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FCBD 2024: Get a look at Dying Inside from Fall Out Boy's Pete Wentz, Hannah Klein, and Lisa Sterle

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Vault Comics has announced the first graphic novel from the Headshell imprint, Dying Inside, by Fall Out Boy’s Pete Wentz, Hannah Klein, and Lisa Sterle will kick off promotions with a collection of limited deluxe editions and an exclusive merch line, which are available for pre-order now at Vault Comics.  Fans can catch a sneak preview of Dying Inside during this year’s Free Comic Book Day…

[mantisgodsdomain]

Having just read Border Stone, I am sincerely wondering what Team Snakemouth's reaction will be once Mothivia randomly shows up with Hollow.

We originally planned to illustrate this, but we didn't get around to it. This depends on whether or not they show up to potentially important briefings on other team's missions, because the first opportunity that they'll have to see The Hollow Knight is when Team Mothiva turns up to report on that mission, but after that they've got something of a 50/50 of encountering them being dragged around more or less as encountered in Hallownest or encountering them as Ominous Bodyguard Number 2.

As by the time they've returned to Bugaria, they've also achieved what they actually came there to do (assess the state of the fallen kingdom of Hallownest now that the plague has died down), they do have more things to present than just THK, but there's a solid chance that they'll just kind of... leave it to idle in the background, while talking about everything else. Watching. Waiting.

The original plan, of course, was to try and leave it in Hallownest. This, unfortunately, failed around the point when Zasp realized just how poorly it was holding together, along with the fact that they couldn't actually locate anyone with medical training for whatever Hollow was in the area (or anyone speaking a language they shared). Since Hollow was still following them around whenever guided, the plan became "bring it back to Bugaria, get it medical attention, shove it off on whoever we can manage to get it to stick with".

The final step of this plan failed. Mothiva, as someone with a very distinct public image to upkeep, was then stuck with the task of prettying it up enough to fit with the brand rather than risking backlash from either her fans or her managers from having some raggedy-looking maybe-beetle following her around, since her association with Zasp already sort of has her on thin ice with her brand.

There is a "trying to make it look less like it's in the process of actively dying" montage. It involves usage of power tools to clean up the crack on its shell well enough to seal and liberal amounts of beetle shell ointment, and THK is wholly uncertain how to feel about the whole thing. It doesn't do a whole lot for making it look less... horribly intimidating, but it's slightly more marketable in that it don't look like it's going to keel over and die at any second now.

The first reaction is generally going to be "by Venus's name, where the hell did you find that thing?!" regardless of first encounter, though. The industrial sander doesn't change that it's a ridiculously massive maybe-not-even-a-bug with a shell black enough to absorb all light and we don't think Mothiva will be doing an even remotely adequate amount of explanation on "what this thing is" or "how we found it".

[falseandrealultravival]

Shrimp with chili sauce (prose, cooking)

Peel the shells off of large shrimp and coat them in potato starch. Heat olive oil in a frying pan, add the shrimp, and fry until the potato starch turns brown. Add chopped green onions and shrimp with chili sauce, heat a little, and it's done. Save the headshells for another dish later.

2025.02.15

エビチリソース(prose, cooking)

大きめのエビの殻を剥き、片栗粉をまぶす。フライパンにオリーブオイルを熱し、エビを入れ、片栗粉が色付くくらい炒める。ネギのみじん切りとエビチリソースを入れて少々加熱して完成。殻はあとで別の料理に使う。

[bevika]

There's something about certain turntables that makes me wanna write extremely esoteric porn

[coldgoldlazarus]

To a certain extent I get why people opt to go for more organic, fleshy takes on Bionicle characters, since they are in theory meant to be a pretty even interweaving of organic and machinery. (I may not be a huge fan of the style myself, but it's definitely everyone's rights as an artist, and tbh I think the variety of interpretations is healthier for the community.) It's a take I think only the Miramax movies pulled off in a way I like, and even then I would have handled some things differently, like having the eyes set back furher instead of flush with the masks.

But just personally speaking, I see them as like, somewhere between what General Grievous had going on, with the organic parts almost entirely on the inside and the robotic stuff and armor acting as an insectlike exoskeleton around that; and in some areas it's like what Warframes have going on, where the robotic and organic stuff are so interwoven it's genuinely impossible to draw a distinction.

And then Kraata invert that, with a robotic endoskeleton, and then a mostly-organic body interwoven with and surrounding that. Though unconventionally, I see that as having an almost stingray-like texture rather than being like slugs, though with a very very fine layer of protodermis scales as well that gives them their metallic sheen.

When they become Rahkshi, the organic area hardens into their carapace headshells and spines, plus some stray carapace armor for lower areas; while the more robotic endoskeleton sort of unfolds and grows out from the underside to become the body and limbs, with a more standard insectlike/blended dynamic as other MU inhabitants.

Krana are almost purely organic, and mostly comprised of a blend of neurocrystal and fatty brain matter wrapped in skin; with a small pocket with all the other organs to support that just in a jumble like Octopi. The only robotic parts they have are their eyes, a super basic square 'bone' frame, and some tiny connective probe arms to allow them to interface with the Bohrok or override their victims.

With the Kal, they uniquely maintain a significant neurocrystal brain in their actual body, defining their identity. So the Krana-Kal are mainly there as 'external hard drives' so to speak, to grant extra processing power, the eight Krana type powers, and a voice. (Since the Krana-Kal need to be detached from the Bohrok hivemind, and ergo they need to use auditory communication to coordinate, the telepathic organ in normal Krana that allow that connection is replaced in Krana-Kal with vocal cords.)

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.ೃ࿐the bad touch.ೃ࿐

Pairing : Tate Langdon x fem! Reader

Content : smut with basically no plot

warnings : kinda rough sex?, use of y/n, NOT PROOFREAD!

A/n : this is not the smut that was meant to be written but i heard the song and decided to make a fic about it 😓. I am still writing the other its just hard to thing of how to

This is my first time actually writing smut so i apologise for how poorly written it is and if some wordings seem silly, i couldn't keep a straight face at all

SEXUAL CONTENT! IF YOU ARE BELOW THE AGE OF 18 AND REAS THIS, THAT IS YOUR FAULT NOT MINE!!

Mere minutes ago, you and tate were just sat on your bed, listening to music on your record player until a certain song came on and things began to get... Heated. Skip to now, you were straddling tates lap while both of you took turns removing items of eachothers clothes as the tune blasts from your record player, your lips staying connected as much as they can.

'I want you smothered, want you covered Like my Waffle House hash browns'

Your hands matted in his hair as he trails harsh kisses and nips at your neck,his hands trailing down to your shorts and unbuttoning them at a messy pace. you both are fully naked within seconds, him laying you down on the mattress as he slides down your body, his hands following down to your thighs.

You were already soaked and eager, squirming once you feel two of Tates fingers slip into your hole, stretching you out imediately.

"holy shit Tate" you manage to breathe out, your hands balling the material of your bed into your fists as he doesn't waste a single second. His digits pump in and out of you, curling inside of you right against your 'special spot'.

You push his hand away, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge the faster he goes with his skilled fingers. He looks up at you with his big brown eyes tinted with confusion and slightly worry, hoping he didnt do anything wrong.

"i need you Tate. Right fucking now." you huff, pulling him up by his hair while a devious smirk spreads onto his lips. Your hand reaches out and picks up the headshell, dropping the needle back onto the record so the song restarts.

Without any warning, he slides into you, letting out a groan as he does so. His hands grip your hips, giving you a few seconds before his hips begin to move at a slow pace, quickly becoming a much faster pace once he knows your fine with it.

"Oh my god y/n. You feel so good!" he grunts as his balls slap against your ass with each sharp thrust, every single one hitting your g-spot.

'you and me baby, we aint nothin' but mammals so lets do it like the do on the discovery channel'

"im way too turned on by this holy shit!" Tate goans. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving deep crecent marks in place of them. Your legs wrapped around his waist, tilting your body upwards ever so slightly and giving him the perfect angle to continuously slam into your g-spot.

"T-tate, im gonna cum if you keep it up like that," you practically squeal, the shaky feeling in your legs getting more powerful. Within seconds your seeing stars, Tates thrusts not slowing down at all, his hips still relentlessly pounding into you. You feel your tight walls getting overstimulated, small whimpers slipping from your lips as tears prick your eyes.

"Agh! Fuck!" Tate grunts into your ear, soon pulling out and pumping his member. His sticky, warm ropes of semen making a mess on your stomach and breasts.

Tate collapsed down besides you, pulling you into a hug and taking a deep inhale of your hair, helping him come back down to earth.

"ew your sweaty!" you joke, letting out a small giggle as you wiggle around, trying to escape his tight and humid grasp.

"mmn.. I wanna smell your hair." i pouts playfully, hugging you tighter and burrying his face into your neck.

A/n: thank you to that one person that gave me the encouragement to make this!

Thanks for reading! <3

[thewriterg]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐥

pairing(s); miles morales x gn!reader, can be read as civilian earth 42 miles or 1610 miles

summary; When you entered your second home the last thing you expected to do it to share a vinyl with a less fortunate boy —flufftober day;6–

word count; 1.1k+

warning(s); strangers to friends to whatever your head comes up with, useless backstory, fluff, and language

playlist; dark red by steve lacey

A/n:—GIFs; @mo0nfairy & @merakyn— when I say… I barely, BARELY was able to finish this

The aura of your sacred space called out your name as you stepped from of the train out into the subway the cool air more intense underground before you made you way up the stairs up into the streets of manhattan after two hour with a delayed ride you were on you way to your escape earbuds plugged into your ear an umbrella in your hold as it drizzled the sky cloudy and the streets cold You felt your feet your take you the old rundown beat path before you were at the place where you could spend hours on end

The record shop

You swung the door open the familiar bell greeting a shoegaze playlist calmly spilling through the overhead speakers the bass going ideal with the weather outside and the festive mood as the days progressed deeper into October when the blazing hot heat was in its ending days until the year prior and cool winds took over over for the rest of time being

“Hey stranger” The familiar mellow voice called out to you as you turned your gaze to look at one of your second self Xavier who worked in the shop along with the store owner Alphfred an older man who originally bought the space with his wife whom he ran the establishment with the place was huge in the 90s and early 2000s selling select music equipment, records, and CDs but like every business it had a dry patch and almost closed down around the 2010s when ipods became popular but like everything, they begin to make a come back and business slowly picked up

This time around the only missing part was Lillith, Alphfred's wife who passed a year prior from breast cancer with the man not getting any younger than he was currently was he reluctantly had to hire help which in conclusion got you Xavier his lanky yet slouched figure standing before you blue eyes steering through the smoky black and gray eyeshadow around them, a black beanie over his blonde neck length hair

“It's been two weeks, please tell me you saved me one” You playfully rolled your eyes before wrapping your arms around the boy a pout in you voice that he could picture without having to look at you

“Yea which is like two life times for you, and you know I did even if you don't deserve it” You pulled away with a small squeal and a few jumps in you spot and now it was his turn to roll his eyes before going behind the register counter unlocking a cabinet grabbing the record putting it behind his back as he approached you again before bringing it in your line of sight

“Oh my god I could kiss you” You whispered while letting out a breath approaching the limited addition Steve Lacey record that you’d been waiting on forever there was only a hundred made and yet you had it in your possession you let your hands pick it up from Xaviers hold missing the sarcastic mumble that fell from his lips

“Please save me the romantics”

“Where's the old man?” You called out to the blonde not taking your eyes off the music containing disk who went to go take a seat behind the counter who hummed before responding untangling the wires of his headphones carefully

“Went out, not gonna be back until around six” You unintentionally mimicked his response calling back with a hum deciding you would wait until then since it was already almost three you made your way to your favorite spot of the shop the dark rocking chair in the corner you controlled the sound of the speakers on the wall next to it after carefully unwrapping the vinyl and putting it on the platter turning the headshell to sit on the disk before amping up the volume letting the tune take over the store and you swore you could've heard Xavier mumble about how tedious it was to watch

Sitting down on the “old hunk as wood” as Alphred called it yet you noticed how he never through it out you took out a book you were reading from the tote bag slung over your shoulder starting from where you last left off letting the atmosphere push through your nerve of senses clouding them all together

When you heard the bell ring throughout the store you expected to see Alphred to walk through the door not the soaked, lean, afro latino boy you currently were viewing who you could tell was a bit of a way from home not as if you weren't yourself assuming it was just another cute customer you mentally let Xavier handle it before going back to your book not getting very far before you were interrupted

“Excuse me, do you have any more Limited Lacey records left?” Your attention averted from you page to chocolate eyed boy who seemingly pleaded with you to agree with as he nodded towards the record player the vinyl spinning around the beginning of dark red playing through the speaker and you looked at him with sympathy before responding

“I know how it feels, im sorry” And you truly did even if it sounded dramatic there truly was a gut wrenching feeling when you were just a split second too late or when the person in front of you just got the last one just for it to end up in a thrift store a few months later it had happened to you more than once

“I take it you're not from here?” You questioned gently trying to uplift the visibly down boy you gaze averting to Xavier for a split second who was smirking at you like the cheshire cat before you turning back to soft going boy

“Yeah came here for a convention with a few friends from Brooklyn, record slipped my mind” He sighed visibly defeated and before you could think of the words they were already spewing from your mouth

“You could borrow mine sometime” You offered and mentally cursed yourself while watching the brunette eyes light up like a kid on Christmas

“You would do that? I could pay you!” He questioned hope prominent in voice as you nodded finally standing up from your chair noticing how Xavier was now nowhere to be found as your eyes scanned through the store

“You wouldn't need to do that, don't kick a man when he's down and that sort of thing” You reassured a close mouth smile thrown his way as you took a few steps past him your shoes placing on the floor

“I-Im Miles by the way” The brown haired boy called out ad you turned to face him as he forced his mouth from going agape as he stared raking his eyes over your features

“Nice to meet you Miles”

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[pink-heart-writes]

the words you said to me echo in my head

day and night

like a song stuck on repeat

that i cannot get rid of

i have tried to play another song

a better memory of us

and as i give it my all to pick up the headshell

and make the needle stop playing that one specific song

my hand loses strength

and the record plays again

i cannot get it out

at least not right now

for the words have bled into my heart

and found a nice little place to settle down

- dee

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Crowdfunding Corner: Deathstalker Returns in Comics From Vault Presented by Guns N’ Roses’ Slash

Crowdfunding Corner: Deathstalker Returns in Comics From Vault Presented by Guns N’ Roses’ Slash #comics #comicbooks #kickstarterreads

Backer Beware: Crowdfunding projects are not guaranteed to be delivered and/or delivered when promised. We always recommend to do your research before backing. Vault Comics, in partnership with Slash of Guns N’ Roses, Shout! Studios, and Raven Banner Entertainment, will publish a comic book adaptation of the cult classic sword-and-sorcery movie franchise, Deathstalker, as part of their…

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I ask this mainly for comedic purposes but what if bot! Ashlyn (who you said was basically half predacon half seeker ish) could breathe fire. Mainly because I think it’s funny but also because it’s be a sick intimidation tactic.

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Welcome 🍄!

She would be the type to milk that in every way possible.

It's not even the fire breathing itself that she would really use at first, it's the smoke. Blow rings and try to shoot through them for target practice with Bee and Smokescreen. Balance a piece pipe between her denta and digits, and let Ultra Magnus think she's just picked up an Earthen cultural quirk. Let the scent of smoke, of burning internals, be the first hints of her presence when she joins the battle. Playing dirty is just a matter of survival when going against opponents with millennia of experience, dramatics aside, the heat and obscurity offered by quick exhale on a combatant's optics during close combat should be considered a respectable technique thank you. If pepper spray worked just fine, then so should a super-heated smoke attack.

Of course, Ash doesn't stop with the smoke. She's part predacon, fire is inevitable.

Despite the... off-ness of her design, the sharp edges, thicker plating, or subtle behavior that just reeks of a predator's ease and focus, Ashlyn does present as a seeker. An odd one, but she's odd in all aspects.

Ashlyn knows she's different, knows there's a part of this frame, a programmed instinct that she has to temper down that is foundationally different from the others. But she's different from the very core of her being. EM fields are a new sensation that makes her spark clampdown and soul lurch. Her claws are hazardous, her grip too strong, and her limbs feel too disjointed; she's clumsy, still learning control, and it's easier to avoid touch than to constantly apologize for the dents and strained joints. It's easier to go off alone on scouting trips, where the voices aren't triggered, the childish wobbles of her wings aren't scrutinized, and her talent for finding energon and sniffing out mines is borderline absurd.

She plays around, laughs, and debates. She keeps her distance, limits herself to fist bumps and nudges, and opens up slowly, following Ratchet's lead and sticking to his side when she's in the base. An odd little cog in the machine that is Team Prime, but part of the group. Family.

And within that dynamic. Within her wonder at their old stories, youngling mischief, and constant support, Team Prime forgets that Ash can do more than simply blow smoke.

Bulkhead watches the Insecticon scream as red-hot metal splinters and cracks, molten droplets mixing with energon as the joint twists and rips. Headshell screeches as his good arm reaches back, trying to dislodge his attacker from her hold on his back. Ashlyn holds firm, her intake releases the bug only to breathe a stream of fire at the con's face and neck-cabling, the stench of smelting metal overpowering even on the edge of a volcano.

She's bristling, spikes standing up straight and biolights flashing. Tips of her talons stained blue and servos scuffed as she snarls and curses, optics wide and wild as sparks fly from her mouth and molten scraps trail down her chin.

Bulkhead doesn't flinch as she throws the incapacitated bug down the side of the mountain, or when the nightmarish vision stumbles over to him.

His spark reaches out, EM field brushing with the stunted panicked fluctuations breaking out from her tight control. The Wreaker's servo, just as battered and scared, reaches up to cover her own.

Mission completed, the Tox-En-poisoned soldier limps through a ground bridge. Ashlyn tucked under his arm like a living crutch. No Insecticons alive or present to shoot him in the back, but one of her wings stretches out to cover him anyway.

"I'm starting to get worried, ya got a thing for arms?"

"Only when they hurt”

[audio-luddite]

Sometimes I despair.

So much noise. Not just audible, but information noise. Random low quality crap is the average. Where is the good stuff?

I was cruising YouTube as that is how I am following the Tour de France this year. After the day finished I randomly put in a search item.

Turntables.

I kid you not I stopped counting at 30 clips of "The 10 best (or 5 best) turntables". All from different experts. Some were sorted by cost. 10 best under $2000, or under $500. Still a tsunami of opinion. Yet very little agreement or correlation or even good advice. When a I see a unit ranked well because it has a USB output, here comes the despair.

I imagine that some of these guys may actually know something. Take that to mean most know Sweet F*** All. The average is pulled way down. I may go Meta OCD and do a review of reviews. Which ones are worth looking at.

My turntable is really good (in my opinion) as it is pretty quiet and very steady. Is it high end? Yes because my system is high end. Is it audiophile grade? Yes because I consider myself an audiophile. I have absolutely no desire to upgrade it. It is mostly automatic as it can start a record with a push of a button if I want. All I must do is put the record on it and select the speed. And frankly my hand is a bit too shaky from time to time. Fully manual aint in my future.

Is it the best? I suspect there are a few better based on my needs and there is at least one prettier (Beogram 4000 series). Looks count too you know.

I made the mistake of clicking on one of those clips and this guy was all about belt drive turntables. Specifically he was calling out another site, or was it a printed magazine, that claimed belt drives actually remove surface noise from LPs. Yes they do not make things quieter he was correctly calling out Bullshit.

Belt drives are common as they are the easiest to build. Machine a pulley and buy a motor and you got it. There are many excellent belt drive turntables. Idler drives were popular for old broadcast stations. Very reliable and only one part to wear out that can be replaced. Also gobs of torque to spin up the disk. Direct drives are the hardest to engineer so only big companies do that.

I find it stupid that people slag on one type over the other as they can all work very well. I dislike that so many people go after direct drive for effects that I have never heard. I like to point out that the Lathes that cut the lacquers are direct drive. The Neumans even have a flex coupler to isolate vibration from the motor to the deck. I swear I think I have an LP or two that actually has lathe noise on it.

The main thing about turntables is weight. If the platter is heavy it is good. After that I like removable head shells for swapping cartridges. Those would be standard headshells like SME and Technics type. Dual and Thorens have proprietary designs that are removable, but I do not like the design. And I LOVE linear tangential tracking. If you don't have that you are compromised.

If you want a turntable look in ads for old ones. They can last for decades. (I know) They are also easy to fix for most brands and some still have factory support for 40 years.

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still don't understand why I drew litter one's handheld welding machine with a '_' scope.....

The original plan was to draw a flashlight, Because the H.264 headshell design does not have a light, that why.... the boy could use it to see at night while making repairs.

Now it's a scope, well...... so the H.264's wrist welding torch can be both a repair and a gun.

Flashlight too

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