#Soundbyte Management

[togament]

omgggggg togame with a breeding kink i 🫣 if he can take care of choji of course he could take care of a baby

hello, anon! first off, holy shit thank you for planting that idea in my brain. togame with a breeding kink is making me THINK THINGS.

" togame didn’t realize he had a breeding kink until you put the offer on the table. now it’s all he wants to do to you. "

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : BREEDING KINK TOGAME TIME HOLY FUUUUCK, slight praise + degradation combo if you squint, fem! reader, mating press, slight choking, reader is kind of a brat but togame can manage, crying over how good it feels, togame’s going feral, togame’s breeder ballz, togame’s horse cock, togame.

you know the drill. MDNI under the cut. if you’re under 18, shoo shoo now please and thank you.

“I kinda want a baby,” you say as your sunk into your plush couch, sounds ranging from 2 second long clips of popular pop songs to ridiculous soundbytes emanate from your phone while you mindlessly scroll through your instagram reels. your eyes don’t meet togame’s but you can just feel him staring at you with eyes larger than saucers.

you feel the couch dipping when he moves to see you clearer. “woah, babe. where’s this all comin’ from?” he purred with a light lilt to his voice, already set to tease you about it. he’s placing his phone down on the coffee table to face you fully on the couch.

you got his attention.

“I mean… you can handle choji right? if you can take care of him, then you can definitely take care of a baby,” you follow suit, placing your phone on top of his on the table, mirroring him as you face him too. “just thought you’d be a great dad and all.”

‘—a great dad…’ he echoes in his mind. that… sounds appealing to him somehow.

“babies don’t beat people up senselessly, do they?” he jokes. it’s his own silly way of lightening up the mood because huh? that was such a serious subject to open up about. but then he’s met with silence and you reaching out to take your phone back from the coffee table.

oh. oh you were serious about it.

he fucked up there.

you feel his larger hand cover yours before you even touch your phone. with a chuckle, his voice lowers into a soft drawn out tone. it’s like he’s cooing at you. “hmm. ‘a baby’ or ‘our baby’, bunny?” a smile ghosts his features, an eyebrow raised at you with his head angled towards you. while he’s waiting for you to cool down (it doesn’t take long), he’s raising your hand to his lips, he presses kisses on the back of it without looking away from you for a second.

he wants you to know he’s serious too. albeit a bit more… eager than he’d hoped he’d seem.

“…you know what i mean, idiot,” you add with a roll of your eyes. pulling your hand away, you effortlessly pivot yourself to straddle his lap on the couch. he lets out a small hum with his large hands squeezing your ass cheeks. you can feel his thumbs digging into your hip bones, guiding you to move on his now hardened cock through his gray sweatpants.

“i wanna hear it from your lips though,” he guides you to circle your hips, earning a soft sigh from him when you wordlessly comply. “let me ask it again,” his thumbs reach into your shirt to rub at the skin of your hips. your hips seem like they got a mind of its own. staring down at your boyfriend, you swear there’s a different type of glow to them.

he already knew what you wanted to do when you placed your phone over his and not beside it.

“you want me to take care of ‘a baby’ or ‘our baby’?” he purrs, feeling you soak through your panties. his sweatpants have two darker spots on them now, right under where you’re grinding and one just above it. already succumbing to the pleasure, you shamelessly, deliciously start grinding harder, your hands behind you and steady on his knees. letting go of your hip, he thumbs your clit while you continue riding him. you let out a yelp.

“hm? well, baby? you just gonna ride me dry and leave me hangin’?”

a beat.

“o-our baby.” you moan, throwing your head back while you continue soaking through your shorts, your panties. “our baby, togame- fuck-“

withdrawing his thumb harshly from your clit, he purrs. “good fucking girl.”

expertly maneuvering you so he could have you underneath him on the couch, his hand yanks your panties so they’re just hanging from your ankle. dipping lower, he presses kisses along your clothed chest and down, down towards your sopping wet pussy. licking and gently biting on your inner thigh, he looks up at you to speak once more. “Imma need you to scream that shit later, alright doll? I want the neighbors to know yer getting a baby put in ya.”

"so we throwin' the condoms away now?" he teases, motioning over to the side of your bed where you leave boxes upon boxes of condoms. you're both on the bed now, clothes haphazardly shed around your apartment. he's prepped you on the couch earlier, eating you out until you were an absolute quivering mess. your thighs are littered with hickies, bites and small crescents from his nails from when you tried to move away -- you were sensitive but he knew you could handle it.

he's hovering over you, staring down at you so lovingly you almost want him to cuddle you instead. his fingers caress your cheek softly and you lean into it, staring back up at him. FUCK. OKAY. gotta keep your head in the game.

you're trying to get bred and your boyfriend is more than willing to do so. "just shut up and fuck a baby into me already-" you groan, hooking your legs over his waist to pull him closer to you. he's painfully hard right now and he so desperately needs that hot wet warmth envelop him but.. what's this? attitude when he's giving you what you want?

he knows your little game. he's gonna play into it like the great boyfriend that he is.

"okaaay, okay. jesus, baby. tryna let me fuck that attitude outta ya?" his hand ghosts along your neck, caressing it before giving it a light squeeze. your smaller hand caresses his forearm.

"should I just get up and leave?" you add, squeezing his forearm, making him squeeze just a bit harder. "I said what I said."

he huffs when he feels your ankles digging into his lower back. "bossy," reaching down, he pumps his cock a few times before painting the pre on your folds. he's licking his lips now, loving the slick that's coating his thick, mushroom tip. "but that's why I fell in love with you." dripping lube onto your pussy and his tip now, he moves.

no prep, no easing in, no whispered assurances. he's fully sheathed inside of you now; he's curved upwards and to the right so he's definitely, definitely pressing up against the spongey part, moving slightly just to caress it from the inside. his pubes pressing tightly against your core as he stills for a brief moment, breathing in through his teeth with a 'hsssss'. "hhhaaa-! god, you feel so good-" gripping your hips and guiding you to place your legs on the insides of his elbows, leaning closer to you, pressing deeper.. deeper. "i think i'm boutta bust-", he's managed to sneak another teasing jab at you before you slap his chest with a soft thud.

"don't you fucking da-Aah~!" you attempt to nag him before he has you folded into the mattress, held into a mating press with his larger and steady frame. his thick member fucks into you and you yelp, digging your nails into his shoulders. you're sensitive, extremely so. after cumming on his tongue thrice earlier, how couldn't you be? y

ou can feel his balls slapping against your ass. "s-good!!!!" your voice goes unheard, already cock drunk while your lover's fully concentrated on give you what the both of you so desperately want. he doesn't respond. he's moving so harshly the bed shakes and creaks. the headboard rhythmically bumping against the wall above you. his thrusts are far from how he usually fucks you though. it's like he's a different demon now.

it's like he's on a mission.

of course he is. he's out to breed you, remember?

with every thrust, every roll of his hips, you can feel he's been holding this back. how he never asked to take you without a condom on, always waiting for you to speak up first. he's savoring it. sweat drips from his curly black hair and down to your chest, naked bodies writhing on the clean sheets of your bed.

it'll no longer be clean when he's done with you.

"i fuckin' love you," he mumbles against your neck, licking a line up to your ear and he whispers hotly, "i love fuckin' you. yer cunt's droolin' fer me, bunny. want that baby so badly?" his voice grows hot against your neck but then you feel his hand snake between the both of you, pinching and rubbing your clit until you're tightening around him even more. "ye-yes," you whimper quietly, meeting his emerald eyes before he rubs faster, FASTER. "remember what I asked, sweetie? i need you to scream. need the neighbors t'hear y--" "fuck-yes!! put a baby in me togame please, oh fucking PLEASE..!!" you scream and beg, earning a satisfied togame.

"that's my girl," he coos, rubbing your clit and thrusting into you deeper and harder, his fat tip pressing kisses on your cervix.

with the mixed sensation of your pussy clenching around him and his throbbing length buried inside you, he feels like he's about to-

"c-cum.. I'm gonna fuckin' cum. where d'ya want me, baby?" he says between thrusts. he stops rubbing your clit for a moment to spit on his hand to rub you again. "fuckin' scream for me."

"inside! cum inside me please!" you do as you're told. he's rolling your clit between his thumb and forefinger to coax out another reaction from you. his eyes never leaving your sweating and writhing form. "l-look at me when I'm cumming-filling this tight pussy up-- put that baby in y-" his thrusts grow sharper, sloppier, you keep your eyes trained onto him, digging your nails into his shoulders. "sh-it!! I love you-uughh!" a groan escapes his lips as he fills you for the first time. his hand stills on your clit while he's steadily sheathed inside you, spilling and throbbing. the warmth is addicting. you follow suit, squirting and tightening around his thick length, back arching from the bed. you tremble underneath him while you both come down from your high.

with a sigh, he barely holds his weight up on his elbows, hovering over you. he leans down to press a loving, sweaty kiss on your lips though.

"happy?" he asks, still breathless.

the brightest of smiles paint your lips before you respond. "let's do that again." "idiot." ♡⋆˙

a/n: hhehegreehhehe togame. send tweet. tysvm for reading through this and extra tysvm for anon ;v;

p.s: landlord fucking hates you and togame btw lol constant noise complaint after noise complaint. iykyk.

[duhragonball]

What’s your overall opinion on Jiren as a character and an antagonist?

I think a lot of Jiren critics miss the point with the guy. In particular, Team Four Star keeps trying to reduce Jiren to some cutting soundbyte. He's boring, he's like U11's Superman, he's an inversion of Goku, etc. You're never going to appreciate a character unless you're willing to meet the concept halfway.

In brief, he's the Man to Beat in the Tournament of Power. Unlike the other 69 opponents in the event, who resent Goku for getting them into this mess, Jiren finds Goku to be a nuisance, unworthy of his time or effort. Jiren can sweep the entire field by himself, and he knows it, but he's so bitter and depressed that he takes no satisfaction from any of it. This is just another job for him, one more chore in a long list of tasks that only he can do.

Jiren's sick of it. He suffered all this tragedy in his past, and now he's achieved seemingly ultimate strength, and it feels pointless to him. He wants to protect his universe and uphold justice. I think he's got that much in common with the Pride Troopers at least. But there's no joy in it for him. His victories are meaningless and hollow to him. Defeat is virtually impossible. Fighting the Tournament of Power is no better or worse for him than sitting alone in his room, staring at the wall.

I think that's what frustrates a lot of fans, because they want Jiren to be this exciting and charismatic figure, a cartoonish supervillain like Vegeta, or Frieza, or Cell, or a bizarre monster like Broly, or Buu, or Janemba. But Jiren flips the script by not giving a shit about Goku. He's not mad at Goku for causing the Tournament of Power to happen, he's not excited to fight Goku, he's not charmed by Goku's enthusiasm. He just wants to dominate the Tournament and leave. Not that Jiren has anything better to do with his time. He just wants to get it over with.

I think that's what makes the Vegeta vs. Jiren segments of the tournament so fun to watch. Look, I'm a big fan of Vegeta, but nobody thought he was going to be the one to take Jiren down. Vegeta's job was to try anyway, and get beat down to show just how tough things would be for Goku. And yet, we kept seeing Vegeta diving headlong into the fray anyway. He'd fight Jiren solo, he'd double-team him with Goku, he'd watch Goku fight Jiren and look for openings. Vegeta kept coming back for more, taking any action he could get, often with a big smile on his face.

Why is it so satisfying when Vegeta manages to get those small little victories against Jiren? He never came close to winning, but he still managed to find openings in his defenses, and he kept coming back for more, and in the end, he gained Jiren's respect. Why does this matter? Because Vegeta's loaded with passion, passion that Jiren lacks. He does take satisfaction from winning, and he does care deeply about the stakes, and even if this battle were just for funsies, he'd still give it his all because he enjoys combat for its own sake. That's what makes him so tenacious, even when he doesn't stand a chance.

And that's what stymies Jiren, because on several occasions he wonders why his opponents refuse to just roll over and accept defeat. That's what he'd do in their shoes, after all, because for him victory and defeat have lost all meaning. There's similar moments with 17, Frieza, and Goku, but I think the moments with Vegeta are especially prominent, just because Vegeta is so laser-focused on defeating Jiren personally, as opposed to merely winning the tournament or running down the clock.

Ultimately, what turns Jiren around is when Goku and the others manage to win him over with their fighting spirit. Once Goku surpasses him with Ultra Instinct and he starts to despair, his teammates cheer him on, and he forges ahead. He loses the battle and Goku praises him for his performance, and he finally understands what it is that drives the others. Then he confides in Toppo that he has no friends and Toppo's like "We're your friends, dummy." So Jiren still has a long way to go, but at least he's beginning to climb out of his rut.

And that's what makes the character interesting. For his opponents, he's this wall they have to break through, but for him, it's about rediscovering something through the course of the battle.

Is he a good villain? No, but he's not supposed to be a villain at all. He's an antagonist in a story without a bad guy. He's an opponent who lacks the passion that the main cast have, and that's a weak point he discovers as the story wears on. It's a very cool thing we see. I don't know how that will work for future Jiren stories, but that's a problem for another day, I guess.

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Very bizarre headcanon / idea

Television Demon starts shit but accidentally crashes the movie night for the Hotel. He'd been in full overlord form angling for the radiotower side of the new hotel, screaming in a garbled static because he was incoherent with rage after Alastor taunted him mid-show.

Alastor being a cheeky little fucker, pops open a window to ask Vox if he'd care to comment on the rumours the last callers had raised? That Vox was built like a kendoll with detachable attachments.

Vox is pissed primarily because he knows Alastor knows that's only half true... but he's having trouble getting actual words to form outside of a thousand soundbytes screaming like a t-rex all at once, in response.

The Overlord form's main screen has to lower to stare at the radio demon, glaring in fury, to which Alastor laughs and narrates the situation to his listeners. Resting an elbow on the windowframe as he cups his face, grinning in genuine devilish joy to see the other so undone.

"Not helping the rumours, my good technological nightmare, by reacting like this... Now, since I have you here for an interview, would you care to comment on having something four foot long that glows AND vibrates? Really, Vox, I've heard of experimentation but this sounds like overcompensation to a morbid degree, is your little moth encouraging such insanity?"

"Ksshzzt -o0u wi-wi-WISHhhhh, Fuc-Fuc-FUcccKKKK3333r..."

"...not particularly, no. Shall I take that as confirmation? Excellent. Dear listeners, it appears that our unexpected guest is trying to work out how best to goad me outside without destroying the foundation of the hotel that his majesty, Lucifer, remade with his own power for dear Princess Charlotte. I doubt his little highness would be too magnanimous towards anyone who destroyed it again..."

He laughs wildly, the sound distorting into a warbling noise of threat as a sharp bolt of electricity made contact.

"Dear listeners, it appears that the little picture box is seeking to play rough and tumble... so do forgive my ending this little show early in order to entertain his foolishness. Enjoy the preprogrammed selection of music, and have a blood-soaked night of your choosing."

A record clicked over automatically as the microphone switch flicked off. Alastor launches himself out the window, growing in size, as the door to his tower snaps open, with a worried Charlie and scowling Husk yelling at him to stop.

The tech overlord makes an earsplitting metallic screech as he fell back, slamming harshly into ground outside with the full demonic form of the radio demon on his chest, the jaw unhinging to laugh... and then to bite.

Vox ejects electricity into the other's chest, right where he knew adam had hit the guy, his cables parrying the tendrils, to elicit an agonised howl of grinding static and an animalistic screech.

Sharp claws descend to tear off one of his secondary screens, blood and fluid begins to cover them both. Red and blue, Vox enjoys that he managed to reopen that poorly concealed wound, and taunts Alastor over the airways.

"GUYS, STOP!" Charlie shouts, throwing down a blast of her musical fireworks to try and distract. They burn the respective skins of two overlords, long enough for the front doors to burst open and admit the furious tiny monarch...

"Just WHAT do you think you're doing on the grounds of MY DAUGHTER'S HOTEL?" he yells, a menacing ball of hellfire in one hand. Or, it had been... because suddenly both OVerlords are being engulfed in the licking nightmare, as Lucifer flew himself closer, grinning.

"Not so powerful now, are we? Don't try to put it out, only I can... hellfire, you know? Hah. You two stop this and I'll even let you regenerate a bit before I toss you both out of here for ruining movie night."

"Dad, stop! Remember the mercy thing we talked about?" Charlie yells, Husk helping her down via his seldom-used wings, because the alternative was Charlie jumping out the window without thought to her safety. Lucifer snaps the flames away as she approaches, leaving charred OVerlords growling at him. "Alastor, I need you to stop fighting Mr Vox... it looks bad for the hotel... and Mr Vox, please make an appointment before coming here."

A tendril pats her on the head and pointedly moves her out of reach as Vox blasts another round of electricity directly into his chest. Alastor responds by gouging at his arm until it dangled loosely.

"I. Said. STOP!" Lucifer Commands, blasting the pair with his aura. IT feels like a sledgehammer coming from every angle.

Vox and Alastor emit something warped and primal, forced out of OVerlord form by the King. Vox noted, with dizzy satisfaction, that Alastor had gone pale as he clutched his chest... near insensate from the resonance.

Seizing the opportunity, he flips them, pinning Alastor and catching both wrists to send bursts of controlled charge at the other in a rapidfire assault that finally overwhelms the smug fucker. Vox finds himself hurled off the radio demon by a large angelic wing, blinking rapidly to locate the King looking down at him with distinct distaste.

"Sinner, you test my patience... at least the bellhop had the sense to stop when I forced you both apart." His features were equally blank when he stared at the bloody mess of both Overlords, before grinning as he raised a hand. "I think you need some time out, hmm? Let's get you back to that little tower of yours and out of my hair."

"FfffuCCcKKk" Vox feels himself on the fritz, mind computing a dozen plans in microseconds, trying to locate a loophole. The little princess was kneeling by Alastor, her hands already bunching up her red blazer and applying it with force to the bleeding gash that lay beneath the clothes.

Husk, the drunken sot, positioned himself between them to ensure Vox didn't have line of sight access.

In a panic, he hurls himself into the nearest phone on the King's hip, and then back down so he was behind the Princess. The King hurtled towards the Overlord, who shoved Charlie and Husk backwards with a burst of electricity as he snatched at the Radio Demon.

Lucky the fucker was part tech, because it made it easier to fold their physical forms down into electricity and hurl them towards the nearby line. In his panic, Vox goes downstream instead of up, and this little fuck up meant they ended up in the hotel itself... ironically, in a way that even Alastor may have laughed at, in the television itself.

Lucifer, outside, tries to summon the pair back to him, but something... goes wrong.The TV sparks, screen static and coloured lines, as the Overlords and their angelic injury hindered smooth translation back to physical form.

Angel yelps, falling over the back of the couch with Niffty in one arm, Kiki in another, Fat Nuggs in a third and a distinctly startled Vaggie tucked under a fourth. It was quite the spectacle.

The tech begins to scream, as does the DVD player, until the room began to light up in a way that seemed to suggest an explosion was at hand.

And then... it stopped.

Whatever the fuck that was, it settled right back into the DVD menu screen with the occasional blip and flicker.

"What?"

"Charlie, hun? Something's fucked with the tv?"

Charlie, skidding inside, takes note of the sudden change to the screen. "Oh no..."

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Waking up in an unfamiliar militaristic location were two confused humans who felt like something was trying very hard to add memories and information to their brain.

They're on a ship, a massive one, and it seems full of fanciful sci-fi nonsense that the unexplained information they now just Know calls 'Jaegers'.

"Well picture box, we're in quite the odd situation..." says a filter-less but polished voice. "I have no idea what is happening, would you?"

Vox, or the human he once was, is staring up at the nearest robot. "No fuckin' way..." He knew that thing. He'd seen it in a recent movie Vel had demanded they watch... he'd loved it of course. Soemthing about tech fighting giant eldritch monsters was both sexy and satisfying...

"Al I-... fuck." He'd turned to face the other, and jerked back in surprise at the unexpectedly hot dude standing behind him. Shit, they were human here? He immediatley touched his own face, and shuddered, feeling flesh not components. "I have a proper face again? And you're hot in life too? What the fuck..."

"Yes, you do indeed seem human again and it's not the worst face I've seen so congratulations. Now would you-... EXCUSE ME?" If he could have emitted radio screech, he would have. "What did you call me?"

"Hot, you stupid fucking idiot. Oh I am committing this to memory..." Vox replies, looking at his face in the nearest glass he can find, noting that other people didn't seem to interact with them right now. Could they not see them, or were they deviating from the plot too much? Who fucking cared.

He was also not about to cry over getting his face back. He wasn't.

"...that aside, would you know where we are?"

"No idea how or why but I think between my abilities, your corrupted injury and magic, and Lucifer trying to grab us out of the stream... we might have ended up in a movie? Pacific Rim?"

"That was scheduled for movie night, yes... but how is that..."

"Wait, are you still injured in here?"

"...it appears not. That is at least on our side. Now, can you explain to me more about this place?"

And that's when the first Kaiju alert came in.

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"I knew you were a stalker, Vox, but literally connecting to my brain via this neural handshake? Didn't you already try that with your cables when we fought years before?"

"Different scenarios. This one is reciprocal, you see some of my shit... just don't linger on any of it or you'll get stuck in it."

"Alright, same to you... nothing you may see is of any importance anymore."

The neural handshake finds enough commonality from their lives in Hell as friends and business partners, to make it snap together.

"Excellent, now... how do we move this thing?"

They pilot a clearly hastily renamed main plot device, uh, Jaeger called RadioStatic. Vox keeps laughing, but Alastor is confused about the whole injoke even with their brains connected.

After some experimentation and the realm's insistence on shoving false memories in their heads, the pair manage to attend to the oncoming Kaiju with only mild issues. They overcome it, which causes the world to shudder and change... Vox later explains that in the original story, the kaiju won, killing one of the pilots and traumatising the other.

The whole story diverges, with the exception of the persistent incoming kaiju...and Alastor beating the tar out of the fellow with the terrible australian accent. He's not sure why, but it irks him.

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Watching the whole situation with horror from the couch, the Hazbin Hotel staff are both amused and anxious. Knowing that the overlords were trapped in there until the credits (they hoped) ejected them back to Hell again... and Charlie wsa feeling guilty for watching the few moments of easy camaraderie arose between the two.

Cherri, and when did she get here? Was cheering for human alastor as he beat the fake aussie accent guy and his equally annoying son...

As the kaiju became more elaborate and dozens of jaegers went down, tension began to rise. The main plot had been abandoned, no one knew how this would end...

Something unexpected occurred, as the penultimate moment arose with RadioStatic and one of the older jaegers move towards the portal in the ocean, battling kaiju of increasing complexity.

Vox finds he now has access to his electricity, which he funnels through the jaeger. Alastor can use his green fire again, also changing the tide of battle.

Something was different though, more kaiju than in the original were flooding through. It didn't make sense.

RadioStatic was rent in two, neither pilot able to eject safely as they fumbled to break their mechanical seals to the Jaeger and one another. The large cat 5 in front of them, nicknamed on the fly as Val's Fury because Alastor thought he was hilarious, used several of their titanic legs to slam the jaeger under the waves.

In a moment of absolute horror, the Hazbin Hotel and King have to watch both men drown onscreen... and suddenyl an intriguing but potentially easily resolved situation becomes Too Real.

"Why aren't they snapped back here? I thought..."

"Shit, how do we even help?"

Lucifer isn't sure how to even start extracting the others... when the porblem solves itself. Red eyes snap open, and then an underwater explosion of blue, of green, subsumes the bodies.

With a wide grin crossing two changed faces, the pair expand and rise. No longer human, back to their Sinner bodies... and rapidly enlarging to kaiju-esque proportions in their overlord forms.

"No fuckin' way..." Angel breathes, eyes wide.

"I do believe you were being rude, little lizard..." Alastor intones, and begins to tear the thing apart, as Vox's cables deliver targeted shocks to weak points. They never strike the other, or get in the way, some part of the neural handshake was likely still in progress...

Vox claws the eyes out of the creature, as Alastor gouges out whatever it has for a throat with his gaping maw. Blue glowing goo coats both overlords, as the creature collapses.

They turn to take on some of the lower categories, lifting ejection pods out of the way when they saw them. The sea began to glow blue with the carnage about the pair.

It was as epic as it was hilarious, with a few of the downed jaeger pilots tucked amongst Vox's many screens and cables, and holding onto the wide branches of Alastor's antlers as the last of the original rangers, Pentecoste, blows the portal shut.

The pair of OVerlords waded back towards a nearby incoming Jaeger retrieval ship, returning each of the rescued humans to the vessel. Some part of them might be feleing altruistic, but it could also be the realm they were in influencing their sense of caring about each of the tertiary characters and their wellbeing...

Charlie was hoping for the former, because she was vibrating with joy at the idea that perhaps not even overlords were beyond saving.

Predictably, the moment some high ranking whatever the movie's system was had said something about their thanks for the assistance... weapons were aimed at the Overlords. Helicopters, air aircraft guns, another Jaeger and several smaller guns held by people on deck. No matter how the rescued yelled at their comrades to stop, why would they do this?

Eventually, the constant bombardment caused enough damage that the OVerlords went down, as planned.

An order goes out to gather them and harvest what they could to learn how the pair did this, how to replicate it.

The sea was turning a very particular mixture of red and blue, mingling with the blinding glowing blue...

The screen zooms in on the tertiary characters as someone makes a poignant statement about how humanity was the true monster all along... and the credits slam onto screen with a sharp music sting.

At that point, the television stuttered and began to glow violently as two thankfully normal-sized 7ft sinners appeared in a sodden mass before the couch. Sending the others into a flurry of frantic activity.

Lucifer eventually calmed everyone with only minimal raised voices.

He snaps his fingers to dry the pair and floor, erasing some of the blood. "Alright, just because that was entertaining and I need to work out how they did it, I'll give them a once-over..."

His Majesty makes a show of distaste as he heals the pair, including the worst-kept secret in the hotel... Adam's little lovetap. He washed his hands twice after absorbing that essence.

Angel eventually ends up picking up Alastor and putting him on one of the extra couches the king manifests, and hesitates over Vox. Given the guy watches Val hurt him, it's not hard to say the spider was less inclined to help him... but kindness in his battered heart wins out, and he puts the other on a soft surface.

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The real question is whether the outcome will be positive, negative, awkward, affectionate or just a mess.

Do they snap awake and demand a rematch with those fuckers in that fake movie military?

Do they refuse to acknowledge anything happened?

Does Vox decide to out Alastor's secret collar, because he saw how it happened in the neural link and Vox isn't held to a vow of silence like Alastor?

Do Alastor and Vox have to confront that perhaps their friendship is over / has the chance to start over? Or if there are deeper feeling there?

How do you react when someone has literally seen the deepest moments of your life?

Etc.

[waterparksdrama]

ok track by track review of Intellectual Property. GO!

as you wish anon. be warned this is literally like one of maybe 4 times i've listened to this album in full again

st*rfucker - a bit too saccharine on first listen but it has better replay value as time goes on. the beginning of the shoehorned jesus lyrics and the continuation of limo imagery to represent fame which is actually fitting admittedly bc just like a limo that is supposed to represent glamour and celebrity living, they are just as widespread and accessible as him and aren't really that glamorous at all. also this is me saying again wow he complains a lot about fame for someone who isn't really that famous. i still hate the cutoff at the end bc. cmon man. 7/10

real super dark - ok i did like the gilbert gottfried inspired melody i think that's fun actually. the song lyrics? uhhhhhh. just more complaining. if you have listened to any of the albums since fandom you are not missing much there other than the otto serial killer jokes he has inserted here? which is a choice i guess. instrumental is great tho. i feel incredibly stupid listening to a lot of the other parts of the song tho. 7/10

funeral grey - god i can't bear listening to this one on my own i'm sorry. live it's fine, but the studio recording i would rather kill myself than listen to again. IT'S SO ANNOYING. the terrible overenunciated vocals. awsten's attempt at humor by writing these wattpad fic lyrics that make me cringe to my core because i know there's a part of him being genuine. the one direction ripoff hook because he managed to get one of 1d's actual songwriters to help write the track. the only saving grace is the ending but at that point it's too late for any redemption. 2/10

brainwashed - ironically this was written with the 1d guy again and. i'm actually fine with this one LOL. it's simple and lowkey so it's considerably less annoying than funeral grey. considering awsten said the lyrics on this album were hypersexual, but it's 2023 so this is fairly tame, it just makes me wonder how much he has repressed in his psyche. 6/10

2 best friends - ok now we're back to simple annoying. if you tune out the lyrics enough, it sounds like disney channel filler music. but it's actually about ~~sExxxx~~ hahahahaha everything about this album so far is like reading fanfics clearly written by middle schoolers. awsten's sad about his situationship so he goes out with his 2 best friends to forget but it doesn't work :( but he could just fuck his friends bc it wouldn't hurt to try at this point. hey what if this was what the song was actually about that because in travis' insane songfic he made jawn and awsten hook up during this chapter #neverforget #riptravisficeventhoughmebitchingontumblrmadehimkillit 4/10

end of the water (feel) - hearing awsten try to hit those high notes reminded me of people saying brendon straining on his high notes on the last panic tour was like hearing a dog that needed to be shot out back for its own good. this is very obviously a charlie puth ripoff to the t because not only does he hit high notes that no man should ever reach, but i'm pretty sure the verse instrumentals rip off "light switch" by charlie. anyways more of "ughhhhh i'm not getting a text backkkkkk" that makes me want to throw awsten's phone into the pacific. i still don't know why kurtis conner is here and how this is supposed to relate to any of this at all. also actually now that i'm crossing checking the genius pages for these, the descriptions for these songs make them sound much better than they actually are lol. 3/10

self-sabotage - this one is mid on it's own but funny because i remember the amount of twitter discourse this song has spawned. "awsten's being toxic and misogynistic" did we not listen to some of the songs off fandom "awsten has bpd" what if he just sucks sometimes. the memories of this are more memorable than the song itself. 5/10

ritual - remember when i found out the soundbyte at the beginning was from an aids psa. good times. fine song other than the shoehorned soundbyte. the entire song is just a repetition of the verses and chorus like a ~~ritual~~ spooky! i like the flair vincente void adds with his screams i feel like this feature makes more sense because it's a song about protecting yourself from the doctrines of religion that harmed you when you were growing up and apparently vincente has known awsten since he was 13???? only thing i hate is the corpse ripoff ending so much so that i have a personal version where i edited that out. 8/10

fuck about it - BORINGGGGGG OH MY GODD. if you've heard one blackbear feature, congrats you've heard them all because they all sound the same and blackbear adds no energy whatsoever. he made a bayside instrumental sound boring you really can't underestimate him. anyways back to the song itself; the situationship has dissolved into pure sex and disinterest and annoyance outside of that and with the way awsten sounds like he plans having hate sex, i don't think he's ever had hate sex before. there's the ending synth i think is fun and that's the only reason this gets a point at all. 1/10

closer - it's a sweet song but um. haven't we heard this in a way before? *cough cough 21 questions* i think this is the closest (lol) parx comes to at a return to pre-fandom form, but when i listen to the chords too much i'm just like "did he lowkey rip off that one smashing pumpkins song". anyways it's just about needing to be closer to someone or ending the relationship completely. simple but effective but not nearly as effective as 21 questions for me sorry. 7/10

a night out on earth - ok i had physical tickets to the last tour bc i won them on idobi so i was like "THIS SONG BETTER BE AT LEAST DECENT BC I STILL HANG UP THE TICKET WITH THIS NAME" and it was at the least. it's like. a good waterparks song, but i feel like i've heard it already? my mind goes back to see you in the future but for these i can't tell who's ripping off who more lol. yeah i feel like other than some interesting production here and there it's a rehash of shit we already heard before. shoehorned religious lyric. fake ass band guys. "i turn my agony into songs and people only like when i'm hurt". "i've been dead since 2016" (part two). "i'm evil now. idgaf. wat ever."

and then i think the part that makes me go awwww but also confuses me is the im a natural blue radio interview snippet? like why does this all tie in together now. geoff's not even here bro how is this the only release where otto's the only one namedropped when awsten hasn't even named dropped him until last album. 80% the album is about some random relationship how is this supposed to tie into all of these.

idk i feel like i've just had this on my mind when when of my mutuals made their own analysis on awsten's mindsets towards life and said how he uses fear as motivation but his perfectionism keeps him from using failure as an editor and how this song was the peak example of this; the rehash of the same ideas over and over because despite his stubbornness, despite "ultimately -not- giving in to the perception that you’re worth ‘Demonizing'", he never confronts the problem for real, just compartmentalizes the problem away and doesn't truly overcome the root of his problems. that's what i feel like manifests in this album for me to be put off by it at its core. nothing ever changes, he just finds a new situation to complain at. maybe that's also why his fans never change even as new ones come though. maybe that's why we also stay stagnant in this with him.

again i get it, he's a public figure; if he did dive too deep into this and didn't choose to generalize the lyrics for his own sake, he would probably end up incriminating himself way too much and have a hard time performing some of these songs. but i can't help but wonder. if he's truly getting over a mental obstacle like that, or keeps himself so set on the future that he ignores the problems he never solved. like he always does. like he always seems to be doomed to. anyways, 7/10 song.

all in all, it's an album that tries to reach a concept of coming to terms with your sexuality and religious trauma all entwined in fame but in reality it's mostly just about a sucky situationship and awsten complaining again while putting in random religious references sometimes and the beginning and ending are about fame. my hot takes are: tennis imagery = gay sex, there's not enough of a distinction between "soulsucker" and awsten to make "album lore" when the overarching concept of parx's discography is "awsten's life sucks", and darth vader is luke's father. - iz

[opalofoctober]

SoundByte Introduction

My name is Opal Gonzales-Silva, and thanks to a radioactive spider, I've been the one and only SoundByte for the past 3 years.

Juggling college, my job, and my superhero stuff is... stressful, but I manage! Whenever I'm not kicking ass or slaving over homework, you can find me playing DJ at birthdays, weddings, quinceñeras, bautismos, and more. If you need a DJ, here's my info. 50 percent off for your first booking with me!

The Spider Society? Oh yeah, I joined when a weird glitter variant of Sandman popped out of nowhere during a party I was DJ'ing. I'm still finding glitter on my equipment to this day, but if it weren't for that, I'd never have met and be friends with Web-Weaver (@floof-ghostie ), Ecto-Skeleton (@calciumcryptid ), and Miss Web (@insomniac-jay ).

And ya know what? No matter how stressful it gets, I just tell myself to ponerme las pilas. Cuz I'm the one and only SoundByte, and someone's gotta turn up the tunes and save the day.

Opal/SoundByte Trivia

Aside from the typical spider abilities, SoundByte is also capable of harnessing and controlling soundwaves.

Opal adopts a louder, more eccentric personality when working as a DJ and SoundByte as a way to protect her identity. She's a lot more mellow outside of the costume.

Her canon event was the death of her younger sister, Paula.

Opal has an older sister named Naomi, who is also her roadie. She is the only person who knows Opal's identity as SoundByte.

The most notable feature of SoundByte's hero outfit is the Daft Punk'esque helmet, a gift when she joined the Spider Society. The helmet has a voice modulator and emotes with LED lights.

All of the villains in SoundByte's dimension are musical variants. (Ex. Doc Ock is known as Doc Rock in her dimension)

Her original name was SyntheSilk but this was later changed.

[odvunir]

walmart loudspeaker gothic

- Customer needs assistance in Electronics.

- ATTENTION WALMART ASSOCIATES. I need all OPD associates in a pick walk at this time. Once again, I need all OPD associates in a pick walk at this time.

- I need an associate in Apparel to pick up your returns.

- SWEEEET CAAAROLIIINE (chorus of random BAM BAM BAMs and stomps across a store which seems completely empty)

- I need an associate in Apparel and Cosmetics to pick up your returns.

- Customer needs help in Electronics.

- Maintenance to a glass spill on H10, a wet spill on A33, a wet/glass spill on A7, the front women’s restroom, the back men’s and women’s restroom, and to grocery side door to push carts. Thank you!

- I need associates in Apparel, Cosmetics, and HBA to come pick up your returns please.

- *BWOOOOOO* Hello? Uh, I need help in Electronics? I’m a customer. *clunk click*

- [record scratching soundbyte] WAL-MART! RA-DI-O! [waterloo by ABBA plays for the 10th time today]

- I need all OPD associates in a pick walk at this time. Management is walking the floor and any associate not in a pick walk will be shot on sight.

- [enunciating, sing song] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTENTION WALMART ASSOCIATES. Can I PLEASE have the FOLLOWING DEPARTMENTS to the CUSTOMER SERVICE DESK for your returns! APPAREL. COSMETICS. HBA. OTC PHARMACY. TOYS. SPORTING GOODS. PLEASE COME TO THE SERVICE DESK TO PICK UP YOUR RETURNS IMMEDIATELY. THANK YOU. *SLAM*

- [the only good song they’ve played today interrupted by an ad telling you to go to electronics for a good deal on a phone]

- Customer needs assistance in Electronics. Customer needs assistance in Electronics. Customer needs assistance in Electronics. Customer needs assistance in Electronics. Customer needs assistance in Electronics. Customer needs assistance in Electronics. Customer needs assistance in Electronics. Customer needs assistance in Electronics. Customer needs assistance in Electronics. Customer needs assistance in Electronics. Customer needs assistance in Electronics. Customer needs assistance in Electronics. Customer needs assistance in Electronics. Customer needs assistance in Electronics. Customer needs assistance in Electronics. Customer needs assistance in Electronics. Customer needs assistance in Electronics.

[phleb0tomist]

Hi, I'm the one who sent the ME related ask, thank you for answering it. I finally found a specialist who works with CFS and hopefully they can help me soon.

Is it okay to also ask about asd/autism diagnosis process? I'm also looking for an evaluation for that too. Obviously I don't want to strain you or anything, so take your time answering! And if you don't want to answer, that's also okay :)

Really appreciate you, genuinely

hello again! thats great, i hope they help and give you a clearer idea of what’s going on! (this is unsolicited advice but if you get options, i view pacing/energy envelope as the safest way to manage ME/CFS. some docs still push exercise-related treatment but a lot of people with ME end up with long-term damage from it, like myself.)

as for autism i was diagnosed as a kid so i don’t know all the details. my mom told our doc her concerns, there was a referral, then a series of appointments over a year. they talked to my family and teachers as well as me. the main topics were social difficulty, sensory issues, repetitive behaviours/movements/stims, and any highly specific trait that impacted my functioning or was unusual for my age (i was like 10). since autism is developmental, adult assessments ask a lot about baby milestones and your functioning as a child, so you may want to make some notes! a lot of autistic people had learning or behavioural issues at school, or learned to walk or talk late (or never), so let the doc know if that was you. i didn’t have delayed milestones but i had executive functioning issues from early on which didn’t match my age. i had a good vocabulary but i just didn’t understand most situations. i couldn’t recover from small mishaps and would have ‘tantrums’ for hours after the problem was resolved. i would scream, hide, climb stuff, run away, self injure etc. I had continual trouble with basic things like hygiene, food & drink, sleep, bathroom stuff, touch,conversations, and i needed every tiny situation explained to me in detail daily. i needed an adult close by my side when other kids could do stuff alone. this was all stuff the assessors found notable, so jot down if you had any similar issues.

evaluators may pay attention to the way you move, tone of voice, responsiveness, word choice and how much you talk, whether your speech is ‘stereotyped’ (aka made of social scripts or soundbytes from movies), eye contact, your clothes (e.g. if they’re consistent with the weather), how reciprocal and ‘appropriate’ your responses are to the topic, and if you keep bringing up ‘unrelated’ topics like a particular interest. adult/teen assessments are different from child assessments and I gather it can be a lengthy process to be diagnosed late, and it can take a lot of work to get a referral. my sibling was diagnosed as a teen and it was more complicated for them. all i can say is do not minimise, and try to use concrete examples of things you’re unable to do or times where your life has been significantly impacted by processing or sensory issues, social struggles, repetitiveness/rigidness - whichever traits apply to you.

if anyone else wants to comment their experiences of teen or adult autism assessment, please do!

[angieflynns]

Didn't have the camera because I am not one of those people who brings their phone into their bath, but when I was draining my water, Annie decided to jump in the bathtub. She was fine, it only came partway up her legs.

99.9% sure while she was standing there in shock because water is wet she had the "Oh no. Oh no. Oh no no no no no." soundbyte going through her head. I finally managed to coax her out while trying not to laugh because I didn't want to get clawed up by trying to get her out myself.

[ybcpatrick]

i'm dying to know how wwe's soundboard works. how do they play the wrong theme like they just did with sami? how do they manage to play weird soundbytes/snippets out of nowhere like they did at bray's memorial? how does roman's tribal chief theme have a weird split-second shield theme glitch when it loops? what the fuck is going ON with that

[nosuchthingasaburdenonsociety]

I like to say that the problem is issues have context and nuance but people like propaganda because it comes in digestible soundbytes

(Well, I say "I like to say", but this is the first time I've managed to phrase it this succintly)

(Like a soundbyte)

OP's got a great point with their name an enemy thing and the problem with that is that the genuine enemies, the ones Bernie and AOC and Liz are naming instead of the scapegoat enemies Donald and Elon are naming, are people the Democratic leadership are as beholden to as the Republican leadership are

Honestly? I think this is apart of the appeal of Bernie and AOC outside the Democratic base (which despite what people want to say is not the left, but centrist liberal capitalists, the left is a minority even within the Democratic party)

Bernie and AOC is willing to name an enemy, to look at people and tell them, "I know you are hurting, I see it, and it's that guy's fault," except instead of demonizing trans people, poc, and immigrants, it's (imo rightfully) pointing to billionaires, shareholder capitalism, and bigots as what is causing all of us harm.

[jcmarchi]

Faces of MIT: Melissa Smith PhD ’12

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Faces of MIT: Melissa Smith PhD ’12

Melissa Smith PhD ’12 is an associate leader in the Advanced Materials and Microsystems Group at MIT Lincoln Laboratory. Her team, which is embedded within the laboratory’s Advanced Technology Division, drives innovation in fields including computation, aerospace, optical systems, and bioengineering by applying micro- and nanofabrication techniques. Smith, an inventor of 11 patents, strongly believes in the power of collaboration when it comes to her own work, the work of her Lincoln Laboratory colleagues, and the innovative research done by MIT professors and students. 

Lincoln Laboratory researches and develops advanced technologies in support of national security. Research done at the laboratory is applied, meaning staff members are given a specific problem to solve by a deadline. Divisions within the laboratory are made up of technical experts, ranging from biologists to cybersecurity researchers, working on different projects simultaneously. Smith appreciates the broad application space of her group’s work, which feeds into programs across the laboratory. “We are like a kitchen drawer full of indispensable gadgets,” she says, some of which are used to develop picosatellites, smart textiles, or microrobots. Their position as a catch-all team makes their work fun, somewhat open-ended, and always interesting.

In 2012, Smith received her PhD from the MIT Department of Materials Science & Engineering (DMSE). After graduation, she remained at the Institute for nine months as a postdoc before beginning her career as an engineer at IBM. While at IBM, Smith maintained a research affiliation with MIT to continue to work on patents and write papers. In 2015, she formally returned to MIT as a technical staff member at Lincoln Laboratory. In 2020, she was promoted to the position of assistant group leader and was awarded the laboratory’s Best Invention Award for “Electrospray devices and methods for fabricating electrospray devices” (U.S. Patent 11,708,182 B2). In 2024, she was promoted to associate group leader. 

Management is an important aspect of Smith’s role, and she credits the laboratory for cultivating people with both academic and technical backgrounds to learn how to effectively run programs and teams. Her demonstrated efficacy in the academic and corporate spaces — both of which contain deadlines and collaborative work — allows her to inspire her team to be innovative and efficient. She keeps her group running smoothly by removing potential roadblocks so they can adequately attend to their projects. Smith focuses on specific tasks that aid in her group’s success, including writing grant proposals, a skill she learned while working at the laboratory, which allows her staff to prioritize their technical work. That, she says, is the value of working as a team.

A true champion of teamwork, Smith advises new staff members to maintain an open mind because they can learn something from everyone they encounter, especially when first starting at the Institute. She notes that every colleague has something unique to offer, and taking time to understand the wealth of experience and knowledge around you will only help you succeed as a staff member at MIT. “Be who you are, do what you do, and run with it,” she says. 

Soundbytes 

Q: What project at MIT are you the proudest of?

Smith: We are building a wafer-scale satellite, which is a little bit out-there as an idea. It was thought up in the 1960s, but the technology wasn’t to the point where it could be realized. Technology today is more than capable of making this small space microsystem. I was tasked with taking the idea further. Some people say that it is impossible, and for a lot of good reasons! Slowly addressing the technical issues to the point where people now say, “Oh, you could probably do this,” is exciting.

I never want to be someone who thinks something is impossible. I’ll say, “I can’t do it, but maybe somebody else can,” and I will also add, “Here is what I tried, here is all the data, and here is how I came to the point where I got stuck.” I like taking something that was initially met with disbelief and rendering it. Lincoln Laboratory is active with professors and students. I am collaborating with students from the Department of Aeronautics and Astronautics on the project, and we now have a patent on the technology that came from it. I am happy to have students assist, write papers, and occasionally get their names on patents. It is seeding additional innovation. We don’t have the system quite yet, but I’ve converted a few skeptics!

Q: What are your favorite campus memories from when you were a student?

Smith: When I was a graduate student, I would go with friends to the Muddy Charles Pub in Walker Memorial. One of the things I really enjoy about Walker Memorial is the prime view over the Charles River, and I remember staring out of the windows at the top of Walker Memorial after exams. Also, during Independent Activities Period I learned how to snowboard. I’m from Illinois where there are no mountains. When I came to the East Coast and saw that there were a lot of mountains with people strapping metal to their feet in the snow, I thought, “OK, let’s try it.” I love snowboarding to this day. MIT has this kind of unfettered freedom in a way that, even beyond the technical stuff, people can try things from a personal standpoint they maybe wouldn’t have tried somewhere else. 

Q: What do you like the most about the culture at MIT?

Smith: We help people grow professionally. The staff here are above average in terms of capability in what they do. When I interviewed for my job, I asked where people work when they leave MIT. People move on to other labs like the Jet Propulsion Laboratory or companies like Raytheon, they become professors, or they start their own companies. I make sure that people are learning what they want to do with their careers while they work at the laboratory. That is the cultural overlay that exists on campus. When I was a student, I interned at John Deere, 3M, Xerox, and IBM and saw how they are innovative in their own ways that define their corporate cultures. At MIT, you are supported to explore and play. At Lincoln Laboratory people are not pigeonholed into a particular role. If you have an idea, you are encouraged to explore it, as long as it aligns with the mission. There is a specific freedom you can experience at MIT that is above and beyond a typical academic environment.

[2fakind]

Machine Girl (specifically mgultra)

god damn i am loving it and squeezing all the joy i can from it

as the number of elements in the mg music set approaches infinity, we reach a perfect blend of visceral transcendance

thoughts words

the transitions between different vibes are not as jarring in this one. it's something. i am neutral about this. it probably works for the album being overall lighter but i kinda hope its not a precedent

i love how theyre still doing fun stuff with their audio. it makes my starved autism mind so happy to imagine editing to stuff like "sick!!!" 2:22. on the topic of "sick!!!", the lyrics are just as funny as theyve been prior. funny isn't a good way to put it, but i know what i mean and so does one other person - funny in the way that meaning is very apparent and jumps out at me but i still want to think about it. talk about land with an eviction notice. is that about landlords or colonialism, is it drawing a parallel, idk, it's funny.

"nu nu meta phenomena" 0:17 also makes me laugh every time it comes up. the chorus? (the part where they chant "nu nu meta phenomena") is also really good but i can't *just* be nice about something without some additional autistic comment.

"motherfather" i actually hadn't heard this before album release, holy shit don't give matt a guitar she'll fucking kill us all IM THE ONE YOU CANT DESTROY!!!!! there's a lot of characteristics of this one i just love love love being my current self. the slight gender feeling tm (not sure what else to call that. patent pending), the spiteful rejection of (suicide, but that's just me), the back and forth tonal shift. i love it so

did they reuse the "see you in hell" soundbyte from "fuck your guns" at the start of "psychic attack"?

i was not expecting a song called "ass2mars" to sweep me off my feet but they managed regardless. and the best thing is that i dont even really know why? i think the instrumentation, especially in terms of how their sound synergize are at their peak in this album and specifically this song. but is that it? there's gotta be more to it...

i love that they keep making songs for chill ass mfs. before it was "nwofka skullboy" and "dance in the fire" now its "grindhouse" and "just because you can"

i don't really have critical or analytical thoughts. i'm just enjoying my time with mgultra and i guess i'm too mentally disparaged to start a journal or some such

[zeravmeta]

i think the best way to make a series memorable and overall hype as fuck is to have a bunch of the coolest jobbers ever to up the cool factor of whoever is beating them

thats particularly what i think works so well about jojo, because we'll see a random ass dude walk up to our protagonist and go "my name is Splimdrabos Flopenscerca with a Q. my stand is BE-YONCE-E and it has the power to alter the Earth's atmosphere with cosmic radiation, but in such a way where it only makes peoples toenails poisonous, an ability i used to kill the prime minister of my home town of croatia, oklahoma. i was born when the winter and summer soltices in europe converged after my mother committed a murder suicide with my father, but a wandering minstral managed to save me from being put into the Baby Organ Grinder by the local villagers, though I later had to kill him because he was cursed to die by my hand. i exclusively enjoy listening to prog rock orchestrals remixed with five nights at freddys soundbytes. my penis has a mutation where a slight curve difference brings out the maximum potential pleasure of the prostate, which had me declared unholy and uninvited to every church after i made the christian pope cum. prepare to have your medulla oblongata obliterated!" and then he's punched once and explodes. and like hes not even the only guy

[pumpkin-spike18]

✨Weekly Progress 2023 #11 & #12✨

Whoops, I was so late on updating last week's progress update that I decided I might as well combine the two. ����

Week #11

Wrote ~1k words for SYVNH

Generated BGs for EKL

Sketched S1 for EKL

Unfortunately, I didn't get as much as I hope done between the two weeks. I'm running into a bit of writer's block, or, more specifically, writer's fear. I'm sure I'll work through it. Until then, I'll work on anything else I can to continue dev-ing. Benefits of being a jack of all trades, I suppose <:

The presentation for Exorcist Killing Lie is like a manga and this is an example of the first scene. It's a lot of extra art, but I hope it'll be worth it in the end... assuming I manage to code it all haha...

Week #12

Finished S1 for EKL

Split the VA/sound channels for SYVNH

Added persistent check to SYVNH

Finished drawing balcony scene for EKL

Started on BG for SYVNH

Since I've been having a tough time writing, I decided to start working on the coding! I finally fixed 2 ongoing issues for SYVNH, which is splitting the VA/sound channels. I created a brand new audio channel within renpy to achieve this. I knew it was doable prior to release of Demo 2.0, but I was pressed for time and forgot the exact code to do it so I ended up omitting the update for 2.0.

P.S: past!Me, how dare you? Some of these files had 1k+ calls for audio and I had to sift out which ones were sound effects and which were VA soundbytes! 😭

I might go through one more pass just to make sure all the sound effects are caught prior to releasing a Demo 2.1.

The second coding change is thankfully a simple one. It slipped my mind to make it easier for players to go back and achieve a perfect run... ;v;" The game will now ask if you want to clear your deaths if restarting the game after a bad end. It won't affect CG progress.

And one more WIP shot of EKL, the opening scene to the game!

Other than that...

I've also done a lot of brainstorming this week, of odds and ends to various (new) projects. You know... like that meme I retweeted...

Summarized an untitled galge/BL modern day... CEO-intrigue/drama idea I have based on the relationships of some gods and goddesses from Greek mythology. Part of me really wishes I could turn this into a full BL story.

Got tempted to join Blossom Jam with a dark and edgy yuri Spring story about a murder mystery. Cause, come on~ I can't do pink without blood 😃

[autoacafiles]

Meet Sonar

Full Name: Soundwave Spy Unit D-17 AKA "Sonar of Velocitron"

Date of Activation: Mon: 05/ Del: 07/Stellar Cycle: 1496AH

Favourite Colour: Yellow

Hobbies/Likes: DJ-ing, Praxus Fold-Em

Dislikes/Fears: Losing Praxus Fold-Em, Being Compared to Soundwave

-Sonar got her name from a Maximal Hero who was relatively obscure. Soundwave held her in high enough regard to use her name after she inevitably was removed from the equation.

-Despite having powers that allow her to manipulate soundwaves with ease, Sonar's surprisingly tone-deaf when it comes to music. This confuses her friends to this day.

-Since the Siege, Sonar has tried be more open, starting by coming clean about her Decepticon history to Tremor. While Tremor was surprisingly cool about it, Sonar deep down worries her friend may still judging, not realising how high regard Tremor holds their friendship.

-With Soundwave MIA, Sonar has been trying to reach out to her fellow Spy Units. While she has managed to develop a sibling bond with Dubstep, her attempt to reach out to Soundbyte resulted in a rather nasty fight on Kambryar.

[saihahas]

The sheer brilliance of the Pikmin shorts

And how their success shows that a cartoon with no dialog can excel in quality.

This is going to be seperated into three portions, for each short! Short 1 will be titled in RED. Short 2 will be titled in BLUE. Short 3 will be titled in PURPLE.

SHORT 1

Short one, The Night Juicer, is my least favorite out of the three. Granted, I still really enjoy the short! But it's not memorable in comparison to the other two. It's the shortest, and plays off of what Pikmin are named after! For those not aware of Pikmin lore or the games, Pikmin were named based off of Pikpik Carrots, which are very popular on Capitan Olimar's home planet, Hocotate.

This short begins with a very cute title sequence, showing Pikmin just doing Pikmin things! Which the series is exceptional at.

The first short starts with a Red, Blue and Yellow Pikmin watching Olimar make himself an unassuming red smoothie.

A lil squeaky sound effect is made when Oli puts his hands on his hips, thats all.

ANYWAYS-

The Primary Pikmin trio all run up to Olimar as he finishes up his cup, but stop after glancing over to the side of the blender, seeing a cut up Pikpik carrot they mistake for a Red Pikmin.

This sends the trio into a frenzy, freaking out and running away from Olimar.

Oh and this

Consider my timbers, shivered. Olimar creepily walks towards them, as if it was a horror movie. The trio fantasize what will become of them once Olimar catches them, while trying to get as far away from him as possible.

Olimar corners them in the storage closet, and the trio fear the worst. Only for Olimar to daintily push them to the side, and pick up two pikpik carrots for another smoothie.

All in all, this short isn't bad! It's cute and simple, a jokey horror trope. It simply suffers the fate most pilot episodes do. The other two are much less Olimar centered, and shine as a result.

SHORT 2

Short 2, Treasure in a Bottle, is my second favorite of the trio, but it definitely is close to overtaking short 3. This series is devoid of Olimar entirely, focused on Pikmin interacting with eachother. (And our protag, a Red Pikmin's desire for the shiny)

Short 2 starts out with a Red Pikmin, lets call him Steve, in a field chasing a butterfly. He gets distracted by a bottle, and proceeds to stare at his reflection in the glass.

The ramune is giant in comparison to Steve, and then he notices the shine of the marble inside. He screams in excitement, before scaling multiple objects to reach the top of the ramune bottle. (After falling off a grass blade gently)

Steve marvels at the marble, and hops into the bottle. He notices the long way down from where the marble lies and shudders, determined to roll the marble out. He attempts several times to do so, and on his last attempt, the marble gets stuck. After a few seconds, the marble falls and steve lands at the bottom of the bottle, and can't get out. While stuck, a trio of a single red, blue and yellow Pikmin come across Steve!

After laughing about how silly he looks inside the bottle, the trio tries to come up with a plan to break Steve out. Blue suggests filling the bottle with water, so Steve floats to the top and can be pulled off. Steve quickly shuts the idea down, as all Pikmin aside from blue Pikmin can't swim. Yellow has a much more direct approach, grabbing a bomb rock and allowing it to detonate, launching the bottle into the air. Steve flies out of the bottle, but as the bottle lands on the ground, Steve falls back into the bottle.

The three watch a trio of blue pikmin latched to eachother trying to pull down a butterfly, before a purple adds too much weight and the butterfly gets away. The trio has an idea, and like that Steve is saved!!!!

But not without taking the ramune with him ;)

SHORT 3

The final and longest Pikmin short, Occupational Hazard, is easily the best of the three in my opinion. It has Olimar present, but he isn't the focus of the short, the pikmin doing their thing are!

The short starts off showing some Pikmin taking apart pieces of a large machine, carrying bits ans pieces along, with come cute slapstick type comedy throughout. The camera pans out, showing how small the pikmin are compared to PNF-404 (Earth)

A quick pan later, and Olimar appears! He's using his whistle to direct Pikmin on where to go, much like in the games. The Pikmin are catapulting eachother, two go down, one comes up. They all carry the bits of metal to the Reasearch Pod, which assesses value. The Pod takes a brief leave, panning over Olimar and the Pikmin.

What a great shot

A yellow pikmin gets catapulted, offering a bent nail, which Olimar declines. The pikmin tosses the nail over the edge, hitting a white pikmin on the head. (Which they are VERY angry about) Two blue attempt to pull up a purple Pikmin, which was definitely unsuccessful, followed by a very angry white Pikmin yelling and taking his spot, only to be flung into the stratosphere after two purple Pikmin come down the catapult.

Back to business as usual.

The camera pans to some yellow Pikmin making their way inside the machine itself! Some yellows are carrying materials, but two stop and notice a small bolt. One touches it and gets shocked, followed by both touching it, and their leaves sprout into bulbs and flash, as they made a current! A blue tries to join in on the fun, but dies, as they can't conduct electricity. Poor guy :(

A small group of Pikmin sneak off to some pipes, ready to go have some fun! A blue Pikmin kicks a red through a pipe, and we get a cute transition to the other side of the pipes! A yellow pulls out a mushroom, a red and blue pull out screws and, there's a cute mario reference with a red Pikmin! Our lovely gang finds an odd looking pipe and decide to check it out, only for it to have been the snout of a Blowhog! It spews fire before emerging from the pipes, nearly burning the group. Luckily for them, some red Pikmin take on the Blowhog, because they're fire resistant. The red Pikmin are playing with thr Blowhog, despite it still chasing their friends around breathing fire. Luckily AGAIN, the Blowhog trips, and lands in the mud, its snout being filled with it. Naturally, they decide to have fun with the mud.

Back to Olimar and the construction site, my absolute favorite piece of pikmin media occurs. (Spliced 4 convenience, sound on!!!)

Something very big in these shorts are exaggerated reactions as well as music and sound effects playing to convey a specific feeling. Pikmin do not speak, and neither does Olimar. But in these shorts, their small soundbytes are able to convey what the pikmin are saying to eachother. This method of sound design is done extremely well, and I would argue to say that if these shorts prove anything at all, it's that nintendo could make a TV series that has no dialog whatsoever, and still have the audience rolling on thr floor laughing.

Back to the mud buds, we get a few more shots of them playing before yellow gets distracted. The shiny strikes again. Yellow walks into a large oil drum, and picks up a screw. Deeper in the drum, another sparkle catches his attention. Yellow picks the second up, and finds himself at a place with several odd colored objects. One of which he kicks.

It's a Bulborb!!! And its MAD. The mud buds are in trouble, and they're running as fast as they can from the Bulborb, who gets a red and blue Pikmin into its mouth. The two manage to get out through its nostrils, giving the others enough time to make a plan to outsmart the Bulborb.

A giant glove comes out of nowhere, halting the Bulborb and hypnotizing it, before flinging itself onto its backside. The glove was being controlled by an entourage of Pikmin, and the Bulborb catches on rather quickly, biting the glove and flinging the mud buds out. They all hide in a wheel rim(?) and some slapstick ensues.

Fed up with the mud bud's antics, the Bulborb kicks the rim, but hurts his toe instead. Poor guy,,, but he had it coming.

With a cute fanfare, we quickly return to Olimar, who has scaled the machine! But now his attention turns to the Bulborb that has been oddly fascinated with the rim.

The Bulborb finally manages to free the car wheel, throwing it into the air! Once it hits the ground, the mud buds all fall out, much to Olimar's dismay. And the way he struggles while whistling for the pikmin's attention is a BIG mood for people who've played the game before.

The mud buds start running to Olimar after hearing his call, much to the Bulborb's dismay. A chase ensues, and the Blowhog appears again, with its fire abilities regained. Rhe Bulborb continues to give chase, with two Pikmin meeting their demise. Everything seems hopeless, as the buds and Bulborb are huddled into the scoop of the machine.

And we get thrown back to the yellow Pikmin's party, with several linking to eachother and sparkling. One's foot touches the other's head, completing the current and turning the machine on.

The scoop gets sent upwards, as Olimar falls and lands on a lever, causing the scoop to let loose the contents inside. Right when it seems the buds are going to hit the ground along with the Bulborb, their leaves sprout into flowers! They gently float to the ground, while the Bulborb was.... not so lucky. A heavenly light shines as the gang ascend, with triumphant music in the background.

Oh and then all 97 pikmin left go ham on the bulborb.

The machine begins to deconstruct, and fall apart. More sadly relatable whistles from Olimar ensue, and uh

This happens.

After clearing the explosion, Olimar and the Pikmin look upon the wreckage, as the Pod reappears, and takes a value of the entire machine. The Pod asseses that the wreck is 100,000,000,007 pokos, and Olimar makes a triumphant pose. The white pikmin from earlier comes crashing down during the Fin. screen.

Now for my personal thoughts, while I have had some spread throughout, my final cohesive thoughts are as stated down below. Pikmin as a franchise has been dead for a while. We got a reboot of Pikmin 3 this year, and these were reuploaded from the WiiU era. The overwhelmingly positive response from the community as well as non-pikmin fans is second to none. These short style, no dialog cartoons have worked for Nintendo for years. (If anyone remembers the Yoshi and Poochy shorts I love you) This series is phenomenal at conceying emotion, or the volume of the situation, without saying a single word. The pikmin scream in excitement, they make their little noises in anger, dings and drones are placed perfectly, so EVERYONE can understand the situation. I fully believe that more companies should view these cartoons as cartoons, and give them the spotlight as well. Each short remains the length it has to be, and shows some fun content at that. The Pikmin interacting with eachother and behaving the way they do is adorable, especially when in the Pikilopedia from the games, Olimar mentions specifically they act like toddlers. Toddlers who help him not miss his own kids as much, while stranded on PNF-404.

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