#Local Channel Inserter

[witchofthesouls]

I like to think that there's some humanity's weirdness that followed the ex-retailer's cyberization:

Seems to be more like a Polyhexian Seekerkin as you're suitable for aquatic environments

Your protoform and armature have a greater degree of resistance to salinity and rust

A great tolerance to many toxins and temperature

Has resistance to metal-eating bacteria

A far more efficient system that's capable of extra energy and resources as you can consume other things that Cybertronians can't

Specialized platelets that converts solar into energy. Minor, though.

A distinct lack of biolights. You seem to have more varied textures and/or coloration on your protoform (i.e., moles, freckling, visible Blaschko's lines)

Far more flexible compared to baseline Cybertronians

The ability to walk around very quietly

A very broken Danger Sense to the average Cybertronian

This is all because of a potential running gag where Nautilator is constantly terrified because you keep catching him in his lobster alt-mode, and you mutter all the potential plans to cook said lobster because you're dying for shellfish.

[courtingchaos]

Crosstalk

Undesired signal leakage from one sound channel or track to another.

Playlist (if you wanna play along at home.)

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Prompt: Eddie - I really like the idea of making him a naughty tape full of audio recordings of you playing with yourself for when he's out of town and you can't be together for a few days. But it's a surprise so you pass it off as a regular old mixtape and he doesn't suspect a thing until the first two songs end and then the real stuff starts.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Masturbation, reader tattoo mention

A/N: I have a list in my notes of prompts and I don’t remember what ask this one came from originally so apologies for that.

18+ NSFW No Minors

Eddie digs through the bag he hastily packed that morning while the phone sits tucked between his cheek and his shoulder. “What kind of surprise is it? When did you even get it in here? Is it dirty?” He gasps into the receiver. He can feel you swatting his arm even from four hours away.

“It’s nothing wild, it’s just-“

His fingers close around something almost buried to the bottom and he fishes it out, slick plastic cassette case gleaming in the low motel light. “Did you make me a mixtape?”

“I told you it wasn’t anything wild.”

He knows you’re twirling your finger through the phone cord, your chin probably tucked into your collar in mild embarrassment.

“I love it.”

“Don’t uh, don’t go playing it for the guys though.”

“Oh so it is dirty.”

“No, I just don’t want them making fun of me for putting Linda Ronstadt on there three times.”

“Three? What are you, breaking up with me via music?” Eddie teases you while he reads the insert you lovingly wrote on, little hearts in the corners beside the 10 track listing.

“No! She’s just got a way with the language of love!” You whine into the phone and Eddie laughs.

“Okay, okay. I’ll keep it all to myself. Gives me something to listen to while I fall asleep.” Behind him the shower cuts off and he knows Gareth will be out to finish his tangent on getting bullied out of his terrible pizza toppings. “You gonna be okay if I let you go?”

“I won’t cry myself to sleep if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Oh shut up, I know you walk that widows peak night and day awaiting my return from…Detroit.”

“I don’t waste my time like that. I know you’re up to your armpits in groupies.”

Eddie looks around the old motel room and scoffs. “If you think four nerds are pulling groupies in the kind of room we have, I have a river to sell you.”

After saying goodnight five times and you finally hanging up on him being sappy he flings himself into the bathroom after Gareth and before Jeff and Frank get back with food. Four straight hours in a car with three other men makes him want to crawl out of skin so he watches the steam roll out from the behind the shower curtain with anticipation. Almost scalding water leaves red marks over his shoulders and down his chest, enough to make him feel clean again while he rinses his hair. He can hear muffled voices from the other side of the thin bathroom door and knows he’s been relegated to the small couch in their room.

“You know, it’d be nice to get the bed once in a while.” He says when he exits the bathroom and snatches two slices from the open box on the single king bed.

“If you didn’t try to spoon all of us we would.”

“Oh what, you bothered by a little cuddling?”

Gareth glares at Eddie hard and Jeff cracks up at the deep breath he takes in. “If it was just cuddling I wouldn’t think anything of it, but you turn into the world’s only land octopus! I’ve never been so sweaty in my life! I don’t know how your girl puts up with it, you’re a fucking radiator!”

“This is why I always take the cot.” Frank singsongs from said cot while watching the local news.

The bickering continues as Eddie makes his temporary bed on the too hard, too small couch and finally ends when Jeff just shuts off the lights. “I need everyone to shut the fuck up for the next five hours okay?”

Eddie only hums and fishes around for his headphones, cassette player tucked up under the blanket with him. With the tv flashing across the walls Eddie starts to drift off to the slow beat of “Blue Bayou”, a soft chuckle for your choice of intro, and by the end of it he’s almost out when he hears your voice.

“Okay, so uhm, this is actually your final warning to stop playing this for everyone because you never listen to me so I’m trying to save us both some face you ratfink.”

His eyes snap open in the dark and he pulls the player out from under the covers like it’ll tell him what’s going on.

“I’m pretty sure you’ll listen to me this time though if I put a warning on your mixtape.”

He slaps around beside him on the floor for the case and squints at it in the flashing tv lights to see if you wrote something he missed.

“Anyways though, I do miss you and I hope your show goes well. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there but there’s never much room in those motels, huh?”

He can tell you moved around while recording, the bumping of the tape deck clacking in his ears. He’s glad it’s dark so none of the guys give him shit for the blush he knows is dusting his cheeks.

“Hell, one day soon you’ll get your own room and then I can come out and I don’t have to do sappy shit like this.”

The recording cuts and jumps to Carly Simon’s “You Belong to Me” and Eddie can’t help but laugh and feel hollow at the same time. As small as this couch is it would be nice to feel your weight on top of him, your head smushed in next to his sharing headphones that might snap from overextension. The song cuts off a few notes early to shuffling sounds and then your strained voice.

“This is really hard to do one handed, I won’t lie, but I wasn’t just gonna whisper sweet nothings to you.”

One handed? He can barely make out your breathing but he can hear the gasp alongside your light laughter.

“I don’t know if you know this, and if you don’t I’m sure I’m just inflating your ego but-“

The long sigh that follows finally jogs his tired brain and keys him into what’s happening. He whips his head to the side to see the sleeping forms of the other three before he sits up and pays closer attention.

“You have amazing hands Eddie, and it isn’t just-ohhh-it isn’t just the guitar playing you know? You know just where that spot is. I think your fingers are longer, I don’t know.”

Suddenly Bonnie Raitt is in his ear and he’s fumbling for the buttons on the side of the player to fast forward because while he appreciates your mixtape skills, now is not the fucking time. You would make him wait through three more songs before he accidentally runs into the middle of your recording, a thin moan of his name that makes him stand and head for the bathroom.

“-and I just miss you a lot and you’ve only been gone f-for what, a day by the time you get this?”

His lighter clicks in the dark while juggles the tape player and his pack of cigarettes.

“You actually just left my place. We had dinner and I told you I wouldn’t fuck you because it’s like good luck or some shit. I heard boxers do it like that.”

You have a remarkable way of running your mouth while otherwise occupied, thoughts that zip between moans and even he has a hard time keeping up. In the bathroom he cracks the small window so he doesn’t set the smoke detector off and then locks the door behind him before turning the shower on full blast. When he finally sits on the edge of the tub he expects a little more from you before Bill Withers starts singing about missing sunshine and he has to fast forward again.

“You’d think I’d be a little embarrassed to do this but actually it’s-fuck-it’s kind of easier to rec-“

Eddie sucks on his cigarette until the cherry burns bright red and his lungs start screaming, the cut off voice in his ears lending to quiet sounds of your hand working fast to make your breath jump in your chest. He thinks about you probably laying on the floor of your tiny studio, right at the foot of your bed with that big boombox next to your head set to record. That pillow that’s too big for your tiny couch, the one that got relegated to a ‘floor pillow’, stuffed behind your head while your toes catch on the edge of your green rug as you try to brace yourself.

Eddie sits on the edge of the tub and breathes in his own exhaled smoke and chews on his lip till it goes almost numb. Sits there and listens to your gasps and whimpers, the far off wet slick of your fingers moving faster.

“You’d think…I was making you…a tape to send you off to war.” Your laugh is light, forced air before it chokes off on his name and he slides down to the cold tile floor. Cigarette tossed into the tub behind his head, he’ll fish the butt out of the drain when he’s done listening to your voice.

“Barely a long weekend and-and-ah shit!”

You’ve tranced him, hardly notices the dig of the tile against his bare skin, doesn’t give a shit that this floor is dirtier than he can imagine probably. He lets his vision fuzz with the steam filling the small bathroom so he can focus on your voice and try to picture you laid out in front of him. It’s just another lazy afternoon, weed haze ringing your apartment while he watches you from across the room.

“I miss you when you’re gone. It’s only four days but I miss you Eddie.”

Sitting on that tiny couch and mesmerized by the dance of your fingers over your own skin. Nails press lightly into lines of ink to trail up your thigh and over your hip, to press into the softness of your belly. You’d hold his gaze the whole time like a dare while your other hand kneaded at your chest. When those adventuring fingers finally dip between your thighs and you sigh so light, Eddie follows suit.

Through the headphones he can hear you closer now like your lips were pressed to his ear. Heavy pants and no more words, just breathing that stutters and climbs in pitch. He wastes no romance on himself, not here in this cramped bathroom, not when he can almost feel your breath hot and damp against his neck. With every hitch of your voice he speeds his hand up, didn’t even bother pulling his shorts down all the way. In his imagination you give him a chastising smile for it before your reddened eyes roll back into your skull on a moan and he uses both hands now, just like you would.

The next song started and ended maybe but his hair clings to him in the steam and his sweat. There’s a chord change he thinks that proceeds his stomach clenching and his thighs aching before it all cuts off with your loud moan. You must have slapped at the player too late, not catching all of your agonies for him. Not everything, sure, but the important part is there. Your voice chanting low as your pleasure ebbs, his name over and over until you giggle and gasp.

Soft hands, phantom and damp with arousal and sweat cup his face when he cums, the heel of his palm shoved into his mouth to stifle the high noises trying to escape his throat. The track clicks again back to music and it isn’t until Eddie hears Peter Frampton that he starts to crash back into reality.

“If I know you like I think I do, I’m sure you’re rolling your eyes at me.” You giggle again at the end of the cassette, satiated and melancholy. “I just wanted you to have a little something, though I am sorry I buried it all in some of the best love songs ever written.”

You leave him with an I love you and another I miss you and a little bit of a mess to clean up. In twenty minutes though, when he’s back on the couch having evaded being caught and sucking down another smoke, he falls asleep and dreams about that hazy afternoon he intends to give you when he gets home.

[credince--writes]

Brain worms alert! 🪱 🪱 ‼️‼️

Monster 141 au (wraith, dragon, werewolf, harpy)

X Self insert "Ducky"

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Now let's just imagine you- you aren't military. No- you're a specialized SAR (search and rescue) for trafficked, lost, or displaced hybrid and 'monster' peoples. A mere human aided by your trusty hound "Stinky".

Lost werewolf pups are rarely cases of wandering off, trafficked or kidnapped with malicious intents. Of course- as a mere human you were dedicated more to the cases of the wanders off. The kind and gentle human to wipe away the tears of hybrid children displaced in the ever changing anatomy their 'differences' blessed them with.

That is until a stark uptick in kidnappings or disappearances of the hybrid and monster populace raises alarm bells much higher than your pay grade.

A certain vampire obtaining very sensitive, leaked documents on how to create the perfect human thrall. Part man, part death.

They just needed a human specimen to fall into their lap. Head strong- a heart full of the best intentions.

You've been lured into a trap, trying to save a werewolf child only to be tortured off of a playbook trying to replicate a new, shadowy host to control.

The compound isn't some measly thing- the middle of nowhere in the Forrests.

They bury you inside a car- hoping suffocation in the mass grave out back would be enough to trigger the conversion.

But rather than the festering hate needed to be possessed to become a wraith? You possessed sorrow. You possessed humility and regret.

So you spent your last moments of oxygen pleading- bargaining with the darkness around you.

And they spoke back- a hallowing transformation.

You'd been missing for seven days by this point- long enough for the local CIA branch to pass information through channels slamming alarm bells blaring for attention.

By the time they drug that car from the earth and found you though? Curled up in the cold and damp back seat of the wrecked car they buried you in, you only had one thought in your mind.

Devour.

[darkmaga-returns]

Sounds insane? That’s exactly how they want it to sound—because if the truth is too disturbing to believe, they win. But we’ve got the receipts. Patents, leaked documents, pharmaceutical package inserts—it’s all there, and it gets worse.

These drugs aren’t just in pills anymore. They’ve been aerosolized. And according to insiders, they’re already being released over major population centers.

Stay with us, because the evidence we’re about to reveal is undeniable. This is a war on our children, and if we don’t wake up now, it’ll be too late.

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It’s 2025, and the global elite have pushed the world to the edge of chaos—forever wars, runaway inflation, depopulation, and humanized AI poised to replace vast chunks of humanity, all while tightening their grip in a dystopian bid for control.

This is not an exaggeration. Just this week, while everyone’s attention was elsewhere, the world’s first synthetic human-robot jerked awake and came to life.

Meanwhile, an Australian company has launched trials for a computer powered by captive human brain cells. If you thought we were kidding when we warned that the global elite are determined to enslave humanity, now’s the time to sit up and take notice.

[saintetheldreda]

okay

this one is for all the ancient myth, folklore, urban myth, cryptid and supernatural people of tumblr

i am trying to start a folklore reading group on discord for 2025 covering all of the above categories

every month we pick a category of folklore to read around. categories can be anything. could centre around culture/period/place (eg ancient chinese myth and legend) or individual text (eg the aeneid, the poetic edda) or specific monster (eg vampires) or specific approach (eg theories of myth and their puprose eg joseph campbell)

anything is fair game from aztec myths to angelology to modern urban myths to aliens and cryptids

wed be a reading group but SUPER low key so it can fit in with everyones lives

like. im not gonna assign the same book to everyone to read by the end of the month

use whatever sources you wish - the internet, your local library, buy the specific book you think looks most useful, read/watch fictionalised retellings you think look fun

we can all use our own sources and most importantly we can recommend the ones we find the most useful to the rest of the group to help each other (or just to gush about it)!! < 3

oh and if youre an artist and you want to make art (drawing the monsters/creatures, writing your own adaptation of the story, write a self-insert where you get to shoot the monsters w/ dean winchester or dana scully or smth, writing mothman x reader fanfiction) youll get so many brownie points and everyone will think youre really cool

point is well all be reading the same broader points. so we can chat about it and discuss interpretations and make memes and show love for your favourites or complain about the dryness of your least favourites and there is so much weirdness to make fun of in myth and folklore

every month we will vote on the next topic (dont worry there will be a channel to argue about why your suggestion is the best haha) and by the end of the year well all know so much weird shit itll be great. dont you want every month of your 2025 to be defined by a weird little folklore era

well its about halfway through january when i post this meaning we'll only have half a month for the first one, no time for a vote either so if you want to hop in and start nerding out immediately january is going to be your

~ ancient japanese myth era ~

well discuss sources in the discord if you dont know where to start

but if you just want to join to wait it out so you can vote on next months subject, youre so welcome to

everyone welcome. contribute as much or as little as you like. friendliness and good vibes only!!

also ill be making a tag, "folklore2025" for people to post stuff related to this reading project thing on their tumblr if they wish

discord link below

[filthypen]

To welcome you to the world of DR smut, for the first of my asks, I do wanna know whose the top 5 girls rocking the best of tits in yours eyes?

No 5º: Chiaki! Starting strong with a girl that uses those massive jugs as pillows! Even tho she doesn't really realise it... even if one of the reasons her Twitch channel is SO popular!~ No 4º: Mikan! Simple, everyone WANTS to be cared by her! With constant milking and sloshing, iut just make her the clumsier... which her patients love when she falls on them~

No 3º: ''BWAHAHAHAHA! SUCK IT WHORES! WITH MY BREASTIFICATOR I FUCKING WIN WITH THESE PUPPIES!... WHAT DO YOU MEAN I SM ONLY THIRD-

No 2º: Tsumugi! The local OF whore needs some BIG advertising tools! Don't let the picture fool you, she BARELY NEVER covers them~

No 1º: Kaede! PICTURE TOO BIG TO INSERT. MASSIVE MILK LEAK IN FLOOR 5, SHUICHI SAIHARA NEEDS TO BE AUTHOSIZED TO PROCEED WITH THE MILKING PROCESS

[violetwolfraven]

Can everyone trying to point fingers at the 3rd party voters or the people who didn’t vote or whatever *insert minority here* who voted wrong please shut the fuck up?

Assigning blame is not important. That is not what matters right now. That is a waste of time. Harris lost the election. It happened. We’re heading into another four years with a rapist for a president and honestly? I don’t think any amount of appealing or asking for a recount is going to change it. We’re headed into another Trump presidency. What matters is being prepared.

Are you checking in on your queer and trans friends? Have you made sure your friends who live in cities where there are likely to be riots or racist vigilante behavior are safe? Are you checking in on the women in your life? Do you know where to get contraception? Have you checked on your Muslim friends? Do you know your neighbors? Are they okay? Is there anyone in your life who struggles with addiction and might have fallen off the wagon because of this?

Do you know who your local mutual aid groups are? Do you know what environmental advocacy groups are in your area or what they’re currently working on? Who in your community is most likely to get hurt in the next few months? Who is most likely to help them? Is there anything you can do to help? Can you donate money? Resources? Time?

I’m sorry. I’m being a little harsh here. I know assigning blame is a coping strategy. But it’s not useful for anything beyond self-soothing and I’m so fucking tired of watching white liberals on this website act like we’re on a sinking ship and the only thing we can do now is point fingers until we all drown. We aren’t drowning. Not yet and not in the future if we put in the effort to build as many lifeboats as we can now. Wallowing in hopelessness doesn’t accomplish anything? Neither does wallowing in anger.

I appreciate that you are scared. I’m scared too. Our rights and our loved ones’ rights are about to be under attack. But I choose to channel my fear into as much action as I can. We have 2 months to make the most of, and then a limitless future to keep working under worse conditions. I for one choose not to waste time trying to decide whose fault it is that things are about to get worse.

[sarcasmandships]

what inspired you to write socialites?? its such an original and interesting idea it would be cool to know how you came up with it

Omg I love this question so much because so many random things fed into the chaos stew that became Socialites, and I still can’t believe it’s turned into what it has. So here’s the semi-organized brain dump of what inspired me:

First off—the canon itself! I was always obsessed with the idea that Nico and the Seven would 100% be the subject of camp gossip. Like, they’ve literally fought titans and gods and monsters and saved the world multiple times. The other campers must know some version of what happened… but I love imagining that over time, the stories just grew arms and legs. Got weirder. More dramatic. “Leo once built a bomb out of an acorn and a sock.” “Annabeth stared down Athena herself and won.” “Nico di Angelo killed a man with just a look.” So I thought: what if I took that reputation and dropped them in a no-magic college AU? What if they were still legends, but in a completely human setting?

The Secret History by Donna Tartt was a huge inspiration too. I loved the idea of a narrator (like Will) kind of being drawn to this enigmatic, self-contained group who feel larger than life. In TSH, Richard shows up at this elite college and becomes obsessed with this mysterious group of Classics students who seem untouchable, glamorous, weirdly intense. That energy definitely made its way into how I wrote Will watching Nico & the Seven from afar at first—how they feel like myths come to life.

Also… Mean Girls. Specifically that scene where everyone shares the wild rumors they’ve heard about Regina George?? That was a vibe. I wanted the campus to feel alive with that kind of exaggerated whisper-network energy. Like how sometimes there’s just That Person™ on campus that everyone treats like a local celeb for no reason, and gossip about them is so much more interesting than normal gossip. Me and my friends have 100% had group chats like “saw [insert legendary uni guy] at Tesco buying kale… what’s he planning” and I channeled that SO hard into the campus dynamics.

Also, a huge source of inspiration is obviously Greek mythology itself—especially the way it weaves love and death so tightly together. I’ve definitely drawn on myths like Orpheus and Eurydice (the whole “looking back and losing what you love” energy runs deep in Nico’s arc) and Apollo and Hyacinthus, which mirrors so much of Will and Nico’s dynamic—sunlight and shadow, joy and grief, love that transforms and wounds at the same time. Those stories echo in the way they see each other, the way they hurt, and the way they try to love anyway.

Other inspirations:

Gossip Girl, especially for the “rich kids with secrets” vibe, local celebrity energy, and the sense that everyone’s always watching and speculating

Twelfth Night, because I’m forever obsessed with messy identity stuff, romantic chaos, miscommunication, and everyone falling in love at wildly inconvenient times

Dead Poets Society, for the moody academic aesthetic, emotional repression, boys being intense about their feelings, and that vibe of “I just want to feel something real”

Normal People, for the longing, the communication disasters, the tension between love and shame, and the feeling of being seen too clearly

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt, especially for Nico’s backstory—trauma, grief, beauty, obsession, and the idea of clinging to something painful because it’s the only thing that feels real

The Secret History, obviously, but also more broadly the whole dark academia aesthetic of intellect and decay, wine-stained secrets, and people who are too smart for their own good

Marie Antoinette (the Sofia Coppola film) for the aesthetic dissonance—beautiful people being sad and chaotic in glittery settings while the world burns quietly around them

Every university gossip thread that starts with “so I just saw this guy in the library in full Renaissance cosplay and…”

And honestly? Tumblr. Just Tumblr energy. Overwrought poetry, gay yearning, candlelight, and memes. All of it.

I really wanted to do a college AU because it’s such a goldmine for plot; found family, roommates, study sessions, parties, identity crises, chaotic flirting in libraries… plus, I got to give everyone majors that nodded to their godly heritage, which was honestly so fun to figure out.

One challenge has been keeping everyone true to character, even though they haven’t had the exact same canon traumas. I’ve tried to rework those events into realistic equivalents—like having Bianca still be dead, but from a drowning accident, so that Nico can still carry guilt and grief and have that tension with Percy. It’s a balance, but I’ve loved the challenge.

One of the biggest things I wanted to explore with Socialites was the theme of class and wealth disparity, which is also super present in The Secret History. That book plays a lot with how wealth can be both seductive and isolating, how it gives people power, access, mystery, freedom, but also creates distance between them and the rest of the world. I was really drawn to that tension, especially in a college setting where people from totally different backgrounds are suddenly thrown together.

In this AU, Nico and the Seven are all wildly wealthy; old money, legacy kid, high-society vibes—and that was definitely a plot device to match the larger-than-life reputation they have on campus. Like, of course the group of rumoured demigod-style local legends would also be weirdly rich and cryptic and have a private chef named Claudius or something. But for Nico in particular, I wanted to amp it up, partly because Hades is canonically the god of wealth (not just death), and partly because it fit his specific brand of cold, distant, intimidating mystery. He’s not just rich, he’s untouchably rich. The kind of wealth that people don’t question because they assume it comes with power you shouldn’t question.

That said—I never wanted to glamorize that kind of obscene privilege. It’s beautiful in a dark, aesthetically pleasing way, sure. But it’s also isolating, suffocating, and a huge source of emotional disconnection for Nico. That’s where Will comes in. He’s from a totally different world, and I really leaned into that contrast. His background is closer to what Taylor Swift sings about in “I Bet You Think About Me”—like, “you grew up in a silver spoon gated community / I grew up on a farm / no, it wasn’t a mansion.” That line? That’s Will. That’s his whole vibe. I’ve seen so many TikTok edits to that exact lyric and they perfectly capture the contrast between him and Nico, the way Will is constantly aware of the difference, even when no one else brings it up.

The angst block centered so much around this theme too—Will’s spirals were about shame, pride, internalized inferiority, and the weight of being on the outside looking in. It’s not just about money—it’s about power. About who gets to feel like they belong. About who can afford to make mistakes and still be forgiven. Will grew up having to hustle for everything, and the fact that Nico doesn’t even think about money because he’s never had to? That’s a chasm between them, even when they love each other.

I’m definitely going to be digging back into this in upcoming chapters—especially as Will continues to reckon with what it means to be loved by someone so far outside his world, and as Nico starts to confront the privileges he’s inherited and the cost of keeping that power intact. It’s one of the core themes of the fic: how wealth can shape people in ways they don’t even realize, and how intimacy—real, vulnerable intimacy—requires tearing down the walls that wealth and class so often build.

So yeah. I wanted this fic to be funny and romantic and chaotic, but I also wanted it to say something. And this theme in particular has been one of the most important ones to me from the very beginning.

And YES, music has been huge for me while writing this! I make playlists not just to vibe, but to help me get into the emotional headspace of a scene. Sometimes it’s specific lyrics that spark a moment, and other times it’s just the aura of a song. I’d honestly love to do a deep dive sometime and go through the playlist track by track with notes like “this lyric = Will’s entire crisis in chapter 12.” So if anyone ever wants that… please know I’d go feral doing it.

Anyway, thank you for asking!! I could talk about this forever and I’m so glad you’re enjoying the story!!

[lokisasylum]

LOL they're also trying to get ppl to finally drop "Who" for good & go back to streaming Dynamite again.

When Jimin would top Bran Reputation every single month they called it rigged/fraud, but did everything in their power so other members could top it and then try to make it look like "anyone" could do it and Jimin wasn't special. (Yet he's the only member that keeps charting consistently within the top5-top10 and hasn't dropped below that since he went into MS lol)

Jimin's "Fake Love" fancam was the most streamed fancam in all of kpop, along with that other fancam of him touching his shoulder and smiling during "Love Yourself" tour that was mass shared among locals/non-kpop fans and he would get tons of praise. Guess what armies did? They reported his fancams to take them down and mass viewed TK's to make it seem like "the locals" were crazy about them (when the only crazy ones are in that fandom).

Jimin gets praised by reactors for his talents in singing and dancing? Armies start throwing hate in the comment and inserting the other members; "but what about jhope", "what about kookie", "what about X,Y, Z?", "Shut up you bts hater!", "Stop being biased!", "I'm reporting your channel!"

If I hadn't been into BTS years ago and only just discovered Jimin during solo era I would've thought he was an actual solo artist and rival to BTS or that he quit the group to go solo and now competed against them.

You can delete the fancams, manipulate results, create fake achievements for others but you will never erase his impact.

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Kaiju Week in Review (March 3-9, 2024)

Shin Ultraman took an eternity to reach home video, but Godzilla Minus One will proceed as a more reasonable pace (by Japanese standards). Toho will release roughly one billion different editions on May 1, with Amazon- and Godzilla Store-exclusive physical bonuses both on offer. Godzilla Minus One/Minus Color is included with some of the pricier versions, or you can buy it as a standalone Blu-ray or DVD.

The black-and-white version of Shin Godzilla, SHIN GODZILLA:ORTHOchromatic, also hits Japanese home video on May 1. Like Minus Color, no 4K edition, just Blu-ray and DVD. A handful of new bonus features about ORTHOchromatic are included.

As is standard for Toho, none of these releases will be English-friendly. But given the films' popularity (and the lack of any legal way to watch Minus One since it left theaters), expect bootlegs to circulate at light speed.

Unsurprisingly, Godzilla Minus One cleaned up at the Japanese Academy Awards, with eight victories out of eleven nominations: Picture of the Year, Best Supporting Actress, Best Cinematography, Best Screenplay, Best Editing, Best Sound, Best Art Direction, and Best Lighting. That's one more than Shin Godzilla, and pretty much guarantees that the Toho Godzilla series will keep the prestige pictures coming. Strange times!

We'll see if Minus One can also capture Best Visual Effects at the American Academy Awards tonight. The Creator remains its biggest competition. The Gareth Edwards film is better-positioned by the usual metrics, with a second nomination for Best Sound and five wins at the Visual Effects Society Awards, but the enthusiasm gap for the films themselves may prove decisive. I'll be doing a much lengthier analysis during Wikizilla's Oscar stream tonight, which will start at about 6:00 PM ET, an hour before the ceremony begins.

Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire tickets may not be on sale yet, but Cinemark theaters have rolled out the above merch (much more efficiently than Target and Walmart have rolled out the toyline, if my local theater's any indication). I have a suspicion those plushies will be worth a mint a few years from now, small as they are; don't know about the other stuff. I bought the larger popcorn tin when I saw Dune: Part Two on Thursday. The promo image is deceptive, as the green area is transparent plastic and the Titan image is on the opposite wall of the tin, so that popcorn's either defying gravity or being held up by a hidden insert. There are Kong and Skar King variants as well, the latter revealing his height (318 feet). Poor Shimo; being the "secret" villain really narrows the amount of merch you get.

The other interesting GxK news this week (apart from the endless TV spot variants, which I'm not even trying to keep track of) is a collaboration with the American Red Cross, of all institutions. Donate blood, platelets, or AB Elite plasma from March 25 to April 7, get a free T-shirt. And for completion's sake, I'll mention the Roblox and Call of Duty cross-promos too.

Chibi Godzilla Raids Again, an unexpected delight last year, is getting a second season starting April 3. The official site revealed that Minilla is joining the cast, while those silhouettes to his right look like Titanosaurus (unjustly neglected in recent years), Gigan, and Gabara. Expect to follow the first season in being uploaded to the GODZILLA OFFICIAL by TOHO YouTube channel with English subtitles.

Here's another chance to watch Tsuburaya and Toei Animation's Kaiju Decode short, originally released in 2021. (It goes away at the end of the month, because every Japanese studio is apparently hellbent on making short films ephemeral, so download it now.) It's the basis for a recent mixed reality game for the Meta Quest 3 and Meta Quest Pro, hence its return to the spotlight.

UniVersus, a collectable card game predicated on pitting characters from various franchises against each other, is going all in on Godzilla after offering a couple of Minus One cards through highly convoluted means last year. They're releasing a couple of Godzilla Challenger Series (preconstructed decks) on June 21, one based around Godzilla and Mothra, the other around King Ghidorah and Rodan, with Mechagodzilla thrown into the mix for both. I've never played this game in my life, but the prospect of a shiny Godzilla card with James Stokoe art is sort of tempting.

[reliablejoukido]

Digi-memories, summer 2000 (feat. me crying more than once)

On Saturday, June 24, 2000, I was on vacation in the mountains with my family. I was 11 at the time. We were staying in a cabin with electricity and running water, but obviously no computers, phones, internet or cable. We had a tiny, black and white TV with rabbit ears that we brought with us, and it got like 3 local channels that would cut in and out. One of them was Fox! I knew the final two episodes of Digimon: Digimon Monsters were airing that day (Fox Kids waited a whole month to air them for some reason). And amazingly my sister and I were able to actually watch them! In black and white of course. And the reception did cut out for most of Apocalymon's famous pizza crust speech. But I got to see the finale with the full version of "Hey Digimon" and the trolley car and Mimi's hat, etc.

And I cried. A lot. I was (and still am) incredibly sensitive and prone to crying at the drop of a hat. We had only just started the week-long vacation when the episodes aired and (according to my parents), I was "annoying" all week because of how upset I was. I thought it was over forever. That I'd never get to see Digimon again. That my faves' story was over and they would never get to see their Digimon again. I remember grabbing my spiral notebook (which was at the time filled with Team Rocket fanfiction), and started writing letters to the Digidestined. I wish I still had them, tbh, because I'd love to know what I came up with for Joe, who I was not a fan of at the time. Probably most of the emotion went to Matt, who was my favorite character back then, and Izzy, who was my sister's.

Anyway, there was this stretch of time between June 24, 2000 and August 19, 2000, when the season 1 dub had finished airing and the 02 dub started airing. Apparently 02 began airing in Japan in April, 2000, so by the time the season 1 dub ended on Fox Kids, there were already a number of 02 episodes out in Japan (apparently 13 episodes to be exact).

That summer, I read a rumor on an English language Digimon message board claiming that the new season (02) was going to "completely cut out the characters of Matt, Sora, Mimi and Joe". Since I was 11 years old at the time, I took this at face value (though if you remove the word 'completely', the rumor is largely true).

I remember going into the basement of my house and crying my eyes out (again) for Matt, Sora, Mimi and Joe. I made up a rambling song that essentially eulogized them, and I sang it for hours in the basement with the lights off for some reason. I remember telling my parents about it and they had no idea what to do to console me. My sister was 6 years old, so who knows if that "news" affected her in any way. It's funny because at the time, I didn't even particularly like Sora, Mimi, or Joe. But I was still devastated by their "loss".

There's nothing else to the story, really. I think I was probably surprised when most of the older Digidestined did show up in the first handful of episodes of 02. I don't think 02 made me cry (or at least not as much). But after it was over, I wrote like 20 love letters to Davis and wrote some cringy self-insert fic. All of those I definitely do still have.

Does anyone else remember Digimon that summer (or whatever time it ended/aired for you)?

[elthadriel]

Codex Week Day 6: Sensitive Information

Co-written with @trudemaethien Summary: Rex is pretending that the Imperial Purge Trooper passing him highly sensitive data is Cody because he can. It is entirely coincidental, of course, that the particulars of how this clone fingers Rex remind him of the love of his life. Rating: E Tags: Identity Porn, Rebellion Era, Rebel Rex, Cody as Fulcrum, Undercover, Interrogation, Public Sex, Humiliation, Public Nudity, Anal Fingering, work-related fingering, Object Insertion, Mildly Dubious Consent, Purge Trooper Cody, cavity search misrepresented, Prostitution, Exhibitionism, Pining, Strip Search For @codex-week day 6: Undercover | Mistaken | Secret Identity

Rex fiddles with his lighter, smokestick dangling between his lips, smoke drifting up between the tall buildings and dissipating into the air. A woman walks past him without seeing him, the smokestick and the handful of doors leading to the backs of restaurants giving him an anonymity as foolproof as a shiny’s first deece. He could be any grubby cook or weary waiter taking their break.

It’s his third smoke. His contact is late.

He knows he has the coordinates correct, and he’s far too seasoned to give himself away by double checking. They’ll either come or they won’t.

They had better come. The Rebellion needs this intel. Rex isn’t privy to what it is, only that it’s too sensitive for the normal channels. Dodonna himself had impressed upon Rex the importance of not letting the datachip out of his sight for even a moment. They’d tapped Rex for this because he’s one of the few clone operatives they have left, experienced soldiers with a reputation for dependability.

Rex will burn one more smokestick and then he needs to get himself far away from here. If the spy has been caught, they’ll no doubt search for local accomplices next.

He inhales deeply, breathing fragrant smoke out through his nose.

Military boots hitting hard permacrete in rhythm is an unmistakable sound. Rex tenses up and then forces himself to relax. The marching inevitably heralds a squad. It’s not a large contingent, but unfortunately they’re all in black armor rather than white, their commander decorated with red kama and pauldron. Damned purge troopers.

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[comeonamericawakeup]

The collapse of local journalism has been “terrible for democracy,” said Zeeshan Aleem, and it’s even worse now that the void is being filled by partisan propaganda labeled as news. The 1,213 local daily newspapers left in the U.S. are now outnumbered by the estimated 1,260 sites that are partisan mouthpieces deceptively presented as independent news outlets. Most of these sites are published by conservative entrepreneur Brian Timpone’s company, Metric Media, under such “generic-sounding” names such as the Illinois Valley Times and North Pocono News.

They’re designed to look like conventional news outlets, but combine a bit of “quasi-journalistic newsgathering” with agenda-driven stories from political operatives and public relations firms lauding Republican public officials or local corporations. Some are even produced in Russia. Progressive organizations have gotten into the same game, though they are far outnumbered. Journalism, of course, is never 100 percent free of ideological influence. But most Americans do not have the digital media literacy to differentiate between faux news and news sites that strive for accuracy and fairness. The replacement of local news by propaganda is happening “at the worst possible moment for democracy.”

THE WEEK JUNE 28, 2024

Equally concerning is Sinclair Broadcasting.  Another source of politically conservative ideology inserted into local news network affiliates. Very insidious propaganda.  Look for it on your CBS channels.

[syrena-del-mar]

July 27....

July 27 has always been a day I struggled with. It's my birthday. Some years, I hate this day and other years, I forget about it, usually busy for some reason or other.

Today, I just feel sad.

If some of you follow me on Twitter or talk to me on Discord, you probably know my profile picture is of my sweet old dachshund, Samantha Jane.

Samantha Jane turned 17 years, 5 months and 10 days old today. As of 5:20 this morning, that will be the oldest that she will ever be. And of the 6,731 days she had on this earth, I was lucky enough to have spent the last 1,375 days with her. I know it's funny to say that I expected so many more years with her, especially at her age (insert the Derry Girls meme), but I have 3 other geriatric dogs and she was by far my strongest. I wanted more time with her.

But I'll never get that time with her again and I can never return to 20 hours ago when she was physically with me. So, instead, I'll tell her story to whoever wishes to read this because it's one hell of a life that she lived. I also find comfort that thoughts never disappear, even when they are harder to access, so even if just one other person reads this, maybe there she will live forever.

Samantha Jane arrived at the local pound back in 2007 with the rest of her litter, apparently with a tag that read the date of when they were born. The pound took one look at this litter that arrived and decided that, no, they must be Doberman puppies because of how big their paws and ears. Funnily enough, her first owner, an elderly lady who had just lost her husband, adopted Samantha Jane at 8 weeks thinking that she would grow up to be a Doberman. Spoiler alert... she never did.

But even so, she was so very loved. And from what I heard, Samantha Jane loved her first owner just as fiercely. But at four, Sammie lost her first owner. While I don't know, and probably never will, what Sammie's life was like in her first home, I was told that when her first owner passed away, she accompanied her the whole night, refusing food and water or even to go to the restroom, until her owner passed away peacefully.

From there, she immediately got adopted out to Mr. and Mrs. V, another elderly couple, who were friends of her first owner. If Sammie had been spoiled before, she was spoiled rotten by Mr. and Mrs. V, particularly by Mrs. V. They traveled everywhere together. From California to West Virginia and every state between, the three would go on spontaneous road trips across America. This is probably where Sammie got her love for car rides. And when they were unable to take her? She had a favorite college student who would babysit her and stay over at their home so that Sammie could watch her daily cartoons in the evening on her favorite reclining chair. Mrs. V would type up detailed notes detailing how many green beans Sammie would eat (frozen not steamed), what channels had her favorite shows, her favorite spot to sunbathe, and every other minute detail you can imagine.

Sammie loved Mrs. V immensely—she loved Mr. V as well—but Sammie has always been a girl's girl, and she loved Mrs. V. But time is gentle to nobody, and at the age of 10, Sammie lost one of her owners again. Like clockwork, she sensed something was wrong as Mrs. V was dying and stayed with her, but this time laying herself on Mrs. V's chest—as if wanting to feel her last heartbeat.

From then on, it was just Mr. V and Sammie at home and on those road trips for the next two years. They cared for each other and comforted one another until they couldn't. Sammie was never great at walking in a straight line without roaming, and in one of those times that she stopped to sniff the roses, she accidentally tripped and sent Mr. V flying. In the blink of an eye, Mr. V was taken by ambulance, and this time, there was no favorite college student to take care of her. So, she was placed in boarding for three weeks.

Sammie was not built for boarding and with two broken hips, Mr. V knew it wasn't feasible or good for Sammie to be under his care anymore. So, in the morning, he started asking all the nurses who worked in the assisted living community where he lived if anyone wanted a 12-year-old puppy. News spread, and like a game of telephone, I was told that there was a beagle up for adoption.

By this point, so many people knew that I was looking for a puppy to adopt. I had spent the whole year prior applying and getting rejected by shelters because I was always a step too late to submit my applications. What everyone didn't know was that 7 weeks prior, I had finally gotten the first place on the waiting list for a Maltese-Cocker Spaniel mix puppy, and on Oct. 28th, I had been told that I could pick her up on the 31st. But I grew up with a Samoyed and two big husky-german shepherds, so in my brain, the math of one small puppy + one medium elderly dog really just equals one whole dog. That makes sense, right?

So I did all my shopping, preparing for a tiny puppy and what I thought was supposed to be a beagle. Imagine my surprise, on October 31st, when I arrived to pick up Sammie at Mr. V's home and found myself with a miniature dachshund instead of a beagle. I was shocked, to say the least. But even in that surprise, Sammie came running to me, barking so I would place her in my car. And I mean barking. She barely even gave Mr. V time to provide me with everything he and his wife had bought her: numerous blankets with her name embroidered, her favorite cross-body carrier, all her comfiest beds, all the ties that Mrs. V had made her, and her 70-page medical history book. By the time Mr. V and I were done, Sammie had fallen asleep on the passenger seat without a care.

I like to say that I was tricked and treated that Halloween. She was not the beagle I expected to own, but she was the best friend I could ever have. After picking her up, we drove 4 hours to San Diego and picked up Luna Ivy, who would soon become Samantha Jane's little kid. But even then, during the first couple of weeks, Sammie struggled. She would be happy all day, but the night fell, and she mourned and cried that she wasn't with Mr. V. I would hug her, place her bed on my rocking chair, and do everything that I could to calm her down. But for two weeks straight, she cried every night because nothing worked.

But we all adjusted. It was the pandemic, but we were gifted that time together despite all the bad things. Still, in our little odd way, we became a family. Samantha became my little shadow. Back then, I was in my first semester of law school, and since we were having classes on Zoom, my two girls were always right there on my lap. Honestly, they probably understood civil procedure as much as I did (which is to say, wasn't a lot).

Sammie got to know me and my moods. Whenever I was stressed, she whined until I picked her up and watched TV with her. If Luna was being too much, she regulated. I would even argue that she did most of the training when it came to Luna. She taught Luna how to pee on a pad, let her feet get washed, bark at the doorbell, know when to chill, enjoy a good snooze, and her love for car rides. For never being with another dog in her life, she took to being a surrogate mom incredibly well.

Five years have passed since then. We've gone on several trips together to the beach, the snow, the desert, and across state lines in cars and RVs. Within that time, she got two more dachshund siblings she loved to yell at, a human nephew who would gently pet her back from the moment he could walk, and countless cuddles. She took as many sun rays as she could sneak in and loved to steal some of Luna's food when I wasn't paying attention. She would humor me and let me dress her up as much as I wanted though she would draw the line at shoes.

Now I have a closet filled with her clothes, her embroidered blankets, and her favorite beds, but no owner. Her collar and harness are still hanging up next to Luna's, Samuel Jackson's, and Serena June's, waiting for a walk that is never going to come. I have a cabinet full of her medications that I'll never have to give again. My hallway will never hear the clacks of her feet as she padded through again. And I will never be able to hold her close again.

To some, they might not understand the love of a dog, and they might just think of me as a crazy millennial who is too absorbed with their dogs instead of others. And maybe I am. But that's okay. Sammie was my family. She was there when I almost quit law school. She was there when I got sick. She was there for every single one of my birthdays. She understood. Sometimes a little too well.

And after seeing two of her owners die, she decided that today it was going to be her turn. At 5:20 A.M., Luna entered the room and snuggled beside her on their shared bed. Sammie, who had previously been looking out the door, shifted her head and placed it on Luna's back, getting comfortable for the last time. Seconds later, she would take her last breaths as she looked at her family. We were the last thing she saw in this world.

And just like that fateful October 31st five years ago, I know she will find her way back home this Dia de los Muertos, where her ofrenda will await her arrival so can be with us once more.

[britt-kageryuu]

I had this stuck in my head, because YouTube keeps recommending Artist Alley Artist videos to me, and I get curious about that. So enjoy.

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The Traffic Light Trio has arrived at the Convention Center adjacent Hotel, and grabbed their room keys to take their luggage up to the room.

Once in the room, and getting things organized, including checking the room for quality issues on Red Sons request, Mei takes out her phone to start recording a clip to post to her socials.

"Hey guys! We have arrived at [Insert Game Convention], were I am a Guest of Honor! I can't wait to see some of you guys here! And before anyone askes," Mei throws her arm around MKs shoulders Red Son is on MKs other side, "this is my art bestie MK and his Boyfriend Red Boy, their tabling at the Con. Check out their table in the Artist Alley!"

Mei stops the recording and sets it to upload, "So when do you guys have to set up your table?"

"We can go in at 13:00 and grab our badges at the same time." Red Son replies while looking over the schedule. MK looks over at said schedule Red Son pulled up.

"So we have until 6 to do setup, then we can grab some food right?" MK asks and got a nod and hum of confirmation in response.

-Time Skip-

The group got their badges, and got to the Table.

Red and MK are putting together the shop front, that was made to look like a Shrine with painted Mokey decals and a 'wooden' sign with MKs shop name on it.

Mei helps set up little shelves with some acrylic standies, and a little fake tree with acrylic Peach keychains.

Once the 'Shrine' is up Red Son just hands MK and Mei the other merch displays for them to figure out the layout, while he puts up the prices board, price tags, and the book of available prints that were to big to display.

Once MK was happy with the set up they closed the doors on the Shrine and headed to check out a local place that had "The Spiciest Dandan Noodles" to make another video for the "Fire Bull Demons' Spice Level" series on Meis' channel.

[manofmanymons]

imagine a digimon survive influencer/streamer au

I have a feeling Takuma and Saki would be great influencers as adults

would that really need to be an au I mean they are teenagers in 2020 XD

Minoru would have too much online presence. He has an action figure review channel. He posts pictures of himself with cool plants and freaky bugs and animals. He's a streamer. He makes comedy skits on <insert social media that's hip with the kids now>.

Saki lowkey being the Eiji Oji (twewy character) of their universe like she says a place is good and now everyone is going there.

What does Takuma do? Is he just like Hasan Piker (real person) or something lafdjakj

or idk if it was like full full au like the kemonogami thing never happened and they're just like people who meet first online through collabs and stuff

no idea how their different interests would lead them to each other but it'd be funny

well I mean obviously the kids from the same schools know each other and the literal siblings know each other but you know what I mea--

WAIT

I said siblings meaning Miu and Kaito at first but now I just

Professor Akiharu Minase somehow having an online presence and befriending everyone even in an au is so funny to me. Squad dad that everyone lovingly calls Gramps XD

What would that even make Miyuki would she like still be a kid and just be like an adopted daughter or something or would she just also be old lakfdja au with old lady Miyuki XD

Kaito is just Miu's overly aggressive mod that everyone has interacted with, but no one knows what he looks or sounds like. He simply An Entity to them for the longest time before they all start getting closer.

Kinda love the idea of some of them interacting irl without knowing it's the others because not all of them use their real faces and names. Like Shuuji and Aoi being friends online but also going to the same high school (randomly inserting personal hc that Aoi would go to Shuuji's high school after junior high since they're both honor students lmao) and maybe even being in a club together and just NOT connecting the dots. God them talking about each other TO each other would be hysterical.

What would they even do? Study tip instagram? Baking tutorial youtube channel? Cursed ASMR channel? Booktok????Are they both secretly gamers outside of school?

Or Minoru dragging Takuma to this weird middle of nowhere town that he heard about with a cool shrine that he wants to check out for a video. Just,,,them running into Miu and Kaito ("hey you're locals, right? Could you show us where the shrine is?") and the siblings recognize them bc they do totally post pics of themselves but they do not recognize the siblings whose faces they've never seen. Just casually being impromptu tour guides to the online besties and being too awkward to admit they know them.

Ryo somehow always ends up at the grocery store or the post office or doctor or whatever at the exact same time as Saki or Minoru and eventually they start to recognize him NOT as the guy they play <insert online multiplayer game that is hip with the kids these days. is it still fortnite? do the kids play league anymore? maple story?????> with but as the guy who keeps staring at them like he's seen a ghost when they're at the grocery store or the post office or doctor or whatever.

It'll be so funny when they eventually all finally arrange to meet in person. A lot of "ooooooh" and "YOU?!?!?!"