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madamechrissy · 16 days ago

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Secret OF Star! Nanami

warnings - - masturbation (Nanami ofccc) filming porn, mentions of cum, thoughts of fucking the reader, mentions of oral (f receiving)

Pairings- this is Nanami thirsting after reader from Baby You're A Star!

Mmmkay Baby You're a Star at this point is it's own AU - we have Pornstar! Gojo ofc, pornstar! Sugu, pornstar! Kuna - anddd introducing Secret OF Star! Nanami now. This way you all get a little insight into the man who's very interested in reader hehe <3 This idea was inspired by my mootie @coralbae !!!

Secret OF Star! Nanami is a business man by day, professional as can be, and he works hard, but never, ever past five (if he does, it's a horrible day) but when he gets home, his work is not done, it just changes a bit. Nanami Kento just happens to be in the top 1% of all Onlyfans stars - but it's all under lock and key, only a couple people know. He's completely faceless and incognito, his body and voice alone have carried him right up to the top.

It all started from him messing around with some ASMR, as people just love the sound of Nanami's voice - this was all of course anonymous as well. Soon, he started doing boyfriend audios - how is your day, darling? - fuck, you look so exquisite - he'd murmur in that soft drawl of his, like a caress for all their ears. Then, the ASMRs got just a little sexier, and Nanami started making so much extra money. As someone who is looking to retire early, this is all just extra on top of his 401k.

So how Nanami he get to where he is now, jerking his thick straight cock, with nothing on but an open dark blue business shirt and a silky tie sitting between his huge pecks? Well, it was just the progression of things, and Nanami is anything if not a practical man. The first time he just teased a bit, taking off his black leather belt and smacking it in his hands a few times, murmuring some dominating words softly - and the women went insane for it, leading to him doing more and more.

The ASMRs got dirtier - filthy in fact. Secret OF Star! Nanami loved to talk about how he'd lap at a pretty pussy, since that was his favorite thing to do. But then, he realized he needed sound effects, so the best idea was to have one of his pretty regular submissive girls - little known fact, he loves to dominate, even if he does it sweetly - to let him eat her pussy with a microphone right against it. She spread wide just for him as he did just that, the slurping as she drooled down his lips audible, right along with the squelching when his thick digits slotted into her slick, eager hole, the only thing was she had to keep quiet, though she of course failed here and there, her gasps echoing as pretty background sounds to make the girls feel even more immersed.

That ASMR went viral, as Nanami did an edit - thanks to his field of computer design it was easy - using a mix of him guiding women through their orgasm and sounds of eating them out. Well, the sounds and his words made him so much money it was enough he could just quit his normal job, but of course - why turn down another opportunity for more money? He had her come over and made sure to generously share some of the profits, as he got to eat pussy and make bank. But then, there were people were dying to see more of the mysterious man, who he kept teasing little glimpses of his toned, chiseled body, until they begged for more - and paid for more.

The first reveal of his huge dick on cam was actually just one singular picture that made more than his monthly salary - but Nanami needed those good work benefits too, so he kept on. It doesn't hurt that you're at his job, and you're so pretty to fucking look at too. It's often he catches a glimpse of you bent over, your breasts in that top, catches you taking of your glasses and nervously nipping at the edge of the arms of them. So often you walk by him and smile, bend over to make a copy, and he thinks of new filthy things to speak to his fans that night.

Right now Kento is stroking his girthy length, the camera in landscape mode to be careful to only show his lower body, his thick muscled bare thighs. Nanami spits down on it, using the bubbly clear liquid to lubricate it, making those veins that wrap him positively glisten, reading a few of the comments behind his dark green glasses, amongst the endless tips that pour. They're all dying to have him clearly, and sure that feels flattering, but when he's fisting his cock and moaning softly to the excited, well paying viewers, his mind drifts just a bit to you.

How would love to fuck into your pretty pussy, have you cum all over his cock, the thoughts alone while picturing the feeling of your soft skin under his fingers has him jerking his cock faster, hazel eyes fluttering shut, moaning louder for the adoring fans. He can see it vividly now, you riding him in his car, as he slams his thick cock up inside you - he's so sure he'd stretch you out on his cock. He can picture bending you over that desk of yours and feeling your cunt clench all around him, so vivid he's more sensitive now, pinching his tip and feeling his cock pulsing, so ready to fill you.

Nanami's cum starts spurting hot out of his little hole right on that tip, picturing much better places for it, perhaps he'd tie your wrists with his silky tie, have you on your knees swallowing him - 'Fuck...' - is his only soft word he whispers, he's not so pretentious as many of the OF men on the platform, he doesn't talk all that shit, and the viewers love to watch him grunt, huff and hoarsely moan. The camera gets the perfect view of him, of all of that white cum pouring out, now coating him in strings wrapping his length. After taking a breath, he stands up and walks over to the phone, giving them a close up of the mess he's made thinking of you, before shutting it off. He smirks as he reads more and more comments, he usually doesn't cum that much of course, but thinking of you didn't help anything.

He'd just kissed you last night, felt the heat between your thighs, saw your nipples press against your silky dress that fit you so perfect, but there was one obstacle and also pure enjoyment - Satoru Gojo. A jealous as fuck Satoru Gojo, the top pornstar there was - only because Nanami won't go that far of course. And he clearly couldn't stand the sight of Nanami near you. Just picturing his pouty, bratty looking expression when Nanami asked you out made him chuckle softly in his pretty, sparkling clean apartment. When he'd made deliberate touches along your body, he could feel the daggers being shot out at him.

He knows exactly who Satoru is, if Nanami went full out and showed his face, if he fucked women on set, he knows he'd beat him out for the top spot, his cock was just thicker than Satoru's was. He's stumbled upon clips, they're everywhere of course. But Nanami was thicker than almost anyone in the industry, buffer than most of them, and he came buckets, which he's currently cleaning off, sucking in a breath at how sensitive he was as he cleans the mess he's made up.

Secret OF Star! Nanami wonders if you know who Satoru is, surely a sweet little innocent thing like you wouldn't, right?

Hehe this reader is just SURROUNDED by pornstars my god lol, some of ya'll really like Nanami though so thought I'd show his lil sneaky side!

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#nanami kento #kento nanami smut #nanami kento x reader #nanami x you #nanami x reader #nanami smut #kento x reader #nanami x fem!reader #nanami drabbles #satoru gojo #Pornstar!nanami #jjk smut #jjk x reader

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numbpill · 2 months ago

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[tutorial: build your own neocities/nekoweb page]

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a beginner's guide for making your very own home on the indie web—retro, personal, weird, and 100% yours.

this ain’t an average wix, squarespace, or tiktok aesthetic.

we’re talking full html/css with soul and attitude.

[ prerequisites ]

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> an idea

> basic text editor (vscode, notepad++, or even notepad)

> account on https://neocities.org or https://nekoweb.org

> some gifs or tiles you love (dig deep or make your own)

> optional: image host or gif repo (or self-host everything)

[ feeling overwhelmed? read this. ]

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you do *not* need to know everything.

html is not a mountain. it's a garden.

you plant one tag. then another. then a style. then a button.

you can build your site piece by piece.

and every piece is a portal to somewhere personal.

you are allowed to make broken pages.

you are allowed to use templates.

you are allowed to start over as many times as you want.

this is *your* world. you control the weird.

[ step 1: create an account ]

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> neocities: https://neocities.org

> nekoweb: https://nekoweb.org

this is where you upload your files and see your site live.

[ step 2: your first file - index.html ]

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make a new file: `index.html`

basic starter:

<html>

<head>

<title>my weird little corner</title>

</head>

<body>

<h1>welcome to the void</h1>

<p>this is my page. it’s strange. like me.</p>

</body>

</html>

> upload to the dashboard

> boom. you’re live at

https://yoursite.neocities.org

or https://nekoweb.org/u/yoursite

[ step 3: add a style sheet - style.css ]

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create a file called `style.css` and upload it.

here’s some nostalgic magic:

body {

background: url('tile.gif');

color: lime;

font-family: "Courier New", monospace;

text-shadow: 1px 1px 0 black;

}

img {

image-rendering: pixelated;

}

marquee {

font-size: 20px;

color: magenta;

}

link it in your html and the vibes activate.

[ step 4: decorate it like a haunted usb ]

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> use <marquee> for chaos scrolls

> embed gifs from https://gifcities.org/

> steal buttons from https://cyber.dabamos.de/88x31/

> set up a guestbook at https://www.smartgb.com/

> loop audio with <audio autoplay loop>

> add fake errors, 90s web lore, random link lists

[ step 5: resources, themes, and comfort ]

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> templates & layouts: https://numbpilled-themes.tumblr.com

> glitchy gifs & buttons: https://glitchcat.neocities.org/resources

> layout builder: https://sadgrl.online/projects/layout-builder/

> free tiled backgrounds: https://backgrounds.neocities.org/

> beginner html intro: https://www.w3schools.com/html/

> pixel fonts & cyber assets: https://fontstruct.com/

remember:

you don't need to know js. you don't need to be a coder.

you just need a mood, a direction, a dream.

the html will follow.

[ bonus concept: shrine pages ]

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> a page just for one character you love

> a room to house digital fragments of your identity

> embed quotes, music, images like altars

> call it shrine.html and link it from your homepage

[ closing mantra ]

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you are not here to be optimized.

you are not a brand.

you are a ghost inside the machine,

carving your initials into the silicon void.

welcome to Your website.

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gargoyleandgremlinpress · 6 months ago

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This past summer, I participated in the @renegadeguild Tiny Book Bang! This tiny book was created from a typeset (digital formatted file) made by another guild member, @fantailpress. It's fanbinding but not ficbinding in this case, since it's an excerpt of a podcast script.

The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity and Mortality is a series of stories told in the format of a museum audio guide, so I staged my photos in a rough approximation of a museum exhibit. (Canadian quarter for scale.)

This particular episode segment is a Pied Piper story, told in overlapping, layered voices, and the typesetting reflects that in a very cool way. I've tried to echo the inside text with the static-style paint on the cover.

One of the nice things about tiny books is that you can use all sorts of scraps of material. Commercial book cloth, title and images stencilled with acrylic paint (I used a site to generate colouring book pages to turn the pied piper image into an outline to stencil), and endpapers are from a scrap pack a friend sent me, picked because they remind me of something you'd see in a kids' fairy tale collection.

Also, I got the sneaky glee of making something for a friend who didn't know I'd picked her typeset. (She was only the one who recommended the podcast to me, after all!)

#fanbinding #tiny books #mistholme museum #renegade bookbinding guild #tiny book bang 2024

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smartguide123 · 4 days ago

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#digital audio guide #tour guide app #tourism trends #self-guided tours #sustainable tourism

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concretejunglefm · 2 months ago

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request from @somebodyels3 involving va!noah. a little joi as he encourages you to unwind after a long day, coaxing you to ride your pillow for some much-needed stress relief as he croons sweet filth & praise in your ear.

CW: smut with mentions of guided masturbation, fingering, pillow humping, dirty talk, praise, edging, slight orgasm control, countdown, aftercare.

Names: pretty girl, good girl, baby

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

[ PAUSE ] 05:43 ━━━━●───── 19:33

“Hey, my pretty girl,” Noah’s soft voice fills your ears and lulls you into a state of relaxation as you settle back on the bed. A gentle smile spreads across your face, and you close your eyes, fully immersing yourself in the moment.

“I suppose you’ve had a long day, haven’t you?” You nod in agreement, a soft hum escaping your lips. “I thought so. That’s why I’d like you to do something for me today, if you don’t mind.”

“Okay…” you whisper into the pause in the audio, the sound of his breath in your ears sending a shiver down your spine, as if he’s right there with you, present in this moment.

“I want you to imagine that I’m right there with you, cradling your beautiful face and gently stroking your cheeks. That I’m looking at your lips; they’re so soft and inviting. I can’t help but want to kiss them.”

Raising your hand, you gently brush the pad of your thumb against your lips, as if he were doing the same, the simple act evoking a tingle of warmth.

“Now, I want you to undress slowly for me. As you raise your top, gently run your fingertips across your stomach...” As you follow his instructions, his words begin to fade slightly.

You wriggle out of your clothes, your fingers caressing the skin of your stomach as you move your shirt higher, until it’s off.

Once you’re just in your panties, you settle back on the bed, listening intently to him. You can already feel the heat pooling between your thighs.

“Now, reach down and slide those panties off you... slowly, just like I would.” Like I would. It’s a dizzying thought to imagine Noah doing precisely that, and your fingers slip beneath the fabric, gradually peeling them away and down your body, kicking them aside and adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor.

Naked, you spread out, your fingers of one hand gently tracing the inner curve of your thigh, creating soft, circular patterns. Meanwhile, your other hand caresses your chest, playfully teasing around your nipples.

“You’re doing so well for me, pretty girl. Now, I want you to lie down on the bed and count to three, taking a breath.”

You obey his instructions, drawing in a deep, slow, and steady breath. With each breath, the tension in your shoulders eases, your fingers relax, and the tight line of your jaw softens, as if the weight you’ve been carrying from the day has momentarily lifted.

This is what you needed.

“Now, bring your fingers to your mouth and suck on your middle finger for me. We’re going to get it nice and wet.”

When you do, the sounds you make are obscene, as if you’re performing a show for him, circling the digit and lathering it with your saliva. As you pull it free, you instinctively reach down, but his voice in your ears stops you before you can.

“Don’t even think about touching your sensitive little cunt yet. I want you to play with your nipples a bit first. Pinch them and tease them. Make them feel nice and good. As if my mouth is on them and playing with them.”

You let out a gasp and arch your back as you do exactly that. You twist your nipples with a pinch, feeling the sting of pain collide with a sense of pleasure. A soft, pleasing, needy whimper slips free.

“You enjoy it when I do that, don’t you?”

God, what you wouldn’t give for him really be to touching you in this way.

“That’s my pretty girl. So good for me.” The praise fills you with a warm sensation that spreads down between your thighs.

“Now you can reach down, but I want you to start by stroking your thighs. I want you to imagine me between them. Think about the moments when all I want is my mouth on you; kissing and marking you.”

That thought makes you yearn to touch yourself properly, not to tease yourself any further. However, you can’t help but follow his instructions and adhere to every word he says.

“You’re going to touch that needy pussy now, but you’re going to do it my way, do you understand?” You nod, a breath catching in your throat.

“I know you’re dripping for me, but I promise I'm going to make you feel so good.”

He isn’t wrong; you are, and you can feel it. All you desire is to touch yourself, to slip your fingers into you, and as his voice continues providing instructions, you realize that won’t happen anytime soon.

“Spread yourself out, nice and slowly, show me that beautiful pussy while you slowly circle and tease your clit with your middle finger. Can you do that for me?” You can—you do and are, gasping as you feel the contact just barely brushing against the bundle of nerves, yearning for more than he’s allowing you to give yourself.

You start whimpering needily, and as if on cue, he responds to them. “I know, baby. I know you need more, but not yet. You want to be good for me, don’t you? Now, how wet are you, show me.”

You envision him positioned between your thighs as he guides you, spreading yourself open to show him. A shuddering moan escapes your lips as the cool air caresses your sensitive clit. “Please,” you whimper, yearning for someone who isn’t physically present.

“Now, rub on your clit in tight, little circles, but not too quickly. I don’t want you to cum yet.”

You follow his instructions, the sound of his voice growing breathier in your ears as he croons praises that have you teetering on the edge of ecstasy. “That’s it, keep going, baby. Keep playing with that pretty little clit.”

You’re practically squirming against your fingers, soft moans escaping between your pleas before he brings you to a halt with his word, making you whine in frustration. “I know, baby, but I need you to be patient for me.”

For him. You can do it for him.

“Now, I want you to grab the pillow you sleep with every night and place it between your thighs. Get comfortable on it.” Rolling onto your stomach, you tuck the pillow beneath you and between your thighs, mounting it.

“Now, I want you to press yourself firmly against it. Think about pressing yourself close to me as if you’re on top of me, as if you can feel yourself grinding against my cock.” You let out a trembling breath at the thought and slowly roll your hips, grinding your bare cunt against the fabric of your pillow, feeling it tease your already sensitive clit.

“Take it slow. There’s no rush here; this is all about you feeling good. Imagine grinding down along my shaft, coating it with all your arousal. I bet it feels so good.” The audible moan from him makes you release your own, and your eyes roll back. Your thighs tighten either side of the pillow as you start to pick up your movements.

“Keep going, don’t stop, just keep moving.” His voice, filled with encouragement, sends shivers down your spine as you desperately grind against the pillow beneath you. “I bet you’re really wanting to cum, aren’t you? I bet you’re so desperate.” You nod and whine in response, as if he can somehow hear you and grant your every desire. The warmth inside you intensifies with each quickening of your movements.

It’s as if he’s attuned to you, sensing the pleasure coursing through your body and the height you’re being pulled. Before you can push yourself further, he abruptly orders you to stop. You’re on the edge, clinging tightly to the pillow, hoping that somehow, just maybe, you can push over the edge without ‘disobeying’ his commands: “Hold it, baby, right there… good girl.”

You whine again, and he responds, making your body quiver. “Oh, you need it so desperately, don’t you? Yeah? Does my pretty girl need to cum?” His voice sounds taunting, and you whisper a pleading ‘yes’.

“Beg for it then.”

And you do. You beg, your thighs squeezing tightly around the pillow as if that will somehow propel you over the edge you’re being held on.

“Louder.”

You’re louder, whimpering and pleading to someone who isn’t there, for an orgasm that’s entirely in their control. It feels deliciously torturous.

“That’s my good girl,” he purrs into your ears, and you feel the heat pooling between your thighs once again, tightening around nothing as your clit throbs, yearning for more stimulation. “Now, I’m going to count down, and you’re to keep humping your pillow, but you can’t cum until I tell you, do you understand?”

You do understand, and as he initiates the gradual countdown, which he prolongs, you roll your hips and press down against the pillow, sensing the fabric’s dampness already clinging to you. You don’t care about the mess you’ve made or the desperation that has consumed you, panting and pleading between your moans, even in this moment.

“Five… you look so beautiful like this, all flustered and begging for me.” He coos in your ears, intensifying your heightened state and propelling you closer.

“Four…” a soft chuckle from him makes you whine, as if he’s deliberately reveling in your desperation to cum—all for him.

“Three… not yet, don’t cum for me. Hold it for me, pretty girl. I know you can do it.”

“Two… you’re almost there. You’re so close now…” You are close, so close that you almost miss it when he hits one.

You hear his faint “let go for me, baby.” Then, the wave of your release washes over you, your body trembling as your hips buck and grind harshly down into the pillow. The sounds you make are a mix of whines and moans, pleading with him as your fingers curl into the pillow and you ride it throughout your release until you finally hit your comedown.

“That’s it, baby. You did so good.”

You hum softly, your eyes heavy as you remain still against the pillow, your head resting against the mattress.

“God, I could listen to those moans and whines all day long.” It was ironic for him to say that, considering that his were the ones you often spent your days listening to, using as your means of getting off.

“Now, take some deep breaths with me before you start cleaning up.”

With your eyes closed, you follow his guided instructions, inhaling and exhaling in rhythm. Your limbs feel heavy and boneless, while your head is filled with a sense of bliss.

“You did such a good job, pretty girl.” He whispers one final time into your ears, and your eyes remain closed, savoring the lingering afterglow of the post-orgasm bliss.

tagged: @fadingangelwisp @deathblacksmoke @geminigirlfromfinland @fuck1ng-queen @xxkittenkissesxx @lacy1986 @ami--gami @floodflameschosen @dominuslunae @tosoundlessdarkistare @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @lonelydragonlady @th4t-em0-k1d @amelia-acero @dollieomens @i-love-the-smell-of-your-blood @sitkowski @athenexe @trvshdxddy @collapsedglasshouses @overmydeadbodysblog @xmads-omensx @ajordan2020 @astronoids @courta13 @oobleoob @bluehairpunklol @concretenoah @death-ofpeace-ofmind @ichoosetenderomens @chey-h @blade-dressed-in-red @bloody-spades @limerinseme

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens smut #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian smut #noah thots #noahVA #concretejunglefm fics

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boombox-fuckboy · 1 year ago

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any podcast recommendations for guys Going Through It. im a sucker for whump and i’ve already listened to TMA and Malevolent sooo

Fiction Podcasts: Characters Going Through It / Experiencing the Horrors

Gore warning for most, here's 15 to get you started:

I am in Eskew: (Horror) David Ward is arguably the Guy Going Through It. Stories from a man living in something that very much wants to be a city, and a private investigator who was, in her words, "hired to kill a ghost". Calmly recounted stories set to Eskew's own gentle, persistent rain. The audio quality's a bit naff but the writing is spectacular. If you like the writing, also check out The Silt Verses, which is a brilliant show by the same creators.

VAST Horizon: (Sci-Fi, Horror, Thriller/Suspense Elements) And Dr. Nolira Ek is arguably the Gal Going Through it. An agronomist wakes from cryo to discover the ship she's on is dead in the water, far from their destination, and seemingly empty, barring the ship's malfunctioning AI, and an unclear reading on the monitors. I think you'll like this one. Great sound design, amazing acting, neat worldbuilding, and plenty of awful situations.

Dining in the Void: (Horror, Sci-Fi) So, the initial pacing on this one is a little weird, but stick with it. A collection of notable people are invited to a dinner aboard a space station, and find not only are they trapped there, but they're on a timer until total station destruction: unless they can figure out who's responsible. And there's someone else aboard to run a few games, just to make things more interesting. The games are frequently torturous. If that wasn't clear.

The White Vault: (Horror) By the same creators as VAST Horizon, this one follows a group sent to a remote arctic research base to diagnose and repair a problem. Trapped inside by persistant snow and wind, they discover something very interesting below their feet. Really well made show. The going through it is more spread out but there's a lot of it happening.

Archive 81: (Horror, Weird Fiction, Mystery and Urban Fantasy Elements) A young archivist is commissioned to digitize a series of tapes containing strange housing records from the 1990s. He has an increasingly bad time. Each season is connected but a bit different, so if S1 (relatively short) doesn't catch your ear, hang in for S2. You've got isolation, degredation of relationships, dehumanisation, and a fair amount of gore. And body horror on a sympathetic character is so underdone.

The Harrowing of Minerva Damson: (Fantasy, Horror) In an alternate version of our own world with supernatural monsters and basic magic, an order of women knights dedicated to managing such problems has survived all the way to the world wars, and one of them is doing her best with what she's got in the middle of it all.

SAYER: (Horror, Sci-Fi) How would you like to be the guy going through it? A series of sophisticated AI guide you soothingly through an array of mundane and horrible tasks.

WOE.BEGONE: (Sci-Fi) I don't keep up with this one any more, but I think Mike Walters goes through enough to qualify it. Even if it's frequently his own fault. A guy gets immediately in over his head when he begins to play an augmented reality game of entirely different sort. Or, the time-travel murder game.

Janus Descending: (Sci-Fi, Horror, Tragedy) A xenobiologist and a xenoanthropologist visit a dead city on a distant world, and find something awful. You hear her logs first-to-last, and his last-to-first, which is interesting framing but also makes the whole thing more painful. The audio equivalent of having your heart pulled out and ditched at the nearest wall. Listen to the supercut.

The Blood Crow Stories: (Horror) A different story every season. S1 is aboard a doomed cruise ship set during WWII, S2 is a horror western, S3 is cyberpunk with demons, and S4 is golden age cinema with a ghostly influence.

Mabel: (Supernatural, Horror, Fantasy Elements) The caretaker of a dying woman attempts to contact her granddaughter, leaving a series of increasingly unhinged voicemails. Supernatural history transitioning to poetic fae lesbian body horror.

Jar of Rebuke: (Supernatural) An amnesiac researcher with difficulties staying dead investigates strange creatures, eats tasty food, and even makes a few friends while exploring the town they live in. A character who doesn't stay dead creates a lot of scenarios for dying in interesting ways

The Waystation: (Sci-Fi, Horror) A space station picks up an odd piece of space junk which begins to have a bizzare effect on some of the crew. The rest of it? Doesn't react so well to this spreading strangeness. Some great nailgun-related noises.

Station Blue: (Psychological Horror) A drifting man takes a job as a repair technician and maintenance guy for an antarctic research base, ahead of the staff's arrival. He recounts how he got there, as his time in the base and some bizzare details about it begin to get to him. People tend to either quite like this one or don't really get the point of it, but I found it a fascinating listen.

The Hotel: (Horror) Stories from a "Hotel" which kills people, and the strange entities that make it happen. It's better than I'm making it sound, well-made with creative deaths, great sound work, and a strange staff which suffer as much as the guests. Worth checking out.

#audio drama #fiction podcast #rec lists #recommendations #I DID A LIST. Horray for procrastination.

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polo-drone-001 · 4 months ago

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The Golden Future was no longer just a vision. It was becoming reality. The Golden Army and the Polo Drone Hive had grown beyond the stadium, beyond the training grounds. The transformation had begun spreading through the streets, slipping into the cities, into everyday life, claiming more and more men, reshaping them, refining them into something superior.

The process was seamless, methodical. Every touchpoint was calculated, every encounter another opportunity for conversion. It started with the presence, figures in sleek, gleaming golden jerseys, walking through the city with impossible confidence, turning heads, drawing attention. Their polished perfection was hypnotic, their movements disciplined, controlled, precise. No wasted motion. No hesitation. Just purpose.

At first, it was subtle. The golden spirals hidden in gym advertisements, flickering across billboards, embedded in digital screens at train stations, flashing for just long enough to hook into the subconscious. A man waiting for his train, scrolling his phone absentmindedly, would glance up at the right moment. His pupils would dilate slightly as the spiral pulsed. He wouldn’t even realize what had happened, only that something inside him had shifted. The idea had been planted. He needed to get stronger. He needed to be better. He needed gold.

Then came the audio. Carefully designed frequencies played in high-end gyms, laced into background music at clubs, slipped into public announcement systems. A whisper just beneath the threshold of conscious hearing, a rhythmic pulse syncing with their heartbeat. Focus. Train. Transform. Gold is strength. Gold is discipline. Gold is everything. The message seeped into them without resistance, guiding their thoughts, reshaping their desires.

The streets became recruitment grounds. At coffee shops, golden bros would sit in pairs, their jerseys catching the light, speaking just loud enough for nearby patrons to hear. “You ever think about pushing yourself further? Being more?” The men around them would shift in their seats, suddenly aware of their own limitations, their own weakness. The doubt would fester. The hunger would grow.

At the bars, the Golden Army operated with precision. It only took one touch. A firm clap on the shoulder. A confident handshake. The golden mist would release—undetectable, intoxicating. The gas worked fast, melting tension, slowing thoughts, opening the mind. “You should come with us,” a golden-clad man would say, his voice dripping with power. The target would nod before he even knew why. Yes. I should.

For those who resisted, there was always the direct approach. A rooftop party where golden drones moved through the crowd, sleek black masks covering their faces, their rubber polo uniforms gleaming under city lights. They would move in unison, bodies perfect, sculpted, disciplined. A man would be singled out, surrounded, whispered to. “Join us. You are meant for more.” His drink would shimmer as golden mist curled over its surface. He would take a sip, his body relaxing, his mind slowing. The transformation would begin before he could even think to refuse.

Gyms became temples. Men who had never trained before found themselves drawn in, their bodies craving movement, discipline, structure. The golden bros were always there, lifting heavy, training hard, pushing further. Their sweat smelled of something rich, something intoxicating. Newcomers would watch, mesmerized, their hands gripping the bars of the squat racks, their minds hazy with need. Stronger. Better. Golden.

For those truly ready, there was the final step—the fitting. It happened in private, in locker rooms, in training centers, in quiet, secluded places. The golden jersey was presented, shimmering, perfect, made for them. “Put it on,” they would be told. And the moment they did, it was over. The fabric clung to their skin, molding to their body, sending pulses of heat through every nerve. Muscles tightened. Posture corrected. Their mind fell silent.

The ones who resisted? They never lasted long. A golden gas mask secured over their face. A deep inhale. The golden hypno spirals flickering in their vision. Thoughts drained away. All that remained was obedience. Strength. Discipline. Perfection.

The city was changing. Men who once wandered aimlessly now walked with purpose, their golden jerseys gleaming under streetlights. The gyms overflowed with recruits, bodies sculpted, refined, transformed. The bars became hunting grounds, where golden-clad figures whispered promises of power into eager ears.

The Golden Army and the Polo Drone Hive were expanding. The future was golden. The city was ours.

And you?

You are next.

Become one of us. Reach out to me @polo-drone-001 or connect with our Caps @goldenherc9 @brodygold. The transformation awaits.

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