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pamela-lntt · 1 month
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That new episode huh?
Listened to ep 7 two times because I'm not from the states and also finally drew Ambrose !!
Tried to keep him human-y, but unsettling by making some parts a little too pointy (and his main color is purple because it's the combination of Matt and Emily's colors oooh, but it's a dark purple to fit with the podcast logo colors theme I started lol)
Like my art? Consider buying me a coffee!
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s-bean200 · 6 days
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NQD Relisten Group!
Hello! I have started a relisten group for NQD!
The hope is to relisten to the most recent episode before the next episode drops and have time to chat about it! I've created a discord group to host the meetings!
The next session is this weekend: April 27th at 12:00PM EST! We will be listening to episode 36 and discussing!
The discord group is also a spot to chat about theories and share fanworks! It's all very informal but I'm excited to get fans together and chatting! 💕💕 If you are interested DM me and I can pass the link along!
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vestaclinicpod · 4 months
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12 Days of Podmas ☃️📆
Merry, merry Christmas, everyone! And a happy first of the 12 Days of Podmas to InCo (@itmeblog) which I have LOVED listening to this year!
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InCo follows a jaded information courier, Nova, and the boy she rescues from Space who is claiming to be a Prince from a planet that may or may not actually exist.
It's so, so good! Be sure to put it on your 2024 to-listen lists!!
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muppenthings · 2 years
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(Start) (Previously) (Next)
CW: none!
With the giant freed, the Ocean mers are quick to bundle up the ropes and nets in bags, handing them to the Elders. They exchange a few words before returning to the open ocean; Tide maturely sticks his tongue out after them.
He briefly contemplates if he should dart away. Just to hear their surprised squeaks as they eat his debris. But he’s a mer of his word so he’ll at least hear them out.
Tide makes himself comfortable on the seafloor, making the Elders tense before realizing that's he's staying put. They approach him once again.
"Well then," an Elder starts carefully, "in order for you to cease all raiding of our communities, what can we reasonably offer you?"
Tide ponders. 'You could keep offering me snacks' is what he should say. It’s the most reasonable option after all. He spares a glance at Merry, who gives him a small nod of encouragement. He don’t want to leave…
"I want to stay," he blurts out, surprising himself. And the Elders if their shocked squeaks are anything to go by. The squeak Merry makes is just of excitement, however.
Tide is about to dismiss the idea as a joke. There's no way they'd ever-
"I think that could be arranged," Elder Jewel agrees, eliciting even more mixed squeaks from the mers. She raises a hand to her fellow elders, ‘hear me out’. They glance around bewildered but fall into silence as Jewel continues,
"However. If you join our community, you can't take food as you please. Nor from any other community. We ask you to act civil, to do your part for the community and we will look after you in turn. Of course, we’ll have to go into more detail later for accommodations and such."
Tide's jaw hangs open. Merry barely stifles a giggle the sight.
"We first ask of you to make amends for the trouble that you've caused. To show your good will and change of heart,” Elder Jewel finishes, the other Elders chirps in agreement. Even Elder Beck joins in, although slightly hesitant.
Tide snaps out of his stupor. "And what does that entail?" he asks cautiously.
"You will travel to the communities you've raided and help them in their everyday chores until they deem it enough.”
The giant mulls it over. Sure, it’ll be a bit awkward but it’s totally do-
"And this extends to the humans.”
Tide almost chokes on water.
“They’re important trading partners and if you are to stay, you need to be on good terms with them as well. Do this and we will embrace you full heartedly into our community." More nods from the others and Merry’s excitedly flicking their tail back and forth.
They all look expectantly at Tide for his answer.
"I don't speak human," he mumbles with a frown, an anxious knot settling in his stomach. He’s not all too happy about having to help humans in the first place, but if it means that he gets to come home then it’s a hurdle he can overcome. But the language barrier would make it near impossible.
"But I do." Merry piques up. They gently tug at Elder Jewels kelp shawl, a gesture the elder mer knows all too well. She couldn’t deny her little Seastar’s request.
"I suppose Merry could accompany you then. As an interpreter and holding you responsible," she nods with a smile, a smile that Merry joyfully returns.
“Do you agree to our terms?”
“Yes!” Tide exclaims a little too fast, before continuing in a more cool manner, “I mean, I guess that’s agreeable.”
Merry unleashes a happy squeak.
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katiefratie · 3 months
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Deep sexy voice Havana is so unnerving aghajshq that's not the grapefruit man I've come to know!
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taffywaves · 2 years
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I love the spiral and its goofy picasso self
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fluxydrawings · 2 years
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woah! zam and spoke podfic be upon ye! this was a super fun one ta make :D slowly growing the lifesteal podfic tag w/ my own two hands,,,
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snavian · 1 year
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Now call me harsh if you wish. But if someone joins a public lobby and proceeds to ignore every ping, rush through caves and immediately call the drop pod. Then why did they even bother playing with others in the first place. Why not play solo.
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emeraldcreeper · 1 year
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Just in time for me to officially run out of patience for the rest of this project to come off cooldowns and age up, behold! My first JTP and campaign 3 fandragon! Gaze upon Cammie! The only one who is done yet! Troy and Umbi incoming after they’re born and age up in like 15ish days maybe, hopefully, if I hatch the dragons I’m looking for!
Since I’m like pretty sure the Venn diagram between flight rising user and very enthusiastic JTP listener who was like I should do dragons for the group is just me (although I wanna see more, I wanna see other interpretations so bad), I’ll explain this a little, people will sometimes breed and design dragons themed after existing characters, hence the name fandragon. And I’m doing a set for Join The Party, specifically the new campaign’s main 3, maybe more later, if there’s other characters that strike my fancy, because I am very into having long projects. (peep my Hibernal den under the projects tab for troys and umbis soon-to-be parents plus the several gene projects I’m noodling on/trying to finish) Again, I promise I’m not playing favorites, I just wanted more specific color and gene combinations for Umbi and Troy that the auction house did not have, outside of finding a male and female with the right combination. As a preview, Troy is going to be a black and gold imperial with butterfly wings, and Umbi is going to be a swampy-green bogsneak.
And to explain my general process, in brief because when the whole crew is done more I’ll explain my choices more fully, but I took the art and general color schemes and translated that to the dragon breeds, genes, and colors that are available, trying to match apparel and outfits to characters, and taking mild liberties when necessary (exhibit A, Nonny, and exhibit b which is not existent yet, the yet unplanned for familiars for the as of yet utterly pet/companionless Troy and Umbi)
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HOLY SHIT WAIT LITERALLY A MINUTE IN TO THE FIRST EPISODE OF CAMPAIGN 2 AMANDA SAYS THE REAL VILLAIN IS GOING TO BE CAPITALISM AND SHES FUCKING RIGHT THATS HOW THEY END THE CAMPAIGN. WAHT THE FUCK HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HANDLE THIS EMOTIONALLY. IT ALL COMES FULL CIRCLE <-crying on the floor
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s-bean200 · 2 months
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NQD Lore Doc Updates
Hello!
I love to update the lore doc after every new episode just to get all the thoughts down in a digital format. Yay patreon releases! and yay transcripts letting me get all the details!
Today I am giggling like a fiend cause I added the bullet point "Sbean’s out of pocket theory (as of ep 33)" like the entire document is not already purely my wild mad ravings lmao
Anyways, uh, listen to NQD it's so so so so good and it's making me use all of my biology knowledge whilst also crying over very emotional dialogue.
PS! If anyone wants the link to the document! I will happily share, just DM me!
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arolesbianism · 4 months
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Ok no yeah I'm severely mentally ill over Olivia what's wrong with her (affectionate)
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aqua-ginger · 6 months
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Wowza! A new fandom fic! I never thought I'd see the day!
New actual play podcast- this time it's join the party! I absolutely adore actual plays and superheroes, so season two has a special place in my heart! I told myself I'd write this once I caught up, and once I did, I wrote this in 24 hours.
Summary Below:
Milo gets really drunk at the Holiday party and decides to tell his best friend Lucas about being a superhero. Things Ensue.
or in the Words of Amanda McLoughlin:
Amanda: Every time you looked away, their mouths were like centimeters apart. And then one of them would, like, look to the side, they'd be like, "Oh, Taco Bell." And you'd be like, "No!"
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katiefratie · 9 months
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The evidence for acearo Troy Riptide is piling up! They only pick up peoples backstories to make friends!!
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monkilu · 1 year
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just me and the bestie trying to remain positive whilst dealing with the horrors
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evilminji · 3 months
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You know all those Cults in Gotham?
Bet at least ONE of them could spring for both a Legit Magic User and a Cloning pod.
Because The Wayne's? Hearts of Gold. Long standing pains in the asses. Probably the only thing standing between this gods forsaken wasteland of a city and Their Dark Lord. For GENERATIONS no less!
It's sooooo obnoxious!
So they want to Curse Um dead. Just a good ol fashioned bloodline curse. Destroy um from within, etc. BUT! To do THAT? You kinda need a blood relative to sacrifice!
And Bruce is... well... rather infamously An Orphan With No Biological Kids (at that point).
So? What do you do? Make one, obviously. You send in some of your own on a Holy Mission. Honeypot that playboy! Get us a kid to sacrifice! Our God will reward you etc! But... FFS! What? Are brunettes not your TYPE or something?! Pretty lady! Throwing herself at you!!
TAKE THE BAIT!
But he DOESN'T. Because he's both really used to that behavior, as The Wayne Heir and a False Playboy, AND because? He's fuckin Batman. He can see through your schemes.
Okay.
Okay!
Plan B!
Get us some DNA. We'll CLONE the sucker. That should be doable, right?
........OH COME ON! How?!
Batman: [REDACTED] / Cultists: 0
Fuck it! This is impossible! How are we supposed too... *eyes drift over to the Wayne Family Private Graveyard* .......Idea? Ideeeeaaaa~! Someone get us a shovel!
So they, cultist bastards that they are? Fuckin rob a grave for some DNA.
OBVIOUSLY though, it can't be one of the more RECENT graves! He probably VISITS those! Watches them! No we gotta be SNEAKY! Get one a bit further back! Mwahahahaha! We're so brilliant! Our God is gonna give us SUCH a Good Grade in follower!
A thing that is both REAL and possible to achieve!
So, while a Weirdly FURIOUS Batman? Is just... VIOLENTLY breaking ALL of their bones? Cultist 17 is furiously digging like his life depends on it. Either somebody snitched or Batman was hunting them down! Either way?
Gotta! Get! That! DNA!!! *digs faster*
Ah HA! Got it!
Fucking SCATTER! Run you fools, RUN!!! *everyone bolts*
And AT LAST! They have it! Wayne DNA! Now? Pop that sucker into the machine and make us a baby! Too sacrifice! *relieved noises* Man, that was hard work you guys. But we DID it!
Except??
Theoretical Babies? And "Real, slowly forming in front of me and becoming a human child" type babies? VERY DIFFERENT psychologically. It's ONE thing to sacrifice a HYPOTHETICAL baby... but when you're the guy running and monitoring the Cloning machine? Watching it slowly form and come together into... into a CHILD?
You start asking questions of yourself. Of God.
Of what, EXACTLY, you are willing to do.
What lines you find yourself unwilling to cross.
And yeah, your life was SHIT before the cult. Yeah, you were alone. Adrift. Without purpose. Angry at the world for all of its ugliness and failings. But... sitting, alone, in a dark room? Nothing but the steady hum of machines and the cool light of that pod? You are left with nothing but time... and your thoughts.
And the baby.
The one... the one YOU made.
Almost... he's almost like a son, in a way. Your son. Floating there, innocent and unknowing. Destined to be born, only to die painfully, for a cause he could not even begin to understand. Because he's too young. Too small. Just... just a baby.
The baby YOU made.
Doubt seeps in like mist. Creeping into the cracks forming in your faith. Surely there's another way, right? Why not save up for a better magician? Or... or hire a hitman? Why involve a child? Surely... surely your God would not WANT this, right? Or if He did! Surely, he would want the boy to be able to CHOOSE, right? A noble sacrifice, for the cause?
The pressure builds. Batman is tearing the city APART looking for your fellow Believers. Leadership is pressuring you to get "It" ready all ready.
He's not an "it".
They are dismissing your questions. Threatening and posturing, as you grapple with your faith. Where? Where is the COMMUNITY that you joined? The camaraderie? Every day, Believers are being torn down. The faith has lost so many!
How can this be WORTH it?
Your faith is slowly, cruelly, strangled in your chest. A death, by ten thousand silences, and ten thousand more cruelties.
Your son is ready.
You do not tell them.
The Clone of Bruce Wayne's great-grandfather is small, but healthy, in your arms. A tiny warm body, with a strong beating little heart. You call the police. Leave your phone, call running, on the desk. No one thinks to stop you, as you calmly walk out the back door.
Why would they doubt?
You are Faithful.
You drive. Pray to a God you have lost faith in, beg forgiveness for what you do now. Your beat up old junker of a car makes decent time, as you leave Gotham. Your son, asleep in a carefully made nest of blankets, on the seat next to you. You drive. You keep driving.
Past towns.
Past cities.
Out of the state.
Stopping only to feed your son and fuel your car. You... you can not bring yourself to care about what will happen to you now. You know they will find you. Know this is the end. But something ancient burns in your chest. A caring you never thought was REAL.
You are afraid.
But you will not let them harm your son.
Finally, a town. Far from Gotham. Quite and cheerful. It calls to you.
Here. It... it has to be here.
You find the hospital. Tears choking you. There is a place to drop of children. You've seen them before. How strange, that now you stand before it and HURT. Your arms not listening to your command. You... you have to do this. You HAVE too.
He is just a baby.
He is your son.
You have to keep him safe. And... and that can not be with you.
You gently put your baby boy into the drop off. Press the buzzer. And then? You make yourself walk away.
Get back in your car, and drive. The gun in your glove box will insure they can never pry from you, what you have done. Where he is. He is safe now. He has to be. You... you did your job. As his father. You made sure he was safe.
You can barely see the road, through your tears.
You take your secrets to the grave.
And Danny? He grows up. Is adopted young and never knows different. Both a Fenton and a Wayne. Knowing only one of these, to be his. But... that Wayne? Was a damn fine man. A pillar of his community and a champion of the people.
Got tossed more then a few blessings, in his life.
They weren't the STRONGEST. But they added up. And more importantly? Were hardly the refined magics of the more powerful. They were cast onto "Him". By blood and bone, more often then not. Which was all well and good!
When there was only ONE of "Him".
Cloning technology did not exsist. So why would you word carefully against it? Danny becomes a VERY lucky boy. Survives many things he should not. In fact, the kindness and hard work of his original? Gifted back in magically powered well wishes? By this, he survives something NO ONE could possibly expect him too.
It saves his life.
His template would be quite pleased, knowing that. That his life of good deeds, saved the life of the child he never got a chance to meet. That it protected his children, from even beyond death.
And in Gotham? At long, long last. The program Bruce made in his helplessness and despair, to search EVERY child until the child made of his bloodline was found? Spits out a match.
A Watchtower engineer.
Daniel J. Fenton.
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