#1. some people got lucky and got the angel cards through the free seals

[rimeiii]

I hate beating up a dead horse (and in fear of incurring the wrath of the fandom once more) but the way WHB handles content warnings is just...

Where are the detailed content warnings? Not just for the angels, but for everything? Because honestly, I think the game would've garnered less backlash for having them - a "this game is made for mature audiences, viewer discretion is advised" screen before logging in would be the bare minimum honestly.

Say what you want about the angel cards including dub/non-con content and the cards themselves veering towards that sort of territory but at least give a fucking warning about it? I've always criticized the devs for not having 18+ rating all across the board when clearly mature games like Limbus Company get the 18+ rating. If WHB is NSFW because of the sex and kinky stuff, Limbus is NSFW because of the immense amount of gore and dark content.

"But they have content warnings-" ONLY FOR SEX. AND PAIRED WITH 16+.

It would be perfectly reasonable to assume that, for people who played this game without following any of the pre-release contents, with this combination THERE WON'T BE ANY DETAILED DUB/NON-CON.

This is in Indonesia's Google Play Store, and if it's different in other regions, then it also begs the question - why the FUCK is it not just rated 18+ across the board?!

Limbus Company, the closest comparison I can think of being with their devs (Project Moon) also being a Korean indie company that created a gacha with mature content that has a staff team the size of a high school class (in fact I wager Limbus has less staff working on the game because around half of their staff works almost exclusively at their merch café), only had warnings for extreme violence and strong language, but at least they had the decency to put more warnings in their earliest trailers and the game website - and it's always common courtesy in the fandom to warn potential players with one particular image I'll show down below, containing a list of the game's content warnings.

Oh, and they're rated 18+ across the board, including a Mature Content Description on Steam.

And sure, you can make the argument of "well you know what you're getting into upon looking at the card art", but therein lies the issue of not warning at the very start of the game - nobody knew for sure what triggers would be in the game upon startup.

Whatever way you slice it, dub/non-con is a genuine trigger for other people despite it also being a kink (I personally don't get it and it's a no-no for me even in fiction, but you do you). Adding clear content warnings would literally harm no one and helps people avoid things they know they don't want to consume. Yes, despite the in-game context clues providing hints, a clear indicator is still preferable.

Take, for example, the Lobelia summer skin controversy in Granblue Fantasy. People already know Lobelia as the twisted Evoker who not only murdered his own parents but recorded their dying screams of pain in his conch shells, doing the same thing to his countless victims afterwards. All of this is mentioned during the Fate Episodes to recruit him. You want to know the problem with his summer skin, Danger Beckons by the Shore, though?

There's a home screen voiceline where he offers one of his conch shells for the player to listen to, wherein you will hear the pained and tortured screams of one of his victims as she's attacked and later on eaten alive by a shark. Keep in mind, this sort of voiceline wasn't even in his base art, and while his Fate Episodes had tortured screams it wasn't even half as bad as this particular voiceline.

It's even given a content warning in the wiki.

For a rather significant amount of players who bought the skin, the inclusion of this voiceline despite the subtle warning in the skin blurb (which, fyi, is only accessible AFTER you bought the skin) hampers their enjoyment of the skin when they put it on their home screens then tap Lobelia - which many people who get character skins do. Mostly because there wasn't any clear indicator of the scream and a lot of people never appreciated the sudden jumpscare scream. The fact that Lobelia is a psychopath and doing this shit is in character for him should also be able to stand together with the fact that including a scream out of nowhere is pretty scummy and not a good time. Especially for non-JP speaking players, who essentially got jumpscared by a scream out of nowhere, as they never understood the fact that Lobelia was offering one of his conch shells.

Back to the rating issue, though. Why not rate WHB as 18+ if you're going to include content that could very much be considered controversial, like non-con? Like, say, Limbus Company (which I hate bringing up again bc fuck kjh)? Which not only has the warnings in the app store but plastered in the earliest trailers (still viewable on Steam and Project Moon's YouTube channel but not on the Google Play Store) and the official game website?

And sure. Some of these trigger warnings sound silly (reference to traffic accidents is more or less Charon driving Mephi like a maniac iirc based on the content we already have in the game). But I did genuinely appreciate the warning because let's talk about the first three Cantos after the prologue, hmm?

Canto 1 already includes cannibalism, war, torture, and body modifications, among other things! Canto 2 has references to alcohol and gambling, as well as mentions of homicide - despite being a lighter Canto overall! And in Canto 3, we experienced discriminatory violence, more body modifications, enforced ideologies and/or actions, and religious torture and violence among other things!

I can stomach gore easier compared to non-con and even I appreciate the warning, particularly with regards to Canto 3. Kromer's fascination with everything pure (i.e. no body modifications), all stemming from seeing...something...in the basement of Sinclair's old mansion, the cult behaviour that led to mass murder and torture by the faction she leads (up to and including brainwashing as detailed by Kleinhammer Heathcliff's Identity story) Kromer's obssession with Sinclair and him standing beside her as an ally...it's all genuinely so unnerving, and are story beats the game handles really well despite how disturbing it all really is when you stop and think about it.

"But you should've known considering the game's aesthetics-"

Maybe, especially considering one of Gregor's launch cards is literally this, and most if not all Uptie II arts are gory at the very least.

However, again, I have to underline the importance of content warnings - this time with an irl example.

I have a friend who was interested in Limbus Company. I've talked extensively about Gregor and how much I love him, and it started because I have a drawing I made of him in the back of my phone case and Liu Gregor's Uptie II art as my phone background at the time. They said they were interested, then I had to explain the sorts of contents she would encounter in my native language, Indonesian.

"Blood and gore, violence, a lot of mental health issues - Gregor has PTSD and his chapter depicted it pretty well, human experimentation, homicide, so Nagel und Hammer is basically the Inquisition and kills people to 'purify' them, oh yeah cannibalism is also a thing-"

"Stop, stop, I'm not playing if that's the content I'm going to see. I don't think I can handle it."

This same friend was also interested in playing If On a Winter's Night, Four Travelers - a free point-and-click adventure game that deals with themes like depression, homophobia, racism, and suicide. She was willing to try that game out because it wasn't as gory as Limbus Company. For context, the Mature Content Description for this game on Steam:

In both cases, I had to personally explain the content warnings in Indonesian since my friend isn't the most fluent in English and she has a far lower limit for dark content compared to me, but I did send that image of content warnings for Limbus Company and urged people to read the Mature Content Descriptions on Steam for anyone who wanted to try any of the two games and is fluent in English. Why?

Because it's basic human decency to try and keep people informed of any potential triggers and content they might not be comfortable seeing.

Either way, main takeaway from this issue:

Dub/non-con might be your kink, but it might not be for others - it might be uncomfortable or downright triggering as all hell for others, in fact. So, clear content warnings (in particular for any and all triggering content) harm nobody, especially as it helps people avoid story beats where their turn-offs and, more importantly, their triggers.

[wildedaisies]

INTRODUCING. DAISY 

NAVIGATE.

About

Visage

Musings

Melodies

Aesthetics

BASIC STATS.

FULL NAME: Daisy Mae Wilde

NICKNAME(S): Dais 

AGE: 26 years old.

BIRTHDAY: December 16, 1994.

GENDER: Cis Woman

PRONOUNS: She / Her 

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

BIRTHPLACE: Dallas, Texas

CURRENT LOCATION: Catalina Island, California

OCCUPATION: Bartender for Luau Larry’s / Intuitive Reader (Online)

MARITAL STATUS: Single.

PETS: 2 cats

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

HEIGHT: 5′3

WEIGHT: 114 lbs

HAIR LENGTH / COLOR: Just below her shoulder & dark brown with rose gold highlights.

EYE COLOR: Light brown

PIERCINGS: 1 in each lobe, 3 both upper helix, 1 in left nostril.

TATTOOS: She has a small infinity symbol on her left wrist. A large watercolor compass tattoo with the inscription “Not all who wander are lost” on stretching across her shoulder blades. She has a collection of small constellations running down the back of her left leg featuring Sagittarius, Pisces, and Leo. 

ETHNICITY: Black, White, & Indigenous Canadian

LIFE IN DEPTH.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: child neglect and somewhat abuse 

Daisy Mae Wilde knows absolutely zero things about her birth parents. It was a closed adoption and her adoptive parents pulled all the strings they could to ensure that any and all information regarding her existence before them was sealed away permanently.

She however does know that she was just under a year old when they brought her into their family. Growing up Daisy  thought she was rather lucky. And in some ways she absolutely was. At least she had a home where things like food, water, and shelter were never in question. At least she wasn’t being bounced around from foster home to foster home. She had two very wealthy parents who gave her anything and everything she could ever want as a little girl. She was a spoiled princess.

However, as she got older and she began to grow into her own person she started to realize that she didn’t want to be this perfect socialite princess that her mother was grooming her to be. The idea of being just another shallow future trophy wife was as appealing to her as sardines on pizza. That is not at all.

But it wasn’t until she wandered into a metaphysical shop one day while playing hooky from her elite Dallas private school that she actually wanted to be started to click into place. Something about that little shop just felt right. She ended up going home with a couple of books (one on finding her inner goddess and another about tarot, oracle, and astrology) and her very first tarot deck.

Daisy began her journey of self-exploration all the while her parents continued to force her into their vision of the perfect daughter. She wore the prim and proper clothes and went to all the charity galas and made nice with the children of her parents ‘friends’. She even took part in the debutante balls and the stupid beauty pageants that her mother loved so much.

But as she grew closer to adulthood, Daisy was beginning to feel suffocated more and more. She also began to realize how wrong her parents were in the way they had raised her. It wasn’t okay that 90% of the time they ignored her and left her to be raised by the staff only to bring her out to show off as their perfect daughter whom they rescued from “a potential life on the streets” when it suited them. Nor was it okay for her mother to lock her in a dark closet whenever she disobeyed them even slightly.

Needless to say, that realization is what lead to her hauling ass out of Dallas the day she turned eighteen. She’d been saving up most of her ‘monthly allowance’ since she was a young teen though she hadn’t originally intended for it to be a nest egg for that reason, it paid off in the end. Her first stop was New Orleans where she spent almost a year immersing herself in local culture and nightlife. From there she took off to Miami and then up to Atlanta and eventually she made it to New York where she spent a few months before moving on to Chicago. 

She had this wanderlust deep within her veins that caused her to almost itch with the need to keep moving. She stayed in Seattle for only a month before the need to bolt filled her. She made her way through California and spent a few weeks in Los Angeles before realizing the huge city was its own kind of stifling. Plus the traffic absolutely sucked.

It was as she was about to start heading East again that Daisy decided to take a day trip to Catalina Island. And as she took the ferry ride over a sort of calm began to settle within her. Something about the island called to her and if she didn’t know any better she’d almost say it was like coming home. That feeling only increased as she spent the day sunbathing on the beach, poking her head into cute little shops, and exploring the beautiful island. 

And so what began as one last Californian hoorah led to Daisy feeling like perhaps this was where she was meant to stay. At least for a little while. Certainly, that itch would show back up some months down the line urging her to move on, but until then she decided Catalina Island was for her. At first, she was staying at a beautiful hotel but once she made the decision to stay she found an adorable loft in Lafayette Square that felt more like home than any place ever had before. She even decided to take up a part-time job as a bartender at a cute little tiki bar that she fell in love with.

STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Adventurous | Effervescent | Humorous 

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Flighty | Overemotional | Reckless

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good.

WESTERN ZODIAC: Sun - Sagittarius | Moon - Pisces | Rising - Leo

She’s a complicated little thing. She’s a wild child through and through with a heart of gold. She’s a mess inside out but is always wearing a smile and telling you it’s gonna be okay no matter how bad things get. But there’s always been just a bit of aching sadness underneath all her happy smiles and positive attitude. And if she’s honest with herself some anger too. Anger that her childhood wasn’t what it should have been and that she knows deep down the reason she keeps running from city to city is because she’s terrified of once again feeling trapped like she was back home by her parents. Deep down she wants to belong somewhere but she doesn’t know how to differentiate between belonging somewhere and being trapped somewhere just yet. Daisy also has an intense amount of empathy in the way that she can easily attune herself to the emotions projected by other people. This can lead to her own emotions being compromised. Though over time she’s gotten better control of it, it can still hit her pretty hard if she’s already feeling emotionally vulnerable at the time. 

THE LITTLE THINGS.

She’s deathly allergic to wasps and bees

She’s absolutely a little bit pretentious (in that hippie free love kinda way) lol but I swear she’s got a heart of gold. She’s just in her own head a bit sometimes and is too impulsive to think logically half the time. 

Daisy is the kind of girl that falls in love very easily. Though it’s a superficial kind of love. Always surface level and anytime either of them starts dive to deep she panics and finds reasons to end the relationship ultimately breaking her own heart and sometimes theirs as well. 

She likes to dance around in socks while cooking or baking and often has her own little spontaneous dance parties.

She has two cats, a sweet smokey gray girl named Cinder and grumpy boy named Tigger. One might assume that having a pair of cats as your travelling companions wouldn’t work out too well, but you’d be surprised at how well they do. Though it’s no surprise to Daisy she did find them stranded as kittens at a truck stop in New Jersey of all places. 

Daisy does online general pick-a-card tarot readings on YouTube but also has a website where she sells personalized readings and it has a little shop where she sells healing crystals, essential oils, candles, and other spiritual tools. Though she does dream of one day having her own physical shop once she's ready to settle down. One just like the cute little shop she'd wandered into almost a decade before. 

Her favorite time of day is sunset. She loves watching the colors light up the horizon as the day ends. She believes that no matter how bad her day has gone just the fact that there’s still something beautiful to witness is enough to keep her going.

She has a minor obsession with butterflies. She’s all about change and new beginnings and since butterflies are a symbol of this concept she’s high key obsessed. 

She is highly claustrophobic. 

The end of spring and beginning of summer is her favorite time of year. She loves all the beauty that spring brings but she also can’t help but love the way summer makes her feel so free. She’s not cooped up in her apartment just to stay warm, she can go out and do all the adventure-y things she wants in the summer.

It should come as no surprise that some of her favorite colors are the shades of the sunset. She loves pinks, purples, and oranges. But if you really want to know her absolute favorite shade? It’s rose gold. 

[kpop-wetdreams]

“With Authority from the Republic of Dab Of Course”

Author: KPop-Wetdreams

Pairing: BamBam x Reader [oneshot]

Rating: R

Warning: Explicit Sexual Content

Word Count: 5,451

It was finally happening. You didn’t know how long you had been waiting for this moment. You could still remember the moment you and your friends were sitting in front of your respective laptops all frantically refreshing the damned ticketmaster website.

“IT’S HAPPENING PEOPLE. IT’S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW. IT’S LIVE IT’S LIVE GO GO GO!” one of your friends screamed at the top of her lungs as you all tried to furiously secure tickets to the only GOT7 show in your city.

“HELL TO THE YES BITCHES. WE ARE GOING TO GOT7 AND WE ARE GONNA BE TOUCHING US SOME KPOP IDOLS!” You scream as your transaction finally cleared, securing not only just tickets to GOT7 but also to the hi-touch fan meeting afterwards as well. All your dreams were finally coming true. The plan had been the same since you first became an Agahase. Step 1) Meet/Attend GOT7. Step 2) Make BamBam fall in love with you. Step 3) You guys get married and you live happily forever after in your castle. Well, probably his castle. Someone’s castle. You guys could work out the details afterwards on which castle would be your permanent home and which one would be your summer castle later on your honeymoon.  

It would be two months before you get to see your ultimate bias, BamBam, or as the hardcore die-hard dab dabs know him as Kunpimook Bhuwakul, but it wouldn’t matter! It wasn’t just a dream anymore. It was just a matter of time and you had already been waiting what seemed like forever so what was a little bit more?

Time flew by but at the same time, also managed to pass like molasses. On one hand, it would only be a few short weeks until you needed to be at your ultimate BamBam catching aesthetic but also, how had only 5 minutes passed since you last checked your watch?

“I really need to stop looking at my phone… or the wall clock… or my watch.” You mumble to yourself. You were an adult. You were a strong, confident, sassy full grown human who was an asset to society! Then why was in it the face of BamBam and all his ridiculous antics you were reduced to that 15 year old screaming fan? Maybe it’s those lips. You thought to yourself trying to rationalize why this boy… no… this man had the effect on you that he did. It would be agonizing but surely as the sun rises after it sets, time did pass and it was finally the night before the concert.

You had the perfect outfit. Everything planned to the last minute detail as you laid on your bed face mask firmly adhered to your skin. You couldn’t even put into coherent words how excited you were to finally meet the man, the legend, the Bam to the Bam! You squealed and flailed happily on your bed, GOT7, the soundtrack to your life, playing in the background.

“One more night. One brief moment of sleep and then it will be B-Day!” You mumbled happily through the face mask trying not to disturb it too much with your excitement. You whip through the rest of your nightly routine once the facemask was finally peeled off your visage and disposed of. You wanted to get a full night’s rest because whatever was going to happen tomorrow would be exhausting, one way or another.

As night became day and day quickly faded back to the night and everything seemed surreal. You felt like you had been on autopilot all day all so you can save your energy for this moment. The music, the bass, the energy of your follow Agahse as you all screamed in tandem the fan chants to support your boys, this was it! You and your friends gush, screaming, and all cheering for your individual biases. It was a miracle that somehow none of your close friends biased the same member but maybe that’s what made you close friends! You all shared similar interests but were unique and had your very own tastes. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander amidst the screaming and the bass on your eardrums.

How would he taste? You wonder, biting the bottom of your lip gently. Probably a little salty… he’s so… sweaty. You gave yourself a slight shake of the head trying to dispel the naughty thoughts but the way he was moving on stage was definitely not helping. He’s trying to kill me I swear to God…. those body rolls though… You bite down on your bottom lip a little harder than you meant to and you can taste the slight tang of metal on your tongue but you didn’t care. You were too excited to be concerned.

The concert was as amazing as you thought it would be. GOT7 didn’t let you down at all and they had exceeded every single expectations you had and you were completely blown out of the water. Despite the concert portion of the night being over, your heart refused to calm down. You felt like you were probably crossed with a rabbit at some point in your genealogy and cursed that damned rabbit for the speed in which your heart was trying to ram blood through your veins.

You hopped from foot to foot as you stood in line, waiting for it to move. The moment you saw him sitting at the table between Yugyeom and Jackson you thought you were going to pass out. You forgot how to breathe and didn’t realize until your lungs were burning, screaming for oxygen. You inhaled loudly as your friends looked at you with concern painted over their faces.

“..._____ are you going to be ok? Are you actually going to be able to make it to go see him?” they asked, regarding you carefully.

You nodded furiously. “Yes. Yes. I’m ok. I AM ok. More than ok! I’m going to marry that man… or at least fuck his brains out.” you said confidently. Your friends laugh. It wasn’t something they hadn’t heard before and if they were all being honest with themselves they knew they’d fuck their biases in a heartbeat too.

You fidgeted with your hair and biting your bottom lip as you progressed slowly through the line. You died a little as you met every member that you had only dreamed of ever conversing with… and you were slowly getting closer to him. At one point your eyes met and your breath hitched in your chest. You were unable to tear your eyes away and he didn’t bother to look away. When his lips twitched into a smirk at you, you felt a blush bloom across your features and you finally look down at your hands. You quickly thank Jin Young for his time and high five him as you move to Jackson. Jackson was bright was ever, talking to you casually in english. It made you laugh when he called you his ‘homie’, his ‘home slice’. You tried to thug it up for Jackson which made him laugh and happily pose for a picture shooting you hearts. You giggle and thank him when you were given the sign to move on.

You knew it as soon as his eyes landed on you. His gaze settled on you and you felt him engulf you whole despite the distance between you and the fact that there was no physical contact between you, at least, not yet. You were absent mindedly chewing on your bottom lip again not noticing that no words had been exchanged between the two of you yet when you watched BamBam lean out of his hair and reach out his arm towards you. You stood frozen in place, unable to move as he tugged your bottom lip free with his thumb gently. His hand felt so warm cupped against your cheek and as soon as it was there, it was gone again.

“You shouldn’t do that.” He said, eyes twinkling with mirth and mischief. You nodded slowly. Your brain apparently had decided that this was the perfect time to practice its impression of your appendix (which was removed when you were 7). You opened your mouth hoping some clever quip would tumble out but what he said next made you forget how to breathe.

“If anyone is going to be biting that luscious bottom lip it’s going to be me.”

I’m dead. I am actually dead. I died at some point and went to heaven. Maybe I got hit by a car doing that sketchy jaywalk earlier to make my train… This has to be -- I have to be dead. This can’t be real. You internally monologue to yourself. You only realize your mouth was hanging open when you felt the uncomfortable feeling of your mouth drying out. You quickly close your trout mouth.

“I -- um--- you. YOU’RE MY ULTIMATE BIAS AND I LOVE YOU AND YOU’RE JUST SO YOU KNOW. YOU’RE JUST SO YOU.” You frantically gestured to all of him realizing at that horrifying moment that you were being too loud. You were actually physically assaulting him with your voice. Ok. Nevermind. I am dead now. Now for sure. You confirmed, nodding slowly.

BamBam laughed, his platinum hair shaking slightly. “Do you have one of those, fansign books or something?” he asked curiously.

You nod once more not trusting yourself to speak, meekly offering him the photo book for their  most recent album. You had been blessed by the Gods and they had granted you the BamBam selca card and you offered it to him as well as the photo book.

“Can you please sign your photocard for me?” you ask hopefully.

He grinned nodding. “Who should I sign my soul away to?”

After a sharp intake of breath you utter shakily, “_____”.

“Oh ____? I thought they’d call you angel but at least now I know _______ is synonymous with saviour.” He said, not looking at you while he scribbled something onto the photocard.

You felt your knees go weak and you almost tumbled backwards before you were able to steady yourself by gripping onto the table. Finally the signal to move on was given and you had to leave him. BamBam reached out and takes both your hands in his, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“____, keep my photocard next to your heart ok?” he asked, head tilting slightly to one side a heart ruining smile on his face. You squeeze his hands in yours, surprised at their size in person.

“This has been the single most amazing night of my life!” you finally managed to get out. You thanked your lucky stars you were able to get out at least one coherent sentence.

“Oh baby, the night isn’t close to being over yet.” He whispered to you and sealed your fate with a wink.

You felt so bad but you couldn’t be held responsible for the daze that you were in when you met Yugyeom. You managed to compliment his improving vocals and offer him a shy smile. BamBam at least offered you some reprieve and didn’t send any more life ruining looks your way. With all your paraphernalia safely tucked away, you rejoin your friends and all gush about how amazing the night was. As you listened to all their stories you were confident in saying that none of their nights came even close to your’s. As you all stood in the infinite line for the bathroom when you finally dared to fished out BamBam’s photo card that he had signed.

You almost dropped the card when you saw what was written on it. It was a series of numbers. A phone number. HIS PHONE NUMBER?! Your hands were shaking as you stared at the card. No fucking way. You thought to yourself. Was this some cruel practical joke? You tried to rationalize with yourself. No way he would give you his personal number… but what if this was it. What if this was actually his number and you were just too brain dead to text it.

“There’s no harm… if I text it... “ you whispered to yourself. You fish out your phone taking a look at the display. “The fan meet is over…  Your thumbs move of their own volition and soon you have a blank message pulled up. You carefully typed in the phone number that was displayed on BamBam’s photo card… “Wait. What do I say? Fuck. Fuck me sideways. Fuck.” You mutter. “Fuck it.”

____: Um, this is ______.

You pressed send and you instantly regretted it. Your heart hammered in your chest. Wow oh wow. Of the infinite openings I chose um. WHO CHOOSES UM?! You chastised. The ping of a new message scared the living bejeebus out of you and you actually drop your phone this time. You curse as you quickly bend down to pick up the treacherous device.

+X-XXX-XXX-XXXX: How do I know you’re really ___ and not just some imposter! Send me a selca!

You hold up your phone and after fidgeting with your hair a little, you press the camera and send it.

+X-XXX-XXX-XXXX: Aigoo it really is you! Now I have proof that angels really do exist! Did you enjoy the concert? What was your favourite part?

You couldn’t believe it. Your hands were shaking as you stared at the message on your phone. You were texting with the legendary Double Dab. Well you would be if your brain would string together a coherent sentence so you could actually reply and not stare at your phone like this was the first time seeing such a miracle (but lowkey, this had to be a miracle right?).

____: Meeting you of course! The music was on point but meeting you definitely was the highlight of probably the night. Maybe even my life!

You press send and then stare at the text. Wow. That sounds… crazy. Edit ___. You gotta edit before you press send. You told yourself. The ping of every new message instilled a new sense of relief in you and you wondered if this is how people had heart attacks.

+X-XXX-XXX-XXXX: Like I said earlier, the night is still young. Are you still around? We’re having a small afterparty in our hotel room if you’d like to join. It’s actually pretty close to the concert venue...

The question hung in the air and you stared at your phone. Was this really happening? You pinched your cheek and looked at your surroundings.

“Hey ___. Are you ok? Ready to leave?” one of your friends ask. Ok, it was decision time. Were you actually going to make your plan happen because this was one of those pinnacle moments in life you always heard people talking about. One of those decisions that came only once in a lifetime. You knew if you didn’t stay, didn’t say yes, you would always be left wondering and you would regret it.

“Um actually my brother is going to pick me up with some of his friends so you guys go on ahead!” You answered quickly, doing your best to sell the lie.

“Oh cool. That’s nice of him. Ok well, get home safe! Text us when you get in alright?” They ask and you almost feel bad lying to them but they’d understand….

You watch their figures retreat and disappear as they round a corner before you type up a reply.

____: Sure! Sounds fun. Text me the directions?

+X-XXX-XXX-XXXX: Daebak! I thought I scared you off but I’m glad I will be getting to see you again. It’s in room 2403 at the Windsor. See you soon!

You took a moment for yourself as you did a little happy dance in place. If this was a dream, this was the best dream ever. If this was a very lucid fever dream you hope you died after because no way was reality ever going to live up to this.

The walk over to the Windsor was exhilarating. You were never the type to spontaneously do something. Usually you liked to plan things down to what minute everyone would be arriving but here you were, about to party with your ultimate bias?! Hell to the yes! If there was ever a time to be spontaneous and live life by the seat of your pants this was definitely it. You couldn’t help but feel your palms get sweaty and you worried about being clammy. You briefly considered walking a little slower than the current speed walking you were doing in order to breathe in the crisp air and try to cool off a little but how could you?! How could you slow down when something you were so excited about and believed to be the very definition of impossibility (and probably still did) was just but a few more footsteps away?

I really should stop talking to myself. It’s probably not best to let this become a habit. You thought to yourself as you push through the revolving doors and followed the signs for the elevators. “What room did he say it was again…” you mumble softly trying to recall before giving up and taking out your phone. “Right. 2403. 2-4-0-3. Here I come to four oh’ three.” You said, making a joke to yourself. You couldn’t help but giggle, giddy as stepped into an elevator and selected the 24th floor. You couldn’t help but be impressed. You had never been to a hotel party before and definitely not one on the 24th floor. Sure it wasn’t the penthouse but it was pretty damned near the top of this giant hotel.

As the elevator ascended you took a moment to double check your reflection in the mirror panelling. Your hair was a bit windswept but that wasn’t something a little finger combing wouldn’t fix. You did a toothy smile as well just to make sure there wasn’t anything in your teeth and with a final once over of your reflection, the elevator dinged signaling with it was party time.

Following the hotel room signs carefully as to not get lost, you finally stood in front of room 2403. Is this how escorts feel when they go visit a high class John or Jane? You asked yourself curiously. It was exhilarating and invigorating and all the adjectives that ended with -ing that mean exciting! It was silly, you weren't an escort but something you and your imaginary escort self did have in common was you both definitely had sex on the mind. Earlier flashbacks of BamBam undulating and grinding the air on stage filled your mind. His strong hip thrusts burned onto your retinas and you felt your breath catch. Pull it together _____. If you pass out now you better hope you hit your head and die too. You told yourself. That was a little harsh but it seemed to get the message across as your heart beat slowed back to its normal rate as your knuckles rapped against the door.

You were not prepared for what happened next.

With a bright smile on your face, BamBam opened the door, hair wet and a towel wrapped around his hips. Low. On. His. Waist. If this was an anime you would surely die from blood loss but given that it was real life (though you still had serious doubts about this at this particular moment in time) you had to compromise with your face flushing bright red.

“_____!” He greeted happily stepping aside and motioned for you to come in.

“I-I.. uh… isn’t this where the party is?” You ask. There was no one here but you and him but you weren’t really complaining, especially if that was the dress code. You couldn’t help the way you stared at him. You took in everything about him you could. His face without makeup. How soft and smooth his skin looked and how surprisingly defined he was with whatever muscle he did have.

BamBam laughed. A sound you had heard many times before through your speakers and earbuds and a sound you never thought you’d get to hear in person, let alone in person and one on one.

“I did say it was a party but I didn’t say that there were going to be others…” he smiled. A smile which sent a shiver down your spine. The look painted across his face now looked like a cat that had caught a frantic mouse. “I said ‘we’. Since you are here now, me has now become we right?” He asked slowly moving towards you until you could smell his shampoo and the soap he had just used.

You felt yourself swallow hard, eyes unable to meet his, words unable to form in your mind. Heat pooled between your legs and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

“Did I misread this situation?” BamBam asked softly, looking concerned for a moment but his facial expression eased when you shook your head. “Good… then let me hear you shout BamBam at the top of your lungs tonight….”

With those words you felt his plush lips against yours. His hand angling your face upwards slightly before they wrapped themselves about your waist. He tasted sweeter than you thought he would as your arms automatically reach up and entangle themselves in his hair and about his neck. He steadily moves you back towards the bed until you feel it against your knees and with a little bit more, you felt yourself falling backwards. With a surprised yelp, you felt yourself sprawled on his bed as he eyed you hungrily. You had no doubt that his expression was mirroring your own.

“I think you’re not abiding by the dress code _____.” he said solemnly. “I have to confiscate your clothes now. All your clothes.” He said, smirking at you.

You couldn’t help but grin back. “Oh I’m not am I? And on what authority are you confiscating my clothes?” You ask cheekily, slowly unbuttoning your shirt and you couldn’t help but revel in the way he looked at you.

You were not prepared for what happened next.

“Oh baby. I’m here on the authority of the Republic of the Dab.” Which was immediately followed up with a series of furious dabs. He used both arms. You didn’t know why, but he did. For a good 15 seconds you watch this man who was not but 2 seconds ago being all sexy dab the living shit out of his arms. You tried to stifle it but you soon found yourself laughing so hard your stomach hurt. BamBam looked at you offended as he launched himself at you, pinning you underneath him.

“Oh you think I’m funny do you?” he asked as his hand snaked around your waist and pulled you fully under him as his lips captured you. He settled between your legs as his lips devoured you. His lips pulled and soon his tongue was invading your mouth and you couldn’t help but moan softly into him. He pulled back slightly and grinned, clearly impressed with himself.

“Now… about those clothes…” he prompted, rolling the pair of you so you were now straddled on his hips. He let go of you to put his hands behind his head and regarded you with an air of amusement. You laugh as you steady yourself, settling astride his hips comfortably. The feel of his hands rubbing your thighs was distracting but your fingers deftly unbuttoned the buttons and soon, he was staring at a lot more skin very slowly. His hands drifted up from your thighs, up your sides as he sat up, pulling you slightly forward with the shift of his body and slid the shirt from your shoulders. BamBam leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, an action that felt so intimate… it was really nice actually.

“You are beautiful.” he said softly, his eyes looking up, catching your gaze. You smile and lean forward, pressing your body against his as you capture his lips this time in another fervent kiss. You wanted to taste him. You wanted to know him as only very few had ever seen and judging by the pressure between your legs, he wanted to get to know you too. You felt his hands unhook your bra and you shrug off the garment and soon you were chest to chest which made him hiss.

“Ah ____… what are you doing to me. You’re going to drive me crazy if you keep kissing me like that…” he said breathlessly. You giggle and nip at his bottom lip.

“....That’s the idea isn’t it?” You said quickly pressing another kiss to his plush lips before you feel him shift again and once more you were pinned underneath him, his lips moved away from yours. You protested with a whine but the sound died in your throat when you felt his lips on your neck and his hands tugging off your skirt.

“Oh I see. You like me breathless and hard for you? Let me leave you breathless and make it hard for you…” He said mischievously. He spread your legs wider to give him access to your molten core as his mouth found your neck again. His lips grazed and kissed your sensitive mouth, making you sigh softly and settle into the mattress. His fingers tracing lazy circles against where you needed him most, only making your need for him grow. You were about to whine when you felt his lips close around a nipple which made your back arch, offering him more of the soft flesh.  

“BamBam.” You moan, hands finding his hair as you clutch onto him. Your hips press up into his hand which have slipped inside your panties.

“Tell me what you want…” he purred against you, his other free hand coming up to play with your free breast. You whimper and press your core against his teasing fingers only to find no relief.

“I want you. I need you… inside of me.” You plead to which he grinned and obliged. His fingers slipped inside of you due to how slick with need you were. His fingers pumped in and out of you as his tongue rolled and sucked on your nipple, switching back and forth between the two. You laid beneath him, helpless, powerless to the waves of pleasure that crashed over you. Your soft moans and mews filled the room as you can feel just how wet you were as it trickled from you and his fingers.

When BamBam pulled away from you, the instant lack of his body heat was what you noticed first and caused your eyes to flutter back open and the ache that filled your body was second. You watched as he held your gaze and discarded the towel that now clung awkwardly to his body.

“Let me show you why I have confidence in this body part in particular.” he mused, dropping the towel and grabbing a condom. Your eyes widened as he tore open the package and rolled the only thing to come between you two tonight on him. You wanted to offer him more, prolong the foreplay more but you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you and you both knew that foreplay wasn’t going to sate your mutual desires.

“Turn around.” He commanded. His voice sent shivers down your spine once more as you felt your skin goosebump. You did as he commanded and turned around, bearing yourself to him. You were so exposed like this and there was something about surrendering to him and your desires that made this moment that much more special for you. You felt the bed shift under his weight as he moved towards you. You felt his finger slide up and down your wet core.

“My my my. So ready for me…” he said softly. His finger offered you nothing but the frustrating realization of where his finger was. The digit barely dipped against you and you felt your frustration grow.

“Please BamBam. Shove that hard dick in me.” you plead. You heard him chuckle and give your ass a firm slap.

“Since my baby begged me so nicely….” his voice trailed off as you felt him line himself up with you and in one smooth movement, slammed his hips against yours. You both groan as he stretched you and he moaned feeling you finally wrapped around him. You both still, enjoying the moment that all the sexual tension had been building towards before he was squeezing your hips.

“Are you ok?” he asked, checking in to make sure he hadn’t hurt you in his eagerness. Unable to formulate words, you nod eagerly. You heard him chuckle but soon the sound of his laughter was replaced with the sound of skin hitting skin as he drove in and out of you. Your back arched as you both groan. It felt so good to have him inside of you as your hands clutch the sheets. His hands grip onto your hips tighter as he held you steady. You soon found yourself pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts which only drove him to fuck you harder, pump into your faster.

“BamBam… yeah just like that.” you moan. You register your voice but it doesn’t sound like you. So breathy and breathless at the same time. You hear him moan and groan behind you which eggs on you further. You tentatively squeeze yourself around him which earned you a particularly good hip jerk

“Ah _____… don’t do that. If you do that I can’t guarantee how long I will last…” he groaned through clenched teeth as he spanked you on the fleshy part of your ass again. You couldn’t help the cheeky grin that graced your face as you turned your head to the side to look at him.

“And what are you going to do about it?”

BamBam’s eyebrow raises at the challenge but he can’t help it. He throws you on your back and lifts one of your legs on and holds it against his chest. In this position he had all the control and he knew it. He wasn’t going to prove you wrong with words, he planned to do it with action and watch as you slowly become undone underneath him. His hips jerk forward as the onslaught began. Hips crashing against yours as he pumped in and out of you. He was holding your leg just right that he was hitting your g-spot on every entry and you couldn’t help but cry out happily underneath him.

“BamBam… I.. I can’t. Not much -- longer.” you gasped, holding onto the bed sheets surely pulling them up from the expertly tucked corners. His thrusts became more erratic and the intensity somehow also managed to increase and it wasn’t before long that you felt yourself begin to involuntarily clench around him. You moan out his name loudly, hands going to grip onto him as you felt your orgasm hit you like a truck. Your eyes closed and your whole body tensed, shook at the force that ripped through you. You hear the cry of his name rip from your throats as his body tensed as well.

“_____ I’m going to come.” He groaned and pulled out of you. He ripped off the condom and with a few tight pumps of his fist, you felt a warm liquid hit your face and your chest. Only when you feel it stop did you open your eyes tentatively. He grinned at you and you couldn’t be mad. “______ you look so pretty covered in white.” He smiled earnestly, his body covered in a sheen of sweat that was similar to how he had looked performing.

Your tongue flicked out as you licked his come from your face. You saw his eyes widen and it was your turn to feel triumphant. You cleaned yourself up as best as you could, catching bits of him here and there with your hands and licking your fingers clean. BamBam’s eyes watched you with such intensity that you couldn’t help but feel like he was adding fuel to your fire.

“______ you are so. Fucking. Hot.” he growled, regarding you with lust, his softening member growing hard again at the sight of you swallowing his seed.

“Good thing the night is still young right?” you ask, smirking.

“....fuck me.” he groaned as he covered half his face, unable to believe how lucky he had gotten with you.

“Oh I intend to do just that. Consider this an official declaration of war on the Republic of Dab.”

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Revry’s Out Web Fest Closes with Awards and Exclusive Performance by BeBe Zahara Benet Plus BeBe & Other Winner’s Fest Diaries.

Los Angeles – Premier queer global streaming network, Revry, celebrated the closing night of its 3rd annual Out Web Fest (OWF), the first queer web festival celebrating the best in independent LGBTQ digital storytelling.    After opening the fest at YouTube Space LA with the West Coast premiere of the acclaimed HBO documentary film, BELIEVER and celebrating the annual Revry Visibility Awards honoring YouTube sensations Ingrid Nilsen, Miles McKenna, Miles Jai and LGBTQ advocate organization LOVELOUD, the festival rocked on through the weekend at The London West Hollywood hotel with screenings, panels and two Powerhouse Industry Pitchfests.  But the Closing Night Awards was the party not to be missed.  With a diverse group of international winners including DragRace icon, BeBe Zahara Benet for her world premiere video, “Jungle Kitty”, the party went into insanity as BeBe then performed live for the first time her hit “Jungle Kitty” (see Winner’s List below with their Fest Diaries).

“It’s rare to have so many passionate, talented LGBTQ+ international content creators in one space,” said Revry CEO, Damian Pelliccione.  “Over the fest, everyone became a family.   With the stories we share from around the world, truly, it makes you realize how our stories resonate with whatever part of the globe you are from.  That is the reason for this festival and for Revry – sharing our authentic stories from every corner of the globe!”

Out Web Fest asked the international winners and attendee’s to share their experiences at the fest in these Fest Diary Entries.

Out Web Fest Jury Award for Music

JUNGLE KITTY

BeBe Zahara Bebet (from Cameroon)

“It was an amazing weekend.  I was doing other press in NY and then flew to LA to perform at Revry’s Out Web Fest and world premiere my newest video “Jungle Kitty”, very exciting.  I loved how inclusive the experience was at the festival.  It’s important to show more visibility, and there was such a diverse group of artists with so much struggles, different kinds of walks of life and allies.   It was great to see other voices being represented and not be the only one to carry the torch.

There were creators from many countries – artistry is very universal, it is not a nationality thing. I love that fact.  So many amazing stories that need to be shared and the community needs to get behind these stories.   I’m humbled to work with Revry.  With their quality of the content, they give my work a platform and voice.

When I was writing “Jungle Kitty”, the bridge, it’s a frame of mind.  It’s that color of me that is unapologetic, ferocious, not allowing negative energy around me, but about being free and fun.  I don’t want to apologize, not for how I walk, talk or what…this is a universal message of owning our power.  People relate to that, and I’m happy people can feel that way.  To sing my song live on stage at Out Web Fest and see that reaction was really encouraging.

Revry and Out Web Fest have shown such incredible support for the work, and as artists, it is all about the support!”

  Out Web Fest Audience Choice Award

INCONCEIVABLE

Rachel Kirkpatrick (from Canada)

“I just had the best weekend ever. It started at 4:44 am Friday morning when I woke up to take three trains, two flights and a cab ride to get from Vancouver, BC (Canada) to L.A’s 3rd annual Out Web Fest.  After 15 hours of travel I pulled up in my basic yellow cab wearing chucks and a hoodie to the swankiest hotel I had ever seen.

I left my toddler at home with my baby daddy (thank God for co-parenting) so more than being excited for a festival I was excited to only have to clothe, feed and bathe one person for the weekend (me).

I had a number of fantasies about what it would be like to be on the red carpet with cool celebs like Katie fucking Stuart. But none of those fantasies, had me being friends with everyone I met and had me feeling like I left a part of my heart in LA.

I felt like I was going to be a kid in a candy store around so many amazing collaborators and content creators that were way out of my league. But what I didn’t expect was to feel like a celebrity.  I was mostly just grateful and amazed that I got to actually talk to the organizers of the event, and that everyone already knew who we were.  That was utterly surreal.

I got to pitch to 22 Hollywood execs, a story about my life story, and some of them really loved it and gave me their contact info before I could even get through my pitch. I have about 6-7 execs now that I’m excited to establish a connection with.  That’s what I feel the weekend was about; connection.  There is something about sharing your story that is such a vulnerable experience, and when you are around others who are doing the same thing, you automatically meet each other at a level that is just really honest and raw. No one is trying to hide anything.

In this industry, things can be really cut throat and hard, but there was such a sense of humanity at the festival in the stories that we heard and the characters that we witnessed together which made the event have so much HEART. I feel nothing but gratitude for the weekend I just experienced and the LGBTQ2IA community at large. There were so many experiences that were represented on screen that I didn’t realize were shared.

I could not believe that Inconceivable won the Audience Choice award amidst such a talented line-up of series’. Winning was the icing on top of the cake of a perfectly balanced weekend of work and play. It really truly was an honor to be a part of this event. I can’t wait for next year! Thank-you so much Out Web Fest and the Revry team for making this happen and bringing this community of vibrant, and open individuals together. It was such a freaking blast.”

   Out Web Fest Honorable Mention

SEPTO

Alice Carvahlo (from Brazil)

“Being at Out Web Fest was a memorable experience from start to finish. My journey began in December 2017, when Revry CEO Damian Pelliccione announced on the stage of the City of Arts during the Rio Web Fest that SEPTO had been chosen to participate in the Out Web Fest with all expenses paid.

Hollywood is the center of the audiovisual industry.  It is where any creator dreams to be. The name itself, “Hollywood”, attributes like a stamp of quality. It is the reflection of approval in a global seal.  SEPTO participated in festivals in Asia and South America, but the United States was still a closed area for us, unimaginable (precisely because it is everyone’s dream).

From the region in Brazil we came from, it is not common to dream so high. In addition to the discrimination of race, gender and sexual orientation, we also face a daily kind of xenophobia against the culture produced in the northeast of the country. How to dream so high, living so far in a country so full of discrimination and having only two reais in the pocket?

The cold weather we felt throughout our stay was counterbalanced by the warmth of the people, the respect, the kind words and a festival full of diversity in every way. SEPTO was displayed on Saturday and the reviews were very positive.

Sunday, I was asked to announce the fest’s Audience Award (which includes an all expense paid trip to Rio de Janeiro for Rio Web Fest), it was as if I were living that December day again. The internet has brought people together and made dreams possible, whatever their size, and that is beautiful to watch…and to stream.

SEPTO was given an Honorable Mention at the awards.  And after all this, SEPTO returns home with a certainty: the strength of the cinema is really in the collective.  SEPTO will debut in June on Revry. This is the biggest prize!”

  Out Web Fest Powerhouse Industry Pitchfest Winner

Timothy Chesney (from UK)

  ”My journey to LA from the UK nearly didn’t happen. On the way to the airport, me and my partner lost our luggage with our passports and tickets. Looking at each other in horror at the train station, our dream holiday to Los Angeles seemed impossible.  Skip forward a week and I’m in The London Hotel West Hollywood, pitching to industry execs that have been a huge inspiration to me and my career. Thanks to Revry and Out Web Fest, I had the opportunity of a lifetime!

In the U.K, I have recently been commissioned by Sky to write and direct a comedy called Charity Shop Sue along with my twin brother Matthew Chesney and longtime collaborator Stu Edwards. The show features an incredible all female cast starring Selina Mosinski and produced by Spool Films, and BAFTA winners Vicky McClure and Shane Meadows.

This is a really exciting point in my career and I feel extremely lucky that OWF Pitch Fest just so happened to be scheduled during my trip to L.A. The stars were very much aligned.

The top-level industry execs gave me some really valuable feedback on my project. My pitch was for an LGBTQ+ animated comedy show set in a dystopian fantasy world. An important strand of the show looks at non-corporeal identity. I brought business cards, a 1-page pitch, a 10-page pitch book and a 1-minute sizzle reel. You never know what people will think of your ideas. I did feel that they all understood how important this show is to me and my passion and drive to make it happen.

I also got chance to see all the other talented content creators that are part of the Revry’s Out Web Fest programming. It was moving to see such inspiring, brave and authentic work being created across the globe and brought together by Revry.  I can’t deny some pieces made me howl and others choked me up!

At the Sunday evening awards ceremony, me and my boyfriend were chatting with some other guests when I heard my name called out. I was knocked for six and completely didn’t expect to win. I am really looking forward to using the prize of a studio day at Shamrock Productions. I visited the studio recently and can’t wait to return to L.A and utilize the impressive facilities. My mind will be ticking until then to figure out making some magic in that space.

The whole experience has been fully empowering. This is a really important time for LGBTQ+ voices!  I can’t wait to see how we populate the film, TV and music landscape in the near future, with our original, and bold stories.”

  Drama Competition Attendee

STAGE FRIGHT 

Levin Hübner & Fabian Wallenfels (from Germany)

When we received the invitation for Out Web Fest we didn’t hesitate to book our flights – for us small town boys from Germany, an invitation to Hollywood doesn’t come every day!

It always seems a bit boring to state the obvious. Anyway: First Night in LA. Of course we’re standing up there at the Griffith Observatory. And it’s magical: It’s our first time up here, yet we’ve seen this hundreds of times before, together with some of the biggest stars and directors out there. On first sight, LA is just a gigantic, shiny waste of electric power. But looking closer, you start to realize that it consists of millions of smaller lights, and almost all of them are on the move. What an adventure to be one of these small lights wandering through LA for some days!

We always felt that our web series Stage Fright is a universal story and it was great to see that notion confirmed by the American audience appreciating the show. This makes the LGBTQ subculture so special – it’s a community that overcomes borders and language barriers.

Watching the program of Out Web Fest was a tremendous joy – it really striked how the niche has been growing up in recent years and doesn’t have to shy away behind mainstream media. Digital queer content is all about good storytelling and interesting characters, providing a positive representation of LGBTQ life in our society. We were really honored to be selected in such a strong competition with our own web series Stage Fright, and to be part of the Revry family in this shiny city called LA!

It was a crazy trip, coming to LA from Germany for just a weekend, but it was worth every single one of five thousand miles (and even more in kilometers).

Other winners include:

Jury Award for Drama – Jade of Death (Taylor Litton-Strain)

Jury Award for Comedy – Femme (Benno Rosenwald)

Adam Milano

Billie Lee

Austin Rhodes, Aaron Rhodes

Gigi Gorgeous, Nats

Dark Pink Stars AKA Dustin Bochek

Ashlee Marie Preston

Antonio Soto, Leon Wu

Ariana Madix

Gigi Gorgeous

Assaad Yacoub, Dominique

Chris JacobX

Ariana Madix, Tom Sandoval

Chris Rodriguez, Damian Pelliccione, Gigi Gorgeous, Alia Daniels, LaShawn McGhee

Blaire White

Damian Pelliccione, Lance Lowry

Chance Calloway

Billie Lee, Jesse Montana

Giovannie Espiritu

INA_Sheylla, Goncalves

Nor, B Danielle Watkins, Erik Dillon, Serrita Coleman, Onyx Keesha, Dee Hysaw

Charmaine Bingwa

Jacob Dunford, Adam Milano, Lance Lowry

James Butler

Jody Steel

Jesse Montana

Michael Varrati

Lance Lowry

Luciana Bollina, Fernando Belo

Jay Spruell, Mikey Boyd

Jade Hilliard, Jayce Baron, Sampson McCormick

Matt Alber, John Garcia

Nor

Miles Jai

Miles McKenna

Katie Stuart

Noelle Messier

On Mekahel

OWF and Revry Co-Founders, Chris Rodriguez, Damian Pelliccione, Alia Daniels, LaShawn McGhee

Katie Stuart, Rachel Kirkpatrick

Shira Lazar

Rachel David

Ricky Rebel

Shannon Beveridge

Parson James

Alia Daniels_Ryan Mitchell, Damian Pelliccione

BeBe Zahara Benet, Assaad Yacoub

Alice Carvahl, Timothy Chesney, Damian Pelliccione

Alia Daniels, LaShawn McGhee, Katie Stuart, Rachel Kirkpatrick, Chris Rodriguez, Damian Pelliccione

Damian Pelliccione

B Danielle Watkins

Dancer_INA, Dancer Dark Pink Stars

Katie Stuart, Rachel Kirkpatrick, Alice Carvalho, Damian Pelliccione, Dominic Segatti

OWF and Revry Co-Founders Damian Pelliccione_Alia Daniels, LaShawn McGhee, Chris Rodriguez

OWF Buffer Festival Panel_Corrado Coia_Rachel David_Nicola Foti_Shira Lazar

OWF Buffer Festival Panel_Corrado Coia_Rachel David_Nicola Foti

OWF Revry Screening, TBD, Jon Garcia, Matt Alber Colby, Cote Onyx, Keesha Nor, B Danielle Watkins, TBD, Alice Carvalho, Ana Popowicz, Damian Pelliccione

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OWF StartOut Panel: Jade Hilliard, On Mekahel, Lorenzo Thione

OWF StartOut Panel_Ryan Mitchell_Jade Hilliard_On Mekahel_Lorenzo Thione_Jon Brence

The Empress

Bebe Zehara Benet

Alice Carvalho

BeBe Zehara Benet

Tegan Quin

Shira Lazar, Ryan Mitchell

Fabian Wallenfels, Levin Hübner

  About Out Web Fest (OWF)

OWF is the world’s only digital festival dedicated to celebrating web series, short films and music videos by and for the global queer community. OWF’s mission is to provide the opportunity for all queer content creators to connect with the global community and celebrate the progressive evolution of LGBTQ+ entertainment. OWF breaks the mold of other festivals by giving prominence and a voice to the honest and unfiltered digital short-form storytelling that does not rely on access to resources, lofty budgets, or elite “movers and shakers” in the industry.

In the 21st Century short-form content leads as the hottest and fastest growing category in digital entertainment and we believe it is the perfect forum to share multiple perspectives of queer culture that make our stories some of the most innovative, ground-breaking, and unique in the world. OWF introduces international and local digital content creators, producers, and fans to inclusive programming that acknowledges the cultural significance of this revolutionary intersection of medium and storytelling.

This festival will feature screenings, panels with industry experts, and a pitchfest which will allow creators a chance to speak one on one with working industry professionals. The festival will conclude with an awards ceremony and closing night party.  For more information, please visit http://www.outwebfest.com/

About Revry

Revry is the premiere queer digital media network for the inclusive 21st century LGBTQ+ community.  As the first-ever global queer streaming service, Revry offers a uniquely curated selection of domestic and international entertainment that includes iconic, award-winning narrative and documentary films, cutting-edge series and originals along with the world’s largest queer libraries of groundbreaking podcasts, music albums and videos.  Revry is available worldwide on seven OTT, mobile, and online platforms, and hosts an exclusive linear channel on Pluto TV with a reach of over 10 million people in over 100 countries.  Headquartered in Los Angeles, Revry is led by an inclusive team of queer, multi-ethnic and allied partners who bring decades of experience in the fields of tech, digital media, and queer advocacy.  Follow on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @REVRYTV. Go Online to: www.Revry.com.

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