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Peter went to sleep that night like any normal night, but when he woke up he was in Avengers Tower... behind a desk with his name on it. A woman in a blue jacket looks at him with a half confused, half concerned face. "You okay Petey?Not like you to nod off mid shift..." Liquid metal grows into a gauntlet around her hand as a red light scans him over. "You're not sick..." Her look of worry turns to a smirk. "Did you go out last night?"

- @the-iron-knight-official

"Uh–" he starts, standing as he's scanned. Seeing as nothing is immediately shot at him afterwards, he decides she isn't an immediate threat and looks around. Avengers Tower? How did he get here? Oh, please don't let this be another nightmare about how I gave up being Spider-Man and Goblin took over the world. I don't want to do that again.

Given the knowing smirk he's getting, maybe, thankfully, that isn't the situation. "Go out? Nah, why would I?" he denies. He really didn't. He went to bed and this is how the universe(s?) repaid him! He opens his mouth, a second away from asking about the very interesting detail that currently is the gauntlet on the woman's hand, but he pauses. Should I know that already? Should I know her? She called me Petey! He has no idea how to play this. He'd have a better response if she freaked out and asked what he's doing here. He glances down at himself, making sure that this is, in fact, his body—and that he's not in his pajamas. Maybe it's a body swap situation.

I've been lurking around sfth tumblr for a while now and I absolutely love this community (Thanks for answering my anons!) I'm ready to come out from under my rock and interact a little I guess....

Anyway, so I wanted to introduce a friend to shoot from the hip and wanted to know which videos (longform/games) you would recommend for that. Thanks a lot:)

Helloooo so nice to meet you! :)

It depends on what your friend's sense of humour is like, honestly! Also their attention span when being shown new things- you want to hook them, so sitting them down and showing them all of one of the full length specials might be a bit much. (But if they're up for it, then by all means lol) I'd probably suggest showing them one of the short videos first and then showing them a longtorm, especially good if it's something in a genre that they enjoy.

As for which short videos- all of them are great imo- but for someone new to sith and improv in general, l'd probably say the following games are a good introduction:

From what l've seen people say I think Freezetag is a very popular game, Change is a quick concept to grab and engaging right off the bat and Genre is a really fun concept. Letters is also a very popular game, and l'd say that the switching between speakers helps to grab people's attention.

Some great short clips that l'd recommend:

Old age home (Change, yt link)

"I CAN SHOW YOU DESSERTS" link #1, link #2 (Genre, yt links)

"Daisy Left" (Change, yt link)

Is this a sexual moment? (Freezetag, tiktok link)

Letter of complaint about Your Mum- link #1, link #2 (Letters, yt links)

Overheard in IKEA (Change, yt link)

Letter to Ambulance Service (Letters, yt link)

He used to watch her in math class (Genre, tiktok link)

If they're less fond of cursing and innuendos then I have a yt playlist with a few videos that would be "safe" to show them :)

Longtorm recommendations based on genre:

Family sitcom style, exists in our reality:

The Milkman

The Neighbour's Under The Bed

All Eyes On Nigel

War-Romance:

The Leftenmost Window

Oh My God Is This A Joke

Horror:

Green Leaves On a Summers Day

Priscilla's Final Petal

Strange Noises From The Hole In The Wall

Gay:

Inside The Mysterious Cube

The Unrelenting Aubergine

The Mystery Of The Midnight Circus

Regency era-esque:

• The Off-Season

Fantasy:

Marigolds Bluebells and Hugh

Beetroots and Murder

Moist and Magical

The Phantom Of Hornchurch

Sci-FI:

And So It Begun

*peek eye through peekhole*

*peeks eye back at you*

Hello and welcome! Thank you very much for the ask!

I'm afraid I don't have an AU for that yet, but I really would like one. Whenever Harmony is a camp counselor (or babysitter if that's preferred), the kids' safety is her top priority. She loves being in the great outdoors and teaching children about the wonders of nature, but Harmony will also take her job seriously.

Since she also loves horror movies, she is well aware of the older, campy slasher ones. In fact, they are a couple of her favorites besides ones about the paranormal like ghosts and demons (which is her top favorite kind).

Because of this, Harmony knows some of the mistakes the victims including the final girl, and doesn't want to fall for the same problems. Yes, panic and fear can make anyone not think clearly but that's where the antagonist gets you. There are times when she may panic, but if others depend on her, that's a different story.

While most camps would not allow weapons, Harmony would conceal a few, mainly to protect the campers. She is a mama grizzly bear by nature and that is the worst kind of grizzly bear to ever come across. She would have a small pistol concealed, which she would use in the event similar to horror flicks.

She would also have a police-grade folding tactical knife that can slide into her purse or pocket. Another plus of the knife below is the glass breaker at the end.

Another weapon is also a smaller keyring knife like the one below.

Because you know, in some movies, even after shooting the antagonist, they can somehow survive. For good measure, Harmony will keep a pocket knife in case of close combat, or when she shoots the enemy down, she will slice them up and dig out their hearts to make sure they stay dead. Harmony hates killing, but in this case, it is to defend others and she knows reasoning with the killer or killers has a low chance of success.

Another thing to know is that in an emergency situation like being hunted down or having others depending on you, anything can be a weapon.

A shovel, axe, rope to strangle, a branch to smack the antagonist, and that pool noodle or intertube one of the kids left by the nearby lake, all potential weapons. Probably not as effective as bullets and blades, but they can help buy time until she can find better weapons.

Nagare knows better than anyone that Shiro is far from fragile, and yet that is the word that lingers in the forefront of his mind as he enters the room where his partner had been settled. Shiro looks better than he did earlier, the blood and filth from where he had clearly given his captors a hard time and paid for it had been washed, and some of the damage is hidden now by bandages that seem to have more colour than his skin. It doesn’t hide the bruises, purple and black, yellow and green, or the abrasions, and as Nagare reaches the side of the bed, reaching out to ghost a finger over a particularly dark bruise, golden eyes blink open and despite everything Shiro smiles at him.

“Nagare…”

“I’m sorry.” Apologies still don’t come easy to him, and Shiro is the only one that would hear such words openly from his lips. But, right now they drip out, blood from a wound that can’t be seen and won’t heal until Shiro is well again, and those that had taken him and hurt him, all to get at Nagare have been dealt with. Shiro blinks, shifts and grimaces, and Nagare flinches and knows the movement has been noticed when those gold eyes narrow.

“This wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes, it was. It was my games, my actions that sent them after you,” Nagare and Shiro have made a complicated peace with the past, choosing the future over old scars and wrongs. Yet, the past has ever been reluctant to let them go. “They should have come for me.” They will now, Nagare added privately, he and the others had made sure of that. He might not be a King anymore, but he had allies and means to get the message across, and with Shiro on the line he had used everything he had it his disposal.

“Then we would still be in this situation,” Shiro murmured. “One of us injured in bed, and the other heavy with guilt. No matter, which way you play the game, the odds were against us this time and that’s not your fault or mine, we were…complacent.”

“This wasn’t a game,” Nagare spat, the word sour in his mouth, because he had played those kinds of games once. Revelled in them even, and Shiro knew that…and was forgiving him.

“No, it wasn’t,” Shiro agrees, voice mild, as though they weren’t talking about the fact that he had been kidnapped and injured. As though his face didn’t pinch as he shifted so that he could reach out and tangle his fingers with Nagare, who was startled to realise he was shaking, or perhaps they both were, because Shiro’s grip was almost painful in it’s intensity. “But, it also wasn’t your fault.”

“But…”