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[electrozeistyking]

Hello! Been following you for a bit! I love your Ghost Drone AU and wanted to know if there is a story that will go into more detail behind the drawings? I love reading and seeing an AU grow like that as well!

Also has Beanie ever seen her dad having a panic attack or really going through it? Or has V? If so, have they tried doing anything to cheer him up that worked, because sometimes with depression it can really put you in a spiral 😓

Funny you should mention! There is a fic I started working on in December of 2023, and recently posted on AO3 yesterday! The prologue turned out being MUCH longer than I intended, and the real chapter one is going to be an interesting time, to see the time!

Also, both of them definitely have seen both. V has taken to collecting N a whole wardrobe over the years to cheer him up (that's right, his hoodie was only the first), and Beanie usually tries not to make him do things (like braiding her hair) when she knows he's not feeling particularly well and gives him lots of hugs.

She's also waddled into his room after he had a nightmare once, knowing that she does that when she has nightmares and was a little upset he doesn't do the same thing when he has them. She just wants her daddy to be okay... and she'll take any excuse she can get to the same things he does when she needs comforting.

[lyeekha]

iPlayer pleeeaasee 20 seconds is too long a skipback. or at least give ee options

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For anyone over the age of 20, put your mind back to spring 1997 in the build-up to Disney’s One Saturday Morning on ABC.  On April 19th of that year, Disney premeired a new series on the channel called Nightmare Ned.  The series focussed on a 10 year old boy named Ned Needlemeyer (voiced by Courtland Mead) who has recurring nightmares every night, through which he has a better understanding of whatever is bothering him while he is awake.  Also appearing on the show are some of Ned’s schoolmates, including two bullies named Vernon and Conrad (voiced by Jim Cummings and Dan Castelanetta respectively), and his parents (the father, Ed, is voiced by Brad Garret).  The show lasted for twelve episodes due to creative differences between the show-runners and the show going over budget.  Any and all references to the show have simply been ignored by Disney as no rereleases of the episodes have been made on Disney XD or on DVD (here’s hoping for an appearance on that new streaming service)

In October of that same year, Disney Interactive released a CD-Rom based on the show, developed by Window Painters and Creative Capers.

This time, the plot centers around one big nightmare that Ned has from being home alone after school one day.  A storm takes out all the power in the house, warping it into something sinister.  As Ned tries to go to sleep through all the thunder and lightning, he is grabbed by a monster whose arms burst through the walls from behind his bed, dropping him into the nightmare world, and plaguing him with five Shadow Creatures.

The game is a sidescrolling adventure game set in five different levels.

The Graveyard Nightmare.  This nightmare is usually associated as the first level, due to it being directly in front of Ned on the “overworld” of sorts.  This area has the standard horror tropes of a gravedigger, zombies, evil trick or treaters, crypts, pumpkins, ghosts, and the Grim Reaper.  According to some fans, this represents necrophobia, as well as other standard horror-based fears.

The Bathroom Nightmare.  According to the manual, everything bathroom related has come to life and is after Ned.  Such things include a living barrier of razors, a labyrinth of pipes, massive toilets, as well as various unplayable transitions that show many more horrors that Ned has to get by (such as the one above).  Also included is a song about one thing that most children at that age fear: puberty.

The Medical Nightmare.  This is actually a dual-themed nightmare, originally set in a waiting room.  Jumping on the gurney brings Ned to the Doctor’s office, which begins with a runaway gurney barrelling down the hallway with operation happy surgeons trying to grab organs from Ned.  The end of the hallway is the operating room with an Electric Beaver running the operation, done in a manner similar to Wheel of Fortune.

Jumping on the giant mouth-shaped chair brings Ned to the Dentist’s office, which here is a giant mouth with various creatures hiding in the gums and teeth, “tooth worms”, braces and rubber bands, and the dentist himself.  There is also a little ditty sung by a uvula.

The School Nightmare.  And I mean that literally.  This stageis based around Ned’s school in the waking world, mixed with Alcatraz.  There are three layers to this nightmare.  The first being the school halls themselves, filled with rampaging students, bullies, evil librarians, janitors, and the school nurse.  The second is Craft Class, found within a locker.  This is where many of the game’s “boss battles” are located.  The bosses are done by digitizing stop-motion animations of various arts and crafts.  These include a chicken made of papier-mâché and macaroni, a skeleton made of cotton, paper plates, and pipecleaners (one that looks a lot like Jack Skellington), a Clayfighter 63-2/3 reject, and a vampire made out of a milk carton.  Beating the bosses will change the drab environment into a diorama of George Washington chopping down his father’s cherry tree.  Losing to them will make it into a diorama of Washington Crossing the Delaware.

The third layer, and possibly the most well known on line, is the chalkboard.  This is because of the song playing sung by a math teacher who is clearly taking drugs (as confirmed by the songwriter, Jim Owens) with many nonsense questions.

Train A is carrying 200 people going 80 mph on a 92-mile track, and is at the 46 mile mark.  Train B is carrying 200 ducks, going 40 mph, adding 1 mph each time one of the ducks quacks.

Madeline has 87 pomegranates and her cousin Riley has a $20 bill and 18 dimes; How many pomegranates can he purchase even though they are not for sale, which she has told him over 18 times? (The logical answer is that he will get every single one due to him having $21.80, but the teacher states that answer will still come to zero since THE STUPID POMEGRANATES aren’t even for sale.)

A pop-quiz that takes up the half of the song, followed by a nonsense bit that includes knowing how much kerosene costs, making the result of a few more mathematics into a dish by putting it in a 9 x 13 pan and cooking it until it browns, turning all the sixes you have so far into nines, subtracting a forty-third, dialing “9”, taking a right on 82nd, adding a half, picking any card, dividing it by 99 and then by 40.25, drawing smilies in the zeroes, crossing out everything you wrote, and if they don’t have the answer just going ahead to bunt and get the runner to score. (Jonathan Vecci on a YouTube upload worked out the answer to be 14,501.54440727273 based on the market price of kerosene on November 11th, 2017, wich was $3.238/gallon)

STRIKE THREE! YER OUT!

Suffice to say, this is also my favorite area of the game because of the boss fights and due to the trippy animations on the chalkboard whenever you hit one of the word animals and they change into something else that rhymes with that word, save for the Bees and the “Snake/Drake/Cake”.

The Nightmare in the Attic, Basement, and Beyond. The most linear nightmare in the game as the manual points out that the ultimate goal is to make it to the hidden shortcut to the Graveyard Nightmare.  The nightmare is set within a haunted house with various oddities in the attic, a living boiler that belches flames, and a violent flock of birds, two black cats playing with mirrors on ladders, a fortune telling machine that gives up on cryptic hints. The Basement is where things get really strange with wallpapers that comes to life to give Ned an atomic wedgie, a dragon that tells stories from “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark” in prose form (and voiced by Edie McClurg), a violent freakshow of various taxidermied together chimeras, and a trip into a “jungle” within the basement.  This jungle includes a circus act of juggling jug-headed Siamese twins from Skipback County called Petey and Repetey, always bickering with eachother.

The game ends when Ned encounters each of the Shadow Creatures three times in each nightmare, with each encounter slowly turning them into someone that Ned knows while he is awake.  Once all five are turned back to “normal,” the ending plays, although depending on how many “hours” were spent; in the game you have no healthbar and life counter, so you are practically immortal, save for the bosses in Craft Class.  If you press Q on the keyboard, get stabbed by the dentist three times, or getting sent to the principal’s office and getting the wrong number on the phone, you lose one “hour”. If you waste less than 8 hours, you get the good ending where Ned has conquered his nightmares.  If you waste 8+ lives, you get the bad ending where Ned has become paranoid.

If you want to try playing this game, good luck trying to find a good copy of the game online, and even then you need to play it on Windows operating systems between 3.1 and Vista; it will not run on Windows 7-10, unless you run it in a Virtual Machine or DOSBox emulating Windows 3.1.  Disney has yet to acknowledge this game outside of the brief rerelease that came packaged with Villains’ Revenge.

“Oh, gosh!”

Hope to see you all tomorrow.

Sweet Dreams are Made of Screams For anyone over the age of 20, put your mind back to spring 1997 in the build-up to Disney's One Saturday Morning on ABC. 

[skia-oura]

Twelve Days (Christmas 2017)

A/N: Based on Na Leo’s version of the 12 days of christmas. Written in a couple hours, not really betaed. 

Ao3

Twelve raw opihi-

 Every Christmas, growing up, Torako’s family would serve raw opihi. When Bentley heard about this, he just about fell off her bed in awe.

     “I mean, I knew it was expensive, but is it really that expensive?” Torako had asked, spinning a pen between her fingers.

“Torako,” Bentley said, clutching one of her pillows for strength. “I have never had opihi. I have only dreamed of sampling one single, delicious, disgustingly expensive shellfish. The closest I’ve gotten to opihi in real life is when I stood on New Sacramento Cliff and weighed the benefits and drawbacks of climbing down myself to get a couple—don’t look at me like that, I know it’s dangerous, but if I got three then my dad could have one, I could have one, and I could sell another to get some extra money.”

Torako stared at him, and for the first time really felt the financial difference between them.

“I mean,” Bentley said, blushing, glancing at thin air to his left and then back at her, “it’s not like we’re unable to survive, and we’re pretty comfortable, but we definitely don’t have enough for more than like, one opihi a year, and that’s not worth it.” Then he changed the subject, but Torako kept that information in the back of her head, waiting for the right time. Then, Freshman year, at Christmas, her family express-sent a dozen raw opihi, and Torako got to see the bliss on Bentley’s face as he experienced one of the most expensive delicacies of the Pacific Ocean.

They had opihi for many, many years after that.

 -Eleven mu’umu’u-

 The mu’umu’u was a soft shade of pink, and had discrete designs in shimmering silver thread. Bentley lifted it to his chest and watched the fabric fall over his legs, long and ruffled and perfect. In more ways than one, actually, because he couldn’t stop himself from laughing.

“Not quite the reaction I was expecting, but I’ll take it, sure,” Torako said, grinning at Bentley even as a dipnipped-out Dipper licked her hair up into spikes. “What’s got you all cackling there?”

Bentley waved at her pile of presents and said, “just open the green mistletoe one, okay?”

Torako rolled her eyes and tugged the right one into her lap. She hefted it once, twice in her hands, then made short work of the wrapping to reveal cloth, dark blue lanced through with patterns dyed cyan.

She looked up from the mu’umu’u in her lap, wide-eyed for a moment with shock, and then laughed. “I guess we’ve got to get one for Dipper now too and make it a family thing, don’t we?”

     Bentley thought of the eleven other dresses he’d been looking at online, and figured that one of them would have to suit his brother.

 -Ten rainbow shave ice-

 “Come on Bentley,” Torako hissed, her lips stained with food coloring and artificial flavor, “ten each, you can do it, it’s only one more and then we win!”

Bentley stared at the last rainbow shave ice on the table before him. His head swam with the merciless cold from the last nine he’d downed. He reached a trembling hand out and pulled the shave ice towards him.

“It’s just ice and syrup,” Dipper hissed, “it’s nothing, come on, we have cash money to get out of this.”

Who needed enemies, he thought, when your friends were willing to abandon you to the frozen claws of too much shave ice, all for the sake of meaningless cash. Methodically, he started to lift spoonful by spoonful of shave ice into his mouth, head wailing the whole while.

“Thirty seconds left, Bentley, oh my god just hurry—Dipper, I’ll give you a bag of gummy worms if you—”

“On it,” Dipper said, and next thing Bentley knew there was ice pouring down his throat, so fast and smooth there wasn’t even time to choke before it was an unsettling sensation in his stomach. Distantly, he heard Dipper and Torako cheering over their hard-won cash as his knees hit the ground a few seconds before his head did, and the last cognizant thought on his mind before they got home was that Dipper and Torako were going to pay for their indescretions.

 -Nine pounds of poi-

 “Who the fuck,” Bentley wheezed, helping Torako carry the package up the stairs to her apartment, “needs nine pounds of poi?”

“My extended family is large and we all like it very much,” Torako said, not even slightly out of breath. He hated her. He also hated Dipper, invisible and floating behind his friend’s head, making funny (disturbing) faces to try to get a rise out of Bentley. “You don’t have to help, you know.”

“I’m here,” Bentley said, arms trembling, “so I’m going to help, dammit. But I want payback, so much payback, because nine pounds of poi.”

“There’s even more in the truck!” Torako grinned at him, holding her end of the package one handed as she gestured down the stairs, and Bentley could swear he felt his soul leave his body a little.

 -Eight ukulele-

 Lata started playing instruments when she was seven, and she never quite went back. She started with a little ukulele at Christmas, plucking at the strings at random and with the kind of inattention that would embarrass them when they were older and knew exactly how fast and true their fingers could flyover the strings. They played many instruments—piano, harmonica, violin, drums, jumping from tool to tool until she came right back around to the ukulele, nine years old and still well-tuned. Lata would sit on rainy weekends for hours, humming and absentmindedly pulling music out of her childhood instrument, the tiny berries on her tiny antlers swaying as she did so. She played for her parents, for her Aunt and Uncles, for her classmates, lovers, coworkers. Lata never went pro with the ukulele—they weren’t confident enough, didn’t have the stomach for entertainment—but they played, and they played, and they played. Over their life, they owned eight ukulele, carefully maintained, sparsely decorated. The last was buried with her.

 -Seven shrimp a-swimming-

 “How many shrimp do you have in your linguini?”

“Ten, you?”

“Seven, so you better hand over two of yours otherwise I’m arresting you for unfair pasta.”

“I know it’s Dipper and all, but I still don’t think that unfair pasta is a reasonable charge, Torako.”

“Oh yeah? How many do you have, Mr. Mom?”

“My plate is empty.”

“Then you better throw it all back up so we can count, you little—no, get back here you heathen, you despicable—I want my shrimp, damn you Bentley!”

 -Six hula lessons-

 Torako remembers hula lessons in the way that many mainland children remember ballet lessons: fun at first, but progressively more boring the older you got. She got through six years before begging her dads to let her quit and do something actually fun, like hurling, which had a lot more shoving people and ball-chucking and there were sticks you could hit people with. She got hurling lessons for Christmas, and didn’t think of hula again.

When Bentley was five, he wanted to dance with all his heart, watched dancers of a thousand different styles and rhythm move their bodies in ways that made his heart sing with desire. He loved hula the most, the grace and power of it, the sway of heavy skirts and the smell of flowers saturating the air. Philip bought him six lesson’s worth of hula from the local dance center, but that was all he could afford so Bentley moved on to quieter, more realistic dreams with the taste of hula still humming in his bones.

 -Five big fat pigs-

 “Those are absolutely hideous,” Bentley said of the five pig statuettes that Torako opened, her face lit up with glee.

“They’re perfect,” she said, hefting one with lopsided eyes and a chef’s hat. “This is everything I ever wanted, and Dad knows me so well. It’s going right in the front entryway, where everybody will see it when they come in and it’s going to be the absolute best.”

Bentley eyed the menacing, overweight figurines and wondered how much he’d need to bribe Dipper (or Torako, for that matter) to move them somewhere a little more out of the way.

-Four flower leis-

 Bentley doesn’t remember it, but on his third birthday, he and his father went out to the beach with four leis, carefully cradled in florist’s stasis wrap, and stepped ankle-deep into the water. Philip placed one lei around his own neck, one around his son’s, and twisted the other two around a stone the size of two fists put together. He hefted it in his hand, the weight of his son heavy in his other arm, and closed his eyes. “Susan,” he murmured, and a slight chill from the mid-December breeze caught the hair on the back of his neck right before he threw the stone into the ocean, the juice of crushed flowers lingering on the skin of his palm and in the crease of his fingers even as the ocean swallowed the stone, the flowers, with softer embrace than it had his wife.

 -Three dried aku-

 Torako threw a package of dried aku at Dipper, pouting as she did so. “No fair,” she whined, “Bentley got me those for Christmas, and do you know how hard it is to get actual dried aku on the mainland?” Dipper, mid-bite of skipback tuna, grinned at her with dried fish stuck between his sharkish teeth, and said, “Well, it’s worth the deal then, isn’t it?”

 -Two coconuts-

 “Hey handsome,” Torako purred, and when Bentley turned despite his better instincts there she was, lounging on the table in nothing more than a santa hat, a coconut bra, and one of those silly plastic wrap skirts cheap tourist places in the Californian Federation liked to sell. Torako opened her mouth, cupped one of the coconuts on her chest; before she could speak, Bentley interrupted with a “No, Torako, I don’t want to buy a coconut or drink any milk, get out of my kitchen before I brain you with the rolling pin.”

 -and One myna bird in one papaya tree

 Bentley had distinct memories of early December in his childhood, laying under the papaya trees in the park with his father, snacking on sweet lumpia and listening to the endless chatter of the myna birds above, laughing when his father talked to them and the starlings echoed his own words back, no matter how silly or sweet.

fin

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[tparadox]

Android Wear complaints so far:

Pretty much every app that serves remote playback controls from my phone to the watchface only offers play/pause, and I would dearly love 5-second skipback/30 second skip forward.

When I pause the playback of some apps and then let the watch go to sleep, sometimes I lose my play button when I come back.

The way Google Translate for Wear works for conversations is more of a gimmick than useful next to the phone app.

I think that’s it.

[yamahamusicians]

The Roland Fantom Reinvented!

The Roland Fantom Reinvented!

Roland have always produced interesting and innovative keyboard workstations. From my own point of view the Fantom series was the best of them and in particular the Fantom X of which I have owned three. There was something about that workstation keyboard that just felt right. Build quality was superb, large colour screen, smooth controls, skipback sampling (up to 45 seconds always onsampling) and…

[electrozeistyking]

Where can i find this ghost drone AU, is it like a bunch of comics? How can i find them all… i have no idea how to use tumblr O_o

Funny you ask! Ghost Drone has comics I have explaining things here on tumblr, while there's a fic on AO3 that contains the "mainline story." At the time of answering, I only have the prologue fully completed and posted.

As for the comics? If you click on the "ghost drone au" tag below this post and scroll, you should be able to find other information on it, along with comics, silly stuff, and angst! :D

"Top" should show you which posts are more popular, whilst "latest" will order them from the most recent to oldest (though you probably already know that). Depending on what you wanna see? idk

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[electrozeistyking]

Hi! I absolutely LOVE your ghost drone AU!! I've only seen the comics; It's a fic as well, right? I was wondering where I could read it :3

(I'm so sorry if I'm wrong and it is not, in fact, a fic)

Oh no, you're right! It definitely is a fic! Here, I'll give you the link for it and the summary (but be warned, if you haven't figured it out already, angst IS my forte haha).

Summary: After a plan goes awry, N struggles with a seemingly new ability to see ghost drones, and trying to figure out how to be a father. However, that doesn't appear to be the least of his troubles, as something may still be lurking in the shadows....

[electrozeistyking]

Everything goes completely off the rails when someone else gets impaled, and Anne has another familiar face coming back to Earth with her.

[electrozeistyking]

oh, whoops! looks like i’m doing this now. how did that happen? i have no idea. but it’s here now i guess lol

[electrozeistyking]

She bared her teeth, anger and terror burning in her eyes. Even here and now, she wouldn't go down without a fight. But there wouldn't be much of a fight. Not one she'd be able to win.

The hands pulled her down into the water, and held her head under.

"NO!" he cried out. He tried to help her. No matter what he tried, the hands were just too strong. They'd always been too strong. "NO! NONONO! No, please! Not her! Anything but her! Please! No!"

It was too late.

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me, standing in your doorway: “i did it again” 

[electrozeistyking]

Lili knew she shouldn't go near that hallway. In fact, every single bone in her body was screaming to just turn around and find a different hallway that wasn't the one with the creepy red lights. But this was also the only hallway that didn't look like the other ones. It was different, and while it made her uneasy, she was relieved to see it.

Steeling her nerves and balling her hands into fists, Lili steadily began making her way through the eerie hallway. This was honestly terrifying. Her eyes kept darting around, every shadow seeming like it was about to jump out at her. The ringing wasn't helping with her nerves.

Eventually, Lili noticed the water she was standing in was... moving in one specific direction. Coincidentally, in the direction she was heading. It could just be that — a coincidence. She had a feeling it wasn't, though.

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straight up said "hand me my shovel, i'm going in" and wrote a psychonauts fanfic. not sure where the horror aspect of it came from, though.