#~V: Technicolor Phase

[thevalicemultiverse]

Technicolor Phase meets Secundus

Secundus Victor: [leaning on his hand] So it's anyone important -- good or bad?

Technicolor Phase Victor: Yes -- I got red from Victoria and blue from Emily, but I also got yellow from Barkis.

TP Alice: And I got, of all things, beige from Bumby.

Sec Alice: [snorts] Well, if you did have to get a color from that arse, guess it's only right that it be such a dull one. But how odd -- has anyone worked out why your vision works like that?

TP Victor: [shrugs] It's always been that way. I'm sure some people have tried to study it, but...

Sec Victor: But I imagine it's a hard thing to study, yes. Still, it seems sad to spend most of your life seeing only shades of gray.

TP Alice: We're all used to it. [smiles at her Victor] And most of the time -- it makes getting color all the sweeter.

[tarmac-rat]

Older sister instincts

Freckles

Raised by a single parent (who was a respected pillar of leadership in their respective communities) that taught them the majority of their life skills and whom they idolized before getting separated from them

Technicolor upper hair with natural roots on the undercut (Riley even had a pink hair phase before the main plot)

Anger issues

Goes through an intense depressive spiral towards the end of their story arc

Has a strong moral compass but isn't a stereotypical law-abiding hero

Buff as all hell

Jackets they didn't own but get very attached to once acquired

Get back tattoos after significant life-altering events

Brawlers/fighter focuses

Takes a "punch first, think through later" attitude towards problems

Lip scars

Went through a pitfighter phase

Constantly get their shit kicked in when they get into fights despite being a capable fighter-- they just go up against opponents with significant physical advantages that give them upper hands.

Confused and/or very angered by rich people

V motifs

Riley Aldana V is funny because she has something of a Schrödinger's Character Influence, in that she was simultaneously conceived before and shares an unholy ton of character traits with Vi from Arcane

[tightjeansjavi]

Tongue Tied

Joel Miller x f!reader

NSFW 🔞

A/N: I came up with this idea at work 😵‍💫 this one specifically is for @chaotic-mystery you’re welcome bby! This can be read as a stand-alone piece or a blurb/one-shot for ‘Burning in a Hopeless Dream’

Summary: a game of spin the bottle ends exactly how you imagine it to; you and Joel, a headboard banging, and tongues tied.

~word count : 4.2k~

Warnings: possessive! joel, jealous! joel, a lil feral and horny! joel, established relationship, swearing, tension, mentions of alcohol, smut, filth, consent, teasing, fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap that willy) oral (f receiving) a huge fucking praise kink, nicknames, cock warming, like just a whole lot of filth. Y’all get the warnings. (+18) minors dni !

Songs used:

“Small Talk” by Niall Horan

“Tonight you are Mine” by The Technicolors

“Dirty Love” by Mt. Joy

“Talk” by Hozier

It was Joel’s brilliant idea to throw you a ‘we’re so glad the knife didn’t go too deep!’ Party.

For some context, just two months ago, you were stabbed by one of Robert’s henchmen. You nearly bled out on Joel and Tess’s kitchen table. Joel was at your side the entire time you were recovering and now that you fully healed, what better way to celebrate than with a little dark humor, real fucking booze, and good company.

Tess had brought her friend Bea over and you already had your sneaking suspicion that they were an item already. Or, at the very least, they were 1000% fucking. Joel was a little slow with these sorts of things but you knew in time, he would figure it out. Regardless, you were happy for Tess and your friendship was seemingly coming full circle. Hell had certainly freezed over at that point. You, and Tess? Friends? Who would have ever thought that was even fucking possible. I guess you almost bleeding to death on the kitchen table was enough for her to finally end the quarrel between you two.

“Where in the hell did you manage to find some real fucking whiskey Tess?”

You were sitting across Joel’s lap on the couch. His arm was loosely wrapped around your waist, his fingers lightly holding onto the side of your hip where the soft skin there met your thigh. He always had to be touching you somehow. Being affectionate was something that Joel really never understood, nor cared for, but you changed his view on it. Now? He couldn’t get enough of you, or your skin on his. He was painfully addicted, royally and utterly fucked, because of you.

You felt him lightly tap his fingers against the sliver of skin exposed under your t-shirt as he took a sip from his own glass.

“Would you believe me if I told you those Fedra fucks somehow have their own stash of top-shelf booze?”

You brought the rim of the glass to your lips, taking a small sip and you could feel Joel staring at you. Not in a weird, or creepy way. He was admiring you.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Makes me hate them just a little bit more than I already do. Seriously though, what did you have to do to get this stuff?”

Tess laughed and took a sip from her own glass as she leaned back against the wall. “A handjob and a real quick one at that. Dude lasted all of 30 seconds. It was pretty pathetic but hey, I wanted to make sure you could taste some of the real fucking stuff for once. You earned it.”

Joel let out a weird noise, covering it with a chuckle over the rim of his glass. He had lightly squeezed your hip.

You weren’t even phased by Tess’s answer in the slightest.

“30 fucking seconds? Now that is honestly really pathetic. I appreciate you putting yourself through that bullshit. This stuff is definitely better than the other crap we’ve been drinking. So thank you again.” You raised your glass in her direction, a small grin on your lips.

Tess mirrored your actions, raising her glass in your direction before taking a sip.

“Just don’t expect me to put myself through that ever again, alright?”

You giggled, leaning back against Joel’s broad chest, shaking your head.

“Oh god, No! I will never expect you to put yourself through that again!”

It was Tess’s idea for everyone to play a friendly game of spin the bottle. As soon as she suggested it, Joel was grumbling about how it was a stupid game for teenagers and that he would not be participating in those kinds of shenanigans.

“Tess. I ain’t playin’ a silly little girls game. That shit is for teenagers. Do I look like a fuckin’ teenager to you?”

“No, but you’re fucking acting like one right now, Texas. Besides, if you get lucky enough, you’ll get to kiss your girl. C’mon, just one round.”

“I ain’t gotta get lucky enough to kiss her. Can kiss her whenever I want.” He gruffly spoke.

You gave him a light jab to his side with your elbow, turning around in his lap and gave him a warning look.

“Keep acting like that and you’re never gonna get to kiss me again cowboy.”

Joel narrowed his eyes at you challengingly. His eyebrow quirked up in your direction as he leaned in close enough for you to taste the warm whiskey on his breath.

“You wanna fuckin’ bet on that one sugar?” He went to brush his thumb against your plush, lower lip when you had given his chest a light shove, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Shuddup. You and I both know you’re not gonna win this one, honey. So get up from this fuckin couch and play this game with us. Or, you’re sleeping alone tonight.”

Joel grumbled something under his breath as he stared at you for a minute longer. He was trying to gauge if you were bullshitting him but by the way you stared right back, he knew you were dead serious.

“Fuckin’ gonna get you back for this sweetheart. You’ll see.”

You reached over and gave his cheek a light, affectionate pat, brushing your thumb against the coarse hair on his beard.

“Mhm. I’m sure you will, cowboy.”

Tess and Bea were already sat on the floor across from each other, an old empty beer bottle between them.

“Jesus fuck. You guys just gonna continue to eye fuck eachother or are we gonna play the game? Just one round, and then we’ll get out of your hair so you guys can rip each other's clothes off.” Tess said with a grin.

Your cheeks heated up at the slightest, from Tess’s crudeness, and the warm whiskey flowing through your veins.

You stood up from the couch, turning to look back at your lover, who was staring right back at you.

“C’mon Joel. Don’t make me ask you again.”

When he rolled his eyes in response, you wasted no time to grab his hand, yanking him up from the couch in one swift movement.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ woman. Alright, alright. I’m up.” He begrudgingly took a seat across from you on the worn carpet.

“We all know the rules, right? I mean..they’re fairly simple anyway.”

“Yeah, Tess. Just fuckin’ get on with it already.” Joel grumbled.

Tess turned to you and pushed the bottle in your direction.

“Think you get the first honors of spinning. Only fair after what you went through.”

You held your hand against your chest in mock shock as Tess gave you the first spin.

“Really? Wow, Tess. I think I’m going to document this moment forever.” You jokingly said.

“Oh, shut up. You’re lucky I actually have learned how to tolerate you. Now go on, spin.”

“I’m so loved.” You said with a giggle before grasping the bottle between your fingers, glancing at the three of them before you spun The bottle.

It spinned a few times before slowly coming to a stop. The opened end of the bottle was pointed directly at Tess.

You glanced at Joel for a moment. His brows were furrowed in slightly as he observed where the bottle was pointing. He was unashamedly looking forward to this, and you could tell just by the way he took his time with bringing the rim of his glass to his lips. His eyes were locked on yours, a smirk appearing.

“Well, you gonna kiss her baby doll?”

You could tell Tess was a little hesitant as she looked at you. You on the other hand? You were already scooting towards her. The liquor was giving you a bit of confidence boost as you reached for her face, gently holding her cheeks in your warm palms.

“You good with this?” You asked, while stroking your thumbs against her soft skin gently.

Tess had given you a slight nod of consent before you leaned in, just lightly brushing your lips against hers, your eyes fluttering shut as you pulled her in close. You teased her for a moment before fully pressing your lips against hers.

Much to everyone’s surprise, Tess kissed you back as she reached up, threading her fingers through your hair.

The kiss lasted all of 30 seconds as you bit down on her lower lip, tugging it out with your teeth before gently releasing it.

Tess had given you one last peck before she pulled back, grabbing what was left of her glass and tossed it down her throat.

“Fuck, I see why you like her so much Miller. She’s a damn fuckin good kisser.”

Joel was looking right at you as he spoke, nodding his head.

“Mhm. She damn well is. Don’t go gettin’ any ideas about stealin’ my girl Tess. She’s all mine, and I don’t take kindly to sharin’.”

You were used to Joel’s possessive nature by now. You lived through it. For some reason, hearing him say ‘my girl’ did something to you. You were absolutely counting down the minutes till Tess and Bea would leave so that you could have Joel all to yourself.

A few more rounds were played, much to Joel’s disapproval. You had ended up kissing Tess a couple more times and when you had slid into her lap at one point, Joel had enough. You could tell he was jealous just by the clench of his jaw, the furrow of his brows and the way he clutched the whiskey glass in his fist. You were afraid if he held it any tighter, the glass would surely break.

Whoops.

Tess and Bea got the memo pretty quick and had left after you crawled out her lap, an innocent look stricken across your pretty face.

“Did ya enjoy yourself sweetheart?” Joel was absentmindedly spinning the bottle now, his gaze falling on you.

“Mhm. Best, ‘we’re so glad the knife didn’t go deeper’ party ever.”

“Mmm. Thought so. You really liked kissin’ on Tess like that huh? You gonna save any of that for me?”

You were leaned back on your elbows as you looked over at him, an eyebrow raised in a suggestive manner.

“You jealous or something cowboy? You looked to be enjoying yourself as well. How about you take a final spin? See if you get lucky tonight.”

“Mmm. I ain’t got nothin’ to be jealous about when I know I get you at the end of the night.”

He spun the bottle once and watched it land facing you. You could both feel the air getting thick with tension. The chemistry was absolutely sizzling, sending all the warning signs that it was about to explode.

“Guess you are getting lucky tonight.”

Joel didn’t even have a moment to respond before you were in his lap, straddling his hips. The tension had shattered when he immediately grasped your hips between his rough, calloused palms. He bunched the thin fabric of your t-shirt up so he could finally touch your warm skin, he felt the goosebumps rising already.

“C’mon pretty girl. Kiss me already, please. You gonna make me beg ya?” He drawled.

You loved having Joel beneath you like this and at your mercy. You loved the way he looked up at you with his deep, puppy dog brown eyes. His lips were held in a slight pout as you brushed your thumb across his lower lip, watching as he nibbled on the tip of your finger.

God, submissive Joel was so fucking sexy.

You leaned down, grabbing his face in your hands before you finally kissed him, slotting your lips together as you held control of the situation. You knew it would only for a short moment before he’d take over. He lowly mumbled against your lips, your tongues tangled, teeth clashing.

“How do you want me tonight baby? You want it sweet? Rough? Filthy?”

He slid his hands up the expanse of your back, his fingers splayed out against your skin.

“All of the above, cowboy. I fucking want it all.”

He flipped you over onto your back with ease, yanking you down so you were underneath him. He was gripping your chin between his fingers, while his thumb brushed against your lower lip. Now you were looking up at him, anticipating his next move, while you wrapped your lips around the tip of his thumb, eyelashes fluttering. The sight of you beneath him, looking so needy, so pretty for him, had his cock twitching in his jeans.

“Look at you baby. You look so fuckin pretty for me honey. Fuck. Don’t look at me with those eyes. Y’know what those things do to me? Fuckin’ got me meltin’ like putty.” His Texas accent was thick, warm, deep, and it settled deliciously between your legs. You were aching for him already.

“Joel. Baby, please. C’mon.”

“Shh. I know, pretty girl. Gonna treat you real good, okay? You know I will. I got you, you got me. Now wrap your legs ‘round me. Ain’t gonna fuck you on the floor. Next time, Kay sugar? Want you on the bed.”

Joel didn’t have to ask you twice as you wrapped your thighs around his hips while he lifted you up into his arms with ease, grasping you by the outside of your thighs.

He managed to reattach his lips to yours while he carried you down the hall, using his hip to push open your shared bedroom. You only had a moment to breathe when he had tossed you onto the mattress. Your lips were swollen, and your face flushed as you watched him pull his shirt over his head with one hand.

It easily was one of the sexiest things a man could do. Even more sexy because Joel Miller was your man. Your fellow, your guy.

You let out a soft, heart clenching giggle as he crawled on top of you, peppering your face with warm kisses. His beard lightly scraped at your skin but you didn’t mind. You fucking loved it.

“Fuckin’ damn near lost my mind when you kissed Tess like that. Fuckin’ filthy of you to climb in her lap. What would have happened if I wasn’t in the room? Hmm sweet girl? Bet you woulda kept goin’.”

His kisses moved from your face to your jaw, and down your neck. He was sucking greedily at your tender flesh. His teeth, lips and tongue worked in a steady flow as he left his marks upon you. He loved the way you would grip his hair, and scrape your nails against his scalp. The feeling had his eyes rolling back into his skull.

“Joel..” you whimpered out his name as he continued to mark you up.

“Yeah, baby? Is it too much? Want me to stop?” He mumbled against your skin. His fingers were pushing your shirt back up, exposing more of your skin. His fingertips lightly brushed against your navel.

“Don’t stop, please. I need more. Joel, baby give me more.”

“Needy little thing for me, huh? Don’t want me to take my time with ya? Mmm..I think you can be a little patient, right sweet girl?”

“Touch me or so help me god—“

His fingers were at the waistband of your jeans, he had popped the button open and was now toying with the zipper.

He loved holding you over the edge like this.

“What’re gonna do about it if I don’t give you what you want, honey? C’mon. Be a good girl for me.”

You let out a frustrated huff, a whine slipping past your throat because you were that fucking desperate for his touch. You absolutely craved it.

“Joel, please. Want you, want your fingers, your tongue. Want it all, please. Please just fucking touch me.”

He chuckled while he slowly dragged your zipper down, slipping his fingers between the waistband of your jeans and your panties.

“Mmm. Well, since you said please…”

He brushed his fingers against your clit, watching as your pretty lips fell open and he drank it all in.

“Take your shirt off for me, sugar. Play with your pretty tits while I play with your pussy, Kay? Fuckin’ wet for me already. Absolutely drippin.’ That for me, or Tess?”

“Both.” You deadpanned as you wasted no time to lift your shirt above your head, tossing it to the side.

Joel couldn’t help but lean down and wrap his lips around one of your peaked buds as he sank his teeth against the sensitive skin, causing your body to jolt up slightly.

He had used his free hand, that wasn’t teasing you, to push your jeans down your legs. He yanked them down past your ankles, along with your panties.

All it took was for him to tap your thigh lightly and you were spreading your legs for him as if on command.

Damn him.

“Absolutely fuckin filthy. Look at you baby. Drippin’ for me, and Tess.”

He was teasing your slick folds, watching your face the entire time, with intensity. He watched your mouth go slack when he had slowly slipped in two of his fingers, pumping them slowly. He loved the way your eyes rolled back when he curled them against the soft, spongy texture of your walls.

Your moans filled the small room deliciously. He couldn’t wait to have you screaming so loud, the neighbors and patrolling FEDRA fucks would be able to hear you from outside.

“Feels good, huh baby? I gotta have a taste. Will you let me, sweet girl? Will you let me have a taste of your pretty little pussy?”

You grabbed his face, roughly pulling him down to you by his chin. You kissed him hard, tasting the smooth whiskey on his tongue, knocking the air out of your lungs and his. “Have a taste, cowboy.”

You pulled away from the searing kiss, your fingers still wrapped around his soft curls as you guided his head down, with zero hesitation.

“Fuckin’ don’t have to ask me twice.” He gruffly responded as he dragged his lips down your navel, scooting himself lower, on his knees. He used his free hand to yank you closer to him, holding his hand down against your stomach firmly with his arm wrapped around you, locking you in place.

He wasted no time to press a kiss to your aching cunt, dragging his tongue across your clit as he continued to curl his fingers. The combination was mind-numbing.

He had you moaning his name as if it was a fucking prayer. Each swipe of his tongue, each time he hit that spot that had you seeing stars, your moans would rise an octave. All for him. Your fellow, your guy.

“Sound so fuckin pretty for me baby. So fuckin pretty.” He mumbled against you, his mouth full of your pussy.

“F-f—fuck Joel. I’m—fuck. So good baby. So fuckin good.”

“Don’t come for me yet honey. Not yet, I know, sweet girl. Don’t give in.”

His beard was slightly scraping against your inner thighs, he shook his head back and forth, causing his nose to bump against your aching clit and your thighs to close in around his head. He surely had deep scratches along his scalp from how hard you were digging your nails into him.

“J—Joel! Fuck—stop! Stop! I can’t—baby I can’t hold on much longer!

His tongue was fiercely lapping at you now, your thighs squeezing, trembling around his head. You never thought the overwhelming euphoria would end till he lifting his mouth from you. His beard, and lips were coated in your arousal. His pupils darkened as he looked up at you.

Your other hand was toying with your breasts, pinching the sensitive nubs between your fingers as you panted, catching your breath as you looked down at your lover.

“Can I have a taste, please?” You breathed out.

He slipped his fingers out, they were coated in your arousal as he sat up on his knees, bringing them down to your lips, smearing them with your cum before he slipped them in. He watched as you wrapped your lips around his fingers, dragging your tongue across the ridges, your eyes fiercely locked on his.

“So fuckin’ pretty for me. You like the way you taste baby? You taste so fuckin’ sweet darlin’.”

He slipped his fingers out slowly, replacing them with his lips as he kissed you hard. Slipping his tongue past your lips with ease. There was something so erotic about you and him tasting your cum together.

You hear the sound of his belt clanking, his jeans dragging down his legs as he rid himself of his clothes, tossing them onto the floor with yours.

You were already pulling him in as close as possible when you felt his tip pressing against the side of your thigh, while his other hand was firmly wrapped around the headboard.

“Gonna scream for me darlin.’? Gonna let the neighbors fuckin’ know you’re mine?” He had detached his lips from yours, momentarily. His forehead gently resting against yours as he dragged his tip against your slick folds, letting out a low hiss.

“Loud enough that they’re gonna think I’m getting murdered, cowboy.”

“Mmm. That’s exactly what I fuckin like to hear. You ready baby? I got you, you got me.”

Joel always knew how to get your heart skipping a beat, and the butterflies in your stomach flapping. Even when you were fucking.

“I got you, you got me.” You let out a soft sigh when he slowly pressed into you, you loved the way he filled you up to the brim, each time. He stretched you deliciously. Nothing about Joel Miller was small, and you fucking loved it.

“Fuckin’ hell. So tight for me. So fuckin tight. Goddamn. Don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to being buried inside this pretty pussy. Grippin’ me so well. So good for me baby.” Joel praised you as he sank into your warmth.

His pubic bone was nudging yours. That’s how deep he was enveloped inside you.

Just where he always wanted to be.

“S’okay? Feelin’ good honey?’ He pressed a kiss to your jaw, nipping lightly at your chin as he dipped his head down.

You nodded, glancing down at where your bodies were connected while you brought your arms around his neck, threading your fingers through the back of his hair.

“S’good baby.”

He let out a breath of air as he drew his hips back before thrusting them forward, he repeated this motion a few more times, listening to the sound his hips would make when they smacked against your skin.

You brought your leg around his hip, digging the heel of your foot into his ass, pushing him in deeper as he started to pick up the pace, his jaw going slack as you clenched around him.

The headboard was smacking against the wall, the shitty mattress squeaking beneath the weight of his thrusts.

The room was thick in the stench of sex, and two lovers in the middle of it all.

Joel’s groans entwined with your moans as he rammed into you. His fingers were holding onto your hip so tightly, you surely would have bruises in the morning.

“That’s it baby doll. Takin’ me so fuckin’ good. Always so good for me baby. Fuckin’ can stay buried in you all fuckin’ night. Drunk off this pretty little pussy. Drunk off you darlin’.” His words came out jagged, in between groans as he dipped his head down to capture your lips once more.

Your tongues tied, teeth clashing, senses on overdrive.

This is where you always wanted to be.

His thrusts grew sloppy, uncoordinated as he came close to hitting his high. In the midst of his peaking orgasm, Joel was always attentive to make sure you got there before him. So it came as no surprise when he had released your hip from his harsh grip, and brought his hand down between where your bodies were connected and rubbed his thumb against your clit.

“That’s it, pretty girl. So fuckin close. You gonna cum for me honey? C’mon, I’ve got you. You’re safe. C’mon baby, let go!”

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you came around him, clenching around his thick cock as your thighs quivered, and shook. He came shortly after you, his body shuttering as his orgasm rippled through him. He groaned out your name, his own personal prayer as he came undone, collapsing into your arms in a sweaty heap.

You both laughed as you came to your senses. Your fingers were gently playing with his sweaty hair, his cheek was pressed against your chest, his eyes blissfully closed. He refused to move, even as he went soft inside of you, his cum dripping down your thighs. You both felt safe here in each other's arms.

“That’s the last time you’re gonna say no to playing spin the bottle with me, right?” You whispered, your eyes closed as you rested your chin against the top of his sweat soaked head.

He hummed, bringing his arms around you, holding you close. “Mmm. Never gonna say no to you again baby. Never again.”

He was too tired to move, you were spent as well, so it came natural for him to fall asleep inside of you. Notched together, bodies entwined, right where you both always wanted to be.

[s0merand0midi0t]

A few others shared their RWBY x FNF so I'm sharing my other idea (Yes it's gonna involve sonic.exe cause why not)

Friday night funkin': Team Rwby Tussle

General idea is this: Boyfriend and Girlfriend are in the kingdom of atlas *For safety reasons let's say Volume 7 ep 6-14 and the ENTIRETY of Volume 8 NEVER. HAPPENED. EVERRRRR....Okay? Okay. Okay? Okay. Back to the post* walking around casually looking for a place to eat , not really paying attention to their surroundings. As they're walking they just so happen to bump into team RWBY who was doing the exact same thing and then the dialogue starts.

*BGM*:

Dialogue *I know bf and gf don't have canonical names but for the sake of this. They will,alright?!*:

*Keith and Cherry are walking down town and talking to each other*

*cut to team RWBY who was also walking while ruby was talking*

R: So then I was like *Fake gunshot and fighting noise*

*The others laugh*

R: But that's not even the best of it! Then after that i-

*Ruby and Keith bump into each other*

R: Gah!

K: Ah!

*They both fall back*

Both: Ow!(Beep!)What the hell?!(Bop Beep Bo?!)

*Team WBY and Cherry look at the 2*

R: Yo! What-!

*Ruby looks up*

R: Oh geez. Sorry, I kinda got wrapped up in my stories again

C: Oh don't worry w-

C: Hang on...don't I recognize y'all?

*The team looked confused*

Blake: what do you mean?

*Keith got up and looked them*

K: Bee(Hey)...Beep Skedibo da bo!(Hey wait a second!)

K: *Clears throat* Aren't you 4...You're team RWBY right?!

*Everyone looked shocked*

Yang: You recognize us?!

C: Recognize?

C: We're big fans of you 4!

B: Really?

W: Huh...we have fans

*Keith Chuckles then gets an idea*

K: Hey since we've ran into each other.

K: Would you 4 be willing to do rap battle with me?

*they looked shocked*

W: Well

B: I dunno about that...

R: Oh come on guys! They're fans of ours!

R: Besides,this day's been booooriiiing! All we've been doing is walking around all day!

Y: Hmmm...she is right.

Y: Maybe a rap battle would liven things up a little!

W: Well I AM musically inclined

B: Ehhh...Alright you've convinced me.

*Ruby Smiles*

R: We accept your offer...uh..what's your name exactly?

K: The names "Keith .XML"!

R: Weird last name but alright *Ahem* We accept your offer Keith .XML!

R: Let's do this!

K: Yeah!

*End of dialogue*

Aaaand that's the dialogue!

I'd add more but I'm not typing out more scenes

MOD ITSELF NOW:

Week name:

RWBY Rumble

(Week 1)

Song list:

Ruby:

Red Rose

Petal burst

Weiss:

Reflection

Ice cold

Blake:

Shadows

Kitty claws

Yang:

(phase 1 Calm) Firecracker

(Phase 2 Angry) Solar flare

Gimmicks (Mod charts):

Ruby- Fast but predictable (Lane moves + SS and speeds up every time you miss and resets everytime you die)

Weiss- Summons can mess with your notes (Pull notes back or cover them)

Blake- Normal scroll speed but is unpredictable every time you lose (Can fake out her arrow placements)

Yang- (phase 1 calm) Double notes and some triple notes

(Phase 2 angry) either a note mechanic or dodge mechanic from ember celica

Cover songs:

Shotgun shell and Parasite (Entity/Agoti)- Yang

Worship and Prominade (MFM/Entity)- Weiss

HairBall and Headache (Kapi/Garcello)- Blake

TicTacFoe and Technicolor Tussle (Mangige matches/Indie Cross)- Ruby

Spectral and Ballistic(Vs Retrospecter/Whitty)- angry yang

Challenge-EDD (Fnf online)- Ruby feat. Cinder as Eduardo

Athazagoraphobia- Team RWBY V. Legion

AND MORE! (That I won't name)

Bonus songs:

Grimm- Salem

Bull horns- Adam

Sunbeam- Sun

NOW FOR THE SONIC.EXE PART!

Y'know how In FNFever they have 2 sections? One for normal songs and one for Halloween ones? It's that but it's a section for normal songs and a section for cover songs. The sonic.exe portion of the mod however is it's own separate mod.

I've got no new names for the specific songs, I've got some names for team rwby tho (Check out my Triple trouble team rwby post for info about that):

Blueflame yang- vol 5-6 Yang as fleetway

Miss B- vol 5-6 Blake as lord X

Yenk- Vol 1 yang as sanic

Fakerose- Vol 1 ruby as faker

Wess- vol 1 Weiss as sunky

Penny doll- vol 1-3 penny as tails doll

And more!

Mod references (in terms of remixes):

Arrowfunk

D-sides

B3

Neo

Corruption (not pibby)

Soft

Crystalized

Mad com

BG references:

Mods (like starlight mayhem, rising volume, madness combat)

Camp camp ref

RvB ref(which I've never seen)

Nomad of no where(Which I've also never seen)

There's more but let me know what y'all think.

[cotccotc]

aria’s love & letter / idol pic exchange hehe 💗

subject: to make your ask box a better place <3

contents: hyunjin pics!!

note from sender: hi v!! i hope you had a restful holiday season and a happy new year!! i hope you’ve had an amazing week this week, and here are some hyunjin pics as a well wish for next week!

random question before i head off to send more love mail <3: what are three songs you have on repeat/are currently obsessed with?

— your twinkie bub 🍓

HI BUBBBB omg i haven’t done a Hoshi Time™️ in so long !!

hi hiiiii i hope you’ve been doing well too ! ur messages always make me smile :) have a great week !

OOH omg … probably “1984” by glaive, “howl” by the technicolors, and “kickstart my heart” by mötley crüe KSJD (i recently watched the movie “the dirt” so i might be entering a glam metal phase …… pls disregard)

hbu !!

— your victorian twinkie pal 💞

[taww]

First Take Review: Valvet Soulshine Preamplifier & A4 Mk.II Amplifier

I stumbled upon the Valvet brand fairly randomly. Looking back at my original email to Alfred Kainz of highend-electronics, Valvet’s US distributor, it appears I caught wind of the niche German marque via a review of their E2 amplifier ($2,990) on 10audio.com. In it, Jerry Siegel compared it with some very well-respected solid state and tube competition - Pass, First Watt, Cary - and came away smitten with the musicality of the little 20-watter. I perused the rest of the Valvet line and was immediately drawn to how it blended sleek, unassuming styling with a focus on tried and true design approaches. Tube preamps with solid state amps (no Class D in sight), super quality passive parts, minimalist Class A and single-ended topologies, all in urban-lifestyle friendly packaging... Valvet was speaking my language. The relative obscurity of the brand (at least here in the States) and lack of online reviews only added to the intrigue. A review was clearly in order, and Alfred was kind enough to oblige us with the Soulshine tube preamp ($5,890 in the configuration we received) and A4 Mk.II monoblock amplifier ($7,890). 

Alfred provided this description of the company:

Valvet is located in Bargteheide, in the north of Germany, near Hamburg. What we have here is a very consistent vision by designer Knut Cornils in design and execution. Knut founded the company in 1991 and has been building Class-A amps since 1982. Knut has evolved a distinctive architecture of Class-A modules using high-quality components in minimal designs, featuring valve pre-amplifiers with separate power supply and solid-state mono-block power amplifiers.

Valvet Soulshine Tube Preamp ($5,890)

The Soulshine is Valvet’s top preamplifier line and comes in a number of configurations. The model we received is a line stage and includes a compact external power supply and stepped attenuator with remote control. Recently, two further upgrades became available: the Soulshine IIz ($8,890) featuring a dual-mono external supply, and the Soulshine Trio ($10,990) with built-in phono stage and quad supplies. @mgd-taww​ has the full review of our base configuration coming out imminently, but I'll share some observations from my time with the unit.

I really dug the sleek look of the Soulshine - super slender, with a minimalist front panel sporting two polished chrome knobs, a 2-digit volume display and the Valvet "V" softly glowing in blue. There's zero panel markings, which makes input selection a bit of a guessing game, and slightly odd is the fact that the free-spinning volume knob (it's a rotary encoder for the electronically-controlled attenuator) has a dimple to indicate position, despite it being completely uncorrelated with the actual volume setting. The attenuator itself works extremely well - volume control is a bit on the coarser side, definitely not 1dB across the range, but adjustments are quick, smooth and noiseless other than the gentle clicking of the internal relays. Best of all, the outputs are quickly muted to eliminate any possibility of transients on power-up or turn-off which can be a real hazard with tube designs. The back-panel features 4 inputs - 2 balanced XLR, 2 unbalanced RCA - and both RCA and XLR outputs. The power supply is external, connected with a light, flexible and detachable umbilical cord. Under the hood, the circuit is simple and the parts are high quality, with relatively neat hand-soldered point-to-point wiring (Teflon-sleeved silver in our model). Like any tube component, it'll need some room to breath, but it generates a fairly moderate amount of heat and will fit in shelves with less clearance than typical tube pre's with tall chassis and upright tubes.

Tonally I found the Valvet to be fairly nondescript, and I mean that in the best possible way. There is just a hint of extra juice in the mid-bass, and the low end isn't as extended and tightly-controlled as the solid-state Bryston BP-17 Cubed ($4,500), but otherwise things felt quite neutral and in order - another example of the convergence of tube and solid state tonality over time. The top end had clarity and extension and there was neither the upper-midrange forwardness nor the rolled-off treble that one sometimes gets with tubes.

What it did have was a uniquely singing tone in the midrange that made it particularly expressive with soft melodic passages. E.g. on a performance of the Rachmaninoff Romance by cellist Alicia Weilerstein [Tidal], a passionate rendition of the theme is followed by a pianissimo echo. Through the Soulshine, the delicate passage sounded wonderfully quiet and intimate, yet still expressive; on the Bryston it came across a bit threadbare and pale. Every once in a while this could also come across as a bit of thickening, like just a dash too much cornstarch in the sauce - e.g. with Magdalena Kozena's Mozart arias, the ethereal floatiness of her voice came across slightly more opaque than I heard with the Pass Labs XP10. Tradeoffs, tradeoffs...

Bryston BP-17 Cubed, Valvet Soulshine and Pass Labs XP10 locked in battle

I (or more accurately, my wife and I) heard a bit more editorializing going on with harmonics and timbre. One late evening I was playing some tunes on the Soulshine, Beethoven Symphony No. 2 to be precise, and my wife commented that the orchestra sounded rather sharp (pitch-wise) and nasal. Normally this is how American woodwind players describe European ensembles (who do indeed tune their A's higher and use totally different technique, reeds and often instruments). But in this case, it was a Montreal Symphony performance which she never previously commented on sounding particularly European. Switching back to one of the solid state pre's (the Bryston or Pass XP10) restored the expected timbre - her ears are particularly sensitive, and I can only surmise she was picking up on harmonic distortion being introduced by the tubed Soulshine. I could hear it as well, but to me it was pretty mild, and probably 99% of people won't notice it to the same degree.

The other area where THD may be coming into play is soundstaging. The Valvet has a healthy dose of that holographic tube feel, suspending instruments across a deep, airy and three-dimensional space... so much so that my wife actually felt the sound to be “too 3D,” something I doubt you’ll ever hear an audiophile say. Nelson Pass under his First Watt enterprise shared a design for a very simple 2nd-order harmonic distortion generator, called the H2, as a fun way to add some color to sound. He made this interesting observation about the phase of such distortion:

So why is the phase important? Well, it's a subtle thing. I don't suppose everyone can hear it, and fewer particularly care, but from listening tests we learn that there is a tendency to interpret negative phase 2nd as giving a deeper soundstage and improved localization than otherwise. Positive phase seems to put the instruments and vocals closer and a little more in-your-face with enhanced detail.

My sense was that the Soulshine adds more of the “negative phase” second harmonic - it has that deep holographic stage, without sounding up front and “technicolor” as some tube designs are wont to. Again, to my wife’s ears this effect sounded a little phasey and unrealistic, but I’m guessing many audiophiles will eat it up.

Some other notable and positive aspects of the Soulshine... it's extremely quiet, with nice black backgrounds. In fact, I found it to be nearly dead silent even when cranked to max volume, and considerably quieter than the Bryston which always had some level of audible hiss. Dynamics were strong, the Bryston capturing big hits in the bottom end with more slam and edge, the Valvet otherwise having more verve and nuance - piano in particular had great weight and presence on crescendi. There was a sense of ease, with plenty of headroom even on the loudest, most cacophonous orchestral passages, though I did find dynamics varied a bit with the volume setting, a likely consequence of placing the attenuator after the tube gain stages thus creating variable output impedance. Separation of instruments was excellent - whether listening to a small chamber ensemble or symphony orchestra, tonally-adjacent voices like viola vs. second violin came through with clarity and color. And while lesser preamps can blur the region below middle C (262Hz) into a bit of a soupy blend, the Soulshine clearly distinguished the lower registers of the cello from the left hand of piano accompaniment on sonatas.

All in all, the Soulshine struck me as a lovely and enjoyable preamp. Musically expressive and pure, it was significantly more engaging than the Bryston BP-17 Cubed, and made for an interesting counterpoint to the Pass Labs XP10 ($5,250 before being replaced by the XP12). I didn’t mention the Pass so far as @mgd-taww also uses the XP10 as his reference preamp, so I’ll let him do the honors of an in-depth comparison in his coming review.

Valvet A4 Mk.II Class A Monoblock amplifier ($7,890)

The A4 represents the 2nd generation of Valvet’s original Class A monoblock design, the A3.5. This latest “Mk.II” iteration includes 33% larger power transformers (400W), more filtering (132,000µF each!) and upgraded parts throughout including audiophile-brand resistors and cotton-insulated silver wiring. Allegedly this brings the performance of the Mk.II closer to Valvet's flagship A4e ($9,890), a souped-up 4-chassis model with larger external power supplies and a bit more power. Despite the Class A design, the A4 is downright petite, each monoblock measuring just 230 x 110 x 310 mm (9 x 4.4 x 12.2 inches) but feeling hefty and solid - I don’t have the weight on me, but you’ll definitely want to firmly grasp each one with two hands. Power is rated at 55 watts/8Ω, 90 watts/4Ω in full Class A operation. In what seems to be a new craze (Pass Labs XA25 and models from GamuT come to mind), the output stage uses a single pair of high-power transistors per channel, and the signal path is direct-coupled with no global negative feedback.

My first night with the A4 ended in disaster. I still don't know what happened - my best guess is a wire got crossed in the hookup to my REL T-9 subwoofer - but upon powering up one of the monoblocks, sparks, a small flame and smoke ensued. Clearly something shorted out somewhere, and the A4 being a true minimalist design with zero protection circuitry means any mishap can end in catastrophe. Fortunately no human, animal or other device was harmed, but after weeks of anticipation to hear the amps, I was heartbroken. In my desperation, I listened a bit to one speaker through the other functioning amp, just to get a taste... and even from that crippled mono reproduction, I could already tell there was something very sweet and special about the A4, which made my misfortune even more agonizing.

Alfred Kainz was extremely understanding and had the amps shipped back to Knut @ Valvet for repair. A while later I got them back, and this time I completely steered clear of the REL hookup, instead feeding the subwoofer from my preamp just to be safe. The amps have worked absolutely flawlessly since so the only lesson here is to be extremely careful setting them up, which the manual also states very clearly...

With that out of the way... I think these are some very special amps. While I've heard Class A amps plenty of times in other systems, it's my first time having one in my own, and it was easy to hear from the first notes what all the fuss is about. There's a purity and density of tone, a freedom from electronic haze and grain, a fluidity of expression that's subtle in absolute terms but significant in visceral ones. Great Class A amps have given me the feeling of emancipating music from the chains of typical solid-state limitations, making Class AB (and certainly Class D) designs sound synthetic and mechanical by comparison. The Valvet is delightfully expressive, sweet and pure, with an honest and unforced way of capturing the warmth and beauty of a performance. The Bryston 4B Cubed, a 300W Class AB powerhouse, impressed me with how it carried some of these lovely qualities to a surprising degree, but the Valvet communicates with a higher level of musical connection and tactile presence.

At times, I've heard Class A amps come off a bit dark and slow vs. a very transparent Class AB design. I hear no such issues with the Valvet - in fact, it has all the speed of the Bryston 4B3, with even more dynamic alacrity and nuance. Twists and turns of a phrase are conveyed with uninhibited momentum. Its highs are as sweet and refined as I’ve heard in my system, but with no sacrifice of brilliance. Vocals have richness and complexity, and the variegated harmonics of the violin and oboe have startling trueness. And while it doesn't have the big Bryston's bass slam and depth, it still packs plenty enough wallop to be satisfying with rock and electronic fare. The Mk.II upgrades included a significant stiffening of the power supply, seemingly to good effect - close your eyes, and you would never guess you were listening to an amp rated at just 55 watts. It's by no means a current monster so I would stick with at least moderately-efficient speakers that don’t dip too low in impedance, but I’ve heard 150-watt amps that don’t have this level of control and explosiveness. Certainly compared to a 60-watt integrated like the Ayre AX7e or Bryston B60, the Valvet sounds like a powerhouse.

I'll have much more to say about this wonderful amplifier in the coming months. One of the things I'll need to work on is getting some good comparisons on hand (the Pass XA25 and XA30.8 come to mind). And I have a much larger, 3.5-way reference speaker on order which will stress the Valvet's drive and current capability far more than my current 2-way monitors. In the meantime, if you value beautiful, engaging yet truthful reproduction, I strongly recommend an audition of the Valvet A4 Mk.II - it's captivated me enough to earn a long-term home in my system.

[thevalicemultiverse]

🌌 How are you doing?

Forgotten Vows!Victor: [holding his sketchbook] Fine -- just working on a new drawing of a butterfly.

Secundus!Victor: [holding a caterpillar, grinning] Checking on my latest experiment! This one's part of a new strain of bioluminescent butterflies -- should glow orange instead of yellow.

Catch Us!Victor: [wiping the blood off his straight razor] Well, Alice and I just ended the life of another arse who preys on the weak and innocent, so I'm doing well, but I do need to run very soon.

Cuddlepile!Victor: [holding some popcorn] Great -- it's movie night! We're having a Ghostbusters marathon in just a moment!

Inevitable High School!Victor: [being towed along by a small pack of dogs] I may have overbooked this particular Saturday! Heel! Heel!

Aperture!Victor: [doodling unflattering pictures of Cave Johnson on a clipboard] How do you think I'm doing? Just another day in "paradise..."

Londerland Bloodlines!Victor: [looking maybe a bit too happy for someone who is licking blood off his lips] Alice just gave me my blood for the fortnight, so I'm doing wonderful, thank you for asking.

Fallout!Victor: [working on his Two-Shot combat rifle] No one's shooting me right now, and I just found a whole pack of duct tape in that house over there, so life is pretty good at this moment.

Technicolor Phase!Victor: [painting a picture on an easel] Lovely -- just doing some painting. It's a lot easier now that I can see more of the colors.

Valicer In The Dark!Victor: [studying a vial of electroplasm] Trying to figure out how I infuse this into a butterfly...if I can just crack it, I could so much good with that greenhouse down the road...

[friday-project-aied-blog]

Hello! Here is the video link of my project/testing phase/interview and staging the action !!!!!!!! !!!! !!!! !!!!!!!!!

The video also outlines the reference to the black&white feeling of life (reality for the victims of abusive relationships) and the “full colors”, I like to call it technicolor virtual world of emotions. Apparently the victims can really have this feelings of seeing the life related to this monotony vs. powerful vivid tension, after/before relation. There is therefore a comic-strip/full colored contrast quality vs. reality images. 

Also I say “staging the action” because my action as I discussed about it with Olle last class is a solo action or with one person of confidence, and more likely in the space where the objects are displayed usually, so maybe the “home”. But first, after the interviewed where I choose to NOT film the action of smash by Lina and Savine, to give her full privacy, I though I wanted, to understand my project better and to visuals it, to have a “staging part” where the action is filmed in a decorum, unreal but graphic and pictured.

[thevalicemultiverse]

(To Technicolor Phase)

Have you guys started to notice a pattern with the other verses?

Technicolor Phase

Alice: That everyone in those universes are able to just see all colors, no strings attached? Yes, it's become rather obvious. Do we know what to make of it? Not really. I don't think we can change the rules of how our world works.

Victoria: It is very odd, though -- to know there's worlds where you can't just tell that someone is going to be important to you. You can only guess.

Emily: Mmmm...though I am annoyed that, even in worlds where he doesn't have the benefit of giving me a color to make me think he's my true love, Barkis can still trick me into running off with him.

Victoria: [pats her shoulder] At least it doesn't seem to be every one?

Emily: [huffs] Still...

[thevalicemultiverse]

Technicolor Phase meets Valicer In The Dark

Valicer In The Dark Victor: You -- really couldn't see blue until you met Emily? It's one of my favorite colors.

Technicolor Phase Victor: It's one of mine too now, but -- look, I don't know why it works so differently for my world. I'm still trying to wrap my head around realities where you just don't automatically know that someone will be important to you.

VITD Alice: It would be useful information, yes... [looks at her counterpart] But it doesn't sound like it helped you or Lizzie with Bumby.

TP Alice: Unfortunately not. The one problem with the colors is that it doesn't specify how someone is going to be important to you.

TP Emily: Exactly -- I got blue from Barkis, and I thought that meant he was my true love, not that he was going to murder me.

VITD Smiler: It does seem like an imperfect system...we're all very sorry about what happened to you. Would it help to know that our version of you burned him up with an electroplasm bomb after stopping him from killing Victoria?

TP Emily: ...it does a little, honestly.

TP Victoria: Mmmm -- I hope he's receiving his just punishment while Emily went on to her great reward.

VITD Victor, Alice, and Smiler: [look at each other awkwardly] Um...

[ten seconds later]

TP Victoria: WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THERE'S NO AFTERLIFE ANYMORE?!

[thevalicemultiverse]

Cuddlepile meets Technicolor Phase

Technicolor Phase Victor: Goodness -- so there's nine of you involved?

Cuddlepile Victor: At maximum, yes. Some of us are more involved in each other's lives than others -- Preston and Piper do their own thing a lot, and Victoria and Emily are much more part of Richard and Christopher's lives than I am -- but we are all together. [chuckles] Richard made a flowchart at one point.

TP Victor: [laughs] I'd like to see that...still, nine people! I still wonder how I ended up with three women who love me... [smiles] I can only imagine how bright and colorful your world is, though.

CP Victor: [smiles back] Oh, it's certainly very colorful with Smiler involved! But I do love being a part of such a wonderful group.

TP Victor: I'm sure. So -- what colors did they give you? I'm imagining Smiler had to be yellow -- unless you got it from Lord Barkis, same as me, which, I'm hoping not...

CP Victor: ...what?

[one explanation of how color vision works in the Technicolor Phase universe later]

CP Victor: Wait, so -- you couldn't see the color blue until you met Emily? Or red until you met Victoria? Or green until Alice?!

TP Victor: Of course! Because they were important to me! How do you tell when someone is important to you when you can just see all colors all the time?!

CP Victor: Getting to know them?

[thevalicemultiverse]

🌌

If you were to meet a higher power, something or someone that knew everything and could answer any question you had regardless of how personal or specific it is, what would you ask it?

Forgotten Vows!Alice: Could I have saved my family that night if I hadn't retreated to Wonderland in a panic after seeing Bumby and mistaking him for a monster?

Secundus!Alice: Could the accident in the library have been avoided if one of us had thought to take Dinah upstairs?

Catch Us!Alice: Why the hell do people like Bumby and Barkis have to exist?

Cuddlepile!Alice: If they had survived, do you think my family would have liked my partners?

Inevitable High School!Alice: Is our principal ever going to be arrested for all the bullshit that happens in this school?

Aperture!Alice: What's the best time for me and Victor to try and make our escape from this hellhole?

Londerland Bloodlines!Alice: ...does Victor really love me, or is that just the blood bond talking?

Fallout!Alice: Was there any chance of stopping the bombs dropping, or was nuclear war truly inevitable?

Technicolor Phase!Alice: So, why do we suddenly start seeing specific colors whenever we meet anyone important to us? And why does that have to include people who are important to us in a bad way?

Valicer In The Dark!Alice: Do you know how to fix what the hell happened to prevent people passing on, so whatever's left of my sister doesn't have to be destroyed?

[thevalicemultiverse]

Hatter: Coffee or Tea?

Gryphon: Coffee.

Hatter: Wrong! It's Tea!

Alice: ...sorry, I'm still trying to wrap my head around the idea that any of the Wonderlanders could prefer coffee. I'm not sure I've ever had coffee. Perhaps I should try it for Gryphon's sake?

[thevalicemultiverse]

Always the bridesmaid, never the maid’s bride.

Emily: Now you're making me wish that I had run away with the maid instead of Barkis that cold night. Might have turned out better. [looks out across the Vale of Tears, where Victor and Alice are sitting under a tree, watching as Victoria tries to befriend a Mock Sparrow, and smiles] Then again, things ended up turning out pretty well here in the end.

[thevalicemultiverse]

Walrus: And that’s how I lost my legs!

Gryphon: Walrus, you’re a seal.

Walrus:*looks down at his flippers* Oh!

Alice: [rubbing her forehead] You have been spending way too much time around Carpenter and his ridiculous stories.

[thevalicemultiverse]

Hatter: What day is it?

Hare: Thursday.

Hatter: Really? Feels like Tuesday.

Hare: Tuesday has no feel. Monday has a feel. Friday has a feel. Sunday has a feel.

Hatter: I feel Tuesday and Wednesday.

Gryphon: Alright, shut up, the both of you.

Emily: [observing this from another section of the tea table] And for me, no day of the week has a feel at all because you do rather lose track of time when you're dead. [pause] And honestly, I haven't really been keeping track of it in Wonderland either.

Alice: They haven't either -- it's actually Friday.