#- Synthesized

[syntheticsoliloquies]

being a person of color in fandom is such an exhausting experience because you’re so constantly on guard. you bristle when you see something that might possibly be a microaggression and get this feeling that you’re over sensitive. you have to choose your battles so carefully, you have to try and figure out if people will take criticism or if you’ll be attacked and you’re under obligation to be as gentle and kind as possible

[inthewindtunnel]

Dry_feel

Ft Floura

Synthesized

[catsonsynthesizersinspace]

Genius takes many forms 🐈🎹🔊 https://www.catsonsynthesizersinspace.com

[superkisa]

Kasane Teto and her personal heaven!!!!! ✨🍞🥐🥨🥖🥯🧁

[prolibytherium]

One of my all time biggest pet peeves with historical(ish) fantasy is when the writer constructs a religion with a clear bias that it's stupid and false and therefore only the Stupid People and/or commoners believe in it and all the smart/elite main characters are like, quasi-atheists or otherwise just routinely flout established religious conventions of orthodoxy and/or orthopraxy because they're Too Smart for it or etc.

It's usually an extension of assumptions that people in the past were just less intelligent than in the contemporary, just being like "I know that the sun is a star millions of miles away that the earth orbits, but this ancient religion describes it as a chariot flying through the sky" and not really bothering to learn the context and just (consciously or subconsciously) settling on 'that's a crazy thing to think and was probably believed in because they were Stupid'.

And that whole attitude pisses me off so much. People were as 'smart' 10,000 years ago as they are today. These beliefs aren't just desperate, random flailing to explain phenomena that could not directly be accounted for either, it's not like people just looked at the sun and went "Uhhh I don't know what the fuck that thing is, actually. I guess it might be a chariot or a boat or something?? Yeah let's go with that." and based entire religious practices on this. Every well-established belief system exists within broader contexts of cultural values/subjective perceptions of reality/knowledge systems/etc, and exist as part of a historical continuum of religious practices that came before. Even when not Materially Correct, they have context and internal logic, they're not always dead literal with zero levels of allegory, and they're never a result of stupidity.

[mortifiedandawesome]

Synthesized

[disease]

ABACUSYNTH by ELIAS JARZOMBEK [2022]

Abacusynth is a synthesizer inspired by an abacus, the ancient counting tool used all around the world. Just like an abacus is used to learn the fundamentals of math, the Abacusynth can be used to explore the building blocks of audio synthesis.

[koppi2404]

TETO time 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜 ┏⁠(⁠＾⁠0⁠＾⁠)⁠┛

[eightiesfan]

Wires

[yumenosakiacademy]

"You're getting sleepy", a shallow hypnosis- Your head, your body, are becoming muddled.

[duckdachi]

Miku Expo Austin Rep!!

[closetofcuriosities]

Videodrome - 1983 - Dir. David Cronenberg

First it controlled her mind, then it destroyed her body... LONG LIVE THE NEW FLESH!

[kentzwritez]

“Distant Echo”

Standing on the rubble that was left of the Metro City Tower, Zareg looked out over the crumbled twisted aftermath, he pondered if there were more survivors, and then noticed the distant sounds of synthesized bell-tones. Moving in the direction of where the tones echoed into the red sky, he paced himself cautiously as he stepped down into what was left of the charred city to find the origin of what he was hearing.

The blackened remains of Metro City were silhouetted against a sky thick with smoke and gasses from the explosions. The burnt smell of rocket fuel and spent nuclear warheads filled what was left of the sky in a deep blood red color. The view would have been spectacular if it were not for the fallout.

As Zareg continued on, the crunching crackling sounds coming from under his boots revealed the unsettling sounds of incinerated human bones scattered under structural debris and nuclear waste. Through his goggles, he surveyed the pummeled mass, the distant sounds of the synthesized bell-tones had become clearer, closer. He adjusted his direction slightly, as the blood red sky layered over with hints of orange glow rising up from the silhouetted city. Dusk was approaching, Zareg reached for the fitted lights attached to his goggles to test. It would soon be the dense black of nuclear night . . . Meaning that once the red to orange glow sky finally succumbed to the setting Sun, everything would then go pitch black. A blackness like none other before, so thick with death that one could not see their hands in front of their face. A density that would make one lose their sense of direction, like being draped within the reaper’s cape, a black so dis-orienting that the mind would lose its sense of navigation and reference.

Turning on the lights attached to his goggles, Zareg could see through the dense mass of nuclear fallout in ultraviolet night vision that had been originally designed for the politically choreographed wars years before. Bodies and buildings were highlighted in a bright green against a grainy blackened background. A low-tech throw-away from a wars with no direction, no meaning, or end . . . But it would be all that Zareg would have to his aid.

Having only the sounds of the bell-tones to guide him, Zareg began to zero-in on his target. Just ahead and to his left, he saw the glow of a faint light coming from the distant end of a makeshift ramp that descended downward onto a floppy metal ad-hoc type of shelter. Moving forward cautiously, Zareg tried to soften his boot steps along the way . . .

Finally making it to the shanty entrance of the makeshift shelter, Zareg could now see the glow of lights in various colors that were synchronized with the bell-tones, reflecting off the metal enclosure. He turned his goggle-lights off, so as not to draw any attention to his presence. He at last made it to the drop-off on the descending ramp that would obviously reveal the origin of the sounds he had followed.

As he entered the metal enclosure, Zareg saw the silhouetted shape of what appeared to be a small slender human-like shape of an individual with an enlarged head, having two extending appendages about eight inches apart and rising upwards about twelve inches. The being was seated at what looked to be a point of relay communication, creating the sounds of synthesized bell-tones. The metal enclosure had been carefully created by the gathering of different sizes and shapes of metal that had been collected from the aftermath to construct a makeshift bunker. It was then that the being sensed Zareg’s presence and turned to face him directly, the eyes glowing white . . .

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The tapping on his helmet interrupted Zareg’s presence at the makeshift metal shelter . . . His crew-mates had been trying to alert him as they were approaching the Mars landing site . . . The landing lights projecting upwards from the red planet were piercing through the small windows of the space capsule, reflecting off the face shield of Zareg’s helmet . . .

End ~

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[melodicfix8]

[deepseasecret]

I helped out with the art for the music video for "Tell Me" by CircusP and beat_shobon! Had lotsa fun drawing rice's comfy Tetochan design :D

Full MV here!!

[mangohcake]

them :)