#droning

[dapperblueberrieser]

Jucika with the based TF???

Ok but fr though turning into abstract art is a fucking amazing tf mood and idea! Like imagine being in a museum event that is showcasing Picasso's paintings, and you just get so enamoured by the art your body starts to distort and abstract into basic, colorful shapes and pieces, being a mix of sharp and curvy shapes without a care or mind in the world? Like, abstract droning...abstractification? Idk but on god I want that too happen to me honestly :3

[nictelsm]

OH MY GOD I MADE ANOTHER DISCOVERY TODAY

I accidentally found the origin of the "creepy music" that you sometimes hear in Homestar Runner toons like when Homsar dies or when Mr. Blangcaster is onscreen (which only happens one time in sbemail #202). You ever hear the "Chorus" preset on an early 90s Yamaha PSS keyboard? Well, if you press the C2 key, you can get the same sound as that ominous droning noise.

[inniave]

totally blanked on posting this lol but my song came out on streaming a few days ago! if you like ambient drones maybe check it out?

[puzzles-pieces]

Things have changed with him that is all we need to know.

-⬛️

No, no, Drone... whichever one you are. Don't give me all of that! What is it that you know? What aren't you sharing?

[my-whai-whai-blog]

(Wip) horror story chapter 1

so I'm adding the intro this one time, because i edited a little bit to it. it is still in a work in progress so any critique is welcome or just comments in general enjoy :)

Intro

Droning heat.. That’s what the fake cheery national news said was forecasted this summer, any other time I would have welcomed this weather with an ice pop or blasting an electric fan. But this summer it would be what brought me to a further abyss than the one i thought i was on the edge of.

In the middle of a mild early summer climate forested lake area away from any civilization aside from a well worn two-laned road. That connects to a less traveled dusty graveled road out to this nestled lakeside community center for recovery and relief. A lone encrusting suv rolls down the gravel road at an even pace under the speed limit to not tear up the road and leave a giant cloud of dust and rocks. Passing lapping carpets of leaves and with trees as quick passing thoughts in the cracked rear-view mirror 

In the mid sized well used vehicle. A well trimmed man is in the driving seat thumb drumming on the steering wheel in an off beat pattern. His hair in very manicured fashion is a 1920's era hairstyle, slick with the scent of Aqua Velva or perhaps Vitalis wafting from him like an aura. And a thick mustache that you would think he took inspiration from the macho men of the past to show his authority. he drums away and slightly corrects the vehicle to the right side of the road when he sees a slight road block in the way and takes a mental note to the maintenance crew to come by, changing to a different tune or pattern when he felt like it or couldn’t remember the rest of the song he is following in his head. 

Crossing the last bend in the road to the last stretch towards the compound of buildings, known as Remit Reservoir recovery center. “Rest your rocks at the Remit Reservoir!” The man hums to himself as he finishes his drum routine, him noticing too late as a giant hulking mass collides into the side of his suv. Like a male moose in full stampede and rolls over with a deep crunch to the top of the car. then crashes into the opposite side of the road with a giant roaring wet thud to the thick covered forest floor near the compound’s walls. After getting his head to stop rattling like a timber rattlesnake. He steps out to inspect the damage and if what hit him is still in the immediate area.

A bus heaving on what felt like its last breaths, transporting multiple walks of lives. Most of the riders on the dying beater bus have shed their top shirts and or took to using their pamphlets as makeshift fans to get away from the muggy heat of the bus cabin. Because of course the bus that is on its last axle out of the grave has a busted a/c that has not been functioning since the end of the gulf war and the windows are jammed with two inch thick tree sap. The group of boiling and poised to get out twenty to thirty somethings looked on through the dusty windshield to see cold gray cement and sun washed colorful tiles take up their vision instead of the endless summer hazed cast forest floor and full tree capped canopy they have been watching to pass the time through the old and cracking windows to their home away from home for what they hope is just the summer.

The bus comes to a wheezing and skipping stop in the mid way point of the loop driveway. The sun scraping at the opaque shadows casting from the entrance canopy that barely quaffs the roof of the bus. Groans and sighs of great relief fill the old creaking oven death trap on flattening tyres; scrounging of personal belongings and last minute snack purchases from the second to last resting point. The occupants file out at random due to what they stowed on board the cabin. Some brought what could only be described as their whole wardrobe and their kitchen sink; some just bringing what was actually needed on their carry-on portion of luggage for this trip and step out to wait for the rest of it in the full muggy heat by the rusted underbelly storage; and few step out quick as they can with a carry-on filled bare essentials and cruise under the canopy to get some form of relief as they wait for the rest to disembark. 

Chapter one 

I got off that death trap as fast as my aching drenched body could let me. Felt like I was moving through a thick swap while made of pure sludge and sticks. Thankfully I didn't bring much for this, the only good advice my grandpa gave me was, “pack light and you will be alright”. Old man was a rolling stone for a reason, and the family couldn't get him to settle down for long. Made me wonder why this pack rat that’s still in that rusty relic is here on this trip. Or any of these people. My only judgment is we all have our baggage to work on here. 

After coming to that judgment I look around at the scenery of the center. Feels like a midday liminal space with how quiet and well maintained this entrance is. Like someone or something is waiting just around the corner you perceive. Didn’t help with the heat and  the jittering chorus of bugs wafting loud buzzing over the foreign to me bird calls. I circle my view to the left side corner of the entrance wall, I feel the presence of being watched from right there. But all there is this streaking stain of what could be described as a concoction of healthy and dying moss and multiple molds. Mixed and merged in areas along the stained to make something only a highly educated biologist could probably understand. 

I grit my teeth and gut to help begin my first slow step to investigate this stain. As soon as my foot makes outstretched contact with boiling sunbaked asphalt, I feel a strong tug back and the smell of foul old care products my loose grandpa would use; and just as much if not more. A man with a full forearm taller than me and a stone heavier as well, whipped me around a towel in the wind. “Hey, I don't need to be losing one of my little sheep to the wonders of this place just yet. We still have orientation and room assignment”. He says with that same fake cheery tone I heard with the newscasters this morning, but with a low growl to show some authority over me. Then came back to the same cheery tone to list off what needed to be done first. I had no time or power to register any resistance to his control to set me back to the herd of lost sheep.

I tried to put it off as fatigue from the long drive out this peculiar complex of rest. As I follow behind the atypical shepherd of this group, I glance back to the strange stain to see a clean up crew hard at work cleaning or prepping to clean it.

[fooloftheunknownworld]

This is what happens when I use a game's soundeffects to make music. Custom Ignite OST.

[gardedrone]

(so, I got a gift art, and wanted to make a blog for it, so here we are! ^^ the original art was just a foxy colored Mega Gardevoir Libredrone, and I added the tail because big bwoompy is fun~ anyways, over on DA (here) I wrote a story for how I got droned~ anyways, this is an ask/rp blog for Libredroned me~ and yes, I am planning on adding fox ears, I just haven’t gotten to it yet :P anyways, please send asks lol I really want to rp w/ this account)

[sharnefarn]

It’s been a while. I hope you’re all well out there.

[stardust-bridges]

Club Furies Premiere: iBOT - Droning [TMM Recordings]

TMM Recordings was founded in 2006 and is a highly regarded record label known for its notable contributions to the techno music industry, with a prominent force in the techno music world, thanks to its unwavering commitment to quality and its ability to spot and nurture talent. Led by Vegim and Flekitza, the label is known for its futuristic, bright, and forward-thinking techno music, and its…

[dapperblueberrieser]

Ngl have been in a drone mood for quite a bit, but ngl I wanna become a drone but not become, you know, mind controlled.

I know that defeats the whole purpose, but I think it’d still be fun to become a drone! Getting latex poured on you, attaching and fusion itself to your body, giving you a cool visor with LED eyes, the gas mask type headset, and of course the possibility of becoming a new species!

Give me that! But also no mind control, unless the hivemind has some merging going on.

[karlrincon]

Happy New Year 2024 from Korea.

Year of the 🐲🐉!

[celestiachan]

i love a character who can't stop dying. bitch you JUST got better what do you MEAN you died again. that's the fifth time this week

If this post stays at the top of the ghost trick and ava and henry stickmin and boxboy tags without a single person being convinced to play boxboy I will become the joker

[vgadvisor]

[ihateadulthood]

[loopy-lupe]

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