willing to have your voice heard by others, possibly posted on an online platform such as disc or youtube and you have to be willing to record yourself singing.
There are no special requirements! Just keep the mental note of your range in mind, whats the best mic in your house, and the fact that its just a bunch of friends of mine (all from online) making this!
Some people that come to mind or participating are @Kajsa @The Aspiring Archivist @Lotus Blossom @SymphonianBookworm @Edema Rue @Cinnamon
HERES THE DOC: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BDE5wlSv-zWspNNtWd2Aa9S75S5iKbjfAcfK6TmzLtg/edit?usp=sharing
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I was just wondering why people are like
"Be careful what you wish for." but it finally clicked
The things you wish for aren't bad, but its who is willing to give you it who you have to be cautious of. Because everything has a price.
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@Spark of Hope @Wittles @The Wandering Wizard @J. Magi @Ancient Elantrian @Lotus Blossom @Experience @Edema Rue @BlueWildRye @shortcake @Wierdo @Through The Living Glass @Weaver of Lies @Cash67 YOU SEEM LIKE YOU GUYS WOULD LIKE THIS
A NEW EPISODE OF MY COMIC IS OUUUUTT AHHHHHHH HELLLLPPPP
https://www.webtoons.com/en/canvas/gray/breathing-blue-chapter-2/viewer?title_no=954590&episode_no=3
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“Pretty boy has to something eventually. This drama is all that’s keeping you two alive. If I let you off the hook you are both bound to die or murder.”
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“Don’t play games with me. I have sponsors coming in by the minute for this drama and both you and that stubborn boy are testing my patience. If things don’t speed up soon I’ll reconsider helping you both at all.”
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A small sly whisper circles around her neck, almost tickling her ear. "Angry are we now little birdy?" Emeric's voice whispers.
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An older man comes in, a woman following behind his every step. His slick black shoes tap along the hard floor as he walks. His head hangs low, like a sinner. He taps his calloused hand on the bar and under his breath he mumbles. "A beer will do." His voice is gruff, not a hint of kindess to it. He has dark blonde hair slicked with too much gel and ears pierced with black cross studs in them. You can see thick stubble along his chin and a rather prominent mustache glaze his upper lip. "Verona, find me a cigar." He waves his hand to the woman standing behind him. "Of course dear."
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OH MY CHICKEN NUGGETS I BELONG HERE! HI BESTIES!
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"I want you to threaten taking that lovely girl away from him... just a small threat. But... make him realize who he would be without her." It crackles and goes quiet.
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“I’ll watch over them. They will be safe.” He whispers into the microphone. “Just try your best to get both you and Prince Charming out alive… or at least one of you.”
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and the microphone whispers back, almost soothingly. "I know, but this is for you." Inside the box are a few small chocolates, a picture of her family together and a letter from them. There is a small note from Emeric, but it simply says 'Stay alive.' and nothing more. You've seemed to both pleased him and found yourself in a good position. He can sometimes have a tender heart if you look hard enough.
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a small package slowly floats down from the sky towards her.
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He whispers. "You know those two silly little lovebirds over there?" It was buried under a layer of skin and seemed pretty okay, no blood but slightly uncomfortable.
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As he smashes his microphone out a jolt of electricity goes through him. Suddenly his shirt shrivels on him and turns to ashes, blowing away like dust in the wind. He feels a mechanic from his pants reach a small wire up and he feels a sharp pain in his shoulder, pushing a small microphone into his skin. He hears it whisper. "Try and rip your skin off and more than just your shirt will disintegrate." His tone was harsh. His shoulder throbbed. She watches as his shirt suddenly disintegrates. "Possibly days worth of food... some kind of weapon..." His voice softens. "And possibly some form of... blessing to your family whether you live or die. On my word." He smiles behind the microphone. "You just have to do me a favor, not too difficult."
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Èmeric stares at the screen. His calloused hands folding over a smooth stone. It’s probably been smoothed over a long time by the crevices of his fingertips catching little bits of rock till it’s worn smooth. His eyes glow with the reflection of the screen. He’s been waiting, silently. He’s watching a story unfold among his characters, his players. He slowly picks his hand up and presses a small red button. Tinker’s light flickers on with his microphone. “You are an interesting person.” It goes quiet and a moment later flickers again. “You say you have no interest in your ‘ally’ yet you would run into a blazing fire to save her.” He smirks behind the microphone. ”Don’t act like I’m blind.” He smiles. “You only invited the poor boy to your group because she wanted him. I see the disgust on your face. You’ll have to murder him at some point, but you’ll do it for her.” It goes silent for a few seconds. “She only tells you her secrets because she trusts you to care about her even to her death.” It goes silent. @The Bookwyrm Suddenly a microphone by Roy’s ear turns on. “Hello. My name is Emeric.” He has a thick French accent. “And I am willing to make a deal.” @RoyalBeeMage @Spark of Hope @Edema Rue
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Hi guys! Sorry I’ve been really busy lately and lacking motivation to get on. I’ll try and be more active tho. I wrote a little something and I just thought I’d share so.
SpoilerIt’s easy for me to love the things you hate about yourself and I don’t know why.
The way you sound and the way you’re that kind of guy.
You like all the things I do.
We have a special connection.
Known each other for a while and shared a few secrets.
And all the while I haven’t judged you.
And I hope you haven’t judged me.
But I like the way you talk.
And maybe the way you walk.
I wish I could see it.
I like the way you write.
I like the way you word things.
I like the way we laugh, over the stupidest of things.
We think so much alike.
Like every time we talk it’s late in the night.
And you reach for a hoodie and we lay in our beds.
Just laughing and writing, letting the fantasy fill our heads.
But we are also different in many ways.
You live so so so far away.
You believe some different things than me.
You look at the world the way I can not see.
But even those things I somehow love…
I just don’t know if you could feel the same.
I don’t know if you’d still like me if you saw me.
I’m not exactly pretty or attractive in any way.
Would you like my hair? Or smile at my eyes?
There’s so many things that I don’t like about my smile.
But I feel like if we just stayed this way.
Then maybe we could find a way…
But it feels wrong.
I can’t speak my feelings.
They’re wrong.
I don’t know everything about you.
I don’t know who you even are.
But I feel a spark I wish I didn’t feel.
One that somehow travels across the country to where you are.
Cause I still remember you saying you felt it too…
But it can’t be.
Because we are so far away.
We don’t even know each other that way.
We can’t be like this at such a young age.
I wish it wasn’t true.
The way I feel.
The way I smile any time we talk.
Maybe we are just friends, and that’s all we’ll ever be.
Cause it would be wrong to feel differently.
So I’ll sit here and wait.
Maybe a few years.
Maybe an eternity.
I’ll probably shed a few tears.
We’ll probably find someone else.
I might just be desperate.
Or losing myself.
That’s okay.
That’s fine I guess.
I don’t understand.
But it doesn’t matter yet.
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A bowl of warm soup was in there along with a few bandages, with it came a note. ' Take care of her, prince charming. '
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Emerics voice buzzes into Tinkers ear. "I must say things are moving along, and not by force. You two have a... natural connection. I suggest you continue that, you'll like the results." A small beeping parachute drops from the sky. @The Bookwyrm
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@Spark of Hope @The Bookwyrm
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Sorry I've kinda been offline lately, I don't really feel like checking my notifs so I apologize, but if anyone needs me you can summon me now.
