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catastrophic-crow · 7 months

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gods i love wired headphones. love having headphones with a headphone jack (and thus a replaceable cable) and no other way of playing music. love 10 foot long audio cables. love dedicated usb DACs. love headphones that are designed primarily for long-term listening comfort and don't need to have extra bulk in hinges or padding to make them more sturdy or flexible to accommodate being shoved in a bag when you're done with your commute. love high-quality audio with no perceptible delay and no fucking battery life and no extra mass from a bluetooth module and microprocessor and flashable ROM and a battery and charging circuit and onboard DAC and amp driving the speaker(s) weighing my head down.

#sincerely #wired headphones #my beloved #analog audio #i love you #open back headphones #you help sustain my will to continue living #i've got a microphone that has a built-in DAC and amp that can inject microphone audio at a configurable volume and it's delightful #it's a USB mic that can also operate over XLR with a dedicated audio interface #i love it so much #plus it sounds amazing as a mic #anyway. gosh i just love wired peripherals #sure; most of my stuff *also* can operate wirelessly or i have a wireless alternative for sake of convenience in certain situations.#but wired is king (female gender)#side note: i think it fucks severely to describe a woman as being king. not queen. not monarch. fucking *king*#realized that when i read a fanfic where it was referenced that athena was once king of the gods and i was like “oh; damn. that fucks.”#oh; right. i'll make an exception for my mouse. *that* i typically prefer wireless.#but it had *better* operate over 2.4 GHz with a dedicated dongle #mine has a 2.4 GHz dongle and *also* a bluetooth mode and it's lovely. convenience *and* competence as desired.#ily my wireless mouse <3 #works well with my NiMH rechargeables; too. not all aa/aaa devices play nicely with the 1.2V battery chemistry; but they work well here 😁#my keyboard; also. has both wired connectivity (and charging) over usb c; and multiple bluetooth profiles. it's great #(i would be over the moon if it *also* had a 2.4 GHz dongle; but for a keyboard “wired” and “bluetooth” are the two i would prioritize)#oh; yeah. it's a 60% keyboard; too. and it has per-key RGB. gods i love this keyboard. it fucks hard. so glad i got it

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josiebelladonna · 2 years

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February 2019: sugar. June 2019: paint. September 2019: neon. July 2020: bones. November 2020: snow. February 2021: fire. August 2021: blood. October 2021: sunlight. November 2021: wood/turpentine. August 2022: gemstones.

#hell of a robot 🤪#motifs #have your cake and eat it #painted in a corner #now it’s dark #amped and wired #the dead trilogy #fever in fever out #eerie inhabitants #xenon dreams #dead man walking #like blood from a stone #fanfic #text

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sotwk · 7 months

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Hello my love!

I find this website to be quite helpful in explaining tropes in media:

https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/CoffeeShopAUFic

And this link apparently details the origins of the coffee shop au:

https://www.syfy.com/syfy-wire/fanfiction-coffee-shop-au-origins-jm-snyder-fanfic?amp

@vellichormybeloved to the rescue!! 🤩 Thank you so much for the links and info--it helped a lot! I guess Coffee Shop AU would be a bit tricky to use in Middle-earth without requiring Modern AU as well. But learning the core of its appeal might just have given me a couple of ideas for making a loose version of it. 👀😉

#coffee shop au #fanfiction #fanfiction writing #fanfiction tropes #sotwk asks #writing advice #i have the best mutuals

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belladonnaandulriched · 3 years

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amped and wired, part one

chapter ten // for the fight

pages 111, 112, 113, 114, and 115

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nuagederose · 3 years

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every once in a while, sketchbook will glitch while i’m cut-and-pasting, and it’ll do it in a way that makes me want to just run with it.

i drew joey and lars walking through snow together and talking, and then i copied it, and i noticed it did this kind of “double vision” thing that made me think of psychedelia and also vaporwave.

so this is my li’l shoutout to the vaporwave crowd. keep being dreamy, doused in neon, and aesthetic 💙

ig: badmotorartist

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my-spiritualweapon-is-a-lollipop · 3 years

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So I was telling my partner how a good deal of the fandom has collectively decided that Schatz and ssussun are terms of endearment that could be used between Caleb and Essek and they come up frequently in fanfics and my wonderful and terrible partner replied simply:

"huh sounds like a cheesy cop show. Schatz and ssussun are on the case!"

And I have been PLAGUED with mental images of this ever since. So you can all suffer with me, this is the shit that's in my mind at 2 am:

(Pan over a dead body. Caleb inspects it)

Caleb: looks like another rogue vollstrucker is not taking the shut down of the program very well.

Essek: hmmm. we'll have to explain the...GRAVITY of the situation.

(Explosion noise! Guitar riff as Essek puts on sunglasses that show a reflection of Caleb looking concerned.)

Voiceover: THIS SEPTEMBER ESSEK THELYSS AND CALEB WIDOGAST ARE ON THE CASE. THIS TIME THEIR LOOKING FOR TROUBLE BEFORE TROUBLE FINDS THEM.

(Dramatic music amping up in the background.jumpcut to Caleb whispering into a wire then turning a corner and blasting fireball.

Jumpcut to Essek waving a hand in front of his face into a new disguise.

Jumpcut to the two chatting in veths living room about a hot case and then veth suddenly grabbing a crossbow from under the coffee table and shooting next to Caleb's ear causing an invisible person to appear with a knife inches from Caleb's back

Jumpcut to beau slamming a book closed.)

Beau: you two are going to make a lot of enemies if you pursue this.

Caleb: what's new?

(Jumpcuts get more frantic flashing between Essek casting epic dunamancy, Calebs eyes reflecting fire as he stares at a burning person, the two of them reaching for one another as the floor falls away from them, a massive cats paw smashing through a window, Essek sweating as he holds up some huge object, Caleb winking at Essek and Essek smirking in return, the two kneeling together and tearing open a rift in reality, a super quick shot of the two floating in the dunamancy chamber of the tower as the music amps up to its pique looking like they are going to kiss cut to black)

Voiceover: THEY ARE...

(Word graphics slam down in dramatic fonts that fit their individual personalities)

Voiceover:SCHATZ AND SSUSSUN

(A cgi cat comedically wanders in front of the letters and licks it's paw then leaps towards the screen as the end of the ad.)

#suffer with me #critical role #essek thelyss #shadowgast #caleb widogast #crit role

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heythatsfarout · 3 years

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• Graham Coxon X reader one shot

•Graham is hot, so he deserves his own fanfic.

• Slightly nsfw

Of course inspired by my gf @mxdernlifeisrxbbish 🥲🥲

That sickly feeling that came in waves - It felt as if I was about to do my practical exams all over again.

I kept my head down, afraid to meet anyone’s eyes. They were all so busy, bustling around, connecting wires to amps and readjusting lights.

An interview. With blur. With me!

It didn’t feel real. An interview with a real band, real musicians. This was what I’d dreamt of since I’d read my first issue of melody maker.

Sure, I didn’t know the band that well. At all. To say I was a fan would have been a huge stretch.

I knew the lead singer. I’d seen him on the covers of some magazines- Damon? I’d had to learn the names of the remaining three. Alex. Dave... and. Damn. I always got stuck on the guitarist.

My escort finally came to a stop outside a door fittingly marked with ‘Blur’ ,scrawled on a piece of paper.

The burly guard gruffly announced the destination along with a threatening ‘15 minutes’, and opened the door.

The dressing room was smaller than I expected. I’d imagined the band members writing lyrics in scrap of paper, strumming guitars, or simply sitting in corners thinking deep thoughts.

Instead they were playing ping pong.

The one I recognised as Damon roared in victory as the tiny ball ricocheted off the opposite side of the table, apparently winning him the game.

A figure with dark chestnut hair with his back to me waved the bat threateningly at him. ‘I’d shut up if I were you, or my foot might accidentally trip someone up as they’re sprinting like a maniac across the stage.’

Damon stuck out his tongue and slapped his cheek playfully as he passed him.

‘You love me too much for that. Besides, we have a guest.’

Damon raised a plastic cup of beer to me in acknowledgement and slumped into a chair.

The chestnut haired man turned quickly, eyes wide in embarrassment.

Graham. That was his name.

He smiled shyly at me and dragged a folding chair out from under a table, sitting across from me. Damon flung a beer at him, which he caught with surprising grace.

I could almost feel the four pairs of eyes boring into me, waiting expectantly for me to prove myself. I wondered if they knew it was my first day.

‘So, um. Sorry. To start, I’ve always wondered. What was the inspiration for the name Blur?’

The one called Alex groaned and threw his head back as if in pain with the mundanity of the question.

‘Ugh, Haven’t heard that one before.’

The others looked down, not disagreeing. Dave sighed.

I wanted to cry. My first interview, and I’d alienated them already.

A small voice interrupted the sudden silence.

‘I think it was a great question.’

I looked up to see who had spoken. It was him. Graham. I felt myself blushing.

He smiled hesitantly at me, hand raising to remove a stray strand of hair from his forehead.

‘Thanks.’

His eyes bore into mine innocently, curiously. They had a vaguely childlike quality, wide and round, like those of a deer. The irises were such a dark shade of chocolate brown I wondered if they were black after all, and were framed by thick black glasses.

Staring at him now, I couldn’t believe I’d failed to remember his name. He was beautiful.

‘Uhhh.... so.’ I mumbled, trailing off. I felt myself flushing. What had I asked?

Damon stared at me for a moment, and I realised he’d been watching our interaction closely. Realistion was dawning in his eyes. He pursed his lips, contemplating.

He looked at Graham and then again at me, mischief written all over his face. He suddenly smirked and leaned back into the chair.

‘Right, Graham. You answer this one.’

He shot a look at me, spreading his legs wide.

His jeans had holes in them. I averted my eyes.

Graham coughed and adjusted his glasses. I was surprised to see a distinct rosy hue spreading across his own cheekbones as he met my gaze.

Damon gave him a sidelong glance and snorted quietly.

‘Hey, Alex. Dave. I think Y/N has some questions for Graham that...well, we wouldn’t be much help with.’

I felt my eyes widen and shuffled my papers as not to let anyone see the panic in them. What was he doing? What did he think I was planning to do? Oh god, how unprofessional. My first interview...

Alex mumbled ‘thank fuck’, not quite quietly enough, as he passed, pausing to grab another beer on his way.

Or maybe he meant me to hear.

I looked up briefly and met Damon’s knowing smirk as he left the room, the remaining band members in tow.

I shot a panicked look at Graham, who was frowning slightly at the door.

‘Sorry about that. I could get them back. They’re a bit drunk.’

I groaned quietly. Oh god. I was going to lose my job.

Surprisingly, it didn’t bother me as much as it should.

Graham knotted his fingers together nervously, biting his lower lip.

‘The name Blur....’

Pause.

I couldn’t look away from his hands. The tendons stretched and pulled at the muscles beneath his skin, mesmerising me.

He cleared his throat.

‘You have something on your nose’ he remarked, pointing a long finger in my direction. ‘Right there.’

I sniffed without thinking and rubbed at it. ‘Gone?’

‘No. Look, here.’

He chair groaned as he got up, and with tremendous care removed the tiny speck from my face.

He held it delicately on his fingertip, and pursed his lips. He looked at me speculatively, and then at the door.

He moved almost imperceptibly closer, looking down at me as I slowly dropped my notepad and pen on the ground.

Every inch of my body sizzled with the realisation of his body’s close proximity to mine.

The tension was unbearable.

I backed away, making him follow my lead, until suddenly my back was against the wall.

Then, he was everywhere.

The hard coolness of the cement contrasted violently with my skin, alive with electricity as Graham planted light kisses down my jawline, trailing his fingers across my collarbone.

I closed my eyes, committing every inch of the feeling of the hard planes of his body to memory as I ran my hands across his chest.

I pulled him closer to me, wanting him to crush himself against me, to become one with my skin.

He responded almost instantly, pressing his torso closer to mine as I straddled him, leaning my head back in pleasure as he continued to brush his lips across my neck, my lips, my eyelids.

Everything was alight, on fire as he crushed himself closer to me, until I could feel every movement, every touch our bodies shared.

A knock on the door rattled the walls of the flimsy dressing room. Graham paused, his lips still parted on my neck.

The gruff voice of the security guard, muffled by the closed door, sounded throughout the tiny room. ‘15 minutes are up. Out.’

I wondered if he’d noticed the exit of the rest of the band. Surely it couldn’t have been 15 minutes already. As soon as he came in and realised what was going on, I’d be fired.

I couldn’t bring myself to care that much in that moment. I was somewhat otherwise occupied.

I giggled breathlessly, bringing my head back down to meet his eyes.

Graham sighed quietly, and raised his eyebrows at me, his smile deliciously inviting.

A choice. I could stay. Or leave now. Keep my job, never speak of this again.

Oh, but I wanted him.

Never breaking eye contact, I slid slowly onto my knees.

I didn’t like the job that much anyway.

#alex james #blur #blur band #britpop #damon albarn #fanfiction #graham coxon #music

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josiebelladonna · 1 year

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xana asked me if i had any intentions to do a kickstarter or indiegogo for any project i might have. i honestly don’t know who would support anything big that i’d want to do. facebook is neglectful (it’s why i barely go on there anymore). every social media site is on a downward spiral right now, and i’ve burned too many bridges with fanfic: i’ll admit it, i ruined my chances by standing up for myself (are you happy now, green druidess? yeah, don’t think i don’t see you and your hate). after i got no response and i shelved the idea for a patreon or a tip jar, i gave up on the whole suggestion that i could have people behind me on something like that.

some of the reactions i got when i was making amped and wired? y..you wanna know what they were? “oh. okay.” or: “oh, that’s cool *walk away*”

plus, i just can’t picture it happening. i can’t put my mind around this idea that a lot of people would back me up when i literally cannot find a way to do it. i could do a project like a comic (and it’s definitely something i have planned for the new year), but something like a kickstarter campaign is too beyond my comprehension. it’s impossible.

#she also asked me if i had written a letter to tim burton yet—speaking of downward spirals #text

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josiebelladonna · 2 years

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“there’s no such thing as plagiarism in fanfic”

what the hell was this then? (plus, why did she run out of ff.net with her tail between her legs, the same way daveigh/greendruidess sort of did with ao3 when it all started?)

and by the way, i really wish people would stop digging up posts talking about... that (you know... that), not because it’s old news, i’m still licking my wounds over it, and i got tired of hearing about it when i was making the amped and wired comic, but because no matter how i try to break it down and spell it out, people are going to argue with me about it for as the day is long (and i can tell that they either participate in it themselves or they didn’t first learn of it when they went to school - i don’t understand how you miss it, though; when i was that age, it was hammered into our heads starting in middle school) and i quite literally do not have the time for that. nobody does, like... you people in my notifications who are arguing with me about this to this day seriously need to get a life.

by the way, if you’re implying that “fanfic is plagiarism” (which is inexplicably what a lot of people on here believe? idk), no. just... no.

yes, you contribute to a community by being part of it and writing and sharing the story that you’ve been wanting to tell, not stealing other people’s work and saying it’s your own, which is what plagiarism is. and honestly, greendruidess as she goes by now, could literally write disclaimers about her “inspiration” for the rest of her life: it does not excuse the fact that she is not being herself when she writes, and that’s probably the one thing about her that offends me more than anything.

taking from me and other writers just comes with it, but i used to think of her as the amy schumer of fanfic, but now i’m starting to think of her as the iggy azalea of fanfic. first words out of her mouth were quite literally “first things first, i’m the realest” and then rattled off a bunch of shit that showed that, no, you are not. she built herself up on a bald-faced lie and no one sees anything wrong with that: that is and always will be the real problem at play.

#fanfic woes #text #this has been a psa.

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belladonnaandulriched · 3 years

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amped and wired, part one

chapter nine // the deathsurround

pages (here it goes) 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, and 110