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when i look up a knitting term, the last thing I want is an ai overview. I want a 60+ year old woman with no understanding of lighting or helpful camera angles who still manages to give the most concise and clear explanation of how to execute purl 2tog through the backloop. ai summary fuck off, where is phyllis?
A Red Velvet Original: Jack Abbot x Reader (Based On Jack Becoming A Quinn VA)
AN: This started with a throwaway comment by @beebeechaos and turned into something I'm really interested in exploring. As usual much research has been done into voice acting, scriptwriters and Quinn as an app.
Summary: After doing a guest spot on Javadi’s podcast, Jack discovers there may be a niche for a voice like this.
The voice acting starts because of a guest spot on Javadi’s podcast. It’s another hustle she’s running alongside the Tiktoks, trying to give the public a taste of what life is really like on the front lines. He ends up talking about the eccentricities of the night shift, how you have to be a special type of person to fall in with the night crawlers, to do the things that his team do in the dark.
It’s Jesse that approaches him about the comments in the aftermath. He thinks Javadi’s too embarrassed to which is why he ends up hunched over the nurse’s station studying the nurse’s phone as he scrolls through the litany of people describing how sexy his voice is, how they could listen to it for hours no matter what he’s saying.
“You know…” Jesse says his thumb hovering a pink icon on his phone with a ‘q’ in the centre. “There’s this thing I do that no one knows about, it’s kind of wild.”
“Wilder than getting shot at on a Friday night?” Jack asks him as the full screen for an app called Quinn flashes up. He’s still salty that he didn’t pass that last TEMS psych eval. Apparently, it wasn’t what his therapist meant when he told him he needed to get a hobby.
“It’s… a different type of wild.” Jesse’s teeth sink into his lower lip indecisively before pulling up a profile entitled ThatSilverFox. He hands Jack the phone, the doctor’s eyebrows furrowing into a frown as he studies the details.
ThatSilverFox – Purveyor of fantasies and dedicated to your pleasure.
Scripts written by Red Velvet.
Male - 50,987 listeners – 5,000,567 plays.
345 Audios:
Boys & Their Toys – My new toy has arrived and you like to watch. [M4F] [Exhibitionism] [Voyeurism] [Toys] [Vibrator] [Edging Myself]
Bad Romance – You’ve been a bad girl and I need to teach you a lesson. [M4F] [Bondage] [Spanking] [Degradation] [MDom] [Blindfold] [Red Room]
The Boss – The way you’re bending over that desk… it gives me a lot of bad ideas. [M4F] [Power Dynamics] [Boss x Employee] [Oral] [Praise] [Body Worship]
There’s more, hundreds more. All with different tags and kinks.
“Are you telling me that the entire time I’ve known you, you’ve been secretly recording audio porn…” Jack hisses under his breath as he continues to thumb through the profile. He has to hand it to Jesse, he’s versatile.
“I started doing it to pay my way through nursing college and well, I got really fucking good at it.” Jesse says running a hand through his snare of gray curls. “One of my friends on the same course wanted to try her hand at script writing. She says it’s a great way to decompress after a pulling a shift at this hellhole.”
“This… Red Velvet… she works here too?” His gaze strays to a nurse that drifts past, his eyes narrowing as if trying to detect if they have a secret life as an erotic script writer.
“You’d be surprised by how many people in this place have worked in adult entertainment to make ends meet.” Jesse says with a seriousness Jack feels in the depths of his soul. They all know the story of Dennis Whitaker, homeless until Santos took him in, living on the 8th floor. “This is safe, inclusive, it gives us control and she’s right, it is a great way to decompress, something I think you’re struggling with after what happened with TEMS.”
Jack clears his throat, his palm scrubbing over the back of his neck as he takes in Jesse’s words. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it to himself, he spends most of his downtime in a state of hypervigilance, listening to the police scanner, bitter he isn’t one of those people rushing out to help. TEMS made him feel useful in a way he can’t explain to others who haven’t been a part of the services. That desire to deserve it’s been bred into him ever since his first tour and on his days off he finds himself lacking purpose.
“I mean I didn’t hate doing the podcast…” He says, shrugging his shoulders before gesturing at the phone that rests in the space between them. “But I’ve never done anything like that before, I wouldn’t know how.”
“Well…” Jesse drawls, his elbows coming to rest on the desk as the two of them bend their heads together conspiratorially. “I want to expand my brand a little, do a collaboration. Two guys, one girl kind of thing. The script Red Velvet has written is absolute fire, I just haven’t been able to find the right voice until…” He lets the rest of the sentence hang but Jack gets the drift.
“You think I’m the right voice?” Jack asserts, mulling this latest development over in his head.
Sex… it’s a fact of life. Something he’s very good at when he’s engaged in a relationship. And those kinks that were listed on Jesse’s profile, he’d participated in more than a few of them, the others… he wouldn’t mind exploring.
“I think you’ve got a great voice.” Jesse says earnestly before holding up his phone, shaking it from side to side. “And so do thousands of other people on the internet if Javadi’s podcast is anything to go by. I have studio set up at my place. We could do a few read throughs, you can get a feel for it, see if it’s your thing.”
“Alright.” It’s not like Jack has anything else to do when he’s not running the nightshift at PTMC, something like this, it might be a way to decompress, fill the time between shifts. “Send me the script and I’ll read it through.”
It’s an hour later his phone pings. He reaches into his pocket and see that Jesse was true to his word about sending the script the moment he got home.
Jesse Van Horn: File Attached.
Booked – A Red Velvet Original.
You get caught cheating and your professors must punish you any way they see fit. [MRoughDom] [MSoftDom] [Spanking] [Blowjobs] [Double Penetration] [Voyeurism] [Oral] [Overstimulation] [Pussy Slapping] [Fingering]
His eyebrows raise as he studies the script. It’s clear which role he’s meant to fit into. He can hear Jesse’s voice as the Soft Dom, smoothing over his own Rough Dom hard edges.
Jesse Van Horn: What do you think?
Jack Abbot: I’m in.
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The sweet chaos / rambling mess that is Shawn Hatosy on Twitter. Honestly, this man is a comedian.
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Meet Pando, not a forest but a single tree. Every trunk of the Quaking Aspen is genetically identical & connected by a single 80,000 year old root system, making it one of the largest and oldest living entities on Earth!
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I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.
You listen to music regularly? Why? Have you even tried quitting? Could you quit? You get music stuck in your head? Wow. You're so ruined and music brained. I bet you make your partners listen to music with you when you have sex. Music addiction has really ruined a whole generation. You know it's not realistic to expect reverb in real life, right? You're probably so desensitized that you don't even feel anything anymore when you hear a bird singing that it wants some fuck.
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the men in my life are all good men, or, at least, they are men who are not violent - and that is enough for a man to be considered good; that he could be violent but is not.
the men in my life are good men. recently at a hardware store one of the men in my life let me stand behind him, just a little, in that ghosting way that girls can learn. the disappearing technique we master of shadowing behind our Good Men. this was to protect me from a man who was not-being-good.
i fall down. one of the good men in my life offers me one arm like a knight, we are laughing while i clamber back onto my feet. i give the good men in my life piggy back rides because i like to show off how strong i am. i give the good men in my life run-at-them hugs. i let the good men in my life pick me up like i am a sack of grain; i get the good men in my life coffee, i make them sandwiches, i teach them dancing.
i am a man-hater, obviously. i am gay enough the insult is sort of funny. waiting for the bus, where there are men who are not-known-to-be-good, i google how to make a fist. i can never remember if the thumb goes on the outside or the inside, only that it is imperative that i do not fuck it up or i will break my thumb at the same time the man tries to break me.
i walk my dog around the track only-at-dusk and-no-later. i made that mistake once, in august, hoping i could take a later run and maybe see the stars - i romanticized the idea of being able to skulk like a fox. the man that followed me across three lawns, two road-crossings, and back to my car - he spent the whole time whistling. the good men in my life say - oh, do you need me to come with you? and are actually asking - do you feel safe?
i fall down in a supermarket. a man i do not know grabs the inside of my knee. i do not know if the man is good, but i am supposed to give men the benefit of the doubt, so i laugh while standing. a man trying-to-be-in-my-life says what, no hug? and i have to decide if it worth it to just take off or put up with it. a man who-might-not-be-good stares at me while i walk by - i have to calculate if he’s just looking or if he’s watching. other men have badly hurt me, physically. the casual remark made is that those men are not real men. but they were real enough, to me.
there are many men who are mad at me. an entire reddit thread once was dedicated to how to dox me for feminist ranting - it was kind of funny, when it wasn’t downright scary. i have been stalked and harassed and treated horribly. they are all good men, in their own lives, you know. they are not violent, usually, unless provoked, and all it takes for a man to be good is for him to not be violent unless provoked, and i am, of course, always provoking.
a man in my life rolls his eyes. “i am sick of hearing this. we get it, all men are fucking evil. get over it.”
a man who-is-not-good shouts something unwritable at me. i have to tell the good man i am standing next to - it’s okay, this is nothing compared to what-could-be, this happens, it’s really not that big of a deal to me.
