#old microphone stim

[aestheticsoftheinternet]

Alastor Stimboard

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[bloomics]

The Narrator (the stanley parable) for @thesillyparablesystem

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

[47-protons]

i on god adore the prox chat mod so much that shit SLAPS

[codecicle]

Hiii for no particular reason in particular. Particularly. I was wondering if u had any other codeflippa hcs as u r the #1 codeflippa fan

HELLO HI YES HELLO IS THIS THING ON?? [tapping on microphone] HELLOOOOOO oh im yelling okay sorry sorry,,, sweet yeagh I've always got a few!!

codeflippa doesn't really communicate through normal talking, the same way juanaflippa was selectively mute and mainly communicates through a notebook (that mariana made with her. mariana and flippa went out to kill some cows for leather and on their trip over to foolish's house they stole some sugar cane to make paper and mariana binded it all together with a custom made pen and patches on the front just for flippa. it now sits in front of her grave/statue at mariana's house) codeflippa communicates through tts or typing. she tried to communicate through a notebook charlie gave her when she first showed up at the house, but she struggled because the code on her arms would glitch and make her shake too much to write legibly so charlie hacked his communicator (the qsmp global chat LMAO) and instead of her sending messages to the server, she could type her words and have them read outloud to whoever needs to hear it. she can talk, but just prefers not to for comfort.

juanaflippa also could talk but preferred not to for the same reasons, but she used to make dragon noises as a stim whenever she was happy ^_^ she chirped and purred and clicked whenever she wanted. most of the time it was really really quiet, her main stims being completely silent. she made tons of noise, but it was all relatively quiter. codeflippa does these same stims, but the code has really obviously spread to her tongue and she beeps and makes janky, loud dial-up noises and twitches as stims much more than juanaflippa. codeflippa's chirps sound corrupted, nearly like she's in pain. Charlie used to mimic flippas stim noises (kinda like how you try to perfectly match the way a cat meows at you) and once codeflippa came around it became much more difficult to do accurately. he tried to convince himself once the code spread up to his tongue that the reason his voice sounded corrupted was because he's finally gotten so good at mimicking codeflippa's stims, but he was always confused if it hurt this much for her or if his vocal chords just weren't used to it. he chalked it up to him not being used to it yet, and as the code infection got worse through his whole body the pain went away! instead of sharp pain, it was just pins and needles whenever he mimicked the way she sounded ^_^

i also think juanaflippa's original clothes were made by charlie at first, but when mariana was taking care of her he would rip apart his own clothes that he grew out of and dye the fabrics new colors and sew them back together for juanaflippa. she had sensory issues with the way most of the free federation clothes fit and felt on her scales and skin, AND she needed to have a custom hole in the skirts for her tail, so mariana would sew his old worn down (and very very comfortable/comforting to flippa) clothes into new skirts or shirts for her. after flippa died, charlie wanted that bonding experience and criticized mariana for never teaching him so he could help. roier set both of them up so mariana was able to teach charlie and charlie hated it the whole time, but it meant he was able to see his bitch (pretty) fucking wife for a bit longer to take away the pain of their isolation after flippas death. charlie never thought he would need that skill ever again, until codeflippa showed up and needed custom made clothes because her tail didn't work with most skirts, and her code gave her intense sensory issues with most pants and shirts charlie stole from the federation for her. he ripped up his fabrics and dyed them to makes skirts for her, and just like flippa she wanted to wear one of his oversized "so yeah, I'm a gamer" shirts for comfort instead of her own. charlie could never say no to her, so instead of making her a custom one just for her, he found his favorite of those shirts (he has like 20 like a cartoon character LMAOOO) and gave it to her after he had painted over the hearts on the shirt so they had pieces of code on them (he did the same to all the shirts so they would match and she wouldn't feel alone)

[reviviscencegruiform]

//Hey, hi, hello.

My name is Vincent Văduva, I am from a small Romanian town you've never heard of near Brașov.

There is something wrong with my brain. What? Well... a lot. I have narcolepsy, I'm schizotypal, c-ptsd, ptsd, and...a lot. There's a lot. Some things are genetic some something not so much. In spite of the narcolepsy, I do not sleep much or very well.

So I'm about to ask you for something very very silly.

I need your help to buy a new psyduck. Da, a psyduck. Specifically the one from build a bear. Why? Throughout my life I've always had special stuffed animals. It started with a turnip named Mr. Egg. I can not just get another stuffed animal. I made a mistake. I need the stim of it's voicebox. I accidentally pavlov'ed myself with my old one and now I can't sleep without it. I squish it and squish it and squish it and all the bad thoughts go away with the little psyy yi yi ducks so I can sleep. I got a new voice box for my beloved psyduck a few years ago because my abusive ex-husband ruined his. So he sounds crisp, but he is falling apart. His foot is coming off and his beak is coming unstitched. He is losing his color, soft flesh wearing thin. I don't want him to b ruined so I can't keep him as a precious keepsake in my glassware cabinet.

Please help me get a new husk for my psyduck? I ask now because I know this will take some time and I was hoping to be able to get a new one by summer of next year?

I need around 80$ for purchase of duck with shipping. Any extra left over I will happily donate to a charity or someone who needs it.

I will write for you! Commissions! 5$ for 150 words! I will send cat pictures! I have strange feet, if you want to see them I will send pictures of that. Want someone to tell about your oc or fanfictions for an hour who won't judge or maybe help brainstorm? I will do this. Want me to tell your fortune? Grandmother forgive me, I will do this. Hell, I'll say funny things into the microphone. I sound like final pam.

Anything you want, we can make a deal. My paypal is @ plagueofchaos! Let's work something out!

Please, I just want to sleep.

[blacksurvivalnostalgichanges]

Nathapon:What’s the difference between being catholic and roman catholic?

Adriana:You’re in Rome.

Chiara:I don’t know if that’s it.

[studies-of-the-soul]

tag 10 followers you want to get to know better!

Name: Arin! ( I usually go by Sunny online :3 )

Star Sign: Capricorn

Height: 5′3

Middle Name: Sunny

Put your itunes/spotify/youtube on shuffle. What are the first 6 songs that popped up?

1. Solaria / Aura by GHOST

2. Rolling Girl (Cover) by Lollia

3. Cold Heart by Elton John ft. Dua Lipa

4. Villain by K/DA

5. everything i wanted (cover) by jubyphonic

6. My Ordinary Life by the Living Tombstone

Grab one book nearest to you and turn to page 23. what’s line 17?: uhh the closest book i had to me was a recipe book, so this was just instructions on how to bake egg tarts 

Ever had a poem or song written about you: Not that I know of 

When was the last time you played air guitar: I don’t remember, does vibing to music count? bc I’ll stim or do a little dance or just v i b e to whatever music I’m listening to :3

Who is your celebrity crush?: Does mild fascination count? I get crushes more easily to fictional characters, otherwise I used to have a massive interest in tom hiddleston (his performance as MCU Loki mostly) and I’m currently watching the sam raimi spider-man series and tobey maguire is kinda hot in a nerd way, right?? i think i just like his performance, don’t know much about him as a person

What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?: I’m not a fan of ASMR or mukbangs, the sound of people eating loudly can drive me out of the room I swear ( like regular volume eating like at a table is fine, but put a microphone next to their mouth and I’m just NOPE ); i like the sound of popping bubble wrap, soooo satisfying ^ w ^

Do you believe in ghosts?: somewhat? I haven’t had any paranormal experience myself, but I’d like to think that after I pass on, my energy will live on as good/bad luck in my loved ones lives. 

How about aliens: I believe in aliens, but the likelihood of meeting a fully sentient one that’s as advanced as humans seems low. I’ll probably live long enough for NASA to find like alien bacteria on a comet or something

Do you drive?: Yep! My car’s name is Steven :3 

If so have you ever crashed: Not in a car crash, buuut I have backed up too far before and just ran into a bush. I am a much more cautious driver now no worries 

What was the last book you read?: You Will Get Through This Night by Daniel Howell

Do you like the smell of gasoline: No?? 

What was the last movie you saw?: Spider-Man 2

What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?: As a kid, I ran into the street and straight up bounced off a car speeding by. I passed out and woke up in the hospital, but thankfully the only injury I got was a bruise! le indestructible 4 year old Arin lol

Do you have any obsessions right now?: been replaying bayonetta! hope to write more for her soon :3 

Tagged by: @bluescarfvivi @triggerbigger and @jesterofinaba (ya’ll are so nice for tagging me pfpfpfp thanks)

Tagging: @adventurexsouled @appleyjuiceboy @aplushemporium @quirkycombatants @thegreatestbardsman @oraclememehacker @fatexbound @beautyxofxdestiny @electricea and YOU !

[snakeboywasright]

Misunderstandings and Chocolate

Patton was standing across the table from the three boys sitting down. They all looked nervous, especially as they had all gotten a text after school saying that they were going to have a talk. Patton had a file in his hands and was looking oddly serious. Logan had his hand intertwined with the other's, his gaze firm.

"We have decided that we are going to adopt. It will be happening over the next few weeks." Logan gestured to the pile, frowning a little when their fosters seemed to deflate on themselves. He would have thought they would have been excited, given everything. They had recently bought them all new clothes and even a bunk bed for the twins.

Janus- the oldest, looked over at his foster siblings and gently squeezed their hands. They knew this was coming. He was a compulsive liar, Remus had severe intrusive thoughts and ADHD, and Roman had autism. In true honesty, he was surprised they lasted this long. He looked up at the two and nodded, trying to keep his voice steady as he spoke. "Will we be allowed to take our clothes, Mr. Sanders?"

Roman was looking like he was about to cry, and was rocking back and forth. Had he been too loud? Stimmed too much? He was sorry he couldn't talk quietly, he really tried. He really really tried. He wanted to chew on the microphone shaped stim toy he kept around his neck but bit his lip instead. Maybe he could... could do something. He didn't know what a seven year old could do. Maybe he could go to his room? Hide under the bed? He'd be out of the way and they wouldn't have to be near him. He could chew there...

"This is bullshit! You- you can't-" Remus was far more open about his stims and was flapping his hands angrily. There were tears building up in his eyes and he fought to stiffle a sob. "They're gonna separate us again and- you promised! Liar!" He pushed himself up from the table and ran to the bathroom, slamming it behind him. His and Roman's room didn't have locks after a match incident. There were still scorch marks on the wall, carefully hidden behind various posters.

"What- kiddo, no. Oh god, no, come here." Patton stood up and walked over to Janus, kneeling before him. The tween was crying out of his right eye, but still had a stony face. He raised his hand slow enough that the other could track it before cupping his blind and burned side. He was partially deaf as well, and just the previous night they had talked about a implant or a hearing aid. "It's alright, kiddo. I shouldn't have surprised you like that. You three are the ones we are adopting."

Roman's head jerked up at that and he moved to look over at Patton. His fingers were digging into his sweater and he swallowed thickly. What... what was he talking about? He had just said that he was adopting but no one wanted them. Not permanently. His soft noises caught Patton's attention and he gave him a little smile.

"Let's go to the cuddle piles, kiddo, and I'll explain everything. Logan is going to go talk to Remus and bring him down in a bit, okay?"

"Okay..."

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Logan had walked upstairs and followed the dirty footsteps to the locked bathroom. He sat down outside of it and placed his head against it with a soft thump. "Remus? Can you hear me?" The other occasionally went nonverbal, but as long as he could hear him that was what mattered. He could hear soft sobs coming from behind it and sighed. "Can you unlock the door, please? I won't come in, but I would feel a lot more comfortable knowing you are safe."

A few minutes of silence passed before the sound of a lock twisting could be heard, along with a quiet thump as a little body slid against the door. "'M sorry." A small, sad voice said. Remus was obviously still crying, or had just stopped as evidenced by his hiccups. "Gonna... gonna get my shit and-" He hiccuped again. "Can I take my di-sec-tion kit, please?" He had to carefully pronounce the term, but still stumbled some.

"No, Remus. You cannot take your kit, because you are not going anywhere. We should not have surprised you all with the news, and we apologize for that." He sighed softly and closed his eyes. "We are adopting all three of you. Forever. If you want to take our last name we would love you too." Remus must be in a tailspin right now. "Can I please come in, Remus?"

Remus sniffled but nodded and reached up to open the door a crack. He fled to the tub as soon as permission was granted and closed the shower curtain. It had a swamp on it, with frogs and a prince. He liked frogs. He took the fabric and began to stroke against it, the rough fabric helping to soothe him further. He could hear Logan moving in and flinched. The tub was usually his safe space, but he had been really bad. He had cursed, slammed doors, and called them a liar. Why would they want him after that? Maybe they won't give him back to the pink lady. Just leave him in a swamp or in the road somewhere. A car might hit him, or he might get eaten. He read about huge snakes that could squeeze and squeeze till his lungs couldn't move. At least it was a type of hug. The pink lady never hugged him. She just shoved him off.

"Thank you, little monster." Logan sat on the ground next to the tub but made no move to open it. Remus was obviously still processing and needed a quiet space. "Your brothers are downstairs right now, probably getting told the same thing right now. We are not surrendering you. Not now, and not ever. We have offically submitted the paperwork to adopt all of you. Forever." He emphasized the last bit with an arched brow.

"'M sorry." Remus whispered. He had raised his head from his knees to speak. His eyes were red from his crying and the constant rubbing. "Dunno why you wan' me. 'M just dir'y and bad." His voice was still quiet and hoarse from the scream earlier. He bit his lip hard and tugged on his hair. "Ro-Ro's the good one. Jany too. 'serves you and Pat-Pat." He had often taken the brunt of the abuse in the system, as he had made himself a target to protect his brother. It had warped his view of himself in ways they were just starting to discover. "...why're you keepin' us?"

Logan didn't even have to think about what he was going to say next. "Because we love you. All of you. Yes, there will be challenges, and yes, we all may become frustrated, but no matter what you are our boys. We are forever happy with you, little monster. With all of you." He smiled softly as the shower curtain peeked open and revealed a tear covered, messy haired little boy. The white tuff stuck out like a sore thumb. "There you are!" He cooed softly. "May I come into the tub, Remus?"

The response was a short nod and the sight of Remus scooting back to give him room. He climbed into the tub awkwardly and crossed his legs a little. "Would you like me to hold you, Remus? I won't touch you if you are not okay with it right now." Him and Roman were both prone to sensory over and understimulation and touch sensitivity.

...but apparently that wasn't the case now. Remus launched himself into his lap and wrapped his arms around Logan's neck tightly and sobbed. He just sat there and sobbed as Logan cooed and rubbed soft circles in his back. "Shh, shh, there we go... It's okay, little monster. Lo-Lo won't let you go."

They sat just like that for almost twenty minutes. The crying had slowly faded out into sniffles, then silence. "You're really gonna do it? 'Dopt me? Won't get the money anymore." He seemingly tried to warn Logan of the consequences of adopting him. "'M tryin' to be better. P'omise." He recieved a kiss on his forehead from the elder and was gently rocked. "You just need to be you, Remus. Whoever you grow up to be will be absolutely perfect."

Remus sniffled once more then raised his head. He had a bloody lip from biting it and a bruise forming on his temple from hitting himself. "Can we go dow'stairs?" He asked hoarsely. He raised his hands in a silent request to be picked up and carried. When they reached it he tensed, looking around. Roman and Janus were both in the cuddle corner with two cups of Patty's special hot chocolate. It was a little spicy and had fancy shit in it. There were two cups on the table- one in Lo-Lo's mug and one for him.

Maybe... maybe it would turn out okay. Maybe.

(But as he took the cup and sat down with the others in the cuddle corner, he knew it would be.)

[scientificvalian-blog]

can you,,,, can you please do some autistic wtbv hcs?? or more nd hcs please? i'm having massive burnout and you've shoved this into my special interest box

i honestly don’t know what you meant by that last part, but yeah, i got some more for you, non!

—cecil has a “grounding tattoo,” which states his name, where he is (broadly, of course: night vale!), and that he is safe. if he is not currently safe, he will be soon.

—carlos wears a weighted lab coat. it’s filled with the beans in beanbags too, so it’s a good auditory stim, tactile stim, and just all around Feels Good!

—during really bad burnouts, carlos has a giant teddy bear that he hugs instead of cecil. cecil used to get jealous over this, but felt bad about Feeling Bad once he talked to carlos more about why he does that. 

—carlos has a keychain filled to the brim with little puzzle and fidget toys, along with some old fabrics from cecils favorite shirts (cecil insisted, of course)

—cecil has his entire radio studio and house based around his adhd (and the house is also based around carlos’s autism!) the microphone is built to be able to bring along with him while he paces (but he has a beanbag chair in there too), his desk is filled with things like fidget cubes and rubix cubes (which carlos got him hooked on)

hope you feel better soon, nonny! stay safe, okay?

[deathsmallcaps]

So my Dad’s side of the family did a big old zoom meet up to open up presents this morning (only the ones from outside the immediate household) so I spent like an hour and a half on video chat with the little cousins blasting into the microphones. And I mostly haven’t seen these kids for like a year, so you know, they’ve all grown 6 inches and shit.

But all of them are at or past the age where they start having a discernible personality. And let me tell you, it is so gratifying to know that you aren’t the only neurodivergent grandkid.

Like, I know my grandad is also probably autistic but he was poor and born 6 months before WWII started in England and his house nearly got bombed and everything. His ‘first time carrying a mask around everywhere’ is when he was afraid of getting gassed in kindergarten. So he’s never gotten diagnosed, but we all Know, you know?

But I’m talking to these kids and they’re playing with their toys and literally all four of them spent twenty minutes organizing their toys in inscrutable organization systems. One of them ‘loses her words’ like I do and she also stims when she’s happy. A different one played 40 minutes of among us upside down with a leg on top of his elbow because ‘it’s comfortable’. (I do this shit too!)

When this shit is all over I hope I can be like a mentor for them or something and make sure they feel comfortable with themselves and learn healthy coping mechanisms for life, you know?

[480381152]

Final Assignment - Entry 2

2/6/20 - Initial recordings

I started by walking around the kitchen, recording certain appliances at work, using a microphone going into Garageband. Other than in the last assignment for this course, I have little experience with using a microphone, let alone conducting field recordings. I read this guide: https://www.clashmusic.com/features/stimmings-guide-to-field-recording for some ideas about how to conduct these recordings.

I found that the sounds I received changed drastically based on where the microphone was in relation to the appliances. I often found that the closer I held the microphone, the more solid the hum of each appliance it received, as opposed to, for example, the vague white noise of an air conditioner that’s recorded when the mic is more than six inches away.

I recorded about 5 minutes of sound for each appliance. I was a bit worried about putting the microphone half inside both the oven and the freezer, but the respective ticking of the old oven timer and the crackling of frost made for very interesting noises. I had expected to find more pure, consistent sounds, but I ended up with sounds that were uneven and unstable in their own way, such as these two.