#mega sweaty in CC

[the-sycophant]

Hello Miss Marlowe! How are you? Sorry to message you a day late, but I wanted to say it was fun to fight along side you in PVP yesterday! (I was the red BRD that was trying to back you another person up when you were in the thick of the enemy team but I think I got the both if you killed ;-;) Hope you're doing well and I look forward to running into you again eventually! o/

Thank you!

I did recognize you and I appreciate you saying hello! Though I did take too long to make sure you weren't talking to a different Marlowe for some reason /sweat And not to worry, my RDM in FL is just asking for it...though I can be slippery prey, it's no one's fault but my own I'm sure. You'd think all the zantetsuken or marksman's spite I eat would humble me...but no. My playstyle is much like that of Marlowe -- just the hint of blood and I am literally shaking.

[thespoonisvictory]

fb is straight up just more tiring for me tbh so I’ve never been able to really get INTO them. like I can only handle so much before I get exhausted by it and have to dip out, it’s just a Lot to handle mentally and tbh auditorially too, those bitches can be Loud. I usually tend to prefer non 5/5 streams of them for that reason tbh. Like… 3/5 is my ideal. too much Sweaty Frat Boy Energy otherwise. not that they’re not friends or anything, it’s just… preference yknow?

sbi I prefer bc it’s a lot more sarcastic but like… toned down? again idk how to explain it I just vibe w it better bc it doesn’t make me Tired to watch them go sometimes they just be sayin words together n chilling while with fb it’s like a Thing when they’re together and it’s all hype and yelling all the time and like !! can we please take a breather sirs /hj

…now that I’m thinking critically on the topic I think it’s bc fb doesn’t have a real like… straight man to play off comedically. like they’re All the goofers but never the straight man so it’s just a constant up up up. Maybe sapnap or dream plays it sometimes, but really I can’t think of any of them that do it enough that I Think of them as playing straight man. And I get it totally, I have friend groups like that! and playing straight man usually means you don’t Get to have those big comedic moments (which is an extra bummer when you’re trying to specifically entertain) but without it there’s no balance.

maybe it’s like a result of their competitiveness with one another?? Gotta always be the Mega Funny one, so no one wants to bite the bullet and be the grounded one bc it’s the less funny role.

with sbi (imo), they can all be a little more flexible and play straight man with one another (though I’d say phil is probably the most dedicated to the role, with techno in second and wil in third) and it helps de-escalate the audience so they don’t get burned out so quick. idk! just my two sense I suppose

me, two seconds ago: no more asks we are practicing self care on this hell site

me, getting an in-depth ask abt cc group dynamics and what makes a funny streamer: well that was a lie

the straight man in comedy is so fucking important, especially in a nonprofessional setting. like in community with jeff, or in gilmore girls rory and lorelai are often the straight men to the wacky town residents. in new girl, they all take turns, which helps serve characterization as they are the 'normal one' in different situations.

I mean- look at wilbur and phil, and how often the bit is "wilbur is being quirky, phil is laughing and calling him silly!" it's effective and endearing to both parties: it brings a grounding element to wilbur's streams and livens up phils.

with sbi, it's usually like this (straight man is bolded)

wilbur and tommy

wilbur and phil

wilbur and techno (they alternate)

tommy and techno

tommy and phil

phil and techno

in a group, they usually take turns, like you said. as a result, the duos are uniquely enjoyable and balanced. they won't exhaust you, lmao, and it allows for everyone to get their chance in the spotlight and be comedic. it's what makes them so good, imo, and what the basis is for their content.

because they're all experienced ccs, they know when to back down, stay quiet and let others talk. not only that, but phil and techno being naturally quieter (and introverts?) compliments wilbur and tommy being louder and taking up more of the conversation. it just works like a well oiled machine, built on the basis of genuine friendship

fb never really got the chance to quite figure out that sophistication when it comes to content (not irl), and it means a ton of overlap and yelling to the point that some people find it overwhelming

[koi-sims]

Do Sim Evil Better.

I’d been knockin’ this idea around for a long time, and after collecting (or making, in the case of the CAS background) all the right cc, I decided to do something fun and unrelated to my stories and make the most handsome, most ingenious, and most evil man to ever exist in a narrative, Corin Deeth III (who actually named the Corin in my current storyline - Corin with two “r”. #bigFan).

Reader, you may or may not be familiar with the story of Kakos Industries and if you aren’t you truly are missing out. It is the best podcast I’ve listened to since The NoSleep Podcast, and to be honest...I think it actually one-ups my beloved NoSleep. It is a very fun and witty podcast with some great humor, greater hijinks, and can I just mention how alluring Corin’s voice is? Just sayin’. The storyline is awesome, too...so many great characters. I want to make Jr. and Malantha next~ I’ll leave some links at the bottom of the post for those who may be interested. Anyway, without further ado, let’s meet the man of the hour, shall we?

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Well hello, Corin~.... Now, I may have missed the mark, but I always envisioned Corin having short, trendy hair that still embodied professionalism and and air of slight douchery. I have seen a lot of fanart where Corin has long hair and perhaps that is canonically true. If so, I apologize Corin, please do not send me a pair of exploding sneakers. I may have missed his eye color too, but I went with a very piercing blue-green because that’s just my personal taste and light eyes with dark hair is so badass.

Corin’s traits came pretty natural - evil, confident, and I picked hot-headed because it would best help his in-game aspiration (Criminal Mastermind) moreso than him being hot-headed in the canon. He is actually always as cool as a cucumber. I admire that.

And a little in-game blurb for him because why not? Am a ridiculously enamored fangirl? Maybe. (I spelled his name wrong up top, but I fixed it AFTER I took that and the next cap - whoops)

And just for fun, this personality notice about Corin popped up when I went in to do his photoshoot. I just love it and the look on Corin’s face at the time - Ah, the taste of accuracy.

Now, on to the main event. I’ve always wondered what Corin’s sense of fashion was like, and now having listened to 99% of the podcast (it was so fun to catch up, I’m pretty much stalling on finishing what’s out now because waiting for the next is gonna hurt so bad) I’ve gotten too curious and decided to raid his wardrobe. What’s in there, I wonder??? Let’s find out.

Everyday Wear

Oh of COURSE Corin looks dark and dapper in a suit for everyday. Look at that little splash of color! I bet you used the blood of insubordinate employees to make that tie custom, didn’t you? Magnificent. What else do you slip into on the daily? Maybe when you’re home relaxi-

Oh. Um. Well...You do wear a cowboy hat very well, Corin! I mean...they match the boots and everything! I...I’m sure there are a lot of experimental abominations to wrangle around the office so why not dress the part? Not gonna lie, that shirt looks breezy and comfortable as hell. Maybe take a trip to the mountains with King Leopold sometime? (I...I know what happened in the story, and I refuse to let it go. #OTP.)

Formal Wear

Ah. The natural snazz comes out around the time of the Shareholder’s Ball and the CEO Festival, doesn’t it? You didn’t strike me as the bowtie type of evil CEO but I’ll be damned if it doesn’t look amazing on you. I see you’ve forgone your gloves for formal wear. Hard to eat the deviled eggs and tiny cheeses in those, non?

...This must be the suit you wear to the CEO Festival. That’s really the only explanation as to why it always turns out to be...what it usually becomes. I am going to assume that this suit belonged to Mr. Corin Deeth I and you wear it in his honor. I sure he is looking down on you, pleased but also wondering why you haven’t indulged in what is (still) in the right-side inner pocket.

Athletic Wear

You cannot be a successful CEO of an evil megacorp if you let yourself go. Hence why you slip into nothing but basketball shorts for a long, strenuous...sweaty...satisfying...workout. Between culling unnecessary employees and flawlessly delivering the shareholder announcements, you’re deadlifting 400lbs and making 1st in marathons, aren’t you? Of course you are.

And then there’s jazzercise. Cardio IS important and I mean...just running can be a bit tedious, yeah? You’re so well-rounded, Corin, golly. Honestly, I’m not at all mad at your fashion choice for this one. You don’t have to hide it, we are all friends here. The 80′s were a great time and I am happy you’re keeping the impeccable athletics fashion alive.

Sleepwear

Even mega evil mega CEOs need rest from time to time and nothing beats resting out topless and in trackpants. I see you are wearing ADIDAS, the most evil of brands. Not much else I can say. I am too busy admiring what jazzercise has done for you.

Uh oh. It must be one of those days. Malantha has flustered you again, Dirk is texting for more life advice, and Jr. is sending way too many...um...”special photos” to prove his is thinking hard on how to best contribute to the company. Good thing Brosephus is totally awake at 2am and ready to video chat about all of this. It’s SOOOO LAAAAAAME, right?!

Party Wear

Rollin’ up to the New Year’s Festival feels good, especially when you look this mighty fine. Nothing like finally getting past Yule and Anti-Celebrating by finally cutting loose again and making those ultra evil resolutions. Again with the gloves, I see. Well, I guess better safe than sorry. There’s no tell who’ll feel your wrath after four Blue Motorcycles.

Hm. This is quite the uh...departure, Corin. I mean, nothing ever looks bad on you but where on Earth would you even wear this to? Where would it even work??? ...Oh, right! The Festival of Adorableness! Awkward or not, you’ve made it work. I’m willing to bet the Division of Subversive Cute helped out with this ensemble. Kudos to them! I’m sure burning it afterwards was incredibly satisfying for you.

Swimwear

Why are you looking so bedeviled, Corin? How, when you look that prepared for a pool party, can you possibly be in such a foul mood? Oh...oh wait. Malantha has hidden your sunblock, hasn’t she? Goshdarnit! How can you possibly be evil without being as pale as your skin tone will allow?! That Malantha...she truly is evil, isn’t she?

Welp. I guess if you’re going to get a tan, might as well hit every spot you can. Suck on that, Malantha! (....) Also, breaking out the zebra print speedo wasn’t the worst idea you’ve ever had, and I both applaud, and ready my binoculars for, you choice of white swimwear. No booty shot? Ugh. Fair enough...gotta leave something to the imagination, I guess. #disappointmentOverdose

Warm Weather Wear

This is the look of a man about to take off on his mega evil yacht and never look back. That shirt, unbuttoned down to where it is suggestive but not desperate, those shorts, defining the thighs while still looking professional, those boat shoes that scream class and bless you for not wearing socks with them. There is a thin line between evil and insane and you ride it perfectly.

Apparently, even evil knows it wouldn’t be summer without an obnoxiously bright Hawaiian shirt. Ain’t even mad. Oooh, and white pinstripe pants....why yes, dear, they do make you look taller and thinner! I can almost hear you now, as you swagger out the front doors, “I’m off to the Maldives, screw y’all! Also, if a single brick is out of place when I get back, I’ll kill you.” You tell ‘em, Corin.

Cold Weather Wear

Brrrrrr. Generally, evil is always cold, dark, and hateful but sometimes even the weather puts up a good fight. Stylish as ever, you have broken out a very elegant scarf and jacket, expertly layered as to properly insulate all of the darkness within. No hat, though? Of course not. Evil does not get that chilly.

Corin: “What you mean I didn’t win the Ugly Sweater Contest?!”

RUN.

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And that concludes are journey through Corin’s wardrobe! This really was a lot of fun to do, and I’d be ever so pleased if the fine people who bring the @kakosindustries universe alive enjoy it too! I’ve also redecorated Corin’s in-game home (the Alto Apartment’s unit that was formally Lobo’s #sorrynotsorry) and I would like to share that one day too, if I get around to doing the photo tour. I will share some links below to a few relevant sites for anyone whose interested in Corin and the Kakos Industries story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Cheers!

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WCIF: Kakos Industries

Kakos Industries Home - where it’s all laid out

Kakos Industries on Tumblr - contains information about episode releases, fan-created content, and other candid goodies

Kakos Industries on TVTropes - [SPOILERS] a nice place to gather info about the series and related tropes therein

And of course you can find Kakos Industries on Facebook, Twitter, and any podcast service worth it’s salt.

[settingsummer]

risk.

he is dying. you have killed him. and they know it. he is dying. he is buuuuuurning..

Solstice’s voice is singing soulfully into her ear—a pleasant alto—as a sleep-deprived Summer quickly strips off her sweaty shirt and bra and sweeps a section of the laboratory counter clean of old papers and materials. She sits up on it and begins slapping several nodes and readers on her chest and back, hooked to a monitor. “Computer, monitor vitals for the duration of the experiment. Administ—”

“User Babygirl has not been given access to tier-three medical monitoring.”

babygirl, babygirl, babygirl… up in smoke, there goes your padre, there goes your wolf.

“Override!”

“Babygirl has not been given clearance by the administrator to override user controls.”

isn’t that poetic? 

Bare-breasted and furious and hooked to a machine by a dozen different wires, Summer jerks herself off the counter and glares up at the ceiling, as though that is the place where the house’s near-sentient technological assistant actually lives. “Computer,” she barks. “I am the rightful HEIRESS of the man who created you, me, this laboratory, and everything in this house.” Summer grits her teeth. “This. Is. My. Home. I AM the administrator here.”

“Command requires input of admin password for user Mega Sanchez.”

you are not a who. you are a what.

Summer clenches her fists and closes her eyes. Solstice chirps softly in her ear:

babygirl… babygirl… babygirl…

She hesitates. The code does not live inside her. It cannot come from a memory—she has so few of them, did not even know the man’s name until the computer spoke it just now. But she opens her mouth, exhales, and it is there. “C-computer, input admin p-password 5 - N - 1 - P - 3 - R - Z for user override control?” She it blurts out in a shaky, uncertain voice, then waits, holding her breath.

“Admin status granted to Babygirl.”

Her first command is icy and deadly in its severity: “Computer, recalibrate this user’s identity to Summer. Indefinitely.”

“Identity recalibrated, Summer.”

Summer hops back up onto the counter, sterilizing her hands and arms and starting an IV on herself quickly. Every minute counts, now. “Computer, monitor vitals for the duration of the experiment. Deactivate intravenous administration of experimental dose and administer 0.5 cc’s epinephrine under a threshold of 60 systolic and 30 diastolic. Apply 5000 volts immediately in the absence of a pulse.” Summer checks the pads on her chest and their wires, and flutters her fingers over each machine and dose as she says it aloud in a firm, commanding voice.

“Acknowledged, Summer.”

She throws a bag of saline onto the pole and runs as much of it into her veins as her patience will allow before preparing a syringe containing the soft pink liquid she’d created.

he will burn either way.

Summer examines the milky cocktail as it swims in the syringe, and flicks it a few times with her finger, watching the bubbles rise thoughtfully.

“But he will not burn alone.”

She takes a breath and injects the syringe into the port, watching the pink chemical disappear into the IV line before putting a red scarf between her teeth, laying back, and closing her eyes. Over the next five minutes, Little Red Riding Hood’s tired, mortal body jerks, clenches, struggles, fights, writhes, sweats… 

…remembers…

…remembers more…

…and more…

…remembers everything…

…weeps…

…screams…

…and survives.

Solstice falls quiet.

@rickfulneeds

[gulescamisade]

Mega Texas:  Day 4

EQUIUS: -He's still tinkering with the car, he's fashioned solar panels to it. Time to test it. He cranks the ignition. Holy shit it works. Equius just made a hybrid-

NEPETA: =On his back, nibbling his ear maybe=

NEPETA: :33 < does that mean we can leave buttstick nowhere? :00

EQUIUS: D --> Hopefoaly

NEPETA: :33 < i hope so i'm getting a little tired of bugs and weird horses fur dinner

EQUIUS: D --> You did not slaughter a cow -Also, Equius is starving. There's been no vegetation and milk is a bad choice in the heat-

NEPETA: :33 < of purrse not it was a weird horse =She only has jerky but she probably tried to bring him grass.....dry grass... :cc =

NEPETA: :33 < i can still try to furrrage ahead! i'm good at that!

EQUIUS: D --> We should stay together

DIRK: -nods in approval at equius' work. good job, team.- I've still got some snacks in my sylladex. Should last us until we find some real food again. Hopefully. -offers equius doritos?-

NEPETA: :33 < blargh is there any way to s33 if we're close to anything here? i'm purrrrrretty sure i can find something

EQUIUS: -Politely declines Doritos-

NEPETA: =WATCHING THIS LOUDLY=

NEPETA: :33 < mew n33d to eeeeeaaaaaaaaaattttttttttttt

EQUIUS: D --> I'm fine Nepeta

NEPETA: :33 < no purr not you're stinky and sweaty and mew havent eaten in furrty sw33ps!!

NEPETA: :33 < i will go furrage mew cant stop me when purr all weakly and tired and hungry!

DIRK: -shrugs- More doritos for Sollux, I guess. That's all he'll eat anyway. -pockets-

EQUIUS: D --> I appreciate that, but we need to get this other vehicle working and move. We will have limited power when the sun goes down and we need to capitalize on it

NEPETA: =crawls down him, grumbling all the way and goes to crawl under the truck he's working on=

EQUIUS: -Gets this other vehicle up and running too-

DIRK: -yes he also had a hand in this-

EQUIUS: -You're a valued member of this team-

EQUIUS: D --> Shall we get moving again

DIRK: -rubs hands together- Lets do it.

NEPETA: =zzzzzzz under the car=

EQUIUS: D --> Let's go Nepeta

NEPETA: =STRETCHES then crawls up to get on his face=

EQUIUS: -Sighs and puts her on his shoulder-

NEPETA: =But his face needs her=

EQUIUS: -ON THE ROAD AGAIN-

DIRK: -LATER after looking at the bulletin board, he nudges at sollux in the passenger's seat- Hey. You.

DIRK: Or I guess anybody here. -keeps nudging sollux anyway-

DIRK: Grooble today's episode of Guy's Big Bite.

ARADIA: :D

SOLLUX: -grumbles- why???

SOLLUX: s0unds stupid.

DIRK: Just do it.

SOLLUX: -GRUMBLES MORE... but pulls out his device.- IRIS gr00ble guy's big bite latest epis0de.

IRIS: Here are the results for Guys Big Bite Gayest Episode.

SOLLUX: THAT'S N0T WHAT I SAID.

DIRK: ... -wheeze-

DIRK: But it was what you were thinking.

SOLLUX: N0.

SOLLUX: -huffs- IRIS. GR00BLE GUY'S BIG BITE. LATEST. EPIS0DE.

DIRK: -I just love you so much-

IRIS: I'm sorry. I didn't catch that.

SOLLUX: fuck this s0meb0dy else d0 it.

DIRK: Incredible.

DIRK: -leans over a little- IRIS, grooble Guy's Big Bite latest episode.

IRIS: Here are the results for Guy's Big Bite latest episode.

SOLLUX: -THROWS UP HANDS-

DIRK: -snorts, then listens to the video as it plays, showing todays events from new york. he can't really see though so someone has to tell him their friends were ALMOST EATEN ON LIVE TV-

SOLLUX: -he can't see either.... smells like vaguely familiar blobs and voices tho-

ARADIA: -she can't be the one to tell you either because that would REALLY fuck things up-

DIRK: -DO IT ANYWAY?-

DIRK: What I can take from this is that Guy Fieri tried to cook people on live televis—

DIRK: ... Oh.

DIRK: -nearly drives them off the road for a second- Fuck!

EQUIUS: D --> What is Dirk doing

DIRK: -he has to pull off to the side so he can keep trying to message jake- Fuck. Come on.

DIRK: -removes shades in frustration. he should be relieved he at least knows something now, but he's more worried then ever.-

DIRK: -AND NOW IT'S EVEN WORSE. just dies by himself I guess.-

DIRK: -head in hands after reading that last message because of course he can't not sneak a peek at that ping.-

EQUIUS: -pulls over-

EQUIUS: D --> Dirk talk to me about your plan

DIRK: I don't-- DIRK: Just give me a fucking second, alright?

ARADIA: -from the back seat, she just...gently puts a hand on his shoulder-

DIRK: Whatever. -wipes at his eyes and starts up the car again.- We just keep driving. -goes back to doing that-

EQUIUS: D --> You need to speak to us. What is the matter -Driving after him-

DIRK: Just read the bulletin board. -and that's all he has to say about that. he knows it's not in good form for a captain, but fuck that right now frankly.-

ARADIA: -he knows- its okay to be upset

ARADIA: this is way more normal than you think it is

DIRK: -it's gonna get hard to drive with watery eyes. avoids looking at her in the rearview mirror. at least there's only the one car on the road with them.-

ARADIA: -she's still going to be there and not going to take her arm off his shoulder unless he asks her to or moves it himself. she knows how it is to feel alone-