#AI mixing and mastering

[niggadiffusion]

Beats, Bytes & The Future Sound: AI Meets Electronic Music

Electronic music has always been about pushing boundaries, breaking rules, and bending sound into new dimensions. Now, artificial intelligence is stepping into the booth, reshaping how beats are built, melodies emerge, and tracks come to life. This isn’t about robots replacing producers—it’s about a new creative partnership, where human intuition meets machine-driven possibilities.The Evolution…

[distinctmastering]

5 AI Tools You Need to Enhance Your Music

Today we’re going to talk about 5 AI tools you need to enhance your music. In the realm of music production, technology has always played a crucial role in changing the creative process. From the advent of synthesizers to digital audio workstations (DAWs), each advancement has opened up new possibilities for musicians and producers alike. One of the most significant and revolutionary developments in recent years is the integration of artificial intelligence (AI) tools into music production workflows. This marriage of AI and music production has proven to be a game-changer, offering musicians a plethora of benefits, from enhanced creativity and efficiency to expanded sonic horizons.

From troubleshooting and synthesizer companions to vocal generators and lyrics assistants, these AI-powered tools offer innovative ways to enhance your music production workflow. Learn how you can leverage these tools to overcome creative blocks, generate fresh ideas, extract vocals and instruments, and more. These tools are so powerful and can be used in addition to your current workflow, so they should not be overlooked.

[chakapriambudi]

Pentingnya Kualitas Audio Dalam Produksi Musik Modern

Dalam industri musik modern, kualitas audio adalah faktor krusial yang dapat menentukan keberhasilan sebuah karya. Dengan berkembangnya teknologi dan meningkatnya ekspektasi pendengar, produksi musik yang berkualitas tinggi menjadi standar wajib. Artikel ini akan membahas mengapa kualitas audio sangat penting dan bagaimana cara menghasilkan audio yang baik dalam setiap produksi musik. Mengapa…

[chris-ostkreuz]

AI in Music Mastering: Robots Mixing Beats, Not Just Cables!

Imagine a world where your favorite tracks are not just the product of human creativity, but a seamless blend of art and algorithms. Welcome to the age of AI in music mastering! Gone are the days when sound engineers wrestled with complex equipment, wrestling cables like tangled spaghetti. Now, robots are on the scene, mixing beats with precision and flair that would make even the most seasoned…

[dissertations-posts]

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[theclara]

Voice Nest Media: Capturing Echoes, Crafting Stories.

Step into our state-of-the-art recording studio at Voice Nest Media, where every sound finds its perfect rhythm. Our space is meticulously designed to capture the essence of every voice and instrument, fostering an atmosphere of creativity and innovation.

[fixing-mixing]

"Fix before you mix" is what I always say. and with this free plugin, you can De-Noise, De-Reverb, and even De-Voice your audio. Don't go grabbing those equalizers and compressors just yet. First, we must listen to this vocal for artifacts such as background noises and even if the ambiance of the space the vocal was recorded in is having a negative impact on the vocals or even the mix. Goyo AI-powered De-Noise, De-Reverb plugin gives me the power to tackle these issues instantly. A cool feature of the plugin is that it also does De-Voicing which can come in handy as a production tool.

[txttletale]

NOT asking this as a gotcha, I'm 100% sincere, can you point to pieces of AI art that you feel are interesting uses of the medium? Because I'm not philosophically opposed to it, but at the same time I've never seen anything that wasn't naked bandwagon shilling by the same people who pushed NFTs

sure! i think a classic of the medium is secret horses

(i sadly don't know who made it, but i've seen it around and fallen in love). this is everything AI art should be, imo, taking advantage of the liminal dreamlike quality of the medium and using titling and framing to say something about the piece that wouldn't exist if it was presented on its own. secret horses...

my favourite band, everything everything, released an album last year that made use of AI generation, both for the album's art and for small portions of the lyrics (interestingly, they've refused to say which lyrics are AI written and which are human written, which adds another layer of intrigue to me -- the only lyric that they've confirmed is AI generated is the title of 'software greatman', which forms the haunting, powerful chorus of the song that gets deconstructed into electronic incoherence. other highlights include the album art, part burning skyscape, part incomprehensible machine. what is the machine? is it a camera? a monitor? a train? does it matter?

and finally from this album cycle i adore the hallucinogenic exuberance of their video for i want a love like this:

in terms of dedicated artists working primarily within the AI medium, i'm a huge fan of @reachartwork, a really innovative artist who keeps blowing me away with evocative and interesting pieces and pioneer in ethical and cooperative AI art techniques. i'm an especially big fan of their grotesque and uncomfortable 'tooth machine' series:

as well as their desolate, bleak, alien landscapes:

(hole in the sky / river lethe )

and their project, the @infiniteartmachine, a model that produces art based upon algorithmically generated prompots -- effectively a long-term art piece.

finally, i'm a very very big fan of @roborosewater-masters, a bot that makes AI-created magic the gathering cards. this might not parse as 'art' to some people, or be interesting to analyze as such, but to me, someone obsessed with games and game studies, i think that the mix of synctactically correct magic the gathering rules text and abrupt non sequitur makes for really striking and funny pieces that prompt me to think about what the limits of games and gaming are

these are just the artists and pieces i can name off the top of my head, but i hope that they're representative of what generative art has to offer when it's not being done by grifters chasing the lowest common denominator.

[starrygazers]

I'm home.

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ I actually started this fic back in 2023 but I never finished it, and I just found it in my drafts. I swear I don't purposely make all my fics home-themed lol.

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ tags: fluff, established relationship, fem!reader (reader referred to as madam and wife)

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ featuring: Diluc Ragnvindr.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The soft glow from the fireplace illuminates the vast living room of the manor. The crackle of fire mixed with the occasional sound of page turning brings a warmth to the room where the red haired man occupies the too-big couch alone.

Adelinde watches as her master glances uneasily from the book to his lap, then to the grandfather clock slightly away from where she stood. The time reads past midnight. Usually, she'd be asleep by this time, but years of having served under the Ragnvindr name made her restless if she hadn't made sure her master has retreated to his room to rest. And tonight, sleep seemed to be the last thing on Diluc's mind.

She lets out an amused chuckle, and Diluc's head snapped towards her.

"You're up late, Adelinde," he starts, placing the bookmark between his pages that Adelinde is sure he's barely read half of, what with his focus towards the ticking clock.

"I could say the same to you, Master Diluc," she smiles, her tone devoid of malice but with a hint of teasing. "Are you still waiting for the Madam?"

Diluc clears his throat, looking away from Adelinde to place the book on the coffee table before him. "She did say she's returning today. Well, yesterday, since it's past midnight."

"No need to worry, Master Diluc. Elzer made sure to send a carriage to pick her up, equipped with several capable fighters," she reassures. Diluc turns his head away, the dull orange glow on his face now contending with a brand new pink.

Adelinde can't help but let out a giggle. Diluc clicks his tongue in annoyance — not to Adelinde, but as his own incompetence of hiding his blush.

"What's so wrong about waiting for my wife to return?" Diluc whispers softly, eyeing the fireplace in front of him.

"I haven't said anything, Master Diluc," Adelinde smiles politely. "It is not wrong. In fact, I think the Madam is lucky to have a very loving husband."

Diluc pointedly ignores Adelinde in favor of hiding his now burning face. He sighs, questions flooding his head — are you safe? Are you warm? Are you hungry? Maybe he should have Adelinde prepare a small meal for your return.

A thousand thoughts run through his head, only interrupted when the heavy oak door creaks open. Diluc immediately rises from his seat to beeline to the entrance of the manor, and in his focus, he misses Adelinde hiding her chuckle.

Elzer enters first, holding the door open while you exit the carriage. Upon seeing you, all safe and whole, Diluc heaves a sigh of relief and waits for you by the door.

The smile that you wear when you greet him is heavenly, and your voice calms him like no lullaby could. "I'm home, Love."

Diluc carefully pulls you into his embrace, burying your face in his chest. Your body is cold; it must've been the wind, the chill's been picking up recently. He should've brought you a thicker jacket, a better scarf, he thinks.

You stay in this position until you're muffling for him to let you go, lest he crushes your airflow. Diluc reluctantly pulls away and kisses your forehead, and you can't help but giggle at the man.

"Welcome home."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

©2025 starrygazers. do not repost, copy, translate, modify, or use for AI.

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[niggadiffusion]

Beats, Bytes & The Future Sound: AI Meets Electronic Music

Electronic music has always been about pushing boundaries, breaking rules, and bending sound into new dimensions. Now, artificial intelligence is stepping into the booth, reshaping how beats are built, melodies emerge, and tracks come to life. This isn’t about robots replacing producers—it’s about a new creative partnership, where human intuition meets machine-driven possibilities.The Evolution…

[itsnixderlol]

SOME INFO ABOUT MY TADC AU!

(I should make a masterpost, shouldn’t I?..)

This world is a RPG-like game, mixed with a lot of violence! Button mash like battling! Mini games! A village where you can meet new people, and make new friends! Oh, and we can’t forget our heart theming, which we can find from EVERYWHERE and of ANYONE!

Our lovely characters from tadc, have been given personalised roles and bodies, through a test at the start of the game! (They are 99.9% randomised) And our lovely AI Game master Caine, has been given the lovely (extra) role of a bard!

Unlike in our canon story of the tadc, we join this new adventure with Jax the knight, being our new guy! He is no means completely different character though! He still is pretty much of a jerk, and no means a goodie, BUT he does get out of and in trouble easier for being the newbie!

What about Pomni then? No worries, my friends! She has gotten the new cool role of the coo coo crazy villain! Who is desperately trying to escape this digital hell, and breaking it at the same time! Causing the game get glitchier and glitchier, until our buddies have to go on an ADVENTURE and stop her!

(That’s pretty much the basics. I’m gonna share more info ((and drawings)) but if you guys are interested feel free to ask me questions. My ask’s should be open, and I’m interested if this has risen any questions :D)

Oh, and I almoust forgot! The characters! (Wip)

(The weapons are there just to show what they are, 90% of the time I draw them without them.)

[lusty-stallion]

Plus 3 on a travel coach

CAN BE READ AS A STAND-ALONE STORY WITH NO PRIOR ENGAGEMENT WITH PREVIOUS STORIES

Guys, as always plus 3 was a genius invention of Derek Williams all credit goes to him for such an awesome idea. Check out the inspiration to this series by reading the master himself. Plus 3 - the original Plus 3 - in the library

Also, I’ve evolved as a writer particularly through writing my own continuation of Derek’s masterpiece. The first ones are like fast food, but hopefully this one feels more descriptive.

And the AI images are just for fun, obviously they haven’t kept complete consistency between images.

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Genie isn't your typical lamp-bound spirit from the movies. He's a free force, not constrained by the shackles of a lamp, able to weave his magic in ways that makes your skin crawl with anticipation. His power lies in the subtle art of manipulation, adding just three words to every wish to twist reality in delightfully naughty ways.

In his previous mischievous escapades, Genie had indulged Matt with a 24/7 live porn palace Harem within a lavish mansion. And after a wild cruise around the local area, where even the shopping mall succumbed to his whims, Genie sought a change of scenery—a campsite nestled in the hills. He was tired of the same old faces, the same old bodies. He wanted fresh meat, new toys to play with.

The coach journey up to the campsite had been rather eventful. The coach was loaded with men and women and a number of kids, all looking for an adventurous week camping.

A three-hour coach tour from the city to the country was of course the perfect place for Genie to have some fun.

The air at the rear of the coach hung thick with the scent of cheap beer, sweat, and the overpowering mix of cheap deodorant which clung to every college student on a budget. Ten college lads claimed the back with their youthful energy, bursting laughter, shouting, and the occasional belch that echoed through the cramped space. Each of them falling into a caricature of the stereotypical frat boy: the jock with the bulging biceps and a brain the size of a pea, the preppy kid with the trust fund and the entitlement to match, the awkward nerd trying desperately to fit in, the class clown who lived to provoke and entertain and so on.

Their immaturity was their way of life, with crude jokes, off-colour remarks, and a complete disregard for social norms. They were a pack, a tribe, and no one had the courage to ask them to quiet down.

And they were driving one man to the brink of insanity.

The gentleman in question was Mr. Davenport, a man in his 60s with silver neatly combed hair and a face etched with the wisdom of a life well-lived (and perhaps a few regrets). With his current frustrations at the young men, he sported a perpetually furrowed brow, sat just a few rows ahead of the lads, his body rigid with barely contained fury. He had boarded the bus hoping for a quiet retreat to the country, a chance to escape the stresses of his business. But these irritating frat boys had other plans. Their incessant noise, their vulgar language, and their complete lack of respect for their fellow passengers were a constant assault on his senses.

He had tried to ignore them, to block them out with his headphones and his book. But their antics were relentless, their laughter became a constant reminder of his own fading youth and his own missed opportunities. He was a man who had followed the rules, who had played it safe, who had sacrificed his dreams for the sake of stability. And these frat boys, with their carefree spirits and their blatant disregard for the consequences, were a punch in the gut.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he could take no more. His face contorted with rage and unleashing his pent-up frustration he declared: "I wish those lads would just grow up!" The words hung in the air, a pathetic plea for sanity in a world gone mad. But the frat boys hadn’t heard his cry to the universe, and they seemed to laugh louder, their immature humour only amplified.

Genie, however, did hear and he smiled as time rewound, and the man declared, “I wish those lads would just grow muscle and hunk up.”

The sense of change sent shivers down Mr. Davenport's spine and he turned to look at the lads, his face looking daggers. He had barely finished his pathetic plea for maturity when the transformation began. It started subtly, a slight tightening of the fabric across their shoulders, a barely perceptible swelling of their biceps. But then it accelerated, a runaway train of muscle growth that defied all logic and reason.

The frat boys, who had been moments before a collection of average-sized college students, were now swelling before his very eyes. Their clothes, once loose and comfortable, were now straining at the seams, threatening to burst at any moment. Their faces, once soft and boyish, were hardening, their jaws becoming more defined, their eyes taking on a predatory glint.

The navy t-shirt of one of the frat boys on the back seat, ripped with a sound like thunder, exposing his taught, hard pecs. His chest expanded, his nipples hardening as if in anticipation of some unseen pleasure. His arms, once flabby and weak, were now bulging with muscle, his biceps straining against the confines of his sleeves.

The chubby guys physique now transformed into that of a built model, sat in his new green hoodie which clung to his bulging biceps.

The other frat boys were undergoing similar transformations. Their shoulders broadened, their chests expanded, their abs hardened into washboard perfection. Their legs, once spindly and weak, were now thick and powerful, their thighs straining against the fabric of their shorts.

The silence that followed was deafening. The frat boys, stunned by the sudden and unexpected changes to their bodies, could only stare at each other in disbelief. They flexed their newfound muscles, marvelling at their newfound strength. They ran their hands over their hardened abs, revelling in the feeling of power and sex appeal.

The air in the coach simmered with an almost unbearable tension. The newly built bodybuilder nearest Mr. Davenport, a closeted jock named Chad, relished the older gent's uncontrollable stares through the transformation. He had always found guys hot, yet had hoped he’d develop latent desires for women eventually, but he had never dared to express his desires openly. Now, with his muscles and his newfound confidence, he couldn't resist the urge to test the waters.

"I wish everyone was as interested in our bodies as that guy there," Chad muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on Mr. Davenport's crotch, which showed no signs of arousal at all.

Zip, time struck back a chord, and his wish was amplified, twisted into something far more explicit: "I wish every male was as interested in our sexy bodies as that horny guy there."

The effect was instantaneous. The other frat boys, who only moments before were a collection of confused and horny straight young men, were now consumed by an overwhelming desire for each other. Their eyes locked, their bodies trembled, and their heterosexuality dissolved like sugar in water.

"That was such a gay wish man, what the fuck bro?" One of the young hunks, his name was Jake, said with a mixture of shock and excitement. His already strained white polo shirt, unable to contain his burgeoning muscles, shrank down to a tank top that clung to his large, sculpted pecs. He reached over and gave his mate, the guy next to him, a cheeky peck on the cheek, making the other hunk, whose name was Tyler, blush.

But Jake wasn't satisfied with just a peck. He wanted more, he needed more. He wanted to taste the salty sweat on Tyler's skin, he wanted to feel the heat of his body against his own.

Brad, the most aggressive of the bunch, wasn't about to be left out of the fun. He had always been the most sexually adventurous of the group, and he wasn't afraid to take what he wanted. His eyes burning with new lust for his friends, he pushed his way between Tyler and Jake, his muscles flexing with each movement.

"Guys, I'm getting in on this," Brad growled, his voice thick with desire. "Let me get a taste of that mouth of yours Jake."

And without waiting for an invitation, he lunged forward, his hands tearing at Jake's now-grey tank top. The fabric ripped with a satisfying sound, exposing Jake's hard, sculpted chest. Brad didn't hesitate; he climbed onto Jake's legs, straddling him like a bucking rodeo rider. Brad didn't ask; he took. He slammed his lips against Jake's, a brutal, possessive claim. Jake's surprise quickly shifted into a desperate need, his own mouth opening wider, inviting Brad's invasion. Brad's tongue plunged into Jake's mouth, a thick, muscular spear exploring every corner, every crevice, leaving no doubt who was in control. He tasted Jake's fear, his excitement, his lust, and it only fuelled his dominance. One hand snaked around Jake's neck, fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding him captive, while the other squeezed his bicep, testing the muscle, claiming it as his own. Brad ground his hips against Jake's, letting him feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against his thigh. He bit down on Jake's lower lip, a sharp, stinging sensation that made Jake gasp, and Brad used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue now a relentless piston, pounding against Jake's. It was a kiss that stripped Jake bare, a kiss that left him breathless and trembling, a kiss that marked him as Brad's.

Brad's hands roamed over Jake's body, exploring every inch of his fresh musculature. He squeezed his pecs, he ran his fingers down his abs, he cupped his bulging crotch and then made his way to wiggle his middle finger into his hole.

Jake gasped at the intrusion, initially surprised by Brad's aggressive advances, but he quickly succumbed to the pleasure. He wrapped his arms around Brad's body, pulling him closer, his own tongue darting out to meet Brad's. He moaned softly, his body trembling with anticipation.

The other frat boys, caught up in the moment, began to pair off as well. Tyler, not wanting to be left out, turned his attention to Chad, the closeted jock who had inadvertently started this whole orgy. He grabbed Chad by the shoulders, pulling him close, his eyes burning with desire.

"You started this, Chad," Tyler whispered, his voice husky with lust. "Now you're going to finish it."

And with that, he leaned in and kissed Chad, their mouths meeting in a passionate embrace. Chad, who had never kissed a man before, was initially hesitant. But the heat of Tyler's body, the intensity of his kiss, quickly melted away his inhibitions. He wrapped his arms around Tyler's body, returning the kiss with equal fervour.

Mr. Davenport, meanwhile, was in a state of complete shock. He had never witnessed anything like this before. He had always prided himself in his heterosexuality and his composure. But now, with these frat boys engaging in a full-blown orgy right in front of him, he found his inhibitions crumbling, his desires shifting.

He watched, transfixed, as the frat boys kissed, groped, and fondled each other. He could feel his own body stirring, his cock had been hard since Chad wished he was horny, and it had never felt so painfully constricted. He knew that he should look away, that he should try to maintain some semblance of decency. But he couldn't resist. He was drawn to this orgy of young men like a moth to a flame, and he was willing to burn for the chance to experience its forbidden pleasures.

The older gent, couldn’t take his eyes off the younger men, his cock raging hard. He was disgusted at himself, but for some reason he couldn’t break his eyes away from the display of youthful lust from the adolescent hunks. Come to mention it, the other men in the coach found their attention moved toward them.

Jake broke from Brad’s kiss to say “I wish Tyler was a sexy stripper slut who loves seducing men. I also wish his muscles would grow when he’s seducing.”

Genie grinned “I wish Tyler was a sexy stripper slut who loves seducing men for a living. I also wish his muscles would grow thicker when he’s seducing straight men.”

Tyler, the only lad left in a top, which was now stretched to its limit, emboldened by the attention and the sudden surge of testosterone, locked eyes with the older gent. A wicked grin spread across his face, revealing a hint of the devil within. He pulled away from his make-out session, leaving Chad panting and flushed.

"Hey, old timer," he drawled, his voice now deeper and more resonant, "you seem to be enjoying the show. Why don't I give you a private performance?"

Before the older gent could respond, Tyler sauntered down the aisle, his newly acquired muscles rippling beneath his clinging tank top. The other passengers watched in stunned silence, their eyes glued to his every move.

He stopped directly in front of the older gent, his bulging biceps practically brushing against the man's face. He leaned in close, his breath hot and heavy against the man's ear.

"I bet you've never seen anything like this before," he whispered, his voice laced with a seductive purr.

With a sudden, unexpected move, the frat boy seductively placed himself on the older guys lap, gyrating into the older man’s crotch. Then he began to strip. He slowly peeled off his tank top, revealing his massive, sculpted chest. His pecs bounced with each movement, drawing gasps from the onlookers.

He then unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving the older gent's. He slowly slid his shorts down his hips, revealing a pair of tight, blue boxer briefs that barely contained his bulging package.

Mr. Davenport's eyes widened in disbelief, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. He was both horrified and aroused by the spectacle unfolding before him. He had always considered himself a respectable, heterosexual man, but the sight of this young, muscular frat boy stripping and grinding on his lap was stirring something deep within him, something he had never dared to acknowledge.

He even witnessed Tyler's muscles pump bigger, growing larger and more defined as he gave in to his advances. It was as if the act of seduction was fuelling his physical transformation, turning him into the ultimate object of desire.

Tyler, now completely naked from the waist up, straddled the older gent's lap, his rock-hard thighs pressing against the man's groin. He began to grind against him, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent shivers down Mr. Davenport's spine.

"How's that feel, old timer?" Tyler purred, his voice now dripping with lust. "Bet you wish you were young again, huh? Able to handle all this muscle."

Mr. Davenport groaned, his self-control crumbling like a dam about to burst. He reached out and grabbed Tyler's ass, squeezing the firm, muscular cheeks. He couldn't help himself. The feel of Tyler's body against his was too intoxicating, too overwhelming to resist.

Tyler let out a throaty laugh, then leaned in and licked Mr. Davenport's ear, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot and heavy against the man's skin.

He continued to grind against Mr. Davenport, his movements becoming more and more frantic. The other passengers watched in a mixture of shock, arousal, and envy. Some averted their eyes, pretending not to see what was happening. Others stared openly, their own desires ignited by the scene unfolding before them.

Chad, inspired by Tyler's success and aware his previous wish had been granted, decided to take things even further. He approached Mr. Davenport, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

He ran his hand down to Mr. Davenport’s crotch and felt the hard shaft of the older man, straining against his pants. He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes.

“I wish you only desire sex with young men now who call you Daddy,” Chad whispered, his voice laced with seduction.

The Genie, who had been observing the scene with amusement, smirked. This young lad had been a straight, awkward college boy until only a few moments ago. Now, he was a professional rent boy, a master of seduction, with a very naughty kink for seducing older men.

He wound back time desiring to unleash Mr. Davenport's deepest, darkest desires, to transform him into the ultimate object of lust.

“I wish you only desire sex with young, dumb, hunky men now who call you Leather Daddy,” Chad whispered, his voice dripping with anticipation."

As Chad whispered the words "Leather Daddy," a surge of raw, untamed power coursed through Mr. Davenport's body. It started in his groin, a throbbing, insistent ache that demanded release. It spread through his chest, tightening his muscles, hardening his nipples. It surged into his arms, making his hands clench into fists.

He felt his skin tingle, his senses sharpen, his inhibitions crumble. He was no longer Mr. Davenport, the respectable businessman. He was now a Leather Daddy, a master of pain and pleasure, a connoisseur of young, dumb, hunky men.

He looked down at Tyler, still straddling his lap, his body glistening with sweat, his eyes burning with desire. He saw the potential, the raw, untapped masculinity that was just waiting to be unleashed. He saw the perfect blank canvas, ready to be moulded and shaped to his every whim.

A primal growl rumbled in his chest, a sound that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He reached out and grabbed Tyler's ass, squeezing the firm, muscular cheeks.

"You're mine now," he growled, his voice now deeper and more resonant. "You belong to me. I’ll pimp your sexy ass out to whomever I choose and you’ll make me a lot of money boy!"

Tyler, still riding high on the adrenaline of his performance, simply smiled and leaned in to kiss Mr. Davenport again. But as their lips met, something shifted. Tyler's eyes glazed over, his mind went blank, and a dumb smile spread across his face.

The transformation was complete. Tyler was now a dumb, muscle-bound stud, perfectly suited to the desires of his new Leather Daddy and he was proud to make money for Daddy with his sexy body.

Mr. Davenport pulled back from the kiss, his eyes burning with lust. He ran his hands over Tyler's body, feeling the warmth of his skin, the hardness of his muscles.

"Daddy," Tyler said, his voice now deeper and more resonant, "take me."

He needed to claim Tyler, to mark him as his own, right here, right now, in front of everyone.

He grabbed Tyler's face, his fingers digging into the young man's cheeks, and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. He kissed him hard, his tongue exploring every inch of Tyler's mouth, his teeth nipping at his lips.

Tyler, his mind now a blank slate, responded with a fervour that was both thrilling and terrifying. He wrapped his arms around Daddy Davenport's neck, his body pressing against the older man's, his hips grinding against his groin.

Daddy broke the kiss, his eyes burning with lust. He looked around the coach, taking in the shocked, aroused faces of the other passengers. He saw the envy in their eyes, the desire in their hearts. He knew that they all wanted to be Tyler, to be the object of his desire.

He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. He was going to give them a show they would never forget.

He grabbed Tyler's hand and pulled him towards the nearest seat, where Chad and the other jocks were sitting, their eyes wide with anticipation.

"Move," Daddy growled, his voice now a low, menacing rumble. "This is my seat now."

Chad and the other jocks scrambled out of the way, their faces a mixture of fear and excitement. They knew that they were about to witness something extraordinary, something forbidden.

Daddy sat down, pulling Tyler onto his lap. He straddled the young man, his thighs squeezing his waist, his groin pressing against his ass.

He grabbed Tyler's head and forced him down, his fingers tangling in his hair.

"Suck my cock," he commanded, his voice dripping with lust. "Suck it good."

Tyler, his mind completely blank, obeyed without hesitation. He opened his mouth and took Daddy's throbbing cock inside, his lips wrapping around the shaft, his tongue dancing over the head.

Daddy groaned, his head falling back, his body arching with pleasure. He closed his eyes, savouring the sensation, the warmth, the wetness. He felt the other passengers watching him, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them.

He didn't care. He was a Leather Daddy, and he was going to take what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted.

He opened his eyes and looked down at Tyler, his face buried in his lap, his cheeks flushed, his eyes glazed over. He saw the other jocks watching, their cocks straining against their pants, their hands reaching for their own dicks.

He smirked. He was in control, and he was loving every minute of it.

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TBC tomorrow

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bakugo katsuki x pro hero sister headcannons ♡

labels. she/her pronouns, y/n is used, reader resembles masaru’s personality.

warnings. light cursing, sibling rivalry/banter, mild violence (sparring), light angst, katsuki being katsuki, occasional soft!katsuki moments, ai used for quirk, light fluff. self indulgent as a older sister lol

as kids, katsuki was always trying to one-up you. if you learned a new move, he needed to master it ten times faster. it was exhausting for your parents, but you secretly loved it.

it started as rivalry—he wanted to beat you. but over time, he stopped comparing and started watching. you were sharp, confident, and strong as hell. and despite how much he grumbled about you being annoying, you were also the reason he never let himself fall behind.

now that you’re both older, katsuki’s picked up this habit of not liking people talking about you in any way that sounds remotely flirtatious. especially if it’s denki. katsuki hates how much denki likes you. it’s hilarious.

❝why the hell was sparky looking at you like that?!❞

❝katsuki. you’re being dramatic.❞

❝nah. he wants to die.❞

people would stop and stare when you two walked down the street. not just because of the familiar fierce expressions, perfect mix of mitsuki’s striking beauty and masaru’s soft features.

your mom teases that you both get that overprotective streak from her. your dad just sighs in the background and adjusts his glasses.

your mom is insanely proud of you. you’re her clone in all the best ways: attitude when necessary, but calculated grace when it matters. she calls you her ❝perfect little menace.❞

your dad is your soft spot. you’re a total daddy’s girl and katsuki pretends to gag whenever he sees you two reading together or fixing up old support gear in the garage.

sunday mornings in the bakugo household are sacred. you and katsuki make breakfast together—him handling the fire, you handling the precision. sometimes you both burn things on purpose just to irritate mitsuki.

your hero name is miststrike, and your costume is sleek, black and with accents of your favorite color, or just all black, with specialized fabric that helps concentrate your mist in high-pressure areas like your wrists and collarbone. katsuki thought it was badass and totally jacked some design elements for his own.

❝…tch. don’t flatter yourself. i didn’t steal that much.❞

❝your gauntlets are literally based on my fog-chambers.❞

❝shut up.❞

during katsuki’s internship with shoto and izuku, endeavor brought you up while training with him. katsuki nearly exploded on the spot. ❝your sister’s quirk is very controlled and calculated. you’re… emotionally driven.❞

❝don’t compare me to her!❞

he does compare himself to you. all the time.

ignition mist is terrifying up close. slippery terrain, no visibility, and then boom—you snap your fingers and light the whole room up.

your quirk has a strange synergy with katsuki’s. you can trap people in mist, and katsuki can blast them once they’re disoriented. in simulations, you two are basically a nightmare to face. one creates chaos, the other delivers the final blow.

katsuki lives for training with you. you don’t hold back, and he respects the hell out of that. even if it means getting sent flying across the training field.

❝i said go full out, dammit! don’t treat me like i’m weak!❞

❝you say that every time, and yet every time you end up with a concussion.❞

❝worth it.❞

sometimes you train at night, just the two of you. the city skyline in the background, the sharp scent of smoke and chemical mist in the air. no words needed—just shared movement and mutual respect.

there was one time you accidentally overdid it and katsuki slammed into a wall so hard he cracked it. you rushed to him, panicked, but he just laughed like a psycho. ❝you finally got serious. damn right.❞

you nearly cried. he still teases you about it.

izuku calls you ❝y/n-nii❞ and it drives katsuki insane. you’re everything izuku admires in a hero—smart, skilled, and kind to everyone, including him. katsuki gets jealous but pretends not to be.

izuku once made a passing comment like, ❝y/n-nii is so graceful and smart. i wish i could be like her.❞

katsuki almost set the common room couch on fire.

❝shut the hell up about my sister in front of my friends, nerd!❞

❝but she’s so cool, kacchan!❞

❝i said shut up!❞

kirishima looks up to you the way katsuki refuses to say he does. he always asks for advice about hero work and battle ethics. you always tell him he’s already got what it takes. katsuki scowls every time.

shoto once compared you to fuyumi and katsuki nearly detonated. ❝my sister’s cooler.❞

you use glasses sometimes, usually while working late or reading hero reports. katsuki has a photo of you in them, but if anyone ever sees it, he will literally combust.

he got his love for loud and classical music from you. you used to blast your playlists in your room, and little katsuki would sit in the hallway pretending he wasn’t listening. now he copies your playlists and pretends they’re his.

you’ve got a soft spot for him, even if you act like you don’t. you’re always one step behind him at competitions, watching from the shadows just in case he needs you. he knows. he just never says it.

he still calls you ❝sis❞ when no one’s around.

katsuki doesn’t know how to say he appreciates you, so he shows it in little ways. like handing you cold drinks after training or silently plugging in your dead phone when you’re passed out on the couch.

he actually listens when you give him advice. he pretends not to. pretends to roll his eyes and scoff. but he hears everything you say. especially when it comes to hero strategy or emotional regulation (which he’ll never admit he struggles with)

you’re one of the only people who can tell when he’s having a bad day before he explodes about it. and you don’t ask questions. you just sit beside him, play his favorite songs, and wait. he always ends up muttering something like ❝…today was bullshit.❞ and that’s your cue to listen.

on your 19th birthday, katsuki didn’t say anything until after everyone left. you were sitting on the balcony alone when he joined you, dropped a wrapped box in your lap, and muttered,

❝you’re annoying. but… you’re the reason i’m where i’m at. don’t get sappy or anything. just open it.❞

it was a new set of gauntlets, upgraded and built to compress mist in smaller chambers. custom-made. you cried. safe to say he cried a little too.

[theclara]

Sonic Odyssey: Crafting Immersive Surround Sound Mixes.

Surround sound mixing is the intricate art of orchestrating audio elements to envelop listeners in a multidimensional auditory experience. It involves spatially distributing sound across multiple channels to create a sense of depth, dimension, and realism.

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Fixing mixing is as easy as this simple sentence states "Fix before you mix" Fixing what you can do manually before you start your mixing process, can go a long way in improving your mixing e.g. With vocals I practice clip automation, this is where I isolate each line of the vocals performance and do the volume automation. This is to make sure I am comfortable with the vocal's overall level before adding plugins or hardware processing. This works for any sound source, give it a try!!